Private YOU'RE JUST A GAMEBOY [ jadethorn ]

[serpentberry serpentberry]

She's been doing well to stay away from the ShadowClan border. It bothers her, now, to know that somehow the marshlands regifted life to the medicine cat. She doubts she would survive a bite that horrid and yet... the bug did. She supposes that comes with the nature - after all, it does take a few tries to squish an ant, doesn't it?

Yet Serpentberry still needs to visit the thunderpsth on occasion, and she would be damned to trust her daughter here alone. And so, she trawls for anything useful by the ditch, eyes focused downwards. Her nose twitches as, just above the tarmac, a new scent arrives. Annoyance breathes itself into her frame yet she fashions a well worn smile, straightening her spine, and -

"Oh, Jade, it's just you," she chirps and relaxes her shoulders, though the smile never leaves. "And here I thought it was someone important bothering my midday walk." Her purr is genuine even if her words are playfully unkind. Twitching her tail, she motions to her side of the thunderpath, "Care to join me?"

 

[Jadethorn]

There's only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

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She didn't know what was wrong with her. Every step she took felt heavier, energy ebbing and flowing with the whims of the wind. Most of the time she felt okay, able to get through her duties – patrols, training with the runt, hunts – but sometimes, there was a pain in her stomach that made her not want to do much of anything lately. Recently, she had been... happy for the occasions that she couldn't find her apprentice. It was a repreive from the constant movement and reprimanding during her phases of low motivation. Today was one of those days. The runt had some kind of excuse, and, despite the day of her graduation coming ever closer with each training session, the rosette molly didn't even want to rise from where she sun bathed at the edge of camp.

It was only when she grew hungry did the motivation come to rise to her paws and go nose around the freshkill pile. Yet, she didn't even have to make a step towards the wretched pile to feel a disgusting wave of nausea come over her at the scent of scales and slime came to her. She needed something better then what the pocosin offered. And so, despite originally not wanted to leave camp for the entire day, Jadethorn begrudgingly stepped away, making a beeline for the forested area of Thunderclan. She didn't have to step fully into their territory. It was always possible a squirrel would scurry across the thunderpath and into their marsh, perfect for her claws to capture.

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The scent of fresh mammal drifted across the tarmac, pulling the molly closer with each step. Paws pressed against harder ground of the thunderpath's edge and Jadethorn settled down into a crouch, feeling sluggish in her movements. Maybe she'd be lucky and a thunderclanner could chase a piece of prey across the heated surface, an easy chance for her to pounce and land herself a meal without much effort. Part of her wanted to step fully into their realm though, the part of her from the colony days. The part of her that stole from under other cats' noses. That was always the best way to do things back then but today, she felt her legs and muscles would betray her usual expertise in the skill of stealth.

While watching and waiting, a scent drifting on the wind, pungent in herbs. At first, she thought the witch doctor was near, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. She barely wanted to let them heal her wounds, let alone interact with them. Legs pushed herself up and into view, about to move to a new spot when a voice carried from across the pathway. A rather familiar voice that danced with playfulness and a hint of that underlying venom that a snake always carried. The frown immediately left her lips and the meal she had been waiting for forgotten as a sly, genuine smile replaced them. "Serpent~ My friend~" The second addition to her name was unneeded, just like her own. Whenever they ran into each other, there was no need for the politics of their warring nations. No. They were above that. "Oh, how you think so low of me! For all you know, I could be the next -star of the shadows, my dear snake."

The invitation was appreciated. She couldn't get in trouble with trespassing if she was being invited over. Taking a deep breath and giving her muscles a much needed stretch, green eyes checked each side for passing monsters before bolting across with a round of speed. The sudden movements made something in her stomach jostle, which felt impossible with her having yet to eat today. An audible groan spilled from her as she stopped, the sloshing nausea rising before she breathed it back and shook out her coat. Jadethorn gave an apologetic smile towards the tortoiseshell before she straightened and settled down onto her haunches. A fleeting thought crossed her mind about her symptoms, anxiety clawing up her throat before she cleared it. "So sorry, beautiful. I seem to be catching some kind of cold...." 'I hope...'
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• Jadethorn she/her
  ❖ An Average Sized Black Rosette Tabby with Low White and Green Eyes
  ❖ Warrior of Shadowclan
  ❖ 34 moons; ages on the 8th of every month
  ❖ speech thought attack
  ❖ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  penned by Taru​

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[serpentberry serpentberry]

"My friend," the sentiment coils around her with a flare. They are separated by no more than a few words, it seems, as the shared affection immediately shatters any limits they were supposed to impose. Serpentberry trills her purrs in response, even as the other rumbles her response. A star - ha!

"Jadestar does sound plenty more beautiful than whatever ilk you've been given now." And yet, the friendship that they maintain across borders still leaves room for knives and daggers. Her kindly demeanor does not shift to expose what is clearest - her disdain for anything is hardly hidden. Maybe it is dressed with beauty and silken words, but rare is it that Serpentberry hides her hideous thoughts. "And it would do Juniper so well to have that pest knocked off his high branch," and a flicker more of disgust, her eyes dimming as she looks furthermore into the woodlands behind her friend. She almost wants to bid that the other steal a life or two from her leader (assuming he had been cursed with the same affliction Juniperstar had been.)

Her attention wanders, yet returns once Jadethorn is on her side of the thunderpath, clean yet sputtering for air. The other isn't breathless by means of lacking stamina - no, Jadethorn is nearly dry heaving, just short of splattering her nice forest grasses with whatever her stomach bile wishes to omit from her. Instinctively, Serpentberry wrinkles her nose, "A cold, and you dare err closer to me? Some friend you are..." still playful, still incredulous. The tortoiseshell molly squints someone before disobeying her instinct's bite. Jadethorn had called her beautiful, something that she doesn't hear much of anymore. Perhaps its the heartache that keeps her to the other's side.

Tentatively, her tail flicks against the ShadowClan warrior's flank, "Cheap colds don't often wind a warrior, especially not one as fit and sleek as you, darling. Much less do they induce such... retching," Serpentberry takes liberty to assume that if the other hadn't made the conscious effort, she would've expelled her stomach everywhere. Again, her tail twitches, much like a snake's rattle. "Tell me more about it. I can tell you what that bug of yours should have to help..." She bites her tongue to keep herself from spitting any more.