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Post by Abyss on May 6, 2020 19:02:14 GMT -5
[googlefont=Kumar One] [googlefont=Roboto] [googlefont=Playfair Display] cricketpaw [attr="class","trait"]NIGHTCLAN APPRENTICE  [attr="class","lyrics"]i'm not crazy, i'm just a little unwell, i know right now you can't tell [attr="class","words"] [attr="class","fletter"]B eing alone had become a daily occurrence for her recently, it seemed. Not all the time, but in small instances, about an hour or two every once in a while. When she wanted a small break from being at Buckfurβs side or her motherβs. In some cases, this entailed her merely laying at the edge of camp, her back against the wall of the cavern and her head laying on her paws. In others, such as now, she found herself walking the territory on her own, getting to know areas of her clanβs land that she hadnβt explored much. With very faint light from the moon, covered in a thin layer of clouds, dancing across her back, black pelt shimmering faintly, light brown eyes examined the land around her in the darkness. The shapes of the surrounding trees, the light waving figures of the bushes at either of her sides, and the distant sound of a few of her namesake as they began to emerge from the ground for Greenleaf. It was times like these that Cricketpaw was grateful for Nightclan cats being just that: cats of the night. While she had been out during the day, as all cats have been, she found that the place that Nightclan called home was only improved with the light of the moon, all of the trees and bushes holding the same glimmer as her own pelt. It was always much better when the moon was more full and wasnβt shielded by clouds, but even this was a sight she never grew tired of. Currently, she found herself walking along a somewhat cleared path, though not quite as clear as the Branch Trail. Paws were quiet against the ground as she walked, pale brown gaze switching back and forth between her surroundings and the ground she walked upon. In the distance, she could see the faint shimmer of water, the Ambush Pond very slowly growing closer with each step. βPsssst.βWhite paws froze and black ears perked, the fur along her tail raising. Confusion visible in her facial features, Cricketpaw looked to her surroundings, unsure of what she heard or where it had come from. Was she actually alone? Momentarily, the mindset that she once had when she was younger began to return. I need mom. I need Buckfur. I need-No. I donβt need anything. I am nearly a Warrior. Shoving aside her past internal affairs, her tail swished once behind her and she convinced herself that it was nothing. Probably a cricket or some other little creature wandering around. She turned back towards the pond, taking only a few steps forward before- βPssssssssst.βOk, that was not a bug or a mouse. Widened eyes looked around her quickly, searching out any signs of life. There was someone here, she knew there was. There was no way there wasnβt. But where? And who? She didnβt smell anything out of the ordinary at the moment, nor did she see anything. No eyes, no face, no figure, no nothing. βH-Hello?β She felt her tail begin to quiver slightly, her mostly contained nerves trying their hardest to break free from their shell within her chest. She looked to the right, to the left, behind her, in front of her, even above her. But she found nothing. What is this? What was happening? Was there really someone the- The black and white she-cat released a high-pitched chirp, the sort that she was known for that was much like the chirping of her namesake, as she felt the tips of claws dig into her flank, yanking her sideways into the nearest brush. Her nerves burst open, the instinct to wiggle free taking over. She pulled herself from the claws, body contorted in a strange way due to how she was pulled into the bush and eyes rapidly looking around her. Before she could chirp or say anything, she felt a set of paw pads smack right against the front of her muzzle, closing her mouth right as it opened. βBe quiet! Theyβll hear you!β A quiet voice hissed in her ear, though she found that she recognized the voice. She lightly smacked away the paws covering her jaws, turning her head to see a familiar cream and brown-dappled face and a pair of mischievous yellow eyes looking back at her. βBramblepaw?β[attr="class","lyrics"]but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me | | [attr="class","cnotes"]notes I hope this is what you imagined xD |
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Post by β π½πππ£ππππ₯ππ π on Sept 2, 2020 7:05:23 GMT -5
[googlefont=Spirax] you got that last dance look in your eyes Bramblepaw nightclan she-cat 13 moons The apprentice kept her chin low to the earth, nearly brushing the springy pine needles scattered beneath her paws. Yellow eyes gleamed out from the foliage, glinting with an array of mischief. It was the only thing you could pick out from the darkness. Her pale brown coat blended in with the dappled shadows across the undergrowth, filtering down from bobbing pine boughs. The twilight was crisp and forgiving, yet her toes had gone numb from crouching in that position for so long. Her plot marched through her mind, filling her with glee at the mere thought of what was to come. A grin spread out across her pretty chocolate brown muzzle, whiskers trembling in anticipation.
A silhouette passed into her field of view. Was it him? It took her a moment to see the other cat was not pure white but had a familiar satin midnight coat. Cricketpaw! She thought, perking her ears. A new idea began to take form in her mind, and she eased herself forward, wondering how she could get Cricketpaw's attention. "Pssst!" She hissed under her breath. She had to get Cricketpaw out of sight before the patrol spotted her! The other molly seemed startled, her striking golden eyes flitting around her to try and pinpoint the source of the sound. Looking perplexed, she began to move away. "Pssssssssst!" Bramblepaw sounded again, this time with more persistence. Now, Cricketpaw looked as if she were ready to face an enemy. Her fur bushed up, making her look a bit like a hedgehog. Bramblepaw almost laughed but clamped a brown paw over her mouth just in time.
"H-Hello?" Cricketpaw asked the night, her gaze flying everywhere- even upwards!- to try and locate her foe. Bramblepaw smirked. That told her that she was well-hidden enough to not be spotted by even the keenest of night eyes. Proud of her small achievement, she edged forward quietly as though she were stalking prey, eyes fixed on her new target. Then, as quietly and slowly as she could, reached out both brown paws to snatch Cricketpaw by the haunches and quickly haul her into her hiding place. True to her name, Cricketpaw let out a little chirp of alarm, trashing and rolling to try and free herself from Bramblepaw. Alarmed by the amount of noise that Cricketpaw was making, she clamped a paw down on her and whispered right next to her ear. "Be quiet! They'll hear you!" She felt the black and white apprentice freeze beneath her, then silently shove her paws away, blinking in astonishment. "Bramblepaw?" She gaped. A smirk was her response, golden eyes glinting impishly. "The one and only!" She whispered back with a wink.
"Bramblepaw! Come out, you little wretch!" Bonetail's voice rose in the night, the sound of angry paws approaching warned her just how close he was. Bramblepaw crouched next to Cricketpaw, holding her breath, desperately trying not to laugh. She knew the only reason Bonetail was so frantic to find her was that he'd rather be curled up in his nest by the time the sun started to rise. But she had other plans for the odd-eyed warrior. "I've got her scent." Ashfang's voice sounded closer to their hiding place. Bramblepaw nudged Cricketpaw lightly. "Help me lure them to the pine-needle clearing." She whispered, eyes flashing with excitement. |
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Post by Abyss on Sept 15, 2020 22:44:21 GMT -5
[googlefont=Kumar One] [googlefont=Roboto] [googlefont=Playfair Display] cricketpaw [attr="class","trait"]NIGHTCLAN APPRENTICE [attr="class","lyrics"]i'm not crazy, i'm just a little unwell, i know right now you can't tell [attr="class","words"] [attr="class","fletter"]B Seeing Bramblepaw within the bush, it was startling to say the least. She had thought that she was getting ambushed by some loners or something. Or like a predator. But what she believed to be some big scheme that intended to hurt her, it was just the troublesome she-cat that she shared a den with. Though, to be fair, she couldnβt expect anything else from Bramblepaw. If anyone in the clan was going to do something like this, it would be this she-cat. Confusion crossed her face as her mouth slightly parted, words unable to come out at first as her eyebrows furrowed. When she finally spoke, her words were quiet but still audible. βWhat are you doing he-β She was suddenly caught off-guard by a voice in the distance. Hearing this voice silenced her, though her previous defensive stance and that feeling of anxiety came rushing back. What was happening? The voice sounded familiar, and they were calling for Bramblepaw, but they did not sound happy. Light brown eyes looked to the light brown she-cat at her side, a mixture of now confusion and worry sparking in her eyes. She looked back and forth between the fellow Apprentice and the path she had just been drug away from. Based on the tone that the voice- no, voices, took on, something bad was going on. And it seemed, based on that excitement that shone in her forced companionβs eyes, she was getting dragged right into the middle of it. But the middle of what exactly? What had Bramblepaw done that warranted whatever these cats intended to do? She could tell that the voices belonged to other Nightclan cats, but that was what made this even more concerning. Bramblepaw was known for her acts of mischief that she played on practically every cat she could, even Elders. She wasnβt exactly someone that you could call innocent. Far from it. Nearly all of the pranks that Cricketpaw heard about being done to others in the clan had been done by Bramble, and now, here she was, crouched at Brambleβs side in the middle of a bush hiding from their clanmates. She had nothing to do with this! Why was she even here? All she had been doing was going on a peaceful stroll to the lake by herself. She hadnβt even considered being a part of whatever it was that was going on right now. She hadnβt even thought something like this would be happening at this time of day. And what even was it that was happening? How was it that she had been apparently chosen to help Bramblepaw with this? Helping with what, even? And would she get in trouble? Dumb question. Practically everything Bramblepaw did she got in trouble for it seemed. This would probably be no different. βWhat? Why? What are we even doing?!β Her words were said in a whisper, but the worry and very obvious fear was apparent in her voice. Wait, we? There is no we! I have nothing to do with this!As much as she wished that was true, it seemed she was wrong. She had two options: run off in a hurry and possibly get caught doing something she had no part in and possibly get Bramblepaw in trouble, or go along with it just so she didnβt get caught. There were probably more options, but, in the moment, these seemed to be it. Either way, she was screwed. [attr="class","lyrics"]but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me | | [attr="class","cnotes"]notes notes |
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Post by β π½πππ£ππππ₯ππ π on Oct 27, 2020 10:09:45 GMT -5
[googlefont=Spirax] you got that last dance look in your eyes Bramblepaw nightclan she-cat 13 moons Two golden eyes stared with excitement back at Cricketpaw, blazing with the mischief that had been solidly instilled in her by her mentor. Bramblepaw had been born into this world with a wild streak, but her tutelage under Greywolf had caused this wildness to spark until it was a raging inferno in her heart that begged to explode free from her chest. But there was another, less exciting reason that Bramblepaw had chosen today to make trouble. Hollowpaw had gone missing last moon. Vanished from the face of the earth. Bramblepaw solidly insisted that he must be perfectly fine. This wasn't the first time he had gone missing, after all. His scent had already begun to fade from his emptied nest, and each morning that Bramblepaw woke to find it fainter, her heart sank.
Even Splashpaw couldn't numb the dread sprouting beneath Bramblepaw's mask of cheerful mischief. He didn't know what else to say about Hollowpaw's disappearance than to let her lean on his shoulder and lap her forehead by means of comfort. "Fishbrain." She had called him, as she always did. But this was said not in a teasing tone, but one that was quiet, sombre and disappointed. She wanted him to tell her that of course, Hollowpaw was fine, but he was built for flirting, not for emotional support. They had just sat in silence, watching the slow meandering of the river around StarClan's Claws.
At home, Bramblepaw refused to allow anyone to notice that she was terrified about Hollowpaw's whereabouts. She was forcefully cheerful, constantly cracking jokes and offering sly remarks in an attempt to make grumps like Ratfur angry. Which was a rather easy achievement. She poured her emotions into mischief and mayhem, shoving Hollowpaw from her thoughts. He was okay, she said. He was fine.
As the moon rose to mark another night that NightClan would rise, Bramblepaw had caught a snippet of conversation spilling from the tunnel leading to the warrior's den. She paused, dark chocolate paw hovering over the smooth earthy floor. Her ears perked to catch the end of a sentence. "... better off, I reckon." Ashfang was murmuring to Bonetail, his tone dark. "I know it's a terrible thing to say, but it's true. He probably got carried off by something and wasn't even able to cry for help." Bramblepaw froze, her whiskers trembling. There was the sound of a yawn, Bonetail probably. "You're probably right, Ashfang." He admitted reluctantly, sounding rather tired. Bramblepaw had shaken with fury, the words tumbling around her head. How dare they? She had smouldered in anger for the following days, killing prey with a lot more ferocity than necessary, refusing to explain to Greywolf or any of the other apprentices what was going on. She was chased by daymares of Hollowpaw being dragged away through the marshes by a fox, her hopeless pursuit of him through the mud. She shrieked his name, but he couldn't call back. The mud rose around her, slowing her down as he vanished from her sight. Each day she experienced the same relentless chase through an imaginary swamp. Each day Hollowpaw was dragged from her sight to a place she could not follow.
Until the night came that she was supposed to go hunting with Bonetail and Ashfang. Bramblepaw was nothing if not an opportunist, and what better way to get back at the two toms than to make frog-brains from the both of them? So here she was, her plot in motion, her unexpected accomplice staring at her in frantic confusion from the darkness. Bramblepaw crouched low, her eyes narrow as she peered through the marshy shrubbery. "I'll explain later." She promised Cricketpaw, shooting the other molly a pleading look. "Trust me."
With a sudden explosion of leaf-litter, Bramblepaw errupted from their hiding place. "There!" Ashfang growled, and the sound of pursuing paws thundered behind her. Come on, Cricketpaw, help me out! Bramblepaw thought, but despite her panic she let out a whoop of delight. It was exciting, to get chased through the territory. No wonder LightningClan ran everywhere! An exhilarant smirk passed over her dark brown snout. She didn't care how much trouble she got in, this was definitely worth it. |
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Post by Abyss on Nov 16, 2020 19:42:35 GMT -5
[googlefont=Kumar One] [googlefont=Roboto] [googlefont=Playfair Display] cricketpaw [attr="class","trait"]NIGHTCLAN APPRENTICE [attr="class","lyrics"]i'm not crazy, i'm just a little unwell, i know right now you can't tell [attr="class","words"] [attr="class","fletter"]W hat was she to do in this situation? What could she do? The black and white she-cat had never been a part of any of her denmateβs antics before. She had never took part in the trouble and the games that she and her mentor did so often together. Heck, she hardly even talked to Bramblepaw. Not recently, anyway. So how was it that she ended up dragged in without warning? Looking sideways at the light-colored she-cat, she couldnβt help but wonder. Why was it that Bramblepaw enjoyed doing things like this? Sure, pranks could be fun, as long as one had a sense of humor. But doing things that could slightly be considered fun with the consequence of getting in trouble? Why? Cricketpaw sure as hell didnβt enjoy getting in trouble, nor did she enjoy the punishment that could potentially come with it. So why was Bramble not the same? Did she get a thrill out of this? The answer that she got in return for her question was far from satisfying or comforting. When was later?! And when later came, would she even be able to explain, or would they both be told not to speak as punishment? All of these things had her nerves on edge, even more than they already had been. But it didnβt get better from there. With a very sudden burst of sound and energy, wide light brown eyes watched as her forced hiding-partner leaped from where they were hidden. She wanted to call out, to stop this from happening, but it was far too late within seconds. Bramblepaw had taken off like the wind, and pawsteps were rapidly approaching. What was she going to do?! Did she stay hidden? Did she follow? If the two Warriors chasing Bramble were to find her in the same spot that her denmate had just fled from, they would think she was a part of whatever this was. But if she followed, there was that chance that they would get caught. Either way, the likelihood of both of them getting in trouble was growing. Panic set in rather quickly as her body sprung into action on its own. She did not leap from the bush into the open like her fellow Apprentice had. Instead, she ran as fast as she could through the bushes and shrubs that surrounded the area. Bramble was light colored, whereas Cricketpaw was not. Maybe, just maybe, she could keep herself hidden by staying in the dark. With any luck, she would catch up to Bramble and hurry to get both herself and the other hidden again. A flash of fur not too far ahead came into sight, causing her to rush forward faster. She needed to catch up, to try and advise Bramble to stop and just hide, to avoid getting in trouble. She somehow doubted that this tactic wouldnβt work, but the least she could do was try. Caught up in her thoughts and her panic, there was suddenly a series of tiny and sharp jabs into her legs and sides. Realization set in, her panic momentarily disappearing to figure out what was happening. When she did realize, it came rushing back. She was caught in a thorn bush. She wasnβt exactly in the open where the Warriors could see her, but this also was not a good place to get stuck. She looked around desperately, hoping for any possible way to get out. The only way out was the way she came in, but she could feel a string of brambles, pun intended, wrapping around her back leg. She wanted to struggle, she wanted to flail, but that would only make the situation worse. There was only one thing she could think to do, and that one thing was going to be a giant risk. But she had no other choices. βBramble! Help!β Her voice called out to the other she-cat in a half-whisper. Yelling out her name would be bad, considering the approaching Warriors, but being completely quiet wouldnβt help her at all. Wide eyes looked desperately ahead of her, waiting and hoping that she had been heard by the right party. [attr="class","lyrics"]but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me | | [attr="class","cnotes"]notes notes |
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Post by β π½πππ£ππππ₯ππ π on Jul 10, 2021 11:53:05 GMT -5
[googlefont=Spirax] when you grow up your heart dies Bramblepaw nightclan she-cat 13 moons [attr="class","bramble"][attr="class","bramble-content"] There was nothing more thrilling to Bramblepaw than causing trouble, no matter the consequence. Consequences were for her future self to fret about. For now, she was perfectly content charging through the marshes, brown paws flying and kicking up flecks of dirt. A bird shrieked in alarm as it alighted on a pine tree, frightened by the noise the two she-cats made as they made their escape. It was all just a bit of fun to Bramblepaw, temporary chaos to soothe the chaos within her own heart. A wild glint was in her golden eyes as she leapt over rotting stumps and charged through shallow muddy puddles. The world was a blur, all colours blending together until she may as well have been dashing through another world. It felt like she had been running for hours through this abstract landscape. But honestly, the whole experience lasted only a few heartbeats.
A cry for help made her skid to a halt, her flight cut brief. Her eyes wide, she looked back to find that Cricketpaw was lodged in a bush. She only barely managed to stifle a laugh. Her poor denmate looked like a juicy fly trapped in a web. But that amusement quickly faded when she saw just how frightened Cricketpaw looked and the reminder that the spiders were in close pursuit. But Bramblepaw wasn't going to abandon Cricketpaw to her fate. Bounding back to her, she grabbed the other she-cat's scruff and tugged hard. There didn't seem to be any give to the grip of the branches. She let go, desperation in her golden eyes. "I might hurt you if I pull you forward too hard." She whispered quickly. "See if you can push backwards, you might be able to get out of the thorn's grip." [newclass=.bramble::-webkit-scrollbar]width:4px;[/newclass][newclass=.bramble::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:transparent;border-radius: 1px;[/newclass][newclass=.bramble::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]border-radius: 50px;background:linear-gradient(to bottom, #9CACCE 0%, #c5b3b3 100%);[/newclass][newclass=".bramble-content b"]color:#c5b3b3;[/newclass] |
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