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Cleaver tis our thread for Cravedsnow and Bettleboo and Beetleboo going and kidnapping her a man from FallClan (aka Solementhrall rped by simp)
Beetleboo had grown apart from his siblings after the death of their mother moons ago. Now as a warrior, over his grieving, he was back up to his normal mischief. Pranks, chaos, and oh so much more. Constantly he could see his sister giving him the look of displeasure as she scolded him once more his mischievous nature, but it was always half hearted for he was no different than their late mother.
The day was drawing to a close, pranks had bene made and chaos caused. Dinner was spent in his sister's company, telling tales of their day and her scolding him for the pranks she missed witnessing.
Carvedsnow had just returned from a visit to her parish; she had been sent to check on SwiftClan's movements and keep tabs on where they were headed next. It had taken her a few days to track them down, and she was exhausted to the bone, yet the Bishop couldn't go to sleep without speaking to her brother. It had been a difficult few moons for both of them, and she was just glad to have the old Beetleboo back at her side.
"I can't believe you did that," she told him with a sincere shake of her head, amazed by his latest prank. He was just so daring sometimes. She shifted her paw over her vole to hold it down as she pulled free strips to meat to feast upon. "One of these days you're going to prank the wrong cat, you know."
(you know he kind of reminds me of the Weasley twins)
"Oh? Like who? You dear, sweet, lovely, generous, honorable, sister?" He liked to add titles to her name, especially since she'd been promoted. It was like a running gag for him, a sweet thing between the two of them that was slowly bringing them back to a new normal. "You mean you wouldn't like a bed full of beetles? You wound me Cravedsnow!" He faked hurt as he placed a paw over his chest, the other one out before him and a wicked grin on his muzzle showing how innocent he really was. Beetleboo was nothing if not a prankster, and would never stop again or so he had vowed a moon ago when he'd finally found himself able to pull himself back together following their mother's death.
"Maybe, so don't test me. You don't know half of what I've learned from the other groups," she warned him, just a hint of playfulness edging her tone. She yawned widely, showing off her needle-sharp teeth in an idle, tired threat. "I just think if you filled my nest with beetles, you'd find they've migrated to your nest by morning. My nest isn't nearly so warm and comfortable as yours."
She pulled free another bite of prey and chewed it slowly, mulling over the taste. She had missed nights like this. Beetleboo was silly, especially with all the little titles he gave her, yet every time they filled her with pride and affection. The simple fact that he cared enough to keep up the act made her feel loved.
"Maybe I like sharing my nest with my namesake, ever thought of that?" He grinned, but his eyes caught a couple waling through. Power couple at that. The couple took a seat not far from them, enjoying their own dinner. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught his sister's gaze following his to the couple in question. "Popular aren't they, sweetcheeks?"
Carvedsnow glanced up to follow his gaze and rested her eyes on the couple. She might not have noticed them if he hadn't looked over, but now she couldn't help noticing how happy they looked. She understood perfectly that was how couples were supposed to act around each other, but she couldn't comprehend anyone making her happy like that except for her family. She couldn't imagine trusting anyone outside her family that much, either.
"You're never going to be popular like that if you keep beetles in your nest," she mused absently.
His gaze had been quicker to move than hers, and in his eyes, it seemed as though she was gazing upon them with desire. A desire for their life. Did his dear sweet sister want a mate? If that's what would make her happy, in these where she was so stressed and exhausted, then so be it. "Cravedsnow...now this is a hypothetical question, but have you ever thought of a mate? Surely someone must have caught your eye in your recent travels?" Beetleboo's voice spoke of teasing, not giving a clear hint at the gears turning between his ears. Cleaver
"What?" Her voice was distant still, her eyes on the other pair. Funny how she just now realized her promotion had pushed her farther from her clanmates than ever. There had always been a distance there, but now she spent so much time out of camp, half the cats here were strangers. "No, most cats I talk with while traveling are... well, let's just say the groups have their reputations for a reason."
Beetleboo rolled on to his back. "Well, just figured you'd meet some interesting cats. Maybe even found a few of them attractive. Even if they weren't a attractive, they could have been interesting enough to talk too. You don't tell about your adventures much and you know I'd love to hear more about them." Really he wanted to hear bout the cats she'd run into and if she'd liked any of them in a crush or attractive sort of way.
Carvedsnow shrugged a little. "Well, the last time I visited Primal Instinct, I did meet a strange cat. Everyone talks about how threatening the League cats used to be, but this one didn't seem very scary at all... he was a skinny thing, patchy fur, and I don't think he could have hurt me even if he wanted to. Kept scratching at his fur and told me I should come to visit another day because Funk E'tan was in DayClan again. I knew that, but he seemed very adamant I should stay away."
Beetleboo frowned, he'd heard of Funk, and wanted nothing to do with him, or for his sister to have anything to do with him. "Anyone else? I've heard all about that Funk fellow, and let me say I'm not impressed." The flings, the kits, the lovers left abandoned by that tom. Nope, he wouldn't not have that for his sweet sister. "Best you avoid him too, sis, he's nothing but charming trouble." H sighed, thinking of the other clans she may have visited, of the toms he'd heard rumors about in them. "What about...what about your last trip to FallClan? Anything or anyone interesting there?"
She smiled, touched by his concern. "I have to talk to him for my job," she reminded him, "but I don't like him any more than you do." Carvedsnow hadn't actually spoken to him yet but she knew she would have to soon. "FallClan is full of interesting cats, Beetleboo, have you seen their leader?" she added with a fair laugh. "I don't mean that in a cruel way, he's just very different than most cats." She didn't seem to understand what he was getting at. "Their warriors are very friendly. I didn't talk to them, but I saw a family hanging out by the nursery with their kits, and they looked very happy."
"So you talked to no one? In all of FallClan? I can't believe that form you of all cats! Cravedsnow, you're always meeting cats. Maybe I wanna hear the gossip about other cats, think of that did ya? Make it feel like I was actually there, ya know? And maybe I'll talk to those cats at the next gathering even!" He probably wouldn't but still. They could be targets for pranks nonetheless. But ultimately Beetleboo was looking for the cat she talked to the most, the one she found attractive and cute. This is twice now she's mentioned a family. Well okay the other time was just her staring at a couple across the camp earlier but still.
Cleaver say the name and then we can tagg Simply in the thread for her cat
Carvedsnow shook her head, at a loss for what he was looking for. While she did talk to other warriors, it was part of her job, it wasn't like she had made friends in the other clan. Her social skills were rather limited and once she was beyond the normal small talk, she usually failed to say anything of note, and outside of her brother, she didn't have any cats she would count as her friends. They were all business acquaintances and that was it.
Finally, as she thought back through the cats she had met last time she was in FallClan, she landed upon one. "There was a nice warrior that guided me to camp?" she suggested. "He wasn't much for gossip, though. We mostly walked in silence. His name was ah-- I'm not sure. Tortoiseshell, strangely enough. Solemnthrall, that was the name."
A name, a name at last! Cravedsnow was no mystery to her brother. He saw the longing she had for a life like many others. Of lovers and kits, and family they no longer possess. They were parent less, and their siblings were each other. But he'd solve this, he'd make things right for at least one of them. One of them would find happiness. With an abrupt leap to his paws, Beetleboo, with a wicked, mischievous grin, raced towards the entrance. "Sorry! Gotta go! Just remembered I'm supposed to be on patrol. Talk later!" And he was gone, out of camp faster than she could blink.
(and timeskip to his return! He's got a certain tom tied up and blindfolded hidden away in a tree stump while he goes to get his sister)
It was a few days before Beetleboo was seen by anyone. No one had heard from the tom, seen him, or even been the butt end of one of his many pranks. It was...weird to say the least. But then he showed up. Middle of the day, racing into camp, clearly out of breath as acting as though he'd never left. His eyes searched for a familiar face, that of his sister's for he had news for her and her alone.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Nov 28, 2020 21:45:17 GMT -5
Solemnenthrall was confused and a bit panicked as he sat, squeezed together with vines and in unfamiliar, quite trunk-like space. He squirmed in attempt to loosen the vines but had no success. How did he get here? What was going on? There were so many questions he had and no answers in the silence of the tree.
Carvedsnow with her father, sharing a small piece of prey between the two of them. When she saw her brother returning, she rose to her paws with a welcoming smile.
"Come quick!" He gave no other words than that before storming back out of camp and towards the dead tree he was storing a certain cat in. Beetleboo glanced back once to make sure it was just his sister following him, before continuing on his way to the tree and poor soul he'd kidnapped. Upon arriving, he could hear movement inside and began to smile. Good the tom was awake and could meet his sister properly. Hopefully, he was a good fit for her, he'd only spent a week stalking him before taking him hostage.
She frowned, but after a quick goodbye to her father, she followed.
"Where are we going?" Carvedsnow wondered finally as they neared the tree, hurrying her sloped gait to keep up with him. It wasn't unusual for him to keep things secret from her, he liked the tension and usually, it meant she was about to be pranked. She lifted her pale gaze to examine the tree and froze when she saw a hint of fur inside.
