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Quaestor Valdemar x Bismuth (OC) - The Feeling's Mutual

Commission by @silversnape ! Forgot to post and got sick so it's only just now getting posted but glad you enjoyed it fren! :) If anyone else wants to commission my rules are on my page and my DMS are definitely open to it!

Word count: 6,888

Genre: Innocent, fluffy, maybe a lil gorey or horror induced

Enjoy!

There's a graveyard located deep in the forest. Of course it was best to keep it from the palace grounds, for it was a dark little reminder of the past in Versuvia that was hidden amongst overgrown foliage. Quaestor Valdemar hadn't spoken much on it, what was there to say anyway? The land was full to the brim with the dead, headstones far out of reach. Bismuth, the apprentice to the physician, had grown a curiosity for it though it wasn't surprising for her to do so with her because of her natural sense of curiosity. Even if Valdemar hadn't said anything about it themselves the woman had been reading, there weren't many stories on the ancient land but she was able to find a few things.

To start of the land was filled with the dead as stated before, those who lost their lives to the great red plague that ruled over the lands. Bismuth had heard the tales of it from various mouths, people who had lost loved ones during those times or who were descendants of such and even more from Valdemar themselves who seemed to…enjoy talking about such a dark time. That wasn't new though of course it's not like the Quaestor grew eager to talk about anything else but the death toll that occurred back then.

Even so, they could talk about the plague all day she was sure but still…they hadn't said anything on the graveyard itself.

Valdemar suddenly snaps their fingers on front of bright eyes, Bismuth blinks at the action. She had zoned out, the graveyard has been on her mind for a while now. Probably more than it should be. Natural curiosity of a cat, hopefully it wouldn't get her killed.

"Assistant? Bismuth?…Are you even listening?" They question, voice smooth but there's some firmness and a light sigh that leaves them as they eye her, hovering close to her as if examining her gaze. The hand in her face is covered in sticky blood, they lower it to grab a rag that sits beside them, freeing their other hand from the corpse in front of them laying on the table. A man who had died of some sort of liver damage…Valdemar wipes their gloves clean before turning and looking at her once more, eyebrows furrowing a little.

"I'll say it again. Did you even hear a thing I said? How are you supposed to take notes when you can't even focus on what I'm saying?" They huff lightly but it's clear that their tone with her isn't as harsh and cold as it could be, one could say that they were rather nice to her compared to many others. Usually actions like this would set them off, make them glare and tsk in annoyance but they almost seem to have an uncharacteristic…patience with her.

"Mind informing me of whatever could be on your mind at a time like this? Weren't you the one who suggested helping me tonight?" They inquired as they set the now bloody cloth back to the side before crossing their arms over their back. Bismuth looks up at them with surprise before slowly looking down at her feet, heart pumping in her chest just having them look at her. As curious as she was for the graveyard she had to avoid their gaze for a moment for she might end up flushing. She was infatuated with the other, whether they knew or not and usually a scenario where they were focus on her was like a dream but right now it seemed like she was before scolded which put a light frown on her lips.

She looks from her shoes and uniform back to the dead man on the table, his skin is pale as his torso lays wide open for all to see. There's tools on the side, a surgical knife, tweasers, a scalpel… her gaze stays on her for a moment before she looks back up at her superior who seems to still be waiting patiently for a reply, lightly lifting a brow.

"I've…been thinking about the graveyard in the forest." She finally admits slower than she usually would and Valdemar looks at her in slight suspension as she starts that sentence off just for their eyes to widen as she finishes. It's almost as if they didn't expect that answer from her, at all, and maybe they didn't but why did they almost seem spooked by her words? It's silent for a moment, unexpectedly silent, and Bismuth can't help but feel herself grow anxious. She must've said something wrong. There's a moment where she begins to regret saying anything but it's not like the woman would hold information from them if they asked because she followed them and admired them greatly. There was no way she could lie so easily to them. However, their silence makes her feel like she shouldn't have opened her mouth at all. She can feel herself begin to shake a little, the idea of them being angry getting to her for that was just not something she could handle.

She jumps when a gloved hand seems to snake its way under her chin. She twitched at the touch but Valdemar doesn't take that as a reason to pull away as they carefully cup her chin, firm but not enough to bruise or cause pain.

"Why would something like that be on your mind? How did you even find out about that place? No.." they speak, eerily persistent before shaking their head a little as if that wasn't the way they seen themselves starting their response.

"That place is not safe. Thinking about it like you are must mean you're curious in it…I don't know what that brain of yours is thinking but you don't plan to go find it for yourself do you?" They contested. They were in her face now, still holding her chin but leaned in close. Tone hard and gaze unyielding as they looked at her and made her look at them. Their hand pressed slightly harder as her eyes widened before her lip started to quiver a little, it didn't hurt it's not like they were digging their nails in or pressed harshly on her cheeks, they're hold was firm but gentle almost like leading a small animal to look and focus on them.

Bismuth could feel her eyes watering, she couldn't help but feel troubled or that she was being trouble for them. She suddenly felt a little bad within herself, over thinking. She did come to help them because that's what she loved, being under them and around them…close enough to touch them but now they were upset with her, looking at her with such a gaze even if their hand felt surprisingly warmer than they usually were on her cheeks.

Valdemar's gaze seems to soften even just a little, they make a motion of shaking her head softly from side to side. It lightens the mood even just a little, especially when they push up her cheeks and make her pout and pucker her lips. They huff softly before letting her free a second after.

"I'm not angry with you Bismuth, just don't go out there and that is a warning." They advised while turning away from her to walk over to a counter.

"I..heard about it at the market. I was just wondering and all. When we…work on things together like the bodies of the living it's only natural for me to wonder where they go when we're done with them. You…don't let me come with you when you take them away." She spoke feebly, at the time of doing so the Quaestor had picked up a body bag. It was black, easy to be ignored or confused for a shadow if spotted in the woods. She watched them and their tall lean figure as they did so and noticed when they seemed to pause at her words, calculating them in their brilliant brain.

"You…want to come with me?" They asked as if perplexed and she nodded almost as if shy.

"Yes." She confirms politely.

They seem to think about it, brows knitting together a little as if thinking of the consequences of this action if they agreed. She has been working with them for a while now, long and diligently too… She always did what she was told with no talk back and little failure, enough so that Valdemar themselves had placed a certain level of importance on her. They eventually breathe in deep through their nose and out through their mouth, collecting themselves and their various thoughts before walking over to the lifeless body and the woman.

"Fine, I feel as though I can trust you… just don't touch anything and don't venture off. Do you understand Bismuth?" They spoke carefully as they pulled open the body bag waiting for her response even though they were positive that they already knew what she would say. As they led the body into the bag and eventually zipped it up they glanced at her from the corner of their eyes to see…a sparkle could be found in those dark eyes of hers.

With eyes like hers they could be seen as nothing but plain to some though it was easy to see… that not many people held eyes like her's. Sometimes they'd twinkle when they called her name, even more so when she had earned some praise. Inky blackness seemed like a spiraling galaxy at times, at least when Valdemar was in the picture.

They looked away after a moment, moving their hands to grasp the body bag and haul the contents over their shoulder. Honestly, for how lean they were, they were quite strong…

"Y-yes!" She answered, a look of determination now forming on that cute little face of hers as she agreed to their terms.

"Well come on. Don't get lost." They emphasized before turning away and leading the way to the dungeons exit. She eagerly followed like a puppy and they found themselves chuckling softly at it, how she had gone from that pout from earlier to such a sweet smile.

It was a bit of a walk to get there but with each step they made Bismuth could feel the energy that flowed from the forest. It was like a tingle running over her skin or an unintelligible whisper in her ears. She had grown rather anxious during their little adventure together, even going far enough to be right on Valdemar's heels though they didn't seem to mind. At least she was staying by their side like they told her to.

The full moon was out, the smell of dirt and rain laced the air. From Valdemar's perspective they walked with a sternness, they knew where they were going unlike their subordinate. Their walk hadn't contained much talking at first, mostly the crunches of leaves under their feet or the screeching of crickets took up the silence. It was only when they weren't too far when Valdemar eventually spoke, breaking the silence but not without the woman walking beside them jumping as if shocked to hear of them after all this time. Valdemar grinned, a toothy grin that was just a bit wider than usual as if they found it funny to see the woman practically shaking in her boots.

"Apologies, I didn't mean to spook you." They hummed looking down at her before looking ahead again, eyes glowing bright in the darkness. In their free hand they held a lantern to help the woman beside them, just because they could see in the conditions of the night didn't mean that she could as well.

"I just wanted to say that for someone who was so curious you're shaking like a leaf. One would one I dragged you out here if you keep scrunching your eyebrows and looking around like that." They pointed out but there was a playful edge to their tone as if trying to help the woman calm down. It seemed to work as she turned her head to them quickly, cheeks brightly flushing at their teasing. When her mouth fell open as if to say something back they lifted a brow, smug smirk on their lips.

"Please don't tease me Quaestor…" she huffs softly turning her gaze away but not without them noticing the light flush on her cheeks. They chuckled but left her be for the time being.

It's a bit chilly out tonight, nothing that would stop the Quaestor themselves but Bismuth rubbed at her arms for more warmth. Valdemar led the way, their tall figure finding a trail and walking along it. The gates of the graveyard were rusted, the doors stuck in place and wide open almost as if welcoming them but Bismuth shivered just looking at it. It wasn't as if she didn't expect it to be somewhat like this but the eerie feeling in the air felt too heavy even with someone like the Quaestor being there to guide her.

Her stomach churned as her onyx gaze trailed over the land, headstones poking out for what seemed to be far far away as if there wasn't an ending. She briefly covered her eyes, mind getting jumbled for a moment as she tried to calm her nerves but then the sound of metal clinging against metal had made her jerk. Snapping out of her thoughts. Her gaze moved to Valdemar who had sat the lantern down for a moment, a shovel now in their free hand which had been leaning against the rusted gate with one other.

"Are you okay assistant?" They asked but their tone was less playful than before as they almost seemed to look at her…in worry. She flushed at the expression, that frown pulled at their lips felt homey. Bismuth nods quickly this time, waving a hand dismissely while still holding herself with the other.

"I-im fine. Just a bit cold out here tonight considering how warm it was earlier." She replied now lightly shrugging. Valdemar hummed at the reply but eventually nodded before looking down at the lantern next to their foot.

"Look, come here. The sooner we get this done the sooner we'll be able to return to the palace. The rain must've caused a cold front. Take the lantern and follow me, you'll be the light." They instructed and obediently the woman approached and carefully plucked the lantern off the ground. They nodded and from there on continued by passing through the fence.

There was a heavy fog in the graveyard, the heads of tombs only became harder and harder to recognize as the two of them went deeper and the crickets who chirped so loudly before had suddenly fallen silent. Valdemar walked with ease and poise, they've been across these lands many times before that at first they didn't realize Bismuth had fallen a bit behind. For her, these lands almost seemed like anything could jump out and grab her at any given moment. She trembled now but not because of the cool weather this time.

"Bismuth?" Their voice rang out through the still air. She quickly turned, they were probably about ten or so paces in front of her now, standing out in the field of fog and gravestones. Their magenta eyes looked at her, a slight bit of confusion could be found in their features.

"Are you sure something isn't the matter?" They called out. Just hearing their voice calmed her, surprisingly like a guide through the dark. She came to the conclusion that she didn't like it here as much as she previously thought she would, previously her curiosity of the place had come from the lack of general knowledge on it. Granted graveyards…weren't her favorite though so it should have been expected. Originally she planned to come in the early hours of the day, where the sun could keep her peace of mind safe but the Quaestor had caught her so quickly. So then, when they allowed her to come she practically leapt at the chance to spend more time with them. She hardly thought about her decision at first but once they entered the forest it felt like her heart constricted in her chest and that something…was watching.

She shook her head though even as her heart was racing in her chest and her stomach was churning a bit.

"N-no, just thought I heard something…" she says softly, running her free hand through her long raven hair as she caught up for them and they waited up until she was standing beside them again.

"Something…like what?" They persisted lightly but she didn't mind as they turned forward again and continued walking. From this distance and with this pace of step Bismuth could notice a few things about her superior. She tended to do so often, just a few days ago she noticed they had freckles. A few could be spotted on the space of their neck that didn't get wrapped but most were over their cheeks. She'd grown to like them, quite a bit actually. Right now she was picking up on their scent, a blush coming to her cheeks as her gaze fell to her walking feet.

They smelled of something sweet and gentle like lavender and then something more earthy and homey like sandalwood and it was hard not to notice, it was some of her favorite smells.

"It feels like we're being watched..so, I didn't necessarily hear anything." She spilled without them having to push too hard. They hummed at the response, a little frown seemed to dust their lips for a moment but then they grinned widely, sharp teeth glistening in the moonlight. It was as if they were proud of something.

"Well yes, that would only make sense. We are at a graveyard after all. I feel them as well but they know not to approach me so as long as you keep up you won't be snatched into the void between life and death." They informed, their words chilling.

This graveyard hosted the bodies of those that passed away during the plague, their spirits watched from a distance but with hunger in their eyes just being near a walking, breathing, person. Her flesh reminded them or theirs before they plague tore it off them or melted it away. Now they looked like ghouls, the energy that they carried was heavy. Heavier than anything else Bismuth had ever felt before and to be honest, their phrasing did nothing to ease her this time.

Her face didn't match theirs, she didn't have a wide grin on her lips like they had in theirs. She nodded though, surely they didn't mean too much harm by saying that right?

"I wouldn't let anything happen to you." They spoke lastly as they moved off the pavement to venture into the grass into an open plot. There was already a headstone in the dirt but nothing was on it as Valdemar knelt down to slide the body bag from their shoulder to the ground to rest in the grass. Bismuth had fallen silent, the churning in her stomach had turned back into a wild fluttering.

"Right…" she manages to say softly as she pets her warm cheeks with her free hand. They don't respond immediately this time, taking the shovel in their hands now. She hovers close but they wave her back a little.

"Hold the light." The ordered calmly and she nodded. As they started digging she couldn't help but look around the graveyard again, surveying the area. She couldn't see any faces, not any ghoul like creatures but she could…feel them. A heavy shiver ran up her spine for a split moment. She still felt sick even with them being near, felt as if at any time she'd feel someone breathing down her neck tickling the strands of hair there. She shifted on her feet as the Quaestor kept digging, they were a little over a foot deep now, eyes focused on the goal. She watched as they went further and by the time that they dug enough for just their headdress to be seeable Bismuth was shivering again.

Her dark eyes glanced around again, first time quickly, darting from corner to corner now, checking her surroundings continuously but being sloppy with the task as well since she feared that she'd actually see something this time. It was when her eyes looked at the body bag next to the large hole that she froze. For the splittest of moments it seemed like it had moved and she squeaked and jumped at the very thought. She was spooked, the longer she stood here with this light the more she felt like she was drawing moths in. They circled her, the sound of fluttering wings in her ears loud and overstimulating.

"What is it now Bismuth?" Valdemar called out again, this time peeking their head up from the hole to look at the woman. If it wasn't the fact that the woman was practically scared shitless she probably would have found their position a little humorous for it distantly reminded her of a gopher sticking its head out of the dirt. No, she trembled and upon seeing her Valdemar lifted a brow. Surely it was her own fear at this point, nothing had come for her all night and yet she was this frightened.

"I..uh…" she stuttered and they sighed. If they could guarantee that she was strong enough they'd suggest switching spots. No way that could happen, she'd take too long in that state and it's not like they wanted to give her that much work anyway.

"It won't be too long now if that helps ease you. With how scared you seem I can count on the fact that you'll never come here alone right?" They chuckled while going back to work looking back to the hole as they dug the shovel in again but the woman let out a much smaller laugh, rubbing her arm with her free hand again. This was probably why Valdemar didn't bring her along with them to begin with until today, this seemed like only a place they could thrive in. They didn't seem fearful or nervous at all to be here, they almost seemed to blend right in and that made the woman feel a little embarrassed… She was an adult and yet she shook like a young child right now who was scared the Boogeyman would get her. Maybe she was just overreacting…even if she felt sick to her stomach.

"Yes, I don't think I could be caught dead here." She replied without much thought and for a moment complete silence settled between them before Valdemar snorted, then they let out a roar of laughter. They cackled as if she meant to tell that joke, as if they'd slap their knee at any given time. They curled in on themselves, using the handle of the shovel for support as their wicked laughter filled the air.

Usually people would be unnerved by this but Valdemar had a nice tone of laughter, Bismuth noticed even if she had jerked upon it first coming out. It felt like they hadn't laughed like that in a long time and even if Bismuth was a little confused she felt warm hearing it. Knowing that she was the source of such made her cheeks flush and for a moment she felt a soft smile beginning to form on her lips as they let it all out.

That was until a hand, cold and clammy, slapped over her mouth with harsh pressure. It held an iron grip on her as shock surged through her entire being from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Suddenly that warmth she felt shattered into an icy feeling of wriggling worms in her gut as the lantern fell from her hand, knocking the lit flame out and enveloping the area in the darkness once more.

When Valdemar eventually calmed themselves they hummed in content.

"Bismuth I didn't know you were a comedian-" they began to praise the little woman but froze when they realized how dark it had gotten so suddenly. Immediately they clambered out of the hole, it was deep enough now anyway. All that was needed was to toss it in and bury it but now something else was on Quaestor Valdemar's mind which seemed far more important than the corpse.

"Bismuth?" They stated louder, firmer, this time before snapping their head in the direction of the lantern that now lay abandoned in the grass. They sneered at the object like it was offensive to their very being…they let their guard down for the slightest of moments and that was apparently just enough. They didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what had happened.

Their hands were freezing cold as they held her tightly, hands gripping and grasping at her like they'd tear the skin right off her body at any time. Bismuth was in a frenzy, kicking wildly even if none of them seemed to make any actual contact as if she was kicking nothing but air, as if no one was really there but they had to be…their hold was starting to get awfully painful. Tears were leaking from Bismuth's eyes as she looked up at the various faces. The spirits, which she could now see even if she wished she couldn't, had black eyes but nothing like hers which were laced in anguish, their eyes were soulless, empty, and devoid of any purpose or care for her. They wrestled her on the ground as if trying to drag her down to Hell with them.

'Flesh.'

One of their voices stated, eery and chilling to the ear. Raspy and hungry as a hand slid down her warm cheeks, wiping at Bismuth's tears even if more took their place. She snapped her head away, turning it to try and avoid the touch but another, different hand roughly grabbed her chin and turned her back.

'Such…warm skin.'

Another voice echoed, it was hard to tell who it came from but the spirits faces which had previously been devoid of emotions turned into slow, knowing grins. Their teeth were wicked and the lines on their faces seemed abnormal, inhumane, and Bismuth gagged on puke which had built in her. They didn't seem to care, if she choked on her own bile then surely they could take her flesh a lot sooner after she died and proceed to drag her soul into the afterlife with them. They seemed to collectively communicate this between themselves as their grins grew even wider. There were quite a number of them, fifteen or so and counting as spirits seem to curiously leave their graves to see what the ruckus was all about.

It wasn't often that a human like her, or a human of any case, came through this graveyard and being victims of the plague only gave the spirits reasons to have a vendetta. Quaestor Valdemar had been their deaths and for many long years their spirits have been contained in this area where magic of the Quaestor held them in place. However, when the Quaestor approached today and with a cute little human with them at their hip, the spirits decided the best case of repayment for their internal suffering was to take from the lead physician themselves. Which is why when their guard was at its lowest they took her and dragged Bismuth further into the graveyard like a human rag doll.

Bismuth continued to squirm and wrestle them, her clothes getting dirty as she kicked up grass and dirt in her fight. Her clothes were wet with mud. Eventually a cold hand clasped around her ankle making her gasp as one of her last attempts to get away from these people, these creatures,…was taken from her. Hands already held down her wrist against the freezing ground as a spirit sat on her chest, a lady with long inky black hair…much too similar to Bismuth's.

'Lets take her…'

'Drag her back to hell with us…'

'Feed off her flesh and bones…'

'Savor her warm blood…'

The voices spoke as if they were circling and this time Bismuth was permitted to hear the conversation and when she did her eyes widened in absolute fear. They wanted to feed off her, consume her as if she was…prey.

The ghostly woman above Bismuth leaned down, long sharp nails digging deep into Bismuth's wrist, hard enough to make them bleed. Bismuth cried in pain under the hold but the woman continued, leaning close until she slid her tongue out. It was long, gray in color, Bismuth looked at her in wary and when the woman slowly trailed that cold tongue over Bismuth's tear stained cheek the living woman croaked under the hand over her mouth. More tears fell, the woman was tasting her and as much as she wanted to fight and run Bismuth couldn't do anything but stay glued to the ground under their surprising strength. She couldn't even move her hands to perform any form of magic that could save her.

Her thoughts went to Valdemar. She wondered where they were, if they were still laughing at the gravesite even. Her heart twisted in her chest, she was sure they would have never found themselves in this situation. They were strong, something that she didn't see herself as at times and this was definitely one of those times. What if they…were embarrassed by her? If they could see her now, fighting uselessly against a bunch of ghosts with no luck would they laugh at her like they laughed at her joke? A cruel, chilling laugh as if they saw no use in her? This is probably why they didn't trust her enough to bring with them to this place before, this whole time she had been useless and nothing but a nuisance. Surely if she had never come they wouldn't have had to deal with her and could have finished a lot quicker.

And now, she was going to die. At the hands of Quaestor Valdemar's own victims who saught revenge.

Bismuth sobbed, she was scared. Her stomach hurt like it had never down before and when the ghostly woman above her bared her teeth as if to bite Bismuth squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

…Then, the sound of swishing wind filled the air like a whip. It took a moment for Bismuth to realize what happened until screeching cries filled the air and a firm hand grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her back with a heave. She bounced a little at being pulled back, blinked heavily as those tears fell and she tried to make sense of what occurred. It was when she looked up, lifting her head from the ground, that her eyes widened in awe, heart leaping in her throat.

In front of her stood…the Quaestor. Their back was to her, tall and broad as they stood in front of her as if they were…protecting her. In their hand was a weapon, one she's never seen them with before now and her eyes sparkled just seeing it, just being in its presence. It was a scythe, a long beautiful scythe with an ancient looking skull holding the blade together to the staff. They twirled it in their hands with a form of grace she's never seen before with any else and the head of the blade twinkled in the moonlight.

"Bismuth…" Valdemar stated in a calm tone though their voice was also firm. She immediately jumped just hearing it.

That was all though from them as they twisting their right wrist, scythe practically glowing. She clutched her shirt with shaking hands, the screeching had dialed down into growling and snarling except for one spirit, the woman who sat on Bismuth, her head had been severed from her body, lying limp on the ground and slowly turning to dark ash. A few spirits had been cut down, bodies turning into ash, melting away in the wind. Bismuth's heart was racing in her ribcage far too much for her to even say anything without her voice shaking. It was fine though for Valdemar still wasn't done dealing with the rest of the now infuriated ghosts.

"I'll only say it once. Get back in your graves, now, and I won't have to destroy all of you." The Quaestor stated with an eerily smooth tone. A few spirits backed off and hesitated just hearing them, faltering at the weight that those words carried. They sounded a little…angry.

Were they angry for her?

'Tch! As if!' A spirit roared, a man with dark crunchy hair. He and a few others decided to try again and as they bomb rushed the Quaestor Valdemar who narrowed their gaze, sharp fuschia eyes zoned in on their opponents as they rushed forward, and with a reeled back swing they slashed at the incoming borage. The wind produced by the scythe time was enough to slash at the trees even beyond the graveyard. It was seeable too, the slash that is. It was bright, their magic being a vibrant emerald color with specks of lighter greens and onyx's. The trees that were slash fell to the ground with loud, destructive thuds and with them came more screeching as spirits who didn't listen to the Quaestor's words lost their heads much like those before them. The slash had even sliced through rows of graves, shattering them with the impact.

As their bodies crumbled and collapsed the few spirits who had a sense of mind trembled in fear, looking at the Quaestor who stood unyieldingly in front of the woman behind them, before scurrying like a bunch of roaches and rodents back into their graves.

Quaestor Valdemar stood in silence for a moment as Bismuth tried to get on her feet before turning to her. They could be heard taking in a long deep breath through their nose before slowly releasing it from their smooth lips before turning to the woman, scythe dissolving from their hands into inky black, gas like tendrils before disappearing altogether. Their gaze on her seemed unreadable, not like they were easy to read begin but over the time of working by their side even Bismuth had gotten to know some of their expressions. This one however…

She scramble to her feet, wincing at the feeling of the scratches that had come from being dragged and the forming bruises on her skin. Even so she stood, holding one of her arms now. She still had tears in her eyes and almost as if ashamed she slowly lowered her gaze, bangs sweeping over her eyes.

"Doctor…I'm…I'm…" she sniffled. She shouldn't have come with them. She had been nothing but a nuisance after all. She wanted to apologize and is her mouth quivered she opened her mouth to officially get it out but the feeling of arms enclosing her made her jump and jerk into silence. Her mouth lightly fell open and her eyes had blown wide open as the moon shined down on them.

They were hugging her.

Shock rushed through her body.

"Don't." They started, arms hugging her even closer. She's never touched them before, sure they hovered over her at times and lingered closely but never once have they ever…held her. Never once had she even been this close to them, close enough to take in that sweet scent, enough to touch their pristine clothing, or enough to feel the light warmth that radiated from them. Her fingers twitched, carefully moving up to wrap around them too. A part of her feared reciprocating but surely this meant it was allowed though right? Surely she could have this from them.

"I'm glad you weren't hurt too badly. I let my guard down and just like that you were taken from me. Taken from my side. I must still have work to do when it comes to keeping you safe." They hummed against her, breath lightly tickling her neck making her shiver softly, a blush coloring her cheeks as she bit her lip. Her heart hurt, the tone in their voice sounded hopeless, grateful but analytical. It sounded like they were blaming themself for everything that had happened.

Before Bismuth had noticed she had started to shed tears, for some reason she felt lighter and Valdemar's scent and the hand rubbing soothing circles in her back didn't help calm her sobbing. She felt many things suddenly; relief, sadness, confusion and something much more fluffy.

Admiration.

She couldn't immediately understand what they were doing or why but she didn't mind. She would never mind something like this and from someone like them specifically. She almost tightened her hold when she felt them slowly pulling away but she restrained herself. They moved their hands to her shoulders and gave them a little squeeze.

"Let's get back to the palace, I'll check over you and look over your wounds." They hummed, right hand moving to caress her cheek, wiping at a few tears before lightly cupping her cheeks and tilting it to look a little closer at her. They seemed rather occupied for someone who said they'd check it later, were they actually worried? Even with her blushing hot cheeks she stayed still as they hovered close to her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, hands on their biceps. A chuckle eventually left their lips, filling the night air. Next thing Bismuth knew there was a soft pair of lips against her cheek. She blinked in confusion before her face exploded in a bright crimson color.

"At least they didn't scruff up this little face of yours too badly. Come on, let's go." They spoke, tone going from lightly joyous to a more professional one once more but even so Bismuth could have sworn their face had also grown a bit dark in hue. She slapped her hand over her cheek and sputtered, officially at a loss for words.

"You! Huh?! Oh God…" She concluded in defeat. Her face was so flushed as she followed them. It was like she immediately had forgotten what had previously occurred to her. They had…kissed her! Her heart was practically running laps in her chest so fast that she had to reach a hand up and grip her shirt. She had never thought they'd do such a thing, did that mean they felt something for her like she had for them for so long now? Is that why she caught them staring at her at times or seemingly overprotective with her, even a bit clingy at times? She didn't mind those times with them was this proof?

She sure hoped it was.

She opened her mouth to say something about it after a while of walking with them. They had made their way back to the grave, the body was gone now in the dirt, buried beneath the earth and next to the gravestone was the lantern. Valdemar grabbed it before they continued the walk, leading Bismuth back to the fence.

"Um…Quaestor?" She started softly as they walked the trail.

"Valdemar is fine." They replied with no issue. Bismuth nodded.

"Alright but…I'm just…a little confused. I don't want to assume but…back there you…" she squeezed out, Valdemar could probably see her tapping for pointer fingers together like a shy child. They lifted a brow, glancing down at her at their side before laughing a little, now looking at her fully again as they made their way back to the palace.

"Can't even wait for us to get back to safety before you ask those things?" They inquired, tone lightly teasing as they looked away once more. "It's been a long time since I've felt for someone as I do with you. That's what you were going to ask right? Well, I thought it'd be the best way to show you how I felt, maybe I got caught up in the moment as well." They explained and Bismuth fell into silence, eyes wide, and heart stunned. Were they really just confessing to her?

"Was I wrong to do so? I read that maybe people liked to use cheek kisses for those they like, would you prefer a different one?" They hummed, a grin on their lips but yes their cheeks were bright as well, a little blush of their own. They had read up on something like that just for her? She needed to know more but even then it felt like her heart would explode out her chest at any moment. How long have they felt this way for her? What books had they read? What ideas did they have for different kisses?

Bismuth was a mess, if she could tuck her face into her shirt for a moment she probably would.

"I've liked you for so long…" she whispers and Valdemar hums.

"And the feeling is mutual, so let's talk about it when we get back. We can discuss whatever you'd like and I'll answer with honesty to each one. " They promised and from there Bismuth nodded, butterflies practically bubbling up her throat as they eventually exited the woods.

"Okay." She agreed softly.

#writing comissions #writing community #commissions open #writing #the arcana x reader #the arcane game #thank you for the commission!#quaestor valdemar #valdemar x reader #valdemar #valdemar x mc #oc commission #commission me #commissions are open #otome romance

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osc-x-clangen-dumpster-fire · 2 months ago

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Moon 7

i'm gonna start with the cliffclan save i had a while back that i documented every single moon of bleh,. it'll be under #cliffclan long save

Season: Leaf-fall

Leader: Morningstar

Deputy: Orangefur

Medicine cats: Sneezestep, Shatterbug, Lemonpaw

Mediators: Violetflame, Calmwatcher, Slimejumble

Medicine Cat Den (6)

Healed:

Buzzingsky (claw-wound, sprained wrist)

Buzzingsky’s claw wound has healed.

Buzzingsky has recovered from his sprain.

In den: (4)

(0) Russetstrike (broken bone)

Russetstrike fell from a cliff and somehow survived, though not without breaking his leg.

(1) Splashyowl (broken bones, shock, head damage, bruises, dislocated joint, joint pain, grief stricken, an infected wound)

There seems to be an infection growing in Splashyowl’s broken bone.

Splashyowl’s condition has gotten worse.

(0) Cherrymask (scrapes, whitecough)

Cherrymask has gotten whitecough.

Cherrymask was pushing painfully through some dense shrubs and felt the branches tear painfully at his pelt

(0) Mousefrost (whitecough)

Mousefrost has gotten whitecough.

Out of den: (2)

(0) Shatterbug (pregnant)

Shatterbug announced that she is expecting kits. There's so much that needs to be done! She just can't settle down yet!

(1) Lemonpaw (pregnant)

Lemonpaw hopes the litter will be small—she feels overwhelmed at the idea of a big litter.

Minor (2)

(0) Morningstar (constant nightmares)

(0) Calmwatcher (joint pain)

The effort of moving herself across camp has left Calmwatcher’s joints aching and sore.

Patrols

Patrol 1 (border)

Leader: Brightlight

Members: None

Skills: clever, running

Traits: confident

“The patrol comes across a Thunderpath. They decide it is better not to cross.”

Patrol 2 (hunting)

Leader: Orangefur

Members: Picklepounce, Steamsong

Skills: campkeeping, caretaking, hunting, ghosts, storytelling, running

Traits: charismatic, thoughtful, loving

“Eyes glowering with the last rays of the sunset, the small hunting party heads out into the gathering dusk. But, sometimes, hunts just go bad. It’s no one’s fault, but today is one of those times. The cats console one another as they walk home.”

Patrol 3 (border)

Leader: Splitface

Members: Waterstripe, Rubbleface, Blackchirp, Saltbird

Skills: dark forest, hunting, swimming, fighting, teaching, speaking, observing, dreaming, campkeeping, climbing

Traits: bloodthirsty, righteous, childish, daring, bold

“On their way to mark the far corners of their forest territory, Splitface starts telling a story of the ancestors to keep every cat entertained. Waterstripe takes Splitface aside and reminds them coldly to focus on their duties.”

Patrol 4 (border)

Leader: Morningstar

Members: Blueberry, Stumblemouth, Butterflybuzz, Pepperwing, Silversnap

Skills: dark forest, omen, fighting, clever, healing, advising, campkeeping, storytelling

Traits: insecure, grumpy, strange, responsible, daring, cold

“Morningstar sees two kits from DreamClan playing close to the border. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if something happened to those kits. She orders the patrol, save for Blueberry, to return to camp, and she and Blueberry to go bring the kits back to DreamClan.”

-Relations with DreamClan have improved.

Patrol 5 (herb gathering)

Leader: Sneezestep

Members: Lemonpaw

Skills: healing, StarClan, clever, speaking

Traits: strange, insecure

“Sneezestep heads out on an herb-gathering patrol, searching for the ever-green, ever-reliable horsetail to harvest for the herb stores. Lemonpaw trots after him, asking him why horsetail grows so weirdly without leaves. But Sneezestep is distracted today, and it affects his work. The patrol is unsuccessful, and Lemonpaw looks up at him with disappointment.”

Patrol 6 (training)

Leader: Goldenpelt

Members: Silversheen

Skills: fighting, speaking, campkeeping

Traits: competitive, flamboyant

“Quietly, Silversheen brings Goldenpelt aside as they work on their chores, asking for help with wording something difficult. Goldenpelt talks about how choosing the right words can sometimes feel impossible. But that it's always better to try than to never talk at all, and talking things out can create wonderful connections.”

Patrol 7 (border)

Leader: Thinwind

Members: Swiftshine, Clovercurl

Skills: campkeeping, mediating, observing

Traits: nervous, strict, oblivious

“While on patrol, Swiftshine notices some suspicious pawprints in the mud beneath the canopy. Boldly, Swiftshine follows the pawprints to a trespassing rogue and confronts them. Fur puffed up and scowling, the patrol demands the rogue leave CliffClan territory. Intimidated by their confidence and the number of cats, the rogue gives in and leaves without a fight.”

Patrol 8 (herb gathering)

Leader: Shatterbug

Members: Redwind

Skills: clever, campkeeping, running, storytelling

Traits: grumpy, nervous

“Shatterbug goes out with a warrior escort, both for safety as she tries to stock up under the clear leaf-fall skies, and for carrying capacity should she find anything. It's an exhausting day. Shatterbug starts chatting with Redwind to pass the time, but they have nothing in common, and the other cat bluntly refuses to talk about boring herbs.”

Patrol 9 (hunting)

Leader: Salmonfloat

Members: Paintedflame, Slicespots

Skills: swimming, predicting, advising, campkeeping, speaking, caretaking

Traits: sincere, responsible, childish

“The rain seems a constant, unceasing beat, punctuating the steps of the hunting patrol as they march towards their hunting ground. But there's one less set of footsteps than there should be. Salmonfloat can't see Paintedflame in the watery haze. The patrol backtracks. Paintedflame is found, huddled under a bush - they lost the path and sight of their Clanmates but sensibly remained put. It's one more obstacle in a miserable day of hunting. They return with prey, but it's exhausting and barely worth the effort.”

-A small amount of prey is brought to camp.

Thoughts

MORNINGSTAR is busy sharpening her claws to look stronger ORANGEFUR can’t find Waterstripe anywhere SHATTERBUG is reciting the names of herbs aloud SNEEZESTEP insists everyone eat chamomile leaves at moonhigh LEMONPAW thinks Orangefur is doing a great job as deputy VIOLETFLAME makes Pepperwing uncomfortable with an overload of honesty CALMWATCHER swats at a giant spider! And realizes it was just a leaf SLIMEJUMBLE feels bad for a parent who can't seem to get along with their child STEAMSONG wants to get to know Pepperwing better WATERSTRIPE wants to compliment Slicespots's fighting techniques RUBBLEFACE tries to set a good example for younger cats SPLITFACE is sparring with some Clanmates SILVERSHEEN had a nice chat with a loner outside Clan territory BLUEBERRY found a wonderful napping spot outside camp SALMONFLOAT didn't get enough sleep… SILVERSNAP was recently caught humming to himself PAINTEDFLAME volunteers to lead a patrol REDWIND was startled by a shrew while out on patrol STUMBLEMOUTH is making odd noises THINWIND cowers in his nest during a particularly rough storm PICKLEPOUNCE leaps into a pile of fallen leaves PEPPERWING is twitching her tail in excitement about something SALTBIRD wishes she had wings so she could catch birds easier RUSSETSTRIKE is wondering if clouds are as soft as they look BRIGHTLIGHT is staring off into space CLOVERCURL had a nightmare involving the rushing river nearby BLACKCHIRP challenges a Clanmate to a friendly spar SWIFTSHINE doesn't want to go on dawn patrol GOLDENPELT worries about the lack of prey leaf-bare will bring SPLASHYOWL is glad it's not so hot out anymore SLICESPOTS is thinking about his life choices CHERRYMASK is sharing tongues with Brightlight MOUSEFROST catches extra prey for leaf-bare BUTTERFLYBUZZ is glad it's not so hot out anymore GREYSHIMMER reported a Clanmate for breaking the code BUZZINGSKY is the first cat awake at dawn APPLE frowns deeply at the first frost MARSHMALLOW is playing with kits KNIFE is thinking of advice to give to a medicine cat DOUGH is sad seeing how the Clan has changed BOW is disappointed in Splitface EBONYSPARK has seen Shatterbug's future demise COBS watches Splitface with malice in his eyes

Relationships

“Salmonfloat's confession of love to Morningstar could've gone better. Actually, anything would've been better than the rejection he got.”

“Pepperwing and Saltbird have been practically floating on air since announcing their commitment as mates before CliffClan.”

“Russetstrike was caught enjoying a moonlit stroll with Silversnap last night...”

“Some of the less sympathetic cats of CliffClan would prefer to try to hack up a hairball, rather than watch Blackchirp and Lemonpaw melt in each others' direction. New mates can be insufferable.”

“Silversheen and Violetflame announce they've become mates in the least showy way possible, by combining their nests into one.”

“Cherrymask believes he is part of a new prophecy.”

“Calmwatcher travels to DreamClan to resolve some recent border disputes. The meeting goes better than expected, and Calmwatcher returns with a plan to solve the issue for good.”

“Slimepaw travels to PowerClan to resolve some recent personal disputes. However, no progress was made.”

“Orangefur and Paintedflame apologize to each other at the same time.”

“Splashyowl notices Saltbird doing something generous.”

“Slimepaw gives Lemonpaw a big piece of fresh-kill.”

“Salmonfloat stops and thinks before assuming the worst of Brightlight.”

“Sneezestep saw Silversnap cough up a hairball.”

“Sneezestep brushes against Stumblemouth while correcting his stance and looks away with a purr.”

“Blackchirp thanked Thinwind for bringing her food.”

“Shatterbug always tends to Mousefrost last.”

“Slicespots reminds Stumblemouth to grab something from the fresh-kill pile if he hasn't already.”

“Rubbleface tells Picklepounce that his pelt is shiny today.”

“Slicespots respects Paintedflame's opinion despite disagreeing with it.”

“Silversnap talks with Morningstar about some Clan drama.”

“Pepperwing remembers something nice that Sneezestep did.”

“Saltbird warns Steamsong about something on the ground so Steamsong doesn't trip.”

“Russetstrike tells Blackchirp he'll save her a piece of fresh-kill.”

“When Brightlight asked Mousefrost for help, Mousefrost ignored her.”

“Redwind includes Russetstrike in a conversation that Russetstrike struggled to join.”

“Stumblemouth is upset after spending the day with Splitface's bad attitude.”

“Cherrymask thought Salmonfloat was very polite today.”

“Blackchirp gets a little injured and Pepperwing is the first to help.”

“Blackchirp, Calmwatcher, and Paintedflame had a nice talk, while eating..”

“Splashyowl is playing tag with Slicespots.”

“Swiftshine and Clovercurl worked well together on a patrol.”

“Goldenpelt learns something new about a Clanmate from Orangefur.”

“Goldenpelt and Swiftshine had a disagreement on how to raise kits.”

“Morningstar calls out Clovercurl for sleeping through a meeting.

“Rubbleface warns Pepperwing about something on the ground so Pepperwing doesn't trip.”

“Rubbleface and Slimepaw are chatting about what they're doing today.”

“Violetflame is talking about what to do tomorrow with Slimepaw.”

“Silversheen is talking with Salmonfloat.”

“Blueberry stands up for Paintedflame on a border patrol when confronted by another Clan.”

“Steamsong thinks Paintedflame is a good singer.”

“Steamsong said she'd cover for Goldenpelt, but when it came time, she got Goldenpelt in trouble.”

“Waterstripe and Picklepounce get their fur stuck together with some sap.”

“Waterstripe, Mousefrost, and Swiftshine had a nice talk, while eating.”

“Waterstripe hesitantly asks to exchange fresh-kill with Slimepaw. Slimepaw agrees, since Waterstripe's is his favorite kind, anyways.”

“Calmwatcher asks Brightlight a simple question, but Brightlight reacts strangely to it.”

“Clovercurl greets Pepperwing as she's exiting the warriors' den.”

“Butterflybuzz tells a story to Salmonfloat and Salmonfloat suggests how to make it even better.”

“Slimejumble noticed Saltbird is doing her best today.”

“Buzzingsky enjoys the time with Brightlight and feels secure.”

“Greyshimmer and Waterstripe enjoy each other's company.”

“Greyshimmer learns that Slicespots is scared of thunder, too.”

Other

“Morningstar calls the Clan to a meeting and declares Butterflypaw to be a warrior. They are now called Butterflybuzz and are celebrated for their pragmatism.”

“Slimepaw has proven himself skilled at handling the Clan's disputes. He is given the name Slimejumble, and the Clan honors his new mediator.”

#cliffclan long save #cliffclan #text

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49-ibr · 1 year ago

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#my post #49ibr #poll #writeblr #writer #writers

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the-wolfs-raven · 6 years ago

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An Interview with Ms. Winterscale

Q: What did you have for breakfast?

“A cup of lavender black tea and a bit of bread. No time for much else.”

Q: What can you cook perfectly?

“Hm...I’ve become quite skilled at baking. Sweet things. Tarts and the like.” She chuckled. “Which is quite odd, considering I hardly eat those things myself.”

Q: If you could choose a pet, what would it be?

"I had a dog once. A goofy, chubby pug named Matilda.” She hummed softly. “Unfortunately, she was swept up when a portal was opened in my shop, and I haven’t seen the poor thing since. I hope she’s alright...” The half-elf seemed to snap out of her daze. “Oh, what would I choose? Hm...I’ve always had a fondness for ravens. I wouldn’t have called her a pet, but I once had a crimson raven friend as a child.” Azure-blue eyes peered out the window to the great, roosted bird gazing inside. “...She’s grown since then.”

Q: How is your relationship with your parents?

Tarvasha nearly choked on her tea. “Parents? Well...” She crossed her legs, setting back somewhat. “I didn’t know my father growing up. He was a mage. Kirin Tor with auburn brown hair and brilliant blue eyes. At least, that’s what mother always said.” She took a slow, deliberate sip of her tea. “I don’t speak of her often, either. My mother is a known traitor, and I’d prefer my pleasant memories not be tainted by her actions during the Third War.”

Q: What is your favorite read?

She couldn’t help but laugh. “It might seem a bit cliche, but I love a good romance novel.”

Q: Do you put both socks on first, or one sock, one shoe?

"Erm...Socks first. Who puts their footwear on like that?”

Q: Do you fold your clothes before bed?

”If it’s something I’d wear again, then yes. But with all of the running around, it's rare that I haven’t gotten mud, sweat, or any other daily soils on my clothing.”

Q: How do you feel about marriage?

The half-elf’s gaze seemed to glaze over somewhat. “I’ve been married twice. Three times if you count Trade Baron Silversnap - I don’t. Engaged three times. Divorced twice.” She frowned. “As much as I’ve enjoyed the married life, I don’t think it is meant for me.” She gave a sad little chuckle as she picked up her cup. “I must be cursed.”

Q: Who was the last person you crushed on?

"Crushed on? As in loved, or some passing fancy? I find quite a number of people ‘crushable’ but...” She smiled softly, gaze lingering on her drink. “I think the last man I loved deeply was also the first. But that’s a tragic tale for another time.”

Q: What does your dream home look like? and where would it be?

“Well, I believe I have my dream home. A lovely little rustic home in Pandaria. I have wonderful neighbors and plenty of privacy. It is close to the market, but far enough from the cities to be peaceful. It is also heavily warded and guarded. I do not like to take chances, even in such a mellow land.”

Q: What’s your worst habit?

"I’ve come to learn I have many.” She chuckled. “I think not eating very much is my worst physical habit.” Her eyes took a rather mad look to them. “Failing everyone I love is probably at the top of the list though...” Her gaze didn’t break from its spot on the floor. “Next question, please...”

Q: What do you do for a living and how do you feel about your job?

Her face seemed to brighten a bit. “I’m a trader, primarily. I’ve personally contracted and organized many of Azeroth’s trading routes, particularly when it involves crossing faction lines.” She smiled a tired smile. “Obviously, recent events have made things difficult. I don’t sleep terribly much, but its nice to keep busy. I tend to pick up things like entertaining and bartending to fill my free time. Might even settle down with a little shop in Stormwind again.” She thought for a moment. “I was also a Madam for a short time. Though-” A flurry of letters and packages burst into existence on the kitchen table. “Oh dear. Well, I’m afraid our time is over. It’s back to work for me.”

Tagged by: No one, I stoled it.

Tagging: Everyone cause I’m lazy. :>

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smokeclan-oc · 2 years ago

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Bluestream - pretty darker grey tabby with white on chin and throat with bright blue eyes

Family: Fogbreeze (father), Silversnap (mother), Snowpelt (brother), Stormfall (sister) Gender / Sexuality: shecat / bisexual Personality: typical bisexual femme girl, creative and patient, super kind, everyone loves her, the only person who can get through the grumpy one, makes anyone smile when they are feeling down Backstory: It was after the apprentice den was empty for two seasons that the senior warriors realized something had to happen. They did too good of jobs training the young warriors, and they were so focused on the clan, they didnt mingle. So the senior warriors and elders stepped in, arranging matings. The plan was to raise from a kit, the next leader of the clan. First contestant is Bluestream. The daughter of a kittypet father and a Smokeclan mother, Bluestream was the youngest of her litter. She was mentored by her kittypet father, who became a warrior to help raise his kits. Bluestream is well liked by just about everyone. One on one she is a great listener, who can help you solve any problem. Even the grumpiest of warriors seem to warm up to her, and she will happily bounce after them when hunting together. She’s often invited on patrols and hunting pairings, she’s excited to make friends. She’s just such a sweetheart. When she will be named deputy, the forest will be excited for Smokeclan, and her leadership would help reinvent Smokeclan’s image in the forest. Ideal Partner: the grumpy one, or the equally energetic one, the one who wants her to have his babies fr (she gives feathertail vibes, do with that what you will) Position | Clan: Warrior | Smokeclan

Crowleg - small black tom with white on chest and toes

Family: Duskmask (father), Nightsong (mother), Ratwhisker (sister) Gender / Sexuality: Tom / pansexual (whore) Personality: very social, talks too much in class, definitely has some problems focusing because he’s friends with everyone. Hes biased, but always for both sides so its like a catch 22. Backstory: It was after the apprentice den was empty for two seasons that the senior warriors realized something had to happen. They did too good of jobs training the young warriors, and they were so focused on the clan, they didnt mingle. So the senior warriors and elders stepped in, arranging matings. The plan was to raise from a kit, the next leader of the clan. Next contestant is Crowleg. Excitable as a kit, his energy was just what the clan was looking for. Smokeclan has a reputation for being dark and scary and regal. Crowleg was such a smart and happy young kit, he could show the forest they can be dark and regal without scaring kits from taking help from a Smokeclan warrior when lost. Crowleg has no interest in having his own mate, or raising kits of his own. He’s rather make friends, and often takes up helping any mentors with apprentices. His smaller size makes people forget his age, so he bonds well with the younger apprentices looking to relate to the elder mentors. He’s great for sparring practice, and is always happy to help an apprentice out with a task. Speaking up for the younger warriors, Crowleg is a friendly face in the forest, and has more than once accidentally gone over the border chasing prey, and met another clan, and gotten away with his catch and a nice conversation. Ideal Partner: the warrior who keeps catching him crossing the border they bang and then you let Crowleg go home with his catch lmao, the elder apprentice, the young warrior in charge of an apprentice, a young warrior Crowleg spoke up for Position | Clan: Warrior | Smokeclan

Hollysnap - long haired dark grey tom

Family: Blackgaze (father), Longfur (mother), Jaydance (sister) Gender / Sexuality: Tom / bisexual Personality: serious, observant, approachable, calming effect, hes like the personification of the Stress Relief scent from BBW Backstory: It was after the apprentice den was empty for two seasons that the senior warriors realized something had to happen. They did too good of jobs training the young warriors, and they were so focused on the clan, they didnt mingle. So the senior warriors and elders stepped in, arranging matings. The plan was to raise from a kit, the next leader of the clan. Next contestant is Hollysnap. Hollysnap is from the first litters of the arranged marriages, Hollysnap was a quiet Tom, who somehow won over his clanmates, and those from other clans. His presence is somehow calming, simply due to knowing a Tom as big and strong as Hollysnap is. He doesnt speak often, so when he does cats listen. With a rather thick pelt, he likely has Frostclan blood, but sharing a border with Frostclan now, the clan needs to work hard to get longer fur into the gene pool. Ideal Partner: the sweet lil one, the one who wants to be babied, the strong warrior who needs someone bigger and badder behind them, someone who needs muscle Position | Clan: Warrior | Smokeclan

Magpiesong - dark grey shecat with white on chest and belly

Family: Silentfeather (father), Beechroot (mother), Longfur (sister), Cinderstride (brother), Ravenswoop (younger brother), Cloudstep (younger sister), Whitesnow (younger sister) Gender / Sexuality: shecat / pansexual Personality: flirty, cuddley, snuggle up in her tiddies, her parents were silent and beech, so flirty and sassy, mixed with resting bitch face but cuddle monster Backstory: It was after the apprentice den was empty for two seasons that the senior warriors realized something had to happen. They did too good of jobs training the young warriors, and they were so focused on the clan, they didnt mingle. So the senior warriors and elders stepped in, arranging matings. The plan was to raise from a kit, the next leader of the clan. Next contestant is Magpiesong. Its been some generations since Smokeclan had a female leader, and Magpiestar has a nice ring to it. The intent was to train Magpiesong for leadership, but her interest in the nursery is far too obvious. So they’ve adjusted their view, coaxing Magpiesong to think of raising the next strong warriors of the clan. Sharp and cuddley, Magpiesong can help bring even more strong warriors into the clan and gene pool. She’s flirty, shaking her tail for a warrior while she hunts, knowing her training to be a strong leader makes her appealing to any cat. Ideal Partner: the dude who always falls for the hot girls, someone who loves tiddies, someone who loves to cuddle, the one who wants to be a house husband with his house wife, they could run the nursery together, raise the next gen of warriors, queens nurse then leave the den to them Position | Clan: Warrior | Smokeclan

Mousestalker

Family: Bluestream (mother), Featherswirl (sister), Spiderpelt (brother), Leafspark (younger brother), Driftears (younger brother) Gender / Sexuality: Tom / bisexual Personality: a forgotten kit among several, not someone who demands attention, very independent, smart, sweet, loves to do biiiig stretches Backstory: It was after the apprentice den was empty for two seasons that the senior warriors realized something had to happen. They did too good of jobs training the young warriors, and they were so focused on the clan, they didnt mingle. So the senior warriors and elders stepped in, arranging matings. The plan was to raise from a kit, the next leader of the clan. Last contestant is Mousestalker. With direct connections to Loudstar, a famous leader of the past, Mousestalker is an obvious choice. His small size is remenescent of a more recent popular leader of Brookclan; Duckstar. Despite being full grown, Mousestalker is rather small for his age. This makes him a skilled hunter, and often brings home the most prey when out for a day. He’s often asked to join apprentice training, teaching the apprentices how to be good hunters. He will make sure the clan is fed for generations, and being such a good provider, his rise to leadership will be easy. Ideal Partner: the big strong one, someone who sucks at hunting and needs some one on one training Position | Clan: Warrior | Smokeclan

#bluestream #hollystalk #crowleg #mousetalker #magpiesong #arranged #smokeclan character #warrior #original character #{ queued for your viewing pleasure }

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