ShadowClan Territory

[Barnabas]

Originally Posted by Little Bird

Gingerpaw shuffled her paws. "Blarepaw, I think Oi feel the same way, but we're only apprentices..." The ginger molly stated clearly but trailing off at the end. Apprentices couldn't have mates or kits, that's how it worked. But when they were older...

"yeah I know I meant for the future. Once we're warriors. I still need to focus on our clan first before we think about that." he meowed. Blarepaw stared at her with a roll of his eyes. "The clan can't stop us from liking each other now can they?" he asked with a quick laugh.

[Barnabas]

Originally Posted by SpringtrapFNAF

"yeah I know I meant for the future. Once we're warriors. I still need to focus on our clan first before we think about that." he meowed. Blarepaw stared at her with a roll of his eyes. "The clan can't stop us from liking each other now can they?" he asked with a quick laugh.

@Little Bird;

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by SpringtrapFNAF

"yeah I know I meant for the future. Once we're warriors. I still need to focus on our clan first before we think about that." he meowed. Blarepaw stared at her with a roll of his eyes. "The clan can't stop us from liking each other now can they?" he asked with a quick laugh.

"No they can't and I'm glad!"

She purred rolling her eyes as well. "Do you think we should head back to camp?" However much she wanted to stay out in the territory, she might need to train with Rubyclaw.

[graves]

@SpiralTheRival

Daypaw slipped out of the camp entrance with the warrior at their side. They didnt know their warrior, but they werent one to deny socialization. They walked silently, amber eyes gazing around for herbs. Now that it was greenleaf, weather was warmer, plants were growing. While they didnt know to much, they knew the basics as of now over time and needed a restock. Their nightmares lingered in their mind, their walking quick and fast under the dark looming pine trees. They hated being out here, which is why they required an escort when going. They didnt know what was out here. They didnt know if their nightmares would ever come true. It was a kit like thought, monsters in the corners of the nursery in the dark, but they couldnt help it. They took a glance at the other warrior, giving a small nod and looking back forward. It wasnt much, but it was their way of saying thank you.

[Captain]

@Shadomaru

The dark-furred female glanced back at Crowhawk as they padded out into the forest and she could see his small, hidden smile out of the corner of her eye. She raised an eyebrow, rather suspicious in his change of behavior, but the warrior decided to let it slide. Blackfrost gave a slight yawn as they went out into the hunting grounds, the area quiet and calmed by the storm’s aftermath. The grass was still damp and muddy, but it didn’t bother her much. “Come on, I bet there will be plenty of frogs around because of the storm.” Blackfrost remarked with a happy purr before quickening her pace, the female’s tail twitching back and forth.

[ameko]

Originally Posted by Brxken

@Pathos

Songthorn trudged along the pines, his head held low as thoughts screamed within his mind. He sighed, his heart torn in two. The Irish-accented tabby had finally gotten over his little crush on the younger male, Burnet, and had fallen for one of his other friends, Claystorm. (I made that up shh) Yet, he had confessed his feelings to the tom, and was utterly broken. Claystorm had found another.

His amber gaze was saddened, although it had happened almost a moon ago. Song blinked slowly, noticing finally how his form had weakened. He was rather thin, having not eaten unless he was forced to. The small tabby began walking again, his paws dragging along the ground. He had ruined it with Clay.

And Burnet.

Songthorn sat down and flicked his ears back agaonst his head. No wonder he was never going to find a mate. He was too rude, too sarcastic, too mean. Too slow. Too stubborn. Too... prickly. His fur bristled, and he felt a sudden wave of hate towards himself.

The only two friends that I've ever had, I drove away! Burnet probably already has a mate, and Clay actually does! Why am I so mousebrained?

Amber orbs dulled with sadness. "I haven't talked to him in so long," He mumbled, his mind on the old friend of his, Burnet. Song let himself fall to the ground, on his side. "I'll probably never speak with him ever again. He most likely hates me now." The tabby's Irish accent had become less thick as he grew, much to his approval.

"I loved him," Song realized, closing his eyes. His tailed curled around his small form, as he attempted to hide himself within the shadows.

"I miss him.."

[new writing style!! looks nice~]

A young warrior made his way into the forest, every little move carefully calculated. His tail hovered just above the leaves and undergrowth, not making a single sound. Burnetsong had, well… been following Songthorn. But it isn’t stalking, he reminded himself. He was just interested in the cat he had been avoiding for 6 moons. That’s all it was. “Not stalking, just concerned,” he muttered under his breath.

Memories of what he had done to turn Claystorm away from Songthorn poured into his mind, forcing him to a halt. He sighed, sitting back on his haunches. That was all Burnetsong seemed able to do recently: just sigh and feel sorry for himself. That was all he had ever done. Sometimes he felt as though the world should revolve around him; his needs and wants seemed to be the most important, anyway. Well, to him. His envy of Claystorm had consumed him, greed clouding his vision. All he had wanted was Songthorn. He hadn’t meant to make his one love so torn, so broken inside…

He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. None of this was going the way it should have. The only thing that worked out was that Claystorm fell for someone else instead of reciprocating Songthorn’s feelings. Songthorn was supposed to come crawling back to Burnetsong, he was supposed to become his mate… he should’ve been there at his warrior ceremony. He would’ve seen what Burnet had done, the special request he had made to have his suffix named after Songthorn himself. The amount of love that went into that; surely he would have understood.

Nobody would have taken it as an obsession, right? Not when Songthorn and Burnetsong were supposed to become mates. Now, they didn’t talk, and he was sure that cats thought Burnetsong was stalking his crush. He wasn’t!

In his anger, a growl rumbled through his throat and the young warrior forced himself to stand up, taking staggering pawsteps forward on the pine needles littering the ground. Too soon, he came across the small form of Songthorn, curled up in a tight ball. “Mouse-dung,” he breathed, taking a step back—

—and cracking a twig. Burnetsong winced at the sudden, loud noise snapping in the air, staring at Songthorn in the hopes that he was asleep. Not now, not now, not now, he pleaded, glancing over his shoulder. If he could just make a run for it, maybe Songthorn wouldn’t notice, right? Maybe this could all be avoided. He wasn’t ready for this meeting, he wasn’t ready...

[Ainz Ooal Gown]

Originally Posted by Robin-chan

@Shadomaru

The dark-furred female glanced back at Crowhawk as they padded out into the forest and she could see his small, hidden smile out of the corner of her eye. She raised an eyebrow, rather suspicious in his change of behavior, but the warrior decided to let it slide. Blackfrost gave a slight yawn as they went out into the hunting grounds, the area quiet and calmed by the storm’s aftermath. The grass was still damp and muddy, but it didn’t bother her much. “Come on, I bet there will be plenty of frogs around because of the storm.” Blackfrost remarked with a happy purr before quickening her pace, the female’s tail twitching back and forth.

He saw her look at her suspiciously. Probably because of his smile, but he didn't let it get to him as he followed her to the hunting grounds. Who knows, maybe this would clear his mind about earlier. He followed her, he smiled when he heard her purr and he sped up, right behind her.

[lio]

Originally Posted by Pathos

[new writing style!! looks nice~]

A young warrior made his way into the forest, every little move carefully calculated. His tail hovered just above the leaves and undergrowth, not making a single sound. Burnetsong had, well… been following Songthorn. But it isn’t stalking, he reminded himself. He was just interested in the cat he had been avoiding for 6 moons. That’s all it was. “Not stalking, just concerned,” he muttered under his breath.

Memories of what he had done to turn Claystorm away from Songthorn poured into his mind, forcing him to a halt. He sighed, sitting back on his haunches. That was all Burnetsong seemed able to do recently: just sigh and feel sorry for himself. That was all he had ever done. Sometimes he felt as though the world should revolve around him; his needs and wants seemed to be the most important, anyway. Well, to him. His envy of Claystorm had consumed him, greed clouding his vision. All he had wanted was Songthorn. He hadn’t meant to make his one love so torn, so broken inside…

He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. None of this was going the way it should have. The only thing that worked out was that Claystorm fell for someone else instead of reciprocating Songthorn’s feelings. Songthorn was supposed to come crawling back to Burnetsong, he was supposed to become his mate… he should’ve been there at his warrior ceremony. He would’ve seen what Burnet had done, the special request he had made to have his suffix named after Songthorn himself. The amount of love that went into that; surely he would have understood.

Nobody would have taken it as an obsession, right? Not when Songthorn and Burnetsong were supposed to become mates. Now, they didn’t talk, and he was sure that cats thought Burnetsong was stalking his crush. He wasn’t!

In his anger, a growl rumbled through his throat and the young warrior forced himself to stand up, taking staggering pawsteps forward on the pine needles littering the ground. Too soon, he came across the small form of Songthorn, curled up in a tight ball. “Mouse-dung,” he breathed, taking a step back—

—and cracking a twig. Burnetsong winced at the sudden, loud noise snapping in the air, staring at Songthorn in the hopes that he was asleep. Not now, not now, not now, he pleaded, glancing over his shoulder. If he could just make a run for it, maybe Songthorn wouldn’t notice, right? Maybe this could all be avoided. He wasn’t ready for this meeting, he wasn’t ready...

{Thank you}

Songthorn snapped up, his reflexes still kept at a maximum. He immediately unsheathed his claws, although if it was a predator he would be thrown aside like dust. The tabby's hackles raised as his eyes narrowed, ready to at least try to defend himself.

Yet he softened as soon as Burnet came into view.

"B.. urnet?" His voice, once lively although rude, held a dull rasp. Like he didn't want to be there anymore. Songthorn's ears lowered, and his tail dragged along the ground as it swayed back and forth. "Why are you here?" He took a miniscule step towards the other.

Songthorn then realized that he had not yet learned Burnet's warrior suffix. He examined the other, seeing as he looked.. nearly frightened. Had he not wanted to be seen?

The Irish-accented tom cocked his head to the side. Confusion laced within his gaze as he only stared at Burnet, attempting to keep a straight face. Stubborn as usual.

Songthorn felt his heart pound, surprised that it wasn't heard by the other Warrior. He fought away a small heat building across his pelt, just by being around Burnet. His eyes dilated and his tail flicked.
"I... I've missed you."

{It's short nghnn}

[Captain]

Originally Posted by Shadomaru

He saw her look at her suspiciously. Probably because of his smile, but he didn't let it get to him as he followed her to the hunting grounds. Who knows, maybe this would clear his mind about earlier. He followed her, he smiled when he heard her purr and he sped up, right behind her.

Blackfrost chuckled to herself as she thought about some things as they walked, her tail flicking back and forth contently. It wasn’t long until they reached a small pond with shallow waters that reeked of frogs, fish and many other creatures that inhabited the scene. “Maybe catching some frogs will ease that mind of yours.” The she-cat teased him and went forward, sniffing through the tall reeds that stuck out at certain points around the small body of water.

[wickedvirtues]

The tom walked into the territory, the familiar scent of ShadowClan didn't bother him like some others. It was strong, like himself. Nobody could deny that the tom, Onyxclaw, was powerful unless they wanted a claw to the face. He wasn't violent, looking for cats to attack, but he'd defend himself. Unlike his friend Colbatstep of WindClan, he had a dark sense of humor and sarcastic. However, instead of hunting like normal, he simply walked silently through the territory.

He glanced at the tall trees, tail lashing behind him. The tom didn't stop to rest as he walked through the forest, the camp always in sight. In fact, the tom rarely left running distance of camp unless he was boarder patrolling. Onyxclaw scented the air, in case he was missing any blatant prey. The only thing he smelt was ShadowClan scent, and a bit of stale fox. "Not too fresh, but not really old. Better keep an eye out.." he said to himself, his deep voice low as he muttered.

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