ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Role

But the scolding didn't come. Only a tender lick on the head. "Now why would you think that? You don't need to die, young one," she murmured, resting her worried green eyes on Haykit.

Haykit mewled softly," My littermates and parents died in the flood. I should have died with them. If only I hadn't thought the flood was fun and snuck off to follow Applepaw to Riverclan." She meowed grieving her family, and Applepaw who joined Riverclan.

[Charmer]

@blue jellie
Vixenpaw began her day the way she always did: she strode out of the apprentice den slowly, giving her limbs a long, luxurious stretch. Then, gliding off to the center of the clearing, she began to groom her gorgeous mahogany fur. The color was what gave her her name. All the toms said she had markings like a fox even, from her black ears and legs to the cute little white spot at the very tip of her fluffy tail. Vixenpaw loved her fur. She loved grooming her fur. She especially loved grooming her fur in full view of all the Shadowclan toms. The young shecat would never describe herself as a "flirt" per se, but if toms liked to look at beautiful shecats, was it so wrong for her to give them something to see?

[Role]

Originally Posted by Okapi

Haykit mewled softly," My littermates and parents died in the flood. I should have died with them. If only I hadn't thought the flood was fun and snuck off to follow Applepaw to Riverclan." She meowed grieving her family, and Applepaw who joined Riverclan.

Whitestep frowned and nodded, listening intently. When it was her time to speak, Whitestep wrapped her tail around the young kit. "That is what we call "survivor's guilt"," she began softly. "I am in a similar situation to yours. My mate died in the flood, and my kits want nothing to do with me. Right now, I am all alone. Haykit, do you believe in fate?" Whitestep's green eyes rested on Haykit's own, waiting for a response.

[fresh]

Originally Posted by Charmer

@blue jellie
Vixenpaw began her day the way she always did: she strode out of the apprentice den slowly, giving her limbs a long, luxurious stretch. Then, gliding off to the center of the clearing, she began to groom her gorgeous mahogany fur. The color was what gave her her name. All the toms said she had markings like a fox even, from her black ears and legs to the cute little white spot at the very tip of her fluffy tail. Vixenpaw loved her fur. She loved grooming her fur. She especially loved grooming her fur in full view of all the Shadowclan toms. The young shecat would never describe herself as a "flirt" per se, but if toms liked to look at beautiful shecats, was it so wrong for her to give them something to see?

Featherfur was exhausted as she slipped out of the medicine den. Her dark blue eyes were weary, and she was extremely tempted to go back to sleep.
But there wasn't time for that. You need to train Vixenpaw, she thought sternly, turning towards the area her apprentice seemed to always appear at- the middle of the clearing.
Sure enough, there she was, washing away. The molly gave an amused snort and trotted over to where Vixenpaw was grooming. "Ready for some hunting training?" Featherfur asked, one ear twitching impatiently.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Role

Whitestep frowned and nodded, listening intently. When it was her time to speak, Whitestep wrapped her tail around the young kit. "That is what we call "survivor's guilt"," she began softly. "I am in a similar situation to yours. My mate died in the flood, and my kits want nothing to do with me. Right now, I am all alone. Haykit, do you believe in fate?" Whitestep's green eyes rested on Haykit's own, waiting for a response.

Haykit paused,” Yes. But I believe death can stop you from fate aswell.” She paused waiting for the response to that.

[Undercover]

Originally Posted by Fern

Snarlfang was still in awe that Goldenstar thought he was able to even teach an apprentice and not scare them with his snaggletooth. He smiled, watching the new apprentice grin and greet him.

"How is being an apprentice?" He repeated before continuing, "Do you want to go to the training grounds, or be shown the territory?" He just thought she was nervous and needed him to repeat. He hardly remembered when he was asked to mentor a cat, and told about who he'd be apprenticing. He only really remembered their name and what they looked like.

Ivorypaw flicked her creamy white colored tail as she watched his maw move soundlessly. Her encapturing orbs were glimmering with concentration. When she supposed he had finished, she began to pick out words, distinguishing ones she knew from ones she didn't. The newly named apprentice mulled over the words silently for a few moments, bicolored eyes lost in thought. Being and apprentice were words she knew. The others, however, were unfamiliar. Well, she'd just have to respond with what she assumed was best.

"Well," Ivorypaw meowed, unable to keep a teasing purr from entering. "I've only just become one." A smile danced on her slender maw as she looked up at him. Being a tiny cat from birth, Ivorypaw knew that she would never grow as big as many o for the Warriors. Tiny cats could end powerful, but in a different way. She may not be intimidating, but the young she-cat sure could be a handful at times.

[ShiningFern]

Snarlfang padded into the training grounds, flicking his ears around. He had told his apprentice to meet him hear around this time. He really hoped Ivorypaw would come, or he would just be here alone. The tom sat down, wrapping his long tail over his paws. "Ivorypaw?" He asked loudly, looking towards the bushes near the entrance of the training area.


@Undercover

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by TheLittleRobin

@Mystical

Pinewhisker’s light green-hued gaze flickered over to the shecat, Pearlstream, who Needlescar had pointed out to him in the clearing where they now sat. He was not familiar with this other warrior nor had he ever had a true conversation with her, though he did know her name and had seen her around before. Judging by the female’s fresh snow-white fur and crystal clear eyes, the brown-striped tomcat assumed that she was popular among the males of Shadowclan, no doubt she already had a mate as well, Honeythistle, but he was not familiar with them either. Despite all that, Pinewhisker did not find her attractive or anything worth his time, which was strange because he usually found time for everyone - maybe it was because Needlescar was so weary of her or because his heart already belonged to the young warrior that was beside him without her even knowing. Pinewhisker could see how the molly was right now, even since she had laid eyes on Pearlstream. Was it possible to dislike someone even before you even truly met them? He wasn’t sure, but that is what was happening right now. The young tomcat watched as Needlescar sat up, calming herself and trying not to have a nervous breakdown, most likely. He decided not to comment on such things, not wanting her to worry anymore than she should right now. Then it occurred to him that Pearlstream’s mate, Honeythistle, was apart of that FUZZ family that seemed to be the talk of the clan these days. Pinewhisker had never come face-to-face with a member of their family, nor did he have a desire to. He had overheard their views and the thought itself made it stiffen. The brown-furred male believed that everyone had a right to love who they wanted, knowing the family’s beliefs on homesexual cats or any cat that was not hetersexual, not that matter. Pinewhisker, himself, was pansexual, though not many knew that about him. Glancing at Needlescar, he was sure that she didn’t even know that little fact about him. It didn’t really matter anyhow. Out of the corner of his eye, Pinewhisker saw Pearlstream’s gaze shift over to the two of them, but the male did not show any reaction beside staring right back, his tail twitching behind him as he did so. He was not a violent tomcat and did not desire to make a scene in the public eye of Shadowclan, but as he watched this Pearlstream begin to walk over to them, the pupils in his eyes turned to slits as he shifted up into a sitting position, hearing Needescar gulp beside him. He silently made a promise to her, but would not say anything out loud. “Ah, yes. We’re just good friends, nothing more.” He said to the shecat as she questioned their relationship, “The name’s Pinewhisker and you are?” He knew who she was, but for casual conversation sake, he would just play dumb and see where this goes.

Great! So they weren't mates. Pearlstream had approached them for nothing?! Now she was going to have to have a conversation with Needlescar and the tom, introduced as Pinewhisker? What had she gotten herself into? That was one of the stupidest things she ever could have ever done. Mistaken them for mates was not stupid. They were purring. And they were sitting close together. Could it be more obvious? Obviously not. It was not obvious in anyway because they had turned out to not be mates. But they were making it look like they were. Could anyone blame her? Boy she would love for Honeythistle or her parents to be looking for her so she could have an excuse to leave the embarrassing scene. Pearlstream looked over at Needlescar and tried her best to genuinely smile. "Oh, darling, I'm sorry it just looked like, well you were purring." Perhaps her eyes would give away the fact that she was actually sorry. Sorry for herself, and the two other cats. Mostly herself but she did care about other cats. So, some for them. She wasn't a terrible cat. Just because she was Honeythistle's mate, hence a member of the Fuzz Family didn't mean that she followed their beliefs. Because she didn't. Her life wasn't as simple and breezy as everyone thought. There was more too little clingy and obnoxious Pearlstream than people thought. You couldn't help loving who you loved. She was the way she was because of love. Love had gotten her a mate who had other mates. Love had gotten her stuck in the nursery even when she couldn't produce full healthy litters. Love had gotten her stuck with the Fuzz Family. No matter how much she tried, Pearlstream was never able to get out of that situation. That didn't make an excuse for the way she acted. She knew, But it was the reason behind why she did it. Everyone had a reason. But that reason didn't make an excuse. Even though the tom introduced himself as Pinewhisker, Pearlstream could not be thankful. She knew that he knew who she was. She knew he was being polite. But she didn't deserve it. "I'm sorry I misinterpreted your relationship with Needlescar, Pinewhisker." That was a quite dignified thing to do but she was not proud of herself. "I'm Pearlstream, But I can tell you already know that. There's no need to act so polite, though I do appreciate it." Her sudden change in attitude, shocked even her.

[Role]

Originally Posted by Okapi

Haykit paused,” Yes. But I believe death can stop you from fate aswell.” She paused waiting for the response to that.

"But what if your fate was to survive," she began. "Your family misses you, but I know that they would feel horrible if you went to StarClan, just because you missed them. This is not the end, Haykit. You don't have to end it all."

[Charmer]

Originally Posted by blue jellie

Featherfur was exhausted as she slipped out of the medicine den. Her dark blue eyes were weary, and she was extremely tempted to go back to sleep.
But there wasn't time for that. You need to train Vixenpaw, she thought sternly, turning towards the area her apprentice seemed to always appear at- the middle of the clearing.
Sure enough, there she was, washing away. The molly gave an amused snort and trotted over to where Vixenpaw was grooming. "Ready for some hunting training?" Featherfur asked, one ear twitching impatiently.

Vixenpaw froze half-way through drawing her tongue down her slender front leg, her ear twitching with annoyance. "Sure," she sighed. Vixenpaw honestly didn't consider training that important. There were plenty of other cats to defend Shadowclan and catch food, why did she have to? But still, what the shecat longed for more than anything was a strong and faithful mate, so if learning to be a warrior was how she got that, she supposed it was almost worth it. "What will we be doing?" she asked, sounding bored and obstinate.