ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[furrensic]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

@Rosemew
Today was the day. Wow that came so fast. Bettlepaw's warrior assessment. The tom was so nervous and he was her mentor. Had he trained her well enough? Would she pass? When she was a warrior would she just ignore him? Despite liking his alone time and enjoying silence Sleetfall had grown to like the mysterious apprentice. She was quite and didn't annoy him like a lot of young cats. When Beetlepaw came into view he'd wave his bushy tail for her to come over. "Beetlepaw," He'd call though his voice wasn't that loud. He didn't like being loud. Waiting for his apprentice the patchy tom pondered on how to explain her assignment.

Beetlepaw glanced up at the tom, walking over. The Bombay molly smiled, this was the day to finally see if she was ready to be a warrior.
She kept walking, stopping in front of Sleetfall.

[~Silverkit~]

Originally Posted by Qwerty

@Silverkit~

Snow drifted down from the stormy sky, as a group of coughing cats was escorted out of the camp. Smokesky sat near the middle of camp, his eyes drifting quietly to a close. The snow stuck to his dark pelt and face. It was getting darker and darker...

His eyes shot open and he leapt up. That had been close. he had almost fallen asleep. A deadly mistake, by his standards. He circled a few times, shaking his head and closing his eyes tight.

He should be doing something productive for his clan, not sitting here. Besides, as he couldn't sleep, he should be a much better asset to his clan. They were in desperate need of herbs, and prey. Most of the cats in his clan were sick with greencough, a horrible disease that killed kits and elders every leaf-bare. he could not remember seeing a case as bad as this, though. the sickness had spread through the clan like a raging wildfire, killing and infecting more and more everyday. He was fortunate not to be among those who had caught it.

Of course, it wasn't the only disease that had infected the clans. There was another one, much slower, much deadlier- one that had been around for a long time. The dark forest and all of the cats in it.

In times like these, it began to prey on the sick and weak, turning them to it's cause- death and destruction. So many cats had been turned. he wondered how many had been turned by the lies of his own mother.

The Dark forest had always been a part of his life. When he was younger, his mother neglected and abused him, making him feel as if a part of him was missing. He had thought what he needed was her love and affection, but now he realized that she had been evil all along. the dark forest only attacked cats who had a reason to hate- traumatic pasts, disabilities, the loss of loved ones. And the choking desire to feel whole again- like him.

By the time his mother died, he understood that his mother was evil and would only serve to bring him into the darkness. He thought that he would never have to see her face again- but he was wrong. Every night, in his dreams, she stalked him, promising him things that would be given to him as long as he became a loyal dark forest citizen.

Of course, he knew that none of that was true. But she came every night in dreams, anyway. Soon, he knew that he could not sleep- only quick naps here and there- because if he did, she would be there. The greatest temptation for him was the promise of her love, and he knew that, if he was weak, he would fall right back into her arms.

So he could not sleep. Not now, not when everything seemed so hopeless. What if he gave up? What then? The temptation was too great.

He snarled at himself to stay awake and stuck his head into the snow, closing his eyes tight. So tight that patterns began to play in the dark abccesses of his mind. When he was here, he was alone with his thoughts. He battled with himself constantly in these dark depths. For it was only here that he was truly alone.

Foxheart walked out of the warriors den feeling well rested. She saw a cat sticking his head in the snow. She looked at him confused. "Um are you ok?" She asked as she walked up to him, puzzled.

[Qwerty]

Originally Posted by Silverkit~

Foxheart walked out of the warriors den feeling well rested. She saw a cat sticking his head in the snow. She looked at him confused. Um are you ok?" She asked as she walked up to him, puzzled.

Surprised, Smokesky leapt up with a hiss. Snow stuck to his face, making him look comical.


Foxheart! he cried, surprised. I didn't see you there... He flattened his ears to his head and looked away from the ginger cat.

[~Silverkit~]

Originally Posted by Qwerty

Surprised, Smokesky leapt up with a hiss. Snow stuck to his face, making him look comical.


Foxheart! he cried, surprised. I didn't see you there... He flattened his ears to his head and looked away from the ginger cat.

Foxheart laughed at the snow stuck to his face. "Um what were you doing?" She asked. She looked past him at the snow he was sticking his head in. "You could get sick doing that." She said worried.

[Qwerty]

Originally Posted by Silverkit~

Foxheart laughed at the snow stuck to his face. "Um what were you doing?" She asked. She looked past him at the snow he was sticking his head in. "You could get sick doing that." She said worried.

Smokesky just shrugged, before shaking himself off. "i'll be fine," he murmured. "Besides, in times like this, I don't mind getting sick. It's not like the clans are going to be attacking each other. I'm not really... needed."

This was true, to him, at least. He had no family, no close friends and no mate or kits that needed him to support them. If he died, no one would care. Of course, he didn't want to die that way, but if he was lucky enough to get into the ranks of Starclan, maybe the dark forest would no longer bother him.

[~Silverkit~]

Originally Posted by Qwerty

Smokesky just shrugged, before shaking himself off. "i'll be fine," he murmured. "Besides, in times like this, I don't mind getting sick. It's not like the clans are going to be attacking each other. I'm not really... needed."

This was true, to him, at least. He had no family, no close friends and no mate or kits that needed him to support them. If he died, no one would care. Of course, he didn't want to die that way, but if he was lucky enough to get into the ranks of Starclan, maybe the dark forest would no longer bother him.

Hmm. You are needed. I need you." Foxheart said. Her face got red when she said that. What am i thinking?!?! This could go badly!! she thought panicking.

[Qwerty]

Originally Posted by Silverkit~

Hmm. You are needed. I need you." Foxheart said. Her face got red when she said that. What am i thinking?!?! This could go badly!! she thought panicking.

Smokesky snorted. "Need? Why would you need me?" He narrowed her eyes, as if he had suddenly come to a conclusion. "Unless..." he murmured.

[Qwerty]

Originally Posted by Otterstrike

mention: @Qwerty

Stormkit chased after him. "You know what, I was acting like the most savage, mouse-brained rogue in the forest. I should know that Clanmates do NOT attack Clanmates. I appoligize." Stormkit walked away, back to the nursery, and fell asleep.

Fluffykit sniffed loudly and glared at her. "She is mean," he said to himself. He turned and followed her back into the nursery and saw her snuggled up against Nightfall. (cont. in Shadowclan Nursery)

[Qwerty]

@Blissy
Fluffykit finished cleaning his pelt once more. The long scratch on his side had stopped bleeding, mostly because of his gentle licks, and he looked as if nothing had even happened. He stood, shook himself, and padded over to Thistlekit.

"Hello," he meowed.

[Sum]

@Peachy

Fairthorn crawled out of the warriors' den, embracing the freezing, morning air in the form of a shiver. Oh. How done she was with this everlasting cold! She arched her back, thrust out her legs, and spread out her toes in the snow, driving the last bit of sleep away. That was better. She quickly licked down a few tufts of fur that had stuck up during the night before she made her way to the fresh-kill pile. Grabbing the closest thing -- a skinny chipmunk -- she plopped down where she stood, scarfing down so she could get on with her day. While she scarfed, Fairthorn thought over what she would do the rest of the day-- patrol, hunt, eat, sleep. Everyday was generally the same routine, which was what Fairthorn liked best. She lifted her eyes momentarily, spotting a cat lying idly in a patch of sunlight. Bum.. she thought with a roll of her yellow eyes, crunching down on a bone. Maybe everyone should have a routine like hers.