ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[aleka!]

Originally Posted by Role

Seekerkit watched in horror as his mother spotted him turn in the bramble wall. He had been spotted. Gulping, Seekerkit began to back up, only to be pricked by a thorn. "Ouch," he said quietly. As Frostedbelly began to inch closer, Seekerkit wondered why he and Runningkit were so scared of her. Was it her appearance? Was it how she spoke? How she acted? Seekerkit was so distracyed by these questions that he forgot all about his mother.

"You know that hiding won't do any good." The brown and white molly said as she reached a paw into the bramble, wincing as one grazed her. In a few more moments, she found what she was looking for. Frostedbelly edged closer, her amber gaze slightly narrowed as she looked for Seekerkit though the tangle of brambles. She forced her head inside it, her jaws snapping shut on his scruff, and from there, she pulled him from there, her tail brushing the ground once. "You thought you could hide from mama." She attempted through a mouthful of scruff.
She knew that usually, regular queens would try to punish their kits from hiding from them, but this happened all the time to her so... she would just make them stay in nursery probably as a punishment, if she could anyways.

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Originally Posted by Sasukewolf (madness)

Lostface walks quickly into camp, he had Ebonymist on his back and blood dripping down from his and her body. He growls loudly as he immediately begins to walk straight in but he quickly lays her down carefully “ the medicine cat seems to be busy... I’ll try my best for now.” He says softly as he begins to look around for anything that could clean her wounds a bit.

@kitten~

Originally Posted by kitten~

Ebonymist curled up slightly, her paws pressing against one of the deeper wounds, a gash just above her stomach and crossing over her chest. "Cobwebs," She gasped, pointing a paw towards the place where Daypaw kept their cobwebs. She shivered slightly, thinking of how they'd react if they found out that Lostface had gone through their medicine. Honestly, Daypaw's grumpy attitude was a little frightening at times. The tufts of orange fur on her body were stained a bright red, the blood dripping quietly onto the ground. She grunted, moving her head slightly to the right and gritting her teeth as a sharp pain shot through her side, a piercing pain similar to having cold water running over her wound.

Originally Posted by Sasukewolf (madness)

he quickly nods leaving for a bit and eventually coming back with some cobwebs. He quickly begins to clean up the wounds by pressing it softly against the wound. “ it’s okay my love. I’m here. I’m here for you.” He says with a forced purr to keep her calm but inside that tom was freaking out. His one eye held worry and fear and his body was shaking a bit as he tried his best to clean up her wound.

(These are from the clearing)
Ebonymist nudged Lostface with her good paw. "We should... Probably get into the Med Den." She managed to get out. The DS cat had done quite a number on her. Her left eye was full of blood, having been scratched out; multiple gashes covered her body, a large one right below her stomach. She was beginning to feel dizzy, light-headed from the bloodloss.

@woly

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

Originally Posted by kitten~

(These are from the clearing)
Ebonymist nudged Lostface with her good paw. "We should... Probably get into the Med Den." She managed to get out. The DS cat had done quite a number on her. Her left eye was full of blood, having been scratched out; multiple gashes covered her body, a large one right below her stomach. She was beginning to feel dizzy, light-headed from the bloodloss.

@woly

He nods as he helps her up and towards the med den. He licks her face a bit. “ we’re here... um hello?” He asks calmly unsure what to do since this is the first time in a med den and first time speaking with a med cat. He always thought of them as some kind of wizards or something.

[graves]

@.:Blue Wishes:.

Daypaw huffed. they were tired. it seemed things were at peace for a moment but things went haywire a second later. could they get any peace? and with the declaration of war between Windclan and Thunderclan, they honestly wanted to stay out of it. shadowclan had enough to deal with. barely any prey, their terriotry was littered with puddles left over from the flood, the ground wet under their paws. they had barely any herbs to treat cats! and with it getting colder outside, it was only becoming more a struggle for them to find any. they didnt know what to do. normally they were too prideful to ask for help or advice,avoiding starclan at all costs. but goldenstar deserved to know their struggles--seeing as these were the lives of cats that they were suppose to be taking care of together. and that involved communication. halestar was gone, things were going to be different and daypaw wanted to make sure theyd be going into the right direction.

they padded inside,limping. the battle wasnt that long ago and they hadnt treated themselves. they werent bleeding, having cleaned their stained fur before entering. their wounds were exposed though, gashed on their sides open, large claw marks raking down their face across their muzzle. their nose dripped slightly with blood. they refused to treat themselves until everyother cat was treated. they felt tired, they were frail as it is. their ribs could still be seen through their fur, lungs heaving to catch their breath. but they were focused on that right now, they needed to speak with goldenstar.

"goldenstar,can i speak to you?"

[graves]

Originally Posted by Sasukewolf (madness)

He nods as he helps her up and towards the med den. He licks her face a bit. “ we’re here... um hello?” He asks calmly unsure what to do since this is the first time in a med den and first time speaking with a med cat. He always thought of them as some kind of wizards or something.

Originally Posted by kitten~

(These are from the clearing)
Ebonymist nudged Lostface with her good paw. "We should... Probably get into the Med Den." She managed to get out. The DS cat had done quite a number on her. Her left eye was full of blood, having been scratched out; multiple gashes covered her body, a large one right below her stomach. She was beginning to feel dizzy, light-headed from the bloodloss.

@woly

padding inside, daypaw was covered in blood. they had gashes littering their sides, face and stomach. blood dribbled from them, they limped as they walked. but they didnt care--that wasnt the focus right now. ignoring the sheer amount of pain they were in, the walked forward, given out a grunt,"i just arrived back,get her into a nest and clean her wounds. do not touch her eye." they said hastily, walking past Lostface and Ebonymist. walking over wuickly to their herb wall, amber hues darted around looking for something--something. anything. most things were water damaged or destroyed from the flood so long ago, one that still gave daypaw shivers to this day. what would geckoleaf do. what would krestleberry do. what would cricketpaw do? they wanted to sob--overwelmed with the amount of pain they were in. they didnt even know everything! they were almost done with all of their training but still-- still,they felt like they knew nothing right now. looking over they saw a sprout of yellow. dandelions. they werent mad,atleast for right now, that they had entered their den and used cobwebs, right now they were focusing on saving a life--and sight.

[graves]

Originally Posted by Charmer

Nightpaw followed Daypaw to the training ground, a clearing among the pines with level earth and no roots to trip over. For the fourth time, she looked at her own paws to make sure they were properly sheathed. No claws, and no teeth, she repeated to herself. The little shecat was nervous. She knew of course that this was just practice and that Daypaw was well aware of the fact that she had no knowledge of battle moves, but she still felt the pressure to prove in some way that she deserved to be a part of Shadowclan. She stood in the clearing and took a deep, long breath in and out to calm herself. "Alrighty then, how do we start?"

daypaw followed her, taking comfort in having company when outside of camp. they felt anxiety when alone out here. with lack of sleep it was easy to shape the darkness of the pine tree shadows into monsters. they were paranoid, and their nightmares only fueled that paranoia. they stood infront of nightpaw, tail swaying patiently. as grump as daypaw could be, they were patient when it came to training or helping someone. "Im going to show you how to pounce properly, with this youll be able to tackle your opponents to the grounds with the force it requires." they spoke in a softer tone, unlike their usual tense one. "youre going to almost go into a hunters crouch, low to the ground. balancing your weight on your hind legs instead, so when you jump youre able to extend your front claws towards your target."

[Dust]

@woly

(Take your time replying! Sorry this took so long ;; )

The tom cat had come leaps and bounds since Shadowclan had left Riverclan's territory and returned to their camp. It had been devastating upon arrival and Acorn had not been able to help with the initial rebuilding of camp, but his paws were itching to get back to work and the warrior life-style. He was starting to get a bit pudgy with how much he had been eating and resting. It was beyond him how the elders weren't round balls of fur. Maybe he was just young so it affected him differently? Either way, he appeared as a stark difference to his friend, Daypaw. The poor medicine cat was scrawny as anything. He'd have to remember to bring prey with him next time.

Nosing his way into the den, Acornfall wobbled over to the medicine cat excitedly. Meowing a quick greeting, the elder extended his nose touching it to the smaller cat's forehead as a warm purr filled his chest. "Good morning Daypaw! Ready to start when you are."

[Charmer]

Originally Posted by woly

daypaw followed her, taking comfort in having company when outside of camp. they felt anxiety when alone out here. with lack of sleep it was easy to shape the darkness of the pine tree shadows into monsters. they were paranoid, and their nightmares only fueled that paranoia. they stood infront of nightpaw, tail swaying patiently. as grump as daypaw could be, they were patient when it came to training or helping someone. "Im going to show you how to pounce properly, with this youll be able to tackle your opponents to the grounds with the force it requires." they spoke in a softer tone, unlike their usual tense one. "youre going to almost go into a hunters crouch, low to the ground. balancing your weight on your hind legs instead, so when you jump youre able to extend your front claws towards your target."

Nightpaw cocked her head as she listened, noticing that Daypaw seemed a lot more calm and relaxed out here, away from the medicine den. Not for the first time, Nightpaw felt a twinge of sadness that the enby had not been able to live the life of a warrior. It seemed like they regretted it. Following Daypaw's directions, she lowered her body, rocking back to put weight on her hind legs, so that her muscles in her haunches felt tense and ready to spring, "Like this," she asked? Nightpaw could help but have some mixed feelings about learning to fight. On one hand, she liked the idea of getting stronger so that she could defend her clanmates from dangerous animals. And if she ever had to fight a dog again... she wanted to be ready. But she'd never fought another cat before. No cat had ever done anything to hurt her before.

[:blue:]

Originally Posted by woly

@.:Blue Wishes:.

Daypaw huffed. they were tired. it seemed things were at peace for a moment but things went haywire a second later. could they get any peace? and with the declaration of war between Windclan and Thunderclan, they honestly wanted to stay out of it. shadowclan had enough to deal with. barely any prey, their terriotry was littered with puddles left over from the flood, the ground wet under their paws. they had barely any herbs to treat cats! and with it getting colder outside, it was only becoming more a struggle for them to find any. they didnt know what to do. normally they were too prideful to ask for help or advice,avoiding starclan at all costs. but goldenstar deserved to know their struggles--seeing as these were the lives of cats that they were suppose to be taking care of together. and that involved communication. halestar was gone, things were going to be different and daypaw wanted to make sure theyd be going into the right direction.

they padded inside,limping. the battle wasnt that long ago and they hadnt treated themselves. they werent bleeding, having cleaned their stained fur before entering. their wounds were exposed though, gashed on their sides open, large claw marks raking down their face across their muzzle. their nose dripped slightly with blood. they refused to treat themselves until everyother cat was treated. they felt tired, they were frail as it is. their ribs could still be seen through their fur, lungs heaving to catch their breath. but they were focused on that right now, they needed to speak with goldenstar.

"goldenstar,can i speak to you?"

Goldenstar had been pondering his own thoughts in his den. With all the hell that had been going on recently, it was hard to get a moment alone. Between his thoughts driving him crazy, and sleep deprivation making him sometimes see things that weren’t actually there. It was somewhat obvious he was trying to find some sort of break. Flood. Riverclan. Leader. Gathering. Dusk Syndicate. All those events just became a blur in his head. The long gashes on his side ached, but he had been hesitating with treatment. He knew that you could use cobwebs to stop bleeding, or infection, or something, either way, he used the few cobwebs he could find in his den, and used the gossamer strands on his side. The cuts didn’t look too good, but he would survive, that was what he thought anyways. After sitting for a few more moments in silence, he heard Daypaw, and whirled around. “Yes, yes, of course,” he said, nodding awkwardly. “What did you need?” He asked the medicine cat, as he hadn’t really been expecting them to come to his den.

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Originally Posted by woly

padding inside, daypaw was covered in blood. they had gashes littering their sides, face and stomach. blood dribbled from them, they limped as they walked. but they didnt care--that wasnt the focus right now. ignoring the sheer amount of pain they were in, the walked forward, given out a grunt,"i just arrived back,get her into a nest and clean her wounds. do not touch her eye." they said hastily, walking past Lostface and Ebonymist. walking over wuickly to their herb wall, amber hues darted around looking for something--something. anything. most things were water damaged or destroyed from the flood so long ago, one that still gave daypaw shivers to this day. what would geckoleaf do. what would krestleberry do. what would cricketpaw do? they wanted to sob--overwelmed with the amount of pain they were in. they didnt even know everything! they were almost done with all of their training but still-- still,they felt like they knew nothing right now. looking over they saw a sprout of yellow. dandelions. they werent mad,atleast for right now, that they had entered their den and used cobwebs, right now they were focusing on saving a life--and sight.

(Sorry for the late reply, for some reason the notification system didn't let me know that you had quoted me.)

Ebonymist shifted slightly, looking over at Daypaw with concern in her one good eye. "Daypaw?" She coughed, staying limp so that Lostface could treat her. The molly focused her orange eye on one of Daypaw's deeper gashes, her eyes shining with worry. Who would attack a medicine cat- and a young one at that? She shifted slightly, her stomach churning as the room seemed to spin around her. She closed her eye, her thoughts drifting to her father as she tried to keep herself calm. Her auburn fur came from her mother; so did her eyes. But her slightly stocky build, her slightly larger ears and paws, her shorter tail; it all came from her father. Her facial expressions, her mannerisms; all similar to Crowblood. She smiled slightly, thinking of the tom; they had reconnected after ShadowClan was forced to stay in RiverClan, the place where Ebonymist had spent her time as a kit. Vaguely familiar scents and sights came back to her right then, as she stayed curled up in the den, steadying her breathing and thinking of her father.