ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Mango]

Originally Posted by ScarredSecrets

She instantly stood up and laid her ears back. “No, don’t feel bad!” She peered at him with apologetic eyes.

Orangepaw gulped she is personality wise nice, I should have acted like she was not code nice but normal nice... he sighed,” Alright... I suppose.”

[SacredMadness]

Originally Posted by Okapi

Orangepaw gulped she is personality wise nice, I should have acted like she was not code nice but normal nice... he sighed,” Alright... I suppose.”

She felt slightly relieved and resumed her sitting position. “So, what do you wanna do now?” She asked confidentally.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by ScarredSecrets

She felt slightly relieved and resumed her sitting position. “So, what do you wanna do now?” She asked confidentally.

Orangepaw shrugged,” Keep talking or hunting?” He asked nervously scared the fact he didn’t suggest elder duties would drive her away. What does she think of me.

[SacredMadness]

Originally Posted by Okapi

Orangepaw shrugged,” Keep talking or hunting?” He asked nervously scared the fact he didn’t suggest elder duties would drive her away. What does she think of me.

Silkpaw smiled at the tom and shrugged. He’s kinda cute... she thought absentmindedly. “Up to you....” she said.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by ScarredSecrets

Silkpaw smiled at the tom and shrugged. He’s kinda cute... she thought absentmindedly. “Up to you....” she said.

Orangepaw shrugged,” No idea then.” Why am I flirting with her...gah

[SacredMadness]

Originally Posted by Okapi

Orangepaw shrugged,” No idea then.” Why am I flirting with her...gah

“Well, talking to you isn’t quite enjoyable...want to find a more comfortable spot,” she asked, treating it as if she was just asking him his favorite color. The shecat felt herself getting more attached and welcomed the feeling.

[Barnabas]

Meadowflower made her way out of the warriors den, her pelt messed up by moss from her nest. I look like I just got in a fight with a badger or a fox. Look at this pelt. There's moss all over and its spiked on all ends. The molly let out a chuckle at the thought of her fur. What am I thinking? I don't care how I look. Even though she didn't care she began to groom her fur anyway. Once Meadowflower finished she looked around the clearing for a cat to talk to.
@Mauve

[Mauve]

Originally Posted by Ennard

Meadowflower made her way out of the warriors den, her pelt messed up by moss from her nest. I look like I just got in a fight with a badger or a fox. Look at this pelt. There's moss all over and its spiked on all ends. The molly let out a chuckle at the thought of her fur. What am I thinking? I don't care how I look. Even though she didn't care she began to groom her fur anyway. Once Meadowflower finished she looked around the clearing for a cat to talk to.
@Mauve

[FONT="Microsoft Sans Serif"]Pushing his way through the thick brambles that lined the entrance to camp, Shadetail grunted around the mouthful of sparrow feathers held tightly between his jaws. He wasn't new to the prickling sensation he got each time he entered and exited the camp, but that didn't mean he liked it any more so. "Stupid brambles," he muttered, padding forward on slow, calculated steps to make his deposit onto the fresh-kill pile. To him it had been dwindling down since they had returned to camp, and despite misconceptions of where his loyalties lay, he was still a warrior of ShadowClan.

It wasn't often that the opinions of his Clanmates fell heavy upon him, but when they did his whole demeanor changed drastically. No, Shadetail was definitely not the more gleeful cat in the forest, but he wasn't downright cold either. He considered himself a hardworking member of ShadowClan, one who awoke early to be apart of every dawn patrol that he could. Even during the flood, which had left them stranded in RiverClan for quite some time, he had spent a majority of his waking hours tending to those who needed his help. As a stronger warrior, he took it upon himself to be a backbone within ShadowClan, a cat whom his fellow warriors could rely on.

Blinking back to reality, Shadetail had now moved away from the center of camp and took up a post off to the side, out of the way of the main activity. He focused his eyes on the dirt below him, trailing through the soft substance aimlessly with one sheathed paw. His tail flicked back and forth at his side, sending up fluffs of dust every time it landed. Whiskers twitching, Shadetail tilted his head as he studied the line he had drawn. It was nothing special, and the tom heaved a sigh, swiping it away with a flick of his now dusty gray paw.
The warrior looked up then, and ahead of him saw two apprentices rolling around in the dirt while a trail of kits cheered loudly from the sidelines. Off to the side of the tussling young cats, a group of warriors were approaching the fresh-kill pile, nosing through and causing Shadetail's carefully placed sparrow to roll down to the bottom of the stack. "Hmph," he grunted, narrowing his yellow hues just a bit at the sight. He knew they couldn't possibly have known the sparrow was the one he had almost lost a claw for in catching, but a tiny thorn pierced his heart. It seemed as though no matter what he did, his Syndicate heritage would always follow him like a shadow. Shadetail knew it was a silly thought, especially from an action that miniscule, but it didn't stop him from glaring daggers at the warriors backs as they left with their selctions; a tiny mouse and a plump shrew.

The young warrior shook his head in disgust and rose to his paws, dismantling the dust that clung to his fur. Giving a sweeping glance around the clearing, his yellow gaze landed on a warrior he knew of only by name, but a cat that intrigued him. He hadn't much made any close friends since joining ShadowClan just a few nights, but if he was ever going to place a paw in the right direction of proving himself as a true member of ShadowClan, building roots was a good place to start. "Meadowflower, is it?" he asked as he neared the she-cat. His tone was clear and precise, annunciating each syllable in a pristine sound. The edge of his maw turned up in the attempt at a smile, and he dipped his head in a sign of friendliness towards the fellow ShadowClan warrior.[/CENTER]

[Barnabas]

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Originally Posted by Mauve

Pushing his way through the thick brambles that lined the entrance to camp, Shadetail grunted around the mouthful of sparrow feathers held tightly between his jaws. He wasn't new to the prickling sensation he got each time he entered and exited the camp, but that didn't mean he liked it any more so. "Stupid brambles," he muttered, padding forward on slow, calculated steps to make his deposit onto the fresh-kill pile. To him it had been dwindling down since they had returned to camp, and despite misconceptions of where his loyalties lay, he was still a warrior of ShadowClan.

It wasn't often that the opinions of his Clanmates fell heavy upon him, but when they did his whole demeanor changed drastically. No, Shadetail was definitely not the more gleeful cat in the forest, but he wasn't downright cold either. He considered himself a hardworking member of ShadowClan, one who awoke early to be apart of every dawn patrol that he could. Even during the flood, which had left them stranded in RiverClan for quite some time, he had spent a majority of his waking hours tending to those who needed his help. As a stronger warrior, he took it upon himself to be a backbone within ShadowClan, a cat whom his fellow warriors could rely on.

Blinking back to reality, Shadetail had now moved away from the center of camp and took up a post off to the side, out of the way of the main activity. He focused his eyes on the dirt below him, trailing through the soft substance aimlessly with one sheathed paw. His tail flicked back and forth at his side, sending up fluffs of dust every time it landed. Whiskers twitching, Shadetail tilted his head as he studied the line he had drawn. It was nothing special, and the tom heaved a sigh, swiping it away with a flick of his now dusty gray paw.
The warrior looked up then, and ahead of him saw two apprentices rolling around in the dirt while a trail of kits cheered loudly from the sidelines. Off to the side of the tussling young cats, a group of warriors were approaching the fresh-kill pile, nosing through and causing Shadetail's carefully placed sparrow to roll down to the bottom of the stack. "Hmph," he grunted, narrowing his yellow hues just a bit at the sight. He knew they couldn't possibly have known the sparrow was the one he had almost lost a claw for in catching, but a tiny thorn pierced his heart. It seemed as though no matter what he did, his Syndicate heritage would always follow him like a shadow. Shadetail knew it was a silly thought, especially from an action that miniscule, but it didn't stop him from glaring daggers at the warriors backs as they left with their selctions; a tiny mouse and a plump shrew.

The young warrior shook his head in disgust and rose to his paws, dismantling the dust that clung to his fur. Giving a sweeping glance around the clearing, his yellow gaze landed on a warrior he knew of only by name, but a cat that intrigued him. He hadn't much made any close friends since joining ShadowClan just a few nights, but if he was ever going to place a paw in the right direction of proving himself as a true member of ShadowClan, building roots was a good place to start. "Meadowflower, is it?" he asked as he neared the she-cat. His tone was clear and precise, annunciating each syllable in a pristine sound. The edge of his maw turned up in the attempt at a smile, and he dipped his head in a sign of friendliness towards the fellow ShadowClan warrior.[/CENTER]

(Sorry that my posts aren't as long as yours.)
Meadowflower had been looking around when Shadetail came by. She dipped her head as he said her name. "Yep, since I was born." teased meadowflower with a slight chuckle. The molly knew who this other warrior and didn't care that he wasn't from Shadowclan. That just made him special and that wasn't such a bad thing in Meadowflower's perspective. "So you must be Shadetail. How has it been since you've joined the ranks of Shadowclan? Have you been liking it so far?" asked the molly. Meadowflower realized how much she was talking, stopping to wait for Shadetail to say something back. Sometimes I don't understand myself. I talk and talk and talk. I'm starting to get tired of hearing my own voice. Meadowflower shook her thought's away, replacing her blank face with a small smile to show how polite she was. There was some times when she wasn't very polite, but even though that can be true most times she was a sweet cat that didn't care if any clan-mates were from other affiliations. She knows that all cats are the same even if they don't seem that way.

[Undercover]

Originally Posted by Doodle

@Undercover
(Sorry it's a tad short, it'll get longer as we get deeper into the rp xD)

Sunmist padded back into camp, a smaller squirrel clamped between his jaws. The weather was certainly colder, but it was more pleasant for the tom than Greenleaf due to his thick coat. The large feline dropped his catch on the fresh kill pile, satisfied with his catch. He could have caught more if he stayed out longer- he was sure of it- but he had been out since the crack of dawn. The tom had been a bit restless as of late, having troubles sleeping. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he was coming to terms with the fact that Crys and him just weren't meant to be.

A slight breeze blew through the clearing, bringing with it the scents of Leaf-fall. Sunmist shook out his coat to provide extra warmth, bringing his mind back to the present. No, him and Crys weren't meant to be, but they were still friends at least. Besides, he wasn't desperate for love. Actually, he was starting to think that love just wasn't meant for the tom at all. Every molly he grew close with ended up passing him over for some other cat. But he was perfectly fine; he still had the kits in the nursery to play with, and his adoptive son, so he was content. With a slight yawn, he moved into a patch of sunlight along the edge of the clearing and seated himself down, giving himself time to rest. Perhaps he would even get a slight nap and some much needed sleep- only Starclan knew how hard it was for the tom to relax enough to sleep.

((No problem; my posts may be shorter than this becuase I'm busy with semester finals and Thanksgiving))

Asterstep parted her jaws in a wide yawn, her eyes half-open as she woke from her nap beneath the red berry bush. Unsheathing her claws, the she-cat dig them into the peaty earth and arched her back in a luxurious stretch. With a sigh, the blinked open her eyes, revealing piercing icy blue orbs. Resheathing her deadly weapons, the female curled up her tail an dit's looked around, feeling content after her rest. Asterstep peered around, blinking in the afternoon sunlight. As her gaze wandered nonchalantly around the camp, the female's eyes fell on the large form of Sunmist. To her, the young tom was the perfect picture of a warrior. He was strong and intimidating in size. Yet, despite his huge appearance, the tom could be loyal and honest warrior. She had noticed in time how different many cats could seem, and yet be completely different on the inside.

Deciding to say hello to the tom cat in the sunlight, Asterstep smoothed down her tri-colored fur and padded over. As she made her way towards the relaxing warrior, the she-cat let her gaze wander so that she wasn't staring at him like a stunned vole. The clan was relaxing around them, and Asterstep was pleased to see her clan so relaxed. Despite the flood a few times ago, the female was proud of the way her clan had rebuilt itself. However, despite the renewed tidiness of the clearing, Asterstep was still not very fond of water at all. As she reached Sunmist, the she-cat shook herself from her thoughts. "Hello Sunmist." She greeted with a friendly flick of her ear. "Mind if I sit here?" She asked, tapping with her long brown, black, and white tail to a soft layer of dirt beside him.