ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Branch of Life]

Littleflight got up and stretched in her nest. She was tired, very tired. The tortoiseshell got up later than she had anticipated. “Ugh. I should have gotten up earlier, I promised Frosttounge I’d be up early to get extra walking in.” Her depression had gotten the better of her lately and she rarely got out of her nest to talk to anyone. She dragged herself out of her nest and looked to the prey pile with disgust. “Prey would be good if I had hunted. Should I go hunt?” Littleflight sat down and contemplated this for a while. She sighed and looked around at her surroundings. Oh, ShadowClan what would I do without you?

[Freesia]

Littleflight got up and stretched in her nest. She was tired, very tired. The tortoiseshell got up later than she had anticipated. “Ugh. I should have gotten up earlier, I promised Frosttounge I’d be up early to get extra walking in.” Her depression had gotten the better of her lately and she rarely got out of her nest to talk to anyone. She dragged herself out of her nest and looked to the prey pile with disgust. “Prey would be good if I had hunted. Should I go hunt?” Littleflight sat down and contemplated this for a while. She sighed and looked around at her surroundings. Oh, ShadowClan what would I do without you?

Hickoryfang was searching through the fresh-kill pile for something good to eat when a voice caught his attention. "Ugh, there's nothing good here, right? I was thinking about going hunting, if you wanna come with," he said. The tom padded around the pile of prey to join Littleflight on the opposite side.

[Vexing]

Redfeather watched the sky for any sign of his parents or his mentor, he did this every day and he would continue to do it for his whole life just so he could catch a glimpse of the cats he had let down, that he couldn't protect. A lone tear fell from his left eye and he blinked it away, turning to look down at the ground and scowling as he remembered the growl that fox gave before it tore out his mentor's stomach. His eyes went wide and began to look around the ground frantically as the memories flooded back into his mind and he was overcome by fear and anger. He stomped his paw onto the ground and his gaze focused on his paws though in a flash they were covered in blood just as quickly as the image came, it disappeared and he looked around, remembering where he was and that this is the present and he was fine. He shook his head, maybe hunting a bit would make him feel better? He hoped nobody had seen what had just happened.

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[Ravenswoop]

Littleflight got up and stretched in her nest. She was tired, very tired. The tortoiseshell got up later than she had anticipated. “Ugh. I should have gotten up earlier, I promised Frosttounge I’d be up early to get extra walking in.” Her depression had gotten the better of her lately and she rarely got out of her nest to talk to anyone. She dragged herself out of her nest and looked to the prey pile with disgust. “Prey would be good if I had hunted. Should I go hunt?” Littleflight sat down and contemplated this for a while. She sighed and looked around at her surroundings. Oh, ShadowClan what would I do without you?


Can I join ShadowClan?

[Mango]

Butternutsun stood in the clearing her bright slightly messy russet fur was sparkling in the sun and her green eyes bright in the sun. The tip of her fluffy tail twitching in the sunlight. I can’t believe that Windystar and Forestshade both resigned. She knew that Agaveheart was in charge of the clan for now. She felt that Agaveheart was far to old and inexperienced to properly lead the clan until Starclan sent a sign to reveal who the new leader would be. She had no interest in becoming clan leader or deputy, she just wanted the clan to be lead by someone a bit more experienced than Agaveheart. She would keep her beliefs to herself, but never the less she held them close to herself. She wondered if Agaveheart might be loosing her memory or possibly fall over dead at any day, leaving no one as the acting leader. She knew that they would be forced to ask Riverclan to send over Fallenstar or Grousestar, but personally she preferred a member of her own clan leading, rather than a back up of a Riverclanner. She shuttered slightly at the idea of Fallenstar or Grousestar stepping in as leader and forcing Shadowclan to merge with Riverclan.

[Cave]

Agaveheart awoke and started her stretching routines, yawning and giving her chest a few licks. Unaware of the shift in leadership she resumed her new life of sorting herbs and taking care of the sick and injured.

Shadowlight

[Shadowlight]

Agaveheart awoke and started her stretching routines, yawning and giving her chest a few licks. Unaware of the shift in leadership she resumed her new life of sorting herbs and taking care of the sick and injured.

Shadowlight
Sunpaw woke up and felt feverish. He went to Agavehearts den. Hey Agave he said. I feel sick, he said.

[Madelaine]

Redfeather watched the sky for any sign of his parents or his mentor, he did this every day and he would continue to do it for his whole life just so he could catch a glimpse of the cats he had let down, that he couldn't protect. A lone tear fell from his left eye and he blinked it away, turning to look down at the ground and scowling as he remembered the growl that fox gave before it tore out his mentor's stomach. His eyes went wide and began to look around the ground frantically as the memories flooded back into his mind and he was overcome by fear and anger. He stomped his paw onto the ground and his gaze focused on his paws though in a flash they were covered in blood just as quickly as the image came, it disappeared and he looked around, remembering where he was and that this is the present and he was fine. He shook his head, maybe hunting a bit would make him feel better? He hoped nobody had seen what had just happened.

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Citrusflower padded out of the warriors den, her tail drooping and her ears down as she walked. the molly sat down next to Redfetaher without knowing. Her blind eyes looked at him. Her eyes were completely gone all that was left was two scars covering them. Citrusflower sensed something off about Redfeather. "Are you alright? I can sense that somethings troubling you.", she meowed. The molly wasn't expecting too much of an answer, since hardly anybody ever talked to her after her accident.

[Vexing]

Citrusflower padded out of the warriors den, her tail drooping and her ears down as she walked. the molly sat down next to Redfetaher without knowing. Her blind eyes looked at him. Her eyes were completely gone all that was left was two scars covering them. Citrusflower sensed something off about Redfeather. "Are you alright? I can sense that somethings troubling you.", she meowed. The molly wasn't expecting too much of an answer, since hardly anybody ever talked to her after her accident.
Redfeather's head jerked to the side at the question and he saw the molly's scars covering her eyes so he guessed it was safe to assume that she couldn't see him. He sighed "Yeah, yeah I'm fine I was just...thinking." He hesitated, realizing that he sounded too emotional and he quickly changed his voice to sound more upbeat and strong as he said "So, what's your name? I'm Redfeather! Sorry if you've...heard me before and I just don't remember you but I'm not that good with names."

[Madelaine]

Redfeather's head jerked to the side at the question and he saw the molly's scars covering her eyes so he guessed it was safe to assume that she couldn't see him. He sighed "Yeah, yeah I'm fine I was just...thinking." He hesitated, realizing that he sounded too emotional and he quickly changed his voice to sound more upbeat and strong as he said "So, what's your name? I'm Redfeather! Sorry if you've...heard me before and I just don't remember you but I'm not that good with names."

Citrusflower glared at him with her blind eyes. "I don't know many cats to be honest. My name's Citrusflower.", she replied. The molly gave her tail a flicker, hearing the emotion in his voice, but she didn't feel like asking again. The last thing she needed was to push him over his limit.

[Vexing]

Citrusflower glared at him with her blind eyes. "I don't know many cats to be honest. My name's Citrusflower.", she replied. The molly gave her tail a flicker, hearing the emotion in his voice, but she didn't feel like asking again. The last thing she needed was to push him over his limit.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Citrusflower!" Redfeather reprimanded himself at the sight of her blind glare. He didn't know what he had done to this cat to make her so...mad at him "How are you doing today?"

[Madelaine]

"Well, it's nice to meet you Citrusflower!" Redfeather reprimanded himself at the sight of her blind glare. He didn't know what he had done to this cat to make her so...mad at him "How are you doing today?"

Citrusflower let out a friendly smile. "I've been good. I haven't done anything today. I was going to go do some hunting later.", she meowed. The molly knew that she wasn't good at hunting, but it was more of a chance to get away from the camp for a couple of hours, but today she actually wanted.

[Vexing]

Citrusflower let out a friendly smile. "I've been good. I haven't done anything today. I was going to go do some hunting later.", she meowed. The molly knew that she wasn't good at hunting, but it was more of a chance to get away from the camp for a couple of hours, but today she actually wanted.
Redfeather let out a small sigh as he realized he hadn't gone hunting yet today which was odd for him since he went hunting in the morning usually "Yeah, I'll probably go out a bit later as well, gotta give something to the pile otherwise my parents will kill me." He chuckled slightly as he remembered that his parents were watching him from in Starclan and honestly, they probably already hated him enough for not being able to save them so not contributing to the fresh-kill pile would be a truly bad idea.

[Madelaine]

Redfeather let out a small sigh as he realized he hadn't gone hunting yet today which was odd for him since he went hunting in the morning usually "Yeah, I'll probably go out a bit later as well, gotta give something to the pile otherwise my parents will kill me." He chuckled slightly as he remembered that his parents were watching him from in Starclan and honestly, they probably already hated him enough for not being able to save them so not contributing to the fresh-kill pile would be a truly bad idea.

Citrusflower chuckled with him, "My brother would be upset with me, but at the same time he would be upset that I went out by myself like this.", she meowed, talking about her eyes. Her brother was on patrol right now and she was still stuck inside the camp.

[Vexing]

Citrusflower chuckled with him, "My brother would be upset with me, but at the same time he would be upset that I went out by myself like this.", she meowed, talking about her eyes. Her brother was on patrol right now and she was still stuck inside the camp.
He smiled and looked at Citrusflower again, a hint of sympathy in his eyes as he responded: "Well, what if we went hunting together?" He made sure not to show a hint of sympathy in his voice because he knew how disabled cats were, they hated being treated like they were different and he assumed this one was the same. Then again, maybe somewhere deep in the back of his mind, he just wanted the company.

[Madelaine]

He smiled and looked at Citrusflower again, a hint of sympathy in his eyes as he responded: "Well, what if we went hunting together?" He made sure not to show a hint of sympathy in his voice because he knew how disabled cats were, they hated being treated like they were different and he assumed this one was the same. Then again, maybe somewhere deep in the back of his mind, he just wanted the company.

Citrusflower nodded, "I would like that and my brother would to. He's been protective of me since our parents left the clan and the accident I had with a badger.", she meowed. The she-cat began to remember when she had went looking for her parents after they went to join a group of rogues. She was had nearly just became a warrior when she had her eyes taken out by a badger.

[Vexing]

Citrusflower nodded, "I would like that and my brother would to. He's been protective of me since our parents left the clan and the accident I had with a badger.", she meowed. The she-cat began to remember when she had went looking for her parents after they went to join a group of rogues. She was had nearly just became a warrior when she had her eyes taken out by a badger.
Great, now he really sympathized with the cat even more than before "I wish I knew how it felt to have someone be protective of me but I lost everyone a long time ago." He gave her a sympathetic look "So, I imagine the badger took your eyes right?"

[Madelaine]

Great, now he really sympathized with the cat even more than before "I wish I knew how it felt to have someone be protective of me but I lost everyone a long time ago." He gave her a sympathetic look "So, I imagine the badger took your eyes right?"

Citrusflower looked at him with a nod. "I was a stupid apprentice then now I know better then to leave camp by myself.", she meowed. The molly was just as protective having a kit that was an apprentice who's father didn't want anything to do with their daughter, but she didn't want to talk about it.

[Vexing]

Citrusflower looked at him with a nod. "I was a stupid apprentice then now I know better then to leave camp by myself.", she meowed. The molly was just as protective having a kit that was an apprentice who's father didn't want anything to do with their daughter, but she didn't want to talk about it.
Redfeather slowly stood and stretched a bit "Well, we'd better get going then." As he began to make his way towards the camp exit, he remembered that the molly couldn't see so what if she can't find her way out of the camp? He went back up to her "Actually do you need me to like hold my tail on your shoulder so you know where we're going or can you make it out on your own?" He asked, yet again with the least bit of sympathy.

[Madelaine]

Redfeather slowly stood and stretched a bit "Well, we'd better get going then." As he began to make his way towards the camp exit, he remembered that the molly couldn't see so what if she can't find her way out of the camp? He went back up to her "Actually do you need me to like hold my tail on your shoulder so you know where we're going or can you make it out on your own?" He asked, yet again with the least bit of sympathy.

Citrusflower sensed him leave and looked at him, forgetting to tell him that she had a hard time out walking by herself. She stayed where she was and was going to stay there until Redfeather came back. "I'll need your help to be honest.", she admitted as her fur grew hot with embarrassment. Citrusflower stooped and could hear her daughter talking to another apprentice. The molly stumbled a bit to the entrance wanting her kit to see she could make it, but fell to the ground.

[Vexing]

Citrusflower sensed him leave and looked at him, forgetting to tell him that she had a hard time out walking by herself. She stayed where she was and was going to stay there until Redfeather came back. "I'll need your help to be honest.", she admitted as her fur grew hot with embarrassment. Citrusflower stooped and could hear her daughter talking to another apprentice. The molly stumbled a bit to the entrance wanting her kit to see she could make it, but fell to the ground.
Redfeather watched her until she fell down, then he realized just how bad this was. He ran over to Citrusflower and gently nudged her back onto her feet while resting his tail on her shoulder as he said: "Hey don't worry about it, I'm happy to help." This time, however, he forgot to keep his voice in check and let a hint of sympathy slip out.

[Madelaine]

Redfeather watched her until she fell down, then he realized just how bad this was. He ran over to Citrusflower and gently nudged her back onto her feet while resting his tail on her shoulder as he said: "Hey don't worry about it, I'm happy to help." This time, however, he forgot to keep his voice in check and let a hint of sympathy slip out.

Citrusflower felt a tail on her shoulder, flinching a bit until she caught his scent. "Thank you.", she whispered. the molly could feel her daughter Flowerpaw's eyes burn into her skin. "Let's get going.", she meowed, her voice cracking. Citrusflower's blind face looked towards her kit.

[Vexing]

Citrusflower felt a tail on her shoulder, flinching a bit until she caught his scent. "Thank you.", she whispered. the molly could feel her daughter Flowerpaw's eyes burn into her skin. "Let's get going.", she meowed, her voice cracking. Citrusflower's blind face looked towards her kit.
Redfeather followed her gaze silently and spotted the kit glaring at Citrusflower. Perhaps it was hers? He decided not to ask and instead, he said "Alright." He slowly helped Citrusflower back onto her feet then began walking towards the exit again, this time keeping his tail on her shoulder and even though he knew she couldn't see it, he smiled back at her as he continued onward.

[Cave]

The brown tabby sighed as she swept towards the apprentice. Giving the young tom a sniff she determined he should have some borage and a healthy nap. Turning back to her den to grab the herb she mewed at him "Once you finish these go take a nap over there," her tail pointed towards a nest of moss and neatly arranged feathers. On a whim, she tossed a few poppy seeds in the mix to help him sleep since he seemed to be in the early stages of sickness and not quite tired enough to sleep.

Agaveheart delivered the herbs to him dropping them at his paws, does your mentor know you won't be training today?" she asked flatly.
Shadowlight

[Sum]

The flame point tom was exactly as the she-cat had remembered. Blue, or rather Jaywing, was just as charming and fake as she had remembered. Violetshade didn't look down on that, how could she when she was exactly the same, in fact she was intrigued to find another cat just like her. So intrigued she wanted to make his facade crack.

Violetshade stopped her circling to affectionately press her face against his, "Wow Jaywing that's so amazing! I'm so glad to have you as my new clanmate!" She said in her shrill voice emphasizing on the tom's new name in hopes that it would annoy him. She sat down next to him at his invitation and began curling her dark, fluffy tail over her paws, "It's been quite average for our clan nothing too exciting." The she-cat said answering honestly since his tone seemed to be genuine, "But let's talk about you that's much more interesting! How do you like Shadowclan so far?" The pretty she-cat asked her icy blue eyes wide with interest.

At her touch, a purr erupted from the tom's throat. Her fur was soft, much softer than grass or moss. It pleased him. However, the way she said his name didn't. His ears twitched, but other than that, he wouldn't allow it satisfy her.. needling? She was good at this, but Blue was a pro himself. At her words, Blue nodded. "Sometimes it's good not to have too much excitement."

A smirk graced his lips once again as he chuckled quietly at her compliment. "Oh, it's not too bad. Still as sticky as when I first got here. But it's nice to have company, especially one as enjoyable as yours!" he added with a grin. He held her gaze, his cornflower-blue eyes squinting as he studied her. He wondered what she was really like behind the vise she put up.. Certainly more intelligent than she let on. He would get her to crack, somehow.

"Do you have many friends, Violetshade? Someone as nice as you has to be quite popular."

[silvertail000]

Grandstorm stood up slowly. He was tired and lonely. He looked around for someone he could talk to. "Does anyone want to talk to me?" he asked softly.
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[Madelaine]

Grandstorm stood up slowly. He was tired and lonely. He looked around for someone he could talk to. "Does anyone want to talk to me?" he asked softly.
[OPEN]

Whisperbranch had been awake for an hour and hadn't been able to sleep, but didn't feel like leaving the den. The tom was missing half his muzzle from a long time ago. He looked over at Grandstorm after hearing him. "I have time to talk.", he meowed, standing up.

[silvertail000]

Whisperbranch had been awake for an hour and hadn't been able to sleep, but didn't feel like leaving the den. The tom was missing half his muzzle from a long time ago. He looked over at Grandstorm after hearing him. "I have time to talk.", he meowed, standing up.
"Sure," he said. "How is your day going?" He looked at the tom curiously. He had grown used to his clanmate's muzzle, and didn't give a second thought about it.

[Cave]

Agaveheart swore she could feel her paws shaking as she climbed up the tree to Shadowclan's highbranch. Not only were her old bones complaining she had never tried to be the face of authority before. Sure chasing away a few nasty strays wasn't hard for her in her youth but she had never had to worry about food, or keeping danger at bay. Nothing in her life could have prepared her for taking care of a clan. Taking one last shaky breath she called upon her memory to find the words, "May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highbranch for a Clan meeting!" She looked upon the camp full of camps and nearly jumped down, deciding the spotlight really wasn't for her. Her paws remained on the branch, claws sinking into the back as she summoned another boost of courage, though she thought she could still hear her voice shaking as she announced: "I am sure many of yall know, Windystar is dead, and Forestshade has resigned. I'm not that good at these things, I am, after all, just a medicine cat." She paused scanning the camp wondering if she would really have to ask for help. "I would like some help making hunting and border patrols. We can't let the other clans think something is wrong, they didn't seem too happy with us at the last gathering. I don't think we are in a good position to fight at the moment. Speaking of not letting the other clans think we are weak, don't tell anyone outside of Shadowclan that we have no real leadership. Riverclan especially might see it as an opportunity." She finished her speech with a sigh.

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[pidgeon]

Cave
Owlfeather stretched and made her way out of the warrior's den to listen. She knew whatever the meeting was about, it was bound to be important, given the clan's current circumstances. She felt sympathy for their poor medicine cat, being forced to take over so much responsibility. It seemed so unfair.
She looked around the clearing, at all of the gathered cats, and wondered which one would be the next to stand on that branch and when. She didn't know the specifics of their deputy's resignation, but the old she-cat felt a twinge of irritation that they couldn't have been bothered to appoint somebody new before resigning. She wondered what Windystar would think of this, looking down upon them from StarClan. What would become of ShadowClan now? Who would lead them?
She nodded along as she listened to Agaveheart, her tail sweeping slowly across the pine needles. The medicine cat would surely need all the help she could get. Owlfeather may have only been a few leaf-bares away from joining the elder's den, but she'd never let that stop her.
"Just say the word, and I'll do whatever is needed of me," she chimed in, flicking the tip of her tail.

[Mango]

Cave

The young molly known as Butternutsun nodded solemnly at Agaveheart,” If you would like, I could stand in as deputy, until we have a new leader that is. If the clan would approve. I’d be happy to assign clanmates to patrol that is, if everyone is alright with that. I wouldn’t want to be your leader, but I’m volunteering to assign patrols.” She meowed hoping that everyone understood her as she really didn’t want to be leader or deputy, but she wanted to help her clan in a tough time like this.

[Madelaine]

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Citrusflower padded out of the nursery alongside her older daughter Flowerpaw who was helping her through the clearing. There was no way she was going to miss the meeting. She didn't have any eyes anymore due to a badger attack when she was an apprentice. She looked at her out with a smile that she was helping her out instead of coming out of her own den with her friends. Citrusflower blindly looked up at the medicine cat.

[Starfall]

The apprentices ears quivered as he heard the medicine cat's voice ring out through the clearing. As if anything couldn't get any worse, now she was up there. A scowl bloomed on the tom's maw as he picked himself up and strode over to the brown tabby.

To say he detested her would be putting it softly. She took the place of his uncle, and she was a Rouge! Or a Loner! Whatever she was, she didn't belong here. She shouldn't have gotten the Medicine Cat position, Windystar shouldn't have rolled over and said yes. And yet here she was, making an announcement where the dead leader stood, and where the foolhearty deputy should have.

As the older feline asked for help regarding patrols and what not, annoyance bubbled in the russet colored tom as eager voices chipped in. How stupid were they all? "Maybe leave most of the patrol organizing and..oh...I don't know warrior work to the actual warriors?" He snapped in between all the commotion. "I would say we should wait on a sign from Starclan, so they can tell us who our deputy and leader should be," he began, giving Butternutsun an annoyed side glance, before scraping his gaze back up to Agaveheart "But I don't think Starclan has even talked to our Medicine Cat." he snarled "Why would they? Afterall. She's not clanborn, she's not related to anyone in any of the clans in fact. Does she even believe in Starclan?" He demanded. The tabby picked himself up and took a few steps towards the Highbranch, anger and detestment flickering in his eyes.

Cave Okapi

[Mango]

The apprentices ears quivered as he heard the medicine cat's voice ring out through the clearing. As if anything couldn't get any worse, now she was up there. A scowl bloomed on the tom's maw as he picked himself up and strode over to the brown tabby.

To say he detested her would be putting it softly. She took the place of his uncle, and she was a Rouge! Or a Loner! Whatever she was, she didn't belong here. She shouldn't have gotten the Medicine Cat position, Windystar shouldn't have rolled over and said yes. And yet here she was, making an announcement where the dead leader stood, and where the foolhearty deputy should have.

As the older feline asked for help regarding patrols and what not, annoyance bubbled in the russet colored tom as eager voices chipped in. How stupid were they all? "Maybe leave most of the patrol organizing and..oh...I don't know warrior work to the actual warriors?" He snapped in between all the commotion. "I would say we should wait on a sign from Starclan, so they can tell us who our deputy and leader should be," he began, giving Butternutsun an annoyed side glance, before scraping his gaze back up to Agaveheart "But I don't think Starclan has even talked to our Medicine Cat." he snarled "Why would they? Afterall. She's not clanborn, she's not related to anyone in any of the clans in fact. Does she even believe in Starclan?" He demanded. The tabby picked himself up and took a few steps towards the Highbranch, anger and detestment flickering in his eyes.

Cave Okapi

She narrowed her eyes at the young apprentice,” Last I checked, you are just a messily apprentice, why don’t you scurry back to the nursery and let the warriors handle this.” She meowed being a bit harsh, but only trying to make a point, “ Besides. Someone had to make sure the elders understood what happened. She is now our acting leader according to rank order. She outranks us all last I checked, or are you the new Starclan ruler coming to change all of our beliefs?” She meowed,” She may not be clanborn, but she’s more Shadowclan than you’ll ever be, mister.” She growled softly.

[wren]

Cave Starfall Okapi

Troutsplash stumbling in late skidded yo a vault on the outskirts of the group gathered beneath the highbranch, his brown eyes gleaming with interest. However he failed to get there in time for the speech, instead he was caught in the midst of an argument between an apprentice, warrior and agaveheart.

His interest peeked and he quickly interjected ‘ ‘ hey now- ‘ ‘ he mused flashing a quick glance up at agaveheart who had done nothing to defend herself quite yet. He slid between the two- they looked as if they were only moments away from clawing each other’s ears off! ’ ‘ we needn’t fight eh, she looks stressed enough without this bickering ‘ ‘ he threw another judgemental glance back at the medicine cat. If she planned to run the clan while every other leader worthy cat was dead.. everybody was going to eat her alive if she couldn’t even defend herself from an apprentice. ‘ ‘ it’s not like somebody died and made her leader. Yet. We’ve got time to work somebody more fit into leadership. Just keep yer chin up champ ‘ ‘ he addressed the apprentice with a toothy grin before looking back at the warrior. Still smiling ‘ ‘ i’d expect better from you. Picking fights with an apprentice? ‘ ‘ he asked with a raised eyebrow a chuckle rolling from his lips.

[Starfall]

The tom looked at Butternutsun for a good few moments before he burst out laughing. "You call yourself a warrior yet you don't know that when the leader and deputy die, the Senior warriors take those positions? Not the medicine cat? Great Starclan, you absolute idiot." he cackled out. He took a few moments to catch his breath, and gave the molly a sneer "I'm an apprentice, and yet I seem to know more than you. Just because she's the Medicine cat doesn't make her the leader. One of the senior warriors takes that position you bird for brains. And how can she be more clanborn than me? Hm? Someone who's literally clanborn? Hm? Perfect Shadowclan bloodline? Just how stupid are you?" he sneered, his tail lashing behind him. "You're just saying that so you can suck up to Agaveheart and become leader, geeze just how pathetic are you? You're just as bad as Forestshade."

At the echoing of another voice Cardinalpaw swiveled his head, eyes half idled and ears perked. He seemed a little more worth talking too, a little less idiotic. "Yes, we do have time don't we, but even I know that she's not fit to be leader now." the tabby emphasized. He didn't understand why they weren't asking more questions, why they were just letting it happen! It annoyed the tom. It made him angry to no extent. Here he was, telling them that they shouldn't listen to an outsider, which was, to him, common knowledge. But yet here they were. He shot an annoyed glance at Agaveheart once more, brows furrowed together.

Cave Okapi Juniper

[Mango]

Cave Starfall Okapi

Troutsplash stumbling in late skidded yo a vault on the outskirts of the group gathered beneath the highbranch, his brown eyes gleaming with interest. However he failed to get there in time for the speech, instead he was caught in the midst of an argument between an apprentice, warrior and agaveheart.

His interest peeked and he quickly interjected ‘ ‘ hey now- ‘ ‘ he mused flashing a quick glance up at agaveheart who had done nothing to defend herself quite yet. He slid between the two- they looked as if they were only moments away from clawing each other’s ears off! ’ ‘ we needn’t fight eh, she looks stressed enough without this bickering ‘ ‘ he threw another judgemental glance back at the medicine cat. If she planned to run the clan while every other leader worthy cat was dead.. everybody was going to eat her alive if she couldn’t even defend herself from an apprentice. ‘ ‘ it’s not like somebody died and made her leader. Yet. We’ve got time to work somebody more fit into leadership. Just keep yer chin up champ ‘ ‘ he addressed the apprentice with a toothy grin before looking back at the warrior. Still smiling ‘ ‘ i’d expect better from you. Picking fights with an apprentice? ‘ ‘ he asked with a raised eyebrow a chuckle rolling from his lips.

The tom looked at Butternutsun for a good few moments before he burst out laughing. "You call yourself a warrior yet you don't know that when the leader and deputy die, the Senior warriors take those positions? Not the medicine cat? Great Starclan, you absolute idiot." he cackled out. He took a few moments to catch his breath, and gave the molly a sneer "I'm an apprentice, and yet I seem to know more than you. Just because she's the Medicine cat doesn't make her the leader. One of the senior warriors takes that position you bird for brains. And how can she be more clanborn than me? Hm? Someone who's literally clanborn? Hm? Perfect Shadowclan bloodline? Just how stupid are you?" he sneered, his tail lashing behind him. "You're just saying that so you can suck up to Agaveheart and become leader, geeze just how pathetic are you? You're just as bad as Forestshade."

At the echoing of another voice Cardinalpaw swiveled his head, eyes half idled and ears perked. He seemed a little more worth talking too, a little less idiotic. "Yes, we do have time don't we, but even I know that she's not fit to be leader now." the tabby emphasized. He didn't understand why they weren't asking more questions, why they were just letting it happen! It annoyed the tom. It made him angry to no extent. Here he was, telling them that they shouldn't listen to an outsider, which was, to him, common knowledge. But yet here they were. He shot an annoyed glance at Agaveheart once more, brows furrowed together.

Cave Okapi Juniper

She flicked her tail to the warrior,” I know it is rather harsh, but sometimes that works with apprentices who are being rather rude or argumentative.” She meowed hoping that Troutsplash understood her logic.

She narrowed her eyes at Cardinalpaw,” Of course she won’t become our leader, but she is the one who makes the announcement because she outranks us. She asked for warriors to help her by running patrols. Besides loyalty is far more valuable than heritage. Have you never heard of respecting your elders?” She asked getting rather irritated by the apprentice. Would you prefer Riverclan to send one of there leaders over to take command of our clan or Agaveheart?” She smuggly asked fighting every instinct to claw some sense into her brain.

[pidgeon]

Starfall Cave

"You young kits think you know everything," Owlfeather interjected the apprentice's harsh rambling. "You say you know so much, that you know the senior warriors should take over? Then why don't you step back and let us." The old she-cat glowered at Cardinalpaw with contempt in her eyes. She was normally a very gentle cat, and she tried to be patient with all the apprentices, but this one in particular seemed to know just how to get on her nerves.
"Last I checked, you were an apprentice, not a senior warrior. The help of senior warriors is exactly what Agaveheart is asking for, so aren't you getting what you want? You can't possibly imagine what it would be like to stand where she's standing, to have to face the whole clan like this when we have no leadership. Have some respect," she spat, her teeth bared in a scornful snarl. "Keep up this attitude and you're no better than a rogue yourself."

[Cave]

| CasperCreates | Okapi | GLaDOS | Starfall | jupiter |

Agaveheart nodded to Owlfeather, acknowledging and accepting her offer to help, as Butternutsun spoke up to offer her help and to step in as deputy. She gave the cat an approving look, for now at least she would let the thought of Butternutsun being deputy be. She was just looking for help at the current moment, not any possible arguments over who is right for the position. Though arguments and strife sometimes seemed to haunt her as an apprentice spoke up. She shook her head thinking if she ignored the foolish cat they would be quiet, though clearly, the strategy was the wrong one as many cats soon jumped to her defense. Agaveheart let the argument go on for a moment before she yowled "I appreciate the jester, and how quick yall were to defend me, but I can defend myself."

She lept harshly onto the ground below to come face to face with the rather annoying apprentice. "You're right, I don't know what I am doing, I am an outsider who can only be grateful that I have been accepted here. I may have no right to lead, as you have no need to follow, but I saw this as a chance to help the clan that has given me a chance to live the rest of my days with a purpose. I have no training in leadership, and the only training I have had in being a warrior is what I have seen the great warriors of this clan do. That is why I have asked for help, and if someone had already stepped up to lead the clan I likely wouldn't be having this talk." She concluded her argument with a meaningful, yet still soft stare at Cardinalpaw.

She turned her gaze, now full of kindheartedness, toward those who have offered their help. "I can't guarantee that any of you will be picked by Starclan to be the deputy or the leader. So if you will be helping with that intention in mind I suggest you don't help at all. The last thing our new leader of deputy will need on their paws is a jealous clanmate." she gently looked around to the other. "I would like yall to be a committee of sorts just so no one cat becomes something like the leader or deputy of Shadowclan. Yall can make patrols and manage anything that might need managing. I don't know how Starclan would feel about us preforming any ceremonies but let's hope we don't have to make any."

[Madelaine]

| Cave; Okapi; CasperCreates; Starfall; jupiter; |

Citrusflower knew she wouldn't be able to help with the patrols, since she had to have support of another cat, but there must be something she could do something to help out. She began to think of what she could do. "I could help by gaurding the camp. I may not have my eyes, but I can sense things from a mile away.", she meowed. She felt Flowerpaw stiffen beside her. Citrusflower ignored it and looked at Agaveheart with her missing eyes.

[Mango]

Cave

Butternutsun nodded in respect,” I can lead a dawn patrol as I currently have an apprentice who is quite an early bird.” She meowed with amusement twinkling in her eyes,” Would anyone like to join me and my apprentice on a dawn patrol? I think that Agaveheart is the only one who has the authority to preform ceremonies, so I think we should still have Agaveheart preform ceremonies, unless Agaveheart can give the authority to preform ceremonies to a singular warrior.” She meowed. She didn’t want to be the permanent leader, but she thought she had the experience to stand in temporarily.

[OhAtropa]

Cave (in response to your open roleplay)
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Smokesight's paws trembled as he heard the announcement. He knew he was one of the best hunters in the Clan, and that he should probably volunteer himself - but since he often opted for silence, he was finding it hard to work up the courage. Taking in a deep breath, he saw other cats start to volunteer, and suddenly felt more relaxed. The tom shakily stood on all fours, raising his head to face Agaveheart, but avoided eye contact at all costs. Some of his Clanmates looked at him in surprise, since he was usually not one to speak up - but this wasn't a situation that the warrior could let his anxiety get in the way of. If his Clan needed help doing something, Smokesight was more than willing to do so... it was just actually getting the fact across that he wanted to help that was the hard part.
Forcing himself to smooth out his ruffled fur, the tom blinked slowly before speaking to calm himself. "I can try and help," he muttered, hoping that Agaveheart was able to hear him. His tail twitched anxiously behind him, as thoughts started to flood his better judgment - was Agaveheart actually asking for help, or just announcing the reality of the situation? Did RiverClan already have intel about how bad ShadowClan was doing? Was there anyone in the Clan who would willingly betray the situation? How about accidentally, like at a gathering?
The weight of the situation crushed down upon Smokesight, and he quickly tried to fix his words so that he didn't seem as timid. "I meant, I can help only if you need it," he added, his voice a little louder and clearer than last time. Still avoiding eye contact, he shuffled his paws nervously on the ground as he awaited a response.

[Jynx]

// sorry this took a long time Calliecat

Asterkit blinked open her blue eyes and peered around from her nest she shared with Sparrowkit. They were nearing 6 moons and she couldn't wait to become a warrior apprentice. She stood and stretched, small jaws parting in a yawn. Perking her small ears, the light tabby could hear the birds outside chirping. Though it was just past sunrise, she could tell it was going to be a beautiful day. Asterkit crouched down and then hopped over the edge of their nest. She felt the familiar jolt up her legs as she landed, and, lashing her tail, she managed to stay upright. Satisfied, Asterkit looked back to see whether Sparrowkit was awake yet so they could practice their hunting skills or play a game or something.

[Calliecat]

// sorry this took a long time Calliecat

Asterkit blinked open her blue eyes and peered around from her nest she shared with Sparrowkit. They were nearing 6 moons and she couldn't wait to become a warrior apprentice. She stood and stretched, small jaws parting in a yawn. Perking her small ears, the light tabby could hear the birds outside chirping. Though it was just past sunrise, she could tell it was going to be a beautiful day. Asterkit crouched down and then hopped over the edge of their nest. She felt the familiar jolt up her legs as she landed, and, lashing her tail, she managed to stay upright. Satisfied, Asterkit looked back to see whether Sparrowkit was awake yet so they could practice their hunting skills or play a game or something.
Sparrowkit opened one eye, uncurling his tail from around his russet frame, "Asterkit, why are you making all that noise?" he groaned, lifting his head. His vision was blurry at first, but it refocused on his sister, looking at him expectantly with her curious eyes. "Let me guess," he half-scrambled, half-tumbled out of his nest before clambering to a sitting position, "You want to practice something, right?" his copper gaze glinted excitedly, and he rose to his forepaws, tail twitching.

[Turtel Tail]

Grandstorm stood up slowly. He was tired and lonely. He looked around for someone he could talk to. "Does anyone want to talk to me?" he asked softly.
[OPEN]
''I DO'' a jet black she kit walked up to grandstorm ''I am lonely, and a rouge killed my mother and I got separated from my father can you help me?''

[silvertail000]

''I DO'' a jet black she kit walked up to grandstorm ''I am lonely, and a rouge killed my mother and I got separated from my father can you help me?''
"Aww, are you okay?" he asked. He was worried for the young kit. "What is your name?"

[_Yumi_]

//Can I join pwease? :3//

[panchiko]

A light drift of air rustled her messily groomed pelt as the warrior lost herself in clouded thoughts. Duskblossom heaved a sigh. She couldn't think of any secure plan to diminish her unbending boredom. She'd been thinking of participating in a power nap, but her restlessness prohibited her from following that idea. Glancing around the clearing with little interest, Duskblossom found a quiet spot with a twinkle of sun to sit in while waiting for a creative burst of thoughts. Her whiskers twitched, displaying disinterest, and she watched cats walk about the ShadowClan clearing with her eyes narrowed to slits.
[open]

[FrostPool]

FrostPool sleeps in the warm moss and brambles in the corner

[Jynx]

Sparrowkit opened one eye, uncurling his tail from around his russet frame, "Asterkit, why are you making all that noise?" he groaned, lifting his head. His vision was blurry at first, but it refocused on his sister, looking at him expectantly with her curious eyes. "Let me guess," he half-scrambled, half-tumbled out of his nest before clambering to a sitting position, "You want to practice something, right?" his copper gaze glinted excitedly, and he rose to his forepaws, tail twitching.
Asterkit gave a wide smile as Sparrowkit woke up and asked why she was awake. She withdrew her front paws from the side of the nest and hopped down, wobbling a little. Let me guess, you want to practice something, right? Asterkit gave a small bounce of excitement. "Yeah," she meowed, "let's play find the mossball! I can hide it first!" Despite her energy, she managed to keep her voice down so as not to wake the other kits in the nursery or the queens. They certainly wouldn't be happy if she woke them up.

[Moonraven]

The rhythmic rise and slow fall of the chest were in a slow, almost, laborious task. The head was bent in a light angle and the lids of the eyes were shut rather firmly, obscuring sight or images. The she-cat was a picture of peace and serenity, yet the audits that capture sounds were moving at a tireless pace. The only action that gave away that she-cat was not slumbering away, the ears caught the small whispers of sounds that bounced over the area, none of which had her attention. The mind of the feline was in a chaotic sort of manner that only a few would ever able to sort out.

Lunafrost parted her brilliant icy hued eyes as she heard the medicine cat's call for a meeting. She watched as the cats gathered, remaining near the back with a looming large white tom and small apprentice nearby. Unlike others who started raising their voice and piling positive answers, she listened and watched finding no reason to add to the disorganization. As the fuss with the apprentice dies down and Agaveheart retakes control over the situation, Lunafrost frown mildly at the idea of the committee. As good as an idea as it was, it would be wise to appoint someone to take charge even if it was temporary.

She was mildly worried about chaos ensuing if things remained as they were, however, restrained herself from speaking out for now. Her eyes glanced at the mountainous further off as he slowly pushed himself to his paws. His piercing amber eyes flickered to her, over to the small apprentice, Elfinpaw, and then back to the she-cat leading the discussion. Whiteshadow was somewhat disinterested, however, would help out when necessary.

[Calliecat]

Asterkit gave a wide smile as Sparrowkit woke up and asked why she was awake. She withdrew her front paws from the side of the nest and hopped down, wobbling a little. Let me guess, you want to practice something, right? Asterkit gave a small bounce of excitement. "Yeah," she meowed, "let's play find the mossball! I can hide it first!" Despite her energy, she managed to keep her voice down so as not to wake the other kits in the nursery or the queens. They certainly wouldn't be happy if she woke them up.
"Yea, yea, you little mouse-brain," Sparrowkit mews jokingly as he frees the clump of moss he and his sister used as a ball from beneath their mother's nest, tossing it toward her. "Here. I'll close my eyes and sheathe and unsheathe my claws ten times. Hurry!" he whispered, turning around and closing his eyes. He unsheathed a claw and dug it into the soil.

[Turtel Tail]

a small kit was hiding in the bushes near the other cats, her mother being a rouge and she never knew her father. she needed a clan to join, and she had thought wind clan would be best for her. after all, she was grate at hunting rabbits. she slowly came out of the bushes waiting for someone to see her.

[Madelaine]

A light drift of air rustled her messily groomed pelt as the warrior lost herself in clouded thoughts. Duskblossom heaved a sigh. She couldn't think of any secure plan to diminish her unbending boredom. She'd been thinking of participating in a power nap, but her restlessness prohibited her from following that idea. Glancing around the clearing with little interest, Duskblossom found a quiet spot with a twinkle of sun to sit in while waiting for a creative burst of thoughts. Her whiskers twitched, displaying disinterest, and she watched cats walk about the ShadowClan clearing with her eyes narrowed to slits.
[open]

Citrusflower padded out of the nursery, her ears listened as her kit ran off to go play. The molly scented a cat sitting all by themselves so she decided to walk over to Duskblossom. Citrusflower had no eyes at all after she had gotten her eyes scratched out by a badger a long time ago, so she stumbled a bit to get to the warrior. "Do you mind if I sit next to you?", she asked, facing the wrong way on accident.

[pidgeon]

Owlfeather drew in a deep sigh. Things in the camp felt so strange and empty since the passing of their leader, and made worse by how shaken her clanmates were after the bout with RiverClan. Cats argued among themselves, senior warriors fretted over patrols, and she was sure she was seeing things in the shadows at night. Everything put together left the old she-cat with a bristling feeling of unease. She just couldn't shake it. Things just didn't feel right.
Regardless, patrols had to be scheduled, and as a senior warrior, she was determined to help out as much as she could. She scanned the clearing for cats who were fit to go on patrol with her.

(OPEN! Let me know if this isn't allowed--I'm under the impression that the DS/Rogue arc started on the 1st, and I'd love to get in on it!

I'm looking for a band of Rogues/DS cats to attack Owl's patrol while they're out.)

No longer looking for cats for the patrol! I do need rogues/DS cats though!)
If we don't get any rogues/ds cats applied by like, the 7th, then we'll probably go on patrol anyways and just have kinda NPC nameless rogues attack
CONFIRMED FOR PATROL: Flowerpaw ( GLaDOS), Cherry ( Dust) Lunafrost & Whiteshadow ( Moonraven)

ROGUE/DS PATROL: Demontail (GLaDOS) Icewhisper ( TitaniumCat)

[Madelaine]

Owlfeather drew in a deep sigh. Things in the camp felt so strange and empty since the passing of their leader, and made worse by how shaken her clanmates were after the bout with RiverClan. Cats argued among themselves, senior warriors fretted over patrols, and she was sure she was seeing things in the shadows at night. Everything put together left the old she-cat with a bristling feeling of unease. She just couldn't shake it. Things just didn't feel right.
Regardless, patrols had to be scheduled, and as a senior warrior, she was determined to help out as much as she could. She scanned the clearing for cats who were fit to go on patrol with her.

(OPEN! Let me know if this isn't allowed--I'm under the impression that the DS/Rogue arc started on the 1st, and I'd love to get in on it!

I'm looking for SC cats to go on patrol with Owl, and I'd love for the patrol to get attacked by a band of Rogues/DS cats while they're out.)

(I can bring in Citrusflower's kit Flowerpaw into this)

Flowerpaw padded over to her grandmother after hearing that she was going on a patrol. She wished that her mother Citrusflower could go with them, but without eyesight the apprentice didn't want her mother going with them. "I'll go with you.", she meowed, wanting to get out of camp. Her mentor had died a week ago and she wanted to get out of camp for a while.

[panchiko]

Citrusflower padded out of the nursery, her ears listened as her kit ran off to go play. The molly scented a cat sitting all by themselves so she decided to walk over to Duskblossom. Citrusflower had no eyes at all after she had gotten her eyes scratched out by a badger a long time ago, so she stumbled a bit to get to the warrior. "Do you mind if I sit next to you?", she asked, facing the wrong way on accident.

"no, I don't mind at all," duskblossom replied with a friendly smile. she scooched a few spaces away so that the female would also have some sunlight, then continued onwards with the conversation. "hello! i'm duskblossom. i'm not really good with names, so would you please remind me of yours?" she said in a tone similar to a rant. her tail wiggled around restlessly whilst she looked the female over, deciding that the she-cat was rather good-looking, but might not be able to keep the conversation going. duskblossom hoped she was wrong- she herself wasn't good with conversation-topics.

[Moonraven]

Owlfeather drew in a deep sigh. Things in the camp felt so strange and empty since the passing of their leader, and made worse by how shaken her clanmates were after the bout with RiverClan. Cats argued among themselves, senior warriors fretted over patrols, and she was sure she was seeing things in the shadows at night. Everything put together left the old she-cat with a bristling feeling of unease. She just couldn't shake it. Things just didn't feel right.
Regardless, patrols had to be scheduled, and as a senior warrior, she was determined to help out as much as she could. She scanned the clearing for cats who were fit to go on patrol with her.

(OPEN! Let me know if this isn't allowed--I'm under the impression that the DS/Rogue arc started on the 1st, and I'd love to get in on it!

I'm looking for SC cats to go on patrol with Owl, and I'd love for the patrol to get attacked by a band of Rogues/DS cats while they're out.)

CONFIRMED FOR PATROL: Flowerpaw ( GLaDOS), Cherry ( Dust)


(Lunafrost and Whiteshadow can tag along if you still need some cats.)

After making sure that Elfinpaw finished cleaning out her bedding from the apprentice den, the old warrior made his way over to the other senior warrior, Lunafrost. He was in the midst of asking if she was will to spar or go hunting with him to ease some unwanted tension from his body, yet, his eyes caught sight of Owlfeather. Seeing as she appeared to be looking for cats, and the apprentice, Flowerpaw, stepped up, Whiteshadow kneaded his tail over his back to beckon Lunafrost with him. Together the two made their way over to Owlfeather.
"We'll come along if you'll have us. "Lunafrost volunteered the pair of them.

[pidgeon]

GLaDOS Dust Moonraven Fuzzyfeline TitaniumCat

Owlfeather nodded her thanks to the cats who had agreed to join her for this patrol. Even in disarray, ShadowClan will not be weakened, she thought to herself. They would go in a patrol of five, a larger patrol than usual. Safety in numbers, she had thought. Just in case they ran into trouble.

"We'll head in the direction of the RiverClan border first," she instructed. "They seem to think we've become too weak to defend ourselves, so that border is the most important. And...make sure to keep your eyes out for anything...unusual." She flicked an ear as she thought. She just knew something was off in their territory; odd scents, shadows moving after sunset, things seeming just slightly out of place. Something bigger was at work in ShadowClan territory, and she wanted to figure it out. She had a fairly solid patrol, and she was sure they could handle trouble.
Whiteshadow and Lunafrost, fellow senior warriors, experienced in battle. She had become closer with Whiteshadow in recent moons, and she had grown to trust him greatly. Flowerpaw, her own grandkit, who shared her blood and spirit. She had anticipated the opportunity to bring her on patrol, even if it made her nervous to know she was possibly putting the young she-cat in danger. She would protect her with her life.
The only cat that made her wary was Cherry. The cat was a former rogue with an attitude. She felt like she could keep her in check if need be, but she hoped she wouldn't have to. Bringing her on patrol would be a chance for the outsider to prove herself.

"Okay, let's get moving. Only so much daylight left." The old tortoiseshell she-cat lead the way out of the camp entrance barrier, sure-footed as she walked. She kept her head held high and her senses alert, wanting to be ready for anything.

(Would the next person to reply mind moving this to the ShadowClan Territory thread?)

[wren]

( OPEN !! )

The clouds grumbled ominously in the dark, as if foreshadowing the state of Shadowclan. Thunder cackled as lightning lit up the sky for a few split seconds before plunging the forest back into the darkness. The white tom had stationed himself near the entrance of camp far more anxious then usual. It smelled like a storm.. and not just the one in the sky.
Shadowclan itself had been tossed into a period of darkness, It's very life was held in a delicate balance.. and it had been tampered with. Like the storm brewing just above the jagged stones, anxiously the cats waited. Waited for something to happen, someone, anybody to step up to the plate and steer them out of this. However as time prelacy marched on the window of opportunity seemed to slim, as more and more rouges trickled onto their borders and the power struggle continued to upset the elder warriors, tension erupted in small fights leaving cats more battered and hopeless.

So he watched and waited for that small silver linning in the clouds. However small Troutsplash was regularly he seemed even tinier now. His ribs jutted out from his stark white coat and his eyes seemed dull from exhaustion. The lack of hunting had been taking its toll on most. Sided with his new found task of waiting by the entrance for cats to trickle in he found his energy and will to continue depleting. Perhaps Shadowclan would end up like Skyclan, moving into Thunderclan or perhaps even Windclan in search of refuge and order. He'd already heard chatter about it. It was only a matter of time before the storm erupted and the clan tossed into chaos and disarray.. perhaps even more then it already was.

[Jynx]

"Yea, yea, you little mouse-brain," Sparrowkit mews jokingly as he frees the clump of moss he and his sister used as a ball from beneath their mother's nest, tossing it toward her. "Here. I'll close my eyes and sheathe and unsheathe my claws ten times. Hurry!" he whispered, turning around and closing his eyes. He unsheathed a claw and dug it into the soil.

As Sparrowkit flung the moss her direction, Asterkit rose to up on her hind legs and swiped at the scrap. Her small claw snagged at the moss, and, losing her balance in the process of the catch, tumbled to the ground. She righted herself, the moss hanging from her jaws. Her eyes alight with excitement. Here. I'll close my eyes and sheathe and unsheathe my claws ten times. Hurry! Asterkit gave an enthusiastic nod of her head and bolted away. The she-kit poked around the edge of the nursery before deciding on a small dip in the ground, partially covered by brambles. Pushing away the spikey thorns with one delicate paw, Asterkit pushed the moss down. Using her hind paws, Asterkit kicked some dirt over it, masking the bright green, though not enough that it wasn’t visible. When she had finished, she bounded back to Sparrowkit, balancing on her toes. “Okay, it’s hidden!”

[The Cannibal]

( OPEN !! )

The clouds grumbled ominously in the dark, as if foreshadowing the state of Shadowclan. Thunder cackled as lightning lit up the sky for a few split seconds before plunging the forest back into the darkness. The white tom had stationed himself near the entrance of camp far more anxious then usual. It smelled like a storm.. and not just the one in the sky.
Shadowclan itself had been tossed into a period of darkness, It's very life was held in a delicate balance.. and it had been tampered with. Like the storm brewing just above the jagged stones, anxiously the cats waited. Waited for something to happen, someone, anybody to step up to the plate and steer them out of this. However as time prelacy marched on the window of opportunity seemed to slim, as more and more rouges trickled onto their borders and the power struggle continued to upset the elder warriors, tension erupted in small fights leaving cats more battered and hopeless.

So he watched and waited for that small silver linning in the clouds. However small Troutsplash was regularly he seemed even tinier now. His ribs jutted out from his stark white coat and his eyes seemed dull from exhaustion. The lack of hunting had been taking its toll on most. Sided with his new found task of waiting by the entrance for cats to trickle in he found his energy and will to continue depleting. Perhaps Shadowclan would end up like Skyclan, moving into Thunderclan or perhaps even Windclan in search of refuge and order. He'd already heard chatter about it. It was only a matter of time before the storm erupted and the clan tossed into chaos and disarray.. perhaps even more then it already was.
So strange to have so many clan-shaking events happen at once, and so soon after Dampbark's warrior ceremony. He had barely any time to 'enjoy' the new role of warrior before Windystar was mauled at the border by a dog, and Forestshade stepped down as deputy, effectively leaving the clan without much form of leadership, aside from the senior warriors and the medicine cat. And yet, the young warrior couldn't bring himself to worry, in fact, he saw it as a fascinating opportunity to talk to other cats and make friends in this time of turmoil. The cats of the clan were anxious, ready to talk to anyone they could, bubble out the worry they had trapped inside themselves of the future of their clan. Would they end up like Skyclan, piling themselves onto another clan, or would they end up like the Dusk Syndicate, totally disbanding and leaving them effectively loners, no order or control? A fascinating idea. But the thing that Dampbark wanted to do most right now, was cozy up to others and have as many allies as possible. Who knows what the future had in store.
Gaze flickering up past the tall, evergreen trees, the tom with short, damp-looking fur caught the flash of lightning, his spine tingling with excitement. This weather always got cats riled up and ready to talk out of nervousness. Edging out into the clearing, his yellow eyes raked across the scene, finding cats huddled together, talking in hushed whispers as if they were afraid that the very sound of their voice would cause the storm, both physically and metaphorically, to break and unleash hell upon them.

Having no intentions of butting into a group that had already formed, Dampbark instead began to head towards the camp entrance. Though he himself was not assigned to watch duty, there was always at least one cat there. Surely whoever was guarding was lonely, perhaps even frightened of the current weather events. Putting on his own expression that looked both worried and eager to sate the 'worry' with a good conversation, the tom with swirled brown fur edged closer to the white tom posted at the camp entrance. "D-Do.. You think this storm is an omen, that Starclan is angry with our clan for something?" His voice drifted out as he approached Troutsplash, his gaze looking upwards, as if he were expecting the downpour and lightning to come at any moment.

[Moonraven]

Lunafrost padded into the training grounds, tail swaying back and forth slowly like a pendulum, as she took a seat and drew in the stale scents around the training grounds. It seemed like there has been less and less training of the apprentices these days, it couldn't be helped, however. The lack of proper leadership and the trouble with Riverclan seemed to be at the forefront of every cats' mind these days. Yet, Lunafrost felt a little neglecting towards her apprentice, Rabbitpaw. It had been some time since she's bothered giving the apprentice any proper training. Now would be better than never, especially with everything that's been plaguing their minds, training would be a good distraction.

little-life-light

[Calliecat]

As Sparrowkit flung the moss her direction, Asterkit rose to up on her hind legs and swiped at the scrap. Her small claw snagged at the moss, and, losing her balance in the process of the catch, tumbled to the ground. She righted herself, the moss hanging from her jaws. Her eyes alight with excitement. Here. I'll close my eyes and sheathe and unsheathe my claws ten times. Hurry! Asterkit gave an enthusiastic nod of her head and bolted away. The she-kit poked around the edge of the nursery before deciding on a small dip in the ground, partially covered by brambles. Pushing away the spikey thorns with one delicate paw, Asterkit pushed the moss down. Using her hind paws, Asterkit kicked some dirt over it, masking the bright green, though not enough that it wasn’t visible. When she had finished, she bounded back to Sparrowkit, balancing on her toes. “Okay, it’s hidden!”
Sparrowkit uncovered his eyes, lifting his head. Asterkit stood in front of him, balancing on her toes. "Great," he replied, opening his mouth to draw in the scents of the nursery. With a twitching tail he set off to find the moss ball - it took him longer than expected, and when he finally found it beneath some brambles covering a dip in the earthy soil. He swiped the dirt off of it, pulled it free and threw it in Asterkit's face. "Found it! You didn't hide it very well," he purred.

[TitaniumCat]

Weaseljaw (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?p=609207#post609207)is a Shadowclan warrior. I'm willing to join your roleplay.

[TitaniumCat]

Weaseljaw was sitting in the Shadowclan clearing, sighing deeply through his muzzle. Their leader was dead. Weaseljaw hadn't been related to Windystar in any way, but he was a great leader, Weaseljaw had had his entire apprenticeship under the cat's rule, and he missed him.
He hid his disappointment well, though. Most cats had never been able to guess his mood. But he was pretty sure cats could tell today.

[scorgeisthebest]

[hollowkit opened her eyes and squinted at the bright light]

[mochi]

Lunafrost padded into the training grounds, tail swaying back and forth slowly like a pendulum, as she took a seat and drew in the stale scents around the training grounds. It seemed like there has been less and less training of the apprentices these days, it couldn't be helped, however. The lack of proper leadership and the trouble with Riverclan seemed to be at the forefront of every cats' mind these days. Yet, Lunafrost felt a little neglecting towards her apprentice, Rabbitpaw. It had been some time since she's bothered giving the apprentice any proper training. Now would be better than never, especially with everything that's been plaguing their minds, training would be a good distraction.

@little-life-light (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=5116)

Rabbitpaw
”Training, training, training!” Rabbitpaw cackled gleefully as she bounded through the trees, the pine nettles pricking her paw pads and sending excited shivers through her pelt. She’d been itching to do something: to fight, to hunt, to train - but especially to fight, ever since the troubles with RiverClan began to pop up.”Those fisheaters won’t even know what hit them!” She snarled with a smirk, leaping at an imaginary RiverClan warrior in front of her, only to have her front paw slip out from under her at the landing. With a startled squawk, she ended up rolling ears-over-tail into the training grounds in a cloud of dust and debris. After her world stopped spinning and the three upside down cats beside her turned into one, she jumped to her paws, her pale grey and white fur wild and dirty.“Lunafrost!”A determined grin spread across her features as she recognized her mentor.“Rabbitpaw, reporting for training.”

[Dirtfur]

Redpaw looked around his clanmates, this is such a dark time... Their leader's passing was a heart-struck to each ShadowClan cats, including the red furball himself. Redpaw wished he can do something about this, but he is just an apprentice. StarClan please help us get through this...

[Madelaine]

Redpaw looked around his clanmates, this is such a dark time... Their leader's passing was a heart-struck to each ShadowClan cats, including the red furball himself. Redpaw wished he can do something about this, but he is just an apprentice. StarClan please help us get through this...

Striker sat inside the clearing by the elders den, watching the camp being busy. The rogue had come to shadowclan to look for shelter just a couple of days before. He was an old cat that was very hard of hearing and looked like he would collapse when he walked. He saw a young apprentice and padded over to them. "Is everything alright young'un?" , he asked.

[Dirtfur]

The red furball murmured. "Is just our clan... is so empty and lifeless since our leader passed away and we're dealing with such threats." Redpaw look fixedly at the elder rogue, his eyes filled with sorrow from seeing his clanmates. "I just wished that I can do something to help my poor clan..." the apprentice sighed out of grief.

Bliss Girl

[Moonraven]

Rabbitpaw
”Training, training, training!” Rabbitpaw cackled gleefully as she bounded through the trees, the pine nettles pricking her paw pads and sending excited shivers through her pelt. She’d been itching to do something: to fight, to hunt, to train - but especially to fight, ever since the troubles with RiverClan began to pop up.”Those fisheaters won’t even know what hit them!” She snarled with a smirk, leaping at an imaginary RiverClan warrior in front of her, only to have her front paw slip out from under her at the landing. With a startled squawk, she ended up rolling ears-over-tail into the training grounds in a cloud of dust and debris. After her world stopped spinning and the three upside down cats beside her turned into one, she jumped to her paws, her pale grey and white fur wild and dirty. “Lunafrost!”A determined grin spread across her features as she recognized her mentor.“Rabbitpaw, reporting for training.”

The warrior had curled her lengthy tail around her paws, eyes shut as she listened to the world around her with a serene expression on her face. Her lids opened and the icy cerulean eyes glanced in the direction of the loud paws steps coming her way. A soft smile formed on Lunafrost's face as Rabbitpaw made her rather spectacular entrance. She shot to her paws, less out of worry and more out of amusement as the apprentice took to tumbling the rest of the way over. "Well, that's one way to make an entrance." She purred lightly as the apprentice jumped to her paws seconds later. "Are you alright?" Lunafrost stepped in front of the dirt-covered she-cat, dipping her head to pull a pine needle off the top of Rabbitpaw's head. Her eyes remained rather cold, yet her voice spoke volumes of her concern for the younger cat. When Lunafrost obtained an apprentice she wasn't expecting anyone like Rabbitpaw, the usually collected and stoic feline was growing fond of the oddness that was Rabbitpaw. She was a bit like Elfinpaw, just way more energetic. "Since you're here now I'm assuming you'd like some battle training?" She quipped, Lunafrost rarely set up lessons she often left it to Rabbitpaw to figure out what it was she felt like she needed to improve on.

[Madelaine]

| Dirtfur; |

Striker looked at him, understanding how he felt when the thing he loved the most was in trouble. "I may have just joined the clan uninvited, but some of your clanmates are quite nice and friendly. I hope somebody will be leader soon.", she meowed.

[Undertaker]

||Open||

A low growl could be heard bubbling behind the exposed fangs clamped tightly around a lifeless piece of prey as a handsome young tom padded back into the camp, his creamy-white pelt would have been striking if not for the blemishes of dirt coated along his back and left flank, pine needles riddled his paws with a few poking the pads and causing him discomfort. Tigerpaw dropped is kill on the pile of the dead, plopped himself down and took to pulling out the few needles still stuck in his back right paw.

Behind him padded a slightly taller yet slimmer and alluring warrior with the same lovely coat of fur, only unlike him, her pelt was lustrous and without a hair out of place. The two look nearly identical besides eyes and the gender difference. Rosethorn dropped her catch next to his and padding around his body to sit beside him. She watched her son angrily pull needles out of his paw for a few more seconds before speaking. "I told you, this isn't Skyclan anymore, you can't just throw yourself into the air like before." Her tone was soft yet stern.

"I know Mother." Tigerpaw spat rather rudely earning a sour glare from the older she-cat resulting in him lowering his eyes just a tad in a hint of respect. He clenched his jaw to keep from snapping at her any more, annoyed and upset that his beautiful, gorgeous, pelt he spent so long cleaning today had gotten filthy. It was going to take forever to clean again. He hated getting dirty! Instead of sitting trying to calm himself down, the aggravated apprentice went to search for Softpaw.

[TitaniumCat]

The red furball murmured. "Is just our clan... is so empty and lifeless since our leader passed away and we're dealing with such threats." Redpaw look fixedly at the elder rogue, his eyes filled with sorrow from seeing his clanmates. "I just wished that I can do something to help my poor clan..." the apprentice sighed out of grief.

Bliss Girl

Weaseljaw padded quietly over to listen to the conversation of his fellow warriors. This apprentice seemed to be wanting to help the Clan somehow, but he was merely an apprentice. Redpaw was his name. Weaseljaw shook his head slightly, feeling rather ashamed for secretly criticizing this young cat. He walked over to Redpaw and gently nudged him with his light brown tail.
"It's OK, Redpaw. It's not your fault. If you want to help, perhaps you could give some ideas about what to do to the senior warriors like me. Forestshade stepped down, and even though we're suffering, we're Shadowclan, and we don't give up easily. Perhaps, if you stay on the path of Starclan, you will grow up to be a strong warrior."
Weaseljaw licked his whiskers as he hoped his talk would help Redpaw. Meanwhile, a depressing thought had entered his mind. Tonight is a delay to Starclan. We haven't chosen a leader OR a deputy. I need to talk to the medicine cat eventually.
Weaseljaw looked back at Redpaw. Maybe I should be his apprentice. Just maybe.

[mochi]

The warrior had curled her lengthy tail around her paws, eyes shut as she listened to the world around her with a serene expression on her face. Her lids opened and the icy cerulean eyes glanced in the direction of the loud paws steps coming her way. A soft smile formed on Lunafrost's face as Rabbitpaw made her rather spectacular entrance. She shot to her paws, less out of worry and more out of amusement as the apprentice took to tumbling the rest of the way over. "Well, that's one way to make an entrance." She purred lightly as the apprentice jumped to her paws seconds later. "Are you alright?" Lunafrost stepped in front of the dirt-covered she-cat, dipping her head to pull a pine needle off the top of Rabbitpaw's head. Her eyes remained rather cold, yet her voice spoke volumes of her concern for the younger cat. When Lunafrost obtained an apprentice she wasn't expecting anyone like Rabbitpaw, the usually collected and stoic feline was growing fond of the oddness that was Rabbitpaw. She was a bit like Elfinpaw, just way more energetic. "Since you're here now I'm assuming you'd like some battle training?" She quipped, Lunafrost rarely set up lessons she often left it to Rabbitpaw to figure out what it was she felt like she needed to improve on.

Rabbitpaw
The small apprentice puffed out her chest, a pleased purr rumbling in her throat at her mentor's words. "Never better!" She blinked as the older she-cat plucked a stray pine needle off Rabbitpaw's head. She wasn't used to such behavior, and it sent a little pang through her chest. Her own mother was usually too busy to show her any affection whatsoever, so this little act caught her off guard for a second. At her mentor's second question she squeezed her eyes shut before vigorously shaking her pelt in an almost dog-like fashion. Then, while the cloud of dirt and debris settled around her, she looked up with a well-worn grin, her bright yellow eyes gleaming in excitement."Definitely."

[Dirtfur]

@Bliss girl. TitaniumCat
Redpaw glances at the senior warrior and the rogue thankfully.
The apprentice nodded. The rogue was right, although this is ShadowClan, there are a few who are indeed friendly and kind. The senior warrior was correct, is not the red furball's fault nor is anyone else's. The words of Weaseljaw echoed in his thoughts, "We're ShadowClan, and we don't give up easily." Redpaw looked up at the clouds as if the apprentice could see the StarClan warriors. "Thank you Weaseljaw and- what is your name?" asked Redpaw to the rogue.

[Madelaine]

Striker looked down at the apprentice with a smile. "Shadowclan will always stay strong. ", he replied. He was part of Shadowclan now and would die to help out his new clan, but he was frightened that the new leader might kick him out of the camp. He was too old to survive on his own and would die for not being able to hunt or even fend for himself. "My name's Striker.", Striker introduced himself.

| Dirtfur; TitaniumCat; |

[Dirtfur]

"My name is Redpaw, Striker!" Redpaw mewed and happily blinked at the elder rogue. The red apprentice opened his jaw, then closed it. "So you're also a rogue," meowed Redpaw and added, "I guess some rogues are also kind and friendly!" Redpaw faintly grinned, and blinked at Striker without hurrying.

Bliss Girl

[Moonraven]

Rabbitpaw
The small apprentice puffed out her chest, a pleased purr rumbling in her throat at her mentor's words. "Never better!" She blinked as the older she-cat plucked a stray pine needle off Rabbitpaw's head. She wasn't used to such behavior, and it sent a little pang through her chest. Her own mother was usually too busy to show her any affection whatsoever, so this little act caught her off guard for a second. At her mentor's second question she squeezed her eyes shut before vigorously shaking her pelt in an almost dog-like fashion. Then, while the cloud of dirt and debris settled around her, she looked up with a well-worn grin, her bright yellow eyes gleaming in excitement."Definitely."

Lunafrost couldn't recall being so plucky during her apprentice moons, she admired Rabbitpaw's spirit. She thanked starclan for not giving her a difficult of an apprentice to train. Lunafrost moved a little to the side as Rabbitpaw began forcefully shaking her pelt out, knocking off the clutter from her pelt. She looked less dirty now, however, it was very rarely done, the warrior barely ever sees a cat shake like that. Huh? She's like a little dog. The feline thought to herself, resisting the urge to jest about it while nodding her head at the positive answer she received. "Okay, I'll show you some basics, if you've got the hang before tiring yourself out, we'll try incorporating the moves into a mock a battle." She explained, padding a few tail lengths away from her apprentice. "Now watch." Lunafrost leans forward, taking all her weight on two front legs while lashing out with her hind legs in one simple motion. She didn't bother putting as much strength as she normal would into the move had an enemy been behind her since Lunafrost was just demonstrating there was no point in showing off. "Simple, it's called a back kick." She revealed, bringing all four paws back to the ground. Although there was nothing complex about it balance was key factor especially when trying to stabilize yourself on two paws instead of four. "You try."

[Moonraven]

||Open||

A low growl could be heard bubbling behind the exposed fangs clamped tightly around a lifeless piece of prey as a handsome young tom padded back into the camp, his creamy-white pelt would have been striking if not for the blemishes of dirt coated along his back and left flank, pine needles riddled his paws with a few poking the pads and causing him discomfort. Tigerpaw dropped is kill on the pile of the dead, plopped himself down and took to pulling out the few needles still stuck in his back right paw.

Behind him padded a slightly taller yet slimmer and alluring warrior with the same lovely coat of fur, only unlike him, her pelt was lustrous and without a hair out of place. The two look nearly identical besides eyes and the gender difference. Rosethorn dropped her catch next to his and padding around his body to sit beside him. She watched her son angrily pull needles out of his paw for a few more seconds before speaking. "I told you, this isn't Skyclan anymore, you can't just throw yourself into the air like before." Her tone was soft yet stern.

"I know Mother." Tigerpaw spat rather rudely earning a sour glare from the older she-cat resulting in him lowering his eyes just a tad in a hint of respect. He clenched his jaw to keep from snapping at her any more, annoyed and upset that his beautiful, gorgeous, pelt he spent so long cleaning today had gotten filthy. It was going to take forever to clean again. He hated getting dirty! Instead of sitting trying to calm himself down, the aggravated apprentice went to search for Softpaw.

Softpaw was huddle further away from the rest of the cats in the clear, striped and spotted brown pelt was slightly puffed up and her orange and blue eyes widened as she simply glanced around doing her best not to attract any attention to herself. The recently made apprentice had nothing against the cats here, and she felt bad for the situation they were now in, but the cats here kinda scared her. She was being terrible mean, yes she knows, but she couldn't help her feelings. She was expecting to be treated like she had been in her last clan, so was constantly worried. Her mother left her birth clan and joined Shadowclan before Softpaw even had a day of training with her mentor, now she was stuck here, friendless, mentorless, and had little to no clue who anyone was here. Rosethorn was paying more attention to Tigerpaw these days, so Softpaw found herself on her own more and more. So when she spotted her brother and mother returning from hunting, she swiftly made her way over to her family, just wanting some comforting familiarity, she should have noticed Tigerpaw's foul mood considering the state his normally gleaming coat was in. She was too focused on getting to them in hopes they'd stop leaving her behind over his mood.

[Dirtfur]

Redpaw lied down on the ground of the apprentices' den. Please let this be better tomorrow, StarClan... hoped Redpaw. In only a minute, the exhausted ShadowClan apprentice shuts his eyes closed, resting until daytime tomorrow.

[mochi]

Lunafrost couldn't recall being so plucky during her apprentice moons, she admired Rabbitpaw's spirit. She thanked starclan for not giving her a difficult of an apprentice to train. Lunafrost moved a little to the side as Rabbitpaw began forcefully shaking her pelt out, knocking off the clutter from her pelt. She looked less dirty now, however, it was very rarely done, the warrior barely ever sees a cat shake like that. Huh? She's like a little dog. The feline thought to herself, resisting the urge to jest about it while nodding her head at the positive answer she received. "Okay, I'll show you some basics, if you've got the hang before tiring yourself out, we'll try incorporating the moves into a mock a battle." She explained, padding a few tail lengths away from her apprentice. "Now watch." Lunafrost leans forward, taking all her weight on two front legs while lashing out with her hind legs in one simple motion. She didn't bother putting as much strength as she normal would into the move had an enemy been behind her since Lunafrost was just demonstrating there was no point in showing off. "Simple, it's called a back kick." She revealed, bringing all four paws back to the ground. Although there was nothing complex about it balance was key factor especially when trying to stabilize yourself on two paws instead of four. "You try."


Rabbitpaw
Rabbitpaw nodded, excitement prickling through her fur at the words 'mock battle'. The apprentice watch with wide eyes as Lunafrost fluidly leaned forward on her front paws and lashed out with her back ones, making the entire sequence look smooth and easy. "Back kick..." She repeated under her breath in awe, filing it into her memory and replaying the move once more in her mind. Her heart pounded in anticipation, and she tensed her muscles in preparation to move.

In a flash she kicked off the ground with her back legs, however she overestimated the amount of energy she needed to put into it, and smashed her muzzle into the dirt. Her front legs slipped out from under her at the impact and she once more found herself in a crumpled heap on the ground.

Her throbbing muzzle faded to the back of her mind as she got to her paws, her brows lowered in concentration as she once more got into position. She had a habit - whether good or bad she couldn't tell - of pushing all her pain to the background so she could get the job done. Besides, she wasn't going to let a little bumped nose keep her from battle training.

Several more times she tried the move, and several more times she failed - though not as badly as the first time. And it took her a little while before she could balance on her front paws enough so that they didn't slide out from under her while she kicked out with her back legs. Afterwards, her fur felt warm and she panted a bit as she looked over at her mentor, her tail held high and a triumphant grin spreading across her face. "How was that?"

[Undertaker]

Softpaw was huddle further away from the rest of the cats in the clear, striped and spotted brown pelt was slightly puffed up and her orange and blue eyes widened as she simply glanced around doing her best not to attract any attention to herself. The recently made apprentice had nothing against the cats here, and she felt bad for the situation they were now in, but the cats here kinda scared her. She was being terrible mean, yes she knows, but she couldn't help her feelings. She was expecting to be treated like she had been in her last clan, so was constantly worried. Her mother left her birth clan and joined Shadowclan before Softpaw even had a day of training with her mentor, now she was stuck here, friendless, mentorless, and had little to no clue who anyone was here. Rosethorn was paying more attention to Tigerpaw these days, so Softpaw found herself on her own more and more. So when she spotted her brother and mother returning from hunting, she swiftly made her way over to her family, just wanting some comforting familiarity, she should have noticed Tigerpaw's foul mood considering the state his normally gleaming coat was in. She was too focused on getting to them in hopes they'd stop leaving her behind over his mood.

Tigperpaw paused in his search for his stupid sister in order to pull out more needles out of one of his front paws. As much as he didn't mind joining a new clan, he wished Shadowclan had picked an area filled with fewer pine trees. The amber-eyed apprentice twisted his head around when he heard the soft paw steps of his sister, he wasn't exactly certain what compelled him to do some of the things he did to her. Sometimes he just couldn't help himself, like now for instance. As soon as Softpaw was within a tail length of him, he rose up to his full height, which was not much but the three moon difference between the two of them was pretty big at the moment.

He was not kind and he was pretty certain he shouldn't have put so much power behind it, but it was too late by then to reconsider his actions. He raised his right front paw and goes to bring it down straight against her head. It would hurt if it connected, could easily knock the smaller apprentice right off her paws, with a loud thwacking noise to add to the damage. "Don't just run up to me, mousedung, you'll get me even dirtier." He sneered while hissing at his sister. Once in a blue moon, he'd feel bad about being so terrible to her, but for right now he just needed to relieve some stress and Softpaw was his only target. "Stupid furball." He muttered, sitting down to try and bathe himself and clean his pelt. "Get over here and help me clean my pelt, that's all your good for." The tom meowed while rolling his eyes.

Rosethorn, of course, merely watched her two kits interact, she didn't seem at all concerned about how Tigerpaw treated his sister. In fact, she silently chastised her daughter in her mind, Softpaw needed to learn to grow a backbone. She figured Tigerpaw would help her with that, plus they were siblings, this was a good bonding experience for them. So the mother stayed out of it.

[Moonraven]

Rabbitpaw
Rabbitpaw nodded, excitement prickling through her fur at the words 'mock battle'. The apprentice watch with wide eyes as Lunafrost fluidly leaned forward on her front paws and lashed out with her back ones, making the entire sequence look smooth and easy. "Back kick..." She repeated under her breath in awe, filing it into her memory and replaying the move once more in her mind. Her heart pounded in anticipation, and she tensed her muscles in preparation to move.

In a flash she kicked off the ground with her back legs, however she overestimated the amount of energy she needed to put into it, and smashed her muzzle into the dirt. Her front legs slipped out from under her at the impact and she once more found herself in a crumpled heap on the ground.

Her throbbing muzzle faded to the back of her mind as she got to her paws, her brows lowered in concentration as she once more got into position. She had a habit - whether good or bad she couldn't tell - of pushing all her pain to the background so she could get the job done. Besides, she wasn't going to let a little bumped nose keep her from battle training.

Several more times she tried the move, and several more times she failed - though not as badly as the first time. And it took her a little while before she could balance on her front paws enough so that they didn't slide out from under her while she kicked out with her back legs. Afterwards, her fur felt warm and she panted a bit as she looked over at her mentor, her tail held high and a triumphant grin spreading across her face. "How was that?"

Lunafrost allowed her legs to buckle underneath her to lay down as she took to silently observing the apprentice's progress. Unlike most mentors who would offer a word of advice, Lunafrost was more interesting in seeing how Rabbitpaw fared without her input. She internally winced at the first attempt, the way Rabbitpaw's muzzle connected with the ground seemed rather painful in Lunafrost's eyes. Instead of getting up and checking on the apprentice, she kept still, nothing beyond the way her tail swung behind her expressed her concern.

Lunafrost had a more independent teaching method, she's the kind of cat who would teach someone how to swim by pushing them in the water. It was not how she was taught it was merely how she did things. A surge of pride swelled in her chest as she saw Rabbitpaw simply got up and tried the move again. There was no whine nor bouts of frustration, Lunafrost liked that she learned from her mistakes without needing Lunafrost to comment on them. She picked herself up after every failure and pushed on. A small smile crossed her maw as Rabbitpaw finally got the move down. It wasn't perfect and clearly would need more practice, but all in all, Rabbitpaw had surpassed Lunafrost's expectations.

"You did very well." The warrior pushed herself to her paws and padded over to the panting apprentice. The she-cat dipped her head to touch noses with the younger cat, it was something she did unconsciously with younger cats. Her parents often rewarded her with such a gesture when she came back to camp and showed them a new move she learned or when she got rare praise from her mentor. It always made her feel like all that tiring work was worth it just for that. She didn't seem to be aware or notice if she was making the apprentice uncomfortable.

"You can relax for a bit, you look tired." Lunafrost took to sitting nearby the apprentice and wrapped her tail around her paws. They'd have to practice it a little more, but for now, she was rather happy with the apprentice. "You learn faster then I did when I was your age. The first time I tried a back kick I pushed off way too hard and ended up flipping myself onto my back." She recalled the memory with some bitterness, her mentor laughed at her. "No sharp pain or aches anywhere?" She asked, recalling how one cat pulled a muscle during training before and hadn't noticed or maybe just hadn't said anything. The repercussions hadn't been good.

[Dirtfur]

As the rays of dawn lit up half of Redpaw's face, the apprentice opened his eye, but only a half way to protect from the brightness of the sun. Is almost time for Redpaw's training with Leaftail, his mentor. The red tom got up and stretched their legs, strolling into the ShadowClan's clearing to speak with Leaftail. Redpaw wasn't excited today, he was filled with apprehensiveness. He still remembers the threats, the leader's dreadful passing, all that. StarClan, please give us a sign of hope.

[Dirtfur]

To wait the for her apprentice to come out, Leaftail watches the clouds goes by. She wasn't bothered by the death of the leader. What is bothering her is the threats, she doesn't want Redpaw to get harm just like her last apprentice. Soon she started feeling distressed. What is taking him so long?!
Thoughted Leaftail. As if gifted by StarClan themselves, Redpaw has finally came out of the apprentices' den. "Hello Redpaw." meowed Leaftail. "Hello Leaftail!" replied the red apprentice. Leaftail gave her apprentice a smile. "As you already know, you will be hunting for fresh-kills outside of ShadowClan Camp, but don't cross the borders, got it?" Questioned Leaftail. As Redpaw nodded, the tom sprinted outside of ShadowClan's camp. What challenges awaited for the red furball?

[pidgeon]

Spider-Leap

Owlfeather strode around the empty camp. Everybody had been so busy, and she felt a muted sense of pride thinking about how her clanmates seemed to be taking up the mantle and carrying out clan duties as usual.
Still, the fresh-kill pile seemed barren as ever. Patrols had been having a difficult time finding prey, and she wondered if the fires in ThunderClan were scaring it all away. She decided she would gather a hunting patrol.
Looking around the camp, she worried that there wouldn't be enough cats still around to join her. Luckily, though, she caught sight of a gray tom emerging from the warrior's den.
"Greetings, Greythrush," the old tortoiseshell dipped her head in greeting to her clanmate. "If you're not busy, would you like to join me for a hunt?" She croaked. Her voice was tired and a bit weak, both from stress and from trying to keep up with all that needed doing. With nobody to give definite orders, she had felt like she needed to be working constantly.

[The Flying Pizza]

Spider-Leap

Owlfeather strode around the empty camp. Everybody had been so busy, and she felt a muted sense of pride thinking about how her clanmates seemed to be taking up the mantle and carrying out clan duties as usual.
Still, the fresh-kill pile seemed barren as ever. Patrols had been having a difficult time finding prey, and she wondered if the fires in ThunderClan were scaring it all away. She decided she would gather a hunting patrol.
Looking around the camp, she worried that there wouldn't be enough cats still around to join her. Luckily, though, she caught sight of a gray tom emerging from the warrior's den.
"Greetings, Greythrush," the old tortoiseshell dipped her head in greeting to her clanmate. "If you're not busy, would you like to join me for a hunt?" She croaked. Her voice was tired and a bit weak, both from stress and from trying to keep up with all that needed doing. With nobody to give definite orders, she had felt like she needed to be working constantly.


Greythrush looked and tilted his head respectfully. "Sure, I haven't been out on patrols in a while..." With that thought of going back out on the dirt, trying to get over his mate's death..yes he knew he had to stop being pathetic and toughen up but no matter what it always returned. "Let's go then.." his voice was slightly cracked.

[Moonraven]

Tigperpaw paused in his search for his stupid sister in order to pull out more needles out of one of his front paws. As much as he didn't mind joining a new clan, he wished Shadowclan had picked an area filled with fewer pine trees. The amber-eyed apprentice twisted his head around when he heard the soft paw steps of his sister, he wasn't exactly certain what compelled him to do some of the things he did to her. Sometimes he just couldn't help himself, like now for instance. As soon as Softpaw was within a tail length of him, he rose up to his full height, which was not much but the three moon difference between the two of them was pretty big at the moment.

He was not kind and he was pretty certain he shouldn't have put so much power behind it, but it was too late by then to reconsider his actions. He raised his right front paw and goes to bring it down straight against her head. It would hurt if it connected, could easily knock the smaller apprentice right off her paws, with a loud thwacking noise to add to the damage. "Don't just run up to me, mousedung, you'll get me even dirtier." He sneered while hissing at his sister. Once in a blue moon, he'd feel bad about being so terrible to her, but for right now he just needed to relieve some stress and Softpaw was his only target. "Stupid furball." He muttered, sitting down to try and bathe himself and clean his pelt. "Get over here and help me clean my pelt, that's all your good for." The tom meowed while rolling his eyes.

Rosethorn, of course, merely watched her two kits interact, she didn't seem at all concerned about how Tigerpaw treated his sister. In fact, she silently chastised her daughter in her mind, Softpaw needed to learn to grow a backbone. She figured Tigerpaw would help her with that, plus they were siblings, this was a good bonding experience for them. So the mother stayed out of it.


Softpaw was expecting the cruel commentary, that was normal when dealing with her brother. She was not expecting the hit, she didn't normally get hit unless they were sparring with each other and by that she meant him basically using her as his toy. Today, his mood was downright horrible apparently. The little cat buckled underneath the sheer force of the blow, her chin slammed into the dirt and pain blistered in her mouth and throbbed against her skull. It hurt, it really really hurt. Softpaw slumped there winded, the pain wouldn't stop. A small tear shed itself from her blue eye as she remained unmoving, praying to Starclan to make the pain go away.

It eventually became bearable enough to move again, her legs trembling as she climbed to her paws. There were sharp slivers discomfort in her mouth and she could taste the gross metallic blood from where her tongue had caught itself on her fangs. A few more tears formed within her eyes making them watery, yet she did her best to keep them from falling as she sat down on the ground. Her tongue was pulsing with anguish and felt rather swollen, moving it hurt.

She peered at the blurred forms of the cats she called kin, she couldn't make out their expressions thanks to the tears. Softpaw could guess them. She heard Tigerpaw demand to help clean his coat, it took a few gulps as she reached a shaking paw up to rub away her tears. "Erts." She whimpered out as best she could, talking and even swallowing hurt her mouth. Her words came out sounding strange even to her ears. She was a little dizzy and couldn't tell if she had a bump on her head or not. She kept her head bowed and her tail tucked in between her legs, pleading that her mother or someone would help her out just a little bit here.

[pidgeon]

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Owlfeather trudged into camp, her paws covered in soot and her mouth full of soggy prey. She dropped her mouse and a few frogs on the fresh-kill pile, sighing at how pitifully small it seemed to look. At least she knew why prey had been so scarce now. She was followed by Greythrush and Larkpaw, who seemed equally shaken up.
She didn't dare go to the highbranch. It wasn't right; it wasn't her place to stand there, to shout the summons that a leader normally would. She refused to do it, out of respect for Windystar. Instead, she waited in the center of the clearing, for cats to return from patrols or to emerge from their dens. She would speak to the other senior warriors first, with any luck.

She waited for the presence of her clanmates, of cats whose presence made her feel safe and strong. She felt like a speck of ash floating through an infinite forest of bare trees, just coasting along, going where the wind took her. She knew that the news would spread through the camp as quick as that fire had spread from ThunderClan.
As cats filed around her, the camp beginning to buzz with life, she quietly asked each one that passed her if they would wait here for a moment. It was important. She cherished the presence of her family members among the group, their kind eyes giving her a silent charge of confidence. She gazed towards the two cats who stood beside her and nodded.

"The fire has spread from ThunderClan," She spoke at last, once a fair number of cats had gathered. "Thank StarClan it didn't reach our camp, but a fair chunk of our territory has been affected. Greythrush, Larkpaw and I had a difficult time finding prey this morning when we stumbled upon what was left of the stretch of land closest to the ThunderClan border. The rains seem to have doused it, but we must use caution when going out, just in case. I'd imagine that there are many loose branches that could fall and hurt a cat." She carried on, her voice uncertain. Her tail was curled defensively around her paws, in a small gesture of self-comfort. "A lot of our prey seems to have fled due to the damage." At this notion, her eyes flicked towards the small pile of fresh-kill nearby. She hoped there was enough left to at least feed them for a day.

[The Flying Pizza]

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[OPEN]

Owlfeather trudged into camp, her paws covered in soot and her mouth full of soggy prey. She dropped her mouse and a few frogs on the fresh-kill pile, sighing at how pitifully small it seemed to look. At least she knew why prey had been so scarce now. She was followed by Greythrush and Larkpaw, who seemed equally shaken up.
She didn't dare go to the highbranch. It wasn't right; it wasn't her place to stand there, to shout the summons that a leader normally would. She refused to do it, out of respect for Windystar. Instead, she waited in the center of the clearing, for cats to return from patrols or to emerge from their dens. She would speak to the other senior warriors first, with any luck.

She waited for the presence of her clanmates, of cats whose presence made her feel safe and strong. She felt like a speck of ash floating through an infinite forest of bare trees, just coasting along, going where the wind took her. She knew that the news would spread through the camp as quick as that fire had spread from ThunderClan.
As cats filed around her, the camp beginning to buzz with life, she quietly asked each one that passed her if they would wait here for a moment. It was important. She cherished the presence of her family members among the group, their kind eyes giving her a silent charge of confidence. She gazed towards the two cats who stood beside her and nodded.

"The fire has spread from ThunderClan," She spoke at last, once a fair number of cats had gathered. "Thank StarClan it didn't reach our camp, but a fair chunk of our territory has been affected. Greythrush, Larkpaw and I had a difficult time finding prey this morning when we stumbled upon what was left of the stretch of land closest to the ThunderClan border. The rains seem to have doused it, but we must use caution when going out, just in case. I'd imagine that there are many loose branches that could fall and hurt a cat." She carried on, her voice uncertain. Her tail was curled defensively around her paws, in a small gesture of self-comfort. "A lot of our prey seems to have fled due to the damage." At this notion, her eyes flicked towards the small pile of fresh-kill nearby. She hoped there was enough left to at least feed them for a day.


Greythrush nodded. "We must be careful while we try to hunt or even go on our usual duties..a-" he was interrupted by a cat in the crowd. some cat he didn't want to hear from.

[TitaniumCat]

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[OPEN]

Owlfeather trudged into camp, her paws covered in soot and her mouth full of soggy prey. She dropped her mouse and a few frogs on the fresh-kill pile, sighing at how pitifully small it seemed to look. At least she knew why prey had been so scarce now. She was followed by Greythrush and Larkpaw, who seemed equally shaken up.
She didn't dare go to the highbranch. It wasn't right; it wasn't her place to stand there, to shout the summons that a leader normally would. She refused to do it, out of respect for Windystar. Instead, she waited in the center of the clearing, for cats to return from patrols or to emerge from their dens. She would speak to the other senior warriors first, with any luck.

She waited for the presence of her clanmates, of cats whose presence made her feel safe and strong. She felt like a speck of ash floating through an infinite forest of bare trees, just coasting along, going where the wind took her. She knew that the news would spread through the camp as quick as that fire had spread from ThunderClan.
As cats filed around her, the camp beginning to buzz with life, she quietly asked each one that passed her if they would wait here for a moment. It was important. She cherished the presence of her family members among the group, their kind eyes giving her a silent charge of confidence. She gazed towards the two cats who stood beside her and nodded.

"The fire has spread from ThunderClan," She spoke at last, once a fair number of cats had gathered. "Thank StarClan it didn't reach our camp, but a fair chunk of our territory has been affected. Greythrush, Larkpaw and I had a difficult time finding prey this morning when we stumbled upon what was left of the stretch of land closest to the ThunderClan border. The rains seem to have doused it, but we must use caution when going out, just in case. I'd imagine that there are many loose branches that could fall and hurt a cat." She carried on, her voice uncertain. Her tail was curled defensively around her paws, in a small gesture of self-comfort. "A lot of our prey seems to have fled due to the damage." At this notion, her eyes flicked towards the small pile of fresh-kill nearby. She hoped there was enough left to at least feed them for a day.

Weaseljaw sighed. Why did our territory have to catch on fire? He thought to himself silently. As if we don't have enough going on. He glanced at the Highbranch, longing for Windystar, or perhaps any decent leader.
When he heard the next part, Weaseljaw glanced over to the fresh-kill pile. It was rather measly, with hungry cats complaining slightly over the meager shares. Now nowhere was good for hunting. Thunderclan borders were burned, and Riverclan would freak if they took one pawstep on the border.
Weaseljaw had never been a big eater, but this had affected him greatly. Out of nowhere he blurted out,"I think I might be able to get some prey from near the Riverclan side." He flinched at the senior warriors' surprised glares, but he continued. "I've always been well as a scout of solo missions, and perhaps I'll do the best I can while staying near the border."
Weaseljaw instantly felt stupid, but it was worth a shot. Riverclan was quick and wary on borders, but Weaseljaw was sly like a fox and wiry like a weasel. He might, just might be able get some prey for his Clan.
As the sand brown cat waited for his answer, he realized something. I never asked if the medicine cat was to choose a new deputy or leader. I'll need to tell him later. Someone must heed the call of Starclan eventually.

[Moonraven]

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Lunafrost and Whiteshadow turned their attention to Owlfeather as cats gathered around her, Greythrush, and Larkpaw. The two padded over to see what the commotion was about. Lunafrost scowled deeply as she heard about the fire, she did her best to look on the bright side and be glad that it hadn't hit the camp. Still, the lack of prey was going to be a problem, thankfully it wasn't Leaf-bare just yet. Whiteshadow rarely voiced his opinion unless he felt it necessary so just observed the clan as Lunafrost turned her eyes over to Weaslejaw as he spoke up about hunting near Riverclan. That sounded far to risk a plan to her.

"I'm not so sure about hunting to close to Riverclan, we already have them down our throats about the borders." She voiced, no leader, no deputy, and now a lack of prey, she didn't like the idea of risking Riverclan irate or them twisting the story around and calling them prey stealers and coming to take what little prey they had. "If the area around Thunderclan is dangerous perhaps keeping the apprentices away from there might be a good idea?" She adds, nose twitching at the thought of a branch or worse harming her apprentice, Rabbitpaw. "Could hunting in places we don't normally hunt help find more prey?" She offered what she was hoping was something helpful.

[Dirtfur]

Spider-Leap

[OPEN]

Owlfeather trudged into camp, her paws covered in soot and her mouth full of soggy prey. She dropped her mouse and a few frogs on the fresh-kill pile, sighing at how pitifully small it seemed to look. At least she knew why prey had been so scarce now. She was followed by Greythrush and Larkpaw, who seemed equally shaken up.
She didn't dare go to the highbranch. It wasn't right; it wasn't her place to stand there, to shout the summons that a leader normally would. She refused to do it, out of respect for Windystar. Instead, she waited in the center of the clearing, for cats to return from patrols or to emerge from their dens. She would speak to the other senior warriors first, with any luck.

She waited for the presence of her clanmates, of cats whose presence made her feel safe and strong. She felt like a speck of ash floating through an infinite forest of bare trees, just coasting along, going where the wind took her. She knew that the news would spread through the camp as quick as that fire had spread from ThunderClan.
As cats filed around her, the camp beginning to buzz with life, she quietly asked each one that passed her if they would wait here for a moment. It was important. She cherished the presence of her family members among the group, their kind eyes giving her a silent charge of confidence. She gazed towards the two cats who stood beside her and nodded.

"The fire has spread from ThunderClan," She spoke at last, once a fair number of cats had gathered. "Thank StarClan it didn't reach our camp, but a fair chunk of our territory has been affected. Greythrush, Larkpaw and I had a difficult time finding prey this morning when we stumbled upon what was left of the stretch of land closest to the ThunderClan border. The rains seem to have doused it, but we must use caution when going out, just in case. I'd imagine that there are many loose branches that could fall and hurt a cat." She carried on, her voice uncertain. Her tail was curled defensively around her paws, in a small gesture of self-comfort. "A lot of our prey seems to have fled due to the damage." At this notion, her eyes flicked towards the small pile of fresh-kill nearby. She hoped there was enough left to at least feed them for a day.

Oh no! Leaftail hearing this news got her into distress over Redpaw catching nothing, but that's not what she is worried the most. What if he get lost?! What if he gets hurt? "What kind of mentor am I?!" gasped Leaftail.

[pidgeon]

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Lunafrost and Whiteshadow turned their attention to Owlfeather as cats gathered around her, Greythrush, and Larkpaw. The two padded over to see what the commotion was about. Lunafrost scowled deeply as she heard about the fire, she did her best to look on the bright side and be glad that it hadn't hit the camp. Still, the lack of prey was going to be a problem, thankfully it wasn't Leaf-bare just yet. Whiteshadow rarely voiced his opinion unless he felt it necessary so just observed the clan as Lunafrost turned her eyes over to Weaslejaw as he spoke up about hunting near Riverclan. That sounded far to risk a plan to her.

"I'm not so sure about hunting to close to Riverclan, we already have them down our throats about the borders." She voiced, no leader, no deputy, and now a lack of prey, she didn't like the idea of risking Riverclan irate or them twisting the story around and calling them prey stealers and coming to take what little prey they had. "If the area around Thunderclan is dangerous perhaps keeping the apprentices away from there might be a good idea?" She adds, nose twitching at the thought of a branch or worse harming her apprentice, Rabbitpaw. "Could hunting in places we don't normally hunt help find more prey?" She offered what she was hoping was something helpful.
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"Believe me, I hate the idea of hunting near RiverClan just as much as you do," Owlfeather spoke to Lunafrost, folding her ears back as she thought of the temperamental RiverClan deputy. She would love to tear his fur off if she ever got the chance. "But it might be either that, or starve."
There was a dark seriousness in her eyes as she pondered the fate of the clan. It seemed there was no end to ShadowClan's misfortune, and it was difficult to remain positive. She was grateful that she was not alone, at least, and she felt comforted by the presence of her clanmates.
"And I think Lunafrost is right. Not only apprentices, but all cats, should try their best to avoid the burnt area unless absolutely necessary. The last thing we need right now is unnecessary casualties, and we don't know whether or not the fire is done spreading."

[Dirtfur]

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"Believe me, I hate the idea of hunting near RiverClan just as much as you do," Owlfeather spoke to Lunafrost, folding her ears back as she thought of the temperamental RiverClan deputy. She would love to tear his fur off if she ever got the chance. "But it might be either that, or starve."
There was a dark seriousness in her eyes as she pondered the fate of the clan. It seemed there was no end to ShadowClan's misfortune, and it was difficult to remain positive. She was grateful that she was not alone, at least, and she felt comforted by the presence of her clanmates.
"And I think Lunafrost is right. Not only apprentices, but all cats, should try their best to avoid the burnt area unless absolutely necessary. The last thing we need right now is unnecessary casualties, and we don't know whether or not the fire is done spreading."
Leaftail flinched at Owlfeather's words as Owlfeather spoke about all cats avoiding the areas that were burnt by the fire. StarClan, please let Redpaw survive! prayed Leaftail. "I-I..I let my apprentice go hunt patrolling by th-themselves! Is all my fault that he's going to get burned!" stuttered Leaftail as she spoke up to her clanmates.

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[pidgeon]

Leaftail flinched at Owlfeather's words as Owlfeather spoke about all cats avoiding the areas that were burnt by the fire. StarClan, please let Redpaw survive! prayed Leaftail. "I-I..I let my apprentice go hunt patrolling by th-themselves! Is all my fault that he's going to get burned!" stuttered Leaftail as she spoke up to her clanmates.

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"You sent an apprentice out on his own, and you're not watching him?" Owlfeather's jaw dropped. It was almost unheard of to send an apprentice out alone, with the exception of assessments, when the mentor was hiding and watching from afar. It was especially distressing due to the current political climate with RiverClan. Owlfeather's motherly instincts made her want to yowl at Leaftail for sending Redpaw out by himself. She forced herself to calm down, to make her fur lie flat.
"Do you know how dangerous that is, when we're on the brink of war with RiverClan?" She had suppressed most of her anger, but she still sounded very stern and serious. Her eyes, however, betrayed her fear and concern for Redpaw's well-being. "You must find him and bring him back, quickly, before he stumbles upon the fire himself!"

[The Flying Pizza]

"You sent an apprentice out on his own, and you're not watching him?" Owlfeather's jaw dropped. It was almost unheard of to send an apprentice out alone, with the exception of assessments, when the mentor was hiding and watching from afar. It was especially distressing due to the current political climate with RiverClan. Owlfeather's motherly instincts made her want to yowl at Leaftail for sending Redpaw out by himself. She forced herself to calm down, to make her fur lie flat.
"Do you know how dangerous that is, when we're on the brink of war with RiverClan?" She had suppressed most of her anger, but she still sounded very stern and serious. Her eyes, however, betrayed her fear and concern for Redpaw's well-being. "You must find him and bring him back, quickly, before he stumbles upon the fire himself!"


"Owlfeather...." Greythrush's voice mumbled quietly.

[Dirtfur]

"Owlfeather...." Greythrush's voice mumbled quietly.
Leaftail's ears twitched and responds to the tom's comment. "No Greythrush, Owlfeather is right," meowed Leaftail, looking down. "Training Redpaw is my responsibility. And it is still my responsibility for losing them." Leaftail noted. The pathetic molly gave Owlfeather a look of respect. "I'll be right back, I am so sorry for my lack of responsibility." In a blink of an eye, Leaftail sprint towards the exit of the camp to find the missing apprentice. I am terribly sorry StarClan...

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[The Flying Pizza]

Leaftail's ears twitched and responds to the tom's comment. "No Greythrush, Owlfeather is right," meowed Leaftail, looking down. "Training Redpaw is my responsibility. And it is still my responsibility for losing them." Leaftail noted. The pathetic molly gave Owlfeather a look of respect. "I'll be right back, I am so sorry for my lack of responsibility." In a blink of an eye, Leaftail sprint towards the exit of the camp to find the missing apprentice. I am terribly sorry StarClan...

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Greythrush nodded. “Good luck, Leaftail.”

[Moonraven]

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Snowfrost lashed her tail, but other then that did not disagree with Owlfeather's words. Sometimes there was no life without risks. Her eyes turned towards Leaftail with her eyes slightly widened, she wondered if the cat had bees for brains. Who in their right mind sent their apprentice out alone? She was pretty sure it was a rule that apprentices weren't allowed to leave the camp without an older cat, though she guessed it was different when a cat was daft enough to send their apprentice out on their own to hunt.

The feline didn't bother adding to what Owlfeaher said, there was no need to seeing as Leaftail seemed to get the message. Snowfrost did not have kits, but her own apprentice was close enough to her that thought of sending her out anywhere alone would grey her muzzle early. She watched as Leaftail took off out of the camp and faintly wondered if one of them should accompany her. Snowfrost's faith in the she-cat was somewhat lacking knowing that she'd send the younger generation out without any guidance, perhaps she was being a little harsh but in her mind, the truth hurt. She decided if the she-cat wasn't back in the next few moments she'd glance around for the pair herself.

"With Riverclan so hostile, perhaps solo patrols and hunting should be lessened." Whiteshadow voiced his concerns, eyes focusing on Owlfeather who seemed very irked yet was doing rather well controlling it. "Or stopped altogether until the Riverclan situation is settled?" This would keep cats from sending out apprentices on their own, avoiding Leaftail's mistake altogether. He didn't think it would be a problem for cats to take a partner when hunting or patrolling.

[Undertaker]

The shadows on the ground reflected an inhuman monster, large ears, and a big frame. A tail at the back that weaved back and forth like a snake ready to strike, but a shadow was all it was. The owner was a massive tom with desensitized and soulless eyes that swept the area with little interest. He moved with lethal and quiet grace, promising a calming and almost needed death to all those who dare step in his path. Even though he made his way along, he still managed to radiate a heavy air of pure confidence yet kept that icy mask of his on his face. His senses were turned off, just like a switch. A switch he had no control over. Was it so wrong, to feel like this? Or, to be precise, not feel most of the time?

To have no say in emotions, to be unable to tap into them at will? A part of him knew numbness brought nothing but trouble with those surrounding him, but he couldn't change who he was and arrogance and indifference came easily to him, like second nature, a thin skin, a shielding costume. It was the way he knew how to act, but he often didn't feel. Coldness, as icy and as bitter as it could be, never became too much to create warmth. The science of being so cold a person could burn had never associated with him. He sometimes wished it did, that way he'd have another item to add to his list. His memories vaporizing to be placed at the back of his mind, intertwining with his own dark dreams of the past, in which he dreamed of that death every time he closed his eyes. His attention shifted from himself and slowly he allowed his senses to take in the world around him.

Grimeyes' hollow gaze fell onto the cats gathered in the circle several tail lengths away from him. He listened as Owlfeather spoke of a fire that had reached their territory, Weaslejaw, and Snowfrost speaking up, along with Leaftail and something about her apprentice that unhinged Owlfeather a little bit. He listened but stayed out of the discussion itself. Seeing as the other older warriors seemed to be on top of how to handle everything, he kept to the shadows until he found something that bothered him.

[Dirtfur]

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Side by side when walking together, Redpaw and Leaftail returned back to their camp. Leaftail went over to the fresh-kill pile and drops the fresh kill into the pile. Redpaw stopped halfway center in the clearing, staring at Silverpelt wondering what went wrong in ShadowClan. A whisper in the apathetic cat's mind was heard, "Do not give up hope, Redpaw." the red tom shook their head, curious if that whisper was either from his heart or somewhere else, but he was positive that he was speaking to himself. The apprentice closed his eyes to rest and think, but was interrupted by his mentor's voice of wariness. "Redpaw I hope you're okay," mewed Leaftail as she licks her apprentice's whiskers. "Oh what was I thinking? Sending you outside of ShadowClan camp while there's a fir-" As if time had stopped, Leaftail froze solid, staring at nothing, and shedding tears out of her eyes. Redpaw was staring up at Leaftail, scared that her mentor might've be like that forever. "Sorry. Weaseljaw, can you watch o-over my apprentice?" The molly asked the senior warrior.

[The Flying Pizza]

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Snowfrost lashed her tail, but other then that did not disagree with Owlfeather's words. Sometimes there was no life without risks. Her eyes turned towards Leaftail with her eyes slightly widened, she wondered if the cat had bees for brains. Who in their right mind sent their apprentice out alone? She was pretty sure it was a rule that apprentices weren't allowed to leave the camp without an older cat, though she guessed it was different when a cat was daft enough to send their apprentice out on their own to hunt.

The feline didn't bother adding to what Owlfeaher said, there was no need to seeing as Leaftail seemed to get the message. Snowfrost did not have kits, but her own apprentice was close enough to her that thought of sending her out anywhere alone would grey her muzzle early. She watched as Leaftail took off out of the camp and faintly wondered if one of them should accompany her. Snowfrost's faith in the she-cat was somewhat lacking knowing that she'd send the younger generation out without any guidance, perhaps she was being a little harsh but in her mind, the truth hurt. She decided if the she-cat wasn't back in the next few moments she'd glance around for the pair herself.

"With Riverclan so hostile, perhaps solo patrols and hunting should be lessened." Whiteshadow voiced his concerns, eyes focusing on Owlfeather who seemed very irked yet was doing rather well controlling it. "Or stopped altogether until the Riverclan situation is settled?" This would keep cats from sending out apprentices on their own, avoiding Leaftail's mistake altogether. He didn't think it would be a problem for cats to take a partner when hunting or patrolling.


Greythrush nodded. "They are mouse brains to blame us!." He hated the thought.

[The Flying Pizza]

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Greythrush was lying down outside the Warrior's den licking a paw.He hadn't slept too well the night before, keeping some of his fellow Clanmates awake most of the night, hissing at him to quit it.

[pidgeon]

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Owlfeather looked gratefully at Whiteshadow as he added his input, appreciating his support and ideas.
"That's a valuable point, Whiteshadow," she spoke, "Due to the political climate and now a fire in our territory, I think it would be wise to have patrols of no less than four cats. It's easier to watch out for each other with more eyes, and that way if anybody runs into a hostile RiverClan patrol, they stand a chance of defending themselves."
She surveyed the clearing, watching for cat's reactions to hers and Whiteshadow's words.

When she saw Leaftail emerge through the entrance tunnel with Redpaw, she let out an audible sigh of relief and her tensed shoulders seemed to relax. Even though Redpaw was not her apprentice, she would never forgive herself if some cat, especially one so young, fell to harm due to her negligence.
"Redpaw, I'm glad to see that you're safe," she purred. "From now on, please make sure to have a warrior with you when you leave, for your own safety." She knew his solo mission was not his fault, so her voice held no anger, only gentle patience.

[The Flying Pizza]

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Owlfeather looked gratefully at Whiteshadow as he added his input, appreciating his support and ideas.
"That's a valuable point, Whiteshadow," she spoke, "Due to the political climate and now a fire in our territory, I think it would be wise to have patrols of no less than four cats. It's easier to watch out for each other with more eyes, and that way if anybody runs into a hostile RiverClan patrol, they stand a chance of defending themselves."
She surveyed the clearing, watching for cat's reactions to hers and Whiteshadow's words.

When she saw Leaftail emerge through the entrance tunnel with Redpaw, she let out an audible sigh of relief and her tensed shoulders seemed to relax. Even though Redpaw was not her apprentice, she would never forgive herself if some cat, especially one so young, fell to harm due to her negligence.
"Redpaw, I'm glad to see that you're safe," she purred. "From now on, please make sure to have a warrior with you when you leave, for your own safety." She knew his solo mission was not his fault, so her voice held no anger, only gentle patience.


Greythrush looked up at Owlfeather. "I'm heading out on hunting, we need more prey than we thought.."

[Moonraven]

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Snowfrost nodded in agreement to Whiteshadow and Owlfeather's words, it seemed like a reasonable idea to her. Both cats turned their heads towards the incoming paw steps from the clan entrance. Snowfrost smiled a little seeing both clanmates had returned unharmed. Whiteshadow face was blank as normal, though, that twitch in his tail had finally stopped. The two turned to look at the looming black tom sitting off from the rest of them before returning their attention to the other three cats as Owlfeather spoke to Redpaw. Whiteshadow locked his eyes on Leaftail who for some unknown reason had tears gathering in her eyes.

He was rather certain no one had scolded her in a way that would bring tears, so whatever she was so upset about must be something she had to deal with. Still, the tom bends low while stretching his muscles before rising from where he had been sitting by Snowfrost. He pads over to Leaftail with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Why the tears?" He asked the molly, somewhat bluntly.

As Snowfrost hears Greythrush speak up about hunting, she gives the tom a peculiar look. "You have to take some cats with you." She told him, reminding him of what Whiteshadow and Owlfeather mentioned about solo patrols. "If you don't mind, I can tag along." She meowed, and as if noticing that a patrol was going out a miniature cat makes her presences known.

"Can I come too? As much as I love the camp, I really would like to get out of it once in a while." Elfinpaw's airy voice requested as the apprentice padded up with a dreamy smile on her maw.

[TitaniumCat]

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Snowfrost nodded in agreement to Whiteshadow and Owlfeather's words, it seemed like a reasonable idea to her. Both cats turned their heads towards the incoming paw steps from the clan entrance. Snowfrost smiled a little seeing both clanmates had returned unharmed. Whiteshadow face was blank as normal, though, that twitch in his tail had finally stopped. The two turned to look at the looming black tom sitting off from the rest of them before returning their attention to the other three cats as Owlfeather spoke to Redpaw. Whiteshadow locked his eyes on Leaftail who for some unknown reason had tears gathering in her eyes.

He was rather certain no one had scolded her in a way that would bring tears, so whatever she was so upset about must be something she had to deal with. Still, the tom bends low while stretching his muscles before rising from where he had been sitting by Snowfrost. He pads over to Leaftail with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Why the tears?" He asked the molly, somewhat bluntly.

As Snowfrost hears Greythrush speak up about hunting, she gives the tom a peculiar look. "You have to take some cats with you." She told him, reminding him of what Whiteshadow and Owlfeather mentioned about solo patrols. "If you don't mind, I can tag along." She meowed, and as if noticing that a patrol was going out a miniature cat makes her presences known.

"Can I come too? As much as I love the camp, I really would like to get out of it once in a while." Elfinpaw's airy voice requested as the apprentice padded up with a dreamy smile on her maw.

"And I would be honored to join the hunting party." Weaseljaw added. His hunting and ability to climb trees would serve well in a hunting patrol if it was in the right place.

[The Flying Pizza]

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Snowfrost nodded in agreement to Whiteshadow and Owlfeather's words, it seemed like a reasonable idea to her. Both cats turned their heads towards the incoming paw steps from the clan entrance. Snowfrost smiled a little seeing both clanmates had returned unharmed. Whiteshadow face was blank as normal, though, that twitch in his tail had finally stopped. The two turned to look at the looming black tom sitting off from the rest of them before returning their attention to the other three cats as Owlfeather spoke to Redpaw. Whiteshadow locked his eyes on Leaftail who for some unknown reason had tears gathering in her eyes.

He was rather certain no one had scolded her in a way that would bring tears, so whatever she was so upset about must be something she had to deal with. Still, the tom bends low while stretching his muscles before rising from where he had been sitting by Snowfrost. He pads over to Leaftail with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Why the tears?" He asked the molly, somewhat bluntly.

As Snowfrost hears Greythrush speak up about hunting, she gives the tom a peculiar look. "You have to take some cats with you." She told him, reminding him of what Whiteshadow and Owlfeather mentioned about solo patrols. "If you don't mind, I can tag along." She meowed, and as if noticing that a patrol was going out a miniature cat makes her presences known.

"Can I come too? As much as I love the camp, I really would like to get out of it once in a while." Elfinpaw's airy voice requested as the apprentice padded up with a dreamy smile on her maw.


Greythrush nodded. "True.." he looked t the apprentice and replied. "Okay but remember; we must be careful." He signaled the rest to follow as he padded for the entrance.

[pidgeon]

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"Good thinking, that makes four cats," Owlfeather grinned at her clanmates. Despite the horrible news of the fire, these cats were all dutifully functioning as normal, immediately acting on the newly set suggestion. It filled her with pride for her clan.
"We won't let our misfortune stop us. ShadowClan will carry on as it always has, and we will recover. I am proud to call myself your clanmate, all of you." Her old voice rasped as she rambled her little motivational speech. She was choked with emotion, so many thoughts swirling in her mind, but she had faith that everything would settle into place. These were strong cats who knew how to take care of themselves, and she would do everything she could to help them.

[The Flying Pizza]

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"Good thinking, that makes four cats," Owlfeather grinned at her clanmates. Despite the horrible news of the fire, these cats were all dutifully functioning as normal, immediately acting on the newly set suggestion. It filled her with pride for her clan.
"We won't let our misfortune stop us. ShadowClan will carry on as it always has, and we will recover. I am proud to call myself your clanmate, all of you." Her old voice rasped as she rambled her little motivational speech. She was choked with emotion, so many thoughts swirling in her mind, but she had faith that everything would settle into place. These were strong cats who knew how to take care of themselves, and she would do everything she could to help them.

Greythrush waved goodbye as he and the others padded out f the camp.

[The Flying Pizza]

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Larkpaw padded out from the Apprentice's Den, stretching a leg. "Ouch..."

[Moonraven]

Softpaw was seat off to the side nursering her sore tongue. The pain was still there, but not as bad as it had been. She wasn't going to bother the medicine cat about, Rosethorn said she'd be a bother if she did. She kept herself further off to the side of the camp, feeling rather miserable. Her ears perked up when she heard the sound of pain nearby. It wasn't like her be nosy, but since these cats were going to be her clanmates she figured she should make an effort if they were in pain. So against her better judgment and nervous nature, she padded nearby the apprentice den and spots Larkpaw. "A-A-Are you h-hurt?" She stuttered, words slightly slurred.

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[The Flying Pizza]

Softpaw was seat off to the side nursering her sore tongue. The pain was still there, but not as bad as it had been. She wasn't going to bother the medicine cat about, Rosethorn said she'd be a bother if she did. She kept herself further off to the side of the camp, feeling rather miserable. Her ears perked up when she heard the sound of pain nearby. It wasn't like her be nosy, but since these cats were going to be her clanmates she figured she should make an effort if they were in pain. So against her better judgment and nervous nature, she padded nearby the apprentice den and spots Larkpaw. "A-A-Are you h-hurt?" She stuttered, words slightly slurred.

Spider-Leap

Larkpaw shrugged but regretted it. "My leg hurts, that's all.." she smiled, trying not to let the pain shown.

[Moonraven]

Larkpaw shrugged but regretted it. "My leg hurts, that's all.." she smiled, trying not to let the pain shown.

Softpaw plastered one ear against her head as she tried to figure out if she should leave the cat alone or keep pestering her. She didn't look particularly mean nor like she was going to eat her... maybe Tigerpaw had been lying to her?! "D-Does i-i-i-it hurt a lot?" She asked, she wasn't a medicine cat but she's had to deal with Tigerpaw enough that she could help with really small things. "Do y-y-y-you wa-wa-want me to f-f-find a bigger c-c-cat?" She honestly hoped the apprentice said no, although she offered it, Softpaw truly was terrified of a majority of the adults here.

[The Flying Pizza]

Softpaw plastered one ear against her head as she tried to figure out if she should leave the cat alone or keep pestering her. She didn't look particularly mean nor like she was going to eat her... maybe Tigerpaw had been lying to her?! "D-Does i-i-i-it hurt a lot?" She asked, she wasn't a medicine cat but she's had to deal with Tigerpaw enough that she could help with really small things. "Do y-y-y-you wa-wa-want me to f-f-find a bigger c-c-cat?" She honestly hoped the apprentice said no, although she offered it, Softpaw truly was terrified of a majority of the adults here.
Larkpw shook her head. "No thanks.."

[Dirtfur]

Moonraven
Turning her head to see the tom warrior, Leaftail shook her head back and forth. "J-just the smoke got into my eye that's all, yeah!" lied Leaftail in a gruffy tone. In an instance thought, Leaftail bends over and whispered to Whiteshadow. "Can you take care of Redpaw for me, Whiteshadow? Please?" the ears of the golden brown molly laid down, hoping that the tom won't ask why

[Dirtfur]

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"Yes, Owlfeather," replied Redpaw, looking fixedly at Owlfeather, his eyes was clouded with confidence, but mixed with sorrow and pain. "I am sorry, Leaftail for hunting alone." the apprentice added as he turned towards his clumsy mentor, who responded Redpaw's apology by wincing.

[Moonraven]

Spiderleap
Softpaw twitched an ear, uncertain on what she should do with the other apprentice. If she didn't need a big cat, Softpaw assumed it wasn't too bad. On the other paw, if Larkpaw was just lying she'd feel bad about not helping her. This was one of the many reasons Softpaw disliked interacting with others, she was far too uncertain for this.

Dirtfur
Whiteshadow didn't bother calling the she-cat out on her lie, it wasn't like him to badger a cat when it was clear they didn't want to talk. The large senior warrior's frown grew deeper at the request to care for her apprentice. He looked over to Redpaw without losing his frown. He didn't have an apprentice at the moment so he supposed as so long as someone was watching Elfinpaw he could spare the time to kittensit. "Very well, but whatever it is you're doing I hope you don't take long." He meowed in a deep tone. Even though it bothered him, he could see that Leaftail didn't want to talk about it.

[Dirtfur]

"Thank you, Whiteshadow!" cried Leaftail as she goes to the warrior's den. Redpaw awkwardly looks up at the big warrior, blinking with trust. It was the first time the red furball met Whiteshadow. "So," meowed the nervous apprentice."What shall I do next?"
Moonraven

[Moonraven]

Dirtfur

The maine coon sighed softly as the she-cat took to warrior's den. He dropped his head down to peer at the smaller apprentice without losing his scowl, the look on Redpaw's face reminded him greatly of his daughter. Were all apprentices so blindly trustful? Redpaw's question was a good one, Whiteshadow didn't have anything actually planned at the moment so he wasn't sure what to do with him. "Well, you figure it out." He meowed, normally with Elfinpaw he just went along with whatever she wanted to it was easier that way for him. "Do you have anything you want to learn or improve on? I've nothing to do at the moment so I don't mind teaching you."

[Dirtfur]

Moonraven
Redpaw gave a thoughtful moment before responding to Whiteshadow. "I haven't trained to fight for a while!" mewed the eager apprentice, giving the maine coon a look of challenge.

[Moonraven]

Dirtfur

Whiteshadow chuckled softly underneath his breath at Redpaw's requested. All apprentices seemed to enjoy a good fight, the older warrior hadn't had the chance to properly stretch his muscles in a while so he didn't mind the thought of battle training. "What's moves have Leaftail already taught you?" He wondered, if Whiteshadow didn't think the tom needed any new lessons then he would not mind doing a mock battle with him.

[Dirtfur]

Moonraven
The Selkirk rex apprentice, still gazing at Whiteshadow, gaped at the older tom for mentioning what moves had Leaftail taught. His eyes betrayed his excitement. "Leaftail taught me how to back kick, back rake, and strike my enemies with my front paws!" Redpaw trilled.

[Dirtfur]

Finally away from her mistakes, Leaftail trudged into the ShadowClan's warriors' den. Leaftail thought it was disrespectful to leave Redpaw behind with another warrior that she doesn't even know, but does it anyways to get rest from the mistakes she caused. She knows it won't help as her memories of her past keeps coming back to haunt her, every night and day until she'll walks with StarClan of old age, or some other way that will kill the exhausted molly. Leaftail rested on her bedding, a wave of sleep washed over her as she closed her eyes.

[wren]

So strange to have so many clan-shaking events happen at once, and so soon after Dampbark's warrior ceremony. He had barely any time to 'enjoy' the new role of warrior before Windystar was mauled at the border by a dog, and Forestshade stepped down as deputy, effectively leaving the clan without much form of leadership, aside from the senior warriors and the medicine cat. And yet, the young warrior couldn't bring himself to worry, in fact, he saw it as a fascinating opportunity to talk to other cats and make friends in this time of turmoil. The cats of the clan were anxious, ready to talk to anyone they could, bubble out the worry they had trapped inside themselves of the future of their clan. Would they end up like Skyclan, piling themselves onto another clan, or would they end up like the Dusk Syndicate, totally disbanding and leaving them effectively loners, no order or control? A fascinating idea. But the thing that Dampbark wanted to do most right now, was cozy up to others and have as many allies as possible. Who knows what the future had in store.
Gaze flickering up past the tall, evergreen trees, the tom with short, damp-looking fur caught the flash of lightning, his spine tingling with excitement. This weather always got cats riled up and ready to talk out of nervousness. Edging out into the clearing, his yellow eyes raked across the scene, finding cats huddled together, talking in hushed whispers as if they were afraid that the very sound of their voice would cause the storm, both physically and metaphorically, to break and unleash hell upon them.

Having no intentions of butting into a group that had already formed, Dampbark instead began to head towards the camp entrance. Though he himself was not assigned to watch duty, there was always at least one cat there. Surely whoever was guarding was lonely, perhaps even frightened of the current weather events. Putting on his own expression that looked both worried and eager to sate the 'worry' with a good conversation, the tom with swirled brown fur edged closer to the white tom posted at the camp entrance. "D-Do.. You think this storm is an omen, that Starclan is angry with our clan for something?" His voice drifted out as he approached Troutsplash, his gaze looking upwards, as if he were expecting the downpour and lightning to come at any moment.

(( sorry this was kind of late (: )

However glum it appeared, he sought to make the best of the situation or at least to keep the optimism most others lacked. It proved to be a huge task considering everybody around him was so set on doom and gloom, and of course he was worried. His entire lifestyle was in jeopardy and everybody else around him. Perhaps it was time to come to terms with the lack of leadership, Agaveheart hadn’t been around long which proved hard enough whenever she tried to step in as the only highrank shadowclan had, there was backlash and she didn’t seem to keen on facing it. It didn’t seem like she was going to appoint anybody soon- shadowclan was going to have to buckle down until some sort of solution popped up. But how long could they wait? Perhaps it was best to get his closest friends and ride the storm out, Just like everybody else.
Glance gently floating upwards towards the swirling clouds above him he felt a raindrop plop right down onto his nose.
The tom recoiled and shook the remaining water from his snout with a sneeze- looking rather amused as opposed to frustrated he brushed his snout off with his paw just as Dampbark appeared in his line of sight. His worn expression gently lightened and the corners of his lips curled into a smile. ‘ ‘ Omen? ‘ ‘ he glanced up and examined the clouds for a moment. He’d never lived through an omen, who was he to really to say it was.. Or wasn’t? ‘ ‘ No. I don’t think so. ‘ ‘ he murmured not quite sure he even had himself fooled.

Pinning his ears to the back of his head as lightning lit up the clearing for a split second interrupting his last thought, followed by the roaring of thunder shaking the very ground beneath him, he felt the staticy feeling of anticipation. He enjoyed storms, what created such a thunderous boom? How did the sky light up. He found his chin tilted up to the sky, the swirling clouds shifting and ever changing in the wind. He shivered again before dropping back into the conversation ‘ ‘ I think it’s a good break from the hot weather if you ask me- I might be biased though. My fur is thick enough to warm all day through rain ‘ ‘ he said with a smile sitting up to come to the toms level eyes glinting with warmth. ‘ ‘ you- you are dampbark aren’t you? I think I caught the tail end of your ceremony ‘ ‘ he said tilting his head to the side. He could recall the new warrior name but fairly vaguely, the tom however fit the description damp. He did look soaking with the contrast of his fur.

[Moonraven]

Dirtfur

Whiteshadow tossed around the information given to him, frowning however that was normal. He supposed that would be enough for a battle without him needing to teach him anything further, besides, even if Whiteshadow taught Redpaw something new it would take a little time to get the hang of the move. Battling was mostly about improvising, rarely was anything planned out in the heat of the moment, at least that how it was for the senior warrior. "That'll do, impress me and I'll think about teaching you something new." He meowed, rising to his paws and padding off towards the entrance without speaking, he kneaded his tail over his back tell Redpaw to keep up as he led them out of the camp and to the training grounds.

[Dirtfur]

Dirtfur

Whiteshadow tossed around the information given to him, frowning however that was normal. He supposed that would be enough for a battle without him needing to teach him anything further, besides, even if Whiteshadow taught Redpaw something new it would take a little time to get the hang of the move. Battling was mostly about improvising, rarely was anything planned out in the heat of the moment, at least that how it was for the senior warrior. "That'll do, impress me and I'll think about teaching you something new." He meowed, rising to his paws and padding off towards the entrance without speaking, he kneaded his tail over his back tell Redpaw to keep up as he led them out of the camp and to the training grounds.
Feeling butterflies in his belly, Redpaw followed Whiteshadow to ShadowClan's training grounds. "I won't let you down, Whiteshadow!" mewed the excited, yet nervous Selkirk rex.

[mochi]

Lunafrost allowed her legs to buckle underneath her to lay down as she took to silently observing the apprentice's progress. Unlike most mentors who would offer a word of advice, Lunafrost was more interesting in seeing how Rabbitpaw fared without her input. She internally winced at the first attempt, the way Rabbitpaw's muzzle connected with the ground seemed rather painful in Lunafrost's eyes. Instead of getting up and checking on the apprentice, she kept still, nothing beyond the way her tail swung behind her expressed her concern.

Lunafrost had a more independent teaching method, she's the kind of cat who would teach someone how to swim by pushing them in the water. It was not how she was taught it was merely how she did things. A surge of pride swelled in her chest as she saw Rabbitpaw simply got up and tried the move again. There was no whine nor bouts of frustration, Lunafrost liked that she learned from her mistakes without needing Lunafrost to comment on them. She picked herself up after every failure and pushed on. A small smile crossed her maw as Rabbitpaw finally got the move down. It wasn't perfect and clearly would need more practice, but all in all, Rabbitpaw had surpassed Lunafrost's expectations.

"You did very well." The warrior pushed herself to her paws and padded over to the panting apprentice. The she-cat dipped her head to touch noses with the younger cat, it was something she did unconsciously with younger cats. Her parents often rewarded her with such a gesture when she came back to camp and showed them a new move she learned or when she got rare praise from her mentor. It always made her feel like all that tiring work was worth it just for that. She didn't seem to be aware or notice if she was making the apprentice uncomfortable.

"You can relax for a bit, you look tired." Lunafrost took to sitting nearby the apprentice and wrapped her tail around her paws. They'd have to practice it a little more, but for now, she was rather happy with the apprentice. "You learn faster then I did when I was your age. The first time I tried a back kick I pushed off way too hard and ended up flipping myself onto my back." She recalled the memory with some bitterness, her mentor laughed at her. "No sharp pain or aches anywhere?" She asked, recalling how one cat pulled a muscle during training before and hadn't noticed or maybe just hadn't said anything. The repercussions hadn't been good.

school sucks. also, i noticed you changed Lunafrost's name to Snowfrost on her biography lol

Rabbitpaw
A proud purr rumbled in her chest at Snowfrost's words of praise, and her tail waved lightly behind her in triumph. She respected the senior warrior. She was strong, tough, collected, and someone Rabbitpaw truly admired. Being praised by - in her opinion - one of the coolest warriors in the clan, sent warmth spreading from her ear tips to her toes.

Then at the touch of Snowfrost's nose on her own, she jumped slightly in shock, her eyes widening at the gentle show of affection. It was...nice. She wasn't expecting it, but it was nice. It made it feel like all that effort was worth it, and the tense muscles in her shoulders and back loosened.

"Oh, uh, right." She plopped her rear-end on the ground, giving her worked legs a rest. Her folded ears twitched as she listened to Snowfrost, wide yellow eyes watching intently. "Really?" She would have thought the senior warrior would have gotten it on the first try, and hearing how it ended up similar to her own experience felt almost...enlightening. Like, one day she might grow to be as strong and capable as her mentor. And that thought sent an excited tingle through her pelt.

"Wha-? Oh," She was shaken out of her reverie at Snowfrost's question. She scrunched up her nose, bringing back the dull ache from smacking it against the ground. It didn't feel serious, just like a big bruise more than anything. "Just some bruises, I'll be fine."

[Moonraven]

school sucks. also, i noticed you changed Lunafrost's name to Snowfrost on her biography lol

Rabbitpaw
A proud purr rumbled in her chest at Snowfrost's words of praise, and her tail waved lightly behind her in triumph. She respected the senior warrior. She was strong, tough, collected, and someone Rabbitpaw truly admired. Being praised by - in her opinion - one of the coolest warriors in the clan, sent warmth spreading from her ear tips to her toes.

Then at the touch of Snowfrost's nose on her own, she jumped slightly in shock, her eyes widening at the gentle show of affection. It was...nice. She wasn't expecting it, but it was nice. It made it feel like all that effort was worth it, and the tense muscles in her shoulders and back loosened.

"Oh, uh, right." She plopped her rear-end on the ground, giving her worked legs a rest. Her folded ears twitched as she listened to Snowfrost, wide yellow eyes watching intently. "Really?" She would have thought the senior warrior would have gotten it on the first try, and hearing how it ended up similar to her own experience felt almost...enlightening. Like, one day she might grow to be as strong and capable as her mentor. And that thought sent an excited tingle through her pelt.

"Wha-? Oh," She was shaken out of her reverie at Snowfrost's question. She scrunched up her nose, bringing back the dull ache from smacking it against the ground. It didn't feel serious, just like a big bruise more than anything. "Just some bruises, I'll be fine."

[I did change her name, Luna is Spanish so not English prefix so I was asked to change it. Snowfrost was the only name I could think of changing it too, I'm still adjusting to the change, I keep needing to double-check I'm writing Snow instead of Luna every time lol]

Snowfrost found it funny to see that Rabbitpaw appeared surprised to hear that she was not a prodigy during her apprenticeship. Snowfrost's personality had matured more and more as she grew, however, when younger she had not been as cool and collective as she was now. She got frustrated easily and had a bad habit of pushing others away as an apprentice, she had an interesting role model that helped mold her into the cat she was today.

"Are you accident prone?" She asked the rhetorical question with a small grin and a head tilt after learning Rabbitpaw had managed to hurt herself. Snowfrost recalled how she also taking that spill upon entering the training grounds as well. Considering Rabbitpaw was still growing, Snowfrost wasn't too concerned about the clumsiness assuming she'd grow out of it. Her eyes swerved from the apprentice to the pair of cats walking into the training grounds.

Dirtfur
Whiteshadow fought off a yawn as he led Redpaw towards their destination. The lingering scents in the air claimed his attention as his ears lifted with interest and his yellow eyes caught sight of the gray-blue warrior and a smaller feline beside her.

"Snowfrost," He greets her as he turned his large frame and made his way over to her, making sure his... part-time apprentice was keeping up. Whiteshadow often forgot how large he was and tended to move at his own pace without any consideration for cats with shorter legs. It was a bad habit he was working on. The tom eyed the female apprentice at his old friend's side with an inquisitive glint in his eyes. He had heard Snowfrost got an apprentice though had yet to make her acquaintance, he has seen Rabbitpaw though never spoken to her.

"Whiteshadow, did Leaftail trade you Redpaw for Elfinpaw?" Snowfrost teased, amused to see him with the young apprentice. The tom rolled his eyes, lowering his bottom to the earth yet still managed to tower over the cats present.

"No, I'm merely looking after him." He meowed shortly and gruffly in his normal manner. "He wants to do some battle training so here we are." He explained, looking down at Redpaw. Whiteshadow expected great things from the tom, regardless of whether he was actually his apprentice or not, Whiteshadow liked Redpaw's attitude and personality.

[Dirtfur]

Snowfrost found it funny to see that Rabbitpaw appeared surprised to hear that she was not a prodigy during her apprenticeship. Snowfrost's personality had matured more and more as she grew, however, when younger she had not been as cool and collective as she was now. She got frustrated easily and had a bad habit of pushing others away as an apprentice, she had an interesting role model that helped mold her into the cat she was today.

"Are you accident prone?" She asked the rhetorical question with a small grin and a head tilt after learning Rabbitpaw had managed to hurt herself. Snowfrost recalled how she also taking that spill upon entering the training grounds as well. Considering Rabbitpaw was still growing, Snowfrost wasn't too concerned about the clumsiness assuming she'd grow out of it. Her eyes swerved from the apprentice to the pair of cats walking into the training grounds.

Dirtfur
Whiteshadow fought off a yawn as he led Redpaw towards their destination. The lingering scents in the air claimed his attention as his ears lifted with interest and his yellow eyes caught sight of the gray-blue warrior and a smaller feline beside her.

"Snowfrost," He greets her as he turned his large frame and made his way over to her, making sure his... part-time apprentice was keeping up. Whiteshadow often forgot how large he was and tended to move at his own pace without any consideration for cats with shorter legs. It was a bad habit he was working on. The tom eyed the female apprentice at his old friend's side with an inquisitive glint in his eyes. He had heard Snowfrost got an apprentice though had yet to make her acquaintance, he has seen Rabbitpaw though never spoken to her.

"Whiteshadow, did Leaftail trade you Redpaw for Elfinpaw?" Snowfrost teased, amused to see him with the young apprentice. The tom rolled his eyes, lowering his bottom to the earth yet still managed to tower over the cats present.

"No, I'm merely looking after him." He meowed shortly and gruffly in his normal manner. "He wants to do some battle training so here we are." He explained, looking down at Redpaw. Whiteshadow expected great things from the tom, regardless of whether he was actually his apprentice or not, Whiteshadow liked Redpaw's attitude and personality.
Looking up at the maine coon, Redpaw gave him a quirky smile. After smiling, the [I]part-time-apprentice of Whiteshadow turned his head and peered at Snowfrost then at Rabbitpaw. "Hi! I'm Redpaw, what's your name?" mewed Redpaw, eyes shone with enthusiasm. Sadly, the gleam in the red tom's eyes disappeared replaced by unease, secretly praying to StarClan for something good to happen after this or during this.
Moonraven little-life-light

[The Cannibal]

(( sorry this was kind of late (: )

However glum it appeared, he sought to make the best of the situation or at least to keep the optimism most others lacked. It proved to be a huge task considering everybody around him was so set on doom and gloom, and of course he was worried. His entire lifestyle was in jeopardy and everybody else around him. Perhaps it was time to come to terms with the lack of leadership, Agaveheart hadn’t been around long which proved hard enough whenever she tried to step in as the only highrank shadowclan had, there was backlash and she didn’t seem to keen on facing it. It didn’t seem like she was going to appoint anybody soon- shadowclan was going to have to buckle down until some sort of solution popped up. But how long could they wait? Perhaps it was best to get his closest friends and ride the storm out, Just like everybody else.
Glance gently floating upwards towards the swirling clouds above him he felt a raindrop plop right down onto his nose.
The tom recoiled and shook the remaining water from his snout with a sneeze- looking rather amused as opposed to frustrated he brushed his snout off with his paw just as Dampbark appeared in his line of sight. His worn expression gently lightened and the corners of his lips curled into a smile. ‘ ‘ Omen? ‘ ‘ he glanced up and examined the clouds for a moment. He’d never lived through an omen, who was he to really to say it was.. Or wasn’t? ‘ ‘ No. I don’t think so. ‘ ‘ he murmured not quite sure he even had himself fooled.

Pinning his ears to the back of his head as lightning lit up the clearing for a split second interrupting his last thought, followed by the roaring of thunder shaking the very ground beneath him, he felt the staticy feeling of anticipation. He enjoyed storms, what created such a thunderous boom? How did the sky light up. He found his chin tilted up to the sky, the swirling clouds shifting and ever changing in the wind. He shivered again before dropping back into the conversation ‘ ‘ I think it’s a good break from the hot weather if you ask me- I might be biased though. My fur is thick enough to warm all day through rain ‘ ‘ he said with a smile sitting up to come to the toms level eyes glinting with warmth. ‘ ‘ you- you are dampbark aren’t you? I think I caught the tail end of your ceremony ‘ ‘ he said tilting his head to the side. He could recall the new warrior name but fairly vaguely, the tom however fit the description damp. He did look soaking with the contrast of his fur.
{Totally fine, my replies can take some time as well haha}

'Lovely, the rain is coming.' The thought drifted through the young toms mind as he felt one, and then two drops plop onto his back and head. There wasn't really an emotion associated with the thought, no anger, no disgust, no happiness, it was just a thought, an observation. He didn't have a problem with the rain or getting wet. There were few things that bothered Dampbark, and few things that stirred strong emotions within him. Sometimes even those were questionable, he wasn't sure if he fabricated the thought of them or not. Sometimes he felt as if he were a sociopath, incapable of feeling emotions in any form. It was confusing and it unnerved him, he tried to convince himself he was just apathetic most of the time, but.. He wasn't sure. Regardless, that wasn't why he was here right now, he wasn't here to discuss his internal turmoil with this other tom, he was here to talk. Here to make a 'friend'. A friend.. Was it a friend? He hasn't decided, most cats he was just collecting to run experiments, social experiments, on in the future. And to have cats on his side if things turned sour at any point in time. It was a good time in his life to make allies, he was young, he had moons upon moons to build these relationships and bonds.
Seeing the lightened expression and smile, a spark of possible joy fluttered in his chest. 'Open for conversation.' He loved seeing others receptive to conversation, it made his job easier, though he liked to think he could warm up anyone he came across. He tended to be particularly good with his words.

Playing his part, Dampbark would sigh quietly in relief as Troutsplash stated he didn't think it was an omen, deciding it was good enough, he wouldn't call him out on his lie. The only one who would know for sure was Agaveheart. Cats not used to omens could easily see this string of bad luck as a message from Starclan, they were paranoid like that. But Troutsplash saying that he didn't think so meant he was either trying to calm his 'nervousness', or he was an optimistic cat who didn't think the clan was being punished. It was a brief insight into the white furred tom.

Though he wasn't scared of lightning, the young warrior pretended to flinch in fear as the light lit up the area around them for a moment, followed by a rolling boom. He was going to say something, to keep the conversation going, but to his surprise the older warrior said something on his own. Dampbark turned his gaze from the sky to Troutsplash again. "That's a good way of looking a-at it, pretty optimistic.. But I much prefer the heat of greenleaf to the cold of leafbare w-with this short fur." It was hard, acting out a nervous stutter, but he liked to think he was doing well enough at it. The warmth in the others tom was nice, he seemed like a goodhearted cat, easy to befriend. "O-Oh, yes.. I'm still getting used t-to the new name it feels. I was hoping for a more f-fierce sounding name, like Damproar or Dampstrike, but I-I can't complain too much." Clearing his throat, the younger warrior shifted closer as more drops began to fall from the sky. "I-um.. I d-don't think I know your n-name though.."

[mochi]

[I did change her name, Luna is Spanish so not English prefix so I was asked to change it. Snowfrost was the only name I could think of changing it too, I'm still adjusting to the change, I keep needing to double-check I'm writing Snow instead of Luna every time lol]

Snowfrost found it funny to see that Rabbitpaw appeared surprised to hear that she was not a prodigy during her apprenticeship. Snowfrost's personality had matured more and more as she grew, however, when younger she had not been as cool and collective as she was now. She got frustrated easily and had a bad habit of pushing others away as an apprentice, she had an interesting role model that helped mold her into the cat she was today.

"Are you accident prone?" She asked the rhetorical question with a small grin and a head tilt after learning Rabbitpaw had managed to hurt herself. Snowfrost recalled how she also taking that spill upon entering the training grounds as well. Considering Rabbitpaw was still growing, Snowfrost wasn't too concerned about the clumsiness assuming she'd grow out of it. Her eyes swerved from the apprentice to the pair of cats walking into the training grounds.

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Whiteshadow fought off a yawn as he led Redpaw towards their destination. The lingering scents in the air claimed his attention as his ears lifted with interest and his yellow eyes caught sight of the gray-blue warrior and a smaller feline beside her.

"Snowfrost," He greets her as he turned his large frame and made his way over to her, making sure his... part-time apprentice was keeping up. Whiteshadow often forgot how large he was and tended to move at his own pace without any consideration for cats with shorter legs. It was a bad habit he was working on. The tom eyed the female apprentice at his old friend's side with an inquisitive glint in his eyes. He had heard Snowfrost got an apprentice though had yet to make her acquaintance, he has seen Rabbitpaw though never spoken to her.

"Whiteshadow, did Leaftail trade you Redpaw for Elfinpaw?" Snowfrost teased, amused to see him with the young apprentice. The tom rolled his eyes, lowering his bottom to the earth yet still managed to tower over the cats present.

"No, I'm merely looking after him." He meowed shortly and gruffly in his normal manner. "He wants to do some battle training so here we are." He explained, looking down at Redpaw. Whiteshadow expected great things from the tom, regardless of whether he was actually his apprentice or not, Whiteshadow liked Redpaw's attitude and personality.


ahh i see, and same here lol, i had to go back several times to change it to Snowfrost

Rabbitpaw
The young scottish fold chuckled agreeably at the rhetorical question. She wasn't the most graceful cat - that she would admit. It's not that she had horrid luck or anything of that sort. After all, she was an apprentice, and was still growing into her body. At times it felt like her legs were too fast for the rest of her body, or her head too big and heavy. She just hoped that once she became a warrior she'd be as graceful and collected as her mentor.

Noticing Snowfrost's eyes turn away from her, the young apprentice looked over her shoulder, appraising the two cats with curious eyes as they approached. The first to catch her eye was the enormous white tom. She'd seen him around camp every now and then, and was always in awe of how he seemed to exude strength and power. Up close he was certainly intimidating, though instead of curling in on herself in fear like some lesser cats might have done, she only sat up straighter. If she was going to be a capable and respectable warrior like her mentor, she wasn't going to allow herself to be intimidated by a fellow clanmate, or any cat for that matter.

Yellow eyes then turned on the apprentice at the large warrior's side. Like the older tom, she'd seen this apprentice around, but hadn't really talked to him much, if at all. He was probably a little older than herself, perhaps a moon or two going by size. Then again she was small for her age so that wasn't the best comparison.

She glanced over at Snowfrost as her mentor began conversing with the senior warrior, dubbing him as Whiteshadow. She listened, intrigued at Snowfrost's teasing tone of voice and easy persona. They must be close then, she thought, looking between the two of them with something akin to fascination. She normally noticed her mentor being closed off around the other cats in the clan, and seeing her interact with the white warrior in this fashion was an oddity to her.

She turned her attention back on the apprentice as he introduced himself to them with enthusiasm. "I'm Rabbitpaw." She grinned good-naturedly back, then her folded ears twitched as the words, 'battle training', passed through them. "Battle training?" She exclaimed, jumping to her paws and forgetting her faintly aching nose and legs. "That's what we're doing!"

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[Dirtfur]

ahh i see, and same here lol, i had to go back several times to change it to Snowfrost

Rabbitpaw
The young scottish fold chuckled agreeably at the rhetorical question. She wasn't the most graceful cat - that she would admit. It's not that she had horrid luck or anything of that sort. After all, she was an apprentice, and was still growing into her body. At times it felt like her legs were too fast for the rest of her body, or her head too big and heavy. She just hoped that once she became a warrior she'd be as graceful and collected as her mentor.

Noticing Snowfrost's eyes turn away from her, the young apprentice looked over her shoulder, appraising the two cats with curious eyes as they approached. The first to catch her eye was the enormous white tom. She'd seen him around camp every now and then, and was always in awe of how he seemed to exude strength and power. Up close he was certainly intimidating, though instead of curling in on herself in fear like some lesser cats might have done, she only sat up straighter. If she was going to be a capable and respectable warrior like her mentor, she wasn't going to allow herself to be intimidated by a fellow clanmate, or any cat for that matter.

Yellow eyes then turned on the apprentice at the large warrior's side. Like the older tom, she'd seen this apprentice around, but hadn't really talked to him much, if at all. He was probably a little older than herself, perhaps a moon or two going by size. Then again she was small for her age so that wasn't the best comparison.

She glanced over at Snowfrost as her mentor began conversing with the senior warrior, dubbing him as Whiteshadow. She listened, intrigued at Snowfrost's teasing tone of voice and easy persona. They must be close then, she thought, looking between the two of them with something akin to fascination. She normally noticed her mentor being closed off around the other cats in the clan, and seeing her interact with the white warrior in this fashion was an oddity to her.

She turned her attention back on the apprentice as he introduced himself to them with enthusiasm. "I'm Rabbitpaw." She grinned good-naturedly back, then her folded ears twitched as the words, 'battle training', passed through them. "Battle training?" She exclaimed, jumping to her paws and forgetting her faintly aching nose and legs. "That's what we're doing!"

@Dirtfur (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=9341)
Redpaw shook their head lightly, trying to clear the feeling of unease away; but the tom's eyes still shows a glint of trepidation. Flickering his ears as he heard the Scottish fold's remark, replacing trepidation with exhilaration. "Really?! Whiteshadow, is okay that Rabbitpaw and I battle each other?" trilled Redpaw, then look fixedly at Snowfrost. "Can we?"

Moonraven little-life-light

[pidgeon]

Cave

Owlfeather had been exhausted from patrolling and hunting, and she knew she was not alone. Ever since she and the other senior warriors had taken up the tasks of organizing patrols, she felt as if she always had to be doing something, and it had taken a toll on her. Every time she sat down to enjoy some fresh-kill, something in the back of her mind kept telling her to keep working. It was her way of dealing with all of the tragedies that had been striking the clan. If she always kept herself busy, she would never have time to worry.
But as it turns out, not giving yourself a break can be bad for you. The old mottled she-cat had been feeling fatigued and drowsy, and it had begun to affect her duties. She couldn't afford to rest. The apprentices had to be kept in check, the RiverClan border needed constant patrolling, and her fellow warriors needed help organizing everything. She had the thought that perhaps some strengthening herbs might do her some good, so that she could keep going. Maybe, she thought, the rest of the clan could use strengthening herbs as well, since everyone was suffering from the shortage of prey.

Moreover, what was actually driving her to visit the medicine cat's den, was her concern for Agaveheart. Asking for herbs would be a good excuse to visit with her. She knew the medicine cat had a lot on her shoulders, and must be twice as stressed. Owlfeather knew that having quiet company always helped her feel better herself, so she wanted to do the same. Picking up the best piece of prey she could find on the pile, a plump frog, she strode across the clearing and nosed her way into the den, taking in the sharp scent of herbs.

"Hello, Agaveheart," She began, allowing her eyes time to adjust to the change in lighting. She placed the prey carefully at her paws. "I brought you something. It's not much, but it's surely better than nothing," She spoke good-naturedly, her whiskers twitching slightly, attempting to sound reassuring.
"I wanted to speak with you. The fire seems to have scared off all the prey. Do you think perhaps some strengthening herbs, such as the ones cats use for long journeys, would help our situation? Some cats are beginning to feel weak from the lack of food." She didn't include herself in the phrase "some cats", although it was fairly apparent that the old tortoiseshell was exhausted too. Her eyes, although tired, portrayed warmth and sympathy.

[Moonraven]

little-life-light Dirtfur

Snowfrost was rather pleased to see that Rabbitpaw didn't flinch at the sight of Whiteshadow. Most young cats who caught sight of the scowling warrior often smelt a little like fear. If the older warrior was impressed in any way by the Scottish fold, he gave no sign of it. Whiteshadow expected no less from a cat being trained by Snowfrost, she had been one of the rare few that he could talk to without being intimidated by him. It was why they were good friends to this day.

A long sigh escaped the tom's maw when Redpaw requested a sparring match with Snowfrost's apprentice. The muscles in his body tensed and relaxed as he lifted one great paw to scratch at an itch behind his ear. Honestly, he didn't mind if the two fought each other, however, his only concern was any damage that might comes out of this. He did not need Leaftail stepping on his paws should he return Redpaw with scratches or bruises. Worse than that he really did not want to be on the wrong side of Snowfrost's claws should something happen with her apprentice, despite how chilly she appeared, he knew very well how fiercely protective Snowfrost was of those she felt she needed to protect. So instead of answering, Whiteshadow looked to Snowfrost, letting her decide what should be done.

Snowfrost could already feel the maine coon's eyes on her, she disregarded them in favor of watching Redpaw. Did he know he wore his emotions on his face? The she-cat was trying to figure out why the apprentice appeared so uneasy and apprehensive? It was gone as soon as something distracted him, still, it was concerning. Perhaps he was worried about Whiteshadow, although in her opinion the white mountain of a cat was being rather nice for Whiteshadow. She'd ask Whiteshadow about it later.

"Rabbitpaw? What do you think? Can you take him?" She inquired, tearing her frosty gaze away from Redpaw to look back at her apprentice. Snowfrost noted the mild age gap between the two apprentices, she assumed Redpaw had a little more knowledge in the art of battling comparing to Rabbitpaw, Snowfrost doubted this would deter her apprentice in the slightest. Besides, having two apprentices battling would get better results than had Snowfrost sparred with Rabbitpaw.

[Hyp3rGamin]

Spider-Leap

[OPEN]

Owlfeather trudged into camp, her paws covered in soot and her mouth full of soggy prey. She dropped her mouse and a few frogs on the fresh-kill pile, sighing at how pitifully small it seemed to look. At least she knew why prey had been so scarce now. She was followed by Greythrush and Larkpaw, who seemed equally shaken up.
She didn't dare go to the highbranch. It wasn't right; it wasn't her place to stand there, to shout the summons that a leader normally would. She refused to do it, out of respect for Windystar. Instead, she waited in the center of the clearing, for cats to return from patrols or to emerge from their dens. She would speak to the other senior warriors first, with any luck.

She waited for the presence of her clanmates, of cats whose presence made her feel safe and strong. She felt like a speck of ash floating through an infinite forest of bare trees, just coasting along, going where the wind took her. She knew that the news would spread through the camp as quick as that fire had spread from ThunderClan.
As cats filed around her, the camp beginning to buzz with life, she quietly asked each one that passed her if they would wait here for a moment. It was important. She cherished the presence of her family members among the group, their kind eyes giving her a silent charge of confidence. She gazed towards the two cats who stood beside her and nodded.

"The fire has spread from ThunderClan," She spoke at last, once a fair number of cats had gathered. "Thank StarClan it didn't reach our camp, but a fair chunk of our territory has been affected. Greythrush, Larkpaw and I had a difficult time finding prey this morning when we stumbled upon what was left of the stretch of land closest to the ThunderClan border. The rains seem to have doused it, but we must use caution when going out, just in case. I'd imagine that there are many loose branches that could fall and hurt a cat." She carried on, her voice uncertain. Her tail was curled defensively around her paws, in a small gesture of self-comfort. "A lot of our prey seems to have fled due to the damage." At this notion, her eyes flicked towards the small pile of fresh-kill nearby. She hoped there was enough left to at least feed them for a day.
(Mind if I join in with Scorchingclaw, my ShadowClan warrior?)

[Madelaine]

[Open]

Striker was laying down on a sunny spot in the clearing with a couple of elders. The tom heard one of the elders speak to the other, so he decided to listen to their conversation. Striker saw one look at him and both got up to walk away. The rogue hadn't made friends with the elders yet, but he has with the warriors and apprentices.

[pidgeon]

(Mind if I join in with Scorchingclaw, my ShadowClan warrior?)

Sure, go for it!

[Hyp3rGamin]

Sure, go for it!
(Thanks!)
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ScorchingClaw's ears perked up at the voice of his clanmate, who was addressing the whole clan about the fire. The fire has spread here already?!? Oh StarClan! The prey must be scattered! He thought as he got up from his spot in the clan clearing, stretching in a downward dog position, before padding briskly over to OwlFeather, listening to her speech intently.

"How far past the border did it go?" He asked, a hint of worry in his usually strong, humorous voice.

[pidgeon]

(Thanks!)
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ScorchingClaw's ears perked up at the voice of his clanmate, who was addressing the whole clan about the fire. The fire has spread here already?!? Oh StarClan! The prey must be scattered! He thought as he got up from his spot in the clan clearing, stretching in a downward dog position, before padding briskly over to OwlFeather, listening to her speech intently.

"How far past the border did it go?" He asked, a hint of worry in his usually strong, humorous voice.

"The damage looks to have stretched across nearly half of our territory," Owlfeather sighed, feeling defeated. "It began at the ThunderClan border and crept inwards, until the rains put most of it out. It stopped far enough away that we can't see it from camp, thank StarClan, but it's still not far from us."

[Hyp3rGamin]

"The damage looks to have stretched across nearly half of our territory," Owlfeather sighed, feeling defeated. "It began at the ThunderClan border and crept inwards, until the rains put most of it out. It stopped far enough away that we can't see it from camp, thank StarClan, but it's still not far from us."
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Scorchingclaw internally sighed, feeling relieved that the fire hadn't burned too close to camp, but still worried about the food supply. He sat down, folding his tail so that it peeked out from between his front paws, and flicked his ear as a small bug flew by, then glanced back over at Owlfeather.

"Is there any sign of prey in that half of the territory?" He asked, his gaze questioning. He glanced over at the modest pile of fresh kill that was to feed the clan, then back to Owlfeather. It is going to be a rough few days, by the looks of it.

[wren]

{Totally fine, my replies can take some time as well haha}

'Lovely, the rain is coming.' The thought drifted through the young toms mind as he felt one, and then two drops plop onto his back and head. There wasn't really an emotion associated with the thought, no anger, no disgust, no happiness, it was just a thought, an observation. He didn't have a problem with the rain or getting wet. There were few things that bothered Dampbark, and few things that stirred strong emotions within him. Sometimes even those were questionable, he wasn't sure if he fabricated the thought of them or not. Sometimes he felt as if he were a sociopath, incapable of feeling emotions in any form. It was confusing and it unnerved him, he tried to convince himself he was just apathetic most of the time, but.. He wasn't sure. Regardless, that wasn't why he was here right now, he wasn't here to discuss his internal turmoil with this other tom, he was here to talk. Here to make a 'friend'. A friend.. Was it a friend? He hasn't decided, most cats he was just collecting to run experiments, social experiments, on in the future. And to have cats on his side if things turned sour at any point in time. It was a good time in his life to make allies, he was young, he had moons upon moons to build these relationships and bonds.
Seeing the lightened expression and smile, a spark of possible joy fluttered in his chest. 'Open for conversation.' He loved seeing others receptive to conversation, it made his job easier, though he liked to think he could warm up anyone he came across. He tended to be particularly good with his words.

Playing his part, Dampbark would sigh quietly in relief as Troutsplash stated he didn't think it was an omen, deciding it was good enough, he wouldn't call him out on his lie. The only one who would know for sure was Agaveheart. Cats not used to omens could easily see this string of bad luck as a message from Starclan, they were paranoid like that. But Troutsplash saying that he didn't think so meant he was either trying to calm his 'nervousness', or he was an optimistic cat who didn't think the clan was being punished. It was a brief insight into the white furred tom.

Though he wasn't scared of lightning, the young warrior pretended to flinch in fear as the light lit up the area around them for a moment, followed by a rolling boom. He was going to say something, to keep the conversation going, but to his surprise the older warrior said something on his own. Dampbark turned his gaze from the sky to Troutsplash again. "That's a good way of looking a-at it, pretty optimistic.. But I much prefer the heat of greenleaf to the cold of leafbare w-with this short fur." It was hard, acting out a nervous stutter, but he liked to think he was doing well enough at it. The warmth in the others tom was nice, he seemed like a goodhearted cat, easy to befriend. "O-Oh, yes.. I'm still getting used t-to the new name it feels. I was hoping for a more f-fierce sounding name, like Damproar or Dampstrike, but I-I can't complain too much." Clearing his throat, the younger warrior shifted closer as more drops began to fall from the sky. "I-um.. I d-don't think I know your n-name though.."



At first when Dampbark had pitched the question he hadn’t thought much of it, he would’ve completely overlooked the inquiry if he had said “oh do you think this is part of some sort of crazy coincidence” or maybe “do you think starclan is upset with us?” But using the word omen seemed to set the whole thing in stone? In a creepy unsettling way. Then again omens could be good things? But nothing good had been happening recently… maybe it was denial that kept him from believing maybe it was a bad omen. The horrible storm that was soon to come and the death and resignation of both leader and deputy, what was to come of shadow clan then? Perhaps it was true, starclan wanted shadowclan to cease in existence and decided this was the best way to do it. Leave the cats leaderless with no opportunity to catch a breath from the domino effect of events. It was a troubling thing to think about, a cruel way to go out too considering how slow everything was going. It wasn’t long before things fell to pieces and all was lost to greed.
Those are quite some big thoughts eh, especially for you. he found himself lightening his own thoughts with a douse of humour. As Trout would normally do. Not that everybody else was the same way- so set on the idea that nothing was ever going to get better. There was no use worrying when it was just out of his paws. Besides who was he without his optimism?

Catching a break from the negative thoughts he watched as the Tom flinched at another claw of lighting tore through the sky leaving the clearing light for another few seconds. He glanced upwards catching Dampbark flinching out of the corner of his eye. It seemed almost mechanical, perhaps he was sore. He exhaled between his teeth as a sign of relief, any moment now the gates of heaven would open up and drench the entirety of shadowclan in water, that lightning was just too convincing that it would happen even sooner.

Troutsplash didn’t bother to lower his gaze to the other tom as he examined the clouds, they seemed to be drawing nearer. Almost suffocatingly in a way. ’ ‘ I suppose I might fit in better with the fish eaters hm? I wonder if frog tastes any different then fish… I’ve never seen a fish before but I’m assuming they’re the same thing. ‘ ‘ he let his thoughts get the better of him, his curious mind running rabbit trails. ‘ ‘ they both swim and lay eggs. Perhaps they are.. fins are like.. flippers? ‘ ‘ he sat for a moment thinking on the subject before realizing he must’ve been boring the poor tom to death he jerked his thoughts away from his frog and fish theory to better focus in. ‘ ‘ sorry, I tend to get carried away ‘ ‘ he mrrowed with a rather pleasant smile on his face, hopefully he didn’t think he was weird. Otherwise the rest of this conversation was bound to get awkward.

At his comment on his name troutsplash offered a chuckle ‘ ‘ oh come on, I like it. Besides you kinda do look like a log ‘ ‘ he offered a playful glance, clearly in a light hearted teasing manner ‘ ‘ you look the part, now all you gotta do is stand upright on your back legs and not move. ‘ ‘ his smile grew even more trying to erase the toms nervousness, he’d picked up on it a while ago. Perhaps if he lightened the mood with teasing he’d drop his shoulders a bit and relax.

The tom wrapped his tail comfortably around his paws and adjusted to face the younger warrior ’ ‘ ah, troutsplash. Where are my manners today? geez ‘ ‘ he added with another chuckle mostly laughing to himself.

[pidgeon]

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Scorchingclaw internally sighed, feeling relieved that the fire hadn't burned too close to camp, but still worried about the food supply. He sat down, folding his tail so that it peeked out from between his front paws, and flicked his ear as a small bug flew by, then glanced back over at Owlfeather.

"Is there any sign of prey in that half of the territory?" He asked, his gaze questioning. He glanced over at the modest pile of fresh kill that was to feed the clan, then back to Owlfeather. It is going to be a rough few days, by the looks of it.

Owlfeather gazed at Scorchingclaw, finding it oddly therapeutic to answer his questions, as if informing her clanmates gave her a purpose and made her feel useful.
"We didn't stay long, but from what we saw, it looks like any form of prey fled the burnt area. There's not many resources left for prey to use; the trees are brittle and soot-covered, and any nuts or seeds are essentially useless. Any prey we caught was far towards the RiverClan border, which could cause even more problems, for obvious reasons." She, too, looked sadly at the fresh-kill pile. It was small, but it would do for now. But what would happen after this round of prey was gone? How close to the RiverClan border would the patrols have to venture?

She dreaded the thought of arousing more conflict with the hostile clan, when they clearly wouldn't be able to win a fight with them. Just wait until we're back at full strength, she thought with a snarl. We'll show them we're not a force to be messed with.

[Hyp3rGamin]

Owlfeather gazed at Scorchingclaw, finding it oddly therapeutic to answer his questions, as if informing her clanmates gave her a purpose and made her feel useful.
"We didn't stay long, but from what we saw, it looks like any form of prey fled the burnt area. There's not many resources left for prey to use; the trees are brittle and soot-covered, and any nuts or seeds are essentially useless. Any prey we caught was far towards the RiverClan border, which could cause even more problems, for obvious reasons." She, too, looked sadly at the fresh-kill pile. It was small, but it would do for now. But what would happen after this round of prey was gone? How close to the RiverClan border would the patrols have to venture?

She dreaded the thought of arousing more conflict with the hostile clan, when they clearly wouldn't be able to win a fight with them. Just wait until we're back at full strength, she thought with a snarl. We'll show them we're not a force to be messed with.
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Scorchingclaw pawed the ground as he listened, feeling like a helpless kit. I have to help my clan, I can't just watch as our fresh kill pile grows lower and lower. By what Owlfeather is saying, is sounds like I will have to hunt by the RiverClan border.

Scorchingclaw stood up, lashing his tail, determination forcing out any room for worry.

"I can't just let our clan starve." Scorchingclaw growled.

ShadowClan will hunt, whether RiverClan likes it or not.

[TitaniumCat]

Weaseljaw's secret plea to the medicine cat:

Agaveheart, it has come upon me that we are postponing Starclan. Shadowclan has yet to have a leader or a deputy, and many a nightfall has fallen. I miss Windystar as much as the next Shadowclan cat, but we cannot ignore Starclan forever. Agaveheart, I trust it in your paws to choose a willing Shadowclan leader and deputy. Your greatest regrets,
Weaseljaw

[pidgeon]

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Scorchingclaw pawed the ground as he listened, feeling like a helpless kit. I have to help my clan, I can't just watch as our fresh kill pile grows lower and lower. By what Owlfeather is saying, is sounds like I will have to hunt by the RiverClan border.

Scorchingclaw stood up, lashing his tail, determination forcing out any room for worry.

"I can't just let our clan starve." Scorchingclaw growled.

ShadowClan will hunt, whether RiverClan likes it or not.


"Remember to take a few cats with you," The old tortoiseshell reminded him, calling after him with a voice tinged with worry. "It's far too dangerous for any cat to hunt alone, especially close to the border." She stood up, unfurling her tail from around her, and paced the clearing anxiously. Her eyes darted over each cat in the clearing, as if memorizing each of their faces once more, ingraining them into her brain. She would do anything for them. Or, most of them.

[mochi]

Redpaw shook their head lightly, trying to clear the feeling of unease away; but the tom's eyes still shows a glint of trepidation. Flickering his ears as he heard the Scottish fold's remark, replacing trepidation with exhilaration. "Really?! Whiteshadow, is okay that Rabbitpaw and I battle each other?" trilled Redpaw, then look fixedly at Snowfrost. "Can we?"

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Snowfrost was rather pleased to see that Rabbitpaw didn't flinch at the sight of Whiteshadow. Most young cats who caught sight of the scowling warrior often smelt a little like fear. If the older warrior was impressed in any way by the Scottish fold, he gave no sign of it. Whiteshadow expected no less from a cat being trained by Snowfrost, she had been one of the rare few that he could talk to without being intimidated by him. It was why they were good friends to this day.

A long sigh escaped the tom's maw when Redpaw requested a sparring match with Snowfrost's apprentice. The muscles in his body tensed and relaxed as he lifted one great paw to scratch at an itch behind his ear. Honestly, he didn't mind if the two fought each other, however, his only concern was any damage that might comes out of this. He did not need Leaftail stepping on his paws should he return Redpaw with scratches or bruises. Worse than that he really did not want to be on the wrong side of Snowfrost's claws should something happen with her apprentice, despite how chilly she appeared, he knew very well how fiercely protective Snowfrost was of those she felt she needed to protect. So instead of answering, Whiteshadow looked to Snowfrost, letting her decide what should be done.

Snowfrost could already feel the maine coon's eyes on her, she disregarded them in favor of watching Redpaw. Did he know he wore his emotions on his face? The she-cat was trying to figure out why the apprentice appeared so uneasy and apprehensive? It was gone as soon as something distracted him, still, it was concerning. Perhaps he was worried about Whiteshadow, although in her opinion the white mountain of a cat was being rather nice for Whiteshadow. She'd ask Whiteshadow about it later.

"Rabbitpaw? What do you think? Can you take him?" She inquired, tearing her frosty gaze away from Redpaw to look back at her apprentice. Snowfrost noted the mild age gap between the two apprentices, she assumed Redpaw had a little more knowledge in the art of battling comparing to Rabbitpaw, Snowfrost doubted this would deter her apprentice in the slightest. Besides, having two apprentices battling would get better results than had Snowfrost sparred with Rabbitpaw.

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Rabbitpaw
The gray-and-white apprentice looked excitedly over at Redpaw, her tail straight up in the air with anticipation. She barely noticed the glint of unease as it flickered into exhilaration at the request, and she figured the tom was probably nervous at the thought of a fight. But, if that was the case, then was he faking the excitement? Or maybe he was nervous just from meeting them? She couldn't tell, and she didn't want to linger in her thoughts, instead turning her focus on the enormous white warrior.

Bright yellow eyes watched the tom intently, her body almost completely motionless as she waited for an answer. The senior warrior remained silent after a long moment and a heavy sigh, before looking to her mentor. Raising her brows, the scottish fold also turned her attention to Snowfrost, curious what she would say. Though her mentor was watching Redpaw for some reason. She glanced curiously over at the other apprentice, flicking her eyes back to Snowfrost as she spoke.

A cheeky grin spread across Rabbitpaw's features at the question. Sure, battle training with Snowfrost was enlightening and she always walked away feeling even stronger than before having learned something new. But training with another apprentice sounded absolutely thrilling. She could use the moves she's learned and try out ones she's only seen or thought of. And most importantly, she had a higher chance of coming out successful. With Snowfrost, winning a spar seemed far out of her reach, and definitely wouldn't happen anytime soon unless she had a stroke of incredible luck. Redpaw was a different story. Even though he was about a moon older and probably had more fighting experience, she at least had a shot.

"Oh, I can take him."

[Dirtfur]

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Rabbitpaw
The gray-and-white apprentice looked excitedly over at Redpaw, her tail straight up in the air with anticipation. She barely noticed the glint of unease as it flickered into exhilaration at the request, and she figured the tom was probably nervous at the thought of a fight. But, if that was the case, then was he faking the excitement? Or maybe he was nervous just from meeting them? She couldn't tell, and she didn't want to linger in her thoughts, instead turning her focus on the enormous white warrior.

Bright yellow eyes watched the tom intently, her body almost completely motionless as she waited for an answer. The senior warrior remained silent after a long moment and a heavy sigh, before looking to her mentor. Raising her brows, the scottish fold also turned her attention to Snowfrost, curious what she would say. Though her mentor was watching Redpaw for some reason. She glanced curiously over at the other apprentice, flicking her eyes back to Snowfrost as she spoke.

A cheeky grin spread across Rabbitpaw's features at the question. Sure, battle training with Snowfrost was enlightening and she always walked away feeling even stronger than before having learned something new. But training with another apprentice sounded absolutely thrilling. She could use the moves she's learned and try out ones she's only seen or thought of. And most importantly, she had a higher chance of coming out successful. With Snowfrost, winning a spar seemed far out of her reach, and definitely wouldn't happen anytime soon unless she had a stroke of incredible luck. Redpaw was a different story. Even though he was about a moon older and probably had more fighting experience, she at least had a shot.

"Oh, I can take him."

Redpaw saw the grin on Rabbitpaw's muzzle then pricked his ear at the Scottish fold apprentice's reply. The red furball studied Snowfrost's apprentice and thoughted, 'Cause you're an moon or two older than her, it doesn't mean you can defeat her.

The Selkirk rex took a couple of pawsteps away from the grey-and-white apprentice; all paws inches apart, aching with readiness. Redpaw twisted their head to their part-time mentor, giving Whiteshadow a I won't let you down gleam in his eye. "Ready?" The prepared apprentice asked as he turned his eyes over to Rabbitpaw.
Moonraven little-life-light

[TitaniumCat]

A dark shadow was lurking in the corner of the training grounds of Shadowclan camp. The training apprentices and mentors did not notice, prior to training being rather busy in Shadowclan. The shadow glared up among the trees, yellow eyes slitted, glinting in the sunlight.

[Cave]

Cave

Owlfeather had been exhausted from patrolling and hunting, and she knew she was not alone. Ever since she and the other senior warriors had taken up the tasks of organizing patrols, she felt as if she always had to be doing something, and it had taken a toll on her. Every time she sat down to enjoy some fresh-kill, something in the back of her mind kept telling her to keep working. It was her way of dealing with all of the tragedies that had been striking the clan. If she always kept herself busy, she would never have time to worry.
But as it turns out, not giving yourself a break can be bad for you. The old mottled she-cat had been feeling fatigued and drowsy, and it had begun to affect her duties. She couldn't afford to rest. The apprentices had to be kept in check, the RiverClan border needed constant patrolling, and her fellow warriors needed help organizing everything. She had the thought that perhaps some strengthening herbs might do her some good, so that she could keep going. Maybe, she thought, the rest of the clan could use strengthening herbs as well, since everyone was suffering from the shortage of prey.

Moreover, what was actually driving her to visit the medicine cat's den, was her concern for Agaveheart. Asking for herbs would be a good excuse to visit with her. She knew the medicine cat had a lot on her shoulders, and must be twice as stressed. Owlfeather knew that having quiet company always helped her feel better herself, so she wanted to do the same. Picking up the best piece of prey she could find on the pile, a plump frog, she strode across the clearing and nosed her way into the den, taking in the sharp scent of herbs.

"Hello, Agaveheart," She began, allowing her eyes time to adjust to the change in lighting. She placed the prey carefully at her paws. "I brought you something. It's not much, but it's surely better than nothing," She spoke good-naturedly, her whiskers twitching slightly, attempting to sound reassuring.
"I wanted to speak with you. The fire seems to have scared off all the prey. Do you think perhaps some strengthening herbs, such as the ones cats use for long journeys, would help our situation? Some cats are beginning to feel weak from the lack of food." She didn't include herself in the phrase "some cats", although it was fairly apparent that the old tortoiseshell was exhausted too. Her eyes, although tired, portrayed warmth and sympathy.

She hardly heard the younger she-cat approach, perhaps she was starting to lose her hearing, but maybe not since she heard her voice loud and clear. Agaveheart had been sorting herbs as usual and making her den more homely; though it was hard for her to call the moist, dark den much of a home. Her stomach growled with the prospect of food, she hadn't eaten all day, afraid there might not be enough for the young of the clan. A concerned expression came over her face at the idea of giving cats strengthing herbs, "Thanks for the prey, but I don't think we can afford to give everyone strengthing herbs. They can be hard to find and I'd like to spend my time finding herbs for sicknesses and injuries. I don't think I can give many cats these herbs, I'm sorry." She realized for a second that she had been wearing herself thin for over a moon now, perhaps she should think of an apprentice or someone to help her out, "No-no, we just can't afford to give cats traveling herbs when they aren't going long distances, I can't keep a large enough supply of them for even just the warriors of our clan." Her shoulders shook as she took a breath and stifled a cough, she made her way to a puddle in a dark corner of the den.

[Madelaine]

[Open]

Demontail, the rogue walked into camp, seeing some familiar faces. He had been here many times before and had no idea that Windystar and Forestshade were not leader and deputy. The black tom was here for one specific reason and that was to see his sister Frostedflame who had recently had her kits, so he wasn't expecting any cat to come talk to him. Demontail sat down and groomed his fur before he even dared go in the nursery. His sister would have his tail if he came in looking like he had just gotten in a fight.

[Vexing]

[Open]

Demontail, the rogue walked into camp, seeing some familiar faces. He had been here many times before and had no idea that Windystar and Forestshade were not leader and deputy. The black tom was here for one specific reason and that was to see his sister Frostedflame who had recently had her kits, so he wasn't expecting any cat to come talk to him. Demontail sat down and groomed his fur before he even dared go in the nursery. His sister would have his tail if he came in looking like he had just gotten in a fight.
Goldenmask yawned, stepping out of the warrior's den as she padded over to the fresh-kill pile, remembering that she hadn't gone out on a patrol yet. Sighing, she reluctantly stepped away, trying to stop her mouth from watering. She looked around the clearing and spotted a loner whom she had only seen once in her many moons of being a warrior, it was Demontail. Goldenmask knew of his sister who just recently had her kits and assumed he was here to meet the little scruffs of fur. She smiled and stifled a purr as she went over to sit next to him and smiled at the nursery, "You know, I've never seen one cat fawn over kits as much as her, she's gonna be a great mother."

[Madelaine]

Goldenmask yawned, stepping out of the warrior's den as she padded over to the fresh-kill pile, remembering that she hadn't gone out on a patrol yet. Sighing, she reluctantly stepped away, trying to stop her mouth from watering. She looked around the clearing and spotted a loner whom she had only seen once in her many moons of being a warrior, it was Demontail. Goldenmask knew of his sister who just recently had her kits and assumed he was here to meet the little scruffs of fur. She smiled and stifled a purr as she went over to sit next to him and smiled at the nursery, "You know, I've never seen one cat fawn over kits as much as her, she's gonna be a great mother."

Demontail heard a voice and stopped grooming to look at them. He saw that it was Goldenmask. He knew who she was, because he had seen them before. "She's always dreamed of being a mother even when we were kits and bfore she had to join the clan.", he replied, letting out a smile. He also had lived her for a couple of days when his ex-mate had his kits.

[Moonraven]

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Rabbitpaw
The gray-and-white apprentice looked excitedly over at Redpaw, her tail straight up in the air with anticipation. She barely noticed the glint of unease as it flickered into exhilaration at the request, and she figured the tom was probably nervous at the thought of a fight. But, if that was the case, then was he faking the excitement? Or maybe he was nervous just from meeting them? She couldn't tell, and she didn't want to linger in her thoughts, instead turning her focus on the enormous white warrior.

Bright yellow eyes watched the tom intently, her body almost completely motionless as she waited for an answer. The senior warrior remained silent after a long moment and a heavy sigh, before looking to her mentor. Raising her brows, the scottish fold also turned her attention to Snowfrost, curious what she would say. Though her mentor was watching Redpaw for some reason. She glanced curiously over at the other apprentice, flicking her eyes back to Snowfrost as she spoke.

A cheeky grin spread across Rabbitpaw's features at the question. Sure, battle training with Snowfrost was enlightening and she always walked away feeling even stronger than before having learned something new. But training with another apprentice sounded absolutely thrilling. She could use the moves she's learned and try out ones she's only seen or thought of. And most importantly, she had a higher chance of coming out successful. With Snowfrost, winning a spar seemed far out of her reach, and definitely wouldn't happen anytime soon unless she had a stroke of incredible luck. Redpaw was a different story. Even though he was about a moon older and probably had more fighting experience, she at least had a shot.

"Oh, I can take him."
Redpaw saw the grin on Rabbitpaw's muzzle then pricked his ear at the Scottish fold apprentice's reply. The red furball studied Snowfrost's apprentice and thoughted, 'Cause you're an moon or two older than her, it doesn't mean you can defeat her.

The Selkirk rex took a couple of pawsteps away from the grey-and-white apprentice; all paws inches apart, aching with readiness. Redpaw twisted their head to their part-time mentor, giving Whiteshadow a I won't let you down gleam in his eye. "Ready?" The prepared apprentice asked as he turned his eyes over to Rabbitpaw.
Moonraven little-life-light
A dark shadow was lurking in the corner of the training grounds of Shadowclan camp. The training apprentices and mentors did not notice, prior to training being rather busy in Shadowclan. The shadow glared up among the trees, yellow eyes slitted, glinting in the sunlight.

Snowfrost allowed a small grin to stretch across her maw at Rabbitpaw's confident answer. She reminded the gray tabby of herself here and there. It was a rather nice feeling, she wondered if this was what if felt like to have a kit or maybe a younger sibling? She'd think deeper on the thought later, she dropped her eyes back over to Redpaw who looked just as eager for the training. She had no clue what the tom had already learned in battling training, so was interested in seeing how both cats fared against each other.

"Remember, keep it clean and no claws." Whiteshadow's deep voice called out as he finally spoke up. He was internally amused with the younger tom as he caught Redpaw's eye. His enthusiasm was noted, whether he lost or won, Whiteshadow didn't really mind, although was hoping for the latter, the warrior would praise and criticize the apprentice regardless in a parental manner. He noticed both Rabbitpaw and Snowfrost looking at Redpaw in an almost intriguing way, Whiteshadow wasn't certain what it was they were seeing he wasn't picking up on. He strolled off to the side of the clearing with Snowfrost on his tail, sitting down as the she-cat laid sitting up, when her head suddenly twisted so fast he wondered if she had whiplash, Whiteshadow frowned at the feline.

"What's up?" He questioned, looking in the directions she had her eyes on.

"Nothing, just a weird feeling as if we're being watched." She answered, moving her front legs so that her rear was seated on the ground and she was sitting as straight as she could go. She hated that feeling, she returned her gaze back to the apprentices as to not alarm them.

[pidgeon]

She hardly heard the younger she-cat approach, perhaps she was starting to lose her hearing, but maybe not since she heard her voice loud and clear. Agaveheart had been sorting herbs as usual and making her den more homely; though it was hard for her to call the moist, dark den much of a home. Her stomach growled with the prospect of food, she hadn't eaten all day, afraid there might not be enough for the young of the clan. A concerned expression came over her face at the idea of giving cats strengthing herbs, "Thanks for the prey, but I don't think we can afford to give everyone strengthing herbs. They can be hard to find and I'd like to spend my time finding herbs for sicknesses and injuries. I don't think I can give many cats these herbs, I'm sorry." She realized for a second that she had been wearing herself thin for over a moon now, perhaps she should think of an apprentice or someone to help her out, "No-no, we just can't afford to give cats traveling herbs when they aren't going long distances, I can't keep a large enough supply of them for even just the warriors of our clan." Her shoulders shook as she took a breath and stifled a cough, she made her way to a puddle in a dark corner of the den.

"I suppose that makes sense," the old she-cat replied, "I thought I'd ask, just in case." Her eyes glowed with concern when she witnessed just how much older Agaveheart seemed. She can't be that much older than me, she thought, but then again, the medicine cat had been through far worse bouts of stress and hardships. She was bound to have a few more gray strands on her muzzle. Owlfeather pushed the prey closer to her.
"I hope you're remembering to take care of yourself, too. We all share concerns about your well-being." She spoke with a stern but gentle tone. She knew the medicine cat was wise enough to care for herself, but her own motherly instinct prompted her to worry, and she couldn't help voicing her concerns.

"Prey may be scarce, but patrols have been coming and leaving with frequency; we seem to be functioning just fine, despite our rather unfortunate circumstances." She sat down gingerly, wrapping her mottled, feathery tail around her paws. She was attempting to quell any worries about the clan's strength, in hopes that it would help her feel less overwhelmed. "How are you managing, throughout all this?"

(It just occurred to me that in a separate rp, owl's patrol is being attacked by rogues. After a couple of replies here, I was thinking maybe owl could say goodbye and head out for that patrol, and then return later because her patrol was injured? I figured the injured cats would have to go to Agave anyways, so it might work well to incorporate that here too. What do you think?)

[Vexing]

Demontail heard a voice and stopped grooming to look at them. He saw that it was Goldenmask. He knew who she was, because he had seen them before. "She's always dreamed of being a mother even when we were kits and bfore she had to join the clan.", he replied, letting out a smile. He also had lived her for a couple of days when his ex-mate had his kits.
Goldenmask purred, "Yeah, I can actually remember her joining, I was so confused and honestly a bit worried but she seemed alright so I never said anything and eventually she just became another clanmate to me and almost everyone else." She smirked and cast a sideways glance to the elder's den, "Almost." She then shook her head and turned back to Demontail with a smile, "So, are you excited? You're going to have more kin! Plus I'm sure they'll love you and pester you about teaching them everything you know and before you know it, they'll be on their own and they won't need you anymore." She looked over to her son, Nightbreeze, who was busy chatting with some other warriors over by the entrance to the camp. He didn't dare enter again after he became a loner, he felt like it just wasn't right for him to go into the camp.

[Jynx]

Sparrowkit uncovered his eyes, lifting his head. Asterkit stood in front of him, balancing on her toes. "Great," he replied, opening his mouth to draw in the scents of the nursery. With a twitching tail he set off to find the moss ball - it took him longer than expected, and when he finally found it beneath some brambles covering a dip in the earthy soil. He swiped the dirt off of it, pulled it free and threw it in Asterkit's face. "Found it! You didn't hide it very well," he purred.
Asterkit's wide blue eyes followed Sparrowkit as he searched for the moss ball that she had hidden. She bounced up and down with excitement as he began to pull the dirt away from her hiding spot. Found it! You didn't hide it very well, Asterkit's gave a squeal of protest as he flung the mossball at her face. "Hey!" She exclaimed haughtily, "Took you long enough to find it though!" The sparkle in her gaze and her light-hearted tone took away any sting from her words.

(( Calliecat sorry this took so long to get out my life is hectic and stressful atm))

[mochi]

Redpaw saw the grin on Rabbitpaw's muzzle then pricked his ear at the Scottish fold apprentice's reply. The red furball studied Snowfrost's apprentice and thoughted, 'Cause you're an moon or two older than her, it doesn't mean you can defeat her.

The Selkirk rex took a couple of pawsteps away from the grey-and-white apprentice; all paws inches apart, aching with readiness. Redpaw twisted their head to their part-time mentor, giving Whiteshadow a I won't let you down gleam in his eye.
"Ready?" The prepared apprentice asked as he turned his eyes over to Rabbitpaw.

A dark shadow was lurking in the corner of the training grounds of Shadowclan camp. The training apprentices and mentors did not notice, prior to training being rather busy in Shadowclan. The shadow glared up among the trees, yellow eyes slitted, glinting in the sunlight.

Snowfrost allowed a small grin to stretch across her maw at Rabbitpaw's confident answer. She reminded the gray tabby of herself here and there. It was a rather nice feeling, she wondered if this was what if felt like to have a kit or maybe a younger sibling? She'd think deeper on the thought later, she dropped her eyes back over to Redpaw who looked just as eager for the training. She had no clue what the tom had already learned in battling training, so was interested in seeing how both cats fared against each other.

"Remember, keep it clean and no claws." Whiteshadow's deep voice called out as he finally spoke up. He was internally amused with the younger tom as he caught Redpaw's eye. His enthusiasm was noted, whether he lost or won, Whiteshadow didn't really mind, although was hoping for the latter, the warrior would praise and criticize the apprentice regardless in a parental manner. He noticed both Rabbitpaw and Snowfrost looking at Redpaw in an almost intriguing way, Whiteshadow wasn't certain what it was they were seeing he wasn't picking up on. He strolled off to the side of the clearing with Snowfrost on his tail, sitting down as the she-cat laid sitting up, when her head suddenly twisted so fast he wondered if she had whiplash, Whiteshadow frowned at the feline.

"What's up?" He questioned, looking in the directions she had her eyes on.

"Nothing, just a weird feeling as if we're being watched." She answered, moving her front legs so that her rear was seated on the ground and she was sitting as straight as she could go. She hated that feeling, she returned her gaze back to the apprentices as to not alarm them. ---
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Rabbitpaw
Rabbitpaw's tail lashed through the air behind her in anticipation as she watched Redpaw make space between the two of them, preparing for the fight. Noticing the determined look he sent his part-time mentor, she felt a thrill snake down her own spine. She wasn't going to let her mentor down either. Snowfrost held more of Rabbitpaw's respect than she might realize, and even if she didn't come out on top in this fight, all she needed to win was her mentor's approval.

"Got it." Yellow eyes remained fixated on the young tom as the large white warrior's voice rumbled across the clearing, warning the apprentices of keeping their claws to themselves. She made a mental note of his words, not planning on unsheathing her claws at any time in this fight. Injuring her fellow clanmate wouldn't help her or her clan, and would make Snowfrost disappointed in her if anything else. It was her attention on Redpaw and her own thoughts that kept her from noticing the small tingle that came from being watched, or the movement from her mentor as the senior warrior noticed the presence.

"Ready."

She pounced. Sprinting low to the ground and closing the distance between her and Redpaw in what seemed mere miliseconds. Intense yellow eyes locked on the tom's legs, her own stretching out in front of her to attempt to knock her opponent off his paws while staying as low to the ground as possible.

[Dirtfur]

A dark shadow was lurking in the corner of the training grounds of Shadowclan camp. The training apprentices and mentors did not notice, prior to training being rather busy in Shadowclan. The shadow glared up among the trees, yellow eyes slitted, glinting in the sunlight.
Snowfrost allowed a small grin to stretch across her maw at Rabbitpaw's confident answer. She reminded the gray tabby of herself here and there. It was a rather nice feeling, she wondered if this was what if felt like to have a kit or maybe a younger sibling? She'd think deeper on the thought later, she dropped her eyes back over to Redpaw who looked just as eager for the training. She had no clue what the tom had already learned in battling training, so was interested in seeing how both cats fared against each other.

"Remember, keep it clean and no claws." Whiteshadow's deep voice called out as he finally spoke up. He was internally amused with the younger tom as he caught Redpaw's eye. His enthusiasm was noted, whether he lost or won, Whiteshadow didn't really mind, although was hoping for the latter, the warrior would praise and criticize the apprentice regardless in a parental manner. He noticed both Rabbitpaw and Snowfrost looking at Redpaw in an almost intriguing way, Whiteshadow wasn't certain what it was they were seeing he wasn't picking up on. He strolled off to the side of the clearing with Snowfrost on his tail, sitting down as the she-cat laid sitting up, when her head suddenly twisted so fast he wondered if she had whiplash, Whiteshadow frowned at the feline.

"What's up?" He questioned, looking in the directions she had her eyes on.

"Nothing, just a weird feeling as if we're being watched." She answered, moving her front legs so that her rear was seated on the ground and she was sitting as straight as she could go. She hated that feeling, she returned her gaze back to the apprentices as to not alarm them.




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Rabbitpaw
Rabbitpaw's tail lashed through the air behind her in anticipation as she watched Redpaw make space between the two of them, preparing for the fight. Noticing the determined look he sent his part-time mentor, she felt a thrill snake down her own spine. She wasn't going to let her mentor down either. Snowfrost held more of Rabbitpaw's respect than she might realize, and even if she didn't come out on top in this fight, all she needed to win was her mentor's approval.

"Got it." Yellow eyes remained fixated on the young tom as the large white warrior's voice rumbled across the clearing, warning the apprentices of keeping their claws to themselves. She made a mental note of his words, not planning on unsheathing her claws at any time in this fight. Injuring her fellow clanmate wouldn't help her or her clan, and would make Snowfrost disappointed in her if anything else. It was her attention on Redpaw and her own thoughts that kept her from noticing the small tingle that came from being watched, or the movement from her mentor as the senior warrior noticed the presence.

"Ready."

She pounced. Sprinting low to the ground and closing the distance between her and Redpaw in what seemed mere miliseconds. Intense yellow eyes locked on the tom's legs, her own stretching out in front of her to attempt to knock her opponent off his paws while staying as low to the ground as possible.




Redpaw’s legs ached to pounce, but only holds it to listen to his part-time mentor’s warning. The red furball made sure to have his claws were sheathed. After twitching his ears as his patience becomes low, the Selkirk glared at Rabbitpaw. Hearing her words come out of her mouth, Redpaw dashes for the tiny Scottish Fold, turned around, and lifted his back legs; but it was too late, the feeling in his head tells him that they are being watched. The presence distracted, getting knocked over Rabbitpaw. You can’t blame her just because you were distracted he reminded himself, emerald green eyes on Whiteshadow, the gleam of his eyes was showing an apology of his failure.

[moonsong_the_warrior]

a strange she cat appeared out of nowhere suddenly in the middle of the clearing, she had wide amber eyes and light brown fur with darker brown fur on her legs and the tip of her ears,muzzle and tail. She wore a collar that screamed "KITTYPET". it was yellow, and the mysterious cat seemed ok to wear it in shadowclan's camp. "umm..sorry to intrude, but is this shadowclan??" the young cat asked gently, then bent down to lick a tuft on her chest. EVERYONE was now looking at this weird kittypet, confused.

[gemini]

a strange she cat appeared out of nowhere suddenly in the middle of the clearing, she had wide amber eyes and light brown fur with darker brown fur on her legs and the tip of her ears,muzzle and tail. She wore a collar that screamed "KITTYPET". it was yellow, and the mysterious cat seemed ok to wear it in shadowclan's camp. "umm..sorry to intrude, but is this shadowclan??" the young cat asked gently, then bent down to lick a tuft on her chest. EVERYONE was now looking at this weird kittypet, confused.
(hey there assume this is open ^^)
the ragdoll has been through hell and back in the recent moons. her blue eyes widened as what seemed to be a confused outsider stepped into the clan. recently there had been a lot of that, but most of the time the cats new exactly what they were doing. moonlily just stared a bit, not shaking just staring, “sure.” she replied. the clan had been in shambles it would only be short time until she left.

[Madelaine]

Goldenmask purred, "Yeah, I can actually remember her joining, I was so confused and honestly a bit worried but she seemed alright so I never said anything and eventually she just became another clanmate to me and almost everyone else." She smirked and cast a sideways glance to the elder's den, "Almost." She then shook her head and turned back to Demontail with a smile, "So, are you excited? You're going to have more kin! Plus I'm sure they'll love you and pester you about teaching them everything you know and before you know it, they'll be on their own and they won't need you anymore." She looked over to her son, Nightbreeze, who was busy chatting with some other warriors over by the entrance to the camp. He didn't dare enter again after he became a loner, he felt like it just wasn't right for him to go into the camp.

Demontail knew when his sister had to join. She had gotten really sick after their two-legs had moved without them. He had no choice, but to give his sister up to Shadowclan. They've protected her all these years. "I wished she was still a rogue with me, but Shadowclan cleared her sickness and I'm grateful.", he meowed. Demontail felt his paws grow heavy. "Yeah I hope so. I'm thinking about staying here for the rest of my days. Do you think it would be a good idea will Windystar mind at all?", he asked, not knowing that the leader and deputy weren't here.

[Vexing]

Demontail knew when his sister had to join. She had gotten really sick after their two-legs had moved without them. He had no choice, but to give his sister up to Shadowclan. They've protected her all these years. "I wished she was still a rogue with me, but Shadowclan cleared her sickness and I'm grateful.", he meowed. Demontail felt his paws grow heavy. "Yeah I hope so. I'm thinking about staying here for the rest of my days. Do you think it would be a good idea will Windystar mind at all?", he asked, not knowing that the leader and deputy weren't here.
Goldenmask winced at the mention of her old leader's name, he clearly hadn't been told yet but she was in no position and had no authority to tell him so, she'd have to lie, "While I think you joining would be a good idea and...W-windystar wouldn't mind, maybe you should hold off for a few days, we've got some things to sort out in the clan before we start accepting new members bt I'm sure that once we're all sorted out, you'd definitely be allowed to join." She chuckled but remembered that she had hesitated in saying Windystar's name, why she didn't know but she hoped Demontail wouldn't notice and would just accept her lie without question.

[moonsong_the_warrior]

(hey there assume this is open ^^)
the ragdoll has been through hell and back in the recent moons. her blue eyes widened as what seemed to be a confused outsider stepped into the clan. recently there had been a lot of that, but most of the time the cats new exactly what they were doing. moonlily just stared a bit, not shaking just staring, “sure.” she replied. the clan had been in shambles it would only be short time until she left.
"Great! My name is pine, im a kittypet.. can I join the clan?" the stranger replied, looking straight into moonlily's eye's, she sensed this warrior would be a friend of her's in the future, well, she hoped." I came along way from the twolegs place, and i'd be glad if you could give me some food to eat.." she said, then suddenly her belly rumbled with loud noises that made her brown fur turn red, she meowed a giggle and said "haha, sorry for that, im just used for the kittypet's life and I haven't adapted to the eating yet" then, she curled her tail around her paws and stared at moonlily, smiling. She sat there, waiting for a reaction from the rest of the cat's.

[The Cannibal]

At first when Dampbark had pitched the question he hadn’t thought much of it, he would’ve completely overlooked the inquiry if he had said “oh do you think this is part of some sort of crazy coincidence” or maybe “do you think starclan is upset with us?” But using the word omen seemed to set the whole thing in stone? In a creepy unsettling way. Then again omens could be good things? But nothing good had been happening recently… maybe it was denial that kept him from believing maybe it was a bad omen. The horrible storm that was soon to come and the death and resignation of both leader and deputy, what was to come of shadow clan then? Perhaps it was true, starclan wanted shadowclan to cease in existence and decided this was the best way to do it. Leave the cats leaderless with no opportunity to catch a breath from the domino effect of events. It was a troubling thing to think about, a cruel way to go out too considering how slow everything was going. It wasn’t long before things fell to pieces and all was lost to greed.
Those are quite some big thoughts eh, especially for you. he found himself lightening his own thoughts with a douse of humour. As Trout would normally do. Not that everybody else was the same way- so set on the idea that nothing was ever going to get better. There was no use worrying when it was just out of his paws. Besides who was he without his optimism?

Catching a break from the negative thoughts he watched as the Tom flinched at another claw of lighting tore through the sky leaving the clearing light for another few seconds. He glanced upwards catching Dampbark flinching out of the corner of his eye. It seemed almost mechanical, perhaps he was sore. He exhaled between his teeth as a sign of relief, any moment now the gates of heaven would open up and drench the entirety of shadowclan in water, that lightning was just too convincing that it would happen even sooner.

Troutsplash didn’t bother to lower his gaze to the other tom as he examined the clouds, they seemed to be drawing nearer. Almost suffocatingly in a way. ’ ‘ I suppose I might fit in better with the fish eaters hm? I wonder if frog tastes any different then fish… I’ve never seen a fish before but I’m assuming they’re the same thing. ‘ ‘ he let his thoughts get the better of him, his curious mind running rabbit trails. ‘ ‘ they both swim and lay eggs. Perhaps they are.. fins are like.. flippers? ‘ ‘ he sat for a moment thinking on the subject before realizing he must’ve been boring the poor tom to death he jerked his thoughts away from his frog and fish theory to better focus in. ‘ ‘ sorry, I tend to get carried away ‘ ‘ he mrrowed with a rather pleasant smile on his face, hopefully he didn’t think he was weird. Otherwise the rest of this conversation was bound to get awkward.

At his comment on his name troutsplash offered a chuckle ‘ ‘ oh come on, I like it. Besides you kinda do look like a log ‘ ‘ he offered a playful glance, clearly in a light hearted teasing manner ‘ ‘ you look the part, now all you gotta do is stand upright on your back legs and not move. ‘ ‘ his smile grew even more trying to erase the toms nervousness, he’d picked up on it a while ago. Perhaps if he lightened the mood with teasing he’d drop his shoulders a bit and relax.

The tom wrapped his tail comfortably around his paws and adjusted to face the younger warrior ’ ‘ ah, troutsplash. Where are my manners today? geez ‘ ‘ he added with another chuckle mostly laughing to himself.
Strangely enough, the other tom seemed to sigh in relief shortly after the lightning strike. Did this cat actually enjoy the rain? He himself didn't mind it, it was just a secondary thing never to be given much notice in his book. Sometimes he couldn't understand how others could hate it or love it, what difference did it make to anything? Then again, he didn't think like most others so it made sense that he wouldn't understand how they thought. He liked to learn though, he liked to learn what other cats thought about, how they felt, their ideas and theories. It was interesting and helpful towards his end goal most of the time. Hardly ever did he come up with something boring; most cats had different ways of thinking, even if they were minute.

Dampbarks yellow gaze focused intensely on the white tom who stared up at the clouds, searching his face, his demeanor. He wouldn't normally stare this hard, he knew other cats found it odd and creepy, but Troutsplash wasn't looking at him so it didn't matter. The approaching storm faded away into insignificant background details for the young warrior as he focused in on his conversation partner. All forms of senses now tuned in to pick up on the slightest waver of the toms voice, the slightest shift in weight. "I've heard that they're pretty similar in taste from the Riverclan cats, though I don't think I could deal with all of the swimming and energy that goes in to catching them." Flicking his ear, the tom realized he dropped his worried stutter. Stupid mistake, but he was curious of talking more with the tom. Stuttering only wasted time. "Maybe.. Can frogs breathe in water? We could test that theory... I'm curious now." Briefly a grin accentuating his curiosity and excitement crossed his muzzle before he looked away, just in case Troustplash looked back. He didn't want the tom to find him staring at him so intently.

Raising a brow, Dampbark would snort in fleeting amusement, turning his head to look back at the white warrior as he commented that he liked his name. 'So he's a joking one? Those are always good to get along with.'
"So kind of like this then?" With that, the young warrior would ready himself, spreading his hind paws apart slightly to get better footing on the ground before he would rear up, carefully trying to balance himself to imitate the long that Troutsplash said he looked like.

As soon as he was able to stand still like that for a moment, he would bark out a 'laugh' before falling back to all fours, raising his tail high in friendliness. "You have a name that sounds like something a fish eater would have," he purred out, trying to match the others joking attitude.

[Moonraven]

Redpaw’s legs ached to pounce, but only holds it to listen to his part-time mentor’s warning. The red furball made sure to have his claws were sheathed. After twitching his ears as his patience becomes low, the Selkirk glared at Rabbitpaw. Hearing her words come out of her mouth, Redpaw dashes for the tiny Scottish Fold, turned around, and lifted his back legs; but it was too late, the feeling in his head tells him that they are being watched. The presence distracted, getting knocked over Rabbitpaw. You can’t blame her just because you were distracted he reminded himself, emerald green eyes on Whiteshadow, the gleam of his eyes was showing an apology of his failure.

Snowfrost watched the starting moves of each apprentice with keen interest, the russian blue was rather pleased to see her apprentice keep close to the ground and use her agility instead of just springing into action like she's seen apprentices do in the past. Rabbitpaw was swift, so long as she was careful and didn't get caught off guard Snowfrost felt she might be able to win this. That feeling of eyes had yet to leave her, making her vigilant of her surroundings.

Whiteshadow let out an inaudible sigh as he watched Redpaw. The back kick was a good attempt, but seeing how low Rabbitpaw was moving and so fast he would have advises tried to slow her down or tackling her flank, whatever got her off her paws. A back kick was better used when a cat was leaping at you from above. Unless angled just right it would be difficult to catch Rabbitpaw as she was now. Since this was a learning experience and Whiteshadow hadn't been the one training him since now, he wouldn't criticize as harshly as he would have his own apprentice. "Don't focus on your mistakes, get up and fight. In battle, a warrior won't wait for you to stand. " He meowed in a light tone, noting the apology in Redpaw's jade eyes. Whiteshadow didn't mind the error, he was more concerned with how easily distracted Redpaw got in a brawl. On the battlefield glancing away from your opponent could cost the fight or worse a life.

[TitaniumCat]

The shadow was blotted against the firs in Shadowclan territory, its owner rigid as a stone. Golden eyes widened, watching the young cats. The cat, a tom, was simply learning the ways of the cats. He had been wandering the place for nearly 4 moons, and eventually came to this forest. It seemed the right place for a cat, since there were several felines already here. He ruffled his coal-black fur, blending himself into the shadows. He crouched, slinking around the clearing.

This cat is named Crow, after his dark fur. He was young, and scrawny due to lack of prey. His ears weren't tattered, but his fur was ruffled, a distinctive picture of a loner who had never met a cat before. He had, but hadn't since his mother died giving birth to his younger sister, Raven. She died as well, so it was basically just him. He got over it surprisingly quick, because he was used to death. His father died before he was born. Ever since Twolegs invaded the barn where his family lived, poison had killed half the cats. Death was common for him.

He didn't like death, though. He hated the smell of dead cat, and was somewhat depressed afterward. These cats he was watching, living free and in the wild, they were so.... young. He might be able to live here. These cats looked willing enough. So Crow carefully stepped a paw out into the clearing where the young cats were play-fighting. His voice was deep and rather disturbing, so he kept quiet, waiting for a reaction.

[TitaniumCat]

Weaseljaw had done his job. He had helped with the mouse nest and now the Clan had just a bit more prey. He was going to take one of the mice himself, but instead had given it to Redpaw. I feel so sorry for that young apprentice, he thought. He's just trying to do what is best for the Clan.

[mochi]

Redpaw’s legs ached to pounce, but only holds it to listen to his part-time mentor’s warning. The red furball made sure to have his claws were sheathed. After twitching his ears as his patience becomes low, the Selkirk glared at Rabbitpaw. Hearing her words come out of her mouth, Redpaw dashes for the tiny Scottish Fold, turned around, and lifted his back legs; but it was too late, the feeling in his head tells him that they are being watched. The presence distracted, getting knocked over Rabbitpaw. You can’t blame her just because you were distracted he reminded himself, emerald green eyes on Whiteshadow, the gleam of his eyes was showing an apology of his failure.

Snowfrost watched the starting moves of each apprentice with keen interest, the russian blue was rather pleased to see her apprentice keep close to the ground and use her agility instead of just springing into action like she's seen apprentices do in the past. Rabbitpaw was swift, so long as she was careful and didn't get caught off guard Snowfrost felt she might be able to win this. That feeling of eyes had yet to leave her, making her vigilant of her surroundings.

Whiteshadow let out an inaudible sigh as he watched Redpaw. The back kick was a good attempt, but seeing how low Rabbitpaw was moving and so fast he would have advises tried to slow her down or tackling her flank, whatever got her off her paws. A back kick was better used when a cat was leaping at you from above. Unless angled just right it would be difficult to catch Rabbitpaw as she was now. Since this was a learning experience and Whiteshadow hadn't been the one training him since now, he wouldn't criticize as harshly as he would have his own apprentice. "Don't focus on your mistakes, get up and fight. In battle, a warrior won't wait for you to stand. " He meowed in a light tone, noting the apology in Redpaw's jade eyes. Whiteshadow didn't mind the error, he was more concerned with how easily distracted Redpaw got in a brawl. On the battlefield glancing away from your opponent could cost the fight or worse a life.
The shadow was blotted against the firs in Shadowclan territory, its owner rigid as a stone. Golden eyes widened, watching the young cats. The cat, a tom, was simply learning the ways of the cats. He had been wandering the place for nearly 4 moons, and eventually came to this forest. It seemed the right place for a cat, since there were several felines already here. He ruffled his coal-black fur, blending himself into the shadows. He crouched, slinking around the clearing.

This cat is named Crow, after his dark fur. He was young, and scrawny due to lack of prey. His ears weren't tattered, but his fur was ruffled, a distinctive picture of a loner who had never met a cat before. He had, but hadn't since his mother died giving birth to his younger sister, Raven. She died as well, so it was basically just him. He got over it surprisingly quick, because he was used to death. His father died before he was born. Ever since Twolegs invaded the barn where his family lived, poison had killed half the cats. Death was common for him.

He didn't like death, though. He hated the smell of dead cat, and was somewhat depressed afterward. These cats he was watching, living free and in the wild, they were so.... young. He might be able to live here. These cats looked willing enough. So Crow carefully stepped a paw out into the clearing where the young cats were play-fighting. His voice was deep and rather disturbing, so he kept quiet, waiting for a reaction. ---


Rabbitpaw
Yellow eyes widened as the tom's back legs lashed out over her head, his paws passing mere inches above her folded ears, sending a slight breeze to ruffle the fur along the back of her neck. Luckily he missed, perhaps distracted by something she couldn't see, and she was able to ram into his front legs and knock him over, otherwise she would have received a hard kick to the jaw.

She skidded a bit before she was able to turn around and face Redpaw, noticing the apologetic look he gave Whiteshadow. Hearing the senior warrior's words she blinked, realizing she shouldn't be giving the tom time to recuperate just as he shouldn't be giving her the time to attack him. She crouched, leaping towards him in order to pin him down before he could be ready to attack her. Though a sudden breeze brought forth an unfamiliar scent of a clanless cat and she whipped her head towards the source, causing her paws to stutter and trip over themselves until she ended up smacking ungracefully into Redpaw and rolling over the apprentice.

She shook her head, trying to stop the world from spinning, and looked up to see two black silhouettes turn into one solid, scrawny looking cat at the edge of the clearing. The fur along her spine raised in alarm as she jumped to her paws, keeping crouched against the dirt as she stared with big eyes at the newcomer. Prickles of unease stabbed throughout her pelt as she waited for what Snowfrost and Whiteshadow had to say about this unfamiliar cat intruding on the training grounds. She would fight if she needed to, this cat just spooked her a bit is all.

[Lion King]

The kit went out to see what was happening

[|+sari+|]

It was a bright, sunny day, albeit scorching hot, however the young apprentice bounding out of the apprentice's den didn't seem to mind one bit, her eyes were youthful and bright, her tail sweeping from side to side. She let out a mrrow of excitement and sat down near the entrance to the apprentice's denn, wrapping her tail around her paws, whiskers quiverinng excitedly as she eagerly glanced around with her bright hazel eyes, waiting for her mentor, who's mame she had carelessly forgotten. She gave her curly grey fur a few quick licks before glanncinng hopefully around again.

.:Raven:.

[Gone]

It was a bright, sunny day, albeit scorching hot, however the young apprentice bounding out of the apprentice's den didn't seem to mind one bit, her eyes were youthful and bright, her tail sweeping from side to side. She let out a mrrow of excitement and sat down near the entrance to the apprentice's denn, wrapping her tail around her paws, whiskers quiverinng excitedly as she eagerly glanced around with her bright hazel eyes, waiting for her mentor, who's mame she had carelessly forgotten. She gave her curly grey fur a few quick licks before glanncinng hopefully around again.

.:Raven:.
Ravenheart had already been up for quite a while now, and actually had taken a stroll out of camp, after all, he wasn't gonna wake up his apprentice as soon as he was up, an apprentice trained better when they had fully gotten their energy back, his mentor had told him and that. The warrior headed over towards the apprentice's den and, to his surprise, his apprentice was already awake. "Willowpaw." He said and dipped his head in greetings at the young she-cat, he had become a warrior not too long ago, maybe a moon, even less, and already he had to take care of an apprentice, he just hoped she wouldn't give him a negative experience.

[Dirtfur]

---


Rabbitpaw
Yellow eyes widened as the tom's back legs lashed out over her head, his paws passing mere inches above her folded ears, sending a slight breeze to ruffle the fur along the back of her neck. Luckily he missed, perhaps distracted by something she couldn't see, and she was able to ram into his front legs and knock him over, otherwise she would have received a hard kick to the jaw.

She skidded a bit before she was able to turn around and face Redpaw, noticing the apologetic look he gave Whiteshadow. Hearing the senior warrior's words she blinked, realizing she shouldn't be giving the tom time to recuperate just as he shouldn't be giving her the time to attack him. She crouched, leaping towards him in order to pin him down before he could be ready to attack her. Though a sudden breeze brought forth an unfamiliar scent of a clanless cat and she whipped her head towards the source, causing her paws to stutter and trip over themselves until she ended up smacking ungracefully into Redpaw and rolling over the apprentice.

She shook her head, trying to stop the world from spinning, and looked up to see two black silhouettes turn into one solid, scrawny looking cat at the edge of the clearing. The fur along her spine raised in alarm as she jumped to her paws, keeping crouched against the dirt as she stared with big eyes at the newcomer. Prickles of unease stabbed throughout her pelt as she waited for what Snowfrost and Whiteshadow had to say about this unfamiliar cat intruding on the training grounds. She would fight if she needed to, this cat just spooked her a bit is all.

The shadow was blotted against the firs in Shadowclan territory, its owner rigid as a stone. Golden eyes widened, watching the young cats. The cat, a tom, was simply learning the ways of the cats. He had been wandering the place for nearly 4 moons, and eventually came to this forest. It seemed the right place for a cat, since there were several felines already here. He ruffled his coal-black fur, blending himself into the shadows. He crouched, slinking around the clearing.

This cat is named Crow, after his dark fur. He was young, and scrawny due to lack of prey. His ears weren't tattered, but his fur was ruffled, a distinctive picture of a loner who had never met a cat before. He had, but hadn't since his mother died giving birth to his younger sister, Raven. She died as well, so it was basically just him. He got over it surprisingly quick, because he was used to death. His father died before he was born. Ever since Twolegs invaded the barn where his family lived, poison had killed half the cats. Death was common for him.

He didn't like death, though. He hated the smell of dead cat, and was somewhat depressed afterward. These cats he was watching, living free and in the wild, they were so.... young. He might be able to live here. These cats looked willing enough. So Crow carefully stepped a paw out into the clearing where the young cats were play-fighting. His voice was deep and rather disturbing, so he kept quiet, waiting for a reaction.
Snowfrost watched the starting moves of each apprentice with keen interest, the russian blue was rather pleased to see her apprentice keep close to the ground and use her agility instead of just springing into action like she's seen apprentices do in the past. Rabbitpaw was swift, so long as she was careful and didn't get caught off guard Snowfrost felt she might be able to win this. That feeling of eyes had yet to leave her, making her vigilant of her surroundings.

Whiteshadow let out an inaudible sigh as he watched Redpaw. The back kick was a good attempt, but seeing how low Rabbitpaw was moving and so fast he would have advises tried to slow her down or tackling her flank, whatever got her off her paws. A back kick was better used when a cat was leaping at you from above. Unless angled just right it would be difficult to catch Rabbitpaw as she was now. Since this was a learning experience and Whiteshadow hadn't been the one training him since now, he wouldn't criticize as harshly as he would have his own apprentice. "Don't focus on your mistakes, get up and fight. In battle, a warrior won't wait for you to stand. " He meowed in a light tone, noting the apology in Redpaw's jade eyes. Whiteshadow didn't mind the error, he was more concerned with how easily distracted Redpaw got in a brawl. On the battlefield glancing away from your opponent could cost the fight or worse a life.

The red apprentice twisted his head towards Rabbitpaw and back at Whiteshadow, ears pricking at the part-time mentor’s advice. Redpaw got up on all fours, but it was too late for that the she-cat apprentice rushing towards the young tom. He flinched as the clumsy molly tripped over her paws, bumping into Redpaw. “Uck!” the red cat yelped, getting tumbled on the grass.

As the world stopped circling around, Redpaw shook his head and glared at the young she-cat apprentice. The advice from the white tom echoed in his mind. The red apprentice took a few paces back and sprang into the air, targeting Rabbitpaw.

| Moonraven little-life-light |

[|+sari+|]

Ravenheart had already been up for quite a while now, and actually had taken a stroll out of camp, after all, he wasn't gonna wake up his apprentice as soon as he was up, an apprentice trained better when they had fully gotten their energy back, his mentor had told him and that. The warrior headed over towards the apprentice's den and, to his surprise, his apprentice was already awake. "Willowpaw." He said and dipped his head in greetings at the young she-cat, he had become a warrior not too long ago, maybe a moon, even less, and already he had to take care of an apprentice, he just hoped she wouldn't give him a negative experience.

As her mentor padded up to her and greeted her, she leaped to her paws, a bright smile on her maw. Suddenly, his name came back to her. Ravenheart! She dipped her head, as well, in respect. "Hello, Ravenheart," she mewed, her tail tip twitching and body shaking with excitement. She hadn't eaten yet, but there was so much on her mind she didn't even realize she was hungry until her belly growled. Her hazel eyes widened slightly, and she let out a mrrow of laughter, grinning sheepishly. "I guess I should eat a little something... is that okay?," she wasn't sure if she needed to learn how to hunt first or not, she didn't realize it wasn't necessary for her first day, so she awaited Ravenheart's permission. She may be a little dull, but, it was her first day, and she learned fast.

[Gone]

As her mentor padded up to her and greeted her, she leaped to her paws, a bright smile on her maw. Suddenly, his name came back to her. Ravenheart! She dipped her head, as well, in respect. "Hello, Ravenheart," she mewed, her tail tip twitching and body shaking with excitement. She hadn't eaten yet, but there was so much on her mind she didn't even realize she was hungry until her belly growled. Her hazel eyes widened slightly, and she let out a mrrow of laughter, grinning sheepishly. "I guess I should eat a little something... is that okay?," she wasn't sure if she needed to learn how to hunt first or not, she didn't realize it wasn't necessary for her first day, so she awaited Ravenheart's permission. She may be a little dull, but, it was her first day, and she learned fast.
Ravenheart smiled as she leaped to her paws, at least she had made a good first impression. He heard her stomach growl and his ears perked, hadn't she already eaten something? He didn't want his apprentice to start training on an empty stomach. "Yes, of course you can eat, I'd feel pretty bad letting you train with an empty stomach, you know." He admitted and looked at the fresh-kill pile before he gestured for her to follow him. "My mentor used to let me eat before we went out to train because I could focus entirely on the training and not on my empty stomach." He explained, and he had a fair point, as proof, the apprentice all that was on her mind had turned to her being hungry once her belly had growled. "I can even use you as an example, you immediatly asked to eat when your stomach growled, and if it would've happened while we were out training, you would've probably lost your concentration, which is not good while training, your whole mindset needs to be aimed at the training, and not the food." He added and flicked his tail toawrds the pile of preys once they were there. "Take the one you want, we'll go to a corner of camp and talk about what we'll do today." He mewed.

[|+sari+|]

Ravenheart smiled as she leaped to her paws, at least she had made a good first impression. He heard her stomach growl and his ears perked, hadn't she already eaten something? He didn't want his apprentice to start training on an empty stomach. "Yes, of course you can eat, I'd feel pretty bad letting you train with an empty stomach, you know." He admitted and looked at the fresh-kill pile before he gestured for her to follow him. "My mentor used to let me eat before we went out to train because I could focus entirely on the training and not on my empty stomach." He explained, and he had a fair point, as proof, the apprentice all that was on her mind had turned to her being hungry once her belly had growled. "I can even use you as an example, you immediatly asked to eat when your stomach growled, and if it would've happened while we were out training, you would've probably lost your concentration, which is not good while training, your whole mindset needs to be aimed at the training, and not the food." He added and flicked his tail toawrds the pile of preys once they were there. "Take the one you want, we'll go to a corner of camp and talk about what we'll do today." He mewed.

Willowpaw nodded eagerly as she followed him, bouncing on her paws. "Well, thank you. I haven't had anything but squirrel before, so I think trying something new will be fun!" when they reached the Fresh kill pile, her hazel gaze swept over the available prey. She nosed through it before puling out a small rabbit. Beaming, she followed her mentor to a corner, tail held high... only to trip over a rock. "Whaa~?!" she fell down hard, the rabbit tumbling from her maw. She lay there stunned a moment before sitting up, shaking her head. A small scrape was on her leg but she didn't care, instead she rose to her paws and picked up her prey, joining where her mentor was in the corner. She was purring loudly with amusement. "I'm such a klutz," she mewed good-naturedly, humor in her voice. She then took a bite of her meal, and her hazel eyes widened in wonder. It was so good! She started to gulp it down, purring with enjoyment.

((My baby Willow is too innocent for this cruel world aaahh ;; ))

[Gone]

Willowpaw nodded eagerly as she followed him, bouncing on her paws. "Well, thank you. I haven't had anything but squirrel before, so I think trying something new will be fun!" when they reached the Fresh kill pile, her hazel gaze swept over the available prey. She nosed through it before puling out a small rabbit. Beaming, she followed her mentor to a corner, tail held high... only to trip over a rock. "Whaa~?!" she fell down hard, the rabbit tumbling from her maw. She lay there stunned a moment before sitting up, shaking her head. A small scrape was on her leg but she didn't care, instead she rose to her paws and picked up her prey, joining where her mentor was in the corner. She was purring loudly with amusement. "I'm such a klutz," she mewed good-naturedly, humor in her voice. She then took a bite of her meal, and her hazel eyes widened in wonder. It was so good! She started to gulp it down, purring with enjoyment.

((My baby Willow is too innocent for this cruel world aaahh ;; ))
As she took a rabbit out of the fresh-kill pile, Ravenheart waiting for her in the corner of camp he had decided on, though, as she tripped over a rock and fell down hard, his eyes widened and he made his way over to her to make sure she was alright, but she seemed alright, after all, she was laughing about it, but he still didn't want her to injure herself. "You should watch out next time though." He mewed and returned to their spot as she ate, at least she seemed pretty happy to taste something else than squirrel. As she ate, he spoke. "For today, I'll be showing you around the forest a little and, if it doesn't take too long, we might be able to go over the basics of hunting, don't expect to become the best hunter out there on your first day." He mewed and smiled down at her, he sure was kind, not like those other mentors that often got mad at their apprentice for basically nothing!

[unserene]

Soulpaw's tail flicked in slight annoyance, the emotion surprising her as she'd only felt numb for the past few moons since she had gained her position as an apprentice. She scanned the clearing, watching her clanmates interact with each other as she felt loneliness threatening to creep in on her; irritation clawed at the feeling and forced it out of her mind, instead directing her attention towards the warriors' den, where she hoped Cherrydapple, her mentor, would come out from.

|+Tired Rose Child+|

[|+sari+|]

Soulpaw's tail flicked in slight annoyance, the emotion surprising her as she'd only felt numb for the past few moons since she had gained her position as an apprentice. She scanned the clearing, watching her clanmates interact with each other as she felt loneliness threatening to creep in on her; irritation clawed at the feeling and forced it out of her mind, instead directing her attention towards the warriors' den, where she hoped Cherrydapple, her mentor, would come out from.

|+Tired Rose Child+|

Aah, another day. It was a nice morning; fairly cool, and there was even the possibility of rain. This had Cherrydapple in good spirits, humming to himself as he went about his morning routine. He then slipped out of the warrior's den, where Soulpaw, his apprentice, was waiting. A bright smile appeared on his face, and he padded over to her, whisking his long, fluffy tail in greeting. "Hello, Soulpaw!," he called out. When he reached her, he gave her a smile, grinning down at her. "Are you up to starting battle training today? It's about time I teach you battle moves. Have you eaten? If you haven't I advise you do before we go."

[unserene]

Aah, another day. It was a nice morning; fairly cool, and there was even the possibility of rain. This had Cherrydapple in good spirits, humming to himself as he went about his morning routine. He then slipped out of the warrior's den, where Soulpaw, his apprentice, was waiting. A bright smile appeared on his face, and he padded over to her, whisking his long, fluffy tail in greeting. "Hello, Soulpaw!," he called out. When he reached her, he gave her a smile, grinning down at her. "Are you up to starting battle training today? It's about time I teach you battle moves. Have you eaten? If you haven't I advise you do before we go."
Soulpaw's ears swiveled to face Cherrydapple as she lifted herself onto her paws from her sitting position. "I'd be fine with battle training." Soulpaw says, sliding her claws out and digging into the soft, cool dirt beneath her paws. "I ate earlier."
She made eye contact with her mentor for a split second before casting her gaze around camp once more, taking in the rising sun and the trees casting long shadows across camp. Stifling a yawn, she stretched and shook drowsiness from her pelt. "Are we training with anyone else? Or just us?" Soulpaw looked up at her mentor, amber eyes glinting with excitement that wasn't evident anywhere else on her body.

[|+sari+|]

As she took a rabbit out of the fresh-kill pile, Ravenheart waiting for her in the corner of camp he had decided on, though, as she tripped over a rock and fell down hard, his eyes widened and he made his way over to her to make sure she was alright, but she seemed alright, after all, she was laughing about it, but he still didn't want her to injure herself. "You should watch out next time though." He mewed and returned to their spot as she ate, at least she seemed pretty happy to taste something else than squirrel. As she ate, he spoke. "For today, I'll be showing you around the forest a little and, if it doesn't take too long, we might be able to go over the basics of hunting, don't expect to become the best hunter out there on your first day." He mewed and smiled down at her, he sure was kind, not like those other mentors that often got mad at their apprentice for basically nothing!

"Okay!" Willowpaw finished gulping down her meal before getting to her paws, tail waving side to side excitedly, eyes bright. "I'm ready!" she bounced on her paws, hopping from side to side, a smile on her maw.

((Move to the territory?))

[Cave]

"I suppose that makes sense," the old she-cat replied, "I thought I'd ask, just in case." Her eyes glowed with concern when she witnessed just how much older Agaveheart seemed. She can't be that much older than me, she thought, but then again, the medicine cat had been through far worse bouts of stress and hardships. She was bound to have a few more gray strands on her muzzle. Owlfeather pushed the prey closer to her.
"I hope you're remembering to take care of yourself, too. We all share concerns about your well-being." She spoke with a stern but gentle tone. She knew the medicine cat was wise enough to care for herself, but her own motherly instinct prompted her to worry, and she couldn't help voicing her concerns.

"Prey may be scarce, but patrols have been coming and leaving with frequency; we seem to be functioning just fine, despite our rather unfortunate circumstances." She sat down gingerly, wrapping her mottled, feathery tail around her paws. She was attempting to quell any worries about the clan's strength, in hopes that it would help her feel less overwhelmed. "How are you managing, throughout all this?"

(It just occurred to me that in a separate rp, owl's patrol is being attacked by rogues. After a couple of replies here, I was thinking maybe owl could say goodbye and head out for that patrol, and then return later because her patrol was injured? I figured the injured cats would have to go to Agave anyways, so it might work well to incorporate that here too. What do you think?)

Agaveheart perked up when she heard patrols are doing well. She lapped up some cold, crisp water from her puddle and still ignored the prey Owlfeather gave her. "It's good the patrols are doing well, I'm not sure we can survive long without yall," she mewed not looking at Owlfeather.
The old brown tabby gave into her temptation and took a gentle bite off the prey that had been delivered to her. It made her mouth water profusely, as she drooled all over her meal she looked up at Owlfeather, "I need you to do me a favor, can you make sure that Riverclan gets some land back? I don't want them to be so mad at us right now, we can't afford any wars."she mewed with her maw full. She quickly finished and licked her lips.

(yeah I think that would be good)

[Gone]

"Okay!" Willowpaw finished gulping down her meal before getting to her paws, tail waving side to side excitedly, eyes bright. "I'm ready!" she bounced on her paws, hopping from side to side, a smile on her maw.

((Move to the territory?))
Ravenheart smiled and got up as well after she had. "Alright, let's get going, we have a territory to explore." He said and lightly tapped her hind legs with his tail as he took the lead and headed towards the entrance, she was lucky to have him as a mentor.

(Yup, I'll make the post)

[pidgeon]

Agaveheart perked up when she heard patrols are doing well. She lapped up some cold, crisp water from her puddle and still ignored the prey Owlfeather gave her. "It's good the patrols are doing well, I'm not sure we can survive long without yall," she mewed not looking at Owlfeather.
The old brown tabby gave into her temptation and took a gentle bite off the prey that had been delivered to her. It made her mouth water profusely, as she drooled all over her meal she looked up at Owlfeather, "I need you to do me a favor, can you make sure that Riverclan gets some land back? I don't want them to be so mad at us right now, we can't afford any wars."she mewed with her maw full. She quickly finished and licked her lips.

(yeah I think that would be good)

Owlfeather's eyes glinted with relief when the old medicine cat finally indulged in the prey she'd brought. Where would they be if their medicine cat fell ill? Her health was of critical importance, especially now, when the whole clan was looking to her for instruction. She nodded slowly as she listened to Agaveheart's order.
"I'll see to it at once," She mewed with a dip of her head. "I wouldn't be surprised if they've already altered the borders themselves. I'll be sure that they've no reason to start any fights with us." She meowed a goodbye to the brown tabby before she made her way, stiffly, back into the clearing to find cats suitable for a patrol. She felt far better now, knowing that Agaveheart was taking care of herself. She was doing well, in lieu of everything she had on her shoulders. Any cat would be stressed in such a position, so given everything, Owlfeather thought the medicine cat was doing as well as she could be.

Little did she know, she would soon have even more trouble to deal with.

[Moonraven]

The shadow was blotted against the firs in Shadowclan territory, its owner rigid as a stone. Golden eyes widened, watching the young cats. The cat, a tom, was simply learning the ways of the cats. He had been wandering the place for nearly 4 moons, and eventually came to this forest. It seemed the right place for a cat, since there were several felines already here. He ruffled his coal-black fur, blending himself into the shadows. He crouched, slinking around the clearing.

This cat is named Crow, after his dark fur. He was young, and scrawny due to lack of prey. His ears weren't tattered, but his fur was ruffled, a distinctive picture of a loner who had never met a cat before. He had, but hadn't since his mother died giving birth to his younger sister, Raven. She died as well, so it was basically just him. He got over it surprisingly quick, because he was used to death. His father died before he was born. Ever since Twolegs invaded the barn where his family lived, poison had killed half the cats. Death was common for him.

He didn't like death, though. He hated the smell of dead cat, and was somewhat depressed afterward. These cats he was watching, living free and in the wild, they were so.... young. He might be able to live here. These cats looked willing enough. So Crow carefully stepped a paw out into the clearing where the young cats were play-fighting. His voice was deep and rather disturbing, so he kept quiet, waiting for a reaction.
---


Rabbitpaw
Yellow eyes widened as the tom's back legs lashed out over her head, his paws passing mere inches above her folded ears, sending a slight breeze to ruffle the fur along the back of her neck. Luckily he missed, perhaps distracted by something she couldn't see, and she was able to ram into his front legs and knock him over, otherwise she would have received a hard kick to the jaw.

She skidded a bit before she was able to turn around and face Redpaw, noticing the apologetic look he gave Whiteshadow. Hearing the senior warrior's words she blinked, realizing she shouldn't be giving the tom time to recuperate just as he shouldn't be giving her the time to attack him. She crouched, leaping towards him in order to pin him down before he could be ready to attack her. Though a sudden breeze brought forth an unfamiliar scent of a clanless cat and she whipped her head towards the source, causing her paws to stutter and trip over themselves until she ended up smacking ungracefully into Redpaw and rolling over the apprentice.

She shook her head, trying to stop the world from spinning, and looked up to see two black silhouettes turn into one solid, scrawny looking cat at the edge of the clearing. The fur along her spine raised in alarm as she jumped to her paws, keeping crouched against the dirt as she stared with big eyes at the newcomer. Prickles of unease stabbed throughout her pelt as she waited for what Snowfrost and Whiteshadow had to say about this unfamiliar cat intruding on the training grounds. She would fight if she needed to, this cat just spooked her a bit is all.

The red apprentice twisted his head towards Rabbitpaw and back at Whiteshadow, ears pricking at the part-time mentor’s advice. Redpaw got up on all fours, but it was too late for that the she-cat apprentice rushing towards the young tom. He flinched as the clumsy molly tripped over her paws, bumping into Redpaw. “Uck!” the red cat yelped, getting tumbled on the grass.

As the world stopped circling around, Redpaw shook his head and glared at the young she-cat apprentice. The advice from the white tom echoed in his mind. The red apprentice took a few paces back and sprang into the air, targeting Rabbitpaw.

| Moonraven little-life-light |

Snowfrost and Whiteshadow both shot to their paws as they caught sight of the cat that stepped out into the clearing. That explained the feelings of eyes watching them. Whiteshadow moved before Snowfrost as he kept an eye on Redpaw who clearly hadn't noticed the intruder. As he leaped at Rabbitpaw, Whiteshadow cleared the distance between them and with practiced precision and skill that came with his age, the maine coon intercepted the attack, darting in between the apprentices to grab Redpaw's scuff in mid-air and pulled him away from the scottish fold. As the tom hung in his maw for a few seconds, Whiteshadow carefully set the young tom down on the ground beside him instead of in front of him. "Easy, we've got company." He meowed to Redpaw, the senior warrior kept himself stationed slightly in front of the apprentice in a protective manner. The odd intruder didn't look like he was here for trouble, but it was never a bad idea to be cautious.

***

As Whiteshadow took to tending to Redpaw, the Russian blue took to observing the cat while padding over her apprentice who looked rather startled, she wordlessly brushed her flank along the younger cat in a reassuring gesture and to silently tell her to relax. Snowfrost kept her guard up, although her fur remained unbristled and her muscles relaxed, she looked the perfect picture of serenity. Her pale eyes picked out several details on the black cat, though it was clear he could have seen better days, he wasn't as tattered as some rogues she's laid her eyes on. It was clear from his posture and expression that he was clearly not here for a fight, but still, he wasn't exactly supposed to be on clan territory nor so close to their camp. Snowfrost decided to handle this with a non-aggressive approach. Not everything needed to be solved with violence, something she wanted to showed the apprentices. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" She asked, normally she offered their names in return but wanted to know of this cats business first.

[|+sari+|]

Soulpaw's ears swiveled to face Cherrydapple as she lifted herself onto her paws from her sitting position. "I'd be fine with battle training." Soulpaw says, sliding her claws out and digging into the soft, cool dirt beneath her paws. "I ate earlier."
She made eye contact with her mentor for a split second before casting her gaze around camp once more, taking in the rising sun and the trees casting long shadows across camp. Stifling a yawn, she stretched and shook drowsiness from her pelt. "Are we training with anyone else? Or just us?" Soulpaw looked up at her mentor, amber eyes glinting with excitement that wasn't evident anywhere else on her body.

[Would you like for this to be a group rp so there can be more cats to train with? I can ask around to see who's willing. If that's okay, I'll wait til I find a few people before I respond c: ))

[unserene]

[Would you like for this to be a group rp so there can be more cats to train with? I can ask around to see who's willing. If that's okay, I'll wait til I find a few people before I respond c: ))
((yeah, that's no prob! :3c ))

[.:Virgo:.]

Bubblingbrook sat in the den, the cold wind making her shiver. She had yet to grow in her winter coat and had nothing better to do than just sit and wait until the winds die down. She tucked herself into a ball to conserve her own body heat. The molly looked at the den wall, only occasionally shivering from the cold winds.

She was one of few occupants in the den, so there weren't many cats to talk to. If she was lucky, she had at least one or two individuals in the den with her, where they would huddle and exchange stories. But there was barely anyone there, so she fluffed up her coat in a futile attempt to warm herself and sat, her blue eyes staring off into space.

[pidgeon]

Bubblingbrook sat in the den, the cold wind making her shiver. She had yet to grow in her winter coat and had nothing better to do than just sit and wait until the winds die down. She tucked herself into a ball to conserve her own body heat. The molly looked at the den wall, only occasionally shivering from the cold winds.

She was one of few occupants in the den, so there weren't many cats to talk to. If she was lucky, she had at least one or two individuals in the den with her, where they would huddle and exchange stories. But there was barely anyone there, so she fluffed up her coat in a futile attempt to warm herself and sat, her blue eyes staring off into space.

The brittle cold was chilling Owlfeather to the bone. She felt sore from the work she had been doing, mixed with her old age and the cold. As she trotted towards the elder's den with a scrawny mouse in her jaws, she thought to herself how she ought to be living there by now. She shook her head. There was simply too much to be done to retire now.

But due to the cold, she felt the need to check in on the elders, to see how they were faring in this sudden gust of leaf-bare chill. She mewed a greeting as she entered the den, nodding politely to Bubblingbrook and dropping the mouse at her paws.
"I've brought you some fresh-kill," she spoke quietly. "It's not much, but the pile is rather slim these days." There was sympathy in her mew, as she noticed the elder all fluffed up against the cold. It was then that she noticed just how drafty the den seemed.

"Brr, you must be freezing your tail off in here! Shall I gather a patrol to reinforce the den?" she suggested. An activity like that would warm her up herself, she thought, and the den would surely need to be patched up before the real icy cold of leaf-bare set in. She couldn't bear the thought of letting the elders freeze to death in such a drafty den.

[Mango]

Moonraven

Soaringpaw stalked out of the apprentice den. Her fur was mostly black, she had white paws and a white chest. Soaringpaw’s fur was clearly ungroomed. It was extremely messy, some chunks were sticking up. It looked as if she had never groomed her fur before. Her dark green eyes were wide. She looked rather unruly. she stalked past the apprentice near her mindlessly pushing the apprentice out of the way paying no mind to the apprentice in her way.

[Mango]

Pigeonpaw had been settling in for a mid-morning nap in the warm sand outside of the apprentice's den. She'd just eaten some fresh-kill after coming back from a hunt, and was feeling full and comfortable, enjoying the mild breeze. She was nearly asleep when she was jolted by the feeling of some careless cat shoving into her.
"Hey, watch where you're putting your paws," She snarled half-heartedly, her voice tinged with sleepiness.
Soaringpaw paused in her tracks before slowly turning her head before slowly turning around completely and staring intently at Pigeonpaw. In a hoarse and hollow voice she spoke,” Stay out of my way.” She remained standing there as she continued to stare into Pigeonpaw’s soul as if she was sucking all the joy and happiness out of Pigeonpaw. The way she was staring at her would make anyone wonder if she was going to kill someone. Her mind was completely blank. She moved around as mindless as a zombie moving through life without thought just through muscle memory.

[.:Virgo:.]

The brittle cold was chilling Owlfeather to the bone. She felt sore from the work she had been doing, mixed with her old age and the cold. As she trotted towards the elder's den with a scrawny mouse in her jaws, she thought to herself how she ought to be living there by now. She shook her head. There was simply too much to be done to retire now.

But due to the cold, she felt the need to check in on the elders, to see how they were faring in this sudden gust of leaf-bare chill. She mewed a greeting as she entered the den, nodding politely to Bubblingbrook and dropping the mouse at her paws.
"I've brought you some fresh-kill," she spoke quietly. "It's not much, but the pile is rather slim these days." There was sympathy in her mew, as she noticed the elder all fluffed up against the cold. It was then that she noticed just how drafty the den seemed.

"Brr, you must be freezing your tail off in here! Shall I gather a patrol to reinforce the den?" she suggested. An activity like that would warm her up herself, she thought, and the den would surely need to be patched up before the real icy cold of leaf-bare set in. She couldn't bear the thought of letting the elders freeze to death in such a drafty den.

"Ah, thank you." Bubblingbrook looked at the tortiseshell with a smile. She dragged the mouse towards her and looked at the molly. "Would you like to share? You look half-starved, and I can spare a few bites."

Bubbling was about to take a bite of the mouse when she heard the suggestion. "You don't have to take out a patrol." She said and looked at the bedraggled tortie. "You look like you need some time resting. I'll ask someone else, or just go out myself. But I do agree with you, this is pretty drafty." Bubblingbrook glanced around the den. It had a lot of holes in the walls, and the moss hadn't been changed in a while, but it was livable, albeit a bit cold.

"I wonder why we don't fix up all of our dens before leaf-fall, They could spare a few warriors, and we need all of the healthy warriors we can get without them all catching colds." Bubblingbrook mused aloud, eyeing the kind of sparse warriors den and apprentices den through the holes in her own den.

[|+sari+|]

((yeah, that's no prob! :3c ))

Soulpaw's ears swiveled to face Cherrydapple as she lifted herself onto her paws from her sitting position. "I'd be fine with battle training." Soulpaw says, sliding her claws out and digging into the soft, cool dirt beneath her paws. "I ate earlier."
She made eye contact with her mentor for a split second before casting her gaze around camp once more, taking in the rising sun and the trees casting long shadows across camp. Stifling a yawn, she stretched and shook drowsiness from her pelt. "Are we training with anyone else? Or just us?" Soulpaw looked up at her mentor, amber eyes glinting with excitement that wasn't evident anywhere else on her body.

Cherrydapple glanced around, humming to himself contentedly whilst kneading his paws into the dirt. Then he glanced down at Soulpaw, a smile on his maw. "Tell you what? I'll get Fairthorn and Kiwibounce to train with us today." he padded to where the two she-cats were sitting near the corner of camp, murmuring to them in conversation. He then gave a nod and padded back to his pupil, gesturing with his tail for her to follow him. "Let's go. They'll join us in a bit." he went towards the camp entrance, slipping through to the other side.

((I'll go ahead and post a starter at the training spot and mention everyone c: ))

[pidgeon]

"Ah, thank you." Bubblingbrook looked at the tortiseshell with a smile. She dragged the mouse towards her and looked at the molly. "Would you like to share? You look half-starved, and I can spare a few bites."

Bubbling was about to take a bite of the mouse when she heard the suggestion. "You don't have to take out a patrol." She said and looked at the bedraggled tortie. "You look like you need some time resting. I'll ask someone else, or just go out myself. But I do agree with you, this is pretty drafty." Bubblingbrook glanced around the den. It had a lot of holes in the walls, and the moss hadn't been changed in a while, but it was livable, albeit a bit cold.

"I wonder why we don't fix up all of our dens before leaf-fall, They could spare a few warriors, and we need all of the healthy warriors we can get without them all catching colds." Bubblingbrook mused aloud, eyeing the kind of sparse warriors den and apprentices den through the holes in her own den.

"Ah, I suppose it would be mouse-brained for me to refuse," Owlfeather spoke with humor in her mew as she settled in next to the elder to share the meager meal. The clan needed all of the food it could get, and the more that was shared, the more bellies would be filled. The old molly may have been a very proud cat, but she wasn't dim-witted. She knew she had to keep up her strength if she wanted to keep serving her clan as a warrior.

"It would be no trouble, really," she told Bubblingbrook, referring to the den reinforcements. "I could gather some of the apprentices to fetch some supplies. It might be good for them to learn how to properly reinforce dens for leaf-fall, and they're young and healthy. It's a chore that will surely need to be done before long; we don't want to freeze our tails off this-coming leaf-bare." Owlfeather already felt warmer sitting beside the other cat, their pelts brushing to conserve heat. With winds this cold this early in the season, the tortoiseshell feared that they were in for a rough leaf-bare.

[pidgeon]

(Open to any ShadowClan apprentices, or cats who want to help!)

Owlfeather had just left the elder's den after talking with Bubblingbrook. It had become apparent to her that the den was extremely drafty, and the elders were cold and uncomfortable. Now that she'd thought about it, the elder's den wasn't the only den that could stand for some reinforcements before the icy chill of leaf-bare set in. On top of that, with so much of the prey scared off and the training hollow charred, the apprentices had likely not had much to do. The old she-cat had a solution for both those problems.

The senior warrior trotted over to the apprentice's den to see who was up and around and not already busy. She immediately noticed a handful of the young cats resting or chatting.
"I've got a task for you," she announced her presence as she poked her head into the den. "If the lot of you could venture into the territory and see what materials you can find to reinforce the dens, it would be extremely helpful. The elders are freezing their tails off," she mewed to the apprentices. "Besides, I'm sure you all would prefer to have a warm den, too."

Dirtfur -- I thought Redpaw might be interested in this!

[.:Virgo:.]

"Ah, I suppose it would be mouse-brained for me to refuse," Owlfeather spoke with humor in her mew as she settled in next to the elder to share the meager meal. The clan needed all of the food it could get, and the more that was shared, the more bellies would be filled. The old molly may have been a very proud cat, but she wasn't dim-witted. She knew she had to keep up her strength if she wanted to keep serving her clan as a warrior.

"It would be no trouble, really," she told Bubblingbrook, referring to the den reinforcements. "I could gather some of the apprentices to fetch some supplies. It might be good for them to learn how to properly reinforce dens for leaf-fall, and they're young and healthy. It's a chore that will surely need to be done before long; we don't want to freeze our tails off this-coming leaf-bare." Owlfeather already felt warmer sitting beside the other cat, their pelts brushing to conserve heat. With winds this cold this early in the season, the tortoiseshell feared that they were in for a rough leaf-bare.
"That would be a good idea." Bubblingbrook replied at the idea of apprentices fixing the dens. "Although, they would need constant supervision. Or else there'll be less work, more sharing tongues. While I don't mind a bit of interaction between the younger cats in our clan, it can distract from working."

The light grey tabby felt a bit warmer with the tortoiseshell sitting next to her, conserving the very little body heat she had in the first place.

[Dirtfur]

(Open to any ShadowClan apprentices, or cats who want to help!)

Owlfeather had just left the elder's den after talking with Bubblingbrook. It had become apparent to her that the den was extremely drafty, and the elders were cold and uncomfortable. Now that she'd thought about it, the elder's den wasn't the only den that could stand for some reinforcements before the icy chill of leaf-bare set in. On top of that, with so much of the prey scared off and the training hollow charred, the apprentices had likely not had much to do. The old she-cat had a solution for both those problems.

The senior warrior trotted over to the apprentice's den to see who was up and around and not already busy. She immediately noticed a handful of the young cats resting or chatting.
"I've got a task for you," she announced her presence as she poked her head into the den. "If the lot of you could venture into the territory and see what materials you can find to reinforce the dens, it would be extremely helpful. The elders are freezing their tails off," she mewed to the apprentices. "Besides, I'm sure you all would prefer to have a warm den, too."

Dirtfur -- I thought Redpaw might be interested in this!

Redpaw was staring down at the ground of the apprentices' den. Memories of the fire burned into the young tomcat's mind, but as soon as he heard Owlfeather proclaimed to the apprentices' den, the dreadful memories were set aside. Reinforcing the dens? Seems like a good time waster, the red Selkirk rex thought. "Ready whenever the others are!" he mewed.

[pidgeon]

"That would be a good idea." Bubblingbrook replied at the idea of apprentices fixing the dens. "Although, they would need constant supervision. Or else there'll be less work, more sharing tongues. While I don't mind a bit of interaction between the younger cats in our clan, it can distract from working."

The light grey tabby felt a bit warmer with the tortoiseshell sitting next to her, conserving the very little body heat she had in the first place.

"Yes, I'd be sure to supervise them. We'd want things to actually get done, of course. Perhaps I can get Leaftail and Snowfrost to help with that, too." She imagined that those particular warriors would be eager enough to help out. Many times they'd helped the old she-cat out with keeping this StarClan-forsaken clan running smoothly while they waited for a new leader to be appointed.

"Speaking of the younger cats," The senior warrior purred, "Have any of the kits come to visit you lately? It must get rather lonely in here," She purred, thinking fondly of the few kits that the clan had right now. She hadn't seen them out and about much, and she didn't blame the queens for keeping them tucked away safely in the nursery, with everything that was going on.

[.:Virgo:.]

"Yes, I'd be sure to supervise them. We'd want things to actually get done, of course. Perhaps I can get Leaftail and Snowfrost to help with that, too." She imagined that those particular warriors would be eager enough to help out. Many times they'd helped the old she-cat out with keeping this StarClan-forsaken clan running smoothly while they waited for a new leader to be appointed.

"Speaking of the younger cats," The senior warrior purred, "Have any of the kits come to visit you lately? It must get rather lonely in here," She purred, thinking fondly of the few kits that the clan had right now. She hadn't seen them out and about much, and she didn't blame the queens for keeping them tucked away safely in the nursery, with everything that was going on.
Bubblingbrook just nodded as the molly talked about the sort of plan. The silver tabby herself had supervised multiple den repairs when she was a warrior. But when the other molly asked her about the younger cats, her features drooped a bit. "A few moons ago I visited with an apprentice, but, I've just been sitting in here mostly alone for quite the while." Bubbling sighed and looked straight at the tortoiseshell sitting next to her. "In fact, you're one of the first cats to bother having a conversation with me. I've had a few apprentices come and bring me food, but that's about it."

[Moon Lily]

Raventuft padded gracefully out of his den, forcing himself to get some fresh air. He hated how Shadowclan was like at the moment. The rouges treated the camp like they owned it. Technically, they did, but still! Shadowclan didn't feel...natural anymore. Not like home. He shivered, padding further into the clearing, avoiding rouges with evil stares. He found a nice tree and plopped himself down next to it, relishing the sunshine.

Snail-paw

[|+sari+|]

unserene canine Lilyfur2

Cherrydapple led his eager apprentice, Soulpaw, into the training ground, with Fairthorn and Kiwibounce not far behind. Cherrydapple turned to Soulpaw, and gave her a brief explanation of what they were going to do. "I'm going to be teaching you several different moves, and you're going to be trying those moves on each of us in turns, to see how each of us react and attack. This will help you learn to defend yourself against different kinds of apponents in battle and learn their strategies. For example... the front paw strike, the easiest to learn." he raised a paw, claws unsheathed, and lightly brought it down on her head before he set it back down on the ground. "Like that, but stronger and faster. Now, try it on Kiwibounce. Learn and observe how she reacts. Don't hurt her; keep your claws seathed." he nodded to the warrior.

[Snail-paw]

Raventuft padded gracefully out of his den, forcing himself to get some fresh air. He hated how Shadowclan was like at the moment. The rouges treated the camp like they owned it. Technically, they did, but still! Shadowclan didn't feel...natural anymore. Not like home. He shivered, padding further into the clearing, avoiding rouges with evil stares. He found a nice tree and plopped himself down next to it, relishing the sunshine.

Snail-paw
Boulderheart padded into camp a dreary look on her face, prey was slowing down for the winter and with the rogues now joined they had many new mouths to feed. Dropping off her prey at the freshkill pile she tried to distract herself. “Hey raventuft!” She called looking to talk to the other warrior

[Moon Lily]

Boulderheart padded into camp a dreary look on her face, prey was slowing down for the winter and with the rogues now joined they had many new mouths to feed. Dropping off her prey at the freshkill pile she tried to distract herself. “Hey raventuft!” She called looking to talk to the other warrior
Raventuft's head, swing in the direction of the far clearing. He caught sight of a grey she-cat, and he waved his tail in greeting. He sat up, shaking out his fur before he finally stood up as padded over to meet the she-cat.
"Hey, Boulderheart." He mewed, flicking his ear as he approached.

[Moon Lily]

unserene canine Lilyfur2

Cherrydapple led his eager apprentice, Soulpaw, into the training ground, with Fairthorn and Kiwibounce not far behind. Cherrydapple turned to Soulpaw, and gave her a brief explanation of what they were going to do. "I'm going to be teaching you several different moves, and you're going to be trying those moves on each of us in turns, to see how each of us react and attack. This will help you learn to defend yourself against different kinds of apponents in battle and learn their strategies. For example... the front paw strike, the easiest to learn." he raised a paw, claws unsheathed, and lightly brought it down on her head before he set it back down on the ground. "Like that, but stronger and faster. Now, try it on Kiwibounce. Learn and observe how she reacts. Don't hurt her; keep your claws seathed." he nodded to the warrior.
unserene canine |+Tired Rose Child+|

Kiwibounce padded after the warriors and apprentice, her fur waving slightly in the soft wind. She tried her best to keep her excitement under control, because, one, these were the first cats that she had trained with besides Cascadespirit and Nightsky, and two, she was also training with an apprentice, and she's never had an apprentice to train with before either. She hoped she didn't embarrass herself. She nodded as Cherrydapple explained the routine. She wouldn't let them down. He seemed so calm, and so professional. She hoped she could remain as Clan as him someday. She stood up straighter as Cherrydapple assigned Soulpaw to her first. The front paw strike. I know how to react to this. She thought excitedly.
"Of course. Over here, Soulpaw!" She mewed, hoping to catch the apprentice's attention. She started herself, ready for the apprentice's first move.

[pidgeon]

Bubblingbrook just nodded as the molly talked about the sort of plan. The silver tabby herself had supervised multiple den repairs when she was a warrior. But when the other molly asked her about the younger cats, her features drooped a bit. "A few moons ago I visited with an apprentice, but, I've just been sitting in here mostly alone for quite the while." Bubbling sighed and looked straight at the tortoiseshell sitting next to her. "In fact, you're one of the first cats to bother having a conversation with me. I've had a few apprentices come and bring me food, but that's about it."

"Hmm, well we'll surely have to do something about that," Owlfeather chuffed. One of her personal fears was that nobody would visit her once she joined the elder's den. She couldn't imagine the loneliness. "Perhaps I'll visit the queens and encourage them to let the kits visit from time to time. I know that could be good for both you and the kits," she mewed thoughtfully. It was supposed to be so normal for the younger cats of the clan to listen to the stories of the elder's. Tensions had been so high as of lately that it seemed the balance of the clan had been completely thrown off.

[.:Virgo:.]

"Hmm, well we'll surely have to do something about that," Owlfeather chuffed. One of her personal fears was that nobody would visit her once she joined the elder's den. She couldn't imagine the loneliness. "Perhaps I'll visit the queens and encourage them to let the kits visit from time to time. I know that could be good for both you and the kits," she mewed thoughtfully. It was supposed to be so normal for the younger cats of the clan to listen to the stories of the elder's. Tensions had been so high as of lately that it seemed the balance of the clan had been completely thrown off.
Bubblingbrook smiled and blinked gratefully at the tortoiseshell she. "That would be nice. I could use some company." the silver molly's gaze soon drifted to the ground. She had had her own kits once, and none of them had come into the elders' den once as of late. Or rather, they were unable to. Out of her first litter of three kits, one had died just before becoming an apprentice of kitten cough, and the other two had barely lasted three moons as warriors before being killed by the same badger. Smokekit, Freesiaflowers, and Burningivy.

Bubbling missed the kits and missed being in the nursery. Kits were a joy tht she hadn't had as of late, and she had an ache in her heart.

[pidgeon]

Bubblingbrook smiled and blinked gratefully at the tortoiseshell she. "That would be nice. I could use some company." the silver molly's gaze soon drifted to the ground. She had had her own kits once, and none of them had come into the elders' den once as of late. Or rather, they were unable to. Out of her first litter of three kits, one had died just before becoming an apprentice of kitten cough, and the other two had barely lasted three moons as warriors before being killed by the same badger. Smokekit, Freesiaflowers, and Burningivy.

Bubbling missed the kits and missed being in the nursery. Kits were a joy tht she hadn't had as of late, and she had an ache in her heart.

Owlfeather was lucky enough to still have younger kin in the clan. Her daughter, Citrusflower, and her grand-kit, Flowerpaw. She had other kits, but had felt the pain of loss when they were taken by StarClan too soon. Her mate had abandoned the clan many moons ago to join the rowdy band of rogues that terrorized ShadowClan. She could sense the ache in the older cat's heart, and could see the sadness in her eyes. She would surely do something about that. No cat should feel this lonely.

"The sour mood of this clan needs to change, and it will, if I've got anything to do with it." She let out a sigh. Everybody was so on edge, and now she was witnessing a direct consequence. Cats were neglecting to care for each other. The old tortoiseshell had been doing her best, but with no leader or deputy to give any official orders and organize things, the clan couldn't help but be in disarray. She could only pray that things would sort out soon. In the mean-time, she would continue to do all she could.

[Madelaine]

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Demontail padded out of the warriors den after helping cats out with the repairs. He wanted to help out, since he was one of the cats to help Shadowclan out. He couldn't let anybody get hurt, including his daughter, his sister, Tinykit, and Citrusflower. The rogue sat outside the warriors den, watching all the other cats eat. He walked over to the fresh kill pile and pulled out a mouse. It wasn't for him, since he wasn't a Shadowclan cat yet. Demontail took the mouse and padded back into the warriors den. He dropped it at Citrusflower's side and then walked back out onto the camp clearing. Demontail padded back to his spot before licking his shoulder wound.

[pidgeon]

| CasperCreates; |

Demontail padded out of the warriors den after helping cats out with the repairs. He wanted to help out, since he was one of the cats to help Shadowclan out. He couldn't let anybody get hurt, including his daughter, his sister, Tinykit, and Citrusflower. The rogue sat outside the warriors den, watching all the other cats eat. He walked over to the fresh kill pile and pulled out a mouse. It wasn't for him, since he wasn't a Shadowclan cat yet. Demontail took the mouse and padded back into the warriors den. He dropped it at Citrusflower's side and then walked back out onto the camp clearing. Demontail padded back to his spot before licking his shoulder wound.

Owlfeather was sweeping debris away from the clearing, salvaging what she could to reinforce the tattered dens. She had sent some apprentices out in a group to search for materials to help re-build; the dens would need to be in top shape before the icy cold of leaf-bare set in. It seemed there was no end to the misfortunes of her clan.

Due to the scratch that she had gained across her face, one of her eyes was almost swollen shut, so she surveyed the clearing with her one good eye. Her pain wasn't too terrible, so she had confidence that her wounds would heal just fine. She wasn't worried about it. She had just decided to give in to her hunger and pick a scrawny vole from the fresh-kill pile, when she noticed Demontail. The cat gave her a bad feeling, and she still had not gotten used to him hanging around her daughter. She wanted to speak with him, especially after all this.

"Thank you for protecting her," The old molly greeted him quietly. Despite her misgivings about the rogue tom, he had saved the life of her daughter, and for that, she could not hold his flaws against him. His heart seemed to be in the right place.

[.:Virgo:.]

Owlfeather was lucky enough to still have younger kin in the clan. Her daughter, Citrusflower, and her grand-kit, Flowerpaw. She had other kits but had felt the pain of loss when they were taken by StarClan too soon. Her mate had abandoned the clan many moons ago to join the rowdy band of rogues that terrorized ShadowClan. She could sense the ache in the older cat's heart and could see the sadness in her eyes. She would surely do something about that. No cat should feel this lonely.

"The sour mood of this clan needs to change, and it will if I've got anything to do with it." She let out a sigh. Everybody was so on edge, and now she was witnessing a direct consequence. Cats were neglecting to care for each other. The old tortoiseshell had been doing her best, but with no leader or deputy to give any official orders and organize things, the clan couldn't help but be in disarray. She could only pray that things would sort out soon. In the mean-time, she would continue to do all she could.

Bubbling mournfully nodded, and she took another bite out of the forgotten mouse. "This clan's mood is like one of those medical herbs left out in the sun too long that soured."

Bubblingbrook was catapulted out of her grief not very long after it had started. Her head rose and she snapped her head towards the tortoiseshell. "I just realized that I haven't asked you for your name, how forgetful of me! I'm Bubblingbrook." The molly's cheeks warmed at her own forgetfulness.

[pidgeon]

Bubbling mournfully nodded, and she took another bite out of the forgotten mouse. "This clan's mood is like one of those medical herbs left out in the sun too long that soured."

Bubblingbrook was catapulted out of her grief not very long after it had started. Her head rose and she snapped her head towards the tortoiseshell. "I just realized that I haven't asked you for your name, how forgetful of me! I'm Bubblingbrook." The molly's cheeks warmed at her own forgetfulness.

"I knew that, of course," Owlfeather's whiskers twitched with amusement. She may not have spoken to Bubblingbrook that often, but they weren't that different in age, and both had been in the clan for many moons. It would be absurd for her to have forgotten the name of an elder. Perhaps the old gray she-cat's age had hindered her memory.
"I'm Owlfeather, though." The tortoiseshell reminded the older cat of her name.

[Madelaine]

Owlfeather was sweeping debris away from the clearing, salvaging what she could to reinforce the tattered dens. She had sent some apprentices out in a group to search for materials to help re-build; the dens would need to be in top shape before the icy cold of leaf-bare set in. It seemed there was no end to the misfortunes of her clan.

Due to the scratch that she had gained across her face, one of her eyes was almost swollen shut, so she surveyed the clearing with her one good eye. Her pain wasn't too terrible, so she had confidence that her wounds would heal just fine. She wasn't worried about it. She had just decided to give in to her hunger and pick a scrawny vole from the fresh-kill pile, when she noticed Demontail. The cat gave her a bad feeling, and she still had not gotten used to him hanging around her daughter. She wanted to speak with him, especially after all this.

"Thank you for protecting her," The old molly greeted him quietly. Despite her misgivings about the rogue tom, he had saved the life of her daughter, and for that, she could not hold his flaws against him. His heart seemed to be in the right place.

Demontail had finished washing his wound when he scented a familar scent. He lifted up his head to see Owlfeather. He hadn't talked to her one on one in a long time. The last time it wasn't too pleasant, but he's not one to hold that kind of grudge. "Id do anything to help out my family and Citrusflower is my family. She's been a bit clingy to me since the battle.", he replied. Demontail's mouthed water, but he still wouldn't dare taking it for himself. He would go back to his own territory to hunt, but he hasn't stayed there since before the battle.

The black tom wasn't the kind of cat to feel nervous, but this was a cat he kind of knew well. He didn't want to do anything to upset her. "I'd do anything for your clanmates as one day they may be mine also.", he said, dropping a hint that he might stay. Demontail showed devotion and that wasn't just because Citrusflower or his sister and neice were in this clan it qas because he saw everyone as his friends. He had been hunting with many Shadowclan cats before.

[Snail-paw]

Raventuft's head, swing in the direction of the far clearing. He caught sight of a grey she-cat, and he waved his tail in greeting. He sat up, shaking out his fur before he finally stood up as padded over to meet the she-cat.
"Hey, Boulderheart." He mewed, flicking his ear as he approached.
Smileing boulderheart virtually bounced over, excited to talk to someone. Her tail swishing over the ground as she sat next to raventuft, “how are you doing”
She asked turning to the other warrior

[.:Virgo:.]

"I knew that, of course," Owlfeather's whiskers twitched with amusement. She may not have spoken to Bubblingbrook that often, but they weren't that different in age, and both had been in the clan for many moons. It would be absurd for her to have forgotten the name of an elder. Perhaps the old gray she-cat's age had hindered her memory.
"I'm Owlfeather, though." The tortoiseshell reminded the older cat of her name.
"Ahhh. Sorry about that, my mind can't seem to remember what names go to which faces these days." Bubblingbrook licked at her chest fur in embarrassment.

Once she had gotten over her temporary embarrassment, she shoved the mostly uneaten mouse over to Owlfeather. "Here, have a bite." Bubbling heaved a sigh and her dark blue eyes unfocused and stared out of the den. Her fur ruffled as if she had seen a ghost.

Bubblingbrook blinked again. 'What in the...' she thought, 'There is no way that My daughter just walked into the camp. She's dead... She looked through a different hole in the den wall. Nothing. Great. Not only is my memory muddled, I've started seeing things.

[Moon Lily]

Smileing boulderheart virtually bounced over, excited to talk to someone. Her tail swishing over the ground as she sat next to raventuft, “how are you doing”
She asked turning to the other warrior
Raventuft shrugged.
"I'm doing just fine." He mewed, smiling slightly at the molly. He glanced at a nearby den, destroyed by the rouge attack. He thought, and shook his head softly.
"Actually." He mewed again, "I am quite disappointed with the state of the camp. Hmmph. Rouges... However, how was your day?" He mewed bluntly.

Snail-paw

[Moonraven]

(Open to any ShadowClan apprentices, or cats who want to help!)

Owlfeather had just left the elder's den after talking with Bubblingbrook. It had become apparent to her that the den was extremely drafty, and the elders were cold and uncomfortable. Now that she'd thought about it, the elder's den wasn't the only den that could stand for some reinforcements before the icy chill of leaf-bare set in. On top of that, with so much of the prey scared off and the training hollow charred, the apprentices had likely not had much to do. The old she-cat had a solution for both those problems.

The senior warrior trotted over to the apprentice's den to see who was up and around and not already busy. She immediately noticed a handful of the young cats resting or chatting.
"I've got a task for you," she announced her presence as she poked her head into the den. "If the lot of you could venture into the territory and see what materials you can find to reinforce the dens, it would be extremely helpful. The elders are freezing their tails off," she mewed to the apprentices. "Besides, I'm sure you all would prefer to have a warm den, too."

Dirtfur -- I thought Redpaw might be interested in this!
Dirtfur

The young she-cat was laying off to the side, chest falling and rising with some difficulty. The tortie blinked her watery eyes, drawing her pink tongue over a paw to rub at her eyes. The she-cat has been recovering rather well since that battle, as always, keeping to herself and playing with her imaginary friends when her real ones were busy. Her eyes have been bothering her none stop, none and then she could see crystal clear and other times it was blurry. Today, thankful, besides the wateriness, her sight was alright. Her ears perked as she heard Owlfeather's voice calling out for help with the apprentice den. She slowly got to her paws, wincing softly as she stood, before slowly making her way over to the senior warrior.

"I'd be happy to help as well." Elfinpaw meowed in a sweet airy tone, as she stopped beside Redpaw. A blissful and openly friendly smile on her maw. She would like something to do. She probably should be resting, but that got boring after a while. If she could help the clan and possibly become closer to her denmates she'd much rather do that.

[pidgeon]

Demontail had finished washing his wound when he scented a familar scent. He lifted up his head to see Owlfeather. He hadn't talked to her one on one in a long time. The last time it wasn't too pleasant, but he's not one to hold that kind of grudge. "Id do anything to help out my family and Citrusflower is my family. She's been a bit clingy to me since the battle.", he replied. Demontail's mouthed water, but he still wouldn't dare taking it for himself. He would go back to his own territory to hunt, but he hasn't stayed there since before the battle.

The black tom wasn't the kind of cat to feel nervous, but this was a cat he kind of knew well. He didn't want to do anything to upset her. "I'd do anything for your clanmates as one day they may be mine also.", he said, dropping a hint that he might stay. Demontail showed devotion and that wasn't just because Citrusflower or his sister and neice were in this clan it qas because he saw everyone as his friends. He had been hunting with many Shadowclan cats before.

"Well, I appreciate the sentiment," Owlfeather nodded. Her first thought at his little hint was there's no way Windystar would allow a rogue to join us after all this, but she was struck by the harsh reminder once again that her leader was dead. There was not much any one cat could do to stop a rogue from joining the clan.

But the old she-cat guessed that if any rogue had to join the clan, she'd be glad if it was Demontail. He had his ups and downs, but overall he was important to her kin, and she had to convince herself that that was enough to make him worthy of ShadowClan.

"Speaking of Citrusflower, how is she doing after the battle? I haven't had the chance to speak with her yet." She had trusted her daughter's mate to watch over her while the older cat oversaw repairs. But now that she finally had some down time, she could think of nothing she would rather do than share tongues with her kin.

[pidgeon]

"Ahhh. Sorry about that, my mind can't seem to remember what names go to which faces these days." Bubblingbrook licked at her chest fur in embarrassment.

Once she had gotten over her temporary embarrassment, she shoved the mostly uneaten mouse over to Owlfeather. "Here, have a bite." Bubbling heaved a sigh and her dark blue eyes unfocused and stared out of the den. Her fur ruffled as if she had seen a ghost.

Bubblingbrook blinked again. 'What in the...' she thought, 'There is no way that My daughter just walked into the camp. She's dead... She looked through a different hole in the den wall. Nothing. Great. Not only is my memory muddled, I've started seeing things.


Owlfeather nodded appreciatively and indulged in a bite of the mouse. It was such a scrawny thing that it seemed like the two had nearly finished it already after a short time. Her ears flicked as she saw the shift in Bubblingbrook's expression. Her immediate reaction was a jolt of fear, thinking that the rogues had returned or something, but when she turned her head in a frantic attempt to see what was going on, she saw nothing.

"Are you okay?" She asked, turning her attention back to the frazzled elder, hoping it was nothing too serious. "What's going on?"

[Moonraven]

[Open]
Silver-color fur rose and fell with the steady pattern of breath, the kit's tousled pelt hanging thickly over her body. The hushed rustling noise of someone padding outside reached Silentkit's thin and papery ears, and without opening his eyes, she yawned largely, tiny teeth showing as her jaws gaped. Her ringed and slender tail slid around her form, stopping in front of her pink nose and pressing lightly against her. She wanted to get comfortable, to let the gentleness of sleep whisper to hear its song. But it wouldn't be happening, now that the sound had awakened her. The most delicate sigh escaped Silentkit, as she vigilantly hoped that if for a moment she did quiet her mind, it would happen. It was rather futile, however, and she shifted her fleece-like paws to for the last time of the day feel the moss beneath her. Pushing up, the silver kit held on to the darkness for a mere second before letting go and easing her eyes open. Now standing, Silentkit leaned forward and stretched her back in a long arch, tail sweeping behind her once more. She was as quiet as her given name as she leaned the majority of her weight on the tips of her toes before relaxing. Her bright eyes were filled with open curiosity and enthusiasm as she wandered around the nursery looking for someone to play with. She wasn't certain if cats though her odd for not talking, and honestly didn't really care. Just because she couldn't talk did not mean she couldn't play.

[Snail-paw]

Raventuft shrugged.
"I'm doing just fine." He mewed, smiling slightly at the molly. He glanced at a nearby den, destroyed by the rouge attack. He thought, and shook his head softly.
"Actually." He mewed again, "I am quite disappointed with the state of the camp. Hmmph. Rouges... However, how was your day?" He mewed bluntly.

Snail-paw
“My day has been quite fine, but I wish I caught more prey” she stopped for second thinking “with the seasons changing and all the new cats” she plopped down on her belly “what were you saying about the rogues?”

[Madelaine]

"Well, I appreciate the sentiment," Owlfeather nodded. Her first thought at his little hint was there's no way Windystar would allow a rogue to join us after all this, but she was struck by the harsh reminder once again that her leader was dead. There was not much any one cat could do to stop a rogue from joining the clan.

But the old she-cat guessed that if any rogue had to join the clan, she'd be glad if it was Demontail. He had his ups and downs, but overall he was important to her kin, and she had to convince herself that that was enough to make him worthy of ShadowClan.

"Speaking of Citrusflower, how is she doing after the battle? I haven't had the chance to speak with her yet." She had trusted her daughter's mate to watch over her while the older cat oversaw repairs. But now that she finally had some down time, she could think of nothing she would rather do than share tongues with her kin.

Demontail saw the she-cats reaction, knowing that she got the hint. He didn't want her to think he was trying to take over, because that was not what he was trying to do. He wanted to be close to his kin and Citrusflower. The molly he had loved long ago never left his mind. "I won't join the clan until there is a leader and deputy if I need to.", he meowed. Demontail wasn't just going to join until he got Shadowclan's approval.

The black tom gave his fur a quick shake. "Citrusflower's been a little jumpy lately. I really think she should join the elders. I don't want her to get hurt.", he meowed. Demontail stopped talking and the air went quiet. He began to think of his daughter Flowerpaw. "How is Flowerpaw?", he asked, curious. Demontail and Flowerpaw had went hunting before the battle together and he hadn't seen her since.

[unserene]

unserene canine |+Tired Rose Child+|

Kiwibounce padded after the warriors and apprentice, her fur waving slightly in the soft wind. She tried her best to keep her excitement under control, because, one, these were the first cats that she had trained with besides Cascadespirit and Nightsky, and two, she was also training with an apprentice, and she's never had an apprentice to train with before either. She hoped she didn't embarrass herself. She nodded as Cherrydapple explained the routine. She wouldn't let them down. He seemed so calm, and so professional. She hoped she could remain as Clan as him someday. She stood up straighter as Cherrydapple assigned Soulpaw to her first. The front paw strike. I know how to react to this. She thought excitedly.
"Of course. Over here, Soulpaw!" She mewed, hoping to catch the apprentice's attention. She started herself, ready for the apprentice's first move.
Lilyfur2 canine |+Tired Rose Child+|

Soulpaw's tail quivered as Cherrydapple explained the move, ears flicking as the tom's paw landed softly on her head. She nodded, standing and stretching her shoulders out one at a time as she turned toward Kiwibounce. Claws sheathed... How am I going to know if it was a good blow or not? She blinked the thought away, training her amber eyes on the she-cat in front of her.
Heart hammering away in her chest, she took in Kiwibounce's form, trying to decide how to approach her. She shifted most of her weight onto her hind legs before she took a leap forward, landing a rabbitlength away from her target and attempted to bring her paw down forcefully between Kiwibounce's ears, any hesitation in her movements completely absent.

[Moonraven]

Moonraven

Soaringpaw stalked out of the apprentice den. Her fur was mostly black, she had white paws and a white chest. Soaringpaw’s fur was clearly ungroomed. It was extremely messy, some chunks were sticking up. It looked as if she had never groomed her fur before. Her dark green eyes were wide. She looked rather unruly. she stalked past the apprentice near her mindlessly pushing the apprentice out of the way paying no mind to the apprentice in her way.

The tiny tortie was currently rubbing at her eyes with a small frown that didn't fit on her often blissful face. Two long marks, now scars, cut through each eyelid and stop just at the middle of her cheeks. Those were healing fine since the battle with rogues, it was her eyes that were bothering her something fierce. Elfinpaw paused in her rubbing as she felt her balance thrown off, she barely manages to catch herself before her nose hits the ground. Normally cats would have been more upset with the rude gesture, Elfinpaw was merely concern as she cast her blurry gaze to who looked like a fellow apprentice. "Um...excuse me, but are you okay?" She asked, peering at the apprentice as best she could.

[Mango]

The tiny tortie was currently rubbing at her eyes with a small frown that didn't fit on her often blissful face. Two long marks, now scars, cut through each eyelid and stop just at the middle of her cheeks. Those were healing fine since the battle with rogues, it was her eyes that were bothering her something fierce. Elfinpaw paused in her rubbing as felt her balance thrown off, she barely manages to catch herself before her nose hits the ground. Normally cats would have been more upset with the rude gesture, Elfinpaw was merely concern as she cast her blurry gaze to who looked like a fellow apprentice. "Um...excuse me, but are you okay?" She asked, peering at the apprentice as best she could.
Soaringpaw stopped in her tracks before slowly after a good few seconds,” I’m fine.” She snapped in an angry voice. She unsheathed her claws and dug them into the ground her eyes trained intently on the small tortoiseshell who was speaking to her.

[Moonraven]

Soaringpaw stopped in her tracks before slowly after a good few seconds,” I’m fine.” She snapped in an angry voice. She unsheathed her claws and dug them into the ground her eyes trained intently on the small tortoiseshell who was speaking to her.

Elfinpaw's ears twitched at the harsh tone coming from the other apprentice but didn't flinch or bother being upset with her. "You don't sound fine." She told her in an airy tone of voice. "My eyes aren't working the greatest right now, but even I can see that you don't look fine either." Elfinpaw's never been one to ignore those she felt needed some assistance. "What's wrong? How come you're so angry? Did you get scolded or something?"

[pidgeon]

Demontail saw the she-cats reaction, knowing that she got the hint. He didn't want her to think he was trying to take over, because that was not what he was trying to do. He wanted to be close to his kin and Citrusflower. The molly he had loved long ago never left his mind. "I won't join the clan until there is a leader and deputy if I need to.", he meowed. Demontail wasn't just going to join until he got Shadowclan's approval.

The black tom gave his fur a quick shake. "Citrusflower's been a little jumpy lately. I really think she should join the elders. I don't want her to get hurt.", he meowed. Demontail stopped talking and the air went quiet. He began to think of his daughter Flowerpaw. "How is Flowerpaw?", he asked, curious. Demontail and Flowerpaw had went hunting before the battle together and he hadn't seen her since.

While Owlfeather agreed that it would be safer for Citrusflower to join the elder's den, the thought of her daughter becoming an elder before her felt strange. She wished the she-cat could have had more opportunity to be a warrior, before her sight was taken from her. Perhaps I'll retire, too, once a new leader and deputy are chosen, she thought. Not only was she due for retirement, but that way she could always keep her daughter company.

"Flowerpaw...I didn't see her at all during the battle," The old she-cat commented. "Perhaps she went somewhere safe, to hide. She is still quite young, after all." She was suddenly overcome with concern for her grand-kit, and hoped that Demontail would suggest that they go and look for her.

[Mango]

Elfinpaw's ears twitched at the harsh tone coming from the other apprentice but didn't flinch or bother being upset with her. "You don't sound fine." She told her in an airy tone of voice. "My eyes aren't working the greatest right now, but even I can see that you don't look fine either." Elfinpaw's never been one to ignore those she felt needed some assistance. "What's wrong? How come you're so angry? Did you get scolded or something?"
Soaringpaw was annoyed with the apprentice,” I guess you are blind then, because I’m fine.” She huffed wishing the apprentice would leave her alone before grumpily adding,” I don’t care when I get scolded.” Before suddenly shouting,” I’m not angry!” She fought every instinct telling her to break into tears crying.

Soaringpaw’s mother had been neglectful and mean to her, while her father physically attacked her. She also knew her mother killed her two siblings Drowningkit and Sinkingkit. Now that she was away from her parents, and she had learned that they were not normal she was reacting by trying not to feel insecure and scared by being the biggest bully she could be and trying to shut off any thoughts she had. She also was acting out in training.

[Moonraven]

Soaringpaw was annoyed with the apprentice,” I guess you are blind then, because I’m fine.” She huffed wishing the apprentice would leave her alone before grumpily adding,” I don’t care when I get scolded.” Before suddenly shouting,” I’m not angry!” She fought every instinct telling her to break into tears crying.

Soaringpaw’s mother had been neglectful and mean to her, while her father physically attacked her. She also knew her mother killed her two siblings Drowningkit and Sinkingkit. Now that she was away from her parents, and she had learned that they were not normal she was reacting by trying not to feel insecure and scared by being the biggest bully she could be and trying to shut off any thoughts she had. She also was acting out in training.

Elfinpaw shrugged her dainty shoulders at the blind comment, there really were some days where she wondered if she was blind or not. "You don't seem okay." She answered as if she hadn't heard the last part of her sentence or her shouting. Her head tilted itself in a bird-like manner as she tried to figure out how her adopted father might handle a situation like this. "Maybe you're not mad." She meowed, somewhat to herself like trying to figure out the answer to a hard question.

"Are you sad then?" Elfinpaw questioned in a dejected tone. "Shall we talk about it?" The tortie perked up while lifting a paw to rub at a watery eye once more. "I bet you'll feel better if you talk about whatever bothering you." She purred as if she and this apprentice had been friends for moons. Her eyes didn't work that well but her ears worked perfectly.

[Mango]

Elfinpaw shrugged her dainty shoulders at the blind comment, there really were some days where she wondered if she was blind or not. "You don't seem okay." She answered as if she hadn't heard the last part of her sentence or her shouting. Her head tilted itself in a bird-like manner as she tried to figure out how her adopted father might handle a situation like this. "Maybe you're not mad." She meowed, somewhat to herself like trying to figure out the answer to a hard question.

"Are you sad then?" Elfinpaw questioned in a dejected tone. "Shall we talk about it?" The tortie perked up while lifting a paw to rub at a watery eye once more. "I bet you'll feel better if you talk about whatever bothering you." She purred as if she and this apprentice had been friends for moons. Her eyes didn't work that well but her ears worked perfectly.
Soaringpaw wanted so bad to push off her emotions so she growled,” Stop acting like an over-protective queen.” She paused as she heard the compassion the Elfinpaw’s voice before she suddenly collapsed on the ground sobbing loudly. As she weakly whispered,” I’m perfectly fine.”

[Moonraven]

Soaringpaw wanted so bad to push off her emotions so she growled,” Stop acting like an over-protective queen.” She paused as she heard the compassion the Elfinpaw’s voice before she suddenly collapsed on the ground sobbing loudly. As she weakly whispered,” I’m perfectly fine.”

Huh? Elfinpaw doesn't think she's ever been called overprotective or a queen before. She decided to take it as a compliment considering she was aspiring to be a queen once she got the warrior stuff down. A loud sigh could be heard that bleed into a small chuckle as she closed the distance between her and Soaringpaw. The miniature apprentice plopped herself down right beside the sobbing cat silently. "You really aren't fine, are you?" Her voice held a nurturing warmth to it as she rested her chin on her forepaw, wordlessly offering whatever comfort she could. "You know it's okay to not be fine all the time." Elfinnpaw figured it was probably tiring bottling up whatever it that got Soaringpaw so emotional. She must be so tired.

[Sum]

|+Tired Rose Child+| Lilyfur2 unserene

Fairthorn padded silently, lagging a couple steps behind the others. She loved training! She loved the feeling adrenaline and excitement gave her. So, of course, she'd accepted when Cherrydapple asked. However, nervousness nagged at her subconscious. Having had only one apprentice so far -- little Sweetpaw - she wasn't exactly used to training apprentices.. How should she act? Once they'd reached their destination, Fairthorn placed herself nearby, just far enough to be out of Kiwibounce and Soulpaw's way. Her pale gaze never left the two, studying their reactions. They both seemed nervous -- and excited --, although Soulpaw was the most obvious. Poor thing.

[Mango]

Huh? Elfinpaw doesn't think she's ever been called overprotective or a queen before. She decided to take it as a compliment considering she was aspiring to be a queen once she got the warrior stuff down. A loud sigh could be heard that bleed into a small chuckle as she closed the distance between her and Soaringpaw. The miniature apprentice plopped herself down right beside the sobbing cat silently. "You really aren't fine, are you?" Her voice held a nurturing warmth to it as she rested her chin on her forepaw, wordlessly offering whatever comfort she could. "You know it's okay to not be fine all the time." Elfinnpaw figured it was probably tiring bottling up whatever it that got Soaringpaw so emotional. She must be so tired.
Soaringpaw glanced at Elfinpaw,” No...I’m not okay.” She sniffled,” My parents killed my sibling as kits, my mother ignored me or called me names and by father attacked me for speaking.” She paused for a few beats,” I get it, I shouldn’t be bothered by it because I’m an apprentice now.”

[Madelaine]

While Owlfeather agreed that it would be safer for Citrusflower to join the elder's den, the thought of her daughter becoming an elder before her felt strange. She wished the she-cat could have had more opportunity to be a warrior, before her sight was taken from her. Perhaps I'll retire, too, once a new leader and deputy are chosen, she thought. Not only was she due for retirement, but that way she could always keep her daughter company.

"Flowerpaw...I didn't see her at all during the battle," The old she-cat commented. "Perhaps she went somewhere safe, to hide. She is still quite young, after all." She was suddenly overcome with concern for her grand-kit, and hoped that Demontail would suggest that they go and look for her.


Demontail looked at the elders den, remebering the tom that joined Shadowclan before the battle. He was a rogue just like him, but the other rom was too old and resided in the Elders den. Maybe Striker will keep Citrusflower company once she joins the Elders, he thought. Demontail listened to her and froze at the thought of his daughter missing. He hadn't seen her in the battle either, but maybe she ran with Frostedflame and his neice. He hoped that was the case.

The black tom wanted to go search for his daughter, but her scent filled his nose. He looked over at her and saw her walking into the nursery with Frostedflame. The tom felt relieved at the sight of his kit. "She's fine I just saw her go into the nursery with my sister. I forgot she hangs out with her new cousin.", he meowed, reasurring Owlfeather.

[pidgeon]

Demontail looked at the elders den, remebering the tom that joined Shadowclan before the battle. He was a rogue just like him, but the other rom was too old and resided in the Elders den. Maybe Striker will keep Citrusflower company once she joins the Elders, he thought. Demontail listened to her and froze at the thought of his daughter missing. He hadn't seen her in the battle either, but maybe she ran with Frostedflame and his neice. He hoped that was the case.

The black tom wanted to go search for his daughter, but her scent filled his nose. He looked over at her and saw her walking into the nursery with Frostedflame. The tom felt relieved at the sight of his kit. "She's fine I just saw her go into the nursery with my sister. I forgot she hangs out with her new cousin.", he meowed, reasurring Owlfeather.

Owlfeather let out a sigh of relief, turning her attention to the little apprentice trotting into the nursery. Flowerpaw didn't look to be too distressed about the current happenings, and that made the old molly feel contented. She wanted her grand-daughter to keep her kit-like glee for as long as was possible in the harsh life of a clan cat.

The tortoiseshell forced herself to lay down on the peaty soil, to rest her aching bones. She took a bite of the scrawny vole she'd plucked from the fresh-kill pile, and then used a paw to push it over to Demontail.
"Here, have some," she offered. "You'll be of no help to the clan if you starve to death."

[Deerlie]

(Open to any ShadowClan apprentices, or cats who want to help!)

Owlfeather had just left the elder's den after talking with Bubblingbrook. It had become apparent to her that the den was extremely drafty, and the elders were cold and uncomfortable. Now that she'd thought about it, the elder's den wasn't the only den that could stand for some reinforcements before the icy chill of leaf-bare set in. On top of that, with so much of the prey scared off and the training hollow charred, the apprentices had likely not had much to do. The old she-cat had a solution for both those problems.

The senior warrior trotted over to the apprentice's den to see who was up and around and not already busy. She immediately noticed a handful of the young cats resting or chatting.
"I've got a task for you," she announced her presence as she poked her head into the den. "If the lot of you could venture into the territory and see what materials you can find to reinforce the dens, it would be extremely helpful. The elders are freezing their tails off," she mewed to the apprentices. "Besides, I'm sure you all would prefer to have a warm den, too."

Dirtfur -- I thought Redpaw might be interested in this!

Ravenpaw was padding into camp, after helping restoke the prey pile the rouges have scattered and looked to Owlfeather, "Let me help." His deep voice mewed. He walked away and came back with gorse. He went to the elders den, and carefully wove the branches into the rest. "Let me know if you feel draft, and put mosballs in the spaces so I can know where." He called to another apprentice.
Pinkpaw listened to Ravenpaw, "Alright!" She shoved moss into the small spaces she cold feel a draft, and then smiled at her work. "We will have this done in NO time!!" She laughed, her fur bushing in the wind.

[Madelaine]

Owlfeather let out a sigh of relief, turning her attention to the little apprentice trotting into the nursery. Flowerpaw didn't look to be too distressed about the current happenings, and that made the old molly feel contented. She wanted her grand-daughter to keep her kit-like glee for as long as was possible in the harsh life of a clan cat.

The tortoiseshell forced herself to lay down on the peaty soil, to rest her aching bones. She took a bite of the scrawny vole she'd plucked from the fresh-kill pile, and then used a paw to push it over to Demontail.
"Here, have some," she offered. "You'll be of no help to the clan if you starve to death."

Crowtail looked at Owlfeather with a shake of his head. He wanted to hunt before he ate anything. Sure he had worked with the warriors to help with the repairs, but he wanted to hunt before he ate anything. "I want to do some hunting before I eat anything.", he meowed. He was going to head out of camp, but glanced back at Owlfeather.

The black cat with the white spot on his chest stopped and turned around. "You free to going hunting?", he asked. She knew more about the territory then he did. Crowtail had been through the territory before many times before and could tell you everything by name, but it still kind of got him lost from time to time.

[pidgeon]

Crowtail looked at Owlfeather with a shake of his head. He wanted to hunt before he ate anything. Sure he had worked with the warriors to help with the repairs, but he wanted to hunt before he ate anything. "I want to do some hunting before I eat anything.", he meowed. He was going to head out of camp, but glanced back at Owlfeather.

The black cat with the white spot on his chest stopped and turned around. "You free to going hunting?", he asked. She knew more about the territory then he did. Crowtail had been through the territory before many times before and could tell you everything by name, but it still kind of got him lost from time to time.

"Of course," Owlfeather nodded to the tom, finishing off the mouse she'd eaten and taking it to be buried. "The clan needs fresh-kill now more than ever." She trotted out of the enterance tunnel with her mottled tail streaming out behind her.

So much had happened in the past moon. The tortoiseshell felt more exhausted than ever, and more desperate to hear of some sort of sign from StarClan that would spare ShadowClan of all its troubles. She hoped that a good, successful hunt would take her mind off from things. She doubted she would catch much, however, since the winds had grown so frigid as of late. Any prey with a sliver of sense would be huddled deep in their burrows on this morning.

Just as she was beginning to bring herself back into the present moment, only a few fox-lengths from camp, something painfully cold touched her paws. She looked down and saw her reflection staring back up at her. The culprit was a small, frosted sheet of ice, formed from marsh water that had pooled in a dip in the soil.

"How peculiar," she thought out loud. "A sheet of ice, this early in the season, in the heart...of the territory?" Half way through her sentence, she stopped still, her words slowing and her pelt bristling as if the ice itself had crept its way into her veins. Her heart nearly stopped from shock. "No. No, no, no. This can't be what I think it is. It can't." The old she-cat fretted, pacing, scraping at the ice with a claw.

Iceheart. Her daughter. Her child who was every bit as tyrannical as her filthy, traitorous father. This couldn't be right. Was StarClan truly telling her that Iceheart was meant to lead the clan? After everything Owlfeather had done to keep her clan running smoothly despite her old age, was she herself deemed unworthy of the position, in favor of her cold-hearted daughter? These thoughts just kept spinning and spinning around in her head, and she began to feel faint. Sick. For a moment, she saw stars. Whether they were her ancestors confirming her doubts, or just the product of an old crone passing out, she didn't know. But the next thing she knew, her legs had given out underneath her and brought her face-first onto the slippery surface.

It was then that she saw the long, black feather trapped beneath the ice, frozen into the earth. The tail-feather of a crow. She blearily blinked her amber eyes at Crowtail, unable to speak. Her vision blurred, and she nearly retched into the moss. This was all just far too much. None of this could be right. A tyrant and a rogue, to lead her clan? StarClan, help me...

[Madelaine]

"Of course," Owlfeather nodded to the tom, finishing off the mouse she'd eaten and taking it to be buried. "The clan needs fresh-kill now more than ever." She trotted out of the enterance tunnel with her mottled tail streaming out behind her.

So much had happened in the past moon. The tortoiseshell felt more exhausted than ever, and more desperate to hear of some sort of sign from StarClan that would spare ShadowClan of all its troubles. She hoped that a good, successful hunt would take her mind off from things. She doubted she would catch much, however, since the winds had grown so frigid as of late. Any prey with a sliver of sense would be huddled deep in their burrows on this morning.

Just as she was beginning to bring herself back into the present moment, only a few fox-lengths from camp, something painfully cold touched her paws. She looked down and saw her reflection staring back up at her. The culprit was a small, frosted sheet of ice, formed from marsh water that had pooled in a dip in the soil.

"How peculiar," she thought out loud. "A sheet of ice, this early in the season, in the heart...of the territory?" Half way through her sentence, she stopped still, her words slowing and her pelt bristling as if the ice itself had crept its way into her veins. Her heart nearly stopped from shock. "No. No, no, no. This can't be what I think it is. It can't." The old she-cat fretted, pacing, scraping at the ice with a claw.

Iceheart. Her daughter. Her child who was every bit as tyrannical as her filthy, traitorous father. This couldn't be right. Was StarClan truly telling her that Iceheart was meant to lead the clan? After everything Owlfeather had done to keep her clan running smoothly despite her old age, was she herself deemed unworthy of the position, in favor of her cold-hearted daughter? These thoughts just kept spinning and spinning around in her head, and she began to feel faint. Sick. For a moment, she saw stars. Whether they were her ancestors confirming her doubts, or just the product of an old crone passing out, she didn't know. But the next thing she knew, her legs had given out underneath her and brought her face-first onto the slippery surface.

It was then that she saw the long, black feather trapped beneath the ice, frozen into the earth. The tail-feather of a crow. She blearily blinked her amber eyes at Crowtail, unable to speak. Her vision blurred, and she nearly retched into the moss. This was all just far too much. None of this could be right. A tyrant and a rogue, to lead her clan? StarClan, help me...

Crowtail watched Owlfeather pad out of camp and followed close behind her. He felt a cold wind run past him as he shook out his black pelt. It was starting to get cold outside which meant that they should be hunting. The tom was glad to be out of camp, but was cut short when they came to a complete stop. He looked at Owlfeather seeing her freeze up for a moment.

"Is everything alright?", Crowtail asked. Crowtail watched as Owlfeather couldn't take anymore and passed out on the ground. He gave her fur a touch with his nose to try and get her up. The tom watched her look at him and he too saw the crow's tail feather deep in the ice. He had heard of signs before and was wondering if this was one of those.

[pidgeon]

Crowtail watched Owlfeather pad out of camp and followed close behind her. He felt a cold wind run past him as he shook out his black pelt. It was starting to get cold outside which meant that they should be hunting. The tom was glad to be out of camp, but was cut short when they came to a complete stop. He looked at Owlfeather seeing her freeze up for a moment.

"Is everything alright?", Crowtail asked. Crowtail watched as Owlfeather couldn't take anymore and passed out on the ground. He gave her fur a touch with his nose to try and get her up. The tom watched her look at him and he too saw the crow's tail feather deep in the ice. He had heard of signs before and was wondering if this was one of those.

"I...It's a sign." The old cat managed to choke the words out as if they were poison. She was wise enough to recognize this as a sign, even though she had never directly received one before. Ice in the heart of the territory, this early in the season...with a crow's tailfeather underneath.

"Iceheart, ruling with Crowtail.

We have to get back and tell the others. Hunting will have to wait." While the urgency of the matter was wholeheartedly truthful, Owlfeather honestly didn't think she could bare to hunt right now. Not after that experience. Every ounce of energy she had left in her body had been drained from her, and she could feel her heart palpitating in her chest. She needed to get back to her den and lay down.

[Moon Lily]

“My day has been quite fine, but I wish I caught more prey” she stopped for second thinking “with the seasons changing and all the new cats” she plopped down on her belly “what were you saying about the rogues?”
Raventuft nodded.
"I agree...the seasons are difficult things." He replied. His ears perked up at the molly's question.
" Oh, it's just the rouges that used to be in camp. They left such a mess... I'm wondering if Shadowclan will every be able to rebuild its pride. And we have no leader or deputy. How are we even still a clan at all?!"

Snail-paw

[Moon Lily]

Lilyfur2 canine |+Tired Rose Child+|

Soulpaw's tail quivered as Cherrydapple explained the move, ears flicking as the tom's paw landed softly on her head. She nodded, standing and stretching her shoulders out one at a time as she turned toward Kiwibounce. Claws sheathed... How am I going to know if it was a good blow or not? She blinked the thought away, training her amber eyes on the she-cat in front of her.
Heart hammering away in her chest, she took in Kiwibounce's form, trying to decide how to approach her. She shifted most of her weight onto her hind legs before she took a leap forward, landing a rabbitlength away from her target and attempted to bring her paw down forcefully between Kiwibounce's ears, any hesitation in her movements completely absent.
|+Tired Rose Child+| Lilyfur2 unserene

Fairthorn padded silently, lagging a couple steps behind the others. She loved training! She loved the feeling adrenaline and excitement gave her. So, of course, she'd accepted when Cherrydapple asked. However, nervousness nagged at her subconscious. Having had only one apprentice so far -- little Sweetpaw - she wasn't exactly used to training apprentices.. How should she act? Once they'd reached their destination, Fairthorn placed herself nearby, just far enough to be out of Kiwibounce and Soulpaw's way. Her pale gaze never left the two, studying their reactions. They both seemed nervous -- and excited --, although Soulpaw was the most obvious. Poor thing.
canine unserene |+Tired Rose Child+|

Kiwibounce smiled supportively at Soulpaw, though she was watching the other warriors out of the corner of her eye. Fairthorn, was it? She glanced at the she-cat, admiring her confident but calm stature. Her attention flicked back to Soulpaw. The apprentice looked visibly nervous. She felt a little churn of guilt in her stomach. Don't hit too hard, Kiwibounce... She reminded herself, helping her claw sheathed. When the apprentice's paw rose, she reacted herself. She knew what she had to do. She glanced at the paws that Soulpaw still had on the ground. Swiftly, she ducked underneath the apprentice, swiping at her paws, attempting to knock her off balance.

[Moonraven]

Soaringpaw glanced at Elfinpaw,” No...I’m not okay.” She sniffled,” My parents killed my sibling as kits, my mother ignored me or called me names and by father attacked me for speaking.” She paused for a few beats,” I get it, I shouldn’t be bothered by it because I’m an apprentice now.”

Elfinpaw, although naturally empathic, was having trouble relating to the depressed apprentice. Elfinpaw lacked the memories of an actual family and had no siblings. She's certainly never had to deal with having kin kill their own kin either nor did she have an abusive father. So it was hard for her figure out what to say that wouldn't utterly insensitive. Normally the petite apprentice just spoke without worrying about her words, but this topic was clearly very delicate.

"Well, I can't say that just because you're older that you should just forget about it." She spoke after a prolonged paused. "I've heard cats say that time heals everything, but I don't think that this is one of those things that can be fixed with time. Yet it's not like you can change what's happened either." She meowed half to herself half to Soaringpaw. "I'm not saying you should ignore all the bad things that have happened, yet, you shouldn't let them define you either."

It wasn't hard to tell the apprentice was struggling to find the right words here. One of the older cats probably would have been better at this then her considering her age, yet she was going to try. "Hm...you probably don't understand what I'm getting at because I don't understand what I'm getting at." She sighed, most likely going to give herself a headache trying to console the apprentice.

[pidgeon]

(OPEN -- StarClan has sent their sign informing ShadowClan of their new leaders. Ice in the heart of the territory, with a crow's tail feather underneath. Owlfeather and Crowtail (formerly Demontail) stumbled across it while leaving for a hunt.)
RedHead Skeleton Bliss Girl Lonestar23 Moonraven canine

So much had happened in the past moon. The tortoiseshell felt more exhausted than ever, and more desperate to hear of some sort of sign from StarClan that would spare ShadowClan of all its troubles. She hoped that a good, successful hunt would take her mind off from things. She doubted she would catch much, however, since the winds had grown so frigid as of late. Any prey with a sliver of sense would be huddled deep in their burrows on this morning.

Just as she was beginning to bring herself back into the present moment, only a few fox-lengths from camp, something painfully cold touched her paws. She looked down and saw her reflection staring back up at her. The culprit was a small, frosted sheet of ice, formed from marsh water that had pooled in a dip in the soil.

"How peculiar," she thought out loud. "A sheet of ice, this early in the season, in the heart...of the territory?" Half way through her sentence, she stopped still, her words slowing and her pelt bristling as if the ice itself had crept its way into her veins. Her heart nearly stopped from shock. "No. No, no, no. This can't be what I think it is. It can't." The old she-cat fretted, pacing, scraping at the ice with a claw.

Iceheart. Her daughter. Her child who was every bit as tyrannical as her filthy, traitorous father. This couldn't be right. Was StarClan truly telling her that Iceheart was meant to lead the clan? After everything Owlfeather had done to keep her clan running smoothly despite her old age, was she herself deemed unworthy of the position, in favor of her cold-hearted daughter? These thoughts just kept spinning and spinning around in her head, and she began to feel faint. Sick. For a moment, she saw stars. Whether they were her ancestors confirming her doubts, or just the product of an old crone passing out, she didn't know. But the next thing she knew, her legs had given out underneath her and brought her face-first onto the slippery surface.

It was then that she saw the long, black feather trapped beneath the ice, frozen into the earth. The tail-feather of a crow. She blearily blinked her amber eyes at Crowtail, unable to speak. Her vision blurred, and she nearly retched into the moss. This was all just far too much. None of this could be right. A tyrant and a rogue, to lead her clan? StarClan, help me...

The duo hobbled into camp, with Owlfeather leaning slightly onto Crowtail for support. She gazed around the camp, wondering how the news would be taken by her clanmates. Would they believe her? Of course they would; they could walk outside and see the sign for themselves.

As the old cat yowled for the attention of the cats in the clearing, she forced herself to stand up on her own, and to hide her shaking legs. Once a reasonable amount of cats had gathered, she cleared her throat and began to speak, looking to Crowtail for approval. It was his sign, after all.

"Cats of ShadowClan, we've received our sign at long last," she called out, trying to sound more confident than she felt. Her eyes met Iceheart's as she saw the huge, black she-cat entering the clearing, to see what the fuss was about. The cruel molly had a sneering look upon her face, as usual, as she gazed upon her mother. Owlfeather went on to describe the scene she had stumbled across outside the camp.

"StarClan has spoken. O-Our new leaders...Iceheart and Crowtail." She almost couldn't bring herself to finish her statement. Her legs almost buckled underneath her once more as she uttered the names she wished were not true.

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Iceheart stood still for a moment, processing what the old hag had just described. Then reality settled into her mind, and a sickening, prideful snarl spread across her maw.

"At last!" She yowled. "ShadowClan will have competent leadership. No longer will we roll over and show our bellies at the first sign of trouble." Her piercing orange eyes scrolled over the clearing, making direct eye contact with each and every cat, one at a time, as if challenging them to step up against her. Her tail lashed back and forth as the power of her new position charged through her head.

At last her eyes fell upon Crowtail, glaring daggers into his soul.
"But with a rogue as my deputy? A cat with not a single drop of ShadowClan blood in his veins?" she sneered at the smaller black tom. "I suppose if it's the will of StarClan, there's not much that can be done. But be warned, outsider," she stepped up to her new deputy, looming over him and baring her stained teeth.
"If you show me even the faintest sign of disloyalty, or if you even so much as think the name of that band of rogues, so help me I will have your pelt skinned before you can say 'mouse'!"

[Snail-paw]

Lilyfur2

She nodded sadly “we’ll always be a clan,” she murmured looking off across the dreary camp “well make it, we always have” resting her head on her paws and silently wishing to starclan that they would make it through it “I don’t know who our next leader will be though”

[Dirtfur]

(OPEN -- StarClan has sent their sign informing ShadowClan of their new leaders. Ice in the heart of the territory, with a crow's tail feather underneath. Owlfeather and Crowtail (formerly Demontail) stumbled across it while leaving for a hunt.)
RedHead Skeleton Bliss Girl Lonestar23 Moonraven canine



The duo hobbled into camp, with Owlfeather leaning slightly onto Crowtail for support. She gazed around the camp, wondering how the news would be taken by her clanmates. Would they believe her? Of course they would; they could walk outside and see the sign for themselves.

As the old cat yowled for the attention of the cats in the clearing, she forced herself to stand up on her own, and to hide her shaking legs. Once a reasonable amount of cats had gathered, she cleared her throat and began to speak, looking to Crowtail for approval. It was his sign, after all.

"Cats of ShadowClan, we've received our sign at long last," she called out, trying to sound more confident than she felt. Her eyes met Iceheart's as she saw the huge, black she-cat entering the clearing, to see what the fuss was about. The cruel molly had a sneering look upon her face, as usual, as she gazed upon her mother. Owlfeather went on to describe the scene she had stumbled across outside the camp.

"StarClan has spoken. O-Our new leaders...Iceheart and Crowtail." She almost couldn't bring herself to finish her statement. Her legs almost buckled underneath her once more as she uttered the names she wished were not true.

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Iceheart stood still for a moment, processing what the old hag had just described. Then reality settled into her mind, and a sickening, prideful snarl spread across her maw.

"At last!" She yowled. "ShadowClan will have competent leadership. No longer will we roll over and show our bellies at the first sign of trouble." Her piercing orange eyes scrolled over the clearing, making direct eye contact with each and every cat, one at a time, as if challenging them to step up against her. Her tail lashed back and forth as the power of her new position charged through her head.

At last her eyes fell upon Crowtail, glaring daggers into his soul.
"But with a rogue as my deputy? A cat with not a single drop of ShadowClan blood in his veins?" she sneered at the smaller black tom. "I suppose if it's the will of StarClan, there's not much that can be done. But be warned, outsider," she stepped up to her new deputy, looming over him and baring her stained teeth.
"If you show me even the faintest sign of disloyalty, or if you even so much as think the name of that band of rogues, so help me I will have your pelt skinned before you can say 'mouse'!"

Leaftail stumbled out of the Warriors’ den. She was eager to hear that StarClan had finally settled a new leader and deputy of ShadowClan. Her three scratches on her pelt from the raid aches with pain, but the spotted golden brown molly took no notice.

Redpaw sat by the fresh-kill pile. He was proud that ShadowClan and the red apprentice got rid of the rogues; however, he thought the misfortune of his clan is still there, lurking in the shadows. When Redpaw pricked his ears as he heard of Owlfeather’s announcement of the new leader and deputy, a wave of hope pulsed in his veins. Has the curse of bad luck finally broken? Redpaw cheered for Crowtail and Iceheart.

[Madelaine]

(OPEN -- StarClan has sent their sign informing ShadowClan of their new leaders. Ice in the heart of the territory, with a crow's tail feather underneath. Owlfeather and Crowtail (formerly Demontail) stumbled across it while leaving for a hunt.)
RedHead Skeleton Bliss Girl Lonestar23 Moonraven canine



The duo hobbled into camp, with Owlfeather leaning slightly onto Crowtail for support. She gazed around the camp, wondering how the news would be taken by her clanmates. Would they believe her? Of course they would; they could walk outside and see the sign for themselves.

As the old cat yowled for the attention of the cats in the clearing, she forced herself to stand up on her own, and to hide her shaking legs. Once a reasonable amount of cats had gathered, she cleared her throat and began to speak, looking to Crowtail for approval. It was his sign, after all.

"Cats of ShadowClan, we've received our sign at long last," she called out, trying to sound more confident than she felt. Her eyes met Iceheart's as she saw the huge, black she-cat entering the clearing, to see what the fuss was about. The cruel molly had a sneering look upon her face, as usual, as she gazed upon her mother. Owlfeather went on to describe the scene she had stumbled across outside the camp.

"StarClan has spoken. O-Our new leaders...Iceheart and Crowtail." She almost couldn't bring herself to finish her statement. Her legs almost buckled underneath her once more as she uttered the names she wished were not true.

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Iceheart stood still for a moment, processing what the old hag had just described. Then reality settled into her mind, and a sickening, prideful snarl spread across her maw.

"At last!" She yowled. "ShadowClan will have competent leadership. No longer will we roll over and show our bellies at the first sign of trouble." Her piercing orange eyes scrolled over the clearing, making direct eye contact with each and every cat, one at a time, as if challenging them to step up against her. Her tail lashed back and forth as the power of her new position charged through her head.

At last her eyes fell upon Crowtail, glaring daggers into his soul.
"But with a rogue as my deputy? A cat with not a single drop of ShadowClan blood in his veins?" she sneered at the smaller black tom. "I suppose if it's the will of StarClan, there's not much that can be done. But be warned, outsider," she stepped up to her new deputy, looming over him and baring her stained teeth.
"If you show me even the faintest sign of disloyalty, or if you even so much as think the name of that band of rogues, so help me I will have your pelt skinned before you can say 'mouse'!"
Leaftail stumbled out of the Warriors’ den. She was eager to hear that StarClan had finally settled a new leader and deputy of ShadowClan. Her three scratches on her pelt from the raid aches with pain, but the spotted golden brown molly took no notice.

Redpaw sat by the fresh-kill pile. He was proud that ShadowClan and the red apprentice got rid of the rogues; however, he thought the misfortune of his clan is still there, lurking in the shadows. When Redpaw pricked his ears as he heard of Owlfeather’s announcement of the new leader and deputy, a wave of hope pulsed in his veins. Has the curse of bad luck finally broken? Redpaw cheered for Crowtail and Iceheart.

Crowtail was the support of Owlfeather as they padded back into camp. Shock could be scented on his pelt. Why had Starclan chosen him instead of a full Shadowclan cat? The black tom shook that question out of his head, knowing there was a good reason why they had picked him to lead beside Iceheart.

The black tom listened closely at Owlfeather's announcement, feeling nervous for the first time in his life. He wanted to make Shadowclan great in all and would stick by Iceheart until they both may die. He was going to show so much loyalty to his clan. He was never going to show his clan that he was once a rogue that now he was one of their clanmates.

Crowtail heard Iceheart speak, causing him to look at her and see her looming over her. The scent of fear and shock could not be smelled anymore as she threatened him about if he wasn't disloyal to his clan. He waited until she stopped speaking when he spoke up. "I see where your coming from Iceheart. Rogues had invaded the clan, but I wasn't the one who attacked I helped out. I could have died and it wouldn't have mattered, because I had done something I never thought I could have done. I helped fight that battle, so I promise you I will be loyal to my clan until the day I die." , he assured her, Keeping his head up the whole entire time.

The tom heard the apprentice pad out and began to cheer for Iceheart and Crowtail. That was when he became positive that he would fight for every single warrior in this clan. There was no going back jow. This was to be his life now and he won't let anything happen to allow his clan to fall.

[Moonraven]

(OPEN -- StarClan has sent their sign informing ShadowClan of their new leaders. Ice in the heart of the territory, with a crow's tail feather underneath. Owlfeather and Crowtail (formerly Demontail) stumbled across it while leaving for a hunt.)
RedHead Skeleton Bliss Girl Lonestar23 Moonraven canine

The duo hobbled into camp, with Owlfeather leaning slightly onto Crowtail for support. She gazed around the camp, wondering how the news would be taken by her clanmates. Would they believe her? Of course they would; they could walk outside and see the sign for themselves.

As the old cat yowled for the attention of the cats in the clearing, she forced herself to stand up on her own, and to hide her shaking legs. Once a reasonable amount of cats had gathered, she cleared her throat and began to speak, looking to Crowtail for approval. It was his sign, after all.

"Cats of ShadowClan, we've received our sign at long last," she called out, trying to sound more confident than she felt. Her eyes met Iceheart's as she saw the huge, black she-cat entering the clearing, to see what the fuss was about. The cruel molly had a sneering look upon her face, as usual, as she gazed upon her mother. Owlfeather went on to describe the scene she had stumbled across outside the camp.

"StarClan has spoken. O-Our new leaders...Iceheart and Crowtail." She almost couldn't bring herself to finish her statement. Her legs almost buckled underneath her once more as she uttered the names she wished were not true.

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Iceheart stood still for a moment, processing what the old hag had just described. Then reality settled into her mind, and a sickening, prideful snarl spread across her maw.

"At last!" She yowled. "ShadowClan will have competent leadership. No longer will we roll over and show our bellies at the first sign of trouble." Her piercing orange eyes scrolled over the clearing, making direct eye contact with each and every cat, one at a time, as if challenging them to step up against her. Her tail lashed back and forth as the power of her new position charged through her head.

At last her eyes fell upon Crowtail, glaring daggers into his soul.
"But with a rogue as my deputy? A cat with not a single drop of ShadowClan blood in his veins?" she sneered at the smaller black tom. "I suppose if it's the will of StarClan, there's not much that can be done. But be warned, outsider," she stepped up to her new deputy, looming over him and baring her stained teeth.
"If you show me even the faintest sign of disloyalty, or if you even so much as think the name of that band of rogues, so help me I will have your pelt skinned before you can say 'mouse'!"

The slender feline traveled with a small group of warriors and apprentices behind her, all ears raised and eyes towards Owlfeather. Snowfrost's face remained set in that emotionless mask of hers as she observed the cat next to Owlfeather. It was that rogue she's seen around the camp, however, she supposed if Owlfeather was with him he mustn't be all that bad. A flicker of interest burned in her frozen irises as she heard the words that brought hope to mind. Finally, the sign they've been waiting for. She thanked Starclan that they had finally given them they've yearned for, however, those thoughts went out the door when Owlfeather named their new leaders.

For a moment, Snowfrost wondered if this sign they had obtained had been fabricated by the Darkforest. Starclan wouldn't make Iceheart of all cats their leader and a rogue of all cats their deputy. She could already hear a certain pretentious Riverclan deputy harsh words about this. Snowfrost honestly did not believe that Starclan would do something like this, in truth it was Iceheart she had more of problem with over Crowtail. As hard as it was to swallow, she'd actually accept that rogue as clan leader over someone like Iceheart. Now she understood why Owlfeather looked the way she did. Snowfrost honestly did not want to accept this. As she made to take a step forward and challenge their so-called leader, if nothing more then to wipe that smug sneer off her face, a long bushy tail blocked her path.

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Whiteshadow, often two paw steps behind Snowfrost, had padded directly to the she-cat's right as soon as he noticed the mild bristle of fur along her neck. It was rare to see Snowfrost so upset that she gave a physical reaction. He was not overly pleased with the news either, though, he could already see the power going to Iceheart's head. It was not like they could challenge the will of starclan, and seeing how even Owlfeather, a well respect cat, wasn't going against it told Whiteshadow to tread carefully. Though his face was fixed in that solemn and aloof mask he always wore, those who could read those amber eyes of his would see the concern, anger, and downright disbelief that these cats were who Shadowclan rest their hopes on.

"Calm yourself not here, not now. You have too much to lose to get exiled or worse." The older tom whispered low directly into the molly's ear. It was cold bucket of water the she-cat needed to step back and take a seat beside him, though her claws kept stabbing into the harden earth unforgivingly.

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Two identical twin Somali cats sat side by side, even though one of them didn't seem happy to have the other with them. Bitterblue's face was pinched in that sour pout she's had since birth. Sweetheart, her recently rejoined sister, had an anglic expression that did not fit her personality. Bitterblue was about to go lay down and nap for the rest of the day when she heard Owlfeather's call. As much as Bitterblue wanted to ignore it she trailed after the rest of the cats to hear what was said. She was suddenly extremely happy that she hadn't ignored it and taken a nap. Suddenly it was as if the two cats had switched places. Bitterblue had a delightful smile on her maw and Sweetheart had a bitter frown on hers.

"Are you serious!? She's going to turn the freaking forest red and that is if she doesn't start with her own clan first!" Sweetheart, the ever so vocal feline, was so horrified with the news that she didn't even bother keeping her voice soft. She'd rather take that Crow cat as her leader and she barely even knows him. This was definitely going to cause trouble for her unborn kits.

"You're loud." Bitterblue remarked with a roll of her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic. Icestar is just the leader we need. Spilling some blood to remind the clans that Shadowclan is not to be pushed around is perfectly fine with me." Bitterblue didn't see why Sweetheart was being so negative. She better hope Iceheart hadn't heard her, Bitterblue wasn't always going to be around to save her fur when her twin speaks without thinking.

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Softpaw and Elfinpaw didn't pick up the tension in some of the clan cats as Owlfeather announced their new leaders. Softpaw just hoped that she and her family weren't thrown out for being from another clan and Elfinpaw was just plain happy to have a leader and deputy again. The two apprentices added their soft cheers to some of the other cats without a thought.