Re: ShadowClan Clearing
So many kittens apprenticed last meeting, and though she had already congratulated some – such as Sleepypaw – Nightshiver had been wanting to check up on Brownpaw. The young one, not often spotted in the company of others; the forever queen had been meaning to for a while now, but had not found the chance up until now. Padding closer to the newly named apprentice, she offered a little smile, eyes fond.
“Con,,congratulations.”
She mew, genuinely happy for the young one.
“How,, has, everything,,, b-been,,, so far,,?”
It had only been a little while, but she hoped it was good – she hoped the young one was alright.
[ @zozelen ]
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There was a bit of a lull in the day, as Nightshiver traversed the nursery, eyes scanning of the various kits that lay inside. When she lifted her mismatched gaze, it fell upon Fogkit – the former RiverClan child who chose to stay here, much to her surprise, though she didn’t mind having him here. It seemed he was struggling with something and so, the white feline couldn’t help but approach the little one. Sitting down beside him, she offered a smile in greeting.
“Go about,, it,,, slower. You,,, c-can,, break it,,, apart,, a little,, too. With,, your claw.”
She offered gently, referring to his tail.
“How have,,, you b-been,,, adjusting?”
She hoped everyone had been treating him well.
[ @MangofDoom ]
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Morning had come – just a day after her first patrol. Sleepypaw left Miss Grandmama’s den, shaking out her pelt as she had decided to remain with her grandmother for a little while longer. She knew Miss Grandmama was busy at the very moment, opting not to disturb her, though it left her with a lack of things to do for now. Her ears flickered and she looked around, seemingly searching for something useful to do, contemplating the tasks she could carry out within camp.
[ @MangofDoom ]
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She stared at him blankly, thinking back to what Nightshiver had told her. To the position he held. That should indicate a certain wisdom, and yet he was asking her who she was – not at all answering her question. This made her perplexed, questioning his intentions and being, but Nightshiver really had pointed him out specifically. This made her none the more comfortable, even so, it prompted her to sharing her name.
“Sleepykit.. I; I.. want to become an enforcer.”
She reaffirmed again, briefly lowering her vibrant blue eyes before looking right back at him again, awaiting a more detailed response.
[ @SuspiciousMindz ]
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She… Didn’t know how to feel any more, about them. Mama claimed she loved her still, and she wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe it so bad; and, Birdpaw and Bleedingkit. Them. She didn’t know what overtook her that day, when she urged them to be their shield, to protect them before she ran, she… Still felt guilty about that. And yet, when she spotted Birdpaw out in the clearing this day, seemingly alone for a brief moment – quite unlike how the thirteen usually were. She found herself coming closer. And closer. And closer. It wasn’t quite next to her, but some fox length’s distance Sleepypaw found herself sitting down, seemingly pretending she hadn’t noticed the apprentice yet – though, she did.
[ @Mica ]
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It hadn’t been long since the patrol, and the young apprentice was finishing up with a recent meal – a bit of food she wasn’t particularly impressed by, but finished out of duty. She had just come to contemplate what it is that she could do now, if Miss Grandmama would perhaps have some time to train her, when something wobbled in the corner of her eyes. It spoke just as she turned to look, a blank expression staring down at the bundle of golden fur that gave its name. Bleedingkit. It took only a second to remember him as the kitten mama was entertaining the other day with patrols.
...Miss Tiger. It took several moments, however, for the apprentice to figure out what he was talking about and who he was referring to, the only hint being her ‘teacher thingie’. Miss Grandmama. She blinked in mild confusion, seemingly unaffected by the kitten’s flattery.
“..I don’t think I can bring visitors to Miss Grandmama’s den.”
She finally stated, voice flat. Her eyes averted, unsure how to shake the kitten. Some part of her felt bad about that thought, to be honest, and yet the image of him with mama gave her that nasty feeling in her chest.
...And yet, she was here doing nothing. She hadn’t learned much yet. She wasn’t skilled enough yet. Not smart enough yet. But Miss Grandmama had covered a hunter’s crouch with her – a precious memory the apprentice would like to keep to herself – but,, there was no harm in practising. There wasn’t. Though she wanted to shake the kitten, she couldn’t seem to find an excuse not to go over the one crouch she knew with him, a small sigh escaping her maw.
“I can… Hunter’s crouch.”
She mew, getting up to demonstrate the crouch to the kitten – the one Miss Grandmama had taught her.
[ @Rani ]
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Bad little boy, that’s what you’re acting like.
The day had been uneventful, though, perhaps for the better. A simple day out scouring the territory with Miss Grandmama, familiarising herself with the borders and grounds she called her home – that territory she would learn to give her life for. She blinked slowly, resting three black (or, extremely dark grey, as some put it) and a single white paw from the day’s lengthy walk.
She was unsure what to think of the other clans. It sounded like they were trouble in some regard, be it now or within the past, if Nightshiver’s history lesson was anything to go by. There seemed to have constantly be some form of trouble; was that the case now, too? She couldn’t recall anything specific, not beyond the occasional mention of the other clans, she could not recall any specific issues at this time. Which, is there were, that did not bode well for her. She was an apprentice now, a student under the leader of ShadowClan and her Miss Grandmama, walking the legacies laid out by the family that came before her. She had, by all means, to keep up with the clan’s politics – not that that was what she cared most for – but she couldn’t remain unaware of what was going on around her.
Blinking eyes widened a little at this thought, her gaze cast around the clan; it sounded like she had to pay more careful attention at meetings and gatherings, rather than be distracted by what lay around her. That wouldn’t quite do, no – she had to stay alert. On point. Being an apprentice – warrior, or enforcer – wasn’t just skill and learning, it meant discipline, too. She never was one for trouble, she had always tried to attend every meeting even as a child. That couldn’t change now.
She huffed to herself, making these silent decisions under a varying degree on minute changes within an otherwise calm expression. Perhaps you could almost catch her giving small nod, just as some stranger came to sit but a pace away from her. A sidelong glance followed his movements, an apprentice she hadn’t quite seen before. She admitted, staying within Miss Grandmama’s den even now meant she did not familiarize herself with the other apprentices as much, but she cared little for that. Her denmates rarely seemed to have a positive opinion of her, and she never cared enough to partake in their games, too occupied waiting for her mama.
What she hadn’t expected was for this strange to speak up – address her, it sounded like, but she wouldn’t let her mind be sure. At least, not until he quite evidently nudged the finch he had been carrying her way, earning him a curious look. Finch. She didn’t quite mind that prey, it wasn’t among her favourites, but she had no qualms eating it nonetheless. Still, prey offered by a stranger wasn’t so easily accepted, and she had a difficult time understanding exactly why.
“..What is that supposed to mean?”
A few words tumbled from her maw after his second comment, noting his apparent use of – names that weren’t her own. ‘Princess’ – whatever that was – ‘Newblood’ – likely referring to her newly earned status of apprentice. Her whiskers twitched, and she watched him carefully, making no move to accept the offered finch or answer his question. She had to suppose that ‘boss lady’ meant to refer to Miss Grandmama, her mentor. Whatever had prompted him to approach her again?
[ @redshiftreign ]
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