ShadowClan Grimpeak

[gravekeeper.]

Robinscratch listened carefully to Dawnstar. Don’t get yourself injured. she thought, Ok. I don’t want to die, like Hailpaw did. She shuddered, imagining the agony the younger cat went through as bits twoleg trash killed him. Stop that! she rempremanded herself They need you to be strong, you’re their mother! And they don’t need their mother to be a wimp! Speaking of her family, she couldn’t find Darkpelt anywhere. Surely he just went on a patrol, right? Robinscratch didn’t want to think of that. Her mate was safe, wasn’t he?



Pinekit looked around, and a sour, unfamiliar odour wafted off of his mother. Is Robinscratch sick? He ignored it as he listened to Dawnstar’s words, but once the leader finished speaking, the thought of the odd smell ate at him again. At least his family was here, safe. Moonkit and Cloudkit were here, Robinscratch was here, but— where was Darkpelt?
@MysteryCat @Wingnettle @Fenixwolf

[JackHunt_17]

Foxkit knew she wasn't allowed out of camp but wanted to help clean up the territory. She would ask Dawnstar if she could perhaps tag on with a warrior patrol to at least watch and maybe somehow help clean up, after the meeting was over. She wasn't confident she'd be granted this wish though since even though she was Dawnstars kin, she knew she shouldn't get special perks

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~~Poisonkit~~

{ OPEN }

Poisonkit listened from the nursery. Hm. Twolegs, heh? Sounds fun! They padded over to the Shadowledge and really wanted to get Dawnstar all over the place with stress. That would be fun! Poisonkit has always wanted to be leader and be Poisonstar. Poisonstar. Now that is a name. They looked up at Dawnstar. "How can you be sure?" They asked, raising their voice so they could be heard over everyone else. "What if they are still out there, hiding, waiting for the right moment to strike? How do you know, Dawnstar? They could be waiting still in the shadows!" The kit made sure that their point was heard. If Dawnstar didn't believe them, which she very likely will, Poisonkit will go handle the problem themself.

[sock]

Darkray sighed as he listened. Great.

[Morning!]

Marine green hues swerved and ears pricked as Owlstorm saw the large, muscular leader get up on what the silver-furred molly assumed to be the place from which the meetings were led. Owlstorm followed with the rest of the clan as they gathered around Dawnstar. She watched the leader clean something from her paw, and the warrior's eyes narrowed and she leaned forward somewhat to peer at the little thing that was now dropped to the side. It looked vaguely familiar, and she could feel old memories of the days with the humans float up, like strands of mist in her mind. She couldn't get hold of them, it had been over three years since, but that must be from the humans (or twolegs, as these cats called them) who had invaded their territory.

After everyone was gathered around the ledge, Dawnstar began to speak once more, and Owlstorm refocused on the strong-looking molly. Her nose wrinkled somewhat, and a frown crept up on her face when she heard the news of the humans littering and leaving their things behind. Knowing them, that wasn't a surprise. Owlstorm had been forced to be around the humans long enough to see how reckless, entitled, and wasteful they seemed to be, not half as resourceful as she had learned to be over her years.

Though she was a little disappointed she could no longer go outside alone. She had taken a few hunting trips and explorations before the twolegs came along, and it had been her way to learn about the territory. Though it wasn't as if she wasn't allowed outside at all, she just needed a partner with her each time. She shot a quick glance around here, searching to see if she could find someone who could accompany her some time, but didn't bother looking for long, just focused back on Dawnstar.

After a pause on the leader's side, the meeting continued with the report of what had been found. Clearstone, silverthorn, dead prey animals, bruntstick. The three names were unfamiliar to Owlstorm, but she could connect the dots to understand what was referenced. She had seen those things around, especially the so-called burntsticks, who seemed to be scattered around the towns and cities like leaves in the forest. But there were more news, of someone named Hailpaw and their mentor named Shadowfur. Owlstorm's upper lip moved to reveal her long, sharp fangs, and her head swung around in search of the mentor. Incompetence and stupidity were two things she had trouble forgiving, especially if they got others killed.

[MysteryCat]

Cloudkit woke up by the sudden voice of Dawnstar, he listened carefully to what she said. There were words he didn't know and cats mentioned that he so little recognized, but he understood what Dawnstar wanted to get to. Cloudkit was still somewhat asleep near her mother while he thought if Dawnstar would let him help clean her up even yes is a kit.
@Ashcloud of WindClan @Wingnettle

[Bobakitten002]

Nightsky hurried back to camp, hearing Dawnstar calling. He had gathered a few cobwebs, but hadn’t seen any of the flowers Elmshadow was talking about.
[+3 Cobwebs]

[Orion]

|| Centipedepaw & Hornetpaw| @Ravensong @TheNyanCatMinecart ||

The greatest injustice in the world was that Hornetpaw and Centipedepaw never had the opportunity to be unleashed upon those oafish twolegs and their stupid mangy dogs. The boys had spent much of their time huddled in their makeshift den in Hidden Haven, signing devious plots to one another before drifting off into restless sleep. If they destroyed the twolegs' food supply, they'd be forced to leave the forest, for neither tomcat had ever heard of a twoleg hunting prey within ShadowClan territory; if the boys tormented the idiot dogpets from the safety of the trees, their obnoxious howling would drive their owners mad; if they snuck into the twoleg camp and effectively wrecked their dens (and oh, how the brothers cackled over THOSE ideas) then the intruders would have nowhere to sleep. The littermates had all but drawn up a detailed diagram illustrating their exact plan of action—prepared for any scenario or turn of events—when the order came to abandon their refugee site. The twolegs had finally left, without the boys' diabolical intervention. And they were heartbroken.

Centipedepaw seemed to have taken the cancelation of his plots the hardest. He'd returned to ShadowClan's proper camp with his bobbed tail drooping and a listless expression tugging his face, amber eyes cataloging the damage done to their forest with a heavy sigh. All this trash… and he hadn't even been able to attempt sweet vengeance. So unfair! He'd only wanted to haunt the twolegs with nightmares for the rest of their days! He'd only craved their misery! Hornetpaw could barely temptation the skull-faced lad to eat, although the flame-colored demon hardly felt chipper himself. Other than spending more time with Elmshadow and (finally!) gaining a new (awesome) mentor, Hornet struggled to find reasons to celebrate past his bitterness.

When would the apprentices gave a chance to showcase the vicious brilliance of their minds?

Hornet tapped his sibling with his tail when he heard Dawnstar's command, forcing the Deaf cat to swing his burning stare up toward the Shadowledge. They took their typical positions—Hornetpaw's back to their leader so he could translate, Centipedepaw watching his brother's signs intently. Their brows crinkled simultaneously at Dawnstar's announcement… dangerous material in the territory? Poisoned prey and drinking water? Yikes. Why even bother returning here if "home" had been so wrecked?

[!0P055UM!]

Kinkcloud got to his paws joining the meeting. He tilted his head when he heard the odd twoleg-sounding words. And how could a bird be posioned by a burntstick and smoke? He glanced around the clearing looking for any of the twoleg mess. He wanted to help clean this, as well as not get in a battle. He glanced at his clanmates, wondering what they thought of this.

[lucidense]

Nightlight narrowed his eyes, ears twitching with annoyance. Why can't the twolegs just keep to themself like the clans?

Peachkit blinked up at them, not exactly grasping what was going on, just knowing it wasn't good. She mimicked Dawnstars expression, putting on a fierce snarl. Or at least, the fiercest snarl a kit could make.
(Both open! Peachkit needs interactions!)