Foggymask positioned himself at the entrance to the camp. Someone had to defend the camp, after all. Plus, Dawnstar said she'd reward anyone who worked alongside the Enforcers, and while he didn't know what that reward was, if it was even praise from Dawnstar he'd take it. That would be amazing if that happened. A simple 'good job' from her would change his day. He sighed, shifting to make himself comfortable. He wouldn't be moving from this spot for a while.
[open for any Enforcers who want to chat w/ him]
->> rookfire <<-
[ shadowclan enforcer | 17moons | purrks ]
a large scarred dark grey cat with minimal white markings and grey eyes
rookfire was still not entirely sure what to think of dawnstars new rules, and especially the bit about rewarding warriors who worked alongside the enforcers, because, in his opinion, that was exactly what being promoted to enforcer was. you work well, you get promoted to enforcer. youre a warrior and do the bare minimum? congrats, you remain a warrior. and he really did not feel like having some wanna be enforcer get in the way. at least he could be sure that hawkbite, dawnstar and mistlewhisker wouldnt let any complete idiots into their rank.
however, that was exactly the reason why, when he parted from the medicine den for once (he got the feeling his anxiety about leaving either of the medicine cats out of his sight was getting annoying) to take his guard in camp, he met the warrior sitting by the camp entrance with narrowed eyes. foggymask, he remembered the toms name to be, was one of the few cats he had recently noted as 'annoying but no risk' now however, the tom was risking sliding over into 'annoying, frame if necesarry', taking 'guard' at the camp entrance like there wasnt still a murderer on the lose and he could very well be them. tension visible on his dark frame, why should he bother hide it right now, rookfire settled a good foxlength away from foggymask to alternate between staring out into the territory and keeping an eye on camp.
[im so glad no one can read his thoughts hes so irrational.]
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"i wish things were different, but it werent us who changed."
The kit sat in horror as it listened to the rules of the game… Rushing facepalmed. Good starclan. Once again wild was up to no good. Hitting us with rocks. That was so smart of wild, she might be the smartest kit in all of shadowclan. ”This is a stupid game! What if one of us getting a seriously hurt. What are we gonna tell the medicine cat?” Spark was distancing itself from the group of kits, little steps at a time. Now static was sitting this one out for good. ”You guys can have fun playing! I’ll just stand back here so I don’t get hit by a rock! Thanks!!” The kit exclaimed in a scared but happy tone.
She had no idea what was up with this cat. "Ugh, don't you know dead cats don't talk after they die? At least just twitch sporadically, that'd be a MUCH better fit!" She shook the last bits of dust from her fur revealing the odd colors than strung along her pelt. It seemed the Willowpaw blanked for a moment. Scratch that, a really LONG AND BORING moment. Gee, maybe there was a reason Sage didn't have many friends.
Then she started to speak again, what joy! Oh, a nickname. Magpiepaw perked up, her caramel brown eyes widening just a smidge as she waited somewhat patiently for whatever name Willowpaw would deem her worthy of. There was a lot of weight in names, they were practically first impressions, so whenever she got her full name, her warrior name, she wanted it to be intimidating and scary. If a warrior was fighting her in battle and she figured out their name was Bunnyfluff, Magpiepaw would be too busy laughing to take that nut job seriously.
It had been decided. Her nickname. Magpiepaw tried to ignore the excitement welling up in her paws. Stop that, bad, bad! And the result was...!
Wow. That was beyond disappointing.
Magpiepaw flattened her ears against her head in frustration then watched with bubbling amusement as Willowpaw full on BOWED. I mean, Magpiepaw was certainly worthy of it, especially after the silly name Sage gave her. Like, come on! She could've picked ANYTHING. But noooooo... Let's just freak Magpiepaw out until she dies from utter bewilderment! Funny right? Ahem... Right? WRONG.
"Yeah, I'm definitely drowning you in the nearest river." Magpiepaw said, her voice strangely monotone. "What. Kind. Of. Name. Is. THAT? WHAT THE HECK IS A 'FUNNEH!?'"
(this was legit so fun to write. Willowpaw, never change :3)
〚~Willow'Paw Sage "wait so can i get my name back now? no?~〛
| 9 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small, fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes and an atrociously fluffy tail]
"...
Wh-What?"
Pure agony and shock was written across her face. Magpiepaw didn't like the name she'd given her... "B-But i though it was alright? I-I tr-tried really real-really hard....." Willo- Sage sniffled. "W-Well y-yo-you see, h-h-highness.... funneh mea-means.... uh-uhm...." Little did Willowpaw know, it was Myling trying to morph the word "Funny", unknowing to that it was a youtuber. Great job Myling, mission failed. "I-Its li-like funny? Y-You know? Y-Yeah!! B-But of cou-course if you'd like a-a new n-name..." Willowpaw shuffled her paws. Well.... AHHH WHAT DID SHE NAME MAGPIEPAW??????? UHH THINK OF A RANDOM SEQUENCE OF LETTERS, QUICK! "Uhhmm... P...DJS...LHSD.....Z" Yeah!! Magpiepaw would like that!!
Who wouldn't want their name to be a random sequence of letter? SHE for one would love that! Like, may as well call her ZLOORZSDZ am i right? hahahahahahaha willowpaw ur so guud at jokes can we hire u for standup comedy? yez u get free prey... yes? it settles then!
**TWELVE IMAGINARY REAL HOURS LATER - AT THE STANDUP COMEDY**
Oh golly gosh!!! She sure was nervous!
Willowpaw watched the other cats go up on stage and say their jokes while the crowd - before the sentence even finished - cheered and laughed jubilantly. She soon heard the number "27" be called, which was her cue. Willowpaw took a deep, semi-kinda-not-calming-tbh breath, before awkwardly scrambling over to get up on the imaginary very real stage. Dead silence had met her as she'd made her way up here, and now she stared out into the crowd of cats, on top of the Shadowledge, in front of dozens upon dozens of cats. She gulped, fumbling in her mind for the jokes she's prepared. "Er.... soo! Hel-Hello everyone! I am Willowpaw, the funny-magician!" She made a display of a backflip, taking extra caution not to get paralyzed. Willowpaw looked out to expect at least one cheer, but again, silence. One cat began whispering to another, and her heat wrenched. Uhh. "Well well well! Look here, look here! This one singular stick can drill through even the toughest of stone!... Huh? What do you mean you can read its expression? Its scared? But i thought it looks rather stone faced!" Willowpaw laughed. Nothing. "Sigh, i tried to make a joke about stone, but it was rather boulder-ing. Now! Onto the show!" She took a stick from her long tail, and did some epic cool tricks her imagination didn't really pay much attention to, before finally pointing it to the stone below her paws. Suddenly her paws were shaking, and it seemed so far from the ground up here. Willowpaw shook her head to clear the dim thoughts. She pointed the stick to the tip of the Shadowledge, and said the words "Drilliosa enoughiosa greatiosa lovewillowpawiosa!" in a chant under her breath. And after saying it ten times, she tapped it to the tip of the large, slanted rock. Instantly, it burst into miniature shards. Willowpaw looked up expectantly, eager for praise at her excellent performance. Nobody was wowed. Nobody was cheering, screaming and yowling their approval as they had before. Nobody even whispered this time. 'D-Do they want jokes?? This is a joke-show after all... but if they don't even stir at what i just did, then that certainly won't be near enough to what i need to become the loved, confident apprentice with a bright future of ShadowClan!' Her worried imaginary thoughts said. "I-I..... uhm........s-so... a slug walks up to the-the apple.... an-and he says... he says..... uhm.... he says.....!" She let a bit of desperation into her voice. The audience was still for just a moment, before they roared and began storming over to swarm the Shadowledge, yowling with disapproval that didn't only hurt her eardrums the entire time. Fish were being thrown and boo's were being shouted. A paw caught her fur as she was looking around frantically for an escape, and threw her off the Shadowledge. Willowpaw screamed. She was getting executed for cheesy puns! Oh god she should've never accepted that offer. WHYYYY DID SHE ACCEPT THAT OFFER-
**FINALLY BACK IN THE REAL WORLD OH MY GOD THE CHILD FINALLY WOKE UP I THOUGHT IT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN**
Willowpaw woke from her little daydream with a startle. Huh? Where was the Shadowledge? Was she still getting executed?? WAS SHE ALLOWED TO LIVE??? Willowpaw glanced around as though she'd woken up from a bajillion year coma and cats had invented cat-metropolis. She deflated. She wasn't at the stand-up comedy show anymore. 'No you dummy, we're here. At "camp". Not the old one, and there was never any joking around in the first place. Grow up.' And she only now realized: AKJDFKAL MAGPIEPAW IS THERE WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY DID SHE HAVE TO ZONE OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF A SOCIAL INTERACTION FLOOBBLELLAIJFHIAFJAOJKLFLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRR.
Willowpaw shoved as much of the AUURUGHGHHAURGHHHHHHHHH into one internal sigh as she could, and faced PDJSLHSDZ with a big ol grin of happiness and a touch of unintentional creepy.
[ fun fact: magpiepaw's new name is actually just her name but in cesar code! c: ]
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"We cannot change our destiny. We just have to have the courage to know what it is, and accept it."
Thrush squeaked, agreeing with Palekit. It made sense! ThunderClan could well, climb trees and stuff, RiverClan could swim, WindClan could run, but ShadowClan could hide! Thrushkit thought that was a better quality then all of the others. Sure, you could run from a fire, but wasn't that just adrenaline? And swimming was something he thought was rather useless. Why would you need to swim? Rivers flooded, and sometimes you couldn't swim in them at all! And climbing trees was only good for getting away. He laughed a bit at the others kits play-fighting.
"Of course we're the strongest! ShadowClan cats are big!"
Thrushkit puffed out his short chest fluff, a big grin on his face. He also wanted to mention Dawnstar, their leader. She seemed like a scary, very scary, cat, that no other ones would want to mess with!
"We'll be the best apprentice's ShadowClan's ever seen!"
He gave another enthusiastic huff before leaping forward, tail swaying from side to side. He was no-longer trying to imitate a warrior, his stature dipping as he wavered. Thrushkit smiled even wider, perking up again, perking his ears to make them look taller. He didn't quite feel like an apprentice yet ... but he knew he'd make a good one! Or at least he hoped he would.
Palekit gave a soft huff, nodding in agreement. "We can fight the best!"
After all, all the cats Palekit have met and seen always told Palekit how great ShadowClan warriors are. He couldn't wait to become an apprentice, and prove he could be just like them. Even more, he would like to see ShadowClan on top when it comes to Gatherings. The other clans have nothing on them!
"We'll definitely be!" Palekit mewed, copying Thrushkit in standing tall with chest puff out. Except his shorter legs didn't take him far. He looked rather silly, but it didn't matter to him.
Palekit couldn't wait to become an apprentice. He was also curious to who Dawnstar would assign to him. It didn't matter who, Palekit would do his best to follow along and learn as much as he can. If he could choose, he wants his mentor to be strong and brave, and teach him all to know about the warrior life.
It was getting late, and he had been out playing with Thrushkit all day. Palekit blinked in exhaustion and thought he ran around more than enough today. Palekit pads up to Thrushkit and give him a friendly bump on the shoulder. "I'll be heading back to the nursery, want to come?"
[ @rubberRatroom haha awesome, that sounds good! also no thoughts for what they can do now, so I might send Pale to get some rest~ would love to get them to meet again later on!]
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Forgot to say I'm back | Bump after 3 days
She/her - 7 moons
Lean, brown molly with dark orange spots, lighter belly, and green eyes
Dreamwalker
She was... Adderpaw now. Tentetivty she allowed herself to taste the name as she was shown the way to the camp. It wasn't too bad. In fact, she was beginning to prefer it over 'Wyvern'. She had never been told what, if anything, a wyvern was, but she had heard of adders.
The track through the territory was quiet as everything important had been said, so Adderpaw took the time to study her surroundings. It was about what she had expected from seeing the forest from afar - pines and spruces, dark and shadow areas mixed with marshland - but she also noted the small meadows and rocky places that she spotted between the trees.
Then at last they reached the camp. Her new home, and the place where she was to stay here until she was assigned a mentor. Might as well take the time to settle in. Dawnstar had gone off to whatever duties the leader had, and Adderpaw padded over to the edge of the camp and lied down to rest while observing the clearing. [Open]
For context, Adderpaw is a former outsider who has been let into Shadowclan and has just now entered the camp for the first time. This interaction would take place a bit before the current meeting
Springburst Nobody got you the way I do + she/her + Beefed up T2-Lyrebirds-Shadow fiend
Here she was now, sitting off to the side of camp in shadowclan, it was all surreal. Springburst had expected the shadowclan leader to be a bit tougher on outsiders, this had seemed too easy. What she was expecting going in to have a try at joining another clan was a fight, a proof of strength. Her only guess was that she hadn't needed to do so since her appearance showed enough answers. The scarred molly was plenty strong on her own, she has proven to still get up despite the injuries she had received, so why not? One lone green-eye swept across the clearing, taking mental notes of anyone here at the moment. One cat caught her attention instantly and she zero'd in on them as she stared at them. They seemed awfully familiar to her, like she had seen them before she even thought of coming to shadowclan. Yet she couldn't place a name on it just yet, it was on the tip of her tongue but it wouldn't come. Time to go bite the mouse on the tail and satisfy her curiosity and questions. The large tortie got off her butt and made her way in the direction of the aforementioned cat.
Marshypaw
Male / - Moons / ShadowClan / Pansexual
Russet tabby tom with cream-brown fur around the torso, blue and yellow heterochromatic eyes, and a naturally sinister expression
“Well there’s no point to misery without joy, now is there? Just like there’s no point to beauty without brains! That last part is something that you, my friend, need to work on!”
~Marshypaw
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The russet and cream apprentice saw nothing wrong with sitting quietly and patiently as Willowpaw spoke to him… or, at least, as she tried to. It could only make him look kinder, more likable, could it not? In addition, he personally had absolutely nothing against her anxiousness and her panic, as he felt that it was simply an important key attribute of the troubled she-cat’s personality. It made her interesting to him, it made her distinguished from the rest of ShadowClan’s pessimistic apprentices, and more importantly, it gave her character. Willowpaw’s faults and struggles were the main thing Marshypaw had seen during his interaction with her, and unfortunately for her, they were his first impression of her. He viewed her as an awkward, anxiety-filled, self-loathing, and decently sweet thing, so I spite of the fact that he appeared to be trying his best to comfort her in the moment, he certainly did not want her to change, especially if they were to have any sort of relation and/or future with one another. Her personality was most likely as dynamic and as interesting as it was ever going to get, and Marshypaw did not want t ruin that with too much comfort. But for now, he wanted to see how much reassurance he could provide, just so that he could get her to speak in a way that was finally somewhat comprehensive. As happy as the young tabby tom-cat was to be interacting with somebody with as much personality as Willowpaw seemed to have, it was getting a bit complicated to understand her. Nonetheless, the russet and cream tabby tom was more than prepared to try, and he kept on smiling. He could not show her how much he appreciated her and her personality until he made his happiness with their first encounter clear, now could he?
Unfortunately, Marshypaw simply did not have the willpower to avoid correcting Willowpaw on her mispronunciation of the word, ‘Antagonist’. He adored colorful stories and dramatic tales too much to stop himself, so yes, of course he corrected her. Then after his next comment, naturally, Willowpaw began to correct herself. The very moment Marshypaw heard the proper pronunciation of the words leave the anxious apprentice’s mouth, ‘An-tag-on-ist’, a smile of congratulations shot across his face, and he raised his head, preparing to praise her aloud, verbally. But no, h his attempts were mindlessly interrupted by the tortoiseshell she-cat standing before him. She buttered the word again, and his smile twitched. As the nervous apprentice kept on randomly failing and randomly managing to say the word correctly, Marshypaw simply blinked and stared, his breath caught. Well… at least she’s… motivated, yes? Give her some credit, she’s… trying! Eventually, Willowpaw declared that yes, she could pronounce it now, and Marshypaw beamed. Then joyously, he exclaimed, “LOVELY!!! Congradulations!”, before nodding and only slowing down the movement of his head when the apprentice began to fidget. Of course, she was turning her victory into something worry-worthy. It was certainly a Willowpaw-behaviour, but Marshypaw was smart enough to avoid commenting on it directly to her face. But if they were to interact in the future, Marshypaw made a silent note to make sure to try and bring it up in the future, to try and help her out with it if he ever found the chance.
When he brought up the title, ‘Friend’, Willowpaw obviously had her doubts. Soon enough, the russet and cream tabby apprentice found that title being contradicted, and being herself, Willowpaw started to tell him that no, she was not a good friend. Marshypaw raised his eyebrows, staring at her blankly again. The young tom-cat was completely speechless, but this might even be for the better, because Willowpaw did not seem to plan on ending her contradiction at such a small claim. She told him that she was a terrible friend, a horrible friend, to think… and then there was a hesitation, so Marshypaw did not get to hear out the rest of the comment until later. The puzzled apprentice’s confusion started to clot up his blue-yellow gaze, but he was quick to blink it off. He did not want to make her feel shameful for not being clear, she was already a bit too panicked at the moment. Marshypaw had seen quite a bit of her personality already, and he had no interest in purposely exaggerating the points that had already been made obvious, like the fact that it was hard for Willowpaw to string up sentences that actually sounded like words, rather than plain stutters and stammers. Then as Willowpaw’s words drowned away, Marshypaw titled his head to the side, offering a few words of support. “Well, you may not think so, but truthfully, I do.” It was not long before Willowpaw snapped back into verbal action. The she-cat half-gasped a name, and it took Marshypaw a surprisingly large amount of effort to avoid jerking his head back in surprise. Well, then. Amusement creeped it’s way into his stare. Alright, then, so she could be anxious, but she could also be energetic… simultaneously. That was fun. The name was Turtlepaw, and Marshypaw knew very little about this cat. But he was happy to hear out anything that Willowpaw had to say about them, that was for sure. He was always open to Willowpaw’s personal lore, so with wide, expectant eyes, he awaited a deeper, more informative explanation.
With a high-pitched squeak noise, Willowpaw began to do what looked to Marshypaw like thinking out loud, saying that she was unable to remember when the last time she saw this said-Turtlepaw-cat was, mentioning the fact that she had not interacted with the mysterious apprentice for weeks, days, months, and at the sound of that, Marshypaw finally understood. This had something to do with his comment on the matter of thinking that she was a good friend. She was still denying it, then. Willowpaw told him that she had forgotten Turtlepaw, but their long distance from one another just proved that she was not a good friend, she was a bad friend. Marshypaw was generously given some time to process the overload of words that had just been dumped onto him like water pouring down from a tipped bucket, but he failed. His thoughts sat still, and he was unable to think of a response right in the moment, so instead, he just waited for Willowpaw to speak up again. Once she did, it was back to Turtlepaw, of course, and she was asking Marshypaw if he had seen her. But as always, before he could pop out a response, Willowpaw was pack to verbalizing her self-loathing, and she told him that he did not need to worry about it, and she was shutting up now, even fake zipping her own mouth shut. Finally, after several more seconds of still, awkward silence, Marshypaw found his voices and he tried to soothe he for the millionth time in a row. “Y…up. I expect it’s easy to feel that way when one has grown distant form a friend- but fear not, you have the personality to find good friends, or at least, you will once you find the courage. Not that I want to sound… cheesy, or… cringey, whatever you feel the need to call it, but… it seems your anxious traits are getting in the way of your daily life. I’m no professional, but I’m sure that’s an issue, yes? Once you learn to love and cope with yourself, friends’ll come like moths to brightness, yes?” Then after a small pause and a friendlier smile, Marshypaw laughed lightly. “Of course, I’ll miss the interesting addition to our conversations if you learn to stay calm, of course, but that’s nothing! I’d be happy to see you… be happier!” This was a lie. Marshypaw adored the drama… and although he was encouraging putting it to an end out loud, internally, he wanted it to stay for as long as it possibly could. Otherwise, what would be left of Willowpaw’s personality? Simple, sad and boring… normality?! Terrible, terrible! No, it had to stay.
But in the end, a good sign popped up. Marshypaw’s eyes flashed with relief when Willowpaw braced herself to take a bite out of the meal he had brought for them to share. Well that was nice to know… she felt comfortable enough to eat beside him. Then when the tortoiseshell apprentice made her move and finally took a bite of the mouse for herself, Marshypaw gave her an encouraging nod. Then happily, he took the quiet chance to tell her, “Yes! You know, odd as it may sound, I find conversations such as this easier to pull through with when there’s food involved. If you’re eating soemthing, talking automatically feels more- casual…” He paused at the sight of the mouse once Willowpaw was finished with what all she wanted. She had taken more than half of it, but Marshypaw had nothing against this. If anything, it just gave him the perfect chance to express his pride in her. So with a widen smile, he glanced at her and piped, “That’s it! See? Food’s great. I’ll take the rest, if that’s alright!” Then dipping his head in thanks, Marshypaw lowered himself for a moment to finish off the meal, and once he did, he waited until he was fully finished chewing to speak to Willowpaw again. Quite the gentleman, he was. A saint indeed. Then once he could, he talked. “Now, I’d love to get to know you a bit more sometime, if that sounds nice? Of course, I would also love to hear out your opinion on the matter first, and I’ll cope with any response, so feel no fear! Soon enough, I’ll have to go off and take a nap, but if you’d like to speak to me more here today, I would be more than happy to, so go for it! The decision is yours, but no pressure! I, Marshypaw, am unbiased as can be.” Then smiling up expectantly, Marshypaw waited. He was curious to see how Willowpaw would handle making a decision.
I have left WCO due to recovery purposes. For more detail, consider checking my last visitor message on my profile, and if it ever gets buried beneath anything else, feel free to repost it. With that said, I wish the best for this site and everybody involved, so stay as happy and healthy as you can, everyone.
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