ShadowClan Grimpeak

[Estelle]

Noticing a kit coming to sit beside her, Nightshiver looked down at her with a gentle smile. She soon recognised this kit as Midnightkit -- one of Nighthound's younglings. And, oh! He must be so proud, Midnightkit and her siblings were becoming apprentices! Although she didn't say much, the forever queen looked at the kitten again with an encouraging smile, silently telling her that she'll do great.

That being said, Midnightkit was a welcome distraction too. The news of ThunderClan was beyond worrisome and Nightshiver could only hope this would be resolved without much bloodshed, even if she knew that to be unlikely. If only. But she couldn't let it damped her mood, not now and especially not when a kitten could so easily see her. She the queen kept her gentle smile despite the hints of worry in her eyes.


[ @Omari - ]

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Originally Posted by vampire

HOUNDHUNTER
Death: Reversed
Pronouns: Haunt/Hauntself || Massive black and white cat with heavy flank scarring, orange and green eyes.
Purrk: Beefed Up || Tier 1
[ ➥ MENTION(S): @Undertaker , @CreeperLover649 ]

Houndhunter was fine with these new terms, more pelts for the leader haunt guessed, more deaths would make them easier to battle against. Murdering other cats was in haunt’s clan’s nature. You mess with the ears, you get the claws. That simple, you learn this as a kitten, but clearly Bumbkestar didn’t. It was embarrassing for haunt to even watch, her and her clan of devote “thunderclanners”. Then Drippingpelt’s mouth opened and the words that spilled out were on the verge of sending any reasonable cat into a blank stare of confusion. Haunt’s black and black head twists to meet the warriors. Voice deeper than previous interactions. “Follow orders. Questioning, stop. Now. Warrior’s don’t question, unless doubt fills you about Dawnstar…? Does it Drippingpelt, tell the clan, enjoying doubting Dawnstar?” Houndhunter’s orange and green eyes locked onto the smaller warrior. Embarrassing. The massive warrior said nothing else, allowing the shecat ample time to explain, kits had ceremonies due, and Drippingpelt’s redundant questions were to stop that.

Houndhunter stares, maw remaining still as haunt waited. Where was Hazhound? He- Was he even here? there! Houndhunter was able to spot those milky eyes from anywhere, and the bengal pelt was still remarkably visible among the dark pelts. Hazehound would probably just mess around with a simple situation like this, but Hound wasn’t the cat too. That’s where they were different. Houndhunter’s pelt is frozen, the breaths that passed through the massive cats pelt serving as the only movements. Head turning back to Dawnstar as haunt doubted the reasoning of Drippingpelt’s was any use. The leaders word was law, how difficult was that to understand? It was common sense.

~~Drippingpelt~~

{ @Undertaker(because vampire mentioned you) }

(Sorry for short post)

Drippingpelt looked over at Houndhunter. "It was just a thought that hit me. I'm not saying that we should do it. I'm not stupid." She growled.

[iliri]

Ravenkit padded forward.

[crappy post but im busy]

[Moxie Foxy]

Ruekit softly walked to the Front witth the Other kits. Today was the Day! The Day she Became an Apprentice! She felt excitement rushing through her veins, from the tip of her tail to the tips of her whiskers... Apprenticeship!

She happily Sat down to await the moment she became a paw and could meet her new mentor

[Alchemist Kitsune]

| Mousepaw |
Shadow Fiend - Active

Gray pelt melting into the shadows of the camp, the muscular apprentice clung to them, making himself one with the obscurity offered by the darkest, most solitary corners in the camp. Verdant hues the only thing noticeable by their glint as he turned a glance towards a familiar, gray pelt, the young apprentice felt his tense muscles relax. His sister seemed to be with friends... although the quality of said friends was dubious. Cloverkit he had no problems with, having met the young kit not too long ago, yet the other... Eveningkit, was it? She better not be a bit of a bully or trying to get his sister into trouble. She was a good kit, didn't need any negative influences in her life.

The meeting itself held little to no interest for the scarred tom, expecting more of the same. ThunderClan battle to be planned. The squirrels had been going further and further every day with their random acts of violence, and he doubted their leader had any intention to let it slide. What did catch is attention, however, was the name of the kits being called forth for an apprentice ceremony. Namely the name of one kit. Or rather... the not-a-name. Why was his sister being summoned? Surely she was too young to be apprenticed...

Comprehension clear on his face, Mousepaw frowned, unsure of what to make of Dawnstar's decision to call so many young kits forward now, apprenticing them early when times dictated they were to be protected at all costs. There must be a reason... he was sure of it, but for the life of him he couldn't fathom why. Despite his reservations, the heavy set apprentice placed one dark, white tipped limb forward, breaking away from the shadows to approach his kin. Dipping his head, he attempted to give her a surprise lick between her ears. Just because he did not agree with how early she was being apprenticed did not mean he could not congratulate his little sister on this special day. He just hoped... prayed really... that her apprenticeship was better than his. That her last day as a kit would not be the last day she knew true bliss.

Kits called forth and rushing to the Shadowledge, Dawnstar continued speaking, her following announcements more in line with what he had been expecting. More deaths. More crimes Dungstar and the rest of her clanmates needed to pay for. Mousepaw could feel his claws digging into the ground, whiskers twitching as he controlled himself, not wishing to snarl in anger at the news. How he wished he was a warrior, capable of patrolling the borders himself and bringing down some of these petty ThunderClan cats. He'd take their pelts for himself, just like they'd done first.

The normally jovial tom stood by what he'd told Moorpaw in that Gathering moons ago. Two wrongs did not do a right. But ThunderClan was owed no rights now. They were bringing nothing more than death to his clanmates. Once he was a warrior, he'd make sure they paid their dues accordingly. It was only fair, after all.

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@Ravensong [Sunsetkit]

[Kix]

Rufflekit
Muscled Ginger cashmere Bengal ▵ He/Him ▵ 6moons
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Rufflekit had no idea what the other group of kits were up to nor did it have anything to do with him so he choose to ignore 'em. Huffing he returned his attention back to Dawnstar as she spoke, looks like he was the second name to be called out. No more waiting he got up and walked his hairy butt to the front and plopped down once he reached his spot. He idly wondered who his mentor would be while he waited patiently.

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[Tecumori]

Cloverkit
ShadowClan | Kit | He/Him | 5 moons

Cloverkit froze. He knew what was about to happen but couldn't convince himself that this was for real. He hadn't expected to be apprenticed a moon early, so it came as a surprise when Dawnstar ordered him to step forward with the other kits. He hadn't even done anything special to warrant it!

The scrawny tabby hoisted himself up and slowly followed the rest of the kits to the front of the Shadowledge. He wondered if it would be rude to sit down, so he chose to stand instead. It might have been easier if his legs weren't trembling so much. He pawed at the ground in an attempt to calm himself. Why was he so nervous? It's not like he was in trouble or anything, right?

Wait! What if he was in trouble? What if they weren't called up to be named apprentices, but instead to be punished...

Cloverkit felt himself start to sway, heart beating so loudly that he thought it might explode out of his chest. No no no... He was being stupid again! Why would he be in trouble? He hadn't done anything wrong! The quivering tabby thought back to any times he'd gotten into trouble. He drew blank after blank, not finding a single instance that warranted punishment... except for...

Cloverkit remembered the fight-back game he'd participated in. Dawnstar was hosting it and he recalled that he hadn't really done anything besides hide in the very back of the den. Was that reason enough for punishment? Was Dawnstar mad at him for being such a coward? For choosing not to risk his life against imaginary badgers and kit snatchers? He tried to convince himself that he was overreacting, but the worried thoughts kept coming.

Like... what if it was only him that was being punished? What if she planned to humiliate him in front of his clan mates? What if they all laughed at him?!

His breathing quickened. Head whipping around to glance at the other kits. Were they staring at him? He felt like someone was staring holes into him, waiting for him to do something embarrassing.

\\ Warning: Mild Self-Harm //

 

Cloverkit tried grounding himself, digging his claws into the dirt and taking deep, slow breaths. He tried focusing his thoughts on what his leader was announcing but was already too lost to understand what she was talking about. His tail began to twitch, and he brought it in front of himself, stamping it down with his paws and kneading at it. It hurt a little, but the pain helped him calm down just a bit. He crouched down and picked the tail up between his teeth, gently nibbling on it. The action did little to quell his anxiety but distracted him enough so that he could listen to the rest of the meeting.

(This is not a panic attack... yet) (OPEN)

Image of my oc was created using Clangen Cat Maker

[Dark]

Darkfall

Shadow Fiend: Inactive
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Oh great, more travel restrictions. To be honest, Darkfall was getting really sick and tired of constantly having his movements restricted due to the incompetence of his clanmates. Yes, it was unfortunate that many of his clanmates were losing their lives. He could acknowledge that. But why were they even going near Herondive Hollow, to begin with? They were practically at war with ThunderClan at the moment, not even he would dare head over to the border without at least one other cat accompanying him.

Angrily lashing his tail behind him, the large tom listened to the rest of what Dawnstar had to say. Unsurprisingly, the large leader gave a kill-on-sight order for any ThunderClan cat caught in the vicinity. He understood the reasoning behind it, but she was basically encouraging crossing borders to attack another clan’s cats. In his eyes, this would make them no better than the clan they were up against.

From the space that he occupied towards the back, Darkfall had a clear view of what was happening in the front. The young cats that Dawnstar had called on began to gather underneath the Shadowledge, presumably to be apprenticed. Some of them seemed to be a little bit on the younger side, but he trusted that Dawnstar knew what she was doing. Perhaps with them training a little bit early, they would be better suited for the life of a warrior further down the road and not needlessly end up losing their lives.

As he watched, his azure eyes picked up on what appeared to be one of the kits hurting themselves. ’Cloverkit…?’ he thought. Of course, he wasn’t familiar with all of the youth of his clan, as he no longer had a reason to be hanging around the nursery, but that was the name that came to mind when he saw the scene unfold before him. What was up with that? Was he nervous? Had someone told him to do that? What was going on? It didn’t take long for him to realize that what he was witnessing may be the beginning of a panic attack, or leading up to one anyways.

Finding the display unsightly and extremely concerning, Darkfall squeezed between his clanmates and made his way closer to the front. He hadn’t been called up here, so he didn’t dare approach past the line of the other onlookers. He had to do something. He couldn’t stand to see cats so much younger than him in some kind of pain - self-inflicted or otherwise, so he did the only thing he knew he could.

”Hey Cloverkit,” He called gently, trying to get the attention of the kit and avoid disrupting the meeting. [I]’Please don’t say anything Dawnstar’[/B] the dark tabby inwardly begged. He had already been either the cause or an accomplice to three meeting disturbances prior and was not looking to add a fourth to that list. ”Calm down Cloverkit, everything is going to be alright,” he promised.

He hoped the young tom was able to hear him, he wasn’t sure if he could afford to call to him any louder than that. Dawnstar was clearly not in a good mood, and he’d rather not be the target of her wrath in front of the entirety of the clan.

[ @Woodlow for a little encouragement Additionally I didn’t know if I needed to spoiler warn for this because I didn’t actually detail what was going on]

[JackHunt_17]

Cougarbite's heart sunk. Sweetpaw was his apprentice. He hadn't seen her for a bit, but he didn't realize she had been killed. That was... that was a lot. It took a punch to his heart and he didn't like that feeling. It was.. grief. He'd never felt that before. When dawnstar announced the Thunderclan plan, he was down for that. He also was interested in seeing the amount of kits ready for mentors, and hoped to maybe get one now, since Sweetpaw was now gone, and while he still could, as he was pregnant. He would go right back to warrior duties 2 moons after his kits birth though, once they were weaned.

[Moxie Foxy]

@Woodlow @Darkfall

Ruekit: Two Left Paws, Agatha Kitty, herbal Knowledge Tier 1

Ruekit heard Darkclaw Speaking from behind her, to Cloverkit. She turned her head around to focus her attention on Cloverkit. ahhhh, poor guy. He Was younger then Her, That She knew, and she could guess by Darkclaws words, and the Other Kits actions that perhaps this kit was scared or nervous.

Ruekit stood up to move to sit next to the other kit, wrapping her tail around Cloverkit Gently. "Hey Buddy, you okay? It's alright" She gently mewed, wrapping her front paws around the tom in a soft hug. She hoped to comfort her friend. she could understand that this moment could be scary, she was nervous herself, but more then that, she knew everything would turn out just fine. she hoped she could convine Cloverkit of that.

She amined a Smile at Darkclaw, silently thanking the tom for his kindness towards the younger kit. what a Nice Warrior, she thought. Turning back to Cloverkit she whispered gently in his ear "everythings going to turn out great! we'll be apprentices soon, then we can train together! and you! You'll be the Best Warrior in all the Clan! i just know you will be! and i'll be rooting you on all the way Cloverkit!"

Gently she attempted to tug his tail out of his mouth...