Myling got a bit worried willow would go missing and she accidentally forgot to have Willowpaw join the meeting so Willowpaw manifested a whole announcement late :')
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"We cannot change our destiny. We just have to have the courage to know what it is, and accept it."
Hawkbite listened contently, finding nothing to speak up on. Dawnstar had set her boundaries and laws so he'd make sure cats were following the rules. They didn't do terribly -- or so he thought. He assumed things were going to be way worse, but the clan proved him wrong at least. The Commander's ears would flick, waiting for Dawnstar to continue.
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[Fogwatcher]
ShadowClan Warrior
Flock Together [T1] | Bilingual [T1] | The Collector
Fogwatcher hadn't expected to be approached, and especially not from the former RiverClanner turned Enforcer. While Dawnstar was putting her trust in them, the splotched silver and white tom was more skeptical. His tail tightened around his paws, his head turning slightly to study Rookfire for a moment. A silent stare at first, calculating his words. Rookfire was being friendly and he couldn't undermine the Enforcer so he guess he had no other option than to simply comply in a friendly manner. "Yeah, I'm Fogwatcher. You're that new Enforcer cats' been talking 'bout. Rookfire," the tom introduced both of them in a curt manner.
rookfire lifted himself onto mostly stable paws at dawnstars call, this gathering he felt considerably better than last, the shoulder was still troubling and that night still came around to haunt him when he was at his lowest, but at least the enforcer could strut up to take a place by the grimpeak with confidence instead of barely hanging onto conscions this time. leaning into brief distraction, rookfire let his eyes linger on darkfall and wispypaw for a few breaths, wondering just how much he was yet to learn about the relations of each shadowclan member, i mean, one ought to at least know who is related to who right? with a bit more curiosity, his eyes caught sight of a lithe tom he had seen with mossfreckle before and decided to find his place next to fogwatcher before he could decide it was a bad idea after all. "morning. fogwatcher right?"
[ @SuspiciousMindz ]
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roachflare had been a bit under the weather as of late, more so distracted than anything else, caught in his own thoughts.. that kind of thing.. but distant none the less so when dawnstars call echoed in the clearing and the dark tortie caught sight of mudslide, he hurried to catch up to her. "mud!" the smaller feline chirped, announcing his presence before pressing fluffy dark pelt to short brown-cream one. the sight of his friend had lightened his mood considerably and he felt like he was buzzing with energy, almost falling over while attempting to scratch a spot in the crook between neck and head. "dawnstar doesnt seem ta' be in the best mood, dont you think?" roachflare thought out loud, paying not an ounce of attention to the apprentice sat next to mudslide, in fact, he didnt even look at them.
[ @Marigoldwhisper ; @lethean ]
Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\15 moons\Shadowclan
"I miss the yellow. I miss the yellin' and the shake downs."
Mudslide had begun to close her eyes, basking in the silence of her mind like it was the sun. Dawnstar's voice was merely background noise in her head for a few moments before she focused in on it. Her mind was full of the yowls of the dark tabby before a familiar voice pulled her from her zone and made her ears twirl behind her.
Roachflare. A wide smile worked its way onto her face, lifting her features and squinting her blue eyes. It came despite her best efforts to keep her face still. How had she not seen him before? His pelt was as recognizable as a blood stained stone. She allowed him to press up against her and she leaned into him ever so slightly. She, of course, didn't want to crush him, that would be as embarrassing as it would be unfortunate. "Hi, bug," she went, giving him a light brush with her tail.
His next statement made her eyes lift to the Grimpeak. Mudslide stifled an obnoxious giggle or two. Didn't Dawnstar always look like that? She'd never seen her look particularly "happy" if that's what Roachflare was asking. "Eh." She murmured and adjusted a paw to "shield" Roachflare from potentially falling. He seemed to be doing that a lot more often now... Probably just being clumsy.
He obviously couldn't reach his itch, and while Mudslide wasn't a servant to anycat, she was always open to favors. Or, a few. So, she lifted a free front paw and batted at his itch. She didn't know where it was exactly located, so for all she knew her helpfulness had no effect. Like always. Like forever. Incapable of doing...
Mudslide blinked slowly and rolled her eyes back to the Grimpeak. Self-pity. Done. She was so done with her own nonsense. Restrictions. An attempted murder leading to murder. Flashpaw, huh? Mudslide allowed herself a moment of sympathy for the apprentice before moving on. She was alive. Okay. That's it. Leaving in pairs seemed reasonable, even if Mudslide would rather go alone out of camp than anything. Away from the noise, away from her own stupid brain. Away from those darn dragonflies. They hated her just as much as she hated them.
Re: ShadowClan Grimpeak
