Despite the excitement that coursed through her veins, causing her skin to burn beneath her fur. Still, she took the time to cheer for the new apprentices–because today was an exciting day for them, too. “Mintpaw! Wildpaw!”
When the cheers had died down, Dawnstar climbed down the Grimpeak–a bit unhappily. Midnightpaw brought herself to her paws, stepping a bit closer to her leader, to which she dipped her head.
“I do.” She meowed evenly. In fact, there was nothing that she could ever want more! All that she had ever wanted to do is serve her clan, as intended within the Warrior Code. It was the very purpose of her. At the very least, that’s what she so strongly believed.
if fogwatcher was anything, it was certainly not happy about rooks presence, but what had he expected, it mightve slipped his mind once or twice when around cats he had familiarised himself with, but he was still new and unknown to a vast majority of the clan. "yep, im your guy" he replied with an awkward chuckle, the silence between them awkward and thick before being risrupted once again by dawnstars voice, naming apprentices and asking midnightpaw to make her promise to serve the clan, rookfire turned to speak up again, quietly of course, he wasnt one for disrupting gatherings, especially not after his recent promotion. instead, he pretended to check his surroundings for trouble makers, "how's training with birdpaw coming along? n the injury? all good now eh?" the enforcer asked before it even recognised how weird it might come across. he theoretically had the right to put his nose into everyones business, for training at least, and the warrior had been in the medicine den parallel to him for some time..but it was still more specific than he wouldve liked.
roachflare shrugged, "think she looks'a bit more upset than usual ya know?..'s not like she usually looks happy but 's a bit more angry glarin' than usual..but ya didnt hear that from me" he snickered, an easy smile remaining on the young toms face way beyond telling of his childish 'secret' opinion. mudslides assistance (perhaps she just didnt want him falling over and causing a scene at the meeting) came more or less unexpected, though he should know by now that the more reserved young warrior did have a good heart and was even more importantly a good friend, no matter if he wasnt doing well or just fighting with the curse of short legs. "thanks'muds'" he murmered, straightening up again and feeling just the tiniest bit embarassed now that he wasnt so focussed on their conversation anymore. "new apprentices, sure wonder when it'll be our time, 'been doin' the whole warrior thing for a while already hmm?"
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Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\15 moons\Shadowclan
"I miss the yellow. I miss the yellin' and the shake downs."
When Roachflare responded to her, of course she snapped her eyes from the tall cedar tree to the bi colored eyes of her friend. Haha, he liked gossip? Mudslide had never known that about him, something knew and not scary. A nice change of pace, but Mudslide wasn't about to get comfortable with the stride. She nudged him with her side, offering a bit off teeth in a sideways and faltering smile. She didn't mean for her expression to seem or look forced by any means, Roachflare was probably the only cat who could make her naturally smile, it's just her face wasn't used to it. It always rested like a rock, and when it was forced to emote in any way her facial muscles stressed under the pressure. It was far too complex to put into words, but he probably understood why her smile had gotten shaky.
Even as Mudslide attempted to look a bit closer at Dawnstar's expressions, she just couldn't see it. There was no way the iron clawed leader could be more stone hearted. But since it was evident most cats saw she was erked it begged the question of what had exactly gotten on her nerves. The restrictions? The murder going on inside camp? Mudslide chalked it up to that.
He thanked her. So, she turned her head towards him and dipped her head with a shrug. It was the least she could do, the only thing she could do without all her "helpfulness" blowing up in her face like a bloody mess.
So... New apprentices. Mudslide made minimum effort to call there name's, just so they knew they were appreciated. Also, a good amount of warriors had to yet to cheer, so Mudslide decided to pipe up in the smallest voice. "Mint. Wild." She croaked, readjusting her tail so it could curl over her paws. As Dawnstar called the mentors along with their new names, Mudslide couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. She wasn't up there. Yet, Roachflare chimed in and implied that he wanted another apprentice and probably wondered if Mudslide herself wanted one.
The lengthy she-cat shrugged her shoulders with a shake of her head. "You maybe." She explained. Perhaps Roachflare was better with cats but Mudslide would rather dig a hole than let anycat stare at her, let alone talk. She'd pick fights even if somecat so much as breathed on her. Not another cat to get attached only to lose. Sure, she was teaching Spiderpaw how to hunt, but he wasn't a permanent thorn in her fur. It was just a few hunting sessions, that's all, and minimal talking.
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The dark-furred tom let out a small chuckle at Wispypaw’s guess. ”That is certainly a good possibility.” Dawnstar’s irritation was generally because someone had messed something up one way or another, but after being around the Queen of Mean for so often, he also knew that she sometimes just got into those kind of moods every once in a while.
This time, however, it seemed as thought there was a valid reasoning behind it. There had been an attempted murder – on an apprentice no less by one of their own. Unfortunately this messup had led to their still being a restriction on leaving camp, but it was slightly more lenient now. Well, that’s something to be thankful for. Now, he simply needed to find one victim to drag out of the camp with him.
”It seems you were right. Someone did something stupid again,” He murmured to his daughter. Speaking of daughters, head turning slightly, he noticed Sleepysunrise sitting all by herself! Well, that wouldn’t do! With a paw, he signalled for her to come join them. It wasn’t often that he spent time with family, so why not make the most of this opportunity.
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[Blue-grey tabby with dark blue overcoat, white underside and amber eyes] Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby [PERMANENTLY ACTIVE]
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From the other side of Sleepysunrise's speckled black pelt popped a familiar, grey and white face. Birdpaw, who had definitely been there the entire time, saw her Papa waving at Sleepysunrise with Wispypaw at his side. Birdpaw chirped happily, trotting over to her Papa and sister, hopefully with Sleepysunrise on her petite white heels. Plopping herself down next to Papa, Birdpaw smiled. "Hiya Papa! Wispypaw!" As Grandma assigned new apprentices, Birdpaw cheered with everyone else. "Mintpaw! Wildpaw!" She remembered when that had been her up there. She had grown, but not much since then. Then Midnightpaw was brought forward, ready for her warrior ceremony. That would be Birdpaw soon!! She kneaded her paws at the idea. She only had a few more trainings, and then she would be ready. The difference between being an apprentice and being a warrior hadn't truly dawned on her yet, but she was looking forward to maybe teaching apprentices after her! She waited eagerly for Midnightpaw's warrior name.
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9 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes
She wasn't alone long before a familiar face came to sit by her. Instantly, Cinderpaw straightened up a little bit, happy to see the ginger pelt heading towards her... and then she noticed the new injuries and joy quickly turned to concern. Flashpaw smiled at her, and Cinder could see how forced it looked, like she was only smiling to try and reassure her, not because she was actually happy at all.
Her explanation did little to ease the black tabby's worries either... an attempted murder? Who would do that to Flashpaw of all cats?! Feeling anger on behalf of her friend, who seemed to have defaulted to feeling defeated instead, Cinder's tail started whipping back and forth behind her, agitated. There was apparently more news, though Flash didn't seem keen on discussing it, and though Cinder wanted to know, she could respect that boundary not to talk about it now. Maybe Grandma would announce it... maybe that's why she looked so upset. But if it was something big... how had Cinderpaw not heard yet?
Worried, Cinderpaw leans closer, trying to press her nose to the ginger apprentice's shoulder for comfort - or what little comfort she could offer. No longer was she looking forward to this meeting, now all she felt was dread as well as fear for her friend.
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TW: Mentions of death and emotional distress.
It felt nice, being comforted. Cared about. Flashpaw had forgotten that there were more cats that liked her than just.. Silverlark. That there were more cat that would feel concerned for her. But sometimes she was only certain that Cinderpaw would miss her if she had died. Or left shadowclan. Or forgot everything. It made her feel loved, noticing the dislike for the situation the black and white feline clearly displayed. At the small gesture, she almost crumbled. Almost lost her tight, desperate grip on reality. On her Feelings, on her control. Not at a meeting. She lost the grip too often. The Lost Melody didn't want to lose it again. Not here Not now Not ever. A silent movement, but a very grateful one, Flashpaw attempted to rest her head on Cinderpaw's. Just for a moment. Two, three. Then she would pull away, as Dawnstar began to speak. Ceremonies. Mintkit and Wildkit would be apprentices. That was nice. Kits were always a sight to her, they had no idea about the dangers and death and hatred of life. Alright, whats next? Oh. Her announcement.
Eyes. Eyes on her. Dawnstar's cold yellow eyes. Others eyes. Green blue brown hazel amber yellow. All on her for a moment. What were they thinking? Anger? Fear? Pity? She didn't want to be pitied. Pity made her want to scream, "look! I'm here! I'm alive, it's okay! Im okay!" Even when she wasn't and an invisible weight crushed her with every breath. Pity wasn't welcome. It was for the weak. Flashpaw would not. Be. Weak. Her ginger furred shoulders tensed at the gazes. Was she expected to react? All she could seemingly do was meet Dawnstar's eyes. So she did. But then the massive tabby had changed to some other topic. Sort of, but it was enough for the scorching eyes to be directed elsewhere. Restrictions of leaving camp. Only pairs and bigger were allowed. Thay brought an intense detail back from the assassin. It scared her. Flashpaw remembered why she wasn't running quickly back to camp. She had wanted to get a rabbit. Give the fur to Cinderpaw as the first gift since she had been caught in the act of delivering one. Ha. How horribly things could turn. "Surprise.. I-I'm a m-murderer." She said softly, tightly, to her companion. Imagining blood on her paws. The blood of her enemy. She hadnt thought shecwas capable of murder. Yet another surprise for Cinderpaw.
She killed Starrypelt.
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The grey molly called out the apprentice's names in unison. It was good to see new future warriors. It did make her a little glad her demotion was over, though. Sharing a den with two apprentices fresh out of the nursery sounded awful. How did the eldest apprentices, survive? All that noise and filth...ugh. She was quite happy to be back in the warrior's den, although her nest had needed some refurbishing. And of course, the nightmares hadn't stopped.
She spotted her friend out the corner of her eye, looking a bit anxious. The she-cat slid over to sit beside Newtbelly, giving him a friendly smile. "Doing okay?" she inquired, cloudy green eyes curious.
[ open ] FOXFURY
Foxfury watched with morbid curiosity, soaking up the strange customs of the clan. Cats killing each other? In the outskirts this was quite typical, but she supposed it made sense that it wouldn't be tolerated. They were a team! The wiry she-cat let out a faint tsking sound under her breath. She'd have to remember that. No killing her clanmates, even if they were annoying. Sad, but acceptable.
Dawnstar was calling up kittens, which Foxfury eyed with mild interest. Furballs were cute occasionally, but only when she was in the mood to entertain them. Otherwise, she found great enjoyment in scaring them out of their pelts. She grinned just thinking about it. It was character development! She was helping!
The kiddos got their names changed, and Foxfury started a little when the cats surrounding her began chanting in unison. That was weird. "Midnightpaw!" she added, a beat behind everyone else. Oh well, she'd tried. Next time she'd be more on top of the chanting voodoo nonsense.
Scarred ears pricked up in attention as a warrior ceremony began. Dawnstar asked the apprentice to swear fealty. The leader had warned Foxfury that she would have to do the same after her training period. Was it going to be just like this? Or would there be more to it, since she wasn't born here?
He jolted - a little surprised by Raspberryswirl coming over. A sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head slightly "Another attempt at murder?? What's with this clan?" Amber eyes gazed over at her - he wasn't too sure why Raspberryswirl was nice to him. He wasn't very good at making friends, but for some reason she stuck around. He flicked his tail, staring up at Dawnstar again. "It gives me the creeps. Why would someone try to kill their own clanmate?" Oh! He was meant to ask her how she was --- "Oh, er, and are you okay?" He tilted his head.
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very large & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes
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Briarsplash nodded with understanding to Dawnstar's amended rule. To think that a warrior would target an apprentice like that... good thing Starrypelt was dead. Briar would've liked to sink her claws into the traitor, but hey, justice had already been done. She'd just have to keep her nose to business and look out for anything suspicious, as usual. With her new title, especially, she was more than happy to do so.
The stocky Enforcer sat back on her haunches, quietly watching by herself as the apprentices were reassigned, and as Midnightpaw proudly proclaimed her promise to become a true warrior. Briar's whiskers twitched as she heard it, reminding her of her own apprentice ceremony all those moons ago. She'd been way too old for an apprentice due to her joining the Clan as a weak, clueless youngin' — she'd been so eager, so determined to prove herself. Not much had changed since then.
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It's evident which one he's a little more excited to cheer, but remembering that it's Mintpaw's day, too, he takes care to put that name first before eagerly belting his friend's new rank. It's possibly the loudest Mosquitokit's ever been, and that's enough for him to go and startle himself. Whoops. Tail gone bottlebrush on reflex, he hops to his feet. Okay. Ravenheart. Which one is Ravenheart? Probably, uh...probably they'll be over near Wildpaw in a bit, so he figures he should make it there, too.
In a hurry, a tangle of scrawny black legs and tail, Mosquitokit rushes through the gathered cats to meet with Wildpaw.
"Wildkit! I mean, 'paw—sorry, uh," that's gonna take some getting used to, but he's able to laugh it off instead of ruminating. "Wildpaw. Good job!! Uh, d'you know which one's your mentor 'cause I gotta—I mean, I wanna—, uh, I should tell 'em, something,"
He frowns. Is it weird to tell his friend's mentor to watch out for her when she's standing right there? Wildpaw's grown-up, now. Well, nearly grown-up; she's growner than he is, by technicality, at least. Maybe he should just tell her, instead.
"Um. Actually. Wildpaw. I don't want you t'die, okay? You can't do that. Or hurt your head and your paws anymore. Okay?? So you...uh, y'gotta really, try, not t'do any of that. Um, and to learn how'ta fight good, so if somethin' like with, uh, Starrypelt a-and Flashpaw happens to you then y-you, y'know, you'll, be okay. Okay???" He rambles quickly, trying to squeeze it all in quick before it's time to hush up for Midnightpaw's sake.
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Berrypaw is RiverClan's medicine cat apprentice! 
