ShadowClan Grimpeak

[furrensic]

SQUIRRELRISE
she/her. 13 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]

the meeting goes as per usual. new apprentices, reassignments, new members – one being a former riverclanner, which she can feel repressed guilt trying to ride to the surface at the mention of the clan – considering of mostly outsiders. and finally, a new warrior. midnightpaw, who she's not very familiar with, having only been on a patrol with her once and sharing a conversation one time if she remembers correctly. still, new warriors are always good.

"m-midnightpath..!" squirrelrise cheers. or, er, really it comes out as normal volume than a yell. it's the thought that counts. a russet ear gives a twitch as the cheering dies down, and dawnstar moves on with the meeting. her heart sinks at the next announcement, yellow eyes widening.

silverlark..? dead? her stomach churns, leaving her feeling sick to her stomach. she can't say she'd been close friends with the tom, but they'd shared a meal once and he was impossibly kind. a good warrior and an even better enforcer, no doubt a great friend, too. he wasn't that much older than me, either, she thinks ruefully. she sniffles, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. she forces herself to pay attention to dawnstar's speech about trespassers, trying to not mull over the loss of silverlark, as much as she wanted to bawl her eyes out.

with the meeting wrapping up, the russet molly stands and pads to the warriors den.

[nyme]

AIN'T NO WAY FOR A BOY TO BE

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✧ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

MOSQUITOKIT . 5 MOONS . HE/HIM . SHADOWCLAN

Woah! A Wildpaw list.

-Don't get hurt
-Make new friends

Hey, yeah. Yeah! He can do that, easy.

"Okay! Uh, I promise." Mosquitokit's careful with the word, like he might nick his his tongue on it if he's not. "Good luck, Wildpaw. A-And do your best! And be careful!!" He's sure he already hammered that point home but once more for good measure won't hurt. He sways in place, looking like he's about to go in for a head bump before evidently thinking better of it. He doesn't want either of them to accidentally crack their noggins, there, which feels like a very real possibility with this pair's track record. "Uhokay, I'll, see you! It'll be my turn next s-so, uh, just wait!"

With that, Mosquitokit's bounding off. That's the first two things on his to-do all done, just in time for Dawnstar to start wrapping things up. The skinny black tom's progress is brought to a jarring halt—he needs to stop and hang his head, briefly, for Silverlark's sake. Not because he knew the enforcer or because this cat's death really means anything to him, personally, but because every dead clanmate deserves to be mourned properly. Especially one who had done enough good for the clan to be named Enforcer.

He's back to moving once he spies other cats doing so, skidding through the shifting crowd to finish up his final self-imposed task: saying hi to Shadekit.

Mosquitokit staggers to an awkward halt and instead of just saying hi like he'd planned to, and means to, and wants to, his opener is:

"I still can't really see your stripes."

A beat. Mosquitokit blinks, realizing that this is a meaningless remark and hastily continuing to the part that matters: "Um! Hi Shadekit." That's—uh, that's all I wanted t'say, actually."

Look at that. He did everything. Meetings rule.

@---Bluestar--- ; WILDPAW
@Snowflake ; SHADEKIT

[Willie Warf]

Sharpfrost cheered the names as she usually did.

[---Bluestar---]

Wildpaw filicks her tail as if saying good bye and walks off to a sunny spot in the clearing to lay down and think about what had been troubling her. @nyme