ShadowClan Clearing

[alec]

rookfire rolled his shoulders, testing how much of a fight his injured shoulder still put up and noting exactly what he had expected, tense resistance and a sharp flaring of pain. however, with the sun burning down on dark pelt and silver eyes trained on the clearing any lingering pain or complaint went unheard, especially when he spotted magpiepaw marching in circles and birdpaw approaching the other apprentice to do the same. he wouldve almsot thought this to be a new game he just never seen before, if not for magpiepaws upset expression and the painful lack of conversation between the two.
the few foxlenghts towards them briefly made the enforcer reconsider his choices as heat blistered pads ached with every step, yet, he wasnt even sure when that had happened, and honestly one ought to notice something like that if not anything else.
"what're you two up to?" rookfire enquired upon arrival, head cocked to the side slightly.

[ sorry i took so long to reply </ 3 #rooksummer24 @Marigoldwhisper @Mica @redshiftreign @Aolani ]

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Tigerpaw sat down and looked around for someone to talk to.
@Toya Todoroki

[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 43 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
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[Gutspaw - @wolfie ]
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Apprentices coming up to Mistlewhisker was something the deputy was used to. Training, questions, requests for patrols, etcetera. What she wasn’t used to was apprentices coming up to her, handing her a rock and staring at her expectantly. Mistlewhisker studied the small, round, gold-flecked black rock Gutspaw had placed at her paws. Oh. Interesting. She sniffed it, turning it over and watching the little flecked twinkle in the sunlight. “Thank you, Gutspaw.” She finally meowed, meeting the apprentice’s intense gaze. “Is this a gift or the beginnings of a favor request?” Accepting gifts was… difficult to say the least. Everything had a motive behind it, benign or otherwise. It was partially the reason she rarely gave gifts herself unless they were prey or acts of service. Even still, Mistlewhisker would tuck this away into her nest later amongst the old fox pelt that still lined the moss. It was, admittedly, a very nice rock.