ShadowClan Warriors' Den

[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons
Beefed Up T2 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat was impressed by the little pipsqueaks attempt to bat at him. Before proclaiming that one day he’d tell just as good of a story. It was almost commendable coming from such a youngster. Owlthroat had initially thought and hoped it would send him back into his shell of shyness.

As Palekit settled into the dappled sunlight next to him a soft reserved smile crossed blackened lips. He tentatively let his bushy tail curl around the kit and tuck him further beside him. An uncommon gesture for a bully like himself. But he saw the potential, this youngster would go far one day.

”If you ever want some serious training when you get bigger let me know, I’ll teach you the tactics to win and get that good story.” His voice lulling gently, not that he was ever a good role model. He’d poisoned many an apprentice and young cat over the years, but he’d taught them all to be tough. Building up their confidence, their swagger. Giving them chips on their shoulders unfortunately like his own.

But they were never not bold.

[​​ @goodacacia ]
[ Owl will now obsess with bullying and making Pale indestructible in his own messed up way of caring heheh ]

[Estelle]

It was odd, how everyone always came looking for her around the warrior’s den. Maybe it was because she was of warrior status, and yet the young feline had never consciously set foot in the den save for the single time she came to appraise it, and decided the warriors den was as uncomfortable as the apprentice’s den. Ever since that day, Sleepysunrise had been resting in corners of camp, silently watching over in her ever-seated position until a gentle upright-seated sleep overtook her and she awoke minutes to hours later, few ever noticing her brief, subtle moment of rest.

It had become a habit, sitting among the darkest corners of camp the same way she used to lay in her nest within the nursery, waiting for mama. Only now, she was watching over the clan, silently ensuring none was amiss and all could be and remain safe. Until, that is, someone came seeking her around the den of warriors, and she had to leave her perch in order to approach them with silent steps, possibly spooking them on arrival when she spoke. This time, it was Nightpaw. Her apprentice, her charge, only recently appointed. She would forgive this transgression of seeking her among the warriors within the den if it was training Nightpaw sought. Though, he could work on his perception.

“What do you need?”


[ @Concorde ]

[Concorde]

Nightpaw

6 Moons | He/Him | No purrks

ShadowClan Apprentice

[4/100]

Hmm, she must not be here. After waiting around a little while, Nightpaw felt his excitement fade as he started to feel a little bit disappointed. Maybe he'd came here a little too early. So as he turned around to leave, his head lowered slightly, he almost stepped on…a paw? He took a few steps back and looked up to see a cat with black fur and a few white tufts too. When she asked what he needed, Nightpaw realised this was Sleepysunrise. She was here! He felt his excitement return at the prospect of getting to start his training.

"I was wondering if we could start training?" Nightpaw asked, "I know it's a bit early, but I figured it’s better than being late." That was part of the reason, but the main reason he was up so early was because he wanted to be tired by the time it started getting dark outside so he could sleep right through that. But he wasn’t going to tell that to anyone, that was far too embarrassing. A ShadowClan cat with a fear of the dark? No, he'd keep that to himself and just try and avoid any awkward situations.

@Estelle