ShadowClan Clearing

[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons
Killer Aptitude T2 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T1
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat shook out his fur as he padded from the warrior’s den and spotted a familiar shape. Perhaps his old mentor had the same idea he did, escape the stuffiness and come for a breath of fresh air. These days, unless cold, he much preferred the open air. He found his paws automatically guiding themselves towards her.

”Darkleaf”, voice rolling off his tongue like honey. The tom hastily lowered his haunches down, the breeze felt warm and sweet on his tongue. Not quite sure of what to say to her, their relationship had been tumultuous. They had of course had to deal with his troublesome apprentice attitude, but he always found a sense of comfort within the older cat. Perhaps her guidance to this day had its claws sunk in deep.

”How’ve you been?” He cut to the chase, it was easy to be open with Darkleaf. Attributed to the seasons of hardship they’d survived side by side. But these days Owlthroat didn’t know his true nature anymore, some days too soft, some days too cold. It was an uncomfortably confusing mix and one which left those around him walking on ice. One moment cruel and cutting the next, belly exposed as a kit would. Perhaps taking on Tuftedtusk as a mate change him, but then again he could simply be getting old. Owlthroat wasn’t sure which version of him he preferred.

[​​ @sleepyyjax ]

[Rani]

Bleedingpaw
Shadowclan Apprentice | He/Him | 7 Moons

Just a Scratch | Shadow Fiend

Apologies were.... Disturbing? But even Bleedingpaws first mother, Rosa could be soothed with apologies sometimes and she'd hated him. Quillpaw was confusing but Bleedingpaw would make that note: no more apologies to Quillpaw even if it felt like a recipe for disaster.


His older brother seemed to forgive him anyways so best not to linger on a topic that made him unhappy. Moving on.


The golden bengal kinda wilted at the suggestion, internally whining that he'd already thought of that but deeming it too disrespectful to say aloud. The apprentice swayed a bit, head bobbling oddly in his usual if bizarre and disturbing wobbly way, sadly admitting "I cant find someone else. Miss Brairsplash and Mr Pats have a hard time training me and theyre enforcers, I dont think any usual warrior would be helpful. Im able to learn the skills despite my disability!" Bleedingpaw was insistent on that point, determined to be useful and not a burden "But its.... harder and I gotta use 'altered methods' and practice tons. So today when theres no enforcer I know who can teach me something new 'it's best I practice what Ive been taught on my own rather then going to someone ill suited to teaching me who will ruin my progress'." A lot of the pretty bengals words were obvious parroting of one of the two enforcers who'd taken a personal interest in his progress but the point was clear nonetheless.



A bad teacher would do more damage to such a strange student then no teacher at all.


"Im still learning though! Its really cool, Mr Pats says its not normal but even he as enforcer commander finds me hard to hit in a spar because I dont fight like normal cats!"
Eager to show off the (currently) one thing that might make the sweet naive soft and disabled apprentice impressive Bleedingpaw feel into his battle stance, which frankly looked very little like one. It was wider, so he wasnt constantly falling over with every involuntary sway, and usually it'd make him easy to hit however.... He was not still in this stance. While usually warriors held their battle stance and only moved in reaction to dodge or attack Bleedingpaw was constantly in motion even when in 'wait'. Every twitch, every wobble, every move to counter balance himself took him in a completely unpredictable direction and movement making it very hard to predict where to lash out to even hit him.


It wasnt a perfect method and he perhaps would never be among the best of fighters but, as Bleedingpaw flashed out with a paw in a swipe against some random leaf, shredding it, it was better then could be predicted from him.
"What do you think Quillpaw? Kinda cool right!!!"


@furrensic (oops sorry my mistake on the pronouns!)

[isla]

Pondpaw, Sunpaw, Skyshade, Risingmoon, and Cedarbranch all existed. [ activity ]

[ChromeSilver_Hwaa]

Originally Posted by Kaida

Stormykit rolled her eyes. "I was kidding."

Meadowwhisper snorted. "I know it's called sarcasm." Meadowwhisper meowed dryly, flicking her heterochromia gaze over the kit

[kittycatburmise]

 

Originally Posted by Idiotic.Bean101

Bloomingblaze-She/Her
20 Moons(as of rp)


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"I h'ven't spoken t' any of the enforcers, not really." Bloomingblaze replied "Y're right, though. Some of her kits'll probably be competant 'nough to become some."

She then listened to her talk about one of the enforcers being dead.
"H'ven't seen him 'round." She commented "So I think so."


@kittycatburmise

Doeflame

Okay, Bloomingblaze hadn't seen Silverlark around either. Which meant he was probably dead. "A shame. I liked him. Why do the good ones always have to die? Then we're left with Enforcers like Hawkbite and Lostspark that are all business. I doubt they know what fun means."

Doeflame shook her theatrically, and as she did so the sound of buzzing filled her ears. A bee was flying past her face, way too close for comfort. Doeflame leaned back as far as she possibly could, eying it warily. Part of her wanted to swat it away, but that probably wouldn't end well for her. Bees could sting, right? Whether they could or not, Doeflame didn't want to risk it. She didn't feel like a trip to the medicine cat's den today.

After a moment that seemed to last forever, the bee flew away, and Doeflame released the breath she was holding. "I swear, if that thing had stung me-" she said to Bloomingblaze, keeping an eye on its retreating form. She didn't trust it not to return and sting her just when she thought she was safe.