Blossomfur walked around the clearing, while observing cats.
She felt a pang of boredom while she waited for someone to have a conversation with. She then sat down and started licking a paw.
The other members are probably busy, she sympathised. I should help them, somehow. But she felt like talking to someone, at least having a small conversation.
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.
Her ear twitched. Someone was approaching. Instinctively, she turned her head - Owlthroat? They were never too sure how to act around him. To be honest, they were unsure what could motivate him to come and talk to them. "Owlthroat," she sighed unintentionally, releasing the stress that came with being cooped up in camp. Maybe an unintentional glimpse into her inner world. She didn't really care, Owlthroay knew her well enough. "Nice to see you tonight." It was weird. She rarely knew what to say to the tom. He was most often cold, and, despite her best efforts, she felt she'd never done enough to mitigate that. After all, who was beside him during those formative years? "Oh, you know, same old." They gazed up at the sky, contemplating. Darkness was falling quickly, stars were beginning to peek out between the tall tree tops. Was it like Owlthroat to be this talkative? They weren't even sure any more. Whatever the answer, it was nice to talk to him. "How've you been? Up to anything interesting?" They queried, tilting their head. They weren't sure what kind of answer to expect. After all, he always seemed so... Closed off. No matter what. Sure, he was open enough with her, but outside of that? He seemed to be all work. - and that's a lot, coming from her. StarClan knows she tried her hardest during his apprenticeship, but ever since... Ever since that, he'd been different. They couldn't blame him. They could yap on as much as they wanted about recovery, but in all these moons, they had yet to take on another apprentice. Fear of failure, they supposed. They were ready to push that fear, but how long had it taken?
C'mon little butterfly, stay still for just a second... Newtbelly rested in a hunter's crouch, watching the little thing flitter about. With no one ready to spar, and camp lockdown rules being strict, he'd taken to doing stuff like this. He couldn't sit around all day, it wasn't like him. So instead, he'd chase bugs around, kind of like a kit to be honest. But, he took it far more seriously than that. Newtbelly treated this like some essential training. As if a butterfly getting away would be the end of the world. To any other cat, it'd be hard not to laugh. What was oh-so-serious Newtbelly doing chasing butterflies. Ah! The little white creature fluttered down to a rock in front of him - now was his time to strike! Newtbelly pounced, paw outstretched, eyes fixed on his prey - his prey that easily flew away. Darn. These things were a lot faster than prey animals, and a lot smaller, harder to get hold of. Forelegs flopped across the rock as he glanced around the clearing. Maybe to check if anyone saw that, but mostly to scour for another butterfly. Maybe his luck was good today, since another one began flying right in front of him. Crouching again, he fixed his eyes on his new target, This time he'd get it.
DOVEKIT
{ he/they | 2 moons } THE COLLECTER - ACTIVE
EVERY STEP I TAKE IS A MISTAKE....WHY CANT I JUST BE PERFECT?
ׂ╰┈➤Dovekit stumbled through the grass, eyes on an moth he found, he caught it, it tried to fly away but it fell, detaching one of the beautiful green wings, little shiny dust rubbed off the wing and onto his tiny white paw. He felt the dust, it was smooth and felt silky, he liked it. He kept the wing with him and headed to a little makeshift den he had attempted to make, he kept all his meaningful stuff here, well not his teddy, it stayed in the nursery, he made sure the queens knew it was his and no one elses, because it was his mom's when she was an outsider. She was a kittypet to. She had it when she died and they gave it to him when he could finally see and walk. He set the wing down in his little makeshift den with the shells and other stuff he had found, he has a spot for everything, he even has some herbs, the medicine cat knows where his little spot is and are welcome to take herbs from it, so he's not always full stocked on them, it's usually every other day when they take some. He was just happy he could help his clan. "everything seems to be here! Like it should be!" he said with a grin as he stumbled back into the clearing. He sat down on an mossy rock and looked around at all the warriors and others out in the clearing.
SQUIRRELRISE she/her. 14 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]
ever since shadowclan's move and the battle, squirrelrise hasn't been sleeping much. not that her sleep was good at the old camp or anything. nightmares seem to plague her, swarming her like moth to a flame, and her brain just loves to work against her. it's a little harder now to simply go back to sleep since goopywhisker is..somewhere. usually, she'd talk to the tom – something she can't do now, which makes her frown and suddenly feel heavy-hearted. she refuses to wake up mistlewhisker for some mere comfort from a nightmare, her mother's busy with deputy duties and no doubt needs all the rest she can get.
so, to ease her mind, she's started settling for sitting in the clearing and simply observing everything. taking in small details of the camp, how the trunks of the four cedars look, the distant singing of crickets. lightning bugs flickering in the trees and, sometimes, in camp. tonight, the sky is almost impossible to ignore – inky dark veil dotted with white stars that peek through the openings of the trees above. she wonders if the stars are cats from starclan peering down at all the clans. her relationship with them is a little complicated at the moment, though, so she brushes it off.
russet ears swivel towards the sound of pawsteps, and squirrelrise's gaze swiftly snaps away from the starry night sky. yellow eyes gaze up at one of the four cedars, spotting a pelt that's familiar enough that she recognizes they're one of her clanmates. dizzycloud, a molly who she's never talked to - or at least, she doesn't remember if she has before. she's stargazing, too.., the warrior thinks, glancing back at the twinkling stars briefly before looking back at the cream rosette. should she say something or just keep quiet..? I feel like both options are so awkward, she thinks, feeling her pelt warm up in growing embarrassment. what she's embarrassed of, she not sure yet..darn. her heart still races when she tries to make conversation, but she likes to think shes getting better.
after a few minutes of heavy, awkward (at least on her side) silence, squirrelrise speaks up. "...they're pretty..right? the..s-stars, I mean.." she meows, breaking the silence as she looks back to the night sky.
Re: ShadowClan Clearing
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