ShadowClan Clearing

[Phoenix]

"I think hunting today! Let's go out to the territory for that." Darkfire said, then lead the way.
@paedyn

[furrensic]

QUILLPAW
he/him. 9 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]

quillpaw's tail gives a flick at his younger brothers insistence. he can't decide if it's irritating or a bit disheartening that bleedingpaw can't simply go up to any warrior. and he's not a good teacher himself as much as that hurts him to admit..so he won't be helpful either. he lets out an annoyed puff of air. props to bleedingpaw, the younger tom is clearly much more patient than quill. the prickly tabby probably would have exploded from impatience.

"not even lostspark..?" quillpaw muses with a cant of his head, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. he hasn't talked to her at all recently - partially because of the lifelong grudge he's chosen to hold against his parents - but considering she's bleeding's mother and also a blind enforcer..well, he assumed she'd try to learn how to train him just a little. of course, he doubts this, now that he mulls over it for a moment longer. neither of his parents are very useful for anything other than training apprentices that aren't their kids. at least he's taking matters into his own paws, quillpaw thinks as bleedingpaw explains his decision to practice by himself, responding with an approving nod.

enforcer commander...ah, so 'Mr. Pats' is hawkbite. where in the world did the pats part come from? anywho, he watches with mild interest as bleedingpaw falls into a stance..of some sorts. he's still very wobbly, he's almost worried the bengal will topple over. but, he understands why hawkbite would say he'd be hard to hit in a battle - with him constantly swaying, the opponent really wouldn't know where to aim. he has to admit, he's a little surprised when bleedingpaw shreds the leaf with a quick swipe.

oh, but now bleedingpaw wants his opinion. he's never been too good at being nice, his prickliness a defense mechanism of sorts. still, he forces out some words, trying to sound pleased instead of carrying his usual snarky tone. "well, i doubt it'll be easy for someone to hit you in a fight. you have potential." he remarks, followed by a brief pause before he speaks once more. "have you showed grandmother yet? i'm sure she'd find it interesting."

[ @Rani totally fine!!/gen ]

[Fae]

Rushingkit slept quietly

[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 43 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
· · ────────────── · ·
[Dawnstar - @Undertaker ] [Sunpaw - @paedyn ]
· · ────────────── · ·
Settling down to Dawnstar's left at the invitation, Mistlewhisker tugged the mallard towards her and began gently raking her claws over the feathers, tugging them out in wide swaths. Some of the feathers glittered in the warm afternoon sun, and Mistlewhisker reached down to nudge one to Dawnstar, glancing at her with a knowing look. Then she returned to her plucking, only looking up again when another presence neared.

Ah, Sunpaw. It looked like she had come along after all. "Another carp," Mistlewhisker commented, internally chuckling at Dawnstar's distaste for the fish laying beside her already which she had only just seen, "how fortuitous. Thank you, Sunpaw." It was good to know that cats were learning how to fish. Often when land prey became scarce, fish were still somewhat available.

She continued plucking the mallard, only pushing it towards Dawnstar when she was content with her work. It wasn't perfect, but it held the mark of someone who was familiar with preparing prey like this. With that done and Dawnstar's permission to join her in eating, Mistlewhisker reached to take the carp Dawnstar hadn't finished. While not a fan of fish overall, the Deputy liked it well enough to finish one. She tucked in, long tail curled up and over her back thigh as she loafed.

[FadingWhispers]

Cherryblossom exist

[Toya Todoroki]

Originally Posted by FadingWhispers

"Yeah but it gets kinda annoying when I'm running and smack my head on a tree branch." she mewed laughing. "Or when I'm hunting people say I stick out lick a sore paw. Your mom sounds really wise. My mom always told me that just cause I'm different isn't a bad thing." @Toya Todoroki

"Difference is Good. i can never go as fast as everyone else." Elderberry meowed

[FadingWhispers]

"Yeah. But sometimes i wish i wasn't so different." she mewed looking down at her big paws. "Im scared to be near kits in case I step on them cause my big paws." @Toya Todoroki

[paedyn]

Sunpaw
The Collector [ Inactive ]
Agatha Kitty [ Active ]
Chill of Death [ Inactive ]

Sunpaw´s ears flattened at Dawnstar´s distaste for the carp, lifting a little at Mistlewhisker´s compassion.

The mottled apprentice stared down at her paws, her tail drooping as she shifted them. ´´I-I´m sorry, Dawnstar. I didn´t know that you don´t have a liking for carp..´´

[ poor sunny she just can´t seem to please dawnstar ]

[ @Mica // @Undertaker ]

[Tallstar]

[B]Flytail
39 Moons
He/Him[/[B]
The clearing was alive with the subtle movements of fellow clanmates going about their duties, each one a blur of dark fur and purposeful strides. Flytail's own fur rippled with a blend of anticipation and vigilance. He was here not just to observe, but to make sure the camp remained secure. The silence was a friend to a ShadowClan warrior, providing a chance to notice the smallest of disturbances.

His ears twitched as he caught the flicker of a shadow shifting near the edge of the clearing. It was a young apprentice, distracted and possibly daydreaming. Flytail’s gaze followed, noting the apprentice’s movements carefully. It was his duty to ensure that no unwelcome eyes fell upon them and that no one strayed too far from the camp's safety.

The sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows that seemed to merge with his own. Flytail’s dark fur blended seamlessly with the growing dusk, a fitting cloak for one who thrived in the shadows. His mind wandered briefly to the tales of warriors past, legends whispered in the camp during the cold nights. Their strength and cunning were an inspiration, and he took solace in knowing that he too carried the weight of ShadowClan’s honor.

As he continued his watch, Flytail’s thoughts turned to the upcoming gathering. He had heard whispers of potential tensions with other clans, and it was clear that ShadowClan would need to be sharp, both in body and in mind. Every glance, every shift of the breeze was a reminder of the responsibilities that came with his role. His loyalty to his clan was unwavering, and he knew that every action, no matter how small, was part of a larger picture.

With a final, steadying breath, Flytail resumed his vigil, the setting sun casting an ever-deepening veil of twilight across the camp. His eyes remained sharp, his posture poised, and his heart steady. For as long as he was in the clearing, he was a guardian of the shadows, ever watchful and ever ready.

OPEN