ShadowClan Grimpeak

[paedyn]

Risingmoon

Risingmoon beckoned her apprentice - Tigerpaw - over to her with a flick of her muzzle. ´´Come sit with me. I want to be able to see you at all times, especially since the only training you have at the moment is hunting and battle.´´

The pale-gray-and-white warrior´s blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully, her whiskers twitching. ´´I want to focus on your battle training for a couple more days, and then I´ll see where you´re at with hunting. If you´re at a good point, I´ll keep you going from there. However, if I don´t like what I see, I´ll start from scratch. Do I make myself clear and understood?´´ Risingmoon fixed a firm look on Tigerpaw. She wanted to show Dawnstar that she was a perfectly capable mentor who could keep her apprentice in line.

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[FadingWhispers]

Tigerpaw walked over and sat next to her mentor. "ok." she mewed. @paedyn

[Minkuu]

Violetsnap
SHC Warrior. She/Her. 27 Moons
Monkey's Paw
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No deaths. No murder. No other tragedy of cats she doesn't exactly give a crap about. Great. Now she can go out on her own again without needing a whole other cat following her around. This was good news for her since she was sick an tired of being near someone everywhere she goes (and if the damn rule was put back into place once again somewhere in the forseeable future she might as well become the murderer herself cause something like this needing restricted means some cats need to go)... New apprentices. That also happened

[seeingstars]

It's ears perked up after a moment, wait, 'worm' His eyes shot wide "oh-" He sheepishly smiled, slinking his way forwards, glancing up at Dawnstar anxiously, hopefully she wouldn't have his pelt for being a brat.

[Rowan]

♧SpiderPaw♧
Male | 12 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Mentor: Bristle’Thorn | Posts: 73/100
sleek, small black tom with sapphire eyes and long scar on his side
Purrks: Flock Together T2 [ACTIVE]
Interaction For: @Spider.


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“That’s nice! There is always the possibility that you become one early!” he prompted, trying to get the kit a bit more excited. It was entertaining though. Hell…maybe he’d be this kits mentor? Out of all the warriors in the clan, he knew that was nearly impossible but still.

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[nyme]

AIN'T NO WAY FOR A BOY TO BE

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MOSQUITOKIT . 6 MOONS . HE/HIM . SHADOWCLAN

Dawnstar seems scarier than usual, this meeting; Mosquitokit is almost nervous about stepping up until he rationalizes that, probably, it's her big belly giving her trouble. Lots of queens who haven't met their kits yet complain about their bellies. And anyway, it sounds like the clan is behaving well otherwise, so unless it's some other grown-cat trouble he can't wrap his head around then maybe—

"Oh!" He hadn't moved at all. It'd been the sight of Shadekit's back— I still can't see your stripes very well...why is it amusing to him, now?—and then, over there, Wormkit's tattered little ear, that pulled him out of his thinkingthinkingthinking and there he gooooes, staggering over his own paws just a tad but making it to the right spot in one piece. He's here. He's here. He's doing this. And it's even better because he has friends here, too! It's good. It's good. It's okay.

It's—great.

[lethean]

GLADEPAW

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Once again, Gladepaw had situated himself at the rear of the gathered cats for the meeting, responding energetically though also reserved in his demeanor. He arranged himself primly, sat on his haunches with his tail sweeping a slow pattern behind him. Dawnstar had called a meeting, the stalwart, weathered cedar trunk becoming once more a place of vivacious atmosphere and attentive, quiet clan members. Nothing of note had happened—at least none that he was aware of. With no tragedies to speak of, and no horrors whispered in the dark of night, Glade felt somewhat relieved for this leg of the meeting.

As Dawnstar reported the purpose for the meeting—revealed to be the ceremonies of a few kits—and announced the relinquishment of the restriction for cats going out in pairs, hopefully curbing any unease about past events, Gladepaw found himself infused with a sense of determination. His training, though somewhat trodden and occasionally surprising (much to his delight), was underway. Silence invaded the clearing as the kits made their way atop, leaving Glade to curiously, quietly, and with a small hint of glee (as was part of his nature) watch those around him.

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