Oh, wonderful, she did talk. The rosetted shadowclan cat opened her mouth to hiss before remembering it's night and just in case anyone besides the red-ish cat was awake for some reason, hearing a hiss in the middle of the night probably wasn't the most comforting. And maybe they were annoying and dumb and would scream without checking if anything was actually happening. That'd suck. Then again, so did squirrelrise saying words, how dare she. Or, Dizzycloud supposed Squirrelrise knew saying words was dumb.
"sure, yeah." ok now back to drawing to make scenes out of them. She glared up at the shining night-sky snow that stayed in place. Hmm... wait a minute arent stars dead people? she still didn't fully understand that part of starclan. Were they just stars that had to stare at everyone all the time(creepy.)? that'd explain how they knew everything all the time. Or was silverpelt like... a guest book they signed and if they didn't they were sent to hell! wait its called the dark forest. Back to staring at the stars. Now all the short cream cat could see was 7 stars that vaguely looked like a cat. "what do stars look like to you?"
SQUIRRELRISE she/her. 14 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]
squirrelrise's ears flatten to her skull at dizzycloud's terse response, regret immediately coursing through her. the tips of her ears burn with embarrassment, wishing she'd never said anything to begin with. agrhdvh!!! I should've known she didn't want to talk! who would wanna talk at night? it's not the best time for small talk, she internally rambles, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head. maybe she can just quietly slip away without drawing too much attention to herself. leave dizzycloud alone.
huh?
her eyes snap open, yellow gaze landing on the rosetted cat perched on the branch. oh. maybe dizzycloud is..wanting to talk too? she blinks. what do stars look like to me?, she wonders, looking up to the stars in the sky once more. she doesn't entirely get what the warrior is asking – does she mean what shape the stars make or..? anywho, she doesn't want to risk making this awkward, so she answers.
"like..err..k-kinda like..little fireflies. I think...they are..probably the..the cats in s-starclan..most likely, though.." she falters.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
The tom’s ear twitched. ”Maybe, eventually.” He knew the fishbrains must eventually want to get their own back. Darkleaf was right, prey would become scarce as it always did then fights would break out.
His eyes closed as he soaked in the cool breeze through his nose. ”Be good to see you on the battlefield”, it was a slight jeer. But Owlthroat was genuinely curious, how she would perform. Would she fight as ferociously as the rest of them?
"You know I'd be there if anyone lay but a claw on this clan." She snapped, uncommon for her. The small jeer got to her a little, slashing through her calm exterior to a far more tumultuous inner world. One she couldn't allow Owlthroat to see. It was true that fighting was far from one of her strengths, it haunted her in something permanent as her own suffix. Leaf. Soft. She much preferred to stay on the sidelines, or fight in a group. Maybe not even fight at all.
That said, if Dawnstar commanded it, they would fight. They were certain she would never call for senseless war. It still appalled them that the other clans expected that kind of thing of ShadowClan. Sure, there were more problem warriors here than elsewhere, but most cats had a sound head on them. Was Owlthroat one of the latter?
They'd always thought so.
Regaining composure, they took a breath. "But there's no point in it without reason," they blinked, trying to cover their brief slip up with the holier-than-thou kind of statement.
◇BristleThorn◇
Female | 30 Moons | ShadowClan Warrior | Apprentice: Spider’Paw | Posts: 55
large, long-haired she-cat with pale calico markings and brown eyes—silky, flowy tail
Purrks: None
Interaction For: @paedyn
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She didn’t know how to interpret the apprentices enthusiasm and energy. The cats skill in training would determine that. “Alright, well, before we start, I want to set me expectations and the training course I go through, exactly what I’ll teach you and all.” she introduced, sitting down and taking this as a lesson time on its own. “Are you ready to listen? Perk those ears up.”
Blackbirdpaw's ears perked up immediately, her eyes wide with eagerness as she settled down in front of Bristlethorn. "I'm ready! Tell me everything!" she meowed, her voice brimming with excitement. The young apprentice's tail twitched with anticipation, clearly eager to absorb every piece of wisdom her mentor was about to share.
rookfire had recently picked up the habit of patrolling in the early hours of the morning, slipping out of the medicine den before the birds began to sing, and then once they started to quiet down, in the late hours of the day. it wasnt simply more comfortable, he could patrol under the cover of night and without the relentless burning of hot rays atop dark fur, and perhaps one or the other not so welcome feline was up to no good, thinking they were at an advantage and he could catch something interesting in progress for once. whenever it might happen, it was certainly not today, so when rookfire returned to camp, the sun throwing the last of its deep orange shine over the pale blue sky before disappearing behind the tree line, bits of mud crusting on his underside and limbs, he had as much to say as he wouldve before leaving. stars twinkled down at them, almost indistinguishable dotings during late dawn, but he knew it would be long until one could lay and stare up at them, connecting sparkling entities, their ancestors, into a complex blanket of cats that once were and now resorted to shining lives beauty itself. stars, rookfire loved the stars. they made him feel at peace, reminded him of all the possibility and endless reach of the horizon, the beauty every live offered nature. the bits of stardust every single one of them left behind in one way or another.
with a slight shake of his head, silver eyes refocussed on the smaller, closer and also moving bits of light flashing up around camp. nightfall was coming quickly, and the lightningbugs had come back out from wherever they hid during the day, buzzing between perked ears and shuffling cats. he sat, eyes following one specific lightningbug at a time, watching them glow a warm yellow, before fading into the dark blue of night again.
roachflare mustve fallen asleep some time between late afternoon and the sun beginning to creep down the sky, because when he woke up, he wasnt sunbathing anymore, and camp had fallen quiet. he blinked, bi coloured eyes adjusting to the dim light and seeking out his friend. however, the first cat he spotted was rookfire, one he had seen a lot of times the past moon or so but still wasnt sure how they stood, were they friends? acquaintances? simply clanmates? who knows. for now, the tortoiseshell got to grooming his ruffled fur back down in an attempt to get it to lay flat, hindered by the unruly nature of his thick fur.
Mudslide was asleep, until she wasn't. Something glowy had begun to bother her, flicking in and out in a fuzzy light that could be seen through the thin fur on her eyelids. Mudslide didn't hate bugs but she did hate anything that was particularly annoying. At first, the warrior inferred that what she was seeing were stars but they weren't and that became very clear once she opened her eyes... And realized the Roachflare wasn't inside the warriors den. She had no right to get so worked up over the small things, but his scent was stale and it made her fur bristle. "Bug?" She croaked, pushing herself from her mossbed and watching as fireflies lazily ducked out of the way of her paws. She offered the small insects a taut smile, her muzzle pulling back in a way that wasn't familiar to her.
She stepped out into the moonlight and looked around for a bit, but Roachflare wasn't particularly hard to spot, so finding him was obviously easy. But figuring out there was another cat in the clearing took far longer than she would've liked. Once the white dipped ears of Rookfire came into view, the she-cat had to do a double take. When? But then again, it didn't really matter, did it? Some cats were just naturally gifted with the ability to sneak up on others, but it seemed Rookfire was the main candidate for sneaking up on her in particular. Seriously, everywhere she went he was somehow there. It was safe to say that she was at least slightly freaked out by this fact, but she avoided the tom all the same. Just looking at him made her feel weird. Like being kicked in the stomach.
She turned her focus back to Roachflare, watching as he fumbled around to groom his frazzled fur. A small chuckle rumbled airily from her throat before she approached him, giving the glowing bugs a small glance. "Hey." She whispered, slumping into a sit beside him. She looked up at the sky above and tilted her head slightly. Stars. If only these cats could just accept that they were normal points of light, not Silverpelt or whatever they called it. Regardless, it was a beautiful sight. Mudslide had forgotten how much she loved going outside of her den and just stare at the sky, the only thing that couldn't truly look her back in the eye and judge her. But now they could, according to clan life. She wasn't sure where her parents ended up when they died, but their was no point of wishing ill on them now. They were dead after all.
She finally turned her head back to Roachflare and strained a smile, one that was supposed to be easy going and genuine, but she'd forgotten how to work her muscles in that way. "Tired?" Her voice was as hoarse and dry as usual, but there was nothing new to that. Just another odd day for Mudslide, the cat who was supposed to be unseen. Well, she might've been if things actually went her way. But they didn't.
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❝And the cats kill one by one!❞
- Hartebeest by Yalokre
Mudslide was asleep, until she wasn't. Something glowy had begun to bother her, flicking in and out in a fuzzy light that could be seen through the thin fur on her eyelids. Mudslide didn't hate bugs but she did hate anything that was particularly annoying. At first, the warrior inferred that what she was seeing were stars but they weren't and that became very clear once she opened her eyes... And realized the Roachflare wasn't inside the warriors den. She had no right to get so worked up over the small things, but his scent was stale and it made her fur bristle. "Bug?" She croaked, pushing herself from her mossbed and watching as fireflies lazily ducked out of the way of her paws. She offered the small insects a taut smile, her muzzle pulling back in a way that wasn't familiar to her.
She stepped out into the moonlight and looked around for a bit, but Roachflare wasn't particularly hard to spot, so finding him was obviously easy. But figuring out there was another cat in the clearing took far longer than she would've liked. Once the white dipped ears of Rookfire came into view, the she-cat had to do a double take. When? But then again, it didn't really matter, did it? Some cats were just naturally gifted with the ability to sneak up on others, but it seemed Rookfire was the main candidate for sneaking up on her in particular. Seriously, everywhere she went he was somehow there. It was safe to say that she was at least slightly freaked out by this fact, but she avoided the tom all the same. Just looking at him made her feel weird. Like being kicked in the stomach.
She turned her focus back to Roachflare, watching as he fumbled around to groom his frazzled fur. A small chuckle rumbled airily from her throat before she approached him, giving the glowing bugs a small glance. "Hey." She whispered, slumping into a sit beside him. She looked up at the sky above and tilted her head slightly. Stars. If only these cats could just accept that they were normal points of light, not Silverpelt or whatever they called it. Regardless, it was a beautiful sight. Mudslide had forgotten how much she loved going outside of her den and just stare at the sky, the only thing that couldn't truly look her back in the eye and judge her. But now they could, according to clan life. She wasn't sure where her parents ended up when they died, but their was no point of wishing ill on them now. They were dead after all.
She finally turned her head back to Roachflare and strained a smile, one that was supposed to be easy going and genuine, but she'd forgotten how to work her muscles in that way. "Tired?" Her voice was as hoarse and dry as usual, but there was nothing new to that. Just another odd day for Mudslide, the cat who was supposed to be unseen. Well, she might've been if things actually went her way. But they didn't.
mudslides presence was welcome and the tom gave his friend and small smile, briefly interrupting his effort in grooming his back, body twisted around itself to reach where his nap has left the worst of its lingering aftertaste. strands of hair, laying against each other, pushed from his body like he was subconciously aiming to look like he had been struck by lightning, resisting the pull of his barbed tongue and entirely refusing to shift in position at all, leaving him with damp fur and no progress. one would lie and say they wouldnt give up, but roach wasnt embarassed to admit the state of his fur, unless entirely drenched in mud or sticky, wasnt really a big deal to him. especially not when the stars shone ahead and, alongside the moon, offered them pale light upon their furs. he knew muds didnt believe in starclan the way most clancats, even those who had once been outsiders, did, but he couldnt really help the comfort that knowing there was somewhere beyond life they were limited to. a place mudslide and he could be eternal at. it was a nice thought. even if it were rebirth, simply a short period spent in starclan before being thrust back into the living-world, offering them another chance at life, roachflare wanted nothing more than be with her through it all, family be screwed.
rookfire took note of mudslides presence almost immediately, he really had no connection to the feline, or a reason why he would be looking out for what she was doing, but something about her was intriguing. maybe it was simply his curiosity, perhaps it was the still lingering fear of a cannibal in sheeps cats pelt or simply because her fur looked odd and she kept popping out everywhere. most likely tho, it was a combination of all of the above, careful curiosity about one that made him suspicious, little talking, mostly alone et cetera, and the left over wonder what had truly gotten the cats tongue in this incident. and maybe he was just keen on keeping his eyes open because he knew she had done some good herb gathering and he absolutely could not allow anyone to surpass him. no one. there couldnt be anyone else mossfreckle welcomed back to camp with kind eyes and grateful nods, just him.
whatever, what where rooks mind wandered upon mudslides joining and him finishing chewing on why he was actually looking for her in camp sometimes, it was pretty clear. roachflare was the cat he picked most times he went for patrol or training, and mudslide appeared to be roachflares friend. yet they had never ever interacted as three, not like he and roachflare spoke a lot, or mudslide and him appeared to, but it was still food for thought the enforcer decided. shifting a bit to the side as in finding a nicer spot to lay down, the dark tom ended up on his side, closer to the two warriors staring up at the sky than before. in replication of their movement, rookfire saw the best way to make this as non-awkward as possible and perhaps explain away why he had accidentally shifted so far sideways just simply laying down. the stars, oh yes the stars. now that the remaining light had been sucked out of the air, carried along by the final dip the sun took behind the treeline before the morning, the nightsky appeared pitch black. flimsy, pale coloured clouds passed across the moon slowly, revealing and swallowing more and more stars as they went. in moments like this, nothing felt beyond reach, and rook thought, maybe everything could work out for once.
◇BristleThorn◇
Female | 30 Moons | ShadowClan Warrior | Apprentice: Spider’Paw | Posts: 57
large, long-haired she-cat with pale calico markings and brown eyes—silky, flowy tail
Purrks: None
Interaction For: @paedyn
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“Good. Alright…” she got ready for her introduction rant to give to this new, young, and energetic apprentice. “I expect your respect and dedication
. You may have fun, live your best life while you’re young, don’t get yourself in trouble. During trading do not interrupt me, and do not get distracted during training. You may have fun, but no distractions.” she got the rough and tough stuff over with first. Now for their training course.
“We start with the basics of hunting, it’s a good and easy place to start. You’ll learn tracking throughout that and I’ll give you special lessons on that. After that you start learning combat. After that, our specialty, stealth. I personally teach kit classes for combat and night practice which are things that I should be great at to teach you. After those three, I’ll teach you more advanced areas of hunting and combat. I do not know how to flay things. I hope to learn, but for that training I would say go to DawnStar before me.”
mudslides presence was welcome and the tom gave his friend and small smile, briefly interrupting his effort in grooming his back, body twisted around itself to reach where his nap has left the worst of its lingering aftertaste. strands of hair, laying against each other, pushed from his body like he was subconciously aiming to look like he had been struck by lightning, resisting the pull of his barbed tongue and entirely refusing to shift in position at all, leaving him with damp fur and no progress. one would lie and say they wouldnt give up, but roach wasnt embarassed to admit the state of his fur, unless entirely drenched in mud or sticky, wasnt really a big deal to him. especially not when the stars shone ahead and, alongside the moon, offered them pale light upon their furs. he knew muds didnt believe in starclan the way most clancats, even those who had once been outsiders, did, but he couldnt really help the comfort that knowing there was somewhere beyond life they were limited to. a place mudslide and he could be eternal at. it was a nice thought. even if it were rebirth, simply a short period spent in starclan before being thrust back into the living-world, offering them another chance at life, roachflare wanted nothing more than be with her through it all, family be screwed.
rookfire took note of mudslides presence almost immediately, he really had no connection to the feline, or a reason why he would be looking out for what she was doing, but something about her was intriguing. maybe it was simply his curiosity, perhaps it was the still lingering fear of a cannibal in sheeps cats pelt or simply because her fur looked odd and she kept popping out everywhere. most likely tho, it was a combination of all of the above, careful curiosity about one that made him suspicious, little talking, mostly alone et cetera, and the left over wonder what had truly gotten the cats tongue in this incident. and maybe he was just keen on keeping his eyes open because he knew she had done some good herb gathering and he absolutely could not allow anyone to surpass him. no one. there couldnt be anyone else mossfreckle welcomed back to camp with kind eyes and grateful nods, just him.
whatever, what where rooks mind wandered upon mudslides joining and him finishing chewing on why he was actually looking for her in camp sometimes, it was pretty clear. roachflare was the cat he picked most times he went for patrol or training, and mudslide appeared to be roachflares friend. yet they had never ever interacted as three, not like he and roachflare spoke a lot, or mudslide and him appeared to, but it was still food for thought the enforcer decided. shifting a bit to the side as in finding a nicer spot to lay down, the dark tom ended up on his side, closer to the two warriors staring up at the sky than before. in replication of their movement, rookfire saw the best way to make this as non-awkward as possible and perhaps explain away why he had accidentally shifted so far sideways just simply laying down. the stars, oh yes the stars. now that the remaining light had been sucked out of the air, carried along by the final dip the sun took behind the treeline before the morning, the nightsky appeared pitch black. flimsy, pale coloured clouds passed across the moon slowly, revealing and swallowing more and more stars as they went. in moments like this, nothing felt beyond reach, and rook thought, maybe everything could work out for once.
[sorry if this doesnt make sense im super tired]
Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\16 moons\Shadowclan
"I miss the yellow. I miss the yellin' and the shake downs."
Roachflare obviously wasn't tired, maybe just intranced by the sight of the sky and rightfully so. How could anycat sleep on a night like this? Missing the breeze and the open sky. Though Mudslide wasn't the kind of cat to deliberately edge away from the shadows, pretty skies were pretty skies, and as any other cat was, she liked pretty things. She looked over to Roachflare as he struggled with his fur. She blinked slowly before actually tended to him, grooming his fur flat with her sandpaper tongue. She knew he could care less about what his fur looked like, but it was long and flowy. Some dead roadkill was bound to get stuck in there one day, so Mudslide always offered a helping paw. To be completely honest, Mudslide was very unfortunate when it came to genetics, she had a thin pelt that was easy to manage. But Roachflare practically wore an entire bush. He deserved some help.
Once she finished, she gave the warrior a friendly nudge of her shoulder before her eyes shifted back to the points of light above, fireflies dancing noiselessly in the clearing. It wasn't long before her eyes skipped to the silhouette of a black and lounging cat, practically a black hole in the ground with this kind of lighting. And he seemed to have shifted closer to them. Her pale blue gaze flicked over to Roachflare for a moment before she started to awkwardly side step towards the enforcer. This honestly didn't have to be as hard as her anxiety was making it out to be, because as she got closer to the nebulous cat her paws started to tremble.
She didn't know Rookfire, she knew Roachflare, but Roachflare knew Rookfire and eventually maybe he'd want to sit with him, and Mudslide didn't want to be the barrier that kept Roachflare from interacting with others and making friends, so she thought, It might be easier for the both of us if I just go over there first so Roachflare and Rookfire can conversate as they wish and I can fade into the background. One would think that would be easy. Wrong. Mudslide wanted to melt away into nothing just to avoid situations like this. Rookfire made her feel unsteady and sick for some odd reason. Everything was so familiar which was a really dumb feeling so avoiding him had became her main priority. But how could one possibly avoid their friends former apprentice?
Mudslide figured she might as well be pulling out teeth at this point. After a long and uncomfortable while of side stepping, shifting, and the environment being way too quiet, Mudslide found herself settling beside him, still at least a cat away from him. She flopped onto the ground until her fur hit the grass and her head was pointed towards starlight. She kept her paws and her tail close to herself and tried to pretend as though Rookfire wasn't even there. Okay. Okay. Mission accomplished? Now there was a good amount of released tension for Roachflare and Rookfire to start a conversation (but in all honesty, did she really release tension? Mudslide felt like bolting back into the warriors den, but she knew she couldn't sleep properly without knowing Roachflare was safe. Great. Just great.)
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❝And the cats kill one by one!❞
- Hartebeest by Yalokre
Bored and grumpy.
That's how Burnetpaw gelt right about now.
Well, the grumpy part was normal, but the bored part? Not so much.
She wanted to train and stuff, ya know, do something.
Avoid thinkings about stupid cats who die because they do stupid things and those cats just suck in general, but no.
She flopped onto her side, with a loud, aggravated groan.
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