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Originally Posted by snowflake.
Shadepaw
Pure black pelt; dark mackerel markings; amber eyes
She/her || 6 moons || ShadowClan Apprentice
Agatha Kitty - Silver Tongue - Shadow Fiend
Mentor: Shrewstep • Post Count: 6/100 • Profile • Bio
Shadepaw was still watching Silentpaw when he finally noticed her. He shot a glance at her, and- Oh. Oh. Clovepool. Clovepool was coming towards Shadepaw, her demeanor as chilly as ever. Shadepaw glanced back at Silentpaw, who was going towards the apprentices den, then at Clovepool again. She stiffened as Clovepool got closer to her. She didn't respond to Clovepool immediately, her eyes flickering from the ground, to the other cats, back to Silentpaw, who was talking to another apprentice she didn't recognize. Maybe she would go to Silentpaw after all. Even if it means talking to another apprentice, whom she couldn't care about. Anything to get away from that icy stare, that concerned, accusing look. Her fur rippled uncomfortably. She never asked to be her mothers favorite. Though the attention was what she wanted, it came at the price of Silentpaw. She... didn't know how to feel about Clovepool. She had mixed feelings. She had the familiar urge to make her mother proud, to exceed her expectations, become the greatest warrior. But she hadn't earned the right to be her mothers favorite. Which is ridiculous, she knew, but she felt as if she had to fight for her right in the family.
Finally she fixed her mothers gaze with a cold stare, her amber eyes narrowed. "Shrewstep told me he would be giving me a tour of the territory this afternoon," she responded coolly. "It isn't afternoon yet. He told me to get used to the other apprentices in the meantime. He said I could get used to being an apprentice." She unsheathed her claws, gripping the dirt as the usual wave of frustration rippled through her. She didn't want to talk to the other apprentices. She didn't need to get used to it. She wanted to train immediately. She knew her mother would be disappointed. She didn't want her mother to be disappointed. She had vowed that she would make Clovepool proud, no matter what. But she couldn't do that if she hadn't even received any training. But no matter. She would be able to train, she'll just have to be... Patient.
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(Since the tour is in progress, I won't count it as already happened until it is done)
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Clovepool's dark copper eyes narrowed into judgmental slits, yet she held her tongue and kept her blank expression from a distance as her daughter spoke. Clovepool's fluffly brindled chest hair rose and fell with every breath she took, her entire frame enveloped in her dark plumage of luxurious fur. Even though she merely stood, her presence alone proved intimidating. Although she wasn't a big cat physically, it was her stature, the way she carried herself like a looming apex predator.
Once Shadepaw was finished speaking, her bobbed tail flicked impatiently, a subtle warning of her displeasure before she began stepping closer to Shadepaw. Tsk, typical. Excuses excuses, no matter how valid they were, were still excuses. Without warning, Clovepool stalked forward confidently towards her daughter and stopped a mere inch away from where she was sitting.
"You’ve been assigned to a tour of the territory instead of proper training. How... typical." She purred, a tinge of disappointment seeping into her melodic voice.
She stared quietly at her daughter with daunting orbs. And for a few beats, she said nothing. Craning her neck down slightly to be at eye level with Shadepaw, Clovepool said not a word for a solid few seconds and maintained a blank, emotionless stare. There was a palpable tension in the air; Clovepool was unpredictable. There was no telling what she would do and how far she would take it, at any given moment. Then, in the blink of an eye, she gave Shadepaw one long, rough lick on the top of her head before turning her frame around to leave, pausing briefly to turn her head back to her daughter,
"The other apprentices may seem like distractions now, but they are part of your path to becoming a true warrior. If you think you can merely leap into training without understanding your peers and their weaknesses, you are sorely mistaken." She meowed matter-of-factly, her eyes narrowing as she flashed Shadepaw a parting sinister smile before padding off into the distance and setting her sights and warpath on Silentpaw.
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