Redleaf tilted her head, and realized that something was off with what Pineberry was saying.."Okay...well I'm gonna head out." she meowed. "Runningstorm will be back shortly." she said, padding away Redleaf headed to the entrance and disappeared.
"My love!" Runningstorm said running over to his mate. "How are you and my beautiful soon to be kits?" he asked, he stopped and turned and watched Redleaf disappear. "What did Redleaf want?"
@Cinnamiontail
Risingmoon watched Darkfall curiously, her blue eyes narrowing slightly. The thick-furred ShadowClan she-cat got to her paws and padded over to the tom, settling down beside him. ´´Is everything alright, Darkfall?´´ Risingmoon meowed softly, setting wondrous blue eyes on the gray-black tabby.
The Spectre hadn’t been expecting any interruptions. He quite liked the silence that was within the camp at this time in the evening, but of course, someone had to break it by asking him unnecessary questions.
Turning to the offender, he made a note that it was Risingmoon before turning back to survey the camp. ”Everything is indeed fine.” He said, flicking his ear in acknowledgment. ”May I help you with something?” He wasn’t too sure why anyone outside of his family would approach him, but maybe she required his assistance with something. Whatever the case may be, it was odd.
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Shadepaw Pure black pelt; dark mackerel markings; amber eyes
She/her || 6 moons || ShadowClan Apprentice Agatha Kitty - Silver Tongue - Shadow Fiend
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Shadepaw noticed how Firepaw had glanced at Silentpaw. It was a quick motion, almost questioning. Why? She didn't pursue the thought. It probably wasn't important. Silentpaw stayed quiet, not offering up anything. That was a little strange, as he had been talking to Firepaw earlier before Shadepaw had came. But then again, she thought bitterly, Would I talk to Silentpaw after he'd just talked to Clovepool? No, probably not. Her mother was... Intense, to say the least. And she expected so much of her... She felt the familiar urge to please her mother. Soon, she promised herself. Soon.
Shadepaw snapped out of her thoughts, as Firepaw had started talking. "Oh," she said, not sure what to do with this information. Just joined the clan. Huh. She wondered if Firepaw would want to feel important, too, just like how Shadepaw did. She might have competition. Stop it, she thought to herself. She's just an apprentice, like you. But she resolved to keep an eye out for Firepaw, anyways. Shadepaw realized she still hadn't answered Firepaw. She shifted, still not sure what to say. She didn't have very much practice with conversations. "Okay," she finally said.
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Firepaw
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...So it seems Shadepaw isnt much of a talker either, Firepaw thought. This was all very strange, did Silentpaw really feel more confortable speaking to a stranger he just met rather than his own sister? He wasnt really all that chatty with her either, but at least he spoke and awnsered her questions, mostly with single words, but he did. Firepaw let out a little sigh. She had no idea what these two apprentices were going through, the only guess she had was that the large warrior from before was provably involved in it, and right now she wasnt in a situation where she could find out. Maybe these two cats needed space, Firepaw's inner voice continued, maybe they needed to talk it out, and if that was the case, she was provably being an obstacle.
"Yeah, it'l provably hard to get acustomed to all this new stuff, but aye, its going alright...And speaking of that, I've been giving myself a little tour around camp to get to know where everything is and all, and if I want to visit everything before dusk I should provably get going." The red and black furred apprentice stood up from her sitting spot. "A pleasure to meet you two, I hope we get to see eatchother more often! Maybe we could train toguether one day" Firepaw shifted her gaze towards Silentpaw shot him a little smile, giving him a flick of the tail as a goodbye "Hope we get to chat more often, Silentpaw! See you guys around!" And with that Firepaw turned around and headed towards another part of camp, the nursery, maybe, she still wasnt sure. She hoped that leaving the pair to talk it out would help, though a part of her feared that, she just made things worse... She could only hope, maybe another day she could lend a paw with whatever was happening, and chat a bit more with Silentpaw. He was quiet, sure, but it seemed he tolerated listening to her well enough, and that was all Firepaw needed to like a cat.
Mmm, this first meeting hadnt gone so badly after all.
(Dont worry about being late its ok :3)
@Starphobia
...So it seems Shadepaw isnt much of a talker either, Firepaw thought. This was all very strange, did Silentpaw really feel more confortable speaking to a stranger he just met rather than his own sister? He wasnt really all that chatty with her either, but at least he spoke and awnsered her questions, mostly with single words, but he did. Firepaw let out a little sigh. She had no idea what these two apprentices were going through, the only guess she had was that the large warrior from before was provably involved in it, and right now she wasnt in a situation where she could find out. Maybe these two cats needed space, Firepaw's inner voice continued, maybe they needed to talk it out, and if that was the case, she was provably being an obstacle.
"Yeah, it'l provably hard to get acustomed to all this new stuff, but aye, its going alright...And speaking of that, I've been giving myself a little tour around camp to get to know where everything is and all, and if I want to visit everything before dusk I should provably get going." The red and black furred apprentice stood up from her sitting spot. "A pleasure to meet you two, I hope we get to see eatchother more often! Maybe we could train toguether one day" Firepaw shifted her gaze towards Silentpaw shot him a little smile, giving him a flick of the tail as a goodbye "Hope we get to chat more often, Silentpaw! See you guys around!" And with that Firepaw turned around and headed towards another part of camp, the nursery, maybe, she still wasnt sure. She hoped that leaving the pair to talk it out would help, though a part of her feared that, she just made things worse... She could only hope, maybe another day she could lend a paw with whatever was happening, and chat a bit more with Silentpaw. He was quiet, sure, but it seemed he tolerated listening to her well enough, and that was all Firepaw needed to like a cat.
Mmm, this first meeting hadnt gone so badly after all.
(Dont worry about being late its ok :3)
@Starphobia
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Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 7 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
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Oh. She left. Great. Now it's just him and Shadepaw. Silentpaw shifted his paws, standing up from his sitting position to walk away as well, it seemed the whole conversation was over after all. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He paused, looking at Shadepaw for a moment before his gaze dropped to the ground right beneath her paws. What should he say? Should he even say anything? How could he trust himself to say something that wouldn't completely ruin the brief moment they were given an opportunity to have? Sighing, Silentpaw sat down again, staring at Shadepaw. Though, no malice shown in his gaze.
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• • • Icepaw • Silentpaw • Mothflame • Firepaw • Daykit • Windpaw • Spiritkit • Eveningpaw • Mimickit • Starlingkit • Hiddenpaw • Milkbee • Canopykit • Oceankit Do you dare approach?
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
The smile slipped through just as Darkleaf’s outburst did. He’d pushed a button that maybe he couldn’t undo? No that wasn’t right, he didn’t want to undo it he’d push it again. A senseless windup to sour both cats’ moods. Owlthroat let them regain composure a little before slipping his tongue once more at another poorly timed jest.
But then it bubbled up inside him, his ever too quick temper. Why couldn’t he be more like his brother? More calm, more reasoned. It wasn’t Darkleaf’s fault, but she had always been so distant. With better guidance maybe he could have been better. He’d made steps of improvement of course, taken on a mate, been a helping paw. But in his eyes the quality of the cats were poor, the new apprentices snivelling and lacklustre. Exactly why he’d split Willowpaw’s nose open the other day, left her bleeding and cowering in fear. She wasn’t simply fit to be a warrior.
Was Darkleaf fit to be a warrior, he didn’t quite know. But she’d failed him, he couldn’t entirely believe or trust in her to not hide behind the rest in a fight. His blackened lips pursed and trembled before he spoke. ”There’s always a reason. It’s in OUR blood.” The words spat from his lips with poison, he knew he was only half Shadowclan but that infuriated him all the more.
”You sulk around this camp like a lost kit, it’s shameful. No pride in who you are, or even who you train.” The last part got personal, white seething rage. Taking him from zero to a hundred instantly. The more he thought about it the angrier he got, they’d always been tense. The tom didn’t know why he’d bothered with the pleasantries tonight when this had been his real objective. Berate the old mentor, tear them apart shred by shred.
His tail lashed behind him, he hadn’t yet risen from the floor but his spine had spiked upwards with prickling fur. He chewed around his next choice of words in his mind. The clouds seemed to drift over the stars blurring them from view, perhaps Starclan was displeased. Owlthroat didn’t blame them, he was as displeased as they came. ”Maybe I would’ve been a better cat, one that lived up to your standards. If you’d have bothered to give me the time of day.” Claws pricked at the dirt underpaw as he sarcastically drawled. ”I learnt to survive or die, the art of beautiful bloodshed. Not mousing around picking herbs or chasing tails. No surprise you can’t see that, the reason isn’t Shadowclan or protecting the ones we love. It's the simple art of the fight itself, the claws and teeth we inherited.” Owlthroat’s voice rang deep, yellow eyes slitted painfully.
Jaws widening in a yawn, Risingmoon settled on her stomach beside Darkfall. ´´Not really,´´ She murmured softly. ´´I just thought that you might like some company. I can leave you be, if you´d like.´´ It wasn´t like the pale-gray-and-white thick-furred warrior had anything else to do. She had sent Tigerpaw to see to the elders before dusk. If she didn´t, Risingmoon wouldn´t be very happy with her.
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Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 7 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
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Playing?? PLAYING?
Why would he be playing? He's not a kit, he's an apprentice. If anything, he should be training. But he wasn't. That was the problem. Because his mentor had to be a lazy ass and didn't start his training yet.
He shot a strange look at Rosecloud, flicking an ear.
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Rosecloud frowned at the strange look given from Silentpaw. "Where is your mentor anyway?" Her face slightly narrowed but not much.
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Rosecloud frowned at the strange look given from Silentpaw. "Where is your mentor anyway?" Her face slightly narrowed but not much.
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Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 7 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
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Silentpaw knew exactly where his mentor was. He was supposed to give him a tour of the territory, which hadn't happened yet. It took too much words to tell Rosecloud just where he was. Instead, Silentpaw jerked his head at the direction of the Warriors' Den, where Newtbelly presumably stayed in. He could be wrong, but he could care less, honestly.
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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
The smile slipped through just as Darkleaf’s outburst did. He’d pushed a button that maybe he couldn’t undo? No that wasn’t right, he didn’t want to undo it he’d push it again. A senseless windup to sour both cats’ moods. Owlthroat let them regain composure a little before slipping his tongue once more at another poorly timed jest.
But then it bubbled up inside him, his ever too quick temper. Why couldn’t he be more like his brother? More calm, more reasoned. It wasn’t Darkleaf’s fault, but she had always been so distant. With better guidance maybe he could have been better. He’d made steps of improvement of course, taken on a mate, been a helping paw. But in his eyes the quality of the cats were poor, the new apprentices snivelling and lacklustre. Exactly why he’d split Willowpaw’s nose open the other day, left her bleeding and cowering in fear. She wasn’t simply fit to be a warrior.
Was Darkleaf fit to be a warrior, he didn’t quite know. But she’d failed him, he couldn’t entirely believe or trust in her to not hide behind the rest in a fight. His blackened lips pursed and trembled before he spoke. ”There’s always a reason. It’s in OUR blood.” The words spat from his lips with poison, he knew he was only half Shadowclan but that infuriated him all the more.
”You sulk around this camp like a lost kit, it’s shameful. No pride in who you are, or even who you train.” The last part got personal, white seething rage. Taking him from zero to a hundred instantly. The more he thought about it the angrier he got, they’d always been tense. The tom didn’t know why he’d bothered with the pleasantries tonight when this had been his real objective. Berate the old mentor, tear them apart shred by shred.
His tail lashed behind him, he hadn’t yet risen from the floor but his spine had spiked upwards with prickling fur. He chewed around his next choice of words in his mind. The clouds seemed to drift over the stars blurring them from view, perhaps Starclan was displeased. Owlthroat didn’t blame them, he was as displeased as they came. ”Maybe I would’ve been a better cat, one that lived up to your standards. If you’d have bothered to give me the time of day.” Claws pricked at the dirt underpaw as he sarcastically drawled. ”I learnt to survive or die, the art of beautiful bloodshed. Not mousing around picking herbs or chasing tails. No surprise you can’t see that, the reason isn’t Shadowclan or protecting the ones we love. It's the simple art of the fight itself, the claws and teeth we inherited.” Owlthroat’s voice rang deep, yellow eyes slitted painfully.
Cold, uncaring, murder machines, in the name of blood? It wasn't as though Dawnstar led them that way, so why did his distorted soul believe such a thing? "Our blood?" They sneered, Owlthroat's comments unearthing a deeply coated anger within them. "You know full well we're the same blood as the other three clans." Preaching of harmony and coexistence proved a reliable cover for an avoidance of conflict, a blanket against any sceptical comments: to insult her disposition was to insult the way of the clans - a lie even she believed, buried deep into her subconscious. "Focus on war and war alone, and you'll find yourself beaten and starving," they hissed. It was true - if ShadowClan angered the other three the same way River had, they'd be ganged up on, pushed out of their territory, and certainly not given a helping paw. But, had that even been what Owlthroat meant? They believed so. It'd taken but one stern comment, one angered tone, and the tom had snapped out at her. Was that it? Dare she finally raise her voice to him for the first time? A lost kit, it burned hard through her, unsettling every joint. No. She was quite the opposite. She knew that. They had purpose, and they knew it, in fact, everything they did was with purpose. What that purpose was, they wouldn't pause to ponder, but they knew the tom's words were incorrect, they had to be, what did a cat like him even know about purpose? About pride? Owlthroat's anger was eating him up, and she could see it, he was simply piecing together thoughtless insults. They pressed against it, but they couldn't ignore the nerve it was touching - it's that their own apprentice turned out this way. That was the problem, it's that he would say these things to her, not even accurate observations, mere sour tongued comments, with not a thought behind them
Not only that, but apparently it was her fault now? Their fur bristled, taking in the accusations, all this time spent away from each other, all this time to think, and after all these moons, she was convinced it wasn't her fault. Had they been the perfect mentor? Absolutely not. But Owlthroat chose his own path, and it certainly wasn't the one they'd guided him towards. "You're your own cat Owlthroat!" She hissed, "StarClan forbid I don't have pride, look at you!" Striped tail batted the ground in anger - she'd tried. She knew she'd tried with all her might. But if Owlthroat never opened up, how was she to blame? "You're a stone wall. If any cat gave you the time of day, you wouldn't even see it." They'd never heard themself speak like this before, but maybe it was time. Owlthroat had clearly given up on changing, and he rubbed it in her face like a fresh cats. Maybe it was time she gave up on him.
[thank u unreliable narrator Darkleaf,,, Owlthroat has her down LMAOO]
His eyes sparkled at the warrior's greeting. He was greeted! Palepaw lit up instantly as he inched a little closer to hear the molly's word. Her voice was soft, which was a little unexpectedly but Palepaw skipped past that almost instantly. Her name was Briarsplash!
"That's such a cool name!" Palepaw chimed in energetically. It definitely was! It made him wonder what his name will be when he'd become a warrior. 'I hope Dawnstar gives me an awesome name too!' "Oh an Enforcer! I know another Enforcer! His name was...was...what's him name again? Um....oh yeah! It was Rookfire!"
The diluted calico kitten clearly hadn't fully grasped what an Enforcer really meant, but it was a cool title. And to him, cats with cool titles are...cool! They probably had important things to do, but Rookfire said it was almost exactly the same as warriors but also different.
"What I want? Uh...to go out! I was wondering if you could take me outside hunting and perhaps, teach me how to? Pretty please?" Palepaw looked to the warrior with sparkles in his eyes, hoping this warrior would spare some time of her day to let him roam.
[ haha pale loves to pester grumpy cats >: ) ]
~ BRIARSPLASH ~
very large & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes; just a scratch
[ shadowclan enforcer | she-cat | 27 moons | abrasive, standoffish, loyal ]
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Briarsplash could practically see stars in Palepaw's eyes as he exuberantly responded to her every move and word. He was... an excited one, wasn't he? She let out a small huff of appreciation as he said her name was cool; that sentiment she could certainly share. She hadn't even had a name before coming to ShadowClan, being mostly on her own as an abandoned loner and only ever surviving by the skin of her teeth. Yet this name, she found, suited her quite well; as prickly and pretty as a briar bush, and 'splash' denoted for her variable pelt colors that sort of resembled Palepaw's.
The fluffy she-cat nodded at the mention of Rookfire, one cat that she was still somewhat suspicious about — what good could come out of RiverClan's depths, after all? — although he had proven himself quite useful and capable already. Letting out a yawn, Briarsplash's ears perked lazily to the sound of Palepaw's request.
Immediately she snorted a bit, raising her brow almost comically at the apprentice. He wanted her to take him out hunting? Certainly there were more... approachable cats among the Clan that had seemed more inviting. But no, that star-eyed, fresh-out-of-the-nursery apprentice was looking and asking her.
The Enforcer sighed a bit, considering her options (and not admitting that she had a hidden soft spot for youths, she'd try to die with that secret). This patch of sun was really nice... but then again, did she want Dawnstar or Mistlewhisker to see her lazing about? With a grunt, Briarsplash peered at Palepaw with her goldish-green eyes, as if sizing him up.
"...You don't know how?" She echoed, making sure she heard him right in her gruff, raspy mew. "You haven't had any hunting training yet, or anything?"
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Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 