She's been so busy with her kits and other things that she's been putting this off for far too long. Even when she was busy she rarely forgot when dealing with problem cats. She hadn't heard anything about them since the bird incident, but she still needed to issue punishments for the trouble and disobedience.
"Stonelight, Flytail, Moonkit." The leader called as she sat outside her den before the lichen-covered entrance. "I want you in front of me now. You do not want me to fetch you."
STONELIGHT AND MOONKIT ARE MISSING I AM SORRY FOR THE REPLY POST
Wormkit • He / It • Demoted Shadowclan kit • 8+ moons
Wormkit’s eyes shot open as he realized what day it was. The smoky grey tom with white flecks quickly rose to his paws, shaking debris from his pelt before quickly grooming down any places his fur was sticking up. He exited the nursery and took a deep breath trying to gather his thoughts. Today was the day his punishment was finally up, he could finally be re-promoted. Would he be assigned to Squirrelrise again? He hoped so, she seemed cool and didn’t seem too strict or harsh.
His pace slowed the closer he got to the entrance of Dawnstar’s den. He swallowed nervously as he slowed to a stop just outside the den’s entrance. The Shadowclan cat cleared his throat quietly before speaking ”Dawnstar, may I speak with you?” Worm called out, his tail tip twitched anxiously behind him as he waited for her response.
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 44 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 ] [Squirrelrise - @idia ] [Gutspaw - @wolfie ]
· · ────────────── · · [This takes place before Gutspaw's demotion to Gutskit]
The Deputy was barely lucid as she stepped into the Leader's den, Squirrelrise and Gutspaw behind her. The scent of blood clung to her nostrils, overwhelming the milky scent of the kits that huddled in the large pelt and moss nest. "Dawnstar. Gutspaw and Squirrelrise found blood and fur belonging to Goopywhisker along with the scent of a dog out in the territory. The blood was dried, and the scent of dog was stale. But there is reason to believe Goopywhisker is--" for the first time in a long, long time, Mistlewhisker had to swallow back a stutter. "Is dead. They can give more details." As much as Mistlewhisker didn't wish to put them on the spot, they had found the remains and therefore would be better at reporting it.
[I know the rp isn't done but it needs to be reported sooner rather than later so I don't forget LOLLL]
Biting back a snappish retort, she appeared as respectful as possible. “Yes… I understand it’s overdue.” and that she hadn’t finished the task. There was nothing more to do but prove she’s loyal.
Dawnstar had half a mind to prolong her punishment, but it was Silverpaw's fault for taking so long to talk to her. "I'll lift your punishment and return your name and warrior rank, Silvershadow. I hope a lesson has been learned, cause we will have problems if you cause me trouble in the future." She warned but dismissed the cat done with her.
[Done, I've updated the allegiances]
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Originally Posted by seeingstars
Wormkit • He / It • Demoted Shadowclan kit • 8+ moons
Wormkit’s eyes shot open as he realized what day it was. The smoky grey tom with white flecks quickly rose to his paws, shaking debris from his pelt before quickly grooming down any places his fur was sticking up. He exited the nursery and took a deep breath trying to gather his thoughts. Today was the day his punishment was finally up, he could finally be re-promoted. Would he be assigned to Squirrelrise again? He hoped so, she seemed cool and didn’t seem too strict or harsh.
His pace slowed the closer he got to the entrance of Dawnstar’s den. He swallowed nervously as he slowed to a stop just outside the den’s entrance. The Shadowclan cat cleared his throat quietly before speaking ”Dawnstar, may I speak with you?” Worm called out, his tail tip twitched anxiously behind him as he waited for her response.
Dawnstar lifted her head as soon as she heard the approaching paw steps, louder than the usual trained silence she heard when it came to warriors. She yawned and listened to voice call out to her. Wormkit. Was it that time already? Dawnstar would admit that she rarely kept track of how long demotions go on for the punished cats.
Since it wasn't her demotion, she didn't see why she had to remember when to promote them again. "Enter." She ordered lazily. The giant she-cat would lift her head once the tom entered. "You're here for your name back." She fixed him with a scrutinizing glare.
"I lift your punishment and return your apprentice name to you, Wormpaw. Squirrelrise is expected to continue your training. You're very lucky that you only got demoted, I will not be as merciful if something like this occurs again, be very careful who you befriend outside the clans from here on out. And do not leave camp without a warrior." She'd always be a little suspicious of Wormpaw from now on and where his loyalties lie. He'd have to work hard to earn the trust that he broke. She dismissed the tom with a flick of her tail.
[Done, I've updated the allegiances]
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Quiet and scentless, the Commander approached the Leaders' Den following the conclusion of the Enforcer spar. He'd calmed himself down a little, although the spar left a bitter taste in his mouth. To most cats, this was fun and good morale boost -- as odd as that was. To him, it was stressful and showed the character of two of his clanmates.
"Dawnstar," Hawkbite would call through the entrance before entering. Taking up his normal spot, he's sit and wrap his tail around his paws. "I know you didn't stay for the spar, so I'm here to report on that.
Shrewstep lost and has been demoted. Foggymask is awaiting your confirmation or denial. Although, I'd like to offer some input if you'll hear it," Hawkbite would continue. His claws dug into the ground slightly, recalling the look of malice and joy that played on the warrior's face the entire spar. "I understand the enjoyment of a fight, but Foggymask seemed to have used to this fight for personal intentions. There was no ambition behind his tactics, only malice. He was out to humiliate Shrewstep for selfish intentions. While I cannot prove that... I've seen enough fights to know when it's targeted or personal. I fear that's what happened here."
Hawkbite let out a small sigh, his ears flicking as he waited for some type of reaction from the leader. He'd said enough. There wasn't more to explain or comment on. He didn't know the warrior outside of seeing him spar now. "I can summon Foggymask here or relay your decision."
ⵌ ➜ #GUTSPAW ˗ˏˋ ✮ it . teeth . bite . // seventeen moons ˎˊ˗
small spiky-furred black tabby with striking icy blue eyes. has a huge fluffy tail & a few scars in the shapes of bite-marks - notch in left ear.
❝HIGH ACHIEVER, DON'T YOU SEE? BABY, NOTHING COMES FOR FREE !!❞
『 彡 ➜ @Mica @Undertaker @idia 』 || iii dont thiiink mind reader would be tipped off since guts keeps the beginning vagueee enough that it isn't a technical lie but do lmk please
Gutspaw didn't understand why Mistlewhisker needed them both here. It didn't want to talk to Dawnstar, or anyone else for that matter. Teeth's eyes were still red and puffy from crying, and its limbs were tired with an exhaustion it had never known. It kept thinking how Goopywhisker had been alone out there. How he suffered alone.
It walked into the den, eyes to the ground as teeth listened to the deputy speak. There's a beat, a pause and Gutspaw understands. It didn't want to believe it. Silence trails after the molly finishes speaking, leaving it to them to explain. What was there really? Finally, the apprentice speaks up - saving Squirrelrise from having to do all the .. of this, it supposed. It had already dragged her in enough by having her .. act as a cover-up for its ... disobedience.
"We - we had just been, out, always need stuff for the fresh-kill pile, y'know? But uhm, picked up the stale scent of dog 'n investigated it. 'S not much to say, Mistlewhisker summarized it. Uh, there - there weren't any pawprints from Goops from what I saw, scent trial of the dogs go into the direction of the Outskirts but fades too much near the end of it to really know. The blood 'n - dog, cover up any scent of Goopywhisker, though so,, I.. suppose we.. don't - know for, for sure, " Gutspaw swallowed the saliva in its throat, wishing all for this day to be over with.
".. But Cherrywood is too - dark, Palepaw 'n Bristlethorn are.. too light. He's - he's the only.. cat I could,, think of that has similar enough,, of fur,," It voice cracks at the last statement, tail hanging limply. Bite wanted.. out of this den. Needed some time to - it didn't know. Breathe, maybe.
SQUIRRELRISE she/her. 15 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]
squirrelrise inches into the leader's den, ears pinned to her skull as she sniffles. she thought she knew the feeling of dread well enough to call it a friend – but entering dawnstar's den, she feels as though she's in the mouth of the beast, waiting for it to bite down. she's not sure exactly what she's scared of. perhaps the possibility of dawnstar questioning their story? in which, then, she'd be more scared for gutspaw than anyone or anything. her eyes lock onto the ground as the deputy explains the situation.
for a second, she's sure she hears her mother choke back a stammer. but her mind is focused on the deafening silence that follows after mistlewhisker finishes. she's tempted to speak up, jaws parting, but then gutspaw beats her to it so she promptly closed her mouth as bite further explains. everything seems to further solidate the idea that goopywhisker is dead. nor missing, just dead. she feels sick. tired.
she wants to tell dawnstar what she told her mother. or rather, plead, that they send out a search party to find goopywhisker, or - something. she's not quite sure. just some sort of evidence that will provide an inkling of hope. but, the molly stays silent, a lump in her throat. she highly doubts dawnstar would do such a thing for one cat, considering how many cats disappear each moon.
This couldn't be true. Miss Lostspark couldn't be dead. As Cloverpaw shakily left the medicine den and headed to the leader's den, her mind swirled with thoughts. Prehaps she was just missing? M-Maybe she was just... anything but dead. She couldn't. The brown tabby carefuly poked her head into Dawnstar's den, unlike her normal loud and energetic greeting, she was quiet and discreet this time. The smell of milk and kits hit her almost instantly, too. "M-miss Dawnstar?" she stuttered quietly. "I-I won't be l-long. I uh... Need to ask you something," she stuttered, remaining at the den entry.
If the leader allowed her to speak, cloverpaw glanced her green eyes up at the tabby. "R-Rookfire. they said m-miss lostspark-" stars above, it was hard to speak. No... she just hope miss dawnstar combatted what the medic told him. "Is miss lostspark dead? S-she can't be... She's the best. S-she can't be dead. Please tell me she's not!" she whimpered, trembling. "...right?"
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Dawnstar eyed Flytail and the prey he brought with a cold glint in her molten gold eyes. "Drop your catch on the fresh-kill pile, and let this be a lesson. I don't care for the reason you ever go against my orders again it will be the last thing you ever do again." The leader dismissed him with a jerk of her head.
Quiet and scentless, the Commander approached the Leaders' Den following the conclusion of the Enforcer spar. He'd calmed himself down a little, although the spar left a bitter taste in his mouth. To most cats, this was fun and good morale boost -- as odd as that was. To him, it was stressful and showed the character of two of his clanmates.
"Dawnstar," Hawkbite would call through the entrance before entering. Taking up his normal spot, he's sit and wrap his tail around his paws. "I know you didn't stay for the spar, so I'm here to report on that.
Shrewstep lost and has been demoted. Foggymask is awaiting your confirmation or denial. Although, I'd like to offer some input if you'll hear it," Hawkbite would continue. His claws dug into the ground slightly, recalling the look of malice and joy that played on the warrior's face the entire spar. "I understand the enjoyment of a fight, but Foggymask seemed to have used to this fight for personal intentions. There was no ambition behind his tactics, only malice. He was out to humiliate Shrewstep for selfish intentions. While I cannot prove that... I've seen enough fights to know when it's targeted or personal. I fear that's what happened here."
Hawkbite let out a small sigh, his ears flicking as he waited for some type of reaction from the leader. He'd said enough. There wasn't more to explain or comment on. He didn't know the warrior outside of seeing him spar now. "I can summon Foggymask here or relay your decision."
Dawnstar pinned her tattered ears back against her head while listening to Hawkbite's report. Of course, it was nothing good. She was irked with Shrewstep and Foggymask, but mostly because she was down another Enforcer not that Shrewstep was much of one.
"I'll trust your judgment. Foggymask wasn't much of a replacement for Shrewstep anyway. If you don't think he fits the rank then I see no reason to argue it." Since Hawkbite ran the Enforcers, she didn't see much of a reason to shove cats he deemed unworthy into his team. "I need new Enforcers, though. We've lost quite a few of them over the moons and the team seems to be getting smaller and smaller." She hissed unhappily.
"I want you to keep an eye on Owlthroat and Newtbelly. I think the two show some promise."
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Originally Posted by wolfie
ⵌ ➜ #GUTSPAW ˗ˏˋ ✮ it . teeth . bite . // seventeen moons ˎˊ˗
small spiky-furred black tabby with striking icy blue eyes. has a huge fluffy tail & a few scars in the shapes of bite-marks - notch in left ear.
❝HIGH ACHIEVER, DON'T YOU SEE? BABY, NOTHING COMES FOR FREE !!❞
『 彡 ➜ @Mica @Undertaker @idia 』 || iii dont thiiink mind reader would be tipped off since guts keeps the beginning vagueee enough that it isn't a technical lie but do lmk please
Gutspaw didn't understand why Mistlewhisker needed them both here. It didn't want to talk to Dawnstar, or anyone else for that matter. Teeth's eyes were still red and puffy from crying, and its limbs were tired with an exhaustion it had never known. It kept thinking how Goopywhisker had been alone out there. How he suffered alone.
It walked into the den, eyes to the ground as teeth listened to the deputy speak. There's a beat, a pause and Gutspaw understands. It didn't want to believe it. Silence trails after the molly finishes speaking, leaving it to them to explain. What was there really? Finally, the apprentice speaks up - saving Squirrelrise from having to do all the .. of this, it supposed. It had already dragged her in enough by having her .. act as a cover-up for its ... disobedience.
"We - we had just been, out, always need stuff for the fresh-kill pile, y'know? But uhm, picked up the stale scent of dog 'n investigated it. 'S not much to say, Mistlewhisker summarized it. Uh, there - there weren't any pawprints from Goops from what I saw, scent trial of the dogs go into the direction of the Outskirts but fades too much near the end of it to really know. The blood 'n - dog, cover up any scent of Goopywhisker, though so,, I.. suppose we.. don't - know for, for sure, " Gutspaw swallowed the saliva in its throat, wishing all for this day to be over with.
".. But Cherrywood is too - dark, Palepaw 'n Bristlethorn are.. too light. He's - he's the only.. cat I could,, think of that has similar enough,, of fur,," It voice cracks at the last statement, tail hanging limply. Bite wanted.. out of this den. Needed some time to - it didn't know. Breathe, maybe.
❝THEY SAY I'M A CONTROL FREAK - DRIVEN BY A GREED TO SUCCEED !!❞
Quote:
Originally Posted by idia
SQUIRRELRISE she/her. 15 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]
squirrelrise inches into the leader's den, ears pinned to her skull as she sniffles. she thought she knew the feeling of dread well enough to call it a friend – but entering dawnstar's den, she feels as though she's in the mouth of the beast, waiting for it to bite down. she's not sure exactly what she's scared of. perhaps the possibility of dawnstar questioning their story? in which, then, she'd be more scared for gutspaw than anyone or anything. her eyes lock onto the ground as the deputy explains the situation.
for a second, she's sure she hears her mother choke back a stammer. but her mind is focused on the deafening silence that follows after mistlewhisker finishes. she's tempted to speak up, jaws parting, but then gutspaw beats her to it so she promptly closed her mouth as bite further explains. everything seems to further solidate the idea that goopywhisker is dead. nor missing, just dead. she feels sick. tired.
she wants to tell dawnstar what she told her mother. or rather, plead, that they send out a search party to find goopywhisker, or - something. she's not quite sure. just some sort of evidence that will provide an inkling of hope. but, the molly stays silent, a lump in her throat. she highly doubts dawnstar would do such a thing for one cat, considering how many cats disappear each moon.
@Mica - Mistlewhisker
She sits up, scowling, while listening to their tale. Goopywhisker supposedly dead to a dog, but no paw prints, and nothing to cement the proof of the warrior's death. The lack of solid evidence that the tom was dead bothered her immensely, no scent, no paw prints, and a pack of dogs that no one seen or heard around ShadowClan or the outskirts. Wild dogs were less common than foxes, badgers, owls, and other predators, a pack of them...
Whatever, she wasn't going to think about it too hard right now. The cat was dead and the dogs weren't there. "Great another warrior lost to the stars." She growled quietly in frustration. She wasn't sure what they wanted her to say about a supposedly dead warrior who hadn't been among the clan for moons. "You're dismissed." It felt like she was losing cats left and right. Goopywhisker's been missing from ShadowClan for nearly three moons.
She had no clue where he went or why but at least now they knew the cat's fate. The way he died bugged her, but it was unlike she'd think too hard about a missing cat's death. Such a waste of potential.
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Originally Posted by Beaan
Cloverpaw
tw; grief
This couldn't be true. Miss Lostspark couldn't be dead. As Cloverpaw shakily left the medicine den and headed to the leader's den, her mind swirled with thoughts. Prehaps she was just missing? M-Maybe she was just... anything but dead. She couldn't. The brown tabby carefuly poked her head into Dawnstar's den, unlike her normal loud and energetic greeting, she was quiet and discreet this time. The smell of milk and kits hit her almost instantly, too. "M-miss Dawnstar?" she stuttered quietly. "I-I won't be l-long. I uh... Need to ask you something," she stuttered, remaining at the den entry.
If the leader allowed her to speak, cloverpaw glanced her green eyes up at the tabby. "R-Rookfire. they said m-miss lostspark-" stars above, it was hard to speak. No... she just hope miss dawnstar combatted what the medic told him. "Is miss lostspark dead? S-she can't be... She's the best. S-she can't be dead. Please tell me she's not!" she whimpered, trembling. "...right?"
Her ears flickered erratically as Cloverpaw came in a stuttering mess. She hisses softly while the fur along her neck bristles uncomfortably. Lostspark's death was not a topic she wanted to discuss let alone bring up. Learning of it, and then having to repeat multiple times that the she-cat was dead was like throwing salt on a festering wound.
"Lostspark drowned in the Mire. She's gone." Dawnstar spat out the words with contempt. Gone. It made her skin crawl. She had been hoping Cloverpaw would go grief about it to someone else. Dawnstar barely knew how to handle her own grief let alone another cat's. "You'll be reassigned a new mentor at the next meeting."
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