a braided brown and white kit with long fur and piercing green eyes.
he is scrawny and skinny. his ribs can be seen easily no matter how much he eats, and his teeth are fairly sharp. purrks ; lyrebird’s lullaby, silver tongue | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | bipolar disorder
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about mood swings, anxiety, depression, and murder/death. interact with care <3
uch!!! of course, when he was finally having fun outside of the stupid camp, embie had to come in and ruin it all. ' embie!! shoosh!! we havin' fun, an' you can only be here if youse havin' fun too. no tat-tattl' tails. yer bein' mean. gotsa stop. n' shoosh. ' his self-proclaimed villian monologue over, snakekit turned back to his pile of leaves and dove back in. all embs was doing was being stupid, thinking they would get in trouble for just being out of camp. whatever. snakekit returned to his fun, frolicking in and out of the leaf pile- straight up until momma showed up. UCH. his FUN. INTERUPPTED. AGAIN. this was dumb and stupid. embies and hounds started wailing and crying, but snake just sat down and shrugged.
' mumsa, you bein' stupid. we havin' fun. you not want yer kits t' have fun? ' snakekit painted a sad, puppydog face on and looked straight at his mom, ignoring hounds running off. he felt ember trying to steer him back to camp, but made a sour face at his sibling. ' whatev'r. i still hads fun. ' he stood up, still making a meanie face at momsa and embies.
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cobwebfern is riverclan’s medicine cat apprentice !
she and berryshine have a semi-closed den policy .
@Mica - Emberkit | @wolfie - Houndkit | @finley !! - Snakekit
She was learning that Houndkit had a horrible habit of running away when he's upset or didn't want to do something. He was going to get himself killed or into some serious trouble with that habit. As he darted off howling about not wanting to be a kit forever, she growled and shook her head. These children were going to be the death of her.
Emberkit seemed to be the only one with some semblance of maturity as they offered an apology and admitted where they were wrong. Then there was Snakekit, who reinforced that Dawnstar was far too soft on these kits. Such insolence in one so young was beyond irritating.
Dawnstar's paw lashed out as she aimed a sharp, ringing blow at Snakekit's head. "You better watch your damn tongue, Snakekit. Who the hell do you think you're talking to? Have you forgotten who your mother is?" She spat with her ears pressed back against her head. "If you want fun you can live out here. Have fun fighting to stay alive in the cold with the foxes, rats, and owls." Dawnstar had half a mind to take all her insolent kits and toss them all outside of camp to see how much fun they had with no food and security. Some of these spoiled brats had no clue how good they had it in ShadowClan.
"Get back to camp and wait for me in the clearing, I'll give you your punishments once I catch your foolish brother." She dismissed the pair with a lash of her tail, turning her back to them. She padded deeper into the territory, following Houndkit's loud cries. She almost missed him amongst the shadows, if she hadn't heard and scented him she wouldn't have seen him with the way he was tucked into a too-small hole.
"Houndkit," She huffed, ducking her head to grab whatever she could reach of the furball haul him out of the hole, and set him down in front of her. "You need to stop running away when you get into trouble or told something you don't like." Dawnstar said. However, she doubted he was listening considering how he was hyperventilating. She leans down to clean the troublemaker's face with a few hurried licks. Ugh, he was going to need another bath.
"Calm down, take some deep breaths, and talk to me." She was still livid with the brat, but spitting wouldn't get her anywhere with Houndkit's current state. "Why are you leaving camp when I told you not to?"
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siggy art by redshiftreign
Dawnstar is the leader of ShadowClan and her kits currently reside in her den, enter and she may maim or kill you. She has a closed den policy. ShadowClan Resources ||| Dawnstar ||| ||| Kit Curriculum Finder
So waking up and finding she was missing three kittens, well... it wasn't morning. She had already lost Hemlockkit, she didn't know how or even where she had gone, but between losing that one and Lostspark, Dawnstar's nerves were shot. These kittens were driving her insane. She carefully avoided waking the rest of the spawn, the she-cat untangled herself from her children and exited the den.
A glance around the clearing told her they were not in it. So outside the camp, she went. They didn't wander far, but the commotion they made made it easier for them to find them. A loud snarl tore through her chest as she fixed the troublemakers with a livid glare.
"Snakekit, Houndkit, and Emberkit. What the hell do you think you're doing." Her tone was shockingly soft as she approached the three kittens. The restrain she showed was causing her muscles to spasm and her pelt to twitch. The dangerous way her tail jerked from side to side exposed her rage. "Do you think that just because you're my kits you're above the rules I set." She's apparently been too soft on them if they think they could go around doing as they pleased.
She keeps making these rules and these cats keep on ignoring them. Honestly, she was so done with them. The Shadow Queen crept out of the shadows and fixed Redleaf with a cold glare.
"Redleaf, I know I said that no one is allowed out of camp without permission." She spat, ears swerving as she noticed the second loud cat not too far from them.
"You, outsider, either get your ass moving back to the border or I'll toss your corpse over it." Dawnstar was not in the mood for games. Why can't cats just listen to her!!!!
Redleaf's ears flattened to her head, she crouched down low. "I'm sorry Dawnstar...I just feel like I can't help my clan if I'm stuck in camp...and I know that it's not a good enough excuse." she sighed.
Redleaf knew she was in trouble for leaving camp without Dawnstar's orders, but she just wanted to be useful for her clan...help out...and she couldn't do that being stuck in camp.
rookfire wasnt really feeling like taking another cat and having to justify why in stars name he was looking to catch two very specific things but since his roleplayer doesnt want to pass on the opportunity to log this as another patrol, his favourite and easiest to write and organise, patrol mate was the medics first choice once again. before approaching roachflare, the medicine cat apprentice had the resting at the edge of camp again, taking his part in supervising (as ridiculous as the implications of such thing were) the cats in camp that were not quite allowed to leave camp without permission at the moment. it did make him feel like some over protecting den parent except in this case his 'kits' were bloody adult warriors that more often than not were older than him.
eyes wandering the clearing, it didnt take long until rookfire pushed himself onto white tipped paws and briskly crossed the clearing to standing next to roachflare, asking the other without any words needing to be spoken and once again grateful the older warrior had no problem following him out of camp for no specified reason, instead simply doing so happily and working well. similarly dark pelted felines left the camp without another glance, trekking through the sun dappled territory as the sun reached its highest peak, shining down the last of its rays before leaf bare clouds would shallow it and warming their dark pelts. once again, the memories of darkwater mire came to mind and he did his darndest to shove them down. there was more than enough territory the two could select for hunting that didnt involve the death of one of his dearest friends...if he could even call lostspark his friend. former mentor sure, but friend? that was something left to float around his mind with no real answer ever to be found.
[ rookfire|roachflare solo patrol fetching gift for mistle || semi open ]
rookfire wasnt really feeling like taking another cat and having to justify why in stars name he was looking to catch two very specific things but since his roleplayer doesnt want to pass on the opportunity to log this as another patrol, his favourite and easiest to write and organise, patrol mate was the medics first choice once again. before approaching roachflare, the medicine cat apprentice had the resting at the edge of camp again, taking his part in supervising (as ridiculous as the implications of such thing were) the cats in camp that were not quite allowed to leave camp without permission at the moment. it did make him feel like some over protecting den parent except in this case his 'kits' were bloody adult warriors that more often than not were older than him.
eyes wandering the clearing, it didnt take long until rookfire pushed himself onto white tipped paws and briskly crossed the clearing to standing next to roachflare, asking the other without any words needing to be spoken and once again grateful the older warrior had no problem following him out of camp for no specified reason, instead simply doing so happily and working well. similarly dark pelted felines left the camp without another glance, trekking through the sun dappled territory as the sun reached its highest peak, shining down the last of its rays before leaf bare clouds would shallow it and warming their dark pelts. once again, the memories of darkwater mire came to mind and he did his darndest to shove them down. there was more than enough territory the two could select for hunting that didnt involve the death of one of his dearest friends...if he could even call lostspark his friend. former mentor sure, but friend? that was something left to float around his mind with no real answer ever to be found.
[ rookfire|roachflare solo patrol fetching gift for mistle || semi open ]
rookfire wasnt the most creative of gift givers and since leaf fall was in full swing at this moment in time, his options were slowly becoming a bit slim. sure, he could always look for a nice rock but as butterflies and other bugs disappeared over leaf bare and he had less opportunities to catch prey in good condition easily it was becoming a bit harder. todays goal was to find at least one rook or crow, heck he'd even take a raven, as long as it was some bird with dark feathers to make it a bit easier to figure out whose gift it was. then, as the metaphorical main course of his gift, a pelt. squirrel, rabbit, or perhaps even something bigger like a predator he and roachflare may possible come across, he didnt necesarrily care as long as he would do a good job skinning it.
now that he was thinking about it, he was grateful and very lucky to be named after a bird more or less commonly found around the forest and have a connecting experience with mistlewhisker through her demonstration of flaying. it was very shadowclan in his opinion. carried by both the name he earned in shadowclan, with no connection back to riverclan, and one of the special trainings shadowclan offered. perfect. truly the best opportunity he had to silently apologize to mistlewhisker for his behaviour.
where he was tempted to try and apologise to dawnstar as well, he wasnt sure how he would do that, starting with the lack of interactions he had ever had with the leader and ending with the fact that he wasnt entirely sure how badly the leader may react to unprompted interactions... ultimately, he had decided on a gift for mistlewhisker and his doing his best at becoming a full medicine cat and being a valuable part of shadowclan to get on both of their good sides.. hopefully this wouldnt be a absolute embarassment.
rookfire wasnt the most creative of gift givers and since leaf fall was in full swing at this moment in time, his options were slowly becoming a bit slim. sure, he could always look for a nice rock but as butterflies and other bugs disappeared over leaf bare and he had less opportunities to catch prey in good condition easily it was becoming a bit harder. todays goal was to find at least one rook or crow, heck he'd even take a raven, as long as it was some bird with dark feathers to make it a bit easier to figure out whose gift it was. then, as the metaphorical main course of his gift, a pelt. squirrel, rabbit, or perhaps even something bigger like a predator he and roachflare may possible come across, he didnt necesarrily care as long as he would do a good job skinning it.
now that he was thinking about it, he was grateful and very lucky to be named after a bird more or less commonly found around the forest and have a connecting experience with mistlewhisker through her demonstration of flaying. it was very shadowclan in his opinion. carried by both the name he earned in shadowclan, with no connection back to riverclan, and one of the special trainings shadowclan offered. perfect. truly the best opportunity he had to silently apologize to mistlewhisker for his behaviour.
where he was tempted to try and apologise to dawnstar as well, he wasnt sure how he would do that, starting with the lack of interactions he had ever had with the leader and ending with the fact that he wasnt entirely sure how badly the leader may react to unprompted interactions... ultimately, he had decided on a gift for mistlewhisker and his doing his best at becoming a full medicine cat and being a valuable part of shadowclan to get on both of their good sides.. hopefully this wouldnt be a absolute embarassment.
finally focussing on the task at hand, catching something nice for mistlewhisker, rookfire drowned his thoughts in the faint scent of mice and birds. all prey he skipped, entirely uninterested in anything apart from the two animals he wanted to catch specifically. "can ya look for some cobwebs?" the medic sent off roachflare, finally remembering that he was indeed not alone in this search of a gift and the other had 1, no clue what they were doing here 2, had just followed along rook doing absolutely nothing for the past moments. left alone, the medicine cat skipped up a few more scents before finally picking up on that of rabbit. low to the ground in a practiced hunters crouch, his dark fur helped keep him concealed for long enough to bring the rabbit into view. brown with white spots. odd colours. not some he had seen before but certainly something that felt special enough to gift to mistle whisker after all.
the rabbit was alone so when rook finally darted out of his hiding place, there was nothing to warm the rabbit before it was too late. barely getting the chance to get a few leaps out of the way before it collided with rookfires paw. pinned down quickly, the former enforcer delivered a killing bite, making sure to not injure the pelt any more than necesarry in doing so.
when the rabbit lay in front of his paws, splayed out and unmoving, rooks striped tail flicking idly, he took a moment to make up his mind about the approach he would take for this. clearly, he had memories of mistlewhiskers demonstration, yet this was a rabbit, not a squirrel and he had to do a good job.
finally, rookfire made the first cut, cleanly seperating the chest from its head at a low point of the throat before moving on to the sides, seperating the thin boney limbs from the part of its body we would actually be able to harvest.
Redleaf's ears flattened to her head, she crouched down low. "I'm sorry Dawnstar...I just feel like I can't help my clan if I'm stuck in camp...and I know that it's not a good enough excuse." she sighed.
Redleaf knew she was in trouble for leaving camp without Dawnstar's orders, but she just wanted to be useful for her clan...help out...and she couldn't do that being stuck in camp.
"You want to help the clan, you can do it by following my orders." Dawnstar spat back, eyes narrowed in anger. "I should exile you for your disobedience, but as this is your first offense. A big one, I might add, you'll be spending the next moon and a half demoted to Redpaw. I don't want to see you outside of camp again, alone or otherwise without an order. I will not be so merciful a second time. Now get your ass back to camp." The leader hissed with bared fangs.
[Redleaf has been demoted to Redpaw until December 2nd. She isn't allowed out of camp without a warrior escort. Have her visit Dawnstar's Den once her punishment is up to receive her name and rank back.]
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siggy art by redshiftreign
Dawnstar is the leader of ShadowClan and her kits currently reside in her den, enter and she may maim or kill you. She has a closed den policy. ShadowClan Resources ||| Dawnstar ||| ||| Kit Curriculum Finder
rookfire had collected roachflare as the sun reached its peak, not as high as it wouldve during green leaf but still providing some warmth to the two primarily dark furred toms. "we're just gonna fetch some sticks n reeds for nightshiver, give the kits somethin' ta' play with. wont take long" the medicine cat apprentice spoke up as they padded out of camp at a brisk pace, fur fluffed up to shield them from the cold. with a glance to the side, rookfire was briefly and ridiculously jealous of roachflare for his longer and thick looking pelt but quickly discarded the thought, reminding himself his own pelt was thick enough to cause him to literally pass out at the tail end of leaf bare. the two of them didnt walk far before splitting off with a quiet nod shared between the warrior and former enforcer, each beginning to look for long, thin, bendy sticks and reeds growing by the small river rushing quietly besides them. rookfire chose to pick up some reeds first, deciding they were the better choice for small kit paws and jaws, and probably easier to weave together. the air felt cooler close to the river, moisture faintly clinging to his pelt as he stepped closer, carefully in an attempt to avoid the lose soil that usually made for the very edges of rivers. once he had selected a couple of reeds that looked good he pushed long thick grass to the side and stripped the reeds of the outer, dry layers of plant matter before gnawing through the thick base of the tall plants and dragging them away from the water.
at the same time, roachflare had taken to trying to find young deciduous trees to steal branches for their little project. bushes or those weird half tree-half bush things would probably work as well. he spent some time pacing around, wandering away from rookfire but barely remaining in shouting distance by the time he finally found a useable source of sticks. long and thin, they were still green under the bark and spread a sour taste on his tongue when he tried to bite through it. regret was quick to catch up to him and roachflare stuck to his claws for the rest of the branches.
[ roach: 5 long bendy stick | rook: 7 tall reeds ]
finally focussing on the task at hand, catching something nice for mistlewhisker, rookfire drowned his thoughts in the faint scent of mice and birds. all prey he skipped, entirely uninterested in anything apart from the two animals he wanted to catch specifically. "can ya look for some cobwebs?" the medic sent off roachflare, finally remembering that he was indeed not alone in this search of a gift and the other had 1, no clue what they were doing here 2, had just followed along rook doing absolutely nothing for the past moments. left alone, the medicine cat skipped up a few more scents before finally picking up on that of rabbit. low to the ground in a practiced hunters crouch, his dark fur helped keep him concealed for long enough to bring the rabbit into view. brown with white spots. odd colours. not some he had seen before but certainly something that felt special enough to gift to mistle whisker after all.
the rabbit was alone so when rook finally darted out of his hiding place, there was nothing to warm the rabbit before it was too late. barely getting the chance to get a few leaps out of the way before it collided with rookfires paw. pinned down quickly, the former enforcer delivered a killing bite, making sure to not injure the pelt any more than necesarry in doing so.
when the rabbit lay in front of his paws, splayed out and unmoving, rooks striped tail flicking idly, he took a moment to make up his mind about the approach he would take for this. clearly, he had memories of mistlewhiskers demonstration, yet this was a rabbit, not a squirrel and he had to do a good job.
finally, rookfire made the first cut, cleanly seperating the chest from its head at a low point of the throat before moving on to the sides, seperating the thin boney limbs from the part of its body we would actually be able to harvest.
finally, he peeled back a part of the skin in an attempt to get a better grip on it before he held down the prey, yanking his head back where he held a edge of the pelt and separating it from the flesh with ever strong tug. by the time he was left with two separate pieces of prey he could see that his separation had not been as clear as he wouldve liked so he followed up the rougher first step with a careful few moment of picking remaining flesh off the skin, sandpaper tongue rasping along it to pick up even on the smallest bits. when he finally let off, satisfied with his work for now, he looked for a spot to let the pelt dry and, after rejoining with roachflare, sent him back with the rabbit carcass. next up, rook had a rook to find. even though he was still in possession of some leftover rook feathers, he wanted to catch a fresh one for mistlewhisker. or perhaps a crow. he didnt mind all that much. the feathers looked more or less the same anyway and it was more to let the deputy know about the origin of the gift rather than being its own aspect of his apology.
roachflare had padded away from rookfire quietly when the two had split up, soon picking up on the scent he knew to be mouse. the tortoiseshell patterned warrior crouched down, moving towards the prey with precision that spoke of moons of experience. inhale, holding his breath, he pushed off, leaping at the mouse with success, mismatched paws closing around the mouses small body and holding it down as he delivered a killing bite. this was replicated a couple of time with another mouse and a vole. following his latest catch, he had decided to go check in with the medicine cat apprentice to make sure they werent out here together for no reason. safety and all that.
he was slowly starting to feel like a darn currier with how rookfire interacted with him sometimes, falsely interpreting his silence as consent or him agreeing. it was getting tiring. but it was fine. the older tom was a high rank and roachflare took respecting his higher ups serious in addition to rookfires behavior being more,, ignorant rather than ill meaning. it was fine. he padded back to camp, delivered the prey to be consumed soon and returned to where they had split which was luckily not that far.
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