Saltcloud laughed awkwardly, nodding. "I suppose they are." He grew quiet as he too thought about how the people he had grown up with, though not close to, had died. He was at least thankful that the lockdown was preventing further death, as far as he knew.
Saltcloud felt almost excitement run through his body as he listened to his new question. "Yes," He replied. "I think... that would be nice. It's been a while since I've been hunting with someone." He paused for a second, looking down at the ground. "I'm not the best hunter," He admitted.
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Moonstep gently places his paws onto his tail, happy to hear of Saltcloud’s rather quick answer. “I’ve still yet to meet someone who’s the best at hunting, so I guess you’re fine, haha.”
This has been a success! Now he’ll be able to grow closer to his fellow clanmate; one he had been intrigued with for quite a bit, now. Better yet, Saltcloud seems pretty cool so far. Great!
Moonstep looks to the side for another moment before speaking up again. “I should probably head off now. Don’t wanna interrupt your zone-out-time for too long,” he teases, standing back up on all fours. “Once the lockdown’s done, I’ll see you here?”
She was still adjusting to being back at camp, learning names all over again. Ibispaw hadn’t forgotten the foundational stuff, obviously, nor the training she had gotten before disappearing. But she had to admit she was happy to have her belly full again, to be able to help others. She had missed the security of Shadowclan, the ability to be around others. To feel like she had a home.
Which was what had roused her from her best just a few moments ago. Stretching her back and front legs out, Ibispaw pushed into the clearing with a deep breath inhaled into her lungs. It always felt nice to get that breath of fresh air whenever you were out in the open; at least, that was her opinion. The smell of pine needles was oh-so comforting as she sat to groom her fur.
Then she grew bored, restless.
She was shifting from paw to paw, putting more weight on one before repeating the process and putting the weight on another. She needed something to do..something..ah! A victim.
Well, hopefully, it's more of someone to converse with.
Rising, she made her way over to the other cat. Mudslide, she was pretty sure; she was getting better at remembering names, thank Starclan. Ibispaw stopped once she was in front of the other cat, humming to get their attention.
“Mudslide?” She started, hoping that was the correct name, even though she was sure it was. “Hi,” she continued, “I'm Ibispaw, in case you don’t know. Why’re you all on your own?”
She hadn’t considered the other, but she may have preferred that. Perhaps that was an oversight on Ibispaw’s part.
“You doin’ anything today?” She questioned, her head tilted to the side. Maybe she could convince the other to take her out of camp.
[apologies for the delay!]
Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\19 moons\Shadowclan
"There's blood in the water. The quiet are restless, the silent are still"
And, of course, somecat had the nerve to come up to her. She might as well be locked inside the warriors den if she'd have to socialize like this. Though, the voice that chirped behind her wasn't familiar. She didn't recall their mews to be mixed in with the others conversing during meetings or events. She only came to the former, admittedly, but her point still stood.
As the warrior let out a huff of hot hair, a cloud of moist fog puffed around her muzzle, her shoulders bobbing with a warming shiver. She looked over her shoulder to observe the cat. Maybe a warrior? But Mudslide didn't stare for long, she didn't like starring, so icy eyes looked down at her own multicoloured paws as she was bombarded with questions.
Ibispaw? What was an ibis? Mudslide figured her question was far more important than whatever the older apprentice may be thinking, but she digressed. She was alone because it was nice to be alone and not bothered by unnecessary company, company she was scared to have and ached to keep, but she didn't need any dead weight pulling her down.
She shook her head at her final question, and she instantly wished she had. Maybe if she had said yes then the chirpy cat would leave her alone.
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Doeflame was bored. She had groomed her fur (she would have done it until it shined, but the repetitive activity quickly grew tiresome) and thrown pebbles at the camp wall to practise her aim so she could use them to catch the attention of her siblings sometime. Now she was pacing across the clearing, fur fluffed up in a futile attempt to keep out the cold, but even that was losing its appeal.
Doeflame sighed, giving the entrance to camp a longing glance. If only the stupid lockdown wasn't in place, she could go out. Although it was probably too cold to stay out there for long anyway. And it would only get colder as leaf-bare inched closer. I bet the lockdown will be lifted then, Doeflame thought. Right when no-one wants to go out.
Oh well, that was a later problem. For now, her problem was to find something entertaining to do so she didn't die of boredom. Maybe she could chat to someone. Her siblings weren't here, unfortunately, but she could see a small tortoiseshell nearby, probably an apprentice. Well, she could work with that. Doeflame strode purposefully over to her and sat down next to her. "Hey, kitto," she told her. Yes, she wasn't small enough to be a kit, but she still only looked like a young apprentice, and they weren't much different in her eyes. "Remind me of your name? I'm Doeflame." Well, more like teaching than reminding; she didn't interact much with apprentices. The only one she knew the name of was her own, and that was only because Dawnstar had announced her pairing to her, not because she had ever trained her or anything. Hmm, she should probably make an effort to do that sometime, since she had nothing else to do. But then she realised they couldn't head out for training, and dismissed the thought as quickly as it came. Shadowpaw could come to her if she wanted to be taught. She was probably dead or missing anyway.
(I believe that Magpiepaw is the hight of a young apprentice? Correct me if I'm wrong.)
rookfire padded into camp, slowing from a trot to a brisk walk as he slipped through the entrance and shook out his dark fur. little water droplets, no doubt collected by walking through the thick fog that still hung heavy over some parts of the territory, slid out of his thick pelt at the motion, leaving his fur weirdly spikey. the medic was unbothered by any of this because in the process of shaking off the water, he had spotted magpiepaw and suddenly remembered the execution he had been ordered to execute a few nights ago. internally cringing, he strode over to the apprentice. he wasnt the biggest fan of her or her behaviour but she would find out eventually anyway and he was sure it would be better he tell her now than pretend nothing happened until her reassignment during the upcoming meeting. a part of him wanted to attempt to convince dawnstar to let him keep three apprentices so he could take up magpiepaw as his apprentice in addition to softpaw and cinderpaw but there were certain lines he didnt feel confident to cross just yet. "magpiepaw, lockdown's treatin' ya well as i see" rookfire began, tone obviously sarcastic and poking at the fact that she had been looking quite huffy. "uhhm i got somethin' ta discuss with ye n its not because ye were actin' out for once" the medic continued, keeping up the humour and nudging magpiepaw further towards the edge of camp for a bit of privacy. he heavily doubted the two toned apprentice really cared for foggymask and would take the following information with grief but he didnt really feel like being disrupted by some other cats. "ight so, yer mentor foggymask right? i assume ye havent seen em in a while n thats cuz hes dead. 'would'a suggested i take ye on as a apprentice if ya need reassignment but i cant take any more apprentices." claws pierced hardpacked soil as rookfire stretched out his legs, shifting where he sat to start grooming down the fur spiked up around his shoulders. some may say he was too casual about delivering the news of someone death but foggymask didnt deserve the honour of sadness or seriousness.
Magpiepaw
She, Her\Apprentice\13 moons\Shadowclan
"One man falls, another takes his place, he chases the wind until the end of his days."
Of course, the universe bowed to her will and gave her a victim!! HAHA! Brown eyes stared at the warrior as she approached, nodding to the sound of their name. Guessing by how formally this cat talked, she figured she wouldn't like HAHAAH, IM BETTER THAN EVERYONE AND ALL OF YOU SUCKKKK!!! Magpiepaw very much. Then... What would she like? Someone more formal? Responsible even? Her main goal was to be liked, and she doubted that the Great Magpiepaw ™ would be very liked here. Okay... She just had to become a new cat... How hard could that be? HA! She was the best at that!
She had to looked up just a smidge to actually meet the she-cat's eyes. Her muzzle twitched, signalling the beginnings of a toothy and totally not formal grin, so her expression stuttered for a moment, shifting, before she opted for a more polite smile, her uneven teeth NOWHERE to be seen under her multicoloured maw.
"Afternoon!" She said, attempting to round out the sharpness of her Irish accent and the lisp that came with her overly long canines, but to no avail. Grrr, no fair!! Maybe her expression was all she had to work with, but stars above, SHE'D MAKE IT WORK!!
"Ah, I'm Magpiepaw, Ms." She offered kindly. "Doeflame is a very peculiar name." She hoped that was read as a compliment, being snarky would probably leave her without conversation, something she needed because she was SOOOO BOREDDDD!!! Just as she was about to open her maw to prompt more conversation, Rookfire slithered his way into her conversation. Ugh, AND SHE WAS DOING SOOOO WELL!! Screw you. the apprentice thought, sourly.
But she had to keep up her facade. Once Rookfire fully approached, the apprentice turned with kind eyes and a level and definitely not envious gaze. Haha, why would she? She was orderly, she was formal, she was hip! "Rookfire. Congratulations on your promotion, I've been told you've been working towards it." Oh, the lockdown? Probably the most unhelpful piece of rats dung she'd ever seen enforced on camp. She could definitely square up with a hawk! "Oh, it's been alright," she gave the medic a shrug. "Though, you should apologize to Doeflame here," she gestured over to the she-cat with a flick of her large ear, "I was just taking with her."
Magpiepaw nearly couldn't take Rookfire seriously. His fur was spiked up like an overgrown hedgehog, and she was just ITCHING to say something about it. No, no, no. She was formal, she was orderly, she was HIP!
Wait... What was happening? As she was nudged away from her victim (Doeflame), Magpiepaw began to ponder whether or not Rookfire was lying to her and she was actually in trouble. Uuugghhhhhhh. Once Rookfire paused to a stop, Magpiepaw had to crane her neck stupidly far back to look at him properly. Curse him and his tallness!!
Oh.
So.
He was dead.
Magpiepaw couldn't help the fury that knotted her once pleasant face or the joy that flashed in her caramel eyes. A small giggle came, one that some might call manic. "Oh, of course HE'S dead. He wasn't good for anything, completely flunked my training!" She gulped back an exasperated yowl and instead settled for a low groan. Her ears pinned back and her tail flicked at its tip.
Then surprise cut through her joyous fury. Really? He would've actually offered to? Even though Magpiepaw was certainly positive that Rookfire didn't like her, like at ALL. And yet he still would've? More emotions came with that, and her throat burned. No, no, no. She was formal, she was composed, she was orderly, she was NOT about to cry.
"How... Did he die?"
(To answer your question, yes!! Magpiepaw is the height of a young apprentice, and she has yet to grow :3)
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The tom sat and did nothing, there was nothing to do. (I don't have enough motivation)
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Osprey
The tom sat in the ditch waiting for an answer from Starclan. "Silverpelt is quiet, maybe being a kittypet was a bad idea."The tom lied down falling asleep.
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Smoketail shrugged. "Just seeing how you are." he said in a mellow tone voice. Ever since, she basically rejected him. He wasn't trying to be cold to her but was trying to protect his own heart. The white tom with a black tail looked away from her and around the clearing.
Goldenwhisker still liked Smoketail. It was just... Her heart was still broken over Darkfire. I'm fine. She inched closer to him and twitched her whiskers. How are you? If she didn't want to live the rest of her life alone, she would have to make it up to him. She was sure that she would never make it to StarClan and always be in the Dark Forest for killing 2 cats and hurting Quailpaw as well as 3 other apprentices.
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Another cat, an older cat, had joined the conversation. Perhaps she wanted to know what was going on, too. Maybe, then, it wasn't just a kit thing. He didn't know what the other kit was doing because it was strange, not because of his own inexperience. Probably.
The apprentice had asked the other kit if she was excited. "Excited for what?" he mumbled, mostly to himself. Foxkit knitted his brow in thought, but try as he may, he couldn't think of a reason. Was there some kind of special Clan event he wasn't aware of? He didn't think so.
Then the kit answered Foxkit's question. She had been sniffing out other cats? Why? Was she looking for someone? Furthermore, what did that have to do with all the digging she'd been doing? "Are the other cats buried underground?" From any other cat, this probably would have been a slight, but Foxkit's tone was even, showing no signs of sarcasm. She had seemed to be looking for something, after all, so this was the most logical reason. Otherwise, this was yet another thing Foxkit just didn't understand.
Adderkit Adderkit lay in one of the sunny corners of camp. Though the patch of sun was very small and there was barely any sun to begin with, she found it satisfying to bask here and occasionally watch a bird or two fly over. Perfect napping spot
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Mistpaw of shadowclan
6 moons old
◖──────☛ mistpaw huffed "can I practice a hunting stance?" he asked, he knew hunting might be needed too...maybe..he could try. "ya know practice how I sneak on prey." he lowered his body on the ground and waved his tail a bit. ☚──────◗
Goldenwhisker still liked Smoketail. It was just... Her heart was still broken over Darkfire. I'm fine. She inched closer to him and twitched her whiskers. How are you? If she didn't want to live the rest of her life alone, she would have to make it up to him. She was sure that she would never make it to StarClan and always be in the Dark Forest for killing 2 cats and hurting Quailpaw as well as 3 other apprentices.
Smoketail looked at her, and shrugged. "I'm okay." He said turning his gaze away from her so he wouldnt see him blush. He noticed her moving closer to him.
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