ShadowClan Grimpeak

[Mica]

Emberkit
ShadowClan Kit
she/they/he | 4 moons
[Large dark brown tabby with golden eyes]
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Magician ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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Emberkit strode out of the Leader's den, her kitten legs stronger by the day. She looked up at Mother on the Grimpeak, noting her injuries. When Mother had returned from a battle patrol, smelling of blood and disgusting vermin, Emberkit had been overwhelmed with curiosity. But Mother had not been willing to answer questions, as she was a very busy cat and had a clan to lead. But that didn't stop Emberkit from eyeing the healing wounds and the herbs that were plastered onto them, her golden eyes ablaze with a lust for knowledge. Mother was probably displeased with them still after being caught outside of camp, so Emberkit wasn't about to push their luck.

The large kitten hopped down from the den, plopping themself down near the crowd of gathered cats.

[squidz]

~ BRIARSPLASH ~
stocky, large, & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes; just a scratch
[ shadowclan enforcer | she-cat | 28 moons | abrasive, standoffish, loyal ]

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Briarsplash had heard Dawnstar's call from the medicine den. Grunting, by instinct she started to rise to her paws — and then cursed when she felt a rush of lightheadedness, making her sink back down into her nest. Rookfire had told her she was staying until further notice, to recover her strength and make sure she ate and rested to replenish all the life force that'd drained out of her at that battle. And last thing she needed was to get on any of the high ranks' bad sides because she couldn't listen to a simple order — even though she hated missing a meeting like this, following such a gruesome yet effective battle against the hordes of snakes and rats.

With a sigh, the Enforcer relented her meager attempt and laid her head back down on her paws in her nest, blinking away the dizziness. Although it didn't stop her ears from remaining swiveled towards the Grimpeak, straining to pick up any voices she could from the distance.

[ not technically at the meeting but post to show she's listening ^^ hehe ]

[MangofDoom]

⟡ starlingcall ⟡
• shadowclan - XX moons •
⟡ dilute tortoiseshell, white chest and face spot, green eyes ⟡
• they/them - it/its •
⟡ #StarlingcallSHC2024 ⟡
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Starlingcall slinks from the shadows, its movements slow as it approaches the Grimpeak. They've been healing well, and the pain has mostly subsided. There's only a couple bites still bugging it, but they'll live.

Starlingcall watches its clanmates filter in, picking out the cats that participated in the rat extermination, wondering if StarClan gave them grace in their healing as well.

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[open]

[Morrigan]

Venomkit scurried over, barely holding herself back from trying to pull her stunt again from last meeting.

[GreenTheGreat]

✦Muddykit✦
She/Her | Shadowclan Kit | Master Scout
Brown pointed she with blue eyes and a patch of cream on her belly.
[ OPEN !!! ]
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Muddykit excitedly bounced out to sit in the crowds, the fluffy she lashing her tail with pure excitement as she stared up at the rock. Yes, just like she has been taught! Stay quiet and focused while Dawnstar is talking! She went through her etiquette class in her head as she sat, staring up.
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[Spider]

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Fishkit ▲ She/Her ▲ Kit ▲ 7M ▲ ShadowClan
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purrks

Fish was already out of the nursery she didn't feel like going in their too much it was just to cramped- Ugh! But the warm colored kit made her way to grimpeak she knew (well more hoped) she would be an apprentice this time around

(open)

[Moonraven]

Momster! Weepingkit trailed out of the leader's den behind Emberkit and Venomkit as soon as he heard his mother's voice. Naturally, Weepingkit made sure to stick closer to one of his siblings, but the sight of a bigger kit caught his attention.

It wasn't the kit exactly, but the super big scar on her that caught his attention. Weepingkit didn't know kits could get hurts like that. Momster said he'd earn marks like hers when he was bigger. He supposed that kit was pretty big, though. Maybe she wasn't a kit at all, but an apprentice. Intrigued, but ever so weary Weepingkit gingerly walked toward the brown cat.

He did his best to stay a good tail length away from her and leaned in without moving his paws to give her pelt a tentative sniff. He was ready to bolt and hide amongst his siblings the second she showed any aggression after biting her of course.

"Scar looks like momster's, it does. How get it did you?" He asked after he finished his sniffing. His tail twitched erratically behind him as he itched to go and sit with one of his siblings.
@Mica [Emberkit mention] @Morrigan [Venomkit mention] @Spider [Fishkit]

[iliri]

Pantherkit
medium-furred, dark brown mackerel tabby with white paws, hazel eyes
purrks: n/a
he/him | shadowclan kit | 4 moons

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It seemed that his mother was calling a meeting. The growing tabby popped his head from out of the leader’s den to peer over at the Grimpeak, where her commanding figure sat silhouetted against the dim light. He watched her, pale eyes narrowing with a mix of respect and curiosity. Though her voice rang with authority, the clumps of herbs and cobwebs that clung to her pelt made Pantherkit pause, a flicker of concern stirring in his young chest. She was still recovering, that much was clear. But even in this state, she looked formidable, an unyielding force that nothing could break. He’d always seen her as invincible, but these days, the faint scent of herbs was a reminder that even she could be touched by battle’s toll. With a soft huff, he padded out of the den, his paws landing lightly despite his size. He held his head high, letting his gaze sweep across the assembled cats, sizing up his clan-mates as they gathered beneath the Grimpeak. This meeting held a different energy than usual—maybe it was the restlessness that had settled over camp lately, or perhaps it was the weight of his mother’s unspoken plans. He moved forward, settling down among his clanmates with an air of casual confidence, his gaze never leaving his mother. What may his mother speak about for something like this?

[closed]

[seeingstars]

Coyotepaw • He / They • Shadowclan apprentice • 10+ moons

Coyotepaw heard Dawnstar's voice ring throughout the camp. He rose to his paws, a yawn escaping his maw as he made his way over to the grimpeak. He sat below, scanning the gathering cats. He quietly wrapped his tail around his paws as he waited for someone to approach him or for the meeting to begin.

{ OPEN }

[seeingstars]

Wormpaw • He / It • Shadowclan apprentice • 9+ moons

Wormpaw padded into camp, he had been out hunting with Cherrywood. The apprentice had told her it'd bring the prey back to camp. He dropped the prey and then noticed the cats gathering below the grimpeak. He tilted his head as he padded over and sat, his tail lying loosely around him.

The smoky black tom with white flecks looked around, trying to find a familiar face. The only cats he really recognized were Coyote. He frowned not seeing Wildpaw. He missed her a lot more than he'd like to admit and it sucked not having her around anymore.

{ OPEN }