ShadowClan Grimpeak

[idia]

SQUIRRELRISE
she/her. 16 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]

squirrelrise half listens to the announcements, mind drifting off somewhere else. perhaps the lack of sleep was catching up to her. so far, it was just apprentice ceremonies and reassignments. her bushy tail sweeps over her front paws, sniffling as a particularly cold breeze blows by. goodness, her fur was thick, but sometimes she wishes it was thicker.

she mentally tunes in when she hears gutspaw and birdpaw being called forward for their warrior ceremonies. yellow hues first land on the black tabby, then the arkchild. she feels..old. she swears it seems like just a few moons ago, all the arkchildren were babies. there were a lot more back then, too. she briefly glanced away when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye and spots a cat — quillpaw, she recognizes — stalking off with an ill tempered expression. her brows pinch together in worry. she has a, er...bad feeling regarding that tom. anyway. back onto the new to-be warriors.

she inhales, holding her breath in anticipation - instinctively, in a way. she only exhales when the names are given. gutsgnaw and birdecho. gnaw..it certainly fit bite in her opinion. she doesn't know birdecho very much, if at all, so she can't say the same for the molly. after cheering the two's names and the announcement of the lockdown being lifted - with the minor restriction of not being alone - she slips her way through the crowd, stopping beside guts.

"..c-congrats, gutsgnaw." squirrelrise congratulates with a small smile, voice a hushed whisper as to not disturb dawnstar if the leader just so happened to speak up again.

[ @wolfie ]

[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 42 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

He flickered his yellow eyes down to Blackkit, a question. This would be interesting.

”Go ahead little one”, a smile twinged at the corner of his lips.

[ @anika @Aroogi @Splitmoon ]

[Splitmoon]

Blackkit looked at her father, Owlthroat. "Why is a Riverclan cat in our clan?" she asked with a tilt of her own head. "And why isn't she in her own clan? Dont we hate Riverclan cats. And are there more clans?" she had so many questions

@Daragca @anika @Aroogi

[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 42 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

The tom chuckled. ”She’s moved over to Shadowclan, some cat’s just can’t stick it out where they are”, Owlthroat’s tone was careful as to not give away his own prejudices but a sardonic smirk slipped through. ”There are four clans, us, Riverclan, Windclan and Thunderclan.”

He rasped his tongue once more over her little head.

[ @anika @Splitmoon ]