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 ]

[anika]

Pondpaw
ShadowClan Apprentice
Silver Tongue Tier 2
Kitty Softpaws Tier 2
Mind Reader
She / Her ; 13 Moons

Pondpaw listened to Owlthroat and Blackkit, her whiskers twitching irritably as her ears caught the black-and-white tom´s last sentence about her.

Some cats just don't stick it out where they are.

It wasn´t the words that made the former RiverClanner shrink back, no. It was the sardonic smirk on Owlthroat's face that she had caught sight of. It also suggested that he didn't want her here.

Hurt pooled in Pondpaw's gaze, and the young she-cat hid further in the shadows at Tuftedtusk's side, hanging her head. ´´Did you forget that I'm over here, Owlthroat?

[ @Aroogi // @Splitmoon // @Daracga ]

[ @Undertaker // @alec - if dawn or rook want to call owl out ]

[seeingstars]

Wormpaw cheered out the newly made warriors' names

[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 46 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Gutsgnaw - @wolfie ] [Squirrelrise - @idia ]
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Gutsgnaw and Birdecho. Two creative names for two unordinary warriors. Mistlewhisker tilted her head up as she called out their names. "Gutsgnaw, Birdecho!" As the new warriors were approached by friends and family, Mistlewhisker pushed herself to her paws and padded over to where Gutsgnaw was being congratulated by Squirrelrise. The Deputy looked down at the new warrior, quiet pride in her eyes. "Well done, Gutsgnaw. You deserve this." After training bite's brother, Mistlewhisker had followed Gutsgnaw throughout bite's journey, first as an invested bystander and then as bite's mentor. "Goopywhisker would be proud. I am, too." Teeth had grown up considerably, and had become skilled in many aspects of bite's training.

The Deputy sat beside Squirrelrise and Gutsgnaw, bringing her attention back to the Grimpeak as the Leader spoke again. The restriction was lifted, with the caveat that no one goes out alone. She also put Mourning Ruins off-limits. Mistlewhisker would have to keep that in mind when she put out patrols. She hoped the rest of the announcements were positive, as she did not wish for anything to put a dampener on Gutsgnaw's moment.

[Rowan]

LIONPAW
Posts: 12 | Male
Purrks: None
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A new mentor…that wasn’t shocking. His last one was bound to fail, he had been sure of it. It just was…disappointing that it wasn’t whom he would have hoped it to be…but hey! He could still help with training! Yeah…now to find this new mentor…but she found him first. SootStorm. “Yeah. Okay.” He grumbled, not paying her much mind other than the customary nose touch. His gaze was still on the leader. He’d chant the cats names…but FishPaw…ugh…


@anika