ashpaw
9 moons - shadowclan - they/them dark grey cat with darker spots and tail; copper eyes
silvertongue t2, shadow fiend, dreamwalker
...What?
Ashpaw was stunned. They couldn't get close to anyone outside of Shadowclan? Nobody?
Oh.
Oh no.
Oh no no no no no.
Nettlepaw was stuck in Thunderclan. They could never reunite again? How did that work?
Ashpaw's fur grew hot. They felt nauseous.
Breath quickening, they knew they couldn't stand for this.
This wasn't right.
Ashpaw needed their sister. Nettlepaw needed them.
They couldn't just sever ties just like that.
Nettlepaw was their best friend. Their only friend.
Ashpaw could only feel one thing now;
Hate.
They dashed off into the clearing in fury, and also in a bit of nausea. They couldn't show it, they didn't want to get in trouble, but Ashpaw needed time. Time to seethe.
Surely they would get their way at some point.
Surely.
Ah. So Foggymask had perished. It wasn't that he didn't feel one part bad for the tom. Excecution seemed... An unpleasent way to go, at best. Though, he found the choice to risk one's life for a Riverclan cat, well, irrational. And out of character, perhaps? First, the clan saw him throw Shrewstep like a piece of meat, then they all hear he's gone some on some RiverClan kitty? Not that it mattered, more important things were soon to be mentioned. His eyes glinted with pride, sitting straight as Dawnstar mentioned both him and Owlthroat. This was it, far earlier than he'd expected, but it was it. Everyone's eyes were on him now, at least that's how it felt. He had to fight their burning off - there was no use getting lost in fear. He saw what happened to Shrewstep. He couldn't show one sign of weakness. Amber eyes picked through the crows, as he attempted to spy out Owlthroat - but his eyes landed on Silentpaw instead.
The usual stoic apprentice was ? - what was happening? Had he known Foggymask? Was it something else? What did he miss? Worry crowded his gaze breifly, as he debated walking over, but what could he do? He didn't have one single idea of what to do in a situation like this. Surely if he just kept an eye out, one of the apprentice's friends would check in on him, right? Did he have friends like that?
@Starphobia
Small mentioned for Silentpaw!! Can interact more if you want but Newtbelly isn't very good emotional support haha
Sleepysunrise
[ 14 moons | She / Her | Shc Enforcer | Shadow Fiend ]
The warmth spreading in her chest as the newly named Birdecho returned her affections was strange and indescribable. In part it reminded her of mama, when mama would hug her during her kitten moons, or the far-too-short outing she shared with the former just before she left this world. A part of her wondered how Birdecho could return these affections in such an earnest manner, but a silent voice in the enforcer urged to accept it in kind. To embrace this brief moment of closeness, because before she might know, Birdecho might leave this world too.
After a while that felt far too short, Sleepysunrise pulled back and regarded her little sister with a rare semblance of a smile, when her gaze was shifted towards an idle voice. It was Cinderpaw who had joined them, and for a moment the young enforcer felt stumped. She had never heard Cinderpaw speak, her voice was as foreign to her as had been the voice that Birdecho used during her ceremony, and Sleepysunrise came to ponder whether Cinderpaw had been speaking for a long time, and that she had simply been the occupied to notice.
But earned a certain look of tenderness where Sleepysunrise tried to return the smile she was offered the best she could. She owed her siblings this much. The interaction was brief, but appreciated in all regards. When Birdecho bid her farewells with a nudge Sleepysunrise returned the action in a minute fashion, watching as her sister made her rounds across the crowds to greet others she cared for, including Darkfall.
For a moment her eyes were glued on the warrior with all semblance of warmth gone, more so thoughtful; Birdecho seemed almost accepting of the tom, a strange sight, but mama had once… Been fond of him too, if they had her siblings. She hadn’t spoken to him since her shared the news of mama’s passing, and Sleepysunrise hadn’t bothered ever turning back to look at him either. He was much like a ghost, appearing when required and disappearing when needed, but the young one couldn’t comment much on it. There was more of a fleeting thought that wondered if he ever knew mama as well she had wanted to know her, or if their bond had been as fleeting as their relationship.
Perhaps she would never know. Forcing her eyes away, the white-tufted feline sat besides Cinderpaw, if the younger one hadn’t left, until the end of the meeting where she found her hardly surprised over Foggymask’s betrayal. He had hardly been an adequate warrior anyway, it had only been a matter of time before he truly slipped up.
✦Muddypaw✦
She/Her | Shadowclan Apprentice | Master Scout
Brown pointed she with blue eyes and a patch of cream on her belly.
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Muddypaw was... Spooked, to say the least. She- she thought you could make friends? But you still gotta be loyal to the clan... That's what Hawkbite told her...
The new apprentice was incredibly nervous. She didn't know if it applied to the gathering. Did it? If she was never told, she told herself. She made the decision to not talk to the other clans at her first gathering, whenever that was..
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The golden apprentices eyes kind of sparkled at the name, grinning softly as he cood a soft "Ooooh Grotto, now thats a nice name but I think making it match in an equally cool full warriors name might be a struggle. I suppose I share that, Im honestly considering asking Miss Dawnstar to change my name when I reach warrior." not like Bleedingpaw was overly attached to his name with its cruel origin really. Beyond the initial excitement of finally having a name at a full moon of age after so long of being 'Freak', a hype he was now cooled to.
The toms ears twitched, catching a familiar name and he grinned hearing Birdpaw called up, the first of the batch to be a warrior. Of all cats to ear the spot he wouldnt have expected her but then again Birdpaw wasnt a sibling Bleedingpaw knew well, in fact they didnt know if Birdpaw was among the number that ever liked them. A lot of bitterness had welled up after their Mama's death and while some the bengal knew his place with others he felt as shakey emotionally as he did physically. Wow that was a dampener of a thought and one the apprentice tried to shake off before the kitten he was sitting with noticed.
After all now was not the time, he was still happy for Birdpaw, or Birdecho now.
"Ooooh look Grottokit thats one of my big sisters! Birdecho! Birdecho! Birdecho! Congrats!!!"
The highlighting of the relationship would probably prompt more questions for Grottokit given Bleedingpaw, not biologically related at all, looked nothing like Birdecho and the kit was undoubtedly too young to know the complex backstory of the ark kittens. But one never got explanations without asking so he'd have to ask to know.
For now the pretty young tom turned to kit, head wobbling but visibly cocking. "You eager to be an apprentice? I remember aching to get out there and help when I was young whenever Miss Dawnstar talked about threats. I think I might volunteer to help with the owls when the time comes though I suppose its up to her if she wants me and my.... Oddities there."
Grottokit sniffed. He didn't quite care about his name, in all honesty, unless it was something Mother approved of. And whatever it was, it was sure to be just fine. Like Birdecho. He liked Birdecho as a name. He didn't bothering cheering, but he angled his head in acknowledgement of the new warrior.
Bleedingpaw's question earned the apprentice a nod. He brushed over the whole thing about oddities and whatnot - it wasn't his business and quite frankly, he just didn't care. "Yes. I'm ready to contribute to ShadowClan and help lift Mother's legacy." He would make his mother proud, if it was the last thing he ever did.
..... Wow this kit was a serious little dude, Bleedingpaw wondered if it was just his innate personality or if being the leaders son meant that Grottokit felt he had to be an example and the Best. The golden bengal could kinda relate, he felt frequently like he had to prove he was worth keeping and repay the clan and Dawnstar for all they've done for him.
Regardless of motive the goal was a good one and, always a people pleaser, the tom offered to help to that end. "Well I cant hasten you becoming an apprentice but I can help you maybe get a paw up before you do. I know some stuff about behaviors and actions that Miss Dawnstar has shown she approves of," Mostly gathered because Bleedingpaw would rather die then be among the raff that caused issues or irritation for her "and do have some knowledge about things like poisons that can be useful. Though you have to promise me to not seek them out until you're old enough to be responsible with them and to obey my instructions on handling. I lost a brother to poison, it can be as useful as it is dangerous."
It was funny, some kits when he'd learned seemed inclined to listen to know how to avoid it while others showed more interest in using up, but then there was the near suicidal group that just wanted to poke the dangerous thing and die from it. That group had shrunk over the moons (wonder why) but if Dawnstars kitten ended up in that camp and died from Bleedingpaws teachings he'd never forgive himself.
This was only offered because Grottokit seemed responsible and serious, unlike the muddy Houndkit.
The apprentice was just about to rise and lead Grottokit to a quiet place to continue talking (and to get away from Silentpaw who was screaming over a traitor) when an unexpected face approached the two. It was the toms newly warrior sister, and Bleedingpaw shot Grottokit a (slightly shakey) smile as an indication to wait while he talked to her for a moment.
It.... wasnt anything he'd expected. The tom remained still, letting Birdecho say her peace with a genial grin plastered on his face as he just kind of.... hung in anticipation. After everything he wasnt quite comfortable, but neither discomforted by her as he was by Moonpaw and while trust was not established.... That wasnt to say Bleedingpaw didnt understand her actions, much less wish to try to be closer if she'd allow it.
Which seemed to be the case as the bengals grin became a little more hollow, the terrible aching sadness that'd haunted him of late lurking behind the expression more closely now. The pain wasnt gone, even as he'd been feeling slightly better, happier. It was too complex a pain to leave, mixed guilt over his siblings feelings, grief over Lostspark, loneliness and more but.... Well Birdechos words helped a bit. "Thanks for saying that. I.... Well I never blamed you, any of you for thinking what you did." What some still do think.
"I would like to try to be closer, I think youre pretty cool and Sleepysunrise says youre a good sister." And Bleedingpaw believed his eldest, closest sister without question. "Maybe we can think of something to do later? For now I got Grottokit and youve got a vigil Miss big-new-warrior." The tom hesitantly reached over and gave the older cat a gentle affectionate headbutt, still half worried he'd be rebuffed, giving a more happy genuine smile before he headed off. For all the progress he'd made Bleedingpaw wasnt quite recovered enough to managed prolonged emotional interactions it seemed, but progress had been made here today.
SPIDERTHORN Posts: 13 | Male Purrks: Flock Together T2, Mind Reader
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His ears immediately perked high, his head lifting as he heard the leader say his name…then an apprentice. Oh- an apprentice? Oh! He had an apprentice now! A grin flashed on his face at his new responsibility as a warrior- really the first he had. He’d teach the she anything and everything he knew, just as his mother had him. He searched for the cat in the crowd (quite unsure of what he was looking for) then…a familiar yell. He immediately turned to MagpiePaw, grinning her way. Sapphire. He almost forgot. But her congratulations meant the world to him and his expression showed it. Then- oh- his apprentice found him first! “Hey kiddo.” he flicked his tail in greeting and leaned down (odd, he magically grew—he used to be so tiny compared to other apprentices- now he was tall and lanky) to touch noses with MuddyPaw.
Nightshiver was their surrogate? She didn't realise either of the toms were close with her, but then, she was ShadowClan's forever queen. That could be part of her role; after all, Doeflame didn't know much about her duties (besides watching kits, of course).
Then Tuftedtusk called over the kits, and suddenly they were scurrying towards them, all five of them. Two of them asked who she was, eyes bright with curiosity despite their unimpressed looks. Doeflame opened her mouth to answer, but was beat by Tuftedtusk. He then went on to apologise to an apprentice who had come up to him; his, by the looks of it. Hmm, Pondpaw. Wasn't that the former fish?
Anyway, he was saying the kit's names now. She better listen. Okay, Talonkit, Blackkit, Mimickit, Olivekit and Yarrowkit. Stars, how was she going to remember all those names? Couldn't they have had a two-kit litter? A number more manageable? At least they didn't have thirteen kits like Lostspark and Dawnstar. She would have no chance of remembering the names of that many cats.
Doeflame turned her attention to Dawnstar for the first time as she gave two apprentices their warrior names. She only knew Gutspaw from the event he had held (and his... interesting name had helped her to remember him), and she was pretty sure Birdpaw was one of Lostspark's many kits, but that was where her knowledge of them ended. That didn't stop her from cheering their warrior names with the rest of ShadowClan, though. "Gutsgnaw! Birdecho!"
Dawnstar's next announcement made her ears prick; the lockdown was being lifted! She still couldn't leave alone though, which was annoying; she would just have to drag someone along with her. Oh well, it was better than being stuck in camp all day, and she had plenty of victims to choose from.
With the news leaving a smile on her face, Doeflame's attention wandered back to the large group she was now sitting in the middle of. There was a conversation going on about Pondpaw's RiverClan heritage. From her understanding, Blackkit had asked Owlthroat why there was a fish in ShadowClan. The tom's response was paired with a scornful smile, which caused Pondpaw to hide in Tuftedtusk's shadow, her head hung. Poor cat, it must be hard to have the stench of fish follow you however hard you tried to prove yourself. Doeflame was lucky she'd been born in ShadowClan and never had to fight to be seen as a member.
Dawnstar clearly didn't see it the same way, reprimanding Pondpaw. Doeflame gave the apprentice an encouraging smile, hoping it would help somewhat. Yeah, some of what the leader said was true, but a lot of cats still thought of Pondpaw as a fish whether she referred to herself as one or not.
Foggymask had been executed? That was news to her. And for talking with a fish? Doeflame hadn't liked Foggymask from the moment she set eyes on him in the Enforcer fight, but she had thought he was a loyal cat. She had expected (or more like dreaded) him to end up as an Enforcer, not a traitor. Oh well, it wasn't like she was sad about it.
Then it was time for new Enforcers to be announced. She wasn't particularly interested in who was going to get the role; she just hoped it was someone like Silverlark or Shrewstep. They seemed like friendly, fun-loving cats; it was a shame one was dead and the other had been demoted. But then the names hit her ears. Owlthroat and Newtbelly. Surprise shot through Doeflame's veins, and she turned to the black-and-white tom. She probably shouldn't have been so astounded; everything she had seen about him told her he was a dutiful warrior, and it made sense that Tuftedtusk would pick a cat with Enforcer material as his mate, being one himself. "Wow, congrats," Doeflame told him, her signature grin returning to her face. "I can't believe my brother and his mate are Enforcers. Seriously, your kits are gonna be spoiled. Not just one high-status parent but two." In all honesty, she would hate that, feeling the pressure to live up to her parents' names. She wouldn't achieve it, all even try, but still, she wouldn't like the expectations. (Although boasting to everyone else about it would be fun). But some kits would love it. Hopefully the pair's bunch would thrive under the expectations.
Ratflame listened closely to the last bits of the meeting. Foggymask executed? She ran through her memories, trying to figure out whether or not she recognized that name. It rang a bell that was for sure, but she didn't know whoever the cat was that well. Who knows, maybe it was a good thing, first loyalties belonged to Shadowclan, that's how she felt at least. Owlthroat and Newtbelly as the two new enforcers though, she remembered those two from the rat fight, they both fought well, that was good for Shadowclan. On another plus side, she got an apprentice. With a shake of her pelt, Ratflame pushed herself up and left the meeting.
Well that was an eventful meeting, two new warriors, four new apprentices, and two new enforcers, and one cat executed, that was the sadder part of the meeting. She wasn't sure any of the names mentioned she had recognized but maybe she'd get to know some cats. Speaking of knowing her clanmates, as she got up to leave, she noticed some cat looking like a mouse frozen like a mouse. Not that the cat was a mouse. She looked around a bit, maybe some other cat would comfort the apprentice? Well she hadn't seen anyone yet so she went bounding over to the cat, slowing down once she got closer as to avoid causing any unnecessary stress. Or well, try. "Hey.. Do you need someone to talk to?"
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[ black and white cat, blue and amber eyes. face and shoulder scarring. | she/they ]
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➢ New Warriors were normal. Hollow had expected that. She was used to that. It was familiar. Apart of the schedule. What wasn't planned was Foggymask's betrayal and the slaughter that was his execution. Hollowpaw shifts in her seat, clearly something in her mood had changed. Coyotepaw was still here and Hollowpaw didn't wish to embarrass themself in front of the older tom. "I have to go locate my mentor, Hawkbite... Good luck on your training." Her volume husky, failing to express any of the disgust Hollowpaw felt inside. With a quick nod to the fanged cat, she departs. Shaky paws taking them closer to the Commander.
Thankfully, it was easy to locate him. The brown om was the loudest to call out "Fishpaw" and it gave his Apprentice an idea of his location. Upon steeping closer, Hollowpaw's ears pin to her head as they call for him, keeping their volume low. "Hawkbite!" Padding closer after they had stopped, ears returning to a upright position. Hollowpaw sits to his right, close enough to show that "this was his Apprentice" but not so close it would be uncomfortable. "Question, if I'm allowed to ask. Are those...normal? The execution, I mean. I should have clarified, apologizes Also...congratulations to Fishpaw, you must be. uh. proud?" She sucked in air, the following exhale was shaky, uncertainty clawing through her. "Sorry. You two seem like an adoptive family, I shouldn't have assumed-" They cut themself off. Ears lowering in some sort of feeling of shame.
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ashpaw
