ShadowClan Apprentices' Den

[Myling]

Willowpaw
shc apprentice - 10 moons - she/her
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´´the shadowclan apprentice watched as snowflakes drifted down outside the warm den. the moon continued to rise far above the forest, beams of moonlight filtering onto the snowy scene willowpaw could see. it felt ethereally calm. she'd taken notice over the past few days that she finally relaxed at night, after a day filled of a variety of stress factors. those days mostly involved endless boredom, the rare occasion of an event, or the nearly-cryptid, nerve-wracking training session. at times getting horribly embarrassed was thrown into the mix. now the apprentice huddled alone, curled up in the nest she'd picked out, as far away from all the other cats as she could get. it was colder near the entrance of the trunk, and sometimes small flurries of snowflakes settled themselves on her pelt, despite the trunk's slowly decaying trunk above. today things hadn't been too bad, but these days a day was never good. there was never a day where she was happy and full of energy. there was never a day where she didn't think about being useless - which had already been a rather scarce resource. there was never a day she was eager to do something, anything.

at the gathering the previous night, willowpaw hadn't been able to muster up the nerves to even talk to someone. so no cheesy jokes to cheer herself up..... though, if she was being totally honest, willowpaw was pretty sure those wouldn't have worked, even if she could've pulled them off. she heaved an exhausted sigh. she was too hungry to fall asleep, and she hadn't caught anything for the clan in the past week or so, and didn't want to feel like she was freeloading too much. so instead, her nagging brain drifted off to existential topics to occupy itself. a tiny shudder ran through her, as it normally did when she thought of things like these. what exactly was the world? what was she seeing, hearing, feeling and smelling? how in starclan's name did it even come to be? she didn't know the answers to any of those questions. she didn't like thinking about it; it made her heart feel a little hollow, as thought it was about to collapse into itself. as though the world might collapse in on itself, because she thought of something she wasn't supposed to think of.
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.... maybe she should think about something else.....``

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[Rowan]

DARKPAW
Posts: 23 | Male | 8 Moons
Purrks: Silvertongue T1
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DarkPaw sat alone in a far corner of the apprentices den, his gaze distant as he stared at the ground beneath him. The camp felt overwhelming today. Too many voices, too many eyes. He pulled his paws closer to himself, curling into a tight ball as if he could hide from the world. His tail flicked restlessly, but he didn’t move. The cold nipped at him, causing slight shivering. His thoughts swirled around him like a storm—too much to process in such little time, too much to keep in his head. He felt like he was constantly pretending to be someone he wasn’t, and the mask he wore was starting to feel heavy. It was tiring, always making sure no one saw the truth behind his anxious exterior. What would they think if they knew? What would they say if they knew just how much he feared his own damned, cursed mind?

“Stay calm…”he muttered under his breath. “Just… focus on your hobbies and interests. Focus on training. Keep it together.” But the words didn’t make him feel any better. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep pretending. The pressure to be better, to meet the expectations others had for him, weighed heavily on him. His mother’s death had brought relief, but it also brought guilt. Guilt that he was free but couldn’t escape the feeling of being a failure. DarkPaw closed his eyes, trying to quiet the endless voices in his mind. He just needed a moment of peace, something to hold onto.



[CLOSED]

[Morrigan]

Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrks: Mind reader(permanently active) and Shadow fiend(inactive)

With winter's arrival came a fresh array of dilemmas. Along with a whole new lot of reasons for Quietpaw to be even more grumpy, including, but not limited to, : The lack of edible creatures, the dark, gloomy days, oh and don't even get her started on the weather. Speaking of which, the less than ideal temperatures were what had forced her to seek refuge in one of the most distasteful spots in her opinion: the noisy, crowded apprentices' den. Ugh.

So here the dark splotched apprentice was, loafing in the scraped together remains of her previously perfect nest(she'd had a bit of a fit of rage following...well if you know you know.), a perpetually brooding expression plastered on her features. Luckily, her plumed coat offered some protection for the chilly zephyrs outside the den but she still had to coil into herself in an attempt to keep some warmth to herself. What a miserable season...how fitting winter was her birth month. It seemed to fit her characteristics of coldness and unforgiving nature.

The realisation the day of her birth was quick approaching brought more grim topics to ponder. Soon, she'd be 12 moons old...it was so strange how time seemed to pass so quickly yet simultaneously took eternity. So much had happened, so much change. Mostly for the worse. For once, she felt ancient. She hadn't even reached maturity yet but...mentally she'd grown up so much. Her, warriorhood, her future lay ahead...a future of more pain no doubt. Was she ready? Time didn't stop for anything or anyone, she would never be completely compared but she had toughened and become a more formidable cat, capable of protecting herself. It was hard to believe she was once that silent, reclusive kitten all those moons ago and now she was such a cruel, bloodthirsty individual...smarter yet more troubled. More change would come...nothing could halt it and she knew that all too well.

OPEN

[phoenix]

QUILLPAW
he/him | 12 moons | tall, dark grey tabby tom, varying grey markings with heterochromatic amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader, silver tongue ]

with the cold weather, quillpaw had received a scratchy throat and a slight cough. nothing more, at least, so far. he hopes it stays that way, too. he's already behind, so behind, it feels like - despite thrush's praise in his mind. he needs to learn more, both from the calico and lessons that will go towards his actual warrior training. he feels like he's nearly done, there's really only one thing left that he wants to learn before he becomes a warrior. flaying. a bit of a gory practice, but he feels he needs it to be successful. r eventually make grandmother proud.

with a grimace, he trudges into the apprentice's den, a shallow cough shaking his form. his throat itches, a sign of another incoming cough, but he tries to suppress it as he heads to his nest. or, he would have headed to his nest, until.he spots his sister and his pace falters. he really hasn't talked to any of his littermates (or family, at all) after the meeting. he doesn't really want to, considering half of them pissed him off. quietpaw, however...well, she didn't really do much other than run off.

"hello, sister." he greets upon approaching his littermate, voice a tad raspier than usual. "you look troubled. though, I suppose that's normal for you, isn't it?" he remarks, settling into a sitting position.

[ @Morrigan ]

[Diamondfur]

Shadowkit was practicing stalking on a leaf. "its good practice." he thought. but then Shadowkit sees a live huge mouse, one bigger than one he's ever seen, in the clearing through the corner of his eye he crouches then rushes at it and pounces on it killing it with one swipe. with the mouse in his mouth caring it over to the fresh-kill pile he has pride in his eyes he looks around seeing if anyone saw what he did. he also wished that the leader or the clan deputy was looking. or one of the senior warriors or even an elder or an aprentice.



[open rp to all pls]
Shadowkit walks over to the aprentice den from the elders den and walks in.

(going off from above from the clearing/elders den)


Shadowkit walks in with the huge mouse he caught in the clearing

"does any apprentices want a mouse?" Shadowkit mews with the mouse in his mouth.


[open rp]

[Morrigan]

Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrks: Mind reader(permanently active) and Shadow fiend(inactive)

And so the curse striked again, stars forbid Quietpaw ever enjoy uninterrupted solitude. Harsh gaze snaps towards Quillpaw, her frown deepening, not because she despised her brother(well he was a bit annoying but he didn't deserve her hatred) but just because she wanted to be left alone, particularly on this gloomy, frigid day. But now he was here, with the usual sarcastic remark that often resembled her own, so what was there to do but use the same old tactic of being mean and leaving them less keen.

A forced smile plastered onto her maw, she reluctantly answers. "Hello, Quillpaw. You sound like you've got a thistle stuck in your throat, though I suppose that's normal for you..." She quipped, mirroring his own snarkiness. You know, that would explain his attitude as well. "Isn't it?" the apprentice added, a hint of taunting prominent in her voice. Oh the joy of having siblings. You always have someone to bicker with. Truthfully it wasn't a good thing, more like an unspoken obligation.

(Sorry for late reply! ^^')

@phoenix

[FruitBatz]

Turtlepaw slept

[kira]

Cougarpaw tossed and turned in her nest, clearly having a nightmare. (Closed, activity)