ShadowClan Grimpeak

[harbinger]

Hollowpaw
‘The Hauntress’

Shadow Fiend: Inactive | Chill of Death: Permanently Active
[ black and white cat, blue and amber eyes. face and shoulder scarring. | she/they ]
[ #VGCHollow ]

➢ Apprenticeship after Apprenticeship. This was not new for anyone, so Hollowpaw felt no obligation to get up and greet Weepingpaw formally. His mother already grabbing her lost attention. …What was she even talking about? Why ask for opinions if she didn’t care- Nevermind. It didn’t matter now. Hollowpaw would simply remove herself from the conversation. Standing up and moving through the crowd before stopping dead in her tracks. Why did he look at her like that?!

Why did he look so…apologetic? What did he do? What had she done? Was he doing that because of getting another Apprentice? That surly had to be the reason and totally not her just jumping to conclusions, she would like never do that! Totally! Blue and amber eyes catch his blinking regardless, it caused her to raise an eyebrow in confusion for a heartbeat or two before her eyes located the dark brown cat. Paws back in motion as they approached from behind the Commander. Avoiding any true contact with Weepingpaw as if she didn’t pick him up moments prior. They had to be like super dark and mysterious or whatever, you know? Instead, as she faced Hawkbite, they would give the other Apprentice a glance from the corner of her vision, it was distrusting and held words that she would not say, pure disdain.

The ghost in the clearing was something they had no mind, purely because she was off in la la land the moment the former Enforcer appeared, even now it was clear in her eyes that her mind was elsewhere as they spoke. Avoiding eye contact with the Commander and staring low; at his paws. Her tongue laced with unclear irritation that had clearly built up over the past moon or two. “Hawkbite, Commander, sir…?” Uncertainty on what exactly to call him, even after three (almost four) moons of training. “I wish you the best with Weepingpaw, let me know if you require anything….” Cutting herself off as an urge to give off a somewhat decent impression. Though her voice was quiet with the statement.

“…and congratulations. I look forward to training with you…” Husky and holding untold emotion, was it jealousy? Anger? Or just general frustration? Hollowpaw didn’t know and she didn’t care to figure it out, that was for her roleplayer to deal with after all! With her word store being sucked dry they leave. Turning straight to the Apprentice den and entering the darkened den.

[ @SuspiciousMindz @Moonraven ]

[Estelle]

Sleepysunrise
[ 14 moons | She / Her | Shc Medicine Cat | Shadow Fiend ]

The owl patrol... She remembered Miss Grandmama stating the could be bait alongside that other warrior, a curse of her small size to be sure, and Sleepysunrise still didn't know how she felt about that specific sentiment; basically being compared to owl fodder. A bit of a pout could be seen tracing her face thinking back about that. And totally not a way for her grandmother to get rid of her, right? She wondered if Miss Grandmama still wanted her on the patrol as bait. Or if she would be banned from attending at all - for what it's worth, as much as she didn't want to be fed to owl by her family's paws, she would still rather attend. Besides, part of that was her plan, the one she made and came up with. It was only right for her to attend in that case.

[Moonraven]

Heeeeeey! Did he wanna fight? Weepingpaw shook his head frantically after the cuff he got by his mentor's tail. The apprentice was ready to try and munch the tail again when he felt another tail on his back. His head whipped around to chomp until he saw who the tail belonged to. It was just Mamawhisker. His head tilts itself after he registers her words, he had to be careful who he bit. Why? Was Bite stinky? The older tom didn't smell bad to him. Weepingpaw knew better than to stick bad-smelling things near his mouth.

He wanted to ask, but Momster's voice was booming again. He did not want to draw the leader's ire, so he sat, hearing but not listening, and occasionally swung a paw out to try and catch Bite's tail between his paws so he could nip the tail tip. While his paws were busy he tried to figure out what Bite was to Mamawhisker. They were too close, Momster never let anyone touch her that wasn't family, most cats were too scared to he was sure.

He'd said Mamawhisker was at least as half as scary as Momster. Did she always let cats lean on her or wack her with their tail? Oh! Maybe! Maybe! "Out! Never out been I." Weepingpaw's train of thought derailed at the mention of a tour. He shot to his paws, tail raised high, and bounced towards Bite. He was sticking everything in his mouth!

Weepingpaw froze mid-pawstep when he heard his name. This time it was from the rude cat. Curiosity twinkled in his big orange eyes when he learned that Rude was training with Bite. Weepingpaw had to share Bite with Rude! He parted his maw to complain about this, but something about Rude that made him pause. Was she mad? Sad? He couldn't put his paw on it but it made him feel icky. He would have cuddled her since cuddles made him feel better. But she was gone before he had a chance.

He'd cuddle her and forgive her when he found her later. Weepingpaw trotted the rest of the way to his mentor and waited for him to lead the way out.
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