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Re: ShadowClan Clearing
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<<..thrushpaw..>> >>.. 8/100 >>.. shadowclan apprentice >>.. 8 moons [age up on 6th] >>.. afab she,her mentions,, @Watson.
Wow, sooo immature. Thrushpaw snorted at Shiverpaw's original answer. typical of kits. It wasn't like she was only eight moons old or anything, she was totally so much older. Thrush's ears pinned back, but before she could insult her entire maternal bloodline the speckled feline continued. Hah. Good choice. The ex-outsider's ears remained pinned, but her expression changed a bit. Oh. now it was a game of boasting, hMM? Thrushpaw could boast about how she killed her mother if she wanted. But she didn't. It wasn't a fun thing to talk about. The exposed trinket was flashy and golden in coloration, almost reminding her of a long, strangely shaped string of fur. There was a blob on the end of it. "Twolegs suck. I bet we could make something better." Thrushpaw scoffed. Not that she wanted to. She had things she would rather be doing than sit around making little trinkets like this strange cat. "Not that I care to." She added.
Shiverpaw huffed in condescencion. "Hmph! You're just embarrassed that your paws are too shaky to make cool trinkets," she insulted the brown tabby.
She held the trinkets closer to her with her bony paws so the older apprentice couldn't steal them from her so easily.
Her tail flicked against Thrushpaw's front legs, whipping them once, just to taunt, her expression mocking. "Why don't you try to make one? I want to see your attempts so I can laugh at them." That was a pathetic attempt at witty comebacks from Shiverpaw but she thought Thrushpaw couldn't be any more mouse-brained.
Of course, she was veeeery kind and would only giggle maniatically and tell the whole clan about how awful the older apprentice's trinkets are. Only smart cats knew how to make fine trinkets!
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Fishpaw stared at mudslide as her mentor crouched in front of her with squared shoulders and their tail and ears low, so fishpaw copied shifting her weight to match both sides as she pinned her ears back and let her tail rest behind her. Now she was getting somewhere she looked more stable and not like she was going to fall over. Fish looked over towards mudslide . She thought her stance was good, it felt right, it felt better then before and she hoped it was.
Mudslide gave her an encouraging nod, but maybe that was too much praise for the rowdy apprentice. "Both." She said. A stance like this could be used for both hunting and stealth, great at hiding when one doesn't wish to be seen. "Move." She ordered. A hunting crouch was no good if a cat couldn't stalk while remaining in that position. Shadowclan cats were all about being sneaky, and sneaky meant movement.
Plus, prey was easy to startle. If one wished to catch up with a mouse they'd have to be light on their paws or they'd be easily detected by any prey, blind or not. "Weight." Shifting their weight, to be exact. To achieve a light as a feather feeling or effect, there had to be a shifting of weight, more on their paws and less their legs.
Mudslide watched with icy eyes, ready to critique when needed. She understood that her instructions were pretty vague, but Mudslide didn't like to talk, and she wasn't going to force herself to.
Bleedingpaw
Shadowclan Apprentice | He/Him | 10 Moons
Just a Scratch | Shadow Fiend | Hulk SMASH!
Pheh! What cowards his clanmates were! No one was coming to save him from this beast! He was being slobbered to death here people, step in would you?
Well, Scorpionpaw better learn that 'dead' did not mean Dead and that in this life all too many cats came back from that. Twitching once, twice and rising with a theatrical groan the tom placed a paw on her flank, baring his fangs in a mock evil grin.
"Hungry? Yes Im hungry.... Hungry for your blood! Fear me for I am the dread evil Bleedingstar! Killed once and came back wrong you shall not defeat me again beast! Raaaaaaagh!"
And thus he began trying to pay back Scorpionpaws slobbery attack opening jaws wide to mouth at the younger cats face, letting the drool build to sodden fur. It. Was. Disgusting. Just gross, totally below the dignity he'd been raised with but he was doing it anyways to avenge his poor poor gross ear.
No escape for little demons who had properly earned the worlds most slimy bath, complete with fake snarls broken up by snickering as the tom pursued her despite any amount of wiggling to escape she attempted. He wasnt the best at pinning but he'd do that to to make sure 'Bleedingstar' 'ate' his fill of 'blood'.
[Scorpionpaw]
ShadowClan Apprentice
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Her eyes widened with shock. Scorp's head turned sharply and she was about to get up and run but it was too late! With a scream, Scorpionpaw was rolled onto her side and pinned into the snow, receiving slobbery play bites and licked to her face. It wasn't really a pin, but more of being laid atop of and being smaller, she was unable to shove him off her.
"EWWWWW!!!"
She screamed more before laughter replaced it. It was a mixture of shrills and laughter as she tried over and over to escape Bleedingstar. Someone save her! Anyone! Bleedingpaw as wrecking her fur! She'd never recover from this! "HEELLLLP!!! HE'S EATING ME!!!" She squealed between laughter. The brown tabby bapped him a couple times, at least the best she could. They looked absolutely ridiculous, but did they care? Scorp definitely didn't.
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@Mica - Emberpaw | @wolfie - Houndpaw | @Moonraven - Weepingpaw
[you three don't have to respond! but I figured if any of the siblings would come, it'd probably be them! lol]
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ [ @Rani @SuspiciousMindz ] ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ── .✦ ➜ The chocolate brown tom had spent all afternoon digging a hole within the fluffy snow. His paws were freezing by the time he had completely finished. It was worth it to settle within the ground, becoming a walking hazard. A low rumble escaped him and Houndpaw drifted off to a deep slumber while the snowfall covered him. Could he sleep his own nest? Of course, but it wasn't the same. (Besides, he had gained his own affinity for the cold.)
His sleep was dreamless until the familiar voice of his sister rung out throughout the clearing. Golden irises slowly blinked opened in confusion, lifting his head from his hole. Sleep hadn't quite left him when he heard Scorpionpaw's cry for help. Immediately, the apprentice leapt into action to save her.
Oversized paws slammed against the ground, and to be completely frank Houndpaw was too sleepy to quite realize that his sister was playing around. He saw her getting pinned down and it was GO-TIME! His muscles bunched together and he launched himself at Scorpionpaw's attacker, attempting to slam into them at the very least. "DIE!!!!! GET-T AWAY FROM MY SIS-SSY!!!" He yelled, snarling the last bit.
"If you think it's an okay name, then that explains why I'm not allowed to name kits." The warrior chuckled. There was an easy joke there, about a Skunkkit being smelly, but she refrained from telling it. "You understand what I meant."
Smokefern turned her gaze to the cats wandering the clearing. "I'm sure whatever names you decide on will be good ones. And that they'll be in good paws under your care."
Sure do, SmokeFern! she giggled, Under our care. All my friends, family and of course, LynxPelt. the warrior purred happily. She couldn't believe this was actually all happening, it felt like she had her warrior ceremony just yesterday, now she is going to have her own family, It really all felt so surreal.
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A thought had been chewing on Bleedingpaw for a time after thoughts of Lostspark had settled, growing tolerable. His Mama was not coming back, not now not ever probably, and he would need to move on and settle in his skin with this loss at some point. Dawnstar had said grief was understandable, however Bleedingpaw knew in his heart that stagnation was unacceptable.
He needed closure, a connection to his Mama he couldnt lose that helped him move forward and onward, even if it went unused. Bleedingpaw could be strong like his Mama, amazing like his Mama, he just needed to learn to be.
So, spotting Rookfire who'd lost a role at the recent gathering that neither cat even knew about, Bleedingpaw approached. "Mister Rookfire? Um, can I ask you for something?
I-I. I've been thinking about Mama a lot after.... After she died. Its been hard to keep going, especially after someone removed her nest from the warriors den." That'd prompted a breakdown and Bleedingpaw still wanted bloody vengeance should he ever find the cat who did it. "I realized that I-I think I need something of her that cant be taken away from me. I dont think Ill settle without it."
A deep breath in for bravery. "I dont wanna be a medicine cat, it'd feel too much like giving up on a path Im still working hard on, but could you teach me some herbs Mister Rookfire? Mama made me learn poisons after Smokekit died eating them but that memory is kinda.... Tainted by his death. Id really like to know some of the knowledge she used to save instead, the herbs she always smelled like when I was a kitten."
It was an odd request, especially for a cat who never really had intentions of healing but it was important for Bleedingpaw.
ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan med | early 20s ]
[ purrks ]
the cooling air swishing through his fur, rookfire sat, icy eyes fixed on a unspecified location between camp entrance and the tightly woven bramble protecting them from predators and sight when a familiar voice sounded next to him. "'course" the medic nodded, grey eyes moving away from where he'd been staring holes into the camp walls to eye bleedingpaw. silence lingered between them, unbroken until the golden apprentice continued. his feelings on lostspark had always been positive even after she threatened him with death upon his joining, she'd treated him with a cold fairness he only recently grew to appreciate. perhaps age cleared up certain things. maybe he just got smarter.
his angular head cocked slightly in question, he watched bleedingpaw inhale deeply. something of her that couldnt be taken from him? rook couldnt help but feel a bit uneasy at the possibility of being asked for information he simply did not have. sure he'd been her apprentice, but there wasnt much interpersonal talk between the two. surely less than between her and bleedingpaw anyway.
but as it turned out, knowledge unique to lostsparks and his shared rank was bleedingpaws wish. a wish rookfire would happily fulfil. "sure." he answered simply before taking a moment to think it over. the scent aspect stood out, most of the more useful herbs rarely carried a heavy scent that'd cling to pelts but what do they say? the dose makes the poison?
"okay, listen well then-" he winked at bleedingpaw "-we'll do some basic first aid for now. herbs you'll find easily that are commonly used. ah. lets start with poppy, chervil and borage. poppys are bright red flowers, 'm sure you've seen em on patrol before, with a black center. we need the seeds. theyre used ta' ease pain n put injured cats to sleep. overall, three for large cats, 2 for the average warrior n never more than one for kits or apprentices." he listed off briskly, "any questions yet?"
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"Our care." She corrected. "Though you and Lynxpelt will do most of the initial work."
She fluffed up her fur as a chilly breeze moved through the Clearing. Smokefern couldn't say she hated any season, but she was looking forward to it becoming warm again.
"Speaking of, do you need help with anything? Bit of extra moss or pelt for the nest?"
Lightstreak padded into the clearing. She turned uncertainly, as if having no one to talk to. Eventaully she just sat down in a shady corner watching the clan do their buisiness.
Lightstreak padded into the clearing. She turned uncertainly, as if having no one to talk to. Eventaully she just sat down in a shady corner watching the clan do their buisiness.
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 ]
➢ If Hollowpaw knew anything about lurking, you certainly didn't do it in broad daylight, though she could excuse it just this once, it was freezing out here! The bitter cold causing her to shiver slightest, even if they tried to stop themself from doing it. Company in the shade was nice so she couldn't exactly blame Lightstreak and hey, it would be nice to talk to someone outside of their normal circle so it was time for the approach! A comment on the weather would do...!
"Lightstreak!" A call to attention as they drew closer, sitting within the shaded area yet far away enough to give the shecat respectable space. "Chilly isn't it? Burr! Sort of hoping newleaf isn't far, ya know? How about you, eh?" Her voice is friendly enough, or at least her their opinion. It still held the normal blankness and husky sound but it would have to do.
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