Re: Enforcer Challenge Owl v Rook [spectators welcome]
Smokefern
|| She/her || 34 Moons ||
The warrior listened to the others silently. As she had said to Lambthistle, she had little opinion who became or stayed an Enforcer. The goings on of the high ranks were of little interest to her. Yes, it was good to know who was above her in order to show proper deference, but the squabbles of those trying for the rank were boring. It wasn't apathy, well, not entirely. But Rookfire and Owlthroat were qualified for the position, and she wasn't close enough to either to be swayed to either's side. And the clan seemed about as split. Smokefern let out a quiet sigh, and shook her head.
Re: Enforcer Challenge Owl v Rook [spectators welcome]
[Scorpionpaw]
ShadowClan Apprentice
35/100
No Purrks
Scorpionpaw almost felt distraught as the fight came to an end, the she-cat staring between the Commander, Owlthroat, and Rookfire. Her claws were still itching and when Fishpaw gave her a side-eye, she didn't even notice. Her Mama spoke up and the apprentice grew eager to hear her thoughts, but instead she called out for Mudslide and that was it. A large sigh escaped her, waiting for the Enforcer to speak next and thankfully, she replied rather quickly. She didn't have to wait very long for it.
But... it didn't sound like a warrior. It sounded like... Fishpaw? No.. it couldn't be Fishpaw. Her amber eyes looked up at the older apprentice, but her mouth wasn't moving. She trailed the voice to Mudslide who was speaking and her brows furrowed with confusion. Now, the real Fishpaw spoke up, defending herself and Scorp just stared at her with a weird expression before looking at her Mama for any kind of sign or reaction.
Was this normal activity??
Do cats really sound like each other? WHAT WAS HAPPENING?!
"I dunno who the real Fishpaw is right now," she stared between Mudslide and Fishpaw. "Did anyone else find that odd? Is this normal? HOW'D YOU DO THAT?!" she nearly yelled at Mudslide, prying for answers before the scent of blood reminded her what was happening. It made her claws itch, again; they were tearing up the ground beneath her, again.
Looking at Rookfire with a small grin, "Anyways, I don't think Rookfire should stay a simple warrior. He should be given a shot, Mama. He fought well. I don't know what Hullo's talking about, but based on his actions right now, I think you should give him another shot. He's been the only warrior to help me train something of use," she commented, her gaze shifting to her Mama. Did her opinion matter right now? She wasn't sure, but she wasn't going to keep her trap shut.
rookfires dark tail tip tapped the ground calmly, a simple gesture to pass the time and keep his mind occupied. he had never been one for sitting still, not as a kit, apprentice or anything else, but limiting his movement to something as easily missed as the tip of his tail, conveniently blocked off by the rest of his body, was a compromise he was willing to make.
calculated calm was what he wanted the others to see. a mask so well practiced and reinforced over the past twenty moons of his life, most couldnt see through.
he wasnt a proud cat, he was a realist, he knew shadowclan would put him on the spot over and over again. one might call it fruitless labour but even if it was the last thing he did, rookfire would prove himself worthy over and over, no matter what it took.
it could be an endless cycle for all he cared, but with enough patience, his work would pay off. shadowclan was his ride or die, had been for almost an entire season cycle, more than half his life. he knew what he had to offer and could see through his clanmates bias.
all words spoken with confidence, hailing owlthroats win brushed past his ego like water rolling off a ducks back. he was a realist.
newtbellys opinion hardly mattered anymore than yarrowkits did. neither tuftedtusk nor him were anything special, no better than the average warrior, certainly not cut out for the position of enforcer and well.. they were both cursed by one rotten trait. the inability to differentiate between fact and what their precious little hearts said was glaringly obvious in both of them.
rookfire was tempted to comment on it, or at least clarify that he had wanted to challenge them both instead of owlthroat but depending on the way this turned out, dawnstars and hawkbites decision to let him at owlthroat might work out in his favour after all.
the former medicine cat was almost too caught up in his thoughts to hear briarsplash and nightshiver speak up.
nothing in briarsplashs regular nonchalant appearance nor his own thoughts spitting venom at two unrightful enforcers couldve prepared him for the odd clenching in his chest at their openly voiced support. a low gust of panic shot through him momentarily, passing along his body unnoticed, spar the disrupted rhythm in the flick of his tail, before the warrior could catch himself. he had no lingering sickness, no poison ingested recently in preparation for the challenge, why in starclans name did his heart clench like the devil was breathing down his neck-
there was no time to linger on questions. silver eyes narrowed, rook shrugged his shoulders, sitting up a bit straighter and focussed on dawnstar and the last remaining enforcer to offer their opinion.
that was until a unfamiliar voice chirped up from somewhere in the audience and rookfires expression derailed from careful neutrality to baffled confusion.
who the hell even was that child?
briefly, the former medic wondered if he had somehow mixed up magpiecove and that black and white overgrown kit and threatened to cut out their tongue rather than magpiecoves. but no, that was ridiculous to even consider. rookfire remembered the cats he threatened, and especially magpiecove with her positive development (from what he had seen anyway) would stay on his mind for a while longer.
anyway, where was he? ah, blinking at the black and white apprentice as if that would make her rambling make any more sense. not to mention the fact that rookfire couldnt even place the apprentice apart from seeing them practically glued to hawkbites side like he was their lifeline. and now they were oh so confident about what he does and doesnt do? ridiculous.
their comment about 'ranks shouldnt be earned' went against quite literally all their society was built on, and, 'we have enough cats for the enforcer rank' was exactly what riverclan would resort to when faced with the choice between two skilled (or in their case mediocre) warriors and only one higher ranking position open. it was foolish. the easy way out.
easy wasnt always right. how could shadowclan metaphorically reach for the stars and foster an environment of greatness without a challenge to the present? realistically, by the apprentices logic, dawnstar had been wrong in demoting her last deputy since they had earned the position once, but oh! it appeared there was another issue with that train of thought! too bad, it sounded like the apprentice was contradicting herself.
rookfires sandpaper tongue flicked out to wet his lips, who declared you the judge of my engagement? perhaps you'd notice if you gathered your strength to leave hawkbites side for even a moment" mmh too rude, hawkbite had asked everyone for their input.
instead of speaking up, he replied with a tilt of his head only, remaining quiet and returning his gaze to dawnstar.
for a cat rookfire couldnt even put a name to, they sure seemed to have a lot of strong opinions about him. perhaps he should be flattered, it wasnt any day that a cat got so jealous they become obsessed with what they perceive as ones flaws. the situation was ridiculous and rook wasnt one to pass up on a good joke but in all seriousness, what else besides jealousy could be the reason for their apparent obsession? he had never talked to them, not once, and had been going about his time training apprentices and furthering his own experience, what the hell else was he supposed to do? unless mystery apprentice had some extra task hidden in their nest, rook was doing all he could.
on a more positive note, his favourite little rascal decided to voice her input as well, earning a soft smile from rookfire, genuinely appreciative of what she offered to the conversation. scorpionpaw was shaping up to be a good asset to shadowclan, even if she was only a pawful of moons into apprenticeship.
Re: Enforcer Challenge Owl v Rook [spectators welcome]
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 47 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat’s yellow gaze wandered idly as he listened to the back and forth of the clan, the sinking feeling settling on his chest that he might not walk away with his rank wholly intact. It was a strange feeling, his assurance fading and ebbing at the very edges of his being. His whole identity at the risk of being stripped from him like a mewling kit away from its mother.
But his face stood firm, a unyielding mask. Teeth gritted with the determination to take the deliberation that would inevitably come his way.
Re: Enforcer Challenge Owl v Rook [spectators welcome]
As the she-cat joined her, Dawnstar found that she seemed to be under some assumption about what she was called for. The leader blinked her eyes slowly as she began speaking, only it wasn't the broken-up speech she had spoken with in her den. The voice wasn't even her's, it was Fishpaw. If this was the first time she had heard, she might have been as confused as everyone else, but it was not.
The leader didn't comprehend how some cats could mimic voices so accurately, but it didn't matter much, as she didn't care to understand it. The same way she didn't care to understand why some cats were brought back from that dead and others weren't. It was simply something that could be done. It was a neat trick, but it simply had Dawnstar further troubled by the she-cat.
Dawnstar glanced at her daughter, who seemed to be among the only other cats who noticed that Mudslide had spoken in Fishpaw's voice. Dawnstar felt a little bad for throwing shade on Fishpaw, but even if Dawnstar hadn't been watching Mudslide, she would never have believed the apprentice would give such a complicated answer to who she favored. There was too much thought put into it. "About as normal as cats coming back to life. I wouldn't think too hard on it, I doubt you'll get an answer you'll like." She grunts to her daughter and then returns her attention to Mudslide.
@SuspiciousMindz
Her words were interesting, playing off of Owlthroat's last misstep and temper. He had been punished for that, rightly so, and yet to act out again. Hollowpaw's words about Rookfire's demotion had the leader's whiskers twitching; she had her opinion about that, alongside Rookfire merely doing his usual duties to the clan. Yet she wouldn't waste her breath arguing one side or the other. The clan leader had already weighed their wrongdoings, even though Owlthroat's was technically minor compared to Rookfire's demotion from medicine cat, as Owlthroat actually did the deed and Rookfire had simply been accused and removed due to the leader's paranoia, Owlthroat was more in the wrong than Rookfire.
But she was getting completely off topic here. She'd be pondering all day if she jumped further down that rabbit hole. Worst comes to worst, she could tally those who made a decent argument and pick who was favored from there, but first, she needed to get this figured out. "Mudslide, do you want to be an Enforcer?"
It was not a question she's ever bothered asking any of her former or current Enforcers; they all made it very clear that they were quite happy and honored with the role. Mudslide had not. The she-cat has never been seen interested in standing out for as far as Dawnstar could recall. She was devoted and steadfast, sure, but she could say the same of Doeflame, Hilldstrider, and many others.
She was present, but nothing outstanding. A spare to say the least. She seemed to go out of her way to avoid attention. Dawnstar had thought it was maybe nervousness or uneasiness with how she acted after being called to her den, but the way she showed up and spoke in Fishpaw's voice, throwing a great deal of attention on the young apprentice, made Dawnstar believe that Mudslide didn't like the spotlight. The only reason Mudslide had made the rank was because Dawnstar had wanted more Enforcers and Mistlewhisker spoke on her behalf. Getting a clear answer on whether Mudslide wanted to be in the rank would help her determine what to do with Owlthroat and Rookfire.
"Owlthroat and Rookfire have proven through blood and pain how much they want to stand among the elites. Since you're the only one I've had doubts about as of late, I do need an honest answer."
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Hawkbite's gaze shifted towards Hollowpaw when she spoke up. It was unreadable, although there was slight irritation building up internally. That was quickly diminished when he realized it might've been partially his fault for these thoughts. He had similar feelings about Rookfire for similar reasonings.
Next, he followed Fishpaw's voice... to see Mudslide. Had he not been exposed to this a couple times from other cats, he might've been shocked as well, but he wasn't. The real Fishpaw spoke up to defend herself and Hawkbite's whiskers would merely twitch to express his amusement about it. Although, it appeared Dawnstar wasn't asking Mudslide for her opinion.
The question that came from her maw surprised him. His tail tip twitched with interest, his gaze settling on Mudslide, who was cuddled up next to Roachflare. Surely, she wanted this position? That's why she accepted the role, wasn't it? That was why she was always on top of everything when something went wrong. Hawkbite eyed her curiously, waiting for her response. Dawnstar had really put her on the spot, hadn't she.
roachflares head poked out of the warriors den once the fighting quieted and the clearing fell back into relative silence. whereas the cheerful crowd had been a bit too much to handle for bug, on this particular day anyway, he was curious either way. especially when dawnstars massive body came into view, followed shortly by her calling for muds. the small tom scurried across the empty space seperating themselves from the crowd, took a deep breath, and slipped between the mismatched carpet of pelts. rounded ears pressed tightly against his skull, they found themselves wandering pretty much aimlessly, too short to see much of anything without standing on his hind legs. which he obviously would avoid at any cost.
bug had no business deciding anything regarding the enforcers or even his fellow warriors, almost hesitant to correct apprentices with warrior company at times, so most of what had been said before they resurfaced had fallen on deaf ears. ro0kfire and owlthroat were somewhere to his left, judging by the metallic scent hanging in the warm air and roach managed to follow his friends scent until they slipped out of the crowd once more.
tri colour pelt ruffled and almost standing on edge with static energy, roachflare avoided dawnstars gaze like their life depended on it and shuffled to press his side to mudslides.
one day he'd have to ask her about that voice replication thing again, thoughts already circling the ideal presence. free from the dryness that ran down their throat every time they spoke, and no longer inflating in shame. "okay?" they muttered into mudslides short fur before busying bugs maw by grooming her shoulder diligently.
[ @Marigoldwhisper - this was supposed to be a double post but i kind of escalated in rooks section so take this shorter one for now ]
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Originally Posted by Undertaker
As the she-cat joined her, Dawnstar found that she seemed to be under some assumption about what she was called for. The leader blinked her eyes slowly as she began speaking, only it wasn't the broken-up speech she had spoken with in her den. The voice wasn't even her's, it was Fishpaw. If this was the first time she had heard, she might have been as confused as everyone else, but it was not.
The leader didn't comprehend how some cats could mimic voices so accurately, but it didn't matter much, as she didn't care to understand it. The same way she didn't care to understand why some cats were brought back from that dead and others weren't. It was simply something that could be done. It was a neat trick, but it simply had Dawnstar further troubled by the she-cat.
Dawnstar glanced at her daughter, who seemed to be among the only other cats who noticed that Mudslide had spoken in Fishpaw's voice. Dawnstar felt a little bad for throwing shade on Fishpaw, but even if Dawnstar hadn't been watching Mudslide, she would never have believed the apprentice would give such a complicated answer to who she favored. There was too much thought put into it. "About as normal as cats coming back to life. I wouldn't think too hard on it, I doubt you'll get an answer you'll like." She grunts to her daughter and then returns her attention to Mudslide.
@SuspiciousMindz
Her words were interesting, playing off of Owlthroat's last misstep and temper. He had been punished for that, rightly so, and yet to act out again. Hollowpaw's words about Rookfire's demotion had the leader's whiskers twitching; she had her opinion about that, alongside Rookfire merely doing his usual duties to the clan. Yet she wouldn't waste her breath arguing one side or the other. The clan leader had already weighed their wrongdoings, even though Owlthroat's was technically minor compared to Rookfire's demotion from medicine cat, as Owlthroat actually did the deed and Rookfire had simply been accused and removed due to the leader's paranoia, Owlthroat was more in the wrong than Rookfire.
But she was getting completely off topic here. She'd be pondering all day if she jumped further down that rabbit hole. Worst comes to worst, she could tally those who made a decent argument and pick who was favored from there, but first, she needed to get this figured out. "Mudslide, do you want to be an Enforcer?"
It was not a question she's ever bothered asking any of her former or current Enforcers; they all made it very clear that they were quite happy and honored with the role. Mudslide had not. The she-cat has never been seen interested in standing out for as far as Dawnstar could recall. She was devoted and steadfast, sure, but she could say the same of Doeflame, Hilldstrider, and many others.
She was present, but nothing outstanding. A spare to say the least. She seemed to go out of her way to avoid attention. Dawnstar had thought it was maybe nervousness or uneasiness with how she acted after being called to her den, but the way she showed up and spoke in Fishpaw's voice, throwing a great deal of attention on the young apprentice, made Dawnstar believe that Mudslide didn't like the spotlight. The only reason Mudslide had made the rank was because Dawnstar had wanted more Enforcers and Mistlewhisker spoke on her behalf. Getting a clear answer on whether Mudslide wanted to be in the rank would help her determine what to do with Owlthroat and Rookfire.
"Owlthroat and Rookfire have proven through blood and pain how much they want to stand among the elites. Since you're the only one I've had doubts about as of late, I do need an honest answer."
@Marigoldwhisper
Mudslide
She, Her\Enforcer\23 moons\Shadowclan
"There's blood in the water. The quiet are restless, the silent are still"
(fair CW! this post contains mentions of nausea and anxiety, plus maybeee disassociation? please, read carefully!)
Marbled ears perked as Roachflare trotted out of the warriors den and made his way to her, two toned eyes looking up at her with a level of concern. Mudslide returned his gaze, but she didn't move. She was stiff, admittedly grateful for the support, but stiff. She gave him a nod, but even at his persistent grooming, she didn't relax, her icy eyes darting to her large paws which shuffled uncomfortably in mud.
Mudslide didn't appreciate how this whole event was turned on her, like she was some kind of show pony to be questioned in front of a crowd, to squeak and mumble to merely entertain. She'd came here to state an opinion, and even that was rare. If eyes weren't on her before, they certainly were now, burning holes into her pelt, watching, waiting, calculating, judging. Just one pair of eyes was enough to make her feel uncomfortable, but now she had to tense to keep herself from squirming.
In truth, she wasn't even sure why she was chosen for the elites. Mudslide fancied herself average, she wanted to be average. She figured her worth ethic made her stand out? The acknowledgement of doing anything human or humanizing would break the facade of being unbreakable, of being untouchable. Two things she wasn't, two things she didn't want others to know. She remembered she used to be expressive, she used to chirp and smile, sometimes run around camp just for pure fun. But it brought her too many acknowledging glances, too many chances for cats to figure her out and her weaknesses. Everything had been exploited before, she refused to let it happen again.
But now she was here. Questioned for her position. She only hadn't approached Dawnstar to be removed from the ranks because she'd talked herself out of it. No regular warrior would turn down the mere thought of being an Enforcer, and while Mudslide hated the heat of a spotlight, she was willing to fake it if she wouldn't be questioned for even denying the position.
But like many of her plans, they backfired. Terribly.
Mudslide wanted to throw up, truthfully. The world was swaying, her ears were buzzing, and there was this stutter in her eyes, a small glint of pure uncontrollable anxiety and discomfort. She wound her tail around her paws, mud carried along by wispy fur.
It wasn't even a hard question. In fact, she would've answered fine if she'd been somewhere thousands of eyes couldn't stare at her. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to be anywhere. She just wanted to be alone. With a few exceptions of course, but that wasn't the point. Oh to disappear, she wished she could just melt into shadow and run away. She was only ever good at running it seemed.
Finally, the oriental lifted her head, her expression carrying the same mask it always held. "No." Mudslide whispered with a shake of her head. She poked at the mud beneath her with an unsheathed claw before she stood up, and excused herself to the warriors den, nearly forgetting to guide Roachflare with her tail as she hobbled. Maybe she didn't make it there, maybe she just stood at the camp exit. She honestly couldn't tell.
Re: Enforcer Challenge Owl v Rook [spectators welcome]
Mosstangle
Shadowclan warrior - 19 moons - Large dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes.
(Purrks: N/A)
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So many cats pitching in their opinions of the enforcers. Who should be, who shouldn't be, what they had or hadn't done. Mudslide was particularly interesting as Dawnstar called on her. Mosstangle looked to her, whiskers twitching as she heard another voice exit the enforcer's mouth. The apprentice it came from seemed quite distraught by the use of her voice. What an interesting skill...
Oh. OH! Mosstangle glanced up at Dawnstar as she asked Mudslide if she wanted to be an enforcer. She remembered the stuttering, anxious, quiet she-cat from the leaders den. Despite her ability to fight and dedication to work... Mosstangle did have her own, personal doubts about such an anxious enforcer. It didn't give her the most confidence, but, she hadn't really seen Mudslide in action.
The implications of Dawnstar's question were there, though. Her ear twitched. Was the leader planning on keeping Owlthroat and Rookfire by just booting another cat? What was the point of challenging and fighting for the role if you could just get kicked out...
Mosstangle stared in shock at Mudslide. "No..." She had said. The tabby's tail twitched. Sure, she was not great all things considered... but how could anyone with enough pride for themselves say such a thing? She guessed not everyone was made for higher positions. The brown and white molly tried to put herself in Mudslide's position... She felt that, even if she hadn't wanted to be an enforcer, she would still demand to fight for her place.
Perhaps that was her pride talking.
Mosstangle looked between the bloodied Rookfire and Owlthroat, then Hawkbite, then Dawnstar. This was an interesting turn of events. What a strange chain of events. She supposed, now, that Rookfire would get his spot and Owlthroat would keep his. What was the point of the fight in the first place?
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Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 49 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
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This was drawing on far longer than the Deputy would have liked. She listened to her clanmates, though none of them had much of interest to say. When Dawnstar called out Mudslide, Mistlewhisker glanced curiously at the molly. What would she say, indeed? Her answer was surprisingly long-winded and... higher pitched. Though Mistlewhisker was less surprised about her response and more surprised no one else knew about her talent.
Though, Mudslide was then questioned by Dawnstar as to whether she even wanted to be an Enforcer. Mistlewhisker's ear flicked, curious as to the question. Of course she wanted to be an Enforcer. If she didn't, she would have said something earlier.
"No."
The answer made Mistlewhisker cant her head. Mudslide did not even want to be an Enforcer. Mistlewhisker's gaze iced over, irritation prickling her spine. Mudslide was one of the most dedicated on the team--she handled most of the issues that sprung up around camp! Enforcers like Newtbelly and Tuftedtusk barely did anything beyond the patrols, and apparently they "wanted" to be there. The Deputy's tail flicked, the only indication of her indignation. Why was it always the reliable and stable that did not want power? Squirrelrise, Mudslide--two reliable mollies that avoided the spotlight. Fine, then. Mudslide deserved the rank more than Owlthroat or Rookfire, but it seemed they would be rewarded.
Beneath the frustration laid the bedrock of disappointment. Disappointment at the indecisiveness of her clanmates, disappointment at Mudslide for throwing away this opportunity, but also disappointment in herself for wasting her time.
Had Mistlewhisker been an ordinary warrior, she might've left then and there. But now, with so many eyes always on her, she remained steadfast by Hawkbite's side, stoic and silent. She wasn't sure why this irritated her so. Maybe she was hungry. When was the last time she ate?
In the crowd, Mistlewhisker's eye lit upon Rookfire. In it burned a message. You will have to do. Do not disappoint me.
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She lifted her forepaw and swiped it over a tattered ear a few times. Had she heard right? Did Mudslide actually say no? Her head tilts as surprise blooms within her golden hues. Dawnstar hadn't been expecting a negative answer. She glanced at the deputy and commander, noticing that they seemed to have had the same thought as she. Dawnstar felt strangely disappointed and oddly slighted.
Perhaps it was because she liked to reassure herself that these cats would go the extra mile to become the best of the best, that she thought Mudslide would prove her wrong. That she did want to be among the Enforcers despite her discomfort. No, hadn't been a plausible or possible answer since who didn't want to be an Enforcer?
Why did she feel like she was the one who made a mistake? Her uncertainty never lasted long as it was fleeting, torn apart by her rage. This was the last time she ever bent the rules like this. She should have simply let Rookfire challenge Tutfedtusk like he initially requested, but just had to listen Hawkbite... she was blaming him for this. She shot an irritated glower at the commander, which at this point didn't mean anything since Dawnstar was always displeased by something or someone.
"So be it then, Owlthroat, you'll retrain your Enforcer rank, and Rookfire, you'll take over Mudslide's position," Dawnstar announced with a dissatisfied snarl. "This is the last time the rules will be bent like this. From here on out, the challenger will fight whomever they pick to challenge, and only one cat will earn the rank of Enforcer. Any opinions about picking both will be ignored regardless of the reasoning. This Challenge is over." Dawnstar rose to her paws and stretched out her legs.
"Owlthroat and Rookfire, that was an invigorating fight. I doubt the next challengers will be half as entertaining. Go see Sleepysunrise, you're both off your duties until you're healed up." She meowed to both cats dismissively.
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