Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 47 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Another apprentice, Owlthroat had no quarrels there. He made strides through the clearing quickly seeking out the youngster. Grubpaw wasn’t one he was familiar with.
CLOUDKIT
He/Him - ShadowClan Kitten - 2 moons huge black tom with a fluffy white tail and green eyes
Ceremonies? Boy oh boy!!
Cloudkit (who was neither of age to become an apprentice nor invited) waddled his way to the front of the crowd with all the poise of a little prince arriving late to his own coronation. His fluffy white tail stood tall, quivering with self-importance, as he wove between paws and pelts like a ship through choppy waters. At the base of the Grimpeak, he stopped, craned his neck, and offered Dawnstar a baby-faced smile so pure, so brimming with innocent pride, it could’ve outshone the sun. His green eyes glittered. Maybe—just maybe—Dawnstar would make him an apprentice, too!
The newly-named apprentice stands tall as her new name and mentor are announced. This is it. She's finally old enough to be taken seriously. She fluffs up the fur she has and nods to her leader, her bi-colored eyes flitting to Bonekit as he goes off to find his mentor, what was his name? Gutsgnaw? That sounds about right, well- a bit strange, but with her siblings' names she can't really judge. She should probably go find her own mentor, Birdecho, aswell. Twigh takes a deep breath to clear her head before offering Grub an encouraging smile and a flick on the forehead with her tail before setting off into the crowd. It feels nice to hear her and her littermates' names called out all around her, though strange at the same time. She shakes her head, on the lookout for her mentor- even though she doesn't know what she looks like. Or what she sounds like for that matter. In fact, why aren't the mentors also called up? That would make it so much easier to find eachother! She huffs at the thought, what a convoluted process. The lykoi mix weaves between clanmates, stopping with an only slightly frustrated frown. Honestly, screw this. She's just gonna use her damn voice. She should've done that from the very beginning.
"Oye! Birdecho? I'm o're here! Can we start trainin'?" She calls out, her voice cutting through the background noise like butter.
GRUBPAW • BUG/BUGS • APPRENTICE • 6M • SHADOWCLAN "A small gray cat with missing patches of fur and wide orange eyes." PURRKS: N/A
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The little cat's chest puffed out in pride. Bug was Grubpaw now. Growing up. Yes. Grub offered a smile to bug's brother and sisters before moving off to locate Owlthroat. Spotting a hulking white and black tom, Grubpaw would stand in front of him with slowly blinking orange eyes. "Hello. Bug thinks you must be bug's mentor. Nice to meet you." Bug would then touch noses with the larger tom, having to stand on his hind legs to do so. Grub was the runt of his litter after all.
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rookfire gave his leader a glance, not picking up much besides her calling for the clan to gather. he'd never been good at reading expressions, not reliably so anyway, and dawnstar just sort of looked angry constantly so it was a lost cause for the most part. he was slightly late, not that the meeting had started yet, but a lot of cats had apperantly made their way over faster than he had climbed out of his spot in the large pine.
given the fact that he had no one else to really go sit with and scorpionpaw was sort of a blaring chaos alarm, the enforcer made his way over to her and bleedingpaw. scorpionpaw being dragged around by bleedingpaw wasnt really what he had expected to see this morning but he chuckled at the bengal toms words. being an older brother...ish .. seemed to be both offering unlimited company and a massive headache for him.
"is there a troublemaker among us" he grinned, taking the liberty to sit down next to the two before tilting his head in thought briefly. "'been thinking about some swimming lessons once its warmer, what do you two say?"
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That was a whole lotta whining for a cat who routinely threw herself into worse roughness without complaint. Wah wah baby, Bleedingpaw was not indulging you after youre previous antics.
"Im 'like this' because for the past few meetings Ive ended them looking more mud puddle then cat! A right shame given my pretty face is one of my few assets so Im not letting you rob me of it today. I- do you have mud in your ears? Scorpionpaw, how????"
Growling in frustration the tom missed the portend of trouble brewing beneath brown paws in his quest to make sure Scoprionpaw listened better by removing what had to be the block preventing all logic from getting in her brain. How do you get dirt in your ears of all places? Wait no- you were Scorps and you were siblings with Houndpaw, that'd do it.
Still, despite his bafflement and frustration at the caked dirt the tom couldnt help but chuckle, paw flashing out viper quick to bap the other apprentices yammering mouth (he'd been aiming for the nose but while he had been getting quick Bleedingpaw was not very accurate) teasing "Youre getting older but not old or trained enough to challenge me I dont think. I may not be a warrior until next moon but you arent quite on my level, though feel free to try later." For sure one day the molly's size and lack of wobbling would have her surpass him, however for now he was well aware he was better then a baby apprentice.
Flicking a tail in greeting at the tom joining them Bleedingpaw didnt answer, letting his flat gaze and chaos wrangling speak for the truth that Scorpionpaw was ALWAYS a troublemaker, thanks. Though he did stop grooming for a moment, musing "I think it'd do this scruffy thing good to learn swimming. I found swimming very useful myself, though havent been able to do any since leafbare set in." It was one of the few places his disability didnt inhibit him after all, the golden bengal rather liked it.
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Scorpionpaw listened rolling her eyes as he spoke, her paws working more and more into the dirt. Subtle movements that she could feel lightly coating her paws. If Bleedingpaw wasn't going to be a warrior this meeting, she had the perfect idea to make him an honorary warrior under her standards. It'll be purrfect.
Rookfire showed up and Scorp eyed him curiously, pausing in her antics as he spoke about swimming. The hell was swimming? "What is swimming? The thing the RiverClan cats do? Why would I need to learn that?!" Scorpionpaw sounded absolutely appalled, almost insulted. Now, she'd eye the both of them curiously. What was with them and water?"You mean I gotta get wet?! Nope. No. Not happening, nuh-uh!" she shook her head dramatically, her eyes shutting to ignore their faces.
She'd only start working on the ground again when Mama spoke up. She had some reassignments and apprentices, but then...
Hullo?!? A WARRIOR?!?
All thoughts were forgotten when this one took over her brain. She stare intensely in their direction, grinning as Hollowpaw sat with the lineup of apprentices. There weren't a lot, but warriors were warriors, right? At least, Mama always seemed in a better mood when warriors got their names. Of course, Scorp would be up there soon! She was Mama's daughter and her training was moving along quickly. She wanted to be the first. A good example.... HA! Scorp being a good example was a joke in itself. Can't wait to see where that goes.
While Mama waited for them to line up, her thoughts wandered further, back to Bleedingpaw. When Dawnstar wasn't speaking, she'd turn to look upwards at Bleedingpaw, raising a brow curiously. "Bleeders, Mama says you're in her family. Are you in my family, too? Are you actually my brother? You're funny looking if you're my brother." Sweet, innocent Scorp... unaware of how family works.
LionPaw gave a curt but respectful nod when HollowPaw moved her tail for him. He sat down beside her, posture rigid but not tense—he was focused. This was the moment. The moment he’d dreamed of since kithood, since watching warriors stride through camp with pride and certainty while he sat stuck in the nursery.
He glanced at her sideways when she teased him. “Lionlame, huh?” he echoed, voice low but amused. “Takes one to know one, Hollowflop.” His smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the insult casual, almost familiar—like he’d been saving it.
The energy shifted, though, when FishPaw padded up. He didn’t turn to look at her. Not at first. He just stared ahead at the kits being lined up, his jaw subtly tightening. Her voice—so casual—like nothing had happened.
Look at us, Hollow, all three of us are gonna be warriors.
“Yeah,” he muttered under his breath. “All three.”
He had seen her before, of course. But they’d never really spoken. Not properly. Not since she was the kit who snuck off and caused his only mother’s near death. And here she was now. Acting like a sister. Like they were close. That stung too, if he was being honest.
He spotted HawkDad and NightMa. He had been looking around particularly for them when the commander had stuck out in the crowd. He flashed a confident smile their way, catching the words HawkBite mouthed. That…that meant a lot. Of course he wouldn’t cry or get sappy or anything but…it meant a lot to him.
He wasn’t sure what to feel. But as the leader's voice rose through the air and called out their names, he stood up tall, shoulders squared. He would be back to Tiger soon. Something to get used to, huh?
LionPaw inhaled, the chill of the air sharp in his lungs, and finally turned just enough to meet the gazes of HollowPaw and FishPaw beside him. His expression was unreadable—guarded but not cold. A flicker of something softer, maybe, but still distant. He didn’t speak to them. Not yet.
Then Dawnstar’s question came, and his voice rang out, strong and certain:
“I do.”
He meant it. He had mentally recited this day for ages, but it felt so strange now that it was truly there—truly happening. This…this was the start of a new and better life for him.
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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 47 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
A small patchy newly made apprentice, this must be Grubpaw. Owlthroat leaned down to touch noses, but he found his eyes widening a little. Bugs? What the hell did that mean?
No, no, no, no. He couldn’t do another apprentice completely disconnected from reality. It’d be Willowpaw all over again, the last thing he frankly needed after he’d ended up snapping on her.
”Bug? I thought your name was Grubpaw?” His voice was cold, but he kept his calm. Perhaps this could be easily explained. Preventing him from panicking.
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[ Apologies for his sheer ignorance about Grub’s pronouns ;o; He will need it explaining ]
GRUBPAW • BUG/BUGS • APPRENTICE • 6M • SHADOWCLAN "A small gray cat with missing patches of fur and wide orange eyes." POSTS: 2/100 PURRKS: N/A
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Grubpaw blinked slowly, tilting bug's head slightly. "Oh yes, that is bug's name." Grub mewed slowly, idly licking bug's paw and drawing over bug's ear. "Bug just doesn't go by normal things cats call toms." Grub had never had anyone question what bug called bugself before and it made bug's tummy squirm uncomfortably.
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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 47 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
TW: Internal Transphobia/Misgendering
Owlthroat took a moment to let Grubpaw’s response sink in. Another way of calling Grubpaw a tom? Or was it something different entirely. Owlthroat wasn’t unfamiliar with cats who chose to change their gender, but using bug instead of she or him or even they, was a new concept. Once if he was being honest with himself, he found it silly. Why complicate things so much, but alas. Perhaps he was just becoming old and out of touch. If Grubpaw wanted to be referred to as bug it was no massive burden for him, as long as he trained like any other normal apprentice. As long as he…. No bug…. As long as bug wasn’t taking a leaf out of Willowpaw’s horror story.
”Understood, as long as you put in the effort it doesn’t matter to me what you would like to be referred to as. I shall try my best as long as you try yours.” Owlthroat attempted something akin to a smile and shook off the awkwardness of the situation. Since when did apprentice’s teach their mentors something new?
”After the meeting we can get started, hunting or fighting? Your choice.” His head tipped to one side, awaiting an answer.
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