Master the shadows or let them swallow you whole

[namen_roodles]

Base by Cocoroll, color by Cloverspring
ASHPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice | 6 Moons | A fluffy, pale grey tom with green eyes and a black-tipped tail.
Silver Tongue T1 | Mind Reader
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Yes! He had a new friend and partner for this event!

The grey apprentice darted after Hawkpaw as he sprinted into the forest. Besides, it was better to stick with someone that had already done a territory tour anyway, right? Sounded like a good idea. The beginnings of a great team, Ashtail and Hawkeye. What a story those names could evoke, someday! What kind of adventures would they go on together? Finding new territories for the clan? Avoiding the snapping jaws of predators and slashing claws of rogues?

Oh, Ashpaw already had no idea where they were in the forest. Light fog danced around their paws as they sprinted into the night. Neither one of them stood out in any substantial way in the darkness of dusk and early night. There were plenty of great places, though he did notice a certain bareness to the territory when it came to foliage.

"You think we can use the fog, too?" He asked as they finally slowed down... wherever Hawkpaw had taken them.

@Spookez. (That's what I am assuming, too!)

[Moonraven]

Weepingpaw's ears lifted as he listened to the tom ahead of him talk. He was saying a lot, unfortunately, the apprentice's attention span waned a bit. But he got most of it down. He slid into an easy crouch, he's been practicing since his patrol a bit ago, and worked on creeping forward. His paws were too loud, he noticed when he got spooked by a stick breaking underneath his paws. Upset with himself, Weepingpaw repositioned himself and tried the stalk walk again.

It really wasn't all that different than when he was creeping during hunting, don't make noise, don't let the prey smell you, and so on. Weepingpaw bent so that his belly brushes the ground and kept his head as low as possible, so that his chin nearly touches the ground. His movement in control bursts, his paws didn't come down as heavy as he slowed down his stalk, but he faintly wondered if he was moving too slow.

Annoyed, the apprentice turned and watched as one of the others vanished into the shadows. Wait, so they didn't have to practice; they could just play in the shadows? Weepingpaw hadn't lost track of what the warrior had been saying after he started practicing on his own. Deciding to follow the other apprentice's lead, Weepingpaw dropped into a more comfortable crouch and merged into the cold embrace of the darkness near a large tree, finding a delightful comfort in the shadows.

[alec]

ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan enforcer | purrks ]
⤷ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ mid 20s | large & lean ˗ ★
~ the eclipse ~

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ ☾. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

rookfire padded back into camp, barely dropping off the fruits of his labour when flytail stepped into the center of camp once more. it appeared his event was finally taking place and even though rookfire had been thoroughly displeased by the way the older cat had handled it, he was curious enough to move closer.

moving soundlessly yada yada almost like that was the whole dang point of the game. seriously why would anyone need that explanation. alright i appeared as if flytail was going the 'teach everyone here the basics before even specifying anything about the game' sure. rook took the opportunity to make himself comfortable, sandpaper tongue running through his dark fur repeatedly in an attempt to remove the disshevlement caused by today. while the basics of stealth went in one ear and out the other, rook considered the two parts of the game.

it was simple to desire to be placed in the role of the hunter, but he couldnt help but feel like being the prey may provide more improvement. they wouldnt act like regular prey would, but if you know the way your hunter acts you can change your own hunting behaviour to correct dead giveaways. that was honestly more promising, even without taking the use of such training into account against the other clans.

rookfire yawned, angular head turned skywards, watching the red and yellow clouds hide the last rays of sun.

"you didnt assign anyone groups" he spoke up blankly, cool grey eyes resting on flytail. he wasnt moving, getting into position as flytail had called it.

[ @Tallstar ]

[Tallstar]

Event [#event]

Flytail
48 Moons
He/Him
Purrks: Shadow Fiend
He had left them with simple instructions: prepare. That meant figuring out roles, partners, how they wanted to approach the training. He wasn’t going to waste his time holding paws through something as basic as group division. But as he stepped into the center of camp, it became clear—no one had stepped up. They’d all just waited. Typical. He scanned them in silence. A few stood around looking half-interested, a couple still finishing conversations like this was optional. One or two were watching him directly, probably thinking that was enough to count as being ready. Fine. He’d say what needed to be said, then move on.

Flytail started with the basics—not because they were necessary, but because he needed them focused. Stealth, balance, silence, intent. Most of them had heard it all before. Still, the way they shifted their weight or glanced around told him they needed the reminder. No one here was sharp yet.
Rook fire had settled a few tail-lengths away, grooming like none of this applied to him. Flytail didn’t acknowledge him right away. He didn’t need to. He already knew how Rookfire operated—observant, quiet, always choosing when to care. Not lazy, but deliberate. And just as often, irritating. Then, without looking up “You didn’t assign anyone groups.” Flytail looked at him. Not sharply. Just enough to make it clear he’d heard. “I was giving you the chance to show initiative,” he said. His voice was low, flat. “But if that’s too complicated—” He trailed off. The message was clear. His eyes moved back to the rest of the group. Still waiting. No one moving. He felt the familiar edge of disappointment settle behind his ribs, tight but contained. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll split everyone up.” No more waiting. If they weren’t going to act on their own, he’d act for them. “Hunters will be Weepingpaw,Shadepaw, Shiverpaw, Quietmouth, Bonepaw and Emberpaw.. Rabbits are Rookfire, Honeysucklepaw, Muddypaw, Ashpaw, Hawkpaw, Grottopaw”

@dino. @alec @Streamtail @Craneflight @Snowflake @Purely_K2 @Johrog @Moondew @Nacht_Mango-_- @NikAri3-21 @Mica @Spookez. @Watson. @Idiotic.Bean101 @namen_roodles @Moonraven @seeingstars @GreenTheGreat @Moonraven

(Let me know if I missed anyone)

[snowflake.]

Shadepaw
Pure black pelt; dark mackerel markings; amber eyes
She/her || 12 moons || ShadowClan Apprentice
Agatha Kitty: Perm Activated - Just a Scratch: Perm Activated - Silver Tongue [T2] - Shadow Fiend
Mentor: Shrewstep • Post Count: 63/100 • Site • Bio

Shadepaw perked her ears from the hidden position she was in, slinking closer and out of the shadows to hear Flytail. Prepare time must be up, or at least the warrior was giving them groups to prepare better. As she got closer she saw another cat had joined them. She shot a glance to the enforcer, her eyes narrowing. He'd be a tougher opponent, as he undoubtedly had more experience stalking than any other apprentice here-- and that included her.

A shiver of delight ran through her as she was assigned to be a hunter. Oh, she was sure either team would be an excellent learning experience, but there was something… pleasing about the hunting team. She wasn’t sure what. In any case, it would be good to start. She didn’t have all day, after all. Dark striped paws retreating, she let the darkness of the shadows conceal her again. She checked the air to make sure she was upwind of the group, before looking back at the cats with sharp amber eyes, waiting until the rabbits moved. I will catch the most, she vowed silently to herself. After all, Flytail had said the last rabbit to be standing would win. Not hunter. So that just meant she’d have to win in another way… She waited in the darkness of the shadows.

[Johrog]

Leafpaw 9 moons Shadowclan
Leafpaw stod compleatly still she had not been Said. What!

[NikAri3-21]

Lionsun was confused. Her name wasn't said? Huh.

[Watson.]

Shiverpaw.

She/her - ShadowClan - Apprentice.

A hunter. She's the hunter now. Even if this is not a real situation, being the one prowling and not the one stalked was reassuring.
Shiverpaw stretched her limbs, from shoulders and thighs to toes and claws, crackling every vertebra, before standing straight again.
That small stretching to prepare was enough to send a small boost in her body and mind. Yes, she was ready to hunt down her clanmates.
Mostly -paws, just one warrior in the rabbit team. But that warrior was not just a warrior but an enforcer. This might prove an extra challenge, to beat a cat far more experienced than her.
The hunter's group was also mostly apprentices and just one warrior, Quietmouth, whoever they are.
Not that it concerns the molly that much. She feels more confident hunting alone. Or with Morningpaw, but he's not here right now.