ShadowClan Clearing

[Moonraven]

Weepingpaw soon joined the rest of his siblings after hearing from Baddad that they were learning something new. Swimming and maybe stealth. Weepingpaw was more interested in the swimming part of the lesson, he didn't need stealth. He wasn't sure how to feel about the swimming as a whole, but it sounded like something worth learning. He had heard you can eat the creatures that swim in the water, and he wanted to learn how to hunt them. He wondered what they tasted like.

Weepingpaw glanced over at Venompaw as she mentioned something about drowning by the fishcats. Why were the fishcats going to drown her? He was a little confused about that, but he didn't see anyone here letting any RiverClan cat drown her. He decided not to be too concerned about that until he heard it had happened.

"Baddad better?" He asked, looking at Slytiger with curiosity and empathy. He still wasn't forgiven for upsetting Momster, but he had looked hurt the last time they saw him. "No hurts?" Weepingpaw got up to get closer and sniff at the older tom's pelt. Weepingpaw wasn't certain what the older cat was to him personally at this moment, but since he had the term dad in his name, he did feel obligated to worry about him. Even if he was a Baddad, he was more or less family, mostly.

"Like swimming, I would. Know stealth, I do." He added his opinion after checking out Baddad for any signs that he had to go and visit the Sleepyherbcat. Oh, that reminds him. He never got her a fur. He needed to get on top of learning how to give her one. Maybe one of the moms would teach him how to skin.
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[Morrigan]

Quietraven
Shadowclan warrior
Purrks: Mind reader(permantly active) and Shadow fiend (inactive)

Today was rather chilly, well at least for summer it was. Well you couldn't expect it to be boiling especially when it was raining. Despite the grey weather Quietraven had automatically opted to spend her time outside. Her dislike of crowded spaces had remained unchanged yet the rain didn't bother her as much as it did in her apprentice days...a particular incident involving Owlthroat brought back some nostalgia.

Breathing in the damp, cool air, the dark splotched warrior raised her head to the cloudly sky above. Allowing raindrops to trickle down her form and form droplets on her dark eyelashes. The solitude the downpour brought her was much appreciated. Quietraven was at ease and for now all anticipation of a bothersome clanmate or worrying news was absent from her mind. For now she'd just enjoy the rainfall.

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