ShadowClan Apprentices' Den

[nyme]

TIMID TWITCH IN YOUR WIDE EYES

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MOSQUITOPAW . 11 MOONS . HE/HIM . SHADOWCLAN

"....Er, j-just checkin' in. 'Cause of your paw. S'bleeding...you might, uh. Should pro-obably keep it clean, yeah?" He gestures vaguely with his own paw. That Shatteredpaw is clearly unbothered is good, and probably to be expected over such a teeny wound, but it's also got him second-guessing whether it was even worth it to ask. He quickly decides that it was. It'll always be worth it to ask his denmates these things.

"You uh." He clears his throat, squinting skeptically at the pale apprentice. "You...look—" Kinda beat up, is the rest of that sentence, but he diligently bites it off and holds his tongue because that's rude. If he's going to check in with someone then he knows he should try to do so with a little bit of tact.

"Tired. Y'look tired. Um. H-How's training goin'?"

@Dreamingstars ; SHATTEREDPAW

[Dreamingstars]

SHATTEREDPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice ~ 10 moons ~ She/They
"I want to rip something apart..."
TW: May be mentions of gore, blood, insanity, etc. She can't feel pain, and is Bipolar
Posts: 12/100

Her paw..? Eh? The curly-furred apprentice looked down, and the bright red stain on her white coat jumped out to her immediately. Shattered paw lifted it up to look, an expression of mild interest on her face. Hm. "Not bleeding. Just stained." She said coldly, putting it back down. She flicked her ear, a blood droplet flying off it. Must be her ear with the wound. Not that she cared.

'Tired? I do not look TIRED.' Shatteredpaw eyed Mosquitopaw coldly, hazel eyes glinting an icy blue as their gaze roamed over his pelt. "If anyone looks tired, it's you. You look like your pelt hasn't seen sunlight for a week." The apprentice scoffed, turning their head away again. At his question, Shatteredpaw burst into laughter. High, and insane. "Training? Hah! Mentor is useless, and hasn't taught me anything. I've finally convinced another stupid warrior to train me, so I'll be doing that later." Cold, deathly silent pause. "What about you?" Shatteredpaw manages, forcing the question out of her mouth. She didn't like how... nice they sounded. Bah.

@nyme [Mosquitopaw]

[nyme]

TIMID TWITCH IN YOUR WIDE EYES

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MOSQUITOPAW . 11 MOONS . HE/HIM . SHADOWCLAN

"...Oh." He doesn't believe her. He doesn't know a kind way to say it. "Sooo. D-Definitely need to make sure you're, uh, cleaning. It. Yourself, cl-cleaning yourself, I mean. Not that you're dirty. Uh." As it so happens, the longer he's looking at Shatteredpaw, the bloodier she seems. Her ear, for instance. Mosquitopw's mouth opens and closes wordlessly around a few failed attempts to softly encourage a bit of mindfulness and self-care.

And then they...hm. Insult him? Is that what that is? It hadn't been a very hurtful remark, but their attitude was icy enough that he couldn't imagine it had been intended kindly, and it only seems to worsen with that manic laugh. A very large part of him is entertained. This is the part that stares at Shatteredpaw like one might stare an interesting bug wriggling on the ground.

The rest of him, though...the rest is not very impressed by their attitude, but he's determined to remain gentle about it. He ignores the maybe-unkind remark. He will not reward bad behavior with a reaction.

"Uh. So. I'm worried about you bec–hhh. Because yo-you're my denmate 'nd you're covered. Uh. Well, I-I mean, you're a li'l...bloody-looking. And. I-If you don't mind that th—then that's. Cool, I guess. But. Um, y-you shouldn't ju—ust sit a-around bleedin'. 'Cause....uh, 'cause it's. I-It's not? Good? F-For you? S'a bad habit. And it's...you're...a mess. S'all I meant." He figures he might as well make himself abundantly clear, no more beating around the bush with this 'wuhh you look TIRED, dude' nonsense. Per his own convictions, he doesn't sound impatient or snappish; just concerned.

"M'sorry to hear about you—, uh, your mentor though. Probably shh...houldn't, uh, call whoever is tra-aining you, um. Stupid, though. It's...not, uh. It's really not smart." It isn't kind or respectful either, but somehow Mosquitopaw thinks that maybe Shatteredpaw doesn't really mind that. "M-Mine...mm. Mudslide's—good. Training's g-going real good." Alright, maybe a smidge disingenuous of him, but he's trying to model kindness. Or, something. His brief irritation with Shatteredpaw's behavior has led him to lean wholeheartedly in the opposite direction: mild, pleasant, conversational. "Um, I really. R-Really like climbing. D'you know what you like?"

@Dreamingstars ; SHATTEREDPAW

[wolfie]

⸝⸝⸝ 彡 ☽ eight moons ✮ he . him ✮ shadowclan apprentice ☾ 彡 ⸝⸝⸝

huge chocolate brown tom with darker brown markings that go down his back and limbs; lighter brown underbelly and chest. has a striped tail and small, tufted ears with round, blazing golden eyes. has thick fluffy fur and a raccoon-like striped tail. he has a single tooth that overlaps his bottom lip and is commonly covered in mud. he is missing half of his right ear; smells like dirt & wood. struggles with a stutter. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

꒰ #AcontiumFlowers /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ꒱

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····╰⪼ open .ᐟ.ᐟ

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ He was DYING of boredom. It was sapping away his energy and he could feel himself slowly becoming a slug. Unable to sit still no longer, the apprentice decided it was time to harass his sleeping siblings. And well, anyone else within the apprentice’s den but he had a specific target.

Houndpaw crept in silently, carrying two mossballs in his mouth and rolling two more. Golden irises scanned the den. The sun was beginning to set which meant mostly everyone was exhausted. A perfect opportunity. Their guards were down!

Without wasting a second thought, the apprentice flung a mossball at Emberpaw’s head. “AMBUSH!!!!” He howled, and started to grab on another mossball to fling at someone sleeping. WHACK! WHACK! His tail wagged back and forth with excitement, biting down on his third mossball and throwing it into the den without a clear target. He wanted WAR!!!!!!!

He would throw the last mossball into the void and with his attack initiated, Houndpaw grabbed onto someone’s random empty nest to use as a shield.

[ his main targets are his family members but y'all are not obligated to respond to him being a nuisance! additionally OPEN for any other apprentices to join in and/or yell at him for waking them up lol ]
Emberpaw - @Mica
Bleedingpaw - @Rani
Adderpaw - @burntToast
Scorpionpaw - @SuspiciousMindz
Grottopaw - @dino.
Foxpaw - @Fits
Weepingpaw - @Moonraven
Venompaw - @Morrigan

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ heightened hearing ✮ silver tongue ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

[BlowingBubbles]

Nightpaw sits.
Specklepaw sleeps.
[Closed, activity post]

[Rani]

Bleedingpaw
Shadowclan Apprentice | He/Him | 12 Moons

Just a Scratch | Shadow Fiend | Hulk SMASH! | Mind Reader

Bleedingpaw had been sleeping. It was not comfortable, somehow Scorpionpaw's leg was in his nest rammed straight into his SPINE but dog tired as he was today the tom was sleeping straight through it, snoozing along. Until he was woken to such a yowl for a moment he thought they were being ambushed in their sleep until a mossball smacked him upside the head.


However, until things clicked that it was HOUNDPAW being a HOUNDPAW (and boy did he mean the name as an insult at this moment) he had a good old moment of panicked thrashing. And by panicked thrashing I mean his cerebellar hypoplasia flared and he lost all control over his limb which where flying everywhere as he flopped and twisted like a fish on land.


To everyone who got accidentally whacked (not too hard, he was still all floppy and limp with sleep), he was terribly sorry.


Expect Houndpaw, if Houndpaw got whacked it was KARMA.


And of course because this day HAD to get worse he also made the most indignant sound known to cat.

"HWWWWWWWAAAAAAGHPF?!"

@Mica @wolfie @burntToast @SuspiciousMindz @dino. @Fits @Moonraven @Morrigan

[Morrigan]

Venompaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrk: Shadow fiend(active)

All was peaceful in the apprentice's den. Most had retired to their nests for the night and that included Venompaw, who was breathing very loudly as she snoozied. That was until one of her dear siblings chose chaos and suddenly it wasn't so quiet.

"Huh..?" awoken by the manic yelling and sounds of falling moss, Venompaw drowsily rolled herself onto her stomach and lifted her head to see what the commotion was about only to get hit smack dab in the face by one of Houndpaw's mossball missiles.

...Oh it was on...

A crazed smile spread across the toygress' face as she recovered from the sudden blow. Her brother wanted a moss fight? He'd get moss war!!! Unexpectedly energized by violence, Venompaw flung herself from her nest and rolled up as many mossballs as she could as Houndpaw took cover behind a nest.

Quick as a bullet, the paw took refuge in the shadows lurking on the edges on the den and started circling. In a matter of seconds she was releasing a flurry of mossballs onto the poor, poor victims who got caught in the crossfire of her attempt to get revenge on Houndpaw. Sure he may have a good defense but that wouldn't stop her from trying to land a hit!

While she was busy hiding in the shadows and being bloodthirsty, Venompaw aimed a specific mossball at Bleedingpaw who was flailing around and being somewhat noisy. What? He was an easy target and she didn't know the difference between playing and bullying! Cackling like a lunatic, she took to restocking her weapon as first as she could before planning her next attack.

@Mica @wolfie @Rani @burntToast @SuspiciousMindz @dino. @Fits @Moonraven

[Moonraven]

He was sleeping, dead to the world, until chaos broke out in the form of his brother chucking mossballs. Weepingpaw lazily opened his eyes to watch as his siblings disturbed the entire apprentice den, but as he was tired, he was tempted to go back to sleep and let them all have their fun. But alas, getting booped in the nose by a flailing limb made the tasks impossible.

Weepingpaw jumped up in his nest, fur fluffed up in alarm, and rubbed his poor, mildly sore nose while peering at the offender. How dare he! The apprentice stared at Weepignpaw's back as if he had committed the ultimate offense, not that this was Bleedingpaw's fault really. It was Houndpaw who started all this nonsense, but Houndpaw hadn't bumped his nose, so Bleedingpaw was the only one to blame.

So, while watching Venompaw chuck a mossball at Bleedingpaw, hoping he'd be distracted enough, Weepingpaw went on the offense, and aimed a nip at the poor tom's tail in retaliation for his nose, which didn't really hurt. Listened, Weepingpaw would help his siblings bully Bleedingpaw any time or place with no incentive. He didn't have anything against his... was he a brother? Momster had said Bleedingpaw was her family, which didn't help him understand what Bleedingpaw was to him, but her older brother worked for the time being. He'd sit and ponder their relationship later, but either way, it wasn't anything personal. Bleedingpaw simply made himself an easy target, and Weepingpaw needed revenge.

@wolfie @Rani @Morrigan

[Fits]

Foxpaw
| he/him | ShadowClan | Apprentice |

Foxpaw's ear twitched, and a single, unamused amber eye peaked out from a half-open eyelid.

In his sleepy confusion, he'd almost thought that the declaration of an ambush had actually been an announcement of an invasion from an enemy Clan or something, and that Foxpaw was going to have to wake himself up and fight for his life. But no. How silly. It was only his ridiculous denmates making a racket in the middle of the night for StarClan only knew what reason. What else could it be?

Maybe a Foxpaw from another day would have been entertained by their shenanigans, but that Foxpaw was not there, disappeared to the back of his mind. Part of him wished that the version of him who could tolerate this nonsense could take over at the parts where he'd actually be useful, and the other part just wanted to stuff his ears with moss from his bedding and go back to sleep. Not that he could sleep with all the movement in the den, of course.

"Go to sleep, for StarClan's sake!" Foxpaw tried to growl threateningly, but he was tired and sounded more whiny than intimidating. Whatever. Not getting up, he swung his front paws at whoever happened to be nearby. It probably didn't hurt much, but Foxpaw just wanted someone to understand that he was not fond of this situation.

(open to someone getting smacked by a grumpy foxpaw)

( @wolfie - Houndpaw ; @Rani - Bleedingpaw ; @Morrigan - Venompaw ; @Moonraven - Weepingpaw )