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MOSSTANGLE
Shadowclan Warrior | 20 moons | Large, dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes
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Ah, Silverdusk seemed peeved by... something. Mosstangle tilted her head. That apprentice had been removed from the aid position recently... It made her wonder how much training was needed. Her tail twitched as she thought. "Well, if you need any help, I can also teach. Morningpaw is... pretty much done with his training. He just needs more experience and a final assessment." She was happy to train any apprentices... so long as they were willing to learn. She couldn't tell if Silverdusk had rolled her eyes because she didn't like the apprentice or because she didn't like training apprentices. No point in letting any apprentice miss out on training because their mentor had an issue with them.
⋆⁺‧₊☽The Haunting Mistress☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Silverdusk-☆
[She/Her]
{24 Moons}
~Straight~
"Picture me, thick as thieves with your ex-wife"
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Silverdusk dipped her head to the queen, a rare sign of respect from her. "I appreciate the offer, and I'll be sure to let you know if I intend to take you up on it," she mewed. "I'm hoping this one will be easier to train since he was an aid, but that could also make him a pain in my ass," she grumbled. She didn't need an apprentice giving her attitude about training when he had gotten demoted.
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the queen was horribly board, the lack of patrols and sitting in the nursery were killing her mental cells. so she decided to find a warrior, and in which she did "hello honeycomb!" she meowed the the tom, she didn't know much about him but did know his name, she knew everyone's name, this was her birthclan after all. "are you busy today?" she asked with a tilt of her head.
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Honeycomb didn’t expect the subtle approach from the queen. He didn’t even pay attention to her lip-syncing. He must’ve been caught in a bit of a lone daydreaming session. And great Starclan, he’s not ready to fall for it once again. This will just backfire horribly.
He tried to communicate with some cats. A lot of them, apparently. But they barely have any experience of silent communication. The more he talks to, the more it shows that it just makes him alone a waste of time to spend with. And what did he get in return? Nothing, and by some even distance and solitude. No, he doesn’t want this to happen again. He’ll just stand here and pretend as if he didn’t notice a thing, which he is already doing. Whether Sunnynose knows how to do sign language or not, it’s none of his business.
But somehow, he’s really in the mood for some communication. He didn’t talk to many cats furthermore for a week or two, but he’ll just give it a try. For now, at least. He exhaled after holding onto his reserved demeanor and finally glanced at the queen.
Hey.
A flick of his tail is enough to simply greet someone, he thought. And if she won’t answer, he’ll just find a better cat to chat with. Or none. He tries to hide his sad mood, but it failed, and he’s not ready to be comforted by a stranger.
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"This is where i'd put my sanity!" "IF I HAD ONE."
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she blinks, waiting for a reply, her ear twitches after a moment and then it clicks. "oh-" she steps forward and settles a little ways near the tom "hello!" she meowed as she leaned over and touched her nose to his, that was a hello, a gesture. "you cant hear me can you...?" she sighs, she wanted to hunt, she gets an idea and gets up, running over to the fresh-kill-pile and dropping into a crouch, stalking forward before turning to look at honeycomb. she then padded back over and tilted her head...she felt like she was a master at imitating, she can remember a time when her father couldn't hear anymore after his ears were ripped apart by some savage dog...ugh..that...was sad.
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⸝⸝⸝ 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 & motor tics (involuntary movement). ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Ugh! This was so, so so not fun anymore. He thought cats would like his cool' big hole but everyone was MAD at him and his NOSE hurt and he couldn't BREATHE and he was TIRED!!! It didn't help that fire was building inside him. An itch crawling underneath his pelt. He kneaded the ground as a nervous habit. Ear twitching, Houndpaw glanced towards Sleepysunrise. "UHmm... kinda... its st..tt......ttuffy, " He huffed out, fighting the urge to twitch his nose. It seemed like the best descriptor. Oow. Ow.
At least they had a stick nearby. Who knew they were prepared for such things? Houndpaw didn't! Next time, he would keep a big stick in his nest too. He wondered how Night Kitty kept the stick if it was long enough. This hole was pretty long! Long enough that he didn't even wanna try jumpin'. Seemed too high, and uhh.. he did not wanna grab on bad dirt.
His attention was swiftly grabbed by the mumbling from Night Kitty. Oh!! Someone else liked the tunnels!! Wuz that why she came here? He decided to not be upset that it wasn't for his own well-being. He understood curiosity. "... doo you t-think t-they can get unblocked?? Or maybe.. d-dig around .. 'em..? Cuz, cuz me t-too, " He whispered VERY, very quietly. A nervous glance towards DawnMama. She was probably gonna make him undig his hole. And then the tunnels would be lost. GAH!!! Why did his Ma have to be a ratpooper sometimes??? They could be having an adventure on their paws right now.
Thankfully, Houndpaw possessed a mere smudge of common sense to not (immediately) voice such thoughts to his beloved leader. Not like that would save him. Small ears swiveled to Ashpaw's question, golden irises blinking. "Nah, good d-dirt up there. Bad d-dirt down here. We only fell 'cuz the d-dirt isn't solid d-down here, it's crumbly. Besides if d-diggin' up there made it collapse I t-think I would've end-ded up here sooner than later. ,,Just can't dig too deep, but I d-dunno. If Night Cat says the stick is long 'n thick enough, might not need to dig, " He barked out, tail twitching. He sure hoped his knowledge was correct. All he's done in his moons was dig. Everyday. In all truth, he just liked dirt because it had a cool texture and was cozy. The light pressure when he buried himself in mud or soil soothed him.
His head twitched painfully to the side again, a light tremble in his right paw that faded in a few. Houndpaw's ears perked up at the familiar sound of Not-Dad. Gasp!! "HAI!!!" He howled up to the warrior, tail swishing back and forth which kicked up dust. Maybe it was a good thing Ma had said he wasn't their Dad. He wouldn't have to face the wrath of two parents!! Just.... Ma's...
Euck. A shiver rolled down his spine. He retreated back into the darkness to go look at the tunnels a bit more. Shockingly, there were no new discoveries. He didn't even wanna try and dig at the wall. A quick brush with his paws and he could feel the cracks. He wondered if it was oddly just this part of camp? Hmm. No more holes over here.
And then mama was talking to him again so he came back into the light to see her peering down. Uhoh. Was he dumb? Had he suggested something that was no good? Uhm. Houndpaw's ears pulled back in apprehension. "Uhhmmmm.. W.. well,, I jus.. I d-dunno what k-kinda st-ticks we have nearby. I figured if it wuzn't long enough 'n we had to j-jump on it t-then it might just br-r-reak accidentally instead 'cuz of the imp-pact. 'N even if it wuz long enough, it would be heavy to get one t-that was reallyreally supportive 'n it might just break anyway on us ,, so uhm.. if you're closer, we could j-jump to ,,,the surface if we had to. Hopefully.. But uhm,, I guess.. just.. d-diggin' so it isn't so big of a d-distance,," He explained in a breathless ramble -- a surprisingly quiet voice for the tom. And then he quickly added, "B-BUT !!! No crackly d-dirt, gotta st-tick to the good, brown dirt. Not the grey-ish dirt, !!" He liked being buried in dirt but not THAT much. This was important info. And hopefully correctly info. His right eye twitched followed by his right ear.
Birdecho
ShadowClan Warrior
she/her | 15 moons
[Grey tabby with a dark overcoat, white underside and amber eyes] Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby, Don't Mind if I Do! Header art by: @/Daragca
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Fool ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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· · ────────────── · · "Watcha up to, Rockface?" Birdecho hummed as she came up beside the cream striped tom. She peered down at him with her big amber eyes, blocking the sun from his face. "Man, this spot looks comfy. Don't mind if I do!" She plopped down next to him, white-tipped legs stretching stiffly to reveal dotted pink and black toe beans. She laid back, closing her eyes against the sunlight and letting its warmth seep into her fur.
[Just couldn't help myself]
header by @/daracga
He/Him | ShadowClan Aid | Herbal Knowledge Tier 1
His ear swiveled slightly. A familiar shiver down his spine. Before he had time to react, the tom was met with the round, amber eyes of Birdecho coming to ruin his day. Inwardly groaning, he scowled at her as she called him the same nickname that Sleepysunrise did. "'Is Rockjaw. Ya wuld do good ta learn it." The aid said with a slight hiss.
To his shock, and displeasure, the she-cat plopped down right next to him- just making herself comfortable! What is with these two? Crooked jaw agape in disbelief, the sandy tabby tom just stared at Birdecho for a few moments. She looked so comfortable. Relaxed, eyes closed- just enjoying the sunlight. With him. Why him? Closing his jaw with a slight click, he frowned, yet didn't move from his spot. He was here first, after all! Why should he? No. No. Instead...
Stretching himself, Rockjaw attempted to gently push her away with his hindlegs, biting back a mischievous grin. Fine. She wanted to play the annoying game? So could he.
⋆⁺‧₊☽The Haunting Mistress☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Silverdusk-☆
[She/Her]
{24 Moons}
~Straight~
"Picture me, thick as thieves with your ex-wife"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Silverdusk dipped her head to the queen, a rare sign of respect from her. "I appreciate the offer, and I'll be sure to let you know if I intend to take you up on it," she mewed. "I'm hoping this one will be easier to train since he was an aid, but that could also make him a pain in my ass," she grumbled. She didn't need an apprentice giving her attitude about training when he had gotten demoted.
MOSSTANGLE
Shadowclan Warrior | 20 moons | Large, dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes
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Mosstangle nodded. "Wishing you luck. Don't hesitate to ask if you ever need help." She purred. So far, Silverdusk seemed like a fairly closed off molly to the warrior, but at least she wasn't totally hostile. "Maybe he'll surprise you." The tabby shrugged and chewed the last bite of her mouse, tail swishing behind her.
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Her nose scrunched up at the light boop she got from the kit. A tickling sneeze begged for release that never came, shook her head vigorously. Her ears went down and up, and then she repeated once more for good measure after Houndpaw's question.
"Tickle? You can try it on one of your siblings or clanmates and see if it works, but I'd advise against it in battle. It might be a good tactic to try and slip out from underneath someone or catch them off guard, but you're most likely to get shredded if you try." She mused thoughtfully. She wouldn't try it more than once either.
Her tail tip twitched when the brat pointed to her neck scar. Why was it always the neck? The ring around her neck was far from her most prominent scar, but she supposed if she saw a cat walking around with a scar like that and still alive to tell the tale about it, she'd want to know how they got it as well. Was that scar how she lost her first life? She can't recall; she'd have to sit and recollect about it later.
The hurt look Houndpaw passed her for the wack almost made her laugh. She's never had a cat look at her like that after she swats them. Did he want battle training or not? Her kits were quite sheltered, yet they had not seen the horrors and excitement of real battle, so they didn't understand how unexpected it could be. Perhaps she should think about better preparing them by tossing them into a real or death fight. Maybe she should think of doing that with all the apprentices, as a group assessment. She'd have to bring enough warriors to ensure no deaths. Surely something to think on.
Houndpaw was circling, one to many times, that even while distracted by her own thoughts, he made it too easy to avoid the paw to the cheek. She ducked under the blow and lashed out with her forepaw at his legs, endeavoring to sweep the apprentice's legs out from underneath him. A feat that should be child's play, given how dizzy he had already made himself. She'd try to follow that up by pinning him to the ground with a single large forepaw and a demand.
"Get up," She want to see if he could figure out how to get out of a pin.
⸝⸝⸝ 彡 ☽ six 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. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
····╰⪼ @Undertaker | lmk if this doesn't make any sense LOL .ᐟ.ᐟ
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Hehe. Mama looked silly when she got booped. He would have to do it again. Later,, though. Too soon and he might not land his boop. Houndpaw listened very, very carefully to her words. Nod. Nod. Nod. Nodding showed he was listening. Uh. Uhm. Right! Tickling was a one-kind-of deal. Unless it was a sibling or a fellow shadow-kitty. "Okkeey d-dokey, " He mewed, giving another nod for good measure.
GAH! OKAY MAN!! He thought she would dodge, but he didn't expect her to STEAL HIS LEGS??? He couldn't even do that to her if he wanted. She was so big. Houndpaw wanted to be as strong as her. With no surprise, he landed against the ground with a loud thump. The air was knocked out of from him, head spinning. Eugh. He felt a little sick. Before the apprentice had a chance to recover, desperately trying to twist and get back to his paws only to slam back into the ground with a more milder, oomph!
Houndpaw blinked owlishly at DawnMama, taking a big ol' inhale and then a slow exhale. "Ouch,,," Mmrggh. He really wanted to get the jump on her now. His paws were free for the most part, only his chest was being held by her frontpaw. He needed to surprise her. A beat. Bright, round golden irises become engulfed by his pupil as it dilates ── showing thin silvers of its true color.
His right free frontpaw scooped a pawful of dirt before throwing it at her eyes, attempting to blind her. (Vulnerable!) Using the brief (hopeful) distraction Houndpaw would use hindlegs to propel himself forward & up in an attempt to free himself from her grasp. He would then unsheathe the claws on his left frontpaw, aiming to deliver a blow to her face like she had instructed him previously. ,, She,, had said either one. This was fine, right? Mama was tough. If he got her, he would say sorry. And then get her a gift later.
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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Ashpaw didn't dare venture further into the tunnels. He was not interested in being completely buried by some part of this tunnel completely breaking on them. Houndpaw had interesting insight into the way digging worked, though. The fact that the brown dirt closer to the surface was better for digging than the grey, crumbling dirt that had them falling into the depths in the first place.
Oh, now Hawkbite was above them. How much trouble would they be in? He could only guess. This really was one of the worst spots in camp for a giant hole to open up. Ashpaw listened to their plans. Vines, maybe, if the medicine cat's stick didn't work. He was tempted to try jumping, but looking at the distance... the fluffy apprentice really didn't want to miss, or have the ground disappear beneath him once again. They definitely needed some other way.
Ashpaw looked up at Dawnstar's question. While Houndpaw seemed nervous about it, and the shadowclan leader was obviously angry, but there was something a little more in her question. She wasn't just berating him for a bad idea. He wasn't quite sure, but was Dawnstar genuinely asking? Nah, she was mad. Ashpaw quickly dismissed his read on the leader. They were going to get out of this hole and find themselves in a totally new one. The fluffy, grey apprentice almost preferred the tunnels.
Newtbelly returned to the clearing with his catches. It was still early, but other cats were actually stirring now, besides the usual early risers. Maybe he should go back into territory, just to dodge any potential socialising. Hmm. He made with way to the fresh kill pile, and deposited the prey. It was nothing of much note, but he was happy with it nonetheless. Then, he went and sat by the outskirts of camp: a nice spot, shaded by cedars and began to clean his pelt. The couple of tumbles he'd had, chasing after erratic squirrels, had left his fur full of dirt and dust.
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