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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 looked up as the stick, more like a branch, was lowered down into the tunnel and braced by Dawnstar. He hesitated a moment. That was awfully high to climb and he really didn't want to fall again. Would he be as lucky the second time dropping into the hole... or wind up with a crooked, bloody muzzle like Houndpaw? It sure didn't sound all that great to him.
It didn't take long for Houndpaw to get up, though. He also seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally deciding to just climb up first. The larger apprentice seemed to get up fine. The stick didn't break or anything. Ashpaw glanced at Sleepysunrise before turning his attention back up. Now both Dawnstar and Houndpaw were bracing the stick. The young apprentice's tail tip twitched back and forth for a moment before he finally stepped forward. Surely, this couldn't be that complicated.
Plenty of cats climbed things.
So, the fluffy grey tom started to climb. Even being braced, the way it bent and wiggled beneath him was off-putting. Uncomfortable, to put it simply. Still, he made it most of the way up, trying hard to focus on getting out of the hole that they had found themselves trapped in. He couldn't help but wonder how much trouble they would be in. Was this clan chores worthy? They would almost definitely have to find a way to fill in this hole. Yeah, that would probably be part of their punish-
Ashpaw's hind paw slipped. A quick, surprised gasp escaped him as he almost fell right back down. His front claws sank into the wood while his rear paws hung and kicked out in search of a perch somewhere, only finding air beneath him. His fur bristled at the uncomfortable sensation and he heaved as much as he could to try and pull himself back up. The best he could do was on shoulder over the branch as his back paws uselessly scrabbled at the branch and his other foreleg worked a bit like a brace.
He was so close. The fluffy apprentice looked up. "Ah... help...!" He practically squeaked. He really didn't want to fall back down.
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ׂ╰┈➤ Sleepysunrise ✘ Shc Medicine Cat ←
☽ She/Her, 14 Moons ✧.* Petite dark semi-long-furred feline with white tufts across her body, white freckles and piercing blue eyes ☾
Shadow Fiend * CALL ME MONSTER * Silk Spinner * Purrk
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"Ooooohhh, Cold."
Sleepysunrise dramatically ooh-ed as she recovered from his playful jab, pushing back against him with a laugh and teasing look. She hadn't thought him to be the type to not care about an apprentice's death, or maybe she did -- Sleepysunrise had never bothered to think about it. Settling down and tucking her paws beneath her, she was having fun listening to the little bird yap on. "The old man's old though, you never know what might enter his mind."
She hummed, amused. She knew very well Hawkbite was still spry as ever and probably wouldn't lose his mind anytime soon (look who's talking), but she couldn't help but poke fun at his advanced age and the stereotype of crazy old lunatics. How funny would it be if their very own commander went down that path? HAH! Entirely ignoring the cats such as her Grandmother, who might as well be twice his age but were still "young" and strong as ever. She just wanted to poke some fun at the old man.
"Hah! I bet you won't."
The topic shifted after her blurted out question, Sleepysunrise moving to rest his chin on her paws; a rare moment where she let most her guard down, a subtle sign she believed Rookfire to be of no threat to her. Or in general, really. He was a good boy, and Sleepysunrise didn't feel as distrustful of him as she did some others, even with all the talk of a prophecy. It hadn't come true yet, now had it? The dead always did have a lot to say, and it wasn't always true. The young medic hummed, cracking an eye open to look out over the clearing and then Rookfire. "How is that going for you? As far as I can tell, that mind of yours is still nice and locked up within that rock we call a skull."
Unlike some people. She tapped her head. She was calling him not-crazy, be happy. "How could anyone possibly loose their mind, anyway."
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'ooooh cold' rookfire just snorted dismissively. why would be grieve cats not even smart enough to keep themselves from dying without any outside thread? he wouldnt expect anycat to grieve him if he were to die, and even less so if it happened stupidly. perhaps that was what set him apart from the apprentices, born into shadowclan and expecting praise for little more than existing.
"if thats the case i recon he'll have ta' retire" a shrug, non commital as ever. "hawkbite isnt old though, just cuz youre barely old enough to talk doesnt mean anyone else is one paw in the grave eh" he was pretty sure mistlewhisker and dawnstar were older than hawkbite, not to mention twilightstar who, from what he'd heard, appeared to be damn near immortal.
"mh, havent thought about killing a clanmate since magpiecove finally ranked up n left me alone" rookfire replied, dry sarcasm making the words almost bone dry. angular head turned, eyes no longer halfheartedly scanning the clearing but instead focussed on sleepysunrise again. for a moment, he didnt speak, just thought. while he couldnt remember ever subconsciously classifying the younger feline a threat, not like hawkbite or even certain enforcers, she was still dawnstars granddaughter and not particularly unpopular at that. his social standing wasnt threatened here, but he didnt want to spill his guts to someone thatd turn around and cackle about it until rookfire did think about killing a clanmate again.
"its a saying. you dont literally lose anything"
[ hes a man of few words i fear ]
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Doeflame wasn't one to be awake in the middle of the night. She slept like a log most of the time, but tonight nature called, and she found herself rising from her nest and stumbling bleary-eyed through the clearing and to the dirtplace.
When she came back a few minutes later, she was more awake; her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and her mind was clear. As she walked across the clearing, she noticed something she hadn't seen before. An apprentice, or maybe an older kit, lying alone in the clearing.
As much as she wanted to return to the warmth of the warrior's den, curiosity overtook her, and Doeflame found herself padding up to the tom. What was his name? She racked her brains, but came up blank. She had never been the best with names, and she didn't often interact with cats his age. Okay, that was fine, she didn't need to know what he was called. "Hey," she said, voice cutting through the silence of the clearing. "Whatcha doing out here in the cold? Surely it's nicer in the apprentices' den. Or the nursery, I guess. You a kit or an apprentice?"
BASSPAW
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The common response would have been for Basspaw to startle from the sudden sound of another cat's voice breaking the solitude, but he was much too relaxed and a fair amount sleepy for any kind of physical reaction.
With his body still at a comfortable laying stance, the apprentice turned his head to face his clanmate's direction, still remembering and caring to present polite etiquette. He had seen this warrior around a little bit, but not very much at all, and he wasn't sure he'd ever heard her name before — or at least, put the name to the face.
“You're right, it'd very much be nicer in the Apprentices' Den....” It was always pretty warm in there 'cus they were all squished together, and the sound of other cats snoring was a little comforting, a brief and subtle reminder that they were all together — one big family. He found it very endearing to be around, though he didn't often think too much about it. Today just felt... reflective. “I just wanted to get away for a little. Do my own thing, y'know? It's kind of nice to have personal time every once in a while, and it feels a lot more special when not many other people are up.”
He'd already kind of indirectly answered her question, but if she hadn't been sure of his rank, it'd probably be useful for her to know his name. “I'm Basspaw, if you were wondering :)” he offered, giving the warrior a soft and kind smile, an invitation for her to share her name as well.
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// sorry for the late response! no obligation to reply if you're busy : )
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“what a lovely misunderstanding
it got you smiling!
and because of such lovely misunderstanding
i’m smiling too”
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╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ Icedawn
White she-cat with very pale, barely visible rosette spots and mint eyes.
She/Her | 13 Moons| + every 6th | ShadowClan Warrior | Selectively Mute
Purrks:
Well Insulated [Permanently Active] • Mind Reader [Permanently Active]
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Icedawn drew in a breath, looking at the sky as the clouds drifted across it. She could definitely get used to being a warrior. She didn't feel like a warrior. Perhaps she was yet to be put into situations that made her feel as such.
{OPEN-ish?}
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BASSPAW
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The apprentice had been thinking recently, and he wanted to get to know a lot more of his clanmates better. He'd talked to a few, and so far it'd always been pleasant, but he really didn't know most of these cats at all! And he supposed that was common and normal, there were a lot of other cats in ShadowClan, but he felt some internal sense of urgency in becoming more immersed in his Clan's community and befriending other people. Or at least trying. Starting a conversation. Something.
He had a very relaxed personality and was not pushy at all, and he understood most other people didn't place the same emphasis that he did on socializing. To be frank, he wasn't really that much of an extrovert at all. Basspaw just wanted to feel close with the people around him, and he figured a step in that direction was just talking to people, even if no further conversation or friendship came out of it.
Hence, the lad found himself walking up to Icedawn, vaguely recognizing her but never having spoken to her. He wasn't sure if she looked open to conversation, but she didn't look.... busy, so he proceeded. “Hey ^_^” Basspaw greeted, his voice soft and the inflection in his tone marking the greeting open-ended.
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“what a lovely misunderstanding
it got you smiling!
and because of such lovely misunderstanding
i’m smiling too”
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⸝⸝⸝ 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.
She thought he'd flail and whine, but nope. Houndpaw threw dirt instead; it was unexpected. Dawnstar shut her eyes and turned her head out of the way of the dirt, her hold loosening on the apprentice, and he managed to squirm free from her grasp. As she opens her eyes and turns to face him, she feels pain shoot through her muzzle. It was mild, barely there, but pain nonetheless.
She lifted a paw to swipe her forepaw over her cheek and looked down, noting the traces of red on her paw. Irritation mixed with pride smoldered in her chest. The mother peers at her son with an unreadable expression that eventually relaxes into satisfaction.
"You scratched me, well done, I was worried you didn't have it in you." She licks the back of her forepaw, rubbing it against the lightly bleeding scratch on her face, and then leaves it alone. It stings a bit, but she wouldn't even need to visit Sleepysunrise. It'd scab over by nightfall.
"That's not how cats usually get out of pins, but it works. You're resourceful, using your surroundings to your benefit. Where did you learn to fight like that?" Fighting dirty wasn't something Dawnstar did often, if ever, but she was not against cats doing what they had to do to get an edge in a fight. When it came to fighting honorably and dishonorably, she'd always side with whichever brought her cats home alive.
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Dawnstar is the leader of ShadowClan. She has a semi-closed den policy as in do not enter without asking permission first or her fangs'll greet you. ShadowClan Resources ||| Dawnstar ||| ||| Kit Curriculum Finder
ׂ╰┈➤ Sleepysunrise ✘ Shc Medicine Cat ←
☽ She/Her, 14 Moons ✧.* Petite dark semi-long-furred feline with white tufts across her body, white freckles and piercing blue eyes ☾
Shadow Fiend * CALL ME MONSTER * Silk Spinner * Purrk
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Stuffy, huh? The medic regarded Houndpaw's nose with curiosity, almost instinctively twitching her own. It shouldn't be a surprise that his nose was stuffy with the way it sat kinda crooked - Sleepysunrise tilted her head in the same direction - perhaps she should crack in back in place. Something to ponder when they were out of this hole, she blinked upwards. "Hm, maybe."
She answered the apprentice's whispers, scratching at the dirt wall. Mentally, she noted the comment regarding the dirt.
Unsurprisingly, the young medic was still largely unfazed by her grandmother's apparent irritation. Still, she wasn't happy about Shadepaw digging around her den, Sleepysunrise knew better than to comment on it. When the familiar stick appeared in sight and Houndpaw began climbing up (obviously she would go last, being the most adultiest-adult of the group), she took her time glancing around the hole meanwhile. Then up went Ashpaw, and Sleepysunrise remained close to the stick (she didn't want either of them falling again, it would be a pain) when the young apprentice slipped and almost fell.
"Calm there, sasquatch, dig your claws back in the bark."
The medic called from down below, seeing no reason to panic like that when all he needed to do was dig his back claws back into the bark of the branch. She blinked slowly, a rare occurrence, glancing around again while she stood near the hanging stick. With the way Ashpaw was panicking, she decided against jumping up and adding more weight to it. She'd have to wait until the apprentice either fell off or got pulled up, so she did. She in turn was ignoring the presence of Hawkbite, whom she feared might have some choice words for the group.
After some hesitation, Houndpaw starts climbing up. He climbs the branch without falling off, she doesn't even bother with glaring at him after he reaches the top and jumps out. Her attention is already on Ashpaw as he attempts to climb up. Even with Houndpaw's help holding the stick, the branch still bows under the extra weight. She's a bit surprised by how flexible the limb is.
The younger apprentice starts out doing great, but near the top, he seems to have some trouble; it looks like he lost his grip. Dawnstar leans down, claws slide out for extra grip, and flashes her fangs, reaching down to grab Ashpaw by the scruff before he could tumble back into the hole. Her tail whips out wildly behind her for a heartbeat there, she's concerned she'll be tumbling down with the cat, but in a show of raw strength, the leader manages to haul the apprentice's dead weight back with her up and over the lip of the hole.
She drops Ashpaw onto the solid ground and runs her tongue over her fangs. She bit his scuff a little harder than she normally would and checked she hadn't torn through his flesh. She found bits of fur between her fangs, but tasted no blood. She leans in to give the apprentice's neck a tentative sniff and look over, but it seems he's alright.
"Stay put, you and my nuisance of a son have some explaining to do." She tells Ashpaw and turns back to look down the hole to ensure Sleepysunrise gets up alright.
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Dawnstar is the leader of ShadowClan. She has a semi-closed den policy as in do not enter without asking permission first or her fangs'll greet you. ShadowClan Resources ||| Dawnstar ||| ||| Kit Curriculum Finder
⸝⸝⸝ 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). ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Houndpaw let out a muffled gasp, eyes widening in shock as Ashpaw's hindpaw slipped. His heart leapt, but he dug his teeth in harder; wood flooding his tastebuds. Ouch. Could he get a splinter inside his mouth? He hoped not.
His ears twitched at the distant sound of Sleepy's voice. The nickname almost made him giggled. Almost. Thankfully, DawnMa saves the day and drags him up by the scruff. Houndpaw dug his claws into the soil; paws firmly planted to keep his stance balanced. Thump. Thump. Ashpaw was on the ground. It was only Sleepysunrise that remained in the depths. Silly kitty. Ooh man, he was just tired at this point. So much digging. Maybe he could sleep after this. That sounded nice. It was a shame he couldn't sleep in his hole like he had been planning.
He glanced towards Dawnstar, eep. His reckoning had came. He glanced towards Ashpaw. If he really wanted to, he could throw them both into the mud. Maybe if she was mad at two apprentices it would be better than one. On the other paw, ugh. Ugh. UGH! He hated being the older one here.
Ever so slowly, Houndpaw would steady the branch with his frontpaws instead of his teeth; watching Sleepysunrise carefully. She better escape the hole. "Uhm, m' sorry... Super d-duper sorry,, I uh, want-ted... to see how deep I could go with uhm, diggin' a hole. "plus.. I want-ted to sleep in it, it-t's fun. And it kind-da build-ds your st-trength, so, uhm, I invit-ted Ashpaw to come d-dig his own hole for t-training. 'N then the ground ate us. I d-didn't know it wuz gonna d-do that, it just.. GAH!! so fast!!" He babbled on (mumbling a few parts), keeping his gaze firmly below. His ma's gaze was too .. much. He had to focus on his task. His right eyelid twitched. "I'm sorry,,"
She thought he'd flail and whine, but nope. Houndpaw threw dirt instead; it was unexpected. Dawnstar shut her eyes and turned her head out of the way of the dirt, her hold loosening on the apprentice, and he managed to squirm free from her grasp. As she opens her eyes and turns to face him, she feels pain shoot through her muzzle. It was mild, barely there, but pain nonetheless.
She lifted a paw to swipe her forepaw over her cheek and looked down, noting the traces of red on her paw. Irritation mixed with pride smoldered in her chest. The mother peers at her son with an unreadable expression that eventually relaxes into satisfaction.
"You scratched me, well done, I was worried you didn't have it in you." She licks the back of her forepaw, rubbing it against the lightly bleeding scratch on her face, and then leaves it alone. It stings a bit, but she wouldn't even need to visit Sleepysunrise. It'd scab over by nightfall.
"That's not how cats usually get out of pins, but it works. You're resourceful, using your surroundings to your benefit. Where did you learn to fight like that?" Fighting dirty wasn't something Dawnstar did often, if ever, but she was not against cats doing what they had to do to get an edge in a fight. When it came to fighting honorably and dishonorably, she'd always side with whichever brought her cats home alive.
⸝⸝⸝ 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). ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ He hadn't expect to pull his claws away and to see stark crimson. They all bled the same. Mice, toads, cats. Could someone ── something bigger and stronger than his Ma take her away from him? She stares at him in unreadable silence. Fear jolts through his body, the mere possibility of her being torn as he mutilated prey was something he could recognize as illogical (she was the strongest!) and yet it did little to soothe the terrifying idea. Houndpaw had hurt her.
His bottom lip wavers and he really, really tries not to cry. Even when Dawnstar offers warm praise it doesn't stop the overwhelming guilt bubbling up. Golden irises are fixated on the relatively small scratch, completely tensed up. Tears welt up in his waterline, images flashing through his mind like rapidfire. To his benefit, they do not spill over his cheeks (with great effort.) He shuffles forward to sit by her side, leaning to try and begin licking at her muzzle in sympathy. Mlem. The taste of iron. "M sorry tho..." He confesses, ears lowering. It was a good thing he'd never have to fight his Mama in a real battle.
Admittedly, Houndpaw did allow small triumph to arise after the fact. She had called him resourceful and it made his tail wag a little bit. He had wanted to surprise her and success! And she wasn't mad either. This was,, good.
"Howchu supp-posed to get outta a pin, anyway?" He inquired after a moment, sniffling. No more tears. Nuh-uh. "Uuhm, well dirt 'n dust always irrit-t..-tates my eyes when I'm diggin' a-and you said t-to go for the eyes.. Th-hought if I could dist-t-tract you then you wouldn't exp-pect it, " A pause, where?? "So, .. here..?" He tilts his head to the side. He wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to answer here.
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