ShadowClan Clearing

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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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What was a SASQUATCH!? Ashpaw scraped and pulled at the stick that was currently stopping him from plunging back into the hole. His back paws didn't even get a chance to try scrabbling at the wood to find a way to dig into it again when he felt Dawnstar bite into his scruff. There was a moment that she paused and the apprentice had a momentary thought that they would both tumble down.

The idea was short-lived, though, as the leader lifted him up with quite a bit of pressure drilling into his scruff. It definitely smarted, but he was just happy to be back on his own four paws in the clearing. Even if it was almost impossible to tell that his usually well groomed pelt was grey with all the dirt that covered him. Dawnstar addressed him shortly, so he nodded. "Yes, ma'am..." He mewed quietly, shaking out his pelt once she finally stepped away. He could feel a mild sting where she had grabbed him, but he didn't make a complaint about it. It wasn't something he could see, but he was pretty sure he couldn't smell blood.

Then, Houndpaw started talking. The strange rhythm of his stuttered speak seemed even heavier as he addressed his mother. His ears perked up a bit as he heard him explaining it... and, yeah, that sounded like exactly what had happened. Though, it definitely didn't leave Ashpaw faultless. He did realize that it was a hazard, especially where it was. His tail tip twitched back and forth as he looked down at his paws. He hadn't even really put much thought into filling it back up except that they probably would when they were done digging. He supposed there wouldn't have been a reason to expect they would both go tumbling into some weird, ancient tunnel, though...

@Undertaker - Dawnstar | @wolfie - Houndpaw | @Estelle - Sleepysunrise

[sylvia26]

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WildFlame
Tom|51 moons old|ShadowClan Senior Warrior
"The wild pines are my home and that spark of life is my mother, try me"
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he groomed his mother, listening to her vent about whatever it was on her mind...
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SparkFire
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She-cat|91 moons old|ShadowClan Elder
"my remaining sparks remain in my heart, not my legs. a flame of mine has made me push on"
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*+:｡.｡　"I told ya, over n over again" she was saying "I ain't no rouge" she huffed finishing up her story "ya remember...when I lost the backs of ma legs?worst day of ma life" she grumbled "was on a patrol, chasin out minks...ferret...whatever dem things were, it was raining, pelten down on us, we succeed in making them weasels run like kittypets!" she jolted a bit, body shuddering with a cough, she huffed after the coughing fit and she continued "I wont ever forget, the cracking of dat tree, it came flyin down, I pushed a cat out da way...erm...spottedfur was it...yea, and then I felt pain...then poof it was gone, but ya know, I cried that night was I realized I couldn't walk...worse thing ever to happen to me" she sighed settling down as her son groomed her "ya know...I wonder what it be like to run again...once starclan takes me...up..ya know?" with that she fell asleep. snoring a bit..　｡.｡:+*

[these were activity posts but anyone is open to interact]

[dino.]

Grottopaw was getting restless. Falling behind, he was certain. His siblings were progressing quicker than he was. Not many things grated on him, but failure? Failure was one. He needed to catch up.

He slipped out of the apprentices' den at the crack of dawn and sought out the very first face he could find. In all honesty he hadn't been paying much attention to his Clanmates lately. He thought this one had some sort of drama surrounding her, but he didn't know what, and didn't exactly care, either. Unless Mother said otherwise, if she could train him, that was all he was asking for. "Excuse me." It was clipped as he approached her, not exactly a greeting. "I need training. Combat, preferably."

[ @c1nder ]

[Estelle]

ׂ╰┈➤ 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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Her claws flexed in and out of the ground as she waited, unbothered by the apprentice almost falling once more. She just kept her eyes glued on his grey body as he flailed and needed to be hoisted up by the leader's strong claws - sheesh, you'd think the kid would know better than to fall (as if he had a choice). She twitched her whiskers in mild impatience; though the little black and white cat didn't per-se want to get out right away, they had been working towards that for some time now, and Sleepysunrise was growing bored. She couldn't try to dig these holes out further with her grandmother watching, and standing around like that made her paws hurt.

Eventually though, both apprentices had gotten out and it was finally her turn. She cast a last - slightly sad - glanced around the hole before hooking her claws into the bark of the much-too-long branch and hoisted herself up with practiced ease, getting out of the hole and standing at her grandmother's side in no time. Climbing was a skill she still often practiced, as she did squirreling; falling would have been nothing short of an embarrassment.

Now out of the hole, that did leave her to ponder the next issue: it was so close to her den, she could only fathom kits or apprentices falling in and breaking something when trying to reach her. And as much as she'd take any kind of practice she could get, Sleepysunrise did not think pulling cats out of this hole was worthwhile or even practical for anyone. Except maybe Owlthroat; perhaps she could nix the big guy on hole-pulling duty. She glanced aside thoughtfully, she ought to suggest that to Miss Grandmama if they couldn't fix this soon.
"What are we going to do about this hole?"
She let the question fall, more looking for suggestions than immediate answers, considering what little time they've had to think about it.

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⊹ [ @Undertaker - Dawnstar | @wolfie - Houndpaw | @namen_roodles - Ashpaw ] ⊹

[pixel.]

Petalpaw
Shadowclan App ☙ 7 moons ☙ She/Her
"In joy or sadness, flowers are our closest friend."

Petalpaw trotted into the clearing, her head high, proud of herself of the prey she had caught with Bramblethorn. She gave a small dip towards her mentor before heading towards the apprentice den.

@sylvia26 - Bramblethorn

[sylvia26]

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BrambleThorn
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She-cat | 12 moons old | ShadowClan warrior | Lyrebird's Lullaby - Not Active
"I might be Small but I'm Mighty!"



•·.·''·.·•bramblethorn padded after her apprentice, holding a large rabbit, she purrs when her apprentice looks so proud and so she should, she caught a good piece of prey, she pads over to the Fresh-Kill-Pile and drops it off. "whoo, now, I am taking a much needed grooming session" she meows softly as she goes to do just that. now to think of more training ideas.•·.·''·.·
[+1 Rabbit]

@pixel. [fat rabbit has been caught]

[Morrigan]

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

Another day of mediocrity. Quietraven eyed the comings and goings of camp with disinterest. Life had been so dull...peaceful, but dull. Should she be glad? Probably, boring was better than chaotic wasn't it? Sometimes she yearned for a mess. A disaster. That was wrong. It should be wrong. But who was she to lie to herself? She didn't deserve decite again and she wouldn't torment herself with it.

Still, perched on her favourite rock, the dark molly awaited change. Change was necessary. Not always good but a vital part of life. What kind of change did she want? Quietraven wasn't so sure but it wasn't this tedious cycle of waking up, working and going back to sleep. Sometimes you have to throw a stone and see if it sinks or floats. Most often times the former.

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