Morningpaw looked over, a little startled, when the new apprentice called his name. With a grin, the tabby sat up from his nest, stretching. "Over here." He called to the calico, flicking his ear. "There's space on this side here- Come on." Grinning still, he shifted slightly so Wild could see.
@namen_roodles (I AM SO SORRY ABOUT SLOWNESS AND TERRIBLE SHORTNESS AND FORMATTNG)
WILDPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice | 6 Moons | Long-furred calico tom with yellow eyes
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Wildpaw padded over quickly with his big bunch of moss and dropped it beside Morningpaw's nest. He started to shape and fluff his new bed. "Perfect! Isn't it so cool that we can share a den now? I can sneak up on you any time!" He teased with a grin as he walked a tight circle in his new bed and loafed beside his friend. What kind of antics could he get into with Morningpaw, now? Only time would tell!
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Adderpaw roused from her nest, the air felt warmer. Seemed seasons were changing soon. She wondered what the flowers would look like in green leaf. Hmm. She glanced over at her friends nest , she should organize a training session with mushroompaw. After all she wanted to graduate with the younger apprentice. For now though she would finish her nap and then get back to training.
( Closed )
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“All toasters needs some bread and all bread needs to be toasted” - infamous burntToast
Hey! No, what was his problem?! The poor guy was not expecting to have a mossball yeeted at him with enough force to knock him off his paws. He didn't even know mossballs could be thrown that hard. He sadly had a knack for landing on his face, and ended up bumping his already (barely) sore nose.
The sensitive apprentice scrambles to his paws, lip quivering, eyes watering, and glares at Bleedingpaw's back as he goes to tackle Houndpaw and Scorpionpaw. Bleedingpaw started this by booping Weepingpaw's nose, so he got bit on the tail for it. That was supposed to be it. They were even. Buuuuuut nooooooooo!
Bygones were meant to be bygones, and Weepingpaw was supposed to be going back to sleep, but now this was war. Which meant the big gun was coming out.
"EM!" Weepingpaw was pulling out all the stops for this. The waterworks were on flood as he stumbled over towards Foxpaw, where Emberpaw was sitting, out of the chaos. "Bulling me, Bleedingpaw is! My nose, he kicked and his tail, I bite. A mossball, he threw at me, and now hurt my nose, it does." The apprentice blubbered to his sibling.
The crybaby was sniffling and hiccupping when Venompaw pushed some mossballs in his direction. Hitting Bleedingpaw with moss seemed too nice in Weepingpaw's opinion, but not one to refuse an offer. He tries chucking the balls at Bleedingpaw, emphasis on tries. Weepingpaw's aim was horrible when it came to tossing. Unknowingly, part of the reason why he was crying to Em. If they hit Bleedingpaw, then StarClan was literally on his side.
@wolfie @Morrigan @Rani @Fits @SuspiciousMindz @Mica
Weepingpaw was in the middle of curling up for a nap. He circled in his nest, once, twice, and bam! He was flopping down on his flank, tackled to the ground. The initial panic in his eyes died as he sheathed the half-unsheathed claws after recognizing Houndpaw's scent. The tension drained in his muscles as Houndpaw thrust his face so close their noses were touching.
"Rawr! Hi! Mutt." Weepingpaw laughs and mimics his brother's greeting while raising a paw to push his brother's face away from him in an attempt to get up. The apprentice wasn't certain what a mutt was, but he had heard Dawnstar refer to the apprentice as that before. So the sensitive apprentice made it his brother's nickname. Weepingpaw was big for his age, like all Dawnspawn, but he was pretty sure Houndpaw was bigger and heavier. "Good at stealth, you are. Hear you, I did not!" He praised his brother, and cocks his head hearing about questions.
"Listen, I will. Answer, I will try." He said, but assumed his brother would ask him regardless. Once Houndpaw got off the apprentice, he rolled to his paws and sat up straight.
The first question was beyond confusing, and it took a few long moments for him to comprehend what was being asked. Was that gender? Yes! He talked with the leader about this before.
"Born a girl, I was, but liked the word, I did not. Why I like not, know I do not. Right, it does not feel. Alright, Momster said, more of a feeling who I am than knowing. Boy, I try. Like better I do. Good sound. A boy, I am." He explained as straightforwardly and convolutedly as possible. Dawnstar said his who he was is more of a feeling than logic, he chose to be a boy purely because he liked the word boy more than girl. He was pretty sure that's not how it always worked, but Momster said it was fine. So it was fine. The next question was way easier. No need for him to think long and hard about it.
"Strong, pretty, cats, like Mamawhisker, Momster likes." He smiled, uncertain how Slytiger had his way into Dawnstar's heart. He broke it and had yet to fix it anyway. "Us too. Important, family is." Weepingpaw went through everything he knew about Dawnstar.
"Ugly, but strong, Bite is. Bad cats or invaders for him to fight, we could find. Save us, he could?" Sadly, Hawkbite was too ugly to be considered pretty, and he wasn't very big, but maybe if they show off his better qualities like his strength and willingness to protect the family, that would make up for his hideousness. "In trouble, we may get," He adds after a thought. That would take a lot of planning and be dangerous, but the latter was not a fear of his.
"Together time they spend, if patrol or train with us, we make them." Patrolling was a good way to spend time together or train. Houndpaw would have to make Dawnstar come with him. Weepingpaw could deal with Hawkbite. "Or game they could play." He wasn't sure if Dawnstar would play, but he knew Hawkbite liked to play and cuddling.
"Fun, training is. Learned much, I have. Climbing trees, my favorite is, high go I. Great mentor, Hawkbite is. Fun with Mamawhisker, is your training?"
@wolfie
Daring to raise his voice had clearly been a mistake. First Scorpionpaw had apparently decided that Foxpaw's nest was a safe haven and was promptly whacked (this was merely an act of nature, no fault of Foxpaw's). She soon fled, but not without giving Foxpaw a few hits of his own. He received them with a low growl, still screwing his eyes shut to preserve his delusional hope to hold onto the sleepiness inside.
Then Houndpaw, the catalyst, took notice of Foxpaw's whining. He had been carrying around a nest for StarClan only knew what reason and decided to offload it onto his brother. And, as if that wasn't enough, he felt the impact of another mossball hitting his head from somewhere beyond the darkness and nearly exploded. He would get no sleep here, and these ruffians could not be reasoned with. There was only one thing left to do.
With more effort than he'd ever put into a single training session, Foxpaw attacked the nest in a flurry of claws, sending bits of moss flying in every direction as the bed was reduced to scraps. If this was war, then he would become a turret. He felt his claws ripping blindly through the stuff and wouldn't be surprised if a pelt or two got caught in the fray. Not that he cared, of course--so long as the criminals in the apprentices' den knew his wrath.
WILDPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice | 6 Moons | Long-furred calico tom with yellow eyes
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Wildpaw padded over quickly with his big bunch of moss and dropped it beside Morningpaw's nest. He started to shape and fluff his new bed. "Perfect! Isn't it so cool that we can share a den now? I can sneak up on you any time!" He teased with a grin as he walked a tight circle in his new bed and loafed beside his friend. What kind of antics could he get into with Morningpaw, now? Only time would tell!
(No worries haha I have had a weekend)
MORNINGPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice ~ 7 moons ~ He/Him
"Oh fantastic, a swamp that talks to you"
Posts: 130+/100
Agatha Kitty
Morningpaw grinned, licking his paws as the younger apprentice came over with his nest. "It is cool.. And don't you worry, I'll get better at spotting you! You'll have to try harder before you get me again." The black and brown mottled tabby gave a small, mock growl, flicking Wildpaw with his tail. Then, he put his paws down, lay in a loaf, and tucked them under his chest. Flicking his ear, he asked, "Have you met any of the others yet?"
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Weepingpaw was in the middle of curling up for a nap. He circled in his nest, once, twice, and bam! He was flopping down on his flank, tackled to the ground. The initial panic in his eyes died as he sheathed the half-unsheathed claws after recognizing Houndpaw's scent. The tension drained in his muscles as Houndpaw thrust his face so close their noses were touching.
"Rawr! Hi! Mutt." Weepingpaw laughs and mimics his brother's greeting while raising a paw to push his brother's face away from him in an attempt to get up. The apprentice wasn't certain what a mutt was, but he had heard Dawnstar refer to the apprentice as that before. So the sensitive apprentice made it his brother's nickname. Weepingpaw was big for his age, like all Dawnspawn, but he was pretty sure Houndpaw was bigger and heavier. "Good at stealth, you are. Hear you, I did not!" He praised his brother, and cocks his head hearing about questions.
"Listen, I will. Answer, I will try." He said, but assumed his brother would ask him regardless. Once Houndpaw got off the apprentice, he rolled to his paws and sat up straight.
The first question was beyond confusing, and it took a few long moments for him to comprehend what was being asked. Was that gender? Yes! He talked with the leader about this before.
"Born a girl, I was, but liked the word, I did not. Why I like not, know I do not. Right, it does not feel. Alright, Momster said, more of a feeling who I am than knowing. Boy, I try. Like better I do. Good sound. A boy, I am." He explained as straightforwardly and convolutedly as possible. Dawnstar said his who he was is more of a feeling than logic, he chose to be a boy purely because he liked the word boy more than girl. He was pretty sure that's not how it always worked, but Momster said it was fine. So it was fine. The next question was way easier. No need for him to think long and hard about it.
"Strong, pretty, cats, like Mamawhisker, Momster likes." He smiled, uncertain how Slytiger had his way into Dawnstar's heart. He broke it and had yet to fix it anyway. "Us too. Important, family is." Weepingpaw went through everything he knew about Dawnstar.
"Ugly, but strong, Bite is. Bad cats or invaders for him to fight, we could find. Save us, he could?" Sadly, Hawkbite was too ugly to be considered pretty, and he wasn't very big, but maybe if they show off his better qualities like his strength and willingness to protect the family, that would make up for his hideousness. "In trouble, we may get," He adds after a thought. That would take a lot of planning and be dangerous, but the latter was not a fear of his.
"Together time they spend, if patrol or train with us, we make them." Patrolling was a good way to spend time together or train. Houndpaw would have to make Dawnstar come with him. Weepingpaw could deal with Hawkbite. "Or game they could play." He wasn't sure if Dawnstar would play, but he knew Hawkbite liked to play and cuddling.
"Fun, training is. Learned much, I have. Climbing trees, my favorite is, high go I. Great mentor, Hawkbite is. Fun with Mamawhisker, is your training?"
@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. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Houndpaw blinked twice at getting called Mutt before giggling. He liked having special nicknames like Nuisance, Parasite, Idiot, Mutt, .. uuhm, he couldn't remember if he had more. "Danke! Been pract-t-ticing, " He let out a rumbling purr, tail swishing. Swish. Swish. He was thinkin' of a compliment to return.
And then he was tryna pay attention to his wise, older brother. Oh! Oh! "You're smart-t, " He added on, nodding in affirmation. That's why he had came here. Silly Hound. He settled against the floor, wiggling as Weepingpaw explained. Swish. Swish. Swish. His brother's eyes were very orange. What color was his eyes? He couldn't interrupt him to ask that. Uhm.
Houndpaw tried not to betray his confusion, resting his head on his paws and alas his head still tilt slightly to the side. "But th-hey're just word-ds?" He mumbled under his breath. Swish. He was okay with being a boy. He didn't know anything but that though. "Can I have all the word-ds? I d-dunno if I'd like anot-t..-ther one bett-t-ter, " He finally confessed.
And then onto the more interesting part.
He listened along, nodding slowly. Houndpaw shot up at the mention of invaders, mind beginning to spin together a plan of chaos. "Yes!! T-then, we c-could help too! I wanna D-D-DEST-TROY a bad cat or somet-thin'. " He grinned, tail beginning to pick up in pace. "T-troub-ble worth it to get bet-tter. Ma might be happy t-to have no bad guys. And Hawk will imp-press. " That seemed like the best plan. He didn't know why Weepingpaw gave him more plans but he listened anyway.
"We could, I guess!! May-maybe uuuhm, flaying? Haven't-t figured that out yet and Mama likes it. D-does Hawks like? We could .. lead t-them to the same p-place. D-dawning Woods seems fit-t..tt.....ting, " He snickered at his own joke, torn ear flickering. His left eye twitched. He wasn't as fun as the other, but he did want to learn flaying...
"Oh..oh! Maybe put.. Grot-t-topaw and Weeps in a hole. Big one. Then Hawks and D-Dawn have t-to help cuz. Gotta be a not Hound Hole tho, Mama alread-dy d-don't like 'em, " He sighed woefully. Maybe one day.
"Ooawh... T-trees are cool! Uhmm, Miss Mist-tle's t-taught me how t-to hunt. She's quiet-t but I lik-ke her. Seeeeer-rreeius. I learn from ot-thers t-too. And mysself!! Opening prey is fun. "
MORNINGPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice ~ 7 moons ~ He/Him
"Oh fantastic, a swamp that talks to you"
Posts: 130+/100
Agatha Kitty
Morningpaw grinned, licking his paws as the younger apprentice came over with his nest. "It is cool.. And don't you worry, I'll get better at spotting you! You'll have to try harder before you get me again." The black and brown mottled tabby gave a small, mock growl, flicking Wildpaw with his tail. Then, he put his paws down, lay in a loaf, and tucked them under his chest. Flicking his ear, he asked, "Have you met any of the others yet?"
WILDPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice | 6 Moons | Long-furred calico tom with yellow eyes
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Wildpaw grinned at Morningpaw's very likely argument. The young calico decided he would just have to get sneakier. Suddenly, He understood what Wisppaw had said about Shadepaw. "Uhm. Well, I've med Wispypaw... and Muddypaw! and I played with A/shpaw a few times while we were both in the nursery." Wildpaw mewed, trying to think of how many friends he had.
Not very many so far. He probably needed to change that.
Mosstangle is an Enforcer in Shadowclan! Mention me whenever she is needed! My characters' thoughts, emotions, and actions are simply descriptions and roleplay, and do not align with my personal thoughts, emotions, and actions. *Pockets Full Of Purrkies active!*
⸝⸝⸝ 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. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Houndpaw blinked twice at getting called Mutt before giggling. He liked having special nicknames like Nuisance, Parasite, Idiot, Mutt, .. uuhm, he couldn't remember if he had more. "Danke! Been pract-t-ticing, " He let out a rumbling purr, tail swishing. Swish. Swish. He was thinkin' of a compliment to return.
And then he was tryna pay attention to his wise, older brother. Oh! Oh! "You're smart-t, " He added on, nodding in affirmation. That's why he had came here. Silly Hound. He settled against the floor, wiggling as Weepingpaw explained. Swish. Swish. Swish. His brother's eyes were very orange. What color was his eyes? He couldn't interrupt him to ask that. Uhm.
Houndpaw tried not to betray his confusion, resting his head on his paws and alas his head still tilt slightly to the side. "But th-hey're just word-ds?" He mumbled under his breath. Swish. He was okay with being a boy. He didn't know anything but that though. "Can I have all the word-ds? I d-dunno if I'd like anot-t..-ther one bett-t-ter, " He finally confessed.
And then onto the more interesting part.
He listened along, nodding slowly. Houndpaw shot up at the mention of invaders, mind beginning to spin together a plan of chaos. "Yes!! T-then, we c-could help too! I wanna D-D-DEST-TROY a bad cat or somet-thin'. " He grinned, tail beginning to pick up in pace. "T-troub-ble worth it to get bet-tter. Ma might be happy t-to have no bad guys. And Hawk will imp-press. " That seemed like the best plan. He didn't know why Weepingpaw gave him more plans but he listened anyway.
"We could, I guess!! May-maybe uuuhm, flaying? Haven't-t figured that out yet and Mama likes it. D-does Hawks like? We could .. lead t-them to the same p-place. D-dawning Woods seems fit-t..tt.....ting, " He snickered at his own joke, torn ear flickering. His left eye twitched. He wasn't as fun as the other, but he did want to learn flaying...
"Oh..oh! Maybe put.. Grot-t-topaw and Weeps in a hole. Big one. Then Hawks and D-Dawn have t-to help cuz. Gotta be a not Hound Hole tho, Mama alread-dy d-don't like 'em, " He sighed woefully. Maybe one day.
"Ooawh... T-trees are cool! Uhmm, Miss Mist-tle's t-taught me how t-to hunt. She's quiet-t but I lik-ke her. Seeeeer-rreeius. I learn from ot-thers t-too. And mysself!! Opening prey is fun. "
Weepingpaw chuckled at the returned compliment. He didn't think he was all that smart, not compared to some of their siblings, but he'd take a compliment without a complaint since it'd be rude not to.
The apprentice flickered his tail back and forth, confusion brimming in his orange orbs at the question. He wanted all the words? Could he claim words? Words had meanings, didn't they? That's why they speak them, right?
"Just words, if they were? Okay, would you be, a she-cat I could call you?" He asked curiously. If his brother permitted him to refer to him as a she-cat, he would do it until he was told to stop. He was pretty sure words were more than just words, and Houndpaw would understand him more if Weepingpaw ran around calling him a girl. It wouldn't feel right.
"The words you can have, but later share them you will, if I need them." He's still not sure if he could just own words, but Momster owned cats, so Houndpaw could own words.
At the mention of helping, Weepingpaw blinked his eyes. That would be a good way to gain experience, which Dawnstar said they should always strive to gain along with training. "How to fight, you know?" Weepingpaw hadn't learned how to fight properly aside from his battle stance. That part of his training was all he was missing, and it was going very slowly. "Destroy invaders, you can, too. Learn how to fight, I must, before then." Weepingpaw didn't want to be the weakest if Houndpaw planned to help Hawkbite fight. Dawnstar might look down on him.
At the mention of flaying, Weepingpaw took a second to recall it was the thing Momster did with the snake. "No knows if flaying he likes," Weepingpaw admits with a scowl. "Ask I will." He enjoyed asking Hawkbite things; his answers were usually fun.
"Hole? Know, I do not, if down a hole Grotto will like going." Weepingpaw did not want to be stuck in a hole with Grottopaw if the second eldest was going to be grumpy about it. He is mean when he's not happy. Houndpaw should know that. He was usually the one on the receiving end of Grottopaw's ire.
"Like Hound Hole, Momster does not. In camp, make them, do not. Like them, maybe she will." Weepingpaw's heard several times how Dawnstar told Houndpaw not to dig holes in camp. It didn't take a genius to understand she didn't like them dug in camp. He was pretty sure that was the only reason she didn't like them. Maybe if he took her outside of camp and showed her how fun it was to dig, she'd like it.
"Cool! Showed me how to hunt, the rock cat with the funny jaw did. Caught a bushy... squirrel, I did. Know how to open prey, you do?" As he listened to Houndpaw, it dawned on Weepingpaw that he still had a lot to learn. It seemed like Houndpaw was better at a lot of stuff than he was. Weepingpaw didn't mind, it just meant he'd have to work harder.
Re: ShadowClan Apprentices' Den
