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Tom | 12 moons old | ThunderClan warrior | half clan blood
"I gotta try my hardest to prove I'm more than just a mistake!"
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squash went the sand and his heart- rooster wasn't a talker- noted "hmm..." he hums, eyes searching the area "Oh! how about this! we can invite your dad to our training?" he knew the dad of rooster...not a happy fellow about making his son uncomfortable...at least...he hoped that was roosterpaws dad...
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Oakpool is the current Healer of BloodClan, he has a Semi-Closed Den Vm me for healing. BatClaw is the current Deputy of Bloodclan @ me if he is needed. NightStar is the current leader of Nightclan, @ me if he is needed, Sage and saguaro are Alphas of their skulls, @ me if they are needed.
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She/her | Shadowclan kit | 8 moons ( +1 every 5th )
“I wish I knew where to find my words so I could speak and be heard.”
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˖✿˚⋆ The moonlight dappled the path beneath their paws as it travelled through the gaps of the tree leaves above them. Blocking out the full view of the night sky. Adderpaw glanced up as a salty scent reached her nose. It was unfamiliar, different to the smell of pine and damp earth that she was used to. The trees ahead seemed to dwindle out revealing an open stretch of land. The ground changed too. A lot more sand and not a lot of plants. Pale green eyes inspected the stretch of beach on either side of them. There didn't seem to be the presence of anyone other than her clan. That and there was no scent of Riverclan, Thunderclan or Windclan to hint at their arrival. So shadowclan was here first then. The braided tabby slowed her pace till she came to a stop, turning to look over her shoulder back at the russet apprentice that had accompanied her on her walk here. Despite being an apprentice for three moons now this would be her first gathering, it would be mushroompaw first gathering too. She liked the idea of sharing this experience with her friend by her side. The only cat in this clan she truly felt close with.
˖✿˚⋆ Her focus switched to the white flowers she had insisted on decorating the younger apprentices' fur with before they had come here. It matched her own flowers she had placed within the mass of fur that was her tail. She would have added brighter colors if those flowers she collected hadn't wilted. Such a tragedy. She had to make due with the white ones that grew near the clan's exit, though she wondered what type of flower mushroompaw would've preferred if given the option. If given the chance, Adderpaw would like to give her friend her favourite flowers- if she even had a favourite flower to begin with that is.
˖✿˚⋆ The braided tabby glanced back towards the beach and flicked her tail gesturing towards it. She had heard of small trinkets called shells that decorated territory like this and she would like to find one. Though she also didn't want to leave mushroompaw’s side so if the apprentice didn't want to do that she would understand.
Mushroompaw was excited! SO SO SO SO very excited! Though at the same time she was a little sad that Dovekit couldn't come along but hopefully her sister didn't mind too much in the end. Any day now, Dovekit would be able to come along with them. For now though, it would be just her and her best friend and that was good enough. The moon was beautiful and maybe Mushroompaw was a little sleepy, not used to staying up so late, but the gathering was definitely worth it.
The Shadowclan apprentice paused on the way down to the main portion of the seastones, just staying still and trying to take in each little detail as her clan flooded around her into the area. They all seemed to know what they were doing and so far it seemed that there were no other clans- and oh wow! Mushroompaw has heard so much about each clan but this would be her first time seeing any of them, even on patrol she hasn't seen any yet! ( though shes been on a herb patrol and a hunting patrol so perhaps it was better than she hadn't met any other clans. )
Eventually her attention was swept away from the view and was back on Adderpaw who was motioning down towards where the water met the sand all the way downnnnn thereeee. OH WOW! Mushroompaw hadn't even realized how close they were to the water, was this how Riverclan lived all the time? It was too cold to try and put her paws in the water but if Adderpaw wanted to see it closer than Mushroompaw would be very happy to do that.
"Wanna get closer?? I wanna see the sand and stuff, but I don't know how to swim- and also its a bit chilly even with all your pretty fur." Mushroompaw filled the air between the two easily, not blinking an eye at Adderpaw's means of communication, but maybe when they were in the sand it would be easier for Adderpaw to talk because you can draw easier in sand... at least, that's what Mushroompaw has heard about sand. Oh that was the sound of new paws...
Had she been standing there so long that the other clans were arriving and making their way through the crowds?? Crazy.
"Hi!" He chirped in response and then pinned his ears down. Lost? He didn't think he was lost? Was this not the right stone!!! No, Mamawhisker was the clan deputy, and she was sitting here, so he was sitting on the right one. Ha! Look at her trying to trick him; he wasn't that dumb. Weepingpaw puffed up his chest and sat a little taller, smug with himself. It didn't last long. His head went down between his shoulders, and he drew his ears back while his big orange eyes drifted toward said Mother, who would be deciding his fate.
Ahhhh! She was already glaring at him. He wiggled closer to the deputy, even though she was just as unreasonable as Momster was. He hadn't even done anything yet! How come he had to be quiet? How would he get a new parent if he couldn't talk? Plus, mice weren't quiet! They squeaked all the time. Did she mean his paws? He could keep his paws as silent as a mouse. That made more sense than him not talking. So quiet paws, got it.
"Super quiet, I will be, promise." He nodded and perked up when he got an okay from Dawnstar. Yay! He could stay. Weepingpaw happily snuggled underneath his Mama and stretched to lick her chin while purring loudly. He lowered his volume when a big, scarred black and white tom jumped onto the rock and pushed into Mamawhisker's personal space. His fur bristled in alarm, and a soft growl bubbled from his throat as he got ready to nip the tom's big paws. Who did he.... Hang on!
Weepingpaw leans forward to gingerly sniff at the tom's paws while he offers something to Mamawhisker. Ha! He smelled like flowers and bunnies! WindClan! Yessss! New Dad! Weepingpaw's tail practically vibrated as his pupils overtook his irises in excitement. There was purring, of course, at first he thought it was him, but his ears told him otherwise. He peered around his Mama's bulk to find the source of purring. Houndpaw! When did he get up here? Who the heck was that guy?
His initial desire to tell Houndpaw about New Dad got sidetracked when he saw the big black and gray tom. It took a few sniffs to figure out that he belonged to RiverClan. Weepingpaw liked his scars, and it looked like he was missing an ear, kinda like Houndpaw, but he had nothing on New Dad. The WindClan deputy was prettier, not as stunning as Momster or Mamawhisker, but he was up there with the prettiest.
His head snapped back to New Dad as he dropped something near him, his gift that Mamawhisker rejected, and introduced himself. The apprentice loved this guy; he seemed way better than Baddad. Dawnstar shouldn't be allowed to pick out dads anymore. Mistlewhisker was better at it. Momster could pick out Moms, she was good at that.
"Hi, Weepingpaw, my name is. Be you..." He paused for a second, thinking long and hard. "Crowdad," He settled on that name for now and picked up his shell and the mistle, and began nudging the tom's leg with his nose so he could crawl underneath him for a free cuddle.
"Thanks." He adds, regardless of whether he successfully weasled his way underneath the other deputy.
"Mean, Mamawhisker is not. Bleeding or dead, you'd be if mean she was being. Nice, she is, like your gift, maybe she does not?" He tells Crowdad after he sets down the shell and the mistle. Weepingpaw wasn't sure what Crowtooth had given him, but he just accepted it cause why not. He liked gifts. If Crowtooth wanted to give Mistlewhisker gifts, he should figure out what she liked first. Of course, she'd reject them otherwise. Still, at least he was trying; it was more than Weepingpaw could say for his mentor.
"Like what does Crowdad? A gift next time I give you." He meowed, granted he still had to give Sleepysun a gift, and hunt something for Momster, but he was working on it.
"Sit with Mamawhisker, Mutt can. Sit with Crowdad, I will." He called to his brother, who was glaring daggers at the WindClan deputy. He lifted a paw to boop his brother on the nose for glaring, but he was too far away.
"Nice to Crowdad, be. Like him, Mamawhisker does, Bite said. New Dad, he is. Better dad than Baddad, he is. A gift he got Mamwhisker, like it she does not, so mine it is." He nudged his mistle towards Houndpaw, ignoring all the older cats in favor of his brother.
"See, good dad he is." He meowed, trying to win his brother over. As much as Weepingpaw loved his other siblings, most of them didn't get him like Houndpaw did. Plus, none of the others were trying to help him get more parents for the family. Houndpaw was his pawtner in crime. He had to side with him on this.
"Lessons from Crowdad, Bite should take, you think?" He asked his brother, glancing judgmentally at the Enforcer Commander as he drew closer to the rock. If he brought Dawnstar more gifts, maybe she'd like him more.
The tom, whose name he learned was Flintclaw, was speaking. He wasn't talking to him but over him, which was fine. Weepingpaw couldn't care less about him, but he couldn't leave the comment about taking over the stone alone. Since he's successfully claimed his new dad, he'd rather not, but he could get down. He didn't want to be a bother. He could try to get to know Crowdad better by sitting at the bottom of the stone.
"A badcat, I am not. Down I will get, if up here you want me not. A bother, I do not wish to be." He'd peer around his Mama and brother to look at Flintclaw as he spoke.
@namen_roodles [Flintclaw] @Rani [Crowtooth] @Mica [Mistlewhisker] @wolfie [Houndpaw]
Rosepaw followed Flintclaw closely after their brief discussion of her anger at Kestrelpaw and her annoyances with her mentor, after all, he was one of the few adults that she felt like tolerating at the moment because she wasn't interested in seeing her family yet- after the gathering she would figure things out, but not right now. The thing is though, the russet tabby had expected to have to sit out wherever regular ranks sit when Flintclaw went to the high rank area... and at first that's what happened. The russet tabby finding a space away from most other cats while still being close to the front.
But that was when she noticed the Shadowclan cats that were very clearly not deputies clamber up to sit beside their deputy... which??? HELLO?? Was no one going to do anything about this?? Was this some sort of power display from the other clan- if so than why wasn't Thunderclan doing anything about it! Flintclaw could easily swat the two apprentices right off the rocks- so maybe it was something else? Regardless, Rosepaw saw it in her duty to Thunderclan to investigate this matter, and set off towards the rocks promptly.
"Hey!" Rosepaw glared up at the deputies and apprentices from below the ledge before attempting to scramble up. Sadly, both her age and her genetics was against her- that and maybe her lack of experience with climbing rocks and just about everything for that matter. Which was an awful look for a Thunderclan cat- hopefully no one noticed. "Why- This is the deputy spot! Not the apprentices spot!" Her bristled tail twitched like a snake in hunt, her claws scratching for some ledge to get up.
⸝⸝⸝ 彡 ☽ nine 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). ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ After getting an earful from a stranger ─ he didn't mean to walk into them! They had just suddenly appeared and now they were upset with him. The apprentice had been quick to slink away after the fact. He had no interest in listening to them babble about being careful and manners. Houndpaw did have interest in the creature he had been watching. After the stranger had disappeared within the crowd, he had returned to the shoreline to prod curiously. Unfortunately, all he learnt that the weird claw hands the creature had HURT like HECK when it got hold of you!
He swung his paw around, up and down and around to try and get the absolutely disastrous little evil bugger. He did eventually manage to fling it .. somewhere. Away from him. And then he was alone on the shoreline, golden irises looking out into the bustling crowd. Alotta cats were talking to each other. (Are you kidding? Most old leaders are mean. You must be lost. Fiend!)
Houndpaw's head jerked painfully to the side, golden irises looking around for one of his siblings. He saw Grottopaw underneath the ledge. Weepingpaw on the ledge - w - wait wut. HEY! They couldn't do that! He shuffled a bit closer, staring at the seastones with buzzing confusion. Could they do that? ... Bleedingpaw was with Night Kitty. MistleMa hadn't even shooed his brother away yet. He stared blankly, blinking rapidly. ... He wanted to be with their moms and Weepy. Then, he wouldn't have to talk or smell the strangers. And he would be cozy. And he could listen. And he could be above everyone. Ggrrrah.
He crept closer and closer to the Seastones, weaving through the crowd so he could go and peer at the two. Actually, the apprentice stood staring up at them for a long while --- unblinking in his focus. O__O. He felt maybe if he stared long enough they would invite him up there. The ledge seemed particularly forbidden. Just as Mama's ledge at home was. Expect. Everyone up there looked comfy 'n he wasn't that patient.
Maybe if he was very quiet no one would pay him any mind. Carefully, Houndpaw jumped up onto the first ledge -- and then slipped and fell back down -- but on his second jump he discovered success. It was a quick skitter up to the deputy's ledge where he crept slowly behind Mistlewhisker, trying to keep his pawsteps quiet and his physical body as low to the ground as possible. He wasn't there. Nuh uh.
He would try and settle right behind her, attempting to be as close as possible to her. (While he tried not to alert her, the loud rumbling purr coming from him was hard to hide. ) Carefully, his head would pop out to stare quizzically at the stranger cat talking to his family. Wut the heck was a pun? Maybe he was a good distraction and they wouldn't realize Houndpaw had came for cuddles too. Still, he didn't like this strange cat yapping so he gave them a good glare to be safe.
Honestly, Crowtooth wasnt feeling half bad tonight, he had taken a nice big nap during the day, actually eaten a proper meal and the twoleg issue was still an issue, but they were taking action. All in all it was all the tom could really ask for in life, so he was walking into the seastones with a spring in his step and a burning desire to bother his buddy.
As such when he'd noticed a certain parasitic plant on his way over, he miiiiiiightve hung back to knock it down with a well timed blast of wind and was now carrying it along with him. Hehehehehhe the stink eye he was going to get was gonna be great.
Of course, no gathering could be without dramatics even if shadowclan and windclan were steady, so padding in with his haul the tom immediately spotted the regime changes. Damn, was Bumblestar dead? She was kinda crazy but- oh no, there she was, yeesh she looked bad, that'd explain the early retirement. Well Spiderthroat wasnt half bad, though if and how the poor sod had leader lives with the starcave down was a question he hoped Twilightstar asked, and the new guy looked.... Well like a thug but the same could be said for Crowtooth so he couldnt judge.
All and all, all the change meant was Crowtooth had a new cat to con into being cool with him (and so windclan) in the name of good clan relations.
Even though he didnt really care, Mistlewhisker still remained that weird freak friendship with another clan that he actually liked and wasnt just internally tolerating.
Speaaaaaaaking of! Hoping up to the deputies perch with the most crowfood eating grin on his face the toms tail waved in a manner better suited for a kit about to pounce on a littermate, offering the mistle with a, "Mistle fer my favorite mistle?" Head tilted and eyes positively howling at how unimpressed she looked. It was, predictably, rejected at which point the tom sighed as if he was heartbroken drawling a "Mistlewhisker buddy, Im startin' ta think ya 'ave no care fer out 'bond'." as he dipped his head, eyes casting over to observe the reactions of the fellow high ranks captive audience. "See new guy, this one 'eres a mean one, be warned lest ya end up personally wounded like me."
Only, Flintclaw wasnt the only one and the tom also spotted a little form that shouldnt have been there (tradition wise). "Well hallo there kiddo, ya a friend o' miss big ol' meanie here?" Kid was basically a Dawnstar clone, so probably one of her spawn, buuuuut Crowtooth wasnt quite mean enough to hate the kid for their unfortunate heritage. Unless they proved themselves like their mother.
So, deciding to continue his little game he leaned down and gave the kit the plant, declaring "Well if she cant appreciate a good pun I pass this onta ya! Im Crowtooth, the windclan deputy, whatcha doin' this here lovely gatherin' little......" words trailing off as he waited for an introduction.
"Yall too big guy. Round o' introductions fer all o' us I think wit' all the new faces, none o' that silent sulkin' an' coldness. T'aint what gatherin's are for."
Yay! A whole group of new high ranks. Dawnstar blinked slowly, lazily, as Spiderthroat leaped onto the leaders' stone. There was a big gray and black tom where he usually sat, and two new faces with the medicine cats. Aside from the huff, she gave little attention; she had more important things to worry about besides the rank swap she's seen numerous times.
Why was Bleedingpaw sitting with Sleepysunrise? Well, so long as no one mistook him for the new medicine cat apprentice, all was well. Now her son... Dawnstar stares long and hard at Weepingpaw as he jumps onto the deputy's perch with Mistlewhisker like he belongs there. Her lip twitches, she's ready to growl at him to get down, but Mistlewhisker doesn't seem to care that he's there.
"I don't care, but he's your problem for the whole gathering." She tells her mate with a look. If Weepingpaw started saying stuff out of pocket, which he did often, no filter on that one's mouth, Mistlewhisker was dealing with it. If he started bawling, also Mistlewhisker's problem. She's getting full custody of that for the whole gathering.
WindClan arrived behind ThunderClan, and Twilightstar seemed to be doing the same as her, ignoring the new cats until she couldn't anymore. And she still had that damn deputy, Dawnstar narrowed her and flashed her fangs when the moron immedatialy started flirting with Mistlewhisker. Dawnstar wasn't as pissed about it as she had been the first time the two got too friendly for her liking, reassured that Mistlewhisker's standers were not that low. It didn't mean she didn't want to kill Crowtooth, however.
She didn't have time to snarl about it; another one of her parasites was climbing on the deputy stone, Houndpaw, and Crowtooth's attention had shifted to Weepingpaw. This was a recipe for disaster, the one was a social disaster, and the other was more of a natural disaster, and Dawnstar wanted nothing to do with it. It was bad enough when one of the two caused trouble, but when they were together, one said or did something, and the other one fed off it, and together they made complete chaos.
"You're responsible for both of them if you let them stay up there. I'm not dealing with their insanity tonight." She told Mistlewhisker with a scowl so fierce she stretched her healing scars painfully. Crowtooth's antic was forgotten in favor of Dawnstar trying to erase two of her spawns' existences from her mind. She turned away from the deputies to search for her more well-behaved, less problematic children.
She found Bumble... whatever she was called now. Dawnstar was a little disappointed to see she was still alive, although she looked like she had taken a beating from someone. That explained why she was no longer standing up here. Still, she couldn't have done the clans a favor and found a better replacement. The leader sighed softly and went back to hunting for her kits. She found one, but where were the others? She wasn't allowing any more on the rocks with Mistlewhisker, it was bad enough that the two terrors were up there.
The Commander arrived with ShadowClan, though took a spot closer to the deputies. Far enough to not be weird, but close enough that he could witness the chaos that Mistlewhisker was letting happen. His gaze settled on Weepingpaw, then Houndpaw. His tail flicked with curiousity. Weepingpaw had that look in his eyes... he was scheming something. Hawkbite knew that look all too well. Dawnstar seemed to have noticed them, too, giving their deputy a small warning. Well, if he had to do it, he'd take one for the team and be a target if Mistlewhisker so wished it. He'd simply give her a knowing stare if she looked his way.
FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan Deputy | 23 moons | Massive, scarred dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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Oh, how had he not noticed the little apprentice up on the stones at first? He hadn't really noticed until Mistlewhisker said something about them to Dawnstar. He eyed the apprentice that looked very much like the shadowclan leader herself, keeping his face from showing any kind of distaste he might feel about the young cat being up on the deputy rock. It was awfully strange, and it seemed that Sleepysunrise also had some company. New medicine cat apprentice? He didn't see the usual one present, yet.
Then, Windclan arrived. Unfortunately, no reaction. Perhaps he should lower his expectations for entertainment. It really didn't change his own pride in holding the position he had, now. Then came the Windclan deputy, Crowtooth. Hopping up onto the stones and procuring mistle for shadowclan's deputy. The gesture was almost lost on the dark tabby, as he felt his phantom ear twitch and burn as usual. Couldn't those otters have taken the one that twitched less often? Maybe it wouldn't be so irritating if that were the case.
Simple introductions seemed necessary, now that Windclan's deputy brought it up. And, might as well get into the fun a little bit. Why not? He had just as much right to be involved, now, after all. "Flintclaw," The dark tabby rasped, another result of the otter fight that was almost as frustrating as the ear that pained him despite its lack of existence. "You'd have me fooled, with such a cold rejection happening right in front of my eyes." He replied, glancing at Mistlewhisker. Perhaps he didn't need shocked reactions for a little bit of entertainment.
Flintclaw looked over as someone failed to leap onto the deputy stone, then jumped up again with the skittering sound of claws to stone. They smelled of shadowclan as the stalked behind Mistlewhisker and began to purr. Another cat that didn't belong up there. Another shadowclan cat where they didn't belong. He could imagine missing one from below, but this couldn't be normal. "I didn't realize shadowclan was so..." A few words crossed his mind, each one with its own up and down sides. "Sweet. You just trying to take over the stones?" He teased, pale eyes taking in the cats that were slowly crowding the space. Next would be some other random cat on the leader's stones, at the rate this was going.
It seemed that even Dawnstar was not pleased with the encroachment of both of the apprentices. They acted an awful lot like a bickering family, but it wasn't like he knew anything about shadowclan specific customs and relations. It really wasn't all that interesting to him, if he were to be plain. Honestly, he would pretend he didn't care that the apprentices were here to at least show that it didn't faze him. No point in having a fit about it, anyway. Maybe next time he would tell Rosepaw or one of his apprentices to sit up on the stones. Perhaps he'd bring it up with Spiderstar later. It sounded like an entertaining way to be petty.
"Hi!" He chirped in response and then pinned his ears down. Lost? He didn't think he was lost? Was this not the right stone!!! No, Mamawhisker was the clan deputy, and she was sitting here, so he was sitting on the right one. Ha! Look at her trying to trick him; he wasn't that dumb. Weepingpaw puffed up his chest and sat a little taller, smug with himself. It didn't last long. His head went down between his shoulders, and he drew his ears back while his big orange eyes drifted toward said Mother, who would be deciding his fate.
Ahhhh! She was already glaring at him. He wiggled closer to the deputy, even though she was just as unreasonable as Momster was. He hadn't even done anything yet! How come he had to be quiet? How would he get a new parent if he couldn't talk? Plus, mice weren't quiet! They squeaked all the time. Did she mean his paws? He could keep his paws as silent as a mouse. That made more sense than him not talking. So quiet paws, got it.
"Super quiet, I will be, promise." He nodded and perked up when he got an okay from Dawnstar. Yay! He could stay. Weepingpaw happily snuggled underneath his Mama and stretched to lick her chin while purring loudly. He lowered his volume when a big, scarred black and white tom jumped onto the rock and pushed into Mamawhisker's personal space. His fur bristled in alarm, and a soft growl bubbled from his throat as he got ready to nip the tom's big paws. Who did he.... Hang on!
Weepingpaw leans forward to gingerly sniff at the tom's paws while he offers something to Mamawhisker. Ha! He smelled like flowers and bunnies! WindClan! Yessss! New Dad! Weepingpaw's tail practically vibrated as his pupils overtook his irises in excitement. There was purring, of course, at first he thought it was him, but his ears told him otherwise. He peered around his Mama's bulk to find the source of purring. Houndpaw! When did he get up here? Who the heck was that guy?
His initial desire to tell Houndpaw about New Dad got sidetracked when he saw the big black and gray tom. It took a few sniffs to figure out that he belonged to RiverClan. Weepingpaw liked his scars, and it looked like he was missing an ear, kinda like Houndpaw, but he had nothing on New Dad. The WindClan deputy was prettier, not as stunning as Momster or Mamawhisker, but he was up there with the prettiest.
His head snapped back to New Dad as he dropped something near him, his gift that Mamawhisker rejected, and introduced himself. The apprentice loved this guy; he seemed way better than Baddad. Dawnstar shouldn't be allowed to pick out dads anymore. Mistlewhisker was better at it. Momster could pick out Moms, she was good at that.
"Hi, Weepingpaw, my name is. Be you..." He paused for a second, thinking long and hard. "Crowdad," He settled on that name for now and picked up his shell and the mistle, and began nudging the tom's leg with his nose so he could crawl underneath him for a free cuddle.
"Thanks." He adds, regardless of whether he successfully weasled his way underneath the other deputy.
"Mean, Mamawhisker is not. Bleeding or dead, you'd be if mean she was being. Nice, she is, like your gift, maybe she does not?" He tells Crowdad after he sets down the shell and the mistle. Weepingpaw wasn't sure what Crowtooth had given him, but he just accepted it cause why not. He liked gifts. If Crowtooth wanted to give Mistlewhisker gifts, he should figure out what she liked first. Of course, she'd reject them otherwise. Still, at least he was trying; it was more than Weepingpaw could say for his mentor.
"Like what does Crowdad? A gift next time I give you." He meowed, granted he still had to give Sleepysun a gift, and hunt something for Momster, but he was working on it.
"Sit with Mamawhisker, Mutt can. Sit with Crowdad, I will." He called to his brother, who was glaring daggers at the WindClan deputy. He lifted a paw to boop his brother on the nose for glaring, but he was too far away.
"Nice to Crowdad, be. Like him, Mamawhisker does, Bite said. New Dad, he is. Better dad than Baddad, he is. A gift he got Mamwhisker, like it she does not, so mine it is." He nudged his mistle towards Houndpaw, ignoring all the older cats in favor of his brother.
"See, good dad he is." He meowed, trying to win his brother over. As much as Weepingpaw loved his other siblings, most of them didn't get him like Houndpaw did. Plus, none of the others were trying to help him get more parents for the family. Houndpaw was his pawtner in crime. He had to side with him on this.
"Lessons from Crowdad, Bite should take, you think?" He asked his brother, glancing judgmentally at the Enforcer Commander as he drew closer to the rock. If he brought Dawnstar more gifts, maybe she'd like him more.
The tom, whose name he learned was Flintclaw, was speaking. He wasn't talking to him but over him, which was fine. Weepingpaw couldn't care less about him, but he couldn't leave the comment about taking over the stone alone. Since he's successfully claimed his new dad, he'd rather not, but he could get down. He didn't want to be a bother. He could try to get to know Crowdad better by sitting at the bottom of the stone.
"A badcat, I am not. Down I will get, if up here you want me not. A bother, I do not wish to be." He'd peer around his Mama and brother to look at Flintclaw as he spoke.
@namen_roodles [Flintclaw] @Rani [Crowtooth] @Mica [Mistlewhisker] @wolfie [Houndpaw]
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Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 53 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader Header art by @/Marigoldwhisper
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Oh great another one. Mistlewhisker turned to Houndpaw, brows raised. "All that stealth training and you still cannot manage to sneak up on someone?" She pulled her other son to sit beside Weepingpaw, leaning down to growl lowly at them. "The moment one of you causes a scene, I am going to feed you rocks and toss you into the ocean." Was she serious? Was she joking? Best not to give her a reason to try.
Mistlewhisker peered up at Dawnstar and grunted in acknowledgement. It wasn't her genetics that made them like this, now was it? That was the unfortunate bit of taking in the Leader's children as her own. She actually had to, you know, parent them. But these toms hadn't encountered a pissed-off Mistlewhisker yet. She prayed, for their sakes, that they didn't give her a reason to become that cat. Despite their behavior, they were hard working toms, and their training had been going well. So even with the ice-cold words dropped between them, she curled her tail around her paws and encased them in the warm fur of her belly. Legends say if the two apprentices listened closely enough, they might hear a slow, barely-there purr from the Deputy. But who believes in legends anyway.
Of course, Crowtooth's arrival began the longest part of her night; weathering his antics. The ugly plant in his mouth only earned an unimpressed sneer, though she was surprised he even knew what a mistle was. Flintclaw's introduction earned a more cordial dip of the head, though his next comment had her raising a brow, as though she had no idea what he was talking about. "You should have seen Spiderstar's children, they tried the same thing. If I recall," she canted her head, "they were much more... demanding."
The Gathering would start any moment, but Weepingpaw's body began wiggling away from hers, and before she could look down he had planted himself into Crowtooth's side, the word "Crowdad" falling from his lips. All of the softness evaporated instantly from the Deputy. Mistlewhisker hooked her paw around the smaller brown tom, dragging him to her. "You are correct in your assumption that I want you off. That tom is not your father, and it is insulting to hear you call him that." Of course Weepingpaw was here to gain another father. That's all he damn did! She was enraged at herself for falling for his big eyed trick, but mildly impressed he'd managed to plan this far ahead in his quest for more family. But her fury at the audacity of his behavior eclipsed all of that. "I am insulted that you think you need a father in order to make your family whole. Get off. Both of you." Mistlewhisker locked eyes with Hawkbite in the crowd, the sharpness of her gaze enough of a command. When he got close, she helped with the transfer of the apprentices so they wouldn't hurt themselves. "Deal with them. Take them home if you must." She looked at the two, probably bawling, apprentices. "We will talk after the Gathering. You two need to learn boundaries."
With that she leapt upon the Seastones again, settling down with her tail curled over her paws as though nothing had happened at all. Her icy green gaze slid to Crowtooth, all friendship and warmth gone. "If you attempt to use my family in your game again, I will carefully carve out your eyes, switch their sockets, and reattach them with pine sap." She sliced her claws through the mistle at her paws, affirming just what she thought of it. This Gathering better be the shortest damn Gathering in the history of the clans.
Riverclan were the last ones to arrive, but Owlstar wasn't in any honest hurry. She came expecting the same routine, it was all she could handle right now in a sea of irregular activity. Sunheart wasn't here, that was plain, and it burned her pelt. Broken bones would kill no cat, Owlstar knew that well. But would he ever be in good condition?
Suddenly, the leader smacked her paw into the ground, snarling. What was she thinking? Caveclaw had gotten her leg torn up numerous times, in fact it was almost humourous. Yet, they were still a tremendous part of her team. The scarred tabby tore through the undergrowth, not slowing even after the ground had shifted into sinking sand.
What she saw when she reached Seastones was... A sight. Most notably Thunderclan. Bumblestar was nowhere to be seen, instead Spiderstar was on the highest rock. The tabby tilted her head curiously. Was Bumblestar dead? Spiderstar never mentioned anything to her, but why would he? There was no reason to. In a nebulous cloud of unfamiliar faces, Owlstar turned to face her clan.
This time, she didn't say anything, just gave them that knowing stare that punishment was sure if nonsense came to her this gathering. Owlstar was never not in a mood to kill those who deserved it, best not to test her. She butted Berryshine's shoulder with her own and offered her a knowing smile. She knew it probably wouldn't be enough to convince her Owlstar should even be out here. She'd only stayed in the medicine den for so long, but Owlstar wasn't exactly one for rest if she could avoid it.
After that, she scaled the stones, sharp talon like claws etching rock. She gave the leaders beside her a nod, notably wincing as she sat. What was around her? Chaos. But at the very least, she caught the new Thunderclan deputies name. What a sight... She wondered what had happened to encourage such a change. Wolfhawk was no longer among the ranks, what happened to him?
Owlstar had bigger fish to fry though, and she wasn't here for anything. She was here to get this over with, then she'd scold Sunheart until her tongue fell out.
WHOAH WHOAH WHOAH BACK UP FOR A MOMENT HERE!!! HOW THE HELL WAS HE NOW A 'DAD' TO ONE OF THE DAWN-RATS CHILDREN?!!??! BACK UP BACK UP HOW DID HE GET HERE???
It started normally. Crowtooth had grinned, tail flicking as Flintclaw seemed happy to join his antics, hopefully at a new addition who didnt just sit there glaring the whole gathering for a change. He wasnt even fussed by the new addition, grinning amiably at the new Dawn-spawn that joined, though quietly hoping Mistlewhisker would stop them before all joined. As he recalled there were like, 15 or some insane number.
Theeeeeen he was promptly flashbanged by words and forced into a system reset.
The tom froze, locking in place as he grin cracked with his jaw half falling in shock, eyes wide as the kid basically crawled under him and called him 'Crowdad'. Listen on any other kid it'd be cute but a Dawn-spawn!?!?!? Nononononono he was only 'dad' to them maybe in his nightmares!
The windclan deputy was clearly completely taken by shock and struggling to process as the kid just continued talking which wasnt helping with his clear abject confusion. Part of it was Weepingpaws... odd form of speech which kids usually grew out of by his age but the rest was just ????? at the content.
Really he had only barely started processing, stuttering out a "Uuuuuhhhh l-listen kid Im flattered but-" Before Mistlewhisker was in full swing and yep yep he was toooootally ok with her handling whatever the hell this was thanks. Crowtooth just kinda.... bobbled headed a ton of nods in agreement at whatever she was saying, forcing a strained grin as he continued to blatantly reel in confusion.
Though he'd probably come to regret later that he wasnt more clear with the kits that he too was in no way interested in being their dad or that the logic that'd brought them there was flawed(Mistlewhisker liking him? Listen he was fully aware they were JUST friends so how that translated to this he didnt know).
For now he just kinda... Waved goodbye awkwardly as if he'd NO CLUE what to do (because he didnt) as the apprentices were swiftly taken from the rock.
That kinda tore it to be honest, no more kids on the rock, it just caused too much trouble even if they were being minded. Hopefully Flintclaw would coral his own clans interloper soon, Crowtooth was a bit busy being murdered here.
Raising his paws in surrender and jovial tone gone as he hissed in a low tone, audible to only the high ranks on the rock and not the removed apprentices, the tom defended himself vehemently with a "Listen I did NOT intent fer this Im rather shocked myself! I just wanted ta ruffle yer fur a bit before talkin' about dogs! I was just tryin' ta be friendly an' our usual game does not include this, what the hell was that?!" Why were Dawnstars children fishing for dads?!??!?!? You cant blame Crowtooth for this, no sane person couldve expected THIS result for handed over a parasitic plant to someone!!!!
Like Crowtooth felt legitimately distressed at the idea of being family linked to DAWNSTAR and boy did his eyes show it, abort abort he was in too deep whatever he'd done to deserve this he REGRETTED IT.
They were changing topics and the problem kids in question were being taken away please, NOW. "S-soooo, Flintclaw! Cant say Ive met ya before but those gnarly scars look new, thunderclan doin' ok? If ya want any deputy tips feel free ta ask, stars know this thing dont come wit' a guide but could use it." Please Flintclaw, he was mentally begging.
⸝⸝⸝ 彡 ☽ nine 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). ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ The apprentice squeaked as suddenly a large forearm was pulling him forward, pushing him against his brother. He stuck his tongue playfully out at her, "Nuh uh, 'm super st-tealthy." He insisted, but swiftly switched to a more serious expression at the threat. Eep! He lowered himself back to the ground, small ears pinned against his head while he gave a solemn nod. Still, MistleMa nor DawnMa were strangely not making them get off the stones. He would have to cherish this moment.
Houndpaw enjoyed being between MistleMa's paws even more then behind her, settling comfortably against her belly; eyes fluttering close in pure content. A small whine of protest escaped when his brother's warmth disappeared behind him, opening a singular golden hue to see Weeps was talking to the stranger. He wasn't paying very much attention, purring loudly in his warm cocoon of fluff. It didn't muffle the sounds around him completely but the difference was drastic. He might've dozed off if Weepingpaw didn't grab his attention.
The chocolate brown apprentice stared owlishly for a few beats, processing what his sibling was informing him. "Crowd-dad?" He parroted back, eyes darting to the deputy and then the gift with heavy suspicion. His neck jerked painfully to the side. Houndpaw sat in silence, pondering the proposition. "Gift-ts I li-ke. Hawks should give gift-ts but we know he is good! Crow-dad is rabb-b-bit cat. We d-do not know him. Might be a bad dad under his p-pelt. Like Slysir was but t-tried to pret-tend not to be. And he called Mist-tleMa mean," He tried to reason with his brother, pointing out the possible flaws of this other deputy cat. He did like the possibly of having another strong parent, though. So, maybe Weeps was onto something.
And hey! Who da heck was this other black tabby tom butting in? Houndpaw snapped his head to the weird-smelling cat, uhm.. squirrels, maybe? He didn't know but what he DID know was this guy was looking at him weird 'n had a bad tone of voice. "If we were, your butt would've gott-ten kicked off, st-t-tinky. " He chimed in, tail swishing back and forth. He tried to duck back underneath Miss Mistlewhisker but ooh no, the brief solace he had was absolutely vanished cuz his mentor's mood changed in a snap.
Houndpaw skittered away, creeping forward to the edge of the deputy's ledge; golden irises peering at all the felines. His mum was dragging his brother closer, looking at him with fury. He offered a sympathetic stare to Weepingpaw, ears swiveling erratically. The overwhelming sounds had returned. Layers on layers of conversation flooding in. Thump. Thump. Thump.
A loud voice made him whirl to look down, staring at a bristling apprentices trying to get up the ledge too. NooooOO!! He couldn't HANDLE more cats. "BeGONE!!"He barked sharply at Rosepaw, attempting to reach a paw down and give her a (gentle) bap to shoo her off. It didn't help that now Mistlewhisker's attention was diverting to him.
Houndpaw looked at her in utter betrayal, WUT? WHAT? HUH!!! "B-but -" He stuttered, bottom lip wavering. "T-that-t isn't-t fair! I did-dn't d-do NUT-THIN!!! Neither did WEEPS!!! You're execut-ting us for no crime!! NO!!!!" He howled out in defiance before huffing. It wasn't like his sibling knew he shouldn't been doing that 'n he wasn't even talking! Uhm, not really anyway.
Mistlewhisker was trying to hand him to Hawks, and it was just loud and he didn't LIKE being kicked off unlawfully. So, naturally without thinking about the consequences of his actions he decided that if he couldn't be on the deputy's ledge, he wouldn't be! The apprentice would do whatever he must to avoid his mentor's grasp whether it be by gentle nips or whatnot ── before launching himself off the platform
Houndpaw would land on the medicine cat's ledge and try to skitter towards Bleedingpaw & Sleepysunrise, hoping to squeeze in between and join their cuddle pile instead since SOMEONE didn't want him there.
FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan Deputy | 23 moons | Massive, scarred dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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Chaos, and not the kind Flintclaw enjoyed. The dark tabby's ear twitched as the apprentice that was far too loud and far too attached to 'Mistlema' to be talking tried to pipe in with far too much energy. If not for it being a gathering, and not a thunderclan apprentice, he had half a mind to box the brat's ears. It was fairly easy to put the pieces together about their heritage, at this point, if their appearance hadn't already given it away... As well as another insight into Shadowclan's relations. Jeez, he really didn't need to know this much about them.
The crying and shouting was irritating. Poorly behaved brats, quickly joined by Rosepaw's cries below. Flintclaw didn't hesitate to jump down and scoop the thunderclan apprentice up by the scruff, sending a quick, slightly cold glance at Houndpaw for trying to swipe at her. It hadn't seemed like it would be a terribly painful blow, almost gentle, but the tantrum was getting on the new deputy's nerves. Loud and annoying, the both of them so strange. He didn't even want to think about whatever tantrum this Weepingpaw was about to have.
Flintclaw brought Rosepaw over to Risingstorm, placing her down gently before quietly speaking. "Just because the shadowclan apprentices are acting out does not mean you should, as well." He warned, though tone certainly softer than it had the right to be. He looked up at the head hornet, a look that said 'Keep an eye on her', even close to pleading. He was irritated enough at the weird ones and their actions, he didn't need to snap at Rosepaw because of it. Then he looked back at the russet apprentice. "Stay away from those two, and I will personally teach you how to climb." He added, not wanting the younger apprentice anywhere near the immature and aggressive children of Dawnstar, and the deputy was not against bribery. Her failed attempts to climb the stones certainly had not been missed by him.
Then, Flintclaw turned back in time to see Owlstar arrive with Riverclan. He didn't see the usual pelt of her deputy, though. Pity. He hopped back up the rocks just in time to hear Crowtooth's sputtering. It was entertaining in itself to watch him panic a little bit from the words of an apprentice, he couldn't hide the smirk that it brought to his face. As much as the reasons for it had annoyed him, the Windclan deputy's panic was very entertaining.
The attention of said deputy quickly turned back to him, some ploy to quickly change the topic. Seeing as he really didn't want to talk about the two brats that were thankfully now absent from the stone, he would suffice. "Otters," He replied simply when asked about his scars. The menacing little river rats. He wondered if Spiderstar would bring it up when they finally got to the gathering announcements. Probably. "Doing fine, now that they're gone." And the entire group that lead the clan had swapped. Was that an entirely true statement? Well, so far, Flintclaw hadn't seen any true chaos break out from the changes. Seemed like Thunderclan was starting to go back to business as usual. As for the offer for tips... "I wouldn't be against hearing tips..." He rasped, though he wasn't really sure what kind of tips he was going to get from the rabbit deputy.
Flintclaw felt swamped in the new duties that had been unexpectedly thrust upon him. Not that he was complaining about it. He had a good idea of what he needed to do, and so far things were working without a hitch. Then again, being a deputy for only a short while, and being fairly young on top of it, meant that he was vastly outclassed by the older and more experienced deputies. He decided that he would take this advice like a grain of sand on the beach they traversed to get to the Seastones. If it stuck to his pelt, then he'd have no option but to carry it around with him until it was groomed away by necessity.
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!*
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