ShadowClan Territory

[monfang]

Originally Posted by Frosty

Frostpaw fell back a little bit and matched her steps with sapphirepaws (I guess back to the camp we go?)

(guess so lol)

[Frosty]

Originally Posted by bad company

(guess so lol)

Me or you)

[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

The last kill. The last kill she would have to make before she would be done. The last kill before she would have to move on to the next part of her assessment, and it seemed that Rusticash was quite excited about this next part as well. This, of course, grabbed Clawpaw's interest, though she would never admit that out loud. She'd probably be told to mind her tongue and stay away from what her betters were doing. Sometimes Rusticash could be quite a decent cat... sometimes. Though a decent cat wasn't the first words she would use to describe him. The tenth, or twelfth, maybe... but not the first. 'Powerful,' 'ambitious,' 'strong,' 'admirable...' those were all good words to describe her mentor. And, ones that she was sure would be used by everyone in the future. Once they could see what he was trying to do, that was. Once they realized he could make the Clan strong again, perhaps then they would realize what they had done by getting rid of Blazingnight.

　

She had been just as strong. Stronger, even. But, mistakes had been made, and now the Clan was under the rule of a paranoid leader. Halestar didn't seem like the best cat for the job here. A bird chirped, giving away it's position to the she cat. Crouching down, she was positive she could spring and that would be the end of the bird. Just as long as no distractions were in the way. Having trained for quite a while, Clawpaw knew that mistakes could be made during hunting, and she didn't want to mess this up. Making sure that she was calculating the jump correctly, the white feline sprang through the air, claws outstretched, and seized the bird. The panicked creature tried to fly away, but it's wings were pinned to it's sides and pretty soon, it was dead. A clean cut. With the moving animal, it had taken longer then the she cat had thought, but at least the bird was dead now. She sat beside it, the tip of her tail twitching. Hopefully all three of those had been satisfactory, at least satisfactory enough to allow her to pass.

Rusticash watched, perched in the tree branch, watching her every move. It was only a tree or two away where the bird sat chirping its head off. For a moment, Rustciash thought that Clawpaw would see him, perched there with her previous catches. He watched, she crouched. She sprang, she killed. The bird took a moment to go limp, but it was most certainly dead. That, in Ristucash's opinion was her most impressive catch. She had just saved the best for last though. Satisfied, Rusticash grabbed the two catches and scaled the side of the tree, expertly working his way back down to the ground. He emerged out the side of a thin holly bush, his fur ruffled and pricked slightly by its leaves. The red marbled tom paid no attention to it as he approached his apprentice. "Very good Clawpaw. I would say that you passed." He remarked plainly. He then felt a little bad for her. He had only told her she was good, and she had passed. He wasn't ever good at expressing emotions, unless it was emotions like hatred and wrath. So what he said next surprised even him a little. "That last catch, with the bird was very impressive. You did really well on that one." He paused, thinking over what he had just said. It was so u like him it was weird, the words felt weird on his tongue.

"Now, take your catches back to camp. Go quickly, for still have one more test to pass. In the meantime I will go get ready for you. Use that speed that you wished to improve. Meet me back at the training cave." He replied, his voice back to its usual flatness and coldness. He turned without hesitation and started trotting off. He had caught her scent some where in the territory, now he just had to find her and get her into the training cave.

[Empress Of Evil]

A large muscled warrior padded through the territory, his golden hues looking around curiously. The sky was bright with hardly any clouds in it and birds chirping softly in the distance. It was overall a beautiful day and Lionfrost had decided to come out and just enjoy it all. He didn't plan on hunting. Not now anyway, perhaps later. After all, what kind of a warrior would that make him if he didn't contribute to his clan despite having spent so much time in the territory? Not a very good one that's for sure. The warrior doubted that there were going to be many threats in the territory today. ShadowClan kepts its border well guarded and they made sure everyone knew not to cross it. Some cat's just didn't listen though. Foxes didn't either. But if a fox really did come along, he could beat it up with his moons of experience. However, from what he had heard at the gathering, that group of evil cats had been stirring up trouble with SkyClan. What was their name again? Wasn't it something like the Dusk Syndicate? Yes, he was pretty sure that that was their name. Lionfrost had heard some of the things that they did to other cats. Horrid things. He would never admit it, but Lionfrost doubted that he would ever want to come across one of those cats. They didn't seem like the type to come and settle down for a nice conversation. The warrior himself loved to chat with others. The only problem was that he could never seem to find someone to talk with. Having been born a loner, it seemed that that was something that would fade away. Once a loner, always a loner. That was something he had heard one of his kithood bullies say before. It saddened him to know that not many liked him, but he managed to see past it and appreciate what he had. Like Ivybreeze. His mate was one of those cats who could always brighten up his day. Another thing that always brightened him up was nature. He loved nature and he especially loved seeing it in a time of beautiful weather. Looking around, Lionfrost could tell that new-leaf was doing it's job, for flowers were blooming and leaves were growing. This was what he loved about living as a wild cat. He would never even dream of wanting to become a kittypet. Being a kittypet sounded horrible and Lionfrost didn't like thinking about what it was like to be one.

@Suspiciousmindz

[Cloud x Bright]

Tinypuddle stepped out of the shade, happy to feel the warmth of the sun hit her pelt.

[~Masked~]

Originally Posted by MoonHeart & Friends

Maskpaw closed his eyes then opened them a few moments later, he took a deep breath then spoke somewhat quietly "Have you ever felt lonely? like you never belonged..?" the tom's ear flattened he had gotten the feeling so many times.., the apprentice looked at his paws he could still remember when he first opened his eyes and saw his mother and father who seemed so surprised then he could remember when his mother had brought Leafpaw to the nursery from that day they had been so close but now the two had been away from each other so much he felt so lonely no matter how many cats he was with he just couldn't be anything but lonely, But as he stared at Owlpaw he didn't feel that loneliness but a calm gentle feeling despite him being slightly nervous.

(Just to remind you that this is here, sorry I forgot about this for a bit so I didn't realise it needed a reply@Mystery )

[ameko]

Originally Posted by Liquoris

(I've noticed. It's quite nice :3 Also I assume we are in territory now xD)

Nightleap, unsure of where to go, froze where she was. She pricked her ears, listening for anything to get her mind off of past events. However, one thing decided to stick itself to the front of her mind; a certain tom who seemed to be trying his best to help her, and yet the amber-eyed female simply ran out. What was she doing? He obviously cared about her, at least as much as a good friend would, but she was only pushing him away by running. What happened to her? "Snakesnap..." she whispered. There was a small drive to be near him. He seemed to be there when no one else would. 'What am I doing?'

[p: yep, i'm pretty sure we're in the territory now!! and thank you, i got the inspiration for writing in a style like this mainly from lonestar!!]

The only sound that the snowshoe warrior made was the soft crunch of the undergrowth. Snakesnap, true to ShadowClan, was skilled in the art of stealth, but he paid no mind to what little noises he was making as he trekked through the humid forest. Currently, that didn't matter in the slightest. What did matter was making sure that Nightleap wasn't going to wallow in her own sorrow by herself. That was not allowed when you were close to Snakesnap. Even if he cared very little about himself, he would die for others in a heartbeat. Everybody's life was worth more than his; he had to ascertain that fact time and time again. Sometimes, his feeling of self-worth would grow, and then he would come across an unhappy friend, and then it would topple down with one of his tragic little laughs, a forced attempt at lightening the mood. He needed to do something, anything to fix his unhealthy routine.

But now was not the time to repair himself.

"Nightleap?" he called. In a quieter voice—one that cracked as he said his final word—he added, "Please." Visibly, Snakesnap steeled himself. He did not need to let his inner emotions seep out through his meow. Well, it wasn't like anyone heard him say that, he supposed; he had said it under his breath. If someone had heard him, they would have been stalking him or have StarClan-level hearing. The latter was... more plausible than the former. Who would want to stalk Snakesnap, anyway?

It wasn't like anyone cared about him enough to follow him. That was why he cared too much for his clanmates.

[Teza]

Originally Posted by Pathos

[p: yep, i'm pretty sure we're in the territory now!! and thank you, i got the inspiration for writing in a style like this mainly from lonestar!!]

The only sound that the snowshoe warrior made was the soft crunch of the undergrowth. Snakesnap, true to ShadowClan, was skilled in the art of stealth, but he paid no mind to what little noises he was making as he trekked through the humid forest. Currently, that didn't matter in the slightest. What did matter was making sure that Nightleap wasn't going to wallow in her own sorrow by herself. That was not allowed when you were close to Snakesnap. Even if he cared very little about himself, he would die for others in a heartbeat. Everybody's life was worth more than his; he had to ascertain that fact time and time again. Sometimes, his feeling of self-worth would grow, and then he would come across an unhappy friend, and then it would topple down with one of his tragic little laughs, a forced attempt at lightening the mood. He needed to do something, anything to fix his unhealthy routine.

But now was not the time to repair himself.

"Nightleap?" he called. In a quieter voice—one that cracked as he said his final word—he added, "Please." Visibly, Snakesnap steeled himself. He did not need to let his inner emotions seep out through his meow. Well, it wasn't like anyone heard him say that, he supposed; he had said it under his breath. If someone had heard him, they would have been stalking him or have StarClan-level hearing. The latter was... more plausible than the former. Who would want to stalk Snakesnap, anyway?

It wasn't like anyone cared about him enough to follow him. That was why he cared too much for his clanmates.

The black-as-night female padded slowly back towards camp, not really caring if she were heard. When she saw a figure through the brush, she paused. "Snakesnap?" she asked, emotion clouding her usually cool-toned voice. When she padded through the underbrush, she smiled at the tom she recognized so well. "I-I'm sorry..." she said, realizing her cheeks were wet with her tears. "I... Haven't really been myself lately..." 'Stop being a nervous she-cat and tom-up, Nightleap!' she thought. The amber-eyed female cursed at herself under her breath. "I'm glad you're such a good friend... I... I only hope you can forgive me for being so... emotional..." 'You're a mouse-brained idiot. Just talk normally to him, flea-brain!' The black she-cat battled with herself in her mind, finally giving in and listening to what Snakesnap had to say next.

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Raggedclaw

Harethorn gave her long furred body a good shake before trotting after her mate, amusement in her eyes before her gaze went cold as an apprentice bumped into her. "Watch what you're doing!" She snapped at the smaller cat, hissing slightly as she joined her mate again. just another example of how special these two were.

Redpool looked over his shoulder as he slipped noiselessly into the territory, which was dark and calm, trees swaying gently in the early newleaf breeze. He grinned slightly, his fur sticking up randomly from being ruffled by the entrance. “Hurry up, Slowthorn” he called teasingly, his yellow hues dancing humorously and his stride large and bouncy. He enjoyed her company, and he had, for the moment, forgotten about the kits.

[Vesper]

A small she cat raced through the territory, a bark was behind her, she was alone in Tue woods. The white she-cat fell over a tree trunk and rolled in mud. She quickly got back up and raced away. The dog followed closer, and closer. She looked back and then didn't see the dog. She looked in front of her and there was the thunder path. She backed up but heard the dog. She raced back into the woods a d climbed up a tree. The dog whined under the tree and it's two leg quickly grabbed it's collar. The two leg dragged the dog away. Screechpaw shook in the tree. Her fur stook out so she looked twice her size.