ShadowClan Grimpeak

[littlelove]

Maplepaw arrived at the Shadowledge, her gaze flickering arojnd her clanmates as she took a seat near the back of the crowd. It'd been a while since she'd been to a clan meeting (being in the medicine den will do that to you) so part of her was curious to see what news would be given to the clan.


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[Nixey]

Originally Posted by littlelove

Maplepaw arrived at the Shadowledge, her gaze flickering arojnd her clanmates as she took a seat near the back of the crowd. It'd been a while since she'd been to a clan meeting (being in the medicine den will do that to you) so part of her was curious to see what news would be given to the clan.


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~Flametail~

Flametail flicked his ear when he heard Maplepaw approach, all he knew about this apprentice was her name and the basics. Turning his brown eyed gaze towards the shecat he gave a little wave with the tip of his tail. Lowering his voice he mewed “hello, Maplepaw, how are you feeling?” he wasn’t exactly sure why the cat had been in the medicine den, but, of course, he had noticed it due to his constant memorization of cats.

[Kunaisoul]

Swiftpounce walked up.

[Socks]

// Milktooth // Open

Milktooth's entire face hurt and she could swear the left side was swollen up as if stung by a wasp. The wound in her left eye was really such a pain in her ass- she'd have to remember to ask blind warriors how they did it since she could barely manage after losing just the one. She hoped she wouldn't have to lose vision in it forever, but she'd have to see how healing went. Adderflower did some real damage to her, she kind of wished she had tried harder in that fight.

The fawn warrior begrudgingly made her way towards the Shadowledge, deciding to just lay down instead of sit since she was so sore. If Dawnstar had anything to say about her lounging she'd just blame the large leader for thinking up the punishment that left her hurting.

[Nostalgia]

~ Adderflower ~

Adderflower slinked out from the shadows and headed towards to gathering. She had been napping, finally getting a moment of rest when Dawnstar called the meeting. Grumbling she had pulled herself to her paws and wandered over, her eyes scanning the cats already in attendance. She spotted her apprentice Buzzardpaw and stared at her. The apprentice seemed giddy with some thought in her mind. For some unknown reason it made Adderflower narrow her eyes and glare at the young calico. She weaves through the crowd and settled near the front keeping her eye out for Frogfang. As she kept her gaze taking in her surroundings she noticed Milktooth with a nasty gash on her eye. The view of it made her smile.

The warrior should have tried harder, now she had a permanent reminder that she should not be so kind.

~ Finchpaw ~

Finchpaw pushed his way through the crowd and sat not to far from the front. He didn’t want to be too close as he wasn’t ready to feel Dawnstar burning a gaze into his head. It had been about a week since his confinement to camp and he was finally starting to get sick of it. It didn’t help that his new mentor, Marshwolf, seemed quite annoying as well.

He wanted Finchwhisker back. He wanted his confidence back, and especially the respect he used to demand.

His gaze rippled across his clanmates and stopped on a black she cat’s back. Rookpaw. At first he wanted to push his way towards her but something stopped him. Lately he had been feeling as he was relying on the molly too much. Anymore and she might start to think him soft, and that, was unacceptable. So he stayed put, keeping his gaze in Dawnstar. Maybe during this meeting she would finally allow him out of the territory! Perhaps she would let him get Finchwhisker back as a mentor.

He wanted to think about this more, hopefullness filling his mind.

~ Sootshadow ~

Sootshadow stretched and padded towards the meeting. The tom felt lazy yet relaxed, he had spent most of the day napping as he usually did. He glanced at Dawnstar in a carefree act and he padded forward and weaved in between his clanmates. He didn’t really care what the meeting was about, his mind was simply blank.

[littlelove]

Maplepaw's ears perked as much as they could in surprise as Flametail spoke to her. She wasn't familiar with the warrior - she wasn't too good with faces, to be honest - but she nodded back in greeting as he asked his question.

"About as good as I can be." She shrugged, her injured foreleg lifting off the ground. Maplepaw assumed
he'd meant her recent stint in the medicine den. The talon marks left by that vulture had begun to scar over, but it just didn't feel... right. The pins and needles feeling hadn't left since she first got her injury. "I never want to see one of those damn birds again."

@Swiftstripe

[Nixey]

~Flametail~

Flametail grimaced lightly at the look to Maplepaw’s leg before a bit of pity flashed in his eyes. It was gone as quick as it had appeared. Giving a light nod he sighed lightly “that’s understandable, I don’t think I want to encounter one either.” a shiver ran through his body from nose to tail tip.

Straightening back up he puffed out a soft breath, his brown eyes flickering back to the apprentice “but it’s good that it’s starting to look better.” Flametail mewed, having learned to speak with a gentleness to his tone.

@littlelove

[MooingPanda]

Embershadow

Ah, a Clan meeting. Can't wait to see what's it's going to be about this time. Embershadow padded over to the Shadowledge to see what Dawnstar had to say.

Frostpaw

Frostpaw bounded over to the Shadowledge, admiring Dawnstar as she stood atop it. Maybe he would finally get his warrior name! The thought filled him with excitement. Probably not today; he was only ten moons old and hadn't passed his assessment yet. Frostpaw sat down and waited for the meeting to start.

[Levi 99]

Shadepaw sat at the foot of the Shadowledge and looked up at his leader with open ears.

[liz]

> all open for interaction

[ pikejaw - shadowclan warrior ]

Had the tom not happened to catch his leader’s large form as she sauntered towards the Shadowledge, there was no doubt the piercing noise of her announcement would have shocked him as much as the rest of the poor souls that had been milling about the clearing. By chance, however, the scrawny tabby was given the opportunity to witness Dawnstar’s majesty of an ascent. Curious, hazel eyes following her climb and registering a clan gathering was afoot granted the cat time to prepare himself for the typical shrieking tone the large molly made herself known with. On top of ensuring his pelt was among the first at attention during the meeting- preparation before a single instruction had been given ought to have caught her attention, right?
Pikejaw still felt his ears fold a tad upon the she-cat’s call, not impervious to incredible noise, but otherwise looked quite put together; a freshly groomed coat combined with a doubly strong sense of duty would do that to a cat. The warrior’s back straightened a little at the thought, tail flicking warmly despite his expression remaining fairly aloof. Though not usually vain, the young tom couldn’t deny he was vastly prouder in himself than he had been in some time, apparently very taken by the goal of passing beyond redemption; to find some way in hell to impress the molly who was currently staring down at the group forming around him. It was more than likely that this was as simple a meeting as any other, having absolutely nothing to do with the lean, dark tabby in particular; still, that was no reason to half-ass any chance he could scrounge up to gather Dawnstar’s respect. Or whatever was closest to respect that the tom could possibly attain in a lifetime. After all, this was the first meeting post the training session; he had to have been cleared of some judgement given how his partner of all cats had been drug along to the battle. If Dawnstar had her eye on him now, Pikejaw would be a moron not to make the most of it.

What in StarClan’s name had been different about the leader’s disappointment, compared to the tom’s mentor or family? Perhaps the molly’s ability to show it in more… urgent ways than simply being cross? The implicit threat of exile? Whatever it was, he had found it quite an effective motivator- and not a dreadful one by any stretch of the word.

[ sedgeshade - shadowclan warrior ]

It was utterly irrational for the tom’s fight or flight to be activated by a simple announcement, both on account of how overreactive it seemed and how idiotic acting upon either instinct would be in the situation anyways. Sedgeshade still found himself deeply considering skipping out on the call- before even knowing what the meeting would entail- but thankfully ended up putting his small splash of reason to use and chose against it. As full of dreadful anticipation as the slow trot outside would be for the cream warrior, ever expecting to be singled out once more, refusing to attend was sure to be noticed by Dawnstar given how, unfortunately, she seemed to know who he was all too much for the warrior’s liking. Filing around among his clanmates, Sedgeshade took a seat in a relatively crowded spot, desperately wishing to hide himself at the outskirts of the clearing yet stilll aiming to seem as inconspicuous as possible.
In spite of his efforts to remain visibly calm, the warrior’s shoulders were hunched, and the way he looked around with a scowl plastered to his maw was clearly indicative of nervousness; so much for appearing neutral. It seemed some things simply couldn’t be shoved to the side, at least within a cat who already filled the back corners of his mind with existing plethoras of problems.

[ honeyfrost - shadowclan queen ]

A rapid decision making process filled the molly’s mind immediately after the echoing screech from the Shadowledge made her practically leap out of her fur. Honeyfrost hadn’t been aware she could even think that fast, debating whether to shield her kits or join the group. From a tentative glance that the queen cast outside the nursery after prying herself up from her nest and smoothing some massively fluffed hackles, it seemed to her that a fair few uncomfortable looking clanmates had drug themselves out to watch. Honeyfrost was optimistic that being the mother of such young kits would allow her to simply stare from the safety of the entrance unhindered- unsure, but optimistic. Gauging by the look of things, the cinnamon molly’s nestmates didn’t seem all that eager to wander out either,
lending the large she-cat a little bit of relief.
Glancing back at her nest, Honeyfrost sighed upon being met with the squirming of indignant kits who clearly were seconds away from eavesdropping. StarClan willing, her leader wouldn’t say anything too grotesque, but at the very least she was a mere tail length away from their impressionable little ears.

[ beechkit - shadowclan kit ]

The small cat attempted a hiss as his nap was cut brutally short, though when his jaws parted they emitted a simple, breathy squeak. Darn kit teeth, ruining the fluffy tom’s attempts at expressing his seething rage at his mother moving so suddenly.
Perhaps the noise had awoken him, but all Beechkit could register was the warm mass of his dear mama leaving him to cuddle against the lukewarm moss instead- clearly, to the kit at least, that was the perpetrator. He wiggled over to his side, inconsiderate of any siblings in his path, and nearly let out a whine before waking up just enough to say no to something so juvenile. No, no, instead, the grumpy little feline would nearly trip on his march to his mother after opening his eyes enough to see her form in the entrance, and he would chew her the heck out. “Maaamaaaa, you made me fall!” In spite of the cream kit’s attempt to seem mature, upon reaching Honeyfrost’s flank his voice was nothing but a tired whine. Beechkit didn’t very much care, he had nearly fallen over his own bedding and was a hair from crying about it; maturity be damned.