Climbin' The (Tree) Of Success [SHC TRAINING EVENT]

[Star]

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Eveningpaw
Chimera and tortoiseshell with golden and blue heterochromia
They/Them | 10 Moons | + every 8th | ShadowClan Apprentice | Perfectionist
[32/100]
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"I WANNA CLIMB!!!" Eveningpaw screeched, bounding over with an excited wave of their tail. They were basically bouncing out of their fur.
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Icepaw
White she-kit with very pale, barely visible rosette spots and mint eyes.
She/Her | 9 Moons| + every 6th | ShadowClan Apprentice | Selectively Mute
[29/100]

Purrks:
Well Insulated [Permanently Active] • Mind Reader [Permanently Active]
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She could definitely use some climbing. She was no ThunderClan cat, but it seemed like a good skill to have nontheless. With slow and hesitant steps, Icepaw made her way towards where apprentices and warriors were already gathering, flinching and grimacing at Eveningpaw's unnecessarily loud screeching.
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[Rowan]

BristleThorn padded up, DarkPaw poked out to join the crowd.

[Sn0wDr0p]

Moonpaw padded over. Why not? It's not like she had anything to do at the moment, and it was always good to practice once in a while.

[GrimacingHeron]

Littleglory
Warrior, Non-binary(they/he), 57 moons

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The dark grey-blue cat shivers in the leaf-bare breeze as they come to the climbing event. They watch the excitable apprentices with a twitch of their crooked whiskers and a tail flick.

"Always good to practice," they meow, shifting their sensitive paws. He hasn't had to climb since they've gotten this injury, but they don't back down. It's just another scar they'll overcome.

[newo]

Chestnutpaw

No purrks/ she-cat (she/her/it)/ 2/100


Chestnutpaw looks with bit of interest, and walks over and mews “ I would like some tree-climbing training!” She was sitting next to darkpaw and icepaw, wondering if she be good at tree climbing as she watch littlegory shivers for bit.


@Rowan (as darkpaw!!<3) @Star (as icepaw!!<3) @GrimacingHeron (as littlegory!!<3)

[Daragca]

Event [#event]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Time to train the clan, or something along those lines. The air was bitingly cold, but that made for simple tree climbing. Improved vision with a lot less leaves and all. The two cats were a right pair, both grumpy and full of disdain to the eyes. He almost laughed as Briarsplash suggested no kits, as if they’d dare approach the two hulking figures. She didn’t seem to be fond of all the attention, Owlthroat revelled in it. Being a figurehead for the clan just seemed to stroke his ego more and more. He hadn’t quite made up his mind yet though on Briarsplash, she wasn’t his first choice for a budding friendship. Nor his first choice for an enemy, he’d just have to see how this went.

He was experienced in climbing, not quite as adept as those Thunderclanners who lived and breathed it. But he’d been up plenty trees, improved and refined his skills over the moons. His thick jagged claws were simply divine when it came to grabbing a hold of bark. However his weight wasn’t always to his advantage, he couldn’t scale the narrow branches like the smaller cats could. He’d simply break or bend them and plummet swiftly to his end.

Owlthroat smiled widely as Tuftedtusk approached. ”Good, I don’t mind the extra hand”, his head dipping gently. Such a contrast to his previously stern face, Owlthroat was one to give mental whiplash. For such a hard exterior he held such a softness underneath it all, it was gentle and loving. He’d go to the ends of the earth and back for his kin. Even though they shouldn’t, for him it came above the clan. His gaze turned to Briarsplash, black nose twitching letting her know he was ready to get this started whenever she was.

[ @Aroogi @squidz ]

[Myling]

Willowpaw

The cat buried her head in the soft bedding of her nest. She's feeling particularly horrible today. The gloomy fog that seemed to have been coating her thoughts for days had grown heavier, and it felt like she could barely see through it. The cat sighed, attempting to fall asleep. She was just on the precipice of dozing off, when a meeting was suddenly called. She jerked awake, alarmed for a moment, before it melted into apathy. What was going on this time? The cat soon found out that it wasnt infact a meeting, and that she'd just mistook an event for one. She groaned, and stalked off to go back to bed, but she paused at the entrance to the apprentice den.

Tree climbing. The cat might've joined the bait patrol when dealing with the rats if she'd learned to do that. If she'd done that, she mightve not wound up as a caretaker apprentice. She didnt like her current rank. It didnt say "woo! look at you; a warrior soon! keep on going buddy", it said "how delusional are you??". She knew being a caretaker on its own wasnt really that bad, it might even be popular among the others. But it was more that the cat was worried to death that the rest of shadowclan thought that she was so vacuous that she had to be retired to refreshing nest-moss and cleaning elders' ticks. Was that really what they thought of Willowpaw? Even if the cat was a bit dizzy, surely she was just a little hiccup that everybody would forget soon enough? Nearly every single fibre of her being immediately answered with a No.

So, they hated her because she was Willowpaw. That answer sat well with her, and there was a clear solution to it. She just wouldnt be Willowpaw anymore. The cat would still keep the name and body, but she'd have to change her personality. Completely.

After a moment of brainstorming what an ideal warrior apprentice would be, the cat figured out that it was actually pretty hard to invent a new personality from scratch. So maybe she should have a reference.... Her mind jumped to Owlthroat. He was an enforcer, scary and fierce and scary some more. Wasnt that the ideal shadowclanner? The cat thought she might feel bad being all mean and stuff (mean to everyone but turtlepaw, of course), but mean was better than being exiled to become a kittypet.

The cat padded over to where the event was being hosted, putting on her most ornery, bad-tempered expression. Maybe it wasnt perfect, but it was a start. A start towards becoming a warrior once again.

[ open!!! ]

[sleepyyjax]

Newtbelly
he/him | Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend | 19 moons
ShadowClan Enforcer

header: @/daragca

Hmm, a climbing event? Run by Briarsplash and Owlthroat, no less. Now he thought about it, he'd never seen the two so much as talk to each other. Not that he was keeping tabs on every interaction, but it was a little interesting to see them running an event together. Perhaps the two had clicked.

He couldn't say climbing was his forte, but it would be best to show face. He could always head out hunting if it got dull. "I'm happy to assist where necessary." He commented, approaching the two. There were a decent few cats here now. Tuftedtusk also offered to help. He'd seen Tuftedtusk and Owlthroat together quite often, and it didn't take a genius to notice how much Owlthroat's exterior changed around the tom. Hmm. Maybe he should poke him about it. Not that he knew how. HE didn't talk to anyone about those things. Never mind Owlthroat.

Anyway. Climbing. That was the important thing right now. He recalled his session with Silentpaw. It would be important to keep an eye on how the 'paws were doing. He'd try to pick up early if one of them seemed scared.

[GreenTheGreat]

✦Muddypaw✦
She/Her | Shadowclan Apprentice | Master Scout | Well Insulated
Brown pointed she with blue eyes and a patch of cream on her belly.
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Muddypaw's eyes widened as she heard the call. Wow, climbing training! She loved being able to train for a while. Some may find training tedious or pointless, but muddypaw loved it. She loved the freedom, the escape, the feeling of the wind in her fur, the tinge of claws and teeth and thorns and anything else against her skin. So she was excited for this. Muddypaw bounded over, large paws coming to a halt in the middle of the gathering cats.
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[squidz]

Event [#event]

~ BRIARSPLASH ~
stocky, large, & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes; just a scratch | killer aptitude t1
[ shadowclan enforcer | she-cat | 29 moons | abrasive, standoffish, loyal ]

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[ apologies for the late post, wco ate my post last night and i had to recover from the despair xD here we go!! ]

Briarsplash seemed pleased, only betrayed by the tiniest flicker in her pale eyes as many of the Clan assembled around her. She dipped her head to Tuftedtusk and Newtbelly as they padded up, grateful for the support of her fellow Enforcers. Though she tended to be a solitary feline, knowing she had other honorable ShadowClanners to rely on was helpful. Her whiskers twitched as she observed Tuftedtusk and Owlthroat interact — to her surprise, the black-and-white co-host seemed to melt like snow in the sun for a moment.

Golden-green eyes flicked curiously between the pair for just a moment before turning to look back at the small crowd. She wasn't an expert at this sort of thing, but there was... something that passed between their eyes. Whatever it was, the dilute tortie decided to continue her obliviousness. Or, more accurately, her preferred-ignorance.

Briarsplash gave a curt nod to the exuberant apprentices and warriors that spoke, although she outwardly cringed when one shouted from the top of their young lungs. Eveningpaw, a particularly excited apprentice, had practically made the Enforcer's ear fur shake. Briar was a second away from reflexively hissing in annoyance when she realized... this might not be the best time to let her temper fly. If she weren't an Enforcer leading the event, then maybe.

Swallowing down the worst of her words, Briarsplash gritted her teeth, flashing a quick glare at Eveningpaw. "Hush — we'll get to that. Warriors need to learn patience and when to keep their tone down," she snapped. Ironic for her to talk about patience, but a bit of reprimanding for an apprentice wasn't out of her league. Taking in a deep breath, the fluffy she-cat cast a glance at Owlthroat, seeing his nod; he was ready.

She had never interacted much with the fellow Enforcer, but he had helped her from not drowning in a sea of rats during the extermination event led by Dawnstar. He'd watched her back and had taken over when she'd had to aggravatedly limp off due to her injuries. In Briarsplash's mind, that was enough to consider him an ally, beyond simple Clanmate loyalty. What to say about his personality was still up in the air — but he'd earned her begrudging respect, at least.

"Alright... stick close to us while we go out in the territory," she meowed, flicking her tail to signal those around her to follow. The Enforcer purposefully swerved to avoid the territory with the owl sightings—the last thing they needed right now was one of the smaller 'paws getting a premature liftoff, especially during a teaching event—and headed towards a patch of their territory where evergreens blended with various pines. The breeze was chilly, and her thick coat was fully fluffed out as she came to a halt in the grove.

"Now, listen, everyone — 'cause I ain't gonna repeat myself, and I'm sure Owlthroat doesn't want to either." Briarsplash peered around the assembled Clanmates, making sure they were paying attention. As much as she could tell, anyway. "We'll be splitting into groups to focus on more of you individually while we climb. Tuftedtusk 'n Newtbelly are here to join us, and you'll listen to them as well. No question on that." She cast a glance at her fellow Enforcers before continuing.

"I'm splittin' ya up for the sake of my sanity, but we can all be within the same vicinity in case we need help — and for refreshers." She narrowed her eyes, scanning the assembled cats. Plenty of apprentices, good. The Clan could knock out a chunk of training today, assuming all went well. "Now listen up..."

"Newtbelly is gonna help me out, and we're gonna take Littleglory, Bristlethorn, Darkpaw, Newtpaw, Cougarpaw, Brackenpaw, Eaglepaw, Mosquitopaw, Fishpaw, and Moonpaw."

[ @/squidz - Briarsplash | @sleepyyjax - Newtbelly | @GrimacingHeron - Littleglory | @Rowan - Bristlethorn & Darkpaw | @SugarHeartzSage - Newtpaw | @kira - Cougarpaw, Brackenpaw, & Eaglepaw | @nyme - Mosquitopaw | @Spider - Fishpaw | @Sn0wDr0p - Moonpaw ]

A pause, recounting to make sure she had split it up as evenly as she could. Then she continued.

"Owlthroat, that leaves you and Tuftedtusk to handle the others. Wrangle 'em however you need," she added, whiskers twitching in a vague attempt at amusement. She assumed that not many would try and test either of the large toms. "That's Tinywolf, Shadowpaw, Wisppaw, Sootpaw, Starrypaw, Eveningpaw, Icepaw, Willowpaw, and Muddypaw." At least they could have Eveningpaw — Briarsplash already had an overly-eager apprentice (bless his heart) and didn't need to deal with any extra yowling.

[ @Daragca - Owlthroat | @Aroogi - Tuftedtusk | @nyx - Tinywolf | @Fish - Shadowpaw & Wisppaw | @iliri - Sootpaw | @ollie_the_skeleton - Starrypaw | @Star - Eveningpaw & Icepaw | @Myling - Willowpaw | @GreenTheGreat - Muddypaw ]

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Okay, whatta mouthful. Taking in a deep breath, Briarsplash cleared her throat and flicked her tail. "Now c'mon... my group, this way." Approaching a nearby pine tree, she gazed upwards, narrowing her eyes. "If you're completely new to this, there's a few things to know: always have your claws unsheathed. Seems obvious, but you'd be surprised. You need 'em to dig into the bark. Don't forget about your hind legs — while your forepaws are used for the initial grasp, your back legs push ya up. Sorta anchoring you to where you need to be."

The stocky she-cat bunched her legs and sprang onto the tree, digging her claws in. While she wasn't the most graceful cat, she got the job done. Briarsplash lifted one of her forepaws to dig in a bit higher, using her powerful hind legs to push herself up. Swapping her forepaws, the other one then lifted her up, a motion she did slowly for the sake of display until she reached the nearest low-hanging branches. The branch slightly dipped under her weight, and the she-cat took a moment to find her balance before settling down and gazing below. On this particular pine tree, several of the branches were sturdy enough for one or two full-grown cats, maybe a few smaller ones each. With a huff, the Enforcer paused, spying her group from the small height.

"Doesn't look too hard, but it takes more practice than it seems to make it a smooth motion 'n not like you're a newborn kit scrabblin' up your mom's flank. But who wants to go first? Come join me up here or on the other branches, then I can show ya how to jump down... and for the love of StarClan, don't freeze up," she added sharply, like a warning. "You'll block your Clanmates 'n tire yourself out if you just hang there. Either keep movin' up or jump down 'n try again."

With that she flicked her tail, trusting Newtbelly to keep watch and offer advice to the novices from below as she waiting for the first brave soul to step forward.

NEXT POST: MONDAY, JAN 20TH

( likely posting in the afternoon on that day. i'd advise to let everyone post once within that timeframe to keep it as organized as possible. let me know if i missed anything or messed anything up!! o7 )