ShadowClan Clearing

[~Sayonara~]

Batsong yawns and sits in a far corner of the clearing, sticking to the darkness and away from the crowd of cats. Socialism was never his strong suit.

[Clock Dragonshifter]

~Night'Kit~
The red-bodied kit padded into camp her face neutral not bothering with the wound on her shoulder as she padded towards the nursery. The kit was disappointed in herself for allowing her head to tell her it was good to try and get a head start by exploring the territory she was lucky enough to be allowed back into Shadowclan and she'd be sure she'd never allowed herself to be so miserable and go missing again.


~Lostfire~
The large smokey gray she-cat padded through camp her head held high and her face stone cold as she made her way towards the camp entrance.


~HoneyFire~
The cream tom looked angry as he padded out of the Warriors den taking a seat near the entrance he began to groom his unkempt fur.


~Prickle'Song~
The lilac tom was quiet as he made his way out of the camp clearing out into the territory beyond.

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Ashpaw sits.

[Pitou]

**Petalkit**
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The calico kit padded out of the nursery and stretched in the sunshine. The nursery was slowly growing cramped. She found a shadowed spot along the cliffside and sat down. She watched the warriors and apprentices move about the clearing as she disinterestedly batted at a pine needles lying on the ground.

[Apollo.]

Originally Posted by Ravensong

**Petalkit**
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The calico kit padded out of the nursery and stretched in the sunshine. The nursery was slowly growing cramped. She found a shadowed spot along the cliffside and sat down. She watched the warriors and apprentices move about the clearing as she disinterestedly batted at a pine needles lying on the ground.

• MothKit •

The fluffy kit blinked as she padded out of the nursery, almost immediately spotting Petalkit. Should I go sit with her..? I don't want to be yelled at by her sister again.. MothKit sighed before deciding to sit nearby, rather than with, the calico kit.

[PlayWithFire]

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suntail licks her flanks, her head slightloy lifted to look at her surroundings. she sees a cat approach her and she bows her head. hello. she mews.

[Toodle]

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Heat and fury burned beneath Gingercry's thick orange pelt as he swept out of the warrior's den. Goldenstep's words still rang in his mind, pulsing like an aching wound. He thought of Lilyleap, his beautiful mate so full of life, but now the unadulterated remembrance was tainted by the image of Shadowclan turning on her for her outspoken disagreement with Dawnstar. And the lies they all told, the lies Owlfeather had told! For moons he was allowed to believe that some rogue had killed her, there was nothing they could've done. But to learn his late mate was killed in an instigated border skirmish with her own clanmates at her side but doing nothing to save her. Gingercry's stomach twisted into knots.

His large head turned as his blazing eyes searched the clearing. He was tunnel-visioned, seeking Owlfeather. He wasn't sure what he wanted from her, he wasn't even sure he wanted anything at all. He didn't know what he'd do when he found her, he just knew he had to find her. Figwind was dead so Owlfeather was the only face he could place on the death of his mate. A low growl formed in his chest, rough and wheezy from disuse. His amber eyes, near blind with anger, locked onto her and his breath caught in his chest. He moved his legs forward with purpose, aiming his determined pace directly towards her. "Owlfeather!!" His voice erupted from his mouth. He didn't know what he wanted to say, or what he would say when he opened his mouth again, but he needed her attention, he needed her to look at him acknowledge him. "You're responsible for her death! The death of a clanmate! Admit it!" His pace didn't slow as he let the words tumble out.

@Hopeless

[~Silver~]

Stonefoot walked into the clearing sitting down as she sighed bored while she sat down with her long slim tail wrapped around her.

[astrid.]

A yowl shot through the clearing that nestled its way into Falconfall's ears. The slumbering tom resisted the curiosity that barked at him to get up, keeping his nose tightly tucked underneath his tail. But the more and more time that passed, the more he could feel the need to know the source of it eating away at his paws. So up the young tom got, grumbling something about never getting enough sleep, and emerging from the warriors den.

With pine trees to blot out most of the dying leaf-bare sunlight, the camp was shrouded in the dimness that ShadowClan was used to. It did little to affect his ability to see as Falconfall put a face to the cry; Gingercry, that was. Parting his jaws in a massive yawn, he decided to take a seat and begin some idle grooming, keeping one ear perked for any new developments as the drama unfolded.

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[Hopeless]

Originally Posted by Toodle

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Heat and fury burned beneath Gingercry's thick orange pelt as he swept out of the warrior's den. Goldenstep's words still rang in his mind, pulsing like an aching wound. He thought of Lilyleap, his beautiful mate so full of life, but now the unadulterated remembrance was tainted by the image of Shadowclan turning on her for her outspoken disagreement with Dawnstar. And the lies they all told, the lies Owlfeather had told! For moons he was allowed to believe that some rogue had killed her, there was nothing they could've done. But to learn his late mate was killed in an instigated border skirmish with her own clanmates at her side but doing nothing to save her. Gingercry's stomach twisted into knots.

His large head turned as his blazing eyes searched the clearing. He was tunnel-visioned, seeking Owlfeather. He wasn't sure what he wanted from her, he wasn't even sure he wanted anything at all. He didn't know what he'd do when he found her, he just knew he had to find her. Figwind was dead so Owlfeather was the only face he could place on the death of his mate. A low growl formed in his chest, rough and wheezy from disuse. His amber eyes, near blind with anger, locked onto her and his breath caught in his chest. He moved his legs forward with purpose, aiming his determined pace directly towards her. "Owlfeather!!" His voice erupted from his mouth. He didn't know what he wanted to say, or what he would say when he opened his mouth again, but he needed her attention, he needed her to look at him acknowledge him. "You're responsible for her death! The death of a clanmate! Admit it!" His pace didn't slow as he let the words tumble out.

@Hopeless

~ Owlfeather ~

A yowl ripped through the otherwise calm camp, and the large tabby's head flung up as her own name was called. Expecting some kind of emergency that needed to be dealt with, she turned towards the source of the call; Gingercry. He had always seemed like a reasonable cat, loyal and doing his job as warrior, but never had Owlfeather seen the older cat so... ruffed, and inraged. She took a step towards him, intending to hear out what he saw as so important, until she saw the direction of his anger. It was nothing that needed her attention in the way that she had thought, no rouge venturing in on clan land, or large predator she needed to plan something around. No, the furry he was overflowing with was about her.

As soon as the realization came over her, she stopped moving and instead tilted her head back so she had to look down at Gingercry, a trick her father had shown her to seem more imposing, often commanding respect as well - one of the few things she actually looked up to her father for. Her eyes narrow into thin slides of yellowish amber as she heard what he was talking about. Stars above, his daughter just have talked with him after their conversations, and now he two was throwing a fit over the whole thing. Fantastic.

"If you talk about Lilyleap" Her voice was cold as ice, and her usual neutral tone was sharpy edged by a low growl. "Then no. If you didn't hear, she was killed by Windclanner. I don't mind describing the cat who landed the killing blow if you'd like, but for the Darkforest's sake, shut your mouth before you alert the whole camp, there is absolutely no point in start shouting like this." Her voice had grown stronger as she spoke, more and more authoritative, but now she made it more neutral again. "I really expected more from someone like you, Gingercry."