Sharpkit wandered into the clearing, wondering if any cat would talk to her!
(Open to bullies and friends or anyone else!)
SagePaw was walking along and saw Shapkit just wondering around. "How are you doing Sharpkit? " He asked in a genuine voice as his leaf green eyes peered down at the kit.
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Might checkup on ppl here and there but otherwise that im not roleplaying anymore.
At a voice defending her daughter, the queen whirled around to face Darkpaw, her blue eyes blazing with fury. "You will go to the den to calm down! You are being irrational. Ruepaw can't go because you are! Why don't you learn to respect those above you." She spat in response to the dark furred tom, her voice harsh and rough. She would absolutely not tolerate being talked to in such a way by an apprentice. She was, in all honesty, trying her hardest not to smack him upside the head, but she knew that this must be a friend of Larkpaw's, so she would do her best from harming him. She turned away, hoping to head back to the nursery before she heard Darkpaw's voice again.
"Who am I?" Her voice snarled as she turned around, cream haunches raised. "I'm her goddamn mother, if you have to know. I will speak to my daughter any way I so please." She found herself looking down at the apprentice, her face so close to his that all she could see were his eyes. She would have to talk to her daughter about her choice in friends, if you could call this wannabe hotshot a friend. "Well, speak up now. Are you going to say anything now or what?" She snarled at the apprentice. This kid really had nerves of steel trying to mess with her right now. "You do not wanna piss me off, kid. Ask Larkpaw." At the sound of her daughters question, Dappledleaf turned around, a concerned look on her face. ”Yes, yes, please. You three, back in the nursery! You should not be watching this.” She called to the kits, Smolderingkit, Smokekit, and Vulturekit.
Ruepaw spoke again. Dappledleaf turned, with a sad look. "I get it, kid. I do. You think I just poofed into existence without a mentor? Mine did the same crap as Cinderblaze. I was you before you existed." She hoped that he knew that she wasn't mad at him, nor Darkpaw (other than the dark-furred apprentices behaviour towards herself), and all she wanted was for them to, in all honesty, shut up. Cinderblaze was dead, and there was little anyone could do about it. Darkpaw had every reason to grieve, but that did not give him the excuse to be an asshole. She watched as the calico apprentice padded towards the entrance, and with a sigh, padded after him. "Would you like me to go with you, so you don't get in trouble for leaving by yourself? I won't talk, I'm just there to make sure nothing happens." Her voice was gentle now, and she talked low. She didn't want more fights.
Darkpaw blinked at the queen. She said she’s Larkpaw’s what? he thought before his eyes widened with horror as a sudden realization dawned on him and he quickly pulled away so that they weren’t so close. He had just talked back to Larkpaw’s mother in front of her! Oh no, oh no, oh no. This was NOT good. That’s what Larkpaw had been trying to warn him about, but he didn’t listen! Oh, what a fool he was! The dark-furred apprentice had been so caught up with his anger at Ruepaw that he had been a little lot too forceful. Unsure of what to say now, he just murmured ”Oh.””I hadn’t realized, sorry about that,” he said quietly. He glanced towards Larkpaw, before quickly looking back at Dappledleaf. He was sure she wouldn't want to talk to him anymore because of how he acted, and he didn't want to face her right now.
Darkpaw wasn’t too sure what Ruepaw had been babbling on about. Cinderblaze HAD trained with him, matter-of-fact, Cinderblaze had overseen the majority of the training he already had and had promised to take him out hunting the next time they trained together. Though of course, that hadn’t happened quite yet and he ended up hunting with Cougarivy first, must to his disdain but that wasn’t the point! Cinderblaze had just gotten overwhelmed with his deputy duties and he had stuff going on... right...?
The large apprentice turned away from the two cats he had been arguing with. ”You two wouldn’t get it… he was all I had left,” was all he said as he sighed, flicking his tail half-heartedly. He wasn’t in the mood to argue anymore, nor fight. All of his previous anger and frustration had started to ebb away and all that was left was the throbbing pain in his shoulder and the stinging in his stomach where he’d been clawed at.
Stalking away, he heard Dappledleaf tell some kits to go back into the nursery and he turned to see who it was. Ugh! Smolderingkit, Vulturekit, and Smokekit had still been stalking at the edge of the nursery and he completely forgot! He felt his pelt heat up a bit with embarrassment but he tried to brush it off. Truth be told, he half wanted to laugh at Dappledleaf because he knew very well that his three younger siblings were not going to listen to her. Hell, they barely even listened to him. So instead of walking over to the apprentice’s den as he had been instructed, he headed over to the mouth of the den. "I'll handle my brothers," he called over his shoulder. He wasn't going to argue with the queen anymore, but he definitely wasn't going to budge on this. Larkpaw needn't concern herself with these little balls of fluff if she didn't want to and as grateful as he was for her continued support the last few days, he certainly wasn't going to ask her to with how they responded to others.
As he approached the small kits, he tried to think of something to say. He couldn’t just have them think he was lame as he had gotten attacked both physically and verbally (though he did fight back, and did a half-decent job at it). When he got near he sat down in front of the three troublemakers and looked down at them. His cold blue gaze which had been so full of hatred earlier softened when he looked at them and he let out a low purr. These kits were what his mother, Snailpounce left behind. The small brown tabby that was Smolderingkit, Smokekit, the grey and white tabby, and Vulturekit who looked so much like their shared mother with his charcoal tabby and white splotched frame. He loved them with all of his heart, regardless of how heart-wrenching it was to look at them sometimes. ”You think it’ll leave a cool-looking scar?” he asked with a toothy grin, gesturing to the spot on his shoulder that had begun to stop bleeding. Gosh, it hurt like hell, but he wasn’t going to show it. ”I’m sure Ruepaw’s shoulders are going to be stinging where I had gotten my claws in, cool move, huh?” Darkpaw said, referring to when he had thrown the other apprentice off of him. The tom was well aware that Dappledleaf had instructed them to go into the nursery, but he figured there was no harm in them remaining where they were if he was supervising. After all, the fighting was over and done with so nothing to worry about, right?
At least Ruepaw had had the common sense to swivel around and leave camp ... Although Larkpaw wasn't sure what part of that sentence screamed 'common sense', since apprentices being alone outside of camp was not the best idea at the moment. Lark couldn't help it. She just sat dumbly in place, watching her adoptive mother fight the cat who was beginning to be her only real friend in ShadowClan. Yikes. She just hoped Darkpaw wouldn't take too much offense.
Watching him now, as he apologized to her mother (although Lark would probably never be able to refer to Dappledleaf as the term 'mom' out loud, since seeing how Fablespinner had used that title, it made her squeamish), Lark almost missed the futile glance in her direction. Her amber gaze widened ever-so-slightly with surprise at the regret she saw there, in Darkpaw's expression. Did he think she was mad? Mostly, and she meant this in a very un-rude fashion, the whole thing was highly amusing from afar (make note not to mention that to either Dappledleaf or Darkpaw). After all, both of them had tried to spring to her defense at the expense of themselves.
In the end, though, the lithe grey female couldn't help but feel a shard of pity at her the words of her dark-furred denmate. ”You two wouldn’t get it… he was all I had left,”. Her mouth twisted down into a frown, and Lark felt herself unable to call back the pieces of her heart that had been chipped away after hearing that. Was Darkpaw truly that vulnerable? She didn't blame him, after all. Adding on to his mentor, he'd lost his sister very recently, and a little bit of snooping had told her that his mother had died during kitting.
Speaking of kitting... The young apprentice let out an awkward cough to maybe somehow lift the silence that had decended in camp, and then turned her head in the direction of the three kits. Bleeding burning skies, at least Dappledleaf was right about one thing. Those kits really needed to go back to the Nursery.
What she was not expecting, however, was for Darkpaw to call them his 'brothers' (he had more siblings??? and they were those three scoundrels?). Ah, she had falsely assumed that Snailpounce had died during kitting and taken her kits to StarClan with her. Casting her mother a last, passive look, Larkpaw stood and jogged over to Darkpaw, attempting to match his stride. "I'll help you." She offered, but the words sounded more of as a command than a question. Whoops. Oh well, she was going to help him anyway.
Now, standing a little ways away from the three kittens, Larkpaw began to wave her tail in greeting (although attempting to raise it out of reach of the little gremlins was a more accurate description). "Didn't know you had brothers." She murmured to her fellow apprentice, and then blinked down at the kits. "Well, into the nursery you go now."
[ @/Darkclaws - Darkpaw / @/maple. - Dappledleaf / @dino. - Smolderingkit / @candy hearts. - Smokekit / @oleander - Vulturekit | This is very very late but I supposed it wouldn't hurt to still put it out ]
Re: ShadowClan Clearing
