No, Goopypaw did not jump at Dawnstar's call. No, he was not busy rolling around in the snow like a kit. And no, he was not giggling to himself as he enjoyed Starclan's dandruff. He was a serious warrior to be! He scurried over to the Shadowledge with the others, placing himself on the outline of the group. Multicolored eyes looked around for his siblings.
--- Moonkit
Kit || He/him || 1Moon || Purrks: Unknown
Moonkit was starting to understand things. If a billion trillion cats all crowded around the Big Rock, he should go to. A few of his siblings had arrived already... how? Had they advanced past wiggling? The little kit smacked his paws angrily on the ground, unable to truly voice his frustration outside of a: "FRABELFW!"
Flashpaw padded near the edge of the crowd. The shy pale
ginger molly's mint green eyes glimmered, reflecting the bright, icy-
white snow. Her fluffy-tipped tail curled around her paws, warming them
against the cold that chilled their pads. She closed her eyes for a moment,
relishing the scents around her. There was nothing better to the small
she-cat than the smells of leaf-bare in the pine forest. The cold stung
her nose every time she took a deep breath to smell, bringing in the
pine-y scents and the tang of sap. The snow made the whole camp
sparkle with shimmering frost, which the light reflected. This made
the camp look even more pretty and perfect than in green-leaf,
although when greenleaf came around she'd end up thinking otherwise.
The molly's eyes opened, and flitted nervously around at the other
cats. Being around so many- even if they were only clanmates- made
her shiver and want to go into the forest. Her cruel parents wouldn't
care- if they were still alive. She watched Dawnstar now, focusing on
the relaxing scents to keep herself calm and open to the cats around
her.
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SQUIRRELPAW she/her. 8 moons. small russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
squirrelpaw, by no means, is a fan of gatherings or meetings — far too many cats crowded together for her liking, setting off her nerves — but its a custom that she's become familiar with. so, at dawnstar's call, she shuffles out of the den, shuddering at the cold and silently wishing newleaf would come. yellow gaze observes the crowd, looking for either goopypaw or mistlewhisker to sit by, but it instead lands on rotpaw. all she wants to do is avoid him, seeing how horribly nervous she gets around him. but before she knows it, she's padding over and sitting beside the tom, heart thumping wildly.
MINKFLURRY she/her. 18 moons. scarred dark brown she-cat with lighter bengal tabby markings; yellow eyes
[ purrks ; beefed up T1, ultimate predator ]
minkflurry pads over, pushing past cats to get a seat in the front.
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Rotpaw blows out a breath, looking up at the Shadowledge with lazy eyes. Then, he feels someone sit beside him. They look over to see one Squirrelpaw, and their face wrinkles in confusion before they snap back to a neutral expression.
“Uh. Hi.”
To be honest, Rotpaw doesn’t know how to do smalltalk. He rarely converses casually so it’s an underdevloped skill. Maybe he can practice.
With the clan gathered, Dawnstar began the ceremonies before she got into the more gritty issues.
"Poppykit, and Sharpkit. It's time for your apprentice ceremonies. Come sit beneath the Shadowledge" Dawnstar meowed.
While she waited for three to join her, she quickly worked out who'd be mentoring them and was working on reassignment. There was an incredible amount of apprentices in need of reassignments... just thinking about it was pissing her off. Why can't cats do their jobs?
She had a few new cats to introduce to the clan. Turtlepaw, Gracklepaw, and Smolderingpaw, She was sure they'd all adjust to the clan well enough. She didn't have exceedingly high hopes for any of them. If they could just make it to warriorhood she'd be happy. She was going to have to find and recruit more outsiders if her clanmates were going to continue to get themselves killed at an exceedingly high rate. #shcmeeting
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Sharpkit took a deep breath and sighed as she walked up towards the massive leader, her ears lowered and her eyes glared at the leader as the ceremony commenced
@Undertaker
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After hanging back for while, Vulturefang slipped into the crowd.
Settling over in the back, the large tom took his seat and let his eyes drift over to Shadowledge. Hmm, what would today's meeting be about? Well before he can for sure know, Dawnstar took the liberty to announce new apprentices. Huh... How fun. There'd probably be a few reassignments to. All the fun stuff.
Letting his mind go blank, he drifted into a monotone mood.
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[Hawkbite]
Enforcer Commander
Shadow Fiend | Just a Scratch | Agatha Kitty
New apprentices weren't the problem Hawkbite was having. He was glad Dawnstar was listing off two new apprentices, but he'd like to see more warriors being made. Lately, he'd taken it upon himself to run classes to keep ShadowClan's apprentices on track to warriorhood. It felt like ages since the last warrior was named and he was pretty sure it was when Starrywisp was named. His brows furrowed with the thought.
Anyways, that was a matter for a different time. Hawkbite crouched down, tucking his paws beneath his body in a 'loaf' position. His green gaze would drift occasionally but settle on Dawnstar when she spoke.
Howlingkit
She/Her [ for now ] | 1 moon “i’ve cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene”
Howlingkit doesn't understand the words fully, but she sees her father. It must be important. The kit wobbles towards the huge cat, faceplanting into his fur. "papa." Her first real word. Howlingkit is quiet, nudging a bit closer, to get her father's protection incase of any issues that may arise.
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Birdkit
ShadowClan
she/her | 1 moon
[Blue-grey tabby with dark blue overcoat, white underside, and amber eyes]
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Oh woah! Things were happening, cats were gathering, it was time for Birdkit to make her appearance. At first, she hung back by the nursery, searching for her victim. She wanted to sit by mama, but she couldn't spot the scarred cat anywhere yet, so she continued looking. She spotted her sister and her father huddled together off to the side, and Birdkit promptly dashed over and barreled into her sister's side, purring. She gave her sister a lick on the cheek and then hopped up, looking up at Darkfall with big grey-amber eyes, their color becoming closer to Lostspark's every day. She beamed up at him in a greeting.
Darkfall truthfully hadn’t noticed the approaching kit, but welcomed the intrusion nonetheless. Howlingkit faceplanting into his fur was just adorable! Wait… did she also say “papa”? Those were her first words! Knowing that his name was the first thing that his daughter said filled him with an indescribable sense of warmth that shined a ray of sunshine on his dreary mood. Most of his other kits preferred their respective mothers, so having one that seemed to favor him was a welcome surprise. ”Hello there baby girl,” he purred, leaning down to gently raps his tongue over the top of her head.
As he did so, Birdkit the Menace came barrelling into her sister’s side. He honestly hadn’t the slightest clue to put what he witnessed into words, but it was quite the experience nonetheless. ”Why hello to you too, Birdkit,” he said with a slight laugh. Ah, yes, the joys of being a father. ”Coming to join us for the meeting?” he asked rhetorically. He didn’t really expect her to have the slightest clue what he was talking about but asked anyway out of habit. The two of his daughters took aspects of both him and Larkfire appearance wise, but he also noticed that their eyes were beginning to take on the amber hues of their mother. Well, he didn’t mind. He always thought his mate’s eyes were beautiful and seeing a piece of her in the kits like this made him happy – a little too happy because now he was probably grinning like an idiot at the two.
[ @/vampire @/Micanomancy @eris if you still want Soot to join. Additionally, any other kiddos/onlookers are welcome to join in!]
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