Oh, yes. Today was the day. Yellowpaw wasn't going to be Yellowpaw anymore, probably. Unless some tragic event happened, but that wasn't going to happen, right? He hopped into the clearing. Judging by Dawnstar's tone, she was going to say something about how everyone was a disappointment, which Yellowpaw could somewhat relate to, but he would be a warrior, so who cared? He still remembered winning his assessment, which was fun.
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"Tomatoes are in the same family as some of the world's deadliest poisons. That just goes to show how rebellious tomatoes are." "What about how the apple can fall far from the tree?" "No, sometimes the tomato falls from the plant."
Well well well, here they went again. Dawnstar was, as predictable, in something resembling a seething rage, and Shrewstep was in no mind to ignore the excitement and potential head-protection he would get if he attended this meeting, so he gathered with the crowd before the Shadowledge. (OPEN)
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All hail the Rat Queen's!!
Shrewstep has Silver Tongue and Mind Reader purrks
Pit has Just a Scratch and Beefed Up Tier 2
Doeflame padded towards the Shadowledge and took a seat. Thank StarClan it was getter warmer, and she didn't have to worry about her toes falling off. Not to say it wasn't chilly though.
A gentle pat pat took the warrior by surprise, and his head angled downward to look at little Bleedingkit sitting beside him. The kitten seemed to be mimicking his stance. It was quite an amusing sight. Was that how he'd be greeted by the little kit from now on? Not that he was complaining or anything, he just had to be extra prepared for the pats now. The last thing he needed was to be spooked and swat the kitten across the clearing by accident.
Hawkbite gently reached over and patted the kitten on the head, again. This time it wasn't to escape the little kit, but just to greet him in a similar fashion. His green eyes would turn to look back up at Dawnstar, awaiting the announcements.
@Rani - Bleedingkit [Hawk's 400th post needed to be him patting Bleeding, I love it]
[Fogwatcher]
ShadowClan Warrior
Flock Together [T1] | Bilingual [T1] | The Collector
The splotched tom made his way over to the Shadowledge. He ended up taking a seat besides Hillstrider. The energy that radiated from the other feline seemed to attract his attention. It was like he drawn to it. Fogwatcher didn't say anything, but offered a silent greeting towards the other warrior as his tail wrapped around his paws.
@Mica - Hillstrider mention [don't feel obligated to respond!]
Hillstrider
ShadowClan
he/him | 18 moons
[Big fluffy orange tabby with yellow eyes]
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Hillstrider hadn't expected for anyone to sit by him, much less Fogwatcher of all cats. The dappled tom was the very epitome of ethereal, and was way out of Hillstrider's area of expertise. He didn't mind though! Hillstrider shot the tom an easy smile, too stupid for anxiety. "Yo! Good to see you my dude!" It was very familiar for a cat he had never exchanged more than one or two words with, but that was sort of his vibe regardless of who you were. He left it at that and directed his attention to the Shadowledge.
Now the eldest, she was born second in line. A legacy she never wanted. An heir to an invisible throne of death and destruction. Granddaughter to the ruthless and daughter to that backbone of Shadowclan, their medinice cat. Howlingkit takes each step into the meeting an empty shell. No star cat could give her another chance at the image she created. The image that she was burning from the inside due to hatred and anger. Dark grey pelt weaving through and around cats she only knew by name.
It was her ceremony that would take place here. All of siblings were becoming apprentices. The next force and wave of Shadowclan’s warrior, then they would all die slowly before failing goals they dreamed of. Howling would not be possible to help her. She wouldn’t be able to protect Sunny as well as before. The eldest of the litter had also discarded the name she was given. Taking on another, one that served a different meaning than that of one she gave her grandmother. She would be known as Heronpaw. The name she had wished of being given, a name forged out of spite and hatred. Her own calling card. Howlingkit was made of the rage of a thousand moons. Nothing would change that.
Nothing would change her now. There was no reason to. She shakes her head to get rid of the bubbling anger that dared flood her mind. This reality would have to change for her, a normal life she was travel now. Would she change the tides of this legacy she was forced to claim. Forced to step into now that her brother was dead. Nobody else could stop that now, not even her…
The only thing that caught her attention was Birdkit. Her sister. The only one here as of now. Howlingkit struggling with what she would even say towards her. The blue and yellowed shekit had built walls around herself ever since birth, now she was trapped in them. By her own words and actions. She calls out to Birdkit. Paws moving her a bit closer. “I. ” Was she really doing this right now? Was she really going to try and build a ladder out of these walls and a bridge to her sibling? “We were never close. It is my fault, something I wish to apologize for, I am….” She couldn’t even form the damn word. “Bird…don’t die. Okay?” Directed away. A cowards game of words, one that she was familiar with.
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ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat apprentice
As irked, rage filled tones entered his oriental shaped ears Mossfreckle hauled himself out of his mossy nest and licked himself clean of the mud and blood he had been too troubled to rid himself of the night before - the calm after the storm was nice… well, as nice as it could feel to drag oneself back to the land if the living and renter the world with yet another mental strive shoved deep into the darkest depths of their core, he would deal with it later if ever as he felt that he had worked it out enough as it was… the ache of his claws and the fatigue in his eyes the only lingering reminder of the tumble he had taken into the dark, haunted, whispering abysmal voids of his starless core. Shaking his angular head to rid himself of the last hints of the taunting ocean static the herbalist dipped into a mountain shape and allowed his aching white tipped paws to press in resistance against the chilled stone of the medicine cats den, seeming his coat to be back to its usual pristine, silken state he padded from the belly of the den to its mouth and into the clearing, hazed orbs adjusting painfully to the sunny sky after he had retreated to the dark depths of the medicine cats den the night before. Mossy hues blinked, blinked, blinked until they could see and went right to scoring the clearing for the familiar little form of Birdkit or the lithe grey form of his mentor or anyone he knew as he sat and curled his feathery, white tipped tail over his petite paws and tuned his oriental shaped ears up towards the Shadowledge, ready for the hell that Dawnstar was sure to rain over the lackadaisical felines gathering before her.
{ @Mica ~ Birdkit } { @Rose ~ Lostspark }
[ a short mess … }
Birdkit
ShadowClan
she/her | 5 moons
[Blue-grey tabby with dark blue overcoat, white underside and amber eyes] Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby [PERMANENTLY ACTIVE]
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Birdkit glanced up when Howlingkit approached her, surprise flickering in her dulled amber eyes for just a moment. Why was her sister talking to her? Howlingkit went out of her way to not talk to her. But the little cat couldn't manage any suspicion, however, as Howlingkit stumbled over an apology--at least Birdkit assumed it was an apology--and shuffled anxiously. A strange request, to not die. She blinked her owlish eyes at her sister, remaining silent for a long moment.
"That sounds like a goodbye." She meowed out of nowhere, voice a soft imitation of Mossfreckle's. For a cat who was quite simple, her demeanor had suddenly shifted into something.... more. Like she finally had thoughts running through her head. Was... was she playing dumb, for the past five moons? (The answer is no.) Then just like that, it was gone. "But okay!" Birdkit chirped, beaming up at Howlingkit, as though moons of animosity had never been there. "As long as you promise not to die, either."
Birdkit felt eyes on her, and she twisted her head to catch Freckle sitting at the entrance to the medicine den, looking irritated. Birdkit popped up on quick feets, padding a step or two in his direction before pausing and glancing at Howlingkit. "You can sit by me 'n Freckle if you like!" She offered, and trotted away without waiting for a response.
Birdkit skittered over to Freckle and plopped down on his paws, a congested purr rumbling to life in her chest. She let out a little cough, but managed to get it under control. Ugh, it seemed like no matter how little she ran these days, the cough was still there. She certainly hoped it wouldn't impact her training when she eventually became an apprentice...
Miss Grandmama did not appear pleased. The young child sat in the mouth of the den, watching as her grandmother stalked up the ledge and called for a meeting. Her ears flicked, a brief thought crossing her mind. Mama said she would be an apprentice soon, apprentices were made at six moons... She was six moons now. Did Miss Grandmama know, like she does with all the other kits? ...Sleepykit didn't doubt that Miss Grandmama knew. So that must mean that she would become an apprentice now, too. It was a strange thought but, then again, mama had left the nursery long ago - she had lost her own nest long ago. She had asked Miss Grandmama to stay with her until this day would come... Unless she allowed her to stay longer which, somewhere the little kit felt, she would've hoped for her grandmother to accept. But now the day was here, she was almost certain and she knew Nightshiver had the same thought when the white queen joined her side with a gentle smile. That was her cue, her silent permission to go and join the meeting even before she could see mama out there. Taking a few steps forward, deriving from the den where she usually watched meetings from, Sleepykit allowed herself to sit closer to the Shadowledge - to her Grandmama - than she normally did. She felt, perhaps, just a bit out of place, sitting elsewhere than she normally did. More so, the kit found herself wondering - if she became apprenticed this meeting - who would take her charge? Would it be selfish of her to hope it would be her Miss Grandmama? She had taught her some hunting before, and Sleepykit knew Miss Grandmama wasn't replacing her, yet. She wanted to train with her more, but all the same understood the busy life her grandmother led - much like her mother, for whom she cast a look around the crowd, hoping to spot her familiar fur despite the belief that the older she-cat was replacing her with the other kits, whom she begrudgingly spotted at this meeting too. Rather than joining her supposed siblings, she remained next to the white queen, silently casting her striking blue eyes back up to her Miss Grandmama. If she couldn't be taught by the shadow queen herself, the black and white kitten hoped it could be someone the older feline trusted, at the least. The shadow princess knew what she wanted - she knew it would be a lot of work, but she wanted to follow both their pawsteps, though large to fill with such small steps. Perhaps that was why she was so intently watching Dawnstar, nearly unphased by her apparent irritation and instead sitting ready to hear whatever her Miss Grandmama had to say, any thought that may involve concern overridden by the louder presence in her mind. At her side Nightshiver felt a bit more concerned for the news the dark leader may bring but, as often as she did, kept her emotions deep inside only to be shown through a small quirk of her brows ever so quickly gone if the kit looked her way. The forever queen's tail came to rest around her paws, casting a glance around the growing crowd of felines - catching a small glimpse of Hawkbite and a kit. Bleedingkit. Just sight of him, once more, filled her senses with relief knowing he was alright; but even more so, seeing him interact so gently with a kit as he would with Mothkit - for a moment, she forgot about her concerns and smiled.
Brownkit's head tilted in concern as Dawnstar called the clan to gather. Brownkit was six moons old now, so this should be the meeting she'd become an apprentice, but... why did her leader sound so angry? She knew a lot of the cats in Shadowclan found her scary- or, maybe scary wasn't the right word... they just all knew to listen to her. So serious Dawnstar wasn't unusual, but right now she sounded REALLY mad... did something happen?
Brownkit sat down among the rest of her clanmates, hoping that whoever her mentor was would like teaching her lots of things and that nobody was going to get hurt this meeting.
Birdkit
ShadowClan
she/her | 5 moons
[Blue-grey tabby with dark blue overcoat, white underside and amber eyes] Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby [PERMANENTLY ACTIVE]
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Birdkit glanced up when Howlingkit approached her, surprise flickering in her dulled amber eyes for just a moment. Why was her sister talking to her? Howlingkit went out of her way to not talk to her. But the little cat couldn't manage any suspicion, however, as Howlingkit stumbled over an apology--at least Birdkit assumed it was an apology--and shuffled anxiously. A strange request, to not die. She blinked her owlish eyes at her sister, remaining silent for a long moment.
"That sounds like a goodbye." She meowed out of nowhere, voice a soft imitation of Mossfreckle's. For a cat who was quite simple, her demeanor had suddenly shifted into something.... more. Like she finally had thoughts running through her head. Was... was she playing dumb, for the past five moons? (The answer is no.) Then just like that, it was gone. "But okay!" Birdkit chirped, beaming up at Howlingkit, as though moons of animosity had never been there. "As long as you promise not to die, either."
Birdkit felt eyes on her, and she twisted her head to catch Freckle sitting at the entrance to the medicine den, looking irritated. Birdkit popped up on quick feets, padding a step or two in his direction before pausing and glancing at Howlingkit. "You can sit by me 'n Freckle if you like!" She offered, and trotted away without waiting for a response.
Birdkit skittered over to Freckle and plopped down on his paws, a congested purr rumbling to life in her chest. She let out a little cough, but managed to get it under control. Ugh, it seemed like no matter how little she ran these days, the cough was still there. She certainly hoped it wouldn't impact her training when she eventually became an apprentice...
Silence over takes the kitten as she simply stares at her younger sister. A voice that isn’t her own, but instead it sounds like Mossfreckles. Yet it is softer, it's nice to hear. Howlingkit is sure of it. It's probably a wonderful sound, Birdkit had always been gentle. But she can not experience such a noise. It was muffled at best, the grey kit has to turn her head to hear what remains of the sentence she could.
She feels as if she is going to throw up at any moment, Howlingkit can feel the urge to rising in her brain. Which of us will die first? Me or her. Which of us will be taken too early? Me or her. Howlingkit feels the pit grow, her own walls had caused such an event to happen. Why? Why had she been like this? Why had she pushed Birdkit away, why had she always spoken so negatively about her younger sister?
Mouth opening to speak but no words can express the kitten's true thoughts. So instead the elder one of the two gives a simpler statement. "I had no plans of it, Bird" Howlingkit can feel her voice crumble as she utters the bare minimum towards her kin. She hadn't planned on crying today, it was a rare sight. But Birdkit had given an offer of kindness and Howling would fall deeper. Voice now a whisper on the verge of tears, the back of her throat burning as she tries to reply in a tone that isn't as harsh as she normal is. "No thank you."
But she had already left her older sister behind. Similar to her mother. Her walls are reinforced now. The molten lava cooling in an instant as Howlingkit turns away. Sitting where the kitten stood, awaiting further orders and or a direction of guidance from her grandmother. One thing did come with the mental fortifications. Birdkit would die first and Howling was fine with that.
If there was one thing to be said from this meeting, it was that Lostspark would not miss this meeting. Her kits were to be made apprentices, and Lostspark could not merely sit it out. Then again, come to think of it, she never missed meetings on purpose, so there was that.
Emerging from the medicine den on Mossfreckle's heels, the lithe grey feline settled in an empty corner, taking stock of which of her kits had shown up. Sootkit, Birdkit, Howlingkit, Rainkit, Quietkit, Bleedingkit, Wispykit, Quillkit, and Sleepykit. That was certainly not all of her kits, but Lostspark couldn't exactly round them up and force them to attend, now could she? They needed to learn responsibility on their own, even if it sent a quiet pang through her chest at the thought of not all her kits being apprenticed at the same time.
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❝ You don't think I know my own palace? I built it. ❞
Re: The Shadowledge
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