ShadowClan Grimpeak

[nyme]

AIN'T NO WAY FOR A BOY TO BE

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MOSQUITOKIT . 2 MOONS . HE/HIM . SHADOWCLAN

Mosquitokit looks up, starry-eyed. Meetings are always almost too much for him, but there's something terribly exciting in watching one cat call all the rest to attention so easily. He responds as the others do, finding an unobtrusive spot to settle into so he can hear what Dawnstar has for them all. He's got his big ol' bat ears perked at attention and he's doing his darnedest not to stare and stare and stare at his clanmates as they sidle to their own spots.

He's failing terrifically at it, too.

[ChromeSilver_Hwaa]

Originally Posted by poppy

Nightshade let out an annoyed huff as some kit incubator dared BUMP into her. Not a big deal, but she felt her mouth twist into a frown before she caught herself. "I believe my tail is alright, don't stress about it love." She murmured, internally battling on how suspicious it would be if she attacked someone. Would that raise some flags or would she be okay?

Ermmm.. Probably not the smartest.

Mothcloud nodded and went to go sit down beside her mate Iceclaw. Mothcloud had narrowed her eyes during the warriors response. Clearly suspicious about something.

@Starphobia

[MangofDoom]

┃Fogpaw ┃



shadowclan apprentice | he/him | 9 moons | albino
purrks; kitty softpaws (inactive)
tags; open

Fogpaw has to squint and stumble into the clearing. It’s his first Leafgreen and he’s already missing the overcast days of Leafbare, willing to withstand the cold over the unbearable heat.

[FadingWhispers]

Wildkit and cherryblossom rushed to grimepeak

[idia]

CW: dissociation

SQUIRRELPAW
she/her. 12 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death ]

sitting near the camps entrance, squirrelpaw snaps out of her thoughts as she hears dawnstar's voice ring throughout the camp. blinking and fighting away brain fog, she shakes her head and stands up. like she's on autopilot, her paws carry her across the clearing and towards the forming crowd, taking a seat near the back. her bushy tail wraps around her paws, meanwhile her yellow gaze is trained on ..something, it's hard to tell what.

the battle is still painfully fresh in her mind, though she tries to block it out of her mind. it still seems to linger in the very back of her mind though. her conscious reminding her of what happened. usually followed by ringing in her ears or the incessant pounding of her heart (in all fairness, she's experienced her heart racing for moons. the latter is more bearable.) either way, she's left with her mind feeling more clouded than before. a stark contrast of her usually hyper-vigilant and constantly running mind.

shifting with a heavy sigh, she forces the cloudiness away and sets her gaze upon the grimpeak. maybe goopywhisker will come sit by me...or mistlewhisker..? she wonders, eyes briefly sweeping over the crowd. maybe..I need..more friends, she realizes with a frown.

[ open ]
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QUILLPAW
he/him. 8 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]

quillpaw strides over to the grimpeak, taking a seat near the front. heterochromia gaze flickers about, taking in the sight of injured cats before it lands on his grandmother. interesting.

[ open ]

[Rose]

Originally Posted by furrensic

QUILLPAW
he/him. 8 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]

quillpaw strides over to the grimpeak, taking a seat near the front. heterochromia gaze flickers about, taking in the sight of injured cats before it lands on his grandmother. interesting.

[ open ]

Lostspark - ShadowClan Enforcer

She was likely one of the worst mothers to ever exist. Regardless, this fact didn't stop her from tentatively settling down beside Quillpaw. Lostspark said nothing, only glanced towards her son, uncertain whether he wanted distance or not.

[Aolani]

Yellowtwist walks over and sites down to listen to the meeting. He expects nothing insteresting though.


Dizzycloud was within earshot and was particularly comfy at the moment so she did nothing.

[Luminous]

Pigeonpaw

Finally.
She had been sitting on pines and needles, ok? Like the battle patrol had returned forever ago and Pigeonpaw had waited and waited but now she was finally gonna hear all of the news!!

She rushed over from where she had been pacing. Alrighty, so who to bother this time? She wanted to sit with an apprentice again, but also someone who had been in the battle. Amber eyes searching the camp, she quickly found someone in the overlap of those categories and bounded over to the older apprentice. "Sup, Squirrels! How was the battle thingy? Was it epic?" Argh, if she had only had enough battle training before this to join them she could have been right there in the chaos if it!!

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@furrensic - Squirrelpaw

[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 39 moons
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat had sauntered his way over as Dawnstar’s roar had broken through camp. The day had been long and the late sun cast a glow beneath the Grimpeak. Starkly outlining Dawnstar’s scarred figure. Riverclan was gone, he was thankful for that much. But jealousy crept into his mind as he pondered the battle, he wished he had been there. Nothing pleased him better than carving and slicing cats, seeing the red spatters of another win. Owlthroat knew it was his fear for the water which had held him back and his blackened maw curled in disgrace.

When would be his next chance? He yearned for nothing more than a battle, because there was nothing he was better at. It was a guilty sadistic satisfaction of his very own. He wasn’t particularly interested in what the leader had to say, it was undoubtedly more of the same. More apprentices, possibly warriors. Last meeting he had been assigned Willowpaw as his own, what a mistake that had been. The blubbering mess of a cat turned his head sideways. She was frankly untrainable, how could he even begin to start training a mess like that. A discorded brain even more broken than his own, unable to keep a simple train of thought.

But he would train her, to the best of his abilities. Owlthroat didn’t want to make himself appear as incompetent, especially when his own ego he held above everything. The greatest warrior alive wouldn’t fail and crack under the pressure of someone like her. Escaping his mouth a small sigh echoed as he moved forward, trying to find an unnoticeable spot within the crowd ahead. Catching sight of Tuftedtusk seemed like somewhat of a relief, he didn’t know him much. Only past mention, but from what he’d heard he seemed like a sensible cat. Albeit on the gruff side similar to himself.

Tuftedtusk’s red-brown fur seemed mottled with greens and spindly cobwebs, he had been in the battle. It almost soured Owlthroat and caused him to turn away, but there weren't many other places to sit down now that the clearing had begun to fill with cats. The choice had been made for him. Pushing forward once more, his towering figure lowered onto his haunches. Tuftedtusk’s gaze was unfocused and unwavering upon Dawstar. Dipping his head in a brief courteous nod, he secretly hoped he’d catch his eye.

Conversation would be often a bore at these meetings, he hadn’t managed to get much out of Willowpaw in regards to the battle. Part of him yearned to ask the questions, hear about the bloodshed and the rage. It left him hungry.

[​​ @Aroogi ]

[FruitBatz]

Turtlepaw and Honeyoak arrived