Mosquitokit's eager for this, quick to zip to a good spot where he can crane up and watch Dawnstar. He's become a big fan of clan meetings, no longer itches with discomfort at having to ease into the crowd. It's fun to sit and watch and learn.
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The ginger tabby opened her eyes from where she lie in the apprentices den, green hues dull and paws feeling heavy. But despite this, Flashpaw knew knew must attend this meeting, as Dawnstar sounded particularly angry. With a lump in her throat, The Lost Melosy rose to her paws, a jab of pain from her scars, then just felt stiff. Not caring to stretch, Flashpaw padded her way to one of the only cats she felt okay interacting with since she'd heard the news of Silverlark and her attempted murder. Cinderpaw. The fluffy feline came up to her friend, sitting beside her with a tiny, thin smile. Smiling had never been so hard. Her paws hurt, her scars hurt, but mainly her heart hurt like it was being hit with a Boulder. But Cinderpaw lifted the weight a bit. She didn't know why, but her presence kept helped remind Flashpaw she wasn't alone. She wasn't sure of the black feline knew what had happened to her. "I... I-I dont kn-know what y-you know a-about wh-what happened." She said hoarsely. "B-But... it's n-not good. I don't w-wanna t-talk about i-it right h-here. N-not in f-front of everyone." Despite this she felt tears plucking at her eyes. No, stop, please. No, don't cry. Please no. Somehow she managed to hold it back for the most part. One single tear found its way out of her eyes, but she closed them for a moment before recollecting herself with a deep breath. "B-but I g-got these sc-scars from s-someone t-trying to k-kill me. Th-thats only h-half of i-it. Just w-wait." no use talking about Silverlark now. Better to wait, better to let her hear for herself. Spare Flash the tears.
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Cinderpaw
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9 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes
She wasn't alone long before a familiar face came to sit by her. Instantly, Cinderpaw straightened up a little bit, happy to see the ginger pelt heading towards her... and then she noticed the new injuries and joy quickly turned to concern. Flashpaw smiled at her, and Cinder could see how forced it looked, like she was only smiling to try and reassure her, not because she was actually happy at all.
Her explanation did little to ease the black tabby's worries either... an attempted murder? Who would do that to Flashpaw of all cats?! Feeling anger on behalf of her friend, who seemed to have defaulted to feeling defeated instead, Cinder's tail started whipping back and forth behind her, agitated. There was apparently more news, though Flash didn't seem keen on discussing it, and though Cinder wanted to know, she could respect that boundary not to talk about it now. Maybe Grandma would announce it... maybe that's why she looked so upset. But if it was something big... how had Cinderpaw not heard yet?
Worried, Cinderpaw leans closer, trying to press her nose to the ginger apprentice's shoulder for comfort - or what little comfort she could offer. No longer was she looking forward to this meeting, now all she felt was dread as well as fear for her friend.
MINTKIT
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// ShC // She/Her // 6 Moons // Kit //
// long-hair Thai with mint green eyes //
Mintkit had been bored. So bored! She had been sitting near the nursery, in a patch of weeds, watching some cat named Cinderpaw do stuff. I wanna be an apprentice. I’M SIX MOONS OLD I SHOULD BE ONE BY— she thought, but her mind was interrupted by Dawnstar’s call. Mintkit bounded to her paws and padded near the Grimpeak, then sat down to tousle her head-fur and look all grown-up. Mintkit’s slim body was barely noticeable in the crowd of cats quickly gathering, yet no cat seemed to want to sit by her. There was a limited amount of space! A kit should blend in…but this one was all alone.
Mintkit stared out at the roiling ocean of pelts. Calico, gray, black…yet none like her. Her face was a dark gray, along with her ears, but her body was white, fluffy, and with gray paws. And then her eyes. They were mint green, and large. Her tail was basically a poof, a fluffy mess! And it made her birth mother like her even less. Mintkit’s surrogate mom loved her strange fur, but Mintkit’s real mother hated it. Must remind her of my father. Mintkit had always supposed. Mint’s father didn’t even live in the Clan. (Mint’s suspicions are he is a kittypet…) But who knows.
I wish I had some answers. It aggravated Mintkit. It made her want to track down that dad of hers and fling ten thousand questions at his face, just to figure out everything, and maybe even make her like her appearance. Mintkit looked down at her body, then chose to look away. I’d rather not make myself go crazy. that circle of space still surrounded her. It was like Mintkit was an outsider in the large community that was ShadowClan. Ugh. I hate not knowing stuff.
[ open for anyone who wishes to be asked a million questions! ]
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RASPBERRYPAW (SWIRL)
[ open for interaction - she’s tired though lol. can’t remember if she’s still demoted but i’m also tired and don’t want to math ]
The grey molly slunk out of her den at the call, tall dragging through the dust. She sat near the back, slumped. Stars, she was exhausted. If the nightmares didn’t stop soon she didn’t know what she was going to do. With a sigh, the she-cat lifted her head to look at the leader, trying to put a brighter expression on her face.
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FOXFURY
[ open for anyone who wants to be flirted with or annoyed maniacally!! ]
The former outsider slunk through the clearing, orange eyes scanning the gathering with curiosity. She’d never seen this many cats together. The Dusk Syndicate had been smaller, and the WindClan cats didn’t count. They’d simply breezed through, much too quickly for a good fight.
Ast- Foxfury positioned herself front and center of the group, staring up at the leader eagerly. It still dazzled her how impressive Dawnstar was. Beaming excitedly, the petite, muscled she-cat perked up ragged ears. Her first clan meeting! Dawnstar had promised a formal introduction to the clan during this meeting, and a temporary mentor assignment. Foxfury hoped they would be fun. Badass, but fun. Someone she could get along with and impress and learn from. And then she could get out there and kick some butt.
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Shadekit Pure black pelt; dark gray mackerel stripes; Amber eyes
She/her || 5 moons || ShadowClan
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Shadekit looked up, her gaze drawn by the leader's call. She blinked. Dawnstar seemed to be... Pregnant. Very pregnant. She stored the information away in her brain, and glanced around the clearing as cats began to gather. She saw cats she didn't know yet... and she saw Wildkit, and Mosquitokit. She briefly wondered whether she should join one of them, but she dismissed the idea. She was content sitting where she was. She dragged her gaze back towards her leader. I wonder what's the meeting about? she thought. And why Dawnstar looks so aggravated, she noticed. I'll find out soon enough. She curled her tail neatly against her paws and waited with her ears pricked.
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Lostspark slunk over. So basically, she showed up, but Kat currently cannot make this post elaborate other than mentioning the fact that her gaze was instantly drawn to her mother's obviously frustrated countenance.
Wispypaw I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere
But you can't catch me now + she/her + No purrks
Another day meant that there was yet another meeting for grandma to call everyone forward. Wispypaw couldn't tell what their grandmother looked like or her current ailments but they could tell she sounded mad just by what she was hearing. The paw wondered what could have gotten her so angry for today, a stupid clanmate? Did someone get another clan mad? Or did the loudmouth finally snap a nerve that she had left standing? Wispy was a bit unsure of the last bit; they hadn't heard their voice in some time nor felt their presence nearby. For all they knew the loudmouth could've found a way to invade dreams and be a nuisance there, dear god help them if that were to happen. Wispypaw would purposely stay awake if it meant not to get bothered by her. The giant dark fluff ball chose a spot randomly like always since they didn't bother trying to 'look' for one. So sitting in random spots was the go-to method in her movements, sometimes they got lucky with what spot they were sitting at. Wispy could tell that several cats they either sat within the past or were comfortable with were already gathered but today she stayed in their spot. This meeting they would have to come to them if they sought to keep company this time around.
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