Fallenmoon sighed
Meadowwhisper watched
Mothcloud grunted as she sat
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"You did a great job today and I hope you smile a little by thinking about me at the end of the day" -Kim Hongjoong
A bit late but present, regardless. He listens to the first set of announcements closely and finds himself shaking his head with obvious disappointment. Was it so hard to listen to orders? If everyone behaved and did as they were told then maybe there wouldn't have to be restrictions in place. But just like in any clan there were idiots that decided that their own prerogative was more important than that of the entire clan. Those cats deserved to be punished. Exiled. Maybe not executed for stupidity but if it happened it happened. Regardless there were ceremonies to be had. Apprentice ceremonies were a bit boring but a new warrior... He eyes the fluffy apprentice curiously, wondering what her full name will be.
Midpaw's name was called. What did that mean again? Brows furrowed he stares over at her from his spot at her side before grinning and nudging at her with a shoulder.
"Sounds like someone's in trooouble~ Fufu, what did you do now? Sneak out? Looks like big, bad Dawnstar might be making an example of you with your very own execution ceremony~"
Of course he can assume that's not at all the case but he thought it was funny nonetheless. Maybe freak her out a little bit before having to go stand up there in front of the clan. Maybe she'd tremble on those little legs of hers and make a fool of herself. How funny!
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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The High Priestess ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
❦ Petite white tipped paws carried the freckled oriental feline through the lichen shrouding of his den which hung in a delicate verdant fringe curtain twinged in delicate silvers and rusty orange tones, the healer was a little late… just a tad… as he strode to take up a perch in the knotted and moss carpeted roots that jutted in a framing circled adornment of the towering, ancient cedar tree that made up the majority of his den which resided in a burrow just beneath as sunlight danced within its interior through the netting of roots that comprised parts of the celling that had long since shed their earthen covers to reveal the natural and archaic support structures in all their sturdy glory. Lanky form arched into a mountainous peak as the tom allowed himself a luxurious stretch, thorn like claws dipped to wrench in the hardly packed earth as his diligent paws pressed in resistance against it. Finished with his minute and absentminded task the medicine cat rose to his short yet high held stature before stooping to curl up in the space between two of the thick lichen and moss covered roots, petite paws crossed politely over one another and hung over the ledge as Mossfreckle’s lanky tail twitched in concentration as authoritative tones settled on the sensitive hairs within the canals of his large, angular ears - no longer where they harsh to him, simply the orders and felicitations of a feline whom he no longer feared… whom he had a silent almost mystical respect with… the colossal dark tabby was his leader and the lanky spotted tabby was her healer, they understood the clan always came first and gave their flesh and bone, claws and fangs… their lives… for the betterment of the clan. Mossy hues settled on the imposing jutting of ancient wood - a tree long gone and hardened by the harsh environment, nurtured by the lush, untouched environment… untouched as the old camp had once been… focus shifted in full to the scene of the meeting as the tom shook his star marked head and shoved the disturbing reelings of his starry mind down to the abysmal void of his core, the dark starless voids held in the metaphorical cage, an oasis of wisping, whispering voices and a land perpetually watered in the crimsons tendrils of his own figuratively tattered and bleeding heart. It was one of those days, one of the days in which he lived almost solely within the starry realms of his mind even venturing as far as to stride in a silent penance to the howling and lamenting voids in an attempt to make the present the aforementioned later… but later never came… the long unsolved wars that waged between his mind were rolled like marbles between one’s fingertips - between his heart and his mind - but never was a treaty signed, the commended simply moved the war further from the capital and let the wars wage on until one side finally crumbled… or one side broke trying… A soft smile rose to the corners of the star hewn medicine cats maw as Dawnstar called forth Midnightpaw to receive her full name and status as a warrior, he liked the respectful and heard working dark pelted molly although the purity in his expression would seem like a sick inhumanity with his current mental state but as he stood a whispers length from the edge of the cliff in his mind that separated starlit forested from darkly glistening stones and whispering plains - the separation form reality and oblivion - but he couldn’t help but smile nonetheless, the clan was well so he was well… he didn’t matter much anyway… many over the one and he was nothing but stars and flesh and bone and dust when the world slipped away from them all rank no longer mater, death was the great equaliser when the world came to an end.
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it is not a fate cast in the stars, it is a calling written in blood and etched in bone
Foggymask sat with his tail curled around his paws, mouth twisting into a scowl. Why couldn't ShadowClan just... not kill each other? It was a simple concept! Don't. Kill. Your. Clanmates.
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->> rookfire <<-
[ shadowclan enforcer | 17moons | purrks ]
a large scarred dark grey cat with minimal white markings and grey eyes
stars dawnstar really appeared to be quite pent up, though he wasnt sure if this could simply be about the murderer, the odd influx of cats acting out or something different entirely. silver eyes watched wood chip and crumble down the grimpeak, he thought it was cool to think about that her marks would remain even if she was already gone, but toned out most of the announcement, new apprentices, oh well, one new warrior would be a nice addition but not worth his time in this very moment. not when he could rather forcus on the change in restrictions. finding out a clanmember had tried to kill an apprentice directly followed by dawnstar granting permission to go out in pairs was..questionable but perhaps this was dawnstars part in their plan to catch the murderer, make it easier for them to get out of camp "undetected" alongside a victim and leave them in blissful ignorance of the enforcers and high ranks watchful eye. So any cat caught outside of camp alone will be exiled or executed rookfire shifted in place, mind wandering to the possible future of him finally catching someone out of camp and watching dawnstar tear them apart. it was thrilling to hold that power over another and he almost wished that if he ever caught someone, theyd fight him for it. for honour and the sweet taste of blood. sharp silver eyes briefly snapped to where he had recognised a familiar light brown and off white figure moving, mossfreckle, before returning attention to the announcement of rewarding good behaviour. the thought of possible new enforcers was..not his favourite bit of this meeting, he had just gotten around to accepting the cats sharing his rank. but whatever was best for the clan..was best for him.
Midnightpaw listened as Dawnstar spoke, her tail curled neatly over her paws. Her attention never wavered, not one bit, not until Dawnstar had called on her to sit behind the kits who were soon to be apprenticed.
My warrior ceremony!
Her ear twitched, and she couldn't help but smile before she put on her mask of serious business once again.
“Don't be ridiculous,” She muttered in response to Batpaw's usual foolish antics. As she lifted herself up and onto her paws to relocate herself to where Dawnstar had advised, she cast a glance to her companion. Green eyes lingered for a moment, fondness lighting up her gaze.
A sudden memory leapt at her, causing her to simply stand and stare at him in silence. A small voice in the back of her mind, her own voice. Teeny tiny, only six moons old, and infuriated by a certain brute of an apprentice..
“Wouldn’t it be funny if I became an apprentice after you and became a warrior before you?”
An uncharacteristically confident grin slowly stretched across her muzzle. “You'd better hurry up and join me in the warrior's den soon.” And with that, she slipped to the front of the crowd to sit behind the single kit that had gathered so far.
MINTKIT
// ShC // She/Her // 6 Moons // Kit //
// long-hair Thai with mint green eyes //
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Wait what? YES YES YES YES YES IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME—OH SHOOT I SHOULD’NT SAY THAT— Mintkit’s mind exploded, and she jumped to her paws in excitement. Weird looks. Heheheh ignore meeeeee… Mint glanced around self-consciously, then padded forward. The crowd parted like a puddle around her; that space still staying around her…that little bubble of EVERYONE HATES ME WHOOHOOOO— She sat down next to the other kits and that one apprentice…Midnightpaw. Midnightflare? Midnightswirl? Midnightshadow? No that sounds stupid… Midnightwish? Midnightwish! I like that.
Pretty much everything else Dawnstar had said had gone whooooosh away. I mean… who even remembers that stuff hahahahahaha well anyways some of it stayed in her little empty brain. Like the death stuff. Death really intrigued Mintkit. Like. How did it feel? How did you get to StarClan? Poor Flashpaw. Poor, poor Flashpaw. “I wanna be involved in a crazy murder plot when I’m older…” Mintkit murmured, barely audible.
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MINTKIT
// ShC // She/Her // 6 Moons // Kit //
// long-hair Thai with mint green eyes //
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Wait what? YES YES YES YES YES IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME—OH SHOOT I SHOULD’NT SAY THAT— Mintkit’s mind exploded, and she jumped to her paws in excitement. Weird looks. Heheheh ignore meeeeee… Mint glanced around self-consciously, then padded forward. The crowd parted like a puddle around her; that space still staying around her…that little bubble of EVERYONE HATES ME WHOOHOOOO— She sat down next to the other kits and that one apprentice…Midnightpaw. Midnightflare? Midnightswirl? Midnightshadow? No that sounds stupid… Midnightwish? Midnightwish! I like that.
Pretty much everything else Dawnstar had said had gone whooooosh away. I mean… who even remembers that stuff hahahahahaha well anyways some of it stayed in her little empty brain. Like the death stuff. Death really intrigued Mintkit. Like. How did it feel? How did you get to StarClan? Poor Flashpaw. Poor, poor Flashpaw. “I wanna be involved in a crazy murder plot when I’m older…” Mintkit murmured, barely audible.
Wispypaw I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere
But you can't catch me now + she/her + No purrks
Wispypaw might not be able to bear witness to someone approaching them with their eyes, but they could feel it. Feeling someone else's presence nearby was like another sense for them, it was their way to expect the unexpected. That and they were grown pretty tired of being caught off guard by everyone coming up on them with no sound. It was also a necessary skill if the paw wanted to avoid getting screamed at by loudmouth. God they did not want to deal with their nonstop talking and their general form of being loud at this meeting. If Wispypaw had to deal with hearing their voice over grandma's voice, they were sure they would go and choke them out for everyone's safety. A slow blink was all they got in return to hearing their father take a spot next to them, this was a first. Every meeting that they have attended was either them sitting alone, or with either cinder or mosshead. Not once did they get approached by either of their parents nor did they go searching for them. Which was kinda hard to do since both were with some other sibling or another cat and the last Wispypaw checked they weren't keen on interrupting conversations. "Mmm, whatever could it be? Did someone do something stupid again?"
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The dark-furred tom let out a small chuckle at Wispypaw’s guess. ”That is certainly a good possibility.” Dawnstar’s irritation was generally because someone had messed something up one way or another, but after being around the Queen of Mean for so often, he also knew that she sometimes just got into those kind of moods every once in a while.
This time, however, it seemed as thought there was a valid reasoning behind it. There had been an attempted murder – on an apprentice no less by one of their own. Unfortunately this messup had led to their still being a restriction on leaving camp, but it was slightly more lenient now. Well, that’s something to be thankful for. Now, he simply needed to find one victim to drag out of the camp with him.
”It seems you were right. Someone did something stupid again,” He murmured to his daughter. Speaking of daughters, head turning slightly, he noticed Sleepysunrise sitting all by herself! Well, that wouldn’t do! With a paw, he signalled for her to come join them. It wasn’t often that he spent time with family, so why not make the most of this opportunity.
TickPaw flicked an ear and listened to the meeting as carefully as he could. His gaze kept flickering from the leader to StoatLeap. Restrictions- oh dear not more restrictions.. TickPaw tensed and rolled his shoulders. It was bad enough that he could barely slink out of camp like he used to. TickPaw felt all that worry melt when instead it was just cut to being allowed to go out in pairs. He’d assumed another murder would result in tighter restrictions and what-nots. TickPaw shuffled his paws over one another. His mind still lingered on the idea- the idea of taking another’s life- that had plagued him just a moment before. He couldn’t shake the idea and it seemed like his stomach was gnawing at him. Hungry. Maybe he was just hungry? He was sitting through a meeting about all these secret murderer nobodies and yet he was still lurking on the concept. Disgusting. Maybe mother had a right to be ashamed of him, he let his head slump down and scuffed the dirt. Why couldn’t he just focus on the meeting? It was as simple as looking up and being silent. And then cheering when necessary. He flickered his gaze to Mother. She had her focus fixed on the leader, a decent posture and her head held high through each section of the words. TickPaw tried to copy how she was sitting and puffed out his chest.
•Stoat Leap•
• She/Her • Warrior • No Purrks
StoatLeap had her entire attention on the meeting. She was trying to ignore the blubbering furball next to her who seemed to be nodding at something- or whatever he was doing with his head. If it was a nod it was certainly very.. weird. It would only take a second to whack her kit over the head and hiss at them, then watch the thing refocus on the meeting. Her tail lashed as she put a lid on her annoyance. She’d gladly take this new pair restriction and use it well.
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