ShadowClan Warriors' Den

[Red Dawn]

Blackhawk yawned, tired, and tried to sleep.

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[Rose]

Butterflybrook
She/Her

Lounging in her nest, Butterflybrook picked dispassionately at the dry moss in her nest. It was past time she head out to find new moss. This old one had been worn thin, and Butterflybrook could practically feel the floor through it. At lengths, it reminded her of herself. So full of life and energy at first, supporting the weight of whoever leaned and used it. And then, worn and chipped away at, left to deflate and simply become another piece of used moss. Another cast-aside, deemed useless cat in a Clan filled to the brim with them.

Eh, at this point she wasn't even making sense anymore. Thus was Butterflybrook's life; so jumbled and confusing that nothing made sense. She donned a mask and played a part so often she didn't know herself anymore. It wasn't idealistic in the least, giving yourself so fully to a different persona that one forgets who they themselves are. With a sigh and a grunt, the pretty molly rolled over in her flattened nest to stare at the den wall, bored out of her mind. If only ShadowClan didn't have a buddy rule, then she'd be out in the wild where she belonged, just another pretty thing alongside all those flowering beauties in nature. After all, she was more than a bit self-absorbed, in a way, wanting to spend time alone. To spend time off from all this for herself.

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[xavier.]

• × | Daypaw | × •
he/him

How long has it been since his mom had her kits? A bit right? Though that didn't exactly stop Daypaw from wondering who that one she-cat was. The one that looked like Sunflowerkit. Why had she been there? Didn't she say something about Dappledleaf being her sister? Despite Daypaw being the adopted son of the Shadowclans forever queen he knew very very little about her family outside of him and his siblings blood and adopted.

Today was the Day Daypaw would actually make an effort into learning more about his family? It was his family top right??? Daypaw had already looked everywhere for the cat out in the clearing and couldn't find her, so that just meant she was either in the warrior's den or out in the territory. Since Daypaw couldn't really leave by himself he made his way to the den.

Daypaw squinted his yellow eyes as he scanned the den before they landed on the familiar pelt of the chimera she-cat. It was no or never Daypaw.

"Hey. Psst."

Daypaw whispered trying to grab the Molly's attention.

| @Rose - Butterflybrook |

[Toya Todoroki]

Fleapelt Scratched insanely
Vixenivy rolled her eyes

[perseus.]

Iciclestrike and Foxcall slept.

(Activity till I get my laptop from my packed boxes)

[Toya Todoroki]

*What is this feeling? It flutters around in my Chest… as if I have swallowed a nest of butterflies. Is this what they call love? The thing that is rumored to bring both joy and pain. I’ve heard my Mother Speak of It before… She always told me to be careful when it came to love… for love and grief grow in the same garden, sprouting hand in hand. For one had to know that love truly wasn’t forever…* Jayflower mused *but I suppose this feeling is not quite Love, But a yearning to be loved… my family is gone… my past is forgotten… who am i but an empty shell of my former self?*

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[Rose]

Butterflybrook
She/Her

Apparently, Butterflybrook wasn't even allowed to be bored in peace. Not that she was complaining. She usually found herself constantly yearning for company, anyway. Heterochromatic hues flicked in the direction of a voice - more like, a sound, that sounded too pointedly directed at her. Turning her head to look at Daypaw, Butterflybrook smiled, evidently amused. Ah, if it wasn't one of her dear older sisters' many adopted kids.

"Hello." The molly said carefully, bushy tail swishing against the ground. She was in a very non-functional position (laying on her back and looking at Daypaw upside down), but it didn't bother her. "Can I help you?"

[ @xavier. - Daypaw ]

[Toya Todoroki]

Time… What a fickle thing, mused Vixenivy. It could be a friend or an enemy. But time, it seemed, as if it liked to go slow around her. Her friends had moved on from the free spirited youngsters… even her annoying brother was growing much more mature these days. Well, what could she say? It was life, no doubt about it. With an irritated snort she lashed out a back leg and smacked her slumbering, drooling idiot of a brother in the face. She smirked as he awoke in confusion. “Try keeping your drool to yourself from now on k?” she snorted, grooming out her wet patch of fur. What a dumb dummy. How was it that she ended up stuck with him in the first place?

She snorted at the, still drooling, half awake tom-cat in the nest beside her, before turning her attention to her short friend Jayflower who tsked her “you shouldn’t be so mean, Vix, he’s your brother after all” “ya, well he’s basically an idiot that follows me to the moon and back!” “maybe so, but please refrain from kicking him in the head again” “feh… fine, but i can’t make any promises” She snorted “he gets on my nerves 24/7 a day”

Jayflower sighed softly, her friend really was one of a kind indeed. She leaned over to Fleapelt to groom out the sleepy looking tom's fur, purring softly. She paused to smile softly as the larger tom-cat leaned into her and fell back asleep. She chuckled softly and continued to groom out her dear friend's fur. She closed her eyes to think for a moment. Oh, how many wonderful memories she had of these two growing up… they had always been such dear friends… She laughed softly as she recalled the time, some moons ago, when she’d had to rescue a terrified Fleapelt, then Fleapaw, from his arch enemy the old crow. She still remembered how that dear little bird made such a ruckus. Her apprentice was indeed quite an odd fellow indeed.

[Estelle]

Applechatter sat in their nest, silently grooming their fur. Things had been quiet thee days, and the feline strangely sullen due to it. Nothing to serve as a day's distraction, nothing the keep their mind off it. It was strange just how much they needed to keep themselves busy these days. Stopping, Applechatter sigh, a distant look overcoming their features. Perhaps they ought to do something; something that could cheer them up. Looking around, they sought for something they could do. Hm, how was the weather? Rather dull from the looks of it.


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[Radetzky]

Originally Posted by Estelle

Applechatter sat in their nest, silently grooming their fur. Things had been quiet thee days, and the feline strangely sullen due to it. Nothing to serve as a day's distraction, nothing the keep their mind off it. It was strange just how much they needed to keep themselves busy these days. Stopping, Applechatter sigh, a distant look overcoming their features. Perhaps they ought to do something; something that could cheer them up. Looking around, they sought for something they could do. Hm, how was the weather? Rather dull from the looks of it.


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Spiderheart

The long-haired molly rose from her nest, stretched her back and showed off her teeth in a big yawn. Bits of moss sat stuck in her smoke black pelt and she gave it a quick shake, managing to get most of the moss out. She looked around the warrior's den, her paws were itching to get out and do something. Spiderheart noticed another cat, looking rather gloomy and bored. The black molly didn't hesitate to trot over to the other warrior and greet them. "Heyy, Applechatter right?" She meowed once recognizing them. "You look pretty bored, wanna come with me and do something? I can't stand being in here any longer" She offered. The weather wasn't the nicest, but it was better than staying in the den. If she was lucky, maybe she could even find some prey out there. After all, hunting with company is always fun.