ShadowClan Grimpeak

[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 42 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat ear’s flickered at the mention of his name, his promotion. It had been discussed with Hawkbite but it still felt satisfying hearing his name roll from Dawnstar’s mouth. He nodded, giving an unusually soft smile to those who thanked him. Part of his smile made particularly fond with Pondpaw’s rebuttal and how their leader had shut it down. His thoughts were always his of course, he wouldn’t make them public or troublesome. But there was something about Pondpaw that rubbed him up the wrong way, despite Tuftedtusk’s care for her.

He’d succeed in his new role, he’d make damn sure of that. The father leaned down, nuzzling each of his young in turn. Delicately touching his nose to his mate’s cheek. They’d be an unstoppable force, so would their children. All in the name of greatness, Owlthroat soaked it in. The glory feeding an unfathomable ego, it was the pinnacle of success and it burned into the pit of his stomach deeply.

As the meeting dismissed he raised his haunches, turning to leave. Tail held high.

[ @Starphobia @anika @Luna16 @kittycatburmise @Splitmoon @Eidolon @GreenTheGreat @Aroogi ]

[Neptune.]

Cinderpaw
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92/100
11 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice
small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes

Birdecho's assertion that Cinderpaw would be next does much to raise her spirits, and before the new warrior departs, Cinderpaw offers a nod. She would be next. She would. And then her gaze catches on Silentpaw, her denmate, and his distress is immediately apparent. She isn't sure why, though. Maybe in response to Foggymask's execution? Why would that upset him, traitors deserve to be executed.

Still, maybe Foggymask had been important to him, an older brother or a father maybe.... Cinderpaw knew what it was like to lose a parent - hell, she was still quietly mourning her own mother. So dark tabby pads over on uneven paw steps until she can sit in front of Silentpaw, amber eyes sympathetic.

Despite having spoken a moment ago, she cannot force her voice to work at this moment, so she taps the ground and tries to get his attention with movement first, trying not to startle him.

[ @Star ]

[Star]

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Silentpaw
Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 9 Moons| + every 1st | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
[N/A/100]

Purrks:
Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active] • Agatha Kitty [Permanently Active] • Katty Krueger [INACTIVE]
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This cannot be true. It-
It's not true. It's not.

He didn't see Cinderpaw come towards him until the apprentice taps the ground infront of him, and the tabby tortoiseshell is then able to make out the environment around him. Most of the cats that attended the meeting were gone, and he probably looked pretty damn stupid. His gaze still cast downwards, he tried to catch his breath, muttering out one single word in the process.

"...What." He didn't look at the other apprentice, and instead stared at his paws, and the ground. His thoughts began spiralling again, and he felt his breath slowly pick back up. Foggymask owed him some explanations. Why would he do something so STUPID AND GET HIMSELF KILLED?
But he's not dead, he can't be. There was no way Foggymask was dead. Why leave him? Why leave them when he was the only cat they had? Why? Why be so stupid?

{ @Neptune. - Cinderpaw }
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