ShadowClan Grimpeak

[Crown_Sage]

WORMBELLY! Goldenwhisker yowled, her eyes shining with pride. It had did it! He really had become a warrior!
@seeingstars

[Rani]

Bleedingpaw
Shadowclan Apprentice | He/Him | 8 Moons

Just a Scratch | Shadow Fiend | Hulk SMASH!

Today was a very good day for shadowclan it seems and from where he was huddled in the apprentices den entrance the tom cheered "Grottopaw, Weepingpaw, Houndpaw, Talonpaw, Yarrowpaw, Mimicpaw, Emberpaw, Venompaw, Scorpionpaw, Pantherpaw, Spiritpaw, Hazelcry, Coyoteblossom, Wormbelly!"

And if he was a little more enthusiastic about cheering for the kittens he'd been growing to know? Well he couldnt be blamed.



Next was an interesting announcement and Bleedingpaw frowned at the more he learned. It was.... A lot and mostly the bengal was wondering why Dawnstar cared that starclan decided to bring this guy back as as far as the tom knew she didnt really care about their opinions. Even the darkforest wasnt respected so much as it interested the leader. Regardless, some dead cats favor did not erase the toms opinion, so he called out.
"Shadowclan doesnt need thunderclan leftovers! The squirrel has already proven he's not worth the trouble! He's disloyal and willing to join another clan, he makes poor decisions, he's too much a coward to face his mistakes head on with thunderclan (who he still seemed to owe debts to for his errors), and that he'd already died casts doubt on his strength.


Even if he's somehow an asset to the clan in the dead of leafbare despite all that, if it prompts a war with Bumblestar because she's temperamental Miss Dawnstar then it makes him far more trouble then any one cat could be worth."


If this Foxstep was just a clan hopper it'd be one thing, but from just what the apprentice had heard the list of issues was far longer. And as he'd said, if Bumblestar got mad (highly possible, she seemed unstable, prideful, and vengeful) any border squabbles this prompted was far more trouble then any one cat could ever be worth.


Shadowclan needed none of thunderclans cast offs.


[open for dialog!]

[giscoolest]

Quietsparrow
white with sparrow-like markings | ftm tom | yellow eyes

[ Quietsparrows eyes shone, pride resting in his yellow gaze. He and Wormbelly weren't that close, but stars was he proud of the little critter. ]

| @seeingstars | {``Wormbelly! Wormbelly!``}

[ Quiet went.. well quiet, hearing his leaders next announcement. He shivered and his tail lashed before he spoke up in a gentle tone. ]

{``I always think that others deserve a second chance, but this tom doesn't seem like he would better Shadowclan. He might just be here because it's the only place that could maybe take him in. Besides, he endangered apprentices. Apprentices are the future and heart of the clan. I don't think I could get behind him staying here..``}

[ If Foxstep did stay in shadowclan, the tom would offer kindness and friendship, but he couldn't say so for his other clan-mates. Dirty looks would be the least of this new cats worries. ]

[nyme]

TIMID TWITCH IN YOUR WIDE EYES

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✧ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

MOSQUITOPAW . 10 MOONS . HE/HIM . SHADOWCLAN

It looks like Fishpaw and Cloverpaw would rather not. That's fine by him; the offer had only been for their sakes and if they're happy, he's happy. Luckily for him, Muddypaw is perfectly willing to share heat, which is delightful. Mosquitopaw cracks a grin that's just slightly awkward—same as all things him.

"Uhm th—, yes, thank you. You're very hairy. That is, I mean yo—, uh, you have a lot of. A lot of fur? What is uhm. Wh-What is that like?" Mosquitopaw, himself, has a terrible short coat. Even thickened by leafbare, it's almost the perfect opposite of Muddypaw's coat. He's immensely grateful for her enthusiastic help in staying warm and, thus, has to ask his little questions. He is already building his list, as he does: Muddypaw...

-Longhaired
-Brown-furred
-Not quite patterned, but for the way she is shaded...that has a name, it's....
(oh!)
-She has dark points (yes!)
-Two ears
-One tail (complete)
-Four legs
-Her...eyes, are...

He can't see them very well from her side, and he thinks it would be rude to stare, so the list is ended there. It's a nice list. They all are, really.

Oh. Meeting, yes. Okay.

It's a lot of kits being called up. Mosquitopaw's glad of it; more bodies in the apprentices' den means a warmer den. He quietly wishes them all well and cheers their names as encouragingly as he can (and with as few pauses and stumbles). And then it's on to what he had frankly been looking forward to far more than the apprentices (sincerest apologies, apprentices.)

One, two, three, four...he's never going to count all of Wormpaw's speckles, but that fact doesn't frustrate him. It's something of a game at this point, to see how high up he can get before it shifts and he loses track of which spots are accounted for and which are not. He'd be far too embarrassed to admit his high score to anyone, but the game is one he looks forward to whenever it can be played. Fivesixseveneightnine—he's...hm. Is he going to have as many opportunities to count, once Wormpaw is out of the apprentices' den? The thought bothers Mosquitopaw. He loses track of his count early on. Shoot, no...

This is not a sad occasion. He doesn't know why he needs to remind himself of that.

One, two, Wormbelly. And that's that. Good job!

"Hazycry! Coyoteblossom! WORMBELLY!" Good job everyone, but there's no mistaking who he's playing favorites for. Mosquitopaw rocks onto his feet, almost leaving Muddypaw's blessed warmth behind to go and run all of those wonderful spots down and give Wormbelly a proper congratulations, but—ah, Dawnstar isn't done. Mosquitopw clears his throat and sits back down. This seems very important.

..........Hm.

Foxstep had been kicked out of a clan for making a decision that endangered apprentices. Mosquitopaw's copper eyes dart through the crowd, to Muddypaw beside him, to the several new, young apprentices who had just been named.

-Hurt apprentices
-Died
-Starclan brought him back

He...couldn't be evil, right? Or worthless. Starclan wouldn't bring back a cat who was evil or worthless. How do we know that they did though? Should he ask? Dawnstar was telling them that this was the case, so maybe he shouldn't...no, Dawnstar is telling you that Foxstep told her. His mouth feels dry. He is going to talk anyhow. He's been invited to, hasn't he? They all have. That others are all already voicing opinions he agrees with makes it much easier to speak up.

"He...Ald—F—uh." Just give him a moment. He can and he will do this. "The cat. Foxstep. How...d-do we know he? That St—that Starclan brought him ba-back? Do...do we know? Or did. He just, say?" Okay. That was his question. It may be treated as rhetorical. He catches his breath; it's tough work to project loud enough to be heard and to try and talk without fumbling the sounds up. "I don't...I-I don't want him. Uhm. S-Sorry to—uhm, to him, and all, but. Ev—ven if it's true, an-an-and Stee—" Nope, deep breath. Try it again. That's two words trying to come out at the same time, that is not how talking works. Mosquitopaw clears his throat and continues, "if-it's-true-and-Star—clan s-sent him for anoth—another chance, uh. I. Don't think, that it n-needs to be here. We don't o-owe him a chance to, uh, redeem him—himself. He should go ho—home and tell. Uh, tell them he's. He's learned from..from h-his mistake."

And anyway. Mosquitopaw thinks a cat who needs to learn from making decisions that get others killed is a pretty dangerous cat to let in.

@GreenTheGreat ; MUDDYPAW

[c1nder]

☆｡. o Hazycry
❧ Shadowclan Warrior | She/Her
❧ Purrks - Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader, Kitty Softpaws T2
"I choose wrong every time. And because of it, I've lost everyone."

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duskpaw kept quiet as dawnstar did her speech. she didnt need this attention, deserve the attention, a hundred expectant gazes on her. she closed her blind eyes when she felt the touch of the leader. dusk- no. hazycry dipped her head.

cheers erupted across the clearing, not a single one knowing of what prompted the change in her name. she stepped back, cheering each of the new ranks as well, minus herself, of course.

then, her great-grandmother spoke of a cat wanting to join. a liability. a danger. "and how do we know he isn't being sent by bumblestar to spy on us? seems like a perfect cat to do so."

[_Nacht_Mango-_-]

Mothcloud sat in the clearing with Meadowwhisper and Fallenmoon. The senior queen and warrior stretched. This apprentice was already somewhat trained... hopefully. So maybe it wouldn't rack her old bones that much

[Beaan]

cloverpaw
cw; grief

okay, so some kits became apprentices and apprentices became warriors. the tabby didn't cheer their names out like the rest of the clan, mainly because there was no need. she never spoke unless needed. but the next topic dawnstar spoke of was... peculiar. cloverpaw listened to some of her clanmates points before slinking to the front of the crowd, half-blind gaze fixed on the leader. the only real reason she came to the front was because of how tiny she was compared to the large cats that made up shadowclan. "d-dawnstar, i-if i may," they started, taking a deep breath. this will be the most he will have spoken in a while, so he better make the most of it.

"no.

a-as the...others. pointed, out. foxstep is...dangerous, to. say the least. -while, we don't have...fox p-problems, we have. in the...past. what if..he does the, same t-to ours? w-what then? a-and how. d-do you...know he isn't, lying. the story, about uh. coming b-back. i-it could...be fake. he uh, is t-too much o-of a risk. another mouth...in leafbare... of a, warrior. who e-endangered, apprentices. w-we can...survive w-without this r-reckless. cat. a-and even if he...has i-information, how do we uh. know he's not a-a l-lying f-fraud?"

there.

he did it.

cloverpaw was out of breath at that point, and it hurt to speak that much after a long while of short one word bursts. but the scarred tom didn't like to show weakness. so, he kept his straight face and posture. what would the others say, and what would dawnstar's judgement be?

[ cloverpaw's thoughts and opinions are not my own ]

[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 48 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Hawkbite - @SuspiciousMindz ] [Houndpaw - @wolfie ] [Dawnstar - @/Undertaker ]
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Mistlewhisker glanced at Hawkbite as the tom flopped on her side, earning an eye roll. She let him stay, even bringing her tail to rest against his back, but remained sitting straight. Her eye caught Dawnstar's, and she gave her mate a wink. Or, maybe it was a wink? It was accompanied by a flick of her right ear, and that was what she usually did when winking, so yeah. It was a wink. She knew she hadn't told Dawnstar about her involvement with Hawkbite, but since the Leader was also polyamorous and it wasn't like they were hiding, Mistlewhisker hadn't thought it mattered. If Dawnstar had a problem, she could approach Mistlewhisker herself. Which reminded her: she needed to pay a visit to the Shadow Queen, perhaps with some prey to share. It had been too long.

The ceremony carried on, and Mistlewhisker was pleased to hear her name called to mentor one of Dawnstar's kittens. Rumbling with a low purr, Mistlewhisker's eye found Houndpaw. A precocious youngster, with a voice that could shatter eardrums. Mistlewhisker would wait for him to approach her, but until then she cheered his name with the rest of his siblings and the apprentices, followed by the new warriors. "Hazelcry! Coyoteblossom! Wormbelly!"

But then Dawnstar did something rare. She asked for the clan's opinion on an outsider joining. As she explained further, Mistlewhisker could understand why Dawnstar wanted to get the clan's opinion. The Deputy thought about the situation and the facts provided by the Leader. Foxstep--Alderstep--, former ThunderClan Deputy, disgraced for lack of care with a battle. Mistlewhisker listened to the cats around her speak, all overwhelmingly against the tom joining them. Mistlewhisker waited for a break in the noise to raise her own voice. "If Foxstep joining our clan will cause tensions between us and ThunderClan, I would advise against it." The last thing they needed was war with ThunderClan. Unless Dawnstar was craving war, but were they going to go to war over a single tom? "However, perhaps his skills could be useful, if he has not lost them during his time as a loner. If StarClan brought him back even after being separated from the clans for so long, there might have been a reason." Mistlewhisker was... hesitant to allow something just because StarClan had a paw in it, after the whole omen that demoted Rookfire. But she was not stupid enough to ignore the blatant facts that pointed to StarClan's existence and interference in the lives of the clans. And besides, worse case, they kill Foxstep. Wasn't that hard. With that, Mistlewhisker fell silent again and listened to the rest of her clanmates' chatter.

[Songtail]

Minnowleap nodded. If Starclan thought this cat deserved another life, then they should take him.
“Mistlewhisker, you are right in every way.”she said looking at the Tom. “Besides, he might have been close to bumblestar, if it comes to it, we could use him as leverage.
@Mica minnow respects him so much lol

[dino.]

Grottopaw huddled hear his siblings as Mother continued on. There were a couple of warrior ceremonies, and he cranked his neck to watch the three of them. That would be him one day. He'd get there first.

His brows pinched together as Mother ended things with a final question. Foxstep...? Sounded like Foxheart, if his description was anything to go by. "He's not ShadowClan," he grumbled. "I don't want him. Keep him out." If you weren't ShadowClan, why coke here? Sounded like he was scrambling.