Nightshard padded over to Darkpaw. "Don't scold the kits. No matter how annoying they are. Especially kits like Ravenkit." Her eyes twinkled gently. Nightshard walked away, hoping that she hadn't been like Ravenkit when she was younger.
It truly was a shame, they probably said. A cat old enough for warriorhood, with her father's healthy and powerful lineage and her mother's pretty face and enforcer legacy. Such a shame that she was so disappointing. Still an apprentice, while her prodigal brother Dogskull was probably making waves already within clan politics. But Seedpaw loved pissing people off and rebelling against the norm, so she wouldn't have it any other way. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She would rather be a warrior now, if only so everyone would stop bossing her around. Only being allowed to be bossed around by high ranks and enforcers at least narrowed the pool of potential bossy cats. Still, Seedpaw didn't like the idea of growing up, and wanted to enjoy the excuse of "I'm just an appwentice, I don't know any bettew uwu" for as long as it was an option.
Right now, she was dabbing moss rolled in some Ash onto someone's nest. She'd found a lone tree that got struck by lightning during a recent thunderstorm. The rain seemed to have prevented a forest fire, but there was a lot of asg around, and while Seedpaw found the smell of burning lovely, the ash definitely made you sneeze. If she got caught, she could claim she was trying to clean the nests with moss. Everyone in the clan thought she was stupid anyway. How could she not be? Always joking around, not taking things seriously and mentioning so many flaws. In reality, Seedpaw was just painfully self-aware of her shortcomings, bored to death and, in fact, very smart. So much so that she figured out how to use the clan's opinion of her to her advantage.
And so she had predicted the possibility of someone entering the den as well. They didn't seem to be heading for this nest specifically so it wasn't theirs, right? Hmmm..the work was tedious and maybe she could use an Accomplice. Though she waited to see if they'd bring it up first.
Thornpaw 6 moons. A young lanky black-ticked tom with green eyes. Posts: 15/100Apprentice Training: 0/5
Almost a moon since he had been named an apprentice and his mentor still hadn't even been so much as seen around camp. They probably up and ran away when they heard that they got him as an apprentice. Psh. Stupid warrior probably couldn't have handled him anyways, but that didn't mean he wasn't frustrated to just be trotting around camp doing nothing. He wanted to learn, he wanted to fight, he wanted to do the things that would make him a warrior because it meant he really could look down on others and not get in trouble. For now though, he was stuck hanging around until he got his new mentor assigned. That did leave room for ruffling more pelts, especially his fellow apprentices. He forgot the majority of their names, except for Batpaw. He was cool.
So when he saw Seedpaw hunched over doing something suspicious, a devilish smirk crawled its way onto his muzzle. She was completely engrossed in what she was doing, surely she'd never hear him coming! Of course, Thornpaw hadn't so much as recieved a lick of training so he was about as stealthy as a young apprentice could be. Which was not very. Regardless, proceeding forward, he would go to suddenly jump on her back with a loud yowl meant to surprise and possibly frighten her, interrupting whatever she was doing.
"Watch out, you've got bugs in your pelt, bugs in your pelt!" His claws would knead into her back if he was able to land his surprise jump.
Iriswinter sighed as he stared blankly into the apprentices den. Oh, how he missed being an apprentice. He didn't have a care in the world. Well, besides hunting at least. Don't get him wrong, he loved his life as a warrior. He really did. But things weren't the same. He was still adjusting. He was only an apprentice four days ago, and he missed it already. Why did he have to be so pathetic? "Oh Starclan, what am I to do?" he whispered.
Lynxshade
Shadowclan
27 moons old | she/her
Shadow Fiend | Primal Instincts | Beefed Up (T1)
Lynxshade's first day as a mentor felt... stranger than she'd thought it would be.
She had spent many days pondering about how training should be done, what should be started first, and how an apprentice should be treated. Of course, she had observed other warriors do that and she had an idea about the topic. The Enforcers were notoriously the best teachers in Shadowclan, and Lynxshade had taken note of that. Thornpaw needed someone to trust, to put his faith in. And Lynxshade had to be that cat.
The gray and black she-cat used her head to move over the ferns that blocked the apprentices' den, then gave a look around to locate Thornpaw's nest. After that, she stepped back outside and gave a low yowl to call him out. She didn't care whether or not he was sleeping: it was dawn, which meant the beginning of his official training. "Thornpaw, out here. We're going." She called him calmly, sitting down and staring in front of her silently at the few cats already occupied with tasks.
She expected him to be out there ready in a few moments. After all, it was he who had complained so much about the lack of interest of his mentor and the desire to take up his training all over from the beginning. If he didn't show up soon enough, she'd be much disappointed and suppose that the young tom didn't really care that much about it.
Lynxshade was waiting for the ferns to part and reveal the brown-colored apprentice.
Thornpaw 6 moons. A young lanky black-ticked tom with green eyes. Posts: 17/100Apprentice Training: 0/5
Being that he had gone an entire moon without being put on a patrol, or taken out by a mentor, the young tom had gotten used to sleeping in as late as he wanted. There was no reason for him to wake up at the crack of dawn if he wasn't going to do anything but mill around camp waiting for something interesting to happen, or terrorize the other apprentices. So when Lynxshade came peeking into the den of the younger cats, his curled up form could be spotted near the back, still fast asleep, chest rising and falling with that rhythm of someone who was dreaming.
As soon as his name was yowled though, he started with a small chirp of fear, practically jumping right out of his skin. Hissing out in frustration, he stepped out of his nest, shook his pelt out to free himself of any scraps, before storming his way to meet the molly who took over his training. Lynxshade. Padding around to stand in front of her with angry green eyes and flattened ears.
"You like waking the elders by yowling out my name in the middle of the camp or something? I'd like to watch them claw your ear for making such racket so early!" Despite the obviously annoyed tone and look, there was still a brightness and energy to Thornpaw's eyes. He was excited to finally be doing something, to be out training, or even just walking around the territory. It didn't really matter. He was going to do something! "Besides, what are we doing and where are we going? You better not have called my name for nothing."
Yellowpaw rolled around in his nest, looking around the den. He eventually got bored and fell half asleep. And then he woke u because someone SO RUDELY woke him up.
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Re: ShadowClan Apprentices' Den
Re: ShadowClan Apprentices' Den
