ShadowClan Warriors' Den

[val]

She jolted awake at the sound of wind whistling through the tops of the pines, so cold and brittle to her ears that she shuddered and pulled scraps of dried-out moss over her pelt. It wouldn't do much to conserve her warmth, but she would take anything. She ground her teeth together and winced at her shivering body; the chattering continued nevertheless. Her eyes slid lazily, half-lidded, across the interior of the den. The loneliness that battered her ribcage soon overwhelmed the cold as she woefully looked at the sleeping forms in their own nest. She wouldn't be cold if she had someone to curl up with.

She bit back a sob so senseless she almost got confused enough to forget her troubles. She didn't cry over this. Not much, anyway, and certainly not when the hour was rat's-tail-midnight. It was because she was miserable, drowsy, freezing, and still listening to the unwelcoming, brusque winds outside. Maybe it wasn't crying, either, and just some accidental noise she made trying to suppress her shivering. It could be the remnants of some malicious dream, too.

Sleep came creeping over her shoulder so she chose not to dwell on it. Nobody made much sense when the moon was at its zenith. She tucked her nose under her tail and curled into a tight ball, burrowing deeply into her nest. A gale made her ears twitch, unnerved, but the darkness swam before her eyes invitingly. She hummed noncomittally and dozed off into a deep sleep.

Often, she dreamed of the first time blood oozed between her paws and dried, cracked, onto her claws. She might as well have had the talons of a raptor, swooping above the sea for the silhouette of a fish, with the way her claws cut cleanly through her enemy's throat. As they died, choking, she idly listened and studied how the blood on her claws reflected and refracted in the lazy dusk sunlight. Golden hour, it was called. When the skies turned so orange-red that even the green grass couldn't resist the fiery finale before silver glided across the hills.

Bitterbane wasn't one of the good ones.

[idia]

marshwolf takes a small nap

[Kix]

Rufflepaw sat in the clearing swatting at a stray leaf.

[Rose]

Sweetbriar wondered why no one ever sat in the warrior's den.

[Moocow]

Blazestripe paced playfully into the den. "Hey anyone in here." He shouted, no answer came. He plodded over to the other side of the den in slow hefty steps. He was almost happy that he was so tried, that way he didn't feel so lonely.

[lesbianism]

♡ b a t f l i g h t
she/her - 36 moons - ShadowClan - lesbian
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Batflight padded into the warrior's den with a wince, paw pads tender and cracked after taking Palepaw on her border tour. Walking the territory didn't normally leave her paws so sore, but a moon off of her duties had left her pads softer than usual, and the cold certainly wasn't helping.
She curled up in her nest, tail over her nose. Hopefully now that she was back to work, her paw pads would adjust - if not she'd have to make a trip to the medicine den, again.

[{Victim}]

Cleaning snow out of the warriors den eh? seems easy enough, his nest was getting a bit cold anyway. she started to shovels some up and push it out, getting some snow on a few cats ion the process.

[paedyn]

 

Originally Posted by Moocow

Blazestripe paced playfully into the den. "Hey anyone in here." He shouted, no answer came. He plodded over to the other side of the den in slow hefty steps. He was almost happy that he was so tried, that way he didn't feel so lonely.

Dovedance
ShadowClan Warrior


Dovedance lifted her head at Blazestripe's call.

''I'm here,'' The dappled silver-and-white pseudo-tabby mewed, her voice soft. Dovedance's warm amber gaze shined like bright suns in the darkness of the warrior's den.

The warrior tilted her head. ''Is something wrong, Blazestripe?''

[{Victim}]

Once he had finished shoveling snow out of the warriors den he noticed and icicle, feeling oddly childish he licked it, but then his Toung got stuck-, he pacnicked-.

[Frozen Reign]

Flamegaze entered the den and quickly made her way over to her nest. once she was nestled in the confines, she allowed herself to panic and tried to accept the Idea that she was a mentor now, with an apprentice.