Yellowtwist left the leader's den, for the most part satisfied with what dawnstar had said about Sunpaw and Darkfire out in mourning ruins. He was told he was a good enforcer so far (my activity is in ruins please help), sunpaw's idiocy was taken care of, and he did an enforcer thing. Unfortunately, Darkfire (get over it, nerd) and Sunpaw (who was now his mortal enemy) weren't punished. The territory restriction was lifted, meaning he wasn't going to be doing that again.
He sat down where a shadow was printed beneath a looming cedar, occasionally dragging his claw through the ground, tracking random lines. for no reason he just felt like it.
[ @Kix - im so sorry for the late post! ]
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"Tomatoes are in the same family as some of the world's deadliest poisons. That just goes to show how rebellious tomatoes are." "What about how the apple can fall far from the tree?" "No, sometimes the tomato falls from the plant."
Whatever was happening, Mudslide didn't like it very much. Her paws felt like they might fall off, an odd feeling, an itchy and irritating feeling. She thought about chewing through her own fur and reaching the source with pure dedication and wit, but Mudslide knew that would be impossible (and painful), so she just sat there, as far away from the sun as was manageable when in camp borders. When did Shadowclan become Sunclan? They certainly needed some more shade, it would spare her the snappier attitude.
Rain or shine, Mudslide always had something to complain about, anycat did, it's just what she said about it was what mattered. Which, surprise, wasn't much. Mudslide knew that complaining was useless and that pain was unavoidable. But, that didn't mean she was just about to go down easy, might as well make some mistakes, a few select few good friends, and then she'd die happy and go... Wherever. It didn't really matter to her.
Then she felt... Something. Something other than the dull stinging in her bi colored paws. No. She felt eyes. Not unusual. Cats would glance or even stare at her every once in awhile, it made her curse her mother for not giving her a jet black pelt like farther. How come she had to be the white sheep covered in mud? If she were any different, nocat would even look at her. Exactly what she wanted.
Still, the tall she-cat turned her head, long ears twitched as she strained for any sudden noises (just incase some idiot was trying to pounce on her), and located the large eyes staring back at her. Tickpaw...
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@Fritter // Tickpaw (took me an eon, but I'm here lol)
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-When You Grow Up, Your Heat Dies
HOLLOWKIT
[ She/They AFAB ] | "black and white cat with shoulder scarring and, blue and amber eyes." | [ #VGCHollow ]
Her own heartbeat is faint within their skull, Hollowkit felt well, hollow. Black and white pelt carrying them to the clearing and where they were. They were great, wonderful band of kits that Hollow had been dragged into...regardless of if she wanted to or not. Hollowkit's face lights up, feathery tail swaying lightly behind her. She lifts a paw in greeting, padding closer silently. Eyes not giving the other cats any sort of contact, avoiding their gazes if she could.
Stagskull walked in laps around the clearing, stopping to sit sometimes to watch over kits or apprentices then continuing.
[Open?]
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Bright Amber eyes scorching the clearing, Wildkit took in a breath of warm air. Jeez, it sure was warm out... how bloody miserable. The little Molly adjusted her seating, and continued to stare into the dead clearing. Letting unimportant thoughts mingle for a second more before fanning elsewhere... and this time elsewhere was to her approaching litter mate. of course she looked dead on the inside. revealing a gaped tooth grin, the kit opened her mouth to speak. "Awww, is baby okay? " she crowed. "Why the long face? Are ya that bored?" Not waiting for an answer, she rambled on. "Well too bads you egg, come play stones with us... losers get their tail bit." turning her back towards Hollow, she scooped up a stone and prepared the game she literally just came up with. "Alright dorks, who wants to sit this one out?" Casting a harsh look towards the others, she silently dared them to chicken out on the game. If they did leave her, she'd gaslight them... after she beat them up of course.
The kit followed the other three cats in silence, Surge has never been one for talking to weirdos. Somehow static found itself with a group of them as friends. Watching as Wild took charge of the group this time spark had no idea what the game was going to be like. Oh lord, she found a rock. Everyone RUN! Grumbling and mumbling Surge raised its pawed.
”I’ll sit this one out, who knows what rules your gonna make up on the spot!” Surge wasn’t about to be tricked this time. Spark had lost last time due to the rules changing everytime Wild or Hollow started to lose. Static would rather die than go through that again.
[Open for multiple if ya wanna come to bother her. Warning: She's moody, like extra super moody, and may cuff, smack, and aggressively hiss.]
She stomped out of her den with her tongue frantically licking her muzzle. Why?!!!! She didn't even get to eat the frog before losing the contents in her stomach. She wanted something to eat but ShadowClan's usual prey wasn't cutting it. If it wasn't the scent it was the taste, and sometimes even the sight that had bile rising in her throat.
"This is all your fault." She hissed softly, golden eyes glaring meanly at the side of her stomach. The bump in her belly went unnoticed due to the she-cat's massive build and bulking stature. However, when she sat down, the molly's side flared out in a way that was difficult not to notice she was carrying some extra weight.
"Actually on second thought, it's all his fault." Dawnstar growls and flops down gracelessly on her side while trying to get the taste of vomit out of her maw by grooming her scars and pelt. "I can't eat what I want, I can't sleep like I want, I can't even control my temper. You little fox dungs better be worth all this trouble. I expect as much suffering for Tigerflower as well or you're all getting disowed." The molly hissed miserably if nothing more than to combat the nausea she was feeling.
It was early, dawn, and although Dawnstar was no stranger to being up this early, she was not used to being this upset about it. She should have talked to Lostspark before agreeing to have this moron's kits. Dawnstar might have had second thoughts about it if she knew how problematic it would be. Sighing loudly again, Dawnstar dropped her chin on her forepaw and stared at the cats in the clearing.
"Is it fish, duck, squirrel, what do you little hellions want I am getting very tired of cleaning up vomit." She snarled crankily. She wanted something, or rather the parasites in her stomach wanted something that she couldn't put her paw on. She was on the verge of starting a war to steal prey from the other clan if it meant no more upset stomach!
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Originally Posted by isla
SUNPAW
THE COLLECTOR
AGATHA KITTY
CHILL OF DEATH
[ Agatha Kitty has been activated. ]
Noticing something was wrong with Dawnstar, Sunpaw leapt to her paws and approached her leader with gentle paw steps, arriving just in time to hear the ShadowClan Leader’s last words.
“Dawnstar?” The apprentice murmured softly, amber eyes glistening with unreadable emotions. ”I-I’m sorry for bothering you, but I couldn’t help but notice that something’s…”
Wrong. Sunpaw trailed off, not daring to say the last word. Dawnstar was in a foul mood, she could tell. Sunpaw’s whiskers twitched nervously. “Would you like me to catch you a warm piece of prey?” She asked quietly. “Water, fresh moss for your nest..”
Sunpaw blinked. “Is there anything you would like me to do for you, such as clean out your den..?”
The ShadowClanner was taking a risk. Yes, she was taking a huge risk when it came down to this. Dawnstar wasn’t happy, as far as Sunpaw could tell, and she just wanted to help. Sunpaw knew Dawnstar was going to snap at her for asking, but she wanted to help in any way possible.
{ @Undertaker - poor Sunny’s going to get snapped at for wanting to help }
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 42 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
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Mistlewhisker was usually up at this hour, especially after... The deputy refused to think about it. Losing Enforcers had never bothered her before, so why was this one so, so hard? Regardless, Mistlewhisker shouldered out of the warrior's den, expecting the camp to be empty. Then she noticed Dawnstar glowering at the prey pile as though it had personally offended her. Or... Mistlewhisker couldn't help the smile that spread across her maw as she noticed the way the leader's stomach bulged. Ah, it seemed a few someones were less inclined to eat whatever Dawnstar wanted to. Shaking her head, the deputy padded over, seeing a hesitant apprentice approach the irritated leader and start offering things.
"I think congratulations are in order." Mistlewhisker murmured, dipping her head to Dawnstar's ear so only the leader could hear. Then she straightened, fixing Sunpaw with her one-eyed gaze. She wouldn't tell the apprentice what to do when she didn't know what Dawnstar needed or wanted, but she blinked at the apprentice. "If you are looking to go catch Dawnstar something fresh, you'll need someone to go with you." It was clearly an offer, even as the deputy tucked her paws under her and sat near her leader. "No fish, I assume?" She asked, canting her head at Dawnstar. She knew usually the Queen hated fish, but perhaps her tastes had taken a change?
Ravenheart
ShadowClan
they/them | 23 moons
[Small black cat with green eyes and a tuft of white chest fur]
He was so friendly. And carefree. It was... strange, but not entirely unwelcome. Shadowclan cats were experts in the art of brooding, but this skill must not have passed over to Hillstrider. Ravenheart bit into the bird, the hearty taste of meat spreading over their tongue. They ate in silence for a few moments, the languid sounds of the swampy night filling the space between. Hillstrider was close enough for Ravenheart to feel the ends of their big, fluffy pelt. Again, strange, but not completely unwelcome. They could stand to spend more time with their fellow clan members.
"I thought about staying up to hunt," Ravenheart commented through a mouthful of bird. Very graceful. "But... I don't know. There's prey here. Maybe tomorrow."
They had tried to sleep as well, to no avail. Ravenheart's eyes clouded over with remanents of restless sleep, bright green dulling and clouding. It had been like this for days now. Attempts at rest followed by blurred dreams and abrupt endings.
"You're Hillstrider, aren't you" Ravenheart asked, tilting their head. Hopefully they were right. The sunny Shadowclain warrior.
Hillstrider
ShadowClan
he/him | 21 moons
[Big fluffy orange tabby with yellow eyes]
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Hillstrider seemed content to sit by Ravendude as they ate, the large tom basking in the lazy warmth of the evening. When the other cat spoke again, Hillstrider glanced over. "Oh! Yeah, that's my name!! I'll be honest, my dude, I know you start with Raven but I can't remember your suffix." He chuckled sheepishly. "I don't have the best memory."
Something Ravendude said pricked the back of Hillstrider's mind, and he glanced at the black cat. "If you want to hunt, I'd be happy to go with you! Though we'd have to find another warrior and get it approved by an Enforcer or a high rank." He sighed, rolling onto his side. "Not that I mind having to go with others--I've never been an "alone" sorta dude, y'know?" Yellow eyes locked on green. "What about you? Don't think I've seen ya on any of my patrols. You a talker? If not that's totally chill, I've been told I can talk enough for six cats."
Wispypaw I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere
But you can't catch me now + she/her + No purrks
Well, well well look at what they have here, some overgrown child trying to hide from the crowd. At least that's what they could smell from the start, they couldn't tell exactly where they were but oh well. They could take one guess and say that said cat was trying to hide from others at least. Wispypaw would not let that happen. if they couldn't hide then no one else could, it was only fair. With a bit of oomph in their steps, they made their way towards the enforcer or maybe warrior they couldn't tell. At least not till they get their name. "How does one get to sit around and do nothing but everyone else has to work? You too good to do your duties?" Now wither said cat wanted to do their side jobs didn't matter to her that much, If they chose to slack and get in trouble that was their own problem not this paw's issue.
Doeflame grinned as Bloomingblaze commented on her fur colour's ineffectiveness at hiding her. "Well, you could have hidden-" she paused while trying to think of something that would blend in with her pelt, before ultimately giving up with a huff. "Okay, you're right. But you could have rolled in mud!" She thought of stealth classes with her mentor; a skill she had never been great at. At least there had been snow during the first portion of her apprenticeship, which her white patches helped her blend into, but once newleaf came her proficiency at it had reduced significantly. On that topic, she hadn't talked to Flamegaze in moons; maybe she should seek her out sometime. If she was even here. She wouldn't be surprised if her former mentor had died or gone missing and she hadn't noticed.
Back to the present, she gave Bloomingblaze a big grin. "See? Detective Doeflame figures out everything!"
Re: ShadowClan Clearing
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