Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 43 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Gutspaw - @wolfie ]
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What a... fascinating concept. Mistlewhisker looked at the rock again, then at Gutspaw. "I... had not considered it." She remembered her first interaction with Gutspaw, out in the territory at night. Bite had asked if she put things in her eye socket then, too. Back then, she had been surprised and a little confused at the suggestion, but hadn't thought much of it. Why was bite so insistent on getting her to fill the empty socket with something? She was certain that with her activity and movement the stone would not stay in place for long, even with cobwebs.
.... oh, but now her curiosity was piqued.
No, no. Mistlewhisker did not make it to deputy by succumbing to her curiosity. "I think this will make a lovely addition to my nest. Thank you again." The black feline dipped her head at Gutspaw again, bringing the rock closer to her and inspecting it more thoroughly. "You do have the best eye for things like these, don't you?"
QUILLPAW he/him. 9 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]
quillpaw doesn't seem deterred by quietpaw's lour, simply holding back a small snicker. maw pulled into a smirk, it drops into a slight frown. he shakes his head in disagreement with a click of his tongue.
"sticking my nose in other cats' business? pestering? I've never heard such rude words uttered before." he scoffs, feigned offense in his tone. "it doesn't count as pestering if we're littermates, it's simply..bonding." he informs.
though he doubts quietpaw even knows what bonding is (not that he's very good at it, either.) she seems to have a block of ice in place for a heart.
[ @Morrigan not my best reply ahavsjh very sorry ]
Bleedingpaw
Shadowclan Apprentice | He/Him | 6 Moons
Just a Scratch | Shadow Fiend
On no oh no oh no!!! Quillpaw was gonna kill him and hate him like Moonpaw and drive him out into the territory like their brother did!!! 'Meeping' quietly at the beginnings of his sisters snap Bleedingpaw instinctively balled awkwardly, legs betraying him as they sent him into a sprawl instead of a little rolly polly huddle and leaving him vulnerable to... A bap.
A bap? Like just a bap? Hell Grouse gave worse baps then that and he was just playing with the recent kitten.
Large blue eyes, still holding a hint of panicked fear, looked up at the older apprentice, golden head cocking slightly in complete confusion. Why wasnt she more angry? He'd got her tail then yelped annoyingly but she was just asking a question instead. Was this a trap?
The golden bengal had no clue so a little hesitant he just answered the question still half sprawled along the ground. "Uuuuuhmm Im practicing hunting today cus Miss Brairsplash is busy and Mr Pats says I need to work on my battle stuff a lot before he even tries to teach me advanced stuff and I dont have a partner for that so I was just practicing hunting.... Im really sorry I didnt know it was your tail Quillpaw and I didnt mean to yell Ill go away if Ive annoyed you."
That seemed a safer option then making another enemy of a sibling. Bleedingpaw ached for more who cared for him sure, he always did love hungry as he was but it wasnt worth making someone obviously better then him mad. After all, if the rumors were true and Quillpaw was looking to be the first younger sibling made warrior she had to be special right?
QUILLPAW he/him. 9 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]
practicing hunting? that makes more sense, quillpaw reasons. although, he has no clue who 'mr pats' could be, so he quirks a brow. he scoffs at the apology, seemingly displeased by bleedingpaw's remorseful behavior. he doesn't expect any of his siblings to apologize to him, especially considering he's never genuinely apologized to them himself. he finds it to be weak. a little arrogant of him, perhaps.
"I don't want your apologies. it's disturbing." he bluntly admits with a shake of his head, sharp edge to his voice. there's no true anger in it, however. more or less weirded out by bleedingpaws..softness, the younger reminds him of a squishier version of mirepaw.
"you did annoy me," er..damn. he blinks, before adding on to his words, realizing that it wasn't the best thing to say. "you don't have to go though. you didn't mean to, so it's fine I suppose. I've had far more irritating things happen." like choosing to hunt with darkfall. how mouthy that tom was - unbelievable. he'd be lying if he said the interaction didn't change his thoughts on the tom, though..just a bit.
"if your mentor is busy, just ask another warrior." he says with a click of his tongue. had bleedingpaw not considered that?? he's sure that there were plenty warriors that needed to get off their bottoms and contribute to the clan. "you'd learn better if you practiced on real prey."
[ I'm not sure if you realized or not, but you used she/her for quill and he uses he/him ^^ /nm ]
SQUIRRELRISE she/her. 13 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]
gutspaw's question catches her extremely off guard. yellow eyes grow as wide as saucers, jaws parting in pure disbelief. did?? bite really just?? ask that? and go back to braiding? russet ears flatten against her skull, large frown on her features. is she an orphan? her biological mother, orangeslash, disappeared before she reached seven moons. her mother has been nice but she couldn't say they were particularly close or anything. now that she thinks about it, she's never known her father. not that she's ever needed one, she couldn't force herself to need nor want something she's never had.
still, the questions made squirrelrise sadder than she anticipated. she glances off to the side when she feels the familiar sting of tears in her eyes. they threaten to spill (and one does roll down her cheek), but she manages to blink them away after a sniffle and a few mental chants of don't cry! don't cry! don't cry! guts doesn't seem like the emotional type so she doesn't want to risk making it uncomfortable by bawling her eyes out.
she supposes she is an orphan, technically. then again, there's mistlewhisker, and her former mentors been more of a mom than anyone in her blood family's ever been. so, with that in mind, she answers. "I- I mean..I guess..I am..?? b-but mistlewhisker is..basically my mama..s-so.." she mumbles, gaze settling back on teeth.
the topic change is very much appreciated, the young warrior becoming a little less soggy. she opens her mouth to interject before promptly closing it when she sees bites almost smile. gah, she's never been one for humor. if teeth is being humourous with the vendetta comment ..goodness, she needs to work on that, too. she grins hearing it's answer. feathers! I could find a crow one..maybe! or a ravens? to match it's fur, she thinks, mood brightened. over the moons, luckily, she's become more inclined to looking in the positive side (or trying) rather than continuing to sulk in her sadness for the most part. "good to..know." she nods.
with gutspaw finishing the final braid and stepping back, she glances at both of them. then a large smile is splitting her maw, one of the largest smiles she's worn. "I love them..!! y-you're ..very talented..gutspaw," squirrelrise chirps, standing up. "i'll er..find you s-something..in exchange!" it's like a trade of sorts.
[ @wolfie figured we could wrap this up either in this post or your next one o: ]
Cinderpaw
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8 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes
Quiet, watchful eyes stay locked onto a figure in the distance, tracking her movements as the grey feline assumes the position she'd taken up for many nights now: up in the branches of a tree. Cinderpaw had made it something of a habit to watch the camp move whenever she could, to see the way cats move and interact, how they veer around each other or rear up for the odd shouting match. It is little surprise to anyone, perhaps, that her gaze often settles upon a select few cats in particular and, for tonight, her attention is on Lostspark.
Alone... she's often alone it seems, even when she's speaking with others, Cinderpaw can't help but feel her mother doesn't exactly seem entirely 'there', it's almost like she's going through the motions because that's what she was taught to do, not as if she's truly there... or maybe Cinder's just reading too much into it and drawing the wrong conclusions. Still, tonight she's truly by herself again, positioned at her post in the tree, watching. Does she ever sleep? Has Cinder ever seen her mother just taking a nap at all? She doesn't think so... at least not in recent memory.
If she knew how to climb, Cinderpaw thinks that maybe she'd be brave enough to climb up there and sit with her, that way the two of them could be alone together. She doesn't know how, though, so for just a few moments, she watches, tail tip swishing idly up and down. The night crickets and peeping frogs provide a gentle ambiance, lulling Cinder to drowsiness. She doesn't want to sleep just yet, though, not if momma is all alone, but... she can't reach her, can she? Standing now, the black tabby weaves her way through the clearing to the base of the tree where she stops to examine it for a moment.
Experimentally, she puts her front paws on the trunk, claws flexing in the bark, and extends her back leg so she's standing now, reaching upwards and using the tree as leverage, citrus eyes scanning the way up and resting again on Lostspark where she sits in the branches. Cinder doesn't try and climb, she knows how poorly that will go, but she still wants to be close somehow, so she returns all three paws to the ground and begins curling up at the base of the tree. This way, at least, she can be close by...
Ever-watchful eyes (that was meant to be sightless) drifted instantly to the young cat at the base of her perch. Lostspark gazed down at her daughter, inadverently holding her breath - for what, she was unsure. Perhaps to see if Cinderpaw would join her? - as the black tabby pressed a paw against the trunk.
Fiery amber hues softened with fondness as Cinderpaw dropped down once more to her three limbs, curling up on the ground instead. And just for that attempt, Lostspark was rising to her own paws, serrated claws digging into the bark below her, climbing down from the tree and landing lightly beside her daughter.
She wasted no second in her attempt to curl up around the apprentice, tail draped over the younger molly protectively, head tilting to (attempt to) lick the top of Cinderpaw's head. "Little ember." She murmurs the moniker softly, aiming to offer her daughter an affectionate nuzzle. "I love you." Lostspark made sure to meet the tabby's gaze as she said the words, making sure her words were being heeded.
After a moment of searching amber eyes so similar to hers, Lostspark smiled fondly. "If you are not too tired, I can teach you how to climb. Another day works as well, if you'd just like to rest now."
[ I hope you'll forgive me for how late this is :< I can't believe I've been in Lostspark writer's block since July if you don't want to continue this I def understand LOL ]
Tigerpaw turned to Elderberry. "Good morning Elderberry." she mewed respectfully. Tigeroaw stood up and stretched before sitting right back down. "So hows warrior life treating you?" she mewed curiously. @Toya Todoroki
"eh, Life is Full of constant Curiousities While in Shadowclan" the shortie said with a shrug "so hows your training coming along?"
Re: ShadowClan Clearing
if you don't want to continue this I def understand LOL ]
