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[ Not really. She looks like this if that gives you any ideas, maybe either the prefix or suffix could be an animal? ]
She had kept a close eye on Dawnstar's face and various reactions throughout their little interaction, and though she didn't get a comment on calling the cat Dawnstar, nothing about the large tabby's body language seemed to indicate that was incorrect, and everything would match up with her information. Of course, she had only gotten the description once, but her source on that had seemed reliable enough, and nothing else of the information they had given her had been wrong so far.
She was also rather pleasantly surprised by the little conversation her gifts got going there. She didn't know too much about this cat, but it seemed they were on the same page. So she leaned forward a little as Dawnstar spoke further on her opinions, and Thana had to admit to herself she found this one... interesting. Far more so than anyone else had met before at least. Yes, if this cat was the one leading things in the clan she predicted she'd have a good enough time. Even if there would still be the whole rest of the clan to worry about.
"Fair, fair..." Most of the time when it came to skulls and pelts from cats she had killed she used them as warnings and hadn't really thought of them as decoration, but it could be something interesting to test out. "Well I believe there are a few things I could learn from you as well."
But oh, there seemed to be another question left for her. To her, the answer was quite obvious, but maybe it was something Dawnstar just asked as a habit or something. "why ShadowClan? Well, why not Shadowclan. I've heard some descriptions of all the clans, and even if we put aside how your clan is clearly the strongest one, it wasn't the only reason. To me no one of the others seemed all that appealing. I heard Riverclan spend much time in the water, far too much for my liking, and also eat fish. Windclan run a whole lot and I heard you push them around quite easily. And Thunderclan seemed to have too much trouble with leadership for my liking. I wanted to join a group who could hold their own, not one who swims and smelled like fish, ran around, or couldn't take care of themselves."
After that she stayed quiet and waited for what Dawnstar would say next. She had said 'One more question' so was this done now? She had to admit she did look forward to what was to come quite a bit. Even if the line 'I don't have a lot of cats like that in ShadowClan' was a shame.
[ @Undertaker - Ohh I see, thank you for clarifying! To be quite honest, it was rather interesting! No one has ever really called her out on her nervousness or stutter before. And they are kind of like night and day. ]
Oh… That... Went better than expected. The young queen’s shoulders almost lowered a bit as some of the previous tension left. She had expected anger or displeasure if anything, yet instead the dark leader was taking her word for it. And apologised. Had her image of Dawnstar really grown out of proportion after all? Or had the leader changed, however little, since the time she best remembered her..? Well, regardless, Nightshiver respectfully nodded. “Thank.. you, D..Dawnstar.”
She meowed quietly before gently picking the young kit up by the scruff again, making her way back to the nursery.
His thought process, which had started off simple, now begun to shift into a deeper manner. OZ felt that if he told the truth and nothing but that, he have this interaction in the bag (hopefully). The uncomfortable sensation deepened to a pain in his lower half. She obviously didn't like the nicks-names. And if he knew better, he would put a quick end to the absurd titles. But of course he didn't know better, and he planned on keeping the charade up for as long as possible. Shifting his gaze, OZ quickly thought of an answer that should soothe an accusation like that. " You shouldn't have to worry about it, dolly. I've always considered myself somewhat loyal. " he responded "And I can almost guarantee that it won't be a problem..... Unless you, my dear, do it first." This was a massive concern for the tom, he had given friends, family, and ex lovers his full trust, only to be taken advantage of. He couldn't count the number of times it had occurred. And it only stung to think about it. A shred of annoyance slipped into his gaze, he knew he would keep loyalty... But would she? Would Shadowclan? That was something that needed to be asked, but OZ figured he could slip it in later.
After a few snide looks from the molly, she finally got up. Her countenance seemed more curious than before, and taking that as a win the nerve in the back of his mind settled. Without the crushing weight of the boss lady, he was finally able return to his paws, in a quick but sloppy mannerism. But hey, Grace was never an option.
OZ shook out his ragged pelt, and batted at a few fallen leaves that had clung to his shoulders and chest. After the quick dust off he sat lazily back on his haunches, amply returning her gaze. " Good question, snips. Thankfully I have a answer for ya. "
He acknowledged " Honestly there are multiple answers for this, but I'll narrow it down to a select few. So I'm at the point in my life where you realize that you aren't old but you sure as hell aren't young." he conceded " And during this time you also realize you don't have forever. And that thought leads to- what eventful things have I actually done in my life? So I'm basically in a midlife crisis right now and need a purpose to live." He didn't know if that was a pathetic reason, but it was the uncomplicated truth. "I've also lived in isolation for most of my life and the thought of having others around to help and look out for each other is oddly.... Appealing." OZ partly squinted his eyes as if in thought, that was one of the last things that he had expected to come out of his mouth. He had vowed to never bring the self pity of his seclusion up, but yet here he was blabbing it off to a random stranger. This wasn't that surprising though, normally when he got talkin it was nigh impossible for him to shut up. " And the last thing I want to bring up is trust. Thanks to my 'wonderful' past, I've quite an issue the topic. And I thought , just maybe, I could put my trust in the paws of some honorable folks. " His putrid gaze narrowed to slits, " Trust and loyalty is obviously a big deal to ya, thats why you asked if I can subjugate them. But can you? I've met so many former clanners that have left because they lost faith in the clans. And not to sound stingy but I don't want to stick my neck out there if this is the case." This was just as much of an accusation as it was a question. OZ was interested on how she would respond. Wether she found his inquiry offensive or understandable. There was no doubt in his mind that he would pull his weight around Shadowclan, and that he would fully put his tust in them.... Just so long as they could do the same.
Hello! When/why was Marsh’Kit taken off the allegiances? I was never alerted of this, and his littermate who had been off of the sight longer than him is still on, so I doubt its from inactivity. Was this a mistake? No worries if it was! <3 @Undertaker //
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The little, lithe grey she-kit hopped curiously around ShadowClan’s clearing, but made sure never to stray too far from Dappledleaf’s side. If anyone other than Dappledleaf approached her, Lark would start hissing like mad, fur spiking up in all directions with renewed fear. Thankfully though, no one right now seemed to be of mind to touch or approach her, so Lark stared intently downward, narrowed amber gaze fixed with curiosity on a dandelion clutched between her paws. She waved the white fuzzball around in the air, watching as each pappus seed flew out into the air, until only one remained, glued firmly to the stem. Glued firmly to its home. Lark lifted a paw and flicked away the last one, thoughts flitting back to her own abandonment.
A small kit of two moons sat among the roots of a line hedges that bordered the twolegplace fence. Her amber gaze was trained firmly on a broken wooden slat in the fence, its panel of wood askew, swung off its nail. Her eyes and posture held such futile hope. Now she waited to see her father's pelt, to hear his purr, have warmth wrap around her, his scent. To even see the twoleg that was so kind to her, hear her comforting familiar voice. Father always came when she was scared or lost, a warm purr and gentle paws. But this time, as darkness fell, he wouldn't come. He would never come. And as the day dragged on she finally heard a noise behind her, sentencing her understanding. She looked back and rested her tired eyes on her mother, a beautiful wild cat, standing there, half cast away shadow. "He's never coming back, is he?" She’d whispered despairingly.
Now, ever since Slytiger, Dappledleaf, Meadowhaze, and Fallenpaw had found her in the forest, Lark sat alone in the middle of ShadowClan’s clearing, surrounded by strangers and wondering what she had done to be cast out twice from both her homes. Was she that useless? Was she so pathetic that no one would keep her? Stiffening her shoulders, Lark looked up again, discarding the dandelion stem and turning her intent amber gaze upon the cats around camp. She was not here to mope. She was here to find a new home, and that was what Lark intended to do. …If all went well with this Dawnstar, whoever and wherever she was. All Lark knew was that Dawnstar was the leader of all these random cats milling about, and that it would be unwise to anger her. So she sat, tail flicking back and forth as she waited for the Clan leader to come into view.
A young squirrel was darting around the base of large pine trees, foraging, unaware of the predatory stalking it. Deep in the forest, a gigantic scarred tabby crouched low, expertly using the shadows and the knowledge of her territory to stay hidden. Dawnstar stared down at the squirrel completely focused, she lowered her powerful body to the earth until her belly fur brushed the ground, keeping her tail low and straight, and her tattered ears perked. Dawnstar took a small step towards the squirrel, then one more, quietly inching closer to unexpected prey. As soon as she was near enough she leaps, sinking her talons into the squirrel's back. The last thing the furry criter knew was her sharp teeth split through its skin. Breaking its backbone the squirrel dangled limply from Dawnstar's jaws.
Satisfied, the leader picked up the plump squirrel and padded back to camp. She made it to the gorge, silently descending the slope and entering the clearing. Dawnstar dropped her prey onto the measly pile and locked her amber glare onto a new face. Used to smelling the sharp almost bitter scent of pine and ShadowClan, news scent, scents that don't belong, stood out like flying hedgehog to her. Licking her muzzle to clean up any leftover blood, Dawnstar made her way over to the young kit sitting in her camp as if she belonged there.
"Now, who are you?"The threatening, commanding air that surrounded the immense she-cat remained as stopped in front of the kit. Dawnstar took a seat, lowering her scarred face and perking her ears as she observed the cat. Even though there was nothing but curiosity in her eyes, the gruff snarl could easily be mistaken for hostility, when in fact Dawnstar almost always sounded like she was pissed off at someone or something.
"You weren't here when I left the camp, which means someone brought you in without my permission." It would seem that she might need to make someone bleed.
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Brightshadow had been out hunting, when....Suddenly she was grabbed and kidnapped by another cat, a rouge perhaps? No escape at that point...Serval days later she killed the rouge and escaped. "I'm sorry I went Missing, Dawnstar." She said. "The reasoning is a rouge kidnapped me and I had to kill him and escape." She said.
Dawnstar swung her head in the direction of the cat that came up to her. She recognized the silver she-cat who immediately started babbling to her. Brightshadow, she's been gone for several moons now. Her excuse sounded foolish and unbelievable.
"So rogues are kidnapping clan cats now, huh." The snort of disbelief spoke loudly of her thoughts on Brightshadow's little story. "You wanna explain why a rogue kidnapped you? Or at least attempt to make your story a little more reasonable."Why the hell would a rogue kidnap her?
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@Undertaker
[ Not really. She looks like this if that gives you any ideas, maybe either the prefix or suffix could be an animal? ]
She had kept a close eye on Dawnstar's face and various reactions throughout their little interaction, and though she didn't get a comment on calling the cat Dawnstar, nothing about the large tabby's body language seemed to indicate that was incorrect, and everything would match up with her information. Of course, she had only gotten the description once, but her source on that had seemed reliable enough, and nothing else of the information they had given her had been wrong so far.
She was also rather pleasantly surprised by the little conversation her gifts got going there. She didn't know too much about this cat, but it seemed they were on the same page. So she leaned forward a little as Dawnstar spoke further on her opinions, and Thana had to admit to herself she found this one... interesting. Far more so than anyone else had met before at least. Yes, if this cat was the one leading things in the clan she predicted she'd have a good enough time. Even if there would still be the whole rest of the clan to worry about.
"Fair, fair..." Most of the time when it came to skulls and pelts from cats she had killed she used them as warnings and hadn't really thought of them as decoration, but it could be something interesting to test out. "Well I believe there are a few things I could learn from you as well."
But oh, there seemed to be another question left for her. To her, the answer was quite obvious, but maybe it was something Dawnstar just asked as a habit or something. "why ShadowClan? Well, why not Shadowclan. I've heard some descriptions of all the clans, and even if we put aside how your clan is clearly the strongest one, it wasn't the only reason. To me no one of the others seemed all that appealing. I heard Riverclan spend much time in the water, far too much for my liking, and also eat fish. Windclan run a whole lot and I heard you push them around quite easily. And Thunderclan seemed to have too much trouble with leadership for my liking. I wanted to join a group who could hold their own, not one who swims and smelled like fish, ran around, or couldn't take care of themselves."
After that she stayed quiet and waited for what Dawnstar would say next. She had said 'One more question' so was this done now? She had to admit she did look forward to what was to come quite a bit. Even if the line 'I don't have a lot of cats like that in ShadowClan' was a shame.
Dawnstar tended to ask every cat who came to join ShadowClan why they picked her clan. The leader wasn't looking for pointless flatter, Dawnstar was well aware that her clan was the 'best' as everyone so arrogantly assumed. What she was looking for was an honest reason for walking in the shadows instead of playing hypocrite with the other clans.
So excluding the opinion that ShadowClan was the strongest, the other clans simply didn't appeal to Thana, it wasn't an overly complicated answer but worked for Dawnstar. So long as the answer was earnest and truthful, Dawnstar didn't make a fuss about it. Thana's answer sounded practical more than anything else. The other clans simply didn't meet her standers, that didn't scream loyalty to Dawnstar, but seeing how much time and energy Thana put into making sure that Dawnstar would see that she was fit for ShadowClan, it seemed unlikely that she'd just up and walk away.
"Acceptable," The ShadowClan leader grunted seeming satisfied. "I'll take you into ShadowClan. Since you've already challenged and beat two clan cats, I'm going to assume that you don't need the extra training so unless proven otherwise, you'll be a warrior within my clan. From now on you'll be known as Owlstorm." Thana's pelt reminded Dawnstar of a stormcloud of sorts, but considering the leader had a preference for animal names, Owl was more fitting. "I'll take you and introduce you to the clan when things had settled down. Follow me, we have to go bury your skull somewhere, but I'll take the pelt to my den with me."
[Done, go ahead and submit her]
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:*:OZ:*:
His thought process, which had started off simple, now begun to shift into a deeper manner. OZ felt that if he told the truth and nothing but that, he have this interaction in the bag (hopefully). The uncomfortable sensation deepened to a pain in his lower half. She obviously didn't like the nicks-names. And if he knew better, he would put a quick end to the absurd titles. But of course he didn't know better, and he planned on keeping the charade up for as long as possible. Shifting his gaze, OZ quickly thought of an answer that should soothe an accusation like that. " You shouldn't have to worry about it, dolly. I've always considered myself somewhat loyal. " he responded "And I can almost guarantee that it won't be a problem..... Unless you, my dear, do it first." This was a massive concern for the tom, he had given friends, family, and ex lovers his full trust, only to be taken advantage of. He couldn't count the number of times it had occurred. And it only stung to think about it. A shred of annoyance slipped into his gaze, he knew he would keep loyalty... But would she? Would Shadowclan? That was something that needed to be asked, but OZ figured he could slip it in later.
After a few snide looks from the molly, she finally got up. Her countenance seemed more curious than before, and taking that as a win the nerve in the back of his mind settled. Without the crushing weight of the boss lady, he was finally able return to his paws, in a quick but sloppy mannerism. But hey, Grace was never an option.
OZ shook out his ragged pelt, and batted at a few fallen leaves that had clung to his shoulders and chest. After the quick dust off he sat lazily back on his haunches, amply returning her gaze. " Good question, snips. Thankfully I have a answer for ya. "
He acknowledged " Honestly there are multiple answers for this, but I'll narrow it down to a select few. So I'm at the point in my life where you realize that you aren't old but you sure as hell aren't young." he conceded " And during this time you also realize you don't have forever. And that thought leads to- what eventful things have I actually done in my life? So I'm basically in a midlife crisis right now and need a purpose to live." He didn't know if that was a pathetic reason, but it was the uncomplicated truth. "I've also lived in isolation for most of my life and the thought of having others around to help and look out for each other is oddly.... Appealing." OZ partly squinted his eyes as if in thought, that was one of the last things that he had expected to come out of his mouth. He had vowed to never bring the self pity of his seclusion up, but yet here he was blabbing it off to a random stranger. This wasn't that surprising though, normally when he got talkin it was nigh impossible for him to shut up. " And the last thing I want to bring up is trust. Thanks to my 'wonderful' past, I've quite an issue the topic. And I thought , just maybe, I could put my trust in the paws of some honorable folks. " His putrid gaze narrowed to slits, " Trust and loyalty is obviously a big deal to ya, thats why you asked if I can subjugate them. But can you? I've met so many former clanners that have left because they lost faith in the clans. And not to sound stingy but I don't want to stick my neck out there if this is the case." This was just as much of an accusation as it was a question. OZ was interested on how she would respond. Wether she found his inquiry offensive or understandable. There was no doubt in his mind that he would pull his weight around Shadowclan, and that he would fully put his tust in them.... Just so long as they could do the same.
So Dawnstar's met a lot of snakes during her time within the clans, but this one felt more like a rat. He was entertaining in all the wrong ways, but Dawnstar had this doubt in the back of her mind about how dedicated he was, and his words did little to put that doubt in the back of her mind at ease. He didn't seem like the type to risk his life for someone else. With Grimhound, she felt like a sort of companionship, and they had that unspoken agreement. He remained loyal and steadfast to her and she'd let him get away with pretty much murder, the fact that she embraced his violent tendency also helped cement that relationship.
Dawnstar didn't believe she could get that from OZ, however, Dawnstar's felt that she's never broken the trust cats put in her. It was always the other way around, Dawnstar didn't wear masks when it came to her clan. She was who she was and didn't make excuses for how she acted or led. So she never really understood why cats got so surprised or so disturbed by her orders or actions to the point of trying to kill or overthrow her. Betrayal was a bothersome topic for her. The glint OZ eyes made her rethink how trustworthy he'd be, even if he was irksome.
Snips, was that her name now? Considering Dawnstar kept giving withered, infuriating glares at the tom every time he said Snips, you'd think he'd catch on that she hated the nickname, but he was either very stupid or oblivious. Dawnstar refrained from snarling at him as he dipped into tidbits as to why he wanted to join.
"So to put it simply you are lonely and want to be a part of something bigger than yourself." Dawnstar huffed, slowly blinking her eyes as she readjusted her weight between her huge front paws. She's heard this from a few other loners, and in a way, she could understand it. As nice as it was living for no one but yourself, Dawnstar doubted she could handle that, living without any real purpose or contribution to something other than herself. It sounded like a sad life.
"Well, that's a bit different." Dawnstar chuckled at OZ's accusing words. "Considering that you are here, I'd assume that you either don't care for these 'clanners' and their 'lost faith' or decided to risk it." Did he forget that he was the one who came to her not the other way around, she didn't see the need to defend herself or the other clans about whether his supposed trust would be returned. But, she decided to humor the tom with an answer if nothing more than due to the fact that he managed to rub her fur wrong... again.
"Honorable? I don't recall saying anything about honorable, if you're looking for honor go play with WindClan. Honor doesn't keep my clan safe or fed." The leader rolled her broad shoulders and lifted her head to peer up at a passing squirrel within the pine trees.
"I'm not going to waste my breath reassuring you concerns about your trust. As far as I can see I have far more to lose than you do regarding loyalty. However, I will tell you that whatever you've heard from those filthy traitors and their lost faith, as far as I can see it has nothing to do with me."
Dawnstar has never been anything but herself, never tried making ShadowClan seem anything more than the dark heart of the forest as they've always meant to be. If those moron traitors didn't understand that it was their problem, she wasn't pretending to be some noble clan with a just cause, Dawnstar was as real as real was going to get. If the traitors had some delusional idea on how ShadowClan was supposed to be, well again their problem. It wasn't her fault that they built up some unrealistic ideas about the clans and say they 'lost faith' when the clan was anything but their ideal dream.
"I kill and throw away anyone or anything that doesn't prove it has worth to me. If you are useless or wrong me then I'll discard you." The leader lowered her eyes back to OZ after a moment. "You want trust, a home, pull your weight and earn it." Cause at the end of the day the tom needed to remember that he'd need ShadowClan more than ShadowClan needed him.
"Now, this has been an intriguing discussion, but I have better things to do today than chat with you all day. Though I'm still uncertain about you, I'll be gracious and give you chance to earn your place among my warrior, unless that is you still have any concerns."
[That's alright, Dawn's a bit all over the place here so if she's not making a lot of sense that's just her. We're probably be done with this by my next post, you got a warrior name in mind for OZ?]
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Fiercefire was walking back towards Shadowclan territory with his son, Lynxpaw. He knew what he had done was not right, but he had taken Lynxpaw with him and left clan territory for a few days, without asking Dawnstar. He wanted to spend some time with his son, away from their duties, and get to know Lynxpaw and learn what he'd been doing for a while. He did work on some training with him though so it wasn't a complete escape from duties.
Fiercefire was worried about how Dawnstar would react to him returning though. He hoped she didn't punish Lynxpaw, since he had just gone along with him.
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Pineshade awkwardly trotted around ShadowClan territory. Okay, okay. Hopefully she wouldn’t be attacked. But dang it, how does someone get blamed for being kitnapped? It couldn’t have been her fault she wandered into Twolegplace—that was a lie, and she knew it. But it REALLY wasn’t her fault that some ugly Twoleg just picked her up with their weird spider paws and made her be a kittypet! Which wasn’t horrible—she was loyal, but dang, the tortoiseshell couldn’t blame kittypets. Never going hungry, always warm—NOOOOOPE, no way, ShadowClan for life, a true warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet. But it would be fine. Surely she didn’t smell that much like kittypet food? She needed to stop procrastinating. The tortoiseshell inhaled, took a step into camp, and awkwardly meowed. “Hi. I’m back?”
"Four someones." Lark agreed sagely to the last statement, and then recalled Slytiger’s suggestion to throw her over the border when the patrol had first found her. She should probably hold back the names of the cats that had brought her here, for both her sake and theirs. Her amber gaze traveled upward, scanning Dawnstar from head to toe. The massive feline was definitely as large as she was rumored to be, and ten times scarier. Only a fool would not be scared. Thinking of this, Lark realized that if she said something wrong, she was dead, and dead more than one time over.
For a few moments, Lark stared up at the ShadowClan leader in comtemplative silence, thinking about what to say. Maybe she should start with her name, since Dawnstar had asked who she was. She could change her name. Leave her past behind and start afresh with a new life if this went through properly and Dawnstar accepted her into this place called ShadowClan. With an internal wince, Lark also realized that she barely knew a thing about this place. It was okay… Probably… Someone would teach her as long as she was willing to learn. But after a long moment of thinking, Lark realized that if there was one thing of the past that she wanted to hold close, it was her name. "I am Lark." She said, tipping her head to the side after a beat of silence.
Rumble sighed as she realized the large cat's words. "Alright. I'll take my leave, but I will be back, and I'll have my bloodlust under control." She said, turning around to quickly leave. However, at the edge of the territory, she turned around. "If by chance some other cat finds me, could I have your name so I may request to speak with you?" She wanted to know the name of the cat that would be her leader. Because she would be accepted into this clan. Eventually.
Step by step shadefrost made his way through the forest. His ungroomed pelt was matted with blood, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was make it out of this nightmare as fast as possible. It was bad enough that he had been trapped for shadow knows how long, but now he had to worry about clan cats attacking him whenever he stopped to rest. His stomach gave a painful cry of hunger, it had been days since he last ate, though it was only crow food and he hadn’t been able to rest his sapphire blue eyes much in the last few days either. He had tried hunting something multiple times, but in the end he was too hungry and weak to catch even one whisker. How long had it been since he'd curled up in a mossy bed or hunted with any of his fellow clanmates or even ran through his clan's territory with the wind against his face. He closed his eyes, half reminiscing and half sleep, letting his paws carry him. He knew where he wanted to go and thanks to Riverclan’s scent he knew where he was, now all he had to do was make it and he’d be safe. For a little while at least. So step by step Shadefrost made his way through the forest, every hair standing on end at the knowledge that a cat could jump out of the ferns at any moment and sink their claws into him. And step by step he made his way through the forest, knowing that if he could just make it a little further he might be able to escape this nightmare. And so, step by step he made his way through the forest and finally the beautiful, wonderful, welcoming scent of Shadowclan filled his nose. He would’ve leapt for joy, but his bones ached and all he wanted to do was immediately drop to the ground and sleep. A second later he had dropped to the ground and was now sleeping with a little ease in his heart.
Sorry for not being on for a while, had some stuff to take care of. Just to be clear does my cats story have to be able to be backed up by another thread or something like that
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Re: ShadowClan Joining & Rejoining
