♧SpiderPaw♧
Male | 11 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Mentor: Bristle’Thorn | Posts:
14/100
sleek, small black tom with sapphire eyes and long scar on his side
Purrks: Flock Together T1 [ACTIVE]
Interaction For: @Marigoldwhisper
Okay, the near-warrior apprentice was desperate. His eyes rapidly scanned the clearing for available warriors, perhaps some that have offered him help before, then he spotted a younger warrior. What was it again? Ah- Mudslide! The cat just went through their assessment recently so they would be a good help!
He carefully padded up to the warrior, holding his head higher to try and match their height. He was shorter than most toms his age which was irritating enough, though he was sure he would grow tall. “Excuse me- MudSlide? Could you maybe help me with some hunt training if you’re available?” His voice was filled with hope, partially due to the fact he didn’t want to go find another warrior to ask.
♧SpiderPaw♧
Male | 11 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Mentor: Bristle’Thorn | Posts:
14/100
sleek, small black tom with sapphire eyes and long scar on his side
Purrks: Flock Together T1 [ACTIVE]
Interaction For: @Marigoldwhisper
Okay, the near-warrior apprentice was desperate. His eyes rapidly scanned the clearing for available warriors, perhaps some that have offered him help before, then he spotted a younger warrior. What was it again? Ah- Mudslide! The cat just went through their assessment recently so they would be a good help!
He carefully padded up to the warrior, holding his head higher to try and match their height. He was shorter than most toms his age which was irritating enough, though he was sure he would grow tall. “Excuse me- MudSlide? Could you maybe help me with some hunt training if you’re available?” His voice was filled with hope, partially due to the fact he didn’t want to go find another warrior to ask.
Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\15 moons\Shadowclan
"I miss the yellow. I miss the yellin' and the shake downs."
The lean she-cat perked her ears as somecat approached her. Was she starting to look less intimidating as of late? It just seemed the amount of cats who decided to spark conversation with her was spiking. She wasn't sure if she liked that fact. Guessing purely by size, this cat may be a newly appointed apprentice, but who was she to judge. Nocat could control their height, so she just gave the stranger the benefit of the doubt.
"Sure," Mudslide said, her voice as thin as a soft sheet of ice. While they couldn't go outside of camp, some prey were unfortunate enough to make their way inside. Mudslide wasn't sure she'd be the best at explaining things, especially considering she'd never wanted an apprentice in the first place. But, this cat was just asking and he seemed bearable enough.... Until he wasn't.
So, his name was Spiderpaw, pretty short, with a dark pelt. Mudslide would watch out for him, just incase he made the mistake of thinking they were pal's and decided to get all buddy buddy with her. Not a chance.
"Listen," Mudslide urged as she got to a quieter spot in the clearing, as far away from other cats as she could get in the shade of a large tree.
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♧SpiderPaw♧
Male | 11 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Mentor: Bristle’Thorn | Posts: 19/100
sleek, small black tom with sapphire eyes and long scar on his side
Purrks: Flock Together T1 [ACTIVE]
Interaction For: @Marigoldwhisper (help how do I get this boy to 100 posts in less then a month?! I’m asking for a friend )
Thank goodness the warrior accepted. He really wasn’t in the mood to approach too many other cats who all seemed busy with warrior stuff. Sheesh…soon that would be him huh? All busy and stuff? The thought of being more independent excited him but it also sounded scary, especially having to go into warrior-hood alone.
When the warrior went to the quieter spot he followed, knowing it was for the best of in-camp hunting. He tried to make sure his paw-steps were almost silent to try and not alert prey. How did- no. He know where his mind would wander if he finished that sentence, then he wouldn’t be able to continue training with a clear head. Okay. He took a deep breath in. Listen? Okay. He could also do that. His ears perked up as he scented the air, his gaze darting around the growth nearby. He suddenly heard a small rustle in the leaves, immediately going into a hunters crouch. He hadn’t hunted in quite a bit, causing some messiness in his form. His legs weren’t quite bent enough and his tail was too high in the air. Small things, but still things he should have caught himself doing wrong. At his age, being as close as he could be the his ceremony, every thought of his was criticism to himself. He let his legs push off the ground and to the bushes by where the animal made sound. He felt his paw land on something then—scurry. It was a mouse and it was trying to run. It was a bit slower per the damage he had already inflicted. He immediately leapt again, aiming to land a bit in front of it but as it ran forwards his paws landed conveniently on the mouse and he made the killing blow.
♧SpiderPaw♧
Male | 11 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Mentor: Bristle’Thorn | Posts: 19/100
sleek, small black tom with sapphire eyes and long scar on his side
Purrks: Flock Together T1 [ACTIVE]
Interaction For: @Marigoldwhisper (help how do I get this boy to 100 posts in less then a month?! I’m asking for a friend )
Thank goodness the warrior accepted. He really wasn’t in the mood to approach too many other cats who all seemed busy with warrior stuff. Sheesh…soon that would be him huh? All busy and stuff? The thought of being more independent excited him but it also sounded scary, especially having to go into warrior-hood alone.
When the warrior went to the quieter spot he followed, knowing it was for the best of in-camp hunting. He tried to make sure his paw-steps were almost silent to try and not alert prey. How did- no. He know where his mind would wander if he finished that sentence, then he wouldn’t be able to continue training with a clear head. Okay. He took a deep breath in. Listen? Okay. He could also do that. His ears perked up as he scented the air, his gaze darting around the growth nearby. He suddenly heard a small rustle in the leaves, immediately going into a hunters crouch. He hadn’t hunted in quite a bit, causing some messiness in his form. His legs weren’t quite bent enough and his tail was too high in the air. Small things, but still things he should have caught himself doing wrong. At his age, being as close as he could be the his ceremony, every thought of his was criticism to himself. He let his legs push off the ground and to the bushes by where the animal made sound. He felt his paw land on something then—scurry. It was a mouse and it was trying to run. It was a bit slower per the damage he had already inflicted. He immediately leapt again, aiming to land a bit in front of it but as it ran forwards his paws landed conveniently on the mouse and he made the killing blow.
Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\15 moons\Shadowclan
"I miss the yellow. I miss the yellin' and the shake downs."
As Mudslide watched, she took note of somethings. Spiderpaw had the sense to drop into a low crouch, but he didn't have any sense to lower his stalky tail that could've easily carried their predator stench towards the prey. A rookie mistake, but not anything Mudslide would beat him over the head for. To her surprise, he actually caught it, a mouse. Mudslide cocked her head ever so slightly as sunlight briefly caught onto her brown thin pelt. Praise lingered at her lips for awhile and there was a long, uncomfortable pause, before she gave air to her words.
"Good," she said, her voice stiff and monotone. Mudslide winced internally. Couldn't she put more emphasis in her joy? But perhaps that wouldn't be Mudslide, that would only be a show. But she was proud of him. Since Mudslide didn't fear the tense awkwardness of silence in new interactions (in fact she quite liked it, it gave her an opportunity to think about whether she should say something or nothing at all), she decided to give it a shot. "Good." She repeated, urging something a bit more jubilant in her wispy voice. Whether or not it came through as genuine was something she wasn't going to worry about, she tried, certainly more than her mother ever did.
She tapped a claw onto the ground and flicked her ears. Here, put the prey here. She then shook her head like a dog shaking water off themselves. Her ears beat against her head and blazed a bright red in the sudden streaks of sunlight. Look here, look at her. Perhaps a commotion as big as that would get the message across. She then dropped low into a crouch, lowering her plumy tail and her head. She pinned her ears back and tensed her muscles. She then looked up to Spiderpaw and flicked her blue eyes from him to her own paws. See? See? That is how a hunting crouch should be done.
"Now, what does..." A pause. A cough. Many coughs. "A. Mouse. Smell like?"
(Reaching 100 posts is still a challenge for me, but my only advice would be to make a interaction/relations finder which offers a bunch of new interactions. Also, if you're 13, you should hop onto the WCO discord server and ask for interactions there! Honestly, being in the server in general is a good way to get into roleplays. If you aren't 13 though, I'd be happy to share news about any shc roleplays via VM's!)
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-When You Grow Up, Your Heat Dies
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