Doeflame walked over to the Shadowledge, her gait stiff due to the bite on her leg. It wasn't bad enough to go to the medicine cats about, but bad enough to hurt. Wincing, Doeflame sat down at looked up at Dawnstar.
Silkkit pops his head from the nursery and pads over to join his Clanmates. He hadn't heard too much about the mink battle beforepaw, but he knew Hawkbite had gone. Worried, he sniffed around for the Enforcer Commander. He was the only person in this Clan he actually liked, and he'd be upset if he'd gotten hurt.
Hawkbite was a little irritable about the mink fight. Moreso at his apprentice than anyone else. He dove straight into the fight and had the mink distracted only for the apprentice to never make a show. Should he be worried? Perhaps. Was he? Only a little. Eggpaw was dragging this training thing on for too long. Brownpaw would surely make for better time with this.
The Commander trekked over to the Shadowledge at the call from the leader. A small figure caught his attention and it instantly seemed to cheer him up. Hawkbite padded over and sat beside Silkkit, his tail tapping the younger cats shoulder in a silent greeting.
Quietpaw stalked over at Dawnstar's call. Her grandmother seemed in bad shape, no doubt from the mink fight. She'd wanted to participate, but alas, she was lacking battle training so she was benched at the moment.Though utterly frustrating it was understandable. The splotched she-cat took a seat a bit away from the crowd as usual and folded her plumy tail over her paws.
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Magpiepaw
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"Why pick them when I can do it so much better?"
Brown eyes searched the crowd as the short she-cat stood on her hind legs to get a better view. It was nearly impossible to see any cat with this kind of height! Ugh! How INFURIATING.
Regardless, very shiney pretty blue eyes caught her attention despite her issues with seeing from over this sea of cats that were way taller than her, which was totally not fair. She also noticed that this cat was quite a ways away from the rest of her clanmates. Magpiepaw snorted. Did they not like Shadowclan or something? Well, too bad for them, because Magpiepaw was about to march over there and say hello. Don't wanna socialize with your clanmates? Oh well! Magpiepaw was extremely interesting, she was positive this odd cat would at least be entertained by her.
With that, the young apprentice trotted up to the cat. As she got closer, she recognized them as Quietpaw. She smiled toothily as she sat next to them. "Meetings, huh? I wish I was at that mink fight, I would've been sooo good at it too! Well, maybe I'd be a lot better if Springblossom would pick up the pace on battle training." Magpiepaw shook her head, unashamed of the light shade she threw at her mentor. "I'm Magpiepaw, the best warrior there ever will be! You're Quietpaw, right?"
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❝Whatever will be, will be. Don't care what anyone else thinks.❞
-When You Grow Up, Your Heat Dies
Shrewstep swanned his way into the clearing, currently unencumbered by cobwebs and enjoying it. The scratches and bites on his chest and shoulder were a bit irritating, pulling against their scabs as he walked, but certainly of no danger to his overall health as long as he kept them clean. Marigoldleap had taught him that much in his time acting as something of an assistant, or fetcher, or whatever he had been as an individual tolerated by the previously quite cranky former medicine cat. He hoped Dawnstar would be discussing the battle, seeing as he had done a half-decent job and avoided his initial desire to assassinate a few bunnies. Shrewstep would quite like to bask in the glory whilst he had an opportunity and show off a bit for his 'friends' like Fiercefire. (Open)
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All hail the Rat Queen's!!
Shrewstep has Silver Tongue and Mind Reader purrks
Pit has Just a Scratch and Beefed Up Tier 2
Willowpaw shuffled out from the apprentices den, a part of her wondering what not-great news would said this meeting. Bad news happened about every meeting, if she knew ShadowClan.
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"We cannot change our destiny. We just have to have the courage to know what it is, and accept it."
Briarsplash perked up at Dawnstar's yowl. She was also a bit sore; once the adrenaline from the fight died down, only then had she felt the sting of her minor wounds and the ache of her pushed muscles.
She pushed herself to her paws with a sigh and padded out of the warriors den, squinting at the bright light. She came to a stop by the ledge and looked up at the looming form of the leader, knowing this was certainly going to include a report of the mink attack. ShadowClan fought bravely and displayed their strength, yet so few had shown up. Interesting.
The fluffy warrior straightened up and sat proudly, a glowing look in her eye as she waited for Dawnstar to begin the meeting.
Silkkit's paw raised in a motion to press the Commanders tail to his face, wanting to squish his face intothe soft fur that covered him. He let out a soft noise and stepped closer, sniffing Hawkbite. Though he smelled of many things he could not recognize, he didn't think he could smell any injuries on him, and it made the apprentice aged kit feel more at peace. "I heard you went to fight the minks.... Was worried 'bout you," he mumbled.
Sleepypaw attended the meeting, seating herself as close as she figuratively could to Miss Grandmama, carefully observing the older feline and wondering how the attack she had so wished to attend went.
Re: The Shadowledge
