ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Kolabear360]

Originally Posted by RosePelt145

Wolfeye chuckled, purring, and curled his tail around his paws. "I'm doing alright. I have no trouble getting around the camp, if that is what you mean. I was about to go out to the lake for some fresh air. Would you like to join me? It's much more fun when I'm with somebody." As he waited for the younger cat's answer, he sensed the she-cat's smiling expression, her kind friendliness. Maybe he would finally have a friend.

“Ok.” Shortsoul responded happily. She looked down. “ how do you do it?” She asked “If I couldn’t see I would die. She looked up at him. “You must be pretty brave to be able to do this. “ She smiled at him.

[Brilliance]

Papayakit didn't like being stuck in the nursery. It was absolutely boring! The smell of milk mingled around, and the other exhausted queens and their unruly kits. This princess needed her own space, but she was sharing it with her littermate; Magnoliakit. Truth be told, that was the only kit Papayakit could stand. The others weren't worthy of her presence. She was a princess after all, Honeythistle made sure that both of them were spoiled. The small kit stayed huddled in a corner, her eyes rolling back for a moment out of boredom. The calico blinked her yellow gaze, frowning for a moment. She let out a tiny yawn, then brought up a paw to lick. When she set it back down, her paw came in contact with something....leafy. It was coiled into a ball of moss, igniting her interest. Like the kit she was, she entered into a playful crouch, eyeing the catball with a curious expression. She used a paw to swat at it, a little giggle coming from her before she rolled the ball, and started tumbling after it. Papayakit may had held a high sense of confidence, but like any other, she was pretty sweet and cute whenever she allowed little tendencies of a kit-like nature to take hold of her. With doey yellow optics, she called to her littermate, "Magnoliakit! Come play with me!" She kicked the moss ball with a paw to roll it to her sister dearest.

@Mayflower

[Mayflower]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Papayakit didn't like being stuck in the nursery. It was absolutely boring! The smell of milk mingled around, and the other exhausted queens and their unruly kits. This princess needed her own space, but she was sharing it with her littermate; Magnoliakit. Truth be told, that was the only kit Papayakit could stand. The others weren't worthy of her presence. She was a princess after all, Honeythistle made sure that both of them were spoiled. The small kit stayed huddled in a corner, her eyes rolling back for a moment out of boredom. The calico blinked her yellow gaze, frowning for a moment. She let out a tiny yawn, then brought up a paw to lick. When she set it back down, her paw came in contact with something....leafy. It was coiled into a ball of moss, igniting her interest. Like the kit she was, she entered into a playful crouch, eyeing the catball with a curious expression. She used a paw to swat at it, a little giggle coming from her before she rolled the ball, and started tumbling after it. Papayakit may had held a high sense of confidence, but like any other, she was pretty sweet and cute whenever she allowed little tendencies of a kit-like nature to take hold of her. With doey yellow optics, she called to her littermate, "Magnoliakit! Come play with me!" She kicked the moss ball with a paw to roll it to her sister dearest.

@Mayflower

Magnoliakit despised the nursery as well. She was a princess, her father's princess, and to hear the sounds of other kits squealing and shouting made her want to scream. She much preferred being out in the clearing, although she had only been there once. The area was quieter, larger, and it smelled better.
The diluted calico fur that belonged to the shekit rose up and down slowly as she slept, her small body curled up against her mother. Magnoliakit was sleeping peacefully until she felt something she wasn't familiar with touch her forehead. It definitely wasn't her family, and it didn't even feel like a cat. The kit's spring green eyes snapped open quickly and she looked at the thing right by her nose, crossing her eyes to do so. It seemed like a moss ball had rolled over to her. Curious thing that she was, Magnoliakit stretched out her small body and yawned, blinking slowly to wake up. She padded over to the moss ball and looked at it for a while. Then she heard her sister's voice and her calico ears perked up.
Papayakit was the only other kit in the nursery that Magnoliakit liked other than herself. Although, of course, she was almost forced to like her. They were sisters, after all. The two looked mostly similar, their main difference between their eyes. Papayakit's were a beautiful yellow, while Magnoliakit's were a spring green color. If Magnoliakit had to be honest, she liked hers better. Batting the moss ball back with a delicate paw, Magnoliakit turned her large irises onto Papayakit. "Here it comes, Papayakit!"

[graves]

Originally Posted by Charmer

As the medicine cat leaned against her and purred, Nightpaw purred right back. "I love you too," she said warmly. "You're my very best friend." She let herself linger there with Daydream, the two of them warm and safe for the moment in each other's company. Nightpaw would have never thought on the day she had stumbled into the woods bleeding and torn up that it would have turned out to be one of the luckiest days of her life. She had found a new home. She had met this wonderful cat who cared so much for others even though they acted grouchy sometimes. On that day, she was sure she was going to die. Instead, a new life had begun. "I've thought of what I want my warrior name to be," she said. "I'm going to ask Goldenstar if I can be called 'Luckynight.' When I've learned more and I'm closer, that is." It was the best name she could think of. It let her keep elements of the two names she'd had, and it captured what her first night in Shadowclan had turned out to be.

best friend. daydream hadnt had one of those since cricketpaw had been slaughtered. the term felt reserved almost, for her. they had been hesitant to bond close towards anyone else again after that. they had been so close. trained together. even under the same mentor, tied at the hip. gone. but daydream had grown since then obviously, the murder had been so long ago.it didnt mean it still didnt sting, but they were healing, slowly. and with that meant new friendships.

¨youre my bestfriend, too.¨

they had never felt words more true come out of their maw. hearing her ideas for her warrior name, they were slightly shocked. had it been that long ago, since nightpaw had merely been lucky, wounded and living off of daydreams herbs and command? it felt like it was yesterday. it was almost like a sibling, watching them grow up. ¨i think luckynight suits you more then simple nightpaw. a unique name for a unique cat.¨

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

[Sorry I'm late!]

Wolfhowl was pulled out of her thoughts by Hollowflame. She glanced over at the handsome tabby. "Hi." She purred in greeting. "I'm doing fine, you?" She added sitting up straight. Rapping her tail over her paws she licked the frog off her whiskers.

[Ah it's so short. :P]
@Okapi @Foggy22 @Constellation @FadingEchoes little bump.

(I don't recall a group RP....is Orangepaw suppose to be here?)

[FadingEchoes]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

[Sorry I'm late!]

Wolfhowl was pulled out of her thoughts by Hollowflame. She glanced over at the handsome tabby. "Hi." She purred in greeting. "I'm doing fine, you?" She added sitting up straight. Rapping her tail over her paws she licked the frog off her whiskers.

[Ah it's so short. :P]
@Okapi @Foggy22 @Constellation @FadingEchoes little bump.

"Oh I'm quite well." He purred, his tail coming to curl around his forepaws as he spoke to her.
(Ah! Really bad writer's block.)

[Charmer]

Originally Posted by king kaleb!

best friend. daydream hadnt had one of those since cricketpaw had been slaughtered. the term felt reserved almost, for her. they had been hesitant to bond close towards anyone else again after that. they had been so close. trained together. even under the same mentor, tied at the hip. gone. but daydream had grown since then obviously, the murder had been so long ago.it didnt mean it still didnt sting, but they were healing, slowly. and with that meant new friendships.

¨youre my bestfriend, too.¨

they had never felt words more true come out of their maw. hearing her ideas for her warrior name, they were slightly shocked. had it been that long ago, since nightpaw had merely been lucky, wounded and living off of daydreams herbs and command? it felt like it was yesterday. it was almost like a sibling, watching them grow up. ¨i think luckynight suits you more then simple nightpaw. a unique name for a unique cat.¨

Nightpaw pulled away at last, grinning at Daydream's praise of her idea. "I hope Goldenstar lets me have it." She snuggled in close to Daydream as she took another bite of squirrel, enjoying the savory taste. Now that she'd been eating freshkill for a while, the idea of eating kittypet food definitely had less appeal. As she chewed, she listened the the chilly morning wind stir the fallen leaves and needles, purring as she stayed nice and warm curled up there with Daydream. "Goldenstar wants me to look after the elders today before we do any training. What are you going to be doing?" she asked simply. Daydreams daily routine was so different from an apprentices' or a warrior from what she'd seen. She wondered briefly what it would be like to spend most of the day in a den, and know all of those different plants. I don't know how I would learn all of that if I were a medicine cat. I can't tell one leaf from another.

[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Beau

Halfgaze padded into the clearing, shaking water off of her paws in turn as she walked. Her short hunting trip had led her to one of the boggier parts of Shadowclan and some muck still clung to her feet. A single lizard swung from her jaws as she headed for the clearing. Halfgaze had always enjoyed short early morning hunts to wake herself up and had limited herself to one catch so that she would make it back to camp in time to carry out any duties that still needed to be completed. Now that she was in the camp, however, the deputy found that everything seemed to be going swimmingly. She had assigned patrols the evening before and it seemed that the necessary ones had already left. The camp, which had been dead when she left, was now a bustle of activity. Halfgaze dropped her lizard on the pile and looked around for a place to sit for a moment and give her paws and legs a quick once over. Her mismatched eyes landed on Cardinalsnake and a little smile leapt to her face. It was always nice to spend some time with old friends.
Still smiling, Halfgaze walked over to her friend, creeping up at the last second to try to throw a paw over his eyes and crow, "Guess who!" Laughing, the molly sat down beside the russet tom and started grooming the wet fur. "Good morning!" She chirped, focusing her dual-colored eyes on Cardinalsnake as she washed the dirty water from her paws.

The russet somali let out an unprofessional yelp as he felt wet paws covering his eyes, surprising him. The voice that spoke was familiar and even as they were speaking, the tom had identified the owner of the voice. “Halfgaze,” he answered in teasing annoyance. Just then he had let out an embarrassing yelp. He was not supposed to yelp. That was weird. He grumbled before he turned to her and put on a small smile. Although he was not happy that he had yelped, he was thankful for her company. He was starting to get lonely and really needed to socialise. “Good morning,” he greeted. His voice was nowhere near as cheerful as hers, but he was happy to see her, and it showed through his eyes, rather than through his voice. “Have you been swimming? RiverClan’s supposed to be the ones swimming, not us,” Cardinalsnake remarked, wrinkling his nose in disgust as he watched her wash her paws. He wasn’t disgusted by the fact that she was washing dirty water from her paws, and he wasn’t even disgusted by the thought that despite being normal cats, RiverClan swam. No, that didn’t bother him much. Instead, he was disgusted that his perfect fur was now damp with dirty water. “You know how I feel about getting my fur dirty. I need to look my best at all times,” he complained. He didn’t sound angry though. He wasn’t mad, just disappointed that he had to fix his fur up again. Halfgaze was one of those cats that he couldn’t be mad. One reason was because she was the deputy and if he lost his cool, she could punish him for accidentally offending or hurting her (though he doubted she would do such a thing to him) and second, she was his best friend and he just couldn’t get mad at her, no matter what she did he had to keep his cool. Cardinalsnake could be a pretty nasty cat if someone ruffled his fur the wrong way, both idiomatically and literally. He could be an absolute angel and acted as one every day, but he was truly rather dark on the inside. After all, he was Cardinalsnake for a reason.

[bobtail]

Originally Posted by Role

Berrypaw stared up at Palegleam with a condensending look. "Ugh, whatever," he sighed. The tabby stood up, his expression nonchalant and unexcited. He would rather have a different mentor than this unexpeirienced warrior. Berrypaw looked off at the camp entrance. Two of his siblings were already out there. He could've been out there too. Willowpaw was already memorizing the territory, and he was positive Hollypaw was looking at the borders. Owlpaw was still looking for her mentor. Berrypaw rolled his eyes. They better get moving. "Where are we going to?"

Palegleam paused, taking a deep breath to make sure she stayed calm. It was far too soon to be getting annoyed. Most new apprentices were impatient, wanting to learn and do everything the second they were allowed out of camp. She couldn't blame Berrypaw. But she did need to try and gain his respect, so she forced her voice to stay level and confident as she meowed, "We'll head along the RiverClan border first; there's a great hunting spot on the way back from that corner of our territory. " Yes, that should work. Then she could quickly assess what Berrypaw already knew of hunting and figure out what to teach him. Hopefully that would satisfy him for today...

[graves]

Originally Posted by Okapi

A random queen entered the den,” Goosekit has a little kitcough and decided to climb onto the nursery den and jump off...he hit a rock and broke a few bones. Deal with him, I think the effect of his mother not being around aught to be a good lesson to him.” She walked out leaving Goosekit on the floor.

Goosekit coughed and his body shook violently and he teared from the pain of coughing Mother says it’s just a kitcough. Just a moon of not playing and I’ll be better he whimpered in pain.

Originally Posted by Okapi

Soaringkit gazed at Daydream They must be lying...but I'll be truthful
. she gulped,"That's what adult cats do. Elders shove kits aside, most warriors insult kits or prod me over with a sharp pick of their sheathed claw, as at the right angle it can hurt. Kits sneak attack me. Apprentice kick me. My father spits on me and occasionally claws me with an unsheathed claw for talking to loud. My mother shoves me around for being in the way. Its what all cats are like. Keeping your head down makes it happen less." She meowed confused as to why Daydream wasn't hurting her.

daydream wanted to claw the queen that had brought goosekit in, basically throwing the poor tom in here. broken bones? kitten cough? it was more urgent then the molly realized. ¨maybe you should learn to care about others and been watching him,¨ they snapped, picking up goosekit bt the scuff gently put him in a clean, and soft nest, huridly nudging the small body with their nose to inspect him. ¨where do you hurt on your body,goosekit?¨ they mewed gently. both broken bones and kitten cough were deadly at such a young age.
//
daydream furrowed their brows,¨thats not what adult cats normally do. they shouldnt hurt you, or others in any way, shape, or form.¨ they mewed protectively. something was obviously wrong, it was obvious to them that soaringkit was being abused at home. ¨im your medicien cat. i heal you, its obvious that you arent suppose to hurt if theres a healer to prevent, that, yeah?¨

Originally Posted by Seam Ripper

The darkness around Burrpaw lightened more and the ice that held him paralyzed melted away little by little. He managed to give a little whimper to tell Daydream the herbs were working. He was gently slipping back into the realm of the living, being pulled out of limbo by the medicine cat. Burrpaw knew he owed them a thank you when he managed to wake up. He wanted to show Daydream just how much he appreciated them and their time and effort. His breaths became normal and steadier, his lungs taking in more oxygen to compensate for the previous loss. For a moment, Burrpaw's anchor slipped from his mind, having been replaced by a new one: the determination to thank Daydream. But Badger quickly returned to Burrpaw's thoughts. He had to know that the WindClan apprentice was okay. He just had to! He struggled to claw his way out of the lightened void. Faster and faster he pulled forward until finally he found the strength the open his eyes halfway.

at the sight of him opening his eyes, even if it was just a little, daydream felt a weight lifted off of their shoulders. so many had been injured form this battle, they felt thankful to simply save a few, if not more. they doubted he could talk, so they decided to explain what was going on instead,¨hey burrpaw,¨ they mewed softly, not wanting to overwhelm him,¨you faced many deep wounds from the battle. im treating them now so they should hurt less. just try to steady your breathing for me, okay? that all i want you to do.¨ they mewed, placing more soothing poultice onto the wounds. this would clear them of infection and sooth them. ¨youll be okay.¨

Originally Posted by Charmer

@king kaleb!

Risingstorm was limping noticeably by the time she made it back camp and into the medicine den. The fluffy, grey shecat's legs were wet with blood and her creme-colored chest fur had lost clumps of fur. The blood there was beginning to dry at least. Nevertheless, the warrior carried herself with a quiet dignity. When she spoke, her voice was soft and sweet like a mother's voice, though shed had no kits and planned not to. "I'm sorry to bother you, Daydream. I'm sure it's nothing, but I met a rogue at the border and, well." The shecat went to lick one of her scratched up forelegs but winced as she did so.

hearing the shecat pad inside, daydreams ears immediately perked. they were in duty asoon as an inured cat walked within though thresholds. their eyes scanned her body instantly. a limp? indicated a shoulder, leg or paw injury. dried blood seemed to be littering her fur, and this made their eyes narrow slightly. they needed to be cleaned as soon as possible to prevent infection. they padded close to the molly, walking her to a clean nest. ¨seems like basic battle injuries. i should have enough for what you need.¨ they mewed, walking over to their den herb wall. it was fuller since going to skyclan for herbs, something daydream had been grateful for. as they looked for certain herbs, they piped up,¨may i ask what the fight was about?¨