ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Leucos]

A grey tabby she cat walked across the clearing to the fresh kill pile she sighed she spotted a nice plump mouse at the bottom she smiled with a flick of her tail now walking up to the pile and leaned forward grabbing the mouse. Halfheart looked around to see many warriors she snorted and walked over to a space where it was away from most warriors . She was an introvert which meant she kept to herself a lot her green eyes scanned the clearing again and layed down now starting to eat the mouse and savoring the flavour . The she cat watched many warriors talk with each other some play fighting some arguing she grunted and took another bite how can they be so...happy? It's ...disgusting almost..

Halfhearts tail curled and uncurled then flicked she licked her lips and placed a paw on her mouse her ears perked up as she heard some birds chirping she looked up at the sky and released a long sigh oh starclan then she took another bite @Sasukewolf (madness) @Sasukewolf (madness) @Sasukewolf (madness)

[Fel]

They had lost- ShadowClan had allied with WindClan during the battle, and even though the warrior hadn't participated in the conflict, the loss still hit her, didn't it? It hit everyone, though perhaps not as hard as it would affect the clan of the moors their own group had banded together to assist. Letting out a long, dissappointed sigh, Marigoldfur's morale had certainly dropped, if she had any morale to begin with in the first place. She had made a lot of bad desicions, and she was too stubborn to admit. Padding out into the clearing, the cream-colored senior warrior's green eyes shone with the feeling of defeat, perhaps in more ways than one. She had pride in her clan, but they had still been defeated, and she hadn't gotten the chance to even fight! "...Disappointing." She murmured, shaking her head to take a seat by the fresh-kill pile.
@king kaleb!

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Casual Scribbles

"Okay, Momma." She meowed. But I felt wind in my dream! RiverClan doesn't have that kind of wind! It couldn't have been RiverClan, could it have? Eclipsekit stretched and yawned. "Do you want to play?" She asked. She'd be mad into and apprentice soon and wanted to take advantage of every last opportunity she had to play before her mentor took over her time.

She purred,” Alright. You can pick the game.” She meowed truthfully. After all she didn’t remember all them that well..

[Casual Scribbles]

Originally Posted by 2018 Okapi

She purred,” Alright. You can pick the game.” She meowed truthfully. After all she didn’t remember all them that well..

Eclipsekit scraped at the moss beneath her paws. Rolling it into a ball, she grinned mischievously up at Raspberrybubble, who was no longer that much taller than the kit. "How about mossball?"

[Casual Scribbles]

Originally Posted by king kaleb!

"Good," they mewed. now that burrpaws initial wounds were taken care of, they started cleaning him up, getting the dirt out of his fur, or the dried blood clots out, things like that. their tongue was gentle as they groomed him, not wanting to reopen any wounds. "Im going to let your mentor know that you wont be able to train for awhile. you need to rest."

[Wow! I'm so sorry for taking so long! This got lost in my notifications!]

"Okay," Burrpaw meowed. He could feel the strength ebbing back into his body. Daydream's tongue was comforting as it rasped over his short fur. He supposed it wouldn't be a bad thing if he had an extra grooming now and then, rather than once a moon as he usually did. I suppose I won't be able to meet with Badger tomorrow like I promised. He expected Daydream would be watching the apprentice like a hawk, their eyes never leaving the injured. Perhaps he could find a way to sneak out at sundown.

[fresh]

Originally Posted by Charmer

@blue jellie

Nightpaw nodded and forced herself to take a deep breath as she began to lead Daydream on through the clearing. It came out in a squeaking half-sob. It's going to be ok. Daydream is right. They can fix this. They're the best medicine cat in all the clans. All the world, probably, Nightpaw thought to herself. Her stomach was still in knots as they exited the camp, taking off as a brisk run as she looked over her shoulder to make sure Daydream was still following. "This way!" she called out. Hang on, Snowpaw! I've got help, so just hang on!

(Shall we move this to territory? Blue can go next to set the scene.)

oh im starting lol let me get to that

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

Originally Posted by Cheshire cat

A grey tabby she cat walked across the clearing to the fresh kill pile she sighed she spotted a nice plump mouse at the bottom she smiled with a flick of her tail now walking up to the pile and leaned forward grabbing the mouse. Halfheart looked around to see many warriors she snorted and walked over to a space where it was away from most warriors . She was an introvert which meant she kept to herself a lot her green eyes scanned the clearing again and layed down now starting to eat the mouse and savoring the flavour . The she cat watched many warriors talk with each other some play fighting some arguing she grunted and took another bite how can they be so...happy? It's ...disgusting almost..

Halfhearts tail curled and uncurled then flicked she licked her lips and placed a paw on her mouse her ears perked up as she heard some birds chirping she looked up at the sky and released a long sigh oh starclan then she took another bite @Sasukewolf (madness) @Sasukewolf (madness) @Sasukewolf (madness)

Killpaw jumps out rolling on the ground a bit as he looks at Lostface who steps forward and smirks “ what’s wrong kid? Given up ?” He asks playfully as Killpaw growls “ shut up! I was a rouge too!” Lostface laughs softly “ now your a small cutie. Come on let’s go say hi to someone.” Killpaw growls “ no!” Lostface smiles “ yes~ “

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Raindancer

Nighthawk started slightly when Stagflight gently made contact. But he turned his bright blue eyes to the resting tom with warmth. Stagflight didn't think less of him--or didn't seem to. He was genuinely sorry, thought it hadn't been his fault in the slightest. How kind. Night thought. Shows of affection were certainly rare for him, but Night was quietly happy. He gave Stagflight another small smile, dipping his head in thanks for the cheering words. Nighthawk's spirits rose, he was glad that Stagflight had stopped to talk to him.

"I would...very much like that." He wrapped his tail around his paws as he settled down. The sunlight sank into his pelt and he was grateful for the calm moment. Night watched Stagflight, trying to think of something to say. He dreaded the thought of small talk--thought only because he was quite terrible at it. Words didn't like his mouth too much, often falling out in all the wrong ways. The other tom was certainly very cheerful, and talking to him wasn't as hard as it was with others. How could he learn more about his new friend..?

Nighthawk stood slowly, stretching. He blinked the sun out of his eyes. "Hungry? You must be after that patrol. What...can I get you?" Two in one. Help Stagflight relax and have his first meal, and discover what kind of fresh-kill he likes. Night thought, pleased with the idea. He wasn't trying to be sneaky--he was just terrible at small talk and too shy to ask outright.

The big Maine coon smiled, then ducked his head and flattened the russet and white fur of his chest, feeling the purr deepen slightly. Triumph gleamed in his eyes as he looked back towards the rather unusual looking tom. He had to admit, Nighthawk was rather handsome. He snorted quietly at the thought, trying to push it away. It was meaningless, because he doubted that Nighthawk was like him. He was open about it, and didn't care about the scorn it earned him. Why should he? Flicking his tail, Stag sat up straighter and looked at Nighthawk for a moment, pushing the question to the back of his mind for another time, where it continued to nag at him.

He nodded, but said nothing in response. It wasn't really needed in this situation, and he enjoyed the since that the two had temporarily settled in to. It was a relaxed silence, without any noticeable tension. Or he didn't think so, but who knows. He did feel like something should be said, but he was unsure of what. He found talking to others quite easy a lot of the time. And now was no real exception to that. But, he wasn't quite sure what to say for a moment. Humming quietly to help him think, he looked around the camp. It was bustling with activity as usually.

The large, long furred warrior blinked when Nighthawk spoke first, rather surprised actually. He'd picked up that the other tom seemed rather quiet and unsure. He was happy though, and it seemed that so was Nighthawk. At least just a little bit. “I am, thank you,” he purred, dipping his head in thanks. “Hmm... moorhen would be nice, if there is any,” he decided after a moment. He did rather enjoy moorhen, that was for sure. It was possibly his favorite, at least for the time being. Who knows, maybe he'd find something he liked better one day.

[Leucos]

Originally Posted by Sasukewolf (madness)

Killpaw jumps out rolling on the ground a bit as he looks at Lostface who steps forward and smirks “ what’s wrong kid? Given up ?” He asks playfully as Killpaw growls “ shut up! I was a rouge too!” Lostface laughs softly “ now your a small cutie. Come on let’s go say hi to someone.” Killpaw growls “ no!” Lostface smiles “ yes~ “

Halfhearts ears twitched as she heard two other warriors a smile crept on her face she couldn't help but giggle which turned to laughter but cleared her throat taking one more bite of the mouse . wow I wonder how many arguments those two would have she yawned and stretched out her tail flicked when she looked around again then she just layed back down , she can be rather lazy at times as well sure she will do things when she wanted to but when others tell her to nah. Halfheart sat up and groomed her chest fur her whiskers twitched a few times then she scratched her ear eliciting a purr. The she cats nose twitched smelling the fresh air and smiled most of the time she normally slept in the warriors den but once in a while she did enjoy being outside although she didn't exactly like having to work others if needed she preferred to hunt alone . But she is a clan cat not a rogue or loner or a kittypet thank starclan for that . @Broken Madness

[Raindancer]

Originally Posted by Vortex

The big Maine coon smiled, then ducked his head and flattened the russet and white fur of his chest, feeling the purr deepen slightly. Triumph gleamed in his eyes as he looked back towards the rather unusual looking tom. He had to admit, Nighthawk was rather handsome. He snorted quietly at the thought, trying to push it away. It was meaningless, because he doubted that Nighthawk was like him. He was open about it, and didn't care about the scorn it earned him. Why should he? Flicking his tail, Stag sat up straighter and looked at Nighthawk for a moment, pushing the question to the back of his mind for another time, where it continued to nag at him.

He nodded, but said nothing in response. It wasn't really needed in this situation, and he enjoyed the since that the two had temporarily settled in to. It was a relaxed silence, without any noticeable tension. Or he didn't think so, but who knows. He did feel like something should be said, but he was unsure of what. He found talking to others quite easy a lot of the time. And now was no real exception to that. But, he wasn't quite sure what to say for a moment. Humming quietly to help him think, he looked around the camp. It was bustling with activity as usually.

The large, long furred warrior blinked when Nighthawk spoke first, rather surprised actually. He'd picked up that the other tom seemed rather quiet and unsure. He was happy though, and it seemed that so was Nighthawk. At least just a little bit. “I am, thank you,” he purred, dipping his head in thanks. “Hmm... moorhen would be nice, if there is any,” he decided after a moment. He did rather enjoy moorhen, that was for sure. It was possibly his favorite, at least for the time being. Who knows, maybe he'd find something he liked better one day.

Nighthawk dipped his head, then went to make his way over to the fresh-kill pile. He enjoyed talking with Stagflight. He didn't feel the pressure to talk like he did with other cats. Night could take his time gathering his thoughts without feeling guilty or rushed. The silence between them was comfortable, amiable, even. Not awkward and heavy. Nightwing had arrived, and gently nosed through the pile, searching for the requested bird. He found one, much to his delight, and headed back over.

As he walked, he watched Stagflight rest comfortably, soaking in the sun. He certainly was a handsome tom... though Night pushed that thought into the back of his mind. He'd been hurt before when he confessed and was far from eager to repeat the experience. Besides, he'd only just met Stagflight today--he was jumping ahead of himself. Friends first. He chided himself. Friends first. You don't want to scare him away.

Nighthawk placed the moorhen between himself and the other tom, sitting down. "Here you are." He nudged the bird closer to Stagflight gently with his paw. He blinked slowly, blue eyes pleased. He was glad to do something for his new companion, and even more so to discover a little more about him. Night had forgotten how...fun it could be, to make new friends. If quiet conversation was your kind of fun. Nighthawk was surprised to find himself connecting so well with the louder, sociable, charismatic tom. They were opposites in all but size, but Night found he kind of enjoyed the subtle change of pace.