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ShadowClan Warriors' Den
The hollow trunk of a fallen cedar sprawled out at the edge of the clearing between two cedars is the warriors' den. It's covered in moss and ferns, and extensive enough to fix several warriors. Those who overheat easily or prefer the outdoors can sleep on top of the moss-covered log. Directly across from the warriors' den is the elders' den and apprentices' den. |
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First! Frogkit was feeling sneaky, so the small 4 moon old kit crept into the warriors den, only to be caught by a warrior. OPEN for a warrrior to scold my boy.
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Doeflame had made her way into the warriors den, if only to quickly pick a nest for herself. She didn't intend to stay, but then she saw the kit. As if the warriors didn't have enough to do! With a huff, she was upon him in a few long strides, her mouth already grasping him firmly, and lifting him into the air. Sticking her head out of the den, she unceremoniously deposited him outside. Go away and STAY away! she grunted, before turning her back on the little urchin. Normally she wasn't this grumpy with kits, normally she liked them, but when they were in places they weren't supposed to be......sometime it was best to be firm. @Flowerfeather2000
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Is seemed the kit wanted to be even MORE annoying. Delightful, absolutely delightful. Turning back around with a huff of annoyance, Doeflame mewed tactfully Ah, but if you get in trouble you don't get to be a warrior. Only GOOD kits become apprentices, and only GREAT apprentices become warriors. So I would say your practice didn't really work. Turning back around, she contemplated her nest for a minute before purring If you wanted to practice, you could..........grab some fresh-kill for the elders. Apprentices and warrior do that ALL the time! Hah! She could outsmart a kit, that was for sure! And if he actually did it.......then he probably deserved to be an apprentice, didn't he? @Flowerfeather2000
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Fawnwhisper padded quietly into the room and looked over at the kit and the warrior. She decided she would make her nest in the corner, and chose the one where not many nests have been made, away from the action.
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I don't know if I should do that right now. I should probably go hunting. Doeflame mewed, becoming a bit selfconscious as to how long she'd spent in here. Not wanting to disappoint the kit however, she added But if you come by tomorrow I might have more time. And before the inevitable, or likely whining, she strode out the den. Off to hunt. @Flowerfeather2000
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{Ravenkit looked around. Spotting a little cranny he could squeeze through, he made a atmept to get to the warriors den. He squeezed in.} "Whoa!" {He said. Ravenkit sat down in the middle of the nest.} "I'm a warrior now!" {He saw a cat had woken up.} uh-oh!
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(Mind if I join like Bluekit is trying to get Ravenkit out of the Warriors den? @Star Wolf )
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-- @Redtalon -- Doetuft was somewhat asleep. Or well rather, the blind molly was drowsing off in her nest, the nest she had been sharing with Talonstone ever since they arrived and got settled into their new camp. It had become rather comfortable over the last few days, the occasional addition of a feather here and some moss there and it was overall just somewhere where she enjoyed being. Of course it was better when the white tom was there resting too, it all hit an extra degree of comfortableness. It wasn't like her to be drowsing off, but after having woken from a nightmare, she'd needed to sit still and wait out the shakiness that would overcome her body and the horrible thoughts and that was best done by just... existing for some time. And that was exactly what she'd been doing. Curled fully up, nose hidden in a particular spot of moss that smelled of the white tom that she wished hadn't gone on out on a patrol that early. They were independent beings but whenever a nightmare that Sagefeather dominated ravaged through her mind she needed the... steadiness of someone else. But now she was just there, curled up and resting until she felt like she would be ready to face life once again. |
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// @Arie
Sparkpaw wore quite the smug expression when she [the apprentice] went to wake up Talonstone [her mentor]. It was usually always the other way around; for a while, Sparkpaw wondered if he slept at all, with the way he routinely dragged her out of the Apprentice’s den at sunrise but retired for his own sleep never. In any case. Talonstone was normally more prepared than she was and it was annoying. But not this time! |
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-- @Redtalon -- If she'd not been drowsing she would've looked up and paid attention the singsong voice that was capable of reaching her sensitive ears even all the way back in the end of the warrior's den. But the brown tabby molly was still somewhat asleep. Or well, if drowsing could be classified as being asleep, she was just not paying much if any attention to her surroundings, looking instead inwards and trying to sort out the issues within there instead of focusing on the outside. This seemed to be her detriment as she heard an extremely loud and high pitched voice just right by her ear. And to be told she smelled was the least of the things she'd expected and lifting her head in a rush, ears flickering and forth trying to make any sense of it she smelled, exactly what had been said, and took a deep breath trying to get her senses on board. So. Start with the basics, there was an apprentice staring right into her nest, why was there an apprentice in the warriors den? What in the stars was she doing? Doetuft wanted a proper answer but first she had to wake up at least somewhat. And when she did she replayed the apprentice's words over in her head, 'you're the smell'. She didn't remember smelling of anything in particular, except for the fact that she had her nose buried in a small piece of moss that held... a particular cat's scent. But that was to be expected was it not? They were sharing a nest after all, had been... had been for a moon now. Nearly... two moons. Time moved much too fast for her liking. But... this was such a strange thing to say. And the only response she could blurt out was, "What? What... smell?" Because she knew she'd been called out for her Thunderclan scent before but she was quite sure that had been long since taken over by the pine scent of Shadowclan, but, as she drew in a deep breath, the oak smell was still there. Brief, hard to pin point, but the slight hint was still there. "What... smell.. are you talking about?" she questioned as she sat up in the nest, feeling saddened slightly by the loss of warmth as she uncurled. "Elaborate... please." Slowly she started to gain a better and better idea especially as she replayed the apprentice's words over. She knew this apprentice didn't she? The one with no filter. Sparkpaw. Snowflake's apprentice. Oh no, had he somehow roped her into checking in on her? Somehow... she doubted that. He wouldn't do such a thing, which meant... that the apprentice had come in looking for him. But it didn't give her the answers she wanted. |
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"Well?" Forestfrost asked, nestling deeper into his nest, dropping his voice so he could ask the other two the burning question inside of him, "Anyone going to leave?" he asked, his voice close to a whisper, looking into the eyes of Blackpelt, and Lionstone in turn. Blackpelt's Hazel eyes stared back at his yellow and blue ones, "No." she answered confidently, "I don't agreed with everything, but I will stay. This is my home, it has always been, leave if you want, but you'll be without me." Lionstone looked from Blackpelt to Forestfrost, his gray eyes filled in worry,"You aren't leaving, are you Forestfrost?" he asked,his tail twiching nerviously, normally Blackpelt would jump in and say, 'Of course he isn't!' but all she was doing now was watching him. "No," he replied, "but if you're gonna run away, don't expect me to cover your tail." Lionstone nodded weakly. Forestfrost looked at him, really looked, and saw fear in Lionstone's eyes, what if his old friend wouldn't be there in the morning?
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// @Arie
Sparkpaw was much too pleased with herself to answer Doetuft’s confusion right away. What a clever, clever cat she was. Spark found out Talonstone’s secret! Or—one of them. She wouldn’t put it past him to have multiple hidden away, but this one was particularly entertaining, just because… well. He was Talonstone. Mr., ‘I like to pretend I'm not capable of feeling emotions, except I totally am.' The thought that her stoic-faced mentor could actually woo another cat and have any success was a fabulously ridiculous thought in Spark’s mind, something that didn’t quite fit. She underestimated the fluffy white tom. |
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-- @Redtalon -- That was not what she'd been expecting. Certainly not. Doetuft could just sit there, and blink. Blink blink. It seemed like the apprentice were almost vibrating with excitement and she had no idea why, only that Sparkpaw must have made some strange discovery that excited her and what that discovery was, Doetuft had no clue in truth. It was.... intriguing in truth. And she didn't like this being interrogated without knowing why she was being interrogated and what the aim was for. But... that would be seen as she pulled her tail closer to her, in a way of warding off the cold. Not like it was really cold, but it brought comfort in the nest that she lacked without a certain tom's presence. Okay, so it was the single matter of smell was it? It wasn't exactly something she'd been paying attention to but taking in a deep breath she could easily admit that yes, she too carried the smell of pine and oak, of pine and leaves, oak and leaves. Her and Snowflake it seemed had started to share a similar scent and well... that was a new thing. She couldn't help the slight satisfied smile on her face at the thought. And then at the 'unable to talk to a she-cat' comment, Doetuft couldn't help the burst of laughter. "He... doesn't... know how to... speak in general," she added in mild amusement. Because it was truth. He wasn't... the most open in the words department, but rather his actions spoke far louder than the few words he said at specific points in time. "His... actions speak... far louder... than his... words though." And then Sparkpaw went on a small spree about Frosty's stare being creepy and she couldn't help the small laughter. "No... I don't... notice it but... it might have... to do with... my lack of sight. And even.... in concept... I just... I consider it how... he sees. How... he thinks. He takes... time to... process things....and that... often ends up staring. But... I think... we do have a fine... relationship, although... we're not... mates." Not yet at least. They were... more than friends. Not mates yet. That was something they were both too unsure to jump into yet. "And yes... I am blind... but such can sighted cats... be. But... I know how he... looks because... despite his reluctance to speak... he has described it... to me... such as he's described... many other... things." And she appreciated every action he'd ever done for her and this talk... it made her want to go out and find the tom and give him... a hug. Something to show her appreciation for him. "He's.. your mentor is he not?" |
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The russet tomcat lays inside the warrior den softly snoring. his long fluffy tail cleanly wrapped around his body, His long fur w as slightly matted . his yellow eyes shut tightly together. |
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Featherkit tumbled into the warriors den
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// @Arie
Sparkpaw grinned when Doetuft laughed at the depiction of Talonstone—equal parts pleased that her references were understood and appreciative of the warrior’s reaction to them. Doetuft’s response got Sparkpaw snickering too. Doe wasn’t afraid of teasing Talon for his quirks, even though he was her mate, and that was enjoyably amusing. "I sense some teaming up in our future," Spark said, no small amount of foxlike mischief brightening her blue eyes. |
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BrookBee layed down hoping to get some sleep.
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-- @Redtalon -- Teaming up? Doetuft liked the thought of that and the blind molly could barely keep the grin from taking over her face. This apprentice... she had her ways and she would applaud her for that. No lack of intelligence seemed to be reigning here and she could only imagine the trouble Frosty would be in with a an apprentice like her. He must be wanting to stick his head in the sand to avoid her interrogations at that point but it did make her let out a small huff of laughter at the thought. She was definitely going to team up with this young one and lifting a paw slightly and proceeding to bop Sparkpaw's nose she voiced, "Yes... I can agree... to that most... certainly. Do you... have any plans... yet?" Maybe she could get the apprentice in on the long overdue plan to drop a frog in Snowflake's nest... well their nest but he would be the one sleeping in it if her plan was to be executed properly. Hopefully the frog wouldn't be executed. But... it would most likely happen, as long as she was safe, although she could only imagine his reaction and just that thought brought a smile to her face. And then she perked her ears as it seemed that Sparkpaw finally came to the realization that no, she and the white tom wasn't mates... not yet at least. They'd.. had their own unspoken agreement that the word was one of many... banned ones in their relationships. Well not banned, but they were locked up in a safe that none of them had a key to and well, only if they really wanted to get there, that key would be found. Love was another word that was locked up in that safe. "No. We're... not mates. And I mean... we're... not there... yet. Some... cats... move faster with... their titles for... their relationship. And... can good friends... not share nests?" That would give Sparkpaw something to chew on for sure and Doetuft smiled at the thought once again. Good friends sharing nests. That's what they'd been for the total of one night and then they were here at this awkward stage of not having a defining term for their relationship but she didn't mind but it did amuse her that Sparkpaw thought that just because you shared a nest you were mates. "So... you think when... a young warrior has... a nightmare.... and sleeps in... the same nest... as an older... warrior.. they're mates?" Now she was just being mean and poking fun at the apprentice's words and the small bubble of laughter was finally released. It was unavoidable. "Has... he spoken... many words... or were you the.. one talking... his ears off?" She would have to tag onto a training session at some point just to join in with Sparkpaw trying to get Frosty to talk, and maybe her presence or at least words could make the white tom's tongue a bit more... cooperative. |
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// @Arie
“No plans yet,” Sparkpaw admitted, but her tone left no confusion; she was obviously looking forward to any such plans they might make together. Talonstone was in for a terrible surprise. Hey so uh, I met your girlfriend. And we're plotting your downfall. This Doetuft was fantastic—she really should compliment her mentor's taste in partners. Next time Talonstone snapped at her being late to training, maybe Spark would bring it up, just to throw him off balance. There were so many delightful ways she could break the news of this terrifying alliance to him. But, for now, Spark turned her attention fully onto the blind she-cat. |
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-- @Redtalon -- She was unable to help the small bubble of laughter that left her once again. “You… may not… have a plan… But I do have… one idea. We shall… think it out… later if you’re… still willing to go… ahead with it.” It would be fun, to a lot of extents and Doetuft found herself actually looking forward to causing a bit of chaos. And she was one who usually preferred to know where things where and what would happen and who did not do well with the unpredictable… and neither did Snowflake. He didn’t like things changing too often and sudden and it was what had prompted the prank in the first place. Not that he didn’t know about it, it’d been a plan for her to do to him since their apprentice times, but she’d never really gotten around to it. And she did suspect… that he may have become too distracted by the current situation to be fully able to remember that he had in fact dared her to successfully do said prank. It was something she would have to share the details of with Sparkpaw, eventually. But Doetuft liked the apprentice’s spirit and that was something she thought of few apprentices… not like she’d encountered a lot of them in truth. Despite herself just… barely being out of a long apprentice training, she never really spoke with other apprentices or connected with them, well Snowflake was the one exception to that but he didn’t count because he wasn’t going to talk to her in the first place when she’d originally met him. Flickering her ears though as she waited for Sparkpaw’s interesting response to her question – about nest sharing which she still couldn’t help but find comical – she tapped her tail gently on the corner of the nest that was now a mess collection of twigs [ and not sticks because twigs were clearly superior and it was something she needed to get into Frosty’s head, eventually] and moss, it needed to have something softer in it… another thing to eventually do. Because she knew such menial things were something that someone who was invested in sleeping better would have to do. Frosty? As he’d shown during their time as refugees he was apparently perfectly fine just sleeping on the ground and not moving at all… and that was his own fault. So, she would do it… later. And then Sparkpaw began… replying and Doetuft couldn’t help the smile that lit up on her face, this young she-cat was far smarter than she’d originally let on, and her observation skills, when it came to expressions, shine in the eyes, the tone of the voice… slowly the tabby molly was beginning to understand why Talonstone liked this young cat so much that he’d even actually taught her something. Because despite this observation being such a Talonstone thing to do, she knew it had to first come from the apprentice’s own need and want for knowledge and that was why, despite the stupidity of their conversation – because it was largely stupid to a certain extent – that Doetuft didn’t bother shutting it down. At least not yet, she wanted to see how far Sparkpaw as going to take it and in what direction the young she was going to go. And she went in a direction Doetuft herself hadn’t been expecting. Deciding to throw the youngster for a loop though – something she’d never actually enjoyed before but she liked to hear Sparkpaw work out these interesting comments – she murmured slowly, “As a blind…cat… my power… lies in… observation. I need to… notice things others… might not feel the…. Need to… notice.” And then at the smiling, the smile that Sparkpaw had just pointed out lit up on her face… because she did enjoy discussing the white tom’s interesting pattern of thought, it amused her and now she had someone who actually would be willing to speak and discuss these things with her and who had… albeit a different relationship, a similar view of the stone faced quiet intelligent tom. “Wait… I thought he was… ‘I am… spending time… in your… presence… therefore… I like you,’ kind of… cat.” What she’d said had obviously been different from Sparkpaw’s but… it was still correct and once again she couldn’t help the small giggle of laughter from escaping from her maw. “Sharing… nests was… just a simple… matter of… convinence… when it did… happen but… to him… it was a big… deal. If you’ve… not noticed… he is not the biggest fan… of physical contact at… all.” Nope… he wasn’t and it was only through multiple ‘accidents’ that Doetuft had managed to squeeze herself into the white tom’s comfort zone and was now allowed to pretty much do whatever she wanted with and around him. At least he didn’t shred her for using him as a pillow, that was always a blessing. But… then came the question she in truth had been waiting for and she shook her head once again, amusement riding through the blind cat’s head. But before she answered she moved a bit, shifted in the nest and gestured with her tail. “I know… you’re… restless. I heard… your pawsteps… com in here… he won’t… mind. And if he… do… then its… his problem… to deal with.” Not waiting to see if Sparkpaw questioned her comment at all she addressed the funnily stated question. “I highly… doubt the stars… blessed him… and if they did… he wouldn’t… have accepted it. He believes… he’s cursed… somehow. But that… is for him… to share… and not I. Nevertheless… I do not… know. I think… we were both… wrecks when… we first met. Utter… wrecks. I… met him on… my first day in Shadowclan. If… you did not know… I was previously… from Thunderclan. Both of us… were unstable…emotionally. And… we still are to some… extents. Things… went… from bad to… worse… and we…. Its like… that one really good friend you’ve… got. Who cherishes you, but… refuses to see that its… more than just… friendship? I just… think we grew… together. Healed… broken parts of each other…. And without realizing it… the healing…. Reached the emotional and relationships stage… that both had been… destroyed for both of us.” And that was all she would say for now. She didn’t mind the prying, rather enjoyed in truth to be able and challenged to think about her and Snowflake’s relationship but sometimes it did get a bit… challenging to avoid certain topics. But nonetheless she enjoyed this and let out a satisfied smile. |
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// @Arie
Doetuft’s laughter was infectious. Warmth blossomed in Spark’s chest as the older she-cat’s playful side revealed itself; it felt like sunlight on her cream-colored pelt, even though it was too early in the morning for sun. Doe already had a plan! And because she seemed intelligent and, of course, knew Talonstone longer, this plan would no doubt be a great one. Sparkpaw grinned, committed before she knew what was expected of her: “Yes! I’d be a very willing participant in my mentor’s downfall. You can count on me! I’m a fantastic partner in crime, you know.” |
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-- @Redtalon -- This could go wrong on so many levels but honestly, what was life when it didn’t go a tad bit wrong? Doetuft’s own life had not been the most enjoyable, certainly not when things went wrong but sometimes you just said to put up with it and that was what poor poor Snowflake would have to do with Spark and herself now on a team plotting his downfall. She was more than ready, and Snowflake was most certainly not prepared for what this alliance of outspoken words could do to him. To be frank, Doetuft wasn’t either but that was the fun of it. “Oh… it seems so… already. Did you know… he is actually… terrified of… frogs?” Just a teeny bit of info, releasing a teeny bit of her plan for the future. She knew Frosty would so very heavily dislike the fact that she’d given Sparkpaw this information but it was one of the more… well known things about the white warrior that Doetuft felt comfortable giving out the extremely secretive information of one of the things that absolutely terrified a warrior that did not seem to be faced by anything… but frogs – and mollies for that sake, considering how… malleable he was to both her and Spark’s influence. Who knew all the white warrior needed to be cut down was sweet words and compliments? Not Doetuft for sure. But as Sparkpaw entered the nest, Doetuft waited to answer the other questions the apprentice had thrown her way and instead focused on making herself comfortable within the circle of twigs – not sticks, at this point she only made the difference to annoy her partner – and moss. It was slowly growing more and more comfortable – and larger cause Frosty took up more and more space - although now with a new partner Doetuft would maybe begin trading info on how to trade with SparkpawS for feathers for their nest. It seemed… reasonable enough. And surely Sparkpaw would be able to be convinced by such an idea and the temptations to know more about her mentor who was an incredibly hard rock to break. Nevertheless, back to the underestimation question, Doetuft shook her head, once again a smile breaking upon her face, “I do not… think others… underestimate… me… considering I have… earned the name… of a warrior in the… right way. But… I think I do… surprise them… as they do not… know what to… expect. Each blind… cat has… their own magnified… senses. Where one… may have better hearing…. Another might have a better… nose. It depends on… what their focus… is on… or have been… on.” Doetuft had always listened, always paid attention to anything and everything at the same time. Tried her best to know things simply by listening to the sounds… it had also brought her peace and a feeling of solace to know what things sounded like and it was one of her most preserved skills… and how she got around in the normal life and world. Without her… not magnified, but without her sensitiveness in her ears she doubted she would be any good at life… would’ve probably been gobbled up by a predator long before she’d even gotten around to settling where she wanted to be. “I do… not see… in the way…you think of sight. I will… never be able to see… expressions… or wounds… or anything like that. But… I can with my ears… differentiate between the shuffling… of a squirrel… compared to… a mouse. Or the wing…beat of… a blackbird… compared to a sparrow. Each sound… is unique and it… it is through that… I see the world. Such… as your voice… has… different tones… and it bounces… giving me a sense… of where things are. I can… hear the bouncing of… the echo which… shows me where… I am. Thank you… for asking though.” It was so rare in truth that she got to voice her view on how the world looked, it wasn’t something she did often with Snowflake, as they both preferred not speaking over what could be classified as meaningless talk about nothing and just rambles. And well… to some extent that was what it was but Doetuft nevertheless enjoyed it. And she hoped that Sparkpaw had enjoyed the new way that the world could possibly be seen in. “Unless?” At Sparkpaw’s statement in regard to the nest sharing, Doetuft once again doubled over in laughter. It was too amusing, and she couldn’t keep it contained… nope not at all. That would have to be another time where she just… didn’t laugh but today was not that day. “You might… want the… context. Because… that might show you… that yes… it was a matter… of convenience. It was… after the battle… with Windclan… and we’d both just… gotten our warrior names. He… was lying on the ground… asleep. I was… in a nest… to rest the wounds. So. I simply… dragged him into the nest… hence a matter of convenience.” She knew it probably wouldn’t sway Sparkpaw’s statement and belief but hey, she’d tried to save both of their faces so wherever Frosty was he better appreciate that fact. “He… was actually… not the one… who admitted first… it was… the day after that… we had a talk. He… seemed so terrified.” And Doetuft was unable to help the bout of laughter that escaped her at that comment… because both of them had been in a rightfully horrible mood – or rather she had, Frosty had just been half asleep and tired and sleep deprived – but it was the truth. They’d both been terrified in that circumstance, but it was more fun to make her poor ‘more-than-friend-but-not-mate’ out to be the one who’d was the scared one. Despite it being both of them. “Enjoying… the fact that… we’re just revealing… all the secrets this… morning, are we?” Doetuft mumbled somewhat to the apprentice a smile once again playing on the tabby molly’s lips. It was nice to just have a day where it was laughter and fun… not dreary sullen moody. And it was a blessing within it, goodness how lucky Frosty had been to get Sparkpaw as an apprentice… Doetuft was just stuck with now one-eyed Buzzard… who was adorable in his own way but also quite the stubborn idiot. Reminded her somewhat of Frosty’s friend. “Oak and leaves… that was why… you told me I smelled… of oak.” The realization came to Doetuft’s head then and she once again shook her head from the ridiculousness of their current predicament. Seemed Frosty had been reluctant to share things to Sparkpaw and here she was ruining all his hard work by giving Sparkpaw all the answers to all her questions… and she didn’t feel bad. Okay just a teeny bit… nope not really. She did not feel bad about it. “And yes… I was born… and raised… in Thunderclan. Trained… under the former leader… and deputy Flintspirit – who you… may have seen… here in Shadowclan… he left the clan… sooner after I did – and… then I left for the clan… of shadows… where I trained as Beastspark’s… apprentice while he was still… deputy and that was when… I met our… favourite stubborn… icicle.” Icicle was a word that fit Frosty so well… but it didn’t exactly work as a nickname. “Bad… things happen to everyone… Sparkpaw. Sadly… Talonstone… Frosty… Snowflake, and I… have experienced more… than we should… at the paws of… ones we should not suffer… at. But… his story is his own… to tell, not mine.” |
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// @Arie
Terrified of—what? Sparkpaw nearly choked on her own surprise. Of all the things she expected Doetuft to say, that wasn’t even on the list of possibilities. Just…no way. “You’re telling me that Talonstone—mister broody warrior guy who doesn’t flinch in the face of danger—his weakness is FROGS!?” |
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-- @Redtalon -- Sparkpaw’s surprise was golden, and Doetuft couldn’t help but just, laugh at the shock and surprise and smiled at the young cat. “Yes.. wherever you… believe it or… not is up… to you… but he did… tell me… that is most… certainly not… fond of frogs… and that they do… scare him.” Poor Frosty, here she was revealing all his secrets to his apprentice and did she feel any guilt? Nope, not really. “Frogs… according to him… is a massive danger… and they’re extremely… dangerous because… he said… and I quote…’they’re… unpredictable.’ I don’t… know how he got… that fear… but it doesn’t mean… I won’t use it against him.” And have fun while doing so. And having fun was exactly what she was doing right here in Sparkpaw’s company and the blind molly was going to be forever appreciative of being woken up by this little idiotic overexcited young cat. And then, the laughter set Doetuft’s own off again and the tabby proceeded to fall into a small bout of giggles, just free, bubbling giggles that there was no way she could prevent from happening but that just burst out from her throat and maw. This was fun, this was enjoyable as well and blinking her blind eyes she tried her best to rein in the excitement that wanted to escape and bubble out. “Oh… we are… I’m totally on… board for sacrificing… a goodnight’s… sleep to listen and experience his… reaction to it. And I’ll take… the blame, because… he should remember…. I promised him – back when… we were apprentices – that… I would do this. So I’ll take… any blame… will probably also be… the one laughing the worst.” Was it bad that she was volunteering to take the eventual wrath of Frosty herself? Probably but Doetuft knew how her ‘more-than-friend-but-not-mate’ would take to such surprises better than Sparkpaw herself. Continuing on, Sparkpaw once again questioned her ability to observe… or not her ability to do it but rather how she did it and it made… it made Doetuft feel quite glad that at least someone was interested in how she viewed the world, and how she did things different than others. “It is… indeed amazing… to its own extent.” And that was the honest truth. It wasn’t making up for sight, it wasn’t like she’d developed any new senses and how her other senses became superpowers, but rather they just adapted along with her and she adapted along with them, practicing and furthering her ability to differentiate between sounds. “You… you speak… very loud. Very… high pitched. And then… you cannot sit still… you keep shifting… or moving something… be it… shifting your weight… lifting a paw... to move… or the constant flick of your… tail. And… yes… his pawsteps… would be heavier and deeper… more deeper sounding… than yours. Where yours… is light and… has a faster pattern… his will be heavier… slower and… more… calculated.” Everything Talonstone did was calculated, Doetuft couldn’t put that past the white tom. He did nothing without knowing what it would lead to. Except when it came to mollies, Doetuft knew that it was the one thing that unnerved the tom because he didn’t know how to react and handle himself. And it still amused her. Yet… at the snort, she pulled her face up in a frown that was soon released in a small bit of laughter. “Believe… what you want…. Sparkpaw… we both know… Frosty won’t… be happy any which… way.” Because that was the truth, no matter what case, no matter what argument Sparkpaw was going to put forth, the white tom was not going to be happy at any type of interrogation, and just the thought of that within itself was amusing enough to make Doetuft let out a small smile. “I think… he understands them… but I don’t think he… knows how to… react in regard to… them. They confuse him and make him… double think and he’s… not used to that. Not used… to doubting himself.” All of this that Doetuft was speaking of was simply from her own observation as she spent more and more time in his company but he was the one who should really be spoken to when discussing these subject that concerned him and not her. “I don’t… sleep in it.” Well… she did. To some extent. But the majority of the nest was usually taken up by white fur and she just… slept curled up using him as her blanket and pillow because it was simply that much nicer and comforting. Because why sleep on the ground when you had a free white tail that was totally not occupied trying to keep itself warm, to use for herself. “Well… you know…. Frosty’s is… giant. And he takes… up the space. So he… becomes the nest.” It felt kind of awkward to admit but Doetuft played it off by just rolling her eyes after she'd spoken. “If you do… want to offer some… feathers and moss… for it though… I would not say no.” Nope, any gifts to make it more comfortable would always be welcome, or at least that was Doetuft’s thought. “Hey. Don’t be that… mean to your… mentor. I am sure… he tries his… best. Despite his best… might not be that… good… and he fails most… of the time.” Yep. He was simply unable to understand many social queues but hey, so was she. The silence that followed though was slightly unnerving, but she did wait and just let Sparkpaw process all of it. It was a lot to process and she understood but the question that followed was not what she was prepared to answer, and she once again let out a thrill of laughter. The nicknames. Of course, Sparkpaw would question it. “I call… him that… because when… I first met him… he was called Frostpaw… - he first received… the prefix Talon… when became… a warrior – and he… was worse than he… is now. He would… not say… a single word… and most often… refused to acknowledge… your preference. And… at times he did act… exactly like… a Snowflake. Hence… the nicknames were… born.” And it was still how she referred to him. Talonstone was an alright name but to her, the white tom would always be Frostpaw, Frosty, Snowflake… the cat she’d grown to care for in her apprentice times. Uh oh. Sparkpaw had no idea of what power the question she asked had on Doetuft, and the tabby molly closed her eyes as she tried to process everything. Tried to do her best and tried to just breathe I slowly. One way or another she was going to have to explain it and she would rather get it over with fast and brief right now than wait and drag it out. That would only call for more pain and suffering and would not just have it done. “My mother… was not very… loving when I was… young. My sister… died when we… 3 moons old. Not more… than that. And I was neglected… from then on… blamed for her… death. My parents… proceeded to die on… the thunderpath when… I’d just become… an apprentice.” No need to share the details about Sagefeather having attended to get Doetuft killed on it, Sparkpaw probably wouldn’t be able to understand that, neither the fact that Sagefeather was still haunting Doetuft in her dreams and even the living world. “I left… Thunderclan though… because of the stupidity and… ignorance and… lack of awareness of the… previous leader. She cared… so little for one’s… abilities that she… wanted to make one… a warrior early… just so she could say… she’d gained a new… warrior.” Doetuft never knew what happened with Duskstar, but… she felt determined to maybe one day find out. |
Re: ShadowClan Warriors' Den
@Eve
Duskfern walked into the den, pretty satisfied. There was a smile on her face. She sat down beside Mistheart. ”Hey, Mistheart!” It was unusual for Duskfern to be this happy. She was usually just.. grumpy, angry, or sarcastic and carefree. |
Re: ShadowClan Warriors' Den
@Minty
Mistheart would look up at Duskfern ”Oh! Hey Duskfern! You seem surprisingly happy today? Did anything happen?” Mistheart asked with a puzzled expression on her face. |
Re: ShadowClan Warriors' Den
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Sitting down, she mewed, ”Nah. It’s nothing..” She had an embarrassed yet happy look on her face. “Anyways, what’s up with you?” |
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”Ok then.” she said with a confused yet kinda annoyed tone (idk) ”Well, not much has happened with me.. BUT I DID LEARN SOMETHING! that you probably already know.” she said exited yet sad tone of voice |
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