[Undertaker]

 

Originally Posted by c1nder

☆｡. o Hazycry
❧ Shadowclan Warrior | She/Her
❧ Purrks - Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader, Kitty Softpaws T2
"I choose wrong every time. And because of it, I've lost everyone."

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[sorry for any mistake ugh i have one hell of a headache]

she padded into camp, dropping off her small tail-fur portion at her nest before padding up to her great-grandmothers den, pausing, and called out. "dawnstar? i have a gift for you before i go see sleepysunrise."

- @Undertaker

The massive feline blinks her amber eyes and gathers her paws underneath her at the call. She swishes her tail behind her lumbering towards the lichen and shoves it aside with a swat of her huge paws. Dawnstar shakes out her pelt and leans down into a stretch as she comes face to face with her great-granddaughter.

"Hazycry," She greets her gruffly and inspects her for injuries. "What do you have?"

 

Originally Posted by kira

[takes place in a different timeline than the one above! o7]

[also takes place before hawkpaw's demotion o7]

''Dawnstar?'' Sootstorm called for the leader at the entrance to her den. ''May I come in? I just took Hawkpaw and Icepaw out for an ambush lesson and would like to talk to you about how well Icepaw did despite her...pelt color.''

[ @/Undertaker | Dawnstar ]

Dawnstar pushes herself to her paws and pads to the entrance of her den, slipping outside on silent paws. She glares at Sootstorm yet her eyes lack heat or true menence.

"Of course, Icepaw would do well, I taught her how to keep herself hidden properly during stealth training despite her terrible coloring. I expect nothing less from her during ambush training. But feel free to report." It was difficult to tell if the leader was bragging or scolding. She wasn't growling so there was that.

 

Originally Posted by Fits

Foxpaw
| he/him | ShadowClan | Apprentice |

Foxpaw was realizing more and more that he wasn't as close to his family as the rest of his littermates. That never bothered him before. He kept to himself most of the time, and he didn't expect anyone to come chasing after him. But now, the more he thought about it, the more he saw his siblings bonding and enjoying themselves--even if it was only to get into trouble--the more agitated he became. The thought became like a tick embedding itself into his skin. He wasn't acting right. He had to fix this. He would start with Mother.

Foxpaw stood next to the den entrance, not yet ready to be seen. It was cold and dark; the sun had already fallen, sending a chill over the forest. It wasn't late, but the leaf-bare sun was always early to fall. Mother shouldn't be asleep yet. At least, Foxpaw hoped not.

Foxpaw padded in front of the entrance. "Mother." He paused, tilting his head to gaze into the den. His expression was as grave as ever, his amber eyes glowing dimly in the darkness. "May I come in?" He hesitated before adding in a mumble, "It's nothing important." If Mother had no time or interest in idle chitchat, Foxpaw might as well hear it right then and save them both the trouble.

( @Undertaker - Dawnstar )

She was nipping at scarred flesh when she heard the incoming paws. The leader was resting in her nest, ignoring the weird loneliness that lingered now that most of her kits had moved into the nursery. Cool sun-hued eyes glare at the lichen entrance until she hears the call. Oh, it was one of the parasites.

They all had different names for her, aside from their scents and the sounds of their voices, she could tell who was who based on what they called her. The more distant, maturish, ones often called her mother. The same thing she had called her.

"Come in," The response came as the leader yawned and finished giving her shoulder a few more licks, ridding herself of an annoying itch. She gave Foxpaw full attention once he entered, tail tip twitching behind her as she frowned at him.

"Whatever you say is always important to me if it's from you or your siblings." She tells him while beckoning him into her nest. "Now what is it?" Foxpaw has always been among the more distant of her litter. He never seemed to enjoy bonding or spending too much time with the rest of his siblings. She wouldn't say he disliked them, he was simply more independent then some of them. He reminded her a lot of Pantherpaw.

It's never concerned her nor did she see much need to force him to spend time with others when he didn't want to. No one liked being alone, even as independent as Dawnstar was, she loathed(feared) loneliness. She reasoned Foxpaw would come out of his shell and seek company in his own time. Dawnstar couldn't tell if she was correct, but as he was here now she could only assume he was here for company if he wasn't here for anything important as he said.