ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Static]

Web paw looked at all the cats in the den shifting to her other side slowly without moving one side to much. why are there so many cats in here?is the a battle or something? thought silently,studying each new face she had not seen before.

[Brooklyn Trees]

Originally Posted by AbsurdJinx

@Brooklyn Trees

Onyxkit sat by the fresh-kill pile, bringing his paw to his mouth to draw his tongue over. He'd then bring his damp paw to his forehead where he'd drag it down his face for a brief wash. He would often be giving his pelt a quick wash to pass time as he rarely had much to occupy himself with. Besides, he was awaiting his apprentice ceremony that was more than delayed. Surely he'd be an elder by the time he was apprenticed.

Recently, Onyxkit's been struggling to distract himself from half of his family's disappearance. His brothers were considered to be deceased, as was his father. Since his mother had been brutally murdered moons before, he was officially an orphan. And with his brothers gone, that meant he was the only remaining tomcat of the litter. And he didn't even know his sisters that well, though he did love them dearly. Speaking of, he should find them. How were they coping with their father's and brothers' abrupt disappearance?

He shook his head to clear his mind of the haunting thoughts, swiveling his head to glance at the fresh-kill pile beside him. He was hungry... Onyxkit despised the idea of eating, though. He felt nauseous simply looking at the prey. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, turning away to continue his wash.

Maplepaw padded into the clearing, a slight bounce visible in her pale ginger paws as she walked across towards the fresh kill pile to deposit her catch. The tabby had just been out hunting, something that she thought was a very fun task in the exception of when she was told to do so.
She was very proud of her prey, a rather skinny toad, since she had nearly lost it... Again. She had been slipping on the cold mud when she kept more often, the last two times resulting in her belly and legs turned a rather sticky brown.

Putting this thoughts aside, she pawed over to the fresh kill pile and set her frog on the top of it, happy that she had turned up with something edible, unlike the mud that had smeared her pelt which was less than enjoyable to wash out of her pelt.
She pushed the rather distasteful thought to the side and grinned, wondering if perhaps she could go back out and catch another frog or some other animal when she noticed a kit sitting beside the pile. Well not exactly a lot, he looked like he could be an apprentice, but she couldn't remember him being in the apprentice's den.

Always being one to enjoy a conversation with anyone, she decided to speak to this kit as she couldn't recall having spoken to him before.
She took the few paw steps that it took to come towards them and sat down, curling her tail around her paws.
"Hello!" She mewed cheerfully, grinning at him and twitching her tail tip enthusiastically.

[Momotaro]

Originally Posted by Rabbitpaw

She opened her mouth to say something, thought better of it, and looked away. "Well, er, it's kind of a long story....if you want to hear it, I'll still tell it though."

The Molly dipped her head, "I'll listen." She simply mewed, she was eager to learn that a cat was just like her, lonely, and broken, but saved by a Shadowclan cat that became their mate.

[Momotaro]

Originally Posted by TwilightpawTheSmolBean

Twilightpaw smiled at her new friend. "If i am your mentor, i promise i'll be the best one ever." she said, feeling very happy to have finally made a friend in her clan. Mistkit will be a great warrior one day, just like his father. He's really good at pouncing, despite his blindness. Twilightpaw thought, He just needs a little help. and i'm going to do the best i can to give him that help.

The kits sightless, Amber eyes for once, seemed to betray an emotion. "You will be! Instead of pretended I'm not blind or I need help with everything, you recognise my problems, and suggest ways for me to work around them!" Mistkit mewed, he pricked his ears as he heard his mother calling from the clearing. "I have to go now, see you later!" The grey kit bounced off towards the clearing, smiling all the way, this has been the best day ever!

[Ag75 -- GONE]

Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm

The Molly dipped her head, "I'll listen." She simply mewed, she was eager to learn that a cat was just like her, lonely, and broken, but saved by a Shadowclan cat that became their mate.

"Alright... I was still young, and I thought that just because a cat wasn't born in a clan doesn't mean that they couldn't be warriors. Like Firestar. Anyway, I found Storm on my territory one day. I was with my sisters on a patrol, so there was no full grown warrior to escort us. No, let me correct that- we snuck out of camp, my sisters and I, and found Storm in our territory. He was perfectly nice to us, and I didn't have the heart to drive him out. Apparently, my sisters did. An hour or so later, I went out on my own, to find him and bring him somewhere he could, ya know, live. I felt horrible about making him leave his home. When I found him, we hung out for a while. He was really nice. I came back after awhile and continued to visit him. When I was a warrior, I invited him to join the clan. He refused. a few moons more of meeting with him, and I found out I was expecting his kits," She paused, smiling. "I gave birth to two wonderful kits- Twigkit, and Ice. Ice stayed with Storm, and Twigkit stayed with me. I still visited them, but Twigkit and Ice never knew each other....Ice died before they could meet. Ice was the opposite of Twigkit, sassy, loud, brave. One day, I decided to bring Twigkit to meet her father and sister. It wasn't too long ago. When I arrived, Ice was dead, and her father hurt. According to Storm, She had tried to save her father from a monster," She paused, a tear in her eye. It hit them both." She looked away from her friend. "I haven't seen Storm since." She smiled a little. "Told you it was long,"

[lone]

Originally Posted by toothlost!

Lostkit screeched a high pitched wail, and attempted to duck to the side but his intention wasn't a tackle, and so she was suddenly in a wrestling match. She wiggled, trying to free a paw so she could return the fighting move, and she squirmed further trying to free herself. Deep in her thoughts she knew that she must look like a mouse-brain, but she was having fun and that was all that mattered for her. "You can't best me!" She called out, finally being able to lightly smack him with a paw. Playing with Badgerkit was the only thing she really looked forward most days, as she hadn't made many friends and he was the only one who seemingly looked past her eyeless sockets and actually treated her like a cat. Though as they both grew, she knew their playing would end and they'd have to find another way to bond. Unless they drifted apart, but she wouldn't let that happen. Sending him another whack, she wiggled her lower body, hoping to throw him off balance and make him fall over. "I'm the best warrior of this forest!"

Badgerkit's ears tilted backwards at Lostkit's wail. It was high pitched and hurt his ears for a moment, but he quickly recovered and kept her firmly pinned. "That's what you think! I happen to be the best fighter in all the Clans! Warriors run screaming at the sight of me!" Badgerkit boasted, although he did not forget himself so far as to gain too much confidence and relax his grip. If he were being honest with himself, he thought Lostkit probably had more potential then he did. She seemed to know what she was doing all the time! And Badgerkit...well, most of the time he was just winging it. It was easy to fake that he knew what he was doing, and although technically he would never be able to hold onto that innocence forever, he wanted to keep hold of it as tightly as he could for as long as he could. He knew that Lostkit and he wouldn't be kits forever. He was close to apprentice age already. And Lostkit...well, she was probably pretty close herself. He wasn't even sure if they would be friends forever. He knew there were kithood friends who barely spoke anymore, and a shudder went down his spine at the thought. He never wanted that to happen. But if it does, what can I do to stop it? He thought with a sigh. Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't notice that his grip was loosening and all of a sudden he found himself tumbling backwards, hitting the ground and his normally clean pelt was smeared with dirt. The young tom happened to be very proud of his clean pelt. However, instead of getting frustrated, his yellow hues sparked with mischief and he swished his tail in the dirt, aiming it towards Lostkit. "I'll show you a warrior!" He cried, although it was all in fun. If this had been real- well, he didn't want to think about what he would do. He didn't want it to come to that.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by Ashley/Kestrel

"They're herbs. Eat them." He said with a stern tone, he had no time for messing around right now. Kestrelberry watched the tom carefully, eyes narrowed. "They'll help heal you."

@Nighty
Frogspirit gave a small grunt, clearly not satisfied with the answer, however with another small hesitation, he lapped up the herbs the other tom-cat brought him. The bitter taste made him wrinkle his nose and his hues were still narrowed suspiciously at Kestrelberry. Medicine cat or not, Frogspirit was raised to be suspicious of Shadowclan. Well, all the clans to be exact, but his loyalty lay within Windclan.

[AbsurdJinx]

Originally Posted by Brooklyn Trees

Maplepaw padded into the clearing, a slight bounce visible in her pale ginger paws as she walked across towards the fresh kill pile to deposit her catch. The tabby had just been out hunting, something that she thought was a very fun task in the exception of when she was told to do so.
She was very proud of her prey, a rather skinny toad, since she had nearly lost it... Again. She had been slipping on the cold mud when she kept more often, the last two times resulting in her belly and legs turned a rather sticky brown.

Putting this thoughts aside, she pawed over to the fresh kill pile and set her frog on the top of it, happy that she had turned up with something edible, unlike the mud that had smeared her pelt which was less than enjoyable to wash out of her pelt.
She pushed the rather distasteful thought to the side and grinned, wondering if perhaps she could go back out and catch another frog or some other animal when she noticed a kit sitting beside the pile. Well not exactly a lot, he looked like he could be an apprentice, but she couldn't remember him being in the apprentice's den.

Always being one to enjoy a conversation with anyone, she decided to speak to this kit as she couldn't recall having spoken to him before.
She took the few paw steps that it took to come towards them and sat down, curling her tail around her paws.
"Hello!" She mewed cheerfully, grinning at him and twitching her tail tip enthusiastically.

Onyxkit jumped at the bubbly mew that echoed by him, his head shooting upwards to stare at whoever greeted him. His gaze fell on a tabby she-cat who he believed to be an apprentice. She wasn't much taller than him. Her pelt was messy and plastered with mud, giving him the idea that she had been outside Camp. His black-and-ginger fur was end, and his tail swept against the ground. His muscles were tensed uneasily, and his ears swiveled in an alert manner. Once assured that he had absolutely nothing to worry about, Onyxkit's bristling pelt lay flat and his tail slowed to a relaxed whisk. His ears and whiskers would automatically twitch every few moments.

He flashed her a bright smile, something he would often do when greeting a pretty she-cat. See, Onyxkit was brittle - though his shell was strong, the insides were soft. He was a genuinely insecure tomcat, but he buried his flaws beneath charm. He did, however, feel uncomfortable attempting to charm a cat who was greater in rank than he although there was no doubt that they were similar in age. ``Uh, hi. I'm Onyxkit,`` He introduced himself in a smooth tone. As he spoke, he adopted a relaxed, rather careless posture which supported his charming speech.

He then shifted uncomfortably. ``I really need my ceremony to happen... I'm not a kit - I'm apprentice age, but with the high-rank changes, my ceremony has been delayed,`` Onyxkit explained, feeling the need to inform the she-cat as to why he appeared older than his name suggested. His current signature and rank was yet another thing that added to his insecurities. I was apprenticed a moon late because my leader was irresponsible, not because I was being punished, Onyxkit attempted to convince himself. Unfortunately, his constant reminders that it was not his fault were no use.

At an abrupt itch by his left shoulder, Onyxkit whipped his head around to nip at the space. A quiet growl in his throat erupted as he continued to gently bite until the itch faded. With a satisfied sigh, he turned back around to face the molly. Even if his charm was no longer in the air - especially after the furious nipping - he picked up on the act again. His mainly black pelt was ruffled in a few places as he hadn't succeeded in finishing his brief wash. His golden eyes with darker flecks gleamed in the sunlight as he studied the apprentice before him. Onyxkit was unsure as to how he felt of the situation - of the social interaction.

[Spirit]

Moondancer, a pretty egyptian mau warrior, shook her head as she exited the warriors den and came into the clearing. Her pelt was stunning as always, even though she had done all she could to roll around in her nest as she woke up, to make her fur look fuzzy and non-tended, but as usual, it had not worked - It was as glued into the perfect, pretty position.
Sighing at the knowledge of this, she peered around the clearing for any approaching toms. She had found that her looks were quite appealing to most toms, and had grown into constantly being aware of tom cats in fright that they might fall in love with her.
Securing that none of the nearby toms were looking at her round-eyed, she approached the fresh-kill pile, holding her head down a tad. However not because of the tom thing, but knowing that her identical twin sister was probably on her way to the fresh kill pile at this same moment, thinking the same thing and looking around cautiously like Moondancer herself. She felt ashamed of missing her, seeing that her sister resided in RiverClan.
Finally reaching the fresh-kill pile, she quickly picked out a nice salmon, before walking to the edge of the clearing, where she settled down to eat.

@Lonestar23

[lone]

Originally Posted by Spirit

Moondancer, a pretty egyptian mau warrior, shook her head as she exited the warriors den and came into the clearing. Her pelt was stunning as always, even though she had done all she could to roll around in her nest as she woke up, to make her fur look fuzzy and non-tended, but as usual, it had not worked - It was as glued into the perfect, pretty position.

Sighing at the knowledge of this, she peered around the clearing for any approaching toms. She had found that her looks were quite appealing to most toms, and had grown into constantly being aware of tom cats in fright that they might fall in love with her.
Securing that none of the nearby toms were looking at her round-eyed, she approached the fresh-kill pile, holding her head down a tad. However not because of the tom thing, but knowing that her identical twin sister was probably on her way to the fresh kill pile at this same moment, thinking the same thing and looking around cautiously like Moondancer herself. She felt ashamed of missing her, seeing that her sister resided in RiverClan.
Finally reaching the fresh-kill pile, she quickly picked out a nice salmon, before walking to the edge of the clearing, where she settled down to eat.

@Lonestar23

Ocelotpath padded out of the Warriors' Den and yawned, stretching out in a tired manner. He was sore- although he would have preferred not to show it. He shook his head a little, as though to clear it, and then proceeded to the fresh kill pile. He was about to grab a sparrow from it when he noticed a silver warrior there. She seemed almost distressed about something. Ocelotpath was pretty good at picking up that sort of thing, and especially when the other cat was moving so gingerly as Moondancer. She didn't seem to have noticed him, walking away a moment later. Curious, Ocelotpath picked the sparrow up and brought it over near Moondancer, flashing her a friendly smile. "Hello!" He mewed in his usual, friendly purr. He wasn't quite sure how she would react to him having invited himself over...but surely she wouldn't mind, right? We're clanmates, after all. And there's no problem with being friendly, Ocelotpath told himself, giving the she cat another friendly grin. From her stance, she looked a little as though she were half expecting cats to just jump out at her. Huh. What's up with her, anyway? Ocelotpath thought, narrowing his hues a little as he looked at her. She was a pretty she cat; there was no way to miss that. But then again, he had never really been much of a romantic...the whole idea seemed a little silly to him, if he were being honest. Other cats could have their long, complicated romances...if Ocelotpath ever did want to settle down and see if he could find the right she cat, he wouldn't make it more complicated then it needed to be. At least, he hoped he wouldn't...and there I go again, off on my fantasies that are never going to happen. Ocelotpath thought to himself, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth. "You don't mind if I eat here, do you? It's a nice spot over here, I hope it's alright for me to share it," Ocelotpath continued, flashing her another friendly smile. Please don't let this be awkward. I hate it when things get awkward...Ocelotpath thought, licking his maw and shifting his weight a little as he awaited the she cat's reply.