ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Storm Flower]

Rosekit ran away

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Mumble

Stagpaw paced around a bit, their tail lashing, "Is everyone else okay? Is the patrol on the way back? Wait, are you ok?" they sharply asked, quickly examining Croakingpaw with their one good eye. Hopefully no one was seriously hurt, otherwise he would have a serious bone to pick with those mangy two-legs.

Croakingpaw gave a nod,” Fleapaw got a tiny scratch, and I got a concussion, so I’m just told to stay in camp and take it easy.” he meowed trying to reassure Stagpaw

[Storm Flower]

Rosekit sneaked out

[Quasar]

Originally Posted by Zesty Mango

Croakingpaw gave a nod,” Fleapaw got a tiny scratch, and I got a concussion, so I’m just told to stay in camp and take it easy.” he meowed trying to reassure Stagpaw

Stagpaw stopped pacing for a moment at the mention of their best friend, "Wait, fleapaw? Is she back yet?" they asked, looking back to the camp entrance to see if she was back yet.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Mumble

Stagpaw stopped pacing for a moment at the mention of their best friend, "Wait, fleapaw? Is she back yet?" they asked, looking back to the camp entrance to see if she was back yet.

Croakingpaw shook his head,” Not yet.” he could see the concern in their face,” Don’t worry, it’s no worse than a thorn pick.“ he added hoping to calm Stagpaw.

[wren]

Originally Posted by Sparkling Flower

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Aldertrail padded out of the warriors den to start his day. The tom sat down and began to groom his fur. He started off giving his back fur a few licks until his fur lied flat. Than he went to grooming his chest fur. Lastly he cleaned the back of his ears with the back of his paw. Aldertrail laid down and glanced around the camp at all of his clanmates.

Acornfall returned from the territory looking tired but delighted all the same. He was one of simple pleasures, getting out for a walk to stir in his thoughts was always good. That’s however when the tom noted Aldertail grooming himself, he was antisocial enough that perhaps introducing himself and offering to share tongues wasn’t that bad of an idea. “Aldertrail-“ his voice cut short by a cough. ”don’t suppose you’d need a little help!“ He called approaching the tom with a sheepish smile

[Dovey]

Originally Posted by bmkmb

Frostpaw scanned the clearing from his usual position near the apprentices' den. So far, nothing interesting had happened. He wasn't complaining. The apprentice's last few days had been unusually action-packed. His gaze rested on a familiar kit trotting around the clearing: Wolfkit. They seemed to keep running into each other recently.

@TeamMilkBot

He glared up “Why do you get to train and not me?!”

[Quasar]

Originally Posted by Zesty Mango

Croakingpaw shook his head,” Not yet.” he could see the concern in their face,” Don’t worry, it’s no worse than a thorn pick.“ he added hoping to calm Stagpaw.

Stagpa visibly relaxed, "Oh, okay. Wait, are you sure that you don't need to see irisflame?" they asked, focusing back on croakingpaw.

[nocturnal]

Originally Posted by TeamMilkBot

He glared up “Why do you get to train and not me?!”

Frostpaw stared blankly at the riled kit. What... was that supposed to mean? Was he complaining that he wasn't already an apprentice? Assuming that Wolfkit wouldn't be elaborating any time soon, he white tom spoke up, his tone cold. "And what is that supposed to mean?" He didn't care if he upset the kit. He couldn't stand whiny brats or cowards. Besides, if it ran off, it didn't deserve to be promoted, anyway.

[nocturnal]

It was odd. That was all that went through the tom's head, or at least the only one of his whirling thoughts that he could effectively process. It was odd, but accepted. Sure, it took a good long moment before he could remember to breathe, but not even Frostpaw could stay tense forever. Eventually, the apprentice relaxed. He took a deep breath, then evened it out. Soft, somewhere between deep and shallow. The moonlight illuminated parts of the den, casting shadows. Surely, some other cats must've noticed Doepaw's existence. If so, none of them had commented on it. Nor had they noted the position that their two clanmates were currently in. Frostpaw couldn't bring himself to care.

He wasn't sure how long he stayed like that. It was sure to be nearing moonhigh when Frostpaw finally pulled away. The white apprentice shifted his paws out from under Doepaw's head with a gentleness that few cats ever saw in him, careful not to wake the sleeping molly. She looked so peaceful in her rest. Nothing like the fiery feline that he had met during the day. He wondered what she was dreaming about, if she was dreaming at all. And then Frostpaw paused, checking his own thoughts. Where had that come from? Since when did he ponder about other cats' dreams?

Frostpaw had seen the molly's scar, small as it was on her head. He hadn't thought much about it at the time, nor did he now. It wasn't his business to know it's origin. Besides, scars on the inside always hurt so much more. Frostpaw allowed his mind to wander in an attempt to dissect his thoughts. How had he made a friend in such a way? He'd met Nightpaw during a Gathering, despite them being clanmates, and now he met Doepaw, who wasn't born in the shadows. And that was another curious thing: their shared past. How had he never noticed Doepaw before in the clan of thunder? Of course, he had spent most of his time with his clumsy mentor - not by choice - and Doepaw wouldn't have been able to see him. Although they were very close in age, Frostpaw didn't recall hearing her name at his ceremony. His recollection of that day was blurry, though. It had ended with hackles raised, that he knew.

Somewhere along his line of thought, Frostpaw had curled up in his nest, subconsciously facing Doepaw instead of the den's darkened corner as usual. His eyes were closed, though, and so he didn't notice. Eventually, Frostpaw's mind quieted down as he fell asleep. That night, he dreamed of a black-feathered bird; a golden, maned cat of legends; and a brown deer; running together through the snow during the frigid, frosty wintertime.

The next day, Frostpaw woke soon after dawn. His eyes blinked blearily and he held his comfortable position for a while before finally sitting up. It took a second, but then all his memories from yesterday came rushing back. The apprentice froze, eyes widening slightly as he recalled his and Doepaw's conversation and how it had ended. He recomposed himself before glancing at the molly's nest. All that from the day before... it meant nothing to him. Or did it? If it happened again, then he reluctantly questioned his ability to shut it down. Because deep inside, he already regarded Doepaw as a friend... and a special one at that.

@Arie