ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Slash-GNR]

Originally Posted by starfall

{Sorry It's sooo Late X.X I didn't see it}
Teakit blinked, baffled by the other's sudden outburst, unsure of how to react to her decleration. He just stared at Rosekit for a few seconds before smiling, his blue hues danced with joy, he felt bubbly, happiness blossomed in his heart once he processed the words that spilled out of the other's mouth. The snowshoe bent over and rested his head on Rosekits shoulder, glee radiating off of the tall kit "Best Friends Forever." he whispered, closing his eyes, he loved the feeling, the feeling of happiness, joy, the feeling of someone caring for him, the bubbly, jovial feeling that was growing in the young kits heart, he loved the warm feeling spreading throughout his very being.

Rosekit purred as the kit laid his head on her shoulder. "Forever, I promise," she purred closing her eyes. (sry short, im fighting a bug)

[Mango]

(Elmkit didn't hate the stench of herbs that much, is it okay if Elm helps again?)

[Momotaro]

Originally Posted by Slash-GNR

The she-kit perked her ears forward. She turned to the sister. "Oh, well I guess we are gonna have to deal with her," she said in a playful hiss.

(oh sry)

(It's ok)

Reddenedkit struggled under her sister, "Badgerstar! I have been captured by this evil rouge! Help mea," The tortessshell mewed exasperatedly, trying to work his way from under Leapkit.
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Leapkit laughed loudly then proclaimed, "I am Leapnight, the leader of the Darkforest, i have come to take over your clan!"

[Slash-GNR]

Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm

(It's ok)

Reddenedkit struggled under her sister, "Badgerstar! I have been captured by this evil rouge! Help mea," The tortessshell mewed exasperatedly, trying to work his way from under Leapkit.
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Leapkit laughed loudly then proclaimed, "I am Leapnight, the leader of the Darkforest, i have come to take over your clan!"

Badger"star" leaped softly upon Leapkit. She pinned her down and turned her head toward the tom, "Go Reddenedkit. I will hold her off," she squeaked.

[Momotaro]

Originally Posted by TwilightpawTheSmolBean

"no problem, Mistkit. i hope i'm a warrior when you're an apprentice too. My mentor is Bumbleleap." She replied, smiling.

Mistkit's grin was so large, it was almost to big for his face! "My dads Bumbleleap! He's the best warrior ever! Your his apprentice!" The kits huge misty, Amber eyes filled with awe, Twilightpaw's mentored by my father! Mistkit thought, that's amazing! I won't be able to be mentored by him though, but who cares! "Anyway, if your not my mentor you can still help me."

[The Cannibal]

Originally Posted by Inglewood Binks

Mumblehen exploded with fear and reeled backwards on his bum, flailing his paws to stop himself from falling at the cat's outburst and hiss. His flecked cream fur spiked up in all directions, doubling his size while his eyes were wider then two green moons. Mumblehen looked back at the cat as best he could to see he, too, had nearly fallen backwards like a gust of had wind blown them back in two specific and opposite directions. He could feel the fear and anger radiating off the spotted white cat, which inspired dismay to twist his stomach. After several moments, specifically when ibisprowl already regained himself, Mumblehen shuffled his way into a sitting position once again. He stared at the cat with angst, ears mimicking his as they folded backwards. Out of his surprise, a small and reticent mew touched his ears. Knowing that Mumblehen's head was set with two menacing beacons that impossibilized the hope of one's privacy when talking with him around.
"Yeah," he managed, almost equally as quiet but more of emotion then the other cat's. Mumblehen watched him eat for a few moments, until remembering his own meal at his feet. His head quickly dipped downwards and Mumblehen worked on the prey, his fur burning with uneasiness.

After his surprised little outburst, the black and white warrior seemed to hold his head a little lower, perhaps even a look of guilt on his face conflicting with a look of anger, though it wasn't apparent who the anger was held towards and it was likely just a good idea not to ask.
Stop getting angry at other cats for things they can't help. But he scared you, of course you're going to get angry, you hate being scared! You'll never make friends that way... His mind continued on with it's battle about whether he was in the right or in the wrong for feeling angry about this other tom scaring him when in actuality, it didn't matter because he masked his emotions well. The look of anger that might have been there a few seconds after he had been scared was gone now replaced with a rather blank face, other cats referred to it as his mask. What was there though, the emotion poking through that mask was frustration and it seemed to be growing before he quickly shook his head, disrupting the fight his mind was trying to continue as he realized, finally, that it didn't matter because the emotion was over.
The bobbed tail tom's pale green eyes glanced over as he felt the gaze of the other tom on him before he looked back at the place where his meal was just a few moments before, his tongue rasping over his lips again.
You should apologize, he likely got just as scared as you. The good part of his mind said, his eyes glancing back to Mumblehen before he cleared his throat nervously, shifting his weight a bit.
"I, uh.. Sorry a-about that, it's just, I um.. I scare.. Easily.. Heh." His ears flattened and he clenched his jaw shut tight after speaking, realizing how weak of an apology that was and knowing that it would do little to alleviate the feeling of uneasiness that had settled between the two toms that would be hunting together. He probably already knows that now, why did you even bother telling him? The more pessimistic side of his mind questioned before he simply shook his head to clear away the thought.

[The Cannibal]

Originally Posted by Nightpool

"Ibisprowl," parroted Nightpool, her lips pursing into a smile. She nodded swiftly, trying the name. "I do indeed like it. It's very smooth, and... well, I couldn't have chosen a better name myself." Nightpool's compliments flowed like a velvety stream, although they weren't robotic. She pawed at the ground for a while, not wanting to bore the tom. She looked up, blinking her viridescent eyes. She listened to all he had to say, with an abiding attentiveness. Her teeth were unpigmented in the line of her jaws, smooth and careful. She licked a paw.

As he continued with a stammering agreement screening his nervousness (albeit not very well), Nightpool let out a soft laugh. It wasn't mocking, but it was compliant and friendly. She settled herself into the patch, noting how politely Ibisprowl refrained from mentioning how senile she appeared. It was no secret that she would be retired by this time. She purred at him, finding it nice to be enunciating antics with another cat every now and then.

As Ibisprowl mentioned his own apprentice, Sweetpaw, she could hear the affection in his voice. She nodded, finding that he would make a good mentor to her. Her pelt shimmered in the sunlight, a velutinous, black mass of soft, downy fur. The apertures of her greenish-gold eyes fluoresced, excited by the radiance of the sun, rays thinning into a torrent of beautiful, auriferous light.

She heard his question, and replied immediately, not wanting to keep him waiting. "Why, yes," she meowed. "I mentored Beepaw, Dapplepaw, Dovepaw, and Brindlepaw." Nightpool looked proud for herself for training to many apprentices, but her expression changed from sublime and conceited to normal, in the span of a heartbeat. She flattened her fur, shyly looking to one side. "Sorry," she said. She cleansed her teeth, by swiping her pinkish tongue over her tapered chops. She looked up at Ibisprowl once more, contrite for her previous behaviour.

The young tom's gaze flickered over to the elder as he heard her try out his name, offering another one of his awkward smiles before looking away and dropping the smile as she stated that she liked his name and that she couldn't think of a better one. The truth was, Ibisprowl didn't like his name at all, he felt like it was a mockery for his tendency to prowl around camp, to avoid others to the best of his ability and reflected his pessimistic nature, the part of his mind that often was dominant. But he didn't want to bring this up with her, the good part of his mind knew that Nightpool was only trying to be friendly with him and very obviously didn't know that he disliked his name.
"Yeah, uh.. It does r-roll off the tongue um.. Real nice huh?"
In a way he believed it felt nice to receive a compliment, it had been so long since he had received one, but the pessimistic side of him felt that she was just simply saying it and that it wasn't a heartfelt statement, that it was just something to keep the conversation between them going.

And so the conversation moved on and now they spoke of apprentices, Ibisprowl fond of his own but guilty with the idea that she deserved a better cat as her mentor. As he spoke, he tried to maintain eye contact, knowing that it was a common thing to do while talking, but he had a hard time doing so, his pale green eyes often finding themselves staring at the ground, or at her paws, anywhere but her eyes because eyes tended to be a bit intimidating when speaking to others, intimidating and distracting.

When she spoke, he seemed to shift into a more comfortable position even though he didn't really feel more relaxed.
At least you're making an effort, that's something right? Offered his mind, though it didn't help him any. Even though he was just talking, not doing anything, he felt mentally exhausted, perhaps another reason why he disliked speaking to others, it seemed to drain him.
Nonetheless, he gave her his full attention as she answered his question, the young tom listening politely.

His brows arched and he blinked sharply in response to her answer, visibly surprised to hear that she mentored four young cats, very clearly putting her up there in age already. But four?
Oh dear Starclan I hope they don't give me that many, I don't even know if I can handle just this single one! Heaving out his breath he looked away with wide eyes before looking back at the pool of black fur that was the elder he was speaking to.
"That's.. That's a uh.. A lot of apprentices... Was it um... Was it hard? Rather were.. Any uh, any of them difficult to teach?" His head tilted a bit as he asked the question, pale green eyes meeting her vibrant green ones momentarily before he dipped his head a bit, feeling like he was staring, and looking away.

[Reverie]

Fragileweb was.. In a different mood today, her gait was different, though she prayed to StarClan nobody noticed, her shredded-looking calico pelt was obviously rippling, and her eyes had a.. Hint of disarrangement in them. Her personality seemed unchanged though, or so she thought; a feeling of melancholy hit her suddenly, she glanced around; Is there a weird expression on my face? She thought, her grey gaze dancing around the different cats, their pelts, and their expressions; How could she not have known?


Fragile was on her way back to the den, her paws still shaky, but she managed. The young warrior chewed on her lip, brushing a few cats' pelts as she entered, she managed to lay and settle in her nest before she rustled into a deep slumber.

[Nightpool]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

The young tom's gaze flickered over to the elder as he heard her try out his name, offering another one of his awkward smiles before looking away and dropping the smile as she stated that she liked his name and that she couldn't think of a better one. The truth was, Ibisprowl didn't like his name at all, he felt like it was a mockery for his tendency to prowl around camp, to avoid others to the best of his ability and reflected his pessimistic nature, the part of his mind that often was dominant. But he didn't want to bring this up with her, the good part of his mind knew that Nightpool was only trying to be friendly with him and very obviously didn't know that he disliked his name.
"Yeah, uh.. It does r-roll off the tongue um.. Real nice huh?"
In a way he believed it felt nice to receive a compliment, it had been so long since he had received one, but the pessimistic side of him felt that she was just simply saying it and that it wasn't a heartfelt statement, that it was just something to keep the conversation between them going.

And so the conversation moved on and now they spoke of apprentices, Ibisprowl fond of his own but guilty with the idea that she deserved a better cat as her mentor. As he spoke, he tried to maintain eye contact, knowing that it was a common thing to do while talking, but he had a hard time doing so, his pale green eyes often finding themselves staring at the ground, or at her paws, anywhere but her eyes because eyes tended to be a bit intimidating when speaking to others, intimidating and distracting.

When she spoke, he seemed to shift into a more comfortable position even though he didn't really feel more relaxed.
At least you're making an effort, that's something right? Offered his mind, though it didn't help him any. Even though he was just talking, not doing anything, he felt mentally exhausted, perhaps another reason why he disliked speaking to others, it seemed to drain him.
Nonetheless, he gave her his full attention as she answered his question, the young tom listening politely.

His brows arched and he blinked sharply in response to her answer, visibly surprised to hear that she mentored four young cats, very clearly putting her up there in age already. But four?
Oh dear Starclan I hope they don't give me that many, I don't even know if I can handle just this single one! Heaving out his breath he looked away with wide eyes before looking back at the pool of black fur that was the elder he was speaking to.
"That's.. That's a uh.. A lot of apprentices... Was it um... Was it hard? Rather were.. Any uh, any of them difficult to teach?" His head tilted a bit as he asked the question, pale green eyes meeting her vibrant green ones momentarily before he dipped his head a bit, feeling like he was staring, and looking away.

Nightpool, obviously unaware that Ibisprowl had fallen to his own disapprobation for his title, nodded as the bobtailed tom spoke. "Mmm, yes," she agreed, in a muffled tone. Sweetpaw sounds nice, thought Nightpool spontaneously, for the little personality of the she-cat that she had seen was void of most fierce ire. She raised a back leg and itched behind her ear, jaws parting in a trifling yawn. I'd think her warrior name to be Sweetheart. Nightpool's green eyes laughed heartily, not mockingly.

She looked at the upper atmosphere, its wild blue yonder swirling and brewing calmly and sedately. She glanced back down at Ibisprowl as he hesitated, attempting not to make him feel exorbitantly pressured. As if he already isn't, the poor thing, thought Nightpool with pity. Her shadow wagged behind her, her holly-green orbs delineating the blades of grass before her.

At Ibisprowl's next question, Nightpool gladly replied, happy that the antisocial tomcat was speaking for once. Difficult to teach? Nightpool wondered, the black-and-white warrior's words reiterating in her skull. She ruminated the question carefully and tangibly, until she remembered the personalities of the vernal young cats. "Ah, yes," she mewed.

"Beepaw was definitely the hardest to train. Maybe that was because he was first. Beepaw fought for his life against me, and thought that everything was unfair. He had an interesting tabby pelt, though, and always-slitted amber eyes." Nightpool recalled the feisty apprentice scarcely and imperceptibly. "Yes, he was the hardest." The elder licked a paw, before continuing. "Him and Brindlepaw. She, too, clawed her way to victory. She was my last apprentice, but she was toughened by the harshness of life," sighed Nightpool. "Sweetpaw understands you, does she not?" asked Nightpool, tilting her head to her shoulder.

[zinfranny]

Originally Posted by starfall

The smoky gray Siberian tilted his head to the side as he watched the elder awaken, wondering if he accidently broke the old coot by shouting, he hoped not, Starclan knows how much trouble he would get in if the leader figured out he broke an elder. It sent a chill down the young toms back when he thought of the punishment, he shook his head to try and get rid of the thought and focused his amber eyes back upon the currently deranged Acorntuft. Upon hearing the words "Yellow eyed owl" He swiveled his head, trying to spot the kit snatching creature, but after a few moments he let out a gasp and looked back up at the elder, hurt danced in his orbs "Me? no I'm not a owl! I'm a kit, I swear!" he exclaimed, smiling widely, hoping that the brown tom, hoping that he chose the correct elder to talk to today, granted all of the elders were either loopy, rude, forgetful, or kind, he hoped he picked a kind elder instead of a loopy one, but he would take a loopy one over a rude one. Sootkit padded up to the nest and nudged the elders elbow with his little pink nose, hoping to grab the others attention, he plopped himself down next to the tom and smiled sweetly at him "Do you have any stories to tell me?" he asked, neatly wrapping his tail around his paws, his words dripped with honey as he spoke to the elder, nothing but excitement and respect shown in his orbs as he awaited the toms response. He never wanted to seem rude or disrespectful to the elders, he respected them a little more than the leader herself, but he would never admit that aloud. He loved the stories they wove, the tales that slipped off of their tongues, he didn't care if they were real or fake, what mattered was the experience behind it, that's what made him love the tall tales the most.

My heart is melting <33 }

Acorntuft stared at the little thing's smile- a beam against his face. After a moment, the elder's pale nose snorted extensively, his head turning back towards the ceiling of the den. The kit's vim radiated from him; The spitting image of what all kits portrayed when they scrambled around camp and made such a ruckus. But the honor it had in the face of an elder- What a fine lad!
"Now aren't you ma's lil' wuss!" Acorntuft mrrowed razzly with his thick Irish tongue, rolling onto his side so he held his head up with a paw. The gaze he cast down on the grey thing was a perfect depiction of everything he was thinking, note a hint of mockery. "Ight, ight, how'bout you go bin honkerin' and fetch me a classfull meal, lad. Can't cater to your story-telling-needs on a growlin' stomach, now can I?" Now if this cat wasn't a childish, tale-seeking kit, Acorntuft's over-exaggeration would be clear as day.