ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Arie]

Originally Posted by Doodle

Tuftbreeze turned her gaze to her paws, embarrassed. "Is it really that obvious?" She mumbled, sneaking a glance up at the tom. A soft smile came to her face as she took him in, one eye closed as he concentrated on her messy fur. "It's been a while since I groomed it," she apologized to Ravenvine, trying to take a look at the state of her fur without moving out of the tom's reach and disrupting him. Of course, the one time she isn't kept neat and clean, she ends up sharing tongues with a clanmate. Normally, the molly was on top of her appearance. Grooming kept her busy, stopped her from overthinking and prevented her panic attacks from coming on. She would have been grooming herself now, had she not started speaking to the black tom. She was slightly embarrassed at her state, but not as much as she would have if it'd been someone else in the clan. As she'd already realized, the molly was much more at ease in Raven's presence than she was with most others.

Ravenvine finished up and looked at her, softness shining in his eyes. "It is okay, I felt like we could rest and then go on a hunt? I also need to spot out possible shelter spots." He stood and shifted his broad shoulders, the muscles feeling stiff. As he sat down in his former spot in front of her he felt the stiff fur around his neck and he turned and asked gently, "Would you do me a favour? I can't reach the fur on my neck and..." his voice shook, slowly with fear, "I think... that there's something on my neck." He was starting to shake as bad thought's ran through his head. "Please tell me, please tell me it's not a spider."

{Tbh, it should be a spider cause his reaction is so funny xD He was all soft and now his arachnophobia is showing again}

[Doodle]

Originally Posted by Arié

Ravenvine finished up and looked at her, softness shining in his eyes. "It is okay, I felt like we could rest and then go on a hunt? I also need to spot out possible shelter spots." He stood and shifted his broad shoulders, the muscles feeling stiff. As he sat down in his former spot in front of her he felt the stiff fur around his neck and he turned and asked gently, "Would you do me a favour? I can't reach the fur on my neck and..." his voice shook, slowly with fear, "I think... that there's something on my neck." He was starting to shake as bad thought's ran through his head. "Please tell me, please tell me it's not a spider."

{Tbh, it should be a spider cause his reaction is so funny xD He was all soft and now his arachnophobia is showing again}

Tuftbreeze nodded, glancing towards the camp entrance. She could go for another hunt- going with someone else would be a change, something she hadn't done since her last hunting patrol. In fact, she wasn't sure she'd ever been invited out on a hunt with just one singular cat. A small smile came to her maw when she turned back to the tom. "That sounds lovely. I can help you with those shelter spots- I'm out of camp quite a lot." The more time she spent out of camp, the less likely one of her panic attacks would happen in front of others. She wasn't sure how it'd happened- luck, someone from Starclan looking out for her- but so far none of her clanmates had any clue about her anxiety or panic attacks. She was more than happy to keep it that way. Tuft perked up when asked for a favor, moving into a sitting position to look at the tom. Her gaze drifted to her neck, taking in the small black arachnid. Her eyes quickly flitted back to Ravenvine and she smiled once more, this one put on in an effort to soothe the tom. She made a split second decision. "No, just a beetle," she reassured him with a lie, leaning over and grabbing the spider in her mouth before flicking it off, far enough away that it shouldn't bother the black cat again. The molly stared off in the direction she'd chucked the spider, making sure it wasn't visible back there. Satisfied when she couldn't see it, she turned back to Ravenvine and gave the back of his neck a few licks to get the fur back in place. "There, all better," she soothed when finished, leaning back and looking at the tom. He really was scared of spiders, huh?

[Arie]

Originally Posted by Doodle

Tuftbreeze nodded, glancing towards the camp entrance. She could go for another hunt- going with someone else would be a change, something she hadn't done since her last hunting patrol. In fact, she wasn't sure she'd ever been invited out on a hunt with just one singular cat. A small smile came to her maw when she turned back to the tom. "That sounds lovely. I can help you with those shelter spots- I'm out of camp quite a lot." The more time she spent out of camp, the less likely one of her panic attacks would happen in front of others. She wasn't sure how it'd happened- luck, someone from Starclan looking out for her- but so far none of her clanmates had any clue about her anxiety or panic attacks. She was more than happy to keep it that way. Tuft perked up when asked for a favor, moving into a sitting position to look at the tom. Her gaze drifted to her neck, taking in the small black arachnid. Her eyes quickly flitted back to Ravenvine and she smiled once more, this one put on in an effort to soothe the tom. She made a split second decision. "No, just a beetle," she reassured him with a lie, leaning over and grabbing the spider in her mouth before flicking it off, far enough away that it shouldn't bother the black cat again. The molly stared off in the direction she'd chucked the spider, making sure it wasn't visible back there. Satisfied when she couldn't see it, she turned back to Ravenvine and gave the back of his neck a few licks to get the fur back in place. "There, all better," she soothed when finished, leaning back and looking at the tom. He really was scared of spiders, huh?

{Omg, let's get going <3 - you can go to the territory for next post cause they're going house shopping and food hunting}

Ravenvine sighed in relief as she moved away the beetle. Well what was really the difference between beetles and spiders? Oh yeah. One he could eat. As he felt her tongue on the fur on his neck his body relaxed and the tensing in his shoulders disappeared. "So wanna go on that hunt? We can bunker down if we find a good spot and I can try to help you... if you would like it." The tom liked his chest softly again, trying to hide his nervousness. He then stood up determined. He nudged Tuftbreeze on her paws as well and parted the thorns that blocked the entrance to the shelter. "Be careful, the torns poke out eyes. I really should stop using them... but," he halted and his eyes shone with a mix of fear and amusement, "... they're good for killing spiders and having them out of my nest is something I appreciate dearly." He then headed out and looked back at her, over his right shoulder.

[RedHead]

Originally Posted by .:Blue Wishes:.

(this is going to be short sorry-)

Goldenstar nodded, understanding how someone could care so much for their kits. Being a good mother was important in his eyes. He had his own kit, though it was more of adopting, and his mate was wonderful when it came to her, but she still wanted kits, and he wasn't prepared for that. However, he liked watching other cats raise their kits with love and affection, it made him feel better about it all.
The leader recoiled slightly when he saw the other tom flatten his ears. He had tried to get in contact with his family, they just weren't that close by this point. He listened to the question, and half shrugged, half nodded. "Yeah, sometimes it can be like that," he admitted, trying to not let the regret mess him up. He listened to him talk about his family quietly, nodding once or twice. He was more or less open to outsiders, though hearing that he was part Riverclan did unnerve him slightly. Forcing himself to push any grudges against the other clan away, he nodded. "That sounds hard..." he murmured, unsure of what else to say, hating how awkward things had become.

Russetburr motivés the awkward silence that had settled between the two of them. He shifted on his paws a little, trying to think of something else to say. “Yeah, families can be difficult. But, I’m doing pretty good now.” He purred, flicking his tail a little as he glanced around the clearing. He figured he should probably get some work done, go hunting or something. Plus Goldenstart probably had some important matters to tend to, and the ginger tom didn’t want to hold him up from that. Getting to his paws, Russetburr dipped his head to Goldenstar, smiling a little. “Thanks for talking with me, it was really enjoyable.” He purred, then turned to pad away. “I’ve probably got some warrior duties to get to, so good luck with your own.”

[We can leave it here, or you can post once more if you feel like it.]

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by RedHead

Wolfglare had been out, doing duties, almost the entire day. It had been a cooler day, thankfully, so the large, thick-furred tom had tried to get as much done as possible. He’d been on multiple hunting patrols, as well as a couple border patrols. He was beyond tired, but of course, the tom couldn’t sleep. His insomnia was always there, whenever he did try to get some rest.

Such as now. The dark-furred tomcat was laying just outside of the warriors den, trying to still his mind enough to at least get some rest, even if it was brief. But his mind kept me answering, from his family, to his brother, to some of the cats he’d talked to today, and then it landed on one thought. Chrysanthemumshade. The last time the two had talked, it hadn’t ended well. Wolfglare wasn’t mad about the situation any more, it would be silly to waste energy on that. But he still felt slightly uncomfortable. Like he had this feeling that she might still be mad at him. He figured from the beginning that she might have some silly fear of him, but from that last conversation they had, Wolfglare bad started to think maybe it was real, and not just silly.

As he was staring off into the distance, a movement caught his icy colored hues. Focusing his gaze, he spotted a silver pelt, and, as the feline turned her face, two large green eyes. Wolfglare would know those eyes anywhere.
As he watched his friend, he became slightly suspicious. She looked like she was creeping around. Why is there a reason to creep around camp? He’d never had a problem with going out o camp whenever he wanted. What’s she up to?

Getting to his paws, Wolfglare followed the silver feline, staying to the shadows as not to give himself away. He had to see what she was up to. And she couldn't know he was doing it.

Apparently, Chrysanthemumshade never been very attentive to her surroundings because then she would had noticed a dark shadow outside the warriors’ den when she left it. Instead, her attention span always been pretty fleeting, having to now focus on a little flying critter that eventually left her grasp. She pouted, “Come back... I get lonely.” She whimpered, ears pinned to her head for a moment, eyes trained on her paws. It was pretty pathetic how she was reacting, so she shook her head to try and cheer herself up. But, what exactly could she find herself doing to cheer up?

Would she dare travel back into the territory to linger there? She shivered. The last time she was in the territory, it was an accident. At first, she was hesitant when Wolfglare appeared, wishing it was any other cat, that she could only describe as being less ‘intimidating’, but then again, the selfish part of her brain racked up that if she had a big fella like Wolfglare by her side, no other would dare bother her! He’d be her bodyguard and protect her against...she sighed blissfully, anything. Then again, selfish - she couldn’t use him in that way. That’s not what friends did.

Albeit, she questioned herself, wondering if they were still friends. She was quite offended, being the one who was undeniably emotional - she’d be the one to cry when she saw kits born, or when she would break a claw - which was painful for her. She was the type to cry to an extreme when she was scolded, even if it was lightly. She could never forget the look in his eyes when she offended him. He looked like he was ready to hit her...with the size of his paw, she was sure that he would had ended up murdering her. Admittedly, that was the only reason she avoided him since their last encounter. The color of his eyes was overwhelming for her, she strayed away from the color blue for the longest.

Now that the brooding tom swarmed her thoughts, she felt her heart lightly pounding in her chest out of fear. She looked around slightly, imagining that he must had been watching her, seeking some type of revenge, and it caused her to scurry further away. “You’re being ridiculous, Chrysanthemumshade - it’s not like the guy have a hit list...possibly?” She paused, blinking her eyes. “Does he?” She felt her breathing quicken up, being quite overly dramatic. “What if he does? What if I’m on it? What if he’s planning and plotting and tweaking and waiting and watching and - and - and -“ She let out a yelp. Apparently, she seemed to have walked into a thorn bush without noticing. She jumped back, hissing, stumbling backward until she fell on her rear, her tail bushing behind her as she whimpered softly.

She huffed, picking up her paw to start nosing it softly, having to start making sure no thorns were severely in her paw pads. She muttered a swore, only to reprimand herself for using such a foul word.

[Gone]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

@Raven & Co;

The Siamese kitten listened quietly, too amazed to say anything. Truly, this information wasn't particularly interesting to the normal warrior, but Bunnykit wasn't a typical warrior. She was a kit, and that meant that everything was always ten times more exciting. Her icy blue hues were like moons as they stretched wider to see the middle of the den through the darkness. "I want to sleep there one day! Where it's cozier than every other spot!" She exclaimed, being careful to keep her voice down. She was staring at what looked to be the very centre of the den. She doubted that anything could be better than squishing up beside her clanmates, being quickly warmed in the cold conditions of Leaf-bare. I'll make my way there someday, she thought determinedly.
"Where would we put the new warriors if we ran out of space here?" She asked, tilting her head curiously. Would they make a second den to fit more warriors? Or would the new warriors have to sleep outside, where it was spacious, but cold? Surely her father wouldn't make their clanmates do that, right? Bunnykit didn't know the camp well enough to know a likely answer to that first suggestion, and she doubted that Goldenstar would want to risk getting his warriors sick.
Bunnykit didn't ask anymore questions, as she wanted to hear more about the dens. The she-cat now felt as if though she'd been to see all the dens, but she had only been given a brief explanation. Bunnykit purred loudly as Bella bent down to lick her and giggled quietly. Her ears then perked to attention in time to hear about the leader's den. "The leader's den? What's it like in there? Is it comfortable? Is it big? Do you prefer it over the warriors' den? Will I ever get to go in there?" The questions came flooding out of her mouth as her curiosity was captured by yet another thing. Noticing that Goldenstar hadn't said much so far, she turned her body to face him and spoke in his direction. Clearly, she wanted these answers to come from him.

Bella gazed at the kitten and smiled, she gazed at her mate for a bit, realising the kitten wanted the answer to come from him, though, as she saw that the tom wasn't really answering, she moved her tail until it touched his leg, after all, she didn't know where the warriors would go if it ever happened that they ran out of space in this den, she hadn't been in ShadowClan long enough to know he answer to that, but the question left her intrigued as well, where would warriors be put if the den managed to excess its capacity. Though, she felt like she could give her own answer about the leader's den, after all, they probably wouldn't have the same opinion. "Well, no, the leader's den isn't as big, after all, it is supposed to be for the leader only, it does feel big because there aren't nests everywhere... And it all depends, if you need to speak to your ather and he's in there, of course you'll be allowed in." She mewed and gave Bunnykit a lick before she went on. "Yes, it's comfortable, after all, I do sleep next to him every night and his fur is pretty soft." She purred and gave the leader a smile. "What do you think, Goldenstar?" She asked, she wanted to finally include the tom into this conversation, after all, he never got in the conversation.

@.:Blue Wishes:.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by Celestial

[ Not a problem, I have no energy ]

At least one of my grandchildren carries the family gene of successful reproduction! That's an awkward thought. Jaysong, don't ever think or say that again. her face lit up as she withdrew from her granddaughters side and she nearly burst. Her lip curled and she felt her paws tingling ' 'does your mother know? Have you seen daydream yet, oh great starclan how far are you along? Oh. I'm going to be a great great grandmother...' ' at that thought she nearly tripped over her own paws with excitement. Her eyes where wide and they searched pearldances with enthusiasm, ' 'whos the father?' ' she said softly eyes gleaming as she forced herself to sit back down.

Pearldance felt a little overwhelmed by all the questions. She wasn't sure how to tell her grandmother, but at the mention of her mate, she gave Jaysong a very sad look. Her icy hues were close to teary and her head dropped to the ground. Her long-time best friend had gone missing and she was hoping that Jaysong was going to realize that. Pearldance hadn't really been acting herself except for when she realized she was expecting his kittens. She eventually looked up at Jaysong then gestured towards the camp entrance, the saddened look remained on her face. That was the only way she knew how to sign that he was gone.

[Fuzzy]

@Tazzy @Echofall @Darkclaws

Wolfhowl laid her head on her paws completely and utterly exhausted. The gray and white molly had just given birth to three beautiful mollies and it took a lot out of her. Who knew giving birth was such hard work, and painful! But, it's all worth it, I have three priceless daughters. She thought her amber eyes gazing at the three beautiful bundles of joy a her stomach. They were perfect, the first born and largest of the three was a brown gray color with white little paws a nice mix between her parents, the second born was a black and chocolate brown looking just like her father and the third, but not least was a fluffy mottled gray and dark brown kitten with little white paws.
Letting out a content sigh Wolfhowl pulled her daughters close, without their father she'd be the one who named all three of them. And she was sure now what to name them. "Nutkit," She commented resting her tail on her first born's head. " Owlkit" The molly continued resting her tail on the kitten looking just like her mate. "And Wildkit." She finished touching her third daughters head with her tail tip. " Welcome to ShadowClan my precious daughters. " The gray and white queen purred in a gentle loving manner her amber eyes full of love.

[Dark]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

@Tazzy @Echofall @Darkclaws

Wolfhowl laid her head on her paws completely and utterly exhausted. The gray and white molly had just given birth to three beautiful mollies and it took a lot out of her. Who knew giving birth was such hard work, and painful! But, it's all worth it, I have three priceless daughters. She thought her amber eyes gazing at the three beautiful bundles of joy a her stomach. They were perfect, the first born and largest of the three was a brown gray color with white little paws a nice mix between her parents, the second born was a black and chocolate brown looking just like her father and the third, but not least was a fluffy mottled gray and dark brown kitten with little white paws.
Letting out a content sigh Wolfhowl pulled her daughters close, without their father she'd be the one who named all three of them. And she was sure now what to name them. "Nutkit," She commented resting her tail on her first born's head. " Owlkit" The molly continued resting her tail on the kitten looking just like her mate. "And Wildkit." She finished touching her third daughters head with her tail tip. " Welcome to ShadowClan my precious daughters. " The gray and white queen purred in a gentle loving manner her amber eyes full of love.

The small chocolate brown and black kitten having just been born flinched a little when her mother touched her head with her tail since it had been a whole new experience. But something Owlkit did notice was how cold it was and immediately started crawling towards her mother's belly where she could smell milk. Pawing at her mother's belly she let out a small mew as well as a yawn. She nuzzled closer to her mother's belly for warmth, pushing past her two sisters.

[vellichor]

Originally Posted by RedHead

At the sound of pawsteps coming towards her, Ambercrackle pricked her ears. She turned her head to see a pale-furred warrior heading towards her, and as he got closer, she recognized him as Windygale, the newish deputy. Ambercrackle remembered when Halfgaze was deputy, she hadn’t known the molly very well. And she didn’t know Windygale very well either. She wasn’t sure if she would care to either, but she knew she’d always give them a chance if spoken to. And upon seeing the tom heading towards her, Ambercrackle let out a few deep breaths, hoping that she could control her raging emotions enough to have a decent conversation with the tom.

At his statement, she let a small smile spread itself across her face, hoping she looked at least a little friendly. “Well, I’m doing better than I was.” It was true. She was doing better than when she had lost the majority of her kits. Maybe not much better, but still. Better.

Windygale ducked his head. He let his eyes flit up, meeting the other feline’s. The she-cat has seemed... off, in a way. Though her smile was a bit friendly. What did he have to worry about? With the tiniest shake of his pelt, he lifted his head and sat down, tail curled over his paws like a snake. He gave another polite nod, acknowledging her words. “Well, that’s good. But are you alright? I mean,” he went on, trying to explain. “You could’ve been great, and now you’re amazing, but then again you could’ve been terrible, and now you’re just feeling bad. There’s a difference. So I just want to know, are you okay? Because,” Windygale started rambling, feeling awkward. “You know, it’s my job to make sure the Clan is taken care of, and I’m sorry I’m just rambling on at this point...” He trailed off awkwardly, shuffling his paws and flattening his ears.