ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

It didn't happen all of the time, but from time to time, Badgersong got a headache due to frustration, particularly frustration with other cats. And he could feel one coming up now, gripping the sides of his head and making his jaws hurt as it appeared he was clenching them together too tight. "For reasons a cat as ignorant as you couldn't possibly understand. Everything must be sunshine and butterflies in your skull, you wouldn't know the first thing about the moons I've seen and the pain and grief I've felt. I have plenty of reason to act the way I do and I'm not wasting my breath on explaining it to you anymore. It's not coming to any use it appears." Brows furrowed in his increased agitation again, his claws would hook into the soft ground. He needed to calm down and stop getting so frustrated with her, but he was beginning to feel as if he couldn't help it. It felt impossible to deal with cats like her without getting frustrated and agitated. Perhaps that's why his sons never saw him as a good father despite being a loyal and dedicated warrior for Shadowclan.
"Of course you didn't think about it. And no. Maybe I don't want to share it with you because you have no business knowing about it. I'm not obligated to share my life story with anybody. If I don't feel like sharing with anybody then that's it. It's my right." The tip of his tail quivered, as if he were trying to decide to get angry any further with her trying to teach him some sort of lesson. She did not have the seniority to teach him, if anything she should try to be taking notes from him.
"Friends. Hmph. Yeah." The black and white tom just made a bitter face and shook his head. "I'm not looking to be friends with you. Or anybody for that matter."
Regardless though, he still shared the story of his scar, perhaps the only story of his past that he would ever tell others. He wouldn't bring to light his previous mate, how she left the clan to become a loner, leaving their two sons here, how one of his sons went missing moons ago and how he's left with only one son who hated him. How he himself constantly tried to prove himself to his father, only to continuously be ignored right up until his fathers death. It was as if his father didn't even know his name. How his mother was more interested in talking to the other queens rather than caring for her only son. He wouldn't share that with anyone, he hardly liked to acknowledge it himself.
A small frown would touch his muzzle at her excitement of hearing about the badger. The story may have been exciting for her, but to Badgersong, it only reminded him of why it was so hard to walk now, and the memory of losing a friend. "It's not," he murmured, looking away. It was a pain he wished for no cat to feel. "He'd probably jab at me for getting this scar, saying I should have jumped out of the way. He was always pushing me to do better and I would do the same for him." His eyes glossed for a moment and the beginnings of a smile would touch his muzzle before it would quickly dissipate again. "Of course he is." There was a flicker of the familiar anger in his gaze as he focused on her again, annoyed that she would even suggest that there was any other fate for his deceased friend.

The tom was surely right about one thing: Everything in Pearcloud's skull was sunshine and butterflies in this kitty's skull. Even as he straightforwardly insulted her, she was able to contort his words into something sweet and meaningful, as if he given her a compliment instead of belittling her. She had blinked at him, just a little confounded. His words appeared to be more than a paragraph for her hearing. Her mind was only able to take certain words out of context so she could understand what he was exactly telling her. ''I think someone needs cuddles.'' Pearcloud registered his tone being one of belligerent. While she didn't understand most of what others were saying, she did understand tones. This tom's tone was certainly not a kind one, but that didn't deter Pearcloud from being her naturally sweet self. ''Cuddles are the best because then you're around other soft fur, and having someone near you can be comforting. It's the best feeling in the world. I think...I believe that the world would be a better place if we all just cuddled, right? Then there wouldn't be anymore wars or fights or anything bad!'' She almost cheered at her theory, unaware if it was ridiculous or not. Pearcloud was that she cat that adored light affection, and purely believed that cuddling would solve all the world's issues. It didn't sound too strange to her - maybe the tom just needed some cuddles to make him feel better.

If the tom had a thorn up his rear, it entirely went unnoticed by Pearcloud. She tried to analyze certainty in his words as he spewed insults her way, and only became more hostile. She was virtually blank, her tail thumping the ground slowly. She scratched her ear with her hind leg, contemplating on how to respond. But she simply let out a gasp - he didn't want to be friends? That broke her heart more than anything. ''Oh, but why not?'' She whimpered, seemingly ready to whine herself. She wanted to be friends - she loved making friends. Friends were that one thing that kept others' sane, aside from family. It was extremely important to her; family and friends. She never knew her mother for long. She was born, and at a couple weeks old, she was given to a new family. She had, at least, eight homes in her lifetime. At one point, she was an alley cat. The last family she had, she suffered a great beating from, and thus her trust in humanity remotely dampened. ''Everyone needs a friend. Someone to turn to. Someone who will listen. Someone who will motivate you. Someone who will love you when you don't feel much love for yourself. Someone who will be there in general....'' Pearcloud was a bit aloof, staring off distantly, dreamy as she spoke from the heart. It almost made her warm from the tip of her ears to her claw tips. She liked to think of the entire clan as her family, her friends, but if only her little mind could register how untrue this was. Most of her clan mates found her a nuisance to be around, and not the type of cat someone would indulge in intellectual talk. Most likely, her biggest fans were kits because Pearcloud could relate to them herself. Her stories were wild and creative, full of funny running gags, and never lacking imagination. ''We gotta be friends! We can be best friends! Mega best friends!'' She exclaimed, thinking that she would cheer the old tom up. With his facial expression, he desperately needed to smile. Laugh, possibly. It'd be nice to get one from him.

Pearcloud herself thought she'd feel better to hear the exhilarating tale of a tom of saved the day. She was prepped up for it too, a wide smile, head planted on her paws, laying low on her belly, but as she studied his expressions, hers started to waiver, and she started to whimper slightly. Pearcloud tried to stir away from sadness, or anything associated with depression. Joining Shadowclan was supposed to be her detoxification for all the trouble she faced. It was time to be with her own kind, the species that understood her because twolegs certainly had a strange way of showing their love. What he told her, she understood to a great extent the words he said. ''You should smile more. You'll look so much more prettier!'' She gushed. That was probably offensive, albeit unintentionally. Pearcloud thought that every cat who appeared to show happiness was pretty in her eyes. A frown was such a sad thing to see, and while she didn't think a frown made cats, for lack of better words, ugly, she did think a frown easily shone how the light in a cat's eyes washed away. She saw it though - his smile, until it quickly disappeared. ''That's what friends do...they push each other to do better. All the time.'' For a cat who lacked true friends, she assumed that she knew a lot about friendship. She didn't have a constant friend that she could turn to, and perhaps if she did, then she'd be able to understand the world a little better. ''That's why we gotta be friends!... Oooh! We'd be the best of buddies! I could be super fun too, everyday would be a mighty adventure'' She jumped to her paws, her mind whirling about the possibilities. No matter the look that the tom gave her, Pearcloud was a dreamer. She was persistent, and maybe just a little clingy to those she adored. Badgersong amused her just as much as he confused her. ''We should do something in honor of him.'' She suggested, recalling how fondly Bandgersong spoke of his late friend. She imagined that all must had sat vigil for the other tom, but she wasn't entirely sure. ''Celebrate the life he lived. I bet he'd love that. Watching over in Starclan...I wonder how starclan is though. Is it like...'' She paused briefly, turning to gaze at her company, head tilted, ''Is it like...cats walking on the stars? Like the actual stars at night, and we don't even know that they are walking above us? Or, is it like somewhere that is more...real? Like an actual clan? Can we actually go to starclan and live there? I think I would want to live in starclan. It sounds cool...'' She giggled, having her whole mind to believe that this 'starclan' was a realistic star-filled clan with cats. Yeah, she'd definitely have a joy living there. She already liked to stargaze, but her attention was fleeting, so she only enjoyed the activity for seconds. Then again, it wasn't a surprise if she sounded ill-advised. She was a fully naive she-cat that practically had nothing but good thoughts and (possibly) air in that mind of hers.

[graves]

Originally Posted by SpookyNight

Sunblaze chuckled. “Have you never been winked at before or something?” The orange tabby tried not to blink as he allowed the medicine cat to examine his own amber orbs, pausing his tracks to make it even easier for them. “Sunsets can be orange, too. Your eyes are more like the orange types of sunsets. It’s fiery.” Sunblaze winked at them again. “I appreciate your concern, but I’m completely fine. Really-” The young warrior stumbled backward a bit at how close Daydream got, hind legs tripping over his own tail. Sunblaze spoke as he squirmed back onto his paws, blinking some freshness back into his now dry eyes. “You and I look a lot alike, you know.” Finally straightening himself, Sunplace took a proper seat in front of Daydream, curling his fluffy tail over his white paws. “I never really noticed it before. I’m just surprised no one’s mistaken me for you in the past, heh.” He chuckled again, wandering his amber gaze towards the clearing. He remembered was scheduled to go to on a hunting patrol, but Sunblaze wanted nothing to do with it. The conversation at hand was much more interesting than catching some old vole, even if Daydream wasn't the best of cats to fool around with. At least that’s what Sunblaze assumed so far. He had no problem fixing that, though.

¨no, and ive never been called handsome either. thats only what you call attractive cats, you know,¨ they mewed. they didnt think they were pretty, or handsome, or any of those things. they knew they werent, they knew they were scrawny, so much if you looked closely you could still see the outlines of their bones. they had scars all over their body and usually looked angry all the time. geckoleaf would be ashamed for how they turned out. they just looked tired all the time. so being called handsome was just a joke to them. they sat down across from him now, leaning back and getting out of his personal space. ¨yours remind me of thunderclans trees, you know.. when the suns shinning in them and theyre a bright green.¨ they returned the compliment, trying their best at being poetic andsomewhat failing. but they didnt care, they were trying. they wondered why sunblaze was so interested in them all of a sudde, but they werent complaining, things were...a bit lonely now with flashpaw gone. they couldnt remember the last time they talked to someone besides heatherfur, and shes gone right now too. it felt nice to just..speak again. to feel words coming out of thei routh that wasnt them yelling at themself in the den at night.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Bladeclaw

He stared at the cat. "But they kept you. Nothing seems wrong with you." He huffed. He never felt like talking to other cats, but this was a pretty quick conversation.

She seemd a bit irritated and carefully turned slightly revealing her scars on her side and back,” They kept me, but gave me scars. I think they killed my littermates. I haven’t heard of a litter of one before.” She replied

[Blazepaw]

Originally Posted by spookapi

She seemd a bit irritated and carefully turned slightly revealing her scars on her side and back,” They kept me, but gave me scars. I think they killed my littermates. I haven’t heard of a litter of one before.” She replied

Nightkit looked sadly at his denmate. "But at least someone bothered to even keep you. I was taken in and only nursed for a moon because i couldnt walk." He sighed again, feeling pain flood the den from the two cats.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Bladeclaw

Nightkit looked sadly at his denmate. "But at least someone bothered to even keep you. I was taken in and only nursed for a moon because i couldnt walk." He sighed again, feeling pain flood the den from the two cats.

She blinked," What if you knew your parents killed your littermates, would you still want them." She asked

[Blazepaw]

Originally Posted by spookapi

She blinked," What if you knew your parents killed your littermates, would you still want them." She asked

He looked at Eveningkit with confusion. "Well i already don't know if i have any littermates, but they porbably would have hated me too." He lay down, for he was shaking slightly uncontrollably. "Having parents would be fine, you'd know where you came from and stuff."

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Bladeclaw

He looked at Eveningkit with confusion. "Well i already don't know if i have any littermates, but they porbably would have hated me too." He lay down, for he was shaking slightly uncontrollably. "Having parents would be fine, you'd know where you came from and stuff."

She shrugged,” Knowing them is nice, simply knowing a name and where they are from, but having them...sucks. Plus a littermate would be in the situations with you, not hate you.” She replied

[Blazepaw]

Originally Posted by spookapi

She shrugged,” Knowing them is nice, simply knowing a name and where they are from, but having them...sucks. Plus a littermate would be in the situations with you, not hate you.” She replied

He made a low growl. "You think im like you? Like every kit here? You think thats why no one likes me?" He was becoming angrier by the second, but tried hard not to show it.
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[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by spookapi

Soaringkit wasn’t use to having to talk to others so she blinked,” I see you are here.” She wasn’t spoken to often so she didn’t really know how to respond to someone saying hi to her.

"I'm Pinewish. What's your name?" PineWish mewed. "Has anyone told you that you gotta be in the nursery still?" she asked. The fact that kits weren't allowed out of the clearing, or sometimes even the nursery, until they were a certain age annoyed her.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Bladeclaw

He made a low growl. "You think im like you? Like every kit here? You think thats why no one likes me?" He was becoming angrier by the second, but tried hard not to show it.

She shrugged,” Everyone ignores both of us, so we do have something in common. I don’t know why no one likes you.” She replied