ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Reptilian Cabinets]

Originally Posted by Greenleap

He did as he was told, falling limp.

BlackSwift began flicking his long tail, waiting for SwiftPaw to jump up. 'I wonder what it'll be like with my apprentice becoming a warrior and sharing a den?' The tom thought, letting his guard down.


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ThunderClan-EchoKit
ShadowClan-BlackSwift
RiverClan-LargeKit
WindClan-SoftFeather, SprucePaw ( SprucePaw needs a mentor http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/...465#post724465)

[Sorrow]

Originally Posted by alan

The feline kept a close eye on the orange tom padding up to her , rolling her eyes at his words. Comes faster than you think? He was probably just saying that , or he ended up becoming a warrior early somehow. “No.” Fleapaw remarked , her temper not dying down. “So far it's going pretty slow and I'm not a big fan of it.” The only good thing about her apprenticeship was her mentor. Duskblossom was enjoyable to be around , so it made things a bit better. That didn't mean she enjoyed being an apprentice though. Most people still treated you like a kit if you didn't have battle experience or haven't trained much. Which...was funny since she applied to both of those things. “Im going to become a warrior early though.” Ah , yes. Her master plan to fight a dog and become a warrior early! 'Course , Sunfall couldn't really know that , now could he?

Listen, the tom growled, rounding on Fleapaw and baring his teeth, I'm stuck with a stupid, untrained, lazy apprentice who obviously doesn't care for warriors, or becoming a warrior. Sunfall glared at the apprentice and dug his claws into the ground. Fleapaw would never become a warrior if she acted like this!

[panchiko]

// @Fallen One
"i know righttt!! it was so rude!! like, i put so much of my VALUABLE time and effort, which i could be doing.... dying, or gossiping, or sleeping, or something! and then bam! the mouse has FLOPPY ears! ugh, the audacity! the nerve! hm.. y'know what, i think it was a male! not sure about bisexual, though. is there any, like... easy way to tell? wow, i'm an idiot.... this is common dusky knowledgE!! i'm a disgrace, i should know how to tell the difference between a straight mouse and a bisexual one! hmph.." dusky murmured agitatedly. she should be ashamed of herself! "hmmm, will you, please? i have this very terrible disease that keeps making me look worse,,,, it's called aging, so we need to work fast to make sure i trap a guy in a relationship before i'm too old to even be able to catch a floppy ear mouse! plus, it would be so fun!! yes, spriggyyy!! you should fix me right upp!! and you better reject some of the cute ones... i'm not getting stuck with your leftovers," she replied, beaming. "juicy... hmm... no one ever tells me the juicy gossip!.... or maybe i just don't pay much attention. probably both! aaa i don't know!! do you have any nice drama?? ooh, and by the way, i think i was last groomed like... maybe... 4 days ago? yeah, sounds about right! takes too long, anyway. plus, i have you to find me a cute guy, so i don't have to walk around looking all pretty! i look pretty naturally, anyway. not as cute as you, obviously, but... i'll take what i can get!"

[MEAT ANGELS]

@hope
(damn this was honestly a really good pairing)

Sprigroot nodded, not really listening. The mouse was just a joke, and dusk was going to have to put up with his leftovers. He wanted a mate, even just a short term one. One that was cute, and wouldn’t look at other toms when Sprig wasn’t looking. He was the king! Their throats would be slit! “Yes yes yes yes... floppy ears.. alright... Anywho, WHY THE HELL WON’T YOU GROOM?! I mean, look at this mess!” He pawed at the knotted neck-fluff, eyes narrowed. “Honestly, you’re lucky I put up with you, sweetheart.” With his luck, he wouldn’t need to reject the cute ones. Because they’d fall right into his grasp, ready to be king-sprigged. Hail KING SPRIGROOT! Gay overlord of the best.. well, that was argue-able.. Clan! “Honestly... did you ever think you could obtain this beauty? Urge, do me a solid and wash your paws. I’m not touching those.” Yuck. Dusky was his bestie, sure, but ew.

[panchiko]

// pft yessss it's perfecttt @Fallen One
duskblossom's whiskers twitched with amusement. pfttt, look at her darling,,,,, getting all riled up over her not grooming. true friendship. "welLLLL i mean it's a big waste! i mean, i spend like, so long grooming, just to go outside for TWO SECONDS and get my fur all dirty and messy again! it's so annoying!!! and, like, i don't need to groom my fur for all the guys because whenever they see me, they see you first, and then you catch their eye and then i'm left all alone with my icky fur and my neverending lonelinessSSSS!! only i'm not lonely because i have you! wait.. what were we talking about again? oh yeahhhh, my fur! isn't it so nice and fluffy? wait no,, eek, look at it! it's so... messed up! what'd you do to my fur! goodness me," she murmured, getting to work on grooming her fur for a few moments before she realized that she was contradicting what she'd said earlier.

duskblossom cleared her throat. "ahherm. what i meant to say was that my fur is all... niced up! it looks perfectly fineeeee without me grooming it for four days! except it's probably not good for me if i don't clean up my fur, but who careesss!! i look fun! if guys don't like how i look normally, too bad for them!" she listened for a moment to what spriggy said about washing her paws. "my paws look just fi- oh. ah,.... one moment. technical difficulties please stand by." duskblossom washed her paws for a moment, making a disgusted face as she did so. yeeshhh. she understood why spriggy didn't want to go anywhere near those... things. could they even be called paws? yuCK. she really should groom more often, but she was just so... lazyyyyy~.

"there, my paws are all washed up!"

[nocturnal]

If a cat was to ask about Frostpaw's preferred time of day, then he would either respond with dawn or night, if he even responded at all. It depended on which cat was asking; he did not have the time for such trivial inquiries. He could always make the time, but of course, only if he wanted to. It was the peace and quiet that made those times enjoyable; most cats were either too tired or still drowsy from a night's rest to try and strike up conversation.

Interestingly enough, Frostpaw was not a morning cat. If not for dawn patrols, training, etcetera, the tom would gladly sleep in until sunhigh. Disappointingly, he was also sensitive to movement, and had it drilled into his mind to always wake at the first hint of light, which effectively ruined any plans that he might have to prevent himself from waking. At least it increased his productivity, he supposed. The earlier he woke, the faster he could get his body to function correctly.

The lack of movement from Doepaw caused Frostpaw to turn to her once again, and he froze when the molly's head rested on his shoulder. Silent befuddlement clouded his gaze, but just as he was about to open his maw to say something, a small lick silenced the white tom, followed by Doepaw sharing tongues with him. This was odd. Odd, but acceptable. He was finding many things as odd yet acceptable recently. Frostpaw contemplated returning the favor, but an odd sense of pride and a wariness of initiating contact prevented him from doing so. Luckily, Doepaw spoke up and spared him from his internal troubles. He couldn't speak while grooming simultaneously, after all.

At first hearing, the questions that Doepaw asked sounded simple to answer. Registering the words in his mind, however, Frostpaw realized that it would a bit more difficult than that. How did one describe color to a cat who lived in darkness? He couldn't say that he was the color of snow, because he wasn't sure if Doepaw knew that snow was white. Did cats who lived in darkness dream in light? But Doepaw asked for colors specifically, so Frostpaw assumed so. He would do his best to describe things to her.

"The apprentices' den is made of brambles, dark brown and twisting around to create walls. We are in the back corner of the den, and it is dawn. The faintest bit of light is seeping through the den entrance, casting shadows around other cats and their oval, moss nests." From there, Frostpaw switched to describing himself. "My fur is of a longer medium length and solid white. Certain cats have described it as 'fluffy', especially when speaking of my tail. However, I am inclined to disagree. As you might have noticed, it takes a while to groom. I am slightly larger than the average cat. My eyes are blue; it's shade resembles the color of the river on a sunny day." He would describe the scenery, but there wasn't much to see inside the apprentices' den.

All while speaking, Frostpaw was still highly conscious of the tongue against his fur. Alertness wasn't bad in Frostpaw's perspective, but he was too conscious of the wrong thing. If Doepaw had been a rogue, then the white tom would have an excuse for his high attentiveness towards her actions, but the molly wasn't a rogue and this anxious feeling wasn't making any sense.

At Doepaw's last musing, Frostpaw opened his maw slightly but no words came out. It was a good question. How was it to see? How was it to not see? To see was like an infinite pattern, a loop, a tale, a story. Seeing, in a way, was understanding. So what did that make darkness? Darkness was a relief, a break from the bright images that threatened to burn one's mind. But it wasn't a question meant for Frostpaw to answer, and he doubted that he would be able to do so correctly. And so the tom closed his maw, quickly returned a small lick to Doepaw's shoulder, and stayed silent.

@Arie

[Fuzzy]

@Moon Lily @Beau @Wings @Scum @Slushie

Mommy wasn't going to take away the pain? Why? How couldn't she? She could fix everything right? Right?! Beechkit whimpered and buried her face deeper into her crying mother's belly. The soft fur burned her ear. It stung worse then she imagined it could. Yet, the pain in the rest of her body was worse. The torn flesh on her shoulder, the ripped off chin and chest junks, her open stomach wound that had been bitten, thankfully not deep enough to reach any organs... then her missing tail. Beechkit didn't really notice that it was missing. It just hurt so bad... so bad. How could there be so much pain? The most pin she'd ever had was burses and tiny scratches from her siblings. Little booboos
As other cats started talking, the little grey tabby just pressed her eyes closed. She didn't know the new voices, only that they seemed to be helping. Wanting to know what went on. Beechkit didn't care anymore! She just wanted the pain to be gone! Glidingleaf said Irisflame and Echopaw could help. If these were the cats she wanted them to fix it. All of it! Just make it go away! The young kit willed silently clinching her teeth. Right now she just wanted to go back to where she wasn't hurting.
No more pain. That's what she wanted...

[Leucos]

@StealthWarrior @Terrestrial @Beau

Hobbling quickly along with a somewhat look of pain on her face, Cherrymist went toward her patrol members. Oh? And a praise? And come to her if forest needed help? She slurped it up like she was dying of thirst. She gave beastspark a thank you smile with a tail swish.
"I'm Here darlings ~ now all we have to wait for is mudfern " she'll take it easy. She did just get back not too long ago . Besides she didn't want to put more strain on her probably infected leg. Stupid fox... And these sounded like fresh new cats. Of course she should go easy on them..even though part of her was wanting to drag mudfern over here.

[dionysus]

[ @Moon Lily @Wings @Scum @Slushie @Fuzzy ]

Glidingleaf sniffles but the kittens’ lack of tears knocked some sense into her. She shouldn’t be crying! She had to be strong for them. The striped queen continued to scrape her tongue over every inch of the kits that weren’t injured and she forced herself to be strong for them.

“I don’t know what happened, I just arrived.”

Irisflame’s appearance sent waves of relief over Glidingleaf but they were quickly followed by more fear and anxiety. She needed the kits to be ok. She needed Irisflame to heal them. Luckily, Stormfly was able to offer the story but it left Glidingleaf speechless. Shock buzzed like lightening in her head and she just couldn’t believe that one of the elders had eaten the children. That was simply insane! Yet the kits clearly had the bite marks to prove it.

Glidingleaf thought she might throw up, but she couldn’t now. Instead, she loosened her hold on the kittens to allow Irisflame to work on them, despite the instinct to continue to cling to them. Continuing to briskly lick each kit while offering Irisflame space, Glidingleaf spoke to Snailkit, Whisperkit, and Beechkit in as certain a voice as she could muster, hoping the certainty and authority in her voice would offer some comfort.

“It’s ok now, kittens. Irisflame and Echopaw are here to take care of you and I’m here to protect you. They can make you feel a bit better and I’ll make sure no cat gets through to try to hurt you ever again.”

[versailles]

[ @hope // sorry it was posted so late!! ;; ]

As she padded to the edge of the training grounds , Fleapaw would look behind her so she could glance at Duskblossom who was a little ways behind her. She wouldn't mind if she ran up ahead , right? If she did , oh well! As soon as the apprentice took one more step , she bounded across the vast area. Once she was a few tree lengths away from her mentor , she jumped into the air only to (almost) fall face first into the ground , rolling around in the grass. It was more or less of a way to avoid training , even if it was for only a few minutes or so. But she had to admit she was excited to be out here. Being out here meant she would learn battle stuff! Tactics! Techniques! How to beat people up! Which was perfect if she was going to beat up a nasty and fat dog. There was no way she was giving up on that. Nobody could convince her to not do it , especially if nobody knew. Wow , I really am smart. She thought with a slight purr and a smile. Wow, she was in a good mood! Maybe there was something in the air? Or maybe the prey she ate? Well , whatever it was , she didn't mind it one bit.

Standing up from the ground , she craned her neck to lick off little blades of grass that had somehow made its way onto her fur. Don't recommend it , grass definitely taste good and didn't feel nice to lick. Scrunching up her nose , she shook her had as she waited for Duskblossom to catch up. She must've ran really fast— or went too far into the training grounds. “Duskblossom! Dusky!” She called , rubbing her paws against the ground like she was charging up energy. She probably was. Tail flicking , the thin molly decided to start tapping her paws against the ground. 'Tippy Tappies' , if you will. “I don't want to learn how to jump and all that junk.” She said. She wasn't sure if that was apart of her training , but she hoped not. Jumping was boring , not useful in battle , an most of all; couldn't beat up anyone. “I want to learn...” She trailed off. What would be useful against a dog? Or a wolf? Or something like that?

Suddenly it came to her. “I want to learn how to kill!” That didn't come out right at all. It sounded more evil than anything else , and Fleapaw realized this after a solid minute. “...Kill badgers.” She added on. No way was she going to reveal she was hunting after dogs. Besides , weren't badgers big and bad? So if anything , it made her last sentence sound better! Yeah! No badgers , badgers are bad!