ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

For @Suspiciousmindz


Forestpelt sat in the clearing, the black she cat's green hues looking almost worried. Had she really accused a clanmate of being a traitor without proof? And not just one, but two? The thought was almost unbearable to the she cat. How was that even possible? How else could it be possible, she had done it and it was over. There was no point in worrying about it now. She had been right about one, but Foxspring... That had been a mistake. He didn't strike me as a traitor in the first place. So why couldn't I have left one thing alone? This is exactly how I lost Dawnstorm in the first place and maybe- maybe it's better that way. I'm better off forgetting about him too. We could never have been friends in the first place, let alone...Her thoughts trailed off and she sighed. Maybe there was some way for her to set this right. Correct? Maybe, maybe there was some way for her to apologize. Swallow her pride and just...do it. For a moment, Forestpelt's green hues flashed with determination before she sighed. Could she really put her pride aside? Unfortunately, Forestpelt had a strong will and even stronger pride. Doing this would be admitting she was wrong, something Forestpelt hated to do. But then again...maybe this wasn't admitting she was wrong, maybe it was just saying she had made a mistake. Same thing, The she cat thought before signing. Oh well. This would work. It had to.




Redflight sat in the clearing, the russet she cat drawing her pale tongue over her paw. If there were any cats watching her, she didn't notice, and if they dared to make a remark they would regret it. The she cat was not in the mood to be bothered. What a day! She thought, before sinking down and rolling over onto her side. The russet feline's green hues could see the clearing fairly well from her position...and scope out the other cats. Was there someone among them who would dare to test her temper? Was there someone among them who could even deal with her temper? No, probably not...right? As far as she knew, there wasn't a cat alive who hadn't become her enemy...or at least someone who strongly disliked her...because they couldn't handle a few well aimed facts. Red flight sat up, yawning and revealing her shimmering white, ivory fangs. The feline ignored any curious glances she might be getting as she stretched out, her spine arching before she stood up completely. Her green hues twinkled mischievously and she winked at some random cat, watching as their eyes widened in surprise. No, she wasn't interested in any tom. Or she cat. Redflight was more than happy to be flying solo, so to speak.

Foxspring padded, almost limped through the clearing, collapsing onto the ground with a grunt near the warriors den. That battle was not worth it. All he wanted to do was rest now, but he was tired of the warriors den and instead let his legs stop him near it. The grunt? Well that was just because he was in pain, as anyone in the fight would be. His chest specifically hurt much more than perhaps it should. Foxspring was a bit too stubborn to actually admit to it though or go see Kestrelberry about his chest pains too. For now, he would simply observe the clearing, wondering who fought for the old leader and who were traitors. The whole fight ruined the clans trust for each other. Anyone could be a traitor. Anyone could be a traitor therefore, he'd be extra cautious for the next few moons.


Jaguarclaw was laying in the clearing. Normally he'd be around helping his clan mates, seeing what he could do, but the large Bengal seemed broken. His normally bright olive green hues were dull with heartache. He did something in the battle that shifted who he was. Something he could never forgive himself for. How could he just kill that apprentice the way he did? To protect Marbledface in the warriors den? She could still fight for herself even if it was just barely. His friend had been hurt and he grew over protective over her. It was a bad combination for poor Miserypaw. As the Bengal laid there, his senses were dull. The scratches and nicks were almost invisible pain-wise along his pelt. He didn't want to burden their medicine cat with another cat to care for and he certainly didn't think he deserved to be healed. No murderer deserves to get better or to get sympathy. He mentally put himself down. That's all Jaguarclaw had been doing.

[Ever]

**el time skip, since nobody else has posted**

Marbledface couldn't seem to get comfortable in her nest anymore. It had been what, a quarter moon maybe since the battle has ended and she'd been den ridden. Her should had gotten squashed and it was still swollen and hot. The medicine cat visited daily to check on it, but there wasn't all that much that could be done. Her cuts and bite marks had all healed since, or at least healed enough by scarring over. Fur hadn't grown back over the worst of it yet, though hopefully it would. She didn't really want to be ugly and useless. She sighed and twisted in her nest, now she was on her back stretching her stiff legs in the air. The medicine cat had said that as soon as the heat was gone she should be good to start small walks again, slowly build her way up. Though the verdict as that she wouldn't be able to go on patrols for at least a moon at this rate, probably more. Her emerald eyes closed in boredom. She was sick of sleeping, resting and having food brought to her. I might as well be in the elders den in this state, she thought bitterly to herself. Though she truly didn't want that. At least here it was silent, with the elders she'd have her ear spoken off in no time.

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[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by Ever

**el time skip, since nobody else has posted**

Marbledface couldn't seem to get comfortable in her nest anymore. It had been what, a quarter moon maybe since the battle has ended and she'd been den ridden. Her should had gotten squashed and it was still swollen and hot. The medicine cat visited daily to check on it, but there wasn't all that much that could be done. Her cuts and bite marks had all healed since, or at least healed enough by scarring over. Fur hadn't grown back over the worst of it yet, though hopefully it would. She didn't really want to be ugly and useless. She sighed and twisted in her nest, now she was on her back stretching her stiff legs in the air. The medicine cat had said that as soon as the heat was gone she should be good to start small walks again, slowly build her way up. Though the verdict as that she wouldn't be able to go on patrols for at least a moon at this rate, probably more. Her emerald eyes closed in boredom. She was sick of sleeping, resting and having food brought to her. I might as well be in the elders den in this state, she thought bitterly to herself. Though she truly didn't want that. At least here it was silent, with the elders she'd have her ear spoken off in no time.

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Jaguarclaw padded into the warriors den. It was the middle of the day and normally the feline would be out helping his clan, but since the fight he hadn't seemed to be the same cat expect for his routine visits with Marbledface. He felt bad that his friend was limited to the warriors den. Although as he padded into the den, there was a mouse between his jaws, sure it wasn't much, but what could you expect in the dead of leaf-bare? The Bengal's pelt didn't shimmer like it used to and he always seemed defeated. Ever since he killed that Riverclan apprentice he had considered himself a murderer and began to put himself down each day until it built up to this. "Hello, Marbledface," he mewed muffled around the mouse. As he came up to her nest, he dropped his offering and sat down a tail length away, his tail covering his paws and his head bent slightly so he didn't hit his head no the top of the den. "I hope you're hungry," he spoke trying to sound cheerful. Up close, Jaguarclaw seem to have thinned out, more so than the rest of his clan mates. "How have you been today?" he tried to make small talk, trying to make sure she didn't press him about the battle. He didn't want to burden the black and white she-cat with his problems, she already needed to heal.

[Ever]

Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz

Jaguarclaw padded into the warriors den. It was the middle of the day and normally the feline would be out helping his clan, but since the fight he hadn't seemed to be the same cat expect for his routine visits with Marbledface. He felt bad that his friend was limited to the warriors den. Although as he padded into the den, there was a mouse between his jaws, sure it wasn't much, but what could you expect in the dead of leaf-bare? The Bengal's pelt didn't shimmer like it used to and he always seemed defeated. Ever since he killed that Riverclan apprentice he had considered himself a murderer and began to put himself down each day until it built up to this. "Hello, Marbledface," he mewed muffled around the mouse. As he came up to her nest, he dropped his offering and sat down a tail length away, his tail covering his paws and his head bent slightly so he didn't hit his head no the top of the den. "I hope you're hungry," he spoke trying to sound cheerful. Up close, Jaguarclaw seem to have thinned out, more so than the rest of his clan mates. "How have you been today?" he tried to make small talk, trying to make sure she didn't press him about the battle. He didn't want to burden the black and white she-cat with his problems, she already needed to heal.

Marbledface ran her paws over her face in an attempt to smooth her fur that was messed from long days in the nest. Though she knew she was as much a sight for sore eyes as was he. Her emerald hues looked him over carefully, he seemed so thin now. She wondered if prey was very hard to catch, she hoped that wasn't the case. The last thing this clan needed was to starve. Though her own body was growing rather thin too, she spent no energy so she had next to no appetite. Even the mouse he set before her seemed to mock her. She just wanted to taste something she felt like she deserved, not some offering brought to her to keep her alive and healing. She grimaced as she looked away and reached out a paw to tuck it under the edge of the nest for later. "The same as always." She answered his last question, hopefully he wouldn't be hurt that she didn't eat he'd brought her right away. Just the thought of trying to tear the stringy prey made her stomach knot uncomfortably. Her emerald eyes looked over again and she couldn't help but wonder what was happening outside the den. Though the other warriors didn't seem to be in too rough of shape. "How are you doing?" She asked softly, looking for some truth though she didn't expect anything more than what she'd said to him. She hadn't known the tom long, but he seemed to be very select with his personal information. She didn't know a whole lot about him either than how he was on a day to day basis. It kind of surprised her that he was so closed, he had seemed so warm and open when she'd first met him.

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Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz

Foxspring padded, almost limped through the clearing, collapsing onto the ground with a grunt near the warriors den. That battle was not worth it. All he wanted to do was rest now, but he was tired of the warriors den and instead let his legs stop him near it. The grunt? Well that was just because he was in pain, as anyone in the fight would be. His chest specifically hurt much more than perhaps it should. Foxspring was a bit too stubborn to actually admit to it though or go see Kestrelberry about his chest pains too. For now, he would simply observe the clearing, wondering who fought for the old leader and who were traitors. The whole fight ruined the clans trust for each other. Anyone could be a traitor. Anyone could be a traitor therefore, he'd be extra cautious for the next few moons.

Jaguarclaw was laying in the clearing. Normally he'd be around helping his clan mates, seeing what he could do, but the large Bengal seemed broken. His normally bright olive green hues were dull with heartache. He did something in the battle that shifted who he was. Something he could never forgive himself for. How could he just kill that apprentice the way he did? To protect Marbledface in the warriors den? She could still fight for herself even if it was just barely. His friend had been hurt and he grew over protective over her. It was a bad combination for poor Miserypaw. As the Bengal laid there, his senses were dull. The scratches and nicks were almost invisible pain-wise along his pelt. He didn't want to burden their medicine cat with another cat to care for and he certainly didn't think he deserved to be healed. No murderer deserves to get better or to get sympathy. He mentally put himself down. That's all Jaguarclaw had been doing.

Forestpelt caught sight of Foxspring over near the warriors den, and her green hues flashed with worry. Was he...okay? How badly had he been hurt? He looked to be limping, and she guessed he was probably in a lot of pain at the moment. For a moment, her mind turned to getting out of the clearing before he saw her, but then she realized the right thing to do would be to apologize. Well, if he isn't too smug about it, I should be fine. Forestpelt thought, with a shrug. The she cat padded over towards him, limping a little herself, which was mainly the result of her trying to find the best way to walk evenly. "Hey...Foxspring, I...well, I..." Forestpelt's voice trailed off and she looked away from him a little awkwardly. Why was this so hard for her? It shouldn't be...right? "Look, I owe you an apology. Okay? So I guess I'm saying I'm sorry. For accusing you of being a traitor. I had no right to do that." Forestpelt mewed, her tone slightly harsher than it should have been, but at least she was trying. Trying to make it right between her and Foxspring...surely he would be able to see that. Maybe. If he wasn't going to try and be stubborn. If he does, I can be just as stubborn. More stubborn, probably...he'll find out just how much if he bothers me. Forestpelt thought, with a sharp twitch of her tail as she waited for Foxspring's reaction.

Redflight could see Jaguarclaw lying in the clearing. For a moment, the she cat considered going over to him, and then she shrugged. He was probably fine. Besides, even if he wasn't, it was none of her concern. Still, a nagging force began to pull at him, trying to tell her to go over and check on him. Pfft, it's none of my business. If he's not some sort of jerk, he'll have friends. Obviously. Redflight thought with a snort. With a shrug, the russet she cat padded over to Jaguarclaw, looking down at him with a semi-sarcastic expression. A strange smile was on her maw, and she looked a little weird as she glanced down at him. "What happened to you?" She asked. Her tone was sharper then most cats would have been when inquiring about another cat's health, but she wasn't exactly like other cats. Redflight had prided herself on her tone, she thought it sounded...different. It separated her from the usual, friendly tone that cats generally used. She waited for the tom's reply, her expression a little bored as though she had somewhere better to be, although in reality she really didn't. Redflight rarely had something better to do, or somewhere better to be. Redflight's green gold hues glanced away from him and she turned her gaze in any other direction. Sometimes it was hard for her to keep eye contact for a long period of time.

[Gusty]

Originally Posted by EclipsemoonXD

Burrpaw grinned whenhe realized he'd beaten her. An apprentice of only seven moons old had beaten a warrior. And that warrior was Jinxflare! "I've got to tell Swiftfang!" The apprentice scanned the clearing, searching for his mentor. "Swiftfang!" He called upon spotting the tom. "Swiftfang! I beat a warrior! I beat a warrior, Swiftfang! I beat Jinxflare!" He yowled triumphantly, bouncing over to Swiftfang. @Gusty

Swiftfang was sitting around the clearing area, looking around his newly-scarred pelt. There was a small gash on his leg; nothing that major, but it would certainly be permanent. It’d be a token from fighting in battle against SkyClan. The Siamese’s jaw opened up into a small frown at the imperfection, carefully nudging the fur so that it would cover up the wound somewhat. In all this hustle, he nearly missed a faint voice coming in his direction. Under normal circumstances, he’d ignore it, especially if it were a fellow clanmate asking him to do chores. But this voice was familiar; he’d talked with it for quite some time over the last couple of moons. Burrpaw.

“Hmm.” The warrior said, nodding his head at the enthusiasm and ignoring his pelt for a moment. “You beat a warrior?” Was the mentor’s next reply; Burrpaw was relatively young and inexperienced. How could he fight against a full-fledged adult? Swiftfang immediately assumed that Jinxflare wasn’t the most seasoned warrior, or else he wouldn’t have lost. His words held these thoughts, in a hint of amusement and confusion. “That’s certainly something, I suppose.”

“And who exactly was he, this ‘Jinxflare’?” He added on, putting a small damper on the mood, for he was not aware of who the warrior was. The tom swore he’d seen the name somewhere, somehow. It was tingling with familiarity. Someone must’ve mentioned this name recently around the battlefield, or spoke of it during a meeting.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Forestpelt caught sight of Foxspring over near the warriors den, and her green hues flashed with worry. Was he...okay? How badly had he been hurt? He looked to be limping, and she guessed he was probably in a lot of pain at the moment. For a moment, her mind turned to getting out of the clearing before he saw her, but then she realized the right thing to do would be to apologize. Well, if he isn't too smug about it, I should be fine. Forestpelt thought, with a shrug. The she cat padded over towards him, limping a little herself, which was mainly the result of her trying to find the best way to walk evenly. "Hey...Foxspring, I...well, I..." Forestpelt's voice trailed off and she looked away from him a little awkwardly. Why was this so hard for her? It shouldn't be...right? "Look, I owe you an apology. Okay? So I guess I'm saying I'm sorry. For accusing you of being a traitor. I had no right to do that." Forestpelt mewed, her tone slightly harsher than it should have been, but at least she was trying. Trying to make it right between her and Foxspring...surely he would be able to see that. Maybe. If he wasn't going to try and be stubborn. If he does, I can be just as stubborn. More stubborn, probably...he'll find out just how much if he bothers me. Forestpelt thought, with a sharp twitch of her tail as she waited for Foxspring's reaction.

Redflight could see Jaguarclaw lying in the clearing. For a moment, the she cat considered going over to him, and then she shrugged. He was probably fine. Besides, even if he wasn't, it was none of her concern. Still, a nagging force began to pull at him, trying to tell her to go over and check on him. Pfft, it's none of my business. If he's not some sort of jerk, he'll have friends. Obviously. Redflight thought with a snort. With a shrug, the russet she cat padded over to Jaguarclaw, looking down at him with a semi-sarcastic expression. A strange smile was on her maw, and she looked a little weird as she glanced down at him. "What happened to you?" She asked. Her tone was sharper then most cats would have been when inquiring about another cat's health, but she wasn't exactly like other cats. Redflight had prided herself on her tone, she thought it sounded...different. It separated her from the usual, friendly tone that cats generally used. She waited for the tom's reply, her expression a little bored as though she had somewhere better to be, although in reality she really didn't. Redflight rarely had something better to do, or somewhere better to be. Redflight's green gold hues glanced away from him and she turned her gaze in any other direction. Sometimes it was hard for her to keep eye contact for a long period of time.

Foxspring was just tucking his paws under his chest when Forestpelt padded up. Not more sympathy, he thought bitterly. He hated being hurt and unable to do anything. He'd much rather be dead than having to deal with all this. His yellow hues met her green ones without emotion. He didn't know what to think of Forestpelt anymore, no matter if they had fought together in battle. The idea that someone doubted him was outrageous. At her apology, he merely grunted again, his gaze unwavering. He hadn't ever warmed up to the feline and after that move in the battle, he wasn't sure he would. "Sorry doesn't fix everything," he murmured without a hesitation. Although before she could say some sharp remark, he continued. "What's done is done and nothing's forgotten," he spoke with a sharp tone. His head finally shifted away from the feline and he began to lick his chest the best he could. It was the area that caused him the most pain, partially from the the claws that had sunk into his skin from the at traitor his clan calls a warrior.


Jaguarclaw was quick to lift his head and his olive gaze bore into the she-cat approaching him. Great. perhaps he should sulk in his own nest? Or with Marbledface? The feeling that he seemed weak wasn't worth the attention that it brought. At her tone, his gaze narrowed. How dare she. Probably a Dark Forest follower by the sounds of it. He simply flicked his tail. The dullness in his gaze sharpened into something irritable. Normally he'd never act like this towards a she-cat, but he couldn't stop himself this time. "It's not your concern and by the looks of it, you really don't care. Why don't you bug off if I'm boring you so much? I didn't ask for you to come over here, you know," he spoke quickly, although he regretted each and every word the moment after he finished speaking. The warriors in Shadowclan weren't in the best condition after the fight and certainly their trust in each other needed to build again before any sort of aggression went away. Although it was Shadowclan. Not a lot of cats were friendly here. The Bengal turned his gaze away immediately, looking somewhere else into the clearing as if he were trying to ignore Redflight now. It wasn't worth apologizing to a cat like this and he knew that all too well. She'd simply use it against him or what not.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by Ever

Marbledface ran her paws over her face in an attempt to smooth her fur that was messed from long days in the nest. Though she knew she was as much a sight for sore eyes as was he. Her emerald hues looked him over carefully, he seemed so thin now. She wondered if prey was very hard to catch, she hoped that wasn't the case. The last thing this clan needed was to starve. Though her own body was growing rather thin too, she spent no energy so she had next to no appetite. Even the mouse he set before her seemed to mock her. She just wanted to taste something she felt like she deserved, not some offering brought to her to keep her alive and healing. She grimaced as she looked away and reached out a paw to tuck it under the edge of the nest for later. "The same as always." She answered his last question, hopefully he wouldn't be hurt that she didn't eat he'd brought her right away. Just the thought of trying to tear the stringy prey made her stomach knot uncomfortably. Her emerald eyes looked over again and she couldn't help but wonder what was happening outside the den. Though the other warriors didn't seem to be in too rough of shape. "How are you doing?" She asked softly, looking for some truth though she didn't expect anything more than what she'd said to him. She hadn't known the tom long, but he seemed to be very select with his personal information. She didn't know a whole lot about him either than how he was on a day to day basis. It kind of surprised her that he was so closed, he had seemed so warm and open when she'd first met him.

Jaguarclaw seemed dazed. He didn't even react to her tucking the prey away. Normally he would've tried to get her to take a few bites, but for now, he left the subject for a later date. He barely noticed her speak, although after the last word was spoken, he was brought back to reality and the words sank in. After a few heartbeats he shook his head, his hurt olive gaze resting on the black and white she-cat once more. "I've been..." The scene replayed in his mind and he flinched as those the words would hurt him. Quickly realizing he was still in the den, he blinked a few times searching for the words he was about to say. "I'm living, that's what counts right?" That apprentice isn't though... he spoke and added a little something to himself. Really, he warrior hadn't eaten in a few days. Anything he took, he brought back to her so it seemed like he was eating his share. If he went on much longer he was sure to end up seriously ill. Murderers don't deserve to be living The Bengal couldn't get it through his head that it was okay he killed the apprentice. He was defending his clan, that apprentice was simply challenging a feline he had no power over. Jaguarclaw's size had killed the apprentice. His aim was off and hit Miserypaw's throat instead of his shoulder. The death was by accident. An apprentice as young as that shouldn't have been in battle in the first place, they were barely trained anything at 6 moons of age. Although Jaguarclaw couldn't push the guilt away. Couldn't make the vision go away. Should he really vent to Marbledface right now? Get it off his chest? Would she judge him for acting the way he does over that?

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Marbledface frowned as he responded, he seemed to lose his sentence often. Her concerned emerald gaze met his distant stare. The corners of her mouth turned down slightly to see the tom so out of character, he was always so... bright, involved. She couldn't figure out what had happened. What happened to him in battle, that's when it changed... She thought to herself. The molly frowned as he flinched and turned his eyes away from her. "Jaguarclaw..." She paused, biting her bottom lip for a moment in thought. She wished he would trust her, she didn't want to seem pushy but she didn't want him to have to suffer whatever he was going through alone. "Are you sure that you're okay?" Her voice was soft, supportive. The mottled molly was looking up at the tom with wide eyes of concern. She used her good side to push herself into a sitting position to get a better look at him. The movement made her wince in pain, but it felt better to be more at eye level with him. "You can tell me if something is bothering you, I can help if you want." She said carefully, though she doubted he would accept. He was always too caught up in his manners, trying to be a perfect tom and present himself as strong. The molly chewed on her tongue as she waited for an answer. Her tail twitched anxiously and her fur twitched. The air felt cold and still between them, his eyes were filled with so much hurt. At this distance she could see how his features had sunken, as if he hadn't even been eating daily. Concern filled her, it hurt her to see the tom this way.
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