ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by RedHead

The dark-furred tomcat hadn’t been expecting company. He was large and burly and pretty much frightened off any cat who might possibly be interested in talking to him. So when he heard pawsteps heading his way, he easily deduced the interruption as either two cats. Smokestorm, his younger brother, or Chrysanthemumshade, his friend and the main subject of his experiment. While he would’ve much preferred to talk to Smokestorm, upon taking in the lighter, more feminine scent, Wolfglare knew it was the small silvery she-cat who had approached him. Her voice confirmed it as he looked over his shoulder at her, blue eyes narrowed in annoyance. As he took in what she was saying, he made a slow, deliberate show of looking down at the lizard, clearly not caught by her, then looking back up at her with newfound exasperation in his gaze. He knew he didn’t need to say anything for her to know he wasn’t fooled that easily.

At her question, he studied her for a moment, debating whether or not he actually wanted company. In the end, he decided he didn’t want it. But he was going to accept it because he had an experiment to complete. Plus, in the back of his mind he knew his mother was watching him from StarClan. And he did not want her getting after him for turning an offer of friendship down from what she would deem as “such an adorable young feline.” He turned and sat up, patting the now uncovered ground next to him with his large fluffy tail. “Go ahead. I’m clearly not using this space.” He meowed, his voice monotone and straight, no hint of sarcasm. Though the comment was sarcastic, Wolfglare never showed any outward signs of that through his tone or expressions.

He waited for been to sit down, wondering just how exactly to continue onwards with his experiment today. He pulled up husband mental log of all that he knew about her so far. Clearly, there was something about her past that she was hiding, but he wasn’t ready to delve into that yet. She was a terrible hunter, though he didn’t admire her ability to learn quickly and execute moves he showed her almost flawlessly.
Wolfglare knew there was still such a long was to go, but he was getting closer.

Chrysanthemumshade almost thought it was a mistake approaching the tom, but she wasn't so sure. She wasn't very sure of what Wolfglare was capable of. She didn't see him as a shady tom, but she wasn't so sure about what he would do. He was unexplored territory in so many ways that Chrysanthemumshade would be darn stupid to explore, but she was a lively she cat that pretty much had nothing to lose...maybe her dignity, which she was pretty sure she lost already, but other than that, Wolfglare couldn't take anything from her that have not already been taken. She was almost certain he was about to spit something slick at her with that constant, brooding attitude of his. The bones under her fur had tensed up slightly, but when she saw that he was clearing a spot next to him with his tail, she found herself letting out a soft sigh of relief. For a moment, she thought he was going to reject her offer. Chrysanthemumshade was iffy on regards to everything involving Wolfglare. While he didn't occupy her thoughts throughout her spontaneous days, whenever she saw him she wasn't sure if they were friends or if they weren't. Sure, he said they were friends, but maybe it was said in the moment? Chrysanthemumshade couldn't be so sure, and aside from that, she was too scared to ask, so she just went with the flow.

''Are you sure you're not because I couldn't tell,'' She started as she scurried towards the spot to get a little comfortable. ''I'm still trying to figure out if you're just all fat, all muscle, or all fluffy!'' She chortled back at him with a small giggle. He was a large cat. To her, he was intimidating, and rightfully so since she often had to crane her neck backward in order to completely look up at him. While Wolfglare seemed stoic in everything he does, Chrysanthemumshade was not, she liked being a little teasing, trying to keep herself in a relaxed state around him because if she wasn't maintaining a relaxed composure, then she'd get stiff and upset. The molly had the audacity to try and clamber over the tom, her nails were sheathed though so she wouldn't hurt him. She was pawing at his fur, her velvety paws sinking into his delicate fur. For such a calloused cat, he sure did have soft fur, that was shocking to her, but she didn't indulge in that thought for long, ''See? Still can't tell if I'm touching fat, muscle -- or anything! I'm pretty sure this is still all your fluff!'' A tom like Wolfglare clearly didn't like being touched, he didn't seem like the cat that enjoyed being in the presence of others, so Chrysanthemumshade wasn't surprise when he would shake her off of him. He didn't have to do much because the female did fall off him and landed on her back for a moment. She squirmed around, albeit playfully on the ground with little, mirthful giggles escaping her until she rolled over onto her stomach and hopped up onto her paws, shaking whatever debris and dirt that clung to her skin. ''It's such a gorgeous day today, Wolfyboy! Why do you look like someone just whisked on by and stole all your joy, hm?'' It was a innocent, teasing question, a tilt of her head. ''Would it kill you to at least act like you're joyful to see me? Because I'm always joyful to see you! If you're not going to smile when you see me, then I guess I won't be smiling anymore when I see you.'' She huffed, feigning to be hurt when it was the total opposite. Chrysanthemumshade just wanted the tom to let loose and have a little fun. It was obvious that Wolfglare didn't know what fun even was. She even tried to mock his look of solemn, but the corners of her muzzle twitched because she couldn't help but continue smiling.

[wren]

Originally Posted by Flameleaf

@jupiter

Pebblepaw was playing with a leaf in the clearing, pouncing on it or batting it out of the air when he got the chance. He hadn’t been playing for very long, probably a few minutes at most before he started to get bored. The apprentice set the leaf on the ground and stared at it, tail slowly flicking back and forward. Pebblepaw blinked, then continued playing. He tossed the leaf in the air and watched it flutter to the ground. He leapt on the leaf, claws unsheathed. He didn’t mind if another cat was watching.

Troutsplash was heading into camp with a small copper covered fish between his jaws his front half was soaked right to the skin dripping with the freshness of mountain stream. As he tossed his small catch onto the pile proudly, rearing his head proudly. When he noted nobody was watching he felt his pride deflate and he spun on his heels Whoever gets that should be pretty happy that they could even have a taste of the prey I had caught. He was so unbearably full of himself. He turned strutting off towards the warriors den to settle in early when he spotted an apprentice playing with a leaf- his ear flicked in curiosity before padding in his direction. "what's going on champ?" he said with a grin heading towards him.

[wickedvirtues]

@North

The caramel colored tom padded into the clearing, his amber eyes sweeping over the area quickly. He had been on edge since the
battle with the Dark Forest. The tom wasn't a battler, hating the sight of blood and battles in general. He found them useless. Warriors dying over pointless disputes. Though this one was more serious, dead cats rising and twisting their Clanmates to fight against them. The fur on the back of his neck rose slightly as he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Some of them had managed to be convinced to turn to the other side, realizing they were manipulated. Others seemed completely loyal to the Dark Forest, fighting against the cats they shared a Clan with. He settled himself in a sun-lit patch of the clearing, trying to get the battle off of his mind. It was over, for the most part. There was no need to get worked up about it.

[North]

Originally Posted by Tyler_Joseph

@North

The caramel colored tom padded into the clearing, his amber eyes sweeping over the area quickly. He had been on edge since the
battle with the Dark Forest. The tom wasn't a battler, hating the sight of blood and battles in general. He found them useless. Warriors dying over pointless disputes. Though this one was more serious, dead cats rising and twisting their Clanmates to fight against them. The fur on the back of his neck rose slightly as he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Some of them had managed to be convinced to turn to the other side, realizing they were manipulated. Others seemed completely loyal to the Dark Forest, fighting against the cats they shared a Clan with. He settled himself in a sun-lit patch of the clearing, trying to get the battle off of his mind. It was over, for the most part. There was no need to get worked up about it.

Acornflower strode leisurely into the clearing, a rather plump squirrel hanging from her maw indicating her hunting trip had been successful. She'd been rather agitated recently, the chocolate molly assuming it was a result of the very many battles she'd faced in the last few moons - with no medicine cat, she was at a loss for who to discuss her anxieties to. She wasn't as bad as most cats, and would certainly manage on her own, but the young warrior would still appreciate the opportunity to discuss her options. Placing the dead creature onto the fresh-kill pile, Acornflower's olive gaze drifted around the clearing, searching the rather busy space. It was midday, and cats from all ages were using their free time for socialisation. She supposed she may as well do the same. It wasn't long before her eyes fell on Bumblebear, his caramel form looking warm and approachable in the light of the sun. She strode over to him, her features soft and amiable, dipping her head in greeting to him. "Bumblebear," She began, settling down at his side slowly, "It's a lovely day, don't you think? How are you?" She inquired, hoping to make enough small talk with him for it to lead into a conversation.

[Vulture]

Toon: Spiderleap - Focus: Asterkit of @Deranged Llama, Sparrowkit of @Calliecat, and Waterfeather of @GLaDOS if you want in on this!- The First RP
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He moved quietly into the nursery with all the determination he usually carried. This cat knew where he was going, and why. He had a daughter. A daughter, and a son. He knew very little about them, beyond the fact that they were his; they had entered an unbreakable bond for them. They were part of his family circle now, his own flesh and blood, and it was as though written in stone that he must protect and aid them until his dying days. So it was only logical that he appeared within the nursery as soon as he was able, moving directly to the small puffballs no doubt curled up within the soft strands of dried grass, leaves and moss, following his nose to the pure scent of fresh life untouched and untampered by the cruel rigors of life.

Paw pads crunched quietly nearby, depressing down the dead plant life that served as bedding, whether or not the kits' mother was nearby. Wordlessly, he began to curl himself around them, tail wrapping about in a protective barrier, his nose dipping down to press against soft fur. Whiskers bristled forward, sensing, feeling at the tiny creatures that belonged to him, and a rare purr began to rumble faintly in the back of the cat's throat. "Father is here," he churred quietly to them. "I will keep you safe."

[Calliecat]

Originally Posted by Vulture

Toon: Spiderleap - Focus: Asterkit of @Deranged Llama, Sparrowkit of @Calliecat, and Waterfeather of @GLaDOS if you want in on this!- The First RP
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He moved quietly into the nursery with all the determination he usually carried. This cat knew where he was going, and why. He had a daughter. A daughter, and a son. He knew very little about them, beyond the fact that they were his; they had entered an unbreakable bond for them. They were part of his family circle now, his own flesh and blood, and it was as though written in stone that he must protect and aid them until his dying days. So it was only logical that he appeared within the nursery as soon as he was able, moving directly to the small puffballs no doubt curled up within the soft strands of dried grass, leaves and moss, following his nose to the pure scent of fresh life untouched and untampered by the cruel rigors of life.

Paw pads crunched quietly nearby, depressing down the dead plant life that served as bedding, whether or not the kits' mother was nearby. Wordlessly, he began to curl himself around them, tail wrapping about in a protective barrier, his nose dipping down to press against soft fur. Whiskers bristled forward, sensing, feeling at the tiny creatures that belonged to him, and a rare purr began to rumble faintly in the back of the cat's throat. "Father is here," he churred quietly to them. "I will keep you safe."

Sparrowkit nuzzled against his father's fur, fumbling with his forepaws. He could taste his scent and feel his warmth, overcome by the sense of security thrust upon him - security he dwelled in, purring in gratefulness, not uttering a word and kneading into the tomcat's fur with his tiny forepaws. Beside him was his sister, and whilst his fur pressed close to hers, he was only glad to have his father beside him.

[Jynx]

Originally Posted by Calliecat

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Originally Posted by Vulture

Toon: Spiderleap - Focus: Asterkit of @Deranged Llama, Sparrowkit of @Calliecat, and Waterfeather of @GLaDOS if you want in on this!- The First RP
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Asterkit lay in her nest alongside her brother, Sparrowkit. Her tiny body was covered with a fuzzy layer of cream and dark brown tabby stripes, body still as she slept. Her dreams weren't filled with much of anything, as she hadn't opened her eyes and seen the world yet. Her ears had opened a day earlier, so she was able to hear much that went on around her in the warm nursery. As Asterkit felt the nest of moss shift around her, the small kitten squirmed awake. The sound of a deeper, more masculine voice than her mother's or brother's reached her ears. Almost instinctively, her eyes opened, seeking out the new scent and sound. Her eyes were a bright blue, and she blinked quickly as blurry forms took the place of the constant darkness she knew before. Letting out a timid squeak, the Asterkit squirmed closer to her brother's purring body and proceeded to look around.

[Vulture]

Toon: Spiderleap - Focus: Sparrowkit of @Calliecat
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Originally Posted by Deranged Llama

Asterkit lay in her nest alongside her brother...

Originally Posted by Calliecat

Sparrowkit nuzzled against his father's fur, fumbling with his forepaws...

Whiskers brisked across Sparrowkit's tiny head as Spiderleap sniffed at the tiny creature, and allowed a single rasp of the tongue to groom right between the ears and smooth the hair back momentarily. "You will be strong one day," the tom murred lowly, quiet enough that his words were barely legible to any cat not within the nearest foot or two of him. "Strong, and proud."

The quiet squeak emitted from the other awakening puffball earned a yet more urgent purr in the older cat's voice, his eyes flicking up to focus on the other that was fumbling nearer. He reached out with one foreleg, curling arm and paw around both Sparrowkit and Asterkit to pull them flush against chest and neck, where the rich paternal purr could be more felt. It would fill the ears in a manner that was meant to be soothing, and reassuring. "And you as well, my daughter. Let me see your little claws, the both of you..."

[Jynx]

Originally Posted by GLaDOS

Jaguarblaze looked at Rumblestorm with a flicker of his tail and a friendly smile. The former loner loved the quiet as well, but mostly because he had always been by himself growing up. He shook the thoughts out of his mind, listening to the other warrior as he spoke. “Nothing too unusual. I just woke up, so I can’t say much yet.”, he replied. The amazon cat felt the sun shine on his fur and to him it felt pretty nice. Jaguarblaze was just glad that leafbare was finally over, so that the clan could get well fed. There also should be kits coming pretty soon. He could only hope for his foster clan. The battle between the cats and the dark forest trainees shook everyone up even some of the leaders.

Rumblestorm gave a simple nod after hearing the other tom's words. Too true, he thought. He had the whole day ahead of him, after all. "I'm Rumblestorm, by the way," He meowed. He couldn't recall in recent memory this clanmate, though he didn't do much talking as it were. Even when he did meet others, he always found himself searching to place a name with the face. He wasn't very good at memorizing names, or much else, for that matter. Rumblestorm learned best by doing something over and over again. The repetition of actions worked its way through his brain better than any repetition of words ever did. He was one in favor of order and routine, and such beliefs were as important to him as any.

[Calliecat]

Originally Posted by Vulture

Toon: Spiderleap - Focus: Sparrowkit of @Calliecat
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Whiskers brisked across Sparrowkit's tiny head as Spiderleap sniffed at the tiny creature, and allowed a single rasp of the tongue to groom right between the ears and smooth the hair back momentarily. "You will be strong one day," the tom murred lowly, quiet enough that his words were barely legible to any cat not within the nearest foot or two of him. "Strong, and proud."

The quiet squeak emitted from the other awakening puffball earned a yet more urgent purr in the older cat's voice, his eyes flicking up to focus on the other that was fumbling nearer. He reached out with one foreleg, curling arm and paw around both Sparrowkit and Asterkit to pull them flush against chest and neck, where the rich paternal purr could be more felt. It would fill the ears in a manner that was meant to be soothing, and reassuring. "And you as well, my daughter. Let me see your little claws, the both of you..."

Sparrowkit let out the tiniest of meows and stretched out his forepaws, flexing his toes and revealing tiny, pinprick claws that scraped at the ground below. He yawned, revealing a set of sharp teeth.