ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Cave]

Originally Posted by PotaDOS

Whisperbranch padded into the medicine den and limped over to Agaveheart. "Sorry to bother you but I have a cut on my leg that I want you to look at.", he meowed. The tom had cut it when he tried to climb over a tree trunk. His friends had made him see the medicine cat.

(are there any splinters?)

A short gasp came from her muzzle when she saw the cat's face. "Whatever did happen to you?" Her mew was full of concern, realizing what she said she shut her mouth and looked away for a second. "Will do," she mewed simply and padded over to the tom. She carefully inspected the leg, nodded, then went into the den to grab some herbs. "Stay right there, you can sit if you want too," her voice echoed out of her den.

[lio]

Still as a statue, watching. Waiting. Who would dare to step out of line now? She stared along the clearing, her posture tall and proper as she examined each and every cat within the walls. Her ears were perked, listening as far as she could into the distance. Chillylight was ready to choose her next victim.
It had been a moon since she had killed last, and she was craving the taste of blood. The feel of it coating her fur as she slashed her claws along another's throat. She ached to feel the absolute thrill of watching the life get sucked from someone's eyes as they fell to the floor, bleeding to death. She wanted to kill. To give into her hunger. But who would she target?
Currently, nobody had stepped out of line. She couldn't kill for no reason. Oh, no. That was simply disgraceful. Besides, she had been in the clearing for quite a while, and she couldn't rid the Clan of a little maggot while so many witnesses were around. She's have to kill in secret. Where nobody could hear their screams.
But who on Earth was stupid enough to cross her path?


@Arie

[Mango]

@Nebby

Soaringpaw sat in the clearing keeping to herself, before realizing she was bored. She stalked angrily over to a young apprentice and bumped into her before narrowing her eyes at her and spitting,” Watch it, kit!”

[Arie]

Originally Posted by lacumaru

Still as a statue, watching. Waiting. Who would dare to step out of line now? She stared along the clearing, her posture tall and proper as she examined each and every cat within the walls. Her ears were perked, listening as far as she could into the distance. Chillylight was ready to choose her next victim.
It had been a moon since she had killed last, and she was craving the taste of blood. The feel of it coating her fur as she slashed her claws along another's throat. She ached to feel the absolute thrill of watching the life get sucked from someone's eyes as they fell to the floor, bleeding to death. She wanted to kill. To give into her hunger. But who would she target?
Currently, nobody had stepped out of line. She couldn't kill for no reason. Oh, no. That was simply disgraceful. Besides, she had been in the clearing for quite a while, and she couldn't rid the Clan of a little maggot while so many witnesses were around. She's have to kill in secret. Where nobody could hear their screams.
But who on Earth was stupid enough to cross her path?


@Arie

Leachie sat again in another corner of the camp. He was still not comfortable around the clan and the large and fluffy brown tom sat just in the sun rays feeling the harsh greenleaf sun hitting his sensitive tissue where the burns were. They were exposed today as Leachie didn't feel like talking to anyone really and the severe scarring and bubbly skin usually kept others from approaching him. Especially the young ones and the tom was rather relieved. He hated his burns and the pain that still came from them was at times insufferable but he had to push through. He huffed slightly, he was growing weak already. Been in the clan had gone nothing good to the large tom and he stood up feeling the soft mushy ground underneath his paws. It was comforting in some ways or another, reminding the former rogue of his home and kithood. It was the only positives in his life he had to admit. Or the beating that he gave Skinktongue, that one had been extremely interesting as well.

Spotting a lone cat in the corner of the clearing he narrowed his eyes. It was strange - at least to the tom - that someone wasn't engaged in any social activity. It was so typical and he was intrigued by this unorthodox behaviour. Standing up, the scars burning across his body he shook the the long and too warm fur before slowly though precisely making his way to the molly in the shadow. Deciding a straight out confrontation would probably be the best idea with this secretive cat he sat down roughly three or four tail lengths away and called out, "Step out of the shadows. Its starting to look suspicious and stupid."

[Aroogi]

Originally Posted by Okapi

@Nebby

Soaringpaw sat in the clearing keeping to herself, before realizing she was bored. She stalked angrily over to a young apprentice and bumped into her before narrowing her eyes at her and spitting,” Watch it, kit!”

@Okapi

Cascadepaw gave the shecat a startled glance. "Im not a kit, beebrain. Im going to be a warrior soon. Get your facts straight."

He bravely stood his ground. If Kiwibounce and the battle against RiverClan all those moons ago had taught him ANYTHING, it was that he should be brave facing new threats, even if the threat was a clanmate.

[lio]

Originally Posted by Arie

Leachie sat again in another corner of the camp. He was still not comfortable around the clan and the large and fluffy brown tom sat just in the sun rays feeling the harsh greenleaf sun hitting his sensitive tissue where the burns were. They were exposed today as Leachie didn't feel like talking to anyone really and the severe scarring and bubbly skin usually kept others from approaching him. Especially the young ones and the tom was rather relieved. He hated his burns and the pain that still came from them was at times insufferable but he had to push through. He huffed slightly, he was growing weak already. Been in the clan had gone nothing good to the large tom and he stood up feeling the soft mushy ground underneath his paws. It was comforting in some ways or another, reminding the former rogue of his home and kithood. It was the only positives in his life he had to admit. Or the beating that he gave Skinktongue, that one had been extremely interesting as well.

Spotting a lone cat in the corner of the clearing he narrowed his eyes. It was strange - at least to the tom - that someone wasn't engaged in any social activity. It was so typical and he was intrigued by this unorthodox behaviour. Standing up, the scars burning across his body he shook the the long and too warm fur before slowly though precisely making his way to the molly in the shadow. Deciding a straight out confrontation would probably be the best idea with this secretive cat he sat down roughly three or four tail lengths away and called out, "Step out of the shadows. Its starting to look suspicious and stupid."

Chillylight hadn't been paying attention to the scarred feline until he came from the crowd to sit in front of her. She immediately grimaced, dark gaze transferring to his face. The molly twitched her tail in disgust, wrinkling her nose. "I can do whatever I wish, thank you. I don't listen to inferior rats." Her pupils narrowed, claws unsheathing as she stared at tom.
I will never kill in the camp. But that won't stop me from clawing up his ears. Her paws shuffled before the large molly was rising to her paws, tail lashing against the ground. Her fluffy fur shone brightly as she stepped into the brighter portion of the clearing. Shaking out debris, Chillylight began to groom her silky fur, watching the other as she did so. Her eyes stared, examined his form closely.
With a snort, she said, "Why are you over here?"

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Nebby

@Okapi

Cascadepaw gave the shecat a startled glance. "Im not a kit, beebrain. Im going to be a warrior soon. Get your facts straight."

He bravely stood his ground. If Kiwibounce and the battle against RiverClan all those moons ago had taught him ANYTHING, it was that he should be brave facing new threats, even if the threat was a clanmate.

Soaringpaw narrowed her eyes,” You insult me like a kit, your voice sounds like a kit, and you are small.” She smirked narrowing her eyes at her.

[Arie]

Originally Posted by lacumaru

Chillylight hadn't been paying attention to the scarred feline until he came from the crowd to sit in front of her. She immediately grimaced, dark gaze transferring to his face. The molly twitched her tail in disgust, wrinkling her nose. "I can do whatever I wish, thank you. I don't listen to inferior rats." Her pupils narrowed, claws unsheathing as she stared at tom.
I will never kill in the camp. But that won't stop me from clawing up his ears. Her paws shuffled before the large molly was rising to her paws, tail lashing against the ground. Her fluffy fur shone brightly as she stepped into the brighter portion of the clearing. Shaking out debris, Chillylight began to groom her silky fur, watching the other as she did so. Her eyes stared, examined his form closely.
With a snort, she said, "Why are you over here?"

Leachie was getting fed up with this molly's attitude and made sure with his body language to tell her that. His tail twitched irritably, yet he was intrigued. No other clan cat had treated him like they were the outsider. Apparently this molly didn't do well even among her own and that knowledge truly intrigued the dark male. "Who are you calling a rat? I am not the one slinking in shadows afraid of everyone else." He was blunt and he needed to be. "You can go lick yourself in the ass, apparently ego centered female." As she asked why he was here he hissed out slowly, "I thought you were a friendly soul who felt out of place apparently you're an even bigger asshole than I am. Happy to have met you." His shoulders ached as he pushed forward, into the molly's face and hissed, anger heavily in his tone, "Better learn to keep in check that attitude of yours. I've already tackled one clan cat, what does another really mean. You're all the same, useless without the pack." That was what the brown tom had picked up from his few days in the clan and observing their behavior. Certainly dependent on having each other's back. Guess thats where the rogue had his advantage. Always alone, always having to fight his own battles and never relying on anyone. Although his burns could use something to soothe the pain, but it just fueled the fury deep inside the tom's gut.

[Aroogi]

Originally Posted by Okapi

Soaringpaw narrowed her eyes,” You insult me like a kit, your voice sounds like a kit, and you are small.” She smirked narrowing her eyes at her.

@Okapi
"I am NOT a kit!" He snarled, eyes narrowed to slits.

[Madelaine]

Originally Posted by Cave

(are there any splinters?)

A short gasp came from her muzzle when she saw the cat's face. "Whatever did happen to you?" Her mew was full of concern, realizing what she said she shut her mouth and looked away for a second. "Will do," she mewed simply and padded over to the tom. She carefully inspected the leg, nodded, then went into the den to grab some herbs. "Stay right there, you can sit if you want too," her voice echoed out of her den.

(only one)

Whisperbranch heard her speak of his face, but brushed it off pretending it was about his leg. "I tried to climb over a down tree trunk and it sliced through my leg.", he replied. 'She doesn't know what happened to you, so be nice,' he thought to himself. Whisperbranch sat down, keeping his injured leg away from the ground.