ShadowClan Clearing - Page 1104

**TheGreenestBean** · #**11031** February 14th, 2025, 11:37 PM

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Originally Posted by Nahbois

Smokefern
|| She/her || 33 Moons||

Smokefern padded out of the warrior's den, stretching away her drowsiness. Pale blue eyes looked around until she spotted a certain dark furred she-cat. The warrior padded up to Spiderwillow, and sat down next to her.

"Mind having some company?" She meowed, a hint of levity in her voice. "Or would you prefer being alone in a camp of cats?"

( @TheGreenestBean )

Company would be lovely, LynxPelt is out hunting She purred to Smokefern, We were thinking about names for the kits, still stuck on that.. she giggled and flicked her tail.

( @Nahbois this roleplay will take place a few weeks after finding out she is pregnant, the kits name haven't been decided bc only one person put in a form and it makes more sense to see the kits then name them

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**Nahbois** · #**11032** February 15th, 2025, 06:50 AM

Smokefern

|| She/her || 33 Moons ||

"There goes my plan to offer a shared meal." Smokefern laughed. It turned into a soft hum as she thought. "My mother said you would know the perfect name when the time came. Even if it's something that gets changed later, the it's the first gift they're given. Unless, of course, you name one Skunkkit."

( @TheGreenestBean gotcha!)

**nyme** · #**11033** February 15th, 2025, 07:11 PM

TIMID TWITCH IN YOUR WIDE EYES

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✧ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

MOSQUITOPAW . 10 MOONS . HE/HIM . SHADOWCLAN

Snow serves a fun new purpose besides freezing his poor paws: visualizing!! Why bother counting things around camp (besides the fact that it is the most fun thing to do, most of the time) when you could create a small, clumpy replica of the thing, instead? The big tom's found a great deal of enjoyment in this, scraping muddy snow and ice together into four lumps (the cedars) and a mound (the cliff face) and then decorating the ugly, amateur replica with whatever pebbles and debris that he can to indicate different things around the real camp. And next, maybe he'll find some way to represent whichever cats are out and about.

This quiet little activity, the one numbing his toes and churning up muck in a corner of camp, is genuinely the funnest thing he's done in a while. One-two-three-four. One-two-thee-four. That's the real cedar trees counted off, and then his misshapen little ice sculptures. And he can similarly count off the dens, the real ones, and then gently pat the messy representations he's strewn about on the ground to count them all off again. The same! It's all right here! He's come full circle on snow: it's great. The possibilities feel endless. What if he starts rearranging things, wouldn't that be incredible? Everything can be given a brand new place, and then he'll be able to sit and think of the effects that might have in real life. It's all just so exciting, and Mosquitopaw can't help the very big smile he has over there while he plays. He's so immersed that he barely notices when light snowfall begins to frost his back and shoulders, though he's eventually cheered by the realization that this means he'll have more ice to work with shortly.

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***Beaan*** · #**11034** February 15th, 2025, 07:11 PM

cloverpaw lurked in her quiet corner, half-blind gaze judging all that came in her sights

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**Fits** · #**11035** February 15th, 2025, 10:09 PM

Foxpaw
| he/him | ShadowClan | Apprentice |

Foxpaw was frowning. Someone was doing something strange.

He had been wondering about camp when he noticed it. What was it that he noticed, exactly? He had no idea. An apprentice some moons older than Foxpaw was bearing the freezing temperatures and falling snow to... scrape at the ground and make funny little shapes?

Foxpaw started to circle around the scene like a vulture, trying to find an angle that would allow this to make sense. He didn't know if the apprentice noticed his presence, but he didn't care either way. No change in perspective made things click into place, explained the significance of these chunks of mud and gray snow that was mostly mud anyway. Clearly, there had to be some thought behind it all. Otherwise, why did the apprentice work so methodically, so... happily?

Finally, Foxpaw grew tired of the guessing game and spoke up. "What are you doing?" It came out a bit more exasperated than he intended, but he supposed that couldn't be helped. He needed an answer, one way or another.

( @nyme - Mosquitopaw )

**nyme** · #**11036** February 15th, 2025, 10:31 PM

TIMID TWITCH IN YOUR WIDE EYES

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✧ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

MOSQUITOPAW . 10 MOONS . HE/HIM . SHADOWCLAN

What are you doing? Mosquitopaw's head snaps up toward the voice. This cat...one of the newer apprentices. No, one of the newest apprentices. From the most recent meeting. Mosquitopaw offers what he hopes is a very friendly smile, because that seems to be the right thing to do in this situation. This young cat is neat; he has many colors and markings, whichs means that if Mosquitopaw ever had the time and occasion to do so, he could sort and quantify color-splotches and stripes. But he won't do that right now, because it would mean staring and not saying much, and that would be weird.

"S'uh," he has to focus on the words he's about to say. Talking had always been something of a chore, but to his great chagrin it'd only gotten harder these recent moons. Something to do with how much quicker his thoughts were than his mouth, how much more of a chore it had somehow become to try and express these thoughts to others, how much more worry he experienced over it now than he once had—and this dang chill making his teeth chatter. None of it helped. So he stares at Foxpaw with big copper eyes for maybe a little too long in total silence and then explains painstakingly, "s—so uh. Look," he jabs a paw at each big lump (trees, cliff face) and then at the corresponding landmarks around camp. "I-It's home, see? The tr—uhm, trees, an-an' uh, the cli—see, the cliff, back there?" He gestures again between the biggest snow-muck-mound and then back in the direction of the real cliff face.

"And then, th—, uh, there's the dens." He pokes at each little 'den'. "We are...h—hmmm.....uh, here." He pats the ground, but that feels like a paltry way to indicate their location. Mosquitopaw chews the tip of his tongue. "Wait." And soon enough, that spot is occupied by a small, dark clump of mud scraped from his claws (this is Mosquitopaw) and a bit of wet, brown leaf (this is Foxpaw). Once, that leaf might've been a vibrant, orange-y reddish brownish leaffall leaf, but this late in the season it's just a sad wet scrap. Mosquitopaw is thinking more about what fallen leaves usually look like, which is what Foxpaw seems comparable to. You know, besides foxes.

"There, tha—, uh, that's us. Y-You're the leaf. Get it?" He pauses before ripping at the leaf to make it a bit smaller than the mud clump. The scale here is all messed up, but he can at least try to get the 'cats' right. He nods, quietly pleased by his own work, then lifts his head again to tell Foxpaw that,

"S'great."

@Fits ; FOXPAW

**kairosclerosis** · #**11037** February 16th, 2025, 02:46 PM

littlekit
small pale tortoiseshell and white tom; gold eyes
5 moons - shadowclan - he/him

Littlekit sat there in the clearing, watching birds fly around in the sky. Wow, it was probably really nice being a bird. Being up there, free to do whatever they wanted. Being able to fly, too! Littlekit loved the idea of flying, but he knew it was impossible. Kits couldn’t fly, obviously!

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**wolfie** · #**11038** February 16th, 2025, 04:25 PM

ⵌ ➜ GUTSGNAW ; ✮ acolyte of the abyss
⌇ ✮ it . teeth . bite . bat . haunts ₊˚✧ ﾟ.eight-teen moons ⌇

small spiky-furred black tabby with striking icy blue eyes. has a huge fluffy tail & a few scars in the shapes of bite-marks across its ankles; notch in left ear. speaks in a rough & low tone of voice and smells strongly of mint & pine.

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

── 彡 ‧₊˚ ➜ @/open ! will be slow 2 reply ──
̗̀➛ The warrior had settled near the camp walls, craft supplies spread out around bat. The sun was close to beginning to dip into the horizon but still offered enough sunlight. Snow fell softly onto the black tabby's fur, and for the most part it was quiet. Gutsgnaw enjoyed the silence, the monochrome that stretched out across the lands.

What teeth did not enjoy was the limit of supplies. There were no flowers, . ferns.. acorns.. Dreadful, truly. Currently, Gutsgnaw was focused on attempting to somewhat replace their scent-moss they kept underneath their nest to keep it smelling fresh. The flowers and other items they had collected during the warmer moons had dried and withered. At least the moss was fine for the most part.

It took one of the pinecones it had collected and laid it onto part of the moss. Then, haunt took a rock and started to crush it against the moss; the scent of pine growing. Its ear flickered at the sap that came out. Thank stars, that meant soon the trees would begin to drip. Then, Gutsgnaw took a pawful of conifer leaves and sprinkled them onto the moss. Next were the snowdrops; one of the few plants that were able to thrive. Haunt took bite's time plucking off the petals and letting it drop onto the collection building on the moss. It provided a fresh floral scent; something of honey & almond.

Gutsgnaw licked its lips at the thought of honey. Ah bones, it was due to eat something soon. Less teeth risk tempting its own hunger.

it's not my problem if you don't see what i see
and i do not give a damn if you don't believe ── my problem, it's my problem that i never am happy ! !
⸝⸝⊂➜﹒silk spinner ✮ kitty softpaws t2 ✮ bewitched ✮ the collector ⊃⸝⸝

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#VAMPYRACOLYTE

**Fits** · #**11039** February 16th, 2025, 09:25 PM