ShadowClan Clearing

[Little Timmy]

@Kyrieknight

Finally, the day, it has almost finally gone by! It’s been forever since I woke up this morning... days have been really went by slowly, way way slower, since..l Duskfern suddenly stoped talking to her. She was afraid that she had done something wrong, she hoped not. Mistheart would definitely try to cheer her friend up if she ever saw her, or try to fix the problem. Mistheart went wondering out into the clearing, with nothing to do. She could get something to eat.. as she hasn’t eaten all day. Eh, whatever, it was probably fine..

(Maybe goldenclaw can run into her rn- )

[Akira]

Originally Posted by Nightmare

@Kyrieknight

Finally, the day, it has almost finally gone by! It’s been forever since I woke up this morning... days have been really went by slowly, way way slower, since..l Duskfern suddenly stoped talking to her. She was afraid that she had done something wrong, she hoped not. Mistheart would definitely try to cheer her friend up if she ever saw her, or try to fix the problem. Mistheart went wondering out into the clearing, with nothing to do. She could get something to eat.. as she hasn’t eaten all day. Eh, whatever, it was probably fine..

(Maybe goldenclaw can run into her rn- )

Goldenclaw was, to put it lightly, bored out of his mind. He had just returned from the WindClan cat, and the camp was practically empty. So, nothing to entertain him. Might as well groom and keep sharp, right?

Just as he was about to do so, Goldenclaw spotted Mistheart, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face. Finally, someone to play with.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Mistheart," he said in a mocking tone, approaching the she-cat, dark mber eyes gleaming. "What have you been doing all day? Depressed again? Ever get tired of it?"

[Peachblossom]

~.......drip.........drip.......drip......drip.... ..drip~
It was almost sickening.
~.....drip.......drip.........drip.......drip..... .drip......drip~
Truly, it was.
~......drip.......drip.......drip.........drip.... ...drip......drip......drip~
For reasons, he realized, he had no words to explain.
~......drip.......drip.......drip.........drip-.......................................
By the grace of Starclan, he depressed himself sometimes.

Moosemumble opened his eyes, slowly, hesitantly, tiredly. There weren't enough words to convey the type of fatigue he felt, seeping in through those aged amber orbs of his, the pair that had seen much more than they should've, and slipping down through his throat to brutalize his nerves so badly, so horribly, that one could barely feel a thing. Unlike most cats, he hadn't quite found a name for it yet, but then again...he wasn't most cats. He never had been and will never get to be most cats, and that was fact. Sometimes it was a sad fact, and other times it was a fact that he carried around like a great honor that only he knew about, bestowed on him by a past with no face and a legacy with no name.....names. Oh yes, he was attempting to name something, wasn't he? Something that's already named. The dewy leafed weed he had crushed under his far-reaching paw left forgotten as he pondered incessantly.

'Peace?' That was it, it must've been for it to be prancing about like two kits after dark in the back of his head, mussing up his concentration as kittens do. Or, at the very least, he thought they did. The tom, the oriental-though none would know of the orient-flinched gently, but more so discreetly. His legs, which laid fully drawn out in his relaxed pose, stiffened, even more so when his eyes lost the cloudy film enslaving his vision to another bout of introspection and instead glared forward with a sudden flare of amber light. He wished they hadn't though. It was true that, once in a while, the low din of his chattering clanmates brought a small deal of calm to the larger than life feline, but when he was trapped in the thick of it he found that there was nothing he hated more.......which actually wasn't all that true, there were a few other loathe-worthy things he could name right off the bat, some of the Windclanners he'd eventually have to face for one. He refused to call them rabbits, no, no that'd be much too rude of him, unnecessarily so, wouldn't it? It would, but it held no connection to his current plight, his plight of being surrounded by loud, disgraceful, ungraceful, ungrateful, all-around uncomfortable cats. He was never good at socializing or even just interacting, the one inner obstacle of his he couldn't surmount no matter the number of ultimately fruitless attempts he made, he always ended up pushing others away in the end. It honestly scared him, one of the few things that could, and all he began to think about as he drew his limbs closer to his side, gaze darting towards the quiet solace of the warrior's den, was how to escape the suffocating sensation building up around him.

@Nightmare (Uh...think I kinda went overboard with his starter lol)

[MooingPanda]

Frostkit rolled over. He was resting under a small bush at the edge of the clearing after his mother had kicked him out of the nursery for climbing the inside walls. He idly drug his claw through the dirt. It was turning out to be a really boring day. His stomach growled, reminding him that he had only eaten one meal that day. He pushed his way out of his shelter and padded toward the fresh-kill pile, kicking a small stone as he went. The clouds suddenly hid the afternoon sun and Frostkit shivered in the overcast. Giving the stone one last hard kick, he froze as it spun directly toward a cat standing near the fresh-kill pile.
@Nightmare

[Little Timmy]

Originally Posted by Kyrieknight

Goldenclaw was, to put it lightly, bored out of his mind. He had just returned from the WindClan cat, and the camp was practically empty. So, nothing to entertain him. Might as well groom and keep sharp, right?

Just as he was about to do so, Goldenclaw spotted Mistheart, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face. Finally, someone to play with.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Mistheart," he said in a mocking tone, approaching the she-cat, dark mber eyes gleaming. "What have you been doing all day? Depressed again? Ever get tired of it?"

Who was this cat to come up to her and call her depressed? She— she wasn’t; totally! Right? ”I-Im not depressed!” she mewed, this cat seemed like business, a fight she did not want to be part of. Hopefully she could find the little crack out. But she couldn’t seem to find a way. This cat was definitely bored out of their mind, and needed something too do. The cats that are always bored— try to find a useless piece of prey like mistheart to pick out— then soon throw out like it was nothing. ”What do you want anyways?” she asked the cat.

[Akira]

Originally Posted by Nightmare

Who was this cat to come up to her and call her depressed? She— she wasn’t; totally! Right? ”I-Im not depressed!” she mewed, this cat seemed like business, a fight she did not want to be part of. Hopefully she could find the little crack out. But she couldn’t seem to find a way. This cat was definitely bored out of their mind, and needed something too do. The cats that are always bored— try to find a useless piece of prey like mistheart to pick out— then soon throw out like it was nothing. ”What do you want anyways?” she asked the cat.

"I'm bored," Goldenclaw answered bluntly, cleaning his golden pelt. "The camp is empty, and there's no one here to entertain myself with... at least, until you came out. Now, be a dear and entertain be a it, would you?"

[Little Timmy]

Mistheart 2.0 uwu

@Peachblossom
(I honestly have no idea how to match to the hugggggeeeeee friccken essay- soo I’ll try my best)

Mistheart was definitely bored, bored enough she could go exploring past the windclan borders— which she swore not to— ever too, so it was that type of bored that she was feeling. Which was rare for here! Because she always had.. friends, to talk too.. Stop reminding yourself of Duskfern! The reason she hasn’t been talking to you is cause she’s busy— not mad at you.. think think think mistheart, what could you do to decrease this heckin boredom you are currently feeling— suffering from. Everyday, was, repetitive, and boring. The same old same old— everyday was lacking excitement, and barley ANYBODY was in ShadowClan camp these days— now that murderstar had taken over bunnystars clan, and that everyone was so interested in going to torture those poor Apprentices- warriors- kits even! It was sick.

After awhile of just plain— emptiness she finally saw— or found something she could do! There was this, cat. Who seemed, well, lonely. Maybe she could talk to him, and cheer him up! She always loved cheering up cats. It made her happy aswell, she padded over to him, ready to say hello. ”Hello!” she mewed, happily. “mine name is mistheart! What’s yours?” she asked, hopefully this cat wasn’t mean— she’s had bad experience with mean cats in the past. This cat must be different.. cause they aren’t all like that..
right?

[Peachblossom]

@Nightmare

Moosemumble was almost ashamed of the way he jolted at the she-cat's sudden appearance, even though it was more of a startled session of blinks than a physical twitch. Suffice to say, most of his reaction was contained, to his complete and utter relief, there's nothing he'd be more embarrassed of than the thought of her knowing about the panic attack going on inside of him. However, amongst all the confusion attributed to not knowing why in the world he was being spoken to, coupled with the fact that had they not introduced themselves he wouldn't have a clue as to who they were (he was terrible with keeping track of his clanmates), he still found himself interested in their non-hostile demeanor. There weren't many he could say still held that friendly nature under the oppressingly cold Shadowclan banner, especially as a full-grown warrior, so he was the tiniest bit intrigued......but still apprehensive.

"........Hello?" His voice was gravelly and sounded just as deep as the colors of his pelt, his words tinged with just a hint of the anxious confusion swimming around inside his mind. ".....I was gifted the name Moosemumble." One of his tall ears flicked to the side and he started to wonder if they had spoken before. He sincerely hoped not, better to start with a clean slate.

[Arie]

Originally Posted by Fletcher

[ @Arie ]

(I...love Birdkit. I Care Her)

Bouncepaw

Bouncepaw listened again, his mind was racing with so many thoughts and emotions- and honestly wasn't sure what to feel? He was curious for sure- and...it was MORE than tempting to get stronger.

"...That s..sounds nice..." he made soft eye contact with Birdkit, trying to gauge her intent, "If you're willing to help me...well...I'm willing to accept the help."

[I care Bounce too, but am incredibly sorry for the delay]

Okay. So the other baby was willing to learn from her? What... what was she supposed to do now? She'd only watched this moment happen between apprentices and mentors and then... then the mentors kind of just disappeared and went out into the territory where she kind of wasn't allowed to go. So Birdkit wasn't entirely sure what to do with herself outside of try to make up some brilliant lies. She knew... she knew the stars would not be happy with her for lying. And she felt so horrible at the thought of betraying them. She didn't want to betray the stars. It was a horrible feeling of guilt that it left in her stomach at the simple thought.

"I can try. But it might take a while! And you have to be prepared to get hurt, and RULE THREE, you must promise not to tell others I hurt you. Because I don't want to be killed by Dawnstar. She's... really cool though, isn't she? Like, all dark and shining and beautiful with all of her scars. She's... I wish to be like her one day. Cold and ruthless and brutal. Yet... I cling to the stars... sadly."

[dino.]

// @Rockfall - writing from mobile right now, apologies if it's short aha

>Whisperkit<
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Whisperkit's ears swiveled back and he seemed to shrink in on himself as she rolled her eyes at him. At him. He fell back on his haunches again and curled his tail over part of one of his scars. It didn't do much to hide it. And it wasn't as if he could obscure even the smallest bit of his lip.

Now would be a great time to go hide in the nursery, he thought. He glanced back over at her and stuck his tongue out. "Well, I am better than you," he shot back, voice wavering ever so slightly. "And I'd be happy to prove it!"