ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Willow_fang]

"Are you sure...? I mean, has my nose ever been wrong?" Willow scrunched up her face and twitched her whiskers as a light breeze blew past. "Let's just double check the borders, just to be safe." Willowfang glanced around with a look of uneasiness. This place doesn't feel right.... she thought to herself.

[stumpy4000]

@FuzzyRatto @Jynx

"Hmmmmm..... I smell a mouse, it's actually close by" Lionpaw said.

[Madelaine]

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Ebonykit padded out of the nursery like she did everyday and stepped over to the fresh kill pile. The molly wasn't planning on taking anything she just wanted to sit beside it. The large fluffy black kitten looked around the camp at everycat. Normally a lot would be afraid to see all these cats at such a young age, but she didn't nothing really frightened her. Ebonykit have out an emotional and her usual grumpy look.

[FuzzyRatto]

@stumpy4000 @Jynx

"Finally. Find it, and catch it. I'll teach you more once I gauge how well you hunt."

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[mentioned for the mention: @FlameQueen ]
Nettlespark emerges from the warrior's den, stretching luxuriously on his way out. He still wasn't used to going and coming, but how long was it since he'd been made a warrior? The tom hoped he'd get used to it soon. He makes his way to the fresh-kill pile as Twilightheart is walking away from it and scoffs openly at her. A blind cat hunting? It was a wonder she even brought anything home. Maybe she'd just pretended, on second thought. He wouldn't put it past the molly. Staring down at the prey she'd deposited now, he reaches out a paw and tentatively pokes at it. Rat-dung, still warm. She did catch something, after all. As if this revelation is an annoyance to the young warrior, he exerts a sigh and picks it up. Might as well eat it, then.

[OPEN]

[FuzzyRatto]

Originally Posted by Splashy

Whitepaw was chilling in the clearing, grooming his flame-orange and white splattered fur. He was a brand new apprentice, 6 moons old, and already acted like he was used to being an apprentice.

Albedo, an albino tom, traveled through the trees. She wasn't afraid of falling because of her secret, but she was careful all the same. She happened to look down and she saw a small orangey-whitey cat through the foliage. The tom, taking advantage of her position, dropped from the tree landing right behind this small cat.

[Terrestrial]

Originally Posted by implimm

[mentioned for the mention: @FlameQueen ]
Nettlespark emerges from the warrior's den, stretching luxuriously on his way out. He still wasn't used to going and coming, but how long was it since he'd been made a warrior? The tom hoped he'd get used to it soon. He makes his way to the fresh-kill pile as Twilightheart is walking away from it and scoffs openly at her. A blind cat hunting? It was a wonder she even brought anything home. Maybe she'd just pretended, on second thought. He wouldn't put it past the molly. Staring down at the prey she'd deposited now, he reaches out a paw and tentatively pokes at it. Rat-dung, still warm. She did catch something, after all. As if this revelation is an annoyance to the young warrior, he exerts a sigh and picks it up. Might as well eat it, then.

[OPEN]

Twilightheart stretched her neck out to pick out something but her head banged into another startled she jumped, landing on her rump and falling onto her back. What the hell are you doing?! she signed with her tail to startled to get up.

[Splashy]

@FuzzyRatto
Whitepaw let out a screech of alarm at the cat leaping on his back. He had fallen to the ground, struggling to stand back up. the tom wasn't much bigger than a kit, about 6 moons. "Get off me fox-heart!" He yowled in anger as he unsheathed his claws.

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@FuzzyRatto @Splashy

Just as the male had turned away to select a quiet spot to settle down and fill his belly, a ruckus erupts elsewhere in the clearing. Nettlespark drops the prey as soon as he spots it- An unfamiliar cat dropped into their camp, seemingly attacking one of the apprentices who had been calmly cleaning themselves! The warrior's fur prickles along his spine, feathery tail bushing out even further. He abandons the still-warm prey to race over to Whitepaw. "Get back," he orders the apprentice, already using his body as a bit of a wall between the apprentice he didn't even really know and this invader. "Who are you," he hisses at Albedo. "What do you want with ShadowClan?" Laying his ears flat, the young tom suddenly realizes that it would probably be best if he had additional backup. A quick scan of the clearing has him hoping someone else would come to deal with this with him.

[BEAR.]

Falconpaw doubted Beastspark's comment on she-cats, but he appreciated his willingness to swap her out for a real warrior if needed. Falconpaw could smell this failure from fox-lengths away, and it was no surprise when her tail got in a bunch over his comment. "I was not talking to you, she-cat." It was blunt, sharp-- tinged with emotionless-ness. Her feelings meant little to him when her attitude was just an extension of She-catly Emotions. Icestar suffered similarly, he learned early on.

"I asked him to place me on a patrol, but I was questioning his choices when you both clearly belong in the nursery with kits suckling at your side." The corners of his mouth lifted in a small smile, ready for the storm that'd surely brew from his words. "Oh, look. The absentee arrived. Another walking reason why you she-cats are incapable of being good warriors-- you cannot show up for your patrols in a timely manner."

His mood brightened clearly at Whiteshadow's arrival, and he moved away from the should-be-queens to join the big white tom. "Finally, someone who knows what they are doing!"

Falconpaw liked Whiteshadow a lot, frankly: though he only had one past experience with him he appreciated the warrior's straight-forwardness and simplicity. A shame his apprentice-- though he was missing now-- had been fatter than all of RiverClan combined. Falconpaw thought he would be a great teacher.

[ @Moonraven, @Jynx, @RuinsNight ]