ShadowClan Clearing

[Abyssopelagic]

Originally Posted by Zesty Mango

Stempaw glanced up in surprise as a warrior walked into her,” Yes…for now. I just passed my final assessment with Dawnstar so I’ll be a warrior any day now.” she meowed, she knew she was old to be an apprentice, she was already 20 moons old. Losing her leg and getting kidnapped by twolegs had interrupted her training as did getting kidnapped by two Windclan warriors, but she was finally becoming a warrior,” It’s Poisonpetal right?” she meowed wanting to make sure she had her clanmates name.

//I'm so sorry this is late ajdjdj

Poisonpetal nodded as Stempaw spoke.
"Congratulations, " he murmured, settling into a sitting position, prepared for this conversation to take longer than intended.
"I hear the assessments under Dawnstar are more taxing than they have been before. I look foward to you joining our ranks."
Casual niceties, but not a lie. New warriors were always needed, always welcome, especially if they could actually pull their own weight in their Clan duties.
As it was, there were plenty that did not.
"It is." He confirmed, waiting for her to continue, in case she had something specific she wanted to bring up.

[Little Timmy]

Originally Posted by Swiftstripe

Flametail sat with his paws tucked against himself, starring off in front of him as his thoughts swirled. The sun shimmering down against his pelt caused it to look like flames licking up his sides, exactly where he got his prefix from.

Puffing out a soft breath he glanced around the clearing, tucking his fluffy tail around himself. He was quite relaxed, enjoying the feeling of sun on his pelt.

@Little Timmy

Mistheart dropped her fresh kill into the decently large prey pile. It was nice to help the clan sometimes. Even if they’re leader was bad, nothing can change the fact that Dawnstar still leads the clan. At least she does it sorta correctly. Right?

Mistheart wasn’t hungry, nor did she feel like eating. So she could, finally, do what she does and talk to the cats in the clearing. Moody or not.
Finally after say hi to a few cats she stopped at Flametail.
”Hello there!” she mewed happily.

[Nixey]

Originally Posted by Little Timmy

Mistheart dropped her fresh kill into the decently large prey pile. It was nice to help the clan sometimes. Even if they’re leader was bad, nothing can change the fact that Dawnstar still leads the clan. At least she does it sorta correctly. Right?

Mistheart wasn’t hungry, nor did she feel like eating. So she could, finally, do what she does and talk to the cats in the clearing. Moody or not.
Finally after say hi to a few cats she stopped at Flametail.
”Hello there!” she mewed happily.

~Flametail~

Flicking a ear lightly he blinks over at Mistheart, brown eyes narrowing lightly as he tried to recall the shecats name. He knew most of the cats by name here and that was about it “hello..” letting out a soft meow he straightened up a bit.

He hadn’t expected to be spoken to today so as he peered at Mistheart he struggled to bring her name to the forefront of his mind. The fact that the tom was tired wasn’t helping either.

[Little Timmy]

Originally Posted by Swiftstripe

~Flametail~

Flicking a ear lightly he blinks over at Mistheart, brown eyes narrowing lightly as he tried to recall the shecats name. He knew most of the cats by name here and that was about it “hello..” letting out a soft meow he straightened up a bit.

He hadn’t expected to be spoken to today so as he peered at Mistheart he struggled to bring her name to the forefront of his mind. The fact that the tom was tired wasn’t helping either.

Mistheart was joyful today. After getting a good stretch the morning of, going hunting, and talking to her clan mates! How wonderful?
“Hi! I’m mistheart, though you may know that already.” she mewed, then sat down.
”You must beeeee... Flametail?”
She didn’t have that at the corner of her mind, and it did take her a few seconds. But at least she knew some cats names.

“How’s life?” she asked with a smile.
She doesn’t often ask others how they’re life is going. But this cat didn’t seem like they had any other boring topic to talk about so, Mistheart had to bring it up. She always knows how to answer that question, or any other form of it, she just never gets asked how she’s been doing.

[versailles]

@Caramel //

the sound of quick pawsteps were easy to hear for any cat near the entrance of the camp, pitter patter of a cat running. only a second after, a cat bursted through the entrance! the cat bursting into camp was buzzardpaw, who let out a howl just as she entered camp, almost like she was trying to cause alarm. (she was. camp was boring lately.) she waited a few moments for any gasps, or shocked looks, maybe even a few yowls.

as expected, she got none, and let out a groan. "all these guys suck," she grumbled to herself, padding further into camp until she was standing right in the middle of it. seriously! no gasps or anything? not even a warrior coming over to scold her? boring! the one day she felt relatively energetic and not sore, everyone decided to be as boring as a dead mouse.

walking with no real destination in mind, she looked around the camp for anyone she could possibly talk to. eventually, she spotted someone that she was pretty sure was an apprentice. finchpaw..shrikepaw..something about birds, she didn't really care, but she hurried over to the ginger tom. he was one of the way older apprentices-- older than frecklepaw and she even gave him the nickname 'oldie'.

"hey! you're one of the older apprentices, right?" buzzardpaw asked, continuing only a few heartbeats after speaking, not giving enough time to process any answer that sparrowpaw could get out in that time. "does that mean you know any cool moves? or do you just know the boring basics?" a tiny part of her wanted to brag about the possibility of her being taught how to climb trees in the future, if this guy ended up knowing nothing that she was interested in.

[Nixey]

Originally Posted by Little Timmy

Mistheart was joyful today. After getting a good stretch the morning of, going hunting, and talking to her clan mates! How wonderful?
“Hi! I’m mistheart, though you may know that already.” she mewed, then sat down.
”You must beeeee... Flametail?”
She didn’t have that at the corner of her mind, and it did take her a few seconds. But at least she knew some cats names.

“How’s life?” she asked with a smile.
She doesn’t often ask others how they’re life is going. But this cat didn’t seem like they had any other boring topic to talk about so, Mistheart had to bring it up. She always knows how to answer that question, or any other form of it, she just never gets asked how she’s been doing.

~Flametail~

He hadn’t expected Mistheart to know his name, he may be the outgoing type but he could also be very off to the side when he wanted. Tilting his head lightly he gave a nodded “you’d be correct, I am Flametail,” though he was speaking he was also taking this time to memorize Mistheart and her name.

Hearing her next question it brought him back from the memorization process, blinking for a moment as he processed it “life’s..alright, could be worse,” it was generally how he felt about his life. It could be better or it could be worse, he decided he’d just happily stick with the in between. “And what about you?” asking gently, he mewed.

[Caramel]

Originally Posted by finnzel

@Caramel //

the sound of quick pawsteps were easy to hear for any cat near the entrance of the camp, pitter patter of a cat running. only a second after, a cat bursted through the entrance! the cat bursting into camp was buzzardpaw, who let out a howl just as she entered camp, almost like she was trying to cause alarm. (she was. camp was boring lately.) she waited a few moments for any gasps, or shocked looks, maybe even a few yowls.

as expected, she got none, and let out a groan. "all these guys suck," she grumbled to herself, padding further into camp until she was standing right in the middle of it. seriously! no gasps or anything? not even a warrior coming over to scold her? boring! the one day she felt relatively energetic and not sore, everyone decided to be as boring as a dead mouse.

walking with no real destination in mind, she looked around the camp for anyone she could possibly talk to. eventually, she spotted someone that she was pretty sure was an apprentice. finchpaw..shrikepaw..something about birds, she didn't really care, but she hurried over to the ginger tom. he was one of the way older apprentices-- older than frecklepaw and she even gave him the nickname 'oldie'.

"hey! you're one of the older apprentices, right?" buzzardpaw asked, continuing only a few heartbeats after speaking, not giving enough time to process any answer that sparrowpaw could get out in that time. "does that mean you know any cool moves? or do you just know the boring basics?" a tiny part of her wanted to brag about the possibility of her being taught how to climb trees in the future, if this guy ended up knowing nothing that she was interested in.

╰┈➤Sparrowpaw

Sparrowpaw was just minding his own business doing...well, absolutely nothing, as usual, when suddenly his boring staring into the distance and zoning was the disrupted by, gasp, someone asking him a question? For a moment he wasn't even sure if what he had just heard was real before spotting the apprentice that had walked up to him.

Something must be deeply wrong with the world today. Why would anyone ever want to talk to him? He was just some random apprentice who was kind of old for his rank that had trouble learning any battle moves and who spent most of his time outside of training just doing nothing or hunting and who also was probably the least well known and social cat out there; so why would someone be interested in talking to him?

"Yes, that's right." The ginger tom blinked. This apprentice gave off such strong spunky, attention-seeking, overconfident youngster energy. Let's see, what battle moves did he know? Well, I can strike things with my paw and like...bat moss. His past mentors had really done an excellent job at not teaching him anything actually useful and neglecting his training. Well, there was also the things he had learned in the Dark Forest, but trying to teach an apprentice that sort of stuff was a bit risky. "Well not really - I mean, I know some, but..." He paused. "But they're only for warriors and apprentices my age," He hastily replied. "not for little furballs like you."

[Tuftdrawsanddoodles]

Lilycreek looked around. Dawnstar said she needed to train, maybe she could find someone to train with. Maybe she could find someone to train with?

[poppy]

- @I draw war cats

Brackenpaw stalked into the clearing, ears flat. Stupid Cloudheart, didn't know what his problem was. She was going to be a warrior soon, so soon she could taste it. She nearly ran into Lilycreek, and stumbled backwards with a surprised hiss. Ugh, watch where you're going. She snapped, ready to shove past the warrior and continue brooding.

[Little Timmy]

Originally Posted by Swiftstripe

~Flametail~

He hadn’t expected Mistheart to know his name, he may be the outgoing type but he could also be very off to the side when he wanted. Tilting his head lightly he gave a nodded “you’d be correct, I am Flametail,” though he was speaking he was also taking this time to memorize Mistheart and her name.

Hearing her next question it brought him back from the memorization process, blinking for a moment as he processed it “life’s..alright, could be worse,” it was generally how he felt about his life. It could be better or it could be worse, he decided he’d just happily stick with the in between. “And what about you?” asking gently, he mewed.

Great, that was good Mistheart was correct. Otherwise that would be embarrassing. To call a cat another name that wasn’t theirs, Completely made up for that matter, or the name of another. It just sounded plain embarrassing.

Wonderful! Another cat having a great time. That’s just what she wanted to hear. If Mistheart couldn’t make every cat happy, then why not try to make half of the cats happy! If that’s.. even possible. Every shadowclanner took a turn for the worst. And are all moody hags. But that’s fine! Mistheart could find away to make them cheer up!

After the cat told her about his life, he asked about hers. Mistheart was shocked. No cat ever asked her how her life has been.
“Well, my best friend recently got kicked out of the clan and is now a rouge.. errr I have no idea what she did, but I know that she talked back too Dawnstar and almost got killed.” she said with a nervous laugh at the end.