ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[lone]

@Liquoris

The quiet chatter of the clearing was never directed at him. Lynxfrost couldn't help but wonder if he was even meant to be here, especially at this point in time...watching other cats talking, laughing, sometimes even crying together made him think that he was left out. He wasn't really the greatest of cats. Oh sure, he was a good warrior. He loved his Clan, and protected it to the best of his ability. And oh sure, he was fairly good at hunting. Better then some and worse then others, but wasn't that the way that things always went in the world?
He supposed so. After all...not everyone could be equal. Not everyone could be the best. So therefore, there had to be the good and then the bad. And unfortunately, it seemed to Lynxfrost that he fit more in the category of the bad then the good. At least he wasn't downright evil, that was always a bonus...but he wasn't the type of tom that he would have loved to be. Always kind, always there...always caring about his friends and family...and although sure, he did give them the occasional thought, they weren't constantly on his mind.
He was often worrying about them, when he did remember to think about them. It made him nervous that they might someday be killed in battle. He didn't really want to think about it, but what else could he do but worry? Truth be told, that was one of Lynxfrost's strongest points, despite it being one he didn't use very often. And that being one of his strongest points, the tom used it a good deal more then he should have. He should have been thinking about anything but his friends and family, and yet sometimes that was all he thought about. He should have been thinking about his Clan-- but found himself worrying instead. Worry-- yes, that was what was bothering Lynxfrost. He was worrying way, way too much these days.

[Ashley/Kestrel]

Originally Posted by Jingle

"Partially. However it is nice to know I can trust certain cats with the clan if need be. It's rather sad, however that most of my closest allies were taken by sickness or other reasons after Blazingash's reign." Halestar said, green eyes watching Kestrelberry closely. "Hopefully things will settle down in ShadowClan and we are able to thrive again- now since hopefully everything is stable where needed and our food stock should be filling up once again."

"How has everything been for you? Loosing Bravestep and all..." the leader asked, sitting and licking one of her front paws.

The tomcat nodded, paws shuffling. "Yes, that is a shame.. Though, it is refreshing to see the warriors remaining to help the Clan as much as they can." Kestrelberry's ears twitched, olive hues focused on the Maine Coon. "ShadowClan is definitely recovering- the war has not weakened us, but rather strengthened. Our bond with one another is as strong as ever." He chuckled, twirling a claw on the ground. He sheathed his claws, and cocked his head thoughtfully. "The last few moons have like a dream, y'know? Especially with these new neighbors... SkyClan? Wasn't it? I should definitely speak with their medicine whenever I can." The medicine cat's posture shifted at the mention of his mentor. It was hard to keep his gaze on Halestar's eyes. "Bravestep.. Its been definitely hard without him.. I often feel that im not doing good enough, im so stressed." He sighed, tail curling around his paws. "It was too soon, and now im the only medicine cat ShadowClan has. I'm trying my best, but its not easy.. I miss him so much.." He sighed, shifting his gaze away for a moment.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Willowpillow

The young tom threw his head back as if he was harshly offended by the shecat. "Ouch. I guess your right, maybe I'm not dashing. But I sure have a good heart-Unlike you. Teasing a poor tom? Cruel!" Raccoonsnout exclaimed, his wide pale eyes meeting her gaze. What was up with her? She sure had a personality.. And acted like she wanted attention 24/7.

He fluffed his black and white fur before watching her again. What was with her? One moment she was flirting, the next rejecting him to his core. Out of all the shecats he has encountered, she was the strangest. And thats even with riverclan shecats included. "Actually, yes. Trouble is fun for me. From stealing other cats prey to being.. Frisky.. Its fun. But I bet you wouldn't know what fun is eh? Especially being romantic as you clearly show you flop in that department." He flicked his tail and her nose and stood to take a step back.

"Hmm... What have I done lately?" He meowed as he searched his memory bank. "Ah yes. If you follow me, Ill show you. And no, I'm not looking for one of your sad attempts at romance, so don't be expecting anything risky... Oh, do you know what risky means? Ya know, being a goodie two paws and all." He meowed playfully as he rolled her eyes at her seductive moves. She sure had him rolled up in a bunch.

"Awww," Flurrytail cooed, allowing a purr to escape her maw. "Did I hurt your feelings too much?" She asked, almost wanting to laugh. In all honesty, he was fun to mess around with. She enjoyed bothering him, making him confused, making him feel wanted. She enjoyed his reaction most of all. "Teasing?" She mewed quietly almost as if she were confused. Yet, she was. What was he talking about? "Teasing?" She repeated. "I wasn't teasing anyone!" She exclaimed. "Don't get your tail in a twist just because you assumed
something that wasn't it, darling."

Flurrytail couldn't help, but roll over laughing at his thought of trouble. As she listened to him, her ears twitched and she rolled into her stomach, her head tilting to one side, staring at him attentively. She wondered if he were lying, if he were really this cassanova that got all the she-cats in the clan. He was pretty good-looking, but he wouldn't fit her definition of being dashing. Then again, that was her opinion, not that it would matter to him. "Oh?" She asked, a curious eye looking him up and down. Oddly, she believed that he was frisky. He seemed like a cat full of action. She rolled her eyes.

"A cat like you...huh?" She stood up, her tail twitching behind her. As she heard his next words. She half-lidded her eyes as if she weren't interesting in what he was offering her. Her ears perked, and she answered. "Of course I know what risky is, mouse-brain! And why would I follow you to my untimely death?" Her voice was hard at first, but soon lightened up, in a teasing like manner towards the tom.

Flurrytail felt offended at his last comment, and just as she was about to lash out about him, she only smiled. "Oh, like your terrible skills at flirting earlier, sweetheart?" She walked up to him, looking him up in the eye to challenge him. "Just to let you know, you hardly even know me, honey." Her eyes half-lidded, staring at him with her innocent brown ones. They gave a light sparkle and though she found the tom annoying, she wondered what type of danger he could bring into her life.

[goddess of ducks]

@Lonestar23

Rusticash entered the cleared area. He had spent many moons here with his mouse rained, Starclan loving mentor. Little had he known then that his mentor would forget him as soon as he was done with training. Of course this didn't bother Rustic, he found it rather relieving instead. The red marbled tom had quickly moved on, growing closer and closer to the cause of Blazingnight. He had talked with her, and planned a little, wanting to help in the takedown of Halestar. He had planned and then was surprised when the evil leader brought back news that Twolegs had captured Halestar and his sister, Smokeblossom. He knew what had really happened, but was overwhelmed with joy and relief that he no longer had to deal with his pathetic, weak, stuttering sister. Now he had survived what the Clan cats called the Evil Era and the Liberation battles, and how he didn't know. He knew Halestar was suspicious of him, he had attacked them before with his adopted mother. His role model and leader had fallen, never to be seen in the territories again. Now he had an apprentice to train, and he would show her everything he knew. "Alright Clawpaw, you should know, weakness is our biggest enemy. Weakness is what causes us to loose. Weakness causes falters, which results in injuries and death. Therefore, we must work out and get rid of your weaknesses. You need to be strong, both in your bite and in your claws. What do you feel your weaknesses are?" He asked, his voice cold and almost emotionless, keeping his voice at a level pitch, and volume. His voice always sounded dreary and cold, unless he was unleashing in the heat of battle.

[Jingle]

Originally Posted by Ashley/Kestrel

The tomcat nodded, paws shuffling. "Yes, that is a shame.. Though, it is refreshing to see the warriors remaining to help the Clan as much as they can." Kestrelberry's ears twitched, olive hues focused on the Maine Coon. "ShadowClan is definitely recovering- the war has not weakened us, but rather strengthened. Our bond with one another is as strong as ever." He chuckled, twirling a claw on the ground. He sheathed his claws, and cocked his head thoughtfully. "The last few moons have like a dream, y'know? Especially with these new neighbors... SkyClan? Wasn't it? I should definitely speak with their medicine whenever I can." The medicine cat's posture shifted at the mention of his mentor. It was hard to keep his gaze on Halestar's eyes. "Bravestep.. Its been definitely hard without him.. I often feel that im not doing good enough, im so stressed." He sighed, tail curling around his paws. "It was too soon, and now im the only medicine cat ShadowClan has. I'm trying my best, but its not easy.. I miss him so much.." He sighed, shifting his gaze away for a moment.

Halestar nodded, her green eyes focused on the other cat in the den. She shifted and spoke, "Yes, I'd like to make allies with Sky Clan if all possible. They are newer here, and I believe they would be a strong brother clan to have." The leader said, fluffy tail flicking.

The Maine coon looked at the younger cat as he talked about Bravestep, a deeper frown growing on her face. "Yes and it's a shame he left so soon. I think you've been doing a great job, Kestrelberry. Sickness and wounds have been taken care of."

[lone]

Originally Posted by Nighty

@Lonestar23

Rusticash entered the cleared area. He had spent many moons here with his mouse rained, Starclan loving mentor. Little had he known then that his mentor would forget him as soon as he was done with training. Of course this didn't bother Rustic, he found it rather relieving instead. The red marbled tom had quickly moved on, growing closer and closer to the cause of Blazingnight. He had talked with her, and planned a little, wanting to help in the takedown of Halestar. He had planned and then was surprised when the evil leader brought back news that Twolegs had captured Halestar and his sister, Smokeblossom. He knew what had really happened, but was overwhelmed with joy and relief that he no longer had to deal with his pathetic, weak, stuttering sister. Now he had survived what the Clan cats called the Evil Era and the Liberation battles, and how he didn't know. He knew Halestar was suspicious of him, he had attacked them before with his adopted mother. His role model and leader had fallen, never to be seen in the territories again. Now he had an apprentice to train, and he would show her everything he knew. "Alright Clawpaw, you should know, weakness is our biggest enemy. Weakness is what causes us to loose. Weakness causes falters, which results in injuries and death. Therefore, we must work out and get rid of your weaknesses. You need to be strong, both in your bite and in your claws. What do you feel your weaknesses are?" He asked, his voice cold and almost emotionless, keeping his voice at a level pitch, and volume. His voice always sounded dreary and cold, unless he was unleashing in the heat of battle.

The white feline entered the training ground after her mentor. She was lucky to have an experienced cat like Rusticash for a mentor-- after all, she could have ended up with a much worse one. Like some StarClan loving fool who decided that their precious starry cats would save everyone. Had they stopped Blazingnight from taking over? No. And yet...how had SkyClan known that they were here? That they needed help? What traitors would go that far, to some other Clan and bring them here to keep the rightful leader from continuing to rule. And yet she hoped something like that would happen again, too...maybe someday, somehow, things were going to change. Back to the way they had been. Back to the way they should be...at least, the way they should be in Clawpaw's opinion. Her name sometimes bothered her, though at the same time it fit her very well. She clawed her enemies. And had absolutely no problem doing it. Why should she? Those who stood in her way got clawed, simple as that. Unless, of course, they were the mentor that she admired so much. After all-- what was there not to like? He was training her. Teaching her well, as a matter of fact. And he wasn't a StarClan supporter. Clawpaw looked up as he began to speak, her ears pricked attentively, eyes fixed on the tom as she listened intently. My biggest weaknesses...she thought, cocking her head to the side for a moment. What were her weaknesses? She was stubborn, that much was obvious, however. She doubted her mentor had meant that. She couldn't swim well, but then again, neither could the majority of the Clans, save RiverClan. Agility and speed! She thought, all but jumping to her paws as the two words came to mind. "My agility and speed could use some work. They aren't as well-developed as I would like them to be." She mewed in a fairly careless tone, though she was hardly bothering to hide the worry behind them. Can they be fixed? She thought, glancing at Rusticash and waiting for his input on the situation.

[Smokeheart07]

Open rp))

Smokeheart watched the clan go about their own business. He sighed to himself. He wanted to find a mate. But what if she wanted to have kits? That was something he couldn't bare. He watched his son Snakepaw leave the camp. Probably going to train. He rested his head on his paws.

[Spirit]

Moondancer smiled as two of her kits noticed her coming in. Peering down at Silentkit as he swirled around her leg, she attempted to stop him to give him an affectionate lick on the forehead. "Hello little one. Are you all doing okay in here?" She asked, leaning down to lay by the kit's side, both to relax after a long day of duties, but also to be on the kit's level, and be able to hear Silentkit louder when he were talking. Even though she did not spend that much time with her kits, she still felt like she knew them quite a lot. Each time she visited them, she couldn't help feeling like a bad mother. Most of them seemed to be happy when she came, but what did they think of being raised by their grandmother and not their actual mother, whilst seeing the other kits in the nursery have their mother by the side all the time?
Peering over at Pearlkit, Moondancer tilted her head and smiled at her mute daughter. "Hello Pearlkit. Come over here, let me get a look at you, darling" She said, smiling at the small she-kit. She were still working on finding a way to understand Pearlkit as if she could speak. She knew that if she could figure out a way, Pearlkit would perhaps open up even more to her. Moondancer wanted to get to know the mute kit, even though it was hard when she had the disability that she had.

@Suspiciousmindz @Empress Of Evil @starfall @fenic! @Lilly @Lonestar23 @Marble

[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

The white feline entered the training ground after her mentor. She was lucky to have an experienced cat like Rusticash for a mentor-- after all, she could have ended up with a much worse one. Like some StarClan loving fool who decided that their precious starry cats would save everyone. Had they stopped Blazingnight from taking over? No. And yet...how had SkyClan known that they were here? That they needed help? What traitors would go that far, to some other Clan and bring them here to keep the rightful leader from continuing to rule. And yet she hoped something like that would happen again, too...maybe someday, somehow, things were going to change. Back to the way they had been. Back to the way they should be...at least, the way they should be in Clawpaw's opinion. Her name sometimes bothered her, though at the same time it fit her very well. She clawed her enemies. And had absolutely no problem doing it. Why should she? Those who stood in her way got clawed, simple as that. Unless, of course, they were the mentor that she admired so much. After all-- what was there not to like? He was training her. Teaching her well, as a matter of fact. And he wasn't a StarClan supporter. Clawpaw looked up as he began to speak, her ears pricked attentively, eyes fixed on the tom as she listened intently. My biggest weaknesses...she thought, cocking her head to the side for a moment. What were her weaknesses? She was stubborn, that much was obvious, however. She doubted her mentor had meant that. She couldn't swim well, but then again, neither could the majority of the Clans, save RiverClan. Agility and speed! She thought, all but jumping to her paws as the two words came to mind. "My agility and speed could use some work. They aren't as well-developed as I would like them to be." She mewed in a fairly careless tone, though she was hardly bothering to hide the worry behind them. Can they be fixed? She thought, glancing at Rusticash and waiting for his input on the situation.

Rusticash waited, somewhat impatiently, for her to answer. He paused though, not letting his impatience show. He knew she was probably thinking about what her weakness was. He knew it was something most cats didn't focus on. His mentor certainly hadn't. He saw a strength and focused on that more than anything. Because of that, Rustkcash was forced to work everything else out by himself, or with his adopted mother. Either way, weaknesses were not an easy subject. "Speed and agility." He repeated more for himself than for Clawpaw. "We can work on that. I've had the liberty of watching a Windclan training session before. I guess now I can use some of their tactics." He said, rather impressed that he had seen that and was now getting to put it to use. "Now, run, around this clearing. Pace your self, keep a constant speed. You don't have to go fast at first, but slowly pick up speed. Your limbs should grow used to the strain and movement over time. This will need practice, even after your apprenticeship is over, but it will pay for its self in the long run." He explained. "Now go." He commanded sternly as he lowered himself down to sit in the middle.

[Starfall]

@Spirit @Empress Of Evil @Suspiciousmindz
@Lonestar @fenic! @Lilly

Speckledkit raised his head and looked at the unknown figure, to him it seemed almost ethereal as the sun's rays shone brightly behind it, making him believe he was still sleeping. His green hues flashed with excitement once his orbs adjusted to the light. It was mom. "Mother!" he yipped as he picked himself up and quickly made his way over to his mother, tripping over his paws along the way. He landed with a soft 'omph' but brushed it off and smiled up at Moondancer. She hadn't really been showing up too much, her deputy duties took her away from him most of the time and he wasn't too happy about that. He stood up on his hind legs and baped his mother's nose with his little, front right paw. Mischeviousness gleamed in his hues, he wanted to play but the others whine whenever he plays the way he wants to says he's 'too rough.' He tried to go play with the apprentices and warriors but they would always just swat him away, it annoyed him, and he got even more annoyed when he noticed that his mother was paying more attention to the whiniest of the whole litter. Even though pearlkit couldn't speak she was often just off in the corners of the nursery by herself, watching, it was weird and he still hadn't grown used to it. He loved his siblings, but sometimes he just wanted to have mother all to himself and it seemed as though this time would not be the case. Speckledkit let out a little huff and sat down next to the leg silentkit was circling, he wrapped his tail around his paws and waited for the rest of his beloved siblings to come crashing in.