ShadowClan Leader's Den - Page 34

**Pitou** · #**331** May 24th, 2023, 09:58 AM

**Elmshadow**

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His head dipped slightly in gratitude, though a sense of uncertainty still plagued him. Taking in a deep breath as he considered her warranted skepticism. "I have left it in the paws of the Dark Forest. I woke in the middle of the night to daylight inside my den. I could only deduce the Dark Forest would be pointing me towards the apprentice. I've had similar oddities that seemed to call out other warriors chosen by the Dark Forest." He hoped he was right.

He nodded his head, preferring the line of conversation moving to the collection of herbs needed, "I'm sure anything you recognize could be of use. Marigold should be coming about again. And dock leaves, honey, and burnet are often helpful on paw. Thank you, Dawnstar."" He bowed his head in a small offer of respect then, unless she had further questions, he'd make his leave.

**lio** · #**332** May 24th, 2023, 02:14 PM

NIGHTHOUND
huge, dark grey tabby tom with orange eyes and many scars.
he/him

The trek back from the Icy Heartlands was a rather quick one, Nighthound's giant paws beating against the soaked ground. He slipped his way into camp once more and made a beeline toward Dawnstar's den, stopping just outside and clearing his throat.

"Dawnstar, I have news I wish to relay to you. May I enter?"

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**marshall** · #**333** May 24th, 2023, 05:52 PM

➵ wildpaw ❀⋆˚₊⁻∘･
// ➵ @Undertaker

"oh DAWNBESTIEEEEE!!!" wildpaw almost sung as she entered her favorite persons lair. as always she entered with her hydromoss, as well as an extra little gift she had brought for her bestie, as she plopped down her hydromoss near the shadow queen as also dropped a couple flowers as well. the increasingly hotter sun had dried them out a bit, but it made them look prettier in a way. "hiii!! i just wanted to stop by because i totes have a suggestion for your next deputy choice!! don't worry, i'm not coming in to ask for it. im totally not wasting my young moons trying to chase around the crusty ass cats of this clan.. or any of my moons actually. anyway, i'm sure you're like really fed up with all these ditching deputies you keep getting, so i have an idea. your enforcers like to beat each other right? why not pick the most active of your warriors and have them war with each other? it adds that extra spark in, and keeps a weakling from entering circles like ours. ugh, i absolutely cannot stand the weak or those who pretend to be a strong and i'm totes sure you can't either. then afterwards you have an active deputy who hopefully won't bleed out from their war wounds!"
wildpaw had almost forgotten about the flowers too, so she slid them over to dawnbestie. "oh, and i've been noticing a little bit of must starting to infect you which is totally okay!! it happens to the best of us, well not me because i am the most pristine of the best, but to help i brought you over flowers! these ones are absolutely to have in your morning routine and they'll make you smell just totes amazing!!" wildpaw said, eagerly awaiting a response.

**Watermeloon** · #**334** May 25th, 2023, 06:43 PM

[WHITEHEART]

Whiteheart limped to the entrance of Dawnstar's den. "D-Dawnstar, permission to enter. I want to ask about the ThunderClan invasion... Also, where is Mirehound and who is gonna be your deputy?"

Whiteheart clamped his mouth, covering it with a paw. Oh shoot... He had been rambling out of nervousness again. Dawnstar was probs gonna get pissed and claw his pelt off. Whiteheart's tail flicked nervously.

[ @Undertaker you can just claw Whiteheart's ears off if you want]

***Undertaker*** · #**335** May 26th, 2023, 11:53 PM

The tremendous she-cat blinked lazily as she heard a voice she didn't hear often at the entrance of her den. Out of all of her Enforcers, Sorrelflare's presence was often the smallest "Enter." The Queen ordered, rolling her broad shoulders as she moved into an upright position. "What is it?"

Yea, more irritations. The moody feline stared at the mouth of her den like it was the reason for all her problems. The prospect of more news was never good, it was always something or other. Dawnstar growls softly and then takes a deep breath, shoving all her personal turmoil deep within her as exhaled. This was her duty, she had to deal with it. "Come in, Nighthound."

Oh, shadows, what the hell had she done to deserve this?! The Clan leader's ears immediately shot back against her, plastered so tightly against her skull that they were nearly invisible. They jerked forwards, alert, when said pest waltzed into her den without even asking to come in. It was her favorite nuisance, Dawnstar amber pools settled on Wildpaw moss, and scowled, wondering if the vain apprentice would be carrying that around with her as a warrior as well. Wildpaw was due for an assessment soon enough.

Aside from the moss, the apprentice dropped flowers down, bewildering the leader. They didn't look like herbs, just plain wildflowers... hmm, the warrior name Wildflower would almost perfectly for the troublemaker. Perhaps that's what she'd settle on if the troublesome succeeded. Her mouth was flapping. Dawnstar returned her attention to the apprentice around the mention of deputy. As annoying as this mouthy furball was, Dawnstar could admit that she rarely found Wildpaw boring. Her reasoning for not wanting the deputy rank was amusing, to say the least.

The smallest smirk etched itself into the scarred face as she heard Wildpaw's idea. "That's an interesting concept to add, I'll think about it," Dawnstar muttered. The leader would admit that she's picked fools and mousebrains as deputies before, but she never thought she chose anyone weak. Normally, she'd figure out some way to find Wildpaw's insinuations as insulting, but as she thought back on the last two and how they died, and the one before went missing, maybe she had mistakenly been choosing weaklings. Still, though, even strong fighters could make dung-like deputies. She'll weigh the pros and cons and settle on something later.

"Musk?" Dawnstar repeated, mouth settling in a firm flat line once again. Well, that was insulting. Wildpaw explained what the flowers were for, and Dawnstar causally reached out a clawed paw, hooking one of the frail flowers by its stem, and looked at it like it was an oddity. "Why thank you, Wildpaw. How generous and thoughtful you are." The leader's mug curled into an ironic smile. Why waste her time getting upset about it, she didn't want to keep the little headache around longer than necessary. "Is there anything else?"

[Since he didn't actually enter her den, he's safe from an ear clawing.]
It never ends! Dawnstar spotted the silhouette of the cat outside her den, they were smart enough not to set a paw inside though. Whiteheart's questions reached her ears making them twitch. The loud thwack of her tail on the ground expressed her aggravation at being questioned about anything, but stupid leader duties. "Come in." She hisses.

"First off, if I knew who would be my deputy I would have already announced it, but that isn't any of your concern, Whiteheart." Dawnstar released a loud irritated snarl. Even if she knew, it wasn't like she'd tell the first frogbrain that asked.

"I've no clue where Mirehound is, she could be dead for all I know." Dawnstar knew little to nothing about the fates of missing cats, she wasn't StarClan. "Whatever you have to question about the ThunderClan better be worth my time, I'm in no mood for stupidity."

**lio** · #**336** May 27th, 2023, 01:36 PM

NIGHTHOUND
huge, dark grey tabby tom with orange eyes and many scars.
he/him

Receiving permission to enter, Nighthound shouldered his way into the leader's den. He offered a polite nod to Dawnstar, glad to be out of the pouring rain outside. Damn, he hated water.

Not wanting to waste any important time, he remained standing as he began to speak.

"Following the lift of the ban on leaving camp alone, I had gone into the territory. More specifically, I went to the Icy Heartlands, but it appeared as though nobody had been there in a moon. While I know that the rain may dull scents, all that could be smelled were the scents of outsiders and prey." Tail lashing as he spoke, Nighthound raised his head high and looked toward Dawnstar. A determined glint sparked in orange eyes.

"As the Icy Heartlands has not been patrolled in a moon, I would like to lead one to ensure that it is safe. This patrol would only consist of warriors as we do not know what danger may lie there," he continued, "A moon is more than enough time for outsiders, dogs, foxes, and other creatures to make it their home, and it is my duty as a ShadowClan warrior to protect our Clan. Under my watch, I aim to ensure that no further Clanmates of mine will be found dead."

There was just one more thing he wanted to talk about. Something he had decided on his own. "Alongside this, I would like to request to be a guard for our Clan. While I know that I am not an Enforcer, far too many deaths and injuries- in the case of Flowerkit- have been allowed to occur. Traitors in our ranks, outsiders making it into the camp, all of it must be put to an end. ShadowClan is not a Clan of traitors or laziness, and I will take it upon myself to uphold that if necessary."

Finished speaking, Nighthound fell into a silence, patiently awaiting the Shadow Queen's response.

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**marshall** · #**337** May 27th, 2023, 01:57 PM

➵ wildpaw ❀⋆˚₊⁻∘･
// ➵ @Undertaker

wildpaw smirked, she knew her dawnbestie would adore her idea and gifts, it was wildpaw who was giving them how could she not? "why of course dawnbestie!!!! i had no doubt you'd enjoy them, it would be totally silly of you if you didn't." wildpaw thought for a second after dawnbestie had asked if there was anything else... of course there was!! "oh! well, there is the fact that i'm overdue for my warrior ceremony of course! i know you've been totes busy and stuff over the last couple moons but like.. i'm almost 18 moons and frankly i'm a bit annoyed that it took this long for your lackeys to have any sort of check up with me. anyway, i just need that final assessment thing and then i'm good! of course i need it done by you though because bestie, i do not trust your said lackeys. as with all of shadowclan, they're dusty, crusty AND musty and cats such as pristine as us should never have to put up with nonsense like that, you feel?"

**gravekeeper.** · #**338** May 28th, 2023, 07:27 PM

Icebeam waited outside of Dawnstar's den, not wanting to piss her off. "Dawnstar, do I have permission to enter?" she asked in her usual monotone voice, "If not, I'll just tell you outside."
@Undertaker - Dawnstar

**Rose** · #**339** May 28th, 2023, 07:57 PM

Larkfire
She/Her

For the first time in a long while, Larkfire was left feeling utterly disappointed with herself. She could not answer either of Dawnstar's questions, and it irked her. Made her feel like the little girl she'd once been all over again, trembling and helpless and terrified in the face of her mother's disappointment. Except, she wasn't trembling this time. She wasn't helpless, and neither was she terrified. There was no mother, not anymore. Not the real one, not even the pretend one, whatever Dappledleaf had been. It was only her stuck within her own confusing mentality.

The apple didn't fall so far from the tree, anyway.

"She was gone by the time I returned back to camp." Larkfire said, shaking her head. She wanted to cringe at her own stupidity, lurking above in the trees and merely watching to make sure Duskpaw didn't get hurt. At the time, Larkfire hadn't wanted to disturb Duskpaw's hunting, but by the time Lark had gotten down from her tree and followed the apprentices' trail back to camp, the paw had disappeared. Curiously enough, Lark was also unaware what punishment she would have had to enforce, but asking Dawnstar about it now would probably only earn her ire. ...Nobody had said Lark wouldn't do it anyway. "If I were to issue a punishment, what was it supposed to be?"

Whether Dawnstar answered or not, Larkfire moved on. She had to, anyway. "I spoke to Flowerkit when we found her, but she couldn't tell me anything aside from how she didn't get a good look at whoever hurt her. The loner... I'm still not sure if he did it alone, but when I questioned him he kept saying he didn't know anything about ShadowClan. When I asked about accomplices, all he said was 'Ice'." She paused, a moment. This next part was rather awkward, because it chalked up to another mistake Lark had made. She'd failed to see the fatal wound on the loner's back. "And then he passed out from blood loss. Died."

**Watermeloon** · #**340** May 28th, 2023, 08:08 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Undertaker

The tremendous she-cat blinked lazily as she heard a voice she didn't hear often at the entrance of her den. Out of all of her Enforcers, Sorrelflare's presence was often the smallest "Enter." The Queen ordered, rolling her broad shoulders as she moved into an upright position. "What is it?"

Yea, more irritations. The moody feline stared at the mouth of her den like it was the reason for all her problems. The prospect of more news was never good, it was always something or other. Dawnstar growls softly and then takes a deep breath, shoving all her personal turmoil deep within her as exhaled. This was her duty, she had to deal with it. "Come in, Nighthound."

Oh, shadows, what the hell had she done to deserve this?! The Clan leader's ears immediately shot back against her, plastered so tightly against her skull that they were nearly invisible. They jerked forwards, alert, when said pest waltzed into her den without even asking to come in. It was her favorite nuisance, Dawnstar amber pools settled on Wildpaw moss, and scowled, wondering if the vain apprentice would be carrying that around with her as a warrior as well. Wildpaw was due for an assessment soon enough.

Aside from the moss, the apprentice dropped flowers down, bewildering the leader. They didn't look like herbs, just plain wildflowers... hmm, the warrior name Wildflower would almost perfectly for the troublemaker. Perhaps that's what she'd settle on if the troublesome succeeded. Her mouth was flapping. Dawnstar returned her attention to the apprentice around the mention of deputy. As annoying as this mouthy furball was, Dawnstar could admit that she rarely found Wildpaw boring. Her reasoning for not wanting the deputy rank was amusing, to say the least.

The smallest smirk etched itself into the scarred face as she heard Wildpaw's idea. "That's an interesting concept to add, I'll think about it," Dawnstar muttered. The leader would admit that she's picked fools and mousebrains as deputies before, but she never thought she chose anyone weak. Normally, she'd figure out some way to find Wildpaw's insinuations as insulting, but as she thought back on the last two and how they died, and the one before went missing, maybe she had mistakenly been choosing weaklings. Still, though, even strong fighters could make dung-like deputies. She'll weigh the pros and cons and settle on something later.

"Musk?" Dawnstar repeated, mouth settling in a firm flat line once again. Well, that was insulting. Wildpaw explained what the flowers were for, and Dawnstar causally reached out a clawed paw, hooking one of the frail flowers by its stem, and looked at it like it was an oddity. "Why thank you, Wildpaw. How generous and thoughtful you are." The leader's mug curled into an ironic smile. Why waste her time getting upset about it, she didn't want to keep the little headache around longer than necessary. "Is there anything else?"

[Since he didn't actually enter her den, he's safe from an ear clawing.]
It never ends! Dawnstar spotted the silhouette of the cat outside her den, they were smart enough not to set a paw inside though. Whiteheart's questions reached her ears making them twitch. The loud thwack of her tail on the ground expressed her aggravation at being questioned about anything, but stupid leader duties. "Come in." She hisses.

"First off, if I knew who would be my deputy I would have already announced it, but that isn't any of your concern, Whiteheart." Dawnstar released a loud irritated snarl. Even if she knew, it wasn't like she'd tell the first frogbrain that asked.

"I've no clue where Mirehound is, she could be dead for all I know." Dawnstar knew little to nothing about the fates of missing cats, she wasn't StarClan. "Whatever you have to question about the ThunderClan better be worth my time, I'm in no mood for stupidity."

Whiteheart's ears pinned to his skull, totally panicking right now. Dawnstar was so pissed at him right now, he was such a mousebrain! He took a silent breath and stepped out from the shadows, still standing outside the den. "When are we invading ThunderClan? They seem weak right now... They haven't put their big paws in the other Clans' businesses recently." He paused, and Dawnstar's whiskers twitched. Whiteheart hurriedly continued.

"I think we should send a scouting party of the stealthiest cats to get information on ThunderClan, then we could strategize and decide on the best way to attack, then we surprise them and BOOM!, likely success! They will never guess what's coming for them, unless... they have spies here..." Whiteheart lowered his voice conspirationally. "Of course, it's up to you to make the decision. So, what do you think?"

Whiteheart swayed on his three good paws nervously. Had he spoken to Dawnstar disrespectfully? Spots danced at the edges of his vision, and he blinked them away. He sat down, his lame leg twisting awkwardly under him. "So, what do you think?' Whiteheart tipped his head slightly.

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