ShadowClan Territory

[~Silverkit~]

Originally Posted by Otterstrike

"No, I'm fine!" meowed Ivyheart.

You sure?" Soaringflame asked. A lot of cats were surprised when they saw how athletic she was.

[Gold]

Originally Posted by Silverkit~

You sure?" Soaringflame asked. A lot of cats were surprised when they saw how athletic she was.

"Really, I'm good. Let's keep going, or we can hunt here, whatever you decide."

[~Silverkit~]

Originally Posted by Otterstrike

"Really, I'm good. Let's keep going, or we can hunt here, whatever you decide."

Ok. I'll keep going" Soaringflame said. She ran real fast hoping it wasn't too fast.

[gemini]

Originally Posted by Sagittarius

Windystar wasn’t used to all of the bows and head dips. Of course, he appreciated the show of respect, it just made things a lot more formal than they needed to be. He didn’t like formal. He preferred to be on the same level as everyone else, befriending as many cats as he could throughout his leadership. There would be cats who disliked him, and of course that would get to him. But what could he do? Not much. He could approach them, maybe? Some cats would always be intent on stirring mayhem and distrust. But Windystar was a very forgiving and trusting feline. Even those who would, perhaps call him out during a Clan meeting and diss his gender... well, maybe that instance would take a little bit to forgive. But still.

He had been so lost in his thoughts that he realized the other feline had caught a squirrel. Well, that was more than he’d done. With an embarrassed lick of his pale chest fur, he answered the question, noting the cat’s discomfort in their - her own voice. “Ah - lost in thought, I guess.” He had experienced the same level of discomfort as the cat before him. He hated how high in pitch his voice was, and she hated how low in pitch hers was. Neither of them could do a thing about it, except wish.

as her leader gave the slightest flinch at his own voice her hazel gaze shifted around the squirrel’s blood dripping onto the crisp snow. She had been through a lot as her eyes settled in on the trees remembering the good times she had had here. Though there were few to be named some of her favorite had taken place in the pine forest that surrounded them . She had a small smile pricking her face yet a straight face broadened cutting off the look before it could be shown to its fullest. Lots of cats had caused her emotional harm yet she hadn’t felt this much pain for a long time as the thoughts of Sprucepaw flooded her senses trying not to show Windystar her anger, the anger that was dormant under her thick skin.

Feathercry gave a knowing look as Windystar spoke about being lost in his thoughts, it was a place she wanted to escape to more often yet she found it so hard to do the facts of the harsh world that surrounded her pulled her back to reality again and again and again. Windystar really was doing well for himself proving everything as her hazel eyes set in on the Tom. “It happens.” she meowed her voice rumbling “it’s easy when we’re in such a lovely place away from the bad things.” her voice seemed higher as she tried to put on a cover. The molly gave a look of calm as her eyes scanned the white and green territory around them.

[YourAromanticAlly]

Originally Posted by Silverkit~

Together" Snowpaw said. She heard a mouse so she got into her crouching position, walked slowly and quietly up to it painfully and jumped on it, killing it. Her pain was out of control but she tried to make it unnoticeable to Shadowpaw.

"Nice!" He said with a small purr. "Why dont you go eat and I'll join you in a minute." He suggested, noticing her pain but not wanting to make her feel bad becauze of it.

[Cave]

Originally Posted by Okapi

She gave a small nod,” Of Course.” She meowed and followed him out of camp.

The burly tom pushed out the entrance of Shadowclan camp and headed away from some of the busier areas of the territory (like the training clearing and areas fussed over like the borders against the other clans). He chose an odd path, he never hesitated to crawl under bushes or leap over fallen trees, His path was a path one wouldn't call the easy one. He remained quiet, only his pawsteps could be heard.

[vellichor]

Originally Posted by Gemini

as her leader gave the slightest flinch at his own voice her hazel gaze shifted around the squirrel’s blood dripping onto the crisp snow. She had been through a lot as her eyes settled in on the trees remembering the good times she had had here. Though there were few to be named some of her favorite had taken place in the pine forest that surrounded them . She had a small smile pricking her face yet a straight face broadened cutting off the look before it could be shown to its fullest. Lots of cats had caused her emotional harm yet she hadn’t felt this much pain for a long time as the thoughts of Sprucepaw flooded her senses trying not to show Windystar her anger, the anger that was dormant under her thick skin.

Feathercry gave a knowing look as Windystar spoke about being lost in his thoughts, it was a place she wanted to escape to more often yet she found it so hard to do the facts of the harsh world that surrounded her pulled her back to reality again and again and again. Windystar really was doing well for himself proving everything as her hazel eyes set in on the Tom. “It happens.” she meowed her voice rumbling “it’s easy when we’re in such a lovely place away from the bad things.” her voice seemed higher as she tried to put on a cover. The molly gave a look of calm as her eyes scanned the white and green territory around them.

The tan feline could feel the emotion in the air. A smile, no - it was gone. But this cat - Feathercry, if he was remembering the name right - seemed... interesting. He sensed too many emotions, or maybe some of those were coming from him. Anger, betrayal, sadness... the last one was probably combing from him. Maybe even the first two. After all, he still felt the sting of betrayal from the last war. Windystar hadn’t come around and forgiven Goldeneye yet, much less Fallenstar. Oh, his blood boiled at the very thought of his name. Of the tom who took his only life in order to get him out of the way. No, Windystar had to focus. Focus on here, on now.

He had a habit for getting lost in his thoughts, he was a rather easily distracted cat himself. Not that that helped him any. He loved talking, but had fallen into some sort of routine as leader. Honestly, as deputy, he could talk to whoever he wanted whenever and a friendly chat would just be normal. As a leader, he felt that that was over. He had to word everything do carefully, it almost ate at him. Like right now, he wanted to have a normal, INFORMAL conversation but no. He had to talk less and smile more. So he simply nodded when Feathercry dragged him out of his thoughts once more. Instead of concentrating on his thoughts, he nodded again at the female and stalked forward, pinpointing what seemed to be a mouse. Hmm, not too bad. It had its back toward the leader as he crept up on it, and he had almost made it. But the clumsy cat tripped on a root - a tree root, of all things! - and landed with a thud directly behind the mouse. It gave a squeak, and Windystar moved his paw in a vain attempt to trap it. And he did - for a split second. Before it bit his paw and scrambled into a small hole nearby. “Yowch,” he murmured before standing up, expecting Feathercry to at least chuckle at him. Which was fine, he was laughing himself.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Cave

The burly tom pushed out the entrance of Shadowclan camp and headed away from some of the busier areas of the territory (like the training clearing and areas fussed over like the borders against the other clans). He chose an odd path, he never hesitated to crawl under bushes or leap over fallen trees, His path was a path one wouldn't call the easy one. He remained quiet, only his pawsteps could be heard.

She kept up with the difficult path that the tom chose, and did not complain she knew he seemed to have a place in mind to hunt, and she wouldn’t object.

[gemini]

Originally Posted by Sagittarius

The tan feline could feel the emotion in the air. A smile, no - it was gone. But this cat - Feathercry, if he was remembering the name right - seemed... interesting. He sensed too many emotions, or maybe some of those were coming from him. Anger, betrayal, sadness... the last one was probably combing from him. Maybe even the first two. After all, he still felt the sting of betrayal from the last war. Windystar hadn’t come around and forgiven Goldeneye yet, much less Fallenstar. Oh, his blood boiled at the very thought of his name. Of the tom who took his only life in order to get him out of the way. No, Windystar had to focus. Focus on here, on now.

He had a habit for getting lost in his thoughts, he was a rather easily distracted cat himself. Not that that helped him any. He loved talking, but had fallen into some sort of routine as leader. Honestly, as deputy, he could talk to whoever he wanted whenever and a friendly chat would just be normal. As a leader, he felt that that was over. He had to word everything do carefully, it almost ate at him. Like right now, he wanted to have a normal, INFORMAL conversation but no. He had to talk less and smile more. So he simply nodded when Feathercry dragged him out of his thoughts once more. Instead of concentrating on his thoughts, he nodded again at the female and stalked forward, pinpointing what seemed to be a mouse. Hmm, not too bad. It had its back toward the leader as he crept up on it, and he had almost made it. But the clumsy cat tripped on a root - a tree root, of all things! - and landed with a thud directly behind the mouse. It gave a squeak, and Windystar moved his paw in a vain attempt to trap it. And he did - for a split second. Before it bit his paw and scrambled into a small hole nearby. “Yowch,” he murmured before standing up, expecting Feathercry to at least chuckle at him. Which was fine, he was laughing himself.

as she watched her leader clumsily attack the mouse a small purr of amusement escaped her jaws, before her face returned to a calm look. Finally contempt, the sadness that tinged the air was clearly radiating from her she had memories that were the last thing she needed to remember at the time. The molly looked on at the tan tom her hazel eyes wide and though her face was straight, she had a happy glint shining in her otherwise dull eyes. If she was honest she was glad another cat was there, StarClan knows that if she was alone she easily could have ruined one thing for another. The spot had ment a lot to her, but it couldn’t anymore.

Brown hues flashed forward as she narrowed in on the other cat, thinking to herself again she had to wonder why she had decided to hunt with him. The molly was always afraid of hunting trips and it could have easily had something to do with the fact he was a leader. She wasn’t in the mood for a formal conversation. She just wanted to chat “so how’s leading going for you?” she meowed trying to break the silence she had always wondered but she was afraid to ask how it felt. Even if she was to find out, it’s bit like her parents would respect her anyways:

[Qwerty]

@Silverkitt

Smokesky followed the trail that Foxheart had left. he arrived just in time to see her snarl at a strange tom. "What is going on here?" he snarled, his eyes narrowing.