After her spinning spree had proven fruitless, the black and cream kitten propped herself on the ground, panting slightly. Her eyes, however, sparkled with giddiness. "I can't- ca- n't catch my tail." Wrenkit said finally, voice disappointed. She perked up a moment later, however. "When I'm a big strong warrior I'm going to catch all the tails!!"
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"M-me.. neither.." Foxkit plopped herself on the ground, breathing heavily When I'm a big strong warrior I'm going to catch all the tails!!" Wrenkit stated. Foxkit's eyes widened "I don't know... catching tail's is a lot of work.." Foxkit replied with a glance at her own tail that was swishing back and forth
Just as death came, life went on in a quiet manner. A certain dull always fell over camp when a body was brought in, a dull that lasted until days later, especially if this someone was important to others. Sometimes, she pitied those who died but were never really dulled; only buried and forgotten. Would she be like that once day? The thought was oddly frightening. And yet, the feline couldn't help the feeling that she was already forgotten. A ghost among shadows. Though her life had always been like that, there were a few lights that lit up her night. The rare smile, the rare friend, the rare moment of peace. As she sat near the camp's entrance, idly looking out over the large, dark forest, her mind was never at peace. Always running, always working; though there was something calming about the swaying of the trees. Something nice. She cherished that.
His green gaze stopped on a familiar pelt. One that he had caught prey for in a previous hunt. What was her name again? Night- something? Guess he'd just have to go ask.
Hawkbite raised himself to his feet and started towards the she-cat. Had she put on weight? Taken better care of herself? It was a hard say from the distance he was at, but once he was in front of her, he was quick to give her a once over. "Evening," the tom spoke softly, dipping his head towards her.
Gray fur dappled with flecks of fresh, green moss glowed in the partial sun that managed to sneak through the thick forest canopy and broken clouds, surprisingly clean in the areas were moss had not firmly gripped. Verdant eyes kept focused on the warriors' den, a mixture of concern for his sick mentor and boredom washing through him. A part of him wanted to go into the den and visit the black furred enforcer, but he knew Fuzzy didn't like it when non-warriors went into the warrior sleeping area. And if Fuzzy was already sick, there was no way he was going to sour his mood even further by going against his instructions. Nope. He was a good apprentice. So he stayed put.
But. But! The thing was. Staying put? It was so dreadfully boring! He'd gotten next to no training done, Fuzzy's illness hitting up right when his apprenticeship had started. Gratefully, Auntie Larky had taken him out hunting but... he couldn't pester her to go out hunting all the time! She had her own apprentice, after all. Yep yep. It would be mean of him to steal Auntie Larky all day and not let Hollowpaw get any training in herself! Mousepaw was many a things, but he was not mean! By golly, no. Just bored, never mean.
Tail twitching, the stocky tom wondered if there was anything he could get around to doing around camp. He'd cleaned his nest recently, no need to waste materials on a new build for that... And Wrenny, Shader, and Darky weren't around, or at least... he hadn't seen them. Darky was probably training. He was an older apprentice, after all. He was probably doing all sorts of advanced training stuff. Oh! Oh oh oh! Maybe he could ask Darky to teach him some new things later! Darky probably knew all sorts of things he didn't. See, he could get super smart ideas sometimes too, mmhmmm.
Unfortunately, that did not solve his current dilemma. On how nothing was going on now. Unless... maybe he could bother some other warrior? Ask them if he could tag along? He'd be quiet as a mouse, yes yes. Anything to go out for at least a walk! His mind made up, Mousepaw's eyes glinted with renewed vigor, his gaze still upon the warriors' den entrance as he awaited the next cat to exit, fully intent on seeing if he could nab a lesson or three. Fuzzy would probably be super pleased once he was better and learned that Mousepaw had not just been sitting around waiting for him to get healthy, in any case. Then they could move on to the super duper advanced stuff the tom knew once he was up for training again!
The molly’s body was flopped on its side, sprawled amongst the sun’s heat. Her eyes were trained on a small cricket that stood on a blade of grass. As it leapt into the air, a giant paw came barreling towards the insect, smacking it against the ground. Rolling onto her stomach, Flickerbeetle’s eyes narrowed, flickering from grass blade to blade until she locked on the bug once more, her tail slowly swaying against the breeze. Her stomach pressed against the grass and her ears shot back, swatting at the crick, which resulted in it making a big leap away from her. With a grunt, she shot to her paws and hopped towards the cricket, stopped, and let it jump away before she hopped after it, a small distraction from the recent events.
It didn’t take long for her hopping to gradually lessen and began glancing over her shoulder, scanning for any clanmates who appeared to have free time on their paws, though she didn’t let her search get too in the way of her game.
Dogkit stalked out of the nursery. There was no emotion present on the kits features. Only the usual poker face he always had. Dogkit glanced around the clearing for something to do. Dogkit let out a small growl when he couldn't find anything that peeked his interest. So to the usual corner he claimed as his own he went and sat. Dogkit wouldn't admit it but he was hoping something or someone would come along and pull him out of his boredom.
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[Sorry for taking forever to reply, rl is slowing down for me so I can actually get back to some of the RPs I've been putting off.]
Blinking lazily at the small flame, Dawnstar seemed unsurprised to hear his response considering it seemed that everyone seemed to seek her these days. It was funny, how many seasons ago she had been nothing more than her mother's shadow. Her name was only known as being the daughter of a leader, now she had outgrown such a shadow and cast her own bigger and all-encompassing within her clan. She could only hope that the younger generation, the future generations of ShadowClan could follow in her footsteps. However, these days she often questioned whether most of the clan-born younglings had any right to claim what should be their birthright. So many disappointments, each one seemingly worst than the last.
Oh, but this one might be a little more... thoughtful than the others. It's been a long while since she's had an apprentice bright enough to request a mentor change without her taking it upon herself to remember who had vanished and who remained. Singepaw seemed to be trying to impress her to some extent, although it appeared that even he thought what was coming out of his mouth was a bit much if the way he fumbled around like an antsy kit was anything to go off of. A spark of amusement lit up her amber pools, as she observed the paw without saying anything at first.
She could particularly see the gears turning in his little head. A corner of her lips lifted resembling something of a smirk. She doesn't believe she's seen a cat this awkward in her presence since Nightshiver's return. It was funny. He talked a lot too, she wondered if that was a nervous thing he did. Still, even though it sounded like he was merely repeating himself. The scarred feline's facial expression didn't move much, but her golden orbs remain aglow with something akin to inquisitiveness. "You talk a lot," She snorts, tail swaying behind her in large sweeping waves.
"I'm aware of Dawnglare's disappearance and am going to reassign you either way, but I'm glad you asked it shows that you do care about your training. Since you asked, I'll make sure to give you to one of my more promising warriors." Lifting a giant paw and unsheathing the equally large claws, the leader took a moment to nip at an itch in her front paw before she continued. "I don't have plans to raid anyone at the moment but to participate in such a thing you'd need battle training. If you're so worried about it, I'd go and search for a cat to teach you some battle moves or something, you don't need your mentor to learn new things, they're just expected to take care of your training." Dawnstar explains. Mentors were important yet with their track record of ShadowClan mentors and warriors, she didn't really care who trained the paws so long as they got the education necessary to become loyal warriors.
"I never have much time, but I suppose I can indulge you for a bit. You want to learn how to fight, I can show you how I fight." Dawnstar was clearly uninterested in teaching him the usual way. The weather was nice and there were foxes lurking around and she wanted a fox pelt, plus cats can learn through visual stimulation as well. Singepaw's bright red pelt was really eye-catching, he should make good fox bait.
[ Absolutely no problem, I am not in any rush at all! Take your time and let me know if you need like a little pause. <33 Also, that last little paragraph is killing me, fox bait lol ]
The subtleness of Dawnstars reaction to his bumbling butchery of his request was enough to make his skin crawl. The way she just silently took in all this information that he was spewing out and didn't so much as nod along, offer a grunt, agree or anything. He was left scrambling to read her expression as best he could, gauge any kind of success in his words. Then, there it was. A subtle but noticed change in her expression, the corner of her lips curled into a soft smirk and a little twinkle of amusement in her eyes. She thought this was funny didn't she? He resisted any urge to jam his paw against the other one again, no doubt that was something she had already picked up on by now. Instead he chewed the inside of his cheek, less noticeable, but it was something to at least keep him focused. He wasn't going to lose this opportunity yet. Though he'd lost the coolness of a first introduction, he could recover. He could push for the confidence again, fake it til you make it.
There it was, finally she said something to break the awkward tension he was feeling. Even though it wasn't an ideal statement, he could feel his shoulders relaxing and the edge of anxiety slip away. There was always a chance to recover from that, she seemed to be in a good humour. Well, a good humour by her standards. He filled his lungs with a sharp breath and his eyes moved confidently back up to meet hers. "Well, I don't doubt you'd understand why." his head rocked back on his shoulders as he adjusted to look at her more directly. "It's not everyday someone like me has to ask someone like you for anything." maybe that was a little too confident. Yup. Way too confident. It was frustrating these fluctuating feelings.. Nervousness? Over confidence? Who was he right now? Certainly not the same Singepaw he knew. He gave his shoulders a shake and thought better of himself, hesitating to elaborate any further.
As Dawnstar seemed to move on, leaving her former comment behind he continued to maintain eye contact. That showed respect right? This whole back and fourth social thing was getting tiresome to do. Like an elaborate social dance, you say this, I say this, and because I said this it means you now say that. Why couldn't this be more straight forward? "I appreciate that. You don't happen to know where he went did you? Or if something happened?"Of course he was curious, and he'd already asked Crinklescar but received no answers from him either. As much as he didn't care much for Dawnglare anymore, he couldn't help but desire to know what ended up happening to him anyways. As she raised a paw to gently nibble away at an itch he was distracted from the former thought and drawn back into focus. He found himself naturally staring at the leaders paws, just how wide and large they were. Claws aside... how the heck did anybody ever get that big. He stole a quick glance down at his own paws, disproportionate to his relative size, considering he wasn't large enough to have grown into them yet. At least he hoped he'd be growing into them.
"I find that difficult Dawn-" he began before quickly correcting himself "star. Most warriors want nothing to do with me." which wasn't entirely true, he hadn't actually approached a lot of them yet. Except for Crinklescar of course... but he wasn't really a warrior. Though he did teach him the hunting crouch so he guessed that counted. "I heard rumours you were going to invade Thunderclan actually." he added, drifting from one point to the next. "I mean... after that whole battle fiasco on the border with Sparrowstar" in all honesty, he was slightly disappointed there was no "planned" raid activities. Serves him right for getting riled up by nonsense gossipers. Though, in the same breath he also assumed Dawnstar would have taken those steps? You know, prove a point? Maybe not. Or maybe she just wasn't making it public yet? That ought to be the reason.
As the conversation seemed to pick up slighty, the former blunder seemed to merge into a more adventurous spirit. Seeing that Dawn wasn't just going to bite his head off. (He totally did not think that was going to happen.. heh..) The way she fights? A shiver ran down his spine and the tingle of excitement seemed to spark back up. "The way you fight, Really?" the juvenile excitement seemed to poke through in his voice but he managed to subduct it down once more.
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