ShadowClan Territory

[Static]

Originally Posted by Phonic

@Cedar

Maplepaw already had six pieces of prey buried, shaking his thick pelt he continued to hunt. Wispclaw had run over to Snowpaw " Snowpaw!! Are you alright what happened"

(She left.let's just say we took her back to camp and she is in the medicine den...and we can't go in so let's RP in the camp)

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

@Nettleclaw
Squirrelleap paced under a tree, frowning. She was considering going out to look for Fleetear, but he tended to figure out where she was at moments like these, so she sat and drew circles in the ground with her paw. Blackblaze gave you good advice... Stay calm... Should I wait to tell him after they're born? What if he doesn't love them? He'd be right not the love me... She shook herself, trying to clear her head.

[seasalt]

Originally Posted by Mistyfoot⚜

Treestep nods at the young apprentice. "You did well, young one. You've worked hard. You must be hungry too. How about we go back to camp and you can grab some fresh kill?" Treestep mewed with praise. He felt as if he was going to easy, and added, "But you'll catch more next hunting session, because we'll practice, right?" He padded off to the camp, feeling tired after the night of hunting, and watching Blizzardpaw, even though he did nicely.

Blizzardpaw sighed in relief, good. He did good, that was enough, right? He hoped so, he hoped.
Blizzardpaw beamed at the praise, he did work hard catching the crow and squirrel, after all. "Of course we'll practice!" He mewed with determination. Swishing his tail over the hole he put his prey in, claws unsheathed, he dug them the prey he caught, grabbing them in his jaws, and bounded to follow his mentor, eyes shining with pride, and success. But, he soon slowed down a bit, lost in his thoughts. Blizzardpaw knew his kithood, and himself, was just in the past now, it would not haunt him anymore, he wasn't like he used to be.
[ Go to the Shadowclan Clearing? ]

[Nettleclaw]

Originally Posted by Pink Orca!

@Nettleclaw
Squirrelleap paced under a tree, frowning. She was considering going out to look for Fleetear, but he tended to figure out where she was at moments like these, so she sat and drew circles in the ground with her paw. Blackblaze gave you good advice... Stay calm... Should I wait to tell him after they're born? What if he doesn't love them? He'd be right not the love me... She shook herself, trying to clear her head.

Fleetear continues his hunt, already with two prey to bring back to camp. His hunting edge is coming back, thinking that all he needed was to share that resolve with Squirrelleap. Looking up through the trees, he dreams of the coming day when they hunt rabbits together.

A squirrel nest catches his eye, maybe some prey lie unaware inside. Licking his whiskers and sharpening his eyes, he aims to knock down the nest and pin his catch as he comes down on top of it. Just as he gets high enough to reach with his claws, the squirrel hops out onto the branch. With next to no time to react, he swings his claws, but the bark he's clawed into gives way. He misses and comes tumbling down the trunk.

On his back, he watches the lucky squirrel scurry to the farther branch and leap over to another tree. Since he has enough prey, and out of spite, he rolls back onto his paws and follows from below. The squirrel finally stops atop another tree, and when he looks down the trunk to climb, there she sat. He didn't expect to run into her like this again so soon, he stood stuck at the top of the hill with joy in his eyes. She may not be ready to settle yet, but he thinks it good to at least see eachother more.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by Nettleclaw

Fleetear continues his hunt, already with two prey to bring back to camp. His hunting edge is coming back, thinking that all he needed was to share that resolve with Squirrelleap. Looking up through the trees, he dreams of the coming day when they hunt rabbits together.

A squirrel nest catches his eye, maybe some prey lie unaware inside. Licking his whiskers and sharpening his eyes, he aims to knock down the nest and pin his catch as he comes down on top of it. Just as he gets high enough to reach with his claws, the squirrel hops out onto the branch. With next to no time to react, he swings his claws, but the bark he's clawed into gives way. He misses and comes tumbling down the trunk.

On his back, he watches the lucky squirrel scurry to the farther branch and leap over to another tree. Since he has enough prey, and out of spite, he rolls back onto his paws and follows from below. The squirrel finally stops atop another tree, and when he looks down the trunk to climb, there she sat. He didn't expect to run into her like this again so soon, he stood stuck at the top of the hill with joy in his eyes. She may not be ready to settle yet, but he thinks it good to at least see eachother more.

Squirrelleap rubbed her right eye with her paw and turned towards the scent of a squirrel, to see Fleetear watching her. She fought the distinct urge to touch her paw to the scar on her neck that sat right next to her throat from her encounter with Rainfur. The orange tabby let a half-hearted laugh escape her jaws and smiled slightly. "Okay, if youre done looking like the worlds happiest tree, then i suggest you get over here, because Happy Tree is freaking me out," she meowed, although it was clear she was almost as happy to see the tom as he was to see her.
"Is it just me, or is it freezing out here?" she asked as she noticed her eartips felt cold, blinking her steel-colored optics. The she-cat walked over to him. "So, how are you? Any news?" Her stomach was already fairly round, but Fleetear tended only to notice she was there when they had bren apart for a long time, and nor did she. Actually, the molly had to admit he was more likely to notice a missing paw on her rather than vice versa, snd now she was double checking he wasn't missing any limbs. I've got some new for you, though, she thought, stomach beginning to churn. But is it good or bad?

[Nettleclaw]

Originally Posted by Pink Orca!

Squirrelleap rubbed her right eye with her paw and turned towards the scent of a squirrel, to see Fleetear watching her. She fought the distinct urge to touch her paw to the scar on her neck that sat right next to her throat from her encounter with Rainfur. The orange tabby let a half-hearted laugh escape her jaws and smiled slightly. "Okay, if youre done looking like the worlds happiest tree, then i suggest you get over here, because Happy Tree is freaking me out," she meowed, although it was clear she was almost as happy to see the tom as he was to see her.
"Is it just me, or is it freezing out here?" she asked as she noticed her eartips felt cold, blinking her steel-colored optics. The she-cat walked over to him. "So, how are you? Any news?" Her stomach was already fairly round, but Fleetear tended only to notice she was there when they had bren apart for a long time, and nor did she. Actually, the molly had to admit he was more likely to notice a missing paw on her rather than vice versa, snd now she was double checking he wasn't missing any limbs. I've got some new for you, though, she thought, stomach beginning to churn. But is it good or bad?

Fleetear purrs and pads down to meet her. "Oh, the chill is real. My paws are starting to numb." he lifts his left paw and gives it a few licks. "I haven't been to camp much..." he pauses there, unsure of whether he should bring up his concerns here, "Ah, I'm just either busy hunting or don't feel like loafing around." He can't seem to take his eyes off of Squirrelleap's cute face, his tail waves gleefully, though he purposely breaks eye contact. He's still in a small desperation phase he figures he needs to grow out of.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by Nettleclaw

Fleetear purrs and pads down to meet her. "Oh, the chill is real. My paws are starting to numb." he lifts his left paw and gives it a few licks. "I haven't been to camp much..." he pauses there, unsure of whether he should bring up his concerns here, "Ah, I'm just either busy hunting or don't feel like loafing around." He can't seem to take his eyes off of Squirrelleap's cute face, his tail waves gleefully, though he purposely breaks eye contact. He's still in a small desperation phase he figures he needs to grow out of.

She took a deep breath and meowed quickly, "Fleetear, I'm expecting kits. Its about time I told you." She gritted her teeth. Dont let him figure it out... Her eyes closed for a moment, and she felt herself stiffen. He should know, he deserves to know... He'll hate me if he knows. But I guess i deserve that, I betrayed him. She shivered, no longer feeling the cold half as much but more than that guilt that weighed her so that she simply wanted to collapse on the ground. The ginger molly fought the urge to turn and run as she opened her eyes back on her mate. She realized how sick and worried she might look and immediately tried to smile, but instead looked more worried and sick, and now slightly deranged.

[Nettleclaw]

Originally Posted by Pink Orca!

She took a deep breath and meowed quickly, "Fleetear, I'm expecting kits. Its about time I told you." She gritted her teeth. Dont let him figure it out... Her eyes closed for a moment, and she felt herself stiffen. He should know, he deserves to know... He'll hate me if he knows. But I guess i deserve that, I betrayed him. She shivered, no longer feeling the cold half as much but more than that guilt that weighed her so that she simply wanted to collapse on the ground. The ginger molly fought the urge to turn and run as she opened her eyes back on her mate. She realized how sick and worried she might look and immediately tried to smile, but instead looked more worried and sick, and now slightly deranged.

Fleetear tilted his head, "What? Expecting kits? But, Squirrelleap, we haven't even..." He looks her over as he mews, and once he sees it, realizes her extended belly, he was at a loss for words. "O-Oh... I-I see..." He turns his eyes away, slouching his head and flattening his ears. Fear wells up in him, there's now way they're his, it's been a long time since they've been together like that. Does this mean, she's found someone else? I'm... not her mate anymore?

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by Nettleclaw

Fleetear tilted his head, "What? Expecting kits? But, Squirrelleap, we haven't even..." He looks her over as he mews, and once he sees it, realizes her extended belly, he was at a loss for words. "O-Oh... I-I see..." He turns his eyes away, slouching his head and flattening his ears. Fear wells up in him, there's now way they're his, it's been a long time since they've been together like that. Does this mean, she's found someone else? I'm... not her mate anymore?

"Fleetear.." She felt tears welling in her eyes and swallowed hard. "I dont mean to... Im so sorry... I still love you more than anyone else... I'm so sorry." The tabby felt as if she had shrunken, or been hurled into a very deep and dark lake with no place to swim to. She now genuinely felt sick, and was shaking. "You'd be right to hate me," she whispered, her ears completely flat against her head. Squirrel sank her claws into the ground to steady herself and closed her eyes. This hurt more than anything ever had before, to her, and it was something that she knew she couldn't fight or resist.

[lone]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

It was always hard to figure out what the tom was thinking, he was always so guarded, and did well at masking what he was thinking for the most part, most of the time other cats only caught glimpses of those thoughts, like now, his apprentice catching glimpses of his sadness, but it was so fleeting and vague that it could have been mistaken as disappointment, or perhaps it was disappointment. No one really bothered asking what was on his mind because they were scared that they'd get their ear clawed off because the black and white tom was known to be easily angered by other cats.
His yellow eyes glanced over at her as she stated that it was a long tom ago, soon after giving him a half smile, he almost seemed to try to mirror it, but it only came off as an awkward almost sort of smirk. He wasn't the best at smiling because there were few times in his life he was.. Well. Actually happy. After giving the half-smile-smirk he looked away again, the look dropping from his muzzle and being replaced by that stony mask that he usually wore, preventing most of his emotions from escaping. For a little bit, awkward silence ensued before Ibisprowl eventually spoke up, asking a fairly random question, just something to break the silence because he knew other cats didn't enjoy it as much as he did, so in a way, he was being considerate. And she answered and he replied with his own rather personal reply, quickly regretting it because he had no business saying that.
The question surprised him and he quickly glanced over, blinking and looked back ahead, falling silent for a long moment before sighing out. "No. He didn't. The relationship hadn't worked out, I don't know what happened to her, maybe she ran away, that's the only thing I can think of. Left Shadowclan, became a rogue. My father didn't bother telling me who my mother was. And he's always so caught up in his duties that I just don't even bother asking him about it."
A small look of frustration and anger slipped out onto his face as he thought about his stoic, hard-working father, the one who was only there to teach him the warrior code, good work ethic, to not play around, never really there to comfort him and hardly there at all. His father had a good heart, he was always putting the clan before himself, but to Ibisprowl, he only felt like he was being shut out, shoved to the edges of society where no one really cared for him and just expected him to serve the clan and be happy with it.
More silence ensued, the tone of the conversation almost seeming to grow tense since the mention of his father, and of his unknown mother, his jaw tightening and his face seeming to have hardened.
Why am I even telling her this? It's not like she needs to know this.. But.. It does feel good to tell another cat about this. Is that socially acceptable? Nothing I do really seems that way, but is it.. Now? He sighs inwardly, allowing his face to soften a bit as he let the thought go, looking back over at Sweetpaw as she asked the next question.
My mentor? His mind wandered back to just a few moons ago when he was still an apprentice, training with Jaguarclaw.
"Oh.. He was a nice cat, but the training was never really anything special. He trained me, we didn't talk much, after training he would go off and socialize and well. I would be me. I have no ill feelings towards him." His gaze drifted away before he suddenly stopped, holding his tail out in front of her, an embarrassed look on his face. They nearly padded right over the border into Thunderclan territory.

Clearing his throat, he looked to the northeast, nodding his head in the direction. "That's Riverclan [northeast] territory off that way, this is the point where all clan territories meet, off to the right you have Windclan [directly east], this is where their border ends with us and then straight ahead is Thunderclan [directly north] territory."
The black and white tom didn't need to even scent this area, it was always well marked and really, the smell of all of the clans mingling scents was almost overpowering, he didn't want to stay here very long. "It's hard to pick out Riverclan's scent here, but they smell well.. Fishy, they eat a lot of fish, they like to swim, I'm sure you already know this." He pause and make sure she was ready to move on before moving along the Thunderclan/Shadowclan border. "And Thunderclan, they smell of the forest, leaves and trees and squirrels and what not."
In a way, he was happy he could move off the topic of other cats, he never really had any good relationships with others, friendship-wise and he hasn't even tried to dabble in romantic relationships, he could hardly stand other cats as it was.

Sweetpaw was silent for a moment, thinking about what Ibisprowl had just told her. The scent of ShadowClan surrounded her, making her feel relaxed and at home once more as she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling less independent and more protected. Honestly, that was the way the she cat preferred it...for her it was harder to be free, she much preferred the daily routine of safety over the uncertainty of something like freedom. "I'm sorry...about your Mom. I bet wherever she is she's a great cat and she thinks about you a lot, even if she doesn't really know you. I think that's a Mother type of thing," Sweetpaw mewed. She was unsure whether she was saying the right thing at all. How could she be, when Ibisprowl looked so unhappy? But I don't think that's because of me. I think he's just...really frustrated. And disappointed. Because his Mom ran off before he ever got to know her and his Dad didn't tell him who she was. Sweetpaw thought with a sigh as the two of them continued onwards. She could feel her emotions mixing together, creating a strange pool of feelings that was so confusing she didn't even know where to sort them out. She cleared her head of everything but the beauty, safety, and security of ShadowClan territory. Sweetpaw had always loved her Clan, but she now loved it more then ever. Who would have guessed that ShadowClan Territory was so beautiful? Or that the scents were so pleasant? How can WindClan cats stand to live out in the open? She thought again with an unpleasant grimace. She hated almost everything about the open terrain. It didn't have a natural, easy appearance to it like ShadowClan territory did. It had this weird and exposed feel, almost as though it had been created rather then discovered by WindClan. Sweetpaw felt another slight shudder go down her spine as she kept pace with her mentor.


Her face was set in a determined expression...the she cat was obviously taking no chances. She didn't want to be left behind and she certainly didn't want to appear as though she couldn't take it. Not on my first day. I've got to push through. No matter how nice Ibisprowl looks, he could always turn...cats do that sometimes. Sweetpaw thought as she pushed omwards. Her limbs didn't really hurt; she just felt a little out of breath. Where was all the stamina she had used for playing games with Cedarpaw now? This is no different then exploring except now I know what I'm looking at, Sweetpaw thought cheerfully. She was beginning to run out of things to 'find the good' in. She wished more then ever now that Cedarpaw was here with her...he would know just what to say and make everything alright again, because that was just what he seemed to do better then anything else. As Ibisprowl spoke again, the she cat widened her eyes in surprise. This was no fake display: she was truly stunned at the way Ibisprowl had described his apprentice moons. Is that what this is going to be like? Oh, I hope not...I-I don't want it to be! Sweetpaw thought in a startled manner. A thought flashed through her mind but she pushed it aside, trying to find something- anything- that would help the tom to be more confident."Why didn't you 'socialize' with him? I mean, I'm not much good at it either, but-but you could meet lifelong friends that way! You should try it, it really isn't that bad." Sweetpaw spoke almost before she knew what she was saying, and then looked guilty when she looked up at him again, an almost sheepish smile appearing across her features. It was then that she had realized she had just spoken the thought aloud...without meaning to at all.


"Never mind. Wow, um...I sort of wish my mouth came with a filter sometimes, don't you?" The she cat asked with a nervous chuckle. She wasn't quite sure if Ibisprowl was seeing the funny side or not...it was always a little hard to read the tom's emotions, but now it seemed near to impossible. With his stony features, Sweetpaw wondered if any emotion ever got past. Although she had seen very slight flashes...just a couple times. It was surprising to her how someone who seemed so...emotionless could have so many emotions within them. And it was frightening as well; seeing how she had almost turned out. She was more glad then ever to have met Cedarpaw at this point.
I think he's just lonely. And sad. And maybe a little angry...to be honest, it's kinda hard to tell. I think all he needs is one good feud and he'll be much happier- ooh, I could do that! But I don't know whether he would want a friendship offer from me so soon. Maybe somebody will, oh at least I hope so...Sweetpaw thought before accidentally bumping into Ibisprowl and jumping sideways as though the tom had burned her. Of course he hadn't, but Sweetpaw didn't know much about him. A lot she knew about the feelings and views of Ibisprowl on physical contact and nervous young apprentices. So far he had been perfectly decent to her...but Sweetpaw felt you could never be too sure.
"Okay...got it." Sweetpaw mewed to confirm she had heard the tom's words once he stopped talking. A disgusted expression spread across the she cat's face as she caught a whiff of the different territories mixed together. There was no familiar pine needle like scent, or at least if there was, Sweetpaw couldn't pick it out. Feeling her throat constructing from the foul smelling stuff, Sweetpaw had a fairly friendly expression on her maw although it was contorted with the disgust at the scent of other Clans. "Smells really weird over here, doesn't it? Ever wish you were something beyond a mentor? Like a warrior?" She asked the black and white with a friendly expression on her maw as she did so. Perhaps now...now would come the answer.