ShadowClan Territory

[poppy]

- @Fletcher

Brackenpaw nodded. If push came to shove, she wouldn't hesitate to fight the badger. I'll help. She said, following his gesture, and started forward, slow enough for him to take the lead if he wanted, but fast enough she didn't look like a slug. I can distract the badger, you can grab the herbs. Pissing off a badger was a thrilling way to jump-start her day, it wasn't like she hadn't done it before.

[vampy]

Originally Posted by Little Timmy

idk if this is where i stopped replying but deal with it > also i am on pc so there will be some spelling errors.

Coalstirke was not intimidated one bit by the "i'm gonna get a patrol" and the unsheathed claws, if this cat was so "mighty" why couldn't she deal with him by herself? And who cars if Finchwhisker was a follower of Dawnstar? ShadowClan would still be better in many ways, but with all that ShadowClan would still be the worst clan in the forest.
The gray tom looked the ShadowClan she-cat straight in the eyes and stood up somewhat towering over her.
"i do not give a rats tail about whether or not you, or Finchwhisker is a Dawnstar follower. And how do I know your not lying?'' he asked, a steady blink following.
he sat back and groomed his paw, as standing for the she cat was getting "tireing.''
"Ohh. And ThunderClan knows this becuase a few little birdies think its a good idea to share there clans weaknesses, or secrets to there good, trustworthy, friends at gatherings." he mewed in a rather sarcastic voice.

(can we pretend Coal’s on her territory or something since she’s now a loner? Also sorry my replies so short-)

”I’m willing to spill out ShadowClan’s weaknesses and secrets. My clan turned on me. I’d die to take down that flea-pelt cats call a leader.” She hissed. ”And for those ”little birdies” you speak of? You seem to have exactly the amount of idiot in you to be one of them. Think before you speak, toadbrain.”

Duskfern lashed her stubby tail, or at least that’s what it looked like she did. What was up with this tom? Was it so hard to merely leave a cat alone? Her lips curled backwards, revealing bared teeth.

“I suggest you leave before Idiotstar finds you acting like an apprentice.” She growled, carrying back the insult she had used before.

[liz]

[ honeyfrost - shadowclan queen ]

> @x ghostie wolfwhisper [ so sorry about the lateness! ;w; ]

The queen, upon listening to her clanmate’s final addition, felt her entire body relax from the anxious tenseness that she hadn’t even been aware she was carrying. Despite the tom’s safety not previously being an explicit worry of the molly’s, at least not verbatim, hearing that Wolfwhisper wasn’t actively in danger was nothing but relieving; perhaps, even if the cinnamon cat hadn’t immediately registered suicidal ideation as an obvious option, the prospect had been eating at her subconsciously? Either way, that debate was semantic; despite the comfort that stemmed from confirming the issue was less immediate, whatever the warrior had gnawing at him wasn’t over, whether or not he felt rash enough to do something like that wasn’t about to affect how much the molly was invested. Honeyfrost, as per usual, didn’t care to waste any time debating the minute details of her phrasing, letting an immediate response fall from her mouth as the tom himself fell silent. “You’re only proving me right. I can see you didn’t deserve whatever happened to you, but being good doesn't protect you from the unfairness in the world.” The she-cat, harsh tone sprouting with her judgement at the story being laid out before her, did end up taking a moment to rethink upon realizing how brutally her voice cut through the air. Tail swishing, the cat looked as if she was suppressing indignance while biting back the less organized thoughts that were fighting to make their way out.
In spite of the molly’s kittypet background, StarClan had called to her upon being introduced to the clan that became her home; she was a genuine believer in the ancestors. However, despite not being by any means a cynic, Honeyfrost was unabashedly critical of the choices made by the dead. To her- the cat narrowing her eyes as she searched for the right words to give to Wolfwhisper- StarClan was not infallible by any stretch of the word; that much was clear at this point, as it seemed that the cats dwelling in Silverpelt were either raining hell upon a young, undeserving cat- or simply had no involvement whatsoever. Bystanders, or cruel twisters of fate- and the cat preferred to assume the first. Life was unfair in and of itself, and surely Wolfwhisper couldn’t be having his mind torn to shreds by those supposed to guide him, right? Despite being assured no one group was to blame, the simple fact that something so awful could have happened for any reason- let alone to someone like the emotionally battered cat before her- made Honeyfrost feel hot anger in her chest that took great effort to restrain. For the queen to let it out in ways that would insinuate that her displeasure, on any level, was directed at the young warrior would be horrendous; at least she had the sense to watch her words a little more now.
“What I mean by that- just… you don’t know what you could possibly have done. I wouldn’t believe for one second that you’re a cat evil enough to be punished by StarClan, not unless they came down and told you exactly that.” Her amber eyes softened, letting the vitriol seep out through her paws and honing in on the important component; her clanmate, who needed to hear some kindness. “No one cat down here is a foolproof judge of character, and if the cats up there are truly responsible for everything that has happened, I wouldn’t be left with an ounce of respect for them. If you think that your existence is the cause of whatever happened to you, and… well, to you. That’s not my business- but if that’s the issue, then that’s not your fault. If StarClan is involved at all, they’re responsible, and they’re fox-hearts for roping you into it.” The feline had sat down, trying to prevent herself from enunciating or getting increasingly heated by controlling her poise. “None of this is my business, you’re right, and if I’m overstepping do say, but I’m choosing to pop myself in right here and talk at you. I sure hope this is simply nasty, nasty luck out of anyone’s paws, but if it takes yowling at the sky to properly place blame then I have no need to think twice about doing so.”

[Little Timmy]

Originally Posted by Minty

(can we pretend Coal’s on her territory or something since she’s now a loner? Also sorry my replies so short-)

”I’m willing to spill out ShadowClan’s weaknesses and secrets. My clan turned on me. I’d die to take down that flea-pelt cats call a leader.” She hissed. ”And for those ”little birdies” you speak of? You seem to have exactly the amount of idiot in you to be one of them. Think before you speak, toadbrain.”

Duskfern lashed her stubby tail, or at least that’s what it looked like she did. What was up with this tom? Was it so hard to merely leave a cat alone? Her lips curled backwards, revealing bared teeth.

“I suggest you leave before Idiotstar finds you acting like an apprentice.” She growled, carrying back the insult she had used before.

(Alright- still keeping it in shadowclan territory or moving it?)

”I am thinking before I’m speaking.” he said calmly. Clearly not as calm as this angry kitty. ”Toadbrain.” the Tom mewed mocking her.

“If your willing to spill your clans secrets I’m all ears. If not then I’d guess I’ll just leave.” He got up and padded back to the side of thunderclan territory nearest by. Bringing the squirrel with him. He didn’t seem to care about the crazy rouge’s 20 insults sent his way every time he moved a muscle.
”Calm down with those insults, you are literally calling me a toadbrain every time I say something.”
Honestly though, this cat was in shadowclan, got turned on, by who? Just Dawnstar and her puny followers? Stupid rouge thinks it’s such a big deal to live freely.
“Have you forgotten the names of the leaders already? Has poor poor kitty forgotten how to be respectful?...” he said with a smirk.
“You should know to call Eveningstar by his name before you tell me to get off your territory.”

[Fletcher]

@-Skyfall-

Bouncepaw nodded his head starkly a few times in quick succession, he trotted up, quickly overtaking Brackenpaw. The tom wasn't bulky for anything, but he had a clear advantage in speed. He lifted his head every few steps, occasionally swiveling in the direction he assumed the badger was in. It took a little bit, as the herbs he was aiming for were actually quite shallow in the territory.

The two of them ended up, about a half hour later, in a small field of damp plants- in the middle, a large hole in the ground, surrounded by rocks. He winced and cocked his head backwards, signaling to Brackenpaw.

"A-ah, s-she's here alright..."

[poppy]

- @Fletcher

Brackenpaw quickened her pace to catch up with him, and to stay in pace with Bouncepaw. When he would stop, she stopped too, just to help keep an eye out. Occasionally, the brown tabby apprentice would look behind her to see if they were being followed. The scent of badger was hard to miss, and she could smell the disgusting animal quickly. Following Bouncepaw's gesture, she spotted the den, narrowing her eyes. Instinctively, she dropped into a crouch, creeping forward to be in front of him. Not exactly knowing which plant was a herb and which was a weed, she looked back to her companion. "You gather herbs, I'll keep watch." She said softly, turning back to face the den. If push came to shove, she would attack the badger and distract it so Bouncepaw could get the herbs, but she preferred it to not come to that, she quite enjoyed having her fur intact, and wasn't crazy about changing that.

[Fletcher]

( @-Skyfall- so I kind of wanted Bouncepaw to get injured- but manage to like throw the thing off? I'm not quite sure how to write that if you've got any idea )

Bouncepaw nodded silently, pressing his body down and stalking along the area. His selection process was...weird, he sniffed a plant, grabbed it in his jaws, and moved to the next. Some he passed over, some he took only the flowers- to Brackenpaw, they all probably looked the same, just plants...

He eventually ended up behind the den, his movements became slower, and his eyes were visibly wide- a snarl sounded from the hole in the ground.

[poppy]

- @Fletcher
[idk, maybe Bracken could distract it from behind after it wounds Bounce, then as it turns on her Bounce is a able to get onto its back and claws it's eyes or smth? How bad will he be hurt?]

Brackenpaw stood up as the long, ugly snout appeared from the darkness. Bouncepaw! She hissed, not sure if he could hear her. As she spotted his face, he had obviously heard the badger already. Briefly wondering what she was supposed to do, fight or hide, she decided to see if it would go back into the den. And, of course, it didn't. The beast proceeded to exit the den, and to her horror, was only a few fox-lengths from Bouncepaw. Great. She muttered. Just what she needed today. Freaking badger. Using the shadows, the very few shadows there were, she skimmed the small clearing, coming up off to the side, almost directly between Bouncepaw and the badger. Obviously, he could hold his own, but he hadn't trained to fight as much as she had.

The badger was still facing away, and as much as she wished it, it would turn around any moment now.

[wolfie]

@liz it's fine !! sorry if this is a lil wonky, just wanted to get it out before i forget !! i'll fix it up later if i can //
The warrior suspected for Honeyfrost to leave at this point. Almost daring her to actually. To prove the poor Wolf he was correct. She did not. Instead she gave him a more harsher statement than he wanted. "Oh, that -- well that sucks.. " Wolfwhisper laughed bitterly, his face crinkling up as if he was going to cry again. Did that just mean he was doomed no matter what he did? (That was worse, wasn't it?) "Ow, oh jeez -- uh, " He turned away his face.

Wolfwhisper believed so whole-heartedly that everything happened for a reason. There was no consequences in life or a bad draw. He supposed Honeyfrost must have realized his distraught or her harsh tone because she was going in depth. It was beginning to go in one ear and out another. Then he lift his gaze and his heart softened. Wolfwhisper gave a weak nod. Words were on the tip of his tongue but there was a certain tire wearing into his bones. Maybe he was tired enough to let the words sink in and soothe the voice crumbling inside of his head. "I, I guess.. so? Man, it's .. pretty rude of me to assume their attentions.. huh.." Wolfwhisper offered up in response, (was this overthinking?)

Home was beginning to sound more pleasing. He missed his nest.
His shoulders slumped from tension as he properly sat down in front of Honeyfrost. "I.. gosh, I hope they aren't.. responsible for everything.. then maybe.. I would have some - some spite, " He meowed bitterly as he recalled the dead body laying on the ground. The fact they may have just allowed this to happen for - for what? Wolfwhisper's claws sank into the ground and unrooted the dirt.

He heaved a deep breath and another. His tail curling closer towards himself to serve as a protective shield against Honeyfrost and her determination. "You're not .. overstepping.. at least if you are, I don't - oh, I don't really mind it.. Can I just ask uh, a small favor? Please whatever you do .. don't.. don't tell anyone about this.." (We would be ruined. Aren't we already ruined?) Wolfwhisper met her gaze. "You are a ... very good cat, Honeyfrost.. I may have some.. differing opinions about.. myself but I - appreciate this talk.. again just, th, hank you, " He lift his paw to wipe away any oncoming tears. For once he found comfort in the gaze of a practical stranger. One he never realized could exist. It did not seem judging. (A small escapism in itself.)

And then another deep breath for him to compose himself. Gathering up his crooks and bumps to give a firm nod. "I'm going to be okay, " Maybe it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself, "I think .. I'm just, just gonna spend some.. time with my family.. and figure out how to ah, i, improve?" Wolfwhisper smiled softly at the idea he formed. He did miss his family. "Again so.. seriously so sorry about.. ruining your er, walk.. "

[vampy]

Originally Posted by Little Timmy

(Alright- still keeping it in shadowclan territory or moving it?)

”I am thinking before I’m speaking.” he said calmly. Clearly not as calm as this angry kitty. ”Toadbrain.” the Tom mewed mocking her.

“If your willing to spill your clans secrets I’m all ears. If not then I’d guess I’ll just leave.” He got up and padded back to the side of thunderclan territory nearest by. Bringing the squirrel with him. He didn’t seem to care about the crazy rouge’s 20 insults sent his way every time he moved a muscle.
”Calm down with those insults, you are literally calling me a toadbrain every time I say something.”
Honestly though, this cat was in shadowclan, got turned on, by who? Just Dawnstar and her puny followers? Stupid rouge thinks it’s such a big deal to live freely.
“Have you forgotten the names of the leaders already? Has poor poor kitty forgotten how to be respectful?...” he said with a smirk.
“You should know to call Eveningstar by his name before you tell me to get off your territory.”

(she’s a loner not a rogue you little- and also it’s spelled rogue not rouge >: ( )

”I don’t respect cats who don’t deserve it,” She retorted. “And I most certainly don’t respect you. So what reason do I have to listen to you?”
Her tail seemed to twirl and twine in the wind as she spoke each word. Fidgeting with something was one way to calm herself down, so she used that method.
“What I’m asking is why you’re acting like a kit. If you could just leave, this would be fine.” Duskfern mewed after taking a small break to sigh.

The chimera’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Don’t believe that you’re so entitled as to get your way. I’ve already learned that life doesn’t treat you that way, so be less expectant for everyone to serve you kindly.”

Duskfern was expectant of him to simply accept he made a mistake instead of turning his nose up pridefully. What he was doing at the moment was making himself look like a self-absorbed brat. Perhaps she would think better of him if he just owned up to it. Of course, they wouldn’t be on perfect terms. After all, the sentence began with perhaps.