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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 22:21:26 GMT -5
I need attention, feed my addiction. I want the action, satisfaction...
She was nearly a warrior and tonight would be her first gathering, but Darkpaw was torn. On the one paw, she really couldn't care less about mingling with the other Clans. What were any of them compared to NightClan? She had no desire to make friends from the lesser Clans, they really did not deserve a moment of her attention. But, on the other paw, it would be a decent chance to get some measure of NightClan's enemies. That was the thought she clung to when she was told she was going to the Gathering, for without it this was just a giant waste of time.
She was disappointed Blackwolf wasn't going, and Thornpaw was staying behind as well, but at least Cobrapaw had been invited, and as medicine cat apprentice, Shadowpaw was going as well. It felt strange to be leaving without Thornpaw, like she was leaving behind a part of herself, but as Pinestar led the way out of camp, she pushed past it. She knew the three of them could not be together for everything, though they would be if she had her way.
NightClan was the first to arrive and Darkpaw actually left her sister's side to stalk around the clearing, trying to decide where the best vantage point would be for observing not only the leaders on the great rock, but also all the cats from the other Clans, as well as pinpoint the scent of the next Clan to arrive. All her senses were alert, as though prepared for a battle, seeking out any hint of a sign of her enemies, her orange gaze burning brightly against the darkness of night.
A scent arrived on the breeze, familiar. TreeClan. Her claws instinctively unsheathed, digging briefly into the earth beneath her paws, until she forced them back. Tonight was a night of peace. Her tail lashed once, annoyed. Not once in her short life had she yet faced a real battle. She longed for it. Sparring with Blackwolf and Cobrapaw and Thornpaw, and previously her father, were all well and good, but she just knew it was no substitute for the real thing. Her life was never on the line in a battle with her Clanmates.
Lionstar led his Clan into the clearing, made his way for the great rock, and Darkpaw kept to the shadows at the edge of StarClan's Claws, watching, pelt bristling slightly at being in such close proximity to so many enemies and being unable to unsheathe her claws. She hoped Pinestar never invited her to a Gathering again, this was torturous. As the other Clans arrived, she found the place she wished to observe the proceedings and settled onto her haunches, her muscles tense, still anticipating a battle at any moment, though logically she knew that it would be highly unlikely. Every cat was too afraid of displeasing StarClan. Well. StarClan had displeased her and she didn't give a rat's tail if she pissed them off or not.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 29, 2017 16:21:08 GMT -5
The dark-coated apprentice was feeling similar waves of unease to those experienced by her sister as she set paw into StarClan's Claws. Her tail lashed behind her, fierce gaze narrowing at the large stone spires rising up from the ground. Dumb glorified perches masquerading as some sort of special place connected to supposed ancestors. She thought to herself bitterly, her sharp yellow eyes snapping away. Still struggling mentally with the death of her father during the greencough outbreak (although she would never admit to struggling), Cobrapaw found it difficult to believe in some unseen celestial grouping of cats watching over them from up above.
By the time her gaze returned to her surroundings, Darkpaw had ventured off to explore. Snorting silently, Cobrapaw began her own exploration of the area, her pawsteps likely a little heavier than necessary as she stalked the perimeter. Can't imagine why all the apprentices are so excited to attend these. She sneered to herself. There's nothing of interest here, and you have to deal with those wretched other Clans. As if on cue, Lionstar's golden frame emerged from the outskirts of the clearing, leading a throng of TreeClanners in his wake. The tree-loving furballs spread out as their leader shifted course to join Pinestar, filling some of the space in the otherwise empty clearing.
Taking TreeClan's arrival as her cue, Cobrapaw searched out her sister's location. If she was going to suffer through this stupid event, then she was going to do it beside her sister. Jaw tightening upon remembering Thornpaw hadn't been invited, the ruddy-brown she-cat's fierce eyes zeroed in on her target. Darkpaw had found herself a spot on the outskirts of the clearing, a perfect spot to observe the fleabags known as other Clan cats, if you asked her. Loping with ease to close the remaining distance between them, Foxfern's apprentice flicked an ear in greeting to her sister.
Casting one last unimpressed stare across the forming Gathering, Cobrapaw lowered herself to a sit at her sister's side.
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Post by Fawn on Aug 30, 2017 9:12:05 GMT -5
curiosity is not a sin... ...but we should exercise caution with our curiosity Shadowpaw Darkpaw and Cobrapaw had made it clear from their body language alone that they were not having a good time. Some of Shadowpaw's excitement for the gathering fizzled out, realizing that while he had always known how different he was from his sisters, the image in his head of a pleasant, fun outing with his family had been nothing more than an illusion. They'd both rather be in the pine needle clearing, giving Blackwolf a hard time.
Ever the peacekeeper, Shadowpaw separated himself from Smokefur, excusing himself politely from the conversation to approach his kin. The lithe, umbral tom managed to squeeze in between Darkpaw and Cobrapaw, letting his fur mingle with their multicolored coats. The topic for conversation made itself known in Firestar's arrival; Shadowpaw's ears pricked, the bitter taste of ash and soot on his tongue when LightningClan entered.
Accustomed to seeing cats injured, he studied Firestar as she walked, noticing with a low prickle of suspicion that she was moving a tad stiffly. Is that from the fire or something else? The answer followed shortly after, with the proud figurehead of StoneClan leading his Clan into StarClan's Claws. With eyes as round as a full moon, Shadowpaw's whiskers twitched in astonishment. That was one hefty scar on the tom's chest. He noticed the unnatural part in Hawkstar's fur, and immediately remarked on it to his sisters.
"Look at Hawkstar and Firestar. A fire wouldn't cause that kind of chest wound... I think there's been a battle." Golden eyes focused on his littermates in his peripheral vision, suspecting this might interest them. "Who do you think won?" They would likely talk strategy and probability between themselves, which was fine with Shadowpaw.
His own thoughts would be allowed to wander. Shadowpaw soon found Kindleflare within the crowd of LightningClanners, and his paws nearly carried him to her side, questions clustering around his head like moths to a flame. medicine cat apprentice of nightclan BlooRey DVD , @zen , Phoenix | jk rowling | background image | table by phoenix
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 11:46:58 GMT -5
I need attention, feed my addiction. I want the action, satisfaction...
Cobrapaw soon joined her at her vantage point and Darkpaw's ears flicked in acknowledgment of her presence as she surveyed the TreeClan cats mingling with her own Clan. Some cats even seemed friendly with each other, which just made her lip curl. Their brother joined them a few moments later, squeezing between them, and Darkpaw shifted to give him a bit more room. The three siblings were quiet for a time, watching LightningClan arrive, preceded by the acrid scent of fire that still clung to their pelts, nearly masking their true scent.
Briefly, Darkpaw wondered how much of their territory had been destroyed. From the RainClan border, where the trees thinned considerably in their territory, she had been able to clearly see the smoke rising from across the valley. It had seemed to Darkpaw that the smoke must cover LightningClan's entire territory from how much of it there was. And if LightningClan's territory had been badly damaged, they would likely begin looking for territory elsewhere. But which way would they go?
If they pressed StoneClan, it was of little concern to her and the rest of NightClan. But if they pressed TreeClan... TreeClan might press NightClan. It was a logical conclusion. And besides, TreeClan might have been affected by the fire as well, for all she knew. Their squirrel chasing neighbors might already have plans to push into NightClan territory, considering the fact that they couldn't really go the other way, with LightningClan dealing with so much destruction. She flexed her claws eagerly, her ears pricked with excitement at the thought. She wouldn't let one mangy squirrel chaser over their borders, not without giving them a few good scars to remember her by, at least.
When StoneClan arrived, Shadowpaw spoke at last, breaking the long silence, and Darkpaw turned her attention to her brother, then to the leaders he had mentioned. She hadn't really noticed anything wrong with Firestar, after all it was the first time she'd ever seen the LightningClan leader, she didn't know if anything was different about her gait or the way she normally carried herself. She also didn't have Shadowpaw's healer's eye. But she certainly noticed Hawkstar's new scar.
She turned her ember gaze to Cobrapaw, “It must have been some battle. Hawkstar is a big cat... I wonder which warrior gave him that scar?” She looked at Shadowpaw then, “Do you think he lost a life? A wound like that....” She turned back to study the big StoneClan tom. It was her first time seeing him as well. He looked like he'd be a formidable opponent. Ears flicking back in frustration, she hissed softly, “Why do the other Clans seem to have all the fun?” Her tail flicked behind her in frustration. She wanted her own taste of battle. She wanted to make Hollowcry, and Blackwolf, proud when she chased some mangy trespasser off their territory, made them think twice about ever coming back.
She thought about Shadowpaw's question. Who won? “I think who won depends on when it happened. If it was after the fire, LightningClan was probably trying to take territory, and they were probably desperate. Even if they were weakened by the fire, they had a lot to gain and a lot to lose... so I think they would have won. Before the fire?” She glanced at Cobrapaw, “StoneClan. They've been chased out by LightningClan once. I don't think they'll let it happen again.” She was confident in her assessment, putting herself in each Clan's situations and going off of what she would do, how she would feel, if either tragedy had occurred in NightClan.
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 4, 2017 20:00:01 GMT -5
OWLPAW you'll see him in your nightmares you'll see him in your dreams When he had been a younger, more naïve feline, Owlpaw had anticipated his first Gathering with an eagerness not unlike that with which he had awaited his apprentice ceremony. By that time, he had lost most of his interest in all but a few particularly intriguing clan mates – they all fawned over Lionstar, and while he could certainly play along, it did grow old – so he had thought that perhaps the variety of four new clans full of strangers would hold his attention for the entirety of that night. And it had, until he realized that the other clans were not so different from his own after all. The apprentices, in particular, were all as wide-eyed and awestruck as he pretended to be, and none of the warriors were interested in conversing with a young, gray tom who had never seen that many cats in his life.
During his second Gathering, he had acted decidedly less overwhelmed, and now, as an experienced apprentice of twelve moons, the TreeClan cat elected to drop the pretense entirely. After all, it was not unusual to see an apprentice his age coolly navigate the various social circles, so he drifted like a leaf on the wind, mingling over here and chatting over there with ease. But sometimes the charming smile that he flashed at the young she-cats did not quite reach his bright gold eyes, which, when not focused on his conversation partner, flitted around the area and betrayed his distraction and disinterest. With one ear, he was listening to the babbling of a LightningClan cat – sympathetic and soothing: yes, the fire was horrible; I hope no one was injured – when a curiosity caught his attention. Like a rock at the edge of a stream, the small group of NightClan cats sat on the fringes of the clearing, and their apparent determination to not mingle had Owlpaw politely excusing himself and directing his paw steps toward their little assembly.
The way they sat, with their fur brushing and the two she-cats like sentinels on either side of the Medicine Cat Apprentice (Shadowpaw, the name coming to him like a half-remembered dream), suggested their familiarity and fondness for each other, and that combined with the similar piercing quality of their yellow gazes had him wondering if they were perhaps related. The indistinct sound of their words drifted through the warm green-leaf air, growing clearer as he approached. Instinct told him that they would not appreciate him materializing out of the shadows before them without warning, so Owlpaw cleared his throat to announce his presence. Gold eyes met yellow, and with a polite smile touching the corners of his lips, he asked, ”Mind if I join you?” As if he was not a lone TreeClan cat facing a trio of NightClan felines, he continued on to introduce himself: ”I’m Owlpaw. I’m sorry--” A sheepish grin ”—I know I’ve seen you around before, but I can’t remember your names.”
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