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aurum

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this will be the day we've waited for [ShadowClan meeting] May 22, 2016 22:19:46 GMT

Post by aurum on May 22, 2016 22:19:46 GMT

OHANA MEANS NOBODY GETS { LEFT BEHIND } OR { FORGOTTEN }

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the extremely petite female beamed in satisfaction as egretpaw, full of vexation after getting reprimanded, had trodden after her. orchidtuft, though partially absentminded whilst settling herself comfortably, still noticed firewhisker’s startled jump from the corner of her eye. the fur along the bright-colored cat's slim form bristled with anxiety, and orchidtuft found it hard not to notice the fearful scent coming off of him. even so, he responded to her polite question with a shaky, ~~“I-I…oh, you know. I’m good.”~~ the patched she-cat offered him a cheery smile and a reassuring bob of her head. she could understand why the growing crowd rattled him; she felt the same way, though it was more of an irritated jittery feeling than a frightful one. “yeah, same here. i never know when someone might step on me in crowds like this,” she giggled with an offhanded shrug. she cast a passing glance at her pale apprentice but chose not to say anything about his attitude.

amber eyes took note of the lumbering shadowy figure approaching, and an elfish smile crossed her face. she ducked and swung her head, feigning obliviousness through rookjaw and firewhisker's exchange. she busied herself humming and looking toward rosestar standing over them. ~~“hey beautiful, need a boost?”~~ her whiskers twitched and shoulders squared. now eye-level with him, orchidtuft stared with coy amusement and perhaps a little bit of a challenge. ~~“Don’t claw his whiskers off okay?”~~ orchidtuft purred and bumped her nose against firewhisker's leg, rolling her eyes and checking out the broad-shouldered warrior rather obviously, “who would ever do that? i mean, look at his pretty face!” with a last bell-like laugh, the grey-and-white female jumped onto rookjaw’s back with the full intention of attending the rest of the meeting atop the tall cat. she could see better up there! she placed her paws carefully on his back, tail straight as she kept her balance steady. the feeling of being around firewhisker and rookjaw brought a giddy feeling in her belly; she liked that.

though, apparently, rosestar was in the mood to smother any positive emotion from all cats who were witnessing the words that were coming out of her mouth. the mention of dead cats didn’t really deter orchidtuft - it was the natural order of life - but what made her feel like she wanted to vomit was the deceased’s condition. eaten. orchidtuft made a queasy face, and her claws dug into rookjaw’s dark pelt maybe a little too tightly to ensure much comfort. a small strangled noise of terror pierced orchidtuft’s heart, and she worriedly looked at firewhisker. the tom hugged the ground, muscles strung tight and eyes wide and frame leaning against rookjaw’s taller form. orchidtuft, saddled on top of him, ducked down low. “hey,” she prompted softly - or, well, as softly as one could in the midst of a murmuring throng of cats - “breathe, okay? we’re right here. those crowfood-eating mangy rats aren’t gonna get close to any of us if i can help it.” absently, orchidtuft cursed herself for not bringing over her flowers. the scent of them would have helped calm the ginger warrior down.

as soon as anxious talks of the cannibal rogues had died down, orchidtuft blinked at nightpaw’s sudden ceremony. ceremonies were happy occasions, an event filled with pride and excitement. sure, there was still that in this, but orchidtuft’s fur prickled with unease, and she was certain she wasn’t the only one experiencing it. nonetheless, she cried, “nightflower! nightflower!” egretpaw snapped at firewhisker to her left, and orchidtuft called to her apprentice from her place. “egretpaw! that’s rude, y’know. are you wanting to go get ticks off of the elders today?” her tone was sharp and firm - a typical thing to find in mentors reprimanding their students - but she fretted over egretpaw’s proclamation to fight. if anything, the munchkin cat was sure she was going to tie the scrawny apprentice to a tree to prevent him from getting hurt.

“W-would… um, maybe we should make a party? I mean hunting party—y-you know. For hunting, or other things. Since Rosestar doesn’t want us out alone. We could stick together, i-if we have s-sort of designated partners to keep an eye on one another…” orchidtuft smiled and patted the top of rookjaw’s head. it warmed her heart to know that firewhisker trusted them, even if only a little. she liked feeling useful, feeling like she could protect and defend and care for her clanmates just as well as her colleagues. and she was fond of firewhisker and rookjaw. orchidtuft wanted to take every opportunity to be around and do everything with and for them. “of course! wherever this one goes” - she gestured to rookjaw - “i go... i mean, well, literally. i’m kinda standing on him. but sure. rookjaw, you cool with that?” she peeked over his head, nose bumping against his as she looked at his upside-down face inquisitively.

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this will be the day we've waited for [ShadowClan meeting] Jun 3, 2016 6:34:24 GMT

Post by skyy and her socks on Jun 3, 2016 6:34:24 GMT

PATCHPELT

“Whatever she’s going to talk about, it seems serious.” Juniperpaw’s arrival had him an answer, and the tabby and white tom returned the tom’s greeting with a dip of his head and a bright grin. Marshfire seemed quiet, but he paid it no mind. Especially not when Juniperpaw finally cracked a smile and spoke up more personally. “How are your kits today? Do you think they’ll try and spy on the meeting from the nursery?” Patchpelt gave a laugh, and a dramatic shrug. Before he could get the words out though, Laurelpaw appeared on the scene, as loud as always.

“I bet they will! If they’re anything like me!” Patchpelt shook his head. StarClan help him. “Good thing they’re not completely like you, then, huh, buddy?” He teased lightly, flicking his tail affectionately over his son’s ears as Laurelpaw continued to Juniperpaw in a tirade of words that Patchpelt didn’t really pay all that much attention to. His son could be creative at the best of times, let alone at times of importance. But, it did get a chuckle out of the older warrior.

However, then, there was a bump against his pelt, and Patchpelt’s gave immediately snapped down, to find the small bundle of Hailkit right at his paws. "Hello." Well now, that was a surprise. Of the kits, Hailkit was not the one he expected to make a dash like that. “Hey, kitto, that was a fast dash, well done!” It seemed like the leader was not as impressed though, as Rosestar’s voice rang out from on top of the rock. "Patchpelt, unless your newest litter has aged to six moons overnight, I believe we have a bit of an intruder." He supposed so. But hey, it never hurt to have company, right?

"What I am about to say is not for young ears. Laurelpaw, would you please usher Hailkit back to the nursery." Well, seemed like in this case, the ‘old enough to catch prey’ part seemed to be relevant. The tom reached down to give the kit a lick on the head. “next time, eh?” He meowed quietly, as Laurelpaw took up his roll. “Hailkit! Pffft, what’d I say? Awright, on it! C’mon Hailkit!” Thankfully, the apprentice seemed focused on his task, and Patchpelt turned his head back toward Rosestar, offering a sheepish smile in apology. However, soon enough, the reason for the request came clear.

"Redstar sent a scout to me to meet with her, Swiftfoot, and Beetleberry the other day. Onyxfeather, Sparrowpelt and I met with her and both clans have agreed on a temporary truce. Redstar told us that WindClan warriors have been ambushed and killed with rogue scent left on them... and...and there have been bite marks consistent with being eaten by cats on them."

For a moment, Patchpelt could only stare, however, he felt the smile well and truly drop off his face, as he straightened. What? He’d never heard of such a thing before. What in StarClan’s name would drive a cat to do such a thing? The tom unsheathed his claws, and dug them into the ground. “Until the rogues are gone, I do not want any cat leaving camp by themselves.” The tom looked toward the nursery, where Laurelpaw continued to guard the kits from entering the fray. Did he catch that? Somehow, he doubt it. However, it was the fair choice. StarClan help them if one of their own got caught out alone by these monsters.

Even as the meeting continued into a ceremony, Patchpelt was distracted, a lump well and truly formed in his throat. It didn’t stop him from straightening and calling out the new warrior’s name, however, it was enough to keep a frown securely attached to his features. “Oof, is it just me or is everyone a little somber?” Patchpelt looked to Laurelpaw, wrinkling his nose. Okay, he had missed that. “What’d I miss? The end times are coming?” Even Patchpelt knew this wasn’t something to joke about. “Rosestar has ordered that no cat is to leave camp alone. There are apparently rogues about that… may be killing and… making a meal out of other cats.” he meowed, though the words were hard to say. StarClan, how was he going to say them to Doverain? The tabby and white tom looked between Juniperpaw and Laurelpaw. “You two are going to take this seriously, right? Do not leave camp alone.”

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ADDERFANG

The tabby tom held Heatherdew’s gaze for a long moment with his good eye, challenging her to make any other comment. However, it passed, and she said no more. Good. She may have had the blood of a deputy in her, but that didn’t give her any reason to start asking questions like that of their high ranks. "You know me, I couldn't miss a thrilling clan meeting." Onyxfeather’s sudden voice answered all he needed to know, as the tom glanced over toward the deputy, giving a little bob of his head. “Good to hear nothing has changed,” he replied gruffly, before refocusing on Nightpaw.

"I'm not sure. But if it happens, I'm looking forward to it." Adderfang nodded firmly. Good, good. The appropriate response. The senior warrior turned his attention to the leader, as Onyxfeather addressed Nightpaw. However, that was of none of his concern. Rosestar’w rods however, were.“Cats of ShadowClan! As you know, Sparrowpelt, Nightpaw, and I went to Highstones to speak with StarClan. Although StarClan did not have any objections to Greypaw joining our ranks, they did warn us of the rogues.” Pah. StarClan were as ridiculous as the bulk of them. They didn’t need kitty-pet in their way. The warrior glanced around the crowd. He couldn’t even see the mistake sitting around anywhere. Ridiculous.

He supposed the rogue issue was more important though. The tom’s expression didn’t change as Rosestar delicately traced around the issue. Cannibalism. Well he hadn’t heard of that in a long time. Though why there and then? There had to be some sick cats at work. The warrior straightened a little, glancing to Onyxfeather before back again. “Until the rogues are gone, I do not want any cat leaving camp by themselves.” Adderfang wrinkled his nose, teeth bared. Who did she think she was? Make that rule for apprentices and dimwitted young warriors, but all of them? How did she expect them to get any work done if they needed a buddy-system to do it? Ridiculous. He wanted to voice exactly that too. However, she left no room for interjection, moving on to the ceremony he’d expected.

The warrior glanced across to the cats beside him, watching Nightpaw moved forward. “Well done, with that one,” he meowed quietly to the deputy, voice low, and certainly more a rumble than anything else. But no doubt loud enough to be heard. Soon enough, Nightflower emerged, and lifting his head, Adderfang joined the call with no lack of encouragement. "Nightflower! Nightflower!" As soon as he’d made his point though, he turned to Onyxfeather. “Well, I hope you’ve both got a plan for enforcing cats to leave in pairs, because it’s going to making hunting a whole lot more difficult,” he meowed, ears lowering slightly at the thought.

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this will be the day we've waited for [ShadowClan meeting] Jun 3, 2016 8:10:20 GMT

Post by alee on Jun 3, 2016 8:10:20 GMT

stormfrost ||

Well now, he'd arrived just in time hadn't he? Limbs moved smoothly beneath the thick gray of his pelt, and shards of glinting cerulean peeked out from beneath a low furrowed brow. Narrowed optics snagged the familiar dark form of Eveningstep within his vision, and the rarest flutter of an almost gentle smile graced his stony features. With long strides he padded to her side, settling comfortably to her left, whiskers just brushing against her own.

"Greetings," came Stormfrost's cool, icy meow; there was warmth that pooled deep into blue gaze, and a rare moment of affection surged him onward. He pressed his flank against the sallow circle of her cheek, his nostrils flaring as he drunk in her sweet and intoxicating odor. It was days like these when Stormfrost felt utterly content; days when the breeze pressed gently against his pelt, and quiet, stolen moments when he could savor the company of those he treasured most. The hum of a purr rumbled deep within his maw. "How have you been? I myself just returned from a failure of a hunting trip." He couldn't resist a snort of amusement, his attention entirely focused on the prim fae to his side - and it was only Rosestar's powerful lyric that reminded him a ceremony was about to be held.

He was merely anticipating a warrior's ceremony - Nightpaw, presumably, Rosestar's precious niece and quite the adept cat in her own right. His heart rose like a bird leaping from it's branch, wings catching on the warm bubble of a thermal, and his ears shoved forward atop his cranium, eagerly swiveling to catch every last scrap of Rosestar's eloquent words. What he heard however was far from what he'd expected.

She began, her tone serious, unnaturally so. Stormfrost quickly spared a glance with Eveningstep, confusion glittering in his eyes, and he felt his whiskers quiver slightly at the mention of roaming rogues. Well, yes, rogues had always been a problem, and StarClan knows they'd remain like a pesky tick to your skin in the future. But that's all they were; an infrequent threat, melding in and out of the center stage, their attacks at those rare moments vicious, but undeniably rare all the same.

"...There have been bite marks consistent with being eaten by cats on them."

His heart stopped.

In retrospect, how would one react to such horrifying news? Would they cripple over and faint? That seemed an accurate response in all honesty. Cats eating cats; in all his many moons (that being a meager twenty five) he'd never, ever heard of such a disgusting act carried out. As if these dead bodies of loyal warriors had been feasted upon by crows, flesh picked and tugged and torn from their forms until they were as deformed as carrion upon the thunderpath. The vision that flickered before his mind's eye was one that made him physically sick; the weight of Rosestar's words sunk deep, and he felt his muscles wobble, his throat tighten and constrict until his breath was fighting for a release. Instinctively he swept the plume of his gray tail up to Eveningstep's shoulders, and pulled her in protectively.

"Who would do such a thing?" For a moment, in the midst of his foggy and bog drenched mind, Stormfrost was unsure whom had spoken - and then he realized it was his own voice, his own usually so calm and perfectly tempered tone, now scratchy and harsh against his gullet, the sentence that tumbled from his lips barely above a quivering whisper. Even rogues had their own code and ethics to live by - didn't they?

The ceremony continued on - a ceaseless chatter of Rosestar's commanding tone, and the rippling of shocked mutters and whispers that spread like a plague throughout the crowd. He barely even registered the start of Nightpaw's ceremony. Vaguely the warrior remembered calling out her name in a hushed, dry, rather unenthusiastic yowl, but his mind was in other places, swamped with images of gore and beasts with gleaming white fangs.

sybil

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"Hello? Blossompaw? You there? Oh - sorry! I'm uh, looking for my sis, you know, super hyperactive, kinda kooky, you can't miss her in a crowd but, uh, okay, I'll see you later! I guess I gotta find her on my own! Thanks for your help...fox heart. Woah, what did I say? U-Uhh, nothing, nothing, oh no, I would never dare insult you! I was just complimenting your...your uh...y-you have uh...a very um...handsome nose? Yes, that's it. Oh I'm so glad that cleared things up, uh, enjoy the ceremony I guess...hooray, a warrior ceremony, so cool..." She couldn't sound any less sincere even if she tried.

Tortoiseshell fur weaved and bobbed through the thick throng of the crowd, ears swiveling atop her cranium for even the slightest hint of her sister's happy go lucky intones. The ceremony had begun, and the she-cat hardly seemed to have recognized this fact; instead she trod on tails (hey! watch it!) and stepped on toes (look where ya goin', will ya?) and maybe passive aggressively snapped at those whom had no idea as to where Blossompaw was. But hey, that had basically become the Spottedpaw way!

...And she would've remained entirely oblivious to the ceremony too, had a few certain words not piqued at her audits.

"W-Wait. WHAT?" Her screech flooded like a bellow across camp; as if she were a startled jackrabbit, the young she-cat stamped a paw, twisted on her tail, and hurriedly began to gnaw at a cluster of pesky fleas huddled upon her shoulder blade. Their fat bodies cracked beneath her teeth, though not even the crunch of their irritating forms was enough to lessen her anxiety. She pulled her jaw away, claws kneading anxiously at the dirt, and as Rosestar continued on, a strangled, "ewwww!" escaped her lips. Her stomach roiled at the thought of blood, more blood and - okay, she was getting dizzy now, her vision twisting and swirling before her very eyes.

Spottedpaw was insensitive at times - that showed even now. Without another thought of poor Nightpaw and her proceeding ceremony, she had bounded to the edge of camp, only to remember the possible danger that lay beyond it. With a whimper, the tortoiseshell settled on her paws, tail lashing, immediately deciding she should guard the camp in case of intrusion. Her eyes fell once more upon the ceremony, though her mind had traveled to other places.

@shadowclan Shiny

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Before Crowpaw could advance any deeper into what was a polite, but rather pleasant conversation, the news spilled over, and it sent a pang of shock reverberating through her chest. Her countenance remained as stoic and unreadable as ever - cannibals now...that must be a first. The dark pelted she cat couldn't resist a small twitch of her tail, the only sign of her surprise at such a horrific finding.

Rosestar continued on, the ceremony now shifting to Nightpaw, and it was a welcome change, though Ravenshade couldn't help wandering what the long term effects of this discovery would bring. Well yes, regulated patrols was sensible enough, but it seemed like these rogues were one spot less of a leopard's pelt. How sick would they be, to take on patrols and feast on their corpses? What lengths would they go to in order to seal a satisfying kill? She felt a rippling shiver crawl down to the base of her spine.

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