Recent content by Emberpaw

Her mind was rarely empty now, a sharp contrast to the joyful quiet of her youth. Emberkit had no worries. She had a siblings, a parent, and a home. It wasn’t the life she’d been born into, but who could worry about that when Shadowclan were her only memories. Emberkit was blessed. Emberpaw felt...

Emberpaw, very nearly a warrior by this point, shivered as her clan mates fought. She’d been drawn by the screams, her heart pounding, and the scent of blood sent paralyzingly nausea into her belly. Copper. Pain. Fear. Death. She needed to step in, needed to run for help, at least. But she only...

Time really flew, didn't it. Once a child, Emberpaw now watched over the next generation of youths. A fresh sapling climbing higher and higher, only to look down and realize she was growing branches. They were the sprouts now, squealing seedlings basking in sunshine, drinking up rain water for...

Time was so... fickle. It felt like only yesterday the young girl had been ushered into clan life. Her days beyond ShadowClan were a blur, a fever of fear and doubt. At the forefront of her new life, there was Chilledstar. As far as Emberpaw was concerned, there had always been Chilledstar. They...

Emberpaw had hardly explored the whole of Shadowclan territory, let alone set foot outside of it. She was so excited she could hardly keep herself from sprinting on ahead and leaving the rest of her clan behind. Two thoughts kept her slowed, however; the idea of disappointing or embarrassing...

Tail straight… Paws steady… Weight balanced… GOTCHA! With a flying leap that somewhat resembled a frightened grasshopper, Emberpaw soared through the air. She landed awkwardly, stumbling a little, but her eyes gleamed with pride as she held up her catch with her claws- a stray leaf. The wind...

“You… You do?” That was a confirmation Emberpaw had not expected. How could he still see the bears when he held the knowledge of keeping them at bay? Maybe it’s not so easy. Maybe he has bad nights too. Just like she did. Sitting out here, alone, contemplating the midnight sky, he admits that...

Emberpaw looked up from her mundane duties, ears twitching uncertainly. They’ve never begun a meeting likethat before. Not that she could remember many, but their tone sent chills down her spine, like her bones had been drenched in swamp water and then fed to a hungry gale. She quickly abandoned...

A flurry of shadow. A flash of stark white and brightest blue. A torrent of crimson, a gut wrenching hue that was deeper than the dawn. A soft thud, muffled by moons of shed needles. And while a rumbling bellow exploded overhead, rarely was it a snarling face Emberpaw saw in her nightmares...

As always, the apprentice was drawn to the clear-eyed leader. They were probably her favourite cat in all of Shadowclan, and who could blame her? Chilledstar had found her, saved her, and loved her like their own from day one, as far as she was concerned. The chilly demeanour others knew them by...

Though she had been made an apprentice half a moon or so ago, Emberpaw didn’t truly feel like one. She felt young, too young, still a child and she found herself feeling more kinship toward the other kits she had barely left behind. Her role in Shadowclan swept her along, a flooded river that...

It was truly a blessing that Ferndance took the moment to assure those around her that she was only joking about feeding children to badgers, for Emberkit had stiffened up, wide-eyed with fear. For a moment she had had no reason to believe the lead warrior wasnt absolutely serious. The dark...

Emberpaw. Im Emberpaw now. Woah. The name switch had been a little difficult for the child to grasp, but everyone around her using the name flawlessly had helped. It was strange to think that not long ago Chilledstar had chided her, or rather, chided Wheatpaw, for even thinking about letting her...

There were murmurs and attempts to argue for her case, but it seemed decided that Emberkit would not be allowed outside of camp this day. Bonefang's words were the final hailstones on the mouse, and Emberkit knew the cause was lost. Her mood was mildly dampened, the dew of refusal settling over...

“Woah, those are so pretty!” Emberpaw mewed, the dark grey tabby trotting over with an expression of interest. As far as she had seen, gifts were not commonly exchanged around Shadowclan, but she liked the idea that it still happened. And started by someone not much younger than her, a child...