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Shadepaw's first leaf-fall had been spent curled at Ferndance's side. The days were slowly growing shorter, the leaves of the brambles browning slightly, and it was all new to Shadepaw. They weren't sure that they liked it. Experiencing something new would be fun, sure, but they had been quite...

With warriorhood on the horizon, growing up was on Shadepaw's mind, too. It felt like years ago that she had finally been allowed to go out on patrols, after an agonizing month of waiting. Then, she had still been small, fur more wispy than sleek, legs more spindly than just long, a frequent...

Shadepaw had not been looking for salamanders when she set out on the patrol. Her gaze had been flickering from mud patch to mud patch, searching for the telltale wiggle of a frog. No luck yet, but her hopes were high as they approached the stream. He graze rolled over the rocks, the rushing...

Shadepaw had decided that sharing a den with her little siblings was going to be fun. They had never shared a den before- Shadepaw had been apprenticed young, even if the first few months had really just been glorified kithood, and she had never been like Snowypaw, nursery-visitor...

Shadepaw echoed Bloodpaw's crouch, moss-green eyes latched onto his littermate. His muzzle quirked in reaction to Bloodpaw's grin, but concentration prevented anything else from breaking through. While Bloodpaw was nearly vibrating, Shadepaw was still. Bloodpaw's assessment of Shadepaw as...

Shadepaw had assumed that she would get a half-reply from a peer on their way in or out of the den, eager to move on to their next task, but what she got instead made her half sit up. She turned to Leechpaw, whiskers twitching. Leechpaw was... dug out from the soil, like her, and was a sunlit...

If Shadepaw had seen Maggotfur's nest at its height, she probably would have thought it was beautiful. When she was a kit in the nursery, Ferndance had kept her nest stocked full of trinkets and baubles, playthings for kitten paws and soft scraps for naps. It had been a treasure trove to her...

It had been awfully easy for Shadepaw to slip into the shadows, to cling to his namesake for the past couple of months. When his sister departed, so had he, in a way. Quieted down, started staring into the distance more, focusing mostly on what Lilacfur had to teach him. He curled inward, like...

Shadepaw was waiting at the camp's end, yet another cat in the patrol that was halted by Branchkit's actions. While Smogstar took some moments to move closer to the pair, Shadepaw stepped closer only a heartbeat after Branchkit piped up. He didn't usually pitch his voice up like that, nor did...

At this point in their life, Shadepaw was used to terrible things happening to their clanmates. Deaths, disappearances, injuries. They has been born practically as someone died- they had gotten used to all of that young. It was sad, it ruffled their fur, frayed their nerves, but none of it had...

Shadepaw's green eyes swept over the ground, the trees, any bits of horizon that they could devour. The mud clung to her paws, reminding her where she was. She was on a patrol caused by her lying, among worried faces, and Snowypaw was probably on sandy ground, getting used to her new clan. A...

Shadepaw knew that Snowypaw's departure wouldn't be easy on their younger siblings. The night-black apprentice had gotten the closest with the triplets when she hung back in the nursery. Even after she finally made it to the apprentices' den, she remained the nursery's most frequent visitor...

It was easy for Shadepaw to brush past the snap in Flintpaw's first question, but not so much the second. It wasn't just ice making up Flintpaw's markings, anymore, it was in his voice, his eyes, in the wrinkle of his muzzle. They almost backed up to avoid being cut, but instead their paws...

Shadepaw was lucky enough to hear Snowpaw's blunt question as they emerged from the apprentices' den, shaking their nap off. It was strange, every time they went in there, seeing an empty, cold nest where Snowypaw could have been. It was worse at night. In the daytime, it was easier to pretend...

Shadepaw wasn't sure any day had been a good one since Snowypaw's departure. Not even the comfortable temperature and the occasional flashes of sun breaking through the clouds could convince her otherwise. The weather was nice, but there was a darkness that hummed under the surface. It made the...