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SHROUDEDBEAM HE/HIM ⬦ THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR Dwindlingmoth and Ivysting had been on their walk for hours - not that Shroudedbeam really noticed, until they came back with kits in tow. They move casually towards the nursery, as if the stench of blood wasn't following them and their bundle of kittens...

SHROUDEDBEAM HE/HIM ⬦ THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR How any one of this litter could be so damn smiley all the time is beyond Shroudedbeam. He does not see the spite in Shadowedsun's behavior, that almost vengeful cheerfulness against the hand he's been dealt; no, he sees blissful ignorance, as if the tom...

SHROUDEDBEAM HE/HIM ⬦ THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR Shroudedbeam, admittedly, hadn't interacted with his siblings much since Skyclaw's reign. Not for any particular reason, of course - they were just like any other in the sense that he didn't have a reason to seek their presence. Much like their parents...

SHROUDEDBEAM HE/HIM ⬦ THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR How had Shroudedbeam let himself get roped into this? The young warrior sits sandwiched between his littermate and @Bugchaser ! , with some other warriors gathered around, all to play this game that Shroudedbeam has little to no interest in. If not for...

SHROUDEDBEAM HE/HIM ⬦ THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR It was an entirely, too-long day. Something's got him all drowsy lately - the pollen and weeds that have been plaguing everyone with sneezes had inflicted Shroudedbeam with sleepiness instead. Today, he'd moved sluggishly with his patrol, lagging...

Night falls upon the land as two warriors sit side-by-side at the Clan's gravesite. The stars reflect upon the gifts and offerings left for them, illuminating long-wilted flowers and pebbles left for loved ones. Underneath their light, Shroudedbeam feels smaller than ever, filled with new...

"Myrtlepaw..?" Shroudedbeam's mouth feels dry as he examines the scene. From several cat-lengths away, he joins the crowd to meet the battle party; or, what was left of them. Sharp canines dig into his lip and, as much as he wants to, he cannot tear his eyes away from his newly departed friend...

Tonight is Shroudedbeam's first gathering as a warrior. The last one he had been to, with his first mentor Mousenose, was just after his apprentice ceremony. He'd resented the way she showed him off to bordering Clans - now, he almost misses the naivety of it all. There's a tension thick in the...

Stormywing's betrayal had shaken the Clan, and Shroudedbeam - as apathetic and indifferent as he usually was - wasn't exempt. One way or another, he had devoted himself to StarClan.. and purposefully breaking their code was a sure way to earn his ire. His lip curled at the mere thought of...

Bugchaser's endless energy inspires awe in Shroudedbeam, always. How a cat could be so effortlessly upbeat pretty much every day of their life was beyond him. A power he'd never possess, he supposes; he's not sure it'd suit him, anyway. "Ah, yeah.. I guess," he replies nonchalantly, casting a...

Shroudedpaw was in a dreamless slumber, after a long day of searching fruitlessly for prey. Unfortunately for him, he hadn't been tuckered out enough - not deep enough in sleep to snooze past the soft whispers that call him. He seeks to ignore the girl's voice at first, bringing a forepaw over...

Shroudedpaw is trailing after his mentor on a hunting patrol, his agonizingly strict and boring mentor - at least Doespring's unwillingness to bond seems to work out for both of them. Hunt after hunt is failed, and his own patience is growing thin. His angered and grief-stricken mind screams for...

When the line was drawn between the 'good' and 'bad', Shroudedpaw entertained the juvenile idea by taking an opportunity to push his nest so close to Bugpaw's that it almost merged. He had gotten comfortable with it, letting his back press against the calico as they slept - but now that things...

Meetings were not typically the highlight of Shroudedpaw's day, but today is remarkably different from the rest, for the boy is now a scarred, timid little thing, picking at the grass underneath and barely training his ears on what his leader is saying. Silver eyes remain narrowed throughout...

Everything must be completely normal. Utterly ordinary. Shroudedpaw must not fight the siege; he must search for answers, and stall until he's found them. Thusly, while his mind swarms with thoughts and clues and desperation, he appears as any normal apprentice: perhaps too unfazed by Skyclaw's...