camp BLOOMING VILLAIN | warrior's den

[BLOODWING]

In a moon's time, Bloodpaw and her siblings would become warriors. It was always supposed to be the four of them, the underdogs who rose to be ShadowClan's best in different ways. Bonepaw was to be the shield, and her the sword. Shadepaw would keep them well-fed and Snowypaw well-liked, but a Snowy-shaped void in her heart reminded her that one sister would not be there to see them graduate, nor would they see her do the same. She was angry and sad and betrayed and happy all in one, such emotions so volatile and ever-changing that it was best to not think about them at all. So, she tried not to. Every day was spent at Smogstar's side, taking part in fighting lessons with all the gusto of a rogue and dragging her paws along for hunting as if the very act of waiting before pouncing was dull. She knew she wouldn't get much choice in whether she was hunting or patrolling after she graduated,but... she held onto hope that the next Deputy would play favourites and give her as few chances to kill frogs as possible.

But, that was a future that the cinnamon tabby had little interest in. Her mentor was leader, her best friend was a co-apprentice, her ceremony was on the horizon and she had plenty of friends in the camp to make - the heir to her home didn't matter so much anymore. No, all Bloodpaw was imagining that day was her future den, tucked behind the bramble bush so close to her own eight-moon home. She poked her head into the warrior's home quietly, eyeing the dusk patrol snoozing and others mulling about their own business. Close to the middle, she spotted a nest of trinkets spilling into other nests, and, close to the edge, spotted another horde. Her golden gaze fluttered between the two before settling more permanently on the one towards the center, layered with items she'd remembered from her youth. A pair of eyes stare at her within the darkness and she flashed a grin towards the cat. "Oh, sorry, don't mind me Warrior, just checking out my soon-to-be-home," she boasted mirthfully, her severed ear twitching. Just as she'd been excited to be an apprentice, she was even more excited to be an adult.

"Think I can call dibs on a spot riiiiiiight over there?" She asked, pointing to a spot in the dead centre left abandoned by someone who'd retired to the elder's den. It was close enough to her mama to be able to talk into the night but far enough away as to not be lame - little did she know the spot was reserved for senior warriors.


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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ Drowsy eyes linger half open as they allow themselves some meager amount of sleep. Hunting had been less than fruitful for them even though they had brought back a couple of lizards and one small snake. Really they had wanted to bring back something more for their own palette but marsh hares are hard to come by and water voles are a little tricky. Even so they are still feeling that lingering amount of annoyance and it plays in on the look that he slowly wakes up and is able to give to the apprentice that they scent snooping around in the warrior's den. Eyes meet and they lift their head up at the reasoning given to them. Checking out their future den. Hmm, that sounds plausible enough if they manage to excel at their assessment and pass it with flying colors. Also up to their mentor as well and a small, stressed smile lingers on their lips from man different thoughts that swim through their head. But when they talk about getting the spot that has been vacant for a small moon they lift their head out with amusement twinkling in his odd colored orbs. "Oh really...." They begin with such sweet tones that rattle their vocal cords before they decide to explain the way the warrior den works.

"Unfortunately you don't have the rights to that spot. See as a new warrior, frankly still learning, you will have to slip on the outer rim of the other warriors first. Those above you get to move further inward and the senior warriors get the middle spots." That is how it worked, age ad experience. Seniority. Some day they will be able to move themselves closer to the center but they know they will never be too far from their sibling.​

 

[BATCHASER]

Curled up in his nest, tail wrapping around his lanky figure. He had been be released from being on a dusk patrol, hunting at been fruitful even if he only brought back a couple of measly mice. His flank rising as he breathed from his nose, a large ear swiveled towards a voice. Peeking from under a forearm resting over his muzzle, a few strands of his fringe moved slightly.

Letting a half - lidded golden eye peek from the curtain. He spots an apprentices, snooping around the warrior's den much to his amusement. Perhaps just checking their future den? If the apprentice manages to excel their assessment. He watches as Thrasherthroat speaks from their own nest, talking about how the warrior's den works towards the young apprentice. It's all about seniority, experience and all that stuff. He slowly lifts his head from its resting place, he opens his jaws into a yawn. "Thrasherthroat is right.." He agrees with his denmate with a sleepy hum, letting his head fall on the edge of his nest. A smile makes its way across his maw, while he watches the rest of the interaction play out.

THE DARLING MOON ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ HIDDEN EYES AND SHARP GRINS

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• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 33 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke mix with gold/green heterochromatic eyes.
  ✦ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[SHARPSHADOW]

Sharpshadow couldn't even imagine a future where she had turned out like this... emboldened by mentorship under Smogstar to the point that she felt she could just waltz into places like this. Then again — it couldn't all be his doing. There'd been an... incident when they were younger, hadn't there been...? Maybe it was just written in their blood. Who knew what else that could possibly imply...

The others are real nice, taking the time to explain to her things she should already know. The apprentice's den functioned just the same way, didn't it? Newbies out, older cats win... Bloodpaw wasn't any of their apprentices. He doesn't really think they owe her this kind of longwinded explaination. Bless Thrasherthroat's heart, or whatever. Sharpshadow's reply would be a lot more succinct. A cut and dry, " Hell no, " said with a blank face. As a Lead Warrior, maybe some would say she has a bit more of a say in this than others. She'd disagree, but maybe in this one case she'd find it a bit funny more than anything else.

She didn't fight to be made a warrior so Bloodpaw could waltz in and take Smogmaw's old nest. His pelt prickles at the thought, but hopefully Bloodpaw would just go oopsies! or something and walk away.​

 

[ASHENFALL]

˚₊‧ ⛧ Bi-colored ears flick and Ashenfall lets out a reflexive groan to let everyone know that their chirpings woke him up from his evening snooze. He stretches out his forelegs, flexing claws into the softness of his nest, with a yawn before finally opening his eyes to find his rambunctious ex-co-apprentice calling dibs on her future nest space. The others break the unfortunate news with increasing levels of brevity, and Ashenfall is happy to explain his theory on the matter.

"Yup, it's 'cause when you get old your bones get cold and break like icicles if you sleep on the edges. I heard a senior warrior once slept by the den entrance for a night and his tail snapped right off... True story." Ashenfall tucked his feet back beneath his body in preparation to chase a sequel to his dusk-time snooze, "So yeah, unless you turn like, a hundred moons next moon you'll be here to shiver with the rest of the spry young chicks."

YOULL ASK WHAT CAN I DO? ⭒☽⛧☾⭒ AND THERE WILL BE NO ANSWER

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  — ashenkit . ashenpaw . ashenfall
  — he/him. 16mo warrior of shadowclan. formerly mentored by smogmaw
  — smogmaw x halfshade. littermate to applejaw, swansong & garlicheart. older brother of thornpaw, halfpaw, and laurelpaw
  — a stout, longhaired blue torbie w/ pale blue and amber eyes
  — sarcastic, sharp-eyed, sulky, nostalgic, faithful, impulsive, candid, provocative, remorseful
  — "speech", thoughts
  — penned by eezy
  

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[FLINTWISH]

Flintwish rustles as the nest next to his stirs; Ashenfall stretches his forelegs and his mottled tail nearly sweeps him in the face. Flintwish turns in his nest to re-settle himself, only to realize there's someone else in the den with them. Someone new. He blinks sleep from bleary eyes, lifting his gaze over his friend's dual-toned pelt to examine the newbie.

Bloodpaw. She and her littermates would be warriors soon, wouldn't they? The current warriors explain to her the way that nests work, and Flintwish glances towards one of the bramble walls. He's still close to the edges himself, having become a warrior only a couple moons ago, now. His ears twitch to Ashenfall's spinning yarn. At one point, he might have even chuckled, though the noise was drowned beneath a low and contented purr.

Maybe Ashenfall would hate him for it, but among this chorus of refusal, Flintwish finds the kindness in her heart to offer an invitation: "Over here, Bloodpaw." And then, realizing what she'd done, amends it quickly: "But be quiet." Flintwish then tucks herself into a neat ball, muzzle brushing the edge of her friend's nest, tufted tail curling around herself, the bow on a neat package.

used to be one of the rotten ones ( and i liked you for that ) //

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• FLINTWISH —— warrior of shadowclan, mentored by forestshade & scalejaw . granitepelt x starlingheart . littermate to nettlepaw, ghostmask ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a small, slate-blue tom with mismatched blue and green eyes. hard to approach and harder to enjoy, but beneath his spines he seems to have a good heart, and cares for his clanmates
  ✦ unlabeled gender / he, she, they pronouns / 14 moons & ages every 12th
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / may flee / may show mercy. tends to fight dirty on account of granitepelt's teachings. will fight tooth and nail to win, as this is one of the few ways flintwish can prove his worth to himself
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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