camp PINK AND WHITE &. november 12 meeting

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP​

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this meeting wasn't one that had wanted to even have. with everything so close to the gathering, their sanity found itself face to face with them. they watched it, like a hawk watching its prey, trying to keep it where it was but any time they blinked, or turned their attention elsewhere, it slipped a bit further from them. their eye twitched in what could only be perceived as anger, and they felt their claws against the cold rock that they sat upon. they simply watched the clan for a bit, watching the hustle and bustle of everyone being on edge. angry. unnerved. they can only muster a laugh, dizzying and unsettling at most, before they clear their throat to address the clan fully. the last time they were up here, they made a fool of themself. this time? they would not.

"shadowclan! gather! it is time for yet another meeting."

their warm breath fogs against the cold air, blue gaze sharp and fiery. their tail lashed, very clearly on edge, and they stood tall.

"let's start easy. ashenpaw, your mentor snakefoot has returned to the stars. it is quite unfortunate, and we all mourn his loss. but we haven't time for tears. you need to be trained properly, and for that reason, smogmaw will be your new mentor. i trust that he will not use his personal relationship to you as some sort of reasoning and will train you as a proper shadowclanner."

they grunt. besides. it will give the poor soul something to do other than mope at the borders. they understand his need to find his kits, but they had to do this right. he needed to keep busy. he was only was going to be irrational when it came to his kits. they couldn't blame him for that.

"scorchedpaw, maggotpaw, ragweed, and sharppaw. step forward, please."

their whiskers twitched and their gaze falls to sharppaw. this cat has been needing to be a warrior for some time. smogmaw was particularly hard on her, and they understand why. they can only hope he'd do the same for his son, as well. but it was time, now, for sharppaw to take his place as a rightful warrior within the clan ranks. in spite of her pessimism, she was warrior material. more cats could afford to look up to him.

"do you all promise to be a swift a shadow, and protect your clan with all it is that you got? do you promise to turn your back on friendships you may have acquired in place of protecting your home and clanmates alike?"

a beat. a wait for nods or responses.

"then i hearby name you proud warriors of shadowclan. maggotpaw, from this day forth you shall be known as maggotfur. while your name is an unusual one, know that your name is not in malice. i trust you to be a fine warrior. scorchedpaw, you will be known as scorchedmoon, named for the moon above. may you guide others as the moon guides all of us. sharppaw, your name will now be sharpshadow. not only for the slinky black pelt you have, but for the pure stealth upon your paws. this has been a long time deserved. and ragweed. you are new to clanlife but your promise to keep us safe and watching you learn has been enough to give you a warrior's name. you will still be watched and taught everything a shadowclanner needs to know, but now you will do so with the name of flamingmoth. most of you i have watched since apprenticeship, and you've grown into fine examples of what this clan should be. keep it up."

they close their eyes for a moment, stomach twisting with memories of those who did not make it this far. could not make this far. lives lost too soon, and taken back to the stars. they grit their teeth before shaking their head. continue meeting now, sulk later.

"before we go any further, frostbite, please step forward. you have been an extremely loyal cat to shadowclan since its making. i've watched how much of yourself you've given, even since before i was a deputy and briarstar was still leading. time and time again, you've proven yourself to be one hell of a warrior, and a father as well. it would be a great honor to me if you would accept this proposition and become a lead warrior. if anyone in this crowd deserves this, you do. you have. for a very long time."

chilledstar only waited for a response before nodding. frostbite would be a wonderful addition to their counsel. his loyalty meant the world to chilledstar, even if they'd hardly show it. but for now... this meeting was not yet over. they needed to address the badger in the room.

"with most of the cats that took the faithful journey to find the cure of yellowcough now home, we all face a new dilemma. tanglekit and halfkit have gone missing. we have searched border after border, and even have been met with some not as nice cats that dare as if we are crazy for wondering where the hell our kits are. this matters not. we will find them. i do not care if i have to search every damned camp in these lands. we will find them. whether it be rogue, predator, or clan cat responsible, we will punish those who dare forsake us."

they growl very loudly, tail lashing the air.

"stars help who did take them. we were kind enough to let these clans in our home. let's them stay when they were too weak to even fight off rogues. and if any of them had anything to do with this? they will know that shadowclan is not a force to be reckoned with. the next patrol to leave, remember to be cordial. we will not start anything until we know for sure what has become of our kits, and until they are safe in our clutches once more. understood? good. dismissed."


// AYEEEE ACTIVITY SHOUT OUTSSS
@Frostbite , @GHOSTPAW. , @APPLEPAW , @Garlicpaw , @ASHENPAW , @GRANITEPELT , @scalejaw , @FERNDANCE , @Siltcloud. , @STARLINGHEART , @Scorchedpaw , @FLINTPAW , @Halfkit , @smogmaw , @Magpiepaw @SHARPPAW.

and just a little ooc note! thank you all for being wonderful and making shadowclan a wonderful place! i love you all very much !!!!
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[SHARPSHADOW]

She is alight

Excitement. Trepidation. Mismatched feelings swelling within her; miasma of hopes and reams. Moons of yearning, irritation, sinking feeling, all coalesced into this desire— to be a warrior. A cat that did not have to be kit - sat or trailed behind like she could not handle a single thing ever to meet her in this world. He has trekked this swamp for four seasons now, horrible as it has been, at least, at least, he believes he was owed to do so without scrutiny. Be it a throne of muck— of literal garbage she strains to stand atop, it is a throne nonetheless. And with a name that would not betray be incompetence. Not... immediately, he reaches for the rung.

A step forward. Shoulder to shoulder with cats younger than he was, he gnashes teeth to black gums in his anticipation. He did not think he could show it. No, not really. Outwardly, he is the same he always is, with a bristled spine and eyes like the stars. A tail that lays dead, and paws kneading. He does not look at the rest of them, but he sees them, and he will not let them stop him. He dares them too, and he would meet them with the same tooth and claw that deemed him worthy of warriorhood. He would find Smogmaw in the crowd, and he would watch, he would wait.

He's almost afraid to miss it; customary words. At times, Chilledstar speaks them with such balmy disinterest, he is left to grip the ground even as he is not mentioned. Today— perhaps he is imagining, but he feels like they see him.

And, " I do, " spoken like water overflowing past the bank. Even if he never wanted this, it's all that he has, to protect with bloody fierceness this dreary routine he has always known. Empty space, as he stands and stares, as peers, near - surely better than him are named themselves.

Then it washes over him, quick. Sharpshadow. How many moons, to be Sharpshadow? She swallows a huge breath, and she is not sure that she ever lets it go.

And like that, it's over. She is left to step back, just to... be Sharpshadow when she is told she is so. She's just a face amongst them, again. Not an outlying apprentice, but now, just another warrior.

He would do more, though. He would do more. Or maybe he would only fail. He'll discover it later, when he does not want to shake at the feeling of being Sharpshadow. When he not want to swear to the starts, and rip at the pelts of those who had ever doubted him. ( And included in that bounty would certainly be himself. )

Time. It's only a matter of time. Highs are temporary, this place has taught him. For now, he does not care. Sharpshadow smiles. Talk of frostbite and of kits flit in and out of his ears.

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• ( IS THAT NOT BRAVE ENOUGH FOR YOU? ) SHARPPAW: Mentored by Smogmaw
  —— he / she , no pref , icked by they prns ; fine with gendered terms ( tom, molly, etc... )
  —— currently 17 moons old. warrior ceremony delayed due to lackluster progress.
  
  a dark smoke feline that stands at an above average height. Easily identifiable by her namesake – an unruly mat of fur, destined to be cluttered by inconsistencies between her chimera fur. Burdened with a broken tail. Recently, she has realized it can still function, though she has wholly believed in its utter uselessness for so long that it cannot without great effort. Anxious, antisocial, paranoid. Sharppaw has not known peace for a single time in his life, and lives anticipating inevitable dangers to the detriment of herself and others.
  — Obsessed with the perceived 'game' within ShadowClan, the rules of which she is unaware of. Striving to be someone more likeable due to this.
  heavy ic opinions! he sucks.

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[Frostbite]

He gathers with the clan as another meeting is called. He still feels restless over everything that has happened this past moon and he finds himself quite comfortable with the idea of spying on the other clans. He's not sure how he would do it, big and fluffy as he is. But he knows those kits are somewhere in this forest, and he greatly suspects one of the clans who had queens in their nursery. He finds the possibility that an owl took them very unlikely. Someone would have seen that and mentioned it or done something. Things would be done quite differently right now if that were the case.

Chilledstar begins the meeting with assigning Ashenpaw a new mentor, saying there is no time for tears. He agrees, unfortunately. There is no time to mourn when kits are missing and every day they remain unfound is a day Shadowclan is made to look incompetent and it makes him seethe. What happened to Snakefoot was terrible, and it will be even more terrible if another clan truly is responsible for this kitnapping.

To allow them succor only for them to spit in their faces... They'll pay.

He wishes Ashenpaw didn't have to go through such an experience, stars know how it will affect him. But such a thing is quite common, isn't it? The loss of someone you are close to. Life is cruel like that. He thinks Smogmaw is an excellent choice, mostly because he is his father, and because perhaps the two can help each other heal from the loss of Halfshade. In times such as these, he believes their family should stick together.

The warrior ceremonies are next and with each one of these, he feels old. He often remembers when these apprentices were born, for stars sake. Now look at them. All grown up. Among this batch of new warriors though, is Ragweed. Frostbite still feels conflicted about the father of his children. He is a good tom, and he's glad that the father of his children was such. Frostbite is proud of him for agreeing to join and train in their ways for the kits he hadn't expected to have. He was a little silly, but you know what? Shadowclan needed more of that. More lightheartedness. More joy.

He cheers for each name, and once it dies down, Frostbite moves over to Ragweed.

"Congratulations, you're a real Shadowclanner now." He says with a friendly smile.

There is little time for conversation when he hears Chilledstar call for HIM to step forward. He has a very brief moment of inner panic. What did he do?? Did he do something wrong? But he pushes it away. He hasn't done anything wrong.... So he looks up to Chilledstar and steps forward.

He is not expecting the words they speak. His eyes widen and his jaw parts as if threatening to drop. Never has anyone regarded him like this. Acknowledged him like this. It brings forth a feeling he's not sure he understands. He can feel his heart pounding as if it wants to burst. All these moons he has served his clan through thick and thin, done only what he thought was best for them, cared when things went wrong... And most importantly, he never gave up hope.

Shadowclan endures so much more than the other clans.... But they still survive, despite everything. And now, he has been chosen to help lead them.

He doesn't know what to say at first, but he knows he must say something. Eyes are on him. It's an unfamiliar feeling.

He takes a breath to calm his nerves. "I accept. It would be an honor to serve alongside you." He says, voice clear and unwavering.

He's a lead warrior. He has a position of authority... This is new to him. He'll have to adjust quickly.

The forest is full of enemies, and one of them has taken Halfkit and Tanglekit. They look down on Shadowclan even though it was they who came whimpering to their borders looking for refuge. His automatic suspect is Windclan, but Thunderclan is a possibility too. He is hesitent to accuse them however....He does not take Howlingstar for a kitnapper. But you never know, the nicest faces can have the most vicious bites.

One thing is certain to him though, and that is that he will not show any mercy. If he has to take a hostage to get answers, then so be it.​

 

[Scorchedmoon]

Even with how dour things have been lately in ShadowClan (even for ShadowClan standards), Scorchedpaw has been excited for this day. How could he not be? He’s finally going to be a warrior! When Chilledstar calls for the clan, he can’t help but spin in place first before he joins the growing crowd. It’s time for a new chapter in his life, and he couldn’t be more eager to see what it brings.

After Ashenpaw’s mentor reassignment to his father, which is an interesting but practical choice seeing as they probably need each other, he’s asked to come forward. Scorchedpaw approaches with a serious demeanor unlike him, but he wants his leader to know he’s taking this seriously. “I do.” He says to the promise of giving his life to ShadowClan. This is his home, and will always be, after all. Nothing could change that, and so he will give everything for the sake of his clan.

And with that promise, his name is now Scorchedmoon. A light to guide others…and hopefully a light to brighten those he cares about. He gives a big grin and a nod to Chilledstar before going back to the cats celebrating his new name. It’s a surreal moment, but he’s super happy! He hopes the other three are too, he thinks as he flashes them smiles.

“Frostbite! Frostbite!” Scorchedmoon exclaims as the white tom is promoted to lead warrior as well. A very deserved position, especially with how willing and present he’s been for finding Smogmaw’s lost kits as well as all his hard work for the sake of the clan. Hopefully it’ll continue to motivate him while the keep on searching for their lost members.

It’s no surprise the topic turns to that afterwards. He’s kept his hopes up that the kits would be found, but it gets harder each passing day. If they’re not dead, was this the result of something more sinister? Scorchedmoon’s leader is right that they showed the other clans hospitality when they didn’t have to, so to think one of them might have taken advantage of their kindness…it pains him to even consider. Hopefully soon they would be found, whether it be dead or alive. Smogmaw deserves the closure.​

 

[Maggotfur.]

IF ONLY I FELL FOR YOUR FICTION
TELL ME THINGS THAT CAN'T BE TRUE ​

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maggotfur ♛ 12 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan warrior​

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Maggotpaw is far from enthusiastic as she approaches their leader, a calm and impassive wall beside sharppaws kneading paws and sharp 'i do', scorchedpaws stern countenance that immediately falters into a bright grin. To the blue-furred molly, this is merely a formality, simply yet another useless tradition. She almost doesn't answer - almost forgets herself for a moment and says the truth. The phrasing chilledstar uses is unexpected, and it startles her. Mind flickers to sunflowermask, and for once she looks uneasy, a flash of discomfort crossing her face for a split second. And then she nods, just as stiffly and regally as expected of her, voice drawled out in feigned confidence. "Of course," -she won't. She will never choose shadowclan above herself - but... maybe, she would over her 'friends'. She can do that much, sh ethinks, if not for shadowclan than for herself.

Maggotfur.

She wears her new name with pride, turquoise gaze already losing focus as the leader tries to ease the 'pain' of such a wicked name. Maggotfur doesn't care - she will bear her perceived sins with pride, if only to spit in her fathers ungrateful face. She would not trade her name for another, not even now - she has gotten this far on her own merits after all. " Thank you, " she says quietly, for once genuine.

And then the moment is over, and it's another's turn to go forwards. As she settles in to join the crowd, she does not bother to cheer for the most recent promotion, instead simply observing until at last that dreaded topic is dredged back up. Halfkit - teeth grit and fur bristles at the reminder of smogmaws missing kits.

Tch. It is not like her to get so... attached. To care. But it is too late now - whoever has taken that child had better have the protection of the stars on their side, because Maggotfur will take things into her own paws should she ever find them.

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[ROOSTERSTRUT]

Roosterstrut was thrilled at the prospect of attending a meeting feeling rejuvenated and healthy. Whatever announcements Chilledstar may address to the clan, whether positive or negative, Roosterstrut was ready to take everything in with open ears. He was not confined to the corner of the medicine den anymore; he was ready to be an active member of ShadowClan again.

Ashenpaw being reassigned to Smogmaw was not a totally unpredictable decision, Roosterstrut supposes, but part of him hopes that the deputy's personality doesn't rub off too much onto his child. Then again, perhaps training together would serve as a chance for them to bond and take their mind off of other matters. As rocky as his history was with Smogmaw, he wouldn't deny the importance of maintaining a relationship between a parent and their kit. A familiar, longing heartache prods at his chest but Roosterstrut quickly fixes his attention on further announcements.

"Maggotfur, Scorchedmoon, Sharpshadow, Flamingmoth!" The warrior chants, pale green eyes glistening with genuine happiness for the newly promoted batch of young adults. Sharpshadow's ceremony in particular was quite monumental to witness — they had been an apprentice for so long and, after bringing back lungwort from such a perilous journey, she deserved it.

His red ears angle as Chilledstar dives into the promotion of a new lead warrior. StarClan knows that ShadowClan needs it after the loss of Sabletuft and Ferndance to the rank. Frostbite was not an unexpected choice — in fact, he was a deserving cat for the job. "Frosbite! Frostbite!" Roosterstrut calls. While he was happy for the older tom, a smaller part of him felt a lingering envy. He's always wanted to be a lead warrior, a respectable and valued member of ShadowClan, but he knows he cannot simply wish it to come true. He had to earn his place; hopefully, now that he was better, he would.

His ears droop slightly at the mention of the missing kits. Roosterstrut had heard about the occurrence while bedridden, and now that he was discharged from Starlingheart's den, he would do all he could to help track down Halfkit and Tanglekit. No matter their relationship to Smogmaw, they were small and vulnerable children — their true place was in ShadowClan.

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  ✰ ROOSTERSTRUT
  —— he/him; warrior of shadowclan
  —— heteroflexible; single
  —— red tabby tom with long hair and pale green eyes
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[smogstar]

Today, the miserable dissonance he's borne in the past moon is softened—if not lifted, albeit temporarily.

This meeting comes as a turning point. A critical juncture for any clan cat who values their dignity, scant as it may be. Graduation day. Although his tenure with Sharppaw frayed his nerves raw, as one's threshold for deluded prattlings wears thin so quickly, it is pride that puffs in his chest while he settles in Clanrock's shadow.

The wiry-furred bundle of nerves was a leery sort at best. Yet, the journey served as a platform upon which she'd asserted his value. In safeguarding the five cats stranded in her company, using claw and fang to fend off ThunderClan loudmouths, and standing steadfast by his side on the return home, her mettle as not just a companion, but as a ShadowClan warrior, shone in a new light. He'd more than earned her nest in the warrior's den, and Smogmaw, in turn, has at long last earned his emancipation.

Shaded by canted brows, the deputy's gaze rakes over the gathering swarm. Expectant. Impatient, too. ShadowClan shall be welcoming an ample slew of warriors into their ranks, but preempting their ascensions are an equally ample slew of ceremonies—and such formalities provoke a tangible restlessness, for reasons he cannot quite place.

To hear his son's name roll from Chilledstar's tongue gives him pause. Oh, right, Snakefoot went on to feed the worms. Anywho, his amber pools embark on a prolonged and extensive search for Ashenpaw amongst his clanmates, and only when the reason for this announcement is duly registered does he land on the misty-coated feline. "Aha, a sound choice," Smogmaw drawls, before he steadily rises and prowls over to his new apprentice's side. He'll maintain an ignorant ear towards the snow-streaked leader's remark on 'personal relationships'; labelling him as the sort of tom whose allows sentiment to sway his logic is a flawed assessment at its core.

He remains anchored to Ashenpaw's side, haunches unmoving, throughout the outstanding span of the meeting. When it comes time to chant those new warriors' names, Smogmaw finds himself participating with marked fervour. "Maggotfur!" he hollers. "Scorchedmoon!" he expounds. "Sharpshadow!" he cries, a fine, salivated mist sputtered with each syllable. "And Flamingmoth!"

Eyes fall upon the newest admittance to Chilledstar's council, just then. "Frostbite!" comes a singular chant, and a content grin cracks through his stony features. Perhaps the brightest-coloured furball in their little creed, but Frostbite was far from an eyesore. He wears integrity on his pelt for all to see, and Smogmaw recalls how willing he'd been to open up about his secret suitor. Putting a modicum of authority in his voice is a well-founded decision.​

 

[MURKYPAW]

attending a meeting was the last thing on the tom's mind. while required of him by his mentor, he knew that it would reflect well upon himself if he could show up and sit quietly for as long as the meeting took. he may be an asshole, but he wasn't against shadowclan. someone must have read his mind, as chilledstar wasted no time in ensuring that the meeting started promptly. most of the agenda was not important enough to concern himself, resulting in the tom staring at his paws. the death of clanmates was rather unfortunate, but he knew better than to waste time over the fact. besides, there were new warriors to take their place and ensure that the clan was strong. his voice could be heard among his clanmates as they welcomed them into the clan as warriors.


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[► Flamingmoth.]

❀​‧₊˚ I LIKE THE WAY YOU DANCE ˚₊‧❀​

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flamingmoth & 43 moons & male & he/him & shadowclan warrior ​

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When ragweed strides forwards, it's with bravado and a cheeky grin. Copper tinged eyes don't betray anything but eagerness as chilledstar gives him his new name - welcoming him to their ranks. Honestly, his presence here is not really by choice - he'd been pulled from the carrionplace he'd made his new home, responsibilities thrust upon him thanks to a single nights actions. But... well, it's better than being alone.

And then it's no longer ragweed who stands before the clan, but Flamingmoth - lips move silently as he mouths it, as though tasting it, testing it. it's a suitable name - and as gaze moves to meet the crowd he can't help but preen at the contrast it paints against the only one he'd care to know before joining - frost and flaming. "I will work hard - thank you," he says, voice lilting with confidence.

Shoulders brush frostbites within the crowd, and his smirk turns more lopsided and teasing- "Yp - as real as the dirt beneath our paws!" but of course, things don't stay quiet for long - the father of his children is called upon to rise through the ranks, becoming a lead warrior. While the former loner is still fuzzy on the specifics, he knows it's a big honor - and he cheers along with the others. "Frostbite! Congratulations,"

He should probably say something more - but he doesn't know what. They know surprisingly little of eachother after all. The mood turns somber at the mention of the missing kits, and he finds himself relieved that it is not his own. Even if they are not yet close, he doesn't know what he'd do if they vanished one day.

— got me in a trance ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

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• — a sleek and muscular red tabby tom with copper toned eyes, white socks, and a white tail. he reeks of the carrionplace from living there so long, but otherwise is quite nice to look at. he doesn't seem to be the brightest of the bunch, and thinks way to highly of himself.
  
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  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=coral]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[COYOTETOOTH]

Coyotetooth found his way to the call of Chilledstar, taking his place in the crowd below. His gaze locked onto the leader and then turning to the crowd. The tom felt pride for those that earned their names, not to mention Frostbite becoming a lead warrior. It was something that was deeply deserved. He hoped the rest of the clan felt the same regarding each of the promotions.

The chocolate tabby sighed, hearing the names of those kits that were still missing. All he wanted to do was to find them, stick to the shadows and look through each of the clans. However, that would not be met well nor would it be beneficial to anyone in this situation. Would war be upon them? Would they find them alive? There were many variables and the messy feline shook his head. It was odd that there wasn't a trace of them. If they weren't with them, their bodies would have been found or some sign. So, it made the puzzle even more difficult to solve.

With the sound of dismissal, Coyotetooth went back to patrolling as always. His mind was set in dedication to the survival of ShadowClan to a fault.
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SHADOWCLAN ✦ WARRIOR ✦ 16 MOONS ✦ CHOCOLATE CARAMEL TABBY​

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