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[shalestorm]

The changing of the seasons brings with it the ebb and flow of familiar faces, of friends who stay and friends who go. Shalestorm does not believe herself lacking in the friends department - hell, almost every cat she's ever had a friendly interaction with before will not leave that experience without Shale already imposing the label onto their relationship. Sometimes this was misplaced, sometimes she made the wrong call. But, other times, she ends up with something like a little sister. Like Ivypaw.

It's sort of a shame that Shalestorm hadn't been assigned as the mentor for the young 'paw, but such is life (and their then leader might have known that Shale likely would've gone a little too soft on Ivypaw, her fondness eclipsing her ability to teach well). Actually... maybe she should talk to Mirestar about being given an apprentice... training sounds like it could be super fun! She'd loved her own time training, and passing down a good experience to the future of the clan would be something she can see herself really loving. That said, the blue chimera has an actual goal in mind right now; go find Ivypaw and pester her about her training. It would be good to catch up! They haven't had a chance to really get together and share tongues lately!

"Ivypaw!" Shalestorm calls out, glancing around the clearing in search. She'd assumed the apprentice would be off duty right now, and after a quick sweep, it seems she's right. Grinning, the warrior makes her way over, sitting down beside her. "How's my favorite apprentice doing lately? How's training? Learn anything cool?" An onslaught of questions as is typical of the warrior, but there's no pressure to answer all of them, she's just in a good mood.

if I held your hand // would that be okay?

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  (img) Shalestorm * she/her* 26 moons
  blue point/blue chimera w/ low white; blue eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[IVYPAW]

Soaking in the warmth of the sun's rays, Ivypaw had almost dozed off when she'd heard Shalestorm's call, followed by the thump of her hitting the dirt beside her. "I'm your favorite apprentice?" Opening one eye, she grins up at the warrior. Seemingly having taken little from the warrior's question other than being told she's the favorite apprentice, it takes a moment for the rest of her words to sink in. "Nothing really that exciting." She shrugs with a wave of her paw dramatically, shifting to sit up slightly as she opens her other eye to look at Shalestorm.

ON THE STAGE IN MY HEELS ・❥・ ITS WERE I BELONG

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• IVYPAW
  ↪ ivypaw / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 08 moons / ages realistically on the 2nd
  ↪ shadowclan apprentice
  ↪ lh blue tortoiseshell smoke
  ↪ "speech" / thoughts
  ↪ peaceful/healing actions may be powerplayed / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ note: all thoughts/actions are based off ic opinions only !!
  ↪ penned by halimede
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[FERNDANCE]

Drifting through camp, the cinnamon tabby had found herself with little to do that day other than invade the conversation of others - not that she minded. In a world ever-changing and shifting through seasons, being a black sheep brought about a sense of normality, a humour in times that could often be cold and biting. Closer and closer the she-cat moved towards the pair until she caught the tail-end of conversation and Ivypaw's subtle shut-down of anymore small talk. Nothing really that exciting, the tortie declared. Ferndance tilted her head, looking at Ivypaw as if assessing something new and ethereal. "That's not true..." she mewed as if offended, blinking fervently towards the apprentice.

"I saw the other day you fought a Twoleg. And won." Emerald eyes twinkled in amusement, her curling whiskers following a similar train-of-thought. It was something so outlandish that there was seldom a soul in ShadowClan that would believe it, yet Ferndance's voice spoke with sincere inflections, as if somewhere within the deluge of a lie, there was a part of her that believed it might be true. There would come a time eventually where it would be, she was certain - today was not that day.

She reclined on her haunches and tilted her head. "How did you do it?"

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[STONEPAW]

Stonepaw was in a rare moment of rest. (Demanded, by his aching legs, truthfully.) The lilac tom had a half eaten frog in front of him, not really having been hungry, but knowing he should eat regardless. His tail tucked around him upon hearing Shalestorm mention Ivypaw as her favorite apprentice. He just had to be the best. Not the favorite. Ferndance, in all her odd glory, decided to add salt to this particular wound. Stonepaw snorted aloud, "tch, please, a two-leg?" without a ton of thought. Nobody was winning against a two-leg. Well, maybe Smogstar could've, but that was neither here nor there.

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• STONEPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan, eight moons
  ⭃ pretty lilac with low white and blue eyes. very driven, wants to be the best, pushy. has built up a bit of muscle but is still agile.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Twitchtail ↛ @iliawonders on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Apprenticeship was went... most exciting things happen, from getting to see beyond what lays within the camp bounds, to meeting the other clans that stretch beyond the horizons of their territory. To gatherings with these clans, and even training and learning things that will mold one into a warrior of Shadowclan one day. It was that fresh, new feeling that becomes a drill over time, but knowing that these things would shape one to be the best warrior needed for the clan, in the end it was worth it. Every bit of training as an apprentice was seemingly exciting and a part of Snowlark felt odd that hes only been a warrior for only 2 moons now and these were the thoughts that crest his own mind. Seeing these younger cats made him feel old, amusingly enough.

Yet, Ferndance decided to add her spun of a tale into the mix of the conversation while Stonepaw seemed not too impressed by the older warriors words which made Snowlark move to join in on the conversation. "Come now, Ferndance. I believe your eyes played tricks on you. Surely it was a fox that Ivypaw went up against" he chirped, his tone playful in the manner of how he spoke. A twoleg would be an impossible feat for even a warrior in reality but a fox? Now that would make a better spin to a story wouldn't it?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 14 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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