i pray for bones to break // 09.04 meeting

[SABLESTAR]

Sablestar returned to his buttonbush throne, brushing his pelt between the low hanging honey-bell flowers. The vibrant pale ivory flowers had begun to wilt as they slowly crawled into the next season, and soon it would shed it's vibrant green leaves and return to the shriveled dull bush that first greeted him. The rest of camp would follow close behind. It would not be long before the clouds hung heavy through the pines again and leave a chill over the pocosin.

"ShadowClan, it is time again." The tuxedo's meow reached to each corner of camp as he settled. "We have some much deserved ceremonies tonight, starting with Blightkit." A white-plumed tail motioned for the kit to approach in the space between him and the rest of the Clan. Curious Blightkit, who had grown within ShadowClan's nursery and was ready to traverse the pocosin as a -paw.

"Blightkit, as you reach your sixth moon you may now leave the nursery and find your place among your new denmates. From this day forward you will be known as Blightpaw, and your training will be under Hollowmist's watch." Marred eyes looked to the longhaired chimera with a pointed nod. It's siblings had proven a capable reputation among them already, and he expected for them to follow through just the same.

"And Mockingkit-" He swept his gaze to the next kit. "you join Blightpaw with the apprentices tonight. As Mockingpaw, your training will be conducted by Grayflight. May his quickness and cunning provide all you need to warriorhood." His meow is prideful, watching with each meeting as his warriors and their trainees grow.

"Vulturepaw, you may step forward." His eyes rest on the scarred, dark coated cat next. The first to show of Wolfpack's expertise, Sablestar was eager to give Vulturepaw his next stage into warriorhood. "After your last assessment, I've decided Wolfpack has shown you all that is necessary to become a warrior, as you've shown to have inherited some of his strengths." Like many of the Clans recent warriors, Vulturepaw stood among them as a lost child on the path of finding somewhere, something, new to call their own. He had fought mysteries from before ShadowClan had greeted him, that much was obvious, and Sablestar wondered what that may do in his newfound independence.

"Vulturepaw, in honor of your stealth and boldness, you will now be known as Vulturehound!" A slight nod to the cat who trained him as well.

Sablestar paused as he acknowledged the crowd of cats once more. He did not have to search long for who he needed, and as their eyes locked onto one another he felt the tie between them tug in immediate understanding. "Stoatpaw, you have completed your warrior training." The moons of working with guiding paws and striking discipline had been both the longest and shortest span of moons he had endured. He had grown used to hardly being alone, to having someone his charge and give direction to. He had watched her go from a shy stumbling apprentice to the molly that stood now, a devoted and stubborn warrior that had proven herself quick to adapt and unshaken by the trials of Clan life. She endured each day as the rest of them did, working and tilling at his side and seeing almost all that came with the responsibility of leadership. Almost closer than Wolfpack.

"After six moons in my care, I give you to the warriors den. There, you may give the Clan all that I have taught you and more with a name deserving of your rank. Stoatpaw, from this moment on the world will know you as Stoatstream- for your ability to remain calm and in control." Sablestar twitched his tail-tip behind him as he stood to approach her touching his nose to her forehead in a quiet sendoff.

"That is all tonight, you are dismissed." Sablestar turned away in haste to make his way toward the camp's entrance, his paw twitching away the strange emptiness in the space his apprentice would normally take.

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• yay to our new apprentice and warriors!!
  @Blightkit -> @Hollowmist
  @Mockingkit -> @Grayflight
  @VULTUREPAW -> VULTUREHOUND
  @Stoatpaw -> STOATSTREAM
  "mew"
• 

  SABLESTAR— he/him ･sixty moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[Grayflight]

┍

Grayflight followed his other Clanmates to the Clan meeting, his long pelt brushing against familiar scents. Something about the land they lived in permeated everyone's personal scent, and he found comfort in the uniqueness of it. He took his seat by the other Thieves, watching as Blightkit and Mockingkit were brought forward. That's right, they would be apprentice age about now - it wasn't that long ago that he remembered Blightkit staring wide-eyed at the fireflies while Stoatpaw explained why the bugs had come to visit.

He purred as Blightpaw was apprenticed, and then was preparing to cheer for both new apprentices when he heard his name. He tried not to let the shock show as he caught Mockingpaw's eye, giving her a slow blink and a smile as he approached.

"It's an honor to be named your mentor," he murmured, dipping his head to the young cat. His ceremonial duty performed, he listened as two new warriors were made - Vulturehound and Stoatstream. He cheered for the two, fondness evident in his voice.

Greenleaf was treating them well after all. ShadowClan was thriving.

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OOC

Tagging: Mockingpaw

BIO

ShadowClan Thief
58 moons || he/him
SPEECH || THOUGHTS
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[FLEAFIRE]

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Once again, she's there, wriggling with barely contained excitement. When her best friend is bestowed her warrior name she screams it as loud as her lungs will let her. "STOATSTREEEEEAAAMMM LETS FUCKING GO!!" The whole thing was bittersweet, having graduated before her friend. Part of her wished they could've done so together, but the rest of her kind of reveled in that. Having graduated earlier than any of her peers—even her most important friend. Though no one would question that, not with how she stripped her lungs bare to make sure everyone heard her friend's new name.

Fleafire might've been a little jealous at first about her getting Sablestar, but she didn't have to be anymore. Froststorm was more than enough for her, if anything having an ancient ShadowClanner for a mentor was just as cool if not cooler.

As for Vulture…whatever.. couldn't have given two piles of dung about him. Far as she was concerned, only one warrior was standing up there. Wolfpack being his mentor didn't mean nothin'. Pfft, honestly Wolfpack was wasted on him. Too good for that dog-breath, big ass leg havin', weird face...

Ugh! So yeah, she wouldn't spare him even a syllable. All of her energy was poured into making sure Stoatstream knew how proud she was. "STOATSTREAM! STOATSTREAM!"

When the meeting was over, she's the first to rush up there to greet Stoatsteam. Toes were mashed as she barrels under and through others to get to her. Fleafire showers the white molly with affectionate head bumps.

A crackly purr ripples in her chest when she steps back. "–For your ability to remain cool and in control.'" That last bit she does her best Sablestar impression, before chuckling. "He really picked good, it fits you perfect!" If Coalstrike said she could be like a fire blazing through the forest, then Stoat was a stream coursing effortlessly onward. Or err something like that...

// Mentions of @VULTUREPAW @WOLFPACK and @Stoatpaw

They don't know, they can't see

FLEAFIRE

12 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson

Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.

Who we are, fear is the enemy

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

That night came to her almost like a haze; she knew how imminent that next meeting was, but as that night came to life, it felt nearly surreal. She had grown to keep her thoughts to herself, but anyone could see the sparkle in her eyes as Sablestar crested to the top of the buttonbrush that overlooked the camp. The first, she sat there and received a new name; she was tiny, and craning her neck up to read the leader's speech was incredibly difficult.

But that night, she sat shoulder to shoulder with her clanmates, the tallest she had ever felt, and it still didn't quite dawn on her.

Stoatpaw's eyes crinkled in joy as she cheered for the new apprentices. Blightpaw was sure to have... Opinions, she knew they had their mind set on a certain mentor, but even when she tried to let them down gently, they were simply fervent. But in the knowing paws of Hollowmist, they would thrive. As with sweet little Mockingpaw with Greyflight, two cats, Stoatpaw held in high regard. She knew one day, both apprentices would grow into incredible warriors, too.

For her reservations to Vulture, she still met his gaze with a smile, congratulating him for completing his apprenticeship. Sablestar wasn't a pushover of a tom, so Vulturehound had earned his name and his place amongst Shadowclan.

She didn't need to hear her name to feel Sablestar's eyes fall upon her, to which she met his gaze with a small smile tugging at her maw. For her inability to hear the tone of voice, it only meant she could read expressions all the better, and knowing the leader so well, she was slightly stunned to see a whisper of sorrow behind the purple eyes that met her with a stern gaze again and again. Her assessment was rife with fury and tension; she had disagreed with him, and the two argued fiercely. But even despite it, she stubbornly continued her assessment, determined to prove herself worthy.

And, evidently, Sablestar had decided she was.

Stoatstream.

The name curled about her lips as she wordlessly spoke it to herself. Her eyes lit up in an uncontrollable joy, even as the bittersweet moment of Sablestar's gentle send-off to her. A nose to her forehead, just as he had when he took her as his apprentice.

She met the leader's gaze with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Sablestar, I will always be grateful to have been mentored by you." She hadn't always been the best apprentice, it was evidenced enough by her behaviour in the prior few moons, but even so, the tom had been steadfast in ensuring she graduated as a warrior Shadowclan could be proud of.

And clearly, they were. Fleafire came tumbling towards her, shoving past clanmates and affectionately headbumping her as they always did. Stoatstream couldn't help but laugh warmly. Flea was always there to hype her up (and make fun of Sablestar), and nothing would change that. "Thanks, Flea. I'd been worried about my name for so long, but I don't know why I was."

Her eyes crinkled in a smile. It was a lovely change of pace to really celebrate something. So much had happened in the moons since she was apprenticed, but it was worth it in the end. "Do you think Sablestar made us match on purpose? Y'Know, water and fire?" It was fitting, they really should have gotten along like fire and water, they were so different, but that was just why they had ended up so close growing up.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC -

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 12 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire and Monsterpaw
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
[/COLOR] penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Blightpaw]

Now is the time that Blightkit had felt like they had been waiting for their whole life, large orange eyes wide as their for-once perfectly groomed fur was kept as neat as possible to show that they could be tidy, that they could be put together. Ears pricked as high as possible on the smoke's head as they watched Sablestar when the meeting was gathered and began, paws showing their energy and excitement as they bounced back and forth on the floor, tail tip flicking as already wide smile grew wider as they were the first name mentioned, the first to be apprenticed - it was going to be a good day.

They moved forward when motioned to, beaming to be the center of attention - well deserved - but as Sablestar continued to speak, that wide smile faded, jaw slack open in confusion and surprise as the mentor that was named for them was not Fleafire, the one they had been begging for, but instead Hollowmist, a cat that they knew but weren't close to. World faded around them, not caring if the disappointment was clear as day, head turning to look towards Hollowmist, catching it's eyes for a moment before ears moved back just slightly, shoulders and tail slumping before they tried to swallow their pride and straighten up once more.

Luckily the attention wasn't on them for long before warriors were made, cheering was happening, and as quickly as the meeting had begun it was over and Blightkit - no, Blightpaw tried to meld back into the crowd, for once in their life silent as no questions but why? burned through their head.

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BLIGHTKIT they/them, shadowclan 6 moons old.
black smoke with orange eyes
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / parent / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[CICADABUZZ]

CICADABUZZ, 32 moons / shc + med. cat
a SH cinnamon tabby/chocolate tortie chimera w/ black eyes
parent to cloudberrypaw, hemlockpaw, mistletoepaw ; mentor to magpiepaw
a reserved, pragmatic healer driven by duty rather than sentiment

Cicadabuzz sits among the gathered cats, their expression unreadable, a faint shadow of herbs still clinging to their tail from earlier work. They do not cheer with the same exuberance as others, though their gaze follows each apprentice and warrior in turn. When Blightpaw slumps, the medicine cat notes the flicker of disappointment—ears flattening, shoulders drooping—but does not intervene. The world seldom gives what one asks for; Hollowmist will shape them differently than Fleafire ever could.

Their eyes shift briefly to Mockingpaw beside Grayflight, then to Vulturehound standing taller in his new name. Cicadabuzz acknowledges him with a slow blink, nothing more, before settling their focus on Stoatstream. They watch Sablestar's nose touch the young warrior's brow, and they incline their head the slightest degree, as though quietly affirming the choice. Calm and in control—yes, that name is suitable. Around them, voices rise, cheers battering against the clearing like wind in the reeds. Cicadabuzz does not join in, but neither do they leave. They remain steady, a still point at the edge of celebration, observing the tangle of pride, grief, and disappointment weaving through the camp like smoke When the meeting ends, they rise soundlessly, brushing against the earth as they turn toward their den. The Clan thrives; the season turns; names change. Cicadabuzz keeps watch, as always.

 

[Mockingpaw Mockingpaw]

- • Mockingkit • -

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Mockingkit stood still next to Blightkit, both were to be apprenticed today and the molly did not know who to expect that they'd get, yellow gaze scanning around her before she and the other was called forth. Her breath hitched slightly before holding onto it. Blightkit was called first, recieving their newly appointed rank and Hallowmist deemed their mentor, a hint of disappointment seemed to clung clearnonto the other and then, it had been her turn.

Grayflight would be deemed her mentor, another theif amongst the warriors alongside Hallowmist and Mockingpaw's nose wrinkled slightly before moving to greet their newly appointed mentor. A curt nod in acknowledgment to the words spoken to her, "I won't let you down" she stated coolly, she'll do her best to make her mentor proud, surely and did not mind who had been made her mentor, no twinge of disappointment coded on the monotoned face of the young apprentice.

Of course their attention would be quickly shifted to the newly named warrior and Mockingpaw silently listened as the cheers call out the newly named Stoatstream and Vulturehound.

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"Speak" ● "Thoughts"​

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[Hollowmist's iconHollowmist]

♢Worried 'Bout The Future

Ain't Fuckin' With The Past♢

It sat between its siblings as always, tail curled neatly around their paws as Sablestar spoke. New apprentices... They already had Hemlockpaw to train- it's blank gaze briefly darts to the apprentice in the crowd- but they supposed they could handle another in Blightpaw. Hemlockpaw was bright, if nervous and unsure of herself. She would make a fine warrior once she found herself.

The disappointment in their new apprentice's stance is not missed, and the chimera briefly shakes it's head with a frown before leaning into their brother's ear. "Wish me luck with that one." It was a jest, mostly.

They'd give Blightpaw tonight to get their feelings settled, but afterwards it expected them to train with it just like Hemlockpaw. While Fleafire was unmistakably a warrior in her own right she was far from prepared to teach another. Perhaps in time they'd understand that.

Ain't Got No Time To Waste On Bullshit

♢

You Know I Gotta Keep My Head On Straight

• ooc notes:
• 
  Hollowmist
  — Thief of Shadowclan
  — It/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — A LH Black/Fawn Chimera W/ High White (LaPerm)
  #a7767c

 

[bluegale bluegale]

REPAY ME IN KIND

Bluegale, similar to both of his siblings, keeps in close quarters to the two. The group of them are not unlike the three heads of the hound guarding the gates of hell as they gaze steadily up at Sablestar. Hungry, somehow. Bluegale sways where he sits, as if unable to sit still. Perhaps it's boredom, or some unspoken thrill that he no longer has his own apprentice to worry about, but he has never been the sort that sat nicely for any sort of attention-mandatory situation such as these. It isn't until Hollowmist's name is called that he freezes mid-sway.

"You're getting another one...?" he hisses in a voice that is not quite a whisper. His gaze, too, finds Hollowmist's other apprentice in the crowds. There isn't much to be said about Hemlockpaw to him, but he does know that Blightpaw might be the literal exact opposite. Hemlockpaw is sure to be dismayed about this at best. Or maybe he's just projecting onto the apprentice how he would have felt. There are worse things, he supposes. "You'll need it," He replies to it at their half-joke, but he stiffens when scrutinizing eyes land on Blightpaw among the crowds. Were they... disappointed to have Hollowmist as a mentor? Bluegale's ears flatten, offended for his sibling in their stead.

Hollowmist seems unfazed, but he wonders partly if it noticed the defeat on Blightpaw's face at all. "Maybe you should focus on your grateful apprentice," he suggests, using the same not-whispering hiss he used earlier. He moves on quickly, calling the names of Vulturehound and Stoatstream alongside his clanmates. Bluegale feels fortunate to escape another meeting with no apprentice. Even though his previous charge had been a walk in the park.

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⊹ bluegale is a shadowclan warrior who is gregarious and loud.
⊹ 43 moons old, ages on the first day of each month.
⊹ currently has no apprentice, formerly mentored websight.
⊹ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically easy
⊹ his parents are swan x meister and he is siblings to halfshade and hollowmist.
⊹ penned by carat, see his tags here.