Posts by SMOKEPAW.

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A triumphant gleam filled his electrifying optics at the frown that seemed to soften, taking the lessening of his grimace an accomplishment, he returned the simple gesture with a more rumbling purr that vibrated strongly in his chest, now. His expression eased as his friend's head rested on his shoulder, serenity painted on his youthful features. He relished in such closeness from the tabby, allowing it to calm the remnants of his anxieties like his presence seemed to always do. Though, Oakpaw's words seemed to abruptly cut the quivering purr short, a strange twinge sparking in his belly at the mention of his feelings for the former leader. His smile faded and was replaced with a saddened frown, breaking the stare he held on the mocha striped tom, instead directing his attention toward the commotion among Thunderclan and a tortoiseshell she-cat who's name he figured was Olivebranch. The animosity between them caused a lump to form in his throat, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched the horrid scene unfold. This was too much drama and for what?

Suddenly, the light illuminated by the circular moon had dimmed to almost total darkness. He instinctively tensed, claws extending to puncture the grassy terrain. A resounding clap of thunder shook the ground below him, inclining his skull to stare up at the now blackened sky. What in tarnation Starclan? This was peculiar. Smokepaw pressed into his fellow Shadowclan apprentice, resting his chin on the top of his head while securing his tail around him. "I... I-I don't know but I think it may be a sign from Starclan.."

[ could someone just post with their leader to announce things, please? ]

WELCOME TO THE LAND OF SHADOWS
WHERE THERE ARE COOOOOOKIEEEEEEEESSSSSSS

wot in immy superior altercation

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Light pawsteps announced the arrival of the medicine cat apprentice, attempting to bring less attention to himself, a practiced skill he learned on his own while traversing the forests in search of a new home. The bitter scent of herbs wafting from his fur could easily confirm of his position within his clan- a very critical status that he wasn't even sure he should be holding. The alabaster and ash colored Maine Coon ambled quietly through the small crowd that formed, maneuvering carefully to avoid any contact. The complex, individual scents mixing together were odd and confusing as they were all foreign to him, never setting foot outside of Shadowclan's territory, too afraid to do so. He recognized the musk of oak and damp moss belonging to Thunderclan; Thornstar's visit to his home to announce the change in leadership. He could still smell traces of her noticeable scent along the border, it was such a strong aroma.

His clear optics flickered upward, sweeping across the line of leaders settled atop the massive rock, noticing a spot was empty where Snakestar would have sat. Now, the ebony leader was gone and would surely never return- hopefully. Smokepaw stole a glance over toward the brown tabby he had been walking with, lowering his head down to match his height and get a good glimpse at the defeated expression plastered on his face. The apprentice frowned and craned his neck forward, pressing his anchor-tinted nose against his cheek, nudging his broad shoulder against him to catch his attention. "Don't look so glum, Oakpaw," he whispered, offering him a smile filled with warmth and reassurance. His feathery tail rested across the striped tom's shoulders, a soft purr rumbling in his chest with hope that he could at least trigger a smile from him.

He wondered what kind of discussion would be between the clans; announcing major or subtle changes within each group? He wasn't too keen on what exactly the reason for these kind of meetings, having been raised as a kittypet for a portion of his life, he was clueless about many things regarding the feral cats.

yeeeeee!

i have a trad. adoption for smokepaw's half-siblings! i couldn't squeeze in a spot for you! but your character will have to be at least 5 months old

welcome to shadowclan jade!! we're lucky to have you~ i understand your love of roleplaying and i share it!

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The wind brushed softly against the wisps on top of his ears, the tufted auricles twitching from the disturbance. The breeze was like a soft whisper caressing his eardrums, as if the forest was trying to communicate with him through the gentle gust, rustling the fallen leaves on the ground in the process. If he had been the prince he once was, he wouldn't have ever stepped foot outside the warm den of his twolegs, too afraid he may get his precious coat dirty. That was his old life; pampering, being treated like a prince, in which he didn't deserve. A heavy sigh passed his lips, eyebrows furrowing as he took a step away from the herbs he barely knew the names of, but identified them by their sweet or bitter scents. Embertail was missing, it tied his stomach into knots of worry, his training having been put on hold due to the medicine cat's disappearance. He needed a mentor to teach him that he needed being the only one qualified for the job. He needed to speak with Twoface about this plight. Trotting from the medicine den, he sauntered toward the large oak that grew along the bramble walls that surrounded the camp. He poked his head in through the roots, Snakestar's scent rather faint though a more heavier aroma was of Twoface. "Two-Twoface? Cicatrixf-face? I... I have a request if you'll share with me your time.."

@CICATRIXFACE @TWOFACE

[ tracking ]

( TRACKING UNTIL I GET ON MY LAPTOP )

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If it hadn't been for the abundance of the deputy's scent, his voice would have startled him, but Smokepaw expected his response. His ears folded backward at his stuttered reply, sensing a disturbance within the ivory tom. Something was troubling him, though, it wasn't time to question his issues. Taking a step inside, the apprentice's head was lowered, and his tailed tucked between his legs. "Em-Embertail is gone," he blurted, casting his electrifying optics away from Cicatrixface. That was an obvious observation, there was no need to tell him what he probably already knew. He inhaled deeply, chewing on the inside of his cheek, the pointed edges digging into his flesh which opened up the sores that were previously healing. A silence settled between the two, his words lingering in the pits of his mind. It was strange saying those words, after the disappearance of Snakestar, the question of who would be next lurked within the shadows like a predator stalking it's prey. Was Embertail a victim of he twolegs' curiosity with the feral cats?

A burning sensation sizzled in his chest, taking a moment to realize that he was holding his breath, and his head was spinning from the lack of oxygen. He released the air he had taken captive in his lungs, inhaling sharply with his maw parted to speak. "I-I need a, uh, mentor. Should... Should I go to another clan to ask for help?"

noted~

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[ ah, possibly but i was looking forward to smoke finding himself one icly c: ]

His eleventh moon was approaching in just a few days and he barely even scratched the surface of healing. He knew only basic things that were useful in situations where a cat had a small cut, not a serious infection or an almost fatal wound. What if there came a cat that were so badly hurt and he was unable to do a thing about it? What kind of medicine cat would he be? A small whine escaped from him, twisting his back around to rasp his tongue along the hairs sticking up along his spine. "I-I was thinking about Skyclan? Um... C-Could you escort me? I-I don't want to go alone.."

[ ehh sorry, i'm a bit museless, today ]

What would her former name be? c:

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Flinching at Twoface's sudden vociferation, Smokepaw spun on the balls of his feet to face the split-faced tom, his shoulders hunched forward, and his pastel blue eyes widened. He tucked his head in to nip at his chest area, licking down the ruffled fur quickly, the action loosening his tensed shoulders. He wold cast Cicatrixface a fleeting glance, wrapping his tail across his large paws. Audenine- was it? The Skyclan medicine cat who had more of a loner name, suspecting that he wished to keep the foreign title for personal reasons. His jaws tightened shut, clenching and unclenching his teeth together, waiting for Cicatrixface's response.

tracking!!
um a small suggestion would be to encourage everyone to post with 1 full paragraph or more or try to match post length

MEDICINE CAT HALF-MOON GATHERING

I could make another mass adopts if everyone is cool with that. c:

I could make a few NPC x NPC litters but give them names, backgrounds, ect. it'd be cool c:

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Night had fallen, the twinkling dots of silverpelt and the fraction of the moon shining down upon the forest, lighting a clear path for the feathery tom to hesitantly follow. He'd only ever stepped outside of camp to travel to the Fourtrees for the gathering, which was long ago, but now he was traversing to Mothermouth without his mentor. He was a simple apprentice with barely any training, with a guide who had disappeared. How could he resolve this grand predicament? The guidance of the other medicine cats could push him onto the right path. There had to be someone that could help him. Releasing a heavy sigh into the night's cool air, the long-haired tom trekked further along the trail that appeared to be lit by Starclan. Wide ice blue optics darted around the starlit territory, flinching at every animal call or rustle in the foliage, having to convince himself that it was just prey, he could defend himself against prey, couldn't he? The sight of the jagged stones ahead caused the apprentice to quicken his pace, knowing from the directions Embertail had once told him, explaining the entire concept of the half-moon.

At his arrival, the Maine Coon avoided eye contact from the others, silently seating himself down. Though, at Audenine's announce, he glanced upward to steal a glimpse at the striped cat. "I-Is Skyclan alright?" he asked, knitting his eyebrows together.