Posts by Ratshadow

Ratshadow never held emotion in her face. The feline wasn't cold-hearted or anything. She just had a hard time letting the walls down to show some feelings. But she did really care for her clan mates. Even if they didn't know it. Her brown eyes watched them, seemingly struggle to find the right words. The warrior didn't mean to make them nervous. She wanted all her clan mates to speak to her freely. Especially a former apprentice, like Oliveslip.

"Good. Even medicine cats need to know how to protect themselves." though, she hopes there is never a day where their medicine cats are attacked. But it was always best to be well prepared. "You are not the first apprentice of mine to change their path. But you are here, still loyal to Shadowclan. Which is all I could ever ask from you." her mind tickled back to memories of Sunfeather. Who had been her apprentice before leaving Shadowclan for Darkclan. It left a bitter taste in her mouth to remember the day they tried to visit her. Unloyalty was something she couldn't easily forgive.

"Icefeather is a good mentor and has been around for a long time now. So be sure to listen to them."

Ratshadow made her way over and sat down. She was happy to see Sorrelstar back up on the clan rock. Her brown eyes looked around before focusing on her former mentor. The warrior wondered what subjects would be touched upon this time around. She wondered if the slight Skyclan drama at the gathering would be mentioned. Gatherings seem to be the new moonly drama for all the clans these days. But she hoped everything else was going well. "" .

She had a bitter taste in her mouth and it was honestly pathetic. Ratshadow had no right to feel anything but joy for these kits entering the world today. But she was a bit jealous of Nightfire. The warrior carried no emotion as she sat outside the den, her brown eyes looked around. Hornetsting would be here soon. She wanted to wait to give him a 'good-luck' before he went in to support the queen inside. Because she was his friend, nothing more. The warrior would probably then leave camp to keep herself busy. As this wasn't about her, it was about Nightfire and the lives she was bringing in. "" .

Bloodclan. No matter how many times the clans would straight out hate them, they were always there. Ratshadow had yet to meet the current leader, Bune, but she assumed Bloodclan was same old. The only leader she had kind of liked was Ruth, for trying to make Bloodclan more like the other clans. Now they were here, dead on the border of Shadowclan. What a shame.

Ratshadow didn't know much about Wildseas. The inky molly had crossed paths with them maybe twice but she never really saw their leadership in action. Whatever choices they had made lead them here. For better or worse. Her brown eyes look over Hornetsting for a moment. Did he know these two well? Would he be comfortable with them in camp? Where his kits were. She was protective over all her clan mates and was hesitant on bringing this former Bloodclanner in. Just like she was with any outsider. But Ruth was dead, a molly this tom seemed to care deeply for. She felt some sympathy for him. She knew what it was like to have a mate stripped away before they could start a family together. It was heart breaking.

Her face was emotionless as her clan mates talk around her. Brown eyes staring at the torn corpse in front of them. "I'm sorry for your loss." words were a soft touch against her blank facial expression. She didn't need to be sorry but she was. "Sorrelstar has the final say if he gets to stay. For now, Oliveslip, do you think you could give him a quick look over here? I would rather keep him far from camp till Sorrelstar or Briarthorn give the okay." Ratshadow looked to Wildseas, "That is, if you still want help?"

It was odd in a way to see Wildseas like this. She supposed it would be weird to see any former leader like this. Broken, sobbing, begging for help. Ratshadow glanced at Icefeather who made her way over. Of course they would bury her. Every cat deserved to be buried, no matter their crimes. Plus, their rotten corpse is something she didn't want to smell any time soon. So they would bury her.

The warrior looked to Oliveslip, her former apprentice, wondering if this was their first body. "I can help you bury her." Ratshadow offered, thinking it was best to get started as they waited for the leader. Or maybe even the deputy would come around soon. She looked at Hornetsting once more before her brown eyes focused on the outsider among them. Wanting to say something, but nothing could make this better. So she just waited for the tom to reply before they would start to bury Ruth.

A threat? That could mean anything. Ratshadow rolled out of her nest and into the camp. Brown eyes sharp and alerted. "Okay. Follow me and stay close till we know what it is." the senior warrior said, padding out of camp with whoever chose to follow her. The inky feline went in the direction she had been given. Freezing in place when she heard a roar like no other. What in Starclan could that be? "Stay on your toes. Someone go back and tell Icefeather to be ready. Something that can make that noise... Starclan. Just- tell her to be prepared." the warrior felt her heart beat fast.

It was then, the beast, came into view. Ratshadow had never seen a bear before, it nearly rivaled those thunderpath monsters. Starclan, give her clan mates strength. She didn't have time to put the pieces together of why it was here. But she needed to act fast, with enough warriors they could drive this thing out. The molly noticed Hornetsting and Vanillathorn were already at it. They would need help to scare off the thing, since there was no way they could kill it. Right?

"Apprentices stay back and go get more warriors! Don't let this beast get near the camp!" she ordered out, eyes narrowing on Hornetsting. He was a father. His kits were back in camp. Nightfire was waiting on him. Ratshadow bit back the urge to yell at him to retreat, to go back to camp. To be a father to those kits and never let them go. Why was she so emotional? The she-cat snapped out of it, looking for a plan of attack.

The bear was focused on the two warriors before it. Ratshadow did what she knew best, sneaking. She disappeared into the shadows, making her way around the bear. Before dashing out, aiming to fling herself onto its side. Then trying to climb up its side, digging her claws into it. The warrior you try to do as much damage as possible before jumping off.

Kits. There was no doubt she had a soft spot for them. It was hard not to. They were the future of Shadowclan, future warriors and medicine cats. Ratshadow had felt this way about kits since the day she failed to protect one. Moons ago, when rats raided the camp. Ratpaw had failed. But Ratshadow wouldn't. Her brown eyes looked from a distance at the two interacting. One day, they would be apprentices. It was excited to see such young cats grow up to be something like her equal.

Though, many never make it as far as she has. It was rare to see cats live pass twenty moons these days. But she hoped they would make it. The warrior kept her eyes on them from a distance but didn't get close. "" .

Death. Ratshadow was familiar with it and had even experienced it. She had lost two lives back when she was the leader of Shadowclan. The warrior had seen many go to death and never come back. It was something she never grew use to or even numb to. She didn't think it was possible to ever just except death right away. Even now, moons later, she still wasn't over Yowlthroat. She didn't even know if they were truly dead or not. That bit of hope is what hurt the most.

There had never been a body to bury. Her mate could very well be alive and just never return. Or maybe, they had died, just not in the territory. It was frustrating never really knowing what happened to them. But that was the case for many cats in her life. Like her mother, littermates, friends who just weren't there one day. Ratshadow found that it felt an unpleasant feeling in her gut. So she would often go on solo patrols to clear her mind of the possibly dead. Which is what brought her back to the border that she had recently been at before. The grave that was dug here was beginning to blend into the territory. One day, no one would even know a cat was buried there.

That's when she took notice of Wildseas. Ex-Bloodclan leader who showed up here with another dead ex-Bloodclan leader. She wondered why they had choosen to run to Shadowclan of all clans. Maybe it was just a last ditch effort to save Ruth. Something she could understand but still held cautious around the tom. "Wildseas." her voice cuts through the silence, her face emotionless. She wondered how long they had been out here.

She couldn't believe how quickly kits grew up. Ratshadow remembered when Diamondkit and their siblings had been born. How she stood outside the nursery as wished Hornetsting good luck before he went to join Nightfire. The senior warrior was now watching the once crying ball of fur wonder around the camp. Starclan, soon they would be apprentices. Time really did fly by. Ratshadow still remembered when she was a kit and now she was a full grown molly in her prime. Scarred. But still kicking.

Her brown eyes followed their line of questioning as she made her way closer to the young she-cat. "I believe that's lavender." she replied, wondering if they took an interest in herbs.

When those kits of Hornetsting were first born, she was afraid to get close to them. Why? She wasn't too sure of why herself. The bitter taste filled her mouth and she left utterly pathetic. Her emotionless face watched Adderkit. It was amazing to watch the grow, knowing one day they would be fine warriors. Though, she wondered if Diamondkit would try to become a medicine cat. Since they had been asking questions about lavender earlier. Either path was honorable.

Her brown eyes look up to the larger tom. They seemed tired and she wondered if their was anything she could do to help out. But again, it almost felt wrong to connect with his kits. They weren't hers. That shouldn't matter. Ugh. She should have known better to get close to someone again. Her heart ached with silly jealousy for Nightfire. It was mouse brained in all honesty. The small molly got to her paws and made her way over anyways. Offering a kind smile, geez did she not know how to play it cool any more? "Giving your ol' man a hard time?" she gently teased, hoping to recover from her false smile.

She somtimes found herself birdwatching on a peacful day. But her mind was far to concerned about the bear that had been here recently. So she liked the idea of doing what Tansyface said. Drawing up bugs would help lure in the bird to catch one or two of them. Ratshadow thought it was a little strange to see Tansyface carrying a litter. But she expected them to be a better mother than anyone would give them credit for. "We could work together to get a bird or two." .

"Just checking in." she says, wondering how they were fairing so far. Had they ate? Would they be staying here for long? She wasn't here to kit-sit them. Ratshadow had a lot of questions but she didn't voice any of them at the moment. She didn't expect them to try anything but she couldn't fully trust them. The lost of a love one could make a tom do crazy things. Ratshadow still remembered the tantrum Caledon threw when he thought Waspwing had passed.

"Don't thank me. Every cat deserves to be buried, no one should turn into crow food." no matter how evil the cat. Though, she didn't think Ruth as evil. She had actually liked the she-cats will to try and change Bloodclan. To get them going to gatherings. Not much has changed but maybe a couple of moons from now Bloodclan would really seem like another forest clan attending the gatherings. So long as Starclan allows it. "Are you staying in Shadowclan for long?"