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  • SHADOWCLAN CHAT & MASS PLOTTING


    literally all my friends are saying the same thing as you quinn ha ha

    "i just wanna be freee!!"

    and here i am, completely unwilling to grow up lmao. i would honestly just stay home forever if my mom and i got along a little better, and if staying meant i'd go somewhere with my life. but tbh my family is really toxic and none of them are going to become anybody, and my only shot at getting a degree and money and a house and making a life for myself is to leave.

    but i'm a big baby tbh

  • LAYING TRAPS - open!


    any day now, sweetrose would have kits of her own running about, causing trouble. hopefully, theyd have the spirit of their long-gone sister. that same curiosity and desire to see the world.


    traps, though?


    "what if a shadowclanner gets hurt in them?" she worried, lips creasing in a frown, always fretting about the little things. "everyone couldn't know where all of them are. someone could run into one by accident. or what if a darkclanner is coming to ask for help, gets stuck, and we can't give our ally any assistance?"


    of course she was imagining the worst. maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was just sweetrose.


  • DAYDREAM [o, intro.]


    sweetrose remembered her first day in camp. well, her first real day. the day that she was strong enough to stay awake for more than a few minutes, as the fox bites healed and thefever wore off. she was intimidated by the sheer amoun of people, afraid of doing something wrong, being unwelcome, unliked. it was at this time that she'd met nightbird, beyond him carrying her half dead body back to camp. they'd talked and walked and he'd been her first real friend in the clan. ever, maybe. he shared his troubles, his worries, and she'd accepted him as he was.


    and now here she was. he was nightstar, she was his deputy, his mate, and the mother of his children. their first had run away, the first biological litter died - the little felines with her in the nursery were everything to the deputy now.


    "it's not as scary as it seems." she'd say quietly to her daughter from where she lie, giving her a small smile. "i was the new girl once, too. but it gets less scary, more exciting."



  • SOME NIGHTS — o, meet & greet


    she had cabin fever.


    her entire life, as a loner, sweetrose had explored the world. moving to shadowclan felt claustrophobic - but she'd gotten used to it. camp-bound though? sweetrose couldn't make it more than a few days without sneaking out for a patrol or two.


    she slowed herself. she did her share and came home to her children. she woke early inthe morning to order patrols, but didn't venture out too soon.


    the ginger feline had been returning with a hunting patrol, long legs carrying her swiftly, ginger fur lit up in the light like fire. she dropped her cathes, two mice and a vole, on the freshkill pile, her daughter catching her eye.


    sweetrose smiled at the littermates, sticking together to venture into the world. she was proud of them, being curious and willing to take a chance.


    "hey there, little ones," the deputy would purr to her children, moving closer with an encouraging grin.


  • SHADOWCLAN CHAT & MASS PLOTTING


    maybe a orange/rose thread??

    anyone want threads with rose? i've got a lot of free time after tomorrow lol

    field trip from 5am-5pm so i'll probably be completely dead tomorrow

    we did the first part today and i passed out as soon as i got home ha ha


  • smokey the bear said no [open, yew berries]


    the horror on the deputys face was nothing compared to the horror in her chest. "hemlock!" sweetrose shouted, rushing to her son immediately and moving to lift him by the scruff and move him even further from the berry.


    "don't ever touch those. one little lick and you'll die the most painful death imaginable." she told him, ears flat and worry in her eyes.