§ ѕнα∂σω ¢ℓαη § (Shadow Clan) (Accepting, Needs Toms!)

[нana ѕong]

Nightshade huffs slightly, turning back towards the water as Waningpaw seems to be having trouble with it. "I see what you problem is...its the water reflections right? It may seem like the sme fish is in two spots at once but it isnt. You just have to use your eyes to figure out the real one," she mews calmly, staying in her sitting position. She wasnt about to relax with Flintpaw behind her. If that sly apprentice tried anything shed claw his ears off. Focusingback on the fishing lesson, she looks over at the white cat. "Get it? Or do i need to explain that better?"

(Ok i gotta go to bed. Im exhausted Dx goodnight~)

[DragonWill]

(good night.... *passes out on keyboard*)

Waning nodded. "What if there are tons of one fish...?" He asked, staring dizzily at the water. "So many fish.... In circles..." He had trouble choosing a single fish to focus on. "Lots of little swimmy fish..." He sat back, clearly very dizzy. "MY head hurts..." He complained. "Fishing is hard..." But despite his complaining, Waningpaw shook his head and looked at the water again. "Which one is real..." He glared at a pair of fish before realizing both were fake. They moved weird and turned into other fish. He smiled. He just had to watch, and be patient. It was about calculating your chances, not just hunting. "It's like trying to escape!" He told himself. He pictured the fish as cats, all blocking the entrance to the camp. He was a kit still, trying desperately to make a clean run from the nursery to the edge of camp. He paused for a second, then dashed forwards, eyes dead ahead, too focused to look at anycat who saw him. The path had been clear to his goal so he had to make it. He yelped as his paw touched something scaly. He flicked his paw back out of the water and watched as the fish he had touched go flying in the air. "Yes!" he called, watching it splash back into the river. "I caught one! I got it!"

[Rizzoli & Isles]

anyone open for tinykit or Nightfang?)

[NovaSkye]

((Featherstar and Tigereye are going to see Tinykit, but I'm going to sleep soon. Also. Um. What happened. I'd like a recap, please?))

[Rizzoli & Isles]

( I have no clue what happened.. I just logged in and yea..)

[нana ѕong]

(From now on anyone that wants a recap, i'll post one on the discussion thread if asked and if i knowwhats going on. Thats what its for no?)

Nightshade watches Waningpaw curiously to see what he will do. He seemed to be mainly talking to himself at nyrate, which she didnt mind. She used to do that too when trying to remember something. So, she simply watches, soon noticing the look of complete determination and concentration on Waningpaws face. He was going to catch one this time. She was sure of it. No latter has that thought crossed her mind before Waningpaws paw flashed into the water again. A fish was launched out of the water, though ended up landing back in the river. The white tom didnt seem to care though, so Nightshade let out a soft purr. "That you did! Though, it seems to be getting kind of late. Do you want to head back now?" She asks, looking over at the young cat.

[DragonWill]

(Good idea. And I am bad with recaps as I follow only a few characters at a time.)

WaningPaw looked up, a stupid grin on his face. "Alright, but we don't have anything to bring back." He looked around, looking at Flint as well. "But it is late..." He shivered, remembering stories of what it was like outside of the camp after nightfall. The queens had told the kits all sorts of terrifying monsters hid out here. Waning also remembered a lot of the time the stories were directed at him. He was definately the smallest cat in this group, though, and thus the easiest prey. "Yeah, let's go back..." He said, a slight tremor in his voice as the sun went down.

[нana ѕong]

Nightshade flicks her ears, motioning towards her fish. "We have a fish at least. Doubt anyone will eat it besides myself though but you never know," she mews back. She had just been about to pick up her fish when she heard Waningpaws tremored mew. "Its alright Waningpaw. Their probably isnt anything dangerous out tonight," she assures before clasping her jaws around the fish. "Lesh go," she mews around the fish, heading for the trees. The setting sun would make it hard for the younger cat to follow her with her pitch black pelt. Of course he had his nose, but panic could always make a cat forget about that.

[DragonWill]

Waning followed close behind Nightshade, despite her reassuring words. He realized that despite being out all day, he had caught nothing. It was odd to think of how long he had been out here. He glanced up at the black pelted cat and mewed softly, "What about badgers?" He looked around as if even saying their name could summon them. He had heard that badgers were huge and could easily eat a kit. And even though he was six moons old, Waning realized he still was small enough to be eaten. His heart was racing, even as he tried to calm himself. Were these stories just stories the queens had told him to try and stop his rebellious nature and keep him in the den? They had made it seem like everything was real though. "Just stories..." he told himself. He stuck closer to Nightshade though. Waningpaw looked around, studying the bushes. All the birds had stopped chirping as the sun began to set, giving the forest an eerie silence.

[ToxicGlow]

Flintpaw

Flintpaw followed Nightshade and Waningpaw some fox-lengths behind in a bush. He heard someone collapse behind him as he looked behind. Flintpaw realized that it was a branch, he padded towards it and sniffed at it. There was no storm and there was certainly no cat there to have done something. He heard a rustling in the bushes as a white and black animal lunged itself towards him. Flintpaw quickly unsheathed his claws and clawed at the badger, tumbling to the ground. Feeling claws raking down his underbelly, he got to his paws and ran away, finding his way to camp as the badger chased him. Flintpaw soon looked back and saw that the badger was gone. He started to get to camp, glancing sideways as if he were in the middle of a attack.