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"Now, if you think you're the biggest and toughest apprentice out there, you'll meet me at the training hollow at the first signs of dusk. Consider tonight like an initiation. If you win, you'll be the coolest apprentice in the clan. You'll get, like, incredible street cred, so much street cred that you'll barely be able to stand it. Maybe the warriors will even be impressed enough to let you eat at the big kid table every once in a while. Tonight's game is going to put your guts to the test, so don't even bother showing up if you don't have any. Rules of the game are simple. You'll spend the night in the Sunflower Cottage. If you get too scared and throw in the white flag before sunrise, you lose. If you're still in there when I come back in the morning, well, I'll be the first to admit I'll be impressed."
Cloudletter had issued the challenge to every apprentice in the clan individually. She wasn't sure how many of them had the audacity to show up. After all, the rumors about the Sunflower Cottage were... intense. Rumor said it was haunted, and rumor said the witch that haunted it... wasn't friendly. Things in the house started on their own, and it was safe to say, it was the creepiest part of the territory. But, that's what made it so fun. Some apprentices would rise to her challenge, and some wouldn't. It was going to be fascinating to see which ones did.
Her whiskers twitched as the first few apprentices started making their way into the hollow, her lips twisted into a slightly uncomfortable grin. "Well, well, well! I was beginning to think you all were too scared," she purred, delight in her tone. The game was about to begin, and Cloudletter couldn't wait.
this is primarily for apprentices ! however, cloudletter doesn't pay too much attention, so it isn't ... out of the question that another cat sneaks in winks
if you're tagged, you've got a summerclan apprentice !
As soon as the warrior — she didn’t know her name — had approached her and her brother, Clementinepaw had known they’d take her up on it, and they’d win. Even if this wasn’t a game for winning, they would win. They always won. She’d listened in hunched silence from beside Nectarinepaw, that faint smile on her face, the one that was like she’d smile through a funeral, not at the grief, but because she could see the ghost of the dead man — and she’d waited for her brother to accept on their behalf, because they never turned down an opportunity to do some swindling. All Clementinepaw had to do was nod along. They’ve faced far scarier things in the city than a haunted cottage; these were kit games.
“Why does she think anyone would be scared,” she said to her brother quietly, in that husky, crackling whisper, as they padded side by side down into the hollow, “of a little ghost.” As soon as she was near Cloudletter, however, she fell quiet, just gazing at her unwaveringly with her slight bug eyes.
Pride, dignity, it was all Nectarinepaw really had that was undoubtedly his. He would leave the biting guilt of his ways to the depths of the night, as in the day he would regard it (his intelligence, his skill, his planning, whatever it was at the moment) brazenly, and when the warrior had approached, spouting nonsense about a challenge against cats he didn't think too highly about anyway, it was against his very nature to turn it down. He had cast a quick, flicker of a glance at Clementinepaw, a slight, knowing smirk on his face, before graciously accepting with a nod. How silly it was that these clan cats were scared of a human house — it was one of the nicer ones Nectarinepaw had seen.
Nectarinepaw had set their pace to the hollow as a slow, lavish walk, humming in the brief moments of silence (he never let it last long at all, he was all words). He had always been too focused on everything within arm's reach that he hadn't taken time to consider anything but — everything he worried about was undoubtedly real, not ghost stories or fairytales. "She really came up to us and said 'i dare you to stay in a nice, comfortable cottage'. Leave it to the wild things that sleep in nests made of moss to be scared of quality. This is a dream come true." Wild things, as if he and Clementinepaw weren't.
He stopped a few paces short of Cloudletter, brows lifted in a display of sarcastic apathy. "Scared? Right, of course," he laughed to Clementinepaw, "the wooden walls are oh so terrifying, they might have molded over time. There might be wasps in the garden, or a bird in the rafters. We're terrified."
Monsterpaw was in a similar place to Nectarinepaw, except where the other had a (mostly) unwavering confidence, Monsterpaw was struggling to reach it. He would do anything for that boost, that sense of pride, to not dislike himself — but his ways always ended up doing the exact opposite, scaring people away or annoying them or being so unbearable others had no choice but to hate him, and it only fed into his cycle of self-deprecation. Perhaps it was sabotage, perhaps he simply didn't know any better.
He barged between Nectarinepaw and Clementinepaw on his way into the clearing, shouldering between them and stopping uncomfortably close to Cloudletter, though the moment he realized he took a single step back. "I'm not scared of anything!" He declared, with all the self-righteousness he could muster. He looked around the hollow. "I assumed Sunrisepaw would skip out anyway," he eyed the two apprentices, the newbies, the freaky strangers who had just shown up on Summerclan's doorstep and made it home, "but you two are a surprise. I think this'll be too easy." He stepped further back, twisting to stand beside the she-cat instead of in front of her.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 4, 2022 9:26:55 GMT -5
Midnightpaw, unlike the others, wasn't exactly the cat who wore such courage on her face. She didn't think she'd last the night–after all, she wasn't the type who enjoyed ghost stories–but she wasn't going to be so cowardly as to skip out on all of it together. She wasn't far behind, glancing left and right for her twin. She hadn't seen Sunrisepaw in the camp, so she assumed the other apprentice was already there. As she neared, she spotted the three apprentices already there. She had yet to speak to Nectarinepaw and Clementinepaw, but their snickers about ghosts made her fur rise a little defensively.
"Ghosts are real," she announced with a frown, eyeing the two warily, "they really exist." She waited a few beats, before adding in a softer voice. "I've seen one myself." Then again, the ghost she had seen wasn't at all malicious. She was a kit back then, sneaking out with her father as he went on a patrol in the middle of the night. She had seen the ghost of her sister in the faint light of the moon, and even now, she still remembered it.
Of course, her sister's ghost had been friendly, not at all malicious, but that didn't mean ghosts couldn't be mean.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 4, 2022 16:24:11 GMT -5
Cometpaw smiled inwardly at the thought of this test. He knew he'd win it easily. Being one of the oldest apprentices in SummerClan, he had already spent a lot of time around the cottage while hunting and even went into it once. The only thing he didn't like about it was the fact it was a twoleg thing and not a natural part of the forest. Ghosts didn't bother him in the least. Even if they did exist, their so-called wispy forms couldn't hurt a solid living being.
"This will be easy," he meowed, approaching the group of waiting apprentices. "I'm going to be a warrior soon so ghosts - if they even are real - don't scare me."
Her lips twitched at the apprentices. Well, if they weren't scared now, they would be by the end of the night, she decided with a mischeivious glint in her eyes. She had plenty in store for them, just they wait. "I'm glad to see you're all so confident. Don't let that change once you get in there, kids," she meowed with a wink.
She was about to signal their departure when another apprentice came bounding in. Of course, Sunrisepaw was going to be a part of it. "Middie," she sang as she bounded through the clearing. "Couldn't you have waited up for me?" The she-cat surveyed the troops, offering a nod or two. The two new apprentices, the tom she'd just gotten in trouble, her sister, dumb ugly pants, and her. This oughta be interesting. "Soooooo sorry I'm late," she meowed to the others, offering them all an endearing smile. "What can I say, I lost track of time. Foxstar had me running some big, important errands, and they took a wee bit longer than I thought." She laughed airily, before nodding. "Anyways, I'm here now, so the party can start. Where were we?" she asked, leaning in in anticipation.
Cloudletter raised a brow. "Right. Like I was about to say, there's no time like the present. Come on, now," she meowed with a wave of her tail, before leading the way out of the hollow.
Buffalopaw scrambled to his feet, "W-Wait for me!" he mewed tumbling after, he had only been half listening distracted by other thoughts, he gave Midnightpaw an excited smile as he caught up panting. He may have his head in the flowers most of the day, but he wasn't going to let the a fun chance like this slip by. Plus, Midnightpaw was doing it so...
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 6, 2022 18:32:55 GMT -5
It figures she'd come along, Cometpaw thought when he saw Sunrisepaw arrive. He rolled his eyes. Big important errands my paw! No clan leader would ever assign a 'big important errand' to an apprentice, let alone a brand new one fresh out of the nursery. Figuring she must have huge delusions of grandeur, the black and white tom put some more distance between Sunrisepaw and himself. He wanted to keep away from her. It wouldn't do for him to be trapped in another one of her lies and get into more trouble. I wonder if she herself really believes that big pack of lies she telling?
She really came up to us and said 'I dare you to stay in a nice, comfortable cottage'. Leave it to the wild things that sleep in nests made of moss to be scared of quality. This is a dream come true. Clementinepaw snickered along, her shoulders bouncing up and down maliciously. When her brother glanced from Cloudletter to her, she met his look with a spiky grin. "Terrified," she agreed in that hoarse whisper, so quiet it was uncertain whether she'd spoken at all. At Midnightpaw's assertion — she didn't know her name either — Clementinepaw half-turned, like a disconcerting badger, and looked at her. "Ghosts exist," she confirmed, voice shredded. Then, like she was remembering she didn't speak, she turned back to her brother and whispered in his ear instead, leaning up to reach him. But they're sad, sad, not nasty. She leaned back and gave him a nod, permission for him to translate that.
These wild apprentices — they frightened themselves with fairytales and angry spirits, like the beasts she and her brother had seen in alleys and fight rings weren't the most frightening of them all. Well. They were. They used to be. Now, they were just her childhood, her home — she'd go back and greet the violent monsters with a hoarse, peeling good morning, Clyde. She'd met a ghost herself, one late night when she was waiting out back for the rest of the Wraith to finish their job, like she were the escape car. And there the sad thing had been, there at the end of the alley. Faded and pleading and sad. It had just wanted someone to talk to, but Clementinepaw didn't talk.
As Sunrisepaw arrived, she watched her with a slowly blinking stare. She'd seen Foxstar just before they'd left; he'd been sleeping. Then her head turned to look at Monsterpaw as he spoke to them. "You're scared right now," she replied, croaky and husky. She didn't elaborate. As Cloudletter led the way out of the hollow, she was the first to follow, padding ahead of the other cats like she didn't want to interact.
Ghosts are real. Nectarinepaw turned to raise a brow at the newly arrived Midnightpaw, face twisted in a thinly veiled snicker, and with all the superiority he could muster, he nodded, "mhm, yeah, of course you have," and turned back to Clementinepaw. If anyone were to have seen a ghost, surely it would be them — surely some target of the Wraith would want to seek petty revenge from the afterlife, whatever it was that the afterlife was. But they're sad, sad, not nasty. He nodded back, "yes, sad. Not violent, they wouldn't be able to touch a hair on my own head. Incorporeal, anyway, aren't they?"
He eyed Cometpaw, gave him a slight smile of knowing because at least someone here was sensible enough (that Monsterpaw had been too loud in his 'braveness' for it to truly be real, too young and foolhardy, to be taken seriously at all).
When Sunrisepaw rushed into the hollow, Nectarinepaw looked between her and Midnightpaw (matching names, because how else was anyone supposed to know they were related other than the fact they looked exactly alike). Already, he liked her a little less — he was familiar was types like her, the liars and the suck-ups, the two-faced. You're scared right now. He snorted at the words but said nothing — Clementinepaw could see through people just as well as he could, that was something he knew. When she turned to follow Cloudletter, he immediately turned to follow her, taking only seconds to catch up and pace himself at her side.
You're scared right now. Monsterpaw gaped at the insult, face twisting into a heated, half embarrassed, half furious expression, twisted into an almost-adorable display of anger. "I'm not!" He shouted after the two, tail lashing where he had stopped. "You're scared, and weird and — and the freakiest charity case we've ever had!" His exasperation was only amplified by the showing of Sunrisepaw, and he gave a low, rumbling growl that rose from the pits of his throat.
"You weren't doing some big important task for Foxstar, Sunrisepaw, just —" he growled again, fur sticking out at odd angles like the angriest burr-bush imagineable before he forced it to lay flat, "just, whatever. Whatever! I'm going to get there first!" He attempted to shake the irk away and bounded after the warrior, elbowing past anyone in his way and eventually slowing right at Cloudletter's side.
Post by achromatic on Jun 10, 2022 18:36:19 GMT -5
Midnightpaw frowned at the two apprentices–why were they so secretive and weird anyway?–and she found her ears twitching in irritation at the snicker and the condescending tone from the apprentice. Who were they to be so rude anyway? Scowling now, she found herself rolling her eyes too at their easy assumption. "I never said they were violent," she pointed out with a huff, her expression the same condescending superiority as Nectarinepaw had on their face, "the ghost I saw was actually really nice. She was my sister, so I guess she had to be."
She gave them a look as if they were idiots, before turning to her sister and Buffalopaw instead. "Come on guys," she shrugged, following after Cloudletter instead. She wasn't going to deal with the annoying ones around here.
"Awww, did the little baby get his feelings hurt?" Sunrisepaw meowed to Monsterpaw with a grin. It was incredibly amusing to see another cat go after her sworn enemy, even if it was one of those weirdo new kids. "It's okay, little baby, we all feel scared sometimes," she purred to her partner, before looking to her sister. "I'll be right back, bestie," she promised, before running behind Clementinepaw. Anyone who insulted Monsterpaw was going to have to deal with her, whether they liked it or not. "Hi there! We haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet. I'm Sunrisepaw," she greeted. "You're new, right? Welcome to SummerClan! If there's anything you need, anything at all, you do let me know, okay? We're going to be friends, I can just feel it," she finished her gushing, offering a wide smile. - As they reached the structure, Cloudletter turned to face the apprentices. "Well, it looks like we're here," she meowed, a little too loudly. She looked at the others expectantly, before sighing. "I said it looks like we're here," she repeated, this time more forcefully. 'Suddenly,' there was a large boom, and moments later, one of the lights flickered on and off. "Only rule is that you can't kill each other. Other than that, have a great night, I'll be out here waiting for any of you who get too spooked," she purred, before pushing open the door. "Have at it, kiddos." The warrior then found herself sighing, before jumping into the lowest branch of the nearest tree.
