Nightstar
[ male - 82 moons - leader ] ★ [ located in camp - tags: open ]
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Nightstar had woken up earlier only to send out the dawn patrol before he disappeared into his den again. Only a day ago, his deputy had been killed by Sunclan warriors. His deputy, who had been by his side for seasons. And now, he had to choose a cat to take their place. The code was cruel; how could he make such a big decision so quickly? He'd pondered it the entire night, but it was still troubling him. Hopefully, by moonhigh, he would be able to face the clan with one of his usual firm, decisive answers. He knew it was for the best, as the clan couldn't go on without a deputy. Even for Nightstar, it would be too much responsibility. Despite the pain he felt, he had no time to grieve. He had to be strong for his clan. There was work to be done, even early in the morning. With a sigh, he rose from his nest and emerged from his den. He shook out his coat as his eyes adjusted to the little bit of sunlight somehow peeking through the tightly woven branches above. It didn't make much of a difference, but coming out of a pitch black den made it feel like it did. A newleaf breeze ruffled his fur and made him sniffle. The forest had been growing warmer as the seasons changed, but sometimes it could still feel like late leafbare. At least all of the snow had melted.
Once his eyes had adjusted, he sat down just below the high ledge. He took note of all of the cats milling about camp. Eventually, his gaze flitted toward the nursery to see if any of the kits were out and about. He expected Honeyheart's kits to be running around, restless to be apprenticed. Their apprenticeship had been postponed ever so slightly due to the last deputy's passing. He was glad he had waited to apprentice them. It would have been no good for them to return from their first outing just to be faced with the heavily wounded, dying deputy. He blamed Sunclan for it all. If only he had been there to mediate, then no lives would have been lost. He'd been having that thought all day. Now, he shook his head whenever it came to mind and redirected his thoughts to whatever needed to be done in the clan. Today he'd have to send out a patrol to the twoleg-place border, send some warriors out to hunt, and what else?
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Wolftail
[ male - 29 moons - warrior ] ☼ [ located in camp- tags: open ]
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Wolftail is sound asleep. Slowly, his sleep is becoming lighter. He's begun dreaming of the forest. Every so often he twitches, and his paws invade a neighboring warrior's nest.
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Magpiefeather
[ female - 38 moons - warrior ] ♦︎ [ located in camp- tags: open ]
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Magpiefeather had been awake for some time. She'd woken up, given Wolftail a nudge to try to rouse him awake, then set out to hunt when she realized he was fast asleep. Now, she had returned from her hunt and was scarfing down a sparrow. It was a little cold, and rather scrawny for newleaf prey, but filling enough. Besides, Magpiefeather could go about her day on half a rat's tail and still have energy to spare. She half considered going to wake up Wolftail again, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. He wasn't an apprentice anymore, he should be able to wake himself up. Speaking of apprentices, She thought, looking up from the sparrow she was eating, half to spit out a feather and half to check if Iciclepaw was awake. Not spotting her around the camp, she purred and decided she would let the apprentice rest for a little while longer. Magpiefeather was fond of Iciclepaw; she reminded her of herself when she was an apprentice. Training an apprentice had turned out to be not only very exciting, but also rewarding, even if she had only been doing it for a moon or so.
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Foxpaw
[ female - 11 moons - apprentice ] 🦊 [ located in camp- tags: open ]
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Foxpaw snorted as she was awoken by the sound of her own snoring. A regular occurrence, she simply yawned it off and stretched. The other apprentices were lucky. If not for her snoring, how could they wake up on time? She purred at her own thought as she groomed herself. She lingered in the den for a moment, absently licking her pelt despite being squeaky clean. How could she leave the warmth of the den and step out into that cold, dark camp? Her fur was too thin, she always felt cold until greenleaf came around and suddenly she was far too warm. A mouse will make me feel better. That thought was what brought her out of the apprentices den, as well as to the fresh-kill pile. To her disappointment, there was only a few pieces of prey on the fresh-kill pile, and not one of them was a mouse. Even if there had been a mouse of the pile, she knew a warrior would have caught her eating before training and made her put it back. Still, she felt a little disappointed. Begrudgingly, she settled down on a rock and closed her eyes, wondering when her mentor would come for her.
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[ male - 82 moons - leader ] ★ [ located in camp - tags: open ]
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Nightstar had woken up earlier only to send out the dawn patrol before he disappeared into his den again. Only a day ago, his deputy had been killed by Sunclan warriors. His deputy, who had been by his side for seasons. And now, he had to choose a cat to take their place. The code was cruel; how could he make such a big decision so quickly? He'd pondered it the entire night, but it was still troubling him. Hopefully, by moonhigh, he would be able to face the clan with one of his usual firm, decisive answers. He knew it was for the best, as the clan couldn't go on without a deputy. Even for Nightstar, it would be too much responsibility. Despite the pain he felt, he had no time to grieve. He had to be strong for his clan. There was work to be done, even early in the morning. With a sigh, he rose from his nest and emerged from his den. He shook out his coat as his eyes adjusted to the little bit of sunlight somehow peeking through the tightly woven branches above. It didn't make much of a difference, but coming out of a pitch black den made it feel like it did. A newleaf breeze ruffled his fur and made him sniffle. The forest had been growing warmer as the seasons changed, but sometimes it could still feel like late leafbare. At least all of the snow had melted.
Once his eyes had adjusted, he sat down just below the high ledge. He took note of all of the cats milling about camp. Eventually, his gaze flitted toward the nursery to see if any of the kits were out and about. He expected Honeyheart's kits to be running around, restless to be apprenticed. Their apprenticeship had been postponed ever so slightly due to the last deputy's passing. He was glad he had waited to apprentice them. It would have been no good for them to return from their first outing just to be faced with the heavily wounded, dying deputy. He blamed Sunclan for it all. If only he had been there to mediate, then no lives would have been lost. He'd been having that thought all day. Now, he shook his head whenever it came to mind and redirected his thoughts to whatever needed to be done in the clan. Today he'd have to send out a patrol to the twoleg-place border, send some warriors out to hunt, and what else?
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Wolftail
[ male - 29 moons - warrior ] ☼ [ located in camp- tags: open ]
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Wolftail is sound asleep. Slowly, his sleep is becoming lighter. He's begun dreaming of the forest. Every so often he twitches, and his paws invade a neighboring warrior's nest.
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Magpiefeather
[ female - 38 moons - warrior ] ♦︎ [ located in camp- tags: open ]
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Magpiefeather had been awake for some time. She'd woken up, given Wolftail a nudge to try to rouse him awake, then set out to hunt when she realized he was fast asleep. Now, she had returned from her hunt and was scarfing down a sparrow. It was a little cold, and rather scrawny for newleaf prey, but filling enough. Besides, Magpiefeather could go about her day on half a rat's tail and still have energy to spare. She half considered going to wake up Wolftail again, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. He wasn't an apprentice anymore, he should be able to wake himself up. Speaking of apprentices, She thought, looking up from the sparrow she was eating, half to spit out a feather and half to check if Iciclepaw was awake. Not spotting her around the camp, she purred and decided she would let the apprentice rest for a little while longer. Magpiefeather was fond of Iciclepaw; she reminded her of herself when she was an apprentice. Training an apprentice had turned out to be not only very exciting, but also rewarding, even if she had only been doing it for a moon or so.
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Foxpaw
[ female - 11 moons - apprentice ] 🦊 [ located in camp- tags: open ]
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Foxpaw snorted as she was awoken by the sound of her own snoring. A regular occurrence, she simply yawned it off and stretched. The other apprentices were lucky. If not for her snoring, how could they wake up on time? She purred at her own thought as she groomed herself. She lingered in the den for a moment, absently licking her pelt despite being squeaky clean. How could she leave the warmth of the den and step out into that cold, dark camp? Her fur was too thin, she always felt cold until greenleaf came around and suddenly she was far too warm. A mouse will make me feel better. That thought was what brought her out of the apprentices den, as well as to the fresh-kill pile. To her disappointment, there was only a few pieces of prey on the fresh-kill pile, and not one of them was a mouse. Even if there had been a mouse of the pile, she knew a warrior would have caught her eating before training and made her put it back. Still, she felt a little disappointed. Begrudgingly, she settled down on a rock and closed her eyes, wondering when her mentor would come for her.
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