༺ 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙡𝙮 – wc rp

[selasphorys]

𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗗
(medicine cat) (27 mns) (she/her) (appr: cloudpaw) (x)
(location: outside medicine den) (tags: open) (mentions: none)

Morning dawned in darkness. If Briarseed hadn't been awake all night, watching pale light creep over the horizon, she never could have noticed the sunrise. Thunderclouds had gathered over the camp, looming above in a featureless expanse of gray. FallsClan was enshrouded in a night of no stars.

Against her better judgement, Briarseed stepped out into this false dusk. She had spent the actual night tossing and turning, any rest torn apart by fears of the future. She couldn't get it out of her mind--- the sight of her mentor dropping into the foggy abyss. Her trust ripped out from underneath her, replaced with a hollow afterimage of hope. Now with the deputy dead too, could anywhere be safe? Could StarClan really protect them here? Briarseed cursed herself for these traitorous doubts, shaking her head as if she could shake them out. No, she had to have faith. Her purpose was to follow the path set by the stars. StarClan, save us.

Any normal cat would have hidden in the dens by now, but Briarseed drifted forward as if transfixed. Her scarlet fur stood on end. It was as if the air itself was holding its breath, waiting for the storm to break. Her expression mirrored that pained, pensive sky. Slowly, the medicine cat turned around to face the herb garden. In that next moment, the storm let loose its fury and fear all at once. Rain slammed into the earth, the winds howling alongside. Briarseed alone stood in the center of camp, staring at nothingness as showers drenched her pelt. The moss beneath her turned to mud but still she lingered. Why? Even she couldn't say.

Because then lightning split the sky, striking a small tree above the canyon. The tree was reduced to splinters in an instant. Without that obstruction, the medicine den's creek swelled in the force of the storm. It flooded the herb garden, surging as it met with the river below. Geese and gulls shrieked and took off to escape the blast. Briarseed remained--- paralyzed, petrified. Her mouth began to form words no more than a whisper:


"Roots will rise as rocks now roll
Birds take flight over bog and wall
When storm strikes and splits the mount
Falls will flow and know no bounds."


The storm subsided as quickly as it arrived. And with it, the spell was broken. Briarseed took a step back, staggering before finding her balance again. Was that... a prophecy? It had come out like a song in another's voice. She didn't dare interpret what such sacred words meant. If only... if only Fogfern were here. Her head spun. The song echoed onward as she numbly walked to her favorite garden, hoping to save what was left of the uprooted herbs.

𝗦𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧
(warrior) (40 mns) (she/her) (appr: goosepaw) (x)
(location: fallsclan camp) (tags: gullsplash) (mentions: briarseed)

Swallowsight watched over her stormswept home, blue eyes boring through its clouded haze. Always an early riser, she awoke under the obscured sun. The warrior would normally pull her brother out of his nest too, but there wasn't much use going out in a thunderstorm. She greeted the morning in solitary reflection. Finding an open spot under the outermost branches of the den, she felt the damp of the air as she stared out into camp. She shuffled her paws, shuddering. This morning was more still than most. At this early hour, Coyoteleap would have already stepped out to prepare his patrols. Fogfern's white coat would drift between the nursery and elders' den in her morning rounds. Camp never felt so desolate without them. Only young Briarseed remained, her expression vacant and mannerisms odd. Swallowsight would never question a medicine cat, but as the rain worsened, Briarseed still would not leave. She could get electrocuted if she didn't take shelter! The warrior had almost made up her mind to go out there when lightning struck. Sparks and shards hurtled down toward camp, blackened branches crashing into stone. Ears flattened, Swallowsight tore out at once to help. Her nose wrinkled at the acrid scent of burning wood. No cat seemed harmed, but the herbs had been crushed or washed away.

She returned to the warriors' den, prodding her brother roughly in the flank while muttering: "Hey. Gullsplash. Get over here and help with this mess." After an affectionate lick on the top of his head, she lowered her voice and whispered directly in his ear. "Come on. Don't make me drag your lazy tail out myself." Gullsplash might not be a kit anymore, but she'd still haul him out by the scruff of his neck if she had to. Without looking back, Swallowsight left to move charred debris out of the clearing.

𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗣𝗔𝗪
(apprentice) (9 mns) (he/him) (mentor: spottedfeather) (x)
(location: apprentice den) (tags: goosepaw) (mentions: none)

Rain rattled on the log of the apprentice den. Hopperpaw's ears pricked up, his green eyes glinting brightly in the gloom. Normally, he'd roll over and catch a morning snooze when it was still dark like this, but the fearless apprentice could never miss a storm. Slipping past his denmates, he leapt out into the downpour. Who cares if he looked and smelled like a wet rat? Electric excitement rushed through his paws as he crouched beside the den. This was a big one. Maybe the gales would sweep him away, sending him on adventures far beyond these mouse-brained borders. But the best was yet to come. A bolt of lightning shot down from the sky, exploding a tree into smithereens! Hopperpaw's eyes grew round. Back arching in thrill and awe, the fluffed-up tom looked as if he'd been struck by lightning too. He scrambled back into the apprentice's den, whisper-screaming the incredible news: "Goosepaw! Goosepaw! You won't believe what I just saw!" He nudged his friend in the side, a wide grin on his frenzied face. "A whole tree went boom, just like that!"

𝗥𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗨𝗧
(elder) (121 mns) (he/him) (x)
(location: elders' den) (tags: open) (mentions: none)

Rumblespout awoke with a start. He heard a sharp crackling blast, louder than even the roar of the falls. The self-appointed guard lurched to his paws, ignoring his aching joints as he dragged himself to the elders' den entrance. When his yellow eyes pierced the darkness outside, he spotted cinders spilling down from above. A tree must have been hit by the storm. Lightning almost never struck this close to camp, but thankfully no cat seemed hurt. This must be a sign from the stars. "The old ways will light our path through this storm," he mumbled in awe. Rumblespout bowed his head, a rare gesture of respect from the pompous old tom. FallsClan had come to troubled waters these past moons, but undoubtedly his great clan would prevail.

[Rae'tia]

Wolfpath
❝Gastly Night❞
gender; male age; 32m rank; warrior apprentice; none sexuality; pansexual
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mentions; the dead tagged; none/open

indentationWith no apprentice to mentor - which he was fine with considering how new he was to the clan - Wolfpath was left with nothing of real importance to do this morning. The storm that blocked the horizon was unnerving, and he disliked the thought of going out in such weather. But once patrols were assigned - if he was assigned to one - he'd do his duty, just like any other clan-mate, or he'd find himself with some free time. His first few moons after joining the clan were busy but all together uneventful. At least until recently. The tragic deaths of Fogfern and Coyoteleap in such quick succession was mind-boggling, and in all honestly, worrying. The tom shook his head, turning away from the sight and padding over to the prey pile to get something to eat while he still could. He snagged a fish from the pile, thankful that his new favorite prey was in stock enough that he was able to snag one. Before joining the clan, he'd preferred rabbits, mostly due to how filling they were. Smaller mammals rarely filled his belly, though they sated his hunger well enough. These days, filling his belly was much easier than before, with the short moon of training he'd gotten. Though he'd never really stopped his training in some ways, doing his best to improve, to pay the clan back for their willingness to take him in. Settling down not far from the warrior's den, the smoky tom started to eat.

Amberpaw
❝Pale Ghost❞
gender; male age; 10m rank; apprentice mentor; Perchwood sexuality; Androsexual
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mentions; Hopperpaw & Goosepaw tagged; none/open

indentationThe thunder woke him, but it didn't bother him for a hot minute until he noticed that it was raining as he looked out of the apprentice's den. Great, another day of getting wet. Hopefully, it isn't pouring. Is a nice little drizzle too much to ask for? He wondered absently as Hopperpaw scrambled out of the den, heaving a soft sigh. He lay in his nest, not quite ready to get up, nose wrinkling, being assigned a new mentor the night before had been stressful. Coyoteleap will have to be buried this morning right? Or did that already happen? Fear gripped his heart once more, he didn't want to miss giving his old mentor a final goodbye. The wound had been too fresh last night, and he hadn't been able to look at the body. He was about to get to his paws and race outside to check for his beloved mentor's body when Hopperpaw scurried back into the den. The younger tom's words were soft but fast, almost too fast to hear. But he caught the words tree and boom. He flinched back, the memory of Coyoteleaps death replaying in his head once more. With flattened ears, the cream and white tom darted out of the den, not caring about where he stepped or if he flung moss in every direction. He just had to get out. Stepping into the rain, was a bit reliving, it hadn't rained the day before, at least it hadn't in his memory. So the rain at this moment was, clarifying. Pausing near the middle of the camp, the tom looked up at the sky and tried to hold back the beginnings of a sob.

Finchpaw
❝Sickly Hunter❞
gender; female age; 7m rank; apprentice mentor; Lynxspring sexuality; questioning
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mentions; Lynxspring & Rabbitsong tagged; x

indentationShe gazed up at the raging storm above and sighed. I'm going to get sick again, aren't I? Finchpaw considered the pros and cons of just turning around and heading back into the apprentice's den. She was looking forward to training though, she was always curious about what she'd get to do that day, and everything was interesting. Even the usual hunting and border patrols were interesting for her, there was always a chance to discover something new. Looking up and around at the storm, she quietly imagined the destruction a single storm could bring if it was strong enough. Getting to her paws, the feline shook out her short fur in a sad attempt to keep dry. Now where is Lynxspring? I must know what his plans are for the day! She thought as determination rang through her, maybe coyote- I mean maybe Rabbitsong will assign us to a hunting patrol? She absently wondered as she looked around for her ginger-furred mentor.

Paledapple
❝Lost Hope❞
gender; female age; 62m rank; warrior apprentice; Lemmingpaw sexuality; androsexual
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mentions; Amberpaw, Lemmingpaw & Rabbitsong tagged; None/open

indentationAs she aged, the dappled she-cat found herself becoming less and less interesting in clan life. The death of her brother seasons ago left a bitter taste in her mouth, he'd died still blaming her for their mother's failure to be a parent. Amberlight's death though, killed part of the spark in her. For moons, she'd lived solely for her unborn kits and later young kits, unable to care for them, or at least one in particular. The near copy of his father, Paledapple had been unable to resist the treacherous need to name him after his father. So she had, Naming the pale copy of her deceased mate was both the best and the worst thing she'd ever done. And she couldn't take it back, at least, she didn't think she could. Name changes were rare, and were usually due to disfigurement or other equally horrible things. So she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Sighing as the olive-eyed feline got to her paws, and slowly trailed out of the warrior's den, she looked up as the storm clouds circled and danced. She'd have a chance to mentor young Lemmingpaw later, but for now, she'd enjoy the storm. At least until Lemmingpaw got up or Rabbitsong approached her for a patrol.

[peachpit.]

« 𝚛 𝚊 𝚋 𝚋 𝚒 𝚝 𝚜 𝚘 𝚗 𝚐 ! »
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tom | forty-five moons | deputy | crush: swallowsight | heterosexual | location: outside medicine cat's den | mood: uneasy, anxious | tags: briarseed and swallowsight | form | relos
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sleep was always a reliever to rabbitsong's anxiety, but last night was not like any other night. coyoteleap was dead. rabbitsong had been thrusted into role of deputy with no time to catch his breath or process any of his emotions. his anxiety was at an all time high, to say the least. he did not rest easy last night, tossing and turning trying to soothe his buzzing mind.

all of a sudden he found himself underwater. had he been dreaming? water pooled in his lungs and down his throat and panic flooded his mind. his trembling paws rapidly sliced through the water, trying to bring himself to the surface, but something had caught his tail. terror filled his body, he couldn't be dreaming. this felt too real. the realization dawned on him that he hadn't been holding his breath and instead, he was hacking and coughing underwater. he was drowning. the deep blue that had surrounded him went fuzzy, then black.

gasping and choking, rabbitsong was ripped out of the uncomfortable sleep and found himself sitting upright. his breathing was heavy and unsteady as he sat, squinting through the dim light of the warrior's den. he sighed, at this point feeling more eased that it was just a dream. he got up onto his trembling paws and stretched the sleep from his stiff limbs. there was no way he could fall back to sleep after that. the familiar feeling of unease flooding back into his body, the chocolate pointed tom padded silently out of the warrior's den, nobody had been awake yet.

a vicious storm loomed overhead. it looks like it's about to land. he thought solemnly, anxiety chilling his bones about what was to be done about the patrols. all of a sudden, thick sheets of rain barreled down pelting the thin tom so hard it stung. squinting through the rain, he caught a glimpse of briarseed and swallowsight, who had both been out in the storm for some odd reason, who seemed to be the only ones awake. thunder growled overhead and lightening lit up the camp in quick bursts. he debated braving the storm to go and greet the mollies until a thread of lighting exploded a nearby tree. heart filled with fear, and body filled overall with dread, he took off towards the medicine cat to help, just as swallowsight did as well.

he approached silently, heart hammering in his chest, and before saying a word assessed the situation. the lightening had destroyed the tree providing shelter, causing the rain to uproot the herb garden. swallowsight had been there too, also assessing the situation. she had left quickly, probably to get more help he assumed. he looked to briarseed with a solemn expression, ears flat against his head, and dipped his head to her in an apologetic manner. without a word, he began to collect as many herbs as he could fit in his chocolate maw and bring them into the shelter of the medicine cat's den.

« 𝚖 𝚒 𝚕 𝚔 𝚝 𝚞 𝚏 𝚝 ! »
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molly| sixty two moons | warrior | crush: open | bisexual | location: warriors den | mood: sleeping | tags: open | form | relos
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if not for her pale coat, milktuft would be completely unrecognizable in the moss. her scrawny, withered frame was curled into a ball so tight you might miss her. sunken into the moss, she slept seemingly peacefully to any on-looker.

milktuft had been using sleep as a coping mechanism as of late, trying to grapple with the grief of losing her mate oceaneyes. it is a surprise to her clanmates if she is spotted out of the warriors den, and is followed with much hushed whispering. she had not been looking good. her appetite almost non-existent, the joy of food has left her mind and clearly her body. most cats had described milktuft as a husk of the molly she once was. she would agree with them, only feelings of numbness resides within her now. she had not left the warriors den in almost two days now, completely oblivious to coyoteleap's death and the oncoming turmoil within the clan.

so still, she slept on. would she awaken only to fall back asleep? or perhaps she would awaken to solemnly pace the river-banks as she does. who knows what she would do today.

« 𝚖 𝚘 𝚝 𝚑 𝚐 𝚊 𝚣 𝚎 ! »
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molly| twenty five moons | warrior | crush: open | heterosexual | location: heading towards med cat den | mood: worried, thirsty | tags: mentions rabbitsong, briarseed, swallowsight | form | relos
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mothgaze's pale belly rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern, the soft hands of sleep gently keeping her at bay. she had been dreaming. warm sunlight dappling her creamy pelt through the canopy, there has been a faint laughter from a tom she once knew. it was all so familiar, her heart fluttered, she could feel the earth and dead foliage under her pawpads as she ran. she called out to the unfamiliar tom laughing, they had been playing a game of chase. there was no answer.

she had jolted violently causing sleeps' kind embrace to be no longer. the morning air was damp and depressing. she squinted in the early light of dawn, the warriors den was incredibly dim but she could make out 2-3 resting warriors nestled in the moss. she sighed, debating to shut her eyes and try to return to that warm dream with the tom-cat just out of reach. a large yawn parted the pretty maw of mothgaze, revealing rows of pointed enamel and a sandpaper tongue. the same yawn informed her just how dry her mouth had been, and just how badly her minuscule body ached for water. i guess i'm up for the day, she thought grumpily, heaving herself upwards and onto her paws. the diminutive molly stretched the sleep from her limbs, shuddering as the sleepy warmth has finally faded. she padded out of the den as quietly as she could muster, not wanting to wake any of her fellow clanmates.

she was thirsty. it would be unwise to travel to the stream by myself this early in the morning, she thought in light of the tragedy of coyoteleap's death. looking up to the sky, it was almost black and the air was tense with rain. not a second later, all hell broke loose. pale eyes scanning the camp, she noted the few cat that were awake and out in the storm. she was terrible with names, a haze constantly swirling in her mind, she noted rabbitsong, who's name she learned previously that night because he was their new deputy. and briarseed! her favorite friend through her youth, mothgaze's heart swelled to see she was awake and out of her den. there was another pale she-cat whose name has slipped her mind. deep in thought as she attempted to figure out the surrounding cats names, she had almost missed the lightening that had exploded the tree next to the medicine cat's den. worry for her dear friend immediately pulled her out of the state she was in and she took off toward the medicine cat's den along with the two remaining cats.

« 𝚐 𝚘 𝚘 𝚜 𝚎 𝚙 𝚊 𝚠 ! »
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tom| 8 moons | apprentice | crush: open | heterosexual | location: apprentice den | mood: groggy, excited | tags: hopperpaw | form | relos
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goosepaw's fat little body had been stretched out while he slept, snoring lightly as he rolled onto his back. if there was one thing he loved as much as eating, it was sleeping. the pale tom's chunky belly rose and fell as he snoozed, twitching occasionally.

a soft thump against his side followed by a hushed "goosepaw!, goosepaw!" yanked him out of his slumber. groggy and barely awake, he squinted at the young tom who had awoken him. it was his best friend hopperpaw, rambling about something he had not quite understood yet in his confused state. he had been going on about a tree exploding, immediately intriguing goosepaws simple brain. "what?! what are you on about hopperpaw?" before he could wipe the drool off his chin, the enticing words of hopperpaw had him up on his feet. excitement filled his body, how could a tree have exploded on it's own? a loud crack of thunder boomed overhead, telling him everthing he needed to know.

[Nunavik]

･ ｡ﾟ☆ LYNXSPRING ────────
── a shorthaired red-and-white mackeral tabby with a sickly appearance
35 moons | tom | warrior | apprentice, Finchpaw | crush, Wolfpaw | tags: Milktuft

Lynxspring was too tired to deal with the rain as it pitter-patted against the shelter of the warriors' den. Thunder roared overhead and the sound of branches crackling and the smell of fire did little to rouse him from his position by Milktuft. His eyes were clear, shades of green as he looked on through the slit of the den. His body, however, refused to lift his head. Every day was becoming more of a chore for him to rouse and even he knew his condition played a major part in his decreasing energy by the minute. The warrior watched on, spying bodies wax and wane in the storm. The storm above drowned out any voices except for the small breaths of the she-cat beside him.

His eyes glanced toward her. A small ball of pale fur that looked terribly scrawny and devoid of life. He pitied the warrior, having experienced a type of depression he prayed no one would ever feel as readily as him. Despite this, he could not spare her of the pain of her mate's death. Lynxspring wished to rouse her, to encourage her to leave the gloom of their den and do something, anything, to take her mind from the past; However, having her step into the reality of having lost both their medicine cat and deputy overnight did not seem fair. There was much grief in the clan today and Lynxspring did not wish to offer her anymore. He prayed no one else would either.

Lighting cackled overhead again as if it screamed for him to come and play. The warrior was never one to sleep through a storm anyway. With another crackle overheard, Lynxspring heaved himself to his feet, already missing the soft warmth coming from Milktuft. Using his tail, the tom-cat brushed feathers from his coat, allowing them to find their places in the mossy bedding before he exited the den. Rain immediately pelted him, layering his coat with water and pronouncing the muscle loss and faint outline of ribs he had begun to accrue over the months. He absolutely hated this weather.

･ ｡ﾟ☆ SPOTTEDFEATHER ────────
── a long-haired dilute calico with green eyes
41 moons | she-cat | warrior | apprentice, Hopperpaw | crush, none | tags: Wolfpath, Rumblespout

Spottedfeather held the limp body of a fish between her jaws. The smell almost overwhelmed her senses as she padded away from the fresh-kill pile. Rain pelted down her fur, but her long hair almost let it roll off without a thought of absorbing it. She was quiet as she wandered across the clearing. The she-cat offered a curt nod to Wolfpath, whom settled in his own little slice of heaven in the clearing. She wondered how he was doing now that he was officially a member of the clan. It must have surprised him with the recent death of Fogfern and Coyoteleap as much as it had shocked the rest of the clan. Spottedfeather was slightly grateful she had never been close with the pair. Their absence was surely felt, but she would not grieve as deeply as some. Without a word expressed, the dilute calico whispered away from the tom-cat and towards the elders den. A caring individual, she thought it only fair to offer a meal to the clan's elders first and foremost. Hellooo" Spottedfeather meowed outside of the camp, "Rumblespout, are you awake? May I come in?"



･ ｡ﾟ☆ STARLINGFLIGHT ────────
── a shorthaired, dark brown-and-white mackeral tabby with green eyes
29 moons | tom | warrior | apprentice, Kyanitepaw | crush, none | tags: Gullsplash

Starlingflight could feel the brush of fur against his face before he ever opened his eyes. The honeyed scent of Lynxspring immediately flooded his nose. Even drowning in the humidity of the storm, the smell lingered. The dark warrior had never been particular about his sleeping patterns. Sleep came and went as he needed - sometimes through the night and into the afternoon. Other times, he'd sleep for an hour or two. Today, however, it would seem he required more than just an hour. Against the rain, Starlingflight slept. Even as the warmth of his sibling disappeared, he slept. The voices, though, they lingered and they made him seek blood. The brown-and-white tom opened his eyes just in time to see the body of Swallowsight exit the den, allowing small droplets of rain to enter the den. "Gullsplash" Starlingflight murmured against a mouthful of moss, "Tell your sister the next time she wakes me up, we're gonna have words"

[ellyenchanted]

CLOUDPAW
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med cat apprentice - male - he/him - 8 moons - homosexual - mentor: briarseed
location: herb garden - tags: briarseed - mentions: x
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Cloudpaw woke to the storm heavy smell of lightning and thunder in the air. He was unsurprised he had not woken, as it seemed his sleep was coming to him deeper and thicker. The medicine cat's den was empty, which also did not come as a surprise to the apprentice. It was early in the morning, but as Cloudpaw began stretching his stiff legs, he heard the rumble of the clan as they awoke. Embarrassingly, he realized he may be one of the last ones awake. He quickly lapped at his fur in an unsuccessful attempt to make his fur look less sleep mussed.

When Cloudpaw deemed himself ready enough, he left the calm of the medicine cat den and stumbled in shock with what he was met with. His mentor, Briarseed, and a few other clan members were carefully picking through the herb garden that must have been flooded in the storm. He hastily trotted over to help assess the damage and recover anything that could be still used. "I'm sorry," Cloudpaw murmured sheepishly to Briarseed. "I should have woken sooner."

He was still admittedly getting the hang of being the medicine cat's apprentice, of which he had been promoted to a bit over a moon ago. In his heart, he always knew that he'd never amount to much of a warrior. It had been bad luck for Cloudpaw that Fogfern's apprentice position was already filled by Briarseed by the time he came of age. That was before the accident. What should have been an exciting time was dampened by his supposed "good luck". The uncomfortable truth was that he wouldn't be here if Fogfern hadn't died.

The uneasy feeling of an impending something sat heavily in the pit of his stomach as he continued to try and scrounge for savable herbs.

JACKALPAW
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apprentice - male - he/him - 8 moons - bisexual - mentor: sykestar
location: camp - tags: x - mentions: cloudpaw
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Jackalpaw had not been able to sleep. He had smelled the storm before it approached, and snuck out as soon as the other apprentices fell asleep. He hadn't had a destination in mind, and instead let his paws take him first to the training ring, where the deputy was killed the day before. The debris from the rockslide still hadn't been cleared. With a flick of his tail, he had moved on and journeyed deeper into their forested territory. Some time later, after not knowing how far he had aimlessly walked, he had heard the first cracks of thunder. A downpour of rain followed, sending the apprentice into a small hollowed out log.

From the edge, he watched the spiderweb of lightning illuminate the night. Strike after strike came, and Jackalpaw waited. The storm left faster as it came. Bedgrudingly, he realized he'd better get back to camp. It was too far of a walk to return before sunrise, but he didn't bother to worry about being caught.

By the time Jackalpaw wandered back into camp, the clan had begun about their day. Yet something was amiss. His eyes were drawn to the medicine cat's den, where a small crowd of cats had gathered by the herb garden. Upon further observation, it was utterly destroyed. He spotted his brother among the group. The new medicine cat apprentice. Of course. Jackalpaw felt the lingering relief of no longer having to listen to his spiels. Cloudpaw was now quite busy, occupied with his studies and new duties.

He made no move to offer his assistance, and instead meandered over to the fresh-kill pile, where he nosed around for a bite to eat.

[TheClockmaker]

Gullsplash
Warrior | 25 M | Male | Tags: Swallowsight and Starlingflight | Mentions: None

Gullsplash woke up to the sound of storms as he lay in the Warriors' Den. Slightly annoyed, he turned over and went back to sleep. But he couldn't nap for long, because his boring sister Swallowsight kept nagging him to get up. Just when Gullsplash could finally start drifting into dreamland, Starlingflight kept him awake with more grumbling: "Gullsplash. Tell your sister the next time she wakes me up, we're gonna have words." That was just the motivation he needed. "You know what, I will!" Gullsplash barked, neck fur bristling. He leapt to his paws and marched out of the den, ready to give his sister a piece of his mind. He went up to Swallowsight and grunted, "Hey, Swallowsight. Could you please mind your own mouse-brained business? You woke up Starlingflight, and probably half the den. He's gonna have a talk with you if you keep this up." With a snort, he turned away. Gullsplash looked up to see that the sky was a pretty, milky-white fluff with no signs of blue. This was his favorite weather. His fur began to lie flat again as the cool rain calmed him down. Only then did he notice that the tree near the Medicine Cat Den was gone. He could also see a bunch of burnt debris on the ground. Putting 2 and 2 together, he deduced that the lightning he heard had struck that tree and exploded it. He decided to make himself useful and pick up some of the burned bark.

Snakepaw
App | 7 M | Female | Tags: Open | Mentions: Hopperpaw, Goosepaw, Mothgaze

Snakepaw woke with a start when she heard a loud lightning strike. She jumped to her paws, her tail puffing like a raccoon's as she crouched in her nest. Ears flicking frantically back and forth, she overheard Hopperpaw telling Goosepaw that "A whole tree went boom, just like that!" Snakepaw suddenly realized that if lightning could destroy a whole tree, the apprentice den log could never be safe."Weee-oooh!!" she squealed as she scrambled to escape the den. Sprinting towards the rocks behind camp, she passed by her mentor Mothgaze without a backwards glance. The terrified apprentice squirreled her way into a crevice so narrow, lightning could never reach her.

Gorgefang
Warrior | 48 M | Male | Tags: Open | Mentions: Gullsplash

Gorgefang opened his bleary eyes to the sound of thunder cracking in the distance. The steady downpour outside meant that he could sleep in today. He made out the faint shapes of other warriors still sleeping in the den, including his favorite nephew, Gullsplash. Curling up in his cozy nest, the lazy warrior returned to his slumber. Someone else could wake him up if they needed him today. It was far too dark and damp for him to care.

[Queen of flames]

Neritebloom
Female Gueen, former loner, 21 moons, crush is open, mate was Jinx
tags: Jackalpaw, open
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She was one of the queens at the nursery sometimes she felt like she was not supposed to be queen so soon after joining the clan. She was afraid that she might forget anything she was being taught on her first moon there and if she did, could they kick her out of the clan when her time at the nursery ended? She didn't have many friends at the clan yet, even if she tried to be kind to anyone and kindly licked their paws to make them trust her more. She looked at Maplestream the other queen, She did not really speak much with her only a few words here and there, as she didn't want to bother her as much as she needed to. Scretching her legs she stood up and left the den, blinking her eyes at first, then took a look around the lively camp as she took her way to the pile. She knew that the apprentices or warriors could bring the queen's food to the den, but she didn't want to bother them as long she could walk on herself she could go to the pile herself without asking others to serve her. She looked after the large smoke-colored warrior, Wolfpath the one she was heard to be a former loner just like she was, but once again she did not really speak to him that much, lowering her head she took mice out of the pile. As she took her bite she looked at Jackalpaw there, who also came to get something to eat "Morning Jackalpaw" she meowed gently.

Perchwood
male warrior, 62 moons, crush is open, apprentice is Amberpaw, mate was Flintflower
tags: open
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Yawning the massively grown tabby walked out of the warrior's den his eyes looked up to the dark sky for a moment 'Good morning Flintflower, suck a great morning you give to me today' he thought to himself with a soft purr, before looking back to the camp. His eyes wandered around the cat to cat, narrowing his eyes at Rabbitsong for a moment 'I am not jealous of him or anything right...' he kept thinking to himself as he shook his head to break his thoughts. His eyes turned to the Amberpaw this time, the young tom, who recently lost his mentor the great Coyoteleap was reassigned to him. He didn't mind about it at all, as he was there watching when he was training with his former mentor and he had a little bit clue where his training was going, but still his skills were a little different to his former mentors and he didn't want to confuse him too much. He let the younger cat chat with the other apprentices there for a while as he waited for some orders to know what kind of a day he would be having today, patrols or just training with Amberpaw.

Cinnamonthorn
female warrior, 30 moons, crush on Rabbitsong & Aspencurrent, an apprentice is open
tags: open
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The chocolate tortoiseshell she-cat was not a big fan of thunderstorms, so the weather didn't really please her to get out of the somewhat safe den at the very moment. The heavy noises could not make her get any sleep either so she just laid at her nest and watched the entrance of the den. She hoped that anyone could need her anywhere this morning and that the thunderstorm could go elsewhere soon. She was hungry she wanted to have something to eat but knew very well that if she was going to skip the morning patrols she might need to hunt something for the clan later so she could eat herself. Sighing her two colored eyes looked over to the older female warrior Milktft there, who was still sleeping peacefully 'How can she sleep so peacefully under all this noise?' she thought to herself with a shake of her head as she hummed a little bit 'that's some greats skills, must say' she kept thinking with a smile.

Yarrowpaw
male apprentice, 7 moons. crush on Hopperpaw & Jackalpaw, a mentor is Rabbitsong
tags: Hopperpaw, Goosepaw
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He was half sleeping and half-awakened, he felt dizzy, but heard some of the conversations the two apprentices Goosepaw and Hopperpaw were talking about "Who got boom?" he asked suddenly, flicking his ears up and looked over to the the two apprentices. He shook his head as he got to his paws 'How did I sleep? I feel like I was being hit by a tree...' he thought to himself shaking his head once again and taking deep sight. He flicked his ears as he heard the Snakepaw squealing there suddenly "What, what's going on here...is the camp on fire or what..." he kept meowing pretty confusedly. He walked over to the den entrance to peek out of it 'I see Rabbitsong is still there, no patrol is being left yet...' he thought to himself as he took a sight and looked back to his fellow den mates.

[selasphorys]

𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗗
(medicine cat) (27 mns) (she/her) (appr: cloudpaw) (x)
(location: outside medicine den) (tags: rabbitsong, mothgaze, cloudpaw) (mentions: gullsplash, swallowsight, snakepaw)

Chervil, horsetail, ragwort, watermint... Briarseed nosed through the sodden scraps of her garden, desperately trying to ground herself in reality. She stumbled from stone to stone, gathering herbs with paws that weren't her own. The medicine cat vaguely felt a presence beside her. Her dull gold eyes reflected in Rabbitsong's blue. She dipped her head in return, barely registering the gesture. Briarseed could only murmur a quiet "thank you" in response to his help. For in this frozen moment, the shock of the prophecy softened the scale of the devastation.

But then she remembered the catmint. No no no no no...! Briarseed swung her head back and forth, suddenly awoken from her stupor. The frantic medicine cat clambered up the hillside in search of her precious plant. Catmint came from twoleg gardens, so the herb was particularly rare in their isolated territory. She had grown it from a tiny seed, nurtured it in sun and rain, sheltered it through the leaf-bare snow. Her catmint plant was the closest thing to a kit. She sniffed the air for its sweet scent, but all she took was a breath full of char and petrichor. The flood had washed it away, roots and all. Tears pricked her eyes, running down her muzzle and mixing with the rain on her drenched pelt. That was her only solace in the storm--- that no one could see her cry. She still had dried leaves and seeds in her den, she could grow it again. But that did nothing to soothe the tremble in her chest.

As Mothgaze rushed toward her, Briarseed's vision blurred and she staggered toward her dear friend. She buried her face in her soft pelt, unable to say a thing. All she could do was be grateful for her friend's warmth. Could StarClan really communicate through a prophecy like this? Had they aimed the bolt, speaking through its destruction? It was cruel. Briarseed managed to compose herself, taking a shuddering breath as she lifted her head. She made out the pale cloud of her apprentice approaching. Through her unfocused eyes, he almost took the form of Fogfern. Her heart clenched again. "Don't be sorry, Cloudpaw," she managed to say. "There was nothing you could have done about the storm." She knew she should direct him and console him, to be the mentor that Fogfern was to her. They had to deal with the garden, gather new herbs, plant another.

Shrieks and screams coiled around her, then the sounds of angry, raised voices. The medicine cat sharply became aware of all the cats in the clearing. And like a secret unspoken in a tight pit of her stomach, the prophecy continued to sing. Too many cats, all unable to even know about what lies ahead. How could she pick up the pieces? Who was she to speak the words of the stars? She could barely lead her own apprentice. Briarseed wanted nothing more than to retreat into the quiet shade of her den.

𝗦𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧
(warrior) (40 mns) (she/her) (appr: goosepaw) (x)
(location: fallsclan camp) (tags: gullsplash, rabbitsong) (mentions: starlingflight)

Swallowsight emerged from the Warriors' Den, rain flicking off her thick blue fur. The heavy downpour had started fading into a drizzle, the sky lightening to a familiar foggy gray. The worst of the storm had passed, for now. Though an air of melancholy pervaded the camp, perhaps this bleak day could be salvaged. There was much to be done. Swallowsight lit up when she noticed Rabbitsong in the misty distance, her tail raising itself high in greeting. She had barely taken a few steps over the stones before she detected her brother's scent. Good, that lazy lump of bones was finally up. A gentle smirk played across her muzzle as she turned around to meet him, but it faltered when she saw his bristling hair. Her ears folded back as she faced his flippant outburst. Did she really make him that mad? The whole den ought to wake up now anyway, and when wasn't Starlingflight annoyed about something? But her gaze softened as she thought back to all their arguments since Gullsplash's apprenticehood. Maybe she should be less strict with him. Mouth pressed into a tense line, she said nothing until he turned away. She called toward his back: "Fine, the deputy will wake you up next time!" The deputy. Swallowsight whipped her head over to Rabbitsong, suddenly remembering her friend's new position. Had he seen them bickering? Lowering her tail, she felt heat suddenly prickling under her pelt. She dipped her head in respect, a little too awkwardly, a little too late. The flustered molly busied herself with dragging away a heavy branch, not meeting his gaze.

𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗣𝗔𝗪
(apprentice) (9 mns) (he/him) (mentor: spottedfeather) (x)
(location: apprentice den) (tags: goosepaw, yarrowpaw, snakepaw) (mentions: amberpaw)

Hopperpaw grinned as he saw his energy reflected in Goosepaw's expression. Hearing Yarrowpaw pipe up too, he bounced over to tell his story to both his friends: "There was this huge bolt of lightning that hit a tree over the medicine den. And then it made a fireball and sent bark shooting out like a thousand fangs! You should've seen the stream after it was gone, it was the size of the falls!" Well, that might have been slightly exaggerated. The young tom yammered on about the cool explosion, completely unaware of how his words affected the other apprentices in the den. Self-centered as he was, he barely shrugged when Amberpaw dodged past him with flattened ears. The violence of his excitement blinded him to the other's grief. However, even he couldn't ignore Snakepaw's scream. He pressed himself against the walls of the log as the fluffed-up little molly shoved past him in fright. His ears hurt. Hopperpaw stuck his tongue out after she disappeared, meowing, "Snakepaw's such a scaredy-mouse. Even kits aren't that scared of storms." Flicking his tail, he followed after Yarrowpaw to look out at camp. "See, there's nothing that scary out there."

𝗥𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗨𝗧
(elder) (121 mns) (he/him) (x)
(location: elders' den) (tags: spottedfeather) (mentions: none)

An obnoxious hello broke the fragile peace. Rumblespout jerked his head upward, ripped from his reverie. He could recognize that irreverent voice. Spottedfeather. How dare she give him such a singsong greeting, as if he hadn't buried the deputy the previous night. He fixed a glare at the entrance, muttering, "You may enter." The sharp stench of last night's fish pierced his nose, carving a few more creases in the elder's gray face. Back when he was a warrior, he woke before dawn to catch fresh prey for the elders and queens. Cats these days did the bare minimum, dragging day-old prey over in the morning while acting like they were doing a favor. Of course, he'd still eat it. You couldn't catch him wasting prey. Rumblespout pointed his knotted tail at a spot near the cave entrance. "Leave the fish there. Don't want it stinking up the place." His lip curled into a grimace.

[rey skywalker]

❝ 𝐒𝐘𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 ！
( ＬＥＡＤＥＲ | ＭＯＬＬＹ | ４１ ＭＯＯＮＳ | ＳＹＫＥＳＨＡＤＯＷ )

- apprentice: jackalpaw - setting | leader's den, clearing, killpile, medicine den | tags | jackalpaw, briarseed, cloudpaw, rabbitsong, (mentioned: neritebloom, gorsefang, lynxspring, perchwood)
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━━it rushed towards her, the splintering of the ground beneath the molly's paws, the look of fear that penetrated fogfern's gaze, the swift, piercing acknowledgement that the world was shattering beneath her paws. a scream raked against sykestar's throat, drowned out by he roar of the land crumbling beneath their medicine cat's paws. ice seeded in her veins. as the world collapsed and their beloved medicine cat was lost to ash and rubble, a hot searing pain replaced what felt cold and small in her chest. an image of coyoteleap appeared above the rubble, like mist drifting from the crashing waterfalls shielding their clan from the outside world.

━━his voice came loud and booming over the thunder of the water, "lead." he pronounced. "lead fallsclans from the darkness." his voice, familiar and no longer honey-soft as it once was, sykestar's dependable deputy's voice now rang booming as thunder across the inky sky. at the flash of lighting above him, sykestar gasps and falls to her paws, the ground digging into her elbows, moist against her fur. as her heart races, dark paws materialize beside her.

━━not just any paws, but the paws of her former deputy. the same deputy that replaced where fogfern was lost beneath the rocks. the sight burns into the back of her eyes. she should have turned away, respected her clan enough not to stare.

━━"lead," coyoteleap's voice whispers close to her ear. "lead them to safety." the racing nature of hear heart slows when she feels the comfort of his tongue between her ears, smoothing the fur there with affection.

━━"this is...this is wrong." sykestar finally mews, her voice barely above a whisper, "you're supposed to be here." an ache seeds between her ribs, where her pained heart continues to beat without her loyal companion. "i..." her tongue feels dry, lost searching for the right words, "i ... can't lead them ... alone." despite herself and despite her position, the fear and loneliness that cages sykestar to the darkness, she leans into it, into the warmth and the familiarity of her deputy, her close friend, her confident. "you're supposed to be here." she whispers, curling into what feels like his fur. his scent of ash and the water of the falls fills her nose. she continues to feel his tongue lapping at her head, offering her comfort.

━━the warmth that was his body and his affection, disappears. cold rivulets of water drip from between her ears, down her nose, onto the den floor. her slow beating heart becomes undone as her eyes adjust to the darkness of the den. lifting her head off her paws, the cold swirls around her body. scenting the air, something smells wrong. the soft herbal smell that usually drifts from the mouth of the medicine den, seems undetectable. her whiskers flick at the booming thunder above their clan.

━━easing onto her paws, sykestar first searches for coyoteleap among her den, in a spot familiar to the shape and color of his fur. in the corner, her gaze finds nothing. right. coyoteleap isn't here anymore. she had just named rabbitsong as his successor.

━━the truth seems to guide her from the shadows of the den, towards the entrance of her dwelling. once there, she feels the drizzle of rain pelting her face. upon gazing out at fallsclan, a clan under siege stares back at her. somewhere in the midst of her reunion with her deputy, a tree splintered from lightning. the charred texture at the damage clues her into the violence of the storm brewing over head. a deep sigh seeds in her throat, but does not pass her muzzle. "lead." coyoteleap's voice repeats in her head.

━━while surveying her clan, the familiar lanky figure of her apprentice appears in view. the tom slinks across the clearing towards the fresh-kill pile, intent on receiving a meal while the clan scrambles about in disarray. her fur bristles at the sight. moved to her paws, the molly snaps her jaws at the wind. she appears quite easily before the dark furred tom, his darkened golden gaze devoid of emotion.

━━"if you're going to observe your clan in distress..." sykestar begins to say, her paw laying into the small remains of what can feed the clan and is assembled in a pile, her sharp unsheathed claws drift over the options. her eyes never once leaving her apprentice's desolate gaze, she considers the juicy mole and the far less appetizing, dirty waterlogged rat. it's in this moment, that a memory surfaces in her mind of where she once almost performed such a selfish act in the face of a warrior who needed more than her apprentice status could afford. "then, here." She finally says after a moment of long, critical silence, her gaze penetrating and piercing. selecting the less appetizing filling, she digs her claws into the waterlogged rat, pushing the prey towards the apprentice "let the knowledge that your clan deserves better than your selfish manners cause this meal to be bitter on your tongue." while her tone nor posture assume any sense of defense or frustration, her chilled cool tone allows no room for arguing. jackalpaw can either take the kill or leave. his selfishness would only take his paws to a spot to eat, or away from his plans to neglect the clan.

━━"when you are done eating i expect to see you supporting your clan." she says before leaving, her thoughts rotating to another issue: the medicine den.

━━the herb garden, or what was left flattened and drowned by the rushing water, flickered among the fur of an amassed group at the mouth of the medicine den. sykestar's figure approaches, long strides causing her to seemingly glide over the terrain of their camp site, her fur sleek and almost shimmering with the moisture in her fur.

━━"there is nothing there to save." was the first exchange of the morning that sykestar offered their newest medicine cat apprentice, cloudpaw. "don't waste your energy." while her tone was strict, the delivery as smooth and knowing as the water that fractured some of their habitat and home, the leader's pale gaze, seemed to offer no room for an argument. "the herbs are gone. most of them," she adds, confirming with a tactful glance into the mouth of the den, distinguishing only a few herbs in briarseeds possession. her ear flicks at the reality, a weight smoothing over her fur at the thought of fallsclan's future. what future, they could mange, lead by her paws.

━━"i do possess some remaining herbs and seeds...i have catmint, marigold and others. not in excess, just enough..." she announces to the group at the medicine den, "we may plant them soon and treat any warriors in distress. until then, briarseed..." the leader turns to the medicine cat, "we will speak in private soon."

━━"jackalpaw," she calls to her apprentice, disregarding any interest of his to avoid responsibility, "summon gorsefang, neritebloom, perchwood and lynxsping for a patrol, look for materials to reinforce the dens and remove the splinters from the tree so no kit gets injured."

looking for rabbitsong, the leader sits quietly. "rabbitsong," her tail flicks as she summons the deputy, "please survey the damage and report back to me what needs to be done to remedy the damage."


WC: 1,100 +

[peachpit.]

« 𝚛 𝚊 𝚋 𝚋 𝚒 𝚝 𝚜 𝚘 𝚗 𝚐 ! »
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tom | forty-five moons | deputy | crush: swallowsight | heterosexual | location: outside medicine cat's den | mood: anxious, annoyed | tags: none | form | relos
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Rabbitsong knew there were patrols to be assigned, but helping with the medicine cat’s den was far more pressing. From the minute it happened, to towards the end of cleaning up, he remained silently helping, all he could muster. He was incredibly anxious, to the point where he felt he was about to hurl. Was he doing his job right? Of course he was, Briarseed needed help. After salvaging as many herbs as he could, he resorted to picking up charred scraps of wood and carrying them off to the side in an attempt to clean up. Rabbitsong felt exhausted. He did not sleep a wink last night, and had been doing hard labor all morning.

The quick glimpse of Swallowsight eased his uncomfort, catching her eye briefly before she turned to bicker with her younger brother. He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he returned to his work. It was no secret that Rabbitsong had a little crush on his dear friend, but there was much to be done now that he was deputy. Oh right! Deputy! Now that the medicine cat den fiasco was under control, and the rain finally let up, he could assign patrols. He lifted his head to scan all the cats who were up, and figure out who may lead the four hunting patrols of this morning, but caught sight of Sykestar making her way over.

She began by addressing the medicine cats, then her apprentice, and just before he set off to do his job, him. Turning back around to listen, as he had initially been turning to leave, she tasked him to survey the damage and report back his findings. He nodded to her silently and padded off, not one to argue or talk much for that matter, and figured he would assign his patrols after he completed his task.

Survey the damage? he thought, a little annoyed that his plans had been interrupted. He approached the scene reluctantly. What was there to be surveyed? Obviously the tree had been charred, but the base was still sticking out from the ground. There wasn’t much they could do to remedy this, probably just urge cats to stay away from it. As for the garden, his pale blue eyes floated over into the muddy flower beds. An easy fix, he thought, all they need to do is take some dry dirt from elsewhere and begin packing it in. The damage was truly minimal, despite the loss of herbs. As for that, the herbs would just need time to re-grow and everything would be right as rain.

Relieved his task was nearly over, his eyes scanned briefly around for Sykestar. He caught the eye of Swallowsight once more, the molly looking quite sheepish and embarrassed. She had dipped her head to him and hurried off to do some work. Puzzled, the chocolate pointed tom padded off to let Sykestar know of his findings.

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molly| sixty two moons | warrior | crush: open | bisexual | location: in camp | mood: depressed | tags: open | form | relos
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Still Mliktuft lay, sleeping. She had been the last warrior asleep, still hidden away in the darkness of the warrior’s den. These days, most cats do not bother to wake her. Most from pity, some from distaste of her “lazy” personality. The warmth from her clanmates had finally cooled away, the moss now chilly. A terrible wind blew into the den, ruffling Milktuft’s fur and lapping harshly at her cheeks. The chill was enough to wake her.

The ghost of a molly rose from her mossy bed, taking note that it was seriously time for her bedding to be changed. It had been her fault, seeing as she was never awake enough to do it. Immediately, feelings of numbness and grief caused a pain in her chest, and a harsh ache in her stomach had been finally enough to drag her out of the warrior’s den.

The last time she had seen the camp was two days ago, her depression at its peak and keeping her bedridden. She needed food and water, and hastily. Padding out of the warriors den, Milktuft’s eyes burned with the exposure of the natural lighting. She squinted and blinked a few times before gaining her composure. Stumbling heavily, the flame-pointed husk of a molly feebly made her way to the fresh-kill pile. Unaware of the status of the patrols of the morning, as well as the status of the clan in general, she could not postpone her malnourished body’s ache for food. She silently apologized for eating while nobody else had been. She plucked a fat vole out from the prey pile, and stumbled off under a bush to eat.

Milktuft had no earthly idea about the clan’s misfortune of the last two days, especially the deaths of Fogfern and Coyoteleap. Mind numb with grief, she sat silently, forcing the food down. The only thing in her mind was her dear, late Oceaneyes. No, she needed to think about something else. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to focus on something else.

She made a plan for today. She would change out her bedding, and visit the medicine cats den. She wanted to see what they would recommend for her declining health, as it became more apparent that she was wasting away and she no longer recognized herself. She would also get something to drink, for the love of Starclan.

« 𝚖 𝚘 𝚝 𝚑 𝚐 𝚊 𝚣 𝚎 ! »
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molly| twenty five moons | warrior | crush: open | heterosexual | location: medicine cats den | mood: worried | tags: briarseed and cloudpaw | form | relos
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Heart swollen with grief as she approached the wreckage of the herb garden, Mothgaze’s mind began to become frantic. Pale eyes flicking around in search of the familiar flamed pelt of Briarseed, Mothgaze’s heart nearly broke at the sight of her. Dissociated and stumbling, Briarseed was clearly a wreck. Mothgaze’s heart hammered in her chest and a soft shudder down her spine made her all too aware of how damp her pelt was, and how the rain had been letting up. Finally meeting the molly’s eyes, her paws darted to Briarseed’s side without any hesitation.

Briarseed had embraced her, burying her face into Mothgaze’s mottled pelt. “Oh, my dear.” Mothgaze began, pressing her nose to Briarseed’s red forehead in an attempt to console her. “I’m so sorry Briarseed.” Licking a bit of wet herb off the shambled molly’s cheek, she felt nothing but despair deep in her stomach. The medicine cat’s apprentice, Cloudpaw, approached them solemnly, Mothgaze sending the young tom a sympathetic smile before Briarseed lifted her head to speak with him. Not long after they began speaking, their leader, Skyestar, had approached and began instructing the surrounding cats. Skyestar happened to be her mentor before her accident, or so she was told, she never remembered much before the accident anyway. As the leader spoke, Mothgaze became increasingly aware of the growing crowd around them. Worried for the sake of Briarseed’s well-being, she spoke under her breath to the pair of medicine cat’s: “We should head inside of the den, it may be easier to get our heads back on hidden from the rest of the clan.” Sykestar’s stern demands caught Mothgaze off guard, and she figured all Briarseed needed right now was comfort. At least until she could think straight.

At Briarseed’s side, supporting her as she stumbled into the medicine cat’s den, Mothgaze hurried the medicine cats out of the public eye. It was a tragedy, and the pair should not have to grieve in front of everyone. Trying her best to help them settle in the den that was all too familiar, she thought about offering to help them replant the garden.

« 𝚐 𝚘 𝚘 𝚜 𝚎 𝚙 𝚊 𝚠 ! »
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tom| 8 moons | apprentice | crush: cloudpaw | heterosexual | location: apprentice den | mood: hungry, excited | tags: hopperpaw, yarrowpaw | form | relos
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Goosepaw was absolutely captivated as Hopperpaw went on about the “exploding tree,” bright yellow eyes wide with excitement. “There’s no way Hopperpaw!” He meowed suspiciously at Hopperpaw’s dramatic comments, not too stern about his words regardless. Goosepaw’s hanging belly swayed as he giggled, very amused by Hopperpaw’s flair for the dramatics. His snowy pelt couldn’t help but bristle with all the commotion, eager to tumble out of the apprentice’s den and get a quick look for himself. He was delighted their dear friend Yarrowpaw was up and equally as intrigued. Following the pair out into camp, his eyes landed on the charred tree. The rain had subsided quite a bit, and a group of cat’s gathered around the medicine cat's den.

A little bored by the lack of theatrics, he turned to his apprentice pals with a goofy smirk. “Are you guys hungry at all? I’m starving!” A devilish smirk parted his pastey-white muzzle as he followed with, “What do you say? Should we sneak out and get a bite to eat before the patrols?!” Goosepaw could not care less about the clan in disarray, and figured this would be the perfect time to sneak away without anyone noticing.