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Name: Coyotestar
Gender: Molly
Age: 36 moons
Rank: Leader
Mate: Hawkcry
Tags: Rosekit, Hawkkit,
Mosskit, The Clan
Feeling: Overwhelmed
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The sun's warm rays split through the darkness of Coyotestar's den. The lithe russet molly shifted slightly, blinking her eyes open into the sun. In the corner of her den, her three kits wrestled and played. enjoying one another's company. A purr rumbled in the lithe mollies chest as she watched her loved kits play. Hawkcry was so proud of them... I wish he was here with me. He should be leading the clan. I will make him proud though... and I know they will as well. Sadness washed over the young molly, her eyes glazing with misery. She longed to feel the warmth of her mate at her side. Longed for his company. Yowls broke through the silence of the clan camp. Shrieks of pain reverberated in her ears "you and the kit's stay put, I don't want any of you injured" the deep husky voice made her heart melt, and despite the defiant, cruel gleam that filled his eyes, a sort of softness settled over Hawkcry every time he looked to her. She nodded in response, wrapping her tail protectively around her kits. The yowls of protest made her flinch as the sickly sweet smell of blood rushed over her, overwhelming her senses. It seemed as though hours passed, her kits squirming at her side, eager to jump into the thick of battle. She pulled them closer until suddenly, all movement stopped. A hiss raged through the air and Coyoteclaw's eyes sought out the massive shape of her mate, his claws deep in Scorchstar's neck, a wound the leader would never heal from. Scorchstar fell, sputter to the ground, and just like that, Hawkcry was overtaken. She assumed the screech had come from ne of the clan cats, but she did not realized that it was her own as she barged out of the thicket and rushed to her mates side. Around her, cat's hissed and growled but the fighting had ceased and fear began to replace anger. Her nose pressed roughly against the side of her mate, his eyes wide and lifeless, body still and cooling. the lithe molly shook her head, clearing the thoughts from her mind as she pushed herself to her paws. Her eyes landed on the kits and a smile stretched across her maw. "Come now, let's play outside. It's time I called a clan meeting" Coyotestar ushered the young kits out with her tail, watching as they bounced out of the den and into the masses of cats already trying to rebuild their home. As she stepped into the sun, eyes blinking to adjust, she noticed the lack of fresh kill upon the pile. She would need to send out a hunting party. She also noticed the stale scent of Speckledfur tracing the clan camp. A chill ran through her back as she stepped forward, ready to call the clan together. I have no choice, she has betrayed her clan before, just as I have, but her rage for me is much stronger than that, and I do not doubt she will try to gain back what she believes is rightfully hers. The thought itself brought a hiss into the molly's throat, annoyance ever present in the young molly's eyes, the way her tail tip twitched, her whiskers vibrating with distaste. At last she sat back, curling her tail carefully around her forepaws "Let those old enough to catch their own prey gather here for a meeting" Her voice rang out, loud and clear, and she was pleased to see the cats respond, turning to her with relief in their eyes. So many injuries, so many deaths. She glanced at Lizardfang who limped out of the elders den. She knew she would never be a warrior again, and that that was something she would have to confront today. She had lost so much already that Coyotestar took sympathy upon her. She shifted slightly, her eyes boring into those around her, landing firmly on Batclaw. She had made her decision the night before. Despite being blind, he was loyal, strong and as great a warrior as anyone else. He would be her deputy, this she knew and it was something that she was proud of.┍━━━━━━━━┑
Name: Thistleheat
Gender: Molly
Age: 43 moons
Rank: Leader
Crush: Rattleclaw
Tags: Rattleclaw
Feeling: Sad, Tired
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Thistleheart had spent the night at the outskirts of the camp, her head resting peacefully on her paws as she watched the sun slowly rise at the edge of the desert. A sadness had filled the molly that didn't quite want to dissipate. In fact, it grew strong with every passing hour. She pushed herself to her paws as the afternoon sun beat down on her white pelt. Her eyes scanning the horizon as if at any moment she expected Venom to appear from the dust. The sickly sweet scent of iron had yet to wash itself free from her paws. The taste of Venom's blood as it slid down her throat made her gag. Nightmares had haunted her the last two nights, hearing Venom's screeches, her cries as her life was drained away, taken at the teeth of her own best friend. Her ears flickered forward before she turned her head towards the other's, her eyes landing on Rattleclaw. She could not describe her relief when she had seen the tom pacing after the battle, it was more than she could possibly handle and in that moment her emotions broke. She shook the feeling from her head and pushed herself to her paws, walking towards him, though her tail drooped slightly. A purr rumbled in her throat as she approached him, her eyes softening ever so slightly. "Rattleclaw, how are you feeling?" she asked softly, her voice gently. She was pulled away from her question by Coyoteclaw's voice. Her pelt bristled slightly at the reminder that Scorchstar, the one cat who had truly given her a chance was gone, but Coyotestar accepted her and never questioned her loyalty. Not when she was a warrior anyways, and she doubted she would as a leader either. She touched the tip of her tail to Rattleclaw's side, moving in pace with him towards the gathering cats.┍━━━━━━━━┑
Name:Fleetfoot
Gender: Molly
Age: 34 Moons
Rank: Warrior
Mate: Breezestripe
Tags: Softberry, Breezestripe
Feeling: Exhausted, Nauseous
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Fleetfoot stretched herself out in front of the warriors den, the sun beating down on her ebony coat. She relaxed slightly, her ears flicking, but her leg hurt beyond belief, leaving a stinging pain in her shoulder. Softberry had tended to it just the other day but it didn't seem to get better, and neither did the sickness rolling through her stomach. She turned her head slightly, nipping at the pain the seemed to echo her thoughts. It had been happening more frequently, the pain, the sickness. She hadn't slept well in days, even before the battle. She pushed herself to her paws, struggling to ease the pain, at last she turned towards the medicine cat's den, falling heavily back to her side "Softberry!" she yowled. Warmth spread across her body as she closed her eyes, her stubbed tail twitching slightly. A familiar, calming scent washed over her as she turned her head towards the entrance. Breezestripe walked through, carrying a small bundle in his jaws. Hunting must have been a success. She purred as she awaited his presence, though her attention was drawn back to Coyotestar as she spoke, again Fleetfoot tried to pull herself to her paws, succeeding despite the wave of nausea that rolled through her.┍━━━━━━━━┑
Sootfall
Gender: Tom
Age: 24 moons
Rank: Warrior
Crush: Open
Tags: ____
Feeling: ____
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Name: Scorchpaw
Gender: Tom
Age: 9 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Crush: Open, Will be
Mosskit & Hawkkit
Tags: Sandpaw, Thornwhisker
Feeling: ____
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Scorchpaw strutted out of the apprentice den, despite the slight limp that weighed him down. His ears flicked forwards, eyes scanning the clan as he searched for his brother. He was used to people staring, and quite frankly, it only peaked his ego. He lusted after attention like a tom lusting after a molly. He also knew, part of the reason people looked so fondly at him was his resemblance to his grandfather, Scorchstar. The thought sent a slight burst of annoyance ricocheting through the toms head. He hated being everyone's fascination. Hated looking like his grandfather but he shoved it aside. He was the one here now, getting the attention, getting the looks. He whisked his tail confidently as he padded towards his father and brother. Thornwhisker was teaching Sandpaw new moves, one's Scorchpaw had watched him do in battle. He picked up his pace, eager to make contact and smirked slightly when at last he approached. He let his side bump his brother slightly, throwing the tabby tom off balance. "I bet I could do it so much better than you" he purred, his whiskers twitching in amusement as he cast a challenging look at his brother. His attention was drawn away by the call of Coyotestar, his ears perking. He turned to his brother with a shrug and trotted towards the gathering cats.┍━━━━━━━━┑
Name: Rosekit
Gender: Molly
Age: 5 moons
Rank: Kit
Crush: Open, will later
be Sandpaw
Tags: ____
Feeling: ____
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Rosekit pushed at her sister Hawkkit playfully, her sharp, tiny claws unsheathing. She could hardly contain herself, even during play, wanting nothing more than to release her claws. She was used to the chatter of their father behind her back, and quite frankly, she didn't understand their problem with him. She, herself, was an ambitious young kit, eager to accomplish goals and wanting nothing more than to one day take her mothers spot, but she knew that may not happen, and she was content with being the best warrior in the clan. She rarely listened to the stories of her father, at least not the ones the others would tell them. When her mother spoke of Hawkcry, that was when she would listen, for her mother described what she believed was the true Hawkcry. She was so deep in thought she was barely aware that her mother had approached. With a soft shove of her tail, Coyotestar ushered them out of the den. Rosekit would not defy and neither would her siblings. All three of them rushed out the entrance and into the bright daylight "I'll race you to the warriors den!" She yowled, leaping forwards an into the clan.
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