ℓαи∂мαяк || ℓιтєяαтє/ιиνιтє σиℓу

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{{@Voltic; Accepted, and its perfectly fine. I know what you're capable of :3

@ Firefly; Yes, Rain-luff has taken the position already XD Though you may still join with other cats?

@Beamz: Dont meantion it :3 I'm surprised theres no Tinypaw!

@Storm: Alright, thank you.}}

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{{We may officially start! :3 By the way, its raining in the roleplay :3 Also, I just wanted to remind everyone that as stated in the second post on the first page, Morningclan are in hiding from Nightclan. That means that when the clan does border patrols, their scents must be disguised. This also means no scent markers will be made. Dont worry. SOon I'll have Nightclan be aware of their exhistance :3 }}

"Wʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏsᴇ sɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ
ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇɴs."

Gɪɴɢᴇʀsᴛʀɪᴘᴇ

Tᴏᴍ | 18 ᴍᴏᴏɴs | Mᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ Cᴀᴛ | Cʀᴜsʜʟᴇss | Sᴍᴏᴋᴇᴘᴀᴡ

"Bᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀɪᴛɪsɪᴢᴇ,
ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ,
ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ."

Gingerstripe tucked his body deep inside of his leaf-bed, the chills from the outside air seeping into his den. His long legs were pulled into his belly as tight as he could, the rest of his body coiling around them. Even his tail was wrapped around, resting on his snout. His sightless eyes had closed, and the only movements he had made in quite a long while was his sides heaving with every breath he took.
After a long while, his body relaxed, sprawling out across the mossy bed. He let out an immence yawn, blinking open his ivory green eyes. He saw nothing. This was usual for the blind tom. Being that he was born blind, he never saw anything but darkness. Sometimes, he would find himself hesitating to open his eyes, hoping that he would see light.
As soon as Gingerstripe rose to his paws, a light gust of wind whipped into his den and through his orange pelt. He almost leapt aside, but instead his whiskers twitched curiously and padded out to the opening of the den. He looked out, though seeing nothing, he could feel it all, better than any other sightful cat would. The wind blowing, the rain splattering his face, and the thumping of water onto the camp ground.
He let out a shiver from the cold air. Blasted rain. Most the herbs will be destroyed now. He let out a hiss below his breath, claw shethering and digging themselves into the wet soil beneath him. His tail lashed furiously, because now the rain had come down much harder, pelting his body with immense force.
Gingerstripe looked around at the awakening cats, whiskers twitching. I'll have Smokepaw go out and look for herbs. No way in Starclan am I going out in this weather.

"Cᴜʀɪᴏsɪᴛʏ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛ ʜᴜʜ?
Tʜᴇɴ I'ʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ sᴍᴀʀᴛᴇʀ."

Oᴡʟғʟɪɢʜᴛ

Tᴏᴍ | 18 ᴍᴏᴏɴs | Wᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ | Cʀᴜsʜʟᴇss | Aᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇʟᴇss

"I'ᴍ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋᴇʀ, sᴍᴀʀᴛᴇʀ, ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ,
ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. Wᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ
ᴡʜʏ? I ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴜᴄᴄᴇᴇᴅ."

Owlflight rocked back and forth on his paws, claws digging into the earth beneath him. His amber eyes were locked on a helpless mouse that was nibbing on a flower seed. His body was still, claws dug deep into the soil beneath him. His couch was low to the ground, belly brushing the forest floor, tail dangling just above it. The black and white tom crept slowly from the shade of a large bush, pawsteps silent.
Then, a drop of water splattered on his snout. Owlflight blinked, shaking it off and continuing his crawl forward. But another drop hit him, this time on his shoulder. The warrior frowned. Rain. Just what I needed... Of course, he was being sarcastic. Rain while hunting was the last thing any cat needed because just as it was doing now, it scared away prey.
The mouse had heard wter splatter beside him, and so it looked up into the skin. When a droplet of water fell onto it, it was soaked within seconds. And so, the mouse stuffed the seed into his mouth, shook out his small pelt, and dashed away. It didnt know it was being chased until Owlflight leapt from where he was hiding, paws thundering the wet forest floor as he sprinted after it. Rain poured down harder now, pelting his fur angrily. The warrior had to talk himself out of stopping. It's just water. No harm can come from it. The tom didnt believe this, because his father who had been the previous lader of Morningclan, Lightstar, had died during a flood. And his mother Brighteyes? She just passed two moons ago from falling into the harsh stream and being too old to pull herself out.
As more rain came down, it somehow managed to always find Owlflight and cling to his pelt, dragging him down in his chase. The mouse was smart, he would give it that. It was constantly ducking into bushes, leaping over logs, and hiding under leaves, well until Owlflight squeezed it out with his paw. However, as the tom guessed, the mouse must have seen a small opening in the bottom of a tree trunk, just small enough for it to pass through but not Owlflight. This crevace thouh, turned out to be a shadow coming off a bush and wth that Owlflight trapped it between himself and the tree trunk, killing it with a swift bite.

"Bᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ғᴇɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋ
ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʏ."

Cʀɪᴄᴋᴇᴛsᴏɴɢ

Sʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛ | 18 ᴍᴏᴏɴs | Wᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ | Cʀᴜsʜʟᴇss | Sɴᴀᴋᴇᴘᴀᴡ

"Tᴏ ʙᴇ, ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ
ʙᴇ. I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ
ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ."

Cricketsong padded calmly from the warriors den up until she felt the stinging of the fast rain pounding into her flank. She held back a small yelp, jumping back into the shelter of the warrior's den. Careful not to get her denmates wet, she shook out her now soaked silvery grey pelt. SHe sat down by the enterance, though just enough to watch the ran come down as hard as it was outside. Rain during New-Leaf? This hard? What's Starclan up to now?
The petite she cat pulled her buh of a tal closer to her, almost begging for warmth besides the cold winds that came with the rain. Her whiskers were dappled with water droplets, though she didnt mind. Instead, she just licked them off, glad for the moisture inside her dry mouth. She didnt dare let the falling rain go into her outh, for she was afraid its force would pelt the inside of her throat, causing it to be sore. SHe knew what herbs needed to be used to cure a sore throat, and she wasnt looking forward to eating those foul flowers. That tangy afterfeeling she got made her blood run cold.
Cricketsong rased her tongue down her white chest fur, smoothing it over. Her thoughts began to run wild. How will ____star organize patrols? I dont even want to leave the den! As for Snakepaw... We can train another time. Finally, Cricketsong had had enough of this waiting around for the rain to stop. It was obvious it wasnt going to let up for a while. Whipping up enough courage, she dashed out of the warriors den. Running past the fresh kill pile, she frowned. All the prey will be soiled! SHe slid to a stop, leapt back over to the fresh kill pile, and dug til she found the driest piece of kill. Se snatched it up into her jaws and scrambled over to the nursery.
She ducked into the safety of the nursery, dropping the hare and shaking her silvery grey pelt dry. "Hey Beekit, Mintflurry! Sheesh, it's raining cats and dogs out there!" She gave her pelt another quick shake, sitting down to lick her chest fur flat. "I brought you guys a hare. Sorry its a bit damp, but it was the driest of the bunch."

[saige.]

{Gotta leave this a wip since I have to leave now Dx}

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{{Mɪɴᴛғʟᴜʀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ Bᴇᴇᴋɪᴛ}}

Beekit stared outside with still eyes, yet her body motions told another story; her tail twitched, paws fidgeted, body continued to adjust to fit a more comfortable position to sit in the air-damp ground. Eventually, she let out a huff through her nose, whimpering slightly at the dreaded sight of the pouring rain. Normally, Beekit wouldn't mind a drizzle here and there, but today...today was different. Anxiously she gazed out, deep green eyes burning with plead for StarClan to cease the falling water and return sunshine to the land, but with the dark clouds cluttered overhead, that was more wishful thinking than anything. The pale tabby torn her fixed gaze away from the nursery entrance, eyes trailing lazily across the ground to come upon the still slumbering form of Mintflurry, her mother.

Turning around, standing as she did, Beekit crawled back to her mother, now feeling the cold air that had been blowing on her small structure and chilling everything both on and beneath her fur. Settling down and curling up against the warm belly of Mintflurry, the enticing scent of lingering milk, combined with the welcoming and defrosting allure of her mother's body heat was enough to put Beekit back to sleep. Luring back to the draw of sleep, the kit began to doze off, eyes fluttering shut. For a good while, she remained asleep, curled up next to Mintflurry in synchronized sleep, but approaching pawsteps caught her attention. Waking up, gaping her jaw in a squeaky yawn, the golden she-cat looked up through half-opened eyes. In the distance, through the foggy rain, Beekit could make out a figure approaching the nursery. Quickly, she nudged her mother awake, her still-cold nose sending enough sudden shock to wake up the sleeping Queen. The white and brown she-cat grumbled softly, licking her chops a few times before slitting her eyes open enough to meet that of her daughter's. "Beekit...? What's the matter?" She asked, her voice still soft, yet it was laced with a tired rasp.

Beekit cocked her head to one side as her mother awoke, blinking her matching eyes before glancing over her shoulder. "We have company, Mintflurry," she mewed, sitting up straight and directing her attention at the approaching shadow; Cricketsong. Beekit blinked at the appearance of the Warrior, nose immediately catching at the damp prey that had been brought to them. Almost as if on cue, her stomach began to rumble, and an embarrassed fluster formed in her light-toned cheeks. Flicking her ear to the sound of laughter, Beekit swung her head over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at her mother, only to be returned with an amused smile in return. Mintflurry looked up at Cricketsong, nodding her head graciously, "StarClan isn't going to make hunting today easy, are they?" she asked in a friendly manner, shuffling her forepaws to sit upright, yet her legs still rested and jutted out from beneath her somewhat big belly. Even though she had had Beekit moons ago, bits of pregnancy fat remained and kept not only her, but her daughter warm on cold nights and rainy days such as this. "Thank you for the hare, Cricketsong. We'll be sure to savor the hard work of our fellow Clanmates. Right, Beekit?" Beekit merely answered her mother with a nod, her stare fixed on the hare and glistening with ravenous hunger.

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[[Sɴᴀᴋᴇᴘᴀᴡ]]

Though still captivated by the allure of sleep, Snakepaw lay awake for one key reason; Applepaw's constant fidgeting and kicking of the moss. Bits of moss had been tossed at him throughout the night, followed by the eye-catching movements he noticed when his eyes unwillingly flickered open randomly in the night. A groan escaped him, quiet yet deep, as he stretched in his moss-bed, claws unsheathing and scraping against the floor of the den. Snakepaw opened his amber eyes, allowing them to graze around the den to see that most of the other Apprentices lie still and asleep, despite Applepaw's moving around in her bed not too far away. It was his fault, however, for placing his bed close to hers, but what did it matter now? He was pissed for being woken up, sure, but it would do no good to ponder on thoughts of getting back at her later when instead, he could be getting some fresh air.

Standing up, Snakepaw yawned, his powerful jaw clamping with a loud "click". Glancing around at the others, the marble tabby blinked slowly before turning and heading towards the entrance of the den, a gust of frigid air whipping against him. The Apprentice cringed as the cold feeling started to nip at him, but he braced it and stopped at the mouth of the den. Shuffling his paws to sit down, Snakepaw watched MorningClan come alive before him, despite the strange new-leaf rain. The amber-eyed Tom tapped his tail lightly against the ground, huffing as the rain pelted against him in sharp, needle-thin drops. Retreating back into the Apprentice's Den, Snakepaw took refuge in the warmer den, heated up with the body heat of his fellow Apprentices that slept there as well. All the while, he hadn't even noticed Applepaw had up and left. The gray and black tabby blinked in bewilderment. How had she gotten past him without him knowing? Snakepaw shook his head, cursing himself mentally and lightly for not noticing her pass by him. Trotting back out to the front of the den, he awaited her return. Even if he wasn't the nicest Toms around, he still took kindly to Applepaw's company.

Sure enough, she came into view and approached him with an air of exhaustion. When the question of hunting came up, Snakepaw raised a brow, glancing around at the rain that hailed down around them. "You really want to hunt in this weather, Applepaw? I think you have more water in your head than there is puddling around camp," he teased, a mocking smirk playing upon his muzzle. "But if you really want to go out with a drenched pelt, be my guest. I'd gladly take that opportunity to see you like that." Snakepaw gently touched her arm with his paw in a playful gesture, that same mocking expression etched on his face as he spoke with the she-cat.

[moon.]

|| Ahh, I know! I wanted some new characters, though x3 I might bring her later if any of my cats ever have kits.. maybe (; ||

➔ ➔ ａｐｐｌｅｐａｗ

Applepaw opens her jaws wide in the beginning of a scream, staring up at the horrors that face her. Tall, gangly shadows dance around the dimly lit walls, only a small filter of a high waning oblivion casting light on her situation. Her breath comes uneven through her gaping mouth, the unsaid wail waiting to be released. But she can't. Something restricts her airways, as if she were a small mouse, slowly being strangled by a snickering cobra. Faces appear on the wall, only their shadows, though they are hollow and panic stricken, places where eyes should be turned downward in despair, boney jaw frames opened wide in plea for a release of their terror. She ducks down, tail curled low, fear striking in her amber eyes as they glow back. More shadows appear on the wall, though they belong to no cat, for the cave is empty and dark, dripping ominously from an unseen source. There is no sound - all is silent, except for the echo of water droplets. Plop. Plop. Plop. A tall, wide framed silhouette dances on the wall, towering over the frightened souls, bending down to open his jaws and scream a silent scream in their faces. The helpless shadows wallow and wane, heads held back in torture as they stare into oblivion, forms slowly fading into nothing but black liquid. The liquid doesn't remain a murky shadow on the wall, though.. It comes to life, dripping from the stone, inching its tarry substance closer and closer to her with each and every moment that she hesitates. Panicked now, Applepaw scrambles, but to no avail, for she is completely paralyzed. The goo curls around her feet, climbing up her legs. The thick, black stuff tangles in her fur, slowly, slowly inching its way up her neck, and towards her open, soundless mouth...

Bah! Applepaw gasps, shooting upright in her nest. Her nest... No tar builds up her legs and towards her face, no shadows dance along a cave wall, and nothing threatens to take her life. She is safe in her nest, den mates and clan mates milling about. By the looks of the moss scrambled about her, she had been tossing and turning during her near silent nightmare - perhaps even wailing in despair for the souls that had been so mercilessly melted, or for her own that nearly joined them. But, everything is safe now. She can't be hurt... With shaky paws, Applepaw stands, shaking out the remaining scraps of twigs and moss. She neatly pulls her pile back together, organizing it so it didn't look as though she had had a terrifying nightmare. No other is to know of this, Applepaw. She reminds herself, licking her chest fur and back fur a few times before emerging into the clearing, gorgeous amber eyes glittering as the sun catches in a rainbow of color. She stretches out, black fur rippling along her spine. Just another day. Go with it, go with it. Don't remember your fear... Don't think of it! Her mind silently scolds as her white paws twiddle through the dirt of camp. MorningClan seems to just be awakening as cats from all over emerge and stretch, filling the air with a light buzz. It is nice to finally have company, other than her loony self and crazed dreams. Something to do... Something to do! My paws need something to do.

Applepaw's mind had been so preoccupied with, well, herself, that she barely noticed the rain bounding down on her pelt. She closes her eyes and silently curses, tail lashing in impatience. She stretches her neck around to see her already drenched pelt, and has no clue how she didn't notice it earlier. Oh, well, a little rain never hurt anybody. Besides, the Clan is hungry, and hunting is in order. Perhaps she should go on her own... Or would that be foolish? She doesn't know exactly, but it is worth the shot. May as well try to find a hunting partner before emerging into the big, bad world on her own. Uh.. Her amber eyes scan the clearing, little white tail tip twitching as her black pelt quivers lightly. Finally, she spots another apprentice, Snakepaw. We all need training... She mutters, dreading approaching another cat in her foul state, but she does it anyways. Hi, Snakepaw. She says to the grey and black tom. I really need to get out and hunt... Obviously not near NightClan. Do you wanna come? Unless the rain... You know.. Applepaw adds, knowing she must seem crazy for wanting to hunt in the rain. Oh well. Just another cat to call her a lunatic for being herself.

➔ ➔ ａｓｐｅｎｆｒｏｓｔ

WIP

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"Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ
ᴍᴇ, sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛs. Mᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ."

Sᴘᴀʀᴋsᴛᴀʀ

Tᴏᴍ | 30 ᴍᴏᴏɴs | Lᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | Cʀᴜsʜʟᴇss | Aᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇʟᴇss

"Tᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ɪs
ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. Tᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴏᴜs
ɪs ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ."

Sparkstar wip

{{ I wont roleplay Storm's Sparkstar unless someone has their cats speak to him. If you want him to, you may do so.}}

[. silent]

[[ Thank you so much! And I am in no possible mood to roleplay at all tonight, since I have a massive headache and I am dizzy, and with intense stomach cramps. My parents think it is a Travel Anxiety think, but I'm getting warmer. Why does this have to happen the night before I leave?! ]]

[.without a doubt]

rapidstrike ;;

Rhythmic breathing of Ashflight laden on Rapidstrike's chest lead the tom to allow the world to come in at him at a steady, but blurry vision. Sighing softly, he adjusted his body to drop his kin off of his shoulder softly, laying her down with care. A small smile appeared on the tom's lips; she looked so peaceful in her sleep, unlike her awakened-self which was snobbish and rude. "You are a good cat, Ashflight. Don't let anyone take that away from you." He spoke softly, as if he were still only a kit in the nursery, afraid that his sibling might get slaughtered by some moss-ball the queens had gifted to them. Exhaling with strength, Rapidstrike struggled to his wide paws, slowly cuffing Ashflight's twitching ear. "Get up, sleepy-head. It's time to get to work." She had grumbled something inaudible to her brother, clearly acting like her grumpy-self. Twitching long whiskers in amusement, the gray feline shook his pelt off; lids still tired with deep sleep. Reaching his long tail to tickle Ashflight's dark-lined nose, he chuckled softly, walking stiffly with his sleepy legs out of the large warrior den.

It was only now that Rapidstrike noticed the rain that would soon fall onto his back. To late. Icy bullets shot down the tom's spine, making it shiver in fright, hair standing up on the top of his dark pelt. "Foxdung." The cat's teeth chattered, his bones almost frozen to the core. It was cold.

The warriors of Morningclan were proud, but had to hide from the other cats that roamed the forests; Nightclan. It was hard work, only being able to do minimal things to keep the clan alive, for now. Rain or shine, Rapidstrike had to do his duties. Letting the raindrops fall off of his pelt, he started walking over to Sparkstar. "Well, the weather isn't so great." The warrior greeted his leader, amusement rising in his frozen voice. Truthfully, Rapidstrike was for once at a loss of words. It would be pointless going on a hunting or border patrol; all of the prey was probably hidden safely in their warm, cozy burrows, and the scent that would disguise them would soon wash off with the blasted rain. Oh, what I would do to be inside of one of the other animal's burrows, safe and sound.

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

{lets get to know each other}
name ; Whitetide
gender ; Female
warrior name ; Whitetide
rank ; Warrior
wanted rank ; Deputy

{on the outside}
overall description ; Beautiful is the first word that usually comes to mind looking at Whitetide. Her fur is just long and tousled enough to makethe tufts look like whitecaps on the ocean. Her features are sharp. Her build is lean and her legs are long. Her elegant and intimidating look is softened by the calming green color of her eyes. Theyre a soft green that make you trust her with one glance.
pelt color ; White
eye color ; Pale green
scars/ markings ; --
length ; Long
width ; Small

{digging deeper}
crush ; --
mate ; --
kits ; --
kin ; Rainblur {brother}
personality ; Whitetide would seem innocent to anyone at first glance. She definately has hidden motives, though. Shes an excellent actress and always plays it off as a happy go lucky klutz who has an innocent mind and a kind heart. Behind the scenes, shes ambitious and clever. Her thoughts are pure evil but shed never listen to them. Her character is moral, her thoughts immoral, and her real self somewhere in between. Shes not afraid to break the rules but she finds fun primitive. She always practices fighting and could take down a tom twice her size. Jokesters appal her, but maybe she needs to be broken through. Maybe she needs a free spirit to set her own free from the bonds of duty.

other ; --

{lets get to know each other}
name ; Rainblur
gender ; Male
warrior name ; Rainblur
rank ; Warrior
wanted rank ; Warrior

{on the outside}
overall description ; WIP
pelt color ; Gray tabby; mostly white
eye color ; Green
scars/ markings ; Scar on his back leg
length ; Long
width ; Wide

{digging deeper}
crush ; --
mate ; --
kits ; --
kin ; Whitetide {sister}
personality ; WIP

other ; --

[carrie dee.]

{ Hey Deffs, since you love me so much, wanna just accept me though my forms are nowhere near finished? XD I have the basics on page 2. I'm still working on them, don't worry! }

[moon.]

|| without a doubt; Is that alright if I role play Aspenfrost with Ashflight? I don't just want to wake her up randomly xD ||