Change Of Tides (Invite Only Warrior Cats RP)

[Chameleon]

Sunwing mumbled to himself as he sorted through herbs. Dust slowly rose from the leaves and entered his nose causing him to sneeze loudly. Herbs went flying and Sunwing scrambled around, trying to catch them all and organize them. His orange fur was covered with dust and his green eyes were dull with exhaustion by the time he had gathered up the herbs again. Some were brittle and others were black at the ends. Time to go herb hunting. Sunwing yawned and shook out his fur, trying to free it of dust before padding from the medicine cats' den and looking around.

(( I promise posts will be a lot better once I get settled in. ;3 ))

[videlicet]

(I'll post soon, I promise. I'm just extremely busy at the moment.D: I haven't forgotten this RP, and I'll hopefully be on for longer tonight!)

[greedling]

(Yeah I'll post tomorrow. Bad storms tonight. So I'll post if I still have a house and computer. e-e;;)

[videlicet]

Swiftpaw
Sitting in the camp clearing, Swiftpaw let his gaze wander. Past Sunwing, sitting outside the medicine den, away from Frostsight, who had seated herself on a rock below the ledge where Dreamstar held clan meetings, and out of camp altogether. He let his green eyes drift over the landscape, then move up to the sky. It was a beautiful day; the sky was a brilliant blue, marred only by a few wispy clouds. It was slightly humid out, but there was a faint breeze to compensate. It ruffled his black and white fur, as if urging him somewhere. Pushing against him, telling him to get to his paws and do something. Lounging in the sun wasn't helping anycat. But, Swiftpaw mused, bringing his gaze back down to earth, what was there to do? Hunting was an option... but he doubted he would be allowed to go off alone. Foxes and badgers were an ever-growing problem, encroaching more and more onto TideClan's territory. A scrawny apprentice like himself would be easy prey. There was nocat to take him training at the moment, and no patrols running. It seemed almost as if the clan was at a standstill.
Swiftpaw got to his paws, finally obliging the insistent breeze. He would find something to do. Anything was better than being idle -it was harder to keep the thoughts out when his brain was unoccupied. They had a way of creeping in when he was most unawares, as unshakeable as his own shadow. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it.
The young black and white tom was on his feet now, but still no opportunities presented themselves. The apprentice felt his tail beginning to twitch behind him -it seemed he would have to take the initiative.

(Pointless post is pointless. xD Nothing much to say. Oh, and Swiftpaw needs a mentor. C:)

[Dia.]

{{My posts will also improve when we get more into it. Do you have any preference for Swiftpaw's mentor?}}

Still with a ruffled pelt, Dartfoot ducked out of the warrior's den. One part of his lip was curled up, as it had gotten stuck on one of his teeth during the night. Cleary, he had no desire to make himself presentable until he had his breakfast. Slowly and groggily, the rust-colored tom cat made his way over to the fresh-kill pile. He noticed it was low and made it his goal to fill it by sunhigh.
Being ever-so-picky, he took a nice, plump mouse from the pile and walked to his favorite spot in the camp to eat. After settling down, he started to eat his meal. The rough edges on his mood smoothing over with each swallowed mouthful.

Cloudyfeather awoke with squinting blue eyes and a yawn when her grumpy den mate stepped on her tail on his way into the heart of camp. She grumbled, and pushed herself to sit up. Carefully and quickly, he started to groom her sleek pelt. Her pink tongue swept over her pale coat in efficient, short strokes.

[Veins Of Opal]

Dreamstar stepped out of her den, the small, dead leaves beneath her paws crinkling and breaking like thin bones. She lifted her bi-colored eyes to her camp, and pride filled the she-cats heart. The prey was running well, and Leaf-bare had just come to an end. New, green buds sprouted from the limbs of trees, and grass sprouts forced their way out of the thawing earth. The tranquil breath of wind the flowed and ebbed through camp was urging and persuading her to go out and hunt, to survey her home. The essence of life came with the new season, renewing what wilted and died in the frigid grasp of Leaf-Bare. Dreamstar flicked her tail, thinking up who would go onto the border patrol. Since the snow had recently melted, she knew the borders would need to be refreshed, and have a look-around for any foxes or badgers. She also pondered on who to mentor Swiftpaw and Shadowpaw. She glanced around at her fellow clanmates as they emerged from their dens and settled themselves within the clan clearing. The warm sunshine shone onto the camp, filtering through the little, growing leaves of the trees, giving a cheerful atmosphere. She flicked her eyes to Sunwing, and padded over to the Medicine cat. "Do you have enough herbs? I could send out Fernpaw to help collect them, if you'd like." the snowy-white she-cat offered to her friend, swishing her tail slowly, the breeze ruffling her plush fur.

((I'll post for the others later. ))

[greedling]

Fernpaw sneezed as she padded out of her nest, her small limbs creaking with effort. She twitched her nose before sneezing again, the dust from the herbs had gotten in her nose while she slept. She padded lightly out of the den, relieved for the fresh air that seemed to clear the herbs from her nostrils. She spotted Sunwing and Dreamstar talking, reluctant to approach them. She padded over to the two felines. Dipping her head respectfully to Dreamstar she sat beside Sunwing. "Good morning." She mewed quietly, her paws scuffling nervously over the ground.

Spottedfur sighed at the dawn light that was filtering through the roof of the warrior's den. Grumbling to herself she sat up. Blinking blearily she padded out of the den. Quickly she took notice of everyone awake, a slight purr rising in her throat when she saw her small daughter Fernpaw beside Sunwing. She began quickly grooming her pelt, flicking out the bits of moss that had entangled itself into her orange spotted pelt. As soon as her fur was smooth and clean she padded over to the slowly diminishing fresh-kill pile. She picked out a small vole and crouched down to eat.

[Chameleon]

Sunwing yawned and cleared his throat. He was still a little groggy from his late sleep and his paws itched to drag himself back to his nest. But herbs were running low and needed to be collected. Just on cue, Dreamstar approached him. The orange tom dipped his head at his leader, a rusty purr exploding from his throat and nose. "Yes, that would be excellent," he meowed smoothly to her. "They've gotten low from Leaf-bare and I think it's time that we collect more." Sunwing flexed his claws and nodded at Fernpaw. "Just in time young one. We're going herb hunting." The tom laughed and flicked his skinny orange tail, rising to his paws.

[Dia.]

{{meant to post yesterday, but right before I finished I hit the wrong buttons on my keyboard and everything was deleted.}}

The harsh edges on the edge of Dartfoot's mood were totally worn off by the time he swallowed the last bite of his meal. Now, it was only his appearance that made him seem like he would claw the ears off of any cat that disturbed him. He stretched and stood up, heading to bury the remains of his breakfast. Upon his return, he sat down and started to groom his scruffy pelt. Even with his efforts, his rust-colored fur refused to lie flat, and the top cat gave up. He blinked and peered around the camp, wondering what everyone was up to.

Frostsight watched the camp, her icy blue eyes shimmering brightly in the sunlight. Her tail flicked back and fourth, the fur moving like silk. She sheathed and unsheathed her claws in boredom, letting them scrape on the boulder under her paws.

[Veins Of Opal]

Dreamstar flicked her tail, giving a smile to Fernpaw. "Hello there, Fernpaw." she greeted the apprentice, standing. "I'll leave you to your herb collecting." she mewed softly to the medicine cat and his apprentice. She turned, padding away. She needed to organize a patrol. She looked up to the rock, seeing Frostsight. She jumped onto the highrock, nodding her head to the deputy. "I'd like you to go on patrol with Shadowpelt and Spiritgaze. They've both been rather sedentary. Though Crookedheart left for a hunt at dawn." the leader said to her deputy, sitting down beside the snowy-white she-cat. Her nearly white cream coloured pelt was ruffled in the ever urgent breeze that pulsed throughout the camp.

Shadowpelt laid in the clearing, his green eyes focused on a dying leaf in front of him. The small tom gave a huff, flicking his eyes around the camp, though his left eye was glazed over, blind. He was glad he still had sight, unlike Spiritgaze. He flicked his eyes to the tom who resided within the warrior's den, a rather somber, always present expression on his face.

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