Darkest Shadows (A Warrior RP) - OPEN NOW!

[maplefoxie]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxShadeblossom
xxxxxxxxxxxtom ♣ 35 moons ♣ medicine cat ♣ spruceclan ♣ tags; ♣ mentions; Willowstar, Wildstorm, Emberhawk
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xxxThe morning light crept through the brambles of medicine as the black and white tom awoke peacefully from his slumber, yellow eyes sliding open slowly so he wouldn't startle himself from the sudden brightness, it was a colder morning, but that never bothered the medicine cat. Pulling himself upright, he stretched out, letting out a soft yawn, it was hard to get a good nights sleep as a medicine cat, with all the dreams and the injuries he had to deal with, a sleep like that was a blessing. Moving a curious gaze over to the camp clearing, he tried to figure out the main things he would need to do for the day. Willowstar had probably just ordered a patrol, hunting, and probably one border? Those kind of tactics weren't his expertise. Wildstorm seems to have been awake much earlier than he had, and most other cats, save Emberhawk who looks as if she had a rough night, guarding would do that for cats, had either been sleeping or just preparing for a patrol, which had given him plenty of time to take numbers on herbs. Though usually sooner or later someone would come to him asking for assistance on something small, though that would never bother him, he liked being able to do something for the clan.
In the meantime, the bicolor took a few quiet steps out of the den, sitting down and then curling his tail around himself to look comfortable, subtly tilting his head towards the air to take a sniff, there had been no fights recently, but maybe some of the clan managed to get themself in a scrap? Though usually would report it if they found something dangerous on their territory, and then again he wasn't someone cats thought of when they thought of a cat with a good sense of smell. He was worrying too much, dropping his head from the air, there was nothing to smell but the morning air and something musty..? He was definitely worrying too much, that's too much thinking for one early morning.


xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCherryshine
xxxxxxxxxxxshe-cat ♥ 20 moons ♥ warrior ♥ spruceclan ♥ tags; Emberhawk ♥ mentions;
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xxxThe calico like being awake early, in the mornings the sky seemed to glow, beaming across the surface of brambles and ferns, quite the sight if you could get up early enough for it. Cherryshine was always an early bird, but she didn't need as much sleep as much as the older warriors, the benefits of being young. She gripped the mouse she held in her mouth a little bit tighter, she didn't always hunt in the mornings, but it's hard to resist when the mouse just happened to be in such a convenient location. Maybe the stars just wanted her to get moving in the morning. The mouse wasn't much in the scope of the entire clan, but her morning trip was meant to be a walk, rather than a hunting trip, so there really was no harm. Of course, with a mouse, she had to head back to camp soon, it would be a shame if the mouse wasn't fresh when she got back.
Cherryshine padded into camp, letting out a soft purr as she passed Emberhawk, the other molly was only 2 moons younger than her, so the two weren't entirely strangers, and dropped the mouse onto the prey pile, taking a moment to debate whether to approach the other she-cat, she wasn't too much of a socializer, and with some cats in the clan being able to talk for hours on end, it was strange since she never had much to say, like she didn't have anything to say to Emberhawk, so she instead settled for a nod an invitation if the other she-cat wanted to say something.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFoxtail
xxxxxxxxxxxtom ♠ 29 moons ♠ warrior ♠ rockclan ♠ tags; Hemlockeye ♠ mentions;
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xxxMornings were the worst, Foxtail decided, simply too tired to sit up, he had a rough night, bordering on a straight-up nightmare, except this time instead of being wide awake, it was like the dream just sucked all the energy out of him, somehow being startled awake might have been preferable. After a few minutes of desperately trying to get himself comfortable enough to fall asleep, he caved, pushing himself to be awake for the day, taking a poke out of the den, he managed to spot Hemlockeye by the prey pile, maybe a meal and a conversation would help keep him awake. "Good morning Hemlockeye!" he mewed, prancing over to the prey pile, only grabbing something small for the morning before looking at the white she-cat, "At least I hope it's a good morning, your morning's probably better than mine at least." he laughed out, shaking his fur trying to make himself not look like he just woke up with thorns in his nest.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIcepaw
xxxxxxxxxxxshe-cat ♦ 10 moons ♦ apprentice ♦ rockclan ♦ tags; ♦ mentions; Hollowpaw, Galepaw, Sagepaw
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xxxThe mostly white apprentice had been staring at the entrance of the den for a while now, her brother Hollowpaw wasn't awake yet and Galepaw seemed to still be sleeping, so the apprentice had decided to wait until either of them had woken up before she would do much unless her mentor walked in sooner with a task, either option would be preferable, sitting still got boring after a while. Worst-case scenario, she would talk the medicine apprentice, Sagepaw, but that was in case her mentor decided to ignore her and her denmates managed to sleep in for hours.

[cinnamoncat312]

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lynx pointed with blue eyes; molly; rank: Rockclan kit, future Spruceclan; age: 4 moons; tags: Splashkit, Swiftkit; mentions: Twistedheart, Willowstar

Lynxkit scurried up beside her sister and hushed Swiftkit. She perked her ears, trying to hone in any sound from the conversation. "L...must...Twi...No, they m....Shou..." Willowstar was saying. She could barely decipher it but she knew that they must be talking about Twistedheart and Lynxkit's siblings. ""They definitely are." The lynx point she-kit noted, giving a grim nod. Suddenly, a great, daring, Swiftkit-esque plan sprung forward. "We should spy on them!" She declared boldly, still keeping her voice low. She leaped down from their perch point and grinned at her siblings, waiting for them to agree. Or not agree. Oh dear Starclan she hoped they would agree.

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snow bengal with pale blue eyes; tom; rank: Rockclan mca; age: 9 moons; tags: open

Sagepaw sat silently in the medicine den, sorting herbs. His mentor had gone out of camp earlier, so he was alone. He took a deep breath, savoring the peaceful quiet of his lonesome den. His pink nose twitched as he held up a yarrow stalk and seperated it from a beech leaf. If he was going to be a medicine cat he really needed to get used to the sharp smell of herbs. He thought he heard something, but it was hard to tell as it came from the entrance, which was to the left of him, and he was nearly deaf in that ear.

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mottled cream with hazel eyes; molly; rank: Rockclan warrior; age: 20 moons; tags: open

Oceansnap twirled a leaf over her claws. She was still a bit out of breath from her recent training session and her heart was a bit too constricted for her liking. She huffed and ripped the leaf in frustration, trying to force herself to calm down.

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dark gray tabby with yellow eyes; tom; rank: Spruceclan deputy; age: 43 moons; tags: Willowstar, Shadeblossom

The dark gray deputy nodded as his leader asked him to watch camp. "Of course, Willowstar." He murmered, clearly heard but not too loud. He leaped down from his perch and surveyed the camp with his sharp golden gaze. As he scanned the place he has always known, he spotted Shadeblossom, probably working away in the medicine den. He smiled, mildly proud of his clan. Mildly, of course, as he knew not everyone was kind or useful. With a dramatic sweep of his long tail, he headed over to the bramble-ridden medicine den. "Shadeblossom! How are you doing this morning.'' He called with a friendly flick of his ears. He strided closer to the black and white tom, 8 moons his junior. He swept his gaze around the den, forcing himself to not wrinkle his nose at the sharp smell of herbs.