𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙉 ▬ ❛ tales of treachery ❜

[Rae'tia]

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【Lionscar】
〘 58 Moons | Warrior | He/Him | Heterosexual 〙
➢ Mentions: Boubonstride & Bearpaw | ➣ Tagged: Open

indentationOne dark copper eye flew open as the hulking tom awoke, the fur along his spine on end before he forced it flat. The one useful eye snapped around, for a few heartbeats as if he was still making sure that he was where he thought he was. Once he'd ascertained where he'd known that he was, the hulking tom got to his feet, and he slowly lumbered out of the warrior's den. His eyes wandered the camp, and soon a smile worked its way onto his maw. Quite a few cats were up, which was a gift that kept on giving. While the heat of green-leaf was always a bother with his long and thick fur, these leaf-bare days were a strange blessing despite the smaller amount of prey. He would always be thankful that his thick coat kept him a little bit warmer than others.
indentationComing to a stop near the middle of camp he paused looking for the Bourbonstrides form. The other tom was the clan's deputy, and Lionscar hoped to get assigned on a hunting patrol this morning. But first, the tom figured he should probably wake up his new apprentice, Bearpaw. A yawn escaped his jaws his pale ivory fangs glinting in the low sunlight before he started padding towards the apprentice's den to see if the young apprentice was awake.

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【Frostmask】
〘 47 Moons | Warrior | They/Them | Pansex-Demirom 〙
➢ Mentions: None | ➣ Tagged: Open

indentation It wasn't often that Frostmask slept well, their sleeping problems had her going to sleep late into the night and waking long before dawn. There were rare occasions when Frostmask slept until dawn, but unfortunately, today wasn't one of those days. Frostmask had once joked at least with their inability to sleep well, they'd be able to get up and get some work done before anyone was up. They would normally go search out some moss or patrol one of the closest borders or even go on a short hunting trip. Today though, they had decided to relax a little and just go on a walk through the forest. Though that's not to say that they didn't bring back any prey with them. A skinny mouse and thrush hung from their jaws, swaying slightly as they padded into camp.
indentation The snow-furred cat paused just inside the camp, glancing over their clan-mates before padding over to the prey-pile. Calmly dropping the thrush on the prey-pile the feline made sure to keep the mouse in their mouth. After all that mouse was gonna be their breakfast. Blinking slowly down at the prey-pile they sighed before padding over to their usual area and laid down before digging into their morning meal.

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【Ferretpaw】
〘 11 Moons | Apprentice | He/Him | Homosexual 〙
➢ Mentions: Lionscar, Lizardfang & Whisperflight | ➣ Tagged: Open

indentation His eyes fluttered open slowly, as a small and soft yawn escaped him. Letting out a soft groan the wild-furred apprentice got to his paws and did a few quick stretches. Glancing around the apprentice's den, the tabby tom huffed. There weren't many apprentices in the clan at this point and took it as a point to watch over the newer apprentices. Not that he'd be an apprentice for much longer, being eleven moons old, the tom figured he'd have his warrior ceremony in a moon, or a moon and a half tops. A soft rumble left him as he padded out of the apprentice's den, brushing past Lionscar and heading straight for the prey-pile.
indentationNormally he'd be getting something for old Lizardfang, but he figured he'd let one of the younger apprentices take care of it this morning. So he was picking for himself this morning. The purr that rumbled in his chest lessened as he swiped a squirrel, and trotted over to an open space to eat. As he laid down and started eating the dark tom's eyes wandered over to his mentor, Whisperflight. Silently he wondered what they would be doing today, he didn't have much of a preference, he just hoped it would be a little fun.

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【Jelena】
〘 25 Moons | Outsider | She/her | Bisexual 〙
➢ Mentions: None | ➣ Tagged: Open

indentation There was nothing more than Jelena hated than leaf-bare. The cold, the snow, and the other bits of dreary weather made her quite cranky. The cold also made the scar on her shoulder ache, so she often did her best to keep warm in the colder season. Which didn't always work when one was a wildcat. Lena had been awoken by her own shivering due to the cold, the blue-gray she-cat hadn't been able to find a suitable place to sleep the night before and had ended up sleeping out in the open without much protection. She glanced up at the leafless bush she'd found shelter under, it was quite young and didn't really protect her much from the elements, but it had worked for the most part. Sighing, and shaking out her fur the feline stepped out from under her shelter and started to make her way to the pond.
indentation Jelena adored the pond, the area around it wasn't exactly warm, but the freshwater always warmed her up after a cold night. And she'd on occasion find a quick bite to eat, whether it was a mouse, something bigger she could count on the pond to feed her if worse came to worst. But that wasn't her reason for going to the pond today, but to finally meet one of the clan-cats. And hopefully, she'd eventually, meet her father.

[yoonoh]

𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐏𝐀𝐖 !
med apprentice • feeling sleepy • at med cat den • mentions isopodshell
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As per usual, Peachpaw was sleeping in. She was notorious in the medicine cat den for being the last one to wake, yet the first to go to sleep at night. Every so often the molly would rustle in her nest, until the movement of another cat woke her. She huffed, peeking her eyes open to see the source: Isopodshell. Then, she gave another groan before turning away, placing her tail over her eyes to block out the morning sun. She hoped her mentor hadn't heard her, she wanted a few more minutes of sleep before the day of training.

𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 !
warrior • feeling hungry • at camp • with frostmask
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The tom woke as soon as the sunlight had entered the warriors den, quickly exiting to lay in a patch of flattened grass and bask in the morning light. He had gone on an evening patrol the previous night, and his limbs were still slightly achey from hunting. Hazelcloud watched as each cat made their way to the fresh-kill pile, soon deciding to grab a serving for himself. After all, he had earned it after the big squirrel he caught last night! He picked up the thrush he had seen Frostmask drop a few moments ago, giving a curt nod to the warrior as he sat himself next to them. The two weren't necessarily close, but Hazelcloud was familiar with the older warrior from being on patrol together a few times. "How's prey running this morning?" Hazelcloud asks, before taking a mouthful of thrush.

[razzberry]

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a muscular shorthaired snowshoe tom with a dark face and piercing blue eyes
tomcat ∾ 57 moons ∾ deputy ∾ location: camp ∾ mentions: - ∾ tags: the clan

Thorn-sharp talons extended from their sheaths in his toes as the muscled warrior stretched his limbs out in front of him, toes flexing in the process before they relaxed and his claws disappeared from view. Bourbonstride stood near the gaping hole in the ground that sheltered the clan's prey and upon a quick glance the deputy could gather that the hunting patrols would really need to work to bring back food that day. The rapidly declining temperatures wouldn't give them much aide either in their search for food and if they didn't make haste they would be left scrambling to find prey when leafbare brought the heavy snows. He was aware of Cedarstar who sat atop moss-ledge just above him to his left though instead of calling up to her to begin the dreary interaction of smalltalk he focused his attention on the cats milling about the camp. Bourbonstride had planned to get patrols sent out quickly so that, if needed, more could be sent out around-the-clock if the first patrols found the prey was being especially coy that morning.

As he mentally put together patrols, taking into account those of his clan mates who were still sleeping, Bourbonstride glanced once again at the dwindling pile of prey within the hole. He'd push his own hunger aside for now until more was brought back with the first hunting patrol. The tom would much rather someone else take their fill before he did. "Those who wish to join the morning patrols, please gather by the fresh-kill pile!" Bourbonstride's raspy voice boomed within the pit of the camp. The tom's face was set in it's normal state of indifference, though he'd often heard some say it was nearly the equivalent of looking like he'd been ticked off by something. Nevertheless he'd shrugged it off, after all gossip would be gossip regardless of if it held any truth.

❦ — — 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄

a slender shorthaired calico tabby with sea green eyes and long whiskers
molly ∾ 30 moons ∾ warrior ∾ apprentice: starlingpaw ∾ location: camp ∾ mentions: - ∾ tags: whisperflight

The spot where she was splayed out in a soft, mossy part of the camp had begun to warm from her body heat but even that did little against the biting chill of leaf bare. However the morning sun was warming up her patched pelt quite comfortably. Laid out on her side, Meadowbrine had been half awake as she sensed her clan mates emerging from the dens and going about their mornings. Unlike many the molly had been up since before dawn, unable to sleep due to the nightmares that plagued her dreams. It was mostly the same; her father scrambling helplessly to get his footing up the steep slope right before the rockslide took him. It wasn't the wails of her mother and the rest of the patrol that haunted her nor was it the deafening sound of the rocks tumbling down and crushing his body. No, it was the flicker of terror that crossed her father's face for the first time in Meadowbrine's life. She'd never seen her father show anything less than courage, despite knowing that he had fears like every normal cat, so to see such raw fear would haunt her forever.

That nightmare had brought her to where the first clan mates to wake had found her. The calico tabby lifted her head up off the ground and let her eyes peer around camp once she'd noticed it had gotten a little busier. Lifting her lean body off her side and up onto her dainty paws, Meadowbrine spied a familiar face sitting on the outskirts of camp whose company she often enjoyed. The thought that maybe Whisperflight had wanted time to herself not occurring to her at all, she ambled over to the molly with a dip of her head in greeting. "Good morning Whisperflight. Sleep well?" she mewed as she sat down next to the rock the other warrior was perched upon.

♆ — — 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄

a large longhaired dark brown tabby maine coon with yellow-green eyes
molly ∾ 39 moons ∾ outsider ∾ location: woodland ∾ mentions: - ∾ tags: -

The wind whistled outside the entrance of her den reminding her how grateful she was to bear such a thick pelt, especially when the leafbare's around there could be utterly merciless sometimes. Peregrine's "den" wasn't what you'd typically expect of a feline dwelling, her's was in a tree. She'd happened along it years ago by chance when she'd gotten caught outside in a torrential rainstorm and had clambered up the nearest tree to seek a moment of shelter from the buffeting rain. It was then that she'd found the abandoned owl nest. The entrance was fairly large so she had no trouble getting in and out, and the inside itself was quite cozy. It was high enough up the trunk of the tree that the branches below concealed it to anyone who happened to glance upwards which was quite beneficial when she wanted to avoid the eyes of passing rogues.

Peregrine stood from her plush nest and stretched out her body, taking a step over the threshold of the den and set her front paws on the branch just outside the mouth of her den. A deep breath in was all she allowed herself before scaling down the tree, using the branches as steps that were short jumps apart. When all four paws were on the forest floor below, she swivelled her head around to check her surroundings of the woodland she lived in but didn't expect to see much of anything. Not many rogues or loners ventured through here and the clan cats nearby rarely had the itch to come as far as her woodlands.

[EndlessBliss]

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Whisperflight
29 moons | Warrior | She/Her
Mentions: Ferretpaw | Tagged: Meadowbrine

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Whilst the feline was enjoying the slight moments of solitude her eyes drifted towards the familiar figure of her apprentice. Ferretpaw was coming along very well through his training and Whisperflight expected his warrior ceremony to come within a moon or two. The she-cat was currently waiting to see who may be assigned a hunting patrol, she planned on having Ferretpaw come with her. If they wouldn't be doing the hunting patrol, she thought they would go out and work more on defense and fighting skills. Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar voice of Meadowbrine.

Whisperflight however didn't mind the interruption. She considered Meadowbrine a close friend and found herself enjoying the fellow warriors' company. She returned the greeting dipping her head back to her friend responding softly, "Good morning Meadowbrine. I, fortunately, slept a bit better than normal, how did you sleep?"

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Ghost
36 moons | Outsider | He/Him
Mentions: None | Tagged: Open

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Ghost's eyelids opened as the sounds of the forest slowly came more to life. He had fallen asleep on a broken tree branch. Carefully he got to his paws, stretching out his body before walking down the broken tree branch and onto the cold forest ground. With the change of the seasons life always got harder during this time. The colder weather made prey a bit more scarce, meaning the life of an outsider proved more of a challenge. He slowly walked throughout the forest heading the familiar route to the pond. After a few minutes, he found himself at the water's edge bending down and drinking the cold water. He sat by the water gazing out to the other side. His former life staring back at him reminded Ghost of the memories some that were cherished others that brought back pain and misery. Ghost sat by the edge of the pond letting the memories invade his thoughts and mind losing track of time.

[VLNNYZ]

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xxxxxxxxxxx!! 𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋
xxxxxxxxx18 moons | medicine cat
xxxxxxxxxve/they | tagged: open
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isopodshell briefly lapped verself down, ears twitching as ve thought of vis schedule today-- or, more-so what the feline was going to do today. nothing was scheduled, per-say, more-so messily put in the back of vis mind for ver to remember later down the line. ever since the early death of vis mentor, crowfoot, ve wasn't able to slip into vis responsibilities as well: the old tom was the only thing that kept isopodshell grounded, and since ve didn't partake the personality of an annoying apprentice until incredibly late in vis training, ve didn't get disciplined like a normal warrior apprentice.. starclan knows crowfoot would have certainly went to the extent of punishing ver like that, the feline shuddered at the possibility of having to clean out lizardfang's moss-bed.. if he would even let ver, that was. twitching vis ears, ve glanced over towards the cats gathering by the fresh-kill pile, more-so taking note of firestream taking out a squirrel and digging in.

ve still considered firestream to be vis apprentice, despite her early promotion- it just was something ve was unable to properly grasp.. though, then again, ve was hardly her mentor in the first place. admittedly, the picking up of her training was rather-- rough. shaking vis head, ve silently hoped that peachpaw's training would go more smoothly. though peachpaw's inability to hear was something ve would have to overcome, at least for now ve could go off of body-language, gestures, and simple demonstration until ve figured out an alternative way to communicate.

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xxxxxxxxxxx!! 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
xxxxxxxxx62 moons | senior warrior
xxxxxxxxxshe/they | tagged: open
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as whisperflight passed on by, cavewaters twitched as ear, giving a silent nod back as a greeting, but, that was as much as any cat was able to get out of her- though, maybe cavewaters response depended on the fact that she had used to mentor whisperflight in the past. cavewaters opens her maw to take in the scents of her clanmates, taking a silent mental note on how her clanmates seemed to be waking up relatively quickly. eventually, she stopped grooming her pelt, heaving herself to her paws and lifting her head up. as she stood up, her mane-like neck fur fluffed out: though, if this was due to confidence or just to merely warm herself up was unclear. upon hearing the call for morning patrols, cavewaters was quick to make her way over towards the source of this yowling, able to identify where the noise was coming relatively easily: it was something that she grew used to getting up to every morning.

cavewaters sat down near the fresh-kill pile, but remained relatively spaced away from it: cavewaters was the type of cat to always try her best and attend patrols, no matter the weather, the state of her body, or how she was mentally. it was just apart of a warriors job, after-all, why should she back out of something that she was trained to be able to do? that'd merely just be a waste of training, after-all: this was her mind-set. though she didn't think ill of others, nor enforced it, it was less of a preference, and more of her personally pressuring herself.

[swiftwolf]

:: Cedarstar :: She/Her :: 60 Moons :: Homosexual :: Leader :: Mentions; cats in the clearing :: Tags; Bourbonstride, Isopodshell, Firestream::

Cedarstar watched as her clanmates began to emerge from their dens. She looked on as they mingled with small talk and couldn't help but purr to herself. For a moment she was absorbed in the moment. This was common; the muddling around before patrols were sent out by herself or by her loyal deputy, Bourbonstride. He was a strong warrior and the obvious choice when she chose him to be clan deputy. She padded toward the growing mass of cats, her tail high and her gaze level. Cedarstar gave the assembled cats a nod a turning to Bourbonstride, meeting his blue eyes that were not unlike her own. "When you are done, I would like to speak with you." She jerked her head to the medicine cats den and she began to pad in that direction. Her gaze swept the group of cats one last time, taking note of the early risers. 'Whisperlfight, Yellowflower, Lightningwing, Ferretpaw... Frostmask has already been hunting...Lionscar, Hazelcloud, Wolfshade, Meadowbrine, Bourbonstride of course... Cavewaters.' Her ice blue eyes rested on the massive blue/grey cat for a moment before she tugged them away. The clan leader blinked a few times as she padded toward the medicine cats den.

She poked her head into the den a mewed a "Hello?" before stepping into the den further. "Isopodshell, Firestream? Are you awake? May I speak with you?"

:: Wolfshade :: He/Him :: 52 Moons :: Heterosexual :: Warrior :: Mentions; Bourbonstride :: Tags; Ferretpaw ::

The large tom looked up as Cavewaters drifted towards the warriors den, but did not greet him. Wolfshade swished is tail once at this. He knew that the large cat didn't really talk to anyone much, but he wanted to believe that he was special. 'Hmm.. Perhaps not.' The warrior pushed his eyebrows together for a moment, but his disgruntled thoughts were interrupted by Bourbonstride's call to action. He stood up and quickly padded over to where the cats were assembling near the fresh-kill pile. Wolfshade bowed his head in greeting to Cedarstar as she passed, and then turned his attention to the cats around him as he awaited instruction. He sat down a few tail-lengths from Ferretpaw, and the tom eyed the young apprentice with green eyes as he ate his meal. The apprentice had such a ruffled appearance, probably because of his unkept pelt. Wolfshade flicked an ear as a grin crept onto his face. "You fight a bear in the night?" He jeered, making a remark on the young cats ruffled pelt. Wolfshade really didn't care if the cat groomed himself properly or not. But from warrior to apprentice, it was his job the haze the young cats, right?

[Rae'tia]

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【Lionscar】
〘 58 Moons | Warrior | He/Him | Heterosexual 〙
➢ Mentions: Bearpaw | ➣ Tagged: Bourbonstride

indentationHe paused as Bourbonstrides voice rang out in camp, mere steps away from the entrance to the apprentice's den, Lionscar found himself in a conundrum. Do I wake up Bearpaw first and risk not getting on a patrol? Or do I go to Bourbonstride first and risk being late to a patrol if Bearpaw doesn't wake up quick enough? The dark ginger tom hummed to himself, his shredded ear twitching as he thought. Smacking his lips together once the tom made a quick decision, and swiftly turned around and started stalking over to the clan's deputy. The rather indifferent tom was a moon younger than himself, and while part of him through that Cedarstar should have chosen him as her deputy, he figured that the she-cat had her reasons. Comming to a few strides away from the deputy, the battle-scarred tom spoke up. "I'll offer up myself and my apprentice if you like." Lionscar mewed roughly, before quietly adding, "If she gets up in time."

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【Frostmask】
〘 47 Moons | Warrior | They/Them | Pansex-Demirom 〙
➢ Mentions: None | ➣ Tagged: Hazelcloud

indentation They were both surprised and unsurprised that another had voluntarily chosen to interact with them. From what they'd been told, Frostmask's mood was often unpredictable, whether they were going to be in a good mood or not changed more rapidly than their gender. Though they supposed that was a good thing, if their gender changed more often... well, Frostmask didn't want to think about that. Turning their golden gaze to the junior warrior, they hummed softly in greeting before opening their jaws to reply. "Considering the season, and the early time of day..." They started, trailing off for a few heartbeats. "Prey's running pretty well, actually. Almost missed the mouse." Frostmask mewed with a soft purr. Though I wasn't particularly looking to go hunting this morning, so I can really only guess. They mused silently, their yellow gaze wandering camp for a moment before taking another bite of their mouse.

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【Ferretpaw】
〘 11 Moons | Apprentice | He/Him | Homosexual 〙
➢ Mentions: Whisperflight, Meadowbrine & Bourbonstride | ➣ Tagged: Wolfshade

indentation Pausing mid-bite, the messy-furred tom slowly turned his gaze to the cat that had interrupted him meal. He gave the older warrior a blank look, then snarked, "No, but if I see one, I'll be sure to send it your way. After all, that's the only thing old pieces of crowfood like you are good for, a snack for a bear." Ferretpaw sneered, his lips curled back into a silent show of aggression. He huffed before internally dismissing the large tom and returning his attention to his meal. Taking a bite, the tabby turned his gaze to Bourbonstride, wondering who'd be on a patrol this morning. His dark gaze flickered over to his mentor, blinking at the sight of her and Meadowbrine having a quiet conversation. Dismissing it for the moment the tom returned his gaze to the clan's deputy, wondering if he and his mentor would get assigned to a patrol or not.

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【Jelena】
〘 25 Moons | Outsider | She/her | Bisexual 〙
➢ Mentions: Lionscar(kinda) | ➣ Tagged: Ghost

indentation As she padded along, the felines mind wandered, first to the scent of milk her mother carried even after the scent of death had settled in - even though she hadn't been expecting at the time. Then farther back to the warmth that she remembered so distantly, her siblings no more than a moon old and cuddling up to their mother. The scent of milk, and the unique scent of her mother and her siblings. Not a whiff of her father though. Jelena would admit, she was beginning to think that her mother had sent her on a wild goose chase. The only kind of determiners she'd gotten from the dying molly was that he'd certainly earned his name, and while she got very little of him in her, she had her father's longer fur and tendency to attack first and ask questions later. Her mother and most of her siblings were short-furred, she had one that apparently had long fur like their father, and another two that were like her and had fur that was somewhere in between.
indentation Shaking her head, the blue-gray molly paused as the scent of another cat wafted into her nose as she neared the pond. Her eyes narrowed, and she stepped confidently through some foliage, the fur along her spine lifting as she spotted another cat. "Who are you?" She asked, her voice deceptively soft.

[Queen of flames]

Lightningwing - she - warrior - crush is open - apprentice is open - tags: open
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She watched as the cats started to gather around the fresh-kill pile after the call of the deputy, she was into going too, but it seemed like there were a lot of volunteers to join. She started to wonder if she could join either of those ones or maybe wait for the later patrols to head out. The morning patrols were the most wanted patrols anyway when the afternoon patrols were mostly those cats who didn't have anything else to do or didn't have apprentices to train with. She sat there and decided to look for a while, to see how many cats will join either of the patrols and who will leave behind, maybe she could do a smaller group with someone else by herself.

Yellowflower - she - warrior- crush is open - apprentice is open - tags: Bourbonstride
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She got out of the warrior's den is a good time to hear the little call from the Deputy 'just in time...' he thought to herself and started to move toward the fresh-kill pile which was the mentioned meeting place for those who wanted to join the morning patrols. She didn't really mind which patrol she was going to go on as long it was something that could either wake her up or give her something to do, she had a plan to take some naps later, but now it's not a time for that. Her eyes wandered to the cats here and there, noticing one of the apprentices Ferrertpaw there, but felt disappointed when she didn't find her son Starlingpaw anywhere 'that lazy furball...' she thought to herself shaking her head sighing.
She emptied her head about her lazy son as she got closer to the handsome deputy "Good morning Bourbonstride...still place for one to join?" she meowed with a gentle nod.

Firestream - she - medicine cat - crush is open - apprentice - n/a - tags: open
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She quickly finished the small squirrel as she heard the deputy call about the cats who wanted to join the patrol gather near the fresh-kill pile. She didn't want to be on their way there and she did feel rather nervous around many cats, so she take a move away from the pile after finishing her meal. She made a quick look and gave small greetings for the cats walking around the fresh-kill pile as she made her way away from them, her eyes landed on the older medicine cat there and noticed how the leader was near the medicine cats den 'what she needs?' she thought to herself. She was not sure if Isopodshell noticed the wandering leader or not, so she flicked her tail to signal the older cat toward the Cedarstar as she made her way toward there as well.

Starlingpaw - tom - apprentice - crush is open - mentor is Meadowbrine - tags: open
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He is currently sleeping at the apprentice's den, free to wake him up...

Grasswhisker - tom - outsider - crush is open - apprenitce - n/a - tags: open
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He wandered around the grassy fields, which didn't feel familiar to him like anyone really didn't. He didn't know where he was at the moment, or even where he was going, he only knew that there were some cats somewhere he wanted to meet again, but who they were he didn't remember. He shook his head when the name 'Grasswhisker' hounded into his head, he didn't know if that was his name or someone else's name, he could ask someone about it, but who could know about him or what was he into the past. He has not seen any other cats anyway, except the young loner he meet a few days ago, but the cat didn't know anything which could actually mean something to him. So he just kept walking forward and seeing where he will end up.

[yoonoh]

𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐏𝐀𝐖 !
med apprentice • feeling curious • at med cat den • with isopodshell, cedarstar
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After a few moments of trying to get a bit of extra rest, Peachpaw gave up and lazily rolled over to face her mentor. The older cat was still sat in the same position, but now there was another shape in the den entrance. Cedarstar! Peachpaw quickly rose to her paws, letting her head dip in respect to the leader. Her fur felt hot with embarrassment, she hoped the she-cat hadn't seen her sleepy state. Peachpaw raised her head slightly, gazing at Cedarstar's face to try and decipher what the leader was about to say to the medicine cats.

𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 !
warrior • feeling fine • at camp • with bourbonstride
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Hazelcloud was about to respond to the warrior before Bourbonstride's call interrupted his thoughts. He didn't really want to join a hunting patrol, but it would be nice to get out of camp and wander around for a bit. Hazelcloud had a habit of straying from patrols - his excuse was that he hunted better away from other cats, but really he had a knack for exploring away from Forestclan territory. Now that the temperature had dropped, maybe he could cross that stream he stumbled upon a few nights ago, he thought to himself. Hazelcloud focused his thoughts back on the patrol, watching as cats began gathering near the deputy. "Well, I guess I'll be finding out myself," The young tom said to Frostmask, before scarfing down the last few mouthfuls of thrush and making his way to Bourbonstride's party.

[enby]

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!! 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 !!
16 moons |young warrior
she/they/it | tagged: open

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Palepuddle whined quietly to herself as she heard the rest of the clan members start to emerge from their dens, she was a bit of a light sleeper so the communication of other cats getting ready for their day, and the deputy- Bourbonstride calling out for morning patrols pulled them out of their rest. Her ears twitched toward the noises of the other cats, listening to what others were saying before she got up. Once she was ready, she stretched her bottom in the air, her paws stretching out and her claws kneading into the moss bedding under her- a soft sigh leaving her lips as her tail twitched, she flicked her large ears licking her paw and rubbing it over her face a few times. They eventually trotted out of their den looking around a bit, contemplating if they'd go out and do patrol with some of the other cats, their large eyes narrowing as they examined their clanmates. She ultimately decided to go on the patrol, besides she needed the extra bit of work, she was still a young warrior after all and was still learning- she slowly made her way toward the fresh-kill pile, keeping her head low as she glanced around at the other cats curiously.