❝ creekclan ― ☁ // open & accepting

[ethium]

xxXX𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄
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i. classic tabby tom-cat. ii. 47 moons.
iii. warrior iv. known for his lazy tendencies
crush: n/a | mate: none | kits: none

tagging: honeybee | location: hunting for herbs
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He grinned proudly, well as much of a grin as a feline with herbs in ones mouth could. A gleam of laughter in his eyes he watched as she gingerly carried the herbs, admiring how careful she was of keeping the herbs from being crushed. I'd be an unfortunate thing to crush what they had both worked hard to find. He watched as she paused to sniff for the last herb, feverfew before turning to ask him about badgerstar. "He's- alright I guess. I don't know.." he paused here, he didn't know how to really respond. He didn't want to offend the younger molly. He sighed, he might as well tell the truth. "I don't support his methods, but he's not all that bad. He knows how to lead a clan. He's just- not the most caring cat in the world." he huffed softly hoping to all of starclan that he hadn't had offended the sweet molly. Of all of the clan cats to have mad at him, he'd rather she not be one of them. He thought for a moment. "What do you think of him?" he asked genuinely, he was admittedly curious as to how the sweet molly saw her vengeful brother.

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xxXX𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖
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i. tiger tabby tom-cat. ii. 11 moons.
iii. apprentice iv. known for his sharp tongue
crush: n/a | mate: none | kits: none

tagging: badgerstar >> hawkpaw, harepaw, buzzardfeather | location: clearing >> med den
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He could feel it, he could feel the win on the horizon. It was only that thought that kept him going as he and hawkpaw continued to lay into one another. Shredding viciously, badgerstar's praise only fueled the fire further that roared and screamed inside the ambitious tom. Suddenly however, he was thrown backwards. A surprising amount of force from the young apprentice, and as he rose to feet ready to fling himself again at the molly he froze in his tracks at the sight of buzzardfeather. Eyes wide, then narrowed as he came to the realization that their fight had been interrupted, he let out a frustrated snarl and turned to look for badgerstar. He was already there, fuming at the interrupting. A smug smile tugged at his lips, but still he remained scowling before pulling back his lips and adding his own input.

"We were fine without your interruption. I wouldn't have killed her, just seriously maimed her." He gave a pointed look back at hawkpaw a sneer in his eyes. It was a lie, he would have ended her life in a heartbeat a moment ago. However the medicine cat didn't need to know that and he watched as badgerstar ended their fight, ordering them back with the medicine cat. He felt a slight bit of praise coming from the tom, at being called true warriors. However the title being shared with hawkpaw ruined the majority of the pleasure. He snarled at harepaw as she flicked her tail and told them to follow her. He'd admit, her usually bubbly gaze was clouded with mixed rage and cold frustration. It was a look that startled him, though he didn't let it show. She was usually so- happy. Typically he hated her for it, so happy-go-lucky even when the world might as well have been ending.

He followed harepaw his tail lashing and a scowl remaining on his face. A lack of resolution still gnawed at his belly, but he did as he was told and flopped himself into the corner, glaring daggers at hawkpaw whenever he had the chance.

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xxXX𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖
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i. tiger tabby she-cat. ii. 11 moons.
iii. med apprentice iv. known for her smile
crush: n/a | mate: none | kits: none

tagging: badgerstar >> brindlepaw, hawkpaw, buzzardfeather | location: clearing >> med den
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Harepaw dipped her head in acknowledgement, at least there would be herbs. Though she couldn't help the soft tang of disappointment at herself for failing at gathering enough to satisfy. Her mentor had thought it best to send out a different cat to gather herbs as opposed to herself. Swallowing that disappointment her long ears perked at the sound of a ferocious scuffle, an appropriate amount of yowling and hissing accompanied it. Her eyes widened as buzzardfeather uttered an exclamation and quickly called for harepaw to follow. Immediately the apprentice was on her feet and dashing after her mentor. It took a moment but harepaw finally saw what buzzardfeather was so worked up about, two apprentices viciously ripping into one another.

This wasn't training, this was full blown murder. Alarmed harepaw watched as her mentor made to leap between the two, it took every instinct not to grab her mentor and pull her away from the danger her fellow apprentices presented. She swallowed her disgust at the sight of the battered apprentices, clumps of fur torn and blood matting the ground and their own pelts. Her eyes went cold as she turned to watch badgerstar and brindlepaw lay into her mentor for interrupting. She remained silent however, this wasn't her battle but her mentor's and she knew very well what defying badgerstar could mean for a clan cat. Harepaw shuddered, suddenly quite glad she wasn't a warrior apprentice. These were her fellow apprentices, and they were killing each other..

Suddenly she looked at badgerstar, the pieces clicking in her mind. They were trying to impress him. She stiffed a growl, though the anger at her fellow apprentices had vanished. A true warrior, he had said. If this was what he thought of a true warrior.. Suppressing a shudder the medicine apprentice stood taller and strode towards the two fuming apprentices. Still clearly irked at having been interrupted. "Come on then, before either of you bleed out." harepaw meowed, sounding annoyed at having to treat the two of them. That they were nothing more than a fly buzzing about her ear. Whisking her tail she trotted briskly to the medicine den her eyes having set long ago on her decided course of action. Right now however she had to attend to her fellow apprentices, she would deal with what this bloody battle would mean later.

[iyori]

❝ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳ ＡＲＥ ＬＩＫＥ ＳＡＮＤ． ＴＨＥ ＴＩＧＨＴＥＲ ＹＯＵ ＨＯＬＤ， ＴＨＥ ＦＡＳＴＥＲ ＩＴ＇ＬＬ ＳＬＩＰ． ＳＡＮＤ ＩＳ ＡＬＷＡＹＳ ＡＢＬＥ ＴＯ ＦＡＬＬ．❞
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the ginger queen turned towards the silver warrior, agitated, however as soon as she heard her words, her stiff posture relaxed and she dipped her head. "no, I'm alright, but.. it'd be nice if you stayed here to keep some company" she felt slight deja vu at the feeling of another cat offering to help. it had been so many moons since another cat, alike to a queen had come to the nursery. although the other molly was not yet one, she could assume that someday she might become one. but of course, not anytime soon. "if you every find a cat who is special to you, the most important thing is to make a move, quick, before it's too late, and once you do, hold on as well you can." the molly paused, realizing how her statement might've seemed a bit too much. she shook her head, regretting her words. "I hear so many voices outside.. is something happening?"

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxname. duskthicket gender. male rank. warrior feeling. concerned tagged. [breezepelt] ?.

the tom was startled as he leapt to his paws, eyes wide and clueless. turning his head, just so slightly to see the other warrior. "ah.. just flustered from the rain. not everyone can be perfect hunters!" he paused, fur slightly rising on one end as he smelled or somehow felt the metallic taste of blood. instantly, his thoughts went to the clan's leader, for his interests seemed to especially focus on aggression, but the thoughts melted to guilt. shouldn't think rashly about our leader.. he was chosen by starclan.. duskthicket hesitantly stood to his paws, before realizing that breezepelt was ride beside him. "I'm honestly surprised that the rain hasn't gotten to yet!" the tabby honestly knew he was rambling, but something seemed quite off. "it's hopeless, but you should come with me to camp.. I think that there's something wrong." with his confident words, duskthicket's cheerful fascade had returned as he began to quickly pad away, knowing it was rude, however he could not wait for the other tom's response.

[Silent Mist]

Bluefrost sat down, facing the queen, tucking her tail around her paws as she watched the queen. She didnt want to alarm the queen about the festivities, although she wasnt quite sure what was happening either. "I'm not sure what is goingn on out there but I'm certain everything is under control" The she cat thought back to the queens previous comment about finding someone special. Her whiskers twitched in amusement. "If i find someone special. I would hold on tight. Not quite sure that someone special is out there right now." There was a twinge of sadness in her voice. "I'll be a queen one day and mother kits. Until then, I don't mind helping."

Breezepelt shrugged, not really bothered by the rain as much as the tom seemed to be. Could this tom change emotions quickly or what? Breezepelt's eyes followed Duskthicket as he padded away. With a quiet sigh of annoyance. He followed after the worried tom. "Generally, if something is wrong, dont you think food would help those who needed it? I dont hear any battle cries. Doubting anyone is injured. "

[way]

𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛xx [tags; timberpaw, brindlepaw, hawkpaw, buzzardfeather]

i. tom ii. 36 moons iii. leader iv. loc; training hollow



badgerstar watched with glee as the apprentices fought even harder, watching blood and fur fly through the air. "you're both doing excellent!" badgerstar growled. then, suddenly, he witnessed a shape fly into the hollow and interrupt the fight. badgerstar realized that it was buzzardfeather. the tom bared his teeth and glared at the medicine cat furiously.

"buzzardfeather! what is the meaning behind this? don't you have better things to be doing that interrupting a training session?" he spat, leaping down from his rock and standing face to face with the calico she-cat. with a grunt, badgerstar turned to the two battered apprentices. "apparently our medicine cat has absolutely nothing to do with her time aside from interrupt training sessions," he sneered. "so why don't you two go with her. give her something to do and get yourselves patched up - we can't have cats bleeding all over camp." he meowed. "and while you're there, be sure to tell her what it means to be a truly powerful warrior, because clearly she would never understand." he added.

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𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚎xx [tags; fleetstrike]

i. she-cat ii. 36 moons iii. warrior iv. loc; territory


honeybee nodded, listening intently to the tom as he spoke of her brother. she could tell he was restraining himself, probably because badgerstar was her kin. when he reversed the question to her, she looked away, flicking her ear. that was a good question. deep down, she loved badgerstar, and would be devastated if something happened to him. but he was a terrible cat with awful intentions. honeybee looked back at fleetstrike with a sad smile. "he hates me," honeybee mewed, not answering his question immediately. "when we were apprentices, our mother, pinewhisker was killed by our father at the border. i'm sure you remember," she continued, giving fleetstrike a knowing look. "i was with her, but instead of staying behind to help, i ran home to alert the clan. and ever since, he has blamed me and hated me. we haven't spoken since. but i... i know he's a terrible cat - and starclan knows how he became a leader - but he's my kin, and i'm just not a cat who can hate another cat." she explained solemnly. as soon as she finished speaking, she spotted a tiny clump of feverfew. she hurried toward it and nipped some off, then padded back to fleetstrike, triumph in her eyes. "i knew i would find some!" she purred. then, after a moment, she quietly added, "um... sorry for telling you all that. i'm sure you weren't expecting my life story on an herb patrol." she chuckled.

[Stripe12]

B U Z Z A R D F E A T H E R
Female|Medicine cat|Medicine den|Tags: Badgerstar

"Training session?" The medicine cat growled, stepping closer to the leader. "That was not a training session. That was a battle. Hadn't I intervened, someone may have died!" Her fury was obvious, with a lashing tail and bristling fur. She glared at Badgerstar before continuing. "You've done some bad things, Badgerstar, but this was a step too far. I'm sure there are cats who agree with me." With that, Buzzardfeather turned and stormed into the medicine den. She was aware that her clanmates may be watching. She didn't care.

[wildsight]

✦ ──── 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘏𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘜𝘋!! ────✦
(Male) ─ (Forty-two moons) ─ (Deputy) ─ (No romantic interest) ─ (No apprentice) ─ (Tags: Open)
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✦ ──── 𝘚𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘊𝘏𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛!! ────✦
(Male) ─ (Thirty-two moons) ─ (Warrior) ─ (No romantic interest) ─ (Apprentice: Brindlepaw) ─ (Tags: Open)
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✦ ──── 𝘚𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘛𝘚𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎!! ────✦
(Female) ─ (Thirty-two moons) ─ (Warrior) ─ (No romantic interest) ─ (No apprentice) ─ (Tags: Rainripple)
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The silver molly sat outside the warriors den, her pelt soaked due to the rain. Since she had a long, fluffy pelt it tended to soak up a lot more water than some of her other clanmates pelts did. She began to groom her pelt, but of course it didn't help. She sighed, before turning at the sound of a familiar voice. She smiled slightly as she noticed the tom Rainripple. "Oh, hello Rainripple" she said. At his words, she tilted her head slightly. He almost seemed uncomfortable though she couldn't imagine why. She gave him a small smile, and nodded. "Of course, Rainripple. I'd love to go. I need to get out of this camp anyway." she said rising to her paws, and padding to the tom's side.

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✦ ──── 𝘏𝘈𝘞𝘒𝘗𝘈𝘞!! ────✦
(Female) ─ (Ten moons) ─ (Apprentice) ─ (No romantic interest) ─ (Mentor: Fleetstrike) ─ (Tags: Badgerstar, Brindlepaw, Buzzardfeather, Harepaw)
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Hawkpaw continued to fight, the fire that was raging inside of her was fueling her every move. She continued on screeching with more so anger than pain. Badgerstar's words angered her, but also only made her fight even harder. She rammed into the tom, throwing him backwards, before readying herself to pounce to deal yet another blow. However, the sight of another cat made her stop. Buzzardfeather. Her eyes narrowed, before turning to their leader, her ears flicked at Badgerstar's words. She hissed, before turning to the young tom. "Only, in your dreams. I'd certainly would have killed you first." she said, before whipping her head around to face the medicine cat. "I would have been fine. There was no need to interrupt." she said, before pricking her ears at Badgerstar's words. A shot a sly smile at the young tom, before her ears lowered, and and her sour expression returned before following the medicine cat apprentice Harepaw. Her anger at Brindlepaw, was so bad that she almost wanted to attack the young molly, but held back. Following her into the medicine cat den, she sat at the opposite side of the den, her eyes narrowed and glared back at the brindle tom her tail lashing in anger, and her claws still stained with blood.

[azhefa.]

─── // ♛ ❜ // ＥＭＢＥＲＨＡＺＥ ── // i. female ii. 38 moons iii. warrior iv. no apprentice v. single vi. form
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climbing and hiking through the forest with a flimsy basket made up of a nest and vines wasn't as easy as she had thought it would be. she had to stop at least twice to fix a broken vine and wait on nightsky and cedarwatch to catch up before continuing on the trek. emberhaze had told them it was going to be a rough journey this time, but it seems they had underestimated her label of 'rough'. several times she fights the urge to just leave the two mouse-brains behind, but that wouldn't really go over well with the rest of the clan. not that she really cares, but it's easier to just not deal with such drama. luckily, the little bird she had rescued was strong enough to tear apart prey on it's own so she only has to drop a mouse into the nest-basket every hour or so to keep it satisfied. the others had tried to ask about the little bird, but she refused to give up any information, only glaring and pointedly ignoring their questions and remarks until they just gave up on asking.

emberhaze was nearly at her wits end by the time they get back to the clan, annoyed with both the two others with her and the cursed bird she's decided to keep for whatever ungodly reason. starclan seems to have a rather sick sense of humor. as soon as the she-cats make it back to camp, they are greeted with even more drama then from when they left. emberhaze growls to herself for a second before padding off to her lone den where she hides the hatchling with a fat rat to keep it quiet. she then returns to the open space of the camp's clearing and looks around curiously, wondering what the drama was about, but quickly gets the gist when she overhears buzzardfeather yowling at badgerstar. something about the apprentices? it takes her a second to connect the enraged healer, mad-eyed leader, and clearly bleeding apprentices. leave it to badgerstar to act like a damn fool while she's away. the she-cat walks over calmly, though her calmness was an illusion. like the healer, emberhaze was furious at their leader for his lack of proper leadership. how could he pit such youths against each other? and for his own amusement? sick.

the warrior moves slower then her usual quick padding, keeping a calm and even pace while also glaring red-hot daggers into badgerstar. her fur was soaked as usual, but also slightly puffed and bristled from her anger at him. by the time she gets close enough to speak, buzzardfeather turns and leaves for their den to patch up the apprentices. good, now she can lay into the fox-brained tom alone. once within striking distance of the leader, emberhaze comes to a stop and slowly sits before the tom, her tail curling around before her to cover her paws. her copper eyes remained locked on the male the whole time, a bright fire burning within their depths while she glares at him. emberhaze remains silent for a few beats before speaking, but doesn't raise her voice like she really wants to. "care to explain what's going on here, badgerstar?" she asks, tone even and almost void of all emotion, only a slight edge of anger was noticeable. "or should i ask the maimed and bleeding apprentices what they were doing?" a sneer slips through when she mentions the apprentices, tone cracking slightly to let a spark of anger shine through before she gets a handle on it. how dare he treat apprentices in such a manner, he wasn't creating strong warriors. he was creating vicious monsters.

location; forest > camp x mentions; buzzardfeather, apprentices x tags; cedarwatch, nightsky > badgerstar

[way]

𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛xx [tags; emberhaze]

i. tom ii. 36 moons iii. leader iv. loc; training hollow


badgerstar glared after buzzardfeather as she left with the apprentices, but said nothing. that mangy cat wasn't worth his time anyway. the tom was about to start walking back to camp, when a familiar scent hit his nose. emberhaze. his eyes narrowed as he turned back around to face the stubborn she-cat. memories of several sunrises ago, when she had messed with his feelings, came rushing back, and rage flooded his thoughts. "battle practice, little kitty," he snarled, feeling the fur on his shoulders bristle. "they were showing off their skills to me - it was their choice to harm each other so badly," he added, flicking his tail toward the apprentices, who were now just silhouettes in the distance as they marched back to camp. "look at how proud they were, emberhaze. that's what it means to be a true warrior. and i intend to keep on creating more true warriors." he told her, triumph glowing in his eyes. his eyes quickly went icy agaim though as he continued. "as for you, everything was fine while you were gone. no one to question my leadership. and i intend to keep it that way now that you're back. so, emberhaze, we are going to go back to camp, you're going to tell me where the new camp is located, and we will depart there as soon as we can. got that?" badgerstar snapped. whatever amusing banter these two once had, he didn't want any part of it anymore. not after emberhaze had messed with his feelings like that. "there's a reason i became the deputy and then leader, and not you, emberhaze," he added in a lower growl.

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𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚎xx [tags; fleetstrike]

i. she-cat ii. 36 moons iii. warrior iv. loc; territory



honeybee nodded, listening intently to the tom as he spoke of her brother. she could tell he was restraining himself, probably because badgerstar was her kin. when he reversed the question to her, she looked away, flicking her ear. that was a good question. deep down, she loved badgerstar, and would be devastated if something happened to him. but he was a terrible cat with awful intentions. honeybee looked back at fleetstrike with a sad smile. "he hates me," honeybee mewed, not answering his question immediately. "when we were apprentices, our mother, pinewhisker was killed by our father at the border. i'm sure you remember," she continued, giving fleetstrike a knowing look. "i was with her, but instead of staying behind to help, i ran home to alert the clan. and ever since, he has blamed me and hated me. we haven't spoken since. but i... i know he's a terrible cat - and starclan knows how he became a leader - but he's my kin, and i'm just not a cat who can hate another cat." she explained solemnly. as soon as she finished speaking, she spotted a tiny clump of feverfew. she hurried toward it and nipped some off, then padded back to fleetstrike, triumph in her eyes. "i knew i would find some!" she purred. then, after a moment, she quietly added, "um... sorry for telling you all that. i'm sure you weren't expecting my life story on an herb patrol." she chuckled.

[azhefa.]

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the she-cat remains silent as she listens to her leader's mad words. true warriors? as the tom hisses and spits his words, emberhaze slowly starts to shake her head at him, her eyes still locked upon his. how disappointing it was to see such madness in someone with such potential. she gives a humorless laugh as she listens, though now she's only half listening since his words make no sense. emberhaze shakes her head again when he finally shuts up and she has the ability to speak without being spoken over. "you call that practice? you think apprentices, who are barely out of kithood, are able to battle like full grown warriors?" she shakes her head with a disgusted look upon her face. "that's not battle practice, badgerstar, that's sick." she hisses at him as she speaks, angry that he would do such a thing while also trying to deny that he was acting so insane. "if they would had murdered each other, their blood would be on your paws," her voice grows softer as she speaks now, her anger growing cold.

memories sparked in her mind at the thought of apprentices fighting each other in such a manner. a flash of silver fur marred in blood, a soft whimper whispering in her ear before falling forever silent. these memories were ones she's locked away for many many moons, never wanting to think of again for the rest of her life. the reason behind her lack of apprentice. emberhaze shakes her head at badgerstar again, her anger replaced with an ache that had been hidden for nearly two years. the furious fire in her eyes dulls to not even a spark as she watches her leader. the one she had trusted with her life. "you may have become leader, badgerstar, but you have also become a monster," her voice was soft, barely a whisper as she voices her inner thoughts, ones she's been ignoring for a while now. "i thought i could trust you with my life, but now i see i was wrong to think such a thing." emberhaze finally gets to her feet, but doesn't move away yet. "the camp i found is a day's travel west of the willow tree meadow, nightsky knows the way, she can be your guide." though she hadn't said it aloud, the she-cat wasn't going to join the clan's camp move, not if their leader was acting like this. she gives him one last glance before heading off to her solitary den, her tail low and mood rather sullen.

location; camp x mentions; others x tags; badgerstar

[ethium]

xxXX𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍
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i. thick-furred ebony she-cat. ii. 42 moons.
iii. warrior iv. runs on a mothers gentleness
crush: n/a | mate: none | kits: none

tagging: snowkit | location: hunting
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as she began her trek back to camp the sound of rustling caught her attention, it was coming from nearby. Flicking her ears in the direction of the noise, the motherly molly gingerly set her catch under the roots of a nearby tree. If this was another chance to catch prey she'd hate for the thrush she had just caught to hinder her ability at snagging more. Crouching the molly's eyes scanned for the source of the noise, and finally came across a rat's nest. Small in stature but durable even in the horrific weather, narrowing her gaze she stood crouched nearby her focus on the den and it's rustling inhabitant. Rats weren't the typical fresh-kill choice, due to their habit of spreading illness to clans. She saw this as more of an opportunity to strike down one before it grew in number, especially being fairly near clan camp and on their territory. Rats in packs were horrific beings that were dangerous to clan cats, especially kits. A low growl escaped her throat and she lunged for the nest, her position had already been compromised due to the noise she had been incapable of preventing and decided it was best to strike while she still had a slight advantage.

As she reached into the den all snapping jaws and outstretched claws, she felt something sharp and needle-like claw her paw away. Withdrawing her paw immediately she yapped in surprise, that was no rat. Lashing her tongue over the scratch that now adorned her paw she lowered her head to peer into the rat nest. Inside a pair of wide, frightened eyes peered back at her. The kit's ears were pinned and it hissed low, a threatening display though she doubted the small thing could do much damage over than a few ferocious scratches. A soft, pitying noise escaped her throat. Immediately she dropped her hunting stance and lay down moving away from the nest to grant the kit some space. Cooing the molly watched the kit. "Oh dear-" she mumbled, surprise swallowing all forethought. "I'm sorry little one, I thought you were a rat." she spoke gently, "I have little intention of hurting you, but it seems you've done a fairly good job at protecting yourself." she added glancing down at the furious scratch upon her paw. Where was this one's mother? Was it a clanmate? Was this kit the result of a forbidden romance within the clan? "Where's your mother little one?" she asked softly, her eyes widened with curiosity and concern.

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xxXX𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄
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i. classic tabby tom-cat. ii. 47 moons.
iii. warrior iv. known for his lazy tendencies
crush: n/a | mate: none | kits: none

tagging: honeybee | location: hunting for herbs
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Fleetstrike shook his head sharply, "No no honeybee don't apologize." he inhaled, he hadn't had realized quite the extent of the sibling's relationship. Nor had he realized the history behind it. "I'm sorry, about your mother and your brother's blame. It certainly isn't your fault, it's unfair to blame you for such a deed." he then noted the herbs that they had gotten and smiled broadly, having long ago set down the clump of feverfew. "If that's everything then we can return to camp right? Unless we need more, of course I'd never mind spending more time out here with you." he added with a soft, playful nudge to the molly's shoulder. "I'd just like to return to camp soon, see if the apprentices are done with their lessons with badgerstar. I'd like to see how it went for hawkpaw." he added with a warm smile. Though the apprentice may think him a bee brain, he certainly didn't think her so. He was fond of his feisty apprentice, even if she didn't like him in the end.

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xxXX𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖
xxxxxxxx ( for the mottled color of a coat )

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i. tiger tabby tom-cat. ii. 11 moons.
iii. apprentice iv. known for his sharp tongue
crush: n/a | mate: none | kits: none

tagging: hawkpaw, harepaw, buzzardfeather | location: med den
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He snarled as harepaw began working on hawkpaw first. "Favoritism I see, too afraid to treat me first Harepaw?" he taunted angrily. His wounds stung, bad. He didn't let it show but he wanted the pain gone, it blinded him from the more important senses. If someone were to attack he might actually bleed out before he could help. Huffing at harepaw's response he shifted his gaze away, watching the outside of the den with an impassive gaze. Pathetic, weak. Accurate descriptions of how he was feeling now. He didn't feel any more reassured that he was better than before he had left the den this morning, if anything he just felt more tired and irritable. Which wasn't the most pleasant concoction, particularly if you were on the receiving end of his snaps.

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xxXX𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖
xxxxxxxx ( for her long ears )

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i. tiger tabby she-cat. ii. 11 moons.
iii. med apprentice iv. known for her smile
crush: n/a | mate: none | kits: none

tagging: buzzardfeather, hawkpaw, brindlepaw | location: med den
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Gathering a soft assortment of various herbs she padded silently over to a fuming hawkpaw. Without looking up from the herbs that she had placed at her side she began explaining the various ones, "this is dock, it'll help with some of the lighter scratches. It's going to sting, so don't claw my eyes out when I apply it." she gestured to a herb she had set to her right side before gingerly fiddling with another herb. "horsetail, to assist with the bleeding," and finally picking up a cluster of browning leaves "to keep infection from setting i've got some dried oak leaves, i'll chew and then apply. but that won't be until later." she then jerked her head as brindlepaw snarked from the corner, clearly in pain. "if you let me work i'll get to you faster." she huffed with a soft roll of her eyes before picking up the dock, chewing it with a neutral expression in her eyes. This is how she always was while she worked, her bubbly personality forgotten as her patient's life was the most important thing.