Current Territory Status wrote:⟾New Moon [] Waxing [] Half-Moon [☀] Waxing (after half-moon) [] Full Moon [] Waning [] Half-Moon [] Waning (after half-moon) []⟽
⟾Morning [] Sunhigh [☀] Afternoon [] Night [] ⟽
⟾New-Leaf [] Green-Leaf [☀] Leaf-Fall [] Leaf-Bare []⟽
⟾OakClan Weather: Fair⟽
⟾EagleClan Weather: Fair⟽
OakClan
⇾Beestar ✟ 49 moons ✟ ♀ ✟ Apprentice: ✟ Mate/Crush: Streamstar ✟ Tags: Clan; Blizzardclaw ✟ Lives: ★★★★★★★★
"𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝐼'𝓂 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈,
B e e s t a r watched in silence as Weaselstripe approached his new apprentice, a smile on her muzzle. This, perhaps, was the most fulfilling part of her duties. While not many moons she had been leader, Beestar had to admit that rank ceremonies were the most satisfying; the look on a cat’s face as they became a warrior, the excitement in a new apprentice’s eyes. She gave Weaselstripe a confident nod in response.
As the excitement died down, the leader addressed her Clan, “OakClan, I welcome three new apprentices before you. I’m sure our new mentors will do their best to pass on their skills - as well as our more experienced senior warrior. Dawntrail, I trust you to offer guidance to Dappleleaf and Weaselstripe as they learn how to teach these young cats new skills.” Beestar’s eyes trailed the crowd for a moment. She decided to leave the mentors to their training, and to proceed with patrols.
“Now that it’s sunhigh, let’s get to work on our duties. Tigerblaze, I would like you to lead a border patrol along the stream. Take Dovespirit, Elmshade, and Stormpaw with you. I’ll be taking out a hunting patrol - Raccoontuft, Riverstripe, and Falconpaw, please join me.”
With that, the announcements were over. The tabby bunched her muscles and sprang down, padding in quick steps towards her deputy. “I hope you don’t mind staying in camp this morning,” Beestar mewed, touching her nose to Blizzardclaw's shoulder in apology. “It feels like moons since I’ve stretched my legs.” This wasn’t the case - now that her kits were apprentices, Beestar tried to join her Clan on their patrols as often as possible; but, after moons of watching over her Clan and little ones during her pregnancy and their kithood, the leader felt as if she had quite a bit of lost time to make up for. She stepped back and flicked her tail towards the medicine cat's den. "Send out another patrol along the moor border, won't you? There have been strange scents around the tunnels again...and it's the half-moon, so send someone to Robinwind's den to see if he and Ivypaw need help gathering herbs for their journey tonight. I'm sure they could use the extra paws!"
As the excitement died down, the leader addressed her Clan, “OakClan, I welcome three new apprentices before you. I’m sure our new mentors will do their best to pass on their skills - as well as our more experienced senior warrior. Dawntrail, I trust you to offer guidance to Dappleleaf and Weaselstripe as they learn how to teach these young cats new skills.” Beestar’s eyes trailed the crowd for a moment. She decided to leave the mentors to their training, and to proceed with patrols.
“Now that it’s sunhigh, let’s get to work on our duties. Tigerblaze, I would like you to lead a border patrol along the stream. Take Dovespirit, Elmshade, and Stormpaw with you. I’ll be taking out a hunting patrol - Raccoontuft, Riverstripe, and Falconpaw, please join me.”
With that, the announcements were over. The tabby bunched her muscles and sprang down, padding in quick steps towards her deputy. “I hope you don’t mind staying in camp this morning,” Beestar mewed, touching her nose to Blizzardclaw's shoulder in apology. “It feels like moons since I’ve stretched my legs.” This wasn’t the case - now that her kits were apprentices, Beestar tried to join her Clan on their patrols as often as possible; but, after moons of watching over her Clan and little ones during her pregnancy and their kithood, the leader felt as if she had quite a bit of lost time to make up for. She stepped back and flicked her tail towards the medicine cat's den. "Send out another patrol along the moor border, won't you? There have been strange scents around the tunnels again...and it's the half-moon, so send someone to Robinwind's den to see if he and Ivypaw need help gathering herbs for their journey tonight. I'm sure they could use the extra paws!"
𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈."
⇾Jackdawstrike ☠ 15 moons ☠ ♂ ☠ Apprentice: ☠ Mate/Crush: Splashfeather, Ivypaw ☠ Tags: Splashfeather, Raccoontuft, Ivypaw
"ℑ'𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔢,
J a c k d a w s t r i k e ’ s focus returned to the ceremony as soon as Beestar began talking, but a deep frown crossed his muzzle as Weaselstripe was named Fawnkit’s mentor. A heavy sigh escaped him as he glanced back at his comrades, listening to Ivypaw discussing the prospects of receiving her full name. “I think it’s about time you got it,” the big black cat snorted. “You’ve been working for moons - you’ve trained harder than any of us warriors have had to! It’s been moons.” The tom shook his head in frustration. “I can’t believe Robinwind hasn’t given it to you yet.”
ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔢."
⇾Dappleleaf ☮ 24 moons ☮ ♀ ☮ Apprentice: Dustpaw ☮ Mate/Crush: Weaselstripe ☮ Tags: Dustpaw
"нєу нσηєу уσυ ¢συℓ∂ вє му ∂яυg,
N o w off to the side with her apprentice, Dappleleaf curled her fluffy tail around her white paws. The calico returned her eyes to Beestar, though she kept a careful watch on Dustpaw out of the corner of her vision, hoping the apprentice wasn’t too rattled from all of the excitement. As her mate’s name was called to mentor Fawnpaw, her green eyes lit up. A purr rumbled in her chest as her gaze flicked to her mate, pride welling in her chest.
уσυ ¢συℓ∂ вє му ηєω ρяєѕ¢яιρтιση."
⇾Stormpaw ☣ 8 moons ☣ ♂ ☣ Mentor: Elmshade ☣ Mate/Crush: Dustpaw ☣ Tags: Falconpaw; Elmshade
"Ｃａｎ＇ｔ ｂｅａｒ ｔｏ ｗａｓｈ ｏｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｗａｓｔｅｄ ｔｉｍｅ
P a d d i n g alongside Falconpaw, Stormpaw let out an audible groan. “Mouse-dung,” he whispered to his brother, slowing his pace. “Tigerblaze? That grumpy old badger is going to make this a horrible patrol...at least you get to go hunting!” The gray tabby flicked his tail towards Elmshade. “I think Riverstripe has gone off to talk to Weaselstripe...have fun with mom!” The apprentice tapped his flank against his brother’s before speeding up his steps and trotting up to his mentor.
“Elmshade!” Stormpaw purred, stopping at her side. He flicked his tail towards Tigerblaze. “Please tell me you have some tricks to make a patrol with Tigerblaze interesting. I think I’ll die of boredom before we even get back to camp...or, Tigerblaze might catch me having too much fun and rip my pelt off.” Stormpaw wrinkled his nose. Tigerblaze was a hard-working, experienced warrior that had earned his Clanmates’ respect - but to the young apprentice, being likeable outweighed these qualities, though that would change with maturity.
“Elmshade!” Stormpaw purred, stopping at her side. He flicked his tail towards Tigerblaze. “Please tell me you have some tricks to make a patrol with Tigerblaze interesting. I think I’ll die of boredom before we even get back to camp...or, Tigerblaze might catch me having too much fun and rip my pelt off.” Stormpaw wrinkled his nose. Tigerblaze was a hard-working, experienced warrior that had earned his Clanmates’ respect - but to the young apprentice, being likeable outweighed these qualities, though that would change with maturity.
Ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｉｐｓ ａｎｄ ｍｉｎｅ."
⇾Fawnpaw ♠ 6 moons ♠ ♂ ♠ Mentor: Weaselstripe ♠ Mate/Crush: ♠ Tags: Weaselstripe
"ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛɪᴇs ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ,
F o r a moment, Fawnpaw forgot to move - and then he did so all at once, nearly butting his mentor in the head. Finally, the customary nose-touch was complete, and Fawnpaw seated himself beside Weaselstripe, giving his chest fur a few embarrassed licks. As the ceremony ended, the brown-and-white tabby looked up at Weaselstripe with wide, expectant eyes. “What do we do first, Weaselstripe? Do I get to see where EagleClan lives now?” He had always pictured EagleClan territory to be as fierce as the bird for which it was named: he pictured mountains, towering trees, the calls of carnivorous birds.
sᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ, ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀʙ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ."
EagleClan
⇾Swiftbadger ☄ 45 moons ☄ ♂ ☄ Apprentice: ☄ Crush: Littleflower ☄ Tags: Redpaw, Littleflower, Springheart, Wrenpaw, Brightpaw
"𝕀'𝕞 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥-𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣-
“ W e l l that works out perfectly - that had been my plan with Redpaw,” the tabby replied. As the caught up with Springheart and Redpaw’s littermates, the warrior nodded along with Littleflower, keeping close to her. Swiftbadger wouldn’t consider himself possessive - no, he was protective. Littleflower was important to him, and he told himself the compulsive need to stand so near her when she’s around was just that - to protect her.
“Sounds good,” Swiftbadger nodded in agreement with Springheart. “Why don’t we heard towards the green-leaf Twolegplace? Twolegs will be coming in soon, so we might as well go check it out before they get here.” He glanced up at the sky: sun-high. Twolegs often came in the afternoon to pitch colorful tarps and then would spend the rest of the night making a ruckus and scaring away prey. “The training clearing is on the way, after all! Oh, and hello to you, too, Springheart.” His whiskers twitched in amusement as his Clanmate tacked the hello onto the end of her suggestion.
“Sounds good,” Swiftbadger nodded in agreement with Springheart. “Why don’t we heard towards the green-leaf Twolegplace? Twolegs will be coming in soon, so we might as well go check it out before they get here.” He glanced up at the sky: sun-high. Twolegs often came in the afternoon to pitch colorful tarps and then would spend the rest of the night making a ruckus and scaring away prey. “The training clearing is on the way, after all! Oh, and hello to you, too, Springheart.” His whiskers twitched in amusement as his Clanmate tacked the hello onto the end of her suggestion.
𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣?"
⇾Acornspots 🌪 45 moons 🌪 ♀ 🌪 Apprentice: 🌪 Mate: Russetswirl 🌪 Tags: Streamspot; Foxcloud
"coυld тнιѕ вe love aт ғιrѕт ѕιgнт, or ѕнoυld ι walĸ вy agaιn?
T h e spotted queen dipped her head. “Thank you, Streamspot...and thank StarClan that EagleClan has you!” As she watched the deputy bound off, Acornspots tipped her head in thought. Deertail… Acornspots shook her head. It wasn’t her business, and she had stayed out of it. She had never been particularly close to either Deertail or Foxcloud, but with Russetswirl being her mate and Foxcloud having shared the nursery with her for a couple of moons, she had never found a reason to dislike the queen. The fact that she had cheated on and lied to her former mate rubbed Acornspots the wrong way, and she had to admit her trust in Foxcloud’s character was damaged, but she still liked the queen well enough - and again, it’s none of my business, it’s between her and those toms, Acornspots reminded herself.
As Foxcloud padded over to her, Acornspots greeted her with a friendly smile. “That’s just what I was talking to Streamspot about. I told her that with all the kits in the nursery and now that the warm seasons are here, the nursery has to get a little bigger. She told me she’d send warriors to begin digging it out tonight. Those not at the Gathering, probably.” The silver warrior bumped Foxcloud’s flank with her own. “And what about you, Foxcloud? Excited to be back in the warriors’ den? Before my litter I never could have imagined giving up my duties for anything...now it feels like my duties were just in the way of my kits!” Her gaze flicked fondly towards the nursery, unaware that inside both Russetswirl and Stagleap were managing a whole squad of eager, excited kits.
As Foxcloud padded over to her, Acornspots greeted her with a friendly smile. “That’s just what I was talking to Streamspot about. I told her that with all the kits in the nursery and now that the warm seasons are here, the nursery has to get a little bigger. She told me she’d send warriors to begin digging it out tonight. Those not at the Gathering, probably.” The silver warrior bumped Foxcloud’s flank with her own. “And what about you, Foxcloud? Excited to be back in the warriors’ den? Before my litter I never could have imagined giving up my duties for anything...now it feels like my duties were just in the way of my kits!” Her gaze flicked fondly towards the nursery, unaware that inside both Russetswirl and Stagleap were managing a whole squad of eager, excited kits.
yoυ're pнoтogenιcally dreѕѕed, тнe converѕaтιon вegιnѕ."
⇾Quiverheart ◎ 18 moons ◎ ♀ ◎ Apprentice: ◎ Mate/Crush: ◎ Tags: Darkclaw
"All these confusing images of what life should look like...
T h e calico warrior sprang, her claws unsheathed. Her paws came down on the vole’s back and her strike was quick, jaws meeting neck with a satisfying crunch. Lifting her catch, Quiverheart trotted towards the forest to bury her prey safely among the trees. As she begin to dig the earth up, Quiverheart noticed that her dark-furred companion had disappeared for his own hunt. Wonder if Deertail will be in a good mood after taking Eveningpaw out… Her tail kinking and unkinking nervously at the thought, Quiverheart’s ears swiveled towards the forest. The prey had been a quick catch, but the green-leaf sun was warm on her skin, her pelt thin.
Heading into the treeline, Quiverheart opened her jaws. She could detect the faint scents of a squirrel and mouse that had passed earlier, but there was something she couldn’t quite identify. It smelled like cat-scent, but earthen, and almost… Dark? Is that possible, for scents to smell...dark? Fur bristling, Quiverheart crouched in a defensive stance, creeping forward slowly. Her heart was pounding, and she suddenly wished she and Darkclaw had not parted ways.
As she followed the scent, it began to fade until it was gone. Quiverheart’s ears flattened. A...disappearing cat? Ears still pinned and eyes in slits, Quiverheart’s pace quicked as she turned and headed back the way she came. She almost missed the flash of silver fur caught in a low bush. She paused to sniff it, and found it was the same, almost as if the tomcat had stopped and rubbed his back against the bush’s branches. I have to fetch Darkclaw. Hunt forgotten, Quiverheart bounded back towards where she and Darkclaw had parted.
Heading into the treeline, Quiverheart opened her jaws. She could detect the faint scents of a squirrel and mouse that had passed earlier, but there was something she couldn’t quite identify. It smelled like cat-scent, but earthen, and almost… Dark? Is that possible, for scents to smell...dark? Fur bristling, Quiverheart crouched in a defensive stance, creeping forward slowly. Her heart was pounding, and she suddenly wished she and Darkclaw had not parted ways.
As she followed the scent, it began to fade until it was gone. Quiverheart’s ears flattened. A...disappearing cat? Ears still pinned and eyes in slits, Quiverheart’s pace quicked as she turned and headed back the way she came. She almost missed the flash of silver fur caught in a low bush. She paused to sniff it, and found it was the same, almost as if the tomcat had stopped and rubbed his back against the bush’s branches. I have to fetch Darkclaw. Hunt forgotten, Quiverheart bounded back towards where she and Darkclaw had parted.
Are just illusions; they are just illusions - that mean so much to me."
⇾Deertail ϟ 46 moons ϟ ♂ ϟ Apprentice: Eveningpaw ϟ Mate: Tickfang (Formerly), Foxcloud (Formerly) ϟ Tags: Eveningpaw, Bramblepaw, Streamspot
"ⱠØVɆⱤ ₵Ø₥Ɇ ⱧØⱠĐ ₥Ɇ, ⱧɆ₳Đ'₴ Ø₦ ₮ⱧɆ ₣Ɽł₮Ⱬ;
T h e ginger-and-white tom’s whiskers twitched with amusement as he watched the apprentices recoil with disgust. “This is the Thunderpath,” he nodded to confirm Eveningpaw’s guess. “Twolegs use their monsters on them. The monsters eat the Twolegs and carry them everywhere they want to go.” Glancing at the thunderpath, Deertail’s own nose wrinkled. Not only was the stench disgusting - he couldn’t imagine living like a monster as some Twoleg slave. “Now, monsters are very dangerous,” the warrior continued. “Since you’re apprentices, you’ll follow my lead. The easiest way is to stand on the black stone a bit like this - “ Deertail stepped forward, placing his front paws at the very edge of the asphalt, “ - and feeling the ground. When monsters are coming, it makes the whole stone rumble. It’s not safe to cross until all of the rumbling stops.”
Suddenly, the tom’s ears pricked. Glancing behind us, Deertail called out, “Streamspot, is that you? I couldn’t even smell you coming - what with all of this Twoleg stench!” Taking his paws from the stone, Deertail turned and gazed into the trees, waiting for the deputy to emerge.”
Suddenly, the tom’s ears pricked. Glancing behind us, Deertail called out, “Streamspot, is that you? I couldn’t even smell you coming - what with all of this Twoleg stench!” Taking his paws from the stone, Deertail turned and gazed into the trees, waiting for the deputy to emerge.”
฿ØĐɎ ł₦₮ØӾł₵₳₮ɆĐ; ₣ɆɆⱠł₦₲₴ ₵Ø₥₣ØⱤ₮₳฿ⱠɎ ₥łӾɆĐ."
⇾Willowkit ♥ 2 moon ♥ ♀ ♥ Mentor: ♥ Mate/Crush: ♥ Tags: Sorrelkit, Emberkit, Russetswirl, Stagleap, the nursery is literally full bro
"𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷' 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭;
T h e tortie began to pout at Russetswirl’s words, even more so with Stagleap’s. Russetswirl was easier to convince - all the dilute cat had to do was try out her tiny kit-charm, and their father was usually melting. Stagleap, though, was a firm mother, and Willowkit knew better than to argue with her, just as she did with Acornspots.
As Emberkit suggested they go see Oatleaf, Willowkit bounced on her paws. “Yes! Yes! I want to hear stories!” She pranced in a circle around her brother before bumping her head into Sorrelkit’s shoulder. “Okay, you’re not a mouse-heart, I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “Come on Sorrelkit! Stories!”
//whoops, thanks for catchin' that stormy!
As Emberkit suggested they go see Oatleaf, Willowkit bounced on her paws. “Yes! Yes! I want to hear stories!” She pranced in a circle around her brother before bumping her head into Sorrelkit’s shoulder. “Okay, you’re not a mouse-heart, I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “Come on Sorrelkit! Stories!”
//whoops, thanks for catchin' that stormy!
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓬𝓮 - 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮."
