➵𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚗➵ [CLOSED]

[Willow-way]

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Willowfether
age 31 moons
gender female
rank warrior
location sitting towards the side of camp
tagged open

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Willowfeather smiled gently. "Ah well. It is hard not to miss what we used to have. What we used to cherish or love." The she sighed slightly. "It seems pettie sometimes. The things we used to love compared to the things we love now. Now we love warmth, prey, survival, each other. While we used to never have a care in the world. Never had to worry if prey would come. Never worry about it getting too cold." Willowfeather said with a wistfulness and she was about to say something else when the scream came out and she whipped around ears drawn back before she realized what was happening and burst into a fit of laughs. At least some kept the spirit alive in the darkness.

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▸▹BEARPAW◃◂
|| male || 8 moons || apprentice || tagged ~ open ||

Bearpaw was awoken from his little nap by a horrible yowl. "Berrypaw!" He jumped so high he hit his head on the top of the den. "Mousedung." Bearpaw cursed. He knew he should have gotten up earlier. Grumbling Bearpaw quickly jumped out of the den and into the thick snow. His nose wrinkled. He hated the snow with everything inside him. But he lived in it every day so there was no use in complaining. He looked for Falconstar but didn't spot him. Instead he spotted Saborfoot. He quickly put it together that it was him yowling like a whole hoard of foces was breaking into camp. Bearpaw spat as his fur rose on his shoulders. Teeth bared he walked up to Saborfoot. "What in Star Clan's name are you doing!" he spat getting a bit to close to his face to be friendly.

[catephant]

ooc;; this is gonna be fun! i'm interested to see where Saberfoot and Bearpaw's relationship goes. ><

|name|saberfoot |age|28 m. |gender|male |mood|excited|amused |location|middle of camp |tagged|Bearpaw|Willowfeather[ish]

Saberfoot couldn't help it. The apprentice's reaction was too good to be true and, so, the older tom lay rolling on the ground laughing his lungs out along side Willowfeather [he knew he could count on her]. Bothering Bearpaw was one of the most amusing things he had ever had the pleasure of doing. He was such an uptight ball of fluff [at least Saberfoot thought so] and needed to let loose every once in awhile. However, that had yet to happen. The apprentice couldn't take a joke and [even if that was why the elder of the two continued to torment him] not much progress was being made.
It wasn't very difficult to ruffle his feathers and Saberfoot couldn't be more happy the clan had someone like him in it. It lessened his boredom and gave him something to scheme about [other than how to take annoying Lostcreek to the next level which, by the way, he had to talk to Willowfeather about].
Even so, the large tom had made it his mission to keep the clan in a positive mood or, at least, from thinking about the past [he knew better than anyone how draining it could be to waste time on the past.] With his pranks, cats could focus on either a] being pissed at him or b] being amused with him. Most would think his only motive was to annoy everyone, but he was a smart cat [Much smarter than that.] and he wasn't about to let this clan fall apart. Too many had gone insane from fear or, worse, sadness. It wouldn't do for the same to happen here. He finally had a family and he'd be crowfood before he lost them as well.
That being said, Saberfoot was still a kitten at heart and would never pass up the opportunity to annoy others for his own entertainment. And, so, he lay on his back looking up at the pissed off tom with amusement in his eyes. He found it funny how adorably small the cat was while trying to be intimidating. It was no secret that Saberfoot was the largest tom- ahem cat in the clan. Being a good 16 pounds and having a fluffy coat would do that, though he subconsciously tries to down-play it by laying on his back or crouching low when talking to others [Huh, I didn't realize that.].
And now, here he was on his back looking up at the adorably intimidating apprentice who made it his life mission to constantly bare the pearly whites in Saberfoot's direction. With an amused mrrow, the siberian tom answered the rhetorical question "It's morning! Time to get up!" In an instant, he bolted up and ran behind Willowfeather in the pathetic attempt to hide from Falconstar.

[luca balsa.]

Rainpaw
Female - Med. Apprentice - 11 Moons - Tags; - Saberfoot & Bearpaw

Her ears flattened on her head at the loud shouting then the terrible response. She looked at Bearpaw and Saberfoot and watched as Saberfoot ran and tried to hide. She sighed and shook her head. She then padded from her spot to Bearpaw and tried to calm him down "Come on Bearpaw you know he is a jokester no need to get so feisty." She said in a stern yet calm voice trying to calm her friend down.

[rose petals.]

Shade {Nightkit}|tom|loner| tags; Frost, open

The snow had started to fall feircly around their camp. White flakes landed on his muzzle. He was curled under the thick roots of an ash tree. He shivered. If he stayed here he would freeze to death. He flexed his frozen claws and sat up. Shade made his way toward the frozen stream. Dry, dead reeds cracked under his pads. He sniffed for some prey with no avail. The water was frozen up until the center. He would half to get to the water by crossing half the water. He lapped up some snow that tasted like soil. With a breath of cold air Shade began to look for something for Frost to eat when she got back.

[Solarian]

（name）leopardfrost
（age）30 m.
（gender）female
（mood）Hopeful
（location）The River
（tagged）None

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"Speech." / Thoughts.

Leopardfrost traveled down to the river, her paws slightly numb from the cold. She sat by the river with remorse in her eyes as she slowly reached over to touch the river. The river reminded her of something. Whenever it froze over, it seemed like everything is at a stand still, but as the season grew warmer, the river would thaw away, bringing new hope and life into her clan. That was it, this reminded her of how things were now. Everything is slow and at a stand still, but life would eventually blossom back into the clans once again. This thought gave her hope and happiness.

[ᴠᴇʟʟɪᴄʜᴏʀ.]

ooc; oh gosh, I'm starting to adore Saberfoot already <3

Snowkit (alias - Frost) | 28 moons | Female | Loner | Tagging: None

After waiting for seemed like an eternity, Frost had finally managed to catch a bird. It was a small, fragile bird with a few feathers missing. It's not much but it will feed one of us. Frost was trying to think hopefully. Ever since the darkness Frost hadn't been able to shake her hopelessness. But Frost chose not to let anyone know, not even her own kin. It felt like Starclan had lost faith in the living and abandoned them. But after everything how could they turn their backs on us? We need them more then ever. Frost bounded through the snow and away from her tree and back towards the den with her catch dangling from her jaws. The molly couldn't help but feel on edge. During the darkness, any cat seen with prey was immediately attacked.

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▸▹BEARPAW◃◂
|| male || 8 moons || apprentice || tagged ~ open ||

Bearpaw bit his tongue and let Saborfoot run away with just a scorching dark green glare. His striped tail flicked angrily behind him. Yeah that's right you better hide! He knew he was being a little irrational getting so grouchy about his impromptu wake up call but he couldn't help it. With a low growl he turned his gaze from Saborfoot to Rainpaw where it instantly softened. "I know." Bearpaw meowed lowly to her advice his head sinking a little. "I bet Falconstar chews my ear off about it later." His tail flicked again and he shuffled his paws in the deep snow.

[petrichor.]

ʟᴏsᴛᴄʀᴇᴇᴋ
27 moons.female.deputy.open

lostcreek finally entered the den of falconstar, relishing in the fact that it was rather warm inside compared to the harsh winds outdoors. "falconstar," she greeted with a dip of her head. "i came here to discuss patrols, or suggest more like." she paused, licking her right forepaw and rubbing it behind her ear to groom herself. "i was thinking we should send out a few hunting patrols today. the fresh-kill pile is getting pitifully low and we need to try to find something. i could lead it myself if you'd like." lostcreek sat back on her haunches, trail wrapped around her frozen paws as she awaited to see what her leader might say. a faint yowl coming from outside caused lostcreek to looked outside the den for a moment, ears pricked to see if another sound might come. when none did, she returned her attention back to her leader, awaiting his answer.

[KittyWarrior]

|•Falconstar•|•Leader•|•Male•|•Tags;; Lostcreek•|
Falconstar looked up as Lostcreek entered his den, finding the timing of her visit convenient, since he was ready to go and seek her out to discuss patrols. He listened until she had finished speaking and then gave an approving nod of his head.
"That sounds like a decent plan. One hunting patrol can leave now, which you can lead if you'd like, and one border patrol can leave as well. I'll ask Saberfoot to leave that one. It's just that we can't have any rogues on our borders because we'll need all the prey we can get as of the moment," he explained thoughtfully, proceeding to try and figure out who to take on the patrols.
"You can choose the cats to go on your hunting patrol. I'll go find Saberfoot now. Sound good to you?" he asked her with a small smile. He was glad to have someone like her that he could always count on around.