Falconwing ♂ ✦ 53 Moons ✦ Apprentice ✦ Mate: Dustpetal ✦ Tags: Dustpetal, Sootspeckle
Falconwing had watched over his mothers body sadly, he had known like everyone her time had been coming slowly to an end but it didn't make it any easier to see her lifeless. He had padded over, giving her a few licks on her head before he had moved away and glanced at his half-brother Sootspeckle. Though related the two never seemed that close compared to how Weaselstripe and him bounded, he felt terrible for the pain he was going to.
He moved towards the two toms, giving his younger brother a few licks on his shoulder. He always felt bad for Sootspeckle as he had already been through so much in the small amount of being alive but he was sure glad that Blizzardclaw was still going to be around for moons to come while both of his parents were now reunited in Starclan.
Cedarstorm - OakClan Warrior - 20 moons - tags: Tinyfang, BuckstepCedarstorm looked up from where she had been grooming a spot on Tinyfang's back when the news spread through camp. She wasn't sure how she felt. Beestar had been leader since before she was born. She could see her uncle across camp with Beestar and Blizzardclaw, and she knw that he had been very close with the leader, but... Well, she had never really gotten to know Beestar herself. She could understand Tinyfang's worry about Blizzardclaw though, and she found herself frowning, the thought of losing a mate was... heartwrenching. "Flowers could be nice." She said, looking to her friend. "There's some pretty ones near the lake shore, maybe we could go pick some." The camp would be crowded with their clanmates mourning, and Tinyfang was right, it would be good to do something nice to pay their respects.
Splashfeather flicked her ears in acknowledgment of her mate's concerns. "EagleClan is a bit unpredictable right now," she admitted softly. Beestar and Southstar had both been generally peaceful leaders, but things had been far tenser ever since Streamstar became leader, and Splashfeather wasn't sure what was going to happen now that Beestar was gone. "But Streamstar should know better than to start something with us now. We could have easily taken advantage of EagleClan just a moon ago--they were so shocked and preoccupied after the scandal with Southstar, they would never have seen us coming. But Beestar chose not to. It would be a low blow for EagleClan to come after us now, at our weakest, when we showed respect and mercy to them at theirs."
Dustpetal stuck like tree sap to Falconwing's side as Beestar's family gathered to mourn her. The OakClan leader's two sons had been Dustpetal's first real friends outside of her own family, and Beestar herself had always been kind and gentle toward Dustpetal, especially as an apprentice--something she'd so desperately needed at that time given her timid nature. Now, although still quiet, Dustpetal wasn't nearly as shy as she once was, and she knew she had many cats in her life to thank for that. Beestar was one of them. Say hello to Stormwhisker for me, she prayed silently. Though her heart now lay with Falconwing, she couldn't deny that it was his brother who had stolen her heart first--and broken it when he died.
Magpieflight merely flicked his tail in response. He had never been a very sociable cat, except for when it suited him. And right now, the only thing that suited him was getting back to camp and finding out what was going on--because he knew something was going on. He could feel it in his whiskers. As they neared camp, scents of grief and shock hit his nose, but no fear-scent. And when they finally arrived, Magpieflight wasn't at all surprised by the sight that met their eyes: Cats huddled in a circle in the center of camp, around a body he couldn't yet see, but who he already knew belonged to. Beestar. It had finally happened.
Tigerblaze's tail flicked from side to side as he surveyed the camp. He had just sent Quiverheart to lead a dusk patrol, which she was assembling now, and the hunting patrols had already brought back plenty of prey that day. Greenleaf had been treating them well so far. But as the sky was beginning to darken, Tigerblaze couldn't help but feel as though something was off--change was on the wind. He could smell it, taste it. His eyes darted to the leader's den; that would be his den one day, but when? Flexing his claws, he finally rose and headed to said den, to see Streamstar. "Streamstar." The word was but a gruff grunt. "I'd like to discuss something with you."
"Oh, yes!" Littleflower remembered that place fondly. Oatleaf had shown it to them moons ago, and it had always been one of their favorite places to go when they just wanted to spend some time alone. "That sounds wonderful," she purred. "We haven't been there in a while." Things had been...tense in EagleClan as of late, to say the least, ever since the reveal of Southstar's affairs, when Streamstar had taken over and chosen Tigerblaze, the former OakClan warrior of all cats, as her deputy. Perhaps even more surprisingly, Mistflower had born the golden tom's kits. It was no secret that Mistflower was once an OakClan cat and had been mentored by Tigerblaze in the short time she'd spent there, but ever since her leaving for EagleClan, the two had been on bad terms. One could imagine her shock, then, when her friend announced she was carrying her former mentor's kits.
Nightwish grabbed a plump vole from the fresh-kill pile and passed the medicine den, hoping to ask Daydream if he wanted to eat with her--but her ears flattened slightly when she saw that he was busy talking with Willowthorn. Medicine cat duties call, I suppose, she thought bitterly. Not a day went by when she wished that Daydream could retire from being a medicine cat, as his mentor Russetswirl had all those moons ago. He was about the same age that Russetswirl was when he retired too, if she remembered correctly, and Willowthorn was a fine medicine cat all on her own--even if she didn't want to be. Sighing, as she settled in a secluded part of the camp with her vole, she secretly wondered if StarClan had made any mistakes in choosing EagleClan's two medicine cats. Neither had wanted to walk the path they were on, so why had they been chosen for it? As far as she knew, Robinwind of OakClan had always been content with his position as a medicine cat. Perhaps EagleClan is just destined to be miserable, she thought. Ever since the scandal surrounding Southstar and his kits, herself included, EagleClan had never felt the same, especially under Streamstar's leadership. She had once respected the smoky gray she-cat when she was deputy, but now she felt hated by her, as did much of Southstar's kin. It's not like we asked him to father us, she thought bitterly, tearing chunks out of her vole.
Darkclaw was grooming himself in one of the last few sunny spots of camp. He had been sharing tongues with Quiverheart, up until Tigerblaze had sent her on dusk patrol. He paused mid-lick to cast a glance at the deputy now, who seemed to be lost in thought as he watched the camp and flexed his claws before heading into Streamstar's den. Darkclaw flattened one ear. He knew that Tigerblaze had mentored Jackdawflight, a good friend of his from OakClan, and that the jet-black tom had looked up to him quite a bit--but Darklaw couldn't understand for the life of him why. Tigerblaze was a powerful warrior, yes, but there was something...off, about him, and he had disliked him from the moment he waltzed into EagleClan as deputy. It was no surprise, then, that there was also something terribly off about the deputy's only son, Creekbelly, who Darkclaw tended to avoid. Leopardtooth was the only one of Tigerblaze's and Mistflower's litter that Darkclaw somewhat got along with, but that was admittedly most likely because he had mentored her.
"That bird is even bigger than the one I caught the other day! And I caught a pretty big one." Embercloud winked at Larkpaw. "Good work." Turning his gaze back to Liongrowl, he nodded. "Meet you there." With a wave of his tail to the duo, he turned and headed toward the border with OakClan. The cool evening breeze rustled his short tortoiseshell fur, and he quickened his pace, enjoying the feeling of the wind in his face as he trotted through the undergrowth. He finally slowed to a stop when he came to the stream, and lowered his head to lap up a few drops. But his ears pricked at the sound of a she-cat's voice nearby, and he looked up suddenly to see a pretty calico on the other side of the stream, staring up at the stars with a look of sadness in her eyes, and murmuring some words Embercloud couldn't quite hear. He froze, feeling as if he had just witnessed something he wasn't supposed to, but decided that since he was already there and the she-cat was likely to notice him if he moved, he might as well make the most of it. "Hello," he meowed casually from across the stream. "Foxfeather, right?" He had recognized her from previous gatherings. "You, uh...you okay over there?"
"Great! Let's go, then!" With a skip still in her step, Doestep made her way to the camp entrance, where her mother and Mistflower would be waiting. "I bet you I catch the most prey--again," she challenged Brightpebble with a mischievous wink. Doestep had a tendency of turning every mundane task into a game, a challenge, or a mission. To her, hunting patrols were just an opportunity to see who was the best hunter, who could catch the most and the best prey.
Streamstar wrote:
Streamstar pulled her own dried blood from her hind limb fur as a few pieces of long silver fur came with it. Her wound was healing nicely thanks to Daydream's help. She'd received it from a young large tom-cat that had wondered into their borders from the two-leg place. The cat was large, over-confident, and had refused her offer to leave and stay off their territory. After that, Streamstar herself had fought the tom. He was stronger and much younger than herself but she beat him easily with her years of battle training. As she sank her fangs into his neck she proved not only to herself but also to her clan that despite her white muzzle she was still a formidable fighter. She pictured him now as she had left him attracting crows that would scare off pray. Her tail lashed behind her, "Good riddance."
The scent of Tigerblaze alerted her before she heard him, and watched the walls of her cave grow dimmer as his silhouette blocked the light seeping in. Quickly she pushed away the always bubbling rage inside her, regaining her calm collected mask she now wore and rarely removed. "Come in, Tigerblaze."
Lilacmoon wrote:
Lilacmoon watched as Gorsefire peeled from her and Goldenrose on his own hunting path. Goldenrose soon silently began crouching forward stalking a pigeon. Lilacmoon dropped too and crept silently to hind her own scent and sounds to allow her clanmate to catch her prey. She had already buried a squirrel a little ways back towards camp and was hoping to catch one last mouse before the sun fell and the prey all hid. Even now with the canopy of the trees it seemed as if the sun must be nearly out of sight.
Bearsong wrote:
Bearsong had retained her cheery attitude until they reached the rise of camp and only hushed mews could be heard in the normally noisy camp. Her mind raced until they entered and saw their leader laying lifeless on the ground. Sadness made her heart sink though worry for her kits made her paws move forward to the apprentice den. Seeing Fernpaw outside the den she stopped and gave her grey ear a comforting lick. "It's a sad day but OakClan will go on." she meowed softly to the young cat who she loved as much as her own kits. She spoke words of confidence but her thoughts raced anxiously as she thought of her clans future. At least they would have Blizzard-star now. Her eyes fell on her previous mentor as he walked towards the leaders den.
Brambleshade wrote:
Brambleshade sliced at the ground below him his claws leaving deep scorch marks in the earth below as he sat next to Fawnpounce, one of the few friends he had in this new clan. This was the worst timing for Brambleshade. He had been so lucky that Beestar had allowed him into her clan. He was still adapting to the differences and not racing under trees with his siblings and friends in EagleClan. The clan here seemed to be taking time to adjust to him as well. He understood, it was even hard for him to say if he could really see himself in battle with his old clanmates across the stream. But Streamstar had left him no choice but to leave. She would never trust him, even after he'd spent his whole life fighting and hunting for Eagleclan. And now with Beestar gone would Blizzardstar still allow him to stay and earn his place in OakClan? Brambleshade swallowed hard before answering what he hoped was true, "No one wants any battles between us."
Lavenderspring wrote:
Lavenderspring watched cats as they surrounded Beestar's body saying their goodbyes. She waited her turn then pressed her nose into the cold fur. "Thank you for all you've given to this Clan." she whispered to the fallen leader. She lifted her head just in time to see Applefur run out of camp. She couldn't imagine what the cat must be going through losing a mother, and no one should be alone after such a thing. She paced after the young female until she caught up to her. "Applefur," she meowed softly.
Buckstep wrote:
Buckstep was listening solemnly to his clanmates shock. He nodded as Tinyfang asked him to come along. "Sure!" He meowed brightening a little. "That's a great idea Cedarstorm." He would be glad to get away from the crowded camp and grieving clanmates for a bit. He hopped to his paws his long fluffy black tail swishing behind him as he lead the way towards the spot Cedarstorm described.
Firepaw wrote:Snoozing in apprentice den.
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