hidden in the trees ; timberclan

[eiznek]

@keriae; when all of the people who have reserved ranks post their forms. c:

[crescent + cheep]

{{ is emberkit supposed to be a kit from one of the current queens?

name; emberkit
rank; kit
age; five moons
gender; female
love interest; none
relationship status; none
kin; ?
other information; apprentice/warrior form

the form © otter.
character © mercy
picture © gamebalance

[✖ＨＥＳＴＩＡ]

[ Hello, I just wanted to know if this roleplay is still open.

>Chasing Insanity ]

[eiznek]

@mercy; she doesn't have to be. her mother could have passed away. c:
@fireflies; unless, you would like to take a kit, no. sorry.

[eiznek]

yay! we can start now~

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. . . .i struggle to open my eyes, for the morning had come so fast. i had trouble sleeping last night, tossing and turning, the worries of the misgivings of streamclan taunting me in my dreams. there had been so many border scurmishes, so much worthless bloodshed. it wasn't always like this. i became leader right after the omen, for old leader birdstar was killed in a minor battle, spitting me right out into all of the drama and chaos. it was as if the whole world rested right on my shoulders. the clan's fate lay out in my paws and it was my duty to guide them and take care of them just as i had vowed at the moonfall when my starry ancestors gave me my nine lives. they said that chaos would come, and i was the one to see through it and lead my clan above it all. i would have all of my nine lives stripped out of me if my clan could live in peace, as it once did. now all kits walked with the uncertainty that a rushclan cat was right behind them, ready to grab their tiny tails and hold them prisoner. i knew that there would be many more battles to come, though a few days after my leader ceremony i had a dream. birdstar visited me and told me that there was a great battle to come. cats will die and rushclan's river will fill with the blood of our clanmates. it haunted me to this day. i haven't told stonedust or ashfall about it, not even honeyfur who i tell everything to. i probably should, but i don't want their dreams to be haunted with the image of a scarlet red river as mine are. besides, honeyfur is heavy with kits and i would never put any excess stress on her. oh how happy i am for her. she always wanted this. she was so proud of me when i received deputy, and then leader. honeyfur would never envy me, for leader was not what she wanted. no. what she wanted was a loving mate and kits and thats exactly what she got when she met crowheart. i knew she would get a mate, for honeyfur is a beautiful cat with a loving personality- so mothering and understanding. and then there was me. i was ambitious, always trying to be the best. in my apprentice years i'd get up extra early to go on the earliest hunting patrol there was, then i'd nag my mentor badgerstripe to take me out battle training. i knew what i wanted and i was determined to get it. i hung around with birdsong, when he was just a deputy just to take mental notes on how he does the job. birdsong didn't mind, as long as i had already done all of my duties for the day. i made sure to keep the elder's den so squishy with moss that even a prickly hedgehog would want to come down and sleep on them. finally i became a warrior, being awarded with the name smallmouse and my sister being named honeyfur. i kept up with my hardwork, for i desperately wanted to be deputy. i hunted twice a day and went on twice as many patrols so that when the end of the day came i fell into a deep sleep, and then i'd get up at dawn the next day to go on the dawnpatrol. i was awarded with an apprentice rather quickly. then, our old leader foxstar retired to the elder's den, leaving birdsong to take his place. that meant that birdsong was to become birdstar, and he would have to choose a deputy by moonhigh. honestly, i was thrilled. it was my chance to take the role. i kept myself busy as birdstar got his ninelives at the moonfall, nagging my apprentice about cleaning the elder's den and giving tortoiseheart, the queen at the time some freshkill. i hunted, and when i got back the clan was gathered at the highrock. i panicked and raced to join my clan-members. had birdstar already chosen a deputy? thats when he called my name. my heart felt like it was going to burst and the whole of starclan was lifting me up. oh, how long ago that seems. i'm considered a young leader. all the more moons to guide my beloved clan.
. . . . sweeping my tail across the den floor, i padded outside where my clan was already bustling and setting out on morning patrols. my eyes flickered over to the fresh kill pile, which was dangerously low. concerned, i trotted over to a bright ginger she-cat who stood proudly, her head held high as she assigned cats to their duties. i was proud of my deputy. she is such a strong cat and a loyal companion and clan-mate. i knew that she would easily give her life for her clan. i had chosen well."ashfall? would you mind setting up a hunting patrol? the fresh-kill pile is getting rather low," i meowed. i said it as if it were a question, though there was an edge in my voice that told her that it was indeed not a question but a demand. there was certainly no room in this clan for a soft leader, and if a clan wants structure they need rules and a strict leader. i made sure i wasn't too demanding of them, i was understanding and open to all concerns. everyone knows not to question or challenge my decisions.

tags: ashfall

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. . . .wip . . .

[✖ＨＥＳＴＩＡ]

[Okay, I will take the kit slot.
>Chasing fireflies ]

[Guest]

[ i'm feeling lazy. cx i'm gonna wait for other people to post first. ]

[rustic .]

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where ;; apprentices den
mood ;; happy as always
crush/mate ;; ivvypaw/none
age/rank ;; 10 moons / apprentice

he wasn't sure wether it was the number of cats getting up or the ray
of sunlight that whipped in his eyes that woke him up but he was awake. he slowly
opened his eyes, getting used to the bright shine in his chocolate brown orbs. as he
adjusted to the newly founded light he scanned he apprentice den, approximating
the number of cat who got up. birchpaw was never a heavy sleep but he wasn't a light
sleeper either, just in between, enough for a couple of apprentices and a ray of sunshine
to wake him up. still squinting, he debated wether to get up and do something or lay
there as the sunlight beamed on his fur. after a few moments on debating he finally mustered
the energy to get up. the tabby's legs stretched as his muscles tensed and relaxed.

he proceeded to the exit of the apprentice den, the sun slowly covering more and more
of his body untilhe was outside and fully covered his the warm rays. wip

[phenomenon]

[ this being a first post, i will try to get this done. c: ]

ｄｅｓｅｒｔｌｏｔｕｓ.
[ she-cat ] - [ 29 moons ] - [ warrior ] - [ smooth ]
ａｓｋ ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｓｈａｌｌ ｒｅｃｅｉｖｅ.



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ｂｒａｍｂｌｅｐａｗ.
[ tom ] - [ 11 moons ] - [ apprentice ] - [ daring ]
ｉ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｐｌａｎ; ａｔｔａｃｋ.



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ｋｒｙｐｔｏｎ.
[ tom ] - [ 35 moons ] - [ loner ] - [ courageous ]
ｎｏ ｓｏｌｄｉｅｒ ｉｓ ｅｖｅｒ ｌｅｆｔ ｂｅｈｉｎｄ.



-----With ears flat against my head and wind blowing through my fur, I ran with great speed. My paws felt like they were barely touching the ground. I was flying.
-----I picked up speed since my prey seemed to be getting away. I slid under a fallen log covered in moss and mushrooms. I quickly resumed the chase. I was gaining on the fear-stricken rabbit. I leapt into the air and slid out my claws. With open jaws I fell upon the brown rabbit and snapped its neck within the same second. I stood over my new meal with a rush of pride and thudding heart. Another meal for today, I thought. It's not that I didn't get enough to eat... It's just that, I had to be careful where I hunted. There were two Clans with many strong cats ready to kill me if I was caught hunting on their territory. And plus, I'm a noble cat. I help others in need, whether they are a Clan cat, loner, or a kittypet. There were some days were I don't eat much or at all because I give my meals to some dear friends of mine who need it more than I do... Foolish? No, I think it's something I would live for.
-----I am a survivor. A soldier. I know how to ration my food in times of famine. I know how to find or makeshift a workable shelter in stormy weather. I know how to navigate my way around by relying merely on my sense of smell. I'm practically busy all day long. I have my work cut out for me. But...there are just some days when I stay up late and wait for the stars to come out. It's really a magnificent sight for one to behold. When I was young, I was told that my ancestors are up there. Living in harmony and hunting forever. The thought of being a Clan cat and hunting like them made me thrilled. But long story short...I'm a loner. And...Clan cats despise any cat who doesn't have warrior blood. And I don't think I'm worthy enough to join a Clan. Anyway, what I mean to say is, I don't know if I'm important enough to have a destiny. Like, a real adventure for me to go on and live for.
-----I blinked and realized I had zoned out for a few seconds. Daydreaming and wishful thinking, Krypton, I thought with a heavy sigh. My whole point being, I don't think the ancestors care for minor cats like myself. I think if I were a Clan cat, my ancestors would look at me differently. With my happiness washed away like a cold wave of water, I trudged back to my territory with my rabbit. wip.
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[elfish]

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Location ;; Camp
Mood ;; Frustrated, disappointed
With ;; No one
Crush ;; Undecided; none

The sparse sunlight that trickled in through the material that made up the apprentices' den struck Silverpaw's fur excellently. Her fluffy, plush fur was a strange blend of grey and cream at her body and hindquarters, though it kept its grey and silver hue. As the color spread towards her neck and chest, it gradients into a silver and white color, which is spread onto the whole of her chest and transitions into silver at her neck, head, and face. On her face, there are faded black tabby marks -- the only tabby marks present on her whole body. And her eyes were a brilliant blue. Not icy, not emotionless, but somehow always very soft and caring. The she-cat stretched luxuriously on her nest composed of twigs and moss, claws unsheathing for seconds before retracting, and she rolled onto her right flank. Her form was, as some say, very much like a fish. All cats were flexible -- it was a known fact. But Silverpaw somehow managed to be more flexible than your average cat. She's able to twist and contort her body in ways that a normal Clan cat couldn't do, which enables her to wriggle through small places. Like a fish, she was slippery and elusive. Her fluffy tail rested on her pink nose, keeping her warm in the cold weather. She was always sensitive to the cold, despite being surrounded by her fellow apprentices.

Eventually, sleep kept slipping out of her paws. It was like an orb, though it had been dipped in water and Silverpaw had to catch it. The orb simply kept sliding out of her paws, and teasing her as she chased after it. So she gave up. Black ears twitching, the apprentice hesitantly opened her bright blue eyes and flinched immediately at the sun's glare that had been set upon her. Or, her and her fellow apprentices, too. She yawned, showing off her sharp teeth like every cat had, and proceeded to groom herself. Using her teeth to pluck out any burrs or thorns that had somehow found its way into her nest, Silverpaw made a mental note to clean out her nest. She used her pink, prickly tongue to tame down the wild tufts of fur which had come to appearance in her sleep. The cat licked her paws and then rubbed her muzzle and face. Finally, after perhaps ten minutes of self-grooming, Silverpaw quietly, carefully stood and peered down at her still companions. All were still sleeping; she was the only one awake. Well...what was she going to do now? With her friends still asleep and no one awake in camp, she supposed it only led to one thing -- a solo hunt.

She was never excellent at hunting. Or fighting. Instead, she always found herself to be more of a cat fit to be a queen. She knew some situations where a she-cat, after receiving her warrior name -- immediately placed herself in the nursery because she could provide no good to the Clan. Perhaps that was what Silverpaw was fated to do. The silver she-cat twitched her whiskers morosely. That was a boring life, no matter how much Silverpaw thought it suited her! Just laying in the den...doing nothing. Well, she supposed taking care of kits was something, but she didn't want to take care of them all the time! Silverpaw purred in amusement at herself and shrugged those thoughts off. She would worry about that when the time came. With silent pawsteps, the silver cat performed an awkward little hop-dance around the slumbering cats and finally landed ungracefully at the entrance of the den. And by ungracefully, I mean faceplanting right into the grass. Face heated and whiskers trembling, Silverpaw stood and wiped her face with her paw. 'At least no one saw that...'

The camp wasn't empty, as Silverpaw discovered. Her fluffy tail brushed the ground in panic that someone had seen her embarrassing dance, but it seemed as if no cat noticed. Smallstar was giving orders to the deputy, that was it. She hadn't noticed the slender apprentice yet. Silverpaw briskly turned and slipped to the back of the den, where she exited camp and into the forest. Hopefully, she could brush up on her hunting skills before her mentor would wake. And if she didn't return by the time her mentor woke...then Silverpaw supposed that she could tell her mentor that she was at the dirtplace. An amused chuckle sounded and Silverpaw instantly silenced herself. She forced herself into a hunting mode -- silent, observant, sensitive to nature. Ears pricked and whiskers still, the apprentice walked through the forest and repeated everything she had learned in her head. 'Keep yourself quiet -- imagine it were as if your paws were floating, gliding, across the forest floor. Your tail has got to be still; the brushing will alert prey to your presence. Keep your jaw slightly parted -- allow the scent to wash over your senses. The forest alive, don't you see? All you need to do is listen.'

And it worked. Or, Silverpaw was sure it worked. Fifteen minutes into a silent search, Silverpaw paused at the base of a tree. A quiet chirp, a song, was heard from above. Silverpaw's ears twitched and her blue eyes narrowed to spot the prey that surely had to be hidden in the leaves and branches. And it was. A small bird, a thrush, was pecking at something at the branch. And the best part, it was still clueless to Silverpaw's presence! Paws light with giddy and anticipation, the excited apprentice unsheathed her claws and slithered up the tree. She tried to, at least. Tree climbing was never one of her best assets. So when her paws slipped, creating a faint noise, she swore as the bird cocked its head and then took flight only moments later. "Foxdung!" the apprentice cried out, fluffy tail lashing in frustration. She had it, too! If only she hadn't messed up... Disappointed and frustrated, Silverpaw threw herself off of the tree trunk and landed upon her paws upon the forest floor. The sun was rising, she noticed, which meant that the rest of the Clan would wake soon. So with a heavy heart and head hung in shame, she trudged back to Camp.

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Location ;; Camp
Mood ;; Grouchy, irritable
With ;; No one
Crush ;; Undecided; none

Of course the sun just had to rise. Of course the warriors around him just had to snore and be a nuisance. Of course the sunlight just had to strike him directly on the face!

Not for the first time, Wolfstride wished that he could rip the sun out of the sky and throw it into the deepest abyss. Then maybe he could get some sleep around this hellhole. Face buried between his paws, he hissed and flinched when the sunlight's unmerciful glare burned right into her face. His brown, lightly black striped paws rubbed furiously at his eyes and his whiskers twitched irritably. Today was not going to be a good idea. Everyday was never a good day, Wolfstride corrected himself. It was always too bright, too cold, too stuffy, too wet, too everything. It was ever the perfect weather, but what was Wolfstride's definition of a perfect weather? Well, he didn't really have one, but he just needed something to complain about.

The brown warrior rolled onto his left side, hoping that perhaps the sun's irritating light could shine on his back and not his face. The yellow light struck his brown and black shaded back. Across his back, in three thick stripes, are mottled brown-and-black markings. Not the very common, right? His long, regally arched neck was curved inwards, his face tucked into his chest, and he muttered a curse to the sun. If only he had the power to really do something about it... Forcefully shutting his eyes, Wolfstride attempted to drown out the irritating, overwhelming snores of the warriors around him, but wasn't very successful in that aspect. Just as he was about to slip into an even deeper sleep, a chortle shocked him awake. "Shut up, crow-food eating mousebrain," Wolfstride muttered to himself, soft, fluffy tail lashing angrily. But, of course, the snoring drawled onward and Wolfstride was just about ready to rip his ears off.

Then he decided that getting some sleep was futile. No matter how hard he tried, he would never succeed. Grouchily, he abruptly sat up in his nest, not really minding those around him, and crankily proceeded to groom himself in agitated, furious licks. He washed his face and whiskers and set his paws down. After about five minutes of grooming and drifting up to sleep, Wolfstride stood and walked out of the den. He stepped on some tails, but it wasn't his fault at all. 'They should know better than to leave their tails out like that,' he snorted to himself. Tail lashing and probably hitting some in the face, Wolfstride escaped the group of sleeping warriors and found himself outside and found himself outside. The sunlight completely washed over his brown-shaded body and Wolfstride grumbled. With his long legs in which earned him his warrior name, he dragged himself to the fresh-kill pile and eyeballed the pile. It was piteously low with only two mice and a single blackbird to call food. "This wouldn't even feed the nursery," Wolfstride scoffed irritably. Using his nose, he pushed aside the blackbird on the top and picked up a mouse. It was averagely sized, though the method of killing was sloppy at its best. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a disappointed Silverpaw walking into camp in a rather heavy way. 'This was probably her kill,' the warrior grumbled. That she-cat wasn't a good apprentice. She wasn't much good in anything, except for acting like a mother. 'As soft as a kittypet.'

Scooping it up between his teeth, Wolfstride carried the selected mouse and walked over to the edge of camp, underneath a timber tree's shade, and began to feast upon it. As soon as he bit into it, he only found disappointment as the mouse's distasteful flavor filled his mouth. It was dry and hard to chew. 'Could this day get any worse?' With irritated, violent rips, he forcefully swallowed the chunks of flesh and tossed glares at the silver apprentice that made her way to camp.