𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙉 ▬ ❛ tales of treachery ❜

[razzberry]

❆ — — 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄

a muscular shorthaired snowshoe tom with a dark face and piercing blue eyes
tomcat ∾ 57 moons ∾ deputy ∾ location: medicine den ∾ mentions: - ∾ tags: cedarstar, firestream, isopodshell

Maneuvering through camp and making quick work of the distance between him and the medicine den, Bourbonstride's movements were fluid with a toned confidence and subtle dominance, much like the cat himself. The shorthaired cat slowed upon nearing the den entrance, hearing the voices inside that were slightly muffled by the walls that were between them. He wasn't quite sure what his leader had called him to the medicine den to discuss but he could only gather that his input was needed just as were the medicine cats. Having to duck only slightly to avoid knocking his head on the top of the den entrance, Bourbonstride's eyes flicked across the den, noting the presence of both medicine cats, their apprentices and Cedarstar. The three felines were already in conversation when he had arrived and his ears were swivelled towards them, tuning into the discussion. They were worried about Starclan's absence and lack of communication, something the blue-eyed tom had suspected would become an issue since their ancestors had gone silent.

He had to agree that it was discerning that they had yet to receive any sort of sign from Starclan, the very cats who their clan revered and prayed to. That had to get one thinking that if their ancestors had indeed gone silent and abandoned them, what would that mean for Forestclan? Would they still pray to Starclan, risking looking like fools who continue to follow a religion that turned their backs on them? Bourbonstride wasn't quite sure where he would stand on that matter and would only entertain the idea if that was what it came down to. "Excuse my intrusion, but you wanted to speak with me Cedarstar?" his raspy voice rumbled from his chest, his piercing eyes flitting over Firestream and Isopodshell just before his head tilted down in a nod of greeting.

❦ — — 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄

a slender shorthaired calico tabby with sea green eyes and long whiskers
molly ∾ 30 moons ∾ warrior ∾ apprentice: starlingpaw ∾ location: camp ∾ mentions: - ∾ tags: whisperflight, starlingpaw

After bidding her friend quick goodbye so she could fetch her slumbering apprentice for the patrol, the calico tabby made haste towards the apprentice's den where she had a good wager was where her apprentice was holed up in. As Meadowbrine neared the den she used to occupy as an apprentice, nostalgia swept over her. The night's spent in that den were always fruitful and never left her lying awake, unable to sleep. She yearned to know that peace again but wasn't foolish enough to believe she'd truly get it again. Brushing the memories away before a tight knot formed in her throat, the molly poked her head into the den and let her eyes sweep through the empty den. Well, empty save for her apprentice who was indeed still curled in his nest.

"I figured this is where I'd find you. Come now Starlingpaw, the morning patrols have already been assigned and you and I are on one" the slender warrior had padded towards the young toms nest, prodding it with a paw as she spoke. "It wouldn't be wise to leave the others waiting either. We're waiting on you so let's get a move on. You can get some breaktfast when we return if we don't have time to stop on the patrol" Meadowbrine's voice was soft but firm, telling her apprentice that she expected not to be disobeyed without coming across as demanding and coarse.

♆ — — 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄

a large longhaired dark brown tabby maine coon with yellow-green eyes
molly ∾ 39 moons ∾ outsider ∾ location: woodland ∾ mentions: - ∾ tags: -

- repost. didn't have time to write her up a new one -

The wind whistled outside the entrance of her den reminding her how grateful she was to bear such a thick pelt, especially when the leafbare's around there could be utterly merciless sometimes. Peregrine's "den" wasn't what you'd typically expect of a feline dwelling, her's was in a tree. She'd happened along it years ago by chance when she'd gotten caught outside in a torrential rainstorm and had clambered up the nearest tree to seek a moment of shelter from the buffeting rain. It was then that she'd found the abandoned owl nest. The entrance was fairly large so she had no trouble getting in and out, and the inside itself was quite cozy. It was high enough up the trunk of the tree that the branches below concealed it to anyone who happened to glance upwards which was quite beneficial when she wanted to avoid the eyes of passing rogues.

Peregrine stood from her plush nest and stretched out her body, taking a step over the threshold of the den and set her front paws on the branch just outside the mouth of her den. A deep breath in was all she allowed herself before scaling down the tree, using the branches as steps that were short jumps apart. When all four paws were on the forest floor below, she swivelled her head around to check her surroundings of the woodland she lived in but didn't expect to see much of anything. Not many rogues or loners ventured through here and the clan cats nearby rarely had the itch to come as far as her woodlands.

[VLNNYZ]

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xxxxxxxxxxx!! 𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋
xxxxxxxxx18 moons | medicine cat
xxxxxxxxxve/they | tagged: cedarstar,
xxxxxxxxxfirestream, bourbonstride
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isopodshell twitches an ear as firestream spoke, his dull blue gaze shifting over towards the she-cat. "It was possible for Crowfoot." ve notes, tail twitching as ve lowered vis tone. "Though it might not be for us, it wouldn't hurt to try." they'd mutter, before letting vis gaze wander back towards cedarstar. "We'll learn how to move forward from this sometime later, after my.. Attempt." ve slowly croaks out, clearly nervous by the contorted expression on the small cats face- his maw remained open as ve tried to think of something else to say. "..Either way, I still think Starclan is with us- in one way, or another.." Ve muttered, before snapping vis gaze towards the entrance of the den as ve heard the raspy, familiar voice of a tom in vis clan- bourbonstride. ve wasn't quick to register that it was him, reeling away to arch vis back and fluff out vis fur in a brief spin of alarm, before slowly letting verself relax. ve stood there for a moment, before slowly dipping vis head back, not saying anything else or taking any note of the overreaction: this was cedarstar's conversation.

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xxxxxxxxxxx!! 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
xxxxxxxxx62 moons | senior warrior
xxxxxxxxxshe/they | tagged: open
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cavewaters tails flicked, her shoulders sagging as she gave a brief lap to them, before starting to go back to grooming her pelt all together- she started to think to herself as she waited: the chances that they were going to encounter a rogue were high, higher than she'd like. cavewaters had always had a natural disliking towards rogues, maybe it was due to the fact that, due to the lack of territory surrounding forestclan, there was nothing to stop the rogues on their way into the territory other than a few patrols now and then. it was irritating, to say the least, having to deal with rogue after rogue. it didn't help that they didn't have a select code, or system that kept them in line: thus, they were always naturally prone to being snarky or egotistical.. her parents disliking to the outsiders might have rubbed off onto her as well. she was so wrapped up in her own thoughts, that she didn't even realize that she had frozen her head in place over her shoulder, wincing as she pulled her head away and straightened her posture once more.. right. [ repost for the time being ]

[Queen of flames]

Lightningwing - she - warrior - crush is open - apprentice is open - tags: Lostface
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She gave the other she-cat a smile "stream? sure I don't mind there are plenty of different preys anyway" she responded, wondering if hunting fish in a somewhat not-so-large place like the stream is an easier place for the badly injured warrior. Her ears flicked over to the queens when she heard the voice of Dustpetal talking with the other two queens, seeing them made her feel rather sad a somehow "It's weird how being a queen is like a curse to us? either of their mates is dead or another way missing..." she meowed suddenly with a quick voice which could be only be heard by the closest cat which could be Lostface at the moment.

Yellowflower - she - warrior- crush is open - apprentice is open - tags: Lionscar, Hazelcloud
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She watched the cats as they approved near the deputy, flicking her ears over toward the tom when he started to organize the patrols. She gave the handsome deputy a smile and nod when he mentioned her and involved her to join Lionscar's hunting patrol. She walked over to the red warrior "good morning Lionscar" she called out then looked over at Hazelcloud "where is...of there he is...I guess we're into the same patrol Hazelcloud...excited to hunting?" she meowed a little bit flirty toward the another good looking tom

Firestream - she - medicine cat - crush is open - apprentice - n/a - tags: Cedarstar, Isopodshell, Peachpaw
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She listened to the leader, her ears flicking to the side of the den entrance when the deputy peeped in 'maybe they do think way too much, the clan itself is not having big issues, for now, so maybe they could focus to live on than bother about Starclan...Starclan is usually pretty silent, if there is nothing for them to inform about' she keeps thinking. She turned to Isopodshell "so are you planning to go to speak with Starclan? likely taking Peachpaw with you or doing it solo?" she asked the little bit older she-cat.

Starlingpaw - tom - apprentice - crush is open - mentor is Meadowbrine - tags: Meadowbrine, Whisperflight, Wolfshade, Ferretpaw
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He stayed at his nest fully awaken by now, but too lazy, maybe he was being selfish to wait for his mentor to actually pick him up, instead of doing things by himself. He could be wiser than that, he could be or at least start acting like a warrior which he could be if he was not messed things up earlier. He looked over to his mentor, which didn't really surprise him at all, Meadowbrine seemed to be one of those cats who was always involved in patrols, maybe she was that trusted warrior to have. He didn't really fight back at all, stood up, and left his nest immediately "yes, I am coming..." he responded rather annoyed, not to the little duty he was called to do, but for himself. He was disappointed in himself, 'why can I be like warriors could wake early to go to the patrols, instead I a still like a kit who sleeps half of a day letting others wait...' he thought as he walked out of the apprentice's den. His tail was flicking, but his eyes were watching the ground under his feet 'If I don't grow up soon, I will be promoted to the warrior at the age of an elder' he kept thinking.
He looked up to the two other warriors, but kind of ignored to make any eye contact with the other apprentice Ferretpaw. He felt disappointed near the other apprentices, which were halfway to becoming a warrior, but still, more into the rank than he was.

Grasswhisker - tom - outsider - crush is open - apprenitce - n/a - tags: open
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He kept moving forward, going into a more open field, with a small lake there. The field seemed calm so far, but the grass was pretty long so it was hard to say if there was lurking something around, either good or bad things. He didn't really care about the possible dangers, but the freshwater called for him to go there, he was thirsty and started to get hungry too. He could do some hunting after the drink, in this field there could be some mice, voles, or other smaller mammals hiding.

[mystoxxiide]

x - crowpool // he/they // warrior // pansexual // open

Crowpool was quietly eating a mouse by the warrior's den, green eyes surveying the camp's activities. The black-furred warrior didn't have any intent to join in, of course - he was perfectly fine in the background, taking things at his own pace. He bent to take another bite of his prey, legs comfortably folded underneath him.

x - hawkpaw // he/him // apprentice // homosexual // open

The black-and-ginger apprentice was bouncing around the camp excitedly, babbling loudly, mindlessly annoying warriors and elders alike. Hawkpaw's tail wiggled in the air excitedly and his ears pricked as he spotted a long, snake-like thing lying on the ground. Without a second thought, he pounced, not realising until it was too late that it was a warrior's tail. Whoops.

[__PawPrints__]

Jett
When Jett reached the edge of his usual territory he paused for a heartbeat. The nomad and homebody pieces of his personality fought an internal war until with a flick of an ear he left his territory at a solid pace. He headed towards the forest hoping to catch something unique. The taste of rats was growing old and making him heavy. A nice lean rabbit sounded particularly delicious. He was moving quietly and swiftly through the woods until he caught the scent of a molly on the wind. Flicking his ears back he moved forward more cautiously now until he saw a pretty cat looking anxiously around. The wind shifted and rather than let his scent give him away he figured he should announce himself. "What's a nice looking cat like you doing by yourself out here?" He asked with a confident walk forward out of the shrubs. "Alone." he added with a raised brow noting that she didn't smell Clan.

(For Peregrine)

Lostface
Lostface let her good eye follow Lightningwing's gaze to land on Dustpelt. Looking away at her paws she tried to hid the sense of envy she felt from the queens. At least they had someone who had cared about them and soon they would have precious kits to fawn over. Swallowing she replied softly, "Yes it is sad. At least kits make it easy to stay busy. They make it hard to stay upset for long."

Bearpaw
Bearpaw skidded to a halt at Lionscar's call. She flicked her tail as she waited with anticipation. She huffed under her breath so that no cat could hear, "Warriors always take so long chit-chatting!" She glanced around camp and saw Hawkpaw pouncing on a warriors tail. She let out a mrrow of laughter as he did it. "Nice catch!" she called.

[eidolon.]

➳GhostStep
female - warrior - lesbian - location: forestclan camp - tags: open

GhostStep was sat silently near one of the camp's corners, as was usual for her. She was idly grooming her pelt without a care in the world. In her humble opinion, there wasn't really anything for her to worry about. Her patrol always went out during the evenings, so during the day? All she had to do was relax and socialise if it need be.