Wᴏʟғsᴛᴀʀ
〖Molly〗〖Hawkclan Leader〗〖40〗
〖Mentions: Sealsmog, Minkstar〗
〖Tags: Rowanstalk〗
Asʜғᴀʟʟ
〖Tom〗〖Hawkclan Warrior〗〖38〗
〖Mentions: Fadingwind, Irispaw & Antgleam〗
〖Tags: Mushroomshard, Sealsmog, Sunstream, Fadingwind & Irispaw〗
Sᴡɪғᴛᴄʟᴀᴡ
〖Tom〗〖Hawkclan Warrior〗〖37〗
〖Mentions: Bushsparrow, Fallenpaw & Crocusweb〗
〖Tags: Lynxpaw & Bumblepaw〗
Wʜɪᴛᴇғʟᴀᴍᴇ
〖Tom〗〖Marshclan Warrior〗〖46〗
〖Mentions: Minkstar, Creamflower〗
〖Tags: Lionfur, Leopardbreeze, Rosedance, Kits〗
Sɪʟᴠᴇʀғᴜʀ
〖Molly〗〖Marshclan Warrior〗〖38〗
〖Mentions: Minkstar, Heroncall, Mirestalk, Tigerheart〗
〖Tags: None〗
Tɪɢᴇʀʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
〖Tom〗〖Marshclan Warrior〗〖26〗
〖Mentions: None〗
〖Tags: Blackfrost or Darkpaw〗
Kᴇsᴛʀᴇʟᴋɪᴛ
〖Molly〗〖Marshclan Kit〗〖3〗
〖Mentions: Lionfur〗
〖Tags: Leopardbreeze & Gatorkit〗
Nɪɢʜᴛᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ
〖Molly〗〖Marshclan Warrior〗〖42〗
〖Mentions: Open〗
〖Tags: Open〗
The dark colored she-cat was resting in her nest at the very back of the Warrior's den. Nightwhisper had always kept to herself as she was a kit.. still to this day. Tonight would be the great gathering of both clans. She hoped to Starclan she wasn't chosen as one of the warrior's to attend the gathering. She preferred staying at the camp to defend or better yet.. provide food for her clan. Her green gaze fixed at the warrior den entrance as she watched her fellow clan mates leave the den, soon she would join them hoping either Rosedance or Minkstar would assign her to a patrol.
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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━⚲ ━ 38 moons ━ hawkclan warrior ━ location - camp ━ tags - open for any interactions!Kiteswoop was intent on going to that fox-dunged gathering tonight.
They nearly sprung out of their nest, pale yellow eyes clouded and weary from a long, hard slumber, and flexed their claws before stretching out their long haunches as they exited the warriors' den into the crag formations that made up HawkClan's scenic camp. A few cats were already outside, but this was common. Kiteswoop was almost never the very first HawkClan cat to wake, but they were always one of them. It was a stark contrast from MarshClan, were the pace of Clan life had always felt slower.
It had been moons, though - and many at that. Kiteswoop could barely remember what it was like to be a warrior of MarshClan. HawkClan felt like their true-born home at this point - the only home they'd ever had - even with full MarshClan blood still running through their veins with every step they took. Even so, HawkClan seemed to graciously accept them, and Kiteswoop didn't care whether this sentiment derived from altruism or not.
I don't care one bit if I'm just a wagering pawn to these cats, Kiteswoop thought, glaring up at the blushing morning sky. Political chess piece or beloved turncoat warrior, Kiteswoop, for the first time in their life, finally felt free... and for the love of every cat that danced upon the stars of Silverpelt, they wanted their sister to know it.
Minkstar. Kiteswoop's mind spat the cat's name out. Leader of MarshClan. Leader! How preposterous. How... rich. Kiteswoop had been more of a leader as a kit. MarshClan was doomed, and Kiteswoop reveled in the thought of it.━xxGxxAxxTxxOxxRxxKxxIxxTxx━
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♂ ━ 3 moons ━ marshclan kit ━ location - camp ━ tags - leopardbreeze, kestrelkitA young Gatorkit slowly began to wake up in the warm confines of MarshClan's nursery, pressed against his mother and sister for warmth. A soft smile spread across the bengal tom's face as he turned over and nuzzled his resting sister.
The conversation taking place between his mother and the other two queens caused him to fully wake up, though - not that he minded. It was time, anyway, and he was already a little hungry. Gatorkit yawned before slowly sitting up, wrapping his tail around his body as he blinked his amber eyes open - not yet knowing that this key trait was given to him by his late father.
"Mmmorning," he mumbled to his mother and the other queens, tilting his head sleepily.
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