<.:Flameclan & Mistclan:.> V.2 - Semi-lit

[darĸнowl]

(( ALright, I think I fixed it c: Apologies.. ))

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Echopaw

Echopaw opened his amber eyes slowly, woken by the light streaming through the branches of the den. The tom waited for a few moments, thinking about getting up. At the last second, he moved with a stretch of his paw, the toes widened showing the webbing between each. The amber and white tom got up, stretching his back. Echopaw excited the den, his fur still fluffed. He glanced around, searching for his mentor, who seems to not have woken up yet. Well, maybe he will soon.

Violetfall

Violetfall shifted in her nest, unable to find a comfortable spot. Her ever-growing belly had made it hard to get comfortable, and good sleep was hard to come by. Annoyance glowed in her violet eyes as she opened them in the dark lonely den. The queen let out a sigh, and tucked her paws under her, watching the weak light of day grow stronger.

((I have two cats open, if anyone wants to role play. And if someone would like to play One of Violetfall's kits, they can.

[bird.]

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Pᴇʙʙʟᴇᴘᴀᴡ
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Sʜᴇ-Cᴀᴛ ▪ Cʀᴜsʜʟᴇss ▪ 8 Mᴏᴏɴs ▪ Aᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ ▪ FʟᴀᴍᴇCʟᴀɴ

Pebblepaw sat to the far left of her denmate; Echopaw. She had seemed to be one of the first up due to the fact the little she-cat was always an early riser. The apprentice loved to be out just at dusk as she would be able to sniff the fresh, crisp air. The colours of the sky at dusk are beautiful, just like a paler version of a sunset. There was peach, light grey, light pinks and oranges, and even a little bit of pale purple that spread across the sky. Pebblepaw always admired nature, although she prefered Leafbare to Newleaf. Being born in the winter time, where snow was like a white blanket over the earth and where the cool breeze made chills run up your spine. The grey she-cat remembered running across the white power with curiosity before feeling her paws get numb. She missed the days where she would curl up with her littermates within her mother's belly fur, falling asleep within the warmth that surrounded her. Pebblepaw shook her head, coming back to reality. Those days were gone.

Sea coloured grey eyes grazed over the camp as she looked to see who was already awake. They stopped to land upon Echopaw once again, and she thought it wouldn't mind to trot over to the young tom. Pebblepaw picked herself up to stand on her paws as she quickly padded over to the other apprentice, taking long strides with each step. "Hello Echopaw! Good morning." The female sat down before him, her silky tail lightly sweeping over the ground. "I hope you slept well?" Her soft voice rose into a question as she slightly put her head to one side.

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Echopaw

Echopaw glanced up at Pebblepaw, his ears pricked. The tom had simply not notied the she-cat sitting there, and was quite surprised to see her, although he did offer a slight smile. "Hello, Pebblepaw, you too." He waited for a moment, politely listening, before answering. "Yes, sort of." He shrugged, "You?" He asked. The tom glanced around, hoping he wouldn't seem rude, but he was anxious to get training.

[bird.]

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Pᴇʙʙʟᴇᴘᴀᴡ
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Sʜᴇ-Cᴀᴛ ▪ Cʀᴜsʜʟᴇss ▪ 8 Mᴏᴏɴs ▪ Aᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ ▪ FʟᴀᴍᴇCʟᴀɴ

Pebblepaw returned a light smile Echopaw. Her tail now curled around her paws, landing neatly so that it didn't ruffle her fur. She had just groomed it this morning, and it was all perfect. If ruffled, Pebblepaw would have to go through it all again to make sure it was clean and nicely neat. Pebblepaw seemed to be a bit of a neat freak at points in time, but all together the she-cat wouldn't mind rolling in dirt. It was a habit that she had caught from her peppy aunt, who always had the most perfect clean white pelt, and never had a speck of dust on it. Pebblepaw blinked, stopping herself from getting distracted once again. "Alright, i had a thorn at one point in my den. I removed it and settled back in though." The tom seemed figity, and she couldn't help but ask. "Are you alright? You seem bursting to do something, like your paws itch." Pebblepaw's eyes widened with amusement as they grew light. The apprentice hadn't seen her mentor around for a while, and she hoped to get training with Lunareclipse soon. Maybe the two apprentices and mentors could train together. It would be double the training, double the mentors. And also, they could learn moves from different ways and perspectives, getting twice the effort and knowledge.

[darĸнowl]

.: M O O N S H A D E :.

-MISTCLAN-

♒ { Relaxed, Thoughtful } ♒

"The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped and I was in the darkness
So darkness I became"

Moonshade laughed softly at the faint thought of kits leaping up to catch snowflakes. The dark she-cat felt as though all of the old memories of the two were still fresh in her mind; almost like they happened yesterday. But they hadn't. They were moons ago, though she remembered them perfectly. Moonshade nodded, her gaze wavering from his and drifted to watch a baby bird flutter out of it's nest as it's mother coaxed it out with her twittery song. The trees were a few tail-lengths away from the white shore they padded alongside together on but the young warrior had excellent sight and noticed the family almost instantly. It fell onto the ground and Moonshade blinked her sea-blue eyes at the little thing. Sympathy flooded her gaze until she noticed it start to flutter it's tiny wings once more until it was finally off the ground. It was unstable, but in the air. She then smiled, listening to Wolfheart's familiar voice near her. She turned her attention back to him, pricking her ears when he mentioned how happy he was to be deputy. Moonshade grinned happily, glad he felt good to be deputy. But the smile disappeared when he mentioned Cloverstar's struggles with her former deputy's passing.
She sighed. The happy moment was gone from Moonshade almost instantly. She feared Cloverstar. But in a good, safe way; she never dared talked back to her or question her orders. She had good reason to though for in Stoneclan her uncle had been deputy and hurt her when she tried playing with him as a kit. She didn't understand the whole concept of authority or respect; she was only two moons old then. But ever since she then, the day she felt her first wound on flesh, she feared what Cloverstar might do to her if she would act like that around her. But she didn't want this good moment to fade away; she wanted it to carry on all night. The smile returned on her beautiful, tabby face, and she responded, "Cloverstar has every right to feel pain like this. But I feel I almost fear she needs someone to be checking on her... Not that I feel she can't take care of herself... Just she's felt too much. She needs help." She paused, blinking with faint amusement, now, "Don't worry, Wolfheart. Lightheart's got an eye on her."

.: L I G H T H E A R T :.

-MISTCLAN-

♒ { Afraid, Confused } ♒

"Though heavily we bled
Still on we crawl
Try to catch a cannonball.
And a slowly burning tide (oh)
Through my veins is flowing.
From my shipwreck I heard her call
And she sang

When you're tired of aiming your arrows,
Still you never hit the mark
And even if your aims are shadows
Still we're never gonna part

Come on baby don't let it break your heart"

Lightheart shivered, only catching a glimpse of Hawkfeather's eyes glinting in the darkness. She swallowed hard. What in Starclan's name...?! The white she-cat felt it hard to believe the slightest touch between the two medicine cats would cause this. She only thought it a coincidence. Why was it so cold? Hawkfether didn't look cold... before the cave blacked out, of course. But now she felt it was freezing. At one point, she heard her mother's voice hiss something behind her once more but something she didn't understand. She jumped, looking sharply behind her to try and see her. But there was nothing. Her midnight-blue eyes were huge now and she could hardly make out Hawkfeather's outline in the darkness. She wanted the moon's silvery light so badly at the moment. Unlike her sister, she hated the darkness. One of Moonshade's gifts was she could hunt, fight or just sit during the night and disappear into the shadows perfectly. But Lightheart's white pelt was too bright to allow her to even hide properly; for it cast a sort of faint glow in the darkness.
Lightheart didn't care if she weren't supposed to touch the Flameclan tom. She just didn't. That was ridiculous. She pressed up against him, partly to keep warm and figure out where he was and at the same time almost to spite the starry spirits warning her and reprimanding her about things that were completely impossible. She shivered still, but looked up, now remembering the waterfall was right in front of them. It was nearly pitch black in the cave underneath the huge river... But the waterfall allowed only a few slivers of light to cut through it's powerful tumbling. "Come on... Let's get out of here, Hawkfeather," she whispered. She never wanted to let go of him. For some reason, it felt too comforting but she stood instead and laid her soft tail on his shoulders. She ignored her rapidly growing fear of the dark and padded forwardly confidently; squinting her eyes to figure out where to go as she guided Hawkfeather forward. Finally, she slid through the small space separating the cave and the outside world by the waterfall. She shook her white pelt, glowing a little in the night; making it seem like she literally absorbed the moonlight pouring down on them as it did only a few moments ago. She turned around, blinking as she waited for him.

(( just for wolves ))
(( I just saw The Dark Night Rises... AND IT WAS FREAKING AMAZING. OMG. I've always been a die-hard Batman fangirl even when Tim Burton's "Batman" came out in the 80s and watched the old cartoon when I was little xD Holy crap... it was so good, I kind of just sat in my seat for a few moments with my friend speechless ))

(( ^ For Wolves ^ ))

[darĸнowl]

✷ MistClan ✷ Apprentice ✷ Appearance ✷ She-cat ✷ 12 Moons ✷ Mentor~Rainingheart✷
Mysticpaw stayed until she was sure the new arrival was sound asleep. Her blue eyes blinked slowly as she studied Darkpelts unkempt form, but it was under the messy fur and tired body she saw the truth. He was a well trained tom and as lethal as a warrior if her suspicions were correct. Standing to her paws she began to walk backs towards camp to inform her leader of their guest.

"I'll be back soon Darkpelt...I hope you will be welcomed..." she murmured softly

-ah thanks Dark

.: D A R K P E L T :.

From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Darkpelt ears swiveled around toward where Mysticpaw's soft voice had sounded near him and he twitched as started to wake. His deep blue eyes fluttered open sleepily, looking heavy and half-asleep. The black tom looked at the apprentice, stretching his powerful jaws wide as he yawned. His sharp, white fangs glinted in the early morning light and he smiled, licking his lips. "Sure thing.." he mumbled. I hope I'll be welcomed... He stood after she turned to leave, squeezing out of his tiny burrow he'd been sleeping in and shook out his midnight pelt. After another yawn escaped his jaws, he started to give himself a thorough cleaning. As he lapped at his long, fluffy pelt, he noticed in disgust how dirty his fur was. Nonetheless, he continued picking tiny burrs out and pulling out the dirt and forest debris. "Ah well, " he murmured under his breath, "The perks of being a loner." After he had finished his long grooming, his tongue nearly felt exhausted from the effort and speed he'd exerted on himself to clean properly until he'd looked somewhat clean again.
Once content with his appearance again after a long time of trekking through harsh weather and strange lands, he sat down. With his back straight, ears pricked and sharp, icy eyes alert, he planted his paws and waited silently for Mysticpaw's return. He curled his sleek, black tail over his paws neatly and let out a long sigh.

(( No Prob, Iris ))

(( For Purple~Iris ))

[lunar-lynx]

{{I thought we skipped to morning, Dark? The Lightheart/Moonshade post you quoted is from nighttime x3
I'm working on a post that may get posted tonight or tomorrow, depending on how much of it I get done since I'm doing other stuff as well.}}

[fireflies.]

Icepaw

[She-cat][Tired][Camp]

Icepaw rolled on her side yawning.I don't want to get up.she thought to herself.Sighing she dragged herself up.She glanced at her pelt to see if it was clean or not and soon discovered moss was clinging all over it.She started cleaning it and once satisfied she padded into camp.I wonder what my mentor got planned for me today.she wondered.

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Echopaw

Echopaw lifted a paw to his mouth, licking the fur there while he waited for a reply from the she-cat before him. "Ah, is that what I heard?" he smiled jokingly. He hadn't really heard anything, it was just a statement he felt like nserting for no real reason. His amber eyes widened as she continued talking. "I'm sorry, I wasn't being too rude, right?" He then continued "I was looking for Eagleong, I don't think he's up yet." He admitted, ducking his head slightly, almost as if ashamed, although a smile was left on his lips. His ears tilted back, and his head tilted slightly.