. stepping stones :: rushclan

[my little bird]

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{ｓｈｅｃａｔ- {ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ { ３７ｍｏｏｎｓ- { ｍａｔｅｓｗｉｔｈｒｉｄｇｅｓｔａｒ

ｓｎａｔｃｈｏｐｐｏｒｔｕｎｉｔｙｂｙｉｔｓｔａｉｌ

All in all mornings generally were good for a cat like Autumnleaf. She neither an early bird nor a late riser, and instead awoke when most of the other clan cats did. The sound of cats shifting in nests and quite foot falls out of the den are what usually woke her as they had this dawn. For her curled up position in her nest the molly stretched out her head toward the entrance of the den, and opened one amber eye to peek at the surroundings. Light was beginning to creep its way up into the sheltered camp and was faintly shinning into the lair where some warriors still lay sleeping. Seeing as that most of the others had risen up already the calico she cat uncurled to stretch out her body which was stiff from sleep. Slowly rolled onto her paws and strode out of the den, careful not to disturb any still sleeping bodies. Once outside she stretched out again to fully awaken herself, and then gave her spotted fur a good shake. Briefly she took in who was up and about with a sweep of her eyes; her gaze lingering fondly on Minnowpaw and Civitpaw for a while. Any cat in the clan could tell the two were absolutely enamored by each other and she found it quite heartwarming. The two were constantly playfully romping around with one another, just as most apprentices do at that age. Autumnleaf expected to watch them becoming warriors together and then become mates and start a family of their own someday. Although they still were kits themselves so it might have been a bit early to be assuming that, but she had a strong feeling about it. The prospect of kits made her eyes switch over to the nursery, and a happy feeling bubbled inside her. It always was exciting when the clan was expecting new kits, and she herself loved watching the small balls of fur run around in their imaginative play. A motherly nature that if she had been many moons younger would be something she’d never have admitted. In her younger days Autumnleaf had been an ambitious warrior with skill to match and she hardly had time to slow down for anything. Even now she is still go-getting, but nowhere near the pace had she been at before. Before she was young warrior determined to raise above all the rest and live life to its fullest, and if that meant never finding a mate or having kits she didn’t care. As she grew older though she realized that life was about so many other things, and even then it took her moons to slow down enough to find a mate. Kits were another story though. As much as she like watching other cat’s kits she was certain now wasn’t the time for her to bear any no matter how much older she was than the current queens. One day though for sure she’d have kits with her mate, and then their family could grow.
Abandoning her musings the molly took her eyes away from the nursery and trotted her way up to the fresh kill pile. Sniffing around the pile for a few seconds the scooped up a mouse for herself then glanced around camp to see if Ridgestar had come out of his den yet. The two had always been an unlikely couple from the start because of how differently they were with how they approached things. She was straightforward and never let fear make her back down and he was hesitant and thought more about things rather than acted. They balanced each other out in a way; toning things down in all the right places. Ridgestar had been one of the seasoned apprentices already whilst Autumnleaf was in the nursery, and even as a kit she faintly didn’t understand why he was so cautious. When she was an apprentice she was reckless as ever, less so as a new warrior but still headstrong. It was only when she had begun to slow down her stride and look at the big picture that she figure out her interest in the tom. They started to gradually spend more and more time together until it just clicked between them. She really did adore him, even if he was always brooding over something. Successfully finding him starting his own meal the calico molly happily made her way towards him, settling herself down across from him. Affectionately she brushed her muzzle against his in greeting, “Good morning,” she purred, grooming out a bit of derby from his cheek left from his nest he must have over looked. He always seemed to be bothered by something when he forgot things like that, “Is something troubling you?” she questioned him, amber eyes flickering to meet with icy blue.

ｔａｇｓ；；

ridgestar.

ＳＭＡＬＬＦＬＡＲＥ

{ｔｏｍ- {--- { １９ｍｏｏｎｓ- { ｍａｔｅｌｅｓｓ

ｙｏｕａｒｅｆｏｏｌｉｓｈｔｏｊｕｄｇｅａｃａｔｂｙｔｈｅｉｒｐｅｌｔ

wip.

ｔａｇｓ；；

wip.

[indefinite,]

__Ｒｉｄｇｅｓｔａｒ.__

→ { ᴛᴏᴍ } . { 48 ᴍᴏᴏɴs } . { ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ } . { ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ }

ｄｅａｒ ｒｉｄｇｅｓｔａｒ,

ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｔｈｉｎｋ ａｎｄ ｊｕｓｔ ｊｕｍｐ．

ｆｒｏｍ,

ａｎｏｎｙｍｏｕｓ.

-----the grey and white tom looked up from where he was enjoying his breakfast, meeting the lovely gaze of his mate, autumnleaf. a rumbling purr sounded in his throat as she rubbed her muzzle against his and he licked her cheek in return. he forced a smile apon his face, and well, his eyes followed the lead. they shone like the sun that bounced off glaciers. "morning. how did you sleep?"
but ridgestar could see she wasnt following it. he'd figured he was doing a pretty good job, but well, autumnleaf knew him better than he knew himself. if anyone, she would be the one to notice it. she was a very good observer for someone who was also ambitious. or... maybe she just put two and two together when she saw that he'd yet to clean himsefl up from waking up up this dawn. he pulled his ears back, cheeks flushing, though it was hardly noticible under they grey on white. he put his eyes to the floor like an apprentice being scolded by her mentor, which was what he felt like doing when he caught a glimpse of civitpaw and minnowpaw, but he held his tongue. he also held very still as she plucked the piece of leaf bedding from his fur. he could see the look in her cedar brown eyes, the ones he had fallen for so many years ago. they were seeking understanding and well, ridgestar wasnt willing to give it up at the moment. as he opened his mouth to change the subject, she got to him first.
-----he knew he couldnt fool her. why even try? but he wasnt about to fess up everything, but he wasnt going to lie either. "just side tracked, i guess. timberclan and their little games have been rattling my mind since last nightfall. i can't seem to get much sleep." he kept his eyes locked, not allowing a bit of betrayal. they were his to use for hiding, not for her to use for finding. "don't worry though. the battles will soon be over and we'll triumph. theres a reason we came here to live in this gorge many seasons ago. this is our gorge. we belong here and timberclan belongs up there. thats how its always been and until the wars over, and we have beaten them, putting an end to their little plot, i'll get some sleep soon." so maybe he was a liar.

tags ;; autumnleaf.

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→ { sʜᴇ-ᴄᴀᴛ } . { 73 ᴍᴏᴏɴs } . { ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ } . { ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʟʏ }

ｄｅａｒ ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇｆｌｏｗｅｒ,

ｌｉｓｔｅｎ， ｙｏｕ ｄｏ ｉｎｄｅｅｄ ｍａｔｔｅｒ．

ｆｒｏｍ,

ａｎｏｎｙｍｏｕｓ.

-----before i would have wished for the lavish lifestyle of an elder. i mean, who wouldnt have? to not have to do duties so early in the morning, to so late? to have food hunted for you and be fed first for once. i never had to leave the comfort of my den, and if i ever did that was by my choice and my choice alone. i could bathe in the sun all day until it went to rest behind the hills, feeling the warmth seep through my skin and calm ever muscle in my body. i could share tongues with cats and be the one that stayed behind when they went off on a patrol or hunting. but that was just it. i was to stay behind. i'd forgotten everything i loved about my life, everything i had before i retired. i couldn't believe i'd forgotten what it was like to run freely through the forest, feeling the cool breeze on my face. i couldnt believe all those jokes me and the other warriors were making during patrols and all the fun times we had. heck, even border scurmishes were fun, the feeling of triumph afterwards when the opponent fled back to their own camp. and catching my own prey? i didnt like the killing part, but the fact that it put my mind to a challenge everything a little critter was speeding just whiskerlengths from my claws. to feel needed and useful, bringing back food for the queens to feed their kits or dropping a squirrel by for briarfall. i'd forgotten it all but oh it came back to me, sitting here in this isolated den, watching cats arise with the dawn to go out and do what they loved and what they got to do. while i was sitting here in this musty old den, unneeded and illuseful. i was no longer an important necessity for the clan except a cat to gather up dust where she sat. if there was one thing i forgot the most, it was the relief on the past elders faces when they finally did pass.
-----i rose from my paws, arching by back and stretching out my paws as far as they could go, that is until i heard a familiar pop and went back to my normal stance. from the glowing light just outside my den i could tell dawn had made her appearance and it was time for the day to begin. granted, it wasnt like i played any big part in the morning duties but it was nice to feel apart of the buisiness of the morning. i padded outside the den, taking a seat in the shade of my den. it was a bit chilly for an early morning, the frosted dew still on the rocks. down in the gorge, it wasnt bushes and trees that bordered our camps, no greenery was down by the water, but instead large boulders with crevices as dens and exits. i preferred it this way anyway; it felt safer. settling myself, i began to lap and smooth down my nappy pale ginger fur, ruffled from my sleep. after all, with having literally no importance left in the clan, all i had left was to make myself beautiful.

tags ;; nobody.

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→ { sʜᴇ-ᴄᴀᴛ } . { 8 ᴍᴏᴏɴs } . { ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ } . { ʙᴏᴜɴᴛɪғᴜʟ }

ｄｅａｒ ｍｉｎｎｏｗｐａｗ,

ｓｔｏｐ ｔｒｙｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｇｒｏｗ ｓｏ ｆａｓｔ．

ｆｒｏｍ,

ａｎｏｎｙｍｏｕｓ.

-----a sure fast feeling of triumph wavered through her pelt, flooding out into her eyes. they shimmered, just as brightly as she hoped her spirit would even as she grew into older seasons. attention was what she thrived on and well, right at the moment she was getting alot of it. her eyes wandered the camp, seeing many sets of eyes apon her. the ivy gaze of morningflower was who's she saw first, and a small crook of a smile just below the pools of green. autumnleaf's amber eyes, whom affection was lighly evident within them, and even her cousin ridgestar, however those were eyes she quickly ducked out of view from. the words of a mother were spelled out as clear as dawn in them, and even though minnowpaw had caught the message, she did not want to follow orders. why would she clean up herself now in the midst of all this attention? she had not had her fill yet. she didnt think she ever would.
-----minnowpaw grinned at the sight of civitpaw's expression and reaction. it had been more gleeful than what she had been expecting, but that was more than alright. she liked surprises. and change. she held perfectly still as the ashy grey tom settled a leafy plant through her fur and against her ear. she peered up, and though she couldnt see her full appearance she could see a small leaf dangling in front of her eyes. she beamed, settling her gaze on her denmate. "why thank you, noble civitstrike! but i think you're the one who needs to look more beautiful!" she pressed her paw into the dampest part of her fur she can find, the part with the most mud, and swatted him right on the forehead. mud slowly began to dribble down between his eyes and she laughed, falling back onto her rump.
-----a bramble brown tabby she-cat padded past the both of them in the midst of their giggles, frowning down in disguist at the sight of the minnowpaw in her current appearance. her shoulders stiffed and she surpressed a mewl of irritation. "civitpaw, don't encourage her. take her to the river to clean her up. its bad enough she's making the clearing filthy, we don't need you helping her."

tags ;; civitpaw.

[gone for good :)]

i know these two posts are basically at different times,but i thought instead of focusing both of my cats on monty it'd make more sense for one to be with another cat instead. :3
hope it's okay if i quote this

☾ＨＡＷＫＦＵＲ
life
tagged ;; moonshine
ｅｍｏｔｉｏｎｓ
ｈａｖｅ ｎｏ ｐａｒｔ ｉｎ ａ
ｗａｒｒｉｏｒ'ｓ ｌｉｆｅ

The burly tom awoke from his light sleep by the shufflings of his clanmates getting up and getting ready for the day. He relished in the blissfulness of his nest and the haziness of sleep,knowing he had to get up and start. Hawkfur let out a soft sigh as he picked himself up from his place and grumbled out of the den,not really caring if he stepped on a cat or disrupted anybody. He didn't have many friends in the clan,why would he care? His eyes were downcasted as he walked into the light of dawn,the light making him grumble even more. Light mumblings spewed from him,mostly small comments about how happy and joyful every cat was,as if they weren't aware of the dangers that could lurk in life beyond their pleasant little clan. Hawkfur was a realist,he wasn't one for false dreams or imagination,since it wasn't practical. How was one to be a great warrior if they were focused on mouse brained ideas of "love" and "adventure"?
The ways of being a warrior -atleast to Hawkfur,that is- is to be focused and willing to lay down one's life for another. Not about trying to find a mate or having kits,no,it was about protecting what was rightfully theirs. Ambition was a big part of his makeup, as he was always trying to perfect battle skills or trying to feed the clan. To be honest he really didn't believe in making friendships or trying to be the nicest cat he could. No,that was for somebody so utterly wrapped up in false notions of safety and happiness,when really there was none in the world. Ever since his brother died,he put away all emotion and basically left his heart with his apprenticeship. Time was not meant for that sort of thing,not when you have mouths to feed and cats to protect.
His pale green eyes surveyed the camp in front of him. Cats lazily ranking up their apprentices,idle chat,and cats going to and fro from the fresh kill pile. Patrols didn't seem to be set up yet,which Moonshine should have been doing by now. Glancing around,he finally spotted the black she-cat grooming herself. Rolling his eyes softly,he padded towards Moonshine,his eyes glazed and expressionless,though determination could be plucked from them. The tom sat down,his gaze turning from her around the clan as he spoke with a tone of courage and slight arrogance,"A border patrol I do believe would be best. I'd bring an extra cat or two since there might be some sightings and we wouldn't want to be caught unprepared." Finally his eyes turned back to her,his head tilting slightly. His eyes seem to hold an unspoken challenge,and even though she was the deputy and a far higher rank than he was,he wasn't about to let some she-cat make the clan come back with unnecessary bloodloss.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ＯＲＣＨＩＤＮＯＳＥ
life
tagged ;; monty
ｔｈｅｋｅｙ
ｔｏ ｌｉｆｅ ｉｓｌｉｖｉｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ
ｈａｐｐｉｎｅｓｓ

Deep sleep was lightly rustled by a soft,fuzzy feeling that spread throughout the little she-cat's body,due to the disruption from her mate. One cyan blue eye opened,blinking sleepily to adjust to the light of a new day. She watched as the black and white tom ducked out of the den,promptly hitting his head on the top of the den like always. A light murrow of laughter quietly erupted from her throat,happiness bursting through her. Orchidnose was so smitten with that tom,since he was so rambunctious and goofy which made him so utterly adorable to her. They were opposites in most aspects,especially personality wise,due to the fact she was soft spoken and motherly,while he was outgoing and oh-so-bubbly. They had been friends since kithood,and because of that soon became mates and everybody could basically tell they were meant to be together. When they found out she was pregnant with his kits,it just added onto the blessing.
Orchidnose looked up from her curled up position and saw that Rosepad's nest was empty. It was quite heartbreaking knowing that she was all alone with kits on the way,so the younger she-cat tried to make her happy as much as she could. The little things,like good morning chats,making sure she had enough to eat,and always trying to boost her spirits. Rosepad still seemed so unresponsive and depressed,which stressed Orchidnose just because she was the type who wanted everyone happy. These thoughts overwhelmed her,so she focused on the task ahead. Glancing around the empty den,the she-cat decided it would be better to start the day instead of going back to sleep,because she knew she'd be gone for a while if she did indeed go back to sleep. She rose on sleep ridden paws and shook out her long,soft calico fur. Her wide blue eyes finally adjusted,and she started out of the den.
The first thing she saw when she stepped out of the den was the rear of her mate,his head in the apprentice's den. Her gaze turned from her busy mate to Rosepad,who was busy discussing herbs with Briarfall,an air of loneliness fogging around her. Before she could continue the thought though,she saw a tom race into the camp and stop at the fresh kill pile, picking around at the prey. "Thief! That's ours,not yours! Put that back!" she called over,even if it was a little cautious,staying at her point in case the cat was dangerous. The tom was most definitly a loner,as he didn't smell familar. He was skinny,skinnier than the clan in winter when the prey stopped running. Her neck fur bristled softly,her tail lashing. She bared her teeth,her ears going against the soft tan fur of her head. Deciding against the danger,she stalked closer,knowing she'd regret it later. This was her clan though,even if she were a queen,she needed to protect it. Orchidnose knew she wasn't the biggest cat or the most dangerous opponent,but nothing could stop her. Looking at that skinny tom made a flash of pity go through her,even though he was an enemy,but it was still so sad to see a cat in such a condition. Really? These kits must be making me lose my head! she thought suddenly.

[carrie dee.]

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ＭＡＲＣＨ ＯＮ, ＳＯＬＤＩＥＲ, ＯＮＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＢＡＴＴＬＥＦＩＥＬＤ.

x. skycloud

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ＮＯＴＨＩＮＧ ＩＳ ＥＶＥＲ ＳＥＴ ＩＮ ＳＴＯＮＥ.

x. nobody

---------wip

[indefinite,]

{{ please guys, lets not let this die! }}

[moon.]

ℂɪᴠᴇᴛᴘᴀᴡ
There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
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Civetpaw chuckles, the mud splattering his downy pelt hardly even phasing him. He bounces up and swats a slimy paw on her back, sending a spray of mud all over the ground. Although it makes Civetpaw roll back in laughter, the warriors don't find it as funny as the two troublemakers of the Clan do. The young apprentice pulls his ears back the moment that he hears pawsteps approaching. He hardly even hears the words spoken to him - the tone in which he picks up is enough to tell him he is in trouble. "Yes ma'am, I'll take her right to the river." He murmurs in a slight voice, making a point to lash his tail in "embarrassment", when really it was pure humor, for he had only whipped more mud across the ground.
Once the disgruntled warrior had moved out of hearing range, Civetpaw dances about Minnowpaw like a kit. C'mon, we should get on our way. He purrs, nudging the apprentice beside him. As they turn to walk out of camp, the little grey cat looks over at his friend. We can play a game in the river! He mewls in that signature raspy voice of his. Civetpaw is commonly known for the adorable sound that comes from his maw. His tongue has more of a crackly sound to it, making him seem just a bit rough past all of that downy fur. Like water tag or something. He says, thinking back to all of the games he and Minnowpaw had mustered up beside that river. Their little games, stupid things that had, in all reality, led to their closeness today. Ever since his mother died, Civetpaw really leaned on Minnowpaw for comfort. She brought him back to his playful self that could make up all of these crazy games, ones were they pretended to be badgers or two legs, or where they would hunt each other in the depths of the river. Fun memories - happy memories, things that he didn't get much of without Minnowpaw. And so, as they walk out of camp and towards the river, fur brushing ever so slightly, Civetpaw can't help but resist that purr that builds in his chest, that rumbly, raspy purr of his.

ᴛᴀɢs :: minnowpaw

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Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

ℬʀɪᴀʀғᴀʟʟ
We'll do it all, everything, on our own.
• • • • • • •

Hah, does Briarfall know that feeling. The feeling of just wanting to vomit, to die, to curl up in a ball and not talk again. She can recall those days as clearly as she could recall the moment before this. The story of how she became to be the cat she is is a bit jumbled, a bit confused, and much broken. Just as she was leaning towards the peak of her life - a young, happy medicine cat with great family and a loving mentor - her mother died. Body racked in trauma as she hunched over, fur standing on end. That was how she behaved for moons straight. She hardly moved, didn't speak, and even once got terribly sick. So sick that she was thought of as dead. But, oh, her mentor never gave up on her. He kindled the light that she still had, honoring her even though she had lost her only parent. Over many seasons and moons after that, Briarpaw could behave normally again. She was back to her duties, carrying out everything as normal, even impressing her mentor to the point in which he gave her her full medicine cat name, Briarfall. She was, though, never the same after that day. Her heart had shattered in places unreachable, opened up cracks and crevices that had always had the potential to show.
But this isn't about her, now, this is about the queen before her, the life that she kindles. "Oh dear, I do know how you feel." Briarfall looks to the sky, and the position of the sun almost makes her sick. She is very off schedule. Every cat in the clan knows that this medicine cat follows a strict daily routine, and when she breaks it, she becomes highly stressed. Though she had caused this delay today, she can't help but feeling a bit anxious. She must get out of camp, and soon. "I'm so sorry, I'm way off track today. I must get to gathering herbs now. If you need some fresh air, you can come along, if not, I don't mind at all. The camp is probably the best place for you to stay, now that I think about it. In all honesty, Briarfall enjoys her lonely walks through the woods, gathering herbs by herself. Sometimes it is therapeutic to be alone with the birds and the trees, and the stars smiling silently down on her.

ᴛᴀɢs :: rosepad

• • • • • • •
We don't need anything, or anyone.

[eiznek]

{{ please guys, lets not let this die! }}

deff's right- be loyal members and post! timberclan is up and starting, we're just in need of more members. pm me if you wish to reserve a rank. until then, we will be holding a border scrimish once i get all of the members i need to start timberclan.

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name; troutclaw.
rank; elder.
age; seventyfour.
gender; tom
love interest; morningflower.
relationship status; taken^
kin; none.
other information; none.

the form © otter.
image © rightful owner.

[indefinite,]

__Ｒｉｄｇｅｓｔａｒ.__

→ { ᴛᴏᴍ } . { 48 ᴍᴏᴏɴs } . { ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ } . { ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ }

ｄｅａｒ ｒｉｄｇｅｓｔａｒ,

ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｔｈｉｎｋ ａｎｄ ｊｕｓｔ ｊｕｍｐ．

ｆｒｏｍ,

ａｎｏｎｙｍｏｕｓ.

-----the grey and white tom looked up from where he was enjoying his breakfast, meeting the lovely gaze of his mate, autumnleaf. a rumbling purr sounded in his throat as she rubbed her muzzle against his and he licked her cheek in return. he forced a smile apon his face, and well, his eyes followed the lead. they shone like the sun that bounced off glaciers. "morning. how did you sleep?"
but ridgestar could see she wasnt following it. he'd figured he was doing a pretty good job, but well, autumnleaf knew him better than he knew himself. if anyone, she would be the one to notice it. she was a very good observer for someone who was also ambitious. or... maybe she just put two and two together when she saw that he'd yet to clean himsefl up from waking up up this dawn. he pulled his ears back, cheeks flushing, though it was hardly noticible under they grey on white. he put his eyes to the floor like an apprentice being scolded by her mentor, which was what he felt like doing when he caught a glimpse of civitpaw and minnowpaw, but he held his tongue. he also held very still as she plucked the piece of leaf bedding from his fur. he could see the look in her cedar brown eyes, the ones he had fallen for so many years ago. they were seeking understanding and well, ridgestar wasnt willing to give it up at the moment. as he opened his mouth to change the subject, she got to him first.
-----he knew he couldnt fool her. why even try? but he wasnt about to fess up everything, but he wasnt going to lie either. "just side tracked, i guess. timberclan and their little games have been rattling my mind since last nightfall. i can't seem to get much sleep." he kept his eyes locked, not allowing a bit of betrayal. they were his to use for hiding, not for her to use for finding. "don't worry though. the battles will soon be over and we'll triumph. theres a reason we came here to live in this gorge many seasons ago. this is our gorge. we belong here and timberclan belongs up there. thats how its always been and until the wars over, and we have beaten them, putting an end to their little plot, i'll get some sleep soon." so maybe he was a liar.

tags ;; autumnleaf.

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→ { sʜᴇ-ᴄᴀᴛ } . { 73 ᴍᴏᴏɴs } . { ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ } . { ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʟʏ }

ｄｅａｒ ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇｆｌｏｗｅｒ,

ｌｉｓｔｅｎ， ｙｏｕ ｄｏ ｉｎｄｅｅｄ ｍａｔｔｅｒ．

ｆｒｏｍ,

ａｎｏｎｙｍｏｕｓ.

-----before i would have wished for the lavish lifestyle of an elder. i mean, who wouldnt have? to not have to do duties so early in the morning, to so late? to have food hunted for you and be fed first for once. i never had to leave the comfort of my den, and if i ever did that was by my choice and my choice alone. i could bathe in the sun all day until it went to rest behind the hills, feeling the warmth seep through my skin and calm ever muscle in my body. i could share tongues with cats and be the one that stayed behind when they went off on a patrol or hunting. but that was just it. i was to stay behind. i'd forgotten everything i loved about my life, everything i had before i retired. i couldn't believe i'd forgotten what it was like to run freely through the forest, feeling the cool breeze on my face. i couldnt believe all those jokes me and the other warriors were making during patrols and all the fun times we had. heck, even border scurmishes were fun, the feeling of triumph afterwards when the opponent fled back to their own camp. and catching my own prey? i didnt like the killing part, but the fact that it put my mind to a challenge everything a little critter was speeding just whiskerlengths from my claws. to feel needed and useful, bringing back food for the queens to feed their kits or dropping a squirrel by for briarfall. i'd forgotten it all but oh it came back to me, sitting here in this isolated den, watching cats arise with the dawn to go out and do what they loved and what they got to do. while i was sitting here in this musty old den, unneeded and illuseful. i was no longer an important necessity for the clan except a cat to gather up dust where she sat. if there was one thing i forgot the most, it was the relief on the past elders faces when they finally did pass.
-----i rose from my paws, arching by back and stretching out my paws as far as they could go, that is until i heard a familiar pop and went back to my normal stance. from the glowing light just outside my den i could tell dawn had made her appearance and it was time for the day to begin. granted, it wasnt like i played any big part in the morning duties but it was nice to feel apart of the buisiness of the morning. i padded outside the den, taking a seat in the shade of my den. it was a bit chilly for an early morning, the frosted dew still on the rocks. down in the gorge, it wasnt bushes and trees that bordered our camps, no greenery was down by the water, but instead large boulders with crevices as dens and exits. i preferred it this way anyway; it felt safer. settling myself, i began to lap and smooth down my nappy pale ginger fur, ruffled from my sleep. after all, with having literally no importance left in the clan, all i had left was to make myself beautiful.

tags ;; nobody.

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→ { sʜᴇ-ᴄᴀᴛ } . { 8 ᴍᴏᴏɴs } . { ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ } . { ʙᴏᴜɴᴛɪғᴜʟ }

ｄｅａｒ ｍｉｎｎｏｗｐａｗ,

ｓｔｏｐ ｔｒｙｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｇｒｏｗ ｓｏ ｆａｓｔ．

ｆｒｏｍ,

ａｎｏｎｙｍｏｕｓ.

-----wip.

tags ;; civitpaw.

[my little bird]

ＡＵＴＵＭＮＬＥＡＦ

{ｓｈｅｃａｔ- {--- { ３７ｍｏｏｎｓ- { ｍａｔｅｓｗｉｔｈｒｉｄｇｅｓｔａｒ

ｓｎａｔｃｈｏｐｐｏｒｔｕｎｉｔｙｂｙｉｔｓｔａｉｌ

wip.

ｔａｇｓ；；

ridgestar.

ＳＭＡＬＬＦＬＡＲＥ

{ｔｏｍ- {--- { １９ｍｏｏｎｓ- { ｍａｔｅｌｅｓｓ

ｙｏｕａｒｅｆｏｏｌｉｓｈｔｏｊｕｄｇｅａｃａｔｂｙｔｈｅｉｒｐｅｌｔ

wip.

ｔａｇｓ；；

wip.

ＯＬＩＶＥＳＴＡＲＥ

{ｓｈｅｃａｔ- {ｆｒｉｅｎｄｌｙ／ｓｕｒｐｒｉｓｅｄ- { ２４ｍｏｏｎｓ- { ｍａｔｅｌｅｓｓ

ｄｒｅａｍｓａｒｅｗｈａｔｓｔａｒｔｒｅａｌｉｔｙ

Taking only a few paws steps away from the fresh kill pile the white molly settled down into a comfortable area to wait on the patrol announcements. Sitting down she curled her smooth tail across her paws and softly to herself she hummed to pass the time. Moonshine was always diligent about assigning patrols; however since Olivestare was forever enthusiastic about getting out of camp to help more and more it never seemed to be announced early enough. Such enthusiasm often resulted in impatience, which was not a favorable attribute to most. Her paws soon began to shuffle from unease and to take her mind off the wait she glanced at the apprentices starting to emerge from their own den and reuniting with their mentors. A faint pang of envy twanged in the she cat for she had yet to receive an apprentice, Moonshine was at least three moons younger than her and she had her own apprentice. She did remind herself that was partly because the black clad she cat was already deputy and she had the skill to handle an apprentice. She herself hoped that at one point she'd too be given the honor of training an apprentice, but for now she would have to settle with waiting. In that time of waiting though she'd become the best warrior she could, and that way her goal could be met. Olivestare certainly understood the responsibility of teaching such a young mind ready to learn and so she knew she was far from her best potential. It would only be then that she would pass on her knowledge, so her only choice was to wait and improve. Her own mentor had been a senior warrior, one that was bursting with information for his pupil, and the once apprenticed she cat had benefited in the grandest of ways from it. So perhaps, even if she wasn't as ready as her fellow clan mates, when she was she might even be wiser than them. That was only one of many dreams of hers though, a dream she could not wait to fulfill.
After a while Olivestare mulled around in her mind, not paying much attention to what was happening now. Daydreaming was an effective method of hers to pass the time when nothing else could, and frankly she enjoyed it quite thoroughly. It was only the voice of a certain black and white tom that brought her out of her musings, causing her ears to flicker in search of the noise. Warblerfrost initially startled her a bit but once she focused clearly she adjusted to the other’s presence rather well. Her fellow clan mate was mostly known for, well, trifling around with any molly he could lay his eyes on, but that didn’t truly make him a bad person. Personally she found it quite amusing to watch him try and woo females to the point of giggling fits. She’d come to expect it from him and it really didn’t bother her to be honest. That was just how he was and it was always an entertaining trait. The dappled cat moved her eyes over to him and gave a soft flick of the tail in greeting, “Oh hello Warblerfrost. I suppose I’m waiting for the patrols to be said, I’m eager to get out of camp again.” She mewed in reply, silently enjoying the tom’s distinct speech pattern. She found it endearing and it was how she identified him more than anything. She was going to ask the tom a question but she suddenly felt what she believed to be fur brush past her swiftly. Out of surprise she jumped up to her paws and looked around puzzled, at first not seeing anything. It was only when her green irises flickered over to the fresh kill pile that she saw the poor thing that bolted past her. It looked like a loner, and one that wasn’t doing well at all. She could easily count the ribs that jutted out of his skinny frame and she honestly felt bad for the starving cat, “Dear Starclan!” she exclaimed under her breath, but was hesitant to attack the intruder. What much could he do? He was practically at deaths door.

ｔａｇｓ；；

warblerfrost, monty.

[gone for good :)]

i know these two posts are basically at different times,but i thought instead of focusing both of my cats on monty it'd make more sense for one to be with another cat instead. :3
hope it's okay if i quote this

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life
tagged ;; moonshine
ｅｍｏｔｉｏｎｓ
ｈａｖｅ ｎｏ ｐａｒｔ ｉｎ ａ
ｗａｒｒｉｏｒ'ｓ ｌｉｆｅ

The burly tom awoke from his light sleep by the shufflings of his clanmates getting up and getting ready for the day. He relished in the blissfulness of his nest and the haziness of sleep,knowing he had to get up and start. Hawkfur let out a soft sigh as he picked himself up from his place and grumbled out of the den,not really caring if he stepped on a cat or disrupted anybody. He didn't have many friends in the clan,why would he care? His eyes were downcasted as he walked into the light of dawn,the light making him grumble even more. Light mumblings spewed from him,mostly small comments about how happy and joyful every cat was,as if they weren't aware of the dangers that could lurk in life beyond their pleasant little clan. Hawkfur was a realist,he wasn't one for false dreams or imagination,since it wasn't practical. How was one to be a great warrior if they were focused on mouse brained ideas of "love" and "adventure"?
The ways of being a warrior -atleast to Hawkfur,that is- is to be focused and willing to lay down one's life for another. Not about trying to find a mate or having kits,no,it was about protecting what was rightfully theirs. Ambition was a big part of his makeup, as he was always trying to perfect battle skills or trying to feed the clan. To be honest he really didn't believe in making friendships or trying to be the nicest cat he could. No,that was for somebody so utterly wrapped up in false notions of safety and happiness,when really there was none in the world. Ever since his brother died,he put away all emotion and basically left his heart with his apprenticeship. Time was not meant for that sort of thing,not when you have mouths to feed and cats to protect.
His pale green eyes surveyed the camp in front of him. Cats lazily ranking up their apprentices,idle chat,and cats going to and fro from the fresh kill pile. Patrols didn't seem to be set up yet,which Moonshine should have been doing by now. Glancing around,he finally spotted the black she-cat grooming herself. Rolling his eyes softly,he padded towards Moonshine,his eyes glazed and expressionless,though determination could be plucked from them. The tom sat down,his gaze turning from her around the clan as he spoke with a tone of courage and slight arrogance,"A border patrol I do believe would be best. I'd bring an extra cat or two since there might be some sightings and we wouldn't want to be caught unprepared." Finally his eyes turned back to her,his head tilting slightly. His eyes seem to hold an unspoken challenge,and even though she was the deputy and a far higher rank than he was,he wasn't about to let some she-cat make the clan come back with unnecessary bloodloss.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ＯＲＣＨＩＤＮＯＳＥ
life
tagged ;; monty
ｔｈｅｋｅｙ
ｔｏ ｌｉｆｅ ｉｓｌｉｖｉｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ
ｈａｐｐｉｎｅｓｓ

Deep sleep was lightly rustled by a soft,fuzzy feeling that spread throughout the little she-cat's body,due to the disruption from her mate. One cyan blue eye opened,blinking sleepily to adjust to the light of a new day. She watched as the black and white tom ducked out of the den,promptly hitting his head on the top of the den like always. A light murrow of laughter quietly erupted from her throat,happiness bursting through her. Orchidnose was so smitten with that tom,since he was so rambunctious and goofy which made him so utterly adorable to her. They were opposites in most aspects,especially personality wise,due to the fact she was soft spoken and motherly,while he was outgoing and oh-so-bubbly. They had been friends since kithood,and because of that soon became mates and everybody could basically tell they were meant to be together. When they found out she was pregnant with his kits,it just added onto the blessing.
Orchidnose looked up from her curled up position and saw that Rosepad's nest was empty. It was quite heartbreaking knowing that she was all alone with kits on the way,so the younger she-cat tried to make her happy as much as she could. The little things,like good morning chats,making sure she had enough to eat,and always trying to boost her spirits. Rosepad still seemed so unresponsive and depressed,which stressed Orchidnose just because she was the type who wanted everyone happy. These thoughts overwhelmed her,so she focused on the task ahead. Glancing around the empty den,the she-cat decided it would be better to start the day instead of going back to sleep,because she knew she'd be gone for a while if she did indeed go back to sleep. She rose on sleep ridden paws and shook out her long,soft calico fur. Her wide blue eyes finally adjusted,and she started out of the den.
The first thing she saw when she stepped out of the den was the rear of her mate,his head in the apprentice's den. Her gaze turned from her busy mate to Rosepad,who was busy discussing herbs with Briarfall,an air of loneliness fogging around her. Before she could continue the thought though,she saw a tom race into the camp and stop at the fresh kill pile, picking around at the prey. "Thief! That's ours,not yours! Put that back!" she called over,even if it was a little cautious,staying at her point in case the cat was dangerous. The tom was most definitly a loner,as he didn't smell familar. He was skinny,skinnier than the clan in winter when the prey stopped running. Her neck fur bristled softly,her tail lashing. She bared her teeth,her ears going against the soft tan fur of her head. Deciding against the danger,she stalked closer,knowing she'd regret it later. This was her clan though,even if she were a queen,she needed to protect it. Orchidnose knew she wasn't the biggest cat or the most dangerous opponent,but nothing could stop her. Looking at that skinny tom made a flash of pity go through her,even though he was an enemy,but it was still so sad to see a cat in such a condition. Really? These kits must be making me lose my head! she thought suddenly.