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[darĸнowl]

Hey guys, asking for your opinion here.. Should we start the roleplay without all the being filled?

Cheers (: }

(I think we should: I've learnt from experience that waiting too long results in people loosing interest.)

{{ I agree with Keriae. That always seems to happen when people insist on waiting and waiting. }}

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>> Hmm.. Yeah, and more people may start to join if the roleplay has started. Okay then we will start now }

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»The sound of early birds awoke Timberfur from his dreamless sleep, and he padded, slowly, out of the warrior's den and into the clearing of the camp, breathing in the cool, crisp morning air. His stomach growled in hunger as he stretched his back legs while flexing his front claws. Shaking out his fur, he bounced lightly over to what was left of the fresh-kill from the day before, and picked out a plumb, dusty mouse and carried it over to a pile of pine needles that were scattered over the dry ground, before settling down to eat. He soon finished the small mouse in a few famishing bites before he started grooming his fur as it was still sticking up from when he had slept. He gave his chest a good few licks and waited for some more cats to awaken before he sent them out on a hunting patrol. Timberfur looked up at the lightening sky and rolled over onto his back so the breeze that was flowing through the camp would ruffle his belly fur and cool him down from hot night that had just passed. A bird tweeted a few notes just outside the camp and the young deputy was so tempted to track it down and kill it for disturbing his peace and quiet, but, once it stopped singing, he decided to stay where he was.

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The tabby sat stock still outside camp. Under his four massive paws and rump was a large, flat stone that was warming slowly in the light of the sun. His tail was curled around his paws and the charcoal tip twitched back and forth as he kept his golden optics on the treeline. That mousebrain, Timberfur, hadn't thought to set a guard during the night. He must think that no one would dare to attack us. The warrior thought with a sneer, and snorted in disgust. An attack could come from any direction at any time. A warrior must always be ready for an attack, or he and his clanmates could face the consequences. True, they had not had any attacks recently, but he would always be prepared. Fate does not suffer fools.

Eaglestrike had sat here, just outside of camp, since sundown the day before. He had sat throughout the night, pleasantly warm, watching the trees for any cat, fox, or badger that dared to come near. But StarClan had granted him a peaceful night and nothing had happened. Although, the warrior was itching for a fight. Just to curl his claws into soft flesh, to create wounds in the defence of his Clan. To taste blood of his tongue and invoke fear with his growls. With the sun rising, it was high time that he returned to his nest (or perhaps a quiet spot in camp) and caught up with his sleep. Getting to his paws, Eaglestrike slid surprisingly gracefully from the rock and stalked through the camp entrance.

As he entered the camp, he first saw the Clan's beloved deputy. Changing his direction, the tabby padded over and inclined his head slightly. "You didn't set a guard last night, so I did it for you and appointed myself," he rumbled, looking down at the younger tom on the floor, "because of this, I need sleep. If you're going out with Pinepaw, take Meadowpaw with you; it'll be a nice change for her to learn from another warrior." Eaglestrike had no problem in ordering around the younger tom at all; he was older, with more experience.

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Moonshine

Moonshine awoke from a restless sleep, filled with the sounds of screaming cats. She shook her head. Curse those dreams! she thought, her mind traveling with her out into the open morning air. Carefully, ensuring not to wake any cats, she stole out of the den, twisting her lithe body to avoid a pebble that would make a racket. She was surprised no one had slept on it. The scent of morning hit her full in the face, and she parted her jaws to taste the morning air. Bird song filled her pale ears and she turned, her eyes flicking over the camp. The first thing she saw was Timberfur, the deputy, and Eaglestrike. As always, Eaglestrike was being, well, difficult. She twitched her whiskers in amusement before daintily padding over to the pair of toms. Her clear blue eyes sparkling with the need to laugh. Not knowing what she found so humorous, Moonshine, after reaching them, simply lowered her haunches to the ground, her clear eyes still glittering with amusement. Carefully she wrapped her tail around her paws, the tip twitching. Speaking no words, Moonshine simply watched them.

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»The young tomcat flicked his tail as he heard the rustling of leaves at the camp entrance and the scent of Eaglestrike hit Timberfur's nose like the stink of the Thunderpath. The two tomcats had been rivals ever since they were apprentices and they were constantly trying to find ways of showing each other up. Timberfur put in little effort as he sat up on his haunches at stared up at the tomcat as he approached, and narrowed his eyes as his rival spoke to him in an almost sarcastic tone. "I told Moonshine to guard the camp last night so if you want to have a word with someone about it then talk to her." His whiskers twitched as he spoke coolly to the tomcat standing in front of him and then the scent of Moonshine hit him, making his tail flicking anger as he strolled over to her, eyes flaring. "Moonshine! Why was you not guarding the camp last night like I asked? I told you while we was on the dawn patrol that you was to guard the camp. Did you forget?" He added the last question a bit softer than she has lost a closer friend in the rock-slide at their old camp.

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The young she-cat lets out a frightful yowl as she slams in to the side of the warriors den, her head pulsed with pain as she lifted her self from her resting place and blinked away the sleep from her stormy grey eyes, she could feel her heart thumping against her rib cage as she sat there on her cold bed of moss, she had rolled out of it in the night and it had become cold as a result. She tries to listed to the noises out side but all she could hear was the fast pounding of her terrified heart, she sighs sadly as she shakes her head to clear it of the images she had just dreamed of, she lifts one of her coal black paws to her face and picks it before dragging it over her ears and face for her morning wash. Once finished washing which only took her a minuet of two she started to head out of the den to be by her self like always, but as she fusses over her thoughts she becomes oblivious to the out side world and slams straight in to the deputy!

With a hiss and a spit she pulls her self to her paws and whips round to see who she had knocked in to her fur starts to relax as she realizes it wasn't her farther's mate after all, she huffs crossly before flicking her tail and bounding off to get some fresh-kill. She picks out a small mouse and walks to a small pine tree that was in the camp, as she sits down she drops the scrawny mouse by her paws and yet again lets out a small yet shallow sigh, she starts to munch on the ball of grey fur as she watches the other cats in the clan, nobody ever talked to her nor looked at her some disliked her because of her mother and others her father but LarkSong didn't really get why; was having a kittypet mother and a rouge farther really that bad?

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The black-and-white apprentice was sitting at the entrance to the den, his green eyes searching for his mentor among the throngs of cats who were now out in the clearing. Pinepaw himself had been unable to sleep well last night, but then, he was a warrior - nightmares were probably common, he told himself frequently. Besides, life as an apprentice was worth it. They'd be going out to hunt, and maybe they'd be able to train with the other apprentices, too -- battle training had always been the most exciting endeavour for any young cat, at least in Pinepaw's mind. So he pushed his brother out of his head and kept looking around the camp for his mentor, his sleek, soft fur bushed up from the early-morning chill.
Spotting his mentor, Pinepaw started forward out of the apprentices' den - then stopped just as suddenly. Timberfur seemed to be face-to-face with Eaglestrike, who appeared to be reprimanding him or something. Pinepaw dug his claws into the ground in a momentary flash of frustration; this was not the first time this had happened, and nor would it be the last. Eaglestrike seemed to act like he was deputy often, and Pinepaw wondered how Timberfur felt about this. He waited for Timberfur to reply, his mind touching on the one good point; hopefully, Timberfur would agree to take Meadowpaw out with them. Pinepaw loved training with others, mostly because he could then make jokes about his lopsided hunting crouch without Timberfur being the only audience. Pinepaw was the fun-loving jokester; he was witty and decisive about his humour. which he saw as one of his greatest weapons.
He watched as Timberfur coolly shot back to the older warrior, and twitched his whiskers, pleased.

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Nightheart exited the warriors' den, her pelt prickling self-consciously; she hadn't meant to sleep in so late. Shrugging, the black-pelted she-cat, shaking her fur, wandered over towards the center of the camp, then stopped suddenly; Eaglestrike and Timberfur were standing face-to-face, and Eaglestrike appeared to be calling the shots in their argument, or whatever it was. Nightheart tipped her head to the side, then noticed Moonshine sitting on the sidelines, so to speak, and padded over to her. "What's going on?" Nightheart murmured, flicking her tail at the two toms. Another thought crossed her mind: "Has Timberfur organized patrols yet?" Nightheart hoped to StarClan she hadn't overslept that much; she desperately wanted to get out of camp this morning, and she didn't want it to be just for hunting. She'd hunted all day yesterday, till her paws were sore and she'd brought back many bits of fresh-kill... today, however, Nightheart was hoping for a border patrol. They were more relaxing than hunting patrols, where every pawstep had to be carefully controlled, smooth, and silent; rather, a border patrol was, to Nightheart, just a casual walk outside the camp, through the territory. Briarfern, the she-cat who had led her to the camp, would have told her that on a border patrol, a cat has to be alert and cautious at all times.
Nightheart sighed; she missed Briarfern, a bit. The warrior had led Nightheart, who had then been Night, a kittypet, through the forest to the camp after noticing how much she detested living with her kittypet family. Briarfern had been something of a mother to Nightpaw; however, she'd left the Clan after her "treachery" had been discovered: Briarfern had fallen in love with a kittypet, and had his kits, Pinekit and Graykit. That had been why she was in Twolegplace all along. Apparently, she'd left to go find the kittypet; however, Nightheart knew that there'd also been the issue of her no longer fitting into the Clan, as well.
Nightheart twitched her ears and stopped daydreaming abruptly, focusing back on Moonshine, then flinching as Timberfur turned on the she-cat.

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Blinking in alarm Moonshine glared at Timberfur, then spoke for the first time that morning. "Timberfur, I believe you are mistaken, you did not ask this of me." Her tone was cool, levelled even, but inside her heart was pounding with a fury that raced through her veins. She could see her deputies rage, and the tip of her tail began to flick, slapping against the dusty camp ground and causing a small layer of dust to rise up and coat her paws and tail. "You should know that if I was given something to do, especially as important as guarding the camp, I will do it. The Clan is my heart and soul." Taking a few deep breaths, she calmed herself, though her clear blue eyes remained narrowed in slits. Her claws peeped out from her fur, and dug into the soft, dry ground.

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>> shoot, I was editing the apprentice thing out but got distracted for a minute >.< i'll change that before my next post. }

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{mmkay, that's fine.}