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𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻
|| molly || 32 moons || priestess of Horus|| tags; Stormhaze || mentions; || Quietrain, Reeddapple

The sounds of heavy footsteps awoke Rosewater from her peaceful trance, ears swiveling quickly towards the sound. She gracefully stood, head high and body turning to the source. While she was well aware that Stormhaze would no doubt have ruined the cobwebs so carefully placed upon his back, she most definitely didn't expect to see them in complete and utter shambles. Her face contorted into a scowl as she strode over to the young tom, amber eyes narrowing. Her gaze softened slightly, though, when she sent a glance to the side and saw Quietrain's amused expression. It didn't stop her from rolling her eyes before stopping beside the tom, gaze hardened once more.

"One afternoon. We left you alone for one afternoon." she huffed, gently pulling off the remains of the old webs. While she most definitely wasn't happy, she still did her job with her patient's comfort in mind. Rosewater made quick work of her task, demanding him to stay as she briskly grabbed some cobwebs from the herb store. Squeezing back out past Reeddapple (for once, her small size had a use), the molly hastily replaced the webs, making sure they were quite a bit tighter than before. Sighing, she asked, her tone more gentle and kind as usual, "Do you feel any sort of pain? Best if you let us know now before an infection begins. Even the hardest cats can be brought to their knees by it."


𝔉𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡
|| molly || 17 moons || guard || tags; Kindleflame || mentions; Stormhaze ||

Feeling her eyes roll, Fallencloud let out an amused huff. Kindleflame truly was flirty. She could hardly tell if he was being genuine anymore. Giving a quick scan, she turned her attention to the tom beside her "Oh, hush; you will definitely find someone who's heart lays with you. Simply because you are flirty doesn't mean you aren't loyal. You've made it this far as a guard, that must mean something. Someone's mind continues to float in your direction, that's for sure. Don't let your hopes die off." With her small, hopefully uplifting rant finished, the white molly focused once more on the new cats that scattered into camp.

Tables were being set into place for dinner, and patrols were returning. Her bright amber gaze lingered on Stormhaze as he swiftly made his way into camp. His bandages were a mess, and no doubt would he receive quite the scolding for doing so. She had to tear her eyes away, pelt heating; perhaps, she had let her stare linger for too long. She made more of the new cats returning, eyes flickering over to the temple entrance every once in a while. She was starting to feel the exhaustion settle into her bones and muscles. Staying up for so long the previous night had been an awful idea.



ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔤
|| tom || 26 moons || fighter || tags; Gleamingheart || mentions; none ||

Giving a curt nod, Coldfang looked upward, eyes squinting at the blazing sun that was most certainly sinking farther down the sky. Dinner would be served soon, and no one was going to be happy that they hadn't caught as much as expected. Hopefully, the other patrols had caught smaller prey, or else the Scouts and scribes wouldn't eat as much as usual. "Agreed; we better scurry on back. It's nearly time for dinner." Scooping up the young hare, the Siamese led the way to camp, unable to continue his string of small talk due to the fur in his mouth. Upon returning, he made a beeline for the cellar, jaw sore from holding the weight of his catch for so long. He felt jittery, blue eyes scanning the area for anything he could do to help out in any way.



𝓢𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓹𝓪𝔀
|| molly || 10 moons || scout apprentice || tags; none || mentions; Fadedlotus ||

Sagepaw felt like her curiosity peak on the walk back to camp. She had done what was asked of her in silence, mind pre-occupied in thought. No particular thoughts; just simple strands floating about, not quite taking root, only allowing her to take a glimpse. Her mind was at an empty peace, lost in time. So lost, she hadn't even noticed when her surroundings had changed to that of the camp entrance, the trial in such an annual thing it had been a blur. It really was late out, for tables were being taken out. The smack into reality caused herself to focus suddenly. Unaware of what to now do, she felt the panic rise and let her eyes wander around for any directions.




𝔐𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔭𝔞𝔴
|| tom || 13 moons || scribe apprentice || tags; Badgerpaw || mentions; n/a ||

Looking around, Mothpaw kept his focus, for once, dividing it every once in a while to cast a friendly smile or respectful bow to passersby. He had been sent out to ask about anything that needed to be recorded for any upcoming events. With all that had happened, certainly something would be happening. But, in order to ask, he needed to find a cat who he could speak to, and pass the question down the line. Hazel eyes gleaming, his gaze landed upon an unsuspecting Badgerpaw. Mothpaw saw the young tom as a friend (even if Badgerpaw thought otherwise), for the two had grown up in the same den together as kits, and they had been playmates. With a skip in his step, the tabby came up beside the black-and-white tom, face friendly and optimistic.

"Good evening, Badgerpaw! I was wondering if you mind helping me out with a favor. It'll only take a quick second" he chirped, making sure do avoid eye contact, an uncommon act for him. While he viewed the fellow apprentice as a friend, that didn't stop the training to respect high-bloods. Badgerpaw was still a higher rank than them, despite the friendly past and close age.




𝓕𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓱
|| molly || 52 moons || music courtier || tags; Zeri || mentions; Fallon, Layla||

Taking in a deep breath, Farrah paused once again. She was almost done helping place out the tables. She would soon have to go and retrieve Zeri soon, in order to ready themselves to play their harp, as usual. Dragging out a chair, she found herself looking for any of the young courtiers. Layla continued her glamorous chore (much to Farrah's dismay), and Fallon had just emerged from the mines, perhaps to give the chattel cats their daily meal. Farrah would have to volunteer to go down there and check on the new addition to the "family". Hearing a dismissal from a nearby high-blood, Farrah gave a respectful nod and hurried off to find Zeri; supper would be served soon, and the young cat needed to prepare.

She found them in one of the dens, laboring away. Eyes softening, Farrah hesitated calling out their name. She didn't know much about the young courtier, but that didn't stop the need to help care for them. Letting out a sigh, she gently said " Zeri, hon'. It's time to get ready. Suppers 'bout to be served, and we need to spruce ourselves up. Tune that old harp of yours, perhaps."

[Fortune's Fool]

𝔾𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥
-- She-cat :: 42 Moons :: Guard :: ~Coldfang
"Of course," Gleamingheart acknowledged his point, picking up her own catch before falling into step behind the young fighter on the way back to camp. It was easy to tell that much of the clan was still just a little uneasy we they returned, depositing her pheasant near Coldfang's hare. It was easy to tell that the atmosphere had gotten to him as well once they had returned with the way he was looking around now. She flicked his shoulder lightly with her tail as she cast her own gaze around, the action meant to be reassuring. Despite her not feeling all the reassured herself. She could only hope their captain of the guard wasn't being too reckless with his injuries.


𝔽𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕦𝕤
-- Tom :: 26 Moons :: Scout :: ~Sagepaw, Fogstep, Beefang
After following Stormhaze's instruction to heavily mark the borders where it had been crossed he had been entirely silent the entire way back to camp -- as opposed to his intermittent quiz of his apprentice earlier in the day. She was lost in thought, and quite honestly so was he. Processing was a strong word for what he was still doing, but he was at least still trying to focus on anything else. Or perhaps that was just his way of avoiding his thoughts on his brief run-in with the priestess before the patrol had left. Regardless of which of the options it was, he was even less inclined to make small talk than he usually was. And in no right mind to continue testing Sagepaw. No sooner had they returned back to the camp than he broke off from the patrol, heading vaguely in the direction of the scout's den until dinner. Technically speaking his report had already been made, and if Stormhaze wanted to be alerted only of the fact that they'd doubled back to remark the first border-crossing, one of the fighters would do just as well as him.


𝔽𝕠𝕘𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡
-- She-cat :: 25 Moons :: Fighter :: ~Beefang, Fadedlotus, Sagepaw
The trip back was far less interesting than the events immediately before and during the earlier bits of the patrol. This thought was very clear in her expression nearly the entire time back. Fogstep was quite honestly exhausted with trying to act subdued. The patrol had been a welcome break from it and the general mood of the clan, but gods above if she didn't wish it wasn't already over - even if it had in fact taken quite some time. Maybe she'd stick with Beefang or find someone else who was less inclined for serious discussion for a while.


𝔽𝕠𝕩𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖
-- Tom :: 31 Moons :: Scribe :: ~Scarabstone
Foxfire blinked back to awareness at Scarabstone's voice breaking the silence once more. "Sun and stars," he breathed, fluffed tail flicking as he shifted closer to where the other tom was to inspect the area he was currently handling. Just the fact that he was being asked to double check concerned him, they certainly did not need this currently. "No," he murmured, eyes flickering quickly between the treasure before him and the lists, "it looks like an earring is gone, you aren't wrong."


ℤ𝕖𝕣𝕚
-- Non-binary :: 19 Moons :: Music Courtier :: ~Farrah
Zeri had little knowledge of there the day had gone, and it was clear it took them a heartbeat or two to even really notice that Farrah was in the dens with them, let alone actively speaking. "Oh," they blinked after a moment, "so it is almost that time, apologies. I must have... lost track of time." They bowed their head to the older musician in apology. "It likely does need to be tuned," there was a slight hint of humor -- however forced it may seem -- in their voice as they spoke. "I ran just a little late, this morning."

𝕍𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕣
-- Tom :: 27 Moons :: Rogue :: ~N/a
Lateer

[moondust405]

Reeddapple

Molly~29 moons~Priestess of Anubis~Location: Temple~Tags; Rosewater, Stormhaze (mentioned)

Reeddapple quietly chuckled to herself as she spotted Stormhaze return, cobwebs in absolute tatters on his fur, though at the same time she rolled her eyes. He couldn't keep them on for a day, could he? Rosewater, from what she could see, looked silently furious with the tom, much to the silver-tan molly's amusement. "Lucky he hasn't opened any of his wounds," she muttered to no one off-handedly, moving to the side as much as possible as the Priestess of Horus moved past her to grab cobwebs from their store. At this rate, we're going to need a new cobweb supply daily if it keeps up. She thought dryly to herself, finishing cleaning up the last of the herbs as Stormhaze's wounds were re-dressed.

Beefang

Tom~23 moons~Fighter~Location: Territory, Camp~Tags; Fadedlotus, Fogstep, Sagepaw, Stormhaze (mention?)

Beefang wrinkled his nose at the reminder of the bloodshed that had only happened the night before, pinning his ears half-back. "It does seem a little tame to be a part of those rogues," he had admitted. Not long after, the Captain of the Guard himself had shown up, surprising the long-haired tom, but, he supposed not long after as he helped follow through on the orders, suspicions were running high. Heavier markings would help repel any stray loners, along with the increased patrols. But not her, if she's still alive. It was almost an amused afterthought, but the pain of his sister leaving wouldn't go away. Shaking his head, Beefang walked into camp behind Fadedlotus, the scout and Sagepaw branching off from the group. "If you want to find someone else to hang around, I won't be offended," he directed towards Fogstep, scuffing the ground with a paw awkwardly. Awkward’s most definitely a word for it.

Finch

Molly~23 moons~Loner~Location: desert?~Tags; open

Finch emerged from her temporary den as the sun began to fall, squinting against the sun's dying rays. Sand clung to her fur like bugs- though she wouldn’t be surprised if there were a few of those too- which was hastily shaken out to the best of the black and orange cat’s abilities. Briefly, she wondered what prey might show itself once the sun fully went down; if was definitely a harder life since she had left the giant unit that was Sunclan, but in four moons you learn a few tricks to survive alone. “Should I try the border again?” Finch mused to herself, tail flicking behind her. “Perhaps I will. Nothing like a little banter with a patrol if I find one,” she joked, before shaking her head and getting back on task. Standard routine for the molly was to cover any obvious tracks that she’d stayed in one place and get moving again. She probably wasn’t going to actually get close to the border; her leaving Sunclan was still relatively current and she didn’t want to be dragged back and forced into a slave rank. It still disgusted her how some of the High Bloods acted around the “lower” cats. Finishing her handiwork, Finch straightened herself with relative speed before setting off again.

[Fortune's Fool]

𝔽𝕠𝕘𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡
-- She-cat :: 25 Moons :: Fighter :: ~Beefang
"Aw, but would you miss me if I did, Beefang~?" Fogstep purred lightly, sliding closer to practically brush her shoulder along his entire body as she moved past him before flicking his cheek with the tip of her tail. "I don't mind sticking around and chatting for a while longer if you don't." It wasn't as if she had any other business to attend to after all, and he was pretty adorable suddenly getting all awkward like that. As if he suddenly was aware that with the scout and apprentice gone it was just them without any other orders currently.

{{Wheezes I'm sorry I couldn't help it. IT WAS TOO HILARIOUS TO PASS UP.}}

[moondust405]

Beefang

Tom~23 moons~Fighter~Location: Camp~Tags; Fogstep

"I- I um," Beefang stammered out, freezing at the sudden fur-to-fur contact. Smooth. Real smooth, Bee. "I, uh,” he paused, trying to untangle his sudden lack of speech. “No, I don't mind. Not like there's anything to do at the moment." The tom offered the feline equivalent of a smile, still mentally trying to process Fogstep’s actions. Times like this made him wish that Sandbreeze- or whatever she went by now, if she was still alive- was still available to puzzle out other cat’s actions. Beefang really wasn’t the best at figuring out the true intentions of other cats; was Fogstep just casually flirting? Maybe. Probably. That didn’t stop the confusion, but it was shoved aside. Getting too caught up in his thoughts could end up disastrous one day.

[Sunsmoke]

ʆƛƓƛƲƦƧƬƦЄƛM |

40 Moons | Male | High Priest
No Crush | No Mate | No Apprentice
Location: In His own place | Tag : Open

The high priest flicked his tail to the side before he started to purr softly. He flicked his tail to the side while he lowered his head. He had a small list of pairing. He soon dug his claws into the list before he let out a small growl. "I can't seem to pair some of these cats together." He spoke softly before he looked up at the sky above him. After a while, he went to plan the Annual Gala Of Sekhmet. The tom was thinking about it as he was soon planning the whole thing but left a few details left undone. He had written a note to Darkstar. He had left it in his room and was making sure everything was getting done.

ꀘꀤꈤꀸ꒒ꍟꎇ꒒ꍏꎭꍟ |

25 Moons | Male | Guard
No Crush | No Mate | No Apprentice
Location: With The Clan | Tag : Fallencloud

The young tom started to let out a small smile and laugh before he was watching his higher ranks like a hawk as he spoke. His tail flicked to the side before he lowered his head a bit. After a while, he flicked his ear back towards the she-cat. "You're right but I hope you find the tom or she-cat of your dreams. You truly should have everything in the world. You have earned it." He purred softly After a little bit he turns his head and went to boop her ear softly. "Also may I ask how are you, your brother, and sister doing?" He spoke softly as he was always curious about her family. It was just because she was pure with high royal blood and she wondered how they actually liked life without all the extra stuff and to live a normal life.

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17 Moons | Female | Fighter
No Crush | No Mate | No Apprentice
Location: Den | Tag: Open

Cosmicfeather started to walk towards the area where she knew her mother and father could be. Her ears perked up a little bit before she was looking around. She hadn't been in the royal area since she was old enough to be an apprentice. She had picked to be a fighter while her brother and sister picked to be a guard. She was rather upset her littermates lift her and was never going to speak to her anymore. She flicked her tail as she was wanting to talk to her mother Goldenwave. She first had to find her, and the area she had to find her was rather large and her mother normally seem like she is always on the move. Her tail flicked to the side as the feathers that got mixed into her coat moved with her movement and her own muscles movement. Her ears perked up while she was purring softly. She blinked a little bit as she mew. "Darkstar? Goldenwave?" She called out a bit.

[Fortune's Fool]

𝔽𝕠𝕘𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡
-- She-cat :: 25 Moons :: Fighter :: ~Beefang
"Wonderful!" As absolutely adorable as his reactions were, perhaps she should back off a bit before she broke the poor tom. It certainly hadn't taken long for him to start... struggling a bit. A shame, she'd been starting to have fun. The last bit of prolonged contact between them was her tail once again brushing against his face - this time under his chin as she started walking. "Come on, then. Why stand around here when we could find a better place to sit and chat in the courtyard? We can talk about whatever you like~"

[dinolover519]

Layla| female | 11 moons | courtier |Location: Courtyard|Tags: open|mentions: highbloods, scribes, guards|

While cats often accuse slaves, especially courtiers, of thieving, rarely do they truly believe that the slave actually committed the crime. This could not be truer in Layla’s case. Stealing the small golden earring had been a simple task, and now, as highbloods ordered her left and right to clean up after then, it was even simpler to casually slip the jewelry into the bedding of a particularly cruel highblood ((open, else NPC)). Soon, the scribes would find it missing and send guards to search for it, only to find it in this bedding, condemning this highblood to punishment. It worked time and time again. Sometimes she would even steal from another highblood, turning neighbor against neighbor, and killing her “father”.

Silver|male|24 moons|chattel cat| location: slave cells|tags: Fenrys, Fallon|mentions:

He looked up and laughed at Fenrys’s shocked face. “Why are you acting so surprised? It’s just another slave, a courtier by the looks of it. They’re actually permitted grooming rights, but they’re not that much higher than us in the pecking order.” He explained from his scrappy nest in the cell across from him. His eyes narrowed in the She-cat’s direction, almost with jealousy? But that would be ridiculous, why on earth would he be jealous of another slave....Silver just couldn’t figure out the knot in his stomach.

Druidia|female|18 moons|loner|location: by the clan border|tags: open|mentions: Finch

She continued to trek along Sunclan’s border, searching for anything of interest. She had wasted her whole day and had nothing to show for it. Druidia sighed as she felt the sun’s grasp on her coat weaken with the dying light of its golden rays. She was about to turn around when she saw a cat in the distance, a brown molly padding through the desert sand. Druidia looked around her and realized she passed through her territory, and onto another cat’s. Serves me right for daydreaming and not paying attention... she grimaced as she turned around, hoping the she-cat hadn’t seen her.

Scarabstone|male|24 moons|scribe|location: commoner den, heading to treasury|tags: Foxfire|mentions:guards

“Do you think someone s-stole it?” He stuttered in surprise. “No one’s even touched it for moons...” He traced the spot it had been with a paw, scraping away the dust that had surrounded the golden earring. Scarabstone sighed softly and shook his head with worry.

Goldenwaves|female|46 moons| Priestess of Isis|location:royal archives|tags: Darkstar|mentions: preistess of Sekhmet, Jaguarstream

Goldenwaves gracefully entered the Royal archives and strolled over to Darkstar, giving his ear a comforting lick, knowing he was still stressed over last night’s events. “Hello darling...” She mewed sweetly, her green eyes filled with sympathy for her mate. Despite his disposition, she truly believed he was good at heart, and the stress of the priestess of Sekhmet’s death as well as the pressure of choosing the next generations of mates with Jaguarstream was getting to him. “How are you doing?” she asked softly. “And don’t tell me you’re fine, I can tell you’re anything but that.”

Weaselheart | male |60 moons|Scout/Loner|location: nearby human settlement|tags: none|mentions: none

“Is this your card?” Weaselheart asked the stray tom, who squinted for a moment, then nodded. The small audience of nearby strays and kittypets cheered as Weaselheart gave a small bow. “Thank you, thank you, and for my final trick, I will disappear!” With your valuables he added mentally as the crowd applauded. While distracting the crowd with one hand, he slipped a smoke bomb from his tophat, and presto! He was gone in a flash, along with three earrings, 4 gold coins and a lovey silver necklace. A small price to pay for my services he thought with a grin.

[`sappho]

ｗｈｉｔｅｌｉｌｙ — ☼

xxxas the priestess held the statuette in her jaw, she felt that something was off about it. the soft linen that had been wrapped around it was hanging slightly out of her mouth. she walked under the beautiful ruins that made up the entrance to sunclan before squeezing her way through the tunnel, lionclaw and blossomsong. as whitelily stepped into the camp and instantly began to walked towards the temple, she need to talk to the other priestess about this statue that she had found.

ｌｉｏｎｃｌａｗ — ♚

xxxfinally, they were back in camp. he wanted to know everything that had happened since he was gone and started to look for someone who might fill him in on anything interesting that he needed to know about. he was thinking of speaking to his father but he thought that unwise. his father was probably busy with some type of royal business. so he decided to look for his mother, goldenwaves, instead.

ｂｌｏｓｓｏｍｓｏｎｇ — ⚔

xxxas she walked into camp an overwhelming sense of dread came over her. blossomsong knew what she had to do and she had known that she had to do it about a day into her journey. she had felt the symptoms that she had been told about. she was nervous but she knew she had to do it. so, she preceded to start to look for "him". he was usually off talking to someone so blossomsong looked for any group of cats.

[Fortune's Fool]

𝔽𝕠𝕩𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖
-- Tom :: 31 Moons :: Scribe :: ~Scarabstone
"Someone must have," Foxfire frowned, watching the fellow scribe worry at the spot the earring had been for a heartbeat before returning his gaze to their collective notes. "There's no note of someone having been given permission to remove it from the treasury. An object couldn't just... vanish." What terrible timing. Though, with everything going on he imagined that around now would make it easier than other times to swipe something without anyone -- guard or scribe -- noticing. Everyone was... distracted. "One of us is going to have to report this to Stormhaze."