[☥𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒☥] ♛Warriors RP♚ Aᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ!

[~Wildfire]

B A D G E R P A W
{ male - 12 moons - guard's apprentice - location: courtyard - tags: mothpaw }

As soon as Badgerpaw emerged from the tunnels, he was greeted by the warm, desert breeze as it ruffled his fur. It already had a chill to it that spoke of the cold sure to come after sunset. That was one of the disadvantages of living in the desert, the sand went from scalding to icy very fast once the sun stopped shining.
But having lived there his whole life, it was nothing intimidating. The only impact it had on them was how long it took the apprentices to fill up the nests with bedding so that they would be warm enough.
A friendly voice interrupted his train of thought and Badgerpaw looked over to find Mothpaw beside him. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards in a friendly smile as he meowed, "Hey! Sure, what do you need?"
Mothpaw was one of the few cats that was actually close to Badgerpaw's age, and as such, given how much time they had spent together ever since they were kits, the black and white tom considered him a dear friend. Talking to him always put the guard's apprentice in a good mood, though he had noticed during the past few moons, that the older they got, the more his friend seemed to avert his gaze and choose more and more formal ways of addressing him.
Being unable to meet Mothpaw's eyes even now made Badgerpaw's brow furrow and he added with a tilt of his head, "On one condition: You stop acting like I'm one of those snobbish high-bloods who cares whether you are a scribe or a guard." Because he didn't. He truly couldn't care less about the system of ranks that worked within the clan. And it ruffled his fur the wrong way to think that simply because of his title, his friend would treat him differently. Some of the guards might enjoy feeling superior, but Badgerpaw hated it. Sometimes it made him question the decision to become a guard in the first place.

[LucidDreary]

⪩x𝑭 𝒆 𝒏 𝒓 𝒚 𝒔
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─ Feeling; Curious; Fascinated; Irritated; Location; The Dungeon Cells Tags; Silver; Fallon; ─

xxxxxAs the fae's eyes had met his own, the spark in them was remarkable. And it would undeniably haunt him in the uncountable hours of labor he'd no doubt be required to endure. But the fire in her stare merely mirrored his own heart when he saw the pure hate within them. It had coursed through him as he witnessed the whip that carelessly struck her as though she were mere prey to be devoured by the corrupt High Bloods of the not so pure civilization of Sunclan.
xxxxxAll his life, Fenrys had been taught that Sunclan had been chosen and blessed by the very gods that overruled even beyond the star-flecked sky of silverpelt. The ugly truth was utterly ignored- for it was not hard to see that the cats had long since strayed from the wishes of the gods, each decade lived. It enraged Fenrys that the gods had done nothing about it; the corruption. Their own tainted creation.
xxxxxHis ear's flicked as he was brought back to reality as the she-cat strode away- her posture just as impressive as it had been when she had entered. “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.”
The tom smirked, regaining his composure as he tentatively nosed the vole that still faintly scented of the fae. He shot Silver a smirk as he bit hungrily into it- not bothering with any manners as he gobbled at whatever he'd been given. It was always a pleasure to hear the disgruntled hiss of any of the guards that were posted around him.
xxxxxA pain in the hide, he might as well be, eh?

xxxxx"Do they expect us to wallow in filth all the time?" He muttered as he threw a dark glare toward the guard who'd whipped the courtier.

✶xＤａｒｋＳｔａｒ
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─ Feeling; Overwhelmed; Irritated; Comforted Slightly; Location; Royal Anclove; The Courtyard; Tags; Smokestep; Goldenwaves; Fallencloud; Stormhaze; Fallon(?) ─

xxxxxThe tom's smirk grew wider- the twin of that of his squire's until he heard and scented the delicate presence of his mate padding down the corridor. He smoothed his pelt habitually, and a soft purr escaped his maw as he lightly nosed her cheek. Her company instantly seemed to calm him as he allowed her soothing voice to take over the demanding matters of everything that had been weighing down on him. “How are you doing?” she mewed to him quietly. “And don’t tell me you’re fine, I can tell you’re anything but that.”
xxxxxHe let out a rough sigh and shook his head. Beckoning his mate to the comfortable pillows that were littered around his desk. "I suppose I'm doing as well as one would expect," he meowed, his brow tensing as he shook it slightly. "any cat in my position would have one hell of a time sorting all of this out." his tail swept the room in exaggeration of the documents that littered the room in an organized chaos. "Jaguarstream is unsurprisingly testing my patience every chance he gets, and he certainly knows I'm on the end of my rope in the midst of what just occurred with losing the priestess of Sekhmet. Who knows what the goddess might punish our clan with.." He trailed off, his eyes lingering on the scroll the High Priest had written him.
xxxxxDarkstar's demeanor instantly tensed in irritation as he stood, beckoning his mate as he quietly suggested they made their way to the courtyard for dinner. He didn't pay any mind to his daughter or the dimwitted tom beside her. The only thing he allowed himself was to enjoy the comforting scent and feeling of his mate's pelt that brushed against his own as he guided her with a rare gentleness he would only ever display for her, up the dais, slightly behind the veranda, and onto a small, private patio that overlooked the pond.
xxxxxThe gold-gilded table glinted freshly polished, and a young courtier stood unaccountably off to the side- awaiting any notion that they might require anything else. A fresh snake and plump servings of delicately cut pheasant was set on the table with artful paws. Five pillows for the Royal family were set in one neat row. The Pharaoh guided his mate to her usual spot and wordlessly was inclined to wait until his children arrived.

xxxxxHis nostrils flared slightly as he caught Stormhaze's scent on the snake that rested before him.

≋xℚ 𝕦 𝕚 𝕖 𝕥 ℝ 𝕒 𝕚 𝕟
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─ Feeling; Uneasy; Terrified; Shaken; Fearful; Location; The Courtyard Entrance Tags; Whitelily ─

xxxxxQuietrain had began to feel incredibly tense and anxious- even within the calming atmosphere of the Temple, her heart seemed to want to crawl up her throat, as she attempted to remain present as she watched Rosewater re-patch up Stormhaze. An overwhelming sense of dread began to form in her stomach until she could remain still no longer.
xxxxxWith deathly silent paws, Quietrain escorted herself out of the Temple and into the camp; her lungs gasping for clean air until she padded out into the courtyard- where slaves had now began to serve the present cats now beginning to emerge from their dens and to the class-designated tables. She allowed herself to linger for a moment- to allow her suddenly adrenaline-driven paws a chance to calm as she refrained from extending her claws.
xxxxxA flash of fur caught her eye- the hurried paw-steps of Whitelily nearly made her heart stop as if her own body had been taken over. But Quietrain was not fixated on the she-cat. For the object in her maw made her heart seemingly scream as she attempted to suddenly weave through the clearing until she reached the fae. She managed to keep her pelt-flat as she gave the dust-ridden she-cat a quick dip of her head, that seemed to say, "Welcome home,"
But the welcome did not reach her eyes as they rested on the cloth-wrapped object in the fae's maw. Quietrain hesitantly flicked her tail inquiringly, attempting mask the disgust that began to flare in her chest the longer she remained near the thing.

xxxxx"Quietrain," the she-cat said, who was obviously breathless from gods knew how long of a trip she'd taken during her quest to fulfill whatever Ra's wishes had been. "I need to speak with Darkstar- it's urgent. Do you know where he might be?"
xxxxxQuietrain motioned to the dais that mounted the podium- toward the private patio. However, she blocked the she-cat before she could leave- nosing the object cautiously. "It's a statuette of Sekhmet," Whitelily, murmured. She was obviously as confused as Quietrain when she saw her inquisitive eyes broach it further. The silent she-cat watched as Whitelily's other companions finally caught up to her- yet Quietrain's focus was only to inspect them for any injuries before she returned her attention to the she-cat before her.
xxxxxNosing her fellow priestess, she checked for heat-sickness and gave Whitelily a hard stare that insisted that she sat down and allowed her to inspect the she-cat for anything of worry. Quietrain ignored her protest as she made the fae set down the statuette and continued her inspection- nosing her pelt, checking the she-cat's breathing, and finally inspecting her paws for anything concerning. To her relief, there was only minor calluses that had begun to form on her paws, and a few minor sun-scorch marks from the hot sand. It wasn't anything they couldn't cure within a few days. If anything, Quietrain was surprised Whitelily was still on her paws at all, judging on the exhausted auras the other two cats tailing her portrayed.
xxxxxFinally satisfied, she let out a huff and made to carry the surprisingly heavy statuette, yet as the shock of bone-cold gold struck her maw as the cloth protecting it slithered away in the winds that howled through the opening to the courtyard, terror reigned over her in a heaping mass.

xxxxxThe moment Quietrain was in contact with the statuette, it was as though the weight of a thousand bodies collapsed upon her. Blood choked its way down her throat and suffocated her maw with a disturbing tang. But it was not the blood that terrified her.
xxxxxIt was where she had been taken.

xxxxxWhitelily's outline was vaguely apparent before her; but she did not notice as her horrified heart gazed around her- at the destruction. And at the blood that guttered around her paws; her pelt. She was drenched in it.
xxxxxRuins.
xxxxxSmoke and ashes; bodies Burned and demolished.
xxxxxHer temple; her people. Piled upon each other- as though crushed by the very thing that had given them peace and shelter all these generations. The sun had vanished- the moon did not show itself; as though it too seemed to be frightened from the sight that lay beyond the horizon.
xxxxxScreams raked through her in panicked waves; threatening to crack her skull as unbelievable amounts of pleas for mercy pierced the sky. Cats lay dead; poisoning what was left of mud of the holy Nile river- their eyes were as cold as empty sea shells.
xxxxxBut the pleas weren't to live...and that's what began to terrify Quietrain the most as she turned her panicked eyes to Whitelily; only to be greeted by a corpse who's eyes had been gouged out- blood welling from them still as if the unrecognizable cat before her had been gouged from the battlefield.
xxxxxThe fae's whisper was as dry as the ashes that cascaded around them; raining down in wisps of scorning judgement.
xxxxxxx"All that is gold does not glitter,
xxxxxxxNot all those who wander are lost,
xxxxxxxThe old that is strong does not whither, and neither will the frost.
xxxxxxxFrom the ashes a fire shall be woken; from the midst of your corruption,
xxxxxxxA light from the shadows shall spring; but only from those who choose to sing,
xxxxxxxRenewed shall be the blade that was broken,
xxxxxxxThe crownless again shall be King.
xxxxxxxBut that is not what things must be, amongst the reigns of the heavens,
xxxxxxxThere lay something that must be spoken.
xxxxxxxA jealousy, a token.
xxxxxxxA curse that must be broken."

xxxxxA soft cry of pain as bright light brought the she-cat staring with empty eyes at a panicked Whitelily, shaking her with concern bright in her eyes. Quietrain could barely gather herself as she began to shake violently; her heart thundering in her chest.

xxxxxAn Omen.
xxxxxRa had sent Whitelily an Omen.

കx𝐒 𝐭 𝐨 𝐫 𝐦 𝐡 𝐚 𝐳 𝐞
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─ Feeling; Calm; Collected; Concerned; Location; The Temple Tags; Rosewater; Whitelily; Quietrain; Lionclaw; Blossomsong; ─

xxxxxStormhaze masked his amusement as the she-cat hastily began to scrap whatever precious scraps of cobwebs he had still plastered to his flanks; he merely gave her a few polite apologies, although the smirk he allowed between them definitely suggested otherwise.
xxxxxIn all honesty, he was surprised to find that although his wounds did certainly sting more than he was willing to admit, he felt a bit better to know that he was giving the priestesses something to fuss over other than the usual cats that often wandered in for common rabble. It gave them something to do other than remember the absence of their fellow priestess, and the loss of Sekhmet's heir.
xxxxxStormhaze thanked Rosewater as she finished, but this time, there was pure sincerity in his eyes that vanished as briefly as it came, as he got to his paws and made the trek through the cool Temple, along the water that surrounded the ancient statues which loomed over it's peaceful surface. Making his way out, his eyes narrowed as the tom found himself in front of Whitelily and who he's assigned to protect her on her journey.
xxxxx"Ah, it's good to see you've returned safely, Whitelily. I trust there wasn't any trouble?" he inquiered, giving approving glances at Blossomsong and Lionclaw. "I expect each of you to get some rest. You will not be assigned patrols in the morning, but I will expect you to be on the evening patrol tomorrow. We had two run-ins with rouge scents over the border."
xxxxxHis eyes wandered to see Quietrain trembling- the usually silent and graceful she-cat seemingly stared at nothing. "Did something happen that I should be aware of..?" he asked, his voice more gentle than he initially expected from himself as a glint of gold caught his eye. As he nosed toward it, Quietrain lunged- blocking him with a venom-tipped hiss he'd never dreamed he'd hear from her- let alone a noise at that.
xxxxxHis fur ruffled; but he quickly regained his composure, turning to Whitelily with a demanding stare.

[Nyverria]

𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽

Female|37 moons|Guard|Location: Territory|Tags: Open

➣Wolfheart had returned to the temple carrying her prey she had caught while out hunting with Stormhaze. As she weaved her way through the commoner felines, minding her own busniess the fae had dropped off her catch and made her way towards the courtyard where most of the activity takes place. The grey tabby guard took her time walking through the crowds of cats, she even kept an eye out for any suspicious activity going on. She saw nothing suspicious as she entered the courtyard to see clan cats mingling and working. With a silent sigh, the grey tabby made her way back to the guard's den and put on her accessories along with her armor.

Wolfheart walked out of the guard's den and made her way towards the courtyard once more to stnad guard and watch or any felines who could break the law.

[dinolover519]

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

I’ll write something later

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

He watched Fenrys smirk and rolled his eyes, trying to hide a small smile. It was great to have someone else who liked to tick the guards off as well. Personally, his favorite “bothersome” habit was making music. Of course, you could hardly call it that. Whoever he was bored, he would bang on the cell and make loud noise. As soon as a guard came near, he would cease and pretend to be sleeping. Of course, he wouldn’t do it now, not in front of Fenrys. His fur around his face grew warm. Why should I give a damn about what that tom thinks? Technically, he’s even below me in the pecking order... He thought, trying to provoke anger, but all he could muster was a hollow form of the emotion.

He glanced towards the guard who was hissing at Fenrys, who merely muttered.”Do they expect us to wallow in filth all the time?” The silver tabby grinned through the bars at the other servant. “”Filth, filth‽ My good sir, is this not the height of luxury?” He gestured around his cell with a false pretentious grin. “We have only the finest beds made of the softest material...”Silver pointed at the scattered sand and animal fur that covered the cold stone floor. “And dinner comes on it’s own!” He snatches a scrawny, sickly rat which crawled from a hole in the old stone.

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,highbloods

The young scribe sighed and wrote a quick note on a piece of papyrus. “Staight to the top?” He muttered, glancing to assure himself no one else was listening. “If that’s what you suggest.” He held his paws tightly tp prevent them from quaking, though his puffed up tail revealed his thoughts. “The highbloods are in a bad enough mood. This is a dangerous mission. Want to draw lots?” he asked like the coward he was.

Goldenwaves|female|46 moons| Priestess of Isis|location:royal archives|tags: Darkstar|mentions: her children, Stormhaze

“Don’t worry. The gods above will watch over our path. You were chosen for a reason,” she purred as the walked to the dining area. Nodding to her mate,Goldenwaves sat down gracefully on the soft pillow that awaited her, examining the elegant meal. She nodded thankfully towards the young courtier in the corner, showing she meant no harm.

The golden molly was about to complement the meal, when she noticed Darkstar tense up. She followed his eyes to the large snake. It carries Stormhaze’s scent. Either someone is trying to spite him, or Stormhaze is apologizing. I do hope it’s the latter, but if it isn’t... She didn’t dare think of the consequences. She licked her mate’s cheek. “I’m going to go find Cosmicfeather. It looks like she might be late, again...” she mewed hurringly and rose from her seat, giving Darkstar one last loving touch with her tail tip.

Without haste, she trotted into the hall and called two courtiers to her. “Could you please take me to the preparer of tonight’s meal?” she asked the first, who nodded and ran to go get the cat. “And you, my dear, could you please go fetch my children. They’ve ought to be around here somewhere. Thank you both.” The second courtier ran off as well in search of Cosmicfeather, Lionclaw, and Fallencloud.

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

Weaselheart didn’t think any cat would find out, but it seems the rumors of mailmen delivering messages no matter what was indeed true. He had been cleaning his monocle when a scrawny black Tom and came in and handed him a letter. When the messenger asked for payment, weaselheart robbed him and explained that the young tom was lucky to leave with his life. Finally, the brown Burmese rested, and opened the short letter.

Hello Weaselheart,
You and I both know how I feel about you and your tricks, but I’m putting the past behind me and hope you’ll do the same. I need your help. We can discuss the details in person, in secret of course. The upcoming Sunclan gala is a masquerade. No one will know our identities.

The full information is much to important to include in a easily interceptable letter, but to put it simply; I’ll give you money.

GW
p.s. You still owe me that ring.

He double checked the letter, then grinned. “Sunclan needs me, eh? I’m not one big on homecomings on the terms of others, but hey, money!” He shrugged and laughed.

[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: Goldenwave

The long-haired she-cat flicked her tail to the side before she cleared his throat. Her blue eyes landed on where her mother had stepped out from. She looked away a bit before she grumbles a little bit. Her tail soon lifted as it slowly swung side to side. She looked down at the area before she trotted up towards hers a little bit before she purred softly. She soon purred softly as she meowed softly. "Goldenwave? I am surprised you're not with father. "

[~Wildfire]

B A D G E R P A W
{ male - 12 moons - guard's apprentice - location: courtyard - tags: mothpaw }

As soon as Badgerpaw emerged from the tunnels, he was greeted by the warm, desert breeze as it ruffled his fur. It already had a chill to it that spoke of the cold sure to come after sunset. That was one of the disadvantages of living in the desert, the sand went from scalding to icy very fast once the sun stopped shining.
But having lived there his whole life, it was nothing intimidating. The only impact it had on them was how long it took the apprentices to fill up the nests with bedding so that they would be warm enough.
A friendly voice interrupted his train of thought and Badgerpaw looked over to find Mothpaw beside him. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards in a friendly smile as he meowed, "Hey! Sure, what do you need?"
Mothpaw was one of the few cats that was actually close to Badgerpaw's age, and as such, given how much time they had spent together ever since they were kits, the black and white tom considered him a dear friend. Talking to him always put the guard's apprentice in a good mood, though he had noticed during the past few moons, that the older they got, the more his friend seemed to avert his gaze and choose more and more formal ways of addressing him.
Being unable to meet Mothpaw's eyes even now made Badgerpaw's brow furrow and he added with a tilt of his head, "On one condition: You stop acting like I'm one of those snobbish high-bloods who cares whether you are a scribe or a guard." Because he didn't. He truly couldn't care less about the system of ranks that worked within the clan. And it ruffled his fur the wrong way to think that simply because of his title, his friend would treat him differently. Some of the guards might enjoy feeling superior, but Badgerpaw hated it. Sometimes it made him question the decision to become a guard in the first place.

S M O K E S T E P
{ male - 49 moons - pharaoh's squire - location: courtyard - tags: gleamingheart }

Smokestep followed the Pharaoh and his mate out of the Archives, keeping a respectful distance from the two, but still staying close enough to serve as the first line of defense, should anything happen. It was second nature to him, matching his pace to his leader's and scanning their surroundings carefully as they passed through camp.
His steps only faltered when his gaze landed on a calico she-cat that had just slipped into camp. The way Gleamingheart glanced around uneasily immediately drew his attention and the silver brute had already moved towards her when he remembered his responsibilities and stepped back in line behind the pharaoh.
It was a thin line to walk, between duty and instinct, and ever since they had been assigned as mates, Smokestep's instinct had slowly become to look out for the well-being of the molly. That sometimes brought about conflicting situations, where he really wanted to be there for her, but couldn't. When he was younger, he wouldn't have thought it possible for something to distract him from what he considered his life-long duty, and yet...
Even though their relationship had not been exactly sparks and rainbows, he respected the she-cat and cared for her deeply. They both had their own troubled past, but Smokestep was determined to stand by her and hopefully help her get through it, no matter how long it took.
Shaking his head, the tom focused on the task at hand and stopped under the dais while Darkstar and Goldenwaves took their seats behind the royal dining table, waiting patiently to be dismissed.

F A L L O N
{ female - 22 moons - courtier - location: the courtyard - tags: goldenwaves, darkstar }

Fallon emerged from the mines, her teeth still gritted against the pulsing pain that rippled down her spine. But there was still work to be done before she could head into her shabby nest and lick her wounds. Until then, she held her head high and made her way over to the courtyard to help serve dinner to the royals.
Over the moons that she had been a courtier, she had mastered the art of being invisible, of walking soundlessly and treading on the sidelines so that no one even noticed her arrival or departure. It was quite a useful skill to have, especially when the cats she served could be so prickly.
But they had never been quite able to make her lose the way she carried herself. While most of the other servants scurried, their heads bowed, Fallon moved with the grace that marked a high-blood, even if she had been stripped of that title long ago. The ones it infuriated most were the guards, who felt the need to force her into looking and acting the part of a lowly servant. And Fallon tended to amuse herself by showing them that they simply couldn't break her.
She emerged onto the royals' private patio while it was thankfully still empty and checked the food that had been laid out for any and all errors. For if something was not right, the Pharaoh and his family would most certainly not bother looking for the culprit, but rather take it out on who was nearest, and the white molly had had enough brutality for one day.
Once Fallon decided that all was in order, she backed up to the wall and watched Darkstar and his mate arrive, staying on high alert should they need anything.

R A V E N W I N G
{ female - 21 moons - fighter - location: the courtyard - tags: open }
WIP

[moondust405]

Reeddapple

Molly~29 moons~Priestess of Anubis~Location: Temple~Tags; Fallowflower (mention)

Reeddapple sneezed as she exited the herb store, the sharp tang exiting her nose as the scent changed to the familiar water and stone of the Temple. She paused in front of the statue of Anubis, gazing up at the deity and sending up a prayer. Anubis, grant me the insight to assist my clan with those who are threats to undermining us. There is a feeling plaguing me that leads me to believe Fallowflower will not be the last of the deaths of Sunclan in these times. Let me protect them so we may continue to prosper. Turning her gaze to her paws, Reeddapple shook herself before padding out of the Temple, to be met with the sight of Quietrain looking as if she'd been scared half to death and Whitelily seeming ruffled and a bit out of breath. The molly's eyes widened, glancing between the two and Stormhaze- hopefully, he wouldn't mess up his cobwebs again- as a glint caught her eye. Her attention was directed towards the statue as she realized what it was, eyes widening further. Sekhmet.

Beefang

Tom~23 moons~Fighter~Location: Courtyard~Tags; Fogstep, Quietrain (mention)

"Sounds like a plan," Beefang managed to reply without a stutter, quickly following Fogstep. What a time father would have with this, he laughed silently. Ashdust was what one would call a highly superstitious cat; he believed that you should save your love and care for your assigned mate so you wouldn't be tempted to be pulled away from them or make a fool of yourself challenging another for their mate. Why am I thinking of him? It's not like he's here. Beefang shook his thoughts away as the two reached the entrance to the courtyard, blinking at the gathering of cats and the strange statue one of the Priestesses held in her jaws. What...? The fluffy tom glanced at Fogstep, wondering if the commotion was worth staying behind for.

Finch

Molly~23 moons~Loner~Location: Desert~Tags; Druidia

Finch froze as she smelled another cat nearby, tensing as she prepared to flee before realizing the scent was different from a clan cat's. At least, she'd never smelled any clan cat that smelled quite similar. Cautiously, the tortoiseshell turned around, prepared to run. Wait a minute. I couldn't have wandered into a rogue's territory, could I? She panicked to herself, before narrowing her eyes at the cat in the distance. "Hello?" She called across the sand, flicking her tail from side to side warily.

[dinolover519]

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

She raced from chore to chore in an intracate dance of duties, a silent force sweeping through the dens and cleaning the messes of the Highbloods. The only benefit of her position, was that the cats rarely expected her to speak, though when they did, the following events were quite awful.When she was younger, a group of guards had played a game on the young courtier, beating her until she spoke. Of course, in the end, one of the other courtiers rescued her before things escalated any further. Events similar to this continued through her life, with varies levels of intensity. However, with her known silence came some benefits. Cats knew she couldn’t easily share their secrets, and were more comfortable discussing private manners in front of her. This allowed her to know their plans, and snatch what she needed at the perfect moment- asilent, but deadly thief no cat saw coming.

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

He watched Fenrys smirk and rolled his eyes, trying to hide a small smile. It was great to have someone else who liked to tick the guards off as well. Personally, his favorite “bothersome” habit was making music. Of course, you could hardly call it that. Whoever he was bored, he would bang on the cell and make loud noise. As soon as a guard came near, he would cease and pretend to be sleeping. Of course, he wouldn’t do it now, not in front of Fenrys. His fur around his face grew warm. Why should I give a damn about what that tom thinks? Technically, he’s even below me in the pecking order... He thought, trying to provoke anger, but all he could muster was a hollow form of the emotion.

He glanced towards the guard who was hissing at Fenrys, who merely muttered.”Do they expect us to wallow in filth all the time?” The silver tabby grinned through the bars at the other servant. “”Filth, filth‽ My good sir, is this not the height of luxury?” He gestured around his cell with a false pretentious grin. “We have only the finest beds made of the softest material...”Silver pointed at the scattered sand and animal fur that covered the cold stone floor. “And dinner comes on it’s own!” He snatches a scrawny, sickly rat which crawled from a hole in the old stone.

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

Ah fox dung! The Savannah turned around, keeping her distance, but moving closer so she could communicate with the other molly. “I’m sorry, it seems I’ve wandered into your territory.” She dipped her head to the tortoiseshell apologetically. “I was lost and thought and didnt notice your scent border.” The she-cat sighed. “Please pardon me for this intrusion, I’ll be on my way shortly.”

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

The young scribe sighed and wrote a quick note on a piece of papyrus. “Staight to the top?” He muttered, glancing to assure himself no one else was listening. “If that’s what you suggest.” He held his paws tightly tp prevent them from quaking, though his puffed up tail revealed his thoughts. “The highbloods are in a bad enough mood. This is a dangerous mission. Want to draw lots?” he asked like the coward he was.

Goldenwaves|female|46 moons| Priestess of Isis|location:royal archives|tags: Darkstar, Cosmicfeather|mentions: her children, Stormhaze

“Hello sweetheart!” Goldenwaves purred, brushing her tail against her daughter. “I was just...checking on some business.” A courtier padded up and whispered in the cream molly’s ear. “Of course.It seemed like something he would do. I just wanted to make sure.” she responded and bowed her head thankfully towards the servant, sending her on her way. “Are you ready for dinner? We have added tonight, isn’t that a treat?” She mewed, guiding her towards the dining room where Darkstar waited.

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

The young spotted tabby flicked her tail to the side a little bit before her ears perked up a little bit while she went to swing her tail to the side while she pushes herself towards the area where her mother came from. "Oh yea... I guess I am ready to have dinner with Lionclaw and Fallencloud..." She spoke somewhat coldly when she spoke her littermate's names. Her tail dusted the floor as she flicked her ear back before the young fighter lifted her front paw as she went to fix one of the feathers that were behind her ear. Each time her ear flicked back she felt the feather tickling her jawline. "But are Lionclaw and Fallencloud really coming? I'm perfectly fine with not seeing the guards," she whispered to herself while her ears flicked backward while she lowered her head as she meowed a little bit. "I am sorry if you heard that." She flicked her tail once again before she placed her paw on the door before she cleared her throat a little bit

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Goldenwaves|female|46 moons| Priestess of Isis|location:dining area|tags: Darkstar, Cosmicfeather|mentions: her children

As she headed to her mate, she licked her daughter’s ear comfortingly and whispered, “Cosmicfeather, I love you all equally, no matter what rank you hold. If you were all servants, I would love you no less.” She brushed her tailtip against Cosmicfeather’s flank one last time, and then sat back down on the pillow by Darkstar. Turning to him, she mewed, “Dinner looks lovely tonight.”