❝ creekclan ― ☁ // open & accepting

[clemen]

NightSky

Female - Crush : TimberPaw - mentions: timberpaw, emberhaze, cedarwatch, loc; on patrol

Night of mission:
NightSky quickly padded over
to the medicine cat’s den and
then grabbed some traveling
herbs. I bet this is gonna be
a long journey NightSky mumbled
to herself. Then she heard TimberPaw.
She glanced over at him and ran over to
him and gave him a comforting lick.
“You silly goose. Don’t worry, we’ll always
be friends, and thanks!” She nudged him
playful. She lay down and had a good nights
sleep.

Present:
NightPaw remembered TimberPaw soft words
before she left. The sun was still not out. This
is probably why they needed to fine to territory.
She wished TimberPaw could come with her. But
he was back at camp. She was going to miss sleeping
by him every night. She tried to smell for prey but all
she smelled was rain. Maybe a very stale scent of mice
but the rain was taking over everything. She gave a small
sneeze. Was she getting sick? She decided not to tell Emberhaze
because she knew she was “just a annoying kit”. She decided not
to talk unless one of them talked to her. She sneezed again.
She looked up into the sky. Clouds, and more clouds. This was
going to be a tough journey. NightSky finally padded beside
Emberhaze.

[wildsight]

✦ ──── 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘏𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘜𝘋!! ────✦
(Male) ─ (Forty-two moons) ─ (Deputy) ─ (No romantic interest) ─ (No apprentice) ─ (Tags: Open)
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The fluffy seal-point tom sat outside the warriors den, his friendly blue gaze scanning the camp. Nothing much seemed to be happening at the moment, before watching his leader call for some of the apprentices. His tail swayed, before rising to his paws. Maybe, there was something he could do in camp. He began to circle the camp, his gaze glancing over the forms of a few cats, before continuing onward.

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✦ ──── 𝘚𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘊𝘏𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛!! ────✦
(Male) ─ (Thirty-two moons) ─ (Warrior) ─ (No romantic interest) ─ (Apprentice: Brindlepaw) ─ (Tags: Open)
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He's open! Feel free to tag him.

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✦ ──── 𝘚𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘛𝘚𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎!! ────✦
(Female) ─ (Thirty-two moons) ─ (Warrior) ─ (No romantic interest) ─ (No apprentice) ─ (Tags: Open)
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Feel free to tag her! She's open!

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✦ ──── 𝘏𝘈𝘞𝘒𝘗𝘈𝘞!! ────✦
(Female) ─ (Ten moons) ─ (Apprentice) ─ (No romantic interest) ─ (Mentor: Fleetstrike) ─ (Tags: Badgerstar)
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Hawkpaw was currently lying in camp, doing nothing but watching the cats walk by, and talk with one another. She wished she could be doing something interesting like the patrol that had left a few days ago. She sighed, pawing at the ground with her paw, before hearing the loud voice of her leader. She hoped one of the apprentices had not caused any trouble, because it certainly sounded like Badgerstar was upset. She rose to her paws, and padded over to her leader, her eyes alight with curiosity. "Yes, Badgerstar?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

[azhefa.]

─── // ♛ ❜ // ＥＭＢＥＲＨＡＺＥ ── // i. female ii. 38 moons iii. warrior iv. no apprentice v. single vi. form
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the first day of travel was as expected, dragging on and on until the trio finally gets to the willow tree meadow just as the sun starts to slip behind the trees. there was an old fox den under the tree's roots that has been used by the clan many times during long travels so that's where they stay for the night. or at least that's where nightsky and cedarwatch sleep. emberhaze wasn't one for sharing a den, hence the reason she has her own back at the camp, so she sleeps in the tree above the den. she was a master climber so staying in a tree instead of a den was just fine for her. that first night, emberhaze kept having the same dream and wasn't able to rest fully from it. it was an odd dream that can't really be called a nightmare since it wasn't scary, just mildly unsettling. the she-cat remains silent about her odd dream the next morning and continues on the trek for a better camp.

the second day was just as boring, but didn't drag on as long as the first. by evening, they reached the spot she remembered from her time as a rogue with her mother. the old gnarly oak tree that sits at the center of the meadow was larger then all the other trees nearby. it's limbs were long and twisting everywhere, up into the sky and down onto the ground like tentacles. it was just as huge as she remembers as a kit, if not bigger. there weren't many dens around it, but there where hollows in some of the large limbs that were used as nests and can easily fit a cat or two. emberhaze drops her herb-filled leaf and sits with a wide smile across her lips. her eyes were alive with wonder and awe as well as joy since the old tree was still around. the she-cat speaks for the first time since leaving camp, her voice soft as if to not disturb the great hardwood. "just as i remembered it," she whispers in awe, her smile still in place. "isn't it glorious? my mother use to say it's branches could almost reach starclan it's so big." it was good that the place was still around and not infested with another clan or two-leggeds. she's heard that the weird beasts love to kill and take trees like these. emberhaze sighs to herself before shaking out her pelt, it was still raining, but only a drizzle under the large canopy cast by the old oak. "we'll camp here for the night and check the area in the morning."

emberhaze curls up in one of the hollows while the other two pick out a den near the roots, seems like they aren't as confident climbers as she was. the night seemed to drag on for the she-cat, as if she could sleep at all. the dream kept nagging at her and forcing her awake with a start each time she tries to close her eyes. it was driving her crazy. emberhaze climbs from her hollow around midnight, the other two still asleep in their den below. she sits on a branch and watches the rain fall while she tries to figure out why she couldn't sleep. the dream was odd, it was just feathers drifting around and falling like the rain, but when she tries to focus on one of the falling feathers she wakes with a start, feeling as if she was falling too. emberhaze yawns quietly and decides to go look for some food, wanting to make due with her inability to sleep. as soon as she steps outside of the oak's reach, she's once again soaked from the rain. oh, how she can't wait for the skies to clear. emberhaze spends the next hour hunting down a few late night prowlers and returns to the oak with a few rats that she more or less has to share with the other two. before she could return to her chosen hollow to sleep, a sudden sharp squeak is heard. at first she thinks it's just in her head, but as she heads back into the surrounding forest, it's heard again. after a few minutes of searching, she finds a fluffy little hatchling on the ground at the base of a tall tree. it was still covered in fluffy down and not ready to fly so it must have fallen from a nest. emberhaze shrugs, thinking why not take it back and eat it in the morning. she grabs it up and heads back to her hollow where she puts it in a little nook to hide it from the others and proceeds to finally fall asleep.

[current time]
for the first time in days, she's able to actually sleep without the odd dream of feathers. though when she wakes up, she's not alone. movement at her side startles her a little until she looks down to see the fluff ball of feathers she had grabbed the night before all cuddled up to her side. how in the world? emberhaze was very confused for a minute, but then remembered she had put the hatchling in the little crevice inside the hollow so it probably wiggled out in the night. it was a rather weird feeling to have something cuddled up against her, especially since she's never really thought about having kits someday. the she-cat climbs out of the hollow and shakes herself off before heading down to join the other two on their patrol of the area to make sure it's safe and secure before bringing the clan up. around noontime, they return to the oak tree and take a rest while having a short meal of the rats she had hunted the night before. emberhaze takes her rat into her hollow and is once again confronted with the little bird hatchling, but this time it perks up a little and starts squeaking to demand food. is this thing really trying to get food from a predator that will eat it? for some reason, emberhaze is unable to kill the little creature, something telling her to keep it alive. in the ends she does feed it bits of rat meat until it falls asleep.

location; forest x mentions; others x tags; cedarwatch, nightsky

[clemen]

NightSky

female - crush : TimberPaw - tags: emberhaze, cedarwatch

The young warrior awoke to the sun. Finally! She had
slept a bit away from emberhaze, who was trying to
conquer this journey by herself. Cedarheart seemed to
be sleeping wherever she wanted to. NightSky noticed
emberhaze take her kill somewhere, a lot of times of the
day. She smelled a faint scent of bird. She shrugged and
guessed she would ask emberhaze later. She trotted out
of their camp and tried to sniff the air for prey. She
only smelled a very close but faint scent of bird and
maybe some vole-Yes! A very close scent of vole! She
got into a hunting position and follow the scent and she stopped
at a narrow stream. The vole was plump. NightSky licked her
lips and began to taste the scent in her mouth. She got into
a hunting position and kept her tail down. But of course
It saw her and scampered down the stream. “Your not getting
away that easy you acorn brain!” She spat as she chased after
the vole, trying to be quiet. But at this point it was almost impossible
she kept stepping on sticks and they kept breaking. After running
at least for a good hour, the vole finally came to a stop at a weird
flat hill. It stopped. She pounced on it. She killed it in one swift
strike. “Yes-” she paused in the middle of her sentence. Her mouth
was watering with the taste of vole. But she couldn’t think of that
right now. This would make a perfect camp. It was tall but flat enough
to set up a camp. “This would be a perfect camp!” She mumbled while
holding the vole in her mouth. “I need to go tell emberhaze and cedarwatch!”
She said proudly. She made her way back to their temporary camp. “Emberhaze,
Cedarwatch, It think I found a camp.” She said. “Oh yeah, I caught this. Do
you guys want any?” She said as she began to take a bite of the vole.

[daisylin]

deertooth & 43 moons
· "daddy long legs, daddy daddy long legs crawl" ·
《 tom ♦ bisexual ♦ interest > n/a, open ♦ location > entering camp ♦ tags > rainripple ♦ warrior ♦ apprentice > n/a 》
Deertooth came out of the territory, slipping into camp. His murky yellow eyes eyes scanning for his brother. In his jaws held a decently sized bluegill, one he had nabbed from the creek. Though he wasn't a swimmer, he was really well trained with his claws. Fish seemed to always be more active when water was falling. He found his brother, gnawing on the bones of a finished mouse. Deertooth felt a little flame of anger spark in his chest. He approached his younger brother, eyes glaring. He dropped his bluegill, the fish flopping against the muddy ground. It's tail flicked, mouth gaping and heaving. With the sight of the fish, Rainripple jumped in his skin. His light green eyes lifted to find his brother staring at him, angry. Of course this was common for the two brothers, but Rainripple turned his face from the bluegill. Its mossy smell of the creek made him sick, "Yes, Deertooth?"
"Are you seriously just going to sit here and do nothing useful?"
"Sorry..." Rainripple shuffled and looked up at his brother, ears bent back in pitiful acknowledgement of his mistakes. But,he showed no softening to his brother, even with his harsh stare.
"Are you going to go hunt and kill something to bring back to camp, or are you just going to selfishly eat something?" Deertooth flicked his tail behind him, sighing. He bent his head down and grabbed the bluegill by it's scales and brought the fish to the fresh-kill pile where he dropped it with a heavy plop.


rainripple & 43 moons
· "bye bye baby blue" ·
《 tom ♦ straight ♦ interest > swiftspring ♦ location > camp ♦ tags > deertooth, swiftspring ♦ warrior ♦ apprentice > n/a, open 》
Rainripple sighed as his brother walked off, feeling as if he could breath again. He stood to his paws as he watched the older tom walk off, his tail high as he was drowning in his own pride. Their entire lives Deertooth had been prideful and was full of himself. He stood on top of the world while Rainripple sat in his shadow.
Rainripple stepped over the spot the bluegill had left, sniffing up the smell of fresh water. The rain had soaked his pelt entirely, but he was okay with it. He found himself approaching Swiftspring, the grey and white she-cat grooming heavy water out of her pelt. Her long coat soaked water up like a sponge, "Hey swiftspring, do you wanna go hunting with me? Maybe we could find something since for once the rain is getting a little lighter." His skin was hot under his pelt as he gave the offer, a smile covering his maw. He wondered in the she-cat would deny his offer or if she'd be pleased to go out into the rain with him. His paws shuffled, awkward and nervous.

[way]

𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛xx [tags; timberpaw, brindlepaw, hawkpaw, cranepaw]

i. tom ii. 36 moons iii. leader iv. loc; camp


badgerstar watched silently as the apprentices slowly made their way toward him. he gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to snap at them to move faster - he would be doing a lot of that soon. as they approached, badgerstar made sure his fur stayed flat. the truth was, he couldn't stand apprentices. they were too enthusiastic and excitable. no better than kits, really. on top of that, badgerstar still felt angry with emberhaze after what she had did when she left a few days ago, and he was absolutely planning on taking it out on these useless scraps of fur. the black and white tom straightened himself up. "your mentors are being quite soft with the lot of you and your training. we're going to go to the small hollow on the other side of the creek, and you will all demonstrate your battle skills to me." badgerstar meowed bluntly, and began leading the apprentices out of the camp. he needed true warriors! especially with how nightsky acted shortly after becoming a warrior - how weak! how pathetic! badgerstar needed his cats to be prepared to slay any intruder, destroy any traitor, and the likes. and if they trained under badgerstar's watch, he could be sure that they were getting the proper training.

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𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚎xx [tags; buzzardfeather]

i. she-cat ii. 36 moons iii. warrior iv. loc; medicine den



honeybee padded away from nightsky and badgerstar, not wanting to be around her brother. taking one last glance at the two, honeybee made her way to the medicine den and poked her muzzle inside. "hello? buzzardfeather?" the petite she-cat mewed quietly, hoping not to disturb anybody. she crept in a bit more, taking in the sharp, tangy scents of herbs. the smell was powerful and overwhelming, and made honeybee a bit dizzy and caused her to sneeze. "i hope i'm not disturbing anything, i just wanted to see if you two wanted help with collecting herbs." honeybee continued after a couple heartbeats.

[Stripe12]

B U Z Z A R D F E A T H E R
Female|Medicine cat|Medicine den|Tags: Honeybee

Buzzardfeather turned at the sound of her name, seeing Honeybee come in. After she finished talking, the medicine cat replied, "Your not disturbing us, Honeybee." She paused, thinking of the herbs they needed and continued. "That would be very nice of you to help. We currently need borage, feverfew, and horsetail." Though she didn't know the leader's sister very well, in the short amount of time they had spent together Buzzardfeather could see that she had a good-hearted and helpful nature. She wished more cats were like that.

[ethium]

𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙽

thick-coated ebony molly with pale green eyes
i. warrior ii. forty five moons iii. roleplay form
loc: under an oak at the boarder of camp tags: none, open

The molly rested stiffly under a broad oak, having nothing useful to do with her time she merely observed. Sometimes she let her mind wander to the small group that had left not long ago, among them had been the fresh warrior nightsky. Morningfern wondered frequently how the scouting was faring, the rain hadn't let up much but it was little more than a drizzle now. That didn't make it any less frustrating to bear constantly. The molly couldn't well remain holed up in the warriors den all day and often forced herself to participate in clan activities. No matter how trivial with the rising threat of being washed away being nearby. She let out a soft huff and watched as badgerstar gathered the apprentices, not before of course insulting their mentors for being soft. A clan cat might have desired a different leader, perhaps one that had a bit more empathy or compassion. If her leader weren't such a snaketounge she might have even found herself wanting to impress him. However the more morningfern looked at it, the more she came to the conclusion that in these times they needed a ruthless leader. As her beliefs had always told her, there was and wasn't a time for ruthlessness. Now she feared, was the time for him to step up. With a small bob of her head the molly let her gaze wander across the den's and the cats that were padding to and fro. The camp's activity hardly dwindled, even in the rain. There was a buzz of caution of course, as most cats were wise enough to realize the impending threat, but that didn't stop the occasional carelessness that seemed to caress the edges of an unlucky feline. If they didn't end up in the creek they'd likely become crow food before the next moon. She sighed once again but remained stationary in her spot under the tree. If a cat needed her then she'd come to their aid, but for now she was content being idle.

(339 words)

𝙵𝙻𝙴𝙴𝚃𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙺𝙴

muddy classic tabby tom with sharp green eyes
i. warrior ii. forty seven moons iii. roleplay form
loc: camp tags:open

he's open just wandering camp really, since his apprentice has been taken by badgerstar.

(14 words)

𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙻𝙴𝙿𝙰𝚆

dusty tiger tabby tom with bright gold eyes
i. apprentice ii. eleven moons iii. roleplay form
loc: heading out of camp tags: baderstar, timberpaw, hawkpaw, cranepaw

The tom swallowed cautiously as badgerstar called the apprentices to him before briefly addressing what he desired and then lead himself and the rest of the apprentices out of camp. a demonstration. A sly smile cracked across brindlepaw's features as he stalked close behind hawkpaw. A time to prove himself. It came as a breath of relief, maybe he could finally get actual training as opposed to scorchheart's pansy form of sparring. He huffed lightly however, this was equal parts chance to prove himself or a chance to prove he'd be nothing but crowfood as a warrior. Determination clouded his gaze as he walked silently with his fellow apprentices. His fellow apprentices were now competition, and he'd treat them as such. Brindlepaw slowly stalked forward beside hawkpaw before bringing his paw around and tripping the apprentice with a sly smirk. "Watch where your going." he meowed through slits for eyes before continuing on without a care. He had a once-in-a-lifetime chance to prove himself a viable candidate as a future warrior to his leader. He planned to leap on it with claws outstretched.

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[way]

𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛xx [tags; timberpaw, brindlepaw, hawkpaw, cranepaw]

i. tom ii. 36 moons iii. leader iv. loc; camp


badgerstar heard a commotion behind him. he halted and swung his head around, spotting brindlepaw about to attack his fellow denmate. it was sneaky, badgerstar gave him that. but he needed the apprentices to show their maturity. instead of praising brindlepaw's wittiness- which he was about to do- the long-hairred black leader narrowed his light green eyes. "save it for the hollow, brindlepaw. we're almost there," badgerstar meowed tersely, flicking his tail at the hollow that was now just a few fox-lengths away. before he looked away and continued walking, badgerstar caught a glimpse of brindlepaw's unsheathed claws. as badgerstar turned away, a grin crept onto his face. of course, he would make the apprentices practice with their claws unsheathed. a cat with no battle scars- even from practicing- clearly wasn't trying hard enough.

as badgerstar led the young cats into the clearing, he leaped up onto a mossy stone and observed the four cats. "right. we're going to be practicing battle moves today, as i said. i don't know what your mentors have taught you yet, so you'll all get the chance to demonstrate." badgerstar addressed. his gaze panned over to hawkpaw and brindlepaw. "brindlepaw, hawkpaw. you two up against each other first. i want claws unsheathed, and i want you to fight hard." badgerstar growled, excitement flowing through his veins. there was nothing he loved more than battling; the teeth and claws, the blood spattering, the adrenaline, the screeches...
"begin!" he ordered sharply.

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𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚎xx [tags; buzzardfeather >> fleetstrike]

i. she-cat ii. 36 moons iii. warrior iv. loc; medicine den


honeybee dipped her head, repeating the names of the herbs in her mind so that she wouldn't forget. "no problem, buzzardfeather. i'll take another cat with me to go and find them!" she mewed cheerfully. she quietly backed out of the den, and examined the camp. with a tilt of her head, honeybee noticed fleetstrike was looking pretty bored. she approached him quietly, hoping not to spook him. "hey, fleetstrike! want to come with me to find herbs for buzzardfeather, by any chance?" the cream-and-brown she-cat inquired to the - admittedly handsome - tom. fleetstrike had already been a warrior when honeybee was an apprentice, and so she never really spoke to the tom. but, it was never too late to make a new friend!

[azhefa.]

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the time she spends feeding and keeping the little bird quiet makes emberhaze wonder if this was what it's like to have kits. the warrior shakes her head as she heads off to the tree she had found the hatchling under, perhaps she can return it to it's nest and be done with it. she scampers up the tree quite easily, but is in for a surprise when she gets to the nest. it had been ransacked by something much larger, possibly an eagle or larger hawk. so much for getting rid of the little fluffy pest. emberhaze grumbles as she descends the tree and returns to the old oak where she finds nightsky back with a vole. the youngster's words make her almost scoff, but she holds back the sound. "this is the camp, there's plenty of room for new dens and it's high enough on a hill that the creek won't flood it," she explains with a shake of her head, rejecting the offer of sharing the vole. "no thank you, i've had my fill already."

the she-cat looks around and then to the sky to check the sun's position before speaking again. "let's head back to the clan, i know a shorter way that will only take a few hours, but it's much more difficult to travel," she tells the younger warrior, eyeing her a little before flicking her tail in a kind of shrug. "but you're a warrior now so it shouldn't be too hard for you." she had taken the trio the longer way since it was far easier and they had to make sure it was a safe passage since the clan will have to travel the easier way when moving camp. emberhaze returns to her hollow and looks at the hatchling she had saved, how in the world will she carry this thing? there will be quite a bit of jumping and climbing on the rougher path so she may just have to figure out something to hold it. then she gets an idea and climbs farther up the old oak tree to the upper branches where several nests had been abandoned. she carefully grabs one and takes it to the ground where she also goes off to find thin vines to use as well. within a half hour, she is able to fashion a kind of basket with vines carefully tied and weaved throughout the nest for structure as well as some looped across the top for a handle to grab in her jaws. emberhaze is quite proud of her wits and ability to create such a contraption, but knows they need to get back to the clan soon so she grabs the hatchling and puts it in the makeshift basket. she doesn't explain anything to her two companions and gives off the impression they shouldn't ask. instead, she simply heads off into the forest, expecting them to follow.

location; forest x mentions; others x tags; cedarwatch, nightsky