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{{I slept for twenty minutes in the car c: it's 9:43 now, I uploaded that a long time ago. I'm so energetic I'm going to dieeee.

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[[ ack, sorry for not writing. Away for the whole week, onl going to be able to come online about half an hour or so D; so, yeah. I dont know what you want to do ...

[karkadorr]

- I'll join with a tom; his name is Burningsky. would you rather he be a rogue, or a warrior? -

[zoketi.]

{ meep sorry! I was a bit busy yesterday. and now I have caught a bit of writers' block. :c }

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• tom ~ warrior ~ 22 moons ~ in camp •

A soft voice flitted over his ears and he squinted through the darkness, just making out the image of Bramblemask. He was still half-asleep, and couldn't move his tongue to respond fast enough. The she-cat was already vanishing outside. Well, that could be his wake-up call. He might as well just get up now anyway. Rolling onto his stomach, the moss shifting beneath him, he gave a sharp yawn and shook his head. The mottled tom rose up his upper-body until he reached a sitting position, and let out a soft breath as he heard his joints click with satisfaction as he did so. He flexed out his front paws, splaying them before him, and grunted softly.
Raccoonstrike nibbled at a clump of moss that clung to his shaggy pelt. Noticing mid-bite how ruffled his fur appeared, scattered and sticking up every which way, he thought he might want to fix that. He set to grooming, a simple task that while he wasn't too big on, he liked to keep himself generally clean. He finished in a matter of minutes, swiping the last out-of-place hair back into its rightful spot. Satisfied with how he looked, though truly not caring much, he rose to his paws and slipped out of the warriors' den to see what the day was like.
It looked to be a nice one, in terms of weather. Raccoonstrike's eyes combed the pale blue sky, before dropping down to gaze over the camp. A few cats were out and about, and more waking and joining the group. Raccoonstrike wondered what was in mind for the days duties. As the thought hit his brain, almost immediately he heard his name. Uttered by Lightbrook, who was speaking he assumed to Shellsong. Border patrol, yes? That's what he thought he heard. The tom wasn't quite sure, so he turned his paws in that direction.
He ambled closer, ears pricked up and eyes calm. He was fully awake now, ready to jump onto the duties of the day. A patrol would be a good way to do that. From what he had been able to make out with his not-focused listening, he would be with Shellsong, Eaglepaw, and Softpaw. That was fine by him, and anyway, the latter was his own apprentice. Worked out perfectly, really.

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• she-cat ~ apprentice ~ seven moons ~ in camp •

Lichenpaw's eyes darted past as she detected the faint scent of her mentor, and sure enough, he was emerging from his den. She sat still, continuously gazing around camp from her little spot next to the apprentices' den. The muffled sleep-noises from inside made her ears flick, disturbing the gentle pawsteps and quiet murmurings from around camp. The earlier silence was beginning to shatter, as the Clan slowly awoke to greet the day. Lichenpaw tilted her head down and put her nose just above the ground, sniffing quietly at a spider pattering just in front of her. With an amused tail flick, she thought of how Covepaw would jump at the sight of crawly-things like this. She, though, was always curious about the little creatures that danced across the world, but then, she was interested in many things.
The spider crawled away, vanishing across camp. Lichenpaw wondered for a moment how it survived when everything was so much larger. You had be very worried about your life, then. Lichenpaw's ears flicked up and she was drawn from her thoughts by nearby voices; Reedstar was speaking with his sibling, then breaking off to converse with Bramblemask and Crosswinds. Lichenpaw was assuming he'd want her soon enough, so she kept alert. She didn't move, though, content with her secluded spot that was out of the way and somewhat private, to the point that no one needed to get too close when they walked by.
Lichenpaw tensed at movement, and she noticed Crosswinds approaching. The she-cat spoke to her, and her sleepy brother, offering to take them hunting. Lichenpaw hesitated, unsure if she should come. Would Reedstar want her for other things? Lichenpaw would love to get out of camp, and she had just been given a perfect opportunity, but was she allowed. She was still hesitating when she felt a muzzle nudge her shoulder, and she spun around to face Covepaw.

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• tom ~ apprentice ~ seven moons ~ in camp •

He grinned at his sister's surprised look. "What, don't you want to come along?" He mewed, padding past her, his bushy tail swishing from side to side. As usual, he was simply happy. He didn't care whether his mentor might be wishing different. Crosswinds was a warrior, she had invited them, and if Rippletide wasn't happy with that then he could speak to her, not Covepaw. Wasn't his fault. Shrugging slightly, he brushed against the side of the apprentices' den and trotted out to meet the warriors, waiting, he assumed, on him and Lichenpaw.
"Yes, we'd love to come!" He mewed, giving his sister a meaningful look. She slowly sat up, gazing blankly at him with her silver-blue eyes, and then padded over on quiet steps. Being the usual dainty creature that Covepaw sometimes was frustrated by. Oh yes, he loved his sister, but she could be so anxious! She could do with a serious relaxing. Covepaw rolled his eyes faintly, as Lichenpaw reached his side. He glanced up to Crosswinds and Bramblemask. "So uh, where are we going to be hunting?" He asked, when his sister made no motions to speak or even answer the warriors question. A bit rude, he thought with a small sigh, but that was her deal. But yes, he was excited. Hunting was his favorite task, it even beat battle-training. He wasn't quite sure what was so fun about it, but well, he did find plenty of things amusing or fun anyway. Or maybe he just liked killing small animals? That probably wasn't it. Well, it sure beat moss-gathering or changing bedding. Yuck! Now that was something Covepaw definitely didn't appreciate. Still, he didn't complain much, as it never seemed to change anyone's mind. He was supposed to do it, so he did it. Nothing to it. Being rather independent, the young apprentice like some say in things. Guess he had to wait to be a warrior for any of that stuff. Ah, that would be better. Then he could boss the apprentices around and not have to do dumb little jobs anymore! Covepaw gave a slight twitch of his tail, coming out of his thoughts. His mind tended to jump around a lot.

[littlemoosie]

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• apprentice • six moons • she-cat • in apprentices' den • feeling scared •

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the anxiety all began thanks to that little dream of hers. keyword: DREAM. turtlepaw didn't think of the dream as a dream, she thought of it as if it had really happened. this is what built up all of her anxiety in the first place. maybe if she had thought of it differently she would've realized by now that it never did happen. it was all a simple dream of hers that went the wrong way. and she was still sitting there, awake in the middle of the night in the apprentices' den, watching everyone else sleep soundly while she had not been sleeping soundly at all. she sat in this den scared and lonely, unwilling to even try and fall back asleep.

the dream was certainly not pretty. she was in a grassy meadow, with flowers in bloom and little hummingbirds fluttering around this way and that. it was a quite nice place to be, when there wasn't a circle of cats standing around you. this is the situation turtlepaw was in when she first entered the dream. the cats weren't cats she knew. not from her clan, not from starclan. and they circled around her completely, blocking everything. their faces wore blank stares, but in their eyes was a look of anger. and turtlepaw saw this the moment she set foot. these cats were mad at her. she was clueless to why this was; she had never seen the cats in her life. but they seemed to know who she was. and they weren't happy.

none of the cats went straight for her when she appeared. it was as if they were expecting her. no cat even had a look of surprise on their face. they didn't flinch. but fortunately turtlepaw was smart enough to know not to try to get passed them. they circled her for a reason, and that was because they didn't want her getting out. so she waited, staring from face to face, and only seeing the same look on each one. each cat stared right back into her eyes as she looked into theirs, with angry expressions. they still did not say a word.

at this point, turtlepaw was getting nervous. these cats would not stop staring at her, nor would they say anything to her. she was going to sit down at last, since she had not done so since she arrived, when someone's voice was heard and caused her to spin around, forgetting her paws' pleads to rest. "cat. you do no good. you may be young. you may look just as innocent as any other little kit your age. you don't fool our minds. why you came here, we don't know. and you will not be coming back."the words were forming in her mind, and as she was still trying to make sense of them the voice returned this time coming so suddenly and sounding much brisker than before. "cats, attack." cats flung at her pelt, ripping fur and claws out of her. they pounced on her back, making her topple over, and she had no time to fight back before cats had pinned her paws down, her mouth shut, and struck the final bite to her neck.

the dream then vanished, and turtlepaw's eyes shot open in the darkness of the den. her heart was pounding and she took short breaths, gasping for air. moss was sprawled all over the floor, but she could barely sit up and clean it up without shaking and shivering from head to toe. there was no fur or claws ripped out of her, nor was there any scratches, big or small. she definitely wasn't in starclan, so the cats had not killed her, nor done any harm.. just in the dream. she sat in the den, continuing to take short breaths and shiver everywhere, fur standing on end. it took her a very long time to fall back asleep. and when she did, she barely had any time to dream before cats' voices woke her up and her eyes opened to bright sun streaming in the den. she sat up, this time not shivering and not trying to catch her breath, and padded outside of the den, seeing cats up and about, some trying to sort patrols while others were just eating and chatting. turtlepaw flicked her tail in greeting to whoever she passed by, making her way straight to the fresh kill pile. once she arrived, she snatched a fish from the top, trotted over to her favorite spot, and ate it all in a few big bites. licking her lips, satisfied, she sat up and looked around at the other cats, wondering what she could do today...

[katniss,]

[[ Aseka- Accepted. Will reserve those prefixes for you. Quote your form so Kat can add you! ]]
[[ Imperial Fate- I would prefer for him to be a warrior, since we are lacking those. Up to you, however! ]]
[[ Infinity- You're still up... Jeez how you do that shall still remain a medical marvel to me. ene ]]
[[ Fanged- I understand. c: When do you get back? ]]
[[ Okay guys will post soon. c: ]]

[Kat.]

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A pulsing wave of heat seemed to shatter Reedstar's skin. Only seconds after, a frozen chill prickled his spine. The tom shivered and his tail lashed irritabley. "How about Shellsong, you take Eaglepaw and Softpaw, and find Raccoonstrike too, and take them on a border patrol? When you come back, maybe find some apprentices together and do a training session?" Wow. Good plan.

Lightbrook had always been a good brother, but after the death of Reedstar's best friend and companion, Shoresky, it seemed that he and his brother had become... hmm... closer; which was something unusual to happen to Lightbrook, considering how serious he was. Reedstar liked that, because he had felt the need to strengthen the two brothers' bond, anyways.

Reedstar's eyes flickered to the apprentices' den. Crosswinds had called for his apprentice. He wanted to do a harder training exercise with her today, and he needed her to be full of energy when the time came. Maybe it could wait for later? She could hunt, rest, eat again a little later, and then train. His idea might include another apprentice, so... Covepaw? No, the two would need to learn how to fight and train seperately. He learned that the hard way.

When he was only a 'paw, he had a good friend, a she-cat, named Ivorypaw. She had three siblings - Jackalpaw, Salmonpaw, and Splatterpaw. The four apprentices AlWAYS trained together, and they never seemed to want to leave each others' sides. When they were forced to, it seemed like the whole world was going to end. Then, the big battle came. It was against a band of rogues, who seemed to never want to leave. Splatterpaw and Jackalpaw were both fighting - side by side, of course - and they were both killed. Ivorypaw and her last remaining brother, Salmonpaw, were devasted. The little she-cat apprentice actually ended up killing herself over it, and after that Salmonpaw either ran off or was killed out on some walk, because he disappeared soon after.

Even when you have kin, you need to set a boundary. If you get to close and personal, you can get over-attached, which holds you down. Now, that's not to say you shouldn't love your family, but even when things get really really tough or depressing, you HAVE to push through, or you just create a burden to the rest of your Clan.

"I'll take Koiflame and Turtlepaw on a border patrol as well. We'll take the north and east border, and Shellsong's patrol can take the west and south. We'll leave right away." Reedstar saw Turtlepaw come wandering passed him, and had already eaten. "Turtlepaw, let's go. We're heading out on patrol. Koiflame?" he flicked his tail in case the tom hadn't noticed who was talking to him. Reedstar held a lot of respect for Koiflame. He was the only tom here with a mate - and they were expecting kits.

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will role-play her in a few more posts. c:

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[[ OoC;; aww crap, who did I miss? D: ]]

EDIT: Don't quote, I got it c:

[aseka]

~Sharkwave~
-Warrior- Tom- Mood; Discontent- No Apprentice- Tagged; Morningrain-

Sharkwave sat out on the beach as was usual for him but he was in a foul mood today. StarClan was mocking him, he was sure of it. Why was it taking so long for a she-cat to see how great he was? There were plenty of good looking she-cats in the clan, even some that were well within his standards for a mate but none seemed interested in him. He didn't understand it and that annoyed him. He was perfect in every way, he was strong, beautiful and an excellent hunter. Everything a she-cat should want in a mate. So why did not of them court him?
There was only one mated paring in the clan right now and that was Koiflame and Morningrain. He would never have picked Morningrain as a mate for all that she was a nice enough she-cat, she just didn't live up to his standards. He sighed but she was the only she-cat in the clan with a mate right now. Maybe he should ask her? Why none of the she-cats took much interest in him. She would probably know but what if she didn't? He would reveal a weakness to her and she might spread it around.
He sat quietly for a moment, watching the waves come in and out. Should he have it spread around the clan that he was looking to settle down? Maybe there were she-cats interested but were to intimidated to approach him. He smiled, that had to be it. They were just afraid of his rejection. Why hadn't he seen that earlier? It was so obvious. He got to his paws. It was time to see Morningrain, she was the only one that would be in camp all day. She was far too close to giving birth to go wandering and she'd probably enjoy the company and he'd accomplish what he wanted done.
He happily walked back to camp, picking his paws up to keep sand of them as much as possible, making him appear to be prancing. He waved his tail to the departing patrols and made his way to the nursery. Sitting down just outside of the nursery, he called, "Morningrain, are you awake?" He didn't really care if she was or not, she would be now and Morningrain rarely showed any angry and only mild annoyance. He wasn't afraid she'd be mad. "I'd like to talk with you." He said waiting, impatiently for the she-cat to answer and emerge.

[Kat.]

if anyone wants to play one of Morningrain's kits, shoot me a pm :)

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Criss-crossing winds whipped the she-cat's short, soft fur.

Memories. Just memories. That's all the pretty calico's life seemed to be about. Sometimes your thoughts, "memories", can be a beautiful site. Otherwise, they are just nagging, horrible, things.

A wonderful cat strode up to her, whiskers twitching in antipation. "So? What's the news?"

Bad. Bad memories. That's all that pricked Morningrain's spine. Actually... they are great memories. But what happened in them is what caused a life's heartbreak and tragedy.

"You won't believe it..." the smooth voice, sweet as honey, ran like silk from her scared body. The cat suddenly knew what happened.

Morningrain ran her tongue over her calico fur, picking out any debris. Although, it's hard to believe there'd be any. The she-cat grooms herself daily, even if she hasn't moved. Speaking of moving, Morningrain hasn't really got out much. Lightbrook had told her it would only be about eight days until she kitted. She was so excited about the kits, she had already constructed several small moss nests for her new arrivals. The she-cat had also placed some large stones, small twigs, and shaded moss ball in the corner of the den, so she could pull them out when they were old enough to play. "Morningrain, are you awake?" she heard a tom's mew outside the nursery. "Yes, I am. Be right out." oh, here we go again. With the calico's swollen belly, it was even a struggle to stand up.

With a heave, she pushed her body up and strattled her legs to balance. Once her stance was perfected, she stood normally and walked out of the nursery. "This better be important." she whispered, almost silently as for the tom outside not to hear. Morningrain hated hurting cats' feelings. It made her guilty and she would always force herself to make the victim the happiest cat in the world until they forgave her. It was simple common sense, in her mind.

Morningrain had been veiled in the nursery for a while, and when she stepped out in the open, the light blinded her for just a moment. She blinked twice, then lifted her chin to gaze at the cat who had called her: Sharkwave. Morningrain hadn't really known the tom, but he obviously wasn't a bad cat, or else the word would spread like kittencough in a nursery. "I'd like to talk with you." Sharkwave had simply said. "Hello. Fine morning, right?" Morningrain said warmly, trying to start up a friendly conversation. "What's this about?" she purred, wrapping her tail around her paws; expecting a long conversation.

She spotted Koiflame a little ways away, probably about to go on patrol, and she smiled. Nothing cute, nothing fancy, just a loving smile.

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[karkadorr]

- I'll make him a warrior then (: I'll try to finish my form today, but I'm really busy ;-; -