prideclan - lgbt+ warriors - open!

[Toxi+Bbun]

(okay im typing up a paper now so i'll be gone for the rest of the night-)

[duckteeth]

[@raining-pouring accepted! good job finding similar sibling pics for the cats too thats so hard to do tbh
@Bbun please do finish your paper first omg]

wrenstar - 34 moons

Wrenstar hopped off of the tree stump she had been lounging on at the appearance of Morningnose. "Morning," she purred, "I think you're the first one up, or at least the first one out of the den." Peering over at the fresh-kill pile, or lack thereof, she added, "But yes, a hunting patrol would be really great right about now. And defintely bring Owlpaw along! Would you like me to see if one of the other mentors would want to join the two of you? I think Owlpaw could use a little time spent with other apprentices his age, but I'm sure you know better than I do."

Though Wrenstar had been leader of PrideClan for a while now, she was still nervous about going about leaderly duties and making commands. In the short time she'd been a member of her old clan, she'd gotten used to following orders, and even as PrideClan grew she hadn't expected it to turn into a more formal clan with the same sort of positions.

[Courier.]

➥ I have a paper due too ;A; procrastination is fun TT ^ TT
➥ I will try to have a post up shortly!

[duckteeth]

[no need to rush yourself!]

[raining-pouring]

{{ thanks! haha. c: }}

| birchfeather | she-cat (cis-gender) | homoromantic demisexual | warrior | tagged: wrenstar |

birchfeather slowly began to emerge from her slumber. it had been a difficult night, for the she-cat was not accustomed to her new den, her new nest, or the new scents and sounds of the territory around her... she struggled into a sitting position, her muscles stiff and aching from their voyage the day prior. she gazed groggily about the den, noticing that most of her clan mates were still asleep. birchfeather briskly combed through her pelt with her tongue in order to look presentable before she tiptoed out into the clearing, careful not to wake her clan mates. she noticed wrenstar and morningnose just across the way, and approached the two she-cats quietly. when there seemed to be a pause in the conversation, birchfeather chimed in. "is there anything i can do, wrenstar?" they had just settled in to their new camp, and it would be necessary for them to begin some house keeping.

| stormfoot | tom (cis-gender) | homoromantic pansexual | warrior | tagged: none |

a rustle nearby caused stormfoot to raise from his sleep. it was birchfeather, his sister, who was now moving about in her nest. the tom opened one eye to glance outside the den, and his gaze was met with the dull orange haze of morning sunlight peering over treetops and pooling at the entrance. it's too early to be up and about... he told himself, closing his eyes once more. he adjusted himself so he faced the back of the den, his nose buried in his tail, wound in a tight ball.

[honeydont]

t a n n a h e a r e

Tannaheare padded quietly into the camp, noting the general emptiness. Most cats were still asleep at this time of day, the ex-rouge mused. He himself had been up for hours already; Tannaheare rarely slept a full night through and he'd gone for a walk just for so he didn't have to sit in the den and listen to the snores of the other warriors. He'd spotted Wrenstar in the forest but had been too shy to say hello.

The bulky tom made his way towards the leader's den, noting that Wrenstar and Morning nose seemed to be the only cats up. No, Birchfeather had joined them. His ears flickered as he caught their conversation. Tannaheare stopped about a foot behind the three of them, listening. "I would like to help as well," he added in a rough voice.

[nio]

wolfpaw - they/them - tagged: snowfoot

the young apprentice yawned as they stretched, claws unsheathed and arms reaching forward as they dug their claws into the dirt. many of the other cats were awake now, and wolfpaw really wanted to improve their hunting, as it wasn't their strong suit... at all. the gray tabby hadn't got the hang of hunting yet. they were too loud and their movements were clumsy, which scared away the prey. wolfpaw looked around to find their mentor, snowfoot. after quickly scanning the camp for the tom, the apprentice spotted him laying in the sun.

wolfpaw noticed that a bunch of cats had gathered near wrenstar and where talking about a hunting patrol. as much as wolfpaw wanted to go, they know that they'd mess up big time and embarrass themself in front of everyone which was something they absolutely could not have happen. wolfpaw didn't really want to be rude and disrupt their mentor's nap, but they were starting to get bored of just sitting around. they padded up to the warrior and meowed, "sorry to interrupt your nap, snowfoot. i was wondering if we could go practice hunting? i need to, uh, sharpen my skills."

[ i haven't rped in years so sorry if my skills are a bit rusty! ]

[parfom]

- wildflame . she/it . dmab . quipanromantic pansexual -
Wildflame blinked hey eyes open against the bright light; Hissing because of her eyes hurt, she slowly stretched and made her way out of the camp. Some of the cats were already buisy, asking the leader, Wrenstar, what to do. The camp had been resrttled. Wildflame bent over and picked a piece of moss out of her fur; She hadn't slept greatly, since she wasn't used to hernew nest and den yet. Stretching once again, she made her way towards the group of cats to askthe leader what to do.

[Zitface]

hornpaw - male - he/him-his - apprentice

Hornpaw stretched himself out as he woke in the morning after the trip to the new camp. Looking around, he flicked his whip-like tail idly and decided to check in with Featherstep. Hornpaw figured she'd need some help, and deciding to make himself useful, trotted off. One he neared the opening to the medicine den, he poked his head in. "Featherstep! Do you need any assistance?"

[Courier.]

[[ Yey for long intro post v u v ]]

Mistyfire- genderfluid - currently masculine - pansexual - mood neutral - tagged- n.a
As the sun made its debut appearance, the first golden rays of sunlight washing over the new camp brought with it the hope for a new, better day. But despite how beautiful and hopeful they were, for Mistyfire, they were still unwelcome. Last night sleep had come swiftly as they were exhausted after the long, arduous journey. But for this cat, the journey had started from the day they had decided to come out. Figuring their mother, of all cats, should be understanding, they had told her in confidence what they had known ever since apprenticeship. Predictably, it had not gone well. Unable to reconcile with what she didn't understand she had publicly shunned them, and feeling the tension on all sides, Mistyfire fled. A group of senior warriors was dispatched to chase them off the territory, all the while snapping at their heels and hurling jeers and insults.

Mistyfire had lived alone for a while, before hearing rumors of a group of cats like them. Different. He followed a loner's directions and came across Wrenstar and her band of cats. Even though Mistyfire was feeling tired and crabby this morning, no cat could deny MIstyf'ire's intense gratefulness to Wrenstar for allowing them to become part of the new Clan. As the sun rose, it symbolized a new day, a new start. Mistyfire opened their eyes. Perhaps they should get up after all. It would be selfish to not participate in patrols. So with a huff, the black and white cat rose to their paws, and padded in the camp centre, nose sniffing all the new scents, of elm and pine, of robin and mouse, of their new clanmates. And Mistyfire felt a sense of belonging, for the first time in ages. And that feeling was welcome.