shutting down, votes for v.2 in discussion.

[Clawdina]

Scorchpaw | Female | 11 moons | apprentice


Scorchpaw wakes up, still sleepy. She wanted to close her eyes and go back to sleep, but she didn't know how high the sun was up in the sky and it killed her to not know. When she had first become an apprentice, she doomed herself by choosing the moss bed farthest away from the entrance. She got up and walked to the entrance, finding that the sun was up, but it wasn't very high. Deciding that she shouldn't go back to sleep, Scorchpaw padded out of the apprentice den, and she grabbed a frog from the prey pile. She sat down in a shady area and started eating her frog. As she ate, she wondered about what her warrior name will be. Would it be something she liked or would it be lame? Only time would tell. Within the next moon, she hoped to be a warrior, but that would mean leaving Aspenpaw in the apprentice den. 'Oh well,' she thought to herself 'knowing her, she will fly past her apprenticeship.'

[yoonoh]

tom • ten moons • medicine cat apprentice • medicine cat den • starlingflight
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The young apprentice hadn't slept well the past few nights, as he felt the stress of being a medicine cat start to sink in. With the leader's frail health and the cold season among them, Hazelpaw couldn't help but feel worried for the big responsibility he had. His dark eyes flickered open from the rest he had gotten, although it had only been a few hours that he was asleep. Nevertheless, he knew he had a job to do, and stood up to stretch his legs and start the day. His gaze drifted over to Starlingflight, the deputy Hazelpaw felt strong feelings towards. He wasn't one to show them, though, but he felt sympathy for the cat. They were similar; both of them felt distanced from certain cats. "Good morning, Starlightflight." The apprentice gave the tom a friendly smile as he walked over to him. "Is your paw feeling any better?"

molly • twenty four moons • warrior • camp • webgaze
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Wrenwhisker wasn't one to sleep in, as she always felt that she had an important duty to perform each day and didn't have time for sleep. The previous day, she had gone to bed early to wake up before dawn so she could hunt before the sun rose. The young warrior padded into camp carrying her catches: a small mouse and a slightly larger sparrow. The watery plains weren't usually active with prey at night, but Wrenwhisker begged to differ. She placed her catches on the fresh-kill pile, then her eyes glanced over at Webgaze, who looked as if he was struggling to reach the pile. She reached back down to grab her mouse, then padded over to the elder and offered it to him, giving him a sweet smile as she did so. "Good morning, Webgaze," She purred to him.

[Tsukỉ]

𝗦 𝗧 𝗔 𝗥 𝗟 𝗜 𝗡 𝗚 𝗙 𝗟 𝗜 𝗚 𝗛 𝗧_________________________________
age - 14 moons - tom - tagged ; hazelpaw - crush ; none

"Oh, Hazelpaw." meowed Starlingflight, groaning. "No," he stammered. "If anything I can feel bone gnawing
against my skin. I can't even move my paw," he cried. "and all else is pulsating pain." He'd broken his foot
in an attempt to scale the waterfall, and impress his apprentice, Maplepaw. She'd probably think of him as
a fool and an bigoted idiot who tried to climb up a sacred cave to fetch a squirrel.. serves him right. It was
a miracle Jaystar even gave him an apprentice to be embarassed from. He's a terrible mentor. "Hazelpaw,
I'm starving. If there's anything you can get me, please, even a scrawny thrush," he gagged, thinking of the
bird's rancid taste. "I'd reallllly like it."

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age - 23 moons moons - she-cat - tagged ; none - crush ; none
Ryefur is asleep.

ᎷᎯᏀᏁᎾᏞᎸᎪᏢᎯᏔ__________________________________________
age - 12 moons - she-cat - tagged ; none - crush ; none

"Good morning Magnoliapaw!" a voice of a young she-cat was heard. The fluffy golden apprentice, Magnolia
paw, perked her ears up and turned around, to find Cinderpaw. "Oh, hey, Cinderpaw. Nice morning, isn't it?"
"How was your night?" Cinderpaw asked. "My night? Well, besides some.." giggle "tossing and turning," she
meowed, looking at her paws. "It was alright. I'm going to find Wrenwhisker, how about you? Are you looking
for your mentor, too?"

[yoonoh]

tom • ten moons • medicine cat apprentice • medicine cat den • starlingflight
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Hazelpaw had seen worse paw fractures, however Starlingflight's vivid descriptions of his pain made the apprentice wince, almost as if he could feel the same as him. Luckily, it wasn't too serious and would most likely be healed in a few days, though the tom would have to undergo some more pain if it were to heal. "Hm, I'll have to put some more cobwebs and comfrey root on it," He mewed, half to himself. The tom listened to Starlingflight's pleads for some fresh-kill, and immanently stood up to walk out of the den. "Of course, Starlingflight," He purred before stepping out into camp and padding over to the fresh-kill pile, the scents of the various catches filling his nose. He reached down to pick up a slightly larger shrew, about the size of a moon-old kit. It's juicy scents tempted Hazelpaw to start chewing it, but he reminded himself that it was for Starlingflight. He returned to the den and set the shrew down at the warrior's paws. "I hope this is better than thrush," He cooed, blinking at the tom in affection. He, then, turned away from the tom and began shuffling through the herb storage, pulling out several different medicines. I'll need to find some more cobwebs soon; all of these injuries have used them up, The apprentice thought to himself. He would have to gather more today. Hazelpaw pushed two poppy seeds towards Starlingflight, then sat next to the broken paw and started to chew some comfrey root and stinging nettle into a poultice, examining the injury as he did so. "It seems to have healed slightly, though. Thanks for not messing around with it." Hazelpaw had bad memories of careless cats who always seemed to injure themselves even more after having their wounds healed. Thankfully, Starlingflight was aware of how serious his condition was, and it would have probably been severe if he had acted reckless towards it.

molly • twenty four moons • warrior • camp • webgaze
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Wrenwhisker wasn't one to sleep in, as she always felt that she had an important duty to perform each day and didn't have time for sleep. The previous day, she had gone to bed early to wake up before dawn so she could hunt before the sun rose. The young warrior padded into camp carrying her catches: a small mouse and a slightly larger sparrow. The watery plains weren't usually active with prey at night, but Wrenwhisker begged to differ. She placed her catches on the fresh-kill pile, then her eyes glanced over at Webgaze, who looked as if he was struggling to reach the pile. She reached back down to grab her mouse, then padded over to the elder and offered it to him, giving him a sweet smile as she did so. "Good morning, Webgaze," She purred to him.

[Clawdina]

ShadowClaw | Female | 24 moons | warrior

ShadowClaw woke with a start. Her dreams had carried her too far into darkness which was ironic for her fur color. She could never see herself except for her eyes. She got up and padded slowly and smoothly out of the Warriors den and greeted each cat the she was close to. She padded up slowly to Scorchpaw and greeted her. After a short conversation, ShadowClaw looked around to see if aspenpaw was out of the apprentice den by didn't see her so she walked over to the apprentice den and climbed through the small entrance. "Aspenpaw?" She meowed.

[Megiy]

Webgaze - tom, 170 moons, elder, camp

The elder was slowly making his way to the fresh-kill pile now and saw Wrenwhisker approaching him. His eyes weren't as good as they used to be, but he could make out a mouse in her jaw. His face softened up a bit, so he didn't seem so grumpy as the she-cat came closer. He stopped and looked at her, "Now there's a good clan cat, taking care of the elders before herself, cats could learn something from you." he purred approvingly as she offered him the mouse. "Good, good Wrenwhisker, not the best morning but good. A lot better now that you have brought me this mouse." The old grey tom said. "But you shouldn't be doing the apprentices work, those lazy-bones could learn a thing or two from you!" He sighed and sat down. "At least I'm done with the exercise for today, Swiftcloud says I should be moving more and exercise those sticks of mine." Webgaze said lifting one of his front paws and then putting it back down. "Well enough about me, what is a young warrior like you going to be up to today?"

Stormfur - tom, 40 moons, warrior, warriors den

As Stormfur padded into camp he could see Wrenwhisker putting her prey on the Fresh-kill pile. He figured she was hunting and he was a bit surprised that they didn't bump into each other on the way. They were probably hunting on the different parts of the territory and missed each other by a few moments a the entrance. When he reached the Fresh-kill pile the she-cat was already on her way to the elder Webgaze. Stormfur put down his catch and padded towards the warriors den, nodding a hello to Greyfeather before padding in. He was happy to see that most of the cats were already up. He curling up in his bed and tried to sleep.

Greyfeather - tom, 23 moons, warrior, camp

Greyfeather woke up realising that it was probably time for him to get up. The clan was a bit of a mess lately, the border and hunting patrols not being organised some mornings, so he wanted to be up in case someone would need him. He got up and stretched, yawning at the same time. He quietly padded out of the warriors den and sat a few tail lengths away from the entrance to the den. He observed the camp for a few moments and nodded a hello to Stormfur as he came by. Greyfeather took one more look at the camp his gaze stopping on Cinderpaw who was talking to Mangoliapaw. A pinch of guilt swapped over him. The slender grey tom looked at his paws and took a deep breath. He shook himself and then started to clean up a bit.

Cinderpaw - she-cat, 8 moons, apprentice, camp

Cinderpaw smiled, "Well I'm glad that besides the tossing and turning you had an alright night." said the young ruffly-furred apprentice. "Yeh, but I can't seem to find him/her, you don't think the morning patrols had already left and that he/she would go without me?" Cinderpaw said with a bit of concern in her voice. "Oh by the way, I think I saw Wrenwhisker come into camp with some prey just a few moments ago, so you might find her near the Fresh-kill pile." Cinderpaw added a bit more cheery.

Batpaw - tom, 8 moons, apprentice, camp

Cats didn't seem to stop getting up and Batpaw was turning and changing positioned in his moss bed, trying to catch a bit more of sleep, but as soon as he was falling back into the black someone seemed to got up. His ears twitched every time, he cursed his good hearing, as no mater how quietly the cat tried to leave, it woke him up. Shadowclaw calling for her apprentice Aspenpaw was the last straw. He let out a quiet low growl into his fur, then raised his head. His eyes were opened and his ears pricked up, he was fully awake. He sighed and got up and shook his ruff fur. He padded out of the apprentice den, "Good morning Shadowclaw.", greeting the warrior as he passed her in the exit. Outside he stopped for a moment looking at the sky, wondering if it's going to be a good day, and then padded towards the Medicine cat den, deciding to see what Hazelpaw was up to.

[riiiii]

quietfeather - tags;; x

The tom nearly silently exited the warriors' den when he awoke to the soft buzz of commotion outside. He was a light sleeper, even the faintest pitter patter of a mouse's paws could wake him, and the talking of multiple cats was no exception. Thankfully no one caught the way he nearly tripped over his own paw, which would only add to the embarrassment of being one of the cats up. Even Starlingflight, one of their newest warriors, was up and in the medicine cat's den. He shook the thoughts away, not wanting to trouble himself with other cats' business. Of course, those same thoughts came crawling back as he heard Starlingflight's meows of discomfort. He'd broken his foot, hadn't he? Quietfeather stifled a laugh and padded over to the apprentice's den, where Maplepaw was quietly grooming herself.

"Maplepaw, I have a feeling that your mentor could use some support right now. He's in the medicine cat's den," his soft voice startled the small cat, but still she calmed quickly and made haste to get to her mentor.

maplepaw - tags;; starlingflight, hazelpaw

Maplepaw lost count of how many times she had worried over Starlingflight last night. Her mentor had broken his paw in an attempt to get a squirrel. This was one of the only cats she truly cared about, which was mainly because of how much she admired him, but that was besides the point. She could daydream about Starlingflight all she wanted later, but Quietfeather was nearing the den and she felt obligated to listen. After pretending to get scared so he wouldn't think she couldn't hear him from the warrior's den to there.

"Yes, Quietfeather. I'll get right to him," her voice was hoarse compared to how smooth and gentle his was. She walked across the camp, pricking up her ears at the sound of conversation all around her. There was nothing interesting to hear, so she sped up her pace until she was at the entrance of the medicine cat den. Hazelpaw was with Starlingflight, a shrew separating the two, "can I come in?"

[yoonoh]

tom • ten moons • medicine cat apprentice • medicine cat den • starlingflight, maplepaw
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The medicine cat apprentice could tell whose voice was at the entrance simply from her tone. Maplepaw, Hazelpaw groaned her name in his mind. He didn't particularly dislike the she-cat, but her affection towards Ivypaw irritated him. At times, it seemed as if the two were dating! "Yes," Hazelpaw said simply, not bothering to look back at the other apprentice. He knew how attached the she-cat was to her mentor, and could tell how downhearted she was by his injury. "It isn't fatal, just a little break. If he continues to take care of it, it'll properly heal in a few days," He reassured the she-cat, though his tone was sharp.

molly • twenty four moons • warrior • camp • webgaze
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The she-cat purred at Webgaze's comment. "I assume the apprentices aren't used to waking up so early," She joked. Wrenwhisker listened to what he had to say with her complete focus, as she knew how annoyed elders could get if she acted careless around them. She giggled softly at his humor. "I was just waiting for patrols to be sent out, though I'm clueless on who will take care of them," She replied to his question. "With Starlingflight being in the medicine cat and Jaystar being, well, Jaystar, there doesn't seem like a cat responsible enough to take care of it," The warrior told the older tom. "I can't help but worry about the leader. I haven't seen him get any better since the loss of his mate."

[riiiii]

quietfeather - tags;; x [open for interaction]

He watched as the molly entered the medicine cat den, then looked away in search of more important matters that he could deal with. Part of him wanted to curl back up in his bed of moss but he knew better than to do that. With the young deputy having a broken paw and their leader seldom showing his face in camp, patrols weren't organized as much as they used to be. Even though border patrol weren't the most important thing, as no one dared to step into the place where not even StarClan made their voices heard, there still needed to be some hunting done. The tom shook himself of any bit of fatigue left, a few bits and pieces of moss getting shaken off his body in the process, and headed out into the grassy land surrounding the camp. He thought he could get some hunting done and make himself useful for once, opening his jaws to smell prey. The stench of other cats hit the roof of his mouth and he walked with a slight edge to his step, his growing concern at the idea of loners or rogues beginning to freak him out.

However, he shook away any second thoughts and returned to a mildly easy-going walk. Quietfeather lifted his nose to the air, catching the inviting scent of bird filling his nostrils. He lowered himself to the ground, keeping his ears pricked for another noise.

maplepaw - tags;; starlingflight, hazelpaw

She nodded, acutely aware of Hazelpaw's feelings for her. The tom had never liked her that much, maybe it was just the natural coarse tone of her voice or maybe she had done something to upset him. She had never learned the reason and didn't intend on asking, but if he wanted an argument, he would get one. However, there was a time and a place for something like that and it was neither of those things at the moment.

"Just wanted to check in. Quietfeather could hear him from the warrior's den and advised me to look in," Maplepaw chose her words carefully, confusion beginning to cloud her eyes at how sharp his tone was. She could probably cut her own paw on the edge of his voice. The thought made her stifle a laugh, but she soon regained her composure and continued speaking, "I'll make sure he doesn't do anything that might interrupt the healing process, and you'll be the first to know if something goes wrong. I know this is your job, but thank you for doing this." Despite how short-tempered the molly tended to be, she had respect for those in a higher position than her. Cats in general, she had a great deal of respect for how even in these bad times of abandonment from StarClan they held themselves together. BogClan was more of a family than any of the other Clans she had ever heard stories of. They truly cared about each other, because they needed each other.

[faerie;]

𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓪𝔀
apprentice - molly - ten moons - location;; camp - mood;; groggy - tags;; x [robin is OPEN for interactions!]

Robinpaw raised her muzzle at the sound and buzz of clan life. A few apprentices still slept around her. She shakily stood to her full height of only eleven inches - a height that would only shrink as she came upon her elder days. As weak sunlight filtered through the splits in the wood, Robinpaw finally decided that it would be best if she arose now for the day, certain that the senior warriors would be on her tail for sleeping in on the dreary day. The molly let her paws drag across the sandy ground as she padded out of the apprentice den. She leaped onto the roof of the den, allowing her a better view of the clan that continued small talk with each other. She sat and waited, though impatiently, for the fresh-kill pile crowd to clear before snagging a mediocre-sized mouse. She bounded back to where she sat only moments before, seizing her position again as she tore into her morning meal.

𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓴
warrior - tom - thirty moons - location;; forest - mood;; irritable - tags ;; x [bear is OPEN for interactions!]

Bearmask stalked the bushy tail of a squirrel, his haunches low to the ground as he approached with mute steps, careful not to scare the prey away. One awkward step and he would lose his breakfast - for himself and his clan. A rumble could be heard as hunger clawed at his stomach. The sound alerted the squirrel, who scurried off under a nearby bush for immediate shelter. Finally breaking, Bearmask let a growl of irritability escape from his lips. Disappointed with his daily hunt, he swung his body towards camp and stomped back, his tail lashing. He bit into the scruff of a dead rabbit as he approached the fresh kill pile. His amber gaze was narrowed, easily clouded with anger as he sat, leaning against the warrior den. He clawed into his meal ravenously, angry that an apprentice probably caught his meal instead of himself. Bearmask was fully aware that he should be grateful that these cats decided to feed their clan before themselves, but he continued to blanket himself in anger at the fact that he hadn't been able to catch his own prey for the past moon or so.