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𓃲xxe l k s t r i d e.
a massive maine coon tabby tom with richly-colored black-brown
fur and pale green eyes — 33 moons — warrior

location: camp ; heading to the river
tags: eaglepaw, stonestrike, robinsong, silverstrike

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Elkstride came to an abrupt stop when Silverstrike suddenly appeared, meowing that she’d like to come. He blinked at her with wide eyes, watching as she reassured the grizzled old tom that was her father. The broad-shouldered warrior wasn’t quite sure what had made him come to such a screeching halt (it wasn’t like she’d startled him), but he figured perhaps it was because he didn’t ever talk with her that much and now she wanted to tag along on his patrol. Now, he wasn’t one to be proud or self-centered, but he knew his track record as both an apprentice and a younger warrior often garnered the veneration of his clanmates; in Silverstrike’s case, Elkstride certainly admired her and often wondered if she thought anything of him. But, while brave and noble in the face of danger or conflict, he wasn’t the best when it came to socialization, especially with she-cats.
indentLetting Silverstrike take care of her business before they set off into the forest, he watched her with warm eyes, easing up now that the initial shock of her proposal was wearing off. Finally, she padded up to join them and Elkstride gave her a welcoming nod as he turned and slipped through the entrance with the others in his wake. They hadn’t gone far when a familiar oof floated into the air, preceded by a rapid scuffling of feet and rustling leaves. The tabby tom knew Eaglepaw had likely stumbled on his overburdened paws, and though he knew his apprentice was likely alright, he glanced over his shoulder and gave the ginger cat a quick once-over, just to be sure. Silverstrike’s statement also came as a surprise to him, and though he didn’t gasp like Eaglepaw had, the faintest of pauses marked his step. Though she hadn’t addressed him directly, Elkstride found himself wanting to defend his leader — well, at least try to see some reason in his action. “Perhaps that’s the only thing he think he can do. Maybe he just can’t see other options or possibilities like we can.” Elkstride inwardly winced, hoping he didn’t sound too harsh and that Silverstrike would recognize that he wasn’t trying to criticize her father.

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𓅪xxl a r k p a w.
a pretty and spirited golden tabby she-cat with a lean build and
pale blue-green eyes — 8 moons — apprentice

location: camp
tags: windpaw, twistedpath; burdockclaw (mention)

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With her mentor currently busy grieving and eating beside Gullnose, Larkpaw worked her claws in the dirt beneath her, trying to decide what to do. She didn’t want to just sit around as a target for Birchstar to potentially leap on, and she definitely did not want to help prepare Finchflight’s body for burial. The thought of touching the once vibrant warrior’s now dead, cold carcass was a haunting prospect, and Larkpaw wasn’t keen on making it come true. She perked up suddenly when she heard someone say “training” and turned to see that it had been Twistedpath, Windpaw’s mentor. Something fluttered in her chest at the thought of being with her grumpy denmate for a session and she immediately trotted over to them. What to say...what to say.... Straightening her composure, she did her best to look confident, but not too confident. “Hello, Twistedpath,” she chirped with a respectful dip of her head. “Burdockclaw says that she needs some time to grieve. Would it be okay if I come with you to train? She said she’d rather me be with someone else than have me go out on my own.”
indentOf course, Burdockclaw hadn’t said any of this, but Larkpaw figured it was what her mentor would have said had she actually spoken to her apprentice — probably. While she was waiting for Twistedpath to reply, she gave Windpaw a small smile of greeting. She knew he could be a bit testy and thus didn’t say anything to him yet, wanting to choose her words carefully so as not to make him angry at her.

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𓂀xxa m i r a.
a mischievous golden-eyed she-cat with glossy black fur and a tall,
slender build — 29 moons — rogue / loner

location: forest (clan territory)
tags: open

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Amira peeked out from under the tangled roots of an ancient redwood, her eyes as wide as an owl’s. At her paws lay a felled woodpecker, its body having grown stiff and cold before she could eat it. She’d been in hiding for many moments now, having dived for cover when she’d heard the gruesome sounds of a dying cat; then, before she could go investigate, a clan patrol had come by and found their fallen warrior. The sleek rogue definitely had not wanted to get caught up in that ordeal, and thus had high-tailed it away with the catch she’d made on the clan’s own land. Now that the coast was clear, she was determined to sneak off before any more of them came sniffing around for clues. Leaning down to pick up the bird, she slowly began to stalk towards the border, keeping to the shadows and throwing glances over her shoulder every few paces. Not for the first time she wished she wasn’t stuck wearing a stupid collar — something she’d obviously learned to live with but could definitely do without. After she’d gone several foxlengths from the scene, she relaxed into a more steady pace in order to appear like she had no idea what had just happened.

[Fawnie]

[☼] Ｓｕｎｐａｗ [☼]
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Sunpaw's ears flicked at the sound of a soft voice to her right. Her eyes followed the sound, retreating from observing the other apprentices and recognizing Lotuspaw as the owner of the voice. Lotuspaw was one of the few apprentices Sunpaw actually liked, but she hated that they had to have conversation over a subject like this. She frowned, and shook her head, meeting the she-cat's somber yellow gaze with her hard green one. "Frankly, no." She mewed, pausing to watch the action that was now unfolding in the center of camp. Birchstar finally deemed an investigation necessary, and she watched as Silverstrike and Elkstride left with- of course- Eaglepaw. "It was probably a cat from another clan or a rogue, perhaps even a fox." Sunpaw added as the investigators disappeared from sight.

It wouldn't be a clan-cat, that just... didn't make sense. Her pelt tensed at the thought as she hadn't seen her mentor all morning. Ravenclaw is that type, right? She rolled her shoulders in an attempt to shake the nervous energy. Lotuspaw still seemed visibly shaken, and Sunpaw wasn't really the best at comforting. "What do you think Wolfheart has planned for you today?" She asked in her best attempt to change the subject, offering a slightly warmer expression; however, she still couldn't shake the chill Ravenclaw's absence left her with.

[︾] Ｓｔｏｎｅｓｔｒｉｋｅ [︾]
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The silver tom was relieved as his fellow clan-mates began their call-to-actions against Birchstar's accusation. Stonestrike was the type to listen first, then speak. He found it the wisest way to communicate, because if at least one cat in the clan was listening and paying attention before speaking, then they would have the power to hone everyone's thoughts into one agreed upon concept. However, the consensus was pretty unanimous in this case, and he simply nodded his head when he was asked by Elkstride to show the others where he and Snowfall had found Finchflight.

The warrior lead Elkstride and Eaglepaw, and later Silverstrike as she joined in as well, through the forest as quickly as he could without running. However when Eaglepaw tripped, Stonestrike couldn't help but feel at fault, and he gradually slowed the pace without being too obvious to accommodate to the apprentice's unique difficulty. Silverstrike's comment on her father's behavior followed quickly after, and his whiskers twitched in thought at the idea. Stonestrike was an apprentice when Birchstar started showing signs of deterioration, so it was hard for the warrior to see their leader in this light, but he also knew that Silverstrike's words came from a hurt only family can share. Elkstride chimed in on the thought with a new take, and Silverstrike definitely appreciate his attempt to rationalize. However Silverstrike couldn't help but feel as though the she-cat was really just in need of comfort, but he wasn't particularly close with the leader's daughter, so he offered an empathetic flick of his tail in acknowledgment of her comment.

Soon enough, a crisp sensation reached his senses that carried traces of mud, fish, and blood. He wasn't sure how to put it delicately that they were going to have to follow the smell of blood to find the exact location of the warrior's death, so he quickened his pace and followed the trail hoping to reach its location before the others had to come to the same realization. "Snowfall and I found her over here." He called to the rest of the group, his voice firm and orange eyes perplexed as he studied the area. "It might be helpful to spread out and check surrounding areas as well, I'll search for clues along the river bed." He suggested.

[Scoinwolf]

Sandtail || tom, warrior, 24 moons | tagged: out in the territory, close to Amira
Sandtail took a deep breath, suddenly feeling suffocated by his brother's presence. And it wasn't just Russeheart. The whole camp was too small for once and the long tom just needed to get out of there.
"Sandtail?"
The pale tabby hadn't realized he had pushed past his brother until Russeheart called after him in shock. The young warrior turned back to see the large russet tom standing where he had left him, staring in confusion. "I need some air." Sandtail meowed curtly and bounded towards the entrance. Once out of camp he picked up speed, racing blindly through the territory. The lanky tabby let his paws carry him in no direction in particular.
They lead him to the river. Balking at the sight, Sandtail turned around at once, unable to face that again. Instead he turned away towards the border, walking far more slowly now, head drooping and tail dragging along the ground. With all the thoughts swirling in his head he completely missed the scent trail of Amira, not realizing he was heading in the same direction as her.

Russetheart || tom, warrior, 24 moons | tagged: Cloudsong, in camp
Still startled by his brother's sudden exit, Russetheart took a pace back and instead surveyed the camp. Spotting Cloudsong off to the side, the large russet tom headed over towards her, blinking in greeting as he stopped next to the she-cat. "Hey, Cloudsong." He meowed softly. "Mind if I join you?" Aware that he was typically quite the chatterbox, Russetheart didn't want to impose. But he could really use someone to sit with right now, still shaken by the sudden death of their clanmate. Cloudsong had always seemed to know exactly what to say when he came to her with troubles in the past and he was hoping she'd be able to help him once again make sense of the chaos that was the thoughts running around in his mind right now.

Darksky || she-cat, warrior, 24 moons | tagged: Ravenclaw + the hunting patrol
"I'm certain this bird couldn't figure out how to fly either." Darksky's whiskers twitched in amusement. The large pigeon had been pecking at something near the base of a tree and was distracted, an easy catch. At mention of the thrush she perked up. "Hm! I think a warm meal would do him good." She had picked up on Ravenclaw's unease and, while she wasn't fond of openly speaking ill about her leader, Birchstar had been acting particularly strange recently. She had seen him refusing treatment from the medicine cats and was worried the old tom wasn't eating properly either. He certainly wasn't grooming, that was for sure. Flicking an ear, Darksky looked down at her paws and poked lightly at her prey, showing unease herself. Her mind was suddenly flooded with worries for their frail leader and the she cat hesitated to voice them. "Have, um, have you noticed anything .. off about Birchstar this past moon?" She began cautiously. While she had been noticing a decline in the old tom's health for a few moons now there was just something about the past moon that really bothered her and she couldn't quite put a paw on what exactly it was.

[Kydashing]

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Greyflower - She-cat - 25 moons - No crush/mate currently - Warrior - Tags: Patrol

The dusty grey she-cat was at the end of the patrol. Her bright yellow eyes watched ahead of her, the cats speaking to one another and the apprentice Eaglepaw keeping up with the group. A soft smile was on her face, regardless of the worry and concern in her mind at the moment.
Death had come suddenly for a warrior of the clan, and Greyflower was just as confused as the rest of the clan. Her smile was wiping away as she remembered the news being said, and the Leader's decision of what to do next. Not everyone was pleased, but Greyflower had no reason to see why not to.
So, she had stayed silent as the cats before her spoke on the subject. There wasn't anything she could say anyway, so she kept her eyes open and ears up while she padded on with a steady grace.

Ashpaw - Tom - 12 moons - No crush/mate currently - Apprentice/ Mentor is Robinsong - Tags: open

Ashpaw had recently gotten himself together again after the news spread within camp and hearing the Leader speak. He now was sitting where he was at the meeting, but alone now. It was probably a bit odd of him being there in the middle of camp like he was. His pale blue eyes slowly peeked around the area, seeing if anyone was watching him. No one, alright. I will see if i can be useful then. He stood up, his legs quite long now.
He was still trying to get used to his growth spurt that left him obvious of his upcoming warrior test. No longer a small little kit, Ashpaw knew he needed to be of use or he'd be scowled at for sure. But what could he do?

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[オオタチ]

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Lavenderbreeze nodded and thought of a topic Snowfall, what's your favorite prey? Mine is hares she said hoping her question was good enough to take her mind of it, She sat next to the she and awaited her answer. Lavenderbreeze shuffled her paws and looked up at the sky, it was a grey blue colour with fluffy clouds, the ground below was boggy with green patches and there was grass stuck in her pads, above the panicky she there were tall mountains and tall trees on them. Lavenderbreeze swished her tail to the right and started kneading the soft ground. Lavenderbreeze frowned, she had not many friends but felt she could become closer with Snowfall.

Lavenderbreeze looked into the worried cats eyes and hoped her question would take her mind of the...Event that just happend.

Sorry for the shorter post i'm in a bit of a tangle... again

[lovestruck]

Twistedpath

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i.shecat ii. 41 moons iii. warrior
iv. mood: scared v. location: camp vi. tags: Adderbite, Windpaw, Wolfheart, Lotuspaw, Larkpaw
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Twistedpath shook her head sadly, and mewed softly, “That’s true, it’s so sad to see him deteriorate like this. He was once such a noble leader.” She listened to the point tom, and nodded in agreement. “Everyone is in grief, and pointing paws will just cause unrest and distrust.” She paused, as Windpaw approached her, and she flicked her ears towards her apprentice. She flicked her ears back slightly. If there truly was a dangerous cat out there, it probably wasn’t safe to train. Perhaps if they took another warrior and his or her apprentice along. She scanned the camp, before finding Wolfheart, looking for Lotuspaw no doubt. Twistedpath nodded, “Yes, we’ll go with Wolfheart and Lotuspaw, in case it’s still dangerous.” She glanced apologetically at Adderbite, and mewed softly, “We can talk more later?” Adderbite was easy enough to talk to, and he was a handsome tom. Twistedpath wasn’t quite sure she had a crush on him, but perhaps she did have a small one. She flicked her tail, beckoning Windpaw to come with her, glancing back at Adderbite with a soft, apologetic smile. As Windpaw spoke, she smiled amusedly. “I suppose that would be fine, and you’re right, you may need to know how to fight if there’s a threat to the clan.” She approached Wolfheart tentatively. “Would you and Lotuspaw like to go train with Windpaw and I? I think some battle training could serve them well.” She then flicked her ears as another apprentice approached her- Larkpaw. Twistedpath glanced at the young tabby, and nodded. “I wouldn’t mind at all, maybe you could even teach Windpaw a few things-yeah?” the mottled shecat said with an amused look in her eye. This training session would be a bit big with three apprentices, but Twistedpath would be able to handle it if Wolfheart decided to come along. Being such a motherly cat, Twistedpath enjoyed having the apprentices around, and their spirits were uplifting. Most of the apprentices were always so curious and excitable, and it made Twistedpath happy to know she was helping the next Generation of Stormclan cats. Twistedpath glanced at Wolfheart, awaiting her decision. The shecat wasn’t so sure she would want to go out with two apprentices if another warrior didn’t tag along- because they’d be a handful, and if there was a threat out there, Twistedpath likely couldn’t hold them off alone.

Cloudsong

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i.shecat ii. 21 moons iii. warrior
iv. mood:distraught v. location: camp vi. tags: open
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The light pelted shecat couldn’t take her eyes off of Finchflight’s limp body. She had once been such a noble warrior, and a friend of Cloudsong’s. Cloudsong could feel nothing but pain in her heart for the lost life. She took in a shaky breath, and ripped her gaze away from the lifeless body. There was no way one of her clan had done this to Finchflight- right? Cloudsong looked up, hearing pawsteps coming her way. Ah, it was Russetheart. He looked rather troubled by something, likely Finchflight’s death. “No, I don’t mind at all. Are you alright- you look troubled.” The large tom had always been rather talkative, and Cloudsong didn’t mind listening to him and adding in a word or two if he needed advice. He was a friend of sorts, she supposed, and she would help him, or any of her clan, without a second thought.

Minnowpaw

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i.tom ii. 7 moons iii. medicine cat apprentice
iv. mood: nervous v. location: forest; camp vi. tags: clan; Littlechirp, Midnightpaw
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Minnowpaw believed he remembered the herbs necessary for the burial- mint and rosemary, but there was another he’d forgotten, in the back of his mind. It would come back to him, he hoped, or if not, he could ask Littlechirp when she came back from speaking to Birchstar. “I think so, yes,” he meowed softly to his mentor, padding towards their den. On the way, she caught Midnightpaw’s mentor telling her to help him and Littlechirp out. He paused, and turned a little. After Silverstrike had left, Midnightpaw had a smug look on her face as she walked over to the fresh kill pile. He trotted over to her, his tail swaying nervously. “Erm, aren’t you supposed to be helping us with the burial?” he asked, looking at her curiously. He wasn’t quite sure that eating before you do your duties was against the rules, but he had a feeling it was- anyways, he couldn’t tell Midnightpaw what to do. “Well, whenever you feel like contributing to your clan, you know where I’ll be!” he said cheerfully, turning and walking over to the medicine den. He wondered what it was like to be a regular apprentice- they had such different duties and training. And they could have crushes and mates without being frowned upon. Minnowpaw sighed. This was the path he’d chosen, though, and he liked it. He’d always known Starclan was drawing him to be a medicine cat, and even though there were downs, there were also downs to being a warrior! He returned to his cheerful optimistic self, tearing his thoughts away from negative things. He walked into his den, and sniffed out the mint and rosemary. Then he spotted a light purplish flower. It was called lavender, Minnowpaw thought, and it might be the last burial herb. He dug in his memory for some clue about it, but could find none. Well, he could only hope he was right. Minnowpaw picked up a few of the herbs in his jaw, leaving the rest for the next load- or if Midnightpaw decided to help.

[Zillow]

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Midnightpaw freely trotted to the apprentice den but was stopped mid way through the progress back to her lovely and comfortable nest with her tasty Shrew she would eat this morning. Of course her plan was spotted mid way when a apprentice who she recalled was the apprentice of the medicine cat, the strong aroma of different herbs came off of the tom as she flicked her tail back and forth narrowing her eyes when he mentioned something about helping out. "I think you are mistake, I am not helping." Midnightpaw told his as she wrinkled her muzzle of course before she could continue the younger tom cut her off and told her whenever she felt like contributing to the clan she could. Midnightpaw's stomach churned feeling as if she was going to vomit up her insides, she was disgusted by cheerful and happy cats, she could never understand why they were always happy and cheerful over something small. They could hardly stand up for their selves when it came to some things and some where simply weak in her view. Cats like them were just another thing she hated, and it seemed like her list would continue to grow and grow no matter what. 'I am contributing to this clan by doing whatever what I want.' she thought bitterly as she rolled her eyes and scoffed. In the progress she almost dropped the shrew but grabbed a hold of it quickly. Midnightpaw turned her attention back onto her plan and bounded towards the apprentice den, lashing her tail she enter the den and settled down in her own nest and began eating her shrew in peace looking a bit joyful that she could be left alone now.

[Aesthxtically_Insxn]

ℙ𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕡𝕒𝕨/𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟:ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕡/ 𝔸𝕘𝕖: 𝟞 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕤/𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: 𝕊𝕙𝕖-𝕔𝕒𝕥/ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕜:𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖/ 𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕤:𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟

Petalpaw had finally awoken, her emerald green eyes fluttered open, realizing she had been sleeping on her side, everything in her view was sideways. She rolled onto her stomach, lifting her head as she felt the soft rays of the sun beam through the entrance of the den. It felt good on her pelt, so she just laid there for a few moments, before getting to her paws, Darksky surely must be waiting for her, she was excited for another day of training, besides, if she wanted to one day become a great warrior, she better get her learning in. That put a smile across her muzzle just thinking about it. She padded out of the den, her ears shifted softly over her head as she looked around camp, Darksky nowhere in sight and she frowned. She felt the warm rays of the sun, much more relaxing outside then in the shade of the apprentice's den.

[LittleTrain]

Splashpaw
Tom||Apprentice||Crush: -----||Location: Camp||Tags: Open

In the apprentices den, a young bicolored tom was just waking up. A soft yawn and groan were heard as the cat slowly stood and stretched, shaking the sleep from himself as he soon emerged from the den. Splashpaw smiled a bit sleepily as he walked out into camp, looking around with slightly glazed eyes before going to sit by himself. He began to groom himself, starting with his ears and working his way down.

Embershade
Tom||Warrior||Crush:-----||Location: Territory||Tags: Open

It was quiet in the area, a mouse scuffling along the ground, peacefully unaware of an orange cat sulking behind him. Within a flash the mouse disappeared under a mass of orange fur, emitting a squeal before it lost it's life with a bite to the neck. Embershade smiled as he lifted the mouse up in his jaw, ears flickering as he turned to start heading back to camp, needing to pick up the vole he caught afterwards. He purred contently as he walked, eyes glimmering happily as he enjoyed the new leaf heat.

[Nyverria]

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➣ The scarred grey warrior finally spotted Lotuspaw talking with Sunpaw. Before she had the chance to go get her, the molly heard the voice of Twistedpath asking her a question. Perking her ears, Wolfheart turned to face Twistedpath and noticed Windpaw behind her and Larkpaw approaching and asking Twistedpath to join them. Returning her attention to the older warrior she simply nodded her head " Of course." Wolfheart mewed as she gazed at the two apprentices and back to Twistedpath. "Let me fetch Lotuspaw and we will meet you at the camp entrance." she added with the flick of her tail.

Walking off, the grey warrior made her way over to Lotuspaw and Sunpaw, "Lotuspaw let's go train with Twistedpath, Windpaw and Larkpaw." Wolfheart spoke as she looked at her apprentice. She gazed over at Sunpaw giving the apprentice a nod of greetings before returning her attention to her apprentice.