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[Zillow]

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I. 10 moons II. ♀ III. apprentice IV. Location;; Apprentice den V. tags;; Minnowpaw > Open VI. Crush;; Opened VII. Sliverstrike
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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.

[rookfern]

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she-cat ◉ 33 moons ◉ in camp clearing ◉ mentoring thunderpaw ◉ no tags

◉ Hawkstep groomed her back, doing her best to drown out the sounds of the waking clan. Not that anyone was really asleep anymore... the death of a respected warrior had made sure of that. The she-cat was still a bit shaken over Finchflight's death—though murder was more succinct if one followed Birchstar's word. Hawkstep had never been close to the warrior—she'd probably only ever spoken a few words with her—but her absence was off putting; suspicion and unease were also setting strife rampant in the camp.

Hawkstep uncoiled her stiff shoulders and stretched out her long form. There was a patch of unkempt fur between her shoulders that she couldn't reach, but she couldn't bring herself to care at the moment. As long as it didn't start itching... Her gaze drifted to the fresh-kill pile. It was looking a bit low with everyone snagging a morning bite to eat; there were also a few hunting patrols out, so there was no use in going out by herself. Her stomach rumbled faintly, but she ignored it. She'd have time to eat later. Instead, she headed for the apprentices' den and seated herself outside it, curling her tail over her paws. Her apprentice should be rising soon. If he didn't... well, it'd be another lesson to teach him.

[anonymous.aa]

( name thunderpaw ) - ( gender tom ) - ( age thirteen moons ) - ( rank apprentice ) - ( mood surprised ) - ( tags hawkstep )

thunderpaw woke up in the amidst of anxious voices and feet. he got up and started to blink hazily until his vision was normal again. he shook his orange tabby pelt free from moss and burrs and padded out of the apprentice den. when doing so he regreted everything as he saw a dead she-cat body and the faces of everycat horrified, scared, and even trembling. the scent of fear was so strong he could bet that even a kitty-pet could smell it, not that he knew where some local kitty-pets were.

the young she-cat, finchflight. although thunderpaw did not know her well he did know one thing, she was a loyal cat and a kind one, too. he stared at the body for a few, looking at the other cats, too, most of them done grieving and starting to work. but, deep down, he knew most of them were scared and were probably gossiping already about the sudden death. he sighed.

he got up and padded over to his mentor whom was near the apprentice's den, hawkstep, looking up at her eyes, searching for any signs of sadness or even other things. he looked at birchstar this time, seeing him frantically walking, probably thinking about what to do. "um, hawkstep what are we going to do today?"

[rookfern]

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she-cat ◉ 33 moons ◉ in camp clearing ◉ mentoring thunderpaw ◉ tag; thunderpaw

◉ Hawkstep followed her apprentice's gaze to where their leader was pacing. She watched him for a few heartbeats before turning her attention back to Thunderpaw. "Hunting training. Your stealth could use a little work." The she-cat rose, giving the frayed cats wandering the clearing one last glance. "C'mon." She flicked her tail and started for the camp entrance. Not looking back to see if the young tom was following, she started towards the northern border.

[Scoinwolf]

Sandtail || tom, warrior, 24 moons | tagged: out in the territory, close to Amira
Flicking his tail with a slight curse of 'mousedung' Sandtail halted his tread and lifted up his right front paw, glaring at the thorn that he had stepped on as if will alone could force it out. The sandy cat sat down heavily and began lapping at his pads until his teeth could catch on the protruding end of the thorn, grasping it tightly and tugging it from his paw with a quick movement of his head. Once clear he spat it out underneath a low hanging bush where it shouldn't be in the way of anyone else. With a sigh Sandtail flicked his paw and watched a few drops of blood splatter onto the ground. Great.
Oh well, he would continue onward. Now that he had been pulled from his stupor he caught the unfamiliar scent trail that he had been unknowingly following. "Loner?" He murmured to himself, eyes narrowing. Could they have seen or been involved in the murder? He lowered his head and began tracking the trail properly.

Russetheart || tom, warrior, 24 moons | tagged: Cloudsong, in camp
Russetheart sat down next to her with a heavy sigh, shifting his front paws around and staring down at them as he struggled to find the words needed to express the anxieties building up within himself. As per usual the large russet tom wasn't quite aware of the concept of personal space, and so he had chosen to place himself a little closer to her than what was necessarily the proper distance for friends, their fur almost brushing. He didn't realize it, of course, but if Cloudsong were to shift away he wouldn't be bothered either. Probably wouldn't notice with how restless he was.
"I guess I'm just .." He shuffled his paws again, unable to keep completely still. When the clan had lost so many of their senior warriors to illnesses over leaf-bare, he had had time to prepare himself for their loss. None of them had come so suddenly and so out of nowhere. "Can it be true? What Birchstar says? Sandtail thinks one of our clanmates is a murderer. Or at least that a cat is responsible." He was struggling to understand what his position was on the issue. On one hand everything about this screamed murder to him, it was too clear a site, suspiciously bare of evidence, for Finchflight's death to be an accident. But his faith in the warrior code was great and he couldn't imagine any of their clanmates to be that dismissive of it to actually turn on one another.
Having successfully spooked himself, Russetheart shook his head violently and sternly told his heart to stop its racing. "No, no, that's not right." The large tom huffed out a breath accompanied by an eye roll. "There's bound to be a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this. My brother's paranoia must just be rubbing off on me." Gently he nudged her shoulder with his own. "I actually .. I actually came over 'cause I wanted to make sure you're alright. You've always been there to comfort me, and I know I'm not the best pick of cats to return the favor, but, if you ever need to talk to someone, I'll be there for you too. Contrary to popular belief, I actually can be a good listener." He tried for some humor with that last bit but his offer was genuine.

Darksky || she-cat, warrior, 24 moons | tagged: Ravenclaw + the hunting patrol
Darksky hummed in agreement. "I'm not sure he realizes my brothers are two different cats, sometimes he speaks as if they are the same one." She could understand that the two were similar in voice, and Russetheart was basically a darker version of Sandtail when it came to coat colors, but while Sandtail was thin and lanky Russetheart was large and stocky. "You're right though, he is getting quite old now. Even the elders when I was a kit would tell me tales of knowing him as a warrior - I'm not sure I've ever met any cat that could speak of his apprentice days from experience."
The long haired she-cat shook her thick pelt slightly as they slipped through the shadows dappling the forest floor. Darksky enjoyed the sunlight, truly she did, but on a day as warm as today she much preferred the cooler air that the shade offered. She held her tail high enough as to not let it brush against the ground and make noise. Though they were not hunting anymore she still wouldn't wish to disrupt anyone else who was.

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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 — deputy

location: river
tags: eaglepaw, stonestrike, robinsong, silverstrike

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Elkstride came to a halt as the patrol suddenly came upon the site of Finchflight’s death, the fur along his spine tingling at the stale scent of blood and fear. When Stonestrike spoke, the deputy nodded his agreement, trying to compose himself so that he could focus on the task at hand. “Good idea, Eaglepaw,” he meowed when the young tom offered up his own suggestion, “Robinsong, you go with Stonestrike and search along the river. If either of you can cross safely to the other side, look there, too; the murderer might have tried to break his trail by going through the water. Silverstrike, Eaglepaw, and I will look around in the woods. Yowl if you find anything, and if something goes wrong or the killer shows up, meet back here.” He let his sage-green gaze sweep over each cat in turn before he turned and gazed out into the trees, wondering where he should start. His head tilted towards Eaglepaw as he felt the apprentice’s soft fur brushing up against Elkstride’s thick pelt. He assumed that Eaglepaw was just nervous to be at the scene, but upon noting the memory-filled gaze in his eyes, Elkstride remembered that his sister, Jaypaw, had been lost to these powerful waters. Figuring that that the young cat would be more comfortable once they moved away from the river, he pointed with his muzzle to a cluster of bramble bushes. “Let’s look there. Maybe we can find some fur. Silverstrike, you can check somewhere else if you like, that way we have more of a chance to find something. Just...don’t go too far from us.” He felt awkward giving the pretty she-cat orders, and not because she was Birchstar’s daughter; Elkstride respected her greatly and sometimes thought about asking her to hunt with him, mostly so he didn’t have to sound like such a bee-brain around her.

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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, wolfheart, lotuspaw

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Larkpaw’s eyes lit up with the intensity of a thousand suns. “Yes! That sounds amazing; thank you, Twistedpath!” Her tail waving with excitement, she padded up to Windpaw’s side and watched as his mentor went to speak with Wolfheart. “This is going to be so much fun,” she chirped, though her effervescence has simmered down significantly so as not to irritate the tom. “Burdockclaw taught me this one move a few sunrises ago, I bet you’ll love it. It’s a little on the tough side, but once you get the basics down it’s a breeze.” Glancing around, the bright ginger she-cat was glad that her brother had left camp already. Eaglepaw was always adamant about distancing her from Windpaw, and she never knew why. Sure, Windpaw was on the pessimistic side and hard a needle-sharp tongue, but he didn’t seem to have any friends, which was why Larkpaw was so intent on getting to know him. He’s not all that bad-looking, either, she mused, waiting patiently for the rest of the group to get together so they could all head to the training grounds.

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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: sandtail

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Her prey in tow, Amira continued along through the shadowy undergrowth, her eyes continuously scanning the forest for signs of a clan cat. Suddenly, her paws caught on the woodpecker’s limp body, causing her to lurch forward. Letting out a low, mumbled stream of curses, she stopped and looked around for a nice tree to climb. She’d been saving her meal for when she returned to her nest, but she knew she couldn’t carry the large bird that far — her neck was already stiff from the effort, and her hungry belly was growling constantly. Approaching a sturdy oak tree, she took a swift leap up the side of its trunk, sinking her claws deep into the rough bark and hauling herself upwards. It was slow progress given the dead weight of the woodpecker forcing her down, but eventually she scrambled up on a thick and sheltered limb. Draping the bird over the branch, she placed one paw on it and began tearing into its breast, letting the feathers drift down to the forest floor like snow. Amira didn’t particularly care whether the clan came upon her messy feast’s remains, she was one hungry cat and they were surrounded by hundreds of plump pieces of prey; besides, she didn’t hunt on their territory often, only when the pickings were slim outside of it.
indentAs she ate, she reflected on the scene she’d witnessed while hunting her meal: a morbid slaughtering of an innocent clan cat by a grizzled old tom. The black loner hadn’t been around in the forest long enough to know their names, but the victim’s look of betrayal told her that she knew who was killing her and knew him well. While Amira was interested in the murder, she knew better than to meddle in the affairs of the clan and decided that she ought to keep away for awhile until they simmered down from the event. Movement in the distance caught her eye and she raised her head, her muzzle damp with blood and plastered with down and feathers. Narrowing her eyes, she followed the far-off quivering of bushes and grass that told her something was moving around down there. Was it a clan cat? Raising her muzzle, she parted her jaws and bathed her scent glands with the surrounding area, trying to pick out a whiff of her approacher. Sure enough, the earth-like smell of a StormClan warrior slammed into the roof of her mouth, overlaid by fresh, warm blood. Abandoning her meal, she leapt down the oak with ease and began prowling towards the cat, her movements smooth and cautious.

[Zillow]

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I. 10 moons II. ♀ III. apprentice IV. Location;; Apprentice den V. tags;; Minnowpaw > Open VI. Crush;; Opened VII. Sliverstrike
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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.

[Kydashing]

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

The she-cat stopped once the rest of the cats did. For a moment, she heard Eaglepaw speak and even look at her. Was he expecting me to say something? She fiddled with her front paws, trying not to look back before hearing Elkstrike's command. A frown formed on her face. Then...where do i go? With them or the others?

Greyflower knew she wasn't the most strongest nor loudest cat but she also knew she was a warrior of the clan. Maybe he just expects me to follow either group, no point in saying every name. Greyflower nodded to herself, her thick tail flicking back and forth nervously.

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

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?

Midnightpaw was in sight, looking happy with herself. Ashpaw wasn't their friend, or really any cat's friend beside's his sister. He kept to himself alot and as a kit was pretty distant. He tries to open up a bit, for nothing more then polite conversation, but it helps. He got himself back up and padded towards the she-cat.

A low voice spoke up, his age showing he was becoming an adult not a kit any longer. "Good morning, Midnightpaw." He started, his eyes looking at her. He then stopped to sit. "I saw you looked rather happy today, that is enough to get my attention." Ashpaw often sounded sarcastic, but that was just his voice. He was actually surprised.

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[razzberry]

✷ ──── 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 !

❨ gender; molly ❩ ❨ age; 38 mns ❩ ❨ rank; warrior ❩ ❨ app.; midnightpaw ❩ ❨ tags; patrol, elkstride, robinsong ❩

Silver fur glinted in the sunlight that filtered in through the canopy of leaves overhead and made the regal warrior look like a mirage or as if she was surrounded in a silver halo. Siverstrike pale yellow gaze was trained on the ground as she followed behind Elkstride and Stonestrike, the two toms who were leading the patrol. She felt a presence at her side and cocked her head to the side, quirking up with silent curiosity when she saw Robinsong. It was silent for a moment before the ginger feline spoke up. "I know...I understand that he's only doing what he thinks is best. My head understands that but..." she began, lifting her gaze to peer over the broad shoulders of the tabby tom in front of her at the trees up ahead. Silverstrike gave a light shake of her head, dismissing whatever thought she had been about to voice into a comment, and brought her focus back to the task at hand. "I understand where he's coming from. I just don't like how he came to the conclusion that it was one of our own clan mates who did it, by himself. What use is a deputy and medicine cat - heck even family - if you're not going to confide in them when you need them most?" the warrior shook her head, eager to change the subject.

The patrol came to a halt after the cats talked about splitting up to search the area, and a fuzzy feeling grew in the molly's stomach when Elkstride suggested she accompany him and Eaglepaw to search the woods. Though almost as quickly as that feeling had come, it died when the large tom told her she could search somewhere else, but warned her to stay close and not stray, for her own safety. "Yeah...okay that's fine. I'll look around the treeline then" came the warriors meow, flicking her tail before turning towards the lush wooded area. A small part of her had hoped that she would get the opportunity to spend some time with Elkstride, with or without his apprentice present. He was a formidable warrior whom many looked up to, though she hadn't seem him socialize with many cats on his own account often, or at least not many she-cats.

♦ ──── 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 !

❨ gender; tomcat ❩ ❨ age; 33 mns ❩ ❨ rank; warrior ❩ ❨ app.; n/a ❩ ❨ tags; twistedpath, littlechirp, birchstar ❩

His soft blue gaze meandered slowly over the other cats in the clan, resting briefly on a panicked Birchstar before moving over him and onto the next cat. Being a jumpy cat already, Adderbite found it wasn't good for him to be around Birchstar during his fits of paranoia because it ended up wearing off on him at some point. He turned his attention back towards the she-cat who he had been talking with, Twistedpath. Adderbite nodded his head in agreement with her statement, it truly was an unwise move to create such distrust and restlessness within the clan at a time like this. Though he couldn't even imagine the position a leader would be put in during something like this.

When a familiar young tabby bounded over to the pair and claimed Twistedpath's attention, the pointed tom eased to the back of the conversation, intent on letting the warrior talk with her apprentice. When the molly turned back, suggesting they talk more later, Adderbite nodded his head in reassurance. "Of course. I'll be here, so have a good training session" he mewed, lifting himself to his paws as he watched Twistedpath and Windpaw head off in search of Wolfheart and her apprentice.

The tom's caught sight of the clan medicine cat, Littlechirp and figured he may as well put himself to use. Perhaps he could be of some assistance to the ginger molly. Shrugging his shoulders the lanky tom strode towards where she stood with Birchstar. Dipping his head in polite greeting to both, he turned to address Littlechirp, "Is there anything I can help with Littlechirp?" he meowed.

♦ ──── 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐖 !

❨ gender; molly ❩ ❨ age; 10 mns ❩ ❨ rank; apprentice ❩ ❨ mentor; wolfheart ❩ ❨ tags; sunpaw, wolfheart, windpaw, twistedpath ❩

Lotuspaw remained in the crouched position beside the other molly, another tremble shook her body, yet the small white apprentice was took startled by the current events to be ashamed of appearing so weak and vulnerable. Her delicate ears flicked towards Sunpaw as the she-cat answered Lotuspaw's previous worried comment. "Yeah your right" she meowed, giving her head a light shake to snap out of her dazed state. In the blink of an eye, almost as if she could sense Lotuspaw's discomfort, Sunpaw redirected the conversation towards Wolfheart, Lotuspaw's mentor. The white molly shrugged as she straightened up into a seated position. "I'm not sure. Hopefully we work on combat moves though. I'm kinda of worried that my lack of skill in that department could land me in the same position Finchflight was put in..." she meowed solemnly, seemingly distracted.

A loud voice broke through her distracted thoughts, and the little molly lifted her head up to meet her mentor's gaze. Training with Twistedpath, Windpaw, and Larkpaw? That would definitely keep her mind busy and she could learn a lot from them as well. She lifted herself to her paws and nodded her head. "Okay, are we going to work on combat techniques, Wolfheart?" she asked her mentor intently.

[オオタチ]

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Lavenderbreeze smiled softly, she could tell that Snowfall was stressed and she was too but Snowfall looked calm at the same time, like a duck; they look elegant on the surface but beneath the watther there legs paddle frantically keeping them afloat.

She looked around camp slowly I would want to learn to fish, My old mentor (insert name here) told me i was too uncoordinated.. she paused and stared at her paws somberly. Eventually she looked up and gave Snowfall a bittersweet smile hoping not to make her upset But don't feel sad for me.. He was always a sourpuss,
she paused again remembering how he was more strict than any other mentor, she guessed that's why she enjoyed being in control and having everything go her way and her way only.