hazeclan { warriors . rp . not accepting }

[Chicken~Strips]

Kestrelpool~She-Cat~Straight~Crush: N/A~Mate: N/A~Tags: Open

Kestrelpool paced around. She had nothing to do, and she was again anxious of rouges coming in to camp. The rouges were fierce killers. They had killed all of the Clan's apprentices, including her half-brother Fidgetpaw and half-sister Windpaw. They were all she'd had left of her family. I don't have friends, and I don't have my family, so what do I have? She stopped in the middle of the camp, staring at her cream paws, her eyes glazed as her mind wandered far away.

Adder~Tom~Gay~Crush: N/A~Mate: N/A~ Tags: Open

He groomed himself tentatively, his mind blank and empty. He still felt slightly guilty for all of HazeClan's apprentices they killed. It was truely a killing spree. He thought silently. "Well, what am I supposed to do now?" He hissed under his breathe. He stood up and padded just outside their camp entrance, flopped over on a rock under golden rays of warm sunlight, and began warming his belly fur.

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❥Male❥38 Moons❥Rogue Leader❥No romantic intrest❥Location: Rogue Camp❥Tags: Open❥
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Darkfrost sat his tail curl neatly around his paws as he stared around the camp. His eyes we're narrowed as he watched his clan. A small smile began to spread across his face. It had been awhile since he left Hazeclan, but he didn't regret it. He hated that clan more than ever even more so the clan's leader Fawnstar. If she knew, what had happened to his sister she would understand. Actually maybe she wouldn't because the cats that had known didn't say a thing. He unsheathed his claws his ears twitching. He would get revenge on Hazeclan. He just needed the right plan. In the meantime though he would have to wait. Should he send some cats out to hunt? Maybe go scout for any Hazeclan cats? He wouldn't mind if they took care of a few more of their cats. One less Hazeclan cat to deal with. He knew that the Hazeclan cats we're probably wondering why they had not seen much activity from the rogues lately. His tail swayed as he thought of the cats. They won't have to wait much longer... he thought silently his ears twitching. Not long at all... With that Darkfrost rose to his paws padding away into the shadows.

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☀Male☀33 Moons☀Warrior☀No romantic intrest☀Location: Camp☀Tags: Open☀
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Coppertooth sat at the entrance to the camp his ears twitching. He hated that there was so much going on. It was making him feel anxious. He didn't like the fact that everyone seemed so worried. Or at least some of the cats seemed to be. Not cats like Fawnstar or Wolfstripe. He saw that some cats must be lost in thought due to seeing them staring around at something he could not see. He didn't know how some cats could even deal with so much going on. Not only did they have to deal with regular clan duties, but they also had to deal with the rogue group. He shuddered at the thought of those cats. He tried not to think about them, but he couldn't help it. That was the main thing cats we're talking about. He kept glancing around and out the entry way thinking that a rogue was going to attack at any moment. He stared out of the entrance for a moment and flinched as a breeze swept across his pelt. He was even afraid of the wind now? He shook his head furiously trying to get ahold of himself. He couldn't at like this. His father wouldn't have approved of it. So, Coppertooth turned away from the entrance his eyes wide scanning the camp.

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❁Female❁24 Moons❁Warrior❁No romantic intrest❁Location: Camp❁Tags: Open❁
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Skyspring watched the camp her tail twitching. She wondered what she should do since there wasn't much going on. Every day seemed the same. The cats we're worrying about the rogues. The clan seemed to be in utter chaos. She laid down her head on her paws for a moment. She couldn't believe this was happening. And it was all Ivybriar's fault. She didn't doubt Fawnstar though, but she still thought that Ivybriar should have known better. She might be younger, but she knew she would never have done something so mouse-brained. Anyway there was nothing she could do about it. No one could. She was thinking about going hunting when she saw Wolfstripe padding away. She didn't care for the arrogant tom. If he was leaving, he could be in serious trouble. The rogues had not been seen in quite some time. And it would be just like them to appear at a time like this. But it had not happened. The rogues we're hiding somewhere. And when they would strike would only be a matter of time. And if they did they we're sure to lose some cats.

[Chicken~Strips]

Kestrelpool~She-Cat~Straight~Crush: Open~Mate: Open~Tags: Coppertooth

She looked around, her mind snapping back to reality. She padded slowly over to Coopertooth, akwardly as if forced. "Um, do you want to go hunt? The fresh-kill pile is near empty." She said softly, staring at her paws.

[anathema]

─ 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 𝐄 𝐍 𝐅 𝐀 𝐍 𝐆 ─

It was not clockwork, but rather instinct for Martenfang to be the first cat awake. Dreams of chasing rabbits and defeating Darkfrost would be cut short—as if her subconscious had its own alarm clock—and she’d be up before she knew it, longing to stay in her feathery nest but realizing that the fate of the Clan was just a mouse-length from being in her paws. The deputy would tentatively slip out of the warriors’ den, green eyes peeled and abnormally-long fangs shimmering in the dying moonlight. With a single lash of her tail, she’d part her jaws, a plethora of scents bathing her tongue and flooding her nostrils. The smell of the enemy was growing more stale with each passing sunrise, and as a result, her suspicions were high. Darkfrost was a calculating tom, and though his band of misfits were misguided and rowdy, they would tear through any cat without the slightest hesitation in order to keep their stomachs full.

The faint silver glow of the moon had dissipated completely, only to be replaced by the gold warmth of the rising sun. Its rays painted the branches of trees, accentuating the dewdrops that had gathered on the budding vegetation overnight. Martenfang remained where she was, sending out border and hunting patrols as cats roused and left their respective dens, looking for something to do.

All of a sudden, the sun was nearly at its midway position in the sky. It then dawned on Martenfang that had spent almost the entire morning in camp, laying on a rock and listening. The deputy's ears would prick at even the slightest sound of rustling in the undergrowth. Every so often, she'd even turn around to look and see that no one was there. She was afraid her nose was betraying her, but would find quick reassurance upon remembering that the smell of rogue was usually so foul that one could pick it up from countless tree-lengths away.

Martenfang knew that she'd get nothing done if she kept ruminating. Leaving her to her own devices was the worst thing anyone could do. Deciding to distract herself—even if it was only for a short while—the deputy got to her paws and searched for someone to talk to. Noticing that Skyspring was alone, she headed over to the loyal warrior and gave her a toothy grin in greeting. Martenfang had always appreciated her, feeling as though the latter deserved more credit than she received.

"Good morning, Skyspring," she mewed, settling down next to the young she-cat. "How are you doing?"


─ 𝐇 𝐄 𝐌 𝐋 𝐎 𝐂 𝐊 ─

Unlike Darkfrost, Hemlock was calm, cool, and collected. Having eaten a generous breakfast, he'd decided to groom himself during his food coma. After making sure that his tongue had repainted his fur snow-white and not a single tuft was still sticking up, he decided to approach his leader and see what was wrong. The tom was emanating such a strong aroma of paranoia that it was starting to bother him.

"Morning, Darkfrost," he said, forcing himself to dip his head and feign respect. "What's the matter?"

Even though Hemlock didn't really care why the tom was upset, he had to stay in Darkfrost's good graces. Doing so would give him more opportunities, and more opportunities meant a higher chance of being sent to kill more of those stupid HazeClan cats. For such a strong and unified little guild, they sure did suck at defending themselves.

Then again, they didn't cheat like Hemlock did. Coating his claws in the juice of deathberries certainly gave him a major advantage over those scrawny apprentices that he and a few others were sent to massacre. He could still remember his claws sinking into their flesh, their eyes widening as they realized they were glazed with poison...

Darkfrost needs to relax. There's no way we're going to lose... not now.

[L.I.N.G.E.R]

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Liongaze || 36 Moons || Hazeclan Warrior || Clan Camp || Tags: Open

《 You see the tears you think I've cried. But find your fears aren't justified. 》

Sleep was becoming harder and harder to find, I was plagued with nightmares that I couldn't shake. The same two dreams constantly haunting me when I closed my eyes. I either saw the death of my little brother, Mousefoot, or I saw the clan being consumed by chaos. Peace seemed impossible to reach, but there was hope for a future with Ivybriar's coming litter, however much Darkfrost wanted those kits I wouldn't let him have them so easily. I knew this situation could have been avoided if Ivybriar had stayed away from the rogue leader as soon as he left the clan, but I also knew how hard to was to let go of someone you loved, someone you thought you could trust. My heart ached for my brothers, one lost forever and the other...The worst kind of traitor. I would never be able to forgive Hawkflight, but I didn't think he wanted my forgiveness anyway, he seemed content with the life he had chosen. I hadn't seen him since the day he left. I told the rest of the clan that he had been taken prisoner, it was only a matter of time before they found out that was a lie. Why did I protect him after what he had done? I didn't know myself, maybe I had hope that he would come back someday.

It didn't seem likely that he would regret his mistake, he would likely think that he did the right thing. He had always been a rather selfish tom, but I never thought that he would go this far. I understood Ivybriar's struggle, I understood why she did what she did, and I agreed with Fawnstar's choice. It caused the clan a lot of trouble, all the apprentices had been slain. They barely had a chance at life, and now the clan's future rested with Ivybriar's kits. I looked towards the she-cat, her belly swollen, her kits ready to drop at any given moment. I would protect her, without hesitation, without judgement. She didn't deserve to be disliked for her choices, nor did the kits when they were born, but there were some who just would never be able to understand. I just hoped that when the time came the clan could work together properly, or we would be destroyed. Not by the rogues, but by ourselves, and I could only imagine the delight the rogues would feel while watching us fight within. I did not want to make an enemy out of any of my clan mates, though I had few friends since I kept to myself these days. It was hard to open up when all I wanted to do was shut down.

I shook these thoughts away as I peered around at the clan. I spotted Martenfang, one of my few friends as she spoke to Skyspring. I had known her since we were kits, we grew up together and I was grateful to have her in my life even if I no longer talked to her as much as I should. I would consider her my closest friend now without Mousefoot, but I hadn't even told her the full truth of Hawkflight's betrayal. Who could I trust if not her? Who could I trust if not my clan? How could I expect cooperation from the clan if I didn't tell them the truth? I just didn't know how, the clan had already been betrayed by a former member, how would they feel to learn about another that turned on us? I couldn't bring myself to do it, and I couldn't bring myself to give up on Hawkflight. Part of me wanted him to suffer, part of me wanted to take his life the way Mousefoot's had been taken. If I had to I would do it, to protect the clan I would do anything, but if he could be saved then I was going to try. Realizing I was staring at nothing I blinked myself out of my thoughts and stood up, stretching my legs one by one. I needed to stop letting myself get wrapped up in my own head, it wasn't healthy to dwell on such things for so long.

I started to stride around camp, walking tended to help keep me distracted at least for a little while, but I didn't want to stray away from camp unless instructed to do so. The rogues had been quiet lately, their lack of activity was disturbing to me, and it was clear that most of the clan was uneasy. I didn't let it show that I was on edge, waiting for an attack. I made it seem like I was just restless because there wasn't much for me to do at the moment. It wouldn't do anybody any good to stir up more negativity by worrying everybody. The clan was already somewhat divided between the cats who agreed with Fawnstar and those who didn't, I was just hoping that nobody else would betray the clan. That they would come to understand that the rogues wanted that, it would make it easier for them to rip the clan apart. This place was my home, I didn't want to see it crash and burn, I didn't want to see my clan mates dying around me anymore, but I knew there would likely be more death, I hoped that the clan would find a way to survive.

《 The pain I feel not on display. An old excuse just one of those days. 》




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Hawkflight || 36 Moons || Rogue Fighter || Rogue Camp || Tags: Open

《 I'm not always who you think I am. Sometimes I feel like I'm the renegade. 》

Things had been rather boring around her recently. It was exciting to go and take the lives of apprentices before they even knew what hit them. The clan deserved every bit of misery they were getting. Fanwstar should have handed over Ivybriar when she had the chance, but she didn't like the fool she was. I had felt like the clan was doomed under her leadership so I left, it also helped that a pretty little rogue had caught my eye. I missed her, without her my heart didn't feel whole. I hardly felt anything when watching Mousefoot die other than satisfaction, and leaving Liongaze behind was all too easy, but the loss of my mate hit me hard. For once I was happy when she was around, now I just felt empty and angry, like I wanted to sink my claws into everything that moved, but I also just wanted to curl up and sleep the entire day away. Life had never felt fair to me, and it still didn't, but I felt like here I had a chance to make my life better unlike in the clan, in the clan I never felt like I was headed anywhere fast. Leaving them behind was the best decision I had ever made and I wouldn't be convinced otherwise.

I just wished that we could carry out another attack soon, I was itching for some action, for a distraction from my own thoughts. Maybe if I could get some revenge I would feel better, it would be a start at the very least. A small venomous smile spread across my face, making my heinous intentions clear to anybody who happened to look my way. I didn't care what others thought of me at this point, besides my animosity was not aimed at my fellow rogues, it was aimed at the clan, at Liongaze especially. The other rogues had nothing to fear from me, but I would gladly attack any clan cat that came within my reach, once I had them in my grasp I wouldn't let them go until they stopped breathing. My tail curled in delight at the thought, the clan was already having issues with all their apprentices being dead, and some cats having that same thoughts as me towards Fawnstar and her choice. Would more cats turn their backs on her? Would more cats join us? Would the clan fall? I wanted it to, I wanted to watch as their world came crashing down. It was wrong, it was so wrong for me to think like that, but knowing that just made me want it more. It would be exactly what they deserved.

My gaze drifted over to Darkfrost, wondering what he might be planning next for the clan. He got to decide what we did next, but I wondered if I could influence him with little dangerous whispers. Would he listen to my ideas? I could always try, but for now I stayed away as Hemlock approached the leader. I wasn't a huge fan of conversing with more than one other at a time, as someone who didn't think I needed friends I often tended to keep to myself. Though I didn't hold any negative feelings towards the others I just didn't think it would be worthwhile to become close with most of them. I would accept a few of them into my life as long as they didn't get in my way, but it wasn't my top concern. I huffed out a breath and flopped onto my side letting my tongue run over my paw getting it a little wet and then scrubbing at my face with the side of my paw to clean it. My dark tabby fur was sleek and healthy, despite not wanting to care about my appearance and health I knew that I needed to. I needed to be strong, and I needed to appear well put together to show that I wasn't a liability. I would not show weakness, not now, not ever.

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《 And I can't just sit back and watch it fade. This time I hope you see, I'm not the enemy. 》

[Vixen Luo]

female | 52 moons | leader | no mate [heterosexual] | location: camp | tags: wolfstripe, open



Wolfstripe opened his jaws, and Fawnstar was already feeling gray hairs ripple down her pelt. Her eyes narrowed as the warrior stated what he was doing, and she felt tempted to order him to stay in camp instead - but she refrained from it. It was useless to bother stopping him, not when he was making himself useful anyway. But he will certainly face me when he returns, especially if he's empty-pawed. Her tail lashed and she padded further into camp, watching over her cats carefully.

She overheard another warrior - Kestrelpool - requesting that Coppertooth join her on a hunt as well, and she felt herself relax a bit. At least her warriors were still full of attention to their duties; that was one of her concerns, but thankfully not a dire one.

No, she was more worried about when Ivybriar gave birth. Even now, she'd been tempted to post a guard outside the nursery at night - but she hadn't needed to quite yet, because the queen's littermate was quite certain about keeping an eye on her himself. Once those kits were born...they were in more danger than ever of being snatched. Becoming apprentices would worsen that danger; she knew that until the rogues were driven out, they would always be in danger - whether Darkfrost had his kits or not.



male | 26 moons | warrior | crush/mate open [bisexual] | location: camp | tags: liongaze



Lilypool watched Dawnblaze pad over to Ivybriar, and he visibly relaxed, feeling a little more unwound. Dawnblaze was always so much better with words, compared to himself - and the thought irked him. I should know how to make my own sister feel better, he thought, tail twitching - but he pushed the thought out of his mind. What truly mattered was that Ivybriar was being spoken to, and hopefully, Dawnblaze would be able to brighten her mood. He just wished that these gloomy days would end.

But, they wouldn't. Not when it seemed half the camp wanted to throw her out to the rogues without a second thought. His pelt burned with rage, his chin tipping up - but his pelt remained smooth and he displayed an everlasting calm and state of ease as he padded across camp. Had it happened to a sister or daughter or mother of theirs, he was positive they wouldn't be spitting the venom from their eyes and jaws that they were now. Stubborn, stupid furballs, he thought crossly. Don't you all know how much she's beaten herself up over this? She doesn't need you all spitting in her face after what she's been through.

On the other side, there was Fawnstar; Lilypool held such a deep, heavy respect for the leader that he couldn't shake his faith in her if he tried. She not only sided with Ivybriar, but also had an unforgiving determination in the choices she made. She was choosing to see this out to the end - she knew what she was doing, even if some of the warriors in camp believed she was acting like a hot-tempered kit. Giving up now just means that they can do what they please, after all.

Pausing his thoughts, Lilypool spotted Liongaze in camp; the pale warrior was looking troubled as he walked, as any other cat in camp...but he couldn't help but decide to approach him. Didn't he lose...both of his littermates? One walked with StarClan, while the other...well, the other walked with the rogues now. He'd recognized him in one of the most recent raids.
If anyone needed some company, likely, it was that tom. Lilypool strode toward him, letting out a soft mrrow of greeting and tipping his head as he matched Liongaze's stride and tipped his head.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked simply. "You look like your head's swirling faster than a minnow in a stream."



female | 26 moons | queen | crush/mate open [pansexual] | location: camp | tags: dawnblaze



Ivybriar picked her head up a bit as she heard a familiar voice, her dim blue eyes almost peeking up at Dawnblaze as the fluffy warrior approached. She turned her head away a little, shuffling her paws and failing to answer his words for a moment. Why was he being so kind to her?

"Um.." Her mew was a little weak. "Tired," she finally decided, lamely fidgeting and pressing against the warrior softly as if appreciating his support.
She had grown up with Dawnblaze, right alongside her brother, and had always seen him as another littermate. He and Lilypool had always supported her, and had taken care of her more than any cat in camp. It was common sense that they would still have her back now, especially with half the clan wanting to dig their claws through her fur themselves, but she couldn't help but wish they hated her, too.

At least if they did, or even slightly blamed her for what happened, it would be easier to really leave. In her heart of hearts, she knew that every time she'd tried to sneak out, her attempt was half-hearted. She'd be sloppy, or leave when the rest of camp was asleep aside from Lilypool, because while she wanted so badly to leave and accept her punishment, she couldn't help but feel lost. She'd always looked to her brother and Dawnblaze for their opinions. And when they wanted her so badly to stay and feel like she belonged in HazeClan, she couldn't help but feel that twinge in her chest every time she tried to leave.

"Why don't you go and speak with Lilypool?" she mewed quietly, her tail curling around her belly. "Or...someone else. I'm fine."



female | 36 moons | warrior | crush/mate open [homosexual] | location: camp | tags: open



Alone, Moonshade slid into camp, her pelt sleek and smooth as she carried three plump mice by their tails. At dawn, she had sneaked out of camp to report to the rogues, and had decided to hunt on the way back in order to cover up her disappearance. The slender she-cat dropped her catch on the meagerly sized fresh-kill pile, her tail swishing with satisfaction. The rogues kept the pile bare and thinned-out due to the invasion of HazeClan territory, but Moonshade had access to everything in order to keep her free from suspicion.

Of course, that didn't mean she came back with prey every time. There was always going to be the odd warrior or two who suspected a cat that brought back loads of prey every time, so she couldn't be the perfect warrior. Besides, as long as that fat queen got fed, Fawnstar seemed happy enough. She looks like she's about to burst, she thought, casting an emotionless side glance at Ivybriar as she padded by. Maybe Darkfrost will be lucky enough to only end up with his kits, and not their whiny little mother. Well, that was hoping her kitting went wrong - but she wasn't sure they were so lucky.

Restless, the she-cat settled down to take a seat outside of the warriors' den, beginning to groom herself to wash away any lingering flecks of rogue-scent. She'd already rolled around in pine needles to erase the odd scent - but she didn't want to smell like she'd been climbing the trees like a foolish apprentice all day, either. It was difficult, leading a double life...but it would pay off. After all, she would be rewarded soon enough. As soon as little Ivybriar kitted...

[DBD]

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Name Smokefang
rank warrior
gender female
age 25
location: camp
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Smokefang’s head shot up once she noticed Moonshade slide into camp. Smokefang always looked up to Moonshade, ever since she was an apprentice. Moonshade was sleek and mysterious, but also gorgeous. Smokefang wished she had the courage to tell Moonshade how much she admired her, but Smokefang was confident Moonshade already knew how great she was. Also, Moonshade had the same views as Smokefang, well, as far as Smokefang was aware. She also seemed to resents Ivybriar, which pleased Smokefang. Perhaps she also wanted revenge on those rouges. Surely a cat like Moonshade would understand. Someone would agree to help advenge Redpaw, and Smokefang believed Moonshade would be the one.

Smokefang watched the blue cat drop some prey into the pile then sit nearby her. This was her chance to talk to Moonshade, and perhaps form some sort of plan. However, if Moonshade disagreed Smokefang would understand, Moonshade has her reasons. Smokefang slid over to the tall cat and smiled, hiding her grief from her eyes. “Nice day isn’t it?” Smokefang tried to remain calm, it was hard to act natural around Moonshade. “I see your hunt went well. Did you encounter some of those flea-infested rouges? I’ve been wanting to claw some of them for a while now.”

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❥Male❥38 Moons❥Rogue Leader❥No romantic intrest❥Location: Rogue Camp❥Tags: Hemlock❥
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Darkfrost padded around his camp his tail swaying as he did so. Fawnstar might be a clan leader, but she was foolish to think that he wouldn't get his revenge. He soon stopped and watched the cats for a moment his bright amber eyes gleaming. He then turned away padding back toward his spot. He was half-way there when a voice called his name. He turned his gaze toward the small tom Hemlock. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the tom. He was silent for a moment. He then tilted his head slightly a small smile appearing on his face. "Ah hello Hemlock. Actually I am quite alright." he said as he looked the tom over. The tom might have been small, but he was not to be underestimated. He could still smell the faint scent of deathberries. He was quite clever using deathberry juice as an advantage. Still, though he wasn't particularly fond of the tom. He took a step closer to the tom his eyes searching. "So Hemlock. I should know you didn't come over here just to ask me if I was alright. Is there something else you would like to discuss?" he asked his ears pricked. Darkfrost knew that sometimes he had to ask certain questions with certain cats.

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Coppertooth continued to sit by the camp entrance his ears constantly twitching listening to every single sound. He couldn't shake the feeling that some cat was about to come and attack him. He glanced around the camp his green eyes wide. Maybe, he should leave camp. There was just too much anxiety here for him. He was still considering the thought when he heard a voice. He flinched glancing around before it landed on Kestrelpool. His ears twitched as he listened to her words. Hunting? He was thinking about leaving camp for a while but the thought had quickly evaporated. But the fresh-kill pile was in desperate need of restocking. Sighing he rose to his paws and nodded. "Sure Kestrelpool. Lead the way." he said nodding toward the camp entrance. He stood there waiting. He didn't like leaving camp alone especially during times like these. He always felt a little better when another cat was with him.

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❁Female❁24 Moons❁Warrior❁No romantic intrest❁Location: Camp❁Tags: Martenfang❁
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Skyspring watched the activity of the camp grow as cats began to start regular clan duties. The fresh-kill pile was getting quite low and many of her clanmates we're going hunting. She hoped this would not be the time the rogues decided to attack. Many patrols had been attacked since Darkfrost left the clan. She didn't doubt that the kits belonged to Hazeclan. But this war shouldn't be happening. She wished there was a way to stop the war but at this point it looked like nothing would. Fawnstar refused to give the kits to Darkfrost. And of course every cat had seen what that had led to. A great war that has yet to end. She was absently aware of a cat approaching. Her ears twitched as she heard a voice and was finally dragged out of her thoughts. She turned and saw the deputy Martenfang had came over. She dipped her head respectfully toward the deputy giving her a small smile. "Morning Martenfang. I'm doing well. I'm just ready for this all to be over." she replied to the deputy. She was silent for a moment before adding, "Anyway how about you? Doing well?" she asked the she-cat.

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♠Male♠22 Moons♠Rogue Fighter♠No romantic intrest♠Location: Rogue Camp♠Tags: Open♠
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Thorn laid at the edge of the rogue camp. He scanned the group of cats his ears twitching. He wasn't doing anything and it seemed like everyone else wasn't doing much either. He sighed stretching his legs. He was tired of waiting around. Couldn't something interesting happen? Every time he didn't want to do anything Darkfrost would order the group to attack those mouse-brained fools of Hazeclan. When he wanted to do something, there was no sign whatsoever of attacking Hazeclan. Sighing he sat up his tail twitching. He guessed he would have to sit here until something happened.

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❦Female❦20 Moons❦Rogue Fighter❦No romantic intrest❦Location: Rogue Camp❦Tags: Open❦
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War. The word rang in Spice's ears. War...The word was being used so often now. Spice knew that anger was brewing under the surface of the group's leader. And war was the only thing that had happened since she joined the rogues. She remembered waking up in the middle of the night from dreams about attacking the Hazeclan cats. She would never say it out loud but those cats must be clever enough to survive the previous attacks from the rogues. Still, they we're all fools for believing they could defeat them. The rogues we're cunning and would fight to the end at a moments notice. At least I would... She thought to herself. She had always been a fighter. And she never held anything back for any reason. She at her young age she had earned respect from her fellow rogues because of this. But most of the time she was cool. She was still lying in her nest. From what she heard from the group's leader the clan had actually dens with nests in them. Which was exactly what Darkfrost, did when he founded the group's camp. Spice laid there in her nest lost in her many thoughts. Maybe, she should go see what the others we're doing. Not much probably if she had to guess.

Once Spice had dragged, herself out of her nest she padded out into the main area. Most of the group was awake now but as she had expected there wasn't much going on. She sighed padding over to where the prey was kept. She stared at it for a moment but decided she wasn't hungry at the moment. She turned away from the prey and began to walk around the camp. She saw that most of the cats we're talking to one another or doing things alone. She saw that the small tom Hemlock was talking to their leader Darkfrost. She half-hoped it was something serious. A scene was always fun to watch. She continued walking around the camp her ears twitching. She noticed the tom Hawkflight was also among the cats that we're up. She wasn't very fond of the tom, so she kept her distance. She knew that certain cats weren't very fond of her either. But they had enough sense not to mess with her. She enjoyed that part about being a member of the group. She soon came to the entrance of the rogue camp. She wondered if she should go hunting. There was nothing like a fresh piece of prey. She licked her muzzle at the thought of catching fresh prey. She didn't go though. She turned away from the camp entrance and padded back toward where she slept. She turned away from there though and sat down where the fresh-kill was kept. Her tail twitched as she watched the cats her amber eyes narrowed.

[Chicken~Strips]

Kestrelpool~She-Cat~Straight~Crush: Open~Mate: Open~Tags: Coppertooth

She slightly pranced, walking ahead and sniffing the air. She froze, her pelt bristling. "I-It smells like rouge here." She whisked her tail around in a circle around herself. "W-We should go somewhere farther away." She said, quickly dashing off deeper into the forest.

[anathema]

─ 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 𝐄 𝐍 𝐅 𝐀 𝐍 𝐆 ─

Martenfang nodded in solidarity. "You're not the only one who feels that way," she responded. What else could she say? There wasn't a doubt in her mind that the entire Clan was getting tired of this stalemate, but it was just the beginning. Once Ivybriar kitted, there would be utter chaos. Martenfang was terrified of what the future held; what would it take to reach a solution?

"I'm alright," the deputy then said, curling her tail over her paws. "I just... I needed to talk to someone. It's getting harder and harder to clear my head. I haven't had a moment of clarity in moons. There's no time to stop and process everything."

Martenfang's whiskers wavered as a faint gust of wind ruffled her soft brown-and-white tabby coat. She ran her tongue over her saber-like teeth and gazed across the clearing, catching Liongaze's eye for a moment. The deputy wondered how her best friend was doing, but she already knew the answer. Things were okay, but not good. No one was looking forward to what was to come.

Small talk wouldn't benefit anyone, anyway. Martenfang longed to have a deeper conversation with someone, but was afraid to reveal her emotions. What if her Clan thought she was incapable of being their next leader because of her beliefs? At this point, the she-cat didn't even know if she wanted to be leader. She'd be lost without guidance from Fawnstar; the latter always knew what to do and never bowed to the whims of others. Martenfang, however, had a tendency to sway toward the favor of the majority when it came to making decisions.

Oh, StarClan... I'm a mess.


─ 𝐇 𝐄 𝐌 𝐋 𝐎 𝐂 𝐊 ─

Hemlock couldn't help but grin at the prospect of requesting something from the leader. Now that he thought about it, really wanted to plan another attack on HazeClan—the sooner, the better. The small tom flexed his claws, trying not to get himself worked up. Sometimes, the idea of committing more heinous murders would overwhelm him almost too much.

"Well, uh, I was wondering if we could try to pick off a few HazeClan cats today," he mewed, giving his sable chest fur a few nervous licks. "If so, I could get Hawkflight to come with me. You know that him and I make a pretty good team."

Hemlock knew for a fact that there were a few HazeClan cats out and about. He could barely make out their scents—they were almost too far away—but the smell would be nonexistent if they were still in their camp. The fighter could only pray that Darkfrost would cave and let him go. Oh, how I'd love to sink my claws into them... even when they outnumber us, they still lose! There were only a handful of us against those apprentices. How much harder would it be to polish off the rest of the Clan and take Ivybriar prisoner?

"Oh, and if you're not convinced, we can catch some prey on the way back," Hemlock added, nudging the leader softly before sending a grin his way. "Anything you need, Darkfrost, and we're on it. I've been itching to get my paws bloody."