hazeclan { warriors . rp . not accepting }

[spotthecow]

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morningheart||molly||thirteen moons||warrior||tag(s); aspenflame
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xxxxxMorningheart had been daydreaming about the latest events, well more as though she was conflicted with herself about it. 'There has got to be some good left within those rouges...Somewhere.' The little molly thought to herself, trying her best to stay hopeful in the situation, but her thinking face was more or less worried. She didn't think about herself getting injured or killed in such a thing, for having assumed that the rouges maybe thought they killed each and every young cat. The molly was more worried about Ivybriar's sake and the older warriors that would soon become elders, that was who she feared most for.

From across the dim-lighted camp, in the coolness of fog, the dilute calico looked over Fawnstar and the small group that became formed around her as though they were wildflowers dancing around the sun, at least that's how she thought of them and herself. A wildflower; something so pure and each one unique within it's own way. Even the rouges were that way to her, however she'd dare not say that aloud. The molly's thoughts were quite whimsical and innocent, but somehow they made her stay optimistic.

"Oh! Aspenflame.." At the sound of a murmur, her yellow-green eyes danced to Aspenflame, a gentle smile curled up the edges of her white muzzle as she shifted herself a little to make more room for him and the fluffy, silver pelt that rested on his shoulders. "It is, but I'm sure things will get better--you know what they say--after the storm comes the calm, right?" Morningheart meowed, the soft ring of her angelic voice making her gaze of lemony green flicker toward the older warrior.

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feral||tom||thirty moons||fighter||tag(s); jaxi
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xxxxxFeral prowled along the forest, swinging his long tail behind him as he carried a plump dove and a decent mouse in his jaws. He thought about storing them for himself in a hole of an oak tree, but decided against it. 'Too many ants, they'll eat it up before I even get to touch either one of them,' the brown tom thought with a sigh, as though pitying that one of his fresh catches would go to waste.

Being the gentleman that he was, however, the tom decided to she with one of the mollies. When he reached their base of sorts, Feral thought about giving the bird to Rose, for she always seemed particularly sweet to his eyes, however the first feline he noticed was Jaxi. Sure, she was quiet, but maybe that was a good thing. "Good morning, beautiful," the amber-eyed tom meowed through the fresh-kills with charm, not very much caring how she reacted in the first place. He placed the mouse and grey dove down, pushing the bird over to the molly with his paw. "Might as well eat something fresh while you can, the pile's not much to look at."

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

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

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

Talking about needing to keep an eye on someone brought back memories of when I would protect Mousefoot. The little tom had been unable to defend himself as a kit and some of the other kits had decided to pick him as a target. I missed those days, without someone to protect it almost felt like my purpose was lost. In a way I was grateful for being able to protect Ivybriar, it let me have that sense of purpose back. I imagined I would have found something else to occupy my time if none of this had happened, but it would have taken quite some time. Still I wanted some time to properly mourn when this was all over, I hadn't had the opportunity to say my proper goodbyes to my brother. I sent him a quick promise that I would get to it as soon as possible, I just hoped that I would be able to keep that promise, but if I wasn't...Well then I supposed that would mean I was up there with him and there would be no need for goodbyes anyway. That was a harsh thought, but a very possible reality with how things were going. I would do everything in my power to keep that from being my fate or the fate of the clan as a whole. Realizing I hadn't said anything in response yet I gave him a brief nod. "Yes I understand, it can be difficult."

The change in Lilypool's voice when he spoke of Ivybriar's struggle allowed me a glimpse into his own struggles. It was clear that he cared for her and wanted her to be safe, he shared her pain with her. That was something I understood and I let my tail swipe across his shoulder to provide some sort of comfort for him without cutting off his words or his thoughts. I agreed with him, and tilted my head when I noticed where his gaze had landed. My eyes drifted between Lilypool and Dawnblaze, reflecting curiosity until the former looked away from the fiery warrior. I made no comment though I could take a guess as to what Lilypool was feeling, his heart was his business. I just hoped that whatever happened he would end up happy. "When things get difficult it is usually within our basic nature to try and find someone or something to blame...Though division is not what the clan needs right now. There are also those who simply do not understand the affairs of the heart, maybe someday they will come to understand. I just hope it isn't too late by then." I couldn't say I understood what being in love was like, but our situations were still similar so I knew that was she was going through wasn't easy, and sometimes it seemed like she was facing it all alone.

He was right, those kits are ours, if Starclan felt otherwise they surely would have sent us a sign, right? They wouldn't abandon us and leave it to us to figure out if we were doing something wrong. Mousefoot was up there, watching over me with other late clan cats. If we weren't doing the right thing then we would know. I lifted my head looking up towards the sky with a heavy gaze, my eyes burning with pale fire for a moment. I believed in them, and I believed in our choice. "Those kits will not be taken without a fight. Ivybriar and the kits belong here, this is their home." There was nobody who could convince me otherwise, they could try, but I would ignore them. I felt in my heart that this was right, and I was perfectly fine being stubborn and insistent when it came to defending my choices. When Lilypool mentioned talking to Ivybriar myself I looked at him for a long moment. I was silent when I switched my gaze from him to her, I hadn't really talked to her at all since this started. Mostly I just watched her from afar, not because I didn't want to talk to her, but rather because Dawnblaze and Lilypool seemed to have the situation handled, but maybe it would be a good thing for me to talk to her. Really it was good to talk to anybody, I kept to myself too much lately, it wasn't healthy for me to be so distant from the clan.

Ivybriar was a sweet cat with a gentle heart, she never would have meant to cause the clan so much grief. I could only imagine how upset she must be feeling with herself, but she was following her heart and I could never hold that against her. Something in my gaze softened for a moment at this thought, if only the whole clan could see and understand. Well I could at least show her that I understood and that I would never judge her for what happened. Maybe I could even help her see that she was welcome and so were the kits. I would never want to see her or them hurt or thrown out of the clan. Darkfrost was wrong, he shouldn't have left, he shouldn't be demanding the kits, he shouldn't be killing for them. He should be here with her, properly ready to raise the kits as his own together with her, but it was too late for that. She would need emotional support, and even though my heart remained heavy I was always willing to help someone in need, and looking at her now I could see that she needed as much support as she could get so I turned my eyes back to Lilypool and nodded at him. "Yes, let's go rescue Dawnblaze, I will do whatever I can to help Ivybriar through this." The conviction in my voice could not be doubted, nor could the pure determination in my eyes. She would be safe with me.

《 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: Darkfrost, Hemlock

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

Hearing my name mentioned my ear flicked and I raised my head looking towards Hemlock and Darkfrost. Hemlock was my favorite cat to hang around within the group. I would never say no to venturing out with him regardless of what task we set out to perform. There was just something about him that I found refreshing. A twitch of amusement moved my whiskers at his words to Darkfrost, he was right we did make a good team. As someone who was always up for a good fight I was really hoping that Darkfrost would approve and allow us the chance to go out and leave some clan cat bodies in our wake, but it was not to be and my ears slumped a little in disappointment. How long were we going to have to wait for more action?Turning my head away I stopped paying attention to their conversation briefly since I wasn't going to be sent out to have some fun. How unfortunate, but I didn't doubt that the leader had something sinister in mind, if he wasn't plotting something then what was he doing with his time? Wasting time didn't seem like something that would be fitting of him, so I would just have to be patient, something I was very poor at.

When my name was called by Darkfrost I angled my neck to look in their direction. Hunting? Well at least I got to do something, and even if the targets weren't enemy cats some blood was better than no blood. Getting to my feet I strode over towards them and came to quick stop next to Hemlock. The tom was smaller than me, but no less lethal, especially with his little deathberry trick. the clan cats never expected it, they were all imbued with the warrior code, with a sense of honor. Did they even know how to fight dirty? It didn't seem like it, if they did perhaps they would be the ones to be feared, but I had no fear of them. It was almost sad to think that my old clan wasn't fearsome, in fact they were weak. When would they just give up? As long as that fool, Fawnstar, was in charge I wasn't sure they would ever give up. My lip curled up when I thought of her, I never liked her, but as soon as she started defending Ivybriar I realized how much I truly hated her. Following a mouse-brained leader like her just wasn't good enough for me, at least I had escaped that life, it was such a bore.

Looking towards Hemlock a devious grin allowed me to flash my fangs for a brief moment. "I'm ready when you are." When Darkfrost walked away I started to head out looking to make sure Hemlock would be joining me. Maybe we could have a little competition, see who could catch the most prey? It wasn't the most exciting thing to do, but it would bring s small amount of entertainment, or so I hoped. I tilted my head as a thought occurred to me and once we were out of ear-shot from other cats I looked at my companion with a spark of venom in my eyes. "What if our hunt leads us to some clan cats? You never know where chasing prey might lead you. It might make our leader furious, acting against his wishes. What do you think?" Fully aware that I was asking for trouble I wasn't really bothered by it. Even if we didn't attack any clan cats maybe we could give them a little bit of a scare at the very least. Different thoughts strung through my head at the idea, scaring them was almost as good as killing them in a different sense. It gave me pleasure to be sadistic, to get in the heads of my enemies, there was nothing better than breaking them apart from the inside out.

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

[lex]

dawnblaze ☀ tom ☀ 26 moons ☀ warrior ☀ tagged: ivybriar

Dawnblaze glanced back to her and saw her gaze remaining there, with something odd in her eyes as she stared. He passed it off, though, as awkward apprehension, which would be perfectly understandable in her situation. Ivybriar was always a little odd, though he couldn't fault her for that; her kithood had certainly been a misfortunate one. Now she was wrapped up in a whole different mess, a mess that had claimed lives and livelihoods, and it was no wonder she acted strange at times. Although... to be fair, this was a different kind of strange.

His whiskers twitched in confusion at her words. He likes when I bother him? Sure, he never thought Lilypool actively disliked their oftentimes playful (or not-so-playful) banter, but he wouldn't have thought Lilypool would quite like it, either. His curly ears flattened slightly as he was drawn out of his thoughts by her soft words. Ivybriar wasn't alright and he knew it, no matter how many times she claimed it. He heard her belly rumble and frowned; she was with kits, she didn't need to stay hungry. “...Ok,” he finally relented with a defeated, dramatic sigh, before he stood and turned tail towards the prey pile. She told him it was fine to leave, but hadn't said for how long.

He grabbed one of the few morsels of prey from the pile--a brown mouse--and padded right back to Ivybriar, putting it down at her feet. “Ok, I'm back. You need to eat,” he said. “How are you going to be able to feed and protect your kits on an empty belly, hm?” Dawnblaze's tone was light, but it was clear he held concern for her.

russetwind ☀ she-cat ☀ 32 moons ☀ warrior ☀ tagged: fawnstar, coppertooth, kestrelpool

Russetwind nodded; that was understandable. The rogues were too difficult to get at alone. However, she still worried a bit. She followed Fawnstar quickly out of the camp, padding behind her and easily keeping up pace. She nodded to both Kestrelpool and Coppertooth, and sniffed the air to be sure there were no rogues in waiting. She didn't smell any recent rogue-scent, and she relaxed slightly. However, her green eyes slid to Fawnstar, and she spoke, concern in her voice.

“Fawnstar, isn't it a bit dangerous for you to be going on regular patrols and hunts? I know you want to protect us all, but...” She thought about her words for a moment. She didn't want to seem insulting, like she looked down upon the leader's abilities. She certainly did not; she knew Fawnstar was a talented and powerful leader and knew what she was doing. However, it was rough times, and everyone acted somewhat in haste every now and again. The red warrior's voice lowered, just in case there were any prying ears, and she continued.

“Isn't it dangerous for you to be coming out? I mean... you're on your last couple of lives. What would happen if we were ambushed?” The thought had definitely struck her mind; a quick hunt gone horribly awry, and the Clan left to their own devices, and it could go horribly for the Clan and for Ivybriar. Not that she assumed Martenfang wouldn't be an adept leader, but because the rogues would leap on any weak link in their armor. What would they do in that situation? Would they even be able to shelter long enough from the rogue's attacks for StarClan to give Martenfang her nine lives? It was all too much to think about.

wolfstripe ☀ tom ☀ 52 moons ☀ warrior ☀ tagged: open

Several minutes later, the tom stood and licked his chops, swallowing the last piece of squirrel from the prey. It had easily fixed the problem of his hunger, and he dug a small indention into the soft ground, raking the squirrel's bones inside before he tossed dirt over them with his hind legs. He padded away, his senses on high alert for both Clan and rogue cats. The scent of rogues were stronger in this part of the territory, but he had no issue with their presence. It was more of an annoyance than anything; he was confident he could take on a couple of the scrawny cats, and even if he couldn't, his lack of faith in Fawnstar would help his persuasion.

He was walking for a while before he caught scent of more prey. It was uncomfortable how little prey had been available recently, and he knew why. The rogues had no problem in stealing theirs, and all of the Clan prey was eaten by that queen, and the remaining scraps were left for the other warriors. Perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it didn't ease Wolfstripe's irritation in the slightest.

It was a mouse--unfortunately small, but it was still prey, and Wolfstripe had no other target to try for. He again fell to his haunches, stalking forward with his yellow eyes gazing firmly at his soon-to-be-victim. Just a few breaths longer...

jaxi ☀ she-cat ☀ 21 moons ☀ warrior ☀ tagged: feral

Her tail flicked lazily as she lay, half lost in her own thoughts, until she noticed the soft thud of pawsteps with a twitch of her ear. Her icy blue eyes opened, looking upon the newcomer, and she recognized the brown tabby the moment before she heard his charming voice. Her ears folded slightly back at the compliment, and her reaction wasn't quite obvious on her face, but she vaguely nodded nonetheless. Jaxi pushed herself to lay in a sort of crouch and she sniffed the dove, almost cautiously, before she nodded again.

“Thanks,” she simply said, before biting into the dove. Eating birds could be quite awfully annoying; their feathers often got in the way and she found herself spitting out the silvery-gray feathers. She spoke midway through the meal, her voice curt and words simple. “How much do you wish to fight HazeClan? Our mates seem to be...” she paused for a length, as if trying to find the right word. “...determined about it.” Her tone was not accusatory, only curious.

piper ☀ she-cat ☀ 21 moons ☀ rogue ☀ tagged: spice

Piper seemed unperturbed by Spice's hostility and she stepped forward, her tail curling almost mockingly around one of the rogue's ears before she backed off a bit, tilting her head. “Oh, nothing. Just seems like everyone's itching to fight now, you know? Can't say I don't blame you,” Piper meowed, shrugging slightly. Her eyes closed, looking far too relaxed for a cat that was clearly irritating someone. “I was doing plenty better, though. I was guarding the camp!” One eye opened and had a playful smirk on her face; now her teasing was more centered towards HazeClan than Spice this time. “Who knows, maybe they'll suddenly decide to go on the offensive. You never know~”

[EisHawk]

EelStep

Male|18 moons|SO: Open|Mood: Frustrated|Location: Territory|Tags: Koistream|Forum
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Eelstep padded through the undergrowth, his radar like ears flickering at every little iota of sound. Spotting a patch of red brown fur he would crouch down into the mud. Although his pelt was light in cover it tended to be stained in mud to help cover it up. The red squirrel seemed to be spooked, so he was careful not to be spotted. He crept forward until he was two tail lengths away, and then he leapt up, a loud yowl erupting from his snout as he slammed into the small rodent with his wide paw. He grappled it to the ground, and delivered the killing bite.

Eelstep picked up his fresh kill and headed off. As his light green Gaza’s flickered around he noticed the calico pelt of Koistream. “Hey, Koistream” He friendly mewed to the Tom.

[anathema]

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The deputy smiled warmly at Skyspring's kind words. "Thank you," she mewed, tone heavy with gratitude. Taking a glimpse across the clearing, she noticed Liongaze and Lilypool chatting with each other. Martenfang read their lips for a few moments, trying to discern what they were saying. She wanted to join their conversation, but wanted to make sure they weren't in the middle of anything personal.

After getting to her paws, Martenfang beckoned her tail over to where the two aforementioned warriors were sitting. "Would you like to come with me to spend some time with Liongaze and Lilypool? As much as I'd love set up a patrol for us, Fawnstar just left with one. Instead, we can be on guard duty and talk to them about how some leaves on the trees surrounding camp are greener than others." The she-cat gave Skyspring a cheeky grin, hoping that her little quip would help lighten up the mood.

Even though she genuinely appeared to be in high spirits, Martenfang was on high alert. It was her job to keep the Clan morale up, but on the interior, she was panicking. She'd overhead Russetwind warning Fawnstar about how dangerous it was for her to leave camp with so few lives remaining. Nothing's going to happen. She's got Coppertooth and Kestrelpool with her, too. Strength in numbers...

Martenfang's brain began to short-circuit. Right?

She was more than prepared to be leader—she'd gone over hundreds of possible scenarios on sleepless nights—but what if she couldn't fulfill the expectations of her Clan? Would they overthrow her for wanting to be a bit more diplomatic than Fawnstar, or would it be a breath of fresh air? How would Darkfrost and the rest of the rogues respond to a new cat in charge? Would they give her a chance to compromise, or would they tear her to shreds without listening to a word she had to say?

The deputy was quick to ground herself, praying that Skyspring wasn't able to tell how paranoid she was. It's going to be alright, she told herself. Everything is going to be okay. I'm Fawnstar's deputy for a reason; Skyspring said it herself.

Martenfang felt a warm gust of wind comb through her fur as her intrusive thoughts stilled.

I can do this.


─ 𝐇 𝐄 𝐌 𝐋 𝐎 𝐂 𝐊 ─

"Yes, sir," the tom mewed enthusiastically, flashing a grin at Hawkflight as the latter approached. A brief hunt couldn't hurt, especially since he'd be able to spend more time with his new friend. Hemlock didn't like getting attached to others, but Hawkflight was a rare exception. There were few cats he had anything in common with, but the former warrior once again had made the cut. And though their pasts were extremely different, their personalities were extremely similar. The cherry on top, however, was that they mutually respected for one another.

Hemlock walked beside Hawkflight and inconspicuously tried to keep up with him. The other tom took much longer strides due to his large size, causing Hemlock to add a slight skip to his step. He briefly looked over his shoulder; camp was already a long ways back. Once they went over the slight hill a few tree-lengths before them, it would disappear, well-hidden by the thick undergrowth.

After many heartbeats, Hawkflight spoke again. He's testing me, Hemlock thought. I wonder why...

"If it's meant to be, it will happen," the bicolored tom responded. "It wouldn't be wise to go looking for trouble. Instead, we should let it come to us. Darkfrost won't be nearly as upset upon finding out if we don't instigate a fight."

Hemlock had faced temptation countless times in his life, but had quickly learned to resist it. He only caved to an impulse when he knew that it was going to benefit him somehow; starting an unnecessary battle would do quite the opposite.

[Vixen Luo]

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



"I'm fine," she snapped at the red she-cat, her tail lashing - but her pelt smoothed swiftly, shaking her head. "There is no need to keep me from my duties. I am strong and well - and should I fall prey to the rogues, it will be a consequence I accept. I trust Martenfang to lead the clan well; that is why I chose her as my deputy," she mewed. "I appreciate your concern, but I cannot be put any higher than any of my warriors. Especially considering some of you would even wish for my death." There was humorless laughter in her voice, her icy blue eyes blazing with a cold flame.
She knew how many of her warriors would sooner send her to be slaughtered than save her, yet it hardly made her feel small. No, it made her furious; what mouse-heart would refuse to obey their leader? One might consider it a flaw in the warrior code, but it was still part of it for a reason. How can I lead cats who refuse to follow?

Wordlessly, she snorted to herself, gesturing with her tail for her patrol to follow. They continued on for a short while, until she finally picked up the faint scent of mouse, and she paused, crouching down smoothly. Eyes narrowed, she followed the tantalizing scent, paws gently gliding over pine needles before she spotted her prey - and she lunged, squarely landing on her target and viciously nipping its spine as though it were a rogue beneath her paws.

Thank you, StarClan, for this prey. We need every morsel we can get to continue fighting this war, she thought, lifting the mouse before she turned her head, spotting Wolfstripe's fur just a few tail-lengths away in the underbrush. Her eyes narrowed once more and she dropped her prey.
"Wolfstripe. How good of you to join us," she remarked, realizing she had just taken his catch - and feeling a spark of satisfaction. Good. "You may as well finish your 'hunt' with the rest of us. Come along."



male | 26 moons | warrior | heart set on dawnblaze | location: camp | tags: liongaze, then dawnblaze



Humorlessly, the cream and silver-furred tom snorted.
"That's proven far too true right now," he muttered bitterly. Why must there always be someone at 'fault'? Even so, surely Darkfrost was at fault for leaving the clan in the first place. Had he not left, Ivybriar would not have needed to sneak out to see him. Her revelation that she was expecting his kits would not have been something to dread -- and yet there his clanmates were. His mind continued to spiral into such circles; it felt as though he were one of the only warriors with half a brain in his head, and that half was being turned to mush by his own frustrations in the way that his clanmates were handling things. Coming to understand... He wished. And yet, his common sense told him that not even StarClan could bless every cat in the world with sympathy and understanding. It came and went with every warrior.

Lilypool glanced over, watching Liongaze stare up at the sky with determination heavy in his voice and blazing in his eyes - and he felt a surge of satisfaction, relief, to see that someone who wasn't himself or Dawnblaze actually having faith in keeping Ivybriar safe. I knew I could trust him. "I couldn't have said it better," he mewed firmly. "I'll die before I let Darkfrost take my sister's kits. They're HazeClan, through and through, and my kin before that. If they let her be dragged off by those rogues, then...then.." He let out a breath. "Are we even warriors? Refusing one of the most vital rules of the code? Would we become nothing more than a band of rogues ourselves?" He felt it was almost blasphemous to say, but he hated the crippling genuine concern in his voice. What...what would I do if they took her? The fact that he had no answer inside of him made his heart twist with almost...fear. He had no idea what the future would hold for him if that happened.

He couldn't help but purr as Liongaze agreed to speak with Ivybriar, and he nodded, turning to pad toward his sister and Dawnblaze.
"Thank you. I know she'd be happy to know that you care about her well-being as much as we do," he added as a final private comment, before he flicked his tail and bounded across the camp, headbutting Dawnblaze's shoulder playfully.

"Are you bothering my sister again, Kittypet?" he asked, mischief glimmering in his blue eyes. "C'mon, let her eat in peace. You've done your job." He felt a rush of appreciative affection glimmer beneath the surface at the fact that Dawnblaze had convinced Ivybriar to at least eat something - oddly enough, the queen refused to eat more than a small morsel before the others ate - for once. The fact that he cared so much, really. He shoved down those bright, fluttery feelings stubbornly, though, instead drawing the fluffy tom away from Ivybriar and the approaching Liongaze - with a final, grateful look at the pale warrior - and mewed, "let's go share something, now that she's eaten. There's a hunting patrol out right now, and I've had my eye on one of those mice Moonshade brought back.."



female | 26 moons | queen | future romance w/ liongaze | location: camp | tags: dawnblaze, then liongaze



Ivybriar watched the orange-tabby tom trot away, and she relaxed a little, looking down at her paws sadly. She'd asked him to leave her be, but she still couldn't help feeling lonely now that he was gone. It didn't help that she was so close to kitting; she'd been told she would have mood swings right up until she kitted, and it certainly wasn't helping in her misery. Now, she just wanted someone to talk to, and her stubborn, isolationism had just pushed Dawnblaze away.

At least, until he returned with a mouse, and she stared up at him with a startled look in her eyes. Uneasy, she fidgeted, mewing quietly, "...thank you." As much as she wanted to refuse to eat, she knew he was right; it wasn't fair to her kits that she was trying to starve herself so much. She needed to let them grow, so that they could be born into strong, energetic HazeClan warriors. Maybe then...maybe then, cats could start to forgive her. But I know some won't. Her ears flattened as she leaned down, starting to eat the mouse as her mind swirled. I know some of them will watch my kits from the day they're born up to the day they enter the elders' den, resenting them for things that were never their fault. And I have to be strong enough to teach them to handle it. Her heart clenched with pain, and she felt a sob rising up in her throat - but she swallowed it down with the last bite of mouse, instead lifting her head to look up at Dawnblaze.

Except...Dawnblaze was gone. "..?" Perking her ears, she glanced over to see the fluffy warrior practically being dragged away by her brother, and she relaxed; oh, Lilypool had always been a pushy one with Dawnblaze. I hope he doesn't break my brother's heart. She felt foolish to even think it, though, really.

Her blue eyes shifted a little and spotted a familiar shape padding toward her as the other two were padding away, and she felt her pelt grow a little hot. Liongaze was coming to talk to her? I hope Lilypool didn't force him into this. I know he knows I'm upset that the only cats who seem to want to speak to me are him and Dawnblaze.
"Hello, Liongaze," she mewed softly, awkwardly, as she lowered her head a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were coming to speak with me. I would've saved you some of my mouse." She felt a rush of guilt for her sated hunger; she knew the warriors were all on the verge of starving. But...



female | 36 moons | warrior | possible romance w/ smokefang | location: camp | tags: smokefang



"It doesn't," she retorted, feeling her pelt surge with justification. "She's a selfish mouse-brain. I only do what I'm told because I'm a warrior," Moonshade remarked smoothly, her pelt twitching. The lie felt so sweet on her tongue; she honestly wouldn't give a single hair on her pelt to defend this foolish clan, but she sure played her part well. It was easy, after all, to keep quiet and follow orders. In fact, that was how she did it for both sides - but there was only one she felt true loyalty to. "Hmf. And just as I suspect, she's stuffing herself again," she added in a crisp tone, watching Ivybriar hesitantly eating the mouse Dawnblaze gave her. "Ridiculous. The rest of us, who have to spend our energy on patrols, have to starve while she eats, fueling the mistake she made. It makes my pelt itch."

She felt surprise briefly spark beneath her pelt as Smokefang brought up the rogues - oh? So, the she-cat hated Fawnstar and Ivybriar, yet still felt loyal enough to the clan to hate the rogues, too. What'll it be, little warrior? You can't side with both, she mused, humor welling inside of her. Still, she decided to play along.
"Oh? I wouldn't mind ripping my claws through a few pelts," she agreed. "Where do you suppose we would be able to find some of these fox-hearts? I haven't been able to find any, and I've been tracking for days. It's almost like they live like us, only patrolling borders when we aren't around."

I'll get an idea of what she thinks of these rogues, first...



male | 42 moons | warrior | crush/mate open [bisexual] | location: camp | tags: morningheart



Aspenflame settled down beside the young warrior, his tail curling at his side with a nod of his head, and mirth in his eyes.
"So they do," he murmured. "Wise words from such a young warrior." Though, he supposed that injury of hers had something to do with her losing her youth; she could hardly be a foolish young cat with such a thing hindering her. He felt sympathy for Morningheart, but no pity; she had the strength to finish her training, after all. There was nothing to feel sorry for, especially if she felt no pity for herself.

"Do you believe there will be a calm to come, though?" he asked, feeling out her opinion on the matter. She was still young and almost flighty; surely there was a hint of optimism still lurking within her. I fear there will be none, unless the clan learns to trust each cat in their dens once more... he thought to himself cryptically. It was a bit of a heinous thought, but it still sent trouble spiraling down his pelt. "It seems as though some of our warriors back no one anymore. Not even Fawnstar. If we cannot follow our leader, then what has become of us?" He shook his head.

"Often I am the one who has wisdom to carry for others, but right now...I'm unsure," he sighed. "There is just too much. Warriors who act like rogues. Warriors who openly challenge the authority given to them. Warriors who restlessly refuse to pick a side. And then...there are the remaining few, which I am one of, who still follow our leader and trust her judgment. Personal grudges have no fight in this war. Those are reserved for when we have the luxury of lives, food, and time to have them."

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

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

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

Letting Lilypool lead the way as we headed over I couldn't help my amusement at the way he interacted with Dawnblaze. They seemed very close, which was good, it was never a bad thing to have good friends to count on. As he walked away with Dawnblaze I shifted my amber gaze towards Ivybriar, flicking my ears in her direction when she greeted me. It was sweet of her to offer to share her mouse with me if there was any left. Even with some of the clan being against her it seemed she was still thinking about others, it took courage to care when it seemed like a lot of others might not. I slowed my approach when I was a tail length away from her and tilted my head slightly. "Thank you Ivybriar, I appreciate the thought. I spoke sincerely further closing the distance between us until I was within reach of her where I sat down and curled my tail loosely around me paws. "It is okay to think of yourself though, and the kits. I know sometimes it must feel selfish, but it's not. There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself and the lives you hold." My voice was soft, gentle when I spoke to her. I was never really loud or rude to anybody, but I was a bit stoic in a normal conversation. I wanted to give her a sense of warmth though, so she didn't feel alone.

I thought back to Lilypool's words, we really would be no better than rogues if we abandoned our own like some of them had abandoned us. If they tried to forcefully take her then it would have to be over our dead body, and if the clan willingly gave her up...Then maybe I wouldn't want to be someone who belongs here anyway. The warrior code was very important to me and the fact that some cats were so willing to break it really got under my skin, my fur prickled at the thought. There were some things that I could understand, but I couldn't understand willingly wanting to throw someone's life away. for those who didn't care about Ivybriar's life or the life of her kits...Well I wondered what kind of self-absorbed thoughts they held. It was clear that there were those who really only cared about their own safety, but why be a part of something bigger like a clan if that was the case? We were supposed to watch out for each other weren't we? I just didn't understand the way of thinking that some cats had, but that was probably for the best. If I understood then there was a chance that I might have agreed with them, I might have agreed with Hawkflight...I wondered if he ever regretted his choices, probably not, it didn't seem like something he would understand. It didn't matter now.

Shaking my head of these thoughts I pulled myself back into the moment to focus on Ivybriar. she didn't need to be bothered with my worries when she had so many of her own. My gaze lingered on her swollen belly, she was ready to kit any day now and then the clan would have new life. It didn't matter to me that their father was who he was, it didn't matter to me what their father did when it came to them. They were innocent lives with potential, they could build the clan again, they could give the clan hope. They could be our beacon of light in this dark time if given the chance. I would give them that chance, and if anybody had a problem with it then I guess I would have a problem with them. I wondered how many she might have, what genders they might be, what they might look like. Though I had never really thought about having kits since I hadn't found a mate yet, I did have a soft spot for them. That was probably part of the reason I felt so protective, and so strongly about keeping them safe. I wanted a mate someday, but with everything that was happening I just hadn't found the chance to look for love, but that was okay, maybe love would find me. A small smile formed on my face for a split second before vanishing as I moved my gaze up to her face. Her eyes told the story of her emotions, the eyes were the window to the soul and though it was possible to hide what we were feeling there were some things that slipped through, especially when we found ourselves being distracted by our own thoughts.

Shifting a little closer to her I stroked my tail along her side gently and gave her a curious tip of my head, angling my ear towards her belly. "Have you thought about any names? There's lots of good ones to choose from." I inquired, truly interested in hearing her answer, even if she hadn't thought of names yet. Perhaps if she hadn't then I could think of some with her now, mostly I just wanted to help distract her from the bad and focus on the good. New life was a blessing and it should be treated that way so no matter what anybody else said or thought I would treat it as a blessing. Deciding to settle in a little more I lowered my body next to hers and curled my paws under my chest blinking in contentment and pulling my tail around my body until the tip was gently flicking by my head. If I lowered my head I would likely tickle my nose with it, but that seemed like a silly thing to do, even though I did it often enough while sleeping I didn't want to do it while I was awake. Being goofy wasn't something I was exactly good at after being more on the serious side for the greater part of my life. sure as a kit I played, but it had been so long I wasn't even sure I would recognize when somebody wanted to play now.

《 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: Hemlock

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

The world around me was fairly quiet at the moment, not much seemed to be happening anywhere. Well at least that meant that it wasn't just life in camp that was uneventful, but I could feel something brewing. This was what the clam before the storm felt like so I could relish in that. I wouldn't have to wait forever for some action, in fact I was fairly certain I wouldn't have to wait much longer at well and that helped eased my mind and relax my muscles that were aching for a fight. I did need to sink my claws in something so this hunting mission came at the perfect time. I was vaguely aware of the tom needing to change his natural pace to keep up with me, the size difference between us was quite noticeable, but regardless of him being smaller I knew better than to underestimate him as I had watch many cats do before. He was quick on his feet and quick witted as well, a dangerous combination that ended in a deadly encounter for those who thought they would have an easy fight. When he spoke I listened to him intently, he was right, though I wished we could stir up some trouble. That's a fair point. They must be on their toes right now anyway. Just waiting for something to happen, it must be messing with their heads that we haven't attacked in a little while." Hopefully they were scared, the scent of their fear really fueled me in battle.

Well it seemed that now was not the time to give in to my desires to hunt them as my prey instead of the smaller creatures of the land so I turned my focus to the task at hand. My favorite hunting didn't lurk on the ground, or under it in little hiding holes. No my prey of choice was up in the branches of the trees, tweeting away happily and thinking that they are safe. Yes, birds. The feathers could be a pain to pluck, but they were exciting to leap after and snag my claws in. It wouldn't be the only thing I went for of course, but it would be my first target. Slinking away from Hemlock towards a tree I silently looked up and spotted a decent sized black bird with red feathers on its wings, it hopped along the branch looking innocent and delicious. Bunching my hind legs underneath my I hurled myself at the tree my claws digging into the bark as I propelled myself upwards onto the branch where the bird was taking flight, but it was too slow. I sprang forward with my claws outstretched and caught it by the wing whipping it back onto the branch where I finished it off and quickly climbed back down the tree, going back to Hemlock with my first catch. "I think this could be fun." My voice was slightly muffled around the feathered critter in my mouth, but what I said could be made out. Digging a small hole I let the bird's body plop down into it and I buried it with dirt to keep it hidden while I made sure to remember where it was.

It wasn't an enemy cat, but at least it was something, making sure the rest of the rogues were feed would make us stronger for when we did attack so I understood the importance of spending this time out hunting. I opened my mouth slightly, tasting the air and the scents the were carried by the wind. I caught the scent of a mouse and decided that would make a decent next target. They were quick and required a stealthy approach or they would be able to feel me coming. I didn't want to interfere with any hunting Hemlock was doing so I ventured away from him a little bit. I was close enough to hear him if he called for anything, but I was a safe distance away that our hunts wouldn't collide with each other. Tracking the mouse I caught a whiff of I crouched my body low to the ground, moving at a creeping pace, my ears were pricked and I heard the sound of rustling and a soft squeaking noise. Ah, there it was. I inched towards it, when it came into view I adjusted my posture to get ready to pounce on it. It was scratching away at the ground, looking for a small morsel to eat perhaps, I didn't really care what it's purpose was. Soon it wouldn't have a purpose other than to feed a hungry mouth. Without warning I nimbly sprang on it and trapped it beneath me, taking its life before it could scamper away towards wherever it's little home was. Carrying it back to where I buried the bird I put it close and pondered what I might find next, as well I wondered how my companion was doing in his hunt.

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

[DBD]

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Name Smokefang
rank warrior
gender female
age 25
location: camp
Tags: Moonshade
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"Great!" Smokefang said with a grin. She was pleased that Moonshade agreed with her, and that she could be so open. "Well, they should have some sort of camp, no? I mean, there are a lot of them- so they'd have to live somewhere. We could find them, but its probably hidden." Her tail slid against the ground as she thought for a moment. Her one goal was to avenge Redpaw. Kill the rouges involved with the attack. Then be done. "Well, let's go then."

Smokefang stood up and headed for the camp exit. She was eager to fight- and kill those cats. They didn't deserve to live- they were too mouse-brained. Redpaw did nothing to them! How dare they bring him into this?

[darcy_jensen]

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female / twenty moons / rogue healer / tags; open

The young rogue awoke with a start, her dreams plagued with the visions of past battles and battles to come. Such night terrors were a common occurrence, so as unfortunate as it were, Rose had grown accustomed to them. Taking a few moments to stretch, purring in satisfaction as her aching joints clicked into a more comfortable position, the healer rose to her paws and glanced warily over her dwindling supply of herbs. I'll go out and collect a few things now, Rose thought to herself, noting what they were in need of, who knows when the next fight will occur.

Slowly padding out of the medicine den, the rogue scanned the environment, curiously analysing both who was up and who would be willing to come and collect herbs with her. Sisters Jaxi and Piper were both up and about but also engaged in conversation with others that Rose didn't have the heart to interrupt. She let out a gentle sigh as her thoughts drifted towards the topic of finding a mate, not that bringing kits into this war-stricken forest was anything she'd consider at this point. Rose was just a romantic, that was all, and company would always be appreciated.

[wildsight]

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❥Male❥38 Moons❥Rogue Leader❥No romantic intrest❥Location: Rogue Camp❥Tags: Open❥
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Darkfrost padded back to his spot and sat down. Hemlock and Hawkflight we're both out hunting. Or at least they we're supposed to be hunting. Those two could get into anything at a moment's notice. Anyway he couldn't worry about that now. He had to come up with a plan. A plan that would tear Hazeclan apart. Of course, it could be a whole moon before he could put the plan into action. If I ever, come up with one...Darkfrost watched the cats as he thought. He could send some cats to take out a patrol. No, he was planning on doing that later. As he sat there, thinking his mind drifted off to other things. Maybe, it wasn't what he needed to do. Maybe, it was what he needed to change. If he could, make his group stronger he could definitely show those clan cats not to mess with his group. Maybe new members? Maybe a new strategy? He hissed softly shaking his head. He was getting ahead of himself. Waiting was the best strategy at the moment. Just lying low until the perfect plan came along. And when it did he wouldn't have to wait any longer.

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☀Male☀33 Moons☀Warrior☀No romantic intrest☀Location: Clan Territory☀Tags: Kestrelpool. Fawnstar, Russetwind☀
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Coppertooth continued to follow Kestrelpool his ears twitching. His fur began to bristle as he sensed something following them. He turned and glanced over his shoulder. Nothing seemed to be coming. False alarm...? He thought silently hoping that it was. He quickened his pace but before long he heard the sound of pawsteps. No...No, no, no! Rogues have found us! his mind yowled. He around gazing over his shoulder when he saw to figures approaching. This wasn't good. Not at all. He was about to yowl for help when he noticed that it was his own clanmates. It was Fawnstar and Russetwind. He sighed watching the two she-cat's join them. He was thankful that they had decided to join them. But he couldn't help worrying about Fawnstar. Was this really a good idea? He didn't doubt that Fawnstar was able to defend herself better than he was able to defend himself. Still, he worried that the she-cat was putting herself at risk. And right now taking risks wasn't was quite dangerous.

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❁Female❁24 Moons❁Warrior❁No romantic intrest❁Location: Camp❁Tags: Open❁
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Skyspring nodded toward the deputy as she got up and padded away. This threat was beyond bad. It was complete chaos. If there wasn't, a solution soon the whole clan was doomed. She didn't doubt that with both Fawnstar and Martenfang working together this would all be over soon. How soon though...? She didn't know how many more cats they might lose. The rogues didn't seem to be giving up anytime soon. Even with their activity being quite low thinking that they had given up was too much to hope for. Something had to be done and soon. But its not like she could do anything about it. It just wouldn't happen. Sighing she decided to eat something. Maybe that would take her mind off of this. Padding over to the fresh-kill pile she took a mouse. She sat down heavily and began to eat her gaze sweeping over the camp. Maybe one day soon this will all be over.

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♠Male♠22 Moons♠Rogue Fighter♠No romantic intrest♠Location: Rogue Camp♠Tags: Open♠
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Thorn was still eating as he watched the group of cats. His eyes narrowed as he watched Hemlock and Hawkflight leave. Those two we're always up to something. Probably going hunting. Suddenly an idea came to him. Maybe, he should follow them. A sneer began to cross his face but only for a moment. He then sighed lying down. That would only cause problems. Oh, well maybe he could hunt alone. Glancing around he decided he was too tired to. So, he continued to eat his ears twitching as he watched the clan.

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❦Female❦20 Moons❦Rogue Fighter❦No romantic intrest❦Location: Rogue Camp❦Tags: Piper❦
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Spice continued to listen to Piper-which was only because she had no choice. Half of her wanted to swipe at her. But she knew that that would only cause unwanted problems. When do you care about cause trouble..? She asked herself silently. Her ears flattened against her head her fur bristling. She truly wanted nothing more than to claw this cat's fur off. She was just about to consider doing it when she heard Piper words. She was presumably talking about Hazeclan. Oh, how she would love to sink her claws into one of those cats. But that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. Unless one of them, was foolish enough to wander into their camp. She sighed her pelt beginning to lie down flat again. "If only they would. I've been itching to sink my claws into something. If only..." she muttered her fur beginning to bristle again.