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Re: | Brewing Storms | a warriors rp | Open & Accepting

Postby limerence! » Tue Mar 12, 2019 8:00 am

๐‚๐‘๐Ž๐–๐

legion|mother|22 moons|tagged: strike

crown jerked awake, finding herself stretched out in the dried fountain. perking her ears and flicking her green eyes around, she searched for her mate. sighing and realizing he wasnโ€™t there, she got up and stretched her swollen belly. she loved strike and would always stand by him, but lately things were getting complicated. she hadnโ€™t talked to him that much since the attack. crown had wished that her mate wouldnโ€™t carry out the plan, and when he did, it damaged her faith in him a little.

she found herself questioning what kind of father her would be to their kits, but pushed the thought to the back of her mind. crown knew that her mate was a good cat deep down, she had seen it many times. heaving herself out of the fountain, she found her mate perched on top of an old building. she tried to bound up to be beside him, but the weight of her belly pulled her back down. embarrassed by her little fall, she got back up to her paws and instead peered up at strike.

โ€œgood morning!โ€ crown purred warmly.


๐‡๐Ž๐๐„๐˜๐๐€๐–
stormclan|med cat apprentice|9 moons|tagged: open

honeypaw was busy sorting herbs. tears pricked her eyes as she worked. her oldest sibling, moonstripe, was a queen that had been killed. honeypaw had been looking forward to assisting with her sisterโ€™s kitting, but she would never get that chance. she dropped a patch of catnip, and bent down to pick it up. as she did, she contemplated not getting up. breathing heavily, she let the tears in her eyes dissipate and got back to work.
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๏ผฃ๏ผฌ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผฆ๏ผฒ๏ผฏ๏ผณ๏ผด | 001.

Postby kalo. » Tue Mar 12, 2019 8:00 am

๏ผฃ๏ผฌ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผฆ๏ผฒ๏ผฏ๏ผณ๏ผด
she-cat | 32 moons | homosexual | medicine cat
currently at : the camp entrance | with : nocat

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
The small she-cat was finally coming back from her trip around the territory. She had spent a majority of the sunrise scouting the territory and seeing where new and old herbs were. She found a decent supply of poppy flowers sprouting along the edge of the territory that would serve useful once the current supply of poppy seeds ran out and needed to replenish. Clearfrost made it to the camp entrance and sat down, staring off into the distance as he tail flicked back and forth. Lost in thought. Her multicolored eyes were unblinking and wide. From afar she looked as if she'd seen a ghost as her fur was fluffed out from her morning out and about. She tilted her head as she continued to think, trying to pinpoint all of the locations of the herbs and when to collect them. She did have a system and trying to make sure to incorporate her apprentice sometimes messed the she-cat up.
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Re: | Brewing Storms | a warriors rp | Open & Accepting

Postby lian hua. » Tue Mar 12, 2019 3:45 pm

โ•ญโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฎ
โŸก ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฌ
โ–ท ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ | 11 ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด | ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜บ | ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ: ??? | ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ: ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ'๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ | ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ด: ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฏ

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
    Finchpaw woke up, a bit startled from a nightmare he had and looked around the apprentice's den for a reality check- however, he was not that easily frightened. He wasn't pleased at his sudden awakening, letting out a quiet scoff before laying his head back down onto his paws with a grumble. 'A mere nightmare has no importance in comparison to the Legion's goal. Strike will eventually lead us to a fruitful end...' he thought and closed his eyes for a short rest. He easily became accustomed to the clan life, a simple adjustment he was able to make with just a bit of acting. And with all the prey running straight into the paws of the predators, he had never felt so full- but, Finchpaw held himself back on some days, with the thought of his fellow Legion members unable to experience such a lifestyle for a while... However, he was also ready for this facade to all be over, he disliked his new name with some bitterness, thinking back to his parents before allowing himself to rest.

โ•ญโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฎ
โŸก ๐˜ฟ๐™š๐™ฌ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฌ
โ–ท ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ | 10 ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด | ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ | ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ: ??? | ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ: ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ | ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ด: ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฏ

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
    Dewpaw had woken up early and couldn't seem to fall asleep. She eventually decided to get up, slightly stretching before leaving the apprentice's den, going to the pond for a quick drink. While at the pond, she contemplated over the attack Stormclan had faced along with their losses. She looked to sky and hoped that the queens and kits of Stormclan were well in Starclan before looking back down and seeing her reflection in the water. Letting out a sigh, the gray she-cat had never felt so confused in her life. Sure, she understood where the group of rogues were coming from, but what they did was horrible. Dewpaw also knew that it was Stormclan's fault since they weren't very keen on sharing hunting grounds unless it raised their numbers... but what could she do as a mere apprentice? She huffed and got up from her spot, tired of thinking on the subject, instead she decided to sit near the apprentice's den and wait until her mentor came around.

โ•ญโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฎ
โŸก ๐™‡๐™–๐™ง๐™˜๐™
โ–ท ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ | 17 ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด | ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ | ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ: ??? | ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ: ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด | ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ด: ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฏ

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
    Larch went on a empty stomach the night before, having been unable to get herself a meal and just went straight to sleep. She had woken up with exhaustion, but was able to make do with her deteriorating energy, going to the fields for hopefully a quick hunt as she had no luck with the stone village before. It took her time, but she was patient and managed to trap a field mouse, devouring it as quick as she had killed it. Feeling satisfied, she buried the remains and made her way back to the stone village where it was considerably safe. She personally did not care what the Legion planned on doing, as long as she wasn't caught in the middle of it or benefited from it in the end, she did and would not argue nor interfere.
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Re: | Brewing Storms | a warriors rp | Open & Accepting

Postby Catten » Tue Mar 12, 2019 8:51 pm

Silverstripe / male / 29 moons / warrior / crush/mate: - / tags: Foxfire
Silverstripe woke a little after the sun had peered over the field, stretching his legs and opening his mouth into a yawn. He stepped out of the warrior's den and looked around, leopardpaw wasn't in sight yet, but he liked a little time to himself when he woke anyway, especially since the recent attack. He mourned the Queens and Kits lost to the attack, and he silently swore vengeance for them. He took a small mouse from the fresh kill pile, he was relatively small due to his kittypet heritage and didn't need much to sustain himself. Silverpatch looked around as he ate, making sure no one that was usually up earlier than him was missing; he was always waiting for another attack now, always on edge.

Murphy / female / 29 moons / soldier / crush/mate: - / tags: open
Murphy slunk out of what was once a a horse troph and smiled at the morning sun; things were looking up for the Legion, although she resented the reason. She wished the clan could see that Strike was born to be the leader of all cats. If only they knew. She thought to herself. She pranced through the small paddock she called home and into the now rubble town, daydreaming about the time two-legs once roamed the streets. Although she hadn't been there to witness it, she knew in her heart how glorious it would have been. She snapped out of her dreaming and noticed two cats perched on a stone wall; Strike and Crown. She decided not to interrupt them, they were probably discussing plans for their kits or the next attack, which wasn't any of her business until Strike decided it was, so she kept on walking in the hopes to find another cat to talk to.
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Re: Strike

Postby DBD » Wed Mar 13, 2019 1:31 am

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Name Strike
rank Legion leader
gender male
age 28
location: Stone Village
Tags: Crown

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"Crown!" Strike did not expect to see his mate here, so far away from the soldiers and the fountain. "Crown, what are you doing here?" Strike hissed as he jumped down from his perch to meet her gaze. "It's dangerous out here! What if Stormclan attacks? Or if for some reason one of those forest creatures come through! I've seen them in the fields before- they eat cats!" His voice was full of concern, and he began to nudge Crown towards the dried fountain. Although it was unlikely for Stormclan to attack, or even more unlikely for those creatures to try and enter the fields, it was still a possibility.

Strike didn't want anything to happen to his mate, or his kits. After all, Stormclan would probably kill his kits as revenge for how he did away with theirs. He couldn't risk anything happening to them. "Let's go somewhere safer- the heart of the village is the safest. After all that is where all our soldiers are." It was a shame that they didn't have more soldiers. Most of them when they received injures would die since they didn't have any knowledge of any healing materials like those "medicine cats" the clan had. An idea started forming in the back of Strike's mind- but he couldn't do anything about it now. First he had to make sure Crown was safe.
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Re: | Brewing Storms | a warriors rp | Open & Accepting

Postby Nyverria » Wed Mar 13, 2019 7:59 am

๐“ฆ๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ฏ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ป

Female|37 moons|9/9 lives|Location: Leader's den|Tags: Open


โžฃ Wolfstar woke up with her pelt bristling and claws unsheathed in her nest, her heart was pounding from the nightmare she had. The grey pelted feline had watched her clan mates die in the claws of the Legion. The death of the Queens and their kits had taken a toll on the Stormclan leader, Wolfstar felt helpless and blamed herself for the death of innocent cats. "They didn't deserve to die..." the she-cat thought to herself as her blue eyes narrowed and lashed her tail in anger. "I will avenge my fallen clanmates.." she told herself as she watched the entrance of her den and could see her clan begin to stir to start a new day.




๐•พ๐–œ๐–Ž๐–‹๐–™๐–ˆ๐–‘๐–†๐–œ

Male|47 moons|Apprentice: Cedarpaw|Location: Stormclan camp|Tags: Open


โžฃ The older tom awoke from his slumber to see most of his clan mates out and about. Standing up in his nest, the tall tom stretched out his back and made his way out of the warrior's den and gazed around the camp noting where everyone was at. Tupilppatch drinking from the pond, Clearfrost walking through the camp entrance carrying herbs, Dewpaw sitting by the apprentice's den and Silverstripe looking on edge as he ate. It was typical for the clan to be on edge after the recent attack from the Legion cats. He can only imagine how Honeypaw felt after the death of her sister, just thinking about it made his heart ache for the young she-cat.
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Re: | Brewing Storms | a warriors rp | Open & Accepting

Postby Queen of flames » Wed Mar 13, 2019 8:08 am

Foxfire
Deputy - male - open crush - no apprentice - tags: open
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Flicking his ears the fluffy red tom stood up to his messy nest and stretched his tired legs, shaking his pelt, before watched the warriors den to see who was already up and who wasn't. He didn't like to wake up early but knew very well that he who was chosen to be the clan's deputy needed to be one of the first cats to be up to do the things, like organized all the patrols. Narrowing his eyes as he made himself out of the den and faced the outside world with a dull expression which was nothing odd about him, he was not the happiest cat into the clan and his smile could be almost shocking to his clanmates. Watching around the clearing he noticed a silent figure of Tulippatch as she padded out to the pond, likely and Silentstripe there doing his own things, thought Wolfstar was nowhere to being seen so he thought that the leader was still sleeping. Sitting down he decided to wait for a little while before doing any patrols, it was still very early and so far there was nothing big happening going one so there was not any rush to start the patrols.

Beechwing
Warrior - female - open crush - no apprentice - tags: -
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Doing her later...

Whitedew
Warrior - male - open crush - no apprentice - tags: -
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Doing him later...

Leopardpaw
Apprentice - female - Finchpaw - Silverstripe - tags: open
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Yawning the soft-furred calico walked out of the apprentice's den, shutting her eyes for a moment as the bright sunlight burned to her eyes, making her temporary blind. Shaking her head, she got to place which was little under a shadow, so she could open her eyes and see what was going on into the camp. Her eyes looked the cats, stopping for her mentor after spotting the tom there all alone, a sad expression into his face, but she did understand why. Only a moment ago the clan was full of happy meows of little kits and angry yowls to their mothers who tried to keep them out of problems, now the nursery was abandoned. Sighing she looked over at her paws, before shaking her head to break her thoughts to the past, sharpening her eyes she looked around the clearing once again seeing some of the apprentices there.

Christine
Rogue - female - open crush - tags: -
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Doing her later...sleeping

Eve
Rogue queen - female - open crush - tags: -
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Doing her later...
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Re: | Brewing Storms | a warriors rp | Open & Accepting

Postby Catten » Wed Mar 13, 2019 8:48 am

Silverstripe / male / 29 moons / warrior / crush/mate: Foxfire / tags: open
He spotted Foxfire emerge from the den and after a few seconds decided his morning alone-time was over and that he needed some company. โ€œGood morningโ€ he purred, trying to sound a little more up-beat than he felt. โ€œI was thinking...โ€ he started, unsure of whether or not the Deputy would agree with his thought up plan. โ€œPerhaps we should only be sending patrols of one or two cats out, and with fewer apprentices, if any. If the patrols spot anything, itโ€™ll be quicker and easier for fewer cats to get back to camp and earn us.โ€ He paused to think about how he would say the next part. โ€œAnd Iโ€™m not sure if the clan can take anymore loss on its further generations.โ€ He finished, looking at the ground. It was a dire thing to say and he didnโ€™t want to look Foxfire in the eye while saying it.

Murphy / female / 29 moons / soldier / crush/mate: - / tags: open
She decided to go for a hunt at the edge of the field. Sometimes something could be found, and you didnโ€™t see the clan cats at the very edge often. Not anymore, anyway. She grinned to herself. She knew it was horrible to be smiling about death, but this is the only option the Legion had. How hard is it to share some land? They were selfish and something had to be done.
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| Brewing Storms | Post 001

Postby wildsight » Wed Mar 13, 2019 10:17 am

โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ„๏ผฆ๏ฝ’๏ฝ๏ฝ“๏ฝ”!!โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”“
โ„Maleโ„24 Moonsโ„Commanderโ„No romantic intrestโ„Location: Stone Villageโ„Mentions: Strike โ„Tags: Openโ„
โ”—โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”›

Frost laid in the dim golden rays of the sun as morning began. He yawned and rolled over purring as the sun shone on his fluffy white pelt. Even though he was, the commander of the rogues he was very laid back. He was pretty sure since it was so early that Strike wouldn't need him at the moment. He sighed softly knowing that he would have to get up soon. Hunting would need to be done soon. He rolled back over and laid there letting the sun warm his pelt. He would lay here for a little while longer before starting the day. Frost turned his head and began to groom his pelt as he enjoyed the beginning of a new day.
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โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ™ฃ๏ผฐ๏ฝ๏ฝ•๏ฝŽ๏ฝƒ๏ฝ…!!โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”“
โ™ฃMaleโ™ฃ24 Moonsโ™ฃSoldierโ™ฃNo romantic intrestโ™ฃLocation: Stone Villageโ™ฃMentions: -- โ™ฃTags: Openโ™ฃ
โ”—โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”›

Pounce as usual was in a bad mood. It seemed like every morning he woke up this way. His fur was in need of grooming. His paws we're sore(probably because of all the pacing he does.) And he was still tired. He hissed his eyes scanning the village. He hated this place. Always having to sleep outside and watch the camp. He hissed thinking of his brother. Frost got to sleep in the fountain because of his rank. While he was, a mere soldier. Sighing he curled back into a ball hoping to rest a little while longer.



โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ˜ฝ๏ผข๏ฝ๏ฝ”๏ฝ“๏ฝ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ‡!!โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”“
โ˜ฝMaleโ˜ฝ26 Moonsโ˜ฝWarriorโ˜ฝNo romantic intrestโ˜ฝApprentice: Dewpawโ˜ฝLocation: Campโ˜ฝMentions: Foxfire, Silverstripeโ˜ฝTags: Openโ˜ฝ
โ”—โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”›

Batsong padded out of the warriors den his ears twitching. Another day had come and as he gazed around the camp he felt a burst of pride flow through him. He was glad he was apart of this clan. He inhaled deeply wondering when the patrols would be sent out. It was time for the dawn patrol. He glanced around before spotting the deputy Foxfire. He wondered if he had decided who was going on the patrols. He shook his pelt before padding over toward him. He also noticed that Silverstripe was with him. He stopped his ears twitching. Maybe, he should go on a hunting trip alone. He decided that wouldn't be the best idea. Sighing he padded over to a darker part of the camp his tail twitching. He laid down and watched the camp waiting for the patrols to be made.


โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ˜€๏ผญ๏ฝ๏ฝ’๏ฝŽ๏ฝ‰๏ฝŽ๏ฝ‡๏ฝ“๏ฝ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ‡!!โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”“
โ˜€Femaleโ˜€22 Moonsโ˜€Warriorโ˜€No romantic intrestโ˜€No apprenticeโ˜€Location: โ˜€Mentions: -- โ˜€Tags: Foxfire, Silverstripeโ˜€
โ”—โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”›

Morningsong had been up early that morning. She was usually. Her tail swayed as she watched the camp her amber eyes glowing. She wondered when the dawn patrol would head out. It was certainly time for one. As she, sat there she saw the deputy emerge from the warriors den. He always seemed to be in a good mood. Her ears twitched and not long after Foxfire had left the warriors den Silverstripe-another warrior-had joined him. She padded over toward the two toms her tail waving behind her. She nodded toward the toms in acknowledgment. "Good morning Foxfire, Silverstripe." she said once she had reached the toms. She then tilted her head realizing she might have interrupted them. "Oh I'm sorry. Did I happen to interrupt something?" she asked her ears pricked.


โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ๏ผฃ๏ฝ…๏ฝ„๏ฝ๏ฝ’๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ—!!โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”“
โFemaleโ10 MoonsโApprenticeโNo romantic intrestโMentor: SwiftclawโLocation: โMentions: Foxfire, Dewpaw, Swiftclaw โTags: Openโ
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Cedarpaw slowly opened her eyes as dim dawn light glowed on her dark pelt. She blinked slowly realizing that morning had finally come. She had been awake awfully late last night. Sighing she pulled herself out of her nest her ears laid back against her head. The one thing she wasn't was a morning cat. She sighed her eyes still half closed. She blinked rapidly as she padded out of the den. She glanced around the camp wondering where her mentor was. She didn't notice Dewpaw who was sitting outside the apprentice den. She slowly padded over to the fresh-kill pile sitting down heavily. She decided to wait here until the deputy Foxfire set the patrols. She hoped she would get to go on one. She hated being left behind at camp. She sat there her blinking trying to keep her eyes open.
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Re: | Brewing Storms | a warriors rp | Open & Accepting

Postby lian hua. » Wed Mar 13, 2019 3:36 pm

โ•ญโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฎ
โŸก ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฌ
โ–ท ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ | 11 ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด | ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜บ | ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ: ??? | ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ: ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ | ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ด: ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฏ

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
    The short-haired tom had heard two of the apprentices in the den leave, his ear flicked as he realized how silent the clan seemed to be now after the attack. Before, he remembered waking up to the sounds of clan chatter to no end that he was usually annoyed for the rest of the day. But not, the clan was forced into a silence that Finchpaw found to be rather... uncomfortable. He held a bitter smirk as he slowly stood from his nest, looking out of the apprentice's den and seeing the clan cats up and about. 'It was nothing more than a reminder to Stormclan of what their greed could lead to...' the tom thought, frowning as he felt a tinge of guilt tug at his heart, but his eyes narrowed, not allowing himself to lower his guard. He walked out of the den, scowling when the sun temporarily blinded him until he was able to scan his surroundings.

โ•ญโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฎ
โŸก ๐˜ฟ๐™š๐™ฌ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฌ
โ–ท ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ | 10 ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด | ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ | ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ: ??? | ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ: ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ | ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ด: ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฏ

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
    Dewpaw softly smiled when she started seeing her clanmates come out from their dens, however, she was still in a state of... well, whatever she was currently feeling. She had mixed feelings on their current situation, but decided best to not think of the topic... that had been what she told herself earlier until her mind decided to wander back on the subject. She saw the deputy and two of their warriors talking with one another, assuming that it may be about a patrol or something of that matter. When she turned to survey the camp, her eyes landed on Finchpaw with a slightly hardened gaze that made the gray she-cat frown. She decided to move from her spot, wanting to personally get away from the tom as she couldn't get a good read on his position on their current... situation, and there she went again. 'Maybe he's just mourning in his own way, I shouldn't be focusing on the attack, it'll just distract me if we get... another one.' With a sigh, Dewpaw went with her assumption and that was it.

โ•ญโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฎ
โŸก ๐™‡๐™–๐™ง๐™˜๐™
โ–ท ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ | 17 ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด | ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ | ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ: ??? | ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ: ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ | ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ด: ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฏ

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
    Larch managed to get out of fields before any of the clan cats would be able to get her... but it wasn't like they would be able anyway. Prey unknowingly ran right to them, the whole entire clan being able to feel full everyday, so it wasn't like they would plan on going as far as to the edges of the wheat fields for prey when they had it easy... At least, that's what the ginger-patched she-cat assumed. As much as she envied their supposedly easy lifestyle, she liked it better to not be restrained by a leader or whatever made them a clan.

    She found herself a shaded spot next to a building where she laid down and took a moment to breathe before looking up and seeing the Legions cats at and near the fountain in the center of the stone village. Her ears were flattened slightly against her head as she decided to look towards the sky where the white clouds slowly moved across. It was a constant reminder, but Larch didn't want to get in the way of the Legion's plans... whatever they were that was. But she was still very grateful that they were fighting for the rogues, after all, she heard that they'll eventually be able to have the wheat fields... eventually that is.
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