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[Alpha*]

FallenRains

"Ill be fine." Blue eyes glint his anger; hes on the edge of reverting back to what he was just a year ago. A killer with little remorse.

"I'm going hunting Sheepfeather." With that he turns and begins to walk out of the camp - shaking his head at the mouthy queen who is mother to Windkit. Surely a queen would do anything to save kits, but here she is enabling the murders of innocents.

"Ive had worse, dont worry Elder, I won't die." Hes not sure hes going to come back. Surely he would be punished, if not outright banished anyhow.

"Are you coming?" He asks, voice holding a certain unsettling chord

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RisingStorm

She had walked into the clan territory under her own power just that morning, unafraid. Unaware of the leaders' change, else she would never have come here.

The lovely she-cat is tired, her belly brushing the uneaven ground, shivering, wet grass tangles in her curly, soft under bellies pelt. Rain slicks her curls to her plump form - a form that doesn't quite look like she is pregnant, just... used to a more opulent lifestyle.

She shivers again, golden-green eyes flicking to and fro as she searches. Even after all this time the Clan must be here? She cant really smell the boarder markings, and hadn't seen a patrol. They couldn't have disappeared, left, could they have?

RisingStorm glances back thr way she came, where she had shed the kittypets collar and life she never wanted. But Park... a flick of her ears. Hes gone, but he and she had discussed raising their kits in the clan. That was how he had gotten caught those weeks ago - the coming here.

Spotting marigold blossoms bobbing under the torrent of rain she hesitates before plucking a few heads and then continuing on her way. It always had been a hard herb to find, and was always welcome. She walks smack dab into the medicine cat upon rounding a corner; a mew of surprise leaves her mouth, but months of training allows the flowers to remain in her jaws and not scatter.

[eleutheromania]

─ 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 ─
molly ─ sixty-three moons ─ queen ─ no romance ─ mentions: ─ tags: windkit


The molly raised a brow at her kit's threat, quite amused. She knew that Windkit wouldn't be doing such a thing, he was far too kind in her mind to skin a cat. She was pretty sure he would most likely lose his stomach in the process. The thought made her chuckle, glad that he followed her direction of the den. She cast one last glance behind her and noticed Fallenrain leaving the camp. "Good, maybe he'll learn to respect those who hold more experience in matters." she muttered under her breath, ears pinned for a moment.

Shaking her head she sat down beside her son, out of the rain. "I suppose it would be a possibility though you don't know what spots are already taken." Cloverstrike said to Windkit as she noticed that Slatestar and Brackenfoot had exited the nursery still engaged in their brawl. She sighed, licking Windkit's ear for a moment. "Ya know, one day I can see you besting just about any other cat your age." she said softly, a purr coming from her. "of course, you won't be able to test that until you're older." Cloverstrike was just creating small talk with him to keep the time passing until things within the camp settled, maybe even the weather too. "how are you feeling?"

[wildsight]

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「 gender. male age. fifty-four moons rank. leader romantic interest. none mentoring. n/a tags. brackenfoot 」
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Slatestar bristled as he was overpowered and dragged outside the nursery like a helpless kit. He had not been fighting to actually harm Brackenfoot, but now it seemed as if all bets were off. He struggled against her, but without a steady supply of air he was weakening. The rain didn't help, as lightning flashed overhead. He finally was able to start making blows again, now having more room to maneuver. A rush of determination and adrenaline rushed through the tom, giving him a surge of power. The tom's pelt was stained with blood, now gray with dull red mixed in. The rain made his pelt even darker, and only made the battle worse. His wounds were still aching, the tom still losing blood but fought harder nonetheless. As the battle wore on his strength began to lessen, but he was determined to win this battle, even if he had to kill Brackenfoot to do so. This had gone too far and he wasn't going to let himself be beaten for no reason. All he was trying to do was help. To make his clan stronger, for the better. His vision was getting blurry, but he didn't care anymore. He attempted another blow, but missed, wriggling in a attempt to free himself from the queen. Slatestar hissed in irritation and fury clearly ready to strike the final blow. However, the final blow wouldn't be from his claws. But Brackenfoot's. It happened so quickly, the tom had no time to react. Claws met soft skin, slicing into the tom's neck. A screech was heard, before being abruptly cut off. The blow mixed with the tom's wounds was too much, his strength leaving him just as quickly as a flash of lightning. The tom laid there motionless. Lifeless. Slatestar had lost a life, taken by Brackenfoot.

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fluffy flame-point molly
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「 gender. female age. thirty-six moons rank. warrior romantic interest. none mentoring. minnowpaw tags. ravenstep 」
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Will write for her next post, no muse right now

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plump gray tom with deep amber eyes
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「 gender. male age. thirteen moons rank. apprentice romantic interest. none mentor. lilynose tags. lilyose 」
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Gorsepaw nodded with a small smile on his face. However, it was more strained as his amber eyes kept flicking toward the nursery. He had seen Fallenrains run out of there, with Cloverstrike on his heels but the queen had seemed after the tom not running from whatever was happening inside. His ears flicked as he could hear distant shrieks and hisses. Perhaps, it was time to get going. He didn't want to sit around and wait to see what would happen. He quickly followed after his mentor, after Lilynose had signaled for him to follow. However, his thoughts remained on the nursery. Was Brackenfoot going to be okay? What about her kits? What was going on? For now Gorsepaw decided to push these thoughts away, and concentrate on his training. Perhaps, once they returned everything would be better.

[Alpha*]

FallenRains

He freezes at the too-hot scent of blood, too much for battle wounds and kit deaths. Too hot and much.... it's a scent he knows well, like the choking sound, or the stuttering of a dying heart. He is an expert in it.

Who died?

The silver cat whips around and stares a moment, uncomprehending of what he sees. Their leader? Who... he blinks in confusion. Bracken.

Their leader has more lives! Right? Would this fuel his rage upon his return to the mortal plain? He is almost certain it would. Maybe... maybe it would change things. (He hopes.) His claws flex as the desire to finish the job and save his clan despite what would happen to him, fills his form. But he pushes it back down; That is not my life anymore! That's not me! is thought desperately.

That gleaming cat has a new respect for the queen, but... he has a job to do. Stepping forward he is soon back in front of the nursery- and he picks up the now raggedy he-cat who is their leader by his scruff. With a swift motion the one called Slatestar is across his shoulders. Despite his inhibitions he turns and trots into the now vacant medical den.

Almost carelessly the tom drops the leader into a nest and sets about cleaning wounds and dressing them. He is more than... proficient in healthcare, as he is in dealing death.

Honestly FallenRains would rather be anywhere than here, doing anything but this. The warrior would rather be hunting, or something. Blue eyes glare at the cat he is supposed to respect, now that his work there is done.

His signature is wrapped into the dressing on the leaders neck - a sprig of mint and lavender. Let them figure out who did it.

He quickly turns and makes a second bundle of herbs before leaving the den. The he-cat drops the bundle just inside the nursery. "Bracken, these are for your injuries, I'd help but your denmate is rather against my existence." is said simply. One strange paw scoots something away from the pile, "the smaller pile is to eat, I'm certain that your medicine cat will be back soon. You can tell him I did it and I'll let him know what I added if he has questions." With that he turns to leave.

This time he trots into the forest without a backwards glance, his side weeping steadily.

[khali.]

---《Lynxpounce》

--- 21 Moons | --- She-Cat | --- Warrior | --- In Forest | --- Anxious | --- Tags: Sloeslough

She lashed her short tail anxiously and padded through the forest after Sloeslough. She'd glance at the bushes, seeking for any kind of noise or movement. Atleast a small rustle.

Suddenly, she stopped as she heard a loud rustle from the bushes behind her. Her long ears twitched and she was already crouching, ready to pounce. A small mouse dashed out and within the blink of an eye, the molly pounced. The mouse almost got away, but Lynxpounce managed to finish it off.

She padded back over to the tom, little drops of blood falling from the mouse. She dug a small hole and buried the mouse to come back for it later. Her tail was twitching anxiously, still seeing Slatestar, Brackenfoot and the horrified kits. Lynxpounce shook her head and went a little faster than Sloeslough, but stopped to wait for him to catch up.

[Lemon Tea Rain]

Sheepfeather

182 moons | Elder | Elder's den | Tags: Fallenrains, Flintripple

Sheepfeather watched, dismayed, as Fallenrains acted on what he believed was best and then left. His tail twitched uncertainly with pent up stress, as he felt as though he was watching the cat leave for the last time. He prayed silently to starclan that this wouldn't send Fallenrains away from them - but he knew deep down that at the very least, this experience would leave a scar in his mind.

Otterpelt

38 moons | warrior | Camp | Tags: Brackenfoot, Morningkit, -kit

Realising at last that his kit's were shivering, and vaguely aware of his mates snarling outside, Otterpelt rose to his paws. He simply felt numb, instead of the fury he'd expected - it was all too much to process in one go. But he knew one thing. His kits needed their mother. Reluctantly leaving them in the tattered nest, Otterpelt pushed his way in to the medicine den, his heart sinking further at the sight of his mate. "Brackenfoot? Here, love.." He spoke softly, brushing gently against her and pressing his nose to her cheek in comfort. "You need to leave this fight, for now. He'll be only angry, and stronger. He needs time to process your point, and you.. The kits need you, Brackenfoot. Please come wait for Alderpool at the nursery." The tom was wary - he'd never seen Brackenfoot so beaten up, or so so angry. He knew she'd willingly throw herself in front of a monster for her family, but that wouldn't help any of them. The kits needed her, and so did he.

[khali.]

---《Lynxpounce》

--- 21 Moons | --- She-Cat | --- Warrior | --- In Forest | --- Calmed, but still nervous | --- Tags: Sloeslough

Her ears twitched. "I think we should get back. It's pouring and you've been out for a long time. I can help you bring the rest of the prey back to the camp." She mewed.

The molly was slightly calmed by then, but her expression was still a little nervous. She'd turn back with Sloeslough and dug up the mouse then picking it up.

As they walked, she wanted to start a conversation, but wasn't sure about what, so she'd just walk next to Sloeslough.

[vaermina]

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I.x9 moons II. apprenticex III.xtags: lotuspaw


indentminnowpaw was quiet as lotuspaw and him left camp, the tom falling in pace beside the older apprentice. getting out of camp would be good for them. minnowpaw didn't like the tension in the air. he could already tell from leaving camp by the sharp voices in the nursery that a fight was going to break out, probably between brackenfoot who just had her kits and slatestar, and minnowpaw did not want to see how it went down. he supposed such conflicts were inevitable, given how fiercely protective some mothers are of their kits. as they walked, minnowpaw looked up at the cloudy sky. "this weather is perfect for hunting frogs and lizards," he told his friend with a twitch of his whiskers, wanting to put his thoughts to other use. "but how has training been going for you?" he knew it wouldn't be long before lotuspaw received her warrior name.

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I.x30 moons II. warriorx III.xtags: gorsepaw


indentwhen they had left camp, lilynose heard the sound of shrieks and hisses trailing from the nursery behind her. she tried not to dwell on it. she wouldn't be surprised if violence erupted between slatestar and brackenfoot and in all honesty, she wouldn't be surprised if slatestar found a match in the queen. mothers are fiercely protective of their children. her paws sunk into patches of mud as she trotted along, leading the way to the border. she glanced at her apprentice, eyes observing him for a moment. he would be given his warrior name very soon if he proved as adequate as lilynose knew he was during his assessments. he just needed an extra push, that's all. starclan knows they didn't need another emberpaw, the poor youngster. it was common knowledge he was struggling in his training, hence why he's been held back on his ceremony and was twice the age of his denmates. he should be a young warrior by now. as the pair walked, lilynose looked at gorsepaw again. "what do you think about what's been going on recently?" she inquired calmly. "with our leader? we don't really talk about it much but i think we probably should. it's somewhat traumatizing to witness, it's good to talk about it."

[Alpha*]

FallenRains

He doesn't need them; and though the queens words hurt he knows they are said out of pain. He has tried to do the right thing; doesn't she realize that should Slatestar waken he had given up everything for her?

He tried to take the kits away to save them, hed been stopped. He had tended wounds - and is hated. The tip of his tail twitches.

Is it an invitation to the elder to join him, or only agitation? Even he doesn't know. Despite that, once out of sight, he leaps into a tree. A hiss leaves his mouth at the pain it inflicts- reminding him of what had happened. Good. Some would insist thathe deserves it.

The silver cat shakes his pelt one last time and then, with claws out he follows the branches. It would seem he isnt welcome here; joining had been a mistake. But he had done it to help his people. (Admittedly, it had also been out of a selfish desire to not be alone anymore...)

Even that was a mistake.

His paws take him in the direction he had come from, at a steady pace. Hes tired now, not physically, no,... his tiredness has nothing to do with his physical form (which is currently in some of the best shape he has ever been in). No..

It's too much.

What now, StarClan? I did what should have been right. I served my Clan! I served the cats in the clan! I... I dont know anymore what the right thing is. I tried to help. I tried. What now?

He shakes his head once with a sigh, They dont answer. They dont care. Why bother?

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RisingStorm

She had walked into the clan territory under her own power just that morning, unafraid. Unaware of the leaders' change, else she would never have come here.

The lovely she-cat is tired, her belly brushing the uneaven ground, shivering, wet grass tangles in her curly, soft under bellies pelt. Rain slicks her curls to her plump form - a form that doesn't quite look like she is pregnant, just... used to a more opulent lifestyle.

She shivers again, golden-green eyes flicking to and fro as she searches. Even after all this time the Clan must be here? She cant really smell the boarder markings, and hadn't seen a patrol. They couldn't have disappeared, left, could they have?

RisingStorm glances back thr way she came, where she had shed the kittypets collar and life she never wanted. But Park... a flick of her ears. Hes gone, but he and she had discussed raising their kits in the clan. That was how he had gotten caught those weeks ago - the coming here.

Spotting marigold blossoms bobbing under the torrent of rain she hesitates before plucking a few heads and then continuing on her way. It always had been a hard herb to find, and was always welcome. She walks smack dab into the medicine cat upon rounding a corner; a mew of surprise leaves her mouth, but months of training allows the flowers to remain in her jaws and not scatter.

[wildsight]

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「 gender. male age. fifty-four moons rank. leader romantic interest. none mentoring. n/a tags. open 」
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Slatestar laid there motionless, the tom's green gaze cold and furious, but unmoving. After the horrifying screech from the tom, all was silent in the camp. Darkness quickly surrounded the tom and he wanted to speak. To scream. The darkness seemed to be draining the very life from him. The tom tried to open his eyes, perhaps he was just asleep...but nothing happened. Suddenly, a whisper came from the back of his mind. He strained his ears to listen and finally caught the words almost like words spoken and caught on a brisk breeze. "Slatestar...You have lost a life Slatestar..." the voice seemed to be many voices speaking at once, and yet they made one single, powerful voice. Finally, after the words became no more than a whisper on the breeze, the darkness began to retreat. He blinked slowly, before he glanced around. He was in a clearing, that seemed almost familiar in a sense. He glanced around wondering if he was just imagining things. He finally came to a puddle in the center of the clearing, and slowly forms began to appear. He flinched at first, before recognizing the faces. The faces of cats long gone. Suddenly, he gasped as if the words spoken a few moments ago had finally reached his ears. A large tom, stood in the center of the small group of cats and gazed down at Slatestar. Beside him stood a molly, her gaze seemed to bore into the gray tabby tom. "Slatestar...you have lost another life." the large tom said. "Slatestar. You only have six lives remaining. Don't waste them as you have been taught otherwise..." the molly said, before turning away. The other cats did too, leaving the large tom remaining. "Take care Slatestar...take care of yourself and the clan..." With that the tom turned and followed after the others, and slowly the cats began to disappear. Slatestar hadn't spoken a word. He didn't think he could. His mind kept repeating the words spoken by the tom. Couldn't Starclan see he was taking care of the clan? He was slowly, but surely making the clan stronger by getting rid of the...weakest kits. The tom's vision soon began to fade slowly, darkness reclaiming him.

Pain...so much pain. The tom slowly opened his eyes, and let out a quiet groan. His eyes were blurry and had to wait a few moments as his vision cleared. His gaze slowly slid around, trying to get his bearings. He was in the medicine cat den. There didn't seem to be any sign of Alderpool or his apprentice Shrewpaw. He tried to move only to fall back into the nest, letting out a heavy breath. Perhaps, he would just lie here for a few moments, hopefully regain his strength and then he could be on his way, to take care of his other duties. Suddenly, the tom's mind went back to the battle that had only happened a short while ago. Many queens he had fought against, but never before had one taken one of his lives. The tom's mind then turned to Fallenrains. He needed to have a word with that tom. But he wouldn't be doing anything until after a few moments of rest.

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「 gender. female age. thirty-six moons rank. warrior romantic interest. none mentoring. minnowpaw tags. open 」
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Flameholly had turned away from her sister, only to watch as Brackenfoot tumbled out of the nursery with Slatestar. The fight was vicious, but short and had ended in Brackenfoot taking one of Slatestar's lives. Slatestar was now currently in the medicine cat den, hopefully one of the medicine cats was taking care of him. She watched as Fallenrains exited the den, and quickly left the camp. The tom was probably out pitying himself again, hurt after the whole incident with the kits. She wondered for a few moments what the tom was going through, he seemed rather distant though she couldn't blame him she was distant as well. Still, she didn't understand the tom. She soon turned away from Ravenstep, before padding away. There wasn't much she could do, and she believed it was best if everyone focused on returning to what they were doing, before the whole battle happened. The molly padded toward the camp entrance, and exited the camp hoping that a bit of hunting would help clear her mind. However, she already knew that it wouldn't be that easy to forget about what happened. As a matter of fact, it could very well be a long while, before anyone forgot about it. As she padded away, her gaze slowly scanned her surroundings the scent of Fallenrains was clear for awhile, before it disappeared among the other scents. Surely, Slatestar would have a long talk with that tom. She worried about Slatestar, his mental state obviously wasn't the best. It seemed to be getting worse. Why wasn't Starclan doing anything about this? Perhaps, she would ask Alderpool if Starclan had said anything, but surely if they had he would have told someone by now wouldn't he? Flameholly finally pushed away her thoughts, her head beginning to pound from the swirling mass of questions. Instead she focused on her hunting, because keeping those thoughts in her head would only put her in a bad state of mind.

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plump gray tom with deep amber eyes
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「 gender. male age. thirteen moons rank. apprentice romantic interest. none mentor. lilynose tags. lilyose 」
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Perhaps, when they returned everything wouldn't be better. As they padded away and toward the camp entrance, shrieks erupted from the nursery no doubt a scuffle was going on. Instantly, the tom stiffened and his smile faded away. He hoped that Brackenfoot wouldn't be hurt by the tom, even though Slatestar wasn't much bigger than her. The tom's tail nearly dragged on the ground, but he held it just above it disliking the feeling of it trailing through mud. He actually disliked the mud that clung to his paws, as he padded after his mentor. He stopped for a moment, before flicking his paw to no avail. The tom then turned back to follow after his mentor, knowing he needed to focus on these moments of training. He would soon be a warrior, once he passed his final assessment. His mind turned to the other apprentices, those younger than him. It would be awhile, before they would become warriors though he certainly would wish them luck in doing so. Then, his mind switched over to those...older than him. Specifically Emberpaw. He felt bad for the tom, it must be both strange and embarrassing to still be sleeping in the apprentice den at his age. He wondered if he would ever become a warrior. He certainly wouldn't think he would have been able to be a apprentice for that long. And he wasn't even a warrior yet. The tom pushed these thoughts aside and resumed following his mentor. He scented around the border. There wasn't any strange scents around. His ears pricked as his mentor spoke, and slowly he turned to face the molly. "I-I don't know Lilynose. I think...something must be wrong with Slatestar. Why is Starclan letting this happen Lilynose? Why are we letting this happen?" the words tumbled out of the young tom, his amber eyes filled with worry and question. Never mind Starclan for the time being. What if they were the problem? Gorsepaw's mind swirled with questions, before he finally pushed them away. He turned to Lilynose gazing at the molly with wide eyes, hoping that she had a answer for this as she had so many answers for other problems in the past for him.