𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 | warrior cats rp

[Animals65]

Creamflower hears a voice and turns her head to see it was none other than Stormclaw, smiling. Upon hearing his question, she shakes her head. "Oh no Im fine Stormclaw!" she said. "I just happen to be an early bird today. Thank you for checking though!" She takes another bite of her fish, savoring the delicious taste.

[wildsight]

( ◆ ) ❝ 𝖩𝖠𝖣𝖤 !! ❞ ────────────────────────────
xxxxxxxxx──── (thirty-six ms)─(female)─(outsider)─(tags; valerie)

──── Rain poured down, the constant patter patter was like a song to the black molly's ears. A slight mist rose from the ground like a ghost. The wind came and slight gusts, occasionally driving rain into the molly's face. However, rain poured down onto Jade's pelt, making it seem almost even darker than it already was. Her whiskers twitched, as her body shivered and finally opened her green eyes at the sound of her littermate's voice. Turning over toward the dark feline, she rose to her paws and quickly followed after her. She had quickly detected the sound of stress and frustration in her sister's voice, but didn't know why she was upset. Was it because of the rain? Normally rain didn't bother the molly, but perhaps it had this morning. However, Jade happened to glance over her shoulder at where their shelter was─a small box hidden near a two-leg contraption─and saw that the box was falling apart. She let out a quiet breath and stood there for a moment. The box that had sheltered them for a short time was gone. Oh, well. Jade wasn't particularly attached to it, so the loss of it wasn't particularly hard on her. However, that meant that they had once again lost another place to shelter.

──── Jade followed after her sister and settled underneath the dumpster. Her ears flicked droplets of rain and she shivered. Her whiskers twitched as she watched Valerie intently, her green eyes wide. She wondered if Valerie was alright, though she often found out if she was alright or not by watching her since she kept to herself. Her green gaze scanned their surroundings which wasn't much. She was so focused on other things, that she didn't noticed her littermate moving toward her. The sudden touch made her flinch, only to relax at the familiar scent of Valerie. She let out a breath, before turning her gaze away focusing on the rain.

──── The black molly hadn't said a word since waking up, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. If, it had been another cat she was with she believed they would think she was mute. Her whiskers twitched, droplets of rain sliding off and falling to the ground with a silent splash. Her ears pricked at the sound of her littermate's familiar voice and turned toward her. At first she didn't say anything, only continuing to stare at the rain falling from the sky above. Finally, she turned back to the dark feline and after a few moments spoke. "Perhaps....but that would be quite the journey." she said, before trailing off into silence. Perhaps, Valerie was right and they should head toward the forest. But who knew what threats lurked there and if it would be even worse than where they currently were. However, she wasn't particularly fond of their current location either so perhaps it was for the best after all. Letting out a quiet breath she turned back to her sister. "I don't believe there is much choice. I can't think of anywhere else we could possibly go." she replied, gazing into the distance. Wandering around the city had proven to be no use, so perhaps going somewhere new would make a difference.

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( ♜ ) ❝ 𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖣𝖫𝖤𝖯𝖠𝖶 !! ❞ ────────────────────────────
xxxxxxxxx──── (eleven ms)─(male)─(apprentice)─(tags; thistlepaw)

──── The fog swirled around the forest, like jaws around a piece of prey. The clouds overhead made the outside world look forbidding and grim. However, to a young apprentice these things weren't seen. Brindlepaw was currently asleep in the apprentice den, his side rising and falling to the rhythm of his breathing. His whiskers twitched and it wasn't long before the tom yawned and stretched. He let out a ragged sigh after doing so, feeling rather sore. The tom had a habit of sleeping in odd positions which often left him sore in the morning, until apprentice duties came around to loosen him up. His amber gaze scanned the den, noticing his denmate Thistlepaw wasn't in the den. He didn't know the molly all that well, even though they had practically grew up together, only a moon difference between the two. Perhaps, he would speak to her at some point. He wanted to know the molly better. Stretching once more, the tom rose to his paws and turned toward the den entrance. Fog swirled like a cat taunting prey. His whiskers twitched and he swiped his tongue over his muzzle, before padding out of the den.

──── It wasn't hard to find the young molly, who didn't seem to be doing anything at the moment. Perfect. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb someone from what they were doing, just to talk with them. Brindlepaw was a relatively friendly and outgoing tom, so it wasn't hard for him to approach the molly. His tail waved in the air, slowly approaching the dark colored molly, before dipping his head in greeting. "Good morning, Thistlepaw!" he said to the apprentice, a bright smile on his face. He stopped a tail-length or so away and tilted his head slightly. "Are you doing alright this morning? Quite a lot of fog out here isn't there?" he said, stating the obvious. He quickly tried to think of something else to say, but nothing came to mind. Oh, well. He turned his attention back to Thistlepaw awaiting the molly's reply.

[razzberry]

𝐕 𝐔 𝐋 𝐓 𝐔 𝐑 𝐄 𝐅 𝐀 𝐍 𝐆
tom // 39 moons // nettleclan deputy // location ; camp // mentioned ; morningstar // tags; oneeye
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XXXXXXXthere wasn't much that surprised the large tom anymore, needless to say that the bombshell of morningshell's death that had been dropped upon the clan a couple moons ago, was as close to shocked as vulturefang had ever been. though the deputy had no qualms with oneeye's new reign. in fact, he seemed to become the closest confidant to the new leader, close enough that vulturefang was able to remain in his position. change had never been among the things that the thick-coated tom had feared at all in his life, he would vouch that certain changes could be quite beneficial to the right party. and if there was one thing anyone could say about vulturefang, it was that he would do anything in his power to put his clan on the path of health and prosperity.

XXXXXXXfrom where he sat near the shaded side of the warrior's den, the deputy watched with keen eyes as his clan mates came and went from their dens in their morning routines. vulturefang lifted his head as oneeye exited his den and paused for a brief moment to scan the clearing below. the tabby rose to his paws, stretching long legs out in front of him each in turn, before crossing the clearing towards the rotted pine tree on which their leader was perched. "morning, oneeye. any specific patrols you'd like to be arranged or shall i stick to the regular?" came the tom's gruff meow as his head tilted slightly to look up at the black and white tomcat.

𝐂 𝐇 𝐄 𝐑 𝐕 𝐈 𝐋 𝐇 𝐀 𝐖 𝐊
molly // 32 moons // nettleclan warrior // location ; camp // mentioned ; morningstar, oneeye // tags; -
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XXXXXXXchervilhawk's dark pelt, a mesh of rich browns of light shades and dark, glistened in the soft morning rays. the fog that hung around the surface of the ground, only just obscuring the view of the cats and creatures of the land, kept moisture in the air that she could taste of the tip of her tongue. the warrior stood in the mouth of the warriors den for a moment, inhaling the moist air into her lungs before exhaling, a simple yet refreshing action. the dark tabby took a couple of steps away from the den just as a yawn stretched her mouth wide, lips curling back to reveal her pointed fangs. safe to say the hardy warrior hadn't been getting as much sleep as she was used to anymore.

XXXXXXXshe had been fond of morningstar, close to the kind she-cat in a sort of familial way. she had looked up to the older cat in many ways and with the revelation of her death brought a heartache that plagued the molly. movement near the old rotted tree where clan meetings were held garnered her attention, her amber gaze settling on the large black and white figure that sat annoyingly poised amongst the branches. chervilhawk wasn't fond of the new leader as many of her clan mates were, she had been skeptical about him from the get-go and now with oneeye changing clan laws and adding those of his own, she didn't trust him one bit.

[eleutheromania]

Crowleaf
tom | 62m | medicine cat | no apprentice | location: camp | mentions: none | tags: open

the blue pointed tom was awake long before that of the sunrise. he had spent the majority of his morning cleaning out his herb storage and salvaging what he could of the few that had gone bad. he sighed, knowing he would have to go out yet again to grab a few herbs and hope they were still growing and not withering away. the tom finished up, tidying up the rest of his den as the sun began to rise. a cool breeze entered the den and with that he expected today to be rather cool in terms of temperature. crowleaf padded out of the den, stretching his limbs and digging his claws into the soft earth with a yawn. a quick glance around the camp showed quite a few others were awake but no patrols were out yet.

Yarrowgaze
molly | 44m | queen | no apprentice | location: nursery - camp clearing | mentions: stormclaw, creamflower | tags: fernkit

she had slept in a little longer than normal, thus leaving her alone in the nursery. the molly began to groom her long pelt, not too worried over the location of her son, he wasn’t helpless. stretching, she leave the den to see him eating not far from stormclaw and creamflower, seems the two were striking up a conversation. she padded over to her son, giving his head a lick before grabbing a mouse of her own from the pile and eating it beside him. “i take it you were too hungry to wait then.” she said to fernkit only to receive a nod due to the kit overstuffing his mouth with prey.

Fernkit
tom | 4m | kit | no mentor | location: camp | mentions: none | tags: yarrowgaze

the tom was awake before that of his mother, stretching out in the nest and having watched the other queen leave not too long ago. he was curious as to why she was still in the nursery, being a nosy kit and all. he figured she had kits at one point but he was unsure of it now. maybe she was having more? fernkit didn’t know. rather than dwell on his own curiosity, the tom headed out the den and over to the fresh kill pile. he pulled a mouse from the pile and began to eat, he was old enough that he no longer needed to wait on his mother to do things for him and plus, it seemed she was beginning to dislike being stuck in camp all day. her patience with him did thin at certain times.

[angelic.]

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐲𝐞 ! 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙊𝙁 𝙉𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙉.
large black and white tom with one pale yellow-green eye.
xxxxxtags: vulturefang, stormclaw

oneeye's gaze dropped down to the brown tabby beneath him with barely concealed contempt. vulturefang may be his 'deputy' or whatever strange words these clan cats used, but he still was the same as all the other cats that littered the clearing now. but he could easily see that the tom wouldn't even try to betray him. not even attempting to hide his scoff though, oneeye stepped down beside the other tom and surveyed the clearing carefully. "i think i'll take a patrol to check the territory," his voice was light; but his eye flashed dangerously at the thought of rogues creeping beyond the trees. "other then that, go ahead and do as you please." the tom held vulturefang's gaze steadily before turning with a flick of his tail.

"stormclaw! get over here!" oneeye called out to the grey tom he'd spotted next to creamflower's fluffy pelt. "you're coming with me to patrol the camp's territory." he piped up with an angry lash of his tail when the warrior was within earshot.

𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 ! 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙊𝙍 𝙊𝙁 𝙉𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙉.
orange and brown mottled tom with deep green eyes.
xxxxxtags: open

beetlewhisker prided himself in coming off as laidback and easygoing but morningstar's death had understandably rattled him. it was a shock to see the molly's normally ginger and white splotched fur nearly all blood-soaked. he hadn't been too eager to accept oneeye's reasoning and still didn't prefer having the tom leading the clan. he had never even been apart of one before! but, beetlewhisker wasn't going to go ahead and start a riot to get rid of him. vulturefang seemed fine to allow the tom to take over leadership, something that had been rightfully his at the time. oh well, the tom mused and began to smooth out the clumps of fur that stuck up along his back.

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐰 ! 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙉𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙉.
fluffy black molly with hints of brown and light yellow eyes.
xxxxxtags: brindlepaw

thistlepaw's gaze snapped up to focus on the tabby who'd appeared in front of her. "oh-" she paused, taking him brindlepaw's cheery attitude and forced herself not to wince. "i'm okay." her head swiveled to take in her surroundings at the tom's words. "it is! i didn't even notice.." trailing off, thistlepaw eyed the slightly pitiful fresh-kill pile before turning back to her company. "i'm, uh..." she nodded to the prey, unsure if she should invite the tom to share a piece with her or not.

[ethium]

𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄


𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙂𝙊𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙇 𝙄𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙉 𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎
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aldereye | 46 moons | tom cat | warrior
the one who bears a silent tongue
tagging: none, available.
location: clan camp
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𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙄𝙉 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙎𝙇𝙐𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍

Aldereye had awoken not long before dawn. His pale golden eyes had shone brightly in the crisp fogged out light, and he had enjoyed the still and silence of the forest before his clanmates had arisen. Now that they had, he sat in solitude, his ever-watching gaze roaming over them without interest. His gaze only momentarily caught upon their esteemed leader. He felt a snarl nipping at his lips as he watched the entitled tom. Sure, he was now their leader, and though the majority of the clan had been thrilled to have him, aldereye was far from pleased with the arrangement. A foreigner, who bore no suffix of star, and clutched nettleclan within the pad of his paw. His clanmates hung on his words, it was infuriating. The more he watched, the more he listened. The more he thought of their leader, his words oozing like honey from his sugarcoated jaws. The more aldereye loathed the black and white tom. Deep inside, his ambition had taken root, like a sprout it had taken hold and was blossoming into an unforgivable flower that given time, would be harder to hide. The last thing, aldereye desired to do was to expose this intense emotion. His clanmates would never accept it, he'd be chased out before dawn. The world outside of a clan, was not a world aldereye was willing to face just yet. So he throttled his emotions and stuffed them as far down as he could, assuming the role of a silent faced observer, who would eventually lie like a viper, ready to strike at a moments notice. After what appeared to be an eternity, the tom stiffly moved to groom his charcoal coat back flat, his spiking emotions having ruffled him slightly. He lashed his tongue over it with delicate strokes, eager to distract his wandering mind.

[308 words]

𝐁𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖


𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓
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bumblepaw | 10 moons | molly | apprentice
mentored by silentgaze
be forewarned her energy exceeds the sun's
tagging: crowleaf, available
location: clan camp
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𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

The young molly had snoozed until sleep had become near impossible. My did she hate being awoken, but not even her coat could limit the chilly morning air from interrupting her dozing. With an infuriated huff, the molly blinked against the cool air, and lashed her tongue over her muzzle before bringing it to her paws and coat. Grooming out the bedding that had embedded itself over night. Slowly, the molly began to awaken, and her perked ears began to pick up on the chatter of her clanmates. The two apprentices, of which she shared the apprentice den with, were already gone by the time she had glanced around. A pang of disappointment, at being left out, but it was quickly replaced with excitement as the noise of her clanmates once again clouded her thoughts. With the thoughts of her clan in mind, she scrambled up from her nest, eyes alight with excitement as she practically pranced out the apprentice's den. Her eyes scanned the clearing, her thoughts quite frankly on her mentor. What excitement would be up for them today? Hopefully it was something interesting.. boring things, and most conversations, were a quick way to lose her interest, and attention. Catching sight of her fellow apprentices she near bounded up to them, but thought twice of it when her gaze caught itself upon the medicine cat crowleaf. With her mentor nowhere in sight, perhaps crowleaf would need some help? He didn't have an apprentice of his own, and bumblepaw saw no use to not lending a paw when she had nothing better to do. So with a spring in her step she bounded up to the medicine cat.
"Good Morning Crowleaf!" she purred excitedly, nearly toppling in her drunken excitement.
"I was wondering if you needed any help this morning?" she inquired, tilting her head slightly, a hopeful spark in her eyes. How silly, to be excited over such mundane tasks, but bumblepaw had always been like this. Quick to charge into things, and quick to finish them as quickly as she had started. Often, she would join a conversation mid-way, or involve someone in a conversation that had been going on in her head. It was a rare miracle if someone found her not prancing over some task she had received. Such an eager soul, ready to help even if it wasn't for the best in the long run. Some might call her foolish for this, but these things often went over her head anyway. It had never even occurred to her, that such a thing could cause trouble in the future. Regardless, she was a handful to any who she chose to set her sight on, unless you could get rid of her attention through a task.

[460 words]

[xanthei]

❦ dovesong
◄27 m｜shecat｜mentions; beetlewhisker, stormclaw, oneeye｜tagged; open ►

indentationdovesong set her eyes on her brother, talking circles around his clanmates as usual, and then standing up after being called on for a patrol. with morningstar's death, dovesong found herself grieving again like she had with her mother. she also started to trust the cats around less as the former leader's body had been dragged back to camp- keeping an eye on all who she deemed as untrustworthy or suspicious. she had never been too fond of oneeye, and him being so eager to lead right after morningstar's death set off an alarm inside dovesong, but she figured it was her overthinking- he had always been rather ambitious and hard set on a high ranking.

the molly's eyes wandered and she found them lingering on beetlewhisker- a cat she rarely talked to but had always admired. he was a great warrior and had beat her more times than not in spars as apprentices. since then, though, dovesong had shied away from most conversation as she usually did, and usually spent any time talking to her brother.

☁stormclaw
◄27 m｜tom｜mentions; creamflower,oneeye,fernkit,yarrowgaze｜tagged; oneeye ►

indentationafter a quick nod and a smile to creamflower, stormclaw looked around the camp and spotted yarrowgaze looking over fernkit, eating a mouse almost the size of the kit himself. the tom purred- he loved having kits around camp, and stormclaw always thought they made the mood a little bit lighter. he wondered if he would ever have any.

as soon as the first part of his name was called, stormclaw shot to his feet. realizing he had been called by oneeye, the warrior wasted no time in rushing over to the leader's side with a quick nod. the lazy day in that the tom had wanted is not what he was going to get, apparently. trying to look on the bright side, stormclaw started planning- maybe he could get oneeye to open up to him. the leader's cold demeanor would not shake him! "did you sleep well, oneeye? i did! do you think we'll find any rogues today? those mouse-brains won't know what hit them! i'm-" stormclaw stopped himself- he didn't want to annoy oneeye, yet he feared he already had.

[Animals65]

Creamflower hears Oneeye calling for Stormclaw and watches him join the leader for a patrol, happy to see he is eager to leave when told to. She stays where she is and takes another bite of her fish, savoring the delicious taste.

[Bobby Boi]

snowrush
26 moons, tom, warrior, location: camp, tags: open, mentions: bumblepaw, oneeye, morningstar

The sounds of cats chatting in the clearing had woken snowrush up, but he didn't mind, he actually enjoyed the noise. Stepping out of the warriors den he headed straight for the fresh kill pile. Flopping onto his side after grabbing a mouse from the pile he noticed bumblepaw speaking to crowleaf. As he watched the apprentice he recalled his own apprenticeship which was practically just him fretting over what his warrior name would be and him pestering greyfur about his mother. 'Speaking of greyfur where is he?' snowrush thought, greyfur had left last night, but he could have just gone for some late night hunting as it is peaceful out there at night. Hearing oneeye calling stormclaw for a patrol snowrush finished his mouse and looked over at oneeye. It had been awhile since the black and white tom stepped into the camp carrying morningstars body. He knew most of the clan had considered oneeye an amazing leader for bringing morningstar back but snowrush had no big opinion on their new leader, he seemed alright though sometimes the tom seemed a bit strange. Snowrush quickly shot this idea down with a "he just needs a bit more time to get used to being a leader," and sat up.

[eleutheromania]

𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟
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tom | 62m | medicine cat | no apprentice
location: camp | mentions: none | tags: bumblepaw

once he did his once over of the camp, someone was approaching him from his left. the tom turned his blue gaze to see that it was none other than bumblepaw. a smile crossed his features at her excitement for the morning. the deep purr escaped the tom for a moment in response to her own, he was glad that she was eager to help out. he could use a paw or two after all with gathering more herbs. kneading the ground, crowleaf waited to make sure she was done with her questions before deciding to answer her. "well, it would be nice to have an extra set of paws. i suppose if it's okay with your mentor, you're welcome to tag along with me." the medicine cat told her in response. hopefully, that was the answer that she wanted and not anything different. the tom wouldn't mind spending his morning with bumblepaw and seeing how her training was going along, possibily teaching her some basic herb knowledge too if she wanted.

𝐘𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞
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molly | 44m | queen | no apprentice
location: nursery - camp clearing | mentions: stormclaw, creamflower | tags: beetlewhisker

the feline ate alongside her kit, the mouse was quick work. Fernkti was about half her size now at four moons old, which was to be expected, he wasn't a newborn anymore. he was starting to become more independent also, which was something she had hoped. the last thing yarrowgaze wanted was him to become a clingy cat, that was never a good thing. some independence would help him learn and grow and she made sure not to coddle him nor did she allow others to either. she ran a paw over her face a few times before getting up, the queen would rather head out and hunt, she was counting down the days she would no longer be cooped up in the nursery. the molly shook her head and decided to find some conversation since stormclaw had been called away. she would have joined the conversation but creamflower was back to eating her fish and she'd rather not disturb anyone. It didn't take long for her to spot beetlewhisker, who just seemed to be grooming himself. the gray and white cat made her way over to him, dipping her head in greeting. "morning beetlewhisker." she greeted him.

𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐭
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tom | 4m | kit | no mentor
location: camp | mentions: none | tags: --

by the time he had finished eating, his mother had left his side. the kit figured he could keep himself busy by just playing around the camp today, maybe bother a warrior or two to show him and critic him on his stalking. fernkit stretched, tail quivering before he bounded towards the old rotted tree that he knew the clan meeting were held. he knew oneeye and some others were there so he figured he would listen to what was going on, what patrols were going out and such, he didn't have much else to do after all.