[ ◆ - 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘯 ]

[RobinWing.]

Raingaze
tags: Plumsparrow, Sparrowtail

"I know of a few," Raingaze answered Plumsparrow. "I know marigold, dock, catmint, alder, burdock.." the silvery tom trailed off, furrowing his brow as he tried to recall more. "As I kit, I'd always bother the medicine cat and she would put me to work to get me, quite literally, off her tail," he purred, enjoying the fond memories as they came back. "If we see any, I'm sure they'd be put to good use."

At Plumsparrow's sign to stop and hush, he froze and glanced around. The scent of rabbit filled his nostrils and he saw the bunny's ears sticking up through the grass. He crouched and listened to the plan before weaving his way through the undergrowth to get to his position. After a few moments, Raingaze heard Plumsparrow's yowl and soon after the thumping of the rabbit's strong back legs kicking the ground as it ran away. He readied himself and bunched his muscles, preparing to give chase. He's tail thwacked the ground as the tom watched Sparrowtail pounce at the rabbit, but instead go sprawling. Aw, bad luck! he thought. His eyes widened as the rabbit bounded in his direction. Raingaze unsheathed his claws, reared up, and attempted to slam his big white paws down on the rabbit, but unfortunately missed. He tore after the bouncy-brown-blurr, matching it turn for turn. With a final leap, he felt his claws sink into fur. The tom delivered a quick bite and the rabbit went limp. He picked it up and trotted back to his clanmates, struggling to catch his breath through the prey's fluff pressed up against his nose. He dropped it near Plumsparrow and Sparrowtail, waiting patiently to see if they would continue hunting or if they were done for the morning. He gave Sparrowtail's shoulder a friendly headbutt. "You'll have better luck next time," Raingaze purred, hoping the tom wasn't too embarrassed. "Rabbits are tough! Too quick for their own good!"

[tealfeather]

skybird { territory. vixennight. }
>> she/her. warrior. twenty-one moons.
>> white cat with heterochromia.

Skybird easily kept up an even pace with Vixennight. "Good. Looking for something to do, and I'm glad I found you, so I don't have to do whatever I end up doing alone." She never was the type of cat to thrive on her own, and she knew it. She worked best when able to bounce off of others. Noticing the attention on her eyes, she blinked one at a time and then winked with a smile. "What're you up to? Lone patrol? Hunting? An adventure?"

[eleutheromania]

❄ Ｅｌｍｔｏｏｔｈ
― "large medium furred black tom with green-yellow eyes and one overgrown fang."
❲ tom ❳ ❲ 75 moons ❳ ❲ warrior ❳ ❲ mentions⎬ - ❳ ❲ tags⎬ frostpaw ❳

to the tom, watching from the side lines he could tell that frostpaw seemed to be getting confused with the situation. he settled himself in his spot, lingering just beyond the shadows as his apprentice attempted to figure out where he was or what was going on. elmtooth moved forward one paw at a time, careful of his footing until he could no longer do so without being visible. as frostpaw turned his head, he sprung forward from the tom's left side.

the black feline made no move to slow his pace but he would not put his full force behind it. the first goal was to barrel into the tom's side, if he was lucky enough to get that close. knocking frostpaw off balance would give him a greater advantage than that of his current surprise attack. he was only a few foxlengths away so in a matter of seconds he would either be knocking into his apprentice's side or trying to grab a hind leg with sheathed claws to accomplish the same goal. if his reflexes weren't fast enough, then frostpaw was one step closer to being ready despite the horrible events clouding the clan's mind.

[Ember1989]

Shadowkit | female | 5 moons | kit | Tag: open

Shadow shook as she thought of the huge explosion that killed her parents. How she had run to find them both dead. “I can’t look after myself...” she meowed. The kit looked around. She knew she had to get away from here. The smell of ash stung her nose. “I guess I should go...” she sighed and padded off, still in shock.

[Chaotic_Affection]

❥ Timber
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Molly || 21 moons || Outsider || Pregnant
Location: camp || Tags: Scarabstar < mentioned

The bright eyed molly had grown anxious and restless, resulting in some exploration. Timber padded through the underbrush just outside of the clan’s camp, searching for useless items to distract herself with. Though as she walked on, her ankle began to ache and she couldn’t find anything worth her attention. Giving the area another glance, she turned tail and made her way back towards camp. Her hurried pace slowed to a walk, limping ever-so-slightly as the barely noticeable pain had become a little more evident. The crater in the earth was pretty deep, she was thankful that Faircrown had managed to get her out– and especially thankful that her ex-mate hadn’t discovered her first.
She huffed to herself as she took a spot in a particularly sunny area. What if Shadowstep is to ever find her? What would he do? Should she simply go back to him?
Though her anxiety-causing thoughts where disrupted as the lanky oriental leader padded around, his pale eyes searching through camp, though he eventually moved to examine the fresh-kill pile. With a blink of her blue eyes, her gaze began to comb through the camp, the cats have seemed to calm down since the initial explosion, they were all now simply chatting among each other. Clan-cat lives seem so much more different than her rogue clan life had been, despite living in a group the rogues seemed to always work alone– but in Bearclan everyone worked together to solve issues and work out problems. From the looks of it, clan-life left cats with tight bonds between each other due to having to work together as they did. Timber’s observing was caught up with another thought, her brows furrowed for only a brief moment as she hauled herself to her paws.

➸ Softblaze
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Molly || 22 moons || Warrior
Location: camp || Tags: none — open

Softblaze’ jaws gaped in a wide yawn, she drew her rough tongue over her nose and her protruding fangs. She slid down from the flat stone that sat directly in the sun, her sleek coat catching the light and making her fur appear as if it had been freaking rained on. The black molly stretched her rather short limbs, and padded off towards the fresh-kill pile, gently grabbing a mouse in her maw and carrying it off to a secluded spot in a corner of the well-known camp so she could eat in peace– something she claimed she didn’t get much of.

[cinnamoncat312]

Orchidpaw
molly; 8 moons; russian blue w/ green eyes; mentions: none; tags: Oakfang

"I know." Orchidpaw sighed, finally getting out of her fluffy-brained state. As she caught up to her mentor, she called: "I can maneuver cliffs just fine, thank you!" She ran ahead, her nimble paws easily leapng over the most slippery parts of the rocks. She looked behind her and grinned at Oakfang cheekily. Then she landed. Landed. She looked down in horrified determination. Her claws scrambled against the wet rock. Nothing to hold onto. She took a deep breath and, with no other option besides falling onto some very sharp rocks, she leaped. She soared as far as possible and landed in the river with a large splash. She shivered in the cold water and quickly got out and shook her fur out. She smiled at Oakfang, refusing to be embarrased.

Vixennight

molly; 28 moons; pale silver tabby w/ yellow eyes; mentions: none; tags: Skybird

Vixennight flicked her ears and smiled. She restrained herself from rolling her eyes and started to lightly pad along the path in front of them. "Yes, a lone patrol." She mewed, waving her tail low to the ground. She snapped her head up at the sound of a twig snapping. Her ears perked up and swiveled around, searching for the animal. She heard rustling in the elderberry bush ahead of them. "Did you hear that?" She whispered, dropping to a crouch. Perhaps it was a crow, perhaps it was a rogue. Either way the silver molly was ready to attack.

[kopfkino]

𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

( ☾ ) ── ❝ 𝘉𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘕𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘌 ❞

( 56 moons ) ─ ( she-cat ) ─ ( medicine cat ) ─ ( main cave ) ─ ( guilty, worried ) ─ ( scarabstar & jackdawpounce )

indentation Brightnoise dipped her head to Scarabstar, paws already turning in the direction that she'd last seen the pretty loner. She hadn't done more than take a step, head turning before she stopped abruptly, nearly colliding with Jackdawpounce. The black cat was addressing Scarabstar, but their speech was off, wrong. Faircrown had sounded fairly similar the night before, half-deafened by the explosion, but his hearing had improved with some rest. His balance hadn't, though. Jackdawpounce must be having similar issues.

indentation Brightnoise froze as she tried to recall the cat's post-explosion state, expression clouding with confusion as she concentrated on the blur of memories of yesterday. She'd helped with so many minor injuries, on top of examining cats from the patrol, and then later, preparing Dovemourn's body for vigil, but she couldn't recall when she'd examined Jackdawpounce. And she certainly didn't recall her apprentice mentioning examining them. Had she forgotten?

indentation Guilt dragged at Brightnoise's paws, a physical force that took her breath away and darkened her vision. She had to push it away and focus on Jackdawpounce's garbled words before shaking her head forcefully, facing the cat. "Come with me." She had no idea the extent of Jackdawpounce's hearing loss, but gestured with her tail and spoke as clearly as possible, for the cat to pick up her cues. After a moment, she crossed the tiny stream back to her den, pulling out any herbs that she thought she might need. If they had wounds, they were likely closing up by now, but a little horsetail - the last of her herbs to ward off infection before she gathered more - might still help protect them. She had nothing to help with hearing though, but it didn't hurt to do an examination.

𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺-𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

( ☁ ) ── ❝ 𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘜𝘋𝘉𝘜𝘙𝘚𝘛 ❞

( 84 moons ) ─ ( tom ) ─ ( senior warrior ) ─ ( camp entrance ) ─ ( thoughtful ) ─ ( thrushfeather, quilldown )

indentation Quilldown easily fell into step beside Cloudburst and the older tom flicked his ear to show that he'd heard as he led the way out of camp. He mulled his words over for a moment before finally responding. "I'm fine. Maybe a bit sore and tired after helping clean up camp yesterday, but I think a good hunt will clear up any remaining stiffness." The elderly tom sounded confident and hopeful, refusing to dwell on the Clan's loss while they were out hunting. It was a shame, but it wouldn't help them fill their Clanmates' bellies.

indentation He drew in a deep breath once they were safely beneath the trees, taking the least steep path. Some of the territory gave way to short, rocky cliffs that apprentices were taught to navigate and to build strength on, and Cloudburst knew the easiest paths down like the back of his paw, tail swishing as he led the way. "What about you, Quilldown? Thrushfeather?"

indentation Cloudburst did not hear the minute sound of Thrushfeather falling, but he did turn his head to make sure she was keeping up, and to include her in the conversation, in time to see her springing to her paws and catching up. Surprise lit his gaze as he paused. "Are you alright? Did you trip over something?" He was already scenting the air for danger. Just in case. There was still a faint unease of wondering if their territory was fine other than that explosion by the mines.

𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

( ♛ ) ── ❝ 𝘍𝘈𝘐𝘙𝘊𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘕 ❞

( 46 moons ) ─ ( tom ) ─ ( warrior ) ─ ( camp ) ─ ( restless ) ─ ( duskbreeze )

indentation Faircrown hadn't been long in silence, concentrating on the path alongside the river, when a sound behind him caught his attention. He turned just in time to see Duskbreeze pouncing on a leaf, and twitched his ear in amusement, until his Clanmate expressed embarrassment. Faircrown shook his head immediately. "Don't be embarrassed, Duskbreeze! It's great to keep your skills sharp and still have fun!"

indentation Faircrown himself was a playful cat, often pouncing on leaves and feathers, or climbing trees and jumping out at Clanmates in mock-fights. His energy wasn't always appreciated, but he, at least, knew how to see the fun in life. And to prove this, the tom hurled himself at another leaf nearby, but missed horribly, stumbling over his own paws as his balance failed. He landed in a heap, air huffing out of his aching lungs and he coughed.

indentation "Ach. Okay, I guess I shouldn't do that right now," he wheezed, carefully climbing back to his feet. He shook his head to try to clear the dizziness and continued back toward the stream run-off. It wouldn't be too far before they got to the main river source, and he quickened his pace, listening for Duskbreeze to join him.

𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

( ❅ ) ── ❝ 𝘍𝘙𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘗𝘈𝘞 ❞

( 13 moons ) ─ ( tom ) ─ ( apprentice ) ─ ( in the forest ) ─ ( alert ) ─ ( elmtooth )

indentation Frostpaw continued to stand there, slightly stumped and irritated by the struggle to locate his mentor. He hated waiting for an attack, not knowing the direction it'd come from or when it'd happen. His tail-tip continued to twitch and, as he turned his head again, there was a rush of movement that his ears just picked up and he barely had time to respond before something careened right into his side, knocking the breath from him.

indentation As momentum carried him over, the tom allowed himself to fall onto his side, and then onto his belly, front paws hooking around Elmtooth's sides so he was under the tom, and began pummeling his mentor's belly with his hind paws, careful to keep his claws sheathed. His grip was sloppy at first, but he was quick to correct it, determined not to let the larger tom break his hold. "Sneaky," he managed to spit out at his mentor, still trying to right his breathing. His airways were still a touch hindered from breathing so much dust and ash in the day before, but he was young and strong. He'd recover soon enough, if he was careful not to push himself too hard.

indentation The tom eventually coiled his muscles, ready to use his hind legs to try to heave his mentor off of him. It was a move that he'd rarely been successful at in past moons, due to his mentor's greater size and heft, but Frostpaw had done a lot of growing since the beginning of his apprenticeship. Still, Elmtooth was a seasoned warrior and had grown used to his apprentice's tactics, so Frostpaw wasn't sure that he had the element of surprise on his side.

[Ember1989]

Shadowkit | female | 5 moons | kit | Tag: open

The young kit wasn’t sure if calling out for help would be wise. Her parents were dead and she was sad and scared. “Hello? Is there anyone out here?” Shadow called out just a bit nervous as she did so. What if she was found by two legs or worse, dogs? She coughed a bit as the smell of ash stung her nose. She called out as loud as her tiny voice allowed

[RobinWing.]

Duskbreeze
tags: Faircrown

The dark tom fluffed out his fur and relaxed a little when as he watched Faircrown bolt after another leaf. He felt a purr rise in his throat, and this time he didn't cut it short. He hadn't felt like this around another clanmate since he was an apprentice. He bounded after the ginger tom and gave him a small nudge on his shoulder, careful to be gentle enough to not unbalance him. "I don't know what's making you seem so wobbly, but I doubt you'll feel like this forever," he meowed in a reassuring tone. "If it doesn't fix itself, Brightnoise is a very skilled medicine cat. She'll probably be able to help."

Duskbreeze's nose twitched at the smell of fresh water. He hadn't noticed how dry his mouth was until he realized how close they were. It wasn't long before they reached the stream. With a happy flick of his tail, the black tom crouched and lapped at the cool stream. After he had his fill, he carefully waded into the water, enjoying the feeling of the water flowing around his paws. He stretched his toes out and let some grit and ash be washed from under his claws and from between his toe pads.

Dawncloud
tags: Shadow(kit)

Dawncloud padded silently through the trees, he dainty paws making it easy for her to quickly pick her way through and avoid crackling twigs and crunchy leafs. She had caught herself a mouse, and a long, soft feather in case some of the younger cats needed cheering up, on her morning walk. the she-cat was now on her way back to the place where she had buried her finds, and then back to camp. Suddenly, Dawncloud's white and brown splotchy coat bristled slightly. She shook her head and pricked her ears. What did I just hear? Still as stone, she waited and listened. It wasn't long before she heard another cry. She took off in the direction of the noise, only slowing when she picked up the scent of another cat. From there, she decided it would be best to remain hidden until she was sure there was no danger.

Lowering herself into a crouch, Dawncloud quietly followed the scent on the wind. That's no scent I recognize... When she felt she was close enough, she quickly picked her way up a tree and stalked out onto a limb to scan the area. It took her a few moments, but her blue gaze soon landed on a small, dark ball of mewling fur. Feeling somewhat relieved that it was only a kit, she waited to see if anyone else would happen to approach. Perhaps the kits parent's would hear her and come get her. She didn't want to get caught playing with a rogue or loner's kit; it could lead to trouble if they took her as a threat. When Dawncloud was sure that she and the kit were alone, she dropped back down the tree trunk and slowly approached the young cat. "Hello," Dawncloud mewed gently, a hint of purr in her voice. She didn't want to spook the kit. "Are you okay?"

[Ember1989]

Shadowkit | female | 5 moons | kit | Tag: open

“Not really. There was this big explosion. My parents were out here. I wasn’t far from it so I didn’t die, B-but they did!” Shadow had was still in shock at her parents death. She blamed the two legs. No animal could cause an explosion. She looked at the older cat. “My name is Shadow.” Shadow decided this cat was friendly and probably heard her cries. Her fur was still covered in dirt, and her parents blood still stained her black fur.