whisperclan old thread

[spotthecow]

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serene|rogue youth|she-cat|deaf|11 moons|tagged w/ larkspur
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xxxxxSilence...Vibrations...Silence. That was what ran through the mind of the small feline everyday. This kind of life had been a whole different world for her since the rogues had taken over the clan. Words which young Serene knew not about were being constantly spat about and all she seemed to be able to do was sit in watch in utter silence. Sure, the white and faded brown splotched she-cat could speak and show a stifled voice which she could not tell was her own, however as time passed, it became easier to just speak to those whom she was closest to and avoid the clan cats as much as possible. It placed a rather strange feeling at the pit of her stomach to even try reading the tongues of the clan cats, any yet slowly became more normal through the passing of the five moons.

The pretty she-cat lounged towards the edge of the camp, watching the different felines walk around chatting with their denmates or laughing at another. Oh, how she wished that it could be that easy for herself to eavesdrop or speak so loudly that cats would look at her too and smile. A delicate frown etched on the lips of her muzzle just at the thought, and quickly she found that she wanted to mind to become occupied on something or perhaps someone else. Her beautiful eyes of pale blue wandered around the clearing until she spotted a familiar pelt of another young rogue, resting on the grass below him. Only then, did her face light up again. Serene padded towards Lakespur quietly, her paws barely touching the ground with each careful movement. That was one perk of being deaf, she was always as quiet as a mouse when sneaking up on prey or anyone else. As she had gotten closer, the she-cat realized that the tom was not only lounging around, but he had fallen asleep as well. Serene was bored though and the only one to truly keep her occupied at the moment was lakespur, so the she-cat sat beside him and gave his twitching tail a slap with her front paws.

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tidalbreeze|warrior|she-cat|38 moons|apprentice: snowpaw|tagged w/ nobody, open
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xxxxx----casually looking for apprentice, but not too busy----

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wanderingflame|elder|tom|72 moons|tagged w/no body, open
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xxxxx----sunbathing in his favorite spot----

[Rae'tia]

Cliffpaw
9m - Apprentice - Mentor: Locustsight
Location: Camp - Tags: Locustsight

Head snapping up as he caught the scent of his mentor, the spotted tabby mentally groaned as he glanced out the apprentice's den entrance and say her padding towards him. Stepping calmly out of the den, the brown tom stood as his mentor paused not too far away. Beating back a huff as the she-cat gave him a simple greeting and started ordering him around. It wasn't something he was particularly upset with, he didn't want to stay in camp for much longer either. The longer he was out in the open inside the camp, the more likely something was going to happen. Rolling his shoulders, the partly cloudy-eyed male slowly padded after his mentor head held high.

While Being in camp and around the rogues made him jumpy, there was no way in Starclan that he was going to show any weakness to mongrels like them. Flexing his claws has he padded behind his mentor he spoke quietly. "What are we doing today, Locustsight? Anything interesting at least?" The tom personally wasn't sure what he'd prefer. Hunting was kind of boring to him, but it meant he'd probably get something to eat that wasn't leftovers of those fox-hearted rogues. With battle-training would be exhausting but useful. And any kind of patrols, aside from a hunting patrol would just be a little pointless. After all, we've already been invaded.

Vlatka
35m - Loner - Companion: None
Location: River Outside the Territory - Tags: Open

Glancing out over the water in front of her, the torbie sighed pupils narrowing into slits, as her vivid green eyes stared down at her own reflection. Rarely did she look at herself anymore. While she had her mother's eyes, she found that she looked more like her father. Same long curly fur, the same shade of orange. Vlatka thought absently as she spotted a burr in her coat, face contorting into a grimace. Working quickly the lithely built feline worked the burr out of her coat, purring in satisfaction when she finally did get it out. Turning back to the rushing river water, she once again started to compare herself to her father before cringing and shaking her head.

Not a good idea, she mentally scolded herself, before turning her gaze upward and into Whisperclan territory. Was is still Whisperclan territory though? With the rogues still here she wasn't sure what was going on with the clan. The she-cat had often watched the clan patrol not long after she'd gotten there, and it seemed as the more time went by less and fewer patrols went out. Maybe she was coming at the wrong times? Had the rogues killed them all? She shook her head, no I doubt that. I don't think they had enough rogues for that. She blinked, "Unless they picked up more along the way."

[maplefoxie]

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xxxxxx► molly • 45 moons • rogue warrior • location; camp • tagged; open • mentions; Cassus ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

The black molly's gaze shifted over the mass of cats in the camp, her jaws currently locked around a surprisingly small mouse, just 5 moons ago the rogues he only joined recently had taken over the clan. As much as Panther appreciated the territory, the way the rogues had gained control was something she just couldn't agree with. She had heard that the rogues had ambushed the previous leader, and killed her in cold blood when she was weakened. She remembered the tinge of disgust at the news of how the rogues had won, yes they had won, but she didn't like this tainted victory. Yet here she sat, jaws chewing on a mouse, less for the food and more so that it let her think. It's been 5 moons and the clan hasn't accepted their defeat, and honestly, she could see why, to them, their clan was stolen from them with no thread of respect. She didn't want this conflict to escalate, but a part of her had told her that it must, and there was no escaping it.

Finally deciding it was time to stop looking as if she had nothing else to do, she quickly swallowed up the remains of the trashed mouse and went along her day. Cassus was going to order all the rogues around soon, and whether out of obedience or fear, they would listen. Gathering the exact scope of how the rogues operated was harder than she thought, though it was probably a mix of both. Yet if some of the rogues were so scared of Cassus, shouldn't they just leave? Maybe they were too scared to survive on their own, but then again, she was still here, so what could she say.

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xxxxxx► molly • 9 moons • clan apprentice • location; training hollow • tagged; thunderhaven • mentions; - ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

The apprentice and mentor duo had been at the training hollow since dawn, and by now Lilacpaw could feel the harsh sun against her back, exhaustion clear on her features, but they couldn't stop, she couldn't stop. Hunting training had been slowed recently, and she could see why, she much preferred battle training anyhow. The rogues wouldn't stand a chance if she kept training.

Being pushed down yet again, she felt the lick of frustration begin to rise within her, she needed to get this right eventually. Ears perked up to listen to her mentor's advice she took in his words once more, and gave a sharp nod in response, had it been earlier she would let out a sharp-tongued response, her way of letting her mentor know she wasn't done yet. But by now it was sunhigh, and she wasn't keen to spend any more of her energy on sharp quips. With frustration turning to determination, the calico apprentice lept at the dark brown tabby, trying to get a grip on his back, as he instructed.

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xxxxxx► tom • 28 moons • loner • location; whisperclan border • tagged; open • mentions; Vlatka ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

The somewhat small grey and white tom had been padding along the border for a while now, the clan had been quiet recently, though he guessed he could blame it on the rouges that had arrived recently. In any normal time, the clan would send patrols along the border every few hours or so, but now it's sunhigh, and there's no sign of any activity other the stray cat every now and there. This isn't new either, it's been happening for the past moons now. Cypress had already hunted earlier in the dawn, he had tried to avoid the clan territory, usually he'd have no mercy messing with them but they've become scarce, he was ok with giving himself most of the afternoon just to explore.

Then again there wasn't much to explore, and he wasn't keen to move either, his mother had her den here and he wasn't about to move from the home she gave him. So sitting at the border it was, left to ponder how exactly his neighbours who always claimed they were so high and mighty fell so fast. There was another loner here now too, not with the 'clan' if he could even call them a clan anymore, but she seemed busy with her own business.

White paws treading lightly across the grass, desperate not to leave a trace, he cautiously crossed the border into the clan, normally he'd be happy to charge in quickly, clan cats usually never killed, but recently he'd been cautious, he didn't want to get caught by the rouges. But he wanted to know what was happening across the border, so with careful placement of his paws, the grey loner had treaded slightly deeper into the territory, keeping the border in sight in case he had to bolt.

[lex]

• 𝙃𝘼𝙕𝙀𝙇𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙆𝙀𝙍 •
ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ᴄᴀᴛ • ᴛᴏᴍ • 43 ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱ
ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: foxbane • ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: outside camp

Hazelwhisker sat outside of the medicine cat's den. Well, it was the medicine cat's den, at one point, but he had been rather aggressively forbade of doing anything that a medicine cat was supposed to do. He still slept there, but his herb stores were gone (they had been ruined by the rogues upon taking over) and the only thing that remained even vaguely medicine cat related was the bundle of dried moss and grasses for nest-making. He, thus, didn't like to spend a lot of time there. It wasn't the same, and whenever he disappeared behind a rock any longer than it would take to make dirt some bothersome rogue would stick their noses where they didn't belong.
──The orange-and-white tom looked up towards the sky, noting the time briefly before he looked around to the wanderings around camp. He felt awkwardly out of place. He could hunt, but he wasn't great at it. He could do a border patrol, but who needed to do one of those? After all, the camp was plenty full of intruders. There was no point in keeping the odd loner out.
──His thoughts on the matter were interrupted as Foxbane strode towards him. He straightened up a little and gave the long fur on his chest a brief lick. He heard her request─no, very clearly her demand─and gave a curt not. He stood, looking out of the edge of his vision towards the rogues. "Of course," he said, following. "I would quite like to eat well tonight, after all." He followed her, ears folding back briefly to listen and make sure they were not being followed. He knew this was not a hunting mission. Foxbane needed to travel to the Stone of Whiskers. It would have to be a stealthy affair, since if their disappearance was thought about too much the rogues might catch on.
──Once they were plenty out of earshot, Hazelwhisker spoke up, though still in hushed tones. "We will have to hurry if we're to be back before sundown. Also... if we are caught, what is your plan?"

• 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉 •
ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ • ᴛᴏᴍ • 32 ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱ
ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: thunderhaven, lilacpaw • ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: training hollow

The tom lay with his hip rolled to the side, sunbathing on a rock in a comfortable, leisurely position, his long, spindly legs splayed out to catch the warm rays of sunhigh. His eyes were closed and he lay almost unnaturally still, the only movement the very faintest of rising and falling of his chest. He looked almost dead, if very comfortably dead.
──White Venison's relaxation did not last long. He was not outwardly interrupted, but his awoke out of his gentle dozing and he moved to sit up, torn ears pricking slightly. The rogue warrior's name came from the shape of his torn ears. The way they slightly curled inwards, accompanied with his tall, slender form and wide chest; against a bright light, White Venison's silhouette vaguely resembled a stag. Or at least, that was what he was told his name was. The queen that had bore him and that had torn his ears was not the queen that raised him. He did not have a name before. He didn't seem to mind either way; it was just a name, anyways. Hardly important. What was important was the present. He was a loyal rogue (though to some, that was an oxymoron of the highest degree). The new territory brought good food and good shelter, and that is all he could ask for. The Clan cats themselves were a neutral matter to him.
──White Venison stood and stretched, his long, dark tail curling over his back. He looked about for a few moments with half-lidded eyes, letting out a half-sigh before he walked to leave the camp. He didn't have a clear destination in mind. He walked through the ferns that littered the ground, not seeming bothered by how un-stealthy he was being. His paws led him to the training hollow, where he could hear the quiet words spoken between an apprentice and a warrior. He approached, peering inside with an only vaguely intrigued expression on his face. There were two cats practicing; he did not quite remember their names, but they were Clan cats. He did not make himself expressly known. If they saw him, good for them. If they didn't, good for him.

[kopfkino]

𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦-𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

( ❅ ) ── ❝ 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘛𝘌𝘍𝘖𝘟 ❞

( 57 moons ) ─ ( she-cat ) ─ ( whisperclan warrior ) ─ ( whisperclan camp ) ─ ( irritable ) ─ ( panther )

indentation An ever-present dark cloud loomed over Whitefox as she crept into camp with a plump squirrel, fattening up for a long leaf-bare. Before long, prey would grow scraggly and thin and fill few bellies. More so now, with these foxhearts in our camp. The large white she-cat curled her lips and raked her fierce gaze around camp before padding toward her usual eating spot in camp. Only to nearly trip over Panther, sitting entirely too close to her spot.

indentation Whitefox dropped the squirrel between her paws and towered over the black she-cat, yellow eyes cold and narrowed. Scent told her that Panther wasn't actually sitting there, but had likely paused in whatever destination she was headed to. This didn't matter to Whitefox, though. The she-cat was a rogue, an interloper, who's group had come in and slaughtered their leader and uprooted their way of life. Whitefox had made it her personal mission to never let them grow comfortable and confident in their place in camp, picking fights almost every other day. She'd already had a number of scars before they'd taken over camp, but now her pelt and muzzle were absolutely riddled, fur still torn from another recent scrap.

indentation Still, she sized Panther up and spoke in a heavily sarcastic voice. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize this spot was reserved for a flea-bitten foxheart. Oh, wait, it's not. I suggest you move along, if you know what's good for you." Hazelwhisker would be angry if she picked another fight - he hadn't been allowed to heal injuries or illness in several moons at this point, and it was only a matter of time before one of Whitefox's scratches wound up infected. Her yellow stare was fixated on Panther, silently daring the she-cat to rise to her challenge.

𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦

( ∵ ) ── ❝ 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘛 ❞

( 10 moons ) ─ ( tom ) ─ ( rogue youth ) ─ ( whisperclan camp ) ─ ( bored ) ─ ( phaethon )

indentation A prod in the flank caused Blackspot to look up, tail bushing out for a heartbeat before he relaxed as his brother loomed over him. This relief lasted approximately two heartbeats before Phaethon dropped down on top of him, limply pinning him to the ground. The air whooshed out of his lungs and he scrabbled at his brother's pelt and the ground until he'd managed to squirm free, shaking sand and dirt out of his pelt.

indentation "Have you been eating rocks? You're heavier than a fat old badger." He lightly batted at his older brother's ears, an affectionate cuff, before dropping into a hunter's crouch. It wasn't quite as refined as those Clan apprentice cats had learned, but he was still a decent-enough hunter. "You've gotten fat now that we actually have enough prey to eat." He cast an appraising eye over his brother's thick coat. It was glossy and healthy, and his ribs weren't visible. Blackspot had been quite young, too little to have really helped the other rogues take over WhisperClan, but he could see that his rogue group was not welcome here.

indentation "To be honest, for a heartbeat, I thought you were that mangy white cat." The white she-cat in question had picked fights with nearly every rogue in the group by this point, and had been the one to give him the deep scar on his shoulder when he was barely 6 moons old. He'd learned to avoid her since. When she wasn't using her claws, she was giving a verbal lashing almost as bad and he preferred to avoid it. "What did you have in mind, anyway?"

[ColonelHamster]

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❆ age: ten moons ❆ gender: male ❆ rank: apprentice ❆ tags: Peppercorn

Snowpaw had been dozing off near the edges of camp after getting back from the dawn patrol. He’d put in some work, so had decided he was due for a nap. He wasn’t necessarily avoiding his mentor, but he also hadn’t gone seeking her out for more to do. The young apprentice might have continued to sleep for a while longer, but voices started to rise up in camp, pulling him from his sleep. His blue eyes slowly opened. He frowned as his eyes adjusted to the light. He was at the edges of camp, tucked back under some bracken. It was a little hiding spot he had found back as a young kit. He had about worried Skyforst to death the first time he decided to take a nap there. He’d grown a lot since then though, and his size and pelt color now prevented him from going completely unseen.

Snowpaw started to sure, stretching out his front paws, claws digging into the soft ground. The young Tom was just about to yawn when his nose started to tickle. His muzzle wrinkled up as his brows furrowed. After a few seconds, the sneeze escaped. Fortunately It wasn’t very loud, but his nose still felt rather odd. “Ugh....” The young Tom groaned, rubbing his paw against his nose. Snowpaw pulled himself forward, crawling out from under the bracken. The tom let out a yawn as he sat up. Snowpaw was a little startled to to see the tortoiseshell rogue, Peppercorn nearby. He’d been on the patrol with her earlier. She had been surprising useful. She even took some orders from Foxbane. Though, the young tom still felt a slight resentment towards her. He felt that way with all the rogues. He’d been too young to help during the attack, but he still remembered how scared he felt hiding behind his mother in the nursing. The sounds of cats yowling, and cries from the cat fighting outside.

Snowpaw lifted a paw, licking the underside between the pads. “Hello Peppercorn,” Snowpaw spoke softly, flicking his tail in a lazy manner towards molly. “Anything Of interest since the patrol?” The young tom asked casually. He ask for for information, doing his best to be civil, but obviously not overly friendly with the rogue molly. His gaze lifted up hearing Whitefox starting up something, again. Snowpaw frowned as he let out another sigh. Why couldn’t she just save that energy? There would be a time and place for it. Very few seconds was just a waste of time. She’d end up getting badly hurt to be useless by the time they ever made their move.

[The White Feline]

Location: The river Tags:Open


Otterwhisker dive into the crystal blue river, he can feel the cold heavy water on his fur but he did not mind the feeling. Shiny colorful pebbles were on the river floor. Otterwhisker reached for them with his brown paws. When he successfully grabbed one he swam up for air. As he swam up he spotted a curly fur she-cat near the shore of the river. Taking to herself about something, but he wasn't close enough to hear what she was saying. With a quick glance he noticed that she was loner cat. The brown warrior continued to gather pebbles, hoping she'll say hi to him cause he liked making friends with other cats and animals, except for rogues their mean.

[phayraoh]

𝚏𝚘𝚡𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚎 — [fäks - bān] — 37 moons
𝖣𝖤𝖯𝖴𝖳𝖸. a red somali she-cat with pale green eyes
location: clan territory | tags: hazelwhisker

Foxbane was relieved when she heard Hazelwhisker's pawsteps following after her. Now that she was out of the ravine, her nerves spiked, but she forced herself to remain calm. They could still be approached by a patrol or a lone rogue returning from a solo hunt; she couldn't let her guard down. When the former medicine cat spoke, the deputy swallowed and tried to ignore the shiver that coursed down her spine like an adder peeling out of the shadows.

"I suppose we will say we are hunting," she began slowly, "Leafbare is coming, and since no cat is allowed to visit the Stone of Whispers, nobody ever hunts over there. We could say we were hoping there would be plenty of prey to catch." After a moment of silence Foxbane added: "I'm not afraid of them anyway. They wouldn't harm me...Cassus needs me alive and unharmed if he wishes to have any sort of control over the Clan cats." She winced at her words, but they were the stark truth. The rogue leader issued his commands through her, knowing her Clanmates would rather take orders from their deputy than an outside usurper. Of course, Foxbane was never one to bow down and openly went against any outrageous demands. She would always side with WhisperClan.

Foxbane grew more at ease as the grew near enough to the river to hear its distant roaring. This was no tame forest stream, and its power had taken cats' lives before. Sometimes, grizzlies would flock to the rapids and snatch the salmon the bounded upstream to spawn. They'd never bothered the cats, but you wouldn't catch Foxbane trying to disturb their hunting. The thundering of the river would mask their conversation, and the mists tossed up by the unrelenting waters would hide their scent. It would be some time before they reached the falls, but at least they would have a good chance of reaching the cave that housed the Stone.

𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 — [ˈTHəndər - ˈhāvən] — 53 moons
𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a massive dark brown tabby maine coon tom with pale green eyes
location: training hollow | tags: lilacpaw; white venison [m]

Thunderhaven braced himself as Lilacpaw leaped at him, letting out a grunt as her weight landed on his back. He was pleased with her grip, though he could sense she was probably wearing out from their ceaseless drills. The maine coon tucked into a roll to dislodge her from his back, wanting to see if she would be quick enough to avoid being crushed. Once he felt her gone from him, he rose to his paws and shook dust from his dark fur. "All right; that's enough for today," he mewed; "Good work...but you still have much to learn!" he added, not wanting her to get too full of herself. He wouldn't admit it, but he was proud of the fighter his apprentice was shaping up to be.

His ears perked as he heard something stomping through the undergrowth towards them. Thunderhaven lashed his tail and let out a low growl. Those cursed rogues would scare off all the prey from here to the river! The tabby warrior narrowed his eyes, but no cat came out to reveal itself. Sniffing, he turned to Lilacpaw. "Let's do some hunting and head back to camp; you'll need something to eat, and I doubt those mangepelts have left anything on the pile; at this rate, they'll be too fat to get out of their nests!" Thunderhaven didn't bother lowering his voice. If there was a rogue spying from the bushes then, well, let them come out and challenge him! He lifted his tail and led the way out of the hollow, heading in the direction of camp.

𝚙𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗 — [ˈpepərkôrn] — 29 moons
𝖱𝖮𝖦𝖴𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a small tortoiseshell-and-white molly with amber eyes
location: camp | tags: snowpaw

Peppercorn jumped slightly when she heard someone say her name. She turned to see the Clan apprentice, Snowpaw, and relaxed. He didn't seem like the kind of cat who would want to pick a fight with her. "I can't say there is," she replied, shifting so she could face the white tom. She was rather surprised that he was talking to her, as most of the WhisperClan cats tended to keep to their own. Maybe things were easing up after all?

The thought didn't stay long. A hostile voice echoed off of the stony walls of the ravine, and Peppercorn was glad she wasn't on the end of it. She'd gotten a blow to the hindquarters from Whitefox before because she hadn't moved out of the molly's way quick enough. Now it seemed that Panther was the target of the warrior's aggression today. The tortoiseshell wondered if she ought to go and defend Panther, but she stayed put. She didn't want to fight anyone; besides, if anybody questioned her about it, she would just say that she didn't need to fight Panther's battles for her.

Turning her gaze away, she refocused on Snowpaw. "How are you getting along?" she asked, curious as to whether the younger rogues were starting to ease up towards their clan denmates. Peppercorn had to admit that the rogue youth were often far more nastier than the older rogues, always eager to prove to the others that they weren't weak.

𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗 — [fey-uh-thuhn] — 33 moons
𝖱𝖮𝖦𝖴𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a medium-furred black tom with a white face and pale yellow eyes
location: camp | tags: blackspot, tidalbreeze

"Hey now!" Theo replied, feigning offense with wide eyes. "You're just jealous that all this prey has brought out all my good looks. Listen, I can't help it if cats are tripping over themselves for my attention." He snickered and scooted away from Blackspot, wrinkling his muzzle when he brought up Whitefox, who was currently trying to get a rise out of Panther. Phaethon's ears perked with interest, but he knew better than to get involved.

"Maybe we could go find one of those loners," he mewed, standing up with a stretch. "I have yet to meet one." As he spoke, his yellow gaze landed on Tidalbreeze, who seemed to be searching for something -- or someone. "If you're looking for a good time, you'll find it with us," he called out to her. His eyes glittered with a challenge, but it wasn't one of hostility. Phaethon was known for badgering the Clan cats, but only those who took his jabs the wrong way ended up in a physical fight with him.

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❝ ── LOCUSTSIGHT. warrior. 36 moons. female. mentors cliffpaw. cliffpaw.
Tension continued to grow in the molly's shoulders as she led her apprentice outside. She let out a breath when she noticed that Cliffpaw had followed without any complaint. The tabby warrior didn't feel like dealing with any complaints at the moment. She relaxed a bit as the sounds of camp became muffled and she turned to the young tom at his words. In her mind anything was more interesting than staying back there. "Hunting", she responded. "We can do a bit of battle training afterwards, if you aren't too exhausted afterwards", she said with a flick of her tail. She had noticed the fresh kill pile had become smaller and smaller, ever since the rogues took over. It seemed as soon as they brought something back, the rogues had gotten a hold of it. They'd be as fat as kittypets at this rate. She let out a inward sigh. Hunting was boring enough and she'd already knew the clan would most likely have quite a bit of hunting to do soon. With leaf-bare on its way, it was clear that they would have to work twice as hard as usual. The thought angered the tabby warrior, knowing they'd do nothing but complain about it. Those rogues did nothing for the clan, yet it wasn't like they could get rid of them. Yet.

Locustsight had finally led her apprentice to the hunting grounds. It seemed as if no rogues were around, which she was thankful for. The last thing she wanted was meeting a rogue out in the territory - which happened more often than she liked. Why couldn't they just leave her alone? They seemed to even enjoy annoying the clan cats it seemed. She wouldn't doubt it, since they hardly seemed to do anything else. With a snort she slowed her pace and turned to her apprentice. "You know what to do, Cliffpaw", she said with a slight nod. She then added in a more quiet voice, "Try to enjoy yourself a bit, Cliffpaw. And keep your senses sharp. In case of any trouble." She then stood a short distance away from the tom, awaiting for him to take the lead. Cliffpaw was going to be ten moons old soon enough, so it was definitely time for him to take on a bit more responsibility.

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❝ ── LARKSPUR. rogue youth. 11 moons. male. no mentor. serene.
Larkspur's dozing had quickly turned into sleep as he laid there, having become bored after watching the clan cats. They were quite boring he'd realized, forever in bad moods and always complaining about them. A few in particular were always starting something up with the rogues. He didn't understand why they'd waste their time doing such. It had been five moons since they took over, why even bother? Just get used to it already, he had thought to himself one day. They weren't leaving anytime soon - if ever. But the clan cats just didn't seem to see this. He didn't understand why - they had only taken over their clan. They hadn't hurt anyone in the process. Well, except for Fernstar but she had to go. Maybe there could have been another way, but oh well. He didn't complain. One thing about living in the clan at least, was that they always managed to bring back plenty of prey for them and really he got to do whatever he want without punishment. So that was nice. These thoughts and many more had taken over his mind, before he had began to watch the clan cats and soon enough drifted off.

Larkspur slowly awoke when a paw slapped his tail. He assumed it was a clan cat at first, but when he turned he saw that it wasn't - it was Serene. He regarded the young molly as a friend. Despite the fact she couldn't talk, he still admired her other skills. He hadn't heard the molly approaching, which wasn't surprising. Larkspur could be considered a heavy sleeper, but typically only slept through noise rather than touch. He let out a yawn and stretched. "Hello, Serene", he muttered sleepily before catching himself. He didn't really know if Serene could understand what he was saying, but he wouldn't be surprised if she did. Still, he waved his tail in greeting and gave her a bright smile which he hoped would be seen as a greeting. He then turned questioning eyes on her, wondering how the young rogue was fairing during this time. Despite the fact she couldn't hear, she could speak - something he'd always remembered throughout his life. Besides her deafness, he saw her as a normal cat, so occasionally he would momentarily forget that she was deaf, but speaking without words came naturally to him more and more with every passing moon.

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❝ ── DAHLIA. rogue warrior. 35 moons. female. mentors no one. open.
-- open for interaction, in camp