𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 - open and accepting!

[azhefa.]

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𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 ＆ 𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑻
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river & raven ● 23m & 5m ● she-cat & tom ● queen & kit ● no love interests ● location; dens

tags; each other, milkkit
it's been quite a long few months for the young queen. first her heart was broken by a cruel tom, then she learned she was pregnant after leaving the clan. riversong counts herself lucky to have found cinderclan before birthing her kits, the security of a clan was something she very much needed. though she has been in the clan for several moons already, riversong was still trying to settle in. her kits were already at home in the clan, but she was still struggling.

the dark furred she-cat purrs as she feels her kits starting to awaken against her. though her kits are able to eat solid meats now, they still seem to enjoy suckling from her. it was a comfort thing, settling them when they are anxious or upset. riversong purrs to her kits as she sits up a bit and proceeds to groom each one. she may be a young mother, but she was an attentive one. ravenkit always enjoys his mother's grooming and purrs back to her. he suckles a little, wanting a taste of milk even though he was old enough for meat. it was just comforting to him to still be able to nurse from his mother, other kits seem to get cut off as soon as they can stomach meat.

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𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑻
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moon ● 3m ● tom ● kit ● no kit crushes ● location; open

tags; eveningcloud
sleeping, he'll be a cranky little nugget if awoken

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𝑺𝑴𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑹
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smoke ● 35m ● tom ● warrior [distant] ● no love interests ● location; open

tags; none
the sun rises to shine down on the forest and upon the grey pelt of the warrior as he makes his way through the trees. he doesn't sleep very much these days, unable to fall asleep or even stay asleep if he does manage to drift off. it was quite annoying honestly. since he's often in a state of constant sleep deprivation, smokedancer is often always grouchy and snappish towards anyone who tries to strike up a conversation with him. there's never really a good time to chat with the grumpy warrior, though it seems many still try. the chatty-ness of the clan is probably why smoke is often out in the forest, away from the camp and the cats within it. it's just best for everyone if he stays away. besides, he doesn't feel like getting an ear full from peachstar for him snapping at the others again.

[whispersome]

— DAWNSHINE
She | 38 moons | Medicine cat
Tags: Duskwhisker, Fluffypaw, Kestrelpaw, Lightningpaw | Mentions: Peachstar, Stormtuft | Location: Medicine den

Dawnshine was dreaming, her head nestled into her paws and her tail swishing absently. She dreamt most nights, if not all, but rarely did her dreams contain critical information about the clan. She’d worried at first, concerned about her connection to StarClan—but by now, that reinforced plenty of times over, Dawnshine was happy enough to sink into the meaningless images.

But no dream could last forever, and neither did this one. Dawnshine woke with a brief yawn. Fluffypaw’s voice was audible, but not those of the other two apprentices, nor Duskwhisker. Tired enough that she didn’t know if she could hold a coherent conversation, Dawnshine left them to it and turned toward the herb stores to count things up. Times hadn’t been hard lately, but she never knew when they could become so. Dawnshine was as much absently thinking this as she was reminding herself—so much of her time was spent wondering why there were no signs from StarClan that she was often knocked off her paws when those signs did come.

Looks like we’re running low on tansy… catmint too. I can check with one of the apprentices later, but I’ll ask Peachstar or Stormtuft if one of them can send a patrol to gather some as well. It would be more within Stormtuft’s duties, but Dawnshine couldn’t deny feeling more inclined to discuss it with Peachstar. She hadn’t had many in-depth conversations with her old friend since her leadership ceremony, with how busy they’d both been—there weren’t many things Dawnshine wanted to change about her life, but that was one of them.

— OWLPAW
She | 10 moons | Apprentice
Tags: Flamehawk | Mentions: Eaglepaw, Reedpaw, Cherrypaw, other apprentices | Location: Apprentices’ den → Camp

Her paws twitching, Owlpaw woke—at first slowly, then all at once. In a heartbeat, her thoughts shifted from bleary and half-formed to alert and sharp. She blinked and sat up as best she could, the apprentices’ den mostly dim around her but the light of dawn beginning to illuminate even its darkest corners. Shaking off the early morning haze of her mind, she stood. There was no use waiting around doing nothing so long as she was awake.

It took a moment for the shakiness to leave her legs; once it had, Owlpaw gave a soft sigh and weaved around the sleeping forms of her fellow apprentices. She paused for a heartbeat at the den’s entrance. The quiet—save for faint snoring and mumbling—was peaceful, something Owlpaw didn’t get a chance to behold often (especially here, with her brother or Reedpaw or Cherrypaw kicking up a fuss more often than not), and she couldn’t help but bask in it. Still, it wouldn’t last long, so Owlpaw stumbled out before it could be disturbed.

Owlpaw doubted Flamehawk would be awake yet, but still, she made her way toward the warriors’ den. She kept her head down as she walked, not wanting to be forced into a conversation with any other cats already awake. When her walk went well, only a few minor trips along the way, Owlpaw let out her breath and sat just outside the den, her paws folded neatly before her.

— MISTHEART
She | 27 moons | Warrior
Tags: Open | Mentions: The clan | Location: Warriors’ den → Camp

Mistheart, lulled out of sleep by the sounds of movement in the warriors’ den, opened her eyes slowly—just in time, she realized within a heartbeat, to catch the end of the sunrise. Her wide green gaze traced the sun up into the sky, the sight soothing.

Between her thick pelt and the curled position she’d wound up at some point during the night, tail wrapping around the rest of her body, she was quite warm. Mistheart quickly unraveled herself and stretched out in an attempt to cool off. The warmth ebbed after a couple of moments, and Mistheart gave a quiet sigh of relief before hopping up, the usual spring in her step, and padding her way down toward the fresh-kill pile. Patrols awaited.

— ASH
He | 15 moons | Loner
Tags: Open | Mentions: None | Location: Clan territory outskirts

At this point, mornings and nights were all but meaningless to Ash. He was awake sometimes, and asleep others—the position of the sun in the sky above hardly mattered to him. Now, what did matter to him was the empty feeling in his stomach, a grumbling that stirred him from sleep, snapping him from his dream. He couldn’t remember what it had been about; all he could recall of it was a feeling of satisfaction and, perhaps, belonging. All of that was replaced with the coldness of the ground beneath him.

Begrudging, Ash dragged himself up to hunt. By his luck, he’d run into one of the patrols of that clan on his way. Ash shook his head and trotted onward, letting his unsheathed claws drag along the grass. It wasn’t his problem that his family had chosen to live and raise him here—and it wasn’t his problem if he just so happened to hunt around the clan’s border, wherever it was.

[kopfkino]

𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦-𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

( ❅ ) ── ❝ 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘛𝘌𝘍𝘖𝘟 ❞

( 57 moons ) ─ ( she-cat ) ─ ( warrior ) ─ ( camp ) ─ ( irritable ) ─ ( open for tags; eaglepaw (mentioned) )

indentation A pale shadow crept out of the warriors' den, heading toward the fresh-kill pile to paw through cold, stale remains. Whiskers twitching in displeasure, Whitefox turned away, letting out a quiet hiss of annoyance. Was it too much to ask for a warm meal in the morning? This was the worst part of the weather cooling off; something about prey covered in dew or lightly frostbitten made her lips curl in disgust.

indentation The deputy would assign a patrol shortly and if she wasn't chosen, she would take her apprentice out to train. He was a decent apprentice, at least. He worked hard and seemed fairly competent, but she had a challenging training session ready. Still, it would be better served once the dew had evaporated as the day warmed up a little. And once her bones didn't ache so much. She wasn't old yet, but as the temperatures were dropping lately, she'd found herself aching a little when she first arose. A brisk run usually was enough to ease the stiffness from her joints, but she didn't look forward to the aches of a senior warrior.

indentation This lesson was also one best learned while there was still tree-cover. The better to hide and learn, before prey really started to thin out, hiding underground until fairer weather in a few moons. Her tail lashed with slight impatience as she settled near the edge of camp, hard yellow stare raking along the feline shapes of her Clanmates as they also rose and drifted about camp.

𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

( ☽ ) ── ❝ 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘋𝘔𝘖𝘖𝘕 ❞

( 27 moons ) ─ ( tom ) ─ ( warrior ) ─ ( warriors' den ) ─ ( thoughtful ) ─ ( open for tags )

indentation Shatteredmoon drowsed on, worn out after leading the moonhigh patrol the night before. The tom had turned into a bit of a workaholic, constantly asking for tasks out of camp to keep busy and wear himself out. It felt good, in a way, to focus on something other than his aching heart. It hadn't been easy to hear that his goal of raising a family with Mistheart would never happen. Robbed of the promise of fatherhood, something he'd longed for from the moment she'd agreed to be his mate.

indentation And now she was no longer there to call his own. Unable to drag her down to the misery that he felt, he'd agreed that it was best that she try to start a family with another tom, so at least one of them could have the opportunity to raise kits. He'd given his blessing, but it still settled heavy in his stomach. So he worked hard to avoid her. It was better for both of them, surely. It was for the best. So he kept busy and slept on.

𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

( ❅ ) ── ❝ 𝘍𝘙𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘔𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘕 ❞

( 15 moons ) ─ ( tom ) ─ ( warrior ) ─ ( in the forest ) ─ ( alert ) ─ ( open for tags )

indentation He hadn't slept well. He'd been on a long sunhigh patrol the day before and took far too long of a nap as a result. That night, he only managed a restless doze before giving up some time after moonrise had passed. He took to the trees with the intention of getting a good start on hunting. He'd never been fantastic at night-hunting, so it was a good time to practice without the pressures of his Clanmates around.

indentation He had a decent success, especially once he'd scrambled up into a tree. He'd found a squirrel nestled in the crook of a tree, half-hidden in a little alcove. It didn't wake as he crept along the branch, tail lashing to keep his balance as he crept along, and never stirred when he finally made his move. It unbalanced him in the process, so he was forced to twist midair as he fell, still clutching the squirrel. Still, his mentor had taught him well how to recover his balance and stick a landing, so he was able to saunter off with his prize, burying it with a slow, fat old mourning dove that he'd caught near camp.

indentation It was just past dawn when Frostmourn returned to camp, jaws stubbornly clamped down on the squirrel tail and a dove wing. When he deposited them on the fresh-kill pile, he spat out a few soft feathers as well before shaking his pelt out. The temptation to return to his nest to warm up was overwhelming, but he also supposed that he should be present in case he was to join a patrol again. As one of the youngest warriors in the Clan, he wanted to prove that he'd earned his warrior name rightfully, after all.

𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘵

( ♛ ) ── ❝ 𝘔𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘒𝘐𝘛 ❞

( 3 moons ) ─ ( tom ) ─ ( kit ) ─ ( camp ) ─ ( mood ) ─ ( riversong & ravenkit; creamflower (mentioned) )

indentation Mischief awakened at the first stirrings of movement within CinderClan camp. Mothkit had been nestled up close against Creamflower's side, but as the queen slipped out of the den to fetch breakfast, he feigned sleep for a little longer. An easy task, since the tom had been born with the merest sliver of undeveloped eye. There was no eyes open or closed for the little kit to have to fool anyone into thinking. He just kept his breathing slow and refrained from fidgeting. The better for Creamflower to think he was asleep.

indentation At the fading sound of Creamflower's pawsteps, the little tom perked up and scrambled to his paws, little tail lashing. He'd been born sickly and weak in the midst of an outbreak of illness in the Clan and his mother passed not long after giving birth, too weak to recover. One of the medicine cats said his eyes hadn't developed, and he'd developed fevers several times over the next few days, to the point that his fluffy kitten pelt had been stained silver with fever-coat from the stress of it all. Despite it all, as he grew in strength, the little blind tom proved quite adaptable and had already memorized camp.

indentation Now, he listened for a moment longer before realizing that Riversong was also awake. He swiveled his head toward her and whispered in a conspiring tone, "Do you think Ravenkit would help me scare Creamflower? I bet we can sneak up on her!" He made sure to keep his voice low, as it sounded like some of the kits and queens were still sleeping. It felt quite early still, so he knew to leave them alone. Besides, what if Creamflower could hear him from outside of the nursery?

[Animedere]

★ ─── 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 ❞
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i. (cis) Tom ii. 36 Moons iii. Warrior v. Pansexual | Panromantic vi. No Crush vii. No Mate viii. Camp; Open ix. 180 Words
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xxxxIt wasn't too long before the black pelted tom had begun to wake up. Yawning a bit before he got up, he began to stretch out before walking out the Warriors Den. Padding his way down the camp, he wasn't surprised to see that he was up quite early however there were a few cats already there. Getting reminded of how big the Clan was, he shook his head and shrug it off it was a good thing after all. Slowly feeling a breeze drift by, he felt motivated through the day and began wondering what to do. He had an apprentice, Sunpaw which began making him wonder if he should perhaps they should do trainings or huntings. Sparing was also an option, there were a lot of apprentices her level so it shouldn't be a problem and Shadowstride was sure she was ready with the amounts of trainings they did together. Although, he hadn't seen the young apprentice around anywhere yet, which is why he decided to wait a bit. That should bring some time for others to start awaking, and maybe then patrols might be assigned.

🌰 ─── 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙚 ❞
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i. (cis) Tom ii. 36 Moons iii. Warrior v. Demi-Bisexual | Rom vi. No Crush vii. No Mate viii. Camp; Open ix. 170 Words
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xxxxThe early tom was off on his own hunting for the morning, he was up at dawn and was ready to go. He was exploring looking for prey to catch for himself, walking to a nearby river he kneeled down and looked at the crystal-clear fresh water to only see his reflection. He shrugged for a bit, then scanning the water for fish he could catch. After seeing one swim by, he immediately caught it in his jaws to then devour it. Licking his lips (muzzle) satisfied, he began to head back down to the camp. Examining the camp, he didn't see his apprentice Beepaw yet. He shrugged, he assumed the young Molly would have been been up and at it by now. He decided to wait a bit more before going off and doing his own thing or search for her. As well as that, more warriors and apprentices will soon start to wake up too. It should be any moment before he starts seeing more of the Clan.

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xxxxSleeping. . . Feel free to wake her up, interact, talk, etcetera.

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xxxxSleeping far away from the others, it was rather cold. Thankfully, her bushy tail was a source of warmth she uses so she doesn't have to freeze. As you can tell, she was not an interactive cat and doesn't want to be anytime soon as she would rather focus her time and efforts on making herself a better apprentice. It was only her first moon of apprenticeship so far, she still has another 6 moons before she will become a young warrior. And so, after some time she slowly began to wake up after a bit soon after blinking both her eyes, the young molly began to wake up. She shrugged a bit, displeased with how much sleep she got. In her eyes, she just wasted a lot of time sleeping she should've been awake by now. The grumpy Molly took no more time and tried to get out the apprentice den as soon as she could possibly making loud noises from her loud steps though she could careless about other things. Shaking out to fully awake herself, she had no clue where Stormtuft was or what he was doing. Shrugging again, she slightly rolled her eyes and got over it. She had no intentions on waiting what-so-ever so getting impatient she decided to the elders duties as quick as she could to get it over with. Walking past some of the other cats by the prey-pile, she began taking a couple of mouses from the prey-pile heading over to the Elder's Den. Walking in she plopped it down carelessly before exiting outside the den in a hurry. Back to the camp once again, she still hadn't seen her mentor which aggravated her a bit but she just shrugged it off once again. Hopefully he will wake up soon, she was getting very impatient if you could notice.

[CJClaire]

Tumblebranch
{They/Them | 25 moons | Warrior | Location: Warrior's den | Tags: open}
Tumblebranch grumbled slightly as others around them started to get up and start on their day. They weren't ready to get out of their nest yet, the morning not calling to them at all. Besides, if they got up, then they'd be more likely to be sent out on a patrol that morning, and they were really hoping to avoid that. Tumblebranch just squeezed their eyes shut and curled up into a ball and tried to go back to sleep.

Brightpoppy
{She/her | 25 moons | Warrior | Location: camp| Tags: open}
Brightpoppy was up and ready for the day, looking around at the cats up in the morning. She was eager to get going with her duties, and was hoping that Stormtuft would assign her on a patrol.

Yewbriar
{He/him | 110 moons | Elder | Location: nursery| Tags: Ghostgaze, Mintkit}
Yewbriar made his way out the elder's den, stretching out in the morning sun. He let out a purr of amusement at the sight of Flickerkit running out from the nursery, and was happy to see the kit was having a good morning. He padded over towards the fresh-kill pile and pulled out a piece of prey. He then headed over towards the nursery, intending to see how Ghostgaze was doing this morning. The elder padded over towards where the queen was sleeping and set down the piec eof prey, trying his best not to wake her or Mintkit up.

[Catfrog]

───── 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑
medicine cat ⦁ tom-cat ⦁ 30 moons ⦁ medicine den - camp ⦁ tags dawnshine, fluffypaw, lightningpaw, kestrelpaw

Duskwhisker slept soundly, his flank rising slowly. He dreamt of a brightly colored meadow most nights,
and today was no different. It always ended at the same point, and as it ended he let out a small yawn,
opening his eyes and shaking out his fur. Looking around the den, he spotted two of the three apprentic
es asleep and glanced toward the entrance to spot the third awake. "Morning." He meowed to bo
th Dawnshine and Fluffypaw. Dawnshine seemed to be checking the herbs, so he slipped out of the den,
heading toward the fresh-kill pile. He picked out a small dove, and began eating it beside the pile.

───── 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄
warrior ⦁ she-cat ⦁ 22 moons ⦁ warrior's den ⦁ tags open

Sootbreeze is asleep, feel free to wake her up.

───── 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐘
kittypet ⦁ she-cat ⦁ 20 moons ⦁ home, forest ⦁ tags open

Hershey wasn't one to sleep in. No, not at all. She woke up at dawn, and would meow until her housefolk
awoke as well. Most days they didn't wake up until a sharp noise emitted from a flat rectangular item, and s
oon after that the young housefolk left and Hershey was stuck with the older housefolk. It didn't matter muc
h, though, as being with the older housefolk usually earned her the most petting and treats. Some days the o
lder housefolk as well as her housefolk weren't home. This was one of those days.

Hershey sat on the edge of the front garden fence, looking around the neighborhood. Most of the time she just
sat and waited to see if any cats would pass by so that she'd have something to do. The young housefolk came
back earlier than the older housefolk, who returned well past sunset. She hopped off the fence after a bit of w
aiting. If nobody was going to pass by, she might as well do something. So, she padded toward the forest, her b
ell loudly ringing. Taking a few more steps forward, she had entered the forest and looked around curiously.

───── 𝐁𝐔𝐆𝐏𝐀𝐖
apprentice ⦁ tom-cat ⦁ 11 moons ⦁ camp ⦁ tags open

Bugpaw awoke very quickly, and barely licked down his fur before leaving the den. Vulturestep didn't
seem to be around, so he walked toward the fresh-kill pile. Getting something to eat wouldn't hurt. H
e picked a squirrel out of the pile and began tearing off pieces, eating in a messy manner. He finished
rather quickly, and covered up the bones with similar speed.

[carpe noctem.]

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐄

██

male, 28 moons, very tall maine coon
rogue 　mentioned; n/a 　tagged; open

indentSpectre was sprawled out upon a sturdy branch of an old maple tree, his massive frame supported by the thick arm of the elder tree. His piercing yellow gaze scanned his surroundings, his elevated position in the tree allowing him to see from a much more impressive angle, letting his watch unsuspectingly on any who may stumble across his current place of residence. Indeed, hidden within the shelter of the trees, it would be difficult to notice the maine coon unless one was actively searching for him. If a cat were to simply be hunting a ground squirrel or enjoying a mere walk, the towering black rogue could likely strike them unsuspectingly.

indentHis smokey-black muzzle was tinged crimson as he divulged on a particularly plump sparrow he had caught that morning, ivory fangs sinking into its flesh, the rewarding meaty taste slipping down his throat with a satisfied gulp. The rogue had found that this territory he had returned to only a few days ago to be particularly full with prey, and while he was in no regard a cat to be considered any fan of living somewhere permanently, this current territory had enough selection of prey and cats to satisfy his hunger for both food and chaos, he could certainly see himself settling down for the moon, raking up a few more tasty meals before continuing on his journey of wandering. Indeed, he had been around the parts a few times before, recounting a few particular memories of a few mollies he brushed shoulders with.

𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐏𝐀𝐖

██

male, 12 moons, average-sized bengal
apprentice　 mentioned; 　 tagged;

indentWithin the hollows where the apprentices slept, a nearly-turned warrior Reedpaw lay asleep, his muscles twitching frantically as he slept, albeit a reoccurring symptom of his often restless sleeping. Both awake and asleep, the tom couldn't seem to keep himself still. He flickered open his eyes for a few moments, noticing a few others rising out from their nests and beginning to awake, before closing them again, deciding the relish a few more moments of sleep.

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄.

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female, 32 moons, small-sized ragdoll
warrior 　mentioned; 　tagged; chestnutstrike

indentPadding out the warrior's den, Littledove outstretched her small white paws and released a short yawn, giving her pale bicolour pelt a minor shake before continuing to pad to the center of camp. Her blue eyes scanned her surrounding briefly, noticing a few cats who were also awake at this time. Deciding to go and socialize while the clan awaited the deputy to announce the day's duties, she approached the muscular bengal Chestnutstrike, who appeared to just have returned from outside of camp. She mewed a soft hello, "Good morning, Chestnutstrike, seems like you've already been busy this morning," she said softly, offering a gentle smile.

[azhefa.]

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𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 ＆ 𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑻
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river & raven ● 23m & 5m ● she-cat & tom ● queen & kit ● no love interests ● location; dens

tags; each other, milkkit, mothkit
as she was grooming milkkit, riversong spots the tiny figure of mothkit approaching and turns towards the kit with a chirp of greeting. when the blind kit whispers his plans, riversong couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head a little. the two little rascals were always getting into some kind of trouble, though she had hoped it would start later in the day rather than so early. "you're going to give her such a fright if you scare her so early, no one is awake enough for such spooks," she lightly chides the kit, though was chuckling too much for it to be very stern.

ravenkit on the other hand was very much intrigued by mothkit's plans and was immediately on board. he wiggles his way out of the snuggle pile with his mother and sister and all but dances in place with excitement as he looks back to his mother. "please mama? she won't be that scared," the kit begs with pleading eyes, it would be such fun to try and sneak up on someone. riversong shakes her head at the kits and sighs with a flick of her tail. "i suppose you can go play, but if i hear any kind of hollering, you will be in a lot of trouble." ravenkit nods quickly to his mother and giggles as he moves closer to mothkit and drapes his tail over the younger kit's back to help direct him. "let's see how scared creamflower will get!" he excitedly whispers to his friend.

[ienrir]

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Nettlestorm
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ｆｏｒｔｙ- ｆｉ v ｅ
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[ｔａｇｇｅｄ：Shadowstride ] [ ａ p p ｒｅｎｔｉｃ ｅ：ripplepaw. ] [ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ：camp. ]

The large ginger warrior had been lurking in the corners of camp, her pale pelt obscured by the shadows cast from the rising sun. As the clan came alive with the buzz and chatter of waking cats, she stared about for the familiar striped pelt of her apprentice. Still asleep, she supposed. Though the thought didn't disappoint her, she had worked him hard the previous day. Allowing him some time to rest was the least she could do. Instead she found her gaze resting on the dark pelt of Shadowstride and it wasn't long before her paws followed it's path. "Goodmorning, Shadowstride" She greeted the tom, her voice soft but lacking the warmth of some of her more expressive clanmates. "Do you have plans for Sunpaw today? I was hoping she could provide some friendly competition for Ripplepaw." She was aware the older apprentice had some spark to her, but her apprentice would quickly have to learn how to work with the diverse personalities that made their home in the clan. Sunpaw was the perfect cat to challenge his abilities, especially as she was only some moons away from her warrior ceremony.
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Beetleflight
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ｔｗｅｎｔｙ ｍｏｏｎｓ
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[ｔａｇｇｅｄ：mistheart ] [ａ p p ｒｅｎｔｉｃ ｅ：none. ] [ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ：camp]

Eyes half lidded with exhaustion, Beetleflight stared across the camp; his tail tip twitching in rhythmic displeasure. He sat slumped, awkwardly lifting his forepaw from the ground as if it were causing him some discomfort. Though the second any cat passed by, he'd slam it back down and straighten up; pinching his lips into a tight smile to hide the pained grimace. For two sunrises he'd forced himself to walk on a sprained paw, preferring to suck it up and bare the pain rather than visit the medicine cats and face the embarrassment of having to explain exactly how he'd twisted it. Though he silently hoped he wouldn't be called on for another patrol. He blinked himself out of his thoughts as another cat approached the fresh kill pile, but he seemed to perk up at the familiar silver pelt. Though he kept to himself, he often found Mistheart's warmth to be a comfort, especially when out patrolling. "Good morning, Mistheart" He smiled sheepishly in greeting. "The, um, patrols should be set soon. Do you... want a bite to eat before then?" The moment he opened his mouth he seemed to regret drawing attention to himself, pelt prickling as he fumbled over his words "I mean, well, of course you do, that's why you're at the fresh kill pile, I'm so mouse-brained. I meant do you want to share? With me... specifically."
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[alokesti]

beepaw | she-cat | mentor: chestnutstrike | crush: to be eaglepaw | location: apprentice's den | tags: chestnutstrike
the orange apprentice stretched in her cozy nest as she was awoken from her sleep. she slowly tiptoed around the other sleeping apprentices. 'I wonder if chestnutstrike is awake yet?' she thought to herself as she looked at the warm rising sun. beepaw decided to wait for a few minutes to see if chestnutstrike shows up. as soon as she sat down and wrapped her tail over her paws, she saw her mentor walk through the entrance of the camp. she stood up quickly and briskly walked towards him. "good morning, chestnutstrike." she said cheerfully yet politely.

darkstep | tom | crush: to be pumpkingaze | location: camp | tags: open
the dark pointed tom cat was awoken by the awakening camp. he groggily crawled his way out of his comfortable nest and out of the warrior's den. he was not too hungry so he decided to way and see who will be going on which patrols before he ate breakfast. his blue eyes scanned the camp to see all of the cats that were awake. he decided to keep to himself and curled his tails over his paws. he could see the kits playing out in front of the nursery and smiled as they tumbled over each other.