❄ iceclan ‣ warriors roleplay [o&a]

[LunaClaw]

Northwind/maw/tags:Sparksnow,Lynxpaw
He nods in agreement. "Morning" He greets Lynxpaw with a nod

Softheart/male/tags: Florabreeze, owlkit, dreamkit, fallenkit.
"Ok, I promise" He says to his mate with a nuzzle in reasurance. He nods, "That is good, they need their sleep" He says.

Mistypaw/female/tags:open
Mistypaw still sleeping

Cloudyshore/male/tags: open
Cloudyshore woke up with a yawn. He got up and padded out of his den. He looks around to see who was awake. Some cats were already awake, how did they wake up so early? He wondered.

Hailstep/female/tags: Oakwater
"That is ok" She says. she smiles, "So...."

[No one]

Oakwater/male/Tags: Hailstep, Fangkit/Location: Camp/Ice Clan Warrior/Crush: None yet/Bisexual/No mate yet
Oak water nodded and called to Fangkit, “Save some for your mother and sister.” As he saw the flick of Fangkit’s tail, he chuckled and said, “Don’t forget to clean it up afterwards.” Fang kit once again flicked his tail as he heard him. He sighed and turned back to Hailstep and he said, “Ok. So.... how is your day going?” Even though he hadn’t been up much, he felt like something had to be in someone’s life as they woke up and when he was sleeping. He sighed and looked back to her.

[razzberry]

☆ 𝐓 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃 𝐑 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑
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rank. leader ︰ lives. 8/9 ︰ gender. molly ︰ age. 49 moons ︰ tags. hickoryfoot ︰ mentions. oakwater, hollypaw, cloudyshore, moonpaw, ravenfeather, moosestep

From where she sat just in front of the small pool of water that sat near the rocky face of the wall the bordered the back of the camp, Tundrastar watched contentedly as the clan arose and slipped from their dens. Many were still clutched visibly in the grip of sleep while others looked much more wide-eyed and bushy-tailed. The thick pelted molly turned her head as Oakwater and then Hollypaw passed, dipping their heads in a polite nod of greeting as they emerged form the their respective dens. Returning the cat's greetings before they continued on their way, the leader rose to her paws just as her deputy came ambling over. Offering Hickoryfoot a greeting nod, Tundrastar settled back onto her haunches and tilted her head towards him. "Good morning Hickoryfoot. Did you sleep well?" came the blue molly's velvety meow while the tip of her tail flicked around the curve of her paws.

Tundrastar's large green eyes danced over the mass of warriors that were now awake and milling around camp, getting their morning meals in or grooming their pelts in preparation for the day's duties. She had noted earlier that, while it was indeed quite chilly out, she wasn't as concerned as she normally was about the health of the few shorthaired cats in the clan. She knew that Moonpaw would still most likely keep to the medicine den where it was warm, but at least Cloudyshore would be able to partake comfortably in the hunting patrols for a little while before the cold got to him. "I'll leave the morning hunting patrols to you to organize. I need to go check in with Ravenfeather and Moosestep to see whether they've received any dreams like I had. I'll also get some of the apprentices to gather some more branches to cover the fresh-kill pile from the snow" came the leader's voice to her deputy as her eyes followed the figures of her clan mates.



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rank. warrior ︰ apprentice. wolfpaw ︰ gender. molly ︰ age. 49 moons ︰ tags. stormbreeze, smokeysky ︰ mentions. n/a

As her eyes roved around the pile of prey once more, the stark white warrior became aware of another presence and lifted her head to see her friend Stormbreeze. The tomcat was probably her only friend aside from her sisters, and though they didn't talk as much as friends normally would, they did one better and actually understood each other like nobody else did. Being both independent cats, they knew how to respect each other's space and how important it was to do that. That's one of the reasons she liked the tom's company so much. Nodding her head in a return greeting to the large silver cat, she turned her head back towards the prey and finally decided on a piece.

She paused with her head mid-dip, angled downwards towards the piece of prey she had been about to grab, when she heard a voice call out her name from somewhere in the camp. She recognized the voice immediately and didn't need to guess who was summoning her. So, quickly grabbing a rabbit large enough to share with her sister, Polarpine lifted the hefty creature out of the small crater and turned to search for Smokeysky. It took her no longer than a minute to find her sister's stormy grey pelt a few feet away, and with a wave of her feathery tail, she set off towards her. As she approached, Polarpine could tell something was on her mind, bothering her and because she was often the one Smokeysky came to with her dilemma's a dreams, she was accustomed to it by now and could actually tell even before she spoke what was wrong. "Smokeysky, you doing alright?" Polarpine's normally cool voice held warmth and concern for her sister and she let the hare fall from her jaws between the two.





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rank. apprentice ︰ mentor. maplevalley ︰ gender. molly ︰ age. 9 moons ︰ tags. n/a ︰ mentions. fiercegaze, glowpaw, mistypaw, sealpaw, maplevalley

The fluffy calico was quite content in resuming her sleep and had been successful with it until a snarl filled the apprentices den. Newtpaw slowly peeled open an eye, not at all feeling rushed to do so or even move at Fiercegaze's sharp words. 'Could've been a little nicer about it' she thought internally as she closed her eyes again. Normally she was fine and not at all defiant to the older cats, but sometimes something would happen that would ruffle her pelt and rub her the wrong way that would bring out the fiery spite in her eyes. The apprentice waited for a few brief moments after Fiercegaze had left the den before she slowly began to uncurl and stretch out her body. As she pulled herself up to a sitting position she noted the sleeping forms of Glowpaw and Mistypaw still tucked in their nests. Surely they'd heard Fiercegaze's loud call, who couldn't?

Newtpaw rose to her paws and stretched out her limbs, taking mindful attention not to step on anyone as she picked her way out of the apprentices den. She hoped to join a hunting patrol with Maplevalley that morning before training so she could brush up on her hunting techniques, maybe even see if her mentor would agree to some sparring later with Sealpaw or one of the other apprentices.



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rank. loner / ex-clanner ︰ gender. tomcat ︰ age. 57 moons ︰ tags. n/a ︰ mentions. n/a

Even tucked away at the very back of his cavern, he could still feel the chill of leaf-bare seeping in through the mouth of the den. He counted himself lucky to be born with such a thick coat of fur, had he born with a shorter pelt, like those he had seen in Iceclan, he imagined life living with Iceclan's precarious cold seasons would be like dancing with death. He'd woken several minutes before but hadn't felt very inclined to leave his heavily lined nest to venture out into the cold territory. Sycamore stretched out a paw that he uncurled from beneath his hulking body and flexed his toes, sighing in content as the stiff muscles loosened. He repeated this action to his three other paws before he finally lifted his large bulk up from his nest. Sycamore shook out his thick mountain of fur as he stepped from his nest and inhaled at the coolness of the den floor. Sometimes his little cavern often reminded him of the dens back in Iceclan, though they were admittedly much warmer due to the multiple bodies inhabiting the den.

After his tight muscles were loosened through his morning stretches, the massive brown tabby lumbered out of the den to set out for his breakfast. Stepping out into the chill weather made his left shoulder stiff, the same shoulder that had been injured in the fight with Windstar many moons ago. It was a constant reminder of what he'd lost but also what he'd fought for. The tomcat had been a promising leader at first but as he aged it seemed like his mind was warring against him sometimes. Whenever Windstar's decisions had put the clan in danger or weren't in their best interested, Sycamore had always been the first to call him out for it, which put the two on bad terms. Then when Windstar had been mulling over the idea of making it clan law that any shorthaired cats were to be tested by swimming across the widest river in Iceclan territory to prove they weren't weak, Sycamore had put his paws down. That was what led up to the quarrel with Windstar. The previous leader had actually exiled him before the fight began, pegging him as a traitor for challenging him and his decision constantly. The fight only ensued because Sycamore's words had managed to get under Windstar's skin. Then before he knew it they were locked in battle and he could feel his leader's blood dripping down his claws.

[rabbit_with_a_fedora]

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❨ warrior of iceclan ❩ ❨ apprentice: weaselpaw ❩ ❨ ♀/25 mns ❩ ❨ tags: n/a ❩ ❨ mentions: Foxbelly, Hickoryfoot ❩


As no sound came from the elder's den, Fiercegaze sighed and dropped the fresh-kill at the mouth of the den. "I guess you'll eat it cold when you wake up. I don't have time to waste, waiting here." , she growled. Time wasters, she thought. They took up too much of her precious time, time that could be spent hunting or protecting the clan. Leaving the bleeding thrush at the entrance of the den, she turned swiftly. Going over the things she'd provided the clan this morning, she was satisfied with all that she'd caught. That hawk and rabbit themselves could feed most of the clan. It was time for a border patrol, to guard the borders and check the traps she'd set, which were sure to reveal if there were predators in the area.

Fiercegaze had no intention at all of waiting for Hickoryfoot to assign the patrols to go hunt. By then, all the prey would've been energized by the sun, and more alert to her approaching. Then, Fiercegaze had less chance of catching it. Sure, she took advantage of the prey, but that kind of worked for her (Out of roleplay: I got that line from Zira in Lion King 2 lmao). Slinking out of the camp once more, Fiercegaze sprinted into the forest, paws barely touching the ground, her mouth open and drawing in the scents around her. The scent of cinnamon, tangy and sweet, cinnamon, that's what I'm looking for- she thought. Soon, she found what she was looking for. Yesterday night, she smelled no snow in the air. She'd headed for a thick snow drift overlooked by a cliff. It seemed to be solid stone with snow on it, but Fiercegaze knew that if any animal trode on it, they would sink and get stuck. She caught a plump mouse. Placing that and some berries in the middle of the snow, she had set a trap that would catch the prey itself, without her needing to hunt it. It had taken her forever and had left her raw and sore, but she knew it would be worth it.

As she checked the snow drift, she indeed found a small boar caught in the trap, looking like it had been stuck there the whole night. It was stuck up to its eyes. Spreading her large paws to lift her to the surface of the snow, Fiercegaze carefully - and menacingly - approached the boar. It thrashed and pulled, but couldn't free itself. Fiercegaze struggled against the snow, careful not to sink in and befall the same fate as her prey. When she reached the boar, she lit its throat, letting the blood flow down her long sharp claws and onto the snow, mixing with her own. Dragging the boar out of the snow was a challenge, especially for Fiercegaze, who was less brawny than most warriors.

As she finally got back to camp, she saw that more cats had woken up. Setting the boar onto the prey pile, Fiercegaze selected a meek starling, and allowed herself a few moments to fill her stomach and wait for the patrols to be assigned.





Thanks to razzberry for helping with this coding!

[(Ghost_Raven)]

~ Ravenfeather ~
She-cat (34 Moons) /// Bisexual /// Medicine Cat /// Massive black cat with piercing blue eyes, a plumy tail, a thick ring of fur around her neck, and a flash of white on her chest. Audio sensitive /// Crush: To be Moosestep /// Mate: Open /// Mentor/Apprentice: Moonpaw + Cariboupaw /// Tags: Moosestep w/ Honeyblaze (m), Cariboupaw w/ Moonpaw

Ravenfeather stared blankly at the medicine den entrance, her piercing blue eyes watching as Moosestep walked out of the medicine den. The molly sighed quietly, rewrapping her long plumy tail around her frame. Sleep never came easily to the she-cat, the reason often being due to the soft roaring of the small waterfall outside the den. The noise practically drove her insane to where she started shoving bits of moss into her ears to help block out some of the sounds. It helped a bit but not fully much to the medicine cat's disappointment. Knowing sleep was futile at this point, Ravenfeather rose from her nest, stretching as the popping of her joints was heard. Yawning once more, she slowly walked by Moosestep and the apprentices, a small smile forming on her face. Making her way out into camp, the morning light pierced her eyes.
She noticed her fellow medicine cat conversing with Honeyblaze, and she figured it was best to not bother them. Walking past the two, she picked up two mice from the prey pile. Moving along from the pile, she made her way back into the medicine den. Mice laid down in front of the Moonpaw and Cariboupaw, she gently shook the two awake. "It's time to wake up, you two. We have a lot to do today." Ravenfeather murmured softly.

~ Shadowpetal ~
She-cat (34 Moons) /// Lesbian /// Warrior /// Large smoke tabby with a plumy tail, a nicked ear, and green-blue eyes /// Crush: Open /// Mate: None /// Mentor/Apprentice: Mistypaw /// Tags: Ravenfeather (m)

Shadowpetal yawned as she sat outside the warriors' den, the slight breeze seeping through her thick coat. Even though she was built for the weather, the cold temperatures always found a way to make her shiver. Puffing up her thick fur, she closed her green-blue eyes just for a moment. The silence of the camp, besides the little waterfall, was wonderful, and she knew Ravenfeather would enjoy it greatly. Her poor sister was so sensitive to certain sounds and it broke her heart to see Ravenfeather shut herself away from the others to drown out the noises. Though her issues concern me greatly, I just cannot let them get the best of me.

~ Frostfang ~
Tom (90 Moons) /// Pansexual /// Warrior /// Medium-sized long-haired white cat with a flash of black on the chest and bright blue-green eyes. His muzzle has flecks of gray due to age /// Crush: Open /// Mate: None /// Mentor/Apprentice: None /// Tags: Open

Frostfang moved through the fields of StarClan, the starry ginger-and-black pelt of Robinwing at his side. Dreams weren't a very frequent occurrence to him, so this one was special. As they moved about, Frostfang noticed a small mouse moving through the ferny undergrowth along the base of a tree. As he slowly slunk towards it, Robinwing went ahead and jumped onto the starry mouse. The tom pulled himself up, a smile on his face. "You were always quick to leap, and somehow you never managed to miss a catch." A smile graced the she-cat's face, but Frostfang's vision started to go blurry. The last thing he was before waking up was the paw of Robinwing reaching out to connect with his.
Frostfang tossed in his nest, his eyes wide open now. The tom sighed, wishing to go back to sleep and see Robinwing again. As he rose from his nest, a small cracking noise could be heard from his joint, a sudden pang of pain going through him. The pain never bothered him much, but sometimes it did hurt. As he walked out from the warriors' den, he looked around to see who was all up.

~ Snowpaw (Snowfoot) ~
Non-binary, They/Them (11 Moons) /// Bi-curious /// Apprentice /// Small ginger tabby with a white underbelly, white paws, and pale green eyes /// Crush: Open /// Mate: None /// Mentor/Apprentice: Milkwhisker /// Tags: Fiercegaze (m), Tundrastar w/ Hickoryfoot (m)

Snowpaw's sleep was interrupted by Fiercegaze's cool voice, the young cat putting their paws over their ears. They were in no mood to wake up, especially after their sleep was disturbed. Wanting to make a remark on the she-cat, they decided not to and bit their tongue. Standing up from their nest, the ginger-and-white cat fluffed up their fur. Their cold light green eyes gazed over the other apprentices before they made their way out into the camp. As they looked around the camp, they noticed a couple of cats mingling around. His eyes traveled over to Tundrastar, who was beside Hickoryfoot. I just hope those two aren't getting ready to send a patrol or two out. It's too early for this.

[.crossfire.]

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tom | apprentice | 9 moons | tags; open | location; camp clearing
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The tabby tom had been curled in a tight ball in his nest. His thick fur fluffed more than normal to help keep out some of the morning chill. Lifting his head, he gazed out of the den entrance to see the sun shining through. Stifling a yawn as he stood up and stretched, he padded outside. Squinting his eyes against the bright rays of the sun, he began to scan the clearing, looking for his mentor to see what they would be doing today.

[rabbit_with_a_fedora]

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❨ warrior of iceclan ❩ ❨ apprentice: weaselpaw ❩ ❨ ♀/25 mns ❩ ❨ tags: Weaselpaw ❩ ❨ mentions: n/a ❩


After wolfing down her starling, Fiercegaze noticed her apprentice Weaselpaw emerge from the apprentice’s den. He was one of the only cats she was proud to be a clanmate of. Cool and collected, but a fire when his temper flared, Weaselpaw was on the path to being a dutiful warrior, fierce and cunning.

She padded towards him, scanning him over with her piercing eyes. “You’re awake. Get yourself cleaned up, but don’t waste too much time with it - we’re going to be battle training today.”

Fiercegaze padded away, and picked up one of her squirrels from earlier that day that would keep her apprentice on his feet during training. Settling on the other side of the camp, in the shadows, Fiercegaze watched the camp, waiting for her apprentice to get ready.


Thanks to razzberry for helping with this coding!

[.crossfire.]

W E A S E L P A W
tom | apprentice | 9 moons | tags; fiercegaze | location; camp clearing
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Weaselpaw watched as his mentor walked over and gave her a nod. After she informed him of the battle training they were doing, he gave his chest fur a few quick licks and patiently waited while she finished her squirrel. he would wait until later to eat, that way everyone else had a chance. the tom was never very picky when it came to fresh kill, he always tried to let everyone eat before him, and if he weren’t to catch anything, he would wait until the following day. however, this leafbare was harsh and not much freshkill had been caught so he knew the warriors and elders would need it more than he would, given he was younger than many of them. while waiting for his mentor, he locked his paw and drew it over his face, giving it a small wash to help get rid of the sleep he had just awoken from.

[wildsight]

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───── ❦ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐖 !!
age. 12 moons gender. male/♂️ rank. medicine cat apprentice location. medicine cat den tags. ravenfeather, others
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────Sleep never came easily for Cariboupaw, for whatever reason he never seemed to rest peacefully. While his mind wasn’t always plagued with dreams, whatever the case it was clear that he was uneasy. The tom wasn’t really the type to move around alot within his slumber, but rather quiet muttering of some sort. He’d gotten better over the past few moons, as some felines didn’t enjoy this particular trait of his. The tabby tom had been drifting in and out of sleep for quite awhile, at least it gave him time to think to himself, the silence only disturbed by the quiet breathing of his denmates. His mind never seemed to rest for a moment at night, which could very well be part of the lack of actual slumber. Alas, in the end, he didn’t care whether he got enough sleep or not, he wasn’t the type to complain anyway, so no one would know. Even so, he was quick to become exhausted, but more mentally so than physically.

────However, he wasn’t about to be asleep for much longer. A scent wafted toward his nose, whiskers quivering a bit. A soft voice met his ears, while a paw shook him gently. Amber eyes snapped open afterwards, flickering about until his surroundings became familiar to him. He let out a heavy breath, gaze slowly moving to rest on Ravenfeather. “Sorry for sleeping in.” He replied, as he gingerly rose to a sitting position. “Thanks for the food though.” He said to the darkly colored molly, ears twitching as he nudged the prey toward him with a paw. Blinking, he glanced around the den once more, before turning questioning eyes to the older cat. “Ravenfeather, does anything need to be done today? Foraging for herbs? Any patients?” He questioned, as he slowly began to eat his meal.

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age. 47 moons gender. female/♀ rank. warrior location. camp tags. open
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────Stalking among the shadows was a blue-grey feline, green eyes glimmering as she watched the camp’s activity. Shiversight wasn’t the most social feline, she never really had been and especially isn’t now. Nothing had ever been the same for her, since her mother’s passing. She dwelled on such thoughts often, even though she knew it wasn’t good for her to do it. Alas, she found her mind wandering more often than not, though her thoughts were scattered about and hardly seemed to make sense to her. Of course, Shiversight wasn’t about to admit this to anyone, though those with a trained eye could tell something was a bit off. Blinking, the molly let out a sigh as she awaited for today’s instructions. Clan duties seemed to be the only thing that kept her sane, she could easily forget about her trouble by busying herself with a patrol and the like. But alas, there was none at the moment, meaning she’d have to wait for an opportunity to present itself. This was always fun…

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───── ✸ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 !!
age. 37 moons gender. female/♀ rank. warrior location. camp tags. open
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────As sunlight filtered into the den, its warm touch awoke a slumbering feline. Slowly, the molly rolled over and blinked, placing a paw over her eyes as she laid there. Great Starclan, was it morning already? Sleetstorm seemed to always be sleeping in as of late, she had never been particularly good at waking up on time. Perhaps the reason why she didn’t have an apprentice, she could hardly seem to manage taking care of herself. With a twitch of her ear, the molly rolled over and rose to her paws, stretching her limbs upon doing so. The grey feline with a single white streak, took a moment to groom her pelt. She at least would try to appear decent, so that was a start. Padding out of the den, the molly’s gaze bounced to and fro around the camp, seeing that there were plenty of felines awake already. Ah well, at least she wouldn’t have to wait for anyone to wake up now. With a spring in her step, the molly began trotting around the camp, in hopes of stumbling across an interesting conversation or perhaps chat with a friend or two.

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age. 10 moons gender. female/♀ rank. apprentice location. camp tags. open, mentioned petalbrook
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────Unfortunately, Puffinpaw didn’t wake up normally like she usually did, instead she was awakened from slumber by some warrior. Opening her eyes slowly she let out a groan, resting her head on her paws as she gazed about the apprentice den. It was clearly well after morning now, which made her perk up a bit. Her mentor must still be waiting on her, though she would have thought the warrior would have come to get her by now. Shrugging, the molly rose to her paws and padded out of the den, her green gaze glimmered as she searched the camp for anything of interest. She didn’t see her mentor right away, so she guessed Petalbrook must be chatting with someone or had busied herself elsewhere. Puffinpaw wasn’t in a rush to get out anyway, so she’d gladly find something else to do, before her mentor came looking for her.

[rabbit_with_a_fedora]

✵ 𝐅 𝐈 𝐄 𝐑 𝐂 𝐄 𝐆 𝐀 𝐙 𝐄
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❨ warrior of iceclan ❩ ❨ apprentice: weaselpaw ❩ ❨ ♀/25 mns ❩ ❨ tags: Weaselpaw ❩ ❨ mentions: n/a ❩


Tearing off the last of the squirrel, letting the blood well from the bites, and seeing her apprentice ready for duty and training, she got up and padded over. “You’ll be eating later,” she said in a cool voice. “First, battle training. Follow me.”

Fiercegaze led Weaselpaw out of the camp and into the forest, slithering along the snow and forest floor. She reached a large, cliff-like face of rock on the mountain. “We’ll be training up there. Let’s see how you reach it.” She smirked, her eyes piercing through her apprentice. It was a large smooth wall, impossible to climb up. She waited, still and poised as a snake, for Weaselpaw to make his move.


Thanks to razzberry for helping with this coding!