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Like many cats of Iceclan, Stormheart had a difficult time sleeping during the night. He tossed and turned until moss covered his grey and white pelt. The death of Froststar and Russetfall clouded his dreams and reminded him of the death of his siblings and mother. The gentle face of his mother appeared to him and he found himself in the nursery, a mere kithood memory, her thick silver tabby pelt was warm and reassuring. Yet in a moment, the reminder that Mousekit had died took that reassurance away. The pitch white kit could hear nothing. With that came the inevitable death. Starclan didn't seem done as well, Flowerpelt and Dawnkit were taken from him too, then Cinderwing and his nephew. His dreams didn't stop at his family, the harsh scent of Russetfall's blood hung in his dream. So real, so worrying. The tom woke up with the battered body of Froststar reeling in his mind. His breath came in short huffs and a realization that he had been tossing and turning dawned on him so he sat up and shook out his fur. It puffed in the cold. He slowly picked at the moss clinging to his pelt and groomed his fur flat before starting to make his way out of the den.

The small tom tried to compose himself as he padded into the clearing. For a few moments, he did nothing but stare at the grey sky. It felt dull and threatened more rain than just the drizzle. It clung to his fur and dragged him down even more than he already was. He looked around the camp. First he saw Tidesong disappear into the nursery with a vole hanging in her maw. It made him wonder how Dovestep was doing after the death of Russetfall. The two were a lovely couple, he made a note to visit her and her three kits later. His eyes drifted to the fresh-kill pile, even from here he could see how low it was. Hunting was never his forte, his legs too short, but he would try to find prey later. His mind was drowned in thought.

[blue neighbourhood]

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[ mothblaze ] [ 36 moons ] [ in the center of camp ] [ tags; stormheart ]
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indentlistening to the trees rustling above her, and the bushes swaying in the wind, mothblaze took a deep breath. i'm proud of my clan. of my last surviving brother. of my father and my mother, and my father's mother. i have a wonderful life and i'm blessed to be able to talk to my dead siblings in my sleep. i'm a lucky cat. but despite her thoughts, something didn't seem right. she knew she had anxiety, but didn't think that it was anything like that his time. probably still the grief, she told herself rather unreassuringly. let it go, silly cat.
indentas mothblaze glanced around the camp, she caught sight of stormheart. she waved her tail in greeting, before heaving herself to her paws and padding over to the dark grey tom. "morning," she mewed, her deep morning voice remaining there. "is it just me or is there an odd atmosphere today..?" the orange warrior laughed awkwardly, then added, "anyway, how are you? despite the cold weather, i mean." once more, she giggled softly, trying to ignore the panic welling up inside of her. she tried focusing on her breathing, which helped a little, but her heart was still hammering. mothblaze knew what was happening - anxiety. but she couldn't do anything, so she remained standing there wordlessly, swaying on her paws slightly.

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the caring
age ;; thirty moons
gender ;; female/molly
rank ;; queen
mood ;; sleepy/happy
location ;; nursery
crush ;; open/none
mate ;; Russetfall
kits ;; Ivykit, Owlkit, Littlekit
tagged ;; the kits, Tidesong
theme song ;; Big Girls Don't Cry

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the female was sleeping soundly, although she twitched slightly. She was still having horrible dreams about Russetfall. She couldn't stand it when she had first found out that he was gone, or dead. She had refused to believe he was dead, and still does. She can't imagine her mate, the one she loved so dearly, and the one loved by many, was gone, left her and his kits to go to starclan. It wasn't his fault, though. Someone had killed him, or taken him away, and she believed it was Flameclan. She knew they were always jealous of him. Then, she felt slight movement, and opened her pale sky blue eyes. She lifted her head slightly, and saw Ivykit eagerly trying to wake Owlkit up. She smiled lightly, put pushed her nose in-between them "Let him sleep, dear. He needs rest, he was up late, remember?" She purred, licking Ivykit's fur the wrong way, nudging her away from Owlkit. She laid her head back down, and when she had closed her eyes, she opened them again at the light thud sound near her nose.

She looked up, and smiled when she saw Tidesong dropping the vole near her nose "Good morning, Tidesong. Thank you very much" She meowed, smiling her thanks towards the friendly molly. She took a bite of it, and her whiskers twitched slightly "You didnt have to get me something" She said, looking up at the molly. Obiously Tidesong hadn't wanted to disturb her, but she didnt mind; She enjoyed speaking with others.

Gorsewing is a wip c:

[~Saturn~]

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⇀ Blizzardheart
⇀ Molly
⇀ 68 moons
⇀ Elder
⇀ Tagged; Oakwhisker

XXThe white molly rolled over in her nest, moving her tail to shield her eyes from the pale light pouring into the den. She stayed like that for a few heartbeats and then let out a sigh, lifting her head to look about the den. She was the only elder, and she had the den to herself. Not that she would have minded the company of at least one other cat, but quiet nights were fine just the same. It wasn't as if she would complain that there were no old cats in the clan - perhaps better that they're all young and able . She still had plenty of friends and loved ones to keep her company, even if she had no denmates.

The shadows at the back of the den were creeping further away from her, so she figured that it was time to get up. She didn't have many duties to perform anymore - though she still liked to catch her own meals from time to time - but she did like being up when every other cat was.
Blizzardheart rolled back over, grunting as she did so. Her muscles were stiff from sleep. She splayed out on her side, reaching forward with her forepaws while reaching back with her hind ones. Once done with her stretch, the molly let out a contented purr. She had relieved herself of most of her stiffness, so she pushed herself up into a sitting position to groom before she went out into the camp clearing. She began by licking a tuft of fur on her shoulder that stuck out wildly with bits of moss in the white strands. Her rough tongue smoothed the fur down to where she was satisfied and she then moved on.

Once done grooming, the elder stood, did a final stretch, and padded out of the den. It was chilly out, but Blizzardheart was used to such cold and secretly rather enjoyed the cold moons except perhaps for the lack of food. Like any IceClan cat, she was accustomed to it, she supposed. The white molly didn't have any current plans, so she supposed that she would first greet some of the others. She glanced around camp, her pale green eyes bright. Instinctively, she turned her gaze towards the medicine cave and spotted Oakwhisker peering out. Seeing the familiar tom caused her to rumble a purr. She approached him, her gait unhurried, and had a friendly smile on her face. "How are you today, Oakwhisker?" she greeted him amiably, sitting down a short distance from him and curling her tail neatly around her paws.

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⇀ Smokestorm
⇀ Tom
⇀ 21 moons
⇀ Warrior
⇀ Tagged; Mothblaze, Stormheart, {Tidesong}

XXThe moon was still out when Smokestorm carefully exited the warriors' den, cautious not to wake anyone by making too much noise or stepping on tails or whiskers. It was cool in the fading darkness and the tom enjoyed quiet mornings such as this when it was like he was awake before the rest of the world. The chill was sudden, as the den was warm, but when he woke up a short while before, the den had seemed stifling. He wasn't sure why besides the heat, but he felt compelled to get out. Besides, IceClan cats were not so bothered by the cold. So, he settled at the edge of camp, laying with his paws tucked beneath him and his pale eyes narrowed. He was relaxing, daydreaming a bit, and still a little sleepy. Sleep tried to overtake him a few times, and darkness would slowly creep into the edges of his vision and he would start dreaming about a plump mouse, but as soon as he dozed off, he would flinch and his eyes would fly wide open. He looked rather silly, and he hoped that no one had seen it.

After doing this a few times, the warrior grew weary of it and stood up. He stretched, reaching forward and digging his claws into the soft earth. As he drew his paws back, he left little tracks in the dirt. He then stretched his hind legs, taking a few steps with his front paws while stretching back his hind ones. He then leaned forward and parted his jaws in a tremendously wonderful yawn, trying to erase the last traces of sleep from his body. Once he had done that, he shook his black smoke fur and spotted Tidesong as the slender molly slipped into the nursery. He briefly wondered what she was doing, but then it came to him that she must have been visiting Dovestep. The thought of Dovestep tugged at his heart - she was a lone parent now, but she had the whole clan to look after her and her kittens, so it wasn't like she was alone. He sympathized with her, though, as most cats in the clan did. He also sympathized with the kits - as he knew what it felt like to lose one's family - and had befriended them. His favorite of them was Littlekit, the tiniest of the litter. He was such an ambitious young one, and so full of life. The thought of his small friend brought a smile to the tom's face and he resolved to visit them later.

Smokestorm glanced around camp, his pale yellow eyes wide. He noticed Mothblaze and Stormheart chatting near the freshkill pile and a smile formed on his face. The ginger molly and the grey tom didn't appear to be doing anything of importance, so the black smoke tom padded over to them. "Good morning, Mothblaze, Stormheart," he greeted them good-naturedly, while making sure to keep his voice down as he did not want to wake any cats.

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Stormheart was still in deep thought so he wasn't aware of Mothblaze waved to him. The thoughts of being leaderless worried him. Would Starclan choose the right cat to lead Iceclan? The warriors of Iceclan were all good cats, he knew they would pick well, but it still worried him. He missed Froststar and Russetfall already. Stormheart's ears perked as he heard pawsteps approach him, he looked up and saw that it was Mothblaze. He twitched his ears in greeting, waited, then meowed, "Good morning, I think it's because of the potential rain." He trailed off with a soft chuckle with her then awkwardly flicked his ears. He continued on, "I'm managing at least," he mewed as he sat with his tail curled around his paws, "how are you? You seem very worried, is everything alright?"

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indentshe tried her best to smile. "good, good. and i'm fine, perfectly fine... just tired." mothblaze smiled reassuringly, but her eyes said else wise. desperately trying to change the subject, she mewed, "anyway, i'm thinking of going on a walk later if you would like to come?" silly cat! why did you say that? you weren't going to leave, nevermind with someone else! now you have to go with it... "i'm planning to go to the thunderpath border? we could maybe have a quick hunt, too, if we're lucky." 'if we're lucky'! she mimicked in her mind. stop sounding so snobby! you don't know it all... she smiled lightly, and forced out a purr.
indentthinking about what she actually said, she realized it wasn't too bad. i probably would have asked, anyway. plus, it's always quiet there at this time of year, so we might be able to find a squirrel or two. calming down a little, she gave a more confident smile. "or we could go to the frost gorge. there could be a few water voles there? agh, i don't know. you don't have to come, honestly."

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age ;; 48 moons
gender ;; tom
rank ;; warrior
love life ;; n/a
apprentice ;; squirrelpaw
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health ;; 100%
mood ;; calm, thoughtful
location ;; territory, camp
tagged ;; no one

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It was cold. But, the cold didn't get to Frostclaw. It never did. Even when blankets of snow came, lulling many a warrior into eternal sleep, choking out herbs, and making prey as scarce as dry moss. Crouching upon a rock slick with moisture, mostly from condensation, the lithe Siamese kept his icy gaze trained on the thick undergrowth around him, ears flickering ever so often in reaction to the annoying drops of rain that happened to fall from the tips of the leaves. It was early, but the early cat got the mouse - or at least that was what his mentor said before he'd lost all sanity. Is that what stress does to the ones that work unintelligent, harder instead of smarter, and stressed about the uncontrolled? Drip, drip, drip. Flick, flick, flick. The petite tom finally leapt down from his rock, his icy eyes roving the area once more. He had no time to waste - it was obvious this place was barren of prey, which meant it was nothing of importance to him now. Ah yes, Frostclaw was scouting. Perhaps it was odd, considering that a hunting patrol could just do a large sweep. But, Frostclaw had been raised differently. Scouting was a way of saving time and energy - if prey wasn't in an area, keep going. If prey was in an area, take mental note and report it back.

And he was practicing. His hunting skills were not the best, but they were definitely above average. However, upon coming to this strange area with new territory and new prey, he had caught an amount that was actually decent considering the situation - however, to him, it was abysmal, and thus an inexcusably failure. If one ever remained stagnating in a skill they could improve, then they could not call themselves a warrior. No warrior would ever conduct themselves in such a manner, so here Frostclaw was. And albeit, although he was truly working to increase his skill, there was another reason he was out - planning and relaxing. Even one such as he needed a breather occasionally, and now was that time - even if it was about to rain, and like most cats, he disliked water. It was crucial he got this silent time. It is raining. I can safely assume that all prey is out in the rain, getting soiled by now. That thought simply solidified what he hadn't let cross his mind - it was time to head back. He could inquire about hunting when the others arose, and he could save the prey, as well as speak to Oakwhisker about any signs from Starclan about a new leader. Padding across wet leaves, Frostclaw's distinct icy eyes roved seemingly lazily as he slowly trotted back. When he was a few mere foxlengths away from camp, movement caught his attention - lunging with no hesitation, he landed upon a squirrel, rather plump given the season.

Feeling no satisfaction, for there was more work to be done, Frostclaw padded through the entrance and glanced around. Only a couple of warriors were about - Mothblaze and Stormheart. Not enough for a patrol, and even then Frostclaw had a feeling that even if it did, it wouldn't matter. They will probably leave soon. Icy eyes roving over the two, Frostclaw then padded to the center of camp - indeed, the meager amount of prey there was left to be soiled by the drizzle - and picked up a scrawny mouse, along with his squirrel, and padded towards the High Rock to shelter it within the large nooks of the boulder. A patrol must be sent out. And when the right warriors in decent quantity awaken, I shall. We have no other choice. Continuing his small trips to transport what was edible of the prey pile, Frostclaw remained as silent as ever, his icy blue eyes devoid of all emotion.

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╓ t i d e s o n g
╟ she-cat ○ 20 moons ○ warrior
╟ location ○ iceclan camp
╙ tagged ○ dovestep; ivykity


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╟ she-cat ○ 5 moons ○ kit
╟ location ○ iceclan nursery
╙ tagged ○ dovestep, tidesong

Ivykit was startled by the voice of her mother, interrupting the pestering of her brother. The she-kit frowned and scrunched her face in annoyance as Dovestep licked her coat. She shook free of her mother's grasp and turned to her, "I just want to play." She huffed, venom on the tip of her tongue as she spoke. She disliked being told what to do, especially when it came to annoying her brothers as she was only trying to prepare them for apprenticeship when they couldn't sleep all day and would need to get up early to hunt and practice. Ivykit said nothing more to her mother, letting her bothered expression fade as she pressed herself into her mother's fur.
"We're going to be apprentices soon." Ivykit told her mother in wonder. She knew Dovestep knew that well as they were almost six moons, though Ivykit needed to say it out loud each day to remind herself it was true. Excitement gripped her belly and she smiled. Ivypaw was a fine name and she was ready to step into it.
She turned her attention to Tidesong to entered the den silently and placed a plump vole beside her mother. Ivykit said nothing as Tidesong began to speak to her mother. Ivykit enjoyed the she-cat and was probably most interested in her out of all the warriors in the clan, wanting to specifically study her training methods but she knew her chances of receiving Tidesong as a mentor were slim to none.
"Sorry to wake you." Tidesong mewed in an apologetic tone to Dovestep, dipping her head to the she-cat, "I just thought you'd want something for yourself and the kits before the rest of the clan picked off the fresh-kill." Tidesong spoke delicately to the she-cat, hoping not to abruptly pull her from the pleasantness of the nursery, "With no leader no one is going on patrols or hunting for new fresh-kill, it's only a matter of time before we run out." Her tone was grave but this was all too true.
There was no motivation within the clan and each cat seemed to be taking advantage of the lack of authority.
"Who will be our new leader?" Ivykit piped up and Tidesong flicked her gaze in the direction of the gentle she-kit, sitting promptly on the floor of the nursery a few lengths away.
"I'll go speak to Oakwhisker about it all, he'll need to consult StarClan to make the decision." Tidesong answered softly to the young cat, hoping her answer was enough for her. She hoped not to frighten Ivykit with the talk of their clan's momentary lack of obedience but Ivykit wasn't worried at all.
"StarClan will protect us." The kit spoke gently to Tidesong and she smiled, nodding to her.
"StarClan will always protect you." Tidesong responded cooly, knowing StarClan had no place in their heart for the tribe cat who had adopted their way of life.

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age ;; thirty moons
gender ;; female/molly
rank ;; queen
mood ;; sleepy/happy
location ;; nursery
crush ;; open/none
mate ;; Russetfall
kits ;; Ivykit, Owlkit, Littlekit
tagged ;; the kits, Tidesong
theme song ;; Big Girls Don't Cry

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She sighed "I know, dear, but just wait, hell wake up when he wants to" She meowed softly, smiling as the small molly looked sour. She nuzzled the kits cheek when she raised her forelegs and pressed them onto Dovestep's pelt "I know! You tell me everyday, and everyday you will get the same answer; 'your gonna be the best apprentices ever!', just like your father" She purred, and turned her attention to Littlekit, who had just woken up. She purred as he licked her cheek, and she nudged the vole towards him with her paw "Have as much as you like, dear. Theres plenty to go around" She said, and then remembered Tidesong was still in the den "Don't worry about it, Tidesong. These three would have woken me up anyways" She purred lightly, but it was short lived, because she touched lightly on the subject of 'no leader'. She closed her eyes, and opened them again.

She just shook her head "Just because we don't have a leader, doesn't mean we can just lounge around all day. Its part of being of warrior; hunt and protect the clan, not don't hunt and keep your guard down.Who knows, Flameclan could be up to something" She meowed, adding the last part in a bit more furiously. She dropped the subject, and went back to the fresh-kill "Thank you. Im sure you can persuade them to go hunting, Tidesong. You are a very good hunter after all" She complemented, and meaning every word she uttered. She believed that Tidesong would make a great leader, but she wasn't sure others agreed.

She nodded as Tidesong mentioned consulting in Oakwhisker "That would be a good idea. Oakwhisker always has good judgement, and ail StarClan's help, even better" She purred, and curled her tail more tightly around her kits. She nodded slowly to their words, and muttered something unhearable to the others. She let her kits eats most of the vole, watching them push each other lightly. She couldn't believe in a moon they would be gone, become apprentices. She sighed quietly at the thought, and looked back up at Tidesong "What are you going to do today? I could help if you want it, these three can take care of themselves, pretty much" She purred, her tail tip twitching slightly. She believed that you had to let kits spread their wings, and let them pick theirselves up when they fall, because how else are they gonna learn?

Gorsewing is a wip c:

[philophobia.]

Lilystem
she-cat♠34 moons♠
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Lilystem
The slightly longhaired calico she-cat had already been awake for a long time. She was in no mood to get up. Still mourning the loss of her close friend FrostStar, the she-cat was very thin. Although many cats in the clan have tried to pursade her to eat, they fail, and she goes hungry at her own will. Even if they offered her fine pieces of prey, Lilystem stubbornly refused.
Lilystem tried to go back to sleep, but it was hopeless. More cats were waking up. She huffed in annoyance. She padded over to the medicine den. “Oakwhisker?” Shy called, looking for the clan's tabby medicine cat. He was probably mourning the loss of their leader too. Or speaking with StarClan. She hoped she hadn't inturupted anything, especially something important.
She sighed sadly. She missed FrostStar. She remembered the fun times she had spent with her good friend. He was much better a friend than Thornpaw had been.
Thornpaw was the most handsome black and white apprentice in all of IceClan. So it would make sense that young and foolish Lilypaw would have a crush on him. Thornpaw surprisingly included her, making her trust the tom. They were close friends. Than Thornpaw found the need to kill.
Lilystem shook her head from the guilt bringing memory, letting the scent of herbs comfort her.