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venus
tags:: n/a ||| current mood:: neutral || crush:: n/a

Venus gave a soft smile. "She was fine when I saw her," she replied, "however, she looked a little sad. I asked her where she was going or where she came from, and she told me that she had to leave but didn't tell me why. She told me that if I saw her brother, Crowfang, to tell him that she had forgotten to bid you a goodbye. She told me to give the 'goodbye' message to him if I came across him."

The she-cats heart seemed to shrivel up inside of her. Was Silverwing his mate? It doesn't matter, anyway. I don't have a home and I clearly do not look as if I belong here, she thought, frowning for a quick second.

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ warrior ] [ tagged: venus]

The warrior almost slumped in relief. His sister was fine. His littermate was fine. Silverwing was fine. He couldn't believe it. Silverwing might have left LakeClan forever but she was okay. He had to draw in several deep breaths before he could speak. "Thank you. Silverwing is my sister." He was in shock. What were the chances of a strange cat entering the territory and having met Silverwing? And then for her to pass on a message? StarClan had to be gifting him this and the bicoloured tom was thankful. But he couldn't leave this unfamiliar she-cat here. He was a Clan warrior and no cat was allowed to trespass. "If you could follow me?"

[rainswept.]

✦ O r c h i d p a w ✦

Orchidpaw yawned loudly again. She got up from her cramped position by the apprentices' den, and padded over to where Sparrowstorm and Nightfrost were talking. She saw the new catch on the pile, a hard-to-find starling. She suspected Nightfrost must have caught it, because Sparrowstorm hasn't left the camp. "Nice catch, Nightfrost," she congratulated the she-cat. She heard some loud talking outside of camp, and bounded out to investigate.

A beautiful white cat and Crowfang sat there, talking. Crowfang didn't notice she was there, so Orchidpaw stayed a little longer. After hearing a few snatches of the conversation, it became clear to her that the white she-cat's name was Venus. Interesting name, Orchidpaw mused silently. Slowly she backed out of her hiding place and back into camp.

✦ O O C ✦
Sorry for the short post, WB

[no longer here]

venus
tags:: n/a ||| current mood:: neutral || crush:: sort of likes crowfang

Venus gave a curt nod before she stood, a little relieved that the she-cat was not his mate. Another bonus was that he didn't seem too much older or younger than she was. The white she cat swayed her tail back and forth, waiting for the handsome tom to lead her to where he was taking her. "All the stories that I've heard make you cats sound harsh and ruthless," she mewed, finally, "but you haven't seem to have attacked me yet or rid my bones of flesh."

[Kyouya]

Name; Nightfrost
Gender; she-cat
Age; 16 moons
Rank; warrior
Apprentice; none
Crush; none

Nightfrost watched as Sunstrike groomed himself quickly. She noticed Orchidpaw approaching and flicked her tail in thanks as she congratulated her on her catch. She stared for a moment as the white apprentice bounded away and out of camp, before blinking and looking away. She wondered where Orchidpaw was going, she didn't think that apprentices went out alone. At least not usually. Her ears twitched dismissively as she unsheathed her claws and sank them into the ground in slight boredom although she hoped it wasn't noticeable.

She looked up as Sunstrike finished grooming his fur and gave a short nod at his words. She stood up and quickly stretched her back legs to loosen her muscles. The fairly small she cat then padded towards the entrance of the camp. Sunlight streamed through the trees, dappling her pelt. Ears pricked and jaw parted as she inhaled the scents of nature, her piercing blue eyes scanning the landscape ahead.

[Break free;]

Hi

[Spirited.]

{{^Wrong topic? Not sure if that is supposed to go here or not.

Also, sorry for the late start! I had my graduation this weekend and I didn't get the memo until today. So, without further adieu, here are my posts

❉ S T A R L I N G S O N G ❉
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[ she-cat ] [ 19 ] [ warrior ] [ tagged: Orchidpaw, Hawkpaw, (Firestrike) ]

The morning was bright and sunny and the she-cat did not at all mind the rays of sun streaming into the warriors den. Her yellow eyes adjusted quickly to the bright light and she yawned, getting to her paws rather quickly for someone who had just woken up. Starlingsong winced slightly as her paws made contact with the floor of the den, her pads still cracked from her last hunting trip. Though hunting was one of her favourite things to do, her soft pads often cracked after long expeditions. This usually warranted visits to the medicine den, which many cats may have avoided at all costs. She, on the other hand, was happy to go there because she knew her brother, Pebbleheart would be there. The young warrior decided against that today though, as the cracks were not too bad. She had also promised Orchidpaw that she would take her hunting first thing this morning and she intended to keep that promise whether her pads were cracked and bleeding or not.

Exiting the warriors' den, Starlingsong spotted her white apprentice quickly. The colour of pelt gave her away almost instantly during any time of the year - besides leaf-bare, of course - and she was easy to spot, which made mentoring her much easier. Sometimes, Starlingsong wondered why she had been chosen to mentor the bubbly she-cat, but after working with her for four moons it was obvious the two got along very well.

"Ready to get some hunting done?" the black she-cat asked as she approached Orchidpaw, who was grooming her fur. Beside her, Hawkpaw was doing the same. Starlingsong nodded a greeting to him, wondering if his mentor had anything planned for him for the day. Knowing the bold mentor, Firestrike would most likely be doing some battle training with Hawkpaw, though it might have been nice to do some hunting as a group. Waiting for her apprentice's answer, Starlingsong sat down, near the two apprentices, wrapping her black tail neatly over her paws.

☁ P E B B L E H E A R T ☁
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[ tom ] [ 19 ] [ medicine cat apprentice ] [ tagged: (Starlingsong), (Orchidpaw), Blueheart ]

His whiskers twitched as he woke from his dream and his yellow eyes opened to let the light of the sun in. The grey tom's head was filled with terrified thoughts and his heart was pumping wildly. His breathing a little heavy, Pebbleheart, stumbled to his paws, abandoning the warm moss nest he had been lying in. In an attempt to calm himself, he ran his pink tongue over the grey fur of his chest, as if the motion would slow the beating of his heart. The medicine cat apprentice had no such luck. He could feel his whole body throbbing with the wild pace of his beating organ and, after taking several deep breaths that seemed to serve no purpose, he decided to find his sister.

Almost running out of the medicine den, Pebbleheart found Starlingsong almost immediately. She was sitting near her white apprentice, Orchidpaw, and, from what he could hear of their conversation, she was planning on taking the apprentice hunting. Feeling awkward and unwilling to interrupt, the grey tom passed by the cats milling about the camp under the pretence of grabbing some fresh-kill from the pile in the centre of the camp. Grabbing a small mouse and a larger vole for his mentor, he took both back to the medicine den.

The beating of his heart had not yet slowed, so Pebbleheart decided to do what he knew would help him: something methodical. Dropping the fresh-kill before Blueheart's nest, where the she-cat was still sleeping, the apprentice turned to the medicine storage and began to sort through the various piles, feeling his heart slowly reduce its rate until it was beating steadily as his paws worked over the many herbs and remedies in the medicine den. Upon hearing his mentor stirring, Pebbleheart paused his work.

"Good morning, Blueheart!" he called. "I brought you some morning fresh-kill. I thought we could maybe eat together this morning?" Pebbleheart always made it his mission to provide for his mentor and liked to share his morning meal with her, even if that meant waiting for her to wake up before both of them could eat together.

✱ M A R T E N F U R ✱
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[ tom ] [ 25 ] [ warrior ] [ tagged: Nightfrost, Sparrowstorm, Sunstrike ]

It wasn't often that the red-brown tom woke with the rising sun, but today just happened to be one of those days. The first rays of light were entering the warriors' den when Martenfur felt himself waking from his sleep. Stretching luxuriously in his nest and yawning so that his jaw was as far open as it would go, the warrior padded out of the den. His muscles hurt from the battle training he had endured yesterday - Starlingsong had asked him to help with mentoring Orchidpaw in that field - and, to his surprise, the white she-cat had been quite adept at making him sore. Recollecting yesterday's events, he nodded to Orchidpaw and Starlingsong as he walked past, on his way to the warriors gathered near the entrance of the camp.

"Mind if I join in on your patrol?" he asked Sunstrike, who seemed to be leading it. The warrior nodded his head respectfully to the deputy and Sparrowstorm, a warrior his own age, as well as to Nightfrost, a younger she-cat. The nod to her was accompanied by a wink. How it was received, Martenfur did not know, but he was sure his charm was working it's magic on the she-cat. She had not been a warrior for long, but he was slowly worming his way into her heart - he was sure of it!

Patrolling was not his favourite warrior duty, that was for sure, but certain cats in the Clan made the boring activity bearable. Sparrowstorm, who Martenfur had been apprentices with, was one of these cats. The two had shared memories and, though their personalities were vastly different, playful banter could be established if the friendly red-brown tom tried hard enough to engage the much shyer tabby.

Nightfrost, however, was a much better choice when it came to picking a patrol, simply because she was a she-cat. And if there was one thing Martenfur could do better than anything else, it was charming she-cats.

[kitsutenshi]

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Gender - |Tom| ♦ ; ♦ Crush - |Blueheart| ♦ ; ♦ Tags - |Blueheart, Pebbleheart|

He didn't know how long he had been awake, staring unseeingly out the front of his den whilst his head rested on his paws. Ever since he had pulled himself from the realm of sleep, his heart trembled with each beat; a deep ache pulsed throughout his body, keeping rhythm with his heart. He had been visited by a Starclan cat, specifically his father. But his visits weren't uncommon, nor were the familiar aches of guilt and lonesomeness; the former leader invited himself into Icestar's dreams at least once a moon, usually leaving him emotionally and physically drained afterwards. The tom felt so bad that he no longer feels any sort of happiness when he sees his father, for he knows a good handful of cats who would give a leg to be able to talk to their deceased family members. How could he feel happy when all his father talks about is "Have you found a suitable mate?" and "You have much to improve if you ever hope to become a good enough leader for my clan."

Icestar wishes he could tell someone, the guilt is starting to eat him alive, but his fear always keeps him from confiding in someone. Who could he tell; would they believe him; will they hate him once they know? Icestar had become distant after his father's death; he doesn't consider anyone a close friend, well, at least not close enough for him to tell them this heavy secret. He didn't trust his deputy, another secret that could never be told, for his father had told him to pick the tom after the original deputy, that Icestar had chosen after becoming leader, had died. He couldn't even trust his medicine cat with this secret; no matter how much he liked the pretty she-cat, she could never know this truth. But maybe she already knew, Blueheart's job was deeply intertwined with the workings of Starclan. That thought was why he always went to her the mornings after his father visited; maybe Starclan had somehow informed her of his father's plan and, even with the knowledge given to her by the divine, she still accepted him.

His limps felt like they were weighed down as he slowly stood up; he was starting to feel twelve years old with how sluggish he was moving, though he knew it was caused by lack of rest. Icestar step over the blue beaded necklace, given to him by both of his parents, to make his way outside. As he made his way to the medicine cat den, he wondered if the rest of the clan knew of his frequent visits, if they knew of his 'nightmares'. He has never told anyone but Blueheart and Pebbleheart that he has trouble sleeping because of 'nightmares', but he hasn't told the two to keep it a secret. It was probably quite obvious that he didn't get a good night rest if they saw him on his way to the medicine cat's den, he never did groom his sleep-tussled fur until after he had reached the medicine cat den, he hoped that Blueheart found his mussed up fur adorable and endearing, and his gait was heavy and weary.

Icestar slipped quietly into the medicine cat den, pausing at the entrance. He heard Pebbleheart, who was by the stored herbs, greet Blueheart, who was just waking up. The tom felt a little better that he wasn't the only one who had a late start this morning and that he wasn't intruding on anything important. He felt bad that he was a frequent visitor even though he had no ailment. "Good morning Pebbleheart, Blueheart." He spoke softly.

((I'll post for my other characters once I have something to do with them.))

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ warrior ] [ tagged: venus]

The white she-cat consented to follow him and as such Crowfang flicked his tail in a beckoning motion and began to lead the female deeper into LakeClan territory. Normally, he might have chased her off - that was what he did most times unless he was given orders by his superiors. But Venus had met his sister. She'd told him that his sister was okay. He couldn't chase her away after that, could he? It just felt....... Wrong, especially after the knowledge she had given him. So he would lead her to their camp, and she could speak with Icestar.

Her words broke through his thoughts. He might have laughed once, but he didn't. "I normally would," he admitted slowly, weaving around a clump of ferns, "but you've given me something I wanted more than anything. I'm not heartless." And he was still being a good warrior, right? By taking the loner back to camp he was still doing his duties? He thought so, but most would not believe the easily-angered, amorous tom would actually think.

[rainswept.]

{{^Wrong topic? Not sure if that is supposed to go here or not.

Also, sorry for the late start! I had my graduation this weekend and I didn't get the memo until today. So, without further adieu, here are my posts

❉ S T A R L I N G S O N G ❉
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[ she-cat ] [ 19 ] [ warrior ] [ tagged: Orchidpaw, Hawkpaw, (Firestrike) ]

The morning was bright and sunny and the she-cat did not at all mind the rays of sun streaming into the warriors den. Her yellow eyes adjusted quickly to the bright light and she yawned, getting to her paws rather quickly for someone who had just woken up. Starlingsong winced slightly as her paws made contact with the floor of the den, her pads still cracked from her last hunting trip. Though hunting was one of her favourite things to do, her soft pads often cracked after long expeditions. This usually warranted visits to the medicine den, which many cats may have avoided at all costs. She, on the other hand, was happy to go there because she knew her brother, Pebbleheart would be there. The young warrior decided against that today though, as the cracks were not too bad. She had also promised Orchidpaw that she would take her hunting first thing this morning and she intended to keep that promise whether her pads were cracked and bleeding or not.

Exiting the warriors' den, Starlingsong spotted her white apprentice quickly. The colour of pelt gave her away almost instantly during any time of the year - besides leaf-bare, of course - and she was easy to spot, which made mentoring her much easier. Sometimes, Starlingsong wondered why she had been chosen to mentor the bubbly she-cat, but after working with her for four moons it was obvious the two got along very well.

"Ready to get some hunting done?" the black she-cat asked as she approached Orchidpaw, who was grooming her fur. Beside her, Hawkpaw was doing the same. Starlingsong nodded a greeting to him, wondering if his mentor had anything planned for him for the day. Knowing the bold mentor, Firestrike would most likely be doing some battle training with Hawkpaw, though it might have been nice to do some hunting as a group. Waiting for her apprentice's answer, Starlingsong sat down, near the two apprentices, wrapping her black tail neatly over her paws.

☁ P E B B L E H E A R T ☁
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[ tom ] [ 19 ] [ medicine cat apprentice ] [ tagged: (Starlingsong), (Orchidpaw), Blueheart ]

His whiskers twitched as he woke from his dream and his yellow eyes opened to let the light of the sun in. The grey tom's head was filled with terrified thoughts and his heart was pumping wildly. His breathing a little heavy, Pebbleheart, stumbled to his paws, abandoning the warm moss nest he had been lying in. In an attempt to calm himself, he ran his pink tongue over the grey fur of his chest, as if the motion would slow the beating of his heart. The medicine cat apprentice had no such luck. He could feel his whole body throbbing with the wild pace of his beating organ and, after taking several deep breaths that seemed to serve no purpose, he decided to find his sister.

Almost running out of the medicine den, Pebbleheart found Starlingsong almost immediately. She was sitting near her white apprentice, Orchidpaw, and, from what he could hear of their conversation, she was planning on taking the apprentice hunting. Feeling awkward and unwilling to interrupt, the grey tom passed by the cats milling about the camp under the pretence of grabbing some fresh-kill from the pile in the centre of the camp. Grabbing a small mouse and a larger vole for his mentor, he took both back to the medicine den.

The beating of his heart had not yet slowed, so Pebbleheart decided to do what he knew would help him: something methodical. Dropping the fresh-kill before Blueheart's nest, where the she-cat was still sleeping, the apprentice turned to the medicine storage and began to sort through the various piles, feeling his heart slowly reduce its rate until it was beating steadily as his paws worked over the many herbs and remedies in the medicine den. Upon hearing his mentor stirring, Pebbleheart paused his work.

"Good morning, Blueheart!" he called. "I brought you some morning fresh-kill. I thought we could maybe eat together this morning?" Pebbleheart always made it his mission to provide for his mentor and liked to share his morning meal with her, even if that meant waiting for her to wake up before both of them could eat together.

✱ M A R T E N F U R ✱
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[ tom ] [ 25 ] [ warrior ] [ tagged: Nightfrost, Sparrowstorm, Sunstrike ]

It wasn't often that the red-brown tom woke with the rising sun, but today just happened to be one of those days. The first rays of light were entering the warriors' den when Martenfur felt himself waking from his sleep. Stretching luxuriously in his nest and yawning so that his jaw was as far open as it would go, the warrior padded out of the den. His muscles hurt from the battle training he had endured yesterday - Starlingsong had asked him to help with mentoring Orchidpaw in that field - and, to his surprise, the white she-cat had been quite adept at making him sore. Recollecting yesterday's events, he nodded to Orchidpaw and Starlingsong as he walked past, on his way to the warriors gathered near the entrance of the camp.

"Mind if I join in on your patrol?" he asked Sunstrike, who seemed to be leading it. The warrior nodded his head respectfully to the deputy and Sparrowstorm, a warrior his own age, as well as to Nightfrost, a younger she-cat. The nod to her was accompanied by a wink. How it was received, Martenfur did not know, but he was sure his charm was working it's magic on the she-cat. She had not been a warrior for long, but he was slowly worming his way into her heart - he was sure of it!

Patrolling was not his favourite warrior duty, that was for sure, but certain cats in the Clan made the boring activity bearable. Sparrowstorm, who Martenfur had been apprentices with, was one of these cats. The two had shared memories and, though their personalities were vastly different, playful banter could be established if the friendly red-brown tom tried hard enough to engage the much shyer tabby.

Nightfrost, however, was a much better choice when it came to picking a patrol, simply because she was a she-cat. And if there was one thing Martenfur could do better than anything else, it was charming she-cats.

✦ O r c h i d p a w ✦

Orchidpaw looked up from her gleaming white fur to Starlingsong, quite conscious that her fur stood out brigtly against the camp like white on black. "Hello, Starlingsong! Hunting sounds good," she trilled happily. Shegave her fur a few more licks and leapt to her paws and asked, "Where are we hunting today?" She headed towards the camp entrance, the leaves rustling as she ducked through. Poking her head back in, she called for Starlingsong. "Today I'm going to catch a squirrel!" she mewed..