ƑlightClan • Semi-lit+ • [ Final Announcement pg.48 ]

[Taiyo]

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•Gender: Tom
•Age: 48 moons
•Rank: Leader
•Lives: 8
•Status: Single
•Tags: Redcloud, Honeywolf,
Delilah

The tabby held in his own amused chuckles as the she-cat gave up her name without hesitation. The silver tabby always had a soft spot for those courageous ones - perhaps this one will be staying longer this time. "Delilah." he echoed, rolling the foreign tongue in his mouth. It was a strange name, one that convinced the tom that she was not clan born, her ruffled state also denied her of the kittypet status. A loner it is. "Are you by yourself?" he questioned softly, sharp eyes calculative. If the she-cat had companions they might pose a threat to the clan and Whitestar was not willing to take a chance. If the she-cat lies - and trust him, he'll find out - then she'll be introduced to the edge of the border without another word. Turning to Redcloud the leader questioned the red furred tom. "Where did you find her?" Pale green eyes took in the scraggy appearance once more. "Was she already in this tired state when you've found her?"

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•Gender: Tom
•Age: 34 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
•Tags: Tigerpaw, Snowdrift,
Shadowpaw

The tom narrowed his yellow eyes at the stranger but made no attempts at nearing the group. Whitestar seemed to be handling the situation fine and Thunderflame wouldn't like to bother the leader in his interrogation of the loner. Not to mention, he didn't want to appear like a starving elder hungry for gossips. He turned back to Tigerpaw with a gentle smile.

"Thanks for the hard work Tigerpaw. I bet your mentor is searching high and low for you now." the warrior chuckled lightly as he flicked his tail gently over the young apprentice's shoulder. "If you find him, tell him that I apologise for hogging his apprentice for such a long time." he grinned then bent down to whisper in a mock conspiratory way. "Or you can try to bribe him with your lucky catch of the day." the tabby winked. Standing, the warrior caught a glimpse of Snowdrift as she entered camp and bristled at the unfamiliar scent. It was the natural response to have and Thunderflame was quite surprised the she-cat didn't try to investigate further. Perhaps she's tired from the day's workout, Starclan knows how tired I am right now. The tom thought silently. Still, being the sociable tom he is, he stood up and made way to the pale colored she-cat. His shadow draping over her as he approached.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked softly, his face kept in a relaxed, cheerful expression. Settling himself by the she-cat's side, the tom allowed the tension within his body to drain outwards and Thunderflame sighed in relief. "I'm exhausted." he admitted, yellow eyes closing halfway. Then as if he finally remembered his manners, the tom inquired about his clanmate's day. "How did training go with Littlepaw and Smokepaw?" Hooded yellow eyes turned to face Snowdrift. Littlepaw and Smokepaw were both ready to be given their warrior names - was that why Whitestar was out? For the apprentice's assessment?

Come to think of it... I haven't seen Shadowpaw in a while... The tabby warrior felt a pang of guilt flash through him as he raised his head to search the camp. He should really be spending more time with his apprentice. "Have anycat seen Shadowpaw?" he asked no one in particular.

(( Scarletclaws is accepted! Once again, I've cleared up some spots on the clan list. Softpaw's new mentor is Hazelsky! ))

[foxflight,]

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As Snowdrift had predicted, her time alone was limited as Thunderflame came over to join her. She blinked her pale blue eyes, forcing a smile onto her muzzle and giving a small nod of her head in answer to Thunderflame's question. Snowdrift shifted her position slightly so she was more comfortable, her tail tip flicking back and forth as she turned her attention to Thunderflame as the older warrior spoke, announcing he was exhausted. In response she gave a light laugh, ears pricking forward as the tom then directed a question at her. "Littlepaw's and Smokepaw's training went well. They had their assessment." She meowed, pausing for a brief moment. "Whitestar plans on making them warriors." She added, swelling up with pride just at the thought of her own apprentice finally becoming a warrior. She'd miss being Smokepaw's mentor, but was glad that he was now becoming a warrior. Snowdrift dipped her head forward, giving her chest fur a few quick licks to flatten it down. She looked up and allowed her gaze to quickly drift across the camp, ears flattening against the head as she caught sight of the loner once again. Still curious to know why the loner was in camp. Snowdrift returned her gaze back to Thunderflame as the tom spoke up randomly, his question didn't seem directed at her or any cat in particular but she answered it none the less. "I haven't seen Shadowpaw since this morning." She meowed, shifting her gaze to look around camp once again to double check that Shadowpaw wasn't in the camp.

[Froas]

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ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: defensive ➝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: camp ➝ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Frostpaw; Delilah

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Softpaw looked up to see the tabby leader walk back into camp with the two apprentices. She knew that the two had more than likely took the test to become warriors. The she-cat sighed as she thought about how great it would be to become a warrior and not have to listen to everything everyone else says. The young creamy colored she-cat pulled herself upp next to the tom and arched her back, loosening her muscles and letting her maw part into a yawn. "That's a relief, but I wonder what Whitestar wants?". She said but an unfamiliar smell was trapped in her nose and her fur began to prickle as she stood in a defensive stance. She didn't know who or what it was but it didn't belong here. She looked to see a she-cat walk into camp between Honeywolf and Redcloud. Her voice became harsh as she narrowed her eyes at the cat."I wonder who that is."

[float away.]

R.e.d.c.l.o.u.d.

Gender: Tom
Age: 42 moons
Rank: Senior Warrior
Status: Single
Apprentice: None
State: Anxious, On Guard
Tags: Honeywolf, Delilah, Whitestar/Camp

"Well, we found Miss Delilah here out by the treeline border crouched over a mouse. She admitted to stealing prey, and the intent to continue to do so." The red warrior stood next to the emaciated cat, displaying the first signs of discomfort all day. He shifted from paw to paw and his mossy eyes kept flicking about camp, landing on each clanmate at least once. He knew just how much a loner could stir up camp, and it was always a tense situation. His whole frame was tense underneath the heavy pelt, ready to spring into action at the twitch of a whisker. As he shifted once more, his long russet fur brushed the loner's off-white flank. He had been unconsciously moving closer and closer to her as his protective nature kicked in. He had brought her into this hostile environment, thus it was his responsibility that she remain safe. His attention snapped back to Whitestar as he processed the second question. The traces of a lopsided smile appeared on his muzzle as he purred, "She didn't get this skinny and ragged just from the walk here, Whitestar."

F.r.o.s.t.p.a.w.

Gender: Tom
Age: 9 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Status: Single
Mentor: Barkface
State: Not Happy
Tags: Softpaw, Delilah

The skinny tom's fur fluffed up defensively the second the loner came into sights. Black ears fell against his white skull as he stood. It was an automatic change in position, no clan cat wanted to be caught lazying about with a potential threat present. "Looks like Redcloud and Honeywolf went hunting, and all they brought back was a scrap of crowfood." There was a sharp edge as his voice bordered on a hiss. He shifted closer to his petite companion, moving ahead of her just slightly. The loner appeared to be starving and weak, but that could just make her more desperate. If she decided to lash out, there was a large possibility that she would target a smaller opponent because of her state. And the two apprentices made perfect targets in that scenario.

[Taiyo]

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•Gender: Tom
•Age: 48 moons
•Rank: Leader
•Lives: 8
•Status: Single
•Tags: Redcloud, Honeywolf,
Delilah

Whitestar noted down with interest at his warrior's unconscious shifting that placed him in a position between the rest of the cats in camp and Delilah. Redcloud was known to be a cat with an all encompassing heart and though Whitestar appreciated such traits in warriors, it might be the downfall of this warrior if he is to let his heart be wooed so easily.

A faint smile cracked over his stern expression at the red furred tom's comment and the tabby replied with a lighthearted chuckle of his own. "I hope not, it wouldn't do us good if the other clans heard about Flightclan warriors bullying their guests." Green eye flickered over to the scrawny shape of Delilah, deliberately putting emphasis on the title he used to address the loner. If the she-cat caught his meaning then she should relax with the knowledge that she is not treated as an enemy here. Hopefully, the rest of Flightclan's cats understood his meaning too.

Standing up slowly and the leader gave a reassuring smile to the she-cat. "I am not a cruel cat and I can pardon your offence as you seem to need it a lot more than we do and the forests these days are filled with prey. One or two less will not be a big blow to us. You don't seem to come with ill intent and for that you're welcome to stay here and rest yourself for a while." The silver tabby turned to Redcloud and Honeywolf beckoning to both warriors. "Redcloud, Honeywolf I will place Delilah in your paws. Please take care of her and make sure she is well fed and rested." then in a softer voice, he spoke words private to only the two warriors in charge of Delilah. "She is interesting my warriors, do take good care of her. When she's rested do me a favor and ask her opinion of the clan. Perhaps she'll be interested in joining our family. Starclan knows we need a bit of variety in our group." the leader whispered and stepped back turning around towards the direction of his den.

In a louder voice that carried across camp and to the ears of every cat the leader commented casually to the air. "I'll be in my den if anyone needs me. If trouble seeks you my dear guest, feel free to call me from my den. I will resolve any unjust quarrels and problems in my camp. Though, I expect none of the sort happening any time soon." The subtle warning towards the cats in camp was clear - be civilised or there will be consequences. When he made sure everycat heard his message, the tabby leader of Flightclan hopped onto the fallen tree and slipped into his den with a small smile on his face.

I have to prepare for the ceremony and if Starclan smiles upon us tonight, perhaps we'll be gaining not one warrior but two.

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•Gender: She-cat
•Age: 30 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
•Tags: Redcloud, Delilah,
Whitestar

She was bored out of her mind and on the borders of falling asleep on her paws. It seems like sleep always decides to catch up to you at the weirdest moments. Though the tension in camp had risen to unbearable levels ever since they brought Delilah back, Honeywolf was unaffected by the antagonism hanging thickly in the air. It was nothing she wasn't already used to. All through her life she had been regarded as the 'mad tom's daughter' she was not a warrior, but a cat with a possible disease of running mad just like her father. With a past that separated her from her clanmates, Honeywolf no longer cared about what cats thought about her - if they're mean to her, she acts meaner. Though the fact that she haven't slept for several nights could be partially the reason why she's feeling so out of it.

It wasn't until Whitestar beckoned to her and Redcloud did she snap awake. "What?" she gasped, barely able to contain her shock. Oh she was fine with Whitestar pardoning Delilah's offence, she was fine that he asked Redcloud to watch over her - heck she's totally fine if Whitestar decides to let a loner join the clan - but ask her to babysit the loner?! But before she could voice her protests, the silver tabby had already retreated into the safety of his own den leaving Redcloud, Delilah and Honeywolf with a gaping mouth.

As camp slowly returned to it's slow pace as cats tried their best to contain their interest in the new cat, the ginger she-cat collected herself and whipped around to face Delilah and Redcloud. "I. Blame. You." she hissed at the red tom, green optics narrowed into slits. For what reason? Honeywolf had no idea, for she was the one who found Delilah in the first place and she was also the one who made the decision to bring her back to camp - but screw all logic and sense because she was feeling cranky and irritated, Redcloud is and will be the cause of her ire for the rest of the day.

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•Gender: Tom
•Age: 34 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
•Tags: Snowdrift,
Shadowpaw

Thunderflame's eyes widened slightly at Whitestar's words. Though the silver tabby seem to be addressing no cat in particular and his tone casual, the warning behind his words were clear and... dangerous.

"I can see why Starclan chose him as leader." Thunderflame chuckled nervously, yellow eyes closing slightly. "He can be terrifying even without raising his voice." The warrior turned to look at the small group at the center of camp, watching as Honeywolf glare daggers at Redcloud, Redcloud being himself and the loner.. well out of place. "Guess that means she's staying then." the tabby meowed softly, a hint of curiosity touching his voice. It seems the loner caught the attention of Whitestar and managed to get on his good side - lucky for her for the last loner wasn't treated this nicely. I wouldn't be surprise if she becomes our new clanmate... His nose scrunched up a little when the foreign scent wafted over. Though it'll have to take some times to get used to her scent...

Thunderflame turned back to his companion with a smile on his face, his tail curling and twisting on the ground. "That's great news! Congratulations!" he purred, honestly happy for Snowdrift and the apprentices. "You make me jealous." the tom teased lightly, a chuckle rumbling from his chest. "I can't wait until Shadowpaw gets her warrior's name as well, perhaps then I'll finally be able to experience the same kind of joy that's on your face." His yellow eyes had a faraway look as he glanced to the side, fantasizing the day when he can proudly chant out his apprentice's new name. "Oh.. that's ok.. I'll have to keep my senses open for her then." he meowed softly, eyes glancing around camp again to search for any sign of Shadowpaw.

(( Kay people, here's some valuable bonding time! Take this time to bond with some cats IN camp! ;u; after a few posts it'll be NIGHT TIME and Whitestar will be holding the ceremony. After the ceremony... *Q* the prophecy can officially start! ))

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Littlepaw
She walked out of the den and sighed for herself, looking around for someone she could talk to but didn't see enyone. Spotting Whitestar, she quickly walked up to his den but stopped outside it and waited for a moment. Maybe I shouldn't bother him, but I need to talk to someone.. And with that, she walked up to the opening of his den and looked inside, carefully taking a step inn. "Whitestar? I don't want to be a bother, but do you have a moment?" she asked, her voice was carefull and almost weak as she talked. She hoped he wasn't too tired or didn't want to be bothered before the ceremony, but with the nerves Littlepaw had, she had to talk to someone and Whitestar seemed to be the only one she wanted to talk to. He was a wise tom, kind also, but she hadn't really talked much to him without when she was started talking as a kit and when she got her apprentice name. She had to smile to herself when she though about when she got her apprentice name, how exited and happy she was and even more jumpy. She almost couldn't believe that she was good enough to become a warrior, also wondering what her name would be, hoping it would flow on her toung as Littlekit did to her. The little kit, the small, tiny one who was so small and weak that even it's father didn't believe she would make it to apprentice. She gave a silent sigh before she turned her focus back on the den and her hope that she could make her nerves calm down a bit, not wanting to be shaking under the ceremony.

[stricklyspagetti]

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Tagged: -------
Where?: Forest
Doing: Sneaking
Mood: Excited, nerveous
Crush: Nope!
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Ghostkit pricked her ears as she watched the forest intently. She then stalked forward, and darted twords the woods, crouching low as she had seen many cats before her do. She then stopped, and stayed as still as possible, but her little fuzzy body was shaking with excitement. She ducked below a branch as she bounded across the woods happily. Ha! she thought. I outsmarted the warroiras! she thought proudly as she slowed to a trot. She jumped ontop of a fallen tree, and jumped off of it. She stumbled a bit as her orange eyes scanned the area.

--Sorry for just quoting it, but with my elbow its hard to type. Anyone wanna rp with me?--

--I can take Sandpaw if thats ok--

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tom :: senior warrior :: thirty-seven moons

The broad shouldered tabby pushed his way into the camp behind the others and curled his lips at the scent of rogue. Flattening his ears against his skull and lashing his tail, the warrior forced his neck fur to lay flat and stalked over to where Whitestar was speaking to the cats who brought the female rogue in. His jaws parted to take in her scent and his golden optics narrowed. But he picked up another scent; Ghostkit's, and fading fast. Stifling a growl and lashing her tail, Eaglestrike whipped around and paced back across to the camp entrance and shouldered his way back through and out into the forest. With Whitestar busy with that rogue, I should have enough time to find that mousebrained kit and get her back. Tasting the air carefully, he located the traces of the missing kit's scent and began to follow it. Occasionally, he saw a tiny paw print and upon coming across a fallen tree, identified minute claw marks in the bark. The kit's scent was stronger here. "Ghostkit!" He called in a low voice, bunching his muscles and leaping neatly up onto the trunk. He stood tall, gazing into the surrounding trees and shadows. "Get here, now!

(Taiyo asked to have all cats in the camp by now so Keriae replayed with Eaglestrike getting her back c: )

[stricklyspagetti]

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Where?: Forest
Doing: Explaining herself
Mood: Nerveous
Crush: Nope!
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Ghostkit smiled as she bounded around the forest, but a fimilliar scent hung in the air, and thats when she heard her name. She turned around to see Eaglestrike, and she gasped. She then crouched, and stalked forward. ''Yes..?'' she asked, knowing she was in trouble. ''I was only going to.. er.. I got nothing.'' she said, and her fuzzy black ears pinned to her head as she then lowred her head to look at the ground. She could just run away.. but then she would get in more trouble. Maybe run back into camp and hide forever? Nah.. her head was spinning as she watched the ground

[Keriae]

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tom :: senior warrior :: thirty-seven moons

Eaglestrike leapt down from the log and stood before the black kit, his face almost emotionless apart from the anger in his golden eyes. To match this, his charcoal-dipped tail tip flicking back and forth irritably. "Kits are not allowed out of camp for a reason. Not to mention, it's getting late." He rumbled, and leaned down to pick Ghostkit up by the scruff. It would take too long to nudge her all the way back home and if he carried her he could run back and be back for the ceremony. That was one thing he could not miss, not with Littlepaw becoming a warrior.