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

[Froas]

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

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She watched as Frostpaw defensively went forwards just slightly ahead of the she-cat, which made Softpaw feel kinda happy. She shook her head gently , laughing on the inside at herself when she realized how silly she was. But after only a few moments her face became stern once again as she realized that she could have been caught off guard. "That s the most pitiful piece of crowfood I've ever seen, but I do wonder why she was here?". The young apprentice said. She was quite curious but reminded herself that it would be best to stay pretty far away from the loner until she was sure it was safe. Softpaw looked around and watched how the other cats reacted to a new cat in camp. Some were more hostile than the two apprentices, and some were just lounging around lazily. She still felt a little more safe as long as she kept up her guard.

[Taiyo]

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•Gender: Tom
•Age: 48 moons
•Rank: Leader
•Lives: 8
•Status: Single
•Tags: Littlepaw

He welcomed the comforting darkness of his den and the musky scents of generations and generations of Flightclan leaders mixed into the walls and bedding. Padding over to his trodden nest the tabby settled himself in a comforting curl and rested his head on his paws. Night was only a few hours away and he had to think of names for the new warriors to his clan. His ears perked up when he heard his name called softly from the entrance of his den. It sounded eerily like Littlepaw. What's she's doing here? Lifting his head the leader blinked his green eyes and shifted himself into a more presentable position. "Come in Littlepaw." he meowed softly, tail curling neatly around himself. Her scent was filled with excitement and touched with a bit of nervousness - which was to be expected, after all she's going to be given her warrior's name in a few hours time. The leader tried to soften his expression into one of reassurance and comfort, he wouldn't want to intimidate his soon-to-be warrior would he? "What is bothering you Littlepaw?" he asked softly.

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

The bristling she-cat didn't expect the red tom's reaction - to step even closer to her space and pressure her with his size. Instinctively when something towered over a cat, the first reaction is to step back. Before she could even process the motion in her brain, she had already involuntarily leaned back from Redcloud's shadow. Her face immediately scrunched up in disgust at the motion and her claws slid out to physically ground herself to her spot. When she lifted her gaze, her eyes were burning. "Intimidating with your fat and fluff won't do anything." she hissed as she pushed herself up against the tom's mass. Their chest furs were touching but by no means could it be interpreted as an intimate touch. Considering Redcloud's full body barrier of fur, one didn't have to worry about 'touching' the tom physically unless they suffocate themselves in layers of red fur first. Her eyes barely shifted from Redcloud's form even as another warrior came to greet them.

A snarl was already rumbling in her chest as she glared at Redcloud. For some reason, just looking at his calm, annoying face seem to antagonise the she-cat even further. Her life had been ruined by a tom and ever since that fateful day where Honeywolf forever locked those friendly emotions away, she had been grumpy and sulky. Perhaps without knowing she had developed a small bias towards males as well.

Suddenly, the she-cat broke the glaring contest and visibly deflated - as if suddenly all her anger and fury drained away in one breath. She turned to Delilah, choosing to ignore Redcloud she stepped closer to the she-cat and nudged her. "Come, ignore the idiot. We'll fill our belly first." she snapped and nudged Delilah towards the fresh kill pile. Brushing past Redcloud forcefully, her tail snapped against the tom's nose as she passed by. "Bearfang you're free to join us." she tossed behind her shoulder casually as she continue to herd Delilah away. "Better not stay around that idiot, you might catch his irritating personality; that infuriating furball." she grumbled under her breath.

(( BLAME EVERYTHING ON THE SMILING TOM. DAT SMILE. I SWEAR HE DID SOMETHING.))

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

The tom winced when Honeywolf stalked off with an angry huff of air - not before she communicated her frustration through a vicious snap of her tail on Redcloud's delicate nose. "Ouch." Thunderflame winced sympathetically and dipped his head to rub his paw over his own nose as he felt a phantom slash of pain echo across his own soft nose. "Hell hath no wrath like a she-cat scorned indeed." the tom muttered softly. He turned a wary gaze to Snowdrift, tail twisting in a nervous curl. "Ah.. if I've wronged you Snowdrift..." he left his question hanging, body shifting nervously. It was better to solve any 'possible' offences he committed unconsciously lest they build up and come bite him in the rear when he least expects it.

[foxflight,]

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Snowdrift watched closely, ears pricking forward as Honeywolf and Redcloud spoke one another. She had to admit, she wanting to know what they were arguing about. It wasn't very often that warriors would break out into an argument and when they did, it was like a little show. The white she-cat barely resisted the urge to laugh as Honeywof turned away from Redcloud, harshly flicking her tail across his nose. She looked down at Thunderflame, thinking the tom had hurt himself when he had winced and muttered something. Her smile widened even more if it was possible as she watched Thunderflame rub his nose, looking as if he were feeling Redcloud's pain. Snowdrift's ears pricked forward when Thunderflame muttered under his breath again, something about the wrath of a she-cat. She easily noticed the nervousness the covered his expression and she put on a serious facial expression as the tom spoke again, seeming nervous about his previous comment. She remained quiet for a few moments before allowing a smile onto her muzzle and shrugging her shoulders. "It's alright Thunderflame." She meowed, brushing her tail over the tom's shoulder reassuringly. "No offense taken." She added after a few brief moments. "Anyway, I'm been told several times I'm short tempered." She said, shrugging her shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal. Snowdrift knew herself she was short tempered, she had been told several times by her brother, Whitesplash and her brother's best friend Swifteap. Along with several warriors who tended to be at the receiving end of conversations with her, when her feisty nature came through.

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Bearfang almost instantly fell silent, knowing he had joined the group at the wrong time, seeing as Honeywolf and Redcloud were glaring at each other and spitting a couple of insults at one another. He now wished he could rewind time so he could have avoided this, now feeling awkward as he shuffled his feet and dropped his gaze to the ground. From the corner of his eye he noticed Redcloud greet him with a simple flick of his ear, whilst he didn't get a greeting at all from Honeywolf. Bearfang subconsciously flinched when Honeywolf turned away from Redcloud, nudging the loner away whilst flicking Redcloud harshly on the nose. He couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic for the older warrior. As Honeywolf finally address him he ducked his head, as if expecting some sort of rude remark. But Honeywolf only spoke a single sentence to him before padding away with the loner. Bearfang was contemplating on following them, but after a few moments of thinking, he followed after them, wanting to meet the loner. He glanced over his shoulder to look at Redcloud once more before speeding up to join the two she-cats. "So, who may you be?" He asked, walking on the other side od Delilah, curious about the she-cat. "I'm Bearfang." He introduced himself, not wanting to seem rude to the clan's guest.

[tyger.]

Squirrelpaw

Squirrelpaw nodded to Sweetfoot. She was a little disappointed, but her pelt was still flushed with the thrill of catching that mouse. She dipped her head respectfully. "Yes, Sweetfoot. See you tomorrow." She smiled warmly, her pretty face sunny and kind, then turned and padded towards the fresh-kill pile. She stopped by it, uncertain. Should I eat my mouse, or leave it on the pile? After careful thought, the ginger tabby apprentice decided to eat her prey. She carried it proudly over to the apprentice's den and went over to her nest. Curling up, she ate her mouse slowly, savouring it. Then she glanced around her, and smiled. It had, for the half-blind young cat, been a good day.

Anyone else in the den? I forget ^_^

[the timey thing]

s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ᴘ ᴀ ᴡ

Wʜᴇɴ I ᴡᴀs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ,
I ʜᴀᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs.
Dʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴏғ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ,
Dʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴏғ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ.
Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴅɪᴇᴅ.
Lɪғᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ғᴜɴɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ.
Nᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ,
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴇᴀғ.

xxxSandpaw was obviously happy with herself and the reply she had gotten, glancing around the camp briefly before keeping her eyes on her mentor. It was a bit of a struggle staying still, her whiskers and tail twitching occasionally showing she was hyper from not doing close to anything at all that day. At her question, the half-deaf cat nodded excitedly. "Oh yes, that sounds like it'll be great!!" The small apprentice beamed, almost bouncing with her head from how fast and rough she was doing it. Any harder and she would've swore her head would fall off. "I don't mind if we do it in the morning, I'll be up as bright and early as possible and if I'm not you can wake me up if you want me to still come with you!!"

[float away.]

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

Gender: Tom
Age: 42 moons
Rank: Senior Warrior
Status: Single
Apprentice: None
State: Relieved
Tags: Honeywolf, Delilah, Bearfang

One could almost hear the crack of Honeywolf's tail snapping as the small tip struck the only part of Redcloud that wasn't padded with fur. Stars flashed before his eyes as the pain blossomed from his sensitive nose, quickly spreading to encompass his whole muzzle. A hiss sounded as he took a sharp intake of air in reaction to the contact. There was no yowl, nor any flinching. Just the quick hiss of pain and his green eyes snapping shut. Standing there a moment, he allowed himself to remain in the darkness as he waited for the stinging sensation to ebb into more of a throb. But through his misery, there still hung a lopsided smile on the russet face. It had appeared as soon as the agouti she-cat had turned away; those who didn't know the tom would have thought it to be out of smugness, but in reality it was just pure relief. He wouldn't have been able to back up his unspoken threat, which probably would have made Honeywolf's opinion of him sink even lower than what it already was.

Slowly opening his eyes to a squint, water welled up around the edges as he forced them even wider. Shaking his head, a chuckle welled up in his throat before spilling out into the air. 'I should have seen that coming. My smarting nose is no cat's fault but my own.' Mirth twinkled in the still running eyes as Redcloud followed Honeywolf, Delilah, and Bearfang over to the fresh-kill pile. Lips firmly turned upwards, the senior warrior didn't seem to be phased at all by what had happened just seconds before. But then again, not much got to large tom that he would actually dwell on.

((Two things. First, Redcloud is now bound and determined to befriend Honeywolf. And second... I want to see what a preggers Honeywolf would be like/I just want to watch the world burn))

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

Gender: Tom
Age: 9 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Status: Single
Mentor: Barkface
State: Feeling Superior
Tags: Softpaw

"The better question is why is Whitestar allowing that mangy thing to stay in camp." A true believer in pure-blood and Starclan, Frostpaw held disdain for any and all outsiders. Most of the ones he had seen were a ragged bunch or littered with scars and shredded ears, clearly resulting from an inferior pedigree to his own. And this loner was no exception with her dirt-stained pelt and protruding ribs; any self-respecting cat could spare a few minutes out of their day for self-maintenance. Sniffing in condescension, he turned from the 'guest' completely and returned his focus to the small she-cat that seemed to be bubbling with curiosity. "No cat of warrior material would be that starved and weak. Obviously some cat doesn't know how to feed herself."

[Froas]

ｓｏｆｔｐａｗ

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

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She heard his harsh words, which surprised the young she-cat. She did believe in Starclan, but she also believed in giving every cat a chance. But knowing that this may be a barrier between their friendship and what may someday become something more, she stay silent, and agreed with the tom. "I don't know why Whitestar has let her stay in the camp, but I''m gonna guess that he has a valid reason for doing so, and I agree, she could do with quite a grooming. "She said. Softpaw gave one more quick glance at the loner before turning her attention back to the tom. Thinking back, this is the first real conversation she's had with the tom that she's had a crush on since she saw him in the nursery. It made her ears flick nervously as she glanced into his blue eyes.

[float away.]

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

Gender: Tom
Age: 9 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Status: Single
Mentor: Barkface
State: Pleasantly Surprised
Tags: Softpaw

The rigid face broke out into a genuine smile as Softpaw muttered a comment about the loner's grungy appearance. He had been expecting the exact opposite from the soft-spoken she-cat, assuming that she would scold him for being so rude. 'Well isn't she full of surprises today?' The thought seemed to purr through his mind, increasing the size of his grin by a fraction. Flicking his tail dismissively, his shoulders rolled into a shrug, "Well whatever his reason, we all get to live with loner stench sticking to every corner of camp." As his dark gaze flicked about camp, noting the unusual number of cats just lounging about as the shadows grew longer, realization dawned on the patched tom. His grin turned smug as he looked back at Softpaw, long white whiskers twitching with satisfaction. "So... When Littlepaw gets her name, I'll be the oldest apprentice in our den." This statement wasn't entirely true as there was Wolfpaw to consider, who was a moon older than him, but Frostpaw could never acknowledge the blind cat an equal. Having his handicap immediately disqualified him from any social ranking in the apprentice's mind, thus he became the 'big tom in camp'.

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

She held in a small vicious smirk when she heard the hiss of pain from Redcloud. Serves you right. the she-cat thought haughtily as she padded over to the fresh-kill pile with Delilah and Bearfang. However her dark amusement was short-lived as the familiar chuckle of Redcloud returned. That fool is laughing again?! It took all her will not to whip around and tackle the red puff of fur to the ground. For unknown reasons, Redcloud's enthusiasm and optimistic ways grate on her nerves. She couldn't be bothered in hiding her rising irritation as the fur along her back began to rise. She thought her warning snap would chase the tom away but still, he chose to follow after them. A dangerous flash passed her eyes as Honeywolf forcefully tore a bird from the hunting pile and settled down with an angry plop. She bit into the poor robin savagely, tearing through feathers and flesh imagining she was ripping into Redcloud himself.

(( Redcloud you're dead. D.E.A.D.
Pregnant Honeywolf? xDDD oh my. The clan's end for sure. Death by Honeywolf rage.
"I SAID I WANT FOOD NOW. NO NOT MOUSE YOU FURBALL. FOOD FOOD. DO YOU GET IT? NO NOT ROBIN, FISH OR VOLE. UGH YOU IMBECILES! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO FEED A QUEEN?!" -grumble grumble snarl snarl- ))

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

Thunderflame swallowed nervously as he searched the pale blue eyes of Snowdrift. Unfortunately, a shutter seem to fall over his companion's expression which left the tom in the darkness, unable to read the expression of the she-cat. His eye warily turned to the side, watching Honeywolf tear savagely into the poor robin, her blazing eyes made sure everyone knew who she really wish her fangs were sinking into. He suppressed a shudder.

"Um.. Snowdrift..." yellow eyes turned meekly back to the she-cat, his ears flattening against his head and whiskers drooping like frightened kit. Her silence was killing him! It was as if she was contemplating whether or not she should reveal what wrong he had done and how she was going to exact her revenge. The worst part was that he don't remember ever offending the she-cat. If cats could sweat, Thunderflame would've probably caused a flood in camp. When the suspense became unbearable for the tabby, his maws open to apologise to the she-cat and perhaps beg for his life - when the shutters lifted and a brilliant smile came over her face like a ray of sunshine breaking through a cover of clouds.

Yellow eyes widened with fright, then relief and the tom plopped down on the ground, deflating from the unnecessary stress and worry he collected. "Y-You scared me Snowdrift." the tom laughed weakly, yellow eyes closing with exhaustion. "I thought for a moment, I was going to die for committing some unknown offence unconsciously." He opened one eye. "Still, better safe than sorry. Toms would rather face a pack of dogs than an angry she-cat." he chuckled.

[Taiyo]

(( Prologue 3 ))

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•Who: Unknown NPCs
•Tags: N/A

He watched with tired eyes on top of the plains, his friends, his companions all spread out on the ground, unconscious to the world. Some writhed and twisted, occasionally a moan of pain and fear would escape from their lips. Occasionally, a scream would shatter the silence the enveloped the area. Almost all had wet cheeks with rivulets of sorrow running down their faces.

Some stayed completely still.

He sighed and turned around, making his way to the forest. It was hard to be the only one. The first one to find a cure and overcome this curse. How sad it was, being useless to his companions for he couldn't share the 'cure' because the cure was different for each. He was fortunate enough to have saved himself before the disease sunk too deep - was able to resurface before everything turned hopeless. Now he could only hope the others would find the cure before they reach the point of no return.

He wondered what would happen if cats like them die? Was it even possible? The cat shook his head, dispelling the worrisome thoughts as he plodded on. It is nearing, the time to reveal and warn those living beneath. He wonder how they'll take this news... hopefully, the disease won't send any to join their ranks any time soon. He paused in his walk and lifted his head as a figure of a cat shimmered into view. He watched emotionlessly as the image of the intruder steadied and a distorted voice floated through the area. "I'm amazed you're awake." the voice whispered slyly, amber eyes flashing in the darkness.

"Sorry to have disappointed you." he meowed softly, unfazed by the wavering illusion. Lifting his paws the tom continued on his way, passing through the illusion of the cat without second thought. The black cat followed anyways. "Now, now, no need to be rude." the voice chuckled. "I thought long and hard for this, you should really appreciate my efforts. It can be... beneficial to one if one finds the cure, that is."

"Indeed, I have full confidence my friends and companions are strong enough to withstand your foul tricks." He meowed impassively, pushing through the last barrier of growth into a pond. "Heh, that confidence of yours... That's what I really hate about you. But we'll see... we'll see who'll be the winner in the end." the voice disappeared as the illusion wavered and faded away.

Blue eyes narrowed, staring into the depths of the magical pool. "Don't trespass again, I won't be as forgiving next time."

The last thing the tom heard before the illusion of the Dark Forest Cat disappeared were his dark chuckles that echoed through the area.

(( Sorry for double posting >n< but I think these prologues deserve their own special posts xDDD and this is prologue 3! the last prologue before the prophecy starts! Feeling the tension everyone?! WANT THE PROPHECY TO COME ALREADY? WHAT IS GOING ON?!

lol imagine if I decide to delay announcing the prophecy and make you guys wait... -shot- ))