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[darĸнowl]

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[Greenleaf]

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A low growl rumbled in her throat as the tabby muttered something about her having plenty of nice territory and therefore food, and quickly turned into a loud yowl as the tom whipped around with the sparrow in his jaws. Neck fur bristling, Grey rushed after the tabby with her tail streaming out behind her. How dare he try to justify stealing by muttering that he was hungry! It wasn't like he hadn't smelt her scent marks; she'd seen him pause at the boundary line before continuing! With her unsheathed claws leaving deep welts in the ground in her wake, Grey increased her speed an then leapt.

⊰Ｓｐａｒｒｏｗ⊱

Sparrow let out a rather undignified yelp as he crashed to the ground, the she-cat's weight pressing her down. By StarClan, she was heavy! Pain throbbed from his skinny shoulders as he was held down, his muzzle pressing into the dirt. His lungs felt squashed. I can't breathe!
He allowed himself to go limp, then he jerked upwards, freeing himself slightly.
"I'm sorry!" he managed to gasp, paws scrabbling frantically at the ground, looking for a foothold. Despite himself, panic was flooding into him like a wave, blackening his vision, scrambling his thoughts and stilling his usually witty tongue. "I'm sorry! I had no idea that this territory was yours; I thought the gorge belonged to everyone." Much to his shock, he realized he was babbling and was nearly in tears. He forced himself to calm down and still his frantic movements, and he mumbled through a muzzle-full of dirt, "Please don't kill me."

[darĸнowl]

Ａｍｂｅｒｌｅａｆ
{ Loner | Female | 32 moons }

The innocent she-cat woke with a start in her small makeshift nest, one composed of twigs and leaves. The scent of blood hung fresh in her nostrils and seemed attached to her pelt. For the third day in a row, Amberleaf had experienced a terrible nightmare with an omen attached to its text. Surely, this was not the work of StarClan; they hadn't spoken with her since the devastation of her Clan. Though she didn't doubt the presence of StarClan, she often questioned how they could be so cruel and ruthless, to watch more than a dozen of their kin die of famine and disease right before their very star-tipped paws. But Amberleaf held up to her beliefs; StarClan was all that she had, and she was certain that they would speak to her eventually. Today did not seem to be that day.

Amberleaf knew of the dark powers that lie opposite of StarClan, and she didn't even think once about skipping the meeting. She recited the scripture in her head countless times: The doom of our time draws near. Our future rests in the paws of the Seven. The young one. The cold one. The fighter. The healer. The survivor. The faithful. And the one with the blazing eyes. Unite at Great Rock at Winter's Solstice, and then our fate will be decided. She pondered over the seven categories, drawing conclusions for each one; one cat would be an apprentice or young warrior, one would have an unbreakable shell, one would be strong, one would heal others either in physical or emotional health, one would have survived a terrible tragedy, and one would have had to remain faithful to something or someone. But blazing eyes? Was the term to be taken literally or fluidly? Assuming that this message was beyond StarClan's realms, she concluded that she was the healer. Even if the dream was caused by something she ate or even stress, she would still show up to prove herself right - or perhaps wrong.

Now that she had gathered her thoughts, Amberleaf felt a sense of adrenaline. Her life had been nothing more than survival ever since that terrible day when LightClan split; she felt worthless. There was no structure or order out here, just other cats living the same exact sadistic life. They didn't have to live like this, but they just... did. Was there really any questioning it?

Too worked up to feel hungry, Amberleaf cuffed a pinecone with her paw, following it as its spokes rolled endlessly over the soft ground underpaw. She didn't notice how distracted she really had been until the cone slowed down at the paws of a tricolored she-cat that stood only three fox-lengths in front of her. She froze and felt her body become rigid, her emerald eyes locked with the galaxies that would soon notice her and dart up.

[x] Word count: 480
[x] Muse: Not bad!
[x] Tagged: Fire

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loner atm • 24 moons • looks

Fire, who was sitting with her mind somewhere else as she washed her chest, flicked one ear and her eyes fluttered as she was pulled out of her daze when she felt something bump into her forepaws. Her head, which was turned down as she traced her tongue over the tuft of fur that wouldn't cooperate, froze. Confused, she looked up, blinking her peculiarily-coloured eyes at the pinecone. She stood up at once, picking up another cat's scent almost immediately after she looked at the pinecone. The bright she-cat was a fierce and skilled fighter. Not the best in the forest, of course, but pretty good. She preferred it to hunting, at least. She'd made a name for herself in these parts of the woods and no one really messed with her. Though that was also probably the reason she didn't really have any friends, she figured it was better than being defenseless. Her father had taught her well.

She let out a snarl when she pinpointed the location of other she-cat crouched a few tail-lengths away from her. She sized up the cat, already seeing she wasn't much of a threat to her - she didn't look ready to fight. But Fire wasn't stupid and had bumped into a few cats who knew how to fake really well, so she didn't relax her tense muscles until she knew she wasn't in for a grapple against the stranger. She looked a little older than herself, but that didn't mean she could fight. "Hey you!" she snapped, voice hard. "Didn't you pick up those markers? This is my territory. It shouldn't be hard to avoid, it's not that big."

She stalked over to the cat, looking down on her now since she had her body to the ground. Fire blinked and decided to take it down a few notches. "What's your name? I haven't seen you around here before; it's always the same cats that live here."

[Lothlórien]

D o v e P a w
T h e Y o u n g O n e

She-Cat
6 Moons
Fighter Apprentice
Single
No Crush
With CoalFrost, Small
Feeling Friendly
Word Count-334

While waiting for the other young she-cat to say her name DovePaw wrapped her bushy tail around her small paws and studied the other cat a bit more closely. Already she had noticed the others cats small ears but now she noticed her fur was long like her own, it's color was that of a puffy close with hints of light greyish brown near her head. She had a pink nose with one black spot on it and her eyes were a lovely blue. A rather pretty she-cat she was. DovePaw noticed she seemed a little slow with some things, but that just added to her personality and DovePaw couldn't help but think it would be rather fun to become friends with this interesting she-cat.

Finally the she-cat spoke stating her name was Small. What an odd name. DovePaw thought as she noticed Small didn't add a paw to the end of her name. Now that she thought of it Small didn't seem like a clan cat, perhaps she was a kitty-pet. She almost giggled as Small seemed to realize that she hadn't asked for her name. With another one of her sweet smiles DovePaw spoke. "I am DovePaw." She glanced behind her and noticed that CoalFrost was gone. "The Tom that was with me is CoalFrost. He acts tough sometimes but he is a big joker once you get to know him." She looked around wondering if there were any other cats with Small. "Are you all alone you here? Or do you have someone with you?" She really wanted to know if Small was a Kitty-Pet. She had always kind of wanted to meet one. Clan cats of course never went near enough a two-leg place to meet any kitty-pets. Only once had she met one, an elder in the clan. He had been a kitty-pet before he became a clan cat. He had not remembered to much but had told her what he did know. She found it all very interesting.

C o a l F r o s t
T h e F i g h t e r

Tom
26 Moons
Fighter
Single
No Crush
With DovePaw, Small
Feeling Relaxed
Word Count-279

CoalFrost walked swiftly back toward where he had left the two young she-cats, 3 plump mice hung by their tails from his mouth. He was rather pleased he had been so lucky as to find the 3 mice and hadn't wanted to push his luck at finding any more and rick losing the ones he had already caught. He emerged from the brush and watched the two she-cats talking. DovePaw was a chatter box, always wanting to know everything, always asking questions and babbling on about everything under the sun. She was also a very bubbly apprentice and always happy about something. Sometimes it was annoying sometimes it was nice.

He stopped about half a foot from the two she-cats and dropped the mice. DovePaw had just asked the other she-cat something but turned to him and smiled her sweet kitten smile. "CoalFrost this is Small." CoalFrost nodded toward the small eared she-cat and pushed a mouse toward her with his paw. "Pleasure to meet you Miss Small. Care to have a mouse? You look like you could use one." He gave a half smile his friendly personality fully back in place. He really needed to be careful about what he let his thoughts stray to. To easily had he thought about his sister and his past, it made him turn into a over protective Tom who attacked young cats thinking they were foxes or badgers. He hoped the fat mouse would make up for the way he had acted. "You planning on joining us on our quest Miss Small?" He asked in a pleasant tone pushing the other mouse toward DovePaw before moving the third mouse toward himself.

G i n g e r R o s e
T h e H u n t r e s s

She-Cat
18 Moons
Huntress
Single
No Crush
With No One
Feeling Cautious
Word Count-274

GingerRose was easily navigating the woods around her when she caught the scent of a cat approaching rather quickly. She sensed the cat in front of her before she saw it. Before she had time to move she was knocked over by the other cat. She quickly scrambled to her feet and saw the faint blur of a cat in front of her. She took a step closer and the cat came into full few, at least in her right eye. It had no tail and only 3 legs, it's fur was a brownish color and orange colored eyes. It was defiantly a she-cat. GingerRose felt almost a sisterhood with this cat suddenly. Life could not be easy or have been nice to this she-cat who seemed to not only have a battered body but a slightly battered sprite as well. The she-cat quickly apologized. Seeming to think GingerRose would yell at her or worse the she-cat then turned away starting to leave. She grew blurry in her vision and GingerRose quickly walked forward.

"Wait." She said, catching up to the she-cat. "It is no matter running into me, I should have been watching what was in front of me as well." She walked next to the cat. "My name is GingerRose, what is yours?" She asked. She was hoping to find someone she could travel with. After all traveling alone was not as fun as it would seem. "Are you traveling alone?" She added wondering if this cat had family or friends, maybe even a can near by. She didn't sense or smell any though so she figured this she-cat was all alone.

[Seasonal]

Ａｍｂｅｒｌｅａｆ
{ Loner | Female | 32 moons }

Amberleaf felt her claws dig into the earth instinctively, but she held her ground. A confused expression painted her facial features, and she dipped her head to the side. "Why do you have a territory? You're a loner. Out here, the world is your territory! You can come and go as you please, and you can travel aimlessly and use whatever StarClan - err, whatever the world - lays out for you." If this she-cat had always been a loner, she would have no knowledge of StarClan.

She felt the she-cat relax ever-so-slightly, so Amberleaf did the same. "I'm Amberleaf. Have you ever heard of a Clan? I used to be a part of one named LightClan, but it disbanded when everybody turned on each other, and I've been roaming freely for a few moons," she explained, lowering her head to show that she meant no harm. "I was just traveling through and decided to stay for about three moons, and I was just about to be on my way when I started having these strange dreams. I couldn't help but notice that your eyes are stunning! Have you been having the same dreams?" she asked, hoping to find at least one other cat who had shared her experiences. "There have to be seven of us somewhere out here, if this dream is even a real prophecy."

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[x] Muse: Normal
[x] Tagged: Fire

((Thanks, Melancholy! x3))

[Rotten]

((Hope you don't mind Rabbit's actions, Captain. :'3))

Rabbit

|Tom|22 moons|The Survivor|Currently- Talking with Swan|Feeling- Terrified and surprised|Is with- Swan|

And I listen for the whisper
Of your sweet insanity while I formulate
Denials of your effect on me

Rabbit was creeping up on the mole hole, he had patience and knew how to wait for one. Normally they didn't come out at day, but Rabbit knew how to make them. Soon they wouldn't be coming out anymore because of winter, they would say farewell to the world and would travel through those lonely cravens until the spring would come. Rabbit could not understand why one would desire such a darkness for that long. Rabbit himself valued the darkness greatly. Despite what others may say, it was the best time to be active. If he was planing on going somewhere then he would travel by night. However he needed the sun. He would go mad without it.

Rabbit was so focused on the mole hole that he did not notice Swan approaching him from behind. One can not even begin to describe how scared and how surprised Rabbit was when he felt something give him a gentle poke and a voice spoke out to him from behind. With a screech that sent birds flying, Rabbit spun around in the blink of an eye and swiped the cat with unsheathed claws right across the face as hard as he could. Any nearby could hear the impact his paw made across the she-cat's face. Rabbit then let out a hiss and jump a couple paw-steps back, his fur puffed up to look twice his size to intimidate his foe. Keep in mind this was all reflex. Rabbit quickly studied the cat in front of him. A she-cat of a variety of colors with long ears and whiskers. Her golden-brown eyes didn't seem to hold the aggression he was use to seeing in an enemy, but Rabbit wasn't being completely rational right now, and it was better to be safe than sorry. The only two reasons he hadn't bolted yet was because he wasn't sure if this cat was faster than him and plus this was near his campsite and he had stuff there that he did not want to leave.

Ears flat against his skull and a look of pure fear in his eyes, he gave another hiss.

"W-who are you!? I found this place first! If you want me to leave though...I'll leave by tomorrow okay!? Don't....d-don't you dare try to hurt me." he spoke with a shaky voice and as if on cue, his legs started to shake as well. This was truly a cat who felt like he was cornered.

Small

|She-cat|7 moons|Currently- Talking|Feeling- Sad and puzzled|Is with- Dovepaw and Crowfrost|

Fully alive
More than most
Ready to smile and love life

Small gave DovePaw a puzzled look. What odd names they had. Why would you put two words together to make one name? It made no sense. Unlike them, Small had a completely normal name....well at least to her it was normal. She didn't comment on that though. Who was she to judge? She looked up and spotted a cloud that looked like a bird with two heads. She silently stared up at it, imagining what it would be like if it was real. However, DovePaw soon spoke again and Small was brought back to reality. Upon her question, a sad look came upon Small's face and her little ears lowered in her sadness. That's right, she had almost forgotten. She was all alone now. Where was her family? Where they worried about her? Probably. Small could just imagine Moose and her father having a fit. After several minutes, Small finally gathered her thoughts together and spoke.

"I'm all alone...I got lost from my family. I don't know where I am." she finished and gave a sad smile. Suddenly CoalFrost came back with food. The smell of fresh-kill caused her to drool. Oh how she was starving. Suddenly DovePaw spoke, explaining who she was to CrowFrost. She forgot that the tom didn't know who she was. Thankfully he was much nicer than he had first seemed and offered her a mouse. Her eyes lit up and there was a look of pure joy and gratitude upon her face, tiny ears twitching from the joy.

"Oh...Thank you so much!" she said with a voice full of true appreciation and a small dip of her head. She then took the mouse and looked down at it. Such a plump little thing. She wondered where it's home had been and what it had been doing before CrowFrost caught it and killed it. How smart was it. Her mom said mice and rats were pretty smart. Small lightly brushed the mouse with a paw, surprised by how soft and warm it was. She would have focused more of her time on the mouse, but CrowFrost asked her a question. One she didn't understand. Small gave him a confused look. Once again there was a delay before she spoke.

"...Huh? What quest?" she asked, clearly confused.

[darĸнowl]

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loner atm • 24 moons • looks

Fire narrowed her eyes. From the way the cat was speaking, she could tell she hadn't been here very long, wereas for Fire, she'd lived here all her life. She'd always known she could 'come and go as she pleased' but she never thought of it. This was her home. Why would she leave? She never had any issues here anyway. "You've gotta make sure what's yours is known. There are quite a lot of others out here, you know. Anything could happen," she meowed pointedly, as if it were obvious. She then listened as this Amberleaf.... humm... Funny name... told her about herself. "Clan..." she murmured when Amberleaf mentioned it. She'd never heard of one, but she did like the ring to it.

'... when I was having these strange dreams.' Fire had her attention snapped right back up at the other she-cat, her vibrant, chocolate and bright ginger hackles rising in suspicion. Curious for this new cat to claim she was having strange dreams the exact time she herself was as well... Then she was questioned about them. She took one step back. Why was her heart pounding so hard? Was she afraid of the mention of these dreams? Was she scared that what's actually happening might seriously be real? "I...I..." she stuttered, shocked. She hadn't expected such a compliment on her eyes after that statement. Should she trust Amberleaf? Instinct told her obviously not, she'd only just met her. But something deep down was screaming: Say it! Say it! Maybe it was her gut. Maybe her heart. Whatever it was, she trusted it for some reason.

"Yes. Yes, I have. How... how on earth did you know that?" she mumbled, as if she were afraid someone were listening and might think her insane. "You know what, please don't answer that," she added quickly, shaking her head. Now she was pacing in front of the stranger. Her pelt flashed in the sunlight that streamed through the canopy formed by the trees overhead and reached her ginger splotches. Why was this happening to her? What made her special enough to go to this meeting? Now her head was starting to hurt and she seemed to be breathing quite quickly. "Ah...... please, if you know anything, please just tell me what's going on," she burst out desperately, stopping and standing nose-to-nose with Amberleaf. "I don't understand..." she mumbled, turning her face away, ashamed of how weak this probably made her look.

[Angry.Jackal]

G i n g e r R o s e
T h e H u n t r e s s

She-Cat
18 Moons
Huntress
Single
No Crush
With No One
Feeling Cautious
Word Count-274

GingerRose was easily navigating the woods around her when she caught the scent of a cat approaching rather quickly. She sensed the cat in front of her before she saw it. Before she had time to move she was knocked over by the other cat. She quickly scrambled to her feet and saw the faint blur of a cat in front of her. She took a step closer and the cat came into full few, at least in her right eye. It had no tail and only 3 legs, it's fur was a brownish color and orange colored eyes. It was defiantly a she-cat. GingerRose felt almost a sisterhood with this cat suddenly. Life could not be easy or have been nice to this she-cat who seemed to not only have a battered body but a slightly battered sprite as well. The she-cat quickly apologized. Seeming to think GingerRose would yell at her or worse the she-cat then turned away starting to leave. She grew blurry in her vision and GingerRose quickly walked forward.

"Wait." She said, catching up to the she-cat. "It is no matter running into me, I should have been watching what was in front of me as well." She walked next to the cat. "My name is GingerRose, what is yours?" She asked. She was hoping to find someone she could travel with. After all traveling alone was not as fun as it would seem. "Are you traveling alone?" She added wondering if this cat had family or friends, maybe even a can near by. She didn't sense or smell any though so she figured this she-cat was all alone.

(I will have to post here some time tomorrow, but it is possibly iffy. Even of I do get online it will be an ugly, short post because I will be on my phone.)

[Seasonal]

Ａｍｂｅｒｌｅａｆ
{ Loner | Female | 32 moons }

The brown-and-white she-cat narrowed her eyes with content, happy to hear confirmation in her hypothesis. I'm not crazy after all, she thought to herself, letting out a sigh of relief. "I do have an idea, actually," Amberleaf admitted to her new acquaintance. Feeling an instant bond and trust between them, she now sat down and folded her tail over her paws neatly and absorbed herself into her thoughts as she spoke. "In that place that I called my home, LightClan, I was something called a Medicine Cat. Instead of training to hunt or fight, StarClan, my warrior ancestors, had a different path laid out for me. While I am perfectly capable of fighting another cat and catching my own prey, I trained specifically in the study of herbs and healing. I treated illnesses and helped countless cats after battles, when they would run into camp with their wounds exposed to the world, and I have to admit that I did my job quite well.

"But I also shared a special connection with my deceased warrior ancestors, who I mentioned as StarClan. On every half-moon, I would gather with the Medicine Cats of the other five Clans around my own, and we would share tongues with those star-laced beings. Since I am experienced with dreams that reveal prophecies, I thought that perhaps StarClan was going to apologize for the devastation of my Clan. I realized that these dreams are something much deeper and far more sinister than the works of StarClan, though; this is not a prophecy, it is an omen!"

Amberleaf hadn't realized how long she had been rambling until she needed to stop to lick her lips. "Sorry about that, I've been talking for what seems like moons. Anyways, to my point: I believe that I am the healer mentioned in the dream. I couldn't help but notice how intricate your eyes are, so I hoped that perhaps you were the seventh cat, The Blazing Eyes. Though I suppose we won't even know if we're involved until we meet at the Winter Solstice," she concluded.

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[x] Muse: Normal
[x] Tagged: Fire

[darĸнowl]

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loner atm • 24 moons • looks

The younger tortoiseshell sat down slowly when she noticed Amberleaf was about to explain. She forced herself to calm down so she could listen - obviously her new companion knew more about what was going on than her. Her eyes widened as Amberleaf spoke of her old home. From the way she was talking, it sounded like there were many cats living together. Fire hadn't heard of such a thing before, but being a cat who'd lost her family when she was very young, she was intrigued thoroughly. Her dazzling eyes were wide with wonder and bit of confusion but she ate up every one of the brown-and-white she-cat's words. She was also amazed at this medicine cat job. It sounded like a lot of responsibility put on one cat. This whole Starclan thing sounded silly to her, but Fire had an open mind and listened respectfully. It sounded silly to her because it was new and unheard of here.

Fire tipped her head to one side, wondering what on earth Amberleaf was talking about- Ah yes. The blazing eyes. Wait... Her? Not once in all the times she'd received this dream had she ever assumed that cat was to be herself. She didn't even believe it was for real! She shook her head vigorously. "No....No.. no no it couldn't be me. I don't think so. I'm not special. Maybe another cat with blazing eyes..." she mumbled, convincing herself it would be ridiculous for her to be one of the mysteriously chosen cats. She stood up, but stared at the ground for a few moments, silent. Thinking. Then, she made up her mind. "I'm glad I've met you, Amberleaf. If you really are going to this Solstice meeting, I'm coming with you." Half her mouth curled up in a kind, small smile for the first time in ages. She forgot what it was like having... well, any sort of company. Even if it were a stranger. She looked up at the sky, sucking in a refreshing breath, suddenly excited to go to this meeting by that rock she knew of. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad! She looked down, eyes bright now and happy. "My name's Fire, by the way."