the cats of skyclan | open & accepting

[sparrow.]

[i'm fine with robinchest being icepaw's mentor, so long as button is too c: @ button. & doctorcatpaws x

[despairz]

[ anyone open? everyone in owlstar's group disappeared. ]

[Tremayne]

// ignore

[wolfie.]

- sorry I haven't replied in a few days. I went out of town for the weekend and did not have any time to reply. I'll get to work on posting as soon as I finish my homework and chores. ;3

[duckteeth]

[robinchest is basically open for talking to, if anyone is in owlstar's patrol]

[sparrow.]

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sɴowвιrd
вυт ѕιɴce тнe dαy тнe ѕυɴѕнιɴe leғт,
ιт leғт ιт'ѕ мαrĸ oɴ вoтн нer wrιѕтѕ
mood; nervous located; in camp ranked; warrior
tagged; tags here apprentice; none


ｃｒｕｓｈ- none yet.

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Snowbird sat up in her nest in the warrior's den, sleepy golden orbs observing the scenery around her. There was no one to be seen and the pretty calico sighed, wondering why she hadn't woken up to the sounds of her clan-mates rising. Then again, she'd gone on a late night hunting patrol, though they hadn't caught much. Swiveling her head to the entrance of the warrior's den, she sniffed lightly, wondering who all was in camp. As far as she could tell, there were still some warriors and apprentices in the clearing, though the scents might have been from the cat's about to or all ready headed out on a patrol.

The small she-cat sighed once more before stretching her tired muscles, figuring she should probably go see if anyone needed anything. Padding out of the warrior den, the she-cat glanced up at the grey sky, shivering lightly, even with her oncoming winter pelt. As she scrutinized the sky, she wondered how many moons they had until leaf-bare hit them, full-force. Out of all the seasons, leaf-bare was her least favorite. It reminded her of a time when she was a kit; she didn't remember much about it, except for being so bitterly cold as a cat with golden eyes much like her own carried her. Pushing the thoughts of the oncoming cold weather and scarce prey away, Snowbird glanced around camp wondering if she could actually be of assistance today. Maybe later she'd catch a patrol, but as of now she could scent that one had just recently left.
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ғoxвrαмвle
ѕopнιѕтιcαтed мood ѕwιɴɢѕ,
мαɴιpυlαтed dαy dreαмѕ.
mood; nervous located; in camp ranked; warrior
tagged; tags here apprentice; none


ｃｒｕｓｈ- none yet.

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Foxbramble stretched his claws against the tree trunk, raking them down it hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to tear out his claws. The large maine coon's ears flicked as he glanced up the great oak tree's branches, seeing nothing but dying leaves and a grey sky beyond that. Letting out a short little breath, the bright furred tom dug his claws into the bark once more before scaling the large oak. He wasn't sure of his own intent; there was obviously no prey to be found here, but it felt nice to stretch his claws and just stop thinking for a moment. His long tail trailed out behind him as he used the branches to assist his ascent. When he was near the top, he found a sturdy branch and planted himself on it, glancing down as he dug his claws into the bark.

Tail-tip flicking, the tom closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander. The first thing they seemed to be directed at though, was his father. The dark tom had died awhile ago, but Foxbramble was convinced there was something he wasn't telling him. He'd noticed through out his life that his father had a soft-spot for their clan-mate Snowbird, and when the elderly tom had passed away...Foxbramble was quite sure the black tom's golden eyes that he'd inherited were also the exact same shade as Snowbird's. It wouldn't surprise the tom if his father had cheated on his mother. He had been a handsome tom in his day. But try as he might, Foxbramble couldn't imagine that his father had been with Berryfoot. Plus, her kit's had died and then a few days later Snowbird had mysteriously showed up. And after that, Darkripple had visited the nursery more and more.

Though he had entertained the idea that his father had had relations with a rouge, he couldn't be positive. Snowbird may be his father's daughter, and his half sister and a warrior, but she certainly wasn't a full-blooded warrior, as far as the scarlet tabby tom could tell. Ears flicking, Foxbramble let out a soft sigh. He figured he shouldn't tell Snowbird. It was probably for the better if she was oblivious to her assumed heritage. He could be completely wrong, and that would just cause more problems. As the tom began his descent down the tree, he let himself decide it would probably be for the best if he didn't say anything.
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ιcepαw
ѕтαy αwαy, ѕweeт мιѕery
mood; apprehensive located; in camp ranked; apprentice
tagged; tags here mentor; undecided


ｃｒｕｓｈ- possibly...

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'Fight!' the large white tom commanded, his ice blue eyes cold with indifference and hatred. Fear snaked through the young tom as he glanced over his opponent. She was small, but he'd seen her fight the other cat's their age before, and she was a force to be reckoned with. Before he could turn to his father and ask what the point of this was; how killing one of them could strengthen their...group, the tiny tabby lunged, her claws raking across his side. He yowled in pain before twisting and tearing at her tail with his claws. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his father had sat down and was watching them impassively, tail tip twitching. She was turning to lunge at him again, when suddenly the scene shifted and the she-cat was gone replaced with a snarling, bloodied white tom, whose blood-stained teeth where bared at him in anger. 'You can run, but you can't hide, Icepaw. I will find you, and when I do, I will kill all those who have sheltered you before I drag your pathetic runt of a self back. I'm coming for you.'

Icepaw shot up out of his nest as the dream shattered around him. His blue and golden gaze was wide as he tried to regain full-consciousness. He forced the terror in his mind away, knowing it would return later when he fell back asleep, but hoping to prevent it until then. Shaking out his scar-ridden fur, the young tom glanced around the empty apprentice den. He sighed in relief, glad to know that no one had seen him probably twitching and calling out in his sleep. On several occasions, he'd woken up to the worried eyes of the medicine cat because his nightmares had woken the other apprentices. Try as he might, he couldn't rid himself of the images ingrained in his mind. Giving himself one last shake to try and shake away the lingering darkness of the nightmare, the handsome tom slipped out of the den, raising his nose to the air as he did so to see who was around camp.


[all my cat's are open and anyone is welcome to approach them. cx sorry about foxbramble's post, it's long and kind of him just thinking, so yeah... anywho, i hope this is an acceptable first post! >.<]
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[despairz]

[ i, sadly, have all charries open c: ]

[sparrow.]

[then you're completely welcome to approach any of my charries! @ mistletoe.]

[despairz]

[ what are all of your charries doing? [ too lazy to read your posts.. ] ]

[sparrow.]

[haha, that's fine cx snowbird just woke up and is in camp, foxbramble is wandering about in the forest and icepaw just woke up from a nightmare and just walked out of the apprentice den. c: @ mistletoe.]