v.2 after rain: warrior cat rp: open

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x thirty moons | deputy | male
xxxxxｗｈｅｒｅ camp
xxxxxｗｉｔｈ mintpaw;
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xxxxxｗｈａｔ talking;
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xxxSpringing out under the shower of drizzling rain, he zigzagged through until a bulky oak welcomed him for shelter. Drenched down to the tip of his tail, his thick coat slumped heavily as to where it slightly dragged behind. Bitterfrost shook away the excess water soaked up in his fur, throwing droplets within his radius, in order for a much less clammy pelt. The tom's shaky limbs quivered briefly as the bouncing rain still hit at him. The silence with himself persistently survived, up until he acknowledged another presence tagged alongside him, a juvenile apprentice.

The feline's blue-green eyed gaze wandered down upon the diminutive tabby with the ebony pelt of coffee beans and cream. It was Mintpaw, the medicine cat apprentice of Rainclan. Her curiosity was consisting of her mentor's whereabouts, Goldweb. Instantaneously, his memory of the medicine cat struck him. The she-cat as well was a tabby with lustrous gold orbs, they reminded him of fresh honey. It was a propensity for Goldweb to get up on her paws earlier than most for he never found her in camp by dawn, not once. "I haven't seen her yet, but we both know she normally gets up before the rest of us, so she might be in the woods, perhaps she's gone out to collect herbs to restock. But you shouldn't go looking for her alone, she'll be back in camp soon, don't worry."

The tom's eyes soon met his leader's drooping green orbs which seemed to luminously glisten through her restless exhaustion. All her energy was drained dry, he couldn't blame her though, it was daybreak and an immense rainfall was pouring down. He took note of the straightforward instructions and in agreement, he nodded his head as her words released briskly. "Yes Cinderstar, I'll set out the dawn and hunting patrols right away. As do I, I'm starting to think that the apprentices are quickly coming to the age for their testing to occur. When perhaps do you think the testing should start?" He soothingly meowed, watching her as he forbearingly waited for some feedback from the leader of Rainclan.



oc @nean & luminescent sorry for not replying earlier, I've been pretty busy lately.

[Benathorn]

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||Ruler of Red's Rogues||Age- 42 Moons|| ||Crush- "..."|| ||Gender- Tom||Tags: Goldweb

The dark tabby rogue watched with a steady gaze as the Rainclan cat began to relax at the space which he gave her. He knew it was pointless to agitate since it would only cause tensions to rise and make conversation near impossible. The rogue ruler only simply wanted to examine and question, after all, this was the first clan cat he had spoken to, and from her gaze he could gleam she was one more apt for actually listening rather then attacking without thought. That much he had certainly gathered as he watched light golden tabby fur bristle as his words affected her and a part of him was rather pleased at the fact that she seemed to actually think and put two-and-two together, 'She knows now I have been here for a while. Something that should be alarming yet must be embarrassing at the same time. I suppose now comes the accusations; of how rogues don't belong here or of how we have probably been stealing prey and trespassing...' Of course they had actually not done any of that just yet due to his strict orders. It was what he expected to hear, but instead the tom was a bit thrown off by a completely different question which left the cream furred female's mouth.

"Who are you?" Her voice was angry and scared but firm, and it wasn't a yell or accusation, but a question with an answer she feared. "I'll explain why I gather herbs if you tell me why you seem to know so much about Rainclan,"

Red paused from his examining side glance, now turning his large head fully on that of the smaller she-cat sitting before him. Ears pricked forward ever so slightly at the subtle edge of fear that laced her tone, but that was dwarfed by how firmly she stated each word while her stern golden gaze kept locked with his own. For a moment each feline stared across the border at the other, the rain now becoming that of a fading drizzle while the last of the lingering mists danced across their paws. Sharp amber eyes narrowed slightly in thought before the tom finally broke the silence, "I am called Red." The rogue spoke plainly as his voice rumbled softly to the other, "And my rogues and I have been watching you all for nearly three full moons now." Red decided to let his blunt revelation set in some as he kept a firm glance on the clan cat a few tail lengths before him. He was still confused as to why she had bothered with asking such a thing. Why would a clan cat care for the name of rogues they distrusted and felt threatened by? Was she simply buying time? Or perhaps the female just truly wanted to know; whatever the case he did not feel the need to go into more details about himself and the other rogues besides what he stated for now.

This she-cat was obviously an individual with a sharp mind and he had no doubt of the fears which were spreading through her own thoughts at that moment at him admitting there were more than just himself in these woods. However, Red had nothing to hide, and he hoped his truthful statement helped reveal to the other that if he had wanted to attack them he would have done so by now. The dark tabby tom then gave her a small polite nod, whiskers quivering slightly, "And what of you? What is your name?" As if his previous statement had not bothered a thing, the rogue ruler spoke with a genuine questioning tone to his deep voice. A part of him was fascinated that this cat before him acted so differently from the others of her clan. Where he expected accusations and aggression, there were only questions, and Red knew this game very well. To fight with words was a far more calculative strategy then that of claws, he was a bit surprised that this clan cat decided to do so, but found himself admiring her tactful behavior. The two had barely said but a few words to the other, yet, already Red felt as if they were saying a hundred more with just their stares alone. To which, he obliged, as the dark tabby rogue awaited for her reply-- their game of minds not over just yet and she still owing him an answer to his previous question now that he had replied truthfully to her own.

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gender tom l male
age twelve moons
rank rouge
clan red's rouges

fur light gray and white with faint
stripes of black, sleek and silky like
velvet
eyes light brown and pale amber
build slender, slightly muscled
ears medium, tufted
height average
scars hidden under his fur is a scar
by his ribs from an animal scatch

+ traits sense of integrity, soft-hearted
- traits impulsive, doubtful, gets overly
attached
skills agile, stealthy, clever, swift
fears losing the little family he has;
slightly, rivers

kin parents - rowan and dalila - dead and alive
siblings - lyonel - alive
past relationships lyonel - best friend & brother
current relationships lyonel - best friend & brother

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life on the farm was bountiful, trouble-free, and just plain magnificent. yet, in the woods, there were no squeaky or feathery toys, no pillowed beds with cushion, and no bacon-flavored kibble. so how come he ended up out here?
looking down upon them, caring and protecting, was dalila, a delicate and kindhearted mother, with a frosty pelt of smokey white and two-toned eyes, one a luminous blue another a pale yellow. the two kits, lyonel and scorch, were the highlights of her kittypet life, they held an invincible bond, especially scorch. she was there to solve the brothers' mini fights and make them love again. she was there to bring them up when they were down. and she was there to love and devote her lifetime towards them when no one else would. it wasn't just a bond they shared, it was also invincible love.
but where was there father, to complete the perfect family picture?
rowan was a rouge cat living the wild life a kittypet would never imagine of living. the tom was a broad-shouldered, muscle-packed tabby of ashy gray fur matched with faintly visible black stripes and eyes like scorch's, a mixture of hazel brown with a pale amber. he was apart of a rouge group, differing greatly from a clan, yet the boys were amazed by his dangerous ways of living. every so often, rowan came along the farm, checking on things, horsing around with endless laughs, and being a united family again. this was a time the kits cherished the most for his fatherly and fun role at home wasn't filled permanently, these visits were short and they never occurred more than once a week. it left them heartbroken and missing him more when he left, yet they never knew the feeling would stay within them after their sudden actions.
they left. they just abandoned their precious lives and dear mother and fled to their father and his rouge group, of course, only because rowan offered them to join one visit. they followed rowan and the others into the forest and tagged along in rowan's rouge life. it was merely days after when their hearts were wrecked again, although it affected scorch much more. this time, it was for their mother. she was, and would be, the only she-cat they would adore the most and yet they just ditched her, crying a mile long river with a heart in a million pieces! with the days followed, their devastation was knocked down lower.
they were out in the forest, when the group stopped to rest for some minutes. rowan stated he was going down by the river for a drink, behind, he was followed by the two brothers. their father, just mere inches from lapping up the water, was bent down closely to the river, and was still inching closer to the edge and to his unexpected death. seconds later, rowan was knocked into the rushing river and swept away to his death, and it all flashed by in the eyes of lyonel and scorch.
and this, is scorch's story to this day.

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as a stranger, he's sensitive, reclusive, doubtful, impulsive, and sharp tongued & witted.
according to scorch, the world is polluted with judgmental people expecting too high of others. because of this, he pushes himself past the limit trying to impress and be liked by everyone that it stresses his juvenile mind beyond extremity. he's highly cautious of others and feels vulnerable around them. hence why the tom is doubtful of himself, so he works hard to go beyond other's expectations. he's very sensitive about opinions of him and can't seem to deal with harsh behavior towards him that greatly getting emotionally harmed easily, but one usual way is with a sharp tongue and wit. he gets feisty relatively quick with attitude, sarcasm, and a smart mouth. because of his strange paranoia, he lives a reclusive life and is distant from everyone, reserved in his own space. being set alone by himself, he's rather impulsive, having a tendency to act on sudden urges. its a rare sight to see scorch trust someone easily, for he has trust issues, but when the time rolls by, he gets overly-attached, which isn't all that good.
as a friend, he's inquisitive, adventurous, sense of integrity, soft-hearted, and obedient.
under his distant and low self-esteem character, is a soft-hearted tom with a sense of integrity. his heart is shining gold with his compassion and affection. he's good all around, with strong moral uprightness and honesty and sees the truth more easily than others do. he's a great pal with adventurous and inquisitive qualities. scorch is willing to take risks and eager to learn new territory, methods, ideas, or experiences. with a wild curiosity he'll explore himself to find out interesting discoveries. last of all, he's very well obedient and complies orders or requests.

[Liliette]

I can have Diesel run into Littlefoot agian, bagelbitts.
that leaves Silentscream open.
ill make my post later))

[~Arerona~]

Lone Rogue

Somewhere on the Rainclan border Tag~ Clover

Shadowcreek thought he heard something under Clover's breath but he didn't press it any farther. He looked around and as he did a shiver ran down his back, "I think I saw a fox den last night closer into the clan territory, not sure if it was empty or not though... " he shrugged, he had been raining when he saw it and any smell from it was watered down so the den could still had foxes or it could be empty he really didn't know. He looked up at the sky, it was gloomy and there was no signs of the rain stopping any time soon, he let out a sigh. "When will this rain stop?" he wondered to himself. "I'm not aware of any two-leg places around here, but I haven't been around long enough to do much exploring."

[benexo]

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▷ ten moons . apprentice . tagged ; moonflower, wisppaw, bitterfrost, mintpaw, cinderstar


-----"good morning, moonflower," the tom meowed after his mentor's jaws shut after a huge yawn. he briefly wondered what she might have been up to that morning that left her so visibly tired, but left the case once wisppaw starting talking. ashpaw nodded at her agreement, then turned to moonflower to get her opinion. "what did you have in mind for me today? would it be alright if we joined the other apprentices?" either way, ashpaw would be fine with moonflower's decision. training was training, and he took every moment of it seriously. ashpaw was always eager to learn, and he looked forward to whatever it was his mentor was planning.

-----rain began to fall, and ashpaw flattened his ears in irritation. he hated rain, even more so when it occurred during his warrior training. he flicked his whiskers, making the raindrops caught on them fly away. he noticed a soaked bitterfrost trot into camp and go over to chat with cinderstar and mintpaw. the tom smiled a little, noticing mintpaw's shyness around their clan's leader. having known mintpaw his entire life, ashpaw knew how nervous she could get in certain situations. he always told her there was nothing to fret about, but she was quite the worry-wart. the apprentice turned his thoughts back to his company and waited for moonflower's reply, shaking his pelt every now and then to dislodge the raindrops.

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Hearing small paw steps approaching, Cinderstar, twisted around with a smile towards Mintpaw. "Good morning to you too!" She purred warmly, shuffling a bit from her position as to not make the medicine cat apprentice feel left out. "Wisppaw's ceremony is to happen tomorrow," She decided. 12 moons was originally the time when apprentices would graduate to warriors, but the warrior code has... warped, making kits apprentices at just 4 moons old, which, in turn, gave cats extra time to train. "Maybe 10 moons isn't that early," The leader murmered the last part to herself, aqua pools fixated on her paws. That one a certain habit she had when thinking. Blinking out of her daze, she looked up again at Bitterfrost. "I'll give the other apprentice's a few more days to train. And don't forget about the patrols," With that, the she-cat got up and leaped from ledge to ledge all the way to the freshkill pile, fastened a thrush in her jaws and dropped down into the shelter of her den to tuck in.

(( @ beryl & swag cow: Crickethop is down on the warrior ledge under a tree so if you want, Redstrike and Foxfury could approach him and mention how the apprentices wanted to go training or something? c: ))

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Ｃｌｏｖｅｒ furrowed her brows."Better not take chances. I would have suggested a rabbit hole, but you're probably too big for one and they probably might flood, " she cocked her head slightly. We could take refuge in my den... she thought, thinking of the small, old fox den nestled under the roots of a willow that sat on a small hill that a narrow, shallow stream ran around. Better not take chances. she shook more cold rain from her fur. "Perhaps we could find a small overhang?" she suggested quietly. She sunk her claws through wet leaves and into the mud. She liked the soft, mushy feeling. It made for good camouflage when treading along side the rockfaces or in twoleg place where they used light or red stone to make durables walls for their nests. She remembered the times when walking in twoleg place when she was a little younger.

[~Arerona~]

Lone Rogue

Somewhere on the Rainclan border Tag~ Clover

"Yeah, you're right, I've tried to fit in a rabbit hole once it didn't turn out so good..." Shadowcreek chuckled as he looked around trying to look for some shelter as a drop of water dropped on his pelt. "I think there was an overhang I passed on my way into this area last night." he said as he motioned back the way he had came earlier. He was pretty sure he saw an overhang near some rocks, it should be big enough for two cats but it was just a glance in that direction. As another droplet fell on his fur, he shook, although it was pointless it was a reflex.

[Liliette]

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The fragile grey and white she-cat was barely waking up from her slumber, stretching a bit and letting out a yawn that sounded more like a squeak of a tiny mouse that had just gotten squished to death. Sighing, she then slowly stood up and sat down, and lifted up her right paw to connect with her soft pink tongue. And started to clean herself. Some of the moss and leaves had latched onto her pelt, and it irritated her. It always did. Silentscream really wasn't the one to care most about her appearance, but things latching into her just gets on her nerves, so it's best to clean herself off. Her ears perked up as she heard a distant thunder of the rain clouds ahead, now seeing that it was actually raining the whole time. She liked the rain as it fell from the sky and down to earth. The wind then would carry the rain along to whatever direction it blew, It was like the rain was performing some type of dance. Silentscream blinked, and snapped out of her thoughts, and looked around the camp. Cats were already awake besides maybe a few in the den behind her. Where is Foxfury? He should be awake by now. she wondered about her brother, since he should be out with his apprentice. With a flick of her tail, she slowly padded out of the den and to the fresh kill pile.