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[benexo]

[ we're starting! so we'll just begin with regular clan life, and then build up to morgana (leader of the rogues) plans to take down blazeclan c:<
question: should i make a discussion thread? ]

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▷ thirty-five moons . leader . tagged ; open


-----early morning light filtered in through the tangle of brambles that protected the opening of mistystar's den. slowly blinking open two forest green eyes, the she-cat pushed herself up, taking a few minutes to thoroughly stretch out her stiff limbs. another long day awaited.

-----shouldering through her entrance, she strolled outside, relishing the feeling of the cool air. new-leaf was in it's prime, meaning chilly weather and more bountiful prey. thank goodness for that; after a long leaf-bare, blazeclan sorely needed to fill up. fortunately, the hunting had been going smoothly and the fresh-kill pile remained stocked for most of the day.

-----now, mistystar made her way over to said pile, craving a mouse or a thrush. after she padded into the hollow containing the prey, the she-cat selected a mouse from the low fresh-kill pile, making a mental note that she needed to send out hunting patrols soon. settling down with her breakfast at her paws, she lowered her head to take a bite from the creature.

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▷ ten moons . apprentice . tagged ; cloverfoot, fawnpaw


-----ashpaw lay on the forest floor, examining a stream of ants crawling in a steady line. he stayed perfectly still, eyes round and obsessed with the sight in front of him. after getting up long before anyone else, the tom had hopped down from the copse of his camp and found this. oh, the wonders of nature that impressed ashpaw were also keeping him from hunting, like he had planned to do.

-----gingerly standing up, the apprentice shook a few leaves out of his pelt and trotted away, tail waving high in the air. he opened his mouth, trying to scent some prey. soon, ashpaw caught the smell of a wood vole next to a little mountain of stones. lowering his body down for the second time that morning, he crawled forward, watching the movement very carefully. gathering his haunches up underneath himself, ashpaw sprang up...but it was too late. the vole had heard him and scurried away, and instead, the tabby landed on a sharp stone, piercing his pad immediately.

-----"owwww!" yelped the cat, falling backwards. welts of hot blood dripped out of the torn front paw pad. blinking rapidly, ashpaw clenched his teeth in pain, hobbling back onto three legs and starting back in the direction of camp. you stupid, stupid cat, ashpaw thought, scolding himself. through a series of difficult leaps and groans of discomfort, the young cat reached the medicine cat den, breathing heavily. poking his head into the hollow, ashpaw meowed shakily, "cloverfoot? fawnpaw? are you there?"

[susurri]

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his den eating and sleeping med cat apprentice
tags: ashpaw

Fawnpaw woke to light shining into the medicine den, warming his back. He yawned like a tiger, his brown eyes shut tight. He'd like to fall asleep again, but he promised Cloverfoot, his mentor, that he would wake up early. Fawnpaw heard a rumbling coming from his white belly. Looking at himself, his pelt dirty and unkept, he licked it and his black-brown dappled tail. Stomach still growling, Fawnpaw padded out to the fresh-kill pile and picked up a juicy squirrel. Biting into it, he almost wished he had been a warrior, although he knew that the fawn at Cloverfoot's den was his sign. After wolfing down the squirrel he headed back to the medicine den, memorizing the cure for deathberries. Yarrow, yarrow, yarrow. Peering in, Fawnpaw could see that yarrow was running low, and turned around to find a warrior to help protect him. Instead of a warrior, Ashpaw appeared. ❝Yes, Ashpaw?❞ Fawnpaw looked around and saw blood trail from behind him. ❝Oh dear.. Here, let's see..❞ Fawnpaw was younger than Ashpaw, but while searching for cobwebs and dock giggled to himself because he felt very wise compared to his friend. ❝Here, I chewed this dock up. Put it on your scratch and I'll put on the cobwebs.❞

[[ i say yes :3

[eiznek]

@benexo; yes you should!

→ smallmouse
→ 21 moons
→ she-cat

→ crush; no one
→ mate; no one

→ gentle, understanding
→ rank; warrior

→ mood; laid back
→ where; camp
→ with; mistystar

→ tagged; mistystar

warm rays of sunlight crept in through the cracks in the opening of the warrior's den, arousing the small tabby she-cat from her slumber. smallmouse's pale brown eyes fluttered opened, taking in her murky surroundings. bodies of sleeping felines heaved up and down, creating a peaceful atmosphere inside the den. carefully smallmouse rose to her feet and stepped daintily around the snoozing warriors and quickly stepping into the early morning air.
immediately smallmouse processed what she saw before her. cloverfoot and fawnpaw busied themselves with a bleeding ashpaw while mistystar ate her early-morning meal. her eyes hovered over the medicine cats den where ashpaw was, the smell of fresh blood curling into her nostrils and making her stomach lurch. she hated the smell of the blood of her clanmates. poor little ashpaw. taking her mind off of the small apprentice, smallmouse started in the direction of where her leader lay eating her breakfast. the sight of the prey made her stomach growl, but by the looks of the fresh-kill pile, there wasn't enough to feed the whole clan this morning and the scant pickings should be left for the other cats who need it more than her. hopefully mistystar has a hunting patrol in mind.
smallmouse padded over to where mistystar lay, settling herself next to the pretty she-cat. "hello mistystar," she greeted. "lovely morning, don't you say?"

[benexo]

[ here's the discussion thread! viewtopic.php?f=85&t=2144904#p66420085

i'm going out for a few hours, will reply when i can ! ]

[eiznek]

→ smallmouse
→ 21 moons
→ she-cat

→ crush; no one
→ mate; no one

→ gentle, understanding
→ rank; warrior

→ mood; laid back
→ where; camp
→ with; mistystar & bearheart

→ tagged; bearheart

the low voice and purr of bearheart took smallmouse by surprise, for she hadn't seen him sitting there, which is ridiculous considering how big the tom was, especially to her considering her small and dainty figure. she purred softly in response to him, closing her eyes as the sun's warmth seeped into her fur, warming her bones and energizing her, preparing her for the day. the she-cat perked her ears, listening to scuffles of prey in the forest and the whistle of the wind among the trees, ruffling her pelt and chilling her nose. she opened her eyes and looked up at the pale blue sky, its breathtaking essence promising a glorious day, free of storms and troubles. "a glorious day for a good hunt," she commented, half to herself. she was beginning to become rather famished and in need of a nice meal.
the thought of a good hunt pricked at her skin, making her restless and yearning to stretch her legs and feel the soft ground of the forest beneath her paws. yes, she loved the heart of the camp as much as the next cat, but she preferred to be in the woods where there was space to run around and be free. smallmouse preferred hunting over combat. she was rather skilled at hunting, with her small size and fast reflexes. the small she-cat was a good fighter, though her size seemed to always turn into a weakness which frustrates her beyond starclan. though if it came to it, she would absolutely fight till the very last of her limbs were torn off for the sake and goodwill of the clan.
turning her attention back to the two cats infront of her, smallmouse began to groom over her paws absentmindedly, watching the play of emotions on bearheart and mistystar's faces, her tail tip sweeping back and forth.

[benexo]

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▷ thirty-five moons . leader . tagged ; bearheart, smallmouse


-----mistystar was halfway through her small meal when two of her clanmates, smallmouse and bearheart, trotted into the hollow and planted themselves down next to her. mistystar smiled and nodded at the petite she-cat, then at the much bigger tom. "good morning you two," mistystar purred. she enjoyed the company of her warriors very much, and sharing tongues was one of her favorite activities. as leader of blazeclan, she considered it her duty to know what was going on at all times, as well as getting to know each of her clanmates and their sentiments. it was difficult, but mistystar enjoyed the challenge. and although it had been moons since she was appointed leader, mistystar hoped it would help her clan to keep thinking of her as a compassionate and able leader.

-----the she-cat turned her ear towards bearheart as he commented on the low supply of fresh-kill. "indeed. actually, it's good that you two are here. will you sort out two hunting patrols for this morning?" without a deputy, mistystar managed the daily patrols herself. it's time to start thinking about a cat to fill that role, the leader thought. blazeclan's last deputy, dustyclaw, had had an untimely death after being attacked by a fox, but it was time the clan had a new one. mistystar pushed away her thoughts for later, and said to the two warriors, "bring along some apprentices, too."

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▷ ten moons . apprentice . tagged ; fawnpaw


-----when fawnpaw emerged from his den, ashpaw heaved a sigh of relief. his clanmate placed the chewed up dock in front of him, although the smell spiked ashpaw's nose, he obediently put the medicine on his torn pad. the effect was gradual, but eventually the pain started to ebb away. "you're a life safer," meowed ashpaw. "thank you." the apprentice held his paw still, waiting for fawnpaw to wrap it with cobwebs. in the meantime, ashpaw looked around, taking in all the different herbs stored in the medicine cat's den. he always felt in awe of the work the medicine cats did, memorizing herbs and special remedies. he never could have been one himself, but felt immensely grateful for cloverfoot and fawnpaw. ashpaw swiveled his head around back to fawnpaw. "is there anything you need that i can help you with?"

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mood anxious.
location camp.
doing talking.
tags mistystar bearheart smallmouse.
rank warrior.
clan blazeclan.
relationship none.

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a slight yawn threatened to escape ravenfeather's jaws, but he clamped them shut - in fear of waking up some of the other cats in the den. a meek light cast his dark pelt in a new way, instead of being a musty dark grey as it appeared when ungroomed, it shone a jet black. beneath the thick fur, well nurtured, strong muscles rolled in a fluid motion as he prowled out; as silent as an ebony ghost. once out into the hollow, ravenfeather breathed in the sharp cold air that stung at his lungs. the sharp intrusion from the air was a peculiar feeling, but soon soothed as he grew used to it. gradually, his senses came back to life. A whisker twitched, an ear flinched. he threw his head back slightly, green eyes glittered with the gleam of satisfaction. he was out, and free to do as he wished. he let his glimmering eyes close and he unsheated his long claws to cause deep gouges in the sandy ground. ravenfeather's belly clawed at him - like the air had done - until he had swiftly eaten some food. he picked the smallest shrew possible that was slightly damp - but hey, he didn't mind much. as long as the others were happy and fed well. it wasn't like he needed it more than any other cat, he reasoned to himself. done with eating, he trotted over to the where leader and a couple of warriors already sat. dipping his head, he padded up to them. "good morning, mistystar, bearheart, smallmouse." he smiled at them all, "i was wondering if i could go on the next patrol? y'know, with rosepaw?" the tom asked the leader, remembering his apprentice. he guessed that the leader had it sorted, but ravenfeather had found a strong desire to be deputy. he knew that he would try his best, and would volunteer for every patrol, if it mean't he could become the deputy. "i could always lead one, if no other cat wants to." he chuckled slightly, knowing he had a lot of competition. ah well. i'm still young he told himself.

[reichenbach falls]

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→she-cat →26 moons →tags;; pretty much everyone

Pale green eyes blinked open as drifts of sunlight penetrated the comforting darkness of eyelids. Without getting up, Dapplefur unfurled her body, and stretched her legs out until they trembled. At the same time, she yawned an enormous yawn. She climbed shakily to her feet and stretched her legs again. Stepping out into the bright light and chilly wind, Dapplefur wanted very much to return to her warm nest. But seeing all the cats that were up, she was already late to awaken. She walked over to a group of cats over by her leader. On the way there, her eyes caught on the fresh-kill pile. But it was so scarce of prey, she ignored it. Upon reaching the group, she smiled at everyone. "Good morning everyone. I couldn't help but overhear that patrols were being sent out. I'd love to go out," she meowed. Her eyes glittered in the sunlight as she tilted her head up to gaze at the beautiful sky. She opened her maw to taste the air, and wonderful forest scents filled it. Dapplefur's tail twitched with energy, as she waited to be appointed onto a patrol.

[susurri]

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⇢ location forest ⇢ doing gathering herbs ⇢ rank med cat app ⇢ age 7 moons ⇢ crush -- ⇢ tags ashpaw

Fawnpaw's ears pricked at Ashpaw's offer of help. He turned to get a closer look at the mdeicine stocks that reeked in his nostrils, nearly choking him. He spun around once more and spoke to Ashpaw. Yes, actually, I could use some help. Do you see this white, long plant? That's called yarrow, Fawnpaw said pointing his tail at it. It will make you vomit if you, for example, ate deathberries. Follow me. He padded to the exit of camp, letting Ashpaw follow. Loudly, Fawnpaw said, It's mostly in rocks, I think, so check there. Just follow me. Fawnpaw walked for only a small time before finding a large rock which he turned over and dug out some yarrow. Be careful not to chew it, or else you'll vomit, he said with a mouthful of the herb.

[[ sorry for the different format, the other one didn't work as well :p

[benexo]

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▷ thirty-five moons . leader . tagged ; bearheart, smallmouse, ravenfeather, dapplefur, rosepaw, northblaze


-----the hollow began filling up, what with the arrival of ravenfeather and dapplefur. mistystar greeted both of them, then listened quietly as they spoke about patrols. the she-cat smiled gratefully at all of their enthusiasm. "thank you both for your offers. i just told bearheart and smallmouse to begin sorting out two hunting patrols, so dapplefur, why don't you join them?"

-----mistystar turned to ravenfeather, the jet black tom. "rosepaw's about halfway through her apprenticeship, is she not? perhaps a training assessment is in order." a sudden thought came to mind, and mistystar added, "in fact, it's time patchpaw had her final assessment as well. would you find northblaze and speak to him about testing your apprentices?" mistystar felt satisfied, having figured out the morning's action plan, and purred softly to herself. good work, you.

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▷ ten moons . apprentice . tagged ; fawnpaw


-----the young warrior-to-be listened attentively as fawnpaw gave him instructions about collecting yarrow as they padded out of camp together. he watched the medicine cat apprentice scavenge out yarrow from underneath a rock, making a mental note about fawnpaw's procedure. ashpaw nodded firmly at his clanmate's warning, then trotted some ways away with his mouth open, trying to catch a whiff of the pungent herb. eventually, he recognized the distinct smell and followed it until he found a patch of the white plants clustered beside a mossy rock. ashpaw scrunched up his nose, then gathered the herbs together exactly as he had seen fawnpaw do. when his jaws were full with the yarrow, the apprentice padded back to his friend and dropped the bundle at his paws. "is that enough?"