long live the king ♜ warriors . open

[V for Kiyoshi]

pppppｌｏｎｅｆｅａｔｈｅｒxxxxxxxxxscarclan - she-cat - medicine cat - tag: honeydawn.xxxxxxxxxxxx

Noticing the she-cat crawl from her den, Lonefeather gave her a flick of the tail and purred softly for a second as a greeting. "Hello, Honeydawn." The medicine cat noted all the scars, scratches, and her golden eyes and almost purred in admiration. Then she glanced at the she-cats swollen belly and back up at her face. "You seem to be coming along fairly well. How much longer does the clan have before they hear the mews of kits?" She cursed herself for having to ask that question. She should have remembered. It couldn't be that long, though, judging by the size of her stomach. "If you need anything afterwards, don't hesitate to pop your head in." Her mother had told her how painful it was delivering kits, and told her if she ever had something come along, to chew on sticks to distract from the pain, although it wouldn't do much. There wasn't much the medicine cat could do to help during the kitting, only in the aid afterwards.

[despairz]

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{ warrior } - { she-cat } - { thirty moons } - { tags :: briarstar, lonefeather } - { apprentice :: none }

Honeydawn smiles, "Hmm.. I thought about a moon, a moon and a half at the most." She murmurs, shrugging. "I can't wait, but it'll be hard for them to grow up without a father. It won't be good for them..." She sighs, looking at her paws. "But I just hope they don't inherit my being blind. I don't think they'll enjoy it, and cherish they are even alive, as I do." She nods, knowing what she had said might sound stupid to the medicine cat and leader, but it was true. She looks down at her multicolored belly, flicking her eyes back up to the medicine cat, smiling as she blinks at her. Honeydawn always seemed happy, whether she was sad or really happy.

[obeisant]

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[ tom ] [ 32 moons ] [ scarclan ]
rank ;; leader
crush ;; none
tags ;; honeydawn, lonefeather, crowtalon
apprentice ;; none

It was not long after the tom sat down that he found himself being surrounded by two cats, Honeydawn and Lonefeather to be specific. As he would have expected the first question was, 'how did you sleep?' Sleep had been a joke the previous night, he had tossed and turned, throwing moss and dirt everywhere. He woke up every few minutes at the least, glaring up at the moon's beams as they shined down. But Briarstar did not like to share personal information, especially not that about how he slept. About the restless nights. Instead he settled for something much more brief, "Fine." He sat idly for a moment, listening to the two cats converse about Honeydawn's nearing birth, of which he had no interest. At least not until the kits grew to be apprentices. Standing he took his departure, heading towards Crowtalon to recruit the cat for a quick patrol, as he reached he remained about a fox length away. "Crowtalon, I need you to find someone else. Go to the borders and make sure Arrowclan is keeping their distance, understood?" He demanded.

[l i o n.]

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‡ C R O W T A L O N.
{tom} {21 moons} {blindly loyal}
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Scarclan
Relationship:n/a
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Crowtalon glanced upwards, hearing a familiar voice calling out to him, giving him orders. The tall tom lifted his smoldering amber gaze to meet Briarstar's, pausing a moment before he nodded. "Of course." he murmured, his voice husky. The warrior turned briskly, heading back towards the warriors' den and the sleeping cats that lay hidden within. The young tom was glad to have a leader so like himself. One that didn't care for formalities and small talk. He never wasted his breath on useless chatter. He was simply strong and assertive. everything Crowtalon wanted to be. Plain and simple, Briarstar seemed to be an idle of sorts. Crowtalon caught himself, forcing his mind to focus on the present, on the tasks that were put forth for him to achieve. The lithe, black tom slipped into the warm den and turned around, eyeing about for any candidates. He grinned, spotting the sleeping form of Sagewing. "Rise and shine princess." he practically purred to the she-cat. "We have border patrol."

[foxflight,]

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age; 31 moons
gender; tom
rank; deputy
apprentice; none
status; single
tagged; crowtalon, sagewing,
briarstar, honeydawn, lonefeather

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Bramblefrost was awoken from his deep slumber as he heard the talking of a familiar tom-cat. His ears flattened against his skull and his lip pulled up as he bared his teeth. The brown and white tabby tom raised his head off his paws and turned his attention to the black warrior who stood over Sagewing, trying to wake her. "Some cats like to enjoy their sleep, Crowtalon." He grumbled as he sat back on his haunches. But at the mention of a patrol Bramblefrost couldn't hep but growl in amusement. "A patrol heh? Try sink your claws into an ArrowClan cat for me, would ya?" He chuckled dryly as he stretched, his unsheathed claws digging into his moss nest. Bramblefrost hissed as he stretched, feeling his recently healed wound sting. The scar along his right side had been earned during a quarrel with a ArrowClan cat. Bramblefrost had won the little battle, but hadn't escaped without any wounds. This new scar was one of many, he had another one along the bridge of his muzzle and another one along his left hind leg. He wore his scars with pride, just as many other warriors within the clan did. The tabby straightened up and without another word he slinked out of the den, ducking his head underneath the roof of the den.

Bramblefrost's green eyes narrowed into slits at the sudden bright light, but quickly his eyes adjusted and he moved forward; spotting Briarstar with Honeydawn and Lonefeather. With a snigger the tom padded up to join the three, nodding his head to Briarstar. "Ladies, I'm sure you both have better things to do rather than linger around camp. Briarstar is a very busy tom and doesn't need any distractions." He meowed, noticing Briarstar wasn't particularly interested in sharing how his sleep was or listening to Honeydawn ramble on about her kits. "Honeydawn, shouldn't you be resting. I heard that it isn't safe for a heavily pregnant queen like yourself to be wandering about." He added, shooting Honeydawn and pointed look. After addressing both she-cats he turned his attention back to Briarstar, "as Crowtalon is going on a border patrol with Sagewing, would you like me to take out another cat and go hunting?" The deputy asked, raising his chin slightly as he prepared himself for any snappish comments from either of the she-cats standing next to him.

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ooc; I have no muse to write a post for wolfstorm, i'll probably post for her in my next post. maybe.

[[ chemical reaction]

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A small murmur escaped the she-cat's maw as she rolled over, stretching at the two tom's voices. Recognizing Bramblefrost's, she opened an eye. “Don't be surprised, Crowtalon. I like to sleep late.” smiling, she stood, stretching her tired muscles again. The short she-cat yawned and licked her chest, then finally shook her bodice to her tail. “Patrol, huh? Alright, let's go put those Arrowclanners back in line.” there was a hint of pride in her voice, and more so in determination. Beginning to walk away from Crowtalon, she whisked her tail. “C'mon, let's go.”
As she passed through the camp, she nodded towards Briarstar, smiling. She had to make sure she impressed him with her performance - though, it was patrol, and not much could be done. Glancing at the fresh-kill pile, she hoped someone would go hunting, but stepped out of camp. “I can check the borders if you fix them. Fine with you?”

name. sagewing
gender. she-cat
clan. scarclan
age. 24 moons
crush. bramblefrost[
tagged. crowtalon, bramblefrost, briarstar

[V for Kiyoshi]

pppppｌｏｎｅｆｅａｔｈｅｒxxxxxxxxxscarclan - she-cat - medicine cat - tag: honeydawn, bramblefrost.xx

Nodding to the other she-cat, she listened closely. "I'm sure they will. The clan will do good training them, the responsibility of parent-hood falls to the whole clan, as you should know. Not that I mean your job isn't the moat important." When the tom finally spoke, Lonefeathers eyes narrowed slightly. She always knew when Briarstar was lying, but she didn't dare say so. Nodding to him, she accepted his answer. Not too soon later, she heard the footsteps of another tom cross towards them. She looked at him calmly through her moss colored eyes and nodded at the end of his sentence. "Yes, I suppose you're right." Standing up, she took a few steps towards her den and glanced back. "If you need anything, Honeydawn, you know where I am. Same to you, Briarstar, or Bramblefrost. Those scratches look deep." With that, she padded across the camp and disappeared into the forest. She didn't usually ask to leave for herbs or food, though she should probably start. It was a bad habit.

[l i o n.]

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‡ C R O W T A L O N.
{tom} {21 moons} {blindly loyal}
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Scarclan
Relationship:n/a
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Crowtalon lifted his amber gaze, unfazed by Brablefrost's less than warm greeting. "Good morning to you too." he returned the greeting on the verge of sarcasm. The young warrior turned his attention back to Sagewing, his ears swiveling as the deputy parted his jaws again to speak. A small smile crept across his lips and he nodded without a glance backwards. "I'll make sure it's two." he called over his shoulder, relieved as the she-cat finally woke from her slumber. "I know. Well actually, I don't because I barley sleep. But Briarstar wanted a patrol and I saw you as the most fit to join me." Crowtalon shrugged, slipping out of the den as he allowed his legs to stretch and warm up again. His sleek, black pelt glistened in the dappled sunlight and he almost purred at its warmth. But he didn't. The tom allowed himself one more moment's pause before he nodded and trotted after the she-cat, his companion on this border patrol. "Fine by me." he agreed mildly, following her through the entrance and out into the forest. "Which way do you prefer to go?" he asked, gesturing either left or right.

[obeisant]

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[ tom ] [ 32 moons ] [ scarclan ]
rank ;; leader
crush ;; none
tags ;; bramblefrost
apprentice ;; none

He watched carefully as Crowtalon stood and headed to the warrior's den, offering only an intrusive awakening. It didn't bother Briarstar as even he thought that the entire clan should already be up and moving about, taking care of the morning's duties. He watched as first Bramblefrost and then Sagewing emerged, going their separate ways. As the deputy approached Briarstar returned his silent greeting, something he only ever did with Bramblefrost. Despite being cold towards the rest of the clan he held a bit of.. thawed emotion towards Bramblefrost. The cat had been loyal from the start, had left a clan where he was a warrior to follow a naive cat bound to vengeance. Bramblefrost, in a way, was the only cat Briarstar considered a friend. "We'll go," he responded to Bramblefrost's inquiry about a hunting party. Of course Briarstar had no interest in hunting, he had interest in checking out Arrowclan's territory, keeping a watch on them. It was typical of him though he rarely took others along. It was brief, he crossed through the small brook to get there, coated himself in water to avoid smells as much as possible. It was nothing special. Turning the tom headed South, as if planning to hunt.

[despairz]

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{ warrior } - { she-cat } - { thirty moons } - { tags :: briarstar, lonefeather } - { apprentice :: none }

Honeydawn look at Bramblefrost, her eyes narrowed. "Briarstar should be glad to listen. These kits are part of his clan and will be apprenticed by his paws. he should at least get an idea of their attitudes to see who their mentor may be." She snaps at the deputy, not caring his rank. She was usually calm, but when it came to some one not caring about her kits, she got a little angry. The deputy treated her like she was nothing- like she was a mouse. "And just because I'm not anything special like the leader or medicine cat-" She purposely didn't say deputy to make him mad, but continued, "-doesn't mean I'm not as much a part of this clan as Briarstar and Lonefeather. I deserve as much respect as you!" She snarls, and pads away, her tail lashing back and forth. He wouldn't dare fight with a queen, much less try and hurt her. She slinks into her den, and curls around her belly in a protective manner.