{ oak &. stream } {{open rp}}

[Twobit]

[ I believe rockett made the oakclan leader. Weaselstar, just above your bump post. ]

((midou must have missed it earlier before rockett edited their post))

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Whoops! I had posted that before the forum was ready! u vu Alright, great! WE CAN BEGIN NOW!!

CHEERS FOR ALL

[despairz]

[ who's doing the starting post? ]

[Nekko.bat ♥]

{{Oh, hey! I totally forgot about all my roleplays because of all this halloween sthuff happenin' xD}}

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Bump?

[Twobit]

((I will make the starting post since no one else has))

Nettlestream
of Streamclan

rank: deputy
age: 32 moons
tagged: open

The cool, crisp breeze of leaffall cooled the she-cat's pelt, slightly damp from from the moisture of the river that lapped against her paws as she stood by the shore of the small waterfall near their home. The water never bothered her, in fact it shouldn't; given the fact that she strongly believed that she was born and raised in Streamclan. The water was a part of them, and unlike those brutes of Oakclan, they learned how to cope with it instead of turning their hatred to it. The deputy of Streamclan had woken up rather early - the sun was still hiding from behind the trees east of Oakclan which rested opposite of them, staining the purple hazy sky with it's faint orange golden rays that matched Nettlestream's eyes.

With a small and delicate, blue paw, she raised it slightly in the air, dripping a few drops of water from where she stood. The gray-blue she-cat froze in position, but her gaze was calm and focused as she searched for movement in the crystal clear waters. Right there, she told herself, bringing her paw down swiftly unto the surface of the water. A silver scaled fish flinched and found itself tossed into the air, and for a split second it hovered in front of Nettlestream until the deputy lurched forward and snapped at it with her fangs. Now in his jaws, the fish still thrashed about for it's life, but it was all for naught. Her early hunt was done, and Nettlestream padded back to camp with breakfast for her elders.

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Weaselcloud
of Oakclan

rank: warrior
age: 26 moons
tagged: russetpaw, open

Weaselcloud yawned long and quietly as he walked slowly as he crawled out of the warrior's den, his mind buzzing with thoughts. Where should he start? Thinking about what to do today? Where to take Russetpaw? Has Russetpaw woken up yet? How in the world did he wake up this early? The sun was still behind the trees. Weaselcloud began to wonder why the sun favored to rise at their side of the forest instead of Streamclans and started searching in his head if there was a lore about it. His tail swayed side to side as he stared emptily at the trees as he sat down next to the den's entrace, savoring the cool leaffall air. He liked leaffall the most - it wasn't too hot, nor too cold and prey was still out to plump themselves up before leafbare. You get the best things of every season. The tabby warrior turned his large head towards the apprentice's den. The day was just starting and he had begun dreaming already! Weaselcloud heaved a sigh for himself before getting up to pad towards the den where his apprentice slept.

"Russetpaw?" he mewed softly into the small den. Ah, what nostalgia - he once slept here when he was still a tiny tom. It still smells the same too. His warm, yellow eyes gazed at the red and white ball of fur, which would rise and sink softly as the apprentice breathed as she slept. "Wake up, sleepyhead," Weaselcloud mewed again, his voice still gentle as if he was still in his daydreamy state. With a paw, he gingerly nudged at Russetpaw's fluffy back.

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russetpaw.

The air was crisp, and the trees rose high above her head. Oh, how wondrous it was.
The scents were all nice and new to her, but she felt like she'd been there for eons, learning
every slope, every turn and hidden place. The dark ginger she-cat gave a purr at the sight
of a massive squirrel, stomach so large that it hobbled along. She crouched down, fur beginning
to rise with excitement. She was just about to pounce when she felt something hit her. She
twisted her head, staring angrily at the acorn beside her, before another one hit.

"Wah.." Russetpaw murmured, rising her head from her nest, before those sharp eyes focused
on her mentor. Her brow furrowed, and she quickly got that normal look of anger. "Weren't
you ever taught not to wake a cat before the sun hits the tree line?" She snapped, scoffing,
but she turned her head away and yawned, pausing to stand and stretch out from the night
sleep. "Well? What are we going to do today?"

[rockett.]

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W E A S E L S T A R

thirty moons
leader of oakclan
intelligent, energetic, determined
erratic, prideful, fiery
crush: none
tagged: open

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......weaselstar flickered her pale golden eyes open, feeling the soft light of the sun creep into her blurry vision. it took the she-cat a moment to accustom herself, but she was soon awake and alert. with a quick stretch, a yawn, and a groom of her ginger fur, the leader padded out of her den to greet the world. to her surprise, none of the other cats seemed to be awake, however she heard noises from inside the apprentice den. it must get cold in there, weaselstar thought to herself, since there are only a few of them in there. weaselstar was aware her clan was not the largest, but that made it more of a family, rather than a clan, and the she-cat liked it better that way. if the clan got too big, it would mean more mouths to feed, and with leafbare just around the corner, weaselstar didn't need that. it was getting hard enough as it was. seeing as there was not much in the way of activity, the ginger she-cat sat down, licking down some of her messy chest fur.

[Nekko.bat ♥]

|| Lilypool ||
{{Lilypool rolled over in her feather-lined moss nest, sighing at the knowledge that she had to get up eventually. Her warm breath scattered tiny shreds of leaf and stem, the remains of the daisy she'd used yesterday. Daisy, she mentally groaned. Good for aches and bones, but scarce in leaf-bare when the elders and senior warriors need it the most. Heaving herself forward, the delicate blue feline sat up straight, feeling the cool air nip at the tips of her ears and nose. I should find more marigold before it dies out, she thought, stretching a leg to lick its white toes. Perhaps juniper berries as well. I haven't any parsley, but the Clan doesn't have any queens at the moment either. Juniper, yes; parsley, no, she recited in her mind, the thoughts of herbs mixing with the concentration of lapping the moss and leaf scraps out of her fur.



|| Brooksplash ||
{{Brooksplash leaped and thrashed, juggling her footing and an enormous slippery fish in the stream. With a silver paw outstretched, she batted it in the air while balancing on her hind legs. Just as she was about to clamp her jaws around its body, it twisted in midair and the tailfins slapped her muzzle on its way back into the water. Whiskers dripping, she dropped back down onto all fours and hauled herself out of the black stream, the current not bothering her at all. She caught a glimpse of Nettlestream farther up the bank, and despite the cold of the water, her fur prickled. I hope she didn't see that! the young spotted warrior thought. When she was attempting to catch the fish, she was having fun trying out a new technique rather than trying to kill it. She thought of her hunting expeditions as an adventure, an exploration of new opportunities, but the StreamClan deputy might not see it that way.

[Ravendarus]

Ravenpaw // She-cat // Medicine Cat Apprentice // Tagged;; Nettlestream
Ravenpaw stared outside lightly, sighing, she wanted to go outside of camp. Being a medicine cat apprentice she wasn't supposed to be out of camp, no apprentice was, not without a warrior. Her icy blue eyes searched through her collection of herbs and soon found what she had been looking for. A small blackish flower, she sighed, "Smallpaw" She whispered softly. The flower, the dark black petals as black as her raven black fur. Her icy blue eyes pictured a small apprentice, the same size as her, with bright fiery orange eyes that was the opposite of hers. Hers were cold as ice, his warmer then the sun. She sighed a bit, she loved her brother very much, he was always so funny and kind, she was cold and mean to everyone but him. He always made her smile... made her happy.

She threw away the thoughts away as she shook her head, she was frightened of that day, it tore her apart just to think of it, she never told anyone what happened that day, that painful day she had to stare and watch her brother die horribly and slowly. She shuddered upon remembering and forced the thoughts back once more and tried to find something else to think of, she found her eyes lingering back onto the freezing snow below her, she sighed and looked up as Nettlestream headed into the camp. She got up and padded over, "Morning" She said dipping her head quietly.