◊ moorclan. ⇢ open, accepting

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H E A T H E R F A C E
female
crush: cedarfoot
warrior
31 moons
tags: open
mood: pleasedxxx

Rays from the morning sun peeked inn through the opening of the den, making the molly's already orange fur even brighter. A slight purr rumbled in her throat as she rolled over, one blue eye opening to look out to see the sun welcoming her to this day. It was a new day dawning and Heatherface was up a bit late. Even tho the birds were singing, the sky was clear and the weather was almost perfect, there was a tense and weird atmosphere through the whole camp. They had lost their deputy, Rabbitfoot whom they all loved, and it was a great loss to the clan. I wish I had talked to her more, she was always so nice to me. And to everyone else for that matter. It's a shame..
Trying not to think too much about it, Heatherface walked outside and let the sun bathe her face as she sighed. She stretched her legs and back before sitting down by the warrior den opening and starting on her morning wash. She spotted Nightshade walk by and let out a small sigh as she licked her front paw and drew it along her ear. No matter what the occasion was, she wanted to make sure nothing was messy.

[Keriae]

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sex: malexxxrank: warrior xxxtagged: open

You could tell that MoorClan was not itself.

Of course, why would anyone expect them to be? Just the night before, as the sun dipped below the horizon and Silverpelt became to decorate the inky night sky, Rabbitfur had breathed her last breath, giving in to her fight with blackcough. Was it a surprise? Not to Redstorm. The brown tabby she-cat had been ill for a while, steadily growing worse as the days went by, but even so, it was a miracle that no other cats had been infected. Greencough itself was deadly, the blackcough was even more so and Redstorm was thankful that the rest of them had been spared. With AspenClan harrying their border, trying to claim the creek that had been owned by MoorClan for generation upon generation, they needed every set of able paws to fight right back. The death of their deputy would not stop them.

After all, Rabbitfur's illness had not stopped them from fighting, so why should her death be any different. If anything, the now-deceased deputy would be happy that the warriors were keeping up the patrols and fighting off the cats who wanted to muscle in on something that was not their's. This was what Clan life was all about, and Redstorm was going to defend every inch of their territory.

Having sat up for half the night sitting vigil for the fallen female, Redstorm had retired to his nest. Now he was awoken by Heatherface purring to herself and then exiting. The reason for her purring became clear when he opened his golden eyes and saw the sun streaming in. Well then, it must be time to get up. It didn't take long to stretch and then exit; there was more room outside for grooming without disturbing anyone. Outside, Redstorm settled down in a patch of sunlight and began to rasp his tongue over his right paw, rubbing the white appendage on the back of his ear. With Rabbitfur's death, Mothstar would have to pick a new deputy, and soon - the gathering was tonight, they needed to have a deputy before then.

[Karma.]

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age fifty two moons
gender she-cat
romance none
family Poppypaw

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tags waking up in her
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Mothstar took a huge gasp for breath. Her eyes opened wide, and her breathing
was heavy and irregular. Every night she pictured it. Every night, it ended
the same way. Rabbitfur, I need you by my side! Don't leave me yet!
Her words repeated in her mind, and she turned her head, trying to shake
the thought away. No, she may not be over his death yet. But today was
the day she had to choose a new deputy, and she was dreading it. The fear
to pick the right cat crept up on her suddenly that it sent a shudder down
her spine; she couldn't rest in her den any longer. Putting on her façade
which masked her despair, she stepped out into the bright light. Though sunny,
the air was nippy. With a flick of her tail, the small leader leapt up
onto her leader's rock. "Let all those old enough to run as fast as the wind
gather for a clan meeting."

[△ nepencity △]

H E A T H E R F A C E
female
crush: cedarfoot
warrior
31 moons
tags: Mothstar - clan
mood: neutralxxx

She was in the middle of her wash when she heard Mothstar's voice call all who old enough to run as fast as the wind. She turned her eyes to the leader and noticed that something was off with her. She knew how much Rabbitfur meant to Mothstar and let out a sigh, giving a worried look. She must be devastated, I wish there was something I could do.. Or there is, if I get chosen to be the deputy I might be of help to her. It'll be hard to take the place of someone like Rabbitfur, but I think I would lead well.
Heatherface stood up and walked towards the leader's rock, sitting down in front of it and giving Mothstar a gentle nod in greeting with a small smile.

[Saxhleel]

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Tags; The clan┋Currently In camp, getting up.

Battuft's eyes split open quickly, pupils quickly diluting to reveal green irises. She went about getting up as she did everyday, shaking out her thick black fur and stretching her limbs, then flexes her claws and twitched her ears to the sound it made when she scraped into the earth. Making her way out of the warriors den she could feel a tightness in her front leg, as usual when there was a nip in the air. She stretched her jaws wide in a yawn, then set about grooming her chest fur flat, and her leg into working order until hearing the leaders call. Her ears flattened a little when she noticed the morose in the petite leaders form. Battuft was too proud to admit it, but she cared deeply for all in her clan, and their deaths saddened her to no end, but Mothstar, the clan, needed it's deputy and Battuft did not envy the leader for having to make the decision of who would replace Rabbitfur.

[jouska.]

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feeling ; neutral
location ; camp
crush ; open
mentor ; battuft
tagged ; x
post number ; one
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The brown molly awoke to dying rays of sunlight breaking through the den. Her vision was blurry for a few moments but with a few blinks the blobs of fur around her became recognizable. Owlpaw lay in her bed of reeds for a while as the rest of her mind woke up. The sound of her leader, Mothstar, made realize that it was time to go to the gathering. Despite this, she still wished that she might not have to go, even though it was only her second time. The pair had trained hard earlier that day, and she deserved at least the slightest bit of sleep before they trained again later in the day. With a quiet yawn the molly stretched and was up on her feet; she was careful not to wake any of the cats within the vicinity.

She noticed that several other cats were awake, including her mentor, Heatherface, Redstorm, Nightshade and of course, Mothstar. She decided to grab a bite to eat before heading out and padded over to the fresh kill pile. Snatching a carp hungrily off the top, Owlpaw carried the large piece of prey towards the edge of camp and laid down, concealed in reeds. Holding the creature down firmly with her fore paws, Owlpaw bent down to sink her teeth into the side of her meal. A warm, pungent taste erupted in her mouth, dissolving against her taste buds. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until just then; she hadn't eaten in two days. Smiling with pleasure, the pretty apprentice finished off the rest of her meal with gusto.

[aergia]

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cherryface| rank; warrior| where; warriors den/camp| tagged; clan/open

Cherryface slowly rose from her den, making sure to stretch all the kinks in her back out before going anywhere. She then sat upright in her den, looking to see who else had already risen. A few of the nests were empty, but they couldn't have been for too long. She took time grooming her pelt, making sure she looked like pure perfection before even considering leaving the den. After spending a few moments grooming, reaching all the hard to get places, she left her nest. Gracefully stepping over some of her still sleeping clanmates she reached the entrance to the den. Looking out onto the camp she quickly saw that Mothstar had called a meeting, clearly to announce the new deputy. Cherryface wondered who it would be, and hoped and knew it wouldn't be her. She was ambitious by nature, but not in a leader sense. She preferred to set her gaze upon more attractive ambitions. She then padded over to the leaders rock to join the clanmates that were already awake.

swiftpaw| rank; apprentice| where; apprentice den/camp| tagged; clan/open

Swiftpaw woke slowly. The rising sun was emitting light into the opening of the apprentices den and had clearly already woken some of them up, but not him. Outside he heard Mothstar call their attention. Swiftpaw's nest was much too comfortable for him to ever consider leaving it, and Mothstar was probably just announcing the new deputy. Swiftpaw had liked Rabbitfur, she had always been nice to him and encouraged him when no one else would. He imagined that their new deputy would have a lot to live up too. Rolling over in his nest, he decided he should honor his fallen deputy and at least be awake and out of his den for the announcement of the new deputy. Reluctantly, he lifted himself out of his nest and proceeded to walk out of the den. He paid no attention to his pelt, who would honestly bother him about it, he wasn't out to impress anybody. It was brighter outside, his nest was further towards the back of the apprentice den so the light never bothered him at sunrise. His messy pelt glistened under the light as he made his way over to where Mothstar had announced the meeting.

[нana ѕong]

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age; 26 moons
gender; she-cat
occupation; warrior
relationship status; single
tagged; ---
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Nightshade stopped when she heard some faint murmers around her, before glancing over her shoulder just as Mothstar made her way to the great rock and announced a meeting. Instantly, the black she-cat turned away from the camp entrance, knowing she could go out later, as she made her way to the rock though sat a bit more towards the back. She was pretty much sure that she wasn't going to be involved anyways, but a faint perk to her ears showed her curiosity at who would be chosen for Deputy. Of course, Nightshade felt pity for her leader at having lost a friend and having to chose that friends replacement so soon, but that was the way of the clan. A faint sigh escaped past her slightly parted jaws as she wrapped her tail neatly around her paws to wait. That was the thing about clans. They were family. If one died, the entire clan was effected.

[spotthecow]

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➳location; moorclan camp➳tom➳senior warrior➳single➳tags; open

>>>> Rabbitfur... The dark colored tom's dream was distracted by the remembrance of a newly lost clanmate, someone who he would never forget. Spiderclaw was breathing loudly, and even worse, heavily which often happened to him due to stress, running too much, or illness. He quickly opened his pale eyes with fright, only to find himself propped up in his nest. Spiderclaw let out a sigh, trying to calm himself, and sat up to groom his large pelt. The tom's ears flicked up to now hear his leader call for a meeting, making his whiskers twitch sadly. If only I were young enough to take the place of Rabbitfur, but I know it'd never be the same, and I'd feel so overwhelmed, he thought to himself as he stood, cracking small bones in his legs. Spiderclaw then walked to the rock his leader was sitting on.

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➳location; moorclan camp➳she-cat➳med. cat Apprentice➳mentor; Fawnface➳single➳tags; open

>>>> Emberpaw had been awake all night, but that was normal for her. Whenever she dreamed, she imagined her father running away, and Emberpaw couldn't stand to think about him nor her mother. The small, tortoiseshell she-cat stared at the ceiling of her den, sniffing in the wonderful senses of fresh herbs. Emberpaw's crystal blue-green eyes flickered as she soon heard her leader speak. Quietly, the she-cat stood and walked outside of the medicine cat den, sitting close to it as she began to think. This must be about Rabbitfur, though the gathering with those mouse brained Aspenclan kittypets is coming up as well...