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xxxxtinyleaf watched seawhisper and quickly turned away. she slid past marshfalls body, not caring to step in the crimson spread across the ground. she picked up her bundle of herbs, the smell good ones, and spread them delicately across his body. she glanced over, noticing that bumblebee and pinepaw talking to her apprentice. she took note of bumblebees ruffled fur, and flattened her ears. she slowly approached, listening in. he was scolding her apprentice! tinyleaf stood still for a moment, standing as straight as she could, ears perked. she padded over to the group, placing herself besides bumblebee. she cast him a glance, before flicking her tail, purposely hitting it against his side. "briarpaw is my apprentice, not yours." she cast him a glance over her shoulder, before turning and facing him. "im sure you wouldn't like me bossing ergetpaw around, surely." she said sweetly, casting the grey furred tom a smile. when the tom turned away, tinyleaf cast a glance at brairpaw and pinepaw, before turning and making her way back into the medicine den. she flicked her tail, before slipping into the den, sighing quietly. she climbed into her nest, and sat down, drawing her tail over her paws. her gaze slowly made its way over to the stock of herbs.
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[rank] medicine cat [age] thirty moons [gender] she-cat [tags] seawhisper, briarpaw, bumblebee, pinepaw

[**Snowwhisper**]

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name ;; Fernpaw<3
age ;; eight moons
gender ;; she cat
crush ;;
mood;;vulnerable/sad
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location;; nest
tagged ;; Softpaw

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Fernpaw looked up, from her staring at the ground, blocking everything out and noticed Softpaw had entered the den and was now laying close to her. She sighed, as she heard Softpaw's question. "Of course she wasn't okay," She thought sarcastically, but bit her tongue from saying anything that might hurt her, and she didn't really want too, but it was just something she did when she was hurt, she just lashed out and decided that she would feel guilty later after she stopped feeling horrible, but that was no excuse.

As she looked her over, she noticed that she looked just as bad as Fernpaw felt. Her ears drooped as she responded in a somewhat small voice, "I don't know,Softpaw. Are you okay?"



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name ;; Smokeclaw!!
age ;; thirty-three moons
gender ;; Tom
crush ;; Open
mood;;tired/agitated
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location;; Camp
tagged ;; Open

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Shifting in his nest again, the Snow White tom, sighed for what he felt like was the hundredth time that morning. He had retreated to his nest when the body of Marshfall had been brought into the clearing. Though he mourned for him, he wasn't well aquatinted with the former clanmate. He shook out his head, flicking his ear, he wasn't one for mourning very long, and didn't like the stench of death that lingered after a cat died. It made him agitated. It was as if time stopped when a cat died in the clan. Yes, he knew that cats were mourning and said cat that died probably had a family who was mourning, and that he should respect their service to their clan, but he just couldn't help but feel annoyed that certain cats could just stop and give up for days at a time, having other cats carry the extra weight of having to feed the clan. It just rubbed him the wrong way, he didn't know why though. He sighed again, his tail flicking as he rose to his paws. Smokeclaw arched his back, yawning, he hoped he had stayed in the den long enough for the body to be taken out of camp. "How uncaring that sounds" He thought to himself as he padded towards the entrance of the den, peeking out of the entrance, just to make sure, and taking in the scene, to make sure he didn't seem too out of place, hoping he might be able to go hunting to clear the thoughts in his head and the agitation that seemed to sneak up on him whenever a cat died, though he did Hope that Orchidstar would be able to keep herself together after loosing her son.

[V.Vulpes]

[Wᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ] [Sʜᴇ-Cᴀᴛ] [30 Mᴏᴏɴꜱ] [ Tᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: Sᴍᴏᴋᴇᴄʟᴀᴡ]xxxxxxxxxx

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xxxA dappled calico pelt remained in the warrior's den. Her small form rising and falling softly as she dreamt. Every-so-often a white paw twitched or her fluffy tail would flick. Her dreams were always bothersome and made her twitch around in her nest, often accidently hitting someone and getting moss stuck in her fluffy fur. These dreams were usually nothing; just her hunting or chasing some wandering kittypet that's intruding into Sierraclan's territory. Though tonight's dream was different, her father was there and it was a memory of what might have been.
xxxA dawn patrol was patrolling the boundaries. For some reason, it consisted of only three cats. Sunheart, his daughter, Lichenpaw, and Lichenpaw's older mentor, a tomcat named Parrotfeather. Sunheart led the patrol over the slippery slopes of the border. It all seemed quiet, no cat scented anything and no foreign noises were heard by any cat. Though something was wrong to Lichenpaw. This isn't truly what was supposed to happen as the scent of death hung in the air for only her. "Sunheart, I smell something wrong," she meowed, her voice hung with worry. But when Sunheart turned towards his daughter, blood spilt from a gash on his neck, the sight caused Lichenpaw to yowl in terror and her fur to bristle.
xxxIt was then that Lichenfoot woke up. Her fur was still bristled from her dream and she still smelt death. Wait... There actually was a faint smell of death in the air. Was the clan somehow being attacked?? This awful thought flooded the calico's mind and forced her to her paws. A quick, short dash and she wasn't quite out of the warrior's den but running smack dab into Smokeclaw. Lichenfoot bounced back, her ears flicked back in embarrassment, and mewed, "I'm terribly sorry, Smokeclaw, I seem to have overslept... er... Is everything okay with the clan?" Her voice was filled with worry as she softly continued, "I smell death, has something happened?"

[**Snowwhisper**]

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name ;; Smokeclaw!!
age ;; thirty-three moons
gender ;; Tom
crush ;; Open
mood;;tired/agitated
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location;; Camp
tagged ;; Lichenfoot

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[size=85]Getting lost in his head, he seemed to have sat down as he was watching the scene play out in front of him. He didn't think he ever saw his leader this distraught or rather unstable. Not once had he thought that their strong, brave leader would ever stumble. The strong leadership that had held the clan together, both deputy and leader had fallen somewhat. Their deputy was gone and now their leader was, from his opinion, a bit unstable. Which, he thought was perfectly reasonable, due to him being her son and all but still.

He was shaken from his analysis, by a scent. He didn't have time to decide who it was before said cat had literally bumped into him. He lurched forward as he struggled to steady himself, before turning towards the assailant. His ears flattened, ready to lash out at whoever had hit him, when he noticed it was Lichenfoot. He instantly forgot his assault and nodded his head in greeting. His ears flicked as he realized that she didn't know about Marshfall yet, though she was smart enough to scent the air. Which wasn't hard considering it smelt of old blood and death. He winced at her question, and nodded, mewing in return, "Morning Lichenfoot and yes something actually has happened. Marshfall's been killed, he was found by the border patrol this morning. Orchidstar is devastated, and the clan's morning right now."

[V.Vulpes]

[Wᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ] [Sʜᴇ-Cᴀᴛ] [30 Mᴏᴏɴꜱ] [ Tᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: Sᴍᴏᴋᴇᴄʟᴀᴡ]xxxxxxxxxx

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xxxA gasp escaped Lichenfoot's maw. Marshfall dead? The scene from her dream seemed to flash in front of her amber eyes and it made sense now. Her real self had smelt the scent of death and heard the mourning of her clan like she had done for her father. She swallowed a lump that seemed to be caught in her throat then swiped her tongue over the white fur on her chest a few times to soothe her fur. She stayed quiet for a few moments for the news to go through her head. "This is awful..." She mewed finally as she shook her head, "I take it that Orchidstar did not react well to the news and do we know if it was natural or not?" A part of her wanted to go out to the clan and mourn with them for their fallen deputy but another half of her, curiosity, forced her paws to stay glued to the warrior's den to ask Smokeclaw questions.

[eearz]

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30 moons/♀/Warrior/No crush or mate/Open
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Icyheart returned back to camp to see many cats about. 'Ugh more noise...' Icyheart thought to herself as she padded across the camp. Many things have happened at camp and Icyheart couldn't care less, but at the same time her heart remains loyal to the clan. She yawned as she walked to the warrior's den to take a quick rest. For some reason she was really tired all of a sudden. She is probably going to get in a lot of trouble afterwards, but she didn't care. Icyheart stepped in her soft bed and closed her eyes. She twitched her tail slowly and breathing seemed to slow down too. Soon she fell into a deep sleep

[faerie;]

sheeptuft
tom - 26 moons - in medicine den - with tinyleaf

Sheeptuft placed one socked paw inside of the warrior den. It was barren as no other cats remained. He worried about his clanmates as he walked towards his nest. He settled in, watching Emberflight at the entrance as he mumbled another thank you before trying to distract himself from his thoughts. He swiped his tail over his figure, looking around for things to do.
Orchidstar won't be calling patrols today, that's a good assumption. And it seems too dangerous outside anyways.. Sheeptuft thought to himself, quietly hoping his acquaintances were recoveing better than he was. ..StarClan, what about Tinyleaf? She must be so stressed right now.. He worried for the medicine cat -- although he knew how calm and patient the lithe cat was, he also knew she could easily crack under pressure.
Sheeptuft stood up with a shake in his step, padding towards the entrance. Quickly thinking of an excuse for leaving so soon, he uttered a quick lie
. "I-I'm real nervous about this entire event, obviously.. I'm going to see if Tinyleaf has any herb t-to help." He nodded, somehow proud of himself for lying through his teeth so easily. He walked away, snaking through the crowd of cats before his muzzle was swamped by the sweet scent of berries and herbs. As he padded into the spacious den, his gaze immediately found Tinyleaf's. He hurried over as he looked down at the molly.
"Uh, hey. How.. How are you doing with Orchidstar's l-loss and all? Uhm," He spoke rapidly, hoping not to waste the medicine cat's time. "By the way, d-do you have any herb for, uh, relieving anxiety?" He inquired with a shallowly awkward laugh as he sat in front of her, his striped tail laced around the front of his figure.

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twelve moons || apprentice || mentor: tbd || ♡ open || tagged; open

the two young toms had heard of a scene much like this before.

the wailing of cats, grieving the death of a brave warrior and courageous mentor. the body of a cat lying still in the dust of the clearing, eyes closed only just so, blood pooled at the edges of his lips. his brown form limp, broken, fur matted and dirty, green optics glazed with death, the stench of blood heavy in the air. back then, it had been their mother who mourned so loudly, whom had yowled to the sky in anguish, features twisted in sorrow. it had been different when runningkit died, but not by much; oakleaf had not been as loud--she had been reserved in her weeping, had become solemnly accepting even before he had finally passed.

imagining oakleaf in orchidstar's place sent a pang of sorrow piercing through brightpaw's heart, and his ears flattened against his skull. thornpaw pressed against him, the younger tom's gaze locked on his white paws as he seemed to wonder what to do, unable to find anything to say. what could either of the even hope to offer the leader in this time of loss? they were only apprentices, after all, and they hardly even knew her.

"...brightpaw?" thornpaw mewed at last, glancing up at his older brother once, empathy written over his soft features, his eyes gleaming with sorrow, his whiskers crinkled with frustration. "let's go hunting. i don't really want to sit here and... and look at him." the tabby didn't really have to explain--for a young cat, this was simply just too much to take in.

"right." brightpaw sighed in response, getting up and turning towards the camp entrance, his littermate following suit. "where to?"

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[Tsukỉ]

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female / leader / 50 moons / tagged : Alderdusk / word count : ______ /______________________

"My son wasn't killed, either," Orchidstar insisted. "He.. he wasn't in the best situation, remember," wiping the tears that rolled of her cheek, the leader grimaced. "His own kits, my own grandkits; and his.. mate, were killed." His kits went missing, but, without any possible suspects, it is only reasonable to think of them as dead. They were barely a moon old, the poor kittens.. Marshfall, oh, poor child, he'd killed himself. The wounds weren't too unreasonable to consider. The bleak iridescence that gleamed and reflected off the light-blue stream calmed her down; the Sunny Pools had its.. properties. They soothed her bouncing emotions. Her heart would never stop racing. SierraClan was at a time of peace, but.. alas, it would never last. Was it the beginning of the ravaging turmoil..?

[wolғ;]

(♠)-ＩＣＥＰＡＷ xxxxxxx
♂ ; ten moons ; apprentice ; crush: wolftail scrAp me ; feeling: happy-ish ; tagged: wolftail

icepaw giggled quietly at the thought of the two toms splashing each other, but it still gave him the chills. "imagine finding another clan somewhere.. that'd be weird. well, i think it would be, anyway," he rambled on, "what if they know who we are? where we are? i don't know about you, but the thought of being watched by other large groups of cats doesn't appeal to me very much!" he was looking straight forward, only half paying attention to what was being said, due do daydreams..


ooc; neither can little icepaw oh dear

edit; btw, i've done my cats' relations posts!! x ; x ; x et x