❝ . losing faith

[lacke]

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xxxxtinystar was always an early riser. she thought it fit to be awake before the clan, incase anything were to happen. she was laying in her nest, her tail drawn over her nose. as she saw the sunlight peeking over the gorge, the long furred she-cat slowly stood, shaking her pelt free of moss. she quickly groomed herself, before stepping outside. her den was up high, giving her an advantage of overlooking all of the camp. very few cats were up, and tinystar began to make her way down the gorge. as she reached the bottom, she made her way over to the fresh kill pile. she grabbed a small bird, and made her way over to the meeting rock. she sat, and began to eat the bird she had taken from the pile. while she was eating, she was silently going over what to do today in her head. she couldn't think of anything, before something finally dawned in her head. driftpaw needed her warrior ceremony! the young she-cat had gone through so much, she deserved a wonderful ceremony. of course! tinystar quickly finished her food, and pushed it off to the side. she stood, and shook her pelt out once more. she crouched, bunching her muscles and jumping on the rocks. she cleared her throat, before yowling; "all cats old enough to climb the gorge, gather beneath the rocks for a clan meeting!" she then sat, drawing her tail over her paws. she looked around the camp for roseheart, her deputy, before turning her gaze to the sky, closing her eyes as a small breeze flew by.
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[rank] leader [age] thirty moons [gender] she-cat [tags] the clan

[Maple.]

wolfstep
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- Male - Warrior - 32 moons -
Apprentice; Cometpaw
Crush; ---
- TAGS; Tinystar -
- Mentioned; Cometpaw -


Wolfstep awoke to a loud cry echoing into the warriors den. His eyes immediately snapped open, alert at the sound of his leader's voice. However, as he registered it was a call for a clan meeting the dark tom took his time to stretch and give his fur a quick once over before stalking out of the den. Down below he could see Tinystar's white pelt reflecting what little sunlight was beginning to appear in the sky; it would be a few hours yet until the sun was high enough to flow into the gorge. Stepping out onto the path Wolfstep squinted his eyes and glanced over to the exit before turning and beginning the trek down to the main area of camp. Flicking his ears the tom called out a greeting, "Good morning Tinystar! I hope today will treat us well!" Watching his steps more carefully as he passed the apprentice den he took a peak inside to see Cometpaw still asleep. Smiling fondly he turned his eyes to Driftpaw and asked if she could wake up his pesky apprentice. Turning back to continue over to the center of the clearing Wolfstep allowed his gaze to fall on the fresh-kill pile. Tilting his head in contemplation the warrior decided to wait until after a hunting patrol had returned; after all he had been up late the night before on a patrol of the border and had managed to catch a mouse so he wasn't feeling too hungry just yet. Wolfstep sat a little ways from Littlestar's rock and flicked his tail over his paws settling down to wait for others to arrive.

driftpaw
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- Female - Apprentice - 17 moons -
Mentor; Crookedfoot
-Crush; Roseheart -
- TAGS; Cometpaw -
- Mentioned; Tinystar -


Driftpaw was already awake and washing up quickly when Wolfstep popped his head into the den and asked her to wake up Cometpaw who was currently still snoozing in a nest beside her own. Dipping her head she grinned before prodding a paw into her clan-mate's side. "Wakey Wakey fluffhead!" she smirked and prodded again before stepping back and finishing off her pelt. It wasn't the best job she had ever done but at least most of her fur laid flat. Pacing into the clearing the long-haired apprentice glanced around as early morning light seeped into the gorge. There was a slight chill to the air but Driftpaw could barely feel it considering her insulating fur. She nodded at Wolfstep again and sat down with a nod to Tinystar as well. She was wondering why her leader would call such an early meeting, usually it was just Roseheart who would be organizing patrols. Her curiosity was piqued but she tried to not let her hopes up that this may be her warrior ceremony. After all, she was nearing eighteen moons and felt slightly out of place in the apprentice den. She loved her fellow apprentices dearly but the delay in her warrior naming left a bitter taste in her mouth as too many unhappy thoughts came with the reasons as to why she was still under the suffix 'paw'. Taking a deep breath the molly shook her head to clear the thoughts away and waited for the rest of the clan to join them. She tried not to make too much eye contact with Tinystar as Driftpaw felt that her own gaze would give away the hopes that were bubbling up despite of her trying to squash them down.

[Tordier]

Crookedfoot
43 Moons
Warrior
Mentoring Driftpaw
Single
With Tinystar, Wolfstep, and Driftpaw
At Camp

At first glance, he was nothing more than a motionless ball of white fur nestled comfortably into a bed of soft, dried moss and surrounded on all sides by fellow Warriors in their own nests. The only indication that he was alive at all came in the form of the rhythmic rise and fall of the pale tom's flank. Crookedfoot was fast asleep, and he had every right to be. Morning had barely begun. The sky had already lightened considerably and bore a pinkish hue from the sunrise that was not quite observable yet. It was a blissfully tranquil scene.
"All cats old enough to climb the gorge, gather beneath the rocks for a clan meeting!"
Tinystar's voice was unmistakable, but the fact that this yowling came from Crookedfoot's Leader did little to quell his initial reaction to such a rude awakening. He knew she preferred to wake up early, but this was getting ridiculous. Crookedfoot moaned groggily and pinned his ears back against his skull in protest, but it took only a minute or two for him to wake up enough to regain control and have some patience for Tinystar. Whatever the reason was behind this early-morning meeting, it had to be worthwhile. He might as well hear her out.
With all traces of reluctance gone, the tom pushed himself up to sit in his nest, pausing just long enough to lick down a tuft of stray fur on his chest before padding out of the cave that served as the Warriors' den and into the pale dawn light. Wolfstep had headed out shortly before him and Crookedfoot could see the grey-furred tom just below him, settling into a spot to wait for the rest of the clan to arrive and hear whatever it was Tinystar wanted to say. Since most of the clan had not yet gathered, Crookedfoot felt no pressure to rush just yet, so he limped down the rocky path at an even pace. His paw ached a little this morning, but he felt fairly certain that the discomfort would vanish once he had a chance to stretch his limbs properly.
Crookedfoot had nearly made it to the open space at the base of the rock pile where Tinystar waited when he spied a familiar young tabby taking her place as the second cat to arrive at the meeting place and he strode confidently to her side. Seeing his Apprentice gave Crookedfoot an idea as to what Tinystar might be intending to share with the clan, but he thought it odd that she had not informed him ahead of time if that were indeed the case. Crookedfoot shot an inquisitive look up at his Leader, searching her face for clues. Maybe it was something else after all.
"Good morning, Driftpaw. You're looking well-rested this morning.", Crookedfoot purred, turning towards his Apprentice.
There was only one way to find out what all the hubbub was about, and that was to wait. Of course, that did not mean Crookedfoot needed to sit about, idle and tense, while he waited. A little conversation would do just the trick to keep the atmosphere casual and positive.