﴾ ✦ dewclan

[deme !]

❝ charcoal.kit !! --
xxxxshe kit • four moons • tags. open

charcoalkit bounded around the clearing, looking for something to do. if only she had someone to play with, if only her brother was still here. her heart ached at the thought. she wished things could be different, but nothing could change what had happened. her head hung low and her tail dragged behind her. but then her eyes lit up with an idea. if nothing fun would happen in camp... she quickly looked around, before her mischievous gaze rested on the camp exit. i probably shouldn't. she thought. she was curious, like her father had been. but she didn't want to be like her father. charcoalkit wouldn't care if he had died. he left her. she pushed the thought away. that didn't matter now. she would be the best warrior ever. with or without support from a father. she couldn't wait until she became a warrior. she'd have much more freedom. she could run through the forest, hunt her own prey. maybe she wouldn't be so eager to grow up if her mother hadn't died. if her brother had survived. if her father hadn't left. but she was alone. she had to become a warrior because her clan was all she had. the surrounding forest taunted her. she could only imagine it's wonders. no. she would see them for herself. she would see them now. she slithered towards the exit.

[UncommonOyster]

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blackfern ✦ she-cat ✦ twenty-seven moons ✦ warrior ✦ confused; distracted

xxxxblackfern trailed around the camp, wishing she had never woken up.
xxxxthe prophecy had haunted and bothered blackfern for who knew how long. nowadays, it was essentially the only thing she thought about. the preparation, the conclusion, the aftermath. although she kept telling herself that everything was alright, thornstar's going to lead us, no one's going to.. go, there was always something about it that kept nagging to her in her head.
xxxxslowly gaining more awareness, she was considering to go hunting again, when she found herself nearing the exit of the camp. instinctively, she headed into the forest, noticing the atmosphere getting darker and darker as she headed deeper and deeper into the territory outside the camp. noticing an intensely small thresh bird heading in the opposite direction, blackfern held her breath almost instantly. she slowly made her way to the bird, the small heels of her paws barely touching the ground. once she felt like she was close enough to the future prey, she readied herself to leap before forcing her weight back and leaping directly onto the ground that the bird stood on. hearing a small squeaking sound before she landed onto the ground, blackfern blinked and glanced below her. she stared at the prey that she had just caught and she grinned intensely. she quickly thanked starclan in her mind and got up before realising that the atmosphere around her was dead silent. her satisfied grin hastily morphing into a neutral expression, she carried the fresh-kill in her mouth. she headed back to camp quickly, finally reaching the camp entrance. heading towards the fresh-kill pile, she dropped the thresh bird onto the now small pile of meat.
xxxxpassing the other cats who also seemed to struggle to keep their eyes open, she shot glances at numerous cats, looking for ideas for things to do. thinking of entering the forest for the third time this day, she turned suddenly hungry, turning around and looking at the fresh-kill pile, instinctively knowing that she .. shouldn't, as she had already eaten and food was running low. peering around to observe whether any others were watching her, blackfern's eyes rested on the cat that was exiting camp. well, there was nothing unusual about that, as more warriors went out to hunt since the camp did slowly need more food, but the cat was abnormally.. small.
xxxxtoo small, in fact. as blackfern switched to various angles to observe the face of the cat, she finally found a position where she could clearly see the cat's face. blackfern stared in shock as the kit slithered past the numerous trees that surrounded the camp exit. charcoalkit was leaving the camp, getting deeper into the forest every second, and there was essentially nothing blackfern did about it.

[r e d.]

✶ b r a c k e n p a w -
apprentice >> male >> no crush
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just another day... the tom thought as he watched the camp with a small sigh. cats were slowly beginning to venture into the morning light. as usual, they would quietly share their greetings, than smile softly as small conversations brewed. despite the calm, quiet, the young tom enjoyed it far more when the camp was going to sleep. others would than speak of their days, and retreat to their nests where they could dream. it was like brackenpaw to observe cats, for why wouldn't he? it was how he caught up on the latest drama anyways. plus, he enjoyed waking up early to watch the stars fade, and the sun rise. it was nice.

his ear twitched, pulling him out of his daydreams. he turned his head, reacting to pawsteps coming out of the den entrance next to him. he watched as featherpaw peered outside, a small smile on her face. however, he went unnoticed. maybe she'll realize im here the second time around, the thought caused him to snort in amusement. the young molly wasn't born too long after he was, but he did find her quite overwhelming at times. from an outside point, the two were polar opposites. she was small, he was large. she was a puff, he was not. she had energy, he... wasn't sure if he did yet... even though the two were quite different, he admired her will to be a good warrior. striking up a conversation with her wouldn't hurt. spiderpaw on the other hand... he shook the thought out of his mind. he didn't want to ruin his own mood.

[Ohdeerieme]

♡Fawnstep♡
《fem》《22 m》《warrior》
《bisexual》《form》
《camp》《featherpaw》

Fawnstep had been up many hours before most other cats. Fawn was the first to sleep, though she was always the first to wake up. She was always in a perpetually tired state however. Fawn had already hunted this morning, bring back two fat squirrels for the kill pile and a plump bird that she ate herself. Technically she should've waited to eat, however she felt she had the right to eat what she killed. Especially when she busted her tail off to bring back ample food in these cold winter months. Fawnstep sat around the nearest body of water to the camp and groomed herself.
It was something she did after waking up, hunting, eating, sitting, running, and every other activity. Looking presentable was important to her, after all.
Fawn had noticed cats coming out of their dens and converstaing, which prompted her to search for her apprentice. She was likely still sleeping, as that's what apprentices did most of the time. Trotting across the camp, she entered the apprentice den. She found the molly and nuddged her awake.

◇Mothwing◇
《male》《30 m》《warrior》
《unsure》《form》
《camp》《open tags》

asleep, open for tags

[darcy_jensen]

➸ featherpaw
⇸ apprentice / nine months / tags; brakenpaw, fawnstep

although troubled thoughts consumed her mind, the apprentice did her best to ignore the negativity. dwelling on sadness would not improve anything, nor would it help her become a stronger warrior. taking a moment to pause her mission to give a smile to each awake cat, featherpaw lowered herself to the ground and pounced on a floating leaf, battering it with her tiny paws. her small frame did limit her hunting and fighting abilities, but her spirit and energy made up for it. turning her attention away from the leaf, featherpaw's grey eyes fell upon the brown pelt of brakenpaw.

"good morning!" she greeted cheerfully, bounding forward to sit beside the young tom, "how are you!" she admired the apprentice for his strength and kind heart. though she knew little about his past and wasn't particularly close with him, featherpaw considered the tom a friend. as she waited for brackenpaw's response, the molly spotted her beloved mentor and waved her whispy tail in acknowledgment.

[r e d.]

✶ b r a c k e n p a w -
apprentice >> male >> no crush
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the young tom let out a long yawn, bored. however, he wouldn't be for long. featherpaw had spotted him after murdering a leaf in cold blood. he perked up as she called out to him, and watched as she bounded over to his side. he smiled as she spoke. "good morning to you too." he responded calmly. the young tom gave a small shrug "just your average morning for me i guess... how about you?" he cocked his head to the side, letting his large ears flop a tiny bit. just observing the other apprentice brought him some energy. it looked like she was going to explode out of pure positivity.

she was one of the few molly's he could find himself socializing with, and some would even say he like liked her. but, she wasn't his type. even if her company was enjoyable. he continued to watch the camp, quietly waiting for her response.

[deme !]

❝ charcoal.kit !! --
xxxxshe kit • four moons • tags. open

as soon as charcoalkit had gotten away from the camp, she was alone to enjoy the forest. she happily raced through the forest but her paws tired quickly. she thought about going back to camp, but she wasn't satisfied yet. a rustle in the bushes made her stop. a mouse bounded out of the undergrowth, and charcoalkit instinctively leaped at it. but the mouse had seen her coming and ran further into the trees, not that she could've caught it anyway. she pelted after the small creature, weaving through the trees. the mouse had probably ran into some bushes, because charcoalkit had lost sight of it. she looked around suddenly unsure where she was. great. now i'm lost. she thought. i should've turned back earlier. what if a bobcat or bear found her? charcoalkit suddenly felt scared and small and helpless. she couldn't call for help. that would just get her into much more trouble than she'd already be in. i could try and follow a patrol back to camp... yeah, that could work. should she wait for one to pass by? or should she just go and find one? she was overthinking everything. suddenly she was very tired. her mind raced until she fell into a soft sleep, her flanks rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

[cloudysheep]

✩ ｃｒｉｃｋｅｔｎｏｓｅ

male // warrior // thirty ☾// open

despite his own will, cricketnose was already awake. spread out lazily in the camp grounds, albeit, but still awake. his silver whiskers twitched in an unenthusiastic respond to the whole clan waking up. his charcoal pelt sucked up the rays of the sun. perched on top of a cracked stone, the tom’s tail tip flickered like a snake waiting to strike. his eyes followed around the camp, the green shards searching for something interesting to happen.

cricketnose had been told his priorities were twisted before. he was told to not be so pessimistic about the world, but why not? he hadn’t exactly had some extrodinary event happen in his life, nor was he an extrodinary cat. he respected his clan and clanmates, but he constantly felt the need to satisfy a hunger. a hunger for what exactly, he did not know yet.

cricketnose had lost himself in his own thoughts, and let his mind wander as he countinued to flick his tail and bask in the warm sunlight.

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spiderpaw | tom | ten moons | apprentice | mention; brackenpaw, featherpaw, cricketnose | tags; open

spiderpaw had trouble sleeping that night. he found himself staring towards the entrance of the den before any of his denmates had a chance to awaken. his dreams troubled him; darkness seemed to swarm at him, jolting him awake any chance he had to doze off. the young tom guessed his denmates were having no better of a sleep, as featherpaw scrambled about in her nest. spiderpaw found himself wanting to yowl at the she-cat for being so crazy. brackenpaw was no where to be found but spiderpaw didn't mind. he enjoyed being alone. especially from featherpaw, whose loud attitude turned the tom away quickly. as the she-cat rose to her paws, spiderpaw pretended to be asleep. he lay very still in hopes that the she-cat would simply pass him. as she did, he sighed, glad that he wouldn't have to speak to her until later. he knew that when they returned to curl into their nests that night, he would have to get onto her for being so loud whilst he was trying to sleep.

as the sun continued to rise, spiderpaw rose to his feet. he felt his muscles cry out as he tried to gently wash himself. the young tom was tired; and he would be even more cranky than usual. it wasn't his fault that his denmates annoyed him so much or that his mentor was the laziest cat in the clan; he constantly reminded himself of this. yet spiderpaw pushed his mentor to his limits, but how could he not? the lazy bum needs some pushing. the young tom thought angrily. attempting to rid of his angry thoughts, he pushed the idea of his mentor away and pushed his way out of the apprentices' den.

[darcy_jensen]

➸ featherpaw
⇸ apprentice / nine months / tags brakenpaw, fawnstep

the young molly beamed at brakenpaw’s response, for she enjoyed knowing that her clanmates and friends were well. “oh, I’m okay,” she replied truthfully, taking a moment to glance at the tabby. he would make a strong warrior in the future, and perhaps a leader beyond that, featherpaw was sure of it. silence settled over the pair, but thankfully it was comfortable rather than awkward.

“I can’t imagine clan life without the prophecy,” she brought up quietly as the apprentices gazed at the camp. due to being born only a month after the last sign of starclan, featherpaw has grown up in the environment that feared the rain season that was quickly approaching. “I wonder what it would be like to talk to starclan,” her voice trailed off absentmindedly, her grey eyes usually so bright with joy now downcast. taking a moment to clear her thoughts, featherpaw rose to her paws and flashed the tom a smile before padding away to find her mentor.