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(( forty-five moons • tom • h. leader • the alleyway • tagged;; finchstep, loonfrost, beetlestar, members of the patrol
- The awakening had begun. Few stood tall with sleep nonexistent in their eyes. The vast majority were just batting their eyes open and quite a few others trying to lull themselves back into slumber. He lowered his large ears, eyeing the scene with a somber feeling building. Vanillastar wasn’t one for sadness but he couldn’t shake the feeling of wrongness. The sad feeling of incorrectness shifted into a more bitter tone. Beetlestar might not be feeling what he and possibly others felt. Once born to a place, you heart lies in it forever. It was a fact of life. The familiarity would never be shook. Thoughts of safety would always come easy opposed to those who knew nothing of the land. His mother roamed these strange places and must have infused some longing into him. Vanillastar flicked his tail in annoyance as he tried to recall where Beetlestar had first set his paws. He couldn’t remember if they first touched the concrete or the forest floor. But no doubt there were pieces of this place laying with the large tom. The memory of his mother must lie here so this place must be to him what the scent of milk and earth was to Vanillastar. ‘Pah!’ Vanillastar thought. To find this place homey is to be insane. Cinderfrost was correct to settle in the forest, thought her decision on clan was ill-chosen. Vanillastar huffed through his nose. He had irritated himself thoroughly and so early in the morning. His ability of continuous thinking was a curse during these times. It changed his pleasant mood to sour ones in the matter of moments. The rapid turn of emotions made him seem rather…he couldn’t place a claw to it. Emotional wasn’t the word he was looking for. He flicked his ear a few times and demanded his brain to let it be. He didn’t feel like going on another train of thought that would just excite whatever emotion he was feeling. He lashed his tail, turning his attention back to Finchstep. He wanted nothing more than to dismiss her now. He was no longer in a talking mood. He wished for the patrol to form and be sent out so he could get on with his day. Vanillastar dug his claws into the ground. Everyone was lollygagging far too much. The time to relax was no more. “I have decided what you have to say can be relayed to me later, Finchstep.” He kept his voice controlled. “Speak with Loonfrost in my stead.” Vanillastar rose to a sitting position despite the ache in his bones. He took a few brisk steps away from his medicine cat and deputy. “Morning patrol!” He called out, casting a short glaring glance at the group of Mapleclan cats. Vanillastar stole his gaze away towards Emberfoot. He gave her a short nod and flicked his ear towards the group of lazing cats. The quicker she took control, the better. The patrol would be doomed to stupidity if Clayfur took the reins.
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(( thirty-six moons • tom • m. warrior • the alleyway • tagged;; basiltoe, adderstrike, stagleap, softpaw
- A smile broke across his tired face as Basiltoe came to. He was a bit sorry she would have to face the merger with only Adderstrike by her side. A mass of cats versus just two. If Vanillastar was preparing to execute Mapleclan this was a brilliant idea. As bitter as the thought was, it was a tad unjustified, no matter how suspicion he thought of the others. They had their morals. Maybe not all the time but they were certainly there sometimes. The way they had ambushed patrol after patrol before had him feeling those morals were quite low but they usually didn’t kill anyone doing it. He glanced down at Adderstrike. A pang rippled through him as he noted the fate of his kin was the reason one would say usually. War was war but ambushes were low no matter how ‘tactically sound’ Heathclan said they were. If a cat wanted to fight, they should face the other in the face and say so. Not wait downwind for a patrol to get too close to a border. “Don’t mingle if you don’t want to. Nothing is harder than faking you want to be somewhere.” Clayfur nodded to Adderstrike in a way to say he heard his thanks. “I wish you could come with us though. It feels wrong leaving the both of you behind.” He scratched behind his ear, a fair amount of hair falling off him. He’d have to groom himself to get all of this shed off. “When we come back you guys can tell us how you faired and I’ll bring something tasty back for the both of you.” Clayfur was going to see if his patrol partners were as awake as he before he felt a pointed gaze on him. He grimaced. “Is his majesty getting his fur in knots already?” Clayfur huffed, thinking of the stories about monarchies he would hear from passing rouges and loners. He would not be ruled by anyone. Clayfur turned his face from Vanillastar and kept himself firmly in place. When Stagleap and Softpaw got up, he’d go. Or when he felt his time limit of defiance run out.
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(( eight moons• molly • h. apprentice • the alleyway • tagged;; otterpaw & creekpaw ((m;; fogpaw, rookpaw, nettlepaw))
- Scorchedpaw beamed at Otterpaw’s enthusiasm. There was little else to be said on the situation other than Creekpaws response. “We should talk to,” She glanced around, trying to find the cat she had just been looking at. “that one first!” She pointed at Fogpaw with a paw. She looked up at Creekpaw, hopping her suggestion would tempt him into saying yes. “We should bring someone else too. Maybe Rookpaw?” It would be easier to advance to the older cats if they had more in their party. “Afterall I bet Neetlepaw is still mad about yesterday anyway. Or doing Medicine cat things. Maybe if she isn’t too prickly we can see what she found out about Mapleclan medicine cats.” Scorchedpaw jumped to her paws. She took a few hops forward, eager to talk to Fogpaw and pelt the other with questions. This was going to turn a fun day.
