𝔾ℝ𝕆𝕍𝔼ℂ𝕃𝔸ℕ !!
# of cats; 02
servings consumed; stockpiling (2)
next moonpool visit; none, never visited
𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕘𝕠,
The wind howled through Badgerstar's ears, forcing him to duck his head into the gale as he trudged back toward camp, black pelt blanketed by white snow. The hunt had been surprisingly fruitful; two squirrels he had cornered in a hollow, and a pigeon that had been snowed out of the air. He carried his prizes back through the dark, panic seizing his chest at the thought he might not ever make it back. This had been a silly idea, he realized suddenly. He should have stayed in camp. Under the snow, his foot hit something solid, and he yowled, falling face first into the snow.
"Fox dung!" He spat, sitting up and shaking out his fur, before collecting his food again. After a few moments, he stood, and continued to trudge in the direction of camp, oblivious to the shape following him at a distance through the snow. Badgerstar could not begin to describe the relief he felt as the willow tree's leaves brushed his back, and he stepped into the tunnel, sheltered briefly from the blizzard. Not quite ready to face the abysmal weather again, he put down the kill he was carrying, and shook the fur out of his snow. There was a grunt from behind him, and he turned, rapidly.
Behind him stood a she-cat, tall and stocky with an intelligent, observant face. Also on her face was a glob of snow dislodged from his coat. He gaped, unsure of how this cat had managed to sneak up on him. She shook her head, and turned slightly to brush off her snout with a paw, and he caught sight of a long scar along her left flank. Finally, the dumbstruck awe faded, and he found himself able to speak.
"Who are you?" He demanded, doing his best to sound the brave and regal leader Dovestar had promised him he would be.
"My name is Lionheart," she mewed, "and there's no need for the hostility. I saw you hunting, and I was hoping you and your clan could offer me shelter. My clan disbanded three moons ago, and I've been on my own ever since." Her voice startled him, low and baritone, with the underlying twinge of authority he was keenly aware that his own lacked.
"Well," he replied, coughing nervously, "I can give you shelter, but there's not much of a clan. It's just me at the moment."
"Just you?" She sounded confused. "How did that happen?"
"It's a long story," Badgerstar sighed, before casting a glance at the kill, "if you help me carry this to my den, I'll tell you the whole thing. I think we have time on our side."
𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪,
"Eighteen moons," the ginger she-cat mewed incredulously, padding alongside Badgerstar. The black tom was having significant trouble getting through the snow, as he was much shorter than his companion. "I have never heard of a leader being appointed at eighteen moons. You're sure you're not clan born?"
"I told you," he mewed, before giving a frustrated hiss and leaping up and out of the snow, only to smack down into it, "I don't remember anything before I was six moons old. I just remember going to the two-leg place, and that's it. But if Dovestar is my great great grandmother, then maybe I am."
"I still think it's odd," Lionheart muttered.
"That's because you're a cynic," he replied airily, smiling impishly as Lionheart gave an annoyed 'hmph' sound, and lashed her tail. "Anyway," Badgerstar said, "it's more important that the weather has died down. I thought we were going to be stuck in my den forever! And then I would never find new cats, and we would never be able to found Groveclan like Dovestar intends for me to do."
"Oh," said Lionheart, amused, "so it's 'we' now, is it?"
"I hope so," Badgerstar replied, before hesitating briefly. "You are staying, aren't you?"
"Well," Lionheart paused, obviously thinking, "my clan is gone, and my clanmates are scattered. It's not as if I have anywhere else to go... so," she cleared her throat, "I am at your command, Badgerstar." The black tom beamed, tail raising in excitement, and consequently dumping more snow onto his back, causing him to yowl. Lionheart chuckled good-naturedly in amusement.
"Sorry," he replied sheepishly, "let's go hunting together. We need to make sure the fresh-kill pile has enough for any cats that might be seeking shelter after the weather." Lionheart nodded.
"To the forest? That's the best place to hunt around here, isn't it?"
"To the forest! And hopefully to new friends, too!"
[ badgerstar and lionheart look for new cats while hunting ]
Leader:
badgerstar | 18 moons | ♂ | 🌷
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★
Deputy:
name | age | ♀/♂ | [url=link]🌷[/url]
Medicine Cat:
name | age | ♀/♂ | [url=link]🌷[/url]
Warriors:
lionheart | 39 moons | ♀ | 🌷
name | age | ♀/♂ | [url=link]🌷[/url]
Apprentices:
name | age | ♀/♂ | [url=link]🌷[/url]
name | age | ♀/♂ | [url=link]🌷[/url]
Queens:
name | age | ♀/♂ | [url=link]🌷[/url]
name | age | ♀/♂ | [url=link]🌷[/url]
Kits:
name | age | ♀/♂ | [url=link]🌷[/url]
name | age | ♀/♂ | [url=link]🌷[/url]
Elders:
name | age | ♀/♂ | [url=link]🌷[/url]
name | age | ♀/♂ | [url=link]🌷[/url]
affiliate clans wrote:ally clans;crescentclan |
chasing the moon
Clan Name | Username
enemy clans;Clan Name | Username
Clan Name | Username
borders;north | Clan Name | Username
east | Clan Name | Username
south | Clan Name | Username
west | Clan Name | Username
inventory wrote:medicine store;
Herb | Usage
Herb | Usage
fresh-kill pile;
mouse | x0 | 0 servings
vole | x0 | 0 servings
rabbit | x0 | 0 servings
bird | x1 | 3 servings
fish | x0 | 0 servings
squirrel | x2 | 4 servings
relationships wrote:mentors;
mentor | apprentice [#]
↪ skill, skill, skill, skill
mentor | apprentice [#]
↪ skill, skill, skill, skill
deceased cats;
name | cause
name | cause
family/mates;
name and name
↪ kit names
name and name
↪ kit names
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