➵𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚗➵ [CLOSED]

[rose petals.]

Shade {Nightkit}|tom|loner| tags; Frost, open

With a sigh Shade realized that his sister would soon be returning. He was about to turn around when he saw under the thin ice sheet a glimmer of movement. The black tom thrust his paw onto the ice. The fish, tired from it's hibernation did don't move in time. As Shade threw it onto the ice it began to crack, fearing it might fall through he took it up in his teeth. The cat frowned at his catch. It was small for a common sunfish, which was not big whatsoever. But it was the best catch the tom had managed to scrape together in moons. Deciding the trail of fish blood would lead hungry badgers, foxes, and those dreaded clan cats. Shade shuddered. He wasn't sure whether it was from the cold or the though of clan cats. The tom had grown to despise them. It's not right for cats to live in groups. Outside of blood ties of course! Shade's thoughts made him extend his claws. Picking up his catch Shade returned.

[Willow-way]

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Willowfether
age 31 moons
gender female
rank warrior
location sitting towards the side of camp
tagged saberfoot(ish)

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Willowfeather was still purring after Saberfoots prank. Such lightheartedness was hard to find in the clan when everything was so dark. She could understand why Bearpaw would be mad but not why he could not see the humor in the situation. She gave Saberfoot a gentle humorous slap with her tail. "Saberfoot, I may be fluffy, but I am not fluffy enough to hide your fat butt. Though I may say. Bravo. Might be the best thing that's happened since the sun didn't rise. But Bearpaw sure did." She teased joyfully giving a mrow of laughter. Willowfeather was generally a sort of happy cat but little did she laugh.

[catephant]

ooc;; @Scooter. i sincerely apologize and take full responsibility [unless someone else wants to join me in this...] if this amazing rp gets turned into a crack version of something great. also, if i ever go too far with my jokes, let me know and i'll fix it [i've been in a weird mood lately...].

|name|saberfoot |age|28 m. |gender|male |mood|amused|interested|!EXCITED! |location|to the side of camp |tagged|Willowfeather

Saberfoot peered from behind Willowfeather, still recovering from his bout of laughter. There was nothing better than mentally attacking a 'friend' in pure jest [Especially, if that 'friend' is Bearpaw he thought with a mrrow]. The black tom turned his attention back to his most recent victim-- play thing-- toy?-- whatever the term was [without sounding like a creepy elder] just to see the apprentice flirting with Rainpaw [...maybe his caution was unwarranted...].
To Saberfoot, it was obvious: the attraction Bearpaw had for Rainpaw, but he wasn't one to stalk and tell [even if he was one to stalk]. A quick glance around the clearing revealed Falconstar to not be in his line of vision, as he had first thought [Thank Starclan.] and he returned his attention to the apprentices, eyes following the younger tom's actions with acute precision [This is gonna be interesting]. Unfortunately [or fortunately, depending which side you were on], it wasn't interesting enough. His attention quickly shifted to the molly he hid stood behind. There was much to be discussed. With a kitten-like spring, he bounced to Willowfeather's front, fluff rising and falling around him.
As he opened his mouth to introduce her to his amazing and spectacular plan for annoying Lostcreek, the she-cat scandalously mentioned his rather large-- [small and petite] rear end. Not to mention, the playful tail slap originally meant for his back or something [what he wanted to believe] landed itself straight in his face, causing him to fall down as if attacked.
Saberfoot yowled in mock pain while spitting imaginary hairs out of his mouth dramatically. "I've been struck!" Any hope of consoling the distressed tom went through the den entrance. He rolled on the ground and curled up in a ball. In a last ditch attempt to get pity from any cat whosoever, he reached out to Willowfeather, "T... tell... my mother... I love her." And that was that. The tom "died" from a tail to the face.
However, his attention span was short and it didn't take long for him to "resurrect". The plan burned in the back of his mind and was far more important than some pitiful acting. Saberfoot rolled onto his back and looked up at the molly with kitten-like mischief-- innocence. "I have a plan! For annoying Lostcreek!" His pure white rear end wriggled in anticipation and, without thinking, the massive tom batted playfully bat at the smaller cat's long fur [What? It's fluffy don't judge me. he says while turning his nose up]. Returning his attention to her face he waited for her reaction.

[luca balsa.]

Rainpaw
Female - Med. Apprentice - 11 Moons - Tags; - Bearpaw

She laughed and flicked his ear with her tail. "No he won't, he probably will more likely chew off Saberfoot's ears don't worry." She gave a soft smile. "Hey maybe we could join a hunting patrol? My mentor is still asleep so I have nothing to do. Besides my white coat might help to catch some food in this snow." She offered tilting her head a little bit.
(Sorry my posts are always so small XP I am not sure what else to add to make them longer)

[ᴠᴇʟʟɪᴄʜᴏʀ.]

ooc; The rp kind of needs Saberfoot. He adds something to the rp. He adds a nice break from the death and seriousness of it all.

Snowkit (alias - Frost) | 28 moons | Female | Loner | Tagging: Shade

Frost found Shade waiting for her as she returned with her 'fine' catch. She noticed that the black tom had managed to find his own prize while she was away. She couldn't help but feel relieved that she had his fish, no matter how small, to add to her puny bird. Frost dropped the bird into the snow in front of the tom, then her pale blue orbs focused on him. "Look who finally managed to get up." It was the first words from the molly's mouth. Frost drew her attention back to the small fish Shade had caught. "What a catch! Very impressive..." She said sarcastically. "Too bad mine's bigger. I think I've really outdone myself today." Frost sat with her tail wrapped around her paws, waiting for a response from Shade. Secretly, she was hoping that the tom would have a good comeback. She was in the mood for a battle of wit.

[Willow-way]

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Willowfether
age 31 moons
gender female
rank warrior
location sitting towards the side of camp
tagged saberfoot

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Willowfeather glanced around carefully, analyzing things in a split second before redirecting her attention. In that split second she saw two things. One was Bearpaw being grumpy. The second was Rainpaw consoling him, calming him down. Although Bearpaw had good reasons to be annoyed this time But, she also saw what was normal if you watched Rainpaw talk to someone. Rainpaw was always one of the nicer, kinder cats in the clan and Willowfeather had rarely ever seen her with a temper at all. Of course Rainpaw could grow out of such sweetness with age but WIllowfeather doubted it, such a sweet cat was, to say the lest special. Especially in these dark times with everything that has gone on.
Willowfeather redirected her attention back to Saberfoot though. He was a rather jolly tom despite the same fate she was sure he had suffered like evryone else. Agony, hatred, fear, the pain of losing a loved ones in the most dreadful way. But, she also knew that every cat in the clan no matter how young or old or how little there was of it had one thing. They all had hope for surivial, hope for things to get better, hope that maybe they could slowly replace the things missing that they all suffered in different ways...
The molly laughed though despite these thoughts. She smiled as Saberfoot pretended to be 'dead and even decided to play along. "Saberfoot no. not you too. If you can't survive how can the rest of us" Her tone was sarcastic though and WIllowfeather had a devilish grin on. Her face turned serious as Saberfoot told her that he had a plan for annoying Lostcreek and it almost appeared she was going to scold him. Before, her face light up like a light bulb. "You must tell me what you plan! And of course I must assist you with this uh.. Plan"

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▸▹BEARPAW◃◂
|| male || 8 moons || apprentice || tagged ~ open ||

Bearpaw's heart leaped at the thought of getting to spend more time with the pretty apprentice. "Really?" he meowed the excitement evident in his voice. Then to cover himself he got in a hunting stance in front of her his shoulders wiggling as if he was about to pounce. "I guess we can see how you compare to a real apprentice." His eyes flashed a challenge but the tone of his voice playful. Finally I can go hunting with someone other than these grumpy old warriors! Not that the warriors were always grumpy, most of the time they were very pleasant. But Bearpaw was almost always reminded that he was the youngest in the clan. They didn't often take him as seriously as he would like. Of course he thought all his ideas were golden, but they were often ignored because of his placement within the clan. Bearpaw would kill for another apprentice to grouch about chores with and someone to play with when they had free-time. Rainpaw was fun but she often had to be doing her medicine cat duties. Meaning Bearpaw had an awful lot of time on his hands to get into trouble with. Which he very often took advantage of.

[luca balsa.]

Rainpaw
Female - Med. Apprentice - 11 Moons - Tags; - Bearpaw & Lostcreek

Rainpaw let out a purr of amusement. "Well sorting herbs all day is not as fun as it looks. It good to get out and stretch my claws a bit." She mewed happily."And just because I am a medic apprentice that does not mean I am not a real one! I can hunt just as good as any other cat." She said in a proud yet playful tone. "Come on lets go find Lostcreek and ask when the next hunting party is going out!" She meowed and bounded off into the clearing looking for Lostcreek. Her ears flicked at the sound of many of her clanmates talking. She glances around for the She-cat and noticed her talking to Falconstar. "Hey Lostcreek mind if me and Bearpaw join the next hunting patrol?" She said as she bounded toward the deputy.

[petrichor.]

ʟᴏsᴛᴄʀᴇᴇᴋ
27 moons.female.deputy.falconstar/
rainpaw/bearpaw/willowfeather/
saberfoot

lostcreek dipped her head in acknowledgement of falconstar's words. as she left to gather her hunting patrol, the two apprentices of the clan had arrived in front of her. lostcreek silently listened to rainpaw's request, turning towards falconstar. "you'll have to ask you mentors, but i am okay with it. any extra help will be gladly accepted." she told the apprentices. in reality though, she was a tad bit worried the apprentices might encounter a few troubles in the harsh weather while hunting. lostcreek got up to go a find another cat to accompany her on the patrol. she arrived in front of two warriors in the clan, saberfoot and willowfeather. "willowfeather, i need you to join me on a hunting patrol. saberfoot, i think falconstar is looking for you and your large rear end for a border patrol. help him out and find him first," she chuckled at the tom. "we leave soon," she informed willowfeather.

[Solarian]

（name）leopardfrost
（age）30 m.
（gender）female
（mood）Hopeful
（location）Returning to camp
（tagged）None

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"Speech." / Thoughts.

Leopardfrost strolled back towards camp with a slight skip in her step. She decided being sad and remorseful wouldn't do a thing for her new and old clanmates. The past shouldn't get to her now. After all, the future was in the paws of Brokenclan. She believed one day everything would be alright again. Maybe forest hunting won't be so bad in the future, she'll have to adapt eventually. It might be possible that the river would thaw and the fish would return. Leopardfrost kept her mind in a new set state, ready to take on the new circumstances.