SCORPIONSTAR
tomcat • thirty-nine moons • leader • no crush • no mate • form • Spencer Reid
tags: softberry • mentions: hollowpaw, oliverwhisker
tags: softberry • mentions: hollowpaw, oliverwhisker
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Scorpionstar turned his slender head towards the medicine cat and smiled softly. He caught the slight glimmer of worry that still danced in her eyes and he knew they both had the same fear. Where would the disease strike next? Who? He blinked carefully and tipped his head to the side, certain Hollowpaw rested in the depths of the den, but he couldn’t know. He twitched his ears and reasserted himself again “Any news on the sickness?” he asked, his ears flickering towards the elders den. He wanted to speak with Oliverwhisker, to ask her of his choice in deputy. He had planned to pick the grey tom known as Stripeheart, knowing him to be a valiant warrior, he would offer so much for the clan and for himself. He was a clever cat and intelligent. He knew his way around the clan and he was a senior warrior at this point… but weren’t they all? They had all suffered through so much in such a short period of time, perhaps Starclan had truly turned their backs on them. His gaze flickered to the sky, they had offered him lives of a leader but had given him nothing to guide the clan on this sickness. There had not been a single dream sent from starclan to either cats, or at least not that he knew of and now he waited bitterly to see if the cats he offered his life too could give him something more.
SCORCHFUR
tomcat • sixty-nine moons • warrior • no crush • no mate • form • Alexander Hamilton
tags: tallears • mentions: bramblepool, brittlepaw
tags: tallears • mentions: bramblepool, brittlepaw
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Scorchfur twitched his tail, watching the other cats rally around him. He stood tall, chest puffed out, just like his grandfather had stood so long ago, waiting for his own patrol to join him. He twitched his ears, watching as each cat gathered, his eyes locking on Brittlepaw. She looked weak and unkempt… had her mentor already spoken with her or was Brittlepaw just being rebellious against keeping clean. Her and Oddpaw certainly had no mother to force grooming upon them, it was the mentors job now. He turned to Bramblepool but said nothing, just watched for a second before returning his amber gaze to Tallears. “I would like you to walk to my right, keep up with me, you are the ears of this and it may be to hot for prey to be out and about, we may need you to pinpoint prey in their tunnels” he offered, nodding respectfully to the cat at his side. The tom had large ears and he knew those ears were perfect for hunting, certainly they would not return empty pawed as many other hunting patrols had.
ODDPAW
she-cat • seven moons • apprentice to sandclaw • no crush • no mate • form • Rose Tyler
tags: sandclaw • mentions: brittlepaw
tags: sandclaw • mentions: brittlepaw
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The tom cat had turned to her with a silent stare, her pelt prickling under his gaze. She snapped her jaw shut, unwilling to say more as he rose to his paws. Pebbles shifted under his weight, making her ears flicker towards the scratching sounds beneath his paws, but his words left her feeling disappointed. Probably not? How was she ever going to learn in time to be a warrior? She felt her head drop slightly, but as quickly as it had dropped, it perked itself back up. He would teach her something and something was quite clearly better than nothing. She shifted, moving herself to his side and letting her muscles warm beneath the desert sun, not that she had much of an option. The warmth penetrated her pelt, soaking into the soreness that had settled in her marrow over-night. Her eyes skimmed over her sister, so bitterly defeated in her appearance, but why? She hadn’t been acting normal recently, her stare always blank as if nothing worked itself through her mind, her pelt ragged, weak, clinging together in some spots. No matter how much she groomed herself it seemed to stay that way and she was sure at this point Brittlepaw had just given up the idea completely. Even now, as she bounced beside her mentor, nothing seemed to matter. She didn’t actually betray a sense of excitement, she simply faked it. Oddpaw now turned her duel colored eyes onto the tomcat at her side “Brittlepaw is acting funny” she murmured, twitching her ears forward, her eyes filled with worry for her only sibling “She hasn’t been normal… she won’t drink… and she barely wants to eat… she’s not even grooming herself anymore” the she-cat murmured, her voice sliding from her through in quick, short spurts. She wasn’t sure why she was telling her mentor this, she had vowed not to bring it up to anyone, figuring it was something Brittlepaw would work out but it no longer seemed that was the case and perhaps she should see the medicine cat, at least for some herbs to make her feel better.