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(clovermask // (29 moons // (tom // (warrior // (tags: open

xxxxxxxxxxxxClovermask sat quietly next to the warriors den, grooming his chest fur with little attention
xxxxxxxxxxxxdirected towards his clanmates. He was tired, painfully so, and was still unsure of who he
xxxxxxxxxxxxcould trust within the clan. Making friends was hard for a tom so quiet, but he hoped his
xxxxxxxxxxxxsweet personality would do the job. He lifted his gaze towards the camp, which was in
xxxxxxxxxxxxa scuffle due to recent events, and sighed. Murder seemed to be uncommon in a clan,
xxxxxxxxxxxxor at least he hoped it was. The question that lasted on his mind was simple, but
xxxxxxxxxxxxhe did not speak it. Was there anything he could do to help? He could patrol, but there
xxxxxxxxxxxxwere patrols already out. He flicked his ear nervously and took in a sharp breath.

[pecos]

𝓛𝔂𝓷𝔁𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱
lynxbranch - male - 42 moons - warrior - tags: open

Lynxbranch had perched himself upon a rock that sat towards the edge of the clearing. His mind was still racked to its limits by the news of the murder of poor Finchflight. Yes, he did believe she was murdered. No predator would have left the body of their prey untouched. But Birchstar's wild accusation that there was a murdered in the midst of the clan, now that was nonsense. But yet, here he was, his eyes flicking from cat to cat, wondering if he could trust them. But, then again, he never really trusted anyone, even before the death of Finchflight.

[anonymous.aa]

( name thunderpaw ) - ( gender tom ) - ( age thirteen moons ) - ( rank apprentice ) - ( mood focused, dazed ) - ( tags hawkstep )

the tom nodded until the she-cat had abruptly left towards the north, and heading out of the camp. he ran towards her and started padding along side her. "will it just be us two training or will someone else join us?" he asked as the walked further and further into the woodlands. the woodland felt eerie than usual, a bit more foggy? or was it just him? it was still pretty chilly outside. was he sick? because he felt both warm and cold. probably just dazed too about the sudden death among the clan... he thought. he sure hoped it was that.

he blinked back into reality and started panting a bit, they were walking quite a far way from camp. ""are we there yet?" he questioned anxiously, "my paws are already getting sore."

[rookfern]

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she-cat ◉ 33 moons ◉ north of camp ◉ mentoring thunderpaw ◉ tag; thunderpaw

◉ "Just us." Hawkstep breathed quickly as she trotted along. As the woodlands grew denser, she slowed. At her apprentice's whine, she chuffed softly. Slowing to a stop, she turned to the young tom. "Alright. Here's fine. Any prey nearby?" The she-cat tasted the air herself after her question; the faint scent of a dove tickled her nose, but the bird had fled before they arrived. The smell of smaller prey coated her tongue, and her paws itched to hunt it herself. She shook off the urge and focused her attention on Thunderpaw.

[anonymous.aa]

( name thunderpaw ) - ( gender tom ) - ( age thirteen moons ) - ( rank apprentice ) - ( mood focused, excited, determined ) - ( tags hawkstep )

he sighed in relief as they stopped. hawkstep asked if there was any prey nearby, and he immediately pushed his nose up in the air and sniffed. he hinted some prey and then heard the soft scent of a nearby mouse or two. he hoped that was what she was looking for? "is it mouse?" he wondered. suddenly the mouse scent was creeping closer. so, he looked towards the direction of the scent and saw the smooth brown fur of the mouse. he took a glance at hawkstep and then fastened his gaze at the mouse...

he crouched low like any apprentice would do, and silently approached the mouse, his tail barely brushing the forest floor. his heart pumped against his chest, until he could wait no more and was close, or as he thought. he pounced to only miss it. he could barely catch the tail before it skittered off. mouse dung! he thought silently in his head. "um... i guess i missed, huh?"

[nightmyth]

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𓃲xxe l k s t r i d e.
a massive maine coon tabby tom with richly-colored black-brown
fur and pale green eyes — 33 moons — deputy

location: river
tags: investigation; greyflower, eaglepaw, silverstrike

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The deputy nodded as Silverstrike padded away, hoping he hadn’t done the wrong thing. He figured letting her go on her own might make her feel like he trusted her — he truly did — but now he realized it might’ve seemed like he just didn’t want her to be around him. I really need to get this whole deputy thing down, he thought to himself, flicking his ears. Deep down Elkstride knew that there were far more qualified cats to be in his position, but he suspected that he’d been chosen because he was on the younger side, reducing the chance that Birchstar would outlive another of his deputies. The voice of his apprentice drew him from his thoughts and he turned to face the tom. “Greyflower...?” Lifting his broad head, his stomach sank at the sight of the molly looking a bit disgruntled. StarClan, forgive me! He hadn’t even realized she was there — she hadn’t spoken with him and he hadn’t spoken with her; she was always a light-stepping cat and with his mind so focused on the investigation he hadn’t paid any mind to who was actually with him. The massive tabby cleared his throat and nodded, indicating with his tail where he’d sent Stonestrike and Robinson. “Right, good idea, Eaglepaw. Sorry, Greyflower, do speak up next time...I didn’t mean to exclude you.”
indentGiving his chest a quick lick of embarrassment, he turned and padded toward the bramble bushes he’d been eyeing, lowering his muzzle to the earth. As he padded closer his eyes locked on to a tuft of fur clinging to the bottommost tendrils, though he picked up the scent of rabbit around a dark hole that lead deeper into the thorny abyss. Turning to Eaglepaw, he nodded to the fur, wanting to see how perceptive the apprentice was. “What do you think of that?” Elkstride mewed, his eyes sparkling quizzically.

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𓃭xxs h a d e d f j o r d.
a tall, muscular brown tabby tom with tufted ears, an ingrained
scowl, and sage green eyes — 42 moons — warrior
location: camp
tags: juniperflight

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The tabby warrior had retreated into the forest after Birchstar had sent the gathered clan scrambling for their duties, not wanting to fall under his leader’s wrath. Prior to the clan’s discovery of Finchflight’s death, Shadedfjord had been hunting by himself, having left just before sunrise so that his mate, Juniperflight, could wake up to fresh, warm prey. He’d managed to catch a shrew and a thrush before deciding to return home, only to find the patrol who’d found Finchflight’s body on his way. Having buried his catch, he was now going back to retrieve it, now wanting to have his work go to waste. The fur on his spine tingled and he cast worried looks over his shoulder often as he padded through the undergrowth. Was Birchstar right? Did the clan really house a murderer? Would his family be safe? A burning sensation filled his body as he thought of sinking his claws into anyone who dared to harm a hair on any of his loved ones’ bodies. Coming upon the place where he’d stored his cache, he dug up the now cold and stuff prey, closing his jaws around the prey and heading swiftly back to camp.
indentHis nerves worked up, Shadedfjord froze when he came to the camp entrance and heard someone exclaim: “Is she injured?” and then: “What happened?!” Thinking it might be his own beloved mate, the ticked tabby warrior burst into the camp, his tail bushed out and bristling. Only when he saw Finchflight’s body and Ravenclaw approaching it did he realize that nothing was wrong with Juniperflight. Feeling like an idiot, Shadedfjord forced his fur to lie flat as he padded towards his mate, who happened to be lying in the nursery’s entryway. All this death and murder-talk is going to make squirrels of us all! he thought, though he was determined to keep it all together. He considered himself to be a tough cat, but then again, with a mate and kits on the way, he knew he couldn’t be so at ease with the prospect of going toe-to-toe with danger. Approaching Juniperflight, he felt his anxiety melt away like mist under the sun, his gaze softening considerably. “Hi, love,” he murmured, setting down his prey and leaning forward to touch his nose to her ear. “How are you feeling?” Shadefjord figured she’d be thinking about the clan’s situation as well and wanted her to be able to comfide in him. Settling down beside her, he relished the feeling of her rounded belly pressing against his side, swollen with their kits.

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𓅪xxl a r k p a w.
a pretty and spirited golden tabby she-cat with a lean build and
pale blue-green eyes — 8 moons — apprentice

location: camp
tags: windpaw, (twistedpath, wolfheart, lotuspaw)

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Larkpaw let out a snort of laughter, not at Windpaw, but at the ridiculousness of Littlechirp’s wishes. “What a mouse-brained thing for her to say...you’re right; how can you defend yourself when you’re being trained to fight like an elder?” Glancing around, the tabby apprentice mewed quietly: “I can teach you some real moves, if you’d like. We can sneak out and practice...imagine the surprise when you knock Twistedbranch right on her tail the next time she trains with you!” Eyes glittering with mischief, she reveled in the idea — and most especially the fact that Eaglepaw would absolutely hate it. Still, Larkpaw empathisized with her denmate. He was being treated like a delicate cat made of a thin layer of frozen ice, like something to be protected at all costs, and Larkpaw knew all too well what that felt like. Of course, she could see why Windpaw would need more lax training, but what she didn’t see was why he couldn’t just try something a step further. “If you only do what you can do, you’ll never be more than you are now...” she said quietly to herself, her tail curling around her paws. If there really was a murderer out there, then perhaps Windpaw did need her help. Larkpaw couldn’t imagine having to watch him die all because he was taught kitten fluff. Besides, he was trying his best, and any other cat in his situation probably would’ve given up trying to be a warrior, so the golden she-cat gave him kudos for that.

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𓂀xxa m i r a.
a mischievous golden-eyed she-cat with glossy black fur and a tall,
slender build — 29 moons — rogue / loner

location: forest (clan territory)
tags: sandtail

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Her prey in tow, Amira continued along through the shadowy undergrowth, her eyes continuously scanning the forest for signs of a clan cat. Suddenly, her paws caught on the woodpecker’s limp body, causing her to lurch forward. Letting out a low, mumbled stream of curses, she stopped and looked around for a nice tree to climb. She’d been saving her meal for when she returned to her nest, but she knew she couldn’t carry the large bird that far — her neck was already stiff from the effort, and her hungry belly was growling constantly. Approaching a sturdy oak tree, she took a swift leap up the side of its trunk, sinking her claws deep into the rough bark and hauling herself upwards. It was slow progress given the dead weight of the woodpecker forcing her down, but eventually she scrambled up on a thick and sheltered limb. Draping the bird over the branch, she placed one paw on it and began tearing into its breast, letting the feathers drift down to the forest floor like snow. Amira didn’t particularly care whether the clan came upon her messy feast’s remains, she was one hungry cat and they were surrounded by hundreds of plump pieces of prey; besides, she didn’t hunt on their territory often, only when the pickings were slim outside of it.
indentAs she ate, she reflected on the scene she’d witnessed while hunting her meal: a morbid slaughtering of an innocent clan cat by a grizzled old tom. The black loner hadn’t been around in the forest long enough to know their names, but the victim’s look of betrayal told her that she knew who was killing her and knew him well. While Amira was interested in the murder, she knew better than to meddle in the affairs of the clan and decided that she ought to keep away for awhile until they simmered down from the event. Movement in the distance caught her eye and she raised her head, her muzzle damp with blood and plastered with down and feathers. Narrowing her eyes, she followed the far-off quivering of bushes and grass that told her something was moving around down there. Was it a clan cat? Raising her muzzle, she parted her jaws and bathed her scent glands with the surrounding area, trying to pick out a whiff of her approacher. Sure enough, the earth-like smell of a StormClan warrior slammed into the roof of her mouth, overlaid by fresh, warm blood. Abandoning her meal, she leapt down the oak with ease and began prowling towards the cat, her movements smooth and cautious.

[Kydashing]

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Greyflower - She-cat - 25 moons - No crush/mate currently - Warrior - Tags: Patrol

Greyflower perked up as he heard the voice of Eaglepaw again. Her yellow eyes looked towards the apprentice, and softened. He is very aware of everyone, even me. Eaglepaw is diffidently a good tom, a cat i am sure will be someone other's respect when he is older. She then felt the quick gaze of Elkstrike, casuing her the become straighter and alert. "I-I apologize for not being more obvious. I should have said something, rather then have Eaglepaw say it for me." She then looked back to the younger tom. Her eyes said thank you, but she said nothing outloud before returning to see Elkstride had already looked away, moving his part of the patrol elsewhere.

Again, she felt akward and out of place. Her tail flicked nervously before she awoke from her thoughts and went after Robinsong and Silverstrike's direction.
She was expected, with the rest of the two groups, to find any evidence or traces towards the event connected to Finchfeather's death. The she-cat was young and it just seemed more mysterious then answers were allowing to be given.
Greyflower kept her eyes peeled to the ground, opening her mouth for scents around her. Her ears were a bit back, as the first two senses were her best suit. If the other two she-cats needed her, she'd speak up for sure this time.
Don't be a burden! Do something useful! She spat to herself.

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[rookfern]

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she-cat ◉ 33 moons ◉ north of camp ◉ mentoring thunderpaw ◉ tag; thunderpaw

◉ Hawkstep watched her apprentice stalk the mouse. Her whiskers twitched when the mouse darted out of his reach and disappeared into the undergrowth. "It would seem so." She replied. "Remember, keep your tail off the ground. A stray leaf or stick can give you away faster than being downwind of your prey." Hawkstep folded into a hunting crouch, the pose well-imprinted in her mind. Her tail drifted above the ground, only the tip of it twitching minutely.

"It's also important to know yourself and your limits. You must be able to judge how far away your prey is and how much you have to leap to reach it." The warrior sat back up, her attention on Thunderpaw. "Why don't you try again? I think there's still some prey around here somewhere."

[lavender.town]

♚Rena♚

♚||G;She-Cat|R;Loner|L;Forest|Tags;Open||♚
♚||"Can't let this moment end"||♚

Rena yawned and drew in the crisp air. A cold breeze swept through her fur. Stretching out her front paws she wrapped her tail around the bark beneath her. She had just awoken, and now drew in the rich forest scents. She sat up in a tall tree. She usually slept in trees, it was safer as badgers and foxes couldn't climb, she was good at balancing (even in her sleep) and she just liked being high up. She scented many things, a thrush fluttering by in the distance, a squirrel scrambling up a tree and a vole scuttling through the underbrush. A stale fox scent swept her way in the wind, but it was from many days ago and clearly the fox had not yet returned to its den. Prey would be plentiful, and finally Rena would get to nibble on a juicy piece of fresh-kill. Shaking her fur, she studied her surrounding with her eyes this time. All was calm and peaceful, like it should be.

♚Ice♚

♚||G;Tom|R;Loner|L;River|tags;Open||♚
♚||"Cut out all the ropes and let me fall"||♚

The kit squeaked and squealed in fright. In the small ferns that nested him, his tiny tail thrashed about while he cried out, begging for food. Icy cold water drops lapped at his fur, splattering him as the river rushed by next to him. A breeze, like a mighty gust of wind to the kit, sent waves of cold wind into his thin and unkept fur, dragging along his body as it went. He had been squealing their for a day now, since his mother had dropped him there. The tiny kit had been abandoned and left to starve, and if he wouldn't eat soon he may die. The kit wailed but his dry throat could barely carry out a sound from his mouth. His white fur was damp and freezing, and what he needed right now was someone to find him. Anyone. Or the kit would die.

[skywalker,]

♔（ ＲＯＢＩＮＳＯＮＧ！ ）
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[ female ] [ twenty-nine moons ] [ has a crush on Ravenclaw ] [ warrior ] [ tagged with patrol, Ice, Juniperflight and Shadedfjord]

⇨ The female nodded at Silverstrike. This obviously wasn't easy on the molly, and Robinsong could understand that. Hopefully she was right; Starclan pray things would get better. It was a little bit later that Elkstride told them to split up, and Robinsong nodded, but before she could leave with Stonestrike to check out the ferns near the river, she heard Eaglepaw speak up, saying that Greyflower was still there, and that the grey molly should join herself and Stonestrike. The ginger molly tilted her head slightly, but smiled at the bashful young tom. Robinsong happily shook her head as Greyflower soon joined her and Stonestike "We'll be checking by the ferns, Elkstride" Robinsong called in her breezy voice, before padding off towards the ice cold, rushing river.

When they reached the ferns, Robinsong broke off from Stonestrike and Greyflower, telling them she would check a little further up the river. She sniffed around the edges of the ferns, shivering slightly when she felt the ice cold water droplets hit her pelt. She sighed as she thought about Finchflight. The molly had been so young, her life taken away from her much to quickly. It was such a shame really. She hoped no young cat would ever have to go through that again. That's when suddenly a sound hit her ears; a high pitch wailing, almost drowned out by the loud gurgling of the stream beside her. She narrowed her fern green eyes, slightly confused. Had her ears just deceived her, or had she heard a kitten wailing? She paused, and then heard it again, and confirmed that she had. She quickly maneuvered through the ferns, and as the wailing got louder, Robinsong grew more concerned.

When she poked her head through a large bundle of ferns, a gasp left her mouth as she looked down. In the middle, nestled and freezing, was a tiny white kitten, mewling helplessly. It looks not older than a few days. Robinsong pulled her head from the ferns, and looked around for any signs another cat had been here. When she saw no sign of any other feline around, she poked her head back inside the ferns and frowned deeply. Who would just leave a tiny kitten here alone? When it wailed again, Robinsong's ears flattened to her head "No, no little one. Don't cry." She hushed, gently nuzzling the tiny things snout. She had no idea who's kitten it was, but that didn't matter. She had made up her mind. She gently stepped closer, and licked the little thing to warm it up. Then she picked it up gently, and padded softly back towards camp, totally forgetting about the patrol she had been in.

When she reached camp, she felt extremely flustered. Questions were running through her mind at a mile a minute. Who was going to nurse the kitten? She didn't have kits of her own, so she couldn't give the little one milk herself. Then she remembered Juniperflight; she was expecting kittens! Robinsong was then scrambling quickly towards the nursery with the wailing bundle in her jaws, ignoring the odd looks she got as she reached the nursery entrance. When she poked her head through, she saw Juniperflight with her mate, Shadedfjord. She gently place the kitten down at her paws "J-Juniperflight?" She whispered "I'm so sorry to bother you, b-but... I found this kitten near the river, and I couldn't leave it. I panicked; it looked so hungry and scared. When I got here you were the only cat I could think of who could f-feed him..." She shuffled her paws furiously, looking at the ground but she felt extremely hopeful. Juniperflight was an exceptionally sweet cat, and Robinsong knew she wouldn't shun any kitten.

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[ male ] [ thirty-two moons ] [ no crush ] [ warrior ] [ tagged with Burdockclaw ]

⇨ Gullnose nodded at Burdockclaw. She understood how he felt, and he understood how she felt. When they finished off the mouse, he cleaned his whiskers and face, and shook out his pelt slightly "I'm glad you agree. Young cats take time for granted" he chuckled slightly, blinking down at his feet. He closed his eyes for a moment, before allowing them to flutter open once more and look towards Burdockclaw "Things will get better though, I know it. We'll catch the murderer and put an end to the fear. It's gonna be alright." he said with confidence, looking away towards the sky, hoping he was right himself; you never really did know what the future had in store. He hummed softly "Finchflight will be missed, but we must move on, for her sake." he nodded, watching as clouds whisked by in the slowly moving, blue depths of the sky. He suddenly stood up, and smiled towards the molly once again "Thank you for sharing a mouse with me, Burdockclaw. I'm glad we could talk. Try not to stress to much over this, alright? I'll see you around" He rumbled, smiling at her. His whiskers twitched before he padded off, waving his tail happily in goodbye. He watched the camp idle around, some chatting and others greeting each other. That's when he saw Robinsong whisk by, and he tilted his head, but didn't really think much of it. She was a smart cat, whatever she was up too, she would solve. He yawned and sat in a nice sunny spot in camp, and laid down, allowing for the sun to soak into his fur and warm his skin. A purr rumbled in his throat as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the temporary peace.