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[Dreamscancometrue]

Howlfrost//tom//elder//30 moons

He blinked at she-cat, hardly recognising the sound of his name coming out of another cat's mouth that wasn't Gardenia.
"Hello Soulflame." He mewed softly, dipping his head. She had dared speaking to him, knowing there might be consequences. "I think Gardenia has something she wants to say." He nodded towards the leader. She hadn't noticed him speaking to another she-cat yet. His heart fluttered at the sight of her even still.

[eleutheromania]

ＳＯＵＬＦＬＡＭＥ || molly || fifteen moons || tags; howlfrost

she cast a glance towards the tom for a moment before returning her gaze towards the sky above. when she was greeted in return, her ears flicked, acknowledging his greeting. speaking with the elder, which she had found out was not something gardenia wanted anyone to do. it was like the tom was specifically her one and only exclusive prisoner. when howlfrost continued to speak, she listened, rolling her eyes at the prospect of either listening to a long drawn out speech or more rules to follow. "i'm sure she does and i'll choose whether or not to actually listen.....for once." a content purr escaped the molly at her own words. soulflame was definitely a head strong cat but she also knew how to lay low and play a role needed. the molly was young but far from inexperienced in some things, minus clan life of course. a soft chuckle escaped her from her own thoughts, she dare not share with anyone. she knew not who to trust and thus trusted no one.

[Incendiary-Active]

(may I join this rp?)

[Dreamscancometrue]

Howlfrost//tom//elder//30 moons.

He glanced at her. "It would be wise to follow her commands. Quickbird and Asterpaw have been in the medicine cat den for the past few days from the injuries they sustained." He meowed in a hushed voice. He was tired of seeing his Clanmates die. Bubblingbrook had enough on her paws as is. "Look I don't like this either, but in order to get our Clan back, we have to be alive."

[legend speaker]

》GOLDENHEART !!

queen┊molly┊tags: open┊location: camp

xxHer soft golden eyes seemed dull in the dark den, the feline finding herself uncomfortable in the feather-lined nest specifically for the softer life of a queen. Her paws itched for adventure, but since the leadership of Gardenia, the now "queen" sat uncomfortable in camp. The line between molly and tom only seemed more obvious now that females were forced into the petite, almost kittypet-soft life. Goldenheart clawed gently at the moss before trekking outside of the den, orbs suddenly fixated on the molly upon the high ledge above the other cats, and out of the anxiety from being watched did she lick down her pelt, cleaning it free of moss and other bedding bits. She dearly missed the cats lost in the rebellion against her and the loyalists, and the clan was just about the verge of breaking apart, just about scaring the fur off of her.
xxHer ears flicked gently, overhearing bits and pieces of conversation between the only elder and Soulflame. She argued against joining them, the watchful eye of Gardenia upon them all, and bathed carefully outside of the den where she now resided.

》DAPPLEPOOL !!

queen┊molly┊tags: open┊location: camp

xxThe queen had spent restless amounts of nights awake in the den, fur itching with the thought of being confined here like some poor damsel in one of the elders stories way back when they were around, and she was merely a kit or apprentice. She watched Goldenheart leave, almost feeling despair rolling off every cat in this clan -- excluding the cats loyal to Gardenia, they seemed quite content being ordered around. She remained in her bed, silently aching from lack of sleep, hoping that sleep would succumb her to a sweeter dream, or StarClan themselves take her for themselves, as they have done to the other cats that outright disobeyed their new leader. Is StarClan even watching over us anymore? The thought haunted her, and with this she curled up in a sad attempt to try and get some rest.

》CINDERPAW !!

apprentice┊molly┊tags: open┊location: camp

xxShe's asleep, for lack of a better response, she deserves some of it anyways. A squirrel plagued her dreams, unable to be caught but the thrill of the chase entertained her enough until the dream would disappear and she would endure the harshness of the real world. For now, she rests. <3

[eleutheromania]

ＳＯＵＬＦＬＡＭＥ || molly || fifteen moons || tags; howlfrost

while the tom did have a point, she had never said she would not follow, just she would not listen if she felt it lacked enough interest for her. a soft huff escaped her as her gaze moved towards howlfrost for the first time since their greeting. "you do have a point, though you have not known me long enough to know the capabilities i may have. your clan mates may be fighting for their lives or currently passed but they hold no emotional value to me at the moment. while i do understand your sorrows, i'm planning to stay alive long enough to see her fall." she said softly in response. soulflame brought a paw up to her face, gave it a lick and rubbed it over her ear, cleaning her face.

ＳＨＡＤＯＷＳＴＥＰ || tom || forty one moons || tags; ---

the tom stretched his limbs as he padded out of the den. moss hung from his short pelt from his bedding as he exited. sitting down, he began to groom through his fur with his rough tongue, ridding himself of his tag a longs. the onyx tom the glanced around the entire camp, seeing who was awake and who was probably still sleeping. a yawn escaped him as his eyes settled on the main cat, perched and regal, almost as if she owned the place, but technically she did.

ＳＴＡＧＬＥＡＰ || tom || twenty moons || tags; ---

the tom was already out and about, joyfully so oddly enough. with a clean pelt and a full belly, he buried the scraps that no one would eat. pushing himself up to his paws, he padded towards the center of camp, the warm rays of the sun already warming his pelt. it wouldn't seem like a miserable day heat wise but he knew it would be uncomfortable hot for him.

[eleutheromania]

ＳＯＵＬＦＬＡＭＥ || molly || fifteen moons || tags; howlfrost

while the tom did have a point, she had never said she would not follow, just she would not listen if she felt it lacked enough interest for her. a soft huff escaped her as her gaze moved towards howlfrost for the first time since their greeting. "you do have a point, though you have not known me long enough to know the capabilities i may have. your clan mates may be fighting for their lives or currently passed but they hold no emotional value to me at the moment. while i do understand your sorrows, i'm planning to stay alive long enough to see her fall." she said softly in response. soulflame brought a paw up to her face, gave it a lick and rubbed it over her ear, cleaning her face.

ＳＨＡＤＯＷＳＴＥＰ || tom || forty one moons || tags; ---

the tom stretched his limbs as he padded out of the den. moss hung from his short pelt from his bedding as he exited. sitting down, he began to groom through his fur with his rough tongue, ridding himself of his tag a longs. the onyx tom the glanced around the entire camp, seeing who was awake and who was probably still sleeping. a yawn escaped him as his eyes settled on the main cat, perched and regal, almost as if she owned the place, but technically she did.

ＳＴＡＧＬＥＡＰ || tom || twenty moons || tags; fawnleaf

he heard light paw steps approaching him and glanced in that direction. the tabby tom smiled when he spotted fawnleaf approaching and greeting him. "good morning fawnleaf. i am doing swell, how about you? how'd you sleep?" the tom asked her in response cheerfully. stagleap sat down, curling his tail around his paws looking at the molly as he waited for her response.

[believe-hwu]

✦ 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅 - 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝒾𝒸
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xxxx[name;; strikestep]xx[age;; 40 moons]x[gender;; male]x[location;; camp]x[mood;; calm]x[pair;; plainpelt]x[app.;; cinnamonpaw]x[tagged;; mention of plainpelt]
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The sleek white tom returned to the camp, carrying two mice and a robin in his jaws. He carefully placed his catches into the prey pile, unsure of whether or not it was alright to drop off something to Plainpelt. Perhaps not yet. Does she have something to say?

✦ 𝒟𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 - 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁
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xxxx[name;; ducksong]xx[age;; 13 moons]x[gender;; male]x[location;; camp]x[mood;; unsure]x[pair;; vixenprint]x[tagged;; vixenprint]
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The soft tuxedo gave the leader a glance when she rose, feeling another cat's gaze on his pelt and turned to see his pair. I don't like the whole pairing thing. I don't want to force anyone to be in a relationship with me. He kept the look on his face blank as he awaited the leader to announce. . . well, something.

[Lance-McClain]

gardenιa - ғeмale - тwenтy-ѕeven - leader - w/ the clan
The molly hummed softly as soft morning light filtered through the trees and warmed away the chilly fog that had yet to dissipate. She sat before her den, thick tail curled over her paws and twitching gently as warriors and queens alike woke up for the day. She looked to Strikestep and nodded to him, happy to see at least one of her warriors was doing his job despite the early hour of the day.

Gardenia's eyes scanned the small clearing, looking to see which of her warriors was awake and ready to do his job, when her eyes fell on Soulflame speaking to her Howlfrost. A light growl bubbled up her throat and her eyes narrowed before she corrected herself and looked away. She couldn't fault the young she-cat for talking to him, no one else in the Clan would, though she'd prefer if nobody talked to him at all, aside from her and the mate she chose for him. Not like she could really punish the young queen, either, as it wasn't against her laws to speak to the Elders and make sure they didn't die in their sleep.

нawĸwнιѕperѕ - мale - тнιrтy-ѕιх - warrιorѕ - w/
Hawkwhispers woke with a start, his dream quickly fading from memory and rendering him confused at why he was so quick to awaken. He remembered something about flowers and blood but other than that, it was a jumbled and random mess. He shook his head to rid his mind of those thoughts before standing up and stretching until he felt his stiff back muscles slowly relax. He must've slept wrong if his back was so sore and wound up.

The large tabby had just exited the warriors den, and was about to make his way to the fresh kill pile to ease his aching stomach, when he noticed Gardenia sitting perched in front of her den, clearly about to make an announcement but waiting for others to wake before doing so. She never made her speeches or said anything from atop the leaders den, not since that fateful day when she killed Wolfstar, and Hawkwhispers could only assume it was because she'd rather be ground level with everyone so she could walk around them and intimidate them while she spoke, daring them to speak up about her.

cιnnaмonpaw - мale - nιne - apprenтιce - w/ Briskpaw
The world came back to Cinnamonpaw slowly and silently. He had been running in a field of puddles full of starlight and flowers that shone brighter than a full moon at it's highest point, in an unknown area, but he wasn't scared, or running from something. As far as he could remember, he seemed to be playing with someone but who, he didn't know. He remembered laughing and speaking to whoever he was with, with such a familiarity that they must've been someone he knew, though if they were from this life or a past life was unclear. He was almost able to dip into that world again, to sink back into the starlight and the comfortable, assured safety he felt purring at his subconscious, when a sharp paw prodded him in the side, thus ruining his chance at ever getting back to sleep.

"Come on, Cinnamonpaw, Gardenia is about to make an announcement and you know how she gets when she's kept waiting!" Said a chirpy voice, right in his ear that he concluded to be Briskpaw. Briskpaw had lost both his parents and younger brother in Gardenia's take over two moons ago and had, for some unknown reason, adopted Cinnamonpaw as his "older brother", despite the fact that they had never spoken more than two words to one another before he became an apprentice. The younger of the two had been made an apprentice early, at just barely four moons old, because of his parents "insubordination and failure to comply", whatever that meant. Cinnamonpaw was about to tell Briskpaw to go eat badger dung, when he got another sharp stab in his side and more insistent whining in his ear.

This was gonna be a long day...

ғlaмeғooт - мale - тwenтy-ѕeven - warrιor - w/
Flamefoot's bobbed tail wiggled in circles as he crouched low to the ground, eyes locked on the shrew before him. He just imagined the shrew as Gardenia and suddenly he didn't feel so bad for launching himself at it and trapping it's tail under his foot as it tried to escape him. His ears pressed against his head and his pupils narrowed as he glared down at the small creature, reveling in the fact that at least something was scared of him. Cinderstreak always told him he was too soft and that he should just retire to the nursery as a full time kit-watcher because nothing would see him as a threat. His jaw clenched at the unwanted memory of his dead sister, his only family.

Shaking his head, and trying to get the tears from his eyes to dissipate before he went back to camp, he bent down and killed the pathetic little creature at his paws before picking it up. If only eliminating threats was as easy as killing prey.

plaιnpelт - ғeмale - тнιrтy-тwo - qυeen - w/
Despite the early morning chill that still permeated the camp, Plainpelt sat outside the nursery unmoving. She nodded to any other "queen", or kit-bearer as Gardenia called them as Queen sounded to regal, that exited the stuffy little den. If she had her former mates confidence, she'd march up to the leader and demand that she make the nursery bigger so they weren't practically sleeping on each other every night. But sadly, she lost her spark of fierceness and confidence the day her kits died and she was renamed to "Plainpelt". She kept her eyes locked on the beautiful leader and narrowed her eyes.

нeaтнerĸιт - ғeмale - ғoυr - ĸιт - w/
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ѕwan - ғeмale - ѕevenтeen - qυeen - w/
Swan roamed around the forest surrounding the camp, giddy at the feeling of being free in the forest and not being contained to the camp to produce a new line of warriors for the crazy she-cat running the camp into the ground. Swan came to the camp when she was just six moons old, back when Wolfstar was still the leader and running the Clan with pride. He took her under his wing and showed her how to be a warrior and hunt and everything else she needed to know to be an efficient member of the colony. When the day came that she became a warrior, she was granted the right to keep her old name, as it had special and meaningful significance to her. Now it was just a reminder of everything she wasn't and would never be again because of the yellow eyed demon running her home into the ground.

Snarling, she whirled around to a tree, slashed it angrily, and headed back to the secret entrance she made when Gardenia announced her take-over of the clan.

She squeezed back into camp quickly and sighed when she saw that hardly anyone was out of their dens. Just as she was heading for the prey, her 'mate' exited the warriors den.

вrιѕĸpaw - мale - ѕιх - apprenтιce - w/ Cinnamonpaw
Briskpaw bounced around the apprentices den, his feet flying over the empty nests, until he stopped at Cinnamonpaw's. He buried his nose in the older tom's fur and nudged him gently, trying to be quiet as to not disturb the other apprentices. All he got in response was a huff. He tried again, this time pulling the brown cat's ear. Still nothing! Briskpaw hmphed at the other before rearing his front paw back and jabbing Cinnamonpaw right in the ribs. "Come on, Cinnamonpaw, Gardenia is about to make an announcement and you know how she gets when she's kept waiting!" He chirped quietly, right into his ear. Cinnamonpaw flicked his ear in response and continued to slumber, or ignore Briskpaw. Not one to be disappointed in a little bit of silence, the brown and gray apprentice jabbed him again and continued to pester his older counterpart.

[Dreamscancometrue]

Howlfrost//tom//elder//30 moons

Howlfrost made eye contact with Gardenia. He held it, showing no emotion. She didn't deserve his feelings.
"Just be careful Soulflame." He warned. He lashed his tail waiting for her to say something.

Bubblingbrook//she-cat///medicine cat//8 moons

She sighed and got up. She had to look strong for her Clan. A weak medicine cat truly does mean a weak Clan. She took a last look at Quickbird and Asterpaw, who was asleep for the moment. She was hoping he would pass in his sleep. She stepped out into the clearing and padded straight to their leader. Her fur shivered as she remembered the ceremony. Besides the leader, the medicine cat also attended the leadership ceremony.
"Gardenia, Quickbird passed away last night in his sleep." She told her, with her head held high. "His wounds were too bad." She meowed with a glance ar Shatteredheart. "Asterpaw will not last much longer." She added, knowing she was in earshot of her mother. "He would have made a fine warrior."


Shatteredheart//tom//warrior//24 moons

He looked at the medicine cat and huffed. "He would have made a fine warrior if he didn't have a traitor for a mentor." He meowed. The she-cat shot him a glare. He raised an eyebrow in amusement. He looked at Gardenia. "Why haven't we killed her?"

Foxstep//tom//warrior//12 moons

He looked at the leader hoping she would arrange a hunting patrol so he could get out of camp to stretch his legs. He wanted away from the tension. His Clanmates still haven't calmed down about the take over. He just wanted life to settle.