Reedclan v2 ☼ romance rp | open

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Oakheart
Fifty-Four Moons
Tom
Warrior

Tagged: Whitestar

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Oakheart paused, seeing Whitestar out of the corner of his eye. He felt his heart flutter, much to his embarrassment. He’d always harbored feelings for the she cat, even when they were apprentices. It was a secret that Oakheart’s mentor had taken to the grave. The tom had never acted on his feelings, knowing there was a good chance they would not be chosen as mates. There was no point in getting his hopes up. Oakheart padded over to Whitestar, setting his mouse down at her paws. “Here, eat this. You need your strength.” He said sternly, nudging it forward with his paw. His voice was deep and rumbling, like thunder.

[zena~heatha]

Pigeoncloud||Tom||47 Moons||Warrior||Crush; Pinetail||Tags; Open

Pigeoncloud sighed softly, appreciating the cool morning. He knew the days would get colder as Leaf-bare went on, but the start of the season was always nice. Less rain from Leaf-fall, like a pause as the sky prepared itself for snow. And besides, there may be sickness when things really got cold, for now he might as well be happy that the prey hadn't yet disappeared.


Pepperstrike||Tom||26 Moons||Warrior||Crush; Open||Tags; Open

Pepperstrike sighed up at the bright blue sky of his dream. He loved this meadow, even though he'd never seen it before in his life. He didn't know how he got here, either, but that was fine. Starclan had brought him here, obviously, to make sure he lived a long and comfortable life. He didn't have any other cats to bother him, and everywhere he looked he could spot prey. It was warm, he was happy, and nothing could bother him here. And plus, it smelt like flowers. Pepperstrike loves flowers.


Amberheart||She-cat||15 Moons||Warrior||Crush; Open||Tags; Open

Amberheart was sat in the camp clearing, licking at the back of her paw to wipe it over her ear. She glanced around every now and then, but there weren't many cats awake. Patrols would be started soon, and Amberheart was tempted to get something to eat before then, but even her long coat didn't stop her from knowing Leaf-bare had begun. The apprentices would need prey more than her, not to mention the elders. The clan had a trustworthy leader now, and a few extra members since Aridstar left. Things were more peaceful... That said, the dirty looks some of the rogues got didn't go unnoticed by Amberheart.

Hollyheart||She-cat||15 Moons||Med Cat App||Crush; Robinpaw||Tags; Open

Hollyheart, in her distracted fretting over the prophecy she wished didn't exist, had stood up and started pacing around the medicine cat den while she thought. Once she snapped out of her daze, she shook her head, glancing over at Pinetail. Why couldn't he have gotten the prophecy instead? He'd know what to do... With a sigh, Hollyheart left the den, breathing in fresh air as she entered the clearing. She sat outside the den, staring at the ground worriedly, before she heard Owleyes call out to her. "Oh, hi Owleyes. I was just- just thinking about how with Leaf-bare there might be more sickness in the clan." She mumbled, trying to disguise her troubles. The last thing she needed right now was questions - if she let anything slip the prophecy could be told to every cat in camp within a day.

[willowsong12]

Pinetail
Tom/Medicine Cat/34 moons/Crush:Pigeoncloud/Tags:Open

Walking outside, the tom pinned his ears back as he didn't enjoy this season. It was cold and cats were more vulnerable to illnesses. The small tom grumbled under his breath as he headed for the entrance to camp. He needed to collect some herbs and check on how they were growing. He always made sure to leave enough for more to grow so they could keep their stocks up. It would not do good to have it all picked.

Hawkscar
Tom/Warrior/15 moons/Crush:Open/Tags:Open

Arching his back in a stretch, he felt his lean muscles ripple under his pelt. He might need to go hunt soon but he would wait to see if he was placed on a patrol. Looking over at the fresh-kill pile, he looked over at it but decided not to take anything. It was low and he could wait until later for food.

Robinpaw
Tom/Apprentice/10 moons/Crush:Open/Tags:Open

Fast asleep in his nest, he was curled up with his paw resting over his nose. His side rose and fell slowly as he slept, his ear giving a small twitch every now and then.

Ravenwing
She-cat/Warrior/60 moons/Crush:Hazestrike/Tags:Hazestrike

Exiting the warriors den, she fluffed up her fur at the slight chill in the air. She was glad for her long-fur around this time, being able to keep the chill away. Seeing Hazestrike, she felt herself grow warm under her fur as she padded over to him. "Good morning Hazestrike. Would you possibly be up for some hunting soon?" She asked, sitting down and dragging her tongue over her paw a few times.

Brokenpaw
She-cat/Apprentice/6 moons/Crush:Open/Tags:Open

Eyes locked on an old leaf, Brokenpaw crouched down as she prepared her muscles. Her crouch was a bit off due to her twisted paw, not being able to put her full weight on it. With a small pause, she soon leapt forward and her paws barely missed it. A soft growl of frustration escaped her as she pinned her ears back. For some reason her pounce was always off and she nearly landed on her target. Swatting the brown leaf, she watched it land on the ground in front of her.

[beebopbee]

xxxx♗ [ — 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐀𝐖 ] ″ brought back bitter loneliness ″
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[ ″juni ″ | she-her | apprentice | seven | camp | tags: open ]


juni flattened her ears at the rush of sound. " dang, " she whispered, eyes darting quickly around the bustling sound. her fur fluffed in the cold, she jumped out of the way of the grumpy medicine cat, pinetail, with a grunt. " haha, mousedung! " she murmured, trying to avoid getting in earshot of the other warriors, who would definitely send her to pull ticks. juni hated ticks. they'd always cling to the moss helplessly, or fall to the ground and get smushed into her pristine pads. she wandered around to find someone to talk to, hoping no one heard her comments on the furball.

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Oakheart
Fifty-Four Moons
Tom
Warrior

Tagged: Whitestar,
Juniperpaw

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Oakheart’s ears pricked, and his eyes darted to the nearby apprentice. “Juniperpaw, I heard that.” The tom said, disapproval evident in his tone. “You need to learn to respect your elders. Pinetail works tirelessly for this clan, and I won’t tolerate you treating him so poorly. Do I make myself clear?” He didn’t want to be harsh, but Juniperpaw had a habit of being rude and disrespectful. She needed to learn her place, or she would never reach her full potential. It wasn’t like she was a bad apprentice; she was quite talented. Oakheart knew that with a little guidance, she would grow into an amazing warrior.

[beebopbee]

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[ ″juni ″ | she-her | apprentice | seven | camp | tags: oakheart ]


she pricked her ears. " what, sir? did you make yourself clear? no, you didn't. " a smirk crept it's away across her muzzle. " but, " she smacked her tail on the frozen ground and sighed. " yeah whatever, oakheart, i'll be nice. " she leaped away, stifling a chuckle. " mad as a fox in a fit. " she muttered under her breath.

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Oakheart
Fifty-Four Moons
Tom
Warrior

Tagged: Whitestar,
Juniperpaw

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Oakheart forced himself to remain calm, even when faced with Juniperpaw’s insulting response. “You will clean all of the elder’s bedding for two days. Be thorough, and treat them well, or you’ll be hearing from me.” He called after the apprentice. The warrior sighed, shaking his head as he turned his attention back to Whitestar. “I don’t know why she acts that way. We never acted that way when we were apprentices. I know she is young, but age is not an excuse.” Oakheart thought for a moment before continuing. “Whitestar, I know I have no business asking this. Juniperpaw is your apprentice, not mine. However, I would like to help mentor Juniperpaw, if possible. She is rambunctious and disrespectful. I think the more guidance she gets, the better off she will be.”

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Snowthorn // she-cat // 28 moons // warrior

Snowthorn exhaled softly as she woke, not yet opening her eyes. She could feel the low temperature outside as a light breeze ruffled her fur, but the warriors' den was warm, and she was reluctant to leave it behind. A purr rumbled in her chest as she readjusted in her nest, tucking her paws into her short fur as much as she could. One of her eyes opened slightly to see outside, and she was pleasantly reminded of the snow that still covered the ground. She always hunted better in leaf-bare, as in every other season her white coat was painfully easy to spot.
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[ℋoney]

(//bouldersky. gender tom. rank deputy. crush tbd. age 43 moons.) words: 184 tags: oakheart, whitestar

pouncing upon the high rocks bouldersky sat there and glanced around camp, it was early morning and he needed to put together the patrols as soon as possible. but the tom will still having trouble with patrols and getting to know the camp, especially if some of the camp didn't exactly appreciate his presence. spotting whitestar with oakheart an idea popped into his head, get some advice and maybe ask if they would like to head on a patrol. scrambling his way down the highstone he paused in front of the two chatting. "i-i dont mean to interrupt but..." whitestar knew it wasn't unusual for him to ask for some help, but in front of another clan mate might be a bit embarrassing. "well first off good morning to you two, and whitestar" taking an anxious pause as oakheart seemed to be getting annoyed. "if it's not a big deal i was hoping to get a bit of advice on who to put on the patrols again?" his head hung down some as he could feel the embarrassment rise in him.

(//lakota. gender molly. rank warrior. crush minkpelt. age 27 moons.) words: 78 tags: mentions minkpelt

laying in the snow on the outskirts of camp lakota took in a deep breath, letting the chilling air grasp at her lungs and nostrils. her eyes stayed on the warriors den, a place she was to sleep in but still refused to, but also a place where she molly minkpelt rested. a cat who had caught her eye the moment she found a haven in this camp, her sweet voice and soft footsteps eoched in her ears.

(//littlepaw. gender molly. rank warrior. crush owleyes. age 15 moons.) words: 151 tags: snowthorn

though littlesprout usually rushes to be the early bird yesterday was a long restless night for her as was the night before. for the past few nights the molly has found it difficult to get some rest it could be a few thorns in her nest or it may be that she hasn't had much to do in this weather. because of her thin coat in this snow pelted weather whitestar hasn't sent her out for much time in fear of her catching white cough or green cough. with that, and the uselessness of her getting anymore rest set in as the sun was beginning to shine threw the bramble walls. shifting up she spotted snowthorn slowly waking up, "morning snowthorn," her voice was soft so she did not disturb her to much "cold but fine morning?" sighing she drifted herself over next to the now eye opened molly.

(//docktail. gender tom. rank elder. crush n/a. age 132 moons.) words: *** tags: open

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[beebopbee]

xxxx♗ [ — 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐀𝐖 ] ″ brought back bitter loneliness ″
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[ ″juni ″ | she-her | apprentice | seven | camp | tags: open ]


after a bit of thinking and a dose of smirking, she scrambled to overhear whitestar's conversation. she giggled, then hushed, she was far enough to not be noticed, but close enough to hear the words. bouldersky seemed very nervous, which made her smirk grow. juniperpaw was fond of watching other struggle, she still was very proud that she ate a whole robin without being caught, and almost got away with insulting the fleabag-medicine cat.