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[nightmyth]

𝚎𝚕𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 [ˈelk-strīd] — 34 moons
𝖣𝖤𝖯𝖴𝖳𝖸. a massive black-brown maine coon tom with pale green eyes
location: camp | tags: silverstrike & eaglepaw mentioned

The deputy’s eyes flickered open on their own accord, consciousness zapping into his body as suddenly as if someone had cuffed him over the head. Elkstride’s tufted ears were the first to appear from the mound of fur that made up his massive build as he leaned up, peering over his flank at the activity of the camp. Embarrassment washed over him and he hastily straightened into a sitting position, drawing a wide paw over his chest. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. The remains of a mouse lay beside him, and he hastily buried them among the ferns that made up the camp wall.

While he wasn’t so sure it was very dignified of him to nod off, he wouldn’t deny that he was feeling refreshed, and his mind hadn’t felt this clear in days — besides, judging by the sun, he hadn’t been out for very long. The maine coon heaved a sigh and turned to groom dust and dirt from his thick pelt, still tarnished from the gopher hunting with Eaglepaw. A pleased expression crossed his face as the memory came back to him. Never would he forget the look on his apprentice’s face. I’m surprised he didn’t think I was going mad.

With his fur finally groomed to his liking, Elkstride stood and stretched. It was a lovely evening, no doubt, and for the most part the clan seemed to be suspended in a moment of peace. His stomach dropped when he suddenly noticed Birchstar was gone, but relaxed when he saw Morningflood slip out of the camp entrance; the she-cat seemed calm, and since she’d been put on this rotation, Elkstride figured she was just escorting the clan’s ancient leader on a walk. Though he didn’t really want to, the tom let the evening bliss soak into his fur as he gazed upwards into the rosy sky.

Wispy clouds played beyond the treetops, their silvery softness reminding him all too well of a certain she-cat. Oh StarClan, I pray she didn’t see me passed out like a great brute. Silverstrike’s apprentice was here in camp, so Elkstride figured she must be, too. His paws tingled at the thought of seeing her, a sense of urgency slowly taking hold. He’d been meaning to check up on her, and he knew by now that her well-being was of an importance not reserved to just anyone.

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𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 [ˈches(t)ˌnət-fȯl] — 20 moons
𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a tall, fawn-colored she-cat with light green eyes
location: camp | tags: slightpaw

Ches strode rather ungracefully from the medicine den, meowing one last thank-you over her shoulder and trying to ignore that dull pain in her foot. Leave it to her to step on a thorn on the way back from camp — she’d told Wolfrunner and Dawnlight that she’d been chasing after prey, but really she’d just been admiring the way Slightpaw’s fur had been glowing under the lush haze of the setting sun. A niggling feeling had taken roost in her mind as her paw had been treated and wrapped up tight with cobwebs, a feeling that was slowly spreading through her body and giving her the notion that she might just burst into a fit of laughter at any moment. Something told her it wasn’t infection.

Sighing, Chestnutfall approached Slightpaw and gave the younger molly a touch to the ear with her nose to announce her arrival. “Grave news,” she said, hanging her head and shaking it softly, “I’ve only got a moon to live.” A smirk tugged at her lips as she peeked over at Slightpaw. Something warm and sparkly was bursting inside of her and in an effort to keep it controlled, a sound between a snort and a choke popped from her nose.

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𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚙𝚊𝚠 [ˈlärk-pȯ] — 9 moons
𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖤. a golden tabby she-cat with blue-green eyes
location: camp | tags: windpaw

The apprentice clutched a finch between her teeth, her paws kneading the earth beneath her as she tried to avoid looking in his direction. She’d spotted him almost immediately after returning to camp, her head turning such that Ravenclaw’s tail-flick ended up bapping her face and not her ear. But she wasn’t really paying attention anyway. Her mind was clicking and whirling away, trying to figure out how she should talk to him. Snapping back to the present, she had responded to her mentor with a sparkle of pride in her eyes before heading off to choose her meal.

Now her stomach was tight and her heart was slowly building up to a thunderous crescendo. Swallowing — and nearly inhalting a tuft of down in the process — Larkpaw began her approach to Windpaw and sat down delicately next to him, as if there’d been no planning behind it at all, absolutely not.

“I uh...I saw you training with Silverstrike earlier,” she said casually, not bothering to try to spit out an awkward “hi, how are ya?” “I don’t think anyone’s told you yet, but you don’t have to worry about ten million badgers attacking our camp.” She didn’t need to make her sarcasm obvious — Windpaw, of any cat, would know what it sounded like. Her words were a compliment of sorts, but never would she say it so blatantly. Her denmate was a hard worker, and she admired him for that, but somehow her most candid words always got all tangled up on her tongue and she could only dole them out wrapped in the coverings of humor, as if she had to trick herself into eating herbs by stuffing them into a succulent mouse.

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𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊 [ˈə-mērə] — 30 moons
𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖲𝖨𝖣𝖤𝖱. a slender she-cat with glossy black fur and green eyes
location: camp | tags: sandtail mentioned; rainjaw, darkpaw (indirect)

Amira’s curiosity had gotten the best of her at last. Only when she was sure that Sandtail was alright did she leave him to rest, slipping out once some other clan cat had come in with a thorn in her paw. Either the clan chose to ignore her or they simply didn’t mind her being here as the black feline crept along the edges of their home, observing quietly with a deep interest sparkling in the pools of her gaze.

Once upon a time, she’d been among these cats for a little while and yet many of their names and faces had slipped from her mind — it was an amusing thought, knowing that these souls hadn’t had enough of an impact to be remembered, but her dark humor stopped short when she finally spotted someone she did know. Well, she didn’t know the cat’s name, but it was a face she remembered clearly.

Merely a shadow, she stalked forward towards the pale calico with her tail flourishing to and fro. Amira was nearly upon her target when a squealing ball of fur appeared out of nowhere. Hissing quietly, she ducked into the camp wall, peering out to observe the two. The younger cat — an...apprentice? — had caught a beetle and was now showing it off to the older warrior. Amira’s whiskers twitched and she tilted her head. How odd.

[rookfern]

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tom ◉ 88 moons ◉ in camp ◉ elder ◉ tag; eaglepaw

◉ Pinethorn uncurled himself slowly, blinking at Eaglepaw with sleep-hazed eyes. He hadn't meant to doze off, but he found that he became tired easily nowadays, and his earlier conversation with the energetic apprentices had sapped his energy. He got up, shaking bits of debris out of his fur, and sniffed the gopher Eaglepaw had brought them. "Unless I slept through it," He reassured the young tom, "I believe we haven't." He offered Eaglepaw a small nod of thanks and looked around for his denmates, not wanting to eat the entire thing especially if they hadn't eaten yet.

While he waited for the other elders to appear and eat with him, he turned his attention back to the apprentice. "Your training is going well, I take it?"

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she-cat ◉ 34 moons ◉ in camp ◉ mentoring slightpaw ◉ tag; rainjaw, darkpaw (men.)

◉ Hawkstep had been relieved to finally finish her guard duty. She understood the necessity, but she didn't think she would ever be comfortable turning her back on Birchstar. Despite his age, it was clear he was still dangerous. She watched Morningflood trail the old tom out of the camp entrance and thanked StarClan that he wasn't her problem for the night.

The only problem was now she had no idea what to do with herself. Sitting around since sunhigh had only built up a restless energy in her bones, and her pelt itched at the thought of simply going to sleep. She heaved a quiet sigh and swung her head around. Everything looked business as usual with the camp winding down for the night. She landed her attention on Rainjaw and Darkpaw, watching the apprentice throw herself bodily onto her mentor. A small huff of amusement ruffled her whiskers, but she silently mourned the fact that she and Slightpaw had never had such a close relationship. The possibility had been there, she knew, but Hawkstep was much more keen on keeping her apprentice at tail's length. At least in the beginning, she had been intent on training and nothing else; it hadn't been her job to mother the young she-cat. Or... in retrospect, maybe it had been, and she had simply been too afraid to let herself get attached.

Hawkstep gave her head a derisive shake. There she was, getting overly-sentimental again. What was with her today? Slightpaw had turned out fine. She had done nothing wrong in her mentoring. Some cats just did things differently, and she wasn't... she wasn't like them; that was all.

[razzberry]

✷ ──── 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 !

❨ gender; molly ❩ ❨ age; 39 mns ❩ ❨ rank; warrior ❩ ❨ app.; windpaw ❩ ❨ tags; elkstride, birchstar & morningflood [men.] ❩

After her conversation with Robinsong earlier in the day, the willowy warrior had decided to stretch her legs and get some air. Sometimes, more recently, she'd felt like she was suffocating inside the camp and it was only assumed to be so because of her father's presence and the notion that he'd done something unforgivable. So when she'd dipped out of camp for a leisurely walk on her own, she allowed her mind to focus on Birchstar, their retired leader. Silverstrike still could not wrap her head around what he had done and how far he had fallen from his previous self, from the cat who she actually recognized, but nor could she find it in her heart to abandon him. As much as she would like to just rewind and prevent this from ever happening. But what could she have done? Stuck to her father's side like a burr? Or spend every waking moment keeping an eye on him? That would be no way to live at all, especially for a cat like herself.

Her walk had been refreshing and much needed and as she returned to camp was passed briefly by Birchstar with Morningflood tailing him out of camp. ' Probably going for a walk ' she mused, her pale grey eyes briefly meeting the dull gaze of her father before she nodded in greeting to both cats and ducked into camp. There was a part of her that had been urged to say a word or two to Birchstar but it was like her mind and mouth were not working in tandem in that moment. Shrugging it off and deciding that later she would finally sit down with her father for the first time in the past moon, Silverstrike plucked a small vole off the fresh kill pile and glanced around for somewhere to sit down.

Her eyes focused on a large mound of fur, tilting her head in amused wonder as she watched the deputy lift his head groggily before pulling himself to sit up. A soft laugh bubbled in her chest and the molly headed towards Elkstride. "I take it you had a nice nap? she meowed, her tone velvety as she gently teased him. She set her vole down on the ground, pleased to see that he had at least managed to eat before he dozed off. Still, she hadn't ever seen Elkstride nap during the day in all the time that she had known him, so this was quite amusing.

♦ ──── 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 !

❨ gender; tomcat ❩ ❨ age; 35 mns ❩ ❨ rank; warrior ❩ ❨ app.; n/a ❩ ❨ tags; briarpool ❩

He was glad he hadn't been the only one to doze off so early in the afternoon and slept until evening was upon them. The sun had begun it's descent to let the moon take reign over the sky, and in no time at all the sky would be awash in vibrant colours that painted the bleak canvas. Adderbite had always loved sunsets just as much as he loved sunrises. There was just something about the beautiful colours that captivated him. The siamese warrior lifted himself from the small patch of grass he'd been curled up in and stretched his legs out in the process as his stomach growled softly. Was he seriously hungry already? Again? Choosing not to question it Adderbite rose to his paws quickly, too quickly that he nearly lost his balance and stumbled forward into an unsuspecting cat. As his paws tangled over one another and his weight sent him down, he feared he had taken the other cat with him. Spitting dirt from his mouth, the siamese tilted his head up to check if whoever he had bumped into was alright. "Ah, Briarpool. Sorry about that. Your not hurt are you?" he asked sheepishly, embarrassed of his own clumsiness. The lanky tomcat hefted his lean frame to his paws, dusting off his pelt with a quick shake and a few swipes from his tail before her returned his attention to the tabby he'd nearly toppled.

♦ ──── 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐖 !

❨ gender; molly ❩ ❨ age; 11 mns ❩ ❨ rank; apprentice ❩ ❨ mentor; morningflood ❩ ❨ tags; eaglepaw, pinethorn & co. ❩

Lotuspaw had spent most of her day talking with Pinethorn and the elders, much more content to do that then pad around camp waiting for something to do, that would have just made her feel restless and anxious. Sometimes she wondered if she was an elder at heart or something and could never explain to others who asked why she spent so much time with the older cats, why she did. The small apprentice simply liked their company and had never really cared to elaborate on why she felt like that. Morningflood had been on guard duty for Birchstar so they hadn't gotten around to training, though she was beginning to miss training sessions with her mentor.

She had left the elder's company for a little while to go get a drink from the nearby stream and when she had returned, she spotted the familiar orange tabby offering Pinethorn, Nightspark and Raggedwood a gopher. Licking her lips to savour the cool water she'd just drank, Lotuspaw trotted across camp back towards the elder's and Eagelpaw. "How did you manage to catch that? the tiny white molly asked after she touched her nose to Eaglepaw's should in greeting then settled into the same spot she always sat in whenever she visited and listened intently as Pinethorn and Eaglepaw spoke.

[tealeyes17]

rainjaw { camp. darkpaw, amira. }
>> he/him. warrior. thirty moons.
>> dilute calico with blue eyes.

Rainjaw quickly determined Darkpaw was fine, and also a bundle of energy. Was he ever like that? He couldn't remember a time he was, but...maybe. Darkpaw was still almost a kit, anyway. It wasn't like he was annoyed. He liked kits, but never understood them, even when he was one.

This, this just confused him even more. "You brought me...a beetle?" He looked down at the bug on the ground and then back to the eager apprentice who was circling him. "Uh, no. That's not quite how being a warrior works, sorry. The Clan leader decides that. But you have the good makings of one?" He meowed awkwardly.

He was never sure what to say around young cats, a knack Morningflood had but he did not share, and he was even more frozen in the moment now. Thankfully it seemed Darkpaw more than made up for his uncertainty. He liked her presence, and thought maybe that was why he was assigned her as an apprentice.

While following her rapid bouncing, he spotted Amira lingering in the bushes near the camp entrance and felt the fur along his neck lift until he forced it to lie back down. She unnerved him, but he also wanted to speak with her, learn more about her, and her existing there almost drew him in, but he forced himself to focus on Darkpaw instead. If she wanted to talk, she'd talk, right?

slightpaw { camp. chestnutfall. }
>> she/her. warrior apprentice. nineteen moons.
>> cream and white tabby with green eyes and a twisted front paw.

The cream cat had enjoyed her outing with Gullnose and Chestnutfall, though of course she had to go and get her feelings all mixed up in it again. She felt she'd hunted badly because she'd been too distracted with stealing glances of her best friend, but it was hard to tell when she wasn't much good at land-hunting anyway.

She shook herself from her thoughts and stilled her shifting paws, instead focusing on the camp surrounding her while she waited for Ches to return.

Her gaze flicked briefly to her mentor; Hawkstep seemed lost in thought. They hadn't spoken much recently, since there was hardly anything for Slightpaw to learn anymore, and she had silently started taking on warrior duties while still making sure she was accompanied by a warrior. Chestnutfall was a convenient loophole, but Slightpaw knew the gentle one-sided warmth she felt towards her friend was ruining her focus.

She kept tracing back to Ches and shifted her gaze again, this time to Elkstride, who looked like he'd just woken up and was being greeted by Silverstrike. Their carefree nature made her heart ache, but she was grateful for such strong and intelligent cats leading StormClan.

She was pulled from her thoughts when Ches padded over and greeted her warmly, as casual as ever. Slightpaw flushed, but refused to show it in her expression, and Chestnutfall's amused tone quickly distracted her. It was one of the things she loved about their friendship. They knew just how to talk to one another and distill tension.

She laughed out right after catching the mirth in her friend's eyes, nudging Ches with a paw. "Oh my StarClan," she wheezed. "You're horrible. How is your paw?" She looked up at Ches, feeling a spark of a fire start in her chest as it always did when they were together. It manifested itself as a rumbling purr of delight. She usually wasn't so expressive with her emotions, but, well, Ches was always the exception, wasn't she?

nightspark { elder's den. pinethorn, eaglepaw, lotuspaw. }
>> she/her. elder. seventy-three moons.
>> graying tortoiseshell with multiple scars and sharp yellow eyes.

The dark tortoiseshell sauntered back to the elder's den after a long day of sunbathing and pestering warriors for the latest gossip. The sun was now sinking in all its firey glory, so she was content to return to her den.

She found it full, unexpectedly, and picked her way around Eaglepaw and Lotuspaw with the grace of a younger cat. She winked at them as she passed, settling herself in her nest next to Pinethorn and letting out a mrrow of amusement. "No, we haven't. I'd have known if we had. Thanks, you too. You're so kind to us poor elders." Her tone dripped with playful sarcasm that hid her true feelings. She really did appreciate the apprentices, even though looking after the elders was part of their job.

She hooked the offered prey with a claw, inspected it for a moment with a cursory sniff, deemed it edible, and decided to take the first bite herself, knowing Pinethorn wouldn't. As she chewed, she glanced back up at the young cats, just as curious to know what they'd been up to. Apprentices were surprisingly good story-tellers. It was all in the enthusiasm. Besides, she loved them, and wanted to know how they were getting on.

[Darkshine Laufeyson]

"Oh." she said quietly. Didn't he like her gift? Darkpaw's lip barely trembled, but she made sure not to let him notice. Rainjaw looked distracted, peering away into the bushes. What was in there that he was watching? It made her a bit curious. Eventually, he had turned his attention back to her, but Darkpaw was already playing around with the insect again, batting it with her paws.
Whatcha lookin' at, Rainjaw?"Darkpaw asked him, flipping over on her back and tossing it up in the air, forgetting the "warrior-readiness" conversation from moments before.

[Λlpha]

thunderheart
she-cat | thirty-five moons | bisexual | warrior | apprentice: open | crush: frostfang | form | tags: frostfang (mention), morningflood (mention), birchstar (mention)
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xxthunderheart watched the comings and goings of the clan, taking note of who left and who returned. to say she wasn't hoping to see frostfang's face each time a cat entered the camp would be a lie, but it was one she told herself all the same. each time she heard pawsteps approaching the camp, her heart skipped a beat, yet she was disappointed each and every time. she had become a hot mess, not that anyone would notice with the nearly flawless 'I'm as perfect as usual' facade she had going on, but hot mess she was nonetheless. her attention was dragged from her thoughts as thunderheart noticed birchstar leave the camp followed closely by morningflood, his assigned guard. her heart went out to the old senile tom. to be completely unaware that you murdered one of the clanmates you had sworn to and dedicated your life in protecting must've hurt him to his very core, let alone the fact that now very few in the clan trusted him and he had to be kept under watch at all times. thunderheart sighed, imagining herself in such a position. she'd absolutely hate it, the fact that her own clanmate's blood coated her paws. the she-cat shuddered at the thought.

firepaw
tom | eight moons | heterosexual | apprentice | mentor: ravenheart | crush: tigerpaw | form | tags: ravenheart (meantion), tigerpaw (mention), darkpaw
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xxfirepaw sat in a shaded corner of the camp, looking even more moody than usual. he felt as though he hadn't done any training for days, despite the fact that he did some hunting with tigerpaw and her mentor's patrol earlier. that didn't really count though, considering it wasn't official training and his own mentor wasn't there. studying the cats in the camp for what felt like the billionth time, he determined that ravenheart was still not present. the young tortoiseshell huffed in irritation and let his gaze travel along the faces of his clanmates once again. to be honest with himself, he wasn't quite sure whether he was looking for ravenheart or tigerpaw. though ravenheart was his mentor, firepaw wasn't really comfortable talking to older cats. he wasn't comfortable talking to any cats, actually, with the exception of tigerpaw. muttering to himself, the apprentice moved to another vantage point to wait for his mentor. lost in his circulating thoughts, he didn't notice darkpaw's black pelt until he almost slammed into the apprentice. "foxdung!" he cursed before rounding on darkpaw. "watch it, mousebrain" firepaw hissed, his stubby tail lashing in anger.

[eleutheromania]

✿ ━━ 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑹𝑷𝑶𝑶𝑳

I. molly II. twenty moons III. warrior IV. no crush or mate
LOCATION. camp MENTIONS. --- TAGGED. adderbite
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the molly had been sitting down, she wondered on what to do with the rest of the day, though she had thought of hunting, she didn't want to go out on her lonesome, doing so was rather boring to her and she tended to lack focus on her task after a while. she lifted her paw and gave it a few licks before running it over her ear, briar had yet to notice something to her left that would nearly knock her off balance.

as adderbite stumbled into her, she easily fell on her side, caught off guard for a moment. as the tom had a similar but more amusing fate, she pushed herself back up to her paws and collected herself as he spoke up. the bobtail offered a friendly smile and seemed not at all angry with him over his clumsiness. "i'm fine, it happens to the best of us." she said in response as she gave her side a few licks, watching him seem to collect his bearing himself. she figured she might as well start up a conversation, seeing as there would probably end up being some sort of awkward silence if she didn't continue with her words.

"well adderbite, minus the sudden clumsiness, how has your day been?" she questioned the tom, slightly curious on if he had done anything interesting as she herself had not. she had not done much let alone leave the camp today so someone else's day was probably more interesting than that of her's. briarpool glanced around for a moment, seeing who was out and about and all the apprentices mingling, though her gaze soon returned back to adderbite as she awaited his response to her question.

[~Atlas~]

ʀ ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ

"A serious sleek, black she-cat with cloudy blue blind eyes."

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(rank). warrior/app. firepaw (location). text (mood). neutral (tags). firepaw, Darkpaw (mentioned), Amira's scent (mentioned)

Ravenheart could feel the warmth of the day starting to fade in the peaceful sliver of time before sunset. The incessant buzzing of gnats was dying down -- oh, how she hated those creatures buzzing in her ears and on her pelt all day. The camp had an almost comfortable atmosphere to it -- as if the truth of Finchflight hadn't been uncovered a moon ago. Ravenheart tried her best to forget that shocking day, with Birchstar's pitiful wails of confusion and Elkstride's desperate attempt to keep control. And somehow, in the midst of it, she threw herself in to help hold down the raving, old tom. Pinning down her leader, and a fragile cat at that, still made her insides churn with guilt. Her tail tip twitched uncomfortably as she remembered the feel of his bones underneath her paws -- they were practically protruding from his pelt. And somehow, after all of that, he was still here. Ravenheart could still smell his scent lingering in the medicine den -- sickly and musty. He was slowly rotting away like a corpse, and Ravenheart just wished Starclan would take their leader quickly from his decaying body.

The black she-cat rose from her spot in the shadows. That was enough reflection. Now, what mattered was the present and making sure her clan survived; dwelling on the past wouldn't help change anything. Ravenheart lifted her nose, searching for her apprentice's scent. Finding specific cats was always a struggle for her, and she especially didn't want to be hollering Firepaw's name in camp. The peace was too sweet to destroy. Her clouded eyes stared ahead as she tentatively placed one paw in front of the other, hoping she wouldn't bump into any of her clanmates.

Finally, she heard his voice and his familiar exclamations of "foxdung." Ravenheart suppressed a sigh at the sound of her angry apprentice. He was difficult to train at times, but she felt sympathetic towards him all the same. Ravenheart could still remember the day when patrols brought Firepaw to the camp as a young kit. She was nearing her warrior ceremony back then. The pitiful wails of the kit still rang in her ears, and although she had never been attached to kits, she couldn't help but let her heart out to this one. She was abandoned by her mother, too. She'd been a very angry apprentice as well, due to her mother abandoning her and her impending blindness. While she'd grown out of her adolescent anger, she still remembered it and kept it close to her heart. She and Firepaw weren't that different.

Now, Ravenheart had replaced her anger with a calm and cold composure. As much as she hated to scold Firepaw, it had to be done. She wouldn't coddle him for his rude behavior. Besides, he needed this discipline. After Birchstar's attack, Ravenheart felt as if she'd failed the young tom. She became such a recluse, hardly taking Firepaw out on hunting patrols or battle sessions. That ends now, she decided.

"Firepaw," she mewed sharply, her tail twitching in irritation, "watch your tone with Darkpaw, she didn't mean to bump into you." Would Firepaw react with the same vengeance if she'd bumped into him? The blind she-cat couldn't imagine the embarrassment she'd feel, much less Darkpaw. “I was just about to take you out for a battle session and I certainly hope you don’t bring that attitude with you,” she mewed, finished with her reprimand. She knew that if she scolded Firepaw anymore, she’d create a miserable atmosphere for training. “Apologize to Darkpaw, then we can get moving.”

Ravenheart made a stride forward, and then stopped with her black front paw still in the air. Her nostrils flared. Something smelled… odd. There was definitely a cat who wasn’t supposed to be here. Fur standing on end, she wished to find the intruder but didn’t want to make a scene. Instead she resolved to keep a close ear open for any trouble. At this point, she just wanted to get Firepaw out of camp before he made trouble of his own.

ℍ 𝕠 𝕨 𝕝 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 𝕡 𝕒 𝕨

A large brown tabby tom with snapping green eyes, white paws and a good-humored grin

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(rank). apprentice/ ment. stonestrike (location). elder's den (mood). sullen and sore (tags). Raggedwood, Eaglepaw -- open to interact with Pinethorn and Nightspark too!

Howlingpaw walked into camp sullenly, trying his best not to limp. Raggedwood was close on his heels and Howlingpaw tried his best to tune out his father’s critical words. “Too slow, too weak, too stupid…” It was the same barrage of unneeded comment that he got from Raggedwood each day. Stop breathing down my neck, you stinky, old flea-pelt, Howlingpaw thought while surpassing a grumble. He knew better than to talk back – it’d only give him something else to limp about. Instead, he muttered, “I’m sorry dad, I’ll try harder next time.”

Even though Raggedwood was an elder, it didn’t stop him from battling fiercely. That was one thing that Howlingpaw admired about his father. If anything, he hoped he’d be just as active and strong as his father when he grew old. If I make it there… he thought, ears flicking. At the rate Raggedwood was “training” his son, he’d die of exhaustion before his warrior ceremony.

Today’s training session was as brutal as ever. Stonestrike was Howlingpaw’s official mentor, but Raggedwood felt that the warrior’s training was “inadequate” – just like everything was inadequate to him. On top of his other apprentice duties,
Raggedwood demanded that Howlingpaw train with him as well. Howlingpaw learned some of his most deadly battle attacks from Raggedwood, but after these training sessions, he limped back with battered bones and a sunken spirit. Sometimes, his father even used his claws. A little trickle of blood dropped from his ear; Raggedwood gave him a good swipe in frustration as his son failed to get a move right. I’ll show you next time, father, he resolved as he flexed his claws in and out. He’d show that fleabag – the fleabag that he so badly still wanted to impress.

Howlingpaw dutifully followed his father to the elder’s den -- he knew he wasn’t done yet. Now, he had to fluff the old tom’s nest and make sure any sorts of bugs or leaves were removed. Last time he missed a spider, Raggedwood had scolded Howlingpaw in front of the entire elder’s den. He wanted to avoid any further humiliation at all cost. However, as he made it closer to the elder’s den, he saw his friend, Eaglepaw. “Eaglepaw, hey!” he mewed, his mood somewhat improved. However, his father sent a warning growl his way. Howlingpaw’s joy simmered, and he gave Eaglepaw a sheepish smile as he went to work fixing Raggedwood’s bedding, keeping mind to not let any drops of blood get on the nest.

R A G G E D W O O D

"An elderly, yet still large and somewhat muscular dark tabby tom with ragged fur and snapping green eyes, like his son's."

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(rank). elder (location). elder's den (mood). his normal nasty self (tags). open!

He's there behind Howlingpaw, being an ass. Don't feel like writing a post for him rn (maybe I'll edit later) but I'm sure you guys can imagine lmao

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A massive yet chubby brown tom with sharp amber eyes and white paws/belly

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(rank). loner (location). by the river (mood). his big, dumb happy self (tags). open -- if anyone wants to interact with this fat ball of floof send them his way! Otherwise I'll just have him wander into camp

How Bison had missed spending time with those kits. It was cut short, though, as Shadefjord and Juniperflight had told him about Stormclan’s danger. It hurt Bison’s heart to hear that Finchflight had been murdered. He spent a few hours with the now-turned rouges, but knew he had a duty to fulfill. He’d said his goodbyes and was making his way across Stormclan’s expansive territory. He stopped frequently on his journey, panting. His body wasn’t used to all of this walking and physical exertion.

The fat cat was stretched out by Stomrclan’s river, trying to gather the strength to keep going. Sleep tugged at his eyelids, and he wanted nothing more than to nibble on the squirrel he caught and take a nice nap. However, evening was approaching, and he wanted to get to the camp before then. His prey was a gift for the clan, and he hoped they would welcome him without violence. He used to visit the clan frequently, but it had been some time since his last visit. The warriors he’d known had probably grown old and been replaced by younger cats. With a sad sigh, he reminded himself that some of the cats that he knew long ago may not even be alive anymore. Like poor Finchflight… Still, the loner knew that Stormclan was in grave danger, and he wanted to help these “Cats of the Storm” as best as he could.

[Laetificat]

Tigerpaw
Tigerpaw carefully lowered herself into a hunters crouch, keeping her paws tucked in close as she slowly stalked forward. With a mischievous grin, she pounced on the poor unsuspecting leaf, or at least tried. Her forward movement had sent the leaf flying up into the air and she quickly sprung up onto her back legs to bat at it. It was quickly rendered to shreds. Leaf 0, Tigerpaw 1. Her ears flicked at the familiar sound of her best friend cursing at someone and she looked over curiously. Indeed, Firepaw was angry at Darkpaw over something though she couldn't tell what it was. Tigerpaw bounded over, trying to flick leaf scraps off her paws as she went. Ravenheart arrived before she did and was already finished speaking by the time she had crossed the clearing. "What happened? Tigerpaw asked, looking around at the gathered cats.

Wolfheart
He padded towards camp with Runningpaw, more than pleased with his apprentice. As usual, the tom had exceeded expectations and was quickly on the way to becoming a warrior. "Another moon or two," Wolfheart spoke aloud, then looked at Runningpaw. "Then you'll be getting your warrior name. I wonder who will give it, Elkstrike or Birchstar? Normally I would think Elkstride, but he hasn't been given the approval of Starclan yet so he can't give anyone their name. Of course, when he does, that raises the question of who he'll name deputy. There's some good, young warriors in the clan who've mentored an apprentice already. Of course, I've heard young leaders like Elkstride usually want an older warrior with more experience to help them lead, but Pinethorn retired so he's a bit out of luck there I suppose." He gently bumped Runningpaw with his shoulder, just enough to jostle him as he shot the younger tom a grin. "Ha, or maybe he'll make you his deputy. Either way, you'll be a wonderful warrior and I couldn't be any prouder of you."

Rainpelt
She slinked through the trees, pausing as she spotted Birchstar and Morningflood pad past. Rainpelt remained silent, only watching through the ferns that concealed her presence. For Birchstar to have only one guard seemed dangerous in the event of him acting up, but she trusted in Morningflood to be able to defend herself. Her claws flexed at the odd look that she spotted on the other warriors face. Maybe she was seeing something and maybe she wasn't, who knew? Rainpelt's eyes flicked back to Birchstar and narrowed. As much as she hated it, some part of her almost wished for something to happen to the old tom. Although nothing had happened since he had stepped down, she still saw him as a threat to her clanmates. She would not stop them though, merely watching from her hidden spot in the undergrowth as they walked past.

[Darkshine Laufeyson]

Startled by Firepaw's unexpected tongue lashing, Darkpaw squealed and got to her paws. The bug carcass flew in a different direction. She cringed under his glare. "I-I'm sorry." she rasped, "I was just bringing over this bug for Rainjaw, and I--" she couldn't think of an excuse, did she even have one?