☼ 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗 [o&a!]

My gallery · by **cyare** » Mon Jan 14, 2019 8:48 am

❀ - ROSEDUST

Rosedust purred as she looked down at the kits, they were growing and looked healthy. Being born in leaf-bare had been a slight scare to Rosedust, but seeing how well both the kits and Brackenfoot were doing calmed her fears. Rosedust looked back at Brackenfoot and blinked softly, “Leaf-bare is almost over, prey will be plentiful before you know it, and then these two will be begging for something caught instead.” She said, sensing the discomfort in the queen. Rosedust flicked what little tail she had and dipped her head, “If you need anything, please call.” She said calmly. Once the two had exchanged their goodbyes, Rosedust padded away and back into the whole of camp. The lynx point blinked as she took a spot on a smooth rock, after dusting snow away with her paw of course. Rosedust looked up at the sky to figure out the possibility of Pigeonpaw and herself heading out to find anything useful and a thought popped into her head. Fraystar had tried his best to educate her on Starclan, but Rosedust still couldn’t grasp the concept. The molly’s ancestors had never come to her in her dreams before,so what was the point of this Starclan then?

Rosedust gave a sigh and looked down at her paws, what kind of medicine cat was she is she couldn’t tell when Starclan was giving her a sign? She has no idea what to look for, much less even understand the concept yet. All Rosedust knew was that she had to take care of her clanmates as best she could, and that’s something she did understand. Brackenfoot’s kitting was the first time she had ever helped deliver kits, and at that moment Rosedust knew that the path of being a Medicine Cat was what she was meant to do. He rnatural instincts kicked in and she did everything she could to help Brackenfoot and the kits. It was almost natural as if she’d helped a queen deliver once before, but the thought of some dead cats telling you a stick could mean death to all? It was something foreign to her.

❖ - MAPLESTEP

Maplestep gazed at the clearing and gave a purr of amusement. “Are you ready furrball?” She jokes as she stood up, taking a quick glance at Phatompaw. Maplestep turned her attention back to the ground in front of her as she waited for a response.

Maplestep felt a pang of sympathy as had glanced at Phantompaw, the young molly reminded Maplestep of herself at a young age. Maplestep followed her mother around endlessly, always poking fun and getting the same responses back from her. Maplestep could have been said to be a carbon copy of Brook, her mother, as she developed all her traits as finely as she could once she passed. Now, Maplestep has Phantompaw to look after herself, and wishing she could have had someone to teach her when she was Phantompaw’s age only made Maplestep want to guide the apprentice even more.

☾ - DEERKIT

Deerkit yelped as Shatteredkit pounced in him and was knocked to the ground. Deerkit wriggled around with a tiny growl, “No fair! I wasn’t ready!” He whines and scrambled to his paws with a pout as he glared at his brother. Deerkit looked down and at his paws lay the feather his mother had picked off the sparrow. Deerkit flicked it once, a displeased look on his face still. Suddenly a half purr half growl came out and he flicked it at Shatteredkit, watched as it floated onto his brother’s head in triumph.

My gallery · by **rookfern** » Thu Jan 17, 2019 12:31 pm

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𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶: silently sentimental
───𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: camp───𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: fraystar

☤ 𝙲𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙶,

she-cat; 31 moons; warrior
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───────────"no place is home, but times, they are changin' "

Copperfang dipped her head, her whiskers twitching. "Sounds like a worth-while endeavor. Explorin's always fun, too. You wouldn't mind if I tagged along for that, would ya? Adventurin's what I do best, after all. Well, besides pickin' fights and stirrin' up trouble." She waved her tail with a mischievous air. Her words were true, though. The need for adventure and discovery hummed in her blood, and she was all too keen to explore more of the territory they were supposed to be calling their home. Even if Fraystar didn't want her accompanying him, she would still likely slip out of camp and walk the unknown trails until she could identify them in her sleep.

"I'd be careful 'round foxes right now; cold weather makes 'em hungry and vicious." Her voice grew more somber. "If there is one runnin' around up there, there ain't no way one cat can fend it off..." She paused, chewing on her words before continuing. "No matter how many lives those fancy cats in the sky gave ya."

Copperfang quieted, her whiskers twitching every so often in the breeze. She'd had plenty of run-ins with foxes -- it was impossible not to in these areas. They liked kitting in the old warrens and any old hole they could find -- holes that made good nests for wandering cats as well. There had even been one fox Copperfang had seen, many moons ago, that had been slavering and walking crooked with a mad look in its eyes. Turning tail wasn't her usual go-to plan of action, but the sight had set her fur on end, and she had been too ready to run as far away from the crazed fox as possible.

My gallery · by **nightmyth** » Thu Jan 17, 2019 3:24 pm

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚝

[ˈkämət-trät] — 47 moons

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a light brown bengal tom with pale green eyes

location: camp | tags: elmpaw, brackenfoot & kits, rosedust ment.

Comettrot purred happily as Elmpaw talked about his life before the clan and the squirrels that had pestered him, too. He sidled over as Rosedust, the clan's medicine cat, approached with some herbs clutched in her jaws. While she and Brackenfoot spoke, Comettrot wriggled closer to the bracken and ferns just outside of the nursery, making sure Elmpaw would have somewhere dry to sit as well.

"My neighborhood, eh?" he mewed, nodding to the squirrel to indicate that the apprentice could have the first bite. "'Twas a quaint l'il place, it was; lots of great big trees 'nd houses with chippin' an' curlin' hides. Was right up against a right heavenly stretch 'o woodlands, too. Plenty 'a sunshine and songbirds for a cat to seek, though this one twoleg did not like me prowlin' around her caged yellow tweeter, I tell ya." The tom's chest was filled with his deep chuckle, and he stared off with a wistful look in his eye. He'd never had to worry about being cold or hungry back then; he was, albeit, an outdoor kind of guy, but his housefolk had always taken great care of them -- and he of them.

With a light sigh he continued: "Met a great deal of cats though, whether they were the walkabouts or the newcomers movin' in down the street there. Always pestered an' poked at 'em to get 'em to tell their stories. This one fellow once said he lived with wolves! 'Course I don't know if 'e was tellin' the truth, but I reckon the way he told it was jus' as bright and exciting as the idea itself." Another chuckle and a flourish of his tail across the snow. "What about you, cricket? Any daring tales to share?"

𝚙𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚙𝚊𝚠

[ˈpijən-pȯ] — 14 moons

𝖬𝖤𝖣 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖤. a long-haired calico she-cat with green eyes

location: camp | tags: pepperpaw; rosedust mentioned

Pigeonpaw was nearly scared out of her fur when someone was suddenly scrambling up the boulder beside her. She turned her green owl eyes to Pepperpaw and hastily scootched over to give him some space. “O-oh, hiya, Pepperpaw,” she mewed quietly, her cheeks burning with a furious ferver. The young calico had never handled talking to other cats very well, that had always been Spanglespur's thing. Luckily, though, her new companion was doing fine filling in the dumbfounded silence that would normally be driving her heart into an anxious frenzy.

She smiled a kind smile and laughed a kind laugh, wondering what had possessed this young tom to talk to her, of all cats. “Oh, there is still much that I do not know, Pepperpaw,” she mewed, dabbling at the surface of the stone with a stout white paw. “But...yeah, there are not many herbs to be found this time of year, though that will not stop Rosedust and I from looking, I am sure...how uh, how about you? I would imagine there is lots to be learned about becoming a warrior and all.”

Pigeonpaw couldn’t imagine being a warrior. She remembered all too clearly the simmering look in her sister’s eyes when she heard tell of the wild cats, an expression that Pigeonpaw had thought looked like a dog realizing its owner had left the gate wide open. Sometimes she didn’t like the cat Spanglespur could be when her claws came out. Not wanting to spoil her good mood by brooding about her sibling, she pushed away the thought and reminded herself that the path she chose for herself belonged to only one other cat in the clan.

𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚛

[ˈspaŋgəl-spər] — 14 moons

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a dilute calico she-cat with light green-blue eyes

location: forest | tags: eggroll

Spanglespur snorted at the tom’s words, but she didn’t disagree with him. Had she not always found greater delight in what wasn’t hers? Her eyes were pinned to the tom as he circled her, and she wondered what could possibly be going through his mind. As he continued to speak, she found his words dampening her fires of mischief and rekindling a new flame altogether. Sparks danced in her eyes and she wrinkled her snout at the mention of the clan leader. “Please,” she nearly spat, “It’s stupid that we should treat outsiders like rubbish when almost all of us were once free just like you.”

Spanglespur narrowed her eyes but kept them on the other cat, not entirely trusting he wasn’t up to something. Still, it felt so, so good to finally vent off some of the thoughts that had been perturbing her lately, things she wouldn’t dare say to any other clanmate, or even Pidge, as good as she was at keeping secrets. “I joined them because everyone told me they were bloodthirsty killmongers who ruled the forest without fear or mercy. Turns out they only rule with scent and bullying.”

The calico frowned, her tail flicking to the side out of frustration. “I can’t say I am enjoying it, but my sister is...she’s safe here. She could never survive as a wild cat. I was always saving the hair on her pelt when something came for us!” Eyes widening, she snapped her jaws shut, surprised that she could speak so irritably about the only cat in this world whom she loved. “Happy now? Have I satisfied your sadistic needs? Want me to say you’re right?”

My gallery · by **rookfern** » Fri Jan 18, 2019 8:34 am

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𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶: amused
───𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: camp -- territory───𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: fraystar

☤ 𝙲𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙶,

she-cat; 31 moons; warrior
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───────────"no place is home, but times, they are changin' "

Copperfang scoffed and rolled her eyes at his self-sacrificial words. "There's a difference between bein' loyal an' bein' an suicidal idiot." She flicked her tail. "Besides, a mangy fox is hardly a good way to go. Don't sound heroic at all." Her tone, which had been borderline chastising, slipped back into its usual teasing lilt.

She stood at his proposal, staring at him expectantly. "Now? Why not. I think the clan can survive a little while without us staring it down like a hawk." Giving her head a tilt, she twitched her whiskers at his last words. "Ain't it you who's always tellin' us queens n' kits eat first?" Without giving him a chance to reply, she bound off their perch and started for the camp entrance.

Copperfang wasn't interested in following behind Fraystar as he took the lead. She didn't even bother to see if he was following before she nosed her way out into the territory. The air seemed crisper -- cleaner -- outside the camp, and the world seemed oddly muffled with its blanket of ice and snow. Still, she had explored enough of their territory to figure out where Fraystar had been talking about. She started for it, ambling at a pace that would allow the leader to catch up easily. She didn't want to follow him, but she wasn't going to just leave him behind.

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𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶: cold, tired, and awkward
───𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: camp───𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: pigeonpaw

❧ 𝙿𝙴𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙰𝚆,

tom; 9 moons; apprentice
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───"if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know"

Pepperpaw watched her fluster and fidget with a tilted head. He thought about interjecting, spitting out more inane babble, but he bit his tongue. Besides, he didn't mind listening to Pigeonpaw ramble on; her voice was soft and pleasant to his ears -- unlike a few cats he knew. He fluffed his fur and gave the little she-cat his attention. The rock beneath him was still cold, but it was beginning to warm beneath his heat, and it was far more welcoming than the frozen dirt and snow.

When Pigeonpaw turned the conversation to warrior training, he averted his gaze and scuffed his paw along the boulder. His claws caught slightly on its roughness. "S'goin' okay, I guess. Gotta be lot different than what you're learnin'. No leaves and dusty herbs for me. Gotta learn to hunt n' fight and protect m'self... protect the clan." Puffinheart was a good teacher, there was no doubt about that; Pepperpaw just wasn't as eager a learner. Sometimes it crossed his mind, when it was a hard training day and they were both pushed hard and Puffinheart was at the end of her wit with him, if she wished she had gotten a better apprentice like Elmpaw or Phantompaw. Hard workers who actually seemed dead set on being the best warrior they could become.

Clearing his throat, Pepperpaw retracted his wayward paw and tucked it back beneath his chest. "Guess you'n Rosedust protect the clan just as much as all'a the warriors, too. Gettin' sick or hurt without knowin' what to do is terrifyin'." His words had slowed, hardly resembling the fast pace they had only heartbeats ago. His expression had fallen back to its sour look, though more somber and sad than disgusted this time. He twitched his whiskers and tried to fix it before Pigeonpaw could see it. Talking. Talking would make it disappear, or at least distract Pigeonpaw from the near-grimace pulling at his cheeks.

"Tell me 'bout some of the herbs you know?" The request was spitballed out of nowhere, so Pepperpaw clumsily tacked a reason onto it. "So n'case I ever find some herb out in the territory, I can get it an' bring it back for y'all."

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𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶: annoyed and curious
───𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: territory───𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: gail

⛈ 𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙼,

tom; 43 moons; warrior
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───────────────"fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well"

Luckystorm had been tracking the scent since it had wafted over the glistening snow and smacked him in the roof of his mouth. It was foreign to him, but definitely cat. So far, he couldn't tell if it was on their side of the border or not, but if it was, he was determined to catch the trespasser and give them a thorough lashing. He padded through the snow, ignoring the way the cold bit into his pads and made his toes numb.

The scent of mouse blood greeted him next, along with the cat's scent. So they had hunted. Faintly, he was aware that his paws were on the border. The markers his clanmates had placed were dulling and stale in remise of the snow, though. He quickly renewed them before hurrying on. The snow was clearer here, and only so often could he find the paw prints of whoever he was tracking. He quickened his step, the fact that he was literally toeing the line ever-present in his mind. Finally, he slowed when he made out a gray pelt among the slush of white, brown, and green.

"You're getting very close to FrayClan territory." He announced his presence with the clipped warning. He padded forward a few more pawsteps until he was as close as possible to the she-cat without crossing the FrayClan border. "You're welcome to hunt anywhere else; just not here."

My gallery · by **eleutheromania** » Sat Jan 19, 2019 5:48 am

𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐋 │

lithe long hair solid gray female with amber eyes.

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[ 33 moons ] - [ molly ] - [ loner ] - [ no crush/mate ] - [ outskirts of territory ] - [ mentions: --- ] - [ tags: luckystorm ]

while she was enjoying the cold for the most part, she also was observant of her surroundings in the area. the last thing she wanted was to get into some conflict and it seemed that would be the case soon enough. the molly was following the scent trail of something, though she knew not what as she preoccupied herself with it. it wasn't until she heard paw steps that she paused. the crunching in the snow gave her the assumption that someone wasn't far behind her. she turned to see a feline, most likely a tom heading in her direction.

at the current moment, she wasn't trespassing on the supposed clan territory. of course, she use to roam everywhere around these parts until that cat decided he would claim it for himself and his newly founded clan. when he spoke, she was not surprised by his words and knew more were to come. when gail figured that he was finished, she moved closer, letting half of her body cross that of the scent markers that created the clan border.

"and? so what if i am? it is not like you or anyone else can truly keep me out, that would mean you would have to sit here all day long." she said in response, though she wasn't trying to taunt him in any way, she was simply stating her opinion on things and no scent markers were going to keep her from exploring like she had wanted to in the first place.

𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐖│

large muscular long hair cream and white male tabby with amber eyes

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[ 10 moons ] - [ tom ] - [ apprentice ] - [ no crush/mate ] - [ in camp ] - [ mentor is comettrot ] - [ mentions: none ] - [ tags: comettrot ]

he listened intently to what the tom was saying, curious of how life was for comettrot before the clan. his hadn't been very interesting as he had mainly been confined inside by his housefolks. luckily he still had his claws though. when his mentor took a bite of the squirrel, elmpaw did the same not long after, enjoying the taste, though he had quickly gotten use to fresh prey verus what he had grown up on.

when he continued and finished, elmpaw was rather intrigued with all the information given. "wolves, that's kinda cool if he was telling the truth. i would think that he would have been eaten by them as food." the tom said in response as he kneaded the snow with his paws. when the conversation was turned on him, he looked towards the sigh for a moment as he thought about anything of interest with the older feline.

"well, before we went to our housefolks, the first ones had this huge wheel in the house. no matter how much you ran it on it didn't move. then, of course, they kept dogs and even fish, like why would you even keep fish and not eat them? it was such torture." the young apprentice said at first, he doubted any of his stories would be too interesting. "then this one time my sister and i got in trouble one time by our momma. we nearly knocked over some of the housefolks things and knocked things off the counter. whatever fell out was pretty awesome, haven't tasted anything like it before since. our momma was furious with us, we got a good lashing for that but it didn't stop us from trying to find more of that creamy stuff." he explained to comettrot with a smile.

My gallery · by **wildsight** » Tue Jan 22, 2019 4:40 am

𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫
Mothwhisper is a brown tabby tom with amber eyes.
{Tom} {30 Moons} {Warrior} {Location: Forest} {Mentions: ~} {Tags: Open}

As, Mothwhisper sat by the camp entrance he began to wonder about what he should do next. Should he
go hunting again? Probably not. He wondered what else the clan needed. He had gotten bored sitting by the camp
entrance. Maybe, he should just sleep for a while. He shook his head at the thought. He needed to help his clan. He
sighed and got to his feet. He glanced around the camp once more before bounding out of the camp.

Mothwhisper padded among the undergrowth searching for prey. He would find prey. He just had to search
longer. His paws crunched on the snow as he bounded through the forest. His tail brushed the ground as his paws sent
snow flying. His ears we're laid against his head as he pushed onward. He knew he would need to slow down soon. He
continued to bound through the snow. He then slowed to a stop to look around. He scented the air looking for any sign
of prey. Nothing. He hissed with frustration. He just wanted to find some prey. Shaking the snow from his pelt he bounded
off yet again in search of prey.

Mothwhisper had ran for a short time before he found it. The scent of prey. He licked his muzzle in anticipation.
He couldn't wait to sink his jaws into his prey. He crouched low to the ground his belly fur brushing the snow underneath. He
stalked towards the scent his tail twitching. It wasn't long before he saw his prey. Rabbit. He stalked closer to his
prey hoping it wouldn't sense or smell him. He stopped once he was in striking distance. He rocked his haunches as he
prepared to pounce. He waited for a moment before doing so.
His paws landed on the rabbit and as he sank his fangs into his catch.
He then buried his catch and began to search for more.

𝐈𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐰
Ivorypaw is a pale seal-point tom with blue eyes~
{Tom} {10 Moons} {Apprentice} {Location: Camp} {Mentions: ~} {Tags: Smokefeather}

Ivorypaw tilted his head at his mentors words. He sometimes wondered why Smokefeather out of all the clan members
was his mentor. He sometimes wondered if he asked Fraystar he would give him another mentor. He wasn't saying that

Smokefeather was a bad mentor exactly. He just didn't fully trust the tom. He stared at his mentor before saying,
"It was a mouse Smokefeather. It was a small but satisfying meal. Unless, you've been out hunting all day then maybe
not so much. But yeah. It was okay. Hey Smokefeather do you have anything planned for training today? Do you? I hope, so I've been
waiting to go training all day! Well, not really but you get it, don't you? You we're an apprentice once too right? Oh, wait maybe not but still!
You've had to have some kind of training didn't you? Or else how can you possibly train me? You know I think we should
go hunting first. Maybe hunting practice right? Yeah! That would be nice. Oh, and Smokefeather do you think after we go hunting
we could do something else like maybe some other kind of training. Climbing? Hunting? No wait we would have already hunted.
Oh, I know! Battle training! Yes! Right Smokefeather? Of course, I'm right! Oh, Smokefeather are you hungry too?
Maybe, you should eat before you go. That's what I do. But maybe not since you know your a warrior and all.
Oh gosh look at the sun! We should get going and soon Smokefeather! Come on Smokefeather lets go!"
he said and bounded toward the camp entrance. His tail twitched as he sat down and waited for his mentor.

My gallery · by **razzberry** » Tue Jan 22, 2019 6:59 am

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𝑃𝑈𝐹𝐹𝐼𝑁𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇 !

﹙ she cat ﹚ ﹙ 37 moons ﹚ ﹙ frayclan warrior ﹚ ﹙ no crush/mate ﹚ ﹙ training pepperpaw ﹚
﹙location: camp ﹚ ﹙mentions: pepperpaw ﹚ ﹙tags: n/a ﹚

She couldn't believe she had overslept. No, overslept was an understatement. She'd slept away half the day and hadn't even stirred until the sun had already sat high the sky. If the loud chatter of her clan mates outside the den hadn't penetrated the walls, Puffinheart doubted she would have woken up at all. The small tuxedo sat upright in her nest, looking frazzled to say the least. This was so unlike her and the fact that it had happen kind of unnerved the spunky feline.

Puffinheart quickly paid her soft fur some attention in swift licks, taming wild tufts of fur down to it's regular sleekness before she stood and all but bounded out of the den. Fresh air and sunlight greeted her as she emerged from the den and the small tuxedo instantly let her nose lead her towards the pile of fresh kill stacked in a neat pile. All the while she nosed her way through the selections of feasts, her gaze trickled from member to member until she spotted who she had been looking for. Her apprentice was sitting with Pigeonpaw seemingly indulged in a conversation with the grey molly.

Puffinheart smiled to herself when she thought back to when Fraystar had appointed her as Pepperpaw's mentor, the excitement and honour she had felt had been unimaginable. She had always anticipated the day where she got to become a mentor to one of the younger cats, and when she heard Pepperpaw would be the one learning from her she had really been looking forward to it. Plucking a small mouse from the pile, Puffinheart picked it up and sauntered towards a sunny spot to eat her lunch before she called on Pepperpaw for some training.

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𝑃𝐼𝐾𝐸𝑇𝐻𝑅𝑂𝐴𝑇 !

﹙ tomcat ﹚ ﹙ 37 moons ﹚ ﹙ frayclan warrior ﹚ ﹙ no crush/mate ﹚ ﹙ brother to basilreed ﹚
﹙location: camp ﹚ ﹙mentions: basilreed ﹚ ﹙tags: rippleshell ﹚

When he had woken up earlier that morning the nest adjacent to his had been empty, vacant of his sister's presence and the staleness of her scent told him that she had risen long before he had. Heck, probably long before anyone else had. That was one things the siblings had never had in common; he was more of a night owl and Basilreed was an early bird. The large tabby had finished a hearty breakfast and had even managed to track down his sister long enough to take her out for a little hunting, something they often did together to catch up or just be in each other's presence.

Pikethroat now sat in a shaded part of camp, his long legs extending as he took the time to groom his thick pelt back to perfection. He wasn't often too hung up on his appearance, and for the most part in the past and even to this day, it was Basilreed who had always chided him to groom his pelt and appear at least a little more presentable. She was always worried that he would never find a mate, Starclan knows she probably prayed on his behalf more than she should.

After the warrior had finished his impromptu grooming session his light hazel gaze casually swept around the camp in search of something to do. Since he had no apprentice and there didn't seem to be any patrols organized, Pikethroat figured he'd get back out into the forest for some more hunting. If he was being honest, he felt most at home in the forest hunting than he did anywhere else. With his mind made up the large tomcat rose to his paws and headed towards the camp entrance.

He'd spotted Rippleshell by herself on his way towards the forest beyond the camp walls and figured he'd invite the she cat to join him. Veering of slightly he approached the molly and dipped his head in greeting. "Hey Rippleshell. I'm about to go hunting and would love some company if you're interested" he meowed with a twitch of his whiskers. The tabby internally cringed at how awkward he must have sounded with that bad attempt at an invitation.

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𝐵𝐴𝑆𝐼𝐿𝑅𝐸𝐸𝐷 !

﹙ she cat ﹚ ﹙ 37 moons ﹚ ﹙ frayclan warrior ﹚ ﹙ no crush/mate ﹚ ﹙ sister to pikethroat ﹚
﹙location: camp ﹚ ﹙mentions: pikethroat ﹚ ﹙tags: rosedust ﹚

There wasn't anything the mackerel tabby enjoyed more than a good, long bask in the afternoon sun. Well a hearty meal was a close second anyways. She had woken early that morning to venture to a secluded spring she had found moons ago that had quickly become a place she would go to clear her head or just to have some peace and quiet. It was also convenient that the water in the small pool was crystal clear and soothing to the touch. After she had taken a leisurely dip in the freezing water and lain out on a flat boulder to the the rising sun dry her patterned pelt, Basilreed had returned to camp only to find her brother hailing her over before he ushered out to hunt.

The two talked about anything and everything during their hunts, and Pikethroat left no stone unturned when it came to checking in on whether she was taking care of herself. Her brother was about as persistent about her health as she was about his love life. When they had returned to camp a little while after they had gone their separate ways, Pikethroat heading off to groom himself while Basilreed decided to take a little nap in the sun before patrols were arranged.

Thus, her current location. The feline stretched out her legs, jaws opening wide in a yawn while her tongue curled out before flopping from her stomach to her side. She had been more than tempted to doze off again but her gaze caught Rosedust a couple foxlengths away sitting by herself. The Medicine Cat had a trouble look on her face and that had Basilreed lifting herself to her paws and crossing the distance towards her. "What's got your whiskers twisted?" she asked, genuine concern for the molly displayed in her deep brown gaze.

My gallery · by **tealeyes17** » Tue Jan 22, 2019 4:56 pm

rippleshell { leaving camp. pikethroat. }
>> she/her. forty-five moons. warrior.
>> gray tabby with blue-green eyes.

"Of course. That sounds great."

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𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚝

[ˈkämət-trät] — 47 moons

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a light brown bengal tom with pale green eyes

location: camp | tags: elmpaw

Comettrot listened to his apprentice recount his life among twolegs, his tail twitching thoughtfully while one of his ears remained fixed on the squealing emanating from the nursery. After chewing and swallowing another bite of the squirrel, he fixed Elmpaw in a glowing fern-green gaze and mewed: “Sounds like quite the life there, youngster.” The light in his eyes grew dim with remembrance as he recalled some of his earliest memories as a kit, spent tumbling and wrestling with other cats his age, including his brother, Kermit. For a brief moment, Comettrot wondered if his littermate would have liked living in the clan, but the bengal warrior couldn’t quite bring himself to settle on his answer because he hadn’t a clue about the kind of cat his brother grew into.

“Well now, I’ah think we oughta focus on the present now, should we? There anythin’ you were lookin’ to do today?” The warrior still wasn’t quite sure if he was getting the hang of this mentoring thing. He’d spent plenty of time in the company of younger cats, but he rarely ever had to teach them anything beyond what backyards held unfriendly dogs or kittypets; Comettrot had never been much of a fighter and he still wouldn’t consider himself the best of hunters — what, then, could he offer this young mind besides stories and encouragement?

𝚙𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚙𝚊𝚠

[ˈpijən-pȯ] — 14 moons

𝖬𝖤𝖣 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖤. a long-haired calico she-cat with green eyes

location: camp | tags: pepperpaw

Pidge put her sister out of her mind for now as Pepperpaw responded to her inquiry, a small smile tugging at her lips as she tried to think of herself stalking a mouse across the forest floor, her plump stomach rocking her balance to and fro. Yes, she knew she was no skinny little twig of a cat like Spanglespur was, but she found it best not to brood over it.

“Oh...yes,” she agreed when Pepperpaw mentioned the unease that tainted any sickness or wound. Pigeonpaw remembered all too clearly the cats that would sometimes fall ill from drinking tainted water by the roads, how their pelts had hung from their tattered, bony frames, how their breath had turned sour from sickness and vomit. Her stomach clenched and she dismissed the memory as she had her brooding over Spanglespur. She wouldn’t ever have to see that again, especially not when she would have the power to cure it. I wonder if I could go back and teach the city cats some herbs. Surely there’d be some growing in the gardens and parks?

Almost as soon as the thought had formed in her mind, Pepperpaw asked about some of the herbs she knew. The molly fidgeted for a moment but nodded, wracking her brain for some of the first herbs that Rosedust had began teaching her. “Let’s see...there’s juniper berries, which are good for bellyaches — those are little dark colored things from a spiky bush; uhm, what else....” Her ears were burning again and she ducked her head to study her paws. It wasn’t that she didn’t know any herbs, it was just difficult to bring the information up on demand. Regardless, she was determined to give her clanmate something, if only to not disappoint him. “Oh! Duh, how could I forget marigold? It’s good for scratches and helps keep away infection; it’s pretty common around here too: little golden flowers with lots of petals...they’re usually around water. And you’ve probably encountered catmint before, it usually finds you before you find it.” She chuckled softly and slid a quick, shy glance at Pepperpaw. “It’s very precious though, used to treat the nastiest coughs.”

𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚛

[ˈspaŋgəl-spər] — 14 moons

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a dilute calico she-cat with light green-blue eyes

location: forest | tags: eggroll

The calico’s eyes narrowed as the tom spoke now, her tail continuing to lash from her frustration. She opened her jaws repeatedly to answer him, but her thoughts were so conflicting that they bounced off one another on their way off her tongue and left only silence in their wake. Spanglespur just let out a sound halfway between a sigh and a growl, both annoyed and relieved that the tabby stranger was leaving. “Can’t say I won’t be seeing you again,” she muttered after his retreating form, slipping her claws in and out of the soil beneath her. No doubt he’d continue to cross into and/or hunt on the territory, but Spanglespur wouldn’t be the cat to stop him anymore. For all she cared, he could do what he liked; what gave her any right to tell him otherwise?

Turning away, she loped back across the territory and began the trek back to the camp, not wanting to be gone for too long. As she walked, she considered what the rogue had told her. Was she becoming something she was not? It definitely felt like it sometimes, especially with her every thought and action having to be for the clan. What did she ever get to do for herself, besides running through the snow?

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