❝ creekclan ― ☁ // open & accepting

[Stripe12]

B U Z Z A R D F E A T H E R
Female|Medicine cat|Medicine den|Tags: Open

A pair of green eyes looked over the medicine storage, counting the herbs. It had been over a half moon since Buzzardfeather had been able go collect herbs, and they had begun to get low. That was bad, especially with a leader who longed for battle. That wasn't the end of her problems, though. The creek was flooding, and the clan was looking to her for guidance. Starclan had sent her a dream, but she was still trying to figure it out. With a sigh, the medicine cat sat down, lost in her thoughts.

[ethium]

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large solid black molly w/ green eyes - warrior - 45 moons
loc; camp tags; open
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xxxxxxxxThe large, motherly molly was already awake and about before most. She had gone out to hunt, but to no avail. She huffed angrily into the air, feeling like howling her grief to the stars. There was little she could do about the relentless torrent that berated her fur so violently. Yet she desired nothing less than to make it all go away, the creek already had her worried, to the point where even she- an excellent swimmer- dared not cross it. Her futile attempts at hunting did little to soothe the frustrating blossoming in her chest. Hunting in this rain was near impossible, but for some odd reason the molly had made it her mission to prove every cat wrong. To prove that creekclan could still survive despite the torrent. Clearly, she had failed in her attempts to prove her own mind wrong.

Morningfern grumbled trudging sodden, snappy and frustrated back to camp. However she paused, ears flicking as she heard the grumbles of cats awakening. Primarily she heard badgerstar and instantly paused her entrance. She didn't want to walk in on the angry tom's violence. Most of all because she was certain she'd likely fight badgerstar for his ignorance, she was in no mood to deal with it. Nor keep silent about it.. With a sigh she entered camp, her gaze immediately finding badgerstar. When she looked at him she had to keep her lips from curling back in a snarl and pinning her ears. She had always hated his insensitivity, especially when it came to his own clan mates. His ruthlessness, now that was to be admired. However there were times where it was appropriate and times where it was not. A clan setting was one of those times.

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brown classic tabby tom w/ green eyes - warrior - 47 moons
loc; camp tags; open
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xxxxxxxxFleetstrike is still asleep, feel free to interact with him he's in the warriors den.

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brown tiger tabby tom w/ gold eyes - apprentice - 11 moons
loc; camp tags; open
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xxxxxxxxBrindlepaw awoke to grumbling and rain, instantly he wished he was anywhere but in creekclan. He had always hated rain, though being a fairly strong swimmer a torrent of rainfall could easily cause catastrophe. Slowly the tom lifted himself from his nest, his piercing golden eyes narrowed in frustration. It wouldn't stop, and brindlepaw doubted it would ever at this point. He exhaled sharply through his nose as he watched the rain fall down for a moment, shouldn't precious starclan have warned them? A bunch of fools with bees-for-brains more like. Brindlepaw pulled back his lips in a snarl and stalked out of the apprentice den. Quietly noting those who were awake. Only briefly did he glance at badgerstar, even then he was quick to pull his gaze away.

The irritability was palpable in the air, especially with the mood, and though typically he would have enjoyed getting under a cat's fur he didn't feel like being shredded today. The tom glanced around for a moment, narrowed eyes scanning for his stubborn mentor. Though he admired scorchheart's tenacity, sometimes he felt like clawing his own eyes out when it came to his mentor. They clashed- constantly. Their personalities were far too similar when it came to frustration and snapping. Finally, after deciding that his mentor must still be dozing, he huffed angrily and lashed his tail. Turning back into the apprentice den and sitting down. No use in stepping out into the soggy cold for no reason. So he sat there in the den, glaring at anything that moved until his mentor decided to stop snoozing and train him.

[way]

𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛xx [tags; morningfern]

i. tom ii. 36 moons iii. leader iv. loc; camp


as badgerstar exited the warrior's den, his gaze immediately landed on morningfern. he lashed his tail once, wondering where she had disappeared off to, but didn't bother to ask. instead, he padded up to her, intercepting her path in case she had been trying to avoid badgerstar. "morningfern," he greeted with a curt nod of his head, although his tone was frigid. "i have no idea why finchcloud hasn't left the warriors den yet, so i'll entrust you to organize a patrol to take hunting this morning," he meowed, narrowing his green eyes. "since you seem so keen on leaving camp before patrols are organized, i trust that this will be no problem for you." badgerstar added with a growl, giving her a look that dared morningfern to challenge him. badgerstar feared no cat, and if morningfern tried anything, he had no issue with lashing out. he felt that it was his duty to assert his dominance and control over his clan.

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𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚎xx [tags; snowstrike, timberpaw, nightpaw, cranepaw]

i. she-cat ii. 36 moons iii. warrior iv. loc; camp


"good morning to all of you," honeybee greeted, dipping her head in a friendly manner at the three cats. the petite she-cat straightened up when her apprentice asked what they would be doing today. she titled her head thoughtfully, thinking for a moment. she knew badgerstar had implored snowstrike to take cranepaw battle training, but she felt that, with nightpaw possibly receiving her warrior name soon, honeybee wanted to sharpen her apprentice's hunting and tracking skills. honeybee was confident in her apprentice's skill, and she was very proud of nightpaw, but with the increased emphasis on battle training, honeybee felt as though there hadn't been enough time for the other aspects of training. with that in mind, honeybee finally spoke. "well, i suppose snowstrike is going to be taking cranepaw and timberpaw to do some battle practice, but," honeybee's gaze traveled from snowstrike to nightpaw, hoping her apprentice wouldn't be disappointed. "with your final assessment potentially coming up soon, i'd really like to take you to do some hunting practice so you can demonstrate your skills to me. you know, you're getting a little big for the apprentice's den!" honeybee teased. looking at snowstrike, she added, "by the way, you might want to ask brambleclaw about taking timberpaw with you." she mewed politely.

[daisylin]

- Snowstrike
tom / bisexual / interest ; honeybee / apprentice ; cranepaw / location ; camp / tags ; all yall

"I wake him up every morning." Snowstrike mewed, his bi colored eyes landing on the tabby tom below him, "He's my brother. I make sure he gets something in him because he doesn't like to eat." His eyes burned into Timberpaw as the young apprentice groomed out big knots in his fur. He was the youngest and smallest apprentice, but he wasn't getting teased because they knew his relations with Snowstrike, "I rarely get to take him out because it's still his first few months of training. Once he gets older I don't think Brambleclaw will mind me bringing him with me and Cranepaw. But as of now I need to show Cranepaw some fighting moves above anything." He said this simply so if Badgerstar heard him he wouldn't say something smart and make Snowstrike lose his final end. Not only was their camp soon going to get flooded over, but Badgerstar was aggressive and angry and dominating and straight out cruel. He had a sick feeling in his stomach that Creekclan would get tired of the abuse and rise up against the angry leader. !5 cats up against one is a pretty straight forward fight.

[☆ star child]

||cherrycloud||warrior|| who ;; open || where ;; camp|| wc;; 180||

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rain. rain, rain, rain.
cherrycloud eyed the clouds in the sky disdanefully, stopping to shake his dripping fur for the sixth time the past hour alone. being long-furred helped with the cold but with weather like this all it did was make him miserable.
he supposed he should be used to it by now- it'd been so long since he'd seen a clear sky and the sun and had been soaked through constantly, leaving him feeling a little ill, chilly, but he had duties to perform and is everyone else was working he knew had to as well.
the thought made him sigh but did perk him up a little - he had his clan to work for. he stopped trying to fruitlessly shake himself dry to glance around camp, at everyone else hurrying through the rain, mentors popping into dens to find their apprentices, such and so-forth. this was fine- they were fine. the rain would have to stop eventually, he just knew it.
with renewed positivity in his step, cherrycloud bounced off to find something else to do.

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cranepaw did not want to get up.
dear starclan her nest was so warm and she was so dry and comfortable, dreams comforting and quiet.
but snowstrike's voice was piercing her foggy brain and she knew that it meant there was no returning to the warm land of sleep now.
cracking an eye open she blinked up at her fiesty mentor, fighting not to frown. she knew this was her job, that she wasn't a kit anymore, that she couldn't argue - last time she'd tried to sleep in she'd been out hunting for almost half a day as punishment, so she was wise enough not to try again.
"morning," she said instead, closing her eye again and then rolling over to try and push her heavy limbs up. she watched timberpaw, who'd been curled very close to her and who'd been radiating so much warm, wander out grumbling and it made her smile a little as she hopped after her mentor into the pouring rain. it didn't really bother her - being muddy and gross was always fun - but she could understand why it might others.
"what're we doing today?" she asked, raising her voice over the downpour and glancing to snowstrike. "are we training with others?"

[iyori]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxname. featherbrooke gender. female rank. queen feeling. fearful tagged. [insert here] ♛.

featherbrooke, for once was glad to be a queen. it would be many moons before she would go in labor, but now she was given first choice of prey and allowed to rest. she sounded lazy. the fluffy queen recoiled at the thought. perhaps it's the rain getting to all of us.. she took great care in grooming her silky fur, no longer even attempting to rid the wet leaves that stuck like leeches, because the rain made it even more sticky. while finishing her daily routine, she slowly stumbled out of the den, hairs rising on her spine as she felt the tension in the air. every cat was restless and upset. not content. of course, why would they be? prey was very little, badgerstar was too harsh and uncaring, and the rain was like a monster, endless and following them until they could no longer stand it. the molly made sure to stay far from the now, violent churning creek. if it kept raining, they would no longer be able to swim, and all cats would be in danger if they were too close and fell in. she considered discussing things with another cat but was not brave enough. with a forlorn look, she managed to stiffly walk towards the prey pile, hesitantly bending down to grab her share, although she was fearful because she had not noticed any other cat grab a meal.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxname. duskthicket gender. male rank. warrior feeling. dark tagged. [insert here] ?.

he was most likely asking for a death wish as he felt the harsh prod from badgerstar. for some reason, the burly tom quietly snickered as he lazily crawled to his paws. might as well help out.. but I have a bad feeling about this.. he began to groom his rugged pelt, quickly stroking the remaining hairs before slowly padding out of the warriors den, sighing at the silence. prey was scarce, and the rain was yet to make it worse. although he was more than happy to hunt until his paws were sore for the welfare of the clan, something about the rain seemed off, and it made him feel hopeless. the cold rain drizzled on the hard ground, piling into crystal puddles, and as he gazed at his reflection, the tom felt a surge of worry. tired eyes, ribs exposed, fur thin, unhappy expression. was he the only one growing tired of this endless torture? at first, he thought his apprentice- like mischief would cheer himself up, but it made his dislike for the leader grow, and as much as he heard the constant thought of revolting, it seemed beyond horrible. badgerstar became leader for a reason.. perhaps they should speak to him first before acting out without any violence..

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large solid black molly w/ green eyes - warrior - 45 moons
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xxxxxxxxMorningfern pulled up her head as badgerstar intercepted her path towards the warriors den. Her eyes narrowed, her control balancing on the tip of a whisker. "Badgerstar." a nod was all she provided. Though she felt herself slowly slipping as badgerstar commented on her recent appearance and then suggested she go out and hunt. Of all the things badgerstar could have told her to do he chose hunting. hunting. Quietly morningfern took note of the glare he gave her, daring her to challenge him. oh but this time she dared, at this she took the bait that badgerstar had so carefully threaded into his words. She hissed through closed teeth "Organizing a patrol would only be a waste of time and energy. Which we need to conserve and are fairly short on- if you hadn't had noticed." she spat sharply gesturing towards the roaring creek. "I was out hunting, and i'll be surprised if we manage to find anything. The prey has the common sense to stay out of the rain, and out of danger. All of the scents have been washed away. The rain doesn't exactly help with vision either." Each word was removed from her tongue like shards of ice. Her eyes had long since been narrowed as she tensed. Primarily because she suspected he'd either swing for her, or literally try to rip her throat out. If that was the case then she'd take her chances with the roaring creek. Well at least he might be swift.. though she wouldn't count on it.

She'd fight tooth and nail if he decided to come for her. She was built similarly to him, though likely a tad bit smaller she would fight until she could no more. Maybe the other cats would come to their senses and escape while they still could. The medicine cat had done little to soothe their worries and the river would likely overflow soon. If it overtook the camp.. you could only pray that whatever ancestor decided to listen chose to act. Right now she was challenging their authority, foolish in all senses of thought but foolish decisions weren't entirely uncommon when your sodden and ready to rip into the ignorant flea-bag before you. He wasn't acting like a leader when they so direly needed him to, so she'd either make him be a leader or she'd die trying. Then she'd hope that some cat had a shred of common sense, at least enough to get out of here while they still could, or to do something to challenge the torrent of water that had once been a safe haven. A small part of her knew that this was a bad idea, that this would only result in pain for either party. More likely hers, but if he chose to challenge her she'd do her best to make him remember that she'd not be so easy to cower from his anger. He was a bully, and he had bullied her clanmates long enough. His loyalty to the clan was unwavering, but his loyalty to his clanmates only went so far as his anger would let it.

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brown classic tabby tom w/ green eyes - warrior - 47 moons
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xxxxxxxxFleetstrike is still asleep, feel free to interact with him he's in the warriors den.

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brown tiger tabby tom w/ gold eyes - apprentice - 11 moons
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xxxxxxxxBrindlepaw awoke to grumbling and rain, instantly he wished he was anywhere but in creekclan. He had always hated rain, though being a fairly strong swimmer a torrent of rainfall could easily cause catastrophe. Slowly the tom lifted himself from his nest, his piercing golden eyes narrowed in frustration. It wouldn't stop, and brindlepaw doubted it would ever at this point. He exhaled sharply through his nose as he watched the rain fall down for a moment, shouldn't precious starclan have warned them? A bunch of fools with bees-for-brains more like. Brindlepaw pulled back his lips in a snarl and stalked out of the apprentice den. Quietly noting those who were awake. Only briefly did he glance at badgerstar, even then he was quick to pull his gaze away.

The irritability was palpable in the air, especially with the mood, and though typically he would have enjoyed getting under a cat's fur he didn't feel like being shredded today. The tom glanced around for a moment, narrowed eyes scanning for his stubborn mentor. Though he admired scorchheart's tenacity, sometimes he felt like clawing his own eyes out when it came to his mentor. They clashed- constantly. Their personalities were far too similar when it came to frustration and snapping. Finally, after deciding that his mentor must still be dozing, he huffed angrily and lashed his tail. Turning back into the apprentice den and sitting down. No use in stepping out into the soggy cold for no reason. So he sat there in the den, glaring at anything that moved until his mentor decided to stop snoozing and train him.

[daisylin]

- Timberpaw
tom / straight / mentor ; brambleclaw / interest ; nightpaw / location ; camp / tags ; all yall

Timberpaw heard the angry hissing across camp and his eyes led him to Badgerstar and Morningfern. His ears bent back in fear of seeing the she-cats blood spill. His eyes turned to his brother and felt himself almost fall over. Snowstrike was watching the entire fight, his claws already out and he was ready to pounce on the big tom to protect Morningfern. He wasn't taking any chances letting him get away with taking her life, and maybe if him and Morningfern worked together, maybe they could knock some sense into him that the water was becoming deadly.

[way]

𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛xx [tags; morningfern]

i. tom ii. 36 moons iii. leader iv. loc; camp


badgerstar's face was etched with a smug look when he saw morningfern had chosen to argue with him, but he was infuriated that she was choosing to not follow his order. he unsheathed his claws, but as much as he would have liked to claw the black she-cat's ears off, he forced his pelt to remain flat and kept his voice steady. "just because you're not competent enough to catch prey while it's raining doesn't mean the rest of my warriors can't," badgerstar growled, flourishing in the satisfaction of insulting the older warrior's intelligence. "it was not a suggestion, morningfern, it was an order. choosing not to feed your clan just because of a little rain is a bit... selfish... don't you think?" badgerstar continued, making sure to add emphasis on the word 'selfish'. he refused to be undermined by morningfern, and while he didn't threaten her out loud, he knew that he would be prepared to take action if she were to continue arguing with him, whether it be a physical punishment, enforcing extra duties, or even temporary banishment if he so wished. "the clan does need energy, and the only way we can get that is if there is food on the fresh-kill pile. a good, smart warrior knows how to hunt, no matter the weather," badgerstar flexed his claws into the soft mud. "so i'm telling you again, morningfern: you will take a patrol out to hunt, and you will not return until there is prey on that pile."

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𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚎xx [tags; snowstrike, timberpaw, nightpaw, cranepaw]

i. she-cat ii. 36 moons iii. warrior iv. loc; camp



"good morning to all of you," honeybee greeted, dipping her head in a friendly manner at the three cats. the petite she-cat straightened up when her apprentice asked what they would be doing today. she titled her head thoughtfully, thinking for a moment. she knew badgerstar had implored snowstrike to take cranepaw battle training, but she felt that, with nightpaw possibly receiving her warrior name soon, honeybee wanted to sharpen her apprentice's hunting and tracking skills. honeybee was confident in her apprentice's skill, and she was very proud of nightpaw, but with the increased emphasis on battle training, honeybee felt as though there hadn't been enough time for the other aspects of training. with that in mind, honeybee finally spoke. "well, i suppose snowstrike is going to be taking cranepaw and timberpaw to do some battle practice, but," honeybee's gaze traveled from snowstrike to nightpaw, hoping her apprentice wouldn't be disappointed. "with your final assessment potentially coming up soon, i'd really like to take you to do some hunting practice so you can demonstrate your skills to me. you know, you're getting a little big for the apprentice's den!" honeybee teased.



honeybee nodded to snowstrike as he explained his situation with brambleclaw and timberpaw, and then went back to waiting for nightpaw's response.

[tyrannical]

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/one. nettlepaw two. twelve moons three. tom ─

─ location; camp ///─ tags; x

xxxxxxNettlepaw had already been up early, too restless to sleep and the weather outside keeping him at the mouth of the medicine cat den, gently pawing through the stacks of herbs all so neatly organized in the small space. His eyes slowly tracked the progress of his fellow clanmates as they began to stir and suddenly the rain felt much more suffocating than before, the moist air felt as if it was smothering him as the ground beneath his paws began to dampen the further in the wet came. The precarious building of the barrier near the creek was only adding to the amounting discomfort he felt, for if a single scratch came to land on any of those working on it, he wasn't sure what he was going to do even with Buzzardfeather seated with him. A looming threat of a flood was enough to stop his previously trailing tail where it was resting against his side.

xxxxxxIt took a couple of paces in a short circle to finally get his numb legs to start working again, the earth below was wet enough for the rain to churn up mud in small patches on the forest floor. The normally bright sunup was chased away in favour of rain. Nettlepaw wasn't ecstatic at the recent development of the ceaseless rain, the next cover of the underbrush was only a rabbit-hop away from the opening of the den but he couldn't bring himself to venture into the harsh sting of the droplets and so he slowly padded the length of dry ground inside the medicine cats den. If anybody needed me they would find me it's not like I have anything better to do. He mused silently, casting a quick glance to the rest of the camp every couple of moments.

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/one. plumwillow two. thirty-one moons three. molly ─

─ location; camp ///─ tags; x

xxxxxxPlumwillow was quickly stirred by the menial bustle of her denmates awaking, her face contorted slightly as she stretched her dead limbs, gently bumping into someone she was too bleary to make out before drawing herself back in. In times like these when the rain was the last thing she wanted, everything was too sticky and too dark and it made her restless and snappy. The clan seemed to be in the same spirits, just being outside pulled her from her sleepy state, gently shaking her fur into back into place from where it sprung up from the humidity. She wasn't too sure if there was anyone still laying still in the dark of the den, but Plumwillow wasn't prepared to face any repercussions from staying too long in the warmth of the space.

xxxxxxVenturing out into the pounding rain was absolutely dismal and trying to gain her bearings was just another task on the ever-growing list of problems that came with being awake. Prey was now an afterthought, the birds no longer twittered and the undergrowth rarely crackled from the variety of creatures that nestled between roots and leaves. She made a point of stepping onto a worm that had burrowed up to meet the rain, a fairly accurate representation of how she felt, she almost but not quite snickered at the intruding thought.

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/one. cedarwatch two. thirty-five moons three. molly ─

─ location; camp ///─ tags; x

xxxxxxCedarwatch took to the weather like moth to a flame, the pattering of raindrops on her pelt was one of the things that made her pad into the clearing of the camp, gently brushing alongside her clanmates and listening for what was to come for the day, seemingly misplaced from having to take care of business she took swift survey of the camp until her ears swiveled towards the conversation of coming events. Hunting. Hunting was almost as useless as ever now, if there was anything to do it would be to dig for bugs under the piles of leaves that have gathered below the trees from the leafbare winds, yielding astronomically better results that even having the mind to hunt for creatures that have already hidden from the rain.

xxxxxxCedarwatch watched her breath rise into the cool air, before making for the efforts of building up the barrier of the creek that threatened to reach into the clan. It was the least she could do while she was here.