[ Shores and Summits ] Open

[Catfrog]

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐀𝐖
tom-cat + 11 moons + apprentice + no mate/crush + summitclan
tags: open + a tall white tom with ginger tabby patches and a sc
ar on his muzzle
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Flickerpaw barely moved, continuing to sob into the caregiver's pelt. His wails were only stopped when he finally heard Nettlepaw's call,
and stumbled over, his head drooped. What now? He thought, raising his head a slight amount to look at the speaking cat. He was bare
ly listening until she spoke about a new clan. It appealed, but he knew that Summitclan was a better choice. Just for him. The code would
be more free. He knew there wouldn't be a new Pixiepaw, but there might be a new someone.

Hopefully.

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊
tom-cat + forty moons + warrior + no mate or crush + summitclan
tags are open + a black tom-cat with pale green eyes
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Politely, he nodded at Bearfluff and was gone, sitting in the crowd, before he continued to speak.
Antdusk, in a whole, definitely preferred Summitclan. It was his home, and he had been there as
long as he could remember, and the mountains were his home. That was for sure.

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐖
molly + eleven moons + apprentice + no mate or crush + currently shoreclan
tags: cedarshine + a pale gray she-cat with soft fur and pale green eyes
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Softpaw listened intently. Fernsnap should be here, it was far too important to miss. If
there was a new clan, either of them might join. But as she listened to Nettlepaw talk,
the idea appealed to her. She sent Cedarshine a meaningful look, then turned back to l
isten and look.

[ghost_raven]

ShoreClan

Nightfeather /// Clan: ShoreClan /// 31 Moons /// Large Lynx Point Siamese with silver points and icy-blue eyes /// Tom + Bisexual /// Crush/Mate: N/A (To be Ripplestar at some point) /// Mentor/Apprentice: Gullpaw /// Tags: Ripplestar

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Mudkit /// Clan: N/A. Will be taken to SummitClan /// 0 Moons (Newborn) /// Small brown tabby with darker stripes and a white muzzle /// Tom + Pan /// Crush/Mate: Will be open when he gets a bit older /// Mentor/Apprentice: None /// Tags: Dewkit

Nightfeather sighed, his tail brushing against Ripplestar's flank.

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SummitClan

Crow-wing /// Clan: SummitClan /// 26 Moons /// Large, pretty Nebelung with a patch of white on chest and blue eyes /// She-cat + Straight /// Crush/Mate: Open /// Mentor/Apprentice: None /// Tags: Open

Crow-wing sighed and looked at the other cats. We need to bury the dead...

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SycamoreClan

Slate /// Clan: N/A. Will join SycamoreClan /// 80 Moons /// Large Bombay with one white paw. Named for her slate-colored eyes /// She-cat + Straight /// Crush/Mate: Open /// Mentor/Apprentice: None /// Tags: Open

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Blue /// Clan: N/A. Will join SycamoreClan /// 5 Moons /// Blue bicolor ragdoll with pretty sky-blue eyes /// She-cat + Questioning /// Crush/Mate: Open /// Mentor/Apprentice: None /// Tags: Open

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Willowdusk /// Clan: ShoreClan /// 49 Moons /// Ginger tabby with a white underside and blue eyes /// She-cat + Straight /// Crush/Mate: Open /// Mentor/Apprentice: None /// Tags: Icewing, Blackpaw

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Rainflower /// Clan: SummitClan /// 13 Moons /// Large, pretty tuxedo with light green eyes and a somewhat fluffy white tail. Has a scar on her right eye. /// She-cat + Lesbian /// Crush/Mate: N/A (To be Nettlepaw) /// Mentor/Apprentice: None /// Tags: Open

Willowdusk jumped down from her spot beside Nightfeather and went beside Rainflower, whispering to the younger she-cat that she would help her with Mapleheart.

[SilentMelody]

The 1 moon time skip has occurred!
It's now leaf-bare, and it's sun-high.

𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫
male ★ 34m ★ bi ★ shore prisoner
crush: nightfeather ★ tags: open

He sat in an empty tunnel, one he had been stuck in for a moon. Part of Ripplestar didn't mind it, but the other part of him was heavily lonely. After the Old Sycamore Battle, he had grown closer to Nightfeather and enjoyed the warrior's company when he visited.

𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥
transmale ★ 30m ★ pan ★ shore caregiver
crush: cedarshine ★ tags: dewkit, mudkit

His paws curled protectively around Dewkit and Mudkit, watching them sleep. Tinyseal bent his head and licked them, comforted by their soft breathing. He had only had them for a moon, taking them in when Creamflower gave them to him and bid him farewell before leaving for Sycamoreclan. Other than his kits, it was lonely in the nursery and Tinyseal missed the company of another caregiver sleeping beside him.

𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐰
female ★ 13m ★ lesbian ★ sycamore med app
crush: rainflower ★ tags: open

We need more burdock, chervil, and poppy seeds, she thought to herself as she went over the herb storage and counted each of them. Nettlepaw glanced over at Cindercloud and wondered if she was going to see Tinypaw today, or whatever his warrior name was going to be. Over the past moon, the two had been meeting a lot in the forest.

𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐤𝐢𝐭
female ★ 1m ★ pan ★ sycamore kit
crush: open ★ tags: cosmospetal, bubblekit

Still sleepy, she snuggled against Cosmospetal and Bubblekit. The warmth of their fur comforted Splashkit, and she had simple dreams.

[ghost_raven]

ShoreClan

Nightfeather /// Clan: ShoreClan /// 32 Moons /// Large Lynx Point Siamese with silver points and icy-blue eyes /// Tom + Bisexual /// Crush/Mate: Ripplestar /// Mentor/Apprentice: Gullpaw /// Tags: Ripplestar

Nightfeather purred softly as he checked a little scratch on his paw. It would serve as a reminder of the battle that took place at the Sycamore. Pushing the thoughts from his head, he headed for the prey pile and picked up a plump mouse, padding into the tunnel where Ripplestar was.

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Mudkit /// Clan: ShoreClan /// 1 Moons (Newborn) /// Small brown tabby with darker stripes and a white muzzle /// Tom + Pan /// Crush/Mate: Will be open when he gets a bit older /// Mentor/Apprentice: None /// Tags: Tinyseal, Dewkit

Mudkit purred softly as he slept beside Tinyseal

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SummitClan

Crow-wing /// Clan: SummitClan /// 27 Moons /// Large, pretty Nebelung with a patch of white on chest and blue eyes /// She-cat + Straight /// Crush/Mate: Open /// Mentor/Apprentice: None /// Tags: Open

Crow-wing sighed and looked at the other cats. Everything has changed since the battle. Mapleheart was with StarClan, and Rainflower was with SycamoreClan. The large she-cat felt alone now, nothing but a normal cat living in a semi-normal Clan. She wondered how Rainflower was fairing in the newly-made Clan. Shaking her head, she sat down by the entrance to the warriors' den.

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SycamoreClan

Slate (Slateflight) /// Clan: SycamoreClan /// 81 Moons /// Large Bombay with one white paw. Named for her slate-colored eyes /// She-cat + Straight /// Crush/Mate: Open /// Mentor/Apprentice: None /// Tags: Open

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Blue (Bluepaw) /// Clan: SycamoreClan /// 6 Moons /// Blue bicolor ragdoll with pretty sky-blue eyes /// She-cat + Questioning /// Crush/Mate: Open /// Mentor/Apprentice: Icewing /// Tags: Open

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Willowdusk /// Clan: SycamoreClan /// 50 Moons /// Ginger tabby with a white underside and blue eyes /// She-cat + Straight /// Crush/Mate: Open /// Mentor/Apprentice: Tiger /// Tags: Icewing, Blackpaw

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Rainflower /// Clan: SycamoreClan /// 14 Moons /// Large, pretty tuxedo with light green eyes and a somewhat fluffy white tail. Has a scar on her right eye. /// She-cat + Lesbian /// Crush/Mate: Nettlepaw /// Mentor/Apprentice: None /// Tags: Open

Willowdusk chattered with Rainflower as Slate played with Blue. Although she was older, Slate couldn't help but want to stay close to Blue. After all, she was the one who raised her.

[casper.]

✦ Stagleap | tom | apprentice | 13 moons | summit| mentioned: | tagged:
A moon had passed since the Old Sycamore Battle and although the missing cats had returned, nothing felt right. He always expected to see Bearfluff giving out patrols and things to do. But they didn't have a deputy anymore. The warrior always wondered who would become next in line to be leader.

✦ Thornbreeze | tom | warrior | 34 moons | shore | mentioned: | tagged:
The large tom stalked a mouse as it nibbled on the forest floor. With a small leap he was on top of it and giving a killing bite. He carefully picked it up and made his way to a bush where he buried it.

✦ Ryebelly | molly | elder | 132 moons | shore | mentioned: | tagged:
resting in the elders den

✦ Dandelionpaw | molly | apprentice | 10 moons | shore | mentioned: | tagged:
Dandelionpaw sat outside watching the waves. So much had happened, the moon that passed was slow and boring. Ripplestar was still a prisoner and Reedstrike took his place as Reedstar. The clan needed a deputy though she only wondered how long they would have to wait.

[drift.]

|Tom|Siamese, mint eyes|Tags: Open| Mentions: none
Sagepaw had returned to Shoreclan camp silent and deep in thought. His mentor was now Reedstar, and Sagepaw did his best to stay hidden and away from the tom. His head was filled with anxiety ever since Reedstrike had seen him with Stagleap that night, and he didn't want to bother the already busy tom. Currently, Sagepaw slunk around the outskirts of camp, even more lonely after Softpaw left Shoreclan, and now he wandered aimlessly, looking for something to keep him busy.



|She-cat|N.F mix|Honey eyes|Scent: Pine+Salt|Tags: Tinyseal| mentions: n/a[/b]
Cedarshine had gotten back from hunting, and instead of dropping the dove on the prey pile she made a beeline for the nursery tunnel. It was a little cramped for her big size, but she ducked down and crept into the larger den, speaking in a quiet tone as to not disturb the kits at Tinyseal's side. "I brought you this- I figured you'd might be hungry with these little ones to keep up with." she mused quietly, settling down beside the tom to watch the kits as their small flanks rose and fell.



𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫
|Tom|Maine Coon, pale blue eye|Tags: Open|
Bearstar shook out his coat and glanced around the make shift camp, the air was crisp and cold, and leaf-bare was here. The guilt of leaving his clan had faded to a small uncomfortable memory at the back of his mind, but his clan, Sycamoreclan, now had his undivided attention. Quite a few cats had joined, many being loners, but a few were clanborn, including Softpaw, Nettlepaw, and Creamflower and her kits. He stood in front of his den, eyes narrowed as he watched Slate and Blue tumble around playfully. They had joined Sycamoreclan recently and were due for their naming ceremony soon. Bearstar sighed as he realized he also needed to anoint a deputy, and trudged off to see if anyone needed help.




|Tom|amber eyes|Scent: lemon|Mentions; Blackswan |Tags: OPEN| Summitclan Camp
Thistlepaw jumped slightly when he heard Blackpaw's voice. He hadn't made up his mind, but decided to drop it until he knew for sure. The memory of that night was distant as Thistlepaw continued his apprentice duties without the dark molly, who was now Blackswan. Sometimes he missed her annoying behaviour, and sometimes he loved the silence of the den. But on this particularly cold day Thistlepaw kept looking towards the forest, aching to see the new clan. Antstar was a good leader, but he wanted to see the large and gentle deputy- er- Leader again. He hadn't spoken to Bearstar for a moon, and the clan felt empty without the two big cats. He decided once his mentor was busy he could sneak out and go see how Sycamoreclan was doing, and maybe get his aching shoulder wound checked again. It had flared up after hunting.

[Catfrog]

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑
tom-cat + forty moons + leader + no mate or crush + summitclan
tags are open + a black tom-cat with pale green eyes
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Antstar rested his head on his paws. He'd never thought he'd be leading a clan, though he had
often dreamed of it. And that was it - it was a thing of dreams. Atleast, until he'd become dep
uty. The clans had been co-existing well, although not much word from Shoreclan had reached
him. Everything felt more... free. The tom looked at the light streaming into his den and finall
y decided to get up, sliding his claws in and out as he stretched. He had a few scars left from t
he Old Sycamore Battle, but they were hardly noticeable, as he had plenty of other noticeable
scars. He slipped out of the entrance, and sighed as a cold gust of air greeted him.

His eyes drifted about the camp as he came out. It seemed like it had less cats, but like his scar
s, it wasn't very noticeable. There were still plenty of cats in camp, and he had suspected. With
no deputy to assign patrols they didn't have much to do. He needed to choose a deputy soon eno
ugh, but who? He shook out his fur and simply padded farther into the camp, picking up a thin sh
rew. It seemed the prey was already getting skinnier.

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐏
tom-cat + 12 moons + warrior + no mate/crush + summitclan
tags: open + a tall white tom with ginger tabby patches and a sc
ar on his muzzle
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Flickerswoop's dark orange eyes were bright as he looked up at the leafbare sky. Weakly, he smiled.
It was leafbare, yes, and the tom wanted them to choose a deputy already, but he also couldn't ig
nore the fact that he had just received his warrior name, as had many other apprentices. He wishe
d he'd been becoming a warrior with a close friend. He did truly think that he thought far too much
about things. But it had been important, hadn't it? Hadn't she? Shaking his head, Flickerswoop decid
ed to simply go for a walk, maybe patrol and hunt. With his warrior name he felt braver, maybe. Bu
t the battle had done something to him, even if he hadn't actively participated. He missed having a
friend.

Atleast Whitelightning was still alive. They were nice, and Flickerswoop trusted the older warrior. M
ore than anyone else he knew that was alive. He also knew that thinking about the dead constantly w
ouldn't help him at all in getting over everything. After a bit of walking, he caught the scent of a squ
irrel, quickly, he dropped to the ground, unsheathing his claws and following the scent of the squirrel
once he was close enough, he leapt on it, stabbing its throat with his claws and then picking it up.

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓
molly + twelve moons + warrior + no mate or crush + sycamoreclan
tags: open + a pale gray she-cat with soft fur and pale green eyes
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Softheart felt bad leaving her friends. Sycamoreclan was peaceful. It had somewhat
created peace between the clans. Hearing about a new clan - of half-bloods and ot
hers - had made her drift back to the days when it was just Softheart and her sister
, walking around on a constant search for shelter and food. Shoreclan had been just
that, but now she was in Sycamoreclan, and feeling a bit homesick. She was kicked o
ut of her thoughts by a large, freezing cold breeze. She hoped her leaf-bare coat wou
ld finish growing in soon enough. It always took a while to grow out.

She glanced around camp silently, licking her muzzle and then padding forward to grab
a bite to eat. The clan wasn't fully established, but that just happened with most new c
lans. She grabbed a squirrel, most likely from the previous night, and began to tear off c
hunks of meat, chewing slowly while drifting back into her thoughts.

[Animals65]

Creamflower is eating a rabbit from the fresh-kill pile, savoring the delicious taste. She is enjoying the peace in SycamoreClan after deciding to join them for a fresh start, although she does miss ShoreClan dearly since that was her birth Clan. She also misses Ravenkit as he ended up deciding to stay in ShoreClan. She is glad that he decided to stay behind and seems to be happy with his choice; after all she did tell him that she wouldnt be mad at either decision he made that night.

[eat kids]

i c e w i n g
gender she-cat ✯ looks norwegian forest cat, pale green eyes
✯ age 27 moons ✯ sexuality bi ✯ rank warrior ✯ mentions
n/a ✯ tags bearstar ✯ mate/crush n/a ✯ clan sycamoreclan

icewing came up behind bearstar and walked beside him, taking a deep breath of the cold crisp air that indicated the arrival of leaf-bare would be soon. the forest had become more peaceful and it seemed less filled with bloodshed and haunted with memories of the deaths of former clanmates. "this is home now," icewing declared with a grin as she pawed at the ground awkwardly, unsure of how to begin a conversation with the former deputy and now new leader.

s p a r r o w f l i g h t
gender tom ✯ looks toyger, dark hazel eyes
✯ age 21 moons ✯ sexuality bi, female lean ✯ rank warrior ✯
mentions n/a ✯ tags open ✯ mate/crush n/a ✯ clan summitclan

sparrowflight sat outside and looked in the sky, the winds making him shiver a little bit.

l e a f p a w
gender she-cat ✯ looks american wirehair, dark emerald eyes
✯ age 9 moons ✯ sexuality pan ✯ rank apprentince ✯
mentor brackenskip✯ tags open ✯ mate/crush n/a ✯ clan shoreclan

leafpaw walked around camp with a skip in her step, it may been fairly early but she did not give a care, for starclan's sake it was a new beautiful day on the even more beautiful sandy landscape. she wondered when her mentor would awake and begin their training for the day.

[Abducted_by_Bees]

name; pignose
age; 32 moons
gender; male
rank; warrior
sexuality; bisexual
apprentice; none
locations; forest
mentions; Cindercloud
tags; Open
clan; summit

One moon had passed all ready but it felt like just yesterday that he had lost the sight in his left eye and half of his left ear. Pignose still walked with a limp but the wounds were healing and the pain was more of a ache than sharp. He exited the warrior den and looked out into the forest a little sad that his friend was no longer just hanging around camp and making snide comments. He gave a heartfelt sigh and turned away from staring out towards the forest. He probably would have healed faster if he had visited Cindercloud; the new medicine cat of Sycamore clan, but he couldn't bring himself to face her in this instant. He had terrible feelings of abandonment but it wasn't her fault. She was chosen, that's a huge honor. He was happy for her, but more saddened by the emptiness he felt without her around. Now that Pignose could walk around freely and his muscles were beginning to recover, he decided to head out to the forest and attempt to hunt. He wasn't sure he would catch anything but at least it would take his mind off of Cindercloud.

name; blackbane
age; 12 moons
gender; female
rank; warrior
sexuality; hetero
apprentice; open
location; forest
mentions; Thistlepaw
tags; none
clan; summit

Blackbane had been sleeping in the warrior den for the past moon. She was ecstatic to finally be a warrior, though she didn't feel like she fully deserved it. She had slacked off a lot as an apprentice. Constantly pulling pranks and sneaking off to cause trouble, this feeling of responsibility was almost too much for her personality to bare. She wondered how she would be able to handle having an apprentice of her own someday. She looked towards the apprentice den longingly before turning away and padding out of camp. She often thought of Thistlepaw at night but she knew he was probably doing much better without her around. After all she felt responsible for his injury. Blackbane cleared her throat and padded out of camp. She was now riddled with scars along her body, no longer a solid black cat but covered with red claw marks and missing tuffs of fur. Luckily she had her senses and all of her limbs. Blackbane climbed a tree just on the outskirts of camp and sat comfortably to watch for prey, but it being leaf-bare now, it was increasingly harder to find prey and for this black molly to blend with her surroundings.

name; goosemask
age; 18 moons
gender; male
rank; medicine cat
sexuality; bisexual
apprentice; none
location; in camp
mentions; clan
tags; Ryebelly
clan; shore

Goosemask was proud to be the new medicine cat of shore clan, though he would never admit it out loud. He was still the grumpy cat he had always been but now he held an important role. Goosemask looked through his supply and made a mental note of what supplies he needed to collect. A lot of cats had died during the sycamore battle only a moon ago and many were still injured. As bad as it sounds, he loves it. He had so much to do and he was no longer sitting around judging others, now he was working and judging them. He snickered to himself at the thought. Goosemask turned his attention away from the supplies and made a bee-line for the elder's den. He poked his head in curiously to see Ryebelly sleeping. If he was a nice cat, he probably would have left the elder alone to snore and dream soundly, but... he wasn't. Goosemask cleared his throat loudly. "Do you need anything Ryebelly, I'm going out of camp for a moment." He asked trying to be more polite than usual, though it was only because he just took this role of medicine cat, he bet in another moon or two he would be back to his grumpy non-approachable self. But as long as he got the job done, it shouldn't be a problem.

name; rosepaw
age; 10 moons
gender; male
rank; apprentice
sexuality; bisexual
mentor; none
location; in camp
mentions; open
tags; Softheart
clan; sycamore

Rosepaw was a new clan cat. He grew up mostly alone in the forest just on the other side of the mountain. After losing his mentor three moons ago, he decided for safety reasons he should join a clan. As he passed by he had come upon the old battle of Sycamore clan and with great surprise they welcomed him into the clan with open paws. Rosepaw kept his past a secret but he tried his best to fit in. He wanted to make some new friends and having grown up knowing only the life of a rogue whom purposely tried to start fights and thieved their way through life, he found it extremely difficult to let his guard down, though he did try his best to get along with them. Rosepaw cocked his head to the side as he saw someone approach the fresh kill pile. He was so used to catching his own meals that he never thought of taking something someone else caught without consequences. Rosepaw approached Softheart with as bright a smile as he could muster. "Hey, Im new. Rosepaw. You have a sad look." He said bluntly. Not sure how to start conversations with others. "What are you thinking about?" He asked with an awkward smile, putting himself out there for the first time ever.