Iceblood ♀
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Medicine Cat~ 77 moons ~ Fearful ~ Crushless ~ Tags: None
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Pikestar had received his name and nine lives only a few sunrises ago, but Starcave kept calling to the medicine cat. Her ears were flooded with their hymn to the point where she could no longer focus on her duties. She bid Sparkpaw and Nightpaw farewell for the night as she made her way into the labyrinth of the caves to see what they wanted this time. She was aware a deputy had yet to be named, but with the recent fox attacks killing a number of good warriors, the choice had been difficult. Soon...
The pitch black caves didn’t bother the small cat as she weaved her way through the tunnels, guided the call of her Warrior ancestors and the cold condensation against her whiskers. It was the job of every cat to one day learn these tunnels, but tradition had fallen short in the last several moons. She had a feeling the last cats to learn them well enough were Darkfeather and Leopardstep... It didn’t matter much now, that wasn’t her place to step in and demand any changes to such new leadership. The light of Starcave broke her many buzzing thoughts, the soft trickle of water down the rocks into the shining pool beneath that eventually reached their camp. Her ears flick, glaring up at the glowing stars above.
“Well, what do you want now?” She grumbles under her breath, crouching and touching her nose to the water. Cats suddenly scrambled around her, crying out and wailing with fear. She couldn’t see them, but they bumped, pushed and collided on her from all sides. The cries were drown by terrible crashes, like trees tumbling to the forest floor. Iceblood tried to follow the flow of cats deeper into the darkness, but Riverstar came into view and blocked her path.
“Escape your heaven and walk the path untouched. A tough choice ahead and a fate unjust. When the forest shakes and cuts you in two, look to the full moon for guidance.”
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Her paws ached like fire and her head hurt as the marbled cat made her way back into camp. It felt like a weight had been pressing her down into the earth the entire walk, only now feeling it’s tight grip release as sunlight began to bathe the camp in warm light. Cats would start waking soon, so she made her way to the medicine cat den to check on her apprentices and perhaps lay down for a little while. She hoped they hadn’t stayed up all night waiting for her to return... Stoneclan didn’t need three broken medicine cats on duty today...
Lichenstorm ♂
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Warrior ~ 42 moons ~ Tired ~ Crushless ~ Tags: None
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It'd been a long night, but a quiet one at the very least. He’d heard some rustling through the night of mice and voles, but otherwise a peaceful watch. The sound of paw steps from behind him signals Iceblood’s return and his worries settle slightly knowing she wasn’t lost in the Labyrinth. The other warriors should wake soon as well, meaning his guard duty was finally over. Trotting down from watch stone, he makes his way toward the fresh kill pile and noses out plump finch and settles near the water to watch his clan mates stir.
Wrenfoot ♂
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Warrior ~ 38 moons ~ Relaxed ~ Crushless ~ Tags: None
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Sunlight peaked into the warriors den and cast long shadows across the cave floor. The pale ginger tom rolled in his nest, feeling the sharp poke of a thorn somewhere in his bedding. He grunts, guessing he’d have to help Splashpaw and the other rotate out the old bedding soon. Stretching his paws out and cracking his wrists, he rises and gives his pelt a few smoothing licks. His long fur was a pain to keep groomed, but he didn’t complain one bit come leaf-bare. Once smoothed down to his liking, he exits the den and gazed out into the promising light.
Darkfeather ♀
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Warrior ~ 27 moons ~ Enthusiastic ~ Crushless ~ Tags: None
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Her dreams were usually a mixed bunch these days; her parents having passed away not long ago leaving her and Wolfpaw alone. They had each other and the very least and she’d be lying if she said that didn’t make it easier. Tonight had been a good dream night; wandering the forest with her brother and clan mates catching loads of plump prey. No fox attacks, no slipping off rocks and twisting paws, just a nice time with cats she cared so much for. Her eyes flutter open, happy to see that maybe her dream could become a reality today. The season was perfectly balanced, the dark she-cat looked forward to not being wet, frozen or overheating for a little while.