WILLOWSTAR
molly • fifty-four moons • leader of spruceclan • bisexual • open interest • no mate • willow
tags: shadowrunner, starlingfrost • mentions: waspsting, mallowpaw, wolfclaw, flickerpaw, the clan ────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────The early morning sun crept through the bramble covering of Willowstar’s den, dappling the rather small leader. Her eyes opened partially, crinkling against the bright light of day as she rose to her paws in a drawn out stretch, her mouth parting to reveal needle like teeth. With great reserve she nudged her way through the barrier, casting her eyes over the shifting cats of her clan. Shadowrunner was perched just below her den, watching the clan and handing out morning tasks. She shook out her pelt before leaping down to her deputies side. She offered him a curt nod, but did not speak, her eyes drifting between the cats of her clan. She searched for her brothers darker tabby pelt, barely catching the flick of his tail as he slipped through the camp entrance, his apprentice in tow. She had given him an apprentice at a young age, hoping the wild hate in his eyes would dull down if he had something to work for, something to put his energy into. She knew it was a decision the clan often questioned, he was the youngest warrior in the clan, but he had been given one of the most dedicated apprentices. He needed to learn before he became a danger to himself or the clan. She knew her choice was correct, eventually, others would see that, or at least she hoped. She turned to her deputy, touching his shoulder with the tip of her tail “I am going to take out a hunting party, watch the camp while I am away.” she remarked softly, dipping her head to the grey tom before trotting off into the jumble of cats. She paused before a black and white tom, his ears pricking at her notice “Starlingfrost, I would like you and Mallowpaw to join me for a hunt, if you could also grab Wolfclaw and Flickerpaw, I will meet you at the entrance” she dipped her head before turning away, letting the warrior take over the search for the other two as she trailed Waspsting’s scent to the entrance. She could scent fresh wounds on the warre, something relatively unusual considering there had been no fights recently, but it wasn’t just that that made her uncomfortable, it was the hollowed scent of rotting leaves and musky waters that seemed to cling to his own that made her hackles raise in discomfort.
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tom • eighteen moons • warrior of spruceclan • heterosexual • interested in batpaw • no mate • hamilton
tags: marrowstar (npc); batpaw • mentions: none ────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────Waspsting could feel his heart hammering in his chest, his breaths coming in uneven huffs as he locked eyes with the white tom before him. “Good. Could be better though.” he remarked, a light snarl tinging his words. “I’ll try harder” Waspsting huffed, flicking his tail in frustration. As if he hadn’t already been trying, as if he hadn’t felt the stinging of wounds on his arms or watched his clanmates gaze as they looked upon him with wary concern in their eyes. As if he hadn’t exhausted himself every night to prove himself worthy of Marrowstar’s praise. “There is no try. You WILL do better” Marrowstar snarled, slashing one paw out, claws unsheathed. It grazed across Waspsting’s face, making his eyes water, blood pooling from the shallow tears in his skin. Waspsting let out a low growl but didn’t argue with the tom before him instead, he simply dipped his head. “Go. Be back here tonight, and I expect you to accomplish what I ask this time” and with that, the white tom turned away, flicking his tail dismissively.
Waspsting struggled to his feet as the sun slipped into the warriors den. Carefully, he cleaned his muzzle, making sure the blood had stopped pooling at the scratch wounds. He would need to see the medicine cat about it, but he would wait, he wanted to see Batpaw, to get out of camp for awhile and disappear into another life. He clawed his way out of the shallow den, his ears flicking forward, as he moved towards the apprentice den. Gently, he shook the she-cat awake, his piercing green eyes gazing down at her “Come on, lazy bones, lets get a move on” he purred, withdrawing from the warriors den as he awaited his apprentice. When she at last joined him he gave her a quick flick on the ear with his tail and made for the camp entrance “Battle training and then hunting. Good?” he asked, slightly brusk, doing his best not to show how tired he truly was nor the scraps on his face that looked much to much like cat claws.
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molly • twenty-seven moons • rogue/loner • bisexual • mates w/ starlingfrost
tags: none • mentions: splashkit, swiftkit, lynxkit, starlingfrost, spruceclan, rockclan
────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────Twistedheart shifted uncomfortable against the cold hard ground. Three days on her own had proved exhausting beyond reason. There were three tiny pieces of her missing, an emptiness she could never replace. A silence had filled her makeshift den on the outskirts of Rockclan territory, once that had deadly consequences. She shook herself awake, trying desperately not to linger on the thought of her missing kits as her stomach rumbled angrily. She needed to see Starlingfrost, she needed to hear his voice, to beg for his help. Steadily, she followed the scent of Spruceclan, picking her way carefully through the underbrush, alert for any sounds of her recently removed clanmates, but no sounds came and as she reached the border of Spruceclan she began to pace. How long would it be before Starlingfrost came to this side of the territory? Would he even bother to see her now? Fear crackled through her like fire, digging into her already broken heart. She heaved as sigh and slumped over at the edge of her territory.
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molly • four moons • kit of spruceclan • undecided • no interest
tags: lynxkit, swiftkit • mentions: cindermist, blackstar
────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────Splashkit jolted awake at the sound of her brother’s voice, her oddly colored eyes flashing with irritation. “I was sleeping, you know” she murmured curling back up and tucking her muzzle under her tail. That didn’t seem to deter either of her siblings from using their voices loudly. With reluctance, she stretched her forepaws and sat upright. While they decided what to do with the day, Splashpaw shimmied up to the edge of the nursery, watching the others as they scurried about their day. It was strange, not scenting her mother nearby. She felt a hollow pang of sadness but she would never betray it to either of her siblings. She looked up to where the deputy had just joined the leader, and for a split second she could have sworn the deputy's eyes flickered towards her. Startled, she sank back into the den and looked to her siblings “I think Blackstar and Cindermist are talking about us” she murmured, flashing her eyes between her siblings.
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