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[nightmyth]

𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 — [ˈskerəb - stär] — 54 moons
𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱. a tall, muscular black oriental tom with pale green eyes
location: camp | tags: timber

Scarabstar wanted nothing more than to curl up in his den and sleep for a thousand moons, but now was not the time to retire. In fact, now was the time he could finally fill his howling belly. He sighed and strode over to the prey pile, his green gaze flickering over his options. Choosing a squirrel, he gathered his meal in his jaws and swept his sights over the eating cats around him. His tail tip twitched at the rogue eating in their midst, and he suppressed the urge to snatch away the rabbit benath his paws and order him to hunt his own food -- but if the story was true, a good meal and a safe place to rest was the least they could offer a cat who had been trying to help a BearClan apprentice. Tomorrow, Scarabstar promised, turning away and padding towards the medicine den. There was another stranger here he wanted to speak with, anyway.

Scarabstar approached Timber with a cool look that was neither friendly nor hostile. He set the squirrel down at his paws before flopping down with a content sigh, happy to give his long legs a rest. "I couldn't help but notice you're expecting kits," the tom rumbled, a hint of humor whispering on the edges of his words. "Do you have a home we could escort you to once you are well? What about your mate, where are they?" Whilst waiting for an answer, Scarabstar bit into his prey, his stomach growling with pleasure now that it would have something to digest. At the same time, the leader paraded his stare around the camp for about the fiftieth time that evening. He was forgetting something, he knew it.

𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 — [pləm - ˈsperō] — 32 moons
𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a molly with black-and-white splotches and amber eyes
location: camp | tags: jackdawpounce

Plumsparrow had never been more terrified in her life. She had been out earlier that day enjoying the blissful morning and filling her mind with the comfort of her home, far away where she couldn't hear the screeching, bellowing twoleg monsters and their choking stench. The molly had just began her trek home when a massive crack! boom! tore through her body. For a moment she had frozen in fear, crouching low to the earth, suspecting that twolegs were hunting with their dangerous firesticks -- only, she had realized that the ground was shaking, and whatever had just happened didn't come from a firestick. She had then raced back to camp, fearing the worst for her clanmates, only to find that the explosion had occurred elsewhere.

Now the day was nearly done, and aside from a few injuries, it seemed as if BearClan would get to live another day. The approach of another cat sent Plumsparrow's nerves into hyperdrive until she realized that they probably had not purposefully settled so close to her: she tended to hang out in the shadows of camp, anyway. Ignoring the dryness that had settled on her tongue, Plumsparrow peered down to see that Jackdawpounce was the one beside her. The tang of blood shot up her nose and she narrowed her eyes, nearly gasping as she spotted blood crusting around their ears. "O-oh...Jackdawpounce, are you hur- I mean, what hap- why are you...?" The molly's fur grew hot as she stumbled over her words, reminding her of why it was better she keep her mouth shut. Only, the most peculiar thing was happening: her clanmate wasn't reacting at all!

Plumsparrow lifted a paw and gently tapped their shoulder, her amber eyes wide with concern.

𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚠 — [ˈlavəndər - pô] — 10 moons
𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖤. a tall, lanky lilac-point siamese molly with blue eyes
location: explosion site | tags: frostpaw

Lavenderpaw licked her sore paws, her tongue teasing out the bits of grit and dust that were wedged between her toes and caked beneath her claws. The day was nearly over, and at first glance, it seemed like any other evening: cats talking amongst themselves and sharing tongues or prey, the last patrols coming in for night...but no, a smudge of blood here, a pile of rubble there, and unease rippling beneath the coats of her clanmates -- no normalcy here. Every time a loose stone clattered to the ground, Lavenderpaw tensed, forcing her fur to remain flat and coaxing her racing heart to be at ease. Would she even be able to sleep tonight? She pictured BearClan's home being rattled by another explosion, pictured the cracks in the ceiling and the asphyxiating dust raining from above before she was slammed into a stone grave. The siamese molly shuddered and stood up with a wince. She needed to get out and into the fresh air, needed to feel the breeze in her fur and the comfort of the first stars revealing themselves. Maybe Frostpaw could join me...wait. Where is Frostpaw?

Lavenderpaw was instantly alert, her head whipping around to look for her denmate. Had he not come home? She could've sworn she had seen him earlier...but then, maybe it wasn't him -- everyone had looked gray at some point today. She sprung into an easy lope, ignoring the protest of her paws as she cleared the stream in a graceful leap. She had to find him before he got himself eaten or attacked or snatched by twolegs. Twolegs. She hissed under her breath; twolegs had killed her father, and now they had caused this disaster. Would they ever leave? The apprentice let her anger push her forward towards the acrid tang that had permeated BearClan territory, following it until debri began littering the ground. She slowed down and squinted, scanning the wreckage. Frostpaw had to be here, his mother had been on the patrol. And naturally he would want to find her. She didn't come back to camp, either.

At last, she spotted him, sniffing amongst the blackened landscape. "Frostpaw, you furball!" she called, picking her way to him with a lightness in her paws. It had taken some time to accept that she was falling for him, but now she grew giddy on the elation that he brought to her. They'd been rivals ever since Lavenderpaw had set foot in the apprentice's den, but ever since he'd come of the warrior age, she had found herself realizing that she would miss more than their competitiveness. When she reached him, she grew quiet, noting the look in his eyes. He was determined, yes, but probably afraid. It was very likely that Dovemourn had not survived. Lavenderpaw said nothing of this and instead thrust her muzzle to the ground, picking up Dovemourn's lingering scent. There was nothing fresh rising from the earth. StarClan be with him, she thought, a knot forming in her belly.

[nightmyth]

𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 — [ˈskerəb - stär] — 54 moons
𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱. a tall, muscular black oriental tom with pale green eyes
location: camp | tags: timber

Scarabstar wanted nothing more than to curl up in his den and sleep for a thousand moons, but now was not the time to retire. In fact, now was the time he could finally fill his howling belly. He sighed and strode over to the prey pile, his green gaze flickering over his options. Choosing a squirrel, he gathered his meal in his jaws and swept his sights over the eating cats around him. His tail tip twitched at the rogue eating in their midst, and he suppressed the urge to snatch away the rabbit benath his paws and order him to hunt his own food -- but if the story was true, a good meal and a safe place to rest was the least they could offer a cat who had been trying to help a BearClan apprentice. Tomorrow, Scarabstar promised, turning away and padding towards the medicine den. There was another stranger here he wanted to speak with, anyway.

Scarabstar approached Timber with a cool look that was neither friendly nor hostile. He set the squirrel down at his paws before flopping down with a content sigh, happy to give his long legs a rest. "I couldn't help but notice you're expecting kits," the tom rumbled, a hint of humor whispering on the edges of his words. "Do you have a home we could escort you to once you are well? What about your mate, where are they?" Whilst waiting for an answer, Scarabstar bit into his prey, his stomach growling with pleasure now that it would have something to digest. At the same time, the leader paraded his stare around the camp for about the fiftieth time that evening. He was forgetting something, he knew it.

𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 — [pləm - ˈsperō] — 32 moons
𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a molly with black-and-white splotches and amber eyes
location: camp | tags: jackdawpounce

Plumsparrow had never been more terrified in her life. She had been out earlier that day enjoying the blissful morning and filling her mind with the comfort of her home, far away where she couldn't hear the screeching, bellowing twoleg monsters and their choking stench. The molly had just began her trek home when a massive crack! boom! tore through her body. For a moment she had frozen in fear, crouching low to the earth, suspecting that twolegs were hunting with their dangerous firesticks -- only, she had realized that the ground was shaking, and whatever had just happened didn't come from a firestick. She had then raced back to camp, fearing the worst for her clanmates, only to find that the explosion had occurred elsewhere.

Now the day was nearly done, and aside from a few injuries, it seemed as if BearClan would get to live another day. The approach of another cat sent Plumsparrow's nerves into hyperdrive until she realized that they probably had not purposefully settled so close to her: she tended to hang out in the shadows of camp, anyway. Ignoring the dryness that had settled on her tongue, Plumsparrow peered down to see that Jackdawpounce was the one beside her. The tang of blood shot up her nose and she narrowed her eyes, nearly gasping as she spotted blood crusting around their ears. "O-oh...Jackdawpounce, are you hur- I mean, what hap- why are you...?" The molly's fur grew hot as she stumbled over her words, reminding her of why it was better she keep her mouth shut. Only, the most peculiar thing was happening: her clanmate wasn't reacting at all!

Plumsparrow lifted a paw and gently tapped their shoulder, her amber eyes wide with concern.

𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚠 — [ˈlavəndər - pô] — 10 moons
𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖤. a tall, lanky lilac-point siamese molly with blue eyes
location: explosion site | tags: frostpaw

"Of course I'll help," Lavenderpaw replied, though she suspected he probably wasn't looking for an answer. She frowned at the thought that no search party had been sent to look for Dovemourn. Had her body been found and nobody had said anything? No, there would've been a preparation of her body. A vigil to pay their respects. Frostpaw's mother was a respectable she-cat, so why was she abandoned by her clan? The siamese realized she hadn't moved yet and thrust her questions from her mind, focusing on the task at hand instead of why no grown cats were doing it themselves. As she began sniffing and nudging away debri, she noted how quickly her luminous white pelt grew covered in black soot and ash; she made a mental note to wash in the stream, not wanting to get sick from lapping it from her pelt.

Time dragged by as she searched, radiating out in a circle as the light faded from the sky -- Lavenderpaw dared not look up at Silverpelt for fear she would find a new star amongst their ranks. Her paws were extremely sore now, and she was beginning to grow more and more convinced that she would forever have a headache and acrid stench in her nose when she finally found something beneath her paws. Something...squishy? Puzzled, Lavenderpaw poked at a clump of dirt, only to realize it was a blackened bundle of fur that smelt of burnt earth and...and Dovemourn!

"Frostpaw!" she called, coughing as she inhaled a cloud of ash from her muzzle, "Over here! Look, it's hers." Excitement and fear warred in her eyes, but she tried not to let Frostpaw see her suspicions and was thankful for the cover of darkness. An owl screeched in the distance and her tail bushed up. She'd never really been outside of camp once it got dark: Lavenderpaw was an avid believer in a good night's sleep. What if something found Dovemourn before they could find her?

[SunnyStreets]

❝ вυииуραω
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( molly ) ( 8 moons ) ( medicine cat apprentice ) ( #Brightnoise ) ( camp )

Nodding to her mentor, Bunnypaw looked around the dark cave. Her eyes glittered with unease and her paws itched with the want to get out of here. Brightnoise had said she could go if she wanted, plus had everycat come back to camp? She wasn't certain, so maybe she could look for them out there. Ratscar looked busy though, he was talking to one of her fellow apprentices. Bunnypaw wasn't actually sure who, she had to admit she didn't make a habit of talking to other cats her age. Some sort of bug floated into her mind, though, maybe their name had something to do with that?

Dismissing it, she narrowed her eyes, trying to decide who to get to go with her. Dawncloud seemed not to be busy - she was eating, but she'd be done soon. And Coalpaw also seemed to be awake, for some reason. Had he been injured? She guessed he had, and was probably full of anxiety now. He could come too. It would be good for him.

She padded slowly towards Dawncloud, tail swishing in the dust that still covered the earth. "Excuse me," she mumbled, before shaking her head. "Um, wait, no." She paused, feeling her ears grow hot. "Ah - sorry, I meant, can you come with me? Brightnoise said no going out alone, and I can't sleep, and there's borage? Um, I don't know, Coalpaw could come maybe?" It all came out in a rush, with a tail twitch towards the curled up tom.

❝ jacĸdawpoυnce
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( nonbinary ) ( 34 moons ) ( warrior ) ( #plumsparrow) ( "camp")

The light touch to their shoulder sent their heart racing - they hadn't even noticed the cat. Sure, the cave was dark, especially in this area, but surely they should have seen this molly? No, no, it was fine. Her amber eyes were caught in a shadow, and the white patches on her pelt basically grey. Jackdawpounce's senses were still off-center from the explosion, that was all. Taking a deep breath, they focused on their clanmate, recognizing the worried she-cat as Plumsparrow. Her muzzle appeared to be crumpled in shock at some sort of scent and they cursed silently as they realised what it was. They really, really should have washed that off earlier. The day had just been so exhausting.

Hang on. Why was Plumsparrow tapping them anyway? Had she been trying to talk to them? Upset and embarrassment scorched their face as the whole horror of the situation swept over them. "Ah.. Were- were you- did you say s-something?" they stumbled, ears pinning back at the peculiar sense of talking with no sound. It was half impossible, it was completely ridiculous! They were forgetting what they had started with halfway through the sentence, at this rate they would ask about the patrols only to end with some comment about the health of the elders. And had Plumsparrow even been talking? A whole host of fresh worries filled the usually level-headed warrior's mind, but they pushed them aside, staring firmly at Plumsparrow, alert for when she would speak..[/quote]