☾ ──── ❝ 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 ❞

[rookfern]

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𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶: worried───𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: exilee camp
───𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: thistleclaw (men.)

❧ 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁𝙽, tom; 67 moons; exilee leader
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──────"the pines, they often whisper, they whisper what no tongue can tell"


Pinethorn paced a tight circle in the old garden. The overgrown grasses brushed at his unkempt pelt, but he ignored their lingering touches. They were confronting AspenClan today; or at least, planning to. Pinethorn sighed a short breath between his teeth and stilled his errant paws. He sat down heavily along his well-worn track and looked around the place they were now calling home. It was much different than the type of camp he was used to. The walls of the twoleg nest, however long abandoned, still made him jumpy. He gave the place a wary look and turned his attention to the rest of the exilees slowly emerging into the morning.

It was almost time for their meeting. Pinethorn drew himself another steadying breath. He was a warrior of actions, not words. At least, he had been. He wasn't exactly sure what he was at the moment. He lifted his head as he noted Thistleclaw in his periphery. He gave the tom a nod, hoping his expression didn't show as much worry as he felt roiling in his stomach.

Pinethorn found his feet again and made his way to the center of the twoleg garden. Hopefully, the rest of the exilees would show themself soon. Daylight was being spent. For a moment, he considered calling out. The words were half way up his throat before he choked them back. He clamped his mouth shut. They weren't his words to say, certainly being as exiled as they all were. He would just wait for the others to show, he decided.

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𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶: bored, mischievous───𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: aspenclan camp
───𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: fallenspire

⚕ 𝙲𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙶, she-cat; 31 moons; aspenclan ex-warrior
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──────"I can't quite remember, just what guided me this way"


Copperfang scowled as she sprawled bodily in the shade. Her tail gave a languid flick. She was bored, bored and so restless she was considering starting a fight just to give her muscles a workout. Since ShadeClan's eradication and AspenClan's leaders' unfortunate but just demise, she felt like she had done nothing but lay around all day. Sure, she still hunted, but it was getting so easy. She was going to end up slow and dimwitted like one of those kittypets. Her scowl deepened at the thought, and she wandered her gaze across the camp in search of some sort of amusement. Her eyes landed on Fallenspire, and she gave her whispers a twitch of amusement. It might end with her ears clawed bloody, but it would certainly be fun while it lasted.

With a groan and a large yawn, Copperfang rose. She stretched, flexing her claws into the soft earth. She smacked her lips once and strolled over to where Fallenspire was lounging. She kept her distance at first, eyeing the tom. She didn't know him well, just that he was respected for obvious reasons. She cast a last glance at the empty leader's den before swooping in to tease her prey.

"Growing lazy in your old age?" Copperfang poked. She kept out of Fallenspire's reach for now, eagerly waiting to see exactly how the tom would react to her barbs. She pointedly raked her eyes over him, lingering on the well-fed shininess of his pelt. "Maybe now that ShadeClan's gone, you'll turn into one of those doddering elders. Might do the clan a favor, actually." The spitfire came easily to her tongue, and she smugly curled her lip to reveal a toothy grin.

[nightmyth]

𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 [vəˈlirēən-rān] — 47 moons
𝖤𝖷𝖨𝖫𝖤𝖤. a white molly with ginger tabby patches and pale green eyes
location: exile camp | tags: pinethorn mentioned

When Valerianrain woke, the first thing she was aware of was the absence of her daughter. Her stomach clenched and her throat closed as she spun around their nest, her mind still echoing with the bloodthirsty yowls of her former clan. After a few moments, though, the molly calmed down, knowing Spook probably just went to visit her friend, Ossi. I wish she would hav told me, she fretted, smoothing her ruffled fur. What if AspenClan is lurking about? or a badger? or a fox? She had seen neither of those things this close to twolegplace, but she could never to be too comfortable with that fact. Valerianrain had lost far too many of her kits; any more and she herself might not be strong enough to overcome the grief.

She thought of Cranefire and a rush of hot fury coursed through her veins -- she wasn't angry with her daughter, no, no: she was angry at her kits' father, Nightgaze, and angry at Foxstar. They had turned her kit into one of them. She narrowed her eyes and flexed her claws in the grass beneath her paws; the next time she saw Nightgaze, she would flay him.

Muttering under her breath, she slipped out of her nest to join the rest of the exilees in the clearing behind the tattered twoleg den. Valerianrain never would have seen herself living in such an eerie place, but it was safer than trying to hide in the forest, which AspenClan had laid claim to. Or what's left of it, anyway. Spotting Pinethorn standing around waiting, she strode over to him with a nod of her head. Was this the meeting where they decided to return to Clan territory? Apprehension clawed at her belly, knowing that this meant she would have to face Cranefire. Her next though was of Spook, and she immediately decided that it would be best if her youngest kit remained here; she would be safe if things went wrong, and she still had no clue that she had an older sister living in AspenClan.

𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗 [bəkbēn] — 19 moons
𝖤𝖷𝖨𝖫𝖤𝖤. a light brown tabby tom with light undertones and green eyes
location: exile camp | tags: thistleclaw; rampaw mentioned

Buckbean squeezed through a gap in the fence with a couple of mice dangling from his jaws; they were plump things, growing fat on twoleg rubbish their entire lives. He was always careful, of course, to make sure his catches didn't have the characteristic tang of twoleg poison, which could just as easily kill a cat. This was the kind of knowledge he'd been proud to share with the exiled Clan cats, amused that they used to make fun of cats like him, and now they were at times dependent on kittypet and loner expertise.

Buckbean saw Thistleclaw first and sauntered over, making sure to come up on the tom's seeing eye. "Mornin' Thifflecraw," he chirped, setting down his catch, "Hungry? I caught these mice but I already ate a sparrow. You and Rampaw could split 'em." His head swiveled around to take in the sight of the other exilees gravitating towards Pinethorn, their leader. Buckbean frowned; maybe the eating would have to wait. Still, he turned back to Thistleclaw with imploring green eyes.

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𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 [krān-fī(ə)r] — 26 moons
𝖠𝖲𝖯𝖤𝖭𝖢𝖫𝖠𝖭 𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱. a white molly with a ginger tabby face and amber eyes
location: aspenclan camp | tags: open; fallenspire + copperfang [m]

Cranefire squirmed out from underneath her bramble den, wondering what this day would bring to the remains of AspenClan. To her, they were more like a pack of rogues, and she wanted to hiss everytime she thought about what her clan used to be. They had driven ShadeClan to extinction, yes, but at least they were more or less united -- what were they now? A pathetic band of furballs, if you asked her. Cranefire had pushed and shoved her way into a position of leadership, but what use had that been when nobody bothered to listen to her or even try to act like a normal clan? "Repent or die," that's what StarClan said. But how can we repent? To her, they needed to rebuild the clan and start anew; cast off their old ways in exchange for something better. She flexed her claws. Was she the only one who could see that? The only one who cared? If the Clan could be rebuilt, her mother and sister and everyone else who had been exiled could come back to their home.

Sighing, she glanced around the clearing and began grooming herself, keeping an eye on the situation brewing with Copperfang and Fallenspire. If things got too heated, she'd probably have to break it up. We're clanmates, not rogues, she said to herself, and would probably end up repeating it five thousand more times before the day was over.

𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚠 [spek(ə)l-pô] — 8 moons
𝖠𝖲𝖯𝖤𝖭𝖢𝖫𝖠𝖭 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖤. a harlequin snowshoe tom with pale blue eyes
location: aspen camp | tags: open

[eleutheromania]

𝓞𝓼𝓼𝓲 "your friendly neighbor"
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location : outskirts oof exile camp. ──── tags : spook (m), pinethorn (m)
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the tom was stretched out under some leaves outside the old garden that the cats had made camp in. ossi had long lost his collar and almost never really went back to his two-leg den anymore. of course, it provided him everything he needed but the tom was keener on the unpredictable. he kneaded the ground softly with his paws, a throaty purr coming from him as he glanced up towards the sky. the former kittypet did wonder what was in store for the day and also wondered where exactly spook was. he had not seen her earlier but caught her scent leaving the garden. the tom hoped she would not get into trouble but at least have a little fun, slightly pouting that she had left without him. "hmph." he muttered to himself before rolling onto his side.

ossi decided to do a little overview of the area and got to up to his paws before heading over to a pretty worn down wooden fence near them. with a slight wiggle of his rear, he sprang upward and landed gracefully on top. he looked to see pinethorn pacing, enough to make him feel a little dizzy. shaking his head he watched the older tom make his way towards the center of the garden and wait. it was as if he were waiting on everyone to get the hint, which he didn't see most did.

with a quick though, he jumped down and padded towards pinethorn, letting out a yowl in the process, knowing that would usually gather enough attention for others to come to, especially if they were sleeping. "It is time. Sir Pinethorn has something to say." he chirped as he pranced closer before sitting down.

[Bronzewing]

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|𝑀𝒞 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒 | 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈| 𝐹 | 𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓈:

Sagepaw moved through the forest with a sort of agility and grace- with a quick movement of her paws she ran, moving across small streams that cut through the forest floor and crashing across dry leaves. The threat of AspenClan's devious warriors finding her was barely an issue for the she-cat... she hadn't seen one of their ilk for some time, and she was moved by the promise of safety.

She made her way back to the camp of the exiles with a bunch of plants in her mouth- she pushed her jaws against them to stop the precious medicinal leaves from falling out as she moved. The pathway back to the camp of the exiles was ingrained in her mind, and it was as if her paws were on an autopilot- they brought her there while she thought about other pressing issues.

I hope these will be enough.

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gender; she-cat rank; ex-warrior age; 27 location; aspenclan camp mentions; cranefly, tags; xx (open)

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rainswept wiggled out from the den. she blinked slowly in the light, stretching her legs. rainswept arched her back, when she rose back up, she padded towards the center of camp, yawning. rainswept looked around camp. she spotted cranefly, grooming herself in the clearing. rainswept purred quietly to herself. cranefly is probably one of the more competent cats we have. she'll bring hope into the remaining members of aspenclan. rainswept padded into a small patch of sun, she flopped down, stretching her legs out. the calico she-cat rested her head on her paws. in some ways rainswept was dreading the eventual return of the exiled cats. they would shame her for sticking with foxstar. rainswept curled her tail around her body, moving it closer to herself. she closed her eyes. the sun was warm against the cat's pelt, she slipped deeper into thought, the real world slowly fading away.

(i hope i did everything right! if not, lmk please c: )

[Bronzewing]

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|𝑀𝒞 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒 | 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈| 𝐹 | 𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓈:

Sagepaw was a bit surprised by the appearance of the other cat- although she did know them. She didn't have any feelings about them either way- they were a decent cat, and maybe they could be of help.

Her tail twitched in a greeting, and she moved a bit closer to Spook once she saw them appear. They likely would have been an apprentice if they hadn't been exiled- last she knew they were at the right age, after all, yet had never received any sort of ceremony. Now that she thought about it, neither did she- it was as if everything like that had paused after what had happened.

"Hey, Spook." she meowed, speaking out of the side of her mouth as to not drop the clutch of plants she had in her jaws. Looking down at what she was carrying, a few leaves of catmint about to fall out the side, she gave the kit a nod. "Just don't drop any- we need them." She put them down on a small stone, splitting the pile in half and pushing one part of it towards them. "And don't eat any- I still need to categorize everything."