Current Territory Status wrote:⟾New Moon [] Waxing [] Half-Moon [☀] Waxing (after half-moon) [] Full Moon [] Waning [] Half-Moon [] Waning (after half-moon) []⟽
⟾Morning [☀] Sunhigh [] Afternoon [] Night [] ⟽
⟾New-Leaf [] Green-Leaf [☀] Leaf-Fall [] Leaf-Bare []⟽
⟾OakClan Weather: Fair⟽
⟾EagleClan Weather: Fair⟽
OakClan
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Beestar ✟ 49 moons ✟ ♀ ✟ Apprentice: ✟ Mate/Crush: Streamstar ✟ Tags: Artemis; Clan ✟ Lives: ★★★★★★★★"𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝐼'𝓂 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈,
F o r a brief moment, the tabby was excited. She watched with careful eye as her warriors, apprentices, and other curious Clan members gathered themselves into the clearing. She could see Creamflower and her kits, whose faces were bright with excitement. Even Fawnkit - it had been six moons since Tigerblaze had brought him to camp; the frightened, fragile little tabby lost in the leafbare snow. She often wondered what queen could be that cruel. No, Beestar couldn’t even imagine it - she would give all of her lives up for Stormpaw and Falconpaw. As unfortunate as it was, she hoped something horrible had happened to Fawnkit’s mother, as she would never understand what such a young kit could do to be left alone in the snow-laden forest.
Once everyone had found themselves a place to watch, Beestar lifted her long tail for silence. As a hush fell she cleared her throat and began to speak. “Artemis,” she said, her gaze falling on the young queen almost fondly. “Six moons ago, you came to OakClan full of questions. I saw potential in you. I saw determination and a strong desire to learn the ways of our Clan. I will be honest, though - when I assigned you to Sunflare and offered to allow you to train with our Clan, I did not expect you to stay. The life of a warrior is hard, especially during leaf-bare. I wouldn’t have even blamed you; your kittypet life was far softer and safer than any we could provide. But you have surprised us. Yes, six moons have passed, and I’m certain of it: no matter your birthplace, OakClan blood flows through your veins, blood that you fought for. You have earned your place among us.” Beestar bunched her muscles and leaped down, as the ceremony required the blessing of a touch.
Pride shown in her eyes as they met Artemis’ gaze. “I, Beestar, leader of OakClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Artemis, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?”
𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈."
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Jackdawstrike ☠ 15 moons ☠ ♂ ☠ Apprentice: ☠ Mate/Crush: Splashfeater, Ivypaw ☠ Tags: Splashfeather, Raccoontuft"ℑ'𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔢,
“ W e l l - we’re about to find out,” the black tom whispered his response, as Beestar had just lifted her tail to quiet her Clan. As she began to speak, Jackdawstrike’s gaze flitted towards Artemis. He had not been a warrior for very long, and had spent his fair share of time in the apprentices’ den with her. He had to agree - she was a passionate cat, and Jackdawstrike personally did not mind that she hadn’t been born in OakClan. While outsiders were typically driven away without thought, Artemis had been given Beestar’s blessing to train. The leader’s word was law - even if he had an issue with her, there was no point in arguing about it. She had proven herself, though, and the large tom couldn’t help but let an approving smile slip onto his muzzle as he watched Beestar leap down and address her more directly. “I wonder what her warrior name will be,” Jackdawstrike whispered to Racoontuft and Splashfeather.
ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔢."
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Dappleleaf ☮ 24 moons ☮ ♀ ☮ Apprentice: ☮ Mate/Crush: Weaselstripe ☮ Tags: Weaselstripe"нєу нσηєу уσυ ¢συℓ∂ вє му ∂яυg,
T h e thought of her mate’s father speaking well of her to Beestar made Dappleleaf break into a surprised smile. She looked up to Blizzardclaw, and wanted his approval, for her mateship’s sake. She saw his courage and wit in his son, and was certain that Weaselstripe took after his father. “I certainly hope so,” she replied, though her ears flicked towards the den entrance as Beestar’s cry rang out. “Oh - we had better get going!” There was an eagerness in her movements as the calico rolled to her paws.
уσυ ¢συℓ∂ вє му ηєω ρяєѕ¢яιρтιση."
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Stormpaw ☣ 8 moons ☣ ♂ ☣ Mentor: Elmshade ☣ Mate/Crush: Dustkit ☣ Tags: Falconpaw"Can't bear to wash out the wasted time
“ W e l l then let’s go,” Stormpaw said, rising to his paws. He gave his gray tabby pelt a shake. “Oh, mouse-dung. We’re late.” Beestar was already addressing the crowd from her perch as Stormpaw pawed his brother’s shoulder and darted from the den. He spotted Bearsong and Artemis pretty quickly, as they hadn’t gone far. The two seemed to be chatting with Hazefire and his mentor, Elmshade. Stormpaw padded near them - but not close enough to hear their conversation - and settled down to watch the meeting. He glanced back to make sure Falconpaw was following.
Between your lips and mine."
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Fawnkit ♠ 6 moons ♠ ♂ ♠ Mentor: ♠ Mate/Crush: ♠ Tags: Creamflower, Dustkit, Poppykit, Sunflare"ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛɪᴇs ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ,
F a w n k i t sat straight after quickly smoothing a patch of fur on his chest. He watched Beestar, feeling as if he were about to explode with anticipation while watching Artemis’ ceremony. He knew that becoming a warrior was a bigger deal than becoming an apprentice, but he couldn’t help but wish that their ceremony had been first. Occasionally he glanced at Creamflower. She was his biggest comfort - though not his real mother, Fawnkit had become attached to the gentle, kind soul immediately. He was glad that he had been raised in OakClan, as he had everything here.
sᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ, ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀʙ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ."
EagleClan
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Swiftbadger ☄ 45 moons ☄ ♂ ☄ Apprentice: ☄ Crush: Littleflower ☄ Tags: Redpaw"𝕀'𝕞 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥-𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣-
E a r s pricking as he heard his name, Swiftbadger stood to his paws. I knew this would happen, the brown tabby thought, shooting a glance at Littleflower, though his pride was wounded when he found her eyes hastily darting away from his own. He shoved the thought from his head as he padded forward. He stooped to Redpaw’s height as he touched noses with the young tom. He couldn’t be happier - of all of Foxcloud’s kits, Redpaw was a good one to get, he had decided. He had been around the kits quite often recently as he had been visiting Acornspots, and couldn’t help but size them up, deciding who he would like to train should he be given the opportunity. He often watched them play and had realized quite quickly that Redpaw was a leader of sorts, and determined to become a strong warrior of EagleClan.
As the ceremony concluded, the agile tom flicked his tail across Redpaw’s flank. “All right,” he said, looking the apprentice up and down. “I think you’ll be able to keep up...we’ll try to get through as much of the territory as we can today, and while we talk, I’ll explain some things like the Warrior Code. One second - I’ll grab Littleflower, she and Brightpaw can come with us.” Swiftbadger was determined to force Littleflower back into his life, and the fact that they were now both training apprentices would be a great asset for that, at least in the tom's eyes.
𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣?"
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Acornspots 🌪 45 moons 🌪 ♀ 🌪 Apprentice: 🌪 Mate: Russetswirl 🌪 Tags: Russetswirl, Pinekit, Applekit"coυld тнιѕ вe love aт ғιrѕт ѕιgнт, or ѕнoυld ι walĸ вy agaιn?
“ Y o u may - but you have to stay at least a mouse-length near us,” Acornspots replied to her kits. “And make sure to be quiet and listen! This will be you one day, kits, and you should learn how to act.” Purring, the silver queen leaned into her mate. “I’ll herd them over there. Do you want to fetch Emberkit, Willowkit, and Sorrelkit?” Already, Streamspot was waiting for the Clan to settle so that she could speak. Acornspots wouldn’t lie - she was glad the nursery was clearing out a bit. She had been meaning to talk to Southstar about the size of the den. Now that it was staying full, it seemed that an expansion should be in order.
As the ceremony concluded, the silver tabby stood up and stretched out her limbs. "Do you want to take the kits back to the nursery?" She asked, bumping her flank against her mate's. "I'm going to bother Streamspot for a moment."
yoυ're pнoтogenιcally dreѕѕed, тнe converѕaтιon вegιnѕ."
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Quiverheart ◎ 18 moons ◎ ♀ ◎ Apprentice: ◎ Mate/Crush: ◎ Tags: "All these confusing images of what life should look like...
Q u i v e r h e a r t stretched her legs. The queen padded out into the clearing, scanning for Streamspot. Now that Stagleap had moved to the nursery, she had spent most of her time patrolling and hunting or seeing her mentor. Mistflower had seemed down lately - she was often moping with Deertail, who had also been particularly down. It seemed that some interpersonal relationships in the Clan were falling apart, and Quiverheart was just glad she kept to herself.
Are just illusions; they are just illusions - that mean so much to me."
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Deertail ϟ 46 moons ϟ ♂ ϟ Apprentice: ϟ Mate: Tickfang (Formerly), Foxcloud (Formerly) ϟ Tags: Mistflower; Eveningpaw"ⱠØVɆⱤ ₵Ø₥Ɇ ⱧØⱠĐ ₥Ɇ, ⱧɆ₳Đ'₴ Ø₦ ₮ⱧɆ ₣Ɽł₮Ⱬ;
T h e ginger-and-white tom’s eyes cracked open. “I wasn’t sleeping,” he grumbled, though he didn’t hesitate to sit up in his nest. Deertail gave his chest fur a quick lick. He didn’t bother to groom his pelt out as he stood up and padded towards the den, sure that Mistflower would follow him - they had kept each other good company lately. Wordlessly he settled just outside of the den, wrapping his tail around his paws tightly. If Mistflower hadn’t woken him he would have skipped the ceremony entirely. He doubted his presence would be needed, and it wasn’t exactly pleasant to watch.
The ginger-and-white tom stiffened. Had he heard correctly - had he just been assigned as a mentor to his former mate’s kit? The kits that he had been told were his for two moons, the kits that had been born from her betrayal? He swallowed a snarl and padded forward, glaring towards the leader’s den, wondering what cruel joke Southstar was playing on him. Gritting his teeth the tom touched noses very briefly with Eveningpaw before turning away quickly and sitting down to watch the rest of the mentors and apprentices. His tail twitched unhappily the whole time. Once the ceremony had finished, Deertail rose to his paws. “Come on,” he grumbled, without so much as a glance towards the young tabby she-cat, “I’ll show you the territory.”
฿ØĐɎ ł₦₮ØӾł₵₳₮ɆĐ; ₣ɆɆⱠł₦₲₴ ₵Ø₥₣ØⱤ₮₳฿ⱠɎ ₥łӾɆĐ."
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Willowkit ♥ 1 moon ♥ ♀ ♥ Mentor: ♥ Mate/Crush: ♥ Tags: Queens&Kits"𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷' 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭;
A small squeak escaped the tortoiseshell as she tumbled under her sister’s weight. Almost shaking with excitement from the game, Willowkit rolled around, trying to batter her sister with her hind paws. She paused, her eyes filling with concern. “Mom! Pinekit! Applekit!” Tottering, the kitten tapped her sister’s shoulder with her paw urgently. “Everyone left us! We have to catch up!” Willowkit was a rather quiet kit, so she and Sorrelkit got along well, as did their brother, Emberkit. Quite the oddity, a male tortoiseshell, Emberkit was often shadowed by Acornspots. While there was nothing wrong with his health, the queen still worried for him - being different was usually not a good thing when it came to acceptance. Willowkit did not envy him. She was glad to have her space, and glad that Acornspots only looked over her shoulder the normal amount.
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓬𝓮 - 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮."