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Tawnystrike โ 98 moons โ โ โ Apprentice: โ Mate: Ryestar โ Tags:"๏ผก๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ผฉ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ผ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ
R a g g e d ears twitched as Tawnystrike sat outside of the warriorsโ den. The calico had become accustomed to waking early in her time as MarshClanโs leader - she felt safer watching over the camp. Still, despite all of her habits built around her Clanโs protection, Tawnystrike had not been able to save them from tragedy. The thought plagued her as she curled her tail around her paws, a patch of fur still missing, looking as if she had been sharing tongues with the fire. Her pelt had become patchy, as if she had forgotten how to groom, and under the fluff she was thin. No, prey had been scarce, and Tawnystrike would never dare take more than her fair share. Especially not with kits on the way and so many young mouths to feed - with the three Clans becoming one, both the apprenticesโ and warriorsโ dens were filled to the brim. Weโll probably be stuck digging out the warriorsโ den again today, Tawnystrike mused to herself, gaze flicking towards it. She wouldnโt mind the work - the green-leaf sun was always hot on her long-haired pelt, and the former StormClan dens kept her cool, even if she was tired of waking up with muddy paws.
๏ฝ๏ฝ
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๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ผฉ ๏ฝ๏ฝ
๏ฝ
๏ฝ."
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Sunmuzzle โ 28 moons โ โ โ Apprentice: โ Crush: โ Tags: Patchcloud"๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐?
T h e orange tabby had been sleeping soundly until the morning light had filtered in. Unlike his mother, Sunmuzzle was having little trouble adjusting to life in AshClan - it was certainly a change, and cats like Rosethunder made it difficult, but hey, what can you do? He treated each day like he had as part of MarshClan - and today was no different. A sneeze escaped the tom as he blinked sleep from his eyes and moved into a sitting position. Sunmuzzle yawned and stretched out his front legs, his tail rising as his bones and muscles shifted for the first time since the night before. Finally satisfied with how awake he was, the tabby gave his pelt a firm shake and trotted off of his nest. He carefully maneuvered around his Clanmates, some waking like himself and some still snagging the last few moments of rest, and stopped beside Patchcloudโs nest. We could go hunting with Smoketail this morning! Now that he had a plan, Sunmuzzle just had to make it happen - and he did so by letting his tail rest over Patchcloudโs nose, mischief in his eyes, hoping she would awake with a sneeze like he had.
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐."
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Ivydapple โฆ 39 moons โฆ โ โฆ Apprentice: Kestrelpaw โฆ Mate/Crush: Moonbeam (formerly) โฆ Tags:"๐ผ'๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐ป๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐,
F o r the past moon, Ivydapple had found it difficult to sleep. Even now the silver-and-spotted queen moved across the moor, her slender form moving at a quick pace. Hunting and patrolling werenโt on her mind; no, she had awoken just before dawn and had set out on a quick walk. Now, the sun was rising, and she wanted to be back in camp in time for patrols. Keeping busy had helped, but it couldnโt really drive away the dark cloud in the back of her mind. She could hardly stand sleeping in the warriorsโ den, knowing that Moonbeamโs nest was only a bit away from hers - knowing that he was only a fox-tail away from their kits. Her anxiety had almost driven her mad, and on top of that, Snowstar was scaring the queen. She had been a warrior in StormClan for many moons and never would have expected the three Clans to become one under Snowstarโs rule. To Ivydapple, it didnโt seem right, but the queen was her leader, and Ivydapple would follow the Warrior Code to a fault until her death - a promise she had made upon finding out Moonbeam had become deputy of LeafClan and right before the birth of their sons. Still, she couldnโt help but cast a wary glance at the leaderโs den as she slid into camp, pawsteps losing speed. Ivydapple was nearly panting from the brisk run, but she didnโt mind - the burn of her muscles simply served as a reminder she still had them, that underneath her pelt and all of her sins she was still a warrior. Now, Ivydapple sat down and began to groom out her fur, her tongue moving in long strokes across her silver flank. She had to be tidy and well-prepared - she had an apprentice to set an example for, after all, even though Kestrelpaw's training was nearly finished.
๐ถ๐๐น ๐ผ'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ป๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ."
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Rosethunder ๐ฉ 12 moons ๐ฉ โ ๐ฉ Apprentice: ๐ฉ Crush: ๐ฉ Tags:"โ ๐ก๐ฌ๐ซ'๐ฑ ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ด๐ฅ๐ฌ โ ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ข๐ก ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐๐ข,
T o n e d muscle rippled under unkempt pelt as Rosethunder prowled through the forest. The tomโs hunting had sharpened considerably since StormClan had taken the forest, forming AshClan. To his frustration he was never quite fast enough for the hares of the moor - he had always wondered why he hadnโt carried the typical StormClan build, and had instead been big and stocky. Even at twelve moons he towered over his own mother, being one of the larger cats in the Clan. He had been thrilled to discover he was well equipped for hunting in the forest. He was able to stealthily track prey, and he felt safer, happier there, hidden by the underbrush. The moor had always felt too open; Rosethunder hated being vulnerable.
Now, the dark tabbyโs eyes flashed towards a bit of movement in the debris on the forest floor. He opened his jaws, his eyes going to slits as the prey-scent touched his tongue. Claws flexed in the dirt as Rosethunder crouched. His tail stilled just above the floor and he crept forward, suppressing the growl that was trying to rise in his throat. A robin was busy just in front of him, pecking at something on the ground in the erratic, quick way that birds do. Perfect. There was silence for a moment and then the tom leaped, the birdโs head lifting just a heartbeat too late. True to his name, Rosethunder came crashing down on the birdโs back, his large paws pinning it to the ground. With a swift dip the birdโs neck cracked in his teeth, and Rosethunder lifted himself up to survey his prey. Not bad, he thought, pawing at it. Prey had suffered from the fire and was only beginning to come back, so nothing had been fat and thriving in the way green-leaf prey usually did. Time to keep going. Padding to the nearest tree, Rosethunder dug a hole and buried his prey for retrieval once his hunt had finished.
๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฑ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ซ'๐ฑ ๐ช๐ข."
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Shellstar โ 42 moons โ โ โ Apprentice: โ Mate/Crush: Furzestream (formerly) โ Tags:"๐๐ ๐ค๐ฅ๐๐ช, ๐ค๐ฅ๐๐ช, ๐ค๐ฅ๐๐ช, ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฃ ๐๐ ๐จ,
W i n d rippled through Shellstarโs long brown pelt, blowing in from the mountains. The tom was padding from his den - the jagged, stone crack in the cliff face - to the thin stream of water that encircled the Clanโs medicine cat den. He lapped at the water, the taste cool on his tongue. It was early morning, and Lionwind had already sent out the dawn patrol, so there was little for the tom to do. Cats were waking up and padding from the warriorsโ den, waking apprentices and heading towards the his deputy to find out what patrol they would be on today. Shellstar had found that lately, his job had been more so observance - Lionwind had an apprentice to tend to, so the leader often made sure he was in camp when his deputy wasnโt.
Things have been too calm. His thirst quenched, Shellstar lifted his head and peered around the camp in a slow circle. For the past moon, there had been a sense of uneasiness in the air. Ever since they learned of AshClanโs rise at the last Gathering, the RippleClan leader hadnโt been quite sure how to react. As of today he had a full moon to mull it over, and still, Shellstar couldnโt decide how to feel about it. All the leader could think of was the mighty size of the Clan that had come from three, and how it dwarfed his own. Yes, AshClan was intimidating - as expected, being led by an intimidating cat. Perhaps one would misjudge Snowstar at first glance, but that was a mistake Shellstar would never make, if the last few moons had taught him anything.
Great brown frame moving with head held high, Shellstar padded back towards his den. Bunching his haunches, the tom gave a mighty leap, landing firmly on the pile of stones he spoke from. From there, Shellstar could view the entire camp, and best keep an eye on the Clan. His gaze fell on the nursery, where a sole queen made her nest. I should take Shadowheart something to eat, the leader thought, giving his white chest fur a few absent licks. Iโm sure it gets lonely, just her and Wolverinekitโฆ Still, the large tomโs eyes flicked to the warriorsโ den. One of his warriors was the kitโs father, or so he believed as did his Clanmates. A prickle of envy made him flex his claws - all Shellstar had wanted was to be a father, and it frustrated him that one of his warriors was, and refused to claim his own family. A sigh escaped the tom and he gave his head a shake. No use worrying about it. I canโt change another tomโs heart. Or another she-catโs, for that matterโฆ Darker thoughts came as Shellstar gazed at the den, considering his former mate - Furzestream. She was the love of his life, Shellstar had been so certain, and even now, he wasnโt sure any other queen was for him. But she had left him - and now, Shellstar was alone, save his niece. Thatโs okay, though, Shellstar reminded himself, gaze turning slowly towards the sky. I have my Clan, and I have StarClan. With that, Shellstar leaped down from his perch, his paws leading him towards the prey pile, which held last nightโs leftovers: a single trout and a small mouse.
๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฅ."
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Willowpaw โ 8 moons โ โ โ Mentor: Troutwhisker โ Crush: โ Tags: Troutwhisker, Foxstrike"๐๐ท๐ญ ๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ต๐ฒ๐ท' ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ต๐ต, ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท๐ญ๐ผ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ต๐ญ;
W i l l o w p a w was silent as she followed her mentor through the forest. It was at dawn when Troutwhisker had shaken her awake - the dilute tortoiseshell had been having a pleasant dream about swimming in the river, and had just gone to the shower to shake out her pelt when her eyes cracked open. Now, fully awake, the queen wished she was still in her nest and finishing it. Willowpaw didnโt mind dawn patrols terribly, but this particular morning she felt as if her brain had been lagging and her paws felt heavy. She couldnโt paw a claw on what exactly was bothering her, nor did she care to really talk about it. The quiet cat just did her best to keep up with Troutwhisker and Foxstrike. Having only been training for a couple of moons, Willowpaw had briefly shared a den with Foxstrike, and found herself still adjusting to his warrior name, after knowing him as Foxpaw for most of her young life. Her eyes drifted curiously over the young warrior. Always told she took after her uncle, Willowpaw was just as quiet and thoughtful as Shellstar, preferring to watch cats rather than observe. She would speak when spoken to, but for the most part, Willowpaw felt little need to initiate conversation, even with a tom as handsome as Foxstrike. Quickly the long-haired cat flicked her gaze back to the grass below her paws. It was going to be another warm green-leaf day - she could already feel her heavy pelt getting hot and heavy, and once more longed back to be in her lazy swimming dream.
๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ช๐ผ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐น๐ธ๐พ๐ป๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฎ - ๐ ๐๐ช๐ผ ๐ผ๐ถ๐ช๐ป๐ฝ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฎ."
by C a s » Wed Sep 16, 2020 11:53 pm 
