★ 𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑵 ━━ open and accepting!

[dainsleif]

xx𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆
xxwarrior | tom | romantic interest : fawnleap | mentions : liontuft, sheepaw | tagged : wolfcall

The young tom's eyes sparked almost on instinct as the dark pelt moved into his vision. Wolfcall, great. The tom had exceedingly high stands for not only himself but also everyone else. His head didn't turn until he finished his words, amber eyes already fed up with the mere sound of speaking. "Seriously? There's like ten other free cats. I'm kinda busy." His words were sharp and dismissive. His fur bristling with irritation, peeking his head around the tom for the sight of the ginger deputy. Of course, figures he'd be picked for hunting patrol. "Plus, I did hunting patrol only a few days ago. Does Liontuft plan to make me hunt until I can't anymore?"

Hornetsting scoffed with a shake of his head with a muttered unbelievable. His eyes shifted momentarily to the gathering patrol, another groan sounding at the sight of the apprentice. He sat back down, looking to the other with an unimpressed look. "You can find someone else, I won't mind."

xx𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄
xxelder | she-cat | romantic interest : - | mentions : n/a | tagged : plumpetal

Plumpetal's hostile words were met with a cackle from the other elder, a snort escaping her in between as she settled down right outside the den, still within sight and hearing of the other. "Oh, I'm sorry Plumpetal. I forgot all you want to do is sleep and rot away in here." A fond smile however was still on her face as she directed her attention towards the gathering patrol. "You 'ought go amuse the kids with your stories, it'll be refreshing. Reminds me when I was younger."

She nodded her head, affirming her words. "Plus, you talk, listen, and watch enough and you suddenly have enough gossip for a whole moon!"

xx𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐏𝐀𝐖
xxapprentice | tom | romantic interest : - | mentions : n/a | tagged : n/a

sleeping... (feel free to interact)

[Carmilla Karnstein]

Swiftstar/40 moons/Leader/Assigned mate: Shivermist/Crush: Mothcloud/Tags: open

Swiftstar stood and padded out into the territory to take a walk. It was nice and gave him an opportunity to clear his head. He didn't know what to do. It seemed like lately his abilities to be leader have been slipping and he didn't know why. He shook his head and walked leisurely while still thinking. He shook his head again sitting in a sunny patch and staring off into space.

Winterstep/30 moons/Queen/Assigned mate: NA/Crush: None/Tags: Open

Winterstep lay in the nursing den and yawned. She was getting close to kitting and she wasn't ready. The kits didn't have a father and Blizzardpaws had died prior. She sighed and looked for her kit. Suddenly Remembering that his mentor was about to take blizzardpaw out for training she relaxed and fell back to sleep.

(Winterstep is going to be a hardcore rule follower)

[wildsight]

✦ ━━━━ ◤ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐏 ◢

age. thirty-seven moons ✦ gender. tom ✦ rank. warrior ✦ assigned mate. pigeonpoppy ✦ tagged. foxleap
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XXXThe golden tabby paced about for a few moments, hoping he’d stumble across something to do. Perhaps he’d simply go on a hunting trip himself, the clan never turned down prey. Maybe that would do. Before he could go on about his thoughts, the tabby’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud purr, before his gaze rested upon Foxleap. The two had known each other since kithood, though she was a queen now. It was hard to imagine at times, but very real all the same. At her greeting, the tom smiled slightly. “Good morning, Foxleap.” He replied in a quiet tone, before watching as she seated herself nearby him. Seeing that she meant to have a conversation with him, the tom awkwardly joined her. While he knew he could be at ease with his clanmates, he simply had a difficult time interacting with others without seeming a tad awkward, it was simply his nature.

He chuckled a bit, a sheepish smile appearing on his face. “Yes, I’m afraid so.” Being particularly awkward in social conversations, the tom was even more so thanks to the quiet molly’s words, due to the fact she’d decided to talk to him today. Why that was he wasn’t sure, but here he was doing exactly that. “I-Is that so?” His ears perked with interest, though he could hardly believe it. Hailkit wanted him of all cats as his mentor? “N-No, you're just saying that. Well, I hope if I do become his mentor I don’t disappoint him. Or if I don’t that doesn’t disappoint him too much, there’s plenty of other more capable warriors than myself that’d be happy to mentor him. He’s got a lot of potential and only those worthy of such an apprentice should be given the honor to train him. Y-You know?” His green gaze flickered about nervously before resting on the molly again, knowing he’d rambled on quite a lot. Hopefully she’d caught all of that and he wouldn’t have to try and explain it all over again.

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♛ ━━━━ ◤ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ◢

age. thirty-six moons ♛ gender. molly ♛ rank. warrior ♛ assigned mate. riverclaw ♛ tagged. sheeppaw
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XXXThe dark tabby turned her gaze to her apprentice, turning to face the camp as a whole rather than the apprentice den. “Well, now that you’re awake I can tell y-” Before she could finish her reply to the young tom, Chestnutbelly appeared in her line of sight, seeming to be approaching them. Great Starclan, what does this kittypet want? Her eyes rested on the plump tom as he wheezed out what they’d been assigned to today. “Hunting patrol?” She replied with a snort, before rolling her eyes. “I hope we don’t have to drag you back here while we're out.” She added, seeing that the tom was already nearly out of breath. “Sheeppaw, we’ll be starting with a hunting patrol it seems. Let’s get to Wolfcall then.” Without any further replies, the tabby made her way toward the warrior, her whiskers twitching once reaching Wolfcall. He seemed to be speaking with Hornetsting at the moment, though it didn’t seem to be going all that well. She huffed to announce her presence to the two, having little patience for standing around. She had an apprentice to train and she wasn’t about to sit here and watch these two argue if she could be out doing something productive.

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♥ ━━━━ ◤ 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖 ◢

age. nine moons ♥ gender. molly ♥ rank. apprentice ♥ mentored by. lightningfrost ♥ tagged. hailkit
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XXXAs usual, the tortoiseshell was quick to find herself with her head in the clouds. Perhaps today’s training session would be unusual yet exciting, one way or another? Maybe they’d come across a new cat or perhaps manage to catch some pretty large prey? Anything new was of interest to the young molly, a new adventure meant a new experience. The tortoiseshell could hardly wait for her mentor’s arrival. Camp was fun, but the outside world was exciting. Before she could carry on with her thoughts, a sudden weight landed on her tail, instantly snapping her out of her daze. “Wh-” A small voice sounded behind her, belonging to the young tom Hailkit. “Oh, Hailkit! You’re right, I didn’t see you at all.” She replied cheerfully, glancing over her shoulder to look at the tom. “Practicing your hunting skills are you? I do that all the time!” She really did practice quite a bit, though as she’d gotten older it looked funny for an apprentice her age still using tails and bugs as targets. Oh well, she could still use pebbles and moss-balls.

[fortissimo]

𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋
tom | warrior | location: camp | tags: hornetsting, locustsight, sheeppaw, chestnutbelly | mentions: liontuft, fawnleap, spottedswan, cloudstep

//////Thankfully, Wolfcall was used to keeping a pokerface, otherwise one of his eyes surely would have twitched in annoyance at Hornetsting’s sheer audacity. As it was, the only emotional response he gave was a twitch of his whiskers. Still, while he didn’t outwardly let on that he was irritated, his mind was churning a mile a minute. Most cats, save the more sensitive-minded ones, might have accepted more easily that Hornetsting was not personally attacking Wolfcall; it was just the way the younger tom was: prickly all-around. But not Wolfcall! He took things like this as a personal insult to his honor and he was not going to forget it anytime soon, needless to say. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he meowed, tone dripping with sarcasm. “I was unaware your hunting patrol from, as you say, a ‘few days ago’, was enough to keep the clan fed for moons to come. I suppose we should all stop going on hunting patrols with that kind of logic!” He didn’t need to look at the fresh-kill pile again to confirm that, indeed, was not the case.

//////Seeing that Locustsight and the others had joined him by now, Wolfcall was only getting more agitated — yes, he was absolutely working himself up unnecessarily over a trivial matter. He did not have time to deal with this lazy tom, with other cats waiting for him to lead the way. On one hand, even if he managed to drag Hornetsting along, the other tom’s complaining would probably just scare all the prey in the forest away and burden everyone else. On the other hand, it would be a sign of weakness - of failure, no less! - if he couldn’t get the loose cannon to suck it up and come with. Truly, this was quite the quandary he’d been placed in as the designated leader of the patrol. Giving up, Wolfcall remarked with a languid sigh, “Fine. If you really don’t want to come along the hunting patrol, why don’t you go and tell Liontuft that yourself? I’m sure he’d be just thrilled to find a replacement.” Preferably one that doesn’t act like an apprentice! he thought to himself, fully aware that the deputy would probably prefer not to be interrupted for such a petty reason.

//////Honestly, with an attitude like that, Wolfcall was surprised that Hornetsting had ever passed his assessments to become a warrior in the first place. What was the then-leader thinking?! Wolfcall wished he had some panacea to get the tom to cooperate, like if he knew the magic words to say, but that obviously wasn’t the case. Maybe his friend, Fawnleap, did and knew how to rein the tom in. They were assigned mates, after all, but Wolfcall wasn’t sure. He hadn’t really seen them being overly affectionate with each other, as some partners were — like, for example, Spottedswan and Cloudstep. Now those two were so romantic together, it could make any bystander sick. And there had to be something to be said that the two were an exception against the system, having gotten permission from the leader to be mates with each other; some cats may have looked at them as the perfect couple, but not Wolfcall. He saw them as being disrespectful to the system EmberClan had put in place generations ago. In any case, at the moment all Wolfcall could feel was an overwhelming amount of sympathy that his friend had to deal with this… this utter mouse-brain! Poor Fawnleap must be suffering immensely with that kind of burden… he made a mental reminder to check on her later, and commiserate with her over her assigned mate.

[Queen of flames]

Pigeonpoppy
female - warrior - crush: open - assigned: Hareleap - apprentice: n/a
talking with: Briarpaw, Jaguarpaw, Owlwing, Waspwing
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She watched as the other cats coming for the patrol were entering into a large group near the entrance, she seemed to be the only one without an apprentice, but now there could be one warrior more if something happens. She looked at Wspwing when the tom asked if they were ready to leave "I am ready when you else are" she meowed simply, but didn't really think nobody heard her. She was the only warrior without an apprentice so the mentors could have their eyes on their apprentices and apprentices other apprentices and their mentors, she was mostly just back up warrior.

Whiteberry
male - warrior - crush: Lilyleaf & Peachpaw - assigned: Smallfern - apprentice: n/a
talking with: open
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He walked past his younger sister and Mudnose, getting out of the warrior's den. Blinking his eyes as he watched the camp life, seeing his mate with some other cats there, he didn't mind about what she does with others, but still, sometimes he wondered if staying in this clan was the right thing to do, maybe he could be happier somewhere else. Not thinking about it any longer he only made his way to the camp entrance passing out before the patrols and disappeared to the forest.


Frostcreek
female - warrior - crush: open - assigned: Mudnose - apprentice: n/a
talking with: Mudnose
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She looked at him 'why is he so...why does he want to be with me so much? were mates only because of the rule...we could not take this serious' she thought herself looking over at her paws 'That's kind of sad though, being stuck into a place without any choices' she keeps thinking. Her eyes looked after her older brother for a moment then walked past his mate to get out of the den "yes, that's the better plan" she meowed to him silently, looking at the camp, seeing the patrols being grouping around the entrance.

Magpiepaw
female - apprentice - crush: Smokepaw - assigned: later - mentor: Shivermist
talking with: Shivermist
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She keeps cleaning her dark tortoiseshell fur, not really bothering to see what was going around her at the moment. Flicking her ears when she heard some steps getting closer to her and the familiar scent of her mentor hit her nose, she didn't need to look to know she was coming to get her. She waited for her to speak before turned to look at her "I thought you will never come to ask" she meowed, giving a few more licks to her chest fur before stood up to get out. She walked to her mentor's side "so are we going alone, or do you plan to ask someone else to join us too?" she asked her.

Majesty
male - outsider - crush: open - assigned: later
talking with: Echo, Venus
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He slept in an old fox den near the borders of the clan, he knew the borders were there that's why he stayed outside of it for now. He was not sure if walking past it could be a good idea or not, but then again he could walk past it when the clan cats if there were anyone in those woods was walked away. He opened his eyes to look out of the den when smelled another cat's scents somewhere nearby, two she-cats it seemed. He got out of the fox den and stretched his long legs before walked toward the other two he had smelled "Hm? are you two going to past the clan's borders too?" he meowed to them as he got closer.

[squarshed]

hickoryshade 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

warrior ‖ tom ‖ 18 moons ‖ no tags

 
To say Hickoryshade is a restless sleeper would be an understatement. Today, just like any other day, enough moss had been kicked from his nest that the young tom awoke on what appeared to be pretty much just sticks. And he had the aching back to prove it. The clean-up began, with hickoryshade groaning and complaining all the way. A few soft chuckles could be heard in the dim den, but he didn't go through the bother to be upset about it. It wasn't until he stepped outside the den that he realized they had been chuckling at his appearance. Most of the fur on his body stuck out in so many odd angles, it was hard to tell which way the tom was even sitting. Thus, he began another clean-up, this time on himself.

   By the time the mess was wrangled up and smoothed down, patrols had been called and Liontuft had quickly dismissed himself to do whatever deputies do in their free time. That certainly brightened Hickoryshade's mood; with no patrol duties and no nagging from the deputy, Hickoryshade was free to do just about whatever he wanted. While none of his pals seemed to be free, maybe one would surprise him and join him on a little adventure into the large forest right next door. Or maybe something more tame?

rosetalon 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

warrior ‖ tom ‖ 36 moons ‖ no tags

When Rosetalon had woke up that morning, the sun had barely poked out behind the horizon, and a damp morning chill quickly settled into his bones as soon as he stepped out of the den. And after a few warming licks and a little bit of pacing, he decided to spend his time wisely and go for a quick hunt. The fresh-kill pile was looking fairly sad, with yesterday's remains. Besides, it would help warm him up as well; so off he headed, with the intention of returning before patrols were called. Rosetalon was never a fan of being picked last, nor a fan of evening patrols, and returning late would secure him those spots no doubt.

   Even with that in mind, it was well past sunrise before rosetalon returned with his lucky catch of a hefty squirrel. Time had slipped by too fast was his excuse. Nonetheless, it was out of character for him to be late to anything, and the tom certainly felt a tad flustered. Placing his catch in the fresh-kill pile, he did a quick scan and determined that his suspicions were true. Patrols has already been made, and most seemed to have already headed out. "At least i have a little time to tidy up now" was his first thought, and took a few steps to the side to do just that. He didn't feel particularly chatty at the moment, but maybe he would be a bit more social soon.

cherryskip 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

warrior ‖ she-cat ‖ 24 moons ‖ no tags

Unsurprising to some, Cherryskip was a morning cat. And one thing she liked to start her bright and early mornings with was a quick walk by the nearby river. She had been doing it ever since she became a warrior, and she doubted she would stop anytime soon. Along her walk she had spotted a quite smooth and shiny shell, perhaps from a clam, and had attempted to snatch it, only to make a big splash right into the shallow end. It cut her walk short, and even with her short fur she was still a tad damp by the time she made it back to camp. She didn't let it put a damper on her attitude though; she simply stayed to the sidelines while she cleaned up, and prayed that she wouldn't get chosen for a morning patrol, not while she was a mess like this.

   Thankfully, liontuft had skipped her name this morning, and Cherryskip was given some extra time. Perhaps she'd lay in some sunlight, and wait to spot a friend to talk to. And so she did just that, sprawling out in some sunshine and waiting for someone to catch her eye.

littlebird 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
warrior ‖ she-cat ‖ 26 moons ‖ no tags

Taking a nap, feel free to wake her up!