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MEADOWCLAN

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PLEASE FOLLOW ALL SITE RULES
YOU CAN NOT BE YOUR OWN CRUSH, MATE OR MENTOR
MEDICINE CATS CAN NOT HAVE KITS BUT CAN HAVE MATES
EVERY KIT MUST HAVE A MOTHER

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members (total; 20)
tom's; 11
she-cats; 9
other; 0

LEADER
Sparkstar
a sleek ginger tabby tom with a white chest, neck, muzzle, underbelly and paws; he has orangy-amber eyes.

DEPUTY
Falconsweep
a fluffy pale golden-brown tabby tom with a white underbelly and paws, he soft amber eyes.

MEDICINE CATS (1/2)
Nightheart
a timid black tom with yellow eyes.

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICES (2/2)
Owlpaw
a small, fluffy dark brown she-cat with white dapples, she has a few white spots over eyes and muzzle; she has white paws with big amber eyes that appear more yellow than orange.

smokepaw
a semi-fluffy silvery-grey dappled tom with stripes on his tail, he has a black chest, neck, ears and toes with a thick stripe running between his eyes; his paws and ear tips are white with a thick stripe running up his forehead, as well as the area above his eyes.

WARRIORS
Hawkbite
a large, fluffy dark brown tabby she-cat with a white underbelly and pale yellow eyes.

Volesnout
a sleek, dark brown tom with darker splotches with a cream muzzle and paws, he has light amber eyes.

Softhare
a well groomed she-cat who wears grass and flowers in her long white fur, she has a splash of black on her muzzle.

Grapeclaw
a unusually small black and white tom with unusual purple eyes, he has black spotting that resembles that of berries.

Streamleaf
a handsome, sleek brownish-grey tom with yellow eyes and black paws and ears.

Hickorynose
a lean and slender dark cream tabby she-cat with a white chest, she has soft brown eyes.

Orcasplash
a well muscled black she-cat with a white muzzle, chest, underbelly and paws.

Shadowface
a large fluffy black tom with a lighter chest, neck and underbelly; he has bright orange eyes.

APPRENTICES
Larkpaw
a lanky light brown tom with white and black dapples, has a black heart shaped mark on his chest with a white muzzle and underbelly; he has bright yellow eyes.

Wrenpaw
a lanky brown she-cat with short fur and darker ears, paws and tail with two lines on her chest. she has a cream muzzle chest and underbelly with bright green eyes.

Cheetahpaw
a sleek brown tom with darker tabby markings, his paws and tail tip are white as well as a patch on his chest.

Hamsterpaw
a fluffy cream tabby with white accents on her face and white back paws, she has blue eyes.

QUEENS[i]
Leopardtuft
a fluffy dark golden-brown she-cat with darker stripes on her forehead and legs, she has a black tail tip with a white muzzle, chest and ear fur.

KITS
Lightkit
a sleek mainly white tom with large cream tabby patches and yellow-green eyes.

ELDERS
Viperstrike - elder
a fluffy brown she-cat with darker stripes, a white underbelly and hard orange eyes.

ROGUES/LONERS/KITTYPETS
open

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MENTOR // APPRENTICE

Hawkbite // Wrenpaw
Nightheart // Owlpaw + Smokepaw (for now)
Softhare // Larkpaw
Volesnout // Cheetahpaw
Streamleaf // Hamsterpaw

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RELATIONS

Cheetahpaw likes Larkpaw

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FAMILIES

Volesnout and (open) are the parents of Larkpaw, Wrenpaw + Owlpaw.
Viperstrike is the mother of Volesnout.
Falconsweep and Hawkbite are brother and sister.
Nightheart and Streamleaf are brothers.
Smokepaw and Cheetahpaw are brothers.
Sparkstar and Cottondeather are the parents of Lightkit, Splashkit, Newtkit and Grasskit.
Snowfire and Ghostflame are the parents of Orcasplash, Bayleaf and 3 unknamed stillborns.
Marigold is the mother of Hamsterpaw, Ferretpaw and Wispkit.
Poppy and Snakepelt are the parents of Shadowface and Leopardtuft.
Leopardtuft is the adopted mother of Lightkit.

[Kichikoichi]

Softhare - She-cat - Warrior - 23 - Relationships; Open - Location; Meadow - Tags; Open

Softhare giggled to herself as she wove flower stems between her paws, cutting off extra vines or leaves with her claws. She'd tangle them around her ears and fur, giving a soft sigh of annoyance whenever one fell out of her soft pelt. She kept herself in the soft meadow, rather close to camp, not bothering to travel far for her usual accessories. Flowers of blue and yellow found their way into her pure white fur, giving her a pleased purr. She hummed to herself, completely calm in this state.

Grapeclaw - Tom - Warrior - 26 - Relationships; Open - Location; Meadow - Tags; Open

Grapeclaw set out to look for thorns he could toss into his clanmate's nests, or prey fur he could use to cause a ruckus. His acting was very convincing after all. He was far out, careful to not be seen while preparing his devilish tricks. His eyes caught onto a rabbit, munching on grass and flowers. It's fur was long, perfect!! He crouched down, ready to jump and if needed, put up a chase. Once he caught the rabbit, his plan would be in full motion!! He'd cover the fur in the scent of wilderness and mud, then hide the fur all around the camp! The look on everyone's faces when they think there was an outsider! He held back a laugh, and went back to focusing on the animal.

Streamleaf - Tom - Warrior - 28 - Relationships; Open - Location; Camp - Tags; Open

The sandy and brown tom yawned as he stood at the entrance to the camp. He adored when the sun hit his pelt. Well, he adored everything about the open sky. A lot of the time he would sleep out in the open during the night. He would compliment or greet everyone walking by, when he saw his brother uneasily walk into the Medicine Den with herbs in his jaws, he pelt a pang of worry. He decided he would walk over to his brother later, but Nightheart did need to take care of himself for a little bit, he was an important member of the clan now! The tom purred as he felt pride for his smaller brother.

Nightheart - Tom - Medicine Cat - 28 - Relationships; Open - Location; Medicine Den - Tags; Open

He shakily entered his den and dropped feverfew, burdock root, and dandelions. He decided he should leave one of each out so he could quiz his apprentices on their uses later. He took all but one of each and placed them in separate holes he had dug under ground, like little cabinets. He had many holes in the ground, each holding either their own plant or plants with similar uses. He has a hole for deathberries and hemlock, but he keeps that one covered with dirt until needed. He kept sorting his plants, double, even triple checking everything out of his own anxiety

[izzard]

Owl'paw - she/her

Owl'paw sniffed the air and relaxed as the scents of camp faded and a grassy aroma replaced it. The sweet smells of the meadow drifted into her nostrils as she walked further into the large clearing, as well as the odor of a certain type of tangy herb that she thought was dock. She bounded over towards the scent, not caring when she rustled the grass and sent prey running from her in all directions. Owl'paw spotted a large leafy plant and grabbed as many leaves as she could carry. Nightheart, her mentor, would be pleased. Owl'paw began to head back to camp, wishing she could stay out in the meadow for a little longer. But Nightheart would be worried, she reminded herself, and I can't make him more worried than he usually is. Owl'paw stared up at the open sky for a moment, losing herself in the vast blue, but looked down again and followed the path that led back to camp. She would have to save her sky watching for another day.

Lark'paw - he/him

Lark'paw stalked a mouse, licking his lips at the thought of the tender flesh. He pounced, and landed square on the mouse. "Yes!" He crowed, allowing himself a moment of victory before going to deliver the killing bite to his prey. As his fangs neared the mouses spine, it twisted in his hands and meowed, "Wake up, you lazy! Its time for training!" Lark'paw jerked back from his prey in surprise, and the mouse jumped out of his hands and was lost in the long stems of grass. He sighed and opened his eyes, preparing himself for another long day of apprentice training.

Wren'paw - she/her

Wren'paw exited the den, her brother still waking up. If I wasn't here, he would be still be a measly apprentice when I became a warrior. Whatever, she thought, at least his laziness makes him easy to beat. Wren'paw searched the camp for her mentor, Hawk'bite, but couldn't locate his dark brown pelt in the horde of cats preparing for the dawn hunt. She sighed, wishing she could have gotten the deputy as a mentor instead. At least they were always in the same place every morning. Wren'paw stretched, and prepared to enter the huge crowd of cats in search of Hawk'bite. Why couldn't he at least try to stay outside the warriors den and wait for me? Wren'paw tried searching the camp again, and thankfully spotted her mentor near the camp exit. She headed towards him, eager to begin training for the day. Okay, and eager to beat her brother at everything.

Volesnout - he/him

Vole'snout stood outside the warriors den, giving himself a full grooming and also coincidentally missing the dawn hunt. He hated the dawn hunt. The she-cats never went to those, they were always at camp taking care of kits. Vole'snout wondered if he would ever find a mate in this dump. Maybe he should go back to living as a loner, nothing to worry about. Viper'strike would take care of his kits for him. Okay, thats a stretch, he admitted to himself. Viper'strike wasn't very willing to take care of her own kits, so I doubt she'd want to take care of mine. Vole'snout stretched, his spine giving a small crack. With the stiffness gone, he decided to travel around camp and visit his mother. Maybe she had some words of advice for what he could do.

Viper'strike - she/her

Viper'strike gave her paw a long lick, finding a flea and cracking it in her teeth. She practiced her scary stories of Two-legs and evil clan leaders in her head, adding a few more horrifying parts here and there. She loved terrifying kits, and it was the only thing she was good at as an elder. Those mouse brains. If my own son hadn't shoved me into this dirtplace of a den, I would be bringing back mountains of fresh kill. I'm not nearly as broken as they all think. She moved on to grooming her chest, finding more fleas and letting out a meow of disgust. Those apprentices are useless, she thought. They never do anything but train and hunt. maybe they should remeber to care for the old once in a while. As Viper'strike continued ranting in her head, a rustle came from outside the den. Viper'strikes ears perked up, alert, and was surprised when her son entered the den. What was he doing here?

[attiechan]

CheetahPaw - He/Him - Medicine Cat Apprentice - 6

Cheetahpaw was outside camp collecting moss for his mentor Nightheart. He cut another clump and set it on a rather large leaf
he used to carry them swiftly back to camp. He trodded past the apprentice den, catching a familiar scent. He slowed slightly hoping maybe he would brush past him but he then heard rustling in the medicine den. Larkpaw could wait. He wouldn't want to be on Nightheart's bad side, it was too early for a time management lecture. He pushed forward into the medicine den.




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Smokepaw - He/him - Apprentice - 7

Smokepaw padded outside the apprentice den just in time so see his brother dip into the medicine den. He could have said hi but he looked like he was in a hurry. He hasn't really talked to his brother in awhile. They both were busy with their own duties and roles in the clan. Speaking of which... He began to stretch and scan the camp for his mentor, Volesnout.

[izzard]

Owl’paw

Owl’paw entered camp and padded towards the medicine den, ignoring the horde of cats near the tunnel discussing hunting patrols. She entered the den and whisked past Nightheart, carefully unrolling her bundle of dock leaves and setting them in the hole her mentor had set aside for them. A scuffling noise came from behind Owl’paw and Cheetah’paws scent washed over her as he entered the den. “Hi, Cheetah’paw!” She meowed cheerfully, turning to face her friend.

Lark'paw

Lark’paw sat up in his nest and stretched out, still thinking about the juicy mouse in his dream. Wren’paw could be so annoying and punctual sometimes. He shook scraps of moss from his pelt and gave his chest a quick lick, not bothering to give himself a full grooming. Lark’paw peeked out of the apprentices' den, searching for his mentor, but couldn’t see her fluffy pelt in the group of cats near the camp entrance. She’s probably out decorating her fur again, he thought, rolling his eyes as an image of Soft’hare covered in brightly colored flowers popped into his head. He saw his sister, Owl’paw, trotting quickly across camp with a bundle of leaves in her mouth. I guess I could go say hi. Knowing Soft’hare, I won’t have training til noon. Lark’paw licked his paw and ran it over his ears, then left his den to go visit his ever busy sister.

Wren’paw

“Hey! Hawk’bite!” Wren’paw called as she raced across camp towards her mentor. She couldn’t wait to get out in the meadow and just run, the wind in her fur and not a thought in her head. Training was always so fun. Fighting with other apprentices and hunting to feed the clan just satisfied her, and she looked forward to whatever activity her mentor had for her, even if it was picking fleas out of Viper’strikes fur. Wren’paw couldn’t wait to be a warrior, and even if she had to drag her brother by the tail in order for him to pass his assessment, she would. That's what true, kind warriors do. She reached her mentor and meowed a warm hello. Today was going to be a great day.

Vole’snout

“Hello, mother. I just came for a visit.” Vole’snout sat in the empty nest beside Viperstrike, not bothering to wait for her invitation. He gave his chest a quick lick and looked into the deep orange eyes of his mother. The annoyed orange eyes of his mother. Why did he decide to do this again?

Viper’strike

“What do you want?” Viper’strike snapped, not buying Vole’snouts “just visiting” story. The last time he came for a “visit”, he wanted to know where the best squirrel hunting grounds were, undoubtedly to impress someone. He was always trying to win someone over with his fading charm and mediocre looks. That may have worked when he was a kit, but it wouldn’t work now. Viper’strike refused to give her son anything more than she already had given him, and she pointedly turned away so that she couldn’t see his large amber eyes. Those eyes could convince her to do anything, because even if she tried her hardest to ignore it, her motherly love for Vole’snout would always triumph over any hatred she tried to feel.

[attiechan]

CheetahPaw - He/Him - Medicine Cat Apprentice - 6

Cheetahpaw entered the den at was greeted by his friend, Owlpaw. His previous nerves had eased as the calming scent of his friend washed over him. He quickly padded over to Nighheart and set the leaf of moss next to him, finally with his mouth no longer full, he greeted the other medicine cat apprentice.
"Hi, Owlpaw" he meowed tentatively, still slightly distracted. "Any luck herb hunting?"




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Smokepaw - He/him - Apprentice - 7

Smokepaw, done stretching, seen no sight of his mentor but, had a pretty good idea of where he was.

'No need to get involved in that.' He thought, practically picturing the elder she cat that seemed to be one of the only cats
he truly feared.

She was, at least in his experience, not exactly pleasant to be around.
Instead, he looked around for the other apprentices. As if on cue, Larkaw passed him and headed towards the Medicine cat's den.
He had remembered that Owlpaw, his own brother's friend and Larkpaw's sister, was the other medicine cat apprentice.
If Larkpaw was going to visit his sister...should he go visit his own brother? After all, his mentor was preoccupied with his own familial visits so, he had time before training. He pondered the thought.

[izzard]

Owl’paw

Owl’paw blushed. She hadn’t exactly been herb hunting, more just pondering. But she couldn’t tell Cheetah’paw that in front of Night’heart. He would probably lecture her about proper medicine cat apprentice duties or something, and she did not want to spend until sunhigh listening to her mentor talk, so she just nodded. “I only found a patch of dock, but dock is always useful for scratches.” Owl’paw raised her voice as she said the last part to make sure Night’heart heard her. If she was going to get away with spending all day wandering in the meadow, she should at least try to be good about memorizing her herbs. Maybe if she was on Night’hearts good side, he would let her linger among the long grasses and sweet scents more often.

Lark’paw

Lark’paw padded into the medicine den and saw Owl’paw and Cheetah’paw conversing about herbs. He waited until there was a lull in the conversation, then meowed a greeting. “Hey guys! Whatcha up to? Talking about some fancy schmancy Starclan stuff us normal apprentices can’t know about?”

(Nothing new for Wren’paw)

Vole’snout

“Mother, please, all I need is some advice.” Vole’snout said, making his voice as innocent as he could and ending up sounding like Lark’paw when he had a cold. It had been a while since he had tried to sound nice. “Anyways, I’ll cut straight to the point since my half-pint apprentice is probably waiting for me. I need your help deciding what to do about my current clan… situation. Things are boring. I was wondering if you had any ideas about what I should do about it.”

Viper’strike

Viper’strike turned towards her son and gave him a disdainful look. “Oh, so you do want something. Well, all I can give you is stop wasting your time with the she-cats. You’re only embarrassing yourself. Now go away, I need my rest. I am an elder, after all.” She gave Vole’snout a pointed look, as if to say guess who put me in here, you imbecile. Vole’snout hesitated, and Viper’strike lashed at his snout with her front paw, not bothering to keep her claws sheathed. Vole’snout dodged her paw and rolled his eyes, but left the elders den. Finally he’s gone, now I can groom in peace, Viper’strike thought, and ran her tongue down her striped flank.

[attiechan]

CheetahPaw - He/Him - Medicine Cat Apprentice - 6

They discussed their respective 'journeys' outside of camp and pretended not to know that his friend was most likely lingering in her favorite meadow patch. He said nothing as he was no tattletail. He had felt relaxed but, it didn't last too long as Owlpaws brother entered the den. Cheetahpaw jumped and couldn't form a single thought to combat Larkpaw's witty retort.

"Uh- hehe" He stuttered and looked at Owlpaw hoping words would magically come to him.




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Smokepaw - He/him - Apprentice - 7

He decided against the thought. He then sat and groomed himself.

[izzard]

Owl’paw

Owl’paw smelled her brother's familiar scent and looked towards the entrance of the medicine cat den. Lark’paw stood there, and seeing an opportunity to jump into the conversation made a witty (or what he must have thought was witty) remark. Owl’paw stifled a laugh as she saw Cheetah’paw’s eyes widen in what looked to be either shock or fright. Or... Realization hit Owl'paw like a lighting bolt. She knew what she had to do. She met Cheetah'paw's eyes and gave him a knowing smile. “Lark’paw, we were only talking herbs! Cheetah’paw here was just talking about a cool secret spot he found. Oh, speaking of secret spots, I need to go grab some herbs from a secret spot outside of camp! I’ll be right back.” And with that, Owl’paw quickly exited the medicine den, giggling quietly at the look on Cheetah’paws face.

Lark’paw

Lark’paw watched his sister, the only reason he came to the medicine den in the first place, hightail it out the den entrance, leaving him and Cheetah’paw to… well, talk probably isn’t the right word. Maybe sit in silence? Lark’paw glanced at his paws, then at Cheetah’paw. “So… how's the.. uh... herb-ing?” He asked, hoping that would somehow spark a conversation.

(nothing knew with Wren’paw, Vole’snout, or Viper’strike)

[attiechan]

CheetahPaw - He/Him - Medicine Cat Apprentice - 6

Cheetahpaw stared slack jawed at the stunt his friend had just pulled by leaving him alone with her brother.

"I uh.. yeah! heh. Well no- I wasn't herb hunting actually," he managed. "Just getting moss for Nightheart. Nothing nearly as cool as the stuff your sister finds!"



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Smokepaw - He/him - Apprentice - 7

While grooming his pelt he saw Owlpaw rush by.

"Hey wait" he called out to her