Marshclan & Hawkclan's Fate | Open & Accepting

[FerretMonarch]

Shadowpelt•Tom•Warrior•16 moons•He/him•Location:Marshclan Elder den•Tags: Deepwater, Adderpaw, open

"Hello Adderpaw how are you doing this morning?" Shadowpelt mewed pleasantly. "I was checking on how Deepwater was doing and if his bedding needed changing. You, I, and the rest of the clan have so much to learn from Deepwater and other elders and yet we forget to check on them and tend to them as they have done us and the clan itself for years. So I like to come down here to check on the elders and see if they would like to talk or need anything. It's nice to know you aren't forgotten."

Shadowpelt turned to Deepwater "We'll be right back with new bedding Deepwater. Come on Adderpaw let's get him the softest bedding shall we?"

Lionfur•Molly•Queen•13 moons•They/them•Location: Marshclan nursery•Tags: Rosedance, open

Lionfur gave Rosedance a glance not super happy with his answer, but it was sufficient enough she supposed. Though it seemed to be an excuse.

"I'm fine thank you. Not very hungry right now." Lionfur mewed curtly.


Clouddust•Intersex•Warrior•13 moons•He/they•Location: Hawkclan Warrior den• Tags: sugarpaw, open

"I'm fine Sugarpaw are you alright?" They asked the young apprentice.

He offered a paw to hera bit embarrassed that he hadn't been paying attention

[fortissimo]

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hawkclan kit | tags: bushsparrow & heathermoon | mentions: lynxpaw, bumblepaw
Fallowkit wasn’t left wanting for company or entertainment for long; in just a few heartbeats, her brother Bushsparrow had bounded over to her, a mouse dangling from his jaws — she had to stretch and strain her neck a little to peer up at the face of her older sibling, whose light brown tabby fur, with its white markings, resembled her own so very much, but she was certain she’d get to be as big as him, someday soon! It wasn’t long after his arrival that she heard further pawsteps coming from behind her; whirling around, she turned to find herself face-to-face with her mother. StarClan, when had the older she-cat woken up?! Fallowkit had hoped to get a little alone time to, ahem, for lack of a better world, tromp around the camp in the name of good old exploration and adventure, and she maybe hadn’t been planning on asking permission (because she knew she’d get a resounding no!), but it seemed she could get nothing past Heathermoon. Oh well; there was always next time. “Good morning, Heathermoon! Good morning, Bushsparrow! Thanks for the mouse,” she piped up in greeting, remembering that her mother had always taught her to be polite and grateful when others brought them food.

Fallowkit enjoyed these occasional visits from her brothers, naturally - they livened things up a little! - but she had to wonder why no other cat visited the nursery so frequently. She may be young, too small to understand the intricacies of these things, but even she figured that fathers ought to spend time with their little ones while they still could. Still, a tom had yet to step forward in HawkClan claiming herself as his kit, as far as she knew. Although she would have liked to have a father to do badger rides with, she didn’t particularly mind for the moment. Oh well, she thought with a shrug of her shoulders. She had her mother, her brothers, and her clanmates. What else was there? Of course, she was too wrapped up in her own world to realize what, exactly, not having a father around implied about her mother and her heritage — perhaps that was for the best, though. There would be plenty of time, in future moons, to worry and wonder about such things.

Instead, the young she-cat turned her attention away from the two adults, yellow-green eyes instead focused with curiosity on the dead mouse, which she poked with one of her white forepaws. It was just like the brown rodent of her dreams, the one she’d been pursuing doggedly until the waking world pulled her back into reality — perhaps that was why the little she-kit suddenly took a few steps backward, then lowered herself into her best imitation of a hunting crouch, bunching up her haunches in preparation for a killing pounce. Her tail wiggled back and forth excitedly behind her at the idea of catching her own live prey, and suddenly she was no longer within the walls of the camp, protected on all sides with thorn barriers; no, instead, she had been transported to the forest that outlined their territory, a gentle breeze ruffling her fur and her mind keenly focused on the mouse standing before her. Dimly, she registered that Bushsparrow had not brought this piece of fresh kill over as her plaything, but… she couldn’t help it! It was too much like her dream not to play at a little pretend! Without warning, she leapt forward with a cheerful squeak, claws outstretched…

Only to clumsily land next to the fresh corse, barely getting a grip on its tail.

Needless to say, if that had been live prey, it would have readily gotten away.

“Oops,” she muttered to herself, feeling her face grow hot with embarrassment at her failed hunting session. She glanced around rapidly, trying to gauge if anyone had seen her making a fool of herself, before sitting down and licking an out-of-place piece of fur on her chest to distract herself. Clearly, she needed more practice. Maybe she could sneak away from the nursery and convince one of the apprentices to teach her, later? Lynxpaw always seemed to indulge, if nothing else.

Not wishing to play with her food anymore (and, to be fair, she knew if she did then she would receive an earful from her mother, or someone else claiming that she was disrespecting the warrior code… sigh), Fallowkit knelt down and took a tentative bite of Bushsparrow’s mouse. She was still being weaned off her mother’s milk, so the taste of fresh kill felt a little foreign to her. It was very… chewy, though not in a bad way, and she wasn’t sure why anyone would choose to eat this over milk. Suddenly, she remembered that Bushsparrow was a mentor, and she sat up and turned back to him, tail held high, her original intention of asking about a gathering all but forgotten (hey, it wasn’t her fault if she had the attention span of a squirrel!). “Um, um, Bushsparrow, could I maybe come with you when you train Bumblepaw today? Pretty please?” She blinked up at him owlishly, trying her best to convey her innocent intentions. “I won’t cause any trouble, promise! I just want to watch.” Certainly most cats would say she was too young, and too small, to leave camp, but this was her brother she was talking to! It was worth a try!

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hawkclan warrior | tags: sealsmog | mentions: rowanstalk, wolfstar, antgleam, minkstar, tigerheart
Unlike many of her clanmates, who found repose from the hustle and bustle of the day at night, Stormpetal had been awake for some time. She’d spent most of the early morning fruitlessly curled up in her nest - situated as far as possible from her former mate’s, thank you very much! - with her eyes wide open, alert for any signs of trouble. Deep down she knew that it was unreasonable to expect danger to suddenly come stumbling into their camp, but… the she-cat had found it hard to relax after the unwarranted attack from MarshClan five moons ago.

You see, Stormpetal didn’t enjoy sleeping these days. It sounded like such an odd thing to say, but it was the simple truth, because when she slept, on the rare occasions where her body was so bone-tired that she forced herself to get a little shut-eye, she dreamed. Sometimes she got lucky and only pitch darkness awaited her in her reveries. More often than not, though, she heard yowling, hissing, the sound of cats fighting in the background — and most haunting of all, her son’s oh-so familiar voice crying out for her, wailing for someone to save him, anyone. In these dreams - no, nightmares - she would always find him too late, only stumbling upon Beepaw’s little body already cold and dead to the world.

Eventually, Stormpetal had given up on trying to pretend like she had been resting, emerging from the warriors’ den much earlier than most, at least for cats who hadn’t been called to attend the dawn patrol. She wanted to start her day off as soon as possible, be directed to go somewhere, do something, from Sealsmog, Wolfstar, or Antgleam, because when she wasn’t distracting herself with her duties, when her mind wasn’t occupied with whatever task she had to do next, she would think of him again, her precious little Beepaw, and remember how he had been taken from her too young.

StarClan is full of fox-hearts, and MarshClan even moreso, she thought with a sneer, the mere passing remembrance of those cowardly, cold-blooded, poor excuses for cats enough to get her hackles raised, fur standing on end, despite knowing that she was safe amidst her clanmates in their guarded camp.

As most warriors no doubt already knew, today there would be a gathering between the two clans. An occasion where they would all gather on the island in the lake, and pretend to tolerate each other’s company for an evening. Needless to say, Stormpetal had no interest in going. If she went, if she saw that mouse-hearted Minkstar who had greenlit the attack, or worse, that piece of crowfood Tigerheart who had murdered Beepaw and the other apprentices, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to control herself.

Oh, she knew, she knew what MarshClan would say to her if they could see her now. It’s been five moons; shouldn’t you have moved on by now?

Yeah, right.

… Needless to say, there was a reason that Stormpetal didn’t like to be left alone with just herself and her mind; her thoughts somehow always seemed to devolve back into this neverending elegy of hatred, vitriol, and despair. She didn’t like feeling this way, and she knew it would be healthier to let go of her anger and move on; she only wished that she could pull herself out of her slump, but forgetting the death of her son would never be easy. So that was why she threw herself into patrol after patrol, volunteering for far more than she had before the attack, never giving herself a moment to breathe and relax lest her subconsciousness betray herself again.

Thankfully, Stormpetal received a distraction in the form of the familiar brown point pelt that belonged to the dutiful Sealsmog. It seemed that Wolfstar had not emerged from her den just yet to start the day, but the deputy was already on top of it, approaching some warriors to presumably send them to patrol. This was her chance! Abruptly getting up, Stormpetal began making a beeline to the older she-cat, eager to offer herself up for anything that needed doing. StarClan, she would even take up some of the apprentices’ duties, if need be! … Not that HawkClan really needed it; they had plenty of ‘paws to help around these days.

Unfortunately, before she could reach the deputy, she spotted the dark fur of her former mate, Rowanstalk, and found her ears instinctively pressing against the back of her head, as if readying herself for another spat with him. There was a reason the two had split up all those moons ago, after their son’s death; without Beepaw around, nothing fastened them together anymore. The things she had once found endearing about the older tom suddenly became annoyances, and every time she looked at him she couldn’t help the building feeling in her gut that he could have done more. He was the leader’s brother. He could so easily have asked her to make sure Beepaw stayed in camp that day. But no.

Stormpetal did consider simply ignoring his presence, but she knew he would only use that against her. She could already imagine what he would say: “Oh, look at my poor former mate, so sensitive that she cannot even bring herself to look me in the eyes!” As if! She wouldn’t be cowed by him! Indignant, she raised her head up as she walked by, barely even sparing him a glance. “Morning,” she mewed gruffly as she passed by him.

After passing him with as much dignity as she could muster (and she liked to think she did a fair job of it!), she padded up to Sealsmog, dipping her head out of respect for the she-cat’s higher position. “Hello Sealsmog,” she said in a much more agreeable tone than with Rowanstalk. “Is there anything I can do for the clan today? A patrol I could join, perhaps?” She left the rest of the words unspoken: just don’t send me out with Rowanstalk, though she was sure Sealsmog would get the hint without needing to verbalize such a request.

[Mezzo]

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─────── HawkClan Warrior | Tags: Stormpetal (for a second lol), Wolfstar | Mentions: Antgleam, Sealsmog, Tigerheart, Minkstar

As he was wont to do, Rowanstalk rose with the sun, the pitch black tom awakening promptly and slipping out of the warriors’ den alone with nary a yawn, no muss and no fuss. He’d gotten into this morning routine even back when he was a young warrior, all ambition and determination to be one of HawkClan’s finest, chomping at the bit to contribute and jump on any patrol that needed an extra paw - and, back then, always asking if the winsome Stormpetal could come along. Oh, if only his past self could see them now! - and the habit had just stuck since then; though, these past few moons, it had become more of a coping mechanism than anything else — sans his mate, sans his kit, the solitary tom found that, these days, attending to his warrior duties was easy, familiar… and it meant not having to ruminate on Beepaw too much. Even now, five moons past, Rowanstalk couldn’t forget the memory of his son, battered and broken, being hauled back to camp with Dovepaw and Vinepaw so the grieving clan could hold vigil, his trademark scent completely covered up by the artificial smell of rosemary and lavender and whatever else Antgleam had pulled together to hide the stench of death.

He’d likely never forget that day for as long as he still drew breath, and just recalling it in passing brought a renewed wave of rage to the forefront of his mind. Unconsciously, his claws unsheathed as if he were about to face an enemy, and he scraped them against the grass underneath in frustration.

Now, Rowanstalk couldn’t read minds, but after that fateful battle and everything that followed, he felt he could practically hear his clanmates’ unspoken questions, wondering how he carried on (...if one could call it that), whether it was out of resolve to carry on his kit’s legacy or just plain-old stubbornness.

No, just a lot of anger, he thought, wanted to say, but he always held his tongue.

After all, not even Stormpetal had stuck around to understand — though they were alike in their disdain for MarshClan, a clan made up of cowards and fox-hearts, that seemed to be where the similarities ended. Once upon a time, he could claim to know her like the back of his paw; both alike in dignity, all stubbornness and pride, they were two peas in a pod growing up, and their close friendship had only naturally evolved into romance as they got older. But that was before Beepaw, before the attack, before everything. Afterwards, she had averred that the brunt of the blame lay with Rowanstalk, hissing and spitting that he should have seen to it that Beepaw was far and away from the battle, safe and sound with the kits, queens, and elders, and that he had been wrong to encourage his son to partake in the fight (as if it was so wrong to have faith in his son’s abilities? Like it was a sin to suggest that maybe, just maybe if Beepaw proved himself in action, Wolfstar would be inclined to push his naming ceremony forward?). Great StarClan, it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought all of that himself after the fact!

And it wasn’t like she was so blameless, either; if she hadn’t coddled him so much, tried to shield him from all the world’s dangers even when he wasn’t a kit anymore, then maybe Beepaw would have had a fighting chance against that piece of crowfood Tigerheart. That had been where their parenting philosophies differed — Stormpetal tried her best to fight all of their son’s battles for him while Rowanstalk thought Beepaw would grow the most by learning from his mistakes. While he may have once found her maternal protectiveness endearing, in the light of such recent tragedy, it could now only be perceived as… well, constraining.

Now, the two erstwhile friends could hardly tolerate the other’s presence. After their inevitable split, Stormpetal had seen fit to move her nest as far away as possible from his so that they slept on opposite ends of the warriors’ den, and they were both careful to avoid any patrols that the other was attending. Even when they were accidentally put together, they would always just split up to avoid having to be in each other’s company. Fine by him — he only felt sorry for Sealsmog and Wolfstar, who had to accommodate their unspoken demands. It was all so juvenile, really, behavior better-suited to kits and apprentices than fully grown warriors — but he certainly had no reason to apologize to her.

Speaking of which, the she-cat was passing by him, grunting more than greeting him with a lackluster, half-hearted, “Morning.” He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at her childishness; if she was going to act like that, then it would have been better had she not said anything at all!

Still, perhaps some part of Rowanstalk was as puerile as her, because he refused to let her get the last laugh, returning her hello with an equally enthusiastic (which was to say, not at all), “Yeah, morning.” Truly, there was no love lost between the two.

Seeing as how Stormpetal was making her way over to Sealsmog, the deputy already on top of it this morning with patrols, Rowanstalk decided that was exactly not where he was going to go! If they had need of him, then they would call for him anyhow. Instead, rather fortuitously he spotted the familiar gray pelt of Wolfstar making her way out of her den, grabbing a bite from the nearby fresh-kill pile and then retreating back toward her den.

Perfect, just the cat he wanted to see.

Out of anyone, Wolfstar seemed to understand Rowanstalk’s vitriol towards MarshClan best. After all, they had lost their littermate to MarshClan early on in their apprenticeship — a scar that stung to this day. Rowanstalk had tried his best to move on from Badgerpaw’s death, though he would never forget his brother, but it seemed MarshClan was intent on shedding unnecessary blood on their territory and never letting him forget all that they had taken away from him. He had a feeling they wouldn’t rest until he’d lost every cat he cared about, at this point. At least his sister had multiple lives to protect her from their treachery.

Weaving his way through the camp and the cats outside towards his sister, Rowanstalk dipped his head in greeting once he reached her side. It sometimes felt a little weird, showing obeisance to his littermate, but it was the respectful thing to do. “Good morning, Wolfstar. I imagine you have a lot on your mind, given the gathering tonight,” he mewed steadily, before getting straight to the heart of things. “I suppose it doesn’t need to be said, but I’d rather not go, if you’re still deciding on who will attend. I can’t imagine Minkstar and her warriors will be any less insufferable than last time, and I’d really rather not be tempted to flay a few pelts and break StarClan’s truce.” Of course, were she secretly planning to attack MarshClan during the gathering, he’d readily attend, but alas such occasions were supposed to be times of peace… and, though he didn't want to come across as brazen, requesting not to attend, the fact of the matter was that he had no intentions of playing pretend at making peace with cats who would abide by the needless deaths of three apprentices.

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─────── HawkClan Apprentice | Tags: Bumblepaw & Swiftclaw | Mentions: Sugarpaw, Clouddust, Pebblepaw, Antgleam, Fallenpaw, Crocusweb

Thankfully, it wasn’t long before Lynxpaw found himself being saved from his own boredom by the arrival of his fellow apprentice, Bumblepaw. Although he didn’t move to sit or stand up to greet the older tom, having admittedly gotten quite cozy in this position, he nevertheless cheered up at the other’s arrival, ears perking up while his tail, which had previously been lashing about in mild irritation, relaxed; if there was one thing any cat ought to know about dynamic and vivacious Lynxpaw, it was that he would never pass up a chance to socialize with his clanmates, so he was glad for the company!

“Hey there, Bumblepaw! Morning!” he returned the greeting with a light-hearted meow. It had occurred to him that the thick-furred calico had spoken a bit too loudly, but Lynxpaw didn’t really mind. Far from it, in fact — he appreciated the show of enthusiasm, especially so early in the morning! It was better than the alternative of dealing with a grouch and anyway, he wasn’t Bumblepaw’s mentor, so who was he to correct his fellow apprentice? Nevertheless, Lynxpaw glanced around briefly, wondering if there were any short-tempered warriors (like the ones who had, ahem, taught him the valuable lesson not to tread into the warriors’ den in early morning) about who might have overheard and were now glaring at them for the volume. Thankfully, they seemed to be safe from any cantankerous cats at present, though his brief survey of the camp confirmed that a few other apprentices were now up and about and just starting their day. He’d noticed Sugarpaw was talking to Clouddust, and the medicine cat apprentice had just sprinted out of his den as if on a mission.

At Bumblepaw’s question, Lynxpaw shrugged his shoulders — as best he could, anyway, while still lying down. “To be honest, I don’t know. I figured I would wait for Swiftclaw to show up and tell me what he had in mind,” he admitted openly. Unlike some of his denmates, such as the peculiar Irispaw whose inclination toward hunting was fairly well-known to the clan at this point, he had no particular preference in what he learned from his mentor… although he still preferred hunting and fighting training over, say, helping the medicine cats with their herb-collecting. Sure, it was an important task and any apprentice ought to understand the importance of keeping the medicine cats’ den well-stocked, but it was just… so… tedious! And confusing! Every time Lynxpaw went out to collect herbs for Pebblepaw or Antgleam, he often found himself returning to camp fighting the headache of having spent so much time trying to understand the difference between one plant and another.

Before Lynxpaw could return the question back to Bumblepaw, he recognized a familiar bengal-spotted coat, not unlike his own, approaching them, and he immediately did an about-face, hopping to his paws and standing at attention, as if feigning that he had been alert this entire time and not, in fact, lazing about on the ground! Of course he knew that Swiftclaw wouldn’t judge him for taking a bit of a break this early in the day, but it was the principle of the matter, and Lynxpaw simply didn’t like the thought of looking remiss in front of his mentor! “Hey, Swiftclaw! Good morning! I’m absolutely ready!! What do you have planned today? Are we going to go over some battle moves? Or tag along to one of the patrols? Oh, hey, is it okay if Bumblepaw and his mentor come along? The more the merrier!” He was excited to get the day started off properly and it showed, the young tom practically bouncing on his paws, eyes shining, as he addressed his mentor with gusto.

As an afterthought, Lynxpaw remembered that when he’d been looking around camp earlier, he’d seen one of the more recently made ‘paws, Fallenpaw, sitting by the fresh-kill pile by herself, no doubt waiting for her mentor there. To be frank, he didn’t really know a great deal about the she-cat given how recently her naming ceremony had been, only that she had come from outside the clans - not that he cared one whit about something that trivial, so long as she stayed loyal and true! - but from what he’d seen of her thus far, she seemed like a nice enough cat, and he respected her determination and drive in her training, so he saw no harm in getting to know the charcoal bengal better — even if some cats doubted her for her heritage, he did not number among the skeptics.

“Maybe Fallenpaw and Crocusweb could tag along, too?” he suggested hopefully. Honestly, the young tom had half a mind to call her over and invite her himself, but he didn’t want to come across as presumptuous. That sort of decision was best left for the mentors to decide, not him. He also realized that a training session of six cats was admittedly rather large and would be harder to organize, but oh well. That was just how he liked it, being surrounded by his clanmates — a little too much was just enough for him!

[Queen of flames]

Rosedance
Marshclan deputy - male - crush/ mate - open - apprentice: open-tags: Lionfur, kits, open

He noticed the way the queen looked at him, not knowing what she thought, but he felt like she was not pleased with his response. He knew that he needed to be with his kits more, but as a deputy, he could not just leave his task undone either or leave all the responsibility to Minkstar. He looked at her before looking at the pile "I see" he meowed simply, his eyes turning to see his kits before he walked out to bring something out of the fresh-kill pile and took it back to the nursery.
He sat next to his kits, keeping his prey in his jaws, planning to do the trick just like his father did to him when he was a kit. He gets the prey close to the kit's nose, so it could touch them, knowing that the prey's smell could perhaps make them up. He noticed that Punkinkit did start moving a little bit and he saw how the sleepy she-kit sniffed the air for a moment before her eyes got wide open "morning..." he meowed with a smile as he turned to see Frogkit if the tom kit was going to awaken too.

Yellowoon
Marshclan warrior - female - crush/mate: Whiteflame - apprentice: open- tags: Minkstar, Scryheart

She eyed the flame point tom longer than she wanted to, sometimes she just can't stop staring at the handsome tom. Her eyes perked at the voice of Minkstar, who approved corner to her eyes, not really hearing what she asked, but she did hear the latest words she said about takers. She needed to think for a moment about what she asked, but as the young Scryheart walked to speak to the leader kind of responded to her question.
The black she-cat stood up and made her way to the dark brown patched leader and the young warrior "if there are still open spots I would love to join either of those patrols" she meowed giving a small greeting to Minkstar and smiling at the pretty young she-cat Scryheart.

Pumpkinkit
Marshclan kit - female - crush/mate: open - mentor: n/a - tags: father, Fogkit, open

She curled tighter into a ball, as she continued her sleeping, not knowing what was going on around her or what time it was. The upcoming smell of fresh prey covered her dreams, which made her unsure if she was awakened or not, feeling the touch on her nose she opened her eyes with a gasp "..." she faced the prey before noticing the cat holding it "...dad?" she meowed blinking her eyes as she yawned and got to her paws.

Deepwater
Marshclan elder - male - crush/mate: none - tags: Shadowpelt, Adderpaw

He gave a little questioning smile to the young tom "yeah, they do take care of me, well I have prey to eat and if I ask something they help me, but as an elder, I stay most of my time in camp...there are times when I feel lonely when most of the clan are either coming or leaving the camp for patrols or whatever else they are doing there" he meowed with a sight. He turned to see the young apprentice there "Morning Adderpaw..." he meowed gently "you're early on...that's good!" he meowed.
He flicked his ears at the young warrior's words, impressed and feeling a little embarrassed about the way he spoke about him or elders in general.

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Heathermoon
Hawkclan Queen - female - crush/mate: open - apprentice: n/a - tags: Fallowkit, Bushsparrow

She watched her kit with a smile as she greeted them, she was still young, but already acted like a fully matured cat. She sure pleased her, but saddened her as well, the kit could act like a kit, but what could she do when she was the only one at the nursery, the apprentices were too busy to play with her and she was not that young anymore. Her son Bushsparrow does visit the nursery and even play with Fallowkit, which is good, but he does have his responsibility to train an apprentice and it could be unfair to Bumblepaw if his mentor didn't give him attention. His other son Mushroomshard was not a bad boy, he just sometimes forgot that Fallowkit is a kit, He can't play with her the way he goes with bigger cats. Sometimes she is afraid that his son Mushroomshard may hurt her without realizing it himself.
She looked at Fallowkit when she got to the dead mice her son bought for her "that's not a tool Fallowkit, but maybe we could do some moss balls for you to play at?" she meowed to her unhearing what she asked for Bushsparrow, looking over to her son for his response.

Mushroomshard
Hawkclan warrior - male - crush/ mate: open - apprentice: open - tags: Ashfall, Sealsmog, Sunstream

He listened to the Ashfall with a nod "yeah...I know, I think this gathering is coming way too soon after what happened...I personally think this could be skipped this time, but that's something that has to happen..." he meowed sighing "I just hope everything goes well there, no arguments or fights..." he meowed completely shutting down when the clan deputy showed up to speak to Ashfall.
He made a nod to the deputy, not really saying anything as it seemed like it was mostly to Ashfall, he was just a cat nearby "Fadingwind huh? yeah How do we get him away from the lovely medicine cat he is so close with" he meowed with a joke. He looked at Ashfall then toward the second cat approving them "Hello Sunstream, I don't mind you joining this if anyone else has not a problem with that?" he meowed flicking his tail.

Bushsparrow
Hawkclan warrior - male - crush/mate: open - apprentice: Bumblepaw - tags: Heathermoon, Fallowkit

He looked at his mother "good morning Heathermoon" he meowed to her, before turning to look at his younger sister. He smiled a little bit as she tried to hunt the dead mice, as a kit she did have her instincts right, but there was still plenty for her to learn to become a great hunter. He shook his head a little bit "It's fine, everyone is done that once...you're still a kit you will learn..." he meowed to her.
He flicked his ears a little bit when she asked him about joining his and Bumblepaw's training "eh..well..." he murmured trying to find the right words, not wanting to sound rude or anything "Sorry little one, you're way too young to join us at our training, we're doing it outside of the camp so...the forest is too dangerous for a small kit like you are still...but perhaps I or Bumblepaw can show you some moves later today?" he meowed with a smirk.

Sugarpaw
Hawkclan apprentice - female - crush/mate: Bumblepaw - mentor: Brackenclaw - tags: Clouddust

The young she-cat shook her head "Nah, I am fine...it was my mistake anyway...I didn't look where I was going" she meowed to the warrior which was the same age as she was or so she remembered. She flicked her tail as she looked to the few groups here and there "uh are you planning to join some of those patrols perhaps?" she asked curiously.

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adderpaw / marshclan / apprentice / m / tags: shadowpelt, deepwater

Adderpaw's mood deflated a bit at his mentor's statement. This wasn't exactly vital training, it was just a chore. He didn't really know what he expected for the morning. Something more exciting, maybe, to match the importance of the meeting of the clans that night. He hadn't been an apprentice for that long and had only been two moons old at the time of the fight with HawkClan. Memories he possessed of that day were vague. He barely understood what had really happened. It didn't matter. Adderpaw figured that the enemy clan had done something to deserve it. He wanted to hurry up and become a warrior, to hunt and fight for the betterment and protection of his clan.

Regardless of how happy Adderpaw was about it, chores were simply a part of living in the clan, so he didn't complain. The young cat couldn't help a trace of disappointment from remaining detectable in his words. "Okay, Shadowpelt, let's go," he mewed, moving to walk away from the elders' den but allowing Shadowpelt to lead the way. He directed an acknowledging nod towards Deepwater as a brief farewell.

[stormythecloud]

MARSHCLAN;


Leopardbreeze | She-Cat | Queen | 34 Moons | Mate: Falconwing | Tags: Rosedance, Lionfur, Gatorkit | Mentions: Creamflower, Kestrelkit

The she-cat did tend to calm down thankfully, grateful that she had since Rosedance had came inside the nursery. She was use to the tom coming and going when he could to enjoy time with the two oldest kits, they were going to be apprentices soon and though she was sad to see them leave she was happy for their next step. Though she was also going to miss her short visits with Rosedance, the two weren't exactly friends but they got to know one another fairly well during the last several moons especially after Tigerhaze had passed, she knew how the tom felt to loose a mate. "I'll let them know when they wake up that you stopped by," she told the deputy, nodding towards the two kits. "But yes something to eat would be wonderful," She purred softly.

Only then her attention did return to Lionfur for a moment then glanced down at her waking up kits. "They are now but I'm sure they are also waking up anyway due to being hungry." The queen tried to make them relax some to not let them feel too bad before noticing Gatorkit truly wake up. "Good morning," she greeted him as he noticed his eyes which only made her sad sometimes when she would be looking at him like now.

Darkpaw | Tom | Medicine Cat Apprentice | 13 Moons | Mentor: Blackfrost | Crush | Tags: | Mentions: Blackfrost

Darkpaw may had chosen to be a medicine cat apprentice once he had needed to be tended to after injuring himself as a kit but the longer he has been an apprentice, the more he has completely gotten to earn it. The tom truly understands most things nearly as soon as Blackfrost tells him, he has gotten a little ancy to become a full medicine cat but knows when Blackfrost is ready he would get his full medicine cat name when the time was right. He just feels like he has proven himself several times especially since he does go out sometimes alone to fetch things they are out of or that he can treat the clan nearly without any help. Hearing paw at the end of his name just made him a little upset due to some of the cats that are his age are now warriors and he knew things were different but the feelings were there regardless.

Darkpaw felt the sun starting to peak into their den, making him slightly groan at it before slowly opening up his eyes. "Fine," he sighs to himself before slowly stretching as he moved to get up. He was tired but he knew there were things to attend to, the battle was five moons ago but there were still cats he regularly liked to check in on whether affected personally by emotions, injuries or death. He felt bad for those that did unforunately loose close family to. He glanced towards Blackfoot's sleeping area, noticing they weren't up yet for once and slowly stretched a little more before cleaning off the moss to make himself look presentable before going into camp to see the others that were awake.

Aspenwind | Tom | Warrior | 32 Moon | Apprentice: | Crush: | Tags: n/a | Mentions: Reedwhistle, Rosedance

Aspenwind could tell that Reedwhistle like others in the clan were fairly on edge now, but his sister was the one he seemed to be most careful about while talking. The last thing was that he wanted the two of them to get in arguments or anything all over a sour mood as a result of everyone not getting good sleep since the battle. For him it was anytime they were about to have a gathering, he just wouldn't sleep easy the night before and after the event even though they are suppose to be at peace.

"More like you're up early," He joked as his sister and nudged her once while she was cleaning her paws, gently as he could. The two were some oft he largest cats in the clan, it was easy at times to accidently nudge somebody too hard whether being playful or not and them to stumble. "But yeah I just.. couldn't sleep, I guess a little anxious. More than usual," he slowly admitted to his sister quietly.


HAWKCLAN;


Irispaw | She-cat | Apprentice | 8 Moons | Mentor: Fadingwind | Crush: Pebblepaw | Tags: Pebblepaw | Mentions: Fadingwind, Antgleam

Irispaw wasn't the earliest awake or last one to usually wake up but after yesterdays training and then evening patrol, she was a little warn out than she expected to be. It was just a busy day yesterday it was probably due to the fact that they were having the gathering today and didn't want to over train today if she was lucky enough to be among the chosen cats to go to the gathering. She hoped so, she hadn't gotten to go to one yet as she was apprenticed right after the one nearly two moons ago. Though she showed signs of good improvement since starting her warrior training she tended to go to the medicine den quite a lot but it may of also been because her mentor did the same though she didn't quite understand all the reasons as to why. She herself was going there since she was interested in the medicine side of things but it was always nice to enjoy Pebblepaw too, he was her closest friend of course she enjoyed talking to him. She knew the rules of being a medicine cat, she hated them as she found it cruel a little.

When she finally did awake, she stretched contently before quickly cleaning off her coat to look presentable. As she had cleaned she caught the scent of Pebblepaw from outside, was the tom looking for her perhaps? She was surprised she wasn't woken up by her friend playfully, or even her mentor Fadingwind for that matter as this was later than usual for her to now being woken up. She quickly finished enough so the moss was no longer sticking to her and that her fur looked neat, not because of Pebblepaw but also she wanted to look nice for just herself. That wasn't wrong right?

When exiting the apprentice den, she did indeed see Pebblepaw - she assumed he was waiting on her perhaps? She didn't see Fadingwind or Antgleam yet but that meant they were probably together which was why Pebblepaw came to get her. Now the question was to disturb her friend in his grooming of his coat or to be playful as they always had been since she was big enough in the nursery to do just that. Of course she didn't see why it couldn't hurt, so she did leap once she got her form right. Though she made sure not to hurt him or catch him too off guard, she ending up only pouncing onto his tail that was on the ground as he was grooming.

Brackenclaw | Tom | Warrior | 32 Moons | Apprentice: Sugarpaw | Crush: | Tags: Sealsmog | Mentions: Sugarpaw, Clouddust

Brackenclaw wasn't the nicest tom in the clan but he was at least a very good warrior in his opinion but he was sure the deputy thought the same of him. He was once the apprentice of the deputy Sealsong, many moons ago when she was a young warrior and he was only an apprentice. Though many moons have now passed she and him were still on good terms and friends even, one of few that he could handle as his main focus was always to be a potential leader someday and when she did become deputy - he felt even closer to the fact that he could be able to be one in this lifetime. He had always dreamed of becoming a leader, he made sure to focus on that compared to anything else, he pushed out feelings for a she-cat before so he wouldn't get distracted in his trainings but even now he still aims to be the best and ignores those lingering feelings for her.

The tom was waiting on his apprentice in the camp clearing already, he wasn't too impressed that Sugarpaw had yet to make her way out as of yet. It seemed like a lot of them were lacking it, although his focus was mostly on just his own. He was determined to make sure to show that this former kittypet would become a good warrior for the clan and showed a lot of loyalty to the clan. The day Sugarpaw had entered camp from being found, he remembered how she was from being lost - she seemed to him that she didn't have much fight in her but she proved him wrong. Sometimes he still does often wonder on why Wolfstar did make him take her on as his own apprentice, he often got frustrated too as Sugarpaw was nearly the same age as some of the youngest warriors and her training was moving at a good pace but he felt like she should be farther now.

It was having to wait that did tend to annoy the tom, glancing around the camp he did notice Sealsmog though which calmed him down as he made his way over to the deputy. It was of course then he saw his apprentice with the new warrior Clouddust, shaking his head some as he saw them run into each other. This was the reason why he often wondered how he got this clumsy apprentice. He ignored the pair for now as he resumed to go towards Sealsmog, seeing the she-cat now speaking to Mushroomshard which as he approached he heard the two talking about hunting patrol arrangements. "Is there anything you would like myself and Sugarpaw to do this morning, Sealsmog? And good morning," he asked the deputy, making sure to greet her properly. At times it was easy to forget and at others it wasn't.

[FerretMonarch]

Shadowpelt•Tom•Warrior•16 moons•He/him•Crush:open•Location:Marshclan Elder den•Tags: Deepwater, Adderpaw, open

"I'm glad we take care of you, but it's also our duty to ensure you aren't lonely and we haven't been doing a good job of that and I'm sorry that we haven't." Shadowpelt said with his head tilted towards the ground and his ears drooped.

It upset that he had allowed someone to feel lonely and, in his mind, abandoned by their own clanmates. Shadowpelt tried not to beat himself up over it, but he couldn't help it. He pushed the negative thoughts back; it wasn't the right time for that. Instead Shadowpelt glanced at Adderpaw sensing his suddenly dampered mood.

'Geez Adderpaw what do you have against changing bedding?' He thought though he knew the real reason the younger cat was disappointed.

"We'll be back before you can shake your tail!" Shadowpelt told Deepwater with a smile.

Shadowpelt led Adderpaw out of the elder den and a bit out of every other cat's earshot before turning to Adderpaw.

"Why are you so dejected Adderpaw? Do you not like touching bedding?" He asked hoping that it was just that and not what Shadowpelt thought.


Lionfur•Molly•Queen•13 moons•They/them•Crush:open•Location: Marshclan nursery•Tags: Leopardbreeze, open

"Sorry I tend to forget that I don't need to speak loudly expesially when there are small things still resting." Lionfur apologized.

Lionfur was curious as to how old they were, but didn't know of it was considered rude or if the pther she-cat would be upset.

They gave a small smile towards the kits before attaking an out of place fur that was tickling their ears while wondering if they had been too harsh on the tom. After all he did have duties to attend to and they weren't sure what had happened during the attack just that it had happened.

Lionfur wanted to ask, but it wasn't the right time, so thry settled for an apolgetic look instead.



Clouddust•Intersex•Warrior•13 moons•He/they•Crush:open•Location: Hawkclan Warrior den• Tags: sugarpaw, sealsmog, open

Clouddust gazed at the she-cat with an shy look "I'm planning to ask and hopfully Sealsmog will say I can, but I'm not sure what she'll say maybe she'll laugh." Clouddust said mumbling the last bit.

He wasn't a very confident cat, but he made up for it in eager to please attitude even if they were a bit of a pushover.

"Shall we make our way over there?" They asked Sugarpaw.

'She's so much better ar training than I was why wasn't she promoted to warrior before me?' He thought to themself.

[rosebug]

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𝓒𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓵𝔂 | 22 moons | Molly | Mood: Bored | Tags: Open
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Covelily let out a sigh as she left the warrior's den. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to go to the gathering. She never wanted to talk to others there, yet she was still always curious of the other warriors. She watched her clanmates idly, waiting to see what patrols were being set up.

[selasphorys]

𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗚𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗠
“as you orbit, gravity throws me to the ground.”
(hawkclan med. cat) (he/him) (37 mns) (demirom/pan) (apprentice: pebblepaw) (crush: fadingwind?) (x)
(location: hawkclan medicine den) (tags: fadingwind, pebblepaw) (mentions: irispaw, hunting patrol cats, tigerheart, blackfrost, darkpaw)

Antgleam no longer dreamed. Each night passed in a black-and-gray haze, a somber slumber with nothing to remember it by. The emptiness appeared in stark contrast to the illusions of his youth. He used to leap through vivid dream-jungles on some long-lost quest, waking to pursue new adventures in the morning light. But now, the medicine cat viewed this dreamless sleep as a blessing from StarClan. For moons after he turned away from his warrior path, nightmares would haunt the brief moments he could close his eyes: the scent of rosemary and lavender clinging to his fur, stinging his nostrils, choking, twisting, pervading every second of his desperate sleep. His paws were soaked with the stuff, a procession of posies dripping from his claws as kit-shaped shadows fell beneath his feet. Only in recent moons had he experienced this gentle nothingness. Perhaps it was a gift of solace, perhaps it would help the new medicine cat learn to distinguish nightmare from omen. Regardless, he was thankful.

Antgleam awoke from that quiet rest as usual. He gave his black coat a quick groom, checking on Pebblepaw in the nest near his. The young tom seemed to be curled up feigning sleep. Such tricks wouldn't fool him, even if he indulged them. He had been an apprentice once too. An amused half-smile crossing his face, Antgleam rose to his paws and began sorting through their herb stores. At least this pause gave him time to think about how he would train his apprentice today. With the tensions so high between clans, Antgleam had hoped they could gather more supplies for wound-healing. Cobwebs, oak leaves, woodsorrel. Maybe some comfrey root if they could carry it all. He would ask the young tom which herbs needed restocking today. Pebblepaw was nearly old enough to be a sensible, full-grown cat now, had he been a warrior. Antgleam hoped to prepare more opportunities for him to take the lead in their work, building in him a sense of responsibility fitting for a full medicine cat.

With a bundle of stinking ragwort in his jaws, Antgleam's senses were too clouded to notice his closest friend approach. But the sound of his meow told him everything he needed to know. Warmth diffused through his chest as he dropped his herbs and turned to see Fadingwind enter the den. The den was in a bit of disarray from all his organizing, but his warrior friend seemed to have made it through just fine. "Fadingwind! Good morning," Antgleam mewed, keeping his voice low to not wake his supposedly sleeping apprentice. "No, I haven't seen Irisp—" Before he could finish his sentence, Pebblepaw rocketed out of his nest like a startled squirrel, chattering just as fast as one. Antgleam stood in shock for a moment, before sighing and letting out a mrrow of laughter. Tilting his head to meet Fadingwind's blue gaze, he looked to his friend as if to share in this tiny joy.

Their apprentices were a fascinating, close-knit pair. Antgleam had worried over young Iriskit resenting Pebblepaw after he took the spot of medicine cat apprentice before she could. In truth, Antgleam had been desperately lonely then, five moons ago. He still wasn't used to his warrior friends leaving him behind as they went out on their patrols. The loneliness of camp never cut so deeply as it had when his mentor Brushpoppy joined StarClan. Pebblepaw brought so much promise and hope then. His knack for herbs reassured Antgleam that he'd pass on his mentor's knowledge to someone who would remember it. When the border attack happened so soon after, he had been beyond grateful for little Pebblepaw's help. Antgleam needed him. Thankfully, rather than envy him, Irispaw seemed to adore him. Though her many infiltrations of the medicine den had been annoying at times, she and her mentor had offered helpful paws. He wanted nothing more than for them all to continue their happy friendship. The only thing that bothered him was the younger apprentice's kit-like influence on Pebblepaw. The 11-moon-old tom shouldn't be bounding away to play like he had just now. But with the apprentice gone, Antgleam and Fadingwind were presented with a unique opportunity.

Antgleam couldn't remember the last time he had been alone with Fadingwind. He suddenly didn't know what to say. "Oh— yes, they're very nice," Antgleam responded. Not that "nice" was a word most would use to describe the prickly Blackfrost and cool Darkpaw, but Antgleam always sported a sunnier outlook. The MarshClan medicine cats were a crucial resource when he doubted his skills. "I see them every half-moon, so I'm not particularly eager for tonight's gathering..." He trailed off, captured by darker thoughts as he reflected on the losses of both clans five moons ago. One of his clanmates told him about how Tigerheart had gloated over the three apprentices' deaths. Just the thought sickened him to his very core, and yet— he couldn't help but think back on when Antgleam had slashed Tigerpaw in the very same way, many moons ago. What cruel cycles of vengeance had he started with his own claws?

Realizing he had paused a little too long for comfort, Antgleam wrenched himself away from the lingering shadows in his thoughts. He had to close the distance between the two of them, at least physically. Padding past him to the entrance of the den, Antgleam brushed against his friend's fluffy flank like they used to when they were warriors. He lifted his tail to try and rest a gentle tailtip on Fadingwind's back. "Now come on, we've got two apprentices to catch!" He grinned at his best friend, his golden eyes glimmering with new light. His ears swiveled to catch distant voices from the clearing. "And I think I hear cats meowing your name outside. If you're on a patrol, you'd better take Irispaw before she grows roots in here."

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗣𝗔𝗪
“i was little, i was weak, and perfectly naive. and i grew up too quick.”
(hawkclan app.) (he/him) (11 mns) (heterorom/ace) (mentor: sealsmog) (crush: open) (x)
(location: hawkclan camp, near apprentice den) (tags: sealsmog) (mentions: pebblepaw, bumblepaw, lynxpaw)

Wortpaw was a cat encased in stone. No, not metaphorically. Heavy layers of gravel lined his pelt, while his paws sunk deeper and deeper into hardening blocks of clay. Amidst it all, pale eyes darted frantically from within a marble face. Just out of reach, one pawstep away, were the crying silhouettes of his clanmates. Torn fur flew, terrified cats yowled. But Wortpaw. couldn't. move. The young tom desperately flailed his rocky limbs, never budging even a mouse-tail. With one last frenzied kick, he woke up.

His hind legs battered empty air as Wortpaw came to his senses. Another nightmare. Heart still hammering, he slipped out of the apprentices' den into the cool of the night. The thick-furred apprentice had made his nest near the entrance of the den. His long hair kept him warm while he shielded the others from the drafts. Should anything happen, he would be the first line of defense. And if he had a nightmare like this one, he could get out without stepping on any tails. Taking long, slow breaths, Wortpaw found peace in the dove-gray light before dawn. Though they had a warrior on night watch, the apprentice took it upon himself to stand guard by the apprentices' den. His horrible dream had left him shaken. If he had some purpose in these useless paws, he would hold strong here.

To his surprise, Wortpaw's eyes opened with a start as he heard a loud voice nearby. Awakened by the chattering of Bumblepaw and Lynxpaw, the apprentice found himself blinking at the morning sun. He had fallen asleep on watch--- while sitting up straight, no less. Ear tips smoking beneath his ample fluff, Wortpaw took in the sights and sounds of the bustling camp. Over there was his friend Lynxpaw, bouncing like a rabbit as he jabbered at his mentor. And there was his brother, wide awake and grooming himself. Odd how Pebblepaw had been the sleepy one back when they were kits. Wortpaw missed those warmer days when they slept together with their mother. If he approached him now, no doubt Pebblepaw would tell him about the dangers of sleep-deprivation in his know-it-all medicine cat voice. Better to get a full night's rest than to stay up all night trying to be a hero. Deep down, Wortpaw knew it too. But he had too much to fight for.

Wortpaw turned away from the many conversations around him, going directly to his mentor. Sealsmog was surrounded by warriors as she assigned the morning's patrols. Wortpaw found a spot a few tail-lengths behind her, waiting dutifully for her to finish.

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𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟
“sing your hearts out, sing it loud! make me happy, make me proud.”
(marshclan warrior) (he/him) (15 mns) (bisexual) (crush: sunstream) (x)
(location: marshclan camp) (tags: minkstar) (mentions: mirestalk, yellowmoon, scryheart)

Sprawled across his nest and half of Mirestalk's, Heroncall slept in what appeared to be an exceedingly uncomfortable position. He lay on his back with his legs sticking out in odd angles. He twisted into this in his sleep, no matter how much he tried to stop it. Most of the other warriors probably didn't appreciate the tall tom taking so much space. Only his sister didn't mind. As he awoke to spots of sunlight dancing against his eyelids, he rolled to his feet and gave himself a mighty stretch. The arch of his spine touched the top of the den. Heroncall looked back at his sister, still sleeping. His whiskers twitched in amusement and sadness as he watched Mirestalk curl up tighter into herself. Somehow, even while asleep, she found a way to twist her tail into a knot. His bitter sister only had precious few moments of peace. Deciding to let her keep this little fragment of serenity, Heroncall left the den without waking her up. He did unwittingly trod on the tails of a few remaining warriors, though he would have apologized had he known.

Heroncall might not be the most perceptive warrior, but he could spot his old mentor's brown-and-white pelt anywhere. He bounded over to her, finding a place beside Scryheart and Yellowmoon. "Morning, Minkstar!" He called, dipping his head to his leader. Only, with his height and enthusiasm, he looked more like a heron shoving its face downward to snag a fish. At least the gesture conveyed respect, if not self-respect. "I'm up for anything!" Never mind that he hadn't heard what his leader had actually said. Probably something-something about a patrol or two. The young warrior really was up for anything.

𝗠𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞
“a wretched soul in a sea of trouble--- i'm all alone, i'm all alone.”
(marshclan warrior) (she/her) (15 mns) (pansexual) (crush: open) (x)
(location: marshclan warriors den, asleep) (tags: none) (mentions: silverfur, heroncall, rosedance, minkstar)

Mirestalk lay curled up with her fluffy tail over her nose, trying to catch a few more moments of rest before the day began. She had woken a while ago, sensing her former mentor begin her morning grooming session. Silverfur's presence brought the young warrior a strange sort of comfort. Her mentor had become almost a guardian figure for her as her mother gradually declined from illness. When Silverfur left the den for the morning patrols, Mirestalk felt the cold of her absence. At least her brother's warmth still remained. It was difficult to ignore, with two of his hind legs resting on top of her flank. But though this would annoy most cats, this just reminded Mirestalk about how inseparable they had always been. Their closeness was a bond that could never be broken, that would stand strong despite any changing tides. But Heroncall eventually awoke and left for Minkstar's patrols, leaving Mirestalk alone in her cooling nest. She shivered.

Mirestalk could faintly hear Minkstar's voice as she called for cats to join, as well as her brother's loud declaration that he would come. Mirestalk wouldn't. Not outright. She knew how much her brother admired his former mentor, but she spared no smiles for their relentless leader. Anyway, if Mirestalk was assigned to a patrol, she was sure a warrior would come get her later. If the clan so desperately needed her presence in the clearing, then Rosedance or--- StarClan forbid, Minkstar--- could come in and wake her up personally. Well, perhaps that was a bit much. Even Mirestalk shuddered at the thought of jolting awake to her leader's lovely face. But as the young warrior drifted into a shadowy slumber, that dreadful image quickly became a problem for another time.

[Queen of flames]

Rosedance
Marshclan deputy - male - crush/ mate - open - apprentice: open-tags: Lionfur, kits, open

He noticed the way the queen looked at him, not knowing what she thought, but he felt like she was not pleased with his response. He knew that he needed to be with his kits more, but as a deputy, he could not just leave his task undone either or leave all the responsibility to Minkstar. He looked at her before looking at the pile "I see" he meowed simply, his eyes turning to see his kits before he walked out to bring something out of the fresh-kill pile and took it back to the nursery.
He sat next to his kits, keeping his prey in his jaws, planning to do the trick just like his father did to him when he was a kit. He gets the prey close to the kit's nose, so it could touch them, knowing that the prey's smell could perhaps make them up. He noticed that Punkinkit did start moving a little bit and he saw how the sleepy she-kit sniffed the air for a moment before her eyes got wide open "morning..." he meowed with a smile as he turned to see Frogkit if the tom kit was going to awaken too.

Yellowoon
Marshclan warrior - female - crush/mate: Whiteflame - apprentice: open- tags: Minkstar, Scryheart

She eyed the flame point tom longer than she wanted to, sometimes she just can't stop staring at the handsome tom. Her eyes perked at the voice of Minkstar, who approved corner to her eyes, not really hearing what she asked, but she did hear the latest words she said about takers. She needed to think for a moment about what she asked, but as the young Scryheart walked to speak to the leader kind of responded to her question.
The black she-cat stood up and made her way to the dark brown patched leader and the young warrior "if there are still open spots I would love to join either of those patrols" she meowed giving a small greeting to Minkstar and smiling at the pretty young she-cat Scryheart.

Pumpkinkit
Marshclan kit - female - crush/mate: open - mentor: n/a - tags: father, Fogkit, open

She curled tighter into a ball, as she continued her sleeping, not knowing what was going on around her or what time it was. The upcoming smell of fresh prey covered her dreams, which made her unsure if she was awakened or not, feeling the touch on her nose she opened her eyes with a gasp "..." she faced the prey before noticing the cat holding it "...dad?" she meowed blinking her eyes as she yawned and got to her paws.

Deepwater
Marshclan elder - male - crush/mate: none - tags: Shadowpelt, Adderpaw

He looked at the young warrior with his apprentice, noticing the mood chance to the Adderpaw's face too, but that was nothing new about apprentices. He did know that apprentices wanted to learn new skills to become a great warrior someday, not to help to find moss in some elder's nest. He looked at Shadowpelt once more "thank you, oh don't hustle I don't mind waiting and you will find me here when you get back...it's not like I am going pretty far away anyway, maybe to the fresh-kill pile" he meowed gently as he wawed his tail to the leaving duo.

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Heathermoon
Hawkclan Queen - female - crush/mate: open - apprentice: n/a - tags: Fallowkit, Bushsparrow

She watched her kit with a smile as she greeted them, she was still young, but already acted like a fully matured cat. She sure pleased her, but saddened her as well, the kit could act like a kit, but what could she do when she was the only one at the nursery, the apprentices were too busy to play with her and she was not that young anymore. Her son Bushsparrow does visit the nursery and even play with Fallowkit, which is good, but he does have his responsibility to train an apprentice and it could be unfair to Bumblepaw if his mentor didn't give him attention. His other son Mushroomshard was not a bad boy, he just sometimes forgot that Fallowkit is a kit, He can't play with her the way he goes with bigger cats. Sometimes she is afraid that his son Mushroomshard may hurt her without realizing it himself.
She looked at Fallowkit when she got to the dead mice her son bought for her "that's not a tool Fallowkit, but maybe we could do some moss balls for you to play at?" she meowed to her unhearing what she asked for Bushsparrow, looking over to her son for his response.

Mushroomshard
Hawkclan warrior - male - crush/ mate: open - apprentice: open - tags: Ashfall, Sealsmog, Sunstream

He listened to the Ashfall with a nod "yeah...I know, I think this gathering is coming way too soon after what happened...I personally think this could be skipped this time, but that's something that has to happen..." he meowed sighing "I just hope everything goes well there, no arguments or fights..." he meowed completely shutting down when the clan deputy showed up to speak to Ashfall.
He made a nod to the deputy, not really saying anything as it seemed like it was mostly to Ashfall, he was just a cat nearby "Fadingwind huh? yeah How do we get him away from the lovely medicine cat he is so close with" he meowed with a joke. He looked at Ashfall then toward the second cat approving them "Hello Sunstream, I don't mind you joining this if anyone else has not a problem with that?" he meowed flicking his tail.

Bushsparrow
Hawkclan warrior - male - crush/mate: open - apprentice: Bumblepaw - tags: Heathermoon, Fallowkit

He looked at his mother "good morning Heathermoon" he meowed to her, before turning to look at his younger sister. He smiled a little bit as she tried to hunt the dead mice, as a kit she did have her instincts right, but there was still plenty for her to learn to become a great hunter. He shook his head a little bit "It's fine, everyone is done that once...you're still a kit you will learn..." he meowed to her.
He flicked his ears a little bit when she asked him about joining his and Bumblepaw's training "eh..well..." he murmured trying to find the right words, not wanting to sound rude or anything "Sorry little one, you're way too young to join us at our training, we're doing it outside of the camp so...the forest is too dangerous for a small kit like you are still...but perhaps I or Bumblepaw can show you some moves later today?" he meowed with a smirk.

Sugarpaw
Hawkclan apprentice - female - crush/mate: Bumblepaw - mentor: Brackenclaw - tags: Clouddust

She looked at him with a curious look in her eyes "why would she laugh at you? I think she could be pleased if cats come to her to join a patrol than for her to call the cats one after another to join some" she meowed to him. She nodded to him when he mentioned that they could go where the group was "yeah, I need to get there anyway, I mean my mentor is there" she meowed as she looked over Brackenclaw there.