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[Poppycorn222]

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This is a 1x1 between myself and greyrs
please don't post here unless you are one of us

Pineclan resides in the middle of a dense, pine filled forest that's surrounded by
mountains on almost all four sides. When a prophecy predicting disaster in multiple
forms appears from Starclan, their words send the young medicine cat of the clan reeling,
six cats must go on a long journey through the mountains to figure out what the
prophecy means, and to find a cure. . and possible a new place to live in
order to save their clan.

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"And in the end. . . all I learned
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Swankit Swanpaw Swanstep

19 Moons

She-cat

Bisexual

White w/ amber eyes

Medicine cat



Swanstep is a very timid she-cat, she tends to keep to herself, especially since she lost her mentor, Briskwish, only a moon or so ago. She has a good heart, she's sweet and kind, but all of that hides behind her heavy anxieties and fears. Swansong is also quite intelligent, but when it comes to trying to remember things in a pinch she often forgets because she gets so flustered and anxious. She tries her best to do her job and keep her clan safe and healthy, but there are times she fumbles and makes mistakes. She has a strong connection with Starclan and this often frightens her greatly as signs come very quickly and disorient her.



Crush/Open

Mate/Open

Apprentice/Open



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was how to be strong, alone."
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"Everything is going to be okay in the end
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Fleecekit Fleecepaw Fleecefur

28 Moons

Tom

Bisexual

Grey & white w/ pale blue eyes

Warrior



Fleecefur is a quiet tom with a more laid back personality. He's more of the good idea type of guy than the go getter type. He prefers to be on the sidelines, helping in the background with out getting much recognition. When he is given a congratulations or some type of thank for the things he does he get's super flustered, and his fur fluffs up super cutely and he kinda stands there looking at his paws as if they're the only interesting thing around.



Sheeptoe {Mother~Grey she-cat w/ amber eyes}
Horsestep {Father~Brown & white tom w/ amber eyes}
Lambpaw {Sister~White & brown w/ amber eyes}



Crush/Open

Mate/Open

Apprentice/Open



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if it's not okay,it's not the end"~Unknown
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"Just because
my path is different
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Hollykit Hollypaw Hollytouch

38 Moons

Tom

Bisexual

Black w/ a bit of orange on his muzzle & yellow eyes

Warrior



Hollytouch is a lone-wolf. He likes to do things on his own,with the exception of doing things with his siblings.The black tom enjoys training,and practicing fighting moves,unlike his sister Moonsong. He feels he doesn't need a mate to keep him in line,and to keep him happy. He says he's happy now,but his sisters don't believe him. Hollytouch speaks his mind,even when it isn't his turn to speak. He does what he believes is right,even though most the time he is wrong.

WIP



Ratjump {Mother~Mottled brown she-cat w/ green eyes}
Birdsight {Father~Black & white tom w/ amber eyes}
Moonsong {Sister~Black and white w/ green eyes}
Rainsong {Sister~Black and white w/ blue eyes}



Crush/Open

Mate/Open

Appretice/None



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doesn't mean
I'm lost"~Unknown
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[greyrs]

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name: whitefern
rank: warrior
age: 25 moons
gender: female
sexuality: bisexual
personality +: energetic, cheerful, quick
personality -: persistent to a fault, overly trusting
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name: fallowstone
rank: warrior
age: 28 moons
gender: female
sexuality: lesbian
personality +: calm, steady, decisive
personality -: blunt if she doesn't care
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name: nettletail
rank: warrior
age: 33 moons
gender: male
sexuality: bisexual
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((sorry i posted so late!! i was struggling to find bits of time to get on and work on this))

[Poppycorn222]

Swanstep
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- She-cat - 19 Moons - Medicine Cat -
- Crush:Open - Tags:Open -

Swanstep woke with a start, her eyes wide and her breathing heavy. She blinked her amber eyes, feeling tears fall down her soft cheeks. The white she-cat shook her head, forcing herself to take a deep breath and try and recall what her dream had been about. Nothing made sense, all she could remember was her former mentor, Applefeather, standing in a flurry of a snow storm. He had said something, but the roaring wind had been too loud for Swanstep to hear, and it had been too dark for her to properly read his lips. It had lasted for a long time, the dream, with her trying to walk forward, to meet her mentor and ask him what he was visiting her for, why he had left her so soon with such a large responsibility on her shoulders. . . But she hadn't been able to move, and the longer and more she tried, the worse the storm got, and it had all ended with thunder rumbling somewhere in the distance, somewhere she couldn't see. . . but somewhere she felt like she needed to go. Swanstep didn't move, still hunched over in her nest, unable to start the day. She was used to being hit with sudden visions, but nothing like this, and seeing Applefeather hadn't helped. . . The young molly put her head in her paws and let out a sob, her body shaking as she tried to come to grips with what she was meant to be doing. She knew she needed to wait for another sign, or go discuss her dream with Pineclan's leader, Mossystar, but there was nothing more she wanted to do than cry at this moment in time.


Fleecefur
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- Tom - 28 Moons - Warrior -
- Crush:Open - Tags:Open -

Fleecefur yawned as he awoke, shaking out his white and grey fur, the tom cat carefully stepped over the rest of his sleeping clanmates and out of the warriors den. A chill hung in the early morning air, and he was happy to finally have some comforting weather. Leaf-fall was just beginning, which meant cooler weather and a chance to hunt without getting tired out from the heat. He had been assigned the dawn patrol, hence why he was up so early. With a second yawn, Fleecefur glanced around, heading towards the entrance of camp to wait for his other clanmates who were assigned to the patrol to join him.


Hollytouch
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- Tom - 36 Moons - Warrior -
- Crush:Open - Tags:Open -

Hollytouch sat at the entrance of Pineclan's camp, he had been set on guard duty the night before, not that he minded. The black tom stared straight forward, his back straight and his ears perked. Nothing could break his concentration on making sure that the clan and the camp they resided in stayed safe from whatever might be lurking in their territory, if there was anything at all. Rogues and loners knew to stay away from Pineclan territory, but things like foxes didn't, and Hollytouch wasn't about to let one of those creatures near them.

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☼ Whitefern - 25 moons - bi
Whitefern opened her eyes. Pale sunlight filtered into the warriors' den, and she furrowed her brow. There was something she was supposed to remember. The thought floated right out of reach, the haziness of sleep still clouding her mind. After a few seconds which felt like a dreamlike eternity, she caught the thought like a bird from the air. 'Fox-dung, I'm going to be late!' she thought, shooting straight up onto her paws. The light colored she-cat scrambled out of the warriors' den and raced across camp, skidding to a halt at Fleecefur's paws, nearly bumping into him.

"Hi, Fleecefur! Hi, Hollytouch! Am I late? Who else is supposed to be here again?" Whitefern mewed, her wide-eyed gaze flickering back and forth between the two toms, who looked significantly less energetic. She was oblivious to the potentially annoying effect of her barrage of questions. She had been assigned the dawn patrol, apparently along with Fleecefur and maybe someone else, though she did not remember who. Whitefern had been a warrior for several moons but still kept her apprentice-like energy.

☾ Fallowstone - 28 moons - lesbian
Ever the early riser, Fallowstone woke in the early hours of the morning. She yawned softly and shook her head a bit to clear the residual sleepiness. The she-cat padded out of the warriors' den into the clearing. The sun was just barely beginning to peek over the horizon, brightening the sky to a pale indigo. One of the clan's queens, Rainsong, had kitted recently. While Fallowstone wasn't particularly the motherly type, she figured it was a good idea that they had someone to check on them. She was usually the first awake of the warriors in the clan, though she noticed Fleecefur had been absent from the warriors' den when she woke up that morning. The she-cat gently padded into the nursery.

"Good morning, Rainsong," Fallowstone mewed softly, careful not to wake the other sleeping queens and kits.

"Hello, Fallowstone," Rainsong mewed back quietly, then glanced down at her sleeping kits. "Actually, Fallowstone, I'm glad you're here. One of my kits has been coughing a bit. It might just be a cold, but just in case, can you run out and see if Swanstep has anything to help? If she's awake, of course."

"Yes, of course," Fallowstone responded, turning to exit the nursery. "Do you need anything else?" she added. Rainsong shook her head no, giving Fallowstone a grateful look and then lowering her head to lick her kit's head gently.

The tabby she-cat dutifully padded across camp. "Swanstep? Are you awake?" she mewed, poking her head into the medicine den. She immediately noticed Swanstep's distressed state. Fallowstone gently approached the medicine cat's side. "Are you okay?" she asked a bit awkwardly in a soft mew. Swanstep was young. Her mentor had been taken from the clan far too soon and, while Swanstep was old enough and skilled enough to be a more than adequate healer for the clan, it was still probably a lot for the young cat. Everyone missed Applefeather, including Fallowstone. Swanstep probably missed him most of all. Fallowstone kept her thoughts to herself, gently pressing her nose to the younger she-cat's cheek in an attempt to comfort her. In emotional situations, Fallowstone wasn't very good at knowing what to say, but she hoped that she could make Swanstep at least feel like she wasn't alone with whatever she was upset about.

☆ Nettletail - 33 moons - bi
A satisfying yawn gripped Nettletail as he stretched in his nest. Whitefern's scrabbling had awoken him and he opened his eyes just in time to get a flash of her lightly striped tail dashing out of the den. Thankfully, he was assigned to patrol later in the day. The tom wasn't upset that he had woken up a bit early, though, as it gave him a chance to enjoy the early morning sun and the slowness of the clan as they started their day. He padded out into the camp clearing and found several of his clanmates already awake. Slowly, he made his way over to where Hollytouch sat keeping his guard up. "Morning, Hollytouch," he mewed amiably. "Keeping us safe?"

Nettletail knew that the black tom might respond unfavorably to his attempts at friendly conversation. He was probably tired from staying awake during the night. Even when Hollytouch wasn't sleep-deprived, he tended to stay by himself rather than with his clanmates. This caused them to naturally drift towards each other and away from Hollytouch. Nettletail, however, always tried to be friendly with everyone. It wasn't a chore to him. Friendliness came naturally to the tom and he held a certain respect for Hollytouch's independence and confidence.

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Swanstep
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- She-cat - 19 Moons - Medicine Cat -
- Crush:Open - Tags:Open -

Swanstep didn't move from her curled up position as she heard paw-steps near her den, not even glancing up as Fallowstone walked in. When the other she-cat spoke, Swanstep looked up, immediately bringing her paw up and wiping away the tears from her eyes. She cleared her throat, offering Fallowstone a timid, half smile. "I'm just fine, thank you for asking," she stood up, her ears still pinned against the back of her head, and the fur on the nape of her neck still standing up. "What can I do for you, Fallowstone? You're not getting sick are you?"

Worry shone in her amber eyes as she quickly moved to the back of her den, pawing through her herb store and pulling out a few different things. "I know Gingerfoot has a cough, but I was hoping it was just because of his asthma, and that he refuses to leave the warriors den and do the exercises Applefeather told him to do, I've tried treating him with tansy and coltsfoot but none of it's working. . . " She trailed off, shutting her eyes tightly for a brief moment. Her inability to get Gingerfoot's cough under control was worrying her, and if Fallowstone had started coughing. . .that only meant something was probably going to spread through camp.

Rationally, Swanstep knew she was overreacting, with leaf-fall beginning her clan mates were bound to catch a cold here and there as the weather changed, Applefeather made sure that she knew that so she wouldn't freak out about a cough every single time, but she just couldn't help it. The dream she had still weighed on her mind, the rumbling thunder and Applefeather trying to tell her something she couldn't hear, and the need to understand what he was trying to communicate weighed heavily on her small shoulders. With a shake of her head, Swanstep pulled herself out of her thoughts, pushing a few tansy leaves and a bit of coltsfoot to Fallowstone. As soon as she pushed the herbs towards the warrior, she realized that she didn't even know if Fallowstone was actually sick, or if she had come in for another reason. Swanstep had been so focused on her own issues and anxieties that she hadn't bothered to even let Fallowstone speak before she jumped in and assumed what was going on.

I - I'm so sorry I haven't even let you speak! Uhm. . ." She trailed off again, avoiding eye contact with the pretty she-cat in front of her, unsure of what to say. Keeping her mouth shut, Swanstep stared at her paws, not wanting to say something that might make the situation worse, or make Fallowstone she was even less qualified to do the job of a medicine cat alone.


Fleecefur
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- Tom - 28 Moons - Warrior -
- Crush:Open - Tags:Open -

Fleecefur stumbled back as Whitefern crashed into him, letting out a mrrow of amusement. He shook his pelt out, giving her a warm smile. "You're not late, we're still waiting on Puddlefrost, and I'm assuming her apprentice, she's probably trying to wake up Galepaw now so we have a few minutes." He assured, sitting down and glancing towards the apprentices den. From the camp entrance, he couldn't tell if Puddlefrost was actually in there or not, but he hadn't seen the blue-grey warrior in the warriors den when he left, so he guessed she had to be trying to wake her lazy apprentice.

His gaze settled on Whitefern, a kind expression on his face. "I hope you slept well, I'm glad to have you on the patrol this morning," he said with a purr, rubbing his paw over his whiskers. He had always been fond of Whitefern, even when they were apprentices. Despite how energetic the other warrior was, and has always been, they got along well and Fleecefur appreciated having her as a friend. His ears perked as he heard Puddlefrost's voice, an irritated tone to it. "Galepaw, I swear to Starclan I'm going to have you taking care of the elders for moons at this rate! Do you have bees in your brain? You're apart of this clan, so start acting like it."

Fleecefur looked over, seeing the blue-gray she-cat walking towards them with her fluffy, grey apprentice reluctantly trailing a few paw-steps behind her. "Maybe you should quit being so strict and over-dramatic!" Galepaw snapped back, causing Fleecefur's whiskers to twitch in amusement. He looked back over at Whitefern, forcing back a chuckle. "Well, this is going to be a fun patrol, don't you think?" He asked quietly as Puddlefrost and Galepaw finally got to the entrance of camp. "Sorry we weren't here sooner, Galepaw's decided he'd rather be like a kittypet and sleep all day instead of working to take care of his clan." Puddlefrost gave an exasperated sigh, glancing at Galepaw as if daring him to speak, to which he did. "Whatever, Puddlefrost, you're just being a foxheart. Maybe go moon over Mossystar like you always do instead of being a jerk to me." The apprentice huffed, and the look on Puddlefrost's face was one Fleecefur could only describe as absolute fury.

"Ok, ok, let's just get this patrol started so we can all come back and get something in our bellies." He quickly mewed, flicking his tail and walking out of camp, ignoring the bickering between the mentor and apprentice following behind him. He instead focused his attention on Whitefern and heading towards the west border of the clans territory. "I wonder if Mossystar has thought of reassigning Galepaw to a different mentor. . . they've been at each others throats since day one." He pondered aloud, not exactly expecting an answer from the she-cat walking next to him.


Hollytouch
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- Tom - 36 Moons - Warrior -
- Crush:Open - Tags:Open -

Hollytouch sighed as Fleecefur approached, knowing that Whitefern and Puddlefrost would be following any moment. He had taken the night guard duty in order to avoid speaking to his clan-mates, purposefully wanting to keep to himself. He nodded his head to Whitefern as she greeted him, after she practically ran into Fleecefur because of how fast she was going. "Hey. ." He spoke quietly, adjusting his position so he wasn't as close to the two cats who were waiting for the third member of their patrol to arrive.

When Nettletail spoke, the black tom turned his head to face him, an unreadable expression on his face. "I suppose so, there's not much to keep away right now," he flicked his ear, looking back out of the camps entrance. "I haven't scented the foxes that Brindlepool reported a few days ago, so I'm thinking they moved on to somewhere else." He mewed, curling his tail over his paws. Hollytouch knew that now that the camp was waking up, he was relieved of his duty as guard, but that didn't give him any motivation to actually move from his post.

"I assume you're not on any of the dawn patrols, why are you awake right now?" Hollytouch asked, though his tone indicated he didn't seem to actually really care what Nettletail's answer would be. He knew that his clan-mates didn't quite like him, and while he didn't care, he knew he needed to try and make small talk with some of the more bearable members of the clan, and Nettletail just happened to be one of those cats.

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☾ Fallowstone - 28 moons - lesbian
"Well, actually, it's one of Rainsong's kits. Um, has a cough," Fallowstone mewed after a pause. She could clearly see that Swanstep was still extremely upset, and something told her that the young medicine cat knew she wasn't fooling anyone.

"You're a good medicine cat. Sometimes cats are just sick." The words tumbled out of Fallowstone's mouth on their own in another attempt to make Swanstep feel better. Her voice was a bit awkward and she hoped Swanstep couldn't tell. "Um.. thank you for the herbs." She gave the smaller she-cat an absentminded lick on the head and began to pick up the offered tansy and coltsfoot, but stopped. "Do you want to come with me? Just to check on the kits and make sure the rest of them are okay?" Fallowstone asked. This wasn't a lie, but privately she hoped that getting out of the medicine den and into the crisp morning air would help Swanstep get out of her head.

☼ Whitefern - 25 moons - bi
It took real effort for Whitefern to stifle her laugh at Puddleheart and Galepaw's antics. The apprentice wasn't wrong. Everyone knew Puddlefrost had a crush on their leader Mossystar. Subtlety wasn't exactly her strong suit. Whitefern could relate to her on that one, for the most part. Honesty was always the best policy to her. Though, she did understand the necessity for discretion when the clan leader is involved.

As Fleecefur turned and padded out of camp, Whitefern trotted beside him to keep up with him. "I wonder if Mossystar has thought of reassigning Galepaw to a different mentor... they've been at each other's throats since day one." she heard the tom muse quietly.

"It keeps them energized! Gives Galepaw a reason to stay awake," Whitefern piped up. "Plus, I think that it's good for them to be near a cat who's different from them. I think they'll eventually learn to get along. I didn't always agree with my mentor!" She looked fondly back on her own apprenticeship. It seemed so long ago that she slept in the apprentices' den, following her mentor's instructions. Her own mentor Smokefur could be a bit thorny in his disposition, though Whitefern definitely grew to think of him as like a father. He hid his soft spot for the bright young cat well, but she could tell when he wasn't really mad at her. Whitefern seemed to have that effect on cats.

A chill gust of wind blew over their group, having penetrated the cover of pine trees overhead. "It's getting colder," Whitefern noted absently, raising her head slightly to take in the scents upwind. Crisp evergreen and hints of freshwater from the nearby lake and river. It would begin to freeze over later in leaf-fall. For now, the body of water was a good fishing spot to supplement the forest's bounty.

☆ Nettletail - 33 moons - bi
Nettletail sat down beside Hollytouch and began to groom his paws. "I'm sure you can guess who woke me up," he meowed with a chuckle and a flick of his tail in Whitefern's direction. "Anyway, I'm assigned to the evening patrol so it gives me more time in my day to be awake now."

Nettletail kept his attention mostly fixed on the black tom, but the patrol's conversation occasionally caught his attention and he couldn't help himself from letting out a soft laugh. Once Puddlefrost and Galepaw arrived, the patrol made their way out of the camp and the front of the camp was left in relative silence. Nettletail breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Finally, they're gone!" he exclaimed in a humorous tone, adding "I'm sure you're happy about that."

He knew that there was a chance Hollytouch would prefer he leave as well. Hollytouch hadn't said anything though, so Nettletail resolved to stay and try improve their friendship until he did. Even though they had trained together as apprentices, the two were never particularly close. This was solely because the then-Hollypaw was extremely focused on training and didn't really leave time for any friends. Nettletail remembered times when he would be sharing some fresh-kill with a couple of the other apprentices and looking across camp to see Hollypaw eating alone. Even then, he noticed that the black tom watched the camp like a hawk. Nettletail had an admiration for Hollytouch's dedication, exemplified by him keeping guard even when he didn't have to anymore. "Hey, what about you? Sun's up, aren't you off night guard duty now?" he asked lightheartedly, but he knew the answer.