The Rotten clan (warriors zombie au) OPEN

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PINEMASK [warrior] [location: shardclan territory] [tags: ottertuft / mentions: blackthorn]
The warrior padded along the well-worn path back to the camp briskly, just as eager as his brother to return---though perhaps for different reasons---holding his head high, as usual. Pinemask found great pride in taking the dawn patrol every morning, most especially since so many other cats complained about it. The common sleepiness that plagued the clan whenever dawn patrols were discussed only bolstered his belief that he, begrudgingly noble and self-sacrificing, was one of the few warriors who really knew what clan life was about: dedicating one's life and soul to the safety of the clan. He only wished he didn't have to report back to camp - most days, even though his tired bones longed for a nap, he still wished to venture further through the territory to hunt for the clan, or keep patrolling the borders, over and over. It didn't make sense that patrols would only be at specific, well-known times of day, did it? Other clans could surely make use of that. No, no, it would be better if some warriors took it upon themselves to keep constant guard - it usually WAS better, as Pinemask made a habit of venturing out on his own to complete these other necessary patrols.

But today, he had his little kid brother with him. Ottertuft was good company, he admitted begrudgingly. The lithe tom was an intelligent, reasonable young warrior who didn't have a brain completely full of fluffy down, unlike some of the other clan cats. He thought for himself, and oftentime did agree with what Pinemask believed, and that was rare and welcome. Granted, this all meant that it'd take FOREVER to convince Ottertuft to go hunting or keep patrolling.

The warrior chuckled as his brother's stomach growled. Ottertuft was always so intelligent, but when it came to food-! He, evidently, still wasn't grown up.

"You could eat just about anything," he observed flatly, though his whiskers twitched in affection. Perhaps he was going too hard on the young warrior - his brother still had some time to learn, after all. "We'll get you something to eat. Then we're going hunting," he decided. Pinemask would find a way to convince the deputy - Ottertuft's training still wasn't complete, and Starclan knows only Pinemask could do it properly and make sure his brother's head was screwed on right.

They'd come upon the camp now, and Pinemask stepped aside to let his brother go through the entrance first.

[Keesa]

Birchflame - Warrior - Location: Camp - tags: Dapplepaw, Minkheart, Stagseeker, Stormpaw, Cloudpaw, Fleetpaw

“Ah, oh course!” She meowed, giving Minkheart a grateful look and feeling a little silly about her earlier concern. By now the clans traditions had become second nature to her but most of the medicine cat’s stuff was still a bit fuzzy. Sure Loonstone had explained it all to her after Fernstone gave her her warriors name but it had all seemed so strange and mystic. She nodded back at Dapplepaw as she passed them on his way back to the medicine cat den. Then chuckled as Stormpaw came barging over, then ran after her sibling. Well, Dapplepaw might not get much rest now but Birchflame was glad to see the siblings together nonetheless.
Her ear flicked as she heard Stagseeker say her name. “I sure can!” She meowed enthusiastically. As Minkheart and Fleetpaw had already gathered she stood and gestured towards the camp entrance. “Meet you two over by the entrance, I’ll be back with Cloudpaw in two shakes of a squirrels tail!” And with that she was bounding over towards the apprentice den searching for the bright gold and white fur of her apprentice. As she neared the den she poked her head in, “HELLO!” She chirped, “Cloudpaw! We’re off on a hunting patrol, you better hurry before Fleetpaw catches as the prey!”

[Queen of flames]

Crescentfrost - female - warrior - crush/mate: open - apprentice: open - tags: Honeycloud

The black she-cat sat there and watched the lively camp, she took a few licks to her front paws before turning to see the cat approving her to the side "Oh good morning Honeycloud" she meowed to the she-cat flicking her ears a bit as she listened to the rest the queen was telling her to "Yes they indeed too...it's a good though to see how they grown and what kind of cats they will become at..." she meowed with a little sight. Eelpaw had a little bit of a fatherless life, even if his father was alive, they were not like father and son could be, she hoped that his father's behavior in his past could not bring anything to him. She shook her head a bit "Anyway, how are you Honeycloud, is everything going good with you and the kits?" she asked her.

Eelpaw - male -apprentice - crush: Dapplepaw - mentor: Blackthorn - tags: Blackthorn

He looked around the camp the patrols were already long left it seemed as if the camp was mostly empty, with only a few cats on it. He thought for a moment that his mentor Blackthorn did leave with the patrol as he was not there to be seen as he came out of the apprentice's den. He felt a little disappointed in himself to miss a morning patrol and that his mentor didn't come to wake him up. Shaking his head he looked over to the camp entrance as he noticed the familiar figure of Blackthorn walking back to camp alone. Flicking his tail a bit he walked to the larger tom "Mornings Blackthorn, we're you with the patrol? You could've waked me up..." he meowed with a little sight "or maybe I could've been earlier up...anyway, do you have any plans for me today?" he kept asking the warrior.

[Cryptweasel]

Fernstar glanced at his deputy, the fur along his spine settling slightly. Boulderheart's humor was appreciated, even if it wasnt in the best timing. It at least shook a little of the nerves away. He breathed a light sigh and stared at his paws, tail tip twitching as he thought. For all the clans to receive the same warning meant that this was something that would effect each of them, and not something that should be taken lightly. He raised his head, meeting Loonstone's eye. "Thank you for telling me. For now, we should keep this between us. I do not want panic, and we have very little information on what this means right now." He then looked to his deputy, his expression serious. "For now, we will keep our patrols as they normally are. If there are any strange things scented or found, I want to know about it immediately," he meowed.


Stagseeker's ears perked as the dawn patrol returned, nodding in satisfaction. "Alright. Birchflame, Minkheart, Fleetpaw, cloudypaw, and..." His gaze fell on Blackthorn, who was dropping his catch on the pile. If he knew Blackthorn, he wasnt done for the day yet and would be itching to go back out. "Blackthorn! Would you like to join the hunting patrol? You can bring Eelpaw," He called, standing up and waving his tail in greeting.

Cloudypaw shot out of his nest at his mentor's call, the fuzzy young apprentice bursting from the apprentice's den in a shower of soft sand. He seemed like he had already been awake for a while, but had neglected his morning grooming. The small tom purred and twined around Birchflame's front legs, his tail in the air. "Hi! Are we going hunting?" he mewed, his green eyes bright. His apprentice ceremony had only been a few days ago, and the ginger and white cat was bursting with energy.

Minkheart largely ignored her apprentice's rambling, only grunting and crunching off the wing of the dove and pushing it twords him. "eat fast," she warned, finishing her meal and quickly digging a small hole to bury the prey bones in. After a quick few swipes of a delicate paw around her whiskers to free them of any scraps she shook out her pelt and looked to Birchflame. As the first cat mentioned, it was assumed she would be leading the patrol. "Any plans on where to hunt? We haven't gone down near the stream in a bit."

[Cryptweasel]

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