<.:Flameclan & Mistclan:.> V.2 - Semi-lit

[lunar-lynx]

{{Around what time in the day is it now Dark? & When do you want them to leave for the half-moon thing we talked about?(:}}

[darĸнowl]

(( late afternoon. we can make them leave soon {just remembered this should be about the med cats.. and I kept on thinking it was both CLANS... lol} That good for you?? Lightheart isn't doing anything ))

[Ditzy Doo]

(Anything for me to reply to>)

[lunar-lynx]

(( late afternoon. we can make them leave soon {just remembered this should be about the med cats.. and I kept on thinking it was both CLANS... lol} That good for you?? Lightheart isn't doing anything ))

{{Lol. Sounds good to me ^^ I'll start typing up a reply in a moment(: Sorry I like poofed x3 My Mom randomly needed me.}}

[lunar-lynx]

{{Jeez, it's 1AM o.O Sorry this reply is really late compared to when I said I'd reply. I got distracted by my mother, Tumblr, a nose bleed, a boy in my room, etc.. Seeing as it's 1AM.. My tiredness might make this not as awesome as we'd like it to be ^^

Oh, and I finished Hawkfeather & Minnowsong's histories yesterday}}

♦ FlameClan • Medicine Cat • Looks • Male • 28 Moons • Apprentice: Tidalpaw ♦

Hawkfeather took the last bite of his mouse and swallowed it, wiping his muzzle with his pink tongue. He then rose to his feet and brushed away the remains of his meal. The tom glanced up at the late afternoon sun, noting it's position in the sky. I'll need to be going soon. He padded in the direction of his den. After pushing through the entrance, Hawkfeather trotted into the supply to retrieve the travelling herbs he'd need for the trip to the Moon{Stone/Pool?} and quickly ate them, grimacing slightly at the taste. He grumbled to himself as he turned back into the Medicine Den clearing. "You'd think I'd be used to that by now."

[darĸнowl]

.: L I G H T H E A R T :.

-MISTCLAN-

♒ { Concentrating, Thoughtful } ♒

"Though heavily we bled
Still on we crawl
Try to catch a cannonball.
And a slowly burning tide (oh)
Through my veins is flowing.
From my shipwreck I heard her call
And she sang

When you're tired of aiming your arrows,
Still you never hit the mark
And even if your aims are shadows
Still we're never gonna part

Come on baby don't let it break your heart"

Lightheart yawned. She'd been lounging for a while now, finally finding some relaxation time after many days. She looked up at the sky and noticed it had an orange tint. The white she-cat blinked, shocked at how quickly time had past today. Then she remembered today was half-moon. She had to meet with the Flameclan medicine cat at the Moonpool at Moonhigh, and she could not afford to be late. She stood at once, pelt already groomed, and raced over to Cloverstar. "I'm just reminding you that I need to visit the Moonpool tonight. I might be back around the morning and the latest would be afternoon." She dipped her head respectfully and smiled, then said goodbye to Moonshade, gave her apprentice some last tips before she left, and was off. The young medicine cat tore through the fern entrance, and trotted into the lush forest, knowing this trail so well, she could follow it with her eyes closed.
Her delicate, white paws hardly made a sound on the forest floor and after a while, she started to scent the more unfamiliar, intimidating smells outside Mistclan territory. She sniffed, feeling a sneeze forming and continued on right along the border walking proud and mysteriously, but sort of looked happy and had a slight skip to her strides. She could see the entrance to the cave now. Lightheart wondered why she hadn't passed Hawkfeather yet; they usually did right by the edge of the forest but he wasn't here yet/ Maybe he forgot like I almost had...

[lunar-lynx]

♦ FlameClan • Medicine Cat • Looks • Male • 28 Moons • Apprentice: Tidalpaw ♦

The FlameClan Medicine Cat trotted out of his den and across the camp clearing, not bothering to tell anyone he was going. They aren't mouse-brains. They know it's half-moon. He pushed through the entrance into the forest, his fur brushing lightly against the ferns. His paws paws padded lightly against the forest floor as he began to make his way through the trees towards the edge of the territory. Hawkfeather picked up his speed gradually and he was soon running along the twisting path. He didn't slow when he reached the border, just continued running through the undergrowth. Dull thudding sounds could be heard when his feet his the earth between each stride. It wasn't until he picked up Lightheart's scent and saw the mouth of cave that the tom began to slow his pace, falling into an easy trot. Hawkfeather soon spotted the MistClan she-cat walking just up ahead and a small smile appeared on the tom's muzzle - something that didn't happen so often for the somewhat-grumpy and pessimistic Medicine Cat. He shook his head slightly and assumed his normal expression once again as he headed in Lightheart's direction. He gave a soft meow of welcome as he trotted up to her side. "Good evening Lightheart. How is everything is the Clan? No sickness, I hope?" Hawkfeather glanced at her once before resting his gaze on the path ahead of them.

[darĸнowl]

.: L I G H T H E A R T :.

-MISTCLAN-

♒ { Calm, A little excited } ♒

"Though heavily we bled
Still on we crawl
Try to catch a cannonball.
And a slowly burning tide (oh)
Through my veins is flowing.
From my shipwreck I heard her call
And she sang

When you're tired of aiming your arrows,
Still you never hit the mark
And even if your aims are shadows
Still we're never gonna part

Come on baby don't let it break your heart"

The young medicine cat paused her walking. The entrance to the Moonpool's cave was right ahead and she pricked her ears with interest as she turned to face the Flameclan medicine cat. As different as the two clans were, she'd always thought Hawkfeather was one of the few cats there she'd always trusted. "Hello, Hawkfeather," she purred. She smiled at the tom beside her. "Everything is well in Mistclan. Thank Starclan. How's Flameclan doing?" she asked gently, happy he wasn't his usual grumpy, hardened self everyone knew him of. For some reason, she only witnessed him like that at gatherings or meetings when he's with other cats. With her, nothing. As she finished her question, she started off again, slowly; making her way to the rocky cave. The pretty, white she-cat's tail was high and she walked with graceful, confident steps.

[ephemeral.light]

(Oh noes! Screw homework... >:3 if you can't do it, burn it. Unless it's on a laptop, or vital for half of your grade or something. In that case, only partly burn it for effect. I'mm gonna shut up now.)
(Well done Fay!)

Fawndapple
MistClan

The dark tabby warrior carefully laid the squirrel on the ground a few tail-lengths from the fallen tree, then turned and kicked dirt over it until the creature was mostly buried. She glanced up at the sky and purred happily as the bright blue met her amber gaze, pleased that it wasn't going to rain anytime soon. The clan was always a bit... Quiet, when it was raining. Fawndapple preferred things to be loud, active and exciting- still slightly like an apprentice in that way. Whiskers twitching, she quickly scented the air and frowned as she noted Eveningsky was still quite near... What if her kill had scared off prey he was about to catch or something? She looked at her paws, sighing. Oops.
The she-cat carefully clambered up onto the fallen tree, claws sliding easing into the damp and rotten bark. As she reached the top, she sat and wrapped her tail over her paws, scenting for any other prey. The view from the tree had always been one of her favourites, and Fawndapple allowed herself a moment to just sit and feel the wind ruffling her fur; an almost black outline against the bright clear sky.

[ Eveningsky ]

-- mistclan | warrior | hunting --

Eveningsky remained still behind the tree, twitching his ears with concentrations as he heard Fawndapple clamber onto the fallen tree. She must have noticed you, he thought to himself. She's just being nice and all when she didn't confront you right there about whether you were following him. Self confidence was such a problem for the brown tabby - he always felt that everything he did was out of place or incorrect. He always felt that whatever he did was "disturbing the peace" and ruining the flow of the Clan.

He took a moment then peered around the trunk again. The she-cat sat atop the tree, the breeze ruffling through her fur. He gazed at her for a moment, then his eyes widened. She was so pretty. How had he not noticed that before? The tom turned around then, embarrassed by his thoughts, and scented the air once more. Perhaps he could attempt a third try. If this one went badly, then he may as well give up and push the hunting patrols off until another time.

[skeletor]

((Sorry that I haven't been on ^^; My Brother's birthday was absolutely hectic x'D))

●\\g α ℓ є p α w//● αppяєηtιcє σƒ ƒℓαmєCℓαη.
|9 mσσηȿ σƒ ℓιvιηg.| cяuȿh- ησηє.| mєηtσr- mιяєȿtяιdє.|

-{It don't m a t t e r where I'm g o i n g or what I d o;
I'll always come b a c k, I'll always come b a c k to y o u.
And I've got this f u n n y feeling,
That I'll be seeing you s o o n.
I always come h o m e, I always come home to y o u.} -

The young, tabby-striped tom couldn't help the grin that lit up his face, as he swiftly clambered to his slightly large paws. Despite having only just woken up, he felt a small rush of energy. There was no better way to use all of that said energy up, than to run around with Pearlpaw on a little Ashclaw chase. At least he felt as though he was making use of himself that way, presides talking with the younger apprentice was fun. "Yep, of we go!" He declared, his large paws carrying him swiftly from the entrance of the apprentice's den. He glanced over his shoulder to check if Pearlpaw was following, and then allowed a listless smile. "Who should we ask first?"


●\\ȿ q u α ℓ ℓ p α w //● αppяєηtιcє σƒ MιȿtCℓαη.
|8 mσσηȿ σƒ ℓιvιηg.| cяuȿh- ησηє.| mєηtσr- mσσηȿhαdє.|

-{E v e r y t h i n g I do is bittersweet.
You could tell me secrets, that I'd probably repeat.
I'm not trying to h u r t you,
I just l o v e to speak.
It feels like we're p u l l i n g teeth;
So b i t t e r s w e e t.} -

The young tom's blinked his large, hazel eyes against the growing excitement that threatened to leak from them. Sure, he was completely thrilled at the thought of training, but he didn't want to act like a kit about it. Pity that he wasn't as good at hiding his emotions, as his talented mentor was. His hooked claws eagerly kneaded at the earth beneath his paws; though he himself seemed unaware of it. "Hunting? Cool!" Squallpaw allowed himself a childish grin, before regaining control over his expression. "I mean, it sounds good to me."
Though, he soon wrinkled up his nose at the mention of grooming. "But Moonshade, apprentice's as good as me don't have time to groom." He mumbled, something that resembled a pout passing over his face.

((Oh, and a quote fer' Camo :') ))

●\\m ι я є ȿ t я ι d є//● wαяяισя σƒ ƒℓαmєCℓαη
|26 mσσηȿ σƒ ℓιvιηg.| cяuȿh- ησηє.| αppяєηtιcє- gαℓєpαw.|

-{I never walked so f a r,on a lonely street;
With no one there for m e.
It took to l o n g to see, her in misery,
And now it's c l e a r to me,
That i t ' s worth the pain, always take the blame,
for all your own i n s i c u r i t i e s .
How did I e v e r let you go?} -

One set of blank, lime green eyes blinked softly against the merciless rays of the sun, which shined down at them with no remorse. The owner of these said eyes appeared to be fidgeting his gaze about, as if attempting to find an easier way of looking at the leader, without having to face the wrath of day’s light. Though, he wasn’t going to complain, as his large ears did cast a pleasant shadow over his face, shielding him from the worst of it. His pelt, on the other hand, was thin and provided little coverage from the sun; which wasn’t exactly a bad thing, since he was much cooler than a cat with thick fur would be. He blinked once as Lightningstar spoke, and then allowed himself to nod once. “I’m also perfectly fine, though I can’t help but agree that the light is… distracting” The scarred young tom replied, a flicker of what may have been a smile passing over his long maw. He noticed Lightningstar’s yawn found himself struggling to keep his jaw clamped shut; so not to allow himself to yawn as well. “I hope you don’t mind if I grab something to eat? I was thinking of giving Galepaw some battle training later on, so I’ll probably need all my energy.”