☼ғʟᴀʀᴇᴄʟᴀɴ ➼ CLOSED ➼ sᴇᴍɪ-ʟɪᴛ

[::madlyhazel]

[Alright, thanks for the heads-up! I'm very excited to get this roleplay going. uwu]

[f e n n e c]

{{ Omg you haven't started yet ? That's awesome, I've been really really ill for the last couple of days and I was afraid I missed out on some RP's. I'm actually excited to start now. }}

[Paradise;]

when is this starting up?

[xayah]

{{Alright! Let's see here...
So it is early morning and everyone is just waking up. Cinderstar or Vertigofur will set up patrols soon once everyone wakes up. I'd like for everyone to PM me again if you'd like to be on the patrol during the blizzard and which half you'd like to be on. But that wont happen until a few posts in.
If you've got any questions or suggestions let me know ^^
Ugh I'm just not feeling the muse today ;n; I really want to get this stated so please bare with my horrible posts}}

Cɪɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀʀ /\ ᴛᴏᴍ / ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ / 56 / sɪɴɢʟᴇ / ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ; / ᴛᴀɢs; open /\
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--It seemed like moons since Cinderstar had gotten even a wink of sleep. He was always either uncomfortable or had too many thoughts on his mind. His eyes slid open slowly and he let a loud yawn escape his lips. As he walked out of his den he was surprised to see how early it was. The sun was barely lifting over the forest trees and little spots of pink light filtered through the heavy blanket of clouds. Clouds. There seemed to be a lot of clouds in the sky today, more than usual. There was something about them that set Cinderstar's fur on end. Little snow flurries and flakes drifted down and dappled his pelt, leaving him with a twitching nose. He picked his way through the snow covered ground until he came to the side of his den. There he swept away the snow to form a small pocket and tucked himself inside, awaiting the annual burst of life in the camp. His eyes drifted around and happened upon the fresh-kill pile, causing his stomach to growl. There were just a few mice from yesterdays catches now and they were kept safe in a small hollow in the earth. Cinderstar sat calmly and silently enjoying the chillingly quiet air.

Gɪɴɢᴇʀᴘᴇʟᴛ \/ sʜᴇ-ᴄᴀᴛ // ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ // 34 // sɪɴɢʟᴇ // ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ; dustpaw // ᴛᴀɢs; open \/
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--Two creamy legs stretched out in an attempt to relieve themselves of their aching stiffness. No luck. Gingerpelt sighed in with a bit of annoyance and sat herself up in her nest. Bits of dead leaves and dirt clung to her pelt as usual. She shook them free and gave her fur a quick grooming before she presented herself outside. The instant chill of ice struck her like a bear paw, practically sending her back in the den. She may have grown up in Flareclan but she didn't think she'd ever get used to the freezing weather. Not to mention it seemed exceptionally freezing today. Gingerpelt mustered up enough courage to step into the snow and face it's icy bite. Her legs were still stiff with sleep causing her to jump in an awkward fashion to the fresh-kill pile. Clearing away the already piling snow she picked up a skinny mouse in her jaws and bounded back to the den. Wait. She didn't want to seem selfish and lazy. The she-cat stopped herself before entering the den and sat down quickly, dropping the prey at her paws and digging in. No matter how fresh the prey here always seemed dull and frozen to the bone, giving it a sticky and weird taste. It always made her wonder if there were a world out there with no snow.

{{Owlpaw will wake up later ^^}}

[_caramel]

ᴅᴜsᴛᴘᴀᴡ
[[mood; sleepy]]
[[placement; apprentice den]]
[[tagged; none]]
[[text; thoughts]]

dustpaw's yellow eyes fluttered open as the soft rays of dawn-light graced his brown tabby pelt with a
peaceful sensation that warmed his bones. with a gentle heave of his hind paws, dustpaw
pushed himself to unsteady paws. he wobbled most ungracefully for a few seconds before
finding his balance and pushing his way through the tunnel into the open clearing of the
camp. a cold breeze gently ruffled his pelt as he made his way through the camp, until he
reached a boulder that jutted out of the ground, he had commonly considered this his spot.
he made quick work of climbing the bolder and when he reached the top, took a deep breathe
of the cool morning air that chilled his nose. only a slight trickle of sunlight had began to
flood the camp and the sky was a gorgeous shade of pink. dustpaw let out a gentle sigh,
he loved mornings, as he always had, making his presence in camp sooner than most.
'it sure is cold this morning' dustpaw thought.

[::madlyhazel]

|☲| M o s s p a w |☲|
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║9 moons || where; in camp || with; no one║
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Mosspaw currently lay curled up in the medicine cat den, her fluffy tail curled over her chilled paws, However, when she felt the small bits of sunlight slowly come through, her eyes sleepily blinked open. she gingerly raised her head, glancing around. A pile of tortoiseshell fur laid just a little ways away from her. Mosspaw slowly rose to her feet and gave a small stretch, her back arching into the ground. Her mouth opened in a large yawn, and she slowly padded out from the den. She gave a glance around, her eyes still half-lidded. It always took her a bit of time to wake up in the morning, and this dawn was no exception. She took note of the small bits of snow that fell from the sky, but she thought nothing of it. There was almost always snow, so why should this be any different? Moving a little ways from the medicine cat den, Mosspaw cleared out a small patch of grass for her to sit down in.

|♞| A d d e r f o o t |♞|
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║41 moons || where; in camp || with; no one║
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As soon as the lightest bit of sunlight crept through the opening to the warrior's den, Adderfoot's yellow eyes flipped open. He slowly raised his head, whiskers twitching as they adjusted themselves to the chill of the morning air. It took him a few moments to rise to his feet, using three legs more so than four. Ever since an incident with a snake when he was just beginning as a warrior, his back left paw had never quite been the same. Muscles had been torn severely in his struggle, and they never repaired properly. However, it obviously didn't cause him much problem, for he was soon moving out of the den. He gave a glance around, noticing which cats were currently awake. The fresh-kill pile seemed a bit low... Hopefully a hunting patrol would be out soon enough.

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║162 moons || where; in camp || with; no one║
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Sparrowheart had already been awake for quite some time, his aching joints having kept him awake through most of the night. He'd been trying to persevere through the pain, but today had taken a large toll. The cold only inflamed his joints further, and now it hurt to even roll over. I should probably head to Silkrot today, he mused, attempting to rise to his feet. He gave a low meow as he did so, his brow furrowing. This would not be much fun, heading off to the medicine cat den. He slowly stepped out into the camp, giving a glance around. It seemed life had begun to stir, and he could only hope that Silkrot was awake at this point in time.

[Paradise;]

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ｃｌａｎ; flareclan ⚔ ｒａｎｋ; warrior ⚔ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ; camp ⚔ ｃｒｕｓｈ; - ⚔ ｔａｇ; -
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][ he's open. is there any characters that are open? ][

[f e n n e c]

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C r o w S o n g ;;
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tom | 29 moons | awake | in camp | crush-less
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Crowsong shivered as soon as he opened his dreary eyes. His claws and body flexed as he yawned, making his bedding make a faint rustle. Getting up, Crowsong flicked the moss on his tail and started to head outside. Whenever he breathed out, a puff of steam came from his mouth, explaining just how cold it was. He hated snow, he stood out like a sore paw which refused to heal. He had a feeling he would be called for a patrol anytime soon so he made himself clear that he, Crowsong, was ready for anything. Crowsong made a circle in the snow where he could sit on the grass underneath it. He watched Flamefang make an entrance to the camp with fresh-kill 'Hey Flamefang, that prey for me?' Crowsong joked. His claws picked the grass beneath him, making a satisfying sound and it made his paws warm. His whiskers twitched as the wind blew through his ears, he had a bad feeling for some reason. It wasn't too much of a something, just a hunch.

[lil.bee]

s i l k r o t
♀ - 63moons - med. cat - app: mosspaw - tags; mosspaw, sparrowheart

Curled into a tight ball, she protected herself from the outside world. Though she had been born used to the cold and knew of all the beauty snow had to hold, some early mornings she would huddle within her own warmth and wonder what true, thick foliage was like. How an open, lush meadow smelled and a steady babbling brook sounded. She would most likely never know, and she was content with that, but sometimes one just clings on to that slice of the unknown.

Other than that, Silkrot just simply did not want to open her eyes and face the day. Sleep wasn't as kind as the smell of herbs, but lately she had been feeling a little put out; lethargic. But something about today said she was getting over it. The dilute tortoiseshell's green eyes opened, and stared into the distance of her thoughts, until finally she couldn't ignore her duties any longer. She stood, not noticing the absence of her hind leg, or the extra weight she distributed onto her other ligaments. She did notice the falling snow, however, as she scanned the stores of herbs. Like most days it was chill and white, but today it seemed a little colder than normal.

Sparrowheart..., she thought, feeling sympathetic as she felt numbness in her own joints. She knew the elder would be feeling pain, especially with the cold, so without a second thought she grabbed a few juniper berries and ragwort leaves. Leaving the medicine cat den, she hobbled towards Mosspaw and ordered her, "Mosspaw, eat some ragweed and a mouse and wake up!" Her tone was stern yet her words were light, as her eyes were smiling and her muffled meows were humorous. Then Silkrot made her way down through the snow and to the elders' and queens' den, waving her tail in a friendly but tired way as she approached Sparrowheart.

s t o n e p a w
♂ - 6½moons - app. - mentor: flamefang - tags; ---

Feeling a suffocating sensation the apprentice immediately woke disoriented and shocked, and a jagged breath streamed through his nostrils, though he was careful not to gasp. Always trying to contain his nightmares he didn't shout or moan, only made a sudden jerking movement of his back leg. Stonepaw was lying in what seemed like a comfortable position, curled in a ball with his head on his paws, his eyes seeing something no one else could see. His body language was calm and relaxed, but his wide eyes were true windows into his soul, exposing the fear that was given to him. And then the sadness.

Trying to snap out of it, he repeated in his head that it was just a dream. Just a dream, not the truth, though he knew which was the real lie. He turned over in his nest so his belly was exposed to the ceiling of the apprentices' den, and slowly his facial features changed so that he looked annoyed. Annoyed at himself he glared at the ceiling, telling himself that he was stupid for letting the nightmares get to him. Then he let out a quiet sigh and thought to himself sarcastically, Wonderful - another day. Stonepaw closed his eyes and let his breath smooth out for a few moments, and when he opened them again his expression changed once more. He looked calm, and relaxed, and pleasant; the mask had appeared. There was something too polite and unemotional about it, that was the only flaw, but only those with trained eyes would be able to tell.

Stonepaw, his mask secure, moved to a position that he could stand. He exited the apprentices' den and walked a little ways away before lying down again in the snow. He was at least truly thankful for the cold, as it helped soothe him in mornings like these, and he usually had these mornings. Though today seemed colder than most, and Stonepaw found himself trying to hide his shivering under his short black and white fur.

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vertigofur

"your spin me right 'round baby,
right round"
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I padded out of the warrior's den, yawning. I pricked my ears and spotted the leader,
Cinderstar. The leader looked exhausted. I cleared my throat, willing to set up a patrol.
With a click of my tail, I looked around. Crowsong, Tigerfur, Adderfoot, and Sparrowheart!
Are you guys up for a patrol? I asked, my eyes bright. It had been a while since
I went hunting with my patrol. I was eager to head out and hang out with my clanmates.

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