robinclan [warrior cat role-play] [new & accepting]

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After a bit more walking, the patrol pulled up to the edge of a shimmering, golden field. Ah, it really has been awhile, Foxflight thought fondly, casting her gaze out into the land ahead. Redpool spoke a few brisk words, then dismissed the patrol to simmer their separate ways. Much to everyone's delight she'd called for a bit of hunting; though, both of the apprentices dampened when they were instructed to stick by a warrior. "It's merely a precaution," she assured the two youths before disappearing into the wheat, expecting the apprentices that wanted to join her to follow behind. She passed thinly by Wolfstrike, a long furred warrior with a similar disposition as herself. "After you," he said kindly, excusing himself out of the way with a polite smile. Foxflight nodded in appreciation, wishing him luck for the hunt ahead.

The crisp grass felt sharp against her soft paw pads. She fleeted silently through the field, her loyal legs landing obediently wherever she willed them. A large, smooth rock awaited a few yards ahead, it was the perfect spot to survey the area. Foxflight raced towards the border, diligent wind assisting her forward. Her small paws landed soundlessly on the sun-warmed surface. The smooth stone was a welcome change to the dry weeds that stabbed with each step she took, no matter how light. A calm breeze teased her calico colored fur and tickled her nose. It swarming with the scents of a dozen different species - the sweet smell of feathers, the earthy smell of mice, the wholesome smell of a hare. Her eyelids sank closed as her brain processed the different strains, weaving through them and identifying each distinct perfume. The closest to her was a still rabbit, westward to the spot she was perched now. Foxflight inhaled excitedly once again. Oh, how she loved to hunt.

She leapt down from her roost, practically floating to the ground below. Her plan was to continue silently until the plump creature was in view, and she followed it without interruption. Foxflight's paws barely touched the ground for more than a second after each extended bound. Whenever she hunted, she felt light as a feather. In fact, the she-cat was almost certain she could take off with the wind. Not that she wanted to, of course. Hunting in the air would be quite the challenge. She chuckled to herself at the childish though, continuing to stalk quietly through the foliage.

Hello, little one, Foxflight thought finally when the large creature appeared in front of her. It's fur was fluffy and brown, peppered with streaks of dark grey. The rabbit stood alert, but was still unaware of her looming presence, and if all went well, it would stay that way until the second its life went dark. It'll be over quick, dear. With those few words, Foxflight bolted out of her hiding spot, only a streak of white, black and orange where she used to be.

The rabbits' body hung limply from her jaws before it had time to understand its ultimate demise. She set the broken frame down on the stone she'd come from, admiring her handiwork. "Thank you StarClan for this young life," she mewed out loud. The bush behind her jiggled, grabbing her attention. "Brackenpaw? Flintpaw? Is that you?" Foxflight asked. Perhaps one of the apprentices' had come to join her after all.

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flintpaw . the burning coals

↷ Flintpaw watched as the patrol thinned out into the field to hunt before he saw a familiar calico pelt vanish among the others in the golden sea. Diving his way into the silky grass, Flintpaw caught sight of Foxflight gliding through the field with elegant steps of her paws, and Flintpaw felt his ears perk up as he saw how silently she was moving through the tendrils. Shaking out his jet-black coat, he decided to try to mimic her graceful moves, but every once and a while stepped on a grass tendril that cracked beneath his paws. He gritted his teeth and stopped, hoping the older cat didn't hear, but Foxflight kept on going with a elegant walk, so Flintpaw relaxed and then continued his follow.

Not too long, Foxflight had turned and sharply dived out of the grass stalks, and when the bulky apprentice tasted the air, he reckoned she smelled the tang of rabbit on the air. He watched intently from the grass on how the calico she-cat stalked the prey, than pounced, and in a moment it was laying in a crumpled heap on the ground. He blinked as he watched her say her thanks to StarClan. Why did cats need to do that? Flintpaw thought of it as mouse-brain; and born in the ways of a rogue, he didn't learn the respect to have to his ancestors, but soon he would. He would soon, he knew.

He was broke out of his thoughts when he heard Foxflight call out his name. He saw the calico had turned back to the patch of grass he was hidden in, looking puzzled. Flintpaw frowned and decided it was best not to sneak off, since she might follow. He only poked his head out and meowed curtly, "I'm going to hunt by the edge of the field. I'll be back." And before she could reply, he turned and bolted from the field clearing, his black pelt vanishing within the gold.

When he was sometime away from where Foxflight was, he broke his run and took out a relaxing breath, glancing up at the beautiful scene of the field. He could hear the quarrling squawks of ground birds and the whistle of the wind as it brushed through the long grass, and with every step he took, he felt great. Flintpaw twitched his whiskers humbly as he heard chattering of shrews within the shrubs, and though he was tempted to catch one, he wanted to catch something else. A squirrel, that is. The squirrels around this area were very swift, and weirdly cunning, even for their small heads that contained a nut for a brain. It would show the warriors that he wasn't a kit!

Flintpaw stopped as he arrived at the end of the field. The grass had shortened and then rose up into skinny pine trees, the dry soil underpaw now turning to soft needles. A minty scent had rose into the air now, and Flintpaw gazed up at the dark forest that spread in front of him once the field had vanished. But still, he was hidden in the stalks and was still close by to the patrol. Tasting the air, he felt his heart quicken as he tasted the soft smell of squirrel in the fresh air, and when he walked forward, he detected the squirrel scent was coming from near the base of a pine. Swishing his tail in contempt, he prowled forward.

And the apprentice caught sight of a squirrel near the roots, nibbling quickly on a seed. His belly rumbled as the squirrel's scent clouded his nostrils, making his mouth water. He wouldn't let this prey escape. With a smirk, he started to prowl forward with light paw-steps, tail and back straightened and making sure the wind was down from his position. But even though of his coal-black pelt, the squirrel easily saw him and bolted to another tree nearby, eyes widened in fear.

Flintpaw's lips curled back to an angry snarl as he bolted forward and gave chase. His powerful paws thrummed onto the ground, and as he raced to bit the squirrel's furry tail, he suddenly felt himself lurch forward. He gave a short yelp as he had fell head-first into the entrance of an old badger den, long abandoned. He skidded forward inside until his head and shoulders were in, his bottom hanging out. The squirrel had vanished into the tree, and Flintpaw's breath caught in his throat as he could see nothing but dark, damp dirt walls around him.

So, the young cat panicked and clawed at the hard stone underpaw, trying to heave himself out. The entrance of the old badger den had closed around his shoulders and packed him in, and with he thought desperately, I'm stuck! But suddenly, he felt his body being removed from the whole and he was sent flying back, just in time as the ceiling of the old den collapsed, letting out a low rumble as the soil caved in. Once the rumbling stopped, Flintpaw panted and shook his pelt from flecks of soil grit. He stuck out his tongue and spat, as at-least a mouthful of earth had poured into his mouth when he was panicking.

[Tremayne]

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It could have been the other apprentices around him, or the slight rustle of a leaf outside that woke him. Brackenpaw was a very light sleeper, and did not sleep very well even on silent nights. He found himself waking up in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep. So this morning was no different than the rest: he was awake before most of the cats, and had already completed his daily chores when he was told that he would be going out on a patrol.

Now he found himself at somewhat of a roadblock. The patrol had gotten out to the field, with a fair warning from Foxflight to be vigilant and watch for the badger, in case he decided to return. Brackenpaw nodded in thanks towards the calico she-cat, appreciative of her concern for his health and safety. That is what warriors did, was look out for each other and their clan before all else, and that was one of the things he admired most in the cats of RobinClan. Foxflight was one of his favorite warriors, for she was the most loving and caring of them all. She was also a very reserved character at times, and he admired her for her passion and honor.

Brackenpaw listened intently to what Redpool ordered they do, and he watched as the cats began to disperse into pairs or by themselves to hunt for prey. Naturally, he went in the same direction Foxflight was going, choosing to pick her as his warrior to stick with. He did not pay attention to where Flintpaw went, although he should have as he was his denmate. However, Brackenpaw was already following Foxflight. Her lithe calico figure crouched down into a hunting position, and Brackenpaw's legs stopped in place. He did not want to ruin the she-cat's hunt by chasing away her prey, so he decided to hunt for himself.

The apprentice turned in the opposite direction, sniffing the air to try and pick out any prey in the vicinity. At first, he smelled nothing, which disappointed him. But then the wind changed, and a familiar scent tainted his nostrils. His white muzzle turned to fae the direction the scent had come from, which was towards where he had left Foxflight to her own devices. He crept forward, slowly, so as not to scare his prey or Foxflight's prey away. And then that's when he saw his quarry: a pair of two soft brown quails. One was more plump than the other, possibly holding what would one day become her young. However, that day would never come, seeing as Brackenfall was on top of the quail before it even had a chance to react. Her friend, however, scurried away into the grass, fleeing the danger that had come upon Brackenpaw's prey. "Thank you, StarClan," he said, looking up into the cloudless sky that hid his ancestors.

A voice interrupted his meager thoughts, and he looked in the direction of Foxflight. "Yes, Foxflight. It's Brackenpaw," he called back. He wrapped his mouth around his prey and made his way towards the warrior. He came upon her within moments, to find that she had successfully hunted a rabbit. Brackenpaw set his prey down in front of him and sat down. "I hope the other cats were also successful in their hunts. Prey has been very plentiful lately."

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Redpool watched silently as the patrol dispersed,the two apprentices following after Foxflight.The calico seemed capable with the two apprentices so the russet-furred didn't mind the two young cats padding after her.Redpool decided to head off to the opposite direction,keeping her senses alert.Her jaws parted as she took a deep whiff of the surrounding air,licking her lips as the scent of rabbit lingered in her mouth.She padded on,eyes scanning the undergrowth for the slight movement of brambles.She kept low,her paws creating soft and nimble steps across the field.

A slight rustle caught her attention and she whipped her head to catch a rabbit nibbling on some grass.She crept lower,stalking noiselessly towards the unsuspecting poor rabbit she would quickly take its life from.She tucked her hind legs,getting ready to pounce and sink her sharp teeth onto the juicy flesh.She leaned forward slightly,her nose clouded with the delicious scent of rabbit.

A muffled yelp from a distance away cause the rabbit to perk and bound away.The she-cat cursed and pushed her hind legs,propelling towards the rabbit.She was determined to catch rabbit first,investigate later.She sprinted after the rabbit,jaws snapping at its tail.She gave a last leap,paws outstretched and claws unsheathed.She gripped the soft sandy fur of the rabbit and slammed it to its side earning a horrified shriek from it.She bounded and bit it quickly,ending its life as swift and quick as possible.

The rabbit laid limp in her jaws as she carried it.Eyes narrowed when she thought of the yelp she heard.Would Foxflight or Wolfwatcher have heard it?The russet-furred cat debated whether or not to investigate.She hissed,burying her rabbit underneath soil to keep it from being stolen by scavengers.At times she didn't like the roles of a deputy,the burden of the clan dropped onto her shoulders.She caught sight of particular movement from her right and proceeded to trot over to the area,eyes narrowed as she padded forward.

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She was gifted the prefix Evening as a kit, in acknowledgement of the time she and her littermates were born. At her warrior ceremony she earned her warrior's suffix and was successfully renamed as Eveningfog, after her quiet, gentle personality that echoes the mystifying and mysterious intangible substance of nature.

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A slim, wiry she-cat who tends to move silently and gracefully. Short grey fur that starts off dark at the tip of her ears and across her back then gradually lightens at her belly. Golden honey colors her eyes, sparkling with kindness and a hint of mischief. Her tabby heritage is clearly seen through the bold stripes streaking across her coat, underlining and emphasising her lean figure.

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Not a youngster anymore, Eveningfog is armed with the knowledge and experience of a cat who lived for 32 moons.

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Some say a cat's name defines their entire existence - and that is only too true for Eveningfog. From the very moment she was brought to the world she was branded, given a purpose through the one and only thing she could identify herself with.
As if her name moulded and shaped her, Eveningfog is known to be a quiet she-cat that can travel silently and swiftly without alerting others of her presence. She is gentle and kind and though not particularly outspoken and vocal, the grey tabby will always be willing to lend an ear to hear out your problems. She tends to get nervous around larger groups and would often avoid conflicts and arguements with others.
She is a cat who can be easily swayed by others. She has her own opinions but her weak confidence makes it easy for others persistent and dominant enough to persuade her to change her opinions.
Her lean and wiry figure makes it difficult for her to stay in prolong physical fights thus Eveningfog is often tasked with missions that requires a silent mover.

[obeisant]

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Halfpaw
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The young cat's eyes followed the older one's as they looked down at his chest. She watched the bit of fur around the ugly scar as they moved, yet no fur moved at the scar. She was left with only her imagination about how he could have gotten it. Fortunately for Halfpaw imagination was enough. As soon as he began talking she looked back up at him, nodding when he told her what else they needed, "Let's get going then!" Without waiting for Spiderfur to go the ginger cat took off in the direction of the trees. She only stopped at the edge, awaiting the medicine cat to catch up. Running off after the recent badger attack might not be a good idea, despite the fact that it happened in the fields.

She followed him into the trees, searching along with him for the needed herbs. Occasionally she would veer off a bit, searching in some bush for something before finding nothing and returning to her place behind Spiderfur. She perked up immediately upon hearing him talk about an adventure and once again the broad smile appeared, "Really? Will you really take me on an adventure?" She asked. Without waiting for an answer she began frantically searching through whatever she could find, "We could do so much Spiderfur! We gotta hurry! Come on start looking! The faster we find all this the faster we can do something cool!" The apprentice pressured, diving this way and that yet only finding a bit of Celandine.

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[Cakewalk]

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ｔｒｕｓｔ ｍｅ． ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ｎｏ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｆｅａｒ．

Echopaw, stay with one of the warriors. This was her kind of cat. Often grumpy, uninterested in the goings on, and generally not great with other cats. She had never heard anything good about having his friendship. While he didn't intimidate her as he might have others, Echopaw had kept her distance because he seemed more intelligent than some of the others. He would be harder to manipulate, in that case. There was also the fact that she didn't know much about him and couldn't play on the things in his past, as she could with her fellow apprentices. Flintpaw was her favorite to converse with. His dark past and irritable nature made for a fun game. Mostly, the white she-cat kept away from the adults, knowing they thought her lesser than them. She was grouped with the other apprentices, who all seemed rather dense to her.

The white female looked around at her options on who she could stay with, going to follow the advice of the cat Rainstar had put in charge. Her eyes first moved to Whitetalon, whom she had been following closely this whole journey. He was already moving off, not a glance taken behind him. Clearly he did not want the company of the small apprentice. That was just fine with her. He probably wouldn't catch anything anyway, with his extreme arrogance and lack of self-discipline. Her blue-eyed gaze shifted to Adderfang and Buzzardfoot, the two nicest cats in the group, she supposed. And of course, they were chatting to one another. Definitely not going with them. Trying to keep up small talk would be exhausting and would most likely chase away any prey in the vicinity. She rolled her eyes and then settled them on Bearstrike.

Clearly, the older cat had not meant for Echopaw to stay with him, though he was indeed one of the warriors. Still, she didn't want to go gallivanting after him just to be scolded. It seemed no one wanted her, and so she'd be fine on her own. Glancing quickly around the grass that was nearly taller than her head, she picked a direction and set off in it, slinking through the green so hopefully Bearstrike wouldn't see her and call her out for going off on her own. She needed the practice away from the 'helpful' words of the others. Echpaw, jump higher. Echopaw, move faster. Echopaw, bite harder. She had heard all the complaints enough for one lifetime. No, she wasn't the most fit of the apprentices. No, she didn't have anyone to be proud of her. That was just fine. She did fine on her own.

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ｉ'ｌｌ ｆｉｎｄ ｍｙ ｏｗｎ ｂｒａｖａｄｏ．

She was right. It had been some time since the clan had hunted so close to the lake. The last time he had come here, the green monsters had been thriving, and the group had had to be extra cautious around the water. Those teeth could kill. A cat could disappear down the giant's throat before he or she could call out for help. Adderfang knew well enough of the stories. It was, in fact, how his mother had perished. Down the throat of a beast, never to be heard from again. It caused him a bit of panic to think he would be so close to them. One wrong step, and he'd take the same path as his mother. He pushed the worry away. It was not worth worrying about. It would happen or it wouldn't. He might not even see one of the creatures. Today could go off without a hitch.

Bet I can catch more than you! The words came as a surprise to him. Her eyes were bright, a smile plastered over her features. She was younger than him, a bit less experienced, but that might not matter. Her body was slender and more qualified for speed. Adderfang himself was a bit bulkier than the cats bred for the mountains, though he was lithe enough to get through the rocky terrain and thick brush. He had grown up with the unique obstacles and knew the land well. Things changed, of course. Trees fell, rocks crumbled, animals moved in and out and changed the environment, whether positively or negatively. Adderfang did his best to keep up, but it was hard if you weren't sent to an area for awhile.

He knew Buzzardfoot's vivacity for hunting and the excellence she held in the task. Adderfang was merely mediocre. This held true for most tasks he had completed. The orange cat never really excelled at what he was told to do, but he completed it without incident, and that was enough for the clan. In her life, she had probably brought home much more prey than he had, so the odds were in her favor. "You probably will," he commented respectfully, eyes moving from her to Bearstrike as he spoke up.

Adderfang was, unfortunately, well-acquainted with Spiderfur and his foul moods. The tom was often falling short and occasionally ended up hurting himself. Occasionally meaning far more often than the other warriors. If anything had come from it, it was his high tolerance for pain, but he couldn't actually remember life before gaining that trait. He was not normally a hard patient, either. Cuts and scrapes and once a broken bone, but he'd never accept the herbs for pain. It was not stubbornness. It was the fact that he felt fine without them and didn't want the side effects of a loopy mind or lethargy. He was still alive, so something must be working.

He didn't even think of taking Echopaw with him. He was the furthest thing from being in charge of her. While patient, he didn't understand the younger cat's wide-eyed gaze and twisted words. Something felt off about her, and he didn't want her company this morning. He moved left, wondering if Buzzardfoot would join him or if she'd also go off on her own. Whichever, he would do his best to catch what he could. Hopefully that would be something.

[Keriae]

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He seemed a bit dull, a bit bored with life and, while she would never say it out loud (or would she?) the ginger-furred tom seemed..... old. Like he'd given up on the vitality he had once held in his youth thought he was only twelve moons older than herself. StarClan forbid she become as tired and still as her denmate! Buzzardfoot herself was almost like a new apprentice again, bouncing on her toes at the prospect of a challenge with her tail raised high in the air like a flagpole. His attention was drawn away from herself for a few moments while Bearstrike spoke up. The other tom was the leader of the patrol and as such he could order them about. But with Adderfang's attention drawing back to herself, the tabby moved closer.

Her muzzle knocked against his shoulder and she almost jumped over him in her excitement. As long as she didn't stray too close to the water's edge she would be fine. Not that she minded: the young she-cat much preferred the musky and flavour-full taste of forest prey to the rich, strong taste of fish. Her claws sunk into the peaty ground as she dashed ahead a couple of paces before pausing to let Adderfang move ahead. She caught sight of the very tips of Echopaw's ears through the grass as she did so but merely assumed that the younger female was going to follow Whitetalon.

Speeding after Adderfang once more, she was soon trotting by his side, with her muzzle raised to the air as she drew scent closer. "Come on Adderfang, cheer up," she meowed, nudging his side with her narrow shoulder, "you're acting like an elder who's been sleeping in wet moss for the past half moon." She teased, ears pricking. But she did not wait for him to answer her, for scent now flooded her senses and she immediately dropped into a crouch. Her tail moved to be almost flat to the ground and her ears now flattened against her skull. Seconds later she clutched the limp form of a field mouse in her teeth.

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Though Foxflight was fond of almost every apprentice and warrior, the intelligent Brackenpaw held a special place in her overflowing heart. He catered so closely to his Father that sometimes the calico had a hard time believing he wasn't Hawkstone himself! The deceased warrior leaked without fail into every step Brackenpaw's travelled. His intelligent and mature proclivity was extremely admirable, especially for such a young cat. It even seemed he'd aged much faster than the devious Echopaw, haughty Flintpaw, or even the shy Seapaw. He held the nature of a warrior of thirty moons, despite only having lived for eleven.

Meanwhile, Flintpaw had skittered off elsewhere. "I'm going to hunt by the edge of the field. I'll be back," the black tom had called hastily, bolting off before Foxflight had time to adhere a warning or protest. She sighed. It'd be a miracle if he didn't wind up in some sort of trouble. Always trying to prove himself worthy, Foxflight thought, shaking her head gently in displeasure. "I suppose we should go after him, then," Foxflight called to Brackenpaw. "He surely won't be happy with us, though."

The young apprentice emerged from the luscious bush with a quail perched in his maw. "Oh, Brackenpaw," she exclaimed. "You've got a quail!" She hurried over to inspect the limp body of the ground bird. The kill was clean as usual, made from above. "I wouldn't expect any less from you," she purred, giving him a proud lick. "I hope the other cats were also successful in their hunts. Prey has been very plentiful lately," he said in reply. For a moment, Foxflight had forgotten about Flintpaw, dragging both of their kills into a small hole beneath the boulder. "Indeed. Quite plentiful, indeed," she said through clenched teeth, gripping the rabbit's soft fur. After the task was finished she lifted her head to the sitting Brackenpaw. "Alright. I'm sure we have time to go to the edge of the field and catch a mouse or two." She winked. "Oh, and also we need to go find that reckless black tom!" With a flick of her tail, she led Brackenpaw in the direction Flintpaw went, and they were off.

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"Here's a good spot," Foxflight whispered. This area was teeming with field mice scurrying up and down, collecting assorted grains and nuts. "Mother mice are usually much more alert," she explained quietly, pointing to a female rodent with a long, coiling tail. "You can tell by the way they smell and look - milky and plump. Sometimes you can even see where the pups have been nursing." Foxflight turned to see Brackenpaw listening intently, nodding his head slightly. "Even though they're slower and weaker, they'll put up a hell of a fight if you let them. Plus, they have children to tend to, so I leave them alone. Instead, go for one of the mindless workers." She moved her gaze to a fast mouse with a strand of wheat in its miniscule jaws. "But your aim need to be precise." Foxflight leapt out of the shadows, landing flawlessly with the panicked creature pinned under her paws. "See?" The dazzling she-cat broke its neck with a tiny crack after the little show.

Foxflight noticed regrettably that the sun was resting in the spot for approximately midday. She sighed apologetically."Sorry dear. You won't have time to try for yourself - it's almost noon. Let's go find Flintpaw."

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