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[Spirited.]

Accepted!

Just waiting on a couple of people who reserved cats to finish up their forms - we'll be starting once that's done (hopefully either tonight or tomorrow at some point). Thanks so much for joining!

[~Atlas~]

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It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
That I'm never changing who I am

Age: 32 moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender:Tom
Family: Mother-Icefrost (deceased), father-Raggedwood (deceased), Sister-Birdpaw (deceased)
Crush: Otterheart (later on)
A short description: A handsome, dark brown tabby tom with gleaming jade eyes
Positive Personality traits: Loyal, protective, loving, hard-working, and passionate
Negative personality traits: Vain, overconfident, flirty,lazy, short temper, proud, and occasionally self-centered
Likes: Fighting, flirting with she-cats, gazing at his appearance, being useful for his clan, exploring, relaxing
Fears: Never obtaining a mate, dogs, failing his clan, loosing his good looks

This tom is quite interesting. He has achieved the rank of the warrior, and is not afraid to boast about it. In fact, boasting about his looks and status is often what he talks about with the she-cats. he loves to flirt, and will do so by any means possible. Even though he is flirty, he has never found true love. Howlingwind also loves to fight, often trying to out-show other warriors. Although he is flirty and a fighter, he usually has a laid-back personality when it comes to everyday life. He goes with the flow, often carrying the instructions of his leader without question. He has a very nasty temper though. Instead of expressing it at once, he lets his petty annoyances build up, much like a time bomb. If he is irritated, one small thing can cause him to explode. Under all of his overconfidence and attitude, he really is a caring cat. He is fiercely protective of loved ones, and fears he will fail them. He is loyal to his clan and respects authority figures. This tom can be obnoxious, flirty, and irritating, but deep down he is caring, and a contributing member to the clan.


Howlingwind is undeniable handsome. He is large tabby tom, with a dark brown pelt. He has few scars, and is somewhat abashed by them, claiming they ruin his fur. He has jade green eyes, usually crinkled up in laughter. However, they can change in an instant from laughter to a snapping, angry rage. His ears and tail are tipped with black, while his underbelly is a creamy white. His fur is short and bristly, giving him a clean-cut appearance. His tail is long, which he considers one of his favorite qualities about himself. He enjoys using this to his advantage, in an effort to attract the she-cats. His biggest flaw in his appearance is his short whiskers. He considers them to be embarrassing.

I don’t ever want the sun to shine,
I don’t ever want to leave this one behind,
I don’t ever want the summer time to start,
Cos the shape of loves the only shape that fits my heart.

Howlingwind is a clanborn cat, and started his life in Rockclan's first home. His mother, Icefrost died giving birth. She was a fragile, weak she-cat, with a body totally unprepared for birth. Howlingwind had one sibling, a small she-cat named Birdkit. She inherited her mother's small build, sickliness, and lack of strength. Howlingwind was the complete opposite, a strong young tom, the spitting image of his father, Raggedwood. From birth, a kind she-cat named Breezefeather took him in, becoming his adoptive mother. his father was a distant tom, rarely stopping by the nursery. Howlingkit and Birdkit learned how to depend on each other. When Birdkit was ill or felt discouraged, Howlingkit would always be there to root for her. Likewise, when Howlingkit was angry or upset, Birdkit always provided a shoulder to lean on. Eventually, the pair became apprentices. Birdkit was initially going to be the medicine cat apprentice, but was forced into training as a warrior, because the position was already taken. Their father, Raggenwood, was assigned to mentor Birdpaw. Most apprentices would be excited and joyous that their own father was to mentor them. However, both Howlingpaw and Birdpaw were horrified. Raggedwood was very tough on his fragile daughter, sending her to the medicine den many times. Eventually, his patience with his weak daughter wavered. He began to beat her when she made mistakes- which was often. He forced her to tell nothing to Howlingpaw. However, Howlingpaw was quite intelligent and intuitive. He quickly grasped the concept that his own father was hurting his beloved sister on purpose. One day, while Raggedwood was about to beat her, Howlingpaw intervened. He attacked his own father, and nearly killed him. When the horrible truth was discovered the Raggedwood beat his own daughter, he was immediately exiled from camp. The sibling's lives began to improve, but not for long. When they were both 9 moons old, the clan had to evacuate the forest, due to twolegs. On the day they were to embark on their journey, they were intercepted by a pack of dogs. As best as he tried to protect his sister, she was mauled by the dogs. Howlingpaw was horrified and blamed himself entirely. He almost stayed behind in the forest, to die without his clan. However, he finally reasoned that Birdpaw would want him to live. he travelled to all of the clan's new territories, trying to be the cat he had been before. However, he became more aggressive and his temper became worse. Now, he strives to be the best warrior he can be, for his sister Birdpaw who was robbed of her own chance.


Shape of Love-Passenger
It's Time-Imagine Dragons

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Six moons have passed since RockClan arrived in the canyon. Though the prey is different and the rocky ground is hard on their paws, the cats of the Clan are slowly adjusting to their new setting - some with ease and others with some degree of difficulty. The day started off easily enough with several patrols sent out:

north border ≻ Serpentfang, Ivystorm, Emberpaw, Vividpaw
south border ≻ Cougarheart, Mistrunner, Littlestep, Ravenpaw
hunting ≻ Howlingwind, Larksong, Flintshard, Cedarpaw

Sparrowstar, the leader that led the Clan to its new home, decided on a whim that she would like to stretch her legs and join the south border patrol. Tragedy struck soon after when a rattlesnake bit the tortoiseshell. Far to the south of the camp, there was no chance of getting her to the medicine cat and the brave leader lost her last life to the fast-spreading poison.

The patrol has just returned to camp with Sparrowstar's limp body and everyone's shock is apparent. Doubt is clouding some of their minds, their new home no longer as safe as they believed it to be. It is the late evening and Beetlewatcher waits for the other two patrols to return before choosing a new deputy.

The previous camps were as follows (for reference, in case anyone wants it):
place ≻ reason for leaving ≻ time reference

forest ≻ Twoleg invasion ≻ departed 23 moons ago
island ≻ badger attack ≻ departed 20 moons ago
plains ≻ fire ≻ departed 12 moons ago
mountains ≻ terrible bout of greencough ≻ departed 7 moons ago

canyon ≻ arrived 6 moons ago

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The sun was beginning to set over the canyon, rays that washed the canyon with a red light visible just over the horizon. The walls of the canyon had been turned a bright colour and Beetlewatcher narrowed his eyes against the glare. He had just returned from a training session with his apprentice, Jaypaw, because the heat had been too much to bear after their little battle. The nights were cool here in the canyon, but the heat during the long greenleaf days got under his black fur and made him sweat so much that he had to return to the stream that ran past the camp at least a dozen times a day to avoid dehydration. Once the sun was below the horizon, the air would begin to cool and he would be able to sleep easier.

A sudden commotion turned Beetlewatcher's eyes from the sun and he directed them down below, where cats were beginning to return from patrols. The southern one had returned first, he saw, but the scent of fear that was on them told the deputy that something terrible had happened. Getting up from his perch by the warriors den, he descended the cliff side and bounded over to the fallen tree where the returning patrol had gathered. They were all standing over an object - no, a body - that was lying on the ground and Beetlewatcher had to push through the throng to get close enough to see.

It was Sparrowstar. Her normally sleek tortoiseshell pelt seemed dull in the fading light and her front right leg was swollen, a pus oozing from it. Leaning closer, the black tom sniffed at it and sprang away with a growl, the smell of infection pervading his senses. The leader's eyes were still open, their vibrant green now as dull as her fur and Beetlewatcher blinked, not quite processing what he was seeing. Beside her, one of the patrol cats had laid a rattlesnake and the deputy's eyes shifted back and forth between the reptile and the swollen leg, putting the two together.

This can't be happening, he thought, closing his yellow eyes and taking a deep breath to get himself out of his shock. Yet, the inhale brought with it the smell of the infected wound and the image of Sparrowstar's dead body was right there in front of him even though darkness surrounded him. Opening his eyes, he swallowed down the lump in his throat and turned to Cougarheart, who had been leading the southern patrol. Careful to keep his voice from shaking, he asked the question everyone else was thinking: "What happened?"

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It wasn't often that Otterheart got a chance to go out by herself or, rather, sneak out without anyone noticing her. So, when the evening patrols left and most of the warriors were out training with their apprentices or hunting, she took that chance and slipped away as quietly as she could. The sun was sinking lower towards the horizon as she padded through the canyon, the walls narrowing into a little passage that she had to squeeze through before opening up again into a chamber of sorts. It was here that she found a little mouse nibbling on some grass growing near the canyon wall and she crouched down, copying what she had seen the kits and apprentices doing in the camp. With a great leap, she launched herself forward, only to land a hairlength short of the mouse, startling it and causing it to run away.

Fox dung! She sat down, curling her tail over her paws and twitched her whiskers in agitation. If only Sparrowstar had picked her to be the warrior apprentice and made her brother, Beetlewatcher, the medicine cat apprentice, that embarrassing scene would have never happened! Otterheart huffed in denial, the sight of the mouse scurrying away replaying in her mind's eye. Flicking her tail dismissively at the thoughts, she got up, padding further away from the camp. Her stomach growled and she hissed in annoyance.

The next part of the canyon opened up even wider and the stream that flowed through the canyon swelled. The heat of the setting sun was beginning to get to the brown tabby she-cat and she crouched by the water's edge, lapping up the coolness with a soft pink tongue. Catching a fever in the greenleaf heat would not be beneficial to anyone, especially since she was the medicine cat of RockClan. She sighed, thinking about her old mentor, Shortwhisker, and how great he had been at his art. If he were alive, he would have invented his own medicines for this climate by now but, sadly, she had not learnt that talent in her time as an apprentice. All she could really do was gather herbs and hope that she remembered what remedies to use for different illnesses.

A scent suddenly invaded her nostrils and she turned her head to see a couple of bushes near the water. Upon further inspection, she noticed tiny blue berries on them and she sniffed at them to confirm that they were indeed juniper berries. Wherever there was water in the canyon there were sure to be bushes or shrubs of some sort in the otherwise rock-filled waste. I have enough juniper in the medicine den, don't I? Otterheart thought to herself. She grabbed a small branch of them anyway, turning back in the direction of camp; it would serve as her excuse for leaving camp alone if anyone asked.

She was a couple foxlengths away from camp, the fallen tree within sight, when she smelled the infection. Wrinkling her nose at the unpleasant smell, she picked up her pace and approached the throng of cats. The brother and deputy, Beetlewatcher, was crouched over a body that lay on the ground and at first Otterheart's eyes were focussed on the swelling in the cat's leg. Her heart stopped as she realized she didn't remember how to treat infections. Then, her eyes travelled up the body to Sparrowstar's lifeless eyes and the branch of juniper dropped to the ground as the shock hit her.

{{Sorry about the terribly long post, but it is the first post and I wanted to make sure there was a lot of information, as well as some character development. Please remember to make your posts pretty - if this is something you have trouble with, at least have your character's name at the top of the post and then the post afterwards. I would also like to remind everyone that your posts should have at least 2 well-written paragraphs (as posted under rules > literacy on the first page). Also, keep your eyes peeled for prophecy PM's, which I will be sending out once the roleplay gets rolling!

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Tigerpaw
Tigerpaw was in shock as she saw Sparrowstar's dead body. "How did this happen?" she wailed. She noticed others looking shocked and she lowered her head, her heart filled with grief. "I didn't know this was her last life," she whispered hoarsely. Then Tigerpaw realized something. Beetlewatcher is leader now! she thought. I wonder who he will choose as deputy. She scanned the crowd, looking for possibilities. She tore her gaze away though, and focused on Sparrowstar. "You were a great leader," Tigerpaw murmured.

OOC
Beetlewatcher was deputy right? I forgot...

[Taiyo]

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•Gender: She-cat
•Age: 30 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
•Tags: Beetlewatcher,
South patrol, Clanmates

It had happened all too fast and it left the she-cat breathless, shocked, terrified of what's to come.

One minute their beautiful, gentle leader was walking beside them, chatting lightly with the patrol, the next, she's on the ground writhing in unimaginable pain. The scent of fear and pain saturated the air in seconds, as cats looked towards her for direction and guidance. Her mind froze, her jaws locked and all she could focus on was the weeping wound that brought back horrid memories.

Just seconds away, mere pawsteps and they'll be reunited. She could see the relief, the joy and love in his green, green eyes. His lips stretching in a tired smile, her name just balanced on the tip of his tongue - he didn't see it coming, and neither did she. The walls exploded outwards and a large bicolored paw swept everything away. There was a sickening snap, a splash of sticky warmth, then...

"Cougarheart!" she jolted back awake with a terrified sob, wild eyes scanning the area before focusing on the weakening breath of Sparrowstar. Immediately, she snapped into action, barking out orders as she forced back her fears, her panic. "Mistrunner beside me, Littlestep help us get Sparrowstar on our backs and watch over her condition as we travel. Ravenpaw, scout ahead for other dangers and come back and warn us immediately if there's danger." With that she trotted to her leader, bending down to touch her nose to the pained she-cat. "We're going to move you now Sparrowstar, we're going to get you back to camp where Otterheart will save you. Everything is going to be fine." she whispered, yellow eyes blinking back the tears threatening to overflow from her eyes.

From the corner of her eye, she caught the slithering tail of the criminal - an overwhelming sense of fury and rage came over her and with a snarl, the tan colored warrior had snatched up the reptile and crushed the head of the rattlesnake. She threw the carcass to the side with contempt, her eyes still alight with the flames of anger and frustration as she turned towards the rest of the patrol, bent down and picked up Sparrowstar's body.

The trek back home was torturous. Sparrowstar's every weakening breath echoed across their backs constantly reminded them of precious time was running out and that their leader's life was trickling away like sand. As much as she'd like to run, to reach sanctuary soon, jolting the injured leader would only accelerate the process of the poison running through her veins. "Hang on Sparrowstar, we're nearly there." the words she kept muttering became more of a mantra for her and her patrol to stabilise their emotions, rein in their growing fear. But it was all for nought, for just several meters away from the entrance of camp she felt the shuddering breath of the tortoiseshell rasp out and fall silent. She didn't feel Sparrowstar take another breath ever since.


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She was surrounded by cats of camp, all staring, all gaping with disbelief on their faces. Their leader was dead and the perpetrator laid beside her still body, mocking even in death. Someone must've picked up the rattlesnake after she had flung it aside - still, it felt wrong to place the murderer beside the victim.

Her head was bowed, her shoulder slumped, her heart weighed heavily down by dark thoughts and even darker feelings. She had failed yet again, only on a larger scale. She failed her own leader. She barely heard Beetlewatcher's voice, barely heard the question and when she lifted her head to meet the deputy's yellow gaze, her eyes were haunted, a conflicted soul desperately seeking shelter but finding none. Her voice worked, thick and vicious in her throat but she forced the words out anyways. "It was an accident." The words seared at her, pointing fingers, layering the heavy feeling of guilt on her. It felt like an excuse, a pathetic one, to cover up the truth that it had been their negligence that led to her death. "She...died before we could get her back." her voice broke and suddenly she could take no more. Not anymore of her failures, the disappointment or the scent of death that seem to haunt her everywhere she goes.

Cougarheart turned and pushed away, tears flying splashing to the ground silently as she sought sanctuary out of camp.

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•Gender: Tom
•Age: 25 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
•Tags: Cats of camp

He recognized this smell. It was sour, misty and seemed to cling to walls and the scent of cats. It was death.

The warrior stood up, nose twitching, small satellites swiveling to catch the sounds of the world. Noises, chaos, the strong, strong smell of death and beneath it... Sparrowstar. Brighteyes sighed softly, blinking eyes that couldn't see, he padded towards the noises centered around one very still body. He stood at the exterior of the circle, unwilling to head into the crowd of cats that would undoubtly push him to the ground because of their rising panic and confusion. The scent of grief was heavy in the air, so was the scent of guilt radiating off Cougarheart's scent. The young tom felt disappointment, a slight tinge of disbelief - but then he had noticed Sparrowstar was on her last life, he just never expected her to leave so soon.

Beetlewatcher asked the question everycat seemed so eager to learn the answer to, but in the process end up wounding the leader of the patrol who placed all blame of the leader's death on her thin shoulders. A rattlesnake it seemed. A sinuous being he was told for he never really came across one before.

Brighteyes bowed his head, grieving for the leader who had witnessed his growth from a kit to the warrior he is today. The leader with the comforting presence, all accepting personality. The calico felt loss, for Sparrowstar was like a second mother to him, for being understanding to his difficulties and yet still allowed him to tread the path of a warrior.

"We'll miss you Sparrowstar. May you hunt well with Starclan." he whispered a prayer.

(( I find it hard to write Cougarheart xDD when she's already burdened with so much and now, the responsibility of her leader's death as well. are you trying to turn her into another Nightfur spirit? and whoops. Went overboard with writing what happened during the patrol -shot- ))

[fruitbat]

{{ sorry for the late reply !! I was at school
when you posted the starting post ^^; I hope this is "pretty"
enough, if not, let me know ~

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• location camp
• thoughts h-how?!
• mentor beetlewatcher
• crush none
• tagged clan members

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Jaypaw's ears and tail twitched in annoyance as he looked up, his pale green eyes reflecting the bright light that peeked from the horizon. He shook his head, his eyes staring directly into the sun as his head drifted slowly. He hissed lightly to himself, that was something he had learnt not to do. Jaypaw was still new to the idea of a new home, a new clan space. Shaking his head, he felt it grow heavy as the thoughts of the clan movements. He hated moving, though he had moved places three times now. Jaypaw thought to himself, remembering his first home. He was about two moons old when he was almost struck by the fire. He jolted, clearing his mind before the terrible nightmare images danced in his mind.

As him and his mentor, Beetlewatcher came to the entrance of camp, he dipped his head in thanks to his mentor. Jaypaw then nodded to himself, it was a good little battle they had. Though it looked as if Beetlewatcher was getting tired easily. Probably from the heat he thought to himself. He didn't feel the extreme heat like the black cats did, though his fluffy pelt texture made it incredibly hot for him. As he got into camp, he snuck into the apprentices den, finding no one was in it. He smirked to himself, finding his moss bed and curling himself into it. Jaypaw felt it was much cooler in here, though the air was still quite thick and hot.

Though soon after dozing off, he was woken by a huge commotion outside the den. He got up with a small growl escaping his lips. The sour look on Jaypaw's face quickly turned into fear as he saw the large crowd of cats surrounding what seemed to be his mentor. He gasped loudly, picking up his pace as he quickly walked to the crowd. He heard the sobs and yelps of cats, and his heart sunk as he saw what Beetlewatcher was perched over silently.

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|Name;; LarkSong|
|Age;; 27 Moons|
|Gender;; Tom|
|Rank;; Warrior|
|Apprentice;; CedarPaw|
|Mood;; Startled, Tired.|
|Tagged;; Cedarpaw, Clan-Mates|

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The tom had been on the hunting patrol, he had been more then glad to receive the task of hunting, he had opted that he and his apprentice hunt near the canyon walls in the shade so that she wouldn't procure her wheeze. Although she was mostly fine, LarkSong got increasingly worried when he heard the sound of her wheeze so he actively tried to avoid putting her into those situations. Despite this he put extra effort into hunting to ensure that his clan-mates didn't think he was weak.

He had caught a Lizard, a rabbit and two mice, as far as he was concerned the effort and fatigue had been worth it. Heading back to camp he had congratulated CedarPaw on her good work on hunting. As they approached the camp LarkSong could tell in his gut that something had gone wrong, as he entered the camp and spotted SparrowStar he paused, accidentally being bumped by OtterHeart as she ran over to the diseased leader. "How-" he muttered in a mono-tone, a familiar pang seeping into his heart as he watched OtterHeart hover over their leaders body.

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|Name;; MelodyHeart|
|Age;; 24 Moons|
|Gender;; She-cat|
|Rank;; Queen|
|Kits;; Unborn|
|Mood;; Tired, Moody.|
|Tagged;; Those at camp.|

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"Mouse Dung" MelodyHeart hissed as a slight gust of wind knocked over the pile she had made of random leaves which had been blown into the nursery during the day as well as the night before hand. She had been considering offering her services to the medicine cat, OtterHeart, if the she-cat ever became overly busy. Snapping back to the current events Melody yawned and stretched heading outside her den. Everything was momentarily quiet in camp until the south border patrol returned with SparrowStar's limp body.
At first the she-cat had blinked several times before quietly she made the decision to turn around, "This can't be happening" She muttered, ignoring the mutters coming from her clan mates as they crowded around the body. She shook her head once more, "No..." She muttered, pure concern haunting her face, what if they were forced to leave here too? What if they had to travel once more and her kits were born? That couldn't happen could it? She let out several deep breathes and laid down in her nest, a throbbing pain coming from her swollen belly as the stress made her tired. Trying to ignore the thoughts which were whirling around her head to try and stay calm, for the health of her kits.

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The tom could taste the bitter tang of guilt in his throat, and the weight of Sparrowstar's body drooped over his shoulders. I should have payed more attention, that snake, I should have seen it. However he kept moving forward, spured on by Cougarheart's encouraging words, drowning out his own internal mantra of we're not going to make it. If there was even a small sense of hope that they could get back in time, then for once he was going to take it. Of course he knew it was futile. They couldn't move nearly fast enough to get help, and with each passing moment the leaders breathing grew harsher. But they were nearly there. She just had to hang on for a little while longer...

It had came as a great shock to him; to feel the last of the breath leave his leader's lips. They hadn't made it in time. They hadn't been able to save her... but surely there was nothing they could have done.It was a feeling he knew they all shared. He could have sworn she'd had more lives. She'd been through so much with her clan. Of course, that was the reason she didn't have more lives. Their leader had survived the journey to their new home, and this was the price she had to pay. It isn't safe here. It can't be. He flicked his ears, attempting to ignore the anxiety that pricked at his thoughts. Though he found anxiety much easier to deal with than the grief at losing such a great leader. By the time they made it to camp, sorrow had been etched into the patrol's faces. He turned his eyes to the ground, not wanting to see his own sadness and confusion mirrored in the faces of his clan mates. Though he didn't need to see their faces in order to feel the wave of grief that passed from one cat to another. May you hunt well in StarClan, Sparrowstar.

The young tom blinked back his sadness, as the weight left his shoulders. Not daring to look down at the lifless body of his leader, he instead lifted his eyes to Beetlewatcher. No, Beetlestar. The other tom had kept his composure well, completely opposite to the fixed look of distraught on his own face. It was only natural that the leader stayed strong for the sake of the clan. And after everything we've been through, we really need it. He added mentally, his tail tip twitching from side to side. Mistrunner stayed silent as Cougarheart answered the question; her voice choked with emotion. He could only send a silent prayer to StarClan to give her strength. It was the least she deserved after keeping the patrol moving and not giving in to her initial shock. But the grief struck her hardest when her responsibilities were over, it seemed. "Cougarheart..." He murmured, watching her depart in tears. Don't go. He wanted to say it wasn't her fault, help her grief. But he didn't have the right words. So instead he drew his head up, attempting to rein in his emotions. "I... what should we do with that?" He asked Beetlewatcher, gesturing to the snake that lay by Sparrowstar's side.
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✖ Place: camp ✖
✖ Thoughts: ... ✖
✖ Feeling: Confused ✖
✖ Talking to: ... ✖

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Flintshard was out of camp when it happened. The tom disliked hanging around in camp. Besides there was still so much to figure out and explore about this new place. Flintshard wasn't sure where he stood on moving to the canyon. Everyone else seamed exactly sure weather they thought we belonged here or if we should have stayed in the mountains. Flintshard knew one thing though- he hated how everytime anything went wrong they just ran off to a new territory. He had promised himself this was it. No more moving. Any problems we have here we need to face them head on.
Yowls. Flintshard paused wondering if it was just a bird. No, some cat yowled again. Flintshard swung his head around but still could see no one. He noticed he was close to camp, though. He quickly bolted forward, wasting no time. Only a few minutes later, he arrived into camp to find the group of cats. This wasn't good.
"What happened? He asked loudly hoping the news wasn't too bad. But of course he knew he was wrong.

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✦ Place: camp ✦
✦ Thoughts: ..No! ✦
✦ Feeling: Upset ✦
✦ Talking to: ... ✦

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The small apprentice sat quietly eating a mouse after she had come back from the patrol. She sat gazing out at the canyon. It seamed s wild and dangerous but all the same it greatly intrigued Vividpaw like a mystery. She believed this was where they were finally meant to stay. Besides, making all these journeys to brand new enviroments hadn't been easy on the she-cat. They where tiring, rough, and they normally didn't know where they were walking too. Also she had always been too small. A lot of cats enjoyed being around Vividpaw for her bubbly charm but she wasn't all that strong.. She promised herself that here she would prove she can be great.

Suddenly Vividpaw's thoughts were disrupted by commotion. The majority of the clan was huddled around something and they all seamed distressed and upset. She jumped to her feet, leaving behind her half eaten mouse to see what was going on. Out of the yelping she caught a few words like 'Sparrowstar', 'snake', and crying 'no's. The alarmed apprentice wiggled through the crowd to stand in the front. Her leader was sprawled on the ground.

Not knowing what to say, the only words the apprentice got out was a quiet, "We can save her, right? She can't be dead," to no one in particular.

[Wormgod]

Cedarpaw
Task Hunting
Tagged Larksong

Cedarpaw was having the time of her life! Her mentor, Larksong, brought her to the canyon walls for some hunting. He explained that all sorts of prey hid in the shadows during the day, since even they could not handle the desert sun. She was glad the prey agreed with her; the sun was unbearable.

They caught a good bit of prey between them! Well...Larksong did. Cedarpaw helped him chase down a rabbit, and she wheezed a bit, which seemed to scare him. She didn't understand why. Cedarpaw always wheezed after running; that was just what she did.

She caught a fat, old mouse and a really big cricket. Larksong told her the cricket wasn't prey. "I know! I was just practicing." She lied. Her fur grew hot, either from the sun or embarrassment.

A short while later they headed back to camp. The sun was setting and the air grew colder. It seemed everyone else decided to come back too; Cedarpaw could hear the cats talking way before she entered camp. Larksong sped up and she had to jog beside him.

Even she could sense something was wrong. The entire clan was gathered around Otterheart and something else. A rattlesnake lay aside, and Mistrunner asked what they should do with that, as if it had done something wrong and didn't deserve to be called prey anymore.

Where was Sparrowstar? He should be here! There was a sick cat, right? They were struck by the rattlesnake! Cedarpaw craned her neck to look over the crowd. She caught a glimpse of his pelt beside Otterheart. Oh no...