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the creative || tom || 20 moons || location; unknown || tags; everyone


xxxx Otterstream glanced around at his surroundings. Oh! We could spend the night in that tree. He thought,
looking at a big hole that was carved out of the tree where it had rotted away. The tabby brown tom padded
over to the tree and sniffed at it carefully. It was rotted, and it was unknown how long it would stay upright.
Besides, it wasn't even near dark yet. The morning had just begun, they hadn't even found a place to hunt.
xxxx He trotted back over to his traveling companions. Otterstream stood next to Duskfall, feeling more com-
fortable with his clan mate. The limnic eruption had happened yesterday later in the day. The eight survivors
ran from the scene, and late last night, one by one they found each other. Even though they had only been
together for one night, Falconwind clearly had the best leading skills out of them all. The ThunderClan tom
had stayed calm during the situation and quickly took control of the group to find shelter for the night. Pers-
onally, Otterstream envied him. In that moment Falconwind had reminded him of his father, who he dearly
missed. In fact, all of his ideas were terrible since the limnic eruption. His thoughts have been clouded by the
loss of his parents and clanmates. He could still see his clanmates suffocating and fighting to stay alive in the
tsunami when he closed his eyes. Every time he blinked he could see the scenes fold out in front of him. A s-
hiver ran through him from nose to tail tip. Will they ever be able to find a suitable home and build the clans
again? Or will him and the others just continue to be a gang of lost loners?

[mothraaa]

DUSKFALL
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xxxxx Duskfall blinked slowly, watching the sun begin it's ascent over the horizon in silence. She had slept little that night, instead assigning herself to watch duty. Despite it all, she felt numb to the exhaustion. She knew she could hang on a while longer, especially with some warm food. Though she knew she was hungry, the thought of fresh-kill wasn't very appetizing. But the others need to eat, she reminded herself, glancing back at the rest of the group. The only survivors.

xxxxx She couldn't bring herself to think of how many cats there were before, how many had dwindled down to eight in the matter of minutes, hours. Her family, her sister, her Clan... She couldn't even force herself to look in the mere direction of the lake. Otterstream's arrival gave her a small distraction though, and she nodded to him quietly in greeting. He had always been a few steps behind herself in age, but seemed sweet enough, if a bit strange at times. At least the familiar face of a Clanmate helped, even if it was just a little. The other cats were an assorted bunch, some she remembered glancing at gatherings, while a few of the younger ones she had only noticed yesterday. It seemed a ThunderClan cat, Falconwind, had become their designated leader, at least for now. Somehow she was un-surprised it was a ThunderClan cat to snatch up the role, but didn't have the will to argue just yet. They had gotten this far, at least. But how much father will they have to go?

xxxxx She was shook from her thoughts by Otterstream's uneasy shiver. She narrowed her eyes briefly, before gingerly resting the tip of her tail on his shoulder in silent assurance.

xxxxx "Are the others almost ready?" She asked, if only to fill the silence.

[paw;]

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the creative || tom || 20 moons || location; unknown || tags; duskfall


xxxx He was snapped out of his thoughts when Duskfall's tail tip rested on his shoulder. He realized that he
hadn't blinked, afraid of the images that he would see so vividly when he did. Otterstream slowly looked up
to the she-cat, his amber eyes still wide and unblinking.
xxxx The tom shook his head slightly to clear his mind. Stretching out his back legs he replied with a yawn.
"They might be," He replied nonchalantly. "I suppose we should try hunting first?" He mewed, drawing his l-
egs back in from the stretch. Maybe Falconwing is already looking ahead for good hunting grounds? He tho-
ught to himself, his stomach growling in agreement. His mouth watered as he thought of biting into a plump
rabbit, and his legs twitched slightly as he thought about the exciting chase to get it. Otterstream flicked his
tail, as if dismissing his hunger.

[Harleen]

ｌｉｔｔｌｅｃｒｅｅｋ － ｔａｇｇｅｄ; ｏｔｔｅｒｓｔｒｅａｍ ＆ ｄｕｓｋｆａｌｌ
the goof - fae - nineteen moons - location; unknown - crush; n/a - mate; n/a
Drip.. drip.. drip.. The annoying noise of the water droplet falling over and over caused the small she-cat to lift her head, tearing her away from her beauty sleep. An agitated mew was ripped from her lips and she lazily rolled onto her stomach, pushing her up and onto her dainty paws. Stretching her spine, and a yawn forcing her mouth to open and tongue to curl, the she-cat waddled out from the abandoned bear cave and looked out at the horizon.

Last night seemed like a dream, and oh, how Littlecreek wished that it was - but no, she only woke up to reality, and the devastation was finally setting in. After the eruption, her clan's camp was destroyed, along with the lives of many cats. Her own family were among those cats, and she and her brother, Pebbleface, were the only two to get out alive - or so, she thought. Some how, along the way, Pebbleface went missing, leaving Littlecreek all alone. But, all of this grief wouldn't do. Oh no, Littlecreek would have to keep an optimistic point of view to survive.

Padding out of the cave, the young warrior spun around on her heels and propelled herself forward, scrambling on top of the bear den. There, the forest lay ahead, and the she-cat wasted no time to start moving, her paws moving over the muddy landscape as she began to sprint. After a few minutes had passed, Littlecreek lowered her cranium to the ground, her nose wiggling as she took in the different scents of the earth. Finally, she had caught the scent of a rabbit, and it was definitely fresh. Crouching down, she turned her head to only find the rabbit a mere few feet away, and she began to crawl forward, trying her best not to make any sound. Although, due to her not paying any attention to the ground before her, she stepped on a twig, only to have it snap and send the rabbit sprinting away. Hissing, Littlecreek began to run after it, her claws unsheathing and digging into the soft terrain to help her get a better grip, launching herself forward. The tiny molly didn't even notice the complete drop-off as the rabbit turned a different way, leaving the she-cat skidding to a halt.

It was too late as she toppled over the edge, her eyes widening when she saw two cats below. "Watch oooout!" Littlecreek cried out, but that only failed, for the she-cat managed to land right on top of dark brown cat, who was obviously female.

[mothraaa]

DUSKFALL
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xxxxxDuskfall had opened her mouth to reply to her Clanmate, when a sudden yowl pierced the clearing. She instinctively dropped down, ears swiveling and eyes wild, only to glance up at the last second. She let out a breathless grunt as the small cat crushed her flat, pausing a few seconds in shock, before shaking the smaller cat off and taking a few steps back. She hunched over, her fur on edge as she inspected the fallen feline with a mix of anger and bewilderment. After a few seconds, Duskfall slowly began to relax, and rose up to a normal standing position once she realized it was just another cat.

xxxxxShe gave a quick glance to Otterstream, before tilting her head at the new arrival.

xxxxx"Who are you?" She asked bluntly, a bit of annoyance from earlier creeping into the question. It wasn't until then that the sudden realization of another survivor had dawned on her, and she softened her gaze, unsure how to apologize for her rude statement.

xxxxxThis... This was good news though, despite how little Duskfall found her accidental introduction pleasing, the idea there were more... She bit back any hope that swelled at the thought, and let out a deep breath quietly. It was too much to think of. Perhaps this she-cat might be the only other one, someone they had missed in their panic. She obviously wasn't from WindClan, but her Clan identity mattered little without the actual Clans existing, didn't they? She shook the bitter thought away, instead focusing on calmly awaiting an answer.

[Beebs]

F o x f e a t h e r
the kind .:. she-cat .:. 27 moons .:. location; unknown .:. tags; Otterstream / Duskfall / Littlecreek

.:.:.

The ginger tabby had just emerged from her den with the sleepiest of yawns when Littlecreek landed unceremoniously on top of Duskfall.
The soft-spoken she-cat stifled a 'mrrow' of amusement before arching her back and reaching forward with her paws to stretch. What had the duo been talking about before? She had sleepily overheard, but she couldn't seem to place a paw on it...
"Good morning." She yawned, relaxing her body and joining the survivors. Ever since the limnic eruption, Foxfeather had been hesitant to trust anyone besides Wildleap, another member of her Clan, and even then she hardly knew him well. They might be the same age but she couldn't recall many memories that stuck out to her. He was a bit of a sarcastic tom anyways...
Otterstream seemed inventive in a way. His ideas were over the top but his heart seemed to be in the right place. Besides, some of this ideas were quite useful when she thought about it.
Duskfall was a bit prideful, but seemed trustworthy as well. A bit of a heroine rather than a damsel in distress, Foxfeather admired her bravery. If only the ginger she-cat could be that fearless and alert. Unfortunately it seemed she was just a clumsy mess.

Whoops, lost her original train of thought!
As Foxfeather began grooming her chest fur, she retraced her steps. What had they been talking about again...?

Oh, hunting! That's what Otterstream mentioned. Anything to take her mind off the limnic eruption that seemed to cross her mind endlessly throughout the day.

"I-I can go out and find some p-prey, if it helps..." She stuttered a bit, cursing her hesitation. Why couldn't she be more confident? Ugh...

[~Erratic~]

⁑F ᴀ ʟ ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ᴡ ɪ ɴ ᴅ⁑
The Leader||Tom||Location: Unknown||Tags: Everyone

When life was tough, you were to be tougher.
You broke claws, lost ears, strained muscles to accomplished goals and protect those you loved.

That was what Blazeclaw had burned into Falconwind's mind as an apprentice, and now the former Thunderclan warrior couldn't help but feel as though he'd failed his mentor. Thunderclan was gone. All of the clans were gone. He'd almost died himself. As he scaled down a tree, he remembered his escape. It was like dropping from a tree too fast: his mind had been hazy, and his paws heavy. The world around him had spun as his lungs ached for the air he gasped: no deep breath was ever enough. Thunderclan had been chaos and the clanmates he grew up with had fallen around him. While stumbling out of camp, he'd grabbed a kit in his jaws. Falconwind landed and paused, caught up in his heartache. The tom prided himself on being tough and on being someone who needed no one. But remembering little Snowkit's limp body made his muscles weak.

He shook himself. He needed to get back to the task on hand. Falconwind had been scouting the land since beyond sunrise -everyone else had still been asleep. He'd wanted to know what lie further and he wanted to know what to plan. Now he knew some of the landscape around them and padded swiftly back to where the other survivors had slept that night.

Upon approaching, he heard voices. Already planning a hunting party? Lets go confirm their plans. Falconwind entered the small clearing from under the brush, just in time to see a she-cat land on some unfortunate soul -Duskfall he thought. The tom blinked. Another survivor? His tailtip flicked as he padded swiftly out to greet the small cat. He was still learning the names of the others, and felt irritated that he didn't know them all by heart yet. To be fair, everyone had gathered here very dazed. Falconwind stopped in front of the newcomer, beside Duskfall, and dipped his head.

"Welcome," A friendly smile crossed his face and he parted his maw slightly to take in the she-cat's scent. Was the the lake he smelt? Riverclan maybe? Of course, the lake made it's way into the clan territories so it was hard to say. But what did it matter? "You're safe here," With that, he turned to address Foxfeather.

"Hunting sounds like a swell idea." He called out loudly, and padded confidently into the view of every cat.
"We all need to keep our strength up. I've been out scouting; the forest gets denser just north of here. No cat is to go out alone. This territory is a bit different than... back home."

[unicorns and cats]

Maplecloud|she cat|19 moons|thunderclan|the brains|crush; to be ottercreek|tags;all

The light ginger she cat silently awoke from her sleep, realizing that some of the other cats were already awake. Stretching her paws, she padded outside, seeing Duskfall and Ottercreek and Falconwind and Foxfeather already out. With another cat? Frowning, she made sure she kept her distance, incase they were hostile. Studying the cat, the cat didnt seem very hostile, Hmph.. Turning to her old clan mate, Falconwind, "Will we split up in groups?"

It had been quiet a few moons since the clan had been separated. No no, since the clan had all died. She remembered her old clan mate, her old friend, Hollytail, yowling and screaming. Maplecloud could only watch from afar, cringing at the sight. She grieve for her friend every night, and tells herself, blames herself that it wasnt her fault. But I could have saved her...

[tea leaf.]

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the snarky // tom // 27 moons // shadowclan // location: ? // tagged: all

xxxThe tom emerged form his own resting place, fur sticking out at all angles. His gaze darted between the cats gathered before him; most cats he met yesterday but there was one newcomer. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. He guessed it was good because it meant more survivors, but he had never been a firm believer of 'the more the merrier.' In fact he felt the opposite was true, but that was probably just him. They were talking about hunting and the thought of food caused his stomach to rumble, aggravating him.
xxxYesterday had been rough. He hadn't gotten along that well with his Clan, but at the same time he had considered himself a loyal warrior and it was his home. Not one day did he ever regret being born into ShadowClan and the damn pangs in his heart hurt more than he could bear. It hurt worse than the pain he felt when his mother died, and the emptiness inside him couldn't be helped; he would never see his Clan again. The only cat who survived with him was Foxfeather, an apprentice who had trained alongside him yet she didn't know him and he didn't know her. His habit of avoiding others cost him friendship and now couldn't be more lonely.
xxxAnd now he was stuck with these cats. He knew one of them and the rest were strangers. And he was stuck with them. He couldn't even imagine leaving them, that would only make things worse. But at the same time he couldn't imagine trusting them either. They were strangers, cats he didn't grow up with, cats he couldn't possibly understand the motives of. He could barely trust cat from his own Clan, and now he was supposed to trust these cats? Impossible.
xxxHe stepped forward, joining the group. The newcomer was small, laughably so. "Are you an apprentice or something?" he muttered, "You're kinda small." His stomach rumbled again and he hoped the others couldn't hear it. He let out an irritated sigh, his tail flicking behind him, a clear indicator to his aggravation. "I'm kinda hungry, so I'll go hunt with whoever wants to come with me."

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xxxx Otterstream's eyes widened in surprised as the new comer came falling from the sky. She landed with a thud on Duskfall, and the tom couldn't help but let out a mrow of laughter. He dipped his head in greeting to the small she-cat, who he vaguely remembered seeing at Gatherings. He would've said a proper greeting, but honestly he was too speechless. Are there more survivors? Could he find more of his clan mates if he looked around? And, most importantly on his mind considering his creativity, is this newcomer a StarClan cat sent back down to them? He looked up, wondering how she could've fallen from the sky.
xxxx Falconwind's voice soon distracted him from his thoughts and he whipped his head around to look at the tom. His stomach rumbled at the thought of hunting. His eyes began scanning the area to look for a partner to hunt with. He flicked his tail and licked his lips, already tasting the prey he was bound to catch.