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● age- 40 moons
● group- the circle
● rank- leader.......
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● mate- none
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The tabby tom watched from his perch atop the half-standing tree as the gray light of dawn began to overtake the sky, illuminating what was certain to be an overcast day. Despite the fact that it was supposed to be newleaf, the air held a frosty chill that cut straight through his pelt. He didn't mind it; as most cats knew, Wren wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. The cool air was actually refreshing after having been in his overly warm, stuffy den through the night... but- although he would never admit it -in all honesty, he liked his den because it was so surprisingly warm. It gave the illusion that another cat was there without there ever actually being anyone.

One perk of holding the reputation of 'cat you should never mess with' was that cats rarely bothered him. The ones that did were all bold, but they usually tended to act either overly cheerful and annoying or they went out of their way to try to impress him. It was amusing, really, for Wren to watch other cats act as if they could actually ever understand him. Sure, he toyed with them and occasionally gave them the illusion that they did, but Wren could give a one hundred percent guarantee that not a single cat knew the first thing about him. He didn't care, really; he had learned long before that cats had little interest for anything outside of themselves, so he had resolved to do the same.

Sweeping the thoughts from his mind, the tabby tom leaped from his perch, landing lightly on his feet. The circle's camp had come together very well; it was perhaps even less obvious than BreezeClan's, as he had allowed his cats to sleep wherever they wanted as long as they stayed within the confines of the camp. Therefore, besides the well-camouflaged medicine den, his hidden den in the hollow base of the half-standing tree, and a few other inconspicuous places, the only tell that this was kind of the 'base' of the circle was the scent of many cats. He padded to the center of camp, where he peeled back a section of the leaves that covered the freshkill and took in the measly pile with an impassive face. He had hoped it would have been bigger; he wasn't sure why, but he was awful at catching prey himself.

However, it looked as if he'd probably have to at least make an attempt at hunting.
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Morningtail had always had an affinity for the night. She couldn't explain it; while most cats slept through the night and basked in the daytime sun, she had always felt a far greater pull from the stars. It was just so simple, beautiful, and solitary; to her, the gentle glow of the stars and moon far outweighed the heated beams of the sun. With the exception of some sundowns and sunrises, the most breathtaking time of day was in the dead of the night, when even night creatures have grown still and there is nothing but the dim rays of moonlight dappling the stream. Of course, she didn't go out every night- that would put her on the opposite schedule of most of her clanmates -but as newleaf started sweeping in and melting the snow that made all of the sights that much more breathtaking, she had volunteered to hunt the night before.

As the first gray rays of dawn started penetrating the forest, Morningtail considered going back. However, despite her lively hunting session the previous night- with newleaf comes new prey -the pale gray tabby point wasn't tired in the least. Besides, she had been tracking a rabbit for quite some time, and the rare, elusive creature was giving her quite a trail. She knew she wasn't very far away from it; the scent was very fresh, and although it zigzagged, she could tell that the creature had no clue that she was hunting it. Then, suddenly, as she came around a tree, it came into view... A few foxlengths outside the border.

Morningtail held her breath as she gazed upon the creature with watchful gray-blue eyes; it had stopped to nibble on a small green plant that had managed to grow already. If it was anything but a rabbit, she wouldn't dare cross the border, but it was too good to pass up; she slowly stalked forward, appreciating her small, light frame as she crept into the open. Still oblivious, the rabbit moved along as a leisurely pace, leading her further into the forest beyond the border.

Then, she was set up for her perfect chance at actually catching a rabbit. She was perfectly downwind, the warm, delectable scent of the creature pervading her nostrils as she bunched her muscles, preparing to make that last victorious leap-

And- for no reason whatsoever -the stupid thing decided to take off.

Even though she knew full well that there wasn't even a remote chance of her catching it, Morningtail shot after the rabbit, her vision narrowed on the flash of its white tail... until she ran right into something, the impact knocking her backwards. Had she been distracted enough to actually run into a tree? Morningtail blinked, dazed from the impact; she was expecting to see a tree, but her wide blue eyes instead settled on a cat.

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The air was quite chilly this morning, Nimbus concluded, while stalking away from the circle's camp. He had woken up quite early, due to a particularly bad nightmare and decided camp wasn't the best place to walk off the haunting dream. Well, it wasn't quite a dream but more of a memory. A memory the large tom would much rather leave in the past but it always came back to slap him in the face. He could still hear the shrill yowl of his brother in his ears, and still see the look of disappointment etched on his face. It certainly isn't the best memory of his brother but it is the most dominant. It's almost kind of funny, the last thing Nimbus ever said to his brother was that he never wanted to see him again and he got his wish, the black and white cat hasn't seen him since. His brother could be dead for all Nimbus knows. Though he doesn't think about that much in order not to dig himself into a hole of guilt.

Though Nimbus hasn't talked- or seen his brother in a long time, he does miss him. A feeling of loss and loneliness often curls up in his belly when he sees something that reminds him of his counterpart. And with this loss comes the need to make things right, but it seems as though that's impossible because if his brother were still alive (which is not likely), he hides within the confines of the nearby clan. And this clan harbours a lot of cats that would rip his eyes out if he was seen near their borders. Not that he would tell anyone, but he would go there no matter the consequences just to see his brother one last time. The only thing that stops him is he doesn't know whether his brother is there or not. But to save his sanity, Nimbus shook his head to clear himself of his thoughts, continuing on his walk.

The large framed tom padded across the frost bitten ground, drinking in the air to scent any prey nearby. Might as well hunt if he's out here, as the kill pile back at camp was getting pretty low. Nimbus flicked his tail as a more than unwelcoming chill swept through his long fur. He had a thick coat, sure, but that didn't stop the wind from nipping at his skin. With a long sigh, he stopped for a moment, watching his breath curl into a tiny cloud, giving the tom a clue on how cold it actually was. But before the tom could stare at the dissipating cloud of breath any longer, a crack in the bush had his attention trained on the noise. It fell eerily silent, almost like every living thing and even the air stilled. It made the hair stand up on Nimbus' neck. He slightly turned his head to scan over the underbrush but nothing caught his eye. It was moment's like this that Nimbus debated putting his tree climbing skills to use. And yet again there was another noise, but it was the crunch of the frozen ground, it sounded much closer this time. Nimbus was tempted to get low to the ground, but it seemed as if the noises stopped.

Taking one last look around himself, the tom took a couple steps forward, glancing around just in case something was trying to pull a fast one on him, but to no avail. Strange. Nimbus then stopped dead in his tracks when he heard quite the commotion. But before he could process what was happening, a body crashed right into him, sending him stumbling a couple steps. He was dazed for a moment, blinking a couple times as confusion settled in. Without another second, The tom looked down at his large paws, spotting the most absurd thing. Another cat, a cat that he didn't recognize, a very pretty she-cat. The only thing his mind could come up with was to scowl. He stared into the molly's blue- incredibly blue, eyes. He almost couldn't look away. Nimbus blinked a couple times, feeling as if he should tell someone or drag this cat back to camp but he was frozen. "Umm."

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Ｏｆ Ｙｏｕ！！Ｂｕｔ Ｉ Ｄｉｄ，
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ღ ( Age: twenty-nine moons ) ღ ( Clan: the circle ) ღ ( Rank: inner-circle - the betrayal ) ღ ( Crush: nimbus ) ღ ( Tagged: wren [briefly] ) ღ

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Twitching white paws stretched out, reaching for an unknown object. To most it would appear that Rinmaru - More commonly known by as "Rin"
- was having a terrible nightmare. The fearsome sounds emitting from her maw doing her no justice. However it was nothing like that, Instead
the mainly white furred molly was having a delightful dream filled with bountiful bouncing prey. Rin was just about to sink her teeth into the si
newy flesh of the water vole in front of her, when she was abruptly awoken.
Letting out a low indistinguishable sound, she blearily pawing at her nose to rid it of the cool liquid that had dripped onto it. Looking towards
the entrace of her den, she found the culprit in a collection of dew clinging to a large leaf hanging over the small alcove where Rinmaru made
her den out of the small rise in the earth.

Being more or less awake now, Rin began to take notice of her surroundings. From the grey clouds hanging low in the sky, to the brown tabby
marked pelt of The Circle's leader. Taking notice of where the tom was heading, her stomach gave a low rumble urging Rin towards the prey-p
ile. Following the urges of her abdominal organ Rin prowled towards the prey-pile dipping her head in acknowledgement as she passed the intimidating tom.

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The pale light of dawn was slowly turning the black night sky blue. The sun was just barely above the horizon, and once its rays crept into the leader's den, Rainstar awoke with a start. He had actually managed to fully fall asleep after all, but that didn't mean that the tom wasn't exhausted. With an annoyed huff at the sunlight for making him awaken once more, the leader slowly got up and stretched, making him feel a little better. With a grunt and a quick grooming, Rainstar slowly padded out of the den, the sky being a whole different array of colors all morphing into blue. However, the pretty sky didn't last too long. Soon enough, grey clouds hung over the silent camp. "Overcast, oh joy." The tom was hoping for it to be more of a newleaf type of day, but of course chilly air still hung in the camp. Regardless, Rainstar just ignored the leaf-bare weather and focused on getting dawn patrol up and running. As soon as the deputy awoke, the leader would immediately go up to him and make sure that the patrols were to be made. With that, he leapt onto the Highrock to observe his Clan. Once settled, the tom sighed, wrapping his tail around his paws as his heterochromatic eyes scanned the clearing. Rainstar hadn't slept very well the night prior, leaving him tired and even a little bit uncoordinated. Every time he had drifted off, he was awoken by strange nightmares. Blood staining grass, chilling battle cries, and most disturbing of all: corpses of cats he recognized. These reoccurring had to mean something from StarClan, however Rainstar didn't feel comfortable discussing it with Daisyleaf. He didn't want to worry his Clan or his medicine cat, but at the same time his mind was constantly nagging him to spill. The dreams could've been crucial information that could either make or break the Clan, but the leader didn't want to confess until he had more information. So far all he had been seeing was what looked like a battle. He needed more to go on before he said all this to the Clan.

The pale grey tom shook off his night-terrors, trying to not look worried about anything. He hopped off the Highrock and into the clearing, deciding he'd go out hunting to forget his troubles. Rainstar would be quick enough so that he'd get maybe a rabbit or two and return to camp before anyone woke up. Rainstar padded off into the shelter of the trees, his senses alert as he searched for the slightest hint of prey. Despite the possible chance of a storm,--which the leader wouldn't have minded if it hadn't already been pouring quite a bit in the last few days--he still continued to try and find a strong scent. Soon enough, he indeed caught a whiff of mouse. Ears perked, he quietly followed the trail until it lead him to an oak tree, where the smell was strongest. With precise movements, the tom carefully stalked up to the tree, which must've had a burrow of some sort hidden near it, and soon enough found a small hole. He waited patiently until he heard the slight squeaking of his prey. Luckily the wind was blowing in his direction, so the mouse wouldn't even see him coming. As soon as the creature saw Rainstar it tried to flee, but it was already too late. The tom pinned it with a paw and swiped its belly with a claw. Once it was dead, he buried it so no other predators would take it and would soon come back for it later. Soon, he had caught a vole, a rabbit and even managed to get a bird because of a stroke of good luck. After he was satisfied, Rainstar came back for his prey and held it all in his jaws, padding back to camp just as the sun was about to come into full view.






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The black tabby she-cat face was suddenly splashed with sunlight, causing her to immediately wake up only to lazily turn over, not wanting to get up just yet. Blackpaw loved to sleep, and wanted to keep doing it for as much as she could. Finally, her paws were getting restless. They were eager to handle herbs, and that annoyed the young she-cat. She wanted to sleep for as long as she could, but her senses told her otherwise. With an displeased sigh, Blackpaw got up and shook out her pelt, grooming down a few strands of fur sticking out in awkward directions. Daisyleaf was still asleep--which was a first. Usually it was her mentor that was always nagging for her to get up and get to work, but the medicine cat apprentice was the early bird that morning. That didn't necessarily mean she wanted to get up before the medicine cat, however Blackpaw did feel rather proud and responsible when it occasionally happened.

The tangy, bitter scent of herbs filled the air of the medicine cat den, and while a regular cat might retort at the smell of them, the apprentice was used to it by now. However, she would've appreciated a den that didn't constantly smell of bitter leaves, but she supposed that was just how it was going to be if she wanted to be a medicine cat. She did regret some things when deciding she wanted to give up her warrior training, like not being around those her age as much, doing much more boring jobs like sorting herbs or collecting them out in the territory, not being able to have her own kits, et cetera. Even so, Blackpaw was willing to give up all that for her job, and she couldn't be happier working with Daisyleaf. She decided to let him sleep for as long as he wanted while she began doing the morning routine of checking and sorting herbs.

She made sure to put them in their proper places in an organized fashion, throw out the ones that had gone bad or had dried out and check to see what they needed more of. "Let's see... We're going to need more horsetail, and some more catmint would be great, just in case..." The molly mumbled. While sorting, Blackpaw always liked to quietly talk to herself. It helped her concentrate a lot more, however it could get a bit annoying at times. Regardless, she kept on muttering to herself of what more they needed, where this did go and that didn't go, and whatever else. Finally the tabby she-cat seemed satisfied with her work, and hoped that her mentor would be proud of her when he woke.

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rowanclaw did not feel like getting up. it was as simple as that; he was warm, he was comfortable, and he wanted to stay that way. not to mention how tired he was from the previous day of making sure the clan ran smoothly and keeping everyone in check. the tom figured he shouldn't really be complaining, as he had chosen to pursue this way of life, so he had no right to moan about it. however, the moaning was only in his head - he would never express to anyone else such displeasure. so, after mentally preparing himself, rowanclaw peeled his eyes open, immediately snapping them shut as a reflex against the light that had flooded into his gaze. taking another moment, rowanclaw managed to keep his eyes open and haul his slender body upwards, quickly arching his muscled back into a stretch and widening his mouth in an open yawn. after flicking his ears in the direction of the den entrance and hearing little activity, rowanclaw decided to take the opportunity to groom himself while his body woke up. rowanclaw, being the tom that he was, would not be slow to admit his physical appeal; his fur was soft, short and sleek, meaning it was never knotted or mangled like the fur of a long-haired cat could be. the colouring was a deep red colour, like the crunchy leaf-fall leaves, or the streaks of light as the sun set. his features were sharp and smooth, and his frame strong and lean. so, in saying this, rowanclaw took extra care in ensuring his coat was always looking its best - if not, then what would the she-cats get to swoon over?
as the deputy slid carefully out of the den, a frown etched its way onto his handsome features. the day was still very new, and the sun was only just beginning to creep up into the sky, meaning in reality, rowanclaw could've stayed warm and comfortable for a few more moments. his attention was momentarily moved to the entrance to the camp, where rainstar and sagewhisker padded in with prey hanging from each of their jaws. rowanclaw's amber eyes widened in surprise at the sight, as it baffled him how these cats could wake up so early and not have looks of thunder smeared across their faces. the deputy considered going over to rainstar to ask him about setting up patrols, but then decided that he would do it without help today. if he were to prove that he was a worthy leader of the clan, then he needed to start taking matters into his own paws. rowanclaw scanned the sleepy camp, not managing to find very many cats available for patrols. with a slightly annoyed flick of his tail, the tom lowered his haunches to the ground and sighed, waiting for more cats to show themselves before making any further action to set up patrols.

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for a newleaf morning, the day was looking surprisingly glum. across the early morning sky, thick and dark clouds swam and curled over each other, creating an overcast-looking day. a stiff breeze managed to ruffle through sagewhisker's soft grey pelt, causing him to fluff it up in order to keep him from getting a chill. the older warrior stood atop a small, grassy hill, looking over a small forest. if sagewhisker were to travel through that forest, winding through the tall trees and leafy foliage, he would eventually find himself in breezeclan's camp. closing his warm yellow eyes, sagewhisker took in a deep breath, allowing himself a moment of calm in between the chaos of clan life. it had been fairly exhausting as of lately, with cats disappearing to lead their own lives and starclan acting as if they had ants crawling in their pelt. sagewhisker had to admit, he'd been feeling on edge for a while now, desperately trying to keep those close to him happy and healthy given the circumstances. as a tom who knew himself to be selfless, he had been so busy making sure everyone else was okay, he'd forgotten about himself. so, for that one slightly windy moment, sagewhisker sat down in peace, letting the sounds of the wild soothe him into relaxation.
however, it was named a 'moment' for a reason. because, just as the tom found himself at peace, his eyes snapped open and his ears darted quickly towards a loud cry emitting from the forest. immediately thinking the worst, sagewhisker swiftly galloped down the small hill, placing each small foot carefully on the grassy ground so as not to trip or lose his balance. the tom quickly reached the forest, and began darting effortlessly through the trunks of the trees - he was certainly not young, but that did not make him any less agile. sagewhisker's yellow gaze darted frantically through the forest, anxious to find the source of the cry and give his aid. his mind had quickly assumed that the cry had come from one of breezeclan's apprentices, and sagewhisker was not about to let one of his clanmates fall to peril. however, the tom felt his hackles lower and his breath return to a normal rate, when he saw the true source of the pained wail. cowering in the shade of a thick bush was an adolescent thrush, tenderly holding out it's wing. frowning, sagewhisker carefully motioned towards the injured bird, who although clearly panicked, made no effort to escape. while sagewhisker was always first to help out, he knew that one; there was no help for this bird, and two; there was no way he was going to waste this easy opportunity for prey. the helpless bird would certainly be better off this way, rather than suffering the tragedy of an injured wing. the lithe grey tom slid towards the black bird, pitifully ending it's life with a bite to the neck. after dipping his head to give his thanks to starclan, sagewhisker picked the thrush up between his jaws and carried it back to camp. just in front of him was rainstar, the clan's leader, who was also carrying prey in between his jaws - however, sagewhisker guessed that the tom had taken much more effort in catching his prey than the solid grey warrior had. open

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as morning light streamed into the den sparrow had learned to call her home, the molly let her leafy green eyes flutter open and welcome the gentle beams of sun. while sparrow knew some cats were repulsed by the thought of having to wake up early, sparrow found she didn't really mind it. the tabby and white molly hated laying around for too long, as it made her feel groggy and over-tired. plus, as a curious cat, it was usually hard for the molly to sit still for too long anyway.
sparrow was quick to her nimble white paws, although momentarily regretted the swift motion upwards as she almost lost her balance. blinking away the last scraps of sleep, sparrow allowed herself to scan the area, soft green orbs flicking over every little detail in the surroundings. the rest of the group was close by, to sparrow's content, some of which had woken and other who were still deep in slumber. sparrow thought better than to try to wake one of the sleeping cats; the molly knew that if someone woke her up for no strong reason, then she would not be pleased. instead, the she-cat opted to make conversation with one of the already risen members of the circle. sparrow had been a member of the circle for a while now, having previously been a loner. sparrow had to admit, sometimes she wondered what else was out there in the world that she hadn't discovered yet, but had decided that there was far too much for her to lose if she did disappear - she'd lose her friends, her safety, her comfort - but maybe, it was the loss of comfort that sparrow needed in her life to keep her satisfied. unfortunately for the molly, she was constantly torn between her curiosity and her dependence, a never-ending battle in which there was no winner. so, until the perfect opportunity came around for sparrow to continue on her adventure, she was content where she was.
after being stuck in her thoughts, sparrow had not realised where she had been putting her nimble white paws. the molly had absent-mindedly ambled over to directly in wren's way - wren being the incredibly large and just as intimidating tabby tom who helped lead the group. sparrow had mixed feelings about the muscular male; on one paw, he was cynical, cruel and deceptive, and sparrow never knew what he was thinking or what his intentions were. but, on the other paw, was this broken, misunderstood tom, who had the potential to melt hearts. however curious sparrow was to find out about that other half, she was much too nervous to ever try to find out about it.
unfortunately for her, sparrow had made it too obvious of her whereabouts. there was no way now that the she-cat could pivot on her heels and find somewhere else to go, without appearing rude to the leader. so, instead, sparrow took a deep breath and continued on her path to the centre of the camp, crouching down to pick up a thin mouse between her jaws. "good, ah, good sunrise wren," sparrow babbled, flicking her olive green gaze onto his pale yellow gaze. her heart immediately began to flutter; sparrow put this down to anxiety and intimidation, not thinking of what else it could be. "it's looking a bit measly," the cat continued, referring to the fresh-kill pile.

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Movement was stirring around camp as cats were awakening; Wren had always liked to watch as they seemingly appeared out of nowhere and stepped into camp. One, Rinmaru, respectfully dipped her head, to which he inclined his. Sometimes, it was hard for him to remember that he was a leader; when cats did things like that, it was more of a 'look at me, I'm loyal' than a greeting. He sighed, about to move away from the prey pile and try his luck at hunting when another she-cat padded up right next to him and grabbed a small mouse. She seemed tense as she turned her pretty olive gaze on him. "Good, ah, good sunrise, Wren," she said as she looked at him.

Wren could tell that she almost didn't want to talk to him; however, he was hovering about the prey pile, so of course she would feel just as obligated to greet him as Rinmaru had. "It's looking a bit measly," she continued, mirroring Wren's thoughts just a few moments before. A slight smirk curved his lips as he took her in; it was hard not to notice how pretty she was. He had always been a sucker for cats with a bit of white on them, and Sparrow's fit her very nicely. If she'd said something different, he might have twisted it into a flirt, but what was he supposed to say? You're not looking measly. No. Even with as socially inept as he was, Wren knew that'd be weird.

"Well, prey's not gonna catch itself," he said instead, watching her with careful yellow eyes. He flicked his tail, standing up. "Why don't you make your pretty paws useful and go on a hunt?" he asked. He knew it was mean. And degrading. He wasn't ever one to flirt nicely, and as it was, most she-cats just got offended or scared and went away anyways. If they all acted the same, why should he really care what the next one thought? He didn't care to include that he was going to hunt as well, because if he had, it would have changed the tone of his statement and therefore altered her response.

He looked at her with the utmost confidence, but Wren couldn't help but get that little prickle of nerves in his paws. As many times as he had said things like that to other cats, it wasn't like he didn't want them to like him; on the contrary, it would have been a nice change. He just needed someone to prove to him that it was worth it.
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Morningtail was frozen. She stared at the tom with wide pale blue eyes, trying to gather her thoughts, but it was kind of hard when she'd just smacked right into a complete stranger. It didn't help that he was handsome, either; he was tall, with dark, cloud-like fur. She slowly stood up, trying to blink off the daze that had come over her, but it was to no avail; her head was still pounding, her heart in her throat. She had known that crossing the border wasn't the best idea and yet she had gone for it anyways.

He let out a small, confused "Umm" sound, and he was giving her an odd look. She didn't blame him; it wasn't every day that a she-cat came flying out of the undergrowth and smashed into you at top speed. "Um, hi," she said, shifting her paws awkwardly. Get it together, she silently hissed at herself; what had gotten into her? Morningtail was usually okay at conversation. Even if the circumstances were rather odd, she should have been able to come up with something better than 'um, hi.' "I, uh... well... sorry for, ah, smashing into you," she spluttered. Had she really hit her head that hard? Dang. Perhaps she'd have to go see Daisyleaf when she got back.

Then, a sudden zing of fear twisted her stomach; what if this tom didn't let her go home? She was already crappy enough at fighting; from the looks of him, this stranger could probably pick her up like a kitten and drag her back to wherever he came from. He's not going to do that, she thought, but she wasn't so sure. Loners were unpredictable, and if he was a rogue, he probably most-definitely didn't have good intentions being so close to the clan's border. She probably should have pretended to be completely confident, stood up, and confronted him; after all, she did have a clan to back her up. Morningtail could have just told him that with one yowl, she could have an entire arsenal of cats at her paws.

Instead, after a moment's pause- out of all the intelligent things she could have said -she blurted out:

"I'm Morningtail."

[chaotic creativity]

☀︎ S I L V E R F L A M E
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[she-cat] [27 moons] [breezeclan] [warrior] [no crush] [no mate] [no kits] [in the forest] [no tagged]

silverflame curled her tail over her head as she padded across the camp. the pale dawn light made her yawn, but she shook her head. i need a few minutes to myself. why don't i go hunting? silverflame nodded at the thought, and padded out of camp. she rested her paw ever so lightly onto a leaf, and let the crunch release its pleasing sound into the forest. a pigeon shot out of a bush about two fox-lengths away, and silverflame shot forward. she leaped into the sky, claws outstretched, and she snagged them into the wing of the fluttering bird. dazed in surprise, the bird dropped from the sky like a stone. silverflame stood proudly over her catch, and watched as the life died out of the birds tiny black eyes. silverflame picked up her catch, and carried it over to the trunk of a large pine. she set it down, and scraped a mound of dead leaves over it. purring in delight, silver stream raced through the forest, letting the wind fly through her thick fur. she skidded to a stop, and dropped into a hunter's crouch as she neared the stream.

she stalks forward, her eyes glued to a juicy vole, and she shot forward like a dart. she threw the small creature into the air to stun it, and she slammed it onto the bank of the stream. she took the life of the vole, and carried it back to her pigeon. she snatched the piece of prey up, and trotted back to camp. dropping the prey on the pile, silverflame looked around the camp. she hoped to be called for patrol, and decided to curl in a sunny spot until she was called. silverflame stalked across the camp, and curled into a tight ball. she let her bushy tail rest onto her pitch black nose, and closed her light amber eyes. stars mingled with her vision until all she could see was the dark of the dream-world.


☁︎ F O X S N A R L
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[tom] [14 moons] [breezeclan] [warrior] [no crush] [no mate] [no kits] [in the camp] [no tagged]

foxsnarl twitched in his sleep, and a sudden sharp stab in his side made him roll over and open his eyes. with a grumble, the tom pulled a thorn out of his den. "why is there a thorn in my nest? he snarled as he spat the thorn out of a hole in the back wall of the warriors' den. he blinked his eyes as he stepped into the camp, the pale light of dawn that slowly strengthened, hurting his eyes. foxsnarl stretched his limbs, and frowned as a loud popping noise could be heard when he stretched out one of his forepaws. huh, i'm not that old. am i? the arrogant tom flicked his ears and strutted farther out into the clearing as if he owned the place. foxsnarl rolled his eyes as he spotted silverflame curled into a sunny spot, snoozing. shouldn't she be awake?

foxsnarl decided to let the she-cat get in trouble if she was caught sleeping, and strutted across the clearing and waited where all the cats gathered when the deputy organized the patrol. he turned his neck, and started licking the ruffled fur across his spine. as soon as his was satisfied with the gleam on his back, he lifted a paw. he stroked his tongue down his long limb, smoothing out the fur. he did the same to his other three legs, and lifted the first paws again. this time, he licked his pad and raised it to his face. he rubbed the wet paw across his face several times until he decided it was good enough. he then leaned his head down, and started to lick down his puffed out chest fur to give it the same gleam as his back.


❄︎ A D D E R
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[tom] [30 moons] [the circle] [the group] [no crush] [no mate] [no kits] [in the camp] [no tagged]

adder stepped out of his den and into the camp, a growl rising in his throat. what would he be doing today? who could he let his anger out on? deciding he couldn't hold it in any longer, adder stalked out of camp. he galloped across the territory until he reached one of the randomly marked borders. he hissed in frustration, and reared onto his hind paws. he swiped his claws blindly against the trunk of a tree, letting his claws shred the soft bark. he almost purred as the bark shredded off under his paws, but he stopped himself. all the anger from his kithood came back to him, how his mother had left him so suddenly, and never tried to love him. adder finally felt calm enough to go back to camp, and he dropped back down onto four paws.

he sped across the territory, and skidded to a halt as he neared the camp. the tom flexed his claws, and let the ice rise in his throat in case he had to fend off any questions. adder stepped gingerly into camp, and was glad when no cat asked where he had been. he stretched into a corner of camp, and let the sun dapple his back to make it look like he had stripes made of sunlight. not caring what went on around him, adder pressed his thin tail across his nose and eyes to block out the sunlight and smell of enticing prey.


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[she-cat] [25 moons] [the circle] [healer] [no crush] [no mate] [no kits] [in the camp] [no tagged]

marigold lifted a leaf of what she had been named for - marigold - and softly let the leaf drop into a pile of identical herbs. i just love sorting herbs. marigold sighed as the thought crossed her mind. she wondered if the slot for second healer was ever going to be filled, but she shrugged the thought off as she carefully picked up a pile of death berries in her paws. she always kept a pile of these in her stocks in case she needed to put a cat out of its misery, and he shuddered at the thought of killing off one of her circle-mates. muttering softly to herself, marigold piled up the poppy seeds. ever so softly, she set them back into the store. then, the marigold leaves went in. then yarrow.

marigold started listing the herbs and their benefits, and then listed the diseases and their symptoms, and then how to treat specific injuries to get to her mid off of the death berries that rested in the back of her store. marigold couldn't stand the thought of death, and never would be able to. tossing her head, marigold stuck her paws into the store to push the pile of yarrow into its spot. "done!" she purred lightly to herself, and stepped to where her nest was. deciding no cat needed her help, marigold curled into her nest to take a nap as she hadn't slept during the night while she sorted herbs by moonlight. she had found it easier to sort herbs at night so no cat disturbed her with the awkward thorn or sprain so she had to pull out the herbs again. shoving the thoughts out of her mind, marigold leather eyes drift closed. she hoped to dream of starclan, but never said this aloud as the circle wasn't supposed to believe if starclan. marigold didn't care, as she was raised to believe in their ancestors, and would never quit believing in them.

[messenger]

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gender. tom age. 30 moons rank successor location just outside the circle's border tagged. morningtail


Nimbus was so, so confused. He almost couldn't distinguish left from right anymore. There was so many things going through his mind. He couldn't decide whether this molly was a clan cat, a loner, or a rogue. The thing is, she seems to be far away from the clan to be a clan cat, if she were a loner he'd know about it, and if she were a rogue he'd definitely know about it. All of them seemed to be unlikely. And even if she were any of those, he didn't what the heck to do about. Well, he did, but that doesn't mean he wants to. But to add to the large tom's confusion, the pale grey tabby has the audacity to say 'hi' to a cat that might very well have bad intentions. Not that Nimbus himself has bad intentions- but still.

The large black and white cat could only stay silent as the she-cat spluttered her apology. He was currently having a battle of what he should do, even though there was already an obvious winner. "You are..." The tom hesitated, "forgiven." He felt like grinding his teeth together, or maybe flee. Either seemed better than standing and casting a look of bewilderment at the other.

"I'm Morningtail." Oh. Oh. This was a clan cat. This statement brought a cocktail of mixed emotions with it. He decided whether or not to be nervous, angered, or just blank, and blank seemed the way to go. The dark thought of what he should be doing, what any other rogue would be doing came drifting into his mind. They'd be picking the fur from their teeth by now, or would have dragged her back to the circle's camp. But Nimbus couldn't do either, he just could not find it in himself to do such a wretched act.

The rogue licked his lips, shifting his paw as he did so. "Morningtail? A clan cat, huh?" Nimbus glanced around him as if the whole clan were here and ready to pounce on him. "Aren't you a bit far from home?" He decided maybe intimidating the molly would send her home and hopefully she wouldn't run into another rogue, for he doubts they would let her off like he did. Nimbus puffed his chest and began to circle the grey tabby, flicking his tail. "It can be dangerous out here. You never know when someone could rip the pretty tail of yours off."

[rockett.]

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rowanclaw did not feel like getting up. it was as simple as that; he was warm, he was comfortable, and he wanted to stay that way. not to mention how tired he was from the previous day of making sure the clan ran smoothly and keeping everyone in check. the tom figured he shouldn't really be complaining, as he had chosen to pursue this way of life, so he had no right to moan about it. however, the moaning was only in his head - he would never express to anyone else such displeasure. so, after mentally preparing himself, rowanclaw peeled his eyes open, immediately snapping them shut as a reflex against the light that had flooded into his gaze. taking another moment, rowanclaw managed to keep his eyes open and haul his slender body upwards, quickly arching his muscled back into a stretch and widening his mouth in an open yawn. after flicking his ears in the direction of the den entrance and hearing little activity, rowanclaw decided to take the opportunity to groom himself while his body woke up. rowanclaw, being the tom that he was, would not be slow to admit his physical appeal; his fur was soft, short and sleek, meaning it was never knotted or mangled like the fur of a long-haired cat could be. the colouring was a deep red colour, like the crunchy leaf-fall leaves, or the streaks of light as the sun set. his features were sharp and smooth, and his frame strong and lean. so, in saying this, rowanclaw took extra care in ensuring his coat was always looking its best - if not, then what would the she-cats get to swoon over?
as the deputy slid carefully out of the den, a frown etched its way onto his handsome features. the day was still very new, and the sun was only just beginning to creep up into the sky, meaning in reality, rowanclaw could've stayed warm and comfortable for a few more moments. his attention was momentarily moved to the entrance to the camp, where rainstar and sagewhisker padded in with prey hanging from each of their jaws. rowanclaw's amber eyes widened in surprise at the sight, as it baffled him how these cats could wake up so early and not have looks of thunder smeared across their faces. the deputy considered going over to rainstar to ask him about setting up patrols, but then decided that he would do it without help today. if he were to prove that he was a worthy leader of the clan, then he needed to start taking matters into his own paws. rowanclaw scanned the sleepy camp, not managing to find very many cats available for patrols. with a slightly annoyed flick of his tail, the tom lowered his haunches to the ground and sighed, waiting for more cats to show themselves before making any further action to set up patrols.

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for a newleaf morning, the day was looking surprisingly glum. across the early morning sky, thick and dark clouds swam and curled over each other, creating an overcast-looking day. a stiff breeze managed to ruffle through sagewhisker's soft grey pelt, causing him to fluff it up in order to keep him from getting a chill. the older warrior stood atop a small, grassy hill, looking over a small forest. if sagewhisker were to travel through that forest, winding through the tall trees and leafy foliage, he would eventually find himself in breezeclan's camp. closing his warm yellow eyes, sagewhisker took in a deep breath, allowing himself a moment of calm in between the chaos of clan life. it had been fairly exhausting as of lately, with cats disappearing to lead their own lives and starclan acting as if they had ants crawling in their pelt. sagewhisker had to admit, he'd been feeling on edge for a while now, desperately trying to keep those close to him happy and healthy given the circumstances. as a tom who knew himself to be selfless, he had been so busy making sure everyone else was okay, he'd forgotten about himself. so, for that one slightly windy moment, sagewhisker sat down in peace, letting the sounds of the wild soothe him into relaxation.
however, it was named a 'moment' for a reason. because, just as the tom found himself at peace, his eyes snapped open and his ears darted quickly towards a loud cry emitting from the forest. immediately thinking the worst, sagewhisker swiftly galloped down the small hill, placing each small foot carefully on the grassy ground so as not to trip or lose his balance. the tom quickly reached the forest, and began darting effortlessly through the trunks of the trees - he was certainly not young, but that did not make him any less agile. sagewhisker's yellow gaze darted frantically through the forest, anxious to find the source of the cry and give his aid. his mind had quickly assumed that the cry had come from one of breezeclan's apprentices, and sagewhisker was not about to let one of his clanmates fall to peril. however, the tom felt his hackles lower and his breath return to a normal rate, when he saw the true source of the pained wail. cowering in the shade of a thick bush was an adolescent thrush, tenderly holding out it's wing. frowning, sagewhisker carefully motioned towards the injured bird, who although clearly panicked, made no effort to escape. while sagewhisker was always first to help out, he knew that one; there was no help for this bird, and two; there was no way he was going to waste this easy opportunity for prey. the helpless bird would certainly be better off this way, rather than suffering the tragedy of an injured wing. the lithe grey tom slid towards the black bird, pitifully ending it's life with a bite to the neck. after dipping his head to give his thanks to starclan, sagewhisker picked the thrush up between his jaws and carried it back to camp. just in front of him was rainstar, the clan's leader, who was also carrying prey in between his jaws - however, sagewhisker guessed that the tom had taken much more effort in catching his prey than the solid grey warrior had. open

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sparrow felt some of her initial tension ease off as the tom gave her a gentle smile; he was less intimidating when he looked kind. if the tom's features were to show his usual face of thunder, sparrow's unease would most likely have increased instead. "well, prey's not gonna catch itself," the tom said in reply to the molly's previous statement. what he said was true; the cats of the circle all took part in providing for each other, whether that be hunting or fighting, much like she had heard the clan cats did. the fresh-kill pile would only not be measly if those in the circle hunted and caught the prey.
"why don't you make your pretty paws useful and go on a hunt?" sparrow frowned for a moment, confused at wren's comment. the she-cat couldn't tell if the tom was just being smart, or genuinely ordering the molly to round up some other circle members and go hunting. "well i can see who else is awake and prepared to go out for a catch or two, and then we..." sparrow let herself trail off, leafy green eyes watching the tom look all too cocky with himself. what sparrow had guessed was a leader's order, had really been his attempt at a flirt. "oh," she began again, trying to figure out how on earth she was meant to reply to such a comment. the molly pondered for a moment, before deciding to do something she'd never even dared to do before - flirt back. "i'd love to, wren - but only if you're willing to take me," sparrow replied, a glint of exhilaration flashing in her green eyes. she'd never done anything like this before, and it was certainly exciting.