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    Plot-
    This thread is about Squirrelflight, Ashfur, and Brambleclaw. Though, Squirrelflight doesn't love Brambleclaw instead of not loving Ashfur. In this time of crushed emotions Brambleclaw insists he's better than Ashfur and struggles to get Squirrelflight's attention. Though, Squirrelflight chooses Ashfur instead of him. Brambleclaw couldn't handle his feelings for her. He had to love Squirrelflight, and she had to love him. So, while Ashfur hunts, he's attacked by Brambleclaw and killed. This thread also has another difference in the Warriors series. Leafpool never loved Crowfeather, so Squirrelflight never had to take care of her kits. But, even so, she had a secret hidden from Brambleclaw as he hid his secret. She was carrying Ashfur's kits, not his. {By this time I will find roleplayers to roleplay the kits.}
    So, with that said, I now need one roleplayer for Ashfur and one roleplayer for Brambleclaw. Once Ashfur had been killed that roleplayer will no longer be posting on this thread. Also, after this I will need two kits. They will have to resemble Ashfur in a way, while resembling Squirrelflight. You may pm me if you'd like to reserve one of these spots. As for Brambleclaw and Ashfur just post a picture of them above-- not a drawing. Remember, this is semi-advanced. You don't need three paragraphs, but at least one paragraph will do. Post Meow somewhere on your first post to make sure you read this.


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    The usual morning chorus had begun, filling the air with the sweet sounds of daylight. Early-to-rise birds belted out their harmonious songs, their voices kissing the soft breeze that had decided to join in, pressing its hushed whispers through the tall tree leaves, adding a rustic rustle to the song. Beyond the forest, the sun had just broken over the mountain horizon, painting the clouds breathtaking hues of gold, pink and orange, setting its canvas of sky ablaze.
    Despite the music that was being made, the camp remained silent and still, oblivious to the harmonious racket being made around their ravine. The sunlight just manages to reach over the trees and touch the brilliant brown pelt of Eastwind, setting it on fire. Her appearance is rather ghostly. Tail wavering behind her blindingly bright flank. Her whiskers twitched with amusement as she spotted the rest of her patrol. "Good morning." The she-cats crystal-clear voice penetrates and shatters the still air like glass. Her fluffy tail sways lazily behind her, and though her ears flicker towards stray sounds, her eyes are ever locked on her mate

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    (I'll find a pic later and meow :))


    Ashfur let out a loud, rumbling purr, pressing his nose in Squirrelflight's shoulder fur. "How was hunting, my sweet?" He questioned, almost silently, through the bundle of fur. The tom's nose filled with the crisp, foresty scent of Squirrelflight, and his spirits lifted. Ashfur had only caught a tiny sparrow that was only skin and bones, but it didn't really matter. He'd had the chance to talk with Brambleclaw, and he felt closer to him.

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    Squirrelflight felt a blush come to her cheeks, which was thankfully invisible thanks to her fur. "Oh, it was great. I at least caught a mouse. Better than nothing." She purred. She smiled at him thoughtfully. "Nothing compared to your catch. I heard you glided through the air like a hawk to catch that sparrow!" she mewed. She blinked her green orbs warmly at the tom.

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    "We'll..that was nothing," The young tom objected modestly. "The sparrow's skin and bones, so...anyways, wanna head back to camp?" Ashfur turned one paw in the direction of camp. "I've combed through the whole forest. Couldn't find another wiff of fresh-kill, really."

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    The warrior stood silently in the background, jaws occupied with a plump blackbird and two voles- an impressive haul. Even though he couldn't squeeze out a single meow at the moment, his eyes pleaded with the she-cat, some longing for her love hidden in his irises.
    'Squirrelflight... Compliment me, instead. I caught something better than his scrawny bag of bones. Please- insult it, even! Playfully, like you always do.'
    His ears were lowered with pain and sadness, it hurt so bad to watch them together, to watch Ashfur be so affectionate with his rightful she-cat. Squirrelflight and him, Brambleclaw, they would've been perfect together.
    It was driving him crazy, and he feared that someday he'd lose his mind.

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    Squirrelflight laughed. "Look, i'm trying to make the sparrow look better than it is." She purred, releasing him as she turned her head in the direction the camp was. "I know we can't get much prey now a days." Her bright eyes flickered over to Brambleclaw, giving him a small look of affection. She knew it was wrong to admit, but she'd always thing the tom was handsome before she got together with Ashfur. She'd always imagine him next to her. She turned her head towards Ashfur, just incase he got the wrong idea. "Then lets go." She mewed.

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    Ashfur began at a slow trot, trying his best to keep pace with Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight. Deep down, the tom wanted to sprint away, run laps around trees, but he kept his small trotting paws going a normal pace. The catching of the sparrow had exhilarated him, and it was hard to keep his energy bottled up. "I hear there'll be new apprentices soon," He called back, trying to start up a conversation. "Maybe I'll get one."

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    Squirrelflight shrugged, stopping immediately, her ears flickering to the left where the grass moved ever so slightly. They scent of mouse drifted to her as she began to leap, looking like a streak of fire against the forest, a bit like her father, Firestar. She plunged into a wall of ferns, her claws sinking deep into the mouse, mewing in pure pleasure by her catch. The mouse was plump, biggest catch she'd seen by far. She padded back to the toms, pride swelling in her chest. "Dumb mouse." She meowed, though muffled by the fur.

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    Ashfur dropped his sparrow onto the pile and immediately let loose a large, gaping-jawed yawn, ending it with a sigh. The grey flecked tom stroked his tail downward on Squirrelflight's flanks, turning a blind eye to the beckoning from his friend he always ate with. "Hey, Squirrelflight, are you going back out hunting or do you want to share something?" He thought nothing of only the tiny sparrow he managed to catch, only the idea of spending time with his beloved she-cat.

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    "Good catch!" he meowed all-too-enthusiastically around his own, before Ashfur could get the chance. "That was perfect technique." he added, smiling kindly even with his mouth full of prey, which he deposited with the others.
    He never understood why Squirrelflight chose Ashfur instead of him.
    He was kind, smart- handsome, even, if he flattered himself enough. Who wouldn't want a cat like him?
    On the other hand, he'd always seen the fiery she-cat give him quick looks, as if she harbored something for him too.
    'Then choose me, you mouse-brain. You beautiful, lovely mouse-brain.'

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    Squirrelflight's green eyes flickered over to Ashfur, purring with thanks in response to his compliments. "Thank you, Brambleclaw." She mewed. She stared at the tom a little more, her eyes soft. She'd always thought of him as a wonderful tom, though she was with Ashfur, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like with him instead. She turned towards Ashfur, nodding in acknowledgment. "I'm pretty hungry. I'd love to share with you."

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    "That's great!" Ashfur purred, kneading the ground with his claws. "You pick." The tom stole a glance at Brambleclaw, trying to search his eyes. A minute ago, he was looking at Squirrelflight with...was it love? Admiration?

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    As his gaze met Ashfur's, the tom let out a sickly-sweet smile that he hoped didn't look too fake. He just wanted to rip that cat's stupid head off-
    Wait, what?
    He couldn't think like that about his clanmate.
    To avoid more bitter thoughts from infesting his mind, he averted his gaze, melting when they caught sight of fiery-orange fur. Squirrelflight always made him feel better, except for when she was with that fox-heart Ashfur. What a joke.

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    Squirrelflight nodded, pawing threw the prey pile, her tail curling with thought. She rolled out a squirrel with her paw, big enough to share, though scrawny. The upcoming leaf bare had made most prey thin. Though, the air had yet to change to cold, and the sun bathed the camp with warmth, making her fur glisten, looking like fire. She turned to Ashfur, her ear twitching as she stared at him. She could see Brambleclaw in the background, giving a smile, that almost looked fake. It was like a silent conversation, even though Ashfur only took a glance towards the brown tom.

    The tom quickly averted his gaze, looking back to Squirrelflight. "Looks delicious!" He mewed with a fake purr, feeling his hollow belly rumble. The horrible thing was scrawny. Leafbare was incredibly hard, and Ashfur couldn't wait for it to be replaced with newleaf. He motioned her ahead with his tail.

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    Squirrelflight nodded and took a small bite. The squirrel was very distasteful, though the prey pile was small enough to barely feed the whole camp, she took another bite and passed it to Ashfur. She didn't want to go hungry, because if she did she wouldn't have the strength to hunt, and the clan needed the extra prey. She let out a sigh, obviously not pleased by how the prey tasted now a days. Her claws scratched the surface of the ground with contemplation, tuning out the other cats a little to think.

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    Brambleclaw looked at them sharing with disdain, ears pinned against his head. Why did they choose that scrawny thing? Why couldn't Squirrelflight choose his catch? It would've been a small bit of reassurance and relief.
    The tom picked something without looking, lip curling in a half-snarl when he identified it as Ashfur's stupid catch. He ripped some of it apart with his claws, then feeling guilty he was being so wasteful and started to slowly pluck the feathers off what remained.

    Ashfur took a slightly smaller chop out of the squirrel than Squirrelflight, wincing at the unmistakable taste of wood. "Have the twolegs been at this squirrel?" He asked himself silently, shaking his head. No. The twolegs knew not to mess with woodlife.

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    Squirrelflight looked up, finally realizing her claws had fully sunken into the ground while thinking. Her eyes were watching outside of camp, as though expecting something. "I don't know about it. It's pretty distasteful to me, like every piece of prey now." She murmured quietly. After hearing herself she felt a bit bad for sounding like a complaining kit. She really shouldn't complain, prey was prey. She turned her head towards Brambleclaw, seeing him tear at his prey. "Are you alright?" She asked, her tail whisking around her.

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    the tom turned and stared at brambleclaw as well, looking down at the torn sparrow at the brown tabby's paws. what is the matter with him? ashfur wondered, flicking his tail. he was perfectly fine when i was hanging out with him earlier. the grey tom shrugged and pushed his squirrel towards squirrelflight again.


    {let me know if the lowercase typing bothers you :3}