❝ LUNARCLAN ❞ ✘ ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ | ʳᵒˡᵉᵖˡᵃʸ |

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    [i][b]THE OFFICIAL ROLEPLAY THREAD[/fancypost]

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    [b]WELCOME

    to the roleplay thread for lunarclan! if you are a member feel free to hop in. if you'd like to join, the sign-up thread will be linked below. remember to have fun! let's make this a positive experience for every member c:


    sign-up thread


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    MENTORS & APPRENTICES


    iciclepaw ➳ lizardfang
    silentpaw ➳ bisontail
    jaypaw ➳ larkjaw




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    SEASON newleaf
    WEATHER cloudy with light rain
    LUNAR PHASE waxing gibbous
    CLAN MOOD content

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#fff; border:none; width:160px; height:180px; margin-right:10px; margin-top:10px; margin-bottom:10px; padding:0px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:160px; height:180px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:150px; min-height:180px; padding:0px; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; color:#bbb; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:.5px; font-size:10px; margin-top:2px;]The tender pitter-patter of rain against the musky earth awoke the leader, causing the grand tom to lift his head in curiosity. His amber orbs were lazily squinted with sleep while his impressive maw parted in a yawn. Booming thunder in the distance came as a slight surprise, albeit not enough to make the brute flinch. He twitched his whiskers in thought, schedules for the day buzzing through his mind. This is often what he did when he rose, never finding time to simply relax. He was the figure that the clan looked up to.




    Cinderstar reluctantly placed his four paws underneath his heavy bodice, pushing his sore muscles until he stood. Yesterday's fall from a tree had left a few bruises, but nothing he couldn't handle. He quietly walked out from the small cave that fabricated his den, gazing around the empty camp with content. The sun was barely beginning to rise, a dim illumination engulfing the surface to a point where his pupils barely had to strain themselves. The tom halted at the stream that ran through the middle of their camp; one of the multiple flows of water that fueled the lake.




    He slowly crouched down, allowing his tongue to lap at the icy liquid. The intensity of the chill was enough to shake him awake, crushing any remaining drowsiness that lingered within his cranium. Had a rustling in the bushes not distracted him the tom would have returned to his den. An unimpressed expression overtook his visage, plume beginning to lash in annoyance. "I told you not to sneak out at night." He hissed toward the vegetation.




    A fluffy tail popped out from the brush, pausing for a moment until a young temptress exposed herself from her concealed position.




    "I thought I saw a mouse in the middle of camp and I wanted to catch it. I was tracking it for so long that I lost sight of the camp. I then wandered a bit. I'm lucky to have even found my way back!"




    "Lucky, sure." He tossed his eyes. "Don't do it again, Fawnpoppy. You're not safe by yourself out there." Cinderstar warned, dipping his head toward the nursery. "As your punishment I'd like for you to find new bedding for Lilytail. Maybe pick up something Palekit could play with. Make sure this task is done before sunhigh." And with that he dismissed her, blocking out any complaints she might be muttering to herself. For now he was focused on brainstorming patrols for the day.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:8px solid #fff; width:120px; height:90px; margin-top:20px; background:url(http://imgur.com/4hj1Tjd.jpg) center; background-size:cover;][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#fff; border:none; width:160px; height:180px; margin-right:10px; margin-top:10px; margin-bottom:10px; padding:0px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:160px; height:180px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:150px; min-height:180px; padding:0px; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; color:#bbb; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:.5px; font-size:10px; margin-top:2px;]"Do you think he really likes me? I know if I so as mention his name to Fawnpoppy she'll make it her life's goal to steal him away." She mumbled. The shaman was laying in a grassy field, a ghostly pale she-cat beside her. The apparition was flicking her tail in thought until she eventually lightened Goldenpaw with a reassuring smile.




    "My sister is many things but she is nothing compared to you. My advice is to let him go. You're so young and beautiful with a spectacular life ahead of you. Why waste your energy concerning yourself with one stinky tom when the whole clan is counting on you? If true love is in your future, it won't leave you guessing. You'll just... Know."




    The soothing meow of the divine goddess was like a sweet harmony to her ears. Goldenpaw's throat began to rumble with a purr, her head bumping against the older she-cat's cheek.




    "Goldenpaw," The mysterious feline gazed into the distance, a morose expression conquering her visage.




    Thunder roaring beyond the mountains woke the apprentice from her peaceful slumber. Goldenpaw's crown popped into the air, pupils widened in disbelief. An empty seed of despair blossomed deep inside her stomach, leaving her with a nauseous feeling. Sharing tongues with the ancestors left her with emptiness the moment reality slapped her in the face. It was all a dream, just like it always was. Releasing a small huff, the lovely tabby brought herself to her paws in order to sniff around the den.




    All their herbs were tightly wound in leaf packages, although now that spring arrived it would be time to take them from their bundles to store them in the crevices dug out around the den. There was no doubt she would accompany Brightberry on an herb hunt later in the day. After taking inventory that was normally the outcome. She glanced behind her at the sleeping calico, curled up in the nest beside her own. Shaking the remaining reflections clear from her brain, she began to make her way out of the den.




    Goldenpaw approached the edge of the cliff that overlooked the main camp, taking a seat on the tip. The wind picked up behind her, blowing her long fur in the wrong direction. Was this what her father had to go through every clan meeting? She'd never noticed how drafty is was atop the small cliff.




    The clearing below her became busy after the sun had woken a chunk of her clanmates. She peered at them all, head tilted slightly to the right in curiosity. Would anyone bring them breakfast? Sometimes their loving clanmates brought both her and Brightberry a morsel to eat in the morning. It was their way of appreciating the shaman's work. Goldenpaw never did much except organize and treat simple cuts. It was Brightberry who did the hard work whenever a serious case came in. Goldenpaw never felt ready for serious scenarios, her insecurities getting the best of her.




    The aroma of rain grew stronger by the passing second. Sickeningly dark storm clouds in the distance promised a downpour to fall upon LunarClan. The reign of newleaf showers was about to begin.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:8px solid #fff; width:120px; height:90px; margin-top:20px; background:url(http://imgur.com/9wp9Ktb.jpg) center; background-size:cover;][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#fff; border:none; width:160px; height:180px; margin-right:10px; margin-top:10px; margin-bottom:10px; padding:0px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:160px; height:180px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:150px; min-height:180px; padding:0px; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; color:#bbb; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:.5px; font-size:10px; margin-top:2px;]Sultry oracles observed the large grazing mammals from a safe distance, careful not to startle the peaceful creatures. It was that time of the year again when they returned to the clan's territory, enjoying the warmer weather like any sane creature would do. This was her first time seeing the gentle giants up close, and she was utterly fascinated. Who would have thought to eat grass? Maybe I should try that...




    It was in her nature to watch. It was in her nature to scrutinize every detail. This was how she learned about the world around her. Experience? No, that was for fools who wanted to risk their lives. A cat who learned from experience would charge up to the herd of herbivores, while an observer such as herself would simply learn from someone else's mistakes. Besides, if she got any closer to the hooved creatures there was a chance of them splashing mud onto her beautiful pelage. Nothing would ever bribe her into getting her pelt dirty.




    When the sky's colors grew from ebony to azure it was apparent she'd be running late. In a slight panic she backed away from the caribou, fearful of the consequences that awaited her. Last time she was caught she had to go on a border patrol. Fawnpoppy on border patrol? It had been a disaster for everyone. She knew Cinderstar would put her to work, and she could only imagine what sadistic punishments he had in store. Removing ticks from every cat in the clan? Assisting Brightberry with picking herbs? Cleaning out the elder's den?! She shivered at the thought. The clan knew she hated contributing to a working society even when her skills rivaled those of her clanmates.




    Fawnpoppy bounced through the forest on dainty paws, her breathing heavy from the foreign effort. When was the last time she ran? Oh, yes -- never. She was a fan of taking her time, no matter how pressured she felt. This was different than the whining from her clanmates. This was her laziness at stake! The familiar scent of multiple felines hit her nostrils, the cliff coming into sight shortly after. She dove into a nearby bush, crawling on her belly to get past the sole cat in the camp's clearing.




    She wasn't as stealthy as she hoped, for Cinderstar did not hesitate to address her.




    "I told you not to sneak out at night."




    Busted! The vixen froze prior to stepping out from her green cover. "I thought I saw a mouse in the middle of camp and I wanted to catch it. I was tracking it for so long that I lost sight of the camp. I then wandered a bit. I'm lucky to have even found my way back!" Was that the best lie she could think of? No, but she was exhausted from her exercise so give her a break! She flashed Cinderstar a sheepish glance before swiftly averting her olive eyes back to the soil.




    "Lucky, sure. Don't do it again, Fawnpoppy. You're not safe by yourself out there. As your punishment I'd like for you to find new bedding for Lilytail. Maybe pick up something Palekit could play with. Make sure this task is done before sunhigh."




    "That's not fair!" She growled in protest. By the way the tom's head turned away she could tell he wasn't going to hear her. Grumbling insults under her breath, Fawnpoppy dragged her feet toward the area in which the warriors slept. Some found trees to snooze in while others made their nests under the thick shrubbery surrounding the vicinity. Her feathery nest sat between a fallen log and a boulder located behind a popular nesting choice for her fellow clan members.




    She was forced to step over a few of her clanmates, extremely careful not to wake them. After the ruddy princess jumped over Deerspring she felt her paws trip over a second body. She fell with a mew of shock, landing roughly on her side. "Sorry!" She squeaked, lifting her head to see who exactly had purposely tripped her. Lizardfang, the prickly tom who was most likely secretly an elder that possessed devilishly handsome looks. "Oh --" Her ears lowered to an akimbo position, awaiting the yelling that the grumpy cat was bound to throw at her.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:8px solid #fff; width:120px; height:90px; margin-top:20px; background:url(http://imgur.com/XeLTxDq.jpg) center; background-size:cover;][/fancypost]
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    IC « The fresh smell of soaked earth slowly found it's way around the camp and into the elders den and wakng an elder. BlueStream took in the scent of the newly soaked eath right away, oh how he loved the smell it was as if the eath itself had been reborn in one night. Now wating for new paw prints to be created. He slowly opened his left eye and lifted his head slighty to cross his paws over each other just to llay his head on top, he then proceeded to open the other letting them adjust to the bit of light he could see coming from outside. BlueStream let out a large relaxed yawned his left ear flicking slightly towards the leaders small punishment to FawnPoppy for sneaking out again, at this he smiled and sighed, slowly raising his head the rest of his body fallowing soon after. He crouched down and extended his front paws foward to stretch his stiff limbs relaxing them, he then slowly paded to the exit of the den and sat down letting the fresh scent of the wet earth beneath him fill his nostils as he watched the rain fall peacfully over the camp. He looked back to the damp den towards his beding and sighed " I will have to request new beding soon...With my old age and the rainy new leaf season, comes cold rainy days I honestly do not enjoy"he stated to nobody in paticuler. »


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    ahh, there truly was nothing better than hunting. deerspring let her body fall low to the ground, skillfully hidden by tall grass. ahead ate a fat, juicy hare-- pale brown in coloring with beady black eyes. down wind of the fat prey, the scent alone had the small shecat's mouth watering, eager to bite into it. continuing forward at a steady pace, she sprung forward, bursting from the grass and practically on top of the rabbit. bringing a quick bite to the back of the critters neck, deerspring was about to take a bite--
    " watch where you're going, bumbling around like a moon old kit, " deerspring's dream was interrupted by an all to familiar groaning, which lead to a leg straying to her littermates backside in a quick motion as result. met with a growl, she turned over onto her other side, hoping to loose herself in her dream once more. her utter refusal to admit consciousness was a fruitless battle, as her brother irritable muttering grew louder and then distant.
    rise and shine the tortoiseshell thought blandly. bringing herself on all four paws, she stretched, waiting for the satisfying pop to ring before opening her eyes. glancing at fawnpoppy, she offered an apologetic smile, hoping to convey that she needn't feel bad about what lizardfang had said. he was a grouch to everyone, no need to get hurt over it.
    she bent down to begin grooming herself, eager to get cleaned up and make her dream a reality. that fat hare had smelt so wonderful, a hare would be caught today, she vowed this silently. taking the rain into account however, and she grew a little put off. the prospect of catching rabbit diminished if they were underground, hidden in warm burrows.
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    truthfully, he'd been up for awhile already. with not much sleep to his name, lizardfang had been irritated since before the sun's light brightened the sky. well, as much as it can be brightened, rain pitted and pattered against the earth, clouds casting a shadow over the land. many things had been swimming in and out of his mind, the upcoming day for example. before he'd known it, night turned to day and he was expected to be up and productive soon. he closed his eye in vain, irritation slowly growing by the second at his inability to drift off. maybe that was a good thing, however,
    suddenly being tripped was less annoying than suddenly being tripped on while asleep. eyes flashing opening, the fell to the culprit who had just 'awoken' him. starclan would've heard him if that had been the case, so lucky them and the entire camp. with growl, he opened his eyes to glare at fawnpoppy in annoyance " watch where you're going, bumbling around like a moon old kit ."
    almost instantaneously, he felt a sharp kick to his back, and turn to growl at deerspring. much to his annoyance, she merely flipped onto her side, bent on sleeping for as long as possible. standing, he shook his ruddy red fur out, casting one last irritable look fawnpoppy's direction before beginning to stalk off. mumbling a string of groans and complaints, he resisted the urge to kick deerspring. that'd wake her up he thought, before deciding against it.
    may starclan let him find sleep tonight, otherwise he might be even worse tomorrow. standing after stalking off a bit, he stood doing nothing, blankly trying to figure out what to do first. maybe find iciclepaw? or maybe eat? neither option really appealed to him, and the clan wasn't fully awake yet anyway. he sat down, silently brooding from a number of thins.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    There was nothing quite like sinking your claws into the flesh of your prey, and certainly on this particular morning Larkjaw was enjoying the sensation particularly more animatedly than usual. Which is to say, not very animatedly at all, but certainly more than one would normally expect from the tomcat. This one would be for his sister, he decided, staring down at his kill for a brief moment before he began scraping at the dirt to cover his catch until he returned to collect it once he was done with the hunt. He wondered silently how the rest of the morning hunting patrol was doing, and whether they had been having as much luck (he hoped they were having more, honestly, because that sparrow had been the only decent piece of prey he'd spotted out and about in this weather). And on that note, a drop of rain fell directly onto his nose as coincidences would have it, and the normally stoic tomcat sneezed, of all things. Thank the ancestors nobody had been present or he'd never hear the end of it. Inwardly he wondered if his sister had been wise enough to accept the meal he had asked Sunfeather to bring to her this morning, or if she pulled her usual stubborn routine of claiming she could still hunt for herself. He had already acknowledged this to be true, but he was concerned about the kits, and didn't really want her to be doing overly strenuous activity. In order to prove that her kits were nothing like the illicit tryst she had had with that strange rogue he'd seen around a few times he would need to make sure she understood she had to be the perfect mother, and although he dealt with stress well, he couldn't safely say the attitudes of some of his clanmates to her pregnancy did not worry him at all.
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    The steady but light falling of rain served as a quiet and gentle alarm for the sleeping warrior curled up within a bramble thicket on the edges of LunarClan's camp. A few more warriors made this natural, plant-formed dome their resting place, the sounds of their snores and rhythmic breathing almost drowning out the pitter-patter of the raindrops.
    Rain meant new-leaf was on its way, but the ghosts of leaf-bare still clung to the forest; namely, in the weakening structure of the bramble den's roof. A tiny hole had been worn away, weakened by the great weight of the snows that had settled upon it during the last season, and now a single drop of rain had wiggled its way through the gap and fell, coming to a splashing, screeching halt onto a grey tom's exposed nose.




    With a start, Stonemask sat up in his nest, rudely awakened by the cold, wet sensation that had spread across his nose. Blinking sleep from his pale, icy blue eyes, the tom turned his gaze upwards towards the ceiling, where he could see the tiniest of gaps between the brambles. Flat gray sky greeted Stonemask that morning, and the warrior was both happy and displeased with the change in weather. Rain meant it was finally warming up, and no more snow would fall from the sky, a welcome blessing; but rain presented its own set of challenges, and Stonemask had no doubt the transition into new-leaf would be a difficult one.




    Well, he was awake now, with no hope of going back to the land of dreams knowing the den would only continue to leak, so Stonemask heaved himself to his paws. He pushed out past the greedy bramble tendrils and out into the open, not even pausing to give his multi-hued grey pelt a look over before hand; the plush fur was surprisingly low maintenance, rarely tangling during even the most restless sleep.




    Although he wasn't the first to awaken, Stonemask certainly wasn't the last: one of the Clan's elders, Bluestream was up and about, exiting the elder's den from the cliffside above; the ruddy tom Lizardfang had helped himself to a seat outside another of the shared warrior sleeping spaces, a classic, irritated look gracing his features; and last but certainly not least was the figurehead of LunarClan, a face Stonemask had known for quite some time now: Cinderstar.
    His gaze couldn't help but fall on the large, striped tom standing alone in the center of camp, a mask of concentration already present on the leader's face. Typical Cinderstar, Stonemask thought wryly, the smallest ghost of a smile lifting up the corner of the marbled grey tom's lips. With no other plans set for the morning, the younger warrior padded up to his leader, dipping his head in a respectful gesture as he approached.




    His less respectful, humor-filled words were quiet, meant for Cinderstar's ears only; Stonemask had a reputation to uphold, after all. If he weren't respectful towards LunarClan's leader, how could he expect others to follow in turn? But these two had a bit of a special relation, going back to when Stonemask was a -paw fresh out of the nursery. "Looks like you're thinking awfully hard there; trying to figure out how to stop the rain, Cinderstar?" Stonemask joked quietly to his old mentor and friend, his gaze flickering to the ominous-looking storm clouds that had appeared on the horizon. The pale blue optics narrowed in concern. "Best figure it out soon. The roof of my den has a hole in it, and I'd rather not sleep in a swimming hole tonight."

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    IC « "her coat is absolutely perfect...dust and all"His eyes fixed on a spiky white ball of fur known as iciclepaw.,He layed with stomach pressed againts the ground his paws laid out in front of him, his head resting on top.SilentPaw purred slightly at the thought of the she-cat 6 mouse lengths away. He shook his head and stood up and shook the loose dust of of his fur he sat down his tail curing over his paws as he wondered if bisontail was awake. "what will he teach me today. Will have to do a boring chore again, I really hope not." He looked out the den the rain seemed to be picking up slowly as time went on. he stood up and paded towards,the exit of the den and stopping his fur istantly drizzled with rain drops he looked around wondering what to do then wondered if lilytail was doing okay with the new leaf showers and all.»


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    Palekit lay in the den for the kits, the children. Funny how she was classified as a child, but didn't feel it. Oh Palekit, you're five moons, so you have to sit around and feel worse about life than you do already. Putting on a fake smile, Paley felt as if her insides were tearing apart. The kitten stood up, wobbling on unsteady legs.


    Small head down, she leaves the den. Why she had to be so small, nobody knew, did they? Palekit wonders for a brief moment if she would even be able to become a full warrior, being her small self. The kit allows her paws to lead herself towards the fresh-kill pile, before turning back. If she wasn't doing any good for the Clan...well, why eat? It was wasting food, after all. Paley halfheartedly dips her head to whoever she passes, before dragging herself into the nursery.
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    The child glances up at Lilytail, wondering if the queen truly cared. Whether or not she did, the kitten figured she had to eat or else the queen would question her.


    Nodding obediently, Palekit followed after Lilytail. So kind, the queen really was. Paley knew that Lilytail was only kind to her because it was her job, and the kit respected the fact that the queen was doing her job. It just hurt to know nobody cared for her, but Paley was used to the feeling of loneliness, so she ignored it. Giving a fake smile, Paley dipped her head. Yes, Lilytail. I understand. I will eat, if that will make you happy, and me a better warrior.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:180px; height:200px; overflow:hidden; padding:5px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:180px; height:200px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:180px; min-height:200px; padding:0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11.5px; color: #000; line-height: 10px; font-family:arial narrow;]The smell of the rain was thick, covering Brightberry in its earthy musk. Her crown rose groggily, her bright teal optics blinking slowly as the den spun its way into view. With her mind still heavy with sleep, the older shaman took care in delicately stretching each limb to life. Slowly, Brightberry rose from the threads of sleep and the calico gave a surprisingly wide yawn and shook out her fur, following with a purr smooth as it was deep. It resonated throughout her body, and was the purr of elegance and softness, a feminine superiority eased over with gentleness.




    The Shaman wouldn't have minded sitting in her nest, thinking over last night's dreams while she groomed herself, but something made her stiff. A bad feeling, stilling her bones. She called it a gift of her ancestors, her "super" intuition. So, grooming herself and wandering in her thoughts would have to come for another time. Although her pelt was usually sleek and never very messy, which didn't mean she liked water but that she took much pride in her appearance, Brightberry didn't hurt to do a once over. It even gave her some time to realize Goldenpaw's absence. It seemed the apprentice had left her for the outside not too long ago, and a deep chuckle emitted from the goddess.




    She supposed it was alright. Goldenpaw was an excellent apprentice, obedient and always willing. Brightberry guessed her only fault might've been in her nervousness and hesitation in an intense situation. The Shaman knew, though, that the tabby would be rid of such anxiety soon enough. Usually, Brightberry would wake up and ask her apprentice of her dreams. They 'dream-shared', as she liked to call it, because 'dream-sharing' issued trust and a foundation of confidence to reveal a dream to any high rank who asks, without doubt or hesitation. Well, if Brightberry decided to keep a dream from the higher ranked, of course, then it'd stay between the two of them. Her wish was to become close to her apprentice, in more than just a mentor type of way. She wanted to be Goldenpaw's friend, and unknowingly, a type of motherly figure.




    Finishing on her tail, Brightberry rose to her paws, and the long-furred she-cat wandered from the den and out into the burst of wind. It whipped at her fur, like sheathed paws batting at her, and she flattened her ears to her skull in dismay. The cold weather made her shiver, and the plop-plop of light rain on her nose made her sneeze. [i]No. Not a cold! Don't you dare, she chastised herself and the weather, narrowing her gem-like orbs and glaring at the sky. Snorting her disappointment, the goddess shook her head and sighed to herself. This spring looked to bring some challenging times, but she could be wrong. If anything, this rain might sicken her Clan but it'd grow enough herbs needed to care for them. Puffing her chest and straightening her posture, as she believed every female should walk straight-backed, she quietly approached her apprentice.




    The tabby seemed to be enjoying the weather, her violet gaze over-looking the camp below. Brightberry sat herself behind the apprentice, and wrapped a feathery tail around the younger goddess' shoulders. She expected a slight jump, as the Shaman was surprisingly silent, which would've made her a great hunter as a warrior if she hadn't chosen the Shaman life-style. [b]"If you catch a cold out here for just standing around, I hope you know how to treat yourself," the calico goddess teased in her soft, yet femininely strong voice. Yet, she too over-looked the camp and couldn't help but purr. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Her pelt seemed brighter in the crossing shadows of the clouds that seemed to tease the sun, and her eyes had widened to the size of saucers as amazement tickled at her mind and heart.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#fff; border:none; width:160px; height:180px; margin-right:10px; margin-top:10px; margin-bottom:10px; padding:0px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:160px; height:180px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:150px; min-height:180px; padding:0px; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; color:#bbb; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:.5px; font-size:10px; margin-top:2px;]The brush of a tail did result in a twitch of the apprentice's ear, head swiveling swiftly to see exactly who had approached. With every cat in the clan wearing a thick coat, it was usually difficult to differentiate them. Of course it was Brightberry. The she-cats tended to wake around the same time, as it had become a habit over the past five moons of their time together. The playful words delighted her ears, instantaneously brightening her rather dreary mood. "Cold? I think this weather is warm compared to leaf-bare." She commented softly, lowering her crown as her ears pinned themselves against her skull in order to block out the wind.




    "I've seen better days. My favorite is when the sun is setting. The night always fills me with energy." That should come as no surprise to any shaman The moon was sacred to the clan, after all. The moon was a mother to them all, guiding them in the roughest of times. It was why the most spiritual place in their territory, the Moon Tree, was even holy at all. In the next few sunsets it would be time for her and her mentor to make the journey to the Moon Tree. Some may see the leafless, pale trunk as rubbish, but it has served the clan well in many historical events. After an unspeakable amount of seasons it still stood while generations upon generations of cats fell.




    "I had a dream." Goldenpaw mentioned, rising to her paws prior to nudging Brightberry as a signal to follow her. The young feline trekked down the hill that led to the main camp, dipping her head as a greeting to all the cats they passed. She stood over the fresh-kill pile, picking up a plump hare to share with the other shaman. She dragged the corpse to Brightberry, who halted a few tail-lengths behind her. "Anyway," She continued, allowing the older maiden to take the first few bites. "I was visited by my mother. She didn't mention anything drastic. She said her and the other ancestors saw nothing but clear visions."




    Being contacted by the dead was an uncommon event outside of the Moon Tree's presence, albeit it was not unheard of if a prayer had been spoken. It was Goldenpaw's second time being visited by the deceased in her nest, with the first being a shaman from long ago. "We haven't had war in so long. Everything has been so peaceful that I fear something awful may happen soon. I don't think peace is meant to last forever in this world."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:8px solid #fff; width:120px; height:90px; margin-top:20px; background:url(http://imgur.com/9wp9Ktb.jpg) center; background-size:cover;][/fancypost]
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    over her. Lizardfang had never given her a second glance. After becoming a warrior she was sure the grumpy feline would confess his love for her, yet he remained the same as always. A challenge concerning her reputation was one way to get her to show effort.




    Fawnpoppy would have stayed to chat with Deerspring, the more lovely sibling, albeit it appeared she was content with her slumber. Rolling her emerald optics playfully she was swift to trail Lizardfang like a lost kit. She watched from a distance, patiently waiting for the correct time to hop in. After he had sat down with nothing better to do she deemed it safe to approach. With her fluffy tail high in the air and her chin lifted confidently the vixen strut up to the older male, circling him in a teasing manner. "I really am sorry about waking you up. Don't allow my feather to fool you," Ah yes, her eider feather. Many of her clanmates were skeptical of the she-cat who adorned the symbol of secrecy. The feather of two faces, as it was commonly referred to. "I truly mean my apology. I would hate to get tripped on."




    She paused in front of Lizardfang's face, her dazzling oracles drinking in the features of his scrunched visage. "I have to go collect moss for Lilytail's nest... Would you like to join me? It'll be much more fun than sitting around the camp." She tilted her head slightly to the right, her expression one of innocence. Beyond her blatant vanity and fussy attitude, she did possess a kit-like aura that many found endearing. "We could even sneak around the territory and explore." She mewed softly, leaning in closer to him as to prevent any eavesdroppers from hearing her suggestion.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:8px solid #fff; width:120px; height:90px; margin-top:20px; background:url(http://imgur.com/XeLTxDq.jpg) center; background-size:cover;][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#fff; border:none; width:160px; height:180px; margin-right:10px; margin-top:10px; margin-bottom:10px; padding:0px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:160px; height:180px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:150px; min-height:180px; padding:0px; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; color:#bbb; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:.5px; font-size:10px; margin-top:2px;]"You never were too good at swimming. Why not take the opportunity to practice the skills you lack?" Cinderstar purred affectionately, one large paw swiping at his old friend. Stonepaw back in the day had been his first apprentice -- and was a trusted comrade. Cinderstar had been young when he was a mentor, as the clan had been short on cats that year from the deaths during winter. The two learned together considering Cinderstar was much too immature in his youth. He could have mentally passed as an apprentice himself, but sadly his developed physique gave away his true age.




    "I was actually thinking of going out on a hunting patrol today with Talonclaw (the npc deputy chill out dude). You're welcome to join us if you'd like. Now that the snow has melted on the tundra prey should be easy to find. Not to mention there will be plenty of puddles for me to splash around in." He flicked an aud, pale orbs resting on Goldenpaw as she shared a large meal with Brightberry. Inwardly he signed at his daughter's poor choice of prey. Did horrible judgement run in the family? With Fawnpoppy as a great example of this, he was sure it must come from his former mate's side.




    He had a mate once upon a time? Him? The optimistic, charming, and otherworldly handsome leader? Yes, of course. Deersong had been an apprentice of his that he fell in love with. His second apprentice, meaning he couldn't label Stonemask as his favorite after the sweet she-cat came along. She was from an outside clan, having traveled at as a kit with her mother and sibling. The leader at the time, Birchstar, openly accepted the struggling cats. As she came of age, Cinderstipe (which he was known at the time) developed romantic feelings for Deerpaw. After her warrior ceremony the pair disappeared for three days, much to the clan's dismay, although returned after their honeymoon had ended. The rest was history... Until their first litter arrived. Kitting was a dangerous profession that he learned the hard way.




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    although utterly useless in retrospect, her morning groom left her semi-decent. the rain, however, would ruin it eventually. today was looking bleak and dreary, and something in her stomach had her anxious for the day. maybe it was the rain? no, despite her hatred for water, rain was rather pleasing to hear and watch. it always filled her with a sense of stillness, much different from the ever active rain itself.
    she glanced out towards the rest of her active clanmates, all wrapped up in their own matters. if there was anything she'd like to do, it was get out hunting. as of late, standing around in the camp had left her with an itch to run, hunt, to do anything but remain in the camp really. her ears perked slightly, watching fawnpoppy trail after her brother. the younger cats feather didn't bother deersong that much, if at all. her brother was a different matter however, and fawnpoppy's insistence to follow him a prod him wasn't going to turn out well-- especially not with weather and morning mixing.
    moving to glance towards cinderstar and stonemask, she figured if any hunting were to be done on her part in the early hours of the day, she'd best ask to be assigned to a hunting party. padding over, she hoped there would be some hunting she could do. " greetings cinderstar, " the shecat greeted her leader first, before dipping her head at stonemask, " greetings to you as well stonemask. "[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    starclan lend me your patience i beg of you the ruddy tom thought bitterly. to any other cat, his departure from the immediate area would've meant a clear ' go away '. fawnpoppy, however, seemed to miss this clear sign all together. come to think of it, did the young shecat ever? no, and it annoyed him to no end. what game was she playing? what was she trying to prove, bothering him all the time? deerspring, on more than one occasion, had playfully mocked him, saying how oblivious he was. with his sister, his temper was a fair mount bigger than with his clanmates, but her teasing really annoyed him. what didn't annoy him?
    " if your truly sorry leave me be, " he groaned this out in annoyance, " and trust me, with or without the feather, you wouldn't fool me " he snapped the last part, teeth visible. true, there was no need for the aggression this early in the morning, but he felt the shecat provoking him. if she wanted him angry, she'd gotten what she wanted.
    his fur rose, well as much as it could in the rain, at the mention of lilytail. he wouldn't say it out loud, but the fact that half rogue kits would be meandering around soon left him with a bad taste in his mouth. they weren't born yet, he had to give them the benefit of the doubt. the last thing he wanted was to be dragged into..whatever was going on with lilytail. forcing his fur to lie flat, he gave the shecats offer some thought. if he went, he would be doing something for lilytail, and in the process the unborn kits. he could prove he wasn't...against the little things. ahh, but there was the matter of iciclepaw too.
    " i'll help, but i'm not doing any sort of exploring with you," he grumbled, before, rather condescendingly, adding " i've been trusted with an apprentice after all." [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=teal; border:none; width:auto; height:60px; margin-left:-4px;][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=white; border:none; width:193px; height:270px; margin-left:-20px; margin-top:7px;][fancypost bgcolor=TEAL; border:3px black double; width:150px; height:20px; margin-top:10px; text-align:center; font-size:17px; color:#fff; text-shadow:2px 4px 0px TEAL; font-family:Georgia;]BRIGHTBERRY[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:180px; height:200px; overflow:hidden; padding:5px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:180px; height:200px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:180px; min-height:200px; padding:0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11.5px; color: #000; line-height: 10px; font-family:arial narrow;]"You don't say," Brightberry murmured, before she followed her apprentice. The calico goddess was quietly amused at the responsibility Goldenpaw had taken. Look at her! Guiding her own mentor, 'dream-sharing' with her without being coaxed! Even getting breakfast for her? Brightberry was very impressed and thankful, and she purred her thanks after she'd taken her share of the morsel. Once Goldenpaw had finished speaking and all, the Shaman swallowed her last bites and finally spoke.




    [b]"Look at you, you're becoming quite the little lady. I should compliment you to your father," the Shaman praised, and the thought of the tabby leader instinctively made her eyes roll. Cinderstar and her had been friends for more than a few moons. Perhaps just a little bit after Goldenpaw's birth, when it was evident Cinderstar had made a little 'oopsy' in having feelings for this... this other Clan she-cat. [i]Deersong Brightberry remembered stoically. She had nothing to hate and nothing to like about Goldenpaw's mother, for she'd never met the goddess personally before. That, and she'd hated dwindling in Cinderstar's affairs back then. He seemed to always cause complications for himself, his vanity making way for consequences. She'd warned him, but his response was always playful and teasing. He was such a big kitten sometimes, she almost felt like his mother. In a caring yet annoying type of way, of course. He was still her leader after all, the least she could do was put some kindness into the memory.




    "Your mother? How interesting," the goddess mewed politely, head dipping with respect. "It seems you often have conversations with these cats without the power of the Moon Tree. I'm not frightened by it, and I won't discourage you. What role model would I be then? I praise you for it. Our ancestors have gifted me enhanced intuition and it's evident they have gifted you with personal passage to them without having to contact them by ancient artifact. They must be very fond of you," Brightberry chose her words carefully, although she admittedly was a little bit suspicious. Was her ancestors reaching out to her in their indistinct voices as they always had? Was the Shaman missing something? Her teal optics seemed to search Goldenpaw as she ate, a loving gaze filled with worry and wishing the soul wasn't so hard to find. And then her expression changed altogether. It was as if the wind had robbed her of her kindness with its intensity just then.




    Shock zipped through the shaman second, right before she could mention her usual nightmares. It was always the same. Her and Mosskit, playing and playing but unknowingly, Mosskit was getting and weaker and thinner and thinner until Brightberry was practically chasing around a skeleton of her brother. Luckily, she wouldn't have to mention it, and shock subsided to curiosity which seemed to finally be the right emotion. It settled in her, a feeling sheltering in Brightberry's mind to keep away from the dark thoughts, and maybe even the wretched rain. A calmness swept over the older calico, letting her tail lash back and forth on the cold ground. A laugh, deep and loud, but hardly rude, rumbled the she-cat's figure.




    "War is always raging Goldenpaw. Peace is hardly meant to last when battles can start so easily. It is the one feather, fleeing from a bird as it flies. It is the life, leaving the eyes of a dying cat. Peace is the wind, rushing and fierce and powerful until it isn't. Peace is not meant to last, indeed, but war is never gone. It's the fur on our bodies. The color in our eyes. The yellow of the sun. It will not leave you, and it makes peace nearly... nonexistent. So it's been quiet, yes, but not peaceful. Never peaceful." Brightberry's eyes drifted among her Clanmates and turned up to the cloudy sky, smiling faintly.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; padding: 10px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 370px; margin-left: -1px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 40px; height: 40px; padding: 0px; float: left; border-right: 6px solid transparent; border-bottom: 2px solid transparent;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=gainsboro; borderwidth=1px; width: 40px; height: 40px; padding: 0px; float: left;][size=22pt]W[/size][/fancypost][/fancypost][justify][font=arial][size=8][color=gainsboro]hether it would be for her own sake or for Lilytail's, the queen didn't mind, she simply desired the small kit be healthy and happy, so she did not speak up about who's sake Palekit should be acting for. How could this small kit be wandering around outside the nursery, in this weather, without any other cats picking up on it or scolding her for being outside in these conditions? If it were a jab at her skills at being a mother, Lilytail did not approve of the clan's underhanded methods of showing their disapproval towards the father of her kits. Punish her all they want, but she refused to let them get away with putting a young kit like Palekit in harm's way for their own half-hearted vices.
    As such, she shot a sharp glare towards any cat looking their way with a scornful and disapproving look, hoping to put them back in their place and remind them that this young one had nothing to do with their grudge against her. Gently, she began to nudge Palekit back towards the nursery, where Sunfeather waited still, softly murmuring that there was food already inside the nursery, and that it would be better for the little one's health if she did not venture back to the fresh kill pile. For adult cats like Lilytail it was only a short distance, but she knew better than anyone how large the world seemed when you were the smallest in the nursery.
    Briefly she caught the gaze of Stonemask, and she froze in her pawsteps for a few moments, pinned in place by the object of her most sincere affections. He looked ethereal in this weather, the light sprinkling of water and dew on his fur gave him a ghostly, spirited away look, and it took a great deal of Lilytail's willpower to turn her gaze back towards the young kit by her side, dipping her head and mumbling an apologetic excuse or two as to why she had suddenly stopped.
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    still, jaypaw dipped her head in greeting at the already awake silentpaw, carefully stepping out of the den, paying extra care as to not step on some cat's tail and jolt them awake. despite her reckless demeanor, she actually cared about her reputation, and didn't want to piss off one of her clanmates. as soon as her paws squelched into the soaked dirt, the calico had to resist a squeal of delight, feeling raindrops kiss her ruffled pelt. walking a bit farther, jaypaw looked up at the cloudy sky, opening her jaws, wanting to catch some raindrops in her mouth. she couldn't help this childish wonder. her back arched, and she stretched out her body, feeling satisfied only after hearing her muscles pop. this action got some of the wet dirt under her claws, but jaypaw didn't exactly mind-- she would wash them off in the nearby river later on.




    cheerfully, the drenched cat trotted towards the freshkill pile, picking out two mice for her mother and bluestream. feathersong has retired to the elders den, best known known as a great storyteller. she could get crabby and picky at times, though. jaypaw would never say that to feathersong's face, but, well... you get the point. it took everything within jaypaw to stop herself from snapping up the juicy morsels in her jaws right then and there. it wasn't for her- not yet, at least. she had to pause for a moment, almost forgetting which way was towards the elders' den. once she remembered, she silently chastised herself, making her merry way towards her destination.




    jaypaw's head poked into the den cautiously, knowing just how temperamental elders could be. her posture almost instantly straightened up when she spotted feathersong's sleeping figure near the entrance of the den. deciding she would leave the mouse by her nest for her to eat whenever she woke up, jaypaw dropped it and turned around with a swish of her matted tail. oh! she almost forgot. dipping her head to greet bluestream, jaypaw dropped the mouse by his paws, ears flicking restlessly. 'good morning. isn't the rain just amazing?' the calico mumbled quickly before making haste towards the shaman's den excitedly, wanting to find goldenpaw to chat with. the older apprentice had always intrigued her, and she had her envy, alright. jaypaw had admired a shaman's work ever since she was a kit, and wished to be one, yet never had the courage to speak up and tell feathersong or cinderstar about it. but, jaypaw wouldn't be bitter. what was the point?




    enough about jealousy, though. jaypaw hated dwelling on unhealthy things like that. plus, her mentor hadn't found her yet, which meant more free time for her. 'goldenpaw!' she sing-songed as she called out her friend's name, unable to stop herself from purring at her silly tone after. 'come out, the rain's amazing!' [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border:none; border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 0px; border-top: 1px solid lightgrey; border-left: 1px solid lightgrey; height: 39px; width: 240px; margin-left: -7px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; height: 20px; width: 240px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: center; font-size: 20px; color: black; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px;]
    jaypaw !

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    Her dreams were wild and exciting, just as free-spirit was in real life. In sleep's embrace, Iciclepaw ran faster than a twoleg monster (which she had never actually seen, only heard tales about), and roared like a lion, her fierce vocal outcries shaking a mountain to its roots. Her wild imagination and highly involved dreams translated into the physical world as frequent flopping about in her nest, legs trashing and clawing through the moss, feathers, and bracken that held the nest together until it was nothing but scraps beneath her flank and tangled in her wild white fur.




    Just before waking, the young she-cat's erratic movements slowed and stopped, one leaf-green eye peeking open. The fur on the back of her neck rose up, but its agitated state was nearly unnoticeable given the she-cat's already messy state; Iciclepaw jumped up suddenly, landing in a hunter's crouch as she swung to face the den entrance, heart beat pounding loudly in her ears. Her dilated pupils followed a tail as it left the den and her line of sight, the only hint as to who her watcher had been. Yes, she could tell someone had been watching her sleep. Iciclepaw thought back to which cats she had seen in the den that previous night - her high levels of energy translated to late bed-times and early risings, but she didn't remember each and every face she had walked by to reach her nest the night before, nor could her unpracticed mind differentiate between the muddled scents wreathing about the den.




    Well, whatever. Obviously someone was just waiting for her to get up, maybe to partake in some games or a morning wrestling match before their Clan leaders recruited them for their regular duties. Or maybe it was even Lizardfang, checking to see if his new pupil had woken up yet. Whoever it was, they had just caught Iciclepaw off-guard, that was all.




    Banishing the thought from her mind, the white she-cat trotted into the camp clearing, an evident bounce in her step despite the relatively gloomy atmosphere the forest outside reflected. Iciclepaw tilted her head back as she walked, green eyes trained on the sky as raindrops splattered against her face, wetting and smoothing her errant whiskers into a somewhat acceptable look. She parted her jaws and stuck out her tongue, just as she used to as a kit in the nursery trying to catch a snowflake. The water droplets were just as cold as the icy flakes, but not as fun to catch. Satisfied, Iciclepaw leveled her gaze, but she was too late totell her paws to STOP! in their tracks, and the pure white she-cat careened right into Silentpaw's backside, who had planted himself right outside the den entrance.




    "Oof! Hey, watch it!" Iciclepaw growled, bouncing off the tom and to the side, fighting to keep her footing on the wet, squishy grass beneath her paws. Shaking her head to clear her vision of rain, Iciclepaw sent a frustrated glare in Silentpaw's direction. "Y'know, there's plenty of other great spaces in camp to plant your roots, Silentpaw. You're just lucky it was me who ran into you and not like, some angry elder or something." Her anger was short-lived, however, and the she-cat shrugged her shoulders after her outburst. "But it's okay, I forgive you!" she said in a cheerful manner, happy to fill the air with the sound of her own quick chatter, reminiscent of a squirrel's voice; besides, it wasn't like she expected Silentpaw of all cats to do it. "What's your mentor got planned for you today? Anything cool, anything fun?"

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    Stonemask frowned at his leader's suggestion, flattening his ears and leaning away just in time and just enough to avoid Cinderstar's heavy-pawed blow. The other tom's joke sent Stonemask back, reminiscing briefly on his apprentice days. Even back then, Stonemask acted more mature than his warrior mentor had. But Cinderstar had been young then, forced into mentorship through necessity according to leaf-bare's cruel design. He liked to think that they both turned out alright, though...despite Stonemask's tendency to sink like...well, a stone when he swam.




    "Oh yes, what a grand idea," the marbled grey tom snorted, lashing his tail with his displeasure, "Sounds like a quick and easy way of ridding the Clan of capable warriors, if you ask me. You'd be fishing my lifeless body out of the lake yourself." Cinderstar's second suggestion was much more welcome. Stonemask followed his friend's gaze to the spot where his daughter and the Shaman were sharing breakfast, and the tom's frown deepened. "I'd love to join you both, but do you think it wise to send both the leader and deputy out on a hunt to the tundra? End of leaf-bare or not, I'd hate to leave the camp unprotected." Stonemask quickly flicked his gaze back to Cinderstar's face, lowering his eyes in a gesture of respect. "But what do I know? I'm just your half-drowned ex-apprentice," the tom said slyly.




    As he awaited Cinderstar's response, Stonemask tossed his gaze over his shoulder, sensing the distinct feeling of eyes on his back. He spotted Iciclepaw and Silentpaw having a one-sided discussion, and then Lilytail and Palekit walking into the nursery together. For the briefest moment, he thought he saw the queen's green gaze flicker towards him, but quickly dismissed the thought.