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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;]— mossflight was a wonderful cat. she was so many think to chubkit - his deputy, his protector, his food giver. she was his mother. the seal point was busy with her life as the second-in-command, so he understood that she couldn't be in the nursery all hours of every day. this didn't impact him much as he was still at an age young enough to be distracted by something insignificant as a bee buzzing by.


    still, her absence was only a physical hindrance. emotionally, moss was always with him. truth be told, she was on his mind quite frequently throughout his daily schedule. often his thoughts would drift to being nestled beside her, feeling the muscles beneath her skin that promised safety from anything malevolent. he would peek at the scars running her body's length and knew that she was more than capable of taking care of them. she may have come off as cold occasionally, but chubkit knew that she loved he and his siblings.


    perhaps it was the lack of a paternal figure that left him so overdependent on his mother. nonetheless, it was actually a positive stressor. because of that, the silvery boy had shifted his aspirations high. he'd make her proud. he would become a cat as good and strong and memorable as she, and then he would finally be able to convey how much she meant. becoming what she wanted was the best way to tell her he loved her. in his mind at least.


    his not very long legs carried him in a hopping gait across the territory of thunderclan's camp. chub would stop near highrock, staring up with awestruck eyes, a sense of hope surging through his powerful as any river. to the first cat he saw, chub would bound over and ask quite bluntly, "do you think i'll ever be up there one day?" as the words left his mouth, his optics went back to the rock as if pointing out was he was referring to.

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    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]"Unfortunately cats don't fly. But you could climb a tree perhaps and be that high or even higher." It was nice having kittens who understood. Looking at the tiny silver tabby tom, she felt a purr of affection rise up in her throat. She truly needed to spend some more time with her kits, but she was busy,


    /rushed
    [spoiler=you're the one that's going down — updated 02/02]
    GENERAL:
    ★ MOSSFLIGHT | MOSSPAW MOSSKIT | FEMALE
    ★ HETEROROMANTIC | HETEROSEXUAL | very interested in icegaze
    ★ 24 months old | December 3rd, 2016 | Realistically
    ★ Thunderclan | Grouch | Deputy
    PHYSICAL:
    ★ DOMESTIC CAT [birth/main] | health: 100%
    — reference - X
    — major injuries: three scars running from for head to base of tail
    — minor injuries: N/A
    PERSONALITY:
    STRONG | STONY | COLD
    RELATIONSHIPS:

    ★ Taken | ½ Mossgaze
    ★ NPC x Amberlight
    ★ Older sister to Breezepaw and others
    ★ Mother to Blizzardpaw, Dovepaw, Marigoldpaw, Wolfkit, Chubkit, and Lionkit
    INTERACTION:
    ★ Message main account or here to plot
    ★ Not easily befriended
    ★ Will starts fights and end them
    ★ Speaks in white, thinks in white
    ★ Attack in bolded black
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

    && Branchpaw spotted his tiny nephew over by the Highrock and padded over, barely catching his question. What did the kit mean by that? Was he asking if he would ever fly, or if he would ever be able to reach the top of the Highrock? Branchpaw listened to his older sister answer her son's question before speaking himself. "I'm sure you'll be able to go up there one day. You know what, I'm sure of it. One day, you will be the leader of Thunderclan, addressing your clanmates from that very rock." In the apprentice's mind, ambition was great, as long as rules were respected and followed while reaching to achieve said ambitions. And he would definitely support his nephew's dreams, even if they were as far away as the stars.
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    information — updated: 01/22/17

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    Next to bumble along was Wolfkit as she tumbled after her brother with eager await. Little paws scurrying along the icy snow as the kit waddled up beside her mother, Mossflight and her brother, Chubkit. Upon hearing the conversations traded between the small group, she plopped herself down. Behind seeking into the snow's depths as wolfkit's tail wriggled about behind her. Paws shuffling as the feline remained silent for a moment, small jaws clamped shut as she followed Chubkit's spectacles toward their objection, The High Rock.


    It was a majestic sight in the eyes of a young kit as it towered over her frame and loomed under their ancestors who reigned the skies and flooded the atmosphere in a bath or stars. Reflections of admiration upon springs of water and flooded puddles to wash the Earth over in blessings. She'd always found their ancestors of great interest, it wasn't simply Starclan that caught her silver irises, but the Dark Forest as well. Not that she admired them, but simply found interest in the good and the evil. It was a topic of advanced practice for such a young kit to understand with such complexity. She was no mousebrain like those others kits that bumbled about.


    Swallowing, her wolfen vessel came to turn upon Chubkit, "not if I beat you to it," she feline challenged with a bold smile as it teased her maw momentarily before it faded as she too dreamed of standing upon the rock with such pride. Every cat dreamed of it after all. It wasn't simply the leadership position that caught of great ease in Mossflight's kit, but it was the art of medicine that took on a power within her confinements. It was all so interesting as she found the world of great fascination despite her knowledge of the vast exteriors of the camp.
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    ◂ she's a hot mess | 2/4

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;]— her statement garnered a chuckle from her youngest. the boy found the idea of flying a very entertaining one. ironic that he would dream of feeling so weightless and free when he was but a tubby youth at the moment. but, yes, his dream was to be high as the stars without being among them. he didn't want to be powerful or important; chubkit merely wanted to be something his family was grateful to have in their lives. "i'll be up there one day mama. you'll be proud of me. i'll be just like you one day!"


    while his main goal was to bring honor to those whom he called kin, chub couldn't deny the enticing option of being of a higher rank. leaders were very important figures in clan life and children, in turn, dreamed of having worth. he was far from the exception to this. the medicinal field also had turned his eye, as he was admittedly a tad on the lazy side of the activity spectrum. having a job that required little energy most of the time definitely did have a certain appeal to him. perhaps not for the right reasons, but it interested him nonetheless.


    branchpaw, one of chub's favorite relatives if he were to tell the truth, arrived with words of encouragement. a smile split the kitten's face. his cheeks made the corners of his eyes crinkle due to their tightly held pudge. looking to the blue pointed tom, the younger masculine would respond with yet more questions., "really? you think i will be leader?" his swelling excitement was anything but hidden, what with his features broadening ever more and his small frame tremoring with fidgets. branchpaw would lie to him. not about this, not about anything. his uncle was too amazing to do that.


    a body of intermingling dark saturations appeared beside him, a shadow that drifted over with hardly a sound. his ear tipped to her before the rest of his head followed suit. wolfkit, who, next to mossflight, chubkit held in highest regard, had decided to join their little gathering. her comment was a playful challenge, but wasn't taken as such. truthfully, he admired his sister far too much to not encourage her. even over something he longed for himself. leaving the offer for competition unanswered, her lighter counterpart chirped, "i think you'd make a great leader. you'd be the best."

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    Dovepaw made his way over. Cute, innocent kits, dreaming of their futures and taking charge of the Clan. Dovepaw himself had ambitions, and wanted to become leader himself. However, he didn't really even agree with the ranking system anyway, and found it unfair, as well as too formal. Cats would be cats, and whoever was strongest, as well as cleverest, should take charge. "Hiya everyone, how's it going?" that seemed to be a usual greeting for the ThunderClanner. "And I'd clearly be the best leader. Brave, strong, kind, intelligent..."

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    "Yes, those are many qualities of being a leader. But they must also have common sense, kindness, sternness..." came the female's voice as she padded up, meeting Mossflight with a neutral glare but with a glint of anger in her eyes. "A lot of things go into making a leader. Some you can have, or all if you choose."

    info — updated 01/06

    && He looked at the two kits, smiling at the pair of them. "You both have the makings to be great leaders in your own rights. If either of you put your mind to it, I'm sure you could get there." The apprentice said it happily before turning to look over at Dovepaw. "Now you, on the other hand. I think you are too friendly to be leader." His tone was teasing, blue eyes bright with mirth. This was his family, his blood and kin. This little conversation just strengthened his desire to protect his clan even more, if just to keep those smiles around.


    Then Olivebranch came over, startling the blue pointed feline a little bit. He had kind of slipped into his thoughts for a moment there, but was grateful that she pulled him out of it. "Yes, it might be preferable for a leader to have all of those qualities, but I think the best leader is one that is unique in their own way. Yes, they might need to have some common sense, intelligence, physical or emotional strength, bravery... But there are other many other qualities that make up a cat. Not all leaders are intelligent, and not all are compassionate. It all relies on what the clan itself needs the leader to be." Whoa, slow your roll there Branchpaw. To be honest, the apprentice had put a large amount of thought into subjects such as this. What qualities a leader needed versus what qualities were desirable in a leader. Whether or not it would be possible for him to become a leader, let alone a good one.
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    information — updated: 01/22/17

    Unfortunately, Spottedfern had never been blessed with a mother like Mossflight. Her own mother, Leopardbreeze, had gone back to her warrior duties practically the day she stopped nursing Spottedfern, who had been Spottedkit then, leaving her alone in the nursery, looked after by the other queens. Both of her parents had always tried to prove themselves, especially being kittypet-born, and ended up as respected warriors. But she could never forgive them for keeping the secret from her so long: the secret that she did not possess ThunderClan blood. And she held this secret close to her heart. Only Ivoryskies, her cousin, knew, and Tanglefoot.


    It was sweet to see how eager the kits were. It was good that they were ambitious—ambition was key. But being too ambitious usually didn't end well. Take Thornfang, for example, former ShadowClan 'leader', who had plotted against his Clan leader for many moons, eventually stripping a life from her and earning his new position. But ShadowClan had protested, and he was soon demoted. Luckily.


    Spottedfern secretly had ambitions too, like most of her Clanmates. It would be amazing to stand up on that Highrock, addressing her Clan as Spottedstar. But she doubted it would ever happen—but she was okay with that. Serving her Clan as a warrior was enough to satisfy her.


    She padded up to the group, smiling, but staying silent.

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Was it really necessary for Olivebranch to come over and be a piece of foxdung? Then again, she didn’t need to try so hard her presence was enough. The deputy turned to the warrior who was obviously desperate to become leader one day. ”Well I guess that means that I shouldn’t consider you as deputy when I’m choosing because passive agression isn’t very kind, now is it Olivebranch? Should you honestly be saying things such as that in front of kits? Not a very good example if you ask me…” Her voice was calm, however the rude statement was not missed at all (this is ic opinions btw she’s such a salt I don’t actually mind Olivebranch lmao)


    Turning back to her children and flicking her tail in dismissal of the tortoiseshell warrior, she smiled and because Pan misunderstood the statement, she nodded. ”Of course you’ll be up there one day, if you try hard enough and show most of those qualities.” A leader who was lead by kindness was doomed to fail in the long run as if you were too kind there was no way of fighting your enemies and you would be taken advantage of. Cats who judged when they had no right to, when they didn’t know why a cat was like this were awful. She was like the way she was because she lost everyone she had come close to. Breezepaw was missing, her parents were gone, and if she didn’t get close to others then they would be okay and it would hurt less when they undoubtedly did go to starclan. If you were less sensitive and more militant you got things done faster and the things you wanted done.


    [spoiler=you're the one that's going down — updated 02/02]
    GENERAL:
    ★ MOSSFLIGHT | MOSSPAW MOSSKIT | FEMALE
    ★ HETEROROMANTIC | HETEROSEXUAL | very interested in icegaze
    ★ 24 months old | December 3rd, 2016 | Realistically
    ★ Thunderclan | Grouch | Deputy
    PHYSICAL:
    ★ DOMESTIC CAT [birth/main] | health: 100%
    — reference - X
    — major injuries: three scars running from for head to base of tail
    — minor injuries: N/A
    PERSONALITY:
    STRONG | STONY | COLD
    RELATIONSHIPS:

    ★ Taken | ½ Mossgaze
    ★ NPC x Amberlight
    ★ Older sister to Breezepaw and others
    ★ Mother to Blizzardpaw, Dovepaw, Marigoldpaw, Wolfkit, Chubkit, and Lionkit
    INTERACTION:
    ★ Message main account or here to plot
    ★ Not easily befriended
    ★ Will starts fights and end them
    ★ Speaks in white, thinks in white
    ★ Attack in bolded black
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

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    She narrowed her eyes at Mossflight as if to say, Don't start. What you did to my apprentice will never be forgiven, by me, StarClan, or anyone else.


    "It is not passion-aggression. I am nothing like Butterflysong. Sure, I do have the goal to be leader one day, but I'm not going to go on a killing rampage. Leadership is earned through hard work, being by-the-book straight, and by being loyal to your Clan. Unlike that fox-heart." she growled as she looked to the sky. As much as she felt bad for her, she hated Oona for doing what she did. Just because she was ambitious...

    info — updated 01/06

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    "Alright, alright." The now-slurred voice of Stoneface would wind forward through the air a moment before the injured mollie would pad forward, her neutral icy gaze flicking between everyone, as she had only just caught the tail end of the accusations. "I don't know who this Butterfly-whatsit character is, but I'm sure no one accused you of that, Olivebranch." She would attempt to soothe her clanmate, flashing the best, least-painful smile she could manage.


    The crooked-jawed mollie then turned to Chubkit, sitting and curling her tail around her paws. "Like Mossflight said - just try hard. I'm sure you'll get there, Chubkit," She mewed, blinking slowly.

    -- stare right through me

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    She opened her jaws wide open. "What Clan did you come from? Everyone, in every Clan, knows Butterflysong. She was exiled from ThunderClan for disrespecting her Clanmates. All the other Clans hated her. I knew her personally as the deputy of my old Clan I left moons ago." Well, that was a lie. She was still in the Clan. But no one had to know, yet. "I want to know all about her and what she did in the Clans where she stayed. I just haven't gone to interrogate them yet."

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    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]"You should have asked me sooner. I know quite a bit on that mangy fleabrain, however Stoneface wasn't involved with her and never did have the honor of speaking with her, the lucky molly, and I don't think she's as well known as you think." Except for her exile at the gathering a moon ago, there wasn't a lot of all Clan drama with the white feline. Her eyes darkened at the thought of the desperate molly. Disgusting.
    [spoiler=you're the one that's going down — updated 02/02]
    GENERAL:
    ★ MOSSFLIGHT | MOSSPAW MOSSKIT | FEMALE
    ★ HETEROROMANTIC | HETEROSEXUAL | very interested in icegaze
    ★ 24 months old | December 3rd, 2016 | Realistically
    ★ Thunderclan | Grouch | Deputy
    PHYSICAL:
    ★ DOMESTIC CAT [birth/main] | health: 100%
    — reference - X
    — major injuries: three scars running from for head to base of tail
    — minor injuries: N/A
    PERSONALITY:
    STRONG | STONY | COLD
    RELATIONSHIPS:

    ★ Taken | ½ Mossgaze
    ★ NPC x Amberlight
    ★ Older sister to Breezepaw and others
    ★ Mother to Blizzardpaw, Dovepaw, Marigoldpaw, Wolfkit, Chubkit, and Lionkit
    INTERACTION:
    ★ Message main account or here to plot
    ★ Not easily befriended
    ★ Will starts fights and end them
    ★ Speaks in white, thinks in white
    ★ Attack in bolded black
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

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    She gave another huff. Adderstar knew stuff about her. Mouse-brain should have known Mossflight had info. "May we speak in private later?" she inquired.

    info — updated 01/06

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    Stoneface's brow creased. "I was born here, thank you very much." She replied, blinking slowly. "And this cat doesn't sound... pleasant. You say she was deputy?" The mollie inquired, now turning to Olivebranch. "Interesting. Which clan were you both from?" DarkClan, or maybe SkyClan? She knew little to nothing about those two groups, so it seemed the best guess. Stoneface then turned to Mosslight, a bit of a remorseful look crossing her ruined face. "Mossflight, I apologize - it seems that I've turned over a log of worms." She sighed.

    -- stare right through me




    updated 8/2/17


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    "We were both from a faraway Clan called CloverClan. StarClan knows if Butter--or Mona, as she was known--became deputy...but no. She had her heart set on being medicine cat for some reason." The tortoiseshell shook her head. "She went insane and even tried to kill our own medicine cat, Orangefoot. She had been here twice, once when...um...well, it was a few moons ago. And another, with Adderstar. The first time she left of her own accord but..." She sighed. "She was exiled for the second time and that's what led to her death."


    She looked to the sky. Ugh, must she spit this out? "She was the deputy of CloverClan, yes. But she never became medicine cat. Not even after she received a supposed fake dream from...well, I'm not sure. But she did receive a good dream from Hazelsky, whoever that is.


    "She was on the warpath to be medicine cat. Only had one supporter, Daisystem. Everyone despised her." She shook her head and sighed again.


    info — updated 01/06

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    Stoneface listened to the story with a mix of astonishment, disbeleif, and ire. "...Well." She rasped, taking a moment to organize her thoughts, crooked jaw set, sniffing thoughtfully. "She certainly does sound... awful. I mean," A humorless chuckle escaped her lips. "Why would a medicine cat get their position through killing? Seems a bit ironic, no?" The mollie then paused, ears flicking as she tilted her head. "I've never heard of this CloverClan. Honestly, it seems almost absurd that there's another clan out there." Her words had a little bit of a chill in them, eyes narrowed just slightly as she studied this cat that seemed to have gained a new facet. CloverClan? Seemed a little too close to a lie for her liking. There were only ThunderClan, ShadowClan, WindClan, RiverClan, SkyClan, DarkClan, and BloodClan... if you could even call those barbarians a clan. Though, of course, she wouldn't say that, and the rest of what she was thinking, out loud. In all honestly, this story seemed a little off, the one about CLoverClan, but she had no doubt that this Butterflysong person had been very, very real. They sounded disgusting.


    //ic opinions

    -- stare right through me




    updated 8/2/17


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    She nodded. "I don't know much about what she did in the other Clans, but I'm gonna find out. Violetstar, the leader, wants to know, even though I left the Clan, so that she can prevent this in the future." She groomed her paw. "Actually, her name was Oona, not Mona. A lot of cats had names beginning with O for...some reason.


    "My old apprentice Bouncepaw nearly ran into her after she had put the ShadowClan medicine cat apprentice into a coma. Bouncepaw had been Oona's apprentice before she was transferred to me. She had nightmares for a week." The molly huffed as she laid down. "So consider me the opposite of Butterflysong. Not ambitious, not vying for any position by anything other than hard work, and willing to serve ThunderClan and only ThunderClan."


    info — updated 01/06

    eyes of cold stone --

    Stoneface's eyes flicked down to the ground before meeting Olivebranch's gaze, hesitant. Then she nodded sharply. "Got it." She rasped, blinking thoughtfully. "I'm sorry that you all had to deal with this... Oona. Thank you for sharing it with me." Even if it didn't answer my question... She huffed mentally, nodding again. All of this was a little hard to digest - this eighth clan, this murderous medicine cat wannabe.. all of it. Still, she was skeptical. It was in her nature to be like that, though. She watched Olivebranch carefully, keeping her deaf ear pinned to her head. "Understood." She ended tartly, nodding again and backing up a little bit to give more space.


    //ic opinions again

    -- stare right through me




    updated 8/2/17