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    i didn't really lay down any rules before, but as far as the advancement of this thread, i'd like for everyone to post at least 1 paragraph for each character (about 5 sentences per paragraph) i think this will help keeping the story going and will prevent one sentence replies. hope this works for everyone :)


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    The sky was a soft grey color as the sun began to rise on the horizon. Silverstar yawned as he forced himself to rise and greet the day. Making his way to the front of the den he called his own, he brushed through the hanging moss and stretched his long limbs. Everything was always so peaceful this early in the morning, even though the older tom could remember a time when this hadn't been the case. Giving himself a good shake before sitting down and beginning to wash himself, he dispelled the thoughts from his mind. Other cats were beginning to stir in the clearing as well and the other animals in the forest could be heard stirring as well. It was a cool morning, but it wouldn't take long for the heat of Greenleaf to make everyone sluggish and uncomfortable. Luckily they had had a very good New Leaf and every cat was healthy and well fed. For the moment, everything was okay. Looking up to the sky, the tom silently wondered how long it could last.


    --


    Swiftpaw was up earlier than normal, excited to start her day. She had been the only apprentice for a long time and while that had put a lot more responsibility on her, it also meant she got to train with the older cats. She wasn't the most amazing fighter, but with the help of her mentor she was getting better. Trotting out of the apprentices' den, she allowed the morning sun to warm her pelt. Lying down in the dust, the young she-cat rolled around for a moment, stretching and dirtying her pelt at the same time. Her mother would have a fit if she saw her like this, but with any luck, she'd be out in the woods by the time her mother woke up. Rolling to her side, Swiftpaw's sharp green eyes scanned the clearing for Thornfrost to get permission.


    --


    Thornclaw lied lazily in the warriors' den, his blue-grey fur puffed up to keep him warm in the cool morning air. He'd been out late the night before, helping with one of the patrols. They had stumbled upon a nest of fledglings and had brought back some prey with them. All-in-all it had been a successful night, but when the sun rose the next morning, the tom wasn't too keen on getting out of his nest. As other cats were beginning to stir, however, it was becoming increasingly difficult to feign sleep. Eventually, he would have to face the fact that he wasn't going to get any more sleep and get out to face the day. Snorting, he flattened his ears and repositioned himself to give sleep one last chance to reclaim his consciousness.

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    //Unless I get a 1 sentence reply or I simply have no muse, the following post is normal for me, so you shouldn't have to worry about me ^^


    -- Owlbright ( Samoan )

    Owlbright let out a small yawn as she awoke from her nest, her overly puffy fur sticking out in all angles. The she-cat raised her white and ginger head to look around the warriors' den at her denmates, noting how she was somehow one of the first ones up. Usually, due to her woolly and warm coat, she liked to sleep in. The den--at least to her--never got hot or stuffy, and, to Owlbright, that was good enough to keep her sleeping in until sunhigh. However, she was up, and that meant she was up for good. Standing, she gave herself a shake to knock out a few of the bits of moss and bracken in her pelt before trotting out of the den.


    As she did, the first thing she spotted was the silver tabby shape of her leader. Owlbright, being the straight-forward cat she was, waltzed up to the tom, her feathery, flag-like tail held high above her back to represent her confidence.


    "'Morning, love~" Purred the molly, brushed her head against the tom's shoulder before sitting down beside him to clean her own, long pelt of any remaining scraps of moss and to simply smooth it down. In between licks, the pale-furred female added, "Did you sleep alright?"


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    -- Bravepaw ( Samoan , assuming you meant Stoneclaw instead of Thornclaw)

    Bravepaw was less quick to get up. The small tom blinked open brown eyes, letting them focus on the den wall in front of him before sitting up. The brown, flat-faced tabby noted quickly how empty the den was, but didn't both to pick out who was there and who wasn't--if anyone was there at all that is. He preferred to at least think he was alone anyways. Giving his own fluffy fur a shake, he scrambled from his nest and excited his den. Round, sleepy eyes searched the clearing for his own mentor as well, wanting to, once again, use the day to try and prove he can be a warrior and fight like his cousin Owlbright.

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    |Crimsonfeather|


    Crimsonfeather stretched her russet limbs, her white toes stretching in tired bliss. The scent of herbs welcomed her nostrils as the russet she-cat reluctantly got up and shook off the moss that was still clinging to her silky, long pelt. Seeing as she had organized and categorized all the herbs in her herb store last night, she saw no point in going through them again. Sunlight flitted through the medicine cat den. She padded along and slipped out of the opening into the bright morning camp. The sunlight warmed her fur and she breathed in the fresh air. She spotted Owlflight shamelessly flirting with Silverstar, she twitched her whiskers in amusement. Across the way, she spotted Thornclaw, Swiftpaw, and Bravepaw. The camp was becoming alive with activity.

    A pair of fangs glistened with thick saliva as the sleepy form stirred with a yawn. The signs of fading fatigue traveled down the feline's body-a roll of the shoulders, an arch of the back-seeping down into tiny, outstretched toes. Finishing with a tiny quiver, her breath was warm as it left through her black nostrils. It was a good stretch. So good, in fact, that with a smile curved on her lips, Pinemouth folded back into herself and closed her eyes. Just a little longer...she thought, curling her paw over her eyelid to block out the bright light. The den was still cool from the night, and her nest was still soft from her body weight. It would be a shame to give up the comfort of her position so soon. For now, the small warrior planned to sleep until the sounds of a thriving clan would wake her up, too.

    Rainfeather

    She had been awake for longer than she had hoped, the bad dreams feasting on her craving for deep sleep. Because of this, she had watched the sun rise slowly from the horizon, it's bright blinding light creeping across the land. The golden rays tickled her eyelids until she flicked them open, squinting her eyes from the flash of the sun's growing beauty. Before she knew it, the sun had fully risen, illuminating everything below like a flashlight in pitch black. She moaned, but slowly rolled over and got up, one foot at a time, careful not to disturb any other sleeping figures. She shook off the remaining moss clinging to her soft patterned fur, and started outside, ready to face the day and whatever it brought with it.


    Sunstorm

    He was an early riser, everyone could say that about him. Something about the cool early morning air invigorated him, encouraging him to get up and take a walk, or just simply sit outside and watch the sun rise. As the clan woke up one by one, the camp slowly buzzed to activity. He rolled his shoulders, attempting to release the tightness that seemed to root him to the spot, but only temporary relief was granted to him. But temporary relief would have to do for the moment. He stretched and stood from his sitting position, one he had been holding for the last couple of hours.

    The sound of shuffling paws grew closer. It told Pinemouth that she wasn't actually sleeping, and probably wouldn't be able to again until sundown. The sound quickly slipped away, and she knew that the den was only getting emptier as the sun climbed higher. The warrior slowly peeled open an eye, with a muffled exhaled that revealed neither of excitement nor disappointment. Pinemouth didn't expect this day to be any different than the rest, but she also knew that her state of mind would only make her a poor excuse of a warrior. The tortoiseshell slowly rose from her nest. One by one she pushed out a lengthy leg, stretching as far as she could until they shivered. She would never understand how her fellow 'mates could be so quick to rise to the occasion. Pinemouth slipped out of the warrior's den, her eyes still heavy with fatigue.

    | Silverstar |


    roach ! The attractive tom cat hadn't been awake long when he was approached by a familiar scent. Owlbright pulled herself up from the warriors' den and made her way across the clearing before Silverstar had a chance to brace himself. It wasn't that he minded the she-cat's presence as much as it was that she could be a little overwhelming. Silverstar had seen the fiercest of battles, forest fires, and had nearly been torn apart by rogues, but Owlbright always made him a little uneasy. Raising his head a bit as she rubbed against him, he tried to keep from inhaling her long hair. "Good morning Owlbright. I slept well... What about you?" Silverstar had never been skilled at talking to the other members of the Clan he'd come to call home. It had taken him a long time to earn their respect and there were still plenty that distrusted him. That was the burden he would always carry for having been born to rogues. Flicking his ears, he cleared his mind.


    | Swiftpaw |


    roach ! As the sun rose and the other cats started to get up and walk around, Swiftpaw sat outside the apprentices' den casually licking her one white paw and drawing it up over her ear. She had been an apprentice for so long now, but she was still so small. Trying to remember her brother, all she could remember was him hogging their mother's milk as a kit. Blinking her intelligent green eyes, the young apprentice sensed the presence of the only other apprentice in the clan. With a sly grin, the young she-cat dropped close to the ground and waited until Bravepaw was in sight before pouncing and throwing her weight against him in attempt to knock him to the ground. She had been practicing a lot with her mentor lately and while she was easily the smallest non-kit in the clan, she had gotten pretty good at fighting. As soon as they hit the ground, she leaped to her feet again, ready for any retaliation that might come from her little surprise.


    | Stoneclaw |


    Stoneclaw gave a huff of annoyance as he stepped out into the sun. He was tired and a bit sore, but as many of the others in the clan, he had responsibilities. As he scanned the camp, he noticed Swiftpaw getting ready to pounce on Bravepaw and shook his head. While they'd been training for a while, Bravepaw still had a lot to learn before he was ready to become a warrior. Not incredibly interested in the results of their little play fight, the dark grey tom padded over to the freshkill pile where one of the fledglings he'd brought in the night before rested neatly at the top of the mound. Grabbing it gently in his teeth, he made his way over to a patch of sunlight and lied down to enjoy his meal in peace.

    -- Bravepaw ( Samoan )

    Bravepaw, though a bit bigger than Swiftpaw as well as sturdier, was unprepared for the surprise attack. His round brown gaze had locked onto Stoneclaw when Swiftpaw started to stalk him, making him the unsuspecting prey. A kit-like squeak escaped from the young tom's flat muzzle as he tumbled to the ground in a pile of fluff. Once Swiftpaw's weight was lifted off him, however, the tom was up and ready to fight. Long pelt fluffed out and body tense, Bravepaw launched himself at the she-cat. Short legs flew at the apprentice with the rest of the fluff following--however the leap was terribly aimed and barely reached Swiftpaw. The striped tom let out a yelp as he did an unintentional somersault, rolling past Swiftpaw and into a den wall. Bravepaw, despite his attempts to be like Owlbright, still wasn't much of a fighter or hunter at that. Scrambling back onto his paws, the young apprentice looked away in embarrassment.


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    -- Owlbright ( Samoan )

    It wasn't long before Owlbright gave up on cleaning her entire pelt. Like normal, she would simply pick bits out and unknot it during the day. However, Silverstar's question drew her attention towards him, giving her a new thing to focus on. "Oh, alright, I suppose. My nest can get a little lonely~" While the words Owlbright spoke were meant partially as a flirt, it was also partially a joke, considering she slept in a den full of cats. "Though I guess you would know about that, hm?" A smirk spread across the long-furred molly's face as she gave a sideways look towards Silverstar. It was an obvious poke at how the leader slept alone in his den. Her long, fluffy tail flicked behind her as she spoke, her posture relaxed but confident.

    |Crimsonfeather|


    roach !   Samoan Crimsonfeather trotted with her tail high in the air over to the fresh kill pile, she hadn't eaten for what seemed like days now due to she was busy collecting the fresher and greener herbs that Greenleaf had brought. She narrowly dodged a scuffle between Swiftpaw and Bravepaw. She noted that Bravepaw, although sturdy and well in size, was not much of a fighter like Swiftpaw was. She shrugged it off, perhaps with practice he would learn.


    "Careful you two," Crimsonfeather warned them as she trotted by.


    She made her way to the fresh kill pile and plucked a vole from it. She settled in a sunny spot not too far from her den to eat, her grey blue eyes taking in the camp slowly and without much interest.

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    Hollypelt woke to the sound of clan life; her eyes slowly blinking open. Darksky, her deceased mate, had always told her that her eyes reminded him of a storm. The queen closed her eyes again and purred at the thought of the tom. If only he had gotten a chance to meet his kit.

    Speaking of her kit, the gray and white tom was curled up next to Hollypelt's stomach. The black and white she-cat gently nudged the kit to wake him. "Time to wake up, Eaglekit." The she-cat meowed softly which caused Eaglekit to stir.

    "I don't want to get up." Eaglekit whined as he burrowed deeper into his mother.

    "Don't you want to go see the apprentices before they go training?" Hollypelt inquired which made Eaglekit leap to his paws.

    "I'm going to go see Bravepaw and Swiftpaw!" He told her as he raced from the den.

    Hollypelt began to purr again at the sight of her son. She rather enjoyed being a mother, though she wasn't sure if she would ever find love again much less have more kits.


    //Eaglekit is one moon away from being an apprentice//


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    Sparrow was laying in a barn littered with mice. One wrong step and he'd have his next meal. It was a pleasant life albeit a lonely one. His father wanted nothing to do with him, his mother passed away from illness, and his brother died at birth.

    The brown tabby tom was rather used to being alone, though. He didn't much care for strangers or social interaction.

    Flicking one of his bat-like ears, the tom stood and padded out of the barn. There wasn't much to do, so he might as well explore. It wasn't long before he found the very strong scent of multiple cats.

    Twitching his abnormally long whiskers, the tom thought he would be daring and step over it. What was the worst that could happen?

    -ghost-  


    Pinemouth was still a bit groggy, and she could feel the yearning of sleep weighing down her paws like stones. It was like a sickness that wouldn't go away, and although she didn't mind it just moments before, her exposure to a lively morning made it a nuisance. A nice walk will do the trick, she decided as she sauntered out of the camp.

    The wind blew warm kisses through her dark fur, making the female list her head in bliss. The heat grazed her naked skin, curling around her nose and the scruff of her neck. Her head naturally twisted around in the direction of the breeze, and she felt the gust of air disappear into the canopy, briefly stirring up a web of leaves on the forest floor. Naturally, her eyes wafted around the rich scenery, observing the majestic trees as they stretched towards the sun from their gnarled roots down below. The sounds of birdsong flitted from tree to tree, and it made her remember how the forest was constantly changing. It wasn't like the camp, where you knew every crack and crevice and feline. She knew you couldn't expect anything from the forest. Something about that made it both dangerous and serene, but she liked it because it fulfilled her natural curiosity. Another wind came by to justify her thought, as she caught the smell of unfamiliar cat nearby. Pinemouth stiffened. "Who's there?"

    Cloudfeather blinked her vivid blue eyes as she glanced around. A warmth spread through her seeing everyone waking up or them just being well. She flicked her fluffy multi colored tail before going to sit off too the side. The she-cat didn't want to trouble anyone by being in the way. Giving her chest a few licks she wondered if anyone would like to chat or perhaps go hunting.


    A sleek black pelt was barely seen as its owner moved silently. The tom was stalking some prey he had scented while out on a quick morning hunting. Darkclaws pupils narrowed as he focussed on the prey. With swift and well learned movements the toms muscled bunched and it was over. He had caught his quarry easily and dispatched it with a fatal bite. Settining it down he licked his lips to clear them before picking the prey up once again and heading for camp.

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    WhitePaw

    11 Moons || Male

    A black tom padded into camp with a mouse in his jaw, behind him, his sister followed with two birds. He dropped the prey onto the prey pile before turning his pale gaze to the other apprentices. He chuckled under his breath, "They really still are kits, aren't they BlackPaw?" WhitePaw spoke in a deep voice, he glanced at his sister from the corner of his eye.


    BlackPaw

    11 Moons || Female

    The white and black female lifted her head to look in the direction of her fellow apprentices, she blinked, "Oh WhitePaw, we acted the same way only a few moons ago. Let them have a little fun, while they still can." The lean female padded over to them, she dipped her head and looked at both with her piercing pale yellow eyes, "Hello! BravePaw, SwishPaw. How are you to doing?" BlackPaw sat down, licking one of her paws and swiping it over her left ear. Though just sitting, she was taller then both of the other apprentices, she and her brother both had long legs, which helped then run far and fast.

    -- Bravepaw & Owlbright ( Samoan   Stormsand01   -ghost- )

    Bravepaw happened to hear the comment the two siblings made before heading over to then. After all, the camp was a confined space. You can hear a lot of what is said if the words aren't said carefully. Bravepaw felt a little hurt by the words. He was only a moon into his apprenticeship! He was still basically a kit! Whitepaw, Blackpaw and Swiftpaw were all almost warriors, so Bravepaw was the odd one out. Uncomfortable being around the bigger cats, he muttered a quick. "Fine." before leaving to find Stoneclaw. However, before he could, he was once again interrupted as he felt a small form, about his size if not a little smaller, run into him, knocking him off his paws. It was Eaglekit, one of the current two kits in the nursery, but of course Bravepaw didn't know that. Untrue to his name, Bravepaw wasn't all that brave. The surprise impact startled the fluffy tom enough to send him running towards his cousin, Owlbright, who looked up immediately as she noticed Bravepaw running towards her. The young tabby threw himself under the long-furred molly, tucking himself into her fur for comfort. Owlbright shot an annoyed and irritated look towards the apprentices, assuming they had done something due to seeing Bravepaw with them before, and the proceeded to lick at the small tom's head and ears to comfort him.

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    BlackPaw

    11 Moons || Female

    The apprentice watched as BravePaw scurried off, she shook her head, feeling bad for the small tom. The white and black cat followed after him. BlackPaw dipped her head to OwlBright before speaking to the other apprentice, "BravePaw, come on back. We didn't mean to frighten you." The female looked down to the tom with soft pale eyes.


    WhitePaw

    11 Moons || Male

    The black tom watched his sister go after BravePaw. He nodded his head slightly to himself, before gazing over at the kit who had run over.


    // roach !

    //mobile//


    Hollypelt stood and arched her spine as she stretched. The queen then padded toward the fresh kill pile and picked a mouse up in her jaws. Glancing around, she searched for someone to eat her meal with.


    Eaglekit blinked up at Bravepaw with curiosity. Why had he run away? Was he that tough looking? He would be an apprentice soon and he hoped to be the best apprentice there ever was. If he already scared an older cat, he knew he could be a ferocious warrior.


    Sparrow flicked one of his abnormally large ear's at the sound of another cat's voice. Glancing around, the loner's amber eyes caught sight of a tortishell she-cat. Her scent was much like that of the border he just stepped over.

    "The name's Sparrow." He called out to her, very curious as to who she was. He had heard of cats living in the forest, but he didn't know much about them.

    -- Owlbright & Bravepaw ( Stormsand01 )

    Before Bravepaw could respond for himself, Owlbright sent a glare Blackpaw's way, whisking her tail around to lay it across her paws as a way of partially protecting Bravepaw, who was more than happy to stay where he was pressed against his cousin. "Let him make his own choice. If he doesn't want to come play with you, leave him be." The molly's words were surprisingly frosty considering the conversation she had piped up with Silverstar. One moment she was openly flirting with the leader and the next she was cold, her fur partially puffed out in defense. It was already clear Owlbright wasn't going to let up. Being the family-orientated and protective cat she was, she cared for her cousin like a mother for her kit. She would protect him like she was his mother as well, and the thing was Bravepaw didn't seem to mind. He was more comfortable around Owlbright anyway, even when she got so protective over him.

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    BlackPaw

    11 Moons || Female

    BlackPaw narrowed her, once soft, eyes at OwlBright. She flicked her left ear before speaking again, "I just wanted to know if he was alright. He got a bit frightened on how we came up behind him." Her eyes flickered from OwlBright, to BravePaw, then back to OwlBright.


    WhitePaw

    11 Moons || Male

    -waiting


    // roach !

    -ghost-


    Pinemouth was discomforted by the ease in the stranger's tone. He didn't sound threatening, like he had a purpose for coming so close to clan territory. Still, it wasn't enough to convince the molly to let him any closer than he already was. She bristled in attempt to make her pathetic figure look bigger than it really was. "I'm not here to make small talk. State your purpose or leave before I make you," she hissed.