Cinderclan - Roleplay

Mistyriver's pelt prickled with a sense of unease when she woke that morning. Will this clan even manage? She thought was a long, drawn out sigh. That was the first thought that woke her every morning since the destruction. But, Mistyriver had known Hawkheart since he was a young kit. He was a fine deputy in Creekclan but she wasn't quite sure he was ready to run all of these cats around yet. With a chortle she spotted her den mate Cragfur. We will just have to see, now don't we? Her twinkling eye glinted to the sky and she shakily rose to her paws. Flanks heaving, she stepped out of the den. Fresh air and sunlight made her blink heavily. She quietly padded towards Cragfur and settled beside them. "Good morning." Mistyriver rasped with a quick twitch of her tail.

Barleyheart let out a huff of exhaustion, he had just spent the morning trying to place herbs in the right areas. Things were mostly quiet, the scrawny tom peeked his head outside to see Hawkheart and Ashtail talking to each other in the center. A sudden pang left the young tom's heart pulsing. Shaking his anxiety he went back to work.

Ravenflower lashed her tail and entered the medicine cat's den with a loud chirpy, "Hey!" She saw the anxious puddle her brother was in and nudged him harshly. The said tom dropped some poppy seeds and he looked up at her with a frown. "Come on let's get something to eat!" She sat with a huff as he began to pick up the seeds. "Ugh when do you ever not think about food?" Barelyheart growled. What crawled up in his pelt? She twitched her whiskers in amusement. "I see somebody was getting to you." She rose quickly away before her brother could bat a paw at her ears. "Come on, seriously! Let's go!" She whined and headed towards the entrance. She let her ears fold when Barleyheart turned his back on her. "Okay. Just give me a sec!" The sound of her brother's normally chipper mood made her purr in amusement. In no time at all, the two of them headed out of the den to get some prey.

Frogsleap

He had tucked himself under a small bunch of brambles in a corner of the Hollow, curling up tight to try and hide from the constant cold that was hitting the makeshift camp. His tail flicked tighter around him, as he let the tip of it twitch over his face to cover his nose. He didn't feel safe nesting with the other cats, and was willing to sacrifice shelter, warmth, and comfort for some security.

The camp was surprisingly active, as he closed his eyes into a squint and flicked his ears to try and hear bits of the conversations going on. Shockingly, he wasn't that interested in their 'leader'. Sure, he actively didn't like him, but if he bothered to fill his time by thinking of the other cat, that was definitely worse. He had to be fair in that. Instead, he peeked over at the cats that were casually strolling around the camp. Two elders he couldn't recognize, a few others that he hadn't bothered to meet. And.. Ravenflower, the only cat from your clan that you knew.

Well, you did know her, but not well enough or interestingly enough that you'd get up from brooding in the cold to really talk to her. Plus.. she was obviously busy, running off to.. do stuff. He flicked his ears again, letting his tail lash out behind him before lightly stretching out his paws forward. A small yawn, and he sat up to start grooming himself. If he wasn't going to be productive, he could at least tend to himself properly.

Mistyriver let out a rusty purr and twitched an ear in amusement. "I think I'd be more comfortable sleeping on nettles." She lashed her tail and washed her paw pad quietly. "My old bones need the freshest moss." She joked before drawing the paw over her muzzle. "And you, youngling?" The one eyed elder flicked an ear towards Cragfur's slumped body.

Barleyheart stumbled a bit when Hawkheart called to them and he could practically hear his sister's amusement without her saying anything. "O-Of course!" He jittered out with a shaky mew. They headed out in silence and wasn't long before his sister got into hunter mode. "Again why do you bring me to hunt?" He sighed with a lick to his chest. Ravenflower crouched and shoved him to do the same. "You need to know too!" Ravenflower hissed at him and they were off. Barleyheart kept quiet as he watched his sister go to work.

Ravenheart tuned Barleyheart out very quickly. She scented something and drew in a breath. There! She pounced quickly, springing off and landing with a light thud. The bird squabbled and she ended it with a swift blow to the head. She turned to Barleyheart and his eyes were shining. "Yur turwn." She mewed mouth full of feathers. She could tell he was anxious, she stepped aside for him to get situated.

The tom crouched and swallowed hard. "Okay, I can do it. It's only Ravenflower..."He whispered before he got a swift whack to his flank. "Focus!" She hissed. Barleyheart's face squinted in concentration. Drawing a breath, he pin pointed something to his right. Creeping forward, he waited to see the mouse scurry closer. "Watch out for any feisty mice!" Hawkheart's voice rang in his head and he squeaked in embarrassment. He sprang and landed horribly on the now skittering mouse. Ravenflower jutted out and caught it at the last minute. The now shaking Barleyheart looked crest fallen, "I'm sorry." He croaked.

"Let's just get back to camp." Ravenflower sighed.

Mistyriver rumbled in amusement once more. "Starclan knows I'm not dying without a comfortable den!" She let out a soft yowl of laughter. "That poor tom has so much to do already! Let's pick on the young apprentices." An evil glint came about through her one good eye. She knew that Hawkheart was trying his best and she didn't put it past him to forget den bedding.

The two silently padded back to camp, the two's mouths were filled with prey. Barleyheart and Ravenflower got back to see the camp buzzing even more. They quietly headed to the pile and barleyheart let out a deep sigh. "That was rough." He flicked his tail at his sister. "Don't sweat it, you're getting better!" She purred and nudged him. The scrawny tom nearly fell over but straightened himself out. It was nice to not worry about medicine duties for once. Starclan was being annoying like usual. Keeping contact on the down low was something that irked everyone. But it irked him even more. I need you. He mentally screamed. How was he supposed to be any help to his new leader? His ears grew hot once more.

"I'm gonna give some prey to the lazy bones around here!" Ravenflower twitched her whiskers when she saw her brother in deep trance. She knew it wasn't Starclan that plagued his mind with visions or anything. It was just a daily thought process of Barleyheart. Ravenflower picked up the juicy thrush she managed to capture and trotted towards Frogsleap. He was tucked away in the corner, not untypical for her former clan mate. He wasn't too pleased with the way this all turned out. Ravenflower had somewhat hoped that the grouchy tom would at least eat something. Or even talk to someone. Well he knows me at least? She tried to reassure herself when her paws swiftly took her towards him. "Frogsleap would you like this?" Her mewed when feathers flew all around her when she spoke. The hot headed she-cat would probably not take a no. @youtubeluvr

"Very true." She sighed and yawned. "I would like to hunt but I'm sure that this old bag of bones will give out on me." Mistyriver joked but there was an underlying depth of seriousness. How could she possibly help her clan like this? If I was younger, I'd give anything to be Gragfur's age!She thought bitterly.

Frogsleap

It didn't take long for him to fall away from his stubborn mindset- Of course, so he could be even more pessimistic to himself. Nobody could complain about it either, since he was keeping his words to himself. Isn't that what he should be doing? He couldn't get in trouble if he just kept to himself- If anything, it's not like he didn't already have things he could be doing on his own. He needed to find his mom, if she was even still alive, go out and look for more of his clan mates. More cats had been appearing, but barely any cats of his own clan had joined up here. It was lonely, and he didn't want this set up to last for long- No, he already knew that it wouldn't. Not with Hawkheart as leader.

He peeked towards the approaching she-cat, lapping at his paw softly before dragging it over his face repeatedly. He didn't know why she felt the need to mother him or offer him food, but he wasn't going to complain. At least, if she didn't stay around while he did. He was tired, still, despite most others already being out of their dens and out of the Hollow. He lapped at his chest fur a few more times before really looking up at her. "I guess. I could have gotten something to eat myself, if you didn't know."

One of his ears were curved towards the leader and his deputy, trying to catch their conversation to the best of his abilities. He really wasn't a good leader. His priorities were on the wrong things. "I'm not that hungry, though. We're all going to end up dead from our 'leader' anyways, I don't see a point in stealing the dwindling prey."