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    HAWKHEART —

    Hawkheart's nose twitched as he slunk into the entrance of camp, glancing around almost confused. He really still wasn't used to waking up, sleeping, eating, living in the Hollow. As Cinderclan. The large tom shook himself, coming to a stop and settling next to the High-Cleft. He'd been feeling off lately, well, not lately. A while. Since..everything. Just lost. And tired. Everything felt too overwhelming, and too stagnant at the same time. It was weird, for him, at least.

               

    Ravenleaf || Warrior || 29 moons

    Interacting with: Hawkheart



    Curled up in a poorly made nest, Ravenleaf was curled up in a ball, pretending to be asleep. His muscles screamed in pain, not wanting to relive the duties he had to endure as a warrior. He had no idea now hard it was to be a warrior but he... Still preferred this over being a medicine cat. He was free,not tied down to a phony religion.


    Clearly sleeping was not working for him, so rising to his paws he moved away and left the den. Playing through the pain seemed to be what warriors did. Green eyes spotted Hawkheart and padding over to their makeshift leader, he smiled.


    "Good morning," Nodding his head to the other, tail swished lazily behind him. "How are you doing?"



    Robinpaw || Apprentice || 9 moons

    Interacting with n/a



    Claws sheathing and unsheathing, blue eyes glared down at the ground, sitting in the far left of the hollow. He hated it here. The apprentice couldn't have made that anymore clear. But what else could he do? He couldn't go back and he hated the thought of being a loner. If he was leader, well, then things would be different that's for sure. The poor leaf his paws were laying on had simply been ripped to shreds, so he resorted to just laying down on the ground.

    Goldenwhisper rested in a small thin nest, not quite asleep but not fully awake either. Her head on her paws, she stared out blearily through half-lidded eyes, before stretching her jaws in a wide yawn. Well, it wouldn't do her any good to just lay here and do nothing. She slowly got to her paws and gave a stretch, shaking out her pelt before exiting the den. She spotted Ravenleaf and their leader, Hawkheart, interacting nearby and gave a small smile, then glanced upward at the sky. It was early; a lot earlier than she usually woke up, but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep again once she was awake. Oh well, she supposed, that left her more time to be productive and useful.


    Frostpaw lay curled up tightly into a ball in the apprentice's den, not wanting to get up. He was still nervous around these other cats that came from different clans than him. He wasn't entirely comfortable with everyone yet. He's going to have to get used to it eventually, though, he reluctantly decides. He can't just keep to himself forever. Heaving a heavy sigh, the white-furred young tom hesitantly stands up, pausing for a few moments to groom his fur and help ease his anxiety. There really was nothing to be worried about, and he knows that, but he can't help but be a little nervous. Once his nerves are under control, he finally leaves the den and stands in the camp. He can see some of the warriors were waking up, interacting among themselves. Nearby, he can see Robinpaw laying alone, away from the rest of the clan. He eyed the other apprentice for a few moments then glanced away sheepishly. He was aware of Robinpaw's disdain for Cinderclan; not wanting to bother him, Frostpaw took a seat a fair length away, glancing around the camp. He could see his mentor interacting with Ravenleaf and decided not to bother them; Hawkheart would fetch him if he was needed.

    Sagestep

    The she-cat remained in her nest for quite some time, staring at the ground. She had been laying motionless for about an hour now, her thoughts nearly nonexistent save for a few images of her kits flashing through every so often. She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face into her forepaws as her heart seemed to clench inside her chest. The pain was still fresh, as was the guilt she felt. After what seemed like forever, the former queen knew she couldn't stay in the den forever, and so she forced herself to her paws. Padding outside where the rest of the newly-formed Cinderclan could see her, she trudged forward with dragging paws, her tail dangling loosely behind her. Sagestep's head was low, her eyes barely focused on the ground in front of her. Her paws were taking her towards the fresh-kill pile, where she'd have to force down yet another tasteless meal.


    Ryepaw

    The young, excitable tom had slept in and, after hearing his new clanmates awaking, he was quick to follow suit. The sandy brown tabby emerged from the den and his eyes immediately landed on Robinpaw. Wiggling his haunches excitedly, he paid no mind to the other tom's bad attitude and strutted right up to him. "What do you think we'll do today?" He questioned, wonder filling his voice. Ryepaw and his sister were brand new to clan life, having just been taken in by the clan within the last moon. That, paired with his extremely young age, made for a rather overly-enthusiastic tom. He wasn't as used to this lifestyle as the other cats; however, he also wasn't as affected by the tragedies that had befallen the four clans before the birth of Cinderclan.

    KESTRELBACK . TOM . DEPUTY —

    His ears twitched the moment the birds began chirping outside, his big golden eyes snapping open soon after. It was a habit, even before Cinderclan, for the tom to wake up before others, only now it was strange considering he was suppose to deputy of this rag tag bunch. His tail tip twitched as he rose and shook a bit of moss from his pelt, eyeing the few warriors that sat asleep in their nests still. It was nice to see the cats peaceful for once, but he needed to get moving. He could already feel the morning anxiety of being behind schedule nipping at his heels when he squirmed through the opening of the warriors den. He took a moment to glance around over the camp, watching as just a bit of sunlight glittered over the edges of the dens, before sneaking out of the entrance for a good morning hunt before training. By the time he made his way back to camp, the deputy had managed to snag a almost too skinny bird and a plump mouse. He would have to get training with his apprentice soon, but he needed to inform Hawkheart of his patrol decisions. His eyes shot over to the tom and he watched for a moment. Maybe a later time was a good idea.

                   

    — INTERACTING WITH: N/A


    HORNETWHISKER . MOLLY . QUEEN —

    Being the only pregnant cat in a new area was possibly the worst scenario she could possibly be in, yet here she was, sprawled across the nursery with aching paws and a plump belly that rippled every now and then with the three unborn kits that remained of one of her best friends. It was terribly lonely in here, despite being warm and smelling faintly of her own milk. Hornetwhisker was not the biggest fan of being alone, yet every time she made an attempt to get up her paws screamed in protest. She was only weeks, maybe days away from giving birth at this point, and she was terrified. Everyone she thought would be there for her was missing or dead, and she was surrounded by cats she didn't know, who were suppose to protect her while she raised her children. Every instinct inside of her screamed to run, to find her home, but she knew there was nothing left. Hornetwhisker sat in silence for a moment, eyes hooked on the walls of the nursery with a tiny pout before she gave a defeated huff and stood. Her stomach clenched and rippled and she gave a painful noise. It took a moment for the pain to subside, but when it did the molly was heading for the freshkill pile with her head raised high. Not many cats where her friend here (pregnant or not she had a sharp tongue), but she didn't want them to think she was weak.

                   

    — INTERACTING WITH: N/A

    HAWKHEART —

    "Good!" Hawkheart straightened a bit, pushing down all those sucky emotions, "How uh, how are you doing?" He'd known Ravenleaf, distantly, for...a long time. Even before he'd been made deputy. They'd had different circles at the time.

               


    CRAGFUR —

    Cragfur pushed themselves to their paws, from their comfy little spot outside the elders den. They'd had Hawkheart put a nest out there. Always hated sharing stuffy little dens. Especially all alone! Huffing, they made their way over to the fresh-kill pile, acknowledging the other two there with a flick of their tail, "G'morning, youngsters." Wait. They weren't that old. Cragfur stared down into the pile, fighting the urge to scrunch their face up.

               


    HORNETWHISKER . MOLLY . QUEEN —

    Hornet's whiskers twitched as she padded over to the fresh kill pile, only to bump into a former queen and an elder. She didn't really know much about the pair, but they seemed...relatively nice enough. She gave a light purt at the elder's words and arched a brow at them, snagging a bird for herself. "Youngsters? By the way you talk people would think you're ancient Cragfur." She brushed her pelt carefully against the side of the elder's and tilted her head towards the bird in her paws. "Care to share a bite with me?" She was..being overly friendy, but raising kits in a clan full of strangers was not the way to go and if it meant she qouls gain friends then overly friendly she would be.

                   

    — INTERACTING WITH: CRAGFUR + SAGESTEP

    Sagestep

    The dark grey she-cat was forced to lift her head to see the other two cats that had joined her at the fresh-kill pile. She managed to muster a small smile before even that fell from her muzzle as she selected a mouse from the pile. Sagestep flicked her ears idly at the other cats' words as she slowly ate. The flesh seemed to lack any taste as she chewed, but she managed to get it down her throat. Hazel-green eyes rose to look at the swollen belly of the queen and her chest seemed to clench. However much it pained her, though, she had still been there not long ago and a pang of sympathy for the other she-cat coursed through her. Finally managing to speak, the warrior quietly mewed, "Perhaps Sandy could try to find some borage. For the milk, I mean."

    HORNETWHISKER . MOLLY . QUEEN —

    Her eyes snapped down to the molly who was nibbling shyly at her food and for a moment she felt anger bubble up in her stomach. Who was this cat to but into her conversation? She began to fluff up a bit, but immediately relaxed when she realized who this was. Sagestep. She shared the nursery with her for a few days before moving her to the warriors den. She lost her kits during everything. The molly immediately relaxed and folded her paws under her and sat down, giving a sigh of relief as the pain was lifted from her paws. "I would like for you to be there when I give birth," She decided, running her tail over her spine. "If you would like to be anyway. It would be nice to have someone who has been through this with me."

                   

                   


    — INTERACTING WITH: CRAGFUR + SAGESTEP


    Ravenleaf || Warrior || 29 moons

    Interacting with: Hawkheart



    The Tom watched Hawkheart carefully, smiling. He didn't know the tom personally but he always seen him around before the tragedy that befell the clans but each time he did was... Pleasant. And he learned to really admire how the male took charge. He was thankful.


    "Same old, same old. " Sitting down on the ground, a purr rumbled in his throat. "Everything aches though! I don't understand how you warriors can do it!"



    Robinpaw || Apprentice || 9 moons

    Interacting with: Ryepaw



    Almost bolting out of his fur, blue eyes narrowed at Ryepaw. He could have just ignored the tom but thought against it. After all, it was just a question. With a huff, he pulled himself up, before speaking.


    "How should I know?" Tail lashed behind him, even thinking about training with this new mentor made his blood boil. It wasn't the same. He just wasn't ready for this life. "Why does it matter? This so called clan doesn't even have starclan or anything. Its just a bunch of rogue's of you ask me."

    Sagestep

    The she-cat had gone to take another bite of her scrappy meal when she heard the queen's words. She pricked her ears and looked back at her, surprise evident on her face. After a moment of consideration, a minuscule smile formed on her maw as she offered a hesitant nod, "Of...course....yeah, yes, I will be there." Sagestep quickly looked down at the ground after tripping over her words so embarrassingly, but she felt a warmth grow in her at the she-cat's kind offer.


    Ryepaw

    The smaller apprentice flattened his ears in surprise at the other tom's outburst, shocked at his bad attitude. He couldn't understand Robinpaw's disdain for the newly-formed clan, as this was the only clan he himself had ever known. And he had been a rogue less than a moon ago; if anything, the tom's statement just came across as rude. Ryepaw parted his jaws to reply, but couldn't come up with a suitable retort. Instead, he shut his mouth and turned away, letting his tail drag slightly on the ground before seeing Frostpaw. Perking up a bit, the sandy brown tabby trotted towards the other tom and came to a stop beside him. "What's his problem?" He questioned, casting a solemn glance back at Robinpaw.

    Frostpaw pricked his ears in surprise as Ryepaw addressed him, the white-furred apprentice turning to face him. "Mm... To be honest, I don't really know. He's always like that. I think it might be because he doesn't like the idea of Cinderclan..." The apprentice replied softly, wrapping his tail around his paws with another glance over at the irritable apprentice. "... To be fair, I'm not exactly used to this either, but I don't think we had a choice if we wanted to survive... I don't think it's all that bad, really." Frostpaw gave a small, shy smile, glancing back at Ryepaw. "It's best to just leave him alone for now. I hope he'll come around eventually, but he is very hostile right now.."

    HAWKHEART —


    He cracked a smile, resisting the urge to give Ravenleaf a friendly shove. "I'm surprised you don't have any muscle from running around with your nose in the dirt for herbs!" Or at least, that's what Creekclan's medicine cat had been like. Troutleap had always been one of the larger clan cats. Even if they spent most their time in the medicine den.

               


    CRAGFUR —

    Cragfur softened toward the two mollies, tucking themselves under their bushy tail. They held their tongue, deciding the wisdom of a cranky single elder wouldn't do here. As much as they did have good advice. And not just because they were an elder! They dragged a starling out of the pile, absently munching down.


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    HORNETWHISKER . MOLLY . QUEEN —

    The molly let out a soft purt and bit into her mouse, before taking a moment to shoot a look at Cragfur, "I also want you there, if you would be so kind." Her whiskers twitched as she watched the two toms speak near the leader's den, then moving her look to the apprentices fighting. It seemed not everyone was getting along too well. She gave a small snort/huff and flickered her tail tip, turning her attention back to her meal. She was starving, or at least the little ones in her belly were.

                   

    — INTERACTING WITH: SAGESTEP + CRAGFUR

    Sandy padded around in his den, checking the herb supply. So far so good. He wasn't low on anything, they had been lucky so that no disease had been running rampet in the clan. After satisfying himself that all was accounted for, the tom left the den and headed down to freshkill pile were several cats were gathered and in conversation. "Morning, everyone.", he quipped, not sure who'd hear him or not. He wondered where his apprentice was, hadn't seen her yet this morning.

    CRAGFUR—


    Cragfur gave a slow blink to Hornetwhisker, with a surprisingly gentle smile, "That would be lovely." They gave a small dip in Sandy's direction as they approached, letting out a little mrrow, "I remember when Hawkheart was a kit. I'm sure yours will be even more of a pawfull!" Kits we're always a welcome sight in any group, even if they were a ragtag group of strangers.

               

    HORNETWHISKER . MOLLY . QUEEN —

    "Oh with my tongue? Most definitely. And you never got to meet their father, but he was an intense man. They will most certainly be a pawful." Her nose scrunched up with a soft chuckle as she waved a greeting with her tail, munching on her mouse for a moment. "Afternoon Sandy. We were just talking about my kits. Perhaps you would like to give me a look over and estimate just how much time I've got left til these squirmy little things decide they want to pop out?" Her eyebrows quirked up and she laid back, relaxing a bit with a stretch. Her stomach was honestly huge.

                   

    — INTERACTING WITH: SAGESTEP + CRAGFUR + SANDY

    Sandy looked up at the Queen. "Sure, be glad to. Have you been feeling alright recently?", he asked her.


    OOC: Any specific timeframe you'd like him to tell her?


    Interacting: perseus_pie  


    Ryepaw

    "I suppose you're right," The tabby admitted, peering once more at Robinpaw before turning his full attention back to Frostpaw. Immediately perking up, Ryepaw cocked his head to the side and mewed, "You were in one of the original clans, right? What were they like? Was it anything like this?" This topic may come off as insensitive since many of his new clanmates had lost loved ones in the chaos, but he meant no harm by it. He was just a curious young tom who was excited to finally be a part of something great.


    Sagestep

    At the constant discussion of kits, the queen turned her gaze to her forepaws. It was hard to be around such talk, but she'd have to get used to it. SO, pulling together a soft smile, the dark gray she-cat raised her eyes to the other cats around her and listened silently. She had finished her meal, so she considered going back to bed, but decided against it. That was not the impression she wanted to give off in her new clan.

    Frostpaw blinked, then gave a small sigh as he gazed across the camp. "Yes, I was in Oakclan... It was, well, different than this. Everyone knew each other, and we were all able to work together well. My parents were both Oakclan warriors... But many of my clanmates, including my parents, died in the disasters that struck... Most of us here are all from different clans, so I don't really know anyone here that well. But, I am trying to get used to it."


    Goldenwhisper figured she might as well get a bite to eat and turned to the fresh-kill pile. After all, she would need the energy for later. She quietly padded over, nodding respectfully at Hornetwhisker and Cragfur before grabbing a small mouse and settling nearby to eat. As she ate, she could see Sagestep sitting nearby and sat up. She recognized the she-cat; the two had been in the same clan. "Hello, Sagestep. How are you doing?" The golden-furred she-cat asked softly.

    ( Interacting: Blitz Krieg )