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    Behind you, sand stretches in every direction and endless waves of dunes are the only break in your surroundings. Ahead lies an infinite stretch of white that crunches under paw and tastes of salt. Fissures race across the ground like cracking ice, but this is far from ice. You keep walking, keeping the blazing sun to your left. Eventually your paws touch water, only a few inches deep, that races off into the horizon that is shrouded by scraggy mountains. You have reached it. You sit and wait for the sun to set. The sun dips below the horizon and stars gradually wink into existence. Now, the night sky stretches not only above you, but in front of you as well. You have reached the Starflats.


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    Setting: The caves, a few hours before dusk. The Annual Migration sets off at Moon High.

    ***On a normal schedule, the tribe sleeps through the heat of the day. Patrols go off at dusk, moon high, and dawn.

    **On the migration schedule, the tribe members awake a few hours before dusk to celebrate, and then normally travel around moon high. The first leg of the day takes half a day (well half the night lol). They will arrive at the ship around dawn. Time skips will be used.



    Darkstar

    Darkstar | 51 Moons | Trans - Male | Interacting with: Pricklypurr | Open | Mentions: Skyfall & Hailshine (@VocaFan53) & Anthawk (@tubig.)


    Darkstar purred, burying his muzzle further into Skyfall's flank as the tom rasped his tongue over his ears. The movement was so soothing and brought about strong feelings of being back in the nursery with his mother. Wait. Darkstar's eyes flew open and as he moved to sit up, he startled Pricklypurr out of her grooming. Her grooming of him. The tom glared at his mother, who just shrugged and started washing her own face. He rumbled, rolling his eyes before his jaws parted in a wide yawn. "Mother, what have I told you about grooming me? I am a grown adult." He murmured, trying to keep his voice down as most of his tribe mates were asleep around them. It was disadvantageous to have a conversation when you all slept in the same room. Pricklypurr raised her eyebrow, a smile playing on the edges of her lips. "As opposed to what, a childish adult? Because you certainly fit that bill." Darkstar glared halfheartedly at his mother before giving into a soft laugh. She always knew how to prod him into a laugh. It was infuriating, especially when he was in the middle of an important conversation.


    Flicking his tail, he pressed his muzzle briefly to Skyfall's sleeping forehead, before picking his away through the slumbering bodies. The tribe had grown in recent seasons, Darkstar noticed with pride, as it took him a bit of time to make his way out of the sleeping area and back towards the front of the cave. Overall, the space was massive, with arching ceilings and smooth walls from years of erosion. Every floor of the cave system was covered in soft sand that was cool in temperature as it was sheltered from the baking sun outside. In the very back of the cave, a small creek ran through several boulders before disappearing into a crack in the cave's back wall. Off to the side of it, tunnels to the nursery and medicine dens branched off, giving the queens and cats quarantined in the medicine den easy access to water at all times. As the Wet Season approached in the south, the creek's levels had receded at an alarming rate. Now, only a faint trickle ran through the cave, leaving Darkstar worrying at all times. The creek was always full and flowing by the time the tribe got back, but there was always the fear that it might dry up completely one day. Following the curving walls, Darkstar passed High Ledge, an outcrop in the cave's wall from where he announced clan meetings, and continued to the cave's entrance. The walls narrowed considerably here, only allowing three cats standing shoulder to shoulder to exit at a time. But it sheltered the tribe from harsh winds and the heat the scorched the sands outside. The dunes outside cast long shadows, obscuring the setting sun. He flicked his tail in greeting to Smokestorm, who was on watch through out the day, before settling under the High Ledge with his mother.


    "I am assuming it is time?" He asked, eyeing the whipping sands outside. Pricklypurr dipped her head, continuing her washing briefly before looking up. "Yes, Anthawk has received the signal from the Ancestors. Hailshine reported dark clouds on the horizon on dawn patrol yesterday."


    Darkstar hummed softly, his shoulders sagging in relief. He was worried they were cutting it close this year. "Ok, I'll let the tribe wake up a bit more before announcing the commencement." He fixed his mother with a stern glare, but laughter bubbled up anyway. "You're not allowed to let Smokestorm cheat in this years games."



    Woolypaw


    Woolypaw | 11 Moons | Male | Apprentice | Mentor: Hailshine| Interacting with: The Tribe | Anthawk (@tubig.) & Gnatpaw (@aeiou)


    Woolypaw grunted as a paw struck him hard in the stomach, awaking him from his deep slumber. Groaning, the apprentice stood shakily, glaring at his sleeping tribe mates around him, who carried on sleeping, undisturbed by his discomfort. Grumbling loudly, Woolypaw picked his way across the soft sand to the back of the cave. It took a little bit of climbing on his part, but he eventually found the trickling water running between two massive boulders. Feeling confident, the apprentice wiggled his way closer to the water, not watching where he put his paws. With one misplaced paw, Woolypaw slipped and went sliding into the shallow water, yowling loudly the entire way down. Splashing and yelling echoed loudly in the cave. With a grunt, he tried to stand, only to slip on the slimy rocks again, falling forward and mashing his chin against the hard rock under the water's surface. Spluttering and now soaking wet, Wollypaw scrambled from the water, pain searing in his jaw. He couldn't open it and it was definitely not in the right place. Panicking, Woolypaw fired down the medicine den tunnel, whimpering in pain the entire way.

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    GNATPAW -- 9 Moons -- Male -- Shaman Apprentice -- Mentor: Anthawk | Interacting: Woolypaw Rontu & Anthawk tubig .  

    Gnatpaw was dozing in-between wake and unconsciousness. His mind was blank, too entangled with sleep to truly think about anything. He wasn't dreaming either; he hadn't had one of those in what felt like moons. If he was more devoted to the spiritual work of a shaman he supposed it would worry him more. It didn't though, and laying in his nest in the serene quiet of the camp he wasn't sure if it ever would. The notion of peace shattered as the sound of yowling echoed across the cave walls. He could hear the distinct sound of splashing and scraping and some-cat tried-- and from what Gnatpaw could hear-- fail to catch themself before slipping into the camp's creek. In a moment Gnatpaw was on his feet and padding out of the Shaman den in search of the poor cat, his ears and tail twitching, looking for amusement. Turns out he wouldn't have to look far, said cat was coming towards him in the form of Woolypaw. His long coat was sopping and dulled to an ugly yellow-gray due to the water it was saturated with. The other apprentice was leaving a trail of water behind him, his face pulled in an awkward looking grimace. Gnatpaw blinked, mouth quirking to the side. No, not grimacing. Despite being a fairly young apprentice, Anthawk's teachings made it easy to identify an injury. Woolypaw's jaw was cocked the wrong way, and telling by the tom's whimpers, he defiantly messed it up somehow. Gnatpaw turned back towards the entrance of the den and shouted, "Anthawk! Get over here, Woolypaw did something to himself!" He whipped back around to face Woolypaw and allowed himself to laugh at his appearance. "Geez," he tilted his head and widened his eyes owlishly, grin never leaving his face, "What did you do to yourself this time? Fall into the creek like a kit? Look at you!"


    //also I feel like gnatpaw and woolypaw could definitely be friends or enemies... frenemies? either or they're all great

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    Emberwatcher - appearance

    female - warrior - no crush - no mate - no apprentice - tags: open

    She was laying at her nest, but not sleeping, her eyes was closed but her ears listened carefully what her Brother and mother was speaked at. Her nest was very near Darkstar and his mate Skyfalls shared nest, of course her nest was not always this close, but after her mates dead she wanted to be close to someone and her brother was one of them. She flicked her ears and opened her eyes, when Woolypaws and Gnatpaws voices echoes to the caves, wondering if she could get up too, instead that just acting like she was being sleeping.


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    Anthawk was sleeping noisily in his den until the familiar call of his apprentice woke him. Groaning, the brown tabby opened his blue eyes and lifted his head. No doubt his fur was everything, but he'd managed to comprehend Gnatpaw's words. The shaman stood up and shook out his pelt to try and make the scruffiness look a little more natural before he padded out. He guessed Darkstar would be commencing their migration today, so it was a really inconvenient time for Woolypaw to get injured. Anthawk let the apprentices come to him, recoiling at the sight of Woolypaw. "That looks like it hurts," he stated clearly, then a grin spread over his face. Although in reality he did, he didn't seem to understand the severity of the situation. "Not to worry, you've got Gnatpaw and I to help you. Gnatpaw and me?" the tom muttered, turning away to pick up some basic herbs. "Gnatpaw, sit him down and give him some juniper to calm him down." he called. // aeiou   Rontu


    Eveningwar opened one stark blue eye. The moment she did that, she opened the other and lifted her head, blinking sleep out of her eyes. Much unlike her half-brother, Eveningwar did not leapt to her feet. Instead the silver Bengal she sat up and began to groom down her chest fur and her flanks. Once she was done, she remained where she was, looking over all the sleeping bodies of her tribemates. Eveningwar slept near the outer edges. If she could she'd sleep near her siblings, but they liked warmth and Eveningwar would prefer not to squeeze in with others. // open for interaction

               

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    Goldenmist made her way back into camp from an early afternoon hunt, she was carrying three plump mice. She glanced around camp to see who all was wandering around camp, she heard the familiar voice of Anthawk muttering around in his den. The golden warrior padded into the medicine cat's den and sat down one of the mice for him near his nest, leaving the other but the entrance of the den. "Good evening Anthawk, I thought you might want something to eat." she meowed warmly to the tom. She noticed Woolypaw was soaked "Woolypaw, what happened? Are you alright?" she meowed, trotting over to the young tom and licking the top of his head a few times before waiting to see if he will answer.

    - softpaw stirred, one brown ear twitching. anthawk was rustling around in the den, searching for herbs, and the voice of her fellow apprentice drifted in from outside. both of which had awoken the dark molly from what she had considered a restless night. her excitement for the upcoming migration had weighed upon her, causing her to lie awake in her nest thinking about it for almost the entire night. it had surely been near dawn before she had finally dozed off, succumbing to the exhaustion that had tugged at her pelt. but now she was wide awake once more, her ears swiveling forward with interest. "anthawk? what's going on? did somebody get hurt?" the questions tumbled out of her mouth as she scrambled from her nest and trotted over to the entrance, poking her head out. the sight that greeted her eyes elicited a gasp from the she-cat. woolypaw, who was soaking wet, was standing in front of gnatpaw. the white tom's jaw was shifted in a way that did not look natural, and she figured it must have been dislocated or something of the sort. "woolypaw! what happened to you?" the shaman trainee asked the drenched male, concern lacing her words. but then she realized that woolypaw probably wouldn't be able to answer in such a state, and her ears instantly heated up. "w-well, whatever happened, anthawk will have you fixed up in no time! soon you'll be feeling much better, trust me." | anthawk tubig . && woolypaw Rontu


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    Woolypaw

    Woolypaw | 11 Moons | Male | Apprentice | Mentor: Hailshine | Interacting with: Anthawk (@tubig.) & Gnatpaw (@aeiou) & Softpaw (@cataclysm!) & Goldenmist (@Larchstorm)


    Woolypaw mustered the sharpest glare he could manage, but he didn't believe it was that effective considering tears were streaming down his face. Had it been any other situation, he would have gladly gone toe to toe with Gnatpaw. But it seemed Woolypaw was always receiving the sharp end of the stick. This wasn't the first time he had ended up in the medicine den and it certainly wouldn't be the last. The apprentice had one talent and that was getting himself in the worst situations possible. He was surprised he hadn't gotten a lasting injury out of his antics. The soggy apprentice tried to speak up and chew Gnatpaw out for standing there like a bush, but all that came out were mangled whimpers.


    Woolypaw managed another whimper as Ankhawk appeared behind Gnatpaw, but at the tom's words, the soaked apprentice shot a worried glance at his friend. Are you sure I am in good paws? His eyes asked, pupils blown wide with pain. He whimpered louder at Anthawk's suggestion of having to take juniper, which would involve opening his jaw. That was the last thing he wanted to do.


    Woolypaw glanced up as Goldenmist entered, his jaw still askew, giving an answer by his silence. As the she-cat groomed his forehead, the young tom all but melted into her fur. Now this was the service he wanted, he thought, shooting Gnatpaw a dark glare.


    As if his day couldn't get any worse, Softpaw appeared in all of her soft glory. Woolpaw prayed that the ground would open up beneath him and swallow him, but to no avail. When he reopened his eyes, Softpaw was still looking at him. Ears burning, Woolypaw dumbly gestured to his dislocated jaw, unable to look his friend in the eyes.


    Smokestorm


    Smokestorm | 26 Moons | Female | Interacting with: Emberwatcher (@Insanityflame) and Eveningwar (@tubig.)


    Smokestorm flicked her tail in greeting to Darkstar, before padding back to the main sleeping area. The lanky she-cat wanted to get some shut-eye before the games commenced. There was no way she was going to miss them and she half suspected that Darkstar put her on watch just so that she would be tired. That traitor. She had only cheated once. Even then, that was because Pricklypurr egged her on. Snorting, the she-cat slipped past Eveningwar, dipping her head to the she-cat before settling in her nest, which was nearer to the outside ring of cats than the middle. That way, if she got too warm overnight, which happened often, she could easily slip out without waking anyone. "Hello ladies!" She purred, trying to keep down a yawn.

    Goldenmist looked down at Woolypaw with a soft understanding smile "Dont worry, Anthawk will have you hissing at everyone again in no time. And once you are better I'll have a mouse ready for you right over there." She meowed in a calm yet humorous tone, before gesturing with her tail towards the mice she had caught. She felt bad for the young tom but she figured he could get kinda tired of some of the warriors looking down at him, she thought maybe he could have at least one soft voice for the moment. Goldenmist looked over at Anthawk, hoping he would give her a sign that he could easily fix Woolypaw's jaw before looking back down at the apprentice and trying to groom his fur dry as best as she could. Rontu

    - softpaw blinked sympathetically at woolypaw. it was like the poor tom couldn't catch a break! numerous times he had been sent to the shaman's den with injury upon injury, softpaw had begun to lose count. she hoped anthawk would have woolypaw feeling better before the games started, or at the least, before they set off on their annual migration. she had been looking forward to participating in the games alongside her friend, and then travelling to the migration camps with him. softpaw couldn't remember much about her first migration, as she had been much too young at the time. which was why she was determined to make good memories on this migration! it only came around once a season, after all. her amber eyes shifted to goldenmist, watching the older molly dry woolypaw's dampened fur with a twinge of jealousy. she secretly wished she had been in goldenmist's place, grooming woolypaw's pelt. but she knew that if she were in the warrior's position, woolypaw probably would've been able to hear her heart pounding. so instead, she sat down, forcing a smile. "i'd grab something to eat as well, but i'm too excited to eat! i just can't wait for the migration," she chattered, changing the subject to a more cheerful topic. | woolypaw Rontu && goldenmist Muddystream




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    GNATPAW -- 9 Moons -- Male -- Shaman Apprentice -- Mentor: Anthawk | Interacting:Woolypaw Rontu & Softpaw cataclysm! & Anthawk tubig . | Mention: Goldenmist Muddystream

    Gnatpaw met Woolypaw's teary glare with a small smirk. It seemed like his friend was always getting into some sort of trouble. Gnatpaw didn't mind much. He'd take part when the shenanigans seemed interesting, and usually he got another apprentice to stay with in the medicine den if a prank goes awry. It was always a win-win situation-- maybe not for Woolypaw though. He turned to face Anthawk at the sound of his voice and nodded at his directions. Gnatpaw could nearly feel Woolypaw's recoil at the mention of juniper berries. The other apprentice was in the medicine den enough to know that they'd have to be fed to him. Gnatpaw's eyes flicked back to Woolypaw and saw the tom's apprehension at his mentor's comments.


    "Stop your whimpering you overgrown kit," he said, pausing as Goldenmist approached them. He watched her groom his fur and his stomach felt heavy. And of course she had to offer him her mouse too. Softpaw then decided to join them, stammering and stumbling over her words, as empathetic as always. He glanced between the she-cats before remembering Anthawk's directions. Gnatpaw turned back towards the den before sneering, "You're obviously in good hands."


    Gnatpaw padded back into the medicine den. He hummed quietly to himself as he searched for the juniper. He wasn't sure why he'd suddenly got so bitter at the sight of Woolypaw and Goldenmist. He'd never be jealous of Woolypaw. Except maybe he was, because scenes like that reminded him why he wanted to be a shaman. It was odd, he couldn't remember his mom but he missed her all the same. Gnatpaw spotted the juniper and picked it up in his jaws before trotting back over to Woolypaw. His brow scrunched in thought as he glanced at the jaw before him. He placed the juniper at his feet so he could speak. "That thing's like, definitely dislocated, right?" he looked to Softpaw for conformation, and then towards Anthawk. He trained his eyes back on Woolypaw, "Can you open your mouth at all? Otherwise I might just have to force these in there." He rolled the juniper beneath his forepaw. As much as he loved giving Woolypaw a hard time, he also prided himself in being a shaman apprentice and wanted to do this in the most efficient way possible. "Unless you guys wanna try to set it back into place first?"

    Woolypaw

    Woolypaw | 11 Moons | Male | Apprentice | Mentor: Hailshine | Interacting with: Anthawk (@tubig.) & Gnatpaw (@aeiou) & Softpaw (@cataclysm!) & Goldenmist (@Larchstorm)


    Woolypaw sighed, letting his eyes fall shut with Goldenmist's grooming and Softpaw's voice in the background. Woolypaw found himself suddenly jealous of Erminepaw, Goldenmist's apprentice. What a nice mentor he had. As soon as he thought it though, Woolypaw banished it away. He adored having Hailshine as a mentor.


    His stomach growled at the mention of the mouse, but fear chased away any appetite. His jaw hurt way to much to even think about trying to eat. Instead, it just made him queasy. However, he did manage a soft laugh at Goldenmist's comment, finally feeling a bit better than when he first darted into the Shaman's den. He'd be a liar if he didn't notice Gnatpaw's change in attitude. But he knew better than to show any pity around the tom. Great Ancestors, if Woolypaw was in his place, he wouldn't want any pity sent his way either.


    With a soft look on his face, Woolypaw sagged into the sand, listening to Softpaw go on and on. He was hanging on to her every word and nearly missed Gnatpaw's reappearance. He met Gnatpaw's golden eyes and only saw focus and determination there. Fur fluffing, Woolypaw tried to open his jaw again, but a bright spike of pain made him immediately stop. "C...c-an't" Woolypaw stuttered, frowning deeply as he managed to speak, but also drooled all over his chest fur. What a way to start the day. He flattened his ears in embarrassment, forcefully making eye-contact with Gnatpaw only.

    - softpaw noticed gnatpaw's change in attitude as well. it was almost like the black-furred tom had experienced the same jealousy she had at the sight of goldenmist and woolypaw, albeit for very different reasons. softpaw had been lucky to have such a caring foster mother, who loved her and raised her as her own. it dulled the pain of losing her real family.


    gnatpaw's snide voice broke through the atmosphere, ruining any chance of her lightening the mood. she rolled her eyes, and shook her head. "don't mind him," she murmured to woolypaw and goldenmist once gnatpaw had retreated into the den. a few heartbeats later, the black tom reappeared with juniper in his grasp. she was a bit surprised to have gnatpaw look to her for confirmation. flicking an ear, she looked to woolypaw's jaw. "it looks like it," she conceded, not wanting to give a direct yes or no answer in fear that she may get it wrong. she had seen dislocated legs before, but never a dislocated jaw. pity for woolypaw spiked up again, watching the tom try to speak and grimace as a result. her amber gaze reshifted back onto gnatpaw, frowning ever-so-slightly. "we should wait on anthawk before we do anything too extreme." | woolypaw Rontu && goldenmist Muddystream && gnatpaw aeiou



    longrunner stretched, a contented purr rumbling in her chest. she had just woken up not too long ago, and had spent time grooming her fur. she was thankful for her short pelt, as it made it easier for her to keep it well-maintained, but she still liked to groom it in the morning. call it a habit, if you will. but now, she had free time on her hands, and she had decided to spend that time conversing with her tribemates. a familiar meow sounded not too far away, and she craned her neck to spot smokestorm. the tribe's self-proclaimed troublemaker. waltzing her way over, the she-cat settled down beside smokestorm, giving the other warrior a smile as she spoke. "good morning to you, smokestorm." her smile turned mischievous, taking notice of the warrior's exhausted appearance. "is darkstar trying to keep you out of trouble by tiring you out?" | smokestorm Rontu



    fidgetpaw had been awake for who knows how long, tossing and turning in his nest. at one point during the day, he had heard his sister reprimand him for his restlessness. but he couldn't help it. his excitement kept him awake, mingling with the apprehension about the migration. just thinking about the journey ahead of them made his paws antsy. what if'sspiralled around in his mind, consuming his thoughts. and it wasn't until other cats began stirring, that fidgetpaw finally scrambled out of his nest. his long fur was messy and unkempt, spiking up all over the place. but he didn't have the patience to sit and groom it, not right now. instead, he trotted out of the main sleeping area, and began practicing his battle moves in a secluded corner. | open for interaction


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    Anthawk finally dug out the poppy seeds. Poppies were hard to find, and that maybe be exactly why Anthawk was lucky to have found some. He passed two to Gnatpaw. "Feed them to him with the berries. It should calm him and numb the pain. Softpaw and I are gonna have to pop it back into place. It doesn't look broken, but it's going to hurt despite the seeds." All fun and games had been shoved aside, although Anthawk was still grinning. // aeiou   cataclysm!   Rontu   Muddystream


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    Emberwatcher - appearance

    female - warrior - no crush - no mate - Fidgetpaw - tags: Smokestorm, Eveningwar Rontu   tubig .  

    She watched what was going on with Woolypaw there as the medicine cat was with the glumsy younger cat, flicking her ears to hear what was they talking about there, about his injured jaw. Sighing she gived a quick licks to her front pwas and maked it over her ears to wash her face when overheared a voice coming near her, she turned to see Smokestorm "Oh good Morning Smokestorm" she meowed with a quick nood to the other she-cat. Her green eyes looked over to Eveningwar too with a Small smile on her face "So are you waiting for the upcoming whatever game we will have soon? Any ideas what that could be?" she keed questioining the two she-cats.

    ( tracking! i might not be able to post tonight i only just realised the time & i have an exam tomorrow but will definitely be posting tomorrow when i can. my exam is early morning, so i should have plenty of time to post tomorrow before i have to get back to revising for other exams. )

    GNATPAW -- 9 Moons -- Male -- Shaman Apprentice -- Mentor: Anthawk | Interacting: Woolypaw Rontu & Softpaw cataclysm! & Anthawk tubig .  

    Gnatpaw's frown deepened at Woolypaw's attempt to open his jaw. Getting him to eat these would be a pain, literally. He recoiled as Woolypaw's saliva fell from his mouth. He could feel the embarrassment roll off the other apprentice in waves. He almost felt sorry for him; being in front of Softpaw and all. "Gross," he let out a small chuckle, feeling Woolypaw's eyes bore into him. Gnatpaw couldn't save his friend's pride, it was too far gone. "I mean, I know I'm irresistible," he muttered, "but no need to drool all over me."


    Gnatpaw looked to Softpaw, nodding at her confirmation. He appreciated her assistance, though he preferred not to tell her that. Back when he was just apprenticed, at the age where one moon seemed like an eternity, he thought she was an amazingly experienced shaman apprentice. Of course he was older now, and in reality they were only a moon apart. But it was still a moon longer then himself, so no doubt she knew a few more than him in certain aspects. Gnatpaw accepted the poppy seeds from Anthawk and nodded at the instruction.


    Gnatpaw padded closer to Woolypaw, his eyes flicking over his features as he thought about just how to go about giving him the herbs. Woolypaw wouldn't be able to open his jaw and make the task easy, and his jaw was clamped in a way where Gnatpaw wouldn't be able to simply drop them in. He'd have to force it open then. Wonderful. "Okay," he started, staring into Woolypaw's wide eyes. "I'm gonna count to three, and you're gonna have to try your hardest to open your mouth, alright?" Not waiting on a conformation, he shifted his weight to his haunches and sat, leaving his forepaws free. "One... Two..." In one quick motion, his hind legs lifted him so he was equal in height with the larger tom. Gnatpaw hooked his paw around his jaw and lightly tugged down, shoving the poppy and juniper in his mouth. The movement of the jaw was just enough to fit the herbs in, and only lasted a moment, but no doubt sent an alarming amount of pain through him. "Three."

    Woolypaw | Apprentice


    Woolypaw | 11 Moons | Apprentice | Mentor: Hailshine | Interacting with: Softpaw [@cataclysm!] & Anthawk [@tubig.]& Gnatpaw [@aeiou]


    Woolypaw nodded his head enthusiastically, wincing as it brought on white hot pain. Honestly, he probably had wool for brains at this point. But he definitely didn't want to make any decisions without Anthawk being present. Not that he didn't trust his friends. Great Ancestors, he knew they were more competent than him in almost every way. Not that the tom would every admit it, even under duress.


    Nodding resolutely and doing his damnedest to ignore the terrifying grin on Anthawk's face, Woolypaw messily slurped at the blueberries that Gnatpaw fed him, doing his best to fight through the pain. He'd never live this moment down. He also resolutely ignored not only the sounds he made, but the juice running down his chin, staining his white fur a dark blue. Seconds ticked by and nothing happened. What if Anthawk's amount was wrong? He thought, trying to take a step forward. But somehow his feet didn't want to follow his directions and he ended up slumping forward into the dirt with his butt in the air. The tom was quickly on his way to being out cold.

    Smokestorm | Warrior


    Smokestorm | Female | 26 Moons | Warrior | Apprentice: Morningpaw | Interacting with: Emberwatcher [@Insanityflame] & Longrunner [@cataclysm!]


    Smokestorm manged to fold her long limbs into the tightest ball she could manage. She either slept like a rock or a sunning lizard, with her limbs splayed out in all directions. There was no in between for her. Sleepily, the lank she-cat started grooming her tail, having already gotten sticks in it from sitting on watch. How she managed that, only the Ancestors would know. She shuddered, thinking of all the sand and debris she'd have to clean out of her fur from the Migration. Great. The she-cat flicked an ear in Longrunner's direction and let out an amused snort. "He wishes! " She stated matter-of-factly, trying to fight back a yawn. That wouldn't help her case. "Why you wanna know, Longrunner? You afraid I'm going to beat you?" She rumbled, amusement sparkling in her eyes. She wiggled her eyebrows to get her point across. Everyone knew the only reason the she-cat won was because she bent the rules. But that didn't stop her boasting.

    She flicked an ear towards Emberwatcher, her grin spreading. "I overhead Darkstar and Pricklypurr discussing possible games the other day. I think they are leaning towards some sort of tag, but with a twist." The she-cat sighed, unhappy that she wasn't able to get the full details.

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    Darkstar | Trans Male | 51 Moons | Apprentice: Serpentpaw | Interacting with: Open

    *Is giving a little more time for the tribe to wake up*



    Starlingkit


    Starlingkit | Female | 3 Moons | Interacting with: The tribe | Fidgetpaw [@cataclysm!]


    Starlingkit expoded from the nursery den, like her rump was on fire. It wasn't actually, but you wouldn't know it from the speed she was pulling. Skidding to a stop outside the medicine den, Starlingkit took one look in and decided she didn't want to even know what was happening. Quick as a flash, the kit bolted off again, spraying sand in her wake. She sprinted into the main sleeping area with a grin on her face. Her targets were still sleeping. Perfection. She bounded up to Fidgetpaw and her tail bushed. "Hey Fidget! You wanna hear my impression of a hawk?"

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    - softpaw set her jaw in determination, nodding at anthawk. excitement coursed through her at the prospect of helping anthawk reset a patient's joint, she hadn't really had much practice beforehand. sure, she had watched her mentor and anthawk do it before, but that was the extent of it. now, she was actually going to do something!

    but for all of her excitement, a part of her didn't want to, because she knew how much it would hurt. that feeling was something she had struggled with during her first moons as a shaman, although she had gotten over it eventually. but when it came to woolypaw... it was different. she didn't want to cause him any more pain. but he'll feel much better afterwards. she told herself, padding over to where woolypaw had slumped on the ground. softpaw almost had to stifle a purr of amusement at woolypaw's awkward positioning and the berry juice staining his chest fur blue.

    she stood beside woolypaw, awaiting anthawk's further instructions. | anthawk tubig . && woolypaw Rontu


    longrunner chuckled, rolling her eyes in a drawn out, playful manner. "oh, i'd win against you only in my dreams, i'm afraid. everyone knows you're the supreme queen of the games." she drawled, smile still in tact despite smokestorm's taunting. it wasn't an unknown fact that smokestorm twisted the rules of the games to her advantage, but it wasn't something longrunner was particularly hung over about. she personally saw no harm in smokestorm's way of winning. they were just games, after all, no harm done by cheating. except for a few pissed off felines. "but who knows, maybe this year i'll get second place? fate works in mysterious ways." | smokestorm Rontu


    fidgetpaw ceased his practice session to look down at starlingkit. twitching an ear, he nodded. "uh, s-sure! sh-show me w-what you've got," normally, a kit her age would've asked an apprentice to show them some battle moves, or teach them how to hunt, but not starlingkit. she wanted to show him her impression of a hawk. it was pretty cute, to be honest. | starlingkit Rontu


    sneezecloud minced into the camp, ducking his head to avoid eye contact with any of his tribemates who were up and about. the tom was carrying a mouse in his jaws, a souvenir from his early evening hunting patrol. he set the prey on top of the fresh-kill pile, staring down at it forlornly. he wanted to take it to the elders, or to the queens and kits, but.. his fear that he would freeze up and make a fool of himself haunted him, preventing him from doing so. it wouldn't be the first time he looked like an idiot in front of his tribemates, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. and he didn't want to dampen the rest of his day with one bad encounter. so, he backed away from the prey pile with a sigh, stepping into a secluded part of camp. | open for interaction


    empyreankit was still asleep in the nursery.


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