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    Littlestep

    Sleeping was easier said than done to the small she-cat nowadays. With the all too recent formation of TorrentClan, and their less than friendly neighbors with ScarletClan, it was tense. Nervousness was something that was normal for Littlestep, although she was at ease with her friend, Honeystar's leadership; she knew that her brother was less than pleased. Opening her eyes, the deep green only showed stress as she once more awakened for perhaps the tenth time that morning, she couldn't sleep. Despite taking poppy seeds in hope that would help her sleep, that didn't at all. Everytime she dared to close her eyes, Hawksight's image would appear within her mind causing her to awaken in fear, thus the cycle would repeat. She felt sick to her stomach, uncertain of what Hawksight was planning to do. She just hoped he wouldn't try to force her to betray Honeystar in any way... But that would be foolish to wish for. She should know him better by now, he was as cold and as cruel as their father.


    Exhausted, the medicine cat's gaze turned to Maggotpaw, still seeing that he was asleep, she had quietly rose to her paws and slowly dragged herself out from the den, green eyes heavy with sleep although as she poked her head out, she shuddered at the chill in the air. Leaf-fall was slowly settling in after the harsh Greenleaf months, and of course the many skirmishes with ScarletClan. Littlestep was well aware that both of the clans were trying to recover and were war-weary at the moment, but she certainly had a bad feeling the temporary truce would not last.


    Stepping slowly toward the freshkill pile, Littlestep had pawed through the pile, retrieving a mouse at the bottom. She would leave the fresher prey to Rustycreek, and Featherdust as well as the other warriors, they would need it far more than she. Just as she turned around to go and hide in her den, her blood chilled as a startled squeak left her maw, resulting in her coughing on the mouse in her grasp.


    Hawksight

    Hawksight's amber gaze opened, peering around the warrior's den for a few brief moments before he had stood and picked his way around his clanmates, not wanting to cause any of them to awaken. The brown tabby took in a sharp breath of the cold air as soon as he was outside, shaking out his thick fur as his gave his white chest a few licks. Hawksight in appearance was the very likeliness of Rush, muscular like his late father, his tabby pelt being identical, and not only that, his vicious streak and inner personality being as warped and as twisted as Rush himself. The large tabby however didn't much care for being compared to his father, in fact he remembered quite clearly the uprising against his father and killing the tom with his own paws. But did he get recognized by his deeds? No. He didn't.


    Bitterness swelled within his heart, tightening as he took in another breath. He was not chosen to lead this clan, despite it being his right to. He was the one who killed his father, and he had been personally favored by Rush for moons, groomed to be his father's likeliness and for what? His efforts to be suddenly brushed aside while the position he deserved had been handed over to Honeystar by dead cats. Not only that, the new leader found favor in Swiftfox instead of him, at the very least if he got the deputy role he would have at least been pacified... But no. No, of course he wouldn't and it burned him to his core.


    The tabby's gaze settled however upon his littermate's small form, creeping pathetically toward the freshkill pile, unaware to his presence. He had to admit, Littlestep did ease some of his frustration... Only slightly. The little coward had been chosen by StarClan to be their medicine cat, a position higher than he. That irritated him to no end. She was useless majority of the time, and yet once again long dead cats would grant her a position of power over him. Standing up, the brown tabby had walked over toward Littlestep, the small she-cat gaving grabbed a mouse and as she turned around to face him, her reaction had caused a rush of satisfaction to go through Hawksight. Yet he knew he could not act as he usually did to Littlestep, saying instead in a warm tone, "Good morning Littlestep, how are you feeling today? You don't look like you've had gotten any sleep." He already knew the reason why; Littlestep was always a coward and little things that scared her certainly made her agonize over it for long periods of time. Now, the source of her anxiety was him and he knew it. He enjoyed it, seeing the trembling in her form as she coughed, attempting to draw air into her lungs, dropping the mouse, "H-Hawksight, I... I'm alright."


    Robinswoop

    The ginger tabby's form had remained coiled up toward the back of the den, although her ears twitched at the sound of movement. Amber eyes opening, she spotted Hawksight's form leaving the den itself, although she had ignored him for the most part. Hawksight was the exact likeliness of Rush, although Robinswoop held not much emotion toward their father, she couldn't help but look toward Hawksight sometimes as if expecting her younger half-brother to give her an order. Robinswoop rarely interacted with her half-siblings, seeing them more as strangers than anything else. Rush as it was, had been a very loose tom, gaining many mates during his time of living. Robinswoop was merely one of the children that Rush had fathered into the world, an empty husk of one that is.


    I should get up. It was pointless staying curled up when already cats were waking up. So, quietly the ginger she-cat had rose from her nest and picked her way around the sleeping warriors in the den, her fur fluffing up at the cold air that greeted her as she then moved out of the way of the warrior's den, not wishing to block it. Her amber gaze temporarily settled upon her half-siblings near the freshkill pile, but the ginger warrior had quickly dismissed them and settled upon grooming her pelt to warm herself up a little before the rest of the clan would wake.

    Bramblepath

    Bramblepath | Male | Heterosexual | Crush: Open | Apprentice: Open

    "Speaking" Thinking

    Interacting with: Robinswoop NEBBY. OOC: Text here



    Bramblepath opened his eyes as the ginger pelt of Robinswoop brushed past him. Her scent lingered in his nose making him want to sneeze, but he forced it down. The large burly tom sat up in his nest and shook out his long tangled fur. There wasn't much point in grooming himself as it would just get knotted up again, and so he gave his chest a few licks before stepping softly out of the warriors den. Glancing back over his shoulders at the sleeping warriors, the tom gave a gruff snort. Useless, every one of them.


    He turned his amber gaze to the freshkill pile as his stomach began to rumble, but seeing Hawksight and Littlestep hovering near it made him pause. The she-cat was trembling as she usually was and Bramblepath rolled his eyes. It was good that she was granted role as medicine cat, because Bramblepath couldn't see her being much use anywhere else. His ears twitched in irritation as he caught sight of the mouse she was carrying. Rush may have seemed harsh to most cats, but there were some things he and Bramblepath agreed on. He didn't see why they had to waste precious prey on cats who wouldn't hunt for themselves. It seemed mouse-brained to him, but these were Honeystar's rules and as a loyal tom he had to follow them.


    Deciding to catch a few rays of sunlight before the camp awoke, Bramblepath made his way towards Robinswoop and settled down. The ginger she-cat wasn't at all like her half siblings and Bramblepath was grateful for that. Hawksight was too cheery and Littlestep was afraid of her own shadow. Both of these cats lived by their hearts, but Robinswoop was different. She reacted with reason and collectiveness. She didn't let emotions cloud the truth and most importantly she didn't feel the need to share sob stories with anyone. She just floated through the clan silently and Bramblepath enjoyed that. His ghost-like companion.


    After giving his chest a few thorough licks he turned his gaze to the she-cat. "What do you bet that these flea bags wont wake up until sun high?" he grumbled while pointing with his chin towards the warrior den. His voice was deep and slightly raspy. One that sounded angry even when he was perfectly calm for Bramblepath had lost his gentleness many moons ago.





    Drizzlestep

    Drizzlestep | Female | Heterosexual | Crush: Open | Apprentice: Open

    "Speaking" Thinking

    Interacting with: Open OOC: Text here



    Drizzlestep curled her tail tighter around herself as cats shifted around her. She wasn't ready to wake just yet and closed her eyes tighter. Her ears flattened slightly as yet another cat padded out of the den past her and she let out a small irritated snort. It wasn't long, however, before the den returned to its warm stillness and the blue-grey she-cat rolled over in her nest. Stretching out, her paws landed on something warm and fluffy, but instead of opening her eyes Drizzlestep grabbed onto it and pulled herself in. The familiar scent of one of her clanmates washed over her as she buried her face in their fur. She didn't care what the cat would have to say about her uninvited cuddles. For now she just wanted more sleep.


    Littlestep

    The medicine cat's small form trembled more underneath's Hawksight's gaze, turning her head down toward the mouse before her and hastily grabbing hold of the piece of prey and rushing past her brother. She couldn't take being around him longer than she had to. Soon, her form could be seen disappearing into the medicine cat den, her fear clinging heavily to her pelt as she hastily moved to her nest, cowering within it as she had dropped the cold mouse she had grasped, her form trembling uncontrollably.


    Hawksight

    The large brown tabby watched as Littlestep had rushed past, tilting his head although he had suppressed a chuckle from leaving him. Amusing as usual, he didn't even have to say much anymore to her before she started running. However, he eventually would have to talk to her, Littlestep was being far too nervous for her own good. It would draw suspicion to him that he didn't need. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes settled upon Robinswoop and Bramblepath, although he didn't approach. He found them both dull, more so his older half-sister than Bramblepath, Robinswoop exhibited close to no emotion and it was bizarre for him to see the older she-cat even talk to another clanmate. Maybe she's actually talkative today? The thought made him nearly scoff. Robinswoop was never talkative, he had tried to speak to her many times previously and she would always without fail look past him and ignore him. It did bruise his pride to be ignored quite a few times, but at this point he didn't much care.


    Although he was connected to Robinswoop by blood, that was it. There was no attachment to the ginger she-cat, and he couldn't say he felt connected to Littlestep either. Hawksight instead found enjoyment in being with his apprentice, Briarpaw. Now, that she-cat had proven to be intelligent, much more so than the fools that simply followed Honeystar blindly. He often enjoyed training his apprentice, at the very least finding enjoyment in being with Briarpaw.


    Robinswoop

    Hmm? Pausing in her grooming, the ginger tabby had paused for a few seconds, looking toward the large form of Bramblepath, having already picked up his scent as he approached. Robinswoop was quite familiar enough, or rather was aware of Bramblepath's previous involvement with her father. A loyal cat until Rush's inevitable death, Robinswoop didn't typically interact with him much nor any of her other clanmates in particular. But, she didn't mind his company, not paying much mind to his seemingly angry tone. She could see it enough in his demeanor that he was not angry, body language was everything after all, something that was an early lesson that Rush trained her in. Pausing, her gaze followed where he had motioned toward the warrior's den, although that caused her to simply give a shrug.


    Turning her head, she took to grooming some of the fur upon her back, giving it a few swift licks before she had paused, eventually raising her head and finally giving a response to the large tom, "Hm. Most likely they will sleep till sunhigh, so," The ginger tabby turned her head to look at him, amber gaze appearing as blank as ever, "I know well enough that would be a pointless bet, no?" A rather lackluster, blank response from Robinswoop but at the very least she had given him one. Normally, the ginger she-cat would only give nods or shrugs in response to others.


    Standing, the she-cat fluffed out her ginger pelt for a few seconds, her gaze shifting past her half-siblings toward the freshkill pile, observing the depleted state of the pile before her amber gaze had turned to Bramblepath, tilting her head as she then simply said, "Hunting patrol?" She already had spoken more than she normally would, so of course the next thing would be to start clan duties and continue to do so until the day was done. Normally, she wouldn't offer to just go on hunting patrols, normally falling in line whenever Swiftfox would organize them, but considering their deputy was not awake, they'd might as well start. Besides, it's not as if she was intimidated by Bramblepath, in fact her lack of emotion and fear applied to everyone. Bramblepath was simply another clanmate to interact with, one that was bearable enough to her.

    Swiftfox | Female | Bisexual | Crush:Open | Apprentice:Open

    Speaking with: Ashstorm

    IC: Swiftfox had awoken before the dew had completely settled on the grass that ran along the shore line. Swiftfox had decided to go out with her brother this morning before the others just so that she could check out the territory more. The she cats green gaze took in everything around as she walked stopping for a moment to look back in order to see where he brother had gotten to. Sighing she waited as Ashstorm seemed to be gazing into the waters edge, with not a care in the world. Sometimes Swiftfox felt envious of this. She had friends at one point or at least she thought she had since she had been made deputy it seemed like there wasn't many that liked her anymore. Not like it had been much of a difference as a rogue sometimes she felt lucky realizing she had survived Rush's rule. As she watched her brother the Swiftfox sat down tucking her tail around as she waited taking the time to listen for prey that may be near by so that they had something to bring back from their adventure. Swiftfox knew that she couldn't have nothing to show when she got back. The others would just use that to their advantage as they fought to claim her position in the clan.


    It's not like she asked for the position, how was it her fault their 'ancestor's' had chosen her to help Honeystar. Sure she had accepted, but why did it make her the outcast. Giving her head a shake she cleared her throat in an attempt to catch her brothers attention, today was to busy a day to let thoughts like those play around in her head.she was glad when Ashstorm looked up from the water his eyes looking a little filmy, making her realize he hadn't just been starring into the water but letting his emotions out away from the others as well. Today was a rough day for the two of them, a reminder of their parents death at the claws of malicious cats she gave a tentative nod before walking back to him gauging the sun she knew they had to be on their way back to the camp now. "Come on brother, time to head home. Let's catch some prey on the way back." she suggested brushing her tail softly against him as she walked past.


    Ashstorm | Male | Bisexual | Crush:Open | Apprentice:Open

    Speaking with: Swiftfox

    IC: The tom had padded quietly alongside his sister for most of their journey around the territory staying in the limits of safety Swiftfox had wanted to look around some more but he knew it was really just her wanting to get out of the camp today away from the judging eyes of the cats that surrounded them daily. In a way it had been easier as a rogue, fighting, hunting and doing as they pleased. Now as a 'clan cat' things were different and Ashstorm was not so sure he enjoyed the changes especially the one that now caused his sister so much stress. As they neared the river the tom felt the burden of the day hit him like a birds talon the river is where his parents would have loved to hunt by being the somewhat odd cats of the rogue group they much preferred to hunt in the water and no cat not even him understood it. he stopped to peer into the water letting his mind run a little as he did so. The day he had grown old enough to be let out of the cramped environment they had hidden in his father had taught him how to hunt and then had started his battle training telling him that the world was never as it seemed and to always be ready for an attack even if he though he was alone. When he heard a noise his mind started to unfog he then realized his eyes had gotten a little misty from his memories. Standing up and looking up from the water he looked at his sisters green gaze with his blue one and stood "Yes, lets get back." he replied before the both took a slight quick pace back to camp.


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    Bramblepath | Male | Heterosexual | Crush: Open | Apprentice: Open

    "Speaking" Thinking

    Interacting with:  NEBBY. OOC: short cause I'm on mobile



    Bramblepath glanced down at Robinswoop as she gave her response and he let out a small harsh chuckle. Given the long pause between her responses, Bramblepath had already looked away twitching his tail tip as he watched Hawksight lazily. Hearing the ginger she-cat once again, the thick furred tom turned his gaze back to her. The question she asked was short and to the point which is what Bramblepath liked most about the she-cat. "Yes, I suppose we should." He stood up and shook out the dirt that had collected on his pelt when he sat down. Robinswoop was getting things done. That was more to say for anyone else in the clan.





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    Drizzlestep | Female | Heterosexual | Crush: Open | Apprentice: Open

    "Speaking" Thinking

    Interacting with: Open OOC: Text here



    Still sleeping.


    Littlestep

    (Open for interaction)


    Hawksight

    (Open for interaction)


    Robinswoop

    A satisfied nod had been Robinswoop's silent reply to Bramblepath's words. The tabby had proceeded without pause toward the direction of the camp entrance, already expecting the large tom to follow, although her fur had fluffed up once again at the chilly breeze that flowed past. The camp walls had blocked majority of the cold wind that had been flowing through, she supposed it would only get colder as time wore on. Leafbare wouldn't be too far off, and with it the lake would freeze over. Her nose had twitched slightly at the recent scent trail that was nearby, Swiftfox, Ashstorm. Well, she supposed their clan deputy had woken up earlier than she thought. She dismissed it quickly though, it didn't matter to her too much right now.


    Instead, the ginger tabby proceeded onward without much pause, considering her options on whether she should take to hunting in the forest or try her paw at fishing. She wasn't afraid of water, nor did she particularly dislike it, but the she-cat didn't feel too keen on feeling more cold than she was at the moment. The forest it is. Her steps changed direction, looking upward toward the trees, her ears perked up as she spotted a bit of movement causing her to slow and come to a halt in front of the tree before tensing, leaping upward and beginning to climb. She could hear the cries of a sparrow within the tree above. Granted, getting the opportunity to climb trees was rare enough on its own, having the occasional bird travel over from ScarletClan's territory was a blessing enough on its own.


    Confident and sure of her pawhold, Robinswoop had gradually made her way upward and finally went still, her amber eyes locking upon the bird unaware to her presence. Taking time to move around the side of the tree, opposite of the bird, the lithe she-cat had settled upon the branch above and without a moment's hesitation, the she-cat had leaped. Her claws met their mark, the branch swaying wildly underneath her weight as her teeth met the sparrow's throat, sinking her claws into the trapped bird's wings as the piece of prey struggled about wildly. Soon, it stopped moving and thus, being satisfied with her first catch for the day, Robinswoop had gradually made her way down the tree, holding the bird tightly within her jaws and finally reaching the ground, she had begun to dig a hole near the base of the tree, dropping the sparrow within and covering it once more. She would come back for it later after catching more prey.

    FERRETFOOT // open

    Ferretfoot woke as other warriors started to leave the den. He stretched out his limbs, and gave his chest a couple of licks, then padded into the clearing. He sighed at the sight of Littlestep and Hawksight, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence, in fact, it was a very common occurrence. He padded past the warriors already gathered, and padded over to sit by the fresh-kill pile until Swiftfox got back to organize patrols.


    MAGGOTPAW // Littlestep

    Maggotpaw woke a little time after Littlestep left the med den, the little tom scrunching his nose at the thought of getting up. He sighed, but nonetheless pulled himself out of his nest, and padded out into the clearing. Maggotpaw noticed his mentor immediately, and bounded over to her. "Littlestep!" He exclaimed, giving Hawksight a sideways glance. "What are the plans for today?" He asked, wanting to draw her attention away from her brother. He laid his tail on her flank, trying to provide some comfort.


    RUSTYCREEK // open

    Rustycreek woke slowly, the sunlight filtering into the nursery. The queen closed her eyes again, not wanting to get up just yet. She breathed in the scents of the nursery, the normally warm and comforting scent was tainted by the smell of rotting leaves and cold wind. She crinkled her nose, burying it into her fur to avoid the smell and try and get back to sleep.


    FEATHERDUST // open

    *sleeping in elder's den* (open for interaction)


    //I'm going out of town (road trip to my nonna's) and so i probably wont be very active for a couple days.

    Sunleaf padded back into camp carrying a small yet still plump robin and a little mouse that she had caught during an early morning solo hunt. She enjoyed hunting alone at times as it gave her the chance to clear her head and wake up with a bit of a rush for the rest of the day. Sunleaf made her way over to the fresh kill pile and placed the bird and mouse on the pile before looking around camp to see who all was up and ready. Ears flicking back and forth as the sounds of cats awaking for the day, she looked over to the nursery and noticed that the queens seemed to still be resting, but who could blame them as they were busy taking care of the future of the clan in that small den. She moved her gaze back to the fresh kill pile and noticed Ferretfoot "Ah, Good morning Ferretfoot. I presume you slept well?" she meowed, her tone smooth and warm towards the tom.

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    Bramblepath | Male | Heterosexual | Crush: Open | Apprentice: Open

    "Speaking" Thinking

    Interacting with: Robinswoop NEBBY. OOC: Text here



    Bramblepath followed Robinswoop silently out of the camp and shivered as the cool morning air ruffled his pelt. Fluffing out his fur, he followed behind the she-cat in silence letting her make all of the decisions. This was how he liked it, following others. While the brutish tom was quick to voice his opinions, he wasn't one for taking the leadership position and would much rather follow someone else. Keeping an eye on Robinswoop he noticed her ears prick as she caught sight of something above their heads. Bramblepath knew that he would be no good standing around while Robinswoop made her way up the tree so he broke off silently from the she-cat to make a kill of his own. With his pelt blending in perfectly to his surroundings and his large paws making no sound as he pressed forward, it wasn't long before the tom spotted a small mouse rooting around a tree trunk. It wasn't the plumpest mouse he had ever seen but what were they to expect with all of this cold air forcing prey underground? Bramblepath shook the thoughts from his mind and crouched low to the ground. His paws slid slowly and silently as he inched forward before taking a large powerful leap towards the mouse. Years of experience had made the leap easy for the tom and he delivered the killing blow before the mouse even knew what hit it. Picking up his prize he rejoined Robinswoop and buried the mouse next to her sparrow. "I see you've had a successful hunt. Perhaps we should move away from here. The scent of blood is bound to cause the rest of the prey to hide." He sat down beside his freshly buried prey and waited for Robinswoop to make the ultimate decision on whether they stayed or changed hunting areas.





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    Drizzlestep | Female | Heterosexual | Crush: Open | Apprentice: Open

    "Speaking" Thinking

    Interacting with: Open OOC: Text here



    Sleeping; open for interaction


    Littlestep

    The small she-cat had nearly jumped out of her fur at the feeling of Maggotpaw's tail resting upon her side, though the medicine cat had forced herself to relax as Maggotpaw's familiar scent had reached her. Forcing her muscles to ease away into a sense of relaxation, although she was still quite on guard, the small she-cat had now focused upon the words that Maggotpaw had said, processing them then promptly responding in a more relaxed tone, of course not before dropping the rather pitiful mouse she had snagged from the freshkill pile, "O-oh, good morning Maggotpaw," She hesitated as he inquired about what the plans were for that day which in turn made her have to think past the temporary fear that still made her tremble as she could feel Hawksight's gaze sweep over her from afar as it seemed like the large tomcat had lost interest in his sister... for now that is.


    "U-um, yes.. right.. We need to begin harvesting herbs before leafbare arrives. The herb storage right now is alright, but I would prefer we save as much as we can before the cold sets in." Her words grew more confident and steady as Littlestep's attention now was focused on a task at hand that she knew she could accomplish. Plus, Maggotpaw didn't make her uneasy, having her apprentice nearby would always make the medicine cat at ease for a little while. Pausing, Littlestep then nudged the scrawny mouse toward Maggotpaw that she had secured for herself earlier, "Here, I'd rather get this done as soon as possible, but you should eat before we leave." She hesitated for a few seconds, "Although, we might need to be escorted." Littlestep was well aware of their less than friendly neighbors in ScarletClan. The herbs they needed were primarily within ScarletClan's territory, although some could be harvested here within TorrentClan's; they still would need to cross the border and go a little bit into the territory to secure herbs. As plentiful as TorrentClan territory was in terms of prey and diversity of it, it wasn't so bountiful with herbs that ScarletClan hoarded to themselves. Littlestep felt a bit uneasy, although she would like to perhaps ask them directly to spare some of their supply... Their leader seemed incredibly unfriendly and unforgiving from what she had observed. Plus, she wouldn't want to make their neighbors even more so uneasy with their presence.


    Hawksight

    (Open for interaction)


    Robinswoop

    "Mm." That was her response primarily to Bramblepath as the large warrior had buried his mouse near the sparrow she had caught. The ginger she-cat had taken a few paces forward, thinking only for her to nod decisively and say, "Further in." With that, Robinswoop had began walking once more, deeper within the forest. She had her hopes that perhaps they would find more prey the deeper they went into the forest, though her hopes weren't very high. With the cold settling in, chances of catching prey were quite slimmer and it would only get worse as Leafbare would settle in.

    oh yikes, I had no clue this existed!


    The cinnamon-pointed she-cat cracked open one blue eye with a sigh. Honeystar raised her head, opening her maw as wide as it could go in a yawn. This yawn last a solid eight seconds before she closed her mouth again, tongue flicking around her mouth. The slim she-cat stood up, shaking out her short fur and exiting her den. The clan was already awake and bubbling with activity. Honeystar felt slightly embarrassed - she hadn't really woken up that late, but as leader she felt like she should have woken up just a bit earlier. Mentally scolding herself, Honeystar swung her head around camp, blue eyes scanning each cat. She was searching for her deputy, Swiftfox, but the familiar she-cat was nowhere to be found. Honeystar grumbled. She'd have a talk with Swiftfox about sending out the early morning patrols when she woke up or got back from wherever she was. In the meanwhile, Honeystar chose to sit outside her den and switch between grooming herself and supervising the clan. Maybe in a minute she'd go out of her way to greet a few cats, see how everyone was doing. Maybe she could find Emberflame or Brackentalon, too. She hadn't spoken to her littermates in a few days, and to be honest? She really missed their company. // mentions ~Nightrose~ , open for interaction


    Rivervine had been peacefully sleeping, blue-grey head resting neatly on his paws, when he felt an odd presence against his side. The tom cracked both of his green eyes open, ears swivelling as he raised his head and turned it to the right, only to see Drizzlestep cuddling up to him. The tom's nose scrunched up in displeasure. The she-cat looked so deep in sleep, Rivervine feared any attempts to wake her up would end badly, but now he was awake he wanted to get up. Grunting, Rivervine freed one of his paws and, as lightly as his rude personality would allow, poked Drizzlestep in the face. Oddly enough, he didn't really want to disturb her, but he also wanted to get up. "Drizzlestep. You're crushing me." Rivervine grunted as he waited for the she-cat to wake up. // Bunnie


    Briarpaw opened both her green eyes at the same time. Immediately she sat up in her nest and began to groom her fur down. Briarpaw, all while grooming her chest fur, flicked her brother, Troutpaw, multiple times in the face with her fawn-coloured tail. "Oi, mouse-brain. Wake up, the day's started." That was how Briarpaw woke up her groaning brother. To be honest, she shouldn't have bothered. She should've just gone to Hawksight. Her mentor was the only warrior who didn't try to stop her from being rude. She liked Hawksight - he was a lot like her, Briarpaw believed. Instead, her brothers smothered her all the time. Deciding to leave Troutpaw to wake up by himself, Briarpaw deemed herself ready and stood up, deliberately stepping on Direpaw's tail as she did. "Oops," Briarpaw scoffed as she continued on her way out of the apprentices' den, immediately spotting Hawksight and making a tiny detour to the prey pile for a mouse for herself. "G'morning, Hawksight." Briarpaw greeted as she settled down near him, digging into her morning meal. // ~Nightrose~   NEBBY.


    Troutpaw grumbled as his sister moved beside him, flicking her tail over his face. He barely processed her words before he opened his bright yellow eyes. Slowly, the red tom raised his head and yawned quickly, only bothering to swiftly pick out some burrs in his fur then shake it out, before he witnessed Briarpaw deliberately stand on Direpaw's tale. Troutpaw didn't roll his eyes, he didn't sigh, he didn't glare at his sister. He only grimaced and padded over to the other apprentice. He wasn't smiling, nor was he speaking frostily. "I'm sorry about her, Direpaw. She's always cranky in the mornings." Another lie, another excuse. Truthfully, Briarpaw was cranky all the time. // ~Nightrose~



    "speech."



    just a young gun with a quick fuse ——

    Hawksight

    The large cat's yellow eyes settled upon Briarpaw as she finally had emerged from the apprentice's den, as she had settled nearby him, the tabby had greeted in return, "Good morning, Briarpaw," His gaze shifted upward toward the apprentice den, "I assume you've slept well didn't you? We have a lot to do today, primarily training on your battle moves would do you some good-" He paused as his gaze temporarily shifted over to Reedfall, seeing his younger half-sibling approach the freshkill pile, and like expected the warrior would go off toward the elder's den with the prey and give it to Featherdust. In all honesty, the cheerfulness in Reedfall's steps were just weird to him. He never really spoke to Reedfall, nor did he ever want to. Reedfall was already crossed off in his mind as a weirdo, he always took opportunities to escape to the elder's den and just chatter away in there nonstop. It was a waste of time and energy, and that caused Hawksight to become annoyed temporarily. To be related to such a mousebrained idiot never ceased to get on his nerves, although he wasn't too surprised. Rush was never involved in Reedfall's or Minnowstream's lives, they were perhaps marked off as failures to begin with.


    Clearing his throat, Hawksight's attention then turned back to Briarpaw, "Anyways, as I was saying.. Once you finish eating we'll go out and train, that is unless Swiftfox comes before we go." He suppressed the irritation that threatened to sink into his tone at the mention of the deputy, although his eyes did turn to Honeystar briefly, dismissing the clan leader with a turn of his head. Just looking at either of them made his pelt feel hot with anger. But, he needed to keep his composure.


    Reedfall

    The commotion within the warrior's den had caused the warrior's eyes to open, parting his jaws in a brief yawn before his attention shifted over toward the sight of Drizzlestep clinging to a quite frankly irritated Rivervine. Snorting in amusement, although blinking the sleep from his eyes, he had spoken with an amused greeting, "Having trouble there?" The marbled tom had then stood, although taking his time as he then paused and promptly flicked Drizzlestep's nose with a light tap of his paw, "C'mon, it's time to wake up Drizzlestep. Any longer and I'm sure Rivervine is gonna carve you into little pieces." A chuckle had left his maw, being rather good natured with his teasing as he stepped past the younger warriors and into the clearing, shivering at the cold breeze that brushed over his fur. Ah, that's cold.


    The young warrior's attention shifted toward the elder's den briefly, his ears perking as he then thought, I wonder if Featherdust is alright... The den is probably pretty cold huh? Especially since it's so empty. Reedfall took a brief glance around the clearing, taking note of the cats within although he did spot his half-siblings' familiar pelts, as well as Honeystar being out and about; it seemed like the clan was waking up slowly but surely. Padding closer to the freshkill pile, he moved around Hawksight and Briarpaw, nosing through the freshkill until he grabbed a decent sized rabbit and with a hum of satisfaction; the warrior paused then inclined his head to Hawksight and Briarpaw in a brief greeting before trotting his way cheerfully over to the elder's den, although his expression wouldn't give it away, he was looking forward to spending time with Featherdust again today... For reasons of his own of course.


    Poking his head inside, he spotted the elder's shape within the her nest in the rather empty den, moving closer he dropped rabbit before Featherdust before greeting in his usual cheer, "Good morning Featherdust, I hope you're hungry. I brought you some prey. You feeling alright? It's rather cold, huh? Do you need me to go out and get some feathers or something to make it warmer?" The words kept spilling from his mouth, chattering away before he could stop himself. This happened all too often when he was around the older she-cat, though he immediately closed his mouth upon realizing he was speaking way too much, swallowing nervously before his smile once more settled in full upon his features, "Ah, er... sorry." The apology was of course very awkward, but this was his usual behavior around Featherdust.

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    Bramblepath | Male | Heterosexual | Crush: Open | Apprentice: Open

    "Speaking" Thinking

    Interacting with: Robinswoop NEBBY. OOC: Text here



    Bramblepath shrugged as Robinswoop padded onward without much interaction. He couldn't say he was surprised, but he thought that perhaps the two successful hunts would make the she-cat a little more excited or talkative. Not that he minded of course. He followed obediently in comfortable silence, his ears swiveling this way and that for any signs of prey. However, the only thing that he heard was the soft padding of their pawsteps. Frustration bloomed in his chest and his tail lashed as he let out a harsh whisper. "This wretched leaf-bare is going to be the death of us all with having to catch so much extra food." The extra food he was referring to was for the cats who couldn't hunt for themselves. Under Rush's leadership, they had plenty of food during leaf-bare, but now that they had to pull in extra prey it seemed like they would squeak by with just enough. Thinking back, however, they did loose a lot of cats during this harsh time of year, and his thoughts brought him to Hollyfleck. The graceful she-cat had stolen his heart so many moons ago, but had broken her leg in a fight with a ferocious fox. Yes, she had rejected him, but that didn't mean he wanted to watch her starve. Of course, if he had been caught bringing her food Rush would have made a very serious example out of him and so he did nothing except push his feelings down into the deep abyss where they remained to this day.





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    Drizzlestep | Female | Heterosexual | Crush: Open | Apprentice: Open

    "Speaking" Thinking

    Interacting with: Rivervine tubig . OOC: Text here



    Plump rabbits swerved and crisscrossed in front of Drizzlestep as she raced over a grassy meadow. The she-cat had never seen so many rabbits in her life and she let out a joyous laugh. Her eyes landed on a particularly fat one and she began to make chase. It wasn't long before she was gaining on the creature, but suddenly out of nowhere a branch swung down and blocked her path. Before she could stop herself, she ran face first into the branch startling her awake. In the waking world, however, she could still feel the mild pressure from the branch on her face and opened her eyes in confusion. Soon, a blurry vision of Rivervine greeted her with his paw still raised in the air after having just poked her in the face. Blinking her vision clear, Drizzlestep sat up with a groan. "What did you do that for? I was so close to catching the fattest rabbit I've ever seen." Mild irritation entered her voice, but the feeling didn't last long as she rubbed one of her white tipped paws over her face.


    FERRETFOOT // Sunleaf

    The tom looked up to the other warrior, purring in greeting. "Good morning, Sunleaf. Yes, I slept well, the prey seems to be running well for you." He mewed, nodding to the pieces she had just placed on the meager pile. He stood, and dipped his head to the young warrior. His white pelt was ruffled against the cold, making the tom look much larger than he actually was. "Well, if Swiftfox allows it, would you like to go hunting with Troutpaw later?" Ferretfoot glanced down at the fresh-kill pile, "I know you just got back, but the clan could definitely use more." Speaking of Troutpaw, Ferretfoot glanced towards the apprentice den, looking to see if his apprentice had emerged yet.


    MAGGOTPAW // Littlestep

    Maggotpaw's heart lurched at his mentor's skittish behavior, but he listened intently as his mentor spoke. At being offered the mouse, Maggotpaw's mouth began to salivate. He nodded and enthusiastically ate the prey, finishing it in a couple bites. "Thanks, Littlestep." He paused, listening as she continued, "An escort?" Maggotpaw's eyes gleamed, "Does that mean we're going into ScarletClan territory?" He mewed,excitement bristling through his fur. Even though Maggotpaw had been an apprentice for moons now, he still got excited when they got to cross the border, because no other cat got to do that! "But, since we're medicine cats, don't we not need an escort?" He questioned after a moment of thought, didn't the warrior code protect them?


    FEATHERDUST // Reedfall

    Featherdust woke at the sound of familiar pawsteps approaching her den. She poked her head out of the nest, her sightless eyes facing the entrance to the den. Featherdust purred as Reedfall's upbeat mews filled the previously silent den, and her nose filled with the scent of rabbit. "That's quite all right, Reedfall." She mewed, a slight rasp to her voice. "It was a little chilly, but you shouldn't trouble yourself with an apprentice's job." She dismissed his offer for feathers, though, Featherdust truly wouldn't mind feathers... but she didn't want to bother the young warrior. "Thank you for the prey, is smells great." The elderly she-cat got herself far enough out of her nest to comfortably eat the rabbit. She took a few bites, before stopping and flicking her tail at Reedfall, "Help me out with this, there's no way I can finish all of it." She mewed, shifting to make room for Reedfall.


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    Littlestep

    The medicine cat's green eyes seemed a bit nervous as Maggotpaw had questioned if they really needed an escort. Well, it wasn't completely necessary she supposed, however it wouldn't hurt to exercise caution regardless. Taking in a breath, the small she-cat had made a smile cross her features, "Yes it does, but we're not going too far in." She hesitated for a few seconds, yet another pause in her words as she processed what she would say in response, "...Well, yes the code should protect us, but.. with how tense things are right now, it wouldn't be wise to just cross over the border without someone to protect us just in case." Littlestep couldn't help but think of the worst case scenario for majority of the situations that would go through her mind, it was better to be prepared than not at all.. At least that is what she always went by till this day.


    Robinswoop

    Bramblepath's comment made the ginger she-cat expression temporarily twitch. It almost seemed as if she were about to show an emotion for once, however it was gone before it even managed to appear, saying quietly in return, "Perhaps. But, at least we'll die trying." With Robinswoop, it really was uncertain whether this was a try at humor, or if she were being serious. Regardless, any inclination or either seemed to refuse to show upon her blank expression as she slowed her pace, sniffing. There was nothing but the cold, crisp air which made the she-cat once again start walking. She didn't necessarily mind it too much being out in the forest, but with the task at hand and there being very little if any prey moving about; it made her wish if only a little bit that it would be greenleaf again. At least then there were still prey moving about, and with leafbare creeping in eventually, it would only get more difficult than before.


    After what would be long moments more of useless searching, Robinswoop had came to a halt and for once a tiny bit of displeasure had came to her amber gaze. "Lake." She said the word with reluctance in her tone; if they couldn't find prey moving about freely in the forest, they would have to try their chances with the lake. At the very least, fish couldn't necessarily run away and were in a mostly contained spot. Yes, it would take awhile, and yes it would cause them to get colder... But they really didn't have much choice did they? Eventually that option wouldn't even be available in leafbare, the lake would freeze over. With a dissatisfied twitch of her tail, Robinswoop had turned around, beginning to move toward the lake once more. Once the trees began to thin out, the she-cat had moved toward the lake's shore, taking a position near the edge of the water and peering into the depths, only saying to Bramblepath after a few long moments, "Check along the shore, prey might be there?" At least she hoped it would. She had her doubts, but it was worth a shot while she tried to perhaps catch a fish.


    Reedfall

    The warrior laughed lightly, "It wouldn't be too much of a problem, besides I doubt the apprentices would want to do it." However, he wouldn't push. If Featherdust didn't want him to do it, he wouldn't but that perhaps wouldn't last too long. He really did want to do something more for her. With her being blind and practically alone in the elder's den, he truly felt inclined to help her whenever he could. That and of course his heart was beating a bit faster in his chest as he felt a bit of happiness radiate through him at her words of 'thanks'. As he watched her eat, his eyes shifted around the elder's den, a frown crossing his face. It really did feel lonely in there. Perhaps that was him merely comparing it to the crowded den of the warrior's, but it made him feel more so reluctant to leave Featherdust on her own, but he would have to do so eventually. He had duties to attend to, he was a warrior after all.


    His light eyes widened slightly at her offering the rabbit to him, though he regained his composure, easing it behind another smile although he tried his best to keep the sudden overwhelming cheer out of his tone, "Alright, don't mind if I do." The young tom the moved over toward Featherdust, settling at her side although making sure he wasn't too close. He still needed to act normal and within reason. Reedfall leaned his head down, taking a bite of the rabbit although he felt as if that single bite was the best he had ever tasted. Perhaps it was because he was at Featherdust's side, but he felt truly happy that he had went to visit her yet again that day. After taking a few more bites, he had nudged the rabbit back toward Featherdust, though saying, "I might just get you those feathers, it feels cold in here. You don't need to be freezing your tail off after all." He ended his sentence with a bit of amusement in his tone, looking toward her nest the amusement fading until it completely turned serious, "Besides, it'll only get colder the closer we get to leafbare."

    Swiftfox | Female | Bisexual | Crush:Open | Apprentice:Open

    Speaking with: Ashstorm

    IC: Swiftfox slowly monitored around them as they walked back to camp, listening for any scurrying or rustle that would mean prey the she cats ears swiveled and just caught the slight sound of movement from the rushes near the waters edge hoping for a bird Swiftfox took a hunting crouch and started to move slower towards the rushes seeing a gleam of black feathers Swiftfox smiled finally some birds she thought to herself as sh crept forward. Once she was near enough she pounced catching the blackbird by the wings as it tried to take off and bringing it down with a quick bite. "Well at least its not nothing." she meowed looking at her brother "Although we should hurry up, if I don't get back soon Honeystar's going to start to wonder."


    Ashstorm | Male | Bisexual | Crush:Open | Apprentice:Open

    Speaking with: Swiftfox

    IC: Ashstorm chuckled slightly "Yes, it's best we start moving." he replied as they quickened their pace now reaching the camp entrance easily and without coming across any of the others he smelled the air around them noting that Robinswoops and Bramblepaths scents were fresh "You're slow today others have left" he chided his sister as they entered and she went to put the blackbird on the pile. (pwip)


    Emberflame | Female | Heterosexual | Crush:Open | Apprentice:Open

    Speaking with: Open for interaction

    IC: Emberflame awoke slowly hearing the commotion happening around her she sighed it seemed almost like this was a daily occurrence with the close quarters of the warriors den. Maybe it was high time they thought about expanding it so that there was enough room for the cats to move without shifting on top of one another. The she cats crystal blue eyes took in the den taking note of who was already awake by the amount of bodies still left.

    Slowly lifting to a sitting position she was well aware of her surroundings now making sure she wasn't close to anyone in order to not wake the others left in the den she picked her way between them and out the entrance. Blinking she emerged with the sun just catching her eyes the wrong way making her eyes burn until she could get further out of the den and out of the way. She had slept longer then she wanted to. When she had her eyesight back properly she looked around the camp wondering what would happen today as the slightly chilled air swept through the camp. They would need more feathers soon to line the nests and keep them warm while the days grew colder.


    Direpaw | Male | Bisexual | Crush:Open | Apprentice:NONE

    Speaking with: Troutpaw tubig .  

    IC: Direpaw woke with a start as his tail was rudely stood on. His ears twitching in annoyance as he heard Briarpaw's mumbled oops before she left the den. His yellow optics blinking slowly he turned so that he could better see Troutpaw as he apologized for his sisters action. "That's alright Troutpaw, I know your sister well enough by now to know that she'll do what she wants." he replied. The small tom stood licking down his fur so that it didn't continue to stick down in all directions, he stretched out giving Troutpaw a small smile before looking to the entrance of the den. "Well, we better get out there before our mentors come in here looking for us." he meowed shaking out his fur a little and getting to his paws.


    Honeystar flicked an ear irritably. It wouldn't be long before the pale leader would start asking around after her deputy, but as it turned out, she didn't need to. Swiftfox and her brother Ashstorm conveniently entered camp just as Honeystar arose from her seat to begin questioning the warriors on the she-cat's whereabouts. Sighing, Honeystar shook her head and padded over to the pair, smiling and nodding a hello to Ashstorm before she turned to Swiftfox. "Swiftfox, I appreciate the addition to the fresh-kill pile, but as deputy it's your job to send out patrols for things like that. If you wish to hunt with just you and your brother, it'd benefit the entire clan if you did it after sunhigh, so you can be on time sending out the patrols." Honeystar spoke politely, although there was an annoyed edge to her voice. // ~Nightrose~


    Rivervine grumbled as Reedfall teased him. Finally, when Drizzlestep let go of the blue-grey tom and Reedfall had left the warriors' den, Rivervine sat up and shook out his pelt. "Yeah, in your dreams. It wouldn't have been real, and what was real is that you were suffocating me," the tom scoffed, wriggling his nose. He was definitely over-exaggerating a bit - Drizzlestep hadn't been clinging to him that tightly, but he wanted to make her believe that. Rivervine was, truthfully, just an easily annoyed cat. That's why Drizzlestep's closeness had precedented him waking her up. // Bunnie


    Briarpaw took another bite of her food, then nodded in agreement with Hawksight. His distraction, who Briarpaw deemed as Reedfall, was nothing for her to worry about, so the fawn she-cat shrugged it off. It wasn't like her mentor's affairs was any of her business, anyway. Yawning as she finished scoffing down the rest of her meal, Briarpaw licked her maw. As she did, she spotted Honeystar approached Swiftfox and Ashstorm. Briarpaw's nose wrinkled in disgust. "Looks like she's already here. Can we head out anyway? She hasn't ordered for patrols yet, so if we slip out now she won't notice us." // NEBBY.


    Troutpaw exhaled, then nodded in agreement. As Direpaw left the den, Troutpaw followed him, and almost immediately swung by the pile, picking up a rather old, scrawny vole which he wolfed down in no time. Not bothering to see if Direpaw had joined him, the red tom stood up, shook out his fur again, and scanned camp for his mentor. It took Troutpaw a few checks of the camp, but eventually he spotted Ferretfoot with Sunleaf. As it turned out, Ferretfoot had been apparently waiting for the apprentice, due to where the tom's gaze was. Quickly, and in few strides, the tall apprentice made his way over to the two warriors, nodding his hello to Sunleaf, then shortly speaking to his mentor. "Morning, Ferretfoot." // rudyard   Paleflame


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    just a young gun with a quick fuse ——

    Emerald --- Loner --- Current position: forest/den

    interaction: open


    Piercing ice blue orbs opened slowly as Emerald awoke form her nightmare induced sleep. Her long fur bushed out which made her look twice her actual size. Her gaze scanned the den carefully as she slowly stood to her paws, wincing as the gash along her shoulder stretched painfully with the movement. The 7 moon old she-cat slowly poked her head out of the den, eyeing her surroundings carefully before stepping out into the given light. Her fur shimmering faintly as she lifted her nose to scent the air. A faint outline of her ribs showed slightly through her long fur as she limped towards the scent of water. Finding a small puddle Emerald scented again, making sure she was alone before lowering her head to the crystalline water. A small pink tongue darting out to lap at the cool life-giving liquid. Blood dripped from her face and head to fall into the water, swirling before disappearing from view. Her ears pricked up at the lightest sound and she raised her head, twitching her whiskers to dislodge the water droplets.

    Sunleaf smiled over at Troutpaw when she noticed him making his way over to herself and Ferretfoot. She nodded slightly and meowed in greeting "Good morning Troutpaw, sleep well?" her tail swished back and forth as she spoke to the younger tom. Sunleaf looked down at the prey she caught and sighed a bit "It's not much but it's something, maybe you two can catch more if you go out." she meowed in a goodhearted tone before padding away and wandering around camp. She figured she might try to see if she is needed in camp for a moment before leaving camp once more.