Posts by n!ghtstream

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]Between the Bars - Elliott Smith
Goodbye to a World - Porter Robinson
Lionhearted - Porter Robinson
Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men
Mt. Washington - Local Natives
Ophelia - The Lumineers
[abbr=she'll go alone and never speak of you again / we depend on you, we depend / i'll depend on you]Sad Machine[/abbr] - Porter Robinson
Shelter - Madeon
Silhouettes - Of Monsters and Men
Yellow Light - Of Monsters and Men
Your Bones - Of Monsters and Men

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]nightstream....likes water
that's the only reason for his suffix
his defining characteristic

remind me to never make two biographies in a day
my crops are wilting, my spirit is wilting

maybe a night + whitethroat thread? i have no idea how they'd interact but night needs to get out there

[spoiler=✨ 11/30][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]

" I'LL GIVE THEM SHELTER "
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of skyclan | mentoring n/a
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ former apprentice of foxdancer
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual

" LIKE YOU'VE DONE FOR ME "
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

" AND I KNOW I'M NOT ALONE "
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ dislikes half-clanners, sensitive about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

" YOU'LL BE WATCHING OVER US "
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ phys. medium easy | ment. easy
▪ full training | no actual combat experience
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]His nightmares presented themselves in an unrealistic world, purely dreams, not memories; in that way, he was fortunate. When Hornetkit and Spiderfoot had disappeared, Nightstream had been sleeping soundly; when his first mentor had been killed, Nightstream had been safe at camp. He’d never had to watch a Clanmate die. Naturally, it didn’t occur to him that a kitten would be dreaming about that. All he knew was that he’d been preparing to sneak a squirrel out of the fresh-kill pile when he’d heard Graykit.

Nightstream turned and hurried toward the source of the sound, stumbling slightly on the way. ”What’s – wh – “ Graykit’s scream had caught his attention, but it hadn’t been enough to wake Nightstream up properly. Breaking off, he shook his head as if to get his thoughts in order. ”What happened? You okay?” Clearly, something was wrong. The cut on her leg was open again – ”D’you need Sparrowheart?” he said. That was something he could understand, no matter how tired he was; Sparrowheart would know how to fix this. Part of this.

[spoiler=✨ 11/30][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]

" I'LL GIVE THEM SHELTER "
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of skyclan | mentoring n/a
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ former apprentice of foxdancer
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual

" LIKE YOU'VE DONE FOR ME "
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

" AND I KNOW I'M NOT ALONE "
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ dislikes half-clanners, sensitive about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

" YOU'LL BE WATCHING OVER US "
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ phys. medium easy | ment. easy
▪ full training | no actual combat experience
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]quiet bump because this is apparently still a thing today too

[spoiler=✨ 11/30][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]

" I'LL GIVE THEM SHELTER "
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of skyclan | mentoring n/a
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ former apprentice of foxdancer
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual

" LIKE YOU'VE DONE FOR ME "
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

" AND I KNOW I'M NOT ALONE "
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ dislikes half-clanners, sensitive about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

" YOU'LL BE WATCHING OVER US "
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ phys. medium easy | ment. easy
▪ full training | no actual combat experience
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Back home at last. They’d only been gone a few days, but a few days was more than long enough. As Thrushstar started her announcements, Nightstream sighed, wrapping his dark, fluffy tail around his paws. So Whitethroat was Stonejaw now – remembering that would be a pain, but it wasn’t surprising. As for the cottage… He wasn’t sure how he felt about living in a house. Unless they’d be sleeping around it? ”A cottage?” he echoed, frowning. ”Isn’t that a Twoleg thing?” He hadn't seen the place; maybe he was wrong.

Then someone else spoke up. Not about the cottage. Nightstream adjusted himself to get a better look at Flash, yellow eyes narrowed. What did he want?

[spoiler=✨ 11/30][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]

" I'LL GIVE THEM SHELTER "
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of skyclan | mentoring n/a
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ former apprentice of foxdancer
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual

" LIKE YOU'VE DONE FOR ME "
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

" AND I KNOW I'M NOT ALONE "
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ dislikes half-clanners, sensitive about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

" YOU'LL BE WATCHING OVER US "
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ phys. medium easy | ment. easy
▪ full training | no actual combat experience
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Nightstream had been too wrapped up in staring at the burned territory he called home to see the invader; he looked up just in time to spot a hint of retreating red fur, little else. The warrior's thoughts turned to foxes first, and his Clanmates' conversation only confirmed his assumption. Definitely a fox — perhaps injured, but dangerous regardless.

Wait, they were going after it? He opened his mouth, then shut it as Frozencloud spoke up. One warrior could be undetectable, even two if they were careful, but three was too many. Besides, stealth wasn't one of his strengths. However badly he wanted to follow the trail, he'd have to sit this one out. Nightstream stopped beside Mousefoot, a slight bounce to his steps. A fox! Yes, that was bad, but he could have seen a real one. "Good luck, then." Just in case the fox had returned, he cast a quick glance over his shoulder. Nothing. "How d'you know it's hurt?"

[spoiler=✨ 11/30][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]

" I'LL GIVE THEM SHELTER "
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of skyclan | mentoring n/a
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ former apprentice of foxdancer
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual

" LIKE YOU'VE DONE FOR ME "
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

" AND I KNOW I'M NOT ALONE "
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ dislikes half-clanners, sensitive about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

" YOU'LL BE WATCHING OVER US "
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ phys. medium easy | ment. easy
▪ full training | no actual combat experience
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]traCK + it looks fine to me, but i'm on mobile

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Lately, Nightstream had been making an effort to actually pay attention on his patrols. The threat of BloodClan hung heavy in the back of his head, as it had since the day they’d burned part of the territory to ashes; on top of that, there was the fox sighting. SkyClan was still recovering from the fire, but they needed time. If he had to focus a little more on his surroundings to prevent another incident, so be it. But he couldn’t have missed this, even if he’d been as distracted as usual. There was no way to ignore the screeching, the stomach-twisting scents of blood, SkyClan, and what he would later learn was coyote mingling until he could hardly think straight. All signs of danger.

When his Clanmates started toward the sounds, Nightstream was a pawstep behind.

Normally, he would’ve tried to get into a better position – a tree branch, perhaps, where he could strike from above – but a cat could only climb so fast, and Foxdancer was in danger. As for the apprentice... The less he thought about Minkpaw’s condition, the better. Even the most medically inexperienced cat could tell she was doomed. There was just so much blood. Still, it was better to be buried than be eaten, or whatever these beasts did once they'd killed someone. Blood pounded in his ears, drowning out everything else. How did one fight a coyote? Nightstream charged, attempting to take at least one of the coyote's legs out from under it.

[spoiler=✨ 12/5][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]

"digging like you can bury"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"something that cannot die"
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, but length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

"we could wash the dirt"
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ furious with bloodclan, touchy about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

"off our hands now"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring none

"keep it from living underground"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]”Oh, gross.” Was it disrespectful to say that in the presence of a Clan leader? Nightstream honestly didn’t care because, well, it was sort of gross. At least they were already in the dirtplace. He hung back, averting his eyes, nose wrinkled. Thrushstar had plenty of other cats ready to help her if she needed it, and Sparrowheart would likely be here soon enough; it wouldn't be a problem if he kept his distance. ”Did you have a bad mouse or something?”

[spoiler=✨ 12/5][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]

"digging like you can bury"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"something that cannot die"
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, but length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

"we could wash the dirt"
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ furious with bloodclan, touchy about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

"off our hands now"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring none

"keep it from living underground"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Minkpaw was dead.

Nightstream lowered himself into a careful crouch, yellow eyes fixed on the vole sitting in front of him. In the sunlight, its rust-colored fur stuck out against the thin coating of mostly melted snow. The vole was tiny, even for late leaf-fall, but prey was prey, regardless of size. Besides, if there really were bad mice in the fresh-kill pile like Thrushstar had said, they needed replacements.

Death happened all the time in the Clans. Power changed paws as leaders lost lives, stepped down, or vanished, assumed dead. Clans fought over territory and prey and, in cases like BloodClan’s, because retaliation was their only option. Still, Nightstream had never watched someone die. He’d known, of course, when his first mentor had died at a badger’s claws; it would’ve been impossible not to. There was the burial and the vigil and then Foxdancer.

Seeing it was…something else.

Stars, he needed to focus. Tail lifted – weight off his forepaws – Though he remembered the steps (at least for the most part), something about this didn’t feel right. Nightstream hesitated, fighting down the urge to look back; he didn’t want to alert the vole, after all. Prey was getting harder to come by. Scaring it off was downright counterproductive. Thrushstar wouldn’t be happy with him. Foxdancer wouldn’t even be happy with him.

Minkpaw wasn’t his apprentice, obviously – he’d never had an apprentice. Had she been Foxdancer’s, then? Nightstream didn't bother to keep up with that sort of thing. Back when he’d first become a warrior, it had mattered more. Then the -paws had gotten easier and easier to mix up, and…

He fumbled his leap. Abruptly realizing something was wrong, the vole tried to scramble away. It was too little, too late; one quick bite, and the vole was still. Dropping it and pinning it to the ground with a paw, Nightstream let out a short, tense breath. No coyotes; no badgers; neither foxes nor BloodClan.

[spoiler=✨ 12/5][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ minkpaw's death [12/6]

"digging like you can bury"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"something that cannot die"
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, but length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

"we could wash the dirt"
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ furious with bloodclan, touchy about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

"off our hands now"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring n/a | open to an apprentice

"keep it from living underground"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]There was a reason Nightstream hadn’t been given the -nose suffix; his senses weren’t the keenest, and the only scent he could catch wafting from the stranger’s pelt was that of ShadowClan. But another Clan’s scent was reason enough for suspicion. Then the stranger had gone ahead and given his name, a one-part, distinctly non-Clan name, Audenine. (Unless you counted BloodClan; considering recent events, Nightstream refused to.) Either of those things by itself was enough to condemn him.

Ultimately, though, it was Thrushstar's decision whether Audenine was allowed in. Nightstream seated himself, fluffy tail over his tufted forepaws, watching quietly. If this turned ugly, there were enough SkyClanners here to prevent another disaster.

[spoiler=✨ 12/5][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ minkpaw's death [12/6]

"digging like you can bury"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"something that cannot die"
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, but length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

"we could wash the dirt"
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ somewhat subdued, touchy about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

"off our hands now"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring n/a | open to an apprentice

"keep it from living underground"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Nightstream had tried snake once, sometime during his apprenticeship; after a few bites, he’d determined he preferred his prey to be the warm, furry type. But snakes were hard to find on SkyClan’s territory, and, if Ratfoot could be believed, they bit. Just seeing one was difficult at this time of year. Killing one was out of the question; since becoming a warrior, he’d never gone after a snake himself.

Eager to get a closer look at Morningrose’s catch, he stopped beside Meadowsong. They were sort of pretty once they weren’t darting around and snapping at one’s paws and generally being a nuisance. ”Nice one,” Nightstream meowed with a slight smile. ”Where’d you find that?”

[spoiler=✨ 12/5][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ minkpaw's death [12/6]

"digging like you can bury"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"something that cannot die"
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, but length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

"we could wash the dirt"
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ somewhat subdued, touchy about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

"off our hands now"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring n/a | open to an apprentice

"keep it from living underground"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]nightstream could mentor him, if you'd like! harrierpaw would be his first apprentice, though, so i have no idea how good a mentor he'd actually be; plus, he'd probably distrust harrier for being half-bloodclan, though he'd most likely be sort of quiet about it
[size=4pt]basically he'd be somewhere between "my first apprentice i'm so proud" and "you're not a real skyclanner why am i teaching you things"

[spoiler=✨ 12/5][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ minkpaw's death [12/6]

"digging like you can bury"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"something that cannot die"
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, but length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

"we could wash the dirt"
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ somewhat subdued, touchy about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

"off our hands now"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring n/a | open to an apprentice

"keep it from living underground"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Ears twitching at the sound of pawsteps, Nightstream allowed his paw to slip off the vole. He hadn’t been expecting company. Not that he wasn’t grateful for it. Distracting oneself was always easier with others around, and so was hunting. There were worse things than hanging out with a couple of apprentices, especially when said hanging out resulted in a slightly fuller fresh-kill pile. Unless... Of course, he wasn’t the only cat with Minkpaw on his mind. Honestly, he’d be surprised to find a single SkyClanner who hadn’t given her death more than a passing thought.

Falconpaw was the first to approach. Now, that was one cat he could remember. There was something about Falconpaw that unnerved Nightstream – something Nightstream couldn’t quite pin down. Maybe it was the apprentice’s odd manner of speaking, like some sort of poet. Or a StarClanner. Based on the stories, StarClan had always struck him as the kind of place where cats talked in riddles just because they could; they certainly had enough free time for it, they weren’t doing much to help down here. It wasn’t hard to tell what Falconpaw was referring to today, though – how could it be anything else? Nightstream’s paw found the vole again; absently, he started to roll it, briefly forgetting it was valuable prey.

What, no “nice catch”? The joke caught in his throat. ”I know,” he said, looking away. It wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t anyone’s but those stupid, fox-hearted coyotes.

Nightstream had to search harder for the second apprentice's name. Chubpaw, Chervil...was it Cherrypaw? She mentioned a warrior ceremony. He'd heard of ceremonies and suffixes for the dying, but Minkpaw had been all but gone by the time help had arrived. She'd died Minkpaw, unless StarClan really had decided to make her a warrior. ”Don’t know why they wouldn’t. Minkpaw – ” The vole rolled faster still. ”Yeah, they probably could."

[spoiler=✨ 12/5][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ minkpaw's death [12/6]

"digging like you can bury"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"something that cannot die"
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, but length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

"we could wash the dirt"
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ somewhat subdued, touchy about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

"off our hands now"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring n/a | open to an apprentice

"keep it from living underground"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]The chill that came with late leaf-fall sank through his thick fur and gathered underneath, where nothing but a crowded night in the warriors’ den could fully purge it from his bones. Yet here he was, out in the cold still, waiting for the sun to set. He’d already finished his patrol. One squirrel, skin and bones, couldn’t remember a single part of catching it.

He’d known Minkpaw about as well as he knew any of the Clan’s apprentices – which was to say, hardly. Vigils, he’d thought, were normally reserved for those close to the deceased. The only connection he had to Minkpaw was that he’d watched her die. That wasn’t the kind of thing that justified one’s presence at a vigil, nor did it make one want to attend. In fact, he’d been doing his best to forget the coyotes entirely. For all his efforts, his mind kept returning to the incident at every free moment.

And now Minkpaw was here. The Clan could get a proper look at how badly the coyotes had mangled her body and wonder what it had felt like – wonder why SkyClan had gotten the short end of the stick, as if StarClan was so busy looking after the other Clans that they didn’t have anything else left for his. After the fire, the foxes, this was too much. Unmoving, save for his whiskers, Nightstream watched Foxdancer approach Minkpaw and lay down. He wouldn't be the first one to join her if he could help it, but he couldn't bring himself to leave.

[spoiler=✨ 12/5][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ minkpaw's death [12/6]

"digging like you can bury"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"something that cannot die"
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, but length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

"we could wash the dirt"
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ somewhat subdued, touchy about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

"off our hands now"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring n/a | open to an apprentice

"keep it from living underground"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]yesss
should they have a thread?

fox is going to have to help him so much,, night please

[spoiler=✨ 12/9][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ minkpaw's death [12/6]

"digging like you can bury"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"something that cannot die"
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, but length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

"we could wash the dirt"
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ somewhat subdued, touchy about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

"off our hands now"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring

"keep it from living underground"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Finally! They were almost ready to leave this wreck of a camp behind. Nightstream was tired of being surrounded by reminders of what BloodClan had done to them. There was ash and scorched ground everywhere he looked; if he stared hard enough, he could almost smell smoke all over again.

He sat up a bit straighter as his Clanmates arrived and volunteered. As badly as he wanted to go, SkyClan needed healthy warriors to stay. Badgers, foxes, and coyotes could still be lurking, and BloodClan was smart enough to spring an attack while Thrushstar was away. He’d probably regret missing the exploration, but it wasn’t that big a deal; after all, he’d be sleeping in the new camp soon enough. ”I’ll stay,” Nightstream said with a shrug. "Good luck."

[spoiler=✨ 12/9][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ minkpaw's death [12/6]

"digging like you can bury"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"something that cannot die"
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, but length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

"we could wash the dirt"
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ somewhat subdued, touchy about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

"off our hands now"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring harrierpaw

"keep it from living underground"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]At the sound of his name, his ears twitched. Harrierpaw couldn’t go unless he did? That was news to Nightstream – but, then, he’d never had reason to pay attention to things like this before, even when he’d been Nightpaw. The warrior twisted to meet his apprentice’s eyes. Of course Harrierpaw wanted to be part of this; it was an exploration, maybe even history being made. Plus, a first look at the territory would be nice. Yet another reason for Nightstream to join the patrol.

”It’s me,” he confirmed, looking back at Sootstorm. ”If Whiteth – er, Stonejaw’s going, I’ll stay. If not – “ Again, Nightstream shrugged. ”I’ll go.”

[spoiler=✨ 12/9][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ minkpaw's death [12/6]

"digging like you can bury"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"something that cannot die"
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, but length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

"we could wash the dirt"
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ somewhat subdued, touchy about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

"off our hands now"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring harrierpaw

"keep it from living underground"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]//track until i have time to reply oop

His first real fight, and it wouldn't even be for his Clan, not really. But Raggedface wanted their help, and ShadowClan was an ally. This wouldn't be like it was with BloodClan — no fire, no destroyed territory. Nightstream stretched one last time, then started after Sootstorm, trying to keep his steps slow. There wasn't any point in tiring himself out on the way there.

[spoiler=✨ 12/9][size=8]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ minkpaw's death [12/6]

"digging like you can bury"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"something that cannot die"
▪ domestic cat | health: 100%
▪ ref. | a bulky, powerful black solid maine coon mix with round yellow eyes. water-resistant fur is generally long, but length varies in places.
▪ deep scar across chest.
— injuries: none

"we could wash the dirt"
▪ curious, friendly, generous, honest, trusting
▪ competitive, distracted, forgetful, observant
▪ ignorant, lax, reckless, stubborn, unreliable
▪ somewhat subdued, touchy about family
▪ all opinions are ic only

"off our hands now"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring harrierpaw

"keep it from living underground"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[size=6pt]links can be found on camp