Posts by n!ghtstream

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]StarClan's kits, this was a mess. Nightstream looked around at the unfamiliar faces, trying to determine which belonged to the enemy. As far as he could tell, there was Thornfang's side, Raggedface's side (or was it Sparrowstar's?), a pawful of cats who just didn't want to fight — and then cats like him, watching, listening, waiting for someone to target them. All he knew was, at this rate, they'd be here the whole moon. He stood near Cherrypaw, ears upright and alert, claws still sheathed.

[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; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 140%]this dude needs plots until the Big Plot happens
c'mon let's go it's time

INFORMATION;

[li]Fully updated biography is here[/li]
[li]Large, bulky black solid Maine Coon mix; good at swimming and fishing??[/li]
[li]Chill exterior hides a massive competitive streak. Aims to be friendly, generous, and helpful toward anyone not from BloodClan. Honest, expects the same honesty from others. Skilled at reading body language, but may ignore signs if he doesn't want to believe someone is lying to him. Easily distracted by minor details, forgetful, awful with names, unreliable overall.[/li]
[li]Has a brother named Hornetswarm who was taken from SkyClan as a kit, very sensitive about family issues[/li]
[li]Very very very suspicious of BloodClanners[/li]
[li]Tends to underestimate and/or distrust half-Clan cats, believing they aren't "real SkyClanners" (or, in the case of other Clans, "real warriors")[/li]
[li]Recent events:[/li]

[li]Preparing to fight BloodClan[/li]
[li]Lowkey struggling with memories brought up by the sheer number of kits on SkyClan's border[/li]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]During his apprenticeship, Nightstream hadn’t had the privilege of going to a Gathering. Other apprentices had gone, of course; he, on the other hand, had to help the elders with their ticks or change bedding until his eyes crossed.

Now, four moons later, he was finally arriving on the heels of his fellow SkyClanners, snow clinging to his dark fur in clumps. (Thank StarClan for thick fur!) The area was crowded, and so was his nose as the scents mixed and mingled around him. Here, he could forget about Minkpaw and BloodClan. Nightstream stared around him with a half-smile on his face, bouncing ever so slightly on his paws when he stopped walking.

[spoiler=✨ 12/13][size=8]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in retaking of shadowclan [12/9]

"WE USED TO PLAY OUTSIDE"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"WHEN WE WERE YOUNG"
▪ 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

"AND FULL OF LIFE"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring harrierpaw

"AND FULL OF LOVE"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots
▪ all opinions are ic only

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

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]That cough – wheeze – whatever it was, it was awful. Lifting his head from the vole between his paws, Nightstream grimaced in sympathy. Maybe it didn’t hurt, but it certainly sounded like it did. He’d always had decent luck when it came to illness and injury; so far, he’d managed to avoid whitecough and greencough. The only serious thing that had landed him in the medicine den was the fox four moons ago, and he couldn’t exactly claim Littlebloom’s wheezing came from that.

He picked up the vole and padded over. ”Hey, Little – “ The warrior stopped, blinking. For now, having two Little- cats in SkyClan was okay. He could tell the difference simply because they were so far apart in age; one of them having an apprentice suffix didn’t hurt. But when Littlepaw got his suffix – well, there were bound to be mix-ups. Probably only on Nightstream’s part, if he was going to be honest with himself.

Age difference aside, he still paused to make sure he had the right name before he meowed, ”Er, Littlebloom. You sound terrible.” Nightstream nudged the vole toward Littlebloom, making sure it was close enough for him to snag it back if he wanted to. "D'you want this?" A bit of food couldn't hurt, could it? Though he had to wonder what the chances were of her choking on it in her current state...

[spoiler=✨ 12/13][size=8]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in retaking of shadowclan [12/9]

"WE USED TO PLAY OUTSIDE"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"WHEN WE WERE YOUNG"
▪ 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

"AND FULL OF LIFE"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring harrierpaw

"AND FULL OF LOVE"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots
▪ all opinions are ic only

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

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]The nursery was very much not where he was supposed to be. Nightstream had definitely planned something semi-important for today – a patrol, maybe? Training with Harrierpaw? Whatever it was, he couldn’t remember it. Couldn’t even remember he’d forgotten it, in fact. He poked his head into the nursery; the rest of him soon followed. A story? It'd been ages since he'd bothered to listen to the elders' tales, but, since he had nothing else to do... Nightstream settled close to the entrance, ears alert, waiting for the kittens to gather. There were queens here, after all; he wasn't sure they'd like the idea of him barging in.

[spoiler=✨ 12/13][size=8]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in retaking of shadowclan [12/9]

"WE USED TO PLAY OUTSIDE"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"WHEN WE WERE YOUNG"
▪ 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

"AND FULL OF LIFE"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring harrierpaw

"AND FULL OF LOVE"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots
▪ all opinions are ic only

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

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]sure! who should make it?

[spoiler=✨ 12/13][size=8]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in retaking of shadowclan [12/9]

"WE USED TO PLAY OUTSIDE"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"WHEN WE WERE YOUNG"
▪ 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

"AND FULL OF LIFE"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring harrierpaw

"AND FULL OF LOVE"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots
▪ all opinions are ic only

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

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]He didn’t keep up with goings-on in the nursery; his family wasn’t here, he had no younger siblings to worry about, and…well, and he was a warrior. Maybe he could find friends among the kits and queens, but he doubted it. Plus, he’d spent enough time in there during his apprenticeship to know he didn’t want to get roped into changing bedding again. So, when he spotted the unfamiliar kitten, he thought nothing of it.

As Cherrypaw and Wolfkit approached, Nightstream decided to join them – and that was when he caught a hint of a scent that was undeniably not SkyClan. Beyond that, he had no clue what it was. It didn’t match any Clan scents he knew of, either. He looked down at the new kit, suddenly very aware of how large he was in comparison to everyone else here. Was he an adult? Technically, yes, considering he had a warrior name. Was he a responsible adult? That one was up for debate.

But, in this situation, there really wasn’t anyone else. ”You, uh…” Nightstream faltered. He’d never had to deal with someone getting as far as the camp before, especially when that someone was a kitten. ”You know you’re in SkyClan’s camp, right?”

[spoiler=✨ 12/13][size=8]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in retaking of shadowclan [12/9]

"WE USED TO PLAY OUTSIDE"
▪ nightstream | cis male [he/him]
▪ 16 moons | july 23 | ages real-time
▪ warrior of traditional skyclan
▪ foxdancer's former apprentice
▪ generally dislikes half-clanners

"WHEN WE WERE YOUNG"
▪ 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

"AND FULL OF LIFE"
▪ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
▪ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
▪ mentoring harrierpaw

"AND FULL OF LOVE"
▪ attack in bolded lavender
▪ physically medium easy | mentally easy
▪ no real experience | usually finishes fights
▪ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots
▪ all opinions are ic only

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

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Leaf-bare was advancing faster than anyone wanted it to. Actually, no – the prey was probably happy, wherever all of it was holed up, waiting for the snow to melt. What Nightstream would've given to know where it was hiding! Then the fresh-kill pile would look full for once, and he wouldn’t be out on hunting patrols, he’d be looking for any unfrozen water he could find. Though it was more RiverClan’s area, he'd had always preferred fishing to normal hunting.

The warrior stopped to shake some snow out of his fur. Here he was again, trying to find a hint of anything good in this weather. Yet the only traces of fur he could find were his own. Nightstream sighed, sitting with a dull crunch.

[spoiler=✨ 12/14][size=7pt]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in attempt to remove thornfang [12/9]

GENERAL: there's an old voice in my head that's
★ nightstream paw kit | cisgender male [he/him]
★ sixteen moons | july 23 | ages real-time
★ warrior of traditional skyclan | skyclan-born
★ average hunter | average fighter | great swimmer

NOTES: holding me back, well, tell her that i miss
★ tends to distrust or underestimate half-clan cats
★ touchy about family matters due to losing his brother
★ harboring a slight grudge against bloodclan

APPEARANCE: our little talks; soon it will be over
★ DOMESTIC CAT [reference] | overall health: 96%
★ maine coon mix | longhaired | black solid | round yellow eyes
★ large, heavy build | water-resistant fur | no notable markings
★ deep, jagged scar cutting across chest
— current injuries: none

PERSONALITY: and buried with our past; we used
★ curious, generous, honest, laid-back, observant, open, optimistic, practical, trusting
★ biased, childish, competitive, easily distracted, forgetful, lax, skilled people-reader
★ focuses too much on small details, reckless, stubborn, unreliable, willfully ignorant
★ all opinions are ic only

RELATIONSHIPS: to play outside when we were
★ gen 1 | npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
★ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
★ mentoring harrierpaw | not open to apprentices
★ former apprentice of foxdancer

INTERACTION: young and full of life and full of love
★ attack in bolded lavender
★ physically medium easy | mentally easy
★ very little real battle experience | usually finishes fights
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
★ nonviolent or peaceful actions may be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]night + daybreak

[spoiler=✨ 12/14][size=7pt]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in attempt to remove thornfang [12/9]

GENERAL: there's an old voice in my head that's
★ nightstream paw kit | cisgender male [he/him]
★ sixteen moons | july 23 | ages real-time
★ warrior of traditional skyclan | skyclan-born
★ average hunter | average fighter | great swimmer

NOTES: holding me back, well, tell her that i miss
★ tends to distrust or underestimate half-clan cats
★ touchy about family matters due to losing his brother
★ harboring a slight grudge against bloodclan

APPEARANCE: our little talks; soon it will be over
★ DOMESTIC CAT [reference] | overall health: 96%
★ maine coon mix | longhaired | black solid | round yellow eyes
★ large, heavy build | water-resistant fur | no notable markings
★ deep, jagged scar cutting across chest
— current injuries: none

PERSONALITY: and buried with our past; we used
★ curious, generous, honest, laid-back, observant, open, optimistic, practical, trusting
★ biased, childish, competitive, easily distracted, forgetful, lax, skilled people-reader
★ focuses too much on small details, reckless, stubborn, unreliable, willfully ignorant
★ all opinions are ic only

RELATIONSHIPS: to play outside when we were
★ gen 1 | npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
★ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
★ mentoring harrierpaw | not open to apprentices
★ former apprentice of foxdancer

INTERACTION: young and full of life and full of love
★ attack in bolded lavender
★ physically medium easy | mentally easy
★ very little real battle experience | usually finishes fights
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
★ nonviolent or peaceful actions may be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Nightstream had been out on a solo patrol himself after seeing the state of the fresh-kill pile. Leaf-bare was creeping up on them fast – too fast, in his opinion, and he was one of the cats who liked snow. Going hungry every so often was one thing; he wasn’t sure he could handle that on top of being cold. Last leaf-fall hadn’t been like this…or had it?

Upon spotting Foxdancer, he started to turn around; then he heard the sound. That wasn’t a noise anything he knew could make. Curiosity and apprehension tangled for all of a second before curiosity won out, and Nightstream, half-crouched, approached the source.

Twolegs. Twolegs taking down valuable trees, taking down parts of the forest they all called home. Which side of SkyClan’s border they were on didn’t matter; the warrior felt his fur rising as he watched. This was far too close to SkyClan. But they were cats – there was nothing they could do. The only thing strong enough to overcome Twolegs was StarClan, and Nightstream, though he’d heard many stories during his kithood, had never been told of a time when Twolegs and the stars had fought.

His ears were pulled back against his head as he stopped beside his former mentor. Between Foxdancer and Twolegs, he’d take Foxdancer. ”What was that?” he asked in a low voice, glancing at her for a moment before turning back to watch the Twolegs do their work. She was older than him, she had to know, didn’t she? Then again, these were Twolegs. None of their customs made sense to Nightstream.

[spoiler=✨ 12/14][size=7pt]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in attempt to remove thornfang [12/9]

GENERAL: there's an old voice in my head that's
★ nightstream paw kit | cisgender male [he/him]
★ sixteen moons | july 23 | ages real-time
★ warrior of traditional skyclan | skyclan-born
★ average hunter | average fighter | great swimmer

NOTES: holding me back, well, tell her that i miss
★ tends to distrust or underestimate half-clan cats
★ touchy about family matters due to losing his brother
★ harboring a slight grudge against bloodclan

APPEARANCE: our little talks; soon it will be over
★ DOMESTIC CAT [reference] | overall health: 96%
★ maine coon mix | longhaired | black solid | round yellow eyes
★ large, heavy build | water-resistant fur | no notable markings
★ deep, jagged scar cutting across chest
— current injuries: none

PERSONALITY: and buried with our past; we used
★ curious, generous, honest, laid-back, observant, open, optimistic, practical, trusting
★ biased, childish, competitive, easily distracted, forgetful, lax, skilled people-reader
★ focuses too much on small details, reckless, stubborn, unreliable, willfully ignorant
★ all opinions are ic only

RELATIONSHIPS: to play outside when we were
★ gen 1 | npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
★ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
★ mentoring harrierpaw | not open to apprentices
★ former apprentice of foxdancer

INTERACTION: young and full of life and full of love
★ attack in bolded lavender
★ physically medium easy | mentally easy
★ very little real battle experience | usually finishes fights
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
★ nonviolent or peaceful actions may be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]please night needs a petty rivalry
he needs motivation
who makes?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]"Sootstorm!"

Nightstream's voice was muffled by the vole he held, but it was clear who he was talking to by how he raised his head, ears at attention. Grinning around the prey, he shuffled forward, his fluffy tail trailing behind him; once he stopped, he dropped the vole, placing his paw on it. "Welcome back." Was it just him, or could smell BloodClan on Sootstorm's pelt? It made perfect sense, considering, but that didn't make it any less unnerving to have that scent in his head again. "We've had snow. Prey's been hard to find — you look like you could use some, by the way," he added, eyeing Sootstorm carefully. At least BloodClan was probably suffering the same decrease in fresh-kill as SkyClan was.

"And..." Breaking off, he looked over his shoulder at Foxdancer, annoyed and still plastered with cobwebs, a completely different cat than she'd been half a moon ago. It couldn't all be good news, Nightstream guessed; if Foxdancer wasn't going to give a straight answer, well, then, he would. "Foxdancer and Minkpaw got attacked by coyotes." ...Part of a straight answer. He didn't want to say it. Minkpaw hadn't been his apprentice, but he'd still watched it happen, and that had been terrible enough by itself.

[spoiler=✨ 12/14][size=7pt]★ first roleplayed [11/29]
★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in attempt to remove thornfang [12/9]

GENERAL: there's an old voice in my head that's
★ nightstream paw kit | cisgender male [he/him]
★ sixteen moons | july 23 | ages real-time
★ warrior of traditional skyclan | skyclan-born
★ average hunter | average fighter | great swimmer

NOTES: holding me back, well, tell her that i miss
★ tends to distrust or underestimate half-clan cats
★ touchy about family due to losing his brother
★ harboring a slight grudge against bloodclan

APPEARANCE: our little talks; soon it will be over
★ DOMESTIC CAT [reference] | overall health: 96% | ■ ■ ■ ■
★ maine coon mix | longhaired | black solid | round yellow eyes
★ large, heavy build | water-resistant fur | no notable markings
★ deep, jagged scar cutting across chest
— current injuries: none

PERSONALITY: and buried with our past; we used
★ curious, generous, honest, laid-back, observant, open, optimistic, practical, trusting
★ biased, childish, competitive, easily distracted, forgetful, lax, skilled people-reader
★ focuses too much on small details, reckless, stubborn, unreliable, willfully ignorant
★ all opinions are ic only

RELATIONSHIPS: to play outside when we were
★ npc x npc | brother of hornetswarm
★ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
★ mentoring harrierpaw | not open to apprentices
★ former apprentice of foxdancer

INTERACTION: young and full of life and full of love
★ attack in bolded lavender
★ physically medium easy | mentally easy
★ very little battle experience | usually finishes fights
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots
★ nonviolent or peaceful actions may be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Too busy staring at the Twolegs, Nightstream made no motion to acknowledge Audenine, though his ears twitched at the question. ”Taking trees?” he suggested with a frown, speaking at the same soft volume as if the Twolegs would hear him. Stealing was about as far as his imagination stretched – He couldn’t imagine what they’d do with those trees. Did they just set them up and stare at them? Couldn’t they do that out here, where there was pretty snow and wildlife? But then they’d be by SkyClan all the time, and Thrushstar would probably have to organize another move, and… On second thought, if that was the price SkyClan would pay, the Twolegs could keep the trees.

Even Foxdancer didn’t know. Moons after his apprenticeship under her had ended, Nightstream still found himself assuming she knew everything; it was easy to forget they were technically on the same level now, ignoring the experience gap between them. He shifted, ears rising as he started to relax. "I don't like them." When she tugged at him, he went stiff, but he fell back all the same. Twolegs didn’t scare him – well, not as much as some things. They weren’t an ever-present threat like foxes or badgers, but that made them no less dangerous; he trusted Foxdancer’s judgment more than his own.

A real answer came in the form of Mothdust. Destroying trees was something he’d never get, mostly because A) he was far too small for that and B) he lived in those trees, his prey lived in those trees. Decorations and gifts, though…He could wrap his head around presents. ”They’ve got bees in their brains,” the warrior decided. ”All of them.” Then he turned, looking at Mothdust out of the corner of his eye; most of him wanted to keep watching in case the Twolegs started doing something new, but he couldn’t stare forever. ”How’d you figure that out?”

[spoiler=✨ 12/16][size=7pt]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in attempt to remove thornfang [12/9]

GENERAL: there's an old voice in my head that's
★ nightstream | cisgender male [he/him]
★ sixteen moons | july 23 | ages real-time
★ warrior of traditional skyclan | skyclan-born
★ average hunter | average fighter | skilled swimmer

NOTES: holding me back, well, tell her that i miss
★ tends to distrust or underestimate half-clan cats
★ touchy about family due to losing his brother
★ harboring a slight grudge against bloodclan

APPEARANCE: our little talks; soon it will be over
★ MAINE COON MIX [ref] | health: 100% | ■ ■ ■ ■
★ longhaired | black solid | bright yellow eyes
★ large, bulky | water-resistant fur | no markings
★ deep, jagged scar cutting across chest
— current injuries: none

PERSONALITY: and buried with our past; we used
★ curious, honest, laid-back, observant, practical
★ competitive, easily distracted, forgetful, trusting
★ reckless, stubborn, unreliable, willfully ignorant
★ all opinions are ic only

RELATIONSHIPS: to play outside when we were
★ npc x npc | gen 1 | brother of hornetswarm
★ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
★ mentoring harrierpaw | not open to apprentices
★ former apprentice of foxdancer

INTERACTION: young and full of life and full of love
★ attack in bolded lavender
★ physically medium easy | mentally easy
★ little battle experience | tries to finish fights
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Nightstream wasn’t one to hold grudges, but he was willing to make an exception just this once. BloodClan had burned their territory; that wasn’t something that could be easily forgiven, especially since it was BloodClan. At the mention of a training session, he pushed himself to his paws and padded over. One last bit of practice before taking on BloodClan couldn’t hurt. ”Here,” he said, sitting down with a dull thump. It was strange to see Thrushstar perched atop the cottage... Oh, well. He'd adjust.

[spoiler=✨ 12/16][size=7pt]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in attempt to remove thornfang [12/9]

GENERAL: there's an old voice in my head that's
★ nightstream | cisgender male [he/him]
★ sixteen moons | july 23 | ages real-time
★ warrior of traditional skyclan | skyclan-born
★ average hunter | average fighter | skilled swimmer

NOTES: holding me back, well, tell her that i miss
★ tends to distrust or underestimate half-clan cats
★ touchy about family due to losing his brother
★ harboring a slight grudge against bloodclan

APPEARANCE: our little talks; soon it will be over
★ MAINE COON MIX [ref] | health: 100% | ■ ■ ■ ■
★ longhaired | black solid | bright yellow eyes
★ large, bulky | water-resistant fur | no markings
★ deep, jagged scar cutting across chest
— current injuries: none

PERSONALITY: and buried with our past; we used
★ curious, honest, laid-back, observant, practical
★ competitive, easily distracted, forgetful, trusting
★ reckless, stubborn, unreliable, willfully ignorant
★ all opinions are ic only

RELATIONSHIPS: to play outside when we were
★ npc x npc | gen 1 | brother of hornetswarm
★ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
★ mentoring harrierpaw | not open to apprentices
★ former apprentice of foxdancer

INTERACTION: young and full of life and full of love
★ attack in bolded lavender
★ physically medium easy | mentally easy
★ little battle experience | tries to finish fights
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]He’d been wondering if something about Meadowsong seemed off. Now, he could finally pin it down: Kits. She was going to have kits. Nightstream couldn’t be sure how he felt about that, with the battle against BloodClan looming in the near future, but there wasn’t any harm in having more SkyClanners, right? The dark warrior grinned as he padded over, abandoning the fresh-kill pile; he had to patrol before he could eat anything, anyway. Featherpaw had noticed something different about Meadowsong, too – it was definitely real, then. ”You look happy,” he meowed, leaning forward on his tufted paws. ”Congrats. Er...You’re having kits, right?”

[spoiler=✨ 12/16][size=7pt]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in attempt to remove thornfang [12/9]

GENERAL: there's an old voice in my head that's
★ nightstream | cisgender male [he/him]
★ sixteen moons | july 23 | ages real-time
★ warrior of traditional skyclan | skyclan-born
★ average hunter | average fighter | skilled swimmer

NOTES: holding me back, well, tell her that i miss
★ tends to distrust or underestimate half-clan cats
★ touchy about family due to losing his brother
★ harboring a slight grudge against bloodclan

APPEARANCE: our little talks; soon it will be over
★ MAINE COON MIX [ref] | health: 100% | ■ ■ ■ ■
★ longhaired | black solid | bright yellow eyes
★ large, bulky | water-resistant fur | no markings
★ deep, jagged scar cutting across chest
— current injuries: none

PERSONALITY: and buried with our past; we used
★ curious, honest, laid-back, observant, practical
★ competitive, easily distracted, forgetful, trusting
★ reckless, stubborn, unreliable, willfully ignorant
★ all opinions are ic only

RELATIONSHIPS: to play outside when we were
★ npc x npc | gen 1 | brother of hornetswarm
★ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
★ mentoring harrierpaw | not open to apprentices
★ former apprentice of foxdancer

INTERACTION: young and full of life and full of love
★ attack in bolded lavender
★ physically medium easy | mentally easy
★ little battle experience | tries to finish fights
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]The last thing he expected to find was a kitten. Correction: another kitten, all alone on SkyClan's territory. This one was on the move, crawling out of a bush. Nightstream frowned down at Deerkit, deep in thought. What kind of cat did it take to just leave a kit in dangerous lands? If not that, what kind of cat would let their kit wander this far from home? He wasn't the most responsible warrior in the universe, but he was better than that!...Right? "What're you doing here?" He lowered his large, fluffy body into an awkward half-crouch, trying to get somewhat close to Deerkit's eye level. "You looking for something?"

[spoiler=✨ 12/16][size=7pt]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in attempt to remove thornfang [12/9]

GENERAL: there's an old voice in my head that's
★ nightstream | cisgender male [he/him]
★ sixteen moons | july 23 | ages real-time
★ warrior of traditional skyclan | skyclan-born
★ average hunter | average fighter | skilled swimmer

NOTES: holding me back, well, tell her that i miss
★ tends to distrust or underestimate half-clan cats
★ touchy about family due to losing his brother
★ harboring a slight grudge against bloodclan

APPEARANCE: our little talks; soon it will be over
★ MAINE COON MIX [ref] | health: 100% | ■ ■ ■ ■
★ longhaired | black solid | bright yellow eyes
★ large, bulky | water-resistant fur | no markings
★ deep, jagged scar cutting across chest
— current injuries: none

PERSONALITY: and buried with our past; we used
★ curious, honest, laid-back, observant, practical
★ competitive, easily distracted, forgetful, trusting
★ reckless, stubborn, unreliable, willfully ignorant
★ all opinions are ic only

RELATIONSHIPS: to play outside when we were
★ npc x npc | gen 1 | brother of hornetswarm
★ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
★ mentoring harrierpaw | not open to apprentices
★ former apprentice of foxdancer

INTERACTION: young and full of life and full of love
★ attack in bolded lavender
★ physically medium easy | mentally easy
★ little battle experience | tries to finish fights
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Deerkit bumped into him, and Nightstream stepped back, straightening up. "Uh...hello?" Surely there had to be something -- The kit kept mewling, what did that mean? "You're in SkyClan, y'know." By this point, he wasn't sure why he was still speaking; he hadn't gotten a response the first time.

He didn't know much about kittens; they'd only recently started turning up on the border. Or maybe he'd only recently started running into them. Whatever the reason, he had almost no experience with cats this age, and he was thankful Audenine, at least, had an idea. With a sheepish look toward Audenine, he said, "You're probably right. I'll -- " Then Nightstream reached down, aiming to grab the kit by the scruff; this, too, was unfamiliar territory.

[spoiler=✨ 12/16][size=7pt]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in attempt to remove thornfang [12/9]

GENERAL: there's an old voice in my head that's
★ nightstream | cisgender male [he/him]
★ sixteen moons | july 23 | ages real-time
★ warrior of traditional skyclan | skyclan-born
★ average hunter | average fighter | skilled swimmer

NOTES: holding me back, well, tell her that i miss
★ tends to distrust or underestimate half-clan cats
★ touchy about family due to losing his brother
★ harboring a slight grudge against bloodclan

APPEARANCE: our little talks; soon it will be over
★ MAINE COON MIX [ref] | health: 100% | ■ ■ ■ ■
★ longhaired | black solid | bright yellow eyes
★ large, bulky | water-resistant fur | no markings
★ deep, jagged scar cutting across chest
— current injuries: none

PERSONALITY: and buried with our past; we used
★ curious, honest, laid-back, observant, practical
★ competitive, easily distracted, forgetful, trusting
★ reckless, stubborn, unreliable, willfully ignorant
★ all opinions are ic only

RELATIONSHIPS: to play outside when we were
★ npc x npc | gen 1 | brother of hornetswarm
★ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
★ mentoring harrierpaw | not open to apprentices
★ former apprentice of foxdancer

INTERACTION: young and full of life and full of love
★ attack in bolded lavender
★ physically medium easy | mentally easy
★ little battle experience | tries to finish fights
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]//mobile, might be weird spelling errors

"Who are you?" It was not in Nightstream's nature to sound so icy. On the border, he made a point of trying to come across as friendly; things went smoother that way, and, frankly, SkyClan couldn't afford to go making enemies right now. Though he had some advantages in his bulk and his strength, he was hardly one to pick fights for the fun of it. There was a difference between picking a fight and defending oneself; Nightstream considered this the latter.

A BloodClanner on unclaimed lands was all right; a BloodClanner who stayed within the confines of their own territory (where they belonged, far, far away from SkyClan) was better yet. But a BloodClanner standing kittensteps from where unimportant territory became SkyClan's was nothing short of a challenge. They were ready for war against these cats, yet BloodClan clearly felt as if they could send their warriors to SkyClan's doorstep without consequence — or so Nightstream thought. He had never gotten a proper look at Sheogorath at the height of leadership, nor had he heard much about how Sheogorath behaved. What little he knew came from glimpses of fur flying in the midst of battle and stories overheard in the warriors' den. As a result, he didn't recognize the beast of a tabby on SkyClan's border.

The dark warrior's gaze drifted over the rainbow collar, the teeth (presumably from enemies of BloodClan) affixed to it. Nightstream was large, but some of his size came from sheer fluff; this cat was made of muscle, imposing and visible through his fur. Another yet-unspoken threat. "What do you want?" he asked, stepping forward so he was slightly in front of Caramel. The tip of his tail twitched back and forth — back and forth. To his credit, Nightstream was able to hide the first thought that crossed his mind behind the same cold tone he'd used upon greeting Sheogorath.

Please don't burn our territory down. He could only hope.

[spoiler=✨ 12/16][size=7pt]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in attempt to remove thornfang [12/9]

GENERAL: there's an old voice in my head that's
★ nightstream | cisgender male [he/him]
★ sixteen moons | july 23 | ages real-time
★ warrior of traditional skyclan | skyclan-born
★ average hunter | average fighter | skilled swimmer

NOTES: holding me back, well, tell her that i miss
★ tends to distrust or underestimate half-clan cats
★ touchy about family due to losing his brother
★ harboring a slight grudge against bloodclan

APPEARANCE: our little talks; soon it will be over
★ MAINE COON MIX [ref] | health: 100% | ■ ■ ■ ■
★ longhaired | black solid | bright yellow eyes
★ large, bulky | water-resistant fur | no markings
★ deep, jagged scar cutting across chest
— current injuries: none

PERSONALITY: and buried with our past; we used
★ curious, honest, laid-back, observant, practical
★ competitive, easily distracted, forgetful, trusting
★ reckless, stubborn, unreliable, willfully ignorant
★ all opinions are ic only

RELATIONSHIPS: to play outside when we were
★ npc x npc | gen 1 | brother of hornetswarm
★ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
★ mentoring harrierpaw | not open to apprentices
★ former apprentice of foxdancer

INTERACTION: young and full of life and full of love
★ attack in bolded lavender
★ physically medium easy | mentally easy
★ little battle experience | tries to finish fights
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Really? StarClan had picked Audenine, of all cats? The apprentice was fine in his own way; Nightstream couldn’t deny the younger cat had a decent head on his shoulders – seemed like a good type of cat to stick to in emergencies, too, if finding kits on the border counted as an emergency. But Night had reasons for suspicion. As far as he knew, Audenine was a ShadowClanner with some connection to elsewhere through his odd name – Twolegplace or BloodClan, it didn’t matter; both were equally bad, though for different reasons. Kittypets were soft and weak, BloodClanners were vicious, heartless. And a cat who willingly left their birth Clan? Untrustworthy. Those were not qualities needed in a medicine cat.

Still, Nightstream wouldn’t protest. A sign from StarClan was a sign from StarClan – and if he had to be a little more careful until he felt he could trust Audenine with his life, well, he could manage. A moment after his Clanmates, he joined in the chanting: "Audenine!"

//congrats! + ignore night pls

[spoiler=✨ 12/16][size=7pt]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in attempt to remove thornfang [12/9]

GENERAL: there's an old voice in my head that's
★ nightstream | cisgender male [he/him]
★ sixteen moons | july 23 | ages real-time
★ warrior of traditional skyclan | skyclan-born
★ average hunter | average fighter | skilled swimmer

NOTES: holding me back, well, tell her that i miss
★ tends to distrust or underestimate half-clan cats
★ touchy about family due to losing his brother
★ harboring a slight grudge against bloodclan

APPEARANCE: our little talks; soon it will be over
★ MAINE COON MIX [ref] | health: 100% | ■ ■ ■ ■
★ longhaired | black solid | bright yellow eyes
★ large, bulky | water-resistant fur | no markings
★ deep, jagged scar cutting across chest
— current injuries: none

PERSONALITY: and buried with our past; we used
★ curious, honest, laid-back, observant, practical
★ competitive, easily distracted, forgetful, trusting
★ reckless, stubborn, unreliable, willfully ignorant
★ all opinions are ic only

RELATIONSHIPS: to play outside when we were
★ npc x npc | gen 1 | brother of hornetswarm
★ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
★ mentoring n/a | open to apprentices
★ former apprentice of foxdancer

INTERACTION: young and full of life and full of love
★ attack in bolded lavender
★ physically medium easy | mentally easy
★ little battle experience | tries to finish fights
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Had he been the first one to find Foxdancer, Nightstream would have kept his distance. Something about her read bad mood to him, which his head helpfully translated into stay away. Even if they’d been on better terms at the end of his apprenticeship, he would have felt awkward interrogating his mentor about how she was feeling based on such a small sign; as they were now, it was too risky. He’d seen her fight; he didn’t want her claws turned on him, even if it wasn’t serious. But he wasn’t alone – Poppypaw was here, and so was the DarkClan-smelling cat. (Fennel? Nah. Ferret? Stars, what was the name?) So Nightstream, after shaking some snow off his pelt, followed the pair of apprentices.

"Foxdancer, hey," he meowed; his eyes passed over her a bit too quickly. "Poppypaw. Uh..." Staring at Flower didn't help Nightstream remember what he was called. Darn. After a few seconds of thinking, the warrior eventually settled for "...You."

[spoiler=✨ 12/16][size=7pt]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
★ participated in attempt to remove thornfang [12/9]

GENERAL: there's an old voice in my head that's
★ nightstream | cisgender male [he/him]
★ sixteen moons | july 23 | ages real-time
★ warrior of traditional skyclan | skyclan-born
★ average hunter | average fighter | skilled swimmer

NOTES: holding me back, well, tell her that i miss
★ tends to distrust or underestimate half-clan cats
★ touchy about family due to losing his brother
★ harboring a slight grudge against bloodclan

APPEARANCE: our little talks; soon it will be over
★ MAINE COON MIX [ref] | health: 100% | ■ ■ ■ ■
★ longhaired | black solid | bright yellow eyes
★ large, bulky | water-resistant fur | no markings
★ deep, jagged scar cutting across chest
— current injuries: none

PERSONALITY: and buried with our past; we used
★ curious, honest, laid-back, observant, practical
★ competitive, easily distracted, forgetful, trusting
★ reckless, stubborn, unreliable, willfully ignorant
★ all opinions are ic only

RELATIONSHIPS: to play outside when we were
★ npc x npc | gen 1 | brother of hornetswarm
★ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
★ mentoring harrierpaw | not open to apprentices
★ former apprentice of foxdancer

INTERACTION: young and full of life and full of love
★ attack in bolded lavender
★ physically medium easy | mentally easy
★ little battle experience | tries to finish fights
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots