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Ushio's gaze turned upward to meet the nobleman's as he spoke again, however it seemed that he had gotten a reaction from the man, much to his satisfaction. Ah, it feels good. The yokai could feel the arrogant determination in the man, though he was painfully ignorant of who he was talking to. He raised an eyebrow at the threat that had been thrown back to him, which made him want to laugh. Him? A guard dog? A mere mongrel? Oh, what a foolish man this human was... A very huge fool indeed. Before he opened his mouth to respond in turn, his attention snapped over to Ina as she had so suddenly got up and left, clearly upset. Foolish woman. That caused a tint of annoyance to flood through Ushio as he watched her leave, his golden gaze blank. He honestly didn't care so much that she was upset, more annoyed than anything. She was foolish if she could not see through the man's intentions... but perhaps that was good, it kept him within this world for now and he had no intentions of returning to his prison.

Calmly, Ushio continued to eat in silence as he had initially dismissed Mokan's comment upon Ina leaving. Whatever she did was none of his concern, as long as she remained alive that alone was fine by him for now. However, he did notice Kimchi's glance toward him, followed by the tiny smirk that crossed her face. Humph, I'm not doing this out of the 'kindness of my heart'. Fool. His wicked heart merely yearned to release some of the anger boiling underneath the surface and perhaps get a more satisfying meal than the one he currently was feasting on. However, he did have to admit that he did certainly enjoy the human food he continued to eat, such odd flavors, but he secretly delighted in them. But nothing could compare to the desire to feast upon the beings of both light and dark, and the nobleman certainly was stepping into unknown territory with the yokai.

The nobleman's comment made him pause finally in eating, his golden eyes finally focusing his full attention on the arrogant human before him. "You are such an arrogant fool." His lips curved up in a cold, cruel smile, "Do you think I would choose to come here over such a useless, pathetic reason such as that? Are you really that deluded with your own foolish lust that you think everyone thinks the same as you?" He paused then shook his head, "No. Don't answer that, I already know you do. I can feel it," He leaned forward, now peering at the noble in faint interest, "For a human to be so full of themselves really entertains me, you simply think you'll get everything to come to you, hmm? Women, power, more fortune? But, oh... my mistake, a mongrel like me is so weak right? I can't possibly kill the big, scary wolf in front of me." A wicked smile crossed his face as he chuckled, "That was very wrong of you to assume Sir Mokan,"

At that moment, his eyes seemed to change gradually, eyes that took form to that of the horrifying, paralyzing gaze of his true form. Eyes that had peered upward toward the worlds, both light and dark and plotted endlessly for destruction upon both humans and yokai. It held nothing but hatred burning in such heartless eyes, a true predatory expression, one that would strike fear in the bravest of men. The Great Yokai's eyes, unseen since the dawn of time was now staring down the human before him. This was all the yokai could manage in terms of physical mutations to this human vessel for now with the energy he was managing to absorb as he grinned at Sir Mokan, his vessel's lips unmoving as his true voice rang out, a sinister voice that was far older than the mere child he took possession of, "Is this the sight of weakness Mokan? You can try to strike me down right now, but I assure you, you will not win. I welcome you to try though, as fruitless a task that will be, but I'll take delight in ripping the flesh from your bones... I am very hungry after all."

It was surely a terrifying sight, one that quickly vanished as the yokai allowed his features to return to normal, a satisfied hum leaving his lips as he took one more final bite of the food before him only to give an eeriely pleasant smile the the nobleman, as if nothing had occurred, "Stay away from Ina, and I'll spare you. If not... Well, I don't need to explain what will happen to you, now do I?" The boy then stood up, saying simply in an eeriely bright tone, "It's been a pleasure talking to you, Sir Mokan." There was no denying the predatory expression in his gaze that had settled as he looked at the man, obviously quite serious about his words. It was clear this was no normal boy, and certainly no normal yokai either. Normal yokai wouldn't be so intelligent, and certainly would not give off the enormously heavy pressure that Ushio had given off in that moment. This was a threat, a big one, and he had placed himself in the Great Yokai's sights which was not a good position to be in at all.

Haanbeii Finally finished up the rest of my form, sorry it took so long!

Snowtongue's eyes opened as he suppressed a heavy sigh from leaving him. The deputy needed to get up, however his muscles felt an ache within them as he got to his paws, making his way out of the warrior's den. Truth be told, he had been awake a few moments prior, hearing the chatter of Stormfoot and Newtbreeze. Sending out patrols now would be optimal, however there were very little warriors awake at the moment... Not that he could really blame them. The journey had been rough getting there, and exhaustion would leave many in their nests holding on to sleep. However, that was no excuse for him to sleep in.

Stepping outside of the warrior's den, the white cat's eyes narrowed against the glint of the morning sun as it warmed his bright pelt. The deputy's gaze settled upon Newtbreeze as she had padded back over to Stormfoot, which made the tom's mind immediately began to think of what patrol to send out. A hunting patrol would be beneficial, but putting up fresh markers near the borders would make more sense.. However, sending out a small border patrol for now would help. His gaze traveled over to Cloverstar for a very brief moment, I can't let her be bothered by such things as ordering around patrols.

Turning his head, he then said in his usual calm tone, "Stormfoot, Newtbreeze, would you mind going on a border patrol," He paused for a brief second, scanning around the clearing and spotting Sandflare out in the clearing, "You can take Sandflare along with you." Normally, Snowtongue would include himself, but he still needed to organize more patrols before he would join one himself. A hunting patrol still needed to be organized after all.

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A picture and name would be completely fine, no need for a form :3

Hmm.. I have to say I like 1 and 3, but I'm not too sure though!

The familiar pain that he had been expecting from the Overseer's pointed boot had never came, rather instead his nose was temporarily filled with the sweet scent of flowers; something he had not laid eyes on in many years. It was certainly a welcome change from the dirty, rank smells that came with the destroyed city. And soon came the gentle touch that followed, although forcing his head upward so that he had to look at the woman who had temporarily spared him from the Overseer's boot. In all honesty, he was just as equally terrified of the noblewoman before him as he was of the Overseer. It was never a good thing to receive sudden attention from the nobles, nothing good ever rose from gaining their interest. Though, he was expecting perhaps a cruel action to be taken and had immediately closed his eyes tightly in preparation for anything to occur... Nothing did. More gentle touches instead had followed, brushing back the hair currently slicking down to his dirty, sweaty skin as he merely trembled underneath the woman's touch, only daring to open his eyes again to look at her.

Fear still was his primary emotion, more so for the look in her piercing eyes. It made shivers run up and down his spine, making him cower before her as he lowered his head once again as soon as she had let go. His mind was racing, unable to make himself understand what sort of motive she would have. However, such a thought process only left him with more and more questions and not any answers, so he had shifted his position, making it more so comfortable for him to remained bowed down submissively for the people before him; though his left leg still gave stabbing aches of pain in protest, he had to silently endure.

Yet, that silence would soon be broken as soon as the woman had spoken, words that made him completely and utterly bewildered as she had turned to the Overseer in which his head snapped up, doe brown eyes opening wide in shock. She wanted to buy him? Now this certainly had sent Tomo for a loop. Why him? Not that he was complaining, anywhere should be much better than being in this city. At least he probably wouldn't have to be picking up the deceased anymore, though the task he was more or less numb to at this point. Warily, Tomo's gaze turned to her outstretched hand as she had offered to help him up to his feet. He supposed it would be alright... Really, he wasn't even supposed to draw close to the nobles, but for one to so easily want to have contact with him was a bit much for his brain to process at the moment, suspicion creeping into him.

Regardless, he seemed to have gotten over his suspicion just as quickly, a dirtied, calloused hand grasping her's as he struggled to stand, his jaw clenching with the effort of moving into a standing position, however as soon as he was able to stand without falling, he had hesitantly spoken, "But, I still have bodies to move-" He stopped speaking as he quickly had taken note of the Overseer's sudden glare and had immediately looked away, halting the words that he had been about to say. Instead, the Overseer's voice rang out, obviously quite greedy at the thought of being able to sell one of his slaves, "Oh, it would be such a shame to part with this one. He's a real hardworker, very sturdy too. But, for let's say... a couple thousand would be enough to make up for losing him. I'm sure that would be agreeable yes?"

Tomo to say the least was stunned at the brilliant flash of gold upon the noblewoman taking out the credit card, another obvious sign of wealth. This too had made the Overseer grin, the greedy light coming to his eyes as the woman had spoken, offering two thousand for ownership of Tomo. The burly man had opened his mouth in the beginnings of another sentence, perhaps to raise the price further, but the threat that came had immediately shut the man up, a disgruntled expression crossing his face as a scowl quickly crossed his features, "Very well." His piercing eyes turned upon Tomo, not quite so pleased, but it was certainly better than nothing at all in his mind.

It was then that Tomo had hastily moved after the group as the woman had beckoned him to follow, giving a wary glance over to the Overseer as he passed, though it seemed the man was far too preoccupied in the check he had been given, a greedy smile crossing his twisted features. A shudder involuntarily ran down Tomo's spine as he forced his attention away, his eyes turned upward in surprise to see what would be his new owner so close to him, his mind scrambling to attention as she seemed to have given a name to him. Naomi? Although, he had his doubts he would be able to simply call her by her first name. She was his new owner, although he certainly wasn't used to how friendly she was being. It just felt... off, strange. There was no way this noblewoman could possibly be as nice as she was presenting herself, but who was he to say anything? Obviously, he should expect a change in attitude soon right? The higher class would never be so merciful, and with as dirty as he was she must find him disgusting. Regardless, he had managed out his own name in reply, though reciting the words felt weird upon his tongue, "Nakamura Tomo."

"Nakamura" was merely the surname that had been given to him when the slave trade had been established, belonging previously to the Nakamura family, as such as to identify him easily in documentation. Of course, mostly all the slaves belonging to the Nakamura family was mostly dead at this point, the illness that had spread had also claimed the lives of the noble family as well. However, if Tomo had any recollection of what his previous name and surname was, he certainly had no clue about it now. They had made him take up his current name, and made him forget his previous one, the name his parents had given him. It was a rather trivial matter to him now as he was far more concerned on what was going to happen to him with these people he was with now.

However, as Naomi had taken hold of his arm and placed it around her shoulders, that had made Tomo tense. It was an unfamiliar sensation to him, one that he almost felt like he should move away. He certainly didn't smell too great, covered in sweat, dirt, and grime, not to mention the scent of the deceased that had more or less seemed to have sunk into his dirtied skin and the rags he wore, he was certainly not in the best of shape at the moment. The tension in his arms however seemed to not lessen as he awkwardly shuffled his pace to be a bit faster, feeling a bit ashamed at his old injury, however as Naomi had mentioned taking a look at it, Tomo had immediately shook his head quite rapidly in response.

"N-no need. It's just an old injury.." His leg when it had been injured quite horribly during a mining incident hadn't healed properly, and considering his status as a slave and with how poor the conditions were, he wasn't allowed the proper medical attention that he needed. Instead, his leg was left unattended to and had mended rather poorly, leaving it in it's pitiful state currently. He didn't feel like there was much of a point into looking at it now, not that he would verbally protest much. He knew that he had no grounds to put up an argument, especially considering he was now owned by someone new, however he still felt discomfort in the concern that was being spared to him. Quite sad how what he had perceived as normal was brutal, and cruel actions.

Regardless, as they had left the unruly streets of the ruined city behind them, the richer district had came into view causing Tomo's eyes to stretch wide in unrestrained wonder. The clean streets, the beautiful buildings, and the fresher air.. Everything seemed much more like a paradise than what he had grown quite used to. But, stepping into such a place made him feel more so dirty. Filth shouldn't have crossed into what would be an untouched paradise. Almost immediately, Tomo lowered his head again and instead stared down at the ground beneath him, though he had taken note that even the ground seemed far more clean than the dirty streets he was used to. Why am I here? He never would have even dreamed to step foot in the richer district ever, not even when he was just a child. Now, such a reality seemed so bizarre to him, it was just unreal. His expression crossed into one of being troubled, although being completely unaware of the intentions Naomi had for him at all. As far as he could guess, she merely was going to perhaps use him for physical labor... That was all he was useful for anyways. If not that, he wasn't sure what use he would be able to have to her at all.

Soon, Tomo felt relief as they had stopped. The young man's arm having been shrugged off by Naomi made him hastily move his arm to rest at his side, nervously sidestepping away from her as to give her a proper amount of space. He felt intirely too self conscious at the moment, now aware with how utterly filthy he was... Not that before it wasn't much of a problem in the dirty streets of the Hellhole. Everyone there had more or less abandoned personsl hygiene in favor of survival, and the slaves hadn't been given an option to clean themselves unless they wanted to risk bathing in the polluted, disgusting lakes filled to the brim with unknown substances and human waste. So, Tomo more or less had given up on personal cleanliness, focusing more on how he would be able to survive from day to day, and more importantly how to avoid the Overseer's wrath whenever the man got incredibly drunk. It had more or less been an even more so unpleasant experience when he had been moved underneath the Overseer's jurisdiction.

However, Tomo had jumped when another woman had approached behind Naomi, looking upon the interaction between the two although he soon looked away, feeling incredibly awkward. I'm a little bit jealous.. He wished that he could have had a friend like that, but as things were it was killed or be killed in the Hellhole, things like friendship never flourished. It was weak to rely on the bonds with others, and besides compared to the other in the Hellhole despite never getting sick, Tomo was rather plain and tried his best not to stand out from the crowd. It was what kept him alive for so long, if he'd not done that, it was more than likely he would be piled up with the other bodies by now.

However, with the opening of the grand door, Tomo's eyes once more looked upward toward the massive house, unable to stop himself from staring in shock. He'd never seen a house so grand before.. It. was so pretty, so elegant, and so very clean. Stepping inside, he couldn't help himself but take a look around himself, gawking in awe at every thing that his eyes rested on. It was almost as if he'd never seen a house before with how shocked he currently was, more or less allowing Naomi's and Saada's banter to fade into the background as his attention was fixated at the luxury before him. Was it really reality that he would stay here? Or was this a cruel dream that he would wake up from?

However, his unrestrained awe was soon broken as Naomi had so suddenly called out his surname causing the young man's back to stiffen as he abruptly turned to face her, looking at her with a startled expression upon his face, his doe brown eyes wide as she had begun to speak. Rules... right, there were always rules. The three rules she had given him however made him a bit bewildered, surely there were more stricter rules than those right? Were there punishments? Anything? If those were all the rules she was giving him, Tomo certainly felt like this place would be more relaxing to stay at than anywhere he had been before.

Nodding his head, though struggling not to lower his head out of habit he had said in response, "I-I understand." A nervous stutter had settled in his tone, it was to be expected that he would be a bit skittish and nervous until he felt comfortable enough to finally relax, but it felt like a relief to not have to pitifully bow his head everytime someone of the higher class were nearby or to avoid eye contact with others. But, it would take a lot of struggling to break a habit that he had been forced into, but considering now it was a rule to discard such a habit, Tomo felt a bit of determination to do so. He wouldn't want to bring shame upon this woman, even if he wasn't sure how to feel about her just yet... She had given him a nicer place to live for however along she found use in him, although he still had no idea what she was using him for.

However, at the instruction of making him follow her, Tomo had nodded his head although taking a brief glance in the direction of the metallic doors that Saada had disappeared behind. That had made his eyebrows furrow a bit, but he had disregarded it just as quickly, trying his best to keep up with Naomi as she led him in the direction of the bathroom although now once again Tomo was shocked at the luxury that it held. This feels like a bit too much, right? To bathe in such finery was making Tomo's head spin in confusion, his eyes taking in all the brilliant white tiles and the golden accents... It was a taste of luxury that he didn't expect he would ever have. Yet, her next words made him flinch, nearly making him back out of the bathroom.

Normally, Tomo wouldn't have a problem with following through with such an order. The very few "baths" he had been allowed prior to this point more or less was slaves being gathered and forced together in one spot only for cold, unclean water to be dumped over them repeatedly for a short amount of time. It was always uncomfortable, and of course there was no privacy but at the very least there were no women there. To undress in front of a woman was a whole other situation for him to work through entirely, but... It was still an order, he had to go through with it.

Wordlessly, he had forced himself to peel off the ill fitting rags that clung to his dirty skin, his trembling fingers being the only sign of his discomfort with the situation. Eventually, he had struggled through with peeling off the sweat drenched rags and moved as hastily as possible in the direction of the shower, turning on the shower itself and nearly flinching as the water had hit his skin. It's cold. However, he halted his tongue from complaining. Tomo never had handled a shower before, as he was born into poverty even prior to the events of the plague running rampant, drawing baths was what he knew and even then that knowledge had been pushed aside to the back of his mind. But, it felt nice despite how cold the water was, it wasn't as if he was unused to such icy water anyways. Plus it even felt so much cleaner than what he was used to.

His expression relaxed as the water hit his skin, welcoming the feeling of the dirt finally being washed away. Though, as more dirt and grime had steadily been moved away from his skin, the years of abuse under being enslaved seemed to be making its appearance upon him. Scars, countless, ugly scars lacerated the once unscarred pale skin upon his back, clearly from the cruel attacks from a whip although others seemed more shallow like human fingernails had ripped at his skin as well. His left leg upon closer examination even seemed bent at an unnatural angle, in which he was currently favoring his right leg instead, an large scar having started from his hip all the way down to his calf upon the leg. His chest seemed to have its share of cuts, even a few bruises having colored his stomach and sides, leftover from sharp kicks from the Overseer in his drunken rampages. It wasn't a pretty sight at all, but one couldn't expect much else considering how he had lived until this point.

It seemed that Tomo had forgotten Naomi's presence, now savoring the cold water as he rubbed his face and his unkempt hair. The soft features of his face was relaxed for once, the tiniest tint of a smile had finally placed itself upon his lips. However, that would vanish soon enough if Naomi were to get his attention once more.

Gradually walking through the forest, Bi-nasu's hurried steps had slowly came to a halt as the scent of dried blood had reached her nose, tangled with Hanao's scent of which seemed so much more stronger than before. Cautiously, the oni stepped out from behind the bushes as she soon felt her heart clench at the sight before her. Hanao was currently hunched over Miho's unmoving body, his bloodied hands clutching tightly at her clothing as he was completely still, though waves of grief and anger was coming off from the yokai. Stepping closer, Bi-nasu's expression wavered as she looked down at Miho'e body, unwilling to gaze at the oni whom she had called friend much longer, she had crouched down beside Hanao, reaching out a hand. Before she could make contact with him, he had spoken, his voice rough with the weight of his tears, "I smell... his scent on her. Byakuren killed her... didn't he?"

Bi-nasu's expression tensed as she looked aside, dropping her hand immediately, "Hanao, this isn't the time to be blaming anyone-" Her sentence was broken off as he shouted, "Did he do it, or did he not?!" The young yokai's head whipped around to face Bi-nasu, anger and confusion evident within the yokai's gaze, "You can smell it too, right? H-his scent.. It's on her body." He looked back to Miho's body, his hands clenching tighter upon the lifeless oni's clothes, "I just.. I must be imagining it right? He wouldn't do something like this.. but.."

Bi-nasu's lips turned down into a tight frown, "Hanao, that's enough. He wasn't in his right mind-" Hanao snapped, his teeth baring at Bi-nasu, anger once more flaring in his eyes, "That's no excuse! I don't care if he was being controlled or whatever! He killed her didn't he? Damn it!" The yokai abruptly stood, turning away from Miho's body, pacing along the space before him, "I... I can't believe I actually admired him. He's nothing but-" Before he could finish his sentence, an abrupt slap across his face had silenced him, stunning him as he held a hand to his reddening cheek.

Bi-nasu's teeth gritted as she hissed, "Don't you dare finish that sentence Hanao, you have no idea what he had been through! Speaking ill of the dead is not acceptable, ever," She took a step closer as Hanao's expression still remained fresh with shock, "Just because you're grieving doesn't mean you should give into your anger either, and especially not in these times. You should know better than that, you have responsibilities that you need to tend to, sitting here and screaming like a child isn't going to solve any problems! Pull yourself together!" The brief silence that followed had been broken by Hanao's expression turning rather pitiful as his hands abruptly came up to hastily wipe a few tears that had threatened to fall, his body trembling though the sight was enough to cause Bi-nasu to soften up slightly as she had then wrapped her arms around him, drawing him close in a hug as silent sobs left his lips.

"..I know it's hard Hanao, but you're going to have to become stronger. This is necessary, you don't have the time to grieve for now. Soon, you will." Her hand gently came up to brush his hair back away from his face, "But, for now you need to hold yourself together. Can you do that for me?" She felt Hanao nod his head though that caused a sad smile to cross her face as she held him tighter, "Good boy. Everything will get easier soon."

Noa abruptly got to her feet as Ayumi had begun to make her way toward the direction of the ship, worry clear within her eyes. Ayumi certainly wasn't acting like herself, although she couldn't necessarily blame her. Quietly, she followed after Ayumi deciding that silence would be enough for now. She doubted she would be able to talk to Ayumi in the current state she was in, although that didn't mean that she didn't feel any concern over her. However, taking a glance over her shoulder, her gaze had settled upon Byakuren's lifeless form upon the sand. It made her wonder, what would they possibly do now? From what little she knew in the meetings with Rose, the rebel leader had placed her hopes on Byakuren, but now that he was gone... What hope would they be able to hold onto now?

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Muddystream Just finished up Beepaw's form! Thanks for accepting :3

Midnight MC Alpha Hehe thanks!

Dripnose's brown and white pelt remained curled up within the back of the warrior's den. He felt reluctant to leave the comfort of his warm nest, feeling quite under the weather. Another trip to the medicine cat den I suppose.. The tom's wet nose wrinkled up in a sniffle as his green eyes opened in exhaustion, his skinny body feeling rather heavy accompanied by the usual pounding in his head from an ever familiar headache. It would be another rough day today... He could already feel it. Slowly, the skinny tom got to his paws, trembling slightly with the effort as he picked his way around the other still sleeping warriors within the den, moving outside into the bright sunshine and squinting his eyes at the sudden glare of the bright sun. Almost instantly, the a sneeze had left the tom, his skinny frame trembling as embarrassment flooded through him. Without fail, Dripnose would always sneeze nonstop until the end of the day where sleep would eventually make him stop for the most part. Pitiful sniffles continued to leave him as he stepped aside from the warrior's den, moving to retreat to the medicine cat den in hopes of getting something to ease his discomfort. Hopefully Rosewing would have something that could help? Then again... That was only a temporary solution.

The tom paused however as he turned his head, looking in Sunlight's direction briefly as he spotted the younger warrior's pale ginger pelt. Almost immediately, he turned his head quickly, hastening his steps as he did his best to avoid her. It wasn't out of dislike of course as she had done nothing to him, but he simply couldn't be calm when she was nearby.

Mackerelsplash's calico pelt soon followed after Dripnose's hasty retreat. His brother's pathetic sneezing would always wake him up in the morning, depriving him of a few more moments of sleep that he wished to hold on to. It left him feeling irritated to say the least. Moving aside from the entrance of the warrior's den as to not block those whom have yet to awaken, Mackerelsplash's attention now settled upon grooming his spotted pelt. After all, he needed to remain presentable did he not? Appearances were important if he were to face a new day, and he would not allow himself to look as ragged as Dripnose seemed to be these days. However, as the tom's tongue had moved in long strokes upon his short, sleek fur, his pale eyes shifted upward to the rather quickened pace of Dripnose as his brother retreated in the direction of the medicine cat den. He knew however the answer all too well.

Idiot. A snort left the tom as he dismissed the situation. It mattered not to him who Dripnose happened to be interested in, such information would not benefit him. In the midst of him grooming however, Mackerelsplash's gaze traveled upward toward the direction of Smokestar, seeing the old leader within the clearing made the calico's eyes narrow ever so slightly. He desired nothing more to obtain such a position... such unimaginable control would feel so exhilarating, and the clan would shower him in neverending praise. Oh, how the Storytellers would record countless legends of his great deeds... The thought made a tingle of glee flow through the tom. However, the matter of obtaining such a thing would be difficult, he was well aware. I just need to act carefully as always.

Beepaw's form lay comfortably within her nest, although she had heard Pipitpaw stir earlier from his nest, she'd not bothered to move just yet, her ever colorful imagination locked in yet another wondrous dream. Yet, eventually the dream would fade, and with it she would have to face a new, bright day. With a slight groan, the she-cat had rolled over upon her stomach, bits and pieces of her nest clinging to her thick tabby fur in which she turned her head, hoping to dislodge the bits and pieces clinging to her pelt. However, the task was quickly proving to be far too boring for her liking, and so with bits and pieces of her fur sticking out in odd directions, the storyteller apprentice had made her way outside of the den, her wide green eyes already beginning to sparkle with her usual unbearable cheer.

However, before she would start the usual morning routine of annoying her clanmates by greeting them quite loudly, she had paused in her steps as her attention shifted toward Pipitpaw and Lionpaw. Curious, her head tilted upward as she looked toward what they seemed to be looking at, in which a bit of laughter had escaped her before she could stop herself. Jadelock of course, was being quite odd as usual she supposed. A bit of mischief had settled into her, almost tempted to act on the impulse of spooking the storyteller awake, however she had instead made her way over, attempting to restrain herself from being too obnoxious... which she would of course fail at sooner or later.

"'Morning Lionpaw, Pipitpaw." Beepaw's loud mew had called out as she approached, although she too had stopped before the tree, looking up at Jadelock's white pelt, "You don't suppose he needs to wake up right? I could go up there." She of course, already settled on such a train of thought before anyone really would think otherwise.

Muddystream Two quick things, Beepaw is female, you listed her as male. You put her underneath the adoptables section. Otherwise it looks good to me!

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Dripnose soon came to an abrupt halt in front of the medicine cat den, peering within in hopes to see if either Rosewing or Fennecpaw were awake. Seeing neither of them up however had left the tom feeling a sense of dread, more so than before as he suppressed another sniffle from leaving him, although another sneeze did leave him as he turned away from the den. Great, he would just have to deal with his current miserable state for a little while longer. The skinny tom flinched however as he looked upward at the mention of his name leaving Mackerelsplash's maw, the fact that his brother was perhaps offering him up to do something seemed to sink more dread within the young warrior as he hastily then attempted to look as if he'd not heard, although mostly considering that Sunflight was standing near Mackerelsplash, he didn't want her to notice the reluctance upon his face. Dripnose was a warrior after all, and he definitely refused to retire even if he suffered seemingly relentless allergies. He had duties to do, he needed to work a lot harder complete them. So, forcing aside his utter reluctance, the tom had made his way over toward the group, although making sure there was space betweem himself and his clanmates. He knew that most didn't much like when he went on his sneezing fits, so he took care to keep them at bay in order to not cause any anger to be directed toward himself.

Mackerelsplash's ears twitched at the mention of his name, his head turning upward abruptly as his gaze settled upon Waspgaze as the deputy had moved past. With how uncertain the deputy seemed in giving out the order in Smokestar's presence, though that made a bit of amusement run through the spotted furred warrior as he stood to his paws, eyes shifting over to the familiar pelt of his apprentice, Amberpaw. He supposed a hunting patrol would be a good way to warm up for the day, and he did need to see that Amberpaw wasn't lacking in her skills either. Although he didn't much care for going along with anyone else, especially more so Sunflight due to the ever so slightest connection in his mind to his sickly brother, it would have to do for now. Good impressions were always everything, always going a long way, he needed to be quite careful after all.

Walking over to the slowly growing group, Mackerelsplash had come to a halt beside his apprentice Amberpaw, inclining his head in a greeting to Sunflight and Amberpaw; although he had stepped aside as Sprucepelt had so suddenly padded up, his ears twitching as he glanced aside toward the medicine cat den as Dripnose appeared to be quite a bit distressed peering inside. Humph, good luck with that border patrol. You'll have to take that useless furball with you. He held his tongue though from making such a scathing comment. It wouldn't look good if he so suddenly insulted his brother out of the blue, StarClan knows how many times he had practically tormented Dripnose when they were apprentices. He luckily had better things to do with his time, however he would not put up with Dripnose's company. The further his brother was from him, the better.

"If I may suggest," Mackerelsplash had spoke up in a calm tone, looking between Smokestar, Waspgaze, and Sprucepelt, "Perhaps bring Dripnose on that border patrol?"

Beepaw's bright eyes rolled at Pipitpaw's teasing, though at the most the cheerful tabby took the scathing comments with a grain of salt. Her spirits were far too high right now to be dampened, and she was quite used to Pipitpaw's personality by now to be actually ruffled by his words. However, the encouragement from both Lionpaw and Pipitpaw seemed to quickly sway Beepaw into action as she grinned, "Leave it to me!" Without a second of hesitation, the she-cat had marched her way up toward the base of the tree and had launched herself upward, her claws sinking into the tree's bark as determination had now settled within the fluffy cat's eyes. Now, came the climbing part. Admittedly, Beepaw was not the best climber out there, her progress was awkward with how she was struggling to get up toward the branch that Jadelock seemed to be asleep on, and her grip had nearly slackened a few times, but she eventually got on level with the branch itself, although the effort she put in was quite a lot due to her less than polished climbing skills.

Nontheless, her mischief would not be extinguished by that, now she simply had to make Jadelock wake up, a simple task that she would readily dedicate herself to. So, with a few awkward tries, Beepaw had now carefully settled herself upon the branch, her claws carefully gripping the branch to keep herself anchored as the apprentice eyed the branch, attempting to determine how stable it seemed to be. After all, there was no need to make the branch snap now was there? That would be bad.. No one needed a trip to the medicine cat den after all. With that out of the way, Beepaw had now began to jump upon the branch, causing the limb to sway underneath each jump, although she took care not to overdo it, mewing in her usual loud tone, although perhaps raised a bit more to perhaps wake up the white tom, "Wake up, Jadelock!"

Dripnose held back a sigh as he turned away from the group, moving after Sprucepelt although hesitating in drawing too close to the other tom. He never really interacted quite openly with his other clanmates, so being near the other for some time even for a brief period seemed to really bother him. His once again, he had sniffled as Sprucepelt grabbed a shrew in which the skinny tom had hastily grabbed a rather pitiful looking mouse from the bottom of the pile. He didn't need to take the fresher prey anyways, even if the mouse would be tough to eat, at the very least it would be enough to fill his stomach for a little while.

Mackerelsplash moved after Sunflight and Amberpaw, his usual calm confidence surrounding him as he spoke up, "I suppose it should be. It is still quite early," He looked upward toward the sunlight barely filtering in between the trees above, the calico's thoughts settling now upon the duty of hunting. Excelling here as usual would be his goal, perfection of course needed to be achieved.

A triumphant, broad grin had now settled upon Beepaw's face in satisfaction of waking Jadelock from sleep. It certainly did made her feel quite pleased with herself, more so when she heard Pipitpaw's voice of approval in which in seemed like the hyperactive she-cat seemed to be practically basking in her triumphant moment although returning her mentor's greeting with a cheerful, "'Morning Jadelock!" However, as the white tom had successfully made his way down, Beepaw was left to look down from her perch, only now aware of how high she was in the tree. Everyone looked so small from up there... Was the branch swaying a bit too? A tinge of nervousness had settled within Beepaw's stomach as her claws sunk deeper into the branch, her discomfort as clear as day upon her face. Maybe she really hadn't thought things through this time like usual... She wasn't an excellent climber and this certainly wasn't the best situation for her to put herself in. Well, here goes nothing I guess. She did realize that she couldn't stay in the tree forever, and now she certainly had the urge to get her paws on solid ground again.

Taking in a deep breath, the apprentice then shakily moved closer toward the trunk of the tree, seeing as Jadelock had jumped down from branch to branch, the tabby only thought that she should do the same as well. Leaping down, Beepaw seemed to be doing well enough by getting a firm grip on each branch that she aimed to get to, however soon the tabby had misjudged the leap, her paws barely grasping at the branch before her, scrabbling wildly at the limb before her claws had snagged into the bark, dangling from the swaying branch for a few moments as she seemed quite spooked for a few seconds, her already wide eyes further widening in shock and a tinge of fear; yet instead of remaining frozen in place, the fluffy tabby had lifted herself upward upon the branch, now more carefully traversing her way down the tree until her paws finally touched the ground, a sigh of relief leaving her as she mumbled, "Maybe I really shouldn't be climbing trees."

¤ScarletClan

¤history

Moons of warring cats had stained the earth red with blood, the scent of death heavy upon the air; prey had long since left in waves due to the incessant fighting, and the death toll was rising in leaps and bounds. This was the cruel reality that had at one time been the origins of the clan now known as ScarletClan; a clan named after the moons of blood that had been shed upon ancient battlefields due to unyielding sides desiring nothing more than to survive. However, the path that lead to the nonstop fighting is one that is a long one; started simply by the desire for territory and protection.

The fighting had originated within territory that had been unclaimed by majority of the cats whom resided within; and considering at first there was not many cats in the area and chances of cats interacting with each other was very slim. As such, the fights that occasionally broke out did not last long and certainly didn't have any dire consequences. Yet, soon more cats would stumble in upon the rather secluded territory, laying claim to it. The cats whom had invaded held diseases, and which such diseases it had spread easily to the uninfected cats whom had called the territory their home. Not only were the cats diseased, they were also very much aggressive, chasing cats whom had settled down from their homes and laying claim to more of the territory under a tyranical rule. Of course, through the moons of having to deal with the constant running and barely managing to defend themselves, the cats who had been there first had gotten quite fed up and desperate due to being chased out close to where there was twoleg territory; and with the Thunderpath that lay between the edge of the protection of what had been their forest, and poisoned water due to the all the chemicals the twolegs commonly poured out, it was clear what their last resort was: it was to fight for their home or die trying for they had no other option; nothing else that could be going for them and living with twolegs certainly was not an option.

So, the fighting had soon started with the dead of night; with the moon high in the sky and the invaders that had been sleeping peacefully in their stolen dens, the desperate cats had attacked with all of their might. The first fight had been a confused, sloppy mess with startled and angry cats fighting desperately for their lives, yowls filling the air and blood being shed in waves. The fight however resulted in the desperate cat's defeat, once more being chased out to the Thunderpath and past it into twoleg territory. Soon the second fight came, and then the third... Eventually, the days went by with nonstop battles, neither side wanting to give up. However, as it stretched on into two years of fighting, both sides had been thoroughly decimated.

The cat population had tanked due to not a lot of cats being able to fight anymore, the prey had scattered, herbs were picked clean, and the area was left barren. In the last fight to occur prior to ScarletClan's formation, the two sides had once again picked up the last of their fighting spirits and were prepared to kill each other in the last ditch efforts; and just as the two sides had raised claw against each other on the ruined battlefield, a piercing flash of light had suddenly filled the barren field in both side's confusion and horror. Soon, spirits of the deceased had filled the barren field, dead cats from both sides had plead for the fighting to cease, unwilling to see their loved ones fight each other anymore. Instead they had demanded a union of both sides to mend and heal, no longer could they fight each other for both sides would be destroyed.

Many cats had objected after the deceased cats had faded, unwilling to see the truth of their words and unable to allow themselves to trust the other side, however it was inevitable that both sides would give in to the demands when faced with the truth of their reality. No one desired to fight anymore; the fighting had gone on for far too long and neither side had the resources to spare. So, with both sides having to compromise, they had joined together in the beginnings of ScarletClan, and soon with the guidance of the deceased had formed the clan's hierarchy and the rules that would be put into place to maintain order amongst themselves to not cause the horrors of the past to happen again.

Now, facing their future moons after their formation, ScarletClan is striding forward toward their new destiny with stories yet to be told; and legends yet to be formed. It is now time to unravel their legacy into the future onward with you apart of it.

¤territory

ScarletClan's territory resides within with a forest nesteled behind massive mountains to the north, forming a natural barrier between themselves and whatever lies beyond the mountain range. Within the forest; it has plentiful prey with lush forestry and dense, clustered trees which provide ample coverage. In such territory, ScarletClan's camp had settled upon the base of a large oak tree whose roots had formed arches spreading out from it. Dens had been dug out in identical fashion aside from the leader's den of which rests within the base of the oak tree that had been hollowed out. For protection, the camp's walls had been reinforced with thorns and thick mud walls to keep most if not all unwanted threats out.

To the west of the territory lies the Thunderpath and twolegplace; it forms a farmland that leads out to an open meadow with more mountains out toward that area. Many are warned not to venture out into twolegplace as a precautionary measure against the twolegs themselves and their monsters that commonly ride back and forth upon the Thunderpath. Nearby the farm and a bit into the forest lies an abandoned lumberyard, it is here that herbs are stored and picked for the medicine cats to retrieve them; however medicine cats are always adviced to have a patrol of warriors with them due to the threat of rats whom had recently taken residence within.

To the south, there lies a river that leads into a small lake. Sunning Rocks rest nearby of which any cat is free to rest and relax upon the rocks or have the option to fish if they so feel inclined to do so; however adders tend to take up residence within the rocks so precautionary measures are recommended.

In the center of the forest lies the Great Battlefield of which medicine cats can visit to commune with StarClan; it is here where the ground still remains red from the blood that is spilled and on no circumstances other than the occasions that the medicine cat and the new leader are to gain lives is this place to be disturbed.

prey: thrush, dove, sparrow, vole, mole, rabbit, squirrel, shrew, adders (rarely), various fish, wild hare (rarely), turtle (rarely)

beware: fox, badger, bear, owl, twolegs, beavers (rarely)

¤Rules

¤Clan Relationships

¤Adoptables

¤the clan || allegiances

14 || 11 || 1

Leader- Pantherstar | 7 lives | 58 moons | NEBBY.

Deputy- Russetthorn | 23 moons | apprentice: Hollypaw rudyard

Medicine Cat- Willowfang | 89 moons | NEBBY.

Medicine Cat Apprentice- Gorsepaw | 8 moons | tubig .

Warriors (13/unlimited)

Barleytail | 75 moons | apprentice: Beetlepaw NEBBY.

Stormrunner | 58 moons | tubig .

Tawnysky | 54 moons | apprentice: Shrewpaw rudyard

Grassfall | 36 moons | Bunnie

Cedarwish | 36 moons | apprentice: Graypaw NEBBY.

Silverthorn | 30 moons | tubig .

Pastelstorm | 29 moons | CherryBerry

Blueflame | 25 moons | Sesshomaru

Foxcry | 23 moons | rudyard

Wolfflame | 18 moons | Sesshomaru

Poolstorm | 16 moons | apprentice: Rabbitpaw Paleflame

Lionleap | 15 moons | Synonymous

Doeskip | 15 moons | tubig .

Apprentices (5/unlimited)

Hollypaw | 10 moons | NEBBY.

Shrewpaw | 10 moons | NEBBY.

Beetlepaw | 10 moons | rudyard

Graypaw | 9 moons | Synonymous

Rabbitpaw | 8 moons | Bunnie

Queens (1/unlimited)

Tinywing | 54 moons | NEBBY.

Kits (3/unlimited)

Beastkit | 5 moons | Return of the King

Swiftkit | 5 moons | Return of the King

Pinekit | 5 moons | Return of the King

Elders (0/unlimited)

Others (0/unlimited)

¤Form

¤threads

Roleplay

Chatting/Plotting

¤Neighboring Clans

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