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    Asphodel looked to Falseaccusations, and felt his heart lurch. He was never a ornery slave, but would have to be extra careful. Dragging his attention back to Royalpaw, the golden tom began to follow her into the forest, his senses hardly alert enough to detect the oncoming storm.


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    Asphy glanced at Royalpaw several times, beginning to have to fight against the wind. "Maybe we should return to camp." He said in a raised tone, ears flattened and caws unsheathed to keep himself to the ground. Asphodel wasn't much for storms, in fact the growing severity of this particular one was making his stomach churn uncomfortably.



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    Asphodel's brows furrowed a bit at Royalpaw's offer. "I'll just follow you." He called, hoping she wouldn't insist on it and he would have to get so close to her.



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    Asphodel quickly followed, silently panicking as he pushed towards camp.


    low muse atm.



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    The golden tom shot Royalpaw an apologetic glance as her pure voice invaded his thoughts. quickly, Asphodel dashed into the Surgeon's building with the rest of his clanmates, his pelt soaked with rain and ears flat against his skull. It didn't take long for him to recognize the order of the Bright heart cats once he was inside and settled down beside Garyoak. He returned to his usual self as he lifelessly stared at his paws, gaze lowered.



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    username tea.
    activity 10/10.
    muse 7/10.


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    name Stag that Watches Carefully.
    epithet Stag.
    gender male.
    age 16 moons.
    rank Prey-hunter.


    appearance Stag is a fairly large tabby tom, his pelt light brown with darker brown bands all down his sides and legs. He has several dilute white spots on his chest, maw, and underside. His irises are a vibrant amber. The tom is almost abnormally large for his age, but he still holds a lithe weight and is very skillful at the art of hunting.
    personality Stag that Watches Carefully is all about compassion, looking out for his tribemates always. He ensures that his apprentices are trained thoroughly and are prepared for the path of a fellow prey-hunter. He is, unfortunately, known to be too clingy with cats that he enjoys the company of, and this often results in a broken friendship and disappointment.

    apprentice Mist?
    relations npc family. will grow crush on Mist where Mountain Hides.


    history Stag that Watches Carefully was born into the tribe. He lived a problem-free life with his mother and two sisters, though was the only one in the family who showed potential as a prey hunter with his quick reflexes and uncanny speed. His father died while he was a kit.


    other Setting sun.
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    name Gossamer of Small Spiders.
    epithet Gossamer or Spider.
    gender female.
    age 49 moons.
    rank Elder.


    appearance Spider is a thin and dainty she-cat, no longer showing the characteristics that proved her a cave-guard when she was young. She has heterochromic eyes, the right being olive green and the left light blue. Her pelt is made of thin pale brown fur, a white underside and dark stripes on the tops of her legs. Her tail is slender and dark brown. When she was an apprentice she broke her right ankle. It has since then healed, but goes a bit queer and cannot hold much height.
    personality Gossamer is very quiet. She isn't grumpy at all, but just finds speaking to drain much of her energy. She faintly enjoys company every now and then, but prefers to keep to herself. The favorite thing of the elder to do is stargaze, which is one of the few things that still brings a smile to her maw.

    relations npc family.


    history Gossamer of Small Spiders was also born into the clan. She was an only kitten and was very ornery as a young one. She resented her strict parents and could always be found wandering through the territory without permission. Her reckless behavior finally caught up to her when she fell into a small gorge and broke her ankle. Nobody in camp knew of Gossamer's whereabouts, so she had to drag herself back to camp. It was very traumatizing experience for the apprentice, and taught her a lesson.


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    Asphodel flexed his claws a bit as he gawked at them, suddenly uninterested in the storm and whereabouts of his clanmates.



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    Asphodel lifted his head as the storm began to pass over and things were calming down outside. His ears slowly grew erect again as he watched Royalpaw dash from the shelter. "Is everyone okay out there?" He asked to no one in particular, his paws itching to run from the Suregon's building and see. Though the tom knew better than to step out of his place.



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    username tea.
    activity 10/10.
    muse 7/10.



    name Weaselstep.
    gender male.
    age 27 moons.
    rank Medicine cat.


    appearance Weaselstep is a tom, slightly smaller than other cats his age though he has an abnormally long neck. His pelt is soft and dense and is only of brown tabby coloration. The tom's eyes are large with a rich olive hue and can give Weaselstep's emotions away instantly.
    personality Weaselstep is pretty shy and a total introvert. He's okay with talking to his clanmates, but just doesn't like being put on the spot or acting like a superior. Weaselstep enjoys the presence of kits. He is new to his role as medicine cat but has a passion for healing so is coming along nicely.


    relations npc family.


    history Weaselstep was born into the clan and always had interest in healing. He never snuck out of camp, or played with his food, or ever even batted at his siblings. Instead Weasel took to stargazing, catching insects and popping into the medicine den. He eagerly took up medicine cat apprenticeship and learned quickly. When his mentor died of natural causes, Weaselstep was barely phased and forced himself to be just as a good a healer as the previous one.


    other Frosty.


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    username tea.
    activity 10/10.
    muse 7/10.


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    name Sorrel.
    gender female.
    age 19 moons.
    rank Chaser.
    plots i literally cannot make plots, especially with only two cats in the clan so far.


    appearance Sorrel is a nimble, mottled she-cat. Even as a kitten her frame was thin, promising the lanky hunter she's become today. All along her body is a mixture of black and orange mottled fur. Her face is slightly broad while she has a square muzzle and erect, fuzzy ears. Sorrel's irises are amber with a green gradient near her pupil.
    personality Sorrel doesn't have many perks to her personality; she's just a regular she-cat. Sorrel puts her clan first before all else and ensures that no cats go hungry. Sorrel does like to keep friendship's with her clanmates, though hasn't found any yearned-for chemistry.


    relations npc family. developing crush on Hail.


    roleplay sample Ebonystep paced out of camp, deciding to go on a solo hunt. She preferred to hunt in a lonesome manner, as there were no distractions of other felines. Gaping her jaws to scent the air, the warrior detected a light tinge of a thrush that flew in, but figured that the bird had already left that part of the forest, and pushed on. Freezing in her tracks, Ebonystep ducked her head close the damp earth and scented once more. The pungent aroma of a field mouse was strong, and the rodent couldn't be far from the zone of detection. Narrowing her irises into yellow slits, the black she-cat glanced around the scenery of the quiet forest. There was no movement. Not even a single heartbeat that let her know that her target remained. Just as she exhaled silently in annoyance, the small mouse poked its head out from where it hid behind a decaying pile of leaves. It seemed that Ebonystep's presence had not yet been brought to its attention. Lowering to the ground ever so slowly, the deputy began to creep forward, holding her paws even in mid-air if the mouse glanced in her direction. Without another moment's hesitation, Ebonystep lunged forward, blocking off either side of the mouse with her paws and swiftly grasping it in her maw, crushing down on the creature to kill it quickly. Feeling quite pleased with her catch, the she-cat turned tail and headed towards camp once more, allowing the mouse to dangle from her jaws as she clutched its scaly tail.


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    Asphodel could hardly hear what was happening outside from inside of the Surgeon's building, and the suspense was killing him. Eagerly, the golden tom stood and slunk from his place at the back of the building and began peering out from the opening. It looked like False had a nasty scratch over his eye--hah! Served that rude bloke right. Asphodel's gaze averted to the rest of the she-cats, but no body seemed severely injured.



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