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Post by Avalon on Sept 22, 2018 12:05:35 GMT -5
|| Rising Embers || Main Page
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||Brookclan|| This kind clan will lend a helping paw to those who need it, but when their clan is threatened, they will be vicious in protecting each other. They feel a strong loyalty toward each other, but will not hesitate to shed blood. Leader: 𝓦𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼-Clearstar -Tom
Deputy: Avalon-Frostprint-Tom Medicine Cats: Avalon-Cloverspring-Tom Alchemist - Plumpaw - Tom
Warriors: Avalon-Duskwing-Shecat Alchemist - Brackenblaze - She-cat
Apprentices: Avalon-Sunpaw-Tom Queens: Elders: _______________________________________________________________________
||Moonclan|| This clan is powered by pure, warrior blood. Valuing strength and pure blood, they believe themselves to be better than others. They almost always will refuse to take in rogues or kittypets into their clan. Leader: Alchemist - Oakstar - She-cat
Deputy: Medicine Cat: Warriors: achipotleburrito - Lightstep - Tom
Apprentices: Avalon-Featherpaw-Shecat Queens: achipotleburrito - Elkheart - Shecat
Elders: _______________________________________________________________________
||Aspenclan|| These battle-hungry expansionists start training at five moons old and will do what it takes to rise in power. They will take in any cat in order to grow their numbers and are never satisfied with how much they have. Leader: Hawkeyes2581-Badgerstar -Male
Deputy: Medicine Cat: Warriors: Avalon-Firestep-Tom Avalon-Silverlight-Shecat Apprentices: achipotleburrito - Crowpaw - Tom Avalon - Birdpaw - Shecat Queens: Elders:
_______________________________________________________________________ ||Rogues|| -- ||Kittypets|| achipotleburrito - rogue - Apollo - soon to be father achipotleburrito - rogue - Athena - soon to be mother_______________________________________________________________________||Map|| _______________________________________________________________________
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Post by Avalon on Sept 22, 2018 12:17:26 GMT -5
Sunpaw padded out of the apprentice's den and paused in the warn, morning sunlight. He arched his back in a stretch and yawned. The young tom looked around as cats cats were waking up and the dawn patrol was coming back. He noticed Frostprint padding out to meet them and couldn't help but take note of the worried look on his muzzle. The apprentice padded closer in order to listen in on what they were saying. -- Silverlight padded through the forest, mouth slightly open and ears perked as she tried to find prey. Out from the brush a little bird popped out and scuttled around the floor looking for seed. The she-cat stopped and crouched, silently stalking her prey. When she was just close enough, she pounced, catching the bird with outstretched claws, and swiftly put and end to its life with a sharp bite to its neck. She scraped dirt and leaves over it for when she would come back and continued her hunt. -- Featherpaw waited in the soft sunlight with her tail wrapped over her paws for her mentor. Her pelt was neatly groomed and she was ready and eager to start the day's training.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Sept 22, 2018 14:59:21 GMT -5
UnsightlyHeretic831 - Brookclan -Clearstar -Tom
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Post by achipotleburrito on Sept 22, 2018 19:50:59 GMT -5
achipotleburrito - moonclan - Lightstep - Tom (I didn't see anyone planning on becoming Featherpaw's mentor, so is i'll take it ) Lightstep lay in the Moonclan warrior den. He and the other warriors had been on a late night patrol for most of the night. He was tired. "No. I don't wanna get up yet." The gray cat whined as the sun filtered in through the hollow entrance of the mud-walled den. After a couple of moment of avoiding the inevitable, Lightstep pulled up his tired body and padded out of the warrior den. He sniffed the air before sitting down on the dirt and licking his back leg. Lightstep was an ash gray tom with fluffy fur that encircled his head like a mane. He had bright yellow eyes and a pink nose. His left hind leg's foot was covered in white fur as well as a tiny dot on the tip of his nose. /I wonder what featherpaw paw is up to./ He wondered, getting up to go find her.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 22, 2018 23:06:53 GMT -5
Hawkeyes2581-Aspenclan-Badgerstar -Male
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Post by Avalon on Sept 22, 2018 23:53:30 GMT -5
Featherpaw watched in amusement as her mentor trudged out of the warriors den. She waited until he looked more awake before trotting over to meet him, tail high and ears up. "Morning Lightstep. How was the moonhigh patrol?" She asked curiously. She'd fallen asleep and missed the opportunity to go last night, so she was dying to hear the details.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 22, 2018 23:54:41 GMT -5
Badgerstar flicked his tail as he wandered through the forest. Aspenclan had lots of land but the tom couldn't help but wanting more. He flicked his tail as he thought about the lands beyond the forest.
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Post by Avalon on Sept 23, 2018 0:03:13 GMT -5
Silverlight stalked through the forest and caught scent of her leader. She wasn't surprised that he'd be out. The warrior decided to head out and meet the tom; it wasn't long before he was in sight and she was approaching him. "Hello Badgerstar," she greeted casually.
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Post by Alchemist on Sept 23, 2018 2:31:12 GMT -5
Alchemist - Moonclan - Oakstar - She-cat Alchemist - Brookclan - Plumpaw - Tom (Med cat apprentice) Alchemist - Brookclan - Brackenblaze - She-cat
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Plumpaw | Brookclan Medicine Cat Den | Cloverspring / Open
Plumpaw stretches his long white legs out and yawns, purring as he soaks in the sunlight. He crinkles his black nose as the strong scent of tansy overwhelms him- he opens cloudy eyes and sees that he had somehow rolled his muzzle right into one of the herb piles he had meticulously organized the previous night. He glances over at his snoozing mentor worriedly before rushing to fix the spilled flowers, sighing exasperatedly at himself as he does so. In his rush, he fails to notice the leaves spattered in his white-and-honey fur.
Oakstar | Moonclan Camp | Lightstep / Featherpaw
Oakstar narrows her eyes as she sees a warrior sleepily trudge of of the den; she had gone with them on the moonhigh patrol, and knew he shouldn't be up already. She's a violent and harsh leader, but not a cruel one. And she's most certainly logical. Hopping down, she coolly approaches Lightstep and Featherpaw, wearing her trademark frosty blue stare that looks so odd against her dark brown tabby pelt. "Greetings, my warriors."
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Post by Avalon on Sept 23, 2018 9:03:33 GMT -5
Cloverspring was awoken by the sound of scrambling paws and slowly opened his eyes to find Plumppaw frantic. The tom easily came to his own conclusions about what happened and sat up. "Next time you try hide something you did, you might want to check that the evidence isn't on your pelt," he chuckled. The tom stood up and gingerly picked a marigold flower off the ground and put it in its place. "Careful not to crush anything," he warned after a moment.
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Post by Avalon on Sept 23, 2018 9:11:10 GMT -5
Featherpaw turned her attention over to Oakstar a little sheepishly. "How are you, Oakstar?" She asked. I hope she's not upset that I wasn't on the patrol last night! Her high tail had faltered down a bit and her ears weren't so perked. It wasn't like she didn't like the leader, in fact, she adored Oakstar. On the contrary, she was -if nothing else- ashamed that she hadn't done more for her clan and was afraid that leader might be disappointed in her.
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Post by Alchemist on Sept 23, 2018 12:20:01 GMT -5
He scuffs the ground sheepishly, his ears growing hot. "Sorry, Cloverspring! I, uh, kept waking up, so I guess I was a pretty restless sleeper last night..." He smiles at his mentor before hopping up daintily, checking the pads of his paws for any more herbs before ruffling his fur out. "I'm glad I woke up early, so I can fix this!" I really need to start performing better... I'm a new apprentice, and Cloverspring is so patient with me! Admiration for his mentor shines in his eyes for a moment, but then, his stomach grumbles. "Oh... um, can I go get us something from the fresh-kill pile first?"
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Post by Avalon on Sept 23, 2018 12:53:17 GMT -5
Cloverspring watched as Plumpaw spoke. His whiskers twitched in amusement; it was an odd, happy thing to have an apprentice. "It's alright. Go ahead, -and bring me something when you come back. I'll help you clean this up." He allowed his apprentice.
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Post by Alchemist on Sept 23, 2018 12:54:52 GMT -5
"I'm doing well," she says, her deep voice rich with admiration. She can tell that the young apprentice is embarrassed about having not done the moonhigh patrol she was assigned to, but Oakstar is all about growth. As long as she sees what she could have done better, this patrol will make up for her missing the last one. "I can smell the forest lush with prey. We can hunt on our way to renew the Aspenclan border markings." Her claws flex out of habit when she says Aspenclan- she still hasn't forgotten a small border skirmish that broke out four moons ago between them.
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Post by Alchemist on Sept 23, 2018 12:59:31 GMT -5
Plumpaw purrs and dips his head, the excited waving of his tail giving off his appreciation. He trots out of the den, streching his muscles in the warm sunlight filtering in through the canopy of birch leaves, before heading to the fresh kill pile and pulling out a vole by its tail. He returns to the den almost completely cleaned up, and drops the fat rodent in front of Cloverspring and rushes to get the rest swept back into the storage concave in the brambles. "I hope those frisky kits don't come back today with another thorn," he purrs with amusement, reminded of the serial offenders by a bramble poking into his nose.
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Post by achipotleburrito on Sept 23, 2018 13:26:17 GMT -5
Lightstep shrugged. However cats do that. "I was just about to ask Featherpaw the exact same thing!"
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Post by Avalon on Sept 23, 2018 13:48:13 GMT -5
Featherpaw perked up at Oakstar's proposition. This is my chance to redeem myself. She thought strongly. She was not going to disappoint her mentor and leader on this patrol. "I would love to go on patrol with both of you," she replied happily.
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Post by achipotleburrito on Sept 23, 2018 13:48:20 GMT -5
achipotleburrito - Aspenclan - Crowpaw - Tom
Crowpaw had been restless since last night when he and his fellow apprentices snuck out into Moonclan territory and totally scared the high moon patrol. They made themselves all big and scary to try and start a fight between the cats. What Crowpaw would never admit is that when one warrior came up and snarled at the apprentices, they went running. He sat outside the warrior den, grooming his paws and waiting for his mentor. Crowpaw was a white cat with black mittens and a couple of black spots across his body. One covered just under half of his face, one was near the tip of his tail, and one was on the back of his ear. His green eyes were piercing with eccentricity and excitement. Although Crowpaw loved to mess around, he did enjoy the daily duties of an apprentice.
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Post by Avalon on Sept 23, 2018 13:52:59 GMT -5
Cloverspring watched his apprentice disappear out of the den and got to quick work of cleaning the place up. There were still some herbs scattered along the ground when Plumpaw trotted back in with a plump vole. He let Plumpaw take over and got to work on the vole. "As long as the river still flows, kits will continue to find trouble," he mewed between bites.
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Post by Alchemist on Sept 23, 2018 14:00:03 GMT -5
She nods in acknowledgement towards her clanmates, flicking her tail in amusement at their enthusiasm. Oakstar is an older leader, reigning at 64 moons old, and when she had been an apprentice her clan was chaos; it had almost crumbled apart due to every cat fighting each other tooth and claw to prove their dominance. She's very glad it's not like that anymore, but part of her worries her battle-hardy clan is getting soft. I should begin overseeing battle training, she decides as she pads out of camp, Featherpaw and Lightstep in tow. "Where do the two of you think we should begin?" she asks calmly, assessing their knowledge.
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Post by Alchemist on Sept 23, 2018 14:03:27 GMT -5
He chuckles fondly, nestling down across from his mentor and finishing off what was left of the vole. "One of the age-old duties of a medicine cat... pulling thorns out of kits." He sounds sarcastic, but in reality he's appreciative; it's much better than having to tend to a clan after a bloody battle. Not that that's bad, of course, but he'd rather there be no fights in the first place! Oh Starclan, I've gone and frustrated myself! "Um... we're low on poppy seeds and oak leaves."
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Post by Avalon on Sept 23, 2018 14:07:13 GMT -5
Featherpaw took a moment to think as she padded after her leader. "Why don't we head to the marsh? Aspenclan's been frequent on that border and there should be a decent amount of prey this time of day," she suggested thoughtfully. Her whisker's twitched at the thought of another Aspenclan skirmish. Those foxhearts thought that taking in so many cats would be intimidating, but really they were just tainting their blood and lowering their standards. Of course, that was her outside, biased opinion, but it was one she shared with many of her Moonclan peers.
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Post by Avalon on Sept 23, 2018 14:16:33 GMT -5
Cloverspring licked his paw and ran in over his muzzle. "Yes, the act is almost a tradition its been practiced so many times," he agreed, whisker's twitching in amusement. He then noticed a slight body position change in Plumpaw and the switch of topics. "Of course; we should also check on the watermint growth." He'd been frequently checking on those herbs and prying away the pesky bugs that ate it.
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Post by Avalon on Sept 23, 2018 14:35:42 GMT -5
Birdpaw padded over to Crowpaw and dropped down two plump mice for herself and her brother. She began digging into her mouse. Between mouthfuls she mewed, "Moonhigh was fun. We totally got on those mousebrained Moonclan cats' nerves." She flicked her tail-tip in amusement.
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Post by achipotleburrito on Sept 23, 2018 14:47:19 GMT -5
Crowpaw looked down at the mouse and then glared at Birdpaw. "Can you, like, be any louder? I didn't know you wanted to tell every single rogue in their forest about our late night escapades." He hissed. Neither of the siblings were very good at volume control, but Crowpaw thought he was way better at it than his sister.
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Post by Avalon on Sept 23, 2018 14:52:26 GMT -5
Birdpaw rolled her eyes. "Stop being so uptight. We should be boasting about it. I'm sure Badgerstar would be impressed," she commented teasingly. The she-cat took another bite of her mouse, letting the flavors wash over her tongue. She crunched the bones and added, "I wish we were warriors already. Then, maybe, we could lead or be part of a real attack patrol."
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Post by achipotleburrito on Sept 23, 2018 14:58:01 GMT -5
Lightstep meandered behind the two as they began padding toward the marsh. He looked around and sniffed in the sweet smell honeysuckle carried carried by the warm summer breeze. He smelled smoke coming from the two-leg place as well. Typical. Lightstep never seemed to be in a rush. That may have been caused by his signature moonclan confidence. "Did you guys see the ducks? They started flying back flying back two suns ago." He pointed up with his nose to a group of ducks flying in a 'V' formation. Lightstep didn't know what a 'V' was though, so he called it a pine cone formation. Lightstep was always going around naming stuff that didn't have a name. He really was.
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Post by achipotleburrito on Sept 23, 2018 15:18:12 GMT -5
Crowpaw rolled his eyes. "You're gonna get us killed one day." He took a nibble of the mouse. It was good.
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Post by Avalon on Sept 23, 2018 15:23:26 GMT -5
Birdpaw finished up her mouse quickly and looked over to see her brother had barely taken two bites of his food. "You're so slow!" she whined. "Silverlight is probably off hunting or something, Let's go play or something."
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