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Post by owlspots on May 19, 2019 9:06:49 GMT -5
STORMCLAN MAIN PAGE || STORMCLAN JOINING PAGE || STORMCLAN PLOT PAGE
THE ROGUES CEDARHEART'S FOLLOWERS Cedarheart (smokey ) - a sleek-furred, fawn-coloured tom with golden yellow eyes. Formerly of StormClan. Harvey (owlspots ) - a broad-shouldered ginger tabby tom with a white chest spot, tail-tip and amber eyes. Milo (smokey ) - a large grey and white tom with dark green eyes. Luna (smokey ) - a fluffy white she-cat with dark amber eyes. Pickle (𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗜𝗘〡𝑟𝑦𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 ) - a lanky, dark grey devon rex she-cat with pointy ears, a dark nose and pale yellow eyes. Odysseus (𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗜𝗘〡𝑟𝑦𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 ) - a large, long-furred tawny tabby tom with green eyes. Iris (owlspots) - a slim, sleek black she-cat with blue eyes.
GHOST'S FOLLOWERS Ghost (SmugGull ) - a black she-cat with strange white spotting and yellow eyes. Beaker (SmugGull ) - a massive reddish-silver tabby tom with orange eyes. Shrike (SmugGull ) - a large silver tabby tom with bright orange eyes. Jay (owlspots ) - a compact grey tabby tom with a white chest, paws and tail-tip and amber eyes. Dapple (Lycaonia ) - a lithe, short-haired black-and-white dappled she-cat with light green eyes. Hawk (smokey ) - a silver tom with black ears, a black stripe above his nose, a white tail and yellow eyes. Moss (smokey ) - a tortoiseshell she-cat with a ginger face spot, chest and paws and yellow eyes.
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Post by owlspots on May 19, 2019 9:07:23 GMT -5
(and we're back in business)
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Post by owlspots on May 19, 2019 9:34:04 GMT -5
(you'll have to ask smuggull ^^)
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Post by SmugGull on May 19, 2019 12:54:45 GMT -5
(Sorry for the confusion!)
Ghost delicately plucked the feathers of the breast of the thrush she'd caught and took a bite. The clan's territory had some of the best prey this side of the mountain. Even the bordering forests were plentiful — but Ghost had caught a glimpse of the clan's camp.
And she wanted it.
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Post by owlspots on May 19, 2019 13:06:46 GMT -5
Harvey kept a watchful eye on Ghost from where he perched on a branch above the mottled she-cat's head, picking at his own meal. He was still rather wary of Ghost, and of her mate Beaker, despite having been with the group for a while now; he had known the pair as long as he had known Cedarheart, but while he actually quite liked the fawn-coloured tom there was something that unnerved him about Ghost and Beaker. He got along fine with their kits, and with Milo and Luna and the others, but he couldn't quite shake the nervous feeling that prickled his pelt whenever Ghost was around, and Beaker honestly intimidated him. He had a sneaking suspicion that Ghost's thoughts were once again focused on the camp where that other group of cats lived - StormClan, if he remembered right. He had been part of the group when Cedarheart had launched the attack on their camp a few moons back, but he had, for lack of better words, chickened out of the fight. Ghost's true intentions were a mystery to him, but he knew for a fact that the mottled she-cat had her eyes on the StormClan camp.
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Post by SmugGull on May 19, 2019 13:18:42 GMT -5
Shrike padded back to their makeshift camp with a pair of mice swinging from his jaws and was immediately met with stares of disapproval from his parents.
"Is that all you found?" Beaker rumbled.
Shrike ducked his head. "There's not much around," he offered weakly. Truth be told, Shrike just wasn't a very good hunter — he was too big, and he stuck out like a sore thumb in the dense forest.
"Isn't there?" Ghost hummed. "Odd." She flicked her tail dismissively. "Try harder next time. You wouldn't want your siblings to go hungry, would you?"
Meowing an assurance that he'd bring back more next time, Shrike beat a hasty retreat over to where Harvey was sitting. "Want one?" he offered, depositing the mice in front of them.
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Post by owlspots on May 19, 2019 13:26:57 GMT -5
Harvey looked up at the sound of Shrike's voice, and he was slightly surprised to see the silver tabby tom stood there with two mice in his jaws. "I'm okay - I've got this, I guess," he mewed, pushing forward the rather pathetic vole at his paws so that Shrike could see. He briefly glanced over Shrike's shoulder at Ghost and Beaker, who were staring at their eldest son with obvious disapproval glinting in their eyes. He frowned, turning his attention back to Shrike. "Pay no mind to them, there's hardly anything out here now that we've properly settled in and they know it as well as any of us, they're just set on giving you a hard time," he assured the silver tom, offering him a friendly smile, "and if it makes you feel any better, this is all I caught today." He looked down at the vole again and laughed, his whiskers twitching with mirth.
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Post by SmugGull on May 19, 2019 13:58:31 GMT -5
Shrike's purr was strained. "Maybe, but you don't have siblings to feed." He glanced around the clearing in search of his mother's younger litter. They could hunt for themselves, technically, but Shrike didn't trust Ghost and Beaker to pet them.
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Post by owlspots on May 19, 2019 14:46:43 GMT -5
"I think Jay's the only one out of those four who could use a helping paw," Harvey joked, curling his tail around his paws as he smiled at Shrike, "I don't think he's moved from that spot all day." Of course, the sturdy grey tabby tom was where he always was: sunning himself on top of a flat rock a little way's away from the pair of them, eyes closed and legs splayed out. "Y'know, I think I had siblings once," he mewed, glancing up at the sky briefly. He sometimes had dreams about a warm nest, and the comfort of his mother's presence; sometimes he could feel smaller bodies curled around him, small things in varying shades of orange much like himself. "Tell you what, you ever need to go hunting again, give me a shout and I'll sneak out and join you. You bring whatever I catch back as well as whatever you catch and say you caught it all, then those grumpy old farts won't be able to say jack."
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Post by owlspots on May 19, 2019 16:08:13 GMT -5
Harvey glanced upwards at the sound of pawsteps above his head, and spotted Cedarheart pacing a tree branch a way's above his head. He watched as the fawn-coloured tom climbed down the tree to join them, and offered him a small smile and a wave of his tail. He chose not to say anything, in case Cedarheart wasn't in the mood for conversation; he didn't want to strike a nerve with the other tom, as he actually liked Cedarheart a lot. Sometimes it seemed to Harvey that he was the only one who knew that Cedarheart had not approved of the attack on StormClan, and he was aware of the fact that the fawn tom had a family in the Clan that he had lost as a result of the battle. In a way, he felt sympathy towards Cedarheart - he believed that he was a good cat at heart.
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Post by SmugGull on May 19, 2019 17:48:47 GMT -5
Ghost looked over at Cedarheart. The fawn tom, formerly a member of the clan who held sway over the territory, had just come down from the trees.
"Cedarheart," she called, her voice laced with warmth and a little bit of sympathy. She pushed the thrush slightly in his direction. "Have you had a chance to eat yet?"
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Post by SmugGull on May 19, 2019 20:23:29 GMT -5
"The hunting could be better," Ghost admitted, "but we're all eating." Her whiskers twitched as Cedarheart downed the thrush. "Some of more than others, apparently," she added, the barest hint of judgement seeping through.
"This area isn't as plentiful as StormClan's hunting grounds," she went on, glancing at Cedarheart. "You had family in StormClan, did you not? You must miss them."
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Post by smokey on May 19, 2019 20:32:14 GMT -5
At the mention of his family, Cedarheart paused. Redwing's face flashed in his mind and his ears instinctively flattened. Trying to brush it off, the tom went to work grooming himself, starting with cleaning the thrush remains from his muzzle. He shrugged, averting his gaze. "That's all in the past," he stated simply. Although the words came out nonchalant, he felt a pang in his chest. When he has been exiled, he had just found out that Redwing was expecting his kits. It had been a shock to him, and finding out had caused him to second guess his decision to help the rogues. There's nothing I can do about it now, though, he thought bitterly. "My home is here now. I'll make a new family."
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Post by SmugGull on May 19, 2019 20:56:15 GMT -5
Ghost purred. "Of course. You're always welcome with us, Cedarheart."
Beaker, who had been lurking in the background thus far, stepped forward. "There's a pond nearby," he suggested. "Might find some fish there. Or frogs." He glanced at Cedarheart. "Want to come?"
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Post by SmugGull on May 19, 2019 20:57:35 GMT -5
Shrike looked over as Moss sprang up the tree, waving his tail in greeting. He worried about Moss, constantly - she was a spitfire in all the worst ways, always stirring up trouble with their parents, and he was worried that one day it would come back to bite her.
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Post by SmugGull on May 24, 2019 7:45:49 GMT -5
"Of course," Beaker said, as if there was no other option (because, as far as he was concerned, there wasn't; this wasn't Cedarheart's group). He brushed past Cedarheart as he led the way into the forest, down the thin, overgrown path that led to the pond.
The pond, once they arrived, wasn't terribly impressive. It wasn't very deep, but the occasional flash of scales could be seen in the murky water, and the occasional croak of frog echoed between the trees. It was about as good as hunting in this area got.
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Post by owlspots on May 26, 2019 6:58:05 GMT -5
Harvey had watched Cedarheart and Beaker leave. He was not particularly one for fishing - or eating fish, actually, as he found they tasted rather awful - so he remained silent. On more than one occasion he too had been challenged on how little he brought back to the camp, but it was simply a matter of him being a poor hunter; he had, after all, been a kittypet for most of his life. He glanced over at Shrike, who had his eyes trained on Moss where the tortoiseshell perched in a tree nearby, then over at Ghost who was still milling about the camp. Iris, Luna, Odysseus, Pickle, Milo and Jay were all still in the camp with them, so he didn't feel as unnerved as he might have done if there had been less cats between him and the scariest cat he knew.
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Post by SmugGull on Jun 10, 2019 0:23:05 GMT -5
(GAH okay so it's been a small eternity since I posted anything -)
Beaker rumbled wordlessly as Hawk emerged from the forest, carrying his catches for the day. It wasn't, bad, but... "Did you catch anything else?" he asked. "There's plenty of hungry bellies back at camp. Including your siblings," he added.
He flicked an approving ear at Hawk's offer to help. "Extra paws are always welcome," he agreed. "Take the other side of the pond."
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