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Flicktail nodded, purring in delight at the use of his soon to be leader name. "Yes I am." He answered before flexing his claws. "You probably should. Hm, maybe something like Halfscar or Scarclaw?" He offered, thinking of what he knew of the two-faced tom.

Flicktail started towards the direction of the mountains, parting his jaws to better pick up the scents of his sister and Frost. He paused at some of the last few names, feeling a chill travel down his spine. "Dogscar sounds like you've been mauled by a dog. Though I know of one clanmate that would be terrified of that name." He mused before flexing his claws. "Boneclaw sounds tougher, makes you think of a cat with claws as hard as bones." He added, though the other names were good and had a certain relation to destruction.

((I'm torn between Boneclaw and Crimsontrail. Because Boneclaw sounds tough but Crimsontail sounds like he leaves a trail of blood or something from fighting.))

"Either Boneclaw or Crimsontrail." Flicktail answered, shaking his head. "Definitely not. Though I don't doubt that you've left plenty of cats with scars to remember you by." He mused, perking up as he caught the scent of Fangheart and Froststar on the breeze. "They should be just over this ridge." He hissed lowly, his bent tail flicking even faster with excitement.

((Yeah, that might be a bit graphic and take some imagination. Let's go with Boneclaw.))

Flicktail nodded, creeping up to the top of the ridge before he spotted the two she-cats. He snarled lowly before he raced down and towards Fangheart, startling the cream and white she-cat and pinning her. "Now, Boneclaw! Get Frost!" He ordered harshly, digging his claws into his litter-mate's flanks.

Fangheart had scented her brother but thought little of it, thinking that he was just hunting until she heard him snarl and the heavy sound of his paws thudding against the ground. With a startled yowl, she found herself bowled over and staring up at her brother, collarless, and with a strange tom. "Flicktail... Wh-What happened to your collar? Who is this cat?!" She mewed, eyes wide as she tried to struggle out from under the black and gray tom.

Fangheart attempted to struggle free, yowling for her brother to let her up, only to be released when Flicktail saw that Frost was dead. She stared at Boneclaw and then Frost, dropping into a crouch. "You... You're the cat that mauled Jadeshadow and tried to kill Riverkit and Eclipsekit!" She snarled, lunging forward to attack.

Flicktail glanced back towards Boneclaw but he simply shoved his sister back and raked his claws over her ears. "Hush Fangheart!" He snarled, bristling. "Breathe a single word of this to the rest of the clan and you'll find yourself dead just as fast as Frost!" He threatened, standing beside Boneclaw now. "Frost was attacked and killed by a fox. You just barely got away, while Boneclaw and I arrived and managed to save your life." He stated, glancing at the two-faced tom.

Fangheart simply stared up at the two toms with wide eyes, staying in her defensive crouch before she started snarling. "Don't you dare lay a claw on them!" She spat, her fur bristling even more. She started to crawl backwards though, trying to put distance between the vicious cats. She couldn't threaten them, they had her completely boxed in and knew who to threaten to keep her quiet.

Flicktail smirked, towering over his sister now. "And, we might even force Owlstrike to watch us kill you. Or kill him first." He added before he was satisfied. Nudging Boneclaw, he turned back to the mountains. "I'm sure that she's got the hint. Let's go, Boneclaw." He meowed, his tone no longer harsh, but friendly and gentle in a way.

((I don't mind. I don't think they would either.))

Flickstar paused for a moment before he shrugged. "We'll just say that Frost appointed me leader and I picked you as deputy since Fangheart was too scared to protect her leader from a group of foxes." He answered simply, deciding to go with the story. They'd bring Frost's body back once the ceremony was done. Some predators would likely get a hold of it in the meantime. "I mean, shouldn't the cats that fought so valiantly to save her, take her place, while the cat that did nothing gets demoted?"

Flickstar dipped his head once, padding alongside Boneclaw now. "Of course. Give her the same threat that Fangheart got. The two of them have become rather close friends." He meowed, crinkling his muzzle. Before too long, they arrived at the cave that held the moonstone. "I think this is it." The thin tom mewed, staring into the shadows.

((Plot twist: It's actually a coyote den. Not for real, it's a joke.))

((Yeah, we can just make up cats.))

Flickstar paused for a moment before he shrugged. "It's definitely a lot of power." He agreed, flexing his claws nervously as he stared up at the stone in the dim lighting. "Might be painful. That's a lot of power for one cat to hold." He mused, his tail going still for once.

Flickstar dipped his head, pressing his muzzle to Boneclaw's shoulder before he curled up next to the large stone and pressed his muzzle against the cold stone. Within moments, all he could see was shadows and pale outlines of things, trees and rocks, mostly. Nothing that he thought StarClan would be like. The air felt damp and musty, with a lingering stench of rot nearly covering up the scent of cats.

Flicktail nodded once. "Well, I didn't actually kill her. There's no blood on my paws." He purred mischievously, examining his paws in a laid-back manner before he decided to answer. "I do accept, Brokenstar." He meowed, becoming more serious now.

((Okay, so I thought of something weird but interesting to think about. What if as clan leaders lose their lives, they lose the attribute that came with that life? I dunno, I'm tired and the thought just kinda came to me. Also, maybe Flickstar and Boneclaw could run into a fox or something like that, just to give them injuries and make their story more believable. Or roll in some fox scent.))

Flickstar braced himself for each life, digging his claws into the peaty and mossy ground until he found himself coming to the realm of the living. He lifted his head slowly, flexing his claws before he stood up and slowly stretched each limb. "Well, I am officially clan leader. And you, will officially be my deputy." He meowed, just barely able to make out the outline of Boneclaw's form in the darkness.

(Novice and I actually decided to just continue. We are in main plot territory and we didn't know when you would be back on. I'm sorry. Did you happen to see my announcement earlier? If not can you please PM me if you want your cat(s) to be a hunter, fighter, or a healer?)

(Ok so I'm just gonna post openers for my cats, and I'll see where the chips fall for them. Crowflight is definitely going to have a problem with Flickstar I can already tell lol)

Crowflight stretched leisurely, padding out from the warriors den into the pale, shadowed sunlight which reflected in through the tattered windows of the old twoleg den. His black fur rippled over his muscles smoothly, his frame now well-fed and nicely groomed after a few moons in the Rougeclan camp. He was growing more accustomed to the group- Froststar could have a bit of a temper but she seemed to be a genuinely caring, fair leader. The other warriors were about the same, and the medicine cats who Petalpaw trained under seemed to care for her very well. He did miss his sister sometimes, now that she was so busy with her training, but he knew that it was what made her happy, and thus he tried his best to be supportive of her.

Taking a scratch behind his ear, he noted keenly that his stomach growled at the sight of the somewhat meager fresh-kill pile. With all the excitement associated with Froststar getting her nine lives, it made sense that the camp would be in somewhat of a disarray. Perhaps now would be a good time to see if some cats would want to get together a hunting patrol, he thought to himself. Inwardly, he also hoped that possibly he might see Mune, the loner she-cat from a moon ago. He hadn't really talked to her much since she joined the clan, and the she-cat seemed somewhat distracted at times... perhaps today might be the day that he says something to her.

His head swiveled, surveying the camp. Who seemed to be free for a hunting patrol?

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Petalpaw sighed, breathing in the deep, earthy scents of the medicine den. Three or four piles of leaves and berries were spread out before her, and she sorted meticulously through them, hooking her claws into old, tattered or dried pieces and tossing them into a discard pile to the side. It was somewhat monotonous, but also meditative in the sense that the slow, repetitive motions could easily be done for hours before she would tire. In this time, she could also think and daydream, or try to practice reciting herb uses and locations.

Today, though, she felt somewhat distracted. It had been a moon since the loner queen's death, but the bitter taste of the grief which had laid over the camp was still fresh in her mind. The day had been a turning point for her- a push that she desperately needed to start taking her healing duties more seriously. In this, she had found somewhat of a purpose in the clan, which she enjoyed, but also a nagging sense of duty, like she was never doing enough. Today, while the other medicine cats performed their regular duties, she had offered to organize through their stores and sort out the herbs which needed to be removed and replaced. It was a good way to help, she felt, if no cats were injured for her to tend to.

Still though, it was somewhat lonely.. she wondered blankly if there were any cats who would want to sit with her while she sorted, or perhaps if any other chores needed to be done around camp?