⚡️LightningClan: The Fierce and Agile ⚡️Open for Joining!

{ can we rppppp lol }

{ I have Sablepaw available!
Or if you wanted to we could have Featherwisp maybe start like teasing Hailclaw a bit by stalking him or something and he catches her scent which she does on purpose but then just to see how he reacts? Or we could even roleplay them seeing eachother ? }

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(Sure! And hello there Hawk!!)

Hailclaw slithered out of the Warrior’s Den, his eyes barely open and fur sticking up every which way. The brisk leaf bare air quickly stripped the warmth from his fur and the tom grumbled, wishing he had never gotten up from his nap in his warm nest. With a few licks to his fur and a quick shake, Hailclaw was wide awake and already heading towards the camp entrance. He didn’t even glance to the fresh-kill pile, knowing they could always use more prey in the cold season. The warrior silently trotted through the woods, his head and tail low to the ground but eyes and ears alert for any sign of prey.

Feather had finally decided that the time was now, if she didn’t cross the border now, she never would. The thought of seeing Hailclaw again made her pulse pick up immensely, and her mouth dried with anticipation. She took a deep breath and placed her paw over the border, her pelt prickling.

Feather was surprised to find that finding Hailclaw wasn’t as difficult as she presumed it would be. His scent wafted over her moments after she stepped over the border. It made her breath catch in her throat, it was a heartwarming scent to her. Comforting, and the urge to run to him and rub against him was overwhelming. Instead, she crouched low, stalking silently. She watched as the rabbit flew past her, but her gaze never left the Tom. Her time in the twoleg place had made her stalking much better, and she was a ghost on the forest floor as her paws were muted. She made sure to keep her scent downwind from him, not yet wanting him to notice her. Did she want him to notice her at all? He seemed to be doing well, and she didn’t know how she felt about that.
Of course, she was happy that he didn’t seem to be suffering, but part of her wondered... had he missed her at all? The thought of him moving on made her heart wrench. If that were the case, she’d come all the way back for him and he would want nothing to do with her.
She watched as he made a swift kill to the raven, a thrill of adrenaline and joy for his swift kill running through her. She silently repositioned herself, the wind catching her fur and gently blowing towards him. Before it could catch up to him, she moved once again, finding a small patch of soggy moss to settle in so her scent would be lost before bolting away to where he wouldn’t see her.

After a few gratifying moments of eyeing his catch, Hailclaw picked up the raven and turned to the direction of the LightningClan camp. His front right paw lifted to take his first step when the most familiar, comforting scent reached passed the smell of the still-warm bird in his jaws and to his nose. The bird almost fell out of Hailclaw’s mouth as he realized what, or rather who, the scent belonged to. It was so faint, yet triggered the strongest emotional reaction he had felt in moons.
Placing the raven down onto the ground slowly, Hailclaw watched the trees around him for any movement, his eyes incredibly wide. His throat was tight and he felt as if he couldn’t breath, but he managed a feeble attempt of calling out the name, “Featherwisp?” His legs felt as if they couldn’t support his weight, his vision was hazy, his tail tucked between his legs.
The moons of him weeping and loathing himself because of Featherwisp’s taking, the terrible feelings of guilt and sadness crashed onto him. Now that he had finally found Owlswoop allowed him to suppress these emotions and memories. But now this faintest scent in the air caused him to lapse. Although it was forever ago, the moment Featherwisp was taken and Hailclaw chasing after the terrible monster that swallowed her was still vibrant and clear as the day it occurred.
His eyes suddenly became focused, his ears angled to the woods, the fur along his back rising, and his teeth showed themselves. It couldn’t be Featherwisp. There was no way. Whatever this was, was just his imagination. It had to just be a rogue that wondered into LightningClan territory. Featherwisp is gone and he would never see her again. “Who’s there?” Hailclaw finally hissed, his tone strikingly different from his earlier mutter.

repost for Blizz :3)

(That’s ok, i could always freeze and save where we left off, and duplicate my cat but I got Smokenose open)

(Lurks)

Cloverstripes looked up at the sky and closed her eyes. She allowed the wind to blows against her face. A part of her wished the wind could wips her away. To blow away her worries and mistakes.

Cloverstripes slowly opened her eyes and lets out a small yawn. She noticed Smokenose and walked over to him. "Hello there, are you looking for something?"

Anubis wandered the forest. His littermates had kicked him out after he stank up the den too badly. It wasn't his fault their twolegs kept bringing them the toys, though. They probably thought it would keep them out of trouble. Too bad his sisters didn't seem as keen to play with them as much as Anubis does. He hummed a merry tune he'd learned from the talking box as he walked. He has yet to encounter any of these 'clan cats'. Aside from the ones who came to them that is.