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Wolfstorm / Deputy / BluffClan / HeathClan Border / with Silentstar > Feathersoul, Tinykit, Lynxkit (♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥)
Wolfstorm saw the sense in Silentstar's logic. The Clan needed them to hold them together, and Silentstar had other things to deal with. Nevertheless, he stayed with his leader as she called out to Jackdawstar, requesting sanctuary for their Clan. The wait for the other leader's response was tense, until finally, Jackdawstar gave his permission. He released a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He swept his tail commandingly to the Clan, urging them to follow the two leaders, then glanced back at Silentstar. It was clear she had things to discuss in private with the HeathClan leader.

He dropped back to his own family, giving Tinykit a rough lick on the top of the head. "You gave us quite the scare, little one." He murmured, exchanging a glance with Feathersoul. "That's Jackdawstar, the leader of HeathClan, and his sister Spiderwatcher. You'd have met them on your first Gathering as an apprentice, but I suppose this is an early introduction." His breath caught on the word 'apprentice', which had always been tough to use around his son. Tinykit was so spirited, so brave and eager, but could his body really keep up with his drive? It was something he worried about every time he thought of it. Thankfully, Lynxkit promptly piped up, "I-I wasn't scared at all! I would have shredded those stinky twolegs!" Wolfstorm let out a purr of amusement, batting his daughter's cheek with his tail. "I know, my little Lynx." He purred indulgently, heart swelling at the bravery of his children. He pressed close to Feathersoul as he watched the two of them. "We didn't lose him." He murmured softly, twining his tail with the brown molly. "We never will." 

As the Clan began to move, he turned to the two kits. Tinykit would no doubt need to be carried. He had taken a fall, and he didn't want the young tom exerting himself until Birdscreech had gotten a chance to look at him. However, Lynxkit seemed less than happy with the prospect. "I can walk just fine!" Came the mutinous response. Wolfstorm sighed. He had wanted to carry both kits, so Tinykit wouldn't be left out, but his feisty daughter clearly wasn't making that an option. "Fine, will you behave and walk beside me?" He asked sternly with an eyebrow raised, to which the tortoiseshell molly nodded vigorously. "Fine." He relented, leaning over to pick up Tinykit. "It's just until Birdscreech gets a look at you, since you took a fall." He reassured Tinykit.

Lynxkit / Kit / BluffClan / HeathClan Border / with Feathersoul, Wolfstorm, Tinykit (♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥)
Lynxkit purred loudly as she was finally reunited with her little brother, pressing her muzzle along his side. "You should worry about yourself! It's a good thing everyone got you out!" She mewed fiercely, though her tone was only sharp because she had been worried about him. Tinykit was probably Lynxkit's favorite cat, and just as he looked out for her, she would always look out for him. Her eyes were full of sympathy as she lapped her tongue along his brown fur, washing the twoleg scent out of it. "You were very brave trying to fight him off." She added as she did so. She knew that the incident may have been a blow to her brother's pride, and being the responsible littermate she was, she took it upon herself to cheer him up.

Streamfrost / Warrior / BluffClan / HeathClan Border / with Shadedspeck (♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥)
As the Clan began to move once more, Streamfrost couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Shadedspeck. The tom was clearly struggling, both from the exertion of the escape to he unfamiliar territory. She was thankful she was still young. She couldn't imagine such a perilous journey at his age. It was clear he wanted nothing more than to rest, but they had to move again. She rested her tail on his shoulder once more. "It's alright, Shadedspeck. You don't worry about a thing. I'll guide you all the way to HeathClan, and then I'll find you a nice warm nest. You just take it easy." She mewed reassuringly as they began the crossing of the border.

Beetleflight / Elder / BluffClan / HeathClan Border / with Rushingfire (♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥)
As he finally had a second to relax, Beetleflight assessed himself quickly. He was rattled and weary, but uninjured. He didn't feel anything particularly off. His breathing slowly eased. "I'm okay, Rushingfire." He blinked at the tom in a friendly manner. "Those are just the breaths of a scrawny old timer." He let out a purr, which evaporated into a cough. He shook it off quickly. "Just a few scratches and scrapes. Get me to HeathClan and I'll be asleep faster than a hedgehog." He promised wryly with a shake of his whitened muzzle. The sight of movement around them signaled the end of his rest, and he let out a soft, weary groan. Nevertheless, he shook out his pelt and slowly rose to his paws, muscles screaming in protest.

Blizzardpaw / Apprentice / BluffClan / HeathClan Border / with Cloudpaw (Tealraven) > Seapaw (aether), Falconpaw
Blizzardpaw's sides heaved as they finally rejoined the Clan, but he was safe, and so was Cloudpaw. Their Clan was okay. That was all that mattered. As he caught his breath, he rested his tail tip on his brother's shoulder, trying to reassure him. They were all rattled, but they were alive and unhurt. He saw Hornetpaw bound over to join them, and his eyes brightened as he saw Seapaw and Falconpaw close by. Nodding a greeting to Hornetpaw, he padded over to the two sisters, just in time to hear the end of their conversation. "You don't need to be scared, Seapaw. I'll protect you. Just like in the camp" He mewed, puffing out his chest in a stature he decided was heroic. 

Falconpaw / Apprentice / BluffClan / HeathClan Border / with Seapaw (aether), Blizzardpaw
Falconpaw shared similar misgivings to her sister as she looked at the rolling, desolate landscape in front of them. She wasn't sure how any cat could live here, or where they would go after. She was used to Seapaw having the answers, so hearing the other molly confess that she was just as worried was upsetting. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but let out a purr of laughter as Blizzardpaw joined them, no doubt looking to impress her sister. Her gaze filled with amusement. The tom was goofy and was clearly mooning, but his easy demeanor despite the situation lightened her mood, and dispelled the anxiety that had been darkening her thoughts. She never thought she'd be thinking it, but she was glad for his arrival. She'd never tell him, though. It would only swell the dual-eyed tom's ego.

Hornetpaw / Apprentice / BluffClan / HeathClan Border / with Cloudpaw (Tealraven)
"Cloudpaw!" Hornetpaw bounded up to his friend, relief and irritation mixed in his tone. "You're okay! And from the looks of it, so is Blizzardpaw." His tone was terse, but only because he had been so worried about him. "You should have gotten out with us! What if I'd lost you, you mousebrain?" He exclaimed, then shook his head in bemusement, giving the other om a friendly nudge. "Come on. We'll walk together so I can keep an eye on you. I'm not losing you over some shiny rock." He rumbled affectionately as they began to move. Cloudpaw had his quirks, but he was a good friend, and few appreciated that as much as Hornetpaw did. 

(This is all I've got in me tonight, I'll get my HeathClan starters out tomorrow!)

(I’ll be on in like four hours to Rp!)

[ you're not wrong, teal xD ]

Stagrunner / Warrior / HeathClan / Camp / with Moonpaw (♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥)
Stagrunner's pelt felt heavy on his thin body, and for once, his thick fur seemed more like a detriment rather than an advantage. The leaf-bare chill seemed to penetrate right through to his bones, and he fluffed out his fur in a futile attempt to get a bit warmer. As he looked around the camp, he could see that his clanmates weren't faring much better. Finding prey was hard enough in leaf-bare, but there simply wasn't any prey left here at this point. He longed to hunt for his Clan and feed the hungry Vixenshine and elders, but like the rest of the warriors, he had little strength left. 

His gaze eventually rested on the apprentice's den, where he spotted his apprentice, Moonpaw. Stagrunner was quite fond of his apprentice. He was constantly impressed by her intelligence and resourcefulness, and he thought the world of her. However, like the rest of the Clan, he had noticed that Moonpaw's heart seemed to yearn for the medicine cat's den instead. His heart went out for the torn molly, and though it would be simple to nudge her on the path it seemed she so desperately wanted, it was a decision she had to make for herself. Besides, she was doing every bit as well as the other apprentices in her warrior training, so there was no grounds for him to bring it up. Instead, the patient tom would let things proceed at her pace.

He got to his feet and padded over to her, gently tapping her shoulder with his tail tip. "Hey, you. Why don't we get out of camp and see if we can't round something up for everyone? We can ask Rowanblaze and Swiftpaw too." He knew the chances of finding any prey were low, and catching it even lower, but he more wanted to get his apprentice some fresh air. Plus, if she was out on the moor, she could learn more than he could probably teach in battle training with his current stamina.

The scent of BluffClan hit him like a wall, and his fur bristled as a growl grumbled deep in his throat. This was the thickest BluffClan scent he had ever smelled, even more than a gathering. What was happening? A massive invasion taking advantage of their weakened state? He had always held Silentstar in respect, but hunger could drive even a noble cat to an ugly cause. "Bluffclan!" He mewed, planting himself firmly in front of his apprentice. He was weak, but he would defend her to his last breath if he had to.

Thunderflash / Warrior / HeathClan / Camp / Open for Interaction
Thunderflash rolled listlessly in his nest, ignoring the pangs of hunger that roiled in his stomach. He had been out on the moonhigh patrol and thus had slept in, or at least tried to. Sleep simply didn't come to such an empty stomach. The whole idea of patrols seemed a waste when there was no prey to fight over. Outside, he could hear his clanmates active, milling around the camp aimlessly like fleas on a cat. Trying to keep up the appearance of strength, for what? Idiots. He snorted. To Thunderflash, a Clan was only good if it had the strength to bear witness to torment. The weak, limping excuses for cats here weren't worth his effort.

He heard the sound of alarmed voices raising outside, and activity seemed to pick up. Were the twolegs finally coming to tear this place apart? He shifted and rolled over to his side, back to the entrance of the den. Not his problem. As far as the Clan was concerned, he was asleep, and he'd remain that way. With luck, he'd finally get some peace and quiet once the hairless monsters were done with them. Though, on the other side...If there was no Clan left, there was no entertainment for Thunderflash. And that wouldn't do. To HeathClan, Thunderflash was a loyal, kind, and dependable warrior. It wouldn't do at all if such an upstanding cat had no audience. No, he supposed not. With a great heave, he pushed himself to his paws and padded out the den to see what the commotion was. No twolegs? A disappointment. Yet something had spooked them all. He scented the air, and satisfaction glinted deep in his yellow eyes. Perhaps there was still some excitement for Thunderflash after all.

Windpaw / Apprentice / HeathClan / Camp / Open to Interaction
Windpaw stumbled back into camp, with a tiny but plump mouse in her jaws. The apprentice had hunted tirelessly for the Clan whenever she could, and the effects were clear. The molly's eyes were red-rimmed, her tail drooped, and her breath was coming in pants. She tottered towards the fresh-kill pile and looked around hopefully for her mentor, hoping to show her catch to her. Unfortunately, it didn't appear she was there. Her ears drooped and she set the mouse down on the dusty and barren fresh-kill pile, before turning her gaze to the apprentice's den, where she scented Honeypaw, no doubt fast asleep.

The irritation and frustration emanating from Windpaw was palpable. She couldn't understand for the life of her how the golden molly was still an apprentice. She was lazy and selfish, and only did the bare minimum of what was expected of her - or less, if she could get away with it. Some cats will hunt since dawn, others will sleep till sunhigh. She told herself with an incredulous shake of the head. No matter. If she couldn't find Spiderwatcher, she was sure there would be something else to keep her busy. There was always something to do, with the Clan in the state that it was. Then, her ears pricked with horror as she scented BluffClan. There was no way they could defend themselves, weak as they were!

Honeypaw / Apprentice / HeathClan / Apprentice's Den / Open to Interaction
In Honeypaw's defense, she had been patrolling earlier. Or was that last night? She couldn't remember. All she knew was that when she'd gotten back to camp, her nest had seemed oh so soft and alluring, how was she supposed to ignore that? In her opinion, she was just working harder, not smarter. This way, she was saving energy while workaholics like Windpaw squandered it all away. Her ear twitched and she felt a twinge of guilt, but it was for the best. Any cat foolish enough to try and hunt near twolegs were asking for trouble. 

She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, and straightened with a yawn. What time was it? Well, if Foxpounce had needed her, he would have awoken her, that much was clear, so she had to be in the right. Her stomach rumbled loudly, and she cringed. The days of kithood, when her food was plenty, seemed far away now, and Honeypaw was taking it the hardest. Not physically, but mentally. She hated exhaustion, and all this hunger was making her exhausted. Panicked yowls outside in camp had her letting out an exasperated mew. What could possibly be worth all the effort? Then, she scented something she had never scented before. It was strong and smelled of cat. Cats she didn't know. She let out a startled squeal despite herself. For the first time ever, she found herself wondering where Foxpounce was. 

Vixenshine / Queen / HeathClan / Nursery / Open for Interaction
Vixenshine lay limply in the nursery, eyes barely open. HeathClan's solitary queen had alongside the elders received the lion's share of any prey brought to camp, but even that amount wasn't nearly enough to sustain the very pregnant queen. She didn't have enough food for both herself and her unborn kits, and as day after hungry day passed, she deteriorated. There was little that could be done for her. She needed food, plain and simple. The only reason she was still making it was because she was young and had once been strong. Now, she lay weakly in her nest, barely able to move. Her swollen stomach was belied by how thin she had become, as if the kits were sapping her of any remaining energy in a desperate bid for their own lives. Whether either mother or children would make it was unknown.

At the sound of commotion outside the nursery, the queen weakly raised her head. Was that BluffClan she scented? What was happening? Then, the effort became too much and her head dropped to the nest. She closed her eyes once more, trying to conserve what little strength she had left. She was determined that these kits would survive no matter what. For their own sake, and for the sake of their father.

((ASDFJFL now THAT is a CHADCLAW
im so glad ur as much of a fan as i am x333

and yas i love those ideas teal! seriousxgoofball is such a classic dynamic - i am prone to creating chaotic characters so chadclaw might align with the goofball - if anything a drama king
and honestly i really like them being friends and the rivalry being more good-natured that anything, if anything it only powers the “bro ur so rad bro” image my mind keeps conjuring))

i love that pairing it is always fun to see)