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Post by little blu β₯ on Mar 31, 2021 15:44:54 GMT -5
INTRODUCTION
Glacierclan has always been a solitary one, a clan that operates and lives by their own rules out in the tundra. Living in intense cold and snow isn't an easy way of life but the clan has adapted and become quite adept at living out in the frozen wilds. One of these adaptations is migration, which they do every Leaf-fall through Leaf-bare, settling in a slightly warmer taiga down to the south. It's a journey but they spend New-leaf and Green-leaf preparing for this trip - which usually keeps them healthy and safe.
This New-leaf has been entirely too warm, the heat a nice change but it's made some of the elder's nervous. By the end, the whole clan has reason to worry because their home is falling apart. The ice is breaking beneath their paws, their hunting grounds, training areas, and even parts of their camp sinking into icy cold water and drifting away. The clan is thrown into disarray. It's only the very beginning of Green-leaf, but suddenly there's desperate talk of heading for the taiga.
Will the clan sink or swim? Leave or stay? TERRITORY
Glacierclan lives in a tundra for the warmer seasons, on a large ice sheet. The area is covered in snow and rocks, giving little shelter from the wind. Melted ice provides fresh drinking water and herbs come from the taiga during the cold seasons or the mountain nearby. There is a two-leg village relatively close to their central territory but it's still a bit of a hike.
The taiga area is yet to be described. PLOTS
Main Plot ; It's the beginning of Green-leaf and the ice is breaking, causing absolute chaos within the clan. The clan must decide whether to stay or leave but if they leave, they're unprepared for the journey and it will be rough on all of them.
Side Plots ; 1. Cat A is a senior warrior/younger elder who is staunchly set in the old ways. They've never really been one for change, and the idea of leaving is the last straw. What will happen when Cat A decides that the current leadership has lost respect for the Clan's traditions? Will Cat B, a close confidante, help them accept the decision to leave, or fuel their hatred further?
2. Cat A is an apprentice that is desperate to prove themselves, and feels confident in their skills. Unfortunately, their mentor, Cat B, is overprotective and often smothers Cat A with what Cat A feels is unnecessary concern. What will Cat A end up doing to break free of the stifling situation?
3. Cat A has been in love with Cat B since they were apprentices, and she's never really forgiven her sister, Cat C, for becoming mates with him. When Cat B and C's litter have a kit that closely resembles Cat A, will Cat A take the opportunity to sow some discord in the new family?
4. There aren't many rogues or kittypets this far north, but the occasional twoleg brings their pet with them. Cat A, a young warrior, ends up becoming mates with one of these kittypets, and right before they leave, his secret mate approaches him with their newborn kits, asking him to raise them as warriors. Taking them on such a journey would be dangerous enough, let alone keeping their parentage a secret, but their mother insists, and he reluctantly takes them with him. Cat A has always been good friends with Cat B, and when Cat A smuggles his kits into Camp, Cat B immediately realizes something is going on. When questions about the kits' mother arises, Cat B immediately claims them as her own, as a show of good faith to her friend. However, this complicates things as Cat C, who has long harbored feelings for Cat B, becomes furious at suddenly losing his chance with Cat B, seemingly out of nowhere. What will happen when Cat C becomes suspicious that not all is as it seems? And how far will Cat A go to keep the secret?
5. Cat A, a young warrior, has always disliked Cat B, an apprentice. Cat A is a few moons older, and has always thought Cat B is a spoiled cat who's always gotten what they wanted. When Cat B's mentor suddenly dies, the leader appoints Cat A to complete the mentorship, hoping to give the young cat some experience before they got a full apprentice of their own. Cat A initially plans to use this opportunity to make the remaining few moons of Cat B's apprenticeship hell, but changes their tune after realizing that Cat B is actually down-to-earth and hardworking. Will Cat A finally enact the punishment they've been wanting to hand out for so long? Or will the two even become friends, or more?
6. Cat A is a queen who recently lost her entire litter, and has closed her heart from ever loving a kit again. Things change when a rogue kit, Cat B, is found abandoned, with no family. Though she tries not to, Cat A is immediately drawn to him, and decides there's still enough love in her heart for one more little furball. It takes effort, but she and the kit eventually become close, but as the kit grows older, it becomes clear that something is off about him. He doesn't socialize well with other kits, flinches at the sight of blood, and develops a strange fascination towards battle moves. It's clear something has happened in this kit's past, and that something appears in the form of a band of ruthless, bloodthirsty rogues. The rogues 'lost' their kit, and have now decided they want him back. It's clear now where the kit's troubled past comes from, and returning him to the rogues only means returning him to a life of pain and mistreatment. Yet, as the band continues to stalk the Clan, ambushing and injuring their Clanmates, the Clan's attitude turns against this kit that has brought down this evil upon them. Will the queen stand by her adopted son's side? Can she justify his safety against the safety of her clanmates? And if it comes to it, will she be able to let him go, after finally learning to love again?ALLEGIENCES
Leader ; { Rainstar } - { 42 moons old } - { she-cat } Dappled silver and black molly with blue eyes. She has black paws and a white tail-tip. Rainstar is patient and reasonable. She cares deeply about the safety of her Clan, and often takes on her clanmates' suffering as her own. While logical, she willingly uses her heart in making decisions, knowing that while it's reason that will begin the journey, its love that will get them through it.
Deputy ; { Swiftstrike } - { 53 moons old } - { she-cat } A thin, long furred light brown molly with patches of white. Her fur is often untidy and she has a bob-tail. She has dark amber eyes. Swiftstrike has always been a reliable sort, though sheβs very serious and possibly a workaholic.
Medicine Cat ; { Cloudgale } - { 36 moons old } - { she-cat } Slender black and white molly with amber eyes. Cloudgale is friendly and cheerful, and very at home with treating her clanmates. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, and values life above all else. She isn't afraid to risk her own life to save another.
Medicine Cat Apprentice ; { Owlpaw } - { 8 moons old } - { she-cat } A light cream and tan streaked molly with white toes and a white mask around both of her round green eyes. Owlpaw is genuine and kind, though she tends to get lost in her own thoughts quite a bit.
Warriors ; { Glaciercrest } - { 88 moons old } - { tom } Skinny pure white tom with blue-eyes and a long, wiry tail. Glaciercrest is the Clan's oldest warrior, and holds immense pride in sharing the namesake of the very Clan he lives in. He has lived a long life as a warrior, and though the time has come for him to retire, he has stubbornly rejected the prospect, and continues to forge ahead as a warrior despite his rapidly failing physical and mental health. Most of his emotional distress comes from the recent passing of his longtime mate Blackfrost, and the realization that he can no longer continue as a warrior. As such, he has begun to shut down, and shut other cats out. He once held feelings for Swiftstrike.
{ Featherheart } - { 76 moons old } - { she-cat } Long-legged gray and white molly with amber eyes. She has a crooked hind leg. Featherheart is a resilient and strong-willed cat. Injured as a young warrior, she continued to serve her duties rather than retire, developing her own ways of fighting and hunting and becoming a formidable warrior. She is warm and family-oriented, and she's very proud of both her kits.
{ Stormcry } - { 65 moons old } - { tom } Large solid gray tom with amber eyes. He has broad shoulders and a scarred snout and muzzle. A senior warrior, Stormcry has seen his fair share of battle and is calm, composed, and good-natured. While he can often come across as serious, he's a warm and protective cat.
{ Sunpool } - { 53 moons old } - { she-cat } Tiny pale sandy ginger molly with amber eyes. Despite her diminutive size, Sunpool is tough and no-nonsense. While she is strict and stern, she truly believes in others, and is a very good mentor. She rarely gets angry, but her cold disappointment often cuts worse than being yowled at.
{ Littlebird } - { 46 moons old } - { she-cat } An impossibly small feline with short legs and a long tail. Her coat is a dark brown with a white underbelly and paws. She has a few black speckles on her hind legs. Her eyes are a soft amber. Littlebird is forgetful, talkative, and clumsy enough to trip over air.
{ Iceshadow } - { 42 moons old } - { tom } An agile, thick furred tom with a mainly dark gray coat. Lighter shades of gray and a silvery white fade in on his legs, the center of his face, and the tip of his tail. Iceshadow is an outgoing sort, who loves to mentor others, and is fairly diplomatic.
{ Beartalon } - { 37 moons old } - { tom } Giant, thick furred tom with broad shoulders and powerful legs that lead to large, heavy paws. He has dark brown fur with faint tabby stripes along his belly and legs. His ears and tail-tip are more tan in color and he has a white splotch on his chest. Sharp blue eyes. Beartalon appears gruff and intimidating to most and he's certainly not shy about using his appearance to throw off predators or unwelcome guests, but truly he's a big sweetheart. He's self-less in a way that forces him to almost always put others first but he can be a bit over-protective.
{ Driftcloud } - { 35 moons old } - { tom } Heβs on the thinner side, more wiry than lean. Heβs got long legs and a thin, slender tail. His fur is a creamy white with swirls of gray throughout. He has dark green eyes. Driftcloud is charismatic, with a flirtatious side, but he tends to be a bit lazy.
{ Ternwing } - { 35 moons old } - { tom } Muscular white tom with a solid black line running from his head along his spine to his tail. He has green eyes. Ternwing is laid-back, humorous, and has a penchant for trouble. As an apprentice, he was a complete terror, sneaking off exploring and getting scolded nearly every day. He's always one to see how far he can take something, especially when it comes to shirking responsibility. Despite this, he's a genuinely good warrior, and when he begins to care for someone, he will work harder than he has ever worked in his life to make them happy.
{ Cindermask } - { 33 moons old } - { she-cat } A long furred molly with tufted ears and a plumed tail. Her coat is a soft gray with darker tabby stripes and a single black forepaw(left). She has a white patch across her icy blue eyes. Cindermask is compassionate, determined, and family-oriented.
{ Vixenleap } - { 27 moons old } - { she-cat } A slender molly with angular features and a bushy tail. Her fur is a deep russet with a white chest, underbelly, paws, muzzle, and tail-tip. Her eyes are light green. Vixenleap is feisty, passionate, and she can hold a grudge like no other.
{ Goldenshine } - { 27 moons old } - { she-cat } Bright golden and white tabby molly with green eyes. Goldenshine is mellow, dainty, and usually keeps to herself. While she might often be mistaken as shy, she's actually quite capable of defending herself, and has an adventurous streak.
{ Nightwolf } - { 21 moons old } - { tom } A tall, muscular young tom with a thick pelt of fur that grows even denser around his neck. His coat is black, that shows hints of russet in direct sunlight. He has light green eyes. Nightwolf is quiet, independent, with a hint of sarcasm thrown in for flavor.
{ Hawkstrike } - { 17 moons old } - { tom } Handsome golden-brown and black tom with blue eyes. Hawkstrike's parentage is very unclear, and it is widely rumored that he and his sister are half-Clan, or in fact not Clanborn at all. Despite the rumors, Hawkstrike takes life in stride. He's confident and reckless, and definitely has a flirty side. Although one of the Clan's newest warriors, he often acts as if he's already become deputy.
{ Brightriver } - { 17 moons old } - { she-cat } Pretty tortoiseshell and black molly with blue eyes. Like Hawkstrike, Brightriver's parentage is unclear. However, unlike her brother, Brightriver takes a more serious and disciplined approach to her life. She's very structured and hardworking, and is eternally exasperated at her brother's antics. While normally self-assured, she becomes quite shy in the presence of cats with authority, such as her leader or deputy.
Apprentices ; { Dawnpaw } - { 14 moons old } - { she-cat } Petite cream-and-white molly with streaks of ginger along her pelt, and green eyes. Dawnpaw is haughty and often acts superior, but is a hard worker who enjoys the respect of her Clanmates. She has a bit of a blind spot when it comes to crushes, however.
{ Skypaw } - { 10 moons old } - { she-cat } Pale bluish-gray and white speckled molly with blue eyes. Skypaw is bubbly, upbeat, and can often get a bit impatient.
{ Antlerpaw } - { 10 moons old } - { tom } A slender off white tom with long legs and pitch black ears. Brilliant white freckles splash across his cheeks and flanks. He has one green eye and one golden eye. Antlerpaw is an intelligent tom with a strong-head on his shoulders. Heβs dedicated to his goals.
{ Stoatpaw } - { 10 moons old } - { tom } Sleek dark brown tabby tom with a black tail-tip, and amber eyes. Stoatpaw is laid-back, mischievous, and a prankster. He often rushes into a situation without properly thinking about it first, and is a huge flirt.
{ Northpaw } - { 6 moons old } - { tom } An athletic silver and white tom with jagged black tabby stripes that really pop on his light coat. He has pale gray-blue eyes and a light pink nose and paw-pads. Northpaw is competitive, adventurous, though he really struggles with focusing on tasks.
{ Windpaw } - { 6 moons old } - { she-cat } A small, thin white and silver she-cat with slightly darker spotted tabby markings. Her toes are pitch black, as is a spot above her nose. She has pale green eyes. Her right hind paw is twisted. Windpaw is energetic, persistent, and naΓ―ve.
Queens ; { Fallensnow } - { 36 moons old } - { she-cat } A tall, willowy she-cat with a sleek, pure white coat. She has multiple scars across her shoulders and spine that stand out quite a bit against her pristine coat. Her eyes are a soft amber. Fallensnow is soft-spoken, self-conscious, and maternal.
{ Swanflight } - { 33 moons old } - { she-cat } White molly with silver flecks mottling her coat, and a black muzzle, and green eyes. She has a fluffy pelt and a long, flowing tail. Swanflight is perceptive, witty, and assertive. She isn't a cat that will break easily, and is a fierce protector of her family.
Kits ; { Moosekit } - { 4 moons old } - { tom } Dark brown tabby tom with green eyes. He has a thick fluffy pelt and long legs. Moosekit is more quiet and reserved than his sister, and is a bit shy and skittish. However, his thoughtful attitude and careful demeanor makes him observant and empathetic.
{ Streamkit } - { 4 moons old } - { she-cat } White molly with silver flecks and a black muzzle, and blue eyes, and a feathery tail. Streamkit is an almost identical younger copy of her mother, with the only difference being her eyes. She's feisty, adventurous, and a bit haughty, but a fierce and loyal friend.
{ Lilackit } - { 4 moons old } - { she-cat } A small, thick furred molly with a mostly white coat and large dapples of silver and black splashed all across her pelt. She has a few tan streaks mixed in with her patches, especially on her cheeks and along her spine. She has one blue eye and one green eye. Speaking doesn't come naturally to her, causing a stutter. Lilackit is quiet, hopeful, and deeply supportive of her family. She hates to be pushed into the spotlight though.
Elders ; { Northsong } - { 163 moons old } - { she-cat } Tiny, frail, elderly silver molly with hazy gray eyes. Her fur is completely white from age and translucent, and her muzzle is grizzled. She doesn't hear or see very well. The oldest cat in the Clan, there's no cat alive who remembers when Northsong was young. Northsong has been a rock for the Clan, a constant in the living memory of every living cat. Her incredible lifespan is a miracle, yet Northsong hasn't lost her spark. She doesn't speak much these days, but she's a good listener who can communicate volumes with just her eyes. She has a mountain of wisdom and countless stories of a GlacierClan long gone, but getting them out of the wise, enigmatic old molly is tricky. She is a motherly figure to the entire Clan, and commands respect despite her brittle and diminutive stature. Countless cats in modern GlacierClan can trace their lineage to Northsong, but it is unknown if she has any living kits in the Clan. She has outlived all her contemporary kin. However, she has helped raise many of the Clan's current warriors and elders. She formed a particularly close bond with Swanflight, who named her son Northpaw after the kind ancient cat who raised her like a mother.
{ Sealbellow } - { 94 moons old } - { tom } Massive thickset dark brown tom with pale gray eyes. Named after the loud and aggressive elephant seals often encountered by the Clan, Sealbellow's huge frame and booming voice make for an impressive impression of the huge lumbering animals. Unlike his namesake seals, however, Sealbellow is a gentle giant, and while he can often be grumpy or irritated, he has a heart of gold and will never turn away a cat in need of help or advice.
{ Alpinetail } - { 102 moons old } - { tom } A bulky, light cream colored tom with dark brown bengal spots and tufted ears. He's missing one of his ears and one of his blue eyes is scarred over and hazy. Alpinetail is wise, understanding, and usually keeps a calm head.
Outsiders ; to be added as we meet them
Starclan ; { Sweetwind } - { 39 moons old @ death(157 moons ago) } - { she-cat } Slender white and ginger spotted molly with tufted ears. She had bright green eyes with hints of hazel in theme. Sweetwind died early in life, in a fight with an arctic fox. Her first litter of kits were fresh out of the nursery. She had been a loving molly and her death was felt deeply by the whole clan.
{ Clearstar } - { 67 moons old @ death(110 moons ago) } - { tom } The third leader of Glacier clan. A lanky silver coated tom with light blue eyes. He lost his final life to a battle with black-cough. He was a strict, no-nonsense leader, who ruled with an iron claw. He wasn't the most kind or sensitive of cats but he was dedicated and loyal. Clearstar saved his clan from starvation during the winter by finding the taiga territory and starting the tradition of winter migration.
{ Grouseclaw } - { 44 moons old @ death(27 moons ago) } - { tom } Plump golden-brown tabby tom with amber eyes. Died of a heart attack. Grouseclaw had been lazy and complacent, and lived a very unhealthy life mostly sequestered in camp. His relationship with Sunpool had little emotional attachment, and she only discovered she was carrying his kits shortly after his death.
{ Pinewhistle } - { 82 moons old @ death(10 moons ago) } - { she-cat } Thick-furred brown molly with patches of white and amber eyes. Looks nearly identical to her daughter Swiftstrike. Pinewhistle had been growing elderly and never wanted to retire to be an Elder. Shortly before she was set to retire, she died from injuries while diverting a stampede of reindeer away from Camp. She was glad to have died a warrior, protecting her Clan until the end.
{ Wolfrunner } - { 47 moons old @ death(4 moons ago) } - { tom } Lean black and gray tom with blue eyes. Died from injures fighting off wolves shortly after his kits were made apprentices. {Former mate of Rainstar | Father of Skypaw, Antlerpaw, and Stoatpaw}
{ Blackfrost } - { 81 moons old @ death(1 moon ago) } - { she-cat } Sleek jet black molly with vivid green eyes. Died from a sudden and swift bout of greencough. Her death was very unexpected as she had been completely healthy.
Sunken ; cats hereRELATIONSHIPS
Key: male & female. deceased. outsider. adopted*. | separate litters.
Clearstar + Sweetwind = Northsong
Darkice + Shallowpool = Sealbellow
Mottledfur + Coldstorm = Alpinetail
Blizzardstar + Elkstep = Glaciercrest
Snowclaw + Lightpounce = Featherheart
Stormcoat + Quietchill = Stormcry Sealbellow + Pinewhistle = Swiftstrike & Sunpool Glaciercrest + Blackfrost = Rainstar & Iceshadow | Cindermask Grouseclaw + Sunpool = Beartalon | Vixenleap & Goldenshine
Shadewhisker + Minkleaf = Driftcloud & Ternwing Alpinetail + Featherheart = Cloudgale & Fallensnow Unknown + Unknown = Hawkstrike & Brightriver Stormcry + Swiftstrike = Dawnpaw, Galekit, & Mothkit | Owlpaw
Wolfrunner + Rainstar = Skypaw, Antlerpaw, & Stoatpaw Beartalon + Swanflight = Northpaw & Windpaw | Moosekit, Streamkit, & Lilackit
Iceshadow mentors Dawnpaw Cindermask mentors Skypaw Sunpool mentors Antlerpaw Swiftstrike mentors Stoatpaw Stormcry mentors Northpaw Featherheart mentors Windpaw
Alpinetail & Featherheart are mates. Stormcry & Swiftstrike are mates. Beartalon & Swanflight are mates. Ternwing & Fallensnow are mates.CAT TRACKER [ sky ] rainstar, cloudgale, glaciercrest, featherheart, stormcry, sunpool, ternwing, goldenshine, hawkstrike, brightriver, dawnpaw, skypaw, stoatpaw, swanflight, moosekit, streamkit, northsong, sealbellow [ blu ] swiftstrike, owlpaw, littlebird, iceshadow, beartalon, driftcloud, cindermask, vixenleap, nightwolf, antlerpaw, northpaw, windpaw, fallensnow, lilackit, alpinetail
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Post by little blu β₯ on Apr 2, 2021 23:07:35 GMT -5
fallensnow molly ; warrior ; glacierclan
Morning was usually such a peaceful time within the clan, especially when the sun was still in the process of rising. The wind was already whipping delicate white snowflakes across the open icy plains, the rocks surrounding camp offering a bit of shelter. Fallensnow had woken from her sleep earlier than was typical for the scarred molly and she'd been too restless to remain in the warm underground den. Instead, her paws carried her back and forth along a drift, the pacing a clear sign of the unease that settled in her stomach like a stone. Said stomach twisted with a painful wave of nausea and the white furred feline let out a whimper of distress. Something wasn't right, this was the seventh morning in a row that she'd woken up feeling like this.
It was time to see Cloudgale. Though Fallensnow was reluctant to bother her sister, she had worked herself up into a bit of a panic. Part of her wanted to go find Featherheart instead, maybe some comfort was all she needed... Another violent roll of her stomach warned her that this was no subject to be taken lightly. She'd pushed this off long enough. Flattening her ears to her skull, the warrior carefully made her way over to the medicine cat den, her steps a bit unsteady. "Cloudy?" she called softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she inched inside the den, her amber eyes flashing to the sleeping shape of Owlpaw sprawled out on the floor. It looked like the younger molly had passed out sorting through some sort of herb, little green leaves stuck to her pelt in clumps.
Moving further into the den, where she knew her sister nested, Fallensnow tried again. "Cloudgale? Are you awake?" she continued to keep a low volume, worried about waking the dozing apprentice. The last thing she wanted was an audience. Her legs felt weak beneath her and the feline settled down onto her haunches. She'd always felt on edge in this den - ever since the accident. She and her sister had just been apprentices then... The huge, ugly scars on her back stung pulsed with the memory before the she-cat shook her head clear. She couldn't dwell on the past, it would only make her feel worse. β [ Cloudgale(~Skyblaze~ ), mentions Owlpaw ] β [ medicine cat den ] β swiftstrike molly ; deputy ; glacierclan
Daily perimeter checks for the camp were hardly expected first thing in the morning but Swiftstrike always woke up early to start her morning off with one. Reminding herself that the camp was secure soothed the deputy on a deep level. She was just finishing up now, padding back towards the entrance to the camp, which was hidden between two large boulders. There was nothing unusual to report - there rarely was, but she had observed some strange creaking or snapping sounds a few times. Swiftstrike had tried to investigate but the bobtailed molly had failed to figure out the source of these odd noises.
Upon entering camp, she did a quick sweep to make sure everything was in order. Her clan mates appeared to be just waking, not that she could blame them. The wind was sharp today and their underground dens kept them nice and warm. Still, there were jobs to be done. Dark amber eyes landed on the fresh-kill pile, noting how meager it was looking. Their storage pile for the leaf-fall travel wasn't looking too great either. Green-leaf was finally here, they needed to up their game if they wanted to be prepared by the end of this season. With a firm shake, the molly trailed over to sit beneath Tall Stone, her mind already on patrols. β [ tag ] β [ in camp ] β beartalon tom ; warrior ; glacierclan
Waking up was never an easy task for the giant brown furred tom. He was always one of the last to get to sleep at night, which meant he was often the last to rise. However, today he was awoken by a paw to the face from Driftcloud as the younger tom tripped over him. A low, menacing growl rumbled deep in his chest as one blue eye flashed open. "Oh calm d-" the white and silver tom had began to tease, throwing one of his charming grins, which promptly melted off his face when he saw just who he'd stumbled onto. Beartalon might be a big softie for his family and friends but the cat was huge and intimidating when upset. "Sorry, Beartalon," Driftcloud apologized quickly, dipping his head in a polite manner before trying to salvage what was left of his pride as he stalked out of the den. The growl that seemed to shake the den quieted after that and the tom had almost fallen back asleep when Littlebird gave a little screech as she woke from whatever random dream seemed to startle her. Annoyance settling heavy on his chest, the tom shoved himself to his paws and forced his way out into the blustering cold. His thick fur prevented much from getting to him and as the sun rose higher in the sky, the warmer it seemed to get.
A quick glance at the fresh-kill pile told him that there was barely enough to feed his Swanflight and their hungry little mouths, plus the elders. Beartalon flexed his long claws in the ice as he passed the bathing Driftcloud on his way to Swiftstrike. He dipped his head to the deputy, pleased when she acknowledged his presence with a short nod. She was clearly working on patrols and now he'd probably be placed on one. Perfect. β [ Driftcloud, mentions Swiftstrike ] β [ in camp ] β ( Sorry there's only three of them, I was kind of unsure how to start this out completely, but once I get in the swing of things, I'll be alright! )
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Apr 6, 2021 1:14:27 GMT -5
(No worries! They're perfectly fine ^^ I'm going to put out starters for a bunch of cats, reply to as few or as many as you like!)
Rainstar | Leader | Camp | Swiftstrike | mentions Antlerpaw, Skypaw, Stoatpaw The leader of GlacierClan had always been one of the earliest risers in the Clan, and this morning was no different. Dawn hadn't even broken when the silver and black molly stirred awake in her den, shaking out her fur against the oppressive heat. Heat wasn't a temperature GlacierClan was well acquainted with. Many seasons in the frigid tundra had left them with thick, fluffy pelts to ward out the bitterly cold winds and snows that often struck their territory, and while their annual trips to the warmer taiga did provide some reprieve, it wasn't the same as the kind of heat that was currently striking them in their own home territory.
With a soft sigh, she rose to her paws, squinting against the gloom of the camp as she padded out of the den. Morning was finally coming through, and the purple-streaked sky was currently shattering in myriad waves of orange and gold. The pale rays lit her coat, providing what should have been a welcome relief to the cold, but there was no cold this morning. Just this sticky heat that clung to her fur. She stood still for a few moments, admiring the sunrise, before glancing towards the apprentice's den, eyes lighting in amusement. Inside, she knew, were her three kits, her greatest pride and joy. They would no doubt be making the most of their remaining sleep until their mentors rose them for training.
She spotted Swiftstrike sitting at the base of Tall Stone and nimbly leaped down from her den to join her, mewing a sleepy greeting to her deputy. "Good morning, Swiftstrike. How's everything looking?" She asked. Rainstar deeply respected the brown bobtailed molly and valued her opinion. Ever since she'd appointed her to lead the Clan by her side, the two had been a formidable team.
Cloudgale | Medicine Cat | Medicine Den | Fallensnow | mentions Owlpaw GlacierClan's medicine cat had been dozing fitfully near the back of the warm den. Cloudgale had found her calling early in life, and had chosen to become the Clan's capable medicine cat rather than to train as a warrior. She'd been their dutiful healer ever since, and had become even more efficient upon taking Owlpaw as her apprentice two moons earlier. The young molly was diligent and honest, and Cloudgale knew she would make an amazing medicine cat one day.
Currently, the black and white molly was curled up in her nest, fast asleep. The first call hadn't been enough to wake her, but the second managed to reach her, and she slowly raised her head. Her amber eyes, identical to her littermate's, flashed confusion at first, then turned to annoyance as she regained her bearings. "Fallensnow! I was just about to catch the juiciest mouse you'd ever seen!" She mewed by way of greeting, her airy tone belying any true irritation. Cloudgale would never fault any cat for coming to see her, especially not her sister. Shaking a few loose scraps of moss out of her pelt, she got to her paws, wrapping her tail around them as she faced her sister. "What can I do for you?" She asked, sweeping away the remnants of the moss.
Glaciercrest | Warrior | Warrior's Den | OPEN | mentions Rainstar Sequestered near the back of the warrior's den was Glaciercrest, the Clan's oldest warrior and Rainstar's father. While at first, it seemed the location of the nest was simply to be the warmest and safest, it had somewhat become Glaciercrest's permanent location in the past moon. Glaciercrest was long overdue to join the Elder's Den. Recent moons had seen him grown frailer and frailer, and it was clear to every cat but Glaciercrest himself that the warrior he once was no longer existed. The sudden death of Blackfrost only added mental failing to his physical one, and the older warrior had become quiet and withdrawn, a shell of his former self. He seemed determined to keep pulling on as he was, but to what end, no cat knew.
He was asleep now, tail pulled firmly over his eyes, as if to dare any cat to disturb him. Not many cats would, for despite how he'd become, he still commanded respect for the warrior he'd once been, and as the father of the leader. It seemed as if he'd already decided that he would suffer alone, and no cat had been able to reach him thus far.
Featherheart | Warrior | Entering Camp | OPEN | mentions Fallensnow, Cloudgale, Swiftstrike, Alpinetail, Windpaw Featherheart padded back into camp just as dawn broke, a plump arctic hare clutched in her grasp. Just as many of her clanmates, she'd been awoken by the heat, and she had decided to do some early hunting instead of tossing and turning aimlessly in her nest. Cats were already stirring by the time she'd returned, and she watched curiously as she saw Fallensnow disappear into the medicine den. Hopefully she was just looking to speak with her sister. She proceeded to the fresh-kill pile, nodding respectfully to Swiftstrike as she passed her, before setting the hare down onto the pile.
She noticed then exactly how out of breath she was from the simple hunt, and she let out a disconcerted rumble. She wasn't as young as she used to be, and she was now facing that fact. She was one of the Clan's oldest warriors, but there had been a time when no cat had thought her training would continue. She had proved every cat wrong however, and all these seasons later, her twisted hind leg was no more than an afterthought, with no real limp noticeable. Yet these days, even that leg seemed to ache a bit more than usual, as if reminding her of what she already knew. Maybe its just about time to retire. She thought with a rusty purr.
Her mate Alpinetail was already in the Elder's Den, and it wouldn't be so bad to join him. She'd more than proved her worth to her Clan. Her amber gaze flitted briefly to the apprentice's den. Once Windpaw gets her name. She decided. The young apprentice, who shared an injury similar to hers, was upbeat and persistent, and she would make sure that the white and silver molly learned everything Featherheart knew about hunting and fighting on three legs first.
Stormcry | Warrior | Camp | OPEN | mentions Dawnpaw, Owlpaw, Cloudgale, Swiftstrike, Northpaw More cats were stirring now, and Stormcry was one of them. The gray tom sat stolidly outside the warrior's den, digging into a grouse. The bird was cold, a remnant of the previous night's hunt, but it was enough for the large warrior. He would leave the warm prey brought in by the dawn patrol to the elders and the apprentices. The thought of his kits made Stormcry rumble in pride. Dawnpaw was 14 moons now, and would soon be a warrior. The cream-and-white apprentice had been his only kit to survive her litter, and seeing her on the cusp of receiving her name brought Stormcry more joy than he could bring to words.
His other daughter, and the only kit of her litter, made him equally proud. She was the medicine cat apprentice, and though he was a bit in awe of her newfound connection to StarClan, it also made him admire her mettle. She was just starting her journey, and he knew she was safe in Cloudgale's capable paws. Finishing up the remnants of the grouse, he got to his paws, and spotted Swiftstrike by Tall Stone, and he raised his tail in greeting. Hopefully there was a patrol he could lead. He needed to work off some energy, and no doubt Northpaw would want to join him.
Sunpool | Warrior | Outside Apprentice's Den | Antlerpaw | mentions Skypaw "Antlerpaw? Are you awake?" Sunpool called out into the apprentice's den. She didn't care too much about waking the other apprentices. As far as she was concerned, every young cat should be out and about training by now. The small ginger molly's tail shifted impatiently. After she'd awoken, she'd gone just outside the camp and had noticed that some of the ice floes had begun to move around. This would be a great opportunity to learn some ice movement skills - if her apprentice could find it in himself to stop doing his pristine impression of a hedgehog. As she waited, she eyed the fresh-kill pile, and decided she would pick up something to eat. Maybe a nice gull would tempt her apprentice out of his slumber.
She padded to the fresh-kill pile and picked out a large, juicy lemming before padding back to the apprentice den. As she did, she heard an excited squeak and thump from within the den, and she let out a snort of amusement, dropping the piece of fresh-kill at her paws. She didn't know if she had woken Antlerpaw, but she'd sure gotten his sister to wake up.
Skypaw & Stoatpaw | Apprentices | Apprentice's Den | OPEN "Is that lemming?!" The excited squeal came from Skypaw as the enticing scent of her favorite prey wafted into the apprentice's den, immediately arousing the young molly. And in classic Skypaw fashion, she awoke by jumping to her paws and nearly waking the whole den.
"Ssshh!" The irritated shushing came from her brother Stoatpaw, who promptly whacked his bluish-gray and white sister with his tail. "You're going to wake every cat from here to the Ice Floes!" He grumbled. "Some of us had to go on nightfall patrol, you know!" That 'some of us' was him of course, and he wasn't taking too kindly at being disturbed right after getting the chance to sleep. The dark brown tabby promptly curled his tail over his nose, returning to his exhausted slumber.
Skypaw simply rolled her eyes in amusement at her brother. Normally, Stoatpaw would be the first to rise at the sign of food, but the only thing her brother loved more than eating was sleeping. Now awake, but not yet summoned to training, she looked around the den, trying to see if any of the other apprentices were awake. She always loved a good chattering, though for the safety of her ears, she would probably have to do it outside the den, lest she incur Stoatpaw's wrath once more.
Dawnpaw | Apprentice | Apprentice's Den | OPEN | mentions Skypaw, Windpaw, Northpaw, Swiftstrike Is that lemming?! Skypaw's mew seemed to echo right between Dawnpaw's ears. Great StarClan was she loud. Any cat would think she was newly apprenticed, and not Windpaw or Northpaw! The oldest apprentice flattened her ears to her skull, trying to shut out the younger molly's chattering. It was way too early for this, and the wretched heat wasn't making anything better. She sighed in sleepy discomfort as she shook away the moss that had been sticking to her pelt. You won't be in here much longer! She reminded herself, and her ears twitched in satisfaction. She was almost finished with her training. Her assessment would be any day now, and she would finally be made a warrior! She couldn't wait!
Paws now humming with nervous energy, she rolled over and got to her feet. She couldn't sleep now, not anymore. Shaking out each paw, she began to pad out of the apprentice's den, making sure to bat Skypaw's cheek with her tail as she passed by. Hopefully, Swiftstrike would have something for her to do. Anything, to prove she was ready to become a warrior right now! Besides, if she had to spend one more day in the apprentice's den, she was sure she would go crazy.
Swanflight & Streamkit | Queen & Kits | Nursery | OPEN | mentions Stoatpaw, Moosekit, Lilackit "Streamkit! Just where do you think you're going?" The sharp, stern mew of her mother made the tiny white and silver molly freeze in her tracks, and she slowly turned to face Swanflight in a manner that she prayed didn't look too guilty. She had sworn she had been completely quiet! Stoatpaw had even shown her the hunter's crouch, and she'd been practicing! How had her mother known she was leaving? "I was just...getting some fresh-kill?" She ventured, hoping Swanflight would just buy it, but unfortunately, the queen looked unimpressed. "Without letting me know? You needed to sneak out for fresh-kill?" She prompted, holding her daughter's gaze until Streamkit finally lowered her head. "Fine, I was going to explore." The kit muttered.
Swanflight shook her head in disbelief as Streamkit pouted and returned to her side. Only StarClan knew what she'd done to deserve another kit so determined to make her tear her own fur off after Windpaw had been made an apprentice. Thankfully, Moosekit and Lilackit both seemed content enough to sleep at her belly and not worry her half to death. StarClan knew as the only kits in the nursery at the moment, there was more than enough room to play inside without needing to sneak out. "If you're really hungry, you can go get something to eat - but if you don't come right back, I will know the reason why." She mewed sternly.
Streamkit paused, as if considering it, then decided it wasn't worth it. "You don't tell Moosekit or Lilackit to come right back..." She mumbled under her breath as she stomped across the nursery to fetch the moss ball on the other side, determined to have some kind of fun. "Because Moosekit and Lilackit don't try to escape camp every time they leave the nursery." Swanflight called back at her daughter's retreating form, her mew carrying a hint of amusement.
Sealbellow | Elder | Elder's Den | OPEN | mentions Alpinetail, Northsong Sealbellow let out a soft grunt as he stirred awake, blinking the sleep out of his pale storm gray eyes. He had always been the first elder to rise, but of course, he was the youngest of the three. Alpinetail was a fair bit older, and Northsong was....well, Northsong. He watched as the tiny molly dozed in her corner, her nest kept comfortable with plenty of soft gull feathers. She seemed even more shrunken by age as every moon passed, and her limbs were incredibly frail. Yet, despite her immense age, she still lived as strongly as she could. Sealbellow let out a rumbling purr, then his stomach grumbled equally loudly. The massive tom exited the Elder's Den, heading towards the fresh-kill pile. Maybe he could also find something tasty for his denmates, though Northsong could only manage the softest of prey these days.
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Post by little blu β₯ on Apr 9, 2021 18:27:29 GMT -5
swiftstrike molly ; deputy ; glacierclan
The thin molly shook out her coat, the heat pressing against her coat like a firm embrace. Her fur wasn't even half as long as some of her other clan mates and her body gave a shudder of sympathy. This ice-melt was rough and it was only the beginning. Cats like Beartalon wouldn't be able to function to their full capacity under the severe sun rays. The lump in her stomach that was the anxiety over this overwhelming warmth grew heavy until Swiftstrike felt as though her entire body were weighed down. She wondered if Rainstar or the medicine cats had gotten any word from their ancestors about how to handle the situation.A familiar scent floated to her on the faint breeze, her muzzle twitching into a small but genuine smile. The expression wasn't a common one on the serious deputy but her family and Rainstar could manage to drag it out of her on occasion. Her dark amber eyes landed on the familiar silver and black coat of the slightly younger feline, her head dipping into a respectful greeting. "Good morning. Dawn patrol is just returning with some fresh prey and the snow continues to melt..." the brown and white patched molly reported, tilting her head towards where Featherheart had just returned.Swiftstrike shuffled her paws thoughtfully, wondering whether to bring up the strange noises she'd heard on her morning perimeter check. She and the Glacierclan leader had become friends as warriors but their bond had truly grown while staying in the nursery together. There wasn't any reason to keep her findings from Rainstar... "This morning... I heard some odd crackling sounds? Almost like a branch snapping, or similar to the sound of crushed ice when we break through the thaw to fish. I searched for the source but was unable to find anything," admitting her failure hurt more than she wanted to admit. Her claws flexed into the snow beneath her paws. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a gray pelt which turned the molly's head. Stormcry had exited the warrior's den and her deep eyes softened gradually. She had never been the best at expressing her softer emotions or showing affection but that didn't mean she was unfeeling. Her heart belonged to the older tom and their daughters, even if she was duty-bound to her clan. Speaking of which, her oldest kit padded out of the apprentice's den like a feline on a mission. Dawnpaw must be desperate to prove herself. Her ceremony would be any day. Pride filled Swiftstrike's chest at the mere thought, along with a tinge of grief that the rest of her first litter hadn't made it this far. Oh Galekit and Mothkit... I'm sorry I failed you...β [ Rainstar(~Skyblaze~ ), mentions Beartalon, Stormcry, & Dawnpaw ] β [ in camp ] β fallensnow molly ; warrior ; glacierclan
Her sister's black and white coat finally came into view, just as her calls seemed to wake Cloudgale, who had been dreaming restlessly. Fallensnow remembered how much her sister used to move around when they'd shared a nest in the nursery. She'd almost always woken up to a paw in the face or the breath leaving her as her litter mate rolled on top of her. The memories made her smile, until another harsh wave of pain and sickness tore through her stomach, leaving her gasping for breath and resting the urge to retch. Oh, this stomach bug or whatever it was, was miserable. "I'm sorry, Cloudy," she felt the need to apologize, sitting back on her haunches, though she didn't feel near comfortable enough to tuck her tail around her paws. "I didn't mean to bother you and it's probably nothing..." the words felt sour on her tongue, though Fallensnow wasn't sure if it was because they weren't true or because she hated being a burden. "It's just - er, well, I've been having some nausea," her words were an understatement of the torment going on in her stomach. To be fair, it usually only happened during the mornings... β [ Cloudgale ] β [ medicine cat den ] β littlebird molly ; warrior ; glacierclan
That had been one wild dream. Her heart raced like a frightened horse against her tiny ribcage as she carefully tried to take in deep breaths. A giant purple seal had been chasing her across the ice, as an antlered snow hare rushed in front of her. She hoped the hare was alright, even if it was only a figment of her imagination. Shaking out her pelt, Littlebird slowly scrambled to her paws, almost tripping over her own four feet. "Clumsy," she chided herself, taking small steps towards the entrance of the warrior's den. Her mind preoccupied with purple predators, she had no clue that a long, wiry tail lay in her path. So she trampled over it, the shock of soft fur beneath her pads frightening her into jumping backwards - where she landed on Vixenleap who gave a groan of complaint. Littlebird squeaked in alarm, kicking away from her younger den-mate in haste, her amber eyes flashing with apology. The warrior flinched, realizing that Glaciercrest had been the owner of the tail she'd stepped on. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to step on you! I was thinking about seals - mean purple ones with beady black eyes. They were terrifying! Oh, but only in my dream, don't worry. Of course, you probably knew that, everyone knows seals are gray or brown..." the feline forcefully cut off her rambling, sending a sheepish smile to the most senior warrior. β [ Glaciercrest, mentions Vixenleap ] β [ warrior's den ] β windpaw molly ; apprentice ; glacierclan
Sleeping without Swanflight at her side was still a new experience for Windpaw, she was certainly still trying to get herself adjusted to the apprentice's den. She'd made her nest beside her brother's to help, and it did to some extent, but Northpaw didn't carry their mother's warm milky scent. The silver and white spotted tabby had been sleeping restlessly these past few nights, which meant she was already wide awake this morning. She had limped her way out of her nest and off to the side of the den, where she could just watch the sunrise. The pink and orange hues comforted her on a visceral level. Her pale green orbs flashed to the entrance when Featherheart entered, having been on a dawn hunting patrol it seems. Her stomach gave a low rumble and Windpaw shook herself. Good warriors wait until the weakest of their clan was fed before eating. Unable to sit still a moment longer, the energetic feline bound towards the older molly, kicking up snow as she went. Of all the positive traits the silver apprentice had going for her, grace would not be among them. "Featherheart! I saw you caught a hare! You had to have been really fast!" she praised, practically bouncing about her mentor, her woes of sleepless nights forgotten. She couldn't wait to be a warrior, one of the best warriors Glacierclan has ever seen!β [ Featherheart. mentions Swanflight & Northpaw ] β [ in camp ] β
antlerpaw tom ; apprentice ; glacierclan
As an older apprentice, Antlerpaw had grown used to the necessity of early-rising. Especially with a mentor like Sunpool who demanded his best at all times. The off white tom wasn't complaining though, he loved the challenge and desired to prove himself to her - she pushed him to be better. Which is why, unlike his siblings, the tom was already awake, finishing a quick groom of his coat. His black ears flickered towards the entrance when he heard Sunpool call for him. Before he could reply, he sensed her retreat, and the tom shrugged. He'd just finish pulling this feather out of his fur and then meet her outside. Skypaw's excited squeal brought him back to the present. Sure enough, the scent of lemming drifted in through the den on the wind. He rolled his eyes at his sister's antics, though his was an annoyance bred from fondness. The tom genuinely didn't know what he'd do without his litter mates. "I'm off to see what Sunpool wanted. Meet up for lunch?" the question was rhetorical, the three of them always made time for one another around lunch. Sharing a meal kept the litter close. Without waiting for a response, Antlerpaw padded away from the cluster of nests he shared with Stoatpaw and Skypaw and out of the den. There his mentor sat, her sandy coat bright under the sun's light. A lemming sat before her, making his mouth water. Unlike his sister, the small rodent wasn't his favorite but he wasn't picky either. "Morning, sorry to keep you waiting," he mewed, settling beside her, tucking his tail around his paws. His bi colored gaze flickered towards the sky, frowning when he spotted the clear blue, not a speck of cloud above. The heat was almost overwhelming. "Warm today again, huh, Sunpool?" he asked, peering down at her pensively. Though his mentor was smaller than he was at this point, he by no means respected her any less. β [ Skypaw, Stoatpaw, & Sunpool ] β [ apprentice's den, in camp ] β northpaw tom ; apprentice ; glacierclan
There was way too much noise in the apprentice's den, even with his paws pressed over his ears he could hear the chatter and shuffling about. Northpaw huffed in irritation, flashing a sharp look with his pretty gray-blue eyes. He'd pushed himself to stay up late last night with Antlerpaw, working on some hunting moves. Training just wasn't the tom's strong suit, he struggled to pay attention when Stormcry was giving him directions and sitting still during demonstrations was almost an impossible feat. Hunting was the worst so far - though it had only been a few days. No matter how hard the young tom pushed himself, stalking prey was always disastrous for him.
Giving up was out of the question, Northpaw just had to work even harder. Somehow he'd make it work. Windpaw seemed to be excelling beyond him and his need to compete and show off made him edgy. Finally the tabby admitted he wouldn't be getting anymore sleep this morning and rolled out of his nest, flexing his claws. Today was a new day, a new chance to prove himself. The thought normally soothed him but when the silver and white tom padded out of the den and spotted his father, his frustration grew. Beartalon was so strong and a great warrior, why couldn't he be more like him? With another huff, the young apprentice shuffled towards the fresh-kill pile, trying to bide his time till he had to find Stormcry. β [ mentions Antlerpaw, Stormcry, Windpaw, & Beartalon ] β [ apprentice's den, in camp ] β iceshadow tom ; warrior ; glacierclan
Iceshadow padded into camp shortly after Featherheart, a marmot and a snow petrel hanging from his jaws. His tail swept the melty slush of snow behind him, his eyes sweeping the camp out of curiosity. Rainstar appeared to be up and speaking with Swiftstrike, hopefully talking about patrols. The warmth might be making hunting difficult with all the sticky snow but food was important right now, with their upcoming migration. They needed to stock up, as of right now, both piles were rather low. His vivid green eyes, so much like his mother's, landed on the familiar shape of his apprentice. A purr rumbled out of his chest as he dropped the fresh prey on the pile, turning to face Dawnpaw, with a welcoming flick of his feathery tail. "Ready to start the day?" he asked, warmth entering his gaze. The young molly had worked diligently these past moons even when she had an attitude. Iceshadow admired the feline, enjoying her spunk. She'd been the only surviving kit of her litter and hadn't let grief rule her life, instead it was almost like she pushed herself to live harder for her dead litter mates. The dark gray and white tom felt he could relate on some level, having lost most of his younger siblings - Cindermask being the only survivor of her litter. He was blessed that Rainstar had thrived along with him. "I know you must be eager to get out there. What if we asked Swiftstrike about having your hunting assessment today?" he prompted, tilting his head towards the clan deputy and Dawnpaw's mother. β [ Dawnpaw, mentions Featherheart, Rainstar, Swiftstrike, & Cindermask ] β [ in camp ] β lilackit molly ; kit ; glacierclan
The sound of her mother and sister speaking brushed against Lilackit's ears but the molly snuggled herself deeper against Moosekit and Swansflight, trying to block out the noise. She would much rather sleep away the morning than be awake, though as her senses began to return to her, she realized that wasn't an option. With a shiver and a big stretch, her legs and spine trembling with the effort. The patched molly opened her bleary green and blue eyes, peering around the dim nursery with a wide yawn. "M-M-Morn-nin' M-Mama," she stuttered out, her nose wrinkling a bit with effort. Why couldn't her words come out normal? Lilackit, named after the color of her mother's favorite flower in the taiga territory, struggled to catch her balance once she had her paws settled beneath her. After a moment, she was right as rain and lifted up on her hind legs to touch noses with Swanflight. A tiny purr seemed to shake her whole body as she dropped back onto all four paws, her tail whipping around behind her. "Where's Ss-Ss-Ss-Streamk-kit?" she asked, peering around for her sister. She answered her own question when she spotted the other kit with their moss ball on the other side of the den. "O-Oh," she mewed, flashing her mother a cheery smile. Lilackit easily stepped out of the nest and over to Streamkit. "C-C-Can I play?"β [ Swanflight, Streamkit, mentions Moosekit ] β [ nursery ] β
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Apr 13, 2021 23:28:17 GMT -5
Rainstar | Leader | Camp | Swiftstrike | mentions Dawnpaw, Iceshadow, Antlerpaw, Stoatpaw, Skypaw Swiftstrike had always been reliable, and this morning was no different. Rainstar was pleased with the report, as it seemed that prey was finally returning to the Clan's territory. It had been a difficult long-night, and a surprisingly tough new-dawn as well. It appeared that their luck was finally turning around. Yet, it appeared the brown and white deputy had more to say. She waited patiently, curling her tail around her paws, until Swiftstrike relayed the news. "Crackling sounds?" She echoed, eyes clouding contemplatively. She'd heard the sounds a few nights previously as well. Usually, it was a result of the frigid northern ice floes finally breaking apart as the ice-melt thaw set in proper, and she hadn't given it as much thought. However, Swiftstrike seemed worried, and Rainstar now wondered if she needed to be as well.
She cast her gaze out onto the sea of white beyond them. Just like the rest of their territory, GlacierClan's camp was out on the ice. Whereas much of their hunting grounds were made up of ice floes, however, the camp was on a large, rugged block. It was stable, and had held them for many, many seasons, and had never suffered from the thaw, even from one as oppressive as this one. Yet, Swiftstrike hadn't found anything, and it didn't seem like there was anything they could do at that moment. "I'll tell the mentors to be careful when they go out today." She decided. "It's probably nothing, and our warriors should be able to handle any sudden cracks, but I want the apprentices to stay safe." She followed Swiftstrike's gaze towards the apprentice's den, and her whiskers twitched in amusement. Speaking of apprentices, it was just about time for Swiftstrike's elder daughter to become a warrior.
She watched as Dawnpaw padded up to meet Iceshadow eagerly. "It's just about time for Dawnpaw to receive her name, I think." She commented with a sidelong glance at the cream and white molly's mother. "I'll talk to Iceshadow, and if we hold her assessment today, we could hold her ceremony at sundown." She knew a bit of good news would be welcome. Both litters had been tough on her friend, and she was glad that both Dawnpaw and Owlpaw were thriving. She couldn't imagine losing kits so young, and she was more than happy that her three had made it to apprenticeship without any issues.
Cloudgale | Medicine Cat | Medicine Den | Fallensnow The black-and-white molly waved her littermate's apology aside with a friendly swipe of her tail as she slowly padded around her, sniffing her as she examined her. "Do you have any other pain along with the nausea?" She questioned as she circled her patient. "Headache? Drowsiness? Did you have any stale prey recently?" On the surface, a bellyache was minor and simple to treat, but the young medicine cat wanted to make sure there were no other ailments that could come back later, when they least expected it.
She paused as soon as she reached Fallensnow's flank, and her ears pricked curiously. Well, well. She thought. Underneath Fallensnow's own scent was a faint, milky scent. To normal warriors, this scent was unrecognizable at this stage, but a trained medicine cat knew it well. Combined with the morning nausea, it made sense. However, she didn't want to say anything unless she knew for sure. And so, she leaned forward and pressed her nose deep into her sister's bellyfur, closing her eyes, and listening. At first, all was silent, but then, as faint as it could be, there it was. Thump. Thump. The fluttering chorus of a tiny heartbeat. Cloudgale leaned back, appraising her sister with an amused and congratulatory purr. "Well, you're certainly not sick, Fallensnow. You're pregnant." She mewed, reaching out with her tail tip to brush the white warrior's flank. "Congratulations."
Glaciercrest | Warrior | Warrior's Den | Littlebird | mentions Blackfrost, Swiftstrike The sudden sharp pain in his tail was enough to jolt Glaciercrest out of his already restless slumber. He stared blearily at the cat in front of him, and for a moment, his confused brain saw the cat he wanted to see instead. A sleek black molly with green eyes. Blackfrost? No, it wasn't. While dark-furred, this cat was brown, not black, and her eyes were amber. She was also much smaller than Blackfrost had been. Tiny. Little? Littlebird. He decided, though he wasn't sure if he was asking or telling himself. The tom found it difficult to identify his Clanmates these days.
As Littlebird rambled on about seals, Glaciercrest regarded the younger warrior with a look that mixed incredulousness with complete and utter confusion, as if his brain was trying to process exactly why he had been awakened, and if this was some fresh new punishment StarClan had prepared for him. No cat knew why Glaciercrest would think that StarClan would want to punish him, and if he told himself, he would probably tell himself he was behaving irrationally. Unfortunately, rational thinking was not included in Glaciercrest's repertoire this past moon. The tom had been plagued with guilt over his mate's swift and sudden death, and he secretly believed that it was his feelings for the clan's deputy that he had long harbored that had led to Blackfrost's demise. Now that she was gone, those feelings had risen up once more, combining with his own self-loathing and deteriorating physical state, into a deadly combination of self-destructive behavior.
Finally, he seemed to find his words. "Seals. Right. Purple." He mewed slowly, enunciating each word as if to make sure it was real, and that he was truly saying it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he opened them, his pale blue gaze was steely, with an almost manic light behind them. "Do not. Wake me. To talk about seals." He mewed in a low rumble. It would almost be a reminder of the formidable warrior he had once been, if not for the half-crazed look he had acquired in the recent moon.
He had never been a snappy cat. He'd always been one of the most compassionate and generous toms in the Clan. Yet a moon of grief had changed him, and he doubted he scarcely knew friend from foe now. Even his own clanmates looked at him differently, but he didn't care. He wrapped his tail around his eyes and turned away from the younger molly, making it clear their conversation, if it could be called that, was over.
Featherheart | Warrior | Fresh-kill Pile | Windpaw | mentions Swanflight, Northpaw, Stormcry Almost as if on cue, her apprentice's white and silver form hared out of the apprentice's den at full speed, barreling straight towards her, and Featherheart was impressed the young cat even managed to stop before she careened into her. Swanflight's older litter, just recently apprenticed, were certainly a handful, but Featherheart couldn't ask for anything more than the little bundle of optimism and energy bounding around her. Though her best years as a warrior were now behind her, Windpaw's enthusiasm was contagious, and it made the older gray and white molly feel just a little bit younger.
She allowed the young cat to prance around a bit longer, then lightly batted at her ears with her tail. "Windpaw! You're more fidgety than fox in a fit this morning!" She chided gently, though the amusement in her eyes belied any true annoyance. She looked down at the hare, and shook her head slightly, ears twitching modestly. "It was pretty slow. It almost seemed as if it was more scared of the ice than it was of me." She mewed as she pawed the still white-furred form. "I was going to take this to Swanflight and her kits, but if you'd like a leg for breakfast, you can have it. Then, we're off hunting." She mewed crisply. The day was young, and she was ready get on with training.
Her gaze flitted towards Stormcry, finishing up his own meal by the warrior's den, and her gaze met the gray warrior's in greeting. "Why don't we hunt with Stormcry and Northpaw today?" She suggested. "I'm sure you're interested in seeing how your brother is coming along, and you can show him that new lemming hunting pounce you learned. With luck, we can find a ptarmigan, so I can show you some team hunting techniques." Though they weren't even out on the ice yet, she was already planning ahead, thinking of the best ways to enrich her apprentice's day out in the tundra.
Sunpool | Warrior | Camp | Antlerpaw Sunpool looked up as Antlerpaw joined her outside the apprentice's den, and greeted him with a purr. "Good morning, Antlerpaw." She dropped the lemming at his paws. "Hungry?" She leaned back to allow him to eat, fondness brightening her gaze as she looked at her apprentice. Sunpool was a strict and no-nonsense mentor who expected excellence from her apprentices. She'd mentored many of the Clan's young warriors over the seasons, and Antlerpaw had been up to her standards. The past four moons she'd spent with the tom had shown her that he was a hard worker, and determined to be the best warrior he could. These were qualities that impressed her.
His second comment brought a sigh to the small molly, as she gazed up at the sun. It seemed particularly bright today, with its piercing rays casting right into their camp. There wasn't much cover to begin with on the tundra, and their camp was mainly fortified by large rocky outcroppings and reinforced with arctic moss and lichen. While it was great to keep the wind out, it did nothing against the sun, and on a day like this, they had little choice to escape the heat other than to hide in the shade of their dens. "It is." She agreed, "And you would think snow would keep us all a bit cooler. But Ice-melt has always been warm, and slushy snow isn't keeping us from battle training. I'm going to teach you the wolverine defense today." Though they lived in the remote tundra, GlacierClan had it's own fair share of predators, from arctic foxes and wolves, bears both white and brown, wolverines, and at night, ghostly snowy owls. In addition, elks and moose, while not predators, were ill tempered and more than willing to charge a cat foolish enough to get in its way. Battle training was just as important here in the tundra.
Stormcry | Warrior | Camp | Featherheart, Windpaw | mentions Northpaw As he finished the remains of his grouse, Stormcry looked up to see Northpaw approaching the fresh-kill pile, and the warrior let out a grunt of approval. He was up early. Northpaw's training had been...lukewarm, for lack of a better term. On one hand, he seemed just fine picking up fighting moves. On the other hand, trying to get the young tom to perform even the most basic hunting moves seemed impossible. While his sister had already moved on to grouse hunting, Stormcry was still trying to get Northpaw to master the hunting crouch. Without proper stalking technique, it would be impossible to catch anything. Of course, it was still early days yet, and the new apprentice was committed, at least. Stormcry was sure that it was nerves at work, and that once he got past his mental block, he would be just fine.
He rose from his position and padded to where Featherheart was sitting with Windpaw. From the look his clanmate had given him, she had some plan in mind for training today. Hopefully, some training with his sister could be helpful for Northpaw. Seeing another apprentice do the same moves could be encouraging, and hopefully see a breakthrough in whatever was keeping Northpaw from his potential. He nodded in greeting to the pair, and Featherheart's replying mew confirmed his thoughts. He glanced back at Northpaw, before accepting the proposal. Northpaw still needed to work on fundamentals, but but some training together could definitely be helpful.
Dawnpaw | Apprentice | Camp | Iceshadow | mentions Rainstar, Swiftstrike, Skypaw, Windpaw Iceshadow's arrival was a welcome one, and Dawnpaw turned towards her mentor as he joined her in camp, returning from a dawn patrol. She waited diligently for him to place his prey on the pile, then turn to speak to her, and at his words, excitement flared in her emerald gaze. "Yes please, Iceshadow!" She mewed eagerly, fur bristling in anticipation. This is what she'd been waiting for, for so long! "Can we go right now? I'm not hungry, I can eat later. Do we need to say anything to Rainstar?" Her questions came out in an uncontrollable tumble as she glanced over to where her mother was conversing with her mentor's littermate. Her gaze briefly met Swiftstrikes, and she let out a small purr of pride. Her mother would be so excited when she found out!
She turned her gaze back to her mentor, feathery tail sweeping through the sticky snow. If her paws were buzzing before, they were fidgeting now, tugging her out into the ice, where she knew that one assessment remained between her and her full name. While she normally scoffed at Skypaw and Windpaw for getting overexcited, for once in her life, it was Dawnpaw who was filled with restless energy. She also had the tendency to get a bit ahead of herself, and she was already thinking up potential warrior names in her head. To Dawnpaw, the assessment was already a foregone conclusion. She was an impeccable hunter, and even in the slush, she was sure she could track down the requisite prey effectively.
Swanflight & Streamkit | Queen & Kit | Nursery | Lilackit | mentions Moosekit, Northpaw, Windpaw Swanflight's attention turned to her side as the faint but steady mew of Lilackit rose out of her nest. A purr rumbled deep inside her as she knelt down to nuzzle her smaller daughter. While she usually had her hands full with Streamkit, she often worried about Lilackit in the complete opposite way. She was tiny and unsteady, and incredibly shy. Whereas she often fretted that Streamkit was going to cause trouble, she often worried that Lilackit would end up getting in trouble. "Good morning, Little One." She purred affectionately, flicking her gaze across the nursery. "Make sure your sister doesn't try running off the first chance she gets." She mewed, watching fondly as the white kit promptly scampered over to her sister.
The last of the litter was still asleep, and Swanflight nudged him good-naturedly. Whereas Streamkit and Lilackit were on opposite ends of the trouble spectrum, the little Moose was right in the middle. She was sure he would keep an eye on both of his sisters growing up, and when they became apprentices in two moons, they would have Northpaw and Windpaw to watch over them. Her older kits had just become apprentices, and she was keen on hearing about their experiences. She resolved to go and speak with them as soon as Moosekit awoke.
Meanwhile, Streamkit had been thumping at the moss boll grumpily, still pouting that she was stuck in the nursery. She was 4 moons old, almost an apprentice! Yet, it seemed their mother didn't trust them out of the den without some cat to watch them. As if she would cause mischief the moment she set paw outside! Of course, knowing Streamkit, there was a good chance of that, though the young white flecked molly would never admit to it. The quavering mew of Lilackit caused her to look up, and her mood brightened almost instantly. "You're finally up!" She delivered a mighty thump to the ball, and watched it sail through the nursery, quickly dashing after it. "Moss ball's boring without anyone to play with. Maybe there will be come new kits soon!" The nursery had actually been quite full in the past 4 moons, but with Rainstar's kits and Owlpaw being apprenticed, alongside Swanflight's older litter, the youngest kits had lost most of their playmates. Streamkit batted the ball again, this time passing it towards Lilackit.
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