Journey to New Lands (Open)

Ashfeather walks over to his kit and gently licks the top of his head. "Are you all right?" He questioned as he examines Emberkit. He looks back at Foxpaw and gives him a small nod. "Thank you."

Whisperingbreeze walked over to sniff over Foxpaw, her tail flicking slightly. "I... I'm not a medicine cat, but I've watched Mistflight before.", she said, looking over Foxpaw's burnt paw. "We need comfrey, but I have no idea how we'll find any here.", she said, looking around, her ears pinned back slightly in stress, before she stood, and called out over the cats. "Is there anyone that could help find some comfrey?", she called, hoping someone would be able to while she stayed with Foxpaw to see what else she could possibly do. "And marigold, we don't want the paw becoming infected.", she said, drawing on every memory she had of being fixed up, or the time she spent in the medicine cat after she'd broken her leg as a kit.

Sleekfeather was sure Rabbitpaw would be ok now, turning back to return to the group of her Clanmates. She glanced out across the territory, almost hoping that a huge group of cats would come, be reunited with family. But she knew that wasn't likely.

Sleekfeather turned sharply at the sound of a new cat, watching him warily. She heard a few of her Clanmates murmur worriedly, and she put herself between them and the black-and-white tom.

Whisperingbreeze hadn’t glanced up until he mentioned the herbs, standing up. “We need all the help we can get.”, she said, knowing they didn’t have the time or resources to be picky or standoffish. Foxpaw’s burnt foot would be a huge detriment if they didn’t get the right herbs on it immediately.

She looked at Mooneye, hoping he would understand her desperation. There was already so few of them; they needed to do whatever they could to save those still there.

Haven

“I’m not sure we’re in a position to care what the price is.”, Whisperingbreeze said. “Not to mention, as small as our group is now, he’s one cat.”, she said. At least, she hoped he was only one cat. They didn’t need to have to deal with a rogue group on top of everything else.

“We’ll just have to see.”, she concluded, watching where Domino had disappeared. She hoped he’d be back soon, as they needed to get herbs on Foxpaw’s paw as soon as they possibly could.

Haven

Character Sheet
Name: Callalily
Sex/Gender: She-Cat
Age: Young Adult (Kits, juvenile, young adult, adult, elder)
Rank: Loner (to be Warrior) (Kit, Apprentice, Warrior, Elder)
Pelt Color & Markings: Calico with white paws, black tail tip.
Eye Color: Light Blue
Additional Physical Attributes:
Picture:https://imgur.com/a/7FUuBso
Personality: Callalily is very adventurous and curious, always looking for adventure or something new.
Strengths: Callalily is very independent, able to fend for herself. She has a passable knowledge of herbs passed down by her mother, and picked up from other cats during her travels.
Weaknesses: She can be a bit standoffish at times, and doesn’t quite know when to back down from a fight. It’s a wonder she hasn’t been seriously injured or scared.
Family: Open to any
Sexuality: Bisexual
Mate: Open to a Mate
History: Callalily was born far from where she lives currently, having traveled from her birth forest to the stream she lives by now. She has always been a loner, the last time she was with other cats being her littermates and mother.
Additional Information: none

Mothfeather | Haven , runningsky123 , march (if your still interested in the roleplay, you can have Weaseltail and Softpaw join the others a little later!)

Mothfeather ran as fast as her legs would carry her, but the flood was outpacing her quick. She'd nearly reached a ledge near the base of the Mountain Steps, when a wave swept her up, dragging her head under the water. Helpless against the current, her claws scrambled frantically for a foothold in the dirt and mud. Miraculously, she snagged on a large rock and managed to drag herself out of water, nearly slipping on it's slick surface. Mothfeather immediately raced further up the rocky outcrop, gasping and tightening her grasp as another cold wave crashed against her hindquarters.

As soon as she struggled far up enough to be safe from the water's grasp, Mothfeather fell to the ground, flanks heaving. "Weaseltail! Softpaw!" she half called, half wailed. Mothfeather had lost sight of them at the beginning their escape, and now, as her eyes scanned the dark, glinting waters, she saw no sign of them. For a while, she waited, shivering and staring down at the now flooded meadow, unable to wrap her head around the tragedy.

At last, she gathered her strength and pulled herself off the ground, her soaked, muddy pelt heavy and her paws heavier. Her steps quickened as she caught the scent of her Clanmates, a small hope fluttering in her chest. "Mooneye!" she gasped as she broke into the clearing. "And Whisperingbreeze..." her voice trailed off. There didn't seem to be any other MeadowClan cats, and there was only a pawful of cats from other clans. "Is this everyone that made it...?"


Slatepaw 

Slatepaw blinked slowly, not sure what to say. "I guess it's just hard to believe they're all gone so suddenly," he said absently. StoneClan was lost, his home drowned. He would never again hunt with his clanmates, or hear Rippletongue scold him for getting himself hurt. He would never compete with Redpaw or Daisypaw again, nor be welcomed as a StoneClan warrior alongside his peers.

After a moment, Slatepaw dug his claws into ground and said, mostly to himself, "What are we going to do now?" He wasn't sure if he was referring more to his sudden lack of purpose, or the prophecy Cloudswirl had given him. Frustration, or grief, or something began to bubble up inside of him, making his tail twitch. "Any why would StarClan send messages to some random warriors? It doesn't make any sense!" he hissed suddenly. Slatepaw paused, letting his fur lie flat again. "I'm sorry, I'm sure there's a reason..." His eyes clouded over as he retreated back into his thoughts, too distracted to consider explaining further.

"I suppose..." Goldenheart began, "Maybe there was no way to save them.. or maybe..." Goldenheart looked up at the stars as if looking for answers, "Maybe... we really do have to leave it all behind. Our clans are over and we just have us now."

His voice was quiet and low. Any louder and he would likely betray the tremble he felt inside him. He didn't have the answers, but being Slatepaw's mentor allowed him some strength to hold onto. It was easier thinking of him than his dead sisters or mother. "It's been a lot today. I'm going to hunt, but if it isn't making you feel better to have that purpose, then you can rest."

Sootfeather

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"Mothfeather!" Mooneye started. He looked around, searching for her sister and feeling that gaping well in his chest grow almost large enough to swallow him. "It's just us so far... none of the clans faired very well. About 3 from each clan... except for Stoneclan, they only had two show up so far. Then there are two outcasts and a loner."

As if by magic, the other black tom slid out of the shadows to drop a mouthful of herbs down before retreating back to one of the ledges. He seemed to prefer keeping space between him and the clan cats. His stub of a tail twitched, "Domino is the name, and you'll find enough there to treat a few burns."

runningsky123

Character Sheet
Name: Rainsong
Sex/Gender: Tom
Age: Adult
Rank: Warrior
Pelt Color & Markings: Rainsong is a dark grey tom with light grey spots, muzzle, and chest.
Eye Color: Light Blue
Additional Physical Attributes:
Picture: imgur.com/a/mgOAMOl
Personality: Rainsong is a very reserved tom, though not shy or introverted. He’s very friendly, but most don’t get to know his inner feelings or thoughts. He is incredibly loyal to his Clan, and would lay down his life for any of his Clanmates in a heartbeat.
Strengths: Exceptionally good swimmer for a MeadowClan cat, agile, good at hunting.
Weaknesses: Not as fast as his fellow Clanmates, can be a bit clumsy at times.
Family: Runningcloud (mother, deceased), Mooneye (cousin). Open to a MireClan cat as his father.
Sexuality: Questioning
Mate: Open
History: Rainsong was born and raised in MeadowClan, though his parentage is questionable. His mother was sisters with Mooneye’s mother, making the two cousins. His father, however, was never confirmed, as no MeadowClan toms seemed to be close enough to his mother Runningcloud to be his father. This especially ramped up when he grew old enough to leave camp, and his swimming skills were noticed, leading many to believe his father is a MireClan cat.
Additional Information:

Haven

“You can lay next to him to keep him warm, and get some sleep yourself.”, Whisperingbreeze said gently. “We’ll probably be leaving in the morning, and everyone needs to rest up.”, she said, flicking her tail across the apprentice’s shoulder. “If you do wake up during the night, press your nose to his to check for a fever if you remember. If not, I’ll try and do the same.”, she said. She had a feeling a good night’s rest wasn’t in her future.

Sleekfeather had passed through the small group of MireClan cats that had survived, making sure they were all uninjured, also suggesting they all rest for the start of their journey the next day. She glanced out across what had once been the Clan’s territories, now just a huge lake, before clenching her eyes shut in grief. They’d lost so many good cats, and so many friends, family. She turned when she felt fur brush against hers, leaning back into her sister as Mapletail came to stand beside her.

At least they had each other still.

Whisperingbreeze headed back over to the other two MeadowClan cats when she finished with Foxpaw, having heard Mothfeather’s words as she worked. She leaned against Mooneye slightly, hoping to comfort him slightly. If Silvermane had gone towards the lake, there was not much hope she’d made it.

“Maybe Weaseltail and Softpaw made it up somewhere else on the mountain.”, she said softly, hoping that it was true. They couldn’t be the last three MeadowClan cats that survived.

But if they were, at least they had survived. Whisperingbreeze had to try and find something good, or she wouldn’t be able to handle what had happened.

Sootfeather

"Okay," Rabbitpaw mewled, laying next to her brother.

"Loners get scrapes and fevers too," Domino answered with a good-humored mrrow, his stubby tail flicked again at the memory of his loss of it. "An old cat who lived at the campground taught me some of it, and I've chatted with the old medicine cat from Stoneclan for the rest. I know enough to get by."

Mooneye had gone quiet upon hearing news of his mate. The one eyed tom silently turned back towards the new lake and laid down to stare out over it. He would be there for the rest of the night, ignoring anyone who spoke to him and pretending to have been asleep. This was his vigil.

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Goldenheart didn't let Slatepaw go far before he affectionally butted against him with his great, big head.

He was far more affectionate.

About an hour past before Goldenheart led the way back with a couple fat mice and a snake. Upon seeing the new male he hissed and dropped the offerings.

Domino startled and turned to see the big, golden tabby. "Goldenheart... nice to see you. The scar looks nice."

"What are you doing here?"

"He's coming with us," Halfstep stepped between them, seeing how smart it was that Domino stayed up above them on the ledges. Meanwhile she was hardly half as large as Goldenheart and if the tom wanted to make a move, she could hardly stop him, "Just calm down."

Whisperingbreeze turned slightly when Mooneye turned and walked a few steps away, turning and following, sitting down beside him. She knew they all needed rest, but she also knew he would want to sit vigil for Silvermane. For all of their Clanmates. She sat silently beside him, gazing out over the new lake. It was so strange, how serene it looked now, having somewhat settled from its surge into the valley. There was no more fire, no more smoke except that lingering around. The only light was the stars and moon reflecting off the huge body of water where their territory had once been. It seemed too peaceful for what had happened that night.

Sleekfeather finally turned away from the lake, she and Mapletail walking over to their Clanmates and laying down, tucked into a ball together, both exhausted now that the adrenaline of their escape had worn off. While they wanted to sit vigil, they were exhausted, like everyone else, and they needed their rest for the journey ahead. Sleekfeather made a quiet plan to say a few words the next morning, maybe have a time of silence to make up for their lack of a vigil.

Haven

(Also, I’m ready for a skip till the morning whenever! I can post a starter for Rainsong once we do)

Haven Slightdapple ooh you know what? It might be fun if Honeykit finds Rainsong unconscious, if you’re alright with that Slight