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"Oh!" Cloudberry's ears pricked as she noticed Coppertwist, "well, good to have another pair of paws." She mustered up a warm look for the warrior, glancing at Birchfog from the corner of her eye. One Breezeclan cat was intense enough, but two? Stars above. She also had the sneaking suspicion that Mothwind and by extension, under the sharp eyes of Coppertwist himself, doubt on her ability to take care of issues was abound.

The she-cat bit back a sigh, ruffling up her fur against the slight breeze. More paws were good! Just focus on that.



The elder inclined their head to the apprentice, stalling for a long moment as they cast about for the young cat's name, "...Pebblepaw. I'm fine, worry about yourself." Cragfur mewed at last, though not unkindly. They always did have a soft spot for the young ones.

Mothwind's voice cut across the clearing, singling out the elder and the small group nearby. They held their tongue till Mothwind was well out of sight, and then let out a loud grumbling sigh. Cragfur could appreciate the she-cat's quote on quote passion- to an extent. But they were half convinced if the Breezeclan deputy was any more wound up, her ears would pop straight off her head! Nevertheless, the elder put their paws underneath themself, shaking out their dull coat with another muttered curse.

Hi Jaybun! - I've pretty much stop rping here, but I've loved the plot and everything, so I'd really love a second change. I ask that you delete my current chracter, but If it's still open (And I compltely understand if it's too late and I can't join, so no pressure) I'd like to create a new character. Thanks so much for your consideration.

ofc!! i'll take down minty. feel free to rejoin whenever! Nettle

Sorry it's been a minute. Happy to see lots of new faces around! =^.^=

Stoatpaw - Herb Hunting - Birchfog, Cloudberry, Coppertwist

The brown tom searched through his little brain for the smell of borage, "Um, is that one more sweet? Or, no, is it bitter? I really just remember the purple flowers and hairy stems. They kinda look like weird little flower porcupines if you think about it..." as Stoatpaw rambled a bit about the looks of borage, he was caught a off guard by the sudden presence of the reddish brown tom in their patrol. Stoatpaw hadn't socialized much, especially outside of his clan, so he wasn't too comfortable with most of the non Marshclan cats. The medicine cats, elders, and queens were pretty much the only ones he spent time with. As the tom approached, he lost whatever confidence he was starting to portray. "Oh hi. Um, what's your name again?" He looked up at the tom's blue eyes with his wide yellow ones, his tail slowly dropping.

Shadestep - Camp - Yewpaw, Cragfur, Pebblepaw, mentions Mothwind

Shadestep flicked her tail in annoyance at Mothwind's demands. She was not unfamiliar with these as the she-cat was her deputy in Breezeclan, but even there she cared little for the deputy's directions. Often she was only commanded to do whatever she had been doing, as the black she-cat often had the insight to know what needed to be done. It simply felt redundant and showy to the older she-cat, though she supposed that was because the deputy always seemed to have something to prove. Ever since she found out about the cat's heritage, Shadestep was able to key into how so many frivolous interactions were based solely on Mothwind and Coppertwist's half-clan status. She and her sibling Birchfog faced some of the same struggles having been born outside the clan, though seemingly to a lesser intensity. It appeared to Shadestep that to be born outside and join the clan was better than being born of two Clan bloodlines, probably for the questionability of loyalty or whatever. It was all a bunch of clan hogwash to her.

Regardless, Shadestep stood up from behind Yewpaw. "Well then, I suppose we should get out of the camp and get some fresh air. Pebblepaw was it? I'd be happy to check out this area of moss you've seen. That sound like a wonderful place to start." the black she-cat readied the apprentices and elder to head out of the camp. As Shadow diverted to join the party, Shadestep caught him before he got too close. "Why don't you stay out of sight but in earshot. I don't need Yewpaw going into another emotional spell with you here." the she cat met the tom's eyes with an intensity she didn't normally carry. She did not know exactly what was going on in this family of Creekclan cats, but she didn't want to continue the drama if she could help it. She was a little irritated that Mothwing had sent him specifically on this patrol for exactly that reason. Shadestep gave a stern nod, then turned to help lead the moss gathering patrol. "Alright Pebblepaw, why don't you lead the way?" she said to the smaller silver tom.


Amberheart chuckled to her sister as they followed the Creekclan cats out of the camp. "I don't think I could see anything but the number of fleas on his tail" she snorted.

Skyfall, hearing some quiet laughing between the sisters, gave their tail a flick in amusement, which had the side effect of bapping Amberheart in the face.

"Hey watch where you point that thing!" she exclaimed through a mouthful of fur. She batted the silver tail with her orange paws.

"Oh, sorry, not used to being in front" the silver cat was a tad slow with his limp and it caused him to fall just a few steps behind in formation, enough to bap the she-cat with their tail apparently. "Why don't I just take the rear?" they let the she-cats pass by, eyeing them with intrigue. before picking back up in the rear of the patrol.

Amberheart shivered as they locked yellow eyes for just a moment before passing by him. "Gosh they are just a wierdo" she huffed to her sister under her breathe.

Skyfall, trying to make casual conversation, picked up as if nothing had happened. "So what's everybody's favorite prey? I'm preferential to squirrels personally" he mused aloud.

This time he couldn't stifle his amusement, glancing back at the rest of the group with crescented-eyes. "Prey, Skyfall really?" Hawkheart teased the other tom, with a grin, feeling lighter than he had in quite a while. And with that realization brought a sense of melancholy he quickly shrug away.

Hawkheart turned to the area around them, looking this way and that as they began to officially cross into Breezeclan territory.

Is it too late to join this?

Hawkheart hummed to Rowanfern's question, eyes flicking about the territory in view once more, "I'm partial to checking the general area, briefly. If that's amenable to all of you?"

He was well aware of his deputy's (and oh, didn't that feel strange to think?) philosophy when it came to leadership. But Hawkheart had always preferred a collaborative approach...though Creekclan's former leader may have had something to do with that. But even here, he couldn't find it in himself to order these cats, possibly to their death, with the same level of stoic command he'd seen other leaders do in the past. They'd all lost enough without adding control on top of it.

Having said what she wanted, Mothwind decided it was best to ignore Falconeye by now. Instead, she focused on Honeydusk's words. Even though she suggested prey would likely returned to where the fires originally started, she still slowed her pace and kept her senses sharp for any signs otherwise. In an effort of kindness, she did not draw attention to the warrior's faltering words. They all knew the feeling of being pushed from their homes and she doubted, united in survival as they were, that the former Oakclan she-cat would take well to words of comfort- it might be taken as pity.

"Something has moved in," she murmured. Straining, she could hear noise on wood. Whether it was a bird or rodent, it sounded too soft to be a predator, she wasn't entirely sure. Swiveling her ears in an effort to track the sound, the mentor in her glanced down to assess Wrenpaw's reaction.

[Phantom || Outskirts || open to interact]

A squirrel nibbled away at a nut on the ground. Unknown to it, a pair of eyes burned into it's tiny body. Phantom stared from the foliage and the shadows, waiting and plotting. He hadn't been very fortunate in regards to food today, which his stomach reminded him with a low rumble.

'You can do this,' he thought to himself, trying to build a sense of confidence over his frustration and unease. He slowly slithered through the grass, body pressed low to the ground and his ears were twitching ever so slightly. He listened to every single shift in movement and felt his mouth water as he crept so close...

He was almost there... but it seemed like luck had other plans today. Phantom crept forward and placed a back paw down, expecting smooth ground and instead getting a thorn in his paw. He yelped, both startled and in pain, and the tiny furry creature darted off. He sprang forward and attempted to catch it. Unfortunately he quickly fell behind it since he was limping. He stopped as he watched it run off, frustration and anger bubbling in him as he sat down. Phantom dug around for a few seconds before finding the offender lodged in between his toes. Phantom's pelt bristled in frustration as he washed the area. Luckily it wasn't a large or severe wound, and it would heal on its own. Still, his pride and stomach ached. He was usually pretty good at hunting, but today just felt like rotten luck.

The hunting had been enough for him to survive this moon on his own. That's how long it had been since he left his father and the group of loners to find the place in his dreams. It had been difficult and he had no luck finding this place so far. What if he was just going in circles and doing this for nothing? He shook his head slightly, frowning at the thought as he stood back up and continued to walk through the territory. "Dad said that it was a sign from my ancestors, and I need to trust them. Sooner or later I'll find it." He mumbled quietly to himself in an attempt to reassure himself, though it brought no ease to the doubts in his mind.

Can Aldersong interact? :3

Of course!

• Pumpkinswipe • In clearing with Dapplefeather • Open for any interactions •

Pumpkinswipe looked at Dapplefeather nervously. “I-I know i’m not the only cat here, Dapplefeather. I just sat down for a rest in the sun, can I do that?” The sweet she-cat asked hastily, flicking her tail. She didn’t like getting scolded by anyone. She always wanted to do the right thing. “And I’m planning on going on a patrol soon if that helps.” She smiled weakly. She put her head down in shame after being called out for being happy and go-lucky. “I-i’ll try better. I promise-“ She put her paws on her face nervously.

(OOC: STARCLAN that took so long to write)