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[jaylen]

The sun rose with the promise of yet another good day. With leafbare having ended only a few moons ago the forest was working hard to sprout its greenery. Prey had begun returning and the chill breeze was replaced with one much warmer and welcoming. What little snow remained was slowly melting into the ground and the frost was all gone. The joys of newleaf would also bring dogs out from their twoleg nests and foxes in search of a good meal, keeping the cats on alert during even the best days. A small price to pay for the safety and security of the clan.

Duststar woke with the dawn as usual with soft light filtering into his den from the entrance while the hanging linchen doing little to block it. The heat had penetrated the tree in which he laid, warming every corner and pleasing the tom who still laid in the mossy bed. With a single yawn, Duststar rose to his paws and arched his back in a stretch, feeling his muscles relax and unwind from a troubling sleep. The day may have been peaceful, but his sleep surely wasn't. Images of the blazing sun with a cat running towards it was stuck in his head. Had he been dreaming too much? As he stepped out passed the linchen and into the light of dawn that rested over the camp, Duststar shoved the dream out of his thoughts. There were more pressing matters to be dealt with. The leafbare had been hard with little prey and now was the time to make the clan plump once more. With a quick wash, the tom padded over towards the warriors den and poked his head in, scanning the cats who laid before him. There was a need for a dawn patrol and they could hunt of the way back. "Mossfur, Rowanclaw, wake up!" He hissed quietly, prodding the two with a paw. He didn't want to wake the others if he didn't have to. Once the two had rose Duststar lead the way out of the den and turned to face his warriors. "I'd like you to take the dawn patrol. Rowanclaw, take Sandpaw with you. Hunt on your way back if you will." His orders were absolute and the tom expected them to follow. With a single nod at them both, Duststar turned and made his way to the fresh kill pile, which was rather small. The tom released a single sigh before picking a vole and returning to his tree, resting in the shade provided by its branches. Duststar ate slowly as he watched his camp and wondered about his dream. Had been a word from Starclan? A prophecy perhaps? If it was, what did it mean? The dream showed no sign of danger which was something at least. His clan would live in peace a while longer. As he thought about it more, the tom realized how small the cat had been. An apprentice maybe? There were no small warriors in Tangleclan so it must be.

The tom finished his vole in a few hungry gulps but stayed where he laid. If it was an apprentice, which one would it be? And why were they running into the sun? His mind was ablaze with questions that held no answers and Duststar tilted his head upwards towards his ancestors. He silently pleaded them to explain the dream but part of him knew they wouldn't. Perhaps the medicine cat had the dream as well? They'd be able to tell him what it meant.
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[deianeira]

Seabourne
Rowanclaw awoke with a start. "That had been such a good dream," he grumbled to himself. While newleaf was approaching, the forest still hadn't completely recovered, and the tom's recent nights had been filled with images of mice, and voles, and squirrels. Other cats might think that the joy of newleaf would wear off by his age, but in reality he was just as excited as every kit and apprentice.
Finally taking the initiative to see who had woken him up, Rowanclaw noticed Duststar standing above him with his paw raised. 'Ah, this must be the culprit,' he thought to himself. As Duststar ordered he, Sandpaw, and Mossfur to go on dawn patrol, Rowanclaw stretched languidly, nodding in response. "You've got it," he replied, "I'll go wake Sandpaw." The tom nodded quickly in Mossfur's direction, asking her to wait where they were currently standing.
Making his way towards the apprentice den, Rowanclaw took time to appreciate the coming of Newleaf. It was true that prey and foliage had still not completely recovered, but the warm heat of the sun, even at such an early hour, was much welcomed. 'Sure is good weather to take a nap in the sun,' he thought to himself.
Rowanclaw peeked inside the Apprentice's Den. Sandpaw was easy to make out, what with her bright pelt color. He and his apprentice got on quite well. Their personalities, likes, and dislikes were similar, and the young she-cat was an adept student, other than the few occasions in which she could be a bit of a handful, even for an equally enthusiastic cat such as Rowanclaw. Prodding at her much more gently than what he had received from Dustpelt a few moments before, the tom quietly meowed a "Wake up!" As soon as he noticed the apprentice was lucid, he turned tail on the Den and spoke to her. "We're on dawn patrol with Mossfur this morning. Let's go."

 

[Seabourne]

Mossfur​

Mossfur woke easy, taking a quick stretch and giving her paws a couple licks before following Rowanclaw out of the warriors den. While she waits for Rowanclaw to retrieve his apprentice, she enjoys the feeling of the sun on her fur, and the scent of morning dew. Looking about the camp, she feels glad to be able to do her part to protect them by going on the dawn patrol, and holds her head just a bit higher. A glance towards the apprentice's den tells her it's almost time to go, and she watches Rowanclaw slip quietly inside to wake Sandpaw.

She laughs softly to herself, readying herself to have her ears talked off by the chatty young cat. Mossfur loves conversation, but Sandpaw takes it to a different level, oftentimes going for long rants that are hard to follow. She's happy Rowanclaw will be there to control her somewhat, as patrols are supposed to keep the noise down, even if talking isn't forbidden. Though she knows Rowanclaw is far from silent, she also has no doubt that he is committed to training a good warrior due to his unwavering loyalty.

She gives the apprentice's den another look, just in time to see Sandpaw burst from within, skidding to a stop.

Sandpaw​

Sandpaw's tail twitches, the scent of mouse thick and fresh as she readied to pounce. She stiffened, prepared to take the leap that would put the mouse in her claws. "Wake up!" rings through her ears and she opens her eyes to the familiar sight of her nest, her mentor standing above her. Rowanclaw explains that she'll be joining the dawn patrol, and and she quickly gets up, full of excitement despite still feeling a bit groggy. She shakes her head to wake up a bit and clambers out of her nest, darting out into the open, and looks back waiting for Rowanclaw to emerge.

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[Cosmic_Flare]

Charmclaw​

Sitting in the center of camp, the beautiful She cat lifted her nose to the sky. The sun warming her thick fur. Eyes closed, she inhaled, breathing in the fresh air that followed newleaf.

Every morning she was there, her multicolored eyes awaiting the shimmer of the sun to peek through the trees. As it rose, so did she, standing tall. Shaking the dew from her pelt, she opened her eyes and trotted to the bush near the back of the camp. Soft scents of other cats filled her nose, and she followed them. Glancing in, she smiled at the young life growing with the cover of foliage. Hearing pawsteps, she glanced up, her ears tall, only to see her leader gathering a few other warriors for patrol.

Duststar. A incredible cat, and a handsome one at that. Charmclaw has gotten her name for good reason, but it seemed as though her charms hadn’t caught any Tom cat recently. Of course, she wasn’t so disrespectful as to flirt with their leader straight on, but she might slip in a few remarks here and there. It was part of her game, a cute, innocent game she liked to play.

Coming up behind the scarred Duststar, she greeted him with a soft meow. “Good morning Duststar. The sun is quite warm today. I’m sure more prey will come out.” She gestured to their small kill pile. Noticing he was deep in thought, she sighed. “Duststar, is something bothering you?” She wrapped her tail around her feet as she sat down.

SwiftRain​

Roars filled the air, the cries of felines and canines the only sound in her ears. Blood splattering her white coat, mud caking from her chest, and sweat dripping from her chin, SwiftRain was covered in filth. She wasn’t the only one, a quick look to the fighting creatures around her telling her that. It didn’t matter though. She needed to find something. Someone. Just as she had thought it, she turned, seeing a huge black dog. It’s red eyes bored into her soul, it’s huge teeth shining in the moonlight. Terrified, SwiftRain stumbled back, falling back into the mud. She looked down as pain shot through her body, the dog’s paw on her leg. It’s cakes dig through her fur, past her skin, into her muscle. She yelled, her claws out. Hissing at it in fear, she could practically feel it’s maw around her neck, tearing her life from her bones and forcing her to join her sisters in the sky. She closed her eyes for a moment. Just a moment. That’s all it took. A bark filled the air, but there was no pain. Opening her eyes, she gasped, seeing a light brown tomcat attached to the face of the dog. Standing weakly, she screamed. “STONEHAWK NO!!”


“Mama?”
SwiftRain jumped in terror, her body shaking. “Mama stop wiggling.” A soft voice whined at her, and she looked down to the small kitten at her belly. “Stonekit?” The tony creature clawed at her belly gently, then purred. “Mama I’m sleepy.” Slipping his head beneath her legs the little one curled up and returned to sleeping. Sitting up, she smiled a bit. “My sweet Stonekit...” Leaning her head down, she gently cleaned him, allowing him to rest. She wouldn’t be sleeping, however. No... she wouldn’t be sleeping for a while.

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[Acethekidd]

Reed

"Wait! Get back here!" Reed's paws pounded the earth as he ran through the floors of this strange forset. The mysterious cat he chasing had seem to vanish...again. The brown town slide on his paws and found his self in the middle of four big tree. Mist had covered the noisey air and it kinda started to creep him out some. "Ok..this is something new.." he took a few steps up, taking a good look at his surroundings. Reed didn't trust this, so he proceeded with caution. Next, his ear twitched to the side and threw his self around. There she was...

A beautiful soft brown and white she- cat with emerald green eyes. Reed could feel a big lump in his thoart when he started to get his words out." H-hello miss. Who might you be?" The she-cat said nothing and only giggled. "Your finally here. Will you stay? Or will you leave?"

what? What did she mean by that? Stay or leave. " I umm...huh?" A harsh breeze begin to blow his soft fur." Geez, what's going on now." Something made him turn around and when he did....everything started to get swallowed by darkness.

"They may need you..."

" They? Who? Who are you?!" When the darkness reached him, Reed woke up from his sleep. The light of the moring sun beamed on." Another dream? That one was stranger then before. " the tom started to wash his fur before squeezing out his abandoned squirrel hole he called home. Although he told his self he wasn't going to think about..he couldn't but to think about that dream of his." I wonder what she meant...they. will i stay? Ahhh! Dreams are so confusing sometimes!" As Reed kept traveling, he could pick up the scent of many other cats. He was unware he walked in clan territory.

" hum...i guess that others are here to. This musr be a great hunting spot." Reed smiled. " Well, that old bird really did come through for me again."

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[deianeira]

Seabourne

Sighing slightly at his apprentice's seemingly boundless energy, Rowanclaw padded much slower out of the den. Sandpaw was very excitable, even at the crack of dawn. He did understand the excitement slightly, though; the warmth of new leaf was something to be enjoyed.

As he reached where the two she-cats were standing, he turned to his fellow warrior with a questioning look in his eye. "Do you have any idea where you would like to begin this morning?" he asked Mossfur. Tangleclan's territory was extremely varied, with all types of land throughout their borders, including both the forest and the moors. Every patrol or hunting party was an adventure.

 

[Seabourne]

Mossfur​

"Well, Duststar wanted us to hunt on the way back, right?" she asked with a nod towards the fresh-kill pile. "I was thinking we could follow the border up to where the log lays across the river. With the arrival of new leaf, there might be prey looking to have a drink." Mossfur suggests, thinking it might be a good idea to swing by. "If we get there quickly enough we can probably cover a bit of the northern territory, too." she adds as an afterthought. Her paws itched to get going, she loved walks through the territory, especially with the rapid change every newleaf brought.

Her ears twitch as a light breeze blows through the camp, ruffling her fur. The scents of the forest drifted over her, and she closed her eyes to take it in for a moment. Mossfur couldn't smell prey from inside the camp, she doubted any cat could, but it was possible to guess what the conditions might be. "Ah, it seems like a nice day, too!" She said, smiling.

Sandpaw​

Watching her mentor approach, she shuffles her paws on the ground, every second felt like an eternity. She sits quietly and listens to the two older cats talk, but gets distracted by a movement behind her. Turning her head quickly to look, she spots a small lizard sunning itself in a beam of light. Sandpaw can hardly resist the urge to pounce at it like a kit, her tail twitching as she struggles to control herself. She shoots a look back at Rowanclaw, then to the lizard, and back again. Surely it wouldn't hurt?

'No,' she thinks to herself, 'I have to act serious if I want to be a warrior! I should listen to what Mossfur and Rowanclaw are saying.' She tries, knowing all too well that if she was caught not paying attention when she ought to be on duty then it would make her look careless.

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[deianeira]

Seabourne Acethekidd

Rowanclaw nodded in agreement to Mossfur's prepositions. He had been an apprentice around the same time she had been one, and the black and white she-cat had always been reliable when it came to leading. It was nice to she that she hadn't changed much, like many of the other warriors around their age had. Turning to the side, Rowanclaw noticed his apprentice fidgeting slightly. It only took a glance around the small she-cat to see what the issue was: a small lizard was scampering around just behind Sandpaw. Laughing quietly to himself, as so Mossfur wouldn't become suspicious, Rowanclaw shook his head, but refrained from saying anything.

Looking back at the other she-cat in his presence, Rowanclaw nodded again in her direction. "Let's be on our way, then." After padding through the exit of the camp, Rowanclaw took the path that Mossfur suggested. 'It's a good idea,' the tom thought to himself, 'prey would be likely to be looking for water, with this newfound heat.' However, while the smell of prey was thick in his nostrils, Rowanclaw could also smell something else. He wasn't sure what it was, but his first thought was that they would probably want to try and get closer. He wanted to be sure he wasn't just smelling things, though. "Hey, do you two smell that?" Rowanclaw asked Mossfur and Sandpaw.

 

[Seabourne]

Mossfur​

Mossfur put her guard up when Rowanclaw asked if she smelled something. Cats didn't ask that kind of question when something wasn't out of the ordinary. She investigated, seeing if she could pick up anything strange. Nothing yet. Taking a couple steps towards where Rowanclaw stood, she caught on to what he'd found. "Yeah, good find." She said quietly, making sure to be cautious. The unidentified smell could be dangerous. She looked about for a stronger scent, hoping to find something that would confirm what it was. After she had walked a couple tail-lengths ahead, the scent grew sharper. "This way." She signaled him, twitching her tail in the direction. "It's definitely not a fox, at least." She whispered. The smell of fox is too strong to elude the two warriors for so long.

Sandpaw​

Creeping low to the ground, she moved her paws one in front of the other very carefully, trying her best not to make any noise. How exciting! She hoped they'd come across something big, the young cat was ready to put her skills to the test. Her tail was stuck up straight in the air, twitching from side to side. Whiskers quivering, she made her way over to her mentor and Mossfur. "What is it?" She asked, attempting to be quiet. "Is it a dog?" she prompted, "or a wolf?"