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[Tasteless]

Warrior Cats
Two clans have ruled the forest for thousands of seasons, Hollow Clan and Moon Clan, yet times are changing. Felines are going missing, and the clans have turned against one another once more. Prey is becoming scarce, winter is approaching, and bad blood is brewing. Something is happening with the forest, and darkness hangs like a shroud of death.
Eight felines hold the gift to protect the clans, but will they?

1. Defend your Clan, even with your life. You may have friendships with cats from other Clans, but your loyalty must remain to your Clan, as one day you may meet them in battle.
2. Do not hunt or trespass on another Clan's territory.
3. Elders, queens, and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders. If any warrior or apprentice is sick or injured, they may eat while the elders, queens, and kits are eating.
4. Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life.
5. A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice.
6. Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name.
7. A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice.
8. The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies, retires or is exiled.
9. After the death or retirement of the deputy, the new deputy must be chosen before moonhigh.
10. A Gathering of all four Clans is held at the full moon during a truce that lasts for the night. There shall be no fighting among Clans at this time.
11. Boundaries must be checked and markeddaily. Challenge all trespassing cats.
12. No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different Clan.
13. The word of the Clan leader is the warrior code.
14. An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win their battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or if it is necessary for self-defense.
15. A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet.
16. Each Clan has the right to be proud and independent, but in times of trouble they must forget their boundaries and fight side by side to protect one another. Each Clan must aid the others so that no Clan will fall.

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[Tasteless]

Rowanstar

Clan :: MoonClan
Rank :: Leader
Location :: Camp
Feeling :: Calm

Rowanstar awoke from his restless slumber, pulled back into reality due to the rhythmic chirping of the birds. He groaned slightly as he rose to his heavy paws, flexing his claws in a powerful stretch.
The leader stifles a yawn as he slowly steps out of his den, his emerald gaze setting over his clan. The fresh kill pile was looking pitiful, which caused the leader to grimace slightly. Once his clan awoke, he planned to organize a hunting patrol. Rowanstar had been feeling quite under the weather, perhaps hunting would help the leader clear up his chest.
He calmly takes a seat on one of the boulders beside his den, feeling the cool surface against his pads. Rowanstar flicks his tail for a moment, before curling it around his large paws. The Clan was beginning to wake up, as the sun was just beginning to peak over the large trees in the distance, streaking the sky with shades of pink and orange with hints of blue.

Blossomclaw

Clan :: Hollowclan

Rank :: Warrior
Location :: Camp
Feeling :: Drowsy

Her claws flexed in and out of the soft moss below her sleeping body, her ears twitching with unease.
She stood near the lake, where a large feline was standing a mere fox length from her. The tom had a pelt made out of stars, with dazzling eyes to match. "Come, Blossomclaw. There is something I need to explain to you." While Blossomclaw didn't trust this strange feline, she felt compelled to approach him. The territory was surprisingly silent, which struck her as odd. The small she-cat was now a tail length from his tom, who she was preparing to question until he spoke.
"Soon, the stars will all align, and seven will stand out. They will protect the clans, from the darkness that will strike. Prepare." The tom began to fade away, despite Blossomclaw's plea. Soon, all that was left was the soft simmer of stars, until that had vanished as well.
A firm jab in her rib, and Blossomclaw opened her eyes. She raises her head slowly, looking to see one of her clan mates had merely stretched out in his nest, jabbing her roughly. She felt exhausted, as if she hadn't truly been asleep throughout her dream.
Her dream quickly began to fade away, despite her attempting to remember the strange event. Her muscles ached, yet she still got to her dainty paws and slowly padded out of the warrior den. The morning sun was beginning to pour into the camp, much to her delight.
Not many felines had awoken yet, so she slowly approached a small patch of grass. She curls up in this spot, beginning to lick her fur clean, occasionally spitting out a small clump of moss that had tangled into her silky pelt.

Bramblefang

Clan :: Moonclan
Rank :: Warrior
Location :: Camp
Feeling :: Restless

The large tom sat within the shade of the Moonclan camp, his silky tail flicking anxiously. Recently Bramblefang hadn't been able to sleep, the tensions between the clans had reached an all time high. Just the other day, while on a patrol, Bramblefang and a few other felines came across an enemy patrol that seemed to have caught prey on the boundary. Once the patrol revealed themselves, the enemy patrol continued on their way, yet Bramblefang couldn't help but feel anxious.
His amber gaze flicked towards Rowanstar's den, as his large leader revealed himself. Bramblefang watches as his leader sat on one of the rocks just outside his den, clearly waiting for the Clan to wake up.
Bramblefang stood up, stretching his long legs. He planned on approaching Rowanstar about leading a hunting patrol, as even me had to have noticed the fresh kill pile was looking quite bare. His apprentice would be awake soon, and Bramblefang expected Frostpaw to join the hunting patrol.

 

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Birdstar​

Clan: Hollowclan
Rank: Leader
Location: Camp
Feeling: Calm

Her sleep was restless. Voices echoed around her, but she was moving too fast to hear clearly. "Soon," they said, "the stars will all align, and seven will stand out. They will protect the clans, from the darkness that will strike." Birdstar was running. Running and running and running. There was something chasing her, and she could not fight, could not look back for fear that the ever winding forest would lead her into a tree, allowing whatever was chasing her to catch up. The ground came out from under her, and suddenly she was falling, falling...

Birdstar awoke with a start, lying on her side in her den. Her claws had dug into the moss of her nest, tearing it to shreds while she ran in her sleep. Getting a grip on her mind and taking her bearings, the leader righted herself and began the tedious process of picking the moss out of her pelt. When her nest was more or less put back together, and her pelt was presentable, she padded her way out of her den and into the camp clearing.

She took a brief glance at the fresh kill pile - it was usually well stocked, thanks to the leader's constant worry-hunting. Birdstar found the act of hunting and the sounds of the forest cleared her mind better than any stewing and scheming ever did. So often when she felt overly pressured or needed a break, she'd organize a small patrol and go hunting. It was almost like a game to her, to see how much she could bring back in one outing.

Spotting Blossomclaw performing a pelt cleaning like Birdstar had just done a few moments earlier, Birdstar flicked her tail in greeting and slowly padded her way over. "Had a rough time sleeping?" she started, noting the rather drowsy look the warrior bore.

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[Moonlessite]

Dawn was one of his favorite times of day. The light that shone from the newly-birthed sun streaked across the skies and dyed them a shade that he would expect to find on a butterfly's wing. Luckily enough, Flamestorm was present to watch such a spectacle. Fiery and pale shades of orange and yellow drew his attention as he sat upon a higher stone within the camp. The deputy held his head high and his ears became pricked, his sharp face highlighted by the shadows and sunlight that decorated the hollow. Already, cats were beginning to claw themselves out of bed with weary faces and unwilling sighs. His tail wrapped neatly around his paws as he watched one of the warriors, Blossomclaw, settle down within a patch of grass and begin to clean her fur of moss and dirt. The tom watched her for a moment before getting up, his eyes flicking around the camp. It seemed that enough cats had woken up. Those who were sleeping could learn of their tasks from someone else. "Ears pricked for the dawn patrol," Flamestorm urged the cats to listen. "Poppyear, Cloudfern, Swiftwing. You'll patrol the border near MoonClan. Make sure that the scent markers are properly tended to. As for the hunting patrol," he paused for a second. "Foxwhisker, Squirrel-leap, Rippleheart. The fresh-kill pile is running a little dry, so I hope you'll bring us enough prey to last us for breakfast. That's all."
He watched as the cats went off to do their duty before leaping off the rock and approaching the fresh-kill pile himself. Flamestorm gave a mole a disdainful sniff, prodding it with his paw. It was soggy.

His head felt as if it was thrown down some rocky gully and battered around in the violent waves that bashed against the cliff walls. Wolfmask usually didn't suffer from headaches so soon after waking up, but this time was different. His mentor and the medicine cat before him, Bluetail, approached him within his dreams with a face full of concern. The sky that they claimed in StarClan framed the slender, blue-gray tom's head so well, that all that Wolfmask noted was the urgency in his piercing blue gaze.
"Wolfmask, I've come to tell you something," Bluetail murmured.
"What is it, Bluetail?"
"Soon, the stars will all align, and seven will stand out. They will protect the clans, from the darkness that will strike. You must be wary of who is the seven, and who is the darkness... but before it strikes," but Bluetail did not stick around to tell him what he meant. Just as Wolfmask opened his mouth, the cat before him faded away and became one with the backdrop of night, and he was sent back to the world of the living.
He lifted his chin, his eyelids sliding open and spotting rays of sunshine filtering through the entrance of the den. "I guess it's time to wake up, then," he yawned widely, his ears flattening against his head as he stretched out his limbs. For a few moments, he sat in his nest, licking his fur and picking out the pieces of twig that clung to his pelt.

Frostpaw didn't like mornings, but she lifted herself out of her nest, anyway. Her fur stuck up wildly, and she felt something sticky cling to the fur of her chest. Her bright blue eyes glanced downward, and she spotted a large piece of moss pinned against the white fur of her undercoat. She hastily brushed it off with her tongue before tending to the rest of her body. Before long, Frostpaw slipped out of the den and padded into the light that filtered into camp. She felt the sun warm her pelt, and she stretched deeply as she watched the cats emerge from their dens. She wondered how their sleep was-- not that she could actually ask them. Every time she opened her mouth, she looked like an idiot. Frostpaw spotted her mentor, and she approached him. Her eyes watched him closely as she approached, her tail swaying slightly in greeting.



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[Xylona]

Fernpaw

Clan: Hollowclan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location: Camp
Feeling: Confused, Sleepy

Blackness, as far as she could see. She felt soft grass beneath her paws, but she could not see it. It was as if she were blind. She released a strangled cry, but heard nothing. The world as she knew it was empty. There was nothing, not a cat in sight. Only darkness. She tried again to call out desperately, but she had no voice. It was as is she herself no longer existed. But a second later, a deep voice rumbles out. "Soon, the stars will all align, and seven will stand out. They will protect the clans, from the darkness that will strike." Fernpaw tries to yell her confused reply, but same as before, she hears nothing.
The feline startles awake, looking around the medicine cat den frantically. It seemed it was only a dream, but it had left her breathless. She took a moment to regain her strength, grooming herself lightly. Tiny rays of sunlight creep into the den, signalling the new morning. The apprentice looks to her sleeping mentor, prodding her side gently with a forepaw. "Seasplash, wake up. We have herbs to collect today." She said cheerfully, deciding against talking about her nightmare. After all, the two had things to do, and her silly dreams weren't nearly as important as their duties.

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[Xylona]

Stormstrike

Clan: Moonclan
Rank: Warrior
Location: Camp
Feeling: Energized

As Stormstrike slowly willed her eyes to open, she let out a wide yawn. Her legs stretched all the way into the nest next to her, she assumed it was Bramblefang's based on her smell, though luckily the warrior was already out and about. The tortoiseshell rose slowly, reveling in the streams of light that filtered across her fur. She padded from the warrior den quietly, perking up as she spotted Rowanstar outside his den. She also spotted Bramblefang approaching him just as she intended to. Assuming it was almost time to assign the morning patrols, she approached the leader as well.
Neither of the two seemed nearly as chipper as she did, and she hoped to brighten the toms up a little. "Good morning to the both of you." She started happily. "It's a beautiful day to hunt, wouldn't you say so?" She asked, taking a seat. The nub of her tail twitched, and she briefly wished that she had something to wrap around her own paws as they did.

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Tangleheart
Moonclan||Rank: Warrior||Location: Camp||Feeling?: Drained. Tired.
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Among all the things she could wake up, it had to be light filtering directly into her eyes.
"....Ehhhhhh... whyyyyy..."
She sighed and blinked her eyes open, rolling over in her moss bed to get away from it as it filtered into the den through the ceiling. She couldn't help but to feel tired after the restless sleep of last night. But hey, one can't complain when you've got a bellyful of prey and a cozy nest. Now if only she could get the entire den to herself...
The tabby she-cat finally stood and arched her back, extending her claws and kneading the moss briefly before standing tall again, then with a yawn she pushed her way out of the warriors den and into the sunlight. She looked around with tired eyes barely open and suppressed a yawn yet again, surveying the camp around her.
Several of the other warriors were already awake and wandering about, including the leader, Rowanstar. Just looking at him made her think way back to when she met him as Rowanoak. Look how far he's come now. She finally let out that yawn and blinked tiredly, her tail drooping to the ground as she padded towards the front of the camp, where she guessed patrols would assigned in a moment.

 

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Rowanstar

Clan :: MoonClan

Rank :: Leader
Location :: Camp
Feeling :: Calm

The rather large tom calmly watched as his clan came to life, the sound of shuffling paws in the dens comforted him. He exhales quietly, his gaze shifting towards Bramblefang and Frostpaw. He twitches his ears in greeting to his brother, until his attention was stolen by Stormstrike. He curtly flicks his ears again, "Good morning, Stormstrike." Rowanstar greets, his voice gruff as usual. The unusual she-cat had always interested him, as she was the only clan member without a tail.
His emerald gaze shifts towards a familiar dark pelt, and he catches Tangelheart watching him. He flicks his tail in greeting, before getting to his paws. "Ears pricked for dawn patrol." He begins, his guttural meow was loud enough for those within camp to hear. "Bramblefang, Frostpaw, and Foxpelt. You will be patrolling the boundaries, be sure not to cause trouble if you encounter any Hollowclan cats on their side of the border, we cannot afford to waste any energy on meaningless issues." His gaze softens slightly as the cats form, before heading off to tend to their duties. "Stormstrike, Tangleheart, you will be joining me on the hunting patrol." With that, he flicks his tail before leaping off of the boulder he was previously sunning himself on. He stands beside Stormstrike, meeting her gaze cooly. "I can only believe you slept well? You seem quite prepared already." He acknowledges, his tail calmly swaying side to side.
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Blossomclaw

Clan :: Hollowclan
Rank :: Warrior
Location :: Camp
Feeling :: Calm

The warrior was slightly startled when she heard her leaders voice, as she hasn't heard her approach. She meets her gaze, "good morning, Birdstar." She meows softly. At the mention of sleep, Blossomclaw sighs quietly. "I had a rough night, my moss is beginning to feel damp." She purrs softly, deciding not to mention her dream. That's all it was, a dream. There was no way starclan would send her a sign in her sleep, that was only for medicine cats.
She gently kneads her claws into the grass below her, listening as Flamestorm ordered the patrols. She twitches her ears slightly, having hoped to be placed in one so she could fully wake up. She shifts her gaze back onto Birdstar, "How did you sleep?" She meows softly, curling her silky tail over her dainty paws.

Bramblefang

Clan :: Moonclan
Rank :: Warrior
Location :: Camp
Feeling :: Calm

Bramblefang greets Frostpaw with a slight dip of his head, a gentle purr erupting from his chest. "Good morning, Frostpaw." He says gently. He looks towards Rowanstar as he begins to organize the dawn patrols. He flicks his ears in understandment, looking towards Frostpaw. "Lets go find Foxpelt." He says gently, getting to his paws. He slowly pads across camp, before the ginger she-cat slips out of the warriors den. He dips his head in greeting, "are you ready to leave for border patrol." Foxpelt stretches her long legs for a moment, her claws unsheathing and raking the soft earth below her. "Yes, let's go." She meows.
Bramblefang nods, turning to slowly walk toward the exit of camp. His tail gently flicks Frostpaw's shoulder. The tom knew his apprentice wasn't very chipper in the mornings, so he typically went a tad slower until the young she-cat could actually wake up.

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Tangleheart
Moonclan||Rank: Warrior||Location: Camp||Feeling?: Definitely tired, but still willing to mess with Rowanstar.
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Rowanstar jumped down his rock he was sunning himself on and began to give out patrol orders. If she had eyebrows she would have raised one questioningly. Wasn't it the job of the deputy to decide who goes on what patrol? At least, thats what she had thought. Had she been wrong this entire time? She'd been with the clan at least eight moons- She had hoped she would understand these clan cats better by this time. She had absolutely no idea anymore, her brain was mush at this point in the morning. But she heard Rowanstar say her name and that she was to go on a hunting patrol with him and Stormstrike. Then he wandered off to talk to Stormstrike.

Just to be a pest for the tom she considered a friend, she nosed right between the two and meowed, with her green eyes sparkling playfully, "Sure thing, furball. Let's go!" She flicked his nose with the tip of her tail playfully before trotting off, her tail high in the air as she padded right out of camp, her nose in the air, her jaws parted to run air over the roof of her mouth. She could scent several pieces of prey among the trees.

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[Moonlessite]

After finding adequate enough food, Flamestorm buried the bony remains. While the mole did not taste well, as the meat seemed like mush after the night's rain, it did well to fill his stomach. He lifted his head high, observing the Clan. It seemed like a lazy day; hardly anyone was out and about other than the patrols he had set up. He spotted Birdstar talking with Blossomclaw, and he figured it would be best if he approached them. The ginger tabby and white tom padded towards the two she-cats, his head natrually held high.
"Good morning, Birdstar, Blossomclaw," Flamestorm greeted with a flick of his tail. "What are you two on about?"
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Frostpaw was pleased to see that Bramblefang had greeted her so heartily, and her eyes glowed brightly with appreciation at the motion. She was further delighted when Rowanstar placed her on patrol with her mentor and Foxpelt. The smaller she-cat stuck close to Bramblefang as the two of them approached Foxpelt, who had slipped out of the warrior's den. She wondered how large it was inside; she had snuck inside the den when she was a kit, but was berated by one of the warriors and never entered again. Frostpaw didn't even remember how it looked like. It was a long time ago.
Bramblefang's tail flick made her fur heat up, and Frostpaw smiled up at him for a moment. She was still a little drowsy, but the thought of having something to do motivated her. The apprentice left the camp with the two warriors, her eyes watching Bramblefang inquisitively. She wondered where they were going to go first.
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[Xylona]

Stormstrike

Clan: Moonclan
Rank: Warrior
Location: Camp Entrance
Feeling: Amused

Once patrols were assigned, Stormstrike practically bounced on her paws. One would think she was an apprentice with all her energy, though it quickly dimmed down to a reasonable amount. The she-cat wasn't really sure why she'd felt so closed in lately. She was dying to get out and blow off a little steam. Especially if it'd ease the stress of the fresh kill pile. The more she looked at it as they walked passed, the weaker it appeared to be. With the colder season coming, surely this was disturbing for Rowanstar.
Just as she thought of the Clan leader, she heard his voice to her side. "Better than I have in awhile, I'd like to say. How about-" The she-cat stops briefly as a dark pelt weasles it's way in to block her view of him suddenly. Though the gesture most likely wasn't meant for her, she nuzzles Tangleheart's pelt as she passes through. She had known the feline since she first joined Moonclan some moons ago, though she had never been close with her on a personal level. Stormstrike had always admired her spirit though, as it seemed to never falter.
Her green orbs follow the she-cat with amusement, before she turned to finish her sentence. "How have you been sleeping?" There was genuine concern in her voice as she cast a glance towards the tom. Surely the coming season and tensions with Hollowclan would cause any leader to lose sleep.

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Rowanstar

Clan :: MoonClan
Rank :: Leader
Location :: Hunting Grounds
Feeling :: Determined

The large tom drew back slightly, when a familiar dark pelt shoved itself between him and Stormstrike. He twitches his ears, gently batting at her hind leg with his large forepaw. He felt a familiar feeling for Tangleheart, one he had been to distracted to notice in quite some time. He watched as she walks towards the exit, he was willing to tackle the she-cat and force her into a rough game of wrestling, similar to how they used to when they were merely apprentices. Yet his duties were different now, he had to show strength not kit like actions.
He is brought out of his memories by Stormstike's voice. He purrs roughly, following after Tangleheart while beckoning Stormstrike to follow with his thick tail. "I have been sleeping quite fine, thank you." He meows, falling into step beside Tangleheart.
The leader inhaled sharply through his mouth, eventing various types of prey nearby. He quickly flicks the tip of his tail in a back and fourth motion, signaling for the two she-cats to spread out slightly.
His paws were silent as they gently touched the forest floor, his body lowering with each step rhythmically. His light brown underbelly gently grazed the grass, as he continued to scent the air. He could smell a rabbit quite close by, to which he redirected himself in it's direction. He carefully approaches a patch of tall grass, weighing his options silently. If he stepped into the grass, the rabbit would surely hear him. The leader bunches his muscles, unsheathing his large claws before leaping into the air. His long body seems to unravel as he plummets back towards the ground, his large forepaws extended forward. The rabbit barely has time to breathe, before his massive paws slam onto it's weak spine. He heard the soft crack, yet didn't want to animal to suffer. Her swiftly delivers a bite to the back of it's neck, killing the white rabbit quickly.
Rowanstar hesitates for a moment, sending thanks to Starclan, before he picks up the limp carcass. He pushes himself out of the thick grass, emerging with his prize.
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Blossomclaw

Clan :: Hollowclan
Rank :: Warrior
Location :: Camp
Feeling :: Calm

Her blue-green gaze shifts towards a familiar ginger pelt, and she dips her head in greeting. "Good morning, Flamestorm." She meows gently, her tail twitching calmly. "How sleep has been difficult." The she-cat replies, meeting his gaze gently. "I do believe my nest is becoming damp." She purrs, watching as the last of the patrols exit camo to carry out their duties.
Her stomach churned and growled softly, she wanted to pluck out the sparrow in the fresh kill pile,yet she didn't know if the kits, queens, and elders had eaten yet.

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Bramblefang

Clan :: Moonclan
Rank :: Warrior
Location :: Camp
Feeling :: Forest

The large tom notices Frostpaw brighten up, and he purrs gently. "Lets head toward Hollowclan boundaries, then we can head towards the lake." He suggests, to which Foxpelt meows in reply; "That sounds fine." The she-cat was walking a few paces in front of Bramblefang and Frostpaw. The tom twitches his ears, had the ginger she-cat believed he was talking to her?
His amber gaze shifts onto Frostpaw, in which he opens his mouth and silently gags. He teasingly nudges his apprentices, as the grow close to the border, he can smell the familiar scent of Hollowclan. The fur along his spine begins to prickle, as the trio come into view of the border, which has a decent sized patrol.
A young, black warrior of Hallowclan seemed to not be paying attention as he began to stalk a squirrel onto rival territory. Bramblefang lunged forward, just as the trespassing feline leaped onto the squirrel.
Bramblefang hisses loudly, slamming one of his large paws against the rivals head. The fur along his back had began to bristle, and Foxpelt was beside him, growling at the rival warrior.
The enemy patrol looked towards them, and hurried towards the border. Another black feline crosses the border, one of them forcibly shoves Bramblefang away from the young warrior and the dead squirrel.
An angry growl erupts from Bramblefang, and he unsheathes his claws. He rakes his claws across the black felines face, causing the she-cat to yowl in pain. "Prey stealing thieves!" Bramblefang spits harshly.
The young warrior hisses loudly, " we are not on your territory!" He retorts, clearly confused. "You must have your nose stuffed with moss, you crossed our border to catch that squirrel." Bramblefang hisses, gesturing towards where the border was.
The young tom looked towards the border, before growling loudly. "You'll have to kill me for this squirrel, fox breath." Suddenly, the other two felines hurry over the border. The young tom unsheathes his claws, swiping at Bramblefang's muzzle and throat. In retaliation, Bramblefang shoves his massive paws against the young warriors chest, forcing him back. Her then raises his paw, and thrusts his claws against the toms cheek. He can feel the flesh too below his sharpened claws, in response the tom walks and staggers backward.
Bramblefang growls loudly, looking toward Frostpaw only to see a she-cat barring down on his young apprentice. In response, Bramblefang sprints toward Frostpaw, his unsheathed claws propelling him forward. "Leave her alone!" He hisses, as he leaps over his small apprentice, and collides with the she-cat. The pair tumble to the ground roughly, spitting and hissing. Bramblefang pins the she-cat, his paw raised, claws unsheathed. He was prepared to gouge into the she-cat's throat, until he heard the tom speak over the hissing. "Keep the squirrel, you greedy felines!" He snaps, limping back onto his territory.
The she-cat pushes Bramblefang off, before hurrying onto her territory, followed by the two others.
Bramblefang stands in front of Frostpaw, panting loudly. His tail was quite large now, lashing aggressively. He huffs loudly, before looking toward Frostpaw. "Are you alright?" He asks. Bramblefang surprisingly had no injuries, yet his fur was patched with blood.

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[Noivian]

Birdstar​

Clan: Hollowclan
Rank: Leader
Location: Camp
Feeling: Calm

Despite wanting to indulge the she-cat in the odd dream Birdstar had experienced, the leader refrained. If it was a message from Starclan, there wasn't a point in telling a warrior about it, other than to worry them.

"My sleep was rather restful, thank you," she responded, settling down next to the warrior and curling her tail around her paws. Birdstar was about to continue on, before Flamestorm padded over to join them. "Good job with the patrols, as always, Flamestorm," the leader greeted the deputy, dipping her head in appreciation.

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Tangleheart
Moonclan||Rank: Warrior||Location: Hunting Grounds||Feeling?: Frustrated. Still tired.​

Tangleheart listened as Rowanstar and Stormstrike joined her in the hunting grounds, and no sooner had Rowanstar given the signal with his tail had she dashed in pursuit of the delectable scent of a fatty squirrel.
She crouched down low to the ground, approaching the bushy tail of the squirrel from behind. She licked her lips, watching its tail bounce around behind it as it foraged for nuts and berries among the grass. She breathed out steadily, concentrating on the squirrel, just the squirrel, gotta get the squi- in her tired haze, she did not notice the small twig that her paw snapped as she crept forward. When she realized what she had done, the squirrel was already gone, and she hissed, "Mousedung!" before heaving a sigh and heading off to a different area in search of other prey.
A short time later, the she-cat emerged in the area Rowanstar was with a couple mice in her jaws. "It isn't a squirrel, but it's something." She said as she plopped the mice by her paws and sat down in front of Rowanstar, her eyes still lack luster and tired. With a quiet yawn she swiped her paw over her eyes in an attempt to help herself wake up. It didn't work.
"Soooo, Rowanstar," she meowed, looking at the handsome tom with mild interest, "How have you been doing lately? I tend to think that being leader of an entire clan is kinda stressful."

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Stormstrike

Clan: Moonclan
Rank: Warrior
Location: Hunting Grounds
Feeling: Proud

Stormstrike blinked as Rownstar instantly began to hunt. She figured he'd say that, being the leader and such. There was no reason for him to discuss his sleeping habits with her to a greater extent than that. They'd been apprentices together for a short time, though he was older than she was, kithood friendship seemed to mean nothing nowadays. As the gray she-cat bent in a crouch to begin her own hunt, she couldn't help but ponder how she really had no friends anymore. Warriors had duties, and everyone seemed so serious lately. Perhaps it was just current tensions.
After awhile of concentration as well as letting out some pent up energy, Stormstrike herself emerged with a few mice and one or two voles. It wasn't any sort of big catch, but it would feed many so the she-cat was content. Once she emerged back to where they had started, she found that she'd finished last. Of course it wasn't a race, but she hoped she hadn't taken too long. She dropped her catches, grooming a paw and swiping it over her head as a conversation started between her two companions. She couldn't help but feel a little awkward, since the two clearly had more history than she had with either of them. So she merely listened, keeping her ears pricked in case anymore prey came nearby for her to chase after. "Well, I've got my mouth full! Thank you, Starclan!" She said, both speaking to her companions and praising Starclan at the same time.

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[Tasteless]

Rowanstar

Clan :: MoonClan
Rank :: Leader
Location :: Forest
Feeling :: Calm

Rowanstar gently places the rather plump mouse beside his rabbit, twitching his ears. His emerald gaze shifts onto Tangleheart, and he purrs softly. "Its not that bad, I'm sure it will get worse the older I get." The leader chuckles softly, his long tail twitching slightly.
Rowanstar looks toward Stormstrike, and nods gently. "You both have done well." He compliments.
The large tom picks up the thick rabbit and mouse, and begins to walk toward camp. Suddenly, a stench causes him to recoil. He snarls in disgust, his tail lashing in shock. He drops the rabbit, inhaling sharply. The scent of dogs was stale, yet still made his fur bristle slightly. "Keep an eye out." He meows at the two she-cats, setting picking up his rabbit and mouse before hurrying towards camp.
Xylona explosiveKitten

 

[Moonlessite]

Well, too many things were happening at once for Frostpaw. She expected a normal sort of hunting patrol, where one would catch prey and help their Clanmates. It wasn't before long that Bramblefang, Foxpelt, and her made it to HollowClan's borders. However, before she knew it, there was a skirmish between the other Clan's patrol, all over a squirrel. The smaller apprentice unsheathed her claws and flattened her ears, prepared to jump into the fray with her mentor. But a larger cat basically came upon her, and she expected the harsh blow. Luckily for her, Bramblefang was quick, and knocked the cat away from her. Frostpaw caught Bramblefang basically pinning down the feline before another cat sounded, telling them to keep the squirrel. The HollowClan cats prowled over their border once again, and she forced her fur to remain flat.
Her eyes drifted to Bramblefang. His fur was covered in blood, and panic struck her. Was that his blood? Or was that someone else's? The way that he walked and talked made her think that he wasn't very hurt, but... Frostpaw watched him with wide eyes, her tail flicking with apprehension. Seeing all of that blood made her sick, but she steeled her stomach. She made sure to flatten her ears against her head, trying her best to show concern. He had to get to a medicine cat.
Tasteless

Flamestorm's ears swiveled at Blossomclaw's comments about sleep and her nest. The tom was not interested in such chatter in the slightest, especially since she-cats usually spoke about the typical things. Or it was that boring within the Clan that there was nothing to talk about in the first place. "I appreciate the compliment, Birdstar," he turned towards his leader, his tail flicking from side to side idly. "But I always make sure to set up the patrols appropriately. It'd be a real issue if I don't know what I'm doing."
All while Flamestorm talked, his eyes watched Blossomclaw closely. He could have sworn he put her on the hunting patrol, but since she was here, he was most likely mistaken. "I feel as if MoonClan is planning something, though," he stated. "Each time we go to mark the borders, it seems like they have put down their scent a tail-length or two deeper within our territory. Though I am not sure if that is just the wind picking up their scent, or..." he gave a shrug. "It's been many moons since there warriors have caused trouble. I find it strange that there hasn't been a sign of aggression from them at all."
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[Noivian]

Birdstar​

Clan: Hollowclan
Rank: Leader
Location: Camp
Feeling: Analytical, suspicious

Birdstar nodded, listening to Flamestorm's report. She took a moment to gaze at her tail as it flicked over her paws, thinking over possible motives and solutions. Why would Moonclan want their territory, after moons of peace? Was something happening within Moonclan territory that Birdstar didn't know about? Perhaps it had something to do with that mysterious dream she had last night. But this was all speculation, and Birdstar hated acting on only speculation and gut feelings. So, she'd bide her time and size up the problem for what it was. If her dream was a message from Starclan, she'd receive it again the next night. If Starclan was sending messages, then a threat was imminent, and it would provide probable cause for Moonclan to want to take Hollowclan's borders. That meant Hollowclan might have received the same signals... no, she just got the dream tonight, they couldn't have known that far in advance before Moonclan, could they?

Birdstar came to the conclusion that Moonclan's actions didn't coincide with the possibility of a warning from Starclan. If they were indeed trying to take territory, it was purely out of greed or aggression. Being the analytical leader she was, however, Birdstar wasn't about to launch headfirst into a battle without sizing up the situation first. Birdstar wasn't one to doubt her deputy - she had picked him for his loyalty and honesty, after all. She needed someone who would be unrestrained with her by her side, to help her see the facts. If she were being honest, it was more like they were co-leaders, rather than her being superior.

"I agree, we should consider the fact that Moonclan has been a bit too quiet as of late. However, we cannot leave out the possibility that all of this is a mere misunderstanding. Starting this dusk patrol, we should start leaving a physical marker for the border. Something small and inconspicuous, like a stone, but also something that wouldn't be moved easily. We'll monitor the distance between the physical marker and the scent marker for the next quarter moon. If the distance towards us increases substantially, then I'll consider it an act of aggression and begin forming plans for battle. If it's inconsistent, then it was the wind's doing. However, we'll still monitor it up until the next gathering, just to be sure." She turned to Flamestorm, as if asking his opinion on the idea. "Obviously, there's a few more problems in the plan that need to be ironed out before we implement it, but we have all day to do so. For instance, suppose Moonclan picks up on our idea and moves the physical markers? We could counter this by using a small group of warriors, whoever goes on this dusk patrol, and have at least one go on every subsequent patrol to monitor the border via memory. Regardless, I will be going on tonight's dusk patrol. It would be unwise to bring you with me, on the very high off chance that camp is attacked while on patrol. If Moonclan does have malicious intent, and decides to strike while we investigate them... that could end disasterously."

Some cats would call it overreaction. Birdstar called it caution. She mostly relied on Flamestorm to call her out on when she was being overly analytical or cautious.

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Tasteless M Moonlessite

 

[Xylona]

Fernpaw

Clan: Hollowclan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location: Camp
Feeling: Awkward, Disturbed

Fernpaw released a small sigh, padding from the medicine den. Perhaps her mentor was just exceedingly tired from the night before. They'd gone over many different types of medicine, and it had taken them a little later than usual. As the dark pelted she-cat exited the medicine den, her eyes scanned the now lively camp. While she usually loved mornings, her dream had left her disturbed. It was hard to pass it off as a simple nightmare when it had such a clear message. She was training to be a medicine cat.. maybe it really was a message from Starclan. If she ignored it, anything bad that ensued would be her fault. Perhaps it was better to be safe than sorry. As her yellow eyes fell upon Birdstar, she made up her mind. The leader was usually very calm and nice, so maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. Approaching the leader, as well as Flamestorm and Blossomclaw, the apprentice bowed her head a little in an attempt to make her concern less noticeable.
"Good morning, Birdstar, Flamestorm, and Blossomclaw. I hope that you all slept well." She said slowly, shuffling her paws in the dirt. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I was just wondering if I could speak to you privately when you get the chance, Birdstar. If it wouldn't be asking too much." She added nervously. The she-cat was careful with her words. She respected her clan leader and deputy very much, and didn't wish to anger them by interrupting their conversation. Not to mention that the apprentice was old enough to be receiving her full name very soon. She wasn't sure how much longer Seasplash planned to be medicine cat before she retired, but Fernpaw shared almost all of her knowledge and was prepared to take up the role whenever it became convenient. Even if Seasplash wasn't retiring soon, the apprentice was still excited to receive her warrior name. If angering Birdstar jeopardised that, then she was terrified. However, as an almost-medicine cat, it was her job to relay Starclan's message and spiritually protect her clan.

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Noivian M Moonlessite Tasteless

 

[explosiveKitten]

Tangleheart
Moonclan||Rank: Warrior||Location: Hunting Grounds||Feeling?: Frustrated. Still tired.​

Immediately upon seeing Rowanstar set into high alert, her jaws parted as she tasted the air. Dog? How had she not noticed it before? Her fur prickled as she looked about. It's stale, so she didn't even think there was much to worry about until it got fresh.
She looked at Rowanstar and breathed out before speaking up, "So, Rowanstar, I was hoping to talk to you, today, about uh-" But before she could even get the rest of her sentence out before he stalked off. She blinked and sighed, her ears pulling back against her head. She stared at the spot where he was sitting once and hissed in frustration, raking her claws over the dirt before standing up and starting to pace, mumbling to herself only half under breath, just loud enough that Stormstrike could probably still hear her.
"I mean, am I just missing something here?" She continued to pace back and forth in the little clearing, mumbling as her paws moved, "Is he really this oblivious or is he messing with me, or like- or what?" She looked up at Stormstrike and gave her a look, "Seriously, is it me? Am I not good enough or am I just a friend forever or just- He has to be messing with me, he's the leader he can't be that oblivious to my- me- I- Ugggghhh!" She stopped suddenly and threw her head back, letting a groan of frustration escape as she plopped to the ground again, before looking up at Stormstrike, "Am I doing something wrong?"

Xylona Tasteless

 

[Panic]

Willowleaf
Location: Camp
Clan: Hollowclan

Willowleaf decided it was high time to get up, she did. Pulling herself out of her den. There were only a few cats in the clearing already. Most of them ignored her as she headed to the medicine cats den with a limp, her leg was still swollen, she had hurt herself running. One of the branches caught her leg and tore most of the fur off of her right hind leg.
She didn't know if anyone was still in here, so she sat down and waited next to the entrance



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[Noivian]

Birdstar​

Clan: Hollowclan
Rank: Leader
Location: Camp
Feeling: Kind

"I'll leave you to think on that for a bit," Birdstar purred to Flamestorm, before turning to Fernpaw. "Yes, Fernpaw? I have a moment of time, but it seems you might not," the leader remarked, having caught glance of Willowleaf at the entrance to the medicine cat's den. She flicked her tail in that direction to indicate the cat she was talking about. "I think perhaps you should tend to Willowleaf first, unless it's something of great importance." With the possibility of Moonclan aggressing on Hollowclan, Birdstar needed all her warriors in top condition. Unless it was as Birdstar feared, and Fernpaw had gotten the same dream she had, then it could possibly wait.

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Xylona M Moonlessite

 

[Panic]

Name: Willowleaf
Location: Camp
Clan: Hollowclan
Feeling: Bored

Willowleaf saw a figure laying in one of the beds, it wasn't moving. She walked up to it determining whether something was wrong. She pawed at the figure trying to wake it up. It didn't move, it was odd. She sniffed at it. And there Seasplash's scent was.
"Seasplash?" Willowleaf, pawed at her again. "Wake up." Nothing happened. Willowleaf set her head on Seasplash's torso to see if she could hear a Heartbeat there was nothing. She picked her head back up, and looked down at Seasplash.
"You're -" Willowpaw stopped realizing what the next few words out of her mouth would be. She walked of the medicine den. She didn't want to cause a big commotion herself, so she went and told Birdstar.​

 

[Xylona]

Fernpaw

Clan: Hollowclan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location: Camp
Feeling: Nervous

Fernpaw flicked an ear, swiveling her head. If the she-cat needed help, surely Seasplash was awake by now and ready to offer her assistance. Fernpaw desperately wanted to have this conversation while she had the chance. The longer she held in her disturbing dream, the worse she felt. If Starclan really was trying to contact her.. Her eyes looked up to Birdstar and she made eye contact to get her point across. "Seasplash should be up and about to help. If you wouldn't mind, I'd really like to talk to you. I think it's important that I let you know just in case." She said slowly. Her paws fidgeted as she spoke, and she looked back to the medicine den again. She felt bad for leaving Seasplash to help Willowleaf, but the medicine cat knew what she was doing.

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Noivian

 

[Noivian]

Birdstar​

Clan: Hollowclan
Rank: Leader
Location: Camp
Feeling: Anxious

Birdstar wanted to talk with Fernpaw, if the apprentice thought it was this urgent, but upon seeing the supposedly injured cat she had seen limping earlier now charge at her full tilt, her mind fled instantly to other things. "Willowleaf, what is the matter?" Her ears flattened, preparing for the worst. She looked behind the warrior, towards the entrance to the medicine cat's den, almost expecting to see Moonclan warriors streaming from the entrance. An attack? By Moonclan? By foxes or badgers? Where was Seasplash? The leader hadn't seen the medicine cat leave her den yet. "Fernpaw, is Seasplash in there?" she asked before processing Fernpaw's prior sentances. Concern for her clanmate's safety caused claws to dig into and tear up the ground, wanting to run to the medicine cat's den to aide, but her mind told her to check for scents first. The leader parted her jaws and took a deep breath. The smells of the forest washed over her, but nothing of foxes or badgers or even Moonclan. What was the matter, then?

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Xylona Panic