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Rustling Leaves

Shatter — Wed, 29 Apr 2026 16:40:42 +0000

Stepping out of the Warrior's den, the fresh scent of fallen leaves reaching her. As the wind blew, a couple of leaves fell by her paws. All around her, busy warriors were preparing to send out a hunting patrol, their serious expressions probably caused by the approach of leaf-bare.

Sitting down and looking upward, she took in the blue of the sky she was named after, wondering if her mother had found such pleasure in looking up at the sky, just as she did now. Ignoring the strange emptiness she felt, she let her head drop to its normal position, enjoying the soothing breeze.

After spacing out briefly, she stood, taking a small stroll to the almost empty fresh-kill pile and looking down at the mouse from the previous night. Oh well. She'd leave it for some other cat. Besides, squirrels were much better.

Walking away from the fresh-kill pile and trying to ignore the constant and nagging thoughts of prey, she wandered closer to the medicine den than she would have liked. Sure, it had been a long time since she'd been scolded, but things like that always tended to stick with her. Shuddering at the memory, she quickly walked away, finding herself a nice spot to get away from the rest of camp.

She loved the small gap in-between the elders' den and the apprentices' den, finding it quite calming in the early morning when the elders were still asleep and the apprentices were either out tending to their chores and duties or sleeping themselves. It was a great place to take a nap, enjoy the sun, or listen to one's own thoughts.

Closing her eyes and imagining a kithood where she had her mother there beside her, she felt the emptiness within her swallowing all of the calm that had been given to her when she had sprawled out on the ground. No. She was fine. She was happy. No cat could take that away from her, especially not one that she didn't even know.

"I'm fine. Not everycat needs to have parents by their side. I'm sure that, no matter what, Windrustle was still there by my side in her heart. Besides, I have a Clan. I don't need a mother or a father when I have them." She thought, not realizing she said it out loud.

Random Chat Here Since I Can't Use Discord!

Shatter — Tue, 28 Apr 2026 23:33:18 +0000

For those who haven't met me yet, I'm Shatter, a homeschooled teenager smack dab in the middle of the US. Yep, I live in the supposedly flat Kansas with my parents, older brother, and my beloved cat George. I'm an unpublished author/writer, who just happened to get into warriors when I was nine? and browsing through our local library's fantasy section. I started reading AVOS first instead of The Prophecies Begin, so my experience with the books was quite a bit different.

I loved them all the same, with Power of Three being my favorite of the arcs so far. I'll probably be on a lot more since I have more free time than most adults and teens, so most of us probably won't be online much at the same time.

I don't have an approved character yet, but I'll probably be able to join the RP fun shortly. See ya in the world of Warriors!

Don't Mind Me

Faux — Sun, 26 Apr 2026 20:42:34 +0000

A little bit of elegance never goes out of style
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Monty had grown accustomed to his lonely long walks along the treeline separating the Madam's farm house and the WindClan moors. It was a pleasurably amble between the oak and pine, taking his time to enjoy the warming weather and the clear skies. But he knew that there was another, half hidden hope of trailing the border lands.

He felt it too long since his pleasantries with Basilflame. He had much to ask her. So far there the Madam's home had not been doomed by death by that rogue that was mentioned...He hadn't seen hide nor hair of her, but that didn't mean he didn't worry for his new friend.

Cat on a Mission (18CF21)

Kitsufox — Sun, 26 Apr 2026 19:50:56 +0000

You must have single minded devotion to your goal.

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The morning was clear after the days of gray and drizzle that had lingered following the gathering that had caused uproar amoungst WindClan when the Medicine Cat brought her second apprentice to train with her. The rise of Wind Hill caught soft breezes that hardly moved the grassland around the lone pine.

Sprawled full length on the large stone nearest the pine was a cat. He was thick legged and rounded headed for all that he bore the signature seal point coloration the ususally fine-boned Siamese favored. His dark tail twitched behind him as he watched the north and the east with roving blue eyes.

He was waiting.

He had been waiting for some time now. From shortly after the group of cats had roved past making the dawn circuit of the borders had left. He was confident that this was the place. As his head slowly turned while he scanned the horizon the sun gleamed off the stark yellow band of color that ran from forehead to nise. On each cheek, just below his eyes he also wore paired bands of the same bright yellow. The toes of his forepaws, which were stretched before him, carried stubtle purple over the dark fur of his points.

And so he waited.

A Grassy Hideout

lavenderlatte — Tue, 21 Apr 2026 04:40:36 +0000

Never be bored and you'll never be boring

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It had been a few days since Aspenberry’s death, and to Flickerkit everything seemed to be getting worse. Shock had, for a little while, dulled the grief, but early that morning—so early that it hardly counted as morning at all—Flickerkit had woken to the full force of it. It hurt like nothing she had ever experienced before: anger, loneliness and terror so deep and heavy that it made her feel sick. Nothing would ever be alright again, she was sure of it then. It occurred to her that life would start again when the sun rose. It didn’t deserve to when it had turned out this way. She wouldn’t stand for it. She was sure she would die somehow if she tried to.

Sneaking out of camp wasn’t difficult with her clanmates asleep. The moment she had, she bolted into the moor, no destination in mind. Away was where she wanted to go—anywhere but anywhere. StarClan, maybe. Curse Cloudflare and her littermates, curse them all for being alive and not Aspenberry, and curse Aspenberry, too! It wasn’t fair!

Flickerkit ran as far as she could before she got tired. Unseasoned as she was, it wasn't particularly far. Having no motivation to push herself and confident that it would take her clanmates a good while to find her, she halted and curled herself up tightly at the base of a large stone, nestled in the grass.

The sun rose. Soon it was near sunhigh. Flickerkit remained in the shade of the boulder, content—if you could call it that—to stay there forever.

TC Patrol Assignments (CF '21)

mushroom — Thu, 16 Apr 2026 01:38:07 +0000

Kestrelswipe was not in top form. His sleep had been troubled, and the tensions with other clans was wearing on his shoulders. But! Today was a new day, and he had duties to attend to. He called forth the able warriors of Thunderclan.

"Greenleaf is just about over. Soon, we will start to see the leaves turning brown and falling from the trees," he announced. "It's the perfect time to focus our efforts on hunting. Mistyleaf, Shadefrost, and Sunstrike, go ahead and focus on the Northforest for now. Greypebbles, Oaktall, and Smallbird can take the south, including Sunningrocks." He had to make sure that Riverclan knew that part of the territory was still theirs.

"Leopardrose, you may lead a border patrol with Stormfall and Dovethorn. Coyotebloom will lead the Moonhigh patrol with Brindlespice and Larchsong. As for myself, I will be focusing on working with my apprentice, and I expect Wrentalon to do the same. That is all."

Swoop & Peck

Chloe — Tue, 14 Apr 2026 01:58:41 +0000

"Go. I'll be here."

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Finchpaw padded on Kestrelswipe’s right side. The younger tomcat, normally alert, had recently been in a world of his own, unaware of things that had been going on around him. Regardless, he manages to shake the feeling off for the time being. He was looking forward to more combat training with his mentor. After all, it was his purpose to protect his loved ones from any possible danger that could show up. Finchpaw’s ears twitched, taking in the sounds that were happening around him and the smells around them. Although an ambush was highly unlikely, he could never be too careful.

The River Will Freeze Again

Chloe — Tue, 14 Apr 2026 01:35:40 +0000

"Run. That is an order."

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It almost seemed like Cinderwisp’s heart didn’t know how to relax. Like it was always fretting about something. Just when things seemed to be looking up, another thing seemed to start worrying her. And this time around, it was the knowledge that leaffall would begin to set in, though this worry was less anxiety-inducing than her previous ones.

With a deep breath, the molly called for RiverClan’s apprentices and warriors, prepared to assign patrols.

“Nettlesky, you will lead Briarfang and Ravenbloom on a border patrol at moonhigh. Following this, Thornstrike will lead Stormsquall and Sturgeonwhisker on a border patrol at dawn while Goosesong takes Merryaster and Mistydawn on a hunting patrol. At sunhigh, Coldstar will take Mintwhisker and Hailstrike on another border patrol. Cottonbright, take Clamsneeze and Ashsong on a border patrol at dusk. Ambersmudge and I will follow close behind for hunting. That is all for today.”

In the Light of Dawn (part 2)

Kitsufox — Sat, 11 Apr 2026 17:19:45 +0000

In youth we learn; in age we understand.

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Sunshine made the day feel warm as Ashcloud made his way into camp. As soon as he led the way through the West Tunnel his eyes switched to roving around in search of the pale form of the leader. Seeing her as quickly as possible was necessary. He needed to know if his plan would be accepted…

“Palestar? Are you around?” His voice was hesitant. He’d never tried to directly summon the leader. He was a Warrior. Normally he was the one being summoned! “It’s important!”