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Screaming into the void counts as progress ❖ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ 𓆣 ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❖ A lone rumble thundered along the Thunderpath belonging to a singular silvery monster. Robins chirped in the mid morning as a tortie and white she-cat bent over towards an attractive patch of garlic. Now that the rogue had been taken care of there was little to fear; the curfew had been lifted and cat's didn't need a second body to accompany them anymore. Flutterdream was perfectly capable of gathering what she needed before the Gathering and she began to delicately clip the needed garlic leaves ...

❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ I identify as a threat. My pronouns are Try/Me. ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ It was, perhaps, foolish for a clan leader to spend his entire day fishing alone. He has many responsibilities, and there was a loose murderer roaming about. But Coldstar had gone anyways - instructing Cinderwisp that he would be gone for the day, and to keep warriors busy with tasks in the fields and by Silvergorge. He'd ignored her strange looks when he set out. And in his defence, he's caught quite a few larger fis ...

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. ‹‹‹‹ ›››› The night was still as a few clouds floated in the moonless sky. Lion’s Glory was fading, ready to give over its warm grasp into the peak of Green-leaf’s heat. The grass still held some damp from the rain that had wet the world earlier in the day. The Apprentice’s Den, tucked between the Warriors and Elders dens, was dry. The clinging moisture hadn’t crept inside during the light rain of the morning. Tucked amongst the moss, dried grasses, and downy feathers two of the warm form ...

The air's stillness was odd for the moors. Fallheart had resigned himself to staying closer to camp. With the rogue still running about, and the memory of the attack on Pipertuft still fresh in his mind, he wasn't keen on adventuring too far on his own. He glanced around a flat patch of ground for any rabbit or mouse holes, and pawed at the sturdy ground. "This area should be fine," he mewed to his fellow warrior. "So...did you want to practice anything specific? I was thinking about working on more defensive stuff. Protecting my neck, and all, you know?

Storytelling reveals meaning ‹‹‹‹ ›››› Loot was near vibrating as she stalked down the street in the sunshine, using fences to get off the ground anywhere she could. Her dark brown tail was straight up in excitement, the tip flicking rapidly behind her. Anyone nearby would be able to hear the alto of her purr as she moved. No one, not even her sister, was about to believe the tale Loot had to tell now. She’d met something… someone utterly extraordinary! Loot’s blue eyes roved across the lawns, fences, and street. She needed someone, anyone, who would li ...

I wanna be where the people are. *＊✿❀ ❀✿＊* Squeezing her way through the small hole in the building which allowed her freedom Artemis breathed in the fresh air of the outdoors. Under the guise of night she was able to leave without the humans knowing. The moon shone bright overhead, reflecting off her pale colored fur. To her the world looked like it was glowing. She was yet to venture too far from the cafe. It was still so overwhelming, what was she supposed to do? Artemis kept her body low to the ground in an attempt to avoid being spotted by whatever ...

NIGHTWHISPER ShadowClan Warrior The day had been crisp and fresh, which turned the night cool and damp, for a swamp anyway. Nightwhisper was stalking a frog from behind, letting the mud quiet her pawsteps as she slowly but surely moved closer to it. The frog croaked and one of her curled ears twitched in the silence before she launched herself confidently and slammed her teeth into the frog before it made another sound... aside from her purring as her teeth tasted blood. The small she-cat lifted herself confidently and shook and mud that might have dapple ...

Petalsnap poked her head into the Warrior’s Den and looked around hopefully. “Anyone up for some hunting on the Steppe?” It was a warm and breezy afternoon, and, finding herself with nothing to do, and feeling it even more of a crime than usual with such nice weather, she had almost struck out on her own to escape the stillness—or what felt like stillness to her, at least. Hunting with clanmates was always better than going out alone, though, so she had decided to find some cat (or cats) willing to join her.

What I dream, the day might send. Just around the riverbend. ❖ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ 💧 ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❖ Choosing a patch of sunlight near the roots of the twistijng willow tree that sheltered them, an older, but healthy Otterwhisker was in relatively good spirits. Relatively speaking, that is. A rogue that murdered indicriminately across the Clans dampened her adventurous desire. Coldstar wisely tried to discourage single cats going off on their own - and for an adventurous cat like her, it felt almost like a prison sentence. She'd have to try and find an escort or two to ...

Screaming into the void counts as progress ❖ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ 𓆣 ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❖ South of their territory, Aspenberry's frame had dipped into a practiced hunting crouch. Ahead shuffling through the grass was a young rabbit foraging from its nest. It wasn't recommended that a cat be on their own since the attacks started and she made sure to bring someone who at least seemed willing to accompany her. [A few minutes earlier] Riding an updraft at an alarming speed was a raven, a bird that frequented the company of a certain cat. It cawed urgently, swooping down to rake a nearb ...

GINGERTHRASH | ThunderClan Elder The sun had just begun to rise above the clouds that coated the horizon and Gingerthrash, against his usual disposition, was already awake and chewing on a woodchuck as he rested his body on a branch that gave the camp an overhang and gave the lilac caramel elder a perfect view of the happenings in the camp. His amber eyes narrowed at the apprentice den. The only cat in their worth their weight was Rimepaw... maybe Finchpaw, but he wasn't bothered to try and convince himself of that. Evidently, his thoughts carried to Cher ...

Garden's gem, in sunlight's blaze༻❁༺ The River was a welcome sight as sunlight shimmered across the river's surface, the water litting between reed and stone. She had made sure not to leave any cat behind as they sprinted towards their destination - it was better to all stick together with a rogue on the loose. Merryaster stood quietly at the bank, her tail curling loosely behind her as she listened before finally letting out a slow breath. "StarClan, it's beautiful today. I think I'll hunt some small prey for the kits to enjoy if you two want to scout out ...

Garden's gem, in sunlight's blaze༻❁༺ Warm greenleaf air drifted lazily through the hanging curtains of the Twin Willow as Merryaster stretched along one of the roots. The shade beneath the paired trees dappled her striped, pointed pelt in shifting patterns of light and leaf shadow as she watched. The young warrior had chosen the spot deliberately. From here she could see most of camp without being directly in the middle of it. The steady rhythm of RiverClan life hummed around her like birdsong - and birdsong too. Greenleaf had softened Clan life into a tem ...

Screaming into the void counts as progress ❖ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ 𓆣 ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❖ A shallow breath stirred the fur on Cherrytree's tucked legs as she slept in her den. The early hours of the morning heralded the usual bird song, but within the Elder's Den, change was coming. It was then she drew in her last breath. Her slumber was filled with scenes of her kin, her blood growing strong in the Clan - she'd watch over them all, especially her youngest, Finchpaw, Robinpaw, and Rimepaw. A chickadee chirped. And the day continued.

Screaming into the void counts as progress ❖ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ 𓆣 ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❖ There was no telling when Brackenwing would awaken. They had arrived, bloodied alongside their hunting companion, Emberdust, who described the harrowing experience of being brutaly attacked near the edges of their easternmost territory. Palestar had been notified, but now Flutterdream - and Muddypaw - had to try and save the life of another. It was a harsh introduction to becoming a medicine cat. It was the next morning and Flutterdream entered the sick den with the intension of changing the po ...

Being different means being unique and that's what makes the world an exciting place to be in. ∘◦✧◦∘ 🫀 ∘◦✧◦∘ The camp chores didn't bother Wolfpaw as much as they might have another apprentice. For him, it gave him something productive today instead of simply waiting for the sun to go by after he and Heronsong had finished up their training for the day. And in a way, he enjoyed that productivity as well as taking more of the workload off of the young warriors. Wolfpaw's dark shape emerged from the elders' den with a clump of moss in his jaws, the ...

I’d rather bear the weight of others than let others carry pain alone. ━✺━🌿━✺━ It was funny almost, how the clans could be in the middle of turmoil from a murderous rogue, and yet, the sun still shone bright and beautiful during the day like nothing was wrong. However, on this fine morning, Basilflame had earlier offered to share prey with Sunbear, even though her mother had refused, it didn't deter her mood. The day was too nice to be hindered by gloom. So, without much theatrics, she made her way to the pile of fresh kill and pulled out a small ...

Frost-kissed fur hides a fiery spirit⋆｡°❅°｡⋆ ⭒ ──● ❄ ●── ⭒ ⋆｡°❅°｡⋆ The morning's training still hummed in Rimepaw's limbs as she crouched at the edge of the Side Stream. The water was cool and clear, rippling around smooth stones and flirting flashes of silver every so often. She eyed them coolly, wondering if she could potentially become a better fisher than a soggy-pelted RiverClanner. She paused mid drink to glance at her reflection. Her whiskers were damp and fur slightly mussed from sparring. Odd eyes bright despite the drill. "I almost had you ...

One day, I’ll fight beside the warriors. Not against them ·: *ೃ༄ ☁︎ .ೃ࿐:· Galekit sat in the nursery, he would be fibbing if he said he wasn't bored. There weren't many interesting things going on in the nursery it may be cozy and safe, but it lacked the excitement that he wanted at the time of his boredom. He rolled over in the nest laying sprawled, he wanted to play with his sister, but she had played when he was taking a nap, but now he was awake, and she was exhausted. He rose his head to look at his mother she was more awake but was occupied wi ...

Spawn of flame, Thunder-struck, from the ashes I rise──●◎●── The stones of Sunningrocks radiated warmth beneath Leopardrose’s belly, heat seeping pleasantly into muscles that had known too many tense patrols as of late. She stretched long across the sun soaked rock, spine arching in a slow ripple that showed the full length of her exotic frame. Leopardrose carried something wilder in her outline, rosetted pelt gleaming and limbs built for angled stride. Despite the periodic cloud cover when the sun shone the shine caught her pelt. But even though she may h ...

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night✧ ⭒ ✧ ⭒ ✧ ⭒ ✧ ⭒ ✧ Palestar had met with Emberdust who seemed all too excited to step into her den. When the pair left the den together Palestar easily made her way to her usual spot to address the clan in shortly before the sunhigh patrol left for the day. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here in the shelter of the briar patch for a Clan meeting." Her call carried throughout the clearing. Her mismatched eyes se ...

  Those who follow blindly will never learn to see the truth. ~Breezewing✧ ⭒ ✧ ⭒ ✧ ⭒ ✧ ⭒ ✧ The wind rolled clean and steady across the moor, slipping through the hollow of WindClan’s camp and brushing Breezewing’s fur the wrong way as he stood near the rise that led up toward the Talking Cliff. It was a good place to train, open ground, soft dust underpaw, and enough space for a mistake without someone tumbling straight into the elders’ den. He flicked an ear back toward the apprentice padding up behind him, not bothering to turn fully at first. “A ...

❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ I identify as a threat. My pronouns are Try/Me. ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ ⭒ ❅ The days for this moon seemed to pass similarly to the last. It almost enough to make one fall into a sense of peace. But that could also lead to complacency. Even so, Coldstar wasn't one to look overlook small mercies. He had a fed clan, healthy kits and plans for the future. He could afford what little peace he could get for now. Stretching out in his den he appreciated the cool, earthen ground beneath his back bef ...

Without passion you don’t have energy, without energy you have nothing. ･ﾟ✧⭑🍓⭑✧･ﾟ Berrypaw stumbled into the medicine den with Beewhisker flanking him, worry plaguing his birthing parent's expression. He didn't seem to understand why they were so concerned, it was just a bit of swelling and it would go down by the next day surely... although the worry might have been because he took himself out of camp without Breezewing, but he would have interrupted his hunt with all his lectures. But maybe if Breezewing was there, he wouldn't have rolled on his ...