Search result for: 

Spawn of flame, Thunder-struck, from the ashes I rise──●◎●── Leopardrose had her vole in front of her shortly after returning from dawn patrol, her movements careful in a way she didn’t usually bother with. Her shoulder gave a faint throb beneath her pelt. It was nothing compared to what Quailcall must be feeling... But her gaze was pulled towards the entrance of the medicine cat's den.A shadow settled over her face, soft but unmistakable and flexed her claws into the dirt, wishing she had clawed more into the pelt of the rogue for everything she's done. ...

The stars are but cold fire, unfeeling and distant. · ˚ ✧ · ˚ · ✧ ˚ · . The storm had passed but the earth was still wet. Gemini moved like a ghost through the undergrowth, fur damp from crossing over into RiverClan territory. Through the voices sifting through her head one shadow stood out - the cat she was tracking. A grey tabby. Could have been doing anything, but when he paused to sniff the air, Gemini struck from between the foliage. She slammed into his flank with all her weight. Stoneclaw snarled, twisting with surprising speed and meeting her with ...

Spawn of flame, Thunder-struck, from the ashes I rise──●◎●── Leopardrose scraped a quick layer of earth and leaves over the chipmunk she had felled. Her paws moved with practiced precision, pressing the soil down until the catch was neatly hidden. It was a small victory but she hoped it wouldn't be the only thing they bring back. She gave her chest a brief lick before flicking her ears toward the trees. The forest was thick with the hum of greenleaf life but she couldn't help but try and listen for things that would be unnerving. Her muscles stayed coiled ...

Garden's gem, in sunlight's blaze༻❁༺ Merryaster padded parallel to the gentle gurgle of the river as it separated both clans. The striped mink she-cat was in a relatively pleasant mood despite the lingering malaise of finding her sire dead in his nest come the morning of their vigil. Ashsong was her patrol partner today. It was fortuntate the tom had been available, as it was a good idea to double up in pairs due to the rogue attacks. As cautious as they were, duties still needed to be done, and borders maintained. Coldstar held no love for ThunderClan, bu ...

Heronsong kept her wits about her as she patrolled the border. Palestar’s warning of not leaving the camp alone had stuck with her. But her patrol partner had just stepped away for a moment, so she wasn’t technically alone. She was safe. Enough. For now. But a breeze blew through the pines, bringing in a new smell. Heronsong lifted her head, taking in the scent. It was odd, definitely cat but not of any clan. Perhaps it was the rogue. The tortoiseshell Palestar had warned everyone about. Her hackles raised, she took a few steps over the border, trying to ge ...

Love is just a cloudy sky as far as I can see⤝ ⥈ ⥈ ☁ ⥈ ⥈ ⤞ Cloudflare shifted in his nest, the moss rustling faintly under the weight of his broad frame. Sleep clung to him like tatters and never quite settling. His muscles twitched as if chasing some unseen quarry, paws kneading against the bedding before stilling again. His tail tip gave a restless little flick brushing against the wall of his nest. Beneath his closed lids his eyes darted, sharp and unsettled, chasing shapes and fears that refused to quiet. His breath came uneven, chest rising and ...

Healing is a matter of time,but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity. ‹‹‹‹ ›››› Rowanglade kept walking side by side with her apprentice. They’d only just crossed the Thunderpath and made it into the East Treeline and the damp that had followed the thunderstorm earlier in the day wet her paws and underside, but it hardly crossed her mind as they walked. ”I know you don’t want to talk about it,” First we make our choices. Then our choices make us ‹‹‹‹ ›››› Pipertuft cut Rowanglade off. ”It’s not anything that matters,” The words came ou ...

I’d rather bear the weight of others than let others carry pain alone. ━✦━✶━✺━🌸━✺━✶━✦━ With the energy of a much younger warrior, Basilflame bounded over to the fence-line that bordered the farmhouse field. She hadn't told Sunbear why they were coming here, but she would figure it out soon enough. After all, she was a clever old badger. Just briefly after Basilflame bounced up onto the fence, she turned to the darker she-cat as she slowly approached the white fence, weathered by many paws and claws scraping against it. Sometimes those paws and cla ...

Bravesong limped his way toward the warriors den, his gait awkward and a bit unsteady but he was a cat with purpose. The sun was high in the sky and he hoped he caught some of the warriors before patrols. The black and white tom paused halfways to flex the toes on his twisted paw. The stiffness wasn’t as bad as it used to be thanks to Tigerrush and the warm weather, but a cold dawn would always test his flexibility. He ducked his head as he approached the den, slipping underneath it's comfortable shade. His hazel eye swiped every nest, calling softly as his ...

Shadesleek's tail-tip twitched. She and Oatpaw hadn't even gotten far from camp before she started pacing a bit as she debated what she could teach him that day. The twitching turned to her tail swishing, then flicking, then lashing once until she realized what it was doing and stopped. "Sorry," she mewed gruffly. "I just feel... really distracted by everything lately, and I know that's not very mentorly of me and it's not even really grief, I don't think, but—" Shadesleek stopped herself from rambling on. She took a breath and tried to sound more co ...

Kestrelswipe cleared his throat. “Leopardrose will lead a border patrol. Fallstripe and Savagefox can organize some hunting patrols. Greenleaf won’t last forever, so let’s make the most of it! Wrentalon will be first on shift for guarding the camp today, and Dovethorn can take over after.” The Riverclan border was a point of contention in his mind. Especially with the threat of rogues to all the clans, this was no time to explicitly pick a fight. But still. “Sunstrike can lead a patrol along the eastern border. Be sure to refresh the scent markings. That is ...

Someday, thought Dawnflurry as he rose to leave his den for patrol assignments, someone else will be doing this, and I'll be... somewhere... Where would he be? The elders' den? Or would he just rejoin the warriors'? One day at a time, he told himself as he reached the Talking Spot. "Duskmantle will lead today's sunhigh patrol," he told the warriors. "I'll lead the dusk patrol, Ashcloud will lead the moonhigh patrol, and Specklenose will lead tomorrow's dawn patrol. Nightwhisper and Echobright will organize the hunting patrols. Remember, we're still not le ...

Even a flame that burns softly can still bring warmth through the darkest nights. ═══ ❀ ✧ 🪷 ✧ ❀ ═══ The warmth of the bright sun bore down on ThunderClan camp after rainfall had been evident in the damp air. To Orchidflame, it was the best time to get out of the elders’ den and enjoy the fresh sunlight. Leaving camp wasn’t exactly on her regimen today, the sun lit up the camp fine without the forest casting shade over the camp. With a soft huff, the calico elder heaved herself to her paws, the stiff leg ached but not harshly, enough that a little ...

The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all❖ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❀ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❖ Heatherpaw wrung out a clump of moss between her paws, flicking droplets of water onto the dusty ground before pressing it into a neat little pile. "There...Fresh bedding, soft as newleaf clouds! Hopefully the Elder's appreciate a fresh nest." Her whiskers twitched with amusement, but her eyes cut sidelong toward Berrypaw. The younger apprentice still had that bright, new sun look about them. "Okay, now..." She glanced at the younger apprentice with a grimace. "You k ...

Sunpool would've yawned as she returned to camp from a successful hunting trip with Hollyclaw, but the red she-cat's mouth was full with the neck of the duck the two had caught. By the time Sunpool reached the fresh-kill pile, Hollyclaw had already dropped off their smaller catches and gone off to do something else. "Always so busy," Sunpool murmured after setting the fowl down. With that out of the way, she took a few steps away from the pile, stretched deeply, and let out an audible yawn before plopping down and rolling onto her side to enjoy late morn ...

Like the sun, I may burn fiercely, but it's my fire that warms those I hold dear. ━✦━✶━✺━☀️━✺━✶━✦━ Sunhigh took its toll on the camp as it bore down warm onto SunBear’s crimson fur. She had just returned from her daily walks so that her joints don't fail her and was now after the shade of the elders’ den. She slipped in, flicking her tail as it slipped into the elders’ den and she sat in a nest she had claimed moons ago. She fluffed the moss that laid the nest, rushed and a little messy. Sunbear let out a sigh, probably Berrypaw’s work but d ...

I’d rather bear the weight of others than let others carry pain alone. ━✦━✶━✺━🌸━✺━✶━✦━ Basilflame was easily able to slip away from camp, the commotion regarding the upcoming ceremonies gave her some time to pay a visit to someone that she hadn’t it quite some time, although she did have a reason to come beside the usual camaraderie. She wanted to help her clanless companion defend himself ig it came to it. And the two could use some catching up. One thing she knew is that she found him here, he must have a home here of some kind. A camp of sorts, ...

Even the smallest smile can brighten the darkest den. ═════ ∘◦⛅️◦∘ ═════ The flicking of a small, white, bushy tail dusted the ground of RiverClan's camp like a bottlebrush as she crept forward with the focus of a senior warrior that had finally cornered her prey. While her hunter's crouch was not perfect, Lilyriver had made her future mentor's work easy by teaching her and Galekit the right posture herself. What she was stalking? That was easy, the striped tuft of short tail fur that was attached to Merryaster, a fairly new warrior that sh ...

Out with the old - In with the bold ‹‹‹‹ ›››› In the warmth and protection of the Elder’s Hollow, nestled behind the roots and bodies close together sharing heat, the gray form of Boldstrike was still as the dawn broke. The sounds of quiet breathing filled the space, but he didn’t move. He didn’t even breathe. Boldstrike was stillness itself, cold and empty of all that made him thrive in the clans. Instead he was Boldstar again. Welcomed by StarClan but far away from the place he’d called home for over seven years. Instead freed into the place he’d spen ...

Tiptoe through the murk and mire✧ ⭒ ♦ ⭒ ♖ ⭒ ♦ ⭒ ✧ Duskmantle had waited a few days before moving. Duchess’ words had clung stubbornly to him, curling around his thoughts until no matter how he tried, they refused to release their hold. The northern farm lay much closer than he expected, right across the Thunderpath at the tip of ShadowClan territory and above WindClans. He moved carefully each step chosen with purpose pausing often to draw in the scents of the warm, damp greenleaf air. Too many paws had stalked this land in recent moons and D ...

I’m not different. Am I? ═════ ∘◦✧◦∘ 🐾 ∘◦✧◦∘ ═════ Another day of not leaving camp didn't bother Wolfkit all that much, but his sisters and even his mother were a lot more restless than he was. Sometimes some time out of the nursery wasn't that bad. He thought to himself as he moved around the camp, finding an open den, one of two that were directly next to one another. He hadn't been in this den before but he was told what it was, the Leader's den. Palestar's. The black smoke tom placed a paw on the threshold, his bright orange eyes peeking into ...

Even the smallest pebble can make ripples that change the course of the stream. ⋘ ──── ∙∙•🪨•∙∙ ──── ⋙ Greypebbles padded silently through the undergrowth, his long, pale grey and white body moving with careful precision as he led the small patrol. The dappled sunlight flickered across his fur, but he barely noticed, his greyish-blue eyes scanning the forest floor for any sign of the rogue tortoiseshell that had been preying on their clanmates. Behind him, Leopardrose followed, he assumed her tail would be swishing with restless resolve, everyone wa ...

Healing is a matter of time,but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity. ‹‹‹‹ ›››› Rowanglade was still, leaned up against the unmoving form of her Apprentice. Pipertuft’s red pelt hardly rippled with each faint breath. It had been this was since the desperate panic to get her put back together as well as possible had begun. Cloudflare had packed the wounds with moss and spiderwebs (An absolutely outdated technique. If Featherflight was still alive she’d have torn her a tail off! Filthy things, Spiderwebs). Infection was setting in despite her best ...

Survival demands caution, but greatness requires daring⋆｡°✩ ⭒ ──● 𓄿 ●── ⭒ ⋆｡°✩ The storm had broken in the night, leaving the world rinsed clean. Droplets still clung to the grass, glittering in the morning light, and the air carried that sharp wet earth scent that followed thunder. Kosmo sat in the hush of it all, a tall silhouette between two broad oaks whose roots gripped the bank like claws. His raven circled once above, then dropped low, settling with a guttural croak in the crook of a branch. The cinnamon tom’s mismatched gaze followed her briefly be ...

Even a flame that burns softly can still bring warmth through the darkest nights. ═══ ❀ ✧ 🌸 ✧ ❀ ═══ The day was warm and sunny enough for a walk by the stream that ran through the northside of ThunderClan territory, the stream flowed steadily and Orchidflame noticed a few tiny fish flicking through, though none that she would really find herself catching anytime soon, especially with her stiff front paw. Her lopsided stride brought her to a gap in the trees where the sun pressed against the stream just enough to make it seem like the water emitted ...