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“Good!” Heronsong paused to catch her breath, tail lashing from the battle practice. In the months of training, it was easy to forget how much Duskpaw had grown. He was nearly full-sized now, a stark contrast to the tiny kit he’d been when she’d helped bring him back from Fourtrees. She looked up to check the position of the sun for a moment, trying to judge how long they’d been working at it. “Let’s take a break for a moment to discuss.”

"Get back here, little lizard!" 𓅨₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖𓅨₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖𓅨₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖ 'Blah blah blah farm something Duchess blah blah blah…’ that was the last thing Raven had heard Noah say before he had gotten up and left. Seriously! Couldn’t he talk to her when she wasn’t half-asleep? Now she was alone and bored. So the molly had gone to find the tom who she considered her older brother, completely unaware that she was heading towards the wrong farm. Once Raven arrived, she eyed a ginger pelt. Hehe. This would teach him. The molly moved slowly, trying to ensure that her bel ...

What I dream, the day might send. Just around the riverbend. ❖ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ 💧 ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❖ Otterwhisker stood at the river’s edge, her breath curling in the cold air as she watched the ice shift and groan beneath the weight of the current. Though the surface had frozen solid she could hear the water moving underneath, a quiet reminder that the river never truly stilled. She flicked her ear at Cinderwhisper, her seemingly reluctant companion. "It's good that we come out by the River...Stretch our muscles. Just be careful not to slip." The shoreline was trea ...

Thornstrike refused to let the cold slow their steps. They padded against the wind as a brief breeze blew through the area, but some of it was blocked by foliage once Thornstrike reached a sandy area not unlike the one Coldgaze had a group of warriors and apprentices training in earlier that moon. "We're starting with sparring," the calico told Mistypaw once they found an acceptable spot. "Do you feel like you're struggling with anything in particular?"

Dawnflurry's breath clouded in the freezing air and snowflakes decorated his pelt as he stood at the Bramble Patch. "Specklenose will lead the sunhigh patrol," he meowed, "Sootbounce will lead the dusk patrol, Nightwhisper will lead the moonhigh patrol, and Hollyclaw will lead tomorrow's dawn patrol. Brackenwing and Whisperingwind, you'll organize the hunting patrols."

Fawnbriar's ears were flat and her fur fluffed up to try to keep the cold out and hope the sleet didn't create a layer of ice on her as she carefully made her way up the Talking Cliff for the Gathering announcement. What a miserable night for a Gathering. Hopefully no clan would want to stay out in this longer than needed so hopefully it would be a swift Gathering. But before there was the Gathering, there was the announcement of those attending with her. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Talking Cliff for a Clan meeting!"

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look. ✦･ﾟ: *✦･ﾟ:* 🐦 *:･ﾟ✦*:･ﾟ✦ Robinkit's little decorative nest was certainly coming along nicely, all the pieces in the right place, and no silvery kit to mess them up, mostly because she had found a small amount, give or take three to five, tiny thorns to carefully nudge into the edges, only Robinkit really knew where they lay, well until a cat steps on them that is. And a big part of Robinkit didn't want anyone to step in them, but a bigger part of her wanted to keep her nest safe, especially since she ador ...

The stars are but cold fire, unfeeling and distant. · ˚ ✧ · ˚ · ✧ ˚ · . The day was thick with a heavy chill even if the sun shown brightly above. Frost and dirt lay in uneven patches across the ground, disturbed only by the scuffling of paws and the sharp scent of blood now soaking into the earth. A struggle had taken place here - violent, erratic, and sudden. The claw marks raked deep into the frozen ground told as much, jagged trails carved into the dirt where paws had scrambled for purchase. Whisperingwind's body lay twisted among the undergrowth besi ...

Tigerrush had made sure to let her leader know that she had something she wished to discuss with Willowfrost and Nettleplume from Riverclan. Depending on the outcome of this discussion, she might even go visit the medicine cats of the other two clans, but she decided to start here. So she had made her way to the border, despite the chill of the season, and had waited to be happened upon by one of Riverclan's patrols. Thankfully, one patrol that was made up of Cottonbright, Mintwhisker and Mistypaw did just that. After a brief exchange with Cottonbright, the ...

"zzZZzz" ───── /ᐠ - ˕ -マᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ───── Noah was in a deep sleep on the top of the cat tree his housefolk provided for him and his sisters, the tom’s stomach to the sky. At this point, given how much time Noah spent with these humans, he might as well be one of their house cats but they probably didn’t see him that way. Not really at least. All they did was feed and pet him sometimes and let him hang around if they wanted. They didn’t groom him or take him to the vets for checkups or anything like they did for Raven or the elderly dog that lived here.

"..." ⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ Cinderwhisper was, as usual, sleeping in her nest. It’s all she did since she became an elder a moon ago. She wouldn’t be surprised if some cats questioned if she was even alive. Some days it didn’t feel like she was either, the molly disassociating sometimes when she was awake. The past few moons had been incredibly lonely but she didn’t have anybody to blame but herself. She didn’t make an effort to get to know her denmates and when they approached her, she either answered silently or bluntly. As her dreamless sleep continued how ...

Like the sun, I may burn fiercely, but it's my fire that warms those I hold dear. ━✦━✶━✺━☀️━✺━✶━✦━ And uneventful day was already mostly past at this point, the sun was beginning to set and the stars slowly began to dapple silverpelt above, glowing with every cat that was lost within the clans. Sunbear's sleeping red body rested comfortably in her nest that was recently cleaned by Fallpaw the day before. However Sunbear had only really been sleeping to pass the time, however peaceful it may be. The large ruddy she-cat rolled onto her side, e ...

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✧ ⭒ ✧ ⭒ ✧ ⭒ ✧ ⭒ ✧ The night was cold, the dampness of the earlier sleet clinging to the earth and turning every step into a slick, chilling reminder of leaf bare’s grip. Palestar led the way, her paws light but sure as ShadowClan moved beneath the Thunderpath tunnel, their pelts brushing against the rough stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of wet, cold earth and the lingering bitterness of the road above. She glanced ba ...

Marquess of Noon⤟ ♢ ✦ ♢ ⭒ ♕ ⭒ ♢ ✦ ♢ ⤠ The crisp winter air bit at Lelouch’s nose as he stepped onto the garden path, his delicate paws sinking lightly onto the chilly ground. Though the sun shone brightly overhead, it did little to chase away the lingering chill that had plagued Whitehart for days. Still, after being trapped indoors for far too long, even the cold was preferable to the monotony of the manor’s interior. Draped over his lithe frame was a fine-knit sweater in a muted shade of cream and white sweater, tailored to perfection. It clung snugly t ...

What are you afraid of losing if nothing in the world actually belongs to you. ~･ﾟ: *~･ﾟ:* 🫧 *:･ﾟ~*:･ﾟ~ Another successful day of training, Goosesong thought to himself as he dismissed his apprentice once more once returning to camp. He held a water shrew in his jaws and placed it in the fresh kill pile, the limp body sprawled out as it was dropped onto it's back. Goosesong twitched his ears for a moment before glancing to the sky, it was a slow sunset and a decently nice evening, getting closer to New-Leaf certainly. With a small huff he moved st ...

A little bit of elegance never goes out of style⋆｡°✦°｡⋆ ⭒ ⤞ ✦ ⤝ ⭒ ⋆｡°✦°｡⋆ The abandoned farm loomed ahead, its weathered bones standing defiant against the landscape of leafbare. The old barn’s roof sagged slightly, and the surrounding fields had long since been reclaimed by nature, but there was something about it - something steady, something lived in. Monty had spent the last week lingering just beyond its reach, watching from the tree line, weighing his odds. Rumors whispered among some of the clan cats from WindClan and wanderers spoke of a place whe ...

The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky❖ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❀ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❖ Emberdust padded away from the freshkill pile, her belly swaying slightly as she walked. The brisk leaf-fall air felt cool against her fur, though her cheeks were burning with embarrassment. She had outdone herself this time, devouring a whole squirrel and a mouse. But, in her defense, nursing three kits was no small feat and her body had practically demanded the feast. She flicked her shortened tail as though to brush away her self consciousness. The warrior turned queen cast a quick glance aro ...

What are you afraid of losing if nothing in the world actually belongs to you. ~･ﾟ: *~･ﾟ:* 💧 *:･ﾟ~*:･ﾟ~ The large warrior stepped into the camp with his apprentice behind him, he leaned down to whisper something to her, more than likely that she was free for the day and stretched out his paws, letting out a grunt, he had been doing a bit more field work with Stormpaw, and to him, she was shaping up nicely for her age. The long furred tom glanced over to the elders den for a moment, Lilyriver was eating, so they would have been asked if they needed ...

"It takes courage to speak on things you cannot feel ready for"▲▼‹‹▲ ▲››▼▲ At the entrance of the Gorse tunnel, arrives Spidertongue! He is still as expressionless as the tom has always been. Even with the amount of prey the warrior would bring back to camp. 'One mouse, one plump squirrel. Enough to fill the Freshkill pileat..nothing new' as he commented on the inside.Looking up now he's eyes widen a little - Greypebbles, his own brother, and he's right there at the pile. Spidertongue hasn't gotten an opurtunity to chat with him for a while. So as he cleare ...

I’d rather bear the weight of others than let others carry pain alone. ━✦━✶━✺━🌸━✺━✶━✦━ Basilflame seemed to gaze off into the sunset for a moment, it was only faint stars that dappled the sky, but she noticed them and they seemed to bring her a sense of peace. The soft-furred lynx point had checked with the elders and queens if they had needed any prey before grabbing a finch from the fresh kill pile. Hazel eyes glanced back over to the nursery, she had been greeted by a wave of a dappled tortoiseshell and white tail of Beewhisker and Basilflame no ...

I am shaped by the trials I refuse to surrender to. ✧✦✧༄༅:･ﾟ🕊️･ﾟ:༅༅༄✧✦✧ Lilyriver had requested that Ebonyflare meet her at the river copse at sunset earlier in the day, and she sat at the edge of the river, gazing down at her reflection for a moment, then her working eye caught sight of the orange light of sunset cast a familiar, warm glow over the river that they called their home. Lilyriver flicked on of her ears in thought, she had specifically asked Ebonyflare to leave at least a pre-gathering meeting's worth of time before meeting her, ...

Well, this had to happen eventually. Sunstrike had told Finchkit and Robinkit to meet her out in the clearing at noon, but she wasn’t feeling any better about it as the sun rose to its zenith. They had a right to know. About why Wildcry spoke so highly of them and Rimekit. Why so many in the clan had been excited to meet them…and exactly what they were responsible for come their apprenticeship. It was unfair to them to put so much on them. But it was also unfair to let them wander unknowingly into the mess their ancestors had made. She supposed she would ...

The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky❖ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❀ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❖ Emberdust let out a huff as she shifted in her nest, trying to make herself comfortable. The nursery felt too small today, the air too thick, and her fur too warm. She kicked at a clump of moss that dared stick to her belly, muttering under her breath as she adjusted the lining of her nest for the third time that morning. She craned her neck awkwardly to groom her swollen belly, pausing to nudge a paw against the faint flutter of life inside her. Lifting her head, Emberdust’s gaze drifted to t ...

A little bit of elegance never goes out of style⋆｡°✦°｡⋆ ⭒ ⤞ ✦ ⤝ ⭒ ⋆｡°✦°｡⋆ Monty padded along the border of WindClan, his amber eyes scanning the frostbitten moorland for any sign of prey. The cold bite of leafbare clung to the air, and even the faintest rustle of movement stirred hope in his chest. The crunch of ice beneath his paw pads reminded him of the cobbled streets of his past, though the wide, open moorland was far more unforgiving. But even as the thought passed by, the world seemed to tilt as his leg slipped out from under him, sending him spra ...

"You're a star in my sky!" ⚝──⭒─𖣂.ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･𖣂.ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･─⭒──⚝ It was a little before sun high when Cedarkit had been allowed out of the nursery to go to the elders' den. They could feel Beewhisker's eyes on them the whole walk to the elders' den and continued to feel their dam's gaze even when they were inside the elders' den! Was that even possible? The elders' den was sooo far away from the nursery. Maybe when kits grew into cats they could see much farther. It would make sense. Cedarkit could see more whenever Bayflower gave them a badger ri ...