Open to Join [Sticky] [ACTIVITY CHECK] As the Cold Settles In... [LN20]

Bloodlines of strength ignite fierce souls
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Wildcry’s ears flicked at Moosestar’s call. She felt a faint ache in her bones as she stood, then reminded herself with a wry smirk that she had more to carry these days.

Padding over, she took her place near the edge of the crowd, her belly beginning to show the slightest of curves beneath her pelt. It was hardly noticeable but there was a quiet pride that she couldn’t quite ignore. Wildcry sat down, wrapping her tail neatly over her paws, and cast an softly judgemental look at Moosestar on the High Rock. She couldn’t help but feel a flicker of amusement, seeing the way he had begun to settle into his role.

Wildcry’s ear twitched, and she shifted her attention back to Moosestar, ready to take in the days announcement to who would follow him to the Gathering. 

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished
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Bravesong was tucked into the cozy shadows of the warriors' den, nibbling at a piece of tough mouse. The taste of fresh prey was starting to feel more and more like a distant memory, replaced with the familiar tang of cold, hard-earned morsels.

Hearing Moosestar’s voice ring out across camp, Bravesong perked up, the old ache in his limbs protesting as he rose to his paws. He paused, giving his chest fur a few hurried licks before heading out. Pride swelled in his chest as he padded forward to join the gathering, thinking back on how far Moosestar had come since first stepping up as leader.

Settling himself near the front, Bravesong flicked his tail around his paws and looked up with quiet anticipation. Whoever Moosestar led to Fourtrees, he felt certain Moosestar would guide them well - just as the sun rose each morning, no matter how cold it felt.

Spawn of flame, Thunder-struck, from the ashes I rise
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Leopardrose was crouched in her corner of the warriors' den, fussing over her nest with precise flicks of her paws, determined to clear away stray bits of brittle bracken. The chill had crept in almost overnight, and she wasn't about to let the cold seep in through her bedding. As she carefully layered fresh moss over the base, Moosestar's call echoed entered her ears.

She lifted her head, catching sight of him up on the High Rock. It seemed he was settling into his role with more confidence - something Leopardrose admired. Giving her nest a final satisfied pat, she rose and slipped out of the den, her sleek pelt catching the light as she made her way toward the gathering cats.

Even the smallest pebble can make ripples that change the course of the stream.

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Greypebbles, upon hearing the voice of Moosestar, perked up his ears and his head up. He had been perched comfortably by the warriors den when the meeting was called. The young warrior blinked, the last time he went to the gathering, he acted as if he was ill, and it worked for the most part about getting cats away from him, but he felt that if he went today, it would be somewhat redundant to repeat that again. He would simply not talk to any cat he didn't personally know, that should be easy right?

The small grey tom settled in the clearing at the edge of the clearing blending in with the other warriors. That's how he liked it, he liked not being noticed, he liked not being special, but sometimes, he just wished that he would matter to someone... anyone.

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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The call of Moosestar made Robinkit flinch but having not really heard the call before, it intrigued her, she stretched out her tiny paws and then waddled towards the entrance of the nursery, wrapping her tail around her paws as she sat at the entrance to the nursery. Am I old enough to catch my own prey yet? she thought to herself "Probably not" she muttered to herself, but she was still intrigued to what was happening, so she continued to sit, colorless eyes fixed onto the lanky brown body of her leader.