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SOURCE: https://www.flickr.com/photos/htakashi/5338316088/in/album-72157625780899750/

"Work hard, be kind, and amazing things will happen."

Nettlestar • Male • Leader • 48 Moons • Bedroom of the Leader's Place --> Just Outside
Mentions: OPEN

The humidity crept in from a broken window across from the torn and collapsed bed, its stifling grossness kept mostly at bay by the walls of the brick abode. Inside, Nettlestar's stone eyes were hidden by pale eyelids is if he were still slumbering, but the flicking ear atop his head falsified suspicion. Handsomely-structured head rested lazily on pale paws until boredom compelled him to rise, jaws opening in a sharp-toothed yawn. Rough, scarred pawpads found the still-soft material of the moldy sheets and the firm mattress in slow progression as the groggy male left his warm spot behind temporarily, slinking out further onto the slightly-shredded bedspread. Crouching at the end of his bed, the handsome Leader launched forward, leaving the room through the window. With practiced skill, his claws held him steady atop the rain-dampened roof and kept his footing secure as he moved further down the shallow incline. He lept again, latching onto the thick bark of a nearby tree, and made his way down.




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SOURCE: https://500px.com/photo/55335158/snow-king-by-milla-peltoniemi

"The danger in promiscuity is that it's always barking at your heels."

Whistlefrost • Female • Warrior • 29 Moons • Living Room of the Warrior's Place
Mentions: OPEN

Whistlefrost, in all of her vixenish grace, rose to her feet with a silent sigh, the grogginess lifting. A short glance around revealed the glaring absence of cats awake in the immediate vicinity. Humming softly, the petite Ragdoll stretched her limbs and gracefully lifted a brown paw, cleaning it for a minute before setting it back upon the torn fabric. As she sat and her mind wandered, a fleeting thought crossed her mind, a personally off-kilter scheme to ensure that her beauty and grace. She'd always been opposed to being bred, shrugging off any attempt made by an over-zealous male who took her flirting too seriously, but for this momentary firing of synapses, she toyed with the idea of her own offspring. They'd be gorgeous babies, sure, but what would that do to her body? Pregnancy was difficult too. And Hillclan had enough to feed already. Ah well. It was a thought. The molly stood from her cushion atop the dusty, tattered couch and gracefully found the floor with a short leap. The humming commotion of sleeping cats infiltrated her chocolate ears, which swiveled to search for emerging conversations, searching for another awake cat.




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SOURCE: Art by Flowerse #116209

"There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow men. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self."

Swanpaw • Female • Apprentice • 8 Moons • Bathroom of the Apprentice's Place
Mentions: Stonepaw [NPC]

A bloom of dull light dyed the beautiful white of Swanpaw's thick coat, painting the molly like a slab of fine marble. The same rising light streaked through the window in front of her, gradually becoming lighter as the great big light in the sky began rise higher above the horizon. The apprentice's thick tail, curled around her paws as it usually was, tapped the windowsill on which she was perched as if thanking it for providing a cozy seat before she stood, stretching. Her light eyes scanned the bathroom below her as her friend gradually awoke, lifting his round, grey head to face her. "Sleepy Stonepaw," she teased, bouncing from the windowsill to the corner of the sink, gazing down at her friend as he lay curled in the basin. A paw extended outwards to bat the young male's ear playfully, prompting a soft grunt from the grey tom. "Silly Swany," he said at last, climbing from the sink basin and making his way down to the ground, avoiding any other apprentices on his way out of the room, Swanpaw following closely behind.

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SOURCE: Art by Flowerse #116209

"There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow men. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self."

Swanpaw • Female • Apprentice • 8 Moons • Bathroom of the Apprentice's Place
Mentions: Houndpaw; Stonepaw [NPC]

As she stepped over the threshold to the corridor, Swanpaw's ears flicked back to face the rather loud voice that rang from behind her. Her shoulders tensed for a moment, startled by the fellow apprentice's cheery call, but relaxed soon after. "Hey, Houndpaw," she greeted joyfully, halting her steps and twisting her graceful neck to peer at the brown and white tom. Stonepaw, too, stopped and smiled politely at the young male but allowed his friend to do most of the talking. "Sorry if we woke you," she apologized, careful to keep her voice low as to not disturb any of the other sleeping apprentices. Still, the small sounds of groaning creaked from the collection of sleeping cats, a few of their numbers stretching out or shooting pointed looks at the trio of early risers.

Ravenfeather
Male | 57 Moons | Nebelung | Warrior | Location: Warrior Sleeping Area-->Elder Sleeping Area-->Middle of camp | Mentions: Mistcloud [NPC] (Brief) (Open) | Character Sheet

The grey tom slowly opened his eyes. What had awoken him was the faint pouring of light entering the building's cracked windows. New day.. he thought to himself as he rosed off the tainted fabric he called his bed. He gave his fur a few quick licks before he sauntered with heavy steps towards the exit. Most cats could tell that the tom was groggy and still not fully awake just by his strides. When he exited the building he squinted; the light was emence compared to the dimly lit building he took refuge in, but had been slightly blocked by the fog. He stood there quietly as he let his eyes adjust to the vivid sun's light that was bleeding through the fog that clunged to the ground. Once he felt assured that his crystalline eyes wouldn't be harmed by the rays he went on a short journey to building were his mother slept, along with the rest of the elders.

He stopped to a hault, lifting his gaze upwards to look at the run downed building. It made him wonder, how did this all came to be. He was still considered young, so he didn't know much of what happened in the past. He brushed the thought aside as he entered the building through an opening in the wall. He sniffed the air, looking for his mother's scent. There she is he thought as he picked up her scent and followed it to a couch. Sure enough the old she-cat was sleeping away on a torn recliner. He jumped onto the seat along side his mother's sleeping body. Ravenfeather and Mistcloud look exactly alike, the only difference between the mother and son was size. The tom was much larger than his mother, towering over her with ease. He prodded his mother's side, seeing if she would awake.

"Ravenfeather..?" the old she-cat mused softly. The tom brought his cheek to her face, rubbing it lightly against her head. "I'm here. I was just making sure you were ok." he murmured to the feline. "You know I'm perfectly fine, you don't have to keep coming over here just to check up on me Ravenfeather." she said, giving a soft purr of contentment. " You never know Mistcloud. That's why I must check up on you everyday. Now, what would you like for today? A mouse, a vole? I'll try my best to get it." he purred with a warm voice. "I'm not hungry. How about you eat instead?" she retorted. " Suprise you? Ok." he said with enthusiasm as he left the she-cat's side and jumped off the couch. He overheard his mother give a sigh, as if she gave up trying to convince him to not get her food. " Be safe Ravenfeather." she muttered before returning into a sleeping state. " I will mother." he muttered under his breath as he continued to walk off towards the exit.

Once he exited the building he looked around for a sign of cats waking up. He didn't see much movement though. Today he decided he would want to hunt in a group in hopes of getting something special for his mother and the elders. He trotted over to the middle of the camp. He was now more alert and awake as he sat down on a jutted rock and began to groom himself. He awaited for some more cats to awaken so he could go hunting. Hopefully I don't have to wait long. he thought as he stretched his paw foward and began to groom his arms. His silky fur began to curl with each lick before it slowly fell down and became straight. Though it suddenly came to mind how hard it may be for other cats to see him in the mist that hung in the air, but shrugged it off as he continued to lick himself repetitively until his coat became sleek and untangled.