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Dryclan Warrior Apprentice/Warrior prompt
Intended Rank: Warrior

The hot desert sun beat down relentlessly on Adderbite's pelt, and although the small group of Dryclan cats had only been on the move for a couple of hours, he felt as if he had been walking for two days. He had been injured during the flood, cutting his shoulder on a sharp rock. The medicine cat had managed to patch him up, and the bleeding had stopped, but the wound still ached, and he had to take smaller, careful steps to make sure that he didn't rip the cobweb open. He could tell that he was slowing down the rest of the group, and he bit down on his tongue in frustration. He had never felt so useless in his life. He didn't have much time to tell himself off, though, because he soon heard the voice of one of his clanmates. "Look, the canyon!"

The group stopped and Adderbite followed his clanmates' gaze over to what had once been the canyon, but was now a huge river. As he looked at it, a sudden wave of nausea hit the tom-cat, realizing how many bodies of Dryclan cats must be lying in the water, and how close he had come to being one of them. 'Is Treepelt there?' Suddenly he found himself unable to look at the canyon anymore; he couldn't bear the thought of his long-time friend lying at the bottom of the river. He had seen Treepelt being swept away right before his very eyes, and he hadn't been able to do anything to help him. He wished that he could have done something, anything to save him. Then, as if the universe could read his thoughts, he heard a familiar voice calling his name. At first he thought it was his tired mind playing tricks on him, but only a second later the voice came again, this time louder. Adderbite immediately turned, seeking out the source of the voice, and surely enough, there he was.

Treepelt's fur looked ruffled, and he was walking with a limp, but he was alive, nonetheless. "Treepelt!" He yelled, forcing his aching muscles into a run towards his long-time friend, too overcome with joy to notice the angry expression on the other cat's face, "I was convinced you were dead! I'm so-" He was suddenly cut off by a ferocious yowl, "You abandoned me!", and Adderbite came to an abrupt stop, freezing in confusion. It was only when Treepelt leaped at him with unsheathed claws that he finally realized what was happening, and he tried to move out of the way. But he was too slow to dodge it completely, and he soon felt claws rake across his right side. He recoiled, half in pain and half in disbelief that his closest friend had hurt him. He spun around to face Treepelt, who was probably going to aim for another blow as soon as he got his footing. All of Adderbite's instincts screamed at him to attack before the other cat recovered, to catch him off guard; but he was so exhausted, and, try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to turn on his friend. "Treepelt, stop!" He pleaded, "I don't want to hurt you!"

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I feel as though this isn't my best but I think it's adequate enough. Also, there may be some name mistakes -- Clovertail instead of Cloversong --, I attempted to go back and fix them though one or two may have escaped me ;; so sorry in advance for that.))

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Cloversong paused in her climbing to catch her breath, the muscles in her limbs ached from braving such a high climb but as her almond-shaped eyes scanned the world below her, the molly couldn't help but feel a fresh wave of triumph overwhelm her. The sun crested over the tall trees, casting golden rays of light upon the healthy green leaves, the sunlight filtered through the thick canopy and shined dappling illumination onto the glorious scenery below her where the underbrush rustled with the soft pull of a breeze. She further hooked her strong claws into the rough bark and momentarily closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling with fatigue. When she'd caught her breath, the feline pulled herself upwards a few inches more, using the claws on both her front and hind paws to carry her up the tree's trunk.

Cloversong eventually stopped once more and hauled her lean physique onto a thick branch. She crept slowly along the tree's limb, her tail a thick plume of obsidian trailing behind her like a shadow, her wide triangular ears pricking at the sound of a thrush as it fluttered from it's nearby perch, a small snack of brown feathers that teased her hunter's eye with movement. She followed the bird carefully with well-trained eyes, the tip of her tail twitching irritably at the loss of a potential meal. Cloversong's distracted state left her unaware of the dark figure staring at her though dark, beady eyes within a mask of black. The creature's warning growl instantly snagged her attention and Cloversong found herself stiffening, swinging her wedged crania towards the offending noise; her lengthy whiskers quivered, her gaze sharpened and the fur along her spine rose as she acknowledged the raccoon with a strong hiss. It wasn't the normal time for these animals to be so active so it was a surprise stumbling about one at such a time where the sun was at it's highest but she also took quick note of a drippy yellow substance that was easily swiped away by a probing tongue as the raccoon eyed her with disdain and began a hostile approach. No doubt, it hadn't overlooked the opportunity at an easy meal and had gorged itself on eggs laying in a nearby nest. Cloversong felt a feeling of disappointment at the fact that she hadn't gotten to them first.

The fae swished her tail and began a slow, easy retreat towards the base of the tree, it would be easy to scale back down the trunk for a quick getaway but she wasn't such a coward. Cloversong had always been tougher than most, recklessly so. She felt at home in the trees, fighting and jumping among the trunks and limbs became as easy to her as breathing and it especially gave her a sense of confidence whereas, on land she felt as clumsy and uncoordinated as a kit newly introduced out of the nursery.
One of her dark paws pressed against the trunk, her hindquarters brushed the rough bark and yet she did not make a hasty retreat. Cloversong bared her teeth and released another long hiss, warning away the approaching raccoon as it advanced. When the creature came at lunging distance, Cloversong gave no more warnings and instead took action; she shoved herself from the trunk and pounced at the animal, paws outstretched. She landed on it's back, her hind claws sinking into the animal's shoulders and her foreclaws and teeth ripping tufts from it's pelage as it screamed in a shrill voice and attempted to shake off it's attacker.

Cloversong grunted in pain as sharp teeth clamped around her hind leg and they became a flurry of black and grey fur, spitting, hissing and tussling on the tree limb; Cloversong was soon struck by the knowledge that she'd misjudged the limb's strength and the low groaning noise the branch created as she managed to get pulled off confirmed as such. She hooked her hind claws into the bark for safety and swiped her claws at the raccoon's face, aiming quickly for it's eyes, a place she knew would give her an immediate upper-hand should the raccoon be blinded. The raccoon snarled and returned her attempted blows, throwing it's entire body weight into it's attacks, one harsh blow knocked Cloversong off-balance and the molly released a yelp of surprise as she lurched to the side.

The raccoon, malice glittering in it's eyes, advanced once more, his teeth stained with her blood from where he'd dug into her hindleg moments ago. It swatted at her with curved claws, managing a shallow slice at her shoulder. This action managed to throw Cloversong completely off of her paws and the she-cat found herself flailing her paws in an attempt to secure them onto a surface and yet, there was nothing but air. Her stomach flipped as she fell, the raccoon's dark silhouette growing smaller and smaller as her physique crashed through thin, weaker branches and leaves. Her body ached from the constant bludgeoning, yowls erupting from her lungs as she twisted and turned through the air in a state of desperation. Finally, her body crashed into another thicker branch, halting her descend to the quickly rising ground. Cloversong was limp for a few moments, her ears catching the frantic calls of her nearby clan-mates as they scrambled to reach her.

She groaned softly and spat blood from her maw, all four of her appendages dangling off of the side of the tree limb, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as she grimaced, blinking open her eyes to behold familiar figures leaping from branch to branch in an attempt to get to her. "I hate raccoons." Cloversong muttered bitterly, unable to even force herself to her paws due to the intense screams of protest from her body if she tried moving even a toe and so the dark-furred she-cat was to wait until her clan-mates came to reach her and help to take her to the medicine cat's den, where she would likely be spending many sunrises to come.

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Dryclan Medicine Cat Apprentice Prompt
Intended Role: Medicine Cat

She saw it almost as soon as she blinked the sun from her eyes.

It turned out it was further away than she thought - in her excitement, the cactus seemed closer, like a mirage. Tinypaw gave a shout, her previous fatigue all but forgotten in the wake of her new discovery. She leapt forward with all the vigor she could muster; full of the thrill of finally finishing her quest, she bound forth with reckless abandon.

It was pure luck that she noticed just how tall the cactus was before she leapt atop it. It was pure luck that she noticed movement in the sand beside it.

Tinypaw skidded to a stop, and the snake raised its head rather sharply to regard her with reptilian scorn. The she-cat paused, bewildered - she had never attempted to catch a snake before. Or even, she hadn't tried to catch much prey at all. That was not her duty. She had very little experience in this field, she was no warrior, and this wasn't even taking into account the sheer size of that cactus she had to scale. She wasn't exactly a tall cat at the best of times, let alone when it counted in times such as this. Her ears flattened against her head. She already needed water. Was she willing to risk a snake, a fall and dehydration for Redfern's medicines? More importantly, would Redfern want her to risk her safety for the stock of herbs?

She thought this over for a good twenty seconds, whilst this snake stared her down. She may not find another cactus in the whole of the territory. She may not find any other sign of life for miles.
But then again, if she was bitten by this snake, Redfern would need many more supplies, many more cactus flowers, to heal her wounds if she lived.

Tinypaw skirted a ten-meter radius around the cactus and the snake, staring the wormlike thing down the whole time she moved, before advancing onward. Another five minutes, and she would turn back. Another five minutes, and she would continue her search tomorrow.

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Dryclan warrior/warrior apprentice prompt.
Rank intended: warrior

Its not as long as I would like :/ but its ok haha. Hope it fits c:

Sands swept gingerly around the small dunes and paws that crept though its warm grains, the sun already starting to beat down on the group bellow. It was only morning as the once cool breezes turned to a hot wave of dread that fell into the silence of the small group. The usual murmer of a morning chat or a lesson from mentor the apprentice were non-existent as each cat and kit held a strong gaze to the ground as they walked on. The flood came so quick that not everyone could prepare in time, though it was obvious it was going though everyones head as they seemingly, mindlessly trekked behind one another.

Ashfur was one of the surviving warriors from the flood, light green eyes casting out over the distance as to watch for any signs of danger or injury. Times were at there worst, and when everyone else was being dragged down someone had to keep a level head, he only guessed it was himself.

The floods took out many friends and loved ones, injured cats took the lead as to set the pase while young and old held the middle. The able minded took to the back with a few up front as to protect the group from anything else that decided to attack the dwindling clan. Ashfur scanned yet again the waves of sand that held the distance while a few other familiar warriors passed him, having stopped in his paw prints.  The canyon in which he had called his home for many years had just came into view, eyes wide as the once familier scene was flooded with dark water....nothing but water. Maybe if he looked for a while he could see a surviving cat, someone he could rescue, anything to get maybe a few cats back but it was a feudal attempt at a miracle.

"Look its the canyon!" A kit shouted, as everyone stopped to look at there once prosperous clan home. He could here the murmer as cats talking, sobs, and gasps from the small clan ahead of him, all devistated once again that there home was truly gone. Ashfur only took a few steps forward as to stand next to another warrior when a aggressive yowl and hiss echoed in his ears. His name was called and he instantly new who it was, another warrior, a friend he never though he would see again, a friend he thought was dead. " Ashfur! You left me to die!" Treepelt again yowled in anger, his face showing nothing but hate as he dashed and lept for the young tom. Ashfur didnt know what to expect from the sudden incounter but it was surly not an attack has he only jumped to evade mere seconds before razor claws brushed his side. "Treepelt please let me explain..." The young warrior flattened his ears with regret as the larger warrior lashed out once more. " You had your chance Ashfur! We were like brothers." Treepelt spoke through clenched teeth as he stopped for only a few seconds. " Now you pay..." The clan that was once gazing at the canyon was now locked in on the fight that was about to happen, most backing away as to not get in the way while others yelled and yowled. This was obviously not the time for such things...

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Dewclan elder prompt
Intended rank: Dewclan elder (can be changed to warrior if there are not enough; I just like my old grumpy cats)
Have mercy if there is any due, for this is actually my first genuine roleplay in a while. Also, I took some liberty and named the cats in the prompt. Hope that's cool. :)

Newtfang basked in the late afternoon sun, thoroughly enjoying her day. The pale she-cat was on the edge of drifting into a nap before she felt a sharp pain in her tail. Her head shot up, eyes darting to the mischievous cat who had her tail between his wee jaws. Her lip curled slightly as she instantly recognized the perpetrator. It was Bramblekit, and he was known amongst the clan to be an incredible, unavoidable nuisance; however, honorable Bramblekit was also the son of revered Smokefoot. For this reason, it was understood that Bramblekit could do as he pleased, for no one wanted to be on the bad side of such a glorious and highly-respected cat who also tended to be disdainful to whoever was on said bad side.

Newtfang was drawn out of her thoughts as Bramblekit had crept up and started batting her ears. Having become used to the shenanigans of kits, Newtfang was able to bear the torture until, again, she felt an acute pain in her ear. She yelped and jumped to her feet as Bramblekit giggled at her. She reached up to feel her left ear, and a pang of pain ran through her ear like electricity. She looked at her paw and found there was blood. That dastardly little punk had put a gash in her ear! Her ears were her one feature that seemed to outlast the wears of battle and age, and now a wee kitten had done away with it. She eyed Bramblekit, who still was giggling and squeaking like the child he was. Irritation bubbled in her stomach, but she dared not let it spill. Bramblekit was a nuisance, but he was also a small child who was incapable of understanding the boundaries of others. Newtfang told herself over and over that she did not have to like Bramblekit; she only had to tolerate him to maintain Smokefoot's respect for her.

She watched as Bramblekit readied himself to pounce again, and she gently held him down with her thin paw. He struggled to bat at and kick her paw as Newtfang's irritation melted into amusement. She smiled briefly. When he successfully whacked her paw with his tiny foot, the thin she-cat withdrew and licked her paw. "Say, Bramblekit, I do believe that your dear father and mother were looking for you. Do you want me to go with you to find them?"

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DewClan Warrior Apprentice / Warrior Application
Intended Position: Warrior

Silentvoice's claws dug into the damp bark of the branch beneath his paws. The wind ruffled his grey-striped pelt and he felt the fur along his spine prickle. A feeling of foreboding tugged at his belly, the faintest hint of a scent touching his mouth. The wind carried it away again as quickly as he had sensed it and the tom frowned. He lifted his head, tufted ears swivelling, searching for the source of the low scrabbling that had alerted him. He couldn't hear his clanmates over the brewing storm, and the realization made his stomach twist. He hadn't thought he strayed so far from the training session but his mind had been elsewhere while his paws had led him further and further away. The wind changed directions suddenly and brought the scent back to Silentvoice in a blast of air. He recognized it this time and saw it the instant he smelt it.

Raccoon.

The creature's small dark eyes glittered as it watched the tom suspiciously from further down the branch. Silentvoice bared his teeth and puffed out his fur in a warning display. He expected it to retreat. The ones he had encountered before typically preferred to avoid a fight. Silentvoice took a step forwards and let out a low hiss.
As quickly as he realized what was happening, the creature was on him in a flurry of fur and claws. Silentvoice let out a gasp of pain as he felt teeth sink deep into his shoulder. The raccoon was pulling at him, trying to claw at his throat. The tom snarled and swiped at it. His claws snagged through its fur, tearing out tufts of grey and black hair, but the raccoon refused to release its jaws. He could feel the branch shuddering beneath him. Silentvoice's heart was racing, hammering against his ribs. The wind tugged at the two opponents and rain began to spit down on them. Then the tom's claws finally found purchase as they tore across the raccoon's eyes. The instant its jaws loosened, Silentvoice tore himself free. He could feel blood falling freely from the wound in his shoulder but he didn't hesitate as he turned and clawed his way to a higher branch. Teeth snapped at his tail and missed by a whisker.

Blood had covered the creature's eyes, temporarily blinding it, and Silentvoice took his opportunity to run. His shoulder burned with every step but he didn't dare slow down until he had returned to the training session and then to the camp.

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Medicine Cat Apprentice (Dryclan) Prompt
Intended rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice

Patchpaw had her name for a reason- and it wasn't for the dappled fur along her pelt. No, the daring Apprentice had bigger and better reasons for her name, having been given it for the way that the desert sands had scorched her even as a kit. Patchpaw had made many trips out into the desert, and this was not going to be the last one. She was sure of that. Even as she watched the sidewander ahead of her with cautious eyes, Patchpaw knew that she would walk away from this victorious.

She lowered herself into a crouch as she approached. Her fur was better at blending into rocks and night-time desert surroundings, but it would still work here- and, as she continued to stalk forwards, it appeared that it did just that. The sidewinder seemed to be getting still in the sand, having lost sight of where she was. The sun was going down, and while Patchpaw knew that the darkness would have provided her with better cover, she just couldn't risk it. Patchpaw started to move faster. Her belly dragged on the sand like a rattlesnake heading towards an unprotected cub, and she was sure that if the winds didn't blow it away, the sidewander might even think that another snake had left it by the time that it got to where she was. If it got to where she was, of course.

It was with a great, astounding leap that Patchpaw launched herself onto the cactus from a running start, hearing the sidewander hiss beneath her and try to bite at her tail. Too bad, she thought. I don't have a tail for you to grab. She continued to climb her way up the cactus, ignoring the snake as she climbed up, up, up and up again. The flower was in her reach, it was just a pawlength away-

CRACK!

Patchpaw yowled as she felt herself hurtling back down to the dirt beneath the cactus. She held the flower in one dexterous paw, not willing to let it go even in place of her life. It felt like she was falling forever, until with a final THUNK!, she hit the ground. The wind knocked out of her, Patchpaw just tried to breathe, not knowing if the flower was still there, if the snake was going to get her, or if- the snake! Patchpaw jumped up, still panting hard and disoriented.

It appeared that the fall had killed the snake, too, landing right on top of him and crushing him like a bug. Patchpaw walked over to it, the flower temporarily forgotten. She could take this back to the clan, and pretend that she had killed it- she could make herself out to be a hero. She could claim that she had knocked the mighty cactus down on purpose, hiding the fact that it had obviously been weak or even dying. She could do all of that, and then some.

But- as Patchpaw turned tail and grabbed the flower, a bit of blood dripping from her still-panting mouth- she had a job to do.

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