Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|36 Moons Old|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Duskclan territory|Mention(s) Directly: Redeye, Vulturepaw, Sootpaw, Weasleflight|Mention(s) Indirectly: Blackstar, Mothpaw

Owlfeather looked over and nodded her head at Weasleflights question. The deputy then cocked her head at Redeyes answer and looked to the two apprentices in turn. "Redeye is right", the she-cat agread. Turning to look at the smaller of the two apprentices, she continued, " Vulturepaw, I want you to return back to camp." After a few heartbeats she added, "I want you to go with him, Weasleflight", the deputy said, looking to the warrior. Before the tom could argue, Owlfeather said, "Your paw is hurt, I want you to head back to camp and rest it. When Blackstar returns, let him know what has happened." Giving Weasleflight a meaningful look, the deputy said, "and have Mothpaw take another look at your paw, when he returns, I don't want to risk it getting infected."
Looking back to Redeye and Sootpaw, she gave the two a nod. It would be a lot easier sneaking into Dawnclans territory, if there was only three of them. "Get to camp safe", the deputy told Weaselflight and Vulturepaw, well it was more of an order. "Let's go", Owlflight said to the other two toms, giving them the order to move out. The siamese she-cat turned on the spot and headed straight for the Dawnclan border.

Larkclaw || 15 Moons || Female || DawnClan Warrior
Location: DawnClan Territory || Mentions: Umbraclaw, Foxpaw, Strange Feline

Larkclaw felt thankful for Umbraclaw’s rational approach to the apprentice’s agitation. From the looks of anything, any prey that had been there was gone now, the sounds of the dying crow and rabbit not helping give anything left much confidence to come out. The explanation went unfinished, however, as a commotion sounded to the south and drew their attention to the flurry of feathers frantically flapping to get the crows away from whatever had startled them. She felt her claws extend and she side glanced at the deputy, unwilling to take her gaze from the spot she saw the birds escape from.

“Understood,” she said, slinking off to the left. Her steps were careful and her body low, trying to keep out of sight and avoid any of the things that littered the ground. Larkclaw opened her mouth to scent the air better, drawing in the smell of the stranger up ahead. It wasn’t one she recalled being in the forest before, but it did strike her as familiar somehow. Her mind raced trying to pick out where she had encountered it before, only to be distracted by a distinctive snap. Twisting an ear in that direction, she was greeted with a screeching roar where she was heading, and slipped along quicker to make sure whatever it was didn’t get away. They needed to find out what this was.

Finally she poked her head around a tree and saw a strange, large feline-like creature on only three legs. The fourth looked badly injured. She stepped gingerly from behind the tree and tried to make her body language as non-threatening as possible, hoping what she was doing was the right thing. Taking a deep breath, she spoke softly, “You’re hurt. Please, we won’t harm you if you don’t harm us. What happened to you?”

Dustpelt|Warrior of Duskclan|Leggy Calico Tom|Location: Duskclan Camp|Mentions: Wolfstorm
Dustpelt sighed, his whiskers drooping.
"Well, the two-legs definitely were looking for something specific." He mewed, his ears pricking as he recalled the morning.
"We ran into Owlfeathers patrol, I guess they saw and talked to some strange cat that was in one of the traps. But the two-legs took it before we got a look. So, now they're going to go to the Cavern in Dawnclans territory, and try and find some cat the one in the trap was talking about." He sudden began talking fast, his tail twitching with faint anxiety. As relaxed as the tom was, when it came to actually facing Dawnclan he still seemed hesitant to say the least, despite his jokes. Not for a lack of skill or ability, but fighting never sat well with the tom. He still remembered his first conflict, and how he had frozen at the sight of so many writhing cats and the scent of blood. Ever since he always seemed to get a bit riled up at their presence, or when on border patrol. The recent affair a moon or two ago at reclaiming the River Rocks especially had seemed to reignite his anxieties over their neighboring clan.
With all the thoughts buzzing in his head, Dustpelt flopped onto his chest and side, rolling in the dirt with a snort.
"They're gunna get their ears clawed off." He grumbled, looking worried despite his tone.
When Wolfstorm mentioned hunting, he rolled back onto his paws however, head tilting in interest.
"Sure, we might want to stay close to camp however, to keep an ear out for when the patrols return. Blackstar's going to need to know whats happening, and in case something happens... it's best to be close. " with a heave, he pulled himself upwards, giving a rough shake of his long pelt. Tail twitching, he signaled her to lead the way out, only looking slightly hesitant.


Blackstar|Leader of Duskclan|One eyed Black Tom|Location: Dawnclan camp|Mentions: Gingerstar

Blackstar relaxed slightly as he watched Gingerstar, taking her cue at civility and softening his own gaze to a more neutral glare, rather than the hard glower it had been. At her words of more missing cats, his eye closed for a moment. Though he did not want to admit it, if she was willing to speak of her clans losses he would have to as well.
"We have lost as well. Cherrysong at the River Rocks was the only body found. Our messenger has gone missing, and not long after," he paused, not wanting to divulge the information but knowing it had to come out sooner or later.
" Our Medicine-cat. One of our warriors was also taken by a two-leg when the traps were first laid." He couldn't help but sigh slightly, it was never difficult to admit they had suffered greatly. At her words of the foolishness of two-legs however, his whiskers twitched and for a moment, the faintest trace of genuine amusement passed across his expression. then he steadied himself and it was gone, his head nodding slightly as she continued.

"Harepaw will be keeping her current mentor, the calico tom, Dustpelt. He apprenticed under our last messenger but wasn't exactly fit for the job, but he retained some of the knowledge." He knew she would have at least seen the tom, but names were often lost.
"If you'd like, your messenger could escort her the fastest way back for her, and she can show them the fastest way to our camp." Though he disliked the idea, even he knew the messengers had to know the locations and the best ways. They swore to Starclan after-all, to not divulge the information for malicious purposes. Not that it didn't happen, but Blackstar couldn't help but still honor that rank.
He rose to his haunches, giving a slight bow of his head. He didn't want to waste her time, and being in the camp was making his pelt prickle. He wasn't sure what else there was to discuss, until the medicine-cat apprentices had finished their talk of omens.
"Only Starclan knows what may yet be looming on the horizon." He half muttered, lost in the thought.

Scorchwing | Warrior of DawnClan | Long-Limbed White & Charcoal Female | Location: DawnClan Camp | Mentions: Blackstar, Mothpaw, Harepaw, Flamepaw, Hornetpaw [Indirect]

Scorchwing was still confused. While not angry, she exuded a certain aura of annoyance. It didn’t seem to have a direction, bouncing between the leader herself and the apprentice who currently gazed up at her with drooping ears. Her whiskers twitched and she settled back, choosing to drop it for now. DuskClan was present, and she would not appear ruffled in front of them, even if they were mere apprentices. To distract herself, she simply tuned into the two medicine cats. Though they weren’t the real deal yet, they might as well be. Ravenblaze hadn’t been seen for… awhile, and with everything happening she had just begun to assume the worst.

Her tufted ears twitch as she watched Hornetpaw. It was easy to figure out the tom hadn’t been expected to be boasted to and belittled by the much smaller apprentice. Scorchwing almost chuckled at the situation, watching as he spoke sharply. It was interesting to watch. Hornetpaw wasn’t one to snap or glare, so the view was quite new. And, as he left to discuss the omen, she waved her tail in farewell, giving him a reassuring smile. As they turned to go into the medicine cat’s den, she kept her eyes on the place they used to be, answering Flamepaw with a simple shake of her head. It was StarClan business, warriors or messengers didn’t need to hear it.

Harepaw | Apprentice of DuskClan | Small, Hickory, White & Cream Female | Location: DawnClan Camp | Mentions: Mothpaw, Flamepaw, Scorchwing [Indirect]

Harepaw’s eyes darted around the camp once more, only to find some cats lurking in the shadows while the rest went about their day. Her ears swiveled back to the fiery pelted apprentice - Flamepaw - and gave her a friendly look. While the looming mollie had settled back with a less than welcoming expression, her apprentice didn’t seem bothered by it. This encouraged her to lose the grip she had on the soil beneath her and loosen the tightness in her shoulders. Instead, she focused on the mollie’s excited words. It was… refreshing to find someone who didn’t seem to walk on twigs around her. “I’ve been training for a few days,” she mewed, lying with ease, a trait she had gotten from her father, apparently. Well, she wouldn’t be lying if she counted that run with Dustpelt.

Her body warmed slightly with the memory. It was a fun adventure. Too bad it had to go up in flames. “I’m pretty fast, I think. Almost beat my mentor on a hard path. Roots, rocks, streams and all.” In all honesty, she missed the feeling of flying while still on the ground. With the warmth of success and strength filling her chest. Her tail seemed to hit the ground with sadness. She hadn’t run in a while.

Her eyes snapped back up to Flamepaw, eyes narrowing. “I’m not afraid. Just apprehensive. It’s not like we’re in a badger den or anything.” She gave her chest a few pointed licks as if she were trying to keep moving, keep distracting herself from the weight of the eyes. And, at the gentle nudge from her Clanmate, she gave him a wide, sarcastic grin, though she allowed mirth to seep into her eyes. “Of course,” she snorted playfully, tilting her head. “Go be mystical and magical with your omens.” And, as she was left alone, she turned back to Flamepaw with a slight smile. “So, how fast can you go?”

Event For: Umbraclaw, Larkclaw, and Foxpaw

The large feline turns sharply to face Larkclaw, shorter tail lashing and back arched slightly, hair raised a bit in distrust. Its ears flatten and its lips curve into a bitter half smile. When it speaks, its voice is very thickly accented, a deep and rasping sound that is foreign to the cat's ears, something they have never heard before, perhaps more akin to the sound of a twoleg's voice or a bear's roar, certainly not a cat's meow. "Small cat, small cat attack. Like you. Small cat like you attack." Her tail lashed in sudden aggravation and she twists, leaping forwards and beginning to limp away from the clan cats, headed quickly into the underbrush. Even without one of her hind legs, she can jump farther than most clan cats, though her running speed is greatly hindered and her landings are awkward and clumsy, and she manages to not fall as she begins to move away from them.

| Wolfstorm | 38 Moons | Female | Duskclan Warrior |
Location: Duskclan Camp
Mentions: Dustpelt

"The cavern? Is that not a place where Starclan doesn't see?" Her ears fell back. "I do hope they don't get lost.... It's a dangerous place." She stretched out, following Dustpelt. "Good point, about staying nearby I mean." This wasn't good. Her clanmates going to the cavern? She'd heard rumors that it was a forsaken place, and her concern for her fellow cats only grew as they walked out of camp to find a place to hunt.

⇺ [ Redeye ] ⇻
36 Moons • Male • DuskClan • Warrior
Location: Outside Camp • Mentions: Dustpelt, Vulturepaw, Owlfeather, Weaselflight, Sootpaw

Redeye was privately relieved when Owlfeather ordered Weaselflight to return to camp with Vulturepaw. He'd grown just tactful enough to keep from voicing it aloud, or perhaps it was the fact he now cared for the other tom's feelings, but he feared the injured warrior would only get in their way, or worse, be unable to properly defend himself if it came down to a fight. "Travel safely. I doubt you'll have any issues on the way home, but stay alert. Just in case." He paused for a moment, unsure what else to say. Vulturepaw especially looked apprehensive and he could understand why.

There was nothing to say this serval thing wouldn't tear them apart. Regardless of what Shadow had said or the others might think, Redeye remained unconvinced these cats weren't dangerous. "I'll see you soon, promise" he spoke firmly as if he truly believed his words. He hoped his confidence would bring some reassurance to his apprentice. "Take care of him for me. Just until I get back," he added to Wesealflight a bit more lightly before turning to follow Owlfeather and Sootpaw into DawnClan territory.


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⇺ [ Falconstrike] ⇻
30 Moons • Male • DawnClan • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: Lightsong, Cloudburst

After escorting the DuskClan patrol into camp Falconstrike had wandered off to watch from afar, still brimming with curiosity. His ears perked, catching bits and pieces of the medicine cat and messenger apprentices conversation. If missing an eye had done him any favors it was the slight edge to his hearing. It wasn't rare at all for him to detect a new sound a split second before his Clanmates. He grew bored with their chatter before long however and searched the camp for something else to occupy his time. The border patrol had been interrupted after all and he was still feeling restless.

His single eye landed on Lightsong before long, finding the other tom just as taskless. They might not be able to leave camp with so few warriors, but perhaps there was something the two of them could achieve together. He approached, appearing far more friendly than when Lightsong had first greeted him that morning. "We never did get to finish our patrol," he commented, an idea coming to mind. One that could likely get them in trouble and he would usually balk at, but...some of the familiar recklessness from his youth was apparently rearing its ugly head. "Why don't we finish it?"

Cloudburst's fluffy form caught his attention next, and he could tell with just a glance the queen was terribly bored. "Or...perhaps we can see if Cloudburst wants some fresh air? I heard her last attempt ended poorly, but she'd be perfectly safe if we were with her. We'll make much better guards than a pair of medicine cats. What do you say? Are you up for it?"

Sootpaw | Duskclan Apprentice | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Duskclan Territory >> Dawnclan Border/Territory | Mentions: (Direct) Owlfeather, Redeye (Indirect) ---

Though Sootpaw was guiltily eager to cross the border, he did his best not to let it show, keeping a steady pace with Owlfeather and Redeye. Just by nearing the border between the clans Sootpaw could detect a small difference; the trees were a bit more spread out than they would be further into Duskclan territory, but he had already known that much just from going on patrols. The knowledge of it teased him like the tail of a snake; it looks fun to pounce on, but there would be serious consequences if he were caught. Safe to say, Sootpaw wasn't usually the type to take those sorts of risks.

As they came closer to the border, Sootpaw hesitated. What if there was a Dawnclan patrol hidden just beyond, secretly watching the three cats and daring them to cross into their territory? "What do we say if they see us? That we were just curious to see if there's a giant cat living in their Cavern?" However, Sootpaw supposed there was nothing else they really could say. There weren't many liable excuses for multiple cats to just walk over borders and go exploring. None that an angry, close-minded Dawnclanner would believe, anyway.

Event for Larkclaw, Umbraclaw,

As the stranger vanishes the forest grows quiet once more. Larkclaw, from their vantage point having moved to intercept can see towards the south a ways, and may be the first to notice a small movement in the Duskclan side of the river.
Umbraclaw, once nearing the feathers may notice it as well. As a guest of wind angles their direction, the scent of Duskclan is strong.

Event for Owlfeather, Red-eye, Sootpaw

You realize once heading towards the Dawnclan border, you don't know exactly where the Cavern is. Both due to it being out of Duskclan territory, and because the area where the borders meet towards the south is less explored, due to the higher twolegs concentration. Still, making a relatively educated guess the patrol gets close, and finds a decent area to cross where the river is slow and has a few rocks to jump across. There is a faint sound of something moving through the woods across the river, but it is faint.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|36 Moons Old|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Duskclan territory - Border - Dawnclan territory|Mention(s) Directly: Sootpaw, Redeye|Mention(s) Indirectly: Vulturepaw, Weaselflight, Duskclan

The deputy nodded her head, as Redeye sent off the warrior and apprentice. Turning on her heels, the deputy lead the way to the border. As they came closer and closer to the border with Dawnclan, Owlfeather became more anxious. She was not keen on starting anything, so the deputy wanted to be cautious. Her ear twitched, as Sootpaw asked his question. The she-cat shrugged her shoulder, "Abought the only thing we can do", the mentor told her apprentice. "But let's try not to get caught, so keep close together and stay quiet", the deputy advised. Owlfeath started to walk in the general direction of the cavern. It was only then, that the she-cat realized that she did not even know where this cavern was. The deputy lead the way, with instinct and maybe even a bit female intuition guiding her. Soon they made it to a reletivly shalow spot, dotted with a few black stones. Stepping forward, the siamese she-cat bunched her muscles. Taking a leap, the she-cat skipped her way across the rocks, leading through the river. The rocks where black and slik, as water rolled over them. Within a few bounds, the deputy was savely across.
The first thing she did, was scan the area. Her mouth was parted to taste the air and her eyes moved across her surrounding, Owlfeathers ears were also pricked. The she-cat relaxed a bit, there was no sign of anything, aside from a mouse eating a nut at the bass of a tree. Turning back to the two toms, still on Duskclans side, the deputy beckoned them both over.
When both toms where savely on the Dawnclan side, Owlfeather turned around and looked in the direction that the caven probably was. Flicking her tail in the general direction, the deputy did not want to give verbal orders while on Dawnclans territory, she ordered the toms to follow her in that direction.
{Owlfeather did not hear the sound. Maybe Redeye or Sootpaw can}

Flamepaw|Dawnclan|Apprentice|13 Moons Old|Ginger She-Cat|Location: Dawnclan camp|Mention(s) Directly: Harepaw, Scorchwing|Mention(s) Indirectly: Mothpaw, Hornetpaw

Flamepaws ears drooped a bit, as Scorchwing answered. Then again, it was medicine cat business. Looking over, her blue eyes followed Mothpaw and Hornetpaw, as they walked to the medicine cat den. Maybe she could spend some time with Mothpaw later, the apprentice hoped. The fluffy ginger she-cat looked over, to Harepaw, as the Duskclan messenger apprentice spoke. "Wow!", the ginger tabby she-cat said, Flamepaw wondered how fat Harepaws mentor was. Flamepaw had been able to outrun Scorchwing for quite a few moons now. Flamepaw light up a bit, as the other apprentice asked her, how fast she was. "I'm pretty fast, I once almost managed to outrun a deer. It outpaced me though, when it jumped over a ditch and I fell into it", Flamepaw said, happy even though she had told someone about her failing at something. "You're right, this is not a badger's den, but..", the she-cat leaned forward and whispered into the apprentices ear, "But some cats do act like badgers, sometimes." As she said this, the ginger she-cat gave a look to Scorchwing. Her mentor had been pretty cold and distant recently, ever since the death of her sister. Flamepaw chuckled, as she leaned back. "Do you have some good running spots, in Duskclan territory?", Flamepaw asked. "I always run from the large oak tree, too the large willow that sits close to the river", the ginger apprentice added, sitting down, so that she could be more comfortable.

Sootpaw | Duskclan Apprentice | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Dawnclan Border/Territory | Mentions: (Direct) Owlfeather, Redeye (Indirect) ---

Sootpaw glowered at the water that the trio had to cross, but began jumping from rock to slippery rock. Upon landing on a particularly slick stone, one of his paws slipped into the water. He hastily pulled it back out and tried to shake some moisture from it, visibly unhappy about the slip-up, and continued to the other side of the bank where he then stood and grumbled quietly to himself. Sure, it was usually a bit damp in Duskclan territory, but there was only so much water a cat could take! At least he hadn't completely tumbled into the lazy river, he supposed.

As he quit with his little grumbles of displeasure, Sootpaw caught just the slightest of rustles nearby. He instantly straightened and stared out toward the forest, eyes searching for movement. "Did you hear something?", he asked the warriors, his voice low as his ears strained for more information. Although the sound had put him on edge, it was probably nothing. A mouse scurrying through the brush, perhaps? It had been so quiet, Sootpaw wondered if he had truly heard anything at all or if his nerves were causing him to imagine things. That's just what he needed; sounds that aren't really there. Sootpaw relaxed a bit, believing that it had likely been nothing of importance, but his gaze was still alert as he continued to eye their surroundings with some suspicion. It would be awful if they were to be discovered so soon, he thought. He'd like to at least start the search for this Cavern before their rivals called an end to it.