Larkclaw || 15 Moons || Female || DawnClan Warrior
Location: The Cavern || Mentions: Redeye, Serval

Right before the serval yowled again, she glanced back and noticed the red eyed warrior close on her tail. “Don’t you know when to leave things well enough alone?” she growled as she went back to focusing on the retreating wild cat. Now that the serval had seen Redeye, her legs only pulled her farther from Larkclaw. It wasn’t long before the tom was outpacing her, though she wasn’t particularly built for speed to begin with. Part of her wanted to lash out at his paws to trip him up, but that would only put her farther behind in the process. She’d just have to hope StarClan was on her side and understood that this situation was delicate, and needed to be approached more cautiously than throwing accusations out so readily.

As it turned out, StarClan was with her, and the tom’s anger cost him his balance. He slipped into the river and she had to keep herself from laughing at how pitiful he looked when his head surfaced, calling out as she raced by, “You deserved that!” She didn’t get to see how he looked once he reached the shore, far too determined to follow the serval’s trail to bother with seeing how humiliating her enemy looked. But to be honest, she hoped that all this running would be over soon so that her paws and lungs could have a rest.

Soon the cave came into view, and the strength she had found to keep running vanished. She scrambled to stop, seeing the serval backing into the mouth and being swallowed up by the dark shadows within. Larkclaw’s eyes grew wide and her pelt prickled. Her mind barely caught the strange placement of the word “storm” and in an act of desperation and fear, she called out, “Storm, don’t! Cave bad! It will hurt you!”

The cave was spoken about in stories only whispered by the elders, for fear that speaking too loud of it might summon whatever dark spirits lie within. At this point she wasn’t sure what to do. If she tried to approach the serval—or Storm, as she was assuming that was her name—then the bigger cat would just back farther into the cavern and even if the spirits didn’t get her, Storm could step wrong and injure herself. Larkclaw stepped back, calling out again, “Please, don’t go in!”

Event for Duskclan: Weaselflight, Wolfstorm, Vulturepaw, Dustpelt, Frost

The arrival of Frost has caused the camp to stir slightly, and it is perhaps this reason that when the camp entrance rustled once again, Nightcloud and Acornfalls appearance was not first acknowledged. However as they padded into the camp, any cat could notice that in her jaws, Nightcloud held a small bundle, a kit that was definitely not hers. Acorns elderly scowl dared any cat to say anything, as she muttered to her daughter before heading towards the elders den.
Nightcloud, eyes shone with defiance, but still darted around the camp before placing the kit on the ground, close to the apprentice den in the shelter of a small stone. She lowered her haunches to sit over the tom, both protective, and uncertain at the same time.

Cattlekit // Duskclan Kit // 2 Moons // Ginger & Black Tom // Location- Under A Cat // Mentions: Nightcloud, Open

Cattlekit, the small tomkit, stirred in the she-cat’s mouth. It seemed evident that she had been holding him by the scruff, and this strange cat wouldn’t drop him. The last of what he remembered before being in this cat’s mouth was sleeping in the underbrush. He tried to turn back to get a good look at the cat holding him, but all he could do was look ahead of him.
Then, the next thing he knew, he was set down by a rock! The ground was drenched in different cat scents, as he sniffed the dirt. Then, he was sat on! He mewed softly, his green eyes wide. He looked above himself and found a she-cat, looking around the place. He looked around, too, and found a neat arrangement of dens. He was definitely impressed, to say the least.

⇺ [ Hornetpaw ] ⇻
18 Moons • Male • DawnClan • Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location: Camp • Mentions: Ravenblaze

Hornetpaw tensed as Ravenblaze revealed he'd been captured by twolegs and encountered dogs, the scent of blood drawing his attention to his mentor's wound mere seconds before the white tom seemed to recoil in pain. Hornetpaw's pelt bristled despite his best attempts to hide his panic, his heart rate increasing until it felt like it'd leap from his chest. "It's alright Ravenblaze, you don't have to explain everything now. Let's get you to the medicine den," he urged, not wanting to alarm the older tom further.

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⇺ [ Redeye ] ⇻
36 Moons • Male • DuskClan • Warrior
Location: Outside Camp • Mentions: Owlfeather, Larkclaw, Umbraclaw, Sootpaw, Storm

Larkclaw's snide comments received only the barest of acknowledgment, the she-cat not worth a reaction in his mind. He caught up with her quickly enough, watching through narrowed eyes as the serval began backing into the shadows of the cavern, warning them not to pursue her. The sound of pounding pawsteps behind them signified the arrival of his Clanmates and Umbraclaw, but his gaze remained locked on Storm's retreating form. Larkclaw begged her to come back, fear clear in her voice. He regarded the tabby warrior with an expression that was half amused, half taunting. "Afraid of the dark, are we?"

Umbraclaw saw fit to offer them some 'choices' and he glanced her over for a brief moment. She certainly thought herself clever he was sure, but he wasn't impressed and he'd made up his mind about his next course of action long before she began speaking. He'd heard the rumors surrounding the cavern of course. Most DuskClan cats were aware DawnClan cats feared this place. It didn't stop him from stepping forward, passing Larkclaw with confident strides. Storm, he assumed, was the creature's name from the way the sentence was phrased. It was the only thing that made sense.

His unnaturally white pelt seemed to glow in the gloom, and he wondered if he might actually look threatening to the serval though she was far taller. "Storm," he called smoothly, the gleam of her eyes still visible in the darkness. "Sorry, I'm sorry, no attack," he added, ears flattening and tail drooping in apology. "Just talk? Will be nice." He padded closer, she was near enough that she could reach out and claw him if she wished to. He was taking a great risk, he was aware she could easily kill him, but the fact she had ran...perhaps seemed remorseful? That was a sign that perhaps this feline could be reasoned with...and maybe he was ready to listen now. "Help Storm find Shadow. But first must talk."

He settled on his haunches, tail wrapping around his paws. Contrary to Larkclaw's belief, he was capable of learning. "Cat at rocks? Special to me. Sorry I got mad. Just want the truth. If someone hurt Shadow, you would want to know why, right? Can you understand?"

| Wolfstorm | 38 Moons | Female | Duskclan Warrior |
Location: Duskclan camp- Apprentice den
Mentions: Weaselflight, Vulturepaw, Nightcloud, Cattlekit

Wolfstorm's attention was drawn away from fondly watching the apprentice as he slowly ate the mouse she'd brought. Even a small meal was a meal, and she was glad he was eating something proper. Commotion from outside had her standing up in order to go check it out. Still, she leaned over to lick Vulturepaw's head once more and press her nose against Weaselflight's head. "You two just rest here for now."

The she-cat padded outside, tail swishing behind her. A vaguely familiar cat was being seemingly crowded by other clanmates, but her attention was first brought to Nightcloud and a tiny bundle of fur that she was standing over. "What...?" She took a closer look and realized it was a kit! A very small kit, likely just barely weaned off its mother's milk. She looked back up at Nightcloud, curiosity in her gaze. "How...? And where?" There was nothing accusatory about her questions, they were more out of genuine curiosity and concern. That much would be easy for Nightcloud to tell. "He's so small..."

⌘{ Patch }⌘
:: Female :: Rogue :: 35 Moons ::
:: Location: Two Leg Nest Site (South West Near Cavern?) ::
Blinking, the rogue leaned forward, her gaze intense as she listened to the she-cat speak of her home. Every word she spoke sounded fascinating, if quite foreign. Standing, Patch made to follow the other female the minute she would start to move. It was a shame the stranger wouldn't be in the same clan..."Do the clan's fight often? Or are they relatively friendly to each other? Are you allowed to be friendly with other clan cats? How do you make sure the male's don't get jealous of each other? Is there a specific leader? How is authority organized? How do you keep the kits safe?" Questions flowed through Patch in an untamed storm, wreaking havoc with every string of thought it touches. So caught up in her mind and questions, Patch almost didn't catch the sent of the clan 'borders' when she and the other crossed it. How had she not noticed the scent?

Reeling back a bit, at the pungent scent, the rogue's nose wrinkled in distaste. That was quite the message, so many different scents mixed into one....creating a horrible stink the likes of which Patch hadn't faced since she had last ran into a skunk. Hopefully, she would get used to the scent relatively soon.

Pushing through any personal reluctance to get close to the stench, Patch followed the other cat into the brush her ears flicking back and forth as she caught the words of the other cat in addition to the noises of the forest.

"My name is Patch by the way, what is yours?"

Cattlekit // Duskclan Kit // 2 Moons // Ginger Chimera Tom // Location- Apprentice Den // Mentions: Nightcloud, Wolfstorm, Open

The small tomkit heard muffled voices, along with cats murmuring among each other. Why were they doing such thing? CattleKit crept closer to the left front leg of the cat that carried him here, and curled himself up next to her leg, hiding his nose in his tail, only to reveal his green hues.

Then, he heard a voice pop up above the rest. A feminine voice, full of curiosity. He yawned and tried to seek out the voice in the cats, but couldn’t find the source.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|36 Moons Old|Siamese She-Cat|Location: |Mention(s) Directly: Umbraclaw, Redeye, Sootpaw, Foxpaw|Mention(s) Indirectly: Shadow, Larkclaw

Owlfeath shoot a sharp glance over her shoulder, as she noticed Sootpaw falling out of step. That is when she noticed, that the ginger apprentice had been antagonising her apprentice. The deputy let out a growl, to shoo the Dawnclan apprentice away. Looking back at the direction that they had been going, the she-cat scouled. Do to her slowing her pace, Umbraclaw was several paces ahead of her now. Picking up her tempo, Owlfeather came up to the cave, just as the Dawnclan deputy and apprentice stopped as well.
The deputy gave a nod to Redeye, just to make sure that he was fine. He did not look injured, actually neither one of the warriors seemed to have a scratch on them. So, at least the serval was not a fighter, but instead ran away. Then her blue eyes shifted to the cave behind the two warriors, it must've gone in there. A shiver ran through the she-cat, for no real reason. Even without entering, the cave felt cold and foreboding. Hearing the Dawnclan deputy's antagonising words, Owlfeather let out a dry laugh. "Well you did not do much, to stop that thing from running off", the she-cat countered.
Looking back at the cave, the siamese deputy scolded, "We will go in to search for that..... cat, but not alone. We won't go in there, just to not find the serval and then have you attack us, when we come back out", Owlfeather said, giving Umbraclaw a cold gaze. "How about we take your apprentice with us? as insurance you won't block the cave off after us or attack us later on", the Duskclan deputy said, nodding her head at the young ginger she-cat. "In exchange, we'll leave Sootpaw out here with you", Owlfeather added, placing her tail on her apprentices shoulder. Owlfeather was pretty certain, that if anything were to happen, her apprentice would be able to, either put up a good enough fight to distract the Dawnclan cats or run back to camp for help.

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

As the cats slowed, Sootpaw peered into the mouth of the cavern from afar. Umbraclaw's taunts sparked his anger. It seems Dawnclan never misses a chance to say something stupid about us, he thought. However, Sootpaw was a bit apprehensive about going into the cavern. It was dark and unknown to them. They could very well be walking into cramped spaces with a dangerous serval hidden around a corner somewhere in its depths. He could feel his pelt itch with worry as he watched Redeye go in before Umbraclaw had even finished speaking, the white tom's calls for the large cat echoing out to them. Sootpaw's worry only grew when Owlfeather accepted the terms, and he stared up at his mentor doubtfully.

His look turned to one of confusion when Owlfeather then suggested taking the Dawnclan apprentice along. The reasoning made sense, but did they really wanna take that piece of work with them? She'd probably try to trip them up. Literally. The gray apprentice glanced at the Dawnclan cats when his mentor also suggested that he stay with them while the serval was searched for. Ugh, he didn't know which was worse; heading into a mysterious darkness or sitting out here with these two. He didn't know which would be safer, either. Sootpaw was certain that the Dawnclan deputy could rip him into shreds in a heartbeat. She'd probably enjoy it, too.
Sootpaw said none of this out loud, deciding to just grit his teeth and go with it. He didn't want to embarrass Owlfeather in front of these cats by being snarky and difficult. As usual, he'd do as he was told whether he liked it or not.

Ravenblaze | Dawnclan Former Medicine Cat | 25 Moons | White Green-Eyed Tom | Dawnclan Camp | Hornetpaw, Open!

Ravenblaze sensed Hornetpaw tensing up. He took a few deep breaths to try to calm himself. He nodded his head at Hornetpaw's orders. He tried to clear his head of all thoughts, simply just taking in what was happening around him. He heard the distant murmuring of voices, placing one to belong to Cloudburst. His mind almost started wandering to more in-depth thoughts of the she-cat, but he caught himself and shook his head to clear it. He perked his ears up and padded towards the medicine cat den, his fur spiking whenever a loud sound reached his ears. Once in the den, he let himself fall onto one of the nests already there. He closed his eyes and let the familiar scents wash over him. The familiarity of the scents and feel of the nest helped soothe his anxiousness.

Now that he was more relaxed, he felt something warm and wet trickle down from the back of his head. He felt a small spike of anxiety, but soon reminded himself that Hornetpaw would be able to fix him up. He looked around the den, glancing towards the herb store. He stared at it for a while, his mind blanking on the names of what he could see from where he lay. His heart sank a little, but he reminded himself that he had no desire to be a medicine cat ever again.

Blackstar|Leader of Duskclan|One eyed Black Tom|Location: Dusckclan territory/Camp|Mentions: Harepaw, Flamepaw, Wolfstorm | Frost, Nightcloud

The patrol moved through the woods at a quick pace, Blackstar only having to nudge Harepaw into a different path a few times, which he did so silently and with a gentle tap of his tail. As the neared the camp, he let the pace slow, turning to Flamepaw and Lightssong. His eye scanned them, expression and thoughts unreadable as he finally spoke.
"I think that's all you need to know. He mewed, the unblinking stare quite clearly saying 'take the same route back, we'll he checking'. With that, he let the two cats leave before he pushed his way into the camp, aware the second he entered that something was off. He could see Dustpelt, but Red-eye was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Owlfeathers patrol. He wondered briefly if something had happened, but the prickle of excitement in the air was not one of worry, but confusion.
Blackstar stalked towards the small gathering of cats, only slightly taken aback by the small kit on the ground. He looked between Nightcloud, and Wolfstorm as if about to ask what this was about. However the flash of a familiar, and rather unwelcome pelt caught the corner of his gaze.
"Well talk about this-" His whiskers twitched toward the kit between her paws, "Later." he growled, giving Nightcloud a shake of his head, before turning towards Frost, who was waiting with her head cocked and eyes narrowed.

Nightcloud|NPC Queen Duskclan|senior, small blakc She-cat|Location: Clan camp|Mentions: Wolfstorm, Cattlekit
Nightcloud was about to speak when Blackstar had approched, crouching over the small Tom with a sharp look in her gaze, an expression often mirrored in her grandson. As he walked off however, she relaxed slightly turning back to Wolfstorm with a wrinkle of her muzzle.
"I found him, out walking with Acornfall. He was near one of the traps, it smelled of rogues and twolegs. I think his mother may have left him, or was captured." She gave the small kit a swipe of her tongue, her maternal instincts clearly heightened due to her own unborn kits.
"We weren't going to condem a kit." Her voice which had wavered slightly in the telling of her story strengthened, and as she spoke she shot a a glare around the camp, as if daring any cat to argue.

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| Wolfstorm | 38 Moons | Female | Duskclan Warrior |
Location: Duskclan camp- Apprentice den
Mentions: Nightcloud, Blsckstar, Cattlekit

Wolfstorm stood, tail swishing, but said nothing as her leader left. "I'll defend you as well Nightcloud. The code states that we are never to ignore a kit in danger, even one from another clan or a loner. You were right to bring him back." She stretched out, leaning down to be on eye level with the kit. "Welcome to Duskclan, little one. We'll be sure you have a safe place to be." She stood back up, watching Nightcloud. "I'm sure there are others who would defend it as well... Besides, I think Blackstar is more concerned with that new cat."

Cattlekit // Duskclan Kit // 2 Moons // Ginger Chimera Tom // Location- Apprentice Den // Mentions: Nightcloud, Wolfstorm, Open

The kit listened to the cat above him speak, with a hint of what sounded like hostility, although he wasn’t sure completely. The kit looked up as a soft, warm lick was placed upon his head. He yawned, wondering how long until he got to explore. He hadn’t spoken to the cats, but could mostly understand what they were saying. Although, sometimes it were like they were speaking a different language.

He looked at the cat that seemed to lean down, and pricked his ears toward the she-cat. He responded with a small lick on her nose, before she had raised her head again. Getting bored with the conversation, he decided to get up on his paws and explore. He explored the small area of the she-cat, before going to the other she-cat, who previously spoke to him. He sniffed her paw with curiosity.