Harepaw | Apprentice of DuskClan | Small, Hickory, White & Cream Female | Location: DuskClan Camp | Mentions: Dustpelt, Weaselflight [D]

Harepaw had never felt so… helpless. And the passing of two days didn’t lessen this overwhelming concern for her inability to protect and help her Clanmates. She had already lost her mother and Redeye within days of each other, and the weight seemed unbearable upon her shoulders. She had hope that Redeye was alive. She had to have hope. But, in the meantime, she had been trying her best to be a good messenger. At first she had thought of it as a joke, but during the two days of dreariness and helpless waiting, she had learned that that was not the case.

Regardless of the current events, she tried with all her might to return to at least a shell of what she was, or what she wanted to be. Waking had been tough, due to her later nights spent trying to find the fastest way around. She had ignored the burning in her legs for hours the day before, and she sure was feeling it now. She lifted herself onto shaky legs and stumbled from the den, way past her usual time of waking. The den had been so cold without Redeye to keep them company. It almost kept her awake through the morning.

She glanced around drowsily, her face twisted in confusion. It was obvious cats had been given orders already, but some still loitered around. Harepaw hummed nervously and bounded forward asking a Clanmate where her mentor was. Upon getting the information, she rushed to join her mentor and, apparently Weaselflight. She got lost in thought as soon as she exited camp, letting her paws guide her from memory of where the bramble pit was, having visited it before briefly with Dustpelt when she shared a similar duty. Thankfully, it wasn’t too far from the camp, and her legs had already begun to ache with fury of being pushed again so soon.

Slowing to a jagged trot, she sighed and glanced around, spotting the pelts of her superiors easily and dipped to the side to reach them, greeting them with a halfhearted wave of her tail and a cheesy smile that just barely reached her eyes. “Good morning, hope I didn’t miss anything important.” She flicked her ears, feeling just a bit embarrassed. At least she was late with good-ish reason.

Scorchwing | Warrior of DawnClan | Long-Limbed White & Charcoal Female | Location: DawnClan Territory | Mentions: Gingerstar, Turtlesplash [ID] Foxpaw, Flamepaw [D]

It was a couple days after she had helped lead Turtlesplash back to camp - back home - and she hadn’t harbored the least bit of shame for her action, or anger towards Gingerstar or Turtlesplash. She felt in her heart it was the best thing that could happen to this Clan. A wayward warrior returned home. She thought it would lift spirits, but apparently cats were just about ready to attack anyone at this point. Not that she blamed them, not everyone handled tragedy or stress the same. Still, her blood boiled everytime she spotted Turtlesplash and her entourage. It was their Clanmate, they shouldn’t be watched constantly. Sure, they left for a while, but that does not erase the fact that Scorchwing herself had practically grown up with Turtlesplash.

Scorchwing peered around with an annoyed pout. Some cats seemed to lose a bit of themselves when faced with rules that crippled their freedom, and she was one of those cats. Her general happiness stayed despite still under stress from lack of sleep and a steady diet, but it was her passion for doing her duty that seemed to suffer, as much as she hated it. So when she saw the openly annoyed fiery-pelted siblings, she jumped at the opportunity to be an escort.

Scorchwing bounded towards the two, just as she heard her apprentice’s sarcastic tone. She grinned, easily slipping towards them despite the feeling of lightness that plagued her body. “Did I hear my apprentice in peril?” She purred, leaning in to faintly press her nose to the tip of her ear. “If you two will have me, I would be honored to escort you to wherever. As long as it’s not the cavern. I don’t need to ended up demoted.” She rolled her eyes and stealthily stuck her tongue out towards where the superiors were. “Lead the way if you wish. I’ve got nowhere to be.”

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|36 Moons Old|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Camp|Mention(s) Directly: OPEN|Mention(s) Indirectly: Harepaw, Spiderpaw, Patch, Weasleflight, Dustpelt

Owlfeather looked over her shoulder, as Patch came out of the medicine cat den and spoke with Spiderpaw. The deputy would try and stay within ear shot, the she-cat was still new to the clan and Owlfeather would rather keep an eye on Patch. Turning back, the siames she-cat decided to look for something to hold the loose rock in place. The deputy's blue eyes turned up, as Harepaw sprinted out of camp, after he mentor and Weaslefligh. It was good to see, that so many cats were finely waking up and going about their duties.
Spotting a small dip, just inside of the camp, Owlfeather walked over. With the ever present rain in the past days, this small dip had standing water and mud collected in it. Dipping her paw in and bringing it back out again, the deputy studied her muddied paw. It was quite sticky, so this might be good to hold the rocks in place. Glancing around, Owlfeather spotted some ivy growing on the side of one of the large rock nearby. After grabbing a few leaves, the deputy smeared several pawfulls of the mud on them. Satisfied with the amount of mud, the deputy gingerly dragged/carried the muddy leaves across to the loose rock face. First shaking every rock, just to check if they were lose, the deputy went about to sick the rocks in place.



Flamepaw|Dawnclan|Apprentice|13 Moons Old|Ginger She-Cat|Location: Camp|Mention(s) Directly: Foxpaw, Scorchwing|Mention(s) Indirectly: Willowpaw, Shadewing, Gingerstar, Turtlesplash

Flamepaw looked up and stiffened a bit, as Gingerstar's voice trailed over the camp. A gathering, was Turtlesplash's fate finally decided? Flamepaw wondered what the leader and deputy had decided. Still staying lying down, the ginger fluffy she-cat's ear twitched, as the leader told the clan that apprentices would be named. This peaked the young she-cat's interested, who would be the new mentors? She wondered. Her blue eyes followed the kits, as they walked forward to stand before the leader. After they were given their apprentice names and the mentors where assigned to the newly made apprentices, Flamepaw called out the young cats names along with the other Dawnclan cats.
She had planned on congratulating Shadewing and Willowpaw, they were the closest and she had found the young tom's character interesting, but was stopped when Gingerstar continued. Her eyes were trained on Turtlesplash, as the leader told everyone her sentence. She would be an apprentice? That was an interesting thing to do. Wait, where Foxpaw and she also aloud to boss Turtle-paw around? They were almost old enough to be warriors. Flamepaw was about to say as much to her sister, when someone came up to the siblings. Her ear twitched, when Scorchwing prodded Flamepaw's ear.
"I'd definitely be up to it, but we'll need another warrior to come along", Flamepaw said, getting to her paws. She tapped Foxpaw's shoulder, just to make sure her sister had heard Scorchwing's words as well. "Maybe we could even go out with Shadewing and Willowpaw?", Flamepaw offered, nodding to the newly named apprentice and mentor.

Storm that Hides the Stars | Serval NPC | ??? | Mollie | DuskClan Territory | Redeye ; Wolfstorm ; Vulturepaw ; Sootwhisker ; Springpaw

Storm's lips curled aggressively when Vulturepaw approached even just a step. She promptly hid Redeye from view again, snapping her teeth at the apprentice threateningly. She went so far as to tuck Redeye down on the ground so that his weight was no longer on her and she could comfortably stand over him, covering him as best she could with her own body. Her head snapped towards Wolfstorm when the larger cat began to speak and she bared her teeth for a moment before the mollie turned to her and spoke in the broken language she understood.

"Red Eyes need medicine cat," she said the same thing with emphasis this time, not quite realizing that this 'medicine cat' was a real living creature and that Springpaw was going to get them. She did, however, uncover Redeye, shifting so that he was lying down beside her. She herself would not lay down, but she was crouched enough that his head could be supported and his body kept warm. She eased herself closer to him, pressing her pelt against his with a worried sound.

"Red Eyes hurt," she mumbled, leaning her head down and lapping quickly at his cut, cleaning away all that she could, her tail lashing anxiously. It was obvious she was on edge even though there seemed no reason to be. She turned her eyes back towards Wolfstorm suspiciously, and rumbled, "Fluffy cat, come. Fluffy cat come. No touch Red Eyes, no touch." As she said it, she shifted closer to him, willing her body heat to spread to his slightly feverish shivering form.

| Wolfstorm | 38 Moons | Female | Duskclan Warrior |
Location: Duskclan territory - Hunting patrol meeting spot
Mentions: Hunting patrol, Storm, Redeye

"Medicine cat be here soon." Wolfstorm confirmed. "Small cat get her and bring her." Redeye did not look good at all, but she was glad he was being brought home at last. He would certainly need Frost's full attention for a while though. She dipped her head in acknowledgement of Storm's words.

"No touch. Me no touch, just look." She confirmed, walking forwards, she crouched by Redeye, purring softly to try to comfort him. "Starclan's sake, you look bad, Redeye..." She sniffed, and even without medicine cat training, she could smell the infection on the tom.

"You help him, thank you." She looked up at the serval, wanting to clearly express her gratitude to the large feline for returning their clanmate to them. "My name Wolfstorm. Your name what?" She had a distinct feeling that this strange cat wouldn't exactly be leaving any time soon, and it would be better to have something to call her at least.

Sootwhisker | Duskclan Warrior | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Duskclan Territory| Mentions: (Direct) Vulturepaw(Indirect) Wolfstorm, Springpaw, Storm (serval), Redeye

Sootwhisker's eyes widened at the sight of Redeye, limp and bloodied. But alive. He said nothing, keeping his distance as Wolfstorm communicated with Storm and Springpaw raced to camp. He stared at the weak warrior anxiously, and the grey tom was thankful that the serval was at least allowing Wolfstorm to get closer to Redeye.

Sootwhisker struggled to keep himself from glaring at the large cat. Yes, 'Red Eyes hurt'. Because she hurt him! The tom forced himself to sit down and look only at his clanmates or the ground. He didn't need to be sending Storm any antagonizing signals, accidentally or not. Sootwhisker sighed. Despite that the serval had hurt Redeye, despite that it was her fault that the pale tom was in such a bad state, he had to admit that Storm had at least given Redeye a chance of survival by bringing him home.

Suddenly looking to Vulturepaw, Sootwhisker immediately stood and went to stand by the apprentices side, resting his tail on Vulturepaw's back. "We can get him fixed up now," the tom said softly, hoping he sounded somewhat convincing. Sootwhisker wasn't sure if Redeye would be alright; he had never seen an injured cat go without a medicine cat for this long. The sooner they got a medicine cat here, the better.

Dustpelt|Warrior of Duskclan|Leggy Calico Tom|Location: Duskclan Territory|Mentions: Weaselflight, Harepaw
Dustpelt was panting by the time they got to the brambles, snorting slightly with laughter at Weaselflights words.
"Hah, if you don;t I'll have to start calling you Turtleflight." He purred, the jab friendly as he gave the other tom a bump with his shoulder. It was at this point, when his ears pricked, hearing Harepaw come skidding into the small clearing as well. Though he could tell his apprentice was still a bit put out about the situations that had been occurring, he was glad to see her out and about.
"Just me beating Weaselflights butt." he purred, trotting towards the brambles with a good natured twitch of his tail.
"We can try and find some loose ones, and bite through the thougher ones?" He mewed, gingerly putting his jaws around one of the thin tendrils, and scooting backwards with a few tugs, pulling a dead clump with him.
"Thissultakefurever-" He spat out the plant, giving a cough and a wrinkle of his nose.
"This is gunna take forever." He restated with a hmph, though there was still a happy expression plastered across his face.
"C'mon now. The more jaws the better." He glanced at Harepaw.
"If you do good, we can do some sparring later." He mewed, trying to entice the smaller she-cat into some energy.

Frost |Old Med-cat,Duskclan|white and gray she-cat|Location: Duskclan Camp|Mentions: Springpaw, Blackstar
Blackstar|Leader of Duskclan|One eyed Black Tom|Location: Camp|Mentions: Springpaw, Frost

Frost had been watching the camp, perched on the edge of her new den. She had been watching Patch walk and speak with Spiderpaw, her eyes narrowed as she observed them. For a moment, it looked as if she were going to go offer her own services; as it would have been better than organizing the herbs for a third time, but then Springpaw burst through the entrance. As the apprentice rambled on to her, she felt her ears flattening slightly, a paw raising.
"Calm yourself -" But the apprentice had already ran back to the entrance, then back in to alert Blackstar. Frost shook her head. She didn't want to go traipsing around the terrain, if they had gotten Redeye this far, she didn't see why they couldn't bring the tom into the camp. Still, the need to aid anything in pain cause her to raise to her paws, and trot over to where Blackstar was standing, Springpaw intercepting her pathway, causing her to pause. She did not have time to speak however, before Blackstar approached.
"Frost, stay here. We don't know what this serval wants. If its still with Redeye, it may using him as a shield. You're not a warrior, if it comes to a fight we cannot afford you to be injured."
At his words, Frost bristled, and her head jerking into Blackstars face, a whiskers length apart.
"I am not some helpless kit, Blackstar. And don't be a mouse-brain. If it wanted to hurt him, why would it as for a healer?" she snorted, turning around on her paws. She could hear Blackstars growl behind her, but she adamantly ingored it, turning to Springpaw instead.
"Lead the way." she mewed, glancing only once with narrowed eyes at Blackstar as he flanked her, then drew further up, before turning to yowl towards Owlfeather.
There wasn't time for subtly. With that, the two cats followed Springpaw back into the terrain.


Foxpaw|Apprentice of Dawnclan|Small Ginger Tabby She-cat|Location: Clan Borders|Mentions: Open

News/Event for Anyone

⇺ [ Hornetpaw ] ⇻
18 Moons • Male • DawnClan • Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location: DawnClan Camp • Mentions: Lightsong, Ravenblaze, Shadewing, Willowpaw, Gingerstar, Umbraclaw

Hornetpaw was glad to find his words seemed to sooth the warrior. Perhaps he wasn’t all that bad at this whole medicine cat thing. “You’re welcome. Should you ever need to speak again, know my den is always open,” he purred, any further conversation interrupted by Gingerstar calling for a meeting. Following Lightsong and Ravenblaze toward where his Clanmates were gathering, he sat near the back of the crowd. The last litter of kits earned their apprentice names, and much to his delight Shadewing was named a mentor. “I don’t suppose you’ll be joining us any longer,” he commented in amusement as Shadewing and Willowpaw prepared to begin their training.

There was no offense at the change of plans in his voice and Hornetpaw offered his cousin his congratulations before waiting for the excitement of the meeting to die down before approaching Gingerstar and Umbraclaw. “Greetings, Gingerstar, Umbraclaw,” he started with a formal dip of his head. “I was hoping to restore my herb stock. Lightsong and Ravenblaze have offered to come with me. Do we have your permission to leave camp?” He paused as Lightsong took it upon himself to replace Shadewing, watching as he made his way over to the newly accepted Turtlesplash...paw. He turned back to leader and deputy to gauge their reactions, knowing it’d ultimately be up to them whether or not she attended.

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⇺ [ Turtlepaw ] ⇻
24 Moons • Female • DawnClan • Warrior Apprentice
Location: DawnClan Camp • Mentions:: Shadewing, Willowpaw, Lightsong, Umbraclaw

“StarClan willing,” she replied in regards to Shadewing’s reassurances. Turtlepaw wasn’t sure she could share his optimism. Gingerstar only accepted her due to the troubling lack of warriors, and she was not under the delusion that DawnClan’s leadership would make acclimating back into this lifestyle easy for her. In fact, she expected her every move would be ridiculed. They would watch and wait, hoping to catch her making a mistake. The thought caused the fur along her spine to rise minimally before she forced it down. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of proving them right. Eventually, her Clanmates would have to accept she was here to stay.

Lightsong suddenly addressing her had her turning to the tom, noticing he was all puffed up in the hopes of appearing intimidating. A smirk pulled at the edges of her mouth, but she managed to suppress the urge to express her amusement as the warrior issued his orders. “Certainly,” she replied cordially. “So long as Gingerstar agrees.”

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⇺ [ Redeye ] ⇻
36 Moons • Male • DuskClan • Warrior
Location: DuskClan Territory • Mentions: Storm, Hunting Patrol, Harepaw

A chorus of familiar voices filled his ears, the sound of so many cats around him almost overwhelming. Even as his body urged him to go to them his ears flattened against his skull and he shook his head as if attempting to rid a terrible noise. Trying to focus on any one voice proved too difficult and when Storm encouraged him to lay down he obeyed, sliding down until his belly touched grass. He slipped in and out of consciousness, missing a good chunk of the following confrontation.

"Starclan's sake, you look bad, Redeye..."

A sudden voice closer now caused him to turn his head, squinting up at Wolfstorm. For a split second, he clearly didn’t seem to know who was speaking to him, staring at the large calico blankly before recognition lit his gaze. “I’ve been better,” he agreed before his head felt too heavy to hold up and slumped back against Storm. “Everything will be ok. Everything is fine,” he tried to reassure Storm, his voice growing weak as consciousness threatened to send him spiraling back into darkness.

“Where are Vulturepaw and Harepaw? Safe?” He asked after a moment of dozing. As he opened his eyes he found he couldn’t see anymore, everything was still dark, but in his state, the lack of vision didn’t alarm him.

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⇺ [ Spiderpaw ] ⇻
10 Moons • Male • DuskClan • Warrior Apprentice
Location: DuskClan Camp • Mentions: Patch, Owlfeather, Dustpelt, Wesealflight, Harepaw

Spiderpaw didn’t appear to have any ill will as Patch approached him, his oddly thin, curved tail curled around his paws and eyes brimming with zeal. “It’s alright Patch. I guess that wasn’t my most tactful entrance,” he replied with a soft snigger. “I’ve been told I’m impulsive...incorrigible even.” Rising to his paws he led the way towards the warrior's den, poking his head inside to make certain it was empty.

“Dustpelt and Weaselflight are already out gathering supplies so we can put ourselves to work identifying areas that need repairing. Owlfeather told me there’s a hole in the nursery already, so let's see if we can find any here. Just look around at the den walls. If there’s any space that looks as if it needs filling in, take note of it so we can patch it up once everyone gets back,” he instructed, scampering to one end of the den and peering around in search of something amiss.

Ravenblaze | Dawnclan Former Medicine Cat, Now Warrior | White Green-Eyed Tom | Dawnclan Camp | Scorchwing, Flamepaw, Open!

Ravenblaze listened as the two cats spoke, nodding and getting up as Gingerstar announced a clan meeting. He stayed silent as she spoke, only speaking up to yowl the names of the new apprentices to welcome them and their new status. He glanced back to Turtlepaw, feeling a little wave of relief as the leader did not make him an apprentice again as well. He was well aware that he lacked certain skills as a warrior, but he supposed that he would be able to learn along the way. Lightsong had seemed pretty eager to spend time together, something that he was looking forward to. He flicked an ear as he heard him mentioning to Turtlepaw that they were going herb hunting. His ears folded back a little. While he did not have too much against the she-cat, he could not shake of the sting of betrayal he felt towards her.

With this in mind, he stepped toward Flamepaw, Foxpaw and Schorchwing. The two apprentices were both interesting cats, Foxpaw a little more thorny than her sister, and Scorchwing was a respectable warrior. He was certain he would pick up some skills from the both of them. He dipped his head to the three of them in greeting. "Hope you don't mind me barging in, I was wondering if you would let me in on your secret schemes." He joked a little, letting out a soft purr. He was hoping they were headed somewhere, having been a little too late to hear any of their talking before.

Sweetkit | Kit | Black Tuxedo Green-Eyed Tom | Dawnclan Camp | Open!

Sweetkit rushed out of the nursery when he heard Gingerstar's summons. He watched the ceremony with Squirrelleaf and kneaded the ground excitedly. His heart swelled with happiness for the new apprentices and he hardly knew which foot to stand on as he watched the apprentices touch noses with their mentors. He turned and rammed his head into his mother and looked up at her, meeting her warm amber eyes with his green ones. "They must be so happy." He purred to her, nuzzling against her and doing a little twirl. His gaze drifted across camp and it fell on Turtlesplash, Turtlepaw now. He wanted to go over to her, ask her if she was okay or if she needed anything. He had a small feeling that cats would not approve of him talking to her, though he would probably approach her anyway. He just needed some time to gather his courage.

Sootwhisker | Duskclan Warrior | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Duskclan Territory| Mentions: (Direct) Springpaw(Indirect) Wolfstorm, Vulturepaw, Storm (serval), Redeye, Frost, Blackstar

Sootwhisker glanced away from the sorry sight of the pale warrior when he heard paw steps coming toward them and was grateful to see that Springpaw had returned with help close behind. He hadn't really liked having Frost around the camp. She was a stranger to Sootwhisker, and yet, from what he had come to understand, she had been with the clan before. And left. A cat that leaves their clan is worse than any soft-bellied kittypet in the tom's opinion. However, Sootwhisker couldn't help but feel a small stab of relief to see their temporary medicine cat. Any help at this point was more than welcome.
He nodded to Springpaw. "I think Wolfstorm might be able to work on that," he said, voice low. "The serval at least let her get close, anyway." But would the creature let Frost come near as well? He looked back to Storm who still seemed nervous as she stood protectively by Redeye even after having allowed Wolfstorm to get close. That thing could snap at any moment if anyone so much as breathed too loud, from the looks of it. Sootwhisker's claws dug into the ground anxiously. The serval had already brought Redeye back, so couldn't it just leave now? "Think it'll-she'll step back a bit to give Frost some room?" he asked Wolfstorm as loudly as he dared, feeling as though talking quietly will somehow bring calm to the situation.

Blackstar|Leader of Duskclan|One eyed Black Tom|Location: Duskclan territory|Mentions: Frost, Storm, Redeye, Patrol
Frost |Old Med-cat,Duskclan|white and gray she-cat|Location: Duskclan territory|Mentions: Storm, Redeye, Wolfstorm, Patrol
The trek through the forest went quickly, no need for subtly on their own terrain. As Blackstar and Frost emerged onto the scene, the pair finally slowed, assessing the situation. Frost's icy glare darted across each cat, making sure no one had gotten injured, before landing on Wolfstorm, then Redeye, then the Serval. She took a pawstep closer, and Blackstar gave a quiet hiss under his breath.
"We are grateful you've brought our clanmate home safely." Blackstar spoke carefully, slowly to the serval before Frost could speak. It was a bit of an understatement, Redeye looked for lack of a better word, terrible. Still, it was clear the serval wasn't, at least in the moment, the one causing any harm.
The black tom did not step forward, as it seemed the rest of the patrol had kept their distance save for Wolfstorm, and until he knew the situation, he wasn't about to go jumping forward.
Frost, on the other hand, rolled her eyes and straightened up, taking a step forward, blinking calmly at the serval, who now held her attention.
"He needs help." Her eyes glanced at the servals hind leg, what had seemed like a fresh injury clearly older upon closer investigation.
"We need to take him home to help." she said quite plainly, though perhaps not quite aware of how well the serval could understand. So, she twitched her tail at Redeye, and with a mix of swiveling her ears and tail, tried to use her body language to explain best. Her tone had at least, lost is slightly prickly nature and was almost a quiet crooning, like how a mother would wordlessly comfort her kits.
"She needs to leave our territory." Blackstar spoke quietly, addressing the rest of the patrol. His eye closed for a moment, as if trying to keep calmer than he felt.


Foxpaw|Apprentice of Dawnclan|Small Ginger Tabby She-cat|Location: Clan camp|Mentions: Ravenblaze, Umbraclaw, Turtlesplash, Flamepaw, Scorchwing
Foxpaw had cheered, albeit slightly less enthused than the rest of her clanmates, for the newly named apprentices. It had also saved her from having to continue speaking idly, about things she didn't entirely care about. Even still, after the ceremony and news had ended, she found herself still by her sisters side, but now with Scorchwing and then Ravenblaze appearing. Foxpaw had keep quiet as the older warriors neared and joked, the twitch in her whiskers the only sign she was listening.
"I think-" she paused, having finally started to interject, when Umbraclaw appeared, summoning her per usual. Foxpaw rose to her feet, glancing between the other cats.
"Duty calls." she mewed, before trotting away without a backwards glance. She was however, intrigued to see Turtlesplash- Turtlepaw she mentally corrected, joining them. As Umbraclaw spoke, Foxpaw's expression remained blank, though her ears had pricked in interest. For a moment, she wondered if Umbraclaw was joking, before realizing the deputy rarely did such, and never when it came to training. She turned to face the older cat, her yellow stare calculating, as if reading more than just her opponents physical stance, but something deeper. She had sparred with her fellow clan-mates plenty of times before, but this seemed different. It was perhaps, because of this that she hesitated to make the first move for a change, though she had risen to keep her weight off her paws.