Gingerstar | DawnClan Leader | 36 Moons | Mollie | Camp | Ravenblaze; NPCs; Cloudburst

The patched mollie's irate gaze skimmed the camp impatiently, her shoulders bunched and paws tucked under her chest. Umbraclaw had left awhile ago, and since then she had found herself more tired of everyone's chatter than usual. She could hear them rattling on and on about the most nonsensical of things- the number of kits Cloudburst would have, what so and so had caught for their morning meal, which cat spent a little too long grooming another, etc. All useless information that left her opinion of them lower than usual.

Her cold gaze flashed to Ravenblaze when the ghostly white tom approached. Her ears flattened slightly at the sight of him. It wasn't that he was a bad cat, just... not the one she would have chosen as an adviser. Not only was his name the most imbecilic thing to ever touch her ears [I mean who names a white cat 'Ravenkit?!'], but his soft and downright foolish demeanor was a constant source of irritation for her. But, alas... it was not her choice. It was StarClan's, and whatever tomfoolery they threw her direction she had to take in stride.

Her tail flicked mildly, and she locked gazes with the tom. "No," she admitted with an irked tone, "but we've taken steps to ensure that some discoveries happen before the end of the day."

She flicked an ear. "What do you think of it? The scent. Anything in your... medicine senses tingling?" her voice was not rude, but a little bit mocking. Just a bit.
If you ask too many questions, or seek too much approval, nothing ever gets done

 Blackstar|Leader of Duskclan|One eyed Black Tom|Location: Camp|Mentions: Vulturepaw, Sootpaw

Vulturepaw's words caused Blackstar to pause, and he closed his eye for a moment to think of how best to respond, yet in the silence Sootpaw's growls were clear, the young cat not trying to hide his anger. Blackstar let his gaze open, landing on the two apprentices as he rose to his paws, his tail held high and neck arched slightly.
"Sootpaw. It does not do well to infight during such times. I know this is troubling, but you must control yourself." His tone was smooth, but there was a finality to his words and posture that would not allow for any fighting in front of him.
"I cannot say what will happen, Fernfoot is in Starclans paws for now." He turned to address Vulturepaw, his expression tense.
"But that doesn't mean we won't investigate to find out where they may have gone. However, right now I cannot afford anyone else to happen. We will regroup, and send out a patrol early, when the two-legs are almost never around." He hoped the words would pacify the toms, and that the cats sent out would not run into the same trouble. He looked about to leave, but then paused and returned his gaze to the pair.
"Perhaps you two can sit guard for a while, perhaps Fernfoot managed to claw free, or at the very least you can keep alert for any potential problems." With that he nodded and turned his attention back to the medicine-cat den.


 Pouncival|NPC Rogue/Kitty-pet|Grey tabby Tom|Location: two-leg nest|Mentions: Fleetfoot

The scent that wafted through the screen was unfamiliar. Amber eyes blinked downward at the porch, from their perch on a fence. It had been odd times lately, and this only added to the curious cases that Pouncival had been hearing about lately. Padding forward, the narrow tom leapt lightly onto a ledge that allowed him to peer into the enclosed space, noticing unfamiliar cream fur peering through a different window.
"Oy." His brow was furrowed, but not quite threatening as he called out.
"What have you done with the cat that lives here mate?" He glanced about, as if someone else were about to appear out of the woodwork.
"I havn't seen you around these parts, and I would know if these two-legs got a new cat. I always know, ya know?" He continued, rearing up onto his hind legs and placing his paws daintily on the screen to peer with his face nearly pressed against the mesh.
"So who are you then, eh?" His tail lashed in curiosity as he waited to hear the response, his new pose allowing the small bell around his neck to jingle merrily, contrasting the serious face he was keeping on.

 Events!

 Even for: Scorchwing, Flamepaw

Upon traveling, you catch the stale smell of two-legs, as well as something that smells rather tasty wafting from a bit south-east.

 Even for: Ravenblaze

In the sky, the clouds seem to be have taken on a strange shape. Two clouds, one slightly darker than the other twisted like fighting cats, the dark cloud seeming to be larger, and looming over the other.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Camp|Mention(s) Directly: Fleetwhisper, Blackstar|Mention(s) Indirectly: Fernfoot

The deputy had closed her eyes, as Fleetwhisper started to work on her wound. The she-cat opened her eyes though, when she heard the medicine cats voice. Nodding her head, Owlfeather reached forward and lapped up the small black seeds. To be honest, the she-cat could've gone to sleep even without taking the poppy seeds. Her muscles and wound had stopped hurting, at least for the most right now. Tiredness washed over the deputy and she laid her head down on her paws.
As her head lulled to the side, she wondered what had happened to Fernfoot. The deputy hoped that the warrior was alright, in her groggy mind a thought started to form. Maybe the tom had been able to escape after all, maybe by the time she woke up again, he would be back in camp. Owlfeather's eyes opened one more time before she drifted into sleep, the she-cat saw Blackstar standing in the entrance, looking into the medicine cat den. 'Just a bit, just a bit of sleep', Owlfeather thought. Then her eyes closed and Owlfeather fell asleep.

Flamepaw|Dawnclan|Apprentice|Ginger She-Cat|Location: Training Beach|Mention(s) Directly: Scorchwing|Mention(s) Indirectly: none

Flamepaw sat by the lake, her long tail wrapped around her paws. The white tip of her tail was twitching back and forth, the young she-cat was concentration hard on the water's surface. Suddenly she noticed the glint of a silver something moving under the water, the fin of a fish split through the water, just ahead of her. Flamepaw dug her claws into the sand, she needed to be quick in her strike. Wait.... wait..... wait.... NOW! Flamepaw lunged forward, her right paw sticking forward. Digging her claws into the scaly hide of the fish, the ginger tabby she-cat pulled closer to herself. Once it was within striking distance, Flamepaw reached over and bit the fish right behind the head.
Hearing a crunch, the fish fell limp. Sitting back, the she-cat held the fish triumphantly in her mouth. Flamepaw turned to her mentor, the young she-cat was beaming. She had managed to catch a fish, all on her own! Placing the fish behind her, on the beach, Flamepaw licked her maw. She definitely was not a fan of fish, but it was pray and would feed the clan well. As a beaze tickled her nose, Flamepaw could smell something through the fishy stench that the slimy thing had left on her pelt. Standing up, Flamepaw turned herself into the wind. Closing her blue eyes, the young she-cat concentrated on the smell. It was familiar, but Flamepaw just could not place it. Wait was it? Opening her eyes with a start, Flamepaw looked over her shoulder st Scorchwing. "I smell Two legs",Flamepaw announced. Pausing for a moment, she added, "it's a bit stale though."

Sootpaw | Duskclan Apprentice | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Duskclan Camp | Mentions: Blackstar(direct), Vulturepaw(direct), Fernfoot(direct), Owlfeather(direct)

Sootpaw's ears pinned flat against his skull at Vulturepaw's retort. For some reason, the dark apprentice's positive thinking only annoyed the gray tom, and he was fixing on a smart remark of his own when Blackstar spoke instead. At that, Sootpaw swallowed his own hateful words and looked away. If there was anything he didn't want to do, it was getting on Blackstar's bad side. Especially not at a moment like this.
Sootpaw listened as the Duskclan leader answered Vulturepaw's question, his anger quietly simmering. He didn't understand why the smaller tom had to be that way. So positive. Not that Sootpaw didn't hope for Fernfoot's safe return, but he couldn't help but be doubtful that he'd ever see the friendly warrior again. Hearing Vulturpaw ask so casually about his return, as though Fernfoot had just gone out for a patrol, just set Sootpaw off. Perhaps he shouldn't have spoken to his fellow apprentice like that, but...well, maybe Vulturepaw shouldn't have acted like Fernfoot's capture wasn't a big deal!Sootpaw was still seething when Blackstar suggested that both apprentices should sit and wait to see if Fernfoot makes it back to the camp. Sootpaw said nothing, but sat down and curled his tail over his paws, his fur slowly laying flat again.
Fine. He'd stand guard and wait. Sootpaw's glare was aimed at the trees, but he dragged it to his wounded mentor being tended in the medicine cat's den, and his gaze softened. Owlfeather didn't need an apprentice that mouthed off in times of stress, especially an apprentice his age. Sootpaw sighed and licked his chest fur thoughtfully. He had to learn to calm down, or at least to keep his mouth shut. It was the only way he could ever become a good warrior that was actually an asset to the clan. Sootpaw looked out at the trees and waited.

Ravenblaze | Dawnclan Medicine Cat | 25 Moons | White Green-Eyed Tom | Camp |Mentions: Gingerstar, Hornetpaw(ID)

⇺ [ Hornetpaw ] ⇻
18 Moons |:| Male |:| DawnClan |:| Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location - Outside Camp |:| Mentions - Foxpaw, Larkclaw, Umbraclaw (Direct) / Ravenblaze (Indirect)

The sight of Mousefur’s shredded throat brought bile to his mouth, the repulsive liquid forcibly swallowed rather than expelled at his paws. He was the medicine cat apprentice for StarClan’s sake! This was no time to be squeamish. Alerted to the shallow rise and fall of Mousefur’s sides by Foxpaw, he rushed forward and immediately reached out a paw to cover the ragged wound as if he could keep the blood inside of him by sheer force and willpower. “Cobwebs! I need cobwebs!”

The truth was Hornetpaw wasn’t sure what to do. In the few short moons since he began training under Ravenblaze’s tutlege they’d never yet covered wounds of this severity. Looking down at his torn body, Hornetpaw already knew deep down Mousefur wouldn’t survive this, but damn it all if he wasn’t going to try. “It’s alright Mousefur, just hang in there. Help is on the way, you’ve made it this far! Just listen to my voice. You’re strong. I know you can do this,” he encouraged, voice shaking despite his best attempts to conceal his fear.

Just as he was about to order Foxpaw back to camp for help, Mousefur managed to gasp out a few last words before falling still, the remnants of his life exhaling in one final breath. Hornetpaw stood over the limp messenger in mingled shock and grief. Foxpaw and Larkclaw felt very far away, the former’s voice practically muted to the point it sounded like little more than a fly buzzing in his ears. Only the presence of Umbraclaw snapped him back to attention, her demand for an explination cutting through his misery like a claw.

He gazed back at her with eyes that conveyed a myriad of emotions; sorrow, regret, terror and doubt all in one. “A cat did this,” he whispered as if he barely dared to speak at all. “Even without Mousefur saying so I...I can tell. This was the work of no dog or fox. Another cat did this…”

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⇺ [ Redeye ] ⇻
36 Moons |:| Male |:| DuskClan |:| Warrior
Location - Outside Camp |:| Mentions - Harepaw, Dustpelt, Weaselflight

The odd scent practically led the small patrol on a wild goose chase, winding through the territory in an irregular path. Many times he found himself doubling back on their own trail, frustration glinting in his crimson gaze as they came no closer to discovering their quarry. The overpowering odor of two-leg and dogs began to mingle with the original scent, underlying hints of their Clanmates causing suspicion and his pace to slow, pawsteps growing more cautious. Something wasn't quite right here...

As they finally seemed to be on the right track again, a somewhat familiar scent greeted his senses, reminding him of the days he'd spent scavenging in the Twolegplace. That raised alarms long before he caught the glint of the trap, his sleek pelt suddenly bushing out as he leaped forward to intercept Wesealflight. "Get away from there! Don't any of you take even a paw step closer!" He hissed. "That's a two-leg trick, it is! They put something tasty inside so innocent cats will be tempted to take a nibble and a door shuts and traps you inside it!"

A venemous glare was sent in the trap's direction as if his stare alone would send it scurrying off. "The two-legs being here lately...this ain't just some vacation. They're trying to get at us!" He clearly beleived his proclamation fully, though the others may think he was jumping to conclusions. "I've seen it! In the twolegplace. They'd set down these traps and catch cats. All of them out of an area and take 'em away. Sometimes they bring them back, but other times...other times I never saw those cats again."

Gingerstar | DawnClan Leader | 36 Moons | Mollie | Camp | Ravenblaze; Hornetpaw

Gingerstar's gaze rose to the clouds as the tom spoke, and she felt a cold trickling sensation down her spine. She could not make out the shapes that her medicine cat was describing, she had never been the most communicative with her ancestors, but if the white tom saw it... well, she couldn't exactly say he wasn't seeing it just because she wasn't. He'd been faithful to the clan so far, she had no reason to question him. Her multicolored gaze hardened and she dropped it to the dust, paws under her chest beginning to knead the earth silently.

She rose onto her paws, turning towards her den sharply. "Come." It was not a request, it was not friendly, it was an order. She disappeared into the depths her den, tail lashing. When Ravenblaze had entered as well, she rounded on him, her jaw clenched.

"Don't," she growled, "speak about signs from StarClan in front of the entire clan. You could start a panic, create discord among the warriors... keep your tongue in line!" Her fury was mostly stemming from her confusion... she had no idea how to interpret this damned sign, what could she do about it? Her hackles raised, and she turned away again, stalking towards the back of her den. She sat down, facing the wall, her gaze locked on the textures, unwavering.

"Sit," she said, her voice softer now, "where is your apprentice? Foolhardy tom needs to be present for these conversations so that he can learn, don't you agree?" Her gaze didn't break from the wall.
If you ask too many questions, or seek too much approval, nothing ever gets done


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Turtle | Kittypet | 144 Moons | Tom | Twoleg Nest | Fernfoot; Pouncival

Turtle's tail was wrapped meticulously around his legs, his back arched and his body tucked up in a neat little package. His pelt was a striking marbled tabby, deep swirls of black and brown, his eyes a rich piercing green. Time, however, had dulled those eyes. Twelve long years he had lived in this nest, and what had started out with piercing clarity had dulled, and his green gaze was beginning to cloud over with cataracts. The black pupils were milky now, grey, and his vision fuzzy.

Despite that, however, the elderly tom knew all the same when his twolegs were home. They left the package on the porch, and they went into their rooms. He rose creakily onto his paws, jumping up onto the windowsill and pressing up against the screen patiently. The wind brushed his fur faintly, and he smiled. "I do believe that I would count as another cat," he rumbled patiently at the cream feral tom outside. Far through the outside screens he could see Pouncival, one of the friendly inside/outside kittypets he had exchanged words with on occasion.

"Nothing's been done with me, ya old bugger," Turtle called patiently, his tail flicking with a small smile. He turned his gaze towards the feral tom, and he blinked a few times. His frame was blurry, but he could tell that he was wild. Rumpled fur, dirty, smelled like the forest... Turtle's scent-sensing was still sharp as ever if not better. He flicked his tail with a smile. "Welcome to the home," he told the feral, "What's your name?"
Older than time and still snappin'

Larkclaw
15 Moons || Female || DawnClan Warrior
Location: Outside Camp || Mentions: Hornetpaw, Foxpaw

Time felt distorted. Hornetpaw took the lead once they turned away from the strange sweet smell, and the sight in front of her left her mind numb. Whoever had attacked Mousefur, it looked like they had shredded him. Larkclaw’s ears folded back and her fur bristled as she drew closer, unsure if the treat was still around. But at Foxpaw’s words that Mousefur’s flank was still moving, she followed Hornetpaw over in a flash.

It was obvious that there wasn’t much life left in the warrior. Still, Hornetpaw wanted to help. It took her a second to register that he was asking for cobwebs, but before she made it all that far from Mousefur to look, the warrior spoke in a hushed, broken voice. If her fur weren’t already puffed out, those words would have brought ever hair on its end. A cat did this. A cat ambushed Mousefur. Larkclaw had turned back to see Mousefur’s eyes meet hers before flickering over to Hornetpaw.

For once, she felt at a loss for words. When Umbraclaw appeared, she did her best to push the dull buzzing feeling in her head away. Now was not the time to let emotions get the best of her. She took a breath, and began to tell the deputy what had happened to fill her in on what Hornetpaw hadn’t said.

“We were on our way to pick up some prey that we caught when we scented blood. Foxpaw slipped in some on our way here, which is why there’s still some on her pelt. It led us here, where we found Mousefur. He was already like this when we arrived, badly injured… He did manage to say something before he died. It sounded like, ‘Cat surprise,’ didn’t it, Hornetpaw?” she asked, glancing at the medicine cat apprentice. “But who in StarClan’s name could have done this…?”

Scorchwing | Warrior of DawnClan | Long-Limbed White & Charcoal Female | Location: Training Beach | Mentions: Flamepaw [Direct]

Scorchwing only chuckled good-naturedly at the apprentice’s request, remaining still as Flamepaw readied herself to catch the slimy, scaly creatures that swam leisurely just beyond her reach. Scorchwing waited patiently, her olive eyes completely focused upon Flamepaw and her target. In no time, Flamepaw struck, spraying water on the positive mollie’s white and charcoal tabby coat. She grinned, sharing the friendly gesture with her apprentice. “A mighty catch, Flame! I expected nothing less,” she purred, backing out of the water while batting at the limp creature playfully.

Scorch dipped into a stretch, her white claws curling into the sand that clung to her paws and the wild wisps of her pelt. Her nose twitched as the gales changed trajectory and the familiar brush of two-legs greeted her, along with something quite pungent. She groaned, and, not a second later, Flamepaw confirmed she had also caught wind of the stench. “As stale as it might be, they’re known to patrol certain areas and linger. Do you smell something else, Flamepaw?” She asked, keeping her eyes upon the direction the savory smell wafted from. Perhaps they should give it a look. It wasn’t a smell she was accustomed to.

Harepaw | Apprentice of DuskClan | Small, Hickory & Cream Female | Location: DuskClan Territory | Mentions: Redeye, Dustpelt [Direct], Weaselflight [Indirect]

Harepaw situated her hind legs and wiggled her rump to gain a steady footing and clear her throat awkwardly at the strange melodramatics of Redeye. As much as she enjoyed his strange speech and bright mannerisms, she still had a bit to get used to. He was quite offbeat and unusual, in an oddly refreshing kind of way. “I… I didn’t mean to get into mischief! I just smell good to them apparently.” She sniffled in a childish and harmless way, glaring at the albino male all the while. “And no, you just happen to smell like a she-cat. A well-groomed one, thankfully,” she tested, joking in a grumbling manner. With a twitch of her nose, she got a hint of whatever was causing Redeye to go on the fritz and Dustpelt to grow more serious.

Harepaw’s brows furrowed and she turned in the direction of the scent. It was unfamiliar to her, having grown and thrived within the Clan. Absently, she nodded to Dustpelt and flicked her beige-tipped tail as she slowly moved in the direction of the scent. She flinched back as Redeye lunged forward from his spot next to her, leaving her in the dust once more. She groaned and turned to look at Dustpelt and Weaselflight, hoping for some direction. At the mention of training, she seemed to brighten, her pout lifting to an excited smile. She bounded quickly after Redeye, wanting to match the white tom’s stride and exuberance. It was quite contagious.

Harepaw leapt and scrabbled amongst the ferns and trees as they traveled, appearing to make a game out of the journey. It wasn’t often she traveled further from the Clan’s protective presence, let alone with fellow Clanmates to make it worthwhile. The sporadic path didn’t seem to put a dampen on her mood, nor did the circles they traveled. Once upon the sweet smelling object, she moved forward from her place near the three warriors, excitement nipping at her to discover what it is, but Redeye’s wild response stopped her outright. The object was silver and smelled weird and out of place, like a fish in the middle of a forest. With a tilt of her head, she glanced back at Redeye and crouched, creeping closer with her neck craned. “But what’s inside? How can something that smells so good be so bad?” Whatever it was, it made her stomach growl.

Flamepaw|Dawnclan|Apprentice|Ginger She-Cat|Location: Training beach|Mention(s) Directly: Scorchwing|Mention(s) Indirectly:

 Blackstar|Leader of Duskclan|One eyed Black Tom|Location: Camp|Mentions: Vulturepaw, Sootpaw
Blackstar returned his gaze to the apprentices, though he still looked distracted.
"Once we get all the warriors up to speed. I don't want anyone out until dark." He mewed, his ears flickering between the camp and its quiet murmurs, and the medicine-cat den.
'Until then, please stay in camp. I know its seems to be the apprentice way to sneak out when otherwise told." At this, his yellow eye glinted in faint amusement, before growing stern.
"But I would strongly recommend against that. " With that, the dark leader shifted on his paws and began to pad through the camp, speaking quietly with a few of the remaining warriors, before leaping lightly onto the jutting stone where he announced meetings and messages from. He did not call out however, but merely glance over the clan before settling down onto his belly. He would wait until the sun had started to set to make his announcements
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 Dustpelt|Warrior of Duskclan|Leggy Calico Tom|Location: Duskclan Territory|Mentions:Weaselflight, Harepaw, Redeye

Dustpelt enjoyed the run through the woods, and his gaze fell upon Harepaw, and the excitement in his apprentices gait. The way she seemed to copy Redeyes path made a faint purr thrum with his bounding. For all his oddities, the white warrior had a way with inspiring energy in others. As the group slowed, he too noticed the stronger scent, and the flash of something that did not belong in the forest. Slowing, he too approched before Redeye's yowl, his own fur fluffing up in surprise.
"Why would they do that? I doubt a two-leg would care about some forest cats." He mewed, his eyes glancing towards the Dawnclan border.
"I mean, we've never had this problem before." His tail tip twitched as Harepaw sniffed closer at the two-leg object, his own paws taking him closer, though warily. In his short time as a kitty-pet, he had never seen anything quite like it and he couldn't help- but feel intrigued.
"Though, I don't doubt your words." Dustpelt added quickly, not wanting to make the older tom feel as if his words were being ignored.
"Still, its not like there is a shortage of kitty-pets and rogues in the two-leg town, maybe it was put here as a mistake?" His voice was hopeful, and he glanced between the cats with only his swaying tail giving away his doubts.


 Foxpaw|Apprentice of Dawnclan|Small Ginger Tabby She-cat|Location: Clan Borders|Mentions: Hornetpaw, Larkclaw, Umbraclaw ,npc Mousefur

Foxpaw shook her head, her eyes twitching between the two cats who had spoken.
She grumbled, still looking a mix between unsettled and furious. She wanted to blame someone, anyone for this and slowly her hackles started to raise.
" But I only know one cat who is fast enough, and knows the forest well enough to get the edge over Mousefur." She growled, her yellow glare turning pointedly towards the Duskclan border with a lash of her tail. She did not however, speak anymore but instead backed up a few paces, to be further away from the now still messenger.
Glancing back at her mentor, then the other two she gave the lead to the older cats, though by her extended claws and lashing tail, it seemed her silence would only last for so long.




 Pouncival|NPC Rogue/Kitty-pet|70 moon Grey tabby Tom|Location: two-leg nest|Mentions: Fleetfoot

Pouncival's ears twitched towards the inner window, upon which the voice of his friend floated through the air.
"Aha!" With that exclamation, he padded along the rail that lined the windows of the patio, so he was closer to the other kitty-pet, a purr rumbling in his chest despite his twitching tail.
"Old bugger. You're one to talk." But the words were laced with the affection of old friends bantering.
"you're humans picking up strays now?" He mused, glancing down at the feral cat with a twitch of his ears.
"And get out? You should consider yourself lucky, stranger. Turtle has one of the best two-leg nests around." He twitched his tail again as if reprimanding the younger cat for his words, before turning to work at his chest, which had ruffled in the breeze.

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