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

The lack of recurring violence over the past two days did little to quell Hornetpaw’s nerves. His dreams were haunted by Mousefur’s torn body and final words, or else filled with shadowy figures that watched him with malignant red eyes and blood-stained teeth bared. He didn’t feel the nightmares held any significance and hadn’t shared them with Ravenblaze, but the mystery behind Mousefur’s murder kept him on edge. Every waking moment he was almost hyper alert, fixating on every new sight, scent and sound he encountered.

He sorted through the last pile of freshly-picked herbs he had collected the previous night, storing them before exiting the den and shaking out his ruffled pelt, bits of leaf and herb dust still clinging to his thick golden coat. He bore a shallow cut on his muzzle, the result of a training session that had gotten a bit out of paw. Everyone was stressed beyond belief and his sparring partner had grown agitated enough to strike at him with claws unsheathed, an apology quickly offered in the aftermath and accepted. Hornetpaw chose not report the incident, empathising with his Clanmate's fears and frustration.

Ravenblaze’s insistence they both needed combat training had felt unneeded to Hornetpaw, at least in regards to himself. He’d nearly completed his warrior training before switching to the path of a medicine cat, but the past few days proved well enough his skills had grown rusty and the practice was much needed after all. He’d forgotten how slow he was compared to some of the smaller, slimmer cats. So much had to rely on the brute strength his size and weight could provide. He found he didn’t like battle training anymore now than he had as a warrior apprentice.

Padding toward the fresh-kill pile, he caught a glimpse of Cloudburst settled at the nursery entrance. Selecting a plump rabbit, he approached the grieving queen, laying it at her paws. “Have you eaten yet today Cloudburst? Why don’t we share?” He suggested. Hornetpaw knew as well as anyone sorrow had a tendency to curb one’s appetite and he wanted to be certain she was getting enough prey, and also offer her a bit of company. Carrying on without Mousefur must be difficult and he was determined not to let her go through it alone.

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⇺ [ Redeye ] ⇻
36 Moons |:| Male |:| DuskClan |:| Warrior
Location - Camp |:| Mentions - Vulturepaw (Direct) / Blackstar, Fleetwhisper (Indirect)

Redeye slunk into camp with a squirrel clutched between his jaws, three other warriors padding in behind him with a few mice between them. They eyed him nervously, clearly keen to be done with the patrol and him. The albino tom hadn’t been the same since his outburst two days prior. While sporting a calm exterior his sleek pelt always seemed to be bristling and his crimson eyes held an almost wild look when he was left unoccupied, always lingering at the fringes of camp. More so than that though, he had proven unnervingly quiet and subdued.

Blackstar and Fleetwhisper had done their best to address his concerns, but it seemed rather likely the white warrior was leaving something unsaid, a previous trauma that left him biased and paranoid. His standing with the Clan was already shaky given his unusual appearance and strange mannerisms, but the uncharacteristic silence proved more unsettling than anything else the odd cat had ever done or said. Redeye dropped the squirrel on the kill pile, swiftly retreating to a shadowy patch along the camp’s borders.

His gaze followed Vulturepaw as the young black tom exited the apprentice's den, seeking out a playmate. As he pounced upon one of the deposited mice Redeye felt inclined to approach, silently walking up behind him. “You know you shouldn’t play with your food,” he lectured dully.

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

Sootpaw lay in the apprentice's den, his paws tucked beneath him and his eyes half closed in peaceful thought. With his mentor having been in the medicine cat's den and the threats of twolegs, dogs, and traps, he hadn't gotten many opportunities to leave camp for the past couple of days. He'd been able to hunt a bit, but other than that his duties had been rather limited.
Sootpaw's ear twitched at the sound of another apprentice waking from their nest and leaving the den. He turned his head to see Vulturepaw's tail disappear through the entrance and Sootpaw sighed. He'd been doing his best to avoid the dark apprentice after their little disagreement. It wasn't that he was still mad at Vulturepaw. If he were, he'd likely have kept confronting the tom every chance he got. No, Sootpaw was embarrassed at his own outburst, and he couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't happen again. Maybe this was why he wasn't good at making friends?
Sootpaw slowly stood and stretched, taking his time to enjoy the process of waking up. He slipped out of the apprentice's den and sat just outside the entrance and began to groom himself as he thought about what he should do today. Checking on his mentor was surely at the top of his list. Sootpaw wasn't nearly as worried about her as he was a couple of days ago, but it feels like the right thing to do. He could probably find a clanmate to hunt with him, now that partners were mandatory. Maybe he'd even volunteer to clean out old moss from the dens.
He had just finished swiping his paw over his face when the gray tom's gaze rested on the kill pile. Yes, he could do all of those things. But first: breakfast.

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

The siamese she-cat looked up, she had started to clean herself, as Blackster approtched. Owlfeather wrapped her tail around her paws, the deputy nodded her head in respect to her leader. "Well enough, it does not hurt anymore", the she-cat reported. A small chuckle escaped the deputy, as she noticed Blackstars ruffled fur. Hard at work?", the she-cat jokingly asked the leader. It was rare for Owlfeather to see the black tom doing any repair work in the camp, 'I guess everything is a bit different now', the she-cat thought.
The siamese she-cat nodded her head, in response to the leaders question, "More than ready, my paws have been itching to be out hunting and patrolling", Owlfeather said. Her claws dug into the soft earth underpaw, she was getting actus to be out of camp. Letting her eyes wander over the camp, the deputy looked for warriors to take out on patrol. Her blue-gray eyes landed on Redeye, Sootpaw, and Vulturepaw. She would probably see if Redeyes was up to going out again if, then they'd take their apprentices with them.

Flamepaw|Dawnclan|Apprentice|13 Moons Old|Ginger She-Cat|Location: Camp|Mention(s) Directly: Foxpaw, Umbraclaw|Mention(s) Indirectly:

Flamepaws blue eyes lifted from her squirrel, as she noticed a small ginger pelt coming towards her. Not really bothering to say hello, Flamepaw continued to eat her prey. The young ginger she-cat shuffled over a bit, to give her sister some space to sit. Flamepaws ear twitched, at Foxpaws question. The ginger apprentice shrugged in response.
Sitting back, Flamepaw started to clean herself. "Don't really know", Flamepaw answered her sister. Looking over the camp, the she-cat was searching for her mentor. Maybe they could go out on patrol?
With her paw, she nudged the rest of her prey to her sister. "Know you're not hungry, but you need to eat", she said, before Foxpaw ould complain that she was not hungry. The she-cat was just about to ask her sister, if she had anything planned with Umbraclaw, when the deputy called out to Foxpaw. Flamepaw let out a slight huff and here she was just starting to talk with her sister.

Ravenblaze | Dawnclan Medicine Cat | 25 Moons | White Green-Eyed Tom | Camp |Mentions: NPCs(Adderstrike ID, Blossombush), Swiftclaw Open!

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

Satisfied with his groomed fur, Sootpaw trotted towards the kill pile. He was already eying a plump little sparrow with anticipation, but as he neared, his attention was drawn to Vulturepaw and Redeye. Sootpaw couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable the young apprentice looked. No, a little more than uncomfortable. Nervous, perhaps? The gray tom briefly wondered why Vulturepaw would react to his mentor that way. Maybe he had done something embarrassing. Sootpaw's tail twitched in amusement at the thought as he lifted the little bird from the pile. Or, he supposed, perhaps it was the way Redeye had acting lately that made Vulturepaw seem so nervous.
Sootpaw lay beside the pile and began gnawing thoughtfully on his bird, casually listening to the two cats while gazing around the camp. Redeye had always been...well, a bit weird. But something has changed in him. Sootpaw couldn't pinpoint what it was, but there was definitely something different about the ghostly tom. And, frankly, it made Sootpaw even more uneasy around him than usual.
Sootpaw caught sight of Owlfeather speaking with Blackstar just outside the medicine cat's den. She looked well rested, and Sootpaw hoped that this was a sign that he'd get something to do today.

⇺ [ Hornetpaw ] ⇻
18 Moons |:| Male |:| DawnClan |:| Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location - Camp |:| Mentions - Cloudburst

Hornetpaw was pleased to find Cloudburst didn’t argue, accepting both the meal and his company. She took only a few minimal bites and he frowned, concern shining in his eyes. Pondering whether or not he should encourage her to take more, a question he should have expected, yet still wasn’t prepared for forced him to avert his gaze. “I’m sorry Cloudburst, but no…” He considered how much he should tell her before concluding she had a right to know. “The evidence we uncovered thus far has proven inconclusive.”

Fearful his words would worsen Cloudburst’s grief, he searched for anything he could say to comfort her. “This doesn’t mean we won’t ever find answers though. I have little doubt StarClan will guide us in the right direction if we can’t figure things out on our own,” he added hastily, remembering Ravenblaze had received a troubling omen on the same day Mousefur’s murder occurred. “The answer will become clear with time, I know it, and Mousefur’s murderer will be brought to justice.”

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⇺ [ Redeye ] ⇻
36 Moons |:| Male |:| DuskClan |:| Warrior
Location - Camp |:| Mentions - Vulturepaw, Owlfeather, Sootpaw


Redeye’s head tilted, the look on his face clearly stating he didn’t believe the younger cat’s excuse. He didn’t push the issue, his apprentice's fear quelling whatever had motivated him to confront him in the first place. Under ordinary circumstances, he might have teased Vulturepaw. Otherwise, Redeye was rarely a cat who offered lectures considering he was on the receiving end of many himself. “If you insist.”

A pinprick of guilt nagged at him upon realizing Vulturepaw was right. Redeye had neglected his apprentice’s training as of late, and no cat had seen fit to point such out, perhaps believing he needed time and space to himself. “Quite right. Let’s see about joining a patrol then,” he murmured more gently, his tail lightly brushing Vulturepaw’s shoulder as he turned and caught Owlfeather’s eye, leaving Vulturepaw to converse with Sootpaw.

The colorpoint she-cat was finally on her paws again and seemed as if she were searching for warriors to join a patrol. He walked to meet her, regarding the deputy with an unreadable expression. “Good to see you out and about again Owlfeather, are you officially fit for duty?”

Blackstar|Leader of Duskclan|One eyed Black Tom|Location: Camp|Mentions: Open
Blackstar nodded his head slightly in rythm as he listened to his deputy speak, an odd trait the tom had. At her comment on working hard, his ear gave a sheepish twitch, and a sturdy paw raised upwards, to brush some of the dirt from his pelt.
"Keeping the mind occupied, more or less." He mused, studying the camp as she jumped on the idea of a patrol. Before he could do more than notice the pelts that were up and about however, he could already see Redeye and Vulturepaw talking, then heading their direction.
Blackstars single glare studied Redeye unblinkingly, but not unkindly. He worried for the peculiar tom, and almost missed the odd spirit of the white cat.
"Good timing." He mewed, bobbing his head in greeting to both cats.
"Owlfeather needs a chance to stretch her legs,"there was a teasing tone in his voice, " And I figured its a good time for a Sunhigh patrol." He looked around, noticing Sootpaw also lurked in the camp.
"Besides, I think its high time Sootpaw got his evaluation." There was a proud glint in Blackstars eye, he knew that an apprentice earning their name might be the type of clan bonding that would lift the faded spirits of the camp.
"Owlfeather, you know what your apprentice needs to be checked on, and it will be good experience for Vulturepaw to see what to expect."
"Patrol the North border, where the territory ends and meets Dawnclan up to the River rocks." As he talked, Blackstar sudden grew more stern, his tail tip twitching.
"and keep an eye out for Fernfoot, and the two-leg traps. Check for any along your route." He knew that Owlfeather knew what to do, but he couldn't help but worry. The thought of losing more of his clan to the two-legs was a distressing thought, one he never knew he'd feel so strongly. With a final nod of his head, his haunches rose from the earth, signalling his dismissal of the patrol.

Dustpelt|Warrior of Duskclan|Leggy Calico Tom|Location: Duskclan Territory|Mentions: Open

Dustpelt was lounged in the camp, his pale coat true to his name, as he rolled in the dry earth. Though the sky threatened rain, it still hadn't done so and part of him would have welcomed the cool drops, even if they made things a mess overall.
"Booored." He flopped onto his other side, before rolling onto his paws and giving a shake. Now that their patrols and hunts were more controlled, and Blackstar wanted no cat to go out and about alone, Dustpelt found his morning routine rudely altered. He longed to sprint through the woods, and the very thought made his paws kneed the ground.
"Ok, thats it." with a final huff, Dustpelt began to examine the camp, and as he did, his yowl was loud, though friendly.
"Haaaaarepaw!" A few disturbed glared aimed his way, though they went unnoticed by the tom.
"Lets traaaaaiiin!" Dustpelt sounded more like the apprentice as he pranced towards the apprentice den, wondering if the young cat was in there. In the darkness, he couldn't tell what was cat or moss so instead he just gave another hissing mew.
"Training tiiiiiime." Before he backed out, beginning to scan the rest of the area just in case.


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

There ws silence between the siblings for a moment after the question and answer, but at Flamepaw's quiet insistence of food, Foxpaw gave a faint twitch of her whiskers and her gaze finally turned towards her fiery kin.
Her jaws had only just parted to speak however, when Umbraclaw stalked over, hardly giving the she-cat a moment before stating her orders and leaving once more. Foxpaw narrowed her eyes, but her emotion was unreadable.
She rose to her paws, and was about to move on when she froze.
"Why not come and watch, Scorchwing can find you there., not like we're going far." It was odd for Foxpaw to slack on an order given by her mentor, and another entirely to invite another cat to her training, in which she was usually quite secretive. The sharpness of her stare wasn't dulled, but it only met Flamepaws for a moment before she turned back around.
"Only if you want. If Umbraclaw gets mad, she can escort us back herself." With that, Foxpaw left the offer of the squirrel untouched and trotted to follow to the furthest corner of the camp, where there was a small amount of clear space.
She listened to Umbraclaw begin to speak as she neared, her ears turned towards the larger cat. It wasn't anything she hadn't heard before, much of her training had been to use her size and speed to her advantage. Her gaze however, did seem to drift slightly as the words went on, and even though she was given pause, Foxpaw was jerked back into attention when Umbraclaw struck.
She felt her paws leave the earth, and she fell hard onto her chest and shoulder with a snort of surprise. She felt Umbrapaw's other paw strike, and after one hit she gained her bearings and rolled out of the way, springing back onto her paws lightly, coat covered in fresh dust. Her chest rose and fell more rapidly than it should have been, and her eyes were narrowed to frustrated slits but she said nothing as she lunged forward, back claws kicking up sand and dirt as she darted quick as an adder. For a moment, it looked as if she were going to try and ram Umbraclaw chest on, but at the last moment she ducked, and with a hiss slid under the she-cat's belly, twisting her body in a lithe move so that she was paws up under the warrior, hoping that she could get a few good strikes in, her claws just barely contained.
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Flamepaw|Dawnclan|Apprentice|13 Moons Old|Ginger She-Cat|Location: Camp - Territory|Mention(s) Directly: Umbraclaw, Foxpaw, Scorchwing|Mention(s) Indirectly:

Flamepaw gave a small and dry chuckle, at Foxpaws words. It was rare, for her sister to ask Flamepaw to come along for training. The apprentice stayed at her spot for a few heartbeats, as Foxpaw went and followed her mentor. Before making up her mind, the apprentice looked around the camp, searching for her own mentor. Not able to see Scorchwing anywhere, the apprentice got to her paws. Taking another big bit of her pray, Flamepaw got to her paws. Quickly burying her remaining prey, Flamepaw went after Umbraclaw and Foxpaw.
Taking up the rear, the ginger tabby apprentices eye wandered. She listened to Umbraclaws words, as the deputy spoke to Foxpaw. Her sister seemed to have coned out at one point, because when the black she-cat struck, Foxpaw was hit square on. Flamepaw witzed a bit in sympathy, as her sister fell. Flamepaw shook her head, her sister should know better. Sitting herself off to the side, Flamepaw curled her tail around her paws. Her blue eyes followed Foxpaws training. After a bit of watching, Flamepaw became bord. The young she-cats tail twitched, as a thought started to form in her mind. Maybe, just maybe she could sneak off. Flamepaw knew that Gingerstar had ordered no one to go out alone, especially apprentices, but Flamepaw needed to go out and stretch her paw.
Slowly turning, Flamepaw slunk off into the camp wall. Pushing her way slowly through, she was small enough that the brablebushes did not pull on her pelt too badly. Within a couple of heartbeats, the young she-cat had disappeared. She was sure that no one had paid enough attention to notice her. Reaching the outside, Flamepaw shook her pelt out. The flame colored apprentice stretched out her legs, taking in a deep breath Flamepaw headed off alone.

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

Owlfeath dipped her in greeting to Redeye, as the tom came over. As Blackster continued to speak, the she-cats mind faulted. Sootpaws evaluation? The siamese she-cats eyes wandered to where her apprentice was, only ow did she actually notice how much the young tom had grown. Pride warmed her pelt, at the thought that Sootpaw might become a warrior soon. The deputy was pulled out of her own thoughts, when Blackstar addressed her again.
Owlfeather nodded her head, the she-cat did not speak, until her leader had finished giving his instructions. The deputy agreed with the leader, that they needed to keep an eye on the human traps. Her tail twitched, at the mention of Fernfoot. Somewhere deep down, the she-cat still felt responsible for her clan mate being taken. As the leader went to leave, Owlfeather gave a final nod of her head and said a quick, "Understood, Blackstar".
Getting to her paws, the deputy turned towards Redeye, "I want to quickly go through, what I thought to do with Sootpaws assessment", Owlfeather told the warrior. "I'd like for Sootpaw to hunt a squirrel and then either a Duck or a fish. I want for you and Vulturepaw to follow him on the ground, just so your apprentice can see what an assessment is about. I'll follow from the trees", Olwfeather informed the tom, the siames she-cat had always been comfortable climbing up trees and traveling on them. "I'll tell Sootpaw that the three of us will be waiting for him, by the River rocks", the deputy said, finishing she gave Redeye a nod. "I'll get Sootpaw and you can catch Vultureaw up on my plan", the deputy said, turning away from the white tom and heading for her apprentice.
The she-cat gave Sootpw a kind nod, as she came up to him. Sitting down, the she-cat could barely contain her pride, "Sorry that I have not been able to train you, these past days", the she-cat said, apologising, "But I'm sure that you will enjoy this...", the deputy said. Leaving a bit of a dramatic pause, Owlfeather said, "You will be having your warrior assessment today." After giving her apprentice several heartbeats to digest this news, Owlfeather continued, "I want you to hunt a Squirrel and either a Duck or a Fish. Redeye, Vulturpaw, and I will be waiting for you at the River rocks", the mentor said, informing her apprentice.

Ravenblaze | Dawnclan Medicine Cat | 25 Moons | White Green-Eyed Tom | Camp |Mentions: NPCs(Adderstrike ID, Blossombush), Swiftclaw Open!

Mothpaw | Duskclan | Medicine cat apprentice | 7 Moons old | location: territory | Mentions (D) open (ID) Flamepaw |

Mothpaw tail twitched nervously as he neared Dawnclans territory. He felt uneasy being so close to such hostile cats like them, it made his fur bristle. Shaking the thoughts from his mind he carried on with his task of retrieving more herbs. With a sigh, the apprentice trotted on. The depressing weather only seemed to dampen the young toms confidence as he traveled further away from the safety of his camp. Maybe going off on his own wasn't such a great idea after all, what if he was captured by two legs? Or attacked by at Dawnclan cat. The grey and white cat gulped but pushed his fears aside. He gave a quick thanks to Starclan as the herbs he was looking for came into view, "Oh, thank starclan I've finally made it!" But as he approached the smell of Dawnclan grew stronger. It smelt fresh.

|Swiftclaw | Dawnclan| warrior | 26 Moons old | location: camp | mentions: Ravenblaze, open |

The she-cat scoffed at the toms words but said nothing more. She wasn't in the mood for making enemies today. As Ravenblaze started to feast on his prey, she hurried the bones of hers. But instead of getting up and moving away, Swiftclaw began to groom herself. The warrior often found her mostly white pelt annoying because of how much she had to groom it. Her green eyes traveled from the ground up to Ravenblaze's face as he spoke to her. "Yes, I do find it rather annoying." That was all she was willing to offer the medicine cat about the situation. She wa not too keen on others knowing how she felt.

Scorchwing | Warrior of DawnClan | Long-Limbed White & Charcoal Female | Location: Camp | Mentions: Gingerstar [Direct], Flamepaw [Indirect]

Things felt wrong now. The air felt heavy and tension seems to have purged the camp, and with good reason. It left Scorchwing’s pelt prickling with anger and sorrow. For Cloudburst in particular. The poor she-cat cat just lost her mate, and was due for little ones. The thought made her heart ache. She didn’t know the poor mollie all that well, but she’d support the queen nonetheless.

Scorchwing paced the stretch of the camp near her den, her downy tail lashing to and fro like the birds that bounced between the trees. She had decided to give Flamepaw a little room to breathe and relax, perhaps to spend time with Foxpaw, but Scorchwing was known for her restlessness and passion for work. She was a warrior, Doegaze, her mother had raised her to fight an endless battle, if that battle was present or not.

Deciding to hopefully break the anxiousness building like rubble in her body, she set off to find her duties, hoping to perhaps push away her inner conflict with hunting or patrolling. With a deep, centering breath to help focus, she took long strides towards where the leader frequented. Perhaps after she got her patrol orders she could grab Flamepaw.

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

Harepaw was as elusive as her namesake. She had no problem hiding from other cats, which included her mentor and the apprentice that had milled around looking for her. Maybe I can play with Vulturepaw later? She suggested to herself before nodding as she made her decision. But, for now, she would sit undisturbed. She enjoyed the simplicity of watching others during their adventure through the day. She noticed the tightness in the muscles of warriors and the loose legs of the apprentices. One of their own had been taken and, unsurprisingly, Harepaw hadn’t found the energy within her to worry. The stars had their ways, and she wasn’t going to worry about what they had planned. It was a waste of time and energy.

Instead, she focused on maintaining herself and keeping watch dutifully while working on stretching her muscles. She wanted to get faster, but she didn’t know if she could. Her legs were too small and her body too awkward despite her lithe physique. Like most apprentices, she was still growing into her body. But, for now, she could deal with her speed. After all, she did manage to keep up with Redeye. She frowned, her cream-tipped tail twitching as she remembered the albino male who seemed to have lost his spark. It almost made her sad. But alas, her level of apathy only lifted with the sense of duty.

“Haaaaarepaw!”

An alarming call of her name caused the young mollie to nearly leap from her pelt and towards the clouds. Oh, for Star’s sakes! With a pelt now fluffed and ruffled, she sprinted towards the loud voice that had almost given her an early meeting with StarClan themselves. “Dustpelt?” She called as she spotted the dust-sprinkled male tucked just out of view from her original vantage point. “Don’t shout!” She hissed out as she quickly met him. Her ears were bent and her tail was dragging, pelt radiating embarrassment. With a huff she worked on smoothing down her disheveled pelt. “What’s the plan then? Finally decided to include me in your strange adventures?” Her ears twitch and swivel, now alert as the tranquility of morning left her high and dry.