Willowshade|Warrior of Pineclan|Cream and Gray tabby female, with blue eyes|Location: Camp|Mentions: Jaystep, Open

the camp had started to settle in the aftermath of the recent fight, but Willowshade never felt more awake. She strode on unsheathed claws, her head weaving back and forth in exhilaration at what she had been witness to. It wasn't the first time she had seen Turnclaws killed by their Chief, but it never ceased to impress her, the sheer will and power their great leader contained.
"Did you see? That move he used to slit her throat. It really is advanced, of course Ashblaze couldn't match Timberstar." she relayed the observations of the fight to any cat who would give her their ear, her tail tip twitching in delight. It had been a marvel like always, to watch such a great warrior fight. Willowshade could only hope to match them someday.
Her icy gaze twitched towards the ring where the clan had been formed, the remnants of the nights battle slowly getting washed away from the rain. For a moment, she imagined herself there, surrounded by her clan, claws ready to tear down any who resisted. the thought sent a pleasant prickle down her spine, only adding to her energy.
A movement caught the corner of her eye, and she spotted Jaysteps familiar pelt, her back and forth pacing now aimed his direction, a purr rumbling deep in her chest in greeting.
"Jaystep! Please tell me you havn't already organized a hunting patrol without me. The rain might have flushed out some prey, and if not, I feel I could chase down the wind with the energy in my limbs today." She bumped the tom with her shoulder rather teasingly, his being a guard meaning he gained the sweetest bits of her personality, and the admiring gaze reserved only for those stationed above her.
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 Frostheart|Turnclaw kin of Pineclan|scarred, Unkempt white and brown she-cat with pale blue eyes|Location: Camp|Mentions: Frecklepaw

Frostheart had been still for so long, she could have been mistaken for dead had it not been for the faintest rise and fall of her chest, and the slightest hint of blue from her down-turned gaze. The scene from earlier played over and over behind her eyes when they were closed, but when they were open, she could still see the claw marks in the mud, the blood not quite erased from where Ashblaze had taken her last breath. She had made sure not to react, moons of suffering under Pineclans rule had trained her in that, but now on her own in the ferns at the fringe of the camp, she couldn't help but tremble. That could have easily been her, thrown to the mercy of her clanmates and chief. Ashblaze had been a fool, to speak her mind against the cats who ruled them. Nothing had been achieved, nothing had changed. The cats of the clan still milled about, went to sleep without a second thought, not realizing and not caring Ashblazes death was as much on their claws as Timberstars.
Frosthearts eyes had widened, and were flickering back and forth over the muddied ground, her heart beginning to race. Nothing changed. Like Ashblaze, she was going to die there, and wander the night sky forever lost. For a moment, she wondered if her heart would burst from the pressure and fear of it all, and then a soft voice played through her mind.
'Stop fighting. You can never win. Who are we to stand against those with power? Keep your head down, accept your place.' Frostheart felt herself grow still once more. Those words had been spoken, the last words by her brother as he had met Timberstars claws. Accept your place.
The sound of words roused Frostheart, her tired eyes finding the pelt of Frecklepaw, though stopping before she could see the apprentices face. It would do no good for her to catch the younger cats eye, and Frostheart had little to say to anyone, let along a cat who was practically still a kit, and especially not anything to say to the kin of Briarstar.

Sunbird|20 Moons Old|Shaman|Golden tabby Mollie|Mentions Directly: Cinderpaw, Timberstar, OPEN|Mentions Indirectly: All|Location: Camp

The shaman pushed her way through the camp entrance, a scowl was on her face. In her jaw's, she had borage leaves, burnet leaves, burdock root, and broom tightly clamped. Her amber eyes were fixated on her destination, the shaman's den. The she-cat did not to speak with anyone, if any cat dared to cross her path right now, they might be in danger of having their ear torn. Quickly moving across camp, the shaman did not acknowledge her clan mates, as she passed by Willowshade and the other cats.
Reaching her den, Sunbird pushed inside. Once reaching her den, the she-cat let out a sigh. The shaman's amber eyes fell on the only other cat in the den, Cinderpaw. Passing the unconscious apprentice, the gold tabby she-cat headed for the herb store. Inside she placed the herbs in their rightful places, stepping back the she-cat looked the store over. It was relatively well stocked, still the weather was good, so it might be an idea to head out again. Taking an ivy leaf, the she-cat pulled out some goldenrod and cobwebs. Although Timberstar would probably complain like a badger with a thorn in its paw, Sunbird needed to check on the chieftain's wound. Walking back, to the main part of the den, the shaman let out another sigh. Leavin the ivy leaf, Sunbird walked over to Cinderpaw. Pawing at the young she-cat's side, just to make sure that she was not just sleeping, the shaman shook her head. Nothing, like always. Reaching over, she grabbed a wet piece of moss, pressing the wet wad of moss to the apprentice's mouth, she dripped water into the young she-cat's half open mouth.
The she-cat sort of felt bad for the apprentice, she just hoped that the Turnclaw had not corrupt the young cat's mind too much. Placing the moss to the side again, she went to pick up the ivy leaf. Heading for the den entrance, the she-cat paused for a heartbeat and looked over her shoulder back at the apprentice, Sunbird then turned back and continued out. Once she reached the outside, Sunbird looked around for Timberstar. Her amber eyes could not make out the chieftain, so she sat down and started to prepare the poultice. Her eyes keeped gliding over the camp, keeping an eye out for the large tom.

Falconkit|4 Moons Old|Kit|Thick furred calico tom|Mentions Directly: OPEN|Mentions Indirectly: Lavenerkit, Skinktail, Cinderpaw, Ashblaze, Timberstar|Location:

Falconkit was tightly curled up in the nest he shared with Lavenderkit and Skinktail, the kit's back was against Lavenderkit's. Hearing some noise outside, the young tom drew his fluffy tail over his nose. He did not want to get up yet, not this soon. As the camp became more and more busy, even he could not sleep any more. Uncurling, the kit let out a large yawn. His blue eyes went to the nursery entrance, as his eyes adjusted a bit, Falconkit remembered what had happened yesterday. Not moving too much just yet, so he would not wake his sister, the young tom placed his head on his paws.
Skinktail had ushered both of the kits inside quickly, as things started to ecelate. They had seen Ashblaze confront Tiberstar and then, they had been pushed back into the nursery. Unbenounced to their mother though, he had managed to open up a small hole in the side of the den. Through this he had been able to see the last moments, the moments when Timberstar killed the Turnclaw. So that was death, the kit thought. He was brave, ever since he could remember he'd wanted to be a brave cat, but could he really kill? Closing his eyes, the young tom could still see the look on Ashblaze's face. How was Cinderpaw? He thought. His tiny claws dug into the nest, as a new thought sprang into his mind. He was 4 moons old now, he would be a 'Charge' now. Once he realized this, Falconkit could not stay laying in the nest anymore. Standing up, he made sure that he would not disturb Lavenerkit too much, the kit walked to the entrance of the nursery. Peeking his head out, he breathed in the the warm air. Would he be chosen as a 'Charge' of Guard or Chieftain? The calico kit thought, his paws where itching at the thought. The again, he looked back at his sister, Lavenerkit would probably have more luck than him. Who cared, he could go out of camp now- under supervision- but it would be better than being stuck in camp. Pushing his way all the way out of the nursery, the calico kit sat outside. Wrapping his long tail around his paws, Falconkit looked around camp and started to clean himself.

Falconkit|4 Moons Old|Kit|Thick furred calico Tom|Mentions Directly: Lavenerkit|Mentions Indirectly: Sunbird, Willowshade|Location: Camp

His blue eyes moved over the cats in camp, pausing for a moment on Willowshine. How could the warrior be so energetic? The young tom opened his mouth in a big yawn and closed his eyes for a moment. Suddenly he heard something behind him, Falconkit looked back over his shoulder. Seeing Lavender fly towards him, the Falconkit lifted up his right paw, just to make sure she would not land on it. The young tom lifted up his eyebrow and he chuckled, "Nice landing", Falconkit commented.
He was a bit surprised, that she made it to her paws again so quickly. "Well.. you know", Falconkit said, not knowing how to explain it. "I'm 4 moons", the kit simply stated. Would Lavenderkit know what he was thinking about? Lifting up his leg, he pawed at the band around his leg. The badger claw dug a bit into his soft paw pad, what would his real token be? He wondered. "Do you think a Guard or Chieftain will notice me?", Falcon kit asked his sister. Spotting Sunbird come out of her den, Falconkit scowled, "I hope Sunbird did not notice me, I don't want to become a shaman", the young tom stated.

Sunbird|20 Moons Old|Shaman|Golden tabby Mollie|Mentions Directly: OPEN|Mentions Indirectly: Lavenderkit, Falconkit, Brierstar, Timberstar|Location: Camp

The she-cat looked around, as she saw the rest of the clan start to wake up. Even the kits had come out, her golden eyes moved over them, just to make sure that they were alright. Everything seemed fine, the kits were talking, what about? Before she could think further though, the she-cat spotted movement near the chieftains den. Turning, the saman saw that both, Timberstar and Brierstar had woken up. Even from her position, the keen eyed shaman could see the chieftain's wound had reopened and had started to bleed again. Sunbird shook her head, returning the pulp to the ivy leaf, the she-cat turned and headed inside of her den again, to fetch some more herbs, to stem the tom's bleeding and numb the pain he was probably feeling, though knowing him he would never admit it. What did these cats have, about admitting when they were in pain? It would make her job far easier.
Inside, Sunbird grabbed a dandelion leaf, a few dock leaves, and a horsetail bushel. Briskly heading outside again, the shaman chewed up the horsetail and mixed it in with the goldenrod. Sitting up, she looked the poultice over, this should be good enough. Looking to the chieftains again, she wondered if Timberstar would come over or if she would have to walk up there too him. Gathering her herbs and cobwebs on the ivy leaf, Sunbird prepared for both.

Falconkit|4 Moons Old|Kit|Thick furred calico Tom|Mentions Directly: Lavenderkit|Mentions Indirectly: |Location: Camp

"Haha, you're right", Falconkit said, "I won't just be the youngest, but I'll also get the biggest token ever", the young tom boosted. "I'll defeat a bear and take one of its fangs, as a prize", Falconkit said, puffing out his chest. He was going to be great, Falconkit was going to prove to all that he was worthy of becoming a guard or even chief.
A mischievous smile suddenly came to the kit's face, as his blue eyes moved back to looking at his sister. "Let's play", Falconkit said, falling into a crouch and then jumping at Lavenderkit. The young tom made sure not to jump with all of his strength, he was a bit heavier, taller, and more muscular than Lavenderkit. This probably was, because his parents had been quite big and he was a tom, so he would be a bit more muscular than the she-kit. Letting out a roar, as he landed just infront of his sister, the kit bared his teeth. Reaching out his paw, Falconkit- instead of smacking Lavenderkit- placed his large paw on the she-kit's head and ruffled her fur. All the while, he had a smug smile on his face. This whole thing would probably get him smack, by Lavanderkit. Although he knew this, he was having fun playing around.

 Willowshade|Warrior of Pineclan|Cream and Gray tabby female, with blue eyes|Location: Camp|Mentions: Jaystep, Frecklepaw, Frostheart

Willowshade's tail tip twitched several times back and forth, with glinting eyes at Jaysteps words.
"I would chase down the leader of those rogues myself if you or our chiefs but asked." she purred, and while the tone was light, it was not untrue. Her icy glare swiveled around the camp, but before she could choose cats (many of who still seemed asleep) she heard Jaysteps latest words, and her head snapped back towards him, this time unable to contain the rather excited raise of her hackles.
"I could think of no greater honor." She stared admiringly at Jaystep for a moment longer, then gave a small shake of her head.
"As for patrol," her eyes caught Frostheart lurking on the fringe of the camp, and then fell to Frecklepaw, who seemed awake at least.
"Umbraclaw, and Frecklepaw, they can take Frostheart since she does't look like shes doing much, and," she rolled her eyes at the white warrior, then paused, looking towards the apprentice den, knowing her next choice may be slightly controversial.
"Cinderpaw. As much as I hate to think of the Turnclaws poisoning the minds of our apprentices, one can never be too careful and it will be good to see how Ashblazes death effected her performance. Besides, using her paws will strengthen her, physically and mentally." She turned towards Jaystep, hoping this was acceptable.
"Any cat who is able and not scheduled for a later patrol, can hunt in shifts so that we are both filling the prey pile, as well as keeping the camp adequately guarded."
Her plumy tail wrapped around her paws, and even though she was not an apprentice, she couldn't help but feel the faint stirrings of wanting to impress the older, more experienced tom. She did not waver in her words however, and when she finished she held her head high, confident as always.

 Frostheart|Turnclaw kin of Pineclan|scarred, Unkempt white and brown she-cat with pale blue eyes|Location: Camp|Mentions: Frecklepaw, Falconkit, Lavanderkit

Frostheart could practically feel Frecklepaws gaze on her, and her head bowed even lower until the sensation passed. She didn't like being seen, it only led to trouble. Even still, she knew sitting around would lead to harsh words as well, so she began to slowly creep from her resting spot, wincing slightly as she stretched one of her back legs. The cold and wet of the rain had stiffened the injury, and caused her to limp slightly as she moved further into the camp, stopping to sit now where she could be given orders, but far enough away to feel 'safe'.
She realized however, almost to late that she was exceptionally close to the nursery, and as the squeaks of the kits met her ears, she couldn't help but prick them in dull interest, watching the two play. It was such innocence, and for a moment she almost felt joy at watching the pair.
Then, she realized too soon, it would be more claws to avoid, more mouths to feed, more orders. She shuddered, and folded back into herself, this time watching the kits not out of curious interest, but mild fear and suspicion. No cat was innocent in this clan, no one was safe from the order of things.

(Lol sorry if Frostheart is so...dark.)