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

The shaman raised her eyebrows, as the chieftain crossed the camp and came towards her. Wrapping her long tail around her paws, the golden tabby she-cat waited for the large tom. As she did, Sunbird looked passed Timberstar, too his mate. Her golden eyes twitched with something like mixed amusement and annoyance, she sometimes pitied her best friend, for her mates stubbornness. Maybe, after taking care of Timberstar, she could share-tongues with Brierstar? As the chief sat down next to her and bent down, Sunbird got to her paws. She appreciated the large tom's sentiment, but this did not help much.
Drawing up to her full height, the she-cat inspected the chiefs injuries. Most of the smaller scratches seemed to have closed already, that was good. Still, that wound on his shoulder was worrisome. "Here", the golden tabby she-cat said, giving Timberstar the Dandelion leaf. "It will reduce the pain a bit", she informed him. Reaching over, the shaman wrapped some of the cobwebs around her paw. Pressing her paw to the wound, she held it there, so it could soak up the blood, she just needed to still it for a few moments. With her other paw, Sunbird grabbed the mixture of horsetail and goldenrod. Lifting the now blood soaked cobwebs, Sunbird got a good look at the wound. Wanting to let it dry out a bit, before puttying the poultice on, the shaman turned to the other deeper cuts Timberstar had. One by one, Sunbird covered the gashes in the dark greenish gold pulp.
Sitting back a bit, she looked over her work. She had to suppress a slight chuckle, at the sight of the dark green pulped smeared in the large dark brown tom fur. In some areas it made Timberstar's fur stick together in clumps. Clearing her throat, Sunbird turned back to the chieftain's large injury. Applying more of the horsetail and goldenrod mixture to this wound, Sunbird made sure the pulp got into well. Shortly after, she applied the cobwebs. "This should be better", Sunbird told the large tom. "Make sure to keep this on, as long as possible", the shaman directed Timberstar. "Also..", Sunbird started, moving the borage leaves closer, "Make sure to put these into your nest, they'll help your wounds close up faster", the shaman finished. She looked up, to see if the leader had any questions.

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

Falconkit turned into his sister's "blows" a bit, something that Creekwhisker had taught them recently. It definitely helped. "No way, I'm going to let a bear defeat me!", the kit said, rising up onto his hind legs, so he could meet Lavenkit. Falconkit succeeded, but it backfired. He did not count on Lavenderkit's waite, this made the young tom fall back, onto his back. Most of his thick fur caught the blow, but Falconkit's breath was knocked out a bit. The young tom growled and rolled over, pinning Lavenedkit briefly to the ground.
Before the she-kit could start another attack though, Falconkit sprang back. Turning on his heels, he ran off to towards the elders den. It was dark in there, so it would be easier to attack Lavenderkit. Trying to lead his sister into the trap, he called over his shoulder, "Come on, let's see if Creekwhisker will teach us how to fight!", Falconkit called. He had a smile on his calico face and his blue eyes were bright. Reaching the elders den, the young calico poked his head inside. "Creekwhisker, coming in!!", Falconkit said into the dark.

 Willowshade|Warrior of Pineclan|Cream and Gray tabby female, with blue eyes|Location: Camp|Mentions: Jaystep
Willowshade nodded as Jaystep fixed her layout of the days events. Her gaze flickered only briefly towards the medicine cat den, and Cinderpaw. Her brow furrowed slightly, nose wrinkled in a mix of emotion. She understood the apprentice was young, but Ashblaze had chosen her path, and they both knew the law of the clan. Her distaste at the emotional cat however, was quickly dissipated at Jaysteps next words, quiet, for her. At his lowered tones, her tail tip twitched and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"Then, lets go." With a few prancing steps, she shifted in place, then made for the camp opening, slipping into the foliage beyond and breathing in the forest air with a sigh.
"The warming of the days will probably bring out some of the squirrels, and other ground creatures. But, I did notice there were rabbits in one of the meadows last time I passed through." she spoke half to herself, half to Jaystep who she figured had followed since the orders had been already stated.

⇺ [ Duskfang ] ⇻
Tom • 24 Moons • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions - Umbraclaw (Directly) / Ashblaze, Cinderpaw, Frostheart, Frecklepaw, Timberstar (Indirectly)

On an ordinary night, Duskfang could drift into unconsciousness without much fuss, untroubled by the day’s events. Every time he closed his eyes the evening prior; however, he was greeted by the sight of Ashblaze’s slit throat, Cinderpaw’s terrible wailing still ringing in his ears. ’She was a filthy traitor. There’s no reason to feel sorry for that wretch,’ Duskfang reminded himself, but even such reassurances couldn’t lull him into sleep, leaving him tossing and turning all night, drawing complaints from the mouths of his exhausted neighbors.

It was Cinderpaw; truly, he sympathized with. Not Ashblaze. Never Ashblaze. She brought this bloody fate upon herself confronting Timberstar so boldly. Did she really think she could win? The killing blow had been impressive, innovative, but Duskfang’s heart had skipped a beat as the massive tom lurched toward Cinderpaw with claws outstretched, reaching for her vulnerable throat. He had moved, almost automatically, only stopped by Dawnpelt gripping his scruff and yanking him backward.

“What were you thinking!” She hissed under her breath after the event drew to a close, her tone scolding with an underlying tremor of fear. “You best pray no one saw you!” If any cat had. They said nothing. Perhaps his little mishap indeed had gone unnoticed with everything else going on. If Dawnpelt hadn’t intervened Duskfang admitted to himself, he wasn’t sure what he would have done. Never would he want to stand against Timberstar, but...Cinderpaw was innocent in all of this and didn’t deserve to die. The action had been thoughtless, instantaneous. He hadn’t taken the time to consider it was a ploy to distract Ashblaze. Surely...surely Timberstar wouldn’t have actually killed Cinderpaw?

Giving up on getting any rest, Duskfang rose to his paws, shaking out his ruffled pelt before moving to exit the warrior's den, wincing as the branches surrounding the entrance dragged through his pelt. His size might be an advantage on the battlefield, but it was an irritating hindrance in concerns to almost anything else. Pale blue-gray eyes scanned the camp before settling on Umbraclaw’s dark form, noting she appeared to be gathering a patrol. Making his way toward her, he dipped his head to the guard respectfully, regarding Frostheart with a far more curt expression before returning his attention to Umbraclaw.

“May I join you?” He asked, voice somewhat muted as memories of the night before continued to race through his mind, the remnants of the battle still marring the camp a dark reminder it hadn’t all just been an awful dream.

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

At Jaysteps calls to the morning patrols rang through the clearing, Frostheart shifted her path, creeping towards where Frecklepaw, now joined by Umbraclaw sat. She paused a few mouse-lengths away, her intentions and pressence clear but keeping a safe distance from their conversation, and their claws. Umbraclaw was as fierce as any guard, and Frostheart knew that the events of the previous night would have everyones fur on end, and her loyalties questioned perhaps even more aggressively than ever. So, she sat in stillness, slightly hunched into herself, until a new voice made her gaze flicker upwards.
Her watery gaze only briefly met Duskfangs, before she looked away swiftly from his curt stare, skuttling sideways slightly on her paws to give more space, keeping as submissive as possible. She remembered training with Duskfang, briefly, many moons ago and he had always been a strong tom, and while they may had been apprentices together once, those days were like a foggy memory of a different cats life. So, she continued to stare at the paws around her, waiting for the order to head out.

⇺ [ Adderbite ] ⇻
Tom • 40 Moons • Guard
Location: Camp • Mentions: Timberstar, Sunbird (Directly) / Falconkit, Lavanderkit (Indirectly)

Adderbite watched the kits play out of the corner of one eye, feigning disinterest as his tongue idly swiped across a paw that was subsequently drawn over one of his ears. Both youngsters were especially promising compared to the last few litters born into the Clan, even his own ill-fated offspring the Newleaf prior not lasting long enough to leave a mark. Adderbite paused in his grooming, remembering Finchkit and Sparrowkit leaving him in a dismal mood.

’They were weak. There’s little room for that here. Better to die young than live long enough to become a disappointment,’ a cold voice reminded him, the whisperings of his own thoughts. By the time he cast his gaze back to the kits they’d disappeared, the last sign of them being Lavanderkit’s plumy tail vanishing into the elder’s den. Concluding it was high time he put himself to work now that his entertainment was otherwise occupied, Adderbite rose from where he lay sprawled in a swath of sunlight, stretching his long limbs in turn before scanning the camp.

A flicker of amusement lit his eyes as he spotted Timberstar with Sunbird, observing from afar as the shaman set to work. Their leader was clearly less than thrilled with his predicament but was resigned to his fate. Once the necessary herbs were applied he made his way over to the pair, catching the tail end of Timberstar’s question. “I am free to assist if such is needed,” he offered, assuming Timberstar would rather not accompany Sunbird himself, nor should he with the wounds he currently sported.

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

Sunbird's ear twitched, as the chieftain asked his question. Well, she did need a few more herbs and now cobwebs as well. The shaman leaned down and pushed the few stray leaves next to her into a small pile. "Well...", Sunbird started, but was cut off, when Adderbite came over to them. She had been about to say that she might go out later, with a patrol or something along those lines. Now though, Sunbird cocked her head to the side a bit, as she considered the guards offers. "I suppose, I could go now", the gold tabby she-cat said, nodding her head to Adderbite.
"Give me a few moments, just to see what I need the most and then we can head out whenever you can", Sunbird told the guard. Turning around, she was just about to head back into her den. Stopping in her tracks though, the she-cat turned back around to look at Timberstar. Within a few brisk paw-steps, she was back and standing in front of the much larger tom. "I know it's too much to ask you, to stay in your den, but at least stay in camp and no strenuous activity. If I see even one wound reopened, I will confine you to the shaman's den", Sunbird declared, giving the chieftain a hard look. She was not here to just keep patching up old wounds, Sunbird had better things to do. Turning on her heels, the she-cat walked back into her den, grumbling to herself all the way.
Once she reached the inside of the den, Sunbird quickly walked over to her herb store. Giving the store a quick look over, the shaman took notice of the things she needed to stock up on. She needed more borage, broom, honey- if she could find some - dried oak leaf, and ragwort. Giving it another look over, she nodded to herself. Most of the things should be easy to find, the honey was the only thing that could be a problem. Turning back, the golden tabby she-cat was soon outside again and heading for Adderbite. "Alright, I know what we need to get", Sunbird said, sitting down in front of the tom, "Ready when you are", she added.

{Sorry, I'll post Falconkit's tomorrow}

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

"Ya, it's me", Falconkit called, in response to the elders question. His ear twitched, as he heard Lavenderkit coming closer. He needed to hurry, if he was going to ambush her. The young calico tom, quickly raced over to Creekwhisker. "Stay still", he whispered, glancing around the elder. "I'm going to ambush Lavenderkit", the kit added, hissing a bit in anticipation of the attack. Falconkit stiffened, as his sister came into the elders den.
He needed to be careful now, it would not take long for his sister's eyes to adjust to the dark. Using the darkness and the shadow Creekwhisker casted, Falconkit creeped to the side of the den. Keeping his one side pressed to the side of the den, Flaconkit made sure to keep his paw steps as quiet as possible. He needed to be stealthy, using everything he had learned from Creekwhisker and watching the apprentices practice, the young tom made his way towards his sister. He needed to be quick. tacking in a deep breath and slowly letting it out again, Falconkit fell into a crouch. Once all of the air was out of his body, he tensed his muscles. What had he heard the apprentices talking about? Keep your paws firmly planted, until you leap, right?
Pushing off, Falconekit jumped into the air, letting out a roar- not very impressive- as he did so. Landing against Lavenderkit, his whait pushed them both over. The two kits rolled head over heels out of the den and into camp. Falconkit landed with a huff, his head was spinning. "Got.... you", he said, his voice mirroring his dizziness. Opening his eyes, the world was still spinning, closing his eyes quickly again and shaking his head, Falconkit reopened them again. He was laying across Lavanderkit, so he'd done it, right? Falconkit chuckled, "I got you, well sort of", the young tom said. Lifting up, he laughed out loud, "You need to get better sis, how many more times am I going to knock you over today?", Falconkit smugly asked. The kit was being way too cocky and had opened himself up to a retaliatory attack, by Lavenderkit. Falconkit was way to happy and proud of himself to realize this though and instead, puffed out his chest in pride.

⇺ [ Adderbite ] ⇻
Tom • 40 Moons • Guard
Location: Camp • Mentions: Timberstar, Sunbird, Smokemask

Adderbite’s tail twitched with amusement as Sunbird delivered a lecture before returning to her den to check on her herb supply. She was undoubtedly the only cat beside perhaps Briarstar who could get away with speaking to the chieftain in such a tone. “Best to do as she asks, I imagine,” he advised lightly, “Unless you want an earful once we’re back.”

Once Sunbird reappeared he bid Timberstar farewell before motioning with a paw for her to lead the way. As they padded toward the entrance he noted Smokemask had been left without a task. "Smokemask, come along. Sunbird needs to gather herbs. You can assist." One could never be too careful these days. Their shaman was too valuable to lose, the more protection she had the better.

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⇺ [ Duskfang ] ⇻
Tom • 24 Moons • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: Umbraclaw, Frecklepaw, Frostheart

Pleased to find his presence welcomed, Duskfang rested back on his haunches, bushy tail curling around his paw while he waited for the command to leave. The tip of his tail began to flick the longer they lingered, a hint of impatience he wouldn’t dare voice. His eyes slid to Frostheart once more, but the molly wouldn’t meet his gaze, staring pointedly at her paws as she similarly awaited further instructions.

Memories of the days before she was labeled a Turnclaw’s Kin ran through his mind and he found himself shifting uncomfortably. She’d been bright, and promising, and there was a time he might have considered her a friend. It was truly a shame this fate had befallen her, but like every other cat he had gone on to treat her with scorn, his young mind impressionable, wanting to be viewed as a proper PineClan cat, and no true-blooded PineClanner would ever be caught associating with Turnclaw’s Kin.

As Umbraclaw rose to her paws Duskfang did the same, following the guard through the camp entrance, chasing thoughts of Frostheart’s past from his mind in favor of focusing on the task at paw.

((Sorry these are so short I have hella writer's block.))