Swanstar | GreenwoodClan | Leader
Location: GreenwoodClan Lake | Mentions: N/a

The white-pelted cat sat atop a smooth stone that overlooked the lake, her peach-stained tail traipsing off of the side to just gently break the surface of the still water. The morning was new and quiet, not a single cloud dared to muddle the blue sky. Her fur was raised slightly from the bitterly cold chill in the air though without the wind to break her defenses, it was bearable. Her mind wandered to the sea and the clan that lived there, how was there morning going so far? Anger rose into her throat as her mind betrayed her. Thoughts of her own clan, her mother's scarred face in particular, rushed into her mind. Her paw raised and lashed out at her still reflection on the surface of the water, causing it to break apart momentarily before settling back. She could see her mother's features in her own, mocking her. It drove her mad at times.

Her ears swiveled back to meet the jarring alarm calls of a wood warbler sitting in the safety of the trees behind her. She let our a soft hiss of annoyance at the bird's chirping and stood up from her brooding position, casting it a narrowed glance over her shoulder before stepping off of her perch. "Fear not, little feathered-one. If I were going to eat you I would have already pounced by now." Her voice was just as icy as the temperature as she spoke, her muzzle's scrunched appearance blatantly showing off her irritation. No bother, she needed to be getting back to camp anyway. Soon the members of her clan would be rousing and sharing tongues, she would hate to miss welcoming the morning with them.

Kestreleye | CoveClan | Warrior
Location: CoveClan Camp | Mentions: N/a

Kestreleye's tar-coloured coat sparkled in the early rays of sunshine slinking in through the rusted crevices in the roof of the warrior's den. He gave a mighty stretch of his front limbs before quietly heading towards the stairs leading to the upper decking of the massive water monster they called home. He stepped over the sleeping bodies of his fellow warriors slowly and carefully, determined not to wake them. His paws met with the creaking iron of the stairs as he pulled his weight up them and towards the light streaming down from above. The rhythmic sloshing of waves met his ears before he even stepped out to greet the day, his sensitive nose catching the scent of sea salt and fish.

He was met by a frigid gust of air as he finally emerged from below deck, causing him to momentarily lose his footing. The wind cast by the sea was always strong and untamed. It something he greatly admired and envied about it. "Ah, good morning." He spoke to no cat in particular, casting his gaze towards the barren sky as if he were speaking to StarClan itself. It was a very good morning indeed. A perfect day for him to work on improving his skills, though every day was a perfect day for that. He pulled himself from the stairs and followed his paws to the edge of the ship, hanging his head over to survey the surrounding sand. Cat-free, it seemed as though he had gotten up a little early this morning.

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Minnowstar | CoveClan Leader | Location: CoveClan Camp | Mentions: Willowstream, open

Gold light from the rising sun streamed into the holey den in which the leader slept, her private quarters...once in a while...not today. The fluffy blue smoke stretched once she was disturbed from her slumber, rolling onto her back to reach out with dainty paws in the direction of a sleeping form, her elderly mother. CoveClan's former leader had spent the entire night gabbing her daughter's ear off, so much that she eventually tired herself out and passed out in the current leader's sleeping quarters. Minnowstar slowly rose to her paws, silent with her movements so as to not wake Willowstream. Her eyes softened as they rested on the peaceful yet messy form of the elder who happily sprawled herself out across her daughter's den, before the newer leader turned to exit.

The smoky form slipped out of her sleeping quarters, which sat at the highest point of the rusty ship in an upper cabin, overlooking the sea. It was a beautiful sight to wake to, however, she did have her fears from time to time. With their location so near to the unpredictable ocean, there was no knowing when they might erupt from their sleep to find themselves surrounded in dangerous, pounding waves. It was a scary thought- she could only pray to StarClan that such a day would never arrive.

Minnowstar stretched once more, each hind leg once before raising her tail like a small, feathery flag. Dawn had only recently arrived- but she'd see to it that her deputy hopped to those patrols. It was dire that the borders with GreenwoodClan be checked regularly, seeing that they were on the brink of war. The leader intended on battle-training with a pawful of her warriors later on when the sun rose high above the clouds, to ensure that their claws were sharp and their senses sharper.

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Blue(smoke)| Loner | Location: CoveClan Border | Mentions: Open

He wouldn't be waking up anytime soon, or at least, he hadn't planned on it.

The compact bengal tom rested safely under the security of brambles and thorns to protect himself from prying eyes, be it predator or feline. He had a long night, staying up late to hunt under the moon with a few of his buddies. He probably would have slept in until sun-high, however, a sudden thud forced the diluted tom to practically jump out of his fur. He tore his way through the prickly undergrowth out of his fright, ignoring the stinging sensation that ripped through his flesh. Finally, once out of his hiding place, he skittered around to discover that a small tree had randomly fallen nearby.

Well...that was unexpected. Scowling bitterly to himself, Blue decided to roll with the situation and find himself some breakfast.

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Mossypool| GreenwoodClan Medicine Cat| Location: GC Med Den | Mentions: Open

The cheeky she-cat typically slept in until an emergency needed her attention, or until her instincts finally decided that it was time to rise and shine. However, today was an odd exception for the young medicine cat, who was already up and poking her nose into her stores. She ended up falling asleep rather early the night before, causing a sudden shift in her sleep schedule. Really, she practically cried herself because she got lost in her mind, and was reminded of how much she missed her mentor. It was a shame that he passed, but surely the clingy furball would get over it at some point.

The medicine cat found herself disappointed when her nosing was complete. Already? This empty so soon? Leaf-bare was just on the horizon, this couldn't possibly be worse! With her fur practically standing on end, Mossypool found herself anxiously pacing her den. Would everyone be disappointed in her, deem her unfit because she ran out of herbs so fast? Was this a regular occurrence? Her mentor never mentioned this before!

It'll be ok, it'll be ok... She was starting to wind herself up, causing her to make a mental reminder that this wasn't the proper way to start a good morning. We'll just get more. Leaf-fall can still be fruitful! Taking in a deep breath, Mossypool finally ceased her pacing so that she might seat herself and regain her stability. She couldn't burst out of her den looking like a terrified kitten simply because she was lacking a few crunchy leaves- they'd lose confidence in her abilities.

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|Eightball|Tom|Apprentice (M: Moonflight)|Coveclan|Camp|Open
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Yawning wide, Eightball makes his way out of the Apprentice den, located on the second floor of the ship. Hopping down the planks, he mews a greeting to the kits outside the nursery, then hops in the sand. Giggling a little as the warm sand squishes between his toes, Eightball makes his way towards a small rock pile. Being one of the older apprentices, he got to be the first to choose a spot to claim his own, and he chose these rocks. Nobody else wanted it, so he never had to fight over it. Giving a soft purr, he stretches across the warm rocks and begins to doze.

|Goldenbrook|She-cat|Rogue|Twolegplace- Alley|NPCs, Open
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As her purr turns to a growl then back to a purr, Goldenbrook paces outside a Twoleg nest. She'd sent a couple of the older members in to steal some of the kittypets kits, and they were taking longer then she'd anticipated. After a few more minutes of pacing, she quietly hops up to the window to peer in. Seeing what was happening inside made her snarl. Tidbit and Chunky were playing with a Twoleg kit. Huffing out a breath, she mutters, "Those little... "
Leaping down from the window, Goldenbrook goes over to the nest door and begins meowing loudly. A few seconds later, the door opens and she darts inside ignoring a shocked sound from the twoleg. Padding over to Tidbit and Chunky, she began sniffing them and muttered, "You were supposed to follow the plan! What do you think you were doing?"
They looked ashamed for a beat, then Tidbit lifted his head quickly and mewed, "We were distracting the twoleg kit. We needed to gain it's trust before we made a move." Goldenbrook looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Good job, kits. You're not as mouse-brained as you look." They didn't know Goldenbrook from before, so they beamed at her "compliment". "Now... the twolegs have disappeared, so let's continue. The female here doesn't know my scent, but I can't chance the... rumors that race around. So Chunky- you distract the queen while Tidbit snags as many kits as he can." With a flick of her ears, the two kits take off towards the queen's scent. Hearing muffles mews from a further direction, she returns to the door. Assuming the door had been closed, she began stretching her muscles to do the leap-and-grab. Upon inspection, however, she found that it'd been left open. Purring in delight, she sits beside it.
Several minutes later, Tidbit darts around the corner on quiet paws, three kits in his mouth. Pushing him outside, she mews, "Good job! Now- to the nest. We'll be there in a bit." Tidbit replies with a muffled "okay" then darted down the path, making sure to step in puddles to wipe his scent. A moment later, Chunky swerves around the corner and runs out the door. Taking off after him, Goldenbrook snags him in her maw, and catches up to Tidbit. The horrified wail of the queen, now three kits short, could be heard all down through the Twolegplace.

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Fallenleaf • GreenwoodClan deputy • Location: GreenwoodClan camp • Mentions; Dapplefeather •

The ginger tom rose from his slumber as the early morning birds began to chirp, the sun still buried from beyond the edges of the sky, but beginning to turn the black hues a soft blue. He blinked his large green eyes slowly, his fluffy tail resting in front of his nose. Fallenleaf raised his head with a yawn, ears flattening briefly and the smell of his own morning breath making his nose crinkle.
I need to chew some mint, he thought to himself, making mental note to check for some later. For now, he needed to lead the dawn patrol. Doing his best to be as quiet as he physically could be, the massive tom gently awoke a few warriors to join him, including his slacker of a brother.

"Dapplefeather, join me for the dawn patrol," he urged softly, giving his sibling a light lick on the head. As much as they didn't get along, they still shared a close, important bond. As his brother slowly and reluctantly awoke, Fallenleaf smiled. He led the warriors out of the camp and their patrol was brisk and quiet, just the usual re-marking of borders and occasional catch of still-sleepy wildlife.
The patrol returned as the sun broke the horizon line, gentle amber rays filling the camp with warmth as the morning coldness began to be abated. Fallenleaf deposited a slim squirrel on the prey pile, proud that he had been able to make a catch. Dapplefeather, as usual, made no extra effort to catch anything and immediately headed for the nearest patch of sun to snooze. Fallenleaf snorted softly and settled down in a soft clump of moss to begin the hell that was maintaining his long, thick fur, grumbling to himself about what a pain it was.
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Dapplefeather • GreenwoodClan warrior • Location: GreenwoodClan camp • Mentions; Fallenleaf •

Aroused by his brothers annoying insistence that he join the dawn patrol, Dapplefeather had woken up far earlier than he ever wanted to. Who even does dawn patrols? Nobody else seemed to do dawn patrols before Fallenleaf became deputy and Dapplefeather was sick of sniffing the territory before the prey even wanted to get up. Yet, Fallenleaf had somehow caught a squirrel anyway. Lazy thing barely even ran. The silver colored tom stumbled back into camp, still barely conscious and immediately went for the first patch of sun he could find, the leaf bare chill aching in his bones.
Why do I even have this much fur if I'm still going to be so cold, he complained to himself, sighing as he curled into a tight ball and tried to warm up in the heat. The soft rays gently caressing his back lulled him into a stupor almost immediately, his eyes closing slowly and his breath easing with a relaxed sigh.
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Moonflight • CoveClan warrior • Location: CoveClan camp • Mentions; Kestreleye, Eightball, Minnowstar •

The soft rocking of the iron ship awoke Moonflight, it's old creaking frame rousing her as it usually did whenever anyone else got up. She saw Kestreleye's shadow disappearing up the stairs and sighed, dropping her head back down on her paws. The female snuggled into her soft nest of dried kelp and sea gull feathers, her black nose twitching as she sniffed. Yeah, definitely needed a bedding change a while ago.
Moonflight rose to her paws, blinking her round eyes slowly as she peered up the stairs, waiting a moment before beginning to rise. She didn't want to seem like she was following her clanmate purposefully, overthinking her actions already. The black and white she-cat slowly pawed up the stairs, balancing her weight and creeping so carefully that nearly no noise echoed from the ship as she went up to its old deck. She emerged silently, glancing toward her leader's den to only jump with surprise when she saw Minnowstar's smoky form.

"G-good morning," she murmured softly, probably too softly, her bristling fur slowly settling back onto her muscled frame. She spotted her apprentice basking on his usual rocks and quickly bounded over, her tail immediately lifting into the air and fur flattening.

"Sleep well?" She teased the young male, giving his ear a gentle lick as a greeting,
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Honeypaw • CoveClan apprentice • Location: CoveClan camp • Mentions; Eightball, Kestreleye, Minnowstar, Moonflight •

Sounds of voices hit her ears and little Honeypaw was instantly awake, excited to start the new day. She darted up the stairs, probably far too loudly, and grinned when she saw everyone up.

"Good morning Minnowstar! Good morning Kestreleye! Good morning Eightball! Good morning Moonflight!" She meowed eagerly, her voice quavering as she spoke far too quickly to actually take in any extra air, faltering as she finally heaved a breath. The calico apprentice bounced off the ship with no delicacy, rocking it slightly as she plunged into the warm sand, smacking a small pebble distractedly. She bounced to her mentor, eyes shining with joy, pawing at him gently.

"Did you sleep ok? Did you dream?" She asked, slightly annoyingly, her energy for the morning peaking as her instincts were wired to start training, or hunting, or anything really.

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{Thistleflower | GreenwoodClan queen | Location: GreenwoodClan nursery/camp | Mentions; n/a}

Thistleflower laid curled up in her nest, snuggled up to her tail. Soft growls could be heard from her form as the sun called for her to wake up. She uncurls her tail with a grumble and blinks her eyes open, her green eyes flicker across the nursery, as if she expects someone to just appear out of thin air. She lets out a sigh and slowly pulls herself up. The molly slowly lets the front of her body move into a stretching position, her claws flexing out as she does so. A lazy yawn escapes from her maw as she steps out of her nest.

She walks out of the nursery, taking a moment to glare at the sun for waking her, but like always the sun won the glaring contest. Letting out a annoyed huff the brown-furred molly walks towards the main part of camp. The closer she gets the more excited she gets, her tail sticking up as she changes her stroll to a slow trot, eager to greet her fellow clan members. She resists the urge to run into the middle of camp and shout everyone awake. Instead sitting down near the passagewa, her eyes sparkling as she grooms her tail, her ears perked to pick up every little sound.

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Minnowstar | CoveClan Leader | Location: CoveClan Camp | Mentions: Honeypaw, Moonflight, open

The voice that tickled her ears had practically been carried off by the faint breeze it had been so soft and light. The dilute smoke paused, swiveling her ears in the direction she thought to have heard the voice with her pale eyes following, discovering that Moonflight had whispered something before scurrying off. She assumed that it was meant to be a greeting, so the leader offered a firm nod in return to communicate that she acknowledged the warrior's presence. Calm and collected, Minnowstar angled her head back in the direction of the ocean to take in its greatness, until an explosive apprentice caught her off-guard.

"Good morning Minnowstar! Good morning Kestreleye! Good morning Eightball! Good morning Moonflight!" The enthusiasm stemmed from Honeypaw, a bubbly youngster that Minnowstar had named as an apprentice not long ago, perhaps just shy of two moons. She had chosen Kestreleye as her mentor, believing that his easy-going demeanor might help the apprentice find her place in the world and eventually calm down, at least a little. StarClan, Minnowstar wished she was that energetic at dawn. Where had the moons gone?

She was yet to see her deputy out and about, and was tempted to take the liberty of assigning cats to the dawn patrol if her second-in-command didn't show up soon. She might even have sharp words for him/her, but for now, she reminded herself that it was early and not everyone was perfectly in-tune to their biological clock. With a twitch of her feathered tail, the leader descended from the ship to seek out the comforts of the wet sand and sea. She wouldn't stray far- her eyes were ever-watchful on her clan, especially with GreenwoodClan so adamant about starting a war.

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Mossypool| GreenwoodClan Medicine Cat| Location: GreenwoodClan Camp | Mentions: Swanstar (mentioned), open

At last, the mousy medicine cat found her inner peace and attempted to get a hold of herself. It's ok. Swanstar may be scary, but she probably won't bite her medicine cat's head off if the herbs are low...I can't help it. Mossypool wouldn't hesitate to admit it, her leader out-right terrified her. However, she also knew some dirt on her battle-hungry leader, seeing that her mentor had personally served Skystar during his reign. He had mentioned something of Skystar's second flame, the product of which was CoveClan's newest leader, something he had warned the aging tom against. It might bring StarClan's wrath, Mossypool's mentored had warned...and it appeared to come in the form of Swanstar, the other daughter of Skystar.

Personally, the she-cat didn't agree with her leader's methods and idea of war, she simply saw no point. It was more of a petty squabble, one that the medicine cat believed that Swanstar should handle herself. So what if Minnowstar's birth had been against the code? Cats didn't have a choice in who was their parents. If they did, well...Mossypool would have changed her own.

Nervously, with her head bowed and paw steps swift yet short, the dappled dilute found her way out of her den, anxious to dig up more herbs. If Swanstar really did want to send them to war, it was important that the herbs be restocked. If they weren't, cats might lose their lives. Surely her leader wouldn't care too much for now- but the paranoid Mossypool couldn't be to sure. She didn't want to get on the pale feline's bad side.

Mossypool was so wrapped up in her own thoughts, in fact, that she forgot about where her paws were leading her. Her movements on such short legs were so fast that she eventually tripped herself up and sent herself face-planting into the rocky earth found within GreenwoodClan's camp. She jumped back to her paws immediately, dusty pelt hot with embarrassment, hoping that nobody had seen her little trip. She already stuck out of GreenwoodClan's hoard of cats like a sore thumb.

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|Eightball|Tom|Apprentice (M: Moonflight)|Coveclan|Camp|Moonflight, Honeypaw, Open
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"Mmhmm," Eightball purred out in response to his mentor's question, then swished his tail in greeting to Honeypaw. Getting up, he stretched then resettled in a sitting position, facing Moonflight. "So, got anything planned for today? If not, I'd like to try fishing again- I didn't do too well the other day," he mewed, then shivered remembering what had happened. Eightball had gotten distracted watching the smaller fish and didn't notice the turtle creeping up behind him. It'd bitten his tail- almost swallowing it, actually. At least they got turtle that day- they're said to have seven flavors. Shaking off the memory, he wrapped his tail closer to his body.

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Swanstar | GreenwoodClan | Leader
Location: GreenwoodClan Camp | Mentions: Mossypool

Swanstar arrived back just as the sun had made it far enough into the sky to illuminate their sunken camp. She took her time descending the narrow pathway, her paw steps calculated and silent as she crept. Starclan knows the last thing she needed at the moment was to slip and fall, or create another cave-in. The pink pads of her feet made contact with the jagged rock flooring just in time for a thud to catch her attention, her head swiveling in the direction of the noise and her deep blue pools landing on the dotted coat of her medicine cat.

The sight of the short-statured she cat falling flat on her snout most likely would have made any other clan member burst into laughter, though Swanstar gazed at the other cat with disapproving eyes as she lurked towards her, "Are you injured? It would be a pity if my own medicine cat wounded herself by not paying attention to her paws." Swanstar paused just a tail's length away from Mossypool and stood tall on her feet, studying the other cat with cold eyes. Her gaze lingered away for a moment, towards the dens. "The plants in your den were fairly low last time I visited, are you in need of help gathering more herbs? Leaf-bare is almost upon us, I expect your den to be well stocked before the first snow fall."

Kestreleye | CoveClan | Warrior
Location: CoveClan Camp | Mentions: Minnowstar, Eightball, Honeypaw, Moonflight

The tom's bright brown eyes rose to greet the appearance of his fellow clan members emerging from the rusted ship and he quickly hurried to follow them onto the beach. The cool sand hitting his paws sent a shiver up the dark coated cat's spine and he raised a paw, shaking it to rid it of the clingy grains. The excitement of his own apprentice, stating her greetings to all the gathered cats, caught him a bit off guard though he quickly calmed his nerves with a light chuckle.

"It is a good morning, Honeypaw." He responded, his tail waving in the air behind him. "I did dream," He replies, his paw raising to his chin as if he were really trying to remember what it was he had seen last night in his dreams, "I dreamt of catching a particularly large jay, though I never could quite get him. You seem excited this morning, you must have had good dreams as well?" His eyes shifted and he nodded a good-natured hello to Minnowstar and Moonflight, though he could feel a touch of anxiety lifting into his belly as he gazed at them.

"Speaking of hunting Jays, I figured we could practice a bit of pouncing this morning. Perhaps it will get some of your energy out, what do you suppose?" He said lightly to his apprentice as he turned his attention back to her. Kestreleye smiled and sat back on his haunches, enjoying the soothing breeze from the ocean as he awaited her reply.

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Minnowstar | CoveClan Leader | Location: CoveClan Camp | Mentions: Open

Moving with the prowess and confidence of a young lion, the blue smoke made her way towards the cove's shore, tail snaking behind her. Her semi-parted jaws picked up all the wonderful scents of her home: the brine from the sea, the faintest hint of fish, saturated sand...She never quite understood how GreenwoodClan could bear isolating themselves in the depths of the earth, with no view to match the beauty that Minnowstar's clan was graced with. How could they watch the sun rise over the horizon, especially when they were buried beneath rubble and so out of reach from their ancestors?

She sauntered a few short paces forward until her rounded paws graced the edges of the salty body of water, allowing the fur sitting atop her paws to grow heavy with water and debris. The tiny waves were cool, but welcomed nonetheless. The waters were dyed a bright bronze from the rising sun, with the faintest hue of a rose gold to compliment the peachy sky. At the scene, the massive Minnowstar drew in a long, deep breath.

...I will die before I allow GreenwoodClan to drive my cats from the home they love. She knew they'd do the same for her. However, above all cats, her concerns were growing for her elderly mother- could she bear the pressure of war, considering that the rival clan blamed her for almost all of it? Willowstream always said that there was nothing wrong with falling in love. Silly old feisty furball. The thought of the fiery elder brought the smallest of grins upon her features.

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Mossypool| GreenwoodClan Medicine Cat| Location: GreenwoodClan Camp | Mentions: Swanstar, open

Since when did Swanstar think it as her right to moderate me like my mentor? Blue eyes rounding with what seemed to be almost terror, the little she-cat struggled to scrambled to her paws in a fury, desperate to at least regain some dignity (whatever she had left, that was). "I- that was what I was going to do, right now. R-right away." Curse her sensitivities- Mossypool could already feel her slender chest growing tight with anxiety and fear of disappointing. It didn't take much to intimidate the tortoiseshell, but Swanstar...she was especially scary. Frankly, the young medicine cat felt like crying in her presence.

However, how could their clan survive if their medicine cat and leader were incapable of cooperating? It was vital that they work together, rather than Mossypool cowering in the corner like a sulking kitten whenever her leader presented herself. The she-cat cowered before her pale leader, making her appear smaller than she already stood. "So I...I'm going to go g-get to that." What would Swanstar do if Mossypool didn't have everything properly stocked by the time the first snow fell? She wouldn't...eat her, right? Mossypool didn't think she had any cannibalistic tendencies...but sometimes, she had her suspicions.

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Willowstream| CoveClan Elder| Location: CoveClan Camp | Mentions: Minnowstar, open

Eventually, the black smoke elder was disturbed from her sleep for whatever reason. Perhaps it was the sudden disappearance of her daughter, Minnowstar, or the slightest of breezes forcing its way in between the rusty metal boards of the ship? The semi-ragged-furred molly stretched stiffly, feeling old joints pop every here and there until she at last felt semi-loose, before she rolled slowly so that she could sit up. She blinked her pale, fogging eyes against the increasing sunlight, allowing her gaze to flutter across the den before she felt a sudden sense of confusion settle in.

Where in the name of StarClan was she?
Oh! Right, she fell asleep in Minnowstar's den the night before.

The elder briefly licked her paws before ever-so-slowly and roughly rising to her paws, limping out of Minnowstar's den so that she might find the stairs, and hopefully some breakfast. Hmmm...breakfast. Perhaps she should stay in her daughter's den and wait for some room-service from an apprentice? Or threaten to chew their ears off if they didn't?

Nah, she was impatient in her old age. Willowstream slowly descended down the stairs until she was on the third level with most of the dens, later exiting the ship to welcome herself into full-on sunlight. How she loved her home...while she may have only just wakened, a good catnap in a nice patch of sun sounded awfully tempting....although, it was best that she eat first, before the hungry apprentices nabbed everything good.

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Fallenleaf • GreenwoodClan deputy • Location: GreenwoodClan camp • Mentions; Swanstar, Mossypool •

The clan deputy rose to his paws at the sight of their revered leader, proudly puffing his chest and squaring his broad shoulders. Fallenleaf pricked his ears, listening in on Swanstar scolding the medicine cat, though he kept his distance and idly pretended to groom his chest. He didn't need a scolding next.
The ginger tom glanced toward their medicine cat sympathetically, knowing the small female struggled with her relationship with the leader. Swanstar expected her old medicine cat, full of experience and wisdom. She was not prepared to allow Mossypool to adjust to her position and make mistakes. It was harsh, but in the long run Fallenleaf felt it had to be in the best interest of the clan; Swanstar only did the things she did in order to provide the very best for their warriors. Or, so he thought.
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Moonflight • CoveClan warrior • Location: CoveClan camp • Mentions; Eightball, Kestreleye, Honeypaw •

The black and white she-cat settled her gaze back on her apprentice, a small smile curling her lips at the memory of their last fishing trip. She would never forget the way Eightball had yowled.

"Perhaps if Kestreleye is ok with it, we can do a double training? I want to see you practice your battle moves a little more," she hummed, anxiety over the clan's safety a priority in her training. If GreenwoodClan were to invade, she wanted-no, needed- Eightball and the rest of her classmates to be safe. The she-cat glanced over her shoulder at the dark male and hesitated, feeling for a brief second she might be ruining whatever plans he had with his energetic apprentice. There's no harm in asking, she thought to herself, taking a deep breath. Besides, this is for your apprentices benefit, so he shouldn't be annoyed, she soothed herself, finally garnering the confidence to speak.

"Kestreleye," she meowed, flicking her tail as a gesture for him to join them. Did I say that loudly enough? she wondered for a moment, figuring she'd find out depending if he looked over or not.
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Honeypaw • CoveClan apprentice • Location: CoveClan camp • Mentions; Kestreleye, Moonflight, Willowstream •

"Yes, I did!" The young cat replied enthusiastically, a purr rumbling in her chest.

"I dreamt of swimming in the ocean, and playing with the clan on the beach," she said dreamily, her eyes lidding as she thought about her dreams. They had been so warm, so full of laughter and joy. The calico giggled a bit at her mentor's dream, her eyes glittering with warmth.

"I think your dream is silly. You could catch any prey you want, eyes closed," she praised him genuinely, finding Kestreleye to be an inspiring figure. Honeypaw glanced over at Moonflight's call, ears perking as she immediately rose and bounded over, pausing when she caught another smell on the breeze.

"Willowstream!" She squeaked, darting up the boat and to the prey pile. She grabbed the largest, juiciest fish and promptly brought it to the elder, dropping it at her paws. "I caught this one just for you yesterday!" The she-cat purred excitedly upon seeing the elder, her little paws instinctually already kneading the iron frame of the boat they stood upon.

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{Thistleflower | GreenwoodClan queen | Location: GreenwoodClan nursery/camp | Mentions; Swanstar, Mossypool, Fallenleaf}

The pregnant molly had nearly finished grooming herself when her ears twitched at the sound of voices, she glances up but glances back down just as quickly. She may not Always be aware of everything going on, but she knew better then to bother the leader and medicine cat when they're speaking to eachother. Instead she took to glancing at the deputy, who seemed to have the same thought as her.

She looked back at where she had nearly finished gromming, only to see that her pelt had gotten ruffled during the time she wasn't paying attention, meaning she had to start all over again. Swallowing back a annoyed hiss she laps at the spot she hadn't groomed yet, this time laying her ears against her head, half out of fustration and half because she didn't want to seem like she was spying.

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Shadestorm | CoveClan | Deputy | Location: CoveClan camp; Up on the ship's 'deck' | Mentions: @Minnowstar / Argus

He hadn't meant to stay so long of the deck of the ship that all CoveClan cats made their home but Shadestorm had always been drawn to the sights and the strong breeze. The growing sunlight warmed his chilled pelt, his dark colors soaking up the heat, and he got to his paws knowing he was going to be late by the time he climbed down from his perch. The blue mackerel tabby skillfully climb down the rusted levels and remains of the ship that would take him to the heart of CoveClan camp.

Shadestorm took a brief moment to collect himself before he took in the camp, easily noted that Minnowstar wasn't to be seen but a number of warriors were awake already. Deciding that patrols would have to wait just until he spoke with Minnowstar, it would give every warrior a chance to wake up more. A quick sniff of the air told him his leader had left her den and traveled outside of their home just slightly.

Keeping his steps light, he headed out of the camp and back into the warm sunlight. Shadestorm blinked only once before he spotted Minnowstar's noticeable pelt and frame, seeing that she had gone to the shoreline.

"Minnowstar!" He called so his presence was known, "Is everything alright?" Shadestorm asked when he came closer, ears perked at catching a smile on the she-cat's maw.

Halfpaw | GreenwoodClan | Apprentice | Location: GreenwoodClan Camp; den | Mentions; @/no one

It felt odd waking up on his own after he had been named an apprentice. He had thought his mentor was suppose to get him up at the crack of dawn but here he was stretching and yawning in his nest with the sun already up. He gave his chest fur and front paws a few licks just so he could somewhat wash himself before Halfpaw decided he would just get up. His stomach being the main cause of the decision.

His mismatched eyes were greeted by all three important members of the clan being by the camp entrance if it was even worthy to call that. Halfpaw tried to avoid being noticed as he padded over to the fresh-kill pile to snatch whatever was there and look good. He shuffled once he got to the pile and quickly took a mouse that looked pretty tasty.

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Swanstar | GreenwoodClan | Leader
Location: GreenwoodClan Camp | Mentions: Mossypool, Fallenleaf (Directly) Thistleflower, Halfpaw (Indirectly)

Swanstar felt confusion rise into her gut as the medicine cat scrambled out of her way, pure terror flashing across the little she-cat's face. Had it been something she said? Her cold gaze blocked off any surprise from being pulled into her expressions though her eyes followed the mottled coat of the other cat as she cowered at her paws. She was used to these reactions by now. She pondered briefly, her whiskers twitching a bit as she lost herself in thought. Perhaps I should try wording what I say better? No. I said it quite clearly, what is there to change?

The white feline narrowed her eyes a bit and swiveled away from her anxiety-ridden clan mate, the fluffy form of her deputy catching her attention, "Good morning, Fallenleaf." She states bluntly, her eyes skirting around at the few other members emerging from their dens a bit later than she would've liked. "Any news to speak of from your patrol at dawn?" She inquires, her ears twitching slightly as she perches herself upon a jagged rock near the tom. The sun shining down from above was comforting and made her coat puff out a bit in an attempt to soak up the warmth, especially since she was still carrying a chill from her early morning trek to the lake. "See to it that a hunting patrol is roused soon as well, it would be wise to keep the prey pile full since we have a queen expecting kits soon." She added after a brief interval of silence, her half-lidded eyes trained on the passage leading towards the nursery.

Kestreleye | CoveClan | Warrior
Location: CoveClan Camp | Mentions: Moonflight, Eightball, Honeypaw (Directly) Willowstream (Indirectly)

Kestreleye's gaze followed his enthusiastic apprentice as she darted to the prey pile and hauled the largest fish she could reach to their previous leader. He chuckled softly and rose to his paws, shaking a bit of sand out of his pelt as he began to follow after her. The sound of his fellow warrior's voice caught him mid-step and he turned to face her, his ears perking in surprise.

"Yes, Moonflight?" He inquired, following her beckoning gesture hesitantly. His eyes quickly studied her spotted apprentice as he approached, offering the young tom a smile and nod as he turned his attention back to the young cat's mentor. "You called?" He asked in a goodhearted fashion, curling his jet black tail around his paws and he settled down a respective distance away from the she-cat.

Swiftpebble | CoveClan | Queen
Location: CoveClan Camp | Mentions: Sunkit, Turtlekit, Willowstream, Honeypaw

The queen's ocean eyes studied the dust floating endlessly through the few rays of light that had managed to leak through to the bottom floor of the vessel. Her two kits were sound asleep against her chest, their soft purrs were music to the normally lonesome she-cat's ears. Her paws kneaded the air as she cooed back at them softly, leaning down to gently groom the forehead of each kit as she sneakily rose to her feet and began softly creeping up the stairs leading to the outside.

Her belly was still a bit sunken from carrying her small litter until a moon ago and she hadn't quite gained the proper weight back, her spine slightly visible under her pelt as she moved. Her paw steps were quiet as she finally emerged above deck, her eyes landing on the delicate frame of Willowstream. She approached the elder's back carefully and paused a tail-length away, "Good morning, Willowstream.. and Honeypaw." She greeted the two cats, her voice kind and mellow. Hunger gnawed at the calico feline's stomach as she spotted the fish the apprentice was offering her fellow clan member, her gaze instinctively flashing towards the prey pile.

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{Turtlekit | CoveClan kit | Location: CoveClan nursery/camp | Mentions; Sunkit, Swiftpebble}
Turtlekit had woken up due to a shift in tempature, it didn't bother him too much, he knew that whoever just left would come back. With a small twitch of his whiskers he tried to go back to sleep, only to feel someone climbing over him. Knowing he couldn't get back to sleep with noone around he opened one eye to watch Sunkit leave. he lets out a yawn before standing up, taking a moments to rub his face with his paws and shake out his fur to get rid of any moss that stuck to his pelt.

He walks outside, intending to follow his sister, but he quickly caught on to what she was doing and decided against it. Instead he goes to the front of the ship and leans against it, watching the water. He liked watching the water, simply because it seemed like it was standing still, but it wasn't, it always moves. His pelt fluffed up at the thought. Maybe when he's a apprentice he'll learn how to swim? He hoped so!

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