Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Camp | Mentions: None

Meadowstar lay half on, half off a thick root of one of the Shelter Trees. It was the root that formed the entrance to the small den she had made beneath its exposed roots. Her upper body rested on the root, while her hind end lay inside the shadowy den. With her white paws crossed, the tortoiseshell she-cat looked up beneath the tree branches, gazing at the pale blue sky. She had to blink her pale green orbs a couple times to adjust to the bright morning sky. It was a chilly morning, but the rising sun shone brightly, with little clouds to suggest it would disappear anytime soon. A perfect day to restock the freshkill pile. Although she could not see their food stores from where she lay, she figured it would be low. Keeping up with feeding the remnants of the once mighty clan cats was not easy. Not when they shared this territory with other hunters.
The fluffy she-cat rose to her paws, and arched her back in a long, deep stretch. Giving each of her bi-colored limbs a quick stretch as well, the previous Shadowclan leader stepped the rest of the way out of her den for the day. From the top of the hillock that the Shelter Trees grew upon, she had a clear view of the camp. Although it was nothing compared to her beloved Shadowclan camp, it was beginning to actually feel like home now. It just needed some time. Memories of her old camp flashed through her mind, apprentices tousling around outside their den, warriors filling the camp clearing, exchanging stories and sharing tongues. She let out a little sigh, and pushed the thoughts away. Those times where gone.
Meadowstar descended the small slope to the main area of camp, nodding her head to the few warriors who remained in camp. She knew a few must be out on the dawn patrol, but would be returning soon. Everyone else she assumed was still in their dens.
Swiping her tongue around her mouth, the tortoiseshell molly realized just how parched she was. Her mouth felt dry as dust after a long nights sleep. Turning towards the small stream that trickled through the camp, she made her way towards the fresh running water.


Drizzleface | 32 Moons | She-cat | Medicine Cat | Location: Outside Camp | Mentions: Wolfpaw and Dewpaw (Indirectly) / Dawn Patrol

Drizzleface lay atop a large mossy boulder at the end of a little creek. A small pool formed at its base, and the pale mollys white paws hung off the rock, trailing in the water. It was a peaceful area, a place she often visited. She was an early riser, and so as to not disturb her den mates, she came here to spend her morning. It was not far from camp, she could see the small path the cats had made that lead to the camps entrance. She could easily see who came and went.
Tiny silver fish darted around in the shallow depth of the pool, and Drizzlefaces' pale blue orbs followed their movements, darting from side to side as well. A chilly breeze blew through the clearing, sending a few dead leaves trailing to the ground. The medicine cats long, soft fur blew in the breeze, but she barely felt the chill that came with it, her thick pelt keeping her skin warm.
While watching the fish, the pretty molly got lost in thought. I'll need to go out and collect a few herbs today. Leaf-bare is on it's way and I want to be prepared. Maybe I can bring Wolfpaw and Dewpaw along with me. Test them on some herb knowledge along the way. At the though of the two apprentices, memories began to rise up of her own apprentice, Owlpaw. Drizzleface felt all the emotions she tried to keep a bay about the deceased young cat threaten to spill out. Taking deep breaths, she focused all her attention back on the fish, watching how their bodies moved as they swam. She was an emotional she-cat, but was good at controlling them. After a moment, she felt relaxed again. What happened happened, and she was not going to let it bring her down.
Just as she was about the head back to camp, the Dawn Patrol appeared from behind a cluster of fern bushes. Drizzleface watched them as they headed back to camp, calling out a greeting.

(If you'd like to interact with Drizzleface, all spots on the Dawn Patrol are open if you'd like for your cat to have been present!)


Blizzardthistle | 83 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Camp | Mentions: Meadowstar

Blizzardthistle sat inside the camp, sharpening his claws on the bark of an old tree that sheltered a few of the warriors dens. He raked his long claws down it's thick bark, grinning as the filtering sunlight from above the branches glittered off them. His grin grew wider, exposing his yellow stained fangs, as he thought of slicing though his enemies. They'd had to deal with a few nasty foxes since they found this place, and Blizzardthistle wanted nothing more then for another one to challenge him. Ever since the fall, the only conflict was between warrior and predator. He missed border skirmishes, where he could send his rival clans warriors home with a couple notches taken out of their ears. Or good old prey disputes. Anything that resulted in fighting basically.
The black and white tom turned his head as Meadowstar emerged from her den. His face fell into a scowl, green eyes narrowing at the sight of the excuse of a leader. She was the opposite of what Blizzardthistle thought a leader should be, and he was shocked when she'd taken on the position of Shadowclan deputy, and later on leader. She was weak, and deserved to lead not even so much as a mouse, let alone a whole clan. Well, she's not anymore.
The Fall was not what Blizzardthistle had wanted, and the circumstances they were now in do not please him. While he'd sided with the dark forest originally, he didn't want the destruction of the clans, which is what ultimately changed his mind to fight on behalf of his clan. He knew some of the other cats still did not trust him, but he hoped he could earn their respect once more.

(Apologizes if there's any mistakes xD It's almost 2AM and I'm a bit tired lol)

Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Camp | Mentions: Cinderpaw

Meadowstar bent her head down to lap at the cold, clear water, trickling thinly from a crack in a clump of boulders. It carried on further into the forest on the other side, and it lead to a small area of primarily pine trees. The quaint little spot in this mostly deciduous forest, was a reminder of home. Meadowstar enjoyed hunting there, and sometimes would curl up in a sunny patch for a quick nap, when things were slow.
As the leaders sensitive, pink tongue touched the surface of the water, it was a bit of a shock at its chillness, although its crisp taste was welcome. She helped herself to a mouthfuls, only pulling up at the call of her name.
The mottled molly raised her head, drops of water dripping from her chin fur and whiskers. She already knew by the voice who it was, and was not surprised to turn and see Cinderpaw, her new apprentice. Quickly swiping her tongue around her maw to rid it of water droplets, Meadowstar returned the young cats friendly greeting, "Good morning Cinderpaw!"
She knew having a ShadowClan cat as your mentor must be a huge adjustment for the grey she-cat; it was for her as well, having to train a future warrior of a rival clan. However times had changed, and with so little warriors available, apprentices where given to whatever cat was available. They needed to train, and this was the only way. Cinderpaw was a bright young cat though, who was a hard worker, and Meadowstar admired her dedication. She'll make a fabulous warrior some day.
"It's a fine morning for some hunting." Meadowstar gestured up to the sky with a subtle upwards motion of her head. "Would you like to go out for some hunting training soon?" With all the foxes lurking around this forest, and the fear of the Dark Forest still hanging over their heads, most mentors had been focusing on battle moves with their apprentices, and while she too had been, she couldn't neglect her apprentices other skills.

Blizzardthistle | 83 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Camp | Mentions: Meadowstar (indirectly), Cinderpaw (indirectly), Whisperstar

Blizzardthistle glared for a few more moments, sheathing and unsheathing his claws, digging them into the mossy ground beneath him. A good portion of the hatred he felt for the former ShadowClan leader was resentment. He deserved to be leader far more than that soft-hearted fool.
Upon noticing Cinderpaw bounding across camp to her mentor, he averted his green gaze, letting his expression fall back into a basic look of interest as he lifted a paw to examine his sharpened talons. If he ever wanted anyone to trust him again, he couldn't be seen throwing daggers with his eyes at their so-called leaders.
A moment later, the black and white tom caught sight of his sister out of the corner of his eye, and she appeared to be headed in his direction. Ever since she'd overlooked him when choosing her deputy, he'd been a bit...cold to her. Completely ignoring their sibling relationship would be a better way of putting it. While they'd never been close, Blizzardthistle acted as if he had no sister at all. She is my only family now... Because of the tragic death of their mother during the Fall, Whisperstar was the only member of their family known to still be alive. I need to earn every ones trust back. Perhaps Whisperstar could help me with that. Dropping his paw back to the ground, Blizzardthistle watched her cross the rest of the distance to where he sat, and nodded his head in a polite greeting. "Morning Whisperstar."

Drizzleface | 32 Moons | She-cat | Medicine Cat | Location: Outside Camp | Mentions: Novasong

Drizzlefaces face lit up upon seeing one of the warriors approaching her. She smiled brightly, her blue eyes shinning at the prospect of company. She knew very little of the former Skyclan warrior, and was thrilled at the chance to get to know her more. The only thing she really knew about the other she-cat is that she'd been born a kittypet. While many warriors would look down upon her for this, it made no difference to Drizzleface. Novasong had proven herself to be a formidable warrior, and she respected the other for it. She must have had a lot of courage joining a clan after living as a kittypet. Reflecting on the felines current situation, she realized that beginning your life all over again was not something that was new for Novasong.
Scooting further to the far side of the boulder, Drizzleface patted the space beside her with her fluffy tail, inviting the blue-grey she-cat to join her on its large, soft mossy surface.
"How was the Dawn Patrol?" Drizzleface quickly began a conversation, eager to be the first to hear of the early patrols report. "Any sign of foxes near our border again?" The medicine cat suppressed a little shiver at the thought of facing a fox alone while out collecting herbs. She had basic battle training, but nothing that would be any sort of match for a fox. Although Drizzleface thought of this place as home now, she never felt safe without a warrior with her.

Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Camp | Mentions: Cinderpaw

Meadowstar purred in amusement at the young she-cats eagerness. So full of energy. Although very young for a leader, Meadowstar had been through lots during her time as a warrior, and after that in leading her clan. She didn't have that youthful energy many warriors possessed at her age. By no means did she not have the energy to keep up with the daily routines of their life though.
"Hmmm..." The former Shadowclan leader stopped, considering her apprentices question. She'd wanted some time for one on one training, to assess how the grey furred apprentices hunting skills were doing, however it would be more enjoyable for Cinderpaw to have another apprentice to train with. And the more cats, the more prey we can bring back.
"You know, that's a good idea. I'd wanted to have some one on one training, but we can always do that another time." Meadowstar smiled at her apprentice, and pointed to the cluster of dens where most of the apprentices slept with her tail. "Why don't you go see if any of your den mates want to come?" A cool breeze began to blow through the forest, and Meadowstar had to raise her voice over the dull roar of the wind, as it passed through the trees. Her long fur was plastered to the side of her body for a moment, before the wind died down. "You can meet me by the camp entrance and then we can head out!"