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Post by Fawn on Jun 18, 2017 9:39:33 GMT -5
 55 Moons, Warrior of TreeClan The death of Silentsong's mentor had hit the beautiful tortoiseshell hard. Though she kept her silence, always, Zephyrfang had developed a way of reading his mate that had baffled their Clanmates. He understood her, and Silentsong could always count on that fact. Zephyrfang woke early, first to catch hold of Gorsetail as he organized the dawn patrol - a flicker of apprehension crossed the deputy's face as soon as he approached - and tell him of his plans for the morning.
"I'm taking Silentsong and my sons to StarClan's Claws this morning," he told the tabby warrior. If he was supposed to ask permission from the Clan's deputy (and Finchpaw's mentor), this notion of politeness or structure were entirely lost on Zephyrfang. Instead, he went to the ancient stump next, and without ceremony - repeated the same message to Lionstar.
The golden tom blinked at him, exasperated by the interruption. "Fine," said Lionstar. "Return by sunhigh, TreeClan needs all able paws helping and hunting right now."
Zephyrfang, already determined to stay out until sunset if that's what Silentsong needed, scoffed but nodded. There was no point stirring up trouble with Lionstar; besides, it was easier to ask forgiveness than ask for permission.
.... Not that he did either of those things.
Satisfied that his plans were now solid, Zephyrfang woke up Finchpaw and Thornpaw next. He grinned, rasping his tongue backwards over the fur between their ears, before giving each tom a prod. "Wake up, we're going to StarClan's Claws with Silentsong this morning. She's a little down because of Larchclaw, so we're cheering her up today."
The tawny warrior looked over his sons' faces, his heart full of pride and unbridled affection for his family. He didn't care if they became the greatest warriors TreeClan had ever known - or settled for average lives. They were still Silentsong's kits. Their kits, and that would always make them worth more than all the stars in the sky to him. It didn't matter what they did. He was as proud of them as he was in love with his mate.
"And tidy yourselves up," Zephyrfang added, looking at their cowlicked fur and the moss bits in their pelts. "We'll waste the morning if she has to groom you two from nose to tail first." Though Silentsong undoubtedly loved caring for her kits, Zephyrfang had plans. Besides, it was the first time the two toms would lay eyes on StarClan's Claws; and if that wasn't enough incentive, being able to make Silentsong smile today should've been.
With a purposeful stride, Zephyrfang left the apprentices' den. He returned to the cool, dark interior of the warriors' den, seemingly blind to everyone else (and their tails), and deaf to any annoyed hiss from an accidentally trodden denmate. Zephyrfang smiled, nuzzling Silentsong into wakefulness with a soft, throaty purr and a fond lick to her ear. "Rise and shine, Silentsong. We've got plans this morning. You're gonna love it, Song, I promise."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2017 22:26:44 GMT -5
Let's start a riot tonight, A pack of lions tonight FinchpaW 9 Moons || Tom || TreeClan
Finchpaw looked up in a daze as his father jolted him awake, something that Zephyrfang had been notorious for. None the less at the mention of Starclan's claws the apprentice managed to shake off all the sleepiness in his joints, standing almost upright in his mossy nest. His fur was on end by the end of his father's sentence, an electricity rippling up and down his spine at the mention of a family trek. Since he had started as Gorsetail's apprentice, Finchpaw had worked very hard to keep himself in check, or as much as possible for a cat born of Zephyrfang.
The mention of an adventure with his father, his mother, and his brother brought up a certain sweet note in Finchpaw's memories, whisking him briefly back to a time when Thornpaw and himself still lived in the nursery. He found himself smiling over the sweet notions, hanging onto to its sweet delicacy for a moment longer before twisting quickly in his bedding, rushing to clean himself over. He started at his paws, grooming his thick ginger fur fiercely with an iron determination. As he meticulously made his way over his fur she couldn't help but look over and Amberpaw and Fawnpaw, flashing a toothy grin in the apprentice's direction, just on the off chance they might be peering in his direction. Of course they were, he was Finchpaw after all, the next leader of Treeclan.
Finchpaw then turned his attention briefly towards Thornpaw, coyly remarking, " Hurry up Forever-Thornpaw." Although this joke was hardly funny in normal circumstances, Finchpaw had quite enjoyed bringing it upon his brother in a sort of teasing way. Of course Thornpaw would one day be a warrior, no brother of Finchstar would be stuck as an apprentice forever. He nodded gruffly and stepped out of the apprentice den, his tail bolting upright as he chased after this father. It hardly took him any time to find his father, as Zephyrfang had made it pretty obvious where he had been heading. Pelting forward into the warrior den, Finchpaw let out a loud meow approaching his mother with a vivid spunk in his step. "Mooom," he bellowed as he dipped his head, licking his mother between her ears in a kind and soft manner "I can't wait to spend this day with you. I miss you." By the end of his sentence his loud words had made way to soft purrs and whispers, a fierce protectiveness of his mother overtaking any of his other personality traits, no matter their sheer loudness. He flicked his tail across Silentsong's shoulder as he settled close to her, leaning against her, reduced back to a kitten in a nursery. "I really miss you mom. One day, I can't wait to join you in this den, maybe even with Thornpaw if he straightens out."
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jun 25, 2017 8:00:37 GMT -5
 55 Moons, Senior Warrior of TreeClan
The tortoiseshell warrioress tucked into herself more tightly as her still-sleeping mind registered the fact she was alone in the nest she shared with her mate. Her muzzle, hidden beneath her plume-like tail, parted in a silent mumble of disappointment, as though she could will her mate back from whatever task he'd been set on through complaint alone. She'd been drifting back into a peaceful slumber when dim hissing roused her once more. With a flick of her ear, the beautiful she-cat tracked the displeased rumblings of still-drowsy Clanmates as it drew nearer and nearer, until finally...
Gentle nuzzles pulled her out of the final stages of sleep, her mate's scent washing over her delightfully as she blinked her hazel-green eyes open. Still bleary from sleep, Silentsong contented herself with rubbing her muzzle under his chin, her lips still moving in unheard mumbles as her sleep-jumbled thoughts crashed into one another. She yawned, ducking her head to hide the involuntary reaction behind her fluffy tail, before gazing at Zephyrfang with what could only be described as unbridled affection for the tom. Despite the recent passing of her mentor, Zephyrfang managed to make her feel light, as though everything were going to be alright.
More commotion near the front of the den caught her attention moments before a bellowing mew caused her eyes to widen. She recognized her son, Finchpaw immediately, nosing him as he bent to lick her between the ears. Her gaze flicked to Zephyrfang, as though begging him to remind Finchpaw to keep his voice down, but by the end of his sentence, Finchpaw was curled at her side like a kit once more. ...A very large, long legged kit. His final string of words caused a barely audible snort from just behind Zephyrfang. As though her mate's shadow had developed defined features and a conscience of its own, her second son, Thornpaw emerged only to...
Flop down in the nest, sprawling over top both she and Finchpaw. "Maaaa" He drawled, and Silentsong could still hear the thickness of sleep in his voice. "Da' says he's got a surprise for you, s'why he's waking us up so early. Can't you stop making him..." Thornpaw's sentence was interrupted by a yawn before he continued. "Love you so much? Maybe then we could sleep." Her chest rumbled in a purr at both her sons, despite currently being squashed beneath the weight of one of them.
Still conscious of the displeased growls and groans coming from the other nests, Silentsong glanced over the warriors trying to sleep sheepishly. Feathercloud's silver form groaned audibly, before burying her muzzle into Sprucefur, as though that might quiet to noises. Prodding both her sons with her muzzle, she pushed them both to their paws (though getting Thornpaw off of them had been her first concern). With an affectionate sternness to her gaze, she tapped her fore paw on the ground, immediately capturing the attention of both her kits, only to wave her tail and draw it to her muzzle. Quiet now, the gesture said.
Pointing them to the outside with a sweep of her soft tail, the tortoiseshell paused to smooth out her own fur before following. Nuzzling Zephyrfang as she passed him, she flashed him a mirth-filled stare before joining her two beautiful boys outside. Pressing herself against each of their sides, she licked a patch of fur on Finchpaw's shoulder flat, before doing the same to Thornpaw's neck. Indescribable warmth lit her gentle gaze as she squeezed herself between her two sons, glancing back to the warrior's den to await her mate's appearance.
After all, she had no idea what in the name of StarClan he had planned for them. Word Count: ~600 words Tags: Fawn @minxxy Notes:
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Post by Fawn on Jun 28, 2017 23:19:04 GMT -5
55 Moons, Warrior of TreeClan Zephyrfang had laughed, ruining any remaining chances of a peaceful sleep for the rest of the warriors, as soon as Thornpaw's drowsy question had registered.
"Can't you stop making him love you so much? Maybe then we could sleep."
"Not a chance," Zephyrfang mewed, speaking above a venomous hiss towards the front of the den. He barely spared Mockingbird a look - instead, his attention recaptured by Silentsong, as his beautiful mate managed to corral their sons into something close enough to order. Still chuckling under his breath, he nudged both of them out of the den first, before matching his steps with Silentsong as they followed Finchpaw and Thornpaw.
Under the watchful eyes of Gorsetail and some of the other senior warriors, Zephyrfang grinned and bypassed the fresh kill pile altogether. Why take from the Clan, when he and his boys could catch everything they needed on the way to StarClan's Claws? Don't worry, Lionstar. I won't break any of your little rules.
See? He was learning.
"You don't even have to lift a paw, Song. Me'n'the boys will get something for you." Zephyrfang's brilliant amber eyes, blazing from a tawny, gleaming coat, sought out Finchpaw's and Thornpaw's, transferring some of his own energy and stride to his sons.
They wouldn't get far from Silentsong; just far enough to catch something (it wasn't as if Silentsong could disturb their hunting, she was as quiet as a field of flowers, and even prettier), and then pick a nice sunny spot to enjoy it.
"Shake off that drowsiness, sons. We're hunting. Want to watch a master work, or do you think you can catch something on your own?" Zephyrfang's steps were light and confident, his head raised proudly, even as he left his jaws slightly parted to scent the air. A dozen different things flooded in - his mate's scent the most noticeable - but he was able to pinpoint the scent of hare. Must've been a warren nearby.
Ha, and the rabbits thought they were safe from LightningClan over here. TreeClan was full of predators, and Zephyrfang had no hesitation at all when it came to hunting, especially to feed his family. A purr rumbled through the former loner. Now this was more like it.
Just the four of them. His mate. His sons. The sunshine warming their backs; Silentsong has even less ties to TreeClan now. It was kind of a bittersweet thing. He wouldn't dare uproot his entire family, so long as Silentsong was happy in TreeClan. But just for a moment, Zephyrfang entertained the notion that they could go.
Just try their luck in a beautiful place all their own. The only trouble was sickness, but Zephyrfang had never gotten sick when he'd been a loner - why would that change now?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 12:08:45 GMT -5
Let's start a riot tonight, A pack of lions tonightFinChpaW 9 Moons || Tom || TreeClan
Finchpaw lay still for a moment, his thoughts closed to the world as he focused on his mother's breathing, before the bellow that was his brother entered the den. With a heavy thud, Finchpaw felt his brother land on him and his mother, a heavy rush of air leaving his lungs as he was playfully squished. As Thornpaw fell into silence, his brother couldn't help but led out an audible sigh, retorting back playfully. "Hey Thornpaw-- You can't just sit on cats. You're too fat for that."
The family stirred as his mother slowly rose and ushered the apprentice's out of the den, Finchpaw looking back over at the empty nest somewhat longingly. One day he knew he would make his own bed here, a fine warrior of Treeclan, at least he'd hoped. The sunlight was brighter than it had been earlier, a keen observation Finchpaw had made as they exited the warrior's den, rays of warmth soaking in through his brilliant ginger fur. The apprentice turned his attention across the way, as he waiting for Zephyrfang to emerge, ready to follow his father to the end of the earth, his deep gold eyes catching sight of his mentor, Gorsetail, and Thornpaw's mentor, Lionstar. Meekly, the apprentice nodded, hoping that he wouldn't be too far set back on his training.
Finchpaw's eyes wandered with his father, his stomach growling as he caught a glimpse of the fresh kill pile. The scents wafted around the apprentice, his stomach growling as if demanding to be filled with whatever had been caught by other, and yet just as Finchpaw was about to make a quick lead for food, he saw his father walk right past the kill pile, his stomach dropped. "You don't even have to lift a paw, Song. Me'n'the boys will get something for you." Finchpaw heard the words his father spoke, and despite the promise of being able to hunt his own food, the apprentice couldn't help but feel a small pang of misery take him over; If there was one thing that Finchpaw couldn't stand, it was being hungry. He caught his father's gaze, reflecting the same color as his own, nodding slowly as if to assure his father as much as his own self.
As they left the camp, Finchpaw couldn't help but feel a small wave of excitement overtake the hunger he had been feeling in the camp. It wasn't often that his father managed to slip them away from their mentors, and even rarer yet was the opportunity for the whole family to be together, a thought which warmed the fiery apprentice to his core. At his father's challenge, Finchpaw's eyes turned to flame, accepting the trial with a vigorous competitiveness. "Oh please dad, it's time for you to make way for the next generation of Treeclan, I'm sure the elder's den could use more cats." With a quick wink the apprentice dipped off into the brush, following after the faint scent of shrew.
The scenery of Treeclan came to life as Finchpaw found himself briefly alone, following the fresh scent across the forest floor. For a moment the apprentice of Treeclan couldn't help but stop himself, his eyes catching the gleam of a beetle's shell as it climbed a nearby tree. It was moments like this that Finch yearned for, small insignificant moments in time that really brought forward the beauty of the life he had been given. The apprentice shook his head; Now was not the time to get distracted. Now was the time to hunt.
Focusing his senses, Finchpaw quickly caught sight of the shrew as it lazily made its way from tree to tree, picking at the ground in an attempt to scrounge for food. After a moment of observing the calmness that ensued over the shrew, Finchpaw lept into action, his powerful haunches pushing him forward, directly over top of the shrew. With claws extended, the apprentice landed firmly on his target, a quick snap of the jaws ending the creature's life. Finchpaw help back of howl of victory, not wanting to disturb the other's hunt and slowly made his way back, following his own powerful scent, his mind slowly succumbing to the intoxicating smell of fresh kill. He came back to where they had left off, finding his mother and quick dropping the shrew in front of her, masking his own hunger.
"For you mother." the apprentice said with a purr, flicking his large fluffy tail back and forth. "I'd like to see Thornpaw do better."
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jul 2, 2017 9:28:49 GMT -5
55 Moons, Senior Warrior of TreeClan
Me'n'the boys. For some reason, that particular string of words brought an intense swell of emotions to the pretty tortoiseshell. Her boys, her family. As her hazel-green gaze danced between her sons and her mate, she couldn't help but bask in a sense of belonging. She held no doubts in her mind that her parents and now Larchclaw were watching her from StarClan. Even if losing Larchclaw, the last living member of her family before Zephyrfang, to greencough still hurt, she would see them again one day. All of them. Until then, she had to live her life in the present, with the cats she loved more than she could ever hope to express.
Her chest rumbled with a silent purr, laughing as her ginger-pelted son rose to his father's challenge. Glancing at Zephyrfang with a playful glint in her eye, she swished her plume-like tail behind her. Thornpaw stepped forward, amber gaze locking on his father as he grinned slightly. "There would have to be a master around for us to watch a master, Da'." Before Zephyrfang would get a word in edgewise, Thornpaw pressed his nose to her shoulder with an affectionate rumble of his own. "Be right back, Ma'. Promise."
Flicking him with her tail as he ran off to find his own prey, Silentsong turned to Zephyrfang to nuzzle him tenderly. Though she wanted nothing more than to curl up in his fur, she knew he'd be dying to go out hunting just like their sons. With a knowing glint in her eyes, she stepped back and watched him. Show them how it's done, my love. Eventually, her mate's frame disintegrated into the surrounding undergrowth too, leaving the mute she-cat on her own for the time being. Yet she didn't feel unsafe. She knew Zephyrfang would be keeping on ear trained on her.
The rustle of bushes alerted her to someone's approach. Glancing to her left, she caught sight of Finchpaw emerging from the bushes with a shrew in his jaws. Halting long enough for her son to deposit it at her paws proudly, she pressed her head against his shoulder, brushing herself against him so he could been the purr reverberating through her. After licking his ear affectionately, she stooped to collect the shrew, her feathery tail curling around him to guide him forward as they continued. It didn't take long for a quiet commotion to disturb the air.
Though prey animals might have passed it off as the rustle of the wind through the trees, Silentsong's ears pricked with interest, angling just to her right. Halting Finchpaw with a gentle tap to his cheek, she turned her attention on this new sound, picking through the forest's noises to identify the source. Thornpaw emerged, a blackbird hanging by its wing from his jaws. Had her son been any smaller, half the bird would have dragged along the ground holding it as he was. Yet he made it work, with only a portion of the opposite wing touching the ground as he padded toward them.
Greeting her brown tabby son just as she had her ginger-pelted one, she guided Thornpaw to her other side, content to be flanked by her two beautiful boys. This time, however, she did not continue forward, leaving the two pieces of prey at her paws. Her lush tail danced behind her thoughtfully, brilliant gaze surveying the territory around them. Now where has Zephyrfang gotten off to... Her thoughts were projected in the shift of her weight and the tip of her head. They weren't far from StarClan's Claws now, and she wanted to enter it as a family. After all, this was Zephyrfang's surprise to their sons. Word Count: ~605 words Tags: Fawn @minxxy Notes: FamJam~
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Post by Fawn on Jul 12, 2017 16:52:41 GMT -5
55 Moons, Warrior of TreeClan His boys were full of spunk and fire, and he purred, the sound a low, hearty thrum in the center of his throat. Good. Even if they'd shown meeker personalities - or the same kind of softness and warmth that their mother had - he would have made the same noise. However, Zephyrfang enjoyed a bit of friendly ribbing - especially with two cats who could handle his sense of humor.
"Watch it, Finchpaw, Thornpaw. Keep that up and I might just have to embarrass you." The tawny warrior's retort went unchallenged - mainly because he had already left to hunt, and he hadn't said it that loudly. Zephyrfang managed to refocus with ease, his mind always very good at latching onto tasks he set for himself. Sometimes they were simple; hunt, change bedding, wake up the kits. Other times, they were much longer, much more complex goals: take care of Silentsong, look after the boys. And nothing, absolutely nothing, could course-correct his plans once they were laid.
His resolve had deep roots, deeper even than TreeClan's obnoxious Clan rules. Alright Song, I'll bring you your favorite. As if he'd catch anything else for her; today was supposed to be special, and he was going to make it so. A tiger in the brush, Zephyrfang blended in with his surroundings perfectly, the sunlight and the shadows of the forest dappling his tabby pelt, and he allowed the world to show him the ideal choice of prey.
The world didn't disappoint.
A thrush was pecking at the ground in search of insects, its back to the predator that lurked near the blackberry bushes. Zephyrfang, relaxed and certain of his prowess as a hunter, launched forward. The thrush barely had time to shriek a warning cry. Zephyrfang dealt a powerful swipe, stunning it as if it were an enemy cat, and then delivered a swift bite to the exposed throat. The wings twitched and struggled for the span of the thrush's last few heartbeats, then went still.
With the dead animal dangling from his jaws, he returned to the place he had left Silentsong. Finchpaw and Thornpaw had already returned, the shrew from Finchpaw, the blackbird obviously belonging to Thornpaw. Zephyrfang set the thrush down before his mate, looking over their catch. "Well well well, maybe I do have to make room for the next generation of TreeClan cats." Zephyrfang caught the beautiful tortoiseshell's eye, and shared a wink. He wasn't going anywhere.
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