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<sub>Robinpaw's whiskers trembled in anticipation as her mentor drew away to hide beneath the shelter of the trees. She waited a moment for him to melt into the earthy tones of the undergrowth before opening her mouth to taste the fresh, humid Greenleaf air. She could detect the sharp scent of a magpie, who must have been foraging down among the leaves near the base of the tree where she stood. It was rather fresh, but the calico she-cat wasn't tasked with tracking a mischievous magpie. Still, she knew that those pesky black and white birds had a habit of harassing cats for their own amusement, diving down to peck unprotected ears and swoop away with a cackle. She would have to be careful to avoid letting the bird give away her position. Hopefully, he's found something else to pester. She thought.

A scuffling noise caught her attention, and she dropped down low in the undergrowth, careful to avoid threading on discarded twigs that she worried would snap treacherously under her paws. To her disappointment, she picked out the squeaking of a wood mouse as it rustled through the ferns at the foot of the trunk near where Finchcloud hid. Had the squirrels decided to hibernate mid-Greenleaf? She drew away slowly from the little copse, green eyes keen for a glimpse of grey or reddish brown fur, her nose straining for the slightest trace of scent. Suddenly, she spied the movement of a fluffy tail through the grass tufts, and her heart quickened. The squirrel edged into view, beady eyes fixated on the small brown nut it clutched in its tiny paws. The calico crept stealthily though the undergrowth, attempting to circle around the creature so she could chase it towards Finchcloud.

The squirrel caught the flash of ginger and white fur in its peripheral vision, and swerved to dart away from the cat with a shriek of alarm. "Mousedung!" Robinpaw hissed under her breath, and launched into a sprint, surprising herself with her own rapid burst of speed. She skidded left in an attempt to drive the squirrel towards where Finchcloud crouched, but the creature gave a flying leap and scrabbled up the bark of a tree. Robinpaw hurtled up after it, grabbing the trailing fluffy tail in her mouth. She wasn't technically supposed to be the catcher, but she wasn't about to let it get away just because she had been a sloppy chaser. The tail wasn't exactly a firm hold, though, and turned out to be more fluff than flesh. The creature lost its grip and fell to the forest floor, stunned for a moment as it stared dazedly about it. Robinpaw unhooked her claws from the bark and dropped down beside it, alarming the squirrel enough for it to come to its senses and attempt to bolt for the next tree. Unfortunately, or at least for the squirrel, that was where Finchcloud lay in wait.</sub>


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 RAVENPAW

✪ StarClan

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Asterpaw

7 Moons || TreeClan || Apprentice

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Nothing had really felt the same since the attack from those strange, violent cats. The minor injuries Asterpaw had been dealt by one such attacker had not left scars, but the mark they had left on his mood were palpable. He had become vigilant, constantly scanning his surroundings with serious blue eyes, determined that no cat would lay a claw on his mother, his friends and his siblings again. The feeling of helplessness he had experienced as that strange cat grabbed him by the scruff and shook him so viciously stayed with him. He was a mouse now, prey in his own home, on edge and mopey at the same time. There was a sadness in the camp that was underlined with a deep feeling of anger. Asterpaw especially could feel the injustice of it all, for he had yet to fully understand the path of blood and violence that TreeClan and NightClan tread together, side by side. The deaths, the struggle for dominance, the constant push and shove over a pathetic little treeline. All he knew was that those cats had hurt those he loved. And he hated them for it.

It was a relief then, that Foxfur had gestured for them to leave camp. All he could feel was the smouldering fury of his clanmates, the inkling that something even more terrible was about to happen. It had been rather early, the world was cast in darkness when Foxfur summoned him from his own den. Darkness disconcerted Asterpaw. He relied on smell, touch and sight so wholly and completely that to take one of them away, even slightly, made him feel vulnerable. He had opened his eyes to the shadowy dark and the familiar scent of the red-coated tom. He had blinked blearily up at him for several moments before he finally realised that he was awake. When Foxfur smiled, it almost possible to believe that everything was normal. But everything wasn't normal. Glacierpaw had been severely injured in the attack. The camp still smelled of blood and medicine and injury and pain. Nothing was normal. But still, he roused himself and followed Foxfur out into the open, stretching out his long white limbs and fluffing up his pale white tail.

An odd feeling in his stomach that had become rather familiar over the past few days reminded him that he hadn't exactly been putting on weight lately. He was so hungry. He followed his mentor half-halfheartedly. Asterpaw had never truly been hungry before. His mentor brushed a fluffy red tail along his side, and only then did Asterpaw realise that his ribs were starting to show beneath his pale pelt, just a little. He paused for a moment to run his pink toes along the odd bumpy shapes, flicking an ear in alarm. It didn't have to be explained to Asterpaw that this wasn't exactly a great sign.

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TIMOTHY

          I am not a beast, I'm not a monster

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I don't care what you say

I don't care what you say

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

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othing had really felt the same since the attack from those strange, violent cats. The minor injuries Asterpaw had been dealt by one such attacker had not left scars, but the mark they had left on his mood were palpable. He had become vigilant, constantly scanning his surroundings with serious blue eyes, determined that no cat would lay a claw on his mother, his friends and his siblings again. The feeling of helplessness he had experienced as that strange cat grabbed him by the scruff and shook him so viciously stayed with him. He was a mouse now, prey in his own home, on edge and mopey at the same time. There was a sadness in the camp that was underlined with a deep feeling of anger. Asterpaw especially could feel the injustice of it all, for he had yet to fully understand the path of blood and violence that TreeClan and NightClan tread together, side by side. The deaths, the struggle for dominance, the constant push and shove over a pathetic little treeline. All he knew was that those cats had hurt those he loved. And he hated them for it.

It was a relief then, that Foxfur had gestured for them to leave camp. All he could feel was the smouldering fury of his clanmates, the inkling that something even more terrible was about to happen. It had been rather early, the world was cast in darkness when Foxfur summoned him from his own den. Darkness disconcerted Asterpaw. He relied on smell, touch and sight so wholly and completely that to take one of them away, even slightly, made him feel vulnerable. He had opened his eyes to the shadowy dark and the familiar scent of the red-coated tom. He had blinked blearily up at him for several moments before he finally realised that he was awake. When Foxfur smiled, it almost possible to believe that everything was normal. But everything wasn't normal. Glacierpaw had been severely injured in the attack. The camp still smelled of blood and medicine and injury and pain. Nothing was normal. But still, he roused himself and followed Foxfur out into the open, stretching out his long white limbs and fluffing up his pale white tail.

An odd feeling in his stomach that had become rather familiar over the past few days reminded him that he hadn't exactly been putting on weight lately. He was so hungry. He followed his mentor half-halfheartedly. Asterpaw had never truly been hungry before. His mentor brushed a fluffy red tail along his side, and only then did Asterpaw realise that his ribs were starting to show beneath his pale pelt, just a little. He paused for a moment to run his pink toes along the odd bumpy shapes, flicking an ear in alarm. It didn't have to be explained to Asterpaw that this wasn't exactly a great sign.

WORDS ☆ 000 words
OOC ☆ let me know when asterpaw gets his warrior name, in case you change your mind about "-flower". i have the template for easy editing so it's no trouble.

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you got that last dance look in your eyes

Bramblepaw

nightclan she-cat 6 moons

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when you grow up your heart dies

Bramblepaw

nightclan she-cat 6 moons

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Time and again boys are raised to be men He had always loved this time of year most. The gentle whispering winds over fields full of flowers only now beginning to shake the grips of frost. Their colourful petals bursting from ripe green buds, unfurling their little dresses to the vast skies. There was something so strange about it now, though. Perhaps it was how much had changed in such a short span of time. The last time these hills bloomed with flowers, he had been an apprentice, racing through the fields with Pebblepaw and Gorsepaw at his heels. Briartail would ask him about his training, and his mother would rasp her tongue behind his ears by way of comfort whenever he had a bad day. Gorsebelly and Briartail were dead and buried two seasons now. Pebblefang had abandoned the Clan for some rogue tom Birchspots had never even seen. And he was a mentor. It was that last responsibility that made nervousness prick his heart. He could hardly feel responsible for himself right now. How could Redstar believe he could be responsible for an entire education? He's trying to keep me busy. He knew that, deep down. He knew he wasn't built to be much of a mentor. But something in him didn't want to let Skypaw down, anyway. So he needed to clear his head, to work out a training schedule so he could turn Skypaw into a better warrior than he ever had been. That goal gave him solace, and he could feel that he was returning to his old self again. If only his old self wasn't such a nervous wreck. "Morning Quailfoot." Birchspots mewed to the older tom as he passed. Though Quailfoot returned his greeting politely, he spotted the flare of surprise in his green eyes. Birchspots had become so withdrawn in the past two seasons that most of his clanmates didn't press him to speak unless he wanted to. He seemed to want to more and more nowadays. It felt weird. The creek had never been a place he really sought out all that much. He didn't like to get his paws wet, and he wasn't particularly fond of water voles, either. But today, his paws carried him there. He wanted to see what flowers had bloomed along the banks. He wanted to gather some, maybe make a little arrangement. That would be nice. Briartail had always shared his own love for flowers. Tawnybelly never really saw much point in flowers. He even thought herbs, which medicine cats used to heal, were useless. His opinion was that if a warrior was going to die from a sickness or an injury, then they were too weak to provide for the Clan in the first place. Birchspots's gaze darkened. He would not sour this one good day with memories of Tawnybelly. He was delighted to see that the ice that had laid claim over the shallow waters had begun to melt. The trickle of water that welcomed him looked as excited as he felt for the approach of New-leaf, of growth and life returning to the moor. He stretched out his legs into a striding run, streaking down the hill to come to a skittered stop by the water's edge. A duck let out a series of petulant quacks, rising into the air with a flutter of feathers. Birchspots watched it flap awkwardly away, his golden eyes gleaming. Yeah, this is a good day. He thought peacefully, setting about to choosing flowers for his arrangement. There were a few perched along the short little bank, as well as a few little tiny pond lilies only just beginning to open. He purred, dipping his paw into the shallow water to watch it ripple. His torn ear twitched at a sudden noise to his right, and he instantly dropped down into a crouch. Paranoia overtook him. What could it be? Fox? Rogue? A StoneClan invasion? He poked his head through the rushes, setting his paws down as slow as he could. It was early morning, surely no other cat was out and about at this time, except for the dawn patrol. He felt his entire body sag with relief as a familiar shape came into view. "S-sorry... uh... Silverthorn?" Birchspots apologised. He frowned. No, that wasn't his name. "S-Silverspike?" It was Silver-something alright, he just couldn't place it, and it was horribly humiliating. Silverwhatsit was a few moons older than he was, but he had always been so incredibly withdrawn, even before Birchspots had begun to isolate himself from his clanmates. Terrified that he had offended his clanmate, he half felt like just turning tail and heading back to camp with some half-hearted excuse that he was on an errand for Owlmind, or something. Impatient they start and fearful they end words: 788 / tags: @x BIRCHSPOTS

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The Gathering

LEAF-FALL, DAY TWENTY-FIVE, YEAR EIGHT

While the day dawns bad weather, an eerie harvest moon hangs reddish-orange and huge in the night sky.

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RainClan
He was quiet. Gatherings were now nothing new for him, and things were weighing on his mind. He watched the clans as much as possible, gathered information from their actions and word back from his medicine cats. With the deaths of the previous leaders coming one after the other and the rising of their deputies things were changing. He had gone from the youngest of them to now one of the oldest. Or in the least, in a group of his peers.

Silverstar was tired of the drama of the other clans, but he knew eventually he'd have to start dealing with them again. He couldn't care less about the other clans or what they did so long as it didn't effect RainClan directly. They could handle their own, let the issues of others remain untouched. But he was willing to start looking at the new leaders as more reasonable than those that came before.

He'd gathered his clan and headed onwards, ignoring the chatter going on around him. Nothing new, and his slender form still stood out amongst them. He was less vain of that fact now, but he did enjoy standing out from the other leaders. Silver pelt glimmered, but stood out in any season but leafbare.

Attending: Silverstar, Emberlight, Dewfrost (NPC), Rustpaw, Koisplash, Fogcloud, Gullswoop, Frozensong, Poppypaw, Stormpaw, Sunripple (NPC), Berrybreeze (NPC).

NightClan
Darkstar gazed down into StarClan’s Claws, surveying who had already arrived. The scent of RainClan was strong, and from the looks of it, they had been the first to arrive. Well, she needn’t waste any more time; the tortoiseshell leader raised her tail, and led her Clan into the hollow surrounded by the sharp spires of rock for which it was named. NightClan flowed behind her, bright-eyed and confident under the light of the full moon and the darkness in which they were the most comfortable.

She headed straight for the boulder in the center where Silverstar was already perched. In one fluid movement, she leaped onto the back of it, climbing to the top to settle near the RainClan leader. She gave him a nod and a murmured greeting before looking out over her cats again, already feeling the burn of impatience for the other Clans to arrive.

Attending: Darkstar (NPC), Clovermask, Smokefur, Shadowchaser, Stoatclaw, Stormripple, Badgerscar, Currantpaw, Ebonypaw, Baywhisker (NPC), Bluecloud (NPC) and Bonetail (NPC).

TreeClan
Pumastar made his way through TreeClan territory like a panther prowling back to his den. StarClan’s Claws was a place he often visited alone, but this time he had the opportunity of introducing several apprentices to the other clans. Deerstorm, Brushfire, and Elmstrike all intermingled with the group of youth, being sure to preach civil conversation and the admirability of reticence. RainClan and NightClan had already infested the clearing by the time TreeClan arrived, though this was hardly a bother: most of the attending TreeClan cats were too young to hold a grudge against their dark-dwelling neighbors, or too tame to disrespect their precious StarClan and incite turmoil.

Pumastar deposited Mossheart at the base of the Rock Ledge before leaping up to take his rightful place on the leader’s platform. He made little eye contact with the other leaders, his dead amber gaze raking across the seas of gathered cats with indiscernible disinterest as they awaited the arrival of the other clans. When his turn to speak should come, Pumastar will clear the air and lay to rest the minds of those who cared for Lionstar with an eerie closure, moving on tactfully to address TreeClan’s territory expansion: a powerful, prudent, and civilized move for the already unsuspecting valley.

Attending: Pumastar, Mossheart (NPC), Falconstorm, Sagepaw, Silentsong, Asterpaw, Harepaw, Mottledpaw, Shrikepaw, Moonpaw,, Deerstorm (NPC), Acornfall (NPC).

LightningClan
The old molly had attended several Gatherings through her long life as a dedicated warrior of Lightningclan, and many as a faithful deputy beneath the head figure of her large, red coated brother. This time, however, the lanky gray she-cat would be the one leading the mass of felines that trailed behind her thin form. The collective group quick to make their way through the rolling moors below the eerie red moon that hung full and low within the dark sky above head. She had specifically chosen cats with more tempered personalities, cats that would cause little trouble but also gather information from those of the other clans as they all mingled within the circle of Starclan's Claws. They had arrived in similar time as Treeclan, though in unique Owlstar fashion, the aging leader held up her long tail to keep her group stationed within the foliage surrounding the Gathering Site as she watched and observed with those wide, amber pools.

Silverstar, Darkstar and yet it seemed Pumafang now held a new title of prestige as Lightningclan's general like leader watched the massive tomcat leap to the rocks with gifted ease. Times were definitely different, cats grew old and died out to let the young sprout from the seeds placed at their paws, only Starclan truly knew what the future held. When Nightrunner slipped to her side, his larger size shadowing her near-scrawny form, did Owlstar finally give the signal for her clan to follow her in correct formation down into the opening of the hollow. Her head was held high, face a mask completely unreadable as she made her way with a purposeful stride towards the rocks on which the leaders gathered. With a quick leap, the elder molly made her way gracefully up with the three larger leaders. Per her usual personality, Owlstar gave an obligatory dip of her head out of respect but kept her whitening maw closed as she sat with her long tail wrapped around narrow paws, her gaze watching out over the sea of gathering pelts.

Attending: Owlstar, Nightrunner (NPC), Kindleflare, Dandelionpaw, Batear, Cloudthroat, Goldenblaze, Silverburr, Skypaw, Maplepaw, Noblepaw, Palescreech (NPC), Mudfur (NPC).

StoneClan
Birdstar's gray pelt is ruffled nearly the whole trek through StoneClan's territory, where the harvest moon casts an eerie glamor over the terrain. He walks with Sorrelclaw and Ebonyheart on either side of him, and his clanmates flank them like flying geese in formation. Despite the strange moon, StoneClan's spirits are high and they noisily enter StarClan's Claws. Birdstar's Clan arrives last but he leaps onto his stone pedestal without hesitation, not wanting to hold up the others. He gives greetings to the other leaders to be polite, but only nods deeply to TreeClan's new but familiar leading face: Pumastar. Birdstar proceeds to crane his head trying to seek out his other ally, the Tribe; however he does not spy Skyteller and his tail flicks uneasily.

Attending: Birdstar, Sorrelclaw (NPC), Ebonyheart, Thistlewhisper, Cloudtail, Antflame, Lynxfang, Ashpaw, Bonepaw, Cloverspring (NPC), Cicadasong (NPC).

Tribe of Forgotten Waters
Not a single Tribe cat graced the clearing beneath the frightening, reddish-orange moon. There was a slight sense of unease in the clearing as cats whispered about their absence, wondering if something terrible had happened.

Attending: None.

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dawnpaw

NIGHTCLAN APPRENTICE

➳ PREVIOUS NAME: DAWNKIT
➳ FUTURE NAME: DAWNFROST

timeline [attr="class","ncscroll"] ➳ KITHOOD 0 moons old. Birth » Greenleaf, Year 7. * What is a Legacy?: Link 3 moons old. Frostjaw challenges his kits to impress him before they're allowed to eat » Leaf-fall 17, Year 8. * Great Expectations: Link ➳ APPRENTICESHIP 6 moons old. Apprentice Ceremony » Leaf-bare, Year 8. ➳ WARRIORHOOD # moons old. Warrior Ceremony » Season #, Year #.

01 6 MOONS 02 TOM 03 HETEROSEXUAL 04 N/A ❝ They light a candle every night, hoping the son I couldn't be comes home. ❞

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I'm afraid that I'll become my own monster

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Be part of the scene, 

like you're living the dream.   

The fog-laden air hung around them like a thick blanket of moisture, heavy, comforting. They could not see very well through the milky white mist, green eyes a pair of corporal, bodiless dots in the mysterious environment. But they liked it this way, for it allowed them to feel alone. And unlike many cats they knew, Fogcloud loved to be alone. They had learned to savour the joys of their own company, that and the company of the sun and the moon, whichever of the two celestial bodies joined them on their journeys. Today, it was neither. Fogcloud could not see the sun behind the thick cloud cover. It was as though the world stopped a few tail-lengths away, abruptly cut off and dropping into nonexistence. The mud was soft beneath their paws, and it would be some bother to try and clean them later, but they would worry about that then.

The river came into their line of sight, emerging from the mist like an old friend. With a smile playing across their broad face, Fogcloud settled into position at the edge of the water, muddy paws resting firmly on the rocks at the shore. A shape flitted just beneath the surface, darting up to snatch flies that had taken advantage of the brief respite from the rain. The hunters, not knowing they were being hunted. A large calico cream, grey and white paw flashed into the water, hooked claws scooping the scaled beast from the river. The stunned fish landed beside them, flopping helplessly. Pinning it down with claws unsheathed, Fogcloud quickly finished it off with a fierce but merciful snap of their jaws. A fine catch. They were proud, and would look forward to giving it to Poppytail, a little heartfelt gift.

Fogcloud

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