Olivia cast her green eyes around the forest, searching for something - anything to do. After much thought she decided on hunting. There was a small field mouse just ahead scuffling in the grass and leaves beside a tall oak. The smoke tortoiseshell crouched, dark pelt blending in perfectly. She scented the air making sure it was good and safe. Then she checked the wind.
Before the warrior could so much as dive for it the loud pawsteps of Ashpaw came from behind her. "Hey Olivia does-" She sighed and cast him a stern glance. "You scared away tonights meal." She stated bluntly. My name is Lord Voldemort 02:22, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
Enero shuffled away from his nest after taking a short nap. He had recently returned from a patrol, and was looking forward to some other activity. With his lack of memories, the silver tabby tom acted as a lonesome outsider, anxious of the surrounding world. However, he was slowly adjusted to life within ForestClan. After all, he never recalled being surrounded by so many cats. He just woke up one random day, to find himself blank and all alone.
Cardinalflame, meanwhile, was out on a hunting trip. Her ginger fur made her easily visible while scavenging the forests, so she had to remain very cautious and vigilant while stalking her prey. Paw steps light on the leaf-scattered forest floor, the molly crept forward without a sound. Before her rest an oblivious squirrel, mindlessly gnawing on some sort of nut.Silverstar 20:47, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
Ashpaw looked down under the warriors's scrutinizing gaze. He hadn't meant too. "I'm sorry, I just got excited and-" he cut himself off before looking up with sad eyes.
Olivia kept on her stern gaze. The reason she was so good at her job was because she never let personal feelings get in the way. "We have to catch something." She finally said. "Your going to help." She motioned for the pale tom to follow her. My name is Lord Voldemort 02:14, May 3, 2017 (UTC)
Yewpaw was sitting in the corner of the camp, his dark pelt almost making him invisible among the shade of the lush greenery nearby. His paws twitched, and he longed for something to do just so he could contribute somehow to the Clan. He looked at his Clanmates and wondered if any of them would want to take him out to do something. apollo here comes justice! 17:52 Sun Jun 4
Oilpaw padded out of the apprentices den, pelt ruffled and crazy from sleep. He gave himself a quick grooming, eager to start the day. First I'm gonna hunt, then I'm gonna try swimming, then someones gonna save me from drowning, then go on spooky midnight adventures!. he puffed, sitting up straight. Sounded like the perfect day! ~Patchfeather~ 00:40, June 7, 2017 (UTC)
Once she was at a satisfying distance, Cardinalflame shifted her haunches briefly, and then fired forward at lightning speed. Her foreclaws slammed down on the tail of the rodent, causing the squirrel to screech in surprise. She moved as quickly as she possibly could, lashing out at her prey's neck before killing it.Silverstar 01:22, June 7, 2017 (UTC)
Yewpaw finally stood up and walked out of camp, as no cat had decided to approach him. He couldn't blame them, really; he wasn't the best of conversationalists. He thought about his sister, Ashpaw, and wondered if she was behaving during her training with Olivia. Knowing her, it probably wasn't the case. apollo here comes justice! 02:15 Thu Jun 8
Oilpaw followed the shrews scent then spotted it scuffling around the forest floor. He tensed, setting one paw carefully after another. But the urge to catch it was too strong. He sprang forward too soon, slamming a paw down a whisker away from it. As quick as lightning, the shrew scurried away, but he wouldn't give up! He charged after it, then realized he lost the scent. He let out a loud yowl of frustration, then a groan when he realized he probably scared all the prey away. No biggy, he wasn't the best hunter anyways. ~Patchfeather~ 03:14, June 8, 2017 (UTC)
Yewpaw flinched at the sound of a far-off yowl, but after a while realized it wasn't one of fear, just one of annoyance. He continued walking, inhaling the scent of pine and moisture around him. He glanced around, checking for any sign of another cat nearby. apollo here comes justice! 12:50 Sun Jun 18
Ashpaw stood up proud letting Olivia regain her balance. "That should be all for today," she told Ashpaw. Ashpaw frowned and shrugged. Pale eyes giving a mischevious glint. "I'm gonna look around maybe a hunt a bit." He said before turning and running. "Stay safe," Olivia yelled but doubted the troublesome apprentice heard. My name is Lord Voldemort 20:10, June 18, 2017 (UTC)
Oliver emerged from the elder's den with a bundle of extra twigs and moss in his jaws. He'd given the apprentices a break from cleaning the elder's nests, deciding he'd like to have a chat with the Clan's eldest member, Eos. The tabby she-cat was approaching ten years old, and was the oldest cat Oliver himself had ever known. She was in surprisingly good health according to Kara and Con, which left Oliver with a feeling of warmth in his chest. He hoped Eos would be around for a while yet, as he enjoyed the tabby's company over almost any other cat in his Clan. — nervousbreakdance 15:03, 07/10/2017
Ashpaw sauntered through the forest, bright gaze searching for mischief to cause. The young apprentice had recently gotten out of training as Olivia had been catching up on her warrior duties. She spent a majority of her time training Ashpaw.
Oilpaw finished yowling about stupid stuff and decided it'd be better to just move on to a new area to hunt. With a sigh he began to totter towards a stream. He halted, realizing he could jump into the stream! Sure, the current looked like it would kill someone, but it looked fun! ~Patchfeather~ 20:40, August 6, 2017 (UTC)
Ashpaw loped through the forest happy to have some free time and such a lenient mentor. He was sure anyone else would have him clean the elders for ticks. My name is Lord Voldemort 09:19, August 11, 2017 (UTC)
Oliver leapt up on the Highbranch and called a meeting. "I have a few matters to address in this meeting," he began. "First, I'd like to call Ashpaw forward. It is his time to join the warriors. I, Oliver, leader of ForestClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn. Ashpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
The little tom looked up excitedly. How could he not be excited? After all, he's becoming a warrior! "Yes, Oliver, I do," shllhe meowed, nodding his head.
Oliver nodded. He could practically feel the pride and excitement radiating from Ashpaw. "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Ashpaw, from this moment you will be known as Ashfeather. StarClan honors your open mindedness and determination, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ForestClan."
As the Clan cheered for Ashfeather, Oliver scanned the crowd. "Next, I'd like to call Cassian, Kara, and Con forward. Spirits of StarClan, you know every cat by name. I ask you now to take away the names from the cats you see before you, for they no longer stands for what they are. By my authority as Clan leader, and with the approval of our warrior ancestors, I give these cats a new name. From this moment on, Cassian will be known as Nightfang, for his black pelt and his skills in both hunting and fighting. From this moment on, Kara will be known as Cedarleaf, for her tabby pelt and her skills in healing. From this moment on, Con will be known as Emberpaw, for her tortoiseshell pelt," he said, dipping his head to the cats. The Clan cheered their names as well.
"Before I dismiss you, I have one more bit of renaming to do. I have spoken with StarClan, and they have granted me permission to take on the -star prefix of a true Clan leader. Nightfang has been chosen by StarClan to choose my new name, and present it to me before you, my Clan. Nightfang, please join me on the Highbranch," Oliver meowed.
The deputy leapt up to join the leader. "It feels nice up here. Don't worry Ollie, I won't overthrow you - yet," he said. The two toms laughed. Nightfang twitched his whiskers and purred, then began, "Spirits of StarClan, you know every cat by name. I ask you now to take away the name from the cat you see before you, for it no longer stands for what he is. By my authority as Clan deputy, and with the approval of our warrior ancestors, I give him a new name. From this moment on, Oliver will be known as Swiftstar, for his black pelt and his gift of the nine lives of a leader." — nervousbreakdance 22:11, 09/13/2017
(I confuses myself on his gender oops) Ashfeather stood proud, his fur slightly fluffed after his ceremony. The tabby tom loped to Olivia proudly flicking his tail. "Guess what!!" He yipped at the older cat. "I'm a warrior now!" He said proudly. My name is Lord Voldemort 07:08, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Enero loosely clung to the outside of camp as he surveyed the ceremony from the distance, eyes wide and ears alert as he listened without a sound. He was always somewhat of an outsider, shying away from almost all forms of conversation. With all the confusion in his life and his...odd abilities, he found it difficult to come into contact with any other life form (excluding prey, naturally, but not like he indulged in conversation with it). Enero was lost within himself, to state it simply.
He didn't know what he was like, what his personality was. He felt the need to discover himself before forming any particular relationships. Better to keep it that way, to ensure that he didn't hurt anyone...especially if they were important. Enero wanted friends, naturally, he was a social creature. He just hadn't discovered his social side yet. Was he a friendly feline, or was he cold? Sweet? Sarcastic?Silverstar 22:58, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
A few days later, Bluewhisker walked into camp, guiding a heavily-pregnant smoke tortoiseshell. "Oli-er, Swiftstar! Swiftstar!" she called, leading the tortoiseshell up to his den. "Swiftstar, I found a loner at the edge of our territory who wants to join the clan. And when you see her, you'll get why," she meowed loudly as she entered his den, flattening her ears.
The tortoiseshell, Rainstorm, hung back and waited outside the den, panting. Yes, she was used to moving around a lot, but now she was maybe a few days away from kitting, and her excess weight and fatigue were getting to her. She honestly didn't want to join, but her den had been taken over by a snake a few days ago, and she knew she didn't have time to find and build a new one before she kitted. So a clan will do, she thought to herself, a little glumly. —Leggy 21:23, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Oilpaw groomed his long black coat, struggling to get the burrs, thorns and tangles out. It probably wasn't a good idea to roll down a hill covered in weeds. ~Patchfeather~ 23:46, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Swiftstar looked the she-cat over, noticing she was pregnant. "I'm Swiftstar," the leader said. "I'm glad Bluewhisker found you. What's your name?" Swiftstar asked. The she-cat introduced herself as Rainstorm. "Well, Rainstorm, I'd like you to be looked over by our healers, Cedarleaf and Emberpaw. You don't seem like you have long to wait before your kits arrive. While you're with the healers, I'll have a nest set up for you in our nursery," he said, giving the she-cat a quick couple of sniffs, deciding he'd made the right choice. He could smell the faint scent of milk on the she-cat, so he knew the kits would be there practically any moment now. — nervousbreakdance 00:47, 09/19/2017
Rainstorm looked up again as Swiftstar approached her, nodding as he spoke. "Alright, I'll head over to them, thank you," she meowed gently, batting her eyes at the older tom. She got up and waddled off to wherever the strongest scent of herbs was-that must be the healer's den, correct?
Meanwhile, Bluewhisker hung back by Swiftstar. "Would you like to come set up her nest with me?" she invited, hoping that the leader would accept. "We could gather branches and go collect fresh moss; it'll be just like our younger days," she chirped, thinking back fondly to her days as a young loner, when her mother made her collect moss with her siblings, for it "wasn't an adult's job". —Leggy 00:52, September 19, 2017 (UTC)
"Of course, Bluewhisker. I want to make sure Rainstorm feels welcomed. She must be anxious. She seems really young, so it must be her first litter," Swiftstar said, swishing his tail. "I haven't made a nest from scratch since I became deputy," he admitted as they padded out of camp. "I still have the same one. Just dragged it up to my new den. I might need to make it bigger, though," the black tom thought aloud.
Emberpaw was laying in the sun next to the den she shared with Cedarleaf. "Um, Cedarleaf?" she called, rising to her paws as Rainstorm waddled toward them. The head healer emerged from the den, scraps of herbs clinging to her pelt. "What's the matter, Emberpaw?" she asked. The tabby and white she-cat turned and saw Rainstorm headed toward them. "Yu must be who I heard Bluewhisker bring into camp," Cedarleaf meowed. "Come over here dear, lay here, and I'll check you out," the healer said softly, directing the pregnant she-cat to a soft patch of grass in the shade. "My den is a bit of a mess right now; we've been going through our herbs to make room for fresh ones," she said as she sniffed the tortoiseshell. "I hope you don't mind me examining you here," Cedarleaf said as an afterthought. Emberpaw joined her mentor, looking the newcomer over. — nervousbreakdance 01:05, 09/19/2017
Bluewhisker nodded, smirking while Swiftstar thought aloud. "Well maybe we can make that our next project, after we construct this," she purred, giving him a teasing flick with her tail. She followed him out of camp and into the forest, where she immediately headed for large rocks. She preferred the moss from these, because they rarely had twigs or other plants growing in them, and were usually the softest. With some clever swipes of her claws, she had a reasonably-sized pile of moss beside her, and she sat down, waiting for Swiftstar to meet her with some branches.
Rainstorm raised her brows, scanning the den for a second before the cat-Cedarleaf, she thought-told her to go lie down on a nest. "Ah, yeah, this is fine," she purred, waddling over to it and plopping down onto her side. Her massive belly shifted, and dwarfed the rest of the normally-tiny she-cat. "I'm due any second now," she meowed, swishing her tail as the healers came over. —Leggy 01:18, September 19, 2017 (UTC)
When he couldn't fit any more branches in his jaws, Swiftstar dragged them back to Bluewhisker. "You mean it about helping me build a bigger nest?" he asked, eyeing the pile of moss the she-cat had collected. He twitched his whiskers, surprised by the skillful work. "Maybe we should have you teach the apprentices how to pick moss. Eos keeps complaining about twigs and pebbles in her nest, and I don't see a single blemish in any of this moss," he meowed, nodding to himself. "But that can be a topic for a later time, I suppose," the leader meowed, looking the shaded she-cat over, then looked away, hoping she wouldn't notice he'd "checked her out".
Emberpaw's eyes widened. "How many kits do you think she's having, Cedarleaf? Look at her belly!" the healer's apprentice squeaked, her eyes glowing. "We haven't had kits in the Clan in such a long time!" the tortie said. Cedarleaf purred, enthused by the younger healer's reaction to Rainstorm's belly. "That's what I want to figure out. It's your first litter, right? And what was your name?" she added, embarrassed that she hadn't asked before. — nervousbreakdance 01:35, 09/19/2017
"Why of course I meant that," Bluewhisker snickered, twitching her whiskers. "I mean, I'd be interested in the job, as I'm clearly a professional moss-gatherer." She glanced at the pie of sticks he had managed to collect, and gave it a thoughtful nod. "Although your work isn't too shabby either," she commented appreciatively. She most definitely did catch Swiftstar "checking her out," but quickly glanced away so he didn't think she noticed. "Well then," she purred, twitching her tail tip. "-let's head back to camp, and we can make a second stop later to fix your nest up."
Rainstorm sighed, very amused by Emberpaw's reaction. "I sure hope you'll be able to help me with them, because I definitely don't know anything about kits," she purred at the apprentice, before turning her attention back to Cedarleaf. "It's actually my second litter, but I lost all of the kits prematurely in my first," she admitted, flattening her ears. "My name is Rainstorm, by the way," the tortoiseshell added with a purr. "Uh, not like a warrior name, but like an actual rainstorm. My mother had my litter in a big rainstorm, and I looked the most like the clouds," she informed, flicking her tail lazily. —Leggy 01:25, September 21, 2017 (UTC)
Mudface, chocolate fur perfectly groomed and free of imperfections, stood off to the side of her two brothers - Eelshade and Antstorm. Both were silent while watching the Clan welcome the odd queen. "Well I happen to think she's a little...peculiar." The chocolate warrior sniffed and turned away with a swish of her delicate tail. The two toms stayed silent. "Where's Honeycloud?" Mudfave said shoving herself between her brothers.
Antstorm shrugged. "Who knows, she's had her eye on that warrior, Leafshade, so I assume she's off swooning over him." Antstorm mutteres turning away from Mudface grumpily. "You know how she is." Mudface gave a snort of amusement.
"Well she shouldn't worry. I'm sure she'll join Rainstorm in the nursery fairly soon." She shrugs, it wasn't ill talk of her sister just truth. Honeycloud's dream was a family of her own - more importantly kittens. But I am the Chosen One 01:57, September 21, 2017 (UTC)
"I'm sure Shadowpaw would appreciate your expertise," the leader meowed as he gathered his branches. He watched Bluewhisker as they walked back to camp. "You know, if you weren't such a talented hunter, I bet your name would've been Blueface," he said awkwardly. Great, now I've made a fool out of myself!
"I'm so sorry," EMberpaw said, flattening her ears. She pressed her forehead against the queen's shoulder, offering her condolences. "But we're gonna do everything in our power to make sure your kits live the fullest lives possible," the tortie said, nodding her head in determination. "Right, Cedarleaf?" the apprentice asked. "Of course, Emberpaw. That's our job, after all," the tabby said, feeling the tortie queen's belly. — nervousbreakdance 02:13, 09/21/2017
Silverfang had been walking close by Mudface and her siblings, and couldn't help but overhear Mudface's comment on the newcomer seeming "peculiar". Twitching his whiskers, the older warrior walked by, pausing by them. "You know what I think?" he whispered in a very mocking tone. "I think the newcomer's hot," he teased, twitching his whiskers again before walking away from the group. "Keep your voice lower next time, Mudface," he purred, waving his tail in a friendly manner.
"Yeah, I'm sure Shadowpaw would," Bluewhisker added as they walked. "Speaking of apprentices..could I have one of Rainstorm's kits? I haven't had one yet and I'd love to give it a go," she chirped, twitching her tail. She was stopped a little short by his comment, and paused in her stride. After absorbing the comment for a second, she registered it as flirting. "Oh, uh, thank you," she meowed, flattening her ears awkwardly. "And I'm sure you could've been a -face, too!"
Rainstorm flattened her ears. "It's alright, they were just a bloody mess so I couldn't get attached to them," she meowed gently, shrugging off the healer's touch on her shoulder. Shaking her fur, she continued, "-and that's why this litter is all the more important to me. I'd love to have these kits." —Leggy 03:07, September 21, 2017 (UTC)
Cardinalflame, after returning from a successful hunt, licked at an agonizing wound on her front left leg. It was pretty impressive -- at least for a cut caused by a jagged stick. While dashing after her frightened prey, she'd brushed against it and tore open her flesh. Not like that was what the wild-minded Cardinalflame claimed to have happened.
It was a giant snake, bigger than a branch! No, there were three of them...and they were venomous! There was a dog, as well. As for the squirrel? Well...she claimed it as a prize, from the dog. It caught it, not her, but she killed all the venomous snakes, and the dog. With her claws sheathed. Or, so Cardinalblaze claimed...she was a much better story teller than a hunter.Silverstar 03:23, September 21, 2017 (UTC)
Mudface's features contorted into an irritated scowl. Hot? I think not! She shot the silver warrior a glare. Her brothers were silent as she flicked her tail harshly. "Hot?" A slight laugh before she grew serious, as serious as she could be. "Obviously your blind as no she-cat can compare to me." A rather snooty "hmph" as she gave a slight nod of approval at her own words. She had even been named for her beauty. Well the -face part at least.
Antstorm and Eelshade, all the while was used to their sisters selfish ways. Since she had been young, she'd had toms flocking for her attention. She, of course, paid no mind to them. Mudface stood tall after her words had been spoken. She ought to pay this "hot" queen a visit. She waved her brothers forward as she lurched to where the queen rested. "Evening Cedarleaf," the warrior said with a sniff as she poked her head in.
The queen, Rainstorm, was offly large and seemed (still peculiar) to the young warrior. "You must be Rainstorm," she swished her tail as she strode in standing tall before the queen. "I'm Mudface," she said proudly, obviously flaunting the name she thought was great. A glance back at her brothers and just past them Silverfang. But I am the Chosen One 03:25, September 21, 2017 (UTC)
Silverfang laughed over his shoulder at Mudface's irritation, lashing his tail. He paused in his stride, and turned to face her again. "She's got a prettier face than yours, and looks good even while pregnant, which is definitely something you'd never pull off, being so skinny and all," he taunted. Of course, he was kind and gentle and didn't mean what he said to Mudface, but he also couldn't stand for her constant bullying of newcomers, especially when they were clearly as distressed as the pregnant cat looked. He twitched his whiskers again and turned, to walk into the warrior's den while she fumed behind him.
Rainstorm looked up from her bed as a newcomer walked in. She propped herself up to look at the brown cat, noting her wide face and tall ears. "Mudface?" she repeated skeptically, noting the pride in the she-cat's tone. "Like, named after mud? The gross stuff out in the dirtplace? Alright," she meowed coolly, flicking her ears nonchalantly. "But yes, I'm Rainstorm. And I'm being examined by the healers right now, so unless you're here for them, now's not a good time for introductions," she added, lashing her tail and gesturing towards the exit. She cast a glance at Cedarleaf, wondering silently if all clan cats were this nosy. —Leggy 01:45, September 22, 2017 (UTC)
Ears still flattened, Swiftstar felt his fur rise in embarrassment. "Sorry, I don't know why I said that," he mumbled. He quickly looked for a way to change the subject. "Yeah, I was thinking of who I would assign them to. We don't know how many she's having yet, but I can promise you an apprentice of your own, Bluewhisker," he meowed, looking back at the pretty she-cat.
Pineleaf narrowed her eyes at Mudface. "Do you mind? If you hear us in here with a patient, I expect you to respect their privacy," the healer meowed, voice lowered to intimidate the arrogant she-cat. "I can easily make that -face suffix meaningless," she said, though the threat was empty. "Now, Mudface, if you'd excuse us, you can flaunt your looks elsewhere for now. I'm quite busy with Rainstorm, since she's due very, very soon." The healer flicked her tail across the cocky warrior's nose, dismissing her. Emberpaw nodded. "If you need treatment, please wait outside," the apprentice added, though it wasn't quite necessary at that point. — nervousbreakdance 02:05, 09/22/2017