| Scorchstar |
Male • 96 Moons • Amur x Bengal Tiger (Golden Tabby Morph) | Leader
Location: River • Mentions: None [Open]

Large paws cut through the soft current with surprising grace, maneuvering the massive body of their owner leisurely over gentle waves. The water around him was bathed golden-orange, early morning sunlight reflecting his bright pelt across the river’s surface as he headed out to sea. Hunting was not Scorchstar’s objective at the moment, fish slipping beneath him unnoticed and ignored for the time being. Right now he simply needed a moment of peace. An escape from the realities of life. The river was the only thing that could offer him such solace. The only refuge he had now, since Spottedcloud had died so many years ago.

Sadness threatened to overwhelm and he viciously pushed his grief aside, unwilling to feel its cruel touch. There would be time for that later, when he returned to his nest alone as he did every night and was left with only his memories to lull him to sleep. He had never taken another mate. What was the point? No tigress could compare to her. None of them understood him as she had, he doubted they could handle his darkness. Some had tried to catch his attention and only been met with rejection, though it would be a lie to say he had never been tempted. Oh, what Spottedcloud must think of him for that. Perhaps it was his destiny to have only one mate. Considering his cursed blood, maybe it was for the best.

Finally he abandoned his course, breaking for the shore. Pulling himself back onto solid ground, he shook out his thick pelt, sending droplets of chilled water flying everywhere, no stone or blade of grass left untouched by the onslaught.



| Firestorm |
Female • 72 Moons • Indochinese Tiger • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Indirectly} Redtooth, Darkpaw, Lightpaw

Dawn light filtered into the warriors den, waking the slumbering tigress as it flashed across her closed eyelids. Coppery orbs peeked open sluggishly as a tired yawn stretched her jaws and she rolled onto her paws, leaving her nest behind to prepare for the day ahead. As she exited the den she paused just outside the entrance, stretching out each stiff limb before moving toward the prey pile. Her tired gaze flickered over Redtooth grooming his paws as she passed and she nodded to him in greeting before choosing the reminder of a monkey carcass.

Padding near the edge of the clearing, Firestorm settled on her belly and waited with crossed paws for Lightpaw and Darkpaw to appear from the apprentice’s den. Not a scrap of meat was taken from the carcass, as it had been selected solely to feed her children. Firestorm never took for herself without providing first and would not have a single morsel until she brought something back to replace it, but she held no such restrictions for her cubs, and StarClan help any tiger who attempted to deny them their right to feed.

Her thoughts drifted to her offspring's father and she pondered whether he might regret his abandonment, leaving her to raise their cubs on her own before they were even born while he followed his dreams of life as a loner. She would never understand what had motivated Flamefoot to leave, but she convinced herself she didn’t miss him.

Prey Taken: Monkey (20%)(I’m really bad at this so let me know if that’s too much for what I’m aiming to do here.)



| Spiderfang |
Male • 60 Moons • Sumatran Tiger • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Beetlecub / {Indirectly} Feathercloud, Darkwood

Pale eyes watched the cub curled against his belly fondly, warmth spreading from toes to tail-tip as she nestled deeper into his fur. Spiderfang wasn’t sure he had ever adored another living creature as much as Beetlecub, his heart filled to the brim with more love than he could ever have thought possible. From the moment he had set sights on her striped pelt the young warrior had known things would be different. It was rare for a father to sleep within the nursery’s walls, but considering Feathercloud had been the Clan’s only mother in moons there was more than enough room for both of them to share a nest with their beloved daughter.

Spiderfang had awoken to find his mate gone, her side of the nest cold, and unease crept under his pelt. Feathercloud was proving distant lately and worry nagged at him like a persistent flea. He had heard, at times, mothers felt an unexplainable sadness after birth. A sorrow that would heal with time, but meant they lacked some of their maternal instincts. Tail twitching, he made a mental note to ask Darkwood about it later. As Beetlecub squirmed beside him Spiderfang frowned, preparing to wake her before her dreams seemed to sort themselves out and she woke on her own moments later with a jubilant “Dad”! He smiled down at the youngster warmly. “Good morning my dear. Did you sleep well?”

|| Patcheart ||
| Female | 6Yrs (72Mns) | Siberian Tiger | Deputy |
| Location: Inner Jungle > Camp | MD: Dawnwhisper |
| MI: Redtooth, Firestorm, Echosky, Darkwood, Snakepaw, Honeypaw, Sunpaw |
The onyx banded feline padded from shadow to shadow, her shaggy paws making no sound as they were placed softly upon the ground. In her mouth, Patcheart held a particularly stunning black rock, striped with silver, which she had found during her morning swim. Though the female's mahogany and onyx fur was still slightly damp from her morning bath, it still had a mind of its own and stuck out in random directions as if it was trying to emulate flame. As the deputy walked into the camp, her pale yellow gaze darted back and forth in search of any of her children, or perhaps her brother. Seeing hide nor hair of either, the tigress silently ducked through a curtain of moss ,entering her personal den and placing her prize in a pile of similarly stunning rocks she had discovered out in the jungle.

Exiting her den, Patcheart stretched out her front paws and lowered the front of her body in a long luxuriant stretch, before padding quickly into the center of camp nodding to Firestorm, Redtooth, and Echosky before she sat next to Dawnwhisper and joined the tigress in bird-watching.

"Sometimes, as ridiculous as it sounds, I envy birds for their ability of flight."

"I don't stop when I'm tired, I stop when I'm done."

Snakepaw
Male | 23 moons | Apprentice | Siberian Tiger | Location: Camp | Mentions: [Directly] Patcheart [Indirectly] Honeypaw, Sunpaw
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With a grunt, the large apprentice stumbled into camp, tail lashing behind him. Thorns were stuck in his body everywhere, a few claw marks lay on his shoulders as well, which stung just a bit. He licked his lips before standing up straight, not wanting anybody to question where he had been, and why he was all scratched up. The young male had ventured out into the forest alone, and had encountered many a thorn and also a few animals, those who had angrily scratched him as he, being intrigued and curious, bugged them by lumbering through their home. He had also found an incredibly large tree and had climbed very high in it, finding he could see very far. The view had been incredible. Looking down at his scratched paw, Snakepaw lifted it up and licked it, cleaning it from blood. Putting his oddly large paw on the ground, he looked around for any of his family, or maybe even friends. He couldn't see any of his siblings, neither Honeypaw nor Sunpaw, and felt disappointed. He wanted to tell them everything he did!

Left ear flicking, Snakepaw looked around and soon spotted his mother. He definitely didn't want her seeing him. Especially not till he had got cleaned up. She would just scold him and ask what he did. Trying to be as sneaky as possible, the large apprentice moved to the edge and began slinking towards the apprentice den and, although he was confident that he was unnoticed, his deputy mother would no doubt notice his large, stocky body and bright orange pelt as it attempted to slink around the edges of camp.

Redtooth | Male | Camp | Warrior | 88 Moons | Mentions: Patcheart, Dappleheart, Firestorm, Snakepaw [Minor]

Eventually, the tom had successfully managed to lick away the bits and crumbs of his meal and he set his broad head to lay atop his large paws. Gradually, he could sense the camp becoming more lively. Among his striped comrades, simple chatter could be heard, nothing interesting enough that he felt inclined to invite himself into one of the conversations. A dark-hued ear flicked as a fly buzzed close, attracted to the scent of blood and flesh on his tongue. Redtooth's eyes, which had previously been in a half-mast, relaxed state widened ever so slightly so the male could get another thorough glimpse around camp. Ah, there was the deputy Patcheart returning. And there -- Firestorm with a kill at her paws. On the opposite side of the camp, he could detect Dappleheart settling herself on a rocky perch. And creeping along his peripherals, sly, was the apprentice Snakepaw. Aureate irises dancing with amusement, the hessian's eyes took note of the young male's disheveled state yet, as if he saw nothing, Redtooth looked away. His white-tipped tail tapped the ground underneath his behemoth physique faintly, and with a roll of his hips, the virile male shifted his position, stretching his strong hind legs off to the side. He watched the camp more actively now, waiting for more clan-mates to make themselves known.

Honeypaw
Female| 23 moons | Apprentice | Siberian Tiger | Location: Camp | Mentions: [Directly] Snakepaw [Indirectly] Patcheart

Honeypaw slid into the spot next to her brother easily watching around them as her tail flicked around lazily almost in an agitated manner "You went out without me" she growled lazily as her eyes flashed towards where their mother stood "I can't help you lie to Ma right now, she just saw me leave the den, so don't use me as an excuse for the cut" she muttered "Unless you wanna go at it right now and act like it was some stupid sibling fight" the female spoke her eyes flashing with playfulness as she batted at her brother before she walked off her large paws making a soft noise over the leaves she stepped on, she chuffed quietly as she walked through a patch of sunlight before settling down right there her body stretching out as she closed her eyes

|| Patcheart ||
| Female | 6Yrs (72Mns) | Siberian Tiger | Deputy |
| Location: Camp | MD: Dawnwhisper, Snakepaw |
| MI: Honeypaw, Sunpaw, Others|
"Their ability to travel. They are not hindered by jungle, mountains, or even oceans...and though we may be the rulers of the jungle. Birds rule the air. All in all....I think they have the better deal."

Lifting up a large paw, Patcheart thoroughly removed the debris that had stuck to her paw-pads after her swim. Enjoying the gentle breeze that whispered down from the treetops to dart through the feline's onyx and mahogany fur the tigress idly watched a vulture as it circled above the camp, eyeing the food pile with black eyes. She would have to draw the attention of those who where within the camp and organize a few patrols. This morning had started out slow, a rarity as the days until the The Roaring Call decreased in number with an inevitable rhythm....but it was unwise to let things linger for long. It had been almost a week since she had sent out a patrol to the outer islands that shared no border with the other clans...the borders that Shadeclan shared with Solclan and Roseclan had become the deputy's priority. Whispers of sabotage, murder, and betrayal where murmured in conversations during breakfast, lunch, and dinner...and as much as she tried, Patcheart had not been able to stop the growing sense of unease that had made its home within Shadeclan's camp.

She could only hope that the Roaring Call would not give fuel to the dark rumors.

Glancing at Dawnwhisper as the tigress stared up at the circling birds, Patcheart made a mental note to give the warrior one of the brilliant feathers the Deputy had collected during one of her walks...the clanmate seemed to have a particular interest in the clan's avian neighbors and she might enjoy the gift. That would have to wait for a later time though...for now it was time to get things moving.

"Dawnwhisper, I need you hunt down the tigers within the camp and inform them to start getting ready for mourning patrol designations. Whoever is ready is to wait by the sunning-boulder. Tigers who are not there when I return from my conversation with my son will have to endure an afternoon patrol...make sure to mention that I don't believe that the sun will be forgiving today. I enjoyed our conversation as short-lived as it was...I apologize that I have to take my leave so soon, but I need to catch Snakepaw before he successfully finds cover."

That last sentence was stated with a certain amount of irony, a hint of amusement and frustration glinting within Patcheart's eyes as she nodded a respectful farewell to Dawnwhisper. No, she had not missed her son 'sneaking' into camp, nor had she missed Honeypaw as she quickly trotted up to Snakepaw for a brief chat before making a quick retreat towards a patch of sunlight. Sometimes Patcheart marveled at those two particular siblings....tigers that she had raised for 23 moons, where under the impression that they could keep their little adventures under lock and key. A shadowed look passed over Patcheart's pale irises...perhaps it was getting around time to set down some ground rules....it would only be a few more weeks until her children became warriors.

Pausing for a second to shake off the sudden weight of foreboding that had cloaked her pelt with that thought, Patcheart made her way towards her son until she was standing between him and his apparent destination.

"And what have you been up to this morning, Snakepaw?"

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"I used to be better. I used to be better. I used to be better."

Otterleap • Male • 50 moons • Warrior • Camp • Mentions: Patchheart and co. (Indirect); Redtooth; Scorchstar (Indirect)

Replete and satisfied, Otterleap stood, observing the numbers of tigers that had awoken from their slumber and were making themselves known. Across the way, the Deputy Patchheart spoke to Dawnwhisper, sending her off, and turned her attention to her son, who was himself dirty, unkempt, and clawed across his shoulders. Perhaps it was a hunt gone awry? Or a dawn spar? Who knew but the apprentice and whatever scraped his fur. He chuckled internally, but did not allow a smile to cross his ever-serious face. Another glance around did not reveal the ginger form of the clan's leader, prompting a wrinkle to form above the tiger's eyes. Scorchstar's absence always worried the male, though he was sure no harm had come to the odd-coloured beast. Yet, it wouldn't hurt to speak with some of his fellow warriors about the issue. A few yards away, the large brute that was Redtooth lounged in silence, no doubt observing the clan like Otterleap had been doing moments before. Such was the way of males, always watching and never speaking. "Redtooth," he chuffed, coming to a halt and lowering himself to his haunches, "Have you, by any chance, seen Scorchstar?"


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"It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men."

Beetlecub • Female • 3 moons • Cub • Nursery • Mentions: Spiderfang

Gleeful steps carried Beetlecub's tiny frame from the warmth of her father's stomach towards the friendly shadow of his face upon the ground. With odd, clumsy movements, the cub scrambled over his large paws and muscular legs, scaling them as if they were miniature mountains. Emulating the friendly gesture seen demonstrated between friendly cats, her head stretched up and bonked the adult's chin in a move perhaps rougher than it should have been. With her small stature, however, it was sure to be painless. A second later though, her face fell and her brow furrowed as Spiderfang's question registered. The young tigress's face betrayed a degree of confusion and she remained unusually silent until she slowly began to speak. "I dunno. Kind of," the cub murmured, tilting her head and punctually setting her rump down, "There was this... Dog. It was big. And spotty. That's... that's all I 'member." She looked up at her father with a slight look of apology, as if the male would be angry with her for not remembering correctly.

Redtooth | Male | Camp | Warrior | 88 Moons | Mentions: Scorchstar [Minor] Otterleap [Direct]

Upon his name being called, the brujo would pivot his thick skull and watch through molten gold irises as the bulk of Otterleap approached. "Aye?" The Siberian hessian's round, dark ears strained to attention as he ignored all other happenings and gave his fellow warrior his undivided attention. At the mention of their leader, Redtooth found his eyes roaming slowly over the gathered felidaes in search of the distinct feline, yet he saw nothing. Whiskers would twitch at this realization, the only hint that the virile would even a little worried. But as his gaze shifted to Otterleap once more, there as an easy-going expression on his complexion. "Can't say I have," Came his deep reply, low and rumbling in a baritone of a voice. His head tipped faintly to the side, striped tail shifting. "Though, I imagine he's not gone far, if you're searching for him." Some of the tigers seemed to be returning from hunts if not just rousing from their comfortable nests, many were lounging in the open sun, chatting among themselves while others daydreamed or swiped some prey from the pile. No one seemed too overly worried that their leader was missing, if they noticed at all. Scorchstar's scent may still be on the breeze if they were active in looking for him should something go awry and they still had Patcheart if the clan needed order. Aye, there was little to worry about.