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

Otterleap • Male • 51 moons • Warrior • Camp • Mentions: TRC Group; Scorchstar

The secluded, handsome male lay in the full brunt of the rain, his bulky skull resting on his round paws. His eyes rested shut, absorbing the sounds of the rain and joyous sounds of cubs and apprentices (as well as a few warriors) celebrating the island-wide storms. An adolescent lept over the sleeping hunk's torso, flecking mud on his obstacle's back. Normally, Otterleap would have scolded the young tiger, but in this celebrated weather, he couldn't help but smile and lift his head, flipping his tail so that it might attract the attention of a youngun. Feeling a sudden spark of immaturity, he rolled further onto his side, lifting a wide paw. It swung towards a patch of muddy ground, vaulting a clump of soft mud playfully towards the apprentice and landing a dark brown splotch on the young male's shoulder. His play was interrupted by Scorchstar's thundering voice, calling his name — among others — to the Roaring Call. Smoothly, the warrior stood, padding sloppily after the Leader. This was, by far, not his first Roaring Call, having gone many times since his first trip as an Apprentice. And so, he was prepared to trek the jungle and wait for the break into the expansive meadow, where he'd see the faces of lions and countless other species of cats.

Lilypaw | 7 Moon Female | Camp | Mentions: TRC Group; Scorchstar
A light green-yellow gaze follows the departing tigers whom were allowed to attend 'The Roaring Call'. Lilypaw tips her head to the side, long pink tongue lolling from her jaws to lap at her nose which is of a darker pigment. She stretches out, patting the soft and rather cushion-y mud with both her forepaws, eyes studying the imprint her paws create. "I wonder what The Roaring Call is like," She murmurs, lifting a paw and tracing a circle in the mud with one of her toes. Then she slices thin tally marks into the circle with a claw, continuing to sloppily slice the lines. One, two, three, four, five....she continues to count until she's bored of it. Lilypaw stands up and steps over the circle, swiping her tail across the mud, smearing the circle and scratches away.
Lilypaw glances around the camp. Prey pile. She could eat something. As if on cue her belly rumbles and the young tigress pads across camp, her paws sinking into the mud with every step. The mud feels weird between her toes. Not bad, it's rather cooling, but just... strange . Hmm. Lilypaw lowers her head and licks one of the silvery fish. Then she grabs it and hauls it away from the prey pile, tucking it as best she could under her chin. Lilypaw bounds away, ungracefully slipping in the mud when attempting to slow down, which results in her tripping and falling on her face. "Ooph!" Lilypaw cries, sitting back on her haunches with mud clinging to her face. The apprentice shakes her head, the fish laying a few feet in front of her. The tawny-furred tigress spits out a glob of mud and then shakes her head again. "Well, that was ungraceful," She says out loud, standing up to retrieve her fish. With another shake of her pelt she flops down, plopping the fish inbetween her paws to gnaw on it.

| Scorchstar |
Male • 97 Moons • Amur x Bengal Tiger (Golden Tabby) • Leader
Location: Outside Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Snowpaw, Lilypaw, Dawnwhisper, Patcheart / {Indirectly} Moonpaw

As Snowpaw came galloping after them Scorchstar’s golden gaze narrowed, a large paw moving to block the young apprentice as she caught up to them. “And where do you think you’re going? I didn’t call for you,” he commented, glancing back in the direction of the camp.. Dawnwhisper appeared content to remain, but sending Snowpaw in her stead hadn’t been her decision to make. He considered turning the youngster away, but seeing the excitement in her eyes had his harsh expression softening if only slightly.

“Go walk with your brother,” he relented before addressing the rest of the group. “Patcheart will lead you to the Roaring Call. I will join you shortly. There is something in camp that requires my attention.” Padding back through the entrance, he witnessed Lilypaw’s less than graceful tumble and stepped toward her. The apprentice appeared to be alright so he didn’t ask if she was alright. It had perhaps been an oversight on his part to only send one apprentice. After some consideration, he concluded Moonpaw and Snowpaw would benefit from having more cubs their rank attending.

“Lilypaw, you may join the Roaring Call Patrol, if you like. If you hurry you can catch up with them now or wait for me. Don’t take too long to decide,” he said before turning his attention back to the tigress he had come to speak with, “Dawnwhisper, a word please.”

Lilypaw | 7 Moon Female | Camp > Out of Camp | Mentions: Scorchstar,
TRC Group
Lilypaw tilted her head curiously as Scorchstar approaches. Her gaze lights up with excitement at the prospect of The Roaring Call. Her? Go? "Thank you, sir!" Lilypaw meows, taking two big bites of the fish, leaving only the head when she saunters across the camp. Every step has a bounce to it, and not even the idea of being an after thought can make her frown. Wearing a silly grin Lilypaw bounds forward, her paws splashing in every puddle spotted along the path; she purposefully pounces into them. Upon seeing the group she quickens her pace, shoulders rising and falling with every step, tawny pelt rippling as developing muscles work. The youth slides to a stop, her forepaws splashing in one of the murky puddles. Even so Lilypaw hops over it and bounces at the edge of the group, eyes searching for some cubs her same age.

Winterflame| 25 Moons| Female Siberian Tiger| Warrior| Mentions: TRC party [Indirectly] Open for Interaction

The fiery hued female slunk out of her hiding place to catch up to the small group, her quick nap being her downfall. Had she been paying attention, perhaps she wouldn't have been at the back of the party. Giving Scorchstar and Patchheart an apologetic glance as she passed, Winterflame galloped forward, her massive form quickly making its way through the dense, wet jungle. Coming to a stop beside Otterleap, the she-cat shook out her pelt, making sure not to get any of the water on the male next to her. Leaves and tall grass brushed against her legs and flanks, trailing completely new stripes across her body, making her pelt a myriad of broken lines. Mist rose up in front of her muzzle, dissipating just as quickly as it had formed, and showing how much the temperature had dropped. Winterflame took in the scents around her, noting that the wild pigs native to their territory were out in spades, the perfect game should any of her clan mates decide to go hunting while they were gone. This was her first Roaring Call as a warrior, she'd been once before as an apprentice, but this was going to be different.

Fallenpaw| 8 Moons| Male Malayan Tiger| Apprentice| Mentions: Open for Interaction

Soft eyes watched from under a thick bush as most of the warriors, and a few lucky apprentices, left to join Solclan and Roseclan for the Roaring Call. Being such a new apprentice, the little male wasn't surprised that he hadn't been chosen to go, he was still learning and it would most likely be awhile before he was allowed to attend. Flicking rounded ears, he settled into his makeshift den, playing absentmindedly with the brambles as Scorchstar cornered Dawnwhisper, his expression terrifyingly serious. The rain made the leader's deep, rumbling voice too muffled to hear anything, so Fallenpaw turned away from what was obviously a private conversation and took to watching the rainfall. His mother basked in the cool air in front of the nursery, her bold stripes darkened by the water. He knew that her hips had been bothering her lately, and vaguely wondered if the cool air helped at all. If not, she would need to get back inside the warmth of the den soon, lest her pain become even worse. Skypaw, his sister, was nowhere to be seen, her lengthy body and legs gone from camp. Narrowing his eyes, Fallenpaw searched the surrounding area, concluding that if she wasn't in the apprentice's den, then she was out hunting. After all, she did enjoy the water, and this heavy rain brought out boar, her favorite prey. Dangerous prey, he only hoped that she had brought along an older warrior for backup should the need arise.

Redtooth | Male | Camp | Warrior | 88 Moons | Mentions: TRC Party

As his name was called and Scorchstar announced it was time to leave, the darkly striped lad stood slowly, his coat heavy and slick from the trapped moisture. His large paws and the end of his long white-tipped tail were brown from the mud underneath his paws, the soil had turned to mush after the heavy rainfall and the constant disturbance the younger tigers made. He flicked his ears, dissuading the cold beads from entering his drums. The warrior's expression was one of indifference as he padded through the camp, swift and silent as a shadow, breezing past the tumbling youngsters and his remaining clan-mates without word nor sound. His jaw was set grimly, his molars grinding against each other. While he was was pleased he would be joining the selected few to attend The Roaring Call, Redtooth couldn't help but feel as if he were trotting off into a battlefield. He would be surrounded by felines he did not know, did not wish to know. The only Clan of importance was ShadeClan, his birth Clan, the others were fair game for battles and territory disputes, not to share meal and drink with. Nevertheless, he would not dishonor Scorchstar by misbehaving or allowing his temper to get the better of him. If he must play the civil gentleman, he would, if only for the day.

"I'd rather be cold and honest, than warm and fake."
Icepaw||♀||Bengal Tiger||28 moons||Apprentice||Mentions:Everyone[indirectly]

The young tigress woke up to see the sun is already up. Icepaw blinked several times, trying to get rid of the sleepiness. She immediately got up and walked out of her den, laying down on her lazing rock. Placing her paws under her head, she watched the movement before her, knowing today some special tigers will be leaving for The Roaring Call. The envy of not being invited started eating her up, soon finding herself breathing faster. Icepaw blinked nonchalantly and in a second, her breathing went back to normal. She decided to keep silent and try spotting some others apprentices. She stared at the camp, observing a few. Unfortunately, she was new around here, so Icepaw didn't manage to learn their names. The young tigress gazed at the group of "special" tigers, her eyes staring through everyone as always.

| Firestorm |
Female • 73 Moons • Indochinese Tiger • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Darkpaw

As the rain began to ease, barely felt now beneath the thick canopy shielding camp from the skies above, Firestorm approached the apprentice's den. Peering inside through the entrance, she sought out her daughter and was pleased to find the adolescent had remained where she requested. "The rain has calmed. You can come out now if you like. I'm sure your mentor will be looking for you."



| Spiderfang |
Male • 61 Moons • Sumatran Tiger • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Everyone in camp

As the last of the tigers attending the Roaring Call departed, Spiderfang gave those who remained in camp a moment to collect themselves before moving to the center of the clearing. "Anyone who feels comfortable going on patrol, please gather here so we can discuss!" He called, voice loud enough to be heard over the rain, but far from the rumbling authority that could always be heard in Scorchstar's tone when he spoke. Spiderfang wasn't especially comfortable ordering his Clanmates around, but they couldn't very well sit around and do nothing all day.



| Thornbite |
Male • 49 Moons • Bengal Tiger (Leucistic) • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Indirectly} Moonpaw

Thornbite had returned to the clump of ferns he had previously sheltered beneath before bidding his son a safe journey, rather unhappy with the weather. Mud now streaked his white pelt just from crossing the camp and the cold rain chilled his skin. As Spiderfang called for able warriors to join a patrol however he forced himself to his paws again with a grunt and headed toward the other male dutifully, though his flattened ears, twitching tail-tip and cold blue gaze gave away his disgruntlement.

"I'd rather be cold and honest, than warm and fake."
Icepaw||♀||Bengal Tiger||28 moons||Apprentice||Mentions:Flarepaw[directly/briefly]

The young and bored tigress continued watching the camp in silence for a few minutes. As soon as rain started pouring down, she sighed and coughed several times. Icepaw hurried and entered the apprentice den. As soon as she entered, her gaze stopped on a rather peach-colored young tigress. She lifted an eyebrow, though somehow happy on the inside to finally see an apprentice. She couldn't stop herself from saying something "Who are you?" Her eyes locked on the younger apprentice, her gaze yet again mean, even if she didn't want it to be that way. As she waited for her response, her tail started flicking.