| Boomslangstorm |
Male • 30 Moons • Tanzanian Cheetah • Medicine Cat
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Finchfeather, Cliffwalker / {Indirectly} Rattlecub

Finchfeather’s cantankerous response was not matched by the playful glint in her eyes or her grinning expression, and for that Boomslangstorm was grateful. He didn’t have the patience to deal with a grouchy queen this morning, and while Finchfeather’s situation certainly entitled her more leniency from the irritable medicine cheetah than the usual birthmother, a cat could only take so much attitude before snapping back at the offender in return. “Good morning Finchfeather, Cliffwalker,” he greeted both with a respectful dip of his head. As Cliffwalker asked after Rattlecub’s whereabouts, Boomslangstorm scanned the camp, but found not even a hint of the mischievous puma cub. “If she’s not in the nursery you best begin checking the rest of camp. It won’t be the first time a cub has snuck out,” he suggested before moving closer to Finchfeather, gaze carefully checking the heavily pregnant female over for signs of new wounds or anything out of the ordinary. "How are you feeling this morning?”



| Mambafang |
Female • 48 Moons • African Leopard (Melanistic) • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Rattlecub

The slightest sound of scuffling paws struggling through brush behind the warrior’s den had a subtle smile easing across Mambafang’s muzzle, eyes remaining closed as she awaited the attack that was soon to follow. To anyone who glanced the black leopard’s way, it would appear as if she hadn’t a clue she were being hunted, calm as ever, body language relaxed and unsuspecting. She flicked her tail again, a bit more force behind it this time to make the movement more enticing for the hidden cub. Now, she need only wait for Rattlecub to make a move.



| Brody |
Male • 33 Moons • Pantanal Jaguar • Rogue
Location: Roseclan Territory • Mentions: {Directly} None - Open

Clan territory was rich with prey compared to the lands beyond, tempting scents taunting him at every turn. He had yet to catch anything, too concerned with keeping watching for Roseclan warriors on the prowl. ’I shouldn’t have come here…’ he thought grimly, but he had already come this far and it seemed cowardly to turn back now. An odd call in the distance caught his attention moments later and Brody paused, wondering what kind of creature could utter such a peculiar sound. Creeping forward on silent paws, he peered through the undergrowth at a large, plump bird with brown feathers and an ugly, naked head. Blinking in surprise as he had never seen such an animal before, he watched it for a time to gauge the bird’s defenses before feeling confident enough to attempt hunting it. Pressing forward, he waited until he could no longer go unseen before pouncing upon the bird, paws slamming it to the ground as he prepared to deliver a killing bite to the throat.

((I would really appreciate if someone could interrupt him/catch him in the act. I need a reason for him to be brought back to the camp.))

Stoneclimber | Male | Camp | Warrior | 108 Moons | Mentions: Frozenglow, Rocktree, Echosoul [minor],
Snowstar [Direct]

He twitched an ear as he gazed at the rabbit his son had so graciously offered however he currently did not have the appetite for the prey. As Frozenglow picked up his goat and trekked back into camp, Stoneclimber closed his mouth around the foot of the stiff carcass and followed him at a slower pace, raising his tail in acknowledgement to Rocktree adn Echosoul. Slate grey eyes would survey the gathered felidaes, many who were now active, in search of the pale and darkly spotted coat of his mate, who was not immediately detected. Tail lashing irritably, Stoneclimber continued to pad after Frozenglow to the fresh-kill pile, where he re-deposited the hare, a distracted look overcoming his facial features as the tom brushed his tail thankfully along his son's back before stepping away.
He only spotted her when Swanstar rather positively trekked towards him, running her slender and beautiful head underneath his own and resisting a bit of her own weight against his bulk. The feeling of her coat brushing against his was quite well-received, he could feel the soft texture as well as the body head radiating from underneath. Whiskers quivering in satisfaction, the leopard flicked out a course tongue and ran it over a well-rounded ear. Eyes gleaming in slight amusement, he rumbled, "Hello to you as well."

| Brody |
Male • 33 Moons • Pantanal Jaguar • Rogue
Location: Roseclan Territory • Mentions: {Directly} Nightfrost, Echosoul

"Who are you?"

Brody inwardly flinched, slowly turning his head to face the warrior as Echosoul burst into the small clearing. He'd grown so focused on his prey he had stopped listening for approaching pawsteps. The turkey still struggled beneath his paws and he was loath to let it escape, but eventually the bird's outstretched claws lashing at his chest and wildly beating wings became too much and he stepped aside, allowing the tom his freedom. He eyed the smaller cat, another creature of which he had never encountered of on his journey. She was like no leopard he had ever seen, with thick white fur dappled by darker spots. How peculiar... As he opened his mouth to speak, another voice sounded behind him and he was met with a more familiar sight, another jaguar, though her pelt was black as night, her spots barely visible under the darkness of the forest. Golden eyes narrowing, he felt any confidence he might have had left ebb away. He was outnumbered. "My name is Brody," he replied, a long pause following as he decided how much he should tell them. "...I mean no harm. I've come to see my brother."

((Hey Arcan, I tried to respond to your message earlier, but your inbox was full. Of course I’d be happy to interact with Nightfrost so I’m glad you made the post without waiting for a reply.))

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"There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow men. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self."

Swanstar • Female • 95 moons • Leader • Camp • Mentions: Stoneclimber; Frozenglow

Stoneclimber, in all his masculinity, still folded under the weight of his wife's loving touch. As Swanstar ran her elegant body along his, she felt every tiny muscle and strip of sinew pushing against the weight of her own frame. A gravelly purr made its way from the back of her throat when a sandpaper tongue scraped its way around her ear and she broke from the embrace. "Back just in time for morning patrols, I see," she murmured, stepping alongside her love. Her steel eyes followed her son's retreating form as he scaled a tree and left towards the woods. "Silly cub," she hummed, chuckling at Frozenglow's disinclination to stay around his parents for more than five minutes.




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"If all the world's a stage, then I want better lighting!"

Finchfeather • Female • 30 moons • One Month Pregnant • Birthmother • Camp Mentions: Boomslangstorm; Cliffwalker

"I haven't seen her," Finchfeather replied, glancing around camp to see if she could spot the young cougar. "I'm sure she hasn't gone far though," she chirped, hoping to reassure the younger female. Her large brown eyes traveled to the Medicine Cat, his figure similar to her own, and let him scan her sandy pelt for any new imperfection or unusual blemish. "I'm just fine, Boomslangstorm," she laughed, her spine weighed down with the weight of unborn cubs, "A little achy, but other than that, just as fine as yesterday. But now that you mention that, I am feeling a bit peckish."

| Boomslangstorm |
Male • 30 Moons • Tanzanian Cheetah • Medicine Cat
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Finchfeather / {Indirectly} Rattlecub, Cliffwalker

He found nothing beyond her healing wounds, a familiar surge of fresh anger threatening to wash over him as he examined the scars that would mar Finchfeather’s pelt possibly forever. If he ever had a chance to meet that coward Fatefleer again he might very well forget his medicine cat oath to do no harm and see how he liked a matching set. “That’s not unusual, if you like I can fetch you some boswellia to chew on for the pain,” he replied as Cliffwalker departed in search of Rattlecub. “Hm, in that case let’s hope Cliffwalker finds that sister of hers soon. If not I’ll bring you something.”



| Mambafang |
Female • 48 Moons • African Leopard (Melanistic) • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Rattlecub, Cliffwalker

A loud thump behind her had Mambafang simultaneously wincing in sympathy and doing her very best to hold in her snickering. Rattlecub’s eagerness must have gotten the best of her and led to a clumsy ambush. She doubted it would deter the cub from her target for long and was proved correct when needle sharp teeth closed around her tail and kicking hind paws soonafter joined her fangs. Mambafang heaved herself onto her forepaws, twisting the front half of her body around so she could peer down at Rattlecub. “Having fun?” She inquired, if Rattlecub’s attack was causing her any pain she gave no hint of it. The patter of approaching pawsteps had her head tilting in Cliffwalker’s direction. “Ooh, looks like you’re in trouble my little hunter. Here comes big sis.”



| Brody |
Male • 33 Moons • Pantanal Jaguar • Rogue
Location: Roseclan Territory • Mentions: {Directly} Nightfrost, Echosoul, Frozenglow / {Indirectly} Copperthorn

His gaze hardened slightly as the white-furred leopard claimed he was unwelcome and his body tensed, wondering if the females would team up to chase him off. “Is that your decision to make?” He asked, taking note of the uncertainty in her expression as she turned to her darker companion for reassurance. “Are you in charge of this land?” Nightfrost’s gentler tone and willingness to hear him out had him reconsidering his own tone and he gazed between the two apologetically. “I know I am trespassing. It wasn’t smart...I waited for quite a time at your border markings, but a patrol never came and if I’m being honest I’m not sure I was ready to face so many cats...it has been a long time since my brother and I have set eyes on one another. I do not know if he will want to see me-” He paused as a cat with a similar appearance to Echosoul dropped gracelessly from one of the surrounding trees, eyes widening with mild concern as the other male hit the ground. “...My brother’s name is Fire, or it was when I knew him. That might have changed after all this time. I’ve noticed cats rarely keep their cub names in adulthood. He looks a bit like me, perhaps a tad larger. He was the biggest cub of our litter. His fur would be similar to mine, only darker….not like yours mind you,” he continued, nodding to Nightfrost’s black fur. “Where mine is gold his is more...coppery I suppose you could call it.”