Stoneclimber | Male | Camp | Warrior | 108 Moons | Mentions: Frozenglow, Glacierwing [Minor] Swanstar [Direct]

"I'd hate to miss a good morning patrol." He replied, lowering himself onto his haunches in order to finally confront his slightly moist fur. Curving his upper body, the tom ran his course tongue over his spine, licking away the slick trail the melted snow had caused. An ear flicked at her commentary and briefly, Stoneclimber glanced in the direction Frozenglow had sauntered off and purred, "Not much a cub anymore, dearest." Their son, who had once been smaller than the size of Stoneclimber's own paw at birth, had grown up and while perhaps at times the young male might not seem like it, he was a warrior of their clan now. As was their daughter Glacierwing, who he had yet to spot among the variation of felines. Straightening his posture, Stoneclimber lapsed into a familiar watchful silence, content with the sounds of their camp slowly coming to life with the remainder of the members rousing from their nests and the activity going on outside of the dens. His tail curled neatly around his paws as he looked on with intelligent slate grey eyes, waiting for any signs of a patrol to be sent out. Even though he had only just arrived to their camp, Stoneclimber was always eager to contribute to holding their territory and providing food for everyone.

{My apologies for the shortness this time around. Don’t have much energy at the moment, but I was stubbornly determined to get some replies out.}

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

Mambafang’s glanced after Rattlecub as she scurried away, watching as she sifted through the fresh-kill pile in search of an appropriate piece of prey. “You shouldn’t be so hard on her. She won’t be a cub forever, and her behavior is hardly unusual. Do you think Clan-born cubs don’t play in mud or pounce on tails?” Though her tone was scolding, it was not unkind and should Cliffwalker find the courage to meet her gaze she would find only warmth and amusement. “She is hardly a bother. I’m quite fond of your sister. I hope, when the day comes for her to be apprenticed, Swanstar will consider me for her mentor,” she admitted in a more hushed tone. “What would you think of that?” She asked curiously, wondering if the Cougar had heard tales of her traitorous parents from the other cats.



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

Brody tensed as the leopards flanked him, expression betraying his uncertainty, but Nightfrost’s explanation made sense and soothed his rising hackles. “Understandable. I will comply,” he relented, trying to ignore the uncomfortable closeness of Echosoul and Frozenglow at his sides. Copperthorn seemed an unusual name, but oddly fitting for his brother. He was confident this cat must be who he was looking for. Shaken from his thoughts by Frozenglow inquiring his name, it hit him he had never shared it when Echosoul initially asked. “I’m Brody. May I ask, what are you called?”

Oakfall
Male | 28 Moons | Liger | Warrior
Location: Beyond RoseClan Border | Mentions: Swanstar - Brody - Nightfrost - Frozenglow - Echosoul {Indirectly}

Concealed in the shadow of trees he walked on, the scent of elk in his nose and the the wind to his face, caring his own smell within its breeze south of him. Large paws eerily quick with the weight of him, and his tail hung low twitching and vibrating as he drew closer to the bushes that hopefully concealed his prey. Away from camp without anyone's knowledge, he knew it best not to make his own patrols, but after his announcement to the leader in private that'd he'd help in no battles, especially against MudClan, he felt he'd had to do something for his fellow clan-mates, worried she think he turned his back on them.

Hoping that wasn't what it seemed, he was only worried about the death a battle would cause, and couldn't help but agree with the canines in their desperate need for equality, but dared not say that to anyone. The sound of voices interrupted his thoughts and he froze in place, the faint crunch of hooves hopping through fallen leaves drawing farther and farther. But he couldn't help but ignore it along with the disappointment at his failed hunt, when one of the voices sounded foreign to him, and one of the more familiar he knew belonged to Echosoul.

He's always been quiet fond of her, somehow drawn without realizing it to her motherly attitude. Getting a bit protective of his clan-mates, he stalked silently towards a low hanging tree branch, the golden rays of sun hiding his unusually bright pelt and five foot figure rather well. The large male could see the stranger talking to the snow leopardess, along with Nightfrost and Frozenglow. The male himself was rather large, but looked harmless, the conversation not at all aggressive or threatening. He sat still and continued to watch, making sure to remain downwind of them, hoping a sudden change in the breeze wouldn't expose his eavesdropping.

Nightfrost| 30 Moons| Jaguar (Melanistic)| Warrior| Mentions: Brody [Directly] Frozenglow, Echosoul [Indirectly]

Hearing the two males speaking behind her, the ebony fae turned to glance over her shoulder, her ears picking up the rogue's rumbling answer to Frozenglow's question. Loner names had always bewildered her, but she knew that it was probably the same for those that didn't follow the warrior code, or believe in Starclan. They most likely thought that the clan cats were insane, basically worshiping the ghosts of their ancestors that supposedly lived in the sky, controlling everything that happened. Putting it that way, their misunderstanding and aversion to doing the same made sense, not that Nightfrost would ever betray her beliefs. She knew that Starclan existed, but also understood why some might not share in her faith.
"I am called Nightfrost." The answer was simple and smooth, delivered in a friendly tone as the she-cat veered towards camp, leading the small, impromptu patrol home. She hoped that none of the warriors of her clan got the wrong message. She knew that some were more likely to attack first and ask questions later, including Copperthorn, the one that Brody might be looking for. If that happened, she didn't know what the consequences would be. Worry in her eyes, Nightfrost vowed to herself that she would defend this newcomer no matter what, even against the much bigger males that padded around camp. It was foolish, she knew, but there was something about him that intrigued her.

Bramblepaw| 18 Moons| Persian Leopard| Apprentice| Mentions: Open for Interaction, Stoneclimber [Minor- Indirectly]

The muggy heat of the jungle seeped into short, thick fur, making the heavy body that it belonged to feel even more so. Fog rose from the forest floor, blanketing the surrounding area in a dense silver mist. Dark tree trunks barely peeked out of the gray, their green canopies showering dappled light down on the ground, illuminating the young leopard's way home. This close to the river, the haze was particularly thick, but he knew how to navigate it, he had been there often enough to know where to go. Not far from where he was, sat his personal training hollow, close to the Solclan border and basically unpatrolled by his clanmates. Every once in awhile a small group of warriors would return to refresh the scent markers, but little prey survived there and rogues avoided it specifically because of the murky air. Thanks to this, no one had yet to find where he disappeared to. It frustrated his mentor greatly. Using large, stumbling paws, the apprentice ambled towards home, soon breaking out of the brume to catch a whiff of the familiar scent of home. Stoneclimber would be searching for him by now, he was sure, and that set his wandering pace to a faster speed.

Birds called out to warn others as he passed beneath them, not even caring that his loud walk would alert prey. He wasn't on a hunting mission, he was on a survival one. If Stoneclimber managed to catch him out of camp... Bramblepaw shivered at the thought. Not that the old snow leopard was vicious by any means, but he did know how to make one feel quite bad about missing out on training. Heaving a sigh, the tom hurried on, intent on reaching camp in record time.

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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; Brody Party

"Oh, I know," Swanstar replied, her tone holding mock complaint and her regal body pressing against her husband's, "But a mother can dream." In that moment, as she mentioned her now-grown son, her chest ached with wishful thinking. Was she in a position to have another litter? Is her beloved Stoneclimber? Most importantly, was the Clan? She was the only female Clan leader and Roseclan was already routinely ridiculed. Solclan, ruled by the majestic and powerful Eveningstar, was full of muscular and ferocious lions. Shadeclan, the stealthy and bulky tigers, by the formidable Scorchstar. Roseclan was, by far, the weakest. An amalgamation of everything from a gentle Liger to the minuscule, yet feisty, caracal. A few species, including herself and her family, also required a considerable amount of time spent in only the coldest of climates, which lie a considerable amount of time away camp. The tip of the female's tail twitched as she dived deeper into the pool of her thoughts, broken only by a peculiar smell (paired with a few familiar clanmates') that wafted through camp. The strange smell also seemed to incite a degree of emotion in a certain jaguar — Copperthorn — whose fur bristled and eyes betrayed fury, confusion, and a hint of joy all in two sepia irises.

Stoneclimber | Male | Camp | Warrior | 108 Moons | Mentions: Swanstar, Bramblepaw, Nightfrost & Co., [Minor] Glacierwing [Direct]

The male glimpsed towards Swanstar with a look of somber adoration as a familiar clouded expression ghosted over her soft, feminine features, the RoseClan leader tucking herself into her own thoughts. He understood the longing. Had it been so long ago that he'd been wrestling his cubs in the center of camp? Making a fool of himself and lurking at their tails to ensure they didn't cause trouble? The moons passed so quickly. It seemed that only yesterday did he tuck his head across his mate's flank as she nursed. Great Ancestors, he felt old despite having many good seasons left. He blinked in realization, then glanced around the camp once more. No, not searching for his family this time but for the familiar pale golden onyx-spotted coat of Bramblepaw -- his apprentice. Cool silvery grey irises hardened just slightly as he failed to immediately locate the leopard. Just about everyone was up and about, he doubted Bramblepaw would still be in the apprentice den. Stoneclimber released a long, weary sigh. The young tom was probably outside of camp again, it wouldn't be the first nor the last time, he was sure and as always, Stoneclimber would not fail in giving him an earful. His nostrils flared slightly as he inhaled, the muscles under his coat growing taut as he tensed, breathing the aromas in the air which carried freshly into the clan's camp on a healthy breeze. Swanstar had sensed it, too, he noted. The fragrance was RoseClan, but not all, he was afraid. He couldn't pick out individual scents but there was certainly RoseClan cats on the winds, laced lightly in something... unfamiliar. Carefully masking his expression, Stoneclimber looked at the gathered felines, wondering if they, too, had noticed. He was a little too intent on puzzling over what he was smelling and was only notified of his daughter's presence when he saw the young female gliding towards them from his peripherals. "Everything is fine." He spoke softly, tail twitching in the short grass. Perhaps just some clan-members returning to camp, He thought and Stoneclimber managed a warm smile towards his daughter, hoping to distract himself from the slightly frigid atmosphere. "You were hunting?" She smelled of boar and adrenaline, sign enough to tell she had not been lounging in camp like the majority of her clan.

Oakfall
Male | 28 Moons | Liger | Warrior
Location: Beyond RoseClan Border | Mentions: Brody - Nightfrost - Frozenglow - Echosoul {Indirectly}

The ligers breath caught in his throat as Echosoul closed in on him from the other side of the trees, not quick enough to hide his hulking form from her fast approach. Their noses touched before she took a few steps back, clearly shocked to see the warrior there, but he could also tell she knew what he'd been doing. With a curt nod from the leopardess, as well as a smile he almost didn't catch, she was on her way.

Thankful out of the small group huddled together within the forest, it was Echosoul who had found him out, he made sure his steps were silent and he turned to follow her lead. Hopefully the she-feline would let him in on the strangers reasoning for being amongst RoseClan territory.

"Do you know him?" His voice quiet as well as masculine despite his personality that was well known for being cub like. He wasn't sure what he was expecting as an answer, as the group seemed quite friendly towards one another. He was just far enough to see each cat clearly, but as the wind carried his scent away, it wasn't strong enough to carry their voices with it.

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

“Your mother sounds as if she is quite the lady. A shame I’ve never had the pleasure of making her acquaintance,” Mambafang replied, noting Cliffwalker’s hesitance. It wasn’t unusual for kin hoping to mentor kin, but was rarely practiced. She hoped Cliffwalker wouldn’t be too disappointed when she was not named her sister’s trainer, and Mambafang expected if she was given the honor of mentoring the feisty cub she would be seeing a lot more of her. The question here, truly, was whether or not Swanstar would trust her enough to allow her an apprentice after her parents attempted coup all those years ago,

“You needn't worry, You won’t be an unwelcome face, so long as you don’t make a habit of stealing her away from me or interrupting training sessions,” she teased. “You’re welcome to offer input. After all, Rattlecub would be my first apprentice, and you know her best. She may not act like it, but your guidance is important. A constant in her life. I have no desire to replace you, I only wish to assist in her growth. She’ll be a fine warrior someday, and she’ll have you to thank for a good deal of her success.”



| Brody |
Male • 33 Moons • Pantanal Jaguar • Rogue
Location: Roseclan Territory • Mentions: {Directly} Nightfrost, Echosoul, Frozenglow, Oakfall, Copperthorn, Swanstar, Stoneclimber, Glacierwing, everyone else in camp

“Nightfrost and Frozenglow...those are certainly interesting names,” he replied politely, more privately of the opinion they were quite the mouthful. As he examined his guards he considered they were perhaps fitting somehow, the jaguar ahead of him had a pelt reminiscent of a starless night sky and the white leopard’s pelt was so pale he seemed to stand out against their darker surroundings. As Echosoul departed without giving her own name he stared after her curiously, but kept himself from inquiring further. If she had wanted to share her name she would have done so before leaving. Perhaps, there would be time for a proper meeting later.

A golden coat among the underbrush caught his eye as Echosoul slipped away and Brody was surprised to find its owner was a giant of a cat, larger than any feline he had ever met, with features that reminded him of both a lion and a tiger. How intriguing… It seemed all kinds of cats shared this territory. As they drew closer to camp he caught a glimpse of concern in Nightfrost’s gaze and paused, the other cats now visible through the trees. Anxiety welled up inside him and his own gaze flickered with doubt. What would he do if he wasn’t well received? Would Nightfrost and Frozenglow be punished for inviting an unwelcome guest into the heart of their camp?

Though he had just met them, he didn’t like the thought of either of these friendly strangers being harmed, especially as a result of his own foolishness. Forcing down his nerves, he allowed Nightfrost and Frozenglow to lead him through the entrance, nose immediately assaulted by a myriad of scents. Panic tightened his chest and flooded his mind as the Clan cats gathered around him and Brody resisted the urge to flee. He glanced toward a rather authoritative looking pair standing only inches away with a younger cat who looked the same age as Frozenglow, all of them snowy furred and darkly spotted. Gazing between the four of them, he thought he could detect a family resemblance

His gaze settled next on Copperthorn, taking in the various emotions flashing across his brother’s face. For a moment, he wondered why he had gone through with this risk. They had never been close. Both were fairly reserved cubs, yet while Fire had taken to entertaining himself Brody clung to their mother. The few times they had played together the slightly larger male had always proven overly rough, and Brody would shove him away with a disgruntled expression whenever their play-fights grew too much for him. He left their family shortly after maturing with no explanation. Brody hadn't been surprised, their peaceful lifestyle hadn’t suited the fiery young male.

Still, he could feel only joy to set eyes on kin again. “Greetings,” he spoke up awkwardly, dipping his head to Swanstar and Stoneclimber as he returned his attention to the mates. “My name is Brody. I have not come to you with the intention to cause strife, only to be reunited with the brother I lost long ago. Your followers escorted me here after...finding me wandering and hearing my story. I hope my presence does not cause offense and I apologize for trespassing. If you wish for me to leave, I will do so with no ill will. I only ask I be allowed to speak with Copperthorn. If only for a moment,” he finished, gaze once again shifting to meet Copperthorn’s.