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Leafbare was relentless, often. Taking those who did not deserve to go so soon.

The wind was screaming at the cats who dared to still hold open their eyes and close their ears to its criticisms. The moon above was a beacon, however, silencing any doubts, keeping worried cats still. The faint of heart certainly would never sign up for a task like this, but most cats of the clan had experienced leafbares as harsh as this. If not for the community, many a feline would have submitted themselves to their fate, and perhaps utter a pleading cry for all of it to end.

Maybe it was bravery, maybe it was stupidity, maybe it was fear of the unknown that kept Frostclan cats from fleeing. An odd competition to see who the last cat standing was. The cats joked about leafbare even though they knew they might not wake to see next sunrise. Such was the way of the Deities, sometimes.

Pineheart eased himself outside of the warriors' den, careful not to disturb his denmates, or what was left of them. His hazel eyes looked east, where he knew his friends were waiting for his next move. His breath came out as wisps of smoke, easily visible against the dark sky. Small flakes of snow clung to his insulated fur. The chocolate tabby let out a grunt, less because of the cold, and more because of the difficulties he'd face escaping the clan with cats on watch.

"Starclan help me."

He would have to press on now, or risk the entire plan falling, and the consequences following that. This was the right thing to do for his cats, he knew. Doing his best to stay away from the sentries' fields of vision, Pineheart worked slowly, meticulously. the once fresh snow crunched under pressure, but was silenced. His breath was deep so to not rouse attention, even if it meant cold, burning air clinging to his tongue and lungs. Every step was into the path of the unknown, but the one Starclan had promised him. The one that he had promised his friends.

It didn't appear that it was to be so.

One of the sentries, cowering over themselves due to the cold, caught Pineheart's gaze. Her ears pricked forward, and for a moment neither one of them said anything. Using the silence as an opportunity to go, the chocolate tom waded through the snow, trying to ignore the cat that was likely glaring at the back of his head.

"Pineheart! Where in Foxfoot's name are you going?" The cat called, briefly turning to acknowledge the other sentries who had heard.

Pineheart's fur bristled with the use of one of the deities. snow fell to the ground, or drifted into the wind. The tom narrowed his eyes, but did not speak to any of them. He recognized that he would have to leave right now, else serious damage would be done. His tail swept from side to side slowly. He hoped that his friends got the message, and that they were moving. Pineheart wasted no time, and broke off into a run. His bones seemed to scream at him, chilled from the cold. He could hear the sounds of cats waking, questioning what was going on. If he looked back, Pineheart would be staring death in the face. or would he be? Was he not Pinestar?

The wind silenced, as if hoping to hear what would happen next; or like a shocked child, too afraid to raise its voice. The crunching of snow was audible, and one could not determine just how many cats were running.

"Pineheart! You are not supposed to be leaving camp grounds! Report back to us, now!" It was the familiar, demanding voice of Frostclan's leader, yet at the same time it was almost pleading, begging; trying to rip at Pinestar's heartstrings.

Pinestar's eyes betrayed him, and he looked backward to see the leader charging after him. His pace slowed, as if he really wasn't considering what he was about to do. His cats sensed this, and one by one they dropped out of the trees. Some were hesitant, likely the ones who were only following Pinestar's lead through peer pressure. Some were stalwart friends, their gaze not faltering as they trained on the Frostclan leader. A thick, unbearable cloud on tension settled, threatening to choke those who were not ready to give their lives to fight out of it. Pinestar met the eyes of Shrikecloud, who smiled sympathetically.

"Pineheart! What is the meaning of this? Speak with me." The leader barked, far less patient than they'd been. They, too, got the message. Claws were unsheathed, fur bristled. Frostclan's leader took a few steps forward and-

Pinestar bolted, feeling adrenaline pulse through his veins. His breathing quickened. Finally, guidance from Starclan after so many generations. His calmness of mind in that moment cracked and fell to the ground like glass after he felt the leader leap onto him, and the other cats of Frostclan joined the fray, fighting in some wicked, elaborate manner as if it were a dance, many trying to avoid sharing claws or fangs with those they loved, or held close friendships with.

"Your deities are dead to me!" Pinestar spat, twisting around to face his fears and fight with his clan leader in ways that words could not.

Rules:

-Abide to all lioden/lioden roleplay rules

-No godmodding or powerplaying

-Just because a character has poor intentions, does NOT mean the player is a bad person!

-Keep colors and markings realistic. No strange eye colors. be as descriptive as possible when describing appearances.

-Your character will never be perfect! and no, clumsy is not a flaw if it is your only flaw. There's got to be more substance to flaws!

- This will be a mostly semi-literate, towards literate Roleplay. Thus, try and type around 3-5 sentences per post; if not more. More is always welcome. Try to stay active. PM me if you have difficulties doing so, or are going to be out, and notify the RPers ahead of time.

-keep it PG-13

-Do not bite off more than you can chew in regards to characters, please!

-If you desire a high-ranking position, you cannot choose that yourself. It will be similar to an audition. The more experienced the roleplayer, the better. RP samples are preferred, but not required. They do not have to be RP samples from this site, those of which you can PM to me.

-I can reject applications if I see them unfit to be part of Frostclan/Pineclan. If you feel there is a problem, do PM me!

-I should note here, Leaders will not be receiving nine lives.