*Fallenheart*

In the grey predawn light Fallenheart snuck around the outside of the warrior's den. The large black and white tom carried a big leaf full of icey water delicately in his mouth. The end of his tail twitched with excitement at the thought of his next great prank. He carefully positioned the leaf over the entrance to the den where his clanmates still slumbered. The next cat to exit the den would get an unexpected bath. Fallenheart resisted the urge to sound the alarm and send someone running out NOW, but he decided it was best to only anger one cat not the whole clan. Instead, he settled down across from the warrior's den and began removing the fur from a mouse in the fresh kill pile. At least he would have breakfast ready for the unfortunate cat who sprung his trap.

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Whispersong / 26 moons / Female / Mentions: Fallenheart / Location: Camp

The calico she-cat blinked her emerald eyes open as the bright sunlight shone into the warriors' den, exhaustion hung over her as she stood to her paws, nearly falling flat on her face as she padded out of the den. She lowered her haunches and rubbed a snowy white paw over her face, licking at her pawpads before running it over her eyes. She blinked them open as she set her paw down on the moss-covered ground spotted with large patches of dirt. She twitched her ears and released a short yawn before padding over to the fresh-kill pile, completely ignoring Fallenheart and his actions as her mind was still foggy.

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Fallenheart / Mentions: Whispersong

Fallenheart out a small vexed meow as the she-cat stumbled out of the den without managing to tip the leaf over. He had been planning that for days now! Next time he would have to tweak his design some.
"Really Whispersong? I got up early ensure you got your bath and you do not even take time to acknowledge it? Here, I guess I will still share my breakfast with you anyways." He said with a crooked grin as he arose and tossed the defurred mouse her direction. The calico's sleepy demeanor amused him. The hyperactive young tom did not really underatand the concept of 'sleep' and why so many cats insisted on so much of it!

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Poisonfur || Male || 20 moons || Medicine cat || Camp || Mentions: Fallenheart, Whispersong

Poisonfur stretched and yawned as he slowly awoke, checking the herb stores and making sure they were disturbed, chuckling a slight bit before a frown was set upon his face. It's only been tough for him since he was made a medicine cat. For one, he had adjust to taking on the duty. It wasn't hard, and at least it helped him with some stress, but with having to worry about whatever could possibly happen, he was always on edge. Continuing on, he padded out of the den, looking over to the fresh kill pile for perhaps a snack, to at least get him through the day. He paused when he saw Fallenheart near the fresh kill pile, and let out a short grunt.

Padding as far as he could from him, he picked out a small mouse, only getting a single mouthful from it, but it would be able to keep him going for the day until tonight or if so, tomorrow. As he looked over, he spotted Whispersong, her bland gaze telling him that the taunting of morning was still among the camp, at least for everyone but Fallenheart. Turning his cranium to face the black and white cat, he sighed before taking a moment to catch another breath. "You know.. those pranks of yours will get you into to some trouble, otherwise consequences." Poisonfur muttered, his banner twitching at the tip. "Maybe if I get the chance to I'll go ahead and sneak some bitter herbs into your next meal, maybe you'll enjoy gettin' rid of that flavor, won't you?" He smiled, that would be a good punishment, and it would surely teach the young warrior how to calm down his bounciness, but he doubted that would happen.

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Ravenstar/tom/leader/40 moons/lives: 9/location: camp/mentions: open (Poisonfur, Whispersong, Fallenheart)

He had emerged from the leader's den and looked around, he was still pretty closed off though he tried his hardest to be the one every cat could come and talk to. He wasn't as cold as he was before but, he didn't much at all.. he still liked to be left alone but, took care of things as needed and made sure every cat was ok. No matter how cold he could get, he still cared deeply about the cats in his clan send wanted the best for all of them. He sat down near the den and looked around camp, he planned on going fishing for a little bit later. He was looking around and then two warriors and the medicine cat caught his eye. He wondered what was going on.. though he never was the cat to go over and find out.. it was usually something harmless so, he never got involved. He would rather someone complain to him than him going over, disturbing others and it be for nothing.. he sighed as the sunshine hit his fur and it was a good day today so, he thought nothing could get too bad.. at least, he hoped so..

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Pondpaw|She-cat|8 Moons|Apprentice|Camp| Mentions: Open/Fallenheart, Whispersong, Poisonfur, Ravenstar

The young apprentice blinked herself awake, her pale green eyes adjusting to the morning sunlight. The camp had begun to stir, and she was, surprisingly, one of the first ones to wake. She yawned, stretching and almost hitting the other apprentices with her long tail. Exiting the den, she looks around the camp, catching sight of her leader outside his den. Stretching each leg individually first, she trots over to the other warriors near the Fresh-kill pile, letting out a hoarse trill and dipping her head in respect to acknowledge Ravenstar before sitting down next to Whispersong to hear what this morning's news was.

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Cinderpaw
{Male - 7 Moons - Apprentice - Mentor: Unknown - Location: Nest - Tagged: }

Cinderpaw snored softly, as he shifted in his nest. He had been out late, though no one needed to know that. He wasn't supposed to be out of camp at night without a warrior with him but he just couldn't drag one with him to practice fishing, he would be scolded for it, so he had snuk out. He had been having trouble with fishing. See he wasn't particularly fond of water, it made his pelt slick and clumpy and just plain uncomfortable, so he didn't like getting wet, which in turn turned into him being teased for it. So he thought that if he could practice without being teased, maybe he could get over his uncomfortable tendencies. Though it tended to make him to sleep in, and thus this is what he was doing as the sun filtered through the reeds.

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Fallenheart// 18 moons// Tom// Warrior// Camp// Mentions: Poisonfur, Ravenstar, Pondpaw Open

Fallenheart smiled as the medicine cat emerged from his den off from the others. Before he could shout his normal greeting, Poisonfur mentioned herbs in his next meal. He had been delt that punishment before, and nothing ruined a nice fish like bitter herbs!
"Good sun up to to as well Poisionfur. I promise I meant no harm... it was just a bit of fun. But try and waste your valuablr herbs on me if you wish!" he said trying to feign confidence. He quickly dashed over to the fresh kill pile and dove into a fish before anyone had a chance to taint it. "Good sun up Ravenstar! Good sun up Pondpaw!" He shouted between mouthfuls of food, refusing to let the threat of nasty tasting food damper his mood.

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Pondpaw|She-cat|8 Moons|Apprentice|Mentor: None (Can be arranged)|Camp| Mentions: Open/Fallenheart, Whispersong, Poisonfur, Ravenstar

Letting out something reminiscent of a chuckle, Pondpaw gently picks out a minnow and settles down. "Good sun up to all of you," she meows, voice raspy but friendly in intonation. Eating her morning meal at a moderate pace, she takes a look around camp. Her eyes lingered on the entrance to the Warriors' den, and she wondered why there was an oddly placed leaf on top of it. Shrugging softly, she finished her meal and immediately cleaned her paws and face, then dubbed herself ready for the day. She wondered what duties she would be assigned today; hopefully swimming or another lesson with Poisonfur. She wanted to discuss the possibility of there being an herb that would help to possibly heal her throat of some of the damage caused to her by that case of kitten-cough she'd had.

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Ravenstar/tom/leader/40 moons/lives: 9/location: camp/mentions: Fallenheart, Pondpaw, Poisonfur, Whispersong

He was sitting quietly and watching the camp contently. He looked towards Pondpaw as she dipped her head towards him and he returned the gesture. Then, he heard Fallenheart's voice and he greeted him as well, though he wasn't much for socializing.. he liked to reply out of respect. "Good sun up to you as well Fallenheart." He said and decided some socializing wouldn't hurt.. he stood up, stretched and went over to the gathered group. He wasn't very hungry at the moment so, he just sat a comfortable distance from the nearest cats and dipped his head to all of them. "How are all of you?" He asked, soon he would organize patrols.. but right now, everyone was just waking up and it was best if he let them relax for a little bit before he sent some of them to go on a border patrol and others on a hunting patrol. He might as well go on the hunting patrol as well.. it would be better for a bit of fresh air.

(Sorry I'm late DX)

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Whispersong / 26 moons / Female / Mentions: Everyone / Location: Camp

Whispersong huffed at Fallenheart as she took a small mouse from the fresh-kill pile, padding away with it as the reddish tom that was RiverClan's new leader stepped out of his den. Her stomach growled as she lay down, taking quick and small nibbles from the furry grey mouse underneath her white paws. Her ears twitched as one of the apprentices, Pondpaw exited the apprentice den, followed by Cinderpaw a few moments later. Whispersong licked at her maw as she finished up with her breakfast, her mind still foggy and her eyes still drooping. We need to get the morning announcement over with... I need to take a swim. She thought to herself as she stood to her paws and joined the group waiting below Ravenstar, acknowledging the medicine cat with a dip of her head. Her emerald eyes flashed up to the leader, a little bit proud that the once-isolated cat was beginning to open up and accept that he was RiverClan's leader.

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Squirrelfang - She-cat- Deputy - Mood: - Mentions: Everyone

Squirrelfang had been one of the first few cats up this morning, fresh and early. Though, for the devoted deputy, it wasn't weird to see that, her early starts weren't anything new. Brown tail slowly flicking around as she roamed around camp, heading for the group of cats with a very confident look and gleam in her eyes. "How is everyone this morning?" Hazel eyes looking toward all the cats; Ravenstar, Poisonfur, Whispersong. All of them.

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Pondpaw|She-cat|8 Moons|Apprentice|Mentor: None(Can be arranged)|Camp| Mentions: Open/Fallenheart, Whispersong, Poisonfur, Ravenstar, Squirrelfang


Seeing the camp was much more lively now, Pondpaw figured patrols were going to be assigned soon. Her tail twitched in happiness, she would get it see how everyone was assigned! Giving her tail and chest a quick but thorough grooming, she tucked herself into a neat sitting position, tail places upon her paws.

Hearing Squirrelfang approach, Pondpaw's heart skipped a beat. She didn't realize just how early the deputy woke up each morning.; the she-cat's approach has scared her! Hearing Squirrelfang's inquiry, she decided to save her voice for later and instead picked up one paw and pointed it toward herself, nodding to say that she was doing fine this morning. The odd use of her paws to talk had made some uncomfortable at first, but was eventually accepted. She swiveled her ears back, listening to see who the next person to wake up would be.

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Ravenstar/tom/leader/40 moons/lives: 9/location: camp/mentions: Fallenheart, Pondpaw, Whispersong, Squirrelfang

He was sitting there, just because he had chosen to socialize and then he looked towards Whispersong as he saw her. He saw something in her eyes and chose not to ask, he simply looked away and towards Squirrelfang at the sound of her voice. "I'm fine.." was all he could say, he didn't mean to be cold but, that is who he was. He wasn't close to any cat right now.. he just took his position seriously and made no emotional attachments. He was protective of his clan but, didn't have a personal connection to any cat really.. not yet anyway.. he had taken a liking to Whispersong as a young warrior, that was for sure. He had a soft spot for the She-cat though he hardly showed it. He stood up, deciding it was time to organise patrols and get the day started.. he looked at all of them, there was no need to jump up onto where he sat to start a meeting.. it wasn't really needed right now anyway. He just spoke up, "I believe it is time to organize patrols.." He said, looking at every gathered cat there. There were only two warriors and two apprentices.. though one was missing.. so, he decided that it would be good for him and his deputy to go out on patrol.. they were short on cats and it only seemed logical that it would be best that way. "I will take two cats to go on a hunting patrol and Squirrelfang, will you take two cats and go on a border patrol?" He said, it wasn't really much of a question even if it did sound like one. He was only trying to be polite.. but, even if he was cold, he was always one of the cats any cat could talk to about anything and he would give advice if requested or just keep it to himself. Under all the stone and cold behaviour was a kind heart and he wouldn't turn anyone away.. not for anything.

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Opalpaw - Apprentice - Mentions Fallenheart - Clan camp

Opalpaw arose from her slumber, she stretched out her long, thin legs. Opalpaw drowsily got up and padded to the fresh-kill pile, she took out a fresh, plump Salmon and lay it on the ground. She began to tear into its juicy flesh, she watched as blood poured out of the delicious meal, soaking into the dirt. Opalpaw savored the Salmon, licking up all the blood and eating it until there was nothing left except the blood-stained dirt. She padded back to her den, waiting for her friend Fallenheart to arrive.

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