Echostep|Dawnclan Med.Cat|32 moon Bengal she-cat|Location- Camp|Mentions- [d] Icepaw, NPC (Also Open.)
"Show me where it hurts."
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Echostep shook her head, padding forward. the apprentice stirred slightly, as if he wanted to speak. Echostep turned to Icepaw, moving without rush, an unreadable expression across her face.
"Icepaw, come here." She beckoned the apprentice to sit beside the fallen cat, rising from the crouch she had taken to do a quick exploration of the apprentices wounds.
"Stay with him. I'll be back in a moment." Without hesitation, the she-cat bounded off, following the curve of the lake. She knew that it was too late for the apprentice, however that didn't mean she couldn't ease his journey. Trained paws took her where she needed to go, until she saw it, jaws closing around the stem, and tugging the flower. It wold be easier to transport this way. she never stopped moving, knowing that the moment she slowed, grief would manage to creep in.
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Barkpaw's glazed eyes turned towards Icepaw, his jaw moving slightly, a quiet mutter escaping his lips. for a moment, he was still, then with a burst of energy, the young cat reached out, trying to grab the other apprentice and drawn him close, claws aiming for his scruff.
"They're not...It's not....Not what they seem!" He hissed, eyes flickering between the apprentices face, and the river before he fell backwards, quivering and inaudible, seemingly blind to the apprentice now.

Slackjaw | Warrior | Camp | 52 Moons | Dawnclan | Mentions: Wolfstar [ID] OPEN | Tom |

Pace..pace..pace all he could do was pace. Everyday he worried more and more.. it drove him nuts. He felt as if he was going insane! Suddenly.. he jumped onto the largest rock in the camp. Fur bristled. "It was me!" He yelled. "I killed my own brother and ditched him in a ravine!" Mad laughter arose from the slim dusty tom. The clan looked his way and his mother..his mother was the angriest of them all. The leader, Wolfstar gave him a look of rage.

"Dawnclan... kill him.."

A gasp arose from the warriors den. Slackjaw had been dreaming? He looked around and gave a sigh of relief. Another bad dream..? Uhg...man the clan can never know. No matter how batty it drives me.. He rose to his hackles and shook out his pelt some then began to groom himself. Just a quick smoothing of his fur. He stood and gave a stretch before exiting the den, regain his composure from his nightmare. No one could know..

Echostep|Dawnclan Med.Cat|32 moon Bengal she-cat|Location- Camp|Mentions- [d] Icepaw, NPC (Also Open.)
"Show me where it hurts."
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Echostep returned to where Icepaw lay, her pawsteps slowing as her gaze fell upon the apprentices. Barkpaw was no longer moving. The poppy plant clenched in her jaws tightly for a moment, before she padded closer, setting down the plant and giving Icepaw a few swipes with her tongue. He was still a young apprentice, and death had been thankfully not common the last few moons. It was never easy to see, even with her own experience, a tug pulled at her heart, an ache in her chest for the life that cat would not get.
"He's running with Starclan now." She murmured, eyes gentle as she gazed upon the apprentice. However, why the apprentice was with their starry kin was another story. Her pale gaze feel towards the Duskclan border, a furrow in her brow. It didn't seem right, yet it was an unusual place for a normal predator to have taken the apprentice. Echostep shook her head. Prophecy and death, there was a connection, she just didn't know what. However she knew that it could not be ignored.Rising to her paws, her tail trailed along Icepaws side for a moment.
"Grab the borage leaves." It was no use leaving the few herbs she had snagged behind, grief did not mean work could stop. Bending, the small cat grasped the apprentice in her jaws, beginning the slow trek towards the camp.

(Timeline wise, they'd arrive in the camp after Wolfstar and Shadowstar meet. ^-^)

Slackjaw | Warrior | Camp | 52 Moons | Dawnclan | Mentions: STILL OPEN :/ | Tom |

A rumble deep within his stomach was heard. Slackjaw was sure everyone could hear it. With his belly wanting food, his paws made their way to the fresh-kill pile. There wasn't a whole lot but there was a nice tasty vole, the last one at that. SLackjaw licked his lips and took it off the pile. Vole was his favourite of the prey their territory had.

Next, his paws took him to a sunning rock, he wanted to eat AND be warm. He absolutely hated the cold shade, which is why he was dreading Leaf-bear and leaf-fall. Chilly winds, snow, he just did not want this. The thought made him shiver but eventually he rested his paws on the rock and lowered his hackles and began to eat the vole he chose from the pile.

| Wolfstar |
Male | 34 moons | Maine Coon | Leader | Location: Camp | Mentions: [D] Shadowstar [ID] Everyone
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Wolfstar lay in his den peacefully, thinking about... Everything. He didn't know what to think about DuskClan, the new Clan that was made up of rogues, loners, and kittypets. He didn't know whether or not they were peaceful or if they would just attack and try and kill his Clan like most. He was used to it just being his Clan, and that's how he felt it should be. Most would say change was good, but Wolfstar was a traditional, stubborn tom, and he believed everything was fine just the way it was. Some change could be good in some areas, but.. The sound of commotion in the camp disrupted the tom's thoughts and he got to his feet, ears perked in curiosity to the noise. Then Sunfall entered, and Wolfstar immediately felt his pelt bristle as he heard what the deputy said. Towering over him, the brute said nothing to his subordinate and flexed his claws on the stone floor of his cave den, baring his teeth ever so slightly.

The massive leader stepped out of his den into the sun, standing tall atop the ledge of his cave. His yellow gaze fell upon a group of strange cats who reeked of.... DuskClan! A growl immediately rumbled in his chest and the muscular leader jumped down from the ledge, moving towards the group of cats with a snarl rumbling in his chest, his tail waving behind him as his claws unsheathed, just as a warning. "What are you doing here?" the massive, scarred tom snarled, baring his incredibly sharp and long saber-like fangs, his intimidating yellow eyes met the eyes of the small, black cat in front of him. Was this their leader? He was smaller than expected. Way smaller. Wolfstar waited for the reply, towering over them, his tail lashing behind him and hostility blazing in his striking eyes.