Rubypaw | 11 Moons | Med app | Healthy | Med den | Mentions - None/Maplekit indirectly |

Rubypaw smiled as the kit turned to leave, she'd be a fine apprentice and warrior one day. He turned and curled in his nest beside his coughing sick mentor. He slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep. In a nice dream he was gathering flowers and other things he didn't quite recognize as herbs but still he was gathering. He leapt across hills picking the same flower over and over and over. He crossed hill after hill with no recognization of where he was, soon he found himself leaping over a hill, only to crash into a lake. He sank straight to the bottom but no matter how hard he tried he found himself being pulled down dispite his knowledge of swimming it proved useless as the water tugged him down. He felt the burning in his chest from lack of air. His mouth gaped open trying to breath sucking in water. He coughed and choked on the putrid tasting water and gradually floated into darkness. Moments later he found himself in a lucid state, he felt awake but it was clear he wasn't, everything around him was starry and unnatural colors everything faintly translucent except the ground. A thought struck him. Had he just died? Was that actually real? Did he just drown and awaken in starclan after his death? He didn't know but gradually began to explore the unusual area in search of somecat to tell him what happened.

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Silvermist - 40 moons - Starclan warrior - Dead - Rubypaw's Dream - Mentions: Rubypaw

Silvermist watched Rubypaw as he fell asleep. It had been too long since the Starclan warrior had been in contact with the living cats, and the prophecy he had warned about had already come true. He felt for his living Clanmates, and had already welcomed 5 new warriors to their ranks. His heart broke the most for the queen who had recently left, and he vowed to her to watch over her deceased kit as if he was his father.

The starry warrior stayed in the shadows of Rubypaw's dreams, slinking along the darkest corners as he waited for him to reach the right state of mind. Right now the medicine cat apprentice was in too much of a dream-like state, not lucid enough for him to take contact with. As the young cat crashed into the waters, he leapt after him, gracefully swimming out of sight, but still staying close enough to keep an eye on him. Despite entering the lake at the same place as Rubypaw, Silvermist emerged further away from him. Finally, the time had come to deliver his prophecy.

Silvermist held his head high as he approached the still-alive tom, his tail curled in respect for the medicine cat apprentice. He thought about the prophecy he was delivering once more, Rubypaw had to crack this one before it was too late. "Be wary of the cat like a rose. While beautiful, the thorns are dangerous. Watch out, for the cat may turn the earth putrid and dead." He said. He again wished he could be more clear when delivering his prophecies, but alas, it was not the way of Starclan. He could only hope that his mention of earth and something deceiving struck a chord with the medicine cat apprentice. Like last time, he decided to linger. While he could not reply clearly to any question Rubypaw may have, he could still answer questions about how other Starclan members had it.

His mind wandered to the kit that had joined them, Silentkit. The kit had vowed to watch over his remaining siblings, and had requested that Silvermist tell Rubypaw to tell Stonekit that if he ever felt alone, he should remember that he always had a family member watching over him. The other recently deceased Starclan cats had also requested he bring Rubypaw messages, though the black Starclan cat would wait to deliver that message until it was time for him to part ways with Rubypaw. Right now they had more important topics to discuss. Such as the fire, and the injured cats.

"A golden treat can be found by a nest empty long ago." He mentioned, hoping that Rubypaw understood he was guiding him to a source of honey. He knew he should let the medicine cats find herbs themselves, but the fire had been so devastating to the clan, he felt like they needed all the help they could get. He had been scouring the territory ever since he had foreseen the tragedy in the Dreampool. While he had found several sources, he knew that only one should be harvested at a time, just in case they only needed one. Wasting such rare resource would be shameful.

He knew that some of the other Starclan cats disapproved of how much he tried to help the Clan cats. They kept telling him to let them figure it out themselves. Of course the newer additions understood where he was coming from, and even defended him when he brought up telling Rubypaw where some honey was to be found. After he, with the help of other cats, managed to convince the rest of the cats that this was a good idea, they also suggested he scour Terraclan territory for honey. Aetherclan was not the only Clan in danger of fire. Silvermist widened his eyes. He had completely forgot about that. He had been too busy protecting his own birth clan.

"Maplestream struggles to find Starclan's hunting grounds." He informed, uncharacteristically clear. "Bring him to Dreampool, feed him poppy and show him the way." He instructed, touching his head to Rubypaw. He felt an overwhelming urge to protect these cats by the lake. He wished they did not have to go through so much hardship. "You're a wonderful cat Rubypaw, you'll be an excellent medicine cat I just know it."

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Rubypaw | 11 Moons | Temp med | Healthy | Starclan's Hunting Ground | Mentions: SilverMist |


Rubypaw stared blankly at the silver tom What was he to mean? He shivered suddenly feeling the cold of the breeze. His fur plastered to his skin even if it was just a dream he was somehow wet either way. He pondered his meaning. So he means someone nice right? Roses are always nice. Even if they're painful to collect.. So someone who seems nice but isn't, someone who will make the land darker. Maybe they have a goal in mind that has to do with the territory? That's the only thing relative to our land.. The toms eyes lit up and the information slid into place Terrastar! He replied accusingly in his mind.


He looked back up at the starry cat as he began to speak again. "A golden treat can be found by a nest empty long ago" Honey? He must mean honey was left behind in the old camp. How he'd get to the camp he didn't know it was still coated with burnt wood and flaky ash. It looked as though it had snowed but it was gray and black. A black leafless tree coated area. Not a speck of life in that dead area. He'd have to go back soon but when he wasn't for sure his clan needed him.


He looked at Silvermist and watched as a flicker of emotion crossed his face. He must be thinking of something.. Maybe what to say next? He gradually identified what he'd been feeling, he seemed distressed and saddened. Perhaps the other cats weren't particularly fond of his ideas? He wasn't sure but felt it wasn't a matter Silvermist wanted to be pressed about. He watched as his figure wavered in the breeze as though it weren't really there, a few leaves carelessly floating through him. He got a chance to look around, the terrain was a Pale gray-blue, the trees were still brown but with light blue leaves. The moon was out coating the area with a delicate silver light. Making his fur appear paler almost as though he himself were one among the starry figures. He spotted faint outlines of others in the treelines, Were they watching or were they something more malevolent. He didn't know but felt it wasn't the time to ask those questions.


He looked back to the other tom as he spoke one last time. "Maplestream struggles to find starclan's hunting grounds, Bring him to Dreampool, feed him poppy and show him the way" He wasn't sure how he would be able to get to Terraclan's camp. And even then How he would successfully persuade Maplestream to come with him without the clan putting up a fight. He opened his jaw as though to question how to appeal to his burning curiosity. But thinking better of himself, knowing Silvermist hadn't much time to discuss things with him and neither be much help as he'd only give vague answers.


He watched as Silvermist casually strode up to him a smile on his face. He eventually was face to face with the other tom whom now sat infront of him. He felt a slight pressure on his forehead as the tom gave him a warm comforting embrace, before pulling back with a somber look. "You're a wonderful cat Rubypaw." He'd said. Filling Rubypaw with a warmpth not known to him. He'd never been complimented so genuinely and truthfully. "You'll be an excellent Medicine Cat I just know it" He said after ward. Rubypaw's face heated up. Me? A good medicine cat? But.. Im behind in my studies! I dont even have a mentor.. He took the Silvery toms words to heart even with his unsure feelings towards himself. "Thank you.." He said with a respectful dip of his head. He didn't want to seem foolish and neither embarrassed. Even though the compliment had touched him in a way most cats couldn't.


He returned the toms smile, and began to go over everything that had happened attempting to commit it to memory. He couldn't forget to go to the old camp and scavenge through the ash and ruins for the honey and anything else he could find. And not to mention find TatteredJaw and Birchheart they would help him reach Maplestream and could perhaps accompany him to the Dreampool. He wanted to say something more to the tom a better thanks or something in more appreciation to everything he'd ever done for him. But he didn't know what to say. His ear tips burned in embarrassment once again.


He was Not doing a good job at impressing the tom. He began to wrack his brain in an attempt come up with something flirty and cool. Flirty and Cool. You can be flirty and cool. Come on just SAY SOMETHING "U-uh... You were a Wonderful cat, too. Uh I think maybe.. Well you're hear so you HAD to have been good.. Oh boy.. Uh you know what just forget I said anything." He said quickly turning his head to the side and pointing it down to stare at the ground in shame. "Just uh.. forget it." He whispered, his ears gently tucking backward from the overwhelming feeling of failure, shame, and guilt. He'd just messed up everything hadn't he? Silvermist wouldn't want to talk to him ever again

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Silvermist - 40 moons - Starclan warrior - Dead - Rubypaw's Dream - Mentions: Rubypaw

Silvermist watched Rubypaw's face closely after he had delivered his prophecy, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he saw a glint of realisation in the medicine cat apprentice's eyes. He hoped that the rest of the Aetherclan cats listened to his warnings, that they would prepare for what could happen. The future was not set in stone, but the probability for this happening was too big for him to just wait and see. Perhaps the living cats could do something to prevent the tragedy that could arise.

He looked around the meadow they stood in, barely acknowledging the leaves that fell through his see-through black coat. "Silentkit wishes his brother well, he will watch over him." He mentioned, deciding that he could very well start giving the messages from the Clanmates that had recently passed. He had taken it upon himself to do this since he first joined Starclan. He had carried countless messages from all kinds of new members. It was sadly not the first time he had given a message from a kit. "Tinybird wishes to tell Maplekit that she's proud of her, that she'll be a great warrior." He continued, thinking of what else he was asked to say. They became a bit jumbled, but after some thought, he remembered them. "Dusklight wanted to let Dustclaw that he cares for him. The rest of the cats who joined generally wished you all luck and promised to watch over you."

Knowing that Rubypaw already seemed to be on friendly terms with two of the Terraclan cats helped calm his nerves. He had seen how kind the two she-cats had seemed, so knew he would be in good paws while visiting the other Clan's territory. The black tom worried for both clans by the lake, though Aetherclan was his number one priority. He knew about the unrest between the clans, every Starclan cat knew about it. They all worried. They could do nothing but watch.

A soft purr escaped him when he heard the tiny thank you, dipping his head in return to the young cat. He could tell that his compliments had somewhat embarrassed him, amused that even with Starclan he still had his charm. He could not resist giving the other cat a dashing smile in addition to his friendly one. He was perhaps a bit of a catsanova. He let the smile fade into the friendly one again, able to tell that Rubypaw was thinking hard of something to say in return. He only wished that he had any living descendants, but he had not had a mate in life, so never had any kits of his own. Not that he had been interested in she-cats to begin with anyway.

He pressed his lips together as Rubypaw finally spoke up, amusement twinkling in his eyes. The twinkle died as quickly as it came, he could tell the medicine cat apprentice felt upset. "As much as I'd love to share my life story, it's not as important as the life you have ahead of you." He mewed, shedding some wisdom to him. He settled down close to the apprentice and wrapped his tail over his back. "It's time for you to wake up, you have much to do." He felt regret that he was not able to comfort the living cat properly. "Don't forget, you're a wonderful cat, and your future is bright. Don't lose sight of the cats who love you, there are more than you know." He gave a lick to the apprentice's head to wake him up.

The starry cat sat alone in the meadow now. Nothing he was unaccustomed to. He got up and padded to the beautiful forest at the edge of the meadow. It was time to find his way back to the territory, he still had many things to do. He had to find a cat to bring messages and prophecies to Terraclan. He did see the prophecies, but they were unclear, even to him. He could vaguely see orange, red, and yellow lights in Terraclan's future, a faint screech of pain from a poor cat. In his gut he knew that a big tragedy would strike the very heart of Terraclan soon.

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Rubypaw | 12 Moons | Med app | Healthy | Dreaming | Mentions: Silvermist

Rubypaw calculated carefully being for sure he wouldn't forget what he had to do when he awoke. First thing he'd do would be telling the clan the messages from their dead, it'd provide them some hope in these rough times. He watched as the starry tom carefully thought through his next message. A flicker of concern flashed across the toms face in that same moment. Rubypaw thought for a moment but through all they talked about he had no way to know what it was that concerned him. Is he worried about what might happen with Terrastar's corruption? he thought but could no longer thing of the subject.

Rubypaw felt a bit proud of himself when he heard the satisfactory purr rumble through the toms throat. I guess being polite is a good thing He thought for a moment before he returned his attention to the transparent black tom. He noticed the toms face shift to one of someone in deep thought. Maybe he's thinking of his past... Rubypaw considered for a moment.

Mere moments later he saw his expression change to one of someone amused. But that look lasted for very little time as it vanished as fast as it had become. He listened as the tom refused to speak of his own past. Which was slightly odd since Rubypaw hadn't directly asked about his past. Perhaps he'll tell me one day He considered. He heared another compliment it felt nice but it seemed as though it degraded the other tom. How could his life mean less than that of a foolish apprentice with no guidance? He wasn't certain but didn't feel it was the time to talk because the toms face said that things were over that no more was to be said. So he kept his mouth shut as the black tom turned to look at him and dismiss him.

Ruby gave him a soft smile as he gave him a gentle lick on the head. He found himself standing in that same meadow from before. Doing the same thing picking those flowers. However the field was a slightly different color. It was that of the starclan's territory. Eventually he found himself face to face with the lake in its unnatural yet purple tint. He took a deep breath this time and leapt into the water. Just as he had before. Instead of his struggles he swam to the bottom. And pressed his paw againt the murky mud coated bottom. And explosion of dust littered the water nearby. And he caught a glimpse of flashing Red orange and yellow lights. Memories of the Aetherclan fire returned to him in that split second.

He found himself leaping awake. Uncertain where he was as memory seemed to have failed him. He shook his head and things found their way back. He got up as fast as he could and exited the den. He didn't have much time. He had to get to the Terraclan Medicine cat and make the journey to the Dreampool as soon as it was possible. He didn't have much time for hospitality. And set off into the woods as soon as he'd left the den. He found himself in a barely familiar spot. He recognized it as where he'd met BirchHeart and Tatteredjaw. Following the familiar scent of the two she-cats back the way they'd come.

The tom went head first into Terraclan's territory. It was beyond the time to turn back now. He had goals he needed to get there soon. He had to bring her to the Dreampool. He didn't exactly know where it was but he'd remembered what little of it Cedarfur had told him of it. That it was North East from Their camp. But it'd be a longer trek since he had to go West to get to Terraclan's camp.

He continued to follow their scents until he found himself right outside the camp. Faint voices could be heard talking from within. He wasn't sure how they'd react to him wandering aimlessly into their camp. But he didn't have much a choice He had to take over for Cedarfur while she was sick. And in that time He would be the one to go to the Dreampool he'd be the one to heal the clan. He had that responsibility. So for now He braced himself and slowly nosed his way through the thick bushes surrounding the densely forested camp.

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Maplekit - 6 moons - Kit - Healthy - Temp camp - Mentions: Stonekit, Rubypaw, Squirrelleaf (NPC), Tinybird


Maplekit blinks awake and immediately looks to Stonekit. She licks his forehead before standing up and stretching. She should go see Rubypaw about feeding Stonekit. He must be starving by now. She is almost out of the den when she sees a sleeping queen in the corner. Oh yeah! She forgot about Squirrelleaf, having always stayed with Tinybird or off causing trouble somewhere. The tabby she-cat pads softly to the occupied nest and sits nervously, unsure of how to ask her to help take care of Stonekit. If Maplekit could, she would do everything herself, but there are some things she just can't, feeding the younger kit being one of them.

She sits there staring at the queen for an uncomfortable amount of time before building the courage to tap the she-cat gently on the shoulder with white-toed paw. "Um. Hi Squirrelleaf. I'm sorry to wake you up, but I'm sure you've heard that Leopardblossom left and took Honeykit, but you see... She left Stonekit and he's all alone and he's too small and now he's starving!" Maplekit takes a breath and fidgets. "So anyway, my point is, will you help take care of Stonekit? I would do it, but, well, I can't exactly do certain things. You know, physically." Maplekit looks away, embarrassed.

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Maplekit - 6 moons - Kit - Healthy - Temp camp - Mentions: Stonekit, Squirrelleaf (NPC), Fernstar(indirectly), hunting patrol(indirectly)


After Squirrelleaf agrees to take care of Stonekit, Maplekit grabs the smaller kit by the scruff and gently lowers him into the queen's nest, being so careful. She licks his head again before thanking Squirrelleaf and padding out of the nursery. She feels like a part of her is missing as she walks away, after having worriedky stuck to Stonekit's side for so long. This must be what new queens feel like after kitting

Maplekit shakes that thought from her head. She isn't even an apprentice yet. There's no way she should be feeling like a queen yet. She sighs, a headache forming already. Her stomach growling is a welcome distraction. Well, it is until she realizes how low the fresh kill pile is. Where is the hunting patrol? Has it gotten that hard to find prey because of the fire? She stares longingly to the pile, but knows she should probably wait and let the others eat. I'll probably eat too fast and get another bellyache anyway and the medicine cats have so much to do already without dealing with something so silly.

With food out of the question for now, Maplekit tries to figure out what to do now. She does have to talk to Fernstar about her apprenticeship, but the leader still hasn't come back to camp, well temporary camp. She pads to the edge of the temporary camp and sits down, staring unseeingly straight ahead as she thinks about her choices. Either stay here and wait for Fernstar to come back and be bored, maybe get more sleep, or go out and explore again, risking getting lost and hurt and even worse, in trouble. Her tail flicks from side to side as she goes back and forth between her choices. Good kitty or bad kitty? Boredom or fun? Safety or possible death? Sleep or adventure?

Maplekit's musing is cut short when the foul smell of smoke reaches her nose. It's faint from where she is and fresh so she knows it's not the same fire that killed Tinybird. It's a completely new fire. Her fur is standing on end as her eyes widen in fear. How can there possibly be more fire? Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?? The tabby is starting to mentally panic as her body locks up. What should she do? What can she do? She should tell somebody, right? Move body! Move! Fire! Danger!

She doesn't know how long she sits there, but eventually Maplekit realizes the smoke is getting fainter and fainter. Her body relaxes a little, but not all the way. She looks out to the direction where the smoke came from with worry. She hopes no one has been hurt in this fire. So many have been lost already. Maplekit makes up her mind. She'll leave camp once again. Hopefully she can find someone that knows what's going on. She's done being in the dark. Maplekit follows the faint scent of Fernstar, intent on demanding answers. Just because I'm only 6 moons doesn't mean I don't deserve to know what's going on with my clan, my family. Now where is Fernstar?

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Fernstar | 26 moons | Leader | Coughing up blood | Temporary Camp | Mentions; Sootstep

The massive silver tabby walked into camp, her large head slowly looking around, a worried expression on her broad face. She let out a relieved sigh, seeing that everything seemed to be in order, and that nothing catastrophic had happened while she had been gone. Her broad shoulders slumped, and she seemed to partly deflate. All Fernstar wanted to do was curl up in a nice, warm nest, and sleep, but that was impossible. She had her duties to do.

Had the hunting patrol come back yet? She wondered, looking at the fresh-kill pile, and bent down to grab a small vole. She turned back to look at Sootstep, and gestured with her tail for him to take something from the pile. After all, he had defended her, when she needed it. He deserved it. She gave him a small smile, then padded to sit near the entrance, keeping her deep emerald green gaze sweeping around camp, to make sure everything was going okay, if not well. She sighed, and took a bite of the vole.

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Maplekit - 6 moons - Kit - Healthy - territory/temp camp - Mentions: Fernstar, Sootstep


Maplekit doesn't get far into the territory before a fresh scent crosses the old and the tabby kit gets confused. Does this mean she's missed Fernstar coming back. She sits down angrily and grumbles before backtracking back to the temporary camp. She looks around before finding Fernstar and Sootstep getting food. Her stomach growls again but decides again to wait until the hunting patrol gets back. Maplekit is about to go talk to Fernstar, but stops, just realizing how tired the leader looks. Maybe she should wait until the she-cat rests before bothering her. Maplekit sighs and sits down, watching the leader from a distance, waiting until she thinks enough time has passed to talk to her.

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sootstep ; 26 moons ; warrior ; smoke inhalation ; in camp ; mentions - fernstar, maplekit, cedarfur(ind)

Soot stepped into camp and immediently turned and began briskly padding towards the fresh-kill pile. Naturally the tom had always, and always will be, a pile of bones and wisps of fur no matter how much he eats or trains. It was the curse of his lineage, yet, he barely considered it as a hassle anymore. He instead considered it a plus to have a slim, svelte body which was skilled at being agile and running hard. Regardless, he hoped to not be a stickbug forever and to get atleast a tiny bit more full.

The charcoal tom nodded slightly and let his feathery tail droop over his back. Cobalt gaze lit up at the sight of a vole sitting at the edge of the pile. He leaned down and let his maw snap around it. Soot glanced at Fernstar before padding off to find a spot in the shade, letting his tired body crumple onto the ground. He stretched out on his side, gnawing at the vole. It reminded him of the peace offering made earlier that day by those weird other clanners. Starclan, how he was tempted to have taken that bribe. It also reminded him of Fern. Her image was always burned at the back of his mind, a constant worry in his brain. It was as if she had wormed her way deep into his thoughts and he could barely shake the feeling of wanting to be talking to her. Azure gaze temporarily landed on her familiar, titanic figure, before he forced it away and to his food.

Of course, Soot chose to try and ignore the inkling of feeling in his head and focused on working his teeth into the vole. He raised his head, glancing around at the cats in the camp. He and Fern would both have to see the meddie, but he didn't feel like getting up at the moment. It felt so comfortable to have his tired muscles finally resting on the soft terrain. A little figure caught his attention. Maplekit. She was a troublesome youngster, it seemed, as he had chased her down outside of camp earlier. He decided on keeping an eye on her, but barely. Just to make sure Maplekit doesn't decide to go off on a heroic journey in the territory again. He mused sarcastically in his head.

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Dustclaw | 20 moons | Deputy| forest | healthy | mentions: Owlflight, Blazeshadow, Brightrunner

Dustclaw was sitting down, he sniffed the air, his ears moving to find any sounds. But all he could smell and hear was the hunting patrol trying to get more prey. Finally he sighed and got up,”alright hunting patrol, we have hunted enough, let’s head back to the temporary camp and replenish the prey pile.” he said. Dustclaw picked up the prey he caught and padded away, lashing his tail slightly, still annoyed about his fresh kill.

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Blazeshadow - 24 moons- Warrior- Healthy - territory- Mentions: hunting patrol

Blazeshadow scented the air some more; nothing. "Is it just my nose, or has all the prey went home?" he muttered to himself. Then he heard rustling, and glance up to see Dustclaw getting up and heading toward temporary camp. "Guess I wasn't the only one," Blazeshadow sighed. Then the black warrior rose too, and dug out his buried rabbit. 'I wonder what Owlflight caught.' Blazeshadow wondered as he picked up his rabbit. He stood there trying once more to scent out any prey; nothing. Finally, Blazeshadow gave up and trotted after Dustclaw.

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Stonekit - day 2? - kit - hungry, but healthy - in the temp camp - Mentions:SquirelLeaf (Npc), Maplekit (sort of...)

Stonekit felt really weak, he wanted to protest when he was picked up by the other cat. He shivered from the draft of wind when he was lifted from the nest. As he dangled from the other cat's jaws, all he could do was try and identify his surroundings with his nose. He could smell milk! As he was set down, he mewled pitifully and pulled himself towards the sent. As he nursed he thought about the scents around him. This must not be all the cats, he could smell other cats on mama (Maplekit...). As his belly began to fill he let a soft pur escape his small form. He shifted next to the warm form, but sniffed the air trying to smell his mama.

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Fernstar | 26 moons | Leader | Coughing up blood | Temporary Camp | Mentions; Sootstep, Maplekit, Hunting Patrol

The massive silver tabby slid down, so that she was laying on her stomach. She finished off the small vole, and sighed, scooting the remains away from her. She glanced over at the cobalt-eyes tom. His charcoal-grey form always lurked in the back of her mind, and whenever they talked, she could feel a fluttery feeling, like butterflies, in her stomach. She sighed softly, her eyes tracing over his slim, graceful visage. She blinked her deep emerald green eyes, and a small blush crept across her face as she realized she was staring. She could feel her ears burning, and shook her large head to dispel her thoughts.

Her attention was drawn to the entrance, and she noticed Maplekit watching her, and offered a small smile. She beckoned to the small kitten with her feathery grey banner. The kitten looked like she wanted to talk, and she was interested in hearing what the small kitten had to say. Her breath caught in her throat, and she bit her charcoal-tinged lip, hoping that she wouldn't ask about Tinybird. A nagging thought at the back of her mind mentioned the hunting patrol, but she brushed it away, hoping that they would be back soon.

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