- BarnClan -

This Clan made their home on an abandoned farm and are undoubtedly the living descendants of former barn cats. Their camp is located within the old barn at the heart of the territory, still standing strong even after all these years unmaintained by humans. Out of the three Clans, they are considered the most humble and diplomatic, even throughout the war. Cats from this Clan tend to sport average builds, normally lacking the litheness of ValleyClan cats or the firm muscle of BridgeClan cats, rather somewhere in between, with either short or long fur, though they are undoubtedly the most diverse of the surviving Clans and more likely to accept outsiders than ValleyClan. Their main sources of prey are mice, rabbits, squirrels and shrews, though insects aren't out of the question either. They aren't very proficient bird hunters and rarely catch them. Their water comes from a small stream along the border with ValleyClan, but BarnClan cats do not enjoy getting wet and only use it to quench their thirst.

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- ValleyClan -

ValleyClan territory consists of a large stretch of meadow littered with shallow streams leading out into a small lake that serves as their main source of water. A rather scarce patch of woodland can be found near the border with BridgeClan. Their camp is located in underground caverns the cats have adapted to living in, the entrance well hidden and guarded by gorse bushes. The part of the cavern the camp is situated in rarely floods during stormy weather, but the cats have a temporary camp among a copse of pine trees reserved for such emergencies. They are known for being swift and excellent swimmers, they are also infamous as the vainest of the Clans as well as being highly territorial. ValleyClan cats tend to have slender, long-legged builds made for running with short, sleek pelts. Cats differing from the norm are usually not Clan-born. They hunt mainly rabbits, hares and birds, but also often catch fish and frogs from the lake. Voles, crayfish, newts, freshwater clams and salamanders can be found around the streams.

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- BridgeClan -

Once this land was made up of fierce, strong warriors, but now BridgeClan's territory has been claimed by outsiders. These cats lived beneath the trees in the forest bordering ValleyClan, their camp situated in a small clearing beside a wide creek and man-made bridge. BridgeClan cats were predominantly thick-furred cats with strong hind legs and muscular bodies, excellent climbers and skilled at hunting in the underbrush. Their main prey source was various rodents and lizards, but small fish and other water-dwelling creatures could be caught at the creek and smaller streams found throughout the territory. BridgeClan cats were proud and stubborn, refusing to give in until the very end. They were ruled by a conniving tom called Adderstar who has since given up his role as leader and now lives as a rogue.

𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

BarnClan

Leader
Emberstar - A fiery coloured tortoiseshell cat with bright amber eyes.

Deputy
Duskpelt – a classic tabby tom with a stocky build and warm yellow eyes.

Medicine Cat
Appleflower- A small orange tom with streaks of white spotting who perpetually looks nervous.

Medicine Cat Apprentince
Echopaw - A small silver tabby with faint tan marks and startlingly bright green and blue eyes.

Warriors
Brokenstep - Broad black and white patched tom with blue eyes. Walks with a heavy limp.

Ravenwind - Sleek black she-cat with white underfur and white paws, light green eyes.

Creekleaf - A medium-furred dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with yellow-green eyes and a scar over the bridge of her muzzle.

Cattleleap - A slender black and ginger chimera tom with green eyes.

Pantherclaw - Sleek black she-cat with piercing yellow eyes.

Aspenheart - A short-haired tabby she-cat with a white chest and golden eyes.
Apprentince: Robinpaw.

Warrior Apprentinces
Robinpaw - A ginger, gray-brown and white patched tabby she-cat with swirling black stripes and lemon yellow eyes.

Queens

Kits

Elders

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ValleyClan

Leader
Palestar - A lean white tom with reddish-cream points, a freckled nose and deep blue eyes.

Deputy
Sleekstep - A russet-colored she-cat with bright green eyes.
Apprentince: Batpaw.

Medicine Cat
Blossombreeze - Black and ginger tortoiseshell with dark golden eyes.

Medicine Cat Apprentince
Spiderpaw -

Warriors
Shadowfoot - Tall black she-cat with pale green eyes.

Whisperleaf - Small and slender calico she-cat with hazel-green eyes.

Snowdapple - A sturdy she-cat with an unusual black pelt dappled with increasing white spots and pale gold eyes.

Shadewhisper - A thin white molly with black and tortoiseshell seal points and a missing ear.
Apprentince: Minkpaw.

Dapplewing - Delicate looking white and sepia dappled she-cat with soft baby blue eyes

Warrior Apprentinces
Batpaw - A tall black tom with a faintly brown tail and bright yellow eyes.

Minkpaw - A sleek golden and white tabby tom with deep hazel eyes.

Queens

Kits

Elders

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Outsiders

Adderstrike - A sleek chocolate brown tom with battle-scarred ears and jade green eyes.

Skunk - A long furred black and white cat with a startlingly similar pattern to a skunk.

Pounce - A lean, pale calico she-cat with soft plumy fur and pale green eyes.

News/Events/Weather

It's early morning and both Clans are waking for the day. The air is a bit chilly but seems to be warming as the sun rises. Newleaf has just begun, bringing with it the promise of prey and renewed life. A gathering will be held once night falls, the first since the war began, and it's the subject of much excitement. Recently ValleyClan was forced to take shelter among the trees when their underground camp flooded after a recent rainstorm, a rare event that has struck some as a bad omen.

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⇺ [ Palestar ] ⇻
24 Moons • Male • ValleyClan • Leader
Location: Camp • Mentions: None, Open

Palestar's cold dark blue gaze scanned the slowly waking camp, little more than chips of ice set in a flame pointed face. The rising sun illuminated his form perched upon one of the higher branches of a nearby pine tree, casting a long shadow over the needle-strewn ground. A gentle breeze pulled at his pelt, urging him back to the valley, but he resisted the call, aware a good portion of their territory was still covered in water. He caught sight of his aunt Blossombreeze exiting her temporary medicine den, blinking at him cheerily.

He nodded his own greeting, the barest of acknowledgments, but made no move to approach her. Fifteen moons had passed since the demise of BridgeClan. Fifteen moons since the treaty was declared. Fifteen moons since blood was last shed between the surviving Clans. Palestar sometimes found such facts hard to believe, yet Emberstar had convinced him to attend a gathering at the next full moon and by the end of the day, he would lead his Clan to the ancestral land where they had once been held.

He had his misgivings, but Palestar supposed if they wanted to foster peace this was a nessacary tradition. Pushing his troubled thoughts from his mind, his gaze refocused on the few cats he could see mingling below, seeking out the trademark reddish pelt of his deputy. Patrols would need sorting soon, miserably wet conditions or not.

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⇺ [ Adderstrike ] ⇻
50 Moons • Male • Rogue • Former BridgeClan Leader
Location: Former BridgeClan Territory • Mentions: None, Open

The chocolate-fuured tom woke alone, curled beneath the roots of a mighty oak, far from the deserted camp. He couldn't sleep there anymore. Not if he wanted any genuine rest. The rancid stench of death filled his nostrils despite fading long ago every time he settled into his old den, images of corpses laid across a bloody clearing and fleeing cats soon following whenever he closed his eyes. It was better to take refuge where such memories couldn't haunt him. His presence was not needed nor missed by those who once called him their leader.

Stretching out stiff limbs and leaving the warmth of his nest behind, Adderstrike slunk through the underbrush half-heartedly, even the hunger gnawing at his insides not proving much of a motivator. His movements were sluggish, the lack of proper nourishment over the past few moons beginning to wear on him. While once a clearly striking cat his eyes were now sunken and ribs far more defined than they would be on a healthy feline. It was evident this cat was merely going through the motions and didn't have much interest in preserving his life any longer.

Seeking vengeance on those who had forcefully ended his legacy crossed his mind from time to time. The notion of causing trouble for BarnClan and ValleyClan was terribly tempting, but he found he didn't have the drive or energy to follow through with such plans. There wasn't much one cat could do against so many others. He paused beside one of the few streams that cut through the forest, lapping up a few mouthfuls of water before sprawling his body across one of the flat stones that overhung the water, a streak of sunlight peaking through the canopy to warm his brown pelt.

BarnClan
❀ Ravenwind ❀
35 Moons | She-Cat | BarnClan Warrior
Location: BarnClan Camp | Mentions: OPEN

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Chirp chirp

A pair of black ears twitched at the sound of birds awakening outside and emerald green eyes opened in a blurry haze. It took a moment for them to focus and the she-cat released an annoyed huff. The sun was barely up in the sky and the chilly morning breeze outside was floating inside their cozy barn, the raven black she-cat slowly lifted her head and rose to her paws. A wave of tiredness washed over her and she stretched her stiff muscles; her nest was getting very uncomfortable, it was probably time to change the bedding. With a quiet yawn, the black she-cat padded outside of the camp and she eyed the fresh-kill pile. Hunger rumbled in her stomach, creating a briefly painful poke at her belly. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to eat what was left in the pile as it was covered with morning dew...

She flicked her ears at the sound of Aspenheart padding out of her nest and approaching the prey. "Good morning!" She mewed, receiving a tired grunt from her Clanmate. Even after fifteen moons, the tabby still didn't seem to be too comfortable within their Clan. It was understandable, though. She probably missed her home Clan...

•: Aspenheart:•
41 Moons | She-Cat | BarnClan Warrior
Location: BarnClan Camp | Mentions: Ravenwind (d) Robinpaw, Cedarclaw (id)

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The tabby had been awoken by the sound of moss rustling and she'd opened her golden eyes to see the she-cat known as Ravenwind exiting the den. It was sunrise now... It was probably time for her to wake up. Reluctantly, Aspenheart stiffly stood and stretched, she quietly followed her Clanmate out and took a rather scrawny mouse from the fresh-kill pile, she really didn't feel like eating, but she knew she had to get her energy up or else she'd be cranky and tired all day.

"Good morning!" She cast her attention to the black she-cat and simply turned her back, she padded away . When was Robinpaw? She knew her brother, Cedarclaw, was on the dawn patrol, so she assumed her apprentice was still asleep. For a moment, she pondered waking her before deciding to let her sleep until a few more cats were up.

ValleyClan
★ Whisperleaf ★
28 Moons | She-Cat | ValleyClan Warrior
Location: Camp | Mentions: Palestar, Blossombreeze

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The calico she-cat had been one of the first ones up, having awoken to watch the sun rise into the sky from the tree tops. She closed her eyes as the breeze ruffled her fur, calling her back home towards the Valley. As much as she wished she could return, she knew she would be walking in shoulder-deep water or even swimming. She despised being out in the wooded area with little sunshine. Although there was grass beneath her paws when she walked, she preferred the softer grass of the Valley. Besides, she kept stepping on what felt like thorns hidden in the grass blades! It hurt her paws...

With a sigh, the she-cat made her way down from the tree and her eyes landed on Palestar, she smiled and leapt from her tree branch, dropping down in front of him like a blur. She greeted him with a "Hello!" as she fell by before hitting the ground.

Pounce|Rogue|Kitten-like Calico she-cat|Location: Former Bridgeclan territory|Mentions: Adderstrike

It was just Pounces luck that the sun managed to find the one hole in the shelter she had found. Her eye squinted open, as if her sour look could convince the offending rays to cease their shining. Yet, per usual, it didn't work. Giving a yawn, the young cat began to unsettled herself from her curled position, the brisk air giving her a jolt of awareness. She had been foolish to start her journeying in the middle of Leaf-bare, but slow the world had started to thaw. Perhaps this would mean no more begging at Two-leg doors for food. Pulling herself from her root nest, she stretched, letting the sun catch her fur. When it wasn't in her eyes, it was a useful object.
The birds called overhead, and the wind gave a gentle whistled through the trees. It was clear the morning had already started for the rest of the forest.
"Alright then, Pounce. You best be off. Though where too..." she paused, and looked around.
"I have no clue." Giving a last shake, she began to pad forward, not really in a particular direction. In truth, she had lost the trail of her supposed father several days ago, and had spent the last few trying to get any insight on where he might be from the local kitty-pets and rogues. They hadn't been of much help however, most just chattering on about the wilds cats that lived beyond. Pounce gave a shudder as she recalled the stories. They had spoken of yowls int he night, how they were so fierce, they had destroyed one another until there was nothing left but a blood stained patch of territory in the woods. Sure, it was clear that the stories had been exaggerated and grown from cats who let their imaginations run wild, but never the less as Pounce delved deeper into the unfamiliar terrain, she couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.
She traveled for most of the early morning, her paws taking her to a stream that she now skirted, not wanting to risk dunking her paws into the chilly water. So, she had taken to following the winding path, hoping a two-leg bridge would appear, or that it would eventually grow thin enough to jump across. She was so lost in through about streams and wonders of where she was, that she didn't see the tom sprawled across the nearing rocks, and with her gaze locked across the stream, it wasn't until she was nearly on the tom that she noticed something was amiss.
Seeing the dark figure appear out, to her eyes, nowhere, she couldn't help the small squeek of surprise, nor the hiss that burst from her chest.
"Raahh! Wild cat!" She jumped backwards, stumbled, then crouched, peering upwards at the tom on the rocks, feeling her fur grow hot with embarrassment.

♂ ʜᴀʀᴇʙʀɪᴀʀ
20 Moons | Tomcat | Barnclan Warrior
Location: Barn | Mood: Content | Mate: None | Mentions: Open!

Harebriar yawned and rolled onto his back, batting his paws in the air as he woke up for the day. He sat up, looking at his nest perched on the second floor of the barn, in the corner. His nest looked flat and stiff. I think I should rebuild my nest... he thought to himself, looking down at his white paws before getting up and walking across the barn’s decaying wood flooring. He leapt onto the railing, gazing down at his other fellow Barnclan cats, with some doing chores and others still resting.

The warm, honey-colored sunlight crept into the cracks of the barn, dappling Harebriar’s coat with sunlight. He could smell the morning dew, and his eyes fixated on a lonely grey mouse, nibbling on dry hay. He positioned himself on the railing, ready to leap down on the mouse. He took a second or two, painfully aware that the mouse could see him, and he leapt onto it. He held the mouse in his mouth, watching the shaky railing as it stilled. He wondered if he should bring it to the kill pile, or eat it himself. His belly answered him with a rumble, so he rolled his eyes and gulfed down the mouse within a few seconds.

He made his way to the ladder, which was old and rusty, on the verge of collapsing. Harebriar lightly put some weight on the ladder, climbing down to get to the dry hay which lay on the ground of the barn. He leapt off the ladder, a few feet off the ground, and landed on his paws clumsily. Luckily, he regained his balance and began scanning the area and making sure no cat was woken up due to him.

♂ ᴄᴀᴛᴛʟᴇʟᴇᴀᴘ
27 Moons | Tomcat | Barnclan Warrior
Location: Barn | Mood: Groggy | Mate: None | Mentions: Ravenwind [d], Harebriar, Appleflower [id]

The chimera tom woke up with a headache, and was not looking forward to the rest of the day. But he had to get up sooner or later, so the young tom dragged himself out of bed and slowly made his way to the kill pile. He took out a blue bird, which was rare considering most of the clan couldn’t hunt birds to save their lives- anyway, he picked at the bird, nibbling on it. He wasn’t hungry, and his throat was dry, but he made himself eat it anyway.

He walked outside the barn, the morning breeze hitting his face and chest. He wasn’t sure how to react, but there was still a painful throbbing in his head. Maybe i’ll go see the medicine cat.. he thought to himself as he walked to the stream by himself, which was close to the ValleyClan’s territory. His weight made the flowers crunch below him. The first signs of spring.. He thought, trying to keep his mind off the headache.

Soon, the stream came into view. He listened to the slow trickling of the water as it moved down the stream, and he slowly lapped at the water. Cold. Refreshing. His throat was much better now, so he turned and decided to meet with the medicine cat, hoping Appleflower would be awake. He listened to the chirping of the birds overhead, perhaps teasing the tomcat for not being able to hunt birds, but at least Cattleleap didn’t know what they were saying. As he saw the barn again, a familiar scent of cats entered his nose.

He watched as a tomcat, Harebriar, was hunting a mouse within the barn. He was intently fixated on the tom, he forgot to watch where he was going and bumped into a black, short haired she-cat at the kill pile. “Oh. My bad. Sorry. Forgot to watch where I was going.” He said apologetically. Harebriar was always like a brother to him, but he should’ve kept his eyes ahead of him.. not looking at his lousy adoptive brother hunting.

⇺ [ Palestar ] ⇻
24 Moons • Male • ValleyClan • Leader
Location: Camp • Mentions: Whisperleaf, Sleekstep

The sway of branches above his head was the only warning Palestar received before Whisperleaf whizzed past the spindly bough on which he perched, offering a brief hello as she plunged toward the ground with alarming speed. Shock washed over him, for a moment apprehensive the she-cat might be injured despite the fact she had sounded rather unconcerned herself. He was already rapidly snaking his way down the pine by the time Whisperleaf landed on the needle cushioned grass below, leaping down the rest of the way to land beside her.

After concluding she was indeed fine he scowled at the warrior, clearly unamused by the stunt. “You’re old enough to know better than that,” he scolded, tail lashing. Pines weren’t the easiest trees to climb and the branches often proved unstable and easy to break. Only the most experienced and attentive climbers could hope to scale one successfully. “If you aren’t careful you could seriously injure yourself. Don’t ever let me catch you doing that again.” Shooting Whisperleaf one last disapproving glance, he set out in search of Sleekstep. It was time they get the day going before any of the other cats got any bright ideas.

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⇺ [ Blossombreeze ] ⇻
69 Moons • Female • ValleyClan • Medicine Cat
Location: Camp • Mentions: Spiderpaw (Directly) / Appleflower (Indirectly)

Blossombreeze gazed down at Spiderpaw fondly as the short tom slept, tempted to allow him a few more moments of rest. The last few days hadn’t been the easiest for any cat, their camp flooded and the Clan forced to make do under the pines at the edge of their territory, dangerously close to BridgeClan’s former border. It appeared being so close to the destroyed Clan’s home was making some of her Clanmates feel rather uneasy and she couldn’t say she blamed them. The forest gave off an almost haunting aura now, one that discouraged exploration and seemed to seep down into their very bones so they could never forget the ghastly crime that occurred there.

Deciding to leave her apprentice to his dreams for the time-being, Blossombreeze moved to the other side of their den, if you could call the scraggly line of bushes they were currently using for shelter such, to examine what remained of their herb stock. So much was lost in the flood and with most of their territory underwater replacing what was needed was sure to be a trying task. Blossombreeze concluded there were really only two choices. She could travel to BarnClan’s camp to request aid from Appleflower or they could risk venturing into BridgeClan territory, which had remained untouched by the worst of the rainfall as far as she knew. She doubted Palestar would approve of either option.

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⇺ [ Shadowfoot ] ⇻
36 Moons • Female • ValleyClan • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: Batpaw, Whisperleaf

Darkness swarmed the camp, swallowing everything in its path and obliterating what remained of the light. Shadowfoot felt frozen, as if her paws were incapable of movement, rooted to the ground. Dovepaw and Batpaw raced toward her, struggling to outpace the invading shadows. The sight of her kits’ terrified faces unlocked something inside her, releasing Shadowfoot from her statuesque pose.

She sprang forward, claws unsheathed as she rushed to rescue her children. She wasn’t fast enough. Dovepaw screeched as the blackness consumed her and Batpaw pivoted on one heel, rearing to face it. His bravery was in vain. It took him too. Shadowfoot yowled in outrage before plunging headfirst into the inky depths of the surge after them, but the moment she disappeared within all the energy and emotion seemed to seep out of her. She was nothing. They were nothing. The fight was over…

Shadowfoot awoke with a start, fear spiking before her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the makeshift den and she found herself staring at the wooden wall of a hollowed log several of the warriors were currently using as a sleeping area until they could return to their real camp. It was a tight fit and insanely uncomfortable for the black she-cat who was exceptionally tall, towering over even the largest tom of her Clan. Her body was long and lean over bulky, but her size was still an imposing factor to even some of her own Clanmates let alone the rival Clan.

Shadowfoot suspected if she hadn’t been the former leader’s daughter she would have been subject to a great deal of scrutiny. Now as a fully grown and trained warrior, there were few who dared aim a snide comment her way or that of her children's, kittypet blood or not. It was in such times she was grateful to have kept their BridgeClan father a secret. Batpaw was already discontent with the fact his father was an unknown and she would never speak of him, she could only imagine her son’s opinion of her would deteriorate completely if he ever discovered the truth.

Rising to her paws best she could in the small space and squeezing through a thin crack at the top of the log rather than creeping over her sleeping Clanmates to reach the official entrance, Shadowfoot made her way out to the center of the clearing, spotting both Palestar and Whisperleaf in one of the overhanging pines. Whiskers twitched in amusement at the greeting Whisperleaf offered Palestar before bouncing down to the ground.

She sent the other she-cat a friendly nod before moving toward the apprentice's den and peering inside, relief washing of her as she spotted both Dovepaw and Batpaw still curled in their nests. Deciding not to disturb them, she moved back to the center of camp to await further instructions. She suspected Palestar would want a patrol to access the water levels and wanted to make herself available for the task.

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⇺ [ Brokenstep ] ⇻
30 Moons • Male • BarnClan • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: Harebriar

“Watch it!” Brokenstep hissed as another cat nearly landed on top of him, just barely managing to avoid becoming part of Harebriar’s uncoordinated landing. His ears were flattened against his skull, eyes narrowed to icy slits and teeth bared grumpily. In truth, it wasn’t completely Harebriar’s fault. Even after roughly eight moons spent with BarnClan, Brokenstep still wasn’t used to their camp, or the fact some of the warriors chose to sleep up in the loft and would come plummeting down without warning every morning.

Perhaps it was understandable. Many of those moons had been spent holed up in the elder’s den or else wandering the territory solo rather than mingling around camp before he was reinstated as a warrior. Pelt prickling in annoyance at his own lack of foresight, he quickly limped away from the other tom without another word and settled near the edge of camp so he could peer out into the yard. He watched Robinpaw stalk inside looking like a drowned rat, and considered perhaps she had more reason to be disgruntled than him this morning, his own temper beginning to ebb.

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⇺ [ Robinpaw ] ⇻
8 Moons • Female • BarnClan • Warrior Apprentice
Location: Camp • Mentions: Aspenheart, Ravenwind, Cattleleap

Robinpaw trudged through the pasture that led to the barn, the long, wet grass seeming to cling to her paws and make walking all that more difficult. The young patched tabby had started out in a trot once the first hints of sunlight peeked above the horizon, but after tripping twice she reluctantly accepted she would simply not be making a secretive entrance this morning and would need to take her time. It felt like forever before the overgrown field gave way to sparser grass and she slipped through the barn entrance, her short pelt slicked back from traveling through the drenched foliage, clinging to her thin frame.

BarnClan might not have flooded like their neighbor, but boy was it wet out there. Her ears folded back against her head once she caught sight of Cattleleap, Ravenwind and Aspenheart conversing inside, certain the two she-cat’s and tom had seen her. No doubt she would have to explain herself. Yellow eyes narrowed in silent defiance as she waited for Aspenheart to approach her, signifying she was already in a less than agreeable mood. Lately, Robinpaw had been less and less like herself, moody and prone to snapping at even her own kin. Today would be no different from the looks of it.

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⇺ [ Adderstrike ] ⇻
50 Moons • Male • Rogue • Former BridgeClan Leader
Location: Former BridgeClan Territory • Mentions: Pounce

The sound of paws moving through the surrounding underbrush didn’t go unmissed by the resting tom, but the only acknowledgment Adderstrike gave he had heard anything was the brief flick of his ears. What could it be this time? Not a predator surely. If so, they were a poor hunter. A creature whose life was still of value to them would have fled far before now, they clearly didn’t care if they were heard. The scent of an unfamiliar cat blew toward him as the gentle breeze rustling through the trees shifted in his favor, but even then he remained just as unbothered. At the very least, he wouldn’t have a tangle with a disgruntled former Clanmate.

He still bore the remnants of his last encounter, moon-old clawmarks scattered across his pelt. The other tom might have been larger, but Adderstrike was still surprisingly swift and had easily gained the upper paw. He hadn’t seen the tabby since, and Adderstrike pondered why he’d fought so hard for his life when he hardly cared for it anymore. The world seemed bleak without Hawkflight, and he had failed his purpose, his Clan dispersed and territory empty. Perhaps it was pride. If his life was to end, it would certainly not be at the wrath of a cat he had once ruled over.

The startled exclamations of his guest finally resulted in a reaction, jade-colored eyes slowly blinking open, regarding the she-cat impassively. “Do keep it down,” he commented, expression inscrutable as he stared down at the fluffy calico. “You’ve interrupted a perfectly fine nap.” Even if her scent hadn’t given it away, he could tell with one glance the molly wasn’t from any of the Clans. It wasn’t often Adderstrike stumbled upon a stranger, or in this case had one stumble across him, literally. The forest gave off a sense of foreboding now, as if warning outsiders of the bloody history it withheld.

He supposed it wasn’t all that strange though. Rogues and loners would be foolish not to take advantage of what was now essentially free real estate. The remaining Clans weren’t eager to set so much as one paw here, guilt overcoming their greed, perhaps further fueled by superstition. Restless souls wandered these woods, lustful for revenge against those who had stolen their lives, or so the rumors told. Adderstrike was almost insulted. Obliterating an entire Clan only to leave the land they’d conquered and killed for untouched felt like a grave sin.

ounce|Rogue|Kitten-like Calico she-cat|Location: Former Bridgeclan terrain|Mentions: Adderstrike

Pounce coughed slightly, raising from her crouch once she realized the tom wasn't about to start attacking. She was grateful for that- the last few toms she had run across had been less than polite. This one though, he had a different air about him than the kitty-pets and rouges she had come to know. It was the air of someone who had lived a life that she couldn't even begin to understand, the wisdom, and intensity that comes with a life filled with experiences. She couldn't help herself, pounce was intrigued.

"Sorry about that. I didn't think I'd see anyone here. I mean, I hoped I would but you know, its a big stretch of territory and trying to find one cat among all these scents and smells, when you don't even know what your looking for is- well you probably know. I mean how do you find a cat who might not even be around, who you've never met? Its crazy but here we are, w'll, here I am-" she paused, and coughed again, an ear twitching sheepishly. She didn't mean to talk so much, but conversation after so many days of wandering in silence felt good.

"I'm Pounce, by the way." she finally added, padding a bit closer so she didn't feel like she needed to shout.
"Who, er what- Do cats come out here often?" she lowered herself onto her haunches, looking far to at ease around the stranger, her tail wrapping daintily around her paws. Perhaps this stranger could help her on her quest, and if not, at least it was a moment of well needed social time. As she got comfortable, her stomach gave an unhappy grumble, a reminder that she had yet to test her paws at hunting this morning.


Batpaw|Apprentice of Valleyclan|Yellow eyed Black Tom, 10 Moons|Location: Camp|Mentions: Shadowfoot, Whisperleaf, Palestar, Open

Batpaw shifted in his nest, his eyes just barely opened to the faintest of slits. He could hear the cats outside in the camp rustling about, the signs of activity that signaled their morning routine. The sun just dappled its way into their nest, but its rays were interrupted as a shadow fell over him for a brief moment, before passing. Batpaw raised his head, seeing the retreating form of his mothers familiar pelt. His eyes narrowed once again as he watched her path, nose wrinkling. He didn't know if she had been looking for someone else, but her presence near their den made him believe she was just checking in, as if he and his sister were still kits. Batpaw gave a quiet huff, glancing at Dovepaw who still seemed deep in her own sleep. Raising daintily from his own nest, Batpaw stepped over his sisters form, slinking his way out into the warm rays with a stretch. He was grateful that the worst of Leaf-bare seemed to be over, he could do without the snow for a long while.
As he padded forward, Batpaw skirted his mother rather pointedly, shifting to wait for the days orders from a few fox-lengths away instead, beginning to groom his sleek dark pelt. His ears twitched as he listened to Palestar reprimand Whisperleaf, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the she-cat. She was acting like an apprentice, and he didn't blame the leader for being less than amused at the antics.



Echopaw|Med-cat Apprentice ofBarnclan|Pale silver tabby Tom with bright pale eyes|Location: Camp|Mentions: Brokentail, Robinpaw, Cattleleap, Harebriar, Open

It was a lovely day. Echopaw continued his slow walk around the barn, a look of contentment on his face. His jaws were filled with horsetail, giving the already peculiar looking tom an even more odd appearance, the green herb sticking out from either side of his jaws. He didn't seem to be bothered however, as he made his way back towards the entrance to the barn, slowing only as he watched a rather disgruntled looking Robinpaw slunk her way back into camp. His head tilted, watching her before following suit. He wondered if she had perhaps had an accident, but at her glowering expression he figured that it wasn't herb healing she needed.
turning his attention away from the angry apprentice, he let his eyes swiveled over the rest of the camp. Everyone seemed to be stirring, the rustle of cats echoing around their enclosed home. He watched as Brokentail snapped at Harebriar, and Cattleleap bumped into Ravenwind. It was looking to be an energetic day already. So lost in thought, Echopaw forgot he had a mouthful of herbs as he started at his clan-mates, as if watching something that was to interesting to look away from.

BarnClan
❀ Ravenwind ❀
35 Moons | She-Cat | BarnClan Warrior
Location: BarnClan Camp | Mentions: Harebriar, Brokenstep, Emberstar (id) Cattleleap (d)

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Having been ignored by Aspenheart, Ravenwind turned her attention back to the food laying out and waiting to be eaten. The sleek black she-cat closed her eyes, still refusing to eat, and listened to the sounds of the barn. She could hear her Clanmates waking up all around her and preparing for the day, some of them had already started their day and was outside the barn hunting. Maybe a stroll would be good for her sore, aging muscles, she hadn't had any action in quite a while rather than chasing mice around the barn. She felt like her strength was deteriorating; she needed to spar with some cat.

"Everybody is still groggy." She thought. "Ah!" The she-cat's eyes snapped open when she felt a body slam into hers, she toppled over in surprise and her fur fluff up. Despite knowing the war was over, she was still jumpy and reactive. She'd spent her first few moons as a warrior battling alongside her Clanmates. Her mind cleared before she did something she would regret and she seen the figure of Cattleleap, a cat whom was not born in her Clan, standing over her. She offered him a smile, "It's alright," the black she-cat stood to her paws, "do you know where Emberstar is? I didn't see a dawn patrol leave."

Hearing a familiar voice snap behind her,she turned her eyes to see Harebriar recomposing himself after jumping from the second floor. Apparently he'd nearly landed on Brokenstep.

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41 Moons | She-Cat | BarnClan Warrior
Location: BarnClan Camp | Mentions: Robinpaw, Echopaw.

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The first thing Aspenheart had noticed when she'd laid down to eat was Robinpaw entering the barn again. She knew the others had seen her, but none even took the time to pay attention. The tabby sat up and took the mouse into her jaws, she kept her golden eyes locked on the apprentice as she approached her. She could already tell the she-cat was in a bad mood, just like the few days before. Aspenheart could only assume that she was going through the stage every she-cat does, she was grumpy and irritable when she went through that.

The tabby just dropped the mouse at her apprentice's paws and lashed her tail, "Eat up, we'll get started with training when you've eaten." Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the medicine cat's apprentice, Echopaw, watching the cats of the Clan and she snorted, "What's so interesting that you have to stare?" Aspenheart was normally very social and friendly towards her Clanmates, so she'd probably warm up later. She was still grumpy from having been woken up.

ValleyClan
★ Whisperleaf ★
28 Moons | She-Cat | ValleyClan Warrior
Location: Camp | Mentions: Palestar, Batpaw, Shadowfoot

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The calico's head whisked around at the sound of Palestar's scolding voice and she twitched her ears, she wasn't quite sure how to feel about taking orders from a cat four moons younger than her. It seemed the entire camp was grouchy and irritable, there weren't any kits in the Clan to cheer them up and put a smile on their faces. Whisperleaf released a sigh and her eyes glanced towards Batpaw as he exited the den. He didn't seem to be too amused with her antics either; perhaps she should just keep to herself. Was there anybody within her Clan who wasn't so uptight? Yeesh!

Whisperleaf lashed her tail and quietly apologized to Palestar, muttering under her breath that she was fine and would've been fine. Swallowing her perky personality, she trudged towards the fresh-kill pile. Although she wouldn't say it out loud, she was hoping something interesting would happen today. It seemed to be the same routine every day; wake up, eat, patrol, occasional Clan meeting, hunt, gossip, eat, and go back to sleep. While most of her friends seemed to love same ol' same ol', she wanted some kind of thrill. The flood had been quite interesting, but she wouldn't hope for another disaster like that again.

"Good morning Shadowfoot," the calico greeted her Clan mate as she took a squirrel from the fresh-kill pile, "when do you think we could return to camp?

✵ Blizzardbreeze ✵
56 Moons | Tom | ValleyClan Warrior
Location: Pine forest -> Camp | Mentions: Palestar (id)

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"Help me, you mouse-brain!"

Blizzardbreeze had been woken up long before dawn when the memory of his former mentor being murdered before his very eyes rushed through his mind, he remembered the sound of his dying, strangled cry and the sight of the tom being torn apart. The sound of bones crunching and snapping would never leave him; nor would the painful scar across his left hip. He'd had a stiff hind leg for moons after the attack. Blizzardbreeze had watched his Clanmates die before, and had even killed a few cats himself, he always wondered why he suffered from that specific memory.

The feeling of his paws sloshing through water snapped him back to reality and he realized he'd been heading towards the meadow. Early that morning, he'd left camp while Palestar was still asleep to clear his mind. In his jaws dangled a bird he'd found suffering from a broken wing. He'd quickly put the creature out of its misery and ended its life. Blizzardbreeze turned and quickly made his way back towards their temporary camp, his long white fur damp and covered with grass and leaves. Quietly, he re-entered the clearing hoping Palestar wouldn't notice him.

Emberstar
62 moons|She-cat|Barnclan Leader
Location: Barnclan Camp
Mentions: Ravenwind (d), Robinpaw (id), Echopaw (id), Brokenstep (id), Duskpelt (id)

The rhythmic thundering on the barn roof had soothed Emberstar into quite a deep sleep. Her nest in the loft meant even a light storm could drown out all other noises. A heavy one could even smother the worst of her dreams. As such the rain put her in a surprisingly good mood, even when a few stray drops found her nose and woke her with a start. She sneezed a few times and pawed the water off. Well awake now, she made her way to the edge of the loft floor and peered down at the cats waking below. The colourful dart of a cat and the thud of paws hitting the dirt seemed to mirror the drizzle outside. She watched quietly at the havoc below.

Brokenstep was nearly flattened by a ginger streak and smartly made his way out of the landing zone. A very soggy Robinpaw made her grumpy mood known. Echopaw was inspecting his clanmates, already falling into his future role as medicine cat. A gathering had formed around the fresh-kill pile, cats filling their bellies and chatting about the day ahead. The excitement filled the barn with a kind of peaceful warmth that tried to lull her back to sleep. She had rested her head on her paws and shut her eyes when she heard her name from below. Ravenwind was asking about the dawn patrol. She supposed she'd have to organise that instead having a nap. With dainty paws, she made her way down the ladder to the floor below.

"You seem eager for patrol, Ravenwind," she purred, settling beside her clanmate. "And rightly so, we have a busy day ahead of us. We'll need all the paws we can get." Her amber eyes glanced through the crowd for her deputy. "Have you seen Duskpelt yet?" No doubt he would be delighted with her plans, though she expected a few grumbles from the older cats. But it was important to lead by example. She had to show how to make the aftermath a kinder place.

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| Sleekstep | 30 Moons | Female | Valleyclan Deputy |
Location: 'Camp' - Assigning patrols
Mentions: Palestar, Batpaw, [others that are gathering around to be assigned their patrol]

All around her, the yowls of clanmates hauntingly swirled around her, yet she couldn't see anything. Blindly she ran, calling out to them. "Batpaw?! Palestar!? Blossombreeze?!" The cacophony grew louder and louder still. "Whisperleaf?! Blizzardbreeze? Shadowfoot?! Anyone?!" All of a sudden, the yowling which had been growing ever-louder just... stopped.

Wide green eyes snapped open as Sleekstep found herself sprawled out on the forest floor below the branch she'd decided to sleep on. Luckily she'd chosen one not far off the ground, and thankfully the rest of her clanmates weren't awake just yet. A dull throb in her front foot told her that she'd likely fallen on it wrong, but it was the least of her worries right now. She padded onwards, taking some time to try to clear her head before returning to camp to assign patrols for the day. There was a slight limp in her gait, but nothing too out of the ordinary.

By the time she returned, more cats seemed to be waking up, and for that she was glad. She sat in the middle of their makeshift 'camp' -- A far cry from what should be their true home, waiting as Palestar approached. "Good morning, I was just about to start assigning patrols for the day." She sat with her foot slightly held off the ground, but it would likely take the sharp eye of Blossombreeze to realize her paw was hurt. She caught sight of her apprentice circling the camp and cleared her throat. "Batpaw? What has you over there avoiding us like you don't want to be seen?" It was clear that she was mostly teasing the young cat, though it was also a clear message for him to come join her. "We're going to get right to work training once I've assigned patrols. I was thinking of some tracking practice today, what do you think of it?"

⇺ [ Palestar ] ⇻
24 Moons • Male • ValleyClan • Leader
Location: Camp • Mentions: Sleekstep, Batpaw, Shadewhisper

It wasn’t long before he spotted Sleekstep settling at the center of camp, padding toward the ruddy she-cat and sitting beside her a moment later. Palestar was nothing if not observant, eyes narrowing slightly upon noticing she was favoring one paw, but he said nothing on the matter, trusting his deputy to seek treatment from Blossombreeze if she felt it necessary. He remained silent as she addressed her apprentice, following her gaze to where Batpaw sat apart from the other cats. He noted Shadowfoot’s forlorn visage as she stared after her son as well as his refusal to so much as glance her way and determined it wasn’t the whole Clan the young tom was avoiding so much as her. While he could feel the beginnings of concern arising, he concluded it was up to them to sort out whatever had come between them.

“You won’t have many places to practice tracking with most of the territory underwater,” Palestar pointed out mildly. “Not unless we stray into BridgeClan territory.” The drop in his tone made it clear this wasn’t an option despite bringing it up. “I want you to lead a patrol. Check and remark the borders as best you can. If the water proves too deep don’t worry about it. Your lives are worth more and I doubt those dry paws in BarnClan will have any interest in getting themselves wet. While you’re out, take note of the water levels nearest our camp. They should be receding by now. After that, you can train to your heart’s content.” Shadewhisper’s jubilant greeting seconds later didn’t appear to faze him any, Palestar had grown quite accustomed to his sister’s exuberance. “Good morning, Shadewhisper. I’m well enough, and I slept as much as I needed,” he replied evasively, the tired expression he wore proving to the contrary.

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⇺ [ Shadowfoot ] ⇻
36 Moons • Female • ValleyClan •Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: Batpaw, Whisperleaf, Sleekstep

Shadowfoot couldn’t help the crushing disappointment that filled her chest as Batpaw predictably turned his back to her, sadness displayed openly on her face before her gaze averted to her paws. She could only hope he would come around with time. Composing herself, she sat up straighter, light green eyes devoid of emotion and countenance dignified. She wouldn’t be caught feeling sorry for herself.

Whisperleaf’s greeting and following inquiry were a welcome distraction from her inner turmoil and her attention quickly redirected to the shorter she-cat. “In a day or so, I would image. No way to tell without checking though,” she murmured thoughtfully. Large ears angled toward Palestar and Sleekstep, picking up bits and pieces of their conversation. “Sounds as if a patrol will be heading out soon to do just that. Shall we find out?”

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⇺ [ Robinpaw ] ⇻
8 Moons • Female • BarnClan • Warrior Apprentice
Location: Camp • Mentions: Aspenheart, Echopaw. Emberstar

Relief washed over the apprentice when Aspenheart failed to question her, instead dropping a mouse at her paws and advising she eat before the day’s events began. She didn’t protest, letting herself flop down onto the dry hay that covered the wooden floor, warmth seeping back into her body as her fur began to dry. She tore into the offered prey with unexpected fervor, not realizing how famished she was until she tasted mouse blood on her tongue. Aspenheart’s next comment caused her gaze to stray toward Echopaw, finding the young tom did indeed appear to be observing them.

A snort escaped her, the medicine cat apprentice looked odd as ever, a bundle of herbs poking from each side of his mouth. For a moment a familiar mirth danced in her eyes, an amused smile gracing her muzzle before she returned to her meal, finishing it off in a few quick, messy bites, apparently not caring for manners at the moment. “Alright, I’ve finished,” she replied, wiping a few scraps of flesh and fur still clinging to her maw aside with a paw. Emberstar’s appearance, as well as the promise of an engaging day ahead of them, saw her glancing in the tortoiseshell's direction curiously. “What do you suppose she means?”

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⇺ [ Adderstrike ] ⇻
50 Moons • Male • Rogue • Former BridgeClan Leader
Location: Former BridgeClan Territory • Mentions: Pounce

The stranger had a poor sense of self-preservation, he observed, her body language quickly growing at ease, senseless chatter quick to follow. For most of the one-sided conversation, he appeared uninterested in moving, chin resting against one leg as he stared at the talkative she-cat. “Do you usually trust this easily?” He inquired once the last question tumbled out of her mouth, at last rising into an upright position, his aching joints protesting. “These woods aren’t safe to wander alone. You would do well to practice some caution.”

Extending his long limbs in an experimental stretch that was likely to look a bit funny to his guest, Adderstrike found he felt a bit less stiff as he snaked down the rocks to stand beside her. “Pounce, hm? Rogues always do have the most...interesting names. You’re looking for someone I gather. What makes you think they’re here of all places? Do you even know where you are?” He was sure he already knew the answer but was all the same curious as to what her answer would be. “No. Cats don’t often come here. Genocide tends to make a place feel a tad unwelcoming."

The audible grumble of Pounce's stomach caused his head to tilt, his own need for sustenance intensifying at the sound of another's hunger. Perhaps...he would eat today. It was strange really, and he hadn't quite realized it yet, but the notion of non-hostile company, however short or long that lasted, was not in the least opposed despite his curt responses.

Pantherclaw | 36 Moons | Female | Barn Clan | Warrior
Location: Top Level of Barn | Mentions: Open

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A snoozing black cat laid peacefully within a hay-made nest in the upper level of the abandoned barn within the heart of Barn Clan territory. The nest, though worn and old, was warm, and comforting enough to keep this warrior sleeping through the night. With soft belly rising and falling, and soft snores flowing through her petite nose, Pantherclaw dreamt longingly of hunting in a green meadow, littered with flocks of robins and shrews. Her two black ears twitched every now and then, tail-tip flicking as her dream drew on.
Soon enough, the dawn broke. Where she slept was in the old hay loft, in front of an opening at the front of the barn, with an appeasing view. Pantherclaw sure enjoyed the nighttime air, and albeit most of the nights being chilly, she obsessed over her favourite napping and sleeping quarters, enjoying the privacy and comfort of the loft.
A small ray of sunlight came through a crack in the barn wall, dancing along Pantherclaw's jet-black pelt, illuminating the bluish undertones and creating a dazzling gleam. Dust particles, now visible, floated through the air, and the warm sunlight would soon embrace the loft with a soft golden glow. In a few moments, the dark warrior's eyelids would peer open, revealing piercingly beautiful yellow eyes. Blinking gently, mentally preparing herself for a day of work, Pantherclaw woke up, taking her time with adjusting herself to consciousness. Shifting her body within the hay nest, the black she-cat rolled onto her belly, soon breaking into a stretch, raising her haunches upwards and arching her back. Jaws parted to reveal pearly white fangs, as a yawn was obnoxiously released from her jowls. With tail up, she'd flex her toes and shake herself free of debris, and make her way down to the main level of the barn.

Padding along a lone floor board and soon leaping down a few old wooden crates would bring Pantherclaw to the main area of the den site, where her clan-mates would be waiting. She'd wonder what she'd do today, and what was in store for her; it was new-leaf, which meant new opportunities, prey, and kits. A shiver of excitement ran through her and she twirled her tail happily, yellow eyes flickering about, looking for who to greet first.