Shadeflower | Fernclan territory| Freya

She nodded looking a little embarrassed.” Oh yes I believe you did.” She stated honestly partly forgetting that part of the conversation since she had gotten Freya the plump mouse. She felt like she had done that because it was in her nature to be caring and wanting to help the cats around her, even if this cat was new, strange and not apart of the clan. She still felt like she had a job a responsibility to take care of those around her.

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𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚊 | 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ——> 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 | 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛

The multicolored feline redirected her dull amber and cobalt blue gaze forward before utilizing her haunches to leap over an aging tree log that seemed to have been detached from its roots by an upwalker or natural occurrences. "This area is usually secluded and merely visited by outsiders since, unlike forest cats, they don’t travel to this specific section of the woods, and it’s best it remains that way unless you wish for fur to be torn." The rouge responded in a monotonous manner, subconsciously exhibiting her carnivorous dentition, presumably seeking to induce dismay as a sort of warning, expecting the healer to enter the soft grass-coated fraction of territory that appeared to be secure from upwalkers due to the presence of thorn bushes in the distance, preventing the tall creatures from being capable of trespassing into the thriving clearing that contained various ferns, herbs, camouflaged dens, and occasional burrows belonging to prey.

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§ Flipwing | tom | 38 m. | location; camp | tags; Fishsnout §

Letting out a quiet huff the large pale grey and white mackerel tabby sat near the den tree he shared with the other warriors, his orange gaze fixed on the smaller, lankier for of his younger brother as he sat in a patch of sun attempting to groom his scruffy pelt; Flipwing noticed how Fishsnout almost rolled over so he rose to his paws and approached the other tom "need some assistance Fishsnout, its been a bit since we shared tongues" came his deep voice as he spoke to the warrior, a kind smile and soft purr rumbling in his chest as he settled next to the grey and white tabby.


∆ Fishsnout | tom | bi. | 38 m. | location; camp | tags; Flipwing ∆

Grunting loudly a lanky grey and white tabby struggled to groom his pelt, his yellow eyes squinting before suddenly widening as he almost lost his balance while trying to reach a spot on his back "stupid fur" Fishsnout said to himself before quickly looking up as a large pale grey and white mackerel tabby approached him with a smile "oh hey Flipwing!" he greeted happily before falling silent, pondering his older brothers request as he laid beside him purring; suddenly a wide smile appeared on Fishsnout's maw as he nodded his head "of course!" he exclaimed, purring loudly as the spot he was trying to reach was smoothed down by Flipwing as they groomed each other; enjoying the bonding time they had.

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Ghost’Limb||Camp||

Ghost’Limb, after a few minutes, finished off their meal with a satisfied hum before they looked around camp at the other clan cats, their tail flicking a bit as they tilted their hat up to see more as they sat down in the clearing, cleaning his paw(since the other front Leg is missing) with a small purr as he tried to clean his fur without falling from loosing balance.

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Salmonleap | 27 moons | Female | New Queen
Location; Fernclan Camp
Mentions; Dewleaf

Salmonleap leaned into Dewleaf, listening closely to her. She didn’t know the whole story with Dewleaf’s past, but being close in age she was well aware that Froststar had been the one to raise her back when they were still young. She appreciated the reassurance from the warrior, trying to allow it to soothe her insecurity. “Thank you, I’m really grateful to know you, Dewleaf,” she said, letting out a resonant purr.

“Do you think you ever want kits?” she asked curiously. Salmonleap had never thought she herself would make a good mother, but one thing led to another and here she was now. She was grateful for the opportunity and felt like it was destined to be, but she wondered if Dewleaf had ever given being a Queen any thought.

Aldergrove | 108 moons | Nonbinary | Elder
Location;Western Fernclan Territory
Mentions; Badgerpaw

“They’re not for eating, just for looking,” Aldergrove was quick to preface. “Small, lizard-like. A bit slimy. Colorful,” the listed off features of a salamander, “If it’s bright and colorful, don’t eat it, that goes for most things.“

As they entered the denser part of the thick forest, they came upon a wide stream, babbling against smooth stones and clumps of green moss. There were a few small waterfalls where the land dropped down and the water followed, rushing along with a soothing white noise. Aldergrove approached the water and dipped their head, lapping it up and enjoying the cool feeling that filled their stomach. The shore was quite shallow to a point before sloping down into the deeper center of the stream, where the occasional fin would breach the surface of the water as juvenile salmon passed through the area. In the shallower waters were small sticklebacks and fry, picking at the algae and aquatic insects that skimmed across the surface.

“Quite cold today, are you sure you’re willing to fish?” they asked, wiping their muzzle with their paw and licking the droplets off of their fur.

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Shadeflower |western Fernclan territory| Freya

The she cat nodded as she looked towards the throned bushes.” Sounds like you don’t like twolegs or clan cats very much.” She chuckled a little to help ensure Freya that she was only joking, bad joke maybe but only joking. She could understand sometimes why rouges and loners might not like calm cats and it was mostly for the case of hunting but aside from that she didn’t completely understand.

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Honeystep | warrior | camp | open

The light furred cat had spent the morning in camp. It had taken him a while to stumble out of one of the dens onto the camp clearing. It had been quite dark, as only little light passed through into the ground, but it hadn't bothered him too much. Honeystep had joined some patrols but was back in camp now, just picking up a piece of prey to eat. He selected a small squirrel and sat down somewhere on the side, taking his time to slightly direct the carcass. The tom purred at the taste and sat watching the camp.

(Short starter for him, if you want to interract/have any type of connection. To him please do/or ask <3)

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Froststar | Fernclan Territory —> Fernclan Camp | Fishsnout & Flipwing

Froststar watched the group leave before turning and heading back into camp. It had been such a strange day already. Two-legs in the South, Kittypets in the North… what else would happen? The large black cat stepping to camp and looked around. It seemed like the clan was all awake now. Froststar would wait to hold a gathering until Riverstrike got back and they had time to make a plan. His gaze fell on the Medicine Cat den, it looked strangely… empty. Surely Shadeflower hadn’t gone off in her own. He made his way over to the den and peaking inside, Shadeflower no where to be seen. Puzzled, the tin turned around and scanned the camp. Nothing. He found himself worried and a bit frustrated, as they had seen the two-legs together and knew the risks of leaving alone at this time.
Froststar sighed and shook his head, hoping she would at least stay safe. The Maine Coon left the den and made his way into the center of camp; maybe he should ask if anyone saw her leave. His gaze fell to the brothers, Flipwing and Fishsnout. “Ah. Fishsnout, Flipwing, good afternoon.” Froststar greeted the two, offering them a warm smile. “Have either of you seen Shadeflower? I was with her early but it seems she’s not in her den now.” He tried not to appear worried, he didn’t want to stress his clan out.

Dewleaf | Fernclan Camp | Salmonleap

Salmonleap’s comment made Dewleaf feel warm inside. “I’m grateful to know you too Salmonleap.” The she-cat replied, did she have a friend now? Dewleaf thought about Salmonleap’s question for a moment. Yes she wanted kits, but wasn’t sure how realistic it would be for her. “Yes. I would love to have lots of my own one day.” She answered, imagining little mini versions of her running around the nursery. “However I don’t know how realistic that is for me. I know it may sound silly but I feel like I’ll never find a mate.” Dewleaf continued with a sigh. Even if she found someone she was interested in, she had no clue how to flirt.

Badgerpaw | Western Fernclan Territory | Aldergrove

Badgerpaw made a mental note of what the Elder said. Salamander’s were just for looking, not eating. “Bright and colorful don’t eat, got it.” Badgerpaw repeated, falling into step next to Aldergrove. Badgerpaw stopped next to the stream, looking down at the crystal clear water. He reached out his paw to touch the surface of the water and felt a shiver travel through his entire body. “Oh.. oh maybe not.” Badgerpaw decided, ears flattened against his head, it was freezing. The apprentice was hesitant to even take a drink of the water, but they had traveled far and it would be in his best interest to just take a few licks.
Badgerpaw lowered himself to the water, lapping the cold water up. He felt the water travel down his throat and drop in his stomach like a small stone. It was refreshing, yet seemed to suck all the heat out of the small toms body. He lifted his head, letting the cold water drop off his muzzle. “I think fishing may have to wait another day. I wasn’t anticipating the water being so cold.” Badgerpaw responded with a sigh, disappointment in his voice. He had hyped himself up to go fishing, but that wasn’t going to happen.

Foxeye | Fernclan Camp | Ghost’Limb & Honeystep

Foxeye sat outside the Warriors den, looking over the camp. She heard Salmonleap and Dewleaf talking inside, but had no inclination to join them. She didn’t plan on having kits, and didn’t want to bore herself on the topic. She did, however, admire Salmonleap for being brave enough to find love outside the clan. Being a former kittypet herself, this was never something that bothered the she-cat. The orange tabby’s gaze landed on Ghost’Limb and chuckled to herself. He was a strange tom, always wearing that hat like it was apart of him. She wasn’t judging, she quite liked it in fact. She admired those who were their true, authentic self.
She then turned her attention to Honeystep. She was jealous of the younger cats light colored coat in comparison to her bright orange one. It made her feel like she stood out when all she really wanted was to blend in. The she-cat looked from one tom to the other. They sat so close yet there was no conversation; she could fix that. The sleek she-cat padded over to the two, stopping a respectful distance away before sitting down. “Greetings Ghost’Limb, Honeystep.” Foxeye greeted the two, her voice soft and quiet. “How are you two doing this afternoon? Enjoying the day?”

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§ Flipwing | tom | hetero. | 38 m. | location; camp | tags; Fishsnout, Froststar §

Hearing the voice of his leader Flipwing lifted his large head, turning his orange gaze on Froststar he caught a flash of worry cross his face before disappearing; taking not but not bothering to comment on it he rose to his paws "oh, is she not in her den? I could have sworn I just saw her" Flipwing replied with an ear flick before he turned to Fishsnout who seemed to be dozing, rolling his eyes he pushed the smaller tom awake "have you seen Shadeflower? she isn't in her den" he demanded.


∆ Fishsnout | tom | bi. | 38 m. | location; camp | tags; Flipwing, Froststar ∆

The lanky tom jumped to his paws, startled from being woken up he whipped around ready to give Flipwing a piece of his mind but quickly stopped as he spotted Froststar standing beside him; instead he smiled widely as he listed to his brother's question. Fishsnout pondered this for a moment before a memory flashed in his head of seeing the young medicine cat "oh yes I've seen her, she came into camp a few moments ago before grabbing something from the freshkill pile before taking off out of camp" he stated proudly as though he were an apprentice catching their first piece of prey, unaware of the worry coming from his leader and now his older brother.

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𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚊 | 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 | 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛

The silky, long-coated feline subtly rolled her dull amber and cobalt blue eyes, followed by a hushed sigh as if uncertain whether to respond or merely remain silent prior to leisurely opening her somewhat short muzzle in order to communicate. "Hm, you forest cats are raised to detest outsiders, always believing they are inferior, so we naturally develop a hatred towards them as well." The average-sized stocky she-cat ultimately responded in a monotonous manner fused with a tinge of indignation.

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Shadeflower |western Fernclan territory| Freya

"I see. I was always curious about non clan cats thought of us. Especially since we were taught to not like them." She stated, she wasn't going to bring up the fact that the only reason she really had any form of hatred for rouges was because her father left her to become one. She looked at Freya ensuring she only looked at her with at least a flicker of kindness. She didn't really have a problem with rouges so long as they didn't mess with her herbs or anything, now that that would have been majorly irritating.

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𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚊 | 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 | 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛

The silky, long-coated feline prevented herself from responding and merely began leisurely approaching a somewhat camouflaged prey burrow that was located near a few exposed roots of a towering redwood tree, expecting the healer to proceed towards the conifer. "Hm, what experience level do you consider to have with hunting exactly?" The average-sized stocky she-cat queried in a hushed tone during the process of inspecting the ground surrounding the entrance of the miniature hollow.

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Froststar | Fernclan Camp | Fishsnout & Flipwing

Grabbed prey from the fresh kill pile and left? Froststar was, to say the least, confused. He wanted to follow her scent and figure out where she had gone off to, but Riverstrike had just left to take Zing and Zang home. The tom swished his tail in annoyance, this was such a strange day indeed. “Thank you both, although that just makes me have more questions.” Froststar replied with a sigh. He sat down, delicately placing his fluffy tail over his paws. “Would either of you be willing to go on a border patrol to the Eastern border? You can take another cat or two of your choice of course. I just feel as if our borders may need some extra patrolling today.” Froststar felt comfortable sending a small patrol to the East. Aldergrove and Badgerpaw were already out to the West and Riverstrike was heading North. He would announce the Southern Border being off limits later, but for now the only area that hadn’t been patrolled was the East.

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Quillpaw isn't sure what time it is when she awakens, but when her amber eyes finally open, she's alone.

Good. Her whole nest is messy, parts of the moss shredded, the perpetrator being her own claws.

She sheathes them, rounded ears pressing flat against her head as she sits up, hopping out of her nest to assess the damage. That's no good, she'll need to replace it. The dark coated she cat frowns, balling everything up into a lump to carry. She wishes she'd stop having such ridiculous nightmares, they aren't real. But they always feel real, and her claws can't help but claw when they happen. She worries that 'having a really vivid dream of chasing rabbits' will get old; and she doesn't have a good enough back up just yet. Hopefully they stop altogether, but she has her doubts.

She scoops up the moss lump between her teeth, half dragging it outside; eyes screwing up briefly against the sunlight.

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Shadeflower |western Fernclan territory| Freya

"I basically know nothing. Unless you count looking for herbs as a type of 'hunting' then I know absolutely nothing at all." She admitted sheepishly now as she looked away from the rouge rather embarrassed that she knew absolutely nothing about hunting. Sure her job as a medicine cat was important but she wished she could provide more than just healing, she wanted to be able to catch prey like everyone else. She sighed softly as she looked at the tree taking in its huge size.

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