Recent content by Flamestar

When she opens her eyes, she is no longer in the Sandy Hollow. She lifts a paw to her throat, but there was no wound, no pain here. This was a forest that she knew well...one she had hoped to visit again, just not under these circumstances. Her tail lashed impatiently. She needed to get back to...

The gathering was growing near, so she was going over what she needed to share in her head. ShadowClan was trespassing, Twolegs were invading their border with SkyClan, DuskClan scents were still being found within their territory. Hopefully Lichenstar stayed away again, she quite enjoyed having...

Overseeing the progress of the apprentices was one of Raccoonstripe's duties, but one that she didn't mind helping out with, especially with the pleasant weather this morning. She had asked one of the patrol leaders this morning if they could bring Bayingpaw and they had agreed. Her apprentice...

WindClan's absence tonight is concerning, as well as the stench of DuskClan all over their sacred gathering grounds. What was equally concerning was the over confident RiverClan molly sitting where Lichenstar should be. They hadn't bothered showing their faces last moon, why did the fox-heart...

The closer the patrol came to the border with SkyClan, the more on edge the leader became. She was getting near daily reports of twoleg activity along this border, and she wanted to see what was going on for herself. Sure enough, before they even arrived to the scent markers, the stench of...

The day Hopepaw and Ravenblaze returned to the camp from their herb patrol could have monumentally changed ThunderClan. Had the DuskClanner's plan been successful, Gentlestorm's nearly fully trained apprentice wouldn't be sitting here today. Her daughter wouldn't be in the warriors den. Two...

At Raccoonstripe's call, Flamestar leaves the medicine den and makes her way towards the base of the Highrock. She already knew she was taking a patrol this morning, she had requested to the evening before. But she had woken early to visit her nest-ridden daughter before setting out...

There were few greater feelings she had felt than the first time resting her eyes on both litters she had brought into the world. Her kits meant everything to her, much like with most mothers. The leader had a soft spot in her heart for kits, so she was a frequent nursery visitor. It was an odd...

"Where is Flamestar?" Three words that made her stomach twist each time they were spoke. She wasn't far away when her deputies voice rang through the camp, and she let out a sigh of relief when the oh so familiar smell of copper didn't pierce her nose. Even so, as she approached the patrol she...

Red ears perk as she hears her name being called. As the leader rises to her paws, Nightbird calls again. Ravenblaze and Hopepaw were attacked - That was all she heard before fear blocked out the rest of her lead warrior's words. As she hurried out of the den, she could smell the blood carried...

There were many advantages to Newleaf, but she would be lying if she called it her favorite season. Sure the prey returned, but with it brought constant rain, mud, and of course, the yellow stuff that made you sneeze. She found flowers beautiful, but she was more cautious about avoiding them...

A tell tail sign of new-leaf was the constant rain showers. It had rained all night, leaving the camp riddled with puddles. She didn't mind light rain, but she still the feeling of a wet pelt. As she left the shelter of her den, her pelt twitched each time a droplet fell from the grey clouds. A...

The patrol was nearing its end when the taste of WindClan got carried through the breeze. Her tail flicked behind her, an order to pick up the pace. She trusted the moor dwellers, to an extent, but there would always be an urge to see what was going on when another clan was near the border...

The tabby's lip twitches, and for a moment she expects him to disagree. She was aware at how he felt towards the young tom, how many of their clanmates now felt after his recent outbursts. But he agrees, and a silent sigh of relief falls from her maw. Raccoonstripe was many things, but if anyone...

"All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather below Highrock for a Clan meeting." Birdsong filled the canopy above the camp as the red tabby's words rang through the ravine. While she typically held meetings closer to the evening, Flamestar had interrupted the lead warriors before the...