Recent content by MOUSENOSE

"We're the new order, mutt." Ravenstrike, murderous and traitorous to the Clan who'd fought and hunted alongside her since kithood, sneers in Mousenose's face. The mostly-white tortoiseshell bristles again, her ears flattening against her skull. "You think I'll let you foxhearts boss us around...

Mousenose's fur has not lain flat since Skyclaw and his followers had pushed their faces into camp. Her Clanmates lift their voices, Emberface one of them. Her sister rages at the cats who vocalize their support for Skyclaw, and Mousenose's lip curls in agreement. "You're all cowards," she...

Mousenose angles their ears toward Rattleheart, a mrrew of greeting leaving her throat. "I'll bet. Guess Sunstar let you stretch your legs for once, eh?" She feels quite important, suddenly, being caught between both a lead warrior of ShadowClan and one of Sunstar's council. Pride bushes her...

Mousenose isn't surprised by Forestshade's cool, casual tone. ShadowClan cats were so standoffish! She wants to make a comment to Shroudedpaw about it, but she only widens her smile and tilts her head. "Chilledstar, well... they won't be joining us tonight," the torbie warrior murmurs. Mousenose...

It's been some moons since Mousenose has gone to a Gathering. The night is cool, for greenleaf, and the full moon frosts the enormous clearing. Mousenose lightly brushes her flank against Shroudedpaw's. "Don't be afraid," she murmurs. "I'll stay with you the whole time, if you'd like." They...

"This is our last border. I'm sure your paws are getting tired," she mews, giving Shroudedpaw a worried glance. He'd kept up well, but the sun is beginning to set now that they've traversed all over the forest. He's still young, and this is his first time out of camp — surely he'll be needing a...

The scent of the Thunderpath causes Mousenose's snout to crinkle in advance. The mentor and apprentice pair creep through the forest slowly, but Mousenose lifts her tail to barricade Shroudedpaw from going any further. "Taste the air," she instructs. She does as she tells her apprentice to do...

Mousenose creeps through the forest, Shroudedpaw by her side. The trees thin at this border, and a blast of peat-scented wind bathes her face and senses. She lifts her nose toward the scentline and inhales. "Smell that? That's WindClan. We're close to their territory." She twists, looking down...

"... And this is Sunningrocks! We won them in a battle with RiverClan when I was still an apprentice," Mousenose purrs to the young ginger-and-white cat at her side. "There's prey hiding in the stones. Listen closely, see if you can hear anything." She bends her head down, colored ears flicked...

Mousenose has felt strange since Sunshinespot had left her side; she is pleased to hear Howlingstar call her name to mentor one of the many new kits. The mostly-white tortoiseshell gives her leader a nod of acknowledgment, the praise warming her pelt like new sunshine. She skips over to...

Roeflame watches with amusement from across camp. "Any lovelies' attention in particular you're trying to catch there, Mouse?" Mousenose's lips tremble into an uncertain smile. "Well... actually—" she begins, but stops short when a gleaming white pelt catches her eye. She twists — carefully, so...

Thundergleam turns to face her, and there's a brilliant smile flickering across the she-cat's ivory muzzle. Mousenose stares at her lips for a moment, captivated, before she maneuvers her verdant gaze to meet the soft pink tones of the other warrior's. "I was truly meant to be here, I believe."...

Mousenose has never been described as beautiful by anyone other than her fathers; the best most can come up with is "cute." Her fur is long and mussed at the joints and neck, and the length of is littered with tiny bits of tree branch and bramble after a long day patrolling. Her green eyes...

Mousenose remembers all-too well the way she'd felt around Lightstrike before Moonwhisper had stolen him away. Light-footed, her heart unfurling gossamer wings, her fur prickling and on fire when she stood near him. The way their eyes would meet, the way her heart would leap into her throat...

They'd seen the clouds cover the moon from camp, and like the rest of the warriors, they'd speculated on what it could possibly mean. One look at Howlingstar's face upon the patrol's return tells her more than enough. Mousenose shoulders her way into the circle of cats who mill about, ripe with...