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ROARINGSUNHE/HIM LEAD WARRIOR The last time he was here, it had been Softsight's body that he'd found in a pool of her own blood. Tonight, there is even more crimson soiling the ground, tufts of fur spread about and heavy scent of WindClan and DuskClan — although he cannot see the moor cats...

ROARINGSUNHE/HIM LEAD WARRIOR It is always a little scary to be at Fourtrees when it's not a Gathering night; it had been when he'd first asked Hawkspine to teach him how to properly climb, it is now with the reeking scent of all Clans and rogue-scent. He thinks he can smell blood in the breeze...

ROARINGSUNHE/HIM LEAD WARRIOR His neck and jaws ache as he carries Softsight home. He refuses to let her body drag on the earth — she does not deserve it, as she did not deserve such a brutally violent death. He can offer her this much. . . comfort, kindness, that she was not offered from...

They had been barred from hunting at Fourtrees following an attack on Hopepaw and Ravenblaze. They were not to step foot in here because of DuskClan growing bolder and bolder, so why. . .? Softsight had never been one to disobey orders, had even scolded him for it. Why? Death is never easy, nor...

SkyClan's territory has much less undergrowth than ThunderClan's, so much so it baffles him how they manage to stalk anything in their land without being spotted by just about anything. It does surprise him, however, to find himself watching one of the pine cats chase a squirrel around. It is...

Berrypaw would be a warrior soon. . . he remembers when he first touched noses to the black tabby apprentice just before Leafbare hit with full force. It felt like long ago and yesterday at the same time. He brought the boy to the Great Sycamore as it and the surrounding area were the prime spot...

The setting sun lights the river in orange hues as if ablaze, the rays lighting his fur in similar fiery tones. The Lead Warrior takes his patrol, one noticeably larger than a border patrol usually is, alongside the border with RiverClan. His mane is fluffed out and his chin is held high as they...

Roaringsun, guess what! comes the high-pitched voice of Hailkit as she delivers a solid headbutt to his leg. “With the way you're attacking me I thought you were a warrior!” In full dramatics, the golden-furred tom falls to his side. A paw comes up to his forehead, theatrical and over-the-top...

The rising voices outside are what drive him out of the warriors' den, the coppery scent of blood heavy in the air. Sunspark eyes widen at the sight of Ravenblaze and Hopepaw wounded, pawsteps hurrying towards the scene. Raccoonstripe and Beetleburn waste no time in interrogating Hopepaw on what...

His clanmates join him into the frey, but he is too preoccupied with Ternstar to pay them any mind. His teeth are bared, snapping, his eyes ablaze; they had fought ShadowClan for this very own territory and successfully reclaimed it. It was Newleaf - they could not claim to need this land for...

It is always nice to be approached by any of the kits. More often than not they come to him to play with them, and he always happily obliges. His tail whisks behind him as the patrol passes through the tunnel leading into camp, and today it is none other than Daffodilkit that bounds towards him...

He lags behind, chatting with Berrypaw about whatever the tom had bet on with his littermates this time around. In the distance he hears his clanmates talking, amidst then a voice he doesn't recognize. Roaringsun quickens his pace, wondering what it is about, a flick of a tail telling Berrypaw...

Ember eyes gloss over how Meadowfur and Stagsnarl look at the moment, ears angled forwards to pay attention to their words. Riverclanners crossing the border. Iciclefang and Ferngill. They chased a rabbit over, and we tried to drive them off. Meadowfur speaks, and Roaringsun feels his stomach...

If Roaringsun went to his old home today and saw Beau, would the tom remember him as the bright-eyed kittypet from many moons ago? Would he be surprised to see Angus had survived in the wild against all odds — that Roaringpaw had been accepted into a Clan and made a name for himself among the...

“Flamestar.” The Lead Warrior calls as he approaches, offering the red tabby a respectful dip of his head. It was rather ungraceful of him to enter her den without asking first, but it was rather urgent and she should know as soon as possible. “We scented ShadowClan in our territory during the...