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Sheepwish had several moments to himself where his thoughts had plagued him, ever since the demise of his former family members. The black smoke sat in the clearing of camp staring at his paws. In a few moon, he'd been a full - grown warrior that itself seems to make him almost jittery. A part...

Another day, another vigil to attend to alongside his clanmates. Another bicolored body dragged into camp, leaving dark copper trails beneath matted fur of his former mentor. The wounds along their flesh, with gingerly woven blooms hiding the death stench of their mortal form. It would seem like...

It is still a realm he is unfamiliar with, herb hunting. His jaws stretches wide in a yawn, sleepily blinking awake as he trails after Celandinepaw in search of whatever plant she was going to find. The lanky young warrior watched as the medicine cat apprentice sniffs around the border. His...

The charcoal - pointed tom had his head between his paws, he felt the presence of his former mentor beside him. Quiet as per usual. However, his ear twitches at Gravelsnap's voice falling from their maw. He sleepily blinks before raising his head up to turn his attention to the black-and-white...

It feels like a big old joke. The scent of death hangs in the air like a darkening cloud, along with the flowers that decorated the older smoke like himself. The young warrior sat beside Frightpaw, tense as ivory teeth pressed together while his plumed tail curled tightly around dusted paws...

His stare off was broken by a set of pawsteps approaching the two clanners, the charcoal - pointed feline whips his head around to perk up at the sight of an unfamiliar face. A soft voice spills from the unknown torbie's maw, while Sheepwish tilts his head to the side waiting for the other to...

The noise of birds still chirping the moment Sebastian stepped out of his house, he took a breath letting out wisps of fog escape. The cold stung his nose, as he hid his chin in his scarf wrapped around his neck. He clings to the brief warmth, away from the freezing winter air while he locks his...

The foliage of trees that act as their namesake is still odd, to him. Considering there are more than four clans. Charcoal - dusted paws follow after his clanmates, while his head craned up like a horse showing off as he walked languidly next to Brackenscar. His fur is well - groomed, and...

There is no hesitation in his step when the voice of Scorchstar rings across the snow - flecked camp. Charcoal - dusted paws, slow in his gait, moves to plant himself next to his parents and sister– ready to hear whatever the leader is announcing today. Was it time? Time that everyone was...

Moonlight spills across his frostbleached fur, as he lays on his paws on the edge of his nest. Posed like a regal creature, he lets his neck crane then tilts his head toward Fightpaw's purr. He'll be a full warrior soon, but... he doesn't want to leave his friend alone. It felt wrong leaving the...

He tilted his head to the side of Brackenpaw's voice, ringing in his ears. He hums at her replies to his worldly questions. He lets out a squawking noise free from his maw, at their question. Asking him if he thinks his new scar is cool. He ponders on an answer, before deciding– "Yeah... It's...

Roaming the moorlands was becoming quite the natural to the older apprentice, the long - limbed figure with a pale velvety coat raised his head towards the vast night sky. Breath bellows in small puffs of clouds in front of his dark maw. Half - lidded, tired cerulean gaze flicker to the powered...

Daylight sweeps across the hills, rays of dull sunlight ripples over the moorlands as cats go about their day. He is settled near the medicine den, snow clinging to his pale ruffled fur in frosted speckles. In the sunrise glow, half - lidded eyes move with the bodies of clanmates working on...

Sheeppaw followed after the patrol, a yawn leaving his maw as he lingered near the back. Snow crunched under his paws, as the low wins brushed along the patrol's fur. Then he halted when the patrol suddenly stopped, half - lidded eyes blinked as he peered over to see the Celadinepaw and Wasppaw...

He was finally freed from the medicine den, and a new scar settled upon his neck. His bicolored coat puffs up like a shield against the harsh chilliness of the night. Since the blizzard passed, temperatures had only dulled down further until the blanket of thin and brittle air roamed the moors...