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[HARRIERTEETH]

જ➶ Sometimes she finds herself missing the different freedoms that come with being a warrior. To be able to hunt, to fight, to move through out the territory and protect her clanmates from threats that may arrive. Yes, sometimes she does miss it but she knows how she feels deep inside. There is a contentednesd at being a queen within her. For looking after the young and giving the others a break. To cleaning their dirt striken fur as they squirm and complain. To getting then to finish their meals and not waste the hard work of the warriors. It what she feels is her calling and her patience knows no bound when it comes to kits and apprentices alike. Even now she is watching then play but her attention is grasped as the last evening patrol of the day comes back into camp. They look tired and ready to turn in. She underatands that and a soft frown pulls at her muzzle. A familiar pelt catches her eye and she beckons him with a wave of her tail. "Grab us something to share, Batchaser." She calls to him lightly before she taps the ground beside her with a hefty paw.

"Come and wind down from the patrol. I can clean your pelt and you can tell me all about what happened on your evening out." She is inviting him to just have a moment to relax and let loose any tension. Afterall, patrols can sometimes be a little arduous especially if they are border patrols. But she gives him a warm smile despite her scarred face. Hoping he will accept her offer.

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[BATCHASER]

He is drained… and very tired. He pushes through the thorny barrier that made up the entrance of the usually muddied camp. Batchaser splits his maw apart to let out a yawn escape him, as he breaks off from the patrol he was on. Half-lidded pools of golden and green hidden beneath his disheveled fringe, blink as he glances around camp to pass out somewhere… random. He would go to his nest, but it's too far. For him anyways.

The tall, curly black smoke swivels an ear as he hears someone call out to him. Turning his head, to observe the long-haired brown tabby queen with a sweep of his pale tail. Huh…? A queen wants me to… join her? Strange option. He clears his throat before speaking. "Of course." With a slow nod, he trots to the fresh-kill pile. When he arrives in front of it, he cranes his head down slightly to snag a snipe between his teeth. After he grabs it, he turns his lanky figure walking back to his awaiting clanmate.

The tall warrior lets out a hum, as Harrierteeth invites him to wind down and let the queen tackle his curled pelt. How could he not accept? He drops the snipe he carried. He plops down on his side, curling his whiplike tail over his dainty hindpaws. He takes a small bite out of the bird laid by his paws. Before he pushes the prey over towards the tabby queen with a paw. "You can have it." He lightly utters, as he lays his head on his paws with a tired sigh. His messy curled fringe bounced at his movement. He peers up at Harrierteeth, then speaks with a bit more… dramatic flair in his tone. "The patrol was dreadfully dull. It was not entertaining to me, just the usual boring border activity. It was so not fun."

THE DARLING MOON ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ HIDDEN EYES AND SHARP GRINS

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• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 32 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke mix with gold/green heterochromatic eyes.
  ✦ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Starlingheart]

If Starlingheart's paws had found themselves travelling down the path of a warrior, she wonders how long she would have lasted before moving to the nursery to become a permanent resident. If she were not a medicine cat, if the entire clan were not essentially her kits, then she is certain she would not have lasted long. She would have moved into the nursery with her first litter and she wouldn't have ever moved out. She loves kits, their shrunken down features, their shrill cries, their innocent youth. But motherhood was something she likely would never experience again. It was okay though, she could be sated by popping into the nursery every now and again, an offer to babysit while the queens got some much deserved rest upon her tongue.

When she comes out of the medicine cat's den today, she spots a familair face. Harrierteeth, one of the nursery's permanent residents and if they were to catch one another's eye then she would offer the queen a warm smile before moving to come closer to the pair. "M-mind if I join you two?" she asks, hoping that she wasn't interrupting anything.

If allowed, she would lay down near to them, her back legs sprawled to the side and her body ever so slightly curled inward on itself. An easy smile graces her features as she listens to Batchaser talk about the patrol he had gone on today. Dreadfully dull he remarks. "Bor-boring can be good" she adds, voice gentle. Boring meant nothing bad was happening, at least "We-we could do with a whole season of boring and I would be content"

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTWISH AND GHOSTMASK.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Something Snowpaw never thought of or even considered for his future was...kits. Albeit him being somewhat good with kits even though the tom was still awkward, he could never the life of a queen, nonetheless a permanent one within the nursery walls. Yet, cats like Harrierteeth made things much easier for the other queens who were exhausted from their little ones scampering around and...Snowpaw remembers the times Starlingheart had come to visit on the kits when he himself had been in the nursery, figuring it was just her doing her normal check-ups.

Pale yellow eyes drifted onto the group that was forming, a warrior and two who hold roles within the clan dealing with nurturing and keeping the clan at a good balance, one through taking care of their young while the other through healing, both not easy paths to follow but ones with perhaps many awards to them just like that of a warriors path, which was strive through protecting and keeping the clan well-fed, and training their youths. Something one day Snowpaw would have to do as well.

With a slight sigh he awkwardly approached the group that consisted of a warrior, a medicine cat, and a queen. "I hope I'm not intruding" he expressed towards them. Well, it should be okay... really, he wasn't... a kit anymore nor was he one of the younger apprentices, he only had 2 moons of training left and the looming assessment that would determine if he'll become a warrior or stay as an apprentice. Tucking his paws underneath his chest in a loaf-like motion he listened to Batchaser's word and Starlinghear's comment which he nodded in agreement. "Things being uneventful is...better than having anything eventful happening" he expressed a bit, it was true...so much had happen that hearing nothing happened is good news for the apprentice to hear. He too would be content with boring, if the marshlands would grant them such things.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

"boring can be damn good. espeicslly for us, yes?"

they will admit it several times over and over again. a boring night was a lot better than a night where there was blood and terror. agony and worry. danger. lack of prey. hurt. angst. they'd take an uneventful day over that any day. truly, shadowclan needed a break and the stars seemed reluctant to give it to them. why? they're not sure. but they do know that they're better off enjoying the days of nothingness than hoping for something more adrenaline pumping. they could do without it, that's for damn sure. their tail sways back and forth as they settle a respectable distance from the small crowd. they didn't wanna be around too many cats at once, and besides– they're not resting. these cats may, but they're not going to. someone had to be on guard. someone had to be alert. it was that simple.

"and boring isn't always bad. there's always things to do but when the forest is quiet and a lot less hectic, it's easier to do them."

———————---***i try to live in black and white***———————---​

but i'm so blue✧ i'd like to mean it when i say i'm over you

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• — black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and a blue single eye. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, one across their missing eye and the one across their neck.
  — 48 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
  — they / them pronouns
  — aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking
  — child of JAGGED and RAVEN
  — shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
  — mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[FERNDANCE]

The boredom patrols could bring was a feeling she knew all too well, and in part a large reason why she tried to spice things up whenever it was her turn to lead one. There was a kindred spirit within Batchaser that made the she-cat trot towards his and Harrierteeth's conversation, emerald eyes blinking at the intervention of others. They all agreed that, in boredom, there was safety, but Ferndance had come to expect the opposite. In boredom, there was anticipation of the next thing that would happen, an endless anxiety that was only quelled by making one's own problems. In the marsh, a boring season was nothing more than a build-up to something worse than before, and if she were to be on the verge of disaster, she would prefer to not be dull in the meantime. An easy smile appeared on her creamy muzzle as her gaze settled upon the first pair, her mouth parted open in quasi-excitement. "I can make it more interesting if you'd like... next time." the cinnamon tabby suggested, licking her lips. "Should I cry wolf or pretend I'm a rogue and sneak attack you?" She asked Batchaser, sincerity and comedy swirling together. "What should I do... Harrierteeth?"

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