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Flamestar

Flamestar

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〔✦〕Clouds litter the sky above as Flamestar makes her way onto the Highrock. A cool breeze stirred through the camp, ruffling her fur as she lifted her muzzle. She watched as a kit's pile of leaves was carried away and dispersed amongst the other leaves that covered the camp's floor. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather below the Highrock for a clan meeting." There was much to discuss today, but before she got too far, there were ceremonies to perform. Her gaze rested on the nursery as three kits excitedly joined their clanmates. After this morning they would be leaving the comfort of the only den they had known here, and would be joining the rest of the apprentices. Once everyone was gathered and the attention was on her, she would quietly clear her throat before addressing them. "Even with Shadowclan and Skyclan trying to start trouble, Thunderclan continues to grow stronger each day. Today, we gain three new apprentices. Howlkit, Thrashkit, Honeykit, Sparkpaw, Swiftpaw, Finchpaw, and Ravenpaw please step forward."

Her green gaze settled on Thrashkit first. She smiled reassuringly down at him...Baying Hound's kits had grown so much since Fallowbite had found them. "Thrashkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Thrashpaw. Your mentor will be Antlerbreeze. I hope Antlerbreeze will pass down all they know on to you." She then turned to Antlerbreeze, her heart warming at the excitement gleaming in the older sibling's eyes. "Antlerbreeze, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have received excellent training from Howlingstar, and you have shown yourself to be dedicated and loyal. You will be the mentor of Thrashpaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to them."

Next was Thrashpaw's littermate, Howlkit. "Howlkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Howlpaw. Your mentor will be Tigerwing. I hope Tigerwing will pass down all they know on to you." It hadn't been three full moons since Tigerwing had received her full name, but with the other clans breathing down their necks, she would be making a couple exceptions this moon. Tigerwing was old enough to have already been mentoring an apprentice of her own, had she not been captured by twolegs. "Tigerwing, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have received excellent training from Batwing, and you have shown yourself to be spirited and committed. You will be the mentor of Howlpaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to them."

There was one kit left to receive their apprentice name, Honeykit. The red tabby had lost their mother in the uprising, but she was sure Sorrelmist was watching down on them now, beaming with pride. "Honeykit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Honeypaw. Your mentor will be Darktuft. I hope Darktuft will pass down all they know on to you." Though the tom was an older warrior, she had faith that he would train Honeypaw well. "Darktuft, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have received excellent training from Acornear, and you have shown yourself to be wise and kind. You will be the mentor of Honeypaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to them."

"Sparkpaw, with Redfang retiring to the Elder's Den you are in need of a new mentor. Addersnap, you have proven yourself to be a skilled and strong warrior. I trust you will take over Sparkpaw's training with ease." Addersnap had been among Howlingstar's final warrior ceremonies that she had held. Like Antlerbreeze, he was beyond ready for his first apprentice. Which brought her to the next reassignment. "Finchpaw. After Tanglefur's injury from his run in with a fox, he is unable to continue your training. Houndshade, I would like for you to continue his training. You are ready for your first apprentice as well, and I believe you will do wonderful."

Her gaze rested on the black and fiery pelt of her daughter. Ravenpaw's mentor had been gravely injured alongside Tanglefur, so she too was down a mentor. It was uncertain on when the warrior would return to his duties, but with not many moons left in Ravenpaw's apprenticeship, she wanted to ensure she had a present mentor to finish out her training. "Wildheart, while you are already training Spiderpaw, I trust you are able to take on another apprentice. I trust you to continue Ravenpaw's training."

There was one final reassignment, and one more mentor that would be receiving an apprentice early. "Swiftpaw. With Oakrumble retiring to the Elder's Den, you are in need of a mentor to continue your training." She turned her gaze, picking out a snowy white pelt in the clearing. "Softsight, while you are still a new warrior, you have proven yourself to be a compassionate warrior, and I trust you will teach Swiftpaw well."



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It had become chillier out- of which, Antlerbreeze wasn't too upset at. She had lived through one leafbare, and another approaches, but.. this time, she had her full coat to protect her. A breath left her, ducking underneath cloud cover to approach the meeting that Flamestar calls. She sits, tail neatly tucking over her paws as she lifts her eyes to the sky.

Ears twitch as she looks on- her younger half-siblings would be apprenticed today. Thrashkit was first- to which a hum left her. That hum near instantly quieted as her name was called, golden eyes shifting towards Flamestar. Me? She blinks once, then twice- then pushes to her paws with a sway. Nervous, yes- excited? A bit. She had thought it was coming, after-all, she was... well, she was their older sibling, right?

Antlerbreeze meets Thrashpaw halfway, nose lowering to bump against the other's gently. "... We'll waste no time. Once your nest is settled in the apprentice's den, I'll take you for an outing." She murmurs to the younger, trying not to interrupt the meeting. Antlerbreeze turns and sits next to her apprentice- a burst of pride at the realization- and lifts her head for the rest of the announcements. And for the new apprentices, she cheers- "Honeypaw! Howlpaw! Thrashpaw!"
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  • ANTLERBREEZE she/her, warrior of thunderclan, fifteen moons.
    ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
    ⭃ previously mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
    ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowbite and doepath
    ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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Softsight might have known that this day was coming, ever just on the horizon, but she hadn't imagined that she'd be getting an apprentice for another moon at least - which was why it was to her surprise that Flamestar called out her name when choosing a new mentor for Swiftpaw, and Softsight couldn't help the surprise that showed visibly on her face. She certainly wasn't unhappy - far from it, really, if a tad nervous at the thought of starting this new chapter of her - and Swiftpaw's - life. She'd be responsible for someone else, now.

"I hope you'll have me." Softsight murmured, only for Swiftpaw's ears as she touched her nose gently to the younger she-cat's. As if it were either of their choices - but what mattered was that they fostered a sense of amiability between each other. The next six moons of training would be determined by how well they could get along together, and Softsight hoped that they'd be able to make it work. Stepping back, Softsight flashed Swiftpaw a reassuring smile.

"Howlpaw! Thrashpaw! Honeypaw!" She called out in earnest, joining in with the symphony of voices in celebrating the kits' new status as apprentices.
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  • SOFTSIGHT ✩ warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons
    → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
    → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.

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ThunderClan's cursed, he's convinced of it. The fox burrow was never this cold, given everything else that's happened since they were dragged to this camp it wouldn't be surprising. None of the older clanmates seem concerned by the drop in weather. A meeting is called, this happens every moon right? The call is for cats old enough to catch their own prey but they're ushered by Tansyshine over to the gathered cats, they're not able to catch prey yet so he doesn't get it. Maybe this is part of the curse, maybe they need to sacrifice kits to appease whatever is making the weather so bitter.

Flamestar looks at him, so he's the first to be slaughtered. This day was bound to come, yet she doesn't have the voice or expression of a murderer. It's explained that they're to be apprentices, that is less daunting but still twists his gut all the same. Somehow it feels like the temperature around her has dropped and amber eyes seek out Howlkit for safety.

She's now Thrashpaw, another adjustment to a name that feels foreign to him already. A headache forms at the thought of having to be used to being called something else again, Antlerbreeze is called after him. That is enough to bring the smoke pause, she approaches and lowers her face closer to his. Tufted ears pin to his ear and a low growl bubbles in their throat, then they remember how she looked when he bit her the first time. Begrudingly he bites his tongue and bumps his nose against her, recoiling as if he has been bit himself afterwards.

They are nothing but a follower, Antlerbreeze is now a figure of authority to him right? The dictator of this next chapter of her life? They're to begin once his nest is settled in the apprentices den.. Right, a new home, ripped away from the safety of the nursery walls. She recalls Mottledpaws words, about there being a lot of walking, it seems that she's right. "...Okay" is all he mumbles as he watches anxiously for the stranger that Howlki-Howlpaw is assigned to.

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    any pronouns, 5 moons
    ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
    ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howlpaw & Yippingkit
    ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
    ☆ All opinions are IC only!
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⊱⊰ All cats old enough to catch their own prey, says Flamestar. Hopepaw's fur bristles, even though she knows it isn't pointed at her specifically. It's not her fault that she's so far behind some of the other apprentices—and besides, she's managed to catch some prey, but as the weather's grown colder the girl has struggled more and more to even find any prey to catch. She'd heard the older warriors discussing the difficulties that winter would bring, but... she had thought the good prey-catching season would last a bit longer. Lovelight doesn't seem too frustrated by her failed efforts, though; at least she has a nice mentor, Hopepaw thinks. She steps forward to listen to Flamestar's announcements, lilac ears perking up as new apprentices are named and others are reassigned to new mentors. Her own name is not called, so the girl considers stepping back, withdrawing from the crowd of gathered ThunderClanners, but she decides that it's better to stick around until Flamestar dismisses the clan as a whole. "Howlpaw, Thrashpaw, Honeypaw," she cheers, softer than her clanmates but hopefully still loud enough to be heard. She's still wary of Fallowbite's younger siblings, but they haven't done anything especially bad. The idea of sharing a den with them doesn't sound terribly bad.

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds
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  • HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan apprentice
    ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
    ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue (adopted by roeflame) ; sister to braveheart, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalpaw ; adoptive sister to beetlepaw, dovepaw, littlepaw
    ⊱ mentored by lovelight
    ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
    ⊱ penned by foxlore
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The bite in the air did not contribute well to Addersnap's already, well, snappy temperament as the long-legged boy made his way to Highrock at Flamestar's beck and call. He grit his teeth as the wind swept through his long fur, attempting to block out the anger that was bubbling in his chest. His attitude was not a surprise as some may expect, brought on by the assumption that Flamestar wouldn't grant him the honor of his own apprentice. The tabby was well aware of his performance as an early apprentice, extending too far into his training than he was comfortable with. It was only his burden to bear, he could not fault the elderly Mossywing for his lack of patience with a student unwilling to learn or improve. Nor could he blame Leafhusk -- not like he did in the first place, anyway. She had more faith in him than Mossywing ever held.

But the anger stuck to his bones, weighing him down with a wince. Could he not just forgive himself? He had been nothing but a child after all, pushed away from his parents and slowly his siblings following suit. Bearcloud had even stopped trying to comfort him, and it was something that Addersnap found himself missing. Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts haunting his imagination, the forcibly pulled himself near Highrock with his back slightly turned, shoulders slumped in defeat. What was the point in a meeting if it didn't even involve you in it?

It was easy to tune out meetings for him -- he'd been doing it since the first moon after the start of his apprenticeship. However, the warrior's reality was brought back after the mention of Antlerbreeze's name sent a skip through his heart, glowing hues landing on the fawn she-cat. Antlerbreeze, a mentor? He was not shocked in the slightest, and a small smile tugged at the edges of Addersnap's lips as he brought his attention back to the ground. She deserved it far more than he ever did.

A familiar story rang in chocolate ears as he lifted his chin to bring his gaze to Flamestar, suspicion (or was it jealousy?) lacing in his features. Was Redfang truly leaving to the elder's den for the reasons he was saying, or was he badmouthing his former apprentice behind his back like Mossywing had done to him? Surely he had to have shared the same fate as himself. Flicking his tail tip with his half-lidded eyes laid on the apprentice, his name was suddenly floating into his ears as though it was uttered from a dream. Instantly puffing out his chest and raising his posture to be adequate, he flashed a prideful, cocky glance to his parents (wherever they were) in the crowd as a challenging smile made his teeth flash against the sunlight. His eyes screamed the words for him "I 'old you I wasn' no failu'e!"

Flamestar's praise still pounded with the blood in his ears, singing its sweet symphony as he stood up to approach the flame-colored tomcat, tail swishing behind him as he stopped in front of the apprentice. He spoke no words as he hesitated to touch his nose to the younger boy's head, quite honestly wishing that he didn't have to communicate with those who were so much younger than him. Addersnap pulled himself from his daze and softly placed his nose against Sparkpaw's for a moment, snapping back a little too quickly than he would have liked. Clearing his clogged throat, he swallowed nervously as an uncomfortably awkward smile so graciously laced his lips. "Uhm... I know 'hat ya ol' mentor showed ya the ter'itory 'n' what not already, bu' I wanna m-make sure ya are well p-prepared. We'll be st-startin' righ' in the mornin', yeah?" Unable to maintain eye contact with the red tabby, he foolishly looked right in the center of the other's forehead which would be obvious to the other, seemingly holding an unblinkable stare. He was doomed, wasn't he?​
 
Raccoonstripe departs the warriors' den to heed his leader's call, his dark eyes narrowing. The breeze stirs his rippling tabby pelt; he's reminded again of the impending leafbare, the way their forest will soon be stripped of leaves, of prey. His own kits' apprentice ceremonies are not far off, though he fears with the recent change in the weather, there will be snow crunching their paws as they pad toward the Highrock to receive their names.

He curls his tail around his paws, listening attentively. The rogue lot Fallowbite had hauled into the Clan are being apprenticed, even the little brat who'd bitten his daughter. Raccoonstripe's muzzle wrinkles briefly as Howlpaw and Thrashpaw are ushered forward. Despite spending moons within ThunderClan's camp, civility seems to have all but escaped either of them; both act half-feral, as though they've never encountered a cat before. He snorts, wondering if Antlerbreeze and Tigerwing were experienced enough to handle kits who'd bite before they'd talk to you.

Honeypaw is given to Darktuft, and other cats are reassigned. Both Softsight and Addersnap are given their first apprentices, which startles him... stars, he remembers when both had been underpaw, barely old enough to carry a mouse tail home. It's another reminder about the seasons that have passed him by — just as the chill in the air is anothe reminder of the cruelty to come.

Raccoonstripe shakes the foreboding from his fur. "Howlpaw! Thrashpaw! Honeypaw!" However feral the little beasts are, they deserve a bit of pomp and circumstance, he supposes.

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  • Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
    — "speech”, thoughts, attack
    — 46 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
    — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Scarletpaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
    — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
    — currently mated to Nightbird.
    — penned by Marquette.

    lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.


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Ugh, meetings. She found them rather dull, though there was an appreciation to just being able to sit down and listen to someone talk. She always wished to StarClan that they'd run a little long so she could procastinate a little longer. They would then promptly feel bad for thinking of that and would try to be super diligent actually listening to the meeting so that way she could make up for that selfish streak of hers. Though next moon should be better given the monsterous size of Nightbird and Raccoonstripe's litter, this moon just based on the kits gathered would be a little quick. The drama between ShadowClan is brought up and she stifles a laugh, only for an obvious side glance given to Raccoonstripe at the mention of SkyClan.

Fallowbite's younger siblings are apprenticed first, she's surprised but glad that Howlpaw wasn't held back for some lame reason just because he bit someone. She does not envy Antlerbreeze or Tigerwing for having to mentor them, they're nice enough kids but stars what handfuls it might be to try and get them to not bite someone on a border patrol or gathering. Honeypaw is assigned to Darktuft and she holds no strong opinion on that, surprsingly enough, she's pretty sure Darktuft was one of those warriors who harped on her doing her chores as an apprentice so they think it'll be funny to watch him chase his own apprentice around.

Older apprentices are gathered, to be reassigned it seems. She would have hated to be reassigned to someone else, it just seems so tedious to have to get to know another new mentor. Addersnap is paired with Sparkpaw, she's curious to see how her denmate would go with learning how to be a mentor. It seems that those she graduated with are of age to be deemed worthy mentors. Oh, does that mean that she will-

Finchpaw is called up, his mentor having a run in with a fox. Her name paired with him- oh great. Okay yeah, she's got this, she can be a worthy mentor. Hopefully there's no expectation for her to be a strict one or anything like that. Pushing up from where she stood she moved towards the young tom, smiling politely before pressing her nose to his own. "We'll see how well Tanglefur trained you after this meeting" she meowed softly, it sounds dry but her smirk shows that she's just teasing. Though she wasn't thrilled to train while the sun was high she wanted to put her best paw forward.

She gestures with her tail for her apprentice to sit beside her, clearing her throat before cheering for the newly named apprentices. "Thrashpaw! Howlpaw! Honeypaw!" Her throat aches having to project so loud, she could always cheer quietly but then she didn't want to be the odd cat out here.
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〔✦〕She blinked warmly as she watched the new mentor and apprentice pairs touch noses and greet each other. The clan chanted the names of the newest apprentices, and she joined in along with them. After the chanting died down, the fiery tabby would continue her announcements. "Until things settle down, I want all patrols to the Shadowclan border to have an extra warrior. As you all know, Mirestar has accused us of the murder of their warrior, Applejaw. I know that we are innocent, but I do not trust them." Whatever trust she held for the other clan had disappeared with Smogstar, and Mirestar had only solidified that. The Shadowclan leader did not have any evidence on Thunderclan, and she was sure that their goal by calling her out in the gathering was to just stir things up. If they had reason to believe that Thunderclan was behind the death of one of their warriors, they should have came to speak with her first, not declare the news in front of the entire forest.

"Before we conclude the meeting, Gentlestorm has news he wishes to share with everyone. Please lend him your ears." She dipped her head respectfully towards the fluffy tom, and turned her gaze down to the Medicine Cat.
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no damsel in distress ( dont need to save me ) //
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  • FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
    ✦ afab / she/her / 38 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
    ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
    ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
    —— difficult in battle, will start & finish fights
    ★★★★★★★★★

    ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
    ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
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    a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.
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༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — The silver tom finds himself sitting closer to Highrock than he usually did knowing that he didn't stray far from his den or sat in the back of the crowd yet his eyes cast themselves towards Flamestar watching her vibrant coat blaze in the morning sun like her fiery name, it's enough for a warmth of his own to spread over his own face though he's quick to brush it away. He knows that plenty of the kittens would be graduating today and be taking new responsibilities as apprentices, Gentlestorm can't help but cast his gaze towards Howlkit and his littermates knowing that they were quite the feral bunch but he can only hope that their mentors bring them a form of balance or belonging so that they knew they're not alone. The memory of Howlkit fastening his jaws onto his muzzle causes it to wrinkle briefly at the phantom pain yet its cast aside when he hears the mentors that the three newly made apprentices recieve, Thrashpaw gets their older littermate whilst Howlpaw got Batwing's former apprentice and a small hum of approval leaves the grizzly tom. He listens to the rest of the kittens get assigned their new mentors and can't chant as loudly as the rest of his clanmates but he offers a faint smile towards both mentors and their apprentices.

Once everyone seems to settle down and his red tabbied leader announces that she wants an extra warrior for Shadowclan patrols as a cautionary thing, it makes his lips tug with a frown. He knew of the accusation and tensions that could potentially rise from this but he knows that Flamestar has good judgement and would only do anything if its in Thunderclan's best interest. Finally, the attention is passed onto him as he's mentioned and how he has news of his own. The silver tom's ears angle forward as he stares at his clanmates for a few heartbeats watching their own eyes peer at him rather intensely, he finds that he doesn't like the attention all that much and awkwardly clears his throat before parting his jaws to speak "I have finished... training Moonbeam... and after much time... and nearly dying..." The last part is uttered more quietly than the rest of his words only to rasp with a curt nod of his head, "I have... decided to take on... an apprentice... to succeed me... So that Thunderclan may continue to thrive... if anything were to ever happen to me..."

His dark eyes sweep across the crowd briefly lingering on the pale pelt of Softsight then onto Thundergleam recalling his conversation with Flamestar and finally settle onto a familiar lilac pelt that belonged to his kin. "Leaf-bare will be upon us... soon enough... the clan needs hope... and... a talented pair of paws... just like my old friend had once said..." His nose tilts skywards hoping that he sees this and approves of his choice only to say at last, "I have decided... that my apprentice... shall be Hopepaw... should she accept." His attention returns to his niece once more waiting to hear if she would accept his starblessed offer in learning healing, curing the sick, and provide assistance whenever a queen is close to kitting. He had never been a mentor for whatever reason is unbeknownst to him but now is his chance to be the best mentor that he could be to the molly that he had named and promised to watch over. Will you be my apprentice, little bird? He thinks quietly as he awaits her answer...

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MORNING & EVENING, I FELT LIKE I WAS GRIEVING ᨒᨒᨒ UNTIL I SAID FUCK YOU
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    MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
    — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
    — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
    — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ ACHES & PAINS
    — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ ILLNESS
    — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
    — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
    — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ BROKEN BONES
    — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ KITTING
    — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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    ✦ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
    ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
    ✦ 60 moons old; ages the 27th every month
    ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one
    ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
    ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
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*+:｡.｡ Bugpaw stands dutifully amongst her peers, as expected of the leader's daughter. Like clouds looming overhead before they part to reveal hidden sunlight, Flamestar starts this moon's meeting off with a bit more grey than shine. Bugpaw shuffles in her seat, uncomfortable as she recalls the last gathering's heightened tension. Shadowclan was way too quick to look for fault in Thunderclan, and with leaf-bare approaching, it felt so wrong to start fights with one another. She sighs deeply at the thought.

But with that, the more positive news breaks through the gloom. She watches with glowing sunshine-painted eyes as each kit steps forward, receiving a new name and a new friend for life! She thinks fondly of her ceremonies, of Morningcloud and now her brother. She wishes she could've lost Morningcloud to retirement instead of to Starclan's waiting paws, the way the rest of the reassigned apprentices have been. But oh well, she's just happy everyone had the right mentors when they need em!

"HONEYPAW! THRASHPAW! HOWLPAW!" she cries, hoping her voice booms loud enough to dispel all future storm clouds forever and ever! It's not quite enough as Flamestar reiterates the unfortunate news concerning Shadowclan's suspicions, but maybe there was a delayed reaction because not long after that...

"ah! AH!!! Oh my stars HOPEPAW!" Bugpaw quickly slaps her paws over her mouth to keep from squealing with joy. She glances back and forth between Gentlestorm and her lilac-colored friend, eager to hear her unhesitant response.

In another life, Bugpaw would've felt a bit envious. The idea of being the person that helps heal instead of hurt, that could commune with the stars - the chance to finally meet her father - does leave her heart aching somewhat with a wish as distant as the moon itself. But in truth, she can't imagine anyone more suited for the job than Hopepaw. Lashing her thick tail behind her, she eagerly awaits her chance to shout her friend's name the loudest!

*+:｡.｡ Updated 3/22/24



  • GENERAL:
    ♫ Bugpaw
    ♫ DFAB— She/Her
    ♫ 6 moons — Ages
    ♫ Daughter to Flamewhisker and Flycatcher
    ♫ Sibling to Falconheart, Stormfeather, Lilykit, Butterflykit, Scorchedpaw, Squirrelpaw, Sunpaw
    ♫ Thunderclan — apprentice
    ♫ Apprenticed to Falconheart


    COMBAT:
    ♫Physically easy | mentally easy
    ♫ Attack in bold pink
    injuries: None currently
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Flamestars call was a welcome one, there would be a new litter of kits ready to be apprenticed, more paws to help aid their clan through winter.
The deputy takes a seat, giving her leader her full attention before the fiery molly begins calling names forward, and the deputy’s attention instead shifts to the new apprentices and the experienced apprentices that come forward. Antlerbreeze, Tigerwing, and Darktuft would make fine mentors for the younger three. “Thrashpaw! Honeypaw! Howlpaw!”

The rest of the ceremonies run smoothly enough, and Roeflame heeds Flamestars warning. She agreed with the decision, their neighbors tongues had been growing a bit too bold a bit too close to Leaf-bare.

It’s Gentlestorms announcement that piques Roeflame’s interest, curious celadon hues falling to her friend, her gaze widening at the mention of him taking on an apprentice.
Hopepaw… should she accept. Near immediately, Roeflame’s expression breaks into a pleasantly surprised smile. Instinctively, the deputy stands, looking for her adoptive daughter in the crowd. The tabby had no doubt Hopepaw would accept Gentlestorms offer, she had practically spent her life attached to the snowy tom’s side. Still, Roeflame waits in apprehension, though the mothers paws itch to run to Hopepaw’s side to congratulate her.
‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎



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  • ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
    ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
    ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
    ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
    ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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A second apprentice? Wildheart gave a nod of his head as he accepted the duty of taking on the final stretch of Ravenpaw’s training. Having an older apprentice around held the possible advantage too, since he hoped that Ravenpaw could assist with building up Spiderpaw’s confidence. His amber gaze searched for Ravenpaw and he moved forth to greet the youth before settling back down in order to listen to the rest of the meeting.

Of course news regarding ShadowClan’s accusations came up, it was hard to ignore. Wildheart had been at the gathering when the situation had been brought up by Mirestar, and admittedly he was still bristling over it. But what else was there to do? For now they would be stuck tiptoeing about and trying to avoid further trouble.
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⊱⊰ The threat of ShadowClan encroaching upon their borders stiffens her spine, but Hopepaw attempts to steel herself. If ShadowClan does something foolish like crossing the thunderpath to attack in retaliation for their clanmate’s death, then they’re the stupid ones. Especially now that Flamestar is putting more cats on all the patrols to that border. Hopepaw isn’t very good at fighting, but she knows enough to defend herself if she has to. She thinks the meeting will be over after that announcement, but instead Flamestar turns to address Gentlestorm. He has an announcement of his own to make, maybe something about his herb stores now that the weather is turning frosty. But instead what he says is…

He wants to take on an apprentice. And not just any apprentice, but—but Hopepaw. Medicine cat apprentice? The title weighs heavy on her tongue even as she mouths the words, and she looks to Gentlestorm with widened eyes. He wants… her, to be his apprentice? Why her, and not Orangepaw or Softsight or Doepath? The clan needs hope, he says, but that doesn’t mean it needs Hopepaw. "Are you sure?" She asks, aloud, in front of the entire clan—she doubts her uncle’s judgment for a mere moment. And then she internally berates herself for it, because even if she isn’t the right choice, she’s the choice that her uncle wants. It’s what he thinks is best for himself, and for ThunderClan. Maybe if she’s around to help him, then she’ll know how to patch up his wounds and keep him from bleeding the next time someone attacks him. If there is a next time; she hopes she will never again have to see the tom bloodied and beaten down.

"I mean… I would be honored to be your apprentice," she corrects, because she does like the idea. She would be able to move her nest into Gentlestorm’s den permanently, and she wouldn’t have to leave unless she wanted to. Besides, she’s not really that good at being a regular apprentice, since she’s so behind on her training. Maybe this is how she can be useful to the clan. She can see it now—herself, crafting poultices from various plants and pressing them against wounds, saving cats from certain death, defending her clanmates from things that claws can’t fight. The path that Gentlestorm walks is lit with stars, and she can see them twinkling as she turns to regard the older tom with warm copper eyes. A smile lights her face, and she tips her head into a nod. She hears Bugpaw shouting heer name, spots Roeflame looking in her direction, and takes a deep breath. "I accept. I’ll do my best to… be the best apprentice you could have." For a heartbeat she glances to Lovelight. If she manages to catch the pale tortoiseshell’s gaze in the crowd, her own expression would flash to something apologetic before she returns her attention to her uncle. She isn’t trading in one mentor for a better one, she tries to convince herself. She’s just… needed for something else.

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds
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    HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan medicine cat apprentice

    ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and a bit of a grouch.
    ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue ; adopted by roeflame
    ⊱ mentored by gentlestorm
    ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
    ⊱ penned by foxlore
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