its not safe to go alone! [open/joining]

[Sweetpaw .]

COALPAW - THUNDERCLAN - MALE - SINGLE - HOMOSEXUAL​

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It had been a while since Charlie had left his mother, a week or so by now. Sam had been the first to leave, wandering off to explore like always only to remain missing when night fell. At first Charlie had worried for his brother, assuming the worst, but his mother had been quick to assure him that wasn't the case. Most cats tended to wander off from their mother as they got older, especially when their mother was a wandering rogue like she was.

That conversation had opened a door for the young tom he hadn't even known had been an option to him; leaving to explore the world on his own. In the end the decision to leave had come surprisingly eay to him. His relationship with his mother had never been a particularly good one. She'd kept them fed and warm at night, but there hadn't been much of an emotional connection there. Truth be told, Charlie had spent more time wandering the countryside and twoleg place unsupervised with his siblings than any amount of time spent with his mother, and the realization that she would be fine with him leaving had really been the final push he needed.

Charlie had seen a lot of the world- or so he liked to think. From the time he and his littermates were old enough to travel, that's all they done. Their mother would lead them through twoleg place, along the forests edge, around the moors, to the farm, the thunderpath- all of it. They'd spend a few weeks lurking somewhere before moving on, and from that the lean little tom had grown sturdy and quick to adapt.

And now a new adventure sat before him, rolled out at his feet as he stood upon the edge of a forest. He didn't think he'd ever been to this paticular place before, and much to his surprise it seemed to smell of cats!
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A PATCHED AND SPECKLED WHITE CAT WITH OFF-BLACK MARKINGS. AVERAGE-SIZED, WITH PRETTY BLUE EYES AND SOMEWHAT SPIKEaY FUR.

 

[emberstar]

"AND THOUGH THE EMBERS ARE NEW, WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T LET THE FIRE DIE"​

A sound caught Emberstar's ear, and she froze for a moment. Hoping that it might be the delicate steps of prey moving through the underbrush. No, she realized after a moment, it was heavier than that. A cat, maybe? A small one. She tilted her head in curiosity. There shouldn't be any other patrols in this area, but perhaps one of her clanmates had decided to hunt on their own?

She followed her ears.

Eventually she spotted a young tom all on his own. One she didn't recognize. "Heya!" The leader called out, approaching him with a smile. "Whatcha doing around here all alone?" she saw no need for caution, after all he was so young and small!​

⁎ ✦ ★ ✦ ⁎​

 

[Burningspirit]

Inconsistent paper stars​

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The day called for hunting and decided a good choice of section was closer to the twolegplace. It seemed like the prey ran here cause of those furless bastards feeding them all the time or eating out of the hanging seed things. Though something seemed amiss here, and then the sound of Emberstars' voice caught the attention of a cream tabby cat. A singular yellow eye narrowed in suspcion, who was she meeting? Or did she come across someone? Either way it didn't feel safe, an hunch if one will, and the tom moved along the frost-covered ground for a moment. Pushing through a brush of foliage and ferns, spotting the flame point leader along with a smaller cat. They had grey and white speckled fur with pale gaze, and his leader regarded them with a rather positive tone.

Burningspirit narrowed his one good eye for a moment; supopse there was no worry if Emberstar was fine with it. The burned tomcat looked to the young cat and gave a flick of his half-naked tail, "No bigger than child. Were mother?" A few raspy words left his maw and he flicked back his one ear for a moment. Speaking had become hard since the fire, and his lungs couldn't hold much air anymore, but he tried his best. ​

 

[CLOVERFIELD]

{ ꕥ } While Emberstar and Burningspirit are out doing something actually useful, Cloverfield is out looking to strip the forest of more of its jewels. Flowers, feathers, colorful sparkly junk left by twolegs, it's all hers to hoard into her lovely den space. The other warriors might complain about her crap pretties taking up precious room but she knows they're just sad little jealous cats. Maybe if they took the time to be less plain or they came to know a thing or two about not looking so salt of the earth, she'd take their complaints more seriously.

Rolling her shoulders with her collection tucked into her long scruff, she almost stumbles into her clanmates from all of her inner gloating. As she screeches to a halt, he femme squints down at Coalpaw before lightly snorting. "Yeah, who lost their-" baggage. "-sweet little angel?" Honestly, she's more amazed he made it here without being a bird's dinner first. What a little pipsqueak!
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( PRINCESS OR QUEEN ; TOMBOY OR KING )

 

[Sweetpaw .]

COALPAW - THUNDERCLAN - MALE - SINGLE - HOMOSEXUAL​

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It wasn't Charlies first time seeing a forest, but it was his first time seeing one in the middle of fall. Leaves that were once a lush green were now vibrant hues of arange and red, accents of bright yellow dappling the tree branches above him. It left his blue eyes wide in excited wonder as he gazed about the place, wondering just what had caused all the leaves to suddenly change into such pretty colors. On a slightly more alarming note, several of them had begun to fall and gather on the forest floor to leave barren patches along their outstretched limbs, and the boy couldn't help but wonder if the forest was dying.

If so, it was a beautiful way to perish.

The sound of paws shuffling through the leaves soon caught the boys attention, and he turned just in time to spot the flame point shecat call out to him. Quick to sense there was no hostility in the air, Charlie offered the older woman a bright smile as he padded over to meet her.

Despite having lived the life of a wanderer with his nomadic mother, they hadn't been entirely antisocial as a group. Often they would stop to rest for a few days at places that had other cats living there -places like the barn or twoleg place- and while not every cat they met seemed as outwardly bright and welcoming as this one did, most were usually pretty nice, or at the very least left you alone if you didn't bother them.

"I'm on an adventure, of course!" the youth replied with a grin, tail swishing behind him. "I noticed that the forest had changed color, so I came to investigate. I think it might be dying?" he said, though the last part lacked enough confidence to be considered a question more than a confident statement.

From the undergrowth came another, and this time blue eyes found themselves landing on the scarred figure of a tomcat. Their burned visage caught him off guard a little, ears twitching backwards in uncertainty before sitting forward once more when they suddenly spoke, straining to hear their broken words. When he realized they were only asking about his mother he seemed to relax a little, puffing out his chest a little as he answered.

"Can't you tell? I'm four moons now, which means I'm old enough to head out into the world on my own. Mom sent us all off. My brother Sam was the first to go- he set off toward the marsh a few days before me, but I wanted to check out the forest." he explained, the words falling easily from young lips. Charlie liked being around other cats almost as much as he loved a good adventure, and while the older toms energy was difficult to read, the shecats was friendly and welcoming, if not curious, which was very much in tune with the kind of vibes that Charlie himself tended to give off. It made talking to them all that much easier for the boy, who seemed equally as interested in them.

"Do you guys live here? Hunting must be so easy with your pelts blending into the leaves like that!" he said, admiring the orangish hues of the felines before him. Sam would have fit in perfectly with these guys! Too bad he went toward the swamps instead.
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A PATCHED AND SPECKLED WHITE CAT WITH OFF-BLACK MARKINGS. AVERAGE-SIZED, WITH PRETTY BLUE EYES AND SOMEWHAT SPIKEaY FUR.