camp THE TEARS OF YESTERDAY ✿ moving

[DOEBLAZE]

it still feels too good to be true. that she can look at blazestar and call him mate, that she can press her muzzle to his without worrying over what she might say. let the words come now; they only tell him what she's already said, how much he means to her. how much he always will. moons of hopelessness and guilt and an aching heart, all building towards a night soaked in moonlight and elderberry. she had finally said what she'd meant all along, his absence driving her forth until she spilled fire from her chest.

the next day, she had tried to be covert, slinking from his nest. their camp was by no means empty, even in the early hours, and she doubts her visit had gone unnoticed. embarassment singes the tips of her ears to think of it now, as she roots through her still-stale nest in the warriors' den. yukio's flower, sparrowsong's rock, a couple other trinkets are piled onto the wad of fresh bedding at her side. hooking the whole bundle onto fangs probably grooved from so long carrying clumps of numbing lungwort, bobbie tries to appear casual as she slips out of the warriors' den.

it's difficult to act casual, though, when her destination is quite clearly the elderberry bush that guards the leader's den. with nest material and keepsakes in her jaws, it's rather obvious to any onlookers exactly what she's doing....

only the sun has come this close ✿ ( only the sun )

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  bobbie ; warrior of skyclan
  x. she/her ; 42 moons ; tags
  x. small, scarred lilac tabby and white she-cat with green eyes
  x. played by dejavu
  x. mother to lupinepaw, crowpaw, and drowsypaw.

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[SILVERSMOKE]

While things were looking up for the returning Journey cats, Silversmoke couldn't help but feel his own life had taken a turn, not necessarily for the worst, but he could not wear the same smiles as the others. An injury had isolated him from the rest of the group, celebrations for the new Lead Warriors had left an acidic taste in his mouth after discovering they had sheltered a ThunderClan apprentice instead of bringing their Lungwort back early, and the cherry on top was his siblings, now proud Daylight Warriors of the clan, seemingly only around to wind him up and beat up any rogue they saw. Stress gripped his throat like a vice, with the days getting shorter, it seemed that leaf-bare would be arduous on both body and mind once more. Laying outside the medicine den, the smell of sickness still suffocating despite its slow departure, thick fur protecting him from leaf-fall's chilly nip, the male's singular green eye settled on a pale shape moving across the camp. His ears swiveled forward as he concentrated, the tip of his tail lashing in confusion at the sight of Bobbie dragging nesting material across their home. StarClan, why was she acting so shady?

"Blazestar's old enough to make his own nest," he called out to her in an indignant huff, raising his head from its sedentary position. What sort of awful colony did SkyClan look like if the highest ranked among them were forced to fix their leader's bedding? Bile still rose at the thought of Bobbie's new rank. Moons ago, they had had a conversation about names, and how she would not change her own until she was confident in her skills. No such boldness had come and her skills were untested, yet she was still rewarded, be it through favouritism or an oversight on his leader's part, Silversmoke could not tell. Regardless, he did not welcome his new co-worker with the warmth of the other council members. It was an idea that did not get prioritised in his mind that day, instead, his focus lay on the trinkets she was carrying, clearly gifts to their leader (StarClan, she hadn't bribed him for her rank, had she? He didn't think Blazestar would be so underpawed). "Let the apprentices handle it, if you're awake, you've got more important things to be doing than lugging that around."

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather spots Bobbie out of the corner of her eye as she chews on the bone of a thrasher. She decides to mind her own buisness and not make a fuss out of it, instead she giggles under her breath and continues to gnaw. That is until hear ears realign to hear Silversmoke scolding her, informing her that Blazestar could make her own nest, and to let the apprentices handle it.

Typically Figfeather would agree, apprentices needed to do their own chores, but the marmalade tabby was more perceptive than that.

"Silversmoke..." She whispers to get his attention from where she lays nearby, "I don't think she's making his nest. She's making their nest." She is not sure how much of a scene Bobbie wants of this, so she keeps her tone down to avoid drawing attention while saving the brown she-cat from any further tongue lashings from the senior lead warrior.​

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[GREENEYES]

"I didn't know moving was part of the promotion," Greeneyes teases, still blinking sleep from his eyes as he pads over to sit beside his littermate. Bobbie's raid on the warrior's den had stirred him from his light slumber, but he supposes he should be awake by now anyway - should be doing... some sort of lead warrior thing.

Though, upon his emergence, he'd thought his fellow lead was merely cleaning out her nest - his own could do with cleaning too, after all. Instead, he watches with amusement as Bobbie trails moss toward Blazestar's den, listens as Silversmoke calls after her, as Figfeather tries to correct the gray tabby. She's making their nest - and Greeneyes isn't too surprised, not after Blazestar's welcome to her upon their return. He's happy for them, happy that SkyClan gets to have something good after moons of darkness.

"Should I be gathering my things, then?" the young lead asks with an innocent tilt of his head, despite the glint of mischief in his onlooking gaze.

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES, Lead Warrior of SkyClan
  — Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  — AMAB; He/Him
  — A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  — Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
  — "Speech"; Attack
  
  ✦･ﾟ: * — Born into SkyClan's first litter, Greeneyes is a bright tom with an affinity for the world around him. Despite always seeking to be kind to others, the warrior believes he's cursed - a belief brought on by rhetoric that green is a deadly color.
  

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[CROWSIGHT]

"No you dimwit, Figfeather means they're mates," he mews as steps out from the shadows and presents himself to the others. It seems that he was right as a kit. There was something between his mother and Blazestar. After all, Blazestar had visited his mother a great deal and he would have to be stuck with the two of them. Back then when he tried to imagine Blazestar as his father, which didn't work out well. Blazestar was too good a cat. He couldn't call their leader father when his own father whom he knows little of is a horrid cat. It would be unfair to force Blazestar to accept him as his own and he no longer wanted that. Not after what happened with Lupinepaw. As far as he's concerned he has no kin. It doesn't occur to him that Greeneyes is aware and was simply joking about gathering his own things. Why not be blunt and honest about it like his mentor, who apparently thinks Bobbie is sucking up to Blazestar.

Has she looked this small before? Then, he turns to Bobbie. Hazel eyes that stare into her own hold indifference. If she was expecting him to leap for joy then she was woefully mistaken. He was not welcoming to her nor did he seek her out when she returned. Who knows what is going through her mind as she looks at him. To be honest, I'd be surprised she even thought of me. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Whiskers twitch and he turns to Silversmoke, his mentor. He draws near and mews "Let's leave Bobbie alone. We have more important things to do. I want to train more today, can we go over battle more? Unless you want to practice hunting?" Hunting. His mentor's least favorite topic to train for some reason. That is why it is purposely brought up. Crowpaw knows that Silversmoke is more likely to accept his wishes if he brings up hunting.

 

[✧ Mottledove.]

⊹​⊹ LOOKING IN THEIR EYES WHEN THEY'RE DOWN ⊹⊹​

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mottledove & 22 moons & female & she/her & skyclan perma-queen​

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"It's about time," honestly, Kiki hadn't wanted to say anything - not really. Her own relationships had been a trainwreck at best after all - her past come back to haunt her, now living in the same camp. But it was hard not to think there had to be something - anything - going on. Hard not to hope her friend would find happiness and not pain. So when she notices what is going on, she can't help but hobble over, slow on her three paws even now. She feels only happiness as she gives bobbie a gentle smile, dull blue eyes warm and words gentle. "Don't mind them - they're too nosy for their own good, no better than kits," she can't imagine saying such teasing things even a moon ago but... this is her home now, the clan all but family.

— I'll be there on their side, I'm losing by their side ♥

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: —
  tw/cw: —
  
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  — a fluffy she-cat with a mane of fur and a mottled cinnamon tortie pattern. she is missing half her back left leg leaving her at a disadvantage in most things. mottledove is very quiet and withdrawn, a gentle soul. she and the kits she cares for adorn her pelt with flowers and 'paints' made of plants.
  
  — physically extremely easy && mentally very hard
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not-allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#74a2a5]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[SLATESNARL]

A fat squirrel is discarded onto the fresh-kill pile, departed from jaws that ached to tear into its tender flesh and savor its juices. Slate was still getting used to the whole "feed the others before yourself" rule, and at times he felt tempted to break it, but he knew that it would just cause a big ruckus if the others caught on. A bunch of rule-sticklers, he thinks to himself bitterly. What was the harm in keeping his belly full so that he may hunt without an appetite and with a clear mind?

The commotion beginning to stir in camp quickly distracts the lead warrior from missing out on a meal, glowing amber hues drawing up toward the sight of Bobbie seemingly dragging her things to Blazestar's den. Silversmoke hadn't seemed to catch on to what was occurring here, so the others had to spell it out plain and simple — Bobbie was moving into Blazestar's den. So soon after her promotion, too. They must have had a chat, to say the least.

So, Slate's suspicions had been confirmed. The two cats had shared a nuzzle more than once and always seemed to be oozing like honey around each other. Even a tom such as him, inexperienced with the notions of romance, could see what was blossoming between the two if he were to look closely enough.

Others murmur their congratulations to the brand new couple, while Slate only feels irritation bubble in his gut. Great, now Blazestar wouldn't give a damn about what the rest of his council would have to say. He had a new favorite. "Huh. Explains a lot." The Maine Coon doesn't care whoever hears. It was bad enough that Slate was forced to work alongside Bobbie now; he certainly would not be forced to like her.

With a huff, the massive cat turned on his heels and stalked toward the exit of camp to... sit, or groom himself, or watch the birds. Anything but watch his leader and his new coworker intertwine tails.

✰ INFO

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  ✰ SLATE
  —— he/him; lead warrior of skyclan; former rogue
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[Fireflyglow]

The death of his mother is still so stinging fresh on his brain and heart, but the clan moved on still. Howlfire, Blazestar, and himself would mourn in their own ways, and Fireflypaw finds that his way to grieve was to busy himself with work until he was too tired to think about Little Wolf. If he slept properly, would he see his mother in a dream? Would he be able to get one last talk with her, before he becomes a medicine cat? He didn't get to tell her he loved her before she left for the journey, didn't get to tell her goodbye.. His eyes flicked towards the stick his paw stepped on, distracted.

The sound of chattering catches his attention soon enough, and his head is swiveling owlishly to check on what was going on. Was someone hurt? No, it couldn't be. There'd be more panic, wouldn't there? Someone would be screeching out his name. His tail twitches as he walks over to listen in on the gossip, Mottledove saying something about 'it's about time' and Crowpaw mentioning that somebody was mates now. It didn't take long for him to connect one-to-one, the mention of Bobbie and Blazestar allowing him to piece things together.

His first reaction is to fall silent, eyebrows knitting together as mixed emotions swarm in his brain. His father loved Little Wolf more than anything, and yet.. Yet.. "Congratulations." Fireflypaw intercepts his thoughts with a shaky smile, doing his best to appear genuine- Bobbie was a good she-cat, she had a good head on her shoulders and good intentions always. If his father had chosen to move on, chosen to love again, who was he to judge that? It wasn't his life, after all. "I have some feathers that could do your nest some good."​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 15 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[TWITCHBOLT]

Twitchbolt had a feeling too, but only because he was intimately familiar with the fine line one could tread between friendship and love. All the moons of calling Quillstrike his best friend when in truth he'd been quite pathetically in love with him had taught him the tell-tale signs, and it had been impossible to miss the tender touched between Blazestar and Bobbie, especially when the latter had returned from the journey.

Once before he'd seen Bobbie gathering sentimental items, and it was to move them to the warrior's den with her- now, she headed to the leader's den instead. Even those who hadn't helped her move the first time seemed to catch onto it- but for once, Twitchbolt found himself one of the more tactful of the bunch. Plenty of remarks were thrown, low gossiping. Slate spat something that... stewed a little in the brown-and-white tom's head. Explains a lot, and he hoped he didn't mean her new addition to the leader's council.

Staying at the sidelines, if he caught Bobbie's eye he would offer her an apologetic grin, shaky but genuine. Something that said congrats, but i'm sorry we're all looking. With that, though- he'd give them the privacy he'd managed to achieve in this moment. New love, new reciprocated love- Twitchbolt himself was still riding the wave, still getting used to the giddiness of it, and hoped Blazestar and Bobbie could have that once the onlookers had dispersed. If they did...

You're high profile, he'd told Blazestar once upon a time. I could spread rumours. This would get around quickly, wouldn't it?​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather pretends to ignore Greeneyes' joke by gnawing more on her bone. Jealousy stirring in his chest as he mentions their promotions. She figures the least she could do until she was in control of her feelings was to at least hide them, not burden Bobbie and her brother with any unfair discontempt from her. Luckily for Figfeather she forgets entirely about it when Crowpaw bursts out from the shadows and insults Greeneyes, she looks at the apprentice dumbfounded.

"Do I need to go ask Dawnglare, as sick as that tom is, for some mousebile to stick down your throat?" She threatens, the fur along her hackles bristling at the sheer disrespect of not only a warrior, but a lead warrior! As envious as she was of her brother she would not forget his rank, Blazestar deemed him fit for the role and that would always mean something to Figfeather. She glance at Silversmoke, she's more than happy to allow the lead warrior to deal with him the rest. The audacity...

It's hard not to hear Slate's snide comment, the large SkyClanner makes no effort to hide his discontempt in Bobbie's promotion. Figfeather rarely seen eye-to-eye with the tom-cat, his slight against kittypets and daylight warriors was not kept secret. Her lips tug into a frown, surely Blazestar wouldn't make Bobbie a lead warrior just because they were sweet on each other?

Figfeather doesn't know. She doesn't know what to make of any of this, and until she sat on the council herself it would be none of her business.

Averting her gaze entirely from Bobbie, she again continues to gnaw. ​

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[CROWSIGHT]

More voices he cares nothing for join the fray. Some voicing support while others voicing disapproval (coughs, Slate). It is then that... A bug. A bug is buzzing at his ear annoyingly so and when he turns to face said bug in question, he remembers once he had respect for this insect. Only because of Cherrypaw. Cherrypaw who spoke to him and told him that she would like Figfeather to be her mentor. Only now can he see that Blazestar made the correct choice in not allowing such a pair. Don't get him wrong, he still loathes Slate with a passion, but Cherrypaw deserved better than Figfeather. Whiskers and his nose twitch with irritation at being bothered. Figfeather knows how to rile him up when she says Dawnglare is sick. Even though he doesn't speak much with the medicine cat, he was taken care of by him when he had yellowcough. Dawnglare was not sick. As he watched the tom, that was one thing he was sure of.

"Dawnglare isn't the one who is sick," he mews coldly. It is obvious what his implication is. To think, an apprentice would speak back so boldly. To be honest he didn't see anything wrong with calling Greeneyes a dimwit. Just because Greeneyes may have a higher rank, doesn't mean the tom couldn't be called an idiot. He's certain some cats within the clan called even Blazestar an absolute moron. It is amusing to him that Figfeather is so bothered for something so simple. "Why would you make Dawnglare stick mousebile down my throat? If you're so angry with me, why not do it yourself? Not that it would change anything, mousebile won't fix me." Truly, he doesn't understand why she would make their medicine cat shove mouse bile down his throat. It's not like Dawnglare is here or is upset with him. It seems awfully cruel in his eyes that she would want to drag him here and force him to shove something vile down his throat. Not to mention she insulted the tom who was not sick.

 

[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather is both confused and astonished by the unwavering attitude Crowpaw throws. How was this a child of Bobbie’s? She had not been this rowdy at his age, Daisyflight had taught her respect, she knows Bobbie has taught Crowpaw too.

Again, she stops her gnawing and gives Crowpaw a threatening look.”Nothing would bring me greater joy. Slate just has to say the word.” She retorts at Crowpaw’s challenge to do it herself, though he seems confused by his claim that ‘Dawnglare isn’t the one whose sick’. She most certainly isn’t.

Rising to her paws she huffs, ”I have more important things to do than argue with an apprentice on etiquette most kits would understand out of the womb. ” It was astonishing that this was an apprentice of a lead warrior, you’d think of all cats he’d have gotten the lesson to respect his superiors through his head by now.

She picks up her bones and walks away, making a note to congratulate Bobbie later when it was clear she was welcoming attention on her new relationship.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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