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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 27, 2015 1:10:27 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
Red as blood, the moon shone full and bright over Aurora Hill. It bathed the clearing vermilion, casting the shadows of the cats that remained in scarlet. The gathering had ended. Or, the closest thing to what could have been a gathering over the past twelve seasons had ended. Cats had left, and cats remained. Words had been exchanged about war, Starclan's absence, and the potential reformation of the clans. However, no solid conclusion had been come to. Despite the horrors that surrounded them and the warriors falling by the minute, no concise conclusion had been reached on what to do about reformation. On where to go, on who to lead. Half of the warriors and loners in attendance had followed a she-cat by the name of Honeyheart and the last known medicine cat Eveningblaze to Birchclan's former camp. Another half had stayed, waiting for the ruling of those who remained still speaking.
Two was the number of groups that cats had been torn down. Two roads, two destinies. More still roamed the forests and battled throughout the basin, but two was the only number of civilized and orderly groups. Well, as civilized and orderly as a group of warriors squabbling for leadership and stability could get. Who knew whether they would actually survive. For all the last remaining warriors knew, this could have been one final hurrah before the clans were forever wiped from history. Or it could be a sign from Starclan. The rebirth they'd been waiting for.
Crowd commotion waxed and waned as warriors spoke of what was to come. Who would lead them? Where would they live? Could tradition and peace ever be restored? These questions repeated themselves, though the words and voices with which they were spoken changed. After seasons of chaos cats wanted stability. They wanted to wake up in the morning, not having to worry whether this would be the day of their death or the next. To be able to relax among clanmates and comrades without fear of starvation or murder. To be free to play, laugh, and love once more. To live, not just survive. Starlingfur knew that she was tired of living a hollow existence. Starlingfur knew that she wanted to change the way in which they lived. And Starlingfur knew that she had to formulate a plan.
One could not simply spring a clan into existence with a flick of the paw. Thinking had to be done. Nothing could come into creation without first organization. Starlingfur had volunteered for a position of leadership while the clearing had still flourished with voices, but how would she go through with it? Would cats want her as leader? Yes, she had experience. Starlingfur was a methodical she-cat who knew how to get things done. Strategical planning was in her blood. It may as well have been her name. But to create a clan... To win the support of the people, and to keep that support as they fought battles, claimed land, cleared dens, set borders, preformed ceremonies... It would be difficult. No, difficult would be an understatement. It would be nearly impossible.
Now that the adrenaline had faded and she sat near the base of the Leader's Branch once more, Starlingfur was unsure where to go with this. She could be the leader that these cats needed. And yet.... was this what she truly wanted to do? So long she'd been gone from these clangrounds, living on her own as a loner once more. Her life had felt hollow, but there had been little responsibility. Yes, she and Birchtail had lived in fear. But to go from leading nobody to leading an entire clan... It was unthinkable. Nigh, impossible. But... she had to do this. Even though she felt uncertainty now, she knew the inexperience with which the other cats had spoken during the gathering. She knew how little many of them knew of the world, despite having lived through this wretched war. She knew that for all their talk, there were very few cats here who actually had experience leading. Who knew what needed to be done and how to do it. And while Starlingfur may not have known everything- and she certainly didn't claim to- she knew enough to put things right. And she had companions with minds bright enough and hearts strong enough to pick up the slack.
Rising to her paws now, Starlingfur knew just who she needed to seek out. Rookshadow. The cream warrior had called out during the gathering, and Starlingfur hadn't realized how dearly she'd missed the voice of her best friend. It had been so long since she'd heard that voice- they'd not seen one another since the fall of the clans. Starlingfur had thought her dead, another tragedy of war. Another body mourned, never to be buried. Another friend lost. But here she was. Alive and in the crowd. And she'd vowed her loyalty to Starlingfur. Weaving through the cats, Starlingfur searched for the place where she'd last seen her. And it didn't take her long at all to find her. After all, she was a cat who stood out.
"Rookshadow!" she gasped, pressing her face to her friend's with a purr. Such displays of affection from Starlingfur were rare, but in these days when family seemingly returned from the dead they were becoming more commonplace. Rookshadow had been through much- none of which she had deserved. Least of all this. But time had made her wise, and Starlingfur had not a doubt in her mind that if anyone could help her with this, it would be her. Well, and Birchtail and Ravenmist of course.
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 27, 2015 2:44:59 GMT
Rookshadow's ears perked as she heard Starlingfur. She turned just in time for the queen to press her face into her own. A loud purr left her throat, her tail flicking back and forth with happiness. She took a step back to give them room and examined her friend. "You look better than ever, Starlingfur," she mused, eye shining as they landed on the queen's stomach. It was round, but it was clear she still had a while to go.
"My grand-nieces and nephews! I can't wait to meet them," she purred, before looking back up at her friend. She sat down, licking a paw and wiping it over her face.
"So, Starlingstar," she teased, "What do you plan on doing with the rest of us? Hauling us to another clan's old camp?" she mused, her one eye twinkling with amusement. She wrapped her fluffy tail around her paw as an older kit came bouncing up.
"Oh, before I forget. This is Pool, she was abandoned by her parents and I found her. She's my adopted daughter now," she said.
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Pool looked up at Starlingfur with bright blue eyes, her ginger fur fluffed up with excitement.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 27, 2015 19:08:03 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
When the she-cats pulled away from one another, Starlingfur gave Rookshadow a once-over. She looked well- if a bit tired. But who wasn't tired these days? Starlingfur was simply glad that the war hadn't caused too much damage to her friend. A smile spread across the tabby's face as Rookshadow mentioned her kits. A genuine smile. This was what normal felt like. Had ought to feel like. Maybe.. some day, things could go back to the way they'd once been after all. It would take time, but for now.. "You also look well, Rookshadow. It's good to see you again."
"And I am expecting." she lowered her voice slightly looking around once or twice. It was best not announce things so loudly in a group of cats who had so recently been hostile with one another. She couldn't show weakness, least of all now. "It's... nerve-wracking, considering the state of the basin. But such things are best left for discussion in a setting not so public. Regardless, I am excited to meet them as well. As is Birchtail." her muzzle quirked upwards at his mention. Birchtail seemed more excited about the whole ordeal than any cat in the forest had been about... well... anything. If a bit overprotective. She would be happy to have him at her side throughout this, no matter what was to come.
Starlingstar. The tabby's eyes widened for a moment, despite the jest in Rookshadow's tone. Starlingstar. Starlingstar. She tested the sound in her mind. It brought a great deal of reality to the situation, like falling through the ice in Leaf-Bare. Starlingstar. Was... that what cats would be calling her, if a clan were to form? It had to be. It was such an... Odd thought, though. Once upon a time she'd just been 'Bird'. It seemed like lifetimes ago. Like a completely different cat. Starlingfur mused over Rookshadow's question however, eyes thoughtful as she sat down. Where would they go? Starlingfur had not the slightest ideas where any of the other clans camps were save for Breezeclan's. And she'd already been through Dawnclan's old camp. It was... horrifying. Dens torn, herbs scattered, filled with their dead and the dead of others. The scent of rot both old and new had taken days to leave her nose. Silently she thanked Starclan for Ravenmist having buried her own siblings. But... there were still many other burials to be held. And much work to be done. It wouldn't be fit for living- not for quite some time.
The pebble pool. That was an option. She, Birchtail, and Ravenmist had begun to make a home for themselves there. A life. Setting up borders, kit-proofing the cavern... It had been a place Starlingfur thought she may have spent quite a while. Perhaps the rest of her life, if the wars ended. There was fresh water, abundant prey... Frequent and troubling fox-scent, but surely it could be handled. But now... Would so many cats fit in such a small space? It could comfortably suit perhaps ten cats, but any more than that would be crowding. And with so many here... If even half came along, there wouldn't be enough room. This put them in a bit of a predicament.
Wheels in her mind were already turning however. There were bushes lining the pool- perhaps they could dig some temporary dens there. Have cats travel every day to the old camp, work on clearing things out. Educate new warriors on the ways of things while working. It would need polishing, but it was a plan. But for tonight.. It was too late. Even the trek back to the pebble pool would take an hour, maybe more with so many cats. ".... I think that for tonight, we can rest here." she meowed thoughtfully. It had been Birchtail's suggestion in the first place- and a good one. "Tomorrow we'll head towards the pebble pool. Us and what other cats choose to come along. Dawnclan's former camp is in.... disarray. We will return there eventually, but it will take time to make repairs." she meowed finally, nodding to herself as she spoke. Saying it out loud made it seem more real. Like this was something that would happen. Starclan, she could barely believe any of it.
Amongst the crowd, Starlingfur hadn't even noticed the little ginger she-cat near to Rookshadow until she mentioned her. So many cats had lost family in this war... Parents, siblings... To death, chaos, or simple abandonment. It was a shame. "Hello there, Pool." she meowed, leaning down slightly. "My name is Starlingfur. What do you think of this gathering?"
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 28, 2015 0:08:46 GMT
"There are sooooo many cats! Rookshadow told me that there may not be a lot, but there were hundreds!" the she-kit said, looking bright eyed. She wasn't shy, clearly, as she opened right up to Starlingfur. Her ginger fur was a mess with dust and dirt covering her, but she didn't seem to care. She was so innocent. Too innocent for such a rough world.
"Are there anymore cats around my age? There was a tom named Lightning and some others, but they left with the other cat," she questioned, ears perked as she looked around. All she saw were older cats.
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Rookshadow purred brightly. "No, it doesn't look like there are. But I'm sure Birchtail will play with you whenever he isn't busy. And I will too," she mewed, licking the kit's head. It actually looked as if Rookshadow and pool could be related, save for the eye color. After all, Foxtooth had been just as orange as Pool.
Her ears perked as she heard that they would be heading back to Dawnclan's camp. her ears drooped a bit. "Foxtooth is still there," she said quietly. She remembered how her son had attacked her in the confusion. She also remembered how she was the one that ripped his throat out. She had mourned for moons after that.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 28, 2015 0:24:19 GMT
Thunderstar quietly moved closer to the group, taking a seat near Rookshadow.
"so if we're staying here tonight, then moving to the pebble pool tomorrow, should we look for a safe place to sleep?"
Thunderstar looked around the area the cats were sitting. The site of a large group of cats sitting together would either ward of potential issues, or draw larger predators to their location. He didn't feel like being exposed in the middle of the gathering place when a fox comes walking by looking for it's morning breakfast.
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At the bottom of the hill, a head was stirring from his nap. Blue eyes light up in the darkness of night, beside another cat of similar color. These eyes drifted to the top of the hill where the cats were gathering, though the group looked even smaller than when he had went to sleep. He slowly poked the cat laying by his side in an attempt to rouse her from her sleep.
"Fernheart.... wake up.... we should go sit with the others, it might be.... important"
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 28, 2015 15:54:22 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
"Hundreds, were there?" Starlingfur suppressed a smile. She could remember her kits first gatherings. Cicadapaw had been just as excited. Oh Cicadasong... All of her kits... They'd gone through so much, and for what? Starlingfur absentmindedly wrapped her tail around her stomach. She would protect this litter with all that she had. Never would they have to go through such horrors as their elder siblings. They would be warriors, brave and strong, but not put in harm's way. Not without reason, at least. This... was why she was doing this. Why she had to do this. To give future generations something to look forward to. A safe home, structure. Hah, what she'd joined the clans for all those moons ago. And to preserve that bright innocince.
How many young cats were hear? Starlingfur had seen a pawful, but as she looked around now few were to be found. Many must have gone with Honeyheart. The promise of a clean ad safe camp. Had hers been born, she may have gone as well. But she hadn't. "I don't believe so. However, there are a few on the way." she meowed. Rookshadow piped in with a mention of Birchtail, and Starlingfur nodded. Of course he would. He'd always played with every kit in the clan, be they in Dawn or Dusk. And... what would this clan be, she wondered? A name hadn't even come to mind yet. How much time they had to think on that, Starlingfur didn't know. But..
Copper eyes sparked with sadness at Foxtooth's name. She'd watched the tom grow up. He'd played with her own kits in the nursery. And now... He was gone, just like that. Just like so many others. Just like her own. "I'm sorry Rookshadow." she murmured, shaking her head. "We'll... give him a proper burial. We'll give all of them proper burials." once more she was thankful for Ravenmist's actions. They would hav many graves to dig once they returned. Many lives to mourn. It was a tragedy, and many cats would no doubt be holding vigil that night. For now, however...
Starlingfur turned at the sound of Thunderstar's voice. The gray tom took a seat near Rookshadow, bringing up the neccesity of a place to rest. This was true. Dangerous as things were now, they couldn't just rest out in the open. "We should." she nodded, looking around the clearing. The forest surrounding the immediate pea of the aurora hill was sparse with little undergrowth or bushes to speak of. The trees reached tall into the sky- though not half the height of those in the Sunset Plains. Perhaps.. "More limber cats could rest and keep watch among the branches of the trees. Kits, queens, and weak or ill cats should sleep near the center of the clearing." the base of the leader's branch was surrounded by tall grasses. If the weather stayed clear and the night warm, it wouldn't be a bad place to rest. A change of pace from their normal dens however, that was for sure.
"There are few areas of coverage here, so we'll have to take what we can get. Stronger cats can rest outside of the weaker, and a few will have to stand guard in shifts." This situation rang so familiarly to the journey. They'd had to take rest where they could, when they could. No camps, no dens. Just guards and, if they were lucky, a place that was somewhat defensible. The aurora hill wasn't as bad as half the places they'd had to sleep as they'd traveled, and that set Starlingfur somewhat at ease.. It would make for a few cats walking tiredly once morning came, but they had to do what they needed. What cats would stand guard tonight could rest once they returned to the pebble pool, while the others dug dens. Already plans were beginning to form in the she-cat's mind. As long as they planned and counted their numbers.. Things might just turn out alright.
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 29, 2015 0:03:11 GMT
Rookshadow dipped her head, nodding. She would want to be there for her kits' burials. She would be more than glad to help dig the graves. She licked Pool's head as the kit looked a bit confused. She asked whom Foxtooth was, but Rookshadow just purred in response instead of answering directly. Then another cat appeared.
She dipped her head to Thunderstar. "Yes, Starlingfur. I can guard tonight. I'm sure Crooked-eye, Heavypaw, and Cavernpaw are strong enough that they could help as well," she said. She heard a giggling snort of Crooked-eye and turned to see him nodding in agreement with her.
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Fernheart blinked as she opened her eyes. She yawned and stretched, sitting up. Her green eyes looked over her mate again and she purred, licking his face a few times. "Then let's go. I'm sure Rookshadow will be excited to see you again," she said. She knew her aunt and her mate were close friends.
She got to her paws and moved back up the hill, her black and white fur a bit ruffled from the nap they had taken. She caught the last bit of what her aunt said. "Boltfang and I just took a nap. We could help where we're needed?" she said.
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Pool sat up straight as more and more grown cats gathered around to listen. "Starlingfur, what can I do to help?" she asked.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 29, 2015 0:54:00 GMT
Thunderstar listened silently as the group spoke, keeping his eyes and ears alert for any potential dangers. When speak of keeping watch arose, Thunderstar spoke up.
"If you want some help Rookshadow, I'd be happy to offer it. I've made a habit out of cat watching these past moons, I've gotten... rather good at it..."
Thunderstar's ears quickly shifted as two new cats approached from the darkness, both he recognized, and both at one point he called friend.
"And once again, the dead shall rise like a fire in a dry summer."
Thunderstar's nose twitched in amusement as Fernheart and Boltfang spoke, dipping his in greeting to both.
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Boltfang followed slightly behind Fernheart and his gaze cast over the group, Starlingfur, Birchtail, Thunderstar, Rookshadow. All cats he knew. What luck! After dipping his head in greeting and taking a seat in the group.
"Hey..."
All these cats gave Boltfang a bit of an anxious feeling, he wasn't use to being in these big of groups anymore and it was visibly noticeable Boltfang was having some anxiety about the situation, after being alone for so long, he wondered if any feelings may have changed towards him, if so, were they good or bad?
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 29, 2015 17:59:42 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
Rookshadow, Crooked-Eye, Heavypaw, and Cavernpaw.. Starling didn't think that she knew the last four. Should apprentices really be doing the guarding though? Well- considering when the clans had fallen, who knew how old some of the former 'apprentices' had to be now. A snort caught her attention from a short ways away, and Starlingfur followed Rookshadow's gaze. A black and white tom, eyes amber as honey nodded back at them. One of his eyes seemed to be dilated- permanently? That could be Crooked-Eye. At least he seemed willing enough to guard, then. Starclan, she would have so many names to learn... Even moons into her first joining of Duskclan she'd been forgetting her clanmates names. How in the basin could she remember the names of every cat in an entire clan, and keep track of all of them? She would have a lot to learn.
From beside Rookshadow, the little ginger she-cat piped up. Pool's blue eyes glowed with excitement and determination as she asked what she could do to help. Starlingfur could barely stifle an amused smile. So eager. "Hmm..... I'll tell you what...." she began thoughtfully, looking around the clearing. Her eyes landed on the base of the branch where the leaders sat. As she'd noted previously, grasses taller than even her own head lined the bottom. With a nod to herself, she turned back to Pool. "...Pool, You can be in charge of tramping down the grass over there for cats to sleep on. See over there?" she meowed, gesturing with her tail. The senior she-cat knew that it was important for the younger cats to feel useful- although she'd never really understood it herself as a kit, it was something that she'd learned as a mother.
Soon after she'd spoken, Thunderstar offered his willingness to help with the guard as well. "Your help would be welcome, Thunderstar. We'll need to gather the other cats who were suggested before long." Starlingfur agreed. She'd been about to ask Rookshadow who Heavypaw and Cavernpaw were, but Thunderstar's voice stopped her before she'd had the chance to gather her words. He looked further down the hill, and Starlingfur followed his gaze. Two black and white cats. One with eyes of green, the other blue. Both heavily scarred. Starlingfur recognized them quickly. Fernheart and Boltfang. So... Fernheart was alive after all. Birchtail would be happy to hear. And Boltfang had decided to come? Surprising. She thought he'd been traveling alone. All cats needed company in these hard days, however.
A nap. Understandable. It was growing late, and some of the cats who still worked by day and slept by night must be growing quite tired. "Boltfang. Fernheart. It's good to see the both of you." she offered in greeting, dipping her head. What could they do to help though.. Of course they could always use more guards. But Boltfang and Fernheart weren't exactly the types. ".... Anything you can offer. Hunting, perhaps?" she suggested. They would need food. From the Pebble Pool to the Aurora Hill had been quite a trek. And Silverpelt knows where half of the other cats had come from. No doubt they would all be tired and hungry.
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 29, 2015 23:34:55 GMT
Fernheart nodded, dipping her head towards Starlingfur. "We'll bring back some food for everyone. Although some cats may need to share, depending on how much we can catch," she responded. She wasn't sure how sharing would work for the cats who had never been in a clan before. She knew cats were protective over food. It was for survival, but if they were to be in this group, then they would have to learn.
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Rookshadow got to her paws as Fernheart and Boltfang came over. she licked her niece's cheek, purring as the two she-cats looked at one another. She then moved over to Boltfang and pressed her nose to his cheek, showing that they were still friends in her eyes.
As Fernheart spoke to Starlingfur, she turned and gathered up Crookedeye, Cavernpaw, and Heavypaw. It didn't take but a moment for her to return and when she did, Fernheart was just finishing speaking. She dipped her head to Starlingfur again.
"Starlingfur, I'd like you to meet Crookedeye," she said, pointing to a muscular tom. He had dark gray, nearly black fur with white underbelly. His ears were folded and one eye was indeed permanently dilated, yet they still had a wise look to them. He was broad everywhere, but he had a kind smile.
"This is Cavernpaw," she added, pointing towards a massive silver tabby tom. He was covered in scars and his eyes were bright yellow. He looked a bit annoyed, but didn't say anything as he dipped his head to the she-cat.
"And last, but not least, this is Heavypaw. He's Firecloud and Deerheart's son," she explained. The tom was cream colored and plain, no stripes or spots. His eyes were a pretty blue, but there was something dark to them. It wasn't quite evil, though. He was large as well, but not quite as big as Cavernpaw.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 29, 2015 23:58:32 GMT
Thunderstar looked the two cats up and down once more before turning his attention to the main discussion. Well, he could help with the guard tonight, maybe he could help some more in the morning when it came time to organize more patrols. But for now he was content to see how the rest of this night would play out.
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Boltfang twitched slightly as Rookshadow pressed her nose into him. Still a bit anxious, but it was fading slowly. When Starlingfur offered to have them go hunting however, Boltfang's eyed her sarcastically. But he did say they would do anything, and he was looking forward to hunting with someone again.
"Sure, hunting would be... nice... exercise"
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 30, 2015 0:35:04 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
"... Hopefully they won't mind that. Too much." Starlingfur mused. She knew how protective rogues were when it came to their food. And even warriors no doubt, after struggling for food so long. But Green-Leaf was upon them, and what prey they found- especially in an area such as this- would no doubt be plentiful and fat. Starlingfur didn't doubt that they would find enough for each cat to eat their fill, even if a few had to share. Although... "Gather a few more cats- a patrol or two might be a good idea. It will be a long night." Starlingfur meowed. One or two cats wouldn't catch enough prey for all that had gathered, no matter how hard they hunted.
As she gave orders, Starlingfur began to feel more secure in her decision. Her position. At this point in time... As long as she thought of it in terms of relation to the journey, things would be alright. She knew how to do these things. How to organize patrols, count heads, set up guards. They were deputy duties- things she'd learned under Blackstar. It was now that she realized that maybe being deputy and being leader weren't so different after all. And that Blackstar... he had been a fine leader. She would follow in his pawsteps as best she could.
Starlingfur looked the toms over as Rookshadow brought them forward. Crooked-Eye had been the tom she-d expected. Black and white- or no- perhaps dark gray and white. Little ears, one amber eye permanantly slit. Broad and sturdy. A fighter's build. Neither Cavernpaw nor Heavypaw looked as though they deserved their suffixes. Both were large toms, muscular toms. Fully grown. The former had thick silver fur and tense yellow eyes, while the latter was a slightly off-white color with eyes of blue. Cats naturally suited to fighting- cats who would make for good guards. "Thank you Rookshadow." Starlingfur nodded. "It's good to meet the three of you- Crooked-eye, Cavernpaw, and Heavypaw. I'm Starlingfur." Although... they probably already knew that. "We can switch out the guard halfway through the night. But I'm sure that this will be good for the first half."
There were other matter to concern themselves with as well, however. "We'll also need to get the names of every cat here." she meowed, rising to her paws. Starlingfur began to pace back and forth in thought. "Ages, if they know them. Former clan allegiences. What they know about what has been going on since the fall of the clans. What places are the safest, and what places are the most dangerous." The wheels spun in her mind as she spoke, thinking out each word. "Most of that... can wait until tomorrow. But for now, we do need names. Numbers. Who is expecting, who is injured, and who is sick. I can do that, however.. There are a great deal of cats here." she paused, looking around. She soon found the cats she was searching for. "Birchtail... ans Ravenmist. Could you assist?"
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 30, 2015 1:16:21 GMT
Birchtail's ears perked as he heard his name. "Of course, dear," he said, prancing over. He looked around as he sat beside his mate, purring happily. "Rookshadow seems to know plenty of the warriors here. Or, the cats whom used to be in a clan. She was much more social than we were after all, Starlingfur," he added, twining his tail with the queen.
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Rookshadow nodded. She looked at the three toms. "You three heard her. You all take the first shift. We'll get you replacements half way through the night so you all may rest," she said. She watched as the toms wondered off and could hear Crookedeye rambling to the two younger toms.
She looked over at Starlingfur. "I'll go hunting with them. I can see if Hollow Firecloud can come as well," she said. She looked around for the Breezeclan she-cat. She blinked a bit, her eye focusing.
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Fernheart licked her aunt's cheek. "Boltfang and I can go on ahead," she said. She turned and flicked her tail over her mate's ear before bounding off down the hill. She seemed to have as much energy as she had when she was a rebellious apprentice. And she had a lot of energy back then, there was no doubt to it.
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Pool was already over, padding down the grass as best as she could. Her tongue was out of her mouth in concentration as she walked over and hopped on the grass, trying to create nests. They weren't perfect, but they would do the trick. She hoped so at least.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Sept 3, 2015 2:57:55 GMT
Thunderstar moved off to carry out his first guard with the others. Silently he began to wonder how everything was going to play out. Now it seemed like everything would end up going alright, But he still didn't know for sure.
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Boltfang nodded to Fernheart and then looked back at Starlingfur.
"Sure I've got no problem getting a head start, We'll meet up with the others once we've got a decent lead. No one is going hungry... Tonight"
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