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Shiverstar looked into the night sky, the rising sun softly illuminating the trees. He knew Chillystar was up there with StarClan. He looked out of his den, at the snowy earth below. Other clans were appearing and disappearing, but his seemed to be one of the most sturdy of all. He flicked his tail. He would be the best leader he could be.
it / its
my tism. Too strong.
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Robinstar yawned, wondering if she could ever get a tiny bit of rest. Every single moment a cat would ask her for something
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(Guys new insults because why not)
WinterWing growled towards the Birdclan camp. He hated those bird-loving ice-brains!
"Oh, greetings, Winterwing. I didn't expect you to be up this early." the snow-colored leader said. His yellow eyes darted around the snow-covered camp. it was Leaf-bare, and the other clans had trouple searching for prey and just being outside in general. SnowClan was the only clan that could really thrive during Leaf-bare. Their thick and fluffy pelts and light colors were good for camoflauge and surviving the cold easily.
The medicine cat, Littlefrost woke up and went outside. He saw Shiverstar sitting in the snow, looking around.
"Oh, greetings, Winterwing. I didn't expect you to be up this early." the snow-colored leader said. His yellow eyes darted around the snow-covered camp. it was Leaf-bare, and the other clans had trouple searching for prey and just being outside in general. SnowClan was the only clan that could really thrive during Leaf-bare. Their thick and fluffy pelts and light colors were good for camoflauge and surviving the cold easily.
The medicine cat, Littlefrost woke up and went outside. He saw Shiverstar sitting in the snow, looking around.
it / its
my tism. Too strong.
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Moondusk gave a small shiver in her den, Leaf-bare mornings being cold, only warming up slightly when the sun hit the middle of the sky. Her splotched coat was relatively long, keeping her somewhat warm.
A small smile crossed her face as she snuck out of camp, climbing up a tall tree just barely outside. She was mindful of the small bird nests, an easy food source if she wanted to stay perched in the tree longer than a day.
She liked this tree. It was a little place for her to observe her clanmates, and the entrance at the same time. It made her feel more in tune with her clan's namesake, the tiny birds that lived in the woods.
Moondusk started to drift into a peaceful state, surveying the beautiful landscape that she loved to look at. She hoped no-one would look up her tree, as without the foliage she was very easy to spot if you looked up at the treetops.
Hailstrike stirred. Tonight was the full moon, which meant a gathering.
Cricket peeked from the foliage into the SnowClan camp. The small loner smelled of mint, similar to the SnowClan scent. Maybe she could explore without being found?
Hailstrike stirred. Tonight was the full moon, which meant a gathering.
Cricket peeked from the foliage into the SnowClan camp. The small loner smelled of mint, similar to the SnowClan scent. Maybe she could explore without being found?
it / its
my tism. Too strong.
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Onyxfire thought about the gathering. Perhaps she would be chosen? She really didn't care. It will all be the same stuff. Being a warrior is difficult. Stupid clans. Stupid StarClan. At least there's food. Maybe she was off better just being a loner, only fighting and hunting for herself. She realized she had just been standing out in the cold. Onyxfire shivered. It would be irritating for her to catch a cold in leaf-bare. She returned to camp, hoping she hadn't been out long.
Onyxfire thought about the gathering. Perhaps she would be chosen? She really didn't care. It will all be the same stuff. Being a warrior is difficult. Stupid clans. Stupid StarClan. At least there's food. Maybe she was off better just being a loner, only fighting and hunting for herself. She realized she had just been standing out in the cold. Onyxfire shivered. It would be irritating for her to catch a cold in leaf-bare. She returned to camp, hoping she hadn't been out long.
Hailstrike plunged her paw into the freezing River, her thick fur soaked by the water. She swiped up a fish and finished it off
Hailstrike plunged her paw into the freezing River, her thick fur soaked by the water. She swiped up a fish and finished it off
it / its
my tism. Too strong.
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Snakestar, Raincloud, and Petalfoot got ready to go to the gathering. They were all huddled in the leader’s den to escape the cold. The lean tom padded to the fresh-kill pile. He brought the females each a plump bird, and a mouse for himself. They ate quickly. Petalfoot excused herself and disappeared into her den momentarily. She returned with Raincloud’s strength herbs. Walking had become harder for the female since she became pregnant. It didn’t help that the colder temperatures made her joints achy.
Snakestar, Raincloud, and Petalfoot got ready to go to the gathering. They were all huddled in the leader’s den to escape the cold. The lean tom padded to the fresh-kill pile. He brought the females each a plump bird, and a mouse for himself. They ate quickly. Petalfoot excused herself and disappeared into her den momentarily. She returned with Raincloud’s strength herbs. Walking had become harder for the female since she became pregnant. It didn’t help that the colder temperatures made her joints achy.
The late night melodies danced in Birchpaws ears as he padded out of the med-cat den. Shortly followed by his Mentor, Owlsight. Who was doing a last check to make sure the herbs would be alright in their storage space. With lead-bare falling hard upon them. They had to be extra careful. He had just became an apprentice not to long ago, just early this morning in fact. He remembered he and his litter-mates tumbling out of the nursery. High spirited and playful. When they noticed the clan gather. All eyes on them. Their mother ushering them forward.
Since then, everything’s sort of changed. His litter-mates became a little distant, almost treating him with as much respect as they always treated owlsight with. He didn’t like the change, though he knew it came from the title and what his was training to be.
Now Robinstar was calling for the clan to gather and eat from the fresh kill pile before they trekked for the gathering. Birchpaw didn’t bother much. The fresh-kill pile after all was dwindling as the kills became sparcer with LeafBare. A cold breeze brushed through the toms fur. Sending a shiver down his spine. He wondered how the gathering would. Sitting up at the front with
Maplepaw was in the center of the clan. Rough-housing with his litter-mate, Sharkpaw. The broad, and massive shoulders of the young Tom, made him the perfect to be a warrior. Yet somehow he felt he was missing something, but what??Focused on the training he had just started a day ago. If he wasn’t taking food to the elders, he was training or chattering up a storm with sharkpaw.
Yet since he was just a little kit, he always felt like he didn’t belong. His pelt was like that of the birch tree core. Slightly Thicker fur and thicker frame. Made it harder for him to swim to catch fish. His eyes as bright as the orchids that danced in the spring. A dark grey swirl sat in the middle of his forehead, just above his eyes. His brother Sharkpaw, was a steel-blue grey with bright turquoise eyes, with a slender frame and thin coat built for swimming. He was always accepted though, and no one ever mentioned it. The stares often came from other clans, how could someone who looked so like a massive Birdclan or ThunderClan member. Be apart of the lithe riverclan?
As the riverclan members gathered around the clearing to get a small bite to eat. Since leaf-bare was upon them. Fishing had become harder, with the frigid water making any cat who fished at the edge of the water source. Shiver at the freezing weather. So the leader made the safest idea to trek all the way instead of swimming. The clan enjoyed their small bites of fresh-kill before heading out.
(Probably could’ve been way better or shorter...
Also the Sharkpaw mentioned. I haven’t made his character yet, working on a full design.
The late night melodies danced in Birchpaws ears as he padded out of the med-cat den. Shortly followed by his Mentor, Owlsight. Who was doing a last check to make sure the herbs would be alright in their storage space. With lead-bare falling hard upon them. They had to be extra careful. He had just became an apprentice not to long ago, just early this morning in fact. He remembered he and his litter-mates tumbling out of the nursery. High spirited and playful. When they noticed the clan gather. All eyes on them. Their mother ushering them forward.
Since then, everything’s sort of changed. His litter-mates became a little distant, almost treating him with as much respect as they always treated owlsight with. He didn’t like the change, though he knew it came from the title and what his was training to be.
Now Robinstar was calling for the clan to gather and eat from the fresh kill pile before they trekked for the gathering. Birchpaw didn’t bother much. The fresh-kill pile after all was dwindling as the kills became sparcer with LeafBare. A cold breeze brushed through the toms fur. Sending a shiver down his spine. He wondered how the gathering would. Sitting up at the front with
Maplepaw was in the center of the clan. Rough-housing with his litter-mate, Sharkpaw. The broad, and massive shoulders of the young Tom, made him the perfect to be a warrior. Yet somehow he felt he was missing something, but what??Focused on the training he had just started a day ago. If he wasn’t taking food to the elders, he was training or chattering up a storm with sharkpaw.
Yet since he was just a little kit, he always felt like he didn’t belong. His pelt was like that of the birch tree core. Slightly Thicker fur and thicker frame. Made it harder for him to swim to catch fish. His eyes as bright as the orchids that danced in the spring. A dark grey swirl sat in the middle of his forehead, just above his eyes. His brother Sharkpaw, was a steel-blue grey with bright turquoise eyes, with a slender frame and thin coat built for swimming. He was always accepted though, and no one ever mentioned it. The stares often came from other clans, how could someone who looked so like a massive Birdclan or ThunderClan member. Be apart of the lithe riverclan?
As the riverclan members gathered around the clearing to get a small bite to eat. Since leaf-bare was upon them. Fishing had become harder, with the frigid water making any cat who fished at the edge of the water source. Shiver at the freezing weather. So the leader made the safest idea to trek all the way instead of swimming. The clan enjoyed their small bites of fresh-kill before heading out.
(Probably could’ve been way better or shorter...
Also the Sharkpaw mentioned. I haven’t made his character yet, working on a full design.
