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a smaller, tri-color tom with very fluffy fur. his pelt is full of greys, browns, golds, and white, and he has blue eyes. purrks ; none yet | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | questioning gender/sexuality
⤷ crowpaw doesn't remember who had found him at the border, but now he was back at camp, finally. the few moons he had spent with the twolegs were filled with dreams of returning here, and now that he was back..? stars, it finally felt like home. his legs nearly buckled under him, and crowpaw mewled pitifully for his family. ' dad-? gracks, eges? 'm back, where are you..? ' oh dear, did they go missing too, like him? he hadn't scented them when he was grabbed by the twoleg thing, but.. crowpaw crumpled to the ground, face screwing up, about to start crying.
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❝ never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted
just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect ❞
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he/him | 10 moons | Windclan “for your information I do bite, take that as a warning 'n stay out of my space” |[41 / 100]|
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The sky was dull and grey, hiding the sun behind large clouds that stretched all across the sky. A light rain fell down upon the clan discouraging most from sitting in the clearing and instead choosing to stay inside their respective dens. However this speckled apprentice didn't seem to care- well not really. The rain was exactly something he liked, his fur was damp and some areas of the clearing had become muddy. However that didn't deter Jaggedpaw. No no. He had a job to do…well it wasn't exactly anything he had to do.
He was waiting for something to happen which in itself sounded kind of sad. He was currently mentorless, a problem he would have to solve soon and he hadn't been put on any recent patrols. He needed to finish his training as quickly as possible so he could get his punishment over with before his siblings were even close to finishing their training. That way he could become a warrior alongside them. Pale green eyes scanned the clearing for a target but of course they didn't find anyone he was really looking for. Those being his siblings. He had seen frostie in action recently though he'd seen his twin around, frostie had become less active. Gnawingpaw and Straws seemed a bit off too. He didn't know what was going on there but he assumed it had to do with well…yeah.
He supposed he should just return to the apprentice den and get out of the rain but then again he'd been hearing talk about him occasionally. Mostly about his fight with cardinalpaw. He bet that annoying name stealer had been spreading rumours about him. Could he not be any pettier.
Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 61 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes] Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1 Header by @/wingnettle
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Littlepaw - @SuspiciousMindz ] [Dreamlight - @Moonraven ] [Vinesmoke - @Tallstar ] [Moorsong - @Mr_Possessive ] [Crowtooth - @Rani ]
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The Galewood's shadow was long and dark over camp when Hawkfur and his patrol returned, wool and mice bundled in their mouths, and all of them in one piece. Hawkfur padded to Crowtooth, letting his wool drift to the ground gently. "We took a look at the large two-leg structure. We also found cats there." His tail lashed once before he forced it to still. "Roughly ten or so, if they were telling the truth. They were... surprisingly hospitable. As hospitable as someone can be squatting on our land." He sighed, plopping down and gesturing for the others to stick around in case they had something to add. "The structure is called a 'barn'. This is wool and it comes from the white creatures dotting the fields near the barn. They're 'sheep'. They also have 'horses', but apparently they're testy if you get too close. They have a dog named 'Lassie', and he's friendly to cats." Hawkfur looked a little distraught at the thought. A friendly dog? Impossible! "We saw two cats playing with him when we arrived."
Hawkfur then looked back at his patrol. "Me, Vinesmoke and Moorsong talked with the cats, who were surprisingly--" everything was surprisingly, honestly, "--forthcoming with what they knew. Dreamlight and Littlepaw hunted in the barn with two of the barn cats. As you can see, it's chock full of prey. Mates," he addressed the pair, "tell Crowtooth about the barn and hunting, if you can. You two add whatever you think of." He mewed to Vinesmoke and Moorsong. Had he reported everything? He thought so?
Dreamheart didn't actually exist here, instead sleeping away her pain in the Medicine Cat Den, pale blue/grey fur rising and falling with her breaths, and no longer stained with blood.
Ferncurl watched her kits, golden pelt glimmering in the sunlight, smiling, bright green eyes the shade of ferns shining with happiness, watching the eight new arrivals grow and play.
Tigerkit sat in the center of the clearing, stubbornly attempting to gnaw on a fish even though she was only a few weeks old, dark brown pelt ruffling in the breeze, golden and black marks glinting.
Daykit slumbered by his mother's side, permanently tired, as usual, and the pale orange chimera, striped with blue/grey tabby markings and gold freckles, had his grey/green eyes shut tight against the sun.
Whiterabbit had been putting off dealing with whatever Cardinalpaw had gone and gotten himself into ever since first hearing some of the rumors blowing around about it, but catching sight of Jaggedpaw's big ol' black ears reminds her that she has an obligation to say something. Let it be known: Whiterabbit does not really care about these things. What she does care about, however, is her pride—and if her apprentice is going around getting into fights...the optics are not good.
She hasn't gotten the specifics from Cardinalpaw, yet, but there's already a lecture brewing somewhere in her about it. Sort of. Stars, she's just not the lecturing type, but maybe it has to happen. First thing's first, though. Get Jaggedpaw's end of things. It's not her job to determine whatever discipline he gets dealt (frankly, that's probably already been done), but she figures she can at least hit him with a quick chat and maybe a look of disapproval before she goes and sorts out her own apprentice.
"Heeeeyyy, Jaggedpaw, you doing alright?" Why the kid's sitting out here getting rained on is completely beyond her, but it is what it is. She shakes, doglike, and saunters in close to sit and smile and stare. It is time to emulate someone forthright and upstanding. "I heard somethin' pretty nasty went down between you and Cardinalpaw. I haven't spoken to him about it yet but believe me, I intend to. Before all that, is there anything you'd like me to know about the situation?"
a smaller, tri-color tom with very fluffy fur. his pelt is full of greys, browns, golds, and white, and he has blue eyes. purrks ; none yet | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | questioning gender/sexuality
⤷ crowpaw doesn't remember who had found him at the border, but now he was back at camp, finally. the few moons he had spent with the twolegs were filled with dreams of returning here, and now that he was back..? stars, it finally felt like home. his legs nearly buckled under him, and crowpaw mewled pitifully for his family. ' dad-? gracks, eges? 'm back, where are you..? ' oh dear, did they go missing too, like him? he hadn't scented them when he was grabbed by the twoleg thing, but.. crowpaw crumpled to the ground, face screwing up, about to start crying.
── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──
❝ never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted
just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect ❞
Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 62 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes] Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1 Header by @/wingnettle
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Gracklepaw - @squidz ] [Egretpaw - @versailles ]
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Hawkfur's russet stripes stuck up everywhere, rustled by the brisk moor winds he'd run against on his race around the territory. It wasn't the same without his mate or his sister, but Hawkfur hadn't yet worked up the courage to ask his kids to join him on a run. What if they didn't want to? Or didn't like it? Or couldn't keep up? He might actually disintegrate into dust.
So for now, he raced the ghosts of his past (in a non-edgy way, he repeatedly insisted to himself so he didn't feel like an overgrown teenager) over the hills. It was considerably more dangerous with the traps, but now that he knew what they looked like, he was able to avoid them. That was, if he actually encountered any. It seemed where he raced, the twolegs hadn't bothered to place any. That you've noticed. His head supplied helpfully.
Shaking the thoughts like cobwebs from his pelt, Hawkfur slipped into camp ready for a nice nap in the sun.
He barely made it two pawsteps before the ground gave way beneath him. There, in the center of the clearing, was a grey and red bundle of fur weeping quietly into the sand. His heart pounded. His eyes stung.
It was a joke. A cruel trick, a vision sent by StarClan or the Dark Forest and his horrid father to mess with him. That wasn't his son. It couldn't be.
Hawkfur stumbled forward a step, the scent of his son washing over him. Harsher, different, but still with the underlying sweetness he'd had since birth. Like berries crushed into dirt, or sun-warmed wild blueberries. He was choking on it, a strangled noise coming from his parted jaws.
Then he was upon him. Hawkfur's lean legs stretched to close the distance between them and he was hooking his paws around his son's form and drawing him close, practically wailing into his fur. "You're alive, you're alive, you're alive--" he hiccuped, rasping his tongue over Crowpaw's face and ears, his shoulders, down his spine and over his flank. He was here, he could feel him, touch him, hold him against his chest and never ever let him go again.
⋆⁺‧₊☽The Wind’s Lament☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Moorsong-☆
[She/Her]
{20 Moons}
~Straight~
"You drew stars around my scars"
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Moorsong listened in as Hawkfur gave the report of the patrol. It didn't seem to her like he was missing anything. The cats had been rather hospitable, and despite worry and distrust from both sides, nothing had broken out between them. "The barn cats were very kind. The tension was there, but that was to be expected with a group of cats encroaching on what they consider to be their home," the small queen mewed quietly.
Vinesmoke
16 Moons
He/Him
Tunneler
Vinesmoke trailed after his group still thinking over the strange words the barn cats had said specifically the word “boat” hmm twolegs were strange creatures especially the nice one they described he didn’t believe twolegs could be friendly but maybe just maybe like the dog they weren’t as harmful. Once Hawkfur and Moorsong gave their report he nodded they had covered most of everything of course he would have to add a small something more so a wish than anything “They were pretty friendly though they seem very friendly with the twolegs or nofurs as they call them..one of them” what was her name..ah yes! “Candycane offeed to show us the animals it may be worth it to make sure we know how to be around them safely”
Littlepaw would trek into the camp with the patrol, her neck was SORE from hauling around mice. She'd make sure the deputy saw how many she had before dropping them in the prey pile and trotting back to catch the tail end of the conversation. OH! She got to talk this time! OH EXCITING!
"Ta huntin' was SO good! There were enough mice ta feed ta whole clan fer a season in there. Could be good farmin' if we don't overhunt 'em! Food fer ta whole leaf-bare!" Littlepaw spoke, letting her mind run rampant with the thoughts she'd had along the way. "Ta cats were very kinda 'n jus offered us some mice, too. O'course, we hunted ours, but thay did offer," Littlepaw spoke, fluffing out her chest with pride.
She'd glance in Dreamlight's direction, curious if she had anything else to offer. Everyone had basically covered the majority of the patrol information.
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