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The blue gray tabby made his way to the leader's den, poking his head in. He had once always went to the leaders den and comfortably set himself on the floodstone during a meeting with furbs. But now she was gone. The one-eyed cat took a deep breath before speaking. "Owltalon? Or star, whatever. I needa talk to ya," Rainpaw said, sitting in the entry to the leaders den. "I heard around there was already a Rainpaw when I returned, but I was also thinking of changing my name. I'm trying to get over my fears, so I want to request my new name.
I would like to be called Floodpaw, if you are alright with that," the small tabby said, swishing his half-tail. Despite how much he hated water, he would need to learn to cope at some point, especially after over ten moons.
Haha! Seemed like everycat was iffy with names for her today. "Owlstar." She corrected, giving the outside of her den a quick glance. She recognized their voice, faintly. "Y' can come in, chap." She ordered, absentmindedly kneading at her mossbed. It was bare and without trinkets, much like her older mossbed in the warriors den. Hm... That was something she still had to work on.
"Name change, yeah?" The tabby spoke, lifting her one-eyed gaze to the old apprentice. She didn't mind the name, nothing compared to some of the odder ones she heard. "'Course chap. I'll announce yer new name at the next meetin'. Til then, yer free ta tell whoever ya want, I don't really mind." She gave a loose shrug of her shoulders.
"Yer free ta go." She couldn't imagine he had anything else to say.
As Streampaw laid down for her first night in the apprentice den she wondered how she will ever become a warrior with her one blind eye. " Streampaw, what's wrong? " mewed Willowpaw through half closed eyes " Do you think I can ever become a warrior with my blind eye? " she asked " Of course you can! Now get some sleep, we have the dawn patrol tommtorow. " Willowpaw mewed " We also don't want to wake Ripplepaw or Troutpaw. " Streampaw mewed " Goodnight " she said " Goodnight " muttered her sister who was already half asleep.
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 55 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]
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Well, it'd been a little while after Stormstar's passing. While it still didn't feel real, life had gone on, and Stagheart hoped he had allowed the newly-named Owlstar enough time to settle into things. He'd seen other warriors popping into her den, but had wanted to wait a bit. Still, this was a more urgent matter, considering the delay that'd already been in place regarding Daisypaw's training — so he figured now was as good a time as any to see how the new leader might want to continue things for the young she-cat. He wasn't quite sure how much Owlstar already knew about the situation, but he'd explain all he could; Stormstar had begrudgingly let Daisypaw stay in the Clan so long as she could keep getting progressively stronger. Berryshine had said things were looking that way, so as long as she thought so... he felt confident enough to try and start up training again. At least, with his leader's discretion, of course.
The battle-scarred tom padded up to the entrance of the leader's den, pausing at the lichen curtain. Last time he'd been in here, it'd been right after Stormstar had gotten her new name. His tail twitched as he cleared his throat and shuffled his large paws, making his presence known a moment before he spoke.
"Hey, uh, Owlstar... can I talk to ya for a moment?" His gruff voice was as polite as it could be, ears pricked for her reply and waiting to enter until he got a signal.
He quickly made his way from his standing in the clearing over to OwlStars den. “OwlStar, may I enter?” he called from outside. Upon permission being granted, the ex-Lionheart stepped inside with a respectful dip of his head. He didn’t expect to be back in here soon. “Gotta situation in the clearing to inform ya abou’, so ya can use yer best judgment n’ all.” he decided that was a good start, before he went on. “I was in the clearin’ when I heard some ruckus n’ decided t’ go check out whatever was happenin’. I’ was a warrior n’ an apprentice, TroutClaw n’ SwallowPaw.” … “I think the apprentice bumped int’ him or the other way around, but she seemed t’ get aggressive. She was arguin’ with the warrior, being quite harsh for no reason n’…” yeah…he hated this part. “The warrior didn’ try t’ correct her or anythin’…he was teasin’ her about it n’ he winked at her n all…it didn’t sit right with me so I started t’ head over t’ check it out.” he explained. “Just as I neared the apprentice pounced on the warrior. I had t’ drag her off if him, RedSurge came over as well n’ is keepin’ an eye on them righ’ now.
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Fluffy albino she-cat with pale eyes
She/Her | 2 Moons | RiverClan Kit | The Gentle Hoper
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Uuauw. She wasn't sure how she ended up in the Leader's Den, but she did! Whoops! But now that she was here... What should she do? The kit squinted, trying to make out whatever was lurking inside the den, but failed. Ah, poo. Her eyesight was getting worse by the day. So instead she resorted to walking deeper into the den, which was pretty big! Wowww. Hopefully she didn't die in here! That would be very very baaaad.
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a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur. purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector, dreamwalker | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3
' hey, owls? ' cobwebstorm poked her head into the leader's den, the pain from being injured in her dream earlier still pulsing in her veins, even though it hadn't carried over into the real world. she had checked, extensively.
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" the moon will sing a song for me
( i loved you like the sun ) "
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very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 55 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]
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Well, it'd been a little while after Stormstar's passing. While it still didn't feel real, life had gone on, and Stagheart hoped he had allowed the newly-named Owlstar enough time to settle into things. He'd seen other warriors popping into her den, but had wanted to wait a bit. Still, this was a more urgent matter, considering the delay that'd already been in place regarding Daisypaw's training — so he figured now was as good a time as any to see how the new leader might want to continue things for the young she-cat. He wasn't quite sure how much Owlstar already knew about the situation, but he'd explain all he could; Stormstar had begrudgingly let Daisypaw stay in the Clan so long as she could keep getting progressively stronger. Berryshine had said things were looking that way, so as long as she thought so... he felt confident enough to try and start up training again. At least, with his leader's discretion, of course.
The battle-scarred tom padded up to the entrance of the leader's den, pausing at the lichen curtain. Last time he'd been in here, it'd been right after Stormstar had gotten her new name. His tail twitched as he cleared his throat and shuffled his large paws, making his presence known a moment before he spoke.
"Hey, uh, Owlstar... can I talk to ya for a moment?" His gruff voice was as polite as it could be, ears pricked for her reply and waiting to enter until he got a signal.
Silhouettes obscured behind lichen, yet Owlstar could make up the general shape of Stagheart, if his voice wasn't confirmation enough. The leader was stirred awake from a farther light sleep, her good amber eye sliding open. Well, she could say bye-bye to sleep apparently.
The leader lifted herself from her bare den (stars above, she really needed to decorate this place. It didn't feel like a den... It felt like a casket) and turned her head towards the entrance, furred ears perking. "C'mon in, chap. What's eatin' ya?"
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Fluffy albino she-cat with pale eyes
She/Her | 2 Moons | RiverClan Kit | The Gentle Hoper
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Uuauw. She wasn't sure how she ended up in the Leader's Den, but she did! Whoops! But now that she was here... What should she do? The kit squinted, trying to make out whatever was lurking inside the den, but failed. Ah, poo. Her eyesight was getting worse by the day. So instead she resorted to walking deeper into the den, which was pretty big! Wowww. Hopefully she didn't die in here! That would be very very baaaad.
It was a fact, just by looking at her anycat could probably tell. But she had the nose of any good cat, and she knew the warm scent of the nursery like a second pelt. A kit. A kit was in her den, and it seemed they didn't even know it. Wow that was... Kind of concerning?
Not only that, as she looked at the small flurry of fluff, she noticed how oddly transparent her eyes looked, somewhat red and also violet? They almost looked glassy as well, like they weren't even real. And they were abnormally white with an odd red undertone. Owlstar had seen an albino squirrel before, she believed Wisteriawren had caught one. Was this kit an albino?
Also, who's kit was this? Oh, she was about to give somecat a stern talking to if they weren't looking after their kits, just letting them wander aimlessly (Owlstar was just being dramatic... Hopefully). Thank the stars they ended up here. "Aye hun, I think ya ended up a good few fox lengths away from yer kin." The leader teased. "Don't suppose ya 'ave somethin' ta tell me? I'm Owlstar by the way, nice ta meet cha."
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she / they . 20 moons . riverclan medicine cat
a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur. purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector, dreamwalker | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3
' hey, owls? ' cobwebstorm poked her head into the leader's den, the pain from being injured in her dream earlier still pulsing in her veins, even though it hadn't carried over into the real world. she had checked, extensively.
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" the moon will sing a song for me
( i loved you like the sun ) "
`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\49 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
Owlstar's gaze followed the voice of the medicine cat, her head snapping into place as the herbalist got her attention. "Aye mate, whatcha doin' outside? C'mon in, it's been gettin' pretty bad out there." She gestured inside with a nod of her head.
The leader then laid down in a loaf, but the tensing of her muscles was hard to miss. The sting from her injuries only got worse in leaf-bare, and she couldn't shake the urge to scratch at her scars. So, she restrained herself, paws burried beneath mountains of fluff.
a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur. purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector, dreamwalker | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3
cobwebstorm fights the urge to run and hide before stepping into owlstar's den, an easy grin breaking out on her face as she meets the leader's gaze. ' cold as hell out now, huh? ' her voice was hoarse (overuse, smoke inhalation, and screaming will do that to you), and she tentatively laid down next to owlstar, still smiling. ' i- something happened. ' she starts, eyes darting around the den and locating the nearest exit.. just in case owlstar got mad.
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
" the moon will sing a song for me
( i loved you like the sun ) "
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a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur. purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector, dreamwalker | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3
cobwebstorm fights the urge to run and hide before stepping into owlstar's den, an easy grin breaking out on her face as she meets the leader's gaze. ' cold as hell out now, huh? ' her voice was hoarse (overuse, smoke inhalation, and screaming will do that to you), and she tentatively laid down next to owlstar, still smiling. ' i- something happened. ' she starts, eyes darting around the den and locating the nearest exit.. just in case owlstar got mad.
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" the moon will sing a song for me
( i loved you like the sun ) "
`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\49 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
Cobwebstorm was always anxious, that just seemed to be in her nature. But this, this was different. The leader squared her shoulders and perked up a bit, taking note of how the medic seemed to be looking around for something. An exit. Owlstar realized, her brows knitting together.
"What happened? Ya sound like ya just swallowed saltwater n' coughed up a crab." Owlstar commented, her expression hardening despite the somewhat comical words her sentence contained.
a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur. purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector, dreamwalker | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3
cobwebstorm stifled a giggle at owlstar's words, typically bunched-up shoulders softening. just a bit. ' i was dreamin'. don't do that much lately. sleep's.. not easy. ' her eyes flashed, fear and pain and sorrow all at once. ' 'n somehow.. accidentally brought bumblestar into my dream. i didn' mean to, and i don't know how she got there. i thought dreams were meant to be peaceful.. ' cobwebstorm trailed off, tensing back up. ready to run, ready to defend herself. ready to curl into a ball and hide if owlstar decided to attack.
' i stayed peaceful. ' she said softly, remembering the agony of her ear being ripped off and the pure fear and pain of the fire lapping at her paws. ' never took my claws out, not once. bumble.. wasn't so kind. '
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" the moon will sing a song for me
( i loved you like the sun ) "
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