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Hey, working on a post now. Mind if Honeyflower jumps in to say a really affectionate hello to Briarstar? Figured it would be a nice way for me to jump into the RP.

No it's fine, believe me lol. Also, would it be okay if Tigerfur assigned and lead either a hunting patrol or border patrol? I figured it would be a good way to kickstart the rp.)

(aaah this might be a tad awkward; It is always a bit difficult for me to get started. Also I'm assuming Moonclan has more cats within it than simply four cats, soo NPCs?)

Honeyflower had risen early in the morning just before the sun had started to crawl towards the horizon. When he rose the tom made sure to carefully step, in order to not wake his denmates. He opted to head outside the camp to collect nesting material to repair the elder and queens' nests, so the cats within would have less difficulty sleeping; there was a storm coming, also. The cream tabby turned to watch the grey clouds, admiring the varying patterns among them. He didn't mind a light rainstorm; However, he did not want harm to come to his clan. His hazel eyes narrowed, and the tom became emboldened by this, as minuscule as his 'quest' was.

Although he wasn't the fastest cat in the clan, he sure felt like it. There existed a certain sense of completion and happiness that came with just running, and not thinking too hard. The landscape was a blur and the wind pressed his fur against his skin. His breath came in gasps, and Honeyflower found himself not caring about the fact. He didn't allow his mind to slip, to think about the approaching winter. Inevitably he would have to, either when hunting or just in conversation, but as of right now he was going to do what he could to aid his clan. The tom abruptly came to a stop at the mouth of the forest; Honeyflower gazed upwards for a moment at the trees that loomed high above his form. He didn't know why it made him stop and take a deep breath, but it always managed to. He pressed forward, picking up loose moss and feathers he could find along the way. The distant calls of various birds could be hear overhead, but the warrior could not discern their location. At once, it seemed that there were so many yet so few birds in the area. His cream tail twitched slightly, and he headed back toward the camp; Although, he was unsure if he felt remorse at not looking around for prey instead of nesting.

When he returned, the sun had climbed higher into the sky and the earth had warmed up slightly. Not that the difference was palpable. Honeyflower held his tail and head up high, both the picture of happiness and confidence at once. First, he slipped into the nursery, making sure to mind the queens already there. The tom nuzzled them, greeted them, removed the dirty nesting material, and replaced it. He made sure that they knew that they were appreciated, that they were more than just queens, more than just future mothers. They made the clan proud, every day. With this done, he moved to the elder's den, and repeated the same process. He gently asked about their day, about what they might need for tomorrow, and humored their stories. Some of them he had heard multiple times from the days when he was just Honeypaw, but they never ceased to amuse him.

When he removed himself, almost regrettably, from their presence the tom had noticed Briarstar heading back to her den, and watching the storm clouds for a moment; He followed her gaze, and narrowed his concerned eyes. Slowly, he made his way over to his leader and made sure to dip his head when he first spoke, "Briarstar," he mewed, and the affection was not lost in his tone. Perhaps if he were another cat this would hint at attraction, the tone was nothing more than Honeyflower's normal oration. The cream tabby pressed his head and shoulder to her side, purring quite loudly, "I have replaced the old nesting material in the Queens and Elders' dens, I thought they might like it especially considering the storm soon. Are you doing well? Do you want me to do anything?" The cat had completely missed the conversation Briarstar and creampaw had, but it never hurt to ask.

Hey Hawkclaw! Are you alright with your character going on a border patrol?)

Noticing that Maplesong was near the fresh-kill pile, Tigerfur veered over in the direction of the gray she-cat with a brisk tempo to her walk. Her tall and slender form allowed her to be light on her feet as she quietly passed the group of cats, not wanting to disrupt them from their conversations. With a quick flick of her tail, the deputy paused and greeted the quiet warrior with a single nod followed by kind, soft smile. "Hello, Maplesong." Tigerfur's forest green gaze were vivid with enthusiasm and her mature voice was soft and silky smooth. "I hope that you wouldn't mind going out on a border patrol with myself and Blazepaw here.. We could also do some hunting, if that's alright with you?" She knew that a storm would probably hit the territory, but hopefully they'd be back before it would get too bad. Besides -realistically- the island cats practically lived in the water so would a slight rain really effect them?

I'm going to have to go soon.. )

Observing that Maplesong had noticed the weather too, Tigerfur took a quick glance at the sky before returning her gaze on the other she-cat. "I'm glad and I hope you don't mind a little rain." Chuckling softly in half-hearted delight, she moved a few paw steps away and angled towards direction of the entrance. With a flick of her tail, the grey tabby beckoned for her two clanmates to follow.

Blazepaw looked up at the sky as he lazily moved along, seeming to pay more attention to the weather rather than where he was going. His fur could easily dry in 15 minutes and he loved playing in the rain so that wasn't the problem. However, his fear of lightning was stuck in his mind which lead him to pray that the patrol wouldn't take long.

[MC] As Badgerpaw finally approached camp, he heard a sudden commotion in the woods ahead of him. Tensing, he relaxed again when he recognized the voices of the two apprentices he'd been out with earlier, bickering with each other.

"Well I can't smell him either! Must be the coming storm, making everything damp. Of course, I wouldn't have to look for him if you hadn't lost him in the first place."

An indignant meow came from the other cat, who protested, "Like I'm his mentor?"

As much as the siblings annoyed him at times, causing him to want to strike out on his own, in a way he kind of envied their camaraderie. As much as they fought, it was never really serious, and they always seemed so... close. He shook himself. An independent cat like him shouldn't be so concerned with friends. Deciding to intervene, he called, "Relax, I'm right here," catching both of their attentions.

He was expecting to see the two apprentices, but he was not expecting to see Junipertail standing behind them. Thrown off balance for what had to be the hundredth time that day, he was saved from having to recover by the distant rumble of thunder. Had he really been so close to being out in the rain? One of the apprentices cut in with "Finally, let's go!", and Badgerpaw dropped back just enough on the way back that he could catch one of their ears without Junipertail overhearing. He gave the apprentice a meaningful look, hissing, "What's the deal?"

The cat avoided his gaze for a moment, then admitted, "We kind of, maybe... spoke a little too loudly about you disappearing in camp. And Briarstar might have overheard us..."

"You told Briarstar?!" he yelped, momentarily forgetting to keep his voice down. He glared at anything the apprentice might have to say in defense, opting to remain silent as they padded back into camp. He was sure he was about to receive an earful soon anyway.
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[SC] Cedarstep found it hard to settle on the ground for a while, her joints achier than usual. It wasn't too much longer after shifting her position that the telltale rumble in the distance confirmed her suspicions- the weather was taking a turn. She was far from retirement, but she was also no spring kit, and she often felt the effects of a storm long before the storm itself actually hit.

Speaking of the elders, she thought, figuring that they must be feeling an ache far worse than hers. Maybe she ought to pay them a visit, make sure they had dry bedding while she was still able to find anything dry. She padded across camp and into the elders' den, tolerating the long list of complaints one especially grumpy cat had with a patient smile, a list that ended with the cat complaining of an itch. She cautiously took a peek and, sure enough, a tick had found its way into old Crookedwhisker's pelt.

She excused herself promising she'd be back with some mouse bile. Hesitant to get between Morningpaw and Reedpaw, but not seeing any way around it without making Crookedwhisker wait, she approached the two apprentices.

"Hate to interrupt, but one of the elders has a tick. Morningpaw, would you mind fetching me some mouse bile?"

Lionflame || rped by *ShatteringStar* || Sunclan || Warrior || He's a large, muscular tom with thick golden fur that often catches the sun. His mane is voluminously thick and long and frames his large face nicely and his paws are very large. His dull green eyes have a darker green ring around the outside of the irises. || Lionflame is a very calm and majestic cat, portraying very strong and graceful qualities. He is wise and will take a long period of time to think things over in his thoughts. He has a light-hearted, witty, and kind personality and he loves telling stories to younger generations. His anger can arise if a cat has a rotten or rude attitude around him though. || Swimming from the mainland, which is where he was born, Lionflame came to Sunclan when he was about 7 moons of age. Since then, He enjoyed his apprenticeship and has never really thought about his past as a loner.

Bloodpetal || rped by *ShatteringStar* || Sunclan || Warrior || She is a dark ginger she-cat with deep crimson colored fur. Her body is lithe, slender, and strong, built for speed and flexibility and her fur is thick and medium in length. Her eyes are a bright green color with flecks of gold settling in their depths. || Bloodpetal's personality is very intense, fierce, and proud of her clan. She can be quite unpredictable in her words as she likes to speak her mind and she has a fiery temper to match her pelt. She almost never backs down from a challenge and loves to taunt and pick fights. Her better qualities is that she can be very fun, daring, and wild. She despises anyone who challenges Sunclan and her opinion of cats from kitty-pet origins is very poor since she thinks that they're too weak to be in a clan. || Bloodpetal was born into Sunclan and her parents are still around. Unfortunately, It is hard to tell who her father is since her mother had multiple mates.

⇹ Morningpaw gave a small shrug, reaching a delicate chocolate paw up to his muzzle so he could groom his face. “I’m supposed to be collecting herbs about now.” He mewed in reply. He didn’t want to rush into things with Reedpaw, even though he was desperate for some cats’ help, but he wasn’t even sure when her training was going to began. Just wait a while. You’ve got time. He had all day to collect those herbs. He would use the spare time to try and manipulate Reedpaw into helping him.
“So, what is it you have planned today? Hunting, fighting, er,” He felt like he was missing something but then again what did Morningpaw know, he was just a medicine cat in training. Though Reedpaw was pretty young, she was most likely just learning to hunt a mouse or something. He could hunt a few things. His mentor had taught him hunting when he was a younger apprentice, just for in case something happened. Fighting, that was a whole ‘nother story. Since his muscles were so soft, the brown and white apprentice wasn’t as good at defending himself. Though I doubt anything will ever attack me if I’m always here, cooped up and helping this useless, clumsy, mouse-brained- Morningpaw’s thoughts were interrupted as the older warrior, Cedarwhisker, padded up asking for mouse-bile.
“Sure.” He said, rising to his paws and padded back inside the medicine den. Despite how he felt for the warriors of his Clan, he still, somewhat, respected them and healed them when they needed it.
It didn’t take him long to grab a wad of moss and dip into the disgusting bile before him. Gingerly, he picked it up and padded back to the she-cat. “Here you are-” He said through the moss, his words slightly muffled, dropping the moss at her paws. “Remember to wash your paws off when finished.

(I'm sorry to hear that Rabbit, I hope everything turns out okay for you . And sorry for my inactivity, I had a really big science test and things got pretty hectic.)/strong]

I'm sorry to hear that too. At least you're doing better now though and hopefully it will stay that way.)

I dunno, maybe they'll be alright, I'm just really out of it rn so. }}

Like I said, I almost ended up going to the hospital at 4:00 this morning, don't worry about it for now. I'll add them later, I really have to get some rest ))

(Great, thanks--and Blazepaw sounds great! May I start RPing? What's going on now, generally?)