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Days later, Stormstar made a slow yet steady recovery, causing Horsestorm to grow concerned. Her parents were aging, albeit not as ancient as elders, but definitely nearing their seniorhood. To make matters worse, their deputy wasn't exactly young and spry. She feared a power struggle on the horizon, if her Clan was to lose both their deputy and leader. But that wasn't all: war was on the horizon. Horsestorm could practically taste it. And she knew well that some were only lusting after it. 16:39, August 11, 2018 (UTC)
Crowclaw crouched outside of camp, his golden eyes on a mouse that scuttled across the leaves. The taste of tension and war on the horizon had all of FlameClan on alert. He knew very well that they'd need the food to be able to train and fight. He darted forward to let his giant paw land on the pale brown mouse; not too mention, winter was coming. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 04:31, September 26, 2018 (UTC)
Talonfang knew the war was coming soon. She spent most of her time outside of camp, pacing around the perimeter, scanning for danger. She wasn't keen on being in camp anyway. Under Reedtail's condescending gaze. Praising the brat, Creekfrost. He's terrified of fighting. He fails at hunting. I'm everything he's not. Why has she always favored him over me?
Creekfrost was outside of camp by a pond, gathering moss. He was anxious about the war... Tensions were sky high in camp and he couldn't bear it. He had to stay away from his Clanmates, but he had to help prepare too. They would need moss for extra bedding, and bracken and brambles for strengthening dens. 04:42, September 26, 2018 (UTC)
Aldercloud found her way out of camp, anxiety prickling over her pelt. She let her paws drag her through the territory until she scented Creekfrost; her ears pricked as his scent became more clearer.
Crowclow stood over the mouse, a look of disdain at the tiny rodent. This wouldn't be enough, not nearly. The black warrior gave a heavy sigh and pick up the dainty pile of flesh.
Reedtail sat in camp, her gaze on her own litter, her pale amber eyes were dark as she watched them. Targaryen Fire and blood. 04:59, September 26, 2018 (UTC) 
Creekfrost's ears twitched when he heard the quietest brush of paw steps over drying grass. He turned his head, spotting Aldercloud not far away. A tiny shy grin appeared on his face and his heart fluttered. "Uh, hi Aldercloud."
Talonfang continued to pace. She stopped, noticing Crowclaw not far away, with a mouse. "How is the prey running?" she called to him. She was curious if the prey could sense the threat in the air, perhaps deciding to move away.
Whitepaw and Wisppaw made a racket, practicing battles moves in camp. "I can
't wait to fight!" Whitepaw panted as he barreled into Wisppaw's flank. Wisppaw let out a squeak as the breath was knocked out of her, but quickly regained herself, flipping over and kicking Whitepaw in the chest, sending him flying away from her. He just missed crashing into the nursery. He trotted back to her, circling. "If we can avoid fighting, I think that would be better," Wisppaw said thoughtfully. Whitepaw gave her a surprised look. "You don't want to fight?"
As she searched for words, Whitepaw's impatience got the best of him. He charged at Wisppaw, shoving her into the wall of the medicine den. 14:20, September 26, 2018 (UTC)
Crowfrost, from within the medicine den, let out a groan as he heard the walls bend. "Hey, stay out of here, would you? I'm preparing something for Streamwing - and it certainly won't be pleasant if she's upset at you all." -- On the mention of poor Streamwing... she'd been feeling less and less herself each day, and she cast a sad glance at Frozenstream. -- Ashkit, from beside his adoptive father, glanced around the camp, still shocked by everything. Copperpaw still watched him with interest in her eyes, while Yarrowwhisker slipped out of camp. Maybe she'd see someone she knew...? --
22:59, September 26, 2018 (UTC)
"Shay otta ear, n'im prerarring nomthing or neamwing," Whitepaw's face twisted as he put on a high-pitched mocking voice. He busted out laughing and hopped away before he could be scolded.
Wisppaw poked her head into the medicine den, guilt prickling her pelt. "Uh, sorry about that, Crowfrost. We didn't mean to bump into the den... and uh, I don't think Whitepaw meant that," she fumbled. "Um, do you need help with anything?" She peered at the herbs he was preparing for Streamwing, then gazed around at the herb store in awe. There's so many! And it smells nice in here. 00:11, September 27, 2018 (UTC)
Aldercloud was silent for a moment. "Hey, how are you..?" The warrior asked. She knew that his father had passed recently; Reedtail had even retired to the Elders den; her attitude towards Talonfang even seemed harsher.
Crowclaw glanced up, setting the mouse down. "Scarce, nearly starved. The season of leaf-bare doesn't help." He said. Targaryen Fire and blood. 02:59, September 27, 2018 (UTC) 
Orchidbloom rest on her side in the nursery, observing her son, Weaselkit. The little tomkit made her miss Thunderblaze and all the good times they had together, to the point where it almost made rearing the kit up painful. But he brought her a lot of joy, too. A few times, he even slipped into the Medicine Cat den to pick "flowers". Unfortunately, he didn't realize that these were herbs, not flowers. But it was an adorable gesture, nonetheless. 03:17, September 27, 2018 (UTC)
"Eh," Creekfrost shrugged. "I'm all right... mostly worried about the war..."
Talonfang snorted. "Of course." Everything had to get started up in leafbare, didn't it? She sighed. "I'm going to hunt. The Clan needs as much prey as it can get." 01:43, September 28, 2018 (UTC)
Aldercloud dipped her head. "The war will be hard but life does still go on." She said. Although she feared they just might loose a leader or deputy with it.
Crowclaw watched the mottled warrior. "If you don't mind you can tag along with me. Thus measly mouse won't feed all of them." Targaryen Fire and blood. 09:29, September 28, 2018 (UTC) 
As Yarrowwhisker headed out obviously not heading towards the ScorchClan border, Ashkit slipped away from his adopted father to go over to Copperpaw. "H-h-hi, I'm A-Ashkit." She smiled at him. "Hey, I guess. Copperpaw." --
01:03, September 30, 2018 (UTC)
Blazefire, Otterstrike, Flyheart, Lionfire, and Brightwhisker existed. #ohwhatabeautifulmorning 22:32, September 30, 2018 (UTC)
Creekfrost nodded brightly. "It does..." his faced turned back to grim. "It's just... who will we lose?" What if you die?
Talonfang hesitated. She liked hunting alone rather than with others. But then again, extra paws would be useful. She dipped her head to him. "Sounds good." 01:51, October 1, 2018 (UTC)
Copperpaw. Nice name, I guess. "So, Ashkit, where'd you come from?" He froze up at this statement - should he tell her the truth, or lie about his family, like Juniperstream was? "I-I-I'm my father's son. Juniperstream is my father." -- Copperpaw noticed the kit's stammering but didn't say anything about it. "Odd. I've never seen him interested in she-cats - although I'm sure you were born here, in our territory." -- Yarrowwhisker approached the river on the border, flopping down next to it and dipping a paw into the rushing water. -- 00:17, October 2, 2018 (UTC)
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