StormClan/Roleplay

It is currently *greenleaf* of Y1. StormClan has made their camp in a clearing surrounded by pine trees, with a clear view of the sky overhead. The camp is east of the conflux, where the two rivers meet in the western portion of the territory. The area is home to many forest animals which serve as prey, as well as the fish in the rivers. Many herbs are found around the conflux.
StormClan's main sources of prey are small land animals and fish. The most readily available food sources are fish, squirrels, shrews, and voles. Though rain in the area is infrequent, the herbs healers require to keep the Clan healthy are plentiful enough to maintain a decent supply. Some herbs do require watering using wet moss, though most are doing well on their own.

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Rainstar looked up from his squirrel as a patrol entered the camp. He let out a *ppprrroww* of acknowledgement as his successor, who had led the patrol, passed by. Foxfang dipped his head in response, continuing on his way to his den, located next to the leader's den. Rainstar swiped his tongue around his lips, cleaning the scraps of squirrel meat from his face, then rose to his paws. He followed Foxfang, wanting a report on the border patrol. Entering the den, Rainstar sat with his paws neatly tucked under him.

"Hello, Rainstar. I'm assuming you'd like the report, as usual?" Foxfang asked, settling into his nest, rolling onto his back with his long, fluffy tail hanging dangling over the nest's edge. Rainstar nodded, "If you would, before you nap, Foxfang," he purred, the low rumbling vibrating his chest. Foxfang snorted, rolling his eyes. "It can't wait an hour?!" The two toms laughed for a moment, then Foxfang rolled to his stomach. "Nothing to report other than a pine down across the far eastern river. Borders were perfect, as usual. Now, can I sleep?" Foxfang asked, a playful beg in his voice. Rainstar nodded. "Sorry to bother you, O Great Deity of Sleep," he meowed, ducking out of the den to let his successor take a well earned rest. — nervousbreakdance 19:43, 08/16/2017
Hawkfang walked into camp, leading a small hunting party. He held a large hare between his jaws, allowing the massive piece of prey to graze the ground while he walked. The other cats were successful too, with squirrels and mice, but the hare could easily feed multiple cats. Puffing out his chest a bit, and casting a swooping glace around the camp, Hawkfang marched to the fresh-kill pile and left the hare on top for others to see. Yarrowstorm followed Hawkfang, with a dove. He left it at the foot of the pile, casting an envious glance at the tabby.
Mottledflower swept her red tail around her kittens and coaxed them outside right as her brother entered camp. Conekit and Berrykit stumbled around each other, dashing ahead of their mother. The two skidded to a stop in front of Hawkfang, who had been heading towards them. He let out a disgruntled hiss, the the two kits scampered away, allowing Hawkfang to approach his sister.
Mottledflower flattened her ears, sitting up as the tabby approached her. "They keep getting bigger," he acknowledged with a flat voice.
"Well, yes, that's what kits tend to do," Mottledflower chirped.
Hawkfang snorted, shaking her comment off. "Yes, I know that, but they're old enough they should know who their father is. You may start by telling me," he demanded. Mottledflower shook her head, letting out a soft hiss, and Hawkfang hissed back, before standing and starting to walk away. "You can't keep it a secret forever, Mottledflower!"
Mottledflower wrapped her tail around her paws, now cross. Yes, she had had an affair with a cat from another clan-or was he a loner? She didn't know. But it had been ages ago, and out-of-clan relationships weren't an awfully big deal in StormClan, especially since she had custody of the kits. However, her brother was mean, arrogant, and spiteful. If he found out about her kits' true parentage, he would get rid of them somehow. If she was larger and more powerful, she'd feel fine about having to protect them, but that wasn't the case. The tortoiseshell sighed softly, and slumped a little bit as she watched her kits play. —Leggy 22:43, August 16, 2017 (UTC)
Spotting Hawkfang, one of the warriors he had chosen to compete for successor, Rainstar made his way over to the tabby and white tom. "Excellent catch, Hawkfang. I'm sure it'll be a wonderful feast for the group who chooses it!" he praised, still making efforts to let the tom know that he was one of the most valuable warriors he had. He didn't expect a reply from Hawkfang, which was fine. The tom had been quite put out when Foxfang had been chosen by the Deities to succeed Rainstar.
The leader watched the warrior walk away for a moment more, then turned to watch Mottledflower's kits. Conekit and Berrykit were soon to be apprentices; it's time he put some thought into assigning mentors. Maybe he could take one of them on? He hadn't mentored an apprentice in ages. He continued walking over to Mottledflower, thinking that she'd have an opinion on mentors for her two kits.
"Hello, Mottledflower," he greeted, dipping his head to the queen. He flicked an ear, sensing she was unsettled by some thought. "Everything alright?" he asked, tilting his head sideways. The tabby followed her gaze to her kits. "Have they gotten into trouble?" He didn't think the young cats would go looking for trouble so close to apprenticeship, but he'd never had kits of his own, so the youngest members of the Clan always surprised him with their actions. — nervousbreakdance 23:39, 08/16/2017
Hawkfang glanced up as he heard his name, and turned to see who spoke. When he saw it was Rainstar, the tabby simply lashed his tail. "Thank you, Rainstar," he grumbled, hoping to not show too much enthusiasm. Before the leader could continue the conversation, Hawkfang walked out of camp, to go calm down.
Mottledflower was surprised by Rainstar's approach, and jumped to her feet. "Oh, hi Rainstar!" she chirped, quickly sitting down and trying to smooth out her fur. "Oh, yes, everything is fine. And oh no! They're perfect kits," she replied quickly, glancing back out at her kits, who were scampering towards the apprentices' den. "I'm just a little tired, that's all, but they're almost six moons old, so hopefully I'll be back in the warrior's den in no time." She glanced back at the leader, giving him a quick look up and down. She was surprised by the attention, but she certainly didn't mind it. "And how have you been?" —Leggy 01:23, August 17, 2017 (UTC)
Rainstar purred. "I've been well, Mottledflower. And yes, you'll be back to warrior duties in no time. In fact, I was just thinking that Conekit and Berrykit were almost ready to be apprenticed. I was wondering if you had any preferences for mentors?" the tabby asked, allowing his gaze to wander to her paws, then back to her face. The two hadn't spoken much, and the leader wondered why. She was nice, gentle, and beautiful, a polar opposite from her brother, Hawkfang, who was blunt, more assertive, and had a grizzled appearance. — nervousbreakdance 18:47, 08/17/2017
Mottledflower nodded. "I sure hope to be, although raising these two wasn't too bad afterall. And actually, I was wondering if you could mentor Conekit? I know that's a big request, but it would mean a lot to me," she meowed gently, gesturing to her kits, who were now wrestling in the middle of camp. "He's large for his age and I'd rather be sure he uses his powers for good, you know?" she joked, shrugging her shoulders a little as she snickered. "As for Berrykit, anybody but my brother. I don't want her to be mentored by family, if that's alright." *There. A discreet way to avoid having Hawkfang near them.* —Leggy 17:36, September 3, 2017 (UTC)