Every Thorn has it's Rose[OPEN]

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stonetooth
Oneclan
Apr 27, 2020 21:44:19 GMT
A heavy humidity clung to the air that morning, weighing down on the hides of the clan cats. It left a grey mist on the on the world around them. Or at least on one in particular, but that wasn't exactly out of the ordinary for this one such tom. Heavy paws pressed into the familiar sodden ground of the camp. A squirrel dangled lifeless from his jaws, but the look on his face didn't match his posture. He stood tall, only adding to his already impressive height. Shoulder's back, ears perched high. There was a look of regal pride in his body language, but it didn't quite meet his own face. His face was relaxed, almost bored looking. Drooping eyes more exhausted he would choose to let on. Whether that was from a rough morning of hunting that didn't seem to produce much prey,merely a lack of sleep, or something else entirely wasn't evident.

Dropping his catch on the pile, he let his attention drift to the camp around him, noting the assortment of felines around him. It was a time of peace, the clans all united in one, but something about all this peace left an uneasy feeling in his gut and surely others felt the same? Many of these cats were there in the time of war. They'd been at one another's throats at one time or another, but not? Now they share the same food, the same dens, everything. Something about it all just felt like a false utopia. Stonetooth couldn't help but feel it'll crumble with time.

Slowly padding away from the pile, her lazily let his eyes drift, lost in his own thoughts for the time as he searched for a spot that didn't seem too infested with traffic from the rest of the clan, but te more he looked, the more he realized there wasn't such a spot. Letting out a heavy sigh, Stonetooth could only really resign himself to talking to some of the others which wasn't the end of the world he made it out to be on the inside.

PEBBLES
27 Moons
Male
He/Him
Bi
Warrior
None
Bane
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Berrychirp
Oneclan
Apr 28, 2020 4:39:44 GMT
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BERRYCHIRP


So innocent and naive oops


Berrychirp's kits may be the light of her life, the best thing to have ever happened to her...but in truth, at times they were truly exhausting. The boundless energy of her own two precious golden bundles, paired with the stoic unpredictability of Adderkit and the tense little firebrand that was Strikekit...it was tiresome to keep everything going smoothly sometimes, and even the most loving and enthusiastic mother needed her rest from time to time. So, while Berrychirp had been reluctant to leave the four in the poor blind queen's care, she had relented to Cherrybloom's insistence on taking a short break to eat and catch some sun.

The rain had stopped recently, leaving a humid mist in its wake to drape the camp, but it still offered the calico a pleasant air outside the stuffiness of the nursery. Some fresh air that she could pause and draw in, a soft smile on her face at just how nice it was to see so many different cats working together. Sure, there were still tensions - it was inevitable, really. Yet to think how they had all come together against a common foe like the Spore, how not even borders laid in blood could will them to leave each other to die...it truly warmed her heart. They may be reluctant, but she liked to think that every cat here cared all the same.

Before she had taken much more than two steps between the nursery and her destination of the prey pile, a hunter entering the camp padded straight toward her and placed a small but New-leaf plump rabbit at her paws. It must have been a lucky catch, seeing they had not all done so well with hunting that morning it seemed, and Berrychirp purred in appreciation to the Moorclan molly as she thanked her and settled down with the rabbit in a nie dry, secluded spot near the nursery.

Only after dividing the rabbit so that she had a good portion set aside for her kits when she headed back into the nursery, did Berrychirp notice the large tom hovering nearby as though he was not sure where to go. She could not say outright who the tom was, but the strength and size of him suggested Gorgeclan far certain. He must not be comfortable yet...so many found it strange to be in another's camp. Berrychirp could hardly blame them. Everything seemed a little out of place, considering the situation.

Aiming to catch the tom's attention, Berrychirp offered a mew of greeting a waved her tail for him to join her, nudging forward the division of the rabbit she had planned to eat herself - honestly, it was still larger than her appetite anyway. Maybe the poor tom would feel more relaxed if she offered they shared? "Would you like to share with me? This is too much for me and my little ones to eat alone."

Purring softly, Berrychirp waved her tail again invitingly before settling down, nudging the rabbit toward the tom to take a bite as she cast a glance around the busy camp. There sure were a lot of cats, coming back in with mixed patrols or leaving with apprentices from different blood...the queen smiled thoughtfully at it. "It's so nice to see everyone working together like this, isn't it?" she murmured thoughtfully, thinking aloud for a moment before she remembered her company and offered a soft blink of question in his direction.
☽LIA☾



PEBBLES
53 Moons
Female
She/Her
Heterosexual
Queen
Nyara
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stonetooth
Oneclan
Apr 28, 2020 15:37:46 GMT
As he looked around the opening of the camp, he heard a soft greeting from the nursery which caught his attention. His dark eyes settled on rather small Queen perched in front of the nursery with a meal at her feet that was much too big for one her size. He doubted she'd be the only one to partake of it though if she was, in fact, a queen. A tired sighed seeped out of him at the invitation to join her, but it would be rude to ignore her invitation and so he reluctantly padded over to her. He wasn't expecting her to offer him some of her rabbit and for a moment, he considered taking up her offer, but quickly pushed the notion aside.

He stepped gingerly around her and the kill, sitting down beside her, his tail wrapping around and sitting over his paws. "Thank you, but no." He looked back out at the clearing at the others cats going about their business, but he didn't see peace like one would find sitting in the camp of just their own clan. He saw an unspoken tension in them and as the Queen opened her mouth again to speak, he was almost speechless at what she'd just said. Every so slowly, as if giving himself the time to wrap his thoughts around her statement, his head dipped down to look at her, a very bewildered expression on his face. Was she being serious? There wasn't a hint of sarcasm in her tone and as he looked at her, he doubted there would be.

"Like this?" He looked back up, ears facing backwards. Was she not seeing what he saw? The slight bristle of fur as former enemies pass, eyes shooting back glances of war, this whole camp was a ticking time bomb. "You're joking." One side of his mouth pulled back in the tiniest hint of a sneer, but matched with his furrowed brow, he just looked confused as if everyone had just started walking backwards around the camp. "You're not serious right? That you think this- this forced... cohabitation is a good thing. Right?" He didn't look back down at her, trying almost too hard to see anything, but the hostility he'd become so accustomed to in his life.



PEBBLES
27 Moons
Male
He/Him
Bi
Warrior
None
Bane
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Berrychirp
Oneclan
Apr 29, 2020 7:55:24 GMT
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BERRYCHIRP


Oops didn't mean to make that apologetic retreat look so panicked oh deary me XD


Berrychirp blinked a moment at the way he refused the meal, but as he settled down beside her, she excused it for the many reasons he could have declined. Maybe he had eaten already, maybe he did not like rabbits, maybe he worried there would not be enough left for her and the kits...the list when on, but the naive queen easily skipped over the potential that he simply had no interest in sharing with someone who was not from his home clan. With a Moorclan queen by her side each night and Gorgeclan kits at her belly...she did not see the divides between former clans so clearly cut as others did.

Sure, she saw the prickling of pelts and the distrustful glances - they were to be expected, after all, with what cats have been through. Yet she also saw cats sharing meals, warriors bonding with the apprentices they never would have trained back home, their three leaders sharing tongues and news as one...it was not perfect, but they were trying, and it warmed her just to see it.

As the tom's question rose to her ears, the queen did not quite register the tone to it, idly chewing on her mouthful of rabbit as she stared out at the camp to see a group of young warriors chatting together like old friends as they too shared a meal between them. The next thing he said, however, had Berrychirp lifting her gaze to the tom in confusion, noting his own perturbed expression. Had she...said something wrong?

Shifting uncomfortably, the queen tilted her head just slightly, deciding not to reaffirm her statement before he had the chance to go on. "Forced....cohabitation?" the queen murmured questioningly, offering the large male a startled blink. "W-well we have to help each other to combat the spore, right? They really are trying to get along and work together, can't you see it?"

Berrychirp could sense the ice that had settled between them. It had already been there, a thin, frosty wisp she had been trying to melt through with pleasant conversation...yet her attempts had only made it harder and colder. Maybe he was just one of those that did not like this whole thing...maybe it was better not to talk to him about this, or at all, she supposed. It would hardly do for her to get into an argument over nothing with a stranger, so close to her kits, after all.

Ears settling back, the molly shifted again, before making a move to scoop up the two halves of rabbit. "E-excuse me," she mumbled, sinking her teeth into the fur and reeling back, tail flicking a little anxiously. "I did not mean to upset you, I apologize. I should...get back to my kits."

The molly did not mean to look panicked at all in her hasty retreat. Its not like she was scared of the tom - she did not feel like he would attack her, she just did not want to start an argument. It was just how adverse she was to conflict, that made her offer a hurried dip of her head before spinning and trotting back into the nursery. Maybe someone would think he threatened her, or he scared her...but she just did not want to ruin his day with her idle chatter, to disrupt the peace he clearly could not see. It was better to just leave him alone - the rabbit would go cold soon anyway, just lying there. She had better give the kits their share before it did.
☽LIA☾



PEBBLES
53 Moons
Female
She/Her
Heterosexual
Queen
Nyara
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Egrethowl
Oneclan
Apr 29, 2020 8:06:56 GMT

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[attr="class","khally3"]The air felt tangy in Creekclan, or - OneClan. Birds seemed to be a rarity and fish the most common of prey. It wasn't ideal, but Egrethowl held his tongue, knowing there was a reason to the madness, even if it didn't seem like it all that much. It was just temporary, he would tell himself. Although the truth of that was unknown. The clans seemed to have made no progress towards sourcing a cure. And it didn't seem to be that they were actively searching for one. But, he was just a warrior, not a medicine cat nor position of authority.

The slender tom strolled through the camp; watching as various strangers interacted with one another. The stale scents of Moor, Creek and Gorge remained, but they were fading gradually. His olive eyes slid across the various mixture of pelts. He saw few GorgeClan cats, many were hailing from CreekClan. As he shifted his gaze around, his hues settled on a duo. One a dark stone colored tom; bulky and strong. Immediately he recognized him as Stonetooth. Stonetooth was a hard and sharp-tongued warrior; clever and fierce. Egrethowl had spoken to him before, but only ever a few words of business.

The warrior was engaged with a mottled she-cat whose aura oozed new mother. The tom could almost detect the scent of milk off her patchy pelt. Egrethowl shifted towards the two, but only gradually. Once in ear-shot, he lifted his head to one side and listened as Stonetooth spoke with a coldness many GorgeClan warriors knew. Stonetooth referred to it as a forced cohabitation; which, in many ways, it was. But, where the stone colored male was wrong, was that it wasn't good. The leaders of all three had made this decision. To go against it would be to go against their own leader, Littlebird.

The queen seemed a little flabbergasted to say the least; retorting what Stonetooth ought to know. The spore; that was the reason for the joining. Once defeated or once a cure was sourced, Egrethowl imagined the clans would divide yet again. But, until then, surely peace was for the best? The CreekClan queen seemed a little anxious as she scrambled up her prey and declared that she ought to get back to her kits. Egrethowl ventured closer to the group, his eyes sliding between the two cats with fascination.


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PEBBLES
29
Male
He
Bi
Warrior
Khal
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stonetooth
Oneclan
May 1, 2020 0:15:52 GMT
Stonetooth's fur bristled slightly, but settled back down as he listened to the small, painted she-cat fumble over her self as she spoke to him. Talking about the spore and everyone trying to get along. The spore. Right. In all honesty, he'd almost forgotten all about that which plagued their lands. It wasn't exactly high up on his list of worries. His head didn't move from where it was facing out at the opening, but his eyes drifted to the corners to look down at her.

The tom's biggest fear was never the two-legs, predators like dogs, or even the spore. What he feared is those he slept a mere tail's length away from. His own clan mates were weary of the large feline and his prickly exterior surely didn't help alleviate many of their worries about him. But now? Now he's surrounded by not only them, but by clan cat's that Gorge-clan had recently been at war with. His own former mentor had mostly likely taken the life of someone that one of these cat's once knew. How could he possibly find any kind of solace in a place where he was constantly looking over his shoulder?

He took his eyes off her, letting out another sigh, the look on his face seeming to age him several moons for a moment as he collected himself and his thoughts. His dark brown ears folded back, pressing against his skull, but his tail remained still over his paws. Despite all of it and his own thoughts on the matter, Stonetooth knew better than to cause a fuss. The last thing he needed was to give them a reason to fear him besides his mother's unraveling. He hadn't even heard her 'excuse me' As she collected the rabbit and with a few more words scurried off back into the nursery. "Ah, no I-" He paused, ears still folded back. His rump lifted from the ground and he took a step towards her as she disappeared. His fur bristled against slightly as he swung his head back around, away from the den. "Fox dung." He spat to no one, now left alone.

He looked riled and agitated as he was, but any hostility he had was only directed at himself as he left out a small growl "You mouse-brain. Hold your own tongue." He was too focused on his own fumblings and the uneasy Queen to even realize that a few Gorgeclan member was eaves dropping.



PEBBLES
27 Moons
Male
He/Him
Bi
Warrior
None
Bane
May 1, 2020 2:32:13 GMT

A large burgundy colored tom entered the camp carrying a mouthful of prey. It was a bird, a robin to be exact. The male had figured he'd try to help ease tensions and make former Moor and Gorge clan cat's feel at home. The easiest way that was within his own doing was to go hunting for specific kind of prey. Types of food one who has lived their whole life in Creekclan as a delicacy. Fish, waterfowl, amphibians, and water side rodents were an abundance in Creekclan. Birds, hare, and even the occasional reptile was scarce and as such treated as a treat.

He knew what it was like to live away from home. He was there when Gorgeclan chased Creekclan out of their home. He lived his life in hiding for the better part of his youth. Sticking with Berrychirp, his parents and even Hornetcall during those rough times. It was during that time that he and Berrychirp had lost their first little, reason meant little back then, but Huckleberryroot chalked it all up to stress. For a time the tom was angry, frustrated even, at the world and Gorgeclan specifically. Even Moorclan wasn't safe from his ire, he believed they could have done something to prevent Bonestar from chasing out Creek. Heck, even offering asylum to Creekclan would have been more than ideal. And yet they were cowardly and as a result left the cats of Creekclan to suffer.

To be truthful it was honestly mind blowing by the sudden cooperation of the three clans. Huckleberryroot had yet to decide if that was a good or bad thing. For the time being there were no outward protests, no real infighting, and no outward disdain. The occasional look of distrust could be seen and the tension could be felt, but for the most part the clans kept to themselves in their own little groups and went about their day in ignorance. He figured it must be easier to cope that way and when, or rather if, the clans should split back up then friendships wouldn't be strained. Of course there was always the oblivious or overly friendly cat that decided to push boundaries and make friends or peace with former rivals, Hornetcall being one of them much to Huckleberryroot's surprise. Rumors and whispers talked about the cold and impressive brother of his talking to a Moorclan she-cat. Huckleberryroot didn't mind, in fact he felt safer when his brothers eyes are not on his mate. Hopefully the ginger and white tom did not screw whatever relationship he had with her.

The beast of a warrior dropped his catch off at the prey pile, eagerly turning around to go check in on his mate and kits. His love for them knew no bounds and left him feeling like he was on cloud nine. He quickly walked towards the nursery only to pause when his deep brown gaze landed on his mates pelt. She was eating a rabbit and beckoned a large stone colored Tom over to her side. He did not recognize the cat, showing no signs of Creekclan heritage and so he deduced with basic observation and deduction that the cat was from one if the two other clans, more likely Gorgeclan with his thick and powerfully built frame. Thus Huckleberryroot paused, deciding against interrupting his mates alone time and to allow her to socialize. Of course he wasn't too far, keeping them with in his gaze and all, but just shy of earshot. He settled down in a shaded area, trying to hide from the humidity that clung to him like another skin.

To be truthful he must have dozed off, albeit briefly for the sound of scurrying paw steps reached his ears. Opening his eyes the senior warrior snapped to a stand, preparing for an imaginary attack. Upon closer inspection he noted the paw steps heading past him and away and looking around he noted nobody else was any more on edge than before. That said Huckleberryroot settled down, forcing his taunt muscles to relax. However, it didn't last long, especially when he noted the hurried retreating figure of his mate. He hared appearance and unnerved look had him frowning, brown eyes licking in on the potential source of her discomfort. It was the tom she had invited over. He appeared lost in thought, no idea of his mates absence coming across him.

Frowning the senior warrior stalked over to the unknown cat. He wanted to figure out why his mate was so eager to get away from this male and honestly he wanted to figure out if he'd have to set the male straight. The stone colored warrior reminded Huckleberryroot of Hornetcall, only seemingly more aggressive and hostile. Not that it bothered Huckleberryroot personally. Though it didn't exactly help the toms case with the picture Huckleberryroot was painting. It was now that he was within ear distance, catching the last few words of the stone colored tom as he finally noticed his mates absence. "Hm, I think we're agreeable on that." Huckleberryroot replied back calmly but with a hint of ice in his voice. With narrowed eyes Huckleberryroot examined the tom before him, noting his younger appearance and haunted look. The frown on his muzzle deepened, thoughts alight with endless possibilities as he tried to get a reading on the tom as an individual.

When compared, both would probably be the same size though Huck's shaggy, feather like fur made him look slimmer and leaner than his present company.

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PEBBLES
50 moons
Male
Hetero
Devi
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Egrethowl
Oneclan
May 5, 2020 2:46:30 GMT
The warrior watched as the queen made her exit; deciding that it was her time to leave. The silvery warrior did not blame her; no, her heavy stench of milk demonstrated she had greater worries than a large, muscled, towering structure like Stonetooth. Stonetooth had been a little rash, in Egrethowl's mind; the stone figure too quick to spit at a harmless queen nursing several young. But, a gentle smirk curved across his maw as he heard the bulky tom mutter about holding his tongue. Least he's aware of his own clumsiness, he thought.

The male started to feel tiresome with the dwindle of the conversation, but as he turned his back to slide away to another corner of the camp; a feathered brown male strolled passed, hurrying to Stonetooth. Both tom's were equally large, but the burgundy male seeming slender and fuller. A heavy perfume of CreekClan lingered after the dark male. He spoke with an icy edge; just enough to cause Egrethowl to erect one ear out of fascination. Huckleberryroot was not known to Egrethowl; but he presumed he had some connection to the milky scented fae.

Egrethowl remained quiet, lowering himself down into a sitting position. Stonetooth was a husky tom; perhaps spoke too soon rather than using his mind, but, this other brute would not stand a chance. Not if Egrethowl was concerned. The slender male lifted a paw and began rasping his long salmon tongue across it; appearing to be busy with his grooming.




PEBBLES
29
Male
He
Bi
Warrior
Khal
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stonetooth
Oneclan
May 5, 2020 3:46:40 GMT
He hadn't even had the time to let his fur lie when a voice grated against his brain. A Brown and white tabby tom rivaling his own size was approaching him, which was a strange fact all on it's own. Stonetooth's dark gaze shifted to meet the unnamed feline, but the more indifferent look he'd greeted the Queen with had shifted. Oh, if looks could kill. He lifted his head, eye's narrowed ever so slightly, their deep color like a hole threatening to pull someone in and drawn them. A cold, almost ever present hostility like that of beaten dog. One who had beaten so many times that an olive branch looked like just another weapon.

Letting himself completely rise to his feet rather than falling back into a sitting position, he appeared more overbearing in appearance, ears still pressed back against his skull as his lips curled around his words, sharpening them like a whet stone to a blade. "If would seem you don't know when to hold you're tongue either." There was a slight growl in his voice though whether it was even a growl or a natural gravel to his own voice wasn't entirely clear. "It's none of your concern anyway." Most of the cats scents have more or less melded together, but there was still the remaining traces of the former clans lingering on each individual's pelts and the twinge of Creekclan graced Stonetooth's red nose like an insult.

"Not that you would do anything." He grumbled, half under his breath, as he started to walk past the shaggy furred warrior. It was almost insult to injury, Stonetooth seemingly not even considering Huckleberryroot much of a threat to worry about.



PEBBLES
27 Moons
Male
He/Him
Bi
Warrior
None
Bane

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