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Egrethowl
Oneclan
May 5, 2020 8:40:03 GMT
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The slender exotic male made his way through the stretched cattails and rushes. He was wet from the bottom of his paws to about midway up his legs; a few inches and the bottom of his stomach would be wet. The mist that hung across the marsh was thick, but alas the sun still managed to filter through parts, shedding some light onto where Egrethowl was heading.

The marsh gave Egrethowl a sense of home, in a vague round about way. The wet grounds were uncomfortable under-paw, but the dark atmosphere seemed to offset that. There had been little happening in the new merged clan; few fights and skirmishes than Egrethowl initially expected. The lanky tom figuring that perhaps everyone was drained and worried; the spore was certainly no real laughing matter.

The long legged male shifted out of the dense water and began making his way across to the unkempt grass; stretching tall and extending rather far. It was an incredibly spacious moor; one that he imagined the former MoorClan cats thrived on. Egrethowl couldn't help but feel rather exposed; secretly wishing for some form of shelter. Egrethowl found a beautiful patch of sunshine, a few flowers and budding stems of lavender surrounded the patch. Settling down in it, he lifted his gaze and observed the wide, open moors. Maybe he should give running a try; his long legs made him fast, agile..Quick, perhaps, perhaps he could do well at chasing rabbits and running the moors..




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Spiritsong
Oneclan
May 11, 2020 4:19:59 GMT
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SPIRITSONG


Rabbits always ran, it seemed to be what they did best. However, for the felines of the moor, that was much the thrill of hunting them. Where most of their fellow warriors preferring swimming like otters or scaling trees like squirrels, their kind truly did come across as one with the wind, not needing a partner to help catch their swift moving prey. To feel one's paws pounding over the earth as though they were only a breath from taking flight could make one wish to run forever. To add to it the practicality of a catch made that almost selfish draw all the more excusable.

Even with all that happened around him, Spiritsong knew that instinct was far from gone.

It was a relief, then, that they had kept part of the moor within their new home. The water-logged territory felt unnatural beneath the paws of all but Creek, however at least the forest had given Gorge a sense of home once their own had been surrendered to quarantine. If not for the stretch of land beyond the sodden marsh, all former cats of the moor would know nothing but trees blocking out the endless skies they were used to. One could not run nearly so fast across slick mud or spindly branches.

Being one leader of three somehow lead to more and less responsibilities at once for the raven tom, though his heart often sought to remind him that perhaps it would only be more and nothing else. Not that Spiritsong could say he minded. He may not seem it, but the tom was used to responsibility...and sharing it with Applecloud was all but second nature by now. He had no doubts they could handle their pressures to come...though the sickness left him wondering if they were foolish to even consider.

It was these worrying thoughts and their tri-leader circumstance that freed Spiritsong's time enough to listen to his instincts again. Back home, a good chase had always cleared his head, and his conscience in bringing home food for the bellies of those he cared for. He had not gotten the chance to keep up his habit lately...but the moor never failed to call to him when he knew he needed it. This time, the clans were in higher spirits - perhaps it was the news of a new recovery, or the recent round of ceremonies - whatever the case, Spiritsong felt he could afford a moment to himself.

So the tom found himself upon the stretch of moor beyond the marsh, sodden paws a flurry of speed across the grass as they dried in the breeze, and lean muscles rippling beneath his short raven coat. His gaze was locked upon the snowy stump of a tail the hare before him possessed, little worry in his mind that he would fail to catch up to it in time. He knew he would - the only risk was that perhaps it might find a burrow before he did, and there was sure to be one approaching soon.

Ears back to keep them free of the wind, and claws unsheathed for grip as he ran, the tom felt his muscles bunch and stretch before he sprung forward the moment the distance closed enough between him and his quarry, paws tackling it down into the earth and teeth quick to bury into its neck. He was no stranger to their sharp little claws and powerful legs, repositioning himself the moment he had his grip to keep his eyes free of struggling kicks. The creature did not last long - prey was not born to suffer, after all, and Spiritsong was not about to make it.

Releasing the hare once it fell still, the tom gave it a brief sniff before raising his head proudly, taking in a breath of the familiar winds of home. A pang of longing made him want to start his next dash all the way to his former camp...however, the leader stayed still, tail whisking behind him as he turned his gaze away. Home was where his family was, for now, no matter what both he and they desired.

Come time, they would be strong enough to return. That time was not now.
☽LIA☾


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Egrethowl
Oneclan
May 15, 2020 2:17:06 GMT
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Deep down in his heart, he missed the towering trees and the thrill one felt when springing from branch to branch. The feeling was exhilarating. He grimaced uncomfortably as he gazed down at his brown, muck colored paws. Smeared in mud and water from the soggy marsh. The exotic short-haired tabby brushed his front paws - one at a time, across the thick, tall grass. The mud did not come off easily, much to the tom's dismay, but with some repetition, he managed to get most of it off.

Egrethowl could not comprehend how someone could enjoy the murky waters, the thick, smelling mud. It wasn't so bad, but it made the tom feel heavy, weighed down; feelings an agile warrior did not particularly like.

The tom's idea resurfaced, forefront to his mind. The moors were a decent stretch. The sky bright and stretching right across to the end of the moor. No one seemed to be in sight. Egrethowl lowered his body into the grass, settling comfortably and taking in a large, sturdy breathe of air.

Egrethowl ran - sprinting off towards the other side of the moors. The wind pushing against his back, giving him confidence to keep his speed up. The warrior's paws hit the ground hard, over and over, clobbering the hard ground and creating a weave in the long grass. For the first time in a long time, the tom felt as though he could really breathe in the luscious scents the forest had to offer. His senses felt clear and free. Much to the tom's surprise, he actually managed to dart from one end of the moor to the other in quick speed. The tom, while used to agility and stealth, was also athletic and quick.

The slender tom started to slow as an ebony figure crept across his vision. The figure was none other than Spiritsong; one of the co-leaders of OneClan, and funnily enough...The former leader of MoorClan. Egrethowl instantly felt discomfort rise up in his chest. Spiritsong, being from Moorclan, of course knew the moors better than any..And here was a former GorgeClan warrior, running around in them like an apprentice. Egrethowl cussed under his breath at his own foolishness then held his head up. Screw it, he decided. Egrethowl was a proud tom; he made a decision, one he will stand by if questioned.

Egrethowl greeted Spiritsong with a gentle tip of his head; the warrior now padding across to him. "Hi, Spiritsong," he said coolly. "How have you been fairing this sunrise?"



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Spiritsong
Oneclan
May 23, 2020 9:54:59 GMT
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SPIRITSONG


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The moment the raven leader turned, a feline shape darting across the stretch of moor caught his eye. Instinctively, with the speed and confidence they ran, Spiritsong's hope rose that perhaps a former clan-mate had come to join him. In this little sense of home...perhaps they could have a chance to get back to their roots, to clan as Moorclanner's used to, without a worry as they traveled across the endless springy land. Land that was, well, not so endless now.

However as the blur slowed and the form took its feline shape, drawing closer, hope shifted into curiosity. Not a companion, then...but company was company all the same. And to see who he now recognized as a Gorgeclanner run quite like that - Cutting off his thoughts, Spiritsong straightened himself and waved his tail in a lax and friendly greeting.

Despite any wariness the tom held, he disguised it well, looking calm as ever as he greeted the approaching tom.

As the tom slowed to a walk and offered his greeting, Spiritsong dipped his head in polite return, mind skipping over names as he tried to fit one to the feline. He was good with names and faces, but it was still a process to learn those he had never known before. A moment longer of thought, and he settled on one that felt right. "I'm doing quite well, it always feels nice to go for a good run," the tom mused, tone relaxed and easy as he gestured across the moor with his tail.

"Egretflight, was it?" The leader questioned, a confidence to his question despite the note of knowing he may well be wrong, and accepting it. The name seemed fitting for his speed and agility...though then again, perhaps Gorgeclan never cared for such things. It was probably claw or bite, something to do with fighting knowing Bonestar. No matter, the tom was sure to correct him. "You almost look at home on the moor, you know. Pleasing to see some of you have settled so well to such unfamiliar lands."
☽LIA☾


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Co-Leader
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Egrethowl
Oneclan
Jun 5, 2020 3:26:13 GMT
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The wind felt freeing as it ran through his short, bristly fur. Perhaps the moors were not quite as he had always imagined them, maybe Lotusflower was right with her ideals about the moors and their spaciousness. It all seemed a little silly at first, but his run had made him really reconsider his thoughts. Egrethowl had always preferred the shelter of trees, the exposure from the moors seemed daunting but..When in reality, you moved as quick as lightning; the exposure barely being an influence.

As the leader returned his greeting; Egrethowl felt a gentle smile tug at his maw. Many of the warriors from both MoorClan and CreekClan held the GorgeClanners in shy eyes; never seeming to really want to mingle too much with them. If history were to repeat itself, he presumed they would say. Naturally though, the warriors of Moor seemed a little more relaxed on the matter, history had been washed from their minds...Or, almost.

"Egrethowl," he corrected the leader, giving him a gentle nod. Egrethowl was a little offended that the tom did not know his name, but he brushed it off, understanding that with the merge came many, many new faces and of course scents. The tom flicked his ears, pondering over the name though. Egretflight did really seem suitable; especially given how he had shifted so swiftly across the moor..But, alas howl it was due to his confident nature.

Egrethowl felt a little shy about having been caught fleeting across the moor like a swift rabbit. But, he couldn't help but boost a confident smile as the tom's praise flooded through his ears. "Why thank you," he commented, "I had never expected runs across the moor to feel as freeing as they are. I can see why MoorClan cats love the moors," he explained. Egrethowl aimed to be the best, the best at everything he tried his paw at. He couldn't help but feel warmth at the idea that maybe, maybe he would be the fastest GorgeClan warrior once all this was over.

"So how are you finding the merge, Spiritsong? I presume it's a little unusual to be called by your former name," he said. The tom meant no disrespect, but he knew that the leaders had given up a lot for the greater good. How were they really finding it? Egrethowl could have not imagined handing off his role and title like that, it would have been a difficult choice for him..But, he knew that deep down, sacrifices had to be made in order for the survival of one's kin and family.



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