Den Arrest [Open] | GOSSAMER ; a literate warriors rpg

thunderclan leader

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played by: Shiny

Den Arrest [Open] Dec 22, 2013 20:35:25 GMT -8

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Dec 22, 2013 20:35:25 GMT -8

[/i]? Confined to his own den by orders of his own medicine cat, like a kit grounded by it's mother! It felt like a betrayal, even though he knew she was just doing her job and looking out for their Clan. But seriously? This was way going overboard. Honestly, you sneeze once and it's like StarClan themselves threatened to set (the rest) of the forest on fire if he didn't get better.

The leader of ThunderClan lay on his back with his paws folded up in the air, staring blankly at the stone ceiling of his den. He hadn't sneezed or coughed once since that first initial one, and he begged Doe-eyes each and every time she came by to let him leave. She was as stubborn as he was though when it came to the health and welfare of the cats under her care. Blizzardstar had even tried to leave the den against her orders, but it was like she knew he was going to try. She'd apparently warned his mate and closest friends to keep an eye out. As soon as he stuck his head out of the bracken covering the entrance, Shiningheart was standing there, all slitty-eyed and disappointed. She hadn't even needed to say anything before Blizzardstar backed away like a guilty kitten.

That had been hours ago. No one had visited since then, not even Doe-eyes. It was driving him insane, hearing the faint mumblings of the Clan and not being able to participate. There was no worse punishment for him. Caught up in his childish thoughts, Blizzardstar flailed his paws in the air and wiggled, throwing a small, tiny temper tantrum that no one would ever know about. "UGH, I'M SO BORED!" he wailed. Quite loudly. If no one had heard that, they were either deaf or ignoring him.
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Den Arrest [Open] Dec 27, 2013 15:45:45 GMT -8

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Dec 27, 2013 15:45:45 GMT -8

we've got beautiful dreams

and deadly nightmares

Mossface dropped the bony mouse on the freshkill pile, her beautiful face creased in worry. Leafbare had not been kind to them; more than once she had returned home with naught between her teeth, and the prey the warriors found was emaciated, only a few gulps of stringy meat and brittle bone. The heaviness of a full stomach was only a fragile memory.

The tortoiseshell she-cat ignored the emptiness in her belly, flicking her white-tipped tail in bad temper, and she abandoned the diminished pile, which contained only a scrawny magpie, scruffy squirrel, and little else. At least the elders and the nursing she-cats would get to eat tonight... it was a worrisome thought, the cold breath of winter. She shouldn't be so worried; Frostfalls were always tough, but even the youngest, tiniest kittens survived to Newleaf.

A piteous wail rose from Highrock, and the glossy she-cat bit back an irritable sigh. Didn't Blizzardstar have anything better to do than moan about his boredom? Idiot tomcat, Mossface thought to herself, but she padded towards the tall boulder anyways.

If she were honest, she didn't like their leader. He had caused far too much trouble when he was younger- with his family problems and his little pranks.
Even she hadn't been such an idiot as a 'paw.

Nonetheless, it wouldn't do to ignore him, and neither would it be better to share her unhappiness with the leader who was younger than her. Blizzardstar had earned the name of 'star, no matter how much she disapproved of it; otherwise StarClan wouldn't have gifted him with the nine lives. The pretty dappled cat made her silent way towards his den, after snatching the magpie from the freshkill pile. It wouldn't do to let their precious leader go hunger.

Mossface shoves her way into his den impatiently, eyes glinting in the dim lighting. She tries to mumble something around the feathers in her mouth, before she drops it, tossing it to him with a hook of her claws.

Her amber eyes narrow to slits as she sits, sweeping her tail around her neat paws, and she looks at him with righteous anger on her face.

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Blizzardstar

thunderclan leader

20 pawprints

played by: Shiny

Den Arrest [Open] Jan 1, 2014 20:44:50 GMT -8

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Jan 1, 2014 20:44:50 GMT -8

The first sign he had of a visitor was the sound of paw steps heading towards his den. This wasn't the first time it had happened, so Blizzardstar didn't get all that excited. He kept his ears pricked, waiting for the steps to pause and turn away. But they kept coming, and anticipation caused the leader to fix himself. Maybe it was Doe-eyes, coming to tell him he could leave his den? Or even just one of his family coming to visit. That would be wonderful. Blizzardstar sat up in his nest and waited for the usual call or request to enter. Neither came, and instead one of his warriors, Mossface, entered.

It took everything within him to not grimace. Mossface hadn't been very secretive in her critiques of his leadership. Blizzardstar tried not to let it bother him. Not everyone would be happy with his friendly and easy going nature. Still, she was a good, loyal warrior, and Blizzardstar trusted her. At least enough to know she wouldn't betray the Clan and stab him in the back. "Mossface! I'm surprised to see you, of all cats, come here. You usually avoid going near me unless you absolutely have to."

His eyes zoned in on the magpie she held in her jaws. Blizzardstar's belly rumbled in response to the smell, and the leader instinctively licked his lips. He didn't reach for it, though. He was hungry, yes, but so was everyone else. He looked at Mossface with narrowed, questioning eyes. "Have the elders and queens eaten yet? I don't want to take anything if they haven't." It was a stupid question to ask, since Mossface wouldn't have given it to him otherwise. No matter how much she didn't like him, she wouldn't break the warrior code like that.

Blizzardstar glared around him at the walls of his den and kneaded the bedding of his nest angrily with his claws. "If only Doe-eyes would let me out of here! I'd go hunting with a patrol or by myself or do something. I'm not sick!" He swung his head to direct his gaze on the warrior and demanded, "Do I sound or smell sick to you? At all? Because if I don't, then Doe-eyes has bees in her brain or something." Under his breath, he insisted to himself, "I am not sick. Don't know what she's thinking," and was reduced to incoherent grumbling.