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[M'Lady]

[For anyone who joins, keep post order in mind. I prefer to have a pattern to multiple member rps so no one accidentally ninjas]


Firechaser hated not having anything to do. Keeping his paws busy meant he didn't have to be bothered by anyone, and that was exactly the way he liked it. It also meant he usually had an excuse to give Snowsight whenever the tom wanted to drag him off who knows where to do Starclan knows what. So, since he wasn't on a dawn patrol this chilled morning, the warrior had slept in for once. It had been awhile since he'd gotten much sleep, since even through the night he tried to find things to do to take up his time. At this point, he'd been exhausted enough that he hadn't tossed or turned during the night, quickly passing out and waking up just before sunhigh. 

He pulled himself to his paws, shaking the moss out of his fiery fur, and stretched until his muscles sighed and his bones cracked. Satisfied, the tom strode out of the den. His walk was rather peculiar. He carried himself high and elegant, his burning yellow eyes making any stray apprentice or warrior shy away from his path with just a glance. He'd perfected that glare, so his subordinates wouldn't question him nor would his fellows bother him but for something important. Eyes grazed over the freshkill pile, and though he hadn't eaten since the morning before, nothing really seemed that appetizing. But a warrior must eat to keep their strength, so Firechaser selected a rather scrawny squirrel from the pile, choosing to leave the more plump pieces of prey for the queens. They had a couple at the moment, and he refused to let them have anything subpar. While he was an ice cold warrior, he supposed he did have a spot of worry for queens. They had to rest and be in perfect health, he refused to let them risk their safety or that of their kits. 

He moved a few tail lengths from the pile, settling down to tuck in and eat the meager squirrel in a few quick bites. He toyed with the idea of going hunting, he didn't have any official patrols before evening, but he certainly would like the pile to be a little more well stocked at the start of leafbare. He hated leafbare. It brought sickness and hunger and depression to the clan, there was nothing good about the season to come. Yes, a hunting patrol would be good. But first, he might as well stop by the new nursery to see if everything was going alright there. Warm nests and a wind protected shelter were necessary. Maybe he'd stop by Larkbeat's as well, to see if there was anything she needed. Lost in thought and losing his blazing glare to distant eyes, the warrior looked a bit less menacing than he usually did. Hopefully, no one would take this as a sign to approach. Starclan help those who did. 

[QueenChaos]

(Joining in with Silverfur the queen)
Silverfur had just woken up. Her stomach growled with her hunger and her kits. She stood up, shaking her sleek fur. Firechaser caught her eye, the muscled tom sitting by the fresh kill pile. She smirked, smoothing her fur. She padded over to the fresh kill pile, her eyes on Firechaser. She picked up a large rabbit and sat down near Firechaser.
"Good morning Firechaser. Lovely weather today, isn't it?"

[Taako]

For a cat that was blind, Snowsight carried himself like a cat that was not. of course it was still obvious in the way he swung his head to catch the sounds around him, or the way his paws sometimes didn't land quite right so he stumbled, but he always carried himself with confidence despite that. Some cats liked to call him puffed up and self important, he preferred to think of it as knowing his place and flaunting it...Or what he perceived as his place, the reality of the scenario was tragically different, but Snowsight was blind to that. Pun intended.

His ridiculously large ears swiveled and twitched as he picked up the familiar gait of his friend and right hand tom, Firechaser, and the swerve in his direction was so sudden that he almost ran right into another cat, calling for the tom over the grumbling cat that he'd nearly barreled over, "Firechaser! Hey!" His nose picked up that he was at the nursery, so Snowsights unsure paws brought him there, he could smell the soft scent of queens and kits, it was a smell that always warmed him, he loved playing with kits, he loved tousling with apprentices too, his voice quieted as he came to stand at the fiery tom's side.

"Are you planning on going hunting?" He tilted his head, he wasn't always the best hunter, both for his lack of sight and for his snow white fur, but he tried his best, he was an asset in the sense that he could hear and smell prey with more precision, he made up for the things he lacked by being useful in other ways...Or he liked to think of it that way...he wasn't sure if he was the only one who felt that or not. He was fully prepared to be told to bug off, and also fully prepared to not listen should Firechaser dismiss him.

His ear twitched and he turned his vacant gaze in Silverfur's direction, waving his bushy tail in greeting, "hello, Silverfur, it's a bit nippy...But at least there's cloud cover!" He realized this only usually meant rain or snow, but it was better than the sun, which liked to burn his skin in the thin furred places on his body.

[M'Lady]

He had just managed to finish his squirrel before he was attack. The first intruder was Snowsight, though he planned on that happening sooner or later. A soft groan escaped his maw as the familiar voice reached him across the clearing, and the warrior sat up as his friend barreled towards him. Though he knew his glare was ineffective, he shot it at the albino cat anyway, hoping for once he'd be able to take the hint. But unfortunately, no matter what he did, Snowsight was always determined to force his way into his life. "Hey," He huffed softly, and though his tone was still gruff, it lacked the bite it usually did. Snowsight had that privilege, at least. "Ah, yes actually, though I wanted to check in on the queens first." It was almost a compulsive habit of his, checking on the queens. Though he wouldn't lower their icy exterior, each she-cat in the nursery knew that Firechaser would be at their beck and call should they need him.

He glanced up as Silverfur joined them, and Fire became just a bit wary. He didn't know her as well, but definitely knew she had a very flirty reputation. He'd always been one to steer clear of things like that. "Silverfur," He greeted quietly, his voice rather empty for such a bright and flaming warrior. "There's a bit of a chill, I wouldn't be surprised if we got frost in the morning. How are you all in the nursery?" He kept his tone a bit level, though it was still rather rough around the edges. He tried to suppress his malevolent side around the queens, they didn't deserve the harsh winter his personality provided. "Is there anything I can do?"

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Slatebelly briskly jogged into the IvyClan camp, a distant look in his gray eyes. While his other clanmates had been returning from patrols or pursuing other actual duties, Slate did what he always did. Slate went sliding. I wonder if they'll notice that I went sliding, he wondered, becoming self-conscious, Did I clean my pelt off well enough? Eh, no matter. I probably look fine. In actuality, the tom looked like he had just climbed out of a grave, his gray tabby pelt streaked with dirt and mud and StarClan-knows-what. He didn't smell the greatest either. Slate liked the fragrance, though. He called it his "Supreme Scent". Whether or not it was "supreme" was a matter of debate. 

As the young warrior came across the trio of cats, a smile came upon his face as he recognized Silverfur, Firechaser, and Snowsight. They seemed to be talking about the weather. Well, that's freaking boring, thought the gray warrior, I should do something about that. It's way too good of a day to be talking about boring scat. 

The tom slid on his paws across the camp floor as he stopped just short of the fresh-kill pile. His voice was excited and full of energy, not at all like the calm and relaxed manner of his clanmates. "Hey, Firechaser. Snowsight. Silverfur-" he put a large amount of emphasis on Silverfur. He flashed a confident smile at her, winking and flashing his tail before continuing-"What bequeaths you fine three on this fine leaf-fall day? What are the moves today, bros?" 

[silverfang218]

Here comes Shadowpaw! The mischievous apprentice is bored once again. He had joined an early hunting patrol and already brought back some freshkill, but Owlstar is busy at the moment and Wildpaw is nowhere to be found; in other words, every cat better be watching their tail.

Oh, but who to pester? That is the question here. The small group beginning to gather near the nursery definitely draws the young apprentice’s attention. The tiny grey tom drops into his hunting crouch as he slowly approaches the group. His violet gaze darts between the gathered cats. Who to attack? Firechaser has always been a grump, and Snowsight is blind which earns him a bit of respite from the young cat. That leaves Silverfur’s tail as the chosen target; Slatebelly is just approaching the group, but Shadow already has Silverfur in his sights.

Shadowpaw sneaks within pouncing range, then leaps towards the wriggling tail as he aims to land on top of it. His rounded, fluffy paws are harmless as he keeps his claws sheathed; he doesn’t want to hurt the queen, only surprise her.

[QueenChaos]

Silverfur licked her paws.
"No, I'm all right."
"Good morning Slatebelly, Snowsight. Yes, it is nippy. But only a bit. I just happened to be eating when I saw this fine fellow Firechaser."
She jumps slightly at Shadowpaw.
"Ah-hey!"She turns, frowning.
"Shadowpaw, you mischievous thing you!"
She laughs and nuzzles him.
"What are you doing now?"

[silverfang218]

Like, all the cats are gathering here. This is just a big ole IvyClan get together, isn’t it? Shadowpaw lets out a purr as the queen nuzzles him, thankful that she didn’t take his little prank the wrong way. So many cats can’t take a simple joke, so it’s refreshing that Silverfur doesn’t act like that to Shadow.