oooc; starting!

 Eagleflame awoke in the warrior den and stretched out, her cream toes spread. She swept her crimson eyes over the cats who were still sleepingand her gaze rested on a muscula, dark tabby. his fur blending in with the shadows of the den. She sighed, knowing nothing would ever come of wanting him, and padded out of the den.

 Violetgaze padded around in the cave like area in the rock, the perfect medicine den. The world was its same blurry gray as he stepped out of the den and into the brilliant sun of the open topped camp.

ooc; he's half blind :D

Hailfeather lay on a rock in  the camp grooming her luxurious fur.The meidum length white and plack fur glowed in the brightsun. she mewed hello to Violetgaze as he steppeed out of his cave, his purple eyes gleaming as he searched for something.

Goldenfur padded back into the camp mice dangling from his jaws. the dawn border patrol had gone well and he had caught much prey. After eating his fill he caought a few more bringing someback for the kits and elders.

((Can I make an elder just so we have one?))

((Accepted))

Poppystar dozed in the sun happily, and watched as her kits scrambled in the dust in front of her. She let out a gentle pur, looking around for her mate.

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Oakfeather yawned, and blinked his dark amber eyes. He stretched carefully, then walked somberly out into the bright sunlight.

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Willowpaw laid in the sunlight, purring as the sun warmed her fur up, and made it shine. Her pale green eyes scanned the area for her mentor.

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Scar padded through the forest, narrowing his cold blue eyes as he saw a little stream. He was thirsty, as a result of travelling in the harsh sun for hours.

Sitting beside the entrance of the den she saw Oakfeather padding out so she mewd a cheerful, "hello" to him and continued to groom herself.

ooc;fail

Oakfeather turned to her, and smirked a little. "Hello," he mewed. "Busy this morning?" He had not patrolls or other duties, so he was free to do a little hunting. Of course, not alone though.

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Scar lapped greedily at the water, twitching his ears as he picked up the noise that was PoppyClan. 

Oakfeather padded next to her, sunlight warming his dark tabby fur. His pelt brushed against hers only slightly, and he kept an eye out for prey.

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Scar hissed under his breath as he scented approaching cats.

Eagleflame padded out in the brilliant sun. Lightly warming her ivory and cream pelt. Her red eyes scouted the land looking for the slightest move in the tall gra.ss. Seeing one tall clump of horsetails quiver she dropped herself into hunters crouch and headed towards catching not the scent of mouse or vole, but fox and milk, "O-oakf-feather." she stammered and backed away. Her blood turned to ice and a viscous seen replayed in her head, "Ivypaw wait up!" yowled the younger, apprentice Eaglepaw as she chased after her sister.Eaglepaw dashed through  this very part of the moor and woods when she was luckily not seriously injured and her sister killled, driven off a cliff by a  pack of dogs and foxes. Her eyes were glazed over as she thought about that day. Replyaing over and over until she blacked out.

"Eagleflame!" Oakfeather yowled in surprise, nosing her side gently. What had startled her so badly? He sniffed the air; he smelled fox, milk, rogue cats and forest life. He nosed her again with brother-like concern. "Come on! Get up! I think there's a fox near by."

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Scar lunged, landing on Oakfeather's back with precision. He knocked the tabby over, and they started to fight next to the pas$ed out Eagleflame.

Finally Oakfeather got the tom pinned, one paw with unsheathed claws fixed on his throat. His eyes darted to Eagleflame.

Scar let out a wheezy laugh, and spat at the dark tabby ontop of him.

Oakfeather looked at Eagleflame in surprise. "Chill," he meowed cautiously. "I've got him, Eaglefeather. No need to claw him any more."

Scar glared back at her with cold eyes.

"Who are you?" Oakfeather asked the silver tabby in a harsh voice. "Why are you on PoppyClan grounds?"

Scar tried to wriggle out from under him, but was unsuccessful. He spat, "Why should I tell you?" His eyes blazed angrily.

Oakfeather glanced at Eagleflame. "You want to try and talk to him?" 

Scar tried to wriggle out from under Oakfeather again. They had the same thickset, muscular tabby bodies, so nobody had the upper hand. They were almost identical, except Oakfeather was a dark brown tabby with harsh amber eyes, and Scar was a silver tabby with cold, fathomless blue eyes.

They glared at each other.

Finally Scar broke the silence. "My name is Scar," he hissed. "Now, what do you want?"

Triumph glittered in Oakfeather's eyes as he waited for Eagleflame to speak. 

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Willowpaw looked for her mentor.

Poppystar kept an eye on her kits, an eye on the rest of the clan and an eye out for her mate.

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