Fandom Oakclan{Whispers of the lost}

[wolf_river365]

An early leafbare breeze shifted the leaves of the canopy as the first light of day pushed out the night sky. The undergrowth gave a quake as a couple of slender figures prowled along the border, marking as they went. The long brown fur of the female shivered as some dew fell onto her as she past. Her black male companion chuckled before pausing to scent the air. "It's safe. Let's continue." Shadefang said, Olivebranch knodded before taking the lead down the narrow path along the creek. "I can't wait until I have an apprentice of my own to join us on patrol." Shadefang simply rolled his eyes in response. "You know, I didn't choose to be on patrol with you." Olivebranch hissed. "Then go hunt. You're barely more than apprentice so you will be no help to me." Shadefang snapped. "Do you think that's smart with all the cats that have gone missing?" She asked, Shadefang bristled, "I said you will be no help to me." With a look of disgust, Olivebranch turned and vanished into the undergrowth.



In the camp, a small light red brown she cat sat with her tail wrapped around her paws and her face tilted toward the sky. 'Starclan, help us!'. She silently prayed. The thought of her clan slowly shrinking due to an unknown enemy made her blood rum cold. A warning yowl sounded, calling her attention back to camp. 'A storm will end the shade that threatens the fate of all.' a mixtures of voices flooded her ears. Acornfall pushed through the barrier, holding a small bundle of grey fur. "Come quickly. It needs help." He muttered, setting it into the center of the camp. Fawnpaw hesitated before springing into action. -c-

 

[Minteafresh]

Almondrush • Oakclan Queen
Another rough night has left Almondrush feeling somewhat frazzled; the brown colored she cat chosing to start her day early rather then get lost in spiraling thoughts.

Light is slowly filtering into the camp as she lays there, tail curled around her kits to keep them up, short fur fluffed and nest stuffed with feathers in an effort to provide as much warmth as possible - the threat of leafbare causing a fair bit of concern. She can't help but fret over seemingly meaningless things; but the fear of losing one of her children to the cold seemed entirely valid, even though snow hadn't even begun to fall.

She forces herself to breath and relax, knowing the flare of mild panic is silly. She used to tumble about in the snow all the time when she was a kit - and never got sick. It would be fine. If they were as healthy as she was, then they'd be okay too. And the nest was plenty warm.

She's just shifting to tuck a stray piece of moss into the nest when a loud yowl catches her entirely off guard; the brown colored she cat leaping to her paws immediately.

Without much forethought she steps over the nest; paws stopping at the entrance of the nursery to look out - stiff legged and alert.

"What's going on?" She asks urgently, noting with some relief that there's no sudden invasion of two legs or dogs.

 

[wolf_river365]

"Almondrush, you may want to come here as well." Acornfall said, after spotting her poking her head out. "What happened?" Fawnspots asked, though she already had an idea. "I found it... Umm.. her... I was hunting when I heard something and could smell fox and fear. I was to late for her mother, I just hope I got her back here in time." Acornfall mewed, flicking his tail.

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋᴋɪᴛ - ᴀʟᴍᴏɴᴅʀᴜꜱʜ'ꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ

Sparkkit was lost in the land of dreams-chasing butterflies under the pale moonlight. The land around wasn't familiar, more like just empty fields illuminated by the sky's glowing dots. The monarch kept gliding just out of reach from his tiny paws, and his slightly thick coat would occasionally drag him down whenever he fell. Though, the mane never got dirty. At least, not here. But all such happiness would end when something alerted him jarringly awake.

When he had blinked his own eyes open, he noticed his own mother-Almondrush-away from the nest. Frosty air was let in and chilled him eve underneath his now fluffed out fur, but he toughened up. His littermates (if there will be in the future) were still squeezed up together. Yet curious as Sparkkit always was-earning his joyous name of 'sparking curiosity'. Soon he heard more cats just outside of the nursey-to which he assumed were the familiar felines of Fawnspots and Acornfall. Something about fox, couldn't save mother, and 'it.' He jumped at his chance, scampering right besides his mother.

"Fox? Where? Didja' drive it off territory?"

Sparkkit perked up, joining the conversation despite probably needing to stay within his nest. It's confines would be loosing warmth, and his littermates (if there will be in the future) would be left cold. Yet he wasn't as concerned about their sleeping, snoring, and limp bodies and more intrigued by what had come up.​