Welcome to Warriors of the Moon! We are a modern-day warrior cats roleplay! It's been 10 years, and all of the original Clans have disbanded. Even SkyClan means nothing. We have new ones called MarshClan, MistClan, PeakClan, and WolfClan. We're one account per person, like most warriors roleplays. Meaning, no character accounts!
Our roleplay rating is 3-0-2, and we have a simple application and a quick acceptance process! Your character will be approved in not even an hour, depends on our timezones, though! Welcome!
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Fawnleap had always been a bit of a busy body - such could be expected when one was the soul medicine cat of an ever-growing clan in the middle of leaf-bare - however, normally she was much steadier than she was today. It was common to see her bound across camp, or suddenly slip out across the bog, because an idea had popped into her mind. Or one might see her peak her head out and dart over to an apprentice or warrior, then dart back to her den and wait for them to return from wherever she’d sent them. She always had something to do. Elders joints got stiff, kits got into trouble, apprentices slipped on hidden ice, and cats got sick. In fact, she’d just finished treating a patient - pleased they only had whitecough and she had more than enough tansy and catmint to treat them. Now said apprentice had drifted off to sleep, and Fawnleap was free to slip from her den.
However, she did not necessarily slip out calmly. No, while nimble paws were light and careful so as not to wake the poor youngster, her tail was twitching and her ears were pricked. The second she was free of the roots, she made a beeline - albeit with skill and care to avoid the quick sands - toward another tree across the camp, weaving around a few cats and the meager fresh kill pile, kicking up snow behind the flurry of her paws. The second she reached her destination, the cream molly all but skidded to a halt and reared up to set her forepaws upon the tree trunk.
“Owlstar?” she called up, tone questioning as she strained her neck to see past the spindly branches. Nothing. Frowning, the molly dropped down into a crouch and leaped into the tree, assending it with the ease her name might suggest. Reaching where her leader made his nest, she sniffed at the semi-stale sent and brushed her muzzle at the spot that had cooled with the absence of her leader’s warmth. ‘Damn, he’s not here.‘
“Hey, Fawnleap, is everything alright?” As the voice floated up to meet her, Fawnleap backed along the branch she was still half perched on, before glancing down at the questioning cat, acknowledging the senior warrior below with a warm smile. “Oh yes, most certainly, everything is fine. Say, have you seen Owlstar?” The molly below shook her head. “No sorry, I just woke up. Dawnpatrol. Perhaps he went hunting?” Whiskers twitching sympathetically, Fawnleap opened her mouth to mew a bright and understanding reply, when another voice touched her ears. Whether it was another warrior, or even Owlstar himself wondering why she was perched in his tree like some nosy apprentice, she immediately whipped around and spied the tom.
“Oh, Owlstar, there you are!” she exclaimed, dropping down from the tree in order to bound toward him, chin and tail held high and eyes glittering.
Owlstar slowly trudged back to camp. His thoughts had been too distracting for him to stay in his den any longer. Sometimes he wondered if he accidentally used his clanmates as diversions so that he could focus on the present, rather than consider the future. However, once he thankfully realized this, he made a promise to himself to begin acting more like a leader. So, he had snuck away in the morning, alone, in order to consider the future and plan for any perilous situations during the cold, harsh Leaf-Bare. In truth, it was a rather productive morning, even if it was quite lonely.
The tabby finally made his way into camp. Snow clung to the fur around how paws like the leaves on a tree during Green-Leaf. Some eyes wandered to him, and he wondered if it would have been best to come back with some prey. He mentally noted to himself that, the next time he goes out alone, he better bring home something. Before he could think much more about it, a familiar voice called out his name.
"Oh, Owlstar, there you are!"
The tom's green eyes locked onto a cream she-cat who stood near his den. He gave a friendly smile as he immediately recognized her. "Hello, Fawnleap! Is everything alright? Did I miss something important?" His eyes held a question as he watched the Medicine Cat bound from the tree she was perched on and towards him. While the worst came to mind, he looked calm and collected, as if nothing could phase him.
His voice and demeanour were calm, yet his words suggested otherwise. After all, as medicine cat, it was her job to know her patients well, even before they became patients. Her leader and deputy especially, for it was with the she held council for the health of the clan. So, at his words, she quickly shook her head and shot a reassuring smile. He was such a worrier, even when by all appearances he didn’t seem worried. Well, perhaps he wasn’t too worried, but his words suggested he might be, and he always seemed to be worrying before he became good at hiding it.
“Everything is fine, don’t you worry,” she purred gently, aiming to ease him. “Stormpaw has a bout of whitecough, but she’s strong and I have no doubt she’ll recover soon. Her fever has gone down and she’s sleeping now” Sitting down, she found her tail was still twitching somewhat with anticipation, and she curled it over her paws to keep it still before she began to launch into the reason she was seeking him out.
“I was seeking you because I was told of a cat in the twolegplace, Kai, who stocks a great many herbs and could trade them to medicine cats. If we can befriend this tom and find something to trade that works for us, he could become a very valuable ally to our clan and make leaf-bare’s a lot easier on us.” Whiskers twitching, the molly paused to let the information settle in, before straightening to make her request. “I would like to go meet this ‘Kai,’ along with an escort of course, for we know the twolegplace is unpredictable, especially with lurking rogues...”
Would he let her go? Oh, she certainly hoped he did.
Owlstar tilted his head slightly at the news of Stormpaw. Even though Fawnleap insisted the young she-cat was fine, he couldn't help but note she would be behind in her training. He silently hoped she would get better soon. He knew the effects of missing too much training. Along with that thought, an image of Minnowpaw was placed front and center in his mind, but it quickly vanished as Fawnleap continued. He noticed the Medicine Cat had sat down, and so he did the same; wrapping his striped tail around his paws.
The tabby tom listened with a focused silence at the news of a cat named Kai. Fawnleap wanted to seek this cat with a trade in order to create a larger store of herbs. Immediately, questions flew throughout his mind. He took a few long moments to think before actually voicing his concerns. "Kai sounds to be a potentially valuable ally. However, there are a few setbacks we need to consider. First of all, what would we trade him for these herbs? I don't know what we would have that would be of interest to him if he already has herbs and, most likely, a home. Second, you said 'medicine cats' as in more than one. Do you mean to say that there could be other clan cats there if we go to see him? This by itself could cause unneeded attention and conflict. Third, out of my own curiosity, who did you hear this information from?" The tom spoke quietly and slowly, allowing his worries to settle. Once he had let some time pass, he continued, "I think it could be a good idea, Fawnleap. But, are the risks greater than the reward?"
At least Owlstar was considering it. That was better than nothing. Still, she could understand his concerns, and as he listed them, she let her excitement fade away to something more serious as she nodded. She may be excitable and energetic, but she at least knew when to take things more seriously. So, she listened to each of his worries, before considering them and aiming to reply. She knew it was a risk, but then, so many things were. Fighting was a risk, tracking strange scents were a risk, and sometimes the reward was not nearly great enough. Yet these were risks they had to take, and should the leaf-bare grow much worse, or the illnesses more abundant...she didn’t want to think of that. There were some things not even her rarest herbs could cure.
“I was told the thing he likes most is catmint. Though, he may also accept honey, which is of course preferable. The first time meeting him, though, would be more so an aim to figure out what he has to offer and what he would require in return, before we consider if it is worth our while trading with him.” Then came the question of other clans, of where she got this information from. At least she had the decency to appear a tiny bit sheepish as she shifted her forepaws ever so slightly. Still, she wouldn’t let her resolve waver. She wanted to stick by her idea, if she could.
“There would be no conflict between medicine cats, I assure you...I know that Mistclan does know of this kittypet, though I do not think there will be conflict there, either. After all, it was Cinderstar herself who told me quite happily, and she even offered to show me to him, though of course I would speak with you first before even considering going, and I would not travel there without a Marshclanner by my side,” she assured her leader, before he could potentially worry she had taken the molly up on her offer.
Straightening slightly, she set her gaze upon him, gentle but certain. “I know this is a risk, but leaf-bare can be harsh, and while we are managing this season, what if next leaf-bare we face much worse? I think it is worth the risk, at the very least to investigate and find out more, if nothing else.”
Owlstar waited quietly for an answer. He felt the conversation to be productive rather than argumentive, which was, of course, a good thing. The tom was never fond of arguing due to the fact that he always seemed to buckle in at the worst times. Today was not the case. The tabby quickly abandoned these thoughts when the she-cat began to state her reasoning as to why they should take the small journey to Kai.
Owlstar took his time once more to consider his options. Fawnleap already knew what Kai would want as a trade for more herbs, which was useful. Catmint wouldn't be too hard to find and Fawnleap most likely already had some. Honey, on the other paw, would be slightly more difficult to find due to aggressive bees and the weather, but certainly not impossible. The Medicine Cat assured him that there would be no conflict between MarshClan and MistClan despite the two both knowing of a potential ally. He found it slightly odd that Cinderstar would be so willing to give up a resource like Kai in order to help another Clan. He wondered if he would have done that had he been in Cinderstar's position. Maybe if they gave us something in return, he concluded to himself.
Then, after much consideration, he gave a small nod. "Very well, I suppose it would not hurt us to investigate Kai. However, I have a few conditions. I will be traveling with you there first. I don't quite trust the situation as of yet and I'd rather not risk my warriors. Also, we will bring no gifts. It will slow us down and, for all we know, it could be some sort of trap. Especially since we're only going to Kai to meet him, I say it's better safe than sorry." He nodded once more as if reassuring himself that he made the right decision. "Right then, when would you like to leave and how long would you suspect it to take us?" Perhaps he was being slightly impulsive, but he understood how important herbs were; especially in the chilling weather of leaf-bare. Better safe than sorry, he repeated to himself once more.
That small nod was all Fawnleap needed to know Owlstar was on board, and whatever tension she held in her - which wasn’t too much - was released as a smile touched her face. Still, she waited for him to speak, ears pricked and expecting impending orders to be careful and not trust the Mistclanners too much. What she wasn’t expecting was an insistance that he personally accompany her, though she wasn’t going to argue this. Instead, she gave a slight nod of her own, also silently agreeing with not bringing a gift at first. It would be best to find out what he would wish to trade before offering something that might be more rare.
“I agree, we must act with caution, and for all we know he may take something less rare and valuable than catmint, and easier to find than honey. It’d be best to find out his lowest price, rather than bringing what may be his highest.” Tail flickering behind her, she shifted her paws a little at his question, tipping her head slightly in uncertainty as she considered. In truth, she’d never really been to the twolegplace, yet she didn’t think it was that far, was it? Of course, she knew which way to head, and it wasn’t like they had to cross all of the territories to get there.
“Perhaps we could go tomorrow?” she begun, a soft frown of thought touching her face. “I am not sure exactly how far it is, but if CInderstar was offering to take me, it can’t be too much of a journey. I’d say if we leave early, we should be home before days end, maybe even sooner than we’d think.” Flicking an ear, she cast her gaze almost absently for a moment toward where she knew the twolegplace lay, before returning her gaze to her leader. Her eyes were bright again now, and part of her wanted to leave right this second, but if the journey was longer than anticipated, she wouldn’t wish to have to stay the night in the twolegplace. What if twolegs caught them? And sure, she and Owlstar could certainly fight rogues - it helped she began her life as a warrior - but she’d rather not risk letting her guard down enough to sleep there, and travelling through the night didn’t sound fun either.