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Aug 12 2017, 02:26 PM
The mission had both been a failure and a success. Crowspirit led the patrol back to ThunderClan's camp. Only one kit swung from her jaws, but it was one more than they'd had previously. They'd been found before they were able to get Arctickit unfortunately, and had only just managed to escape with Ember. Their sides were littered with wounds of varying degrees of severity. Crowspirit herself was not in dire need of medical care, but she would have new scars from the mission.

Upon entering camp, Crowspirit set Emberkit down, "Silverstar!" she yowled, then added on, "Coalstep!"

@Silverstar
Aug 8 2017, 12:59 PM
Crowspirit had never been much of a leader. She hadn't been much of a follower, though, either. She was more an independent-- she did what she pleased, regardless of others. ThunderClan's recent patrols had shifted something within her, and the leader within had been brought up front. Perhaps she wasn't the best leader, but it was certainly a new perspective of her personality.

The patrol was stationed in a treeline. The moon was just a sliver in the partially-cloudy sky, providing them good cover. The plan had been discussed earlier in the day with Silverstar; scale the building, get in through vents (what was with vents and rescuing cats?), find the nursery, get the hell out of there. Crowspirit had no doubt that once they entered the building, they would be surrounded by sleeping BloodClan cats. She hoped they would be sleeping. Part of Crowspirit wanted to know what Silverstar was thinking sending them in here. If they were caught, every single one of them would be killed. ThunderClan couldn't afford to lose a single warrior, much less four. Was this something that ThunderClan needed done, or something that Silverstar as a mother needed done? There needed to be a line drawn between business and family. Emberkit was simply not worth the risk. As heartless as it was to think, was it worse to lose one kit or four warriors?

"Gather around," she mewed, turning away from the camp.


@Duke
@Grovepaw
@southskies
@Foxpaw
Aug 2 2017, 06:19 PM
It started out as any normal day; Crowspirit woke up before dawn and left camp to avoid being put on patrols. She didn't just leave camp, she left the territory to go to her secret log. Naturally, she would sleep more once she got there. She could return to camp later with some prey and claim to have been hunting like a good little warrior. But then, that wasn't very Crowspirit-esque. The dark gray she cat never particularly cared about what others thought of her-- not because she was just that edgy and rebellious, but rather because it just seemed unimportant. Her time at the farm had given her the ability to not care about what others said. It was the only good thing she'd gotten from that place.

As Crowspirit approached her log- with Onyx flying overhead- she caught a very faint but very familiar scent. "Nelson!" she breathed, eyes widening. He.... He had come this way!

"Onyx, we have to find Nelson!" she called up to her crow friend, who responded with some rather nasty words about dogs that Crowspirit didn't feel like repeating. "Well, if you're going to be like that, you can just sit in the trees and watch!"

The newly-named warrior began following the trail quickly zigzagging in various directions, and once coming up to a tree where she could only assume there had been another Squirrel. It wasn't long before she had passed through Tallpines and came upon a row of houses. Crowspirit thought about asking Onyx to fly ahead and see if she could see Nelson, but figured the crow was in too grouchy a mood to do anything helpful. He could mope all he wanted, the damn thing.

The scent of the dog became stronger, and as it did Crowspirit's pace sped up. She moved through the backyards of the houses, eyes set on a fenced enclosure just a few down. Sure enough, her doggo friend was hanging out there.

"NELSON!!!!!" Crowspirit yowled happily, darting over to the fence but not climbing it just yet.
Jul 15 2017, 05:12 PM
Crowpaw was in the middle of camp. That much wasn't unusual. What was unusual, however, was the fact that she was spinning in circles with her eyes closed as Onyx watched from the side. The bird let out a sharp caw and Crowpaw stopped as quickly as she could, jabbing her paw straight forward to see who she was pointed at. Cindersoul. Huh. She didn't speak to him much, especially now that he was a warrior. Crowpaw didn't like warriors much, but he was just barely a warrior, so he'd be okay. She remembered training with him before, but had never gotten the courage to actually have a normal conversation with him. Well, no better time than the present! Duke would be so proud of her for making friends.

"Cindersoul!" she called, trotting over to the tom (and almost falling over in the process thanks to being dizzy.) "I need help." Crowpaw sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws. "There's this purple berry I need to find, right? Like, it's on the territory somewhere, but our territory is kind of huge, and I can't really do it alone.... that's where you come in. Wanna help me?"

Of course, anyone who wished to help would be more than welcome. The more the merrier!

@Mal @Cindersoul
Jul 7 2017, 10:25 AM
This was it. This was the moment-- the moment that all of her anxieties and obsessive worries would either come true, or show her that she had nothing to fear the entire time. Crowpaw stood outside of the entrance to camp, her daemon crow perched lightly on her shoulder. She had played out how it would happen carefully in her head; Crowpaw would walk in with him, and then she would go about her business as normal. That was it. She was an introverted cat, and making a big show out of this would be very unlike her.

Before her doubts could hold her back, Crowpaw strolled into camp, accidentally bumping Crow's head against the thorny barrier and receiving a sharp and angry squawk from him. Crowpaw tossed a glare at him over her shoulder, which she received right back, and continued on, settling at the side of camp.
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