[Hmmm... Since nobody's really in the dream to RP, I figured I'd start one here on the boards. 83]

Mousefoot stretched as he got to his paws, swiftly shaking the bits of moss from his stone-colored fur after a good night's rest. It was early, but after sunrise, and the dawn patrol should have been underway, but there were too few cats to take care of it. He trotted lightly from the den, greeting anycat he passed by on his way to the apprentices' den. Snowpaw must still be sleeping, it was still early for a young cat. The senior warrior poked his head into the smaller den, looking for the lump of white that was his to teach.

meanwhile...

Mossnose was also awakening from a good rest, but not in her den. No, she had spent the night safely sheltered in a fallen log near camp, but with so many herbs growing around it that nocat could have found her. She allowed that malevolent spark to light her otherwise soft, minty green eyes for a moment, right as a fat little vole scuttled by the log. She carefully stalked forward, her frame small enough to keep her fur from brushing the wood and making noise. As soon as she thought she was clear of the hollow tree, she sprung, but the little vole heard her tail hit the log. She had misjudged that, just a bit. Fox-dung! The warrior thought, and she lashed her tail. Half-face sat up straight and groomed her fur down a bit before proceeding to the edge of the river and staring out over Mapleclan's territory, hungry to have it.

[Half-face and Mossnose are the same cat, for those who don't know. It's her secret name she plans to use whenver she might gain Tigerstarian power.]

[Ahahaha Tigerstarian is an awesome word. :3]

Foxstar woke with a start, leaping to her paws and nearly decimating her nest in the process. She flattened her ears, once again trying to remember her nightmare and once again failing to do so. Foxstar narrowed her eyes in distaste; the same dream had been plaguing her for moons. She stalked out of her den, pausing by the Highrock to briefly stretch her legs. Her golden eyes glanced tiredly about the painfully empty camp. Tail curling in frustration, Foxstar sprinted through the cave opening and out into the morning air. She skidded to a halt just outside, comtemplating whether she should hunt alone or wait for Stormpaw. With a lash of her tail, Foxstar turned and plunged into the forest. She ran fast, leaving the after-effects of the nightmare floundering in her wake. Foxstar headed straight for the river that separated WillowClan and PineClan territory, stopping near the scent markers. The river was clear and sparkling brilliantly in the sunlight. Light flashed just beneath the surface as silver-scaled fish darted about. Sitting at the water's edge, Foxstar peered into the water, waiting for just the right moment.

Foxstar flicked her ears impatiently. She was just about to give up, when a flash of silver returned her complete attention back to the river. After waiting until nearly sunhigh, a fish had finally strayed close enough to the riverbank. That's it, just a little closer... The silvery creature was now just a mouse-length from the shore. Foxstar lashed out with her forepaw, claws sheathed. She scooped the fish out of the water and onto the rocky ground beside her. Before her prey could flop back into the river, she pounced. The fish gave a dying swipe with its tail before lying still. Foxstar picked up her prey carefully, and with a final sweep of her surroundings with her keen eyes, she padded leisurely back to camp. A sudden idea struck the tortoiseshell as she quickly buried the fish at the base of a giant pine tree. Foxstar stalked back to the riverbank, turned and began walking calmly along the rushing water. She stopped, gazing across the river to the island that was PineClan territory. Pausing for but a second, she plunged into the icy water.

[I thought I'd try RPing as Rainheart too xD]

The sun is particularly warm today... Rainheart thought as she was laying just a few fox-lengths from the Mooncave's mouth. She gazed serenely about the desert wasteland that stretched before her. A sudden sense of foreboding struck her as the deceased elder slowly got to her paws. Eyeing the sandy the terrain with suspiscion, Rainheart strode into the Mooncave. Paying no mind to her fellow warrior ancestors, she walked directly to the Moonpool. Soft white sand crunched underpaw as Rainheart sat reverently beside the miniature lake. She bowed her head, stretching down to touch her nose to the water. Rainheart's blue eyes narrowed slightly as the pool no longer reflected herself, but now showed the forest that lay just beyond the wasteland. Her suspiscion changed to worry as the Moonpool reflected Mossnose's actions. This is not good...

Rolling onto his side, Badgerstar sighs, bored. It hadn't been too long ago before he had woken up because of some somewhat odd, slightly disturbing and off dreams. He couldn't help but wonder what the dreams, rather nightmares of sorts meant. Having no medicine cat, or any other clan members besides his litter mate, Mossnose. Knowing her, she was cooking of some sort of odd concoction of ideas for what was best for the clan. Something he'd love to put into action, knowing Mossnose had very good ideas.

Sighing, he finally rolls onto his paws and pushing himself up with a soft sigh, being bored.Only if we had more cats...we could finally put plans into action. But rather then mope on the though they had no cats, Badgerstar stretches and wanders away from the entrance of camp for food and to look for his littermate.

((I know it's not the best...it's been a long time since I did any length of para rp.))