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MOON 02. (New Leaf.)

Honeyspot, Embersight, and Robinbrain took a sunbath and had a little small talk. ↷

. "How is Sandburn doing, Embersight?" The three cats sat under the mid-day sun just outside of camp. The refreshing breeze resulted in the soft clanking of strung-together shells behind them that hung from the top of the rocky camp entrance. Embersight lay in between the two with his flank to his right. His tail brushed the warm sand as it swayed to and fro. "Great," he purred, "very busy feeding Littlekit unnecessary tales of RubbleClan." A chortle puffed through Robinbrain's maw. She was to Embersight's right and curled within herself. Her chest fell up and down with a rhythm. Sleep was nipping at her paws thanks to that hefty fish she had for her afternoon meal. "That's great," mewed Honeyspot from Embersight's left. She lay in a loaf position with her paws tucked neatly beneath her chest. Her eyes remained half-closed as she spoke. "I haven't seen them in my den for a few moons." Embersight purred. "I'm glad," he said between the rumbling within his throat. "No offense, of course," he added with a flick of his tail. "None taken," Honeyspot assured. Her ears pushed themselves to her right to take in the singing of the birds that new-leaf brought. "The song birds always bring good fortune," she reported. "I'm glad that new-leaf is here," Embersight agreed. "The first moon of it flew by." "Indeed," Honeyspot echoed. "It seems to be taking a toll on our dear deputy," the she-cat chuckled at the sight of Robinbrain. Her lack of response let Honeyspot note her rest. His rumbly purrs continued between Embersight's words; "It's good for her. I ought to wake her soon, though," he decided before standing up and stretching. A large yawn revealed his yellow-stained teeth. He sat and began to wash himself, "she said that she was going to lead a hunting patrol at sunhigh." Honeyspot allowed silence to lay in the air between the three as Embersight washed and Robinbrain slept. It was not until she, too, began to wash at her chest that Embersight spoke: "Make sure to grab something from the fresh-kill pile on your way back to your den." The herbalist purred in acknowledgement of the warrior's reminder before rising to her paws. "You'd better wake Robinbrain," she mewed with amusement in her tone. She studied the deputy's fur for a moment as it rose and fell before swiveling to the camp's entrance. "I will," Embersight meowed as Honeyspot pushed through the shells. The flick of her tail assured Embersight that she had heard him. He turned to Robinbrain and prodded her with a sheathed toe. "Wake up," Embersight mewed with a soft undertone, "it's almost sunhigh. Did you forget about your hunting patrol?" A grunt from Robinbrain resulted in a chuckle from Embersight. "I'll meet you inside," he meowed, "with the cats that you requested earlier this morning. Don't be late," he jested as he stalked into the clearing of the camp.

After the Clan finds a strange two-leg object, Furzenudge notes that Owlheart has been a little too fascinated with it. ↷

. "I don't know," Furzenudge mewed. She sat with her tail curled over her mits. Hidden by the thick fur of her tail were her paws that nervously dug at the sand beneath them, "he just can't keep his eyes off of it." Shadowstar nodded at Furzenudge as she rambled on about Owlheart's odd fascination regarding the two-leg object that yesterday's dawn patrol had brought back. As the elder continued her incoherent venting, Shadowstar gazed over her shoulder in the direction of Owlheart who, sure enough, was hunched over the object and sniffing at it. "Furzenudge," Shadowstar interrupted, "would you relay this information to Robinbrain?" He rose to his paws and began stalking past the elder and into the clearing. "I'm going to talk to Owlheart about it." "Oh," Furzenudge squeaked, "of course, Shadowstar." Shadowstar had already escaped earshot of the elder when she began calling for the deputy. "Owlheart," the leader mewed once he was a few fox-lengths away from the mediator, "a word?" He sat to his left with the tip of his tail flicking to the right of his haunches. "Of course," Owlheart mewed as he looked up from the object. "Is everything okay?" He asked with a flick of his ear. He could not help but feel as though Shadowstar's eyes were sharp claws that dug through his own when they met. Shadowstar nodded, which resulted in a relieved sigh of Owlheart. "You seem to be rather interested in this two-leg trash. What's peaking your curiosity?" He gazed upon the small object. It was a half circle connected to the end of a straight line and sharp at the end. Despite being crafted of metal, it was a deep green color. Owlheart followed the leader's gaze and studied the object, once again, from where he sat; "We see these things along the shoreline constantly. It makes me feel like they're a blessing in disguise from StarClan, like we should be putting them to a use of some sort." Shadowstar followed Owlheart's paw as he curled a singular claw into the loop of the object and brought it to his face. It dangled before his nose as he sniffed it yet again. With a disapproving snort, Shadowstar asked: "What use would these objects hold for us? StarClan is usually direct about blessings, if any. You should speak with Honeyspot before making claims about our ancestor's motives." Owlheart refrained from answering. He grasped the circular part of the object with two toes and brought it to his left ear. "What are you doing?" Shadowstar asked. His tail had begun swaying from side to side and his eyebrows furrowed. Owlheart closed his eyes and inhaled a sharp bout of air. With a swift motion, he pushed the sharp end of the circle into the bottom of his ear. It pierced through the thin flesh and came out the other side of his ear. He exhaled through his maw and met Shadowstar's claw-like gaze once again with a nervous smile; "Maybe they can act as a sort of accessory," he mewed with twitching whiskers. Shadowstar stared for a moment that Owlheart could have sworn was an entire moon. "Go to Honeyspot's den," he finally ordered, "and clean yourself up." Owlheart read his expression as angered, but his tone lacked emotion. "I respect your outlook on these strange objects," he continued as he stood, "but you should have consulted with an herbalist before doing something in the name of StarClan." "Yes, Shadowstar," Owlheart dipped his head obediently. He got to his paws and padded across the clearing to the herbalist den. He flicked his left ear - It felt heavier. "But the deep green compliments my pelt quite nicely," he boasted to himself. With a prideful smile painted across his maw, he slipped into Honeyspot's den. "Voledash will love this!"

AUTHOR NOTES. ↷

couple new kitty mentions this post! hope yall like it :3 also sorry for disappearing for two weeks (itll happen again) owlheart is totally a favorite of mine out of the characters introduced thus far hehehe Last Moon, Next Moon, Beginning.

#coastclanupdates #honeyspot #embersight #robinbrain #furzenudge #owlheart #erin hunter warriors #warrior cats #warriors #writing

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MOON 01. (New Leaf.)

Robinbrain swaps favorite prey with Littlekit. ↷

. "Littlekit!" Littlekit lifted his head up from the small, scarlet-colored crab that lay between his paws. Robinbrain was striding over to him with a small gull that lay limp in her maw. With a purr between the feathers of the bird, she sat. She bent her head down and placed the piece of prey between the two of them. "What have you got there?" She asked with a tilt of her head. She pawed at the crab in front of Littlekit as he opened his mouth to speak. "A crab," he mewed, watching the deputy paw at the claw of the dead crustacean. Robinbrain gave a nod, "what kind of crab?" Littlekit looked down at the crab as Robinbrain fidgeted with its appendage. He studied its color, which was a deep scarlet, and noted the significantly larger claw that it had in comparison to the other. "One-clawed crab," Littlewave answered with a flick of his ear. His eyes met Robinbrain's which sparkled. "Indeed it is!" The deputy praised, "and a little fishy told me that you don't care for one-clawed crabs." Littlekit's looked away, his cheeks blooming a red and he heaved a sigh. "I don't mean to be picky," he admitted, "but they're so... icky." Robinbrain chuckled, amused by the kit's embarrassment. She thought that Littlekit would make a fine warrior of CoastClan one day if he thought that having a favorite piece of prey was being picky - She begged others for one-clawed crabs all of the time! "Well, then," Robinbrain mewed, "would you like to trade?" She got to her paws and nudged the sea bird in Littlekit's direction with her nose. "Gull's are too feathery for me." Littlekit blinked, seemingly indebted to the deputy for an act she saw nothing more as friendly. "Are you sure?" "Very," Robinbrain assured. She took the crab by its enlarged claw with her teeth. She laid beside Littlekit and held the crab between both paws. "Enjoy!" She purred before beginning to gnaw upon the shell of the crab. A small smile drew upon Littlekit's lips and he reached forward for the gull. He copied the deputy's posture and let his back legs lay flat behind him with the bird limp between his paws. The two ate alongside one another and proceeded to share tongues once their meals had been consumed.

Honeyspot draws a pretty symbol in the sand that Robinbrain makes sure not to mess up. ↷

. A collage of different materials lay intricately in front of the elder's den. The sand was run through with a claw and seemed to shape some sort of rune; a straight line with two triangles symmetrically drawn at the top of the line. Four pebbles lay at the north, east, south, and west sides of the shape. Robinbrain had just returned from a border patrol. She ducked through the shells that hung strung together at the entrance of camp and padded across the clearing to deliver a report to Shadowstar. That was until something caught her eye. The symbol protected by four pebbles held its shape as Robinbrain bent down to sniff it. She sat and craned her neck, scanning the clearing of the camp from the front of the elder's den. "I know who's work this is," thought Robinbrain. She caught eye of the CoastClan herbalist; Honeyspot lay beside a senior warrior whose expression went sour as a green paste sat atop their outstretched thigh. Her thin tail swayed at the tip as she reassured the cat of her work's validity. "Honespot," Robinbrain meowed over her shoulder. The herbalist met the deputy's curious gaze, instructed the senior warrior to stay where they lay, then padded over to Robinbrain. "Yes?" Honeyspot sat beside Robinbrain and in front of the collage in the sand. Her tail draped over her paws, and she blinked once at the she-cat. "What's this?" asked Robinbrain. She ushered a paw in the direction of the sand art. "I see them all over camp." "A symbol of protection," Honeyspot answered. "The elders have been catching a plethora of small, physical inconveniences." She flexed a claw and pointed it at the top pebble, "these pebbles encapsule the symbol and protect it from evil only StarClan can see." "Huh," Robinbrain acknowledged. "I see." "Herbalist nonsense," Honeyspot retorted with a flick of her tail. "No," Robinbrain meowed and looked up from the symbol to meet Honeyspot's colbalt-blue eyes. "They're important," she assured, "to the safety of CoastClan. Thank you for keeping up with them." A purr rumbled from Honeyspot's chest. "I'm glad that somebody takes it into account," she smiled as she got to her paws. "I best get back to Condortail." Robinbrain nodded. "I'd like to know the meanings of the rest of your symbols," she purred as she, too, stood. "Whenever you have some spare time." "Spare time isn't in my vocabulary as an herbalist, Robinbrain," Honeyspot tittered. "I can multitask, though. Come by my den sometime," she winked before stalking over to Condortail's side again. Robinbrain chuckled. She watched the herbalist shape into a loaf beside the senior warrior and supervise the now dry paste upon their thigh. She then padded off to Shadowstar's den to report her findings on the sunhigh border patrol with a furthered respect for the job of a medic.

Honeyspot feels a presence join her while on a solo herb patrol, but it leaves as quickly as it came. ↷

. It was moonhigh and Honeyspot was padding along the edge of the Small Pond in search of borage. The Small Pond was renowned throughout CoastClan for its borage and chervil population, though Honeyspot was struggling to come across either. "Perhaps it's time to head back," Honeyspot finally decided. With an annoyed flick of her tail, she swiveled and began her wander home. As she retraced her pawsteps, Honeyspot's gaze trailed along the edge of the pond. Small pebbles lay wet from the water that rippled ever so often due to mosquitos landing on its surface. Almost naturally, the pebbles she noted as she stalked shifted into stars on a path of unearthly teal. Upon noticing, Honeyspot blinked in an attempt to ground herself, though the trail of stars beyond continued. She pursued the wavy series of stars to a small patch of dewy, green borage stems with plump blue petals where an otherworldly feline sat. A subtle smile pulled at Honeyspot's lips. The starry molly's pelt was a gentle grey with a darker hue of stripes on her face and tail. Her front paw that sparkled white gestured at the borage and her chest sank humbly. Before Honeyspot's gratitude could escape her throat in the form of a purr, the StarClan cat had vanished as if never there. Honeyspot lifted her chin to the sky and meowed, "thank you." The herbalist harvested the mature borage flowers and kept the bunch together in her maw. As she padded toward the Bending Birches, she stopped beneath the arch, looked up at the sky through the web of tree branches, and purred. "It's nice to know that you're keeping up with us, Dolphinpelt," she meowed through the borage before returning her gaze to the ocean and following the stars back to CoastClan's camp.

AUTHOR NOTES. ↷

first post! hope yall like it hehe robinbrain got a lot of action this moon Last Moon, Next Moon, Beginning.

#coastclanupdates #robinbrain #littlewave #honeyspot #warriors #warrior cats #erin hunter warriors

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