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Post by A crying Nidoking on Nov 24, 2016 14:12:23 GMT -5
Jump Into Duskenclan!
How about a little roleplay to de-stress from the holiday?
Intro to plot:
A quick but deadly bout of blackcough has swept through the clan, claiming the last life of the leader, Brackenstar, and several others, leaving the clan mostly without guidance. Flowerpelt, the half-clan deputy-now-leader is largely inexperienced and doesn't know what to do in the face of crisis, especially the one Brackenstar left behind. What will become of the clan now? Will death sweep through the clan or will they triumph in the face of adversity? Will another cat challenge Flowerpelt's right to deputyship? Will Starclan guide the clan?
Optional plot(s)
- An aging medicine cat contracts blackcough and leaves behind an apprentice as well
- Brackenstar changed his deputy to Flowerpelt right before passing away, and the cheated deputy may want revenge/asks for Starclan's guidance
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Post by A crying Nidoking on Nov 24, 2016 14:17:08 GMT -5
Starter ;;
Flowerpelt gazed at the still, now cold body of Brackenstar with wide eyes full of disbelief. He had just taken his last breath and shuddered; then was still. Flowerpelt was now the leader of Duskenclan; her heart was thumping with fear and anxiety in her chest, and her blood ran cold. What was she supposed to do now? |
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Nov 24, 2016 14:38:40 GMT -5
Morningdusk sat in the corner of the leader's den, amber eyes full of grief as he took in what was happening before him. He'd have to tell the rest of the Clan and take Flowerpelt to receive her new name and nine lives. "Will you tell them or shall I?" The small mottled tabby whispered quietly and with a new respect towards the she-cat. |
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Post by A crying Nidoking on Nov 24, 2016 14:42:33 GMT -5
Flowerpelt's empty light green gaze travelled from Brackenstar's lifeless body to the medicine cat. Her long, pale tri-color calico pelt stood on end from shock. It was several moments before she spoke. "You do it, Morningdusk," Flowerpelt croaked out. "I... I don't know how to tell them."
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Nov 24, 2016 15:00:17 GMT -5
The little tomcat nodded and staggered up to his paws, padding out of the den and into the center of the smooth stone rock in the center of the camp, "Let all cats gather for a meeting." It wasn't the usual words for a clan meeting but Morningdusk was exhausted, for he'd been treating sick cats all day, only to come to Brackenstar's death. He'd tried every herb, every treatment, but it wasn't enough to save the noble leader.
Redstripe pushed his way through the warriors den, surprised to see the mottled medicine cat upon the Smooth Stone instead of their leader or deputy. "What's going on? " He demanded, fear for Flowerpelt rippling through his body. |
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Post by A crying Nidoking on Nov 24, 2016 15:06:20 GMT -5
Flowerpelt emerged out of Brackenstar's reed den from behind the Smooth Stone. Her head hung low; she couldn't look her clan in the eye and tell them that their leader, Brackenstar, was dead. Flowerpelt knew she would have to toughen up eventually, as she was now leader, but she was too stricken to make announcements right this moment.
Falconpaw poked his ginger head out of the medicine den, where he had been confined due to his blackcough. Another cat has died, he feared silently. He felt a tightness in his chest and throat before ducking back inside to hack and cough loudly. Falconpaw collapsed back onto his nest, breathing heavily and faint with exertion.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Nov 24, 2016 15:31:42 GMT -5
"Cats of DuskenClan, our leader... Brackenstar has passed on to join the ranks of StarClan. From..this moment forward, Flowerpelt will be the new leader of DuskenClan." Morningdusk paused to look up at the setting stun. "His vigil will begin at sundown." The medicine cat then signaled with his tail for Redstripe to follow him to fetch their leader and pull him into the center of the camp.
Redstripe followed, looking over at Flowerpelt as he did so. She looked so distraught, he'd have to talk to her when he was finished helping the medicine cat, make sure she was alright. |
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Post by A crying Nidoking on Nov 24, 2016 15:42:45 GMT -5
Flowerpelt stood and tried to make eye contact with Duskenclan - now her clan to guide and lead until her last life. Should she make the journey to the sacred Moonriver tonight, or the night after? Would Morningdusk want to rest? Would she be able to eat anything? Dazed and overwhelmed, Flowerpelt stumbled nearer to the center of the clearing to await Brackenstar's body and vigil.
In his nest, Falconpaw could hear the medicine cat's announcement. The ginger and white apprentice curled tighter into himself and shut his eyes tight. He felt sorrow for the leader; what was Duskenclan going to do now? But he also feared for himself. I don't want to die... I don't want to die.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Nov 24, 2016 16:26:43 GMT -5
Morningdusk instructed Redstripe to pull Brackenstar into the clearing while he went to go fetch some lavender and mint. As he entered the medicine den, Morningdusk went ahead to check on Falconpaw. "Feeling any better or should I fetch you some more catmint?" The tom quiered while laying an ear to the young apprentice chest. He wasn't wheezing as heavily anymore but it was still faint. "I'll be right back Falconpaw." |
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Post by A crying Nidoking on Nov 24, 2016 16:59:21 GMT -5
Falconpaw had sat still while Morningdusk had listened to his chest. His blue eyes stared off into nothingness, but not out of sickness; he was worried about his other clanmates contracting his disease. "Thanks, Morningdusk," Falconpaw croaked out. The poor apprentice could feel the congestion inside his chest as he breathed; he likened it to a wad of damp leaves stuck inside his body.
Flowerpelt knew she had to console the clan, despite the current situation. Every clanmate was at risk of contracting the cough, herself included. But there had to be an upside, right? She just couldn't think of one. Defeated, Flowerpelt turned her face to the darkening sky and sighed.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Nov 25, 2016 0:07:15 GMT -5
Morningdusk returned to the young apprentice, dropping a was of dripping moss and catmint in front of his best. "Is there anything else you need? Have you eaten?"
Redstripe silently padded over to Flowerpelt, hesitating before approaching the faraway she-cat by touching his nose to her shoulder comfortingly. "Are you nervous?"
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Post by RQuasar on Nov 25, 2016 0:14:07 GMT -5
Tinykit curled close to her mother, Amberpool, her amber eyes wide with fear. The little white-cream kit and her mother both carried the blackcough, and it was obvious it had destroyed them. Amberpool, a pure cream she-cat with green eyes, had gotten blackcough only a week after her kits were born, and had spread it to the already weak litter. Having had five kits, she'd lost four and all she had was the runt of her litter, Tinykit. The little she-kit was sick with blackcough too, but both she-cats had been getting better. Currently sitting on the edge of the camp, the cream queen bent down to lick her kits head, though her eyes and mind were distant and glazed with grief. She'd grown unresponsive to everything but her little girls cries of hunger, pain, and sadness.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Nov 25, 2016 13:30:41 GMT -5
Morningdusk hadn't forgotten about Amberpool and Tinykit, bringing the extra catmint and miss two the two she-cats. "Should I bring some more fresh-kill for you as well?" The medicine cat, rubbing his tiny paw over the little kits chest soothingly.
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