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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 8, 2017 1:12:16 GMT -5
"Alright... Well, I think I finished seperating all of the berries?" He stands and looks through the leaves once more before nodding, "I guess nothing really needs the juice right now, huh....?" He peers over at what Sageheart was doing. Maybe he could help with that later? Or maybe they'd shoo him out and he'd have to go back to his mother.
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Mar 8, 2017 12:38:19 GMT -5
Talongrasp dipped her head in greeting as Raggedwolf passed into camp and dropped his prey onto the fresh kill pile. "Plentiful hunting, I see. You have good timing Raggedwolf, I want your counsel about Sharkkit" she rasped, and gestured with her head towards the La's den, signifying that she wanted to speak to him out of the reach of prying ears.
Softwing's tail twitched excitedly, her sporadic irritation flashing away to be replaced by her normal vibrant energy. "Well what are we waiting for then, let's go!" She yowled, darting through the camp opening, her tail streaming out behind her. She didn't want to give Aspenfur any time to change his mind or think of any other terrible things that might occur to them on their way to the grasslands.
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Post by Novi on Mar 8, 2017 13:08:52 GMT -5
"No. But we can dispose of the ones that are wrinkled." Sageheart rolled the last of them onto the leaf before folding it up the way he'd done before. He wasn't too sure if Sharkkit would be capable of holding it given the kit's current size, but he could at least tag along to see where the rotten herbs were thrown. He headed out, waving with his tail to let Sharkkit know he could come too.
Raggedwolf nodded and headed to his den. He'd been watching Sharkkit as well. It appeared he was having difficulty choosing a path. Although it was a life changing choice to make. Kits didn't get much chance to experience being a guard so for the most part they had to choose between learning herbs or learning to fight, but without an introduction to the latter they may not know which one they preferred.
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 8, 2017 15:26:39 GMT -5
Sharkkit hurries to follow after Sageheart, steps turning to quick bounces as his tail straight up behind him. "Do we put all the herbs we cant keep in the same spot?"
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Shellpaw nods her head thoughtfully, "I guess wherever we end up, whether here or somewhere else..is what's supposed to happen. I'd like to stay here if we can." But she would have to accept if they couldn't.
She turns to Sloeberry after a while of admiring the sight below her mews, "Should we go back to training? As much as I would like to stay here... I don't think we can stay here forever"
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Mar 8, 2017 15:29:04 GMT -5
( Hi mike , if you're wanting to join the RP you're definitely welcome to do so, but please do not come into the thread and post random things. Either edit your post or delete it, thank you! Resolved, thank you for keeping the thread clean!) Talongrasp seated herself in a comfortable spot inside of Raggedwolf's den. "I'm sure you know just as well as I do that Sharkkit has spent his necessary time learning herbs and is ready to be made a Neo. However, he seems to have no preference for what to train under, and I'm worried his indecision will leave him trailing behind the other neos" She explained, giving preface to her concerns. "Have you had any guards who have reported the kit expressing interest in their way of life?" Normally, a kit would voice their opinion about which path they wanted to take and either she or Raggedwolf would see that they were apprenticed accordingly. But Sharkkit was making the process somewhat more difficult, jumping back and forth between one path and the other. However, there was also the fact that Talongrasp... felt a nagging presence, like a voice heard far away when the kit was in her den. She couldn't help but feel that the kit belonged with her, no matter his indecision. |
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 8, 2017 15:36:43 GMT -5
"oh uh- alright-!" Aspenfur startles as she darts off. Oh great. They were going to trip over something; but since Aspenfur didn't want to be left behind he quickly darted after her. He exaggeratedly avoids any obstacles so he doesn't fall on his face.
After a bit of travel the scenery becomes familiar to earlier and he slows down, "w-we dont need to run anymore- e-especially if we want to save our strength-"
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Mar 8, 2017 17:24:17 GMT -5
( Aspenfur finds something to worry about in everything omfg such a stark contrast against Softwing who just does whatever and assumes it will be fine )
Softwing skidded to a stop, turning her head around at the sound of Aspenfur's voice. She had gotten lost in the pleasant feeling of running through the path along the shore, the wind rushing through her fur, hearing the birds chatter as she passed by...
"Oh, yeah! I need you to show me where the birds are, anyway!" She chattered enthusiastically, facing Aspenfur expectantly. He and Sageheart had spoken of the birds together, but surely it was Aspenfur who had mentioned the ones with the long tailfeathers and bright colours, right? Or... were there ones with bright colours and then other ones with long tail feathers... She wasn't really sure, but either way she had already decided that Aspenfur must be coming out with her to show her the birds.
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Post by Novi on Mar 8, 2017 18:29:48 GMT -5
(I love the change in profile pic Cinnamon xD Makes me hungry o-o)
"No." Sageheart shook his head. He waited until they got to the spot and tossed the leftover berries into the grass. "If we let it pile up, it's not good. We have to give it a chance to decompose. Or maybe other animals will come along and take it." His whiskers twitched. "Some things, though, are toxic to other animals and so it's our responsibility to bury them to ensure nothing comes along and eats it."
"I've seen him ask plenty of times to be taken out." Raggedwolf flicked his tail. "But that's usual. A kit's curiosity knows no bounds. But the duties of a guard are more dangerous than that of shaman and so he's been refused." His whiskers twitched. Sharkkit did seem to have more difficulty in his choice than most, though. "Are the Spirits directing you to him?"
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 8, 2017 18:32:58 GMT -5
She turned to him so readily and it made Aspenfur's skin crawl a bit.
Oh. Ah. "The birds"
They'd been running all over before. Deeper in the clearing where they had shelters to dip in and out of.
"Follow..me?"
He hoped that was more confident than he felt, but he starts to lead her in, "They like stumps, logs and bushes.. I saw more of them this way when I was an apprentice"
He leads and watches the sky warily before he freezes, "Wait. Listen"
He swivels his ears slowly and ducks his head.
There. He could see the long plume of read poking above the grass. He thumps his tail against Softwing's and nods in the direction.
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Mar 9, 2017 11:32:56 GMT -5
( I thought I replied to these but I guess I didn't??? whoops)
Talongrasp nodded slowly "I believe so. But before I make an official decision, I believe I must go to the lunar spring. It is due time for me to share tongues with our ancestors regardless" she rasped thoughtfully. She normally made the trek every half moon or so, and the previous night she had noted its cut shape in the sky, beckoning to her.
"But due time for business such as that, my friend. How fares you and the guards?"
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Softwing nods, oblivious to Aspenfur's uncertainty in her excitement. She follows him eagerly, trying to keep her body low and her tail from swishing excitedly in the undergrowth. At his signal, her pupils constrict and she opens her jaw, tasting the air. Her fur prickles with excitement as she sees the bright red feathers sticking up from the tall grasses. The bird was obviously foraging, unaware of their presence a few fox lengths away.
Softwing perked her tail up, feeling the direction of the wind. She creeped through the grasses slowly, steadying her body and moving in from a location downwind from the bright bird. She could be thoughtless at times, but creeping in on birds was a practice long studied that she had mastered, moving in like silent death.
Once she neared close enough, she rushed forward, cutting off the birds sharp peals of warning with a swift bite to the neck. Around them, other birds rushed into flight, circling the sky in panicked patterns. Softwing sat back on her haunches, watching them, her eyes sparkling.
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Post by Novi on Mar 9, 2017 15:03:54 GMT -5
(No biggie. Haha)
Raggedwolf flicked his tail. "It can always be better, I suppose. Prey has started to become plentiful once more. How is Honeyflower?" His ears twitched. The tribe was low on Neos and with Sharkkit being the only new one, fresh kits was always good news. Although he wasn't a fan of the Spirits interfering with Sharkkit's choice. Even so, they may not say anything about it to Talongrasp. As Tui, it was her job to share tongues with them on a regular basis. They don't retire until after they can no longer make the swim to the lunar pool.
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Mar 9, 2017 16:26:08 GMT -5
(So if you wanted to introduce a plot, Talongrasp going to the lunar pool might be a way for her to receive a sign or something, idk. Just sticking it out there)
Talongrasp purred, thinking of the pleasant queen "She grows rounder every day. I don't believe she's far from kitting now, perhaps around the quarter moon. I'm sure she's looking forward to it, I can tell that being in the nursery isn't her most favorite thing. And thankfully her brother and the other cats have stopped pestering her about the father" she added at the end, remembering the queen's patient but firm refusal to divulge information about the kits' parentage.
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Post by Novi on Mar 9, 2017 16:51:45 GMT -5
(But first i have to think of a plot. Haha.)
Raggedwolf nodded. "That's good. At least they finally got the message." His whiskers twitched. "So you'll go tonight?" He tilted his head to one side. The sun was beginning to fall. He'd seen Aspenfur and Softwing leave. Maybe she would run into them. Knowing Softwing, she probably lost track of time. Getting caught in the dark wouldnt do Aspenfur's heart well..
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Mar 9, 2017 17:51:30 GMT -5
Talongrasp nodded, her eyes resting on the sky "Yes, I'll likely leave soon. I wanted your perspective and news before I traveled, just in case there was anything I needed to know" She meowed, dipping her head respectfully. She enjoyed the relationship between herself and the La- true, they had their differences, especially in age, but she was confident in his leadership and she considered him a friend.
Standing up, her joints giving a few cracks, she stretched and headed for the exit from his den "Things have been quiet here, but if anything happens while I'm out you can rely on Sageheart" she said, parting her way through the exit from his den. She was acutely aware after her statement left her mouth that neither of them had a Proxy at the time. She hoped perhaps that in time, the ancients would reveal to her who was destined to follow after her pawsteps.
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Post by Novi on Mar 9, 2017 20:08:11 GMT -5
(Hm...we don't have enough cats to have any sort of deadly thing >.>)
Raggedwolf dipped his head. "Of course. Take care." He settled down in his nest for a nap. He figured if anything bad were to happen, it would wake him up. Or they would go to Sageheart. Second to Talongrasp, he was the oldest shaman in the tribe. It would be interesting if Honeyflower had her kits while Talongrasp was out. Would the spirits tell her as it was happening?
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 10, 2017 2:06:58 GMT -5
(Got some nice evil cats that are dead, but no really antagonistic living cats either)
"I see..." it wasn't terribly complicated. Leaving berries and such out would be quick food for any nearby animals, which in the end could attract predators too.. and if any cat brought any prey that had eaten something weird from the pile, it could make cats sick. Right? He thinks so. "So if we cover it.." he kicks dirt onto the leaves, "This should be good?"
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Aspenfur notes that Softwing had very impeccable hunting form. He had not had many opportunities to go hunting with just her and observe, so while it isn't necessarily a surprise- she did stalk birds frequently- it was intriguing to actually see. When she actually catches the bird and sends the others into a panicked flight, he is startled by one that had been obviously hiding in the thick bushes near him. Instinctively he shoots into the air with a startled meow and lands with bristled fur.
The poor tom gawks at the sky. If he had been prepared, maybe he could have clipped it by its wing and brought it down before it could get too far... His legs lifted him quite high, now he just hoped Softwing was too busy admiring her bird to notice what had happened.
"N-nice one. See what I meant about the feathers...?" he clears his throat and takes stiffly hurries to her side, "Really pretty red."
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Mar 10, 2017 16:21:22 GMT -5
Talongrasp nodded, then set out into the middle of camp. All looked peaceful, and the setting sun cast a warm haze around the coastal camp, filling the old Tui's chest with love for her home. She nodded to Sunpaw as she passed him, his body sprawled out lazily in a patch of setting sun. Then, she began picking her way carefully towards the break on the shore which marked the location of the swim into the lunar pool. She was satisfied to see the waves creeping lower on the beach- she usually made the trips to the pool on the days when the tide was lowest, making the swim slightly less perilous.
Giving her fur a few quick licks, she steadied herself and dove beneath the waves.
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Softwing's tiny chest rumbled in a purr so heavy it nearly outmatched her heartbeat. She turned to Aspenfur, ehr pupils dialating back to their usual size.
"Yeah, isn't it great?! Imagine how cool these will look next to those little green ones I got for my nest.." She purred, studying the bird with a sort of loving satisfaction. "After I pull some of the better feathers out, do you want to share it with me? It's so big, I don't think I could eat it by myself.."
She hoped he wouldn't be put off by the suggestion. She really couldn't eat the whole thing, but she didn't want to make him feel like he couldn't hunt for himself. She was sure Aspenfur was a good warrior underneath all of his jumbles and stutters- perhaps he just needed to get out a bit more often to realize the world wasn't as scary as he thought.
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 10, 2017 21:12:00 GMT -5
Cinnamon Roll"They'll definitely pop now," he offers. He imagines both colors would really stand out against each other. Softwing would certainly look regal sitting among a brightly colored nest of feathers. "Share?" the bird was rather big. Out here in the grasslands things grew a bit bigger. Truthfully he'd feel better hunting for his own, to prove that he could do it. However, Softwing didn't look like she was offering because she thought he couldn't hunt- but did she? Had she seen him jump and thought that he was scared of birds? Surely she's seen him bring prey back before? "ahm" He'd brought back plenty. Out hunting alone he didn't have to worry about what others thought of his stance, his jitters, his large ears and short tail... out hunting alone, sure there were things to be scared about, but he could focus on the moment. "Sure" his chest is tight with worry, "But after we should hunt for some mice, Talongrasp needed mouse bile right? The stuff is always near them..." and if he managed to catch a few extra mice, it'd just be a bonus.
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Post by Novi on Mar 10, 2017 22:10:02 GMT -5
"Not always." Sageheart shook his head and began digging a hole. "Leaves can easily be brushed aside, either on purpose or accident." He pushed the leftovers into the hole before covering it back up. "At least if we bury it, we tried. If an animal goes to the effort of unburying it, then it's either desperate or stupid and it's not our fault." Once finished he glanced around. Was there anything else he could do with the kit at his side?
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 10, 2017 22:47:55 GMT -5
That also made sense. Sharkkit makes a face and digs his paw into the dirt. He'd have to work to make a hole as easily as Sageheart, but time would fix that. He'd get bigger.
"Okay. I understand Sageheart." he nudges a few leaves over the piles anyways- it looked less disturbed that way, "should we go back to camp?"
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Post by Novi on Mar 11, 2017 13:40:41 GMT -5
Sageheart nodded. "Sure." He began the trip back. He glanced down at Sharkkit. Would he get defensive if asked about his choice coming up? Well, one wouldn't know unless they try. "So...have you made a decision on which path you want to take?" Sageheart kept his voice even, but it was always an interesting thing to find out.
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 11, 2017 14:33:12 GMT -5
Sharkkit stops for a moment at the question.
What path? Shaman or warrior? Is that what Sageheart was asking?
He quickly moves to keep up with the Shaman again.
"Path? I dont know what you're talking about" the kits tone becomes a bit flippant, and if the question hadnt been asked, perhaps he'd care more.
He'd care about it later when he wasn't in a mood.
Sharkkit hated the question. His mother was aways so gentle when she asked. But the thinking about it made him doubt every path.
What if he didnt like what he chose?
He couldnt change it.
He'd disappoint himself or somebody else.
Mess up.
He shouldnt have to choose. Why was it a thing. Why couldnt he be both?
He wonders if this is what Aspenfur feels like all the time.
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Post by Novi on Mar 12, 2017 10:36:12 GMT -5
(So I guess we can choose a plot? wcrpforums.com/thread/27748/help-plots any preferences?) Sageheart shrugged. It seemed Sharkkit still wasn't sure. "Hm...well. Do you think you would be able to fight?" Typically cats who took a lesser joy in battles turned towards becoming shaman. Although they were still expected to hunt, it was better than learning how to scratch another's face off. His whiskers twitched at the thought. Even if it was for defending the clan, it was an unpleasant thing to have to do. |
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 12, 2017 16:22:18 GMT -5
(something washing up on shore could be interesting... along with the strange tides? Could make getting to the pool more difficult and/or dangerous?)
"If I was trained, I'm sure I could fight" He didn't have any siblings to play-fight with, and the apprentices only gave him so much time before they went to practice of fight someone who was more of a challenge. Sometimes he got into it- sometimes fighting put a thrill in his blood, he was eager to protect his clan and to be ambitious as a guard. Other times the thought repulsed him. He never wanted to spill blood to begin with, as a guard he was more likely to do so... if the time ever came.
In a way the choice felt obvious to him. He felt dumb for hesitating to choose. However, it was his choice to make. He wanted to choose it well, and any push towards one direction made his skin crawl and his attitude sour.
"I don't know how people make the choice so easily..." he grumbles.
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Post by Novi on Mar 12, 2017 21:09:44 GMT -5
(That could be pretty interesting. A message from the Spirits could be along the lines of "don't try coming back until we send a sign" or something)
Sageheart flicked his tail. "It's not as easy as most make it seem. When you respond to the La with your choice, you're expected to be sure of it. But the time leading up to it? Well, that's a difficult time." His whiskers twitched as he thought about his own time. Even if he was more inclined to be a shaman, he'd always wondered as a kit if he could try for a Neo and grow into it.
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 12, 2017 23:31:15 GMT -5
(which would be very jarring I imagine)
"Everyone just seems to pick. There's no... Waiting" he mumbles and paws at a rock.
"What if the choice is wrong? It's forever."
He wasn't sure he liked that.
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Post by Novi on Mar 13, 2017 12:13:17 GMT -5
(Pretty much)
"Whoever said it was forever?" Sageheart raised an eyebrow. "An unhappy guard or shaman isn't going to make a very good one. Granted, you shouldn't be bouncing back and forth between the two, but if you pick one and find yourself not liking it as much as you thought you would then there's no shame in changing. Depending on how long it took you to change, you may have quite a bit of catching up to do." His whiskers twitched. He paused in walking to look down at the kit.
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 13, 2017 14:48:34 GMT -5
But what if he was indecisive enough to almost bounce back and forth?
Sharkkit sighs, "I want my decision to be the decision. I don't want to have to change, because then I have to decide between changing or not..." He looks up at Sageheart and pauses once he notices Sageheart has.
"I don't know anyone has changed. Even Aspenfur hasn't and he's scared of being a warrior!"
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Mar 13, 2017 18:18:55 GMT -5
Softing purred, biting into the bird enthusiastically, tasting the unique texture of it's flesh.
"Well, I mean it's not like they sent us out here to find mice, but I guess we could try and catch one if we saw it..." she meowed uncertainly between bites. She wasn't sure if she could carry all the feathers she wanted to if she also had to bring mice back... and the memory of applying mouse bile to help with ticks made her shudder. Why couldn't they come up with a better solution to such a nasty task?
"Besides, don't you think it's getting kindof late?" She said, finishing her share of the bird. Her eyes looked up at the sky. Above them it was still clear, but she could see the sun starting to dip into the horizon (I have no idea if this is west coast or east coast so I won't say whether or not it's over the water lol) and the sky tinging a red, similar to the bird's crimson plumage. Her whiskers twitched mischievously, eyes darting to Aspenfur "Unless you wanted to have an adventure and hang out in the grasslands" she meows jokingly, but only half so. What if there were birds that only came out at night that she didn't know about??
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Talongrasp churned her paws through the water, feeling the familiar strong current and the sensation of rough watery pelts brushing against hers. Despite being able to see nothing beneath the churning waves, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that her ancestors guided her beneath the waves, ensuring her safe swim to the cavern below. She pushed her paws against the tunnel, steadying herself as she rose to break the surface within the underwater grotto.
Shaking the salty water from her fur, she padded forward, gazing into the starry pool, its surface shimmering like a thousand diamonds. The depth of it reached to where Talongrasp could not see, and she dare never to try to swim below it's mystifying surface.
Welcome Talongrasp.... Hello Old One.... Greetings, Tui...
A purr rumbled in Talongrasp's throat, and she stepped forward, gazing into the pool as it reflected shapes upon the craggy walls.
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Post by Novi on Mar 13, 2017 20:12:31 GMT -5
Sageheart chuckled. "I think you're overthinking this." He pressed a paw gently onto the kit's head. "Don't compare yourself to the others. Everyone's choice and the time leading up to it is different. Trust me, if you're unhappy with your choice you'll know it. And if you know it, then switching is the obvious decision." He didn't remember any other kit being so torn up about the decision, even if it was life changing.
The lunar pool's surface rippled. Naturally, the spirits gathered to watch but only one stepped out. She floated over the water, giving off a light similar to that of the moon. Littlewing's pale green eyes glowed with warmth. "Welcome back, Talongrasp." She purred. Although her voice was soft, it echoed through the cavern. She flicked her tail and the black diamond on the Tui's chest warmed. "How are things?" She tilted her head to one side.
(We can decide now. xD Haha. Any preference?)
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