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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Aug 16, 2017 14:58:32 GMT -5
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Let me know if anyone wants my characters! I have many, it's going to take me a while to wrangle a starter for everyone one in each clan but I will do so c:
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Aug 16, 2017 15:31:52 GMT -5
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Monarch and Grey works for me!
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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Aug 16, 2017 15:54:44 GMT -5
t o f u l e a p && s k u n k c l a w
-- whisperclan --
Stretching out her small body, the sweet little she-cat shook out her fur. Her day started as normal, waking up in her own home. She'd greet her humans and then venture out for the day, headed to her second home of WhisperClan. They'd let her stay, being a daylight soldier. She loved it. The little collar she managed to slip on and off her head had a cute little bell attached. It rang as she bounced over to her humans, a little boy and a little girl, twins. They ran their fingers through her fur, untangling the grey and white mix of colors. She was always a restless sleeper. Tofuleap then made her way to the front door, slipping out through her cat door and hopping up onto the fence. The yard was surrounded in a dark oak fence which had wonderful smelling flowers around it. It was one of her favorite places to come to when she was an actual house cat. Her stomach rumbled, but she decided to just catch something as she got to the camp.
Leaping down, the she-cat took off her color and then ran, heading to the WhisperClan camp. She was careful when she got to the border of the WhisperClan cats and the FaithClan cats, but she was quick. She bolted into her Clans territory before slowing. New scents flew into her nose. The girl picked out certain scents, one catching her interest. Some sort of ground animal. Mouse? No.. Vole. Dropping into an immediate hunting stance, she crept forward. When the creature came into view, she leapt and caught it. She figured she could give it to Fawnspots or a retiree.
Finally, she made it to the building of which her Clan lived. She padded inside, nodding a greeting to the cats who were walking in and out. She set her vole down onto the ground near the nursery, an offering to Fawnspots. When she turned her head, she noticed a tom whom she usually talked too. "Skunkclaw!" She waved her tail, purring.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Aug 16, 2017 15:58:56 GMT -5
[ Ooc: ] Im almost done with my charries.
[ Rp: ]
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Aug 16, 2017 16:05:13 GMT -5
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Alright I'm going to do a massive segmented starter post for every one of my characters in both clans and you can interact with them as you wish! c: easier for me so it's just one big ol post yknow
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Post by exceed on Aug 16, 2017 16:11:34 GMT -5
(( im havin nettle get the kiddos up bc she wants to spend time with them and,,,, fawnspots and tallwind can enter and ruin everything for nettle aaaaa
posting rly soon ive finished ))
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also, for damp, here's my relations/etc!
WHISPERCLAN;;
Tallwind & Fawnspots are mates
Nettleheart & Fawnspots are ex-mates
Rivernose & Ripplefoot are siblings
Nettleheart + Fawnspots(biological mother) = Shadepaw, Stormpaw, Birchpaw, Bumblepaw
FAITHCLAN;;
Fogpelt + Fernstep = Sagebreeze, Ivythroat
Oaksplash is the cousin of Sagebreeze & Ivythroat
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Post by exceed on Aug 16, 2017 16:12:16 GMT -5
f a i t h c l a n - - koisplash Being a soldier was...refreshing, even to this day. Despite the tension, despite the Clans being against each other- she thrived in this, and it was what she had needed. Leaving her owners with the kids that had chased her, leaving the gossiping Twolegplace cats behind, Koisplash was still enjoying her freedom after the many moons she had been gone.
The only thing she disliked were daylight soldiers she recognized- what if they saw her, what if they recognized her past? It was enough to set her fur on edge, that was for sure.
Stretching herself out, the calico yawned and stepped out of their den, making her way over to the freshkill pile as her tail waved. She had been out running the territory for the past few days, too busy to stop by the camp often- she had heard that there was a new daylight warrior, but nothing more. Soon enough, it seemed like their camp would overflow with them, but...
Koisplash sighed, shook her head and grabbed a piece of prey, settling down at the edge of camp to watch everyone awake and eat in peace.
If there was such a thing as peace.
w h i s p e r c l a n - - stormpaw & nettleheart
"Stormpaw?"
"Hnn?" The tired cadet curled up more at her name being called until a paw poked her and she startled awake, frowning at her second mother in front of her. "Mom?"
"You need to get up," Nettleheart purred, warmth and pride in her tone. It was clear that she absolutely loved her kits- and as she nudged Stormpaw awake, her smile was deep and true. Despite her love for them, Stormpaw couldn't help but look around- was Fawnspots anywhere near? Tallwind?
No. Good. They'd be in a verbal fight before she could say hello.
"I don't need to get up yet, Bumblepaw and Birchpaw are still sleeping," she mumbled. "Why do I have to get up?"
"You know I don't get to spend much time with you all now that you're training hard to become soldiers," her mother meowed, licking her fur down as she spluttered and tried to move back. "Can't I just want to spend some time with my wonderful kits?"
It warmed her heart to hear that, even if Stormpaw knew she and her other mother weren't getting back together any time soon. Shadepaw, her mind whispered, and she tensed a bit- remembering the screaming match she and Fawnspots had been in a moon or two ago in front of the whole clan. The whole clan.
Yeah, there's no chance. Her heart sank even as her mother started to get her brothers up to spend time with them.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Aug 16, 2017 16:26:15 GMT -5
[ Ooc: ] Okay all my cats are done, should i wait till my cats are added to rp?
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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Aug 16, 2017 16:40:06 GMT -5
f a i t h c l a n -- nutmegdash
It was different, living in two places. First was her dear home, where she lived with her boy and his family. She did love them dearly, as they were her first friends, the first.. creatures.. she could trust. They fed her, pet her, brushed her, took care of her.. she loved them with all her heart. Never once had they done anything to hurt her.
But that all changed the day she had met that strange cat.. the she by the name of Mayo. The cat had intrigued her, even though she'd seemed very spoiled and shy. Of course, Nutmeg would be bouncy and peppy, she was always like that. It was her nature and usually cats would be okay with that.
Nutmeg had learned about the mysterious clans living in the abandoned city, but she'd always thought it was a myth. Who ever heard of cats eating bones and fighting one another? It was nothing she wanted to be a part of, at least back then. She had been comfy in her home life. But the day she met the other daylight warrior had changed her- for the better? He'd shown her the camp, how it worked and she even met the general. That was the day she committed to the Clan and became a daylight soldier.
She'd woken up early to get a head start out to the clan, and when she arrived she was greeted with some friendly mewing and a few sips of other cats heads. She noticed a few cats who were sitting down and chilling out, eating prey and just talking. It was a peaceful scene, making her more confident on her choice of becoming a soldier. Out of the corner of her eye, the brown daylight soldier spotted a familiar pattern and color, a familiar face. Realization hit her, brightening her eyes. "Mayo?"
Her eyes lit up as she bounced over to the she-cat, purring. "The other cats told me that you must have come here! I can't believe they were right! How are you? How did you end up here? What's your soldier name?" she took a deep breath before sitting down and curling her fluffy tail over her paws. "Wow, we're in the same Clan!"
w h i s p e r c l a n -- bumblepaw && birchpaw
bumblepaw --
In his dream, he was running through the WhisperClan territory, chasing after a random pack of dogs that had entered. He had yowled at them to get out, chasing after them. His claws were at the ready, it was exciting. He panted heavily, but that didn't stop him. He couldn't be stopped. He finally got them out, then returned to camp. Monarchstar was all over congratulating him, giving him his full soldier name. "Bumblesting! Bumblesting.. Stormpaw?" A voice cut into his dream, causing him to groggily open his eyes. He could only make out the figures who were standing there, but he recognized the voice of his sister and of his mother, Nettleheart. Well, second mother. Fawnspots was their biological mother. He adored both of them, but hated the fighting that went on.
"Nettleheart..?" He mewed, carefully lifting his head and tilting hit a bit. He then reached over and kicked his brother, Birchpaw, in the back to wake him up. "Is Fawnspots here too?" Bad question. He shook his head and got up, stretching out. "Is the dawn patrol even out yet?" his whiskers twitched a bit as he stepped over a few apprentices, sitting next to his sister and giving her fur a few licks. "Why are we up?"
birchpaw --
A swift and hard kick from his brother, Bumblepaw, was enough to kickstart this boy into motion. Annoyance gripped his gaze as he opened his heavy eyelids and glared over. However, when he saw Nettleheart, they brightened. "Nettleheart!" he purred, getting up quickly and scrambling over, brushing against her chest. He really did love his mothers. "Oo! Can we go hunting?" He asked, his eyes bright with excitement.
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Post by exceed on Aug 16, 2017 17:12:05 GMT -5
screams
AM HOW DO YOU DO SCROLL BARS IM DYING
f a i t h c l a n - - koisplashMayo?
StarClan, no, she thought with a groan. I thought I was done with this. Who is it-
It was the cat who she had met as a young cat and promptly forgotten her name, only remembering that she was so upbeat and cheery and loved the people she stayed with so much that it made her head hurt already. So chatty, so excited- it was enough to make her scream.
"It's not Mayo," she snapped, tail lashing after she finished off her piece of prey. "Don't call me that. My name is Koisplash." Of course Koisplash's fur was bristling- how dare she? Of course, it wasn't like she knew, but...she had known that she didn't like her people. Everyone at the Twolegplace knew that she hated the ones she stayed with, that was why she left!
And, as fate decreed, this one had to be in FaithClan with her.
"Go away," she grumbled, standing up and moving away from the brown-furred daylight soldier. "Go find whoever was assigned to take you around the territory, if you have anyone. Stop talking to me." Koisplash had to get this one as far away from her as possible for her own peace of mind, or else she would be driven insane within a few days. Her body posture screamed tense, her eyes put out a sense of stay away, and either this cat took note and kept back or ignored it and kept coming along.
Please, let her go away.
w h i s p e r c l a n - - stormpaw & nettleheart
Stormpaw purred lightly as her brothers got up and made their way to where she and her mother were sitting, although she kept dodging Nettleheart's loving attempts at cleaning. "I'm pretty sure the dawn patrol's already left." At her mother's nod she hummed a bit and gave a few licks to her siblings, keeping them close.
They needed that sense of family more than ever, with Shadepaw gone.
Nettleheart was now cleaning Bumblepaw before she sat back and purred, giving a proud look to the three of them that made Stormpaw smile. "I don't think your mentors would want that, but I could accompany one of you on hunting if you'd wish." She laughed quietly before focusing back on Bumblepaw, her tail curled elegantly around her paws- she was definitely a graceful cat, especially while fighting, and Bumblepaw was her pride and joy- training to become a combatant, just like her.
"How has your training been going?" Her voice was soft as her gaze swept over the three of them, quiet to not wake any more cats.
"I've been learning how to catch some of the more difficult prey," Stormpaw chirped, excited to tell her. She mostly spent her time around Fawnspots and Tallwind- getting to speak to Nettleheart was wonderful, rather than only seeing her and Fawnspots at the same place bickering.
"That's wonderful!" Her eyes said all of her emotions, making Stormpaw beam. "Tallwind...." In an instant, her face changed from proud to something between disgust and anger. It was just her luck that her mentor had to be her mother's new mate, wasn't it? "He must be a good teacher," she finished, scowling slightly but turning to Bumblepaw and Birchpaw with a smile that was just a bit less radiant- something hard to find on her face these days. "How is your training going?"
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Aug 16, 2017 17:25:27 GMT -5
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SORRY BABY IM TRYING TO WRITE MY HUGE STARTER POST i'll just insert it into your code wait until I send up my starter and I'll do that for ya c:
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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Aug 16, 2017 17:50:16 GMT -5
f a i t h c l a n -- nutmegdash
Hearing the annoyance come from the she-cat honestly shocked poor little Nutmegdash. She really wasn't expecting the harshness of the tone. So what if she called her Mayo? Koisplash? She thought that cats just added on a suffix if they were daylight soldiers? Was Mayo.. er.. Koisplash not a daylight soldier? A bit of hurt shone in her eyes, but she pushed past that and nodded. "I'm sorry," she chirped, her tail flicking at the end. "Well, May- I mean.. Koisplash. It's nice to see you're doing okay. The other cats had rumors, but I didn't really believe them," she nodded, relaxing once again. The way this she-cat had snapped had really spooked her.
When Koisplash told her to go away, she huffed in annoyance and shook her head. "No! I'm a member of this Clan now, and I want to speak to you. Plus, the cat told me to meet and talk to some cats around here, get myself acquainted. So I'm deciding to talk to you." Nutmegdash purred, gazing at the she-cat who laid across from her.
"Please? At least for a little bit?"
w h i s p e r c l a n -- bumblepaw && birchpaw
When Nettleheart started grooming him, Bumblepaw let out an annoyed little huff, shaking his head. "Nettleheart.." he murmured, his tail flicking. In reality, he did love to affection he received from her. Both him and Birchpaw did. After Shadepaw had died, it really had struck them all hard. They had been a pretty close family, but her death had shook them all. It had made Nettleheart and Fawnspots fight even more.
"Training is going so well!" Bumblepaw piped up, his tail waving happily. "You should totally tag along!" Birchpaw chimed in, purring loudly. The brothers were even close, both very protective over Stormpaw. Their sister was very important to them.
"Fawnspots got upset the other day when I came back with a scratch. But, she's kinda over protective, I was fine!" Bumblepaw huffed a bit, chuckling. "We should probably get out of here though, other apprentices are sleeping." He murmured, nodding to his brother and sister before brushing past Nettleheart and out of the den. He sat down outside and licked his paw, bringing it over his ear quickly, shaking his head a bit.
Birchpaw followed and then perched himself beside Bumblepaw, waiting for their sister. "I wonder what we'll be doing in training today." Bumblepaw murmured gently, his tail curling tightly across his paws.: images not mine : |
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Aug 16, 2017 18:10:02 GMT -5
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lol im so sorry but I'm still typing my starter, it's literally every one of my characters and it's like two paragraphs each HAAA- feel free to respond to them after I type woo boy, almost done!
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Post by exceed on Aug 16, 2017 18:20:38 GMT -5
f a i t h c l a n - - koisplash Well, then. Wasn't this a joy.
Her tail lashed, but it slowly calmed down. If she was willing to call her by her proper name, despite a few slip-ups, she guessed she could at least try to be someone approachable. It wasn't as if she had to be friendly like the cat in front of her, but she could answer questions. It wasn't as if she talked to anyone enough to be friends, anyways.
She had grown, after all. She couldn't always get mad at those who didn't understand.
"Fine, if you want," Koisplash eventually sighed, tail flicking as her face showed something of muted distaste. "If you haven't eaten, either grab something from the freshkill pile or we'll go hunting if you need any help with that." She wasn't speaking in anything near warmth, but it was a clear olive branch extended- neutrality.
She looked around at the camp- dipping her head to some, smiling thinly at some of the younger cats there, before turning back to the new daylight warrior and frowning just a bit. "What's your name?" It wasn't as if she was going to try and hide that she didn't even know her prefix- she wasn't a liar. The calico merely watched more, her eyes blinking slowly while she waited for an answer.
Hopefully this one could understand that she wanted shorter answers?
w h i s p e r c l a n - - stormpaw, nettleheart & tallwind
Nettleheart followed her kits out with a rumbling purr, eventually sitting back down once they were a ways away and kept her kits close. "A scratch is certainly nothing to be worried about, Bumblepaw. She's so protective- the way she treats you all is like glass! You won't break!" Her slight anger at their other mother showing, Stormpaw started rambling for a bit- after all, it distracted the dark tabby well.
"So, um, you know Alexleap, right?" At her mom's nod she smiled and kept going, a paw moving around for emphasis. "He ended up getting stuck somewhere on the territory, apparently, and- I mean, I get stuck sometimes but not for that long, but he got really stuck and the two cats on the patrol with him took forever to get him out! I saw him on the way back to camp yesterday after training and he looked like he'd just been in a fight."
At her mother's purr, she knew she had gotten her mind off of Fawnspots, but at a turn of the head a growl started rumbling in her chest and of course, Stormpaw thought, they had to arrive just now.
Her mentor, Tallwind- their sort-of father now, someone that she pleasantly found likable- was padding towards them with Fawnspots in tow. She looked between them and Nettleheart (growling, claws out, a cat that nobody wanted to mess with ) and could only make a sad sound as she wilted next to her brothers. Her glance towards Birchpaw was a cry for help- they needed to stop the incoming disaster.
"Nettleheart." Tallwind was polite, a true gentleman- one to capture Fawnspots' heart so soon after she and Nettleheart had split. "How are you today?"
"Not doing well with you two here," she grumbled, glaring at the two of them. Tallwind could only sigh and look back at Fawnspots, who finally caught up to him. "Can't I just spend time with my kits without you two barging in?"
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Aug 16, 2017 18:27:55 GMT -5
WHISPERCLAN
Monarchstar // Clan Camp
Leaders before her often kept their personal grace of presence within the ease and comfort of their closet, nest-scraps cushioning their body, musing about whatever they did back then. Monarchstar was not such a sort. She felt much more comforted in the swell of activity of her clan, the clan she was now in charge of- as of now, having only been in a position of such leadership for 2 moons. The calico had always a particular interest in Whisperclan's workings, but her new station required even more so from her.
Sitting perched at the edge of the torn, dull sofa's arm, her curl-bristled coat bore the miscellaneous scars of her life, red star like blood splatter upon her white shoulder, a badge upon a regal cape- and she watched. Her bright golden eyes burned soft in her angular face as she kept careful eye upon her clanmates as they milled about, each bearing their own badges of existence in this world. Her tail flicked gently in greeting at Tofuleap's entrance, the plays of a smile upon her lip to see such energy in a land like this. One could call Monarchstar a much more optimistic and clear-minded general compared to those before her. The relaxation of her graceful figure indicated her openness to be spoken to, large ears perked for disturbance or calls of her name so she may not miss a crucial part of living. And, to her, that was everything from the smallest shift of fur to the sharpest yowl, for all of it was her's and her's to protect and nurture as their prey dwindled, their coats dull, eyes riddled with sadness at the frequent sickness of the clan. But they were strong, they could make it work.
Blue-eye // Clan Camp
There was another who's eye was just as keen and sharp with watchful attentiveness as Whisperclan's leader. Low to the ground in a simple lay, the patchwork body had found solace in laying in the open gouges of what must've been used as a bedside table wedged beside the sofa. The single blue eye that glinted from the soot finger-painted face was cool as was her relatively blank expression. Blue-eye had never been one for much interaction. Those who approached would receive a slow blink and a shift of her pupil's attention from the absent milling of camp to simply stare at that who had come to her.
Unless, of course, they were offering her something interesting, or simple quiet company. She wasn't very partial to loudness and her curtness conjured the understanding of her being impatient in some ways, but youth and well-doers did receive a little bit more of her patience in their approach to her. Good with youngsters, she had been categorized. Blue-eye couldn't even fathom how or why, she was simply existing as she always did, doing her own thing- but, somehow, the quiet cat had gained that reputation. Patched cranium resting on her outstretched paws, her remaining eye found simple enjoyment in watching those away and relatively nearby go about their daily duties.
Snowyblink & Silverstorm // Clan Camp
It wasn't odd to see the two equally-white felines together, curled up on the carpeted floor with limbs and tails compounded this way and that, incapable of figured what was who's aside from the glaring oddities- one pair of ruby red jewels, and another competing with itself in rivaling green and blue. You couldn't see it now though, with the two siblings enjoying themselves with eyes closed, posture relaxed into one another, pink tongues languidly rasping over each other's faces and fur.
It came as no surprise that the two siblings were more protective of eachother than ever. Both had just recovered from food poisoning after ingesting infected prey in which the whole pile had to be thrown from the windows, Monarchstar's angular face tensed with grim, sharp edges. Even so, the two white siblings were known to be quite friendly to others. If a cat came and simply decided to lay directly against them, they would likely be treated to tired smiles and two white tails curling around their body in acknowledgement. For they were very good at that- acknowledging others, making others feel recognized. Perhaps not always in a good way though, for Snowyblink tended to look down upon other's abilities, and Silverstorm felt himself too wise for his own good. But, they were good cats, and easy to befriend.
Cougargrowl // Clan Camp
Cats who didn't know him figured his mint-green gaze was only focused upon the windows. After all, he had to be sure no cats with curiosities tumbled out of the apartment building's high windows. But, his pale eyes frequently flickered off into the camp's main dwelling to watch over his family roaming about. Sparrowchirp and Foggypaw wouldn't bother him when he was working, but the family of three tended to send eachother glances and smiles as they flitted about one another.
The scar-marred pale masculine had his worries increased tenfold with the influx of illness from prey, the continual drag of life as cats did all they could to survive every day. It was a cruel and unfair twist of nature really, both Whisperclan and Faithclan confined to scrambling for scraps every day. But Cougargrowl was strong and he has his family to protect and for that, he would do all he could to provide for his clan. At the moment it meant ensuring no birds slipped in ready to pick at them beneath his watchful glare, but something as simple as that was important to survival.
Nagabite // Clan Camp
If someone new to Whisperclan were to walk into the clan's doorless doorframe, they would immediately notice the jewel-collared cat in the room sitting off to the side. For one, he towered immensely above all of the other cats in the clan, with glaringly long legs and lean body. He was too big to be domestic, with big-cat face and big eyes, patterning across the masculine strong body too unnatural for any kind of domestic cat. One would think he jumped right out of the savannah plains to be with them all now but the thick, jewel-incrusted gold collar around his long neck told a different story.
Every day he came here like clockwork, but he never took off that collar- unless he was about to get into a fight, to which he slipped it delicately off his figure to ensure it's safety. For this collar was bestowed by the plains' cat's owner as a symbol of friendship and a gift to hide the scars marring his throat. You see, Nagabite had been kept in a zoo a very long period ago, escaping young from the facility considering the world went into apocalypse in general. Living on the streets wasn't easy, he fought for life. There was no code in the streets, so cats always went for the killing blow. They failed every time but he still bore the marks. When his beautiful little girl found him bleeding in the streets, she tied a bandana around his neck and took him in, one that matched the cloth she wore to cover her hairless head. She loved him, and he loved her, and nothing could persuade him to leave her now.
But he couldn't stay away from this life. He had heard of the clans who had taken refugee here when recruiters walked down his street, tiny feral cats with fire in their eyes as they asked domesticated cats to join them, not as full warriors, but as assistance, as friends. The Serval accepted, agreed to join them in the daylight, and that was that. Now, his imposing status and obvious origins from the true plains of the world were of great assistance to Whisperclan in several ways. But he wasn't ferocious really simply living. He was surprisingly easy to talk to despite his ease to intimidate others and he found himself wanting to speak more to the clan cats who dwelled where he pledged his assistance to.
Sparrowchirp & Foggypaw // Clan camp
The scar-clad, nimble feline did not have as much difficulty as he used to walking. However, the indents and scar tissue of his skin had been acting up in the humid, rain-wet atmosphere that cooled significantly at night. More often then not, he was forced to stay sitting on the coach cushions an extra few minutes behind every else just to get his injured muscles time enough to work and move like a regular cat's. Unless he needed to do anything else, Sparrowchirp mostly limped for his own benefit, although the scars no longer caused him any real pain or stiffness. With no real patrols called yet, he would've stayed inside. However, how could he deny the sweet voice of his daughter, who had scrambled from the apprentices just to ask him to eat with her.
" Alright, lets find a good piece. "
Through the humid thick of the living room he could pick out the pale coat and green eyes of his mate watching them closely. The tabby male offered a brief smile to Cougargrowl before continuing with his paws deep in dead body. The clan had had to throw out their last pile because of the inflection of illness that rose from it so this pile was much thinner. But, Sparrowchirp wouldn't get anything less for his sweetheart, her blue-and-cream body wiggled between his front legs and chest as he worked through the pile, watching his paws with her big blue eyes. Darting forward suddenly, Foggypaw took over from underneath her father's sheltering body,
" Oo! Papa- this one doesnt look so mangey. We can share it- we can send some to Dad too. I could do it, you know, good exercise and all. "
The rabbit stuffed in his daughter's face and the brightness of her voice made Sparrowchirp's smile turn amused, nodding his cranium with a relenting noise,
" Yes, I suppose we could. Now, c'mere, I don't want to have to keep cleaning your muzzle off because you cant keep any manners holding prey. "
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Beargait // Clan Camp
The round-bellied, broad-muscled cat runner was currently immersed in the solitary task of sorting through the prey pile. It had been dangerously low recently and most prey had been ill-inducing, causing much of it to be thrown out. Unbeknownst to them, their rival Whisperclan had done the very same earlier that week. Beargait honestly didn't mind doing the job- she was here to protect her dear clanmates, little Foxkit and Dandelionkit in the nursery with their fierce mother Cloudyshade watching over them. The tortoiseshell had not missed the uncharacteristic look of worry that had cast over the black-pelted queen's face recently when she looked upon her squirming, speechless kits at her belly. Beargait would ensure they always had food- yes, she would! She had gone out hunting as much as her body and daylight had allowed her to do so but even in that, she barely found much edible creatures.
She was a sweet cat, one easily gotten along with. As cats passed she was careful to send gentle, encouraging smiles their way. Her philosophy was that a smile a day kept Yarrowsplinter away- the medicine cat had quite literally broken down dens before with his hairless nose sniffing furiously in the air, singling sick cats out with a sort of exhaustion and frenzied worry in his heterochromatic eyes that didn't reach his voice still kept so calm. Yes, she would provide for her clan all that she could. She would probably go out again soon.
Cloudyshade & Foxkit // Nursery
To say the young queen was worried would be a colossal understatement of her current emotional status. The warrior queen was practically married to her worry not that plagued her mind as her dark blue eyes watched over the two fuzzy, squirming kits tucked beside her in the nursery. Barely a moon old, and Cloudyshade feared every day she would wake up to have no milk to offer them. Thankfully, Faithclan had faith, and were almost constantly hunting to provide for the clan ranks. Half of her felt terribly selfish for simply taking the kindness she was given without being able to give anything back. She'd even tried to sneak on to a patrol once before Yarrowsplinter and much of the rest of the clan caught on and mass-ushered back in to peacefully dwell with her kits, assuring her it was not out of pity, that it was for safety purposes. She knew they were right, but it didn't make her worry any less.
Cloudyshade was not a worried cat. She was compassionate, fierce, the picture of a true warrior queen who had been through much in her short life. But she was not stupid and was no liar and no poker-faced joker- she couldnt always hide the crease of unease in her brows whenever she peeked her head out from the Medic's den to watch the rest of the clan. For now, the dark mother lay in the solace of the windowless den, the only occupants being her and her two young kits.
She wondered where Hollypaw was.
Salamanderscratch // Clan camp
Although mildly annoying, the odd-pelted, weird-eared cat did have a certain cheer about her. Padding proudly back into camp with a limp form of a tiny mouse between her lips, Salamanderscratch promptly set it at Beargait's feet, smile big and awkward with her teeth. It only served to make the tortoiseshell giggle gently, and the blue-figured, ginger-touched creature lopped away with floppy ears bobbing in whatever direction they wished to go. It was easy to see her as ditzy considering her frequent mistakes, lack of knowledge of personal space, and in-general misunderstanding of social construction, she was not stupid. She knew the clans were slowly dying- a morbid way to look at it, but it's what the truth was, and she took it in optimistic, happy stride. Almost ironic really, but her philosophy was that worrying meant you suffered twice.
Briefly sitting down for a rest and a swipe of her tongue to clean the dirt off her paws, the bright yellow eyes sought any further companions to accompany her out again. She may not walk in a straight line or smile right or speak properly with her tongue behind her teeth, she was devoted to her work, and her silly smile might make her look crazy but she was here for work. Salamanderscratch was on the job.
Yarrowsplinter & Minkpaw // Medic den
The two were kindred souls really, the two cats working quietly. Minkpaw sat obediently, almost angrily so, with only an occasional pained grimace upon her face. For the most part she appeared mildly chastised but otherwise stone-faced, angular edges like a warrior about to head to war. Her golden gaze watched the hairless figure work about his den. It may have been a teasing thought, but he really did look like some kind of bug at home in this cluttered, herb-smelling place- he practically did climb the walls, using footholds of the cupboards to gather ingredients she couldn't name. In her moment of thought, Yarrowsplinter materialized in front of her, tutting softly with his tongue, wrinkled, small head coming close to sniff at the breath whispering from her nose and maw. Placing herbs at her paws, his wormy tail pointed sharply at them with the clear instruction of ingestion, which the brown-and-ginger spotted apprentice obeyed immediately even though movement brought her stomach pain. The long-legged medic curled away from her to retrieve other herbs she could barely tell the difference between, immediately returning and waiting for her to swallow before giving her them. He remained this time, watching her, voice slightly annoyed and chastising,
" Minkpaw, you should've come to me before it got so bad. " It sounded mostly like a dry, sarcastic comment rather than something to reply to, so the apprentice remained quiet as she chewed the poultice he had conjured for her. Frankly, Yarrowsplinter had been on his daily rounds of sniffing cats for illness before he had been able to catch her ten seconds from retching, immediately grabbing her and holding her hostage in his den. She simply smiled quietly," Yes, I know. Is there anything I can- "" -No, you don't have to do anything for me besides rest and tell your cheat of a brother to quit feigning illness just so he can laze about in my den without having to work. " His eyes were half-lidded, contemplative, as he watched her. When Minkpaw looked back up at him, they simply stared calmly into each other's eyes before the medic sighed briefly, waving one alien-like paw in the air, turning away and returning to his stores as he spoke,
" You're free to go. "
The hairless disintegrated into mumblings and murmurs likely in complaints or running herbs in his head or whatever else that otherworldly cat did in his time. The cadet simply dipped her cranium in gratitude, stepping back and beginning to exit the den, pausing briefly only to speak softly,
" Thank you. I'll let the runners know you need more yarrow and moss. "
She received a simple brisk wave of his paw, a second of pause of his mumblings, before he went back to whatever it was he was doing and Minkpaw exited the den. Ugh, she felt awful.
Addertrail & Minkpaw // Clan camp
Perhaps if it had been under different circumstances, Addertrail might've been amused by his little sister's being miserable in her sickness. But now, with every possibility of it turning into something worse, the typically confident and bright feline had no problem in admitting he was terrified for his baby sister. She was all he had left, and he was all she had left. If they were separated it would most certainly break them both even if they tried to tell others otherwise. They loved eachother dearly and Addertrail was entirely concerned by Minkpaw's condition, especially since he knew her tendency to just want to will things way and brush things off, telling herself and others that she was fine when she clearly wasn't. Unfortunately he had been so busy hunting and scoping territory and sewer systems for any kind of sign that this plague of would end that he hadn't had a chance to clearly watch over his beloved sister.
Seeing her emerge from the medic den, the brown-spotted male rose to meet her with a wise-cracking smile, sly and teasing even as his yellow eyes so like her's were bright with his worry, searching her face. She smiled calmly, showing her brother- the only one she would show it to- her true exhaustion and her genuine shake of her head to dispel his worries,
" Yarrowsplinter says I'm fine, just to take it easy. He need more yarrow and moss and stomach soothers, I was going to tell the runners... "
She trailed off, gesturing to her brother with a slow twirl of her tail, and Addertrail met her with a smirk and teasing roll of his eyes,
" Oh, so Im some easy convenience for ya, huh? "
" Absolutely. "
Her response was immediate and delivered deadpan, making him laugh as a teasing, small smile appearing on his typically neutral-faced baby sister. Easing her off with an 'alright, alright', Addertrail promptly turned to the rest of the clan milling about the bank, voice loud to the rest of the camp,
" Faithclan! Yarrow needs sum' more yarrow and moss and stomach soothers, we gotta go get it. How 'bout we get a patrol goin'? "
Softpaw // Clan camp
Oh, this sweet prince was out-of-place in such a time. The world was crumbling and collapsing around his soft, teddy-bear self, and it all really was a cruel joke to play on such a gentle, sweet soul. Currently the Snowshoe-pelted cadet had simply found a place on the floor to sit and watch camp, big blue eyes downturned in worry. His pink tongue curled over his huge paws, lapping at the stubborn thick tufts of fur between his toes that made him grimace frequently in discomfort. It wasn't exactly like he could trim the mass of fur that outfitted his body like a literal second body so he did what he could to keep it all clean and organized.
Hearing Addertrail's call, Softpaw looked up from his meticulous cleaning to peer at the sibling pair, then to the rest of the clan. Who would take up such an offer? It wasn't just the runners who went out to gather things. With danger at every corner and every inch of land, Faithclan territory or not, combatants and guards often went along to ensure the safety of their runners. Softpaw wondered if he should tag along, just at the back- non confrontational, little maintenance, a quiet ghost at the back of the group. After all, being quiet meant he could listen and watch his clanmates and his surroundings. That would make him a better guard wouldn't it? He thought it would.
He wondered where his mentor was working about life. Would they both go, or did he have other work to do today?
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Aug 16, 2017 18:28:20 GMT -5
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Aug 16, 2017 18:32:52 GMT -5
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Post by exceed on Aug 16, 2017 18:55:29 GMT -5
f a i t h c l a n - - morningpaw
It was something of a lazy morning for her so far. Morningpaw wasn't the most hungry cat in the mornings- the freshkill pile was running low anyways, and the queens, elders, and kits deserved the food far more than she did- so she often watched the clan, especially moments where the resident queen, Cloudyshade, would look out at them all. It was a shame that Hollypaw wasn't there- she didn't doubt that she was worrying over him as well as the food, after all. Her kits were still so young and everyone was trying their hardest to get food for her.
She blinked slowly when she went back to the den to the kits- perhaps she could visit them? The kits were wonderful, and Cloudyshade was a good mother.
Yes, she would visit. It seemed like she needed company, after all.
"Cloudyshade?" Treading in carefully, taking mind to not disturb anyone on her way in, Morningpaw gave a soft smile as she walked into the den. "How are you? The clan's moving terribly slow this morning, so I thought I'd visit. I'm not much good on a patrol to get herbs, anyways." She cooed softly when she spotted the kits, smile widening. Kits were wonderful- and hers were so small, so needy.
She wouldn't mind taking care of kits, although she didn't want any of her own- but it was nice to spend time with queens and their kits.
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