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Post by Frozen on Aug 22, 2016 21:14:42 GMT -5
Kinkfur chuckled. "I obviously have to, since I'm not about to send a young she-cat back out into the woods alone. Even if I do tell you to go back to camp, I know you'll just end up hunting anyway. I was young once, too. I remember all of the tricks." Even though she wanted Amberpaw to hear what she was saying and understand it, her eyes shimmered with amusement. Young cats were always so much fun to be around. Especially when they were so dedicated to the survival of their Clan. For a moment, Kinkfur became lost in memory. She thought back to when she had been a ShadowClan apprentice. She had loved life, and life had loved her right back. She'd enjoyed every moment of her younger years, and regretted nothing. Perhaps that was why she was so hesitant to retire. Perhaps that was why being labeled as no longer useful bothered her so much. Normally, a warrior was content to serve no purpose once they retired. She, however, simply retired because her aching bones couldn't take being a full-time warrior any longer. Being a part-timer, however, was different. Some cats called her a try-hard. She knew that. And that was okay. She was indeed a try-hard. She tried hard every day, working to ensure there was one more piece of fresh-kill, one more claw raised in battle. And right now, after everything that had happened, that kind of effort was needed more than it ever had been. As much as her Clanmates wouldn't admit it, they needed her, perhaps more than she needed them. She couldn't give them kits any longer, nor could she give them the strength and ability of a young cat. But she still had heart left to give. Amberpaw nodded slowly, knowing from her look that she was about to reminisce. She tried to imagine the elder as a young apprentice like herself. She could almost visualize it - Kinkfur bounding behind her mentor in the pine ShadowClan forest, eager to learn how to hunt and fight and protect her home in the same way she dreamed of. Back before the plague hit, she reminded herself sadly, shaking her head. Those times were gone now; how come she couldn't let go of that? Her pelt pricked with frustration. She began walking away in search of more prey. The breeze was stirring still, and Kinkfur's words almost seemed to travel with it. In the silence, she wondered if anyone was out there, listening to their every word. It was almost unbearable at times. Back in ThunderClan camp, there was never a moment of peace, mews ringing from every nook and cranny. It was only at night where it was quiet. So many cats were lost that there was a chance BadgerClan could never recover. Unless I have kits, Amberpaw mused, but she didn't think about the subject much. Luckily for the apprentice, she didn't have to. Amberpaw stopped as the scent of another mouse. I can't lose this one. she promised to herself, crouching as she pinpointed its location. Doing a quick check for any pesky ferns, she crouched, eyes hard with determination. Inching closer, she held her breath, letting her reflexes do the work as she lashed out. The mouse fell into Amberpaw's paws, and quickly ended it with a bite to the neck. She looked up at Kinkfur, her catch in her jaws. (Hi new members!) |
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 22, 2016 21:27:16 GMT -5
(Hi ^^ Very exicted to start. Do I have to wait, or can I just jump in until my descriptions are added?)
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Post by Frozen on Aug 22, 2016 22:39:59 GMT -5
I would probably wait until they're approved by moments. I'm glad this is getting more members!)
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 22, 2016 22:42:50 GMT -5
(Okay ^^, yeah I've seen a couple of these, but I've never tired them, I like to create my own charrie and Rp, but I thought this time I'd try it out.)
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Post by Paw Prince ♛ on Aug 23, 2016 12:01:46 GMT -5
May I claim Poppyfrost and Owlclaw? :')
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 23, 2016 12:50:37 GMT -5
Kinkfur chuckled. "I obviously have to, since I'm not about to send a young she-cat back out into the woods alone. Even if I do tell you to go back to camp, I know you'll just end up hunting anyway. I was young once, too. I remember all of the tricks." Even though she wanted Amberpaw to hear what she was saying and understand it, her eyes shimmered with amusement. Young cats were always so much fun to be around. Especially when they were so dedicated to the survival of their Clan. For a moment, Kinkfur became lost in memory. She thought back to when she had been a ShadowClan apprentice. She had loved life, and life had loved her right back. She'd enjoyed every moment of her younger years, and regretted nothing. Perhaps that was why she was so hesitant to retire. Perhaps that was why being labeled as no longer useful bothered her so much. Normally, a warrior was content to serve no purpose once they retired. She, however, simply retired because her aching bones couldn't take being a full-time warrior any longer. Being a part-timer, however, was different. Some cats called her a try-hard. She knew that. And that was okay. She was indeed a try-hard. She tried hard every day, working to ensure there was one more piece of fresh-kill, one more claw raised in battle. And right now, after everything that had happened, that kind of effort was needed more than it ever had been. As much as her Clanmates wouldn't admit it, they needed her, perhaps more than she needed them. She couldn't give them kits any longer, nor could she give them the strength and ability of a young cat. But she still had heart left to give. Amberpaw nodded slowly, knowing from her look that she was about to reminisce. She tried to imagine the elder as a young apprentice like herself. She could almost visualize it - Kinkfur bounding behind her mentor in the pine ShadowClan forest, eager to learn how to hunt and fight and protect her home in the same way she dreamed of. Back before the plague hit, she reminded herself sadly, shaking her head. Those times were gone now; how come she couldn't let go of that? Her pelt pricked with frustration. She began walking away in search of more prey. The breeze was stirring still, and Kinkfur's words almost seemed to travel with it. In the silence, she wondered if anyone was out there, listening to their every word. It was almost unbearable at times. Back in ThunderClan camp, there was never a moment of peace, mews ringing from every nook and cranny. It was only at night where it was quiet. So many cats were lost that there was a chance BadgerClan could never recover. Unless I have kits, Amberpaw mused, but she didn't think about the subject much. Luckily for the apprentice, she didn't have to. Amberpaw stopped as the scent of another mouse. I can't lose this one. she promised to herself, crouching as she pinpointed its location. Doing a quick check for any pesky ferns, she crouched, eyes hard with determination. Inching closer, she held her breath, letting her reflexes do the work as she lashed out. The mouse fell into Amberpaw's paws, and quickly ended it with a bite to the neck. She looked up at Kinkfur, her catch in her jaws. (Hi new members!) Kinkfur's eyes shone proudly. "Well done, Amberpaw!" she praised. "I'm sure Spiderleg will enjoy that when he returns- mouse is his favorite." She glanced behind her, in the direction of the old Clan territories. "Hunting sure is better out here than it is back where we used to live. I think we must have exhausted the prey supply during the plague. By the end of it, a cat couldn't find a mouse if they spent all day looking." Her gaze returned to the young apprentice. Amberpaw had lost both of her parents in the plague, along with her siblings. Kinkfur couldn't even imagine having to deal with such a loss at such a young age. She sure was a strong cat, that was for sure. Other cats had lost less, and reacted worse. And yet, despite all she had lost, she held her head high and continued to serve her new Clan. If more cats took after her, Kinkfur figured, then BadgerClan would be even stronger. However, expecting such things of every cat was a fantasy. Some cats just couldn't deal with grief and loss. Opening her jaws, Kinkfur tasted the air. After a few moments, she tasted the faint presence of vole. She followed it, her pawsteps slow but sure. She kept low to the ground, keeping her tail still so as not to disturb the litter on the forest floor. Her ears pricked as she saw a low-lying bush rustle. The scent of vole hit her strong, and she knew she had found her target. Waiting patiently until the moment was right, Kinkfur slowed her breathing and focused hard on that one point. Once it was time, she launched forward, jerking her paws into the bush. Her claws hooked something, and she yanked on it. She heard a squeal, and pulled harder. A vole came free, and she gave it a quick killing bite. She turned to Amberpaw, a triumphant gleam in her eyes. |
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Post by Paw Prince ♛ on Aug 23, 2016 13:41:14 GMT -5
Thanks! ^0^ Here are their descriptions:
Owlclaw—Clueless as to how to properly cope with his grief, Owlclaw has instead decided that showing even the slightest hint of sadness is unacceptable. As such, he covers up his feelings with even more haughtiness and boastfulness than usual. He is extremely sensitive and intolerant of any insinuation about his supposed weakness or cowardice, immediately rising to such challenges. In this sense, he is impulsive and easily baited, and he has a strong desire to show off and prove his superiority in all aspects of life. However, his competitive spirit has proven beneficial in one respect: he channels the same relentless energy into completing his assigned tasks, working hard to bring back the most prey and otherwise one-up the others in terms of his contribution to BadgerClan. Whenever he loses or makes a mistake, he tends not to be a good sport and has trouble acknowledging that he has lost, but his failures only make him more stubbornly determined to do better next time. He is a stickler for the warrior code and isn’t afraid of making his stance on an issue clear: indeed, he is outspoken and extroverted, as well as rather skeptical. Owlclaw also uncannily good at mimicking bird calls, especially that of his namesake.
Poppyfrost—Like some of the other cats, Poppyfrost suffers from survivor’s guilt, especially due to her own near-death experience with greencough when she was much younger: Jayfeather saved her then, and she feels terrible that she wasn’t able to do the same for him during the recent epidemic. Despite her grief, Poppyfrost considers herself one of the luckier survivors due to the survival of her daughter, Cherryfall. Because of this self-perceived “luck”, she usually puts aside her own sadness and tries to be light-hearted when in the company of others. Indeed, she has unofficially assumed the responsibility of boosting Clan morale and lightening the mood; she does this by telling jokes and funny stories. She struggles with subtlety, and any attempt to lie that she makes is transparent and easily seen through. While Poppyfrost can be thoughtless and may sometimes fall prey to prejudice, she does has the humility to admit when she is wrong and amend her previous stance on certain issues; she is also not opposed to forgiving others. Although she isn’t the most skilled fighter, she is rather protective and refuses to ever abandon a Clanmate in need, and she still can hold her own in a typical fight. Admittedly, Poppyfrost tends to be rather brisk—even hasty and overeager—but her intentions are sincere, and she is motivated by a desire to be both effective and efficient. |
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 23, 2016 14:23:42 GMT -5
(Thank you! Do we want Weaselfur to run into Kinkfur and Amberpaw? Pinenose could probably interact with Spiderleg, but it doesn't really matter.)
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 23, 2016 14:32:38 GMT -5
Paw Prince ♛ Awesome, thanks! I love Owlclaw's description. You can start. Thrushmoon Weaselfur could run into them, yeah. And it'd be good for Pinenose to meet up with Spiderleg, since he's otherwise frozen.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 23, 2016 14:37:43 GMT -5
(Harespring, Cherryfall, and Spikepaw have all been freed due to roleplayer inactivity)
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 23, 2016 14:57:02 GMT -5
(Alrighty ^^)
Weaselfur slowly made his way back to Badgerclan Territory, after spending a good portion of his day wondering the old Riverclan Camp. Visiting his old home when he could was Weaselfur's odd way of asking for guidance, or redemption, as if his old clanmates would show up to tell him how to serve his current ones better. He paused at the crest of a hill, taking in the now forever silent Riverclan Territory and felt a shiver run down his spine at how quiet it now was, how the only real sound he could her was the sound of the blood rushing in his ears.
The dead silence of it all made him sick to his stomach. He shook his head, as if to shake to very noiselessness around him away and continued on the trek home, a little faster now, the silence getting to him a bit. As he he started to come upon the now familiar territory of Badgerclan, he slowed down, sipping through the underbrush as quietly as he could. Being a Riverclan cat, or former Riverclan cat, he was much more use to swimming and picking his way through reeds. Badgerclan was more woodsy than he would ever get used too, he thought with a grimace. Which rendered his fishing skills non-extant, but he could be useful in other ways besides fishing.
Lost in thought, the large tom hardly noticed Kinkfur and Amberpaw until he was right behind them, and he twitched his whiskers, annoyed that he had gotten so lost in thought that he hadn't even noticed his new clanmates. Giving himself a bit of a shake, Weaselfur nodded to the two she-cats in turn,"Kinkfur, Amberpaw." He greeted softly,"Out hunting, I see?" He asked, eyeing the small vole in Kinkfurs jaws with approval.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 23, 2016 15:44:11 GMT -5
(Weaselfur is ex-WindClan. Not sure why I didn't notice that before haha oops)
Kinkfur nodded, setting her vole down beside her thrush. "Yes, we are. Lots of hungry mouths to feed, especially with everyone still recovering from the plague and all. It's only been five days since Willowshine declared the plague officially over."
A sharp breeze suddenly picked up, making Kinkfur shudder. "Ooh, that's cold! I sure can't handle these breezes like I used to!" Even though she was trying to sound light-hearted, her mew was still weighed down. There was something about the way Weaselfur looked that just killed her mood. He looked so... Sullen. Perhaps a little guilty, too. She wondered why for a fleeting moment, only to realize that he must have been visiting the territory of his old Clan. She felt a pang in her heart; she remembered how it had felt to visit ShadowClan's old territory as she had just two days prior.
Despite the borders that had once laid between them, Kinkfur moved closer and rested her tail on Weaselfur's shoulder. "I know how hard it is, Weaselfur. It's been hard for all of us. Even for those of us who didn't lose friends and family, we still lost our Clan. Everything we ever knew vanished. But we have new chances here in BadgerClan. We will survive. If we just try our hardest, then we can overcome the many difficulties we face right now."
Bending down, she picked up her prey. "We'd best be getting back. I don't want the others worrying about us too much. Plus, I'm sure there are hungry cats just dying for something to eat. There are borders to be checked, too, and projects to be done. We aren't doing our Clanmates any good standing out here feeling sorry for ourselves."
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 23, 2016 15:53:40 GMT -5
(Hope you don't mind the double post, Mention. I wanted to get Weaselfur up so I could think about what I wanted to do with Pinenose.)
Pinenose was, unusually for her, spending her day in Badgerclan's camp. With the arrival of Leaf-Fall, evident in the cooling breeze and changing trees, Pinenose had tasked herself with checking the clans dens for holes or weakness, it would do no one any good if their dens collapsed as soon the first snowfall of the season hit, and this way she also didn't have to interact with other cats, those of which she was still getting used too.
She swished her tail briskly as she worked on a hole in the warriors den, eyes narrowed in concentration, and felt her whiskers twich in sastifaction as she repaired if successfully. After the plague had hit, Badgerclan was constructed rather hastily by the surviours in their haste to prepare themselves for the coming Leaf-Bare, but while they had semi safe places to sleep, they wouldn't survive long without a Leader. Though she hardly thought any of them had good leadership qualities, the plague had broken a lot of cats, she thought thinking about her clanmate, Scorchfur.
She slipped out of the warriors den and moved around the outside, checking woven branches for weakspots, to be honest she was surprised they had lasted this long, seeing as how mismatched they all were. However, she refused to just roll over and die, she had not survived the plague for nothing, and she wouldn't fail her new clanmates like she failed her old ones.
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 23, 2016 16:15:12 GMT -5
(Is he? I just pulled a clan out of my hat, because I couldn't remember where he belonged  , Well maybe he left Windclan when the plague started, hoping he'd be safer in Riverclan? It could've been a common clan thing, or even cats deserting their clans for safety?) Weaselfur nodded, hearing those words, even from Willowshine herself, he still couldn't believe it. It didn't feel like five days, it felt like yesterday that he had woken up to silence for the first time in moons, that it was yesterday he'd felt his heart sink like a cold lump in his belly when only a few of his clanmates meet his gaze that morning, as ragged and sick as he felt, looking no better than there clanmates, but alive. Those five days had been a upheaval level with the plague itself, seeing how many were dead not just in his clan, but in others, and just how many where left. He shook himself his head, clearing his thoughts, 'that was in the past' he thought, no matter how close it still felt, it's in the past. He smiled at Kinkfur, muttering a soft 'thank you' to the elder. They had to make Badgerclan work, because if they didn't, they'd be surviours for their clan for nothing, and he didn't want to do that to them. He fluffed up his fur against the sudden breeze, even though Leaf-Fall was just starting, it felt like Leaf-Bare was a lot closer than it was, and it made him nervous. Leaf-Bare was always, always tough on the clans, no matter how much they played it off and with Badgerclan just getting their legs under them, this would be a tough Leaf-Bare for them. He leaned forward and picked up Kinkfur's thrush, and with a swish of his fluffy tail motioned them to follow him back to camp. |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 23, 2016 17:22:36 GMT -5
(Hmmm, maybe. Yeah, that could work. Maybe his former WindClan Clanmates resent him for it? Also, Spiderleg is frozen down by the lake, if maybe Pinenose could go down and unfreeze him ) Kinkfur followed him, appreciating the gesture that was him carrying part of her catch for her. Even though he has been so horribly shaken by the plague, she could see that he still had a desire in him to serve his Clanmates. He still had a will to live, which was important. A strong will to live meant a higher chance of survival, especially during the upcoming leaf-bare months. Leaf-bare. Just the thought of it made Kinkfur shudder. She prayed that this leaf-bare would be mild, and would not bring with it any greencough. Willowshine was already so tired; Kinkfur wasn't sure if she could handle any kind of disease outbreak should one occur. Plus, any kind of disease would scare the living daylights out of the BadgerClan cats, what after everything that had happened. Kinkfur could see all of them, huddling in their dens, cowering in fear from an unseen enemy. Should greencough come, it would be especially threatening. Any kits the Clan had would be in grave danger. Kits. The word brought a flurry of memories back to Kinkfur. She remembered all of the times she'd played with, cared for, and spoken with kits. They truly were joy-bringers. The ones soon to be born would be the first BadgerClan cats to live without memories of the way things used to be. They would be both lucky and unlucky that way. Never knowing the pain, but never knowing the bittersweetness either. However, while a litter of kits was something to celebrate, just one wasn't enough. If BadgerClan was to survive, then more litters needed to be born and successfully raised. BadgerClan needed new, Clan-born cats to swell its ranks. Not outsiders. No, they would only bring dissent and weakness, especially with leaf-bare fast approaching. If Kinkfur was young, she'd gladly take on a mate and have two, maybe even three, litters of kits to support BadgerClan. But alas, she was much too old now. Some other cat would have to do it for her. |
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 23, 2016 17:56:53 GMT -5
(Yeah, I think that'll be interesting, since Weaselfur survived that'll garner a bit more dislike for him. And I'll send Pinenose down, and as for kits...I feel like Pinenose and Spiderleg would make a good grumpy couple, but they have a ways to go before that happens.)
As Weaselfur lead the cats back to camp, he passed Pinenose on the way back, quiet and grumpy looking as ever. She paused a moment to grumble a hello, before setting down towards the old territory. He paused for a moment, wondering if she too was going to visit Shadowclan, he knew for a fact that she hadn't visited her old home like all the rest of them have. She was stubborn like that, he thought with amusement before continuing on his way.
Badgerclan camp was quiet as usual, something that saddened Weaselfur, making him ache for the quiet chatter of a happy and heathy clan, but he knew that it was too soon after the plague to ask for that. He dropped the thrush on the fresh-kill pile, eyeing it. It was small enough with only a few cats fit enough to catch prey, but he shuttered to think of what it would start to look like in Leaf-Bare.
Pinenose fluffed up her fur against the breeze, which was starting to pick a bit, and sped up. She was heading toward the lake, where she was almost positive Spiderleg was. All her clanmates, which includes herself, have devopled strange habits after the plague. Spiderleg would sit by the lake, and Weaselfur would stare at the stars in Riverclan territory. She quietly scoffed to herself, looking to the stars wasn't going to help them survive the coming Leaf-Bare, or bring back the ones they lost, she thought bitterly, glaring at the sky above her.
She spotted Spiderleg easily, as he was the only cat that would stare out onto the lake like that, the breeze coming off the lake was cold and she narrowed her eyes against it. "Spiderleg!" She called out as she approached, fluffing out her fur,"What are even doing out here," she mumbled, standing beside him,"It's freezing." She looked up at the former Thunderclan tom, eyeing him carefully before turning her gaze to the lake that stretched out before them. "We should head back, we're doing Badgerclan no favors by staring out on the lake." She said, unknownly echoing Kinkfurs words from before. "Leaf-Bare will be her soon, and we'll be icicles." She continued,"I hope you have a good plan."
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Post by Frozen on Aug 23, 2016 19:38:06 GMT -5
Kind of tempted to claim another cat, but I'm not sure I could handle 12 lines each.  ) Amberpaw's eyes shone at Kinkfur's praise. She always wanted to impress. The she-cat watched, mouse still limp in her jaws, as the elder caught the vole. She turned hearing Weaselfur approached, giving him a mew of greeting. "We caught as much as we could," she said to him, spirits downing at the prey she missed earlier. "I suppose we should get back." The apprentice followed the warrior and elder back to BadgerClan camp, which was just as quiet as it was out in the forest. Amberpaw supposed everyone was out - either doing the same thing as the little patrol was, or perhaps visiting the older territories. She had seen many of her Clanmates do so, but she never bothered returning to ThunderClan's empty hollow. It hurt her too much. Just the sight of her birthplace flooded her mind with painful memories of her parents and siblings. Not only were the memories of her lost family ripping her in two, she was scarred by the agony that the plague caused. Amberpaw would never get the wails of agony that rang out every night, the sign that StarClan was arriving to claim another of them. And then it was quiet, like nothing had ever changed - like every cat was fast asleep, dreaming of flourishing territory. Just like it was now. With a quick glance around the new camp, Amberpaw dropped her catches in the fresh-kill pile, looking for something at the bottom that could be salvaged for herself. No cat would dare give a queen or elder scrawny, wet or cold prey. She was fine with it, though - prey was prey. |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 23, 2016 20:14:58 GMT -5
(Pinenose and Spiderleg might make a good couple. I guess we'll have to see  And Frozen It's 12 lines a post, not 12 lines a character) Spiderleg snorted, looking at Pinenose. "And who sent you down here to be my mother? Last time I checked, no cat cared if another went back to the old territories. In fact, it's expected. A lot of cats died here. I did my duty, and then I came here. Most of the fresh-kill pile is thanks to me. I deserve a break, hm?" His eyes flashed with annoyance. As bossy as he himself might be, he hated to be told what to do. He was one of the eldest warriors in BadgerClan, and as a result didn't want to be treated as some kind of apprentice. If he wanted to pay his respects and be by the lake, then he would be. It wasn't like he was neglecting his duty by being by the lake, anyways.
Kinkfur stood over Amberpaw, watching her as she sifted through the fresh-kill pile. Dropping her vole on the pile, she rasped, "Why don't you take something to Petalfur? She's so heavy with kits now she can't get around real easily. She'd probably appreciate something to eat, even if it isn't fish." Not waiting for a response, Kinkfur moved off to do something else. Her joints were beginning to ache in the chilly evening air, but she ignored it. She was sure other cats were sore and tired, and yet they pushed on. Plus, she had something to prove. She halted beside the apprentice's den, a hollowed out tree stump. The warriors of BadgerClan had been collecting brambles and weaving them together like a wall. The plan was to completely surround the den with a tall wall of woven tendrils, thus protecting it more from the wind and cold that leaf-bare would bring. Plus, it would mean that it'd be harder for someone to just come up to any side of the den at any point, which was a safety hazard for the young cats. Scorchfur had come up with the idea, and she was proud of him for it. He talked so little these days that sometimes she even forgot he existed. She felt bad about that, but it was hard to acknowledge someone who was there... but not there, all the same. |
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Post by Frozen on Aug 23, 2016 21:52:45 GMT -5
Huh, I swear it said 12 per character. Well then I may claim someone else, a tom probably.)
"That's a good idea," Amberpaw mused, shuffling for the warm mouse she had just caught. Petalfur, expecting kits, was much loved and protected in the Clan, due to their small numbers. Kits have been scarse until now, and they were to key to rebuilding and eventually thriving. She needed much prey, and only received the best. "I'll do that." Seeing as Kinkfur had went away, Amberpaw was left by herself once again.
Looking up at the sky, she headed towards BadgerClan's nursery. Would these kits be happy where they were born? There wasn't much for them to entertain themselves with, and practically half of the Clan's members were busy or depressed. Petalfur had much on her paws, but it would be worth it, Amberpaw was sure.
Her thoughts drifted once again to kits. She didn't really think she wanted any - she was pretty independent, and being stuck in a den unable to help the Clan for moons would drive her crazy. It honestly made her uncomfortable. If I was the only one who could have kits and keep the Clan alive, would I? she asked herself. She hoped it would never come to that, she decided. Especially not at her young age. Yes, she would leave that to warriors.
We need a leader and deputy too, she reminded herself. Spiderleg was practically the leader of BadgerClan already - being the cat to take care of most of the important duties. They had a medicine cat in Willowshine, thank StarClan, but there was no second in command. Spiderleg didn't have nine lives, either - if something happened to him now, it would be disasterous.
Amberpaw poked her head in the nursery. "Petalfur?"
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 23, 2016 23:42:39 GMT -5
(I was thinking of claiming some one else too, maybe Harespring. I was thinking he could be related to Weaselfur, but maybe Petalfur since we need a Rper for her and her kits.)
Pinenose bristled at Spiderleg's harsh words, she lashed her tail,"Well excuse me for worrying about the well being of our clan!" She hissed, getting in his face and taking a deep breath, she continued,"Leaf-Bare will be here before we know it Spiderleg, and you'll be no use to the clan if you sit out here staring at ice in the middle of a snowstorm!" Or if you die too She thought bitterly, but didn't say it. She barreled on though, her fur puffed out, making her look like a fluffy black cadipliier. "We are just starting to get paws under us, and we'd be all be better off staying in camp and getting it ready for Leaf-Bare." She growled, turning away with a quiet huff.
Pinenose had never been back to Shadowclan camp after what had happened, and she refused to set foot in the place, for fear she'd never be able to leave it again. So, she had decided to throw herself all four paws into the future of Badgerclan, and she'd be a kittypet if she was going to let a Thunderclan cat talk to her like that, even if was a senior warrior or the best hunter in the clan, he was no use out here staring at stars, like Weaselfur.
Weaselfur settled beside the warriors den with a small vole, watching as Amberpaw went to check on Petalfur. He worried for her, being the only queen in Badgerclan and it Leaf-Fall already here. It was going to extremely tough on the she-cat, and the rest of them too, as they would need to pull out all the stops if they were to ensure that she and the kits survived. Tomorrow, he thought, taking a bite of his vole, I'll go out looking for some branches or reeds to make the Nursery walls thicker and stronger, maybe some feathers for her nest as well, he tacked on with twich of his whiskers.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 24, 2016 12:43:32 GMT -5
(It'd be nice Thrushmoon if you'd take Petalfur, since we need an RPer for her right now) "Hey!" Spiderleg called, charging after the ex-ShadowClan she-cat. His long legs were able to quickly carry him toward her, and he was soon matching her step-for-step. "What gave you the impression that I don't care about BadgerClan? Last I checked, I do more for this Clan than most! Just because times are tough doesn't mean I can't take a break once in a while!" His pelt was fluffed out in anger, his tail whipping from side to side. His amber eyes blazed. How dare this she-cat approach him and accuse him of not trying hard enough to support his Clan? He cared about BadgerClan more than most! He was willing to put aside former differences for it! And yet here was this she-cat, trying to stir up trouble.
Kinkfur continued on, noticing Weaselfur sitting by himself next to the warrior's den. She halted, staring straight at him from a few tail-lengths away. "Are you okay?" she asked. "You know, you don't have to eat alone all the time. If cats are still holding grudges against you for what you did, then they're simply foolish. We're all Clanmates now. There shouldn't be any need for space to exist just because of past grudges." She pointed her tail toward Scorchfur, who was eating alone in a secluded part of the camp. "Scorchfur always eats alone. Maybe the two of you should try to strike up a friendship. You might find that you have more in common than you realize." She padded a bit closer to him. Keeping her voice low, she added, "And plus, Scorchfur has been struggling a lot more than most of us lately. It might do him some good to know that someone out there is supporting him." She looked at the tom seriously. Truth be told, she was quite concerned about her Clanmate. Scorchfur had been so distant since the plague. Unlike most cats, he didn't try to channel his grief through his work. He just quietly served, doing whatever he needed to do with quiet determination. When he wasn't working, he didn't make any attempte to socialize. It was almost as if he didn't know how to any more, which was a serious switch from the outspoken tom she had once known. |
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Post by Paw Prince ♛ on Aug 24, 2016 13:23:21 GMT -5
( Sorry for my unresponsiveness up until now; coming up with a decent starter was a bit difficult. This post also got away from me a little; I'll try to be more succinct from now on. n_n; )
Upon awakening, Owlclaw's first action was to open his eyes ever-so-slightly so that he could survey the warriors' den through their narrow apertures. Having just woken up, he was feeling fairly peaceful and undisturbed. Then, reality settled in, and the scene in front of him fully registered in his mind: there was an empty nest in front of him. He bolted to his paws, suddenly wide-awake as he looked around him wildly. No, scratch that, not just one – there were multiple empty nests. Contrary to the detailed plan he'd laid out for himself yesterday, he wasn't the first one awake, it seemed. He'd, he'd woken up late!
A wave of fear rose up within him. It couldn't be, could it... No way! Frantically, Owlclaw darted outside to check, still clinging to the feeble hope that the missing cats were still in camp and had yet to set off. From the moment he emerged from the warriors' den, however, his hopes were cruelly dashed: he emerged just in time to see Kinkfur and Weaselfur drop their respective loads onto the fresh-kill pile.
The sight made his stomach drop. It was undeniable, then. Someone else had caught the first prey-animal of the day. In other words: he had been beaten.
No, that's not it, Owlclaw amended swiftly in his head, unwilling to accept his defeat. It wasn't that he'd been beaten; he'd been, he'd been... cheated! The phrase popped into his head out of nowhere, and Owlclaw immediately latched onto the idea. Yeah, that's it. Surely, this is unfair. It has to be! After all, how could a competition be properly judged when two of the participants had gotten a head-start? (In his rush to justify his inconceivable loss, Owlclaw conveniently overlooked his own plan to get a head-start earlier.)
Feeling slightly mollified by this argument, Owlclaw resolved to do all he could to prevent a cheating scandal as outrageous as this from reoccurring. Tomorrow, he'd wake up at dawn – no, midnight! He couldn't afford to let an ex-WindClan scoundrel like Weaselfur get the better of him again.
His eyes happened to fall upon a few lengths of the bramble on the ground, sparking an idea in his head. Trying to look inconspicuous, Owlclaw looked around the camp. There weren't too many cats currently at work on the construction project that Scorchfur had come up with: Kinkfur and Weaselfur had presumably just returned from their hunt, and he thought he'd glimpsed Amberpaw dart off in the direction of the nursery, too. He didn't see Pinenose or Spiderleg anywhere in camp, either.
Anyway, maybe he'd lost his chance to bring back the first prey of the day (even if it was to a no-good cheater), but he still had a shot at making the biggest contribution at the wall for today, especially if he got started right away while not many others were paying attention. Why not go for it? He could always go hunting later: "last catch of the day" had a fairly nice ring to it when he thought about it.
Overcome with eagerness, Owlclaw quickly leaned down and grasped the bramble between his teeth, only to get scratched in his haste to begin. "Ouch!" With an involuntary yelp, Owlclaw dropped the bramble and swiped his tongue over his muzzle, attempting to get at the shallow wound. oOut of the corner of his eye, he glared at the fallen bramble as though it had committed an unforgivable offense – which, to Owlclaw, it obviously had. He could only hope no one had witnessed his humiliating loss to a measly—though admittedly very prickly—plant. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2016 13:28:52 GMT -5
☂ [Can I claim Willowshine?
I love advanced roleplay so much. ;u;]
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 24, 2016 13:36:42 GMT -5
(Haha, don't worry about it. Your post was quite amusing, tbh; I'm loving Owlclaw already)
Scorchfur looked up from his magpie to see Owlclaw stumbling about. He let out a mrrow of amusement, finding the other warrior's fumbling attitude to be relatively humorous. The BadgerClan warrior seemed to have unknowingly slept the entire day away, as the sky was now turning a shade of orange as a result of the setting sun. Scorchfur figured that he couldn't blame the cat; after all, he'd been through a lot. It wasn't unusual for a cat to be tired after a big event. He wondered with another snort of amusement what Spiderleg would say once he found out that Owlclaw had slept the day away.
Pulling a feather free from his prey, he batted it around playfully, squeaking like a kit. The feather danced in the light breeze, twirling in a way that was unexplainably fascinating in Scorchfur's eyes. He stared at it in absolute wonder, occasionally stopping his admiration to bat at it again whenever it came close to brushing against the ground. Suddenly, an idea struck him.
He pulled another feather out and hit it into the air. What was once a very fascinating game in itself became twice as much with an extra feather added in. The playful warrior swiped at each feather, making them move in such a way that made it appear as if they were dancing together. He started giggling, a broad grin stretching his grey face. No wonder kits had such fun! They had a plethora of feathers brought to them by the warriors!
Pretty soon, all of the feathers had been ripped out of the bird and were being spun in the air. It almost appeared as if Scorchfur was juggling, as whenever one feather would float back down it'd be back up again in a matter of seconds. He repeated this pattern tirelessly, seeming unfazed by the stares a few cats were throwing him.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 24, 2016 13:37:13 GMT -5
@battlingfear Of course! I've been waiting for someone to take her)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2016 14:01:24 GMT -5
☂ [Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ Ok! I'm working on a desc. now.]
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 24, 2016 14:10:32 GMT -5
(I'll take her then, ^^)
Pinenose took a deep breath, standing out here fighting like kits wasn't going to get them anywhere, no matter how much she wanted too. "I didn't mean it like that." She grumped, meeting Spiderleg's firey gaze with one of her own. "I know you do a lot for us Spiderleg." She forced the words out, not because they weren't true, but because she still had the stubborn Shadowclan pride, even if Shadowclan was gone now, that didn't stop Pinenose from being one through and through,"I just mean, that we are still vastly unprepared for the coming moons." She said, while there was no other clans to steal prey from them, Badgerclan's first Leaf-Bare was going to be tough and hard on all of them. "And we still need a leader." She continued, her clanmates needed confidence more then anything, without that they'd never make it through the first week of Leaf-Bare.
Weaselfur was caught off guard for a moment, but gave Kinkfur a wry smile and did as he was told. Moving across camp to sit next to Scorchfur, he let his mind wonder a bit to what Kinkfur reminded him of. It couldn't have been even a few weeks into the plague, Weaselfur couldn't take it anymore, watching his family and close friends die around him been to much and he ran to Riverclan with his tail between his legs. Mistystar had taken a one look at him, the scared kit like look on his face when he asked to join her clan, and accepted him. Windclan cats he encountered since leaving called him a coward, but mostly a Weasel, which he embraced whole heartedly. He was one of the last cats to be made into a warrior before Mistystar too fell to the plague. After the plague was officially over, everyone was too beaten down to call anyone out on past mistakes, as they all faced a dangerous new challenge, survival. Which was a lot tougher than it sounded for newly founded Badgerclan.
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 24, 2016 14:15:29 GMT -5
(Ex-Windclan Scoundrel like Weaselfur, omg I am CRYING. I love Owlclaw already. Anyways, I'm working on Petalfur's post description, right now ^^ should be up soon.)
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 24, 2016 14:32:41 GMT -5
Petalfur- a white she-cat with large gray patches, she has pale amber eyes, and is expecting Mallownose's kits. A former Riverclan cat, Petalfur has thick and glossy fur, now though it seems to have lost its shine a bit. Petalfur, after the plague, had gone through a deep depression once she had time to properly morn for her lost clan. It was worrying as she is the only queen in Badgerclan, what would happen to them if one day Petalfur just stopped eating? Seeing the looks of worry and dread on her clanmates, something that snapped her back into the present, Petalfur has bounced out of her depression prepared to do anything for newborns, fierce protection worthy of a hundred queens that has spread to her new clanmates like fire, something that she hasn't had since she found out she was pregnant in the first place. Sometimes though, sitting in the Nursery by herself all day, she goes back to her life Riverclan, with Mallownose, and can't help, but wish fiercely for those days to come back, even though she knows they won't.
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, Well maybe he left Windclan when the plague started, hoping he'd be safer in Riverclan? It could've been a common clan thing, or even cats deserting their clans for safety?)
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And 