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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 24, 2016 14:35:36 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. (Great ^.^) Spiderleg sighed. "Yes, I'm well aware of those things. We're all doing the best we can. No cat can blame any other for that. Nothing we do is going to change the fact that this will be a tough leaf-bare. We need more kits, but no she-cat is stupid enough to get pregnant now. We need to store prey, but we barely have enough paws to catch the prey we need right now. We need to collect lots of herbs, but Willowshine is one cat, and she's exhausted. We need to reinforce the dens and build a proper camp wall, yet we don't have enough cats to do it. We can't change those facts. We just have to live with them. Worrying about it is not going to make it any better."
Scorchfur paused in his playing to look up at Weaselfur in awe. This was the cat that left WindClan for RiverClan; the cat who dared to do something no other cat would. He left his sick, ailing Clanmates behind to try and keep himself alive. While some cats may think of that as selfish, Scorchfur admired it. He thought of Weaselfur as courageous because of it. He stared up at the tom, wide-eyed. Was he needed for patrol? Was something bad happening? Why else would the other tom have come over to him, especially at a point in the day when things were usually quiet? All of those questions and more spun through Scorchfur's mind, making him slightly dizzy. Oh, the feather game was so much more fun! His paws itched to go back to it, but he forced his mind to stay on Weaselfur. He tried to speak, but found himself at a loss for words. |
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 24, 2016 14:57:18 GMT -5
Pinenose twitched her whiskers in mild irritation, yes worrying about these things didn't help, but nether did standing around! She hated this, so so much, there was so much to do, but not enough of them or the time. Feeding the clan was important, but freezing to death in cold dens didn't make it any easier to survive. Great Starclan how did the clans ever survive in the first place? She sighed, suddenly feeling tired and a lot heavier,"Weaselfur could probably help Willowshine, if she'd be willing to teach him what herbs to look for." She said, while turning her gaze back to clan territory, while one less cat for hunting, he probably would prefer it and Owlclaw could probably hunt for two cats the way he bounces around, she mused.
Weaselfur gave Scorchfur a amused look as the tom started to play with the magpie feathers, he let out a quiet huff of laughter and when the tom turned him with a look of...awe? Weaselfur stopped laughing for a moment and tilted his head a bit, why would Scorchfur feel awe for him, out of all cats? The thought was a bit silly, that anyone would find him worthy of awe, especially after leaving Windclan for Riverclan, Weaselfur shook it off though, and focused on the cat in front of him, he glanced at the falling feathers and he batted one of them with his paws,"Maybe we should save some of these for Petalfur's kits?" He suggested,"You seem to be having fun with them, maybe they would too?" He said with a quiet purr, batting one of the feathers towards Scorchfur with another quiet laugh.
Petalfur rasied head her at the sound of Amberpaw's voice, she yawned and shook herself to wake herself up, as she spent most of her time in the nursery resting and waiting for her kits,"Yes, dear?" She asked softly, with a small head tilt,"What do you need?" It wasn't often Amberpaw came to the nursery, she seemed a bit nervous every time she stopped by, but Petalfur supposed that was normal for a young apprentice who wanted nothing more than to serve her clan with hunting and fighting than having kits. Petalfur shifted her weight a bit, and glanced down at her swollen belly, how much long was she going stay like this? If she got any bigger she'd be a badger!
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 24, 2016 15:16:34 GMT -5
Pinenose twitched her whiskers in mild irritation, yes worrying about these things didn't help, but nether did standing around! She hated this, so so much, there was so much to do, but not enough of them or the time. Feeding the clan was important, but freezing to death in cold dens didn't make it any easier to survive. Great Starclan how did the clans ever survive in the first place? She sighed, suddenly feeling tired and a lot heavier,"Weaselfur could probably help Willowshine, if she'd be willing to teach him what herbs to look for." She said, while turning her gaze back to clan territory, while one less cat for hunting, he probably would prefer it and Owlclaw could probably hunt for two cats the way he bounces around, she mused.
Weaselfur gave Scorchfur a amused look as the tom started to play with the magpie feathers, he let out a quiet huff of laughter and when the tom turned him with a look of...awe? Weaselfur stopped laughing for a moment and tilted his head a bit, why would Scorchfur feel awe for him, out of all cats? The thought was a bit silly, that anyone would find him worthy of awe, especially after leaving Windclan for Riverclan, Weaselfur shook it off though, and focused on the cat in front of him, he glanced at the falling feathers and he batted one of them with his paws,"Maybe we should save some of these for Petalfur's kits?" He suggested,"You seem to be having fun with them, maybe they would too?" He said with a quiet purr, batting one of the feathers towards Scorchfur with another quiet laugh. (You can start using Petalfur, seeing as Amberpaw is frozen right now lol) Spiderleg snorted. "Weaselfur is a warrior, not a medicine cat. He needs to stick to hunting and patrolling. Maybe one of Petalfur's kits will show an interest and become her apprentice. We can't spare any warriors for medicine cat business." He gave a short flick of his tail. "But come on. We should head back. It's starting to get dark out, and the last thing we need is to be stuck out here in the dark. Plus, I'm hungry. I want to see if anyone put a good mouse on the pile." Without waiting for an answer, he padded off in the direction of the camp.
Scorchfur laughed along with him, taking a swing at the feathers. "Yeah, isn't it fun? I never realized how fun it was until now!" The swipes became faster and faster. At one point, the tom accidentally unsheathed his claws, and tore through one of the feathers. He watched, saddened, as it fell to the ground in tatters. "Aw," he whined. "It broke!" He hit the broken feather with his paw. "No fun." While most cats dealt with their grief through their work, simply showing it only on their faces, Scorchfur had taken a completely different route. His mental state had regressed to an almost kit-like state. Any maturity he had once had was gone, and in its place was an innocence that a cat lost as soon as they left the nursery. He had become very introverted and quiet, only socializing with a cat when he either was forced to or when he felt relaxed enough to. He normally did not go out on patrols, simply because it was believed that a cat of his mental state could not handle himself, should something happen. However, that gave him more time to do things around the camp, like work on his idea for the apprentice's den. |
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 24, 2016 17:09:49 GMT -5
Pinenose paused a moment before following Spiderleg, albeit at a slower pace. That was extremely wishful thinking on Spiderleg's part, relying on Petalfur's kits like that, there was no guarantee that the kits would make it through Leaf-Bare, or even if the clan would make it. She sped up to match his pace,"Well until then, we're going to have to do a little bit of everything just to kept our heads above water." She said to him, until they had enough cats where they wouldn't be stretched so thin, she thought with a grimace as they made their way through Badgerclan territory.
Weaselfur nudged Scorchfur gently with his paw,"Well, at least it was fun while at it lasted." He said with a happy flick of his tail,"How's your little project coming along, Scorchfur?" He asked, motioning to the Apprentice Den. Scorchfur had been spending most of his time since the end of the plague working on building strong walls for the den, and he had to admit that it was coming along very well and soon they wouldn't have to worry about frozen apprentices, he thought with a little bit of a chuckle. He stood up and stretched,"Do you need any help with it?" He continued, with a glance at Scorchfur.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 24, 2016 17:24:52 GMT -5
ThrushmoonSpiderleg chuckled. "So by that logic, I suppose that means you're planning on moving into the nursery with kits sometime soon?" He knew what she meant, of course, but in his eyes there was nothing wrong with poking fun at someone so pushy and serious. Pinenose still had the arrogance of a ShadowClan cat, that was for sure. Even thought Spiderleg had been patient when dealing with the cats who had once been his enemies, he still found them ruffling his fur every once in a while. StarClan, give me the strength to refrain from clawing this cat's ears off.
Scorchfur gave an excited squeak, completely forgetting about his torn feather. "Yeah! Help would be great!" He bounced over to his project, which was about half completed. Two of the four walls were done; Scorchfur had just begun the third that morning. The walls were at least four or five tail-lengths tall, and were quite solid. Along with bramble tendrils, Scorchfur and others had packed mud, grass, moss, and sticks in to help strengthen the fortification. Once the walls were finished, there were plans to dig out the area around the outside of the walls and fill it with stones, making it harder for something to dig down into it. The safety of the apprentices was key. They were the future of BadgerClan. Scorchfur motioned to the barely-started third wall. "Everyone was busy today, so I had to work on this all by myself!" he chirped, feeling proud. "I gathered lots and lots of materials, just to save us all a bunch of trips. All you've gotta do is weave everything into what I've already done. If there are any holes or weak spots, pack them with mud or moss, and pack it real tight!" His tail waved back and forth excitedly as he gave Weaselfur all of the instructions.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2016 17:46:37 GMT -5
☂ Willowshine - Gray tabby she-cat with bright green eyes; formerly RiverClan. With her training complete, Willowshine thought herself ready for anything if something happened to her mentor. However, she was suddenly struck by the severity and speed of the sickness. Distraught with grief from the amount of loss in the clan, she found herself beginning to slip into a depression. However, Mothflight helped her, leading her through her jobs and helping Willowshine to fight the sadness. When her mentor contracted the disease and died, Willowshine finally slipped into the depths of depression. However, she has somewhat recovered now, and is serving as the medicine cat for BadgerClan. She still has pangs of sadness here and there, but she is working towards conquering her depressing thoughts for the sake of her clanmates.
[Quick question: is BadgerClan set on a new territory, different from the lake? Or where have they moved to?]
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 24, 2016 18:25:28 GMT -5
Pinenose's heart leapt into her throat at the thought of that, her being a queen! She regained her composure, with some effort, to snark back,"Why? You offering?" Before moving ahead of him with a bit of a leap, not even realizing she'd stopped once he said that. Pinenose was far more damaged by the plague then she let on, and the thought of her having kits, well...She wasn't ready, to be responsible for lives, so soon after losing almost her entire clan when the only thing she could do was stand by and watch, she shook herself out of the memory, and slowed down a bit to let Spiderleg catch up, before continuing to lead the way back to Badgerclan camp.
Weaselfur followed after his exicted clanmate, admiring the finished walls of the Apprentice Den, it was obvious that each cat who took helped build the walls had done their very best to build wall strong and fast, and as he looked closer could tell each catch cat had added a bit of their own clan flair into the barrier, and he smiled a bit to himself. He followed Scorchfur around to the half finished third wall, and took a closer look at it,"We did most of this yourself? That's amazing!" He said, he doubted he could build half a wall in a day, he didn't have enough patience for things like that. He grabbed some brambles, careful not hurt his tongue and began sticking and weaving the brambles into the den wall.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 24, 2016 18:46:09 GMT -5
@battlingfear Yes, it is set in a new territory just beyond the borders of the lake Clans. It's forested, and their camp is set in a large clearing open to the sky. The apprentice's den is a hollowed out stump, but I haven't worked out the other dens yet) ThrushmoonSpiderleg laughed. "If the two of us had kits, they'd be so grumpy and snarky that no cat in the Clan would want to be friends with them. Besides, I can't ever see you being a good mom." He of course was only teasing, but he was sure the she-cat would take it seriously nonetheless. He waited for a response as the camp began to come into view. The scent of his Clanmates reached his scent glands, making him relax just a bit. At least they were still around.
Scorchfur smiled a broad grin as he was complimented by the tom he so respected. "You really think so?" he asked somewhat sheepishly. "I just think it's fun, that's why I do it. Of course, helping the Clan is important, too, but to me fun is the most important thing! Well, that and safety." His paws worked quickly, weaving brambles in and out of the half-finished wall. Whenever a gap presented itself, he'd scoop up a pawful of mud and smash it in there, packing it in tight so as to seal it completely. Once the mud dried, it would stay in place and provide a good shield against drafts. Scorchfur let out a tiny squeak as one of the bramble thorns pierced his paw pad. A bit of blood dripped onto the ground. Lifting it up to his face, he stared at it, wide-eyed. He was bleeding! He quickly went over to show Weaselfur. He stuck his paw right in the warrior's face, the underside of it now covered with blood. "Look!" he said. "The thorn stabbed me, and now I'm bleeding! What should I do? What if it gets infected? Will I lose my paw?" The gray tom stared worriedly at the other, searching desperately for an answer as to whether or not he'd truly be okay. |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 24, 2016 21:14:33 GMT -5
☂ Willowshine - Gray tabby she-cat with bright green eyes; formerly RiverClan. With her training complete, Willowshine thought herself ready for anything if something happened to her mentor. However, she was suddenly struck by the severity and speed of the sickness. Distraught with grief from the amount of loss in the clan, she found herself beginning to slip into a depression. However, Mothflight helped her, leading her through her jobs and helping Willowshine to fight the sadness. When her mentor contracted the disease and died, Willowshine finally slipped into the depths of depression. However, she has somewhat recovered now, and is serving as the medicine cat for BadgerClan. She still has pangs of sadness here and there, but she is working towards conquering her depressing thoughts for the sake of her clanmates.
[Quick question: is BadgerClan set on a new territory, different from the lake? Or where have they moved to?] (You can start) |
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 24, 2016 22:29:26 GMT -5
@battlingfear Yes, it is set in a new territory just beyond the borders of the lake Clans. It's forested, and their camp is set in a large clearing open to the sky. The apprentice's den is a hollowed out stump, but I haven't worked out the other dens yet) Thrushmoon Spiderleg laughed. "If the two of us had kits, they'd be so grumpy and snarky that no cat in the Clan would want to be friends with them. Besides, I can't ever see you being a good mom." He of course was only teasing, but he was sure the she-cat would take it seriously nonetheless. He waited for a response as the camp began to come into view. The scent of his Clanmates reached his scent glands, making him relax just a bit. At least they were still around.
Scorchfur smiled a broad grin as he was complimented by the tom he so respected. "You really think so?" he asked somewhat sheepishly. "I just think it's fun, that's why I do it. Of course, helping the Clan is important, too, but to me fun is the most important thing! Well, that and safety." His paws worked quickly, weaving brambles in and out of the half-finished wall. Whenever a gap presented itself, he'd scoop up a pawful of mud and smash it in there, packing it in tight so as to seal it completely. Once the mud dried, it would stay in place and provide a good shield against drafts. Scorchfur let out a tiny squeak as one of the bramble thorns pierced his paw pad. A bit of blood dripped onto the ground. Lifting it up to his face, he stared at it, wide-eyed. He was bleeding! He quickly went over to show Weaselfur. He stuck his paw right in the warrior's face, the underside of it now covered with blood. "Look!" he said. "The thorn stabbed me, and now I'm bleeding! What should I do? What if it gets infected? Will I lose my paw?" The gray tom stared worriedly at the other, searching desperately for an answer as to whether or not he'd truly be okay. (Den idea, Leader's den is an old badger's den, dug into a hill maybe? That's how Badgerclan got it's name.) Pinenose rolled her eyes, and with a small tail twitch, rose her haughtily,"What are you talking about? I'd be a terrific mother, so terrific in fact that they'd think I'd come far Starclan itself to raise them." She said with an over exaggerated sniff. She knew that wasn't true, though, if anything she'd be awful mother, but she wasn't going to admit that to Spiderleg of all cats. She sped up a bit as the camp came into view, happy to see it.
Weaselfur nodded along,"I don't think so, Scorchfur, I know so." He purred as he mimicked Scorchfur in smearing a bit of mud on the wall, he shook his paw a bit to free the excess mud off his paws, before moving to the another section of the den wall, set on weaving some more brambles into the wall when Scorchfur's squeak caught his attention, he looked up, surprised that a warrior had made that sound and at first wanted to laugh, but remember that this was Scorchfur and for some reason, Starclan knows why, the tom looked up to him and he didn't want to hurt his clanmate in that way. Weaselfur gave the bleeding pad a once over, once he had moved enough away from it so he wouldn't go cross eyed trying to see Scorchfur's paw pad. After a moment, after the warriors rambling had died down, he answered,"What you should do is find Willowshine, she'll make sure it doesn't get infected." He paused, turning him to the direction of the medicine cat den,"And relax, you won't lose your paw, it's just a tiny thorn pin prick." He soothed. |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 24, 2016 23:46:42 GMT -5
Thrushmoon(Actually the Clan got its name because they wanted to name it after something strong, since they believed that it would help bring strength to their Clan. But I do like the idea of the leader's den being an old badger den, just dug maybe straight into the ground since they're in a clearing) Spiderleg halted as he reached the camp entrance. "It's not a big deal, anyways, since I was a terrible father." There was a bit of sadness in his mew. "I never spent the time I should have with my son and daughter, just because I didn't feel comfortable around them. Now that they're gone, I wish that I had just sucked it up and been with them. So, speaking seriously... You should have kits some day, Pinenose, and spend as much time with them as possible, regardless of how good of a mother you truly end up being." Having said that, he turned and padded into the camp.
Scorchfur nodded. "If you say so, Weaselfur." As he limped toward Willowshine's den, he turned Weaselfur's words over in his head, thinking. He sure was losing a lot of blood, it seemed. How could he not risk losing his paw? But Weaselfur had said that he wouldn't, and he trusted Weaselfur. Plus, he was sure that Weaselfur was a whole lot smarter than he. After all, he was a big, brave, useful warrior, and yet Scorchfur was only an innocent-minded cat. To him, to braver a cat, the smarter they were. And since he thought of Weaselfur as very brave, that meant he was very smart, too. He stopped at the entrance to Willowshine's den, hoping she was in. The BadgerClan medicine cat had chosen to make her den beneath the roots of a massive oak tree. It wasn't much, but it worked for what she needed it for. Plus, Scorchfur thought it looked cool. He took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of fresh herbs. He loved herbs. Sometimes, he'd come over to the medicine den just to smell them. Willowshine didn't seem to mind, and that made him happy. He saw her as very talented, being able to use those herbs so efficiently. No other cat in the Clan could do what she could. And, in Scorchfur's eyes, that made her even smarter than Weaselfur.
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 25, 2016 0:17:04 GMT -5
Pinenose was surprised, and turned to stare at Spiderleg as he padded further into the clearing, and sat there for a moment, perplexed. That was quite the thing to admit to someone, especially to someone you didn't know very well, even if they were in the same clan now, that would have been something Pinenose wouldn't of told anyone, she sat for a moment turning the information around in her head. The plague must've been even harder than she could've imagined on Spiderleg, if had been a father through all of it. She shivered, she probably wouldn't of survived a day if her kits had passed, and she looked down at her paws,"Your brain is full of cloud fluff." She said softly, though not unkindly, and dare I say...fondly? but it was not quiet enough to for him not to hear it, of course. Pinenose had to have to last word.
Weaselfur watched as Scorchfur limped over to the Medicine Cat den where Willowshine was, and quietly huffed in amusement before turning back to his work, which was currently using his claws to stuff moss into any small holes he could find in the den wall. He continued doing this until he heard voices, turning his head, he saw Pinenose and Spiderleg returning form where he presumed was the lake. As that was where Spiderleg spent his free time. His hissed as a stray bramble snagged his whiskers as he turned to greet them,"Welcome back you two!" He called, pulling away from the den wall, and shaking his pelt.
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Post by Frozen on Aug 25, 2016 8:23:23 GMT -5
Sorry for my inactivity yesterday, I was busy. I'll be on more today.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2016 15:23:59 GMT -5
(I work like 40 hours this week, all closing shifts, so sorry for my inactivity. My only day off was Tuesday and I had an appointment in the city. Typing up a reply now, and going to post a starter with Hootpaw.)
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Post by Paw Prince ♛ on Aug 25, 2016 15:34:34 GMT -5
Despite the pain he was feeling, Owlclaw still managed to detect an amused mrrow sound out from somewhere behind him. Bristling his fur, he whirled around to see which cat had dared to laugh at him. "See something funn—" he started to growl.
He cut himself off abruptly as his mind registered the familiar features of Scorchfur. The other ex-ShadowClanner seemed to have already turned his attention toward something else: batting several feathers into the air and keeping them from touching the ground. It was easily recognizable as a kit's game, and ordinarily, Owlclaw wouldn't have hesitated to taunt anyone he caught indulging in something so childish.
But Scorchfur was a special case. Had he been from another Clan, Owlclaw would've gladly derided him with mocking nicknames and sneering words—even if it was only within the privacy of his own mind—but Scorchfur hailed from the same shadowy pines, the same marshlands that Owlclaw had once called home. And that was a difficult bond to overlook.
Weaselfur had started talking to Scorchfur while Owlclaw was in the midst of wrestling with these thoughts, so he quickly rearranged his facial features into a suitably stoic expression and turned away again before the Wind-River-BadgerClanner could get any funny ideas about including him in their conversation. Waking up late had put Owlclaw in a foul mood, to say the least. He didn't think he could stand Weaselfur's overly chipper voice for more than a few heartbeats before he lost it.
When Weaselfur offered to help on the construction project, Owlclaw's eyes narrowed. Oh, no you don't! The sneak (along with Kinkfur) had already taken away Owlclaw's shot at winning one competition, and he wasn't going to let it happen again. Owlclaw grabbed his bramble, making sure not to scratch himself this time, and carried it over to the wall. He settled in the spot furthest away from Weaselfur and began to weave the tendril clumsily into the preexisting structure.
He knew it was rather spiteful, but he couldn't help but feel slightly vindicated by Scorchfur and Weaselfur's own run-ins with unruly brambles. Serves them right! He was glad to overhear that Scorchfur wasn't going to keel over and die from a bleeding paw (while Scorchfur had laughed at Owlclaw, that seemed a little excessive for karmic retribution). Owlclaw's own wound still stung faintly in spite of its superficiality, and although he might sneer at the suggestion of going the medicine cat den for such a minor injury as "babyish," he privately thought it didn't sound like a bad idea. Maybe I'll sneak over to Willowshine's den later when no one's looking and ask for a cobweb or something.
The scents of Spiderleg and Pinenose wafted toward his nose as the duo returned to camp, and he echoed Weaselfur's greeting. "Yeah, welcome back," he muttered unenthusiastically. Great. More potential competitors to deal with. His eyes darted toward their mouths – they didn't seem to have brought back any prey, which cheered him up a little. After he was done here, he could still claim the spot of "Last Catch of the Day," it seemed. That's one bright spot in a day of undeserved misfortune.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 25, 2016 15:52:51 GMT -5
Pinenose was surprised, and turned to stare at Spiderleg as he padded further into the clearing, and sat there for a moment, perplexed. That was quite the thing to admit to someone, especially to someone you didn't know very well, even if they were in the same clan now, that would have been something Pinenose wouldn't of told anyone, she sat for a moment turning the information around in her head. The plague must've been even harder than she could've imagined on Spiderleg, if had been a father through all of it. She shivered, she probably wouldn't of survived a day if her kits had passed, and she looked down at her paws,"Your brain is full of cloud fluff." She said softly, though not unkindly, and dare I say...fondly? but it was not quiet enough to for him not to hear it, of course. Pinenose had to have to last word.
Weaselfur watched as Scorchfur limped over to the Medicine Cat den where Willowshine was, and quietly huffed in amusement before turning back to his work, which was currently using his claws to stuff moss into any small holes he could find in the den wall. He continued doing this until he heard voices, turning his head, he saw Pinenose and Spiderleg returning form where he presumed was the lake. As that was where Spiderleg spent his free time. His hissed as a stray bramble snagged his whiskers as he turned to greet them,"Welcome back you two!" He called, pulling away from the den wall, and shaking his pelt. Ignoring Pinenose's comment, Spiderleg padded over to Weaselfur. "Good to see you're helping with the den," he commented, his voice rumbling deep in his throat. "At least someone around here is willing to get their paws dirty without having to be forced." He picked up a bramble tendril, carefully avoiding the thorns. Slowly and meticulously, he wove the tendril into the third wall, weaving it in and out. Once he was done, he gave a sharp tug on it. It budged slightly, but the wall as a whole did not shift. "Good," he commented. Turning to Weaselfur, he explained, "Whenever you put a tendril in, make sure you tug on it a bit once it's all the way through. If it budges a bit but doesn't affect the overall wall, then it's fine. If it does shift the wall or seems very loose, then it's a clear sign that you need to pack some moss and mud into there to tighten things up, or perhaps add another tendril as support." He turned his attention back to the wall. "I learned that after the battle with the Dark Forest, when ThunderClan was rebuilding our camp." The Dark Forest battle. Oh, how that seemed like so many lifetimes ago. The Clans had thought they had lost so many during that battle. Spiderleg remembered all of his Clanmates talking about how devastating of a loss it had been. If only they had known what lay down the road. If only they had known that, in only a short while, nearly all of them would be lost to a hidden enemy. Defeated in a battle that even the toughest warrior couldn't win. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2016 15:54:45 GMT -5
Crouchfoot flinched at Spiderleg's harsh tone, though he tried not to let the older warrior see. He was right, Crouchfoot knew, and it made the tom feel rather useless.
He's right, though, I am useless. he thought to himself, letting his gaze flip to his paws.
The sound of footsteps made his head snap back up, and he noticed Pinenose approaching. Not wanting the warrior to see him getting scolded like a kit, he dipped his head to Spiderleg, mumbling about going hunting, before turning tail and padding away.
Hootpaw was outside of camp a ways, his yellow eyes keenly watching a blackbird. He had already caught a mouse and a sparrow earlier, but on his way back to camp, he noticed this much larger prize.
It was sitting on a branch above his head, a few fox-lengths off the ground. It would be a close call, but Hootpaw was confident he could reach it. He bunched up his muscles, yellow eyes locked onto the bird, and leaped, paws outstretched.
Unfortunately, his tail brushed against a piece of leaf litter as he leaped, scaring the bird. It took off a millisecond before his claws reached it, letting out a warning call that would have scared off any other prey in the area. Hootpaw's paws only touched feathers, before he was sent back down to the ground.
"MOUSE-DUNG!" he screeched as his paws hit earth once again. The grey apprentice slashed at leaf litter in frustration, letting out a hiss.
(Also, I love your Archer avatar! <3)
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Post by Paw Prince ♛ on Aug 25, 2016 17:14:09 GMT -5
( Hope you don't mind if Poppyfrost accosts Hootpaw. nwn )
Poppyfrost still wasn't exactly sure how she felt about BadgerClan's new territory. On one hand, living in a forest was familiar to her, so she had little difficulty adapting to living in this particular stretch of woods. Case in point: she'd managed to catch a squirrel today despite being far from the most skilled hunter out of the survivors, and she was confident she'd be able to snag at least one other prey-animal before the end of the day.
On the other hand, again, living in a forest was familiar to her. If a survivor from WindClan, say, wanted to avoid thinking about their former Clan, all they had to do was stay within BadgerClan's territory. But Poppyfrost was constantly bombarded with memories of ThunderClan wherever she went: trees almost identical to the ones she'd climbed back at home, the same springy feeling of the thick undergrowth beneath her paws, and—
"MOUSE-DUNG!"
Poppyfrost jumped up in surprise at the unexpected sound. When she had gotten over her initial shock and had verified she wasn't in any immediate danger, she let out a soft purr, feeling a rare flicker of amusement stir within her. No matter where you lived or who you were, it seemed that yowling loudly in frustration whenever you missed a catch was a universal constant.
Deciding to go investigate the source of the yowl, Poppyfrost set off in the direction that the noise had come from. When she finally spotted Hootpaw, her eyes lit up, and she trotted over to him. "Hey, Hootpaw," she called out, taking care to keep her voice down and her steps quiet as she approached – she didn't want to irritate the apprentice by scaring away any prey that might be nearby. "Having some trouble? Leaf-fall makes the trees look beautiful, but these dead leaves certainly don't make hunting any easier," Poppyfrost said with a soft huff of laughter. She shook her left forepaw free from clinging leaves as though to emphasize her point.
Obviously, she couldn't be certain that a fallen leaf had been the cause of Hootpaw's troubles, but snapping twigs and other surface debris had definitely been the root of many of her own hunting woes in the past, so Poppyfrost figured it was a fairly safe bet to make.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 25, 2016 17:21:16 GMT -5
@aromatisse (Finally someone recognizes it! And yes, it's one of my favorite shows tbh(
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2016 18:02:40 GMT -5
☂ It was hard enough losing your mentor and most of your clan to a disease that you couldn't cure. It was even harder to move to a new territory, away from the lake, and have to learn new herbs. Rooting through the undergrowth, Willowshine came up empty, snorting all the while. Her face was covered with dust, and she let out a sneeze as some of it invaded her nostrils. "Mouse dung," she grumbled to herself. She had recognized the taint of borage leaves; her supply was low, and she knew it would be needed, with Petalfur being due soon. Scooping her paw underneath the underbrush, she finally found a way to dig herself underneath the plants. Satisfied, she pushed her way through into the hollow of an old rotted tree. In front of her, the distinctive blue petals of the needed herb seemed to almost glow in the warm sunlight. Carefully stripping the plant of its leaves, Willowshine edges her way back out, letting out a satisfied sigh as she was out of the enclosed space and back into the somewhat-open forest. As she padded back towards camp, she grimaced slightly at the feel of the leaves under her paws. She still wasn't fully adjusted to a forest life, and sometimes wished for the feel of sandy ground underneath her paws once again. But, the past was the past. She was going to have to adjust for the sake of her new clan.
Entering the clan's camp, she was suddenly caught in the tune of a nearby bird's song. The quiet chattering noise it made seemed almost... beautiful, in a way. Not the same as falling asleep to the running of the river, but quite comforting. It intrigued her how every type of bird had a different call. Glancing around for the source of the song, she was disappointed to not be able to see the bearer of that voice. "Oh, well..." she mumbled to herself. Heading for her den, she squeezed between the roots of the oak, then set down the precious leaves. In front of her, several small holes had been hollowed out, and seemed to stay cool overall. They were good for storing herbs that needed to stay green to be usable - such was the case of borage. Scooting the leaves into a small pile in one of the holes, she sat back, happy to see her collection. Learning new herbs had been hard, but with time - and help - she had come to now most of them. They didn't seem to have the same... what was it... scent maybe? as the ones that grew near the river. The ones in the forest seemed mustier, almost, while the river herbs had a strange freshness about them. It was intriguing, the differences between the plants, simply because of where they grew.
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 25, 2016 18:31:26 GMT -5
(I'm here! I went to the State Fair today, and will probably do so again tomorrow, just a heads up. I'll give my replys in a second ^^ )
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Post by Frozen on Aug 25, 2016 18:38:05 GMT -5
I was at the fair yesterday, which was why I wasn't on. I went right after school, went on too many rides, and came back exhausted. I wonder if we live in the same state? xD Now today I got swamped with homework, finished that, and didn't feel like RPing until now. Where was Amberpaw at?)
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 25, 2016 20:02:02 GMT -5
Petalfur rasied head her at the sound of Amberpaw's voice, she yawned and shook herself to wake herself up, as she spent most of her time in the nursery resting and waiting for her kits,"Yes, dear?" She asked softly, with a small head tilt,"What do you need?" It wasn't often Amberpaw came to the nursery, she seemed a bit nervous every time she stopped by, but Petalfur supposed that was normal for a young apprentice who wanted nothing more than to serve her clan with hunting and fighting than having kits. Petalfur shifted her weight a bit, and glanced down at her swollen belly, how much long was she going stay like this? If she got any bigger she'd be a badger! For you |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 25, 2016 20:09:36 GMT -5
☂ It was hard enough losing your mentor and most of your clan to a disease that you couldn't cure. It was even harder to move to a new territory, away from the lake, and have to learn new herbs. Rooting through the undergrowth, Willowshine came up empty, snorting all the while. Her face was covered with dust, and she let out a sneeze as some of it invaded her nostrils. "Mouse dung," she grumbled to herself. She had recognized the taint of borage leaves; her supply was low, and she knew it would be needed, with Petalfur being due soon. Scooping her paw underneath the underbrush, she finally found a way to dig herself underneath the plants. Satisfied, she pushed her way through into the hollow of an old rotted tree. In front of her, the distinctive blue petals of the needed herb seemed to almost glow in the warm sunlight. Carefully stripping the plant of its leaves, Willowshine edges her way back out, letting out a satisfied sigh as she was out of the enclosed space and back into the somewhat-open forest. As she padded back towards camp, she grimaced slightly at the feel of the leaves under her paws. She still wasn't fully adjusted to a forest life, and sometimes wished for the feel of sandy ground underneath her paws once again. But, the past was the past. She was going to have to adjust for the sake of her new clan.
Entering the clan's camp, she was suddenly caught in the tune of a nearby bird's song. The quiet chattering noise it made seemed almost... beautiful, in a way. Not the same as falling asleep to the running of the river, but quite comforting. It intrigued her how every type of bird had a different call. Glancing around for the source of the song, she was disappointed to not be able to see the bearer of that voice. "Oh, well..." she mumbled to herself. Heading for her den, she squeezed between the roots of the oak, then set down the precious leaves. In front of her, several small holes had been hollowed out, and seemed to stay cool overall. They were good for storing herbs that needed to stay green to be usable - such was the case of borage. Scooting the leaves into a small pile in one of the holes, she sat back, happy to see her collection. Learning new herbs had been hard, but with time - and help - she had come to now most of them. They didn't seem to have the same... what was it... scent maybe? as the ones that grew near the river. The ones in the forest seemed mustier, almost, while the river herbs had a strange freshness about them. It was intriguing, the differences between the plants, simply because of where they grew. Scorchfur waited impatiently for Willowshine to make an appearance. The blood was now caking itself on his paw. It stopped the bleeding, but innocent-minded Scorchfur didn't understand that caked blood would do that and just that. He stared at it in almost wonder, his eyes transfixed on the dried, red substance. He poked at it with his nose, jerking his head back as a bit crumbled and fell off. His eyes widened as new, fresh blood oozed from where he had broken the crust. He slowly lowered his paw, having come to the conclusion that playing with wounds was not a fun thing to do. He looked back the way he came, and was pleasantly surprised to see that Spiderleg and Owlclaw had joined the den effort. They were both working hard, weaving tendrils around each other and pressing moss in between. He watched as Spiderleg showed Weaselfur something, and wondered what Spiderleg could possibly know that Weaselfur didn't. After all, in Scorchfur's eyes Weaselfur was one of the smartest cats in BadgerClan. Why would he need someone to show him how to build a den? As Scorchfur watched them, fresh cat scent hit his nose. He jumped to his paws, his claws sliding out of their sheaths. He opened his jaws, prepared to shout out the warning for an intruder. However, he stopped mid-breath when Willowshine came into view. The scent then became familiar to him; forest, herbs, and faintly fish. She whisked past him, seeming not to notice him at all. After a bit of hesitation, he scurried in after her. "Willowshine?" |
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Post by Frozen on Aug 25, 2016 20:33:19 GMT -5
Ok, thanks. Can I claim Leaftail?)
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Aug 25, 2016 21:10:57 GMT -5
(Sure!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 5:48:01 GMT -5
A small wave of despair washed over Hootpaw after the initial frustration had worn away. He was unused to hunting in the forest, and it showed- a ThunderClan cat would have been able to catch that blackbird without scaring it off. Part of him wished they'd stayed in the moorlands, so he'd actually feel useful. Rabbits were easy for him, but birds, things with wings? Not so much.
Everyday it set in more and more that WindClan was gone, and the survivors were left with... Well, whatever this was. A shell of what a Clan should be. Whatever they had constructed, it failed to live up to the Clans of old, but part of it had to do with its youth. Hootpaw tried to remain confident that they would recover over time, but it was frustrating at the same time.
What will BadgerClan do if half its members don't know how to hunt in these parts? Hootpaw thought, unsheathing his claws into the dirt. Leaf-bare is on its way, will we all starve once the cold hits, if the disease doesn't get us first? No! I can't think like that.
A voice resonated to his left, cutting off his train of thought. He whirled around and bristled, despite the softness of the voice. It was an ex-ThunderClan queen who had spoken, and Hootpaw opened his mouth to yowl at her to get off of his territory.
Oh wait, this IS her territory... And mine too. Our's... he thought inwardly, forcing his fur to lie flat, though he silently wondered if these trees would ever feel like home, or if he'd be a stranger amongst other strangers forever.
The little grey tom studied her for a moment before replying, eyes analyzing her pelt and face. She seemed like she meant well; she didn't mock his lack of skill, at least. But other than what he learned at Gatherings, Hootpaw didn't know much about the molly.
"You're darn right; these leaves and sticks aren't helping me any! WindClan never had these old things laying around, even in leaf-fall!"
"But that doesn't mean I don't know how to hunt!" Hootpaw quickly added, not wanting to seem weak in the eyes of an older warrior. He wanted to seem strong, no, BE strong, for BadgerClan. Even if it meant hunting in a biome he'd never really set foot in until the plague hit. "I'm just ah, still getting aqquainted with the forest. I'm not used to having to go vertical for prey."
(Gosh, everything I've written sounds blech. I've decided to make Hootpaw socially awkward. When he's not boasting or being arrogant, he doesn't really know what to do, aha.)
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Post by Thrushmoon on Aug 26, 2016 11:37:57 GMT -5
Pinenose was surprised, and turned to stare at Spiderleg as he padded further into the clearing, and sat there for a moment, perplexed. That was quite the thing to admit to someone, especially to someone you didn't know very well, even if they were in the same clan now, that would have been something Pinenose wouldn't of told anyone, she sat for a moment turning the information around in her head. The plague must've been even harder than she could've imagined on Spiderleg, if had been a father through all of it. She shivered, she probably wouldn't of survived a day if her kits had passed, and she looked down at her paws,"Your brain is full of cloud fluff." She said softly, though not unkindly, and dare I say...fondly? but it was not quiet enough to for him not to hear it, of course. Pinenose had to have to last word.
Weaselfur watched as Scorchfur limped over to the Medicine Cat den where Willowshine was, and quietly huffed in amusement before turning back to his work, which was currently using his claws to stuff moss into any small holes he could find in the den wall. He continued doing this until he heard voices, turning his head, he saw Pinenose and Spiderleg returning form where he presumed was the lake. As that was where Spiderleg spent his free time. His hissed as a stray bramble snagged his whiskers as he turned to greet them,"Welcome back you two!" He called, pulling away from the den wall, and shaking his pelt. Ignoring Pinenose's comment, Spiderleg padded over to Weaselfur. "Good to see you're helping with the den," he commented, his voice rumbling deep in his throat. "At least someone around here is willing to get their paws dirty without having to be forced." He picked up a bramble tendril, carefully avoiding the thorns. Slowly and meticulously, he wove the tendril into the third wall, weaving it in and out. Once he was done, he gave a sharp tug on it. It budged slightly, but the wall as a whole did not shift. "Good," he commented. Turning to Weaselfur, he explained, "Whenever you put a tendril in, make sure you tug on it a bit once it's all the way through. If it budges a bit but doesn't affect the overall wall, then it's fine. If it does shift the wall or seems very loose, then it's a clear sign that you need to pack some moss and mud into there to tighten things up, or perhaps add another tendril as support." He turned his attention back to the wall. "I learned that after the battle with the Dark Forest, when ThunderClan was rebuilding our camp." The Dark Forest battle. Oh, how that seemed like so many lifetimes ago. The Clans had thought they had lost so many during that battle. Spiderleg remembered all of his Clanmates talking about how devastating of a loss it had been. If only they had known what lay down the road. If only they had known that, in only a short while, nearly all of them would be lost to a hidden enemy. Defeated in a battle that even the toughest warrior couldn't win. (Hehe, I fell asleep as soon as I posted that XD ) (Also, what do we wanna do for Petalfur's kits? Three of them? Four of them?) Weaselfur nodded,"Yeah, it's not as hard as I thought it was going to be at first, though it require a bit of patience." He said, flexing his claws before rejoining Spiderleg, and Owlclaw he noticed, in working on the wall. He tilted his head and watched while Spiderleg showed him how to further secure the den wall, and checked over his previous work carefully, filling in any mistakes in using his claws to pack some moss against the weaker tendrils, then smearing some more mud over it. He repeated this process a couple times, getting easily lost in the repetition of the work, that he almost didn't hear Spiderleg mention the the Dark Forest battle. He shivered at the memory, they had already lost plenty of cats during that battle, however that was basically nothing compared to what happened during the plague, and how many cats that they lost. It was so different to anything anyone had seen and it came out of nowhere. He shook himself out of those thoughts, they weren't going to do him any good now, right now, he had to focus on supporting Badgerclan, and he could do that, by focusing on building this den. One small, pointy bramble at a time. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 15:23:08 GMT -5
Scorchfur waited impatiently for Willowshine to make an appearance. The blood was now caking itself on his paw. It stopped the bleeding, but innocent-minded Scorchfur didn't understand that caked blood would do that and just that. He stared at it in almost wonder, his eyes transfixed on the dried, red substance. He poked at it with his nose, jerking his head back as a bit crumbled and fell off. His eyes widened as new, fresh blood oozed from where he had broken the crust. He slowly lowered his paw, having come to the conclusion that playing with wounds was not a fun thing to do. He looked back the way he came, and was pleasantly surprised to see that Spiderleg and Owlclaw had joined the den effort. They were both working hard, weaving tendrils around each other and pressing moss in between. He watched as Spiderleg showed Weaselfur something, and wondered what Spiderleg could possibly know that Weaselfur didn't. After all, in Scorchfur's eyes Weaselfur was one of the smartest cats in BadgerClan. Why would he need someone to show him how to build a den? As Scorchfur watched them, fresh cat scent hit his nose. He jumped to his paws, his claws sliding out of their sheaths. He opened his jaws, prepared to shout out the warning for an intruder. However, he stopped mid-breath when Willowshine came into view. The scent then became familiar to him; forest, herbs, and faintly fish. She whisked past him, seeming not to notice him at all. After a bit of hesitation, he scurried in after her. "Willowshine?" |
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Post by Frozen on Aug 26, 2016 20:12:14 GMT -5
Leaftail- Rather clumsy, Leaftail is not what you would expect from a WindClan cat. Leaftail is bulky, almost resembling Bramblestar with his brown tabby pelt and amber eyes. However, don't mistake him for a ThunderClan cat. Despite his body type, he tries his hardest to run alongside his new Clan. Leaftail is ashamed to admit that he trained with the Dark Forest. He was naive in his apprentice days, and a cat he was unfamiliar with lured him in with the promise of being just as fast as his other skinny Clanmates. He took the bait, but turned against them once he found out their true plans, fighting against them in the Great Battle. With the plague taking away most of his friends - including Weaselfur, who fled to RiverClan - he became lonely. Now, he is determined to be faster, stronger, and more resilient than ever, ashamed that he had doubled his Clan in his younger days.
(This enough for Leaftail?)
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