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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Aug 20, 2017 20:18:24 GMT -5
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 20, 2017 20:20:03 GMT -5
-sticks tongue to thread-
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Post by Icarus on Aug 20, 2017 20:54:36 GMT -5
*rolls around in thread*
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Post by Sand on Aug 20, 2017 23:27:35 GMT -5
[[ hello, hello ]]
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Aug 21, 2017 14:30:21 GMT -5
WORDS
Crabscuttle | Medicine Cat Cave
It was the change in the scent of the air filtering through the cavern, the whistles of birds that served as an alarm clock to the medicine cat, that told him it was time to attend to the morning. The small, compact-muscled figure slowly unraveled from its rather endearing curl, a sweet offset to the fire that slowly kindled in his bright yellow-green eyes as they blinked open dumbly, pale button nose twitching before his maw opened in a yawn. Herb-scent filled his nose as he took a breath in, bringing his paws up to push himself into a dazed walk- he didn't stumble briefly, really, and he would fight anyone who said he did.
Peering out of the low-hanging entrance of his cave, Crabscuttle's eyes winked in the morning dew light, observing the quietness of camp as the clan began to wake just as he had. Settling in the shade of the curve, the medicine cat lifted his paws to lap at them, swiftly grooming his chest fur and smoothing the ruffled fur of his face. Another day, more work to be done.
Tiderunner | Warrior's Cavern
Easily-anxious, the long-legged, lean feline was a light sleeper who woke at simple noises. Although he had gotten over most of it, the brief squabble of birds overhead likely fighting over some tree branch had the warrior's paws twitching, big, dull amber eyes opening wide a moment before blinking half-lidded and tired. His narrow maw opened in a wide yawn that showed off his teeth and pink tongue, lapping over his lips before he closed his mouth, a soft groaning sigh in the back of his throat as his tired eyes studied his paws as he pulled himself out of sleep. It was easy for him to wake up swiftly, but his limbs would say otherwise. Although he slunk forward from his laying position in his nest to delicately step over his clanmates, he fell this way and that, narrowly stepping on tails and faces. Thin tail jittering nervously, the warrior made quick work of stumbling out of the den, swiftly putting himself in order to stand to attention.
His eyes caught the resident medicine cat Crabscuttle peer from the recesses of the orange tabby's den, the sunlight streaming down over camp. Tiderunner certainly couldn't complain about the weather, that's for sure. Settling neatly with his tail wrapped round his paws, the lean-figured feline set to watching over camp, anxiously pulling his courage together for when his clanmates would awaken and he would offer himself to service.
Ocelotpurr | Warrior's Cavern
It was easy to deduce that the attractive young cat would awaken like liquid gold had poured through her veins, stretching languidly against the ground and showing off the delicate dappling of her fur. But as she sat up, the image of perfection was amusingly redirected- with half of her face appearing smushed with messy fur, her pretty golden eyes fluttering open and closed like intoxicated with the concept of staying asleep. Rolling over onto her spine with a ragged snuff of a groan, a passing wish to remain with the sleep that slipped away from her like water through her toes was said in her mind before she resigned herself to her fate. She groomed as she stood, vigorously rubbing the sides of her face, focusing the white-hot gold of her gaze as she fully woke up.
Sidestepping her clanmates was easy, her body slipping like the breeze around them as her tongue gave passing licks to her chest fur as she moved. Flashing a gentle smile and a sweet hum to the timid Tiderunner, who returned the gesture slightly more anxious, Ocelotpurr slipped fully from the warrior's rocky dwelling into the light of morning. Her paws led her swiftly to where her nose directed her, leaning down to nuzzle at the pile of dead bodies the clan worked so diligently to collect together. Hmm, perhaps she should bring some to Pearlflower and Orchidbranch? Perhaps, but the feline was a little wary of the swift temper of the reigning wrath that was Slothfoot. Maybe it was best to stay away until later in the day.
Slothfoot | Nursery
It was a good thing that Ocelotpurr had decided against visiting the resident queens so early as the empress herself strut past, power in the muscle of her step and glint of her narrowed royal-jade eyes as her jaw held pieces of prey. There was something almost odd about a grandmother caring so intricately for her daughters during a time like this when it was typically the mate's intended duties. Perhaps there were memories in the back of the brown-touched feline that drove her to such extents of care, causing her posture to take on an almost defensive stalk towards the nursery. She knew cats stared, were curious, hard-pressed to understand why she did what she did. They would be treated only with a pause and the full brute force of the royal jade's glare before they either looked away or Slothfoot moved on. A force to be reckoned with, really.
But dipping her cranium into the nursery's moss cove, her stature relaxed, green gaze softening gently as was the quiet croon in her throat as the warrior announced her arrival. Taking a few steps into the den she had once inhabited, Slothfoot's voice was her matured rasp having taken a softer tone than her usual,
" Pearlflower? Orchidbranch? I've brought prey for you. " It laid between two toned paws, the sandy cat patiently holding her tongue to wait for her daughters to respond to the offer. Offer, really- more like an irrefutable fact of existence. Oh well, she meant well anyway.
Mackerelsplash | Clan camp
While others seemed to wake up soft and quiet, one couldn't say the same for Mackerelsplash. The silver tabby had woken up at the crack of dawn far before others did, floppy ear jumping amusingly at the side of his cranium as he did stretches and morning jumps around the clearing. His bright, energized yellow eyes had peered into almost every den, listening to the breathing of his clanmates. It might've been creepy to those who didn't know him but, when it came to Heliconiaclan, no one didnt know Mackerelsplash- he wouldn't allow it. Anyway, listening to his clanmates was a way of reassuring himself of their existence. He was a fairly insightful cat when you got passed everything else.
Now, the tabby returned to camp with fish caught in his proud jaw, his strut something of muscle and athletic prowess. It was clear he enjoyed physical activity just by his self-assured movements and the tension of the muscle beneath his fur. He skirt past Slothfoot with almost comical submission, lowering his stature a bit as he passed the warrior queen who spared him a simple glance, before carefully dropping the fish to the kill pile. He passed a bright smile to Ocelotpurr who returned it with a light, friendly tap to his forehead and a gesture to keep himself quiet in the morning hours. Mackerelsplash was a selectively quiet. He was well aware not everyone was up at this hour, hence he settled obediently off to the side, ready to leap forward and join another patrol when more cats woke up.
Seahorsepaw | Apprentice's Den
While most of the clan had begun to wake up, the multicolored torbie cat had yet to rouse herself from dreamland. It was expected really, with her laid-back and easygoing attitude. She would wake up in her own time- or, if someone came raining down on her to get out of her nest and into patrols for the day. It was all so tiresome really, Seahorsepaw would much rather be floating down one of their various streams, sunlight on her face and no worries in sight or mind. Actually, such was her current dream. Laying on her back, she was surprisingly well put-together and her body kept to it's own nest, a sort of relaxed, pleased look on her face. It's what she looked like on most days.
Really unless someone came and got her or something interesting happened, the heterochromatic yellow and green eyes wouldn't open until her body got tired of sleeping and kicked her out of her own nest.
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Post by exceed on Aug 21, 2017 15:58:02 GMT -5
f l o u n d e r p a w - - medicine cat cave
Morning was...morning, she guessed. All light and fluffy and tiring- easily able to wake anyone who slept in the light up. With a twitch of her nose she rose, peering after her mentor as he left their sleeping area. How elegant, the light grey she-cat thought with a fond smile- he was always so amusing in the best of ways.
"Hello, Crabscuttle," she chirped breezily as always while she walked out and sat down beside him, taking in the view with her lighthearted eyes before nudging him lightly with a paw. "Are you grumpy this morning, just like you were yesterday?" Flounderpaw knew that this wasn't the case, of course, but she smiled warmly and asked so anyways just to see his reaction. Anyone's reaction was worth seeing- her mentor had a whole variety of looks and it delighted her to see some of them.
Eventually she groomed herself- just a bit, she was fluffy and clean enough that she didn't need much- before looking back to see the herbs. Our borage leaves are low, Flounderpaw thought faintly. Orchidbranch and Pearlflower may need some more, but hopefully they're fine.
o r c h i d b r a n c h - - nursery
She had been hoping that their mother wasn't there today- but like her usual luck, she was woken up by Slothfoot's voice. What a joy. It wasn't that she didn't love her mother, no. Orchidbranch just couldn't stand her constant pressure- Orchidbranch, Cuttlefishfur looks interested in you- why not be mates with him? Your sister's already with Sharkeye, why can't you get yourself a mate too?
She couldn't get a break.
However, as she blinked the sleep away from her eyes she put on a smile, as cheerful as she always was. "Hello, mother," she purred, dipping her head lightly from where she laid. Orchidbranch's eyes strayed over to her sister's kits- the cutest little ones ever, so tiny, and hopefully Slothfoot would pay more attention to the three and Pearlflower than her.
c r a n e d a n c e - - camp
Words could not describe how much Cranedance loathed mornings. She could rant on and on about how they slowly killed her, about how they drained the life from every fiber of her being. She was not a cat made for early rising, and her face surely exhibited her utter disgust at the time of day.
With a sniff, the elegant she-cat narrowed her eyes at the jet black tom across the camp from her. Boashine was painfully quiet, but he had bumped into her and abruptly destroyed her sleep. He looked guiltily over at her now and then and flinched when he saw her looking, but eventually she stopped watching him to groom herself. He was extremely pitiable- quiet, reserved, awkward, he was something that surely nobody else wanted to be. Just for that, with the kindness in her heart she could forgive him this once. It wasn't like he knew she despised the early day.
Cranedance spent a moment making sure her fur was proper, looking over who was awake. I wonder who's in the patrols today, she thought dryly. Surely I'll be forced into it.
b o a s h i n e - - camp
Starclan, Cranedance was going to kill him one of these days.
Stumbling into one of the most snappish cats in the Clan was not a good idea, as it turned out, and after hushed snarling he had gotten away with no injuries. The glares that he saw whenever he glanced at Cranedance made him flinch- and eventually, he stopped looking over. Continuing that would just ruin his confidence for the day, and he had planned on going down to the beach to catch fish with Seahorsepaw- she needed to work on it just a bit.
Glancing over at the apprentice's den, he resolved to wait just a bit more- Seahorsepaw usually slept in just a bit and it was a good time to visit with other cats, not that many talked to him. He curled up to wait for his apprentice and possibly a friend or two- the morning was still young, and he enjoyed the early time before the whole clan was awake. His eyes trailed Slothfoot as she entered the Nursery- an intimidating cat, an intimidating mother. He would have died if she was his mother, honestly. It was a good thing that nobody else had gone in there before her.
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Post by Detoxx on Aug 21, 2017 17:29:30 GMT -5
(-Squeals-)
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 28, 2017 17:47:29 GMT -5
L O B S T E R P A W & D O L P H I N P A W
Outside Apprentice's Den
Now, no, Lobsterpaw couldn’t honestly say that he was among the easiest of cats to get along with. He was well aware of his fickle behavior, and poison tipped tongue. He knew that he could be rash, and loud, and snarly when he shouldn’t be, and he knew that he rubbed a lot of pelts the absolute wrong way. No, he didn’t mean to act the way he did. It was just that… No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to change these things about himself- and truly, he wanted to. It was just that… the more he tried, and the more he wanted, the worse it all seemed to get for him. With every push he made towards improvement, his nasty habits fought back with a shove twice as strong. He hated it; he hated a lot of things, but his personality and inability to sweeten it ranked pretty high up there on the list. If only I could be nice; if only I could be soft when it was needed. He thought those sort of things often, but the bile that rose up within his throat with each passing word usually stopped those sentiments half way.
He was thinking something similar now.
Why’d you have to say it?
He hadn’t meant to let it slip, of course. The ‘P’ word: ‘parasite.’ Had he really just called Dolphinpaw that? Yes. Yes, he had. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t true, of course, but come on! Had he no shame? Sometimes he thought so, but the guilt that usually burst within his chest often told him otherwise. Lobsterpaw was just a big ball of shame, embarrassment, and misplaced words. Anyone could tell you that, if they were to look close enough! Not that many did, though. Most were just content to think him a villain, but perhaps he was. Currently, he really felt like one.
“D-Dolph-Dolphinpaw…?”
With his pelt bristling like an urchin's spines, the orange-furred tom could only look on with alarm widened eyes as he gazed at the she-cat beside him. With a stunned white face, Dolphinpaw looked as if her companion had dealt the final, killing blow to her delicate little heart; as if he’d raked his claws through her heart strings, wishing to rip and tear and send her packing. That had… to a degree, been his intention, but not to that level of severity! He hadn’t meant to wound her feelings so deeply; he’d just meant to… you know, scare her off a bit. She’d been hovering over him so closely that he could feel her sighs upon his neck, and she just wouldn’t... stop... talking! Could you blame him? Honestly? Even if she was… you know… kinda, really, super upset?
Yeah, you probably could.
He’d blame himself too, if he wasn’t so busy feeling panicked.
He’d gone out early that morning, hoping to catch a cold meal, and perhaps a few moments of sweet dawn silence. Of course, he’d never been the luckiest of cats, and as a result, it just so happened that one particular she-cat had let her tail fall out of her nest the night before… and so, of course, Lobsterpaw had then stepped upon it. She hadn’t been mad or upset, at the time; it just wasn’t in Dolphinpaw’s nature to grow distraught over such an incident. If you wanted to hurt Dolphinpaw, you had to go the verbal route, which was, unfortunately (and much to his displeasure), Lobsterpaw’s specialty.
Which lead to his current situation.
Which lead to a growing horror as he watched the she-cat open her jaws.
Which lead to her letting out a wail that sent his blood curdling.
“Please, don’t cry!” He begged desperately, his voice shrill and claws puncturing furrows into the ground. “I’m sorry! I-I-I didn’t mean it! You’re not a parasite! You’re fine! P-Pl-Please, I swear! Just--!”
A hiccup and a longer, blubbering wail.
“J-Ju-Ju--Just stop--! Stop crying! Please!”
Ah, he’d done it now.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Aug 28, 2017 20:41:29 GMT -5
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Crabscuttle | Medicine Cat Cave
The sweet notes of his fellow medic and resident apprentice to the craft had the flame-embroided masculine turning his head, yellow-green eyes already beginning to slowly kindle to the usual spice he carried with himself. Despite the slightly balefully spiteful look and a sharp huff and inaudible murmur, his large ears tilted upwards to alertness and his body shifted to open himself more to her. A little spicy sure, but he was listening attentively to her, as he always did. Wrinkling the skin of his nose bridge, the medicine cat grumbled softly, " There is always a good reason to be grumpy, kid. " Quickly rasping his tongue of his paws, vibrant eyes briefly flickered to look out into the camp entrance. Then, he turned, and like it was nothing but regular routine, his tiny paws frisked over Flounderpaw's head, delicately preening any nest material out of her fur and straightening the tufts of her face, expression one of simple concentration as it always was. A little more lack perhaps, his brow ridge not as wrinkled in concern, his mouth not twisted in grimace. It was peaceful, really. With his eyes focused on where his paws were, he seemed to speak what she thought, " You're thinkin' of the herbs, I see it. I can go get them today, you stay here. " It was an easy volunteer for a job that was easy for him. Perhaps, unconsciously, there was a glimmer of concern and affection that went along with taking Flounderpaw's place outside of camp where walls of cats couldn't protect you.
Slothfoot | Nursery The sharp jade eyes melted slightly upon the view of her beautiful daughters, the kits off to the side, the warmth of the den. It wasn't far-fetched to say the older feminine missed it- not that she would ever admit it to anyone. On her deathbed perhaps, but Death itself was too afraid to come for her yet, and such a weak thing of life wouldn't be enough to get her tongue wagging now. But, maybe later. The brown-splotched warrior delicately stepped her way forward with elegance and grace, the muscles beneath her coat rippling simply as she came close. Truly, Slothfoot was an attractive feline, even in these moons. For some reason, she never had another mate again after her first. Maybe because that's around the time she became bitter. Those thoughts were always prevalent in her mind as she looked down upon Orchidbranch before her, a sleek tail coming forth to gently brush across her daughter's forehead in what seemed to be an affectionate gesture. It was sweet really, with the prey deposited at the younger's paws. But of course, it wouldn't be Slothfoot without a little toughness. Leaning down, she tucked one pale cream paw beneath Orchidbranch's chin, painlessly but perhaps a little authoritatively tilting her head up so sharp jade eyes could scintillate study all over her face. There was a disapproving hum, then a cluck of the tongue, before the paw retreated and yet the steady gaze remained,
" Hm- darling, you look tired. Have you been eating well enough? Has that mate of yours been getting you enough food? He should be, really. "
Seahorsepaw | Apprentice's Den Now, the laid-back apprentice would typically be continuing with her waste of the morning with her eyes shut and her mind far off into dreamland. However, the absolute piercing wail right at her door had the apprentice starting like an old dog, jerking slightly on her back and lifting her head slowly with a sort snort, bleary heterochromatic eyes blinking at two different times as she looked out to the den entrance. Seeing the two apprentices- one incredibly flustered red thing, and the other the source of a siren's wail, Seahorsepaw decided to get herself up and out. After all, she was already awake now. It took her a little while, but eventually she heaved her front legs right and left until she rolled over onto her stomach, stretching as she lay there with her tongue lolling from the yawn she gave. Finally getting up from the ground, Seahorsepaw toddled with surprising ease towards the commotion. With half-lidded eyes and a small smile, the apprentice gently rested her tail upon Lobsterpaw's shoulder, her voice honey-sweet and calm,
" Heyy Lobsterpaw, s'okay, just chill. Relax, let me ask what's up, okay? " Without waiting for a response, the multicolored apprentice turned to the sobbing other. Pausing after a particular wail had her ears flattening slightly, but expression frankly remaining the same, she patted a gentle paw upon Dolphinpaw's shoulder. Seahorsepaw's words were gentle, soothing, " Heyy little buddy, why you crying so much? What's up my friend? But hey- you know what I like to live my life by? No worries. See, you ain't got nothing to worry about. Here, repeat it with me- no worries.. " Turning to be in the middle of the two, she placed one paw on Dolphinpaw's shoulder and went to gesture to Lobsterpaw, repeating the same two words over to him as though to encourage him to repeat it as well. What a problem-solver.
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Post by exceed on Aug 28, 2017 22:23:03 GMT -5
f l o u n d e r p a w - - medicine cat cave
Flounderpaw gave a little smile to her fellow medicine cat as she looked at him and back, utterly unconcerned with most of the world's worries. It was just her and Crabscuttle there, quiet while the world went by, and she let out a delighted purr when he spoke. He spoke the kindest to her, which was surprising- most cats had nothing nice to say to her! Her mentor was just...special like that. Harsh to most, and kind to her even if it seemed mean.
"Perhaps it's because the jungle spirits want you to listen," she chirped, smiling as he groomed her and tilting so he could get a better hold. "They're nasty, jungle spirits. The souls of prey." Her fluffy fur smoothed as Crabscuttle tended to it, pleased at the attention.
At his mention of the herbs she laughed lightly, airily, and her ears flicked lightly. "I'll go with you," she purred warmly. "The jungle spirits might want to hurt you." Her tail touched his side lightly for a second, just enough to register with him. It was dangerous outside, but she wasn't concerned- she was with Crabscuttle. He'd keep her safe.
o r c h i d b r a n c h -- nursery
One of the only things she truly feared was having kits, and her mother in front of her like she was now. She had always been bossy, always dictating their life, and Orchidbranch loved her to death but wished that she would just stop. Her ears tilted back for a second before going back to friendly calm, relaxed in the face of the fierce mother in front of her. The prey at her paws seemed to indicate how insistent Slothfoot really was, and the studying of her face just made her sigh more.
"Mother, I'm fine," she murmured, eyes flicking away. She was fine, right? She had just been a bit more tired than normal and less hungry. The prey at her feet wasn't something she wanted at the moment- the sandy cat didn't so much as glance at it. "I've just not been hungry, that's all."
Pearlflower wasn't like that at all when she was expecting, but didn't every molly have a different experience when that happened? Her frown deepened, blinking away the last of her sleep as she looked back up at Slothfoot with a little smile. "Really, mother. Don't worry about me. Pearlflower needs the prey more anyways, for the kits."
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