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Post by Mama Gretta on Sept 17, 2017 9:51:01 GMT -5
With an excited hop in her step, Applepaw bounded into the den, before bowing politely in front of her mentor. The young she-cat apprentice had SOME manners at least. Keeping her voice somewhat low, she then stood up fully, her emerald eyes shining with their normal innocence. The excitement held within them was clear.
"Good morning, Gildedtongue! What are we doing today??"
She struggled to keep her questions under control. It was still early, and she knew not many of the cats in the den shared the energy she carried in her little body. And who knows how much sleep her mentor and his mate got that night? She certainly slept like a rock, but she knew not everyone turned in at the same time.
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Post by exceed on Sept 17, 2017 13:00:40 GMT -5
w i n d b l o s s o m & p i n e p a w - - clan camp
Windblossom's soft smile grew wide as they stopped, pressing her nose against his cheek in return after he greeted her. He was everything she could have hoped for in a mate- strong, handsome, selfless...it made her realize her own selfishness, but could anyone blame the molly for wanting to keep what was hers? A soft purr made its way out of her mouth as she glanced to her son- weak, always worrying, but they could fix that, he was her son after all- and back to Gildedtongue.
She watched Pinepaw meekly dip his head to his father and mumble something, her mouth curling downwards in the slightest frown. "Come on, speak up," she said, eyes glinting with something that made him wince and nod.
"Yes, I am," he offered, only loud enough to carry to the three others there. Windblossom sighed. They'd have to work on that, she knew- but that was a matter for a later time. Turning back to Gildedtongue, the molly offered a sweet smile.
"Of course I'll join you," she purred, pressing up against his side. "It'd be wonderful to go together."
As she started softly chatting to Gildedtongue, Pinepaw looked back at the floor and over to Woodpeckerpaw. Hushed, he scooted just a bit closer- gently, his tail brushed the other apprentice's with thanks. The aid was dearly appreciated, even though he was older than Woodpeckerpaw. The younger cat seemed to have so much more mental maturity than him- or would it be that he wasn't always worrying?- but either way, it mattered that he had someone on his side.
"Could I make my nest behind yours, sort of under the bushes?" Flickering over to Windblossom, his eyes scanned over the camp to- ah, yes, that was a good spot. Woodpeckerpaw's nest was just secluded enough for him to hide. "Maybe she won't notice it, since it'll be behind your scent."
His tail waved in a greeting to Applepaw, even as he shrunk back from the excitement the other apprentice had. Too much, Pinepaw's mind whispered, and he just wanted to go back and maybe hide in the medicine den. Russetear wouldn't mind, right? If he just needed some time to calm down? "Hello," he mumbled almost too soft for the apprentice to hear.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 17, 2017 14:09:39 GMT -5
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I'll respond as soon as I can today c:
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Post by Mama Gretta on Sept 17, 2017 14:17:10 GMT -5
(If I seem out of sorts and short post today, I apologize in advance! I'm helping someone make a big plot, and recreating an old clan of mine with entirely new ideas, to keep myself busy. c:)
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Post by dαιѕy on Sept 17, 2017 17:10:54 GMT -5
coldnose & stormchaser & ravenpaw ............................................................................
Coldnose had been watching the camp through slitted eyes, his fur fluffed
up slightly against the early morning breeze. He had been awake for quite
awhile now, unable to sleep with his dreams plagued by nightmares.
A soft shudder tickled the tom's neck, causing him to sigh softly. His ocean
colored irises looked heavy and tired from lack of rest, and his hunting had
begun to deteriorate. Because of his lack of friends, Coldnose hadn't
told anyone about the dreams, but it was clear that it was taking a toll on his
abilities as a warrior. His shoulders hunched and ears flicked backward,
the white tabby tom continued to watch his classmates go about their daily
lives, wondering when he would return to normalcy.
Stormchaser was certainly eager to get out of the camp. He had already
neatly groomed his tabby coat and was pacing near the entrance. Nodding to
the morning patrol that began to head off, the young warrior glanced
around the camp, noticing a few lingering cats. "Hunting patrol anyone?"
he called out, tail tip flicking in anticipation. Suddenly, the tom wondered
if any of the apprentices would like to do some battle training. Fighting was
Stormchaser's favorite thing to do, especially when he got to teach the future
of FloraClan. His approach was friendly and optimistic, treating the spars
more like a game. "Or perhaps some battle practice?" he added to his earlier
statement, blue eyes gentle.
The soft morning light shimmering into her nest was enough to stir Ravenpaw
awake, her emerald irises foggy from sleep. Parting her maw in a gentle
yawn, the black and white molly rose to her paws, arching her spine in a
luxurious stretch before slithering out into the clearing. Surprise flickered
across her facial features when she saw how alive the camp was with activity,
whiskers twitching with curiosity. Hearing the call for a morning patrol made
her feet stick to the ground, an uncomfortable tingle slipping down her spine.
There was something about Morningskies that made the young apprentice rather
nervous. Shaking her head softly, to clear her thoughts, Ravenpaw settled down
on her haunches to wait for instructions, wondering how her day would begin.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 17, 2017 19:06:46 GMT -5
WORDS Gildedtongue & Woodpeckerpaw | Clan Camp
He seemed quite pleased with the response from Windblossom, the tail around her shoulders tightening so he could nuzzle against the side of her face, endlessly doting and affectionate with her, the gentle giant he was. The long reed of gladiolus blooms tidy and neat on his chest was topped with a delicate, tiny yellow broom blossom, one he kept very clean and safe from any harm. The whip of her words to Pinepaw had him turning, a small, knowing smile against his dark maw. Gildedtongue knew of Windblossom's pride, her desire to do the greatest and for her children to follow in that. He was much more relaxed than her in that regard- he just wanted his children to be kind, that was all that mattered. But he indulged in his mate for it was who she was, and what he accepted to be what it was. She meant well he knew, but he passed a sweet smile to Pinepaw, a paw reaching forward to tuck under the apprentice's chin and tilt it up, offering a wink with his big blue eyes. Morningskies had his attention immediately, the male straightening up, and moving immediately to pad after the golden wisp of a creature.
Woodpeckerpaw stayed beside his friend, his tail not leaving from Pinepaw's shoulder as the other drew closer. His amber eyes were young, but not the nervous worry that the other apprentice had. The tabby appeared more resigned to the background than anything else, happy enough to exist. The soft question had his big orange eyes sweetening even further- he wasn't a doll like Pinepaw, but he was a very kind boy, his answer immediate,
" Of course. I'll cover for you if she comes. " It wouldn't be the first time." I'll sleep in with you if you want, I don't mind. " Truly, he loved companionship, having a friend, someone who understood him and he understood. He offered a simple nod to Applepaw, always cordial and polite to everyone, especially feminine-oriented cats. A sweetheart really. But he was training to be a warrior and that title wasn't for show.
Gildedtongue seemed pleased with the quickness of his apprentice, his voice silky-deep," Good morning, Applepaw! We'll be going on border patrol this morning. Make sure you're on high alert- the prey are awake around this time. "
Blackbird & Juniperpaw | Nursery
The queen smiled patiently upon the medicine cat's response, a spark of sass in her gaze as she teasingly glared at him, velvet-black glossy tail brushing from one side to the other. With that in mind, the huge-bellied queen righted her feet before her, a clear sign of her goal to stand. Juniperpaw was immediately at her side, offering a broad shoulder to steady the black tabby as she worked her legs up, the two staggering slightly before finally coming to a stand. Blackbird's emerald gaze seemed to twinkle with her usual spitfire, her attractiveness not lessened by her pregnancy with the swish of her hips she gave as she delicately cleared over her nest, careful not to wreck any of the blossoms decorating it. She moved without help as she brushed past Russetear, her tail flicking his flank with a spicy smile and glare,
" Hmph! Well, I like you, so I suppose I could arrange not to. "
Her smile sweetened then, her tail flattening to become more of a gentle touch. The worries of her clan were bright in her head and she knew Russetear cared very deeply for Floraclan and her as the resident queen. Although she wasn't a medicine cat, she supposed some things you just never got used to doing. She assumed presiding over kittings was one of them. Juniperpaw simply smiled, waving her dark tail as the queen exited, the large-bodied apprentice slowly returning to her previous spot, languid muscle coming to lay like a tiger against the ground. Her voice was easygoing, " I'll be here dreamin'. " With that, her head was on her paws again and her big blue eyes were closed.
Morningskies & Loonwhisker | Clan Camp
Seeming to have reached peak waiting, the golden wisp of a creature turned on their heel, tail raised high in pride beckoning, leading the patrol onwards. Casting their cranium over their shoulder, the veiled face turned to peer upon Stormchaser, lilting voice fae-like,
" Take the remaining apprentices out battle training- take another warrior with you. " There was no thank you in that statement, but Morningskies didn't seem to ever need to. The enchanting of their voice left no room for argument, but who would want to anyway? It was a curious tone of command without commanding and it got cats moving with an uneasy nervousness in their step just to hope they wouldn't speak to them again. And to that, the powerful warrior queen herself leapt delicately from the tree branch she'd been presiding from beneath her son who remained, dust not daring to rise and touch her paws as it would another cat. Loonwhisker's muzzle wrinkled briefly, her voice cut and calm- now she said commands with commanding tone, " I will be joining the battle training patrol. " Her paw tapped the ground like a cane, beckoning, her voice crystalline and clear. It would be very pretty if it wasn't for the sharpness of it's command, " Apprentices! I want all of you out here to join the battle patrol with Stormchaser and I. " Like her children, Loonwhisker was not a patient feline, and she certainly didn't stand to be kept waiting. But she held herself just like her Lionstar and Morningskies- with a impassable, hard face and a statute posture, her muscles decorating her legs held primly by her tail where she sat like a true queen. But while Lionstar's golden gaze had a fire to them of life and passion, Loonwhisker's were cold and impassable. You couldn't see Morningskies', but no one really wanted to know anyway, pairing a gaze with that already unnerving presence was not the pair cats wanted to see. But they didn't know Morningskies, did they?
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Post by Mama Gretta on Sept 17, 2017 20:43:31 GMT -5
With a quick nod to the other apprentice, she bounced twice in place excitedly over her mentor's words. Her body never seemed to stop moving. It was a miracle to those who didn't see her dedication to when she was training, just how BADLY she wanted to be a warrior. How badly she wished to please her mentor, to serve the clan.
"That sounds so exciting! What kind of prey are we getting to find??" Her voice, surprisingly, quieted at this point. She knew how close she was to the den. But could she really be blamed? All her life, she had always been easily exciteable, and her mother, who had passed shortly before she became an apprentice, had worked hard to keep her cheerfulness thriving.
(I still have the thing for willow feather. I dunno if anyone responded to it.
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Post by exceed on Sept 17, 2017 21:26:06 GMT -5
b r e e z e d r e a m - - clan camp
One of the few cats unaffected by the morning call was curled up near the leader's tree, ever-so-close to Lionstar's den underneath it. Her light grey pelt was unruffled, lazily stretched out for the most comfort, and her eye only opened once Loonwhisker was off attending to other matters. Morningskies was perfectly fine but, really, Loonwhisker was still quite intimidating. She would always be something like that to her. Morningskies was just the kind of cat Breezedream liked, though.
Breezedream's squinted eyes looked up to where Lionstar lounged. Her former mentor's flowers were certainly stunning, the little pink phlox flower unnoticeable but to the most observant. The molly's smile grew wider.
After a long moment of lying in the shade, however, she noticed something...off. Something was in his eyes, something that said he was pondering a subject with the utmost detail. Undoubtedly a matter that she had long ago known of. Many were unnerved by her knowledge- how could she know the innermost details of every cat in the Clan? Well. It was more of them thinking she was odd. The only ones who knew of her strange knowledge were Lionstar and his family, and they hadn't asked questions after the first few times she was correct- they merely let her speak and speak, and they used her knowledge freely.
Somewhere, she was supposed to be concerned about that, but Breezedream didn't mind. They were her family, after all.
"Good morning, Lionstar," she greeted with her usual easy smile, soft and lighthearted. "Are the birds chirping in your ears today?"
The only other cat within earshot was grumpy Nightfinch who rolled her eyes and walked away. Conversation even in public was easy to make private for the grey molly.
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Sept 17, 2017 21:32:07 GMT -5
Featherpaw |x| Camp |x| Tbd
Featherpaw rolled over in her outdoor nest, limbs flailing limply around her. Blinking a few times, she briefly squinted up at the rising sun before quickly closing her eyes again. She had heard the call for a border patrol, as well as the second call for a hunting patrol, but she just didn't feel like doing anything right now. Sighing slightly, Featherpaw began mentally preparing herself for another boring day of training. There was no real way to get out of it. Unless... Yawning slightly, the young she-cat faked a few raspy coughs as her breath came out, her small body visibly shaking. “I'm not feeling so good,” she rasped quietly, exaggerating her short breathing. “Maybe I'll go on a patrol later…”
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Post by Gold on Sept 17, 2017 22:52:54 GMT -5
(Such spice, much paprika, many cinnamon.)
"Truly then, we're all at your mercy," Russetear retorted as Blackbird swept past him as gracefully as a late-term pregnant queen could. The fact that the she could still walk on her own bode well, and the banter definitely amused him, small things that went to help to soothe the medicine cat's nerves. Still, there was one more thing...
"Juniperpaw," Russetear called out to the lethargic apprentice once Blackbird had left. "My route today will take me up the White River, North to North-Easterly -- if Blackbird needs our help, you can track our scents there." His ear flicked worriedly, but he felt like nothing was too much insurance for the first kits of the season. "I won't tell your mentor you're in here, heh."
Russetear lingered in the nursery only long enough to hear at least an acknowledgement of his whereabouts, and started padding back to the medicine cat hollow in search of his apprentice. He... didn't actually check to see if Gingerpaw had slept through Morningskies' call or had roused herself out of slumber before he went to check on Blackbird, but hopefully the young she-cat hadn't wandered far off.
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Post by . on Sept 18, 2017 8:24:59 GMT -5
(Here's Gingerpaw and Fawnpaw. I'm working on Foxclaw and Stormstrike, but I've been having some personal/family issues lately so I haven't really been up to typing something long. Sorry, but I'd also rather not talk about it on here, I just figured you all deserved a reason I haven't posted)
Gingerpaw overslept. She found herself doing that more and more often and would run to Russetear with flustered apologies. She knew it was a bad habit, but she longed for the days of being a kit when she could sleep as long as she wanted without consequences. She made a noise similar to a squeak when she saw that her mentor had already left the den for the day. She pulled herself to her feet and made her way out of the den. Where would he be?
Gingerpaw made her way to the apprentice den. She had never found it appealing to sleep sleep with so many others, which was part of the reason she had become a medicine cat. Her mentor was not in the den, so Gingerpaw turned to leave.
"Hello, Gingerpaw," Fawnpaw said. Gingerpaw turned to the other apprentice. They were kits together, but Gingerpaw hadn't talked much to Fawnpaw or her siblings since they had all become apprentices.
"Hi, Fawnpaw. Did you need anything?" Gingerpaw asked. She waited patiently in the entrance of the den. She'd only been an apprentice for two short moons, but she knew how to solve some minor issues.
"No, I'm fine. I saw Russetear heading for the nursery if thats what you're looking for," Fawnpaw advised.
"Thank you," Gingerpaw said. She turned from the apprentice's den and made her way out of the den. She was excited for the birth of the new kits. She hadn't been allowed near when she was a kit, but now that she was an apprentice, she'd get to learn how to handle this. She glanced towards the nursery and went back to the den she shared with her mentor. She didn't want to bother him if he was in the middle of talking to the queen. She sat in the enterance, watching the rest of the clan proceed with their day.
Fawnpaw exited the apprentice den, and Gingerpaw silently urged the she-cat to go talk to someone else. Luckily, Fawnpaw changed course in an effort to go find her mentor.
Relieved, Gingerpaw walked deeper into her den, hoping her mentor wouldn't be upset that she had overslept.
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Post by Gold on Sept 18, 2017 13:15:00 GMT -5
(I have some positive energy I can send you, Ariat .w. )
Gingerpaw had only stepped into the hollow where they slept when Russetear's voice purred from behind her. "Going to catch some more shut-eye?" he teased, padding past Gingerpaw to sit down in front of the herb stockpile to give it one more go-through. "Well, you're going to have to put it off until tonight -- I have something for you to do, today."
Despite himself, Russetear felt some paternal affection for the young ginger she-cat, mostly due to how often she had spent time in his den when she was even younger than she was now. Gingerpaw hadn't been particularly strong as a kit, and Russetear gotten personally invested in her health, constantly fretting and doting over Gingerpaw and her recurring illness.
Russetear never had a kit so curious about her own medicine. It was almost like she had started learning the art before anyone ever called her -paw, and it only seemed natural that he conferred with Lionstar to get Gingerpaw under his wing.
The irony wasn't lost on Russetear, and besides, there was finally another soul in the medicine cat hollow with him for the first time in almost nine moons.
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Post by . on Sept 18, 2017 13:18:39 GMT -5
(I'm sorry. I remember that now. I'll reread everything again.
And thanks guys. It's nothing I can't handle. I'm just a little distracted and short on times and all that stuff. Hopefully it'll be over soon and I can be on here more. But thanks for the positive thoughts!)
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Post by dαιѕy on Sept 18, 2017 13:44:32 GMT -5
stormchaser - ravenpaw ............................................................................
Stormchaser flicked his ear awkwardly, glancing over to his brother before
nodding at Morningskies. "I guess Loonwhisker is that warrior," he mumbled,
wondering where his own apprentice had wandered off to. Shrugging it off, the
gray tabby tom spotted Ravenpaw and Fawnpaw lounging in the clearing, looking
rather bored. "Ravenpaw! Fawnpaw! Battle training!" he called, whiskers twitching.
The feeble cough Featherpaw let out made him roll his eyes. The young she-cat was
too lazy, her training was lacking. "Featherpaw!" he called sharply, hoping to catch
her attention and snap her out of her trance.
Ravenpaw's head bounced up at the sound of the silver warrior, emerald eyes
glittering with excitement. She stood up and began her trek over to Stormchaser,
but his intense voice directed at Featherpaw made her flinch slightly. Not wanting
her denmate to get in trouble, she swiveled on her heels and trotted over to her,
offering her a small smile. "Featherpaw? Are you okay?" she asked quietly, glancing
around the clearing. "I can go get Gingerpaw or Russetear if you don't feel well." ............................................................................
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 18, 2017 15:06:42 GMT -5
WORDS Blackbird & Juniperpaw | Clan Camp
Blackbird simply chirped quietly, making her way out of the brambled den and into the warm summer air. She was very lucky that her kits would be born in such warm and prey-heavy moons- not that Floraclan every really had many prey problems, for it was always abundant. Settling outside, the queen seemed pleased to be able to walk about camp, her warm green gaze bright in the morning sunlight. Peering at the patrol loping after Morningskies, the ebony tabby entertained her memories of being on those very same patrols with her clanmates, able to run and hunt down by the creeks. She missed it terribly, but she wouldn't give her kits up for the world.
Juniperpaw was quite ready to settle down for the morning before Stormchaser and Loonwhisker's call had her eyes opening again. The smile and the dead-fish look in her eyes told you everything you wanted to know about how overjoyed she was. But Russetear's words sat well with her, so the Siamese simply dropped her head back down on her paws and dozed. Loonwhisker may be terrifying, but what she didn't know wouldn't kill her- even if you could count the number of apprentices in the clan and easily be able to tell who was missing.
It was that thought that had the blue-tinted feline groaning, slowly lurching to her paws as she padded out into the morning. Her steps were languid and unhurried despite the sharp jade of the older warrior's eye watching her acquiesce to the call. Laid-back and calm, Juniperpaw simply lapped at one of her berry-colored paws and waited for the rest of the apprentices to come along.
Gildedtongue & Loonwhisker | Clan Camp
Gildedtongue seemed pleased with Applepaw's excitement, simply twitching his tail. The Siamese himself never seemed to get very excited- always calm, level, very much like his daughter Juniperpaw. They even looked alike. The masculine gave a gesture to the air, voice silky-crisp,
" Likely mice or birds this time of day. " As he noticed Morningskies begin to leave, he strode elegantly after them alongside the slim figure of Fogdance who didn't pass him a look, simply kept the simple sway of his gait after the fae-like creature. And as they left, the battle patrol remained to wait for the apprentices to round up for the day. Loonwhisker was not a patient lady, but she did care for Floraclan- enough to do anything for it to become the best, be the best.
" Well Featherpaw, if you feel yourself unwell, allow me to check. "
Both genuine concern and a warning from the intimidating feline.
Lionstar | Clan Camp
Familiar tones caught the masculine's large ears, his cranium moving with effortless ease to peer over the side of his branch to the ground below, the sharpness of his golden eyes more like fire compared to Loonwhisker's ice and Morningskies' fog. When his gaze caught upon his former apprentice's figure, the wrinkle to his brows and the narrow of his eye softened slightly. While he didn't smile, his voice was soft. Lionstar always seemed to speak softly, for he didn't need a boom of audio for cats to hear him- there was a crisp quality to his tones that had cats' ears perking in clear attention. He'd never yelled since he was a kit. For Breezedream, there was a light shade there,
" Good morning, Breezedream. The birds are urgent with their cries today. " The tenseness returned to his young face for a moment before the molten gold of his gaze refocused, the only part of his sunlight-dappled figure moving the tip of his tail as he beckoned feline up to join him in the tree. She was one of the few allowed to touch any of the branches of the leader's tree, although the throne was reserved for Lionstar for now. He didn't like talking down to cats- it didn't make them think favorably of him, and it hurt his eyes anyhow, unless it was a congregation of cats he spoke to.
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Sept 18, 2017 15:43:47 GMT -5
Featherpaw |x| Camp |x| Loonwhisker and Ravenpaw
Featherpaw shrunk slightly under the twin gazes of Ravenpaw and Loonwhisker. Shaking her head slightly, she addressed the younger she-cat first. "I think I'll be fine," she rasped, letting out another wheezing cough as she slowly rose to her feet. "Must have been something in the air last night that got my lungs all messed up." She turned her head to Loonwhisker, adding, "I think I'll be well enough to train, at least for a bit. If it starts bothering me again I'll let you know." Inwardly, Featherpaw cursed her bad luck. If only the other warrior hadn't come to check on her! She definitely could have convinced Ravenpaw to 'help' her, what with her kindness. But Loonwhisker? That was another story. Sighing slightly, she supposed it wasn't all bad. If the opportunity presented itself, Featherpaw would still have the out of the 'illness' coming back. Plus, going for a bit of training might help her plan out the scheme more. "Who all are we waiting for?" she asked.
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Post by lazy penguin on Sept 18, 2017 16:53:20 GMT -5
Rainpaw |x| Floraclan Camp
Rainpaw sat in a shadowed corner of camp, his eyes tracing the unfolding scene only accompanied by a massive grin that stretched across his face. The young tom simply adored being an apprentice, and he seemed to absorb any drama that came out of his new title. Featherpaw is so brave, he thought to himself, practically bouncing on his hind paws. To lie to a warrior like that, heck- even I don't have those guts. Rising to his delicate feet, he pranced over towards the older apprentice and the cats surrounding her, his neck craning to find a better view.
When his endeavor yielded no success, the young tom rocked back onto the heel of his paws, trying-and failing, to look like he had no interest in the other cats' conversation. Maybe I should go wait with the other apprentices, he realized, noticing that he was surrounded by no one except those which he was trying not to draw attention from. No, his mind whispered back. If you leave now they'll surely realize you were eavesdropping.
Now in a small panic, the tom felt his gaze angle up towards the colorful sky, hoping to appear like he was simply in a day dream. As he stood there doing nothing, his mind began to wander to the training that had been promised. He couldn't keep his excitement hidden- which was problematic for the ambiance he was trying to display. His tail began to lash back and forth, and a small sneeze only made him cringe more. Deciding it was for the best, the young cat gave up and tried to walk away as quietly as possible. Maybe they won't notice....
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(I'll work on getting starter up for my other character's later, but Rainpaw is my little bab so his was really fun!)
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Post by exceed on Sept 18, 2017 16:53:42 GMT -5
b r e e z e d r e a m - - clan camp
A warm, light-as-air purr rolled out of her as the light grey cat shifted, eyes glinting with joy even through the usual scatterbrained look in them. "Wonderful," she mewed with a smile, making her way up to just below Lionstar's perch. It was above where Morningskies and Loonwhisker often sat, but just low enough to not be considered rude- well, not rude at least to her and Lionstar. The elders would have a fit if they saw her, she just knew it.
Her tail waved back and forth from where she laid, safe and secure even though to everyone it would seem like she could fall at any moment. Despite how she acted, Breezedream was perhaps the best at keeping balanced high up- it was something she enjoyed. She slept at night on the tree that sheltered the medicine den or next to Lionstar's den, whatever the molly wanted that night.
"The forest spirits have been telling me about a wandering spirit on the wind," she whispered softly, only loud enough to carry to Lionstar's ears. With him she was much clearer- even if it wasn't obvious to most.
"They're looking for a little blackbird."
w i n d b l o s s o m & p i n e p a w -- clan camp
"Thank you, thank you," Pinepaw murmured, tail brushing up against Woodpeckerpaw once more. The apprentice, even if younger, was someone he admired. Mature, everything he wanted to be, kinder than he was...it made the poor tom's heart sink even as he smiled. His mother would never truly be proud of him, he knew. It wasn't too much of an issue for him, though. Not at all.
"Come along," his mother said sharply, making him startle before moving closer to her, tail drooping. Couldn't she leave him alone for once?
The mother merely smiled once he was closer before paying more attention to her mate, softly talking about what they could do before complimenting Applepaw. Pinepaw's eyes crept back to his paws as they walked, shrinking lightly.
He'd never be worth anything. Never.
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Post by dαιѕy on Sept 18, 2017 18:48:32 GMT -5
stormchaser - ravenpaw
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Rolling his eyes at the faking apprentice, Stormchaser flicked his tail tip and
glanced at the camp entrance, wondering when they'd be heading off. His gaze
wandered around the clearing with a curious glint in them. The silver tabby
was lost in thought, until he saw Rainpaw dance a bit too happily at the sight
of Featherpaw's scolding. Chortling with amusement, the warrior watched his
awkward encounter. It was quite obvious he had been eavesdropping and the
only thing that could make this exchange better would be the sharp tongue of
Loonwhisker. Furrowing his brows, Stormchaser watched the four felines with
an amused expression across his maw.
Ravenpaw flinched at Loonwhiskers cold and calculating tone, unaware that
that scary queen had followed her over to Featherpaw. She knew that
Loonwhisker wasn't a warrior to mess with, especially when it came to training.
Unsure of how to deal with the situation, the black and white Molly took a
couple of paw steps backward, but was greeted with the furry flank of Rainpaw.
Stumbling into him, she squeaked in surprise and toppled over, pulling him with
her. "R-Rainpaw?" she stammered nervously, getting to her paws and shaking out
her now dusty pelt. "Where did you come from? I'm so sorry, I hadn't seen you
just then, it was like you appeared out of thin air.." trailing off, the awkward
apprentice stopped rambling, ears burning as she awaited a scolding from one of
the senior warriors for being so careless. ............................................................................
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Post by . on Sept 18, 2017 22:03:56 GMT -5
(I might drop Stoemstrike and Foxclaw for now just cause I think it'll be easier to manage two characters now, but could I have them saved so I can bring them in later? Like their flowers can be freed up, but I want to save them so I can just bring them up when I'm feeling better. Working on a response for Gingerpaw)
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Post by Mama Gretta on Sept 18, 2017 22:53:05 GMT -5
With a quick nod of her head, the young apprentice followed closely behind, hop-walking all the way. No one actually knew WHY she hopped when she walked. She had done it since she COULD walk, and it hadn't driven off her training, nor her strategy a single bit. Of course, she had to improvise her jumping distance when hunting, but other then that, it wasn't a problem.
"Okay! Do you think they'll be out of their burrows yet?"
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 19, 2017 6:55:50 GMT -5
WORDS
Today is my busy day where I am in class quite literally all day so you may not see a response from me until the late evening!
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 19, 2017 8:27:31 GMT -5
WORDS Gildedtongue & Woodpeckerpaw & Fogdance | Territory
Following after Morningskies' lead, the warrior was flanked by Windblossom and Applepaw, his large cranium turning to peer down the length of his lean figure towards his apprentice. His tail curled over his spine with languid pride, smile easy,
" Yes. Much prey is most active during the morning hours, so it is best we keep a lookout for them. " His big blue eyes briefly flickered to Pinepaw and Woodpeckerpaw who had taken station at the back of the patrol. The brown apprentice had a sympathy to his face despite the lack of smile, a wryness to his lips that perhaps showed some kind of distaste with what was occurring in front of him. Sort of- for Woodpeckerpaw didn't enjoy fights or confrontations whatsoever, preferring to stick to the background and be left to his own devices as he usually was. But Pinepaw had all the pressure, all the expectations on his shoulders, and it made the big amber gaze beside his furrow slightly. With a resolute pat upon the apprentice's shoulder, the tabby offering a sympathetic frown, sticking close alongside his friend as they walked. With soft voice he murmured, " If I hear any prey I'll tell you and you can go get it instead. " Perhaps that would appease Windblossom a bit. Fogdance, on the other hand, did not really care for this. He did it because the longer he stayed in camp the more he felt choked, pushed out into the territory to roam, free but never entirely free. Thousands of memories ran behind his eyelids when he closed them and he saw so many faces, faces who had looked at him with what he'd thought was love, only to turn away one day without it and Fogdance realized how stupid he'd been. Flamecurl was different. He didn't want to think about it. Instead, the silver tabby followed to the flank of the patrol, fur-streaming ears perked to listen to the territory's sounds. They were headed south towards Black River, likely to catch some fish and vole awake around this time of day.
Loonwhisker | Clan Camp
The warrior queen simply furrowed her brow in a sort of knowing way, her sharp jade eyes glowering at Featherpaw and the other apprentices a brief moment longer before turning away. Quite almost stepping over Ravenpaw and Rainpaw, the feminine simply responded with command, " You can do that on your own time when you get back from training. Let's go. "
Her whipcord tail made a shepherding gesture to the apprentices to follow after her and rejoin Stormchaser. Settling beside him again with an aura of cold air, the dilute tortoiseshell scanned camp with her dagger gaze to sniff out any more apprentices who would be joining them. After all, she'd be leaving soon, and she'd find whoever didn't come after. Really, it was a lose-lose situation for everyone involved with Loonwhisker. Her pale green eyes caught Breezedream and Lionstar conversing and her brow furrow more in curiosity now, but her sharpness quickly returned as she looked away and tapped her tail against the ground like heeled boot of impatience, waiting.
Lionstar | Clan Camp
The small, muscled feline shifted his weight on the branch to face her instead, peering out from his perch into clan camp as he waited for her to ascend to just beneath him. His head didn't turn when he could scent her familiar presence near, his golden gaze glinting with the sunlight as a myriad of thought shifted there, incapable of deciphering aside from the fact he looked tense and thoughtful. When Breezedream spoke, the leader's only movement included the lowering of his head, big ear tilted her way, to indicate his clear listening as though she whispered it directly into his ear. There was a slighter narrow of his gaze upon the information gracing him, a soft, thoughtful noise in his maw as he withdrew his cranium back to it's original position.
Breezedream was his first and only apprentice and never once had he questioned her ways of knowledge. He simply accepted it for what it was- after all, Floraclan was cats made of flowers, spoke fox and badger, communicated in all ways with nature around them. Lionstar wasn't entirely surprised that one amongst them had better conversations than the rest did. Breezedream was one of the few who was closest to him and she repaid him well. Truly, he appreciated her wholeheartedly, but getting him to verbalize it was a different story. Thankfully, there always seemed to be a kind of understanding between the two, between her and Morningskies, even in the cold sharpness of Loonwhisker.
The toes of one paw unsheathed their claws, tapping gently against the bark beneath his pads as his voice sounded, a clear rumble,
" The little bird told me only pieces of the story. Tell me, do you have an indication as to which direction this wayward wind is blowing from? "
Lionstar was a cat who had spent much of his time outside of camp and knew it like the back of his paw. Any direction she could tell him- he would be on it in an instance. Luckily Morningskies often traveled with him during these times and knew the territory just as much as he did and could easily scout out the lost little breeze. But the golden leader wanted to see this searching wind for himself.
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Post by . on Sept 19, 2017 9:06:47 GMT -5
"Sorry, Russetear!" Gingerpaw squeaked. She watched her mentor, glad to see he wasn't angry. She hadn't expected him to be angry, but she never knew if he'd had a particularly stressful morning.
She credited the medicine cat with saving her life, but she might have just been an over dramatic kit. She was sick, very sick at times, but she didn't think he'd truly saved her life. Luckily, she didn't get very sick anymore, and when she did, she usually made herself busy learning her herbs or just cleaning up. She wasn't big on resting when she was sick.
"Anyway, I tried to track you down, but Fawnpaw said you were in the nursery. I'm super excited for the kits," she said, sitting down across from her mentor. "Do you think it'll go well?" She gasped. "Maybe Blackbird will let me name one!" she said. She knew it was very unlikely. The mothers usually enjoyed that job, but it never hurt to ask. She'd be too shy to ask. Even if the queen offered it, she'd probably turn it down and then be quiet.
She wasn't going to have kits of her own, but she wanted to name one. Gingerpaw could only hope that a close friend had a littler and let her help. Unfortunately for the apprentice, her closest friend was her mentor and she doubted he'd have kits either.
Oh well, that wasn't Gingerpaw's biggest concern. Especially when she was still occasionally getting herbs mixed up.
"So what's on the schedule for today?" Gingerpaw asked.
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Post by Gold on Sept 19, 2017 10:26:52 GMT -5
"She might if she suddenly had a lot of trouble with the birth," Russetear replied, glancing towards Gingerpaw before he resumed pawing through the herbs. "Although, I think we'd be particularly bad medicine cats if we actually hoped for that sort of thing."
With that said, he finished counting the herbs for perhaps the third time that day, and turned to his apprentice. "I thought that I would take you out gathering," Russetear replied, his attention focused solely on Gingerpaw. "With Blackbird inevitably going to start kitting soon, I'd like to get a surplus of herbs in advance, as those will only be the first kits of the season."
Russetear paused only to catch his breath. "Additionally, as leaf-fall goes on, our old friend greencough is more likely than not going to show himself at some point when it starts to get cooler. There's no catmint on our route, but it wouldn't hurt to look around for some."
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yo i like cats
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Post by exceed on Sept 19, 2017 16:20:29 GMT -5
(( which one is ponyboy and which one is johnny, though?
tbh, i wasn't too fond of the book. had to read it for school a few years back but ive warmed up to it ))
w i n d b l o s s o m & p i n e p a w - - territory
"Just be sure to stay quiet enough so that the prey doesn't hear you," Windblossom murmured softly to Gildedtongue's apprentice, a little smile being much different than the one she gave Pinepaw. A twitch of the nose and her gaze flicked off to the side, spotting the ever-so-slight rustling of the bushes. She said nothing about it, however, waiting to see if any of the apprentices to notice it.
Her son sure didn't, face turned downwards so she couldn't see his face easily. She merely sighed and turned to Applepaw, nudging the little apprentice in the direction of the prey.
Pinepaw was indeed far from noticing the prey- he was caught in his own mind, body moving slowly before he had to put on some speed to catch up. His eyes turned up to catch the back of his mother's disappointed face and he heavily winced before turning to Woodpeckerpaw.
"Did I just miss some?" His voice, formerly saturated with relief, had turned to a kind of almost panic. "Windblossom looked at me like I had missed something, I think, oh-" His soft voice cut off once he saw her nudge the apprentice ahead of them. Tail drooping, he looked in the direction that Windblossom's paw pointed. "She's going to kill me later," he mumbled. "Maybe I can avoid her by helping out Russetear and Gingerpaw or the elders. Maybe Blackbird."
b r e e z e d r e a m -- camp
A long, slow blink was the only answer she gave for a long moment while she looked upon the clan.
Words were...occasionally difficult. The voices she heard weren't particularly the best at communicating- after all, it wasn't other predators she usually talked to. She didn't exactly know what it was, but it seemed to be the soul of the forest, or prey softly chattering to her. Not exactly something she could tell anyone, but it wasn't like anyone but Lionstar, Morningskies and Loonwhisker believed her. She didn't hear from StarClan, after all.
"The wandering soul won't be here for another day yet," she said easily after a time, after thinking about what to say. Her words were unusually clear. This wasn't a time for long-winded stories. Something big was coming to their forest, something that would change their lives, and the less confusion there was, the better things went.
"Most likely south, past the Black River," Breezedream purred lazily. Even compared to Morningskies and Loonwhisker, she told him so much more- her loyalty to him was absolute. He could never lose her trust, after all, almost like a father to her.
A protector? Perhaps.
"Change is coming," she murmured, eyes too-sharp for a split second before they went back to the cloudy, light-hearted haze. "Either way, red roses are beautiful," she chattered, a wide grin on her maw. "Do you think foxes would like to grow them on their pelts? Like we have our own flowers?"
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Post by Gold on Sept 19, 2017 20:23:35 GMT -5
... Noooobody knooooooows~)
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