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Post by Sand on Jan 9, 2024 4:42:33 GMT -5
[ Noo, not Mudspeck and Frostfleck  . This is so sad, I didn’t expect any of them to die from a rogue attack randomly. I really hope we’ll get random kit events soon. I’m good with the new schedule. ] |
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Post by TheKeenGlint on Jan 9, 2024 11:49:26 GMT -5
Before she rose from her nest to begin her duties, Storm-mask liked to indulge in a spot of contemplation. She found it helpful to gather her thoughts, make plans and wonder about the world around her. The process would only take a few minutes, then she'd be ready to meet with Icepath to discuss treatment plans and the like.
At least, under happy circumstances. After what happened to Frostfleck and Mudspeck, her thinking session was taking a little longer than normal.
She pictured herself joining the two warriors on patrol. Their body language confident, they strode forwards towards the sunrise, Storm-mask following close behind. When their patrol was interrupted by stray rogues, she charged forward with bared fangs to protect her cohort, dispatching the rogues with a fierce hiss. Together, the patrol made light work of their assailants, and were free to hunt and catch up with each other, sharing countless vivid stories of their lives.
Perhaps, if she stayed her course and continued her warrior training, she could have prevented such a tragedy. She had no regrets that she chose the path of a medicine cat until now.
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Post by TheKeenGlint on Jan 9, 2024 11:57:07 GMT -5
((OOC: Overdue form update!
Description: Storm-mask is a short-furred, fluffy, grey she-cat with with patches and stripes of grey, both lighter and darker. Some of the dark grey markings form a mask around her luminous silver eyes (that can be easily mistaken for brown at first glance). Storm-mask is a compassionate cat whose happiness rubs off on her clan. Her bad moods, especially her occasional irritation, can influence clanmates as well, however. Intelligent and skilled in herbcraft, she dedicates herself to helping any cat who needs it. After growing disturbed with fighting, she decided to train as a medicine cat. She has had an unwavering faith in StarClan ever since, and she's eternally grateful to them for giving her the opportunity to reconvene with lost loved ones.)) |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2024 12:41:05 GMT -5
(( omg I just realized Dapple has developed a crush on Storm-mask... I was too caught up in the deaths I didn't see it, awww cute! ))
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Post by Brownie on Jan 9, 2024 14:11:51 GMT -5
 Scarletdrift -x-----------x-
An odd sound was nothing unusual, but well, there was reason to be jumpier lately...
"I'll go check," Scarletdrift offered before anyone else could have the chance. He was the closest to the grumbling bush anyways, but if there was something dangerous, he wanted to be the one in front. He couldn't let Beesong. No. Not--
He poked his nose into the bush, claws out and ready, when the creature exploded out the other side. Scarletdrift yowled, jumping back into the air, fur fluffed and bristling, adrenaline surging in his paws-- But even as he hit the ground, the raccoon was already far away, lumbering awkwardly across the pine needles.
Oh, thank StarClan it was just a raccoon. The forest was safe to hunt, see? Nothing to worry about. So why was his breaths coming in gasps, his heartbeat refusing to slow?
-x-----------x-  Icepath
desperation
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Icepath's tail dragged across the ground. She knew better, knew that the dirt in her open wounds would only lead to infection, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
The dream one night, the rogues the next.
How could she possibly have forgotten StarClan's message? If she couldn't do that one job, couldn't do the barest minimum to protect her Clanmates... what was the point?
So she'd ran to the only place she could run: the Moonstone. Icepath had helped bury Mudspeck and Frostfleck, then, with their grave dirt on her paws, she ran. Past PlumClan's orchard, down the double metal tracks, to the scoop of earth where a single, glowing stone sat in the now-moonlight. But Icepath didn't find herself in StarClan. Instead, Riverstar sat beside the stone, her calico pelt shimmering with caught stars, like dewdrops in a spiderweb. "Please," Icepath said. "Send your messages to Storm-mask instead. I--I am not worthy of them."
"Icepath," Riverstar said, her voice gentle but firm. "No cat could have prevented--"
"I could have saved them!" Icepath screamed, her cracked voice breaking, shattering.
The vision snapped. Darkness. She opened her eyes.
A dull rumble was the only warning she got before rocks tumbled down. Still sleeping, still muzzy with her visions, Icepath couldn't get out of the way fast enough. It took her until the dawn to dig her mangled tail from the crumbled stones.
Now, defeated, she pulled her paws back to YewClan. The familiar scent of the border was sour on her tongue, the trees and birdcalls shrill and grating. Had her home always been this loud, this ugly? Her tail dragged a line in the dirt, stinging, but she still couldn't bring herself to care.
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[[ OOC : Gonna get Scarlet's grieving up next, but that, uh. Takes more emotional energy than I have rn.
Idk what happened with Icepath but by golly it did. ]] |
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Post by Sand on Jan 9, 2024 15:19:39 GMT -5
 Spottedfur : patrol with Scarletdrift & Beesong
Spottedfur's pelt bristled at the sound coming from the noisy bush. His silver gaze narrowed as it continued to grumble loudly. Just when he was going to offer to check, Scarletdrift had already beaten him to it.
"Okay, just be careful," he warned the other warrior. Hopefully there were no dangerous predators lurking around anymore. It was difficult enough to realize that Mudfleck and Frostfleck were no longer alive. The clan was grieving for their losses and it was affecting Scarletdrift a lot. After all, Frostfleck was his daughter.
The silver speckled tom leapt back as soon as the ginger and white tom was thrusted backwards into the air. "Scarletdrift?!" he meowed as he glanced around wildly for the raccoon. "Where did it--"
Spottedfur looked towards the pine trees, where thousands of pine needles rested. The raccoon was already gone, headed off to... well, wherever it wanted to go next. He turned his attention towards Scarletdrift, glancing at the tom worriedly. "You okay?" he asked, padding over to the tom. "Take a deep breath or two. I don't think that raccoon's going to be coming back any time soon."
[ spottedfur's grieving pip will be coming soon, just gonna find the energy for it. ] |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 9, 2024 17:51:46 GMT -5
[ i know technically Heavy didn’t have a real interaction pip this moon but if anybody wants to do a little scene she’s open 👉👈 ]
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Post by Dew on Jan 9, 2024 20:05:22 GMT -5
 ---Hunting patrol with Scarletdrift,Spottedfur---Beesong walked out of camp with Scarletdrift and Spottedfur, taking the rear. Her ears pricked up at the noises of the forest around her, the singing of birds in the trees, the hum of mice running across the forest floor. No pawsteps, other than ours Beesong thought to herself, reassuring herself. Her belly grumbled and she thought about food. I've never tried a frog before... her belly grumbled again, and she raced up to catch up with the others. An odd noise came from behind a bush. Beesong's fur stood on end. What could it be? Is it the rouges? As she stood there worrying however, Scarletdrift had already burst through the bushes to meet... whatever it was. Beesong cautiously followed. She got there just in time to see the tail of a racoon running away into the forest. "Are you ok? I don't smell blood; it didn't hurt you right?" Beesong circled Scarletdrift, but all she could smell was fear scent. "Let's quickly catch something then head back" Beesong offered, opening her mouth to see if any prey had stuck around after the ruckus. |
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Post by Brownie on Jan 9, 2024 22:09:06 GMT -5
[ i know technically Heavy didn’t have a real interaction pip this moon but if anybody wants to do a little scene she’s open 👉👈 ] Icepath is stuck in the healer's den now it could be an interesting conversation for them =o ]] |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 9, 2024 22:49:09 GMT -5
Heavy »
Rejection sat sour on Heavy’s tongue. Stempaw’s complaints about her hung over her head like a storm cloud pregnant with rain. No longer wanting to be in the main camp, Heavy pushed up on her front paws to drag herself back inside the medicine cat den. It took her longer than she’d like to admit to make it back, and once she did she noticed the figure of Icepath sitting among the darkness of the shadows that danced inside.
For a moment the loner ignored the older molly. The thought of interacting with the medicine cat had her stomach churning, but upon further inspection Heavy could see a tenseness in Icepath’s shoulders that usually wasn’t there. The medicine cat looked stiff, as if she were made of stone yet trying so hard to keep herself composed. The deaths of two Clanmates was sure to be weighing heavy upon the molly’s mind. Icepath was the Clan’s healer. She surely felt responsible for both Frostfleck’s and Mudspeck’s passing.
Heavy remained silent as she unceremoniously dragged herself back into her nest, realizing how cold it had gotten since she had left it. A shiver ran up her spine, yet she partially ignored it as her attention fluttered back to Icepath. Heavy’s heart still ached and she remained uncertain on whether or not she was even welcomed into the Clan, but she pushed these thoughts down as she finally made a decision for herself - even though she felt terrible, she realized that Icepath must be feeling terrible as well, and Icepath had given a lot of her time and service to help Heavy, a random loner that had no ties with any of the Clans until now. Maybe trying to help the medicine cat would make Heavy feel a little better about herself.
While she didn’t want to outright pry into the medicine cat’s negativities, Heavy did at least try her best at starting something of a conversation. She stretched her head forward, angling her body towards Icepath as best she could. ”Icepath,” she began in a quiet voice, ”may I ask a question?”
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Post by Brownie on Jan 9, 2024 23:50:31 GMT -5
Icepath -x-----------x-
Icepath was--and there was no better way to say it--moping. Since arriving back in camp, she bandaged her tail, detached, more by muscle memory and reflex than any real care for her own health. Not... not right now.
And then she hadn't really left her nest. She should be resting, healing. Excuses, really, something deep in her whispered, but it was still quiet enough to be ignored. Compared to that, Heavy's soft voice roared in her ears: "Icepath, can I ask you something?"
It took a heartbeat for the words to unscramble themselves from meaningless sounds, but once they did, Icepath sat up. Embracement broke through her melancholy, she must look horrible, but there was nothing to be done about that now. No, maybe on this, she could help. "Of course," she said, and her voice was even more crackling than usual. She hadn't used it after her scream, her throat raw and gritty. She tried her best to swallow, painfully, trying her best not to wince, and gave Heavy all her attention--or what attention her dissociated mind could muster. "What do you need?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 10, 2024 1:56:48 GMT -5
Heavy »
This was too much. Heavy was pushing her luck with Icepath. She was teetering on the edge of being a nuisance and being downright disrespectful. Icepath was mourning the loss of two Clanmates, two cats that, frankly, Heavy had no real opinion on. Frostfleck and Mudspeck had been mere names to Heavy, simply two cats that she may had seen once or twice in her moons here in the Clan. Their passing meant little to nothing to her, but she could tell in the way that Icepath held herself, in the way that the healer croaked out her words, that their deaths meant everything to Icepath. The medicine cat was hurting, trembling under the pressure of two dead friends, cats with whom she had had relationships with, and now Heavy was here about to ask a stupid, self centered question. She felt like a narrow-minded kit in the moment, but she also felt that maybe her question would get Icepath to think of something else other than Mudspeck and Frostfleck.
The tri-colored feline drew in a deep breath. She steeled herself, preparing as well as she could for any potential backlash Icepath may throw at her. There may not be any, the medicine cat could very well be too broken, but Heavy was ready to brace the worst.
”Why did you treat me? I mean, you…you have no loyalty toward me. I’m not any cat important to your Clan so you could have just left me out there. So why?” She was eager to hear the medicine cat’s response while simultaneously dreading hearing Icepath’s cracked voice. There were so many cadences of grief bouncing off Icepath’s voice, grating at Heavy’s ears and pulling at her heart, but maybe she could open up a chance for Icepath to think of something else. Maybe she could offer the medicine cat even just a momentary respite in the midst of her grieving.
[ man, poor Ice :c ]
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Post by Sand on Jan 10, 2024 10:50:19 GMT -5
Spottedfur : staying by Mudspeck's side
Spottedfur sat idly in the camp clearing, next to the cooling body of Mudspeck. Frostfleck's body wasn't too far either, but he had chosen to sit next to the brown tom. His stomach churned and twisted into knots while his silver gaze just stared forward with little movement. He was trying to grieve, but the death of his clanmates didn't feel real. It felt like a horrific nightmare that no cat would want to experience.
The silver speckled tom had yet to eat and didn't feel up to it at all. He'd rather starve for a few days instead of acting like everything was okay. It was far from okay-- they had lost their deputy and a great warrior. Both were younger than Spottedfur and he could only imagine how Scarletdrift felt about the situation. The ginger and white tom had lost a daughter... nothing could compare to that. No parent was meant to bury their kit. It wasn't right, it was downright terrible. He didn't even want to think about losing Stormmask. She was everything to him.
The senior warrior glanced over at Mudspeck's body, noticing that the medicine cats had cleaned him up for a proper burial. The scent of rosemary wafted in the night air. Part of him wondered what would have happened if he had been in Mudspeck's place. Surely they would mourn the loss of him too or at least when he'd die. Maybe it should have been him to be attacked and killed by the rogues. Then again, his thinking was off and headed towards the deep end of things.
For now, though, Spottedfur wasn't going to leave Mudspeck's side. He would stay here until the fellow warrior was buried. That was the least he could do for the brown tom.
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Post by jaybun! on Jan 11, 2024 0:39:46 GMT -5
ooc;; so sorry i've been gone! had to fix up my laptop after a bummer tech issue. i'll def have a post for bubbling up next moon; sucks that i've missed some really good moments in the meantime
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Post by Sweetfang on Jan 11, 2024 13:23:39 GMT -5
Hello, this rp looks super interesting! I love the randomized idea of it all. I'm wondering if I can be added to the waitlist? No problem if not :3
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Post by Brownie on Jan 11, 2024 14:53:22 GMT -5
Hello, this rp looks super interesting! I love the randomized idea of it all. I'm wondering if I can be added to the waitlist? No problem if not :3 Totally! The waitlist is a little long because two players just lost their cats, but hopefully we'll get a litter of kits soon!!! We're overdue for kits ]] |
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Post by Brownie on Jan 11, 2024 15:09:47 GMT -5
x - Moon 16 - x
Mid greenleaf; very hot
Clan Events: None
Wants to spend time alone today Patrol: Border (starter) Relationships - Appreciates how Spottedfur always asks how he's doing (++)
- Complains that Heavy isn't being helpful (--) with Dappleswipe, Spottedfur
Event : Two PlumClan kits
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Bubblingstar and Spottedfur bring the kits back to PlumClan's camp and are immediately greeted by the leader, who thanks them for finding the missing kits.
Dappleswipe STATUS: HEALTHY || @gloomylatte Encourages the older cats to share their skills with the younger generations Patrol: Border Relationships - Has a difference of opinion with Stempaw on patrol (-) with Spottedfur, Bubblingstar
Event : Two PlumClan kits
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Bubblingstar and Spottedfur bring the kits back to PlumClan's camp and are immediately greeted by the leader, who thanks them for finding the missing kits. Icepelt STATUS: INJURED! MANGLED TAIL || Brownie Is feeling silly Major Events Event: Treated with juniper. Patrol: None Relationships - Helps Stempaw pick burrs from his fur (+)
- Talks to Stempaw (+) with none
Event : None
Choice : None
Outcome : None Is feeling stressed taking care of the Clan Major Events Event: Gathered catmint and wild garlic. Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Caught Heavy complaining behind her back (--) with Beesong
Event : Stress
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Storm-mask is stressed about her work, and Beesong is able to cheer her up and have an extremely successful patrol, gathering ragwort, raspberry and more cobwebs. Is grateful to Storm-mask for her dedication Patrol: Border Relationships - Thinks Scarletdrift is being thoughtful. (+)
- Has a difference of opinion with Dappleswipe on patrol. (-) with Bubblingstar, Dappleswipe
Event : Two PlumClan kits
Choice : Proceed.
Outcome : Bubblingstar and Spottedfur bring the kits back to PlumClan's camp and are immediately greeted by the leader, who thanks them for finding the missing kits. Tries to set a good example for younger cats Patrol: Hunting (starter) Relationships - Avoids looking at Heavy while talking to her.
- Notices Stempaw doing his best today (+)
alone
Event : A walk
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Scarletdrift doesn't catch much, too busy enjoying walking through YewClan's territory and the memories he's made there. Is hoping Bubblingstar notices their improving condition Major Events Event: Treated with juniper. Patrol: None Relationships - Feels worse when Storm-mask accidentally gives them the wrong treatment (--)
- Works together with Stempaw (+)
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Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Patrol: Herb gathering (starter) Relationships - Stands tall when walking past Heavy. with Storm-mask
Event : Stress
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Storm-mask is stressed about her work, and Beesong is able to cheer her up and have an extremely successful patrol, gathering ragwort, raspberry and more cobwebs. Stem-- STATUS: ILL; HEAT EXHAUTION || Nettle Wonders if life in FlowerClan would have been the same Major Events Event: Stempaw earns his warrior name! Choices: Stemnip, Stemspots, Stemriver
Stem-- also gets heat exhaustion. Patrol: None Relationships - Thinks Spottedfur was kind to him today (+) with None
Event : None
Choice : None
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Post by Brownie on Jan 11, 2024 15:10:39 GMT -5
I'll finish up my Icepath-Heavy interaction and get Scarlet's grief of Frostfleck and Mudspeck today. I finally have a second to breathe haha ]]
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Post by Nettle on Jan 11, 2024 16:05:19 GMT -5
STEMPAW IS A WARRIOR LET'S GOO!!!! Yay  )) |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 11, 2024 17:04:12 GMT -5
Heavy »
hopes bubblingstar notices her improvements & helping stem - Nettle
Things were starting to look better this moon than they had last moon. Greenleaf was in full swing and the air was thick with sluggish humidity, but Heavy’s spirits were much brighter than they had been as of late. The grief that had shrouded the Clan seemed to be lifting as well, the sorrow that had shook the Clan to its very core melting away like dew in the morning sun. While Frostfleck’s and Mudspeck’s deaths did not faze the calico molly all that much, she was glad to see that the rest of the Clan were starting to look chipper, more at ease than they had last moon.
This moon had also given way to a much needed ceremony. Stempaw was no longer Stempaw, but rather, Stem-. Despite feeling rejected by the tom in the alst few moons, Heavy had sat outside the medicine cat den fluffed out with pride for the newest warrior of the Clan; she was sure she had yowled his new name the loudest when Bubblingstar had announced his warriorship to the members of YewClan.
After the ceremony had died away and cats had drifted back to their dens, Heavy had stayed outside her den a moment longer, watching Stem- from her place as the gray tabby prepared himself for his vigil. Clan traditions were still odd to Heavy, but she didn’t question it before retiring to her nest in the medicine cat den.
Now here they were, a few days later, side by side, spending time with one another and making up for lost time. In his first few days as a warrior Stem- had become victim to the hazy heat that clung to the forest like a burr. Finding himself back in the medicine cat den meant that Heavy had her friend back, and she had been quick to offer help when it was noted that the medicine cat den was getting a little stuffy - now that there were no more apprentices in the Clan, it was up to the entire Clan to keep the nests from getting musty.
Not wanting Stem- to push himself too hard, Heavy put herself in charge of doing most of the work, asking Stem- to hand her the new moss once she had gotten rid of the old. ”How do you like being a warrior? I know you worked hard for it,” she mewed, casting a blue-eyed glance toward the tomcat as she placed some old moss in a pile off to the side. As she worked and waited for a response, she wondered, not for the first time, if she would ever join the Clan as a full warrior. Would Bubblingstar want that if she ever healed? The calico knew there were some differing opinions about her between the YewClan cats, and while even she had her doubts of staying if her back ever mended, but she was once again contemplating joining for good, especially since her relationship with Stem- seemed to be getting back on track.
Heavy’s whiskers twitched in silent mirth. Would Bubblingstar warm up to her if he knew she was keeping the dens clean? It took her longer than it would an able-bodied cat, but she was helping the Clan out in one of the few ways that she could. Getting around was still hard, but keeping herself mobile made her feel more nimble and agile than she had at the start of her injury. Did Bubblingstar notice? Maybe if he saw her he’d be more inclined to welcome her as a full YewClan cat if she decided to stay after healing. Maybe she’d ask Stem- what his thoughts on that would be, but for now, she was curious to know how he felt about finally being a warrior.
Heavy »
feels worse when given wrong treatment - @ open
In the last few days Heavy had been feeling better. She had even gotten her hopes up thinking that she was improving and that she would finally wake up to a healed back. Even this morning that hope continued to bloom in her chest, and when Stormmask had given her an assortment of herbs to eat this morning, Heavy didn’t question it one bit. The remedy had tasted different than what she had been getting, a bit sweeter and tangier than what was usual, but still, Heavy had not questioned it.
Until now.
Laying in her nest the molly let out an uneasy groan as her shoulders tensed and pulled uncomfortably underneath her pelt. The tension radiated down through her spine as well, and Heavy was sure if she could feel her back half that even her tail was filled with strained tension.
”What did Stormmask even give me?” She huffed to herself. Heavy hadn’t felt this sore since she had come back to consciousness after being found and brought back to YewClan’s camp. ”I thought she knew her herbs by now.” It wasn’t like Stormmask to give Heavy the wrong combination of herbs, but whatever had happened today was not sitting right with the calico, and she was not happy with Stormmask’s mistake. If this little mishap set back Heavy’s healing… Perhaps from now on she’d only take herbs from Icepath. After their interaction last moon and now with Stormmask’s mistake, Heavy could trust the older medicine cat a lot more than her apprentice.
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Post by Nettle on Jan 11, 2024 17:15:40 GMT -5
I quite like Stemriver, might name him that.]]
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Post by Brownie on Jan 11, 2024 17:30:43 GMT -5
I quite like Stemriver, might name him that.]] Stemriver it is! ]] |
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Post by Nettle on Jan 11, 2024 17:31:33 GMT -5
Stemriver Stemriver earns his warrior name! Stempaw felt as though he might burst. Excitement pulsed through his now adult-sized body, as he strode forward to graciously accept his new warrior name from Bubblingstar. The oath is now said, and he replies with a clam, "I do." Before the crowd behind him erupts into cheering. He was aware that some warriors wouldn't fully accept him, due to his Flowerclan blood, but he managed to push that feeling away. He accepted his new name as " Stemriver." Stemriver was immidiatly bestowed upon himthe challenge to sit vigil, but as the ceremony finished and the clan parted, he felt a rush of joy when he spotted his new nest in the warriors' den.
Stemriver- Helping Heavy in the medicine den [Heat exhaustion]Recently, Stemriver had come to gain heat exhaustion from a patrol. He was given back to the medicine den to be under observation by the watchful eyes of Icepath and Storm-mask. He was pretty upset having to already give up his place in the warriors' den, but he was excited to spend time with Heavy again. They were both helping out around the den, clearing out old useless herbs and refreshing the nests. He heard Heavy ask him about being a warrior from where she was placing feathers. "I like it alright. It's exciting sleeping with the warriors, but it won't be as good without you. Starclan will make you better soon, I know it. And perhaps you can join us on patrols and hunt with us!" Stemriver let his excitement pour out, but imagining the times he'd have with Heavy made the sorrowful hole in his heart open wider, as he knew deep down that it wasn't likely Heavy would be able to run and hunt and patrol again. He turned to face Heavy, hoping that he wouldn't greet a hurt expression, but he saw her continuing to clean out the moss.
Stemriver - Thinks Spottedfur was kind to him today. Wonders if life in FlowerClan would have been the same.Having a restful afternoon outside the medicine den, Stemriver was left with only his thoughts. He wondered about his old clan, and if they'd forgive him for leaving. The abuse he was given by his parents and siblings could never be forgotten but starting a new life with Yewclan had left those memories to be at ease, at least. While he was deep in thought, he noticed Spottedfur giving him a friendly smile as they passed, leaving Stemriver to think they'd been quite nice to them today, which he was in fact quite pleased with. He liked when cats from Yewclan were kind to him, since he didn't have any proper Yewclan blood. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 11, 2024 17:49:56 GMT -5
Heavy »
While she kept flip-flopping between whether or not she thought she would heal, hearing Stemriver sounding so certain that she would one day be better made her believe that she would have a fully recovered back. She smiled with a purr as she pushed away some more old moss, gathering quite a pile as she worked. ”It’s been so long since I’ve been able to really do anything that it’s hard to imagine getting better,” she admitted in a soft voice. This was something she felt like she could only confide to Stemriver about. He would be the only cat to care about her insecurities, the only cat that would try and make her feel better about herself.
”Do you think Bubblingstar would let me be a warrior? I mean, I’ve lived here for moons now, but I’m still not a real member of the Clan.” Perhaps if he came around the medicine den today and saw Heavy refreshing the area, he’d be impressed. Bubblingstar could see that she was a real asset to the Clan despite her broken back. She couldn’t hunt or protect borders just yet, but if Stemriver believed that she would heal, then by the ancestors she’d be healed one day and would take her turn providing for YewClan.
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Post by Nettle on Jan 11, 2024 17:56:58 GMT -5
Stermriver - Talking to Heavy.Stemriver dropped the last of the dead herbs into a neat pile and wandered over to Heavy. He sat down beside her. "I will personally make sure you get the best treatment possible, and I will argue with Bubblingstar day and night so that you are granted a warrior name. And trust me, I'm pretty annoying." Stemriver grinned cheekily, before his eyes grew soft. "You're a good cat, Heavy, and StarClan will see that, and make sure you get better." |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 11, 2024 18:40:12 GMT -5
Heavy »
Laughter lit up the molly’s blue eyes. She shook her head, amused by Stemriver’s spunkiness. He had always carried a bold attitude about himself, and it filled Heavy with joy knowing that the young tom would stand up to her as much. ”Don’t get too carried away though,” she warned with a toothy smile, ”or Bubblingstar might just punish that cheekiness.”
She had missed Stemriver’s company in the last few moons. All the pain and hurt she had built up had come crashing down, relieving her and giving her the chance to once again breathe comfortably and relax. Falling back into her friendship with Stemriver was so easy. As easy as it had once been for her to run.
Heavy paused her organizing for a moment, eyes shifting to glance at her limp back legs. Stemriver was so sure that she’d be healed one day, and his confidence was contagious, but what if she didn’t actually recover? A shiver ran up her spine. The idea of never being able to run again created a hollow pit in the depths of her stomach. ”Could you pass me some fresh moss?” She asked in an attempt to divert her thoughts to the present rather than the possible, bleak future. She wanted to enjoy her time with Stemriver, not fall into a depressed, worried mess.
Rather than focus on the negative outcome of her condition, she looked to what could happen if she really did heal. ”What do you think my warrior name would be?” Heavy still had her doubts on whether or not she’d stay after healing, but spending time with Stemriver was pushing her closer to staying. Sure, YewClan’s ways were still a little confusing to her and she didn’t quite understand everything - and she didn’t know if she ever would - but she’d be willing to give it a chance. Which made her wonder what sort of name she’d be given. Having grown accustomed to being called Heavy now, the molly was sure her name would be Heavy something. Heavyback? Heavyscar? No. Surely Bubblingstar wouldn’t be so cruel as to give her a name like that. Heavysnow? Heavyvine? She had no idea. In fact, she still had no idea how warrior names even worked; she understood what they meant and why a cat received a warrior name, but how did Bubblingstar pick them out, how did he decide on what a cat’s name would be for the rest of their life? She looked to Stemriver for clarity on this. He had been in a Clan his entire life. He’d understand how it all worked.
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Nettle
woof woof
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Post by Nettle on Jan 11, 2024 23:24:01 GMT -5
Stemriver gave an amused purr. "Yeah, probably," Stemriver mewed, turning back to his herbs. "It'd be so worth it, though, that's for sure."Stemriver continued pawing at the herbs, trying to separate them into reasonable piles so the medicine cats or himself would be able to carry them to a place of disposal without dropping any. He was working away before he heard Heavy request some fresh moss. "Sure," Stemriver murmured, padding over to get the moss. He picked it up and noticed Heavy looked slightly sorrowful. He didn't want to push her, as he had easily guessed what it was about, but instead he just placed the moss down beside her and smiled. After a little more work, they were just finishing up. Stemriver was surprised to see how many herbs had gone bad, and how many were still there! Did the medicine cats not even try and clean? Stemriver shook his head. They'd probably just been busy helping Heavy, which if they were Stemriver would be incredibly thoughtless of the number of bad herbs. Then he heard Heavy ask what her warrior name would be from where she was laying. "Well if I were to guess, I think... Heavy. Heavy is the perfect name, it may be strange, but it's yours." Stemriver replied, settling down to curl his tail around the she-cat affectionately.
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Post by jaybun! on Jan 11, 2024 23:52:51 GMT -5
ooc;; everyone gives poor heavy such as a hard time BUBBLINGSTAR - On his own, thinking about Heavy Bubblingstar very much appreciated the uplifted mood about the camp after Stemriver's ceremony. Flowerclan or otherwise, the young tom had proven himself a diligent warrior; and he was proud that his clan could appreciate it as well. But as pleased as he was, Bubblingstar still took to his den a little more than usual. It still felt strange, how tired he seemed to get after social activities now. What was once refreshing for him, was now draining; especially around the cats he had yet to know very well. Heavy stuck out to him- whether it was the she-cat's constant presence in camp as she healed, or just being an outsider, Bubblingstar seemed to naturally pay more attention to her. It didn't seem that Heavy was a much of a contributing member of the clan. But maybe that was just his perspective? Huffing, the tom shook his head, curling up in his nest. She was still healing, it wasn't as if he was very useful when his leg had been broken. BUBBLINGSTAR - Border patrol with Dappleswipe, Spottedfur @gloomylatte sand Adjusting to Dappleswipe's new position was still an active process. Bubblingstar wasn't too sure why he had chosen her for deputy in the first place- gut instinct? But at the end of the day, what was done was done. And if there was any cat he should get to know the best, his deputy was it. He'd taken to inviting the she-cat on patrols as often as he could, alternating the lead every so often. Already, he'd learned a lot about Dappleswipe's thought process; both following and leading. Today was another a patrol, and aside from inviting his deputy, his second pick was as always, Spottedfur. Bubblingstar had found himself relying more and more on the other tom, even seriously considered him for pick for deputy. As such, he quickly rounded up the two warriors, and set out to the border they shared with Plumclan. |
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Nettle
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Post by Nettle on Jan 12, 2024 3:33:40 GMT -5
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 12, 2024 18:59:11 GMT -5
[ heavy's just out here vining right now and bubbling is like "wow why aint she doing anything" ] Heavy »
Heavy didn’t think getting into trouble for her sake would be worth it, but she remained quiet, letting Stemriver keep his thoughts. She doubted there was much she could even say or do that would get the tomcat to change his mind anyway.
She nodded her thanks when the new warrior passed her some fresh moss. Heavy worked it with her paws for a moment before rounding it out and creating a nest with it, making sure it was tidy and well before she turned her attention away from it and back to Stemriver.
Surprise flashed in her eyes at her companion’s answer. Hearing him say that her name was already good enough for a warrior was not something she had expected. ”Did you know my name wasn’t Heavy before I was brought here?” The calico wondered if any YewClan cat had questioned whether or not Heavy had been her given name, but if any cat was curious about that they had never asked. Heavy had never brought it up, either, and by now she was accustomed to being referred to as such, but it had not been the name she had used before her injury. Now she was just Heavy, and she figured she would always be Heavy from now on, regardless on if she stayed with the Clan or not. |
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. This is so sad, I didn’t expect any of them to die from a rogue attack randomly. 
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