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Post by Dew on Mar 7, 2024 15:57:24 GMT -5
I have a question about Scarletdirft + Thrushpaw patrol. Do they smell the Badger and then witness Heavy stumbling into its den?
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Post by Sand on Mar 7, 2024 16:05:42 GMT -5
( the relationship breakers are surprising to me for some of the characters. I didn't realize that Spottedfur had romantic feelings for Scarletdrift or that Stormmask had a bit of romantic feelings for Heavy. also, I love that Mistle really cares for Spottedfur <3 aw, Bubblingstar, no  it was to be expected, but still. ) |
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Post by Brownie on Mar 7, 2024 16:09:36 GMT -5
lazzylake you totally can, but try to keep it to wrapping-up (; Dew up to you! That might be a lot of cats to rope in, and their training patrol is supposed to be kind of a failure; they def could be tracking the badger and not find it, then react later to Heavy stumbling in on it if that fits better! But I'm only here to tell what the events are, yalls job is to describe how they happen Sand they've been flirting for MOONS or well, Spottedfur has been admiring Scarlet for moons hehe I try to put +rom when it's flirting but I sometimes have to check the logs to see what each dialogue ends up translating to Also yall I'm going to be at least temporarily taking Brightpaw. I've been itching to do a few prompts ]]
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Post by Brownie on Mar 7, 2024 16:11:43 GMT -5
front page now fully updated, sorry to the few of you that got a lot of pings xp ]]
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Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 7, 2024 16:13:30 GMT -5
[ omg spotted and scarlet would be so cute together ;v;
The Storm x Heavy crushes are quite interesting, and it seems like Heavy and Stem are back to crushing again as well. Loving these relationship stats!
Replies will be coming later tonight ~ ]
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Post by Brownie on Mar 7, 2024 16:29:13 GMT -5
 Brightpaw -x- - --- - -x-
It was too chilly to be listening properly.
Not that Brightpaw was particularly cold: her long, pale ginger fur kept the worst of the chill from her skin and the battle training Stemriver was putting her through made her blood sing and her limbs grow warm with exertion.
The cold reminded her of winter. Of sickness and hunger, those few moons when she couldn't see Slatepaw, Heavy. Her stomach dropped and a shiver raced down her spine.
She wasn't listening.
Brightpaw stumbled, not for the first time this session, her paws crossing as her brain knew to move right but her body was still stuck on the momentum of her leftward dodge. She ended up in a heap, evergreen needles prickling against her fur. "Oof," she muttered, the breath knocked out of her. Sucking in the cold air burned her lungs, frost tingling like melting snowflakes against her insides.
It took a few moments to convince herself to get up. The forest was so bright in the cold, the sky electric blue and the pines waving like tails in the wind. What would they look like with snow on their needles? She'd been a kit the last time she'd seen snow, and so had only witnessed it covering the lower half of YewClan's territory, below the ridge, where it balanced precariously on thin, bare branches of oaks and walnuts.
Brightpaw pulled in a fortifying breath and got to her paws. "Sorry," she apologized, but couldn't meet Stemriver's eyes. Her father's eyes, she knew, looked exactly like her own. Once she'd heard that, it had been hard to meet his gaze; there was a reason a cat couldn't see their own face, and seeing his eyes--knowing they were her eyes--made her a little uncomfortable. Like they shared a shard of the same soul.
Normally this would be the time to explain herself, make amends, maybe offer promises of doing better, trying harder, but Brightpaw couldn't bring herself to say the words, knowing that she wouldn't mean them. Not today, not with her mind stutter-stepping around the cold memories that made her paws cold and belly hollow in sympathy. Her tail fell and she looked away. The bed of pine needles wouldn't judge her.
-x- - --- - -x- [[ OOC : hehe one okay. Also Brightpaw is def a green for her eyes. ]]
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Post by Sand on Mar 7, 2024 16:45:54 GMT -5
[ I am so down for Spotted x Scarlet ;w; they would be great together!
will get pips & replies up tomorrow since it's late here, but I'll start writing them ahead of time. ]
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Post by lazzylake on Mar 7, 2024 16:48:01 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
Relationship pip:Has a friendly chat with Bubblingstar
The morning fog had dissipated by the time Dappleswipe rose up from her den. The molly emerged from the shadows and arched her back as a cool crisp breeze ruffled her quivering tail. Leaf-fall would be approaching YewClan soon. Thank StarClan Dappleswipe thought. Prey may be scurrying off into their holes, but the deputy enjoyed the atmosphere of the warm, dried leaves sprinkling the forest floor, camouflaging her tortoiseshell spots. In contrast to how dark the sky looked in the approaching dawn, Dappleswipe was in a talkative mood this morning. Surely she had time to start a conversation before assigning the patrols? She followed her gaze towards Bubblingstar's den. The leader emerged and it seemed like he was just starting his day too. Perhaps he would have news to share... "Pleasant morning, isn't it Bubblingstar? Is everything alright with you?" A series of questions escaped her mouth faster than she could keep up with. "I heard Slatepaw had quite the fall while hunting, but he looks a lot better now. How do you think the other apprentices are doing with their training?"
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Post by Sapphirejas on Mar 7, 2024 16:50:05 GMT -5
I'm very surprised that ingame, Mistleheart dislikes Heavy, as it does not reflect my roleplay with her. Brownie , is it possible for you to edit Mistleheart and Heavy's relationship bars so that it reflects Heavy's motherly relationship with Mistleheart? I can't see Mistleheart disliking the cat who raised her, it's not in her character and roleplay. If not. that is ok. No wonder why she haven't had any cute pips with her "adoptive" mother. Thanks  Mistleheart's patrol and the moon event with Dappleswipe is coming this evening Tomorrow, or the day after I will work on her pips this moon. |
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Post by Dew on Mar 7, 2024 17:01:51 GMT -5
[ I am so down for Spotted x Scarlet ;w; they would be great together! will get pips & replies up tomorrow since it's late here, but I'll start writing them ahead of time. ] [ I agree! Will start my patrol pip tomorrow probably, maybe today if I get around to it. ] |
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Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 7, 2024 17:31:56 GMT -5
Heavy »
Heavy was starting to get tired of all these patrols encountering some dangerous animal or scent of a dangerous animal.
The calico listened as her companions Spottedfur, Mistleheart, and Bubblingstar spoke about the badger scent that had been caught wafting off of PlumClan territory. She had been part of the original patrol that had scented it, and while the possible threat of a badger hadn’t been a worry before, it was becoming a worry now. Greenleaf had faded away, and while the forest was still lush, leaves were slowly beginning to fall and each morning was greeted with a chill in the breeze. Prey would soon become scarce, animals would go hungry. Hunger drove creatures to all sorts of extremes, and if PlumClan’s territory couldn’t support a badger’s voracious appetite, then what was to stop the deadly animal from crossing the border into YewClan’s territory? Just the thought of the black and white omnivore rooting around YewClan and coming across a patrol sent a shiver colder than the wind down Heavy’s back. The last thing the Clan needed was a tragedy that could have been avoided, and the last thing Heavy wanted was one of her kits being hurt, or worse.
Lost in her thoughts Heavy hadn’t realized she had broken away from the patrol. She was mindlessly wondering now, her guard down as she traveled deeper and deeper into her fears about the badger threat. Just one badger could prove extremely deadly, and with so few cats in the Clan, who was to say YewClan could recover if the badger decided to attack?
Overwhelming badger stench clogged Heavy’s nose; she flinched back. Since when did her thoughts become this vivid?
Then she heard cats calling her name, panic in their voices.
Wait a second…
Heavy shook her head, snapping herself back into reality. The badger scent wasn’t just a figment of her imagination. No, the badger scent was coming from right in front of her.
Panic piloted the calico. Unsure if the badger was nearby or not, she sprinted away as fast as she could, pleased to realize that she was still just as quick on her paws as she had been before her broken back. Heavy barely managed to stop herself from running into Mistleheart once she returned to her patrolmates, chest heaving with rapid breaths and her entire pelt spiking. ”Badger..!” She huffed, trying to catch her breath. ”Den nearby!” She waved frantically with her tail where she had just bolted from, hoping and praying that the badger wasn’t home.
Slatepaw »
small argument with stormmask
& annoying dappleswipe with questions - lazzylake
”I don’t care what you say, I’m getting out of this stuffy den!” Hot words erupted from Slatepaw as she stormed - more like hobbled - out of the medicine cat den. Like a porcupine her fur was pine needles, electric tension rippling through each strand of fur on her pelt. For all of Stormmask’s warnings for Slatepaw to not use her paw lest she sprain it even more, the young apprentice was determined to not stay in the medicine cat den any longer than she had to. She had already missed out on too many moons of her kithood due to being stuck in there, she wasn’t repeating that again with her apprenticeship. Slatepaw was too close to earning her warrior name to let a stupid paw that tingled every now and then to stop her.
Every limping pawstep that took her further away from Stormmask was another pawstep that released the annoyance she had felt for the medicine cat. Slatepaw paused to glance behind her shoulder, eyes looking toward Stormmask’s den. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so ready to argue with the medicine cat… Stormmask was doing her best, but Slatepaw just couldn’t stand the idea of wasting her time away in the herb-scented den. Too much of her time had already been wasted away there. The chill in the air was a painful reminder to Slatepaw of the time she had been stuck in the medicine cat den with her lungs full of yellowcough. She hoped the coming cold moons would be kinder to her this time around.
The question of where Bubblingstar was tingled on the young molly’s mind. The answer was already clear to Slatepaw, but she wanted to see if her mentor would be willing to do some sort of training with her. Slatepaw knew there was no way she’d be able to talk Bubblingstar into letting her out of camp, but she was so desperate for something to do that she was even willing to clean out nests and change bedding. That was a type of training, was it not? She had overheard some of the older warriors say something about how the movement of swiping up moss could easily translate into a killing swipe for a clean prey dispatch. Slatepaw flexed the claws on her front paws. After her failed attempt at catching those squirrels last moon she needed all the training she could get to prove to herself and to the Clan that she was a capable hunter of YewClan.
Another sweep of her eyes around the camp led to disappointment. There was no sign of Bubblingstar to be found. Slatepaw huffed. Perhaps he was in his den, still trying to recover from the shock of being attacked by dogs - Slatepaw hadn’t heard much about that whole altercation between canine and feline, but she had been curled up in her nest in the medicine cat den when Bubblingstar had been rushed in for Stormmask’s medical attention. To Slatepaw her mentor had appeared okay, albeit shaken up, but hushed whispers between the medicine cat and leader suggested otherwise. If she found her mentor she’d ask him more about that between training. Bubblingstar wasn’t going to get away with keeping secrets from her!
The flash of black fur dotted with ginger caught Slatepaw’s attention. It wasn’t Bubblingstar, but it was the next best cat - Dappleswipe. The cat Slatepaw was one day going to replace as deputy. Not that Dappleswipe wasn’t a good deputy, she was, but Slatepaw would much rather become leader after Bubblingstar. Dappleswipe could remain deputy under Slatestar’s rule.
Hobbling her way up to the deputy, Slatepaw flashed a wide, toothy grin of welcome. ”Hi, Dappleswipe! How are you?” The young apprentice cocked her head, her tail curling high in the air and quivered with excitement. Maybe she could learn from Dappleswipe and get some good advice on how to serve as a good Clan deputy. ”How do you decide on who goes on what patrol? I’m sure you take into account every cat’s particular skills and whatnot, but I’m sure the same cat can’t always be on a border patrol every day. Did you ever want to be deputy before Bubblingstar promoted you? Do you think I could be deputy?” The questions just kept coming and coming, Slatepaw unable to control her tongue as the words spilled out from her. This was what happened when she was cooped up for too long - all that energy she had had to go somewhere, and today it just happened to be unleashed on Dappleswipe.
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Post by jaybun! on Mar 7, 2024 17:53:45 GMT -5
surprised it took so long for bubbling to lose a life! and to a dog no less, that'll be fun. also shocked to see that he has so many negative pips for slatepaw. could've sworn they'd had quite a few positive ones the past few moons. and spotted x scarlet... :eyes: old men real
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Post by Brownie on Mar 8, 2024 17:13:43 GMT -5
Brightpaw
Plays with a beetle -- open for reactions
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It reminded her of Slatepaw.
Is that mean? Brightpaw thought, redirecting the dark beetle's path with her paw. She'd meant it as a compliment, really: it was stubborn like her sister, trying to push towards the shadow of a twig no matter how many times Brightpaw tried to corral it the other direction. It even looked like Slatepaw, kind of, with a dark shell and lighter stripes.
Brightpaw put her paw in the beetle's path again and it stopped, then tried to scurry around again. Growing a little bored with how the beetle seemed unperturbed by her current meddling, she bopped it harder with her white-tipped paw, scattering some leaves and tossing the beetle onto its back. She had the urge to stick her nose against its flailing legs, feel them tickle against her skin, but she also did not want the beetle to cling to her face, disappear into her fur where she couldn't see it.
"Ew no, no, no," she squealed, giving the beetle another poke with a paw to flip it back upright. It continued on its path like she hadn't interrupted at all and Brightpaw followed it with bright eyes, creeping slowly behind it, fascinated. Every blade of grass must be like a tree, she decided, and the fallen leaves as monumental obstacles as YewClan's ridge. Crossing this small corner of YewClan's camp must be exhausting when it was that small.
-x- - --- - -x- Brightpaw -x- - --- - -x-
This year had been cooler than usual. Spottedfur had mentioned it one day, when she was lurking around the fresh-kill pile waiting for Thrushpaw to return from his training.
Brightpaw didn't often want to talk to her Clanmates outside of her family, and so had only nodded at the senior warrior's comment and found some other place to lurk.
She was glad of the cool weather now. Even with the chilly breeze, Brightpaw was hot enough to pant as she finished dragging the pile of brambles all the way up the ridgeside trail from the forest below. She eyed the apprentice's den on the opposite side of camp, steeled herself for one last stretch, and heaved at the pile of brambles in a monumental effort.
Heavy's familiar pelt urged Brightpaw on, her mother's patchwork of white and ginger a goal Brightpaw set out to reach. A purr didn't make carrying her burden any easier, but it did give her the energy for another push. She was glad to work on this project with Heavy, repairing the apprentice's den before leaf-bare. Hopefully, she and her littermates wouldn't need it by then, but even so, the repairs would make it more comfortable for them on cold leaf-fall nights.
Finally, she made it to her destination and dropped the mat of brambles with a dramatic sigh. "I got more," she mewed between breaths, grinning with pride at her own accomplishment despite her exhaustion. It really was a respectable pile of brambles, more than enough to finish the job.
"Just. Give me a second to catch my breath, then I'll help weave them in." Brightpaw let herself flop to the cool earth, resisting the urge to roll her shoulders into the chill, knowing it would be a pain to groom out the clumps of soil later. Still, it was heavenly to be in the shade and cool, and Brightpaw felt a purr rumble her chest again.
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Post by jaybun! on Mar 8, 2024 18:45:01 GMT -5
ooc;; i'll reply to the patrol in another post :3c BUBBLINGSTAR - A Life Bubblingstar isn't quite sure how the forest had become so foggy, so quickly. He'd been taking a walk, enjoying the last of green-leaf before leaf-fall's wilt fully took the forest in its grasp. The sun had been bright, bathing him in its warmth like a gentle farewell; before it had to take its seasons leave. In fact, Bubblingstar remembers rounding that tree, the tall oak that marked the tail-end of their territory. He'd entertained the thought of climbing it, dwarfed where he stood in the knots of roots, and- " Oh," he breathed, almost dreamily. His body lay cradled in-between the oak's thick roots, face twisted in an expression of vague surprise. Blood, more blood than he'd ever seen, matted his ginger fur a striking crimson. It soaked the ground below it- him? It was Bubblingstar. He was Bubblingstar. But somehow, he stood apart from himself, seperate. " It'll take a little longer to heal," a familiar voice murmured, kindly and warm from his side, " it really did a number on you." He turned his head to see- " Cloudystar?" Yewclan's former leader blinked affectionately back at him. She looked younger than he'd ever remembered seeing as a kit, let alone when he was her deputy. There was a fuzziness to her frame's edges, a glitter of stars smattering her pelt. Her grey eyes lit with an ethereal glow that was at once comforting, and unsettling. " ...I died?" Bubblingstar came to the slow realization, glancing briefly back at his body. It came back to him suddenly, in flashes. Rounding the tree, pausing to think over climbing it, the stench of something that made his fur crawl. A looming shadow, dog!, he remembers thinking. " Almost done." Cloudystar speaks up from beside him with a small sigh, " I wish we had more time. That I could answer your questions, but..." But? he tries to say, but with a sickening sense of vertigo, Bubblingstar awakes gasping and coughing. He scrabbles at the forest floor, blindly trying to grasp for purchase that wouldn't help him even if he could find it. Something inside of him aches fiercely, but the wound that should be there to cause it is missing. It doesn't make sense, and it hurts. When he finally manages to sit up, some time later, the sun has long since started to dip ever closer to the horizon. His pelt itches, and the pain still lingers, but more than anything; he's deeply, bone-achingly tired. He doesn't want to move. He's not sure if could, anyway. " Bubblingstar!" someone calls distantly, Scarletdrift, maybe. And for a long moment, he debates whether he should answer back at all. I don't want to do this anymore, Bubblingstar thinks, in the absently floaty way he has been since he woke. " Here," he weakly calls back after some more time. Slatepaw's little pout pricking at his paws, and Storm-mask's disapproving voice echoing in his head. |
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 8, 2024 21:20:46 GMT -5
[ can i just say that i love "this beetle reminds me of slatepaw" scene ] Heavy »
Watching her kits grow up was one of the best and worst things about being a mother.
She remembered so vividly the day her kits had been born. The birth had been one of the hardest things Heavy had ever done, but the love she had felt for her kits after their birth far outweighed the pain and exhaustion that had gripped her during the whole ordeal.
Not that long ago all three of her kits had been small enough to fit comfortably against her belly. Now the three of them were too big to all fit there. Longing snuck its way into the molly’s heart. She was getting older, and she was beyond grateful to have had the chance to raise kits, but Heavy would be lying if she said the thought of a second litter wasn’t appealing to her. To be able to lay in the warm nursery again, tiny paws kneading at her stomach as little kits squirmed for milk…
Heavy looked off to where Brightpaw had gone to collect more brambles.
What she wouldn’t give to have had just a few more moons with her kits in the nursery at her side.
Before she had time to follow down any more thought trails, Brightpaw was standing in front of the calico warrior, the apprentice’s flanks heaving with the effort of dragging the brambles. Amusement twitched at her whiskers. ”Looks like you got enough for three dens,” she teased light-heartedly, leaning forward to nuzzle her daughter before delicately grabbing some of the brambles with her teeth. Heavy tugged them closer to the patch they were repairing, going over in her mind just how many more vines they would need to complete the job.
She paused before twining the brambles with the others, expecting Brightpaw to be beside her to help but not seeing the young apprentice. Heavy turned, only to spot her daughter flopping over onto the ground. The warrior stifled a laugh, though the amusement was there in her gaze and in the way she walked, pawsteps light and fluid. ”Take all the time you need. I think the den can wait,” she mewed with a purr, coming over to sit beside Brightpaw and give the apprentice a few licks between the ears. Heavy’s purr grew louder as she continued licking at her daughter’s pelt, moving away from her forehead and toward her nape.
This was what Heavy missed. Now that her kits were growing up, times like this were becoming harder and harder to come by. Back in the nursery she had been able to share tongues with her kits every day, but now that they were apprentices it was hard to even spend a few minutes with them between their training and her patrols. Getting to just relax in camp and do something as trivial as rebuilding dens was rewarding. Getting to just spend some time with any of her kits without any pressure was more than Heavy could ask for, and if she had it her way, then she would sit here all day beside her daughter as Brightpaw readied herself to continue the task at paw. |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Mar 8, 2024 21:30:03 GMT -5
 lazzylake Mistleheart (headache is gone, "wonders if StarClan talked to Stormmask lately" and stays up Dappleswipe to watch the moon rise.) As a moon passes, Mistleheart is glad that her migraine is finally gone. She resumed her warrior duties and patrols happily. An icy chill ruffled the young warrior's white and gray fur as she walked through the camp. She knew that it was now leaf-fall and the dreaded leaf-bare was on it's way. Mistleheart's heart lurched when she remembered what happened last leaf-bare when she was an apprentice. Most cats got yellowcough, and the deaths of Icepath and Deerleaf still hurt the she-cat. Mistleheart dreaded the next leaf-bare, and prayed to StarClan that this one won't be so bad. Mistleheart noticed that her leader, Bubblingstar looked very tired and subdued the last few sunrises. He was also spending a considerable amount of the medicine cat den for checkups. Has something happened to the elderly ginger and white tom? A sudden, yet horrifying thought occured to Mistleheart. Did he lose a life?! Surely he would tell the Clan he lost a life? The white and gray she-cat can't help but wonder. As the sun was setting beyond the horizon, Mistleheart noticed Stormmask padding out of the medicine cat den to gaze at the sunset. He looked a bit lost and confused, and seemed to be seeking his ancestors. The white and gray warrior started wondering. Has StarClan spoken to Stormmask in a dream? Has the dark gray warrior walk out of his den to contemplate the meaning of his dream? Maybe that was why he looked so confused and lost. Mistleheart shook her head and stopped pondering. " Right... back on task!" Thought Mistleheart. " Dappleswipe invited me to watch the moon rise with her." Mistleheart headed into the warrior's den to find the deputy. She was nearby her nest, waiting paitently for her to come. " Dappleswipe, I'm ready." Purred Mistleheart. " Let's go out and see the moon rise!" The white and gray warrior looked at her expectedly.
jaybun! Sand Feathertalon Mistleheart (on border patrol with Bubblingstar, Spottedfur, and Heavy) Mistleheart walked on the chilly territory with Bubblingstar, who was still a bit subdued and tired, her former mentor, Spottedfur, and the cat who raised her, Heavy. All around the white and gray she-cat, the leaves on the trees were changing colours, changing from green to orange and red, and a cold breeze whooshed through Mistleheart's white and gray fur. Mistleheart could smell the bitter badger scent when she and the others went deeper in YewClan's territory. As she walked further, the scent grew stronger. Finally, the cats on the border patrol came across a badger den. The young warrior was shocked and terrified when she saw Heavy walk straight towards the badger's sett, daydreaming. " HEAVY!" Yowled Mistleheart in top of her lungs. " YOU ARE NEXT TO THE BADGER's SETT!". Spottedfur and Bubblingstar were yowling too. It seemed that Heavy either heard them, or the multicoloured she-cat realised that she was next to the badger's sett. Mistleheart watched as she darted away from the badger's sett. When Heavy almost ran into Mistleheart, the white and gray she-cat let out a cry of shock. " Heavy!" Mistleheart called out " You almost crashed into me!" Mistleheart watched as Heavy pant hard and in small rapid breaths. " Heavy, are you okay?" " Badger..." The multicoloured warrior panted out. " Den nearby!" Mistleheart walked up to Heavy and wrapped her white tail around her body. " Heavy, are you alright?" meowed a concerned Mistleheart. " You need to be more careful while on border patrol! But I'm glad you are okay." Mistleheart turned her gaze on Bubblingstar. " Bubblingstar, we don't want to risk getting hurt from the badger, as Heavy isn't in good fighting condition right now. Let's get out of here! Though, we should deal with it when we are more prepared to fight the badger. What do you say, our leader?"
OOC: Sorry that I wasn't able to to put the responses out yesterday evening! I had something big happen in a minecraft server that I play on, and I had to attend to that. And then I studied for a online university test that I will do tomorrow. I will put her relationship pip with Scarletdrift on here tomorrow, after the test! |
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Post by Brownie on Mar 8, 2024 21:37:57 GMT -5
[[ <3 That pip was why I decided to pick her up for a few moons. I saw that and was like. Yeah this needs to happen <3 ]]
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Nettle
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Post by Nettle on Mar 9, 2024 4:08:17 GMT -5
I'M SO SORRY I'VE BEEN SO INACTIVE! I've been under a lot of pressure recently, and I forgot to mention I'd be taking a little break! Please consider me inactive or not going to participate for a while. Somone else can have and play as my character in the meantime!]]
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Post by Sand on Mar 9, 2024 4:49:19 GMT -5
( will try to get to all my pips & events today! yesterday was not good for me, so I’m hoping today will be better. I’ve got to stop falling during my seizures :/. )  Stormmask : herb gathering with Dappleswipe
Ever since Slatepaw had stormed (quite literally) out of her den, Stormmask was trying to find an escape. Not only that, but Bubblingstar had lost a life. Worry weighed heavy on the healer's shoulders. What was she to do if he lost another? Beg StarClan to keep him alive forever? That would be quite naïve of her.
Herb gathering usually did the job when she was alone, but this time she was bringing along Dappleswipe. The deputy was normally helpful on patrols, so she assumed the two wouldn't speak much. The last thing she wanted, right now, was to be alone. Maybe Dappleswipe's presence alone would be beneficial.
As they padded through the mixed forest, the grey masked tabby kept quiet for now. She realized that she had yet to tell the tortoiseshell about the herbs they needed to gather. "I forgot to mention that we're looking for daisy and tansy today," she meowed gently to her clanmate. "They shouldn't be too hard to find."
[ tags: lazzylake ]
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Post by Sand on Mar 9, 2024 12:53:49 GMT -5
 Spottedfur : badger scent - patrol with Bubblingstar, Heavy & Mistleheart
For once, Spottedfur was part of a large patrol consisting of himself, Mistleheart, Heavy, and Bubblingstar. The chilly beginning to leaf-fall was more than a sign that the leaves would dwindle away. Prey would soon become scarce and YewClan would have another tough moon ahead of them. This time, he knew he'd be prepared to fight off any predators or confrontations that would come into YewClan's way.
As he padded along, the senior warrior's nose wrinkled at the foul stench of a badger. Lately, the clan's patrols had been full of conflict. Spottedfur didn't care for it too much, but it was clan life. Who was he to decide what happens?
He glanced ahead, noticing that Heavy had broken off from the patrol. Clearly she too had scented the badger, but was she trying to challenge it on her own? His silver eyes grew wide, looking from Bubblingstar to Mistleheart and back to Heavy. The spotted tom's heart began to race. "What in StarClan's name is she doing?" he muttered before letting out a yowl. "HEAVY! WATCH OUT!"
With almost every cat in the patrol yowling, Spottedfur thought that the calico was so, so lucky to have made it back to the group in time. "Do you have bees in your brain?" he asked Heavy, shaking his head. He knew the former loner was a decent warrior, but the fact she almost walked right into the badger's sett was frightening. "Mistleheart is right, you have to be careful. The badger could have gotten you for all we know."
The silver speckled tom kept quiet, listening as Mistleheart asked Bubblingstar for his opinion. Fighting didn't seem like much of an option, considering what had happened during Heavy's almost-encounter with the badger set. Hopefully the leader would know what to do or at least he figured the tom would be wise about it.
[ tags: Feathertalon , jaybun! , Sapphirejas ]
Spottedfur : sees Scarletdrift stumble & thinks it's endearing + debates with Scarletdrift all afternoon
For many, many moons, Spottedfur had never liked a cat romantically until he noticed something special about Scarletdrift. Maybe it was the way the tom behaved among their clanmates. Yet each time, it impressed him and he would experience on odd feeling in his stomach. Butterflies... he had felt them before when Mosspond was alive. But now it was Scarletdrift, the tom he desired to be mates with.
Sitting in camp, Spottedfur's silver gaze followed Scarletdrift discreetly. He didn't want to come across as obsessive, crazy, or rude. He couldn't help but smile when the white and ginger tom stumbled near the fresh kill pile. He's so charming. Why haven't I thought of him like this before? he thought while swooning at his clanmate. If any cat could see Spottedfur, he surely looked stupid.
Later that day, the speckled tom came upon an idea. Why not try to spend more time with Scarletdrift if it was possible? It couldn't hurt to interact with his crush in a friendly way. He noticed the white and ginger feline once again, his eyes brightening at the tom's appearance. "Hey, Scarletdrift!" he greeted, tail lashing with excitement. "Want to have a little debate? It's just for fun."
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Post by lazzylake on Mar 9, 2024 14:09:15 GMT -5
(Pips for Storm-mask and Slatepaw should be coming tonight, and Mistleheart’s will be coming tomorrow! I’m writing for my essay today so it will be a while before I get anything in)
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Post by jaybun! on Mar 9, 2024 18:07:56 GMT -5
BUBBLINGSTAR - Border Patrol with Spottedfur, Heavy, & Mistleheart He was glad to be in a large patrol. Bubblingstar's recent experience still weighed heavily on his mind. The territory seemed foreboding, the shadows longer, and darker. He'd been able to distract himself with Slatepaw's training, but each time he found himself alone, an unshakeable sense of unease pricked at his paws. It was harder to get lost in his thoughts when every prickle and crackle of the forest set his fur on end. He strayed toward the center of the patrol, pausing every so often to scent the air near obsessively. So when Heavy began to stray, Bubblingstar watched with no small amount of trepidation as the calico molly drifted off. But she was a grown cat, maybe she'd seen something they hadn't? He paused again, scenting the air with a deep inhale... " W-wait! Heavy!" he spluttered when the rank musk of badger hit his nose, " Heavy!" Spottedfur and Mistleheart joined him in calling after her, watching with no small amount of panic as she strayed closer and closer to the source of the badger's scent. Stars, he couldn't let anything happen to her; she had family. Slate, Bright, and Thrushpaw needed her! Bubblingstar started to step forward, ready to launch himself in-between Heavy and the voracious omnivore. He still had eight lives, she only had one! He nearly collapsed when the she-cat scrambled away from the den at last. No sign of the badger following in sight. Bubblingstar sighed, shutting his eyes tightly as he fought to get his pelt to lay flat. He barely registered Mistleheart's voice over the pounding of his heart. " Yes. Yes, let's go- we'll," Bubblingstar finally opened his eyes, glancing at the badger's den, " I'll figure out how to deal with it later." |
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Post by Brownie on Mar 9, 2024 19:21:20 GMT -5
I'M SO SORRY I'VE BEEN SO INACTIVE! I've been under a lot of pressure recently, and I forgot to mention I'd be taking a little break! Please consider me inactive or not going to participate for a while. Somone else can have and play as my character in the meantime!]] Thanks for the notice! I'll be opening this for new applicants tomorrow, then; we'll put Brightpaw up for grabs too, apprentices are always easy to find players for. ]] |
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 10, 2024 8:18:33 GMT -5
[ gonna try to get replies up after work, but no promises ;v;
I’m doing a little bit of traveling tomorrow and still haven’t packed ,,, ]
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Post by Dew on Mar 10, 2024 13:00:35 GMT -5
Scarletdrift ( Patrol with Thrushpaw ; An Odd smell )
Scarletdrift was ready to leave camp. His paws tingled, but he was still waiting for Thushpaw to join him. The border patrol had left already, not too long ago but still. Finally, Finall Thushpaw joined him, and they left camp together. It was a nice day out, the sun shining down on the cats. He wondered if the border patrol would find the badger, but he hoped that it had left clan territory last moon. "Have you ever smelt a badger before Thrushpaw?" His apprentice shook his head, and Scarletdrift nodded. "Their scent is acrid and sour, maybe if we are unlucky we will find one today" Despite being impatient about leaving camp, he still didn't know what he wanted to do. Lets work on tracking. Now that he had a plan, he lead Thrushpaw closer to the Plumclan border, where the badger had been scented last moon. In fact, they arrived near the badger scent just in time to witness Heavy almost fall into the badger set! It looked as though she had recovered, and without seeing the two cats watching her from the opposite side, Heavy padded over to the border patrol, warning them of the badger set. "Take a sniff Thrushpaw. That's a badger. Now lets head back and see if your mother is okay"Scarletdrift ( Debates with Spottedfur all afternoon )
Scarletdrift was watching Spottedfur from the otherside of camp, on his way to the fresh - kill pile. He wouldn't say that he had a big crush on the other tom, but he did like how he talked, and walked, and the way that his fur was so perfect. In fact, he was spending so much time musing over Spottedfur, he stumbled over his own paws! Scarletdrift looked down down at his paws, turning his head and padding away.
Scarletdrift was lounging around camp again, a few days after his patrol with Thrushpaw. He hadn't seen Spottedfur much after that, they had both been out on patrols and otherwise resting and sleeping. But today was different. Spottedfur padded up to him, and asked for a friendly debate. "Sure, I'd love to! What do you want to debate?"
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Post by lazzylake on Mar 10, 2024 16:40:09 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
Relationship pip: Annoyed by Slatepaw’s questions
Dappleswipe was taking a short break after she organized the patrols to bask in the welcoming chilly weather. YewClan’s camp was relatively empty, and the deputy would relish any time off from her busy schedule when she could. They were in the middle of washing their short-haired pelt, but stopped short as a distant voice called out her name.
From the horizon, she saw a familiar pelt limping forward to greet Dappleswipe with their suspiciously wide smile. What does Slatepaw want? She still needs to rest her sprain? Just then, a flurry of questions escaped the young cat’s mouth, catching Dappleswipe off-guard. She flicked her ears as the smoky gray and white molly yammered on, half impatient and half amused. Hasn’t Bubblingstar given you anything productive to do?
“Well, uh- It’s good to see you too, Slatepaw,” she muttered. “I’m flattered you want my advice. Don’t think Bubblingstar will automatically pick you because he was your mentor though. You first need to train another cat after you become a warrior to understand the patience it takes to be responsible for the clan. And yes, I do take into account each cat’s skillset before assigning patrols. It’s important not just to provide a variety of tasks for each cat so they won’t be bored, but to figure out which cats work best with each other. Being a good deputy means delegating with the needs of each warrior to make sure each patrol is carried out successfully.”
She paused for a moment to catch her breath. Dappleswipe never really took into account all the trials and tribulations of being deputy. She just took all her duties day by day. Her pelt rippled with unease as a new thought crossed her mind. Was Slatepaw already plotting to be Bubblingstar’s second in command if StarClan claimed her? Now the tortoiseshell desperately sought for a change in topic.
“Listen, is Stormmask in her den? I promised I’d gather herbs with her today.” While she didn’t like dismissing Slatepaw’s restless enthusiasm, she was grateful for the conveniency of heading to the medicine den to tell Stormmask to keep her patients in check.
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Post by Sand on Mar 11, 2024 9:54:11 GMT -5
Spottedfur : debates with Scarletdrift all afternoon
Spottedfur couldn't help but grin at Scarletdrift, glad that his idea had paid off. He came to a pause when the other tom asked him what he wanted to debate. He was at a loss for ideas to say the least. He took a few moments, glancing at Scarletdrift as he thought. There was one topic that Spottedfur loved to debate the most, one that any cat would know about.
"The... the warrior code!" he finally answered, the grey spotted tabby's face flushing with embarrassment. "Unless you have any better ideas?"
His silver gaze lingered on the white and ginger tom, eagerly anticipating a response. If Scarletdrift didn't have a better idea, he was going to try his best to make his debate plan work.
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Post by Brownie on Mar 11, 2024 14:04:25 GMT -5
x - Moon 31 - x
mid leaf-fall; frosty
Clan Events:
None
PATROL MODIFIERS: none Is eavesdropping on Heavy Patrol: Border Relationships - Asks Mistleheart for a favor, but is refused (--) with Slatepaw, Scarletdrift
Event : A rabbit in FlowerClan
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Slatepaw pounces without hesitation! She trots back over the border, prize in tow, her transgression unnoticed by the rival Clan.
Major Events Event: Stayed out too long and came back with frostbite Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Appreciates Slatepaw volunteering for a distasteful task (++) with Stormmask
Event : Daisy and Tansy
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Stormmask is surprised when Dappleswipe initiates a conversation, and the work goes quickly as the two chat while gathering herbs. Stormmask STATUS: SICK; RUNNY NOSE || Sand Has been hearing the voices of StarClan... Major Events Event: Stormmask caught a runny nose Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Feels more like herself being around Bubblingstar (++)
with Mistleheart
Event : Early frost
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The cold is unexpected and while they search high and low for usable plants, the bad weather has frostbitten all the herbs she could find and they go home empty pawed. Hangs out with Thrushfleck Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Waves his tail at Dappleswipe when he sees her on patrol (+)
- Reminds Stemriver that he's always available to talk (++) with Brightpaw, Stemriver
Event : A burrow
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Spottedfur recognizes the scent and flushes out a gopher for Brightpaw to kill. More fresh-kill! Saw a friendly face on the BurdockClan border recently Patrol: Border Relationships - Is jealous Dappleswipe can do what she wants (-)
- Thinks Slatepaw is very helpful! (+)
with Slatepaw, Bubblingstar
Event : A rabbit in FlowerClan
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Slatepaw pounces without hesitation! She trots back over the border, prize in tow, her transgression unnoticed by the rival Clan. Was spooked by an owl last night and is too embarrassed to tell anyone about it Patrol: Training Relationships - Goes out of her way to say hello to Stormmask when the healer is looking glum
- Hangs out with Slatepaw (+)
- Says hi to Mistleheart when they both exit the warriors den together (+)
with Thrushfleck
Event : A badgers
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : They keep their distance. It's clear a badger has moved in fully and that they shouldn't try and chase it off, not without backup. Stemriver STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Saw Thrushfleck sneaking fresh-kill before patrol Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Spars with Thrushfleck with Brightpaw
Event : A burrow
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Spottedfur recognizes the scent and flushes out a gopher for Brightpaw to kill. More fresh-kill! Wants to spend time alone today Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Steps on Bubblingstar's foot (-)
- Feels safe with Slatepaw around (++)
with Stormmask
Event : early frost
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The cold is unexpected and while they search high and low for usable plants, the bad weather has frostbitten all the herbs she could find and they go home empty pawed. Thrushfleck* STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Has been pranking his fellow warriors constantly Major Events Event: Is named a warrior a moon early! He is honored for his humor. Patrol: Training Relationships - Is proud to be a warrior alongside Spottedfur.
with Heavy
Event : A badger
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : They keep their distance. It's clear a badger has moved in fully and that they shouldn't try and chase it off, not without backup. Is playing a prank on Thrushfleck Major Events Event: No longer has a sprained paw Patrol: Border Relationships - Mutters something rude about Spottedfur under her breath (--)
with Bubblingstar, Scarletdrift
Event : A rabbit on FlowerClan land
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Slatepaw pounces without hesitation! She trots back over the border, prize in tow, her transgression unnoticed by the rival Clan. Brightpaw STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Hopes there's a juicy mouse left when they get back from patrol Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Apologizes after bumping into Stemriver. (+)
with Stemriver, Spottedfur
Event : A burrow
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Spottedfur recognizes the scent and flushes out a gopher for Brightpaw to kill. More fresh-kill! |
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Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 11, 2024 15:37:53 GMT -5
[ awww thrush is a warrior!! Heavy’s so proud ;v;
I’ll do my best to reply sometime today! I’m gonna be pretty busy this week but I know I have to do at least the big events so I’ll try and get those typed up at the latest ]
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Post by Brownie on Mar 11, 2024 18:20:50 GMT -5
yoyoyo I opened applications for claims~
Thrushfleck, Stemriver and Brightpaw are all up for grabs.
I also wanted to note that I officially made this a semi-lit rp in the rules. This changes nothing for yall already here, as that's how the rp has been going, but I want to ensure that future applicants understand this is not a "discord style" rp of one liners and high activity like other open rps are. It would not mesh well with the pace this rp has settled into, and I want to be fully transparent of the expectations set by this group.
My DMs are always open for this rp. If you find anything uncomfortable or want to suggest changes, please let me know. The more feedback I get from yall, the better I can run this place ]]
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it was to be expected, but still. )
