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Post by jaybun! on Mar 11, 2024 19:21:47 GMT -5
considering scooping one up, we'll see. i can't believe the apprentices are already ready to graduate!
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 12, 2024 19:11:52 GMT -5
[ sorry that these are so late! ] Heavy »
spooked by an owl & says hi to mistleheart - Sapphirejas
Sleep had not come easy for the calico warrior the night before.
It was embarrassing to think of it now, and Heavy swore to herself that she would never tell another soul of this, but the haunting shrill of a barn owl had startled her right out of her fur and snapped her completely out of the slumber she had been in. Heavy had heard owls before, from barred owls to barn owls, she knew the calls and knew them well. Perhaps as a kit still with her mother they had scared her, but once she had grown and headed out on her own owls had no longer spooked her. Until last night.
Thinking about it now still left an uneasy feeling tingling in the molly’s limbs. Even her toes felt frozen, a numbness radiating through them that was eerily reminiscent of how her hind legs had felt when her back was still broken.
That feeling alone was enough to fill Heavy with dread. She never wanted to experience that again.
Rather than focus on those dark ponderings she went back to the owl. Why had the owl’s screech been so bone-chilling? Why had it even startled her awake to begin with? Again, she had heard owls before. Heavy was well aware of the noise a barn owl was capable of. It shouldn’t have startled her the way it had. At least no cat but herself had to know about that. At least that secret was safe with her.
By now pale sunlight was trickling in through the gaps between the twigs and brambles of the warriors’ den. That needs to be fixed before snow starts falling, Heavy thought to herself as she uncurled out of her nest. Even if she had been jarred awake the calico had opted to stay in her nest knowing she was safe and warm inside. But with the coming of morning it meant the start of daily patrols. Tired or not Heavy was a warrior now, and warriors were expected to carry out their duties to their Clan.
A familiar white and gray pelt met Heavy at the warrior den entrance. A purr of welcome slipped from the calico as she dipped her head in a warm greeting. ”Good morning, Mistleheart.” Heavy took a step back to allow Mistleheart to slip out first.
Heavy »
goes out of her way to say hello to stormmask - Sand
Leaf-fall was once again upon the Clan. Every dawn was coated in a fine layer of frost and a chill gripped the wind. Birds were beginning to migrate while other animals were starting to hibernate. Those who stuck around or didn’t need to sleep the seasons away were remaining in their dens, not eager to step out into the chilly weather. Not that Heavy blamed them. Even with her thick coat she wasn’t thrilled to know that another harsh season was on its way, but she realized that now more than ever the Clan needed to hunt and prepare themselves for the upcoming leaf-bare. Leaf-fall was their last real chance to stock up on herbs and prey before those two necessities became a scarcity.
It was this train of thought that took Heavy on the path to the medicine cat den. There was no need for her to head that way, and in fact, she had been preparing herself to go on a quick hunting trip with Slatepaw after talking with her daughter, but soon enough she was peeking her head inside Stormmask’s den.
Maybe it was the worry about the coming season that had brought her here, or maybe it was the fact that Heavy had noticed the medicine cat looking worried the last time she had spotted the gray tabby. Deeper yet, maybe it was the fuzzy feeling of warm flutters that danced about in her chest every time she saw Stormmask that had her checking up on the medicine cat. It was the same feeling she got when around Stemriver, but the butterflies danced about a little faster for the medicine cat now than they did for Stemriver…
”Stormmask? I’m not bothering you am I? I just wanted to check in with you,” Heavy mewed softly on the chance that the medicine cat had a resting patient inside. The last thing she wanted to do was cause even more stress for the Clan’s only medicine cat.
Heavy »
badger patrol with thrushfleck - @ --
A warrior. Her one and only son was now a warrior. Had it really been that long ago since she had given birth to her litter? A bittersweetness clung to her sternum. Why did her kits have to grow up so fast?
Knowing that she had raised such a fine warrior for YewClan was an achievement Heavy had never thought for herself some seasons ago. A sense of self pride clung to her, a sensation almost as powerful as the love she felt for Thrushfleck. Not only was he a warrior now, but he had been named a moon earlier than what was usual. Heavy thought - no, she knew - that all her kits were special, but Bubblingstar must have seen something more in Thrushfleck, something that made her son stand out and seem more prepared to become a warrior than either Slatepaw or Brightpaw. Out of all her kits the calico had suspected Slatepaw to be named a warrior first, but unfortunately her spotted daughter had sprained her paw last moon, resulting in her losing out on some training. Heavy knew her daughter was disappointed and even somewhat upset at not having been named a warrior yet, but above all else Slatepaw was ecstatic for her brother, having even been the first cat to cheer her littermate’s new name at his ceremony. Heavy had hoped all her kits would become warriors together so that none of them would feel left behind, but her joy for Thrushfleck had not been diminished by his graduating early.
Heavy stayed a few paw steps behind her son, allowing him to take the lead of their patrol. New warriors didn’t get the chance to be the head of a patrol more often than not, and Heavy wanted to give Thrushfleck the chance to show off what all he had learned during his apprenticeship.
Despite wanting to give Thrushfleck the honor of being the leader, Heavy kept a careful eye on her kit. The patrol was going well so far, but they were on a mission to check the presence of the badger that had been scented near the territory the last few moons. With the chill of leaf-fall in the air and frost on the ground in the mornings, prey was starting to grow scarce, and if a badger couldn’t find enough food then it would surely begin preying on the cats of YewClan. That thought alone sent enough dread into Heavy to make her want to curl up in her nest and never leave it lest a hungry badger ambush her from the shadows of the forest.
It wasn’t long before the PlumClan border was in sight. Already Heavy caught the stench of badger drenching the area; her hackles rose in caution and she took a wary step to push ahead of Thrushfleck. The calico scanned the scenery, and while the scent was thick and fresh, there seemed to be no sign of the badger actually being there at the moment.
Heavy let out a relieved sigh, yet her fur remained as pine needles, every movement stiff and on edge. She recalled vividly how the moon before she had spaced out and almost walked right into the creature’s den. A chill ran down her spine - that could have been the end of her.
She turned to look at her son. Heavy didn’t want to press on any further. ”We should head back to camp and report to Bubblingstar,” she mewed quietly, wanting to remain stealthily just in case the badger was rummaging nearby. ”The badger’s clearly made a home here, but with just two of us there’s no way we could chase it off.” Before that could happen the Clan needed to plan out their best course of action and which warriors would be best for the job. Chasing off badgers was dangerous work. Getting the right cats on the job would ensure a happier outcome. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 12, 2024 19:16:17 GMT -5
Slatepaw »
mutters something rude about spottedfur & volunteers for a distasteful task & playing prank on thrushfleck - @ --
She wasn’t doing anything harmful. There was nothing about her actions that was offensive, inappropriate, or immature. All she was doing was leaving a very small amount of hollowed out acorn shells into Thrushfleck’s new den. As her paws worked deftly to make her brother’s new nest in the warriors’ den, she made sure to stick the acorns deep into the moss so that they wouldn’t poke Thrushfleck in a way that would hurt him; rather, they’d just be an annoyance that he’d have to deal with once he lay down in his nest and felt something hard underneath the moss. It was all in jest and part of the reason why she had volunteered herself for the job when no other cat wanted it - Thrushfleck was off to sit his vigil and the rest of the warriors were either mingling and sharing tongues or retiring themselves to their nests for the night.
Spottedfur was one of those cats settling down into his nest, and Slatepaw could feel the old tomcat’s gaze burning into her pelt. ”Stupid old badger,” she muttered to herself, knowing that he’d tattle on her to Thrushfleck later. There was nothing wrong with Spottedfur, but he was a bit grouchy. He would be the cat to ruin her fun. Rather than be a joy killer Spottedfur needed to be mooning over Scarletdrift - it was no secret that the two tomcats were padding after one another. Surely it wouldn’t be much longer before one of them confessed to the other. Maybe Spottedfur would stop being so grouchy once he had a mate to pester.
Romance wasn’t something Slatepaw thought about often. As she got older she caught herself ruminating on the idea here and there, but never enough to find an interest in the whole courtship process. Outside of her family and mentor she was closest to Mistleheart, but she only saw friendship there.
Eh. If romance found her she’d give it a chance, but she wasn’t going to purposefully seek it out.
Acorns were more important than romance right now.
Ignoring the stare from Spottedfur the young molly continued working on her brother’s nest. She did want him to have a comfortable one, but all the padding in the world wouldn’t cover up the discomfort the acorn shells would offer. Slatepaw smirked devilishly to herself. Thrushfleck was going to enjoy his first sleep as a warrior.
Slatepaw »
rabbit on flowerclan land with bubblingstar - jaybun! & scarletdrift - Dew
Thrushpaw was a warrior now. Or, well, Thrushfleck was a warrior now.
A part of Slatepaw couldn’t help but feel jealous. She was the one that was supposed to become a warrior first. She was the one who had the upper paw with the leader as her mentor, and yet here she was, still a ‘paw. It hurt a little to know that Bubblingstar thought more of Thrushfleck than he did of his own apprentice. That he thought her brother would make a better warrior than Slatepaw herself, the cat who was supposed to be his deputy and then serve the Clan as leader.
But, she had to remind herself, that last moon she had been stuck in Stormmask’s den for a sprained paw. It was no surprise that she was behind on her training and wouldn’t be a warrior alongside Thrushfleck. But she was going to become a warrior with Brightpaw.
So when the scent of rabbit wafted over her Slatepaw was determined to catch it.
The spotted molly shot a glance toward Bubblingstar and Scarletdrift, the two cats on patrol with her. With leaf-bare approaching a rabbit would be quite the achievement, and it would keep her Clanmates fed for a day or two. Her tail flicked to and fro eagerly, jaws watering as the breeze brought another whiff of the delicious scent. Eager to prove to both Scarletdrift and Bubblingstar that she was a capable warrior, Slatepaw wasted no time in following the trail. Maple and oak trees turned into ash and beech before the woodland thinned out almost completely, a few bare trunks dotting the land here and there as Rushing Creek bubbled its way into view. The water was lower than usual, and just beyond that was FlowerClan land, a wide expanse of open fields. Slatepaw stared across the water. FlowerClan was where Stemriver came from, wasn’t it? She knew the cat who fathered her wasn’t YewClan by blood just as her mother wasn’t YewClan by blood. Not a single drop of Slatepaw’s blood belonged to the Clan she was dedicating her life to. Maybe that’s why she felt the pressure to prove herself as much as she did. Being half loner and half FlowerClan - the only enemy of YewClan at the moment - didn’t bode well for her, but that only made her all the more ready to serve YewClan as honorably as possible.
Movement just across the border caught Slatepaw’s attention. Her ears perked forward, her tail quivering in excited anticipation. On the other side of the creek was the rabbit she had scented, a large and still rather plump buck nibbling at the cattail stalks that grew along the bank.
Slatepaw slowly turned her head to look for Bubblingstar and Scarletdrift. She then turned back to stare at the rabbit. Hunting across borders was against the Warrior Code, and FlowerClan was hostile toward YewClan, but YewClan needed prey, Slatepaw wanted to show her Clan she was an accomplished hunter, and Slatepaw did have FlowerClan blood running in her veins… Surely that meant some of their prey belonged to her as well…
Without any hesitation the dark-furred apprentice shot off with a powerful kick of her back legs. Paws met icy cold water but Slatepaw shook the chill off. She sprinted through the cattails with ease, slamming into the rabbit before it even had a chance to realize a predator was near. A swift bite to the neck and the rabbit was dead.
Pride flowed through Slatepaw like an electric current. Grasping her kill tightly in her jaws she charged back to her patrol, eyes bright and tail waving frantically in the air with pure pleasure. ”Look!” She exclaimed as she dropped the still warm carcass on the ground.
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Post by lazzylake on Mar 12, 2024 20:09:54 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
Patrol: Gathering herbs with Stormmask
As the pair wandered in silence, Dapplewipe took note of the tabby healer’s solemn demeanor. She expected Stormmask to be quiet during their quest, but she figured company was all she needed. Bubblingstar losing a life was a scare; Dappleswipe saw his lifeless body getting dragged to the medicine den when she came back from patrol. It was a haunting image that she never wanted to see again, both on her and Bubblingstar’s behalf. Yet we’ve still got eight more to go… Her companion’s instructions gratefully snapped Dappleswipe from her thoughts. “Daisy and tansy. Got it.” Her gaze was empathetic as she sought Stormmask’s words as an invitation to console her clanmate. “Stormmask, I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while. Is Bubblingstar doing alright? We haven’t talked much since he lost a life. I hope he’s not upset at me for not saving him from the dogs in time. I’m also worried Slatepaw is missing out on training with her sprain too. She’s, well, let’s just say she’s been restless lately. It’s a lot of pressure to put on your paws. You know you can trust me, both as your deputy and your friend.” She spotted a mouthful of daisies by a hilly slope and picked them up. It was nice to speak confidentially with other cats for a change. Being in a position of power allowed her to discuss difficult situations YewClan was facing, and now that the leader was getting up in age, her duties were being put to the test.
tags: Sand ooc: (Sorry for the wait guys! Oh no! Poor Dappleswipe got hit with frostbite. She seems strong enough though, I hope she’ll pull through! *Crossing my fingers* Before I forget, do you mind sharing the image code for her injured sprite, Brownie ? I’ll try my best to send in more pips either tonight or tomorrow.) |
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Post by Brownie on Mar 12, 2024 21:30:06 GMT -5
lazzylake [img src="https://imgur.com/iMdKoam.png" style="max-width:100%;"]
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Post by lazzylake on Mar 12, 2024 22:03:40 GMT -5
(Appreciate it!)
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Post by jaybun! on Mar 12, 2024 22:42:37 GMT -5
i'll try to get up my reply soon <3 have been feeling under the weather this week
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Post by Sand on Mar 13, 2024 4:38:26 GMT -5
( will get my patrols + pips up today or tomorrow night which is morning for most of you if I remember correctly. )  Spottedfur : checking a burrow with Stemriver & Brightpaw
Spottedfur was stuck with the father and daughter pair, Stemriver and Brightpaw. Not that it bothered him, he just hoped that the chilly air and the frosted grounds would melt away sooner than later. But he knew that leafbare was on its way to prove him wrong.
While out hunting, the grey speckled tom made his way near a burrow. It wasn't often that warriors could flush gophers out at this time of year, but the strong scent could not be denied. "There's a gopher in that burrow, I'm sure of it!" Spottedfur announced to the patrol with confidence.
Stemriver and Brightpaw followed, the group moving steathily to not disturb the gopher. "Brightpaw, how about I flush the gopher out and you can make the kill?" he suggested, glancing at the cream tabby molly.
Once the entire patrol agreed on it, Spottedfur made his way up to the burrow. He could see the gopher's beady eyes and its pale body resting in the den. The senior warrior swiftly shoved one of his unsheathed claws into the burrow and the gopher let out a squeak. He flushed it out, leaving the quick kill to Brightpaw.
[ tags: he's all alone technically, rip. ]
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Post by Sand on Mar 13, 2024 10:57:24 GMT -5
 Stormmask : hearing voices of StarClan & speaking with Heavy
Stormmask was staring straight ahead at her herb storage inside the walls of her den. She was supposed to take some herbs out for Dappleswipe, who had gotten frostbite on their last patrol together. She felt partially responsible for the tortoiseshell's sickness, but something strange kept interrupting her thoughts.
Voices. They were faint at first though this had been going on for two moons now. Her faith in StarClan was quite strong. Bubblingstar had lost his first life a moon ago and she felt disappointment in him. Although the older tom couldn't help it, the dog had done a good number on him. She shook her head, trying to focus on the voices once more. They almost made a crackling noise at first, but the grey tabby waited to hear more. What is it? Please tell me, she wondered, still listening to the voices adamantly. They were asking her for something, the clan... StarClan wanted to tell her something. She just wasn't sure what it was. Despite her faithfulness, Stormmask was frustrated with StarClan. Yet deep down, she knew that they would tell her what she needed to know at the right time.
A familiar voice, one that was much more clearer and soft startled the medicine cat. She turned to see Heavy, who made her feel a certain way. It was wrong, yes, but Stormmask had felt a bit of temptation. "Heavy! I didn't see you there, sorry," she mewed, dipping her head in greeting. "No, no, you're not bothering me at all. I'm okay, no worries. I was trying to find an herb for Dappleswipe, but I heard something strange."
The dark colored tabby she-cat glanced over the calico, her heart quivering as Stormmask came to a pause. Realization set in and the medicine cat cleared her throat. She had yet to ask Heavy how she was doing. "Oh, sorry! I forgot to ask how you're doing," she added.
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Stormmask : herb gathering with Mistleheart
Although Stormmask had a runny nose, she wasn't going to let it stop her from gathering herbs. They were crucial at this time of year, especially now that the clan was headed into leafbare soon. The frosty weather wasn't going to be helpful at all if she were out of herbs.
Today, she brought Mistleheart along. The grey tabby wanted a companion to gather any herbs that she could find. She knew what she needed and Stormmask was going to get it.
"Mistleheart, we need to gather as many herbs as possible. Lungwort, juniper berries, and I need something for Dappleswipe's frostbite," she instructed to the warrior. "Let's start searching high and low. If you find any herbs, gather them at once."
Stormmask padded away from the white and grey molly, and began searching by tree trunks, small clearings of grass, and any other place she could think of. The medicine cat's paws swiped across dead, frostbitten herbs. Feeling dejected and in disbelief, the tabby glanced around for Mistleheart. "Mistleheart! Have you found any herbs?" she asked desperately.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 13, 2024 21:41:26 GMT -5
Heavy »
The mention of Dappleswipe made Heavy pause in her steps. It was no secret that the Clan deputy had returned to camp with a bout of frostbite. Of course Stormmask would be worried about the deputy, especially when leaf-fall was here and remedies were hard to come by. Perhaps Heavy did need to leave; afterall, the medicine cat was busy tending to Dappleswipe. The last thing Heavy wanted was to distract Stormmask when she had a patient.
”Heard something strange?” Heavy repeated Stormmask’s words. ”Like what?” Tension rolled over her shoulders, blue eyes scanning the den. Nothing seemed out of place. Every herb was in its rightful nook and every ball of moss was in its designated cranny… Everything was as it should be. Had a mouse gotten into the den, perhaps? Was there a draft circulating around and causing a racket? Heavy made a mental note to check it out later. For now she’d stay with Stormmask and if anything odd happened she’d investigate thoroughly. The last thing the Clan needed was something bothering their medicine cat.
… And maybe Heavy also wanted to make a good impression on Stormmask.
The calico circled around the den until she was beside Stormmask. She took a seat next to the gray tabby, acutely aware of their pelts brushing for just a moment. Heavy’s ears warmed and her heart fluttered. It was just a crush, that’s all it was, but that didn’t make the sensation any less noticeable.
She was glad when Stormmask spoke up, asking how she was doing. Heavy forced a smile, still swallowing down the butterflies fluttering in her chest. ”I’ve been fine. Still getting used to Thrushfleck being a warrior,” she admitted with a low chuff. ”Seems like only yesterday he was just a kit…” Time sure did fly by. Before Heavy knew it she’d be an elder surrounded by her kit’s kits. Hopefully that was still seasons away, but seasons went by in a flash of an eye. |
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Post by Sand on Mar 14, 2024 11:57:25 GMT -5
Stormmask : speaking with Heavy
Stormmask didn't want Heavy to leave just yet. A strange feeling brewed deep inside her, one that made her feel that she would miss the calico's presence in her den. Plus, it wasn't often that Stormmask had a clanmate come by to check on her. She glanced around the den, noticing that Dappleswipe was resting as she was told to do. Hopefully the deputy wouldn't repeat what she was going to tell Heavy.
She watched the long-haired molly scour the den for the source of what Stormmask had been hearing. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) for Heavy, she didn't have to worry about hearing voices of the dead. She wouldn't be afraid to see one in her dream either. As for the medicine cat herself, she knew that StarClan came with her job. She was faithful as ever and Stormmask wasn't going to let that go.
"Voices, specifically ones from StarClan," she whispered, her copper gaze following Heavy again. As soon as she sat down next to her, Stormmask felt their pelts brush. Her heart began to race and her ears felt as if they were burning from a heat stroke. "I'm not sure what they are trying to tell me. They speak in such a faint tone that I almost can't hear them. It's been like this for two moons."
The grey tabby let out a sigh, feeling relieved and grateful that she could share her problems with Heavy. She wasn't sure if the former loner believed in StarClan, but at least she had someone to talk to about the voices. "It does, doesn't it? I still see him as that cute, little kit who used to cause a ruckus in the nursery," Stormmask mewed, letting out a mrrow of amusement. She leaned a bit closer to the calico, her pelt brushing against hers softly. "I'm glad you have been doing fine. Your kits may be growing up now, but imagine all of the new memories you'll make with them!"
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 14, 2024 14:19:44 GMT -5
Heavy »
StarClan was a mysterious legend that brought all of YewClan together. These starry cats who lived in the skies were to guide and protect all the Clans that made their home in these forests and meadows. As medicine cat, Stormmask was the closest to the Clan's ancestors, her faith in them as stout as an oak tree. Ever since joining the Clan Heavy had heard tales of the dead living again in the form of stars and prophecies, and there had been a time when she thought she may believe in them. It had been beyond a miracle that her back had healed all those moons ago - it was hard to believe that had been a few seasons now - and she had almost been convinced of StarClan's unbelievable powers, but they were just that. Unbelievable. If StarClan truly existed then why would they have healed her back only to give her yellowcough a moon later? That was a punishment no cat deserved, especially from some divine force.
The calico's disbelief in the Clan's ancestors was a silent secret she kept to herself. This was something she had not even admitted to her kits, especially since she knew her litter believed in StarClan, for why would they not believe? They had been born in the Clan and surrounded by cats who shared that belief. Heavy wasn't going to warp their own decisions with what she thought was true and false. She wanted her kits to make their own opinions for themselves.
She especially wasn't going to tell Stormmask she thought StarClan was a waste of time. It was clear to the warrior that Stormmask held a lot of respect for the ancestors. Stormmask had dedicated her life to them and their prophecies, after all. These voices that the gray tabby were hearing were bound to be hushed whispers from warriors outside her den or the sounds of mice scratching around just outside of camp. But Heavy kept her doubts to herself, and instead, she nodded, eyes glancing off toward the shadows of the den in thought. "Perhaps soon they'll speak clearly to you. Have they said anything at the medicine cat meetings?" If these Clan ancestors truly wanted to say something, wouldn't they have spoken to Stormmask during the half-moon meetings? It made no sense for them to whisper barely audible warnings in the medicine cat's ear when they had complete access to her twice a moon.
Her thoughtful gaze softened and turned into fondness as Thrushfleck occupied her thoughts. Her son, the only tom in her litter, had always been eager to learn and advance through the ranks. "You're right," she mewed in response to Stormmask's comment, purring. "There's still a lot of memories to be made with them. It's exciting to see how they'll continue to grow and learn." One of her kits may already be a warrior and the rest of her litter following Thrushfleck soon, but they were still young and had a lot to learn, and watching them figure the world out still was enough to keep Heavy excited and on her toes. |
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Post by Brownie on Mar 14, 2024 14:53:14 GMT -5
x - Moon 32 - x
late leaf-fall; mild
Clan Events:
None
PATROL MODIFIERS: none Gives advice about leadership to Dappleswipe Patrol: Training Relationships - Is glad to have a Clanmate like Spottedfur (++)
- Thinks Slatepaw is helpful (+)
- Purrs loudly to comfort Mistleheart with Slatepaw
Event : A moment of weakness
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Slatepaw looks upset during training. Bubblingstar does his best to reassure her and motivate her to do her best.
Woke up on the wrong side of the nest Major Events Event: Stayed out too long and came back with frostbite Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Realizes she has more in common with Thrushfleck than she thought (++) 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. Is eavesdropping on Thushfleck Major Events Event: Stormmask's runny nose is gone Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Notices how wonderful Dappleswipe's laugh can be (+rom)
with Brightleaf
Event : Moss
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They work well together and gather plenty for leaf-bare. Is wishing his nest was warming Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Had an argument with Stemriver about hunting (-)
- Shares tongues with Mistleheart (++) with Mistleheart, Spottedfur, Scarletdrift
Event : A crash!
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Scarletdrift hears a massive crash from above and suddenly the remains of a massive eagle nest is falling onto his head! He manages to get under cover, but it takes all afternoon to get him free. Is eavesdropping on Brightleaf Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Said hello to Stemriver (+)
- Thinks Thrushfleck is very helpful (+)
with Spottedfur, Mistleheart
Event : A crash!
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Scarletdrift hears a massive crash from above and suddenly the remains of a massive eagle nest is falling onto his head! He manages to get under cover, but it takes all afternoon to get him free. Has the younger warriors engaged in a story about her past Patrol: Border Relationships - Congratulates Stemriver for doing good work (+)
- Has a friendly chat with Mistleheart (+)
with Thrushfleck, Stemleaf
Event : A badger on FlowerClan
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : It's not YewClan's problem that the badger seems to have moved to FlowerClan's land. Their rivals should be more friendly if they wanted YewClan's help. Stemriver STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Wants to get to know Heavy better Patrol: Border Relationships - Is impressed by Scarletdrift's insight (++) with Thrushfleck, Heavy
Event : A badger on FlowerClan
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : It's not YewClan's problem that the badger seems to have moved to FlowerClan's land. Their rivals should be more friendly if they wanted YewClan's help. Wonders how Bubblingstar is doing Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Steps on Bubblingstar's foot (-)
- Feels safe with Slatepaw around (++)
with Spottedfur, Scarletdrift
Event : A crash
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Scarletdrift hears a massive crash from above and suddenly the remains of a massive eagle nest is falling onto his head! He manages to get under cover, but it takes all afternoon to get him free. Thrushfleck STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Wants to critique Stemriver's fighting techniques Patrol: Border Relationships - Spars with Mistleheart (+)
with Heavy, Stemriver
Event : A badger on FlowerClan
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : It's not YewClan's problem that the badger seems to have moved to FlowerClan's land. Their rivals should be more friendly if they wanted YewClan's help. Wants to get to know Dappleswipe better Patrol: Training Relationships - Surprised Scarletdrift with something nice (+)
with Bubblingstar
Event : A moment of weakness
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Slatepaw looks upset during training. Bubblingstar does his best to reassure her and motivate her to do her best. Brightleaf* STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Is purring sweetly Major Events Event: Brightpaw is named a warrior! She is praised for her energy. Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Brightleaf saves a piece of prey for Dappleswipe.
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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Post by Brownie on Mar 14, 2024 14:54:14 GMT -5
Moon !!
Thrushfleck calm -> playful, fast as the wind, natural intuition
Brightleaf -> charismatic, great kitsitter, good storyteller
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#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 14, 2024 15:46:25 GMT -5
Heavy »
Weak sunshine filtered into YewClan’s camp. It warmed Heavy’s pelt as she lazed about near the fresh-kill pile. The weather this moon was proving to be rather mild, and prey was still running well for this time of the season. It wouldn’t be long before the cold crashed around them without mercy, and Heavy was taking this chance to soak in whatever sunlight was left and to simply relax. She had finished her patrols for the day and now had some spare time - a rarity for any warrior to have.
Pawsteps approaching grabbed the warrior’s attention. She turned to look up, smiling when she noticed Mistleheart making her way toward the fresh-kill pile. ”Evening, Mistleheart,” Heavy purred, motioning for the younger molly to come take a seat beside her and enjoy the sunshine while it lasted. Who knew how much longer this gentle weather would last and they would be shoved into the heart of a snowstorm. Resting now and taking it easy could help prepare them for the inevitable.
”How have you been?” It had been a few days since Heavy had been able to talk with Mistleheart. Now that the white and gray molly was a warrior and Heavy was healed, their paths didn’t cross as often as they once had. Whenever the chance arose Heavy always attempted to catch up with the cat she had taken in all those moons ago. Mistleheart may not be hers of blood, but that didn’t make her any less of a daughter to Heavy.
Heavy »
border patrol with stemriver & thrushfleck / congratulates stemriver - @ --
Another border patrol, another moon dealing with the badger.
It was starting to get tiresome checking for signs of this badger every moon. Heavy had half a mind to talk to Bubblingstar about this and push the leader until he agreed to take a battle patrol and just chase the thing away from all the Clans, but YewClan had such small numbers and even just one badger could put up a fight hard enough to wound, even kill, a cat or two. The last thing the Clan needed was a Clanmate meeting their demise, and the last thing Heavy wanted was to be the reason for losing a Clanmate.
Still, being assigned to these badger patrols every single moon was getting frustrating.
Heavy took the lead as she, Stemriver, and Thrushfleck padded toward the stream that made up the border of YewClan and FlowerClan. With more leaves on the ground than in the trees now, seeing the hills that stretched across the body of water was easy, and the scent of heather and meadow grass grew stronger with each pawstep the patrol took.
It wasn’t long before a familiar musky scent drifted across Heavy’s tongue. Instinctively her claws unsheathed, pressing into the chilled ground underneath her paws. She held her tail up, a silent warning to her patrolmates that she had scented the badger. First it had been near PlumClan, then it had mingled around in YewClan’s borders, and now it had meandered its way into FlowerClan territory. Were any of the four Clans going to do anything about this badger? Surely the leaders could agree to come together and chase it off for good, but Heavy had no idea if that was even an option for the Clans. Perhaps their pride was too much for them to swallow and no leader would ask for another Clan’s help. Heavy had not grown up in Clan culture and wasn’t sure of their thoughts about larger threats. As a former loner perhaps it wasn’t her place to ask for clarification on matters like these as well. Perhaps all she could do was continue on these badger patrols moon after moon. She sighed. Again, these patrols were starting to get old.
Heavy went no further than the stream. Blue eyes gazed out across the water and toward the hills that dominated FlowerClan’s land. Badger scent drenched the area. Heavy’s pelt prickled uneasily, expecting to see the black and white beast lumbering about at any moment. ”Should we do anything?” Heavy asked her patrol in a hushed voice. If the badger was nearby then the last thing she wanted to do was grab its attention. Stemriver and Thrushfleck both meant a lot to the calico. Seeing them in danger would unravel any resolve she had about this whole situation.
It was Stemriver who spoke, the spotted tom looking out toward FlowerClan with an unreadable expression. ”Until it crosses into our territory, the badger isn’t our problem. FlowerClan can deal with it.”
There was a coldness in his voice that Heavy hadn’t expected. Surprise flashed in her gaze like minnows darting in shallow water; she turned to look at her friend with a question silent on her lips.
And then it dawned on her.
FlowerClan was where Stemriver had been born. Heavy still didn’t know much about why the tom had left, but she had enough information to realize that whatever had happened had been traumatic and hard for Stemriver. Something terrible had to have happened for him to leave his family behind and never once look back. Heavy tensed her shoulders, tail flicking back and forth thoughtfully. ”I suppose…” An unsettled feeling rocked back and forth in the pit of the calico’s stomach at the thought of letting the badger continue to roam. She was tired of its lingering presence, but now wasn’t the time to act. Perhaps the badger encroaching in FlowerClan’s territory was a long awaited omen for them; whatever they had done to Stemriver all those seasons ago had to have been awful and mean-spirited. Maybe, just maybe, they had this coming for them.
With that conclusion Heavy turned away from the stream, nodding to her patrolmates, eyes lingering on Stemriver longer. She padded toward him and brushed against him, murmuring in his ear, ”YewClan is proud of you. You’ve always been an amazing warrior.” Heavy remained at Stemriver’s side a moment longer before pulling away from his familiar touch. A flick of her tail had the patrol heading back toward YewClan’s camp; they had the information they needed - the badger was now on FlowerClan’s territory and not a problem for YewClan.
For now.
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Post by Dew on Mar 14, 2024 16:06:22 GMT -5
Cat's name: Brightleaf Description: Brightleaf is a long-furred, cream she-cat with blotched tabby markings that call to mind wood grain. She has a swoop of white along one side of her face, and her chest and small areas on her paws are white, too. Her eyes are a distinctive emerald green. Once Brightleaf gets started on something, no cat can stop her! She tends to rush into things without considering the consequences, much to her mother and littermates' exhaustion. Her vivid imaginative faculties mean she is very good at keeping herself entertained. - DewI understand that my cats will eventually die during the course of the game. I understand that while I may influence my character's actions and relationships, the game's random events will ultimately decide my cat's fate. { Claiming Brightleaf if thats good with you all.} |
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Post by Dew on Mar 14, 2024 16:25:57 GMT -5
Scarletdrift| Hunting Patrol: A Crash
Scarletdrift padded out of camp, Spottedfur and Mistleheart at his heels. The late leaf-fall temperatures today were mild, bouncing around from warm to cold. Now, as they were getting closer to Leaf-Bare, they needed to stock up on prey, and get ready for the colder months. Good thing I'm on the hunting patrol than! Scarletdrift opened his mouth, trying to see if any prey was around. No luck. The three cats were still close to camp, so they traveled north, using Rainfangs' point as a guide. Suddenly, Scarletdrift hear's a massive crash from above, and barely has time to react before the eagles nest comes pummiting down, right on top of him.
"Watch out!" He says, jumping to the side. To late, as the nest and the branch along with it lands on his hindquarters. It's heavy, but as far as he can tell, no great damage has been done. He can still wiggle his haunches, but he is stuck under the remains of the nest.
"I'm fine, but I think I'm Stuck" Scarletdrift says, glancing up at the worried faces of his companions.
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Post by Brownie on Mar 14, 2024 16:37:27 GMT -5
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Post by Dew on Mar 14, 2024 17:08:31 GMT -5
Brightleaf | Warrior Ceremony |
Brightpaw walks to the front of the crowd, nervous but also extremely happy. Bubblingstar was going to name her a warrior! She sat at the front of her clanmates, seeing Heavy, Thrushfleck, and Statepaw in the crowd. She smiled at them, then turned to look at her father/mentor Stemriver. Are you sure that I'm ready for this? Brightpaw wanted to say, but didn't. If Bubblingstar agreed, then she must have done well on her assessments, and they must think that she was ready. The actual ceremony was a blur, being honored for her energy and earning the name Brightleaf. It was invigorating for her clanmates to be cheering her on, but a tiny bit of her heart twinged. I wish Slatepaw was up here with me. Now, as she was sitting at the camp entrance for her vigil, she took a deep breath, and prepared for her first day as a warrior.
Brightleaf | Saves a piece of prey for Dappleswipe |
Brightleaf was done with her first day as a warrior, and she was hungry and tired. Who knew that being a warrior could be so much harder than being an apprentice? Brightleaf padded over to the fresh-kill pile, seeing only a few pieces left. I wonder if Dappleswipe has gotten anything to eat yet. Well, better safe than sorry. Brightleaf took two mice off of the pile, retreating to one side of camp to eat hers. After she took her first bite she looked up, and saw Dappleswipe coming out of the medicine den! "Dappleswipe, over here! I saved you this mouse incase you were hungry."
{Tags: lazzylake. I can't seem to get the png's for my cats to work, does anyone have any ideas on how to fix that? }
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 14, 2024 17:21:32 GMT -5
Slatepaw »
a moment of weakness with bubblingstar - jaybun!
Thrushfleck was a warrior. Brightleaf was a warrior. Slatepaw was an apprentice.
She had been happy for Thrushfleck when Bubblingstar announced to the Clan he was becoming a warrior. She had been proud of Brightleaf when Bubblingstar greeted her as a warrior in front of all of YewClan. Hope had sparked in her chest like dancing fireflies during her sister’s ceremony, eagerly awaiting for her Clan leader and mentor to call out her name next. It had never happened. The ceremony had ended as soon as it had begun, and Slatepaw had been left as a ‘paw. Her dreams of becoming a warrior before any of her littermates had been crushed two times over now. Slatepaw was starting to wonder if she was even meant to be a warrior at this rate. A moon ago her hopes had been slaughtered. This moon her dreams were being crushed. Her spirit was next if nothing changed by next moon.
Bitterly Slatepaw glanced down at the paw she had sprained. Did her paw getting injured really hold her back that much? She had only missed a few days worth of training, and last moon she had caught a rabbit worthy of receiving a warrior name, so why was she still an apprentice? Why did she have to be left behind when both her siblings were now sleeping in the warriors’ den? It was lonely in the apprentices’ den all by herself. It was lonely knowing her littermates were enjoying life as they should while she was stuck still training. Slatepaw loved being able to stand at the Clan leader’s side every day, but she was ready to stand beside him as he congratulated her for her dedication and name her a warrior in her turn. Ask her a few moons ago and she would have rattled off about all the possibilities of her warrior name and how she’d be in the running for deputy in just a few more days, but ask her now and she’d simply shrug her shoulders and mutter about how she’d never have the chance of serving her Clan as deputy.
Deep down Slatepaw knew she needed to focus on the training session happening, but her mind was too full of self pity, her thoughts jumbled chaotically with her crestfallen attitude. What did it even matter if she was never going to be a warrior anyway? Why focus so hard on training and being the best she could be if she was never going to be rewarded and offered the chance to become a warrior? Every word Bubblingstar spoke went right over the young molly’s head. So deep in her own depression she didn’t even bother to give her mentor her time and attention. It made no sense to use all her energy on a goal that no longer seemed attainable. Maybe one day she’d be a warrior, but at this rate she was just going to be a forever apprentice. She’d never become Slatehawk, or Slateshock, or Slatefall. She would just always be Slatepaw.
Slatepaw »
wants to get to know dappleswipe better & surprised scarletdrift with something nice - Dew
Slatepaw was doing everything she could to distract herself from the fact that she was still an apprentice while her littermates were already warriors. Her dream to become a warrior early, before her littermates, had been crushed this moon, and while she was happy for her brother and sister, it was heart-wrenching to realize that she was still stuck doing warrior training when she should have her full name alongside her siblings. There had to be something they had done more of than Slatepaw, something that made them stand out and made Bubblingstar see them more than he saw his own apprentice. The gray and white molly was determined to figure out what exactly that was. Her desire to be a warrior was still there, dampened somewhat, but still there.
The young feline was flitting about the camp like a busy hummingbird. She peeked her head into the nursery, stepped away, rushed to the elders’ den, bounced over to the apprentices’ den, and skipped to the warriors’ den. All the dens looked rather clean and tidy, not a scrap of moss out of place. They must have been cleaned recently, though Slatepaw knew she hadn’t been the one to take on such a task. Perhaps Brightleaf had done that right before her warrior ceremony, wanting to curl up into a new, fresh nest once she had completed her vigil. Slatepaw didn’t blame her. If she knew she was going to be a warrior she’d want to make herself a brand new nest in the warriors’ den before scurrying off to begin her warrior’s vigil. Hopefully that event would happen sooner than later. Being a warrior was what Slatepaw had dreamed of since she had been a kit in the nursery.
Cleaning out nests was out of the picture. If they didn’t need to be done, then they didn’t need to be done. Slatepaw flicked her tail as she looked around camp, wondering what she could do. There had to be something she could do, something she could volunteer herself for that would make her stand out and make Bubblingstar realize she was ready to become a warrior. Her eyes darted toward the medicine cat den briefly. Perhaps Stormmask needed something that she could help with, but even before her paws could move toward the den Slatepaw froze. Memories of being stuck in that den as a kit flashed in her mind, and even fresher than that was when her paw was sprained two moons ago. The apprentice’s pelt ruffled with unease. She’d do anything she could to avoid that den. Being stuck in there had left her behind her siblings, and the only experiences inside the medicine cat den had been negative. Slatepaw took a step back. It would look good to check in on Stormmask, and look even better if she asked how Dappleswipe was doing; the Clan deputy was currently under Stormmask’s watch due to frostbite. Knowing how boring it could be to be stuck in Stormmask’s den, Slatepaw had half a mind to force herself over and talk with the deputy, but she stayed where she was. This could also be a good time to get to know Dappleswipe a little better, ask her more questions about what it was like being deputy and how Slatepaw could make herself look better as a prospective warrior, but her unease toward the medicine cat den kept her far away.
Fortunately, the presence of another warrior nearby caught Slatepaw’s attention. A familiar white and ginger pelt conjured up an idea, Slatepaw’s whiskers trembling with joy. She knew what she could do to make herself earn her warrior promotion!
Wasting no time the young molly darted to the fresh-kill pile, grabbed the first thing she could get her teeth into - which happened to be a rock sparrow from earlier that morning - and bounded toward the warrior who had grabbed her attention.
”Scarletdrift!” She called out through the feathers, skidding to a halt beside the older tomcat. Slatepaw sat the sparrow down. ”Here’s a sparrow for you!” She chirped, eagerly kneading the ground with her paws. Doing something nice for others would make Bubblingstar notice just how mature she was, right? Going out of her way to make sure a Clanmate was fed had to be a good reason to make an apprentice a warrior.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Mar 14, 2024 18:22:13 GMT -5
OMG! Guys, I'm sorry about my inactivity! I will get a response out today or tomorrow!
I've been feeling under the weather lately...
Please forgive me.
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Post by Brownie on Mar 14, 2024 19:23:29 GMT -5
I also have a cold. It suck. and Dew what's happening when you try? put it up and I'll peep the code ]] |
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Post by Dew on Mar 14, 2024 19:26:08 GMT -5
{ I think it's me not really knowing what to do. I don't really know how to use Imgur, or put in different photos from different settings, but when I put it in it's huge }
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Post by Brownie on Mar 14, 2024 20:02:20 GMT -5
The image tag I gave you should just be a copy/paste. It's already uploaded and formatted into BBcode.
You have the image that is like
[img]LInkstuffhere.png[/img]
it might also look like
[img src="link.png" width="100%"]
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Post by Dew on Mar 14, 2024 20:08:40 GMT -5
Brownie , Thank you, let me try it out. Edit: It worked!
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Post by lazzylake on Mar 14, 2024 21:46:31 GMT -5
(Eyeing the romantic pip between Stormmask and Dappleswipe omg... They'd be so cute together Also I feel you both, Brownie and Sapphire, I have a runny nose and I feel blegh  hopefully I can grind on some responses before I get too tired) |
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Post by jaybun! on Mar 14, 2024 22:48:11 GMT -5
same here <3 i'll try to have a reply up this moon for sure, sorry about missing the last one
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Post by lazzylake on Mar 15, 2024 0:49:56 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
Relationship pip: Sharing prey with Brightleaf
The day, or rather, the past couple of moons, had been uneventful for YewClan's deputy. Outside of the warrior ceremonies held for Thrushfleck and now Brightleaf, she'd been cooped up in the medicine den, surrounded by the smell of herbs. After collecting daisy and tansy to rebuild storage, the deputy complained to Stormmask that her feet felt oddly swollen, to which the medicine cat had diagnosed as frostbite. Stormmask was doing their best thawing out the blisters dealt to her paws, but her company wouldn't replace how hollow she felt unable to serve her clan. Soon enough, evening descended, washing the camp in a cool reddish-voilet. Dappleswipe figured it would be best to step out just to see if she could actually... Feel The frosty ground underfoot. Just as the tortoiseshell emerged, a chipper voice called out her name inviting her over for a bite to eat. It was Brightleaf. Perfect timing, She thought. If there was one thing the frostbite hadn't dulled, it was her appetite. Dappleswipe didn't want to strain too far just to get a quick meal in case she'd revert the healing process. Thankfully he newly made warrior wasn't far off. Padding up stiffly to the cream and white she-cat, Dappleswipe purred, appreciation shining in her copper eyes. "That's very considerate of you, Brightleaf. Thanks!" Bending down, she grabbed the mouse and hunkered over. A few bites in, she decided that catching up with Brightleaf would be a good way to pass the time. " So, what do you think of your new name? Has anything interesting come up since you've been appointed? "
tags: Dew ooc: (I'm impressed with myself for getting this done tonight! I also have some ideas for Thrushfleck's pip as well once someone claims them.) |
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Post by Dew on Mar 15, 2024 17:26:41 GMT -5
 Brightleaf| Sharing Prey with Dappleswipe |
Brightleaf was overjoyed that Dappleswipe had said yes, and flicked her tail to the mouse she had gotten for her. Brightleaf smiled then took another bite from her mouse, an awkward silence filling the space. Brightleaf was not one to keep any type of silence for long, but Dappleswipe started the conversation. A small breeze whisked past the two while she thought. "I really like my name! I think it fits me too, because my pelt kind of swirls in a leaf-shape." Even though she was a warrior now, Brightleaf couldn't help bouncing in excitement, or playfully wanting to bat a moss-ball every time she saw one. "As for patrols, it's nice to be out as a warrior now, but nothing incredibly interesting has happened so far. I guess that's a good thing though. " Brightleaf let out a small, sweet purr, then finished off her mouse.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Mar 15, 2024 21:22:45 GMT -5
 jaybun! Mistleheart (" wonders how Bubblingstar is doing", and steps on Bubblingstar's foot -.) Mistleheart had chanted the new warriors' name as soon as they were made warriors. Thrushpaw and Brightpaw were made warriors the last two moons, being named Thrushfleck and Brightleaf. The white and gray she-cat was very proud of them, and consoled Slatepaw when she wasn't given her name, saying that she will be one soon. Mistleheart hoped the Clan will get more kits soon, as Heavy's kits are now grown up. The weather was getting colder and colder, until the ground was covered in icy frost every morning. It was clear that leaf-fall was arriving soon, and YewClan needed to prepare for the cold weather and sickness that comes with it. Mistleheart pushed herself up from her nest in the warrior's den. Lately, she has been thinking of Bubblingstar. He showed no signs of improvement. He was still subdued and tired. It was clear that old age was starting to catch up with the ginger and white leader. And Mistleheart wanted to know if he really lost a life, but thought it would be rude to ask the old tom if he lost a life recently. She can't stop wondering. At most, all Mistleheart could do if ask him how he is feeling. And he may open up and reveal if he lost a life. It was midday, and the ground was still frosty, as the young warrior padded outside. Most of the trees have lost all their leaves; a few stray dark red leaves was clinging on a few trees. She headed to the leader's den to find Bubblingstar to find out how he was doing. His den was under a overhang of rocks, and his scent was enamniating from inside. As Mistleheart walked inside the den, she realized with a jolt that the old leader was heading to the exit of the den! She tried to turn away, but it was too late. Mistleheart accidently stood on one of his front paws! " Oh, I'm so sorry Bubblingstar!" gasped Mistleheart, her white cheeks blushing with embarrsment. " I didn't mean to stand on your paw! I'll be more careful next time." Mistleheart moved out of the way and allowed Bubblingstar to exit his den. She padded out alongside him. " I heard you haven't been feeling that well lately!" Mewed the young warrior sympathetically. " Are you been feeling okay? What happened?"
Feathertalon Mistleheart (talking with Heavy) Mistleheart was wrappping her white tail around Heavy's body as she asked her how she was doing. She was very close to the cat who raised her, since she was found abandoned as a kit after losing her biological mother. She smiled at the multicoloured she-cat. " I've been pretty great!" Purred Mistlheart. " Though... I've been really worried about two things. First is how our leader, Bubblingstar is feeling lately. I know he is getting older, and he seems upset about something. Also, I'm really worried about the leaf-bare coming really soon. The last leaf-bare, and the only leaf-bare I ever experienced in my life was dreadful! Almost everyone in the Clan got sick, forcing me and a couple others to try to hunt for the whole Clan, when prey was so scarce! We were also starving, and we lost our beloved healer, Icepath, and a warrior, who hasn't been in the Clan for long, Deerleaf!" "What if this leaf-bare, everyone gets sick, and more cats die?! I don't want my Clan to struggle like it did last leaf-bare!" Her heart started beating faster and faster at the thought of more cats of the small Clan dying in this upcoming leaf-bare. Her stood on end, she uncurled her tail from Heavy's body and stood back in fear. Her breathing becoming quick and raspy. She was starting to have a panic attack! " Please... StarClan... Please don't make this leaf-bare worse than the previous one!" Rasped Mistleheart in small breaths " My Clan that I'm so loyal to had suffered so much! Please...."
Dew Sand Mistleheart (on hunting patrol with Spottedfur and Scarletdrift) Mistleheart padded alongside her former mentor, Spottedfur, and Scarletdrift into the very frosty grounds. It was morning, and the icy breeze ruffled her white fur and cause the young warrior to shiver. It was getting really cold, and that cold weather caused the deputy, Dappleswipe to return from a patrol with frostbite! What if she gets frostbitten in this weather too?! Leaf-bare was well on it's way! Mistleheart didn't have time to worry about the upcoming leaf-bare. She needed to concentrate on catching enough prey to last YewClan the leaf-bare. She and the other two cats walked into a grove of bare trees, hoping to find more prey among the trees. Scarledrifting was leading the way, as she and Spottedfur followed him. Suddenly, Mistleheart heard a creaking noise from above her head. An eagle's nest came plummeting down from the bare branches of the tree grove! " Watch out!" Scarletdrift shouted, jumping to the side. But the nest still landed on Scarletdrift's hindquarters. " SCARLETDRIFT!!!" Yowled Mistleheart, her white fur stood up on end. " ARE YOU OKAY?!" Spottedfur was yowling too. Scarletdrift was trying to wriggle out of the eagle's nest, but he couldn't free himself. " I'm fine. But I think I'm stuck!" Meowed the white and dark ginger tom. " Don't worry Scarletdrift!" Shouted Mistleheart. " I will free you!" The white and gray she-cat turned her head to Spottedfur. " Spottedfur, will you help me free Scarletdrift, please? He needs our help!"
Feathertalon Mistleheart (Feels safe with Slatepaw around ++) Mistleheart was eating a shrew from the freshkill pile. She mustn't eat much, as she must save some prey for leaf-bare. It was afternoon, and the white and gray she-cat was longing to spend time with Slatepaw. Her littermates, Thrustfleck and Brightleaf has become warriors the past two moons. Mistleheart knew how frustrating it was to be made a warrior later than normal, and she knew that Slatepaw would be lonely without her littermates for company in the apprentice's den. She, herself was made a warrior late, due to her grief from Icepath's death and her snake bite. Mistleheart was growing closer and closer to the dark gray and white she-cat, the kit of the cat who raised her. Mistleheart walked inside the apprentice's den, and found the young dark gray and white she-cat grooming herself. She walked closer to her, and wrapped her white tail around her body. " Hi Slatepaw." Meowed Mistleheart. " You must be feeling quite frustrated and lonely after your siblings were made warriors before you." " I know how you feel, I was made a warrior late too! At 14 moons old. I was beyond frustrated that I was still an apprentice. I know you will be very happy when you will finally be made a warrior. And you will be a great one too! Your littermates aren't better warriors than you just because they were made one before you. You just need a little bit more time, that is all." Mistleheart rubbed her face into hers. " Do not worry at all, Slatepaw. You will be a great warrior!" Mistleheart purred loudly as she spent time with Slatepaw. She felt warm, and very safe next to her. She wanted to be her friend! But the white and gray warrior needed to know her better.
OOC: I'm sorry for my brief inactivity! I've been under the weather, and I'm busy at university. Due to his I did more replies than usual to make up for my absence. I'll only do more replies this moon if someone replies to my prompts. Also, it is my birthday this Monday! And I'm going out to dinner with my family, and going to the zoo together!" |
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hopefully I can grind on some responses before I get too tired)