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Post by Dew on Mar 15, 2024 21:33:29 GMT -5
{ That sounds great Sapphirejas! I hope you have a great early Birthday! } |
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 15, 2024 22:17:08 GMT -5
Heavy »
When Heavy had approached Mistleheart and asked how she had been, the calico had not expected to break the dam that had been holding back the flood, but here she was, flooded up to her ears with the worries that had been plaguing Mistleheart. The calico was briefly caught off guard, having not anticipated such a response, but she soon collected herself. While this was not something she had prepared herself for, the young warrior’s worries were understandable. Last leaf-bare had been tragic. Yellowcough had taken Icepath and Deerleaf. Heavy and Slatepaw had caught the sickness, surviving by some miracle. Mistleheart had been one of the few warriors that had been able to provide for YewClan, and Heavy could only begin to imagine all the stress she had been under. It had surely been too much for a cat so young as Mistleheart.
Heavy leaned in, pressing herself comfortingly against the cat she had taken in and raised as her own. ”I wish I could promise you that this leaf-bare will be better, but no cat knows what’s to come.” Heavy wished with all her heart that she could look Mistleheart in the eyes and promise her that the coming cold season would be kinder to them, but not even cats such as Stormmask could predict exactly how the weather would be and how the season would treat them. Leaf-bare was a trying time. Sickness spread like wildfire in the cold and death loomed even taller when snow covered the ground. It was how it always was despite all the wishes that it was easier.
The panic inside Mistleheart was so great that Heavy could feel it sparking into her own pelt. Eager to calm Mistleheart down, Heavy forced a purr to rumble inside her throat. She began rasping her tongue in comforting strokes against the younger molly’s cheek and between her ears. ”Despite the cats we lost last leaf-bare, the Clan has more warriors this time.” Not by a lot, but with Thrushfleck and Brightleaf now warriors, and Heavy herself a warrior, there was less chance of an illness finding a weakened immune system or one that wasn’t fully developed such as a kit’s. ”Perhaps we could try spending extra time hunting this moon, and helping Stormmask gather herbs between patrols. Cats will go hungry and cats will fall ill, but if we’re a little bit more prepared then we were last leaf-bare, then perhaps we can stop some things from happening,” she mewed gently, wrapping her tail around Mistleheart to draw her closer. The last thing she wanted was for Mistleheart to worry herself to the point of pure terror. Bad things were inevitable, but precautions could be used to lower the risks.
Slatepaw »
So caught up in her grooming, Slatepaw hadn’t even noticed a cat slipping into the apprentices’ den. The young molly jumped in surprise when a furry tail wrapped around her, hackles rising and claws unsheathing just out of instinct. Her lips pulled back to expose sharp fangs, but it wasn’t long before the all too familiar scent, sound, and sight of Mistleheart eased Slatepaw’s racing heart. The charcoal gray apprentice’s body slowly relaxed. She soon melted into the friendly touch of Mistleheart, even purring against her friend.
A defeated sigh slipped from the jaws of the apprentice. Was it so obvious that she was upset at being left behind? Slatepaw wanted to be happy for her brother and sister - she was happy for them - but the hollowness in her chest and the emptiness in her heart was hard to ignore. Ever since her kit days Slatepaw had dreamed of becoming a warrior early. She had wanted to stand before the Clan and receive her warrior name before Thrushfleck and Brightleaf. Slatepaw wanted to be the pride of YewClan. But all of those dreams had come crashing down. That fall hurt worse than her first training session when she had snapped the tree branch and tumbled onto Bubblingstar.
Despite being upset, Slatepaw was at least glad she had Mistleheart at her side. Mistleheart had been made a warrior late as well. If any cat understood Slatepaw’s hurt, it would be Mistleheart.
Slatepaw shifted on her paws, snuggling closer to the older molly. Being pressed so close to Mistleheart was a comfort the apprentice hoped to have forever. ”I know I should be happy for them…and I am happy that Thrushfleck and Brightleaf are warriors, but it sucks being stuck as an apprentice. Bubblingstar’s even my mentor, for StarClan’s sake! Doesn’t it look pathetic when the leader is your mentor and you’re still not a warrior?” Frustration seeped into the apprentice’s words as she spoke, her hackles once again rising. Her irritation was more so at herself than at her siblings or Bubblingstar. Whatever reason there was for keeping her as a ‘paw had to be her fault. Thrushfleck and Brightleaf had proven themselves as worthy warriors. What had Slatepaw done for her Clan besides fall out of trees, mess up her first assessment, and sprain her paw?
”Do you really think I’ll be a good warrior?” The question came quietly, almost a whimper. Owlish eyes, watery and crestfallen, looked up at Mistleheart. The warrior could say whatever she liked, but Slatepaw had to know if she really meant what she said. Slatepaw needed to know whether or not Mistleheart truly believed in her.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Mar 15, 2024 23:12:34 GMT -5
{ That sounds great Sapphirejas ! I hope you have a great early Birthday! } Thank you!  |
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Post by jaybun! on Mar 15, 2024 23:22:51 GMT -5
ooc;; Sapphirejas happy (early) birthday! my own prompts are a bit short today, i caught the flu  really surprised to see slatepaw hasn't been made a warrior yet BUBBLINGSTAR - Slatepaw Kits always grew so fast, Bubblingstar thought to himself, glancing at Slatepaw from the corner of his eye. She used to be so tiny, and now she was practically a young warrior. Though not quite. In all honesty, he wondered if perhaps he'd been too soft on Slatepaw during her training. She was ambitious and high-spirited yes, but her rash behavior the last moon had startled him. Watching her launch across Flowerclan's border, enemy or not, had his heart dropping right into the pit of his stomach. Worse is that he desperately didn't want to hold her back from graduating along with her siblings- but what else could he do? " Slatepaw," Bubblingstar called, only to fully turn when no answer came. Slatepaw's anxiety, her frustration leaked from every tense muscle on her frame. And despite himself, he felt another tinge of guilt. He came to a stop, this time gentling his voice, " Slatepaw?" BUBBLINGSTAR - Mistleheart (glad to have Spottedfur) Bubblingstar oomphed, stumbling somewhat as his paw was pinned under the weight of a mass of fluffy white fur. Shaking his head, he let himself fall back onto his rump, blinking owlishly at Mistleheart's earnest face. " Oh, no- no it's quite alright," he was quick to reassure the young warrior, centering himself with a small breath, " I'm just a bit tired Mistleheart. Thank you for checking." Spottedfur really did excel at bringing up excellent warriors. |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Mar 15, 2024 23:32:36 GMT -5
Thank you Jaybun  I hope you get better soon! |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Mar 15, 2024 23:37:13 GMT -5
We need more kits, now that Heavy's kits are all grown up.
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Post by Sand on Mar 16, 2024 5:03:31 GMT -5
( will try to get posts up today. I’ve been sick and having other health issues this week.
happy early birthday, sapphirejas! )
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 16, 2024 9:11:03 GMT -5
Slatepaw »
The last thing on Slatepaw’s mind was paying attention to her mentor; after all, what good did listening to him do when she was still stuck as an apprentice while her littermates got to be warriors? Thrushfleck and Brightleaf were off checking for badgers and collecting prey for the Clan before leaf-bare hit. And what was Slatepaw doing? Training. Well, she was supposed to be training. It was just…hard to focus on that when training didn’t seem to be getting her anywhere.
She didn’t know how many times Bubblingstar had called her name, but it was clear this wasn’t the first time he tried getting her attention.
Slatepaw shuffled uneasily on her paws. Her pale gaze focused in on the elderly tom. What did she have to do to impress him? What had Thrushfleck and Brightleaf accomplished that Slatepaw had yet to? Being the leader’s apprentice should have made her a warrior before her littermates, but she was beginning to realize being the leader’s apprentice meant there was more pressure on her. ”Yes, Bubblingstar?” She asked meekly, skin crawling with ants as her heart sank into her paws. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 16, 2024 9:12:25 GMT -5
[ seems like everybody is under the weather! Hope y’all start to feeling better<3
And happy early birthday, Sapph! ]
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Post by Dew on Mar 16, 2024 10:09:24 GMT -5
Scarletdrift
 With Slatepaw (+)
Scarletdrift had been lounging around camp, the weather still mild. It had seemed that the weather had stayed the same for the past moon, warm when the sun was up, and cold when it went down. Now, as he was warming up in the last rays of sunshine for the day, Slatepaw padded up with a Rock Sparrow in her jaws! The apprentice set the sparrow down in front of him. "Thank you Slatepaw! It looks very good." Scarletdrift took a bite, (tearing out some feathers first) and relished the delicious taste in his mouth. "If you want to stick around, you can save the leftover feathers for you nest in the warriors den.I bet your ceremony is soon you know."
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 16, 2024 11:29:15 GMT -5
Slatepaw »
The topic of her delayed warrior ceremony was beginning to become a sore that nobody wanted to help heal. Just when Slatepaw thought the scab was there for good some cat had to rip it right off. She knew Scarletdrift wasn’t purposefully rubbing her failure in her face, but his words stung. He wanted to cheer her up, and she appreciated it greatly, but even words spoken from a place of kindness could be painful.
Slatepaw sat herself down near the warrior, watching as he tore into the sparrow. A few of the feathers drifted away, dancing about freely in the camp. She’d have to go around and collect them later; Slatepaw planned on using a good amount for her nest, but she could spare a few for some other cat’s nest. Perhaps she’d share some with Mistleheart. Her sour mood lightened at the thought of her friend - if any cat deserved a soft nest it was Mistleheart.
Feeling somewhat better now, Slatepaw found a smile on her face as she looked back to Scarletdrift. ”You think so?” She questioned hopefully, perking up all the more. Another question tickled her mind, this one hopeful. Scarletdrift was one of Bubblingstar’s senior warriors, one of his most trusted Clanmates. Maybe the leader had mentioned something to Scarletdrift about an upcoming warrior ceremony… ”Has Bubblingstar said anything to you?” The apprentice pressed lightly, leaning closer to the warrior, thirsty for any knowledge Scarletdrift might be able to pass along. |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Mar 16, 2024 16:29:05 GMT -5
( will try to get posts up today. I’ve been sick and having other health issues this week. happy early birthday, sapphirejas! ) Thank you! |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Mar 16, 2024 16:29:52 GMT -5
( will try to get posts up today. I’ve been sick and having other health issues this week. happy early birthday, sapphirejas! ) Thank you so much! |
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Post by jaybun! on Mar 16, 2024 21:29:01 GMT -5
BUBBLINGSTAR - Slatepaw A sigh escaped through Bubblingstar's nose. The pale tom settled down, tucking his paws underneath his tail as he thought. More than anything, he wanted to say the right thing. Something that would motivate Slatepaw until her own graduation, and perhaps beyond. " You're not in trouble," Bubblingstar started, " I'm not punishing you- I'd never do that." He paused, glancing up at the cloudless sky, " but I'm worried." Bubblingstar flicked his ears restlessly, making an effort to hold Slatepaw's gaze, " Slatepaw, when you caught that rabbit on Flowerclan's territory, it terrified me. What if you were caught? Flowerclan's killed for less." Poor Bramblespots. She probably only been taking a walk. " But more than that, I'm worried what you might be capable of if you thought it'd get you what you wanted." He was quick to shake his head, " not that you'd act maliciously, just- a warrior can't afford to cut corners. An apprentice maybe, but...once you're a warrior; I can't protect you from the fallout of those sort of decisions." " I need you to show me you're ready," Bubblingstar mewed softly, " please." |
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 16, 2024 22:05:31 GMT -5
Slatepaw »
Was the air suddenly thicker than it had been a few moments ago? Slatepaw’s chest constricted, squeezing her like a snake. Hearing Bubblingstar confirm that he wasn’t punishing her made her feel worse. It shouldn’t have, but perhaps a part of her would rather face the consequences of her mentor - and leader - punishing her than her mentor believing she had failed and just wasn’t ready for her warrior name. His calmness was scarier than if he were angry for some reason, and Slatepaw had no way to explain why she felt that way. It would be easier to be upset if he was yelling at her than if he were calmly stating the facts to her.
The young molly’s eyes looked down, ashamed. The last thing she had wanted was to worry Bubblingstar, yet here he was, telling her that he was worried. Worried about what she might do once she became a warrior. Worried about what would have happened if a FlowerClan patrol had caught her the other moon. A childish part of her wanted to retort back to her mentor and explain that no FlowerClan patrol had caught her and that she had been able to feed the Clan well that day, but she held her tongue. Slatepaw knew that comment was immature. She was better than that. Or was she? If she was better than that then would that thought have even popped into her mind to begin with?
Instead she managed to say something that was perhaps even more mouse-brained. ”I do have FlowerClan blood. Maybe they could have spared their kin a rabbit.” Even as the words flowed from her tongue she knew she was in the wrong. FlowerClan and YewClan were enemies, and had been ever since Slatepaw had been born. They had been enemies before she had been born. Why they were hostile toward one another, the apprentice knew not, but what she did know was that Stemriver had been born to FlowerClan. Slatepaw was half FlowerClan and half loner. Would that half-Clan blood running in her veins be enough for FlowerClan to give her a pass just the one time? Probably not. If Stemriver had left his birth Clan then that had to mean FlowerClan cats had no hearts and no pity even for their kin.
Ever slowly she raised her pale gaze back onto Bubblingstar. Ears lay flat against her head and her pelt rippled uncomfortably. Invisible ants continued to bite at her skin. This conversation was difficult, humiliating even, but Slatepaw couldn’t imagine having this talk with any other cat. Bubblingstar was her mentor - if any cat could understand her struggles with her apprenticeship it was him.
Slatepaw took a shaky breath. It was hard, her chest still tight, but she managed it. Her heart continued to pound throughout her body, but she steadied herself just long enough to speak once more. ”I promise I can be a responsible, trusted warrior. I’ll try better from now on, Bubblingstar. I promise.” Sincerity was strong in her words as she spoke, and while she still felt hot with shame, her gaze was strong and her posture stable. Slatepaw had never been more convicted with her words than she was right now. |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Mar 17, 2024 20:18:53 GMT -5
It's my birthday today! |
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Post by Dew on Mar 17, 2024 20:20:27 GMT -5
Yay! Happy Birthday!
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Post by Dew on Mar 17, 2024 20:32:59 GMT -5
Scarletdrift / With Slatepaw (+)
Scarletdrift looked up from his sparrow, his eyes meeting Slatepaw's again. She looked hopeful, and he didn't want to squash that hope. The apprentice had been through alot already, with both of her siblings being made warriors before her. "Yes of course I do! We all do. You might not know it, but everycat here is cheering you on." Scarletdrift had never been good talking much, or rather, saying the right thing, but he thought that had been pretty good. "If Bubblingstar doesn't make you a warrior next moon, he's crazy! You just need to show him that you're ready"
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Post by Sand on Mar 18, 2024 11:49:08 GMT -5
 Spottedfur : a crash with Scarletdrift & Mistleheart
Spottedfur and Mistleheart were lucky enough to avoid the eagle's nest from falling on to them, but it appeared Scarledrift was not. His heart began to race, wondering how they were going to get their clanmate out from underneath the nest.
"Of course, Mistleheart," he mewed calmly, trying to ignore the negative thoughts that were clouding his mind. "Let's get him out as fast as possible."
The eagle nest that had fallen on top of Scarletdrift was heavier than Spottedfur had imagined. The twigs, moss, grass, and feathers had proven to be a strong, bulky nest. The silver speckled tom hurried over to the white and ginger tom, barely able to see him underneath the large nest. "It's going to take us a while to get him out. There's no way for us to do it quickly," he told his patrolmates. "I'm sorry, Scarletdrift. You'll have to hold tight for now."
The senior warrior began yanking twigs out of the nest, trying to separate the pieces. It was woven together tightly, so he knew the three of them would be here all afternoon long. It was a tough task, one he wished to avoid, but they needed to save Scarletdrift. Spottedfur continued to toss nest materials aside, looking up at Mistleheart to make sure she was doing okay. For now, their plans for the day were stalled, he knew he would do anything for his clanmates, especially Scarletdrift.
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 Stormmask : herb gathering with Brightleaf & notices how wonderful Dappleswipe's laugh can be
Stormmask’s running nose had finally faded away which she was grateful for. She could gather herbs like usual without being frustrated or annoyed by her brief sickness. Although she had thought of taking a certain cat along with her, she settled for Brightleaf, a brand new warrior.
As she padded through the territory, Stormmask kept her eyes peeled for spots on the forest floor with an abundance of moss. YewClan was lucky to have plenty of spots that were moist and shady. ”We will be gathering moss today,” she meowed to Brightleaf, hoping that the young warrior didn’t mind.
She didn’t know what it was like to spend one’s first day as a warrior gathering moss. It seemed more like something for an apprentice to do, but Stormmask needed enough moss for leafbare. Brightleaf had no choice but to join her and the medicine cat hoped she was fine with it. Whether Brightleaf agreed with her or not, the grey tabby wasn’t going to let her leave without helping first.
As they reached their destination, the forest floor became softer. She could feel the grass beneath her paws and not far from them sat a set of boulders next to two tall chestnut trees. ”We’re here, Brightleaf. Let’s gather as much moss as we can,” she told the cream she-cat.
Stormmask carefully scooped the moss off of the boulders, leaving its roots behind in case she needed to come back to the same spot. While she gathered moss off of the boulders, her thoughts wandered to Dappleswipe. Ever since the tortoiseshell had entered her den, she had heard the molly’s laugh up close. She had a wonderful, lighthearted laugh. It was infectious and made Stormmask feel warm on the inside. Was it… normal for her to feel this way? She had felt similar with Heavy last moon too. Was a medicine cat supposed to indulge in romance? It couldn’t hurt to have a crush or two as long as it was harmless.
While she finished bundling up the moss, the grey tabby glanced at Brightleaf. She had done an excellent job with helping her out today. ”Thanks for your help!” she meowed gratefully to the warrior. ”We can head back now.”
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Post by Brownie on Mar 18, 2024 13:37:53 GMT -5
[[ It's a mooooon day ]]
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Post by Brownie on Mar 18, 2024 14:28:14 GMT -5
x - Moon 33 - x
early leaf bare; snowy
Clan Events:
None
PATROL MODIFIERS: 2+ Do Not Proceed [WARY] Patrol: Border Relationships - Shares prey with Thrushfleck (+)
- Helps Dappleswipe through a small mistake she made (+)
- Feels like Scarletdrift is ignoring him (-) with Mistleheart, Thrushfleck, Heavy
Event : A rabbit on FlowerClan
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : One extra rabbit, on a border patrol none the less, isn't worth a fight. There's FlowerClan scent on the wind and they can't risk a skirmish this early into leaf bare.
Encourages cats to share tongues with someone they haven't talked to in a while Major Events Event: Healed from frostbite, but gains a scar. Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Had an argument with Stormmask (-) with Stemriver, Spottedfur
Event : A fox
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They find the fox with a groundhog in its jaws. Without a second thought, the patrol tries to drive the predator off and steal the prey, but the fox runs away without a fight--and the prey still tight in its jaws--leaving the patrol with nothing. Saw a pair of hawks circling in the sky Major Events Event: Stormmask's runny nose is gone Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Is jealous of how easy it is for Scarletdrift to talk with his Clanmates (-)
with Slatefoot*
Event : A lesson in StarClan
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Stormmask uses the time they share gathering lungwort to share her knowledge about StarClan and YewClan's ancestors. Wants to help Heavy learn a new fighting move Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Bonds with Stemriver over a shared memory (++)
- Thinks Mistleheart is very helpful (+) with Stemriver, Dappleswipe
Event : A fox
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They find the fox with a groundhog in its jaws. Without a second thought, the patrol tries to drive the predator off and steal the prey, but the fox runs away without a fight--and the prey still tight in its jaws--leaving the patrol with nothing. Scarletdrift STATUS: SICK! GREENCOUGH || Dew Spends all day chatting and laughing with some other warriors Major Events Event: Catches greencough Patrol: None Relationships - Thinks Heavy was nice to him today (+)
- Appreciates Thrushfleck checking in on him (+)
with None
Event : None
Choice : None
Outcome : None Is hoping Dappleswipe won't assign her to the next patrol Patrol: Border Relationships - Saves Thrushfleck's favorite prey for him when he's on patrol late (++)
- Bonds with Stemriver over a shared memory (++)
with Thrushfleck, Mistleheart, Bubblingstar
Event : A rabbit on FlowerClan
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : One extra rabbit, on a border patrol none the less, isn't worth a fight. There's FlowerClan scent on the wind and they can't risk a skirmish this early into leaf bare. Stemriver STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Spars with Mistleheart Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Appreciates Thrushfleck's company (+) with Dappleswipe, Spottedfur
Event : A fox
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They find the fox with a groundhog in its jaws. Without a second thought, the patrol tries to drive the predator off and steal the prey, but the fox runs away without a fight--and the prey still tight in its jaws--leaving the patrol with nothing. Patrol: Border Relationships - Avoids Scarletdrift's eye when talking to him
with Heavy, Thrushfleck, Bubblingstar
Event : A rabbit in FlowerClan
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : One extra rabbit, on a border patrol none the less, isn't worth a fight. There's FlowerClan scent on the wind and they can't risk a skirmish this early into leaf bare. Thrushfleck STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Hopes Brightleaf is doing well Patrol: Border Relationships - Jokes with Dappleswipe about how stinky BurdockClan smells (+)
with Heavy, Bubblingstar, Mistleheart
Event : A rabbit on FlowerClan
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : One extra rabbit, on a border patrol none the less, isn't worth a fight. There's FlowerClan scent on the wind and they can't risk a skirmish this early into leaf bare. Major Events Event: Is named a warrior! Bubblingstar honors her for her tenderness. Name options: Slatefoot, Slateheart, Slaterose. Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Cheers Scarletdrift up after a disagreement (+)
with Stormmask
Event : A lesson in StarClan
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Stormmask uses the time they share gathering lungwort to share her knowledge about StarClan and YewClan's ancestors. Brightleaf STATUS: SICK! YELLOWCOUGH || Dew Chats with Stormmask about being a healer Major Events Event: Is sick with Yellowcough Patrol: None Relationships - Sticks really close to Heavy (++)
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Post by Brownie on Mar 18, 2024 14:29:48 GMT -5
Slatepaw is named a warrior!
Name choices: Slatefoot, Slateheart, Slaterose (they're all pretty good!)
Slatepaw trait upgrades -> Loving, incredible runner, steady paws ]]
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Post by Dew on Mar 18, 2024 15:26:18 GMT -5
{ Poor Brightleaf and Scarletdrift! Will get something up soon. }
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Post by lazzylake on Mar 18, 2024 15:33:53 GMT -5
(I'll try to get my patrol response up tonight. Also Scarletdrift and Brightleaf nooo! I know a small outbreak was possible with it being winter but I'm especially worried for Scarletdrift since he's an older guy. Hope these two make it through!)
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 18, 2024 16:40:48 GMT -5
[ ahhh greencough ;; hopefully everyone makes it!
And hmmm I’m torn between Slatefoot and Slateheart ]
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Post by jaybun! on Mar 18, 2024 19:26:54 GMT -5
a win for the slate stans!!!
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 18, 2024 21:40:51 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
warrior ceremony - @ whole clan
All she had ever wanted was to be a warrior. For as far as she could remember her dreams had been filled with standing before the Clan and being called as a full member of YewClan. Hope had flared in her heart that, one day, she’d be surrounded by her Clanmates as they welcomed her as a warrior, then as deputy, and then as their leader. And finally. Finally. She was now a warrior.
The newly named Slatefoot stood before her Clan with owlish eyes beaming with ecstasy. Her chest swelled with pride as she puffed herself up, appearing larger as she stood there soaking in the cheers of her Clanmates. The new warrior looked to her leader and former mentor Bubblingstar, a large, toothy smile flashing on her face. Slatefoot dipped her head to him - it was a bittersweet moment, she had discovered. During her apprenticeship Bubblingstar had become a constant source of comfort and counseling. He had always been there no matter what. When she was haughty and overzealous he was there to gently explain that a warrior need not to get too big in the head. Whenever she was feeling down and upset about her circumstances Bubblingstar was there to guide her and put her back on the right path. He had become like a father to her in a way. She had Stemriver, but the relationship there was different. They weren’t the closest parent and offspring pair. Bubblingstar wasn’t of her blood, but she could feel his presence in every beat of her heart. Bubblingstar would always be a part of her, and she hoped he felt the same way about her. She was a warrior now, but she’d always be eager to stand at her former mentor’s side.
Slatefoot’s eyes shifted and then landed on three other important cats in her life - Heavy, Brightleaf, and Thrushfleck. All three were calling her name, and the pride on Heavy’s face was brighter than the sun. A purr drummed loudly in the new warrior’s throat. She couldn’t wait for when she went out on patrols with her family. She couldn’t wait to go on her first warrior patrol. The forest outside was the same, albeit covered in snow now, but looking through the eyes of a warrior was bound to change her perspective to some things outside of camp.
Next was a glance toward Mistleheart, Slatefoot’s closest friend outside her family and mentor. She raised her tail high, waving it toward the pale-furred warrior. Mistleheart had been there for her through her hard and bad times as well. From an early age Slatefoot had looked up to Mistleheart, yearning to impress the older molly and to get her approval. Friendship with Mistleheart had been easy to secure, and Slatefoot wanted nothing more than to continue that relationship she had with the other warrior.
Other warrior. It felt amazing to be able to refer to Mistleheart as a fellow warrior rather than Mistleheart a warrior and Slatefoot an apprentice.
As the cheering died down and Bubblingstar called the ceremony to an end, Slatefoot took her place among the crowd, touching noses and brushing pelts with her Clanmates. The celebration would continue for some time yet, and Slatefoot wanted to soak in her congratulations before heading off to begin the sacred vigil every newly named warrior undertook.
Slatefoot »
cheers scarletdrift up after a disagreement - Dew
The cardinal in her jaws was disappointing to say the least. Scrawny and almost all bone, it was a stark reminder that leaf-bare was not an easy season to get through. Nevertheless, prey was prey, and Slatefoot wanted the sick cats to at least have something in their stomachs. It wouldn’t be enough for both Scarletdrift and Brightleaf, but perhaps Slatefoot could talk some of her fellow warriors into hunting with her later. Surely Mistleheart would go with her, and Slatefoot could guarantee that Heavy would accompany her. If Bubblingstar wasn’t busy she could see if the leader wanted to stretch his legs and go for a quick hunt. Slatefoot had a wide variety of options - one was bound to be a success.
Ears twitching the young molly could pick up the tail end of what sounded to be scathing words and rushed growls. She paused in her tracks, wondering who it could be. She could clearly hear Scarletdrift’s voice, as raspy as it was with his greencough, but the other voice was an enigma to the warrior. Why couldn’t she place it? And why was some cat arguing with Scarletdrift in the first place? Maybe it was Stormmask, Slatefoot considered. The medicine cat was probably trying to keep the ginger and white tom from leaving his nest. Sick or not, no warrior wanted to be stuck in camp when they felt like they could be providing for their Clanmates. Slatefoot knew the feeling all too well. She had more than enough moons of experience in the medicine cat den under her pelt.
Once the disagreement had died down, Slatefoot continued on her way to Stormmask’s den. Slowly she peered inside, blinking to adjust her eyes to the dim light. Eventually she slipped on inside, quick to find where Scarletdrift lay in his nest, clearly still ruffled from whatever had just transpired.
Gingerly she sat the cardinal down near the sick warrior. ”Hey, Scarletdrift,” she mewed gently as she settled herself down, sitting nearby. ”Everything okay? I was bringing you something to eat when I accidentally heard you and some other cat…” Slatefoot trailed her words off. While she was curious about what had just happened, she also wanted to make it clear that Scarletdrift didn’t have to dive into any details if he wasn’t up for it. Perhaps what had happened had been a private matter. Slatefoot could understand that, but that didn’t stop her from being curious about what had ruffled Scarletdrift’s feathers.
Slatefoot »
a lesson in starclan with stormmask - Sand
Greencough had struck the Clan. Hazy memories of when she had been a kit plagued Slatefoot with each waking, and sleeping, moment. She recalled the sickly heat that had radiated off of her and off of Heavy as they curled up pitifully against one another. Her chest constricted in memory of how hard it had been to breathe some days, how just taking a simple breath had racked her body with coughs and chilled her rattling bones. That sickness had taken two of her Clanmates as well, and as it stood currently, there were two Clanmates with the sickness.
Scarletdrift. A fine warrior, respected and looked up to by a lot. He was a senior warrior, a cat with a multitude of skills that he could pass down to younger generations. Slatefoot had spent some time with him throughout the moons, most notably when he had cheered her up just last moon when she had still been training. Losing him would be like pulling a thorn out without anything to subdue the pain, and Slatefoot wished nothing more than for him to undergo a speedy recovery. Perhaps she’d try and check on him later, or if Stormmask decided it was too risky to get close to the sick cats, she’d at the very least make sure he got something to eat. Sick cats healed quicker with full stomachs.
The second cat to have fallen ill was none other than Slatefoot’s own sister Brightleaf. That scared Slatefoot the most. When yellowcough had attacked the Clan last leaf-bare, Slatefoot had been the only one out of her litter to contract the disease. She knew first paw just how terrible being sick was. She knew exactly how it felt to lay in the medicine cat den for days on end, trying to breathe. The taste of bitter herbs remained on her tongue even now, the spotted molly’s nose wrinkling in distaste. Perhaps Brightleaf could take herbs better than Slatefoot could - maybe Bubblingstar had named her ‘leaf’ for some medicinal reason that went beyond Slatefoot’s own knowledge.
”Do you think Brightleaf and Scarletdrift will be alright? Surely StarClan doesn’t need more warriors right now,” Slatefoot murmured quietly as she padded through the snow covered forest with Stormmask. When she had heard that the medicine cat needed a warrior to accompany her in search of herbs, Slatefoot eagerly volunteered. She’d be damned if she didn’t try and help her sister and Scarletdrift recover, and the only way they could get better was with the help of herbs. It was only a matter of finding fresh ones… Herbs were just as scarce as prey was in this season, but Slatefoot was determined to return to camp with a jawful of herbs.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 18, 2024 21:46:01 GMT -5
Heavy »
hoping dappleswipe doesn't assign her to next patrol & border patrol with bubblingstar - jaybun!
mistleheart - Sapphirejas
& thrushfleck
When Heavy had heard that Brightleaf had been brought into the medicine cat den for further monitoring, panic struck the calico like lightning. Now she wanted nothing more than to stay in camp, wanted nothing more than to rush into Stormmask’s den and demand that she stay at her daughter’s side. If she could take Brightleaf’s sickness and fall ill herself, then Heavy would do so in a heartbeat, but the only thing she could do was continue on with her warrior duties and just hope that Brightleaf healed. Heavy had no doubt in Stormmask’s skills, but the anxiety a mother felt when her kit was ill clung to the molly like a rain-sodden pelt.
Maybe if Dappleswipe kept her in camp today then Heavy could try and visit Brightleaf. If she was spared from a patrol today then she could focus on her daughter and help her heal. Heavy wasn’t a medicine cat, but she had spent so many seasons in that den alongside Icepath and Stormmask that surely she could be of some help…
As if fate wanted to kick her while she was already down, Dappleswipe called Heavy’s name for a border patrol.
The calico’s ears flattened against her head. For a brief moment she could feel herself about to ask the deputy if she could be switched out for some other cat, but she held her tongue. Perhaps if she went on patrol then she could find some herbs or prey to bring back for Brightleaf. And it was just one patrol. It wouldn’t take her all day to secure the border. In fact, she’d more than likely be back before sun-high and then she could go in and check on Stormmask.
Heavy drew in a deep breath, steeling her nerves. She’d be gone for an hour or two and then be right back in camp. She just prayed to whatever was listening that Brightleaf remained stable.
Coming to stand beside Bubblingstar, Mistleheart, and Thrushfleck, Heavy nodded to her patrolmates, letting them know she was ready to head out.
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Snow crunched sharply underneath Heavy’s paws as she followed alongside her patrolmates. Thick fur was fluffed out to protect her from the cold winds that tore through the bare forest. The chill only got worse as Bubblingstar led them closer to the FlowerClan border, Heavy’s nose stinging with each gust of wind. She pressed on, still determined to find a patch of healthy herbs or even signs of prey, and while nothing stood out as she walked, Heavy only halted once the FlowerClan border lay before her.
One look at the creek was enough to tell Heavy that the water was starting to freeze. Rushing Creek gurgled as the current flowed, yet the murmurs and whispers of the water were sluggish, dream-like even. It wouldn’t be long before the creek completely froze over.
She was drawn out of these observations when a familiar scent touched her nose. Heavy perked up, jaws instantly watering when she recognized the musky smell of rabbit on the air. Following the origin of the scent the calico faced toward FlowerClan territory, quickly realizing where the rabbit was.
Her tail lashed, frustration sparking underneath her pelt. The first sign of something helpful for Brightleaf and it was beyond their border. Desperate enough to feed her daughter, Heavy almost suggested that they sneak across and go after the rabbit despite what the code said, but she thought otherwise when fresh FlowerClan scent soon followed. Heavy’s ears twitched in the direction of Bubblingstar. She wondered what he had to say about this predicament.
Heavy »
bonds with stemriver & saves thrushfleck his favorite prey - @ --
Hunting had gone surprisingly well today. The fresh-kill pile was by no means full, and the prey atop it was in no shape to be called plump, but the fact that there was enough prey to feed just about every cat in the Clan for tonight was enough to put a smile on Heavy’s face. Sharing a squirrel with Stemriver, the calico was having a good time for once since hearing about her daughter’s yellowcough. She took a bite of her meal before swiping it over to Stemriver, whiskers twitching as she recalled her days stuck in the medicine cat den, back broken.
”Remember when you first became a warrior? I was so excited for you, only for you to end up in the medicine den with heat exhaustion!” At the time Stemriver’s predicament had been worrisome, but now Heavy looked back on the memory fondly. Seasons ago she had doubted that Stemriver would want to continue spending time with her once he had left the medicine cat den for his various injuries as an apprentice, but those negative thoughts had faded when her good friend had the misfortune to find himself right back into Stormmask’s - and Icepath’s at the time - den. She recalled just how hopeful Stemriver had been about her eventual recovery as well, how he was so sure she’d heal and become a full member of YewClan. Heavy had doubted him at times, but here she was now, fully healed and as much of a member of YewClan as Stemriver himself was.
The gray tom’s whiskers twitched against the squirrel as he pulled off a chunk of meat. ”Hard to believe I could get hurt by the heat, it’s not like I have thick fur or anything,” Stemriver commented sarcastically yet good-natured, laughter a clear undertone to his words.
Heavy smiled, glad to be spending time with Stemriver once more. Things had gotten a little awkward between them after she had announced to the Clan that she was expecting kits - Stemriver’s kits - but the two were growing close again, and Heavy wouldn’t have it any other way. Stemriver could be abrasive and arrogant at times, sure, but underneath that was a passionate and caring tom. Heavy was glad to be able to call him a friend, and perhaps she could call him something more if things continued on as they were. ”At least you’re fine in this weather. Leaf-bare just got here and it’s already cold enough to freeze my whiskers!”
”It’s bound to be colder for the cats on patrol right now. Can’t say I envy them,” Stemriver mewed, pawing what remained of the squirrel back to Heavy.
As she took the squirrel her mind wandered to Thrushfleck. He had gone on patrol some time ago, yet neither he nor his patrolmates had made it back yet. Heavy glanced up; the sun was sinking lower and lower, long shadows stretching across camp like blackened claws. Hopefully everything was okay on his patrol. The last thing Heavy needed was another sick kit, or worse.
Not wanting to fuel those thoughts, Heavy looked toward the fresh-kill pile, perking up when she noticed Thrushfleck’s favorite prey laying there among the rest of the carcasses. She got to her paws to quickly grab the tiny morsel, laying it down next to her and Stemriver. ”I think I’ll save this for when Thrushfleck gets back. It’s his favorite, and I’m sure he’ll be starved by the time he comes back,” she explained to Stemriver, purring happily as she thought about her son and all the hard work he was doing for his Clan. Heavy couldn’t be prouder. |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Mar 19, 2024 2:26:57 GMT -5
 Mistleheart (spars with Stemriver) Mistleheart had been becoming fast friends with the newly named warrior, Slatefoot. At her warrior ceremony, she cried out her new name the loudest of any cat, for her friend... Mistleheart was so proud of the dark gray and white she-cat, as she knew she would become a warrior one day. Now, Mistleheart has been missing the smell of milk coming from the nursery. There was no one sleeping in there now, as there is no kits. The white and gray she-cat wished the Clan would welcome in new kits. " Let's get past this leaf-bare first" thought Mistleheart. " No kit should experience the harshness of leaf-bare after they are born." Indeed, Mistleheart's second leaf-bare, that has only started this moon has not started well. The senior warrior, Scarletdrift has gotten greencough, and Brightleaf has gotten even worse, the dreaded yellowcough! They are now both stuck in the medicine cat den, with the medicine cat, Stormmask tending to them. Mistleheart felt as if the worse of leaf-bare has yet to come, dread was filling every vein in her body. " What if everyone get sick?! What if someone died?!" Thought the young warrior, terrified for her Clanmates that she swore to protect from her warrior ceremony moons ago, The immunity systems of Mistleheart's Clanmates has already been weakened, by sickness, and by hunger from the lack of prey in the woods. She knew that if badgers, or rogues attacked the camp, YewClan would be in great danger! Mistleheart sought the help of Stemriver, a great warrior of YewClan, to get stronger so she can defend the Clan from outside threats. Mistleheart walked outside of the overcrowded warrior's den to find Stemriver. She found him eating a skinny shrew from the fresh-kill pile. " Great StarClan, there is not much meat on this prey!" She heard him exclaim, as he ate up the rest of the shrew. Mistleheart watched as he buried the bones in the soil just outside camp. " Stemriver" meowed Mistleheart. " May I speak with you?" The gray and white tom turned his head to see Mistleheart. He fazed into her yellow eyes. " Why, of course Mistleheart." Meowed Stemriver. " What favour could I do for you?" " I would like to spar with you." Mewed Mistleheart excitedly. " I need to get stronger just incase something attack YewClan's camp in leaf-bare!" Mistleheart saw Stemriver's ears perked up. " Of course, I would love to spar with you!" Beamed Stemriver. " I would love to help a young warrior get stronger like you!" Stemriver asked Mistleheart to follow him to the training grounds of YewClan. They stood in opposite sides of the ground, Mistleheart gazing fiercly into his green eyes. The white and gray she-cat's claws accidently slid out. " Remember Mistleheart." Meowed Stemriver calmly " Claws sheathed. Warriors should always live by the warrior code." Stemriver signaled the spar to start. Mistleheart made the first move, leaping in the air with her paws outstretched. But Stemriver was quick, and dodged Mistleheart. Mistleheart started charging towards the gray and white tom. But he dodged that move as well, and slid under her belly. He pushed it with his hindpaw, causing the young warrior to fly through the air and hit the ground some distance away! Stemriver got and looked at Mistleheart getting up from the ground, her pelt a bit grazed. " You need to be faster than that to get me" Meowed Stemriver with a swish of a tail. " Even after becoming warriors, cats hone their fighting skills by sparring others." " Got it." panted Mistleheart, listening carefully. She suddenly had a idea pop in her head. " let's continue the spar!" Stemriver was caught off guard by Mistleheart running in circles around him, using her wit and training her speed in the process to make him dizzy. Stemriver's head started spinning, which caused him to collapse on the ground. Mistleheart watched closely at her sparing oppenent and leapt at him. She landed on his back and started biting the air, to immitate sinking her fangs into her oppenent's neck. Stemriver heard the slashing of Mistleheart's fangs, and smiled widely, shakily getting on his paws. Mistleheart got up too, and looked at him. " And that'll be the end of the spar." Panted Stemriver, with his limbs shaking. " Since I'm more exhausted than you, and you used a clever move, and managed to "pierce" into my neck, I denounce you the winner of the spar!" "Wow!" Meowed Mistleheart. " That's great!" " You are a great warrior, even though you are younger and not as experience than me!" Beamed Stemriver. "You used your wit to defeat me, in turn training your speed. Keep it up, and you will be able to fight well in a rogue invasion!" Mistleheart smiled at Stemriver, before heading with him to the medicine cat den, to get treated for her grazes and cuts.
OOC: This is my longest reply yet, due to me controlling two cats at once (Stemriver is unclaimed) |
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Post by Dew on Mar 19, 2024 15:51:57 GMT -5
Scarletdrift / with Slatepaw - Feathertalon
Scarletdrift had wanted to leave the medicine den. He just wanted to stretch his legs! Maybe get something from the fresh-kill pile. But Stormmask had said no. She said she didn't want him to touch any of the prey so he wouldn't infect it or anything like that. So he sat down, and did... nothing. For a few seconds. Then, Statefoot entered, with prey in her jaws! Sure, it was thin and bony, but what else to expect during leafbare? "Thank you Slatepaw!" He said, taking a bit of the cardinal.
"Oh, it was nothing. I just wanted to go out and get something from the fresh-kill pile but Stormmask said she didn't want me to 'contaminate it'."
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really surprised to see slatepaw hasn't been made a warrior yet
I hope you get better soon! 
