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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 19, 2024 17:16:49 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
So it had been Stormmask that Slatefoot overheard disagreeing with Scarletdrift. That made sense. Of course the medicine cat would want the sick warrior to rest and stay away from his healthy Clanmates just in case he spread the sickness. Stormmask's arguing wasn't coming from a place of anger, just concern. It had to be hard being the only medicine cat in the Clan, especially during leaf-bare. For both the Clan's and Stormmask's sake, Slatefoot hoped no other cat fell ill.
While she understood Stormmask's side of the argument, she also completely understood Scarletdrift's reasoning. Slatefoot had been in Scarletdrift's exact position last leaf-bare, though she had been a kit rather than a warrior.
That realization had Slatefoot pausing for a moment; last leaf-bare she had been a kit, and now she was a warrior.
Time really did fly by, didn't it?
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Slatefoot continued to pay attention to the senior warrior. "Being stuck in the medicine cat den sucks, but," she purred, flashing a happy smile at Scarletdrift, "if you ever want prey while you're still here, just let me know and I'll get you something! I had yellowcough last leaf-bare, so I know that only the best prey heals a cat quicker." Prey wasn't at its best during this season, but Slatefoot would make sure Scarletdrift got something good to eat. She'd also make sure to bring Brightleaf a good piece of prey as well; her sister's healing process was just as important to Slatefoot as Scarletdrift's was.
A question then popped into the young molly's mind. "What's your favorite prey?" She knew what Brightleaf liked to eat the most, but she wasn't sure what Scarletdrift preferred. If she knew then she had no problem to go out of her way and make sure she hunted that particular prey animal for the sick tomcat. |
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Post by lazzylake on Mar 19, 2024 23:08:31 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
Patrol: Hunting with Spottedfur and Stemriver
The struggle for survival had never been more cruel than in the dead of leaf-bare. Dappleswipe grimly trotted along the parameters with Spottedfur, and her former apprentice Stemriver at her side. She desperately wished she could've brought more cats along, but alas, a bout of greencough had struck already. And the sickness had been contracted by one of the eldest and youngest warriors respecticely. Suffice to say, YewClan needed all the fresh-kill they could get their paws on to stay healthy. And through their efforts they found nothing. All the fresh tracks and scents were overshadowed by snow, and the harsh, frigid wind stung Dappleswipe's nose, masking her scent of smell. As much as she hated leaving a patrol unsuccessful, she considered turning back for the good of her clanmate's health. Stormmask did not need more warriors coming into her den to be checked for frostbite. As if to answer her fresh-kill desires, the black and ginger deputy heard a loud rustling sound. She flicked her now scarred tail, ordering her patrol to follow behind to the nearest cover. Through the crevices of the brush they sheltered in, the tortoiseshell could make out flashes of striking ginger amidst the snow, followed by an acrid scent and a squeal. The stench of fox made her tongue curl with disgust, and from the sound of it, they found their newest meal and were shaking it vigorously. A quiet growl snuck through Dappleswipe's clenched teeth. "That groundhog should've been ours for the taking." Keeping her voice dangerously low, the deputy instructed the two gray warriors on how she wanted to handle the situation. "Maybe the fox will drop their catch through a show of strength. It's risky, but we have to take it if we don't want to come back empty."[
tags: Sandooc: (There we go! Took a bit longer than usual! Brownie a couple more questions for you then I'll leave you alone (hopefully lol) I need one more image code for the current Dappleswipe sprite since she has a scar at her (tail?) now. could you also tag me in Dappleswipe's section for the moon updates? If still goes to SapphireJas and it's been that way since I changed her. Not trying to sound pushy just do these she you can!) |
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Post by Brownie on Mar 19, 2024 23:15:59 GMT -5
lazzylake not pushy and not a bother at all! The reason I don't have any claims is so that I can be fully available to moderate and manage all the behind the scenes of the Clan; it is my job to provide any and all resources yall need to have fun. Please don't hesitate to ping and ask for anything~ (this goes for anyone here too!) Here's big Dappleswipe + frostbite [img]https://i.imgur.com/o2xExBN.png[/img]and the ping will be updated next moon! As will the front page, now that all the apprentices are named~ ]]
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Post by Sand on Mar 20, 2024 10:28:52 GMT -5
[ sorry for the lateness of my replies. ]  Stormmask : a lesson about StarClan - with Slatefoot
Leafbare always made Stormmask feel uneasy and stressed. She tried to not let the outbreak of greencough get to her, but sometimes it wore heavy on the grey tabby's shoulders. Today, it seemed that would be the case. The chilly air caused Stormmask to fluff her short pelt up despite it not helping too much. For now, she needed to focus on finding herbs for Scarletdrift and Brightleaf. Both had cases of greencough and the medicine cat knew how colds worked in YewClan. Last leafbare, they had lost two clanmates to it-- one being Icepath, her devoted mentor. She didn’t have the strength to fight off yellowcough which pierced her lungs with a horrific cough and sent her body into dreadful chills. Stormmask herself had gotten sick too at the same time. Now with it being the season of greencough, she couldn’t help but think of Icepath and Deerleaf.
Next to Stormmask was Slatefoot, a newly named warrior who had survived yellowcough last leafbare as well. Surely she was just as worried about Scarletdrift and Brightleaf as the medicine cat was. She could only imagine the memories of being so ill that it stuck into one’s mind. For the dusky grey tabby, it was watching Icepath’s condition deteriorate so fast that she became grief stricken. It was bittersweet to relive her beloved mentor’s death, whose life was taken away so quickly. Maybe StarClan had a reason for it after all this time.
As they padded through the snow covered forest, the medicine cat was mostly quiet. She was thinking a lot about the herbs she and Slatefoot would need to gather. She was glad that the dark grey and white she-cat had volunteered to escort her. In times like this, Stormmask didn’t want to be alone. Having someone to accompany her was always welcomed. Slatefoot’s murmur caught her attention immediately, her dark ears twitching at the sound of the warrior’s voice.
Slatefoot’s question was one that Stormmask didn’t like to ponder about, although it did bring forward some thoughts. As faithful as she was, the medicine cat paused momentarily to think. She certainly didn’t want StarClan to take Scarletdrift and Brightleaf now– the clan needed and cherished both of them. "I would like to believe that StarClan has enough warriors in its ranks," she mewed as she began padding forward again. "But StarClan will take and give what they can. I don’t have any say in their decision."
Stormmask’s words may have cut like an unsheathed claw, but it was what she believed. She didn’t know what StarClan’s plan was for this leafbare. Despite the few moons of them whispering delicately in her ear, she had yet to figure out the message. It plagued her with worry as if she was no longer any good for their ancestors. "Tell me, Slatefoot. What do you think of StarClan? I know your mother was a former loner, but do you believe in them?" she asked gently, assuming that she wasn’t being too forward. She gazed at the warrior briefly, silently hoping that she would answer Stormmask’s question.
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Post by Sand on Mar 20, 2024 11:10:43 GMT -5
 Spottedfur : hunting with Dappleswipe & Stemriver
Spottedfur hurried after Dappleswipe, knowing that leafbare had just struck YewClan with two new cases of greencough. They were the first of the season and it worried Spottedfur so much that he was willing to do anything to catch prey. Scarletdrift and Brightleaf needed their prey and herbs sooner than later. A full stomach was much more beneficial when ill, especially with an infectious cold like greencough.
As the three cats split up to hunt, the silver speckled tom was becoming reckless. He couldn't find any prey that wasn't hiding or already gone. It was as if all of the mice and birds chose to leave YewClan's territory for leafbare and didn't dare to come back until newleaf. Out of frustration, he pushed some snow into an empty rabbit burrow. The snow and shivering winds had masked every scent for him and it appeared it did the same for Dappleswipe too. He didn't want to turn back to camp empty-pawed, especially at a time like this.
He was only a fox length away from Dappleswipe, who flicked her scarred tail towards him and Stemriver. She must have found some prey! he thought, surging after the deputy with hope. He hid behind the nearest bush, making sure not to brush against it. The bright ginger pelt of a fox came into view, carrying a groundhog in its jaws. The squeal made it much more obvious that the fox had a successful kill. Spottedfur's nose wrinkled with disgust due to the predator's scent.
The grey speckled tom kept his mouth closed, no matter how much he wanted to open it and howl at the fox. The patrol had a chance here as Dappleswipe had suggested. Although he did not agree with the deputy often on risky patrols, Spottedfur nodded hastily. "We can't turn back to camp empty pawed. This groundhog is our only chance and I think we should take it," he whispered to both clanmates. "Let's steal the prey from the fox quickly."
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Post by jaybun! on Mar 20, 2024 17:51:03 GMT -5
ooc;; still recovering over here  i am curious though, what does everyone think of bubbling retiring? i think he'd be the type to happily spend some time in the elder's den. BUBBLINGSTAR - Border Patrol with Thrushfleck, Mistleheart, & Heavy. Bubblingstar was sick of leaf-bare already. He'd never held much love for the colder season in the first place, but the constant worry about greencough's touch had soured it entirely. Though he suspected his advanced age these days didn't help matters. The day's chill seeped into his paws with every step, the pads and joints aching and creaking. He didn't like thinking about it, but maybe he was too old to be running around like this. Holding back a sigh, Bubblingstar glanced across the small party of warriors following him. The border with Flowerclan hopefully wouldn't need much touching up; assuming the rival clan had the good sense to stay on their side. Hopefully he could be back in his den before the sun began to dip back toward it's resting place behind the horizon. Of course, fate always had its own plans in mind. The stench of Flowerclan cats hit his nose first, and Bubblingstar bit back a sigh. He was so caught up in dreading the potential of crossing paths with the other patrol; he nearly didn't notice the underlying scent of rabbit. It was close, close enough, he noticed with some begruding interest; it would barely take a few seconds to dip over the border and... He shook his head, shooting a meaningful look back at his own patrol. One rabbit wasn't worth the potential war it could spark. Hadn't he just scolded Slatefoot for the same thing? |
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 20, 2024 20:52:21 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
Every cat in the Clan knew that Slatefoot's mother had been a loner before crossing paths with YewClan. Loners, as far as Slatefoot knew, had no structured religion. Most probably didn't believe in an afterlife, and while that wasn't a bad thing, Slatefoot couldn't imagine not having a clue where she'd end up after death. Knowing that StarClan was there, knowing that the stars were ready for her when her time came, gave the molly a genuine sense of comfort she couldn't get from anything else.
Besides, if she didn't believe in StarClan, how would she get her nine lives once she became leader?
Slatefoot kept this thought to herself. Right now wasn't the time to bring up her ambitions toward leadership, and instead she needed to focus on the spirituality of StarClan and how they guided the living in their mysterious ways. If she didn’t understand the true importance of StarClan then would she even be qualified to be leader? Slatefoot would never have a relationship with the ancestors like Stormmask did, but trying to understand and respect that connection was important.
While there was a pause between the question and Slatefoot’s response, the spotted warrior was resolute in her belief. ”I do believe in StarClan,” she told the medicine cat with conviction in her words. Slatefoot had never had a reason to not believe in StarClan. Despite her mother’s upbringing and loner background, Heavy had never pushed her kits into thinking StarClan was fake. The calico had always told her kits to believe in what they wanted no matter what other cats might say to them. Slatefoot appreciated her mother’s open-mindness about Clan religion and to stick up for what you believed in, but she would never truly understand denying StarClan’s existence. Perhaps that’s how Heavy felt - not understanding how a cat could believe in such a thing.
A sharp gust of wind streamed through the air, bringing snow with it. Slatefoot fluffed out her pelt, thankful for her thick fur. She didn’t have a pelt quite as long as her mother and siblings did, but she had thicker fur than Stormmask did. Slatefoot could only imagine how cold the medicine cat was.
Padding closer to Stormmask to offer some sort of buffer between the wind and the healer, Slatefoot mewed, ”I know I’ll never have a connection as strong as you do with StarClan, but if there’s anything you could teach me about them, I’m all ears.” She flashed a genuine smile toward Stormmask, purring even despite the harsh weather and worry that festered inside her over Scarletdrift and Brightleaf. Slatefoot could only wonder how much Stormmask could even explain to her about the starry warriors in the sky, but as Slatefoot had said, she was all ears. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 20, 2024 20:52:57 GMT -5
ooc;; still recovering over here i am curious though, what does everyone think of bubbling retiring? i think he'd be the type to happily spend some time in the elder's den. O: i think that would be really interesting! it's not all that common to see a leader retire form the position |
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Post by jaybun! on Mar 20, 2024 20:54:43 GMT -5
yeah i've always wondered about seeing it happen!
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Post by lazzylake on Mar 21, 2024 14:27:49 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
PatrolHunting with Spottedfur and Stemriver
Dappleswipe returned Spottedfur's brief nod, pleased to know a warrior older than her agreed. "With enough luck, we could have a whole fox to carry to camp too!" Stemriver joked, but there was a growl in his voice, and every inch of him bristled with anticipation. A rush of admiration flowed through Dappleswipe as she saw her former student, now grown and having their own apprentice, Brightleaf, become a warrior. He's probably thinking of getting the biggest prey for Brightleaf in the medicine den… I taught him well.
"Good. Now, both of you, follow my lead. We're going to scare the fox away." After she uttered the warning, she exploded from the brush, growl rising to a screech. The fox yelped back in surprise, but still watched the display of authority. Stemriver leapt forward, slicing his claws through the air, as if to say, you want a piece of this?
Too late she realized the fox was growing uncomfortable, but the prey was still clamped hard in its jaws. The canine had enough sense to know they were outnumbered to provoke a fight, but were also too stubborn to drop the food that was rightfully YewClan’s. A second later, it's nerve broke and dashed off, fading to nothing but a speck in the white landscape.
Stemriver was the first to speak in the stunned silence that followed. "Fox-dung!," he cursed, teeth still bared in a snarl. Once he relaxed, the young gray tom added to Dappleswipe, "Should we move on? We should at least find something to bring back."
"No." Came Dappleswipe's answer, swift but reluctant. "We've already made a lot of noise. I'm sure any prey that was here's hiding now." Feeling dejected, the deputy turned to Spottedfur, expression hollow. Another fruitless hunt for us… "Let's go back to camp."
ooc: (Edited for formatting mistakes since I was in a rush. I think I can get a relationship pip with her up before next moon) |
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Post by Brownie on Mar 21, 2024 14:46:05 GMT -5
x - Moon 34 - x
mid leaf bare; snowy
Clan Events: Betony went bad and needs to be replaced
PATROL MODIFIERS: +3 ANTAGONIZE [DOG SPOTTED] Wonders if StarClan is speaking with Stormmask Major Events Event: Bubblingstar saved Stormmask from a dog, but broke a bone in the process. Patrol: None Relationships - Is impressed by Heavy's fighting skills (++)
- Enjoys Stormmask's company (++) with none
Event : None
Choice : None
Outcome : None
Is devising a teaching strategy for a new skill Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Surprises Mistleheart with something nice (+) with Stormmask
Event : Quiet
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's the middle of leaf-bare and they don't find much. Dappleswipe is quiet the entire time, distracted by something, and Stormmask tries her best to find herbs but is unsuccessful. Is checking up on all the warriors Major Events Event: Stormmask's runny nose is gone Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Accidentally calls Brightleaf her apprentice name (-)
with Dappleswipe
Event : Quiet
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's the middle of leaf-bare and they don't find much. Dappleswipe is quiet the entire time, distracted by something, and Stormmask tries her best to find herbs but is unsuccessful. Wants to get to know Thrushfleck better Patrol: Border Relationships - Argues with Mistleheart (-)
- Says something petty to Heavy (--)
- Says hello to Stemriver with Stemriver, Heavy, Thrushfleck
Event : FlowerClan tresspasser!
Choice : Antagonize
Outcome : The scent is old, the trespasser long gone, but YewClan can still retaliate. Spottedfur leads the way and the patrol marks another few treelengths for YewClan, ruining the border lines with their own mixed scent. Major Events Event: No longer has greencough Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Wishes he was as calm and put together as Stormmask (-)
- Has a long conversation with Stormmask and is surprised that Stormmask's life is more challenging than he thought it was (++)
with Mistleheart, Slatefoot
Event : A burrow
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The burrow is empty, with a faint tang of sickness. Whatever hid here is long gone and checking the burrow was a waste of every cat's time. Is sparring with some clanmates Patrol: Border Relationships - Is jealous that Scarletdrift interrupted Bubblingstar's attention away from their conversation (-)
- Wants to spend more time with Stemriver (++)
- Sneaks out to sleep in Stemriver's nest (++)
- Has a meal with Spottedfur and Brightleaf
with Thrushfleck, Stemriver, Spottedfur
Event : FlowerClan tresspasser
Choice : Antagonize
Outcome : The scent is old, the trespasser long gone, but YewClan can still retaliate. Spottedfur leads the way and the patrol marks another few treelengths for YewClan, ruining the border lines with their own mixed scent. Stemriver STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Wonders how Stormmask is doing Patrol: Border Relationships - Appreciates Thrushfleck's company (+) with Spottedfur, Heavy, Thrushfleck
Event : FlowerClan tresspasser
Choice : Antagonize
Outcome : The scent is old, the trespasser long gone, but YewClan can still retaliate. Spottedfur leads the way and the patrol marks another few treelengths for YewClan, ruining the border lines with their own mixed scent. Wants to critique Brightleaf's hunting crouch Patrol: Border Relationships - Jokes around with Spottedfur (++)
with Slatefoot, Scarletdrift
Event : A strange burrow
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The burrow is empty, with a faint tang of sickness. Whatever hid here is long gone and checking the burrow was a waste of every cat's time. Thrushfleck STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Dislikes the choice of prey today Patrol: Border Relationships - Covers for Brightleaf about something minor (+)
with Heavy, Stemriver, Spottedfur
Event : FlowerClan tresspasser
Choice : Antagonize
Outcome : The scent is old, the trespasser long gone, but YewClan can still retaliate. Spottedfur leads the way and the patrol marks another few treelengths for YewClan, ruining the border lines with their own mixed scent. Needs a bit of time alone today Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Thrushfleck is being a bit annoying (--)
- Shares a meal with Mistleheart and Dappleswipe
with Mistleheart, Scarletdrift
Event : A burrow
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The burrow is empty, with a faint tang of sickness. Whatever hid here is long gone and checking the burrow was a waste of every cat's time. Brightleaf STATUS: SICK! YELLOWCOUGH || Dew Is enjoying her prey Major Events Event: Is sick with Yellowcough Patrol: None Relationships - Is surprised to hear Bubblingstar express an ideal she agrees with (++)
with none
Event : None
Choice : None
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 21, 2024 18:05:15 GMT -5
[ poor bubbling ;; back with a broken bone</3
I’ll try getting my prompts up at some point, but i will be pretty busy this weekend so i may not be able to get my stuff up for this moon and i apologize if that ends up being the case ;; ]
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Post by Sapphirejas on Mar 21, 2024 18:34:27 GMT -5
I'm really sorry about not getting the patrol prompt up yesterday, I was engrossed in the new Stardew Valley update...  |
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Post by jaybun! on Mar 21, 2024 18:34:32 GMT -5
GIRL AGAIN? bubbling you have got to stop fighting dogs for storm buddy you should be at the early bird special
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Post by Sand on Mar 21, 2024 18:46:15 GMT -5
( how many times is Bubbling going to risk his life? 😭
looks like YewClan was trying to antagonize FlowerClan a lot this moon.
I’ll try to get patrols up tomorrow evening if I don’t end up going out. )
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 21, 2024 20:39:24 GMT -5
[ sorry for the crappy border patrol posts, but i wanted to try and get something up for this moon! i'll try to get scenes up for the relationship pips tomorrow if possible ;w; ] Heavy »
flowerclan trespasser with spottedfur - Sand
thrushfleck - @ --
& stemriver - @ --
Heavy parted her jaws to draw in the scents around them as the patrol neared the border YewClan shared with FlowerClan. For as long as the calico had been part of YewClan, they had never been friendly with the cats across the stream. She had no idea why the hostility had started - perhaps it had always been there - but what she knew for sure was that they weren’t on civil terms. It was imperative to check every border with every Clan, but FlowerClan especially. With snow on the ground and prey scarce, it wouldn’t take much for hostile conditions to worsen, and the last thing YewClan needed was a skirmish that ended up with more cats in Stormmask’s den. Scarletdrift may have recovered from his cough, but Brightleaf was still ill inside the medicine cat den. Heavy’s heart ached at the thought of her daughter still cooped up inside camp with an unshakeable cough. Her daughter was strong, she kept reminding herself, and surely she would recover soon.
A sudden grassy aroma washed over Heavy’s scent glands. It was the seedy, green scent of meadow vegetation, the unmistakable tang of a FlowerClan cat. Whether it was warrior, apprentice, tom, or molly, Heavy could not tell, but she knew for a fact that a cat had crossed the border for some reason or another. Her tail lashed, claws unsheathing out of instinct. The scent was clearly old, the trail made the day before or even longer than that, but it was there. Had the YewClan border patrol arrived sooner then they might have even spotted pawsteps in the snow, but more snow had fallen overnight. Tracking anything with fresh snow cover would be impossible.
Turning to the most senior warrior on patrol - who happened to be Spottedfur - Heavy looked to him for guidance on what their next move should be.
Slatefoot »
Slatefoot was determined to find prey even if the snow blanketed the ground in thick piles, so when the spotted warrior noticed the telltale signs of a burrow underneath the snow, she was the first to dart forward and investigate.
There were no true clear signs of an animal leaving or returning to the burrow, but from where Slatefoot was standing it didn’t seem like a completely abandoned patch of land. Or maybe she was just getting her hopes up and not logically thinking - Brightleaf was still sick and needed to eat more than any other cat, and Bubblingstar needed food as well, especially after heroically putting his life on the line for Stormmask when a dog ventured onto Clan territory. The leader was now healing from a broken bone in his den, and while he wasn’t sick, Slatefoot was going to see to it that her leader and former mentor could relax comfortably with a full stomach. The burrow lay just underneath the cover of a large white pine, the evergreen tree sheltering the burrow’s entrance from most of the snowfall which made it appear as if something had been stirring around to keep the area clean. Slatefoot wasn’t putting that into consideration; she wanted to simply believe that something lived inside.
She sniffed around, hoping to find an inkling of fresh scent, but she stepped back disappointed, when all she had gathered was the faintest stench of a sick animal. Slatefoot’s nose curled. The bitter tang was old, but still pungent enough to make her skin crawl. Sickness had been too prominent in her life. Slatefoot would never be able to forget what disease smelled like.
”It’s empty,” she reported back to Mistleheart and Scarletdrift with disappointment in her words. ”Whatever lived there must have been sick.” It could have even died if the animal didn’t have the proper care. As far as Slatefoot knew, other creatures didn’t have a healer to take care of them when they were feeling under the weather. It was a little sad to think about, knowing that woodland animals suffered when they were ill, but the sad part about this burrow discovery was that there was no prey to be found. They had wasted good hunting time to check out this dead end. |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Mar 23, 2024 2:25:42 GMT -5
 Feathertalon , Dew Mistleheart (on hunting patrol with Scarletdrift and Slatefoot) Mistleheart was very worried for her Clan! She heard the news that Bubblingstar fought a dog to save Stormmask but has broken a bone. Now he is stuck in the medicine cat, getting herbs for his broken bone. Will he lose a life due to his broken bone?! Also, had he lost a life before, when he suddenly became subdued and tired?! The white and gray she-cat tried to get an answer from the old leader by asking him indirectly, but he wasn't willing to give any specific information on what happened to him. " Well, he has a right to keep these things to himself" thought Mistleheart. Also, this moon, Scarletdrift healed from his greencough! This lifted the young warrior's spirits, and made her more cheerful in this leaf-bare. This leaf-bare hasn't been nearly as bad as the last one; less cats are sick, and nobody has died, and this made Mistleheart feel much lighter like a feather, and less heavy like a stone. Though, Mistleheart heard the news of the rising tensions between YewClan and FlowerClan, and it unsettles the she-cat. What if a war broke out between YewClan and FlowerClan?! She couldn't bear to think what would happen if FlowerClan declared war on YewClan. Mistleheart must focus on this sunrise's task, going hunting with the senior warrior Scarletdrift, and her friend, Slatefoot. The patrol stopped in front of a burrow with a stale scent. Slatefoot stepped forward and poked her head inside, and sniffed the burrow, but stepped back, ear's flattened and fur rised. She looked if she stepped on some crowfood! " It is empty" Mistleheart heard the dark gray and white warrior say. " Whatever lived in there must have been sick." Mistleheart gazed as Slatefoot stood there motionlessly, looking a bit sad. Mistleheart approached her friend with her tail high in the air. " Don't be sad, Slatefoot" purred Mistleheart. " I think the sick animal joined it's own starry ancestors when it died - the good thing that it is no longer in pain." Mistleheart stood back, looking at both Slatefoot and Scarletdrift at the same time. " Slatefoot, Scarletdrift let's go hunting somewhere else." Meowed Mistleheart " I know prey is very scarce, but hopefully there are more hiding in the snow. And we really need fresh-kill to make it through the rest of the leaf-bare."
Sand Mistleheart (Jokes around with Spottedfur ++) Mistleheart got on her paws in the warrior's den to tell a joke to Spottedfur, her former mentor. She had no warrior duties for the sunrise, and was feeling a bit bored, and Spottedfur was in the warrior's den with her, grooming himself next to his nest. Mistleheart was feeling playful, like if she was still a kit. The nicer leaf-bare has lifted her spirits this moon. The white and gray warrior padded up to Spottedfur and spoke. " Hello Spottedfur, I see you are busy grooming yourself. But I would like to spend time with you! You see, I was laid off warrior duties for the sunrise." " Oh" meowed Mistleheart joyfully " And what do you call a deer that can't see?"
OOC: Sorry for not being super active lately! I've been very busy lately, both with university - lots of work to do, and with playing with the new Stardew Valley 1.6 update! I'll try to be more active, but I can't promise anyone. I'll try to get a reply up when someone tags me in their reply, or on the day the new moon drops, Monday, Tuesday for me though, lol XD. I live in a very different time zone than Brownie! |
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Post by Sand on Mar 23, 2024 12:01:51 GMT -5
Spottedfur : trespasser - border patrol with Heavy, Thrushfleck & Stemriver
With a full patrol, Spottedfur was confident that they would do fine against any incoming skirmishes from FlowerClan. The horrid stench, however, which crossed their border line caused him to wrinkle his nose in disgust. The scent wasn’t fresh by all means, but it still meant that YewClan could have caught the perpetrator. He wondered if any patrol had come by yesterday and noticed snowy pawsteps, but he would have to ask their clanmates back in camp.
The fact that a FlowerClan cat had moved the border line left Spottedfur feeling uneasy. The clan had always been at odds with FlowerClan which wasn’t much of a surprise though he wondered… Why did they choose to move the border in the dead of leafbare? The speckled tom glanced at his fellow clanmates, his gaze meeting Heavy’s. She was turned towards him, asking for guidance. The senior warrior paused, sniffing the air once more. "They moved the border, didn’t they?" he mewed rhetorically, fury flashing in his silver eyes. "It’s a bold but cowardly move. I’m surprised that they did it without one of us being present."
The silver tom glanced at the border, then exchanged a look with each clanmate. "It’s risky, but I want to move the border a few tree lengths," Spottedfur explained, hoping that Heavy and the others would support his decision. ”We have a chance to retaliate and show them that we aren’t weak. This is our best opportunity.”
Spottedfur wasn’t going to wait for Thrushfleck or Stemriver to interject. He preferred to hear from Heavy as she was older than the other two toms. He padded over to the new spot where Spottedfur wanted to mark the border line from. He then flicked his tail across to show where the border would lie. "We can mark the new border line from here. We will gain a few tree lengths of territory," he added.
It was a few tree lengths over FlowerClan’s territory which meant their hostile enemies would not be pleased. But Spottedfur was tired of being complacent with FlowerClan. YewClan desperately needed a win and they were going to get one by changing the borders on the disgusting FlowerClan cats. If they could do it to YewClan, he would proudly do it to the FlowerClan cats too. He quickly marked the new border, keeping his gaze on the new treeline. Thrushfleck and Stemriver followed suit, marking the border like Spottedfur did. "Let’s head home. We can update Bubblingstar and Dappleswipe once we get there," he meowed, holding his head high.
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Stormmask : herb gathering with Dappleswipe
Stormmask’s patrol last moon with Slatefoot was successful– the amount of lungwort they had found cured Scarletdrift’s greencough. However, Brightleaf was still ill with yellowcough now. It concerned the medicine cat that the newly named warrior, who she had called Brightpaw earlier that day, was not getting better. Her rattling cough shook the inside of Stormmask’s den all day and night long. Hopefully she and Dappleswipe would find some betony which needed to be replaced. The medicine cat still needed more herbs. While padding through the snow covered territory, the grey tabby turned to look at her companion. Dappleswipe had yet to say a single word which seemed odd to Stormmask. If the deputy preferred quiet, then she would oblige. After all, she was to listen to Dappleswipe’s orders when she wasn’t in charge. Yet the deputy’s behavior itched at her short pelt. "Are you okay, Dappleswipe?" she asked, glancing in her direction. "You have been awfully quiet."
As she brought her nose up to scent the air, Stormmask broke off suddenly from Dappleswipe to search for herbs. She wasn’t far from the tortoiseshell, so if she needed her, she knew where to find her. The medicine cat was sure she had found a living patch of catmint. Her copper eyes grew wide when she carefully pulled a dead oak leaf off of the catmint. It had already been picked much to Stormmask’s dismay. Foxdung! She let out a hiss of frustration, her head hanging low. She wasn’t done yet– maybe there was another spot with living herbs. Try as she might, Stormmask couldn’t find any herbs that were fruitful. The grey tabby was beyond frustrated with her unsuccessful patrol. How could she heal the cats of YewClan without any herbs?
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Post by Dew on Mar 23, 2024 16:36:34 GMT -5
 Scarletdrift - Hunting Patrol (A Burrow) - With Slatefoot (Feathertalon ) and Mistleheart (Sapphirejas )
Scarletdrift was happy to get up and stretch his legs. Last moon, he had been stuck in the medicine den, getting greencough. This was the second leafbare he had been sick, but luckily, he hadn't been as long sick as long this time. Now, they were hunting, trying to find some prey in the thick snow. Scarletdrift shivered, snow falling on his pelt from the tree above. Poor Brightleaf was still sick, so Slatefoot must want to get her something good to eat. He rembered last moon, when the Black and White she-cat had brought him prey, and chatted with him for a while. The aproched a rabbit's burrow, and Scarletdrift stayed behind with Mistleheart while Slatefoot went to investigate. ”It’s empty, whatever lived there must have been sick.” Slatefoot said, disappointment sharpening her tone. "Slatefoot, Scarletdrift let's go hunting somewhere else." Meowed Mistleheart "I know prey is very scarce, but hopefully there are more hiding in the snow. And we really need fresh-kill to make it through the rest of the leaf-bare." Mistleheart suggested. "We could look, but I doubt we will be able to find anything in this weather" Scarletdrift offered, flicking his tail at the snow-covered landscape around them.
Brightleaf - Enjoys her Prey and Is surprised to hear Bubblingstar express an ideal she agrees with (++) - With Bubblingstar (jaybun!)
Brightleaf took a bite of her mouse, relishing the sweet taste of prey on her tongue. Anything that she ate these days was much appreciated, with Leafbare keeping most of the prey in hiding. Bubblingstar was in the nest across from her, suffering from a broken bone. Apparently he saved Stormmask from a dog a few days ago, getting horribly injured from it. She liked the older leader, but some of his ideas were a bit old fashioned for her. "Hey Bubblingstar, how are you doing? I don't mean to be rude or anything, but how do you lead your clan when your stuck in this den all the time?"
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Post by lazzylake on Mar 25, 2024 14:16:26 GMT -5
(I legitimately forgot it was moon day today.
I've been hyperfixating on a book and have been doing nothing but read in my spare time!! I've been slacking in my rp replies and need to catch up.
I do want to wrap up for Dappleswipe's patrol with Stormmask since I really want to include her feelings towards Bubblingstar's injury but I don't know if I can get it out today.)
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Post by Brownie on Mar 25, 2024 14:59:07 GMT -5
@ yall
I don't mind skipping the moon day and giving an extra bit of time for yall, since it seems like it was a busy week for everyone ^^ ]]
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Post by lazzylake on Mar 25, 2024 15:32:08 GMT -5
(That would be beneficial! I should have something up tomorrow at the latest. If we do skip the moon, could you toggle kits for Dappleswipe on? I don't mind waiting for it though)
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Post by jaybun! on Mar 25, 2024 17:53:25 GMT -5
that'd be coo! i'm still pretty out of it from being sick |
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 25, 2024 18:50:41 GMT -5
[ im also okay with waiting for the next moon. i think im gonna be pretty busy this week too but i'll try to get some replies up for the patrols and whatnot! ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 25, 2024 20:37:08 GMT -5
Heavy »
flowerclan trespasser with spottedfur - Sand
thrushfleck - @ --
& stemriver - @ --
As Spottedfur met her questioning gaze Heavy could see the anger that burned bright in the gray tomcat’s eyes. Despite his own question having an obvious answer, the calico couldn’t stop herself from nodding in confirmation. FlowerClan had indeed moved their border, and for why, Heavy knew not. This was more than likely a power move coming from the other Clan; YewClan and FlowerClan had never been on good terms with one another as far as Heavy knew, but she had yet to witness the neighboring group of cats performing such a hostile act. At least they weren’t outright attacking her Clan, but the fact that a cat had the gall to do something so bold had Heavy’s skin crawling uneasily.
She wasn’t sure exactly how she felt about Spottedfur’s solution to the border problem. On one paw if they scented over the border in retaliation they would be sending a message to YewClan that they were not going to let the other Clan run them over despite the harsh weather, but on the other paw what if YewClan took this as a challenge and accepted it? Cats were sick and they didn’t have that many warriors. If a battle broke out would they even be able to hold their own? Would Stormmask be able to heal all the injuries that came into her den? Heavy knew that the medicine cat was very skilled and was able to work miracles, but even the most skilled of healers lost patients in their care. Heavy swallowed down a lump in her throat. Spottedfur was older than her, a senior warrior. He was respected and revered by many. If he wanted to move the border then who was she to challenge his decision?
Following where he had pointed with his tail, Heavy made her way over and began rubbing her body against the bare bushes and tree trunks that dappled the area. ”When was the last time YewClan did anything like this?” She asked Spottedfur as the tom marked the new border as well. Heavy knew the two Clans had been enemies since she had been brought in seasons ago, but in all her time as a YewClanner there had never been a battle. YewClan had never made such a bold move, though it was clear that the silent animosity was now becoming loud and clear.
Once she had marked a good amount of territory, the calico padded back over to Spottedfur. Thrushfleck and Stemriver had already joined the dappled tomcat. ”What do you think they’ll say about this?” Heavy asked, motioning with her head toward the two new borders. It was no secret that Bubblingstar was growing older with each moon. Would the elderly leader want to risk war? It didn’t seem likely that he would, but Spottedfur knew the leader better than Heavy did.
Slatefoot »
Slatefoot’s mouth twisted in disappointment as she stepped away from the hollow. Her tail lashed, not only disappointed, but frustrated that the burrow had offered nothing in return for the time wasted to even check the area out. Brightleaf needed prey if she were to get better, and Slatefoot wanted to make sure her littermate got everything she needed. If her sister’s yellowcough got worse because she wasn’t able to eat a proper meal…
Don’t think about that, the young molly snapped to herself inwardly. If she were to track down any prey and catch it successfully she needed to focus on the task at paw. A true warrior didn’t let their grief hold them down. A true warrior kept their head held high and continued on to do what was best for their entire Clan. If she were to ever be a good leader then she needed to keep this in mind. A leader couldn’t stop and let disappointment run their life.
For just a moment she leaned into the presence of her friend. Slatefoot found comfort in Mistleheart’s body beside her own, taking in the warmth of the light-pelted warrior. She sighed in slowly, resolving herself. Perhaps it was a good thing that whatever lived in the burrow had either moved or passed away into its own version of StarClan - though Slatefoot had to wonder just what a StarClan for prey was like. The young warrior couldn’t even begin to imagine such a place; it seemed so unrealistic yet possible all at the same time. If the Clans had ancestors then why not animals like mice and birds?
On the topic of prey, Slatefoot nodded her agreement to Mistleheart’s suggestion. Slowly she pulled away from the other molly’s side and then glanced toward Scarletdrift, a sly look crossing her features. ”Well, you’ll never know if you don’t try! Maybe we’ll get lucky and find something out here.” Even if the odds were unlikely, as she had said, they would never know if they just gave up right here and now. |
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Post by Sand on Mar 26, 2024 11:52:32 GMT -5
Spottedfur : talking to Mistleheart
Spottedfur was busy grooming his short, silver coat in the depths of the warriors' den. Leafbare had been troublesome for YewClan and it occupied his thoughts more than he let on. As he groomed, he noticed a familiar figure enter the warriors' den. It was Mistleheart, his former apprentice, whom he hadn't spent much time with lately. "Hello, Mistleheart!" he greeted with a flick of his tail. "Of course you can spend time with me. It's good to know you got off of your duties early. Not every cat is so lucky."
His ears twitched with interest as the white and grey warrior continued on. Spottedfur came to a pause, trying to think of an answer to Mistleheart's joke. "A blind deer?" he guessed with a shrug of his shoulders. "No, wait! I have no idear?"
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Post by Sand on Mar 27, 2024 12:23:04 GMT -5
Spottedfur : trespasser - border patrol with Heavy, Thrushfleck & Stemriver
Knowing that Heavy hadn't been a part of YewClan for her entire life, Spottedfur was sure that she wouldn't fully understand his actions. Which was fine by him, considering that he was the eldest warrior that was part of this patrol. He could comprehend why FlowerClan chose to move the border. It was a power move more than anything else yet he found it to be calculated. They could have at least pulled this move in front of a patrol. But no, the cats of FlowerClan were clever enough to provoke YewClan without them present.
While he marked a stray bush here and there, Spottedfur stayed quiet. He knew the clan was down two cats, Bubblingstar and Brightleaf, but he believed they could overcome injuries and sickness. Stormmask was skilled enough to handle it all. He believed YewClan could conquer FlowerClan for once and for all. Even if it took a few moons of trespassing on each other's borders, they were stronger and better. Or maybe it was his sense of optimism taking him too far from reality.
At the sound of Heavy's mew, the silver speckled tom paused briefly. When was the last time YewClan was so bold? He couldn't even think of a time. It definitely didn't happen when he was a younger warrior, he would clearly remember that. "Honestly, I don't think we have ever done something like this before," he meowed to the calico molly, stunned by his own response.
After he had finished marking a decent part of the new border, the senior warrior waited for his clanmates to join him. Thurshfleck and Stemriver were the first two to join him. Once Heavy had followed, she asked another question. He glanced at the calico once more, realizing he had surprised himself by being so brazen when he had chose to move the border. Spottedfur hadn't thought about how Bubblingstar and Dappleswipe would react to his actions. "I... don't know if Bubblingstar will be too happy about my decision," he admitted to Heavy. "I know he's growing older and Dappleswipe is still young, but we needed to move the border. We need to show we're stronger than FlowerClan."
Spottedfur knew it was too late to take back his decision. It was becoming a concern to him if Bubblingstar or Dappleswipe would disapprove of his decision. "Dappleswipe may not agree either, but I think she's got great insight. I hope they can both see this is in a positive light," he meowed before turning to the warrior. "What do you think, Heavy? Did I make a poor decision?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 27, 2024 20:05:15 GMT -5
Heavy »
flowerclan trespasser with spottedfur - Sand
thrushfleck - @ --
& stemriver - @ --
Like a deer in the path of a monster, Heavy froze in her steps at Spottedfur’s question. The last thing she had expected from the tom was him asking for her own opinion on the ordeal at paw - not that she didn’t think Spottedfur would never seek out an opinion from the calico warrior, but due to the fact that she was not Clanborn. Heavy had been part of the Clan for seasons now and had even bore the Clan a fine litter of kits, but her understanding of Clan life and their culture was not innately ingrained into her as it would be to others. True, she was the oldest cat in the patrol next to Spottedfur, but surely Stemriver would have had a better opinion. He wasn’t of YewClan blood, but he had grown up in Clan culture his entire life. Even Thrushfleck had grown up in a Clan his entire life despite being half loner and half FlowerClan. Yet Spottedfur had asked for Heavy’s opinion. Her opinion. What even was her opinion?
Paws shuffled along the snow covered ground, paw pads growing stiff from the cold. She glanced across the border and out toward the open space that FlowerClan called home. Without much tree cover their territory had been completely covered by the recent snowfalls. In a way the undisturbed snow was beautiful, a picturesque scene of white serenity in the leaf-bare gloom. While beautiful it was a silent reminder that leaf-bare was a harsh season. Eyes slowly glanced toward Thrushfleck, her only son. Heavy smiled gently yet a burden constricted her heart, the smile evolving into a tense frown. Brightleaf was still in the medicine cat den with yellowcough. Instead of being allowed to contribute and go about her daily warrior duties she was confined to Stormmask’s den, sick and tired. Heavy worried for her daughter at every second, and this was yet another reminder to her that leaf-bare was not the time to sit around idly and make mistakes.
A sharp breath of cold air snapped her attention back toward Spottedfur. Her momentary reverie had brought her to the answer she didn’t have moments ago. Her anxiety at answering had vanished. ”We need every bit of territory that we have if we want to make sure our cats are fed throughout the season. I don’t want to risk a battle, but what’s rightfully YewClan’s needs to stay as YewClan’s,” she answered the spotted tom matter-of-factly. Had they not marked the border as they had then FlowerClan very well could take that as an invitation to try and take more of their land. Hopefully FlowerClan would take this as a warning and stand down. Heavy could only hope for that much. |
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Post by lazzylake on Mar 28, 2024 10:08:56 GMT -5
(Sorry all, I don't think I can get anything up for this moon. My motivation to write has plummeted this week and if I force myself to write a response I know I'm going to hate it and will be constantly editing.
I should hopefully be good to write tomorrow since I'm off school. I just kept pushing myself to get something up here and ultimately crashed. Next moon should be better for me!)
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Post by Brownie on Apr 1, 2024 10:06:59 GMT -5
moon day!!
We are almost on year 3 of YewClan, that's crazyyyy ]]
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i am curious though, what does everyone think of bubbling retiring? i think he'd be the type to happily spend some time in the elder's den. 
