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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 16, 2024 20:01:49 GMT -5
[ sorry my replies have been so late and lackluster as of recent! classes are hectic right now what with summer break starting in a little under a month, but after that i should be able to have more time for replies! ] Heavy »
training patrol with hazelpelt - jaybun!
Being a real warrior who provided for the Clan had helped give Heavy a place in the world. Healed from her broken back allowed the calico to join patrols, allowed her to hunt and fight for the sake of YewClan after seasons of her not being able to do a single thing. All she had done at the start was lay about in either the medicine cat den or the nursery, but now she was able to move about and do as she pleased. She was proud in her role as a warrior, and while she had gained some certainty within herself and was able to make decisions when with younger cats, it was safe to say that Heavy still wasn’t the most confident of felines.
Even now as she walked through the thick undergrowth of YewClan forest, the calico’s fur ruffled uncomfortably. While eager to get to spend time with the newcomer Hazelpelt - Bubblingstar had welcomed the kittypet warmly and she had quickly been allowed a warrior name - Heavy wasn’t sure if she was the right cat to be showing the new warrior around. Spottedfur or Scarletdrift would have been better candidates for this. Not only were they senior warriors, but they had trained apprentices before. Showing cats around the territory was something they were good at, whereas Heavy had never done something like this before. She knew the territory well, knew it just as well as Spottedfur and Scarletdrift did, but now that she was tasked with helping train the new warrior… Anxiety wriggled in the pit of her stomach like a wad of worms.
With a glance toward the brown tabby, Heavy flicked her ears back and chuffed nervously, tail swishing back and forth. ”You know, I’ve never taken a cat out and was in charge of showing them around. I thought I could do it, but…” The calico shook her head and once again a puff of air slipped from her lips, nerves crackling under her pelt. Deep down she wondered why she had volunteered to be the cat to do this, but she knew why. Having another cat around that didn’t start out as a Clan member like herself was reassuring. A bond could form, and Heavy wanted to be there for Hazelpelt. As a cat who didn’t come from a Clan background she wanted to help Hazelpelt if the tabby ever doubted herself in her new home. ”I know I’m doing this all wrong,” Heavy admitted. Perhaps this would be something she’d never be good at. Perhaps this would be something Heavy would always doubt herself on.
Heavy »
wants to get to know scarletdrift better & connects with mistleheart - Sapphirejas
With not being on any patrols for the morning, Heavy wasn’t sure what she could do. Scanning the camp, it didn’t take long for her to think of something she could do to be helpful around camp. Now that her entire litter had been named warriors, the Clan had no apprentices, and without apprentices it was up to the warriors to take turns going about camp cleaning tasks. As she thought about that some more, she recalled seeing Scarletdrift maneuvering around camp with moss in his jaws just the day before. The ginger and white tom had always put his Clan first and was usually rather friendly toward Heavy. She found him to be a comforting presence at time, yet despite all that she still didn’t know much about him. In fact, Heavy felt as if she knew more about Spottedfur than she did Scarletdrift and Spottedfur hadn’t always been the friendliest of cats toward her. Perhaps soon she’d get the chance to spend time with Scarletdrift and learn more about him.
As these thoughts drifted around in her head the molly couldn’t help but wonder if she would even have time to get to know Scarletdrift. With a war raging between YewClan and FlowerClan it was hard to imagine that the battles would end without bloodshed and loss. Heavy shook her head. This wasn’t the time to get lost in dark ‘what if’s’.
Fortunately for the warrior a flash of a familiar white and gray pelt caught her attention. Happy to see Mistleheart, Heavy wasted no time in walking toward the younger warrior. She smiled brightly. How long had it been since they had last talked just the two of them? ”How have you been, Mistleheart?” Heavy purred. |
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 16, 2024 20:02:03 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
”Mistleheart, look!” Excitement fizzed through Slatefoot as she shot forward through a barrier of ferns. The stale scent of rabbit pushed the dark-furred molly forward. Prey was running well in YewClan once more, and with the threat of FlowerClan looming over them like a poised owl in the night, having enough prey for the entire Clan was important. If a battle were to break out warriors fought better with full stomachs.
Slatefoot paused in her steps once she came to an area barren of foliage and covered in debris. An opening covered in earth signaled the mouth of a rabbit’s burrow, yet Slatefoot already knew it was old and abandoned. Not discouraged by this she continued to gesture for Mistleheart to come and take a look. If a family of rabbits had left this burrow Slatefoot had to wonder what made them do as much. She also wondered where they had fled to. Was it somewhere inside YewClan’s borders? Their scent still lingered in the air as a faint reminder of who inhabited the burrow. Could the two warriors track the scent to find where they had relocated? Slatefoot’s tail trembled in curiosity as the questions raced through her mind. If any warrior could find out where the rabbits had gone it would be Slatefoot and Mistleheart working together. They worked well as a team. Slatefoot’s heart swelled - together, her and Mistleheart could accomplish anything!
Slatefoot »
purrs loudly and bumps head with scarletdrift to reassure him - Dew
War had been declared between YewClan and FlowerClan. Guilt gnawed at Slatefoot as she watched her Clanmates gather together and speak in hushed whispers, no doubt speaking about the war and the battle plans they would need to come up with. Tensions had been high with FlowerClan before Slatefoot had even been born, but she had never known the other Clan to call for outright war. A shiver ran down her spine. Her Clan was so small and their leader was still recovering from a broken bone… The last thing they needed was a war. If one wrong move was made then Slatefoot could very well lose any one of her beloved Clanmates. Thrushfleck, Brightleaf, Heavy, Bubblingstar, Stemriver, Mistleheart… Slatefoot’s heart clenched inside her chest. She struggled to breathe in. Losing any of her Clanmates was a thought that turned her world to gray. She couldn’t imagine life without any of the cats she had grown up with.
Movement from the other side of camp caught Slatefoot’s eye. A moment of thought soon clarified who the figure was. Pushing herself to her paws the young warrior cruised over to Scarletdrift, greeting him with a bump of her head against his shoulder. ”Hiya, Scarletdrift,” she mewed warmly, nothing in her voice giving away the dark thoughts that had swelled in her mind like a flooded river. Scarletdrift was yet another Clanmate of hers that she’d be lost without. Even as an apprentice Slatefoot had looked up to the orange and white tomcat. He was a strong and capable warrior, one of Bubblingstar’s most trusted cats. If something were to happen to him…
Slatefoot pressed herself against the tom. What he thought of the war she had no idea, but she could only assume that Scarletdrift was just as worried as she was. A purr formed in the back of her throat. The young molly said nothing, merely kept close and took in the moment of closeness with Scarletdrift, silently reassuring both him and herself that this war would be over without any casualties. |
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Post by Dew on Apr 16, 2024 21:05:01 GMT -5
 Scarletdrift - Recovers from his sprain!
Scarletdrift got out of his nest, stretching his legs. Stormmask had just told him that he was free to go, and he was very happy. Scarletdrift could now walk normally, without a limp or anything like that. He took a few steps out of his nest, almost jumped with joy. He would be able to go on patrols tomorrow! Today, his paws were slightly sore due to the exercises that Stormmask had instructed him to, and they had seemed to work. Well they must have, because he was better now!
Scarletdrift - Discusses war preparations with Dappleswipe (lazzylake )
Scarletdrift padded over to Dappleswipe, who had asked him this morning to meet her to discuss battle plans after he was done with patrols. He had stopped to grab them both a mouse. They seemed to get more plump as they got closer to greenleaf. He had been thinking about this all day, and he had a few ideas. "How are do doing today? I got you a mouse from the fresh-kill pile" He said, dropping it at her paws as she started to settle down.
"I have been thinking about it, and I think we should stay on guard, but not attack until they do. They did declare the war, so they should be the one to strike first. But, if we strike first, we might catch them off guard" Scarletdrift explained. As much as he didn't like fighting and seeing cats get hurt, it would be worse if they were caught off guard. That would probably lead to more injures, and that might mean somecat might die.
Scarletdrift - Chats with Slatefoot (Feathertalon)
Scarletdrift was worried about the war. He wasn't worried about himself per say, but he was defanity worried about the yougest warriors. And Brightleaf had just recovered from greencough! Some might think not, because he was one of the oldest cats in the clan without being an elder, but he was. The most battle he had been in might have been a border scrimish, or a rogue attack. Luckily, no other clan had declared war on them. Slatefoot interrupted his thoughts, but he was glad for it. She didn't say anything, but just pressed herself against and purred. She must be as worried as I am. Maybe even more. He rested his head on hers for a second. "I know that you are worried Slatefoot, I am too. In fact, if we have a battle, it will be my first major battle against another clan" He whispered in her ear. He didn't know if it was reassuring, but he hoped it was. (I'll try and get Brightleaf up tomorrow!) |
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Post by jaybun! on Apr 17, 2024 1:47:45 GMT -5
ooc;; sorry i've been less active as well! my meds have been really messing with me, so fingers crossed i get those sorted soon. BUBBLINGSTAR - Sunbathing with Thrushfleck and Mistleheart Being too sick to do much more than laze about was becoming infuriatingly routine in Bubblingstar's life. He could admit it stung, to watch his clan move without him there with it- it certainly didn't help settle the anxieties he had about his age. His younger seasons were far behind him, of this his body was quick to remind him; an infection settling within his break. Still, he wasn't going to be confined to a den! If he were any longer it might truly drive him mad. He's not sure how Heavy managed all those moons, just the few he's been grounded for felt like torture. So, with a lot of grumbling from Storm-mask (his favorite mother hen) Bubblingstar dragged himself into the camp's clearing, sometime in midday. For some time he tiredly soaked his aching body in the warmth of the sun above, dozing, and at other times, cloud watching. By the time he felt awake enough to hold up his head, the sun had started its way back toward the horizon. A few cats roamed the camp, and he blinked warmly at whoever came close enough. Hazelpelt- the new kittypet they'd taken in, hurried past with a clump of moss in her jaws. Reminding him she'd forgotten to refresh his own nest like he'd asked yesterday. With a huff, he rolled onto his belly, and was pleased to see Thrushfleck and Mistleheart wander over to join him. Two of his very best warriors, if he did say so himself! HAZELPELT - Training with Heavy " Well I can't really tell!" Hazel was quick to reassure Heavy, and then realizing how that sounded, spluttered, " not that- it's not...you know?" She finished, with a weak smile. The calico had been nothing but sweet to her since Hazelpelt had wandered across Yewclan, and more than anyone, she hoped to at least be on decent terms with the molly. Gosh, she hoped that hadn't sounded mean. She certainly hadn't meant it that way! Her pelt ruffled, " I- erhm, I meant that you're just right for me." Oh stars, she was putting her paws into her mouth, Hazel puffed up at her own mouse-brained tongue, " IN A TEACHING WAY!" |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Apr 17, 2024 19:21:32 GMT -5
 Feathertalon Mistleheart (Hunting with Slatefoot, and Relationship Pip: Appreciates Slatefoot's unwavering friendship with her ++ ) This moon, FlowerClan declared war on YewClan! This made Mistleheart very scared for her Clanmates. What if somecat was killed in battle?! None of her Clanmates has been injured yet in the war, but it has only just started. Thoughts flooded through the white and gray she-cat. She knew if she and her patrol members ever come across FlowerClan cats on patrol, she would need to leap into battle and defend her Clanmates with risking her life. It is part of the Warrior Coder afterall! One sunrise Mistleheart decided to go hunting with her friend, Slatefoot to settle her worries about the war. She and Mistleheart walked side-by-side, bumping their heads into each other, and purring. It was working! Mistleheart was not worrying about the danger of the terrible war coming up. Suddenly, Slatefoot stopped, perking her ears at the scent of prey, her dark gray tail twitching with excitement. " Mistleheart, look!" Slatefoot meowed enthusiastically. As she said it, the smell of rabbit wafted into Mistleheart nostrils. " I can smell it too! It is a rabbit. Lets make sure that Clan cats have enough prey for the war, in case cats get injured!" Mistleheart and Slatefoot stalked towards the smell of rabbit. They paused at a rabbit burrow, the delicous smell enamanating from it. However, the scent was stale, not fresh. Mistleheart poked her white furred head into the burrow to check however. But there was no rabbit in there! " Mouse dung!" Hissed the young white and gray warrior. " The rabbit's not there!" Slatefoot turned her head to try to track the scent of the rabbit. Mistleheart did too. The rabbit can't be far! " Slatefoot, lets work together! So when a battle breaks out, we'll have lots of fresh-kill to keep the warriors fed." " Slatefoot, I want to say this..." Mewed Mistleheart warmly. " Thank you for being my friend! You have been amazing to me!" " Now, lets find that rabbit together!" Purred Mistleheart. Mistleheart sniffed the ground, and picked up the delcious scent of rabbit again, leading deeper into YewClan's territory. " I can smell a trail. Lets follow it!"
Feathertalon Mistleheart (Relationship Pip: Heavy connects with Mistleheart +) Mistleheart was pacing, worringing about the Clan during the war. When she saw the multicoloured calico she-cat, Heavy, the cat who raised her, approach her, she stopped pacing. She let out a reassuring purr as Heavy stopped in front of her. " How have you been, Mistleheart?" mewed the calico warrior. As she said it, Mistleheart heart's started beating faster. " I've been very worried! Ever since the FlowerClan leader declared war on us, I've realized why they did that. Not only that YewClan cats stole one of their apprentices long ago, before I was born, they must of learned that Bubblingstar is old and weak with an infected broken bone, and know that we are a small Clan! There has been no kits recently! Maybe, the FlowerClan leader declared war on us so that we would be scared and chased away from our territory, so that that they can claim the territory for themselves! I can't bear of leaving here if we lose the war! THIS is MY HOME, and where my heart belong, protecting and treasuring YewClan cats!" Mistleheart's heart beated faster and fasted and her fur raised from her back. She unsheathed her claws, and flattened her ears. She would sacrifice her life to defend her Clanmates if she had to, but she really hoped it doesn't come to that! Her Clan is where her loyalty is and where her home is, and the thought of leaving itt, either because they lost the war and was chased off to find a new home, or she died in the war to defend her Clanmates and leaves her home to join StarClan. It was way much for the white and gray she-cat to bear! All she wants to do is to stay here, where her heart and loyality lies! Mistleheart was having a panic attack with Heavy beside her again! This something that happened last leaf-fall when leaf-bare was approaching and she was terrfied that a more deadly yellowcough outbreak would hit Yewclan, than the one the Clan experienced! But luckily, the sickness in last leaf-bare was not nearly as bad as the last one! Her trauma when her mother died as a kit, and she was out all in the wild, starving, and to defend her self, and the horrible yellowcough outbreak as an apprentice caused the young white and gray she-cat to have panic attacks in worryingly times for her Clan!
@open jaybun! Mistleheart ( Wonders how Thrushfleck is doing). Mistleheart stopped at the fresh-pile to eat a vole. She grabbed it with her paws and started chewing on it. Late newleaf has brought delicous and plump prey. There was a lot of meat on the vole, which made the white and gray she-cat full as she munched on it. As she ate, she thought of the war between YewClan and FlowerClan, and what she has to do to protect her Clanmates; engage in the battle! Her spine shivered at the thought of getting injured by a FlowerClan warrior. She pushed the war stuff away from her mind and started thinking about Heavy's kits. She was good friends with Slatefoot, the dark gray and white she-cat, and she went hunting with her a few sunrises ago, caught some prey for the Clan, and proclaimed her friendship with the dark gray and white she-cat. Then, she thought about Thrushfleck, Slatefoot's littermate. She hasn't seen him recently, as she isn't nearly as close to the speckled ginger and white tom than Slatefoot. She wondered what he has been doing recently, and what he is doing to prepare for the war. He seemed to miss Mistleheart as she went. about her daily activities, eating, doing Clan tasks, since there were no apprentices to do them, and preparing to go on patrols. Mistleheart finished eating, and buried the vole's bones in the dirt. She picked up Thrushfleck's scent close by, and padded towards him. He was sharing tongues with the new Clan cat, Hazelpelt, who has only joined YewClan last moon. She was very worried if she can handle the war, since she was a kittypet and she had not much fighting skills. With the tail high in the air, Mistleheart approached Thrushfleck, who smiled at her. " Sorry, Hazelpelt." Thrushfleck mewed. " I think Mistleheart wants to talk to me. Is it alright if you leave me briefly, so I can talk with her?" Thrushfleck turned to face Mistleheart, smiling warmly at her, his tail flicking with excitement. " Mistleheart, what would you like to talk about? Or, do you want to play with me, I definitely can!' Meowed Thrushfleck, trying to be cheerful. " Sorry Thrushfleck, I'm too old to be playing! But I would like to spend a little time with you to know you together. You are Slatefoot's brother after all. How have you been lately? And I know the war has gotten into your mind lately." " I'm good! I'm in good fighting shape!" mewed Thrushfleck. " I'm just really worried about the Clan's newcomer, Hazelpelt. She is a former kittypet, and is not very experienced at fighting! I don't her to get badly hurt in a battle!" Mistleheart smiled back, listening to the ginger tom's words. " I understand." She mewed back. " I'm really worried about the war too! It is the first time in MANY moons that the Clan has experienced a war, ever since before Bubblingstar became leader! I don't know we are ready to fight off the FlowerClan cats! But we have to put faith in our ancestors and StarClan that everything will be okay, and we can do this! I mean, fight for those who can't very fight well, like Hazelpelt, who is not a good fighter due to being a former kittypet, and Bubblingstar, who is very unwell lately with his infected broken bone. Thrushfleck, I ask for you to not worry too much, and stay loyal to YewClan to the end!" Thrushfleck purred warmly. " Thank you Mistleheart, I really needed it! I'll talk to Hazelpelt and make sure that she is okay." |
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Post by lazzylake on Apr 17, 2024 23:37:29 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
Patrol: Borders with Stemriver and Thrushfleck
Dappleswipe and her crew stood around the trunk of a large elm tree, a marker indicating the boundary with FlowerClan. All three warriors paced to and fro, making sure their line of scent was strong enough to notice a clear message: YewClan was not to be messed with. The deputy brought along Stemriver and Thrushfleck for a reason. If their adversaries happened to startle them, perhaps the two could try talking as a last resort. FlowerClan would surely think twice before coldly attacking two warriors that shared their blood, right?
With the exception of Slatefoot, all three cats were caught in a rogue ambush in leaf-bare. Stemriver and Thrushfleck knew how devastating an invasion would be on a small patrol, especially with the threat of war breathing down their ears. The snap of a twig nearby caused Dappleswipe to swivel around, tail puffed up and hackles raised. We aren't going to be caught unaware this time. "Show yourself!" , she wailed.
Emerging from the brush came a ragged black she-cat, pelt ruffled. The YewClan patrol assumed defensive positions in case the intruder had plans on bringing reinforcements. Ironically, it was the rogue who was alone and outnumbered. Faced with three screeching warriors, they high-tailed from the forest without a moment’s hesitation. “That’s right. Stay out of our way, badger-breath!” Stemriver called over his shoulder triumphantly. Thrushfleck attempted to smooth down their long-haired fur, clearly still tense.
Once the trio was sure the coast was clear and their borders marked, Dappleswipe took a moment to praise her patrol. “Smart thinking, you two. We needn’t waste our energy unless FlowerClan retaliates.“ The father and son exchanged an uneasy glance, and Dappleswipe swiftly came to the realization that they were experiencing guilt over their rival clan’s ancestry. She opened her mouth to respond reassuringly, but their expressions hardened, reflecting flaming ambition and strongest of all... Loyalty.
“We won’t let you down,” they replied in unison, eyes gleaming. Dappleswipe beamed, not sure whether to feel flattered or prideful. Despite the unshakable difficulty, this war would be a chance for the deputy to show that she was more than just second in command. To prove her clanmates respected her deeply enough to face into battle with her and Bubbligstar's support. "My valued clanmates. I never have a doubt that you will."
tags: (None. Patrolled with myself  )
ooc: (Okay that's one response down. That was much later than I expected. I've been working on an essay alongside this so I am all tapped out. Dew my response for Scarletdrift and Brightleaf will come first thing tomorrow morning. I am almost done writing it but I don't want you to wait forever.)
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Post by lazzylake on Apr 18, 2024 12:37:41 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
Relationship pip: Planning war strategies with Scarletdrift
Dappleswipe nervously wore the ground with her claws, anxiously thinking about what to say. She caught word from Stormmask that Bubblingstar’s broken leg had started showing signs of infection. There was the possibility that Bubblingstar would lose another life before the real battle began. A chill rippled through Dappleswipe’s spine at the thought that she may have to lead YewClan into a bloody clash they might lose warriors for. With Bubblingstar injured, Dappleswipe desperately needed other viewpoints to determine how to approach the hostile situation. Hence why she called Scarletdrift to discuss strategies.
The speckled warrior invited the deputy to share a meal. Dappleswipe grinned, appreciating the gesture. “Hello, Scarletdrift. I wanted a senior warrior’s opinion on what we should do. I was thinking of assigning a guard each patrol to watch for signs of enemy scents or trespassers." She took a second to swallow a few bites of mouse, relishing its freshness. "We’ve had a couple instances of trespassing on our borders, and even if they aren’t related directly to FlowerClan, it’s still a sign of weakness.”
Once she registered Scarletdrift's opinion, Dappleswipe nodded slowly. "Waiting for FlowerClan seems like a risky move with the number of ambushes we've had. I'd prefer to be one step ahead. Once we're ready, of course. I can help Stormmask to stock up enough herbs and provisions beforehand. I'll see what Bubblingstar has to say before taking action. Do you have anything to add?” She asked the senior warrior expectantly.
ooc: (Sorry for getting to this last minute! I'll get Brightleaf's pip up soon. It'll be a bit short though) |
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Post by lazzylake on Apr 18, 2024 14:17:37 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
Relationship pip Chatting with Brightleaf
Being a deputy, Dappleswipe was always busy with her duties, but surprisingly, today was rather quiet. The patrols were all sent out and the clearing was empty minus a couple of cats working inside camp. She wanted to catch up with her clanmates before something… bad happened in the war. Luckily, she had a bit of time to herself and wanted to make the most of it. Her copper eyes caught sight of Brightleaf, whom she hasn't chatted much with since she got cured of yellowcough. A good choice, the deputy pondered; she would like to spend more time with the cream colored warrior on patrols.
She wandered near the warrior's den where Brightleaf was rested, purring cheerfully. “Hey there, Brightleaf! I wanted to check up since we haven’t talked in a while. Has anything interesting happened to you recently?”
ooc: (Short sweet, and a bit bland but I got it in! I did all of her responses wooo. I have been procrastinating so much recently sorry about that guys.) |
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Post by Dew on Apr 18, 2024 16:13:44 GMT -5
Scarletdrift - Planning War Strategies with Dappleswipe (lazzylake)Scarletdrift thought, what Dapppleswipe had said makes sense, and striking first would be the better move. But what if Flowerclan killed one of Yewclan's cats in their rage? They wouldn't be justified, it was against the code, but they could tell the other clans that they were just defending themselves. "Yes, I agree with that. And Stormmask shouldn't go out alone without a warrior escort. In fact, no cat should" If one cat left camp and got ambushed by a Flowerclan patrol, well that wouldn't be very good, would it? "Yes, everything sounds good to me. If we are going to strike first, then we should also plan that out, but that can wait for another day" When we're ready....
(I'm working on Brightleaf's right now! Should be out soon)
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Post by Dew on Apr 18, 2024 16:26:08 GMT -5
 Brightleaf - Patrol with Spottedfur (Sand )
Brightlead and Spottedfur had left camp, and they were ready to hunt! Dappleswipe had told them that they shouldn't go so far because of the war. But Yewclan was so much better than Flowerclan! I mean, how dare they call war on us! Brightleaf wasn't much of a fighter, that was more Slatefoot's thing. But she wouldn't hesitate to protect her clan against invaders! Spottedfur had took the lead, and now Brightleaf could see what the tom was following, a newer scent trail. She sidled alongside him, and there it is! It was a robin, pecking its beak into the dirt. Without hesitation, Brightleaf pounced, and caught the bird in her jaws, killing it with a swift bite to the neck.
Brightleaf - Chatting with Dappleswipe (lazzylake)Brightleaf wasn't on a patrol this morning, one of the few cats that weren't. Both of her siblings were out of camp, so she didn't have anyone to talk to! So now all she was doing was thinking, and thinking brought her to the war, and the war brought her to think about losing any of her clanmates. She really, really hoped that no one would die, and that Flowerclan would run away after the first battle, calling off the war.
To her surprise, Dappleswipe had padded over to her, and Brightleaf sat up straighter, looking up from the hold her claw at dug in the dirt. "Hello!" She said, smiling. "Not really, just worrying about the war, but who isn't? You?" |
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Post by Brownie on Apr 18, 2024 16:39:36 GMT -5
Oi putting up a quick poll for summer hours. It's getting warm outside, and I know I've been spending more time out and about and less time glued to my computer now that there isn't ice everywhere.
I do want to keep the moons rolling at a decent pace; this rp is meant to cover a long period of time and show generations of cats, that's what Clangen does best after all. But I don't want to cut people's chances to respond to patrols and prompts either, esp when so many replies tend to cluster around the end of the moon.
It would perhaps work better to have moons 1/week, though that means less exciting things overall but more time to actually have deeper scenes and character pips. But I don't want to do 1/week only for responses to still clump at the end of the time frame, giving no one the chance to reply, ya feel?
so poll!
1/week wednesday is the option instead of thursday, mostly because I wanted people that have the time to start things to have the opportunity to do so during the weekdays, then have the weekend for busier people to have a chance to pop in, and then another few weekdays for slower finishing up replies to those.
I'll put up the moon today as expected~ We do have a war to get to after all. ]]
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Post by Brownie on Apr 18, 2024 17:09:45 GMT -5
x - Moon 39 - x
early greenleaf; overcast
Clan Events:
Even small sparks of disagreement can set off battles between FlowerClan and YewClan.
Prey pile: 83.3
Prey needed: 35
Bubblingstar STATUS: BROKEN BONE; FESTERING || jaybun! Is craving the taste of shrew Major Events Event: Bubblingstar's broken bone festers. He swears he is cleaning it and resting, but the sour stench says otherwise. He is given marigold and burdock as treatment. Patrol: None Relationships - Asks Thrushfleck how he's doing (+)
- Gives Thrushfleck a task with none
Event : None
Choice : None
Outcome : None
Is eavesdropping on Scarletdrift Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Is surprised by Mistleheart's thoughfulness (+) with Stormmask
Event : Dreams
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Stormmask shares her--admittedly fuzzy--dreams of StarClan with the deputy, hoping Dappleswipe can help make sense of them. But she doesn't have any more insight than Stormmask does. Is in awe of Bubblingstar's leadership Major Events Event: Stormmask gathered horsetail and mullein on her own this moon. Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Appreciates Stemriver's willingness to help (+)
with Dappleswipe
Event : Dreams
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Stormmask shares her--admittedly fuzzy--dreams of StarClan with the deputy, hoping Dappleswipe can help make sense of them. But she doesn't have any more insight than Stormmask does. Is wondering what living with Twolegs would be like Patrol: Border Relationships - Appreciates Stormmask's honesty (+)
- Heard Thrushfleck say something mean (-) with Heavy, Thrushfleck, Hazelpelt
Event : Stories
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The group has a long patrol, covering all of YewClan's borders besides the one they share with FlowerClan. Spottedfur starts telling a story to pass the time and relieve some of the worries from the war, and by the end has the others feeling calmer and friendly. Scarletdrift STATUS: INJURED; CLAW WOUND || Dew Is purring loudly Major Events Event: During a skirmish, Scarletdrift protects Stemriver from a vicious attack, taking the blow himself. Stemriver helps him back to camp after. Patrol: none Relationships - Heckles FlowerClan warriors during the Gathering with Dappleswipe (++)
- Thinks Brightleaf is always reliable (+)
with none
Event : None
Choice : None
Outcome : None Is sparring with Thrushfleck Patrol: Border Relationships - Said something that rubbed Mistleheart the wrong way (-)
with Hazelpelt, Spottedfur, Thrushfleck
Event : Stories
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The group has a long patrol, covering all of YewClan's borders besides the one they share with FlowerClan. Spottedfur starts telling a story to pass the time and relieve some of the worries from the war, and by the end has the others feeling calmer and friendly. Is craving the taste of vole Patrol: Border Relationships - Saw Brightleaf the other day!
- Asks Brightleaf how she's doing (+)
with Heavy, Spottedfur, Thrushfleck
Event : Stories
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The group has a long patrol, covering all of YewClan's borders besides the one they share with FlowerClan. Spottedfur starts telling a story to pass the time and relieve some of the worries from the war, and by the end has the others feeling calmer and friendly. Stemriver STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Wants to complement Hazelpelt's progress Major Events Event: Is protected by Scarletdrift during a border skirmish. Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Is surprised when Dappleswipe asks him for help (+) with Mistleheart
Event : Temptation
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They'd already caught enough prey, and it wasn't like they had any queens or elders to feed... Mistleheart gives in to her grumbling stomach and she tries to clean up the evidence, but Stemriver looks suspicious as she returns one mouse short. Wants to complement Heavy's teaching Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Greets Hazelpelt by the fresh-kill pile in the morning (+)
with Stemriver
Event : Temptation
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They'd already caught enough prey, and it wasn't like they had any queens or elders to feed... Mistleheart gives in to her grumbling stomach and though she tries to clean up the evidence, Stemriver looks suspicious as she returns one mouse short. Thrushfleck STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Is playing tag with cats around camp Patrol: Border Relationships - Is playing tag with Heavy! (+)
- Cheers Stemriver up (+)
with Heavy, Hazelpelt, Spottedfur
Event : Stories
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The group has a long patrol, covering all of YewClan's borders besides the one they share with FlowerClan. Spottedfur starts telling a story to pass the time and relieve some of the worries from the war, and by the end has the others feeling calmer and friendly. Is craving the taste of rabbit Major Events Event: No longer has a runny nose. Patrol: Training Relationships - Is telling jokes about Thrushfleck (--)
with Brightleaf
Event : Wary
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : A rustling in the brush puts them both on edge, scared of a FlowerClan ambush. Rather than face danger head-on, they decide to retreat and come back with more warriors, just to be safe. Is playing a prank on Stormmask Patrol: Training Relationships - Thinks Slatefoot is being thoughtful (+)
with Slatefoot
Event : Wary
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : A rustling in the brush puts them both on edge, scared of a FlowerClan ambush. Rather than face danger head-on, they decide to retreat and come back with more warriors, just to be safe. |
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Post by Brownie on Apr 18, 2024 17:11:12 GMT -5
also I might take Stemriver and Thrushfleck for at least the moon, but maybe longer. I have enough time to put up some replies and they deserve some love <3 ]]
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 18, 2024 18:22:59 GMT -5
[ gonna start working on replies! i'll try and have them done before i go to bed later :> ]
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Post by Brownie on Apr 18, 2024 18:46:06 GMT -5
 Thrushfleck -x-----------x-
Joy lifted Thrushfleck's white tipped paws high in the air, the red spotted tom feeling as if he was gliding over the leaves as he burst into YewClan's camp. It might be overcast, the forest lit by a muted sun, but that didn't stop Thrushfleck from feeling warm and sunny on the inside. It was greenleaf! The forest was lush with growth and even the rising tensions on the FlowerClan border couldn't dampen the playful young tom's mood.
With a triumphant mrow his eyes found Heavy, his mother's calico pelt easy to spot against the shadows, and he raced her direction, making a massive leap! He was careful not to shove her over, landing just beside her in the scattered leaves, and batted out a quick paw to slap her flank. "Ha! Got you!"
With a cackle he darted off, keeping low to the ground but with his white tail held high. He knew Heavy was quick, he'd have to be fast if he didn't want to be caught in return!
-x-----------x- is given a task by Bubblingstar - jaybun!-x-----------x- Thrushfleck wasn't typically gloomy. But the sky had been darkened by grey clouds for days now, without even a single ray of the sun, and it was starting to drain on even Thrushfleck's upbeat disposition. At this point, he wished it would just rain already and get it over with, any change in the weather would be better than this dull monochrome.
So he was sulking, just a little bit, and maybe grumbling a little too. It wasn't his job to be personally responsible for all of YewClan's morale, after all, and he didn't have it in him to pretend to have more energy than he was feeling. Thrushfleck was good at feeling the vibe of YewClan's camp, and today it was absolutely dismal. That didn't help his mood either, so he tried to make himself small and block away the bad news as much as he could. The sun wasn't around to warm the stones on the ridge, but the smooth stone still felt nice against Thrushfleck's pelt as he settled down to look over the treetops.
It was hard, though, not to think of Bubblingstar, whose broken bone wasn't healing right despite Stormmask's best efforts. Or Scarletdrift in the healer's den, who took a nasty blow meant for his father. Or the war with FlowerClan in general, which forced the young tom to think about complicated feelings. He knew Stemriver had been born in FlowerClan, but he'd never asked his father why he left--he'd never asked Stemriver anything about FlowerClan, really, because it was clear his father didn't want to remember, or talk about it. He'd given them all non-answers when they were kits and apprentices, and eventually Thrushfleck had outgrown his blind curiosity and realized how uncomfortable the questions made him, so he'd stopped asking.
But that only left the questions to fester in Thrushfleck's own mind. Stemriver must have left his own family in FlowerClan. Did he have littermates? Were his parents still alive? How many FlowerClan cats shared his blood?
And then the creeping guilt: was the grey spotted apprentice that had looked kind of like Stemriver one of Thrushfleck's cousins? That dark molly with emerald eyes that Dappleswipe had fought off last moon, had that been his grandmother?
And worst of all: would he ever get to know them? Or even know of them?
Thrushfleck felt as grey as the clouds, putting his head on his paws as he looked out over the forest. His tail flicked slowly behind him, keeping time as his thoughts churned. He'd talk with Slatefoot or Brightleaf, but they were both out of camp at the moment and Thrushfleck didn't feel comfortable bothering any other cat with his heavy thoughts. But he didn't want to be alone with his thoughts either. He wriggled on the stones, trying to get comfortable, hoping that maybe, despite the gloomy ambiance shadowing YewClan's camp, that some cat would come over to the popular lounging spot and distract him with a conversation. -x-----------x-  Stemriver battle patrol with Scarletdrift - Dew-x-----------x-
Battles are messy.
Cats skirmished up and down the banks of Rushing Creek, tangles of claws and fur that screeched and spat and growled and occasionally yelped in pain as a blow landed. Stemriver couldn't even remember what had sparked this one. One moment, the two patrols were standing on opposite sides of the creek, still as statues, and the next he found his claws locked in a golden tomcat's shoulders, trying desperately to not be pinned by the larger cat.
"Blood traitor!"
Stemriver flinched. He hadn't expected to be recognized. There were always... glances during gatherings, especially early on, but he'd never been called out for running away. He thought some cats must have connected the dots, that the missing grey-spotted FlowerClan kitten might be the grey-spotted apprentice announced in YewClan a moon later, but not a single cat had tried to force him back to his home Clan. He still went out of his way to avoid talking to any FlowerClan cat, but over time he'd started to relax. YewClan was his home. He was a YewClan warrior. He has been for over three season cycles.
Not long enough.
Stemriver grit his teeth and shoved the golden tom across the pebbles, creating distance so he could drop into a defensive crouch. The golden tom licked his teeth, showing off a curved scar that cut through his cheek. "FlowerClan was glad to be rid of you," the FlowerClan tom taunted. Anger blurred Stemriver's vision, but he bit his lip until it bled, using the pain to keep his emotions in check. He knew he was being baited, knew the tom was waiting until he dropped his guard to pounce. "We didn't care that a runty kit found its way to YewClan. You know why, don't you? That YewClan is weak and is only getting weaker."
The skirmish echoed around him, but he could hardly hear what was happening, his focus only on the tom in front of him and the venom on his tongue. "I heard YewClan is so desperate, they're taking in kittypets. And that the only kits born are half-Clan. And not even half-YewClan, because they're your spawn. FlowerClan has more claim over them than YewClan does."
Even the pain wasn't enough to stop his rage from flaring hot. "They're YewClan warriors! And each worth three FlowerClan cats," Stemriver hissed. And he couldn't help it, he glanced to the side where Slatefoot--and before he could find his daughter's dark pelt in the melee he was thrown off his paws, the golden tomcat pressing heavy on his chest, his claws raised, sharp and glinting--
-x-----------x- -x-----------x- The grey spotted tom stretched. It would be nice if the sun peeked her golden eye, but honestly, he didn't hate the dim shade the clouds cast. It was greenleaf now and even if it was early in the season, he was certain it would be unbearably hot with the sun glaring down on the forest. He licked the moss from his flank before he crossed the clearing, hoping there'd still be a mouse on the pile to settle his rumbling stomach before he was expected to join Mistleheart on a hunting patrol later that day.
The dawn patrol was coming in, and Stemriver was surprised to see Hazelpelt was the first cat into camp. He'd been... skeptical of the kittypet when she'd joined the Clan. Unlike Heavy, who had often complained about being unable to hunt when she'd been injured, Hazelpelt had hardly known how to hunt at all. He'd had the misfortune of being on hunting patrols with the brown molly a few times last moon and, well. He hadn't been impressed.
But over the last moon, she'd improved. Stemriver still wasn't ready to see her as an equal, the former kittypet still had a lot to learn after all, but her insecurities reminded him a lot of Heavy and it made him surprisingly sympathetic towards her struggle to learn how to be a warrior after so long as a pampered house cat. So when Hazelpelt passed by, he waved his tail. "Good work out there, Hazelpelt," he said, giving the molly a friendly flick of his ears and a small smile. "Dappleswipe assigned a long patrol. I'm glad to see you're still on your paws after that one, it must have been exhausting." -x-----------x-
[[ OOC : Lil boys
also uh. Battle scene got a little out of hand hehe ]]
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Post by Sapphirejas on Apr 18, 2024 20:25:58 GMT -5
OOh, poor Scarletdrift, he got attacked by a FlowerClan cat! And Bubblingstar's broken is festering! I think he is going to lose another life!  I'll try to get out a reply this evening, if not, tomorrow!  (Also I voted for 2 moons per week because winter is coming for me, not summer. This is because I live in the Southern Hemisphere!) |
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 18, 2024 21:02:17 GMT -5
Heavy »
With an active war raging and a leader that was festering with infection, tensions in YewClan were high to say the least. With each passing day it felt as if Heavy’s Clanmates were growing all the more tense, and she couldn’t deny that she was tense as well. The war had yet to cause any huge battles or terrible injuries, but any meeting between a YewClan and FlowerClan patrol along the border would unsheathe claws and bare fangs. Spats were becoming all the more common, and cats were returning back to camp with ruffled pelts and minor claw wounds that Stormmask had to patch up before infection could set in. So far every warrior was still in shape and able to hunt and patrol, but how long that would last was any cat’s guess.
In the last moon border patrols had become more important. Dappleswipe had called for Heavy, Hazelpelt, Spottedfur, and Thrushfleck all to border all of YewClan’s borders save for the FlowerClan border. Heavy had to wonder why that was, but she could assume that the deputy either wanted a different set of warriors to scout that border, or that the deputy wanted to avoid it altogether today. Avoiding the border would lower the chances of a skirmish breaking out, but it heightened the chances that a FlowerClan patrol would cross into YewClan territory and do as they pleased. Heavy’s fur ruffled uneasily along her spine at the thought. All she knew about FlowerClan was what she had eased out of Stemriver over the seasons she had known him, and what she had heard about the meadow-dwelling Clan created a sour taste in the back of her throat. The calico could only imagine what a FlowerClan patrol would do on their land.
Scenarios of blood ran rampant in the calico’s mind as she silently trudged alongside her patrolmates. From Hazelpelt to Thrushfleck to Spottedfur she eyed all three, jaw tightening in worry at the thought that she may not see any of them ever again come tomorrow. War was a frightening thing, something Heavy had never dealt with before, and from what she heard this was the first time in a long while that YewClan had plunged into such deep waters. It was a lot to take in, and every cat had their paws dangling over a dangerous edge.
Heavy »
sparring with thrushfleck - Brownie
Even among the rolling storm that was war, pockets of peace could be found in the midst of the chaos. Clouds covered the sky with a dove gray gloominess, yet every now and then rays of sunshine would peek through and warm the earth with all the hopes of a fruitful greenleaf. These gentle moments were hard to come by, but Heavy had been lucky enough to find one such moment. The day was proving rather warm despite the overcast sky, and Heavy eagerly took her time off from patrols to laze about in the YewClan camp and simply think about nothing. If all she did was worry about war and other threats then she’d forever be too tense to do anything at all, and what use would she be then?
A gust of wind and a brush of fur followed by the mocking bat of a lightning quick paw snapped Heavy out of her peaceful reverie in an instance. Confused and caught off guard, Heavy’s pelt bristled, claws unsheathing. The calico rushed to her paws and made to push off the ground with her hind legs in means of attack, heart thudding against her chest at the prospect of a possible FlowerClan invasion, but all alarm rushed out of her body as quickly as it had arrived when the warrior recognized the dark ginger and white pelt of her only son Thrushfleck. A teasing aura radiated off the tomcat, a playfulness dancing in his blue eyes that sparked a giddiness inside Heavy.
Perhaps her peace had not been as broken as she had thought moments ago. Even now, with cats on edge, it was possible to find the time to play and be merry.
A spill of laughter bubbled off the calico’s tongue as she took off after her son, Thrushfleck easy to follow what with his striking white tail high in the air and his cackling dancing in the breeze. ”Get back here, you cheeky bird, you!” Heavy called out to her son in laughter. Lucky that she had quick paws - extremely lucky that she still had control over said paws and was still able to run as quick as the wind - Heavy wasted no time in catching up to her son, and as soon as she did she leaned into him, attempting to catch him off his paws and have him roll to the ground where she would then continue her playful assault on him. If he wanted to play battle with her then Heavy was going to give him her all. Plus, it had been so long since she had been able to sit back and play with one of her kits that she just couldn’t help herself. Chances like this didn’t happen often, and Heavy was determined to make the most out of it. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 18, 2024 21:05:34 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
training patrol with brightleaf - Dew
The war with FlowerClan was long from being over. Battle after battle was being ignited just over the spark of a few words. Claws were unsheathing just because one cat didn’t like the look of another. Blood was being shed for no reason - all the wounds that had come back to camp had been minor thus far, but it wouldn’t be long before a cat came to Stormmask with something worse than just a claw scratch. Something worse than just an injury that could be healed over time.
Being a warrior meant that there was always the possibility of giving her life for YewClan. Slatefoot had no problem with that, and she would willingly die for the sake of her Clan - it was something she had promised before becoming a warrior, something she had vowed in front of the entire Clan upon receiving her full name. Slatefoot was prepared to honor that promise and do everything in her power to serve and protect. Battle did not scare her, but this war with FlowerClan had her on edge. It had every cat on edge.
The war had Slatefoot finding herself getting lost into her own thoughts more and more as of late. She was well aware of the blood that ran in her veins, of how not a single drop of YewClan blood actually pumped through her body. There had been a time in which she had assumed her father to be of YewClan origin, but Heavy had admitted to her litter that their father was Stemriver, and while he was an honorable warrior through and through, it was no secret that only FlowerClan blood ran through him. That had never bothered Slatefoot for she knew that her loyalties lay only with YewClan, but as of late she had begun to think more about FlowerClan and their blood that coursed through her like a river. Why her father had left that Clan, she had no idea, but she assumed it had to have been something awful if such a loyal warrior would have run from his home and family.
Family. Did she have kin living in FlowerClan? Surely she did. Stemriver had a mother and father and he more than likely had littermates. Did they still reside in the meadow-dwelling Clan? Slatefoot wouldn’t be surprised if they did. It made her wonder if any of the FlowerClan cats she saw at gatherings were her kin, if any of the FlowerClan warriors she had sunk her fangs into shared her blood. Was this battle she was fighting just a battle between her and her kin?
Unease settled upon the dark furred warrior like a storm cloud. Slowly her eyes drifted toward Brightleaf, her companion on this patrol meant for training. Did her sister carry the same thoughts as she did? Was Brightleaf just as unsettled at the prospect of fighting potential kin as Slatefoot?
The question went dry on her tongue as a nearby bush rustled with movement. Slatefoot froze, tail bushing and fur spiking. They weren’t near the FlowerClan border, but Slatefoot couldn’t help but imagine that a FlowerClan battle patrol was stalking them from deep within the underbrush. The young warrior took a pace back. Any other time and she would throw herself into a possible battle without a second thought, but her mullings from earlier had her second guessing herself and her eagerness to go into battle right now.
Slatefoot swallowed. ”I think we should leave, Brightleaf. If FlowerClan is around we may be better off with more warriors…” Did she even want to fight FlowerClan now? What was she going to do if she came face to face with a FlowerClan warrior that looked eerily similar to her father? What would she do if she tried to raise her claws against an enemy cat that was splashed with the same rosette pattern as she was? The molly shook her head. Kin or not, she had promised to fight for YewClan. Now wasn’t the time to start questioning her loyalties between Clan and kin. YewClan was her family and she couldn’t start doubting that now.
Slatefoot »
border skirmish with stemriver - Brownie & scarletdrift - Dew
The sound of battle was drowned out by the sound of her own blood rushing through her ears. Slatefoot whipped around as quick as a snake, the sight of a quick-pawed brown tabby catching in her peripheral. The YewClan warrior was swift on her paws, and with a sharp leap she managed to dodge the blow the brown tabby had aimed toward her. Slatefoot puffed out a breath of air before crouching down and hissing a warning toward the FlowerClan tabby who was clearly determined to run Slatefoot off. What the tabby didn’t realize was that Slatefoot was not a coward. She did not run away easily.
Pushing herself off the ground with a powerful leap of her hindlegs, Slatefoot and the brown tabby collided with one another. The impact had them both falling to the ground, rolling onto the dirt, spitting fury and striking claws into fur. Pain flashed through Slatefoot as the brown tabby’s claws managed to slice through fur and latch into Slatefoot’s skin alongside her shoulder; she hissed and pulled back, swiping a deft paw at her attacker’s face. Slatefoot knew she had hit when the brown tabby screeched and lurched back, giving Slatefoot just enough time to jump back and glance and look around at the battling cats hissing and clawing at one another with all the fury of lions and tigers.
Slatefoot’s heart dropped when she caught sight of Stemriver, her own father, being pursued by a tom who’s pelt resembled the sun. She could hear the two toms spitting furious words at one another, but the young molly was unable to make out what exactly was being said. In the moment it seemed as if her father was holding his own, but before Slatefoot had time to run back into the midst of battle, she watched as the sun-colored tom launched himself forward and crash into Stemriver; the spotted tom was knocked off his paws, the FlowerClan warrior immediately coming down on Stemriver, pressing his weight into her father’s chest. The golden tom raised one paw with sharp claws unsheathed.
Icy fear pulsed through Slatefoot. ”Stemriver!” It was all she could do as she watched the event play out right before her terrified eyes. Every limb was frozen, time slowing down as the worst possible scenario played in her mind. Slatefoot was about to watch her father’s life end, and she had been able to do nothing about it. What would she tell Thrushfleck and Brightleaf? How would she explain this to Heavy? To Bubblingstar?
Was she truly about to watch her father be murdered by a cat he had once called a Clanmate? |
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 18, 2024 21:27:02 GMT -5
Heavy »
says something that rubs mistleheart the wrong way - Sapphirejas
It was no secret that prey was running well in YewClan's territory. Despite the stress of war that hung over the Clan's head and despite the fact that Bubblingstar was currently fighting off a raging infection that had left him stuck in camp, YewClan was thriving in the prey department. No cat had gone hungry in quite a few moons, and it was easy to tell what with cats sporting a plump figure. Some cats had gained more than others, and it was with amused glances that Heavy would look at some of her Clanmates and inwardly joke with herself that the Clan was finally going to have a new litter of kits to look after. Alas, there was no prospect of kits in YewClan's future despite the roundness that swelled the flanks of some of her Clanmates. It was a fleeting hope - the thought of kits. Perhaps soon the Clan would get to welcome new life into their ranks, but for now kits were just a wish that many YewClanners shared.
The one hunting patrol that Dappleswipe had sent out earlier had returned to camp, Mistleheart and Stemriver returning with their jaws full of prey. Heavy pushed herself up to her paws and padded over, about to congratulate the two warriors on their catchn when she noticed something odd about the way Stemriver was acting. Upon closer inspection, even Mistleheart looked a little ruffled. Heavy's eyes narrowed. She gestured for Mistleheart to follow her as she took a few steps from the fresh-kill pile, Stemriver having already slipped away.
Heavy flicked her tail in question, eyeing Mistleheart suspiciously. "What happened out there?" She asked, clearly aware that something had transpired during their hunt, something that both Mistleheart and Stemriver were trying to play off. |
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Post by Dew on Apr 18, 2024 21:45:52 GMT -5
Scarletdrift - Border Skirmish with Stemriver (Brownie) and Slatefoot (Feathertalon)Scarletdrift hissed with rage. The Flowerclan cats were vicious, but so was he, if he wanted to be. He hissed as another Flowerclan warrior raked their claws along his flank, and she reared up, spinning and slashing his claws across their face. His ears were pinned against his head, his tail lashing quickly back and forth. The cat took another swipe at him, and he dodged out of the way, and with one more blow he send the younger Flowerclan warrior away from the battlefield. In this moment, Scarletdrift had a second to look around, and catch his breath.
The first thing he saw was Stemriver, who was fighting a golden tom. They seemed to be having a heated conversation as they talked, tails lashing as eyes narrowed as their mouths moved. Something must have happened, because Stemriver shot a glance in Slatefoot's direction. The golden tom took this as an opportunity to pounce.
Scarletdrift ran. He didn't know what this cat was going to do to his clanmate, but he didn't care. He didn't like the look on the tom's face, the taunting look that they were now giving Stemriver. The world around him became a blur, and all he could see was his target. With a loud battle screech, Scarletdrift leaped on top of the Flowerclan cat.
The tom, who had had his claw raised spun around, and sliced its claw across his front leg. Scarletdrift bit his tongue, although on the inside he screamed with agony. Now with only three healthy legs, Scarletdrift was at the defensive, trying to sway away the ongoing attacks the golden tom was sending his way. He managed to get another hit on the tom, rearing up and bringing his paws down on its head, but he missed, slashing his claws across its side instead, and getting a claw-wound to his side as well.
"Stemriver help! I can't fight him alone!" Already he could tell his blows were getting weaker, and his pawsteps were faltering. Now, his white-and-red coat of fur looked like somecat had taken some berry juice and squirted it on his pelt to try and make it more red, but had hopelessly failed.
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Post by Dew on Apr 18, 2024 21:47:46 GMT -5
(I'll get Brightleaf up tomorrow! I hope everyone gets better next moon!)
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Post by jaybun! on Apr 19, 2024 3:25:38 GMT -5
i'll reply tomorrow or so! love seeing how everyone works off each others prompts <3
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Post by Sand on Apr 19, 2024 10:38:15 GMT -5
[ tfw you wrote all your prompts for last moon and forgot to post them. oops. ]  Spottedfur : border patrol & stories with Heavy, Thrushfleck & Hazelpelt
Spottedfur was doing his best to cope with the war although it was hard not to think about it. Bubblingstar's infection had grown worse which could be a sign of weakness in FlowerClan's eyes. Despite the leader's setback, they were lucky to have a young, experienced deputy leading the clan instead. Since Dappleswipe chose to send the large patrol away from the FlowerClan patrol, he felt grateful. Had she sent them towards it, any cat knew it could end horribly. After all, the more they checked the FlowerClan patrol, spats were becoming even more common. Some of the cats would return minor wounds, ones that Stormmask could take care of easily. Still, the feeling among the patrolmates was bleak. The four cats walked in silence until the speckled tom thought of something.
He didn't want to continue this long patrol in hopelessness, so Spottedfur cleared his throat. "I know you're all younger than me, but I hope you don't mind me sharing a story," the senior warrior mewed, his silver eyes brightening a bit. He wasn't going to wait for permission to speak. The mood for this patrol needed to change sooner than later.
The silver speckled tabby tom paused briefly, trying to think of a story he hadn't told anyone before. "One time, Scarletdrift and I were patrolling on the BurdockClan border. It was early greenleaf and, surprisingly, the weather was really nice. Originally, we had set out to mark the borders, but we smelled a BurdockClan cat scent across our side of the border," he explained, taking a moment to mark a bush. "Scarletdrift and I turned to look and there was a BurdockClan cat pinned up against a tree by a huge dog! We stopped for a minute and decided we were gonna save the cat. Scarletdrift ran as fast as the wind and I followed after him…"
Spottedfur took a moment to breathe and glanced at his clanmates. "As soon as Scarletdrift appeared, the huge dog turned on its heels! He distracted it by running in front of it and the dog sprinted after him. He led the dog away, leaving me to help the BurdockClan cat," he continued, slowly coming to a close with his story. "We waited together for Scarletdrift to come back and, amazingly, he had no injuries! Not a single scratch on his pelt. Even the cat from BurdockClan was okay."
[ tags: Feathertalon , jaybun! , Brownie ]
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Post by Sand on Apr 19, 2024 11:07:44 GMT -5
 Stormmask : dreams with Dappleswipe
Only a day before, Stormmask had gathered mullein and horsetail on her own. As far as herbs went, she had no qualms about them. However, her concern for Bubblingstar was growing, but she was still in awe of his leadership. Despite being unable to lead the clan outside of the camp, he was able to give tasks to cats. She noticed him giving Thrushfleck a task from the medicine cat's den which made her feel hopeful for the tom. Had his infection not festered so much, she would have let him return to his regular duties. Unfortunately, the ginger tom would have to wait some more.
Since the war had been declared, Stormmask had been hearing the voices of StarClan wherever she went. Whether she was trying to sleep or organize herbs, the voices were present. They were loud and intense whenever they would speak to her. The grey tabby couldn't help but listen to every word that she heard. War is dangerous, Stormmask, one voice would say. Another was full of battle cries, their growls and yowls causing the medicine cat to stare blankly ahead in fear. It caught her off guard every time. Was her faithfulness too much? She wondered if it was, although she was a medicine cat. One of her duties was to listen to her ancestors and that was what Stormmask was doing. But lately, the voices had grown fuzzy... it was hard to hear what they were trying to say. She asked Dappleswipe to join her on a patrol in hopes that the deputy would have some insight.
The overcast skies brought more uncertainty into Stormmask's mind. She was curious if the tortoiseshell molly would understand her predicament. Not every cat had the same luck as the grey tabby did; being able to communicate with StarClan was an honor, a gift. As she padded slowly alongside Dappleswipe, she let out a shaky sigh. "Dappleswipe, I have been having odd dreams lately. I've been hearing voices from StarClan," she mewed, glancing at the dark tortoiseshell with worry. "My dreams have been quite fuzzy, I will admit that. I was hoping you could help me figure them out. Only if you want to, of course."
[ tags: lazzylake
mentions: Bubblingstar - in awe of his leadership ]
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Post by Dew on Apr 19, 2024 17:23:44 GMT -5
Brightleaf - Training Patrol with Slatefoot (Feathertalon)Brightleaf was very happy that they weren't patrolling the Flowerclan border. Her pelt sparked uneasiness every time she was around that area, and border skirmishes were no fun. Sometimes unplanned attacks could be more harmful than planned ones. Brightleaf shook out her pelt, and looked to her sister. She looked troubled as well, and the tension was palpable in the air. Stupid Flowerclan, making us feel uneasy in our own territory!
Although, there must be Flowerclan cats that felt the same as them right? Scared, stressed? Maybe somecat that was related to her! Maybe it was like a family trait or.... What was that?! She looked around, and then glanced at Slatefoot again. ”I think we should leave, Brightleaf. If FlowerClan is around we may be better off with more warriors…”
"I agree, although it is unlikely that a Flowerclan patrol is out here, better safe than sorry" She said. Brightleaf took a step back with Slatefoot, her ears pinned back against her head. She swished her tail, then looked up at Slatefoot. "Let's go"
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Post by grimmreminder on Apr 19, 2024 18:38:02 GMT -5
[ *Pokes my head in* Hi I'm- pretty much new to this forum board and looking for a couple more rps to dip my toes into here. Clan gen is one of those games I have a LOT OF INTEREST in but it seems the available cats aren't fully updated? Unless they are ack?? Idk I just saw a couple that weren't claimed being used and was just wondering if there were actually some still available so I could snag one thanks! ]
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Post by Brownie on Apr 19, 2024 18:53:58 GMT -5
[ *Pokes my head in* Hi I'm- pretty much new to this forum board and looking for a couple more rps to dip my toes into here. Clan gen is one of those games I have a LOT OF INTEREST in but it seems the available cats aren't fully updated? Unless they are ack?? Idk I just saw a couple that weren't claimed being used and was just wondering if there were actually some still available so I could snag one thanks! ] hey! This rp is a little different than most, since the replies are prompted by the game and such, but if you like what you see in the last few pages, yeah there's characters open! The front page should be updated unless I made a mistake last time I did membership stuff. Thrushfleck and Stemriver are open to claim. I did the prompts for both of them this moon, because if the unclaimed characters have big events, I like them to have something rather than stay blank. That's why I don't claim any characters myself; I'm just here to fill in the gaps when needed. But they are both totally available! ]] |
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Post by grimmreminder on Apr 19, 2024 18:57:26 GMT -5
[ *Pokes my head in* Hi I'm- pretty much new to this forum board and looking for a couple more rps to dip my toes into here. Clan gen is one of those games I have a LOT OF INTEREST in but it seems the available cats aren't fully updated? Unless they are ack?? Idk I just saw a couple that weren't claimed being used and was just wondering if there were actually some still available so I could snag one thanks! ] hey! This rp is a little different than most, since the replies are prompted by the game and such, but if you like what you see in the last few pages, yeah there's characters open! The front page should be updated unless I made a mistake last time I did membership stuff. Thrushfleck and Stemriver are open to claim. I did the prompts for both of them this moon, because if the unclaimed characters have big events, I like them to have something rather than stay blank. That's why I don't claim any characters myself; I'm just here to fill in the gaps when needed. But they are both totally available! ]] [ It shows three as open so I wasn't quite sure! It does seem like a lot of fun and I am very interested in joining so I'll get that going shortly! ] |
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 19, 2024 19:59:16 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
training patrol with brightleaf - Dew
Relief deflated Slatefoot as her littermate agreed to turn and leave. It was unlikely that a FlowerClan patrol was this deep into their territory, but now wasn’t the time to chance it. Slatefoot liked to imagine that between her and Brightleaf they could handle a potential ambush, but the last thing Slatefoot wanted was getting her sister injured, or worse. FlowerClan was proving to be a formidable enemy, something the young warrior had come to reluctantly admit to. Just two young warriors fighting off an entire battle patrol wouldn’t turn out well for them.
Slatefoot turned on silent paws and began slinking through the undergrowth, a shadow among the greenery. Nothing was spoken until eventually she emerged from the fern fronds into a small clearing headed by a sentry of white pines. Slatefoot scanned the area momentarily, taking note of how birds continued to sing and squirrels could be heard scuttling about - if prey wasn’t on high alert then Slatefoot and Brightleaf should be safe here. The wind carried only the scent of crisp mountain air and warm sunshine. No enemy cat scent could be deciphered.
With a deep breath Slatefoot turned to her littermate. ”I never imagined I’d be so uneasy at the thought of battle,” she admitted to her sister, feeling like she could be open about her misgivings to Brightleaf. The two were close for the most part even if they had their fair share of sibling spats. Brightleaf was one of the many cats Slatefoot felt she could open up and speak honestly to. The more she thought about it the more she realized she was pretty open and honest to most of her Clanmates. Slatefoot had to admit she was still a little distant toward Hazelpelt, but mostly due to the fact that she hadn’t had any patrols with the former kittypet and hadn’t had time to truly introduce herself. She had seen Heavy spending time with Hazelpelt quite often in the last moon, so surely Hazelpelt was a fine friend to have.
”Brightleaf…” Slatefoot started slowly, bringing forth the question she had wanted to ask her littermate before the rustling had startled the two. ”Do you find it a little weird to be at war with FlowerClan? We’ve always been tense with one another, but…but we have kin across the border,” she murmured, voice hushed as if afraid another pair of ears was nearby. The last thing Slatefoot needed was a cat doubting her and Brightleaf’s loyalty to YewClan. Slatefoot was loyal, she’d give her life for her Clan, but something about knowing she had blood relatives in FlowerClan just had her stomach in knots and her mind in a raging storm that Slatefoot needed to quell. |
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Post by grimmreminder on Apr 19, 2024 21:16:34 GMT -5
Cat's name: Thrushfleck Description: Thrushfleck is a long furred red speckled tom with cream markings. The cream markings consist of mittens, an underbelly, and the entirety of his tail. He's nimble and skinny, a born and built hunter who took after his mother in more ways than he can truly count. What in him even resembles his father? A question he isn't sure of- as even his sky-blue eyes full of youth and vigor were inherited from Heavy. He lets his intuition guide him through life, reflecting on the lessons instilled in him by his mentor and parents, not wanting to let ANYTHING happen to anyone under his watch like the accident that befell heavy. That being said, he interacts with others with cheer and optimism, wishing to keep everyone happy and on their toes. with his playful antics. He wants to see the good in people, trying to place himself in the metaphorical shoes of others even if his assumptions are.. entirely wrong. Its not that he doesn't have his downtrodden moments, or that he can't sense when he isn't wanted, but he's a people pleaser at heart. He doesn't wish to see others down, acting as an emotional rock for his mother and siblings. His position as older brother is a role he is very proud in. -Grimmreminder I understand that my cats will eventually die during the course of the game. I understand that while I may influence my character's actions and relationships, the game's random events will ultimately decide my cat's fate.  [ Tadaaaa there we go. ] |
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