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Post by Sand on Jun 24, 2024 14:20:14 GMT -5
 Stormmask : Moss with Hazelpelt (moon 55)
Stormmask couldn't help but brighten up at Hazelpelt's chirp. It was cute and something she hadn't heard much of lately. Even if she didn't know Hazelpelt that well, she thought that the former kittypet was enthusiastic compared to some of her clanmates. As the two padded onwards, Stormmask kept her focus on a nearby tall beech tree. It usually had plenty of moss covering it, so the healer was confident it would offer what the clan needed.
But something distracted the dark grey tabby she-cat– a compliment from Hazelpelt. Her fur burnt with surprise and a tad bit of embarrassment. Stormmask glanced down at her paws briefly before looking at the cinnamon tabby. "Thank you a lot, Hazelpelt," she told her. "I really appreciate it. You've been a great warrior escort!"
Once they arrived at the base of the beech tree, the medicine cat noticed something bizarre yet disappointing. Usually, Stormmask could find a good amount of moss here. It appeared that an animal had rooted and destroyed it entirely. There was nothing left of the moss, not a single clump for YewClan to take. "Foxdung! It looks like we won't be collecting any moss," she mewed, irritated by their findings. Stormmask let out a long sigh before turning towards Hazelpelt. "Let's head back to camp. There's no use in gathering moss when there isn't any to be gathered."
[ tags: @/jaybun ]
Stormmask : giving Cinderdapple a task (moon 55)
Before the two cats lay burdock and oak leaves. Thankfully, both were quite fresh and wouldn't dry out for a moon or two, if they were lucky. Stormmask took her paw and picked up a piece of burdock which had dark leaves, black roots, and a tall stemmed thistle. "This is burdock. It has a bitter taste," she explained before continuing on. She set the burdock down and carefully lifted up an oak leaf, brown in color. Its scalloped edges were quite obvious to Stormmask. "And this is an oak leaf. The oak leaves can go into the very bottom right hole. The burdock goes in the top left hole," she mewed as indicated each storage part with her paws.
When Cinderdapple asked about her own runny nose, Stormmask was surprised. She hadn't treated the young warrior politely a moon ago, so she secretly wondered why Cinderdapple wanted anything to do with her at all. Nonetheless, she needed help and Cinderdapple needed some herbs. "I'm not sure yet. I hope not, but leafbare is right around the corner. Hopefully StarClan will be kind and we won't have a terrible bout of greencough," the dark grey tabby responded. She shook her head at her next question. "No, not yet. It's not that bothersome."
Stormmask went silent and began organizing the herbs, giving Cinderdapple some burdock and oak leaves for her to sort. It wasn't long until she and the grey and white warrior were finished with their task. "Thanks for the help, Cinderdapple," she mewed gratefully to her.
[ tags: @/lemonshortbread ]
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Post by Sand on Jun 24, 2024 14:31:58 GMT -5
ay you can still put 'em up~ I ended up doing the moon a bit early so I can go outside and enjoy the not boiling weather ^^ and yeah, redcough apparently has a 1/3 chance to kill a cat every moon, and can last up to 40 moons. I don't actually know how the game decides when to heal a cat? Unless an illness always lasts its maximum duration? in which case he'd have to roll the 1/3 40 times which is just crazy. Also that means that starvation has a 0 mortality rate but lasts 100 moons so their entire life? Idk. there aren't many resources on how the actual mechanics of the game, unfortunately. I could probably dig around in the code or maybe they'd have better annotations on the github ]] [ thank you! enjoy the weather as much as you can! <3 I'm tempted to dig around in the code when it comes to certain illnesses or murder. I'd like to know how many times it rolls the dice (die?? idk) because I'm not familiar with any type of dice system. I wouldn't be surprised if they have more on github or at least I'd hope they would. ] |
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Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 24, 2024 15:25:03 GMT -5
Heavy »
boasting loudly & hunting patrol with cinderdapple - lemonshortbread
& slatefoot
Heavy had never been the type of cat to boast about her accomplishments or sing the song of her achievements. She had always been the type to stand on the sidelines, to not speak aloud about anything she managed to win. It wasn’t that she often failed in her tasks throughout the day, but mostly due to her silent insecurities that lay just beneath the surface of her calico painted pelt. As she grew older and more experienced, her insecurities became less and less, but they were still there, and she was sure they would always be there, just underneath the surface. If she had yet to shake them off now, then she doubted she ever would be able to, but for once, just for today, she felt an eruption of ego explode through her. A prideful rooster was crowing in her chest, and she just had to let it out. Maybe it was due in part that she was patrolling with her daughter and her foster daughter Cinderdapple, or maybe today, despite the spattering of rain and crisp breeze, was just the day she needed to let her accomplishments be known.
The senior warrior puffed her chest out, walking confidently on all four limbs. She recalled her first seasons living among YewClan, how moving easily had been impossible. Long gone were those days, but they had always humbled the swift-footed molly, would always remain a reminder to her for her to always cherish what she now had. ”I still can’t believe I managed to have that BurdockClan cat running with his tail between his legs! He was a brute of a tom,” the calico recalled, her mind flashing back to the image of the large black and white tomcat that had tried his luck at stalking a mouse just inside the YewClan boundary. He looked something fierce, an experienced and seasoned warrior in his own right, and usually Heavy would have looked the other way, not daring to start a fight she didn’t think she could win, but leaf-fall was in full swing. Leaf-bare would come soon enough. If there ever was a time to defend her Clan’s borders and prey, it was now.
It had been easy getting the upper paw. Heavy was sure she had only managed to slip underneath the other cat’s radar due to his intense focus on the mouse. With a powerful leap she had grappled the tom and pinned him down before he even realized what had hit him; the mouse gone and his cover blown, a good swipe to the ears had the bi-colored warrior scrambling to get away. Hopefully she had given the tom enough of a scare that he wouldn’t be seen in YewClan territory anymore - besides, YewClan was at peace with all of its neighbors. No cat had any reason to begin doubting others.
Slatefoot »
hunting patrol with heavy & cinderdapple - lemonshortbread & gives advice to cinderdapple
The weather was patchy, switching between faint sunlight escaping through thin clouds to those thin clouds growing thicker and fuller, spitting out drops of rain here and there. The leaves changing colors and drying up as they fell onto the ground and the chill in the air was enough of a warning to the cats of YewClan. It was more important than ever to hunt for the Clan and provide enough prey to plumpen themselves up just enough to get them through the impending leaf-bare. Yet despite the harsh season on its way and the less than cheerful weather, Slatefoot was rather content. Her sense of dread from last moon had finally passed and now she was on a hunting patrol with Cinderdapple and Heavy, her own mother. How long had it been since she had last been assigned to a patrol with her mother? She was also pretty excited to be patrolling alongside Cinderdapple; while she was as much of a warrior as Slatefoot, the rosette-splashed molly was still her senior, and in such, she could show her a thing or two about hunting patrols.
Yet before she could show off some sage wisdom she had learned over the moons, Heavy spoke up; Slatefoot’s gaze brightened as she eyed her mother, taking notice of how puffed out and proud the calico appeared. Slatefoot’s whiskers twitched with amusement. It looked as if Slatefoot wasn’t the only warrior who felt cheerful this moon despite the weather.
Slatefoot’s own chest puffed out as her head raised higher and her tail swept upward. A cheeky grin exposed her fangs in the dim lighting, a flash of yellowish-white in the otherwise gloomy backdrop of rain. ”I bet all you had to do was get that tom in the thicket, or was he already?”
Heavy turned her blue gaze over onto Slatefoot, stance still boastful. ”I mean, he already was pretty close to denser forest, but even then, he was a large tom. I bet even Scarletdrift would have had a hard time chasing him off in his prime.”
Laughter bubbled out from Slatefoot, the younger molly’s tail quivering happily. She leaned forward to nudge Cinderdapple, eyes bright. ”BurdockClan has some woods in their territory, but it’s mostly just open fallow. Get them in some thick leaves and bushes and they’re as lost as a bluejay without its wings,” she told the younger molly. This was something Thrushfleck had more than likely explained to Cinderdapple before, but on the off chance her brother had forgotten to impart such knowledge onto his apprentice, Slatefoot was here to gladly inform her. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 24, 2024 15:26:56 GMT -5
Heavy »
bumps into frozenlaurel - Brownie
& checks on stormmask - Sand
A new cat had been brought into YewClan’s camp, limp and barely clinging on to life. Hazy-minded and ill with redcough, the Clan had been unable to even get him to tell them his name. The Clan had started referring to him simply as Red, mostly due to the russet coloring of his pelt, though Heavy also felt that his diagnosis of redcough had played a part in the nickname as well. She felt somewhat attached to the ill cat in that aspect - she had been brought back to camp in a similar state, so out of it and in pain that she had been unable to give her rescuers her name. They had decided to call her Heavy, and when she had finally snapped back into consciousness, the calico had been too uneasy, too unsure, to correct them. It had been odd at first to hear other cats refer to her as Heavy instead of Katydid, her loner name, but over time she had grown accustomed to such a name. Now she had lived longer as Heavy than she ever had as Katydid, and with a particular fondness she carried her Clan name with pride and love. She had to wonder if this same scenario would play out for Red, or would he decide to correct the Clan cats and tell them his actual name.
If he made it.
Heavy knew quite a bit about yellowcough and greencough, yet redcough she knew little to nothing about. Compared to the names of yellowcough and greencough, redcough sounded much worse, much harder to recover from. Unease pricked at her pelt like sharp nettles. The calico knew she wouldn’t be able to rest easy until she had spoken with Stormmask about the newcomer’s outcome, and another part of her had to simply check in and see how the medicine cat was doing. Was she well? Had she been taking care of herself? She had Shadepatch to help her with sick cats now, but Heavy knew from experience that healers tended to put their patients well before themselves.
This task in mind, the calico warrior started her short trek to the medicine cat den; in her eagerness to get there, she didn’t register just how close Frozenlaurel was in her path. Brushing against the tom in a harder motion than just a friendly bump, the calico paused in her journey, eyes rounding with apology. ”So sorry about that, Frozenlaurel! I was in such a hurry I didn’t notice you.” Heavy leaned forward to press her nose against the tom’s ear, silently apologizing in a nonverbal gesture. She had never known the former kittypet to have a temper or get angry easily. She was sure he would brush this accident off and the two could laugh about it later, but she wanted to cover her bases. The last thing Heavy wanted was a Clanmate getting agitated with her for not paying attention.
--- [ frozen and heavy scene is still open, but using this as a slight timeskip to get to heavy & storm’s scene as well ] ---
After her conversation with Frozenlaurel, Heavy continued on her way to the medicine cat den. Peeking her head inside, the calico blinked, adjusting her eyes to the dimness. The all too familiar scents of herbs wrapped around her, a blanket of memory bringing her warmth. The comfort was mixed with uneasiness. Unfortunately the herbs could only cover up the scent of illness by so much.
Muscles taut and worry clear upon her features, the calico slipped the rest of her body inside the den. ”Stormmask?” She called; surely the gray tabby was nearby. Stormmask had never been one to leave ill patients if she could help it. |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Jun 24, 2024 21:15:27 GMT -5
 stormshade1 Mistleheart (Spends time with Whorlkit and ends up understanding him better +, Is surprised Blizzardkit acts more mature than expected +++) Mistleheart was given time off her warrior duties this sunrise. She thought about what she wanted to do in this time, and she decided to visit the nursery! Mistleheart loved her Clanmates to death, and that especially included the kits of the Clan. With her head up high, she padded towards the nursery, where there was the sounds of squeaks and mewlings, and crawled inside. Mistleheart's heart swelled with joy at the sight of three kits. Whorlkit was running around the whole nursery like he normally did. Mistleheart walked up to him and spoke. " Hello Whorlkit, how are you?" She chirped at him. " You are adorable by the way!" The white and gray furred she-cat noticed that the tiny ginger brown tom gave a small hiss. But then, he came up to her and rubbed her with his cheeks. Mistleheart purred with delight! She spent some time with him, rubbing her cheeks back against his tiny ginger body. He is such an adorable kit! I hope he grows up to be a great warrior and respect the Warrior Code and his ancestors!Finally, she let go off him. Mistleheart padded up to the white she-kit with a brown patch over one eye, Blizzardkit. There was maturity in her voice as she greeted him. Mistleheart was very surprised by this, and let out a mrrow of laughter! " Wow, you act older than a kit for your age! That's amazing, Blizzardkit!" Still laughing, she stepped back and looked at all of the kits at once. " I'm is going now to do my warrior duties! Good bye Blizzardkit, Foxkit, and Whorlkit!" Mistleheart grinned as she crawled out of the nursery, still grinning about their mischievous ways.
jaybun! grimmreminder stormshade1 Mistleheart ( Saw a pair of Twolegs on patrol, border patrol with Hazelpelt, Thrushfleck, and Pondspeckle) Mistleheart was asked to go on a border patrol with Hazelpelt, Thrushfleck, and Pondspeckle by the deputy, Dappleswipe. She obeyed her, following Hazelpelt that was the leader of the patrol out into the forest along with the other two cats. Mistleheart was still uneasy by the rustling of the leaves of leaf-fall, but now there were barely any leaves left on the top of the deciduous leaves, so she was less scared. Suddenly, with a jolt, Mistleheart heard the yapping voices of two Twolegs in the woods! Two Twolegs came out from the bushes in the distance, a Twoleg tom and a she-Twoleg, holding each other in their arms, and then kissing each other, before disappearing into the bushes again. Mistleheart stared at the spot where they kissed, frozen with fear and hackles raised. How did in the name of StarClan did TWOLEG MATES get in our forest?!But they were gone now, and Mistleheart must move on again. She suddenly saw that she was left behind again by the other cats! Then white-furred warrior ran up and caught back up with the rest of the cats, panting. She calmed down in front of the three cats, lowering her hackles. " Sorry everyone I got left behind.... There were two Twolegs in our territory, and they were mates!" After a short pause, Mistleheart carried on walking with the other cats to the border of YewClan's territory. The smell of forest filled the white she-cat's nose, and the birds chirped in the trees above her. Suddenly, the foresty smell was replaced with a scent of a sickly loner! Mistleheart knew there was no mistaking it, and she turned around to face the other patrolling cats. " Hazelpelt, Thrushfleck and Pondspeckle, I can smell a sickly loner in the forest! Lets look for them and help them!" Mistleheart flattened her ears when she can hear the sickly cat hacking.
 lemonshortbread Whorlkit (Being visited by Mistleheart, Wishes other cats stop babying him, and tells a secret to Cinderdapple, only for her to not take it seriously -) Whorlkit was standing quite still in the nursery, thinking about how the other visiting cats treat him. Recently, her father, Bubblingstar, and the deputy, Dappleswipe visited him in the nursery. Bubblingstar seemed to not take him seriously being the best future warrior in the Clan. The black-furred deputy was only amused about the thorns in her nest three moons, and was not upset. Whorlkit remembered being frustrated when she repaid his boasting about being the best warrior, by giving him a bath and licking him clean! That was the last thing that the tiny ginger brown tom wanted! He wanted to be treated like he was the best cat in the forest, and not a helpless little kit! He wished the other Clan cats to stop babying him, and start treating him as he was something special by StarClan. Yes, his father, Bubblingstar has taught the little tom about the warrior ancestors that watches the Clan cats' every pawsteps. To help ease his frustrations, Whorlkit started running around in the nursery again. He wanted to clear his head about the fact was just a kit, and not anyone special. He didn't even notice pawsteps approaching the nursery again and continued running around as a warrior named Mistleheart crawled into the nursery to see him and his littermates. " Hello Whorlkit, how are you?" the white and gray she-cat meowed " You are adorable by the way!" How dare you say that, Mistleheart?! I'm not adorable and a helpless little kit!Whorlkit gave a small his, flattening his tiny ears before brushing it off. She apparantly noticed his hiss. I'm supposed to forget about this!He warmed up to her, and walked up to the warrior, and rubbed his tiny cheeks on her white chest. He started purring as he spend some time with Mistleheart, a warm and lovely she-cat. After a while, he and Mistleheart seperated, and she spent some time with his sister, Blizzardkit before leaving. Whorlkit started running around in the nursery again, his tiny heart beating fast. This time, he noticed pawsteps approaching the nursery again. He paused when a different and younger she-cat entered the nursery. This she-cat's name was Cinderdapple, and the most striking thing about her appearance was her owl-like face. " Hello Owl-Face!" Squeaked Whorlkit " Did you know that I was chosen by StarClan to be the best ever warrior of YewClan when I grow up?! Yes, it is true!'" |
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 25, 2024 2:47:57 GMT -5
[[ uh Sand, which of us is gonna start the herb patrol with Shade and Storm, like I have no clue please ]] |
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 25, 2024 10:33:57 GMT -5
 Shadepatch - Herb Gathering with Stormmask (Sand )-Shadepatch was on herb gathering patrol with Stormmask, and she was happy to be able to work with her former mentor again. The moon so far had scattered rain, and some light rain had stopped not long before the two medicine cats went to gather herbs. Shadepatch could hear birdsong, recognising quite a lot of blackbirds singing, and some wind murmuring through the leaffall trees.Shadepatch decided to start a conversation, it had been a while since she and Stormmask had worked together. "So, how have you been doing lately, Stormmask?" She asked, seeming to have a lot of things to say from her tone of voice.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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Post by stormshade1 on Jun 25, 2024 10:58:25 GMT -5
ay you can still put 'em up~ I ended up doing the moon a bit early so I can go outside and enjoy the not boiling weather ^^ and yeah, redcough apparently has a 1/3 chance to kill a cat every moon, and can last up to 40 moons. I don't actually know how the game decides when to heal a cat? Unless an illness always lasts its maximum duration? in which case he'd have to roll the 1/3 40 times which is just crazy. Also that means that starvation has a 0 mortality rate but lasts 100 moons so their entire life? Idk. there aren't many resources on how the actual mechanics of the game, unfortunately. I could probably dig around in the code or maybe they'd have better annotations on the github ]] There's an official Google spreadsheet with all the conditions/illnesses but idk if I'm allowed to link it Apparently redcough lasts 50 moons without the right herbs and 40 with, and the herbs it uses are Lungwort, Mullein, Tansy, Plantain, Juniper, Ragwort, Poppy and Moss Also for anyone interested, it goes running nose/kittencough -> whitecough -> green cough -> yellowcough -> redcough |
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Post by stormshade1 on Jun 25, 2024 11:03:52 GMT -5
Brownie would it be godmodding if I said what Red did? 'cause he's unclaimed
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Post by stormshade1 on Jun 25, 2024 11:08:39 GMT -5
 Pondspeckle
Sick Cat (jaybun! , Sapphirejas , grimmreminder )
Pondspeckle followed Hazelpelt through the forest. Two more Clanmates were beside him. They were patrolling the borders, but they hadn’t gotten to the actual border yet. Suddenly, they stopped. Pondspeckle sniffed the air, and immediately froze. He could smell cat. Not a YewClan one, nor PlumClan, BurdockClan or FlowerClan. It was a loner, and he reeked of the foul scent of sickness. Pondspeckle parted the bushes where the scent was coming from, and he saw an old, red rosetted loner collapsed, barely breathing. He barely opened his eyes, and let out a whimper. He lifted his head slightly, but then fell back down. And Pondspeckle knew he had to save this cat, and he, along with the rest of the patrol lifted the cat up and carried him back to camp.
Only later did he wonder if he had put himself and the rest of the Clan at risk by bringing back this cat that the rest of the Clan called Red. Again. Would he regret this later? He hoped not.
 Blizzardkit
Surprised by attention (jaybun! )
“I’m boreeeddddd” Blizzardkit complained, drawing out the last word. She had already been told to stay far, far away from the medicine den. But the smell of the new cat that the patrol had brought in.
She was surprised when her father came over. She was longing for attention, and now it had come to her. She lapped it up eagerly, but was upset when he left. She scooted closer to the medicine den, and peeked inside. Blizzardkit saw a cat! That’s what she expected. He looked old, almost as old as Scarletdrift. She was somewhat intimidated by this strange tom, and when he moved she almost jumped into the air.
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Jun 25, 2024 11:24:35 GMT -5
Drizzlemimic- Sparring with Frozenlaurel and Hayfeather Drizzlemimic reluctantly followed his clan mates to the training grounds, as the three prepared for a training session. However, the young tom was not too enthusiastic about today’s patrol. On top of the fact that he hadn’t slept well tonight, he also felt that training wasn’t what he should be doing now. He wasn’t an apprentice anymore! He has a full fledged warrior, who should either be hunting for the clan or patrolling its borders, ready for battle. Last moon he avoided a potentially dangerous encounter with PlumClan, so why did he still need to be trained? Did his clan mates not consider him strong enough? If he had to train, he might as well prove himself by taking initiative. Despite the fact that the cats on patrol with him were older and more experienced, Drizzlemimic tried to take charge. He walked to the middle of the training grounds and started shouting orders “Alright, Frozenlaurel, let’s start with something simple. Try to knock me off my feet! Hayfeather, you can stand back and learn. I’ll be testing you next, so watch carefully!”. Drizzlemimic- Is sad he never got to meet Frostfleck/Talks to Shadepatch Drizzlemimic sat in camp eating a squirrel, by himself. A lot has been going on in the clan recently, and rumors have started spreading that Bubblingstar is planning on retiring soon. A thought clouded Drizzlemimic’s mind, which he had to quickly chase away. But no matter how hard he wanted to deny it, it was true: he wanted to be deputy. Realistically speaking, there was no way for him to not only get an apprentice, but to also become a trusted enough warrior to also be chosen as the clans second in command before the leader retires. He reminded himself that he was loyal to his clan, above all. He must put aside his ambitions. Still, he wondered if, maybe, in the distant future, he had a chance? As Drizzlemimic continued to think, he started remembering stories of the deputies before Dappleswipe. He remembered one name: Frostfleck. He had heard great things about this cat, and maybe, she could give some wisdom to him in the present. While there were many cats he could ask, especially those who knew her in life, he decided to ask the medicine cat, Shadepatch, about it. Surely her connection with StarClan could aid him in finding out about his past clan mates. Drizzlemimic walked up to the medicine den and immediately asked “Hey, Shadepatch, I was just wondering if you have gotten any dreams from StarClan recently. Maybe from Frostfleck..?”. He quickly realized he sounded awfully strange in his manner of speech. “I’m sorry. It’s just that… I’ve heard so many great things about her… And I thought maybe… you might have heard something from her.”. Tagging whispering Brownie cometchaos OOC: (Sorry guys I’m not too proud of these but it’s the best I can do between exams) |
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Post by Sand on Jun 25, 2024 11:39:50 GMT -5
Stormmask : a long time with Shadepatch + hearing StarClan's voices
It felt like it had been moons since Stormmask last patrolled with Shadepatch. As the two traipsed through YewClan's territory, she pondered about information she wanted to share with the tortoiseshell. Lately, the grey tabby had heard StarClan cats' voices in her sleep and sometimes when she was working. It was concerning her day after day; maybe Shadepatch would have some insight.
As soon as she heard her former apprentice's voice, Stormmask snapped back to the present. "I have been well and I feel much better than last moon– thank StarClan that my runny nose is gone. But I have been hearing the voices of StarClan cats," she replied with a perplexed look on her face. It was obvious that Stormmask was a bit distracted. "What about you, Shadepatch? Anything new?"
[ tags: cometchaos ]
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Post by whispering on Jun 25, 2024 13:17:31 GMT -5
Life had made a big turn for Hayfeather the past few moons. The gray feline had been happier than he'd ever been. A cloud of uncertainty hung over his pelt, one he had never quite been able to put his paw on. Until the last moon. The moment he'd figured it out: when he learned who he was. During his first solo walk since the rogue attack, a new light shone inside of Hayfeather as he realized that she-cat didn't totally resonate with him. He wasn't sure it had for a long while. And, after confiding in his father and expressing these feelings to his clanmates, a relief washed over the tabby tom.
Every morning, he woke full of joy and purring uncontrollably in his content. He fulfilled his duties with a new sense of purpose and determination. He was Hayfeather! There was no better cat to be than himself, living in his truth and figuring out who he was.
Now, the young cat padded after their father, and one of the clan's newest warriors Drizzlemimic. A gentle rain fell, and Hayfeather had to fluff out their gray fur to protect from the chill. Leaf-bare was on its way. He longed for the warm days of greenleaf, basking in the sun and running through the green forest. Now, everything was cold. And the forest floor was littered with dead leaves, the limbs of every tree and bush growing bare.
But that did not refrain the tom from remaining content. He was grateful to even be here, amongst his clanmates.
Ahead of him, he heard Drizzlemimic barking orders as they arrived at the training center. Hayfeather snorted, "Yeah right. You stand back and learn, let the real warriors take over." True, he was only a few moons older than Drizzlemimic, but he would not let the gray tom believe he was superior.
"Frozenlaurel and I have loads of experience over you." Many scars dotted along Hayfeather's pelt whereas the younger warrior had none.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jun 25, 2024 20:30:04 GMT -5
 Cinderdapple
Hunting Patrol | w/ Heavy & Slatefoot Feathertalon
Cinderdapple's hunting idea
Cinderdapple was surprised to find herself on hunting duties again after the last...incident. Thankfully, it seemed that neither Slatefoot nor Pondspeckle had made enough of a fuss about it to Dappleswipe to keep her from hunting as a punishment for attempting to kill prey across a border. If either of them had told the deputy, thankfully, they seemed to leave that part out. This was also her first hunting patrol with Slatefoot again since then so perhaps if Cinderdapple did well enough today it would make Slatefoot forget about the last moon. It was difficult to know if anyone else thought about it as much as she did. The young warrior could still remember how long it took to groom all of the wood, stickers, and other bush materials out of her pelt.
The forest was much calmer today though. No matter how hard she strained her ears to listen, it seemed impossible to pick up more than faint scuffles from burrows. It must be the impending rain keeping the forest creatures in their cozy shelters, which Cinderdapple could sympathize with. She hated being wet, and with each drop of rain that rolled down the leaves above, she would twitch her ear or tail to flick the droplets away. Cinderdapple was trying to make herself focus on the words of her adoptive mother instead to not let the water bother her as much as it did. "Considering our sparring match not long ago, I can only imagine how tough you were then!" She purred. Heavy was never boastful enough in Cinderdapple's mind. She was incredibly emotionally resilient and loyal, which was certainly worth celebrating along with all of her other accomplishments.
Cinderdapple turned her green eyes toward Slatefoot at feeling a nudge. Slatefoot was Heavy's biological daughter, and not Cinderdapple's adopted littermate either - they were several seasons apart. Still, she felt a bond towards the other rosette-patterned warrior and always held hope that Slatefoot had viewed her as kin too. "You know, I've never really considered that!" Cinderdapple mewed as she glanced at the slightly older warrior, "But it makes sense, the undergrowth can be...troublesome." She felt her pelt grow warm at embarrassment again, Slatefoot's advice was clearly sound - Cinderdapple just happened to learn the hard way. She had to change the subject. The patrol had yet to catch a single thing and the forest prey was not going to come out later if the rain picked up from light sprinkling. Time was of the essence.
The fluffy gray and white molly flicked her tail as she pondered what to do to expedite this and get back to the warmth of the warriors den. Her green eyes looked around the forest for inspiration before she slowed to a halt with an idea. Cinderdapple continued to look out into the forest as she spoke, "I have a feeling we won't catch much of anything with all of the prey looking for cover from the storm coming up." She turned her gaze back towards Slatefoot and Heavy, "I know it sounds far fetched, but what if we try to lure the prey out? Certainly they must be hungry from hiding all afternoon. We could leave some of the acorns and things that they eat at the entrance to their dens or at the bottom of trees and wait for them, like a two-leg trap." It might be cowardly to tempt the rodents with food to coax them out, but with leaf-bare approaching, if YewClan was hit with a difficult snow season it was all the more important to put on as much weight as possible now.
[OOC: sorry for a later response, work has been crazy. i fell asleep at 8pm yesterday  ]
Cinderdapple
Healers' Den | w/ Stormmask Sand
Cinderdapple's runny nose is finally gone
Promises she means the best for Stormmask
It was a relief that the runny nose Cinderdapple had been struggling with for 2 moons was finally gone. After frequenting the healers' den and bothering Stormmask probably more often than the dark tabby would like, her recommendations had worked. She couldn't help but feel a little odd and rude though to stop visiting with Stormmask at all once her nose had sorted itself out especially since Stormmask was also struggling with the same problem since Cinderdapple saw her last moon. Maybe I'll bring her something to cheer her up Cinderdapple thought to herself. She had just gotten back from a hunting patrol with Slatefoot and Heavy, and the number of squirrels they caught was rather impressive, maybe Stormmask would appreciate some food. The young warrior picked up a squirrel between her jaws and made her way to the healers' den. Stormmask must have been busy with the newcomer, Red, everyone called him for his pelt and maybe for his unfortunate condition. If he did have an appetite, Cinderdapple figured there was enough meat on this squirrel to share between them.
Rather than hover at the entrance like how she normally did, the gray and white molly entered the den and laid the squirrel at her own paws, wrapping her fluffy tail around her forepaws before speaking. She looked over at Stormmask and called out to her to get her attention, "Hey Stormmask, just thought I'd come by and say hi." Cinderdapple greeted, pushing the squirrel forward a mouse-length or so towards the healer, "Slatefoot, Heavy and I just caught some squirrels so I thought I'd bring you one. How's your runny nose?" She glanced at Red momentarily, hesitant to ask about his condition in front of him in the event he could hear Cinderdapple talking about him. She could ask about the poor tom later, out of earshot. If Stormmask's runny nose had not cleared up, she could only imagine its from the stress of looking after a newcomer during a difficult season.
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Cinderdapple
Nursery | w/ Whorlkit @sstormshade1
Cinderdapple doesn't take Whorlkit seriously
A ruckus in the nursery caught Cinderdapple's attention from the clearing, perhaps it was nothing, maybe just one of Bubblingstar's kits but the young warrior figured she should at least look. She had not spoken to Bubblingstar's kits much at all. She did not ignore their existence, and acknowledged them when they were nearby, but Cinderdapple could not lie, their little egos got under her skin. Being the leader's kits - even if they were half-clan - was bound to give anyone a big head, and not just because kittens literally have big heads...
Cinderdapple padded up to the nursery with her head cocked to the side and dark green eyes narrowed in curiosity as she got closer. When Whorlkit stepped out of the dust though in front of her and the ruckus stopped, it was clear he was the cause. She was going to simply walk away after discovering who was causing all of the noise while some of the grown cats were trying to catch the last rays of sun during leaf-fall, herself included, but Cinderdapple was compelled to stay when Whorlkit addressed her incorrectly. ...Owlface? I don't look like an owl! Her eyes remained narrow but now in disdain instead of curiosity. She knew that Whorlkit knew her name and refusing to use it was disrespectful.
Before she could correct him, Whorlkit continued with some made up dream about StarClan. As if StarClan would ever say something like that! They may know some things, and guide the healers, but Cinderdapple wasn't convinced they knew the fate of every cat. No, to be the greatest warrior of YewClan that was completely up to the individual, Whorlkit hasn't worked for anything. Cinderdapple felt herself bristling in annoyance, but she knew it wasn't worth arguing with him. A grown warrior should not argue with a kit. "My name isn't 'Owlface'. Don't call me that again." Cinderdapple mewed crossly, completely ignoring his statement about his 'destiny'.
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 26, 2024 1:05:46 GMT -5
Shadepatch - Herb Gathering with Stormmask (Sand )-"I've been good. Also my brain is telling me to tell you about this tradition that Burdockclan had so I'm gonna do that now. It's just that when a Medicine Cat gets their full name, they get to have a Plant Accesory because it's a tradition. That's how traditions work," She said, pausing for a second, before seeming to remember something, "Also, I wonderif any of Bubblingstar's kits will want to become healers? And if so, I'm curious who would be the mentor!" A leaf fell on Shadepatch's head, and then it just sat there without Shadepatch seeming to notice.
[[ OOC: Please help I can only think of what to write for the patrol please ]]
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Jun 26, 2024 7:41:31 GMT -5
Drizzlemimic- Sparring with Hayfeather and Frozenlaurel Drizzlemimic hesitated for a bit; Hayfeather was not only older than him, but also more skilled and experienced. He didn’t want to start a fight, not just because Hayfeather was his clan mate, but also since he knew he would lose. He pondered for a bit on what to say. Should he challenge him? Should he apologize to him? Drizzlemimic wondered if they even considered him inferior before, or if these were just his own insecurities showing. Maybe not even Drizzlemimic thought of himself as a true warrior yet. The grey tom quickly chased those thoughts away and returned to reality. He tried to think of something clever to say to Hayfeather, but nothing came to mind. He muttered something to himself and continued the sparring session. Drizzlemimic kept an annoyed expression on his face the whole time, and was visibly performing worse than usual. On their way back to camp, waves of guilt started hitting Drizzlemimic. He felt bad for acting so pompous and confident, and for disrespecting older warriors. He decided he had to make things right. He slowly walked up to Hayfeather and said: “Hayfeather, I’m sorry for today… I shouldn’t have been so overconfident. It’s just that… I just feel like I constantly have to prove myself. Not just because I’m half clan, but also because I feel like others don’t think of me as an actual warrior.”. He looked down in embarrassment and continued apologizing. “That might be my own insecurity talking, I don’t know. The point is, I don’t want you to think that’s who I am. I know you’re a great warrior and you seem to have everything figured out. I guess I was just mad that I’m not… more like you.”. Tagging whispering Brownie |
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Post by Sand on Jun 26, 2024 14:28:39 GMT -5
Stormmask : talking with Heavy
Since Red's arrival, Stormmask hadn't left her den unless it was to gather herbs. She was clearly concerned with the cat's condition, that being redcough. Not many cats survived it due to the severity and how it could weaken one's body. Red's throat had large white patches in it which usually didn't bother Stormmask. To her, it was normal for an ill cat. After all, many cats who got greencough developed the same patches. However, she knew it was likely that he would suffer for a moon or two and then pass away, which seemed even more tragic.
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't heard Heavy's pawsteps. The sound of the calico's voice was delayed and muffled for Stormmask. As she turned away from Red's nest, she spotted the senior warrior. "Heavy?" she meowed in surprise, her silver eyes wide. "Is something wrong? You're not sick, are you?"
[ tags: Feathertalon ]
Stormmask : talking with Cinderdapple
While Shadepatch was busy, Stormmask had just returned from gathering betony and plantain. She slipped into the healers' den, quickly setting the herbs down by the herb storage for them to be sorted. She was about to sit down, but the sound of Cinderdapple's voice and pawsteps kept her on her toes. Her silver gaze layed on the young warrior, who had brought a fresh squirrel with her. "Cinderdapple, hi!" she greeted with a dip of her head before she gazed at the squirrel hungrily.
Stormmask hadn't eaten in what felt like ages, but the fresh prey was looking quite appetizing right now. She wouldn't be able to eat all of it at once though. It felt like a waste to let it sit and turn into crowfood in her den. "Looks like you three had a great hunt! I'd love to if you're willing to join me," she meowed, hoping that her offer wasn't too much. "Thankfully, it's gone. Your runny nose is gone too, right?"
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Stormmask : herb gathering with Shadepatch
Stormmask listened to Shadepatch as she rambled on about one of BurdockClan's traditions. It was one she wasn't too familiar with and one that YewClan would not adopt. They could make their own traditions, not borrow one from another clan.
"That's interesting," Stormmask commented as she veered towards the edge of the woods, not far from a nearby border. The grey tabby she-cat blinked once before noticing the leaf that sat atop her former apprentice's head. "There's a leaf on your head. Do you want me to remove it?" she pointed out, tempted to push it off for Shadepatch.
The realization of Bubblingstar's kits age dawned on Stormmask rapidly. They would be apprentices soon though Shadepatch had a good point– what if one of them wanted to be a medicine cat? "Ah, Bubblingstar's kits! Well, if any of them are interested in healing, I suppose you could mentor one of them. Would you want an apprentice, Shadepatch?" she mewed, her gaze lingering on her fellow medicine cat.
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 Spottedfur : recalling stories about Frostfleck, thinks Heavy is kind & talking to Cinderdapple
Spottedfur lay outside of the elders' den as the scattered rain dappled his pelt. His mind was stuck on the past, specifically Frostfleck. Despite his old age, he could remember her pretty well and her sister, Beesong. They were Scarletdrift's only kits, ones that should be still living.
But that didn't stop him from recalling stories about her. He remembered one time that Frostfleck, Dappleswipe (then Dapplepaw), and himself went out to the BurdockClan border. They had scented a badger and waited all day to inform the BurdockClan patrol that it had finally come by. Another time, Frostfleck led a patrol with Spottedfur, Beesong, and Scarletdrift to chase off a trespassing rogue. With their numbers, the four were able to defeat the trespasser easily. Plus, The orange tabby was the one who stole Stemriver from FlowerClan as an apprentice! That was no feat in itself.
In some ways, Frostfleck's behavior reminded him a bit about Heavy. She was one of the few cats who helped the speckled tom carry Heavy back to camp. They even named her together albeit it was such an odd name at the time. Maybe it was both of their mannerisms, but Heavy was a kind molly, one who put every cat before herself. Even in grief, she worried about others. It was in times like these he missed his old clanmates but appreciated the ones he had gained along the way.
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Speaking of new clanmates, Spottedfur made his way over to the fresh kill pile, hoping to find some prey for himself. He had noticed Cinderdapple, Slatefoot, and Heavy carrying in some squirrels earlier that day. Or was it yesterday? That must have been a good hunt, he thought wistfully. Still, he wanted to talk to the grey and white dappled she-cat– he had been meaning to for a while now. "Hey, Cinderdapple!" he called out to her, expecting the warrior to appear out of thin air. "How're you doing?"
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Post by jaybun! on Jun 26, 2024 15:55:39 GMT -5
HAZELPELT - Finding an injured cat with Thrushfleck, Mistleheart, and Pondspeckle! (heard Dappleswipe criticizing her ability, wishes she could mentor Foxkit) Hazelpelt was extra determined to do well on this patrol. Dappleswipe had assigned her to lead, yes; but the quiet murmurings to Bubblingstar the deputy had let slip as she left weighed heavy on her mind. Hazel used to be a kittypet, she used to be a bit naive, but hadn't she proved herself? She'd thought... well she didn't know what she thought. Her idle musings of being given an apprentice seemed silly in retrospect. She hid a sigh, carefully picking through the border's undergrowth, only glancing back to ensure her patrol was keeping pace. Nearly jumping out of her fur when Mistleheart loudly proclaimed she smelt an injured loner. And sure enough when Hazelpelt scented the air there was the smell of sickness on the air. She'd been so caught up in her moping she hadn't even noticed! |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Jun 26, 2024 19:30:36 GMT -5
 jaybun! grimmreminder stormshade1 Mistleheart (Meeting Red on a border patrol) After the initial shock of seeing a Twoleg pair was gone, Mistleheart smelt a sickly loner and alerted to her Clanmates about it. Using her nose, Mistleheart followed the scent of the sickly cat, with her Clanmates by her side. The sound of hacking grew louder, as Mistleheart followed the scent. Suddenly, Mistleheart and the other cats came across a sickly elderly dark ginger tom. He was hacking out... blood?! This is definitely a cat that needed helping by the healers! " Hello there" Mewed Mistleheart with a concerned voice. " What is your name? You look like you need some help!" The elderly dark ginger tom let out a whimper, and then spluttered " R...r...Red. P...please h...help m...me!" " Of course we will help you, Red. Hold on tight to us!" Meowed Mistleheart sympathetically. She, and the other cats lifted the elderly tom with a grunt, and Mistleheart panted, along the other three cats as they carried him to YewClan's camp. I've never seen a cat cough out blood before, but I'm sure the healers, Stormmask and Shadepatch will know how to heal you though!
 lemonshortbread Whorlkit (Not being taken seriously by Cinderdapple -) Whorlkit flattened his ears and whimpered as Cinderdapple spoke, clearly annoyed with him. " My name isn't 'Owlface'. Don't call me that again." She mewed crossly. Whorlkit started shaking as he whimpered. He hated not being treated seriously by a warrior! " Sorry... Cinderdapple!" Whimpered the ginger brown tom kit. " You don't think I'm going to be the best warrior of YewClan, by StarClan do you?!" Whorlkit started crying, tears streaming out of his cyan eyes. He let all the emotion come out him as he cried. How will I ever be the best warrior that YewClan has ever seen, when cats are babying me because I'm a kit?! |
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Post by grimmreminder on Jun 26, 2024 20:10:46 GMT -5
[ My apologies I've been gone this moon. I'll be there the next- I've just fallen ill and with that illness has been some time blindness. Its already wednesday what?! Tomorrow I'll be around I pinkie promise xox I love thrush too much ]
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Post by Brownie on Jun 26, 2024 20:21:59 GMT -5
[ My apologies I've been gone this moon. I'll be there the next- I've just fallen ill and with that illness has been some time blindness. Its already wednesday what?! Tomorrow I'll be around I pinkie promise xox I love thrush too much ] You're all good! I got that last week and I'm still struggling to get back on track ;-; ]] |
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Post by Brownie on Jun 27, 2024 14:41:58 GMT -5
x - Moon 57 - x
early winter; light snow
Clan Events:
Red dies of redcough
Blizzardkit dies after sneaking out with Foxkit
Prey pile: 189.0
Prey needed: 43.0
Patrol: Border Relationships - Has a long discussion about goals and aspirations with Mistleheart and find they have a lot in common (+++)
- Drizzlemimic trod over his tail and pretended not to notice (-) with Drizzlemimic, Hayfeather
Event : A small dog
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Bubblingstar hisses and spits and the younger warriors back him up. The dog runs away, shocked by the cats' display.
Encourages the older warriors to continue learning Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Reassures Hazelpelt about something that was bothering her (+)
- Appreciates Cinderdapple checking in on her (+) with Cinderdapple
Event : Snow
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : A snowshower begins just after they set out. Despite the snow, they find a couple of mice under the leaf litter. It's not much, but it's better than failure. Saw a PlumClan patrol in the snow Major Events Event: Stormmask could not find any herbs this moon.
Patrol: Herb Gathering Relationships - Saw Spottedfur being considerate (+)
- Asks Whorlkit how he's doing (+)
alone
Event : Slippery juniper
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Juniper is evergreen and easy to spot, but the only berries left are too tall to harvest safely. Is thinking about her old Clanmates Major Events Event: Gathered nothing alone this moon.
Starts a snowball fight with Hazelpelt and most the Clan joins in! Patrol: Herb Gathering Relationships - Shares prey with Dappleswipe and Whorlkit
with Hazelpelt
Event : Moss
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They chat while gathering plenty of moss from beneath the thin layer of snow. Major Events Event: Catches greencough Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Sharing the latest FlowerClan gossip with Mistleheart (++)
- Is envious of Whorlkit (--)
with Slatefoot, Cinderdapple
Event : A new idea
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Cinderdapple proposes they bait squirrels with seeds. It's tedious, but it does end up working out for the patrol and they head home with a few squirrels between them. Took her insecurities out on a friend the other day and is feeling awfully guilty about it Major Events Event: Starts a snowball fight with Shadepatch and most the Clan joins in! Patrol: Herb Gathering Relationships - Shares prey with Slatefoot (++)
- Shadepatch unknowingly said something disrespectful to her while sharing tongues (-)
with Shadepatch
Event : Moss
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They chat while gathering plenty of moss from beneath the thin layer of snow. Is reflecting on how different his life is now Patrol: Border Relationships - Comes up with a plan to sneak out of camp with Scarletdrift (++)
- Noticed Whorlkit doing his best (+)
with Thrushfleck, Pondspeckle
Event : BurdockClan patrol
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Thrushfleck breaks the silence with a friendly greeting. The patrol stops to gossip for a little bit before parting in good spirits. Sees nothing appetizing on the fresh-kill pile. Patrol: Training Relationships - Asks Drizzlemimic about a complicated battle strategy and is amazed how quickly Drizzlemimic understands (+++)
- Whorlkit, however, overhears and misses the point entirely, making her regret bringing it up (---)
with Slatefoot
Event : Hanging out!
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They trust each other completely, their play-battle a game until they collapse in the snow, exhausted, content, their purrs mingling as they exchange secrets and dreams. Patrol: Border Relationships - Was treating Drizzlemimic like an apprentice all day (-)
with Pondspeckle, Frozenlaurel
Event : BurdockClan patrol
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Thrushfleck breaks the silence with a friendly greeting. The patrol stops to gossip for a little bit before parting in good spirits. Is looking forward to the next Gathering! Patrol: Training Relationships - Is feeling lost and asks Bubblingstar what to do (++)
- Finds a patch of late blooming flowers and decorates Mistleheart's nest with them (+++rom)
with Mistleheart
Event : Hanging out!
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They trust each other completely, their play-battle a game until they collapse in the snow, exhausted, content, their purrs mingling as they exchange secrets and dreams. Saw odd tracks in the snow Patrol: Border Relationships - Admires Frozenlaurel's bravery (++)
with Frozenlaurel, Thrushfleck
Event : BurdockClan patrol
Choice : Procced
Outcome : Thrushfleck breaks the silence with a friendly greeting. The patrol stops to gossip for a little bit before parting in good spirits. Wants to compliment Hazelpelt Patrol: Border Relationships - Is very glad Bubblingstar is YewClan's leader (+++)
- Is upset after spending the day with Shadepatch's bad attitude (-)
with Drizzlemimic, Bubblingstar
Event : Small dog
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Bubblingstar hisses and spits and the younger warriors back him up. The dog runs away, shocked by the cats' display. Sat all night at Blizzardkit's vigil Patrol: Border Relationships - Helps Hazelpelt fix the camp wall (++)
with Hayfeather, Bubblingstar
Event : Small dog
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Bubblingstar hisses and spits and the younger warriors back him up. The dog runs away, shocked by the cats' display. Catches Whorlkit climbing a bit too high Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Learns a helpful skill from Hazelpelt (++)
with Dappleswipe
Event : Snow
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : A snowshower begins just after they set out. Despite the snow, they find a couple of mice under the leaf litter. It's not much, but it's better than failure. Is bossing the younger cats around - Shared an embarrassing story about Dappleswipe with the kits (-)
- Complains Mistleheart does nothing helpful for YewClan (---) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is complaining about the cold Major Events Event: His tick bites have healed.
Scarletdrift trips over a snow-covered branch, but only his pride is bruised. - Covers for Spottedfur (++)
- Scolds Pondspeckle (---)
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Outcome : . Is surprised to see StarClan warriors Major Events Event: Snuck out of camp with Foxkit and was taken by a hawk. -
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Choice : .
Outcome : . Wishes other cats would stop treating her like a kit Major Events Event: Is scolded after sneaking out of camp. - Ignores Spottedfur (--)
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Outcome : . Is bothering the older cats for stories - Brings Spottedfur a giant fish! (+++)
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Post by Brownie on Jun 27, 2024 14:50:43 GMT -5
AHHH not a kit :(
Blizzardkit died in a moon event. "Blizzardkit vanished from camp and the search party finds nothing but blood" :(
Red also doesn't make it. Unfortunate, but expected for an elder.
also??? Mistle x Slate??? Slate now has ~15% romance for Mistle, but Mistle doesn't have any romance for Slate (they both have nearly full platonic bars tho!! Besties!!)
Looking through, Drizzlemimic and Hayfeather have a mutual crush??
Also I am LIVING for Frozenlaurel's favorite cat, that he relies on and trusts a lot, being Cinderdapple, but she only has mild dislike for him back LMAO. Same with Drizzle. He really, really wants to adopt these two and they are like. No. Stop being weird. ]]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 27, 2024 16:48:46 GMT -5
Heavy »
catches greencough - @ -
& gossips with mistleheart - Sapphirejas
One morning the calico had woken up with a stuffy nose yet otherwise healthy. She had chalked it up to just being a seasonal cold, the change from leaf-fall to leaf-bare messing with her immune system. The senior warrior had continued on with her duties all the same, not even bothering to confide in Stormmask or Shadepatch that she had minor congestion.
Yet the morning after that had Heavy rushing straight to the healer’s den immediately after asking Dappleswipe if she could be excused from her patrol that morning.
A rattle had drummed deep in her chest, a chest that was no longer loose and conducive for smooth breathing. Her upper body felt constricted and rough, like a boulder that was perched right atop her shoulder blades and crushing all its weight down onto her lungs. It had come to no shock to Heavy when she was quickly diagnosed with greencough. How she felt now reminded her so much of when she had been stuck in the healers’ den with yellowcough, how she and Slatekit both had fumbled in their health during that whole ordeal.
With orders from the medicine cats Heavy took to remaining inside camp. This wasn’t the first time she had been placed on nest rest, and there was a part of her that felt like this wouldn’t be the last. Another part of her felt like this would be the last, but only because some dark area of her consciousness nagged that this greencough would drag her down and she would be unable to pull herself back up. Where the negativity was coming from, she had no idea, but it stuck in her mind and she couldn’t help but lay there and wonder. She was older now, much older than she had been when she had first arrived to YewClan, much older than she had been when yellowcough had burned her throat and stolen her breath. If this was to be the end of her, then she supposed she wouldn’t stop it. Heavy was grateful for the life she had lived. From a loner to a loved Clanmate, she had found a new family to call her own. She had raised many kits in her time as a YewClan member. Some of her kits would surely have kits of their own some day. Her legacy would continue on in YewClan longer after she had gone.
Perhaps she shouldn’t be focusing on such dark thoughts about her mortality. Instead of wallowing in the inescapable that was death, she should be focusing on healing. On getting better. The Clan had suffered so much so recently with Red’s passing and poor Blizzardkit’s tragic death that Heavy needed to focus on the positive. She needed to focus on healing, and one way to heal was to get around and move. Stormmask had always told her that while rest was important, walking the sickness out was just as important.
At a point that she wasn’t feeling as sick and tired, Heavy emerged from the medicine cat den and padded into camp. It didn’t take her long to catch a familiar white and gray pelt nearby, and with a scratchy purr, Heavy greeted Mistleheart with a brush of her tail along the younger warrior’s spine. ”Dappleswipe having you guard camp instead of patrolling today?” She asked with a twitch of her whiskers, pleased to have some time with a cat she cared deeply about.
Slatefoot »
decorates mistleheart's nest with late blooming flowers & hangs out with mistleheart - Sapphirejas
It had worked! Mistleheart had taken the hint! That was surely the reason why she had asked if Slatefoot had some spare time so they could hang out together, catch up and just enjoy one another’s company.
That’s at least what Slatefoot was telling herself. Sure, Mistleheart had yet to bring up the fact that her nest had mysteriously been decorated with an abundance of wildflowers that Slatefoot had somehow found still vivid in color and alive out near the PlumClan border a few days ago. And maybe Mistleheart had yet to say anything by way of having a crush on any particular Clanmate or feeling all warm and fuzzy around a certain warrior, but this had to be how Mistleheart was telling Slatefoot that she knew who had placed those flowers among the moss in her nest and that she felt something more than just deep rooted friendship. This had to be Mistleheart’s way of acknowledging the feelings Slatefoot was trying to convey … Right?
This was the first time Slatefoot had ever experienced such an emotion. It was new and foreign to the molly, but she wasn’t scared of it. If anything she embraced it. Slatefoot remembered how tenderly Stemriver and Heavy had looked at one another and supported one another before her father had died. She recalled how gentle Thrushfleck and Shadepatch were with one another, how they always tried to see one another despite their separate duties to the Clan.
Slatefoot slyly looked at Mistleheart. Her pelt blended in so well with the snow blanketing the forest, her gray patches resembling fluffy gray clouds that promised more snow on the way. She had always been a pretty molly, but it wasn’t until recently that Slatefoot had noticed just how pretty she was.
No, Slatefoot wasn’t scared of falling in love. If anything, she was excited to love the cat she called her best friend.
A growl low and playful rippled against Slatefoot’s throat. With a teasing hiss the charcoal and white molly launched herself at Mistleheart, flinging snow through the air as she began a wrestling match not unlike the ones she had started as a kit.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 27, 2024 16:50:34 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
feels lost and goes to bubblingstar - jaybun!
Red the old loner had passed fitfully some days ago, his death a tragic one despite how certain it had been. The old tom had not been in the Clan for long, barely even a moon, but the Clan mourned for him all the same. Slatefoot had prayed to the ancestors that night, hoping that they would take him in even if he had never truly been a Clan cat.
Most shocking of all had been Blizzardkit’s unfortunate and all too soon death. Kits were prone to mischief, so it had come as no surprise to any cat when little Foxkit had been caught sneaking out of camp, but when it became all too clear that her hysterical cries were not because she had been caught but because her littermate had been taken by a hawk, the entire Clan had fallen silent. A patrol to search for the lost kit had been sent out, only to return with empty paws and grim expressions. It had been a sorrowful day for the entire Clan.
And now Heavy was struck with greencough. Leaf-bare always brought sickness, but Slatefoot had hoped that this would be the leaf-bare that StarClan would keep them all in good health. Two lives had already been taken from them, surely they had paid the price ten times over by now, but their ancestors seemed eager to test the cats of YewClan. Heavy had recovered from sickness before, she had recovered from a devastating broken back and infection well before Slatefoot and her littermates had been born, but the calico was getting on up there in age. She wasn’t as young as she had once been, but she was strong. Surely she would pull through. Slatefoot had faith that Stormmask and Shadepatch could heal her mother, but between all the recent deaths and the sickness, Slatefoot just felt…lost.
Paws sluggish and mind a mess, she knew she needed to talk with some cat. She needed to sit down and get her feelings off her chest, needed to have a conversation with a cat she loved and trusted. Her first instinct was to go to her mother, but Heavy was sick and needed rest. She thought about Thrushfleck or Mistleheart, but upon a quick inspection around camp, Slatefoot found no signs of the two. More than likely they had been called for a patrol. It was then that she realized Bubblingstar was still in the camp. Not surprising since he had isolated himself to the camp since Blizzardkit’s passing. Slatefoot debated whether or not she should even go to Bubblingstar about her worries. Her former mentor was grieving for his lost kit, his mind surely a frantic storm as well, but already her paws were carrying her to his den. The leader had always been there for her when she needed him, and while she needed him to be there for her, she could offer herself to him and be there for him all the same.
Stopping once she arrived to the mouth of his den, Slatefoot softly called out, ”Bubblingstar, may I come in?” |
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Post by stormshade1 on Jun 27, 2024 19:45:38 GMT -5
Pondspeckle
Border patrol, Admires Frozenlaurel‘s bravery (Brownie , grimmreminder )
The patrol padded along the BurdockClan border, remarking scents in the snow here and there. His father was on the patrol, and Pondspeckle couldn’t help but think about how brave Frozenlaurel was. Even just to leave the barn where he had grown up, even that must’ve taken a lot of courage.
There had been so many deaths this moon, and it was only the first moon of leaf-bare. Everyone had known that Red would die, but nobody had expected that young Blizzardkit, the leader’s daughter, would die so soon. They all knew that leaf-bare was harsh, but nobody had thought that two lives would be taken so early.
Life was a precious thing, Pondspeckle had learned early on, back when he was just Pond and his mother had been taken to the stars. She didn’t go to StarClan, he knew, but he didn’t know where she could have gone.
Suddenly a voice snapped him out of his thoughts. It was a BurdockClan patrol. Pondspeckle wondered what they would think of YewClan having practically stole one of their apprentices. But they didn’t seem angry at all. In fact, one Thrushfleck had engaged then in a conversation, they seemed friendly!
The two patrols exchanged gossip, never once bringing up the newest medicine cat, and the closest the patrol was to bringing up the deaths was to say that leaf-bare had been harsh, but the Clan had pulled through the first moon.
Blizzardkit
Death (Dew )
“Are you sure? Last time I snuck out I got in trouble, and it wasn’t that long ago.” Blizzardkit asked her sister. Foxkit wanted to sneak out, but Blizzardkit wasn’t so sure. But the Clan was busy, and they probably wouldn’t be paying too much attention, too busy mourning for Red, the tom from the woods that nobody knew but nobody wanted to ignore.
Besides, from the glimpses that Blizzardkit had gotten last time, she knew that she wanted to explore again. So they did. They escaped through the tunnel this time instead of climbing up the wall like Blizzardkit had done on her own the first time. They made it out, and the blast of forest-ness hit Blizzardkit. All the scents and sounds and sights from last time, but better. The trees were so tall, extending up to the sky. She could see a bird in the tree, and after trying to climb it and failing, she gave it a furious but cute growl. And the snow was so fresh. It was almost as tall as Blizzardkit!
Foxkit and Blizzardkit continued on their journey. Blizzardkit didn’t know where exactly they were going, but it was probably just as far as they could before turning around. She really wanted to see the Twolegplace. She had heard rumours that their mother was a kittypet, and she wanted to meet her.
They travelled for a bit, not making very much progress, of course, their legs too short, the snow not making things any easier, but still continued nonetheless. But neither of them knew which way the Twolegplace was, so eventually they decided to head back. They were too cold to continue much longer, anyways. Blizzardkit’s short fur was fluffed up, and her teeth were chattering.
It all happened so fast. She heard the whoosh of the wind moving, saw a flash of brown feathers, then saw nothing at all, felt nothing but sharp, intense pain digging into the back of her skull, then that drifted away, and everything was gone except for a faint sense of calm and warmth.
And then Blizzardkit woke up. She opened her eyes and saw a cat she had never seen before. It was a long furred, black coloured molly, a white patch shaped like a wing over her side. As she walked, her paws left starry paw prints, just like the stars that made her fur glow. She glided over the snow, not leaving a single pawprint. It wasn’t as cold now, but still cold.
“I want to go home.” Blizzardkit murmured, a sob catching in her throat. She was scared, confused.
“I know, honey, I know.” The molly said soothingly. “Good, they’ve found you, or at least... what’s left.” The strange cat whispered, too quietly for the kit to hear, as her gaze turned to something behind Blizzardkit. Blizzardkit had to turn around to see what was so interesting, and she skittered back a few steps when she saw what it was.
The deputy of the Clan, Dappleswipe, along with Cinderdapple, were hunched over something on the ground, Foxkit wrapped in the deputy’s tail protectively. Blizzardkit inched closer to see what they were looking at. Then she saw it: a patch of bloodstained snow. She couldn’t understand what was going on, and another lump of confused sobs caught up in her throat.
“Foxkit? It’s me! I’m here!” Blizzardkit called out to her sister, but she didn’t move. “Foxkit? Dappleswipe? Cinderdapple?” Blizzardkit called again, to no response. “I’m right here! Please... please just look at me! Please!” Tears welled up in her eyes.
Blizzardkit couldn’t understand why they were ignoring her. She slowly walked up to Foxkit and placed a paw onto her tail. And it fell right through, to the snow on the ground. “Foxkit?” Blizzardkit batted a paw at her sister’s side, and it went right through her body. Then she turned around and saw that she, like the strange molly, hadn’t left any pawprints on the snow.
Then her face was damp with tears, and she was choking out sobs. “Please... Please...” She turned to the starry cat behind her and pleaded, “Take me home, I want to go home, please take me home...” She choked out the words in between sobs.
“Blizzardkit... hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. It’s going to be alright. Just follow me.” She said, curling her tail around the younger cat, pulling her close, keeping her warm, forcing out a purr just to comfort the kit, to let her know that everything would be okay.
“Are you taking me home?” Asked Blizzardkit. The birds had stopped chirping, maybe grieving for the loss of one so young, the older cat thought.
“I’m sorry, honey. I’m so, so sorry.” She murmured, pushing back the lump in her own throat. Once she had wrapped the kit in a tight embrace, she told her what had happened. “You’re dead, honey. The hawk took you away. You’re not going to go home.”
Blizzardkit was strangely silent and unmoving after that. “I’m here to take you to StarClan.”
“Why me?” The kit responded after a few seconds.
“The universe is a strange beast. It could’ve been Foxkit, or even Whorlkit. But the universe chose you.”
Blizzardkit didn’t ask why. She didn’t want to. Instead she asked her last question she had on her mind. “Who are you?”
“My name is Mosspond. I was Stormmask’s mother, and Spottedfur’s mate. I mentored Icepath, who you probably don’t know, but she was the healer who mentored Stormmask.” Mosspond explained. Then, bringing her head closer to Blizzardkit, she said, “Are you ready to go to StarClan?”
Blizzardkit looked up at Mosspond and answered, quietly but confidently, “Yes.”
And that was the end of that life, a life that should have been so much longer. Blizzardkit was dead. She knew that her siblings and father would grieve. Once the news got back to camp, the Clan would hold a vigil. And Blizzardkit, up in StarClan, would know that she wouldn’t be forgotten for a long, long time. Her story would be passed down in stories, and eventually she would be reunited with her siblings and father, but for their sakes, she hoped it wouldn’t be for a long time.
But for now, there was another star in the sky, and that night, the stars would shine extra bright.
(I almost cried writing that 😢 Also, I love writing death scenes - and, NO, Clangen RNG, that is NOT an invitation for you to come and unalive Pondspeckle)
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Post by Sapphirejas on Jun 28, 2024 0:12:00 GMT -5
 chocolatemilk7 Mistleheart (Sees nothing appetizing in the freshkill pile, and asks Drizzlemimic about a complicated battle strategy and how quickly Drizzlemimic understands) Mistleheart woke up in the warrior's den with a yawn. The white and gray she-cat was still upset over the elderly cat, Red's death due to what the healers called "redcough". Numbly, Mistleheart padded over to the fresh-kill pile to eat something, and grabbed a squirrel from the pile to eat it. But the white-furred warrior quickly found that she doesn't have much of an appetite, and the fresh-kill pile didn't look appetizing this sunrise, so she buried her half-eaten squirrel in the soil instead. Padding away from the fresh-kill pile, she spotted her former apprentice, Drizzlemimic a few foxlengths away. She strode towards him, and she planned to tell to tell him a complex battle move she learnt from Spottedfur. " Good morning Drizzlemimic." Mewed Mistleheart, her fluffy white tail high in the air " How are you today?" " I wanted to tell you all about a complex battle move against any rogues that might attack a cat that I learnt from my former mentor, Spottedfur. It goes like this: You, with all your might flip your opponent on their back, and then you pounce on them, raking your claws on their belly, not to kill them, and you let them go and watch them get to their paws, and retreat from you with their belly bleeding." Mistleheart purred as she watched Drizzlemimic pick up all the words easily that she told him. " Ok Drizzlemimic, you now know what to do if rogues invade camp or intercepts a patrol."
Feathertalon Mistleheart (Hangs out with Slatefoot on a training patrol) Mistleheart was overjoyed when her friend... no best friend asked her if she wanted to go on a patrol with her to spend time with the dark gray she-cat. Mistleheart purred in front of Slatefoot. A few sunrises, Slatefoot has decorated her nest with late blooming flowers, which she was elated to see, and she thanked Slatefoot vigorously for decorating her nest. " Of course Slatefoot! I consider you my best friend!" Meowed Mistleheart. " Lets spend some time together!" Mistleheart and Slatefoot left the camp together, and they headed for a clearing full of snow. They ran through the snow together, laughing and enjoying their time together. Mistleheart noticed Slatefoot looking at her slyly and her blushing at the white-furred she-cat. Mistleheart took it as a sign that the dark gray she-cat was romantically interested in her. However, Mistleheart only considered her as her best friend and nothing more... Mistleheart wasn't sure if she was romantically into she-cats, as she might fall in love with a tom one day and find out that she is straight, not lesbian or bisexual. I cannot break Slatefoot's heart today that I don't feel the same way as her, and only consider her as my best friend. It would ruin the relationship!Mistleheart decided to say nothing about Slatefoot's romantic interest in her, as it would ruin the relationship, forever! However, when Slatefoot playfully pounced onto Mistleheart in the snow, she laughed back and pounced onto her again. Mistleheart was really enjoying spending time with her best friend, Slatefoot! Then, Mistleheart playfully chase her in the snow, panting but laughing so hard with joy. The birds were chirping overhead her and Slatefoot as she chased the dark gray she-cat. It's great to have Slatefoot as my best friend! She is amazing! " You are such a great friend to me, Slatefoot!" Purred Mistleheart as she chased her. " I don't know what I would do without you by my side!"
Mistleheart (Tells Whorlkit that his littermate, Blizzardkit is dead, but he completely misses the point ---) Mistleheart's ears were flattened on her face. Last sunrise, Blizzardkit snuck of the camp with Foxkit, and Blizzardkit was taken away by a hawk, leaving only blood stains on the snow where she was taken off. This really upset her, who really liked all of her Clanmates, but she knew that death was a part of life. Now, Mistleheart held the burden of telling Whorlkit what happened with Blizzardkit, after she heard screams in the nursery of him demanding to have her back in the nursery with him. She couldn't bear to hear Whorlkit scream like that about his dead sister! Gulping, Mistleheart crawled into the nursery. There, she found Whorlkit still screaming and demanding to have Blizzardkit back with him in the nursery. Mistleheart hated to break the news to the tiny ginger brown tom. " Whorlkit, will you stop screaming please?" Meowed Mistleheart as she wrapped her fluffy white tail around his tiny body. Slowly, Whorlkit stopped screaming and calmed down, purring against Mistleheart's side. " Where has Blizzardkit gone Mistleheart?! I really want her back!" "I'm really sorry Whorlkit" Mewed Mistleheart solemnly " But your sister, Blizzardkit is dead... She was taken by a hawk when she snuck out of camp with your sister Foxkit! She isn't ever coming back to the nursery..." " What do you mean dead?!" Mewed Whorlkit confusedly " What does being dead even means?! She's just gone on an adventure in the wilderness that is all! She'll come back soon!" Mistleheart groaned. She was half expecting the tiny tom kit to not understand what death is. Mistleheart hesitated before she spoke again. " Blizzardkit is safe in StarClan now, Whorlkit. She's walking with her ancestors..." " NOO!" Whorlkit's voice broke into a yowl." SHE'S JUST GONE ON AN ADVENTURE, THAT IS ALL!!! SHE CAN'T BE GONE FOREVER!" " Blizzardkit lives in your heart, Whorlkit. She will be watching you from StarClan." " SHE'S NOT IN STARCLAN!!!" Cried out Whorlkit " SHE WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE HERE!!! SHE WILL COME BACK SOON! I JUST KNOW IT!!!" Mistleheart sighed sadly as she took one last gaze on Whorlkit, and his sister Foxkit and crawled out of the nursery. I did all I can to comfort him, and he took me wrongly about Blizzardkit's death.Mistleheart let out another sigh. I should of known he was just a kit!
 Whorlkit (Refuses to believe that his littermate, Blizzardkit is dead ---) Whorlkit was very confused when her sister Foxkit returned to the nursery one evening frozen to her pelt, but not his sister, Blizzardkit. He waited for sunrises for her return to the nursery with him, but she never returned! The tiny ginger brown tom kit was getting even more confused about her disappearance. One sunrise, Whorlkit was missing her so much that he broke into a scream, demanding for anyone, even StarClan to bring his sister, Blizzardkit back! His screams filled every corner in the nursery, and caused the white and gray warrior, Mistleheart to crawl into the nursery to see him. She comforted the tiny tom by wrapping her warm fluffy tail around his body, and he calmed down and started to purr. But when Mistleheart told Whorlkit that his sister was dead, he was more confused than ever, as he couldn't understand what being dead means, and why his sister wasn't coming back to the nursery. When Mistleheart tried to comfort him, Whorlkit broke into a yowl! What is stopping Blizzardkit from coming back from her adventure?! NOTHING!!! When Mistleheart finally left Whorlkit alone, his ears were flat on his face, and he slowly walked to the corner of the nursery, and starting crying. Blizzardkit should be back by now! WHAT IS STOPPING HER FROM COMING BACK?!?! I’M SO CONFUSED!!!He cried for about an hour, before he fell silent and huddled against the corner, eventually falling into an uneasy sleep. He started dreaming of his sister coming back into the nursery after her adventure with Foxkit outside camp!
Sand Dew Whorlkit (Gives Spottedfur a giant fish! +++ And bothering older cats for stories) Many sunrises has passed since his sister Blizzardkit went on an adventure outside of camp with Foxkit. Whorlkit has finally accepted that she will be never be coming back. But she lives on in my heart, and she's watching me from StarClan, as Mistleheart has said.
Whorlkit waited for the perfect moment, the moment to leave the nursery and do something FUN, without being spotted by the adult cats. He wouldn't leave the camp, he was too afraid to do so, after what happened to Blizzardkit But he wanted to leave the nursery and clear his mind about his littermate Blizzardkit never returning. When there was no one in the clearing at the moment, he scrambled out of the nursery, with his tail high in the air, and his spirits high, the first time in a long time since Blizzardkit's 'death', that's what Mistleheart called it. It was fun to see the sky quite clear and the sun smiling at him as he padded to the fresh-kill pile and thought. I'll surprise one of the elders with a piece of prey!Whorlkit squeaked with surprise at the BIGGEST fish that he has even seen in his life! Grunting, he pulled the fish out the fresh-kill pile. It was much larger than he was, and it was very heavy! He slowly pulled the fish, panting, into the elder's den. Whorlkit's tail was high in the air as he dragged the fish to the nearest elder, Spottedfur. " Hello Spottedfur!" Squeaked Whorlkit " I got you a fish! I caught it out of the river with my claws!" Whorlkit knew it wasn't true, as he got it out of the fresh-kill pile, but he wanted to have FUN! He unsheathed the claws on one paw, and he did a scooping motion with it, as he was scooping the fish out of the water. " I hope you like it!" After Spottedfur accepted the fish from Whorlkit, he looked at the two elders, tail very high in the air. He started nagging them to tell a story about the Clan in the past. " Spottedfur, Scarletdrift? Can you tell me a story from YewClan in the past? Pretty please?! It'll be fun to hear!" |
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Post by jaybun! on Jun 28, 2024 0:39:43 GMT -5
BUBBLINGSTAR - Speaking with Slatefoot (mourning Blizzardkit) Hidden inside the leader's den, Bubblingstar curled into a tight ball. Grief made his limbs heavy, his head alone felt like it weighed more than any stone. He blinked slowly, blindly, at the ancient sandy smooth walls, a wail caught deep within his chest that would never have the room to escape. A leader couldn't grieve so openly. He may not have considered it a weakness, but the morale of his clan would take a bigger hit than it already had. Bubblingstar should be in the nursery, comforting Foxkit and Whorlkit, explaining that their litter mate was more than just away- she was gone. She was gone and she was never coming back. "Bubblingstar, may I come in?"Slatefoot's soft call sent a shock of anxiety up his limbs. He twisted himself into a more presentable lounge, painting a weak smile on his face. He could do little about the air of abject misery that surrounded him, but he hoped against all hope anyway. His voice was equally soft when he chirped back, " of course Slatefoot." Bubblingstar doubted he could force it to sound any stronger. Where had the leader that'd drove off a dog just hours early gone? |
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Post by Brownie on Jun 28, 2024 1:37:08 GMT -5
 Frozenlaurel Reflects on how different his life is now Notices Whorlkit doing his best - Sapphirejas Makes plans to see Scarletdrift - Dew -x-----------x-
He never would have mourned another cat's loss in the city.
The city cats never meant anything to him. Even the ones he called friends were only friends so long as there was enough to go around. One cold winter, one week when the butcher didn't throw some scraps into the yard, or a few days too many when the garbage lids were tightly latched, and a friend became an obstacle between Frozenlaurel and survival.
He didn't take it personally that no cat would share their meager scraps with him. He'd never went out of his way to share either, not when times were tough. Now, Frozenlaurel would do nearly anything for YewClan. Not only because his kits were there, but because he had friends, true friends. And they meant the world to him.
It was devastating to see Bubblingstar, YewClan's strong and capable leader, secluded in his den after Blizzardkit's death. Part of Frozenlaurel yearned to help, to do something to ease the old tom's grief, but the other half of him knew that nothing he could possibly do would help. Frozenlaurel knew Bubblingstar would want him to do what he could for the others, so the grey tabby tom padded around camp, avoiding the small drifts of snow where he could, and tried to share small smiles and gentle touches where he could.
Whorlkit's shrill voice drew his eye and a genuine smile made its way onto Frozenlaurel's face as he watched the kitten struggle to drag a fish bigger than he was from the fresh-kill pile across the clearing to the elders. Frozenlaurel had been proud of that catch and he was glad the fish was being put to good use: not only to feed the elders, but also to perhaps lighten Whorlkit's day. He couldn't imagine what the kit was going through, losing a littermate so young, but it seemed Whorlkit was doing what kits did best: bouncing back from tragedies faster than a spring thaw.
He envied Whorlkit a little, but he figured the extra resilience was the best gift StarClan could bestow upon kits. Some things were best remembered as a fuzzy dream, and he hoped Whorlkit's memories of his littermate retained the golden hues of green-leaf.
Frozenlaurel watched the scene unfold. Spottedfur was the recipient of the fish, with Scarletdrift hovering somewhat behind. Frozenlaurel met the white-and-ginger elder's eyes in a slow blink.
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Jun 28, 2024 5:58:24 GMT -5
 Drizzlemimic- Border Patrol with Bubblingstar and Hayfeather Drizzlemimic walked side by side with Hayfeather, as the two trailed behind Bubblingstar. It was strange to believe that only a moon ago the two cats were arguing. If a cat joined the clan today, they would believe that the two were life long friends. Drizzlemimic started spending a lot of time with Hayfeather, whenever he could. Ever since he apologized for his actions, they started seeing eye-to-eye more and more. Drizzlemimic had even started to wonder if this feeling of his was more than just friendship. He always wanted to be around Hayfeather and make him laugh. Was he in love with him? He tried to think if he felt these sort of things for any other cat, but none came to mind. Maybe there was something more to this relationship. But, would Hayfeather reciprocate it? Drizzlemimic tried not to think about it too hard and continued following the leader. He suddenly heard rushed paw steps from a distance, that quickly became louder and closer. A small dog sprung out from the bushes and started loudly barking at the patrol cats. Drizzlemimic- Understands a complicated battle strategy told by Mistleheart Drizzlemimic sat blankly near the fresh kill pile, looking at the medicine den. The elder the clan had recently brought in, Red, died from redcough. The young warrior had heard it was unsurvivable, so he wasn’t surprised, but death was still death nonetheless. His former mentor, Mistleheart walked up to him, said hello to him and asked him about his day. ”I’ve been doing pretty good, all things considered.”. While it was true that the recent death in the clan was weighing on him, he was still spending more time with Hayfeather, which he liked. Mistleheart proceeded to explain a complex battle move to him. He listened carefully, as he always had a lot of respect for his former mentor. He now understood that to overcome his own insecurities about not being a good enough warrior, he had to always be willing to improve. Drizzlemimic understood the move perfectly and nodded. He quickly tested it out on her, without his claws of course. Mistlheart congratulated him and let him know that he was ready in case of a rogue attack. Drizzlemimic was happy that he still made her proud of him to this day Drizzlemimic- Sat all night at Blizzardkit’s vigil/Helps Hazelpelt fix the camp wall Drizzlemimic watched in disbelief as the clan mourned the loss of Blizzardkit. She was so young… She didn’t deserve to die like this… In such a tragic way, at such an early age. He wasn’t especially attached to the kit, but the pure shock he felt was enough to put him in a depressive state. He curled up into a ball and just sat there. While other cats started to leave, as it was getting late, Drizzlemimic didn’t. Eventually, only him and Bubblingstar remained. He couldn’t imagine how hard it was for the clan leader. Losing a kit must be one of the worst things a cat can go through. It couldn’t have been easy for Foxkit and Whorlkit either. Drizzlemimic grew up only having his sister, now Cinderdapple, by his side. He never knew his father and doesn’t remember his mother, just the warm feeling of her fur. The cat that brought him and his sister into the clan was Stemriver, his uncle. While he does have some memories of him, he died while Drizzlemimic was so young, so never really managed to get attached to him. He never got the chance to be sad over any of these losses, so he pitied the kits for losing someone even closer to them, a littermate. Then, Drizzlemimic fell asleep. A sleep that was plagued of nightmares about the kit. He eventually woke up, panting as if he just ran through the entire forest. He looked around and realized that it was morning. The blotched tom decided that he couldn’t spend his whole day here. He had to find something to distract himself. Then, he saw Hazelpelt fixing the camp wall. That could keep my mind of things, he thought to himself. “Need any help?” Drizzlemimic asked as he walked up to her. Tagging jaybun! whispering Sapphirejas |
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