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Post by lemonshortbread on Jul 16, 2024 8:58:52 GMT -5
 Cinderdapple
YewClan Territory | w/ Drizzlemimic chocolatemilk7
Hunting patrol with Drizzlemimic, got startled by a squirrel
This leaf-bare couldn't seem to stop dragging its paws! It should be mid new-leaf, budding plants and prey everywhere, warm patches of sunlight cascading through the trees and bubbling streams full of fish to hunt with Frozenlaurel. But no. YewClan was far from seeing anything like that. While it was no longer deep winter, slush and patches of ice littered the forest floor, freezing one's paws if they spent too much time wandering around. No wonder the prey was so scarce today, the sun was barely peeking through gray, aloof clouds that didn't seem to care much about the cats underneath them trying to get by. At least Cinderdapple was hunting with her littermate. She can't remember the last time they've been on a patrol together, probably not since they were training as apprentices. The young molly couldn't help but worry that they were growing apart, but Cinderdapple had no idea how to address that. Talking her feelings out wasn't exactly the gift StarClan picked out for her. Hunting on the other hand was something Cinderdapple was successful with. From competitions to just going out on her own to bring back food, YewClan knew they could rely on Cinderdapple to keep them fed. So even if they did not manage to talk much on this patrol, hopefully, their spirits will be high at the food they bring back to camp.
This quickly turned out to be wishful thinking. The closest she got to catching anything after Drizzlemimic and Cinderdapple split up, was the scent trail of a squirrel behind some bushes. Before she could even crouch down into a hunting stance, the squirrel lept out of the bushes at Cinderdapple and in her surprise she completely fumbled the catch. At least Drizzlemimic hadn't seen it. The chattering of the squirrel and her hissing, while the two rolled around on the forest floor for a few moments, must have been quite the skirmish to listen to. Since then though, there had been nothing. No sounds, sights, or scents of prey. The two had been at it since sun-up and it was probably sun-high by now. Cinderdapple's belly grumbled but she didn't imagine she'd eat right when she got back to camp, she'd wait until another hunting patrol came back in the evening. Even though she didn't like the idea of feeding six extra mouths especially those of strangers, Cinderdapple would have felt bad letting them go hungry. A queen and her kits ought to eat first.
Cinderdapple trotted back to where she and Drizzlemimic had agreed to reconvene and waited for her littermate to return. Upon seeing him though, she instantly noticed the bright red blood on his chin that stood out against the rest of his mostly white coat. The young molly stood up immediately and rushed over to her littermate, "Drizzlemimic!" She called out with concern in her mew, "Are you hurt? What did you do to your-" but that's when she picked up the scent of mouse blood. Not Drizzlemimic's. Cinderdapple paused, "Did that mouse put up a fight or something? That's a lot of blood for a catch. Do you have a pile somewhere?" She raised her tail hopefully. Perhaps Drizzlemimic made up for his littermate's failures.
[OOC:'that hungry clan member was himself' LOL]
Cinderdapple
Healer's den | w/ Frozenlaurel Brownie
Spends time with Frozenlaurel
Cinderdapple couldn't imagine how frightening a dog attack would be, especially a large dog, a vicious one that didn't have twolegs nearby to call it back. Frozenlaurel, Drizzlemimic, and Bubblingstar were brave for facing it to keep it away from the rest of YewClan. She would make it a point to visit the ones in the healer's den this moon with something fresh from the prey pile. Afterall, they saved her littermate. That was all the family she had left. The gray and while molly quietly entered the den, checking to see if anyone was awake in the first place before accidentally disturbing them. Her green eyes caught sight of Frozenlaurel who seemed to be stirring in the dim light. He may not be her favorite cat, she remembered how she often felt patronized by him as an apprentice, but she has recognized him more and more to be a vital member of YewClan, and she was forever grateful to him for saving her family. Cinderdapple purred, "Hey Frozenlaurel." The young molly quietly made her way over to him, "How are you feeling? I hope at least a little better." She tipped her owl-masked head to the side inquisitively. He smelled like wild garlic, and she wanted to wrinkle her nose at the scent but she figured it had to be some sort of treatment plan she didn't understand.
Cinderdapple pushed the plump mouse she was holding on her way into the den towards the gray tom. She considered bringing him a fish, but that would require going into the icy river and Cinderdapple couldn't be bothered. Mouse will have to do. "I brought you something." She ducked her head, averting her gaze momentarily, "I really just wanted to say thank you for helping to save Drizzlemimic. He's the only family I have now, and I don't know what I'd do if I lost him too." There was so much more to thank Frozenlaurel for too, but she couldn't let his head get too big yet. She doubted he wanted to get too sappy right now anyway while he needed to focus on just getting better. Cinderdapple was glad that Shadepatch and Stormmask weren't in here, they'd probably give her an earful for bothering one of their patients.
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Jul 16, 2024 12:42:20 GMT -5
 Drizzlemimic- Hunting with Cinderdapple "Did that mouse put up a fight or something? That's a lot of blood for a catch. Do you have a pile somewhere?" Cinderdapple’s words ringed in Drizzlemimic’s head. She seemed so hopeful and optimistic. He didn’t even know to tell her about his failure. “No… I mean… I did catch something…”. How could he even admit that he broke the Warrior Code? He started to wonder why he thought it was a good idea in the first place. Would she tell the rest of the clan? How disappointed would they be in him? ”I…Cinderdapple, I was starving. I haven’t eaten anything since midday yesterday and, I thought I could catch more on a full stomach and…I’m sorry…”. Drizzlemimic dipped his head in shame. He knew he did something wrong. Even if everyone forgave him, he still knew he didn’t deserve to eat anything tonight either. He couldn’t look his sister in the eyes, but he had to say one more thing. “Just… don’t tell Frozenlaurel, please. I don’t want him to be disappointed in me…”. Drizzlemimic thought about the grey tabby. He had been so encouraging and supportive after the dog attack… He couldn’t bare to think of how he would react. Frozenlaurel was a parental figure to Drizzlemimic, and he sought his approval. But maybe he should have thought about that earlier, when he was about to break the code… Tagging lemonshortbread |
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Post by grimmreminder on Jul 16, 2024 13:23:43 GMT -5
[ Will do thrush's patrol pip in a little bit! wanted to see if I get a reaction to this one first  ] || Thrushfleck - Catching up with Slatefoot - /w: Slatefoot [ Feathertalon ] ||The tom deliberately padded around camp that morning as soon as the sun reached the sky. He hadn't been assigned to any patrols, which meant that he could spend time with his mate surely, and all was well there. No, that wasn't why the ginger and cream tom was anxious. The reason why his whiskers felt as if they were tingling and his fur pricked at the sudden gust of winds. The signs from Starclan he had witnessed with Shade had left him with such an impression. Enough so, that he was going to request caring for the deceased. Perhaps, if he had anything to do with it and not just his darling mate, they would get another sign being so closed to the veil of the dead. A flash of black and white caught the toms attention, his head tilting towards where he spotted his littermate. His only remaining littermate. Perhaps.. she would like to know too. He walked quickly towards her before she could evade his metaphorical grasp as he playfully butted his shoulder into hers for her attention. If he knocked her down, at least he could claim it was an accident and she should be paying more attention." Hey Slatefoot, glad I caught you before I headed out. I don't think we're ready to quite yet and I'm not in a hurry- so tell me how have you been doing? " the words tumbled out of his mouth before he had much of a chance to even think on them. With his family, he was perhaps a little TOO comfortable. " I was uh- I was going to go see dad and bright today. Make sure they're being cared for. Maybe.. catch them up on my life too. Did you.. want me to bring anything to them? Or say anything while I'm there? " |
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jul 16, 2024 13:25:47 GMT -5
Cinderdapple
YewClan territory | w/ Drizzlemimic chocolatemilk7
Hunting patrol with Drizzlemimic
Cinderdapple's expression went from tipping her head in curiosity to slowly narrowing her eyes in disbelief at her littermate. He was hungry? They were all hungry! She felt her tail fluffy lashing behind her in annoyance, and then the gall to ask her for favors about who to tell and who not to tell! "Drizzlemimic we're all hungry!" Cinderdapple hissed, "Neither of us are more important than YewClan, how could you be so selfish?" The young warrior parted her jaws to continue berating him but the look of pure guilt that shone in his yellow-green eyes made her pause.
It wasn't her job to make him feel bad about eating. Drizzlemimic did a thorough job of that himself, he knew what he did wrong - he wouldn't even look at her. What kind of sibling was she that her own brother was scared to talk to her? Maybe if they had a better relationship, Drizzlemimic would have told Cinderdapple how hungry he was and they could have called it quits sooner. ...I kept him out here too long, didn't I? And he was probably too afraid to tell me... The gray and white molly stopped lashing her tail, it dropped onto the forest floor and her eyes were no longer bright with anger, but dull with disappointment, though it was difficult to tell who it was meant for.
Cinderdapple let out a sigh and slowly turned away from Drizzlemimic, angling herself toward YewClan camp, and turned her head slightly to get a small glance of her brother, "I won't tell anyone," Cinderdapple began, "but you better go wash up in a puddle. Don't get yourself in trouble." She warned him. This felt like betrayl to YewClan, but how could she punish him for being hungry? It was a lot to think about, and she'd return to camp on her own if there was more than just the 2 of them. "I'll wait here." She told him, her eyes focused on the direction of YewClan camp this time and not her brother.
[OOC: i love how you play Drizzlemimic! you make his character very clear, he's just a big sweetie pie doin' his best]
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Post by Sand on Jul 16, 2024 16:40:41 GMT -5
 Spottedfur : sharing tongues with Heavy
As the sunset approached, Spottedfur found himself sitting near Heavy like he had a few times in the past. He had just finished his meal, a tasty mouse. The elder had found it more difficult lately to reach certain spots along his pelt. Was this what growing old meant? Unable to clean his fur properly?
His silver gaze rested on Heavy, who he decided would receive the joy of sharing tongues with him. Even if she said no, Spottedfur would ask her again and again. “Heavy, would you like to share tongues?” he asked out of the blue.
[ tags: Feathertalon ]
 Stormmask : Dreams with Heavy
Stormmask was stuck in a dream once again. The smell of a queen’s milk mixed with bitter herbs filled Stormmask’s nose as she tossed and turned in her sleep. There was no cat who was pregnant in the clan yet, leaving her puzzled. Then, the sight of the starry furred Mosspond startled her. She hadn’t seen her mother in many, many moons. It reminded her of how happy she was to have Spottedfur as her father. Stormmask almost stepped forward to greet her mother before Icepath appeared, her grey fur full of stars. Why am I here? she wondered.
“Stormmask, it’s been a long time,” said Icepath, whose meow was raspy. The former medicine cat stepped forward once more with Mosspond in tow. “We have a message for you.”
The grey tabby’s silver eyes widened as she sprinted up to her former clanmates. She wanted to nuzzle both of them, but she knew better— her affection couldn’t be felt through a transparent feline. “O-Of course,” she managed to meow. Stormmask curled her tail around her paws, ears perked up and ready to hear Icepath’s words.
“Something new and unexpected will happen to YewClan. I can’t share much more than that, but beware— everything that is new isn’t always good,” Icepath warned.
In a blink of an eye, she and Mosspond dissipated into the mist.
Suddenly, the medicine cat was woken up from her dream. Sweat dripped through her pelt as she struggled to catch her breath. Icepath’s ominous warning had left her confused and mostly concerned. What was in store for YewClan now? Stormmask let out a heavy sigh before lying back down in her nest. She didn’t want to overthink about her dream just yet. Discussing it with another cat would be best.
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After successfully gathering oak leaves and goldenrod, the grey tabby found herself sorting herbs. She needed to clear out the decaying herbs first before adding the new ones. Even if it seemed to be a basic, simple task, Stormmask’s mind was elsewhere. She couldn’t stop thinking about her dream and it was affecting her work. The sound of a familiar voice, however, drew her out of the haze.
“Huh? Oh, Heavy! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there,” Stormmask meowed, clearly distracted. Her silver gaze lingered on Heavy’s multicolored pelt as if she were lost in a trance. “Actually, I’d appreciate some help as well. What would you like me to help you with?”
[ tags: same as above ]
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Post by stormshade1 on Jul 16, 2024 19:47:05 GMT -5
(Little update from me: I’ve been thinking about this for a couple of weeks and I’m planning to go on hiatus for this clan for a while. I underestimated my workload for the last couple weeks of my school semester and long story short. I am going to be incredibly busy. I just don’t think realistically I could make timely replies without making them last minute. I feel that would be unfair to other users awaiting my responses. Brownie now that Thrushfleck is claimed, would you be okay with claiming Dappleswipe? Sorry if this is all too sudden. I’ll still lurk and check how the rp is going frequently, but I don’t think I’ll go back to claiming another character for at least a month. I’m excited to see how the clan is going along once I get back to rping here again!) Noo  |
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Post by Brownie on Jul 16, 2024 20:44:25 GMT -5
 frozenlaurel understands Cinderdapple better
claims Whorlpaw isn't considerate ★ The grey tabby tom couldn't help but perk up when Cinderdapple entered the healer's den, his ears twitching a greeting that she returned. Then he realized she was headed his way and tried to pull himself into a sit--he learned it was so much more difficult when one could only use one forepaw to help push upward. "Hey, Cinderdapple! I'm doing just fine. The herbs are a bit stinky and itchy, but." He shrugged, also a one-shoulder affair with his leg bound tighter than a spider's prey. "Stormmask says it'll help it heal faster, so I can't really complain about that. At least, not while the healers are listening, eh?"
He purred as she pushed a mouse his way and pulled the morsel closer to his nest, putting a paw over it as if he still needed to hold the fresh-kill down. "Mmmm, well he was my favorite apprentice..." Frozenlaurel twitched his whiskers to show he only meant to tease, then continued a bit more seriously: "I only did what any warrior would have done for a Clanmate, it's nothing worthy of a gift." He rolled the mouse under his paw. "But I do appreciate the mouse, and the kind words."
Then, realizing something, he chucked. "Actually, if you really think about it, you're the one that deserves the credit, Cinderdapple! I only knew what to do against the dog because I asked you to show me what new moves Thrushfleck taught you. Those tactics really helped during the fight!" If only his claws hadn't slipped. Now he knew that he'd have to have a better grip--or change his claw holds--if he was put into a similar situation in the future.
Frozenlaurel sighed. "Foxpaw is too busy practicing and I can't get anything from Whorlpaw, I don't think he pays attention in training very much. Not like you did." Because the grey tom still felt like he didn't have a full education. He knew enough and, having been on patrols for seasons now, picked up a lot from the other warriors, but there was always something niche--like fighting against a dog many times a cat's size--that simply... didn't come up before now. Things that warrior apprentices were taught, knowledge he simply didn't have.
"You were a great teacher, Cinderdapple. I'm glad I was able to use the knowledge you shared with me to help."
That was a little more serious than Frozenlaurel really meant for the conversation to get, so he smiled and pulled the mouse closer to his side. "Still, even if you deserve at least half the credit, I'm the one who actually did the fighting! Or tried to, anyways." ★ lemonshortbread Sapphirejas CUTE ;-; dude respects Cinderdapple so much. (speaking of, I probably should code in a dead cat to be Stem/Misty's parent so Drizzle/Cinder & Slate/Thrush show up in the code as cousins. Just so no romance ticks between them can happen) Also I am so so sorry to throw Whorlpaw under the bus like this. I love him I promise <3 ★
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Post by Brownie on Jul 16, 2024 20:45:55 GMT -5
(Little update from me: I’ve been thinking about this for a couple of weeks and I’m planning to go on hiatus for this clan for a while. I underestimated my workload for the last couple weeks of my school semester and long story short. I am going to be incredibly busy. I just don’t think realistically I could make timely replies without making them last minute. I feel that would be unfair to other users awaiting my responses. Brownie now that Thrushfleck is claimed, would you be okay with claiming Dappleswipe? Sorry if this is all too sudden. I’ll still lurk and check how the rp is going frequently, but I don’t think I’ll go back to claiming another character for at least a month. I’m excited to see how the clan is going along once I get back to rping here again!) Noo :( this is from? Two months ago???? please don't scare me like that ]] |
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Post by lazzylake on Jul 16, 2024 20:54:15 GMT -5
(  no worries I'll be here for a while!) |
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Post by jaybun! on Jul 16, 2024 21:57:31 GMT -5
HAZELPELT - Training Whorlpaw with Pondspeckle & Oatpaw! " The pale badger stalks the nursery at night," Oatpaw began in her best eerie whisper, though the smirk on the young molly's face arguably ruined the effect, " waiting and waiting until a brave little kit tries to peek their nose out. And then-" Oatpaw suddenly snapped at Whorlpaw beside her, failing to hide a giggle, " it'll snap you up!" Hazelpelt, charmed though she was by the fun the apprentice's were having, failed to see the value in the story. Life as a warrior was difficult enough, surely scaring kits with tales of a ghostly badger wasn't needed when there very well could be a real one? The warrior hid a frown, glancing across the small clearing Yewclan used for training. She shouldn't judge. After all, she had no idea if her mother would've have told her the same kind of stories, had she never been separated from her litter-mates in her youth. But it was no use lingering on what-ifs. Hazelpelt took a deep breath, clearing her head as she turned back to Whorl and Oatpaw. Their break had gone on long enough. " Let's work on those battle stances again, Whorlpaw." |
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Post by Brownie on Jul 17, 2024 1:05:43 GMT -5
frozenlaurel wants to be a mentor [ambitious]
wants to help Hazelpelt
★ Injured as he was, there was little else for Frozenlaurel to do but think. He didn't much like it, being trapped in his own head with nothing to do, but he'd rather tolerate a few moons of boredom rather than suffer the rest of his life with a twisted leg because he'd rushed healing and did permanent damage.
Some thoughts were louder than others.
He kept coming back to his discussion with Cinderdapple a few suns ago. Most of the conversation brought him warmth, but the realization that he didn't really know Foxpaw and Whorlpaw all too well lingered. He'd found it easy to ask Cinderdapple and Drizzlemimic about their training, back when the two young cats were apprentices.
Perhaps it was simply that the grey tom had picked up all he'd needed from them and from his fellow warriors, and didn't need the apprentices to help him learn basic camp chores anymore. But even so, he had to admit to himself that he wanted to get to know Bubblingstar's kits.
It was a rather unexpected feeling. He hadn't thought he'd very much liked kits--he'd been terrified when he'd been put in charge of Hayfeather and Pondspeckle all those moons ago, when he and Zelda realized her humans wouldn't allow her to keep them and so he'd have to be the one to raise them--and well... he still wasn't very good with kittens. Frozenlaurel didn't know what do do with himself around kittens: they were small, and fragile, and so very naive. He was scared that anything he said or did would hurt them.
Apprentices, however, were something else entirely. They were old enough to ask questions and their boundless curiosity enthralled Frozenlaurel. They were old enough to understand more difficult things, so he didn't need to be afraid to tell them the truth, even when it was hard. And while a cat had to be mindful of their still-growing legs, he could trust an apprentice to mostly keep up without him worrying they'll get stuck in a bramble bush--or, if they did, that it wouldn't be his fault for not watching closely enough.
Seriously, kits seemed to find the closest source of danger and fling themselves at it full speed. That was stressful!
Frozenlaurel had learned a lot from Cinderdapple, including how to respect a young cat's determination. He didn't have that relationship with Foxpaw or Whorlpaw, but maybe... maybe it was his time to teach.
He'd tried asking Whorlpaw about his lessons with subpar results. Frozenlaurel had thought it was the tom's playful nature that got in the way of his learning--he could definitely see Whorlpaw spending more time thinking about pranks than his lessons. But maybe the problem wasn't with Whorlpaw, but with Hazelpelt's teaching.
Frozenlaurel liked Hazelpelt, but although they both joined YewClan in the same season, he'd had a head start on the brown molly. Not only did he already have some experience taking care of himself--and the near moon travelling from the city to the Clans while also caring for and protecting two kittens taught him plenty more!--but he'd also made it a point to learn as much as he could from the Clan cats on patrols.
Hazelpelt was sweet, but even still... she reminded him a lot of Zelda. Did she really know enough hunting and fighting to properly teach an apprentice?
As soon as the thought reached his head, Frozenlaurel winced, his ears flicking back, shame warming his ears. Bubblingstar had obviously thought she was ready for an apprentice, choosing her to mentor Whorlpaw over Dappleswipe, even over him. Should Frozenlaurel really be questioning Bubblingstar's judgement?
It couldn't hurt to offer to help, though, could it? Frozenlaurel countered. A warrior should offer to help if he sees a Clanmate struggling, and, in this case, Frozenlaurel had plenty he could do, even while he was healing. Helping Hazelpelt could fix two problems at once: his boredom, and Whorlpaw's training. Put that way, it would be awfully irresponsible of the grey tom to not lend a paw.
Perhaps, if Bubblingstar saw how prepared he was to be a mentor, he'd have the opportunity to train a kit of his own one day. Not only could he fuel a young cat's curiosity and watch them grow into a capable warrior--which would be enough of a reward on its own--but having trained an apprentice would qualify him for the position of deputy.
Frozenlaurel hummed to himself, decided. Yes, he'd ask Hazelpelt if there was anything he could do to help with Whorlpaw's training the next time he saw her. It was what any good warrior would do, after all. ★ jaybun! If you end up writing something for her thought bubble of visiting the medicine cat den, I might have him ask. Also PLEASE feel free to have her slap him in his place because he is being HELLA assumptive and rude with this one haha He's trying to do a good thing but he's gonna be a bit of an ass here (it might also give ya a good opportunity to showcase her trait change if she has a place to stand up for herself =o) ★
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Post by Sapphirejas on Jul 17, 2024 2:29:30 GMT -5
 whispering lemonshortbread Mistleheart (Finds a queen and her kits with Hayfeather) Mistleheart strode out of YewClan's camp with Hayfeather to check the borders under Dappleswipe's orders. The snow was still there, even in the middle of newleaf, but most of it was gone. The snow was warmed by the sun, slowing melting it. Near the border, the fluffy white she-cat smelt the scent of rabbit nearby. One bush was rustling in the distance, signifying the presence of such a creature. Aha! A rabbit!The rabbit was near PlumClan's border, but Mistleheart couldn't resist her hunting instincts, as rabbit was not a very common prey of YewClan cats. She crept towards the rustling bush, carefully listening to the creature. Then, she raised her haunches, wiggled her bottom, and then leapt in the air and into the bush. The rabbit was trapped beneath her forepaws. Mistleheart bit down on it's neck, and it went limp. Mistleheart's heart was hammering with pride as she stalked back to Hayfeather. " Hayfeather, look what I caught!" Panted Mistleheart "A whole rabbit just on our side of our territory! " Mistleheart beamed for a moment, but then she caught a whiff of something entirely different. It was the smell of a nursing queen and milk, accompanied with the fresh scent of kits. " I can smell a queen and her kits on our territory!" Gasped Mistleheart, shocked. " What in the name of StarClan are they doing here?!" Mistleheart and the other cat rushed to see the queen and her kits and ask them to leave YewClan's territory. When she saw the queen, probably a loner by the looks of things. The queen was a tortie, with a tabby black coat with a brown patch on her back. Accompanied with her were newborn five kits, three torties, one tabby, and one speckled kit. The most shocking thing to Mistleheart was one of the kits who look like they were a half-moon, with one pale ginger side, and one black side. She also noticed how thin the queen was, and how weak the kits looked. " Great timing!" the tabby black she-cat mewed, grateful for the white fluffy she-cat's appearance. " Hello there, do you realize that you are on YewClan's territory?" Mewed Mistleheart, holding back her shock. " My name's Hop." The loner queen meowed " I'm just passing through and saw the rabbit, so for disturbing y'll, I'kk just take that and get out of your fur." She gave out a chuckle. But Mistleheart stared at her. " But you and your kits are SO thin!" She thought. That rabbit isn't YewClans', Hop was hunting it first, and there is enough prey on the freshpill to last us for the moon. Hop really need to eat, and her kits obviously don't enough milk, so I got to give the rabbit back. It is a late thaw and it is cold, I can't bear to think of them starving out here! I can try to persuade her and her kits to join the Clan after I give her the rabbit, as the Clan needs new kits. But ultimately, it IS her decision, whether I like it or not. " Sorry Hop, I didn't know you was hunting this rabbit." Mewed Mistleheart. " You can have it back." " Also, you don't have to stay in this freezing weather and have this little prey to eat. I'm a warrior from YewClan, and my name is Mistleheart. There are lots of cats who live in our home. There's also a fresh-kill pile full of prey, and a warm den that has been empty for a while. It is for nursing mothers like you. You could join our Clan, and the kits could have a safe place to grow, and you will be able to produce lots of milk for them." Mistleheart persuaded the loner. " So, what do you think Hop?"
 Whorlpawjaybun! stormshade1 Whorlpaw (Ghost stories with Hazelpelt, Pondspeckle, and Oatpaw) Whorlpaw padded alongside his mentor, Hazelpelt, and two other cats, Pondspeckle, and a new apprentice of the Clan, Oatpaw in the forest. She is a tortie gray and pale ginger she-cat with light green eyes. She was willingly taken back to YewClan from BurdockClan, and the YewClan warriors had to persuade the BurdockClan cats to let him go. They have gone out to train in one big groups. Whorlpaw started listening to Oatpaw mews, about a ghost story in this unusually cold newleaf. " The pale badger stalks the nursery at night" she began in a low whisper " waiting and waiting until a brave little kit tries to peek their nose out-" Suddenly, Oatpaw turned to Whorlpaw and snapped at him! The ginger-furred apprentice was alarmed! " It'll snap you up!" " HEY, I'm not a kit, Oatpaw!" Mewed Whorlpaw irritably. " I'm an apprentice, like you!" " And I'm going to be the best warrior that YewClan has ever seen! Not badger ghost dinner! " Whorlpaw added. His mentor, Hazelpelt turned her head to him " Let's work on those battle stances again, Whorlpaw." Whorlpaw's mood calmed down and resumed his battle training with Hazelpelt, soaking up her best tips.
OC: Sorry that this is a bit late, I had a test today, and yesterday I was too busy at university. Expect Monday responses to be a bit late, due to university. Brownie - I will write a short prompt tomorrow evening of Whorlpaw overhearing Frozenlaurel claiming that he doesn't pay enough attention with training to Cinderdapple, and how it affects his mood. (Teenager mood swings, lol  ) |
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jul 17, 2024 6:39:24 GMT -5
Cinderdapple
Healer's Den | w/ Frozenlaurel Brownie
Spends time with Frozenlaurel
Cinderdapple may not have always been fond of Frozenlaurel, but hearing her brother was better than her at something made Cinderdapple face Frozenlaurel again for any hint that it was a joke. Luckily the twitch of his whiskers indicated it was. She was the better apprentice of course. He was right though, that he was only doing what any warrior would have done but still, she had a feeling not all of them would. Not necessarily from YewClan, but not everyone could be brave, and she and Drizzlemimic were lucky that Frozenlaurel was a warrior. A real warrior. Cinderdapple had come to recognize him as such, it's too bad she could not have seen it before he could be permanently injured forever. He must have known it was a heroic act, Cinderdapple was just glad to verbalize it. He could have sacrificed his life had it not been for a mix of skill and luck. Dogs were unpredictable after all. It was difficult enough to watch the poor tom struggle to even sit up with just one good forepaw, but at least he would heal and live another day.
At being complimented though, Cinderdapple leaned back slightly in shock. How could I deserve credit? I wasn't even there! Teaching new moves or not. Cinderdapple knew better than to tell Frozenlaurel any sort of protest, he'd just double down on it. She pawed the ground lightly, embarrassed at the praise, "Well I'm glad they proved useful then."She mewed quietly, her green eyes focused on her busy paw.
At the mention of one of Bubblingstar's kits, Cinderdapple paused her anxious pawing and looked up with curiosity, So you're not a fan either? She couldn't suppress the small glimmer in her eye that the apprentices who greatly needed some humbling were being humbled behind closed dens - and being compared to Cinderdapple - the irony. Though, she knew better than to agree with him wholeheartedly, maybe in a back-pawed way, "Hopefully they'll grow out of that then to gain knowledge from your wise words" The young molly chuckled.
Cinderdapple flicked her tail as if to wave off his compliments again, she felt warm under her fur, she could never get used to compliments. It was always difficult for her to respond with something just as kind. "That you did, and look at the mess you got yourself into." She purred again with a little laughter, "I'm glad you seem to be doing better though, we've lost a lot recently, it would have been difficult for me to lose my other mentor too."
[OOC: they're adorable, i love how Cinder is like finally coming around to Frozen, it's really sweet to see.
and oo yeah that would be good lol i didn't even think about that]
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jul 17, 2024 7:12:11 GMT -5
YewClan? So these were the forest cats Saffron hated... Hop couldn't hide her surprise at the name, her ears twitching as she thought about what knowledge she did have of the forest cats. The dark tabby molly had never ran into them personally, but she knew there were maybe three or four groups of these Clans living out here. Hop never bothered going looking for them before, mostly because a Clan sounded like the exact opposite of the kind of life she liked for herself. A Clan probably meant rules and strict loyalties, a group effort of survival...giving your life for other cats. None of that ever sounded appealing to Hop. She had joined groups before, but they were usually other drifters like her that came together in the difficult leaf-bare months and split ways once the thaw came about. There was no loyalty, just a basic trust to not steal from one another or murder. Not that those were always followed either - Hop wouldn't be caught sacrificing her own fur for the greater good.
On the other paw though, this white and gray she-cat was right, Hop was thin, and so were her kits. Wait...how did she know about my kits? "Mama! Mama! We're hungry." Maple wailed, her dark tabby fur matching Hop's own only much much smaller, and she was the first to nose her way through the bushes.
Hop whipped her head around in surprise and fear, 5 small scraps of fur with their rather distinctive markings had waddled their way from the badger set to Hop. The queen bristled with alarm, One, two, three, four, five...oh good they're all here!. They must have gotten hungry again and followed her. The poor things, she was just happy a hungry fox hadn't snatched them up. Hop quickly pulled them all underneath her belly, trying to keep them warm in this cold season. At mention that these cats were going to give her the rabbit for her current state, it was a blow to her ego. Hop didn't like handouts, but, she wasn't above a lot of things. The dark queen was just glad they were going to let the rabbit and her litter go with her in peace. As soon as the words left the other molly's mouth, Hop quickly reached a forepaw over and snagged the rabbit with her claws, pulling it towards her and wrapping her tail around the catch protectively, like it was her five kits. "Thanks, I appreciate that." Hop didn't bother acknowledging the comment about her being thin, she just wanted to get back to the old badger set. She stood up, "Come on dears, let's get back home." Hop was leaning down to grab the rabbit by the scruff when the white and gray she-cat spoke again.
A Clan was against every principle she had ever held but Hop and her kits wouldn't survive much longer out here like this. Hop didn't want to say yes, she didn't even know these cats, they could turn out just as cruel as Saffron and his cats, but there wasn't much of a choice. They would stay for now, just until the kits were strong and old enough to hold their own, and then they would leave. A warm den and food she didn't have to catch sounded like the perfect way to get their strength up. Hop looked up at the molly again, a glimmer in her eyes, "We could really use the help if you're able to give it. Thank you for being so kind" Hop purred So kind to leeches like me. We won't stay more than 6 moons She thought to herself.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 17, 2024 13:59:47 GMT -5
Heavy »
sharing tongues with spottedfur - Sand
A wide-mouthed yawn split the calico's jaws as she lay herself down on the ground near the fresh-kill pile. The sun was just beginning to set, the bright light of the day fading as night claimed its reign over the heavens above. Echoing around camp was the chattering of cats as they lazed about, preparing themselves for a night of rest. It would still be some time before YewClan warriors retired to their dens, but the day's chores were over with. This was the hour in which Clanmates gathered and shared stories about their day to one another, going over all the exciting adventures they had had while out on patrol. This was the time when Heavy would typically seek out one of her kits and share her evening meal with them, or she'd splinter off into a group with Hazelpelt or even Stormmask. Having found her place within the Clan and having secured bonds that would last the rest of her life, Heavy found herself spending time with more and more of her Clanmates than she once had before.
Yet for all the bonds she had strengthened in the seasons of her becoming a YewClan member, surprise still glittered in the depths of Heavy's blue eyes when Spottedfur found his way next to her, asking if she would like to share tongues with him. Once upon a time she would have more than likely declined his offer, but over the last few seasons the two had grown a mutual respect for one another. Their relationship had been rocky for some time, but now as they both grew older, they no longer clashed as often. They had mellowed out. Had grown friendly toward one another.
It was nice, Heavy decided, to be friendly rather than distant.
With a purr the calico leaned over and drew her tongue across the old tom's shoulders. "Got burrs in your pelt from sitting in camp all day?" She asked teasingly, smiling into her words as she continued grooming Spottedfur's pelt.
Heavy »
odd dream with stormmask - Sand
The odd dream from last night still lingered in the back of the molly's mind even as the scents of herbs drifted around her like morning mist. What had it all meant? Did it even mean anything? Why had she heard Brightleaf and Stemriver calling for her, yet anytime she tried to get closer to where she swore their voices were coming from, she couldn't find a single trace of them? In all of her time being a member of YewClan she had never once dreamed of such oddities. She had never once had an inkling of StarClan within her dreams, but last night had been...odd. Last night had been interesting. She still didn't believe in StarClan for how could they exist when every time something joyful happened for her that happiness was turned into grief? She recalled how her infection cleared when she first came to the Clan, how she had been beyond excited to see herself healing. She recalled the day she realized she was expecting kits and how her broken back had soon healed after their birth. But as soon as she had healed yellowcough had dragged her back down, forcing her back into the medicine cat den.
And then some moons later she and Stemriver had finally admitted to loving one another. Yet that next moon Stemriver had been taken from her. It had been some cruel joke, the two of them finally becoming mates only for a snake to take her beloved away from her. And just as she had recovered from his loss, Brightleaf had been stolen from her as well.
The calico's claws flexed into the moss underpaw. If StarClan existed then they were cruel. But she wouldn't say that aloud, especially not to Stormmask. Heavy knew how important StarClan was to her medicine cat friend, and Heavy wasn't the type to bash another cat's beliefs. Perhaps it would be Stormmask's beliefs that helped guide Heavy to the answer she was searching for. Her dream had left her confused and with questions she had no answers for. If any cat could help her, it would be Stormmask.
Despite the gray tabby agreeing to help, Heavy clearly could see the distraction in Stormmask's own gaze, how her eyes appeared clouded over. Heavy's shoulders rolled tightly underneath her pelt, tail twitching in slow thought. Something was lingering on the medicine cat's mind as well. Perhaps the two could help one another out, though Heavy wasn't sure how she could help a medicine cat when she herself was just an ordinary warrior. Maybe if she opened up about her concerns then Stormmask would feel comfortable in revealing her own worries as well.
With a silent gesture she acknowledged Stormmask's confession of needing help today - they could confide their worries to one another as they worked with whatever tasks Stormmask had on the agenda for the day. "Well, I...I had an interesting dream last night," she began, somewhat unsure on where to start - on how to start. Heavy dreamed often, but never had she had a dream like the one she had had running through her mind last night. "It sounded as if Stemriver and Brightleaf were calling out to me, but no matter how hard I tried, I could never find them..." Her ears warmed as she continued, the tip of her tail flicking uneasily. Speaking her dream aloud made it sound mouse-brained. Her eyes glanced toward Stormmask, silently gauging the medicine cat's body language searching for any sign of what Stormmask might think of all this.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 17, 2024 14:01:38 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
To say she had expected to see Thrushfleck today would be a lie. Between her training sessions with Foxpaw and her brother spending more and more time with Shadepatch, their paths rarely crossed one another. It wasn't that they were avoiding one another, but their duties were different these days, their priorities unaligned.
Making time to spend with her brother would be beneficial. The world was a dangerous one out there, and Slatefoot never knew when her or her brother's last day would be; hopefully it would be a long, long while before either of them stepped into the realm of StarClan.
A purr drummed in her throat as she registered her brother's scent, his nudge tremoring through her body as she steadied herself on her paws, leaning back into him to push her weight playfully into his own - a sign of acknowledgement, a sign of playful admiration. It had been too long since she had last spoken with Thrushfleck, much too long since she had last truly sat down and just enjoyed being around him. Even if they didn't have long with one another today at least they could say that they had spent a little bit of time together.
"Headed out with Shadepatch, eh?" The molly smiled, leaning forward to once again nudge her littermate. She was glad her brother had found a cat to settle down with and call his mate. She was glad he had a good molly at his side, but there was a part of her, a small part, that twinged with a dash of jealousy. A small part of her wished she could say the same, wished that she could call a certain cat her own. Briefly did her eyes scan the camp, searching in hopeful silence that she would spot the familiar white and gray pelt of Mistleheart.
Nothing.
Whiskers drooped in momentary disappointment. Mistleheart was bound to be on patrol already. Maybe some other time Slatefoot could catch up with her before either of them became busy.
Slatefoot's ears twitched when her brother spoke up once more; she stepped away, taking a few pawsteps back so she could look at him better, eyes darkening with sorrow at the mention of their father and littermate. Stemriver and Brightleaf. How cruelly they had been taken from them, how tragic their deaths. One fallen to a snake and the other to a wolverine. Slatefoot missed her father and sister terribly yet she tried not to linger on their memories often. The last thing Slatefoot wanted to do was fall into her own pool of misery at the thought of her father and sister. Yet how long had it been since she had last visited their graves? How long had it been since she had given them more than just a fleeting thought?
The molly stifled a sigh, eyes traveling toward the camp exit. Out there lay Stemriver and Brightleaf, perhaps nothing but bones at this point. Her heart ached; oh, how she missed them both. "Can you let them know that I miss them? I'd...I'd come and visit, but I'm sure you want some time with just you and Shadepatch. Let them know I'll visit them soon, okay?" Once more she nudged her brother, but this time the gesture was softer, more tender than it had been earlier. It was clear that she missed both Stemriver and Brightleaf, and she vowed right there that she would make time to visit their final resting place soon. |
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Post by whispering on Jul 17, 2024 17:40:36 GMT -5
A contented purr rumbled in his chest as Hayfeather extended his limbs into a long stretch. YewClan had finally been freed from the cruel claws of leafbare. Now, watery sunlight showed into the ridge where YewClan made its camp. Newleaf was always welcomed warmly by the forest cats. There was no better feeling than full bellies and warm weather.
Today, he would accompany Mistleheart on patrol, he headed toward the entrance to join the gray and white molly. As he did, he passed Drizzlemimic. Hayfeather's heart raced at the sight of his friend. Or were they more than friends? He knew how the gray-dappled tom struggled after the dog attack, and Hayfeather had been one of the cats there to comfort him through the difficult time. The two cats had grown close since their small disagreement moons ago. And Hayfeather had grown just as fond. He twitched his whiskers and gave a friendly mrrow as he passed.
Joining Mistleheart, the two set out into the forest. Hayfeather purred, relishing in the warmth of the sun on his pelt.
But as the two neared the border his content demeanor quickly faded as a rabbit burst from the undergrowth. Mistleheart, quick as an adder, flashed forward, quickly killing the rodent. Hayfeather was impressed by her speed. "Wow! Brilliant catch Mistleheart! I-" He broke off as a new scent soon swamped the area and turned to see a skinny queen. Her tortoiseshell fur looked dull and she looked tired.
The sokoke cat's pelt prickled with unease as he listened to the exchange between his clanmate and the rogue. Moons ago, he'd been in a painfully similar position with Mistleheart when they came across a starving kittypet. Surely now they couldn't give away the rabbit to the queen? Or would it be equally as wrong to send her back to her kits empty-pawed? Hayfeather strained his ears to make out the distant mewls of kits. But then, Mistleheart came up with an even better idea. Of course! This queen could bring her kits back to the Clan. They didn't have any kits at the moment, and even fewer apprentices. Leafbare was over so there would be plenty of prey. And he was almost certain Bubblingstar would not turn away a family.
"Oh, it's no issue, really!" He chimed excitedly as Hop considered Mistleheart's offer and seemingly agreed. "We'll help you round up your kits and take you to your leader. Er, if you're comfortable." Hayfeather knew how protective queens could be of their kits and he didn't want to overstep. But his excitement to have new clanmates overwhelmed his usual tact.
With a flick of his tail, he beckoned Hop to follow after Mistleheart and he back the way they'd come toward camp. "Or of us could carry that rabbit for you," He offered, turning and inquisitive gaze onto the queen.
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The sun hung low in the early newleaf sky. Hues of red and orange reached as far as he could see from the camp walls. Hayfeather mewed a farewell to his father as he exited the medicine den. A small chuckle racked his body, it was as if recently the two had traded places in who could spend the most time confined in camp. Frozenlaurel's act of bravery had landed him with an unfortunate broken bone. My father and dogs, a disaster bound to happen!
Chartreuse-colored eyes landed on the Clan's apprentices lounging just outside their den. His heart ached as he remembered Blizzardkit. She should have been here to join her siblings in the apprentice's den. Her death was a loss to many during the cruel leafbare. But he could not dwell on the past, no matter how fresh the wound was. She was in StarClan now, watching over them all.
Hayfeather's lips pulled back into a friendly smile as he neared the young cats. "Heya guys, have time to spare for an old cat like me?" He noticed an amused glint in Oatpaw's eye as he joined them, proud that he could bring some joy to one of the clan's newer members.
"How about I tell you a story? About the time a great eagle attacked the camp." There were hardly ever any eagles in YewClan. But the apprentice's didn't know that- or perhaps Oatpaw did. She was nearly a warrior and a season older than Foxpaw and Whirlpaw. Hayfeather flashed the dappled she-cat a mischievous glance before he continued, "Long ago, when my father first arrived with us to YewClan, an eagle preyed upon us. It was as big and mighty as lions and tigers! One day, I was minding my business, and suddenly..." A suspenseful silence spread between the cats as Hayfeather looked at the younger cats with round, serious, eyes, "The eagle attacked! With talons as long as snakes, he snatched me up and threw me high up into the air!"
"I was sure I was going to meet StarClan right then. And my hopes sank even lower when the eagle looked at me with its beady eyes, and gobbled me whole!"
Oatpaw covered her paws over her mouth to muffle her laughter, but Hayfeather could not break character. He was soaking in the looks of disbelief and fear on the sibling's faces. "It took the whole Clan to take the eagle down and free me from the dungeon that was its belly. But Scarletdrift was the real hero, he was younger then and less cranky. He tore the eagle from his neck to its stomach to get me out, I owe him my life you know."
Hayfeather, and every other cat in camp, knew that was nowhere near how the events occurred. Or how he got the deep pink scar across his face. But what fun would it be if he didn't engage in getting a rise out of the young cats every now and then? Even if that engagement was a very tall tale.
"And this scar," He pointed with his paw to his face, "Is the reminder I've lived with every day since then."
"You two are lucky such a terrible beast doesn't still wonder our forest seasons later. It would certainly feast on two strong warriors like you."
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Post by jaybun! on Jul 17, 2024 17:44:34 GMT -5
HAZELPELT - Visiting the medicine den. Of the many cats in Yewclan, Hazelpelt honestly hadn't expected herself to get along with Storm-mask. She appreciated the healer's work, of course, but with a mix of never needing to spend much time in the medicine den- and her general ambivalence to all things Starclan; Hazel hadn't spent much time around the gray molly. Their patrols together had changed that. Hazelpelt had been pleasantly surprised at how easily they'd gotten along. Storm-mask's earnest kindness and the hint of dry humor (no doubt from her father) were a delight. She hoped the sentiment went both ways, but where she would've hesitated in the past; now Hazel was determined to foster connections on her own. With her head held high, she made her way to the healer's den. Hopefully the other she-cat wasn't too busy for some company. The cinnamon molly poked her head in the entrance, glancing around the dim den, " Storm-mask?" Hazelpelt mewed. No answer. Curious, she wormed her way into the den proper, blinking as her eyes adjusted. Seems like the healer must be out... Another time then! Hazel determined, about to slip back out the way she'd came- when her eyes caught on the curled up body resting in the back. Ah, she'd forgotten Frozenlaurel was still recovering from his bad encounter with that dog. A tinge of guilt crept up her gut, and she turned instead to the other warrior. Her own brush with the beasts still laid heavy on her mind. The least she could do was visit, maybe offer some comfort? " Frozenlaurel," Hazelpelt greeted, carefully picking her way to the tom's bedside, " is it alright if I join you?" Brownie |
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Post by Sand on Jul 17, 2024 17:55:02 GMT -5
Spottedfur : sharing tongues with Heavy
Despite the clashes he and Heavy had had in the past, Spottedfur’s relationship with the calico had calmed. They were no longer disagreeing with each other as much. Now that she was the eldest warrior in the clan, he respected her for honing the skills of a senior warrior so well. There was always a point of disagreement, but the grumpy elder tried to let it go.
Even though he was cooped up in the elders’ den most days, the silver tom was slowly growing to sort of like old age. He was able to spend time with Scarletdrift, his unrequited crush. He was able to be around the young cats of the clan too. Maybe old age wasn’t so bad, but dear StarClan, did it hurt his back.
As soon as Heavy began grooming his pelt, he let out a deep sigh. “Oh, is that what you think? I’ll have you know I plead with the young ones to get rid of the burrs,” he joked as he purred in amusement. He leaned over to groom the calico’s forepaws. “They should really teach them how to clean burrs out of my pelt though. I think it should be part of their training. Thank you, you’re a much better cat for the job.”
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Stormmask : event Dreams with Heavy
For Stormmask, her dream of Icepath and Mosspond continued to replay in her mind. She was beyond confused by it and was desperate for help. She needed an interpretation of her dream from anyone— by now she was growing tired from it.
Why had Mosspond not spoken to her the entire time? Was her birth mother upset with her about something? Why did Icepath warn her of someone or was it something? Nothing specific came to mind for the grey tabby.
As she listened intently to Heavy’s dream, her jaw gaped open. The fact that Heavy, of all cats, dreamt of her deceased mate and daughter was mysterious. It didn’t make much sense to Stormmask as she knew that Heavy didn’t believe in StarClan. It was possible that StarClan was trying to send the calico a message. But what could it be? While she pondered, she sorted herbs as usual. It was a mindless task for the medicine cat.
“That’s strange though it seems just as odd as my dream. It might be a nightmare or StarClan visiting you. I don’t have much insight for you unfortunately, I’m sorry,” the medicine cat meowed before continuing. “I too had a dream last night, but I can’t figure it out. I was visited by Icepath, my former mentor and my mother, Mosspond. I’m not sure why, but Icepath warned me though she didn’t say why or what. I’m stumped and I can’t stop thinking about it.”
The medicine cat’s silver gaze glinted with concern for Heavy and both of their dreams. They seemed so odd, so out of character for Stormmask to be unable to interpret. “So, what do you think? Is it nothing and I’m getting too distracted by it?” she inquired, desperate for advice.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jul 17, 2024 18:22:06 GMT -5
Hop stiffened and her gaze narrowed at the gray tom's mention of anyone else handling her kits. She couldn't trust two strange cats with them, even if they would be staying with them for a season or two. Maybe in time, but they were just so small, so helpless. Little tufts of fur that reminded her of herself, and already their personalities shone. Maple was feisty, always squealing at her siblings, and shy little Petal who barely mewed for much of anything. Hop never wanted to have kits, she would always frown at the suggestion from previous suitors and often leave them in the night shortly after those conversations. Having her own changed everything though. She never thought herself capable of truly loving any cat until these five. Hop may as well have her own "Clan".
She relaxed again when he offered to carry the rabbit instead, that was much better. "I would really appreciate that! Is your group always so charitable?" Hop purred, pushing the hefty rabbit towards the tom with her paw and using her tail to keep her kits close by. At least their stubby legs kept them from moving too quickly. She really enjoyed the way their tails would stick straight up in the air as they tried to balance themselves while walking around, getting used to the feeling of controlling their four paws.
"Come along dears, we're moving in with some new friends." Hop called affectionately to her kits, but, she wasn't even sure of the words she was saying. It was all a facade until the queen knew that they were safe for at least a little while, then maybe one day her words about and to the strangers would be genuine. She scooped up Amber by the scruff of her dark tabby pelt, ignoring the way her tiny legs churned in the air and how she mewed with annoyance. The rest of her kits marched beside Hop - she never allowed them to walk behind her. The dark queen looked between both of the cats when she asked around Amber's fur, "Who is your leader by the way? How are they picked?" Hopefully not violently. Hop wasn't necessarily morally opposed to a group that used underhanded tricks and things, but it wasn't about just Hop anymore. She wouldn't want to put her kits who had little say in their life for a few seasons in a group that might push them to the way-side.
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Post by Dew on Jul 17, 2024 20:50:23 GMT -5
 Foxpaw - Training patrol with Slatefoot and Dappleswipe
Why did Dappleswipe want to watch her train with Slatefoot? Was she in trouble? Normally Foxpaw would have been overjoyed at the prospect of the clan deputy watching her train, but today all she was was nervous. It seemed Dappleswipe could see right through her and see all of the things that was wrong with her. Like the fact that the death of Blizzardkit was totally her fault. She had been the one to convince her sister to go out with her, and now Blizzardkit was gone. Just focus on the task at paw.
All too soon they were at the grove of trees that was their destination, where should would surely make a fool of herself. Foxpaw had only been an apprentice for a moon or two, why was Dappleswipe even here! Dappleswipe had never been her favorite cat, and maybe that was why she didn't feel too comfortable around the clan deputy. "Since we're going to the training hollow- that must mean we are practicing battle moves... right?" Foxpaw asked. She just wanted to prepare herself! Luckily Foxpaw had always been good with her words, and she hoped that they didn't seem desperate.
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I think it is a little bit funny that how Foxpaw feels about Dappleswipe is almost opposite about how Dappleswipe feels about Foxpaw] |
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Post by stormshade1 on Jul 17, 2024 23:44:45 GMT -5
 Pondspeckle Patrol - LAST MOON (@)
Okay, last moon he was a little upset he hadn’t gotten an apprentice. But this moon, when the new apprentice had been taken in and assigned a mentor, Pondspeckle couldn’t believe his ears when his name had been called out to mentor this molly. Sure, it was only for a moon, but to him, it meant everything. And... it would make him eligible for deputy. Bubblingstar must be close to retiring, and – no. That didn’t matter. All that mattered what that he would be the best mentor he could be, and do everything he could to make this new addition to the Clan feel at home. She would be safe here. Pondspeckle would make sure of it.
The apprentice, Oatpaw, had calmed down since she joined only a few days ago, and the two cats were going on their first patrol. She walked steadily, not meeting her mentor’s eye, focusing on the grass on the ground. Pondspeckle decided to start up the conversation, because they couldn’t have a silent patrol. “So... how are you?” He felt silly, asking such a simple question when so much had happened to this poor young cat. And, really, he realized, the two that different. They both came from somewhere outside of YewClan. But Pondspeckle, unlike Oatpaw, had still been a bouncy young kit when that had happened, not fully understanding what was happening. Oatpaw, on the other paw, came of her own will. She chose to come, to leave her friends and family behind. He wondered what would motivate a cat to do such things. And Pondspeckle knew that she deserved to be able to keep those things to herself, but Pondspeckle was curious, very curious, and he would try to get the answer out of the apprentice by the end of the patrol. Willingly, of course.
“I, uh... good?” Oatpaw replied nervously, still not meeting his gaze.
“You’re... awfully quiet.”
“Yeah, well, maybe that’s just the way I am.”
“Something’s bothering you.”
“If you had lost your home there would probably be something bothering you too!”
“Y'know, I wasn’t happy about it either. I mean, I hadn’t wanted to leave, but it wasn’t my choice. It was my father’s. And I was too young to understand what had happened, to understand that I didn’t fit in.” After Pondspeckle said that, Oatpaw was silent.
After a few moments, the apprentice said, “You weren’t born here?”
“No, I wasn’t. Me and my brother, Hayfeather, were born in the city. My mother… left early on, so we stopped eating fresh-kill early on. Only my father was left to take care of us, but even he wasn’t around for very long at a time. He would be off stealing scraps from trash cans or even other alley cats. But then he decided we should leave. Me and Hay were kits at that time, and Frozen thought it would be a good idea to leave. We were found by YewClan, and taken in. And, well, now I’m here.”
The apprentice didn’t say anything.
“So... Do you wanna talk about... why you’re here?”
“I... I... My mother. She died when I was born. She was the deputy, and I was an only kit. They never said it to my face, but they thought it, and said it when they thought I couldn’t hear. They said I was a cursed, that I had killed her. And lately... the other apprentices tease me, play ‘jokes’ on me, they’d steal the bedding as I was sleeping on it if they could. They’d ‘practice’ on me, claws unsheathed. And the other warriors don’t care, do they? No, all they see is a cat worthy of the Dark Forest. And... I knew I would have a better chance with a fresh start.”
Pondspeckle didn’t know what to say.
“You... won’t tell anyone, right?”
“Of course not.”
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Post by stormshade1 on Jul 17, 2024 23:57:26 GMT -5
Pondspeckle Patrol (Sapphirejas , jaybun! )
The apprentices were getting along well. Oatpaw hadn’t graduated, but Pondspeckle knew she was so close. Just another moon and Oatpaw could be a warrior. But... for some reason he felt the slightest bit upset. Wasn’t that what he wanted? For Oatpaw to be a warrior? He wasn’t sure. He knew he should be proud, but... He had enjoyed training Oatpaw, and he would miss doing it.
He thought about his mentor, Bubblingstar. How many apprentices had he trained? There must be a lot. He really was getting old now, wasn’t he. Pondspeckle knew it was probably about time for Bubblingstar to retire.
“The pale badger stalks the nursery at night, waiting and waiting until a brave little kit tries to peek their nose out. And then, it’ll snap you up!” Oatpaw told Whorlpaw, giggling. Pondspeckle was glad Oatpaw was making friends.
“C’mon, Oatpaw. Let’s work on that hunting crouch. Remember; we’re not chasing... whatever you ccatch in BurdockClan. You’re in YewClan now, and you’ll catch YewClan prey.”
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Post by grimmreminder on Jul 18, 2024 13:11:43 GMT -5
|| Thrushfleck - Catching up with slatefoot - /w: Slatefoot [ Feathertalon ] ||His purr mimicked his sisters own as she leaned her weight into the sturdy fluff of the male warrior. His head gently headbutting against her own before he pulled away, mischief and happiness being the only emotions reflected in his eyes and the slightest twitch of his tail that was held high in the air. " Yeah, I'll be headed out with her. Figured she could use the moral support, it can be a little heavy being surrounded by the dead. Especially with her job in the clan. " he tilted his head as he observed his sister. He didn't miss the way her eyes briefly darted around camp, seemingly looking for something or.. someone? Had he missed it this entire time? Was she.. interested in someone and he simply didn't know? " You looking for someone? You never told me you liked anyone. I know that look of longing, I mean, I didn't always have a mate. " he chuckled low, flashing a small grin at his own teasing towards his sister. He'd make a really good wingman if he said so himself. Though the mood dropped as quickly as it came as she registered his words about their father. Their sister buried long before they should have been. It hurt, of course it did, but Thrushfleck did the most to not let the emotions slip through the cracks. To be strong for his family. He knew, deep down it would always hurt, like a thorn buried deep into his pelt. Though over time, at least, that pain became more bearable. Knowing that they still looked down on them from above. " Hey, " he purred out, his voice as soft and comforting as he can manage it as he once more pressed himself into his sister's side at the gentle nudge. Letting his body be the rock to hold her up, mentally and physically. " I'm sure they know. It goes without saying you know? But I'll make sure to tell them. "
|| Thrushfleck - Cleaning the gravesite - /w: Shadepatch [ cometchaos ] ||
Thrushfleck was filled with both a renewed sense of vigor and also dread after his discussion with his littermate. Shadepatch and him winding their way to the gravesite, where weeds and other various plant life had begun to invade. It was a good thing, he surmised, that they came out here to care for the dead. He turned his head towards shadepatch as his claws began working on peeling away the weeds from the rocky gravestone markers. " Hey Shadepatch did I.... " he swallowed thickly, the words felt heavy on his tongue. " Did I ever show you where Stemriver and Brightleaf were buried? My father and my sister. They're out here, among the sea of rocks. " he finally stated aloud. Numerous thoughts rolling around in his brain. How long until their names would be.. forgotten to time if their stories didn't carry on? How many cats were buried here among the rocks that Thrushfleck could not recall? Could anyone recall all of them outside of the brief visits from Starclan? Did it.. hurt to be forgotten? " Do you.. feel any presences out here? "The weight of his thoughts grew almost dizzying as he was distracted in his task. His own pawsteps carrying him mindlessly towards the marker, his own sisters words ringing in his head. She missed them. She'd visit them soon. Just as he was doing now as he stared almost blankly downwards. He didn't give much time to the grief, perhaps within comfortable company, he was simply letting the mask of happiness slip. " This one. This one is Stemriver. " he breathed out. A deeper sigh then he realized he was holding. " We miss you dad. Me and Slatefoot both. She wanted you to know that she'd be coming out and visiting soon- and I brought my mate with me. You would have loved Shadepatch. I don't think it would have surprised you two at all, for me to be with a medicine cat. I'm sure Brightleaf can tell you more about her up there. "
Though in the end, perhaps, it was just wishful thinking. To think the signs may be from his own family. That his family might grace him with their presence. He knew that much, but still he clung on to the small remainder of hope, and he would continue to do so until it was time to leave.
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Post by Brownie on Jul 18, 2024 15:47:39 GMT -5
x - Moon 62 - x
late spring; light drizzle
Clan Events:
Prey pile: full Major Events Event: Given oak leaves as treatment for his injuries. Patrol: INJURED Relationships - Appreciates Hopbramble seeking him out (+)
- Doesn't realize he is distracting Whorlpaw from his lesson (-) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : .
Is assigning cats to a hunting patrol Patrol: Training Relationships - Thinks Spottedfur is kind (+)
- Thinks Amberkit is acting strangely (-) with Drizzlemimic
Event : Badger
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The old sett in the roots of the hazelnut has new scent. Dappleswipe takes control of the situation, instructing Drizzlemimic to help her shove bushes and stones down the mouth of the sett. Perhaps it might deter the creature from settling in, but at least it will let the cats know if it's returned or merely passing through. Is struggling to remember what a rare herb looks like Major Events Event: Stormmask did not gather any herbs alone.
Patrol: Herb Gathering Relationships - Loves being around Bubblingstar (+++)
- Thinks Hayfeather was polite (+) with Hazelpelt, Whorlpaw
Event : A presence
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Stormmask alerts the rest of the patrol that they have a visitor. The StarClan cat leads Stormmask to a patch of fresh catmint. Whorlpaw is tasked with collecting fallen oak leaves while the older cats collect the tempting herb. Is thinking about YewClan's past Clan members Major Events Event: Gathered ragwort, wild garlic, and catmint. Sore from patrol.
Patrol: Herb Gathering Relationships - Is glad to see Amberkit taking his health seriously (+++) with Oatburn*
Event : Lungwort
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Shadepatch makes it her mission to find lungwort now that spring is here. They search until their paws are sore, but they can't find the critical herb anywhere. Is asking Bubblingstar if there anything more she can do to help Patrol: Border Relationships - Heckles a rival Clan with Bubblingstar (+++)
- Shares prey with Hopbramble (++) with Hayfeather, Thrushfleck
Event : A cat
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The patrol runs into a cat named Saffron who is looking for Hopbramble. He looks upset and the patrol escorts him firmly off YewClan's territory. Is helping the medicine cat gather herbs Major Events Event: Was seen sharing prey with a loner, before they were chased off by a patrol. Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Chats with Pondspeckle (++)
- Takes time to play with Petalkit (++) with Whorlpaw, Stormmask
Event : A presence
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Stormmask alerts the rest of the patrol that they have a visitor. The StarClan cat leads Stormmask to a patch of fresh catmint. Whorlpaw is tasked with collecting fallen oak leaves while the older cats collect the tempting herb. Wonders how Stormmask is doing Major Events Event: Is given oak leaves as treatment for his broken bone. Patrol: INJURED Relationships - Hisses at Whisperingkit (---)
- Wishes he could patrol with Cinderdapple (++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Daydreams about killing a cat from her past Major Events Event: Is given oak leaves to help her strength. Patrol: INJURED Relationships - Sharpens her claws on a stone where Spottedfur is sunning
- Hisses at Foxpaw (---) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Patrol: Border Relationships - Shares prey with Hayfeather (+++)
- Said something rude to Whorlpaw (-) with Cinderdapple
Event : FlowerClan scent
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : After poking around a bit, the two cats discover a FlowerClan apprentice, hopelessly lost and shivering. He'd fallen into the Rushing Creek and gotten out on the wrong side, with no idea how to get back safely. The two help the young cat find his way back to his mentor. Wants to help Slatefoot with a tricky battle move Patrol: Border Relationships - Brings Scarletdrift herbs with Shadepatch (+++)
- Apologizes after bumping into Maplekit (+) with Heavy, Hayfeather
Event : A cat
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The patrol runs into a cat named Saffron who is looking for Hopbramble. He looks upset and the patrol escorts him firmly off YewClan's territory. Saw a pair of birds with bright yellow feathers! Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Stormmask is being overprotective (---)
- Notices Amberkit being helpful (++) with Foxpaw, Pondspeckle
Event : A bird
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Foxpaw catches the bird before it flies away! Wants to patrol with Mistleheart Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Bubblingstar is reliable (++) with Slatefoot, Foxpaw
Event : A bird
Choice : Procced
Outcome : Foxpaw catches the bird before it flies away! Is talking with Shadepatch Patrol: Border Relationships - Apologizes to Hopbramble for something minor (+) with Heavy, Thrushfleck
Event : A cat
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The patrol runs into a cat named Saffron who is looking for Hopbramble. He looks upset and the patrol escorts him firmly off YewClan's territory. Patrol: Training Relationships - Talks to Mistleheart (+) with Dappleswipe
Event : Badger
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The old sett in the roots of the hazelnut has new scent. Dappleswipe takes control of the situation, instructing Drizzlemimic to help her shove bushes and stones down the mouth of the sett. Perhaps it might deter the creature from settling in, but at least it will let the cats know if it's returned or merely passing through. Heard wolves in the distance Patrol: Border Relationships - Had a fight with Hazelpelt (---) with Mistleheart
Event : FlowerClan scent
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : After poking around a bit, the two cats discover a FlowerClan apprentice, hopelessly lost and shivering. He'd fallen into the Rushing Creek and gotten out on the wrong side, with no idea how to get back safely. The two help the young cat find his way back to his mentor. Oatburn* STATUS: HEALTHY! || OPEN Thinks about StarClan Major Events Event: Is made a warrior! Name options: Oatburn, Oatblaze, Oatspeckle. Sore from patrol. Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Is impressed by Amberkit's insight (+++) with Shadepatch
Event : Lungwort
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Shadepatch makes it her mission to find lungwort now that spring is here. They search until their paws are sore, but they can't find the critical herb anywhere. Is asking Drizzlemimic questions about warrior life Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Admires how brave Petalkit is (++) with Slatefoot, Foxpaw
Event : A bird
Choice : Procced
Outcome : Foxpaw catches the bird before it flies away! Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Complains Maplekit is annoying him (---)
with Hazelpelt, Stormmask
Event : An odd presence
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Stormmask alerts the rest of the patrol that they have a visitor. The StarClan cat leads Stormmask to a patch of fresh catmint. Whorlpaw is tasked with collecting fallen oak leaves while the older cats collect the tempting herb. - Bestows wisdom onto Heavy (+)
- Greeted Shadepatch warmly (++) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . - Was noticibly distracted when Whisperingkit was telling him a story (---)
- Dips his head to Dappleswipe .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Amberkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is in Oatburn's way... again Major Events Event: Gets a runny nose. Gets splashes in puddles skill (swimming) - Notices Whisperingkit being helpful (++) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is trying to growl menacingly so cats will leave her alone Major Events Event: Gets never sits still skill (running) - Is feeling lost and asks Shadepatch what do do (++) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Got in trouble for bringing a bramble vine into the nursery Major Events Event: Gets picky nest builder skill (camp keeper) - Had an argument with Drizzlemimic and called him a rude name (---) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Whisperingkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Got in trouble for bringing a bramble tendril into the nusery Major Events Event: Gets quick to make peace skill (mediating) - Is glad to help Drizzlemimic! (+++) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Maplekit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is batting pebbles over the edge of the ridge Major Events Event: Gets never sits still skill (running) - Loves following Foxpaw around camp (+++) .
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jul 18, 2024 19:40:20 GMT -5
Hopbramble
Bubblingstar's Den | w/ Bubblingstar jaybun!
Hopbramble seeks out Bubblingstar
An entire moon has gone by and Hop had been caught off-guard by the generosity of these cats. She owed them nothing in exchange for being a queen, nursing her kits in a safe, dry, and cozy den all to herself and fresh-kill whenever she wanted it. Not crowfood, not kittypet food, but real food. It felt too good to be true. They had accepted her with such open paws that they even renamed her to follow their naming convention: Hopbramble. The suffix was probably given to her after the state she showed up to their camp in: dull, ungroomed fur covered in brambles from the rabbit chase. She still liked Hop, but she certainly wasn't going to protest while they let her gain her strength back with her kits for no work in exchange. It was a rather terribly inefficient system they had.
In the moon that had passed, the dark tabby queen was filling out her frame again. Her fur appeared much more glossy than it had on that fateful day. Her kits were looking wonderful too, the extra milk she could give them now was doing wonders for their growth. They had so much energy now and were certainly a destructive bunch. Hopbramble had to chuckle when Maplekit would crash into someone while running around camp with her siblings, growling at other cats over silly things or throwing rocks in camp My feisty little street kits Hopbramble thought fondly to herself. Though, she still had to ensure that they weren't being too much of a nuisance, after all, they were guests here, she didn't want to push their luck.
The dark molly stood from the large nest that her family occupied in the nursery, stretching out each limb one at a time and shaking out her pelt of dust. It was about time she formally thanked the leader that allowed her family to stay despite there being six of them. Hopbramble had never met Bubblingstar until this point. Apparently he was recovering from an injury. While she would hate to disturb him in such a state, at this point it felt rude not talking to him face to face. To help soften the blow of being disturbed in his own den, Hopbramble picked up a mouse from the fresh-kill pile as an offering.
Hopbramble's sunlit ice eyes took a moment to adjust after poking her head into the leader's den, placing the mouse at her black paws. It smelled of oak leaves and other herbs, probably for the treatment of his ailment. The dark queen cleared her throat to gently get his attention before speaking, "Good morning Bubblingstar," she spoke softly, "I'm sorry to disturb you, I'm Hopbramble, I just wanted to tell you myself that my family and I are so very grateful for you and you YewClan's generosity. It means so much more than you know to allow us to stay. We certainly could not have made it on our own." Hopbramble pushed the mouse forward a tail-length towards the orange and white tom, "Again, I'm so very sorry to disturb you, so please, enjoy some food. My kits and I are more than willing to help with whatever you may need." The tabby molly purred. Hopefully by being formal and appreciative towards their leader, it would put Hopbramble and the kits in his good graces.
[OOC:]
Hopbramble
YewClan Camp | w/ Heavy Feathertalon
Sharing prey with Heavy
Being a stranger to an established group was a familiar feeling for Hopbramble. She liked not being intertwined with their drama and not held to their standards. She was also rather nosy and liked observing cats, gathering what information she could about them. Not for anything sinister per se, but maybe. If it was appropriate. This time it would be the former. Who wouldn't want to know the going ons of their new home?
Not many cats came to visit Hopbramble and the kits while they were in the nursery, just out and about. She appreciated the privacy during her recovery and warming up to a new place, it was rather considerate of them. Plus, it gave her the opportunity to cat-watch in peace. She had positioned her nest against the back wall of the nursery across from its entrance so she could always see the clearing from where she was sitting but still be in the shadows. Her bright blue eyes probably gave her away though.
There was one cat in particular that caught her eye - Heavy. She was a beautiful molly with long orange and white fur and always this far-off look in her eyes, like she was in a permanent state of pensiveness. Hopbramble wanted to know her story, she had clearly not always been a YewClan cat based on her name alone. The queen was curious as to who Heavy was before YewClan, and why did she decide to stay? Any conversation that she had had with the warrior were quick and polite, but nothing on a deeper level.
Upon seeing the ginger molly in the clearing again, Hopbramble decided to take this as a moment of opportunity. She rose to her paws, shaking out her fur as it stuck in all different directions from her kits clambering over her. With a sweep of her dark striped tail, Hopbramble motioned her litter towards the camp clearing, "Come now, it's time for some fresh air. I need something to eat." She purred to them, half-paying attention to them as they seemed to dart in every direction. Hopbramble knew they wouldn't leave camp, as much as they liked to fuss over everything, they listened to their mother.
The dark tabby molly calmly padded up to Heavy, "Hi Heavy, are you busy? I would love some company while I enjoy my meal." Hopbramble motioned with her tail to the fresh-kill pile before grabbing a tasty-looking bird and tucking into it in a nearby patch of sunshine, "I've been wanting to talk to you for a while now - it's always hard making new friends in new places, especially with these fire running amock!" The queen purred with a twitch of her whiskers as she admired her kits playing. She turned back to face the warrior, "I couldn't help but take note of your name. I suppose it reminds me a lot of mine before I got here." Hopbramble wanted to leave her question as more of an observation, she would hate to pry too much - she was already doing enough.
Hopbramble
YewClan Camp | w/ Spottedfur & Foxpaw Sand @dewbranch
Daydreams about killing a cat from her past
Sharpening her claws on a rock Spottedfur is sunning on
Hisses at Foxpaw
Is given oak leaves for strength
Late new-leaf had brought with it scattered rains, luckily this time only some drizzling, meaning the rocks around camp would be dry enough for Hopbramble to sharpen her claws while she watched her kits play in the clearing. They were lucky to have so many friends amongst themselves, even if they were a handful that never seemed to let her sleep a wink. Hopbramble can't remember the last time she actually slept through a full night - it was most certainly before they were born. Whether they were having a vivid dream and kicking at her belly or just shifting around when it got too warm, Hopbramble could feel all of their little movements and it was enough to drive a cat mad.
Her temper was short today, she could feel it in the way she raked her claws down the side of this rock with urgency. She had noticed Spottedfur on it, but Hopbramble couldn't help if the rock he was taking up was an excellent claw-sharpening one. He should have considered that beforehand. With each drag of her paws, watching her claws leave markings on the stone, the dark molly could not help but stare at the way that they moved, her icy blue eyes lost in the way that the movement looked and felt. When was the last time she had used her claws on something other than a rock? Hopbramble hadn't even been hunting yet. She was much too weak from kitting and nursing still. Hopefully, those oak leaves the healers gave her would work sooner rather than later, she knew she was still vulnerable if her new found clanmates decided to turn on her. It was frustrating knowing how dependent she was on others, Hopbramble was used to holding her own.
The dark tabby kept watching the markings in the rock become more frequent as they kept working her claws - she would certainly be able to hold her own again once she was better. Hopbramble could leave with her kits and they could make their own life drifting between places. She would teach them everything they needed to know - how to hunt, how to swim, how to steal...how to kill. Her whiskers twitched in amusement. How funny would it be to run into the first group of alley cats she had joined as a young molly when she would have 5 other cats on her side? Their no good badger-faced leader, Rex, would regret the day he made an example out of her for coming back to camp empty-pawed after a hunting patrol to a carrion place. Hopbramble worked her claws a little more forcefully now, eyes round with fury. Does he really think I'd let him forget how they left me in a dumpster for two-legs to find me days later? Her clawing was faster still, I can't wait to see that stupid tom again, I'll cut him open, I'll- Hopbramble stopped. That was enough sharpening for today. [OOC:if u wanted to have foxpaw just jump in there and ask what her deal is maybe? whatever u wanna do! just thought i'd knock out a few pips in one]
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Post by Dew on Jul 18, 2024 19:55:23 GMT -5
 Scarletdrift - Was noticeably distracted when Whisperingkit was telling him a story (---)
As the days went by, Scarletdrift could practically feel himself slowing down. Yes, he still wanted to leave camp, but now he didn't go as far. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was that he couldn't. Well, maybe he could, if he had stayed a warrior. Now he didn't exercise as much, mostly sitting around camp and talking with the young. Now there were five more kits! Yewclan couldn't be more blessed than this.
Speaking of the new kits, here comes one of the new ones! What was her name again? Mapleki? Oh! Whispingkit! It was kind of funny- there was no way that kit even knew what whispering was!
"Hey Scarletdrift!" She said, stopping in front of him. "I have a really good story to tell! So I was in the nursery today and..." Where had they found these kits again? Oh right! Their mother, Hopbramble had been found on patrol last moon and Yewclan had taken them in. It was a good thing they had too, otherwise they might all be dead! Scarletdrift remembered how skinny they had been when they had arrived. "Scarletdrift! Are you even listening?!" The kit said. "What? Oh! yes, of course!" He replaced, a little sheepish. "No you weren't! I can't believe it!," Whisperingkit stopped off, her tiny tail flicking agrily. Scarletdrift laughed to himself.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 18, 2024 20:37:39 GMT -5
Heavy »
A flash of dark fur in the corner of Heavy’s eyes grabbed her attention. For a moment she assumed that her daughter Slatefoot was approaching, wanting to spend time with her mother, but this assumption was soon buried when a clearer picture was placed in front of the calico. Dark fur that was highlighted with dusty orange rather than stained with snowy white, fur that smelled of warm milk and fresh moss rather than rain-laden yews and freshly grown ferns.
Hopbramble. The newest addition of YewClan alongside her rambunctious litter of kits.
Heavy did not know much about the newly joined queen, but she was always happy to learn more about her Clanmates. Her whiskers twitched as a ruffle of amusement snaked down her spine - it seemed as if she had a knack for attracting YewClan’s newest members, a knack for attracting cats who had lived beyond YewClan’s borders and came looking for sanctuary among the Clan. She thought back to Stemriver, how seasons ago he had merely been Stempaw. A young tom who had crossed the border to find a new home. She thought of Shadepatch, how the young tortoiseshell had joined and made herself a part of Heavy’s family by settling down and falling in love with Thrushfleck, Heavy’s son. Her mind flashed to Oatburn, a scared apprentice who had begged for tranquility in YewClan. Even Hazelpelt and Mistleheart, two cats she had formed close bonds with over the seasons, had been outsiders before joining the Clan. Just more outsiders that Heavy had come to love and trust.
Perhaps it was due to her having come from outside of YewClan’s borders as well, but Heavy did wonder if she just had a knack for attracting those who held no YewClan blood in their veins. She was a safe space, and that thought alone filled her with warm pride.
She dipped her head in greeting toward Hopbramble, making space for the queen as she brought forth a rather plump looking bird. ”Oh, trust me, I know how you feel!” She purred with a fond smile. It had been a few seasons since Heavy herself had been nursing kits, but she remembered it as if it were just yesterday. How small and lively her brood had been, how happy and content they had all been. Back then she still had Stemriver. Still had Brightleaf. They had been a family, whole and complete. Heavy’s heart twinged with grief. How she longed for those days, those carefree, happy days… ”I only had three kits, I couldn’t imagine how chaotic it would be with five,” she mrrrowed, blue eyes shining with affectionate laughter. If she counted Mistleheart then Heavy had technically had five kits with her in the nursery, but Mistleheart had been apprenticed not long after Heavy’s litter had arrived. For the most part she had only watched over three kits. Having five kits to care for seemed like an impossible task even in a Clan; Heavy couldn’t imagine how hard that task would be living alone.
The life of a loner seemed so far away to Heavy now. She had been a Clan cat far longer than she had been a loner, yet that lifestyle had remained with her. She was more Clan than she was loner now, but Heavy would never forget her younger days of prowling the forest on her own, how she traveled wherever she pleased without boundaries stopping her. Her loner days were long behind her, but she never forgot what it was like living that way. Even the name she carried, despite it not being her birth name, was a stark reminder of the life she had lived before YewClan. ”I was once a loner, many moons ago,” she confirmed with a brisk nod of her head. ”As you can tell I never took on a Clan name.” She was one of a kind in that aspect - every other cat who had joined outside of Clan roots had given themselves a name more fitting of the Clan’s traditions, but Heavy…Heavy had never done as much. She didn’t see the need to. Sometimes she wondered what name she would be given if she ever decided to receive a warrior name, but the urge to ask Bubblingstar to hold her a naming ceremony had never flared within her. To her, Heavy was her Clan name. Before YewClan she had been Katydid, a spry young calico with a long life to live. Now that cat was no longer. Now she was Heavy, an aging molly with a family she adored and friends she would lay her life down for. Why ask for anything more when she had more than what she had ever dreamed of? |
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Post by Dew on Jul 18, 2024 21:37:03 GMT -5
Foxpaw - Asks Drizzlemimic questions about warrior life
Foxpaw had some time on her paws. She knew that she had a training patrol with Slatefoot that afternoon, but that wasn't for a few more hours! And she was really curious about the life of a warrior. For instance, what did they do when they had time on their paws? Apprentices sometimes seemed busier than the warriors, with all the apprentice duties. It wasn't as if they were patrolling all the time.
Spotting one of the warriors on the far side of camp, Foxpaw made a beeline to where Drizzlemimic was sitting, her eyes shining. "Hey Drizzlemimic! How are you doing this morning?" She asked. "I have a few questions for you! First off, what's it like to be a warrior? I've always wondered what it's like. I can't wait to be one myself!" Foxpaw beamed at him, hoping he wouldn't send her away. Her tail was flicking back and forth with excitement.
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Foxpaw - Gets hissed at by Hopbramble
Foxpaw had been sunning herself on the grass semi-close to where Spottedfur was. She didn't actually like the older tom that much, but his sunning spots were prime! When he left, Foxpaw was sure to steal it. Her grassy spot wasn't all too bad, but the rock was sure to be much warmer, especally with Spottedfur's extra warmth. A sudden scratching interrupted Foxpaw's thoughts, and she turned to see Hopbramble - the new Yewclan queen - sharpening her claws on the rock Spottedfur was sunbathing on! The nerve!
"What are you doing?" Foxpaw asked, getting to her paws and shaking out her pelt. "Can't you see Spottedfur is trying to enjoy himself over here? And anyways, I find wood is better. It's not that hard to leave camp for a moment if you need. You could ask Scarletdrift or Spottedfur to watch your kits while your gone! I bet they would be more than happy!" Foxpaw had no idea if any of these were true, but they sounded true. All she hoped was that Hopbramble didn't see through her and laugh. That would be embarrassing, especially in front of Spottedfur!
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Post by lazzylake on Jul 18, 2024 22:53:12 GMT -5
Dapppleswipe
Feels satisfaction seeing an apprentice master a task
Training with Slatefoot and Foxpaw (LAST MOON)
Dappleswipe followed the mentor-apptentice duo along the flourishing forest, relishing in all of newleaf’s beauty. Or at least, relishing in what foliage peaked out along the melting snow. It was late enough for the deputy to monitor one of YewClan’s most promising characters. She stalked up a nearby tree and perched on a branch to survey, indicating for training to commence.
Slatefoot and Foxpaw were the pair to watch. Bubblingstar’s first apprentice training one of his kits? It seemed everything came full circle, just like the turn of the seasons. She was incredibly pleased to watch their progress from a distance, and battle training was a good skill to pinpoint strengths and weaknesses. The deputy had much confidence observing Foxpaw’s improvement in sparring. It would also improve Slatefoot’s reputation in the clan. Lately Dappleswipe had been considering who would take her role once she ascended to leadership…
But as Slatefoot and Foxpaw scuffled in the shaded clearing, Dappleswipe couldn't help but feel a mild wave of- disappointment. They both appeared to have their minds elsewhere. Foxpaw's moves were clumsy at best, and her mentor didn't make effort to politely critique the apprentice’s mistakes. The deputy bit her tongue, cringing, powerless to offer advice. She mentored two apprentices for StarClan’s sake! One of them being Slatefoot’s father! But it would be unfair of her to interrupt.
In the midst of the underwhelming session, Dappleswipe was grateful for Slatefoot accepting her as a spectator. The deputy and warrior had grown a really tight friendship over the moons. This was proof of that. Maybe she could reward Foxpaw to boost her motivation. The molly needed some encouragement.
Surprises Foxpaw with something nice! (LAST MOON) The sun was just climbing to its peak in the sky when Slatefoot and Foxpaw's training concluded. Dappleswipe kept a steady gait behind the two, but trotted up ahead to meet Foxpaw's pace. The ginger apprentice's nerves got the best of her that day, but the deputy knew she was full of blossoming potential. Staying true to her word, the deputy wished to reward her efforts. Dapleswipe's tortoiseshell pelt mingled with pumpkin colored fur.
“Foxpaw, you were very brave for letting me survey your progress today. Would you like to have first pick of the fresh-kill pile after the hunting patrols return?,” a light, quiet purr stirred in Dappleswipe's voice. She hoped to ease the tension of their encounters, especially when Foxpaw saw the deputy's more somber side a few moons prior when Blizzardkit traveled to StarClan. The last thing she wanted was to be associated with the death of a beloved sibling.
The trio arrived in the c!earing once more, and Dappleswipe gave Foxpaw, a brief, delighted nudge."Go back to your den and rest up a little. You've earned it."
tags: Feathertalon Dew ooc: (These both took longer than I hoped. Thank you all for being patient you guys are the coolest!!) |
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