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Post by jaybun! on Jul 19, 2024 0:15:15 GMT -5
BUBBLINGSTAR - Sought out by Hopbramble! (relaxing in camp) Being cooped up in his den after an injury had become rather old at this point in Bubblingstar's long, long life. The fact that he could say he's been attacked by dogs four times would be impressive, if it weren't so terrifying. Most warriors didn't survive one encounter, let alone nearly as many claws as he has on one paw! Retirement sounded sweeter every day. But his gentle probing of Dappleswipe's readiness hadn't yielded results so far. He was afraid she might not ever be ready- and then what would she do when the choice was suddenly taken from her? Grim as it was, Bubblingstar knew he hadn't many moons left. While the rare elder had lived well into their two-hundredth moon, he suspected they hadn't still been active in the field. A problem for the future, perhaps. The sound of someone clearing their throat lifted him from his thoughts, his head raising from where it had lain on his front paws. Oh, he blinked at the unfamiliar queen, was this the new addition Mistleheart's patrol had found? What was her name again... " I'm sorry to disturb you, I'm Hopbramble," the molly helpfully introduced herself, " 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." He felt warmed by the earnest praise, giving Hopbramble a slow, affectionate blink as she nudged the mouse she carried closer. Bubblingstar shifted, centering the prey offering between them with a gentle laugh, " I appreciate the gesture, but I'm afraid I can't take credit for my warrior's kindness. But I will take pride in it." The Yewclan of old could scarcely compare to it's present self- and it'd taken many moons for Bubblingstar to truly see the value in that fact. The clan of the past would've called them weak, thin-blooded, with so many outsiders haven taken residence within. At one point, he may have agreed with them. But as he looked upon Yewclan now, Bubblingstar felt a gentle pride lift his heart. The warriors of his clan were kind and made stronger by their varied pasts. He couldn't say what had happened to cause that change, but he was endlessly thankful for it all the more. With a smile, the pale ginger tom dipped his head toward the mouse between himself and the molly, " Would you do me the honor of sharing a mouse, Hopbramble?" lemonshortbread |
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Post by cometchaos on Jul 19, 2024 3:37:27 GMT -5
 Shadepatch - Herb gathering with Oatburn-Shadepatch had brought Oatburn on her herb gathering patrol today. She also used to be from Burdockclan, Shadepatch remembered that Oatburn had been Oatkit when she left, 3 moons old to be exact. They were walking towards the Rushing Creek to find Burdock Root, but Shadepatch made sure to be on the lookout for the herb on the way there.
After getting to the Rushing Creek, the two cats had searched for Burdock Root, and when they couldn't find any there, they searched what felt liek the whole territory. Shadepatch's paws had been sore for a while, but she kept searching either way. When Oatburn complained about her paws too though, she gave in and called the patrol a failure, and just letting them both walk back to camp.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Jul 19, 2024 3:53:59 GMT -5
 lemonshortbread Mistleheart (FlowerClan scent with Cinderdapple) Mistleheart was assigned on a border patrol with Cinderdapple by the deputy, Dappleswipe. Finally, after what felt like forever, there were no more snow on the ground, as the warm sun has finally melted all of it away. And a light drizzle was a sign of life, rather than the bitter snow that fell onto the grounds in leaf-bare. Not only that, YewClan was blessed with a new queen and FIVE new kits. The most shocking thing that two of the two kits were male torties, one that looked like a half moon and had two different coloured eyes. This has never happened before in all the cats in the land, even kittypets. The only torties in the land has ever been females. Mistleheart was sure that the cold weather finally ending, and the arrival of the five kits, and two male torties was a blessing from StarClan, they decided to shower YewClan with their love! Mistleheart was daydreaming about the kits who have arrived to YewClan and how StarClan have been so kind to them lately, when she smelt FlowerClan scent. It was very far into YewClan's territory! This fox-hearted FlowerClan cat is obviously blatantly trespassing YewClan's territory!Mistleheart raised her hackles ands alerted her Clanmate with her fluffy white tail. " There's a FlowerClan cat far into our territory!" Hissed the white-furred warrior " Lets drive them out! They have NO RIGHT to be here!" But before Mistleheart and Cinderdapple can follow the scent, a small FlowerClan apprentice has appeared out of the bush. He was a black tom, with a white muzzle, paws, tail tip and had a little white "flame" on his chest. His eyes were green. As soon as he saw the two YewClan cats, he let out of scream of terror. " PLEEASE DON'T ATTACK ME, YEWCLAN CATS!" Yowled the black-furred apprentice. " IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! I was out hunting with my mentor in the forest, and I chased a squirrel away from her, ending up with me being lost! I can't find her!”Mistleheart lowered her hackles and felt her heart rate slow down. " Please calm down, we're not going to attack you." Mewed Mistleheart, looking at the apprentice with a comforting gaze . " It's obvious you aren't trying to trespass. Could you tell us your name? We can escort you to your side of the border." " Yes." meowed the apprentice, clearly calmed down " My name is Crowpaw.” He mewed. " And I got lost, and I can't find my mentor, Rosestem!" " Don't worry Crowpaw" Comforted Mistleheart " We can take you back to your mentor." " Thank you so much!" Meowed Crowpaw. " I owe you two everything!"
 jaybun! Sand Whorlpaw (An odd presence with Hazelpelt and Stormmark) Whorlpaw has been training as hard as he can with Hazelpelt over the last moon. Last moon, Whorlpaw learnt the news that a loner queen and her five kits joined the Clan, and as he watched them play, he noticed that the last snow has has disapeared from the ground. Perhaps, the five kits and the finally warm weather were gifts wrapped by StarClan itself. Especially with all the talk of the two male torties, and the fact that one kit looked like he is literally a half moon, and moons are associated with the warrior ancestors, StarClan. One sunrise, Whorlpaw was asked to go on a herb gathering patrol with his mentor Hazelpelt and with the healer, Stormmask. He was excited like always to have more responbilities to do, as he thinks it will make him the best warrior in YewClan, and possibly even leader one day. As Whorlpaw padded with the other two cats, with Stormmask in the lead, suddenly, he heard a rustle in the wind. When Stormmask alerted the rest him and Hazelpelt that a StarClan cat was visting, Whorlpaw turned his head disbelieving. " Stormmask, it's just the wind, there's no way a Sta...." Whorlpaw's sentence trailed off when a starry furred cat appeared in front of him and the other two cats. She was a gray smoke she-cat with dark blue eyes. Her fur shone in a brilliant light, and there were frost in her paws. Whorlpaw's jaw dropped, dumbfounded in what he was seeing. He was seeing a DEAD and a STARCLAN cat! The cats the elders told him in his kithood as stories! I don't believe I what I'm seeing! A STARCLAN CAT!" Whorlpaw, I'm Icepath, the healer of YewClan before Stormmask here. I died a long time ago, before you was born. " She mewed, quite calmly. " I hear you are the leader, Bubblingstar son. You have a big legacy to fulfill young one. " But Whorlpaw was too shocked to say anything to her. AM I DREAMING?! Or... AM I DEAD?! I can't be... she was also talking to Stormmask and Hazelpelt!" For this moon only, I will guide you three to the herb that the Clan will need desperately" the StarClan cat mewed, with wisdom in her voice. Whorlpaw dragged his paws towards Hazelpelt and Stormmask, as if they have turned into blocks of ice. Icepath has lead the three cats to a large patch of catmint, looking in their best conditions by some mircale, despite the late thaw. After the StarClan cat, Icepath disappeared, he was asked to pick the leaves of the catmint. He didn't talk as he worked, his muscles shivering from shock. He also didn't talk on the way back to camp, carrying hauls of the green herbs. He couldn't believe what has happened!
OOC: Sorry, no relationship pips today, as I'm mentally preparing for my brother's 21ST BIRTHDAY tomorrow! I'll try to get them up on Saturday (Sunday for me, because I live in a weird time zone), but I can't promise, as I have other stuff to do  I will only do moon and patrol events for Monday (Tuesday for me)'s moon, but I'll try to respond to any prompts (something I didn't do last time because of the uni test). ALSO, lemonshortbread , I'm really sorry, but I accidently NPC'd your character, Cinderdapple a few weeks ago. I was thinking Cinderdapple was Dewbranch's character, who was away on holiday, but of course I was wrong. I hope you can forgive me. |
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Jul 19, 2024 7:59:51 GMT -5
 Drizzlemimic- Training with Dappleswipe Despite his name, Drizzlemimic was not too big of a fan of the rain, or getting wet. It wasn’t the biggest inconvenience in the world to him, but he still would have preferred to avoid it. Still, as least the drizzle was light as he followed Dappleswipe to the training grounds. A few moons ago, he would have hated still having to train, but now he realized that even a warrior has more to learn. The two cats were just about to start, when Drizzlemimic felt a foul smell enter his nose. He looked around, trying to find out where the rancid scent came from, and it lead to the old hazelnut tree, with a badger den at its roots. It had been abandoned for a while, but now it was fresh.The young warrior approached the den cautiously. He had never came close to an encounter with a badger, so he wasn’t sure how to approach the situation. At least we’re not dealing with another dog, Drizzlemimic thought to himself. “Dappleswipe, the badger scent here is fresh. How do you say we go about this?” Drizzlemimic- Talks to Mistleheart Drizzlemimic was relaxing in camp, eating a plump mouse. It had been a moon since Hopbramble and her litter arrived to YewClan. Most cats in the clan were exited for a new generation of kits in the clan. Drizzlemimic was too, but something about the new queen just felt…. off. Just her general demeanor, behavior and manor of speaking… it felt like she wasn’t planning on staying long term in the clan. Sure, she had taken a clan-like name, but that’s not a guarantee she’s loyal to YewClan. While Drizzlemimic was certainly happy to help a cat that needed his clan, he didn’t want to get his expectations up that these six new additions to the clan were permanent. But maybe he was just thinking too much about. Drizzlemimic decided to ask another cat what they think about the situation. Looking around camp he saw Mistleheart, his former mentor. Of course! Not only was she a loyal and reliable cat, but she was on the patrol that found Hopbramble. She should now more about this cat’s nature. The grey and white tom strolled up to her. “Hello Mistleheart! How have things been going recently? I wanted to ask you about Hopbramble and her litter. I… have a feeling that she doesn’t exactly plan on settling down in YewClan, but so many cats have already accepted that she will. What do you think about the situation?”. Drizzlemimic- Talking with Foxpaw "Hey Drizzlemimic! How are you doing this morning? 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!". It seemed Drizzlemimic had a knack for getting along with the clan’s apprentices. Whorlpaw had talked to him multiple times in the past and seemed to look up to Drizzlemimic, and now Foxpaw was interviewing him too. Drizzlemimic didn’t mind. He liked talking to other cats, regardless of their experience. The young warrior thought for a second about to how answer Foxpaw’s question. There were many aspects of warrior life he could touch on. The biggest change Drizzlemimic could see when he got promoted was that everyone treated him like an equal. It was nice, but it did get to his head for a little while. “I’m doing great today Foxpaw, thanks for asking. When you become a warrior, a lot of things change. You sleep in the warriors den, you are instructed to go on more patrols, since you don’t do apprentice jobs anymore, but you also do a lot of general camp keeping. You’re also trusted with a lot more responsibilities, which can be stressful, but if you fulfill all your duties, you’re treated with respect by other warriors like an equal!”.  Dawnkit- Got in trouble for bringing a bramble vine into the nursery/Had an argument with Drizzlemimic and called him a rude name He didn’t understand why he looked like this, or even how he looked like. He had never seen his reflection before. He didn’t know why he looked like a “half moon”, how some cats described, or if he was a sign from “StarClan”, whatever that was. His mom didn’t seem to believe in these ghosts the other cats were talking about, so he didn’t either. Usually, Dawnkit would stay close to Hopbramble, but not today. Today he looked at the nest he and his mom shared with his litter mates and decided it needed something… extra. He waddled outside the nursery, looking at the light rain outside. While out there, he caught a glimpse of exactly what he needed! A bramble vine! Sure, it was spiky, but it would look great in their nest. He picked it up by its end with his mouth and started dragging it back. He was so exited to show his siblings his find, when he was stopped by a fluffy white and grey tom. Dawnkit vaguely remembered his name was… Drizzlemimic? “Hey little guy,” he said with a light tone. “You can’t bring that back into the nursery. You could get pricked, or someone else might.” Dawnkit shyly looked down at the ground. He had been caught! But he didn’t want to give up his treasure just yet. Maybe, he could weave his way out of the situation. “Oh… I.. was just going to show it to my mom. Yea, her name is Hopbramble after all. She would appreciate it!” The warrior smiled at him. “I’m sure your mom would appreciate you bringing something… safer in the nursery, like a leaf! Here, let me just take that of your paws…”. Drizzlemimic tried to take the bramble vine away from Dawnkit, but the kit resisted. He tried pulling it back with all his might. He had to keep it, for his mother! But alas, he was no match for the warriors strength. “You fox heart! That was my toy!” Dawnkit said while running off, crying. “Dawnkit, no, wait!”. Dawnkit ran out of the camp, out into the drizzle. There, he looked into a puddle, and for the first time, saw himself. He had heard other cats describe how he looked, and he had seen his different colored paws multiple times, but now he saw his two completely different color halves. None of his siblings looked like him. No other cat did. Why was he different? Did… did this have to do with StarClan? He took a step back, and Drizzlemimic walked up to him. “Let’s get you back in the nursery…” Dawnkit nodded and followed him. Tagging lazzylake Sapphirejas Dew |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 19, 2024 20:11:13 GMT -5
Heavy »
Unfamiliar scents lingering near a border were not uncommon. Cats with all sorts of backgrounds traversed these lands, some crossing the border while others steered clear. YewClan was no stranger to new cats crossing into their land asking for sanctuary, and with a kind-hearted leader such as Bubblingstar a newcomer was rarely chased away. Rarely. It happened on occasion, Heavy had seen it happen once or twice since joining the Clan.
Her eyes narrowed as she drank in the damp air. This scent was somewhat familiar. Not of YewClan, or any other Clan, origin, but there was something about it, something that she knew. She had come across this scent before, but where? Her tail twitched uneasily, a silent signal for her patrol mates to keep their guard up. Even if the scent was hauntingly familiar, something about it made her feel wary.
A flash of pale ginger in the nearby thickets tensed the warrior’s muscles. The oddly familiar scent drifted around her once more, an answer lingering in its mist.
Hopbramble.
The queen’s scent was slowly turning to that of a YewClan cat’s, but her scent still betrayed her loner background. This newcomer smelled like Hopbramble.
A broad ginger head stuck itself out from the thickets, green eyes rounding with surprise when they met the narrowed gaze of Heavy. The calico squared her shoulders; usually she was welcoming to strangers, but something about this tom had her fur prickling.
”Hello,” the tom greeted coolly, body language and words giving nothing away as of yet. He seemed cordial enough, friendly even, and yet… ”My name’s Saffron, and I’m looking for…a friend.”
The hesitation. Heavy’s tail-tip twitched, another silent indication to both Hayfeather and Thrushfleck to stay on guard, to keep alert. ”Her scent led me here,” Saffron explained, sliding fluidly into a sitting position, unbothered by the Clan cats that stood in front of him. The surprise that had flickered in the tom’s green eyes had long vanished, turning into an unreadable expression.
Heavy cocked her head to the side. She could entertain this tom for a moment, try to figure him out, try to read more into the vibe she was getting from him. ”A friend? What’s their name?” She already knew the answer - Saffron’s scent told her already, but she decided to pretend as if she had no idea who he could be looking for. Heavy and Hopbramble had not spoken much, but in the short time that the queen had been part of the Clan, she had made no mention of friends or even a mate. Heavy felt like there was a reason for why the queen remained silent about those topics. There had to be a reason as to why Hopbramble came to the Clan with only her kits in tow and no signs of friends or a mate.
”Hop is her name. She’s expecting kits - or, well, I should say the kits should be born by now. Our kits were not born yet last I saw her.”
There it was. A confirmation that this ginger tom knew Hopbramble quite well. This was the father of her kits, and again, while Heavy had not spent a large amount of time with YewClan’s newest members, she still had an odd feeling about Saffron. Surely if he was important to her Hopbramble would have wanted her mate to be at her side, yet she had said nothing about her kits’ father. A seemingly strong-willed molly, Hopbramble appeared the type to be able to fend for herself, but if even a cat like Hopbramble was deliberately omitting information such as her mate, then something had to have happened. Something about Saffron couldn’t be quite right.
Making a decision on her own, Heavy raised her head. A pointed glare loomed down upon Saffron. ”I’m afraid no cat here knows a Hop.” Not entirely a lie. They knew a cat named Hopbramble, not just Hop. ”Now if you don’t mind, this is YewClan territory.” She nodded toward the nearby border, gesturing for Saffron to get to his paws and leave.
Saffron’s ears flicked back, annoyance flickering underneath his facade of coolness. ”But her scent leads me straight here. You must know where she is! As her mate and the father of her kits -”
Heavy cut him off, stepping closer to the pale ginger tom. Her eyes narrowed, the very tips of her claws unsheathing. She would not start a fight unless absolutely necessary, but she wanted Saffron out of her Clan’s territory. If Hopbramble wanted to see him, then Hopbramble would have spoken about her mate by now. ”I told you we don’t know a queen named Hop. Get off YewClan territory,” she hissed, bold enough to stand up for herself, assured enough to run this tom off if he refused to leave.
Tense silence rolled between Saffron and the patrol. He stared between Heavy and her patrolmates for a long moment as if silently debating whether or not he could handle himself against three fully trained warriors; eventually, he realized he had no chance at winning a fight, and with a hiss and a grumble of words under his breath, he turned and stalked off.
Heavy remained where she was for a few minutes. Ever so slowly did she ease, but not once did she let her guard down. ”Thrushfleck, can you make sure he left? Hayfeather and I will remain here, so if there’s any trouble, come get us.” She glanced toward her son. The last thing she wanted was to put him in any trouble, but he was a warrior as much as Heavy was herself. Thrushfleck could fend for himself, and should something go awry, he had Hayfeather and Heavy not far away. |
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Post by stormshade1 on Jul 19, 2024 21:09:34 GMT -5
 Pondspeckle Patrol (Dew, jaybun!)
Now that Oatburn was a warrior, Pondspeckle didn’t have to train an apprentice anymore. He missed that. Oatburn was his first apprentice, and may well be his only. Now that he had nobody to train, he felt... lonely. He would keep patrolling with whatever random group he was put with.
Today he was grouped with Slatefoot and her apprentice, Foxpaw. They weren’t his top picks of cats to patrol with – no offense to either of them. He just would have prefered to patrol with someone new, like Mistleheart – they hadn’t talked much.
The prey wasn’t as plentiful as expected. It was newleaf, a time when the forest should have been prey-rich. But the whole forest seemed sad. Pondspeckle wondered why.
Then they came across a bird. Pondspeckle stayed back, wanting to let the apprentice do her thing. She eventually caught it, but only as it was about to fly away.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Jul 20, 2024 18:29:41 GMT -5
 chocolatemilk7 Mistleheart (talks to Drizzlemimic) Mistleheart was in a conversation with her former apprentice, Drizzlemimic. There was a light drizzle surrounding the two cats. " Hello Mistleheart! How are things going recently? I just wanted to ask you about Hopbramble and her litter. I... have a feeling that she doesn't exactly plan on settling down in YewClan, but so many cats have already accepted that she will. What do you think about the situation?" Drizzlemimic mewed. There was a amused twitch in Mistleheart's whiskers. " I'm doing fine, thank you Drizzlemimic. You don't think Hopbramble and her kits will stay?! Are you kidding?! Of course they will! I have seen many signs that StarClan is watching Hopbramble's family with a close eye. The fact that she have TWO male torties, something that has never happened to any queens in our land, and the fact that Dawnkit looks like a half moon and looks like he is two cats stitched together says it all! Yes, I definitely think that when Hopbramble's kits become apprentices, Hopbramble will change her mind and stay as warriors of YewClan. If Hopbramble tries to leave YewClan with her kits, I really believe StarClan would send her a dream, persuading her to stay! This family's the sign from StarClan that YewClan has a bright and prosperous future ahead of us!" Mistleheart let out a laugh, and she playfully tackles Drizzlemimic. " Surely, as a great follower of the warrior code, you would see the signs of StarClan?!" She teased her former apprentice. Mistleheart had a great time with her former apprentice, Drizzlemimic.
whispering Mistleheart ( Is craving frog, shares prey with Hayfeather +++, said something rude to Whorlpaw -) Mistleheart finished grooming her fur in the warrior's den before sunhigh. She has been laid off of her warrior duties for this sunrise. As lunchtime approached, she started imagining what frog might taste like. She never had one before, and would love to try one! She heard they like to come in light rain in Newleaf, which it was raining right now. Mistleheart padded to the fresh-kill pile, and to her disappointment, there were no frogs in the freshkill pile. Oh well, I can try one another sunrise...As Mistleheart plucked a vole out of the freshkill pile, she saw Hayfeather walking towards the pile. Mistleheart purred at the thought of spending time with him. " Hi Hayfeather! Would you like to share this vole with me? " Mistleheart called out. After he agreed, Mistleheart enjoyed lunch with him, and spending time with the gray tom. After eating, Mistleheart said goodbye to Hayfeather, she then started walking back to the warrior's den to take an afternoon nap. Suddenly, the fluffy white she-cat caught sight of ginger fur. Whorlpaw ran up to her, his eyes beaming with pride of his progress of his training with his mentor, Hazelpelt. Oh no... Whorlpaw! Mistleheart groaned. She has grown to disrespect the ginger apprentice, and his disrespect for the Warrior Code. The last thing that she wanted for him to rush up to her with pride with pride in his eyes! " Hello Mistleheart! Hazelpelt says that my training for becoming a great warrior is going well! " Whorlpaw mewed excitedly at her. " Whorlpaw... " Growled Mistleheart " You will never become a GREAT warrior if you don't live by the warrior code, no matter how many Clan duties you do! I do mine, with respect with the Warrior Code, and that makes me a GREAT warrior!" Mistleheart could see that she hurt the small ginger tom. Tears were welling up in his aqua blue eyes. " HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT?! I WILL BE A BETTER WARRIOR THAN YOU, WARRIOR CODE OR NOT!" " He yowled at her. " I should have never looked up to you as a great warrior! " He turned tail, and stormed away from Mistleheart, tears streaming out of his eyes!
 jaybun! Whorlpaw ( Is feeling excited, complains to Hazelpelt that Maplekit is annoying him) Despite his earlier bad encounter with Mistleheart, Whorlpaw was feeling very excited. Hazelpelt has said his training was going well, and he knew that if he keep it up, he will be a warrior in no time! And I will show Mistleheart that I don't need the Warrior Code to be a great warrior! As long as I do all the tasks, even going on herb gathering patrols with healers! Whorlpaw was keeping his encounter with the StarClan cat, Icepath a quarter moon ago a secret. He didn't want to shock the YewClan with the encounter, and make other cats jealous that they didn't see the StarClan cat. Only Stormmask and Hazelpelt knew, about the encounter with the StarClan cat, as they were with him as Icepath, the StarClan cat led them to the fresh catmint. The encounter with the StarClan cat still shook his soul in his body. Life was never the same after that encounter! Whorlpaw thoughts drifted to the new queen and her kits. He knew that these kits were touched by StarClan, but one of the kits, Maplekit has been annoying him since she and her family came. She has been teasing and playing pranks with him! Wholrpaw decided to take this matter with his mentor, Hazelpelt. He found her in the clearing. The ginger tom padded up to her, his ears flat on his face. " Hello Hazelpelt!" Mewed Whorlpaw. " This kit, Maplekit has been bothering me since she, and her family came to YewClan. I think her family were touched by StarClan, but that doesn't make her any less annoying! She has been playing pranks on me! Could you scold her from bothering me?! Thanks." |
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Post by Sand on Jul 20, 2024 18:40:26 GMT -5
 Spottedfur : feeling sassy today & greeted Shadepatch
As Spottedfur sat on a smooth, grey rock in the sun, he chose to rest his eyes. However, the sound of a feline sharpening their claws against his rock kept him wide awake.
The silver speckled tom stared at Hopbramble, who hadn’t seemed to notice that he was sunbathing on the rock. She could find another rock to scratch on since his was the perfect spot for sunbathing. “Have some respect for your elders, will you?” he grumbled at the queen with a narrowed gaze. She’s lucky that YewClan took her and her kits in at all, he thought bitterly. He quickly rose to his paws and padded off to the fresh kill pile, knowing that his afternoon sun bath had been ruined. He came across Shadepatch, who he hadn’t interacted with lately. “Good afternoon, Shadepatch!” he greeted before hurrying off with a squirrel in his jaws.
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 Stormmask : A presence with Hazelpelt & Whorlpaw
Stormmask led Hazelpelt and Whorlpaw through YewClan's territory in silence. She was focused on trying to remember a rare herb that she hadn't seen in moons yet it had slipped her mind. Although she was frustrated with her forgetfulness, a rustle in the wind caused her to come to a halt.
"There's a presence here, a StarClan cat– I can feel it," she announced to the patrol. As soon as she heard Whorlpaw's comment, the medicine cat let out a sigh. "It's not just the wind, Whorlpaw. Give them a moment, will you?"
The sight of the starry furred Icepath startled Stormmask. She had just interacted with her a moon ago and it almost felt like Icepath was alive and well again. Even though the dark tabby knew she wasn’t, her heart lurched at the idea. But that’s all it was— an idea. It wasn’t reality.
Instead of speaking directly with her former mentor, she listened carefully to her conversation with Whorlpaw. Her ears pricked up at her last words. “Catmint, right?” she meowed as she hurried after the starry pelted feline.
Once they reached the patch of catmint, Stormmask gazed at her former mentor wistfully. “Thank you, Icepath,” she murmured to herself as the starry grey she-cat disappeared. She quickly gathered some catmint alongside Whorlpaw and Hazelpelt, noticing there was enough to last them for a few moons.
As soon as the patrol had finished gathering catmint, they moved onto some freshly fallen oak leaves. Stormmask’s jaws were full to the brim. Just as they were entering camp, the medicine cat realized that Whorlpaw had been silent the entire way back to camp. She let out a low chuckle and made her way to the medicine cat’s den.
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Post by Dew on Jul 20, 2024 21:37:45 GMT -5
 Foxpaw - Hunting patrol with Slatefoot and Pondspeckle
Foxpaw exited the camp with her mentor Slatefoot and warrior, Pondspeckle by her side. This was the first real patrol she was going on with another warrior! The first patrol had been herb gathering with both of the medicine cats, and last moon they had been accompanied by the deputy, Dappleswipe, but that had only been a training patol. In Foxpaw's head, this was the first one.
So far, the patrol hadn't caught much of anything. The prey wasn't running around much yet, but Foxpaw just suspected that this was how it always was! Surely the prey would pick up by the end of the moon cycle!
Foxpaw opened her mouth to scent the area around her... "I think I smell a bird!" Foxpaw whispered, eyes alight with excitement. Slatefoot had taught her how to catch them, but she hadn't gotten to try on a real bird yet. This would be her first try!
Making sure to stay light on her paws and not to wack her tail into anything, Fowpaw followed the scent, finally coming across the bird she had scented! Counting down in her head, Foxpaw prepared herself. One, two... Something far away screeched, and the bird started to take flight - Foxpaw burst upward and snagged it's wing, unbalancing it for a second before she managed to bring it down. She killed it with a swift bit to the neck. "Slatefoot look! I caught it!" She said, returning to the two warriors.
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Post by grimmreminder on Jul 21, 2024 14:39:18 GMT -5
|| Thrushfleck - Dealing with Saffron - /w: Heavy, Hayfeather [ Feathertalon whispering ] ||
Thrushfleck bristled from the back as the tom spoke of the cat named Hop. The molly who, as he recalled, brought her many kits to the camp only a moon prior. Yet the way he moved, and the way he spoke- getting more and more angered the more Heavy told him off... something made the skin under his pelt crawl. Soon he stalked off, the tense stare-down not leaving Thrushfleck feeling any better about the situation. " Yeah, of course, I'll make sure he hightails it out of here. " he nodded, the fluffy tom stepping forwards towards the border. The other tom stalking off still within his sight. " I'll make sure to scream real loud if he gets any funny ideas. " he joked, though underneath the joke did hide a certain seriousness. Saffron didn't seem all that threatening, and Thrushfleck was trained in the art of battle- but he couldn't be certain of any underhanded or dirty tricks. What if it was some sort of ambush...? His tail tip twitched in agitation as he tore himself from his clanmate's side. Well, only one way to make sure he cooperated- and that was to follow him. So follow him Thrushfleck did.
|| Thrushfleck - Drops off herbs and bumps into Maplekit - /w: Shadepatch, Scarletdrift, Maplekit [ @dewbranch cometchaos ] ||
Thrushfleck stayed close to Shadepatch's side as he caried out the chore asked of him. To simply help her with carrying the herbs to the elder-den, something about aching bones or tick prevention he assumed...? In all honesty, his mind was elsewhere, and while he nodded along and listened to Shadepatch talk the information on the herbs went in one ear and right out the other. There was a lot going on after all, new kits.. a new queen with a temper to match. Let alone the recent run in on the borders. He tilted his head towards her, words coming to mind to speak- only to be interrupted. His paw nudged a small furry object- something easily toppled over when he wasn't paying attention. Taking a few quick steps back with eyes wide, he glances down at the kit in the entrance of the elder's den. " Oh oops- sorry I didn't see you there little one! " he grins at the little kitten, lowering his head to check up on them. " Didn't hurt you did I? Pestering the elders or just trying to get stories out of 'em? " he gently purred, setting the herbs down near Scarletdrift as he moved further into the den. His gaze casted to Shadepatch with a fondness. When would they have their own...? " Well, I suppose Scarletdrift will tell me all about it. Here, me and Shadepatch brought you some herbs. She can explain it all a whole lot better than I can though. "
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Post by grimmreminder on Jul 21, 2024 14:40:01 GMT -5
//Working on Petal's pips now :3c
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Post by grimmreminder on Jul 21, 2024 15:12:59 GMT -5
|| Petalkit - Cant sit still - /w: N/A but free to join! Especially to her sibs~ ||
Petalkit sprinted across the nursery like a bat out of hell as she chased a mossball. A mossball, a gift from the giant scary cats the surrounded her, but one she seemed to enjoy all the same. Though her siblings may play keepaway, her own tiny claws unable to graze it, she seemed to still enjoy the chase with the softest of giggles. The wind the rustled her fur as she ran felt nice, and she always felt.. antsy when stuck in the nest. Her paws itched to run, to explore- though her own heart did not have what it took to leave the nursery.. not quite yet.
Her tiny legs pumped her faster and further as she made a brave attempt at a pounce. Finally, her paws grasped the ball as she rolled onto the floor with a flurry of fur and laughter. " I.. I got it! " she called out in her own triumph. " Did you see how fast I got! "
|| Petalkit - Growling to be left alone & Asks Shadepatch for help - /w: Shadepatch [ cometchaos ] Can also get foxpaw's pip! ] ||
Petal.. Petalkit her mind reminded. Everyone called her such around her, but she was still only familiar with her mother's comforting name to her. Little petal. She had been here for barely a moon, and within the safe walls since she was old enough to open her purple eyes to the glaring light. She watched the cats from afar, ducking in between her mother's paws or using her bigger siblings as full body coverage. Though with the kits developing several different interests, so did time she would have to spend on her own. Outside the nursery, the dilute tortie pressed herself up against a rock near the entrance. Her siblings had taken off without her, and she could find herself at the edge of tears all alone.
Her little legs begged her to run away, to keep moving, but with all the big cats towering above her.. well, it was hard for her to find the courage to move from her spot. To not be trampled underneath someone else's paws. A tiny low growl escaping from the young molly whenever a cat approached to ask if she was fine, the fur on the back of her spine poofing up in all sorts of spikes. ....Though admittedly she was less intimidating than even a mouse. Even her growl was uncertain. Though she recognized the name as her own that they called for, it felt more threatening than comforting. Kit. Just a reminder of how tiny she was.
Tired and scared eyes darted around the clearing- just begging someone in her family to come rescue her from her daring trip outside the nest. Yet her pleading only seemed answered by another unfamiliar molly. She hiccupped past a growl and a small hiss, but yet she faltered. The little kit finally relenting and giving into asking for help. There was no other choice was there? " Please.. I... can you help me get to my mom..? " she finally asked, her meow and voice barely more than a whisper with the strain the growling put on her.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jul 21, 2024 19:24:23 GMT -5
 Cinderdapple
FlowerClan border | w/ Mistleheart Sapphirejas
FlowerClan scent on border patrol
Finally, the frost was gone. The late leaf-bare had given way to a proper new-leaf, but that would mean it would probably be short-lived. Cinderdapple would just have to enjoy it while it lasted. It was her favorite of the four seasons but it always seemed to be fleeting between the heat-intense green-leaf and the barren leaf-bare. As much as six new clan mates made Cinderdapple feel uneasy, they truly could not have come into the clan at a better time. Once leaf-fall had come around again, Hopbramble's litter would be apprentices, meaning they could help provide more food rather than YewClan's current situation. Mistleheart seemed static about them though, it was difficult to pretend like her enthusiasm wasn't at least a little contagious.
The gray-dappled molly held her tail high and gazed with wonder around the territory as she plodded alongside Mistleheart on their patrol. She had been so distracted that she hadn't even noticed the FlowerClan scent wafting towards them until Mistleheart's fur stood on end. "Right behind you!" Cinderdapple nodded, prepared to take off after the white warrior until the cat in question had made himself known to them. How had I not scented him earlier? Cinderdapple thought to herself, staring apprehensively at their little intruder. Sure he didn't mean to cross the border but it wasn't as if YewClan didn't regularly mark them - Crowpaw should have scented it a few fox lengths away! Cinderdapple fixed her emerald eyes on him after Mistleheart agreed to take him back to his mentor. It was the right thing to do, especially over a mistake,"You ought to be more careful next time. A good warrior is knowledgeable about their own territory, Crowpaw." She spoke sternly, but not aggressively. She had a feeling Crowpaw would get an earful from his mentor later.
[OOC:]
 Hopbramble
YewClan Camp | w/ Heavy Feathertalon
Sharing prey with Heavy
Hopbramble relaxed at Heavy's warm presence. She wasn't always the best judge of character, but Heavy was a genuine molly, that much Hopbramble could tell. Or maybe it was just Hopbramble's desire to be understood in such a strange place that she was projecting onto Heavy - only time would tell. Heavy did have more in common with the dark tabby molly than any other cat in YewClan though - a former loner, a mother, and hesitant to take on a Clan name. Hopbramble had not been thrilled at the idea of changing her name, but if it meant acceptance for the time being, then it was worth it. She would certainly go back to "Hop" though once she had the kits had left YewClan.
Hopbramble listened to Heavy while gazing at her kits playing in the clearing, angling her ears towards the ginger molly to signal that she was in fact listening. She laid on her side, propping herself up with her forelegs beside the warrior, bending her head to take small bites of the prey they shared. She had to admit, this part of being in a group was nice, sharing meals and conversation to pass the time. Hopbramble hesitation for YewClan though came from experience. She could not count on her paws the number of groups she had joined that regretfully were for the worse for some reason or another. Perhaps it was the sort of cats Hopbramble attracted. Before a moon ago, she did not have kits to help her join some charitable group of cats. No, most were far from charitable. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and leaf-bares as a loner would make any cat desperate.
She turned her head to face Heavy at the mention of her loner past, her blue eye's meeting Heavy's own. Her first thought was that Heavy must not have joined very long ago then if she had decided to not take a loner name, but if that was recent, there would certainly be more kits running around YewClan than her own. She couldn't imagine two queens and eight kits in the nursery, it barely fit Hopbramble! "I suppose that's what drew me to you, I didn't expect forest cats to have well...our kind amongst them. It makes me feel better in my decision to bring my kits here where I know they'll be alright." Hopbramble turned her head back towards her litter, "I'm tough, but I think trying to make it out there with five newborns on my own would be too much for any cat." She motioned her tail towards the woods when she said 'out there'. There wasn't any certain place Hopbramble preferred really. Sometimes twoleg places were nice, other times a barn, or the wilderness. There were many factors in picking where to stay. Hopbramble looked back at her kits throwing around a ball of moss between them, whiskers twitching in amusement as their stubby legs ran from one side of camp, then to the other, and back again. "...But if you decided to stay in YewClan, and if you do enjoy living here, why didn't you change your name?" Hopbramble felt like there had to be some sort of dark underbelly to YewClan, it couldn't be all mice and moonlight here. No place ever was.
[OOC:]
Hopbramble
YewClan Camp | w/ Foxpaw Dew
Daydreams about killing a cat from her past
Sharpening her claws on a rock Spottedfur is sunning on
Hisses at Foxpaw
Heavy stared at the marks she made on the rock face with satisfaction in icy blue eyes. It would only be a matter of time before she was back to her old self. She had only just noticed Spottedfur had left his rock when she gazed around camp, finding him at the fresh-kill pile. At least he thought better of making me go somewhere else. It wasn't Hopbramble's fault it was a lovely rock, and in camp at that.
The dark molly hadn't noticed Foxpaw making her way over to her until the apprentice spoke. Her tail flicked in annoyance, and dug her claws into the earth, being disturbed as she listened to the leader's daughter try to berate her and follow it up with a rather poorly executed suggestion. Foxpaw seemed to realize telling off the newest member of YewClan and a queen to 5 kits was not the most hospitable thing she could have said. Hopbramble saw she was backpedaling. The queen waited a moment, narrowing her intense gaze at Foxpaw while her lips curled back into a hiss,"I don't care what you think is hard or what you like." Hopbramble growled, rising to all four paws and leaning towards Foxpaw, "Here's some advice - keep your whiskers out of where they don't belong. The next time you dare to come up to me trying to tell me what to do, at least have the guts to follow through with what you're saying." The dark molly's tail lashed back and forth - Foxpaw was the leader's daughter, and Hopbramble was sure that whatever she wanted, she got. How dare a 'paw try to boss her around like she was Bubblingstar?
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Post by Brownie on Jul 22, 2024 14:26:56 GMT -5
x - Moon 63 - x
early summer; hot
Clan Events:
Prey pile: full Called a very important meeting Major Events Event: Given garlic as treatment for his injuries. Patrol: INJURED Relationships - Gives Foxpaw a task
- Talks with Spottedfur and Whisperingkit
- Wishes he could patrol with Dappleswipe (++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : .
Regrets not taking a bird from the fresh-kill pile before patrol Patrol: Border Relationships - Is pleased to run into Hayfeather today (+++)
- Shares prey and stories with Hayfeather (+++) with Thrushfleck, Cinderdapple
Event : Footprints
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They're Thrushfleck's own pawprints. Of course they were. He knew this all along. Can't wait to nap in the sun later Major Events Event: Stormmask did not gather any herbs alone. Tossed out some catmint that went bad.
Patrol: Herb Gathering Relationships - Notices how beautiful Hazelpelt's eyes are (+rom)
- Spent a while talking to Whorlpaw about herbs and was disappointed in his lack of interest (---) with Pondspeckle
Event : Dream
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They have a good conversation about dreams as they walk, and might have figured out what to do about the omen. Wild garlic and blackberry were gathered. Is double checking herb counts Major Events Event: Gathered goldenrod and rosemary. Is no longer sore.
Patrol: Herb Gathering Relationships - Picks a scrap of moss off Slatefoot's shoulder that she couldn't reach (+++) with Hayfeather
Event : Ghost
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : Shadepatch feels a ghostly presence. They spend all morning trying to find the StarClan cat, and so have no herbs to show for their efforts when the sun grows too hot in the afternoon, forcing them to return empty-pawed. Wonders what Hazelpelt is doing this afternoon Patrol: Border Relationships - Wishes her pelt was as pretty as Petalkit's (-)
- Thinks Frozenlaurel is helpful (+) with Oatburn, Drizzlemimic
Event : Hot
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Heavy debates with the patrol about turning back early, but the group decides to power through the weather and have a successful, if exhausting, hunt. Growls at a certain cat when they walk by Major Events Event: Gets heat exhaustion Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Thinks Maplekit is adorable (+++)
- Mews hello to Drizzlemimic 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 what became of Zelda Major Events Event: Is given oak leaves as treatment for his broken bone. Patrol: INJURED Relationships - Realizes he was too harsh judging Foxpaw (++)
- Asks Petalkit what she's up to (+) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Patrol: INJURED Relationships - Lets Oatburn share her past (+++)
- Asks Maplekit to fetch her some prey (++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Almost got lost in the thick undergrowth Patrol: Training Relationships - Thinks Slatefoot is responsible (+)
- Listens while Whisperingkit shares her troubles, hoping she'll feel better afterwards (+++) with Slatefoot, Foxpaw, Whorlpaw
Event : Silverpelt
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Slatefoot and Mistleheart tell the two young cats a story they've never heard before, of the first cat to walk in StarClan. Silverpelt decorates her fur with the souls of fallen warriors as she pads across the night sky. Pretends the mouse he's stalking is a bird, and he's the hawk! Major Events Event: Is caught breaking the Warrior Code Patrol: Border Relationships - Covers for Pondspeckle (++)
- Amberkit steps on Thrushfleck's tail and doesn't apologize (-) with Dappleswipe, Cinderdapple
Event : Footprints
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They're Thrushfleck's own pawprints. Of course they were. He knew this all along. Patrol: Training Relationships - Is surprised to hear Amberkit recite the Warrior Code (+++)
- Doesn't understand why Dawnkit doesn't answer her question (-) with Foxpaw, Mistleheart, Whorlpaw
Event : Silverpelt
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Slatefoot and Mistleheart tell the two young cats a story they've never heard before, of the first cat to walk in StarClan. Silverpelt decorates her fur with the souls of fallen warriors as she pads across the night sky. Rolls around in the flowers Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Tells a joke only Frozenlaurel understands (+++) with Stormmask
Event : Dreams
Choice : Procced
Outcome : They have a good conversation about dreams as they walk, and might have figured out what to do about the omen. Wild garlic and blackberry were gathered. Needs a bit of time alone to think Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Spends time with Frozenlaurel and gets to know him a little better (++) with Shadepatch
Event : A ghost
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : Shadepatch feels a ghostly presence. They spend all morning trying to find the StarClan cat, and so have no herbs to show for their efforts when the sun grows too hot in the afternoon, forcing them to return empty-pawed. Is boasting of his loyalty to YewClan Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Realizes he judged Maplekit too harshly (++) with Heavy, Oatburn
Event : Hot
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Heavy debates with the patrol about turning back early, but the group decides to power through the weather and have a successful, if exhausting, hunt. Has an odd taste in her mouth Patrol: Border Relationships - Shares a joke about BurdockClan with Dappleswipe (+) with Thrushfleck, Dappleswipe
Event : Pawprints
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They're Thrushfleck's own pawprints. Of course they were. He knew this all along. Oatburn STATUS: HEALTHY! || OPEN Is thinking of BurdockClan Major Events Event: Is no longer sore.
Discovers the brambles in her nest and is not fooled by the prank. Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Hopbramble was kinder today (+) with Heavy, Drizzlemimic
Event : Hot
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Heavy debates with the patrol about turning back early, but the group decides to power through the weather and have a successful, if exhausting, hunt. Wants to be YewClan's fiercest warrior one day Patrol: Training Relationships - Spends time with Amberkit (++) with Slatefoot, Whorlpaw, Mistleheart
Event : Silverpelt
Choice : Procced
Outcome : Slatefoot and Mistleheart tell the two young cats a story they've never heard before, of the first cat to walk in StarClan. Silverpelt decorates her fur with the souls of fallen warriors as she pads across the night sky. Asks Thrushfleck for hunting tips Patrol: Training Relationships - Asks Slatefoot how she's doing (+)
with Foxpaw, Slatefoot, Mistleheart
Event : Silverpelt
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Slatefoot and Mistleheart tell the two young cats a story they've never heard before, of the first cat to walk in StarClan. Silverpelt decorates her fur with the souls of fallen warriors as she pads across the night sky. - Thinks Hazelpelt is helpful (+)
- Realizes he was too harsh in his judgement of Hazelpelt (++) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . - Helps Whorlpaw prepare for a quiz (++)
- Notices Cinderdapple doing camp chores without being assigned (++) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Amberkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is trying to call a Clan meeting, but Drizzlemimic doesn't let her on the leader's perch Major Events Event: No longer has a runny nose - Promises to always protect Spottedfur (+++) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Major Events Event: Chases fireflies around camp while the warriors sleep - Had a fight with Bubblingstar (+++) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is adamantly refusing to take his nap - Asks Hopbramble about their father (++) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Whisperingkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is annoying the elders - Gets along with Slatefoot (-) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Maplekit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is hunting bugs - Watches Scarletdrift take the bit of prey she was eying (--) .
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Post by lazzylake on Jul 22, 2024 17:48:59 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
Regrets not taking a bird from the fresh-kill pile before patrol
Dappleswipe was in a particularly picky mood as she stared at the prey heap. Voles, squirrels, fish- animals of all kinds were making their way into YewClan’s diet. And all animals appeared appetizing. The deputy’s mouth watered when she caught sight of a plump wren. But wait… that squirrel looks good- and so does that shrew!
Dappleswipe knew she shouldn't be choosy over StarClan’s blessing, especially early in greenleaf, but why would they make a mundane choice such as picking a meal so difficult?
The black stripe along her back rippled with unease, causing Dappleswipe to become hastier with her decision. She could feel the twin gazes of Thrushfleck and Cinderdapple searing into her pelt like the greenleaf sun. But when she looked back, the cousins weren’t judgemental in the slightest.
But they were counting on her to lead a border patrol.
Dappleswipe growled lightly and sauntered up to greet the two speckled felines. I’ll only be feasting with my eyes. Maybe the wren would be waiting for her when she returned.
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Jul 23, 2024 3:48:40 GMT -5
Dawnkit- Asks Hopbramble about their father Dawnkit sat in the nursery, slightly away from his litter mates. He was too tired to play with them at the moment, despite the fact that Amberkit and Maplekit invited him for a game of mossballs. He was also not tired enough to fall asleep and insisted he stay awake and watch everyone else. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he saw last moon, in the puddle. He saw… himself. He thought he looked strange and too different from everyone. Why was I born this way? That was just one of the many questions that Dawnkit couldn’t answer. Another one he asked himself often was: who was his father? Hopbramble never talked about him, nor did the clan cats ever ask her. And more importantly, why wasn’t he in the clan with them? Wouldn’t he have wanted to protect him and his litter mates? If he ever had kits, he would have stayed with them till the ends of the earth. Didn’t his father feel the same? A series of possibilities rushed through Dawnkit’s mind. Maybe he would have treated them poorly. Maybe he died... Or maybe he didn’t even care. Nervously, Dawnkit walked up to his mother. His right side, even down to his eye, looked almost exactly like hers. She had a patch of cinnamon on her, but it didn’t at all look like his left side, which was cream colored. That he had to get from his other parent. He was sure Hopbramble would tell him the truth. “Mom? I wanted to ask you a question..” he hesitated for a bit but ultimately kept going. “W-who is our father? And… why isn’t he with us right now?”. Tagging lemonshortbread |
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jul 23, 2024 7:38:14 GMT -5
Hopbramble
The Nursery | w/ Dawnkit chocolatemilk7
Asks Maplekit to fetch her some prey
Lets Oatburn share her past
Dawnkit asks about their father
The kits were getting bigger with each passing moon, they grew stronger, more energetic, more curious with each passing day and Hopbramble was grateful for the safety that YewClan had provided for them. They seemed happy here with all of their new friends - young and old. The queen had taken note of how friendly Amberkit was to Spottedfur, the grumpy old tom seemed to appreciate her too. Maybe it was because of the green-leaf season, but they were well fed and healthy too. Hopbramble had been familiarizing herself with the ways of clan cats, and in doing so she learned in three moons time, there would be a decision to make. Either Hopbramble lets the kits become apprentices and allow them to stay in YewClan, or leave before then. Staying in one place made her anxious, but so did the idea of taking her kits away from some place they seemed so happy in. The queen shook her head, I have a few moons, I shouldn't be worrying about it yet. At least they weren't in BurdockClan. From what Oatburn had told her, YewClan seemed like the best of the lot.
Hopbramble gazed affectionately at Dawnkit, noticing how he sat apart from his siblings playing their game. He was always a little standoffish, perhaps it was the way that he looked that made him anxious. Hopbramble thought he looked perfect, just like all of her other kits. He was like no cat she had seen before and found it brilliant. She was about to wrap her tail around Dawnkit when he had gotten up and moved towards her with an anxious expression. Worry shone in her eyes for her kit, and she listened intently, "Yes of course Dawnkit, you can ask me anything." She soothed, using her tail to stroke his fur. It was still as soft as down feathers. Her tail movement stopped though, hanging in the air, after hearing his true question. Panic flashed in her blue eyes for just a moment before she gathered herself to seem collected. Hopbramble knew this moment would come eventually, but she hoped it hadn't been so soon, and no matter what tale she spun in her head to be the perfect answer for them, none of them seemed correct. They all were better than the truth though.
She turned to Maplekit and Amberkit who were playing nearby and within earshot should they choose to pay attention, "Maplekit, Amberkit, could you please go fetch me some prey? I'm very hungry, so grab the biggest piece of prey you can find! I know you can do it, you're both so strong." She shooed them away, watching their tiny legs dart towards the fresh-kill pile. That should keep them occupied for a while. The dark molly tried to relax again, her eyes giving away nothing, just the love she had for Dawnkit. "You've always been a curious one." Hopbramble purred, hiding the sinking feeling she had about her next words, "Your father...was a good cat." There it was. The lie she finally chose to settle on. "We hadn't known each other for long when I found out I was going to have you five, but he stuck with me anyway." Sort of true, but her tone grew grave as she continued, "Living as a loner is dangerous though, an expecting queen and one tom are no match for a vicious group of rogues..." Hopbramble trailed off, sighing in grief and pulling Dawnkit close to her, "He fought them off for as long as he could so that I could get away. So that you five may live. Half of you looks just like him you know, I know you're just as brave and kind." She blinked at her son with a mixture of pain and warmth - they deserved to believe that they came from two good cats, not two murderers. If their father was dead to them, they wouldn't go searching for answers.
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Jul 23, 2024 11:57:39 GMT -5
Dawnkits- Asks Hopbramble about their father Dawnkit listened to his mom tell the tale of her mate, and his father. When she stopped, Dawnkit felt a mixture of grief and joy. On one paw, he was happy that his dad never abandoned Hopbramble, but on the other paw, he felt sad that he went out in such a tragic way. Yet, he succeeded in defending his family, and now, Dawnkit had to make him proud… from whatever place he was watching them, if any. While the young kit didn’t exactly believe in StarClan, he wasn’t sure a loner would even go there after death anyway. “Thank you, mom. I promise to be strong and powerful one day, enough to make both you and dad proud!” He smiled to Hopbramble and stood up on his toes to touch her hose with his. He wasn’t exactly sure where his future was; whether he was going to stay with the clan, or whether his mom would decide to leave when they’re old enough. But wherever he would be, he would be his best self. No matter how I look, he thought to himself. Amberkit and Maplekit soon returned returned with Hopbramble’s piece of prey. Dawnkit ran up to his brother and sister, more energetic than ever. They didn’t need to know their father’s tragic backstory. That could be a secret between him and his mother, until his sibling became old enough to handle it. Now, he wanted to play! “Hey you two! I bet I could beat you at mossballs!”. OOC: (Bro if Dawn ever meets Saffron and has a “Luke, I am your father” moment I swear) |
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Post by Dew on Jul 23, 2024 14:46:12 GMT -5
Foxpaw - Wants to be Yewclan's fiercest warrior one day
Foxpaw couldn't wait to become a warrior. When she was a warrior, she would be able to lead patrols and get an apprentice. Oh an apprentice! What would training an apprentice be like? Would it be fun? Boring? Hard? Hopefully her and her brother Whorlpaw would be warriors by the time the kits in the nursery were apprenticed, would she be able to mentor one of them? Or would she be too fresh of a warrior?
I'm going to be the fiercest warrior Yewclan has! When she was a warrior, no cat would ever try to harm her clan again! They would all be safe, and everycat would live long healthy lives. No getting hurt in meaningless battles, no getting eaten by hawks.... Maybe she would even become leader or deputy, like her father! He might be pretty old (older than Scarletdrift and Spottedfur!) but he was still a pretty good leader. And Dappleswipe was a good deputy, even if she wasn't Foxpaw's favorite cat. Being in a position of power would be cool, and Foxpaw thinked she could handle it. Well, I just got to be a really good warrior then!
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2024 19:58:14 GMT -5
Heavy »
wondering what hazlepelt is doing / hunting patrol with drizzlemimic - chocolatemilk7
& oatburn
Greenleaf was upon them. Humidity swelled in the air, tugging at Heavy's pelt in an uncomfortable manner. Moisture welled underneath her pelt, unable to evaporate. Her jaws parted ever so slightly in hopes of drawing out some of the heat that was gathering beneath her calico fur. Birdsong danced through the thick canopies. Scuttles of mice drifted through the brush. Prey was plentiful, but was faltering under this heat worth it? It wasn't like they didn't have plenty of prey back at camp, most of it still fresh and full of flavor still. Surely no cat would be miffed if Heavy and her patrolmates returned without prey in their jaws. With the weather as hot as it was, no cat could blame them for wanting to turn right back around and cooling off in the shade of camp.
Briefly Heavy's mind drifted to Hazelpelt. The heat had already claimed the former kittypet, confining her to camp to heal from the exhaustion the heat had etched into her body. Her jaw set tight, ears twitching. Hazelpelt was a strong warrior and capable of pulling through heat exhaustion, but Heavy couldn't help but worry. How long would it take for Hazelpelt to recover? Heavy let out a huff of air, eager to free herself of the heat sweltering around her. Perhaps she'd visit with Hazelpelt once she returned. It would be nice to catch up with her friend, after all.
Wanting to visit with Hazelpelt and feeling the heat increasing with every step, Heavy turned to her patrol. "Maybe we should go back to camp. Even in the shade it's much too hot for us to be out here." Again her mind flashed to Hazelpelt, thinking about how the poor molly was curled up in camp, sick from too much heat exposure. Heavy would hate to fall ill to that as well, or be the reason Drizzlemimic or Oatburn fell ill.
Slatefoot »
tales of silverpelt with foxpaw - Dew mistleheart, & whorlpaw - Sapphirejas
Dusk painted the sky with majestic purples, vanishing reds, and darkening blues. Night was approaching, the sound of day fading away to allow the echoes of the creatures of the night to fill the shadows. Heat still radiated off the forest floor and into the air above, but with the setting sun came a relief from the greenleaf heat. A cool breeze stirred about, chilled just enough to spark a bout of energy within Slatefoot as her patrol was returning back to camp.
As the world around her darkened, the young warrior glanced upward; through a gap in the trees' canopy was a splash of night sky, a single star glittering between the silhouette of leaves. Excitement rolled within Slatefoot.
She had not come from a religious background due to her mother's inclination to not believe in StarClan. Heavy had never told her kits that the ancestors of the Clan were a lie, but she had never expressed any desire to teach her litter about the Clan's beliefs, either. Instead she had allowed other Clan members teach her kits about StarClan and allowed them to pick whether or not they believed. Slatefoot had never doubted in StarClan from the moment she had heard about it, fully believing that there was a place her loved ones went to after death. Knowing that those she cared about remained at peace among the stars helped with the grief of losing her father and her sister; one day she'd be reunited with them, stars in their pelts, and walk side-by-side with the two once more. Believing in StarClan was also the only way she would ever be able to receive her nine lives once she finally managed to become leader. If not for the gift of their ancestors, a leader would only have one life to give to their Clan.
Remembering a story she had heard during her kithood days, Slatefoot glanced over her shoulder at both Foxpaw and Whorlpaw; her face softened with a smile. "Have you ever heard of the story about the first cat who made her way to the stars?" With a motion of her tail Slatefoot gestured upward where the first few warriors of Silverpelt were beginning to gather. "Legend says she was a devout and loyal cat who always believed there was something more than just life. When she died her faith allowed her to live once more, high up in the sky. She walks above us, collecting the spirits of our ancestors within her pelt to keep them safe. Silverpelt cares for all of us in death, making sure our friends and family are safe and happy once they join StarClan." A slow, content purr rumbled within Slatefoot's throat; her story telling was not the best, she could admit that, but sharing this history, this piece of lore, to two young apprentices made her feel important. Made her feel wise.
Slowly she glanced toward Mistleheart, her chest fluttering. Would she have anything to add? Anything to tell the apprentices? Anything to tell Slatefoot? The dark furred warrior fell silent, waiting, wondering, wishing. |
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Post by Brownie on Jul 23, 2024 20:01:53 GMT -5
 frozenlaurel shares stories with his kits ★ "Your mother was the kindest cat I've ever met," Frozenlaurel began, settling in. He was beyond glad that, when he sought his sons out, promising to share stories of the city, both had set aside the time to meet with him in a quiet but sunny spot in YewClan's camp. With his leg so close to being healed, it made the grey tom realize how different his life would have been if he'd taken such an injury in the city.
"The city... it wasn't a place where kindness flourished. That Zelda could hold onto her kindness despite the circumstances, that's what really drew me to her.
"She was what the Clan cats would call a kittypet: she lived inside a twoleg house all the time. We really should never have met. Her life was so different from mine, and even if she lived within my "territory"--" Frozenlaurel twitched an ear at that, debating if he should explain how hunting rights had worked in the city, but decided that was a conversation for another time. "even if she was close, the twoleg houses are like... borders that cats can't cross. Ever.
"Except this time, I was being chased. I, uh, might have stolen prey from under a leader's claws." He grinned at that memory, still able to feel the thrill of excitement--and fear--from pulling that feat off. "They were so close to catching me, I could feel their breath on my tail! And then a cat calls out: hey! This way!" Frozenlaurel could never pitch his voice as high as Zelda's, but he tried.
"It was my only hope! I ran through the open window, and just as I jumped through, Zelda closes the window behind me so the others couldn't get in!" His whiskers twitched in amusement. "They tried for hours to get in the house. Clawing at windows, yowling threats. Zelda and I laughed so hard that day, watching them struggle.
They did eventually give up, of course. But while they lurked outside, it gave Zelda and I plenty of time to get to know each other." Frozenlaurel smiled, remembering those lazy days. "I left, but kept coming back. Maybe not every day, but every few days, when hunting was good and I had time to relax. She knew how to open and close the window to let me inside. I'd practically become a kittypet by the end of the season." He flicked at his collar, the one Zelda's people had gotten for him when they noticed him hanging around.
"It was... nice. And of course, Zelda was there. She had a great sense of humor, and was the kindest cat you'd ever meet. She'd try and sneak some of her food out for the younger alley cats sometimes, and I didn't have the heart to tell her that most of those young cats were only bringing the food back to the more powerful leaders in exchange for protection. She always wanted to help. She would have loved it here, in YewClan... cats that help each other, no strings attached."
Frozenlaurel smiled. "You have her heart, Hayfeather. And Pondspeckle, you got her eyes, and her sense of justice. It's nice to see that parts of her made the journey here too. She'd be so proud of you both." |
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Post by stormshade1 on Jul 23, 2024 23:47:30 GMT -5
Pondspeckle With Frozenlaurel and Hayfeather (Brownie , whispering )
Pondspeckle was excited. He couldn’t remember much from his days in the city, and he wanted this opportunity to learn more about it. He couldn’t remember his mother save for brief, fleeting moments of warmth and love. Most of his memories of his kithood were of cold, of small scraps that his father would bring them, of the three of them desperately trying to find warmth in the old tire they had called home.
As Pondspeckle listened, his eyes were drawn to Frozenlaurel’s collar. He had never thought much of it, though now he wondered why he kept it on. Maybe it was to remember his mate, Pondspeckle and Hayfeather’s mother.
“It wasn’t very nice in the city, was it? There were so many bad cats... they weren’t really bad, though. They were trying to survive, just like we were.” Pondspeckle added afterwards. “Though... how come we didn’t stay with Zelda? I mean, of course if we had we wouldn’t be here, but you couldn’t have known that we’d end up here.”
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Post by Sapphirejas on Jul 24, 2024 3:30:48 GMT -5
 Feathertalon Dew Mistleheart (Silverpelt storytelling with Slatefoot, Foxpaw, and Whorlpaw) The rain turned into hot weather by late newleaf. It seemed so surprising that cold weather and a late thaw can bring such a hot late newleaf. Mistleheart decided to go with her best friend, Slatefoot to train the two apprentices. She wasn't Whorlpaw's mentor, but his mentor, Hazelpelt was busy on a different patrol. She really need to teach Whorlpaw that the Warrior Code is important, and finally let go of the kisitter belief. Mistleheart volunteered to go out on the training patrol when sundown came, to avoid the heat of the day. As the sky was blanketed with a deep red, Mistleheart, Slatfoot and the apprentices all left camp. As Mistleheart padded alongside the other cats under the reddening sky to the training spot. As they arrived to the location, the last of the red disappeared from the sky, leaving the world completely dark. Soon later, during battle training, the warriors of StarClan started twinkling above the cats' heads. Mistleheart called the battle training off for story time for the apprentices. She saw one of the apprentices' eyes, Whorlpaw was shimmering with excitement. The white furred also saw a gaze of excitement in Slatefoot before she began the story. Mistleheart listened intently as her best friend, Slatefoot start telling a story about the first cat to ever walk in StarClan, SIlverpelt. She was described as a white tortie she-cat with patches of gray and cream. Slatefoot asked Mistleheart if there is anything that she can add about Silverpelt's story, her gaze onto hers, and a purr rumbling from the dark gray she-cat's throat. " Yes Slatefoot meowed Mistleheart " Silverpelt not only watches YewClan from StarClan, but also the three other Clans: PlumClan, BurdockClan and FlowerClan. Legends says that Silverpelt do not welcome cats into StarClan when they die, instead she appoints for cats, one for each Clan as StarClan guides, who guides any cats into StarClan when there are no relatives and friends of cats that needed to do so. They say Silverpelt is represented not by a single star, but a giant swath of stars that spreads from each corner of the night sky, which we call the Silverpelt, after the famous cat. From all the StarClan spirits she watches and keep safe in the afterlife.
 Feathertalon Dew Whorlpaw (Listening to Slatefoot and Mistleheart's story about Silverpelt) Whorlpaw listens with excitement to Slatefoot's story about Silverpelt. Too bad I can't meet her until I eventually die!She seemed to be a really cool and special cat. He hoped to meet her one day when he eventually joins the stars to be with her. Mistleheart's add-on to the story was also very good. " Wow! Silverpelt seems like she was an amazing cat! And I hope to meet her one day after I die! Now every time I see the Silverpelt shining over me, I'll say hello to her! Not that she can reply, but I want to let her know I admire her!
OOC: Sorry for the short responses, I really don't have much time with Monday (Tuesday for me) moon days. But I will do much more on Thursday (Friday for me) moon days |
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Jul 24, 2024 6:29:00 GMT -5
Drizzlemimic- Hunting with Heavy and Oatburn First a late thaw, then constant rain, and now suffocating heat? It truly seemed like the weather in YewClan couldn’t decide how it wanted to be this past season, constantly changing from moon to moon. And none of the options were excellent for hunting. Drizzlemimic felt dizzy as he followed his clan mates. The heat was unbearable! This is what I get for eating my catch that one time, he thought to himself. StarClan catches up to everyone eventually. Still, the young warrior was ready to face the challenge, and to prove that he was, in fact, a loyal warrior to YewClan. "Maybe we should go back to camp. Even in the shade it's much too hot for us to be out here." Heavy suggested. Drizzlemimic was surprised by her words. They had just left camp, hadn’t even gotten the chance to catch something yet. But… she was right. It was so hot outside. Surely everyone back at camp would understand… right? Drizzlemimic shook the thought out of his head. This was the same kind of reasoning that got him to break the Warrior Code a few moons ago. He understood the rest of the patrol turning back, but he couldn’t. He had to redeem himself, even if he had to hunt alone. ”You two can turn back if you want, but I want to keep going. I have a feeling I’ll get some good catches in.”. He didn’t want to force the other two to stay with him if they didn’t want to. After all, they hadn’t broken the Warrior Code in recent time. They had no reason to be punished. Before Heavy or Oatburn even had a chance respond, Drizzlemimic caught the scent of a nearby mouse. He separated from the patrol a bit, stalking his prey. With a quick pounce, he got a kill. It looked almost exactly like the one he unlawfully ate on that patrol with Cinderdapple. But this one is for the clan. He turned back to the others to show his catch. Tagging Feathertalon OOC: (It’s so hot outside for me this rp is getting too real lol) |
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Post by jaybun! on Jul 24, 2024 17:44:16 GMT -5
BUBBLINGSTAR - Wishes he could patrol with Dappleswipe... Retirement. It was a concept most warriors, to be completely frank, didn't live to see. It made the cats who did all the more respected- a hard earned rest after many moons of service to their clans. Bubblingstar definitely thought he had earned his. Dappleswipe appeared ready to take the next step, a relief he hadn't known he needed. It was as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders, the knowledge Yewclan would be placed in younger, steady paws. That he got to live to see it was its own reward! It was a shame he couldn't properly celebrate. His dog bite still ached, and Storm-mask had made very, very clear he wasn't to leave camp. Or move, for that matter. It would've been nice to go on one last patrol... to pass things off to Dappleswipe on his own four paws. Bubblingstar huffed, glancing across the camp from where he curled up in the entrance to his den. The elders own den was quiet. Spottedfur and Scarletdrift must be sleeping at this time of day. He'd be happy to join them soon. |
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Post by lazzylake on Jul 24, 2024 18:45:55 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
Border patrol with Cinderdapple and Thrushfleck Today the patrol was going to travel along Rushing Creek, just besides FlowerClan’s border. Dappleswipe walked with a purpose; she didn't want to waste a shred of her energy. She found herself distracted by any scent of prey, her mind wandering back to the fresh-kill pile. Unfortunately, this wasn't a hunting party. But there was a reason the deputy chose to scout here; this marker was associated with her future.
While Rushing Creek accumulated into the algae pond to the south, it also extended to all four clan territories. And further north, as it traveled uphill, it cascaded into a brilliant waterfall that flowed into a separate pond. A cavern surrounded its depths. This was the healer’s place of worship, and someday she would journey there for her nine lives ceremony.
Dappleswipe couldn't avoid leadership forever. But this patrol did give her peace of mind. The sights and sounds of Rushing Creek in greenleaf were pleasantly familiar, although it would still be surreal when accompanied with the medicine cat and Bubblingstar. If he recovered from his dog bite, that is. Dappleswipe couldn't envision Stormmask letting the elderly tom venture further than the outskirts of camp. It was mildly disappointing, but he had earned his time, and she had come to terms with inheriting Bubblingstar’s position. Every last clanmate placed their faith in her.
As the patrol looped back, Dappleswipe noticed pawsteps creating multiple indents along the shore. The deputy paid little mind to it and turned towards Cinderdapple and Thrushfleck. “Everything looks normal around here. Have you both found anything worth reporting?”
tags:lemonshortbread grimmreminder ooc: (Not sure if I'll be able to get up Hayfeather's prompts before next moon, but I'd like to! I need to post for PlumClan first) |
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Post by Brownie on Jul 25, 2024 13:26:11 GMT -5
x - Moon 64 - x
mid summer; very hot
Clan Events:
Bubblingstar retires. Heavy is named deputy.
Prey pile: full
[ Unknown second parent: toggled OFF ] Major Events Event: Is named leader! Also gets heat exhaustion. Patrol: SICK Relationships - Spent time discussing hunting locations with Hayfeather (++)
- Notices Petalkit being helpful around camp (++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Can't wait to take a nap later Major Events Event: Is named YewClan's deputy! Patrol: Training Relationships - Appreciates Petalkit pointing out a mistake (-)
- Congratulates Mistleheart on a good catch (+) with Foxpaw, Whorlpaw, Slatefoot
Event : Assessments
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Bubblingstar's kits are nearly a season cycle old and are ready to be tested on their skills as warriors. The pair are sent to hunt together and Whorlpaw brings back the lion's share of prey. But Foxpaw does better on the fighting portion, when the two cats are matched against the warriors in a mock battle. Wonders how Heavy is keeping up with her new responsibilities as deputy Major Events Event: Stormmask gathers raspberry
Patrol: Herb Gathering Relationships - Thinks Whorlpaw isn't very polite (-)
- Is surprised Whisperingkit's life isn't as easy as she thought (+++) alone
Event : Blackberry
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The brambles are prickly, which is why Stormmask goes alone. She doesn't want to have to pick thorns out of the paws of any warrior escort. Carefully, she harvests both leaves and berries, as well as some mullein on the way back. Is wondering how BurdockClan is handling the heat wave Major Events Event: Announces she's expecting kits! She moves to the nursery early.
Patrol: EXPECTING Relationships - Is surprised Petalkit has learned to use her other senses to compensate for her poor vision (+++) with .
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Outcome : . Gives Maplekit some advice Major Events Event: Gets heat exhaustion Patrol: SICK Relationships - Tries to share something with Petalkit, only for the kit to ignore her entirely (---)
- Appreciates Hayfeather bringing her prey (+) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Sucks up to the new leadership by offering to lead every patrol Major Events Event: Heals from his broken bone, but not without a scar Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Heavy is a good choice for deputy (+)
- Noticed Drizzlemimic going above and beyond on patrol (+) with Hopbramble, Drizzlemimic
Event : Fishing
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's Frozenlaurel's idea to hunt in the stream, so they can cool their paws in the mountain water. But surprisingly it's Drizzlemimic who catches the most fish! Started a fight with a Clanmate Major Events Event: Recovered from having kits. Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Hisses at Thrushfleck (---)
- Clears up a misunderstanding with Whorlpaw (+) with Frozenlaurel, Drizzlemimic
Event : Fishing
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's Frozenlaurel's idea to hunt in the stream, so they can cool their paws in the mountain water. But surprisingly it's Drizzlemimic who catches the most fish! Is giving advice to Slatefoot Patrol: Border Relationships - Said something rude to Hopbramble (-)
- Had a great chat with Foxpaw! (+) with Thrushfleck, Oatburn, Hayfeather
Event : Rogues!
Choice : Antagonize
Outcome : The patrol is already on guard thanks to Drizzlemimic's warning, and isn't caught off guard by the ambush. The group of warriors descends into battle and easily drives the group of rogues away. Patrol: Border Relationships - Is always happy to patrol with Oatburn (+++)
- Is surprised by Amberkit's insight (+++) with Mistleheart, Oatburn, Hayfeather
Event : Rogues!
Choice : Antagonize
Outcome : The patrol is already on guard thanks to Drizzlemimic's warning, and isn't caught off guard by the ambush. The group of warriors descends into battle and easily drives the group of rogues away. Patrol: Training Relationships - Is happy to help Petalkit (+++)
- Notices Maplekit with a smile with Foxpaw, Heavy, Whorlpaw
Event : Assessments
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Bubblingstar's kits are nearly a season cycle old and are ready to be tested on their skills as warriors. The pair are sent to hunt together and Whorlpaw brings back the lion's share of prey. But Foxpaw does better on the fighting portion, when the two cats are matched against the warriors in a mock battle. Patrol: Border Relationships - Surprises Scarletdrift with something nice (++) alone
Event : BurdockClan
Choice : Procced
Outcome : Pondspeckle pads along the BurdockClan border, waiting for a cat. But while waiting at the rendezvous point, he sees an entire patrol coming instead, and is forced to retreat before he's caught loitering. Wishes other cats reciprocated his kindness more often Patrol: Border Relationships - Wishes he had time to play with Amberkit (-) with Mistleheart, Thrushfleck, Oatburn
Event : Rogues!
Choice : Antagonize
Outcome : The patrol is already on guard thanks to Drizzlemimic's warning, and isn't caught off guard by the ambush. The group of warriors descends into battle and easily drives the group of rogues away. Recently reported the scent of rogues in the territory Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Is impressed with Hayfeather's resolve (+++) with Frozenlaurel, Hopbramble
Event : Fishing
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's Frozenlaurel's idea to hunt in the stream, so they can cool their paws in the mountain water. But surprisingly it's Drizzlemimic who catches the most fish! Wishes Dawnkit would play more quietly Major Events Event: Gets heat exhaustion Patrol: SICK Relationships - Nods politely as Shadepatch passes by
- Helps watch over Puddlekit with Oatburn with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Oatburn STATUS: HEALTHY! || OPEN Saw an odd cat in the distance Patrol: Border Relationships - Thinks Pondspeckle was polite (+) with Mistleheart, Thrushfleck, Hayfeather
Event : Rogues!
Choice : Antagonize
Outcome : The patrol is already on guard thanks to Drizzlemimic's warning, and isn't caught off guard by the ambush. The group of warriors descends into battle and easily drives the group of rogues away. Hopes to have an easier day in training Patrol: Training Relationships - Hisses at Petalkit for bumping into her and ruining her practice (---) with Slatefoot, Heavy, Mistleheart
Event : Assessments
Choice : Procced
Outcome : Bubblingstar's kits are nearly a season cycle old and are ready to be tested on their skills as warriors. The pair are sent to hunt together and Whorlpaw brings back the lion's share of prey. But Foxpaw does better on the fighting portion, when the two cats are matched against the warriors in a mock battle. Patrol: Training Relationships - Is in awe of Heavy's leadership skills (+++)
with Foxpaw, Slatefoot, Heavy
Event : Assessments
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Bubblingstar's kits are nearly a season cycle old and are ready to be tested on their skills as warriors. The pair are sent to hunt together and Whorlpaw brings back the lion's share of prey. But Foxpaw does better on the fighting portion, when the two cats are matched against the warriors in a mock battle. Is wondering what the other Clan leaders are doing Major Events Event: Retires from the position of leader and takes back his warrior name: Bubblingheart.
His injuries from the dog fight have finally healed. Patrol: RETIRED Relationships - Speaks with Heavy with .
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Spottedfur STATUS: HEAT EXHAUSTION || Sand Is feeling restless Major Events Event: Gets heat exhaustion - Lets Scarletdrift vent to him (+++)
- Compliments Mistleheart (+) .
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Choice : .
Outcome : . Is thinking about how awful it would be to be a kittypet Major Events Event: Brings home a single kit: Puddlekit. - Helps Bubblingheart settle into the elder's den (+)
- Thinks Whisperingkit is overreacting (--) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Amberkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is super excited for his apprentice ceremony! - Plays with Pondspeckle's tail .
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Outcome : . Is trying to growl menacingly Major Events Event: Petalkit doesn't understand how her littermates can see birds in the trees. The medicine cats stop by to test her vision and deduce that Petalkit is nearsighted and will always have poor vision.
Gains "quick to help" skill (mediating) - Is disappointed in Scarletdrift after he let her down when she was counting on his help (--) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Tries to sneak out of camp, but is caught by Thrushfleck - Helps Amberkit (+)
- Begs Foxpaw and Mistleheart to teach him how to stalk a mouse .
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Outcome : . Whisperingkit STATUS: HEAT EXHAUSTION || Dew Is staring at Bubblingheart Major Events Event: Gets heat exhaustion - Purrs at Maplekit (+) .
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Outcome : . Maplekit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Whines about being hungry - Is jealous Petalkit is getting all the attention (---) .
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Outcome : . Puddlekit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Can't open his eyes yet Major Events Event: Puddlekit is brought to YewClan! Outsider roots, male, cyan eyes. Fearless trait. - none .
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2024 14:28:25 GMT -5
Heavy »
is named the new deputy - @ —
If there was one thing that had not surprised Heavy this moon it was Bubblingstar’s - now Bubblingheart - retirement. For seasons now the orange and white tomcat had been showing his age, but it wasn’t until Blizzardkit’s untimely death that the now former leader had truly started to decline. Between the death of his daughter and a nasty injury sustained from a dog, Heavy didn't think any YewClan member was surprised to hear Bubblingstar announce his retirement. While it was of no shock to the Clan to hear of such an announcement, it would take some time for the shift in power to grow accustomed to. Bubblingheart deserved his rest in the elders’ den among Scarletdrift and Spottedfur, but he had been leader for so long that every cat in the Clan save for the three elders had only known Bubblingheart as their leader. Dappleswipe, now Dapplestar, had proved her worth many times over, but it would take the Clan some time to get used to addressing the former deputy as their current leader.
With the shift in leadership came the rise of a new deputy. Rumors had gone around camp like a flash flood, names being tossed about in the current of gossip and jumping like fish into the ears of any who would listen. Heavy had heard almost every one of her fellow warriors be named as a potential deputy candidate - Hazelpelt and Mistleheart had been the top two contenders being named. Then came Thrushfleck and Slatefoot. Pride had swelled in the calico’s chest every time she heard the name of one of her kits being suggested for the next deputy pick. To believe that her kits, the family she had Stemriver had created and raised, had garnished enough respect and loyalty from their Clanmates that they were willing to follow them as deputy… To believe that she could be the mother of the Clan’s next deputy. Mother of the Clan’s next leader… She knew being leader had been Slatefoot’s dream the moment she could speak. Thrushfleck had never entertained such thoughts as far as Heavy knew, but her son was a skilled and level-headed warrior. He had proven himself time and time again, and with a kind-hearted mate at his side, Thrushfleck would make for a fine YewClan deputy.
Though it may be best for Thrushfleck if his ascension to deputyship was postponed for now. A second announcement had been made this moon, one that had surprised Heavy and flooded her with more joy than she could even imagine. Her son, her little Thrushfleck, was to be a father! Oh, she could already see the kits now, small bundles of fur running about and hiding behind the much larger paws of warriors. Shadepatch had already moved to the nursery, and Heavy was beyond elated. She couldn’t wait to meet her grandkits. Thrushfleck would need to learn how to manage his time with kits on the way. Becoming deputy would have certainly put all the more pressure on him.
But it had not been Thrushfleck’s name that had slipped from Dapplestar’s tongue when she had called the Clan together to announce her deputy. It had not even been Hazelpelt’s name. Not even Mistleheart or Slatefoot had been called. Instead, to the intense shock of Heavy, it had been her name that Dapplestar had called.
”Heavy will be YewClan’s new deputy.”
Shock had rippled through her. Surprise glinted in her blue eyes.
The calico had gaped upward at Dapplestar, more akin to a fish than a cat who had just been named deputy. She wanted to ask why. She wanted to know why Dapplestar had decided on Heavy to be YewClan’s deputy. Something inside the calico had told her to decline the offer, to tell Dapplestar to give it to some other cat, to some cat younger and to some cat who believed in the Clan’s ancestors, but rather than decline the new leader’s offer, she had stepped forward, chest swelled and head held high, and announced for all the Clan to hear her acceptance of the position.
Once upon a time she had been a loner named Katydid. Katydid had never once dreamed of living among a group of cats. Katydid had never once imagined being crushed and broken, taken in by a kind Clan of warriors who had called her Heavy. Heavy had never expected to regain the feeling in her lower half and walk again, let alone be allowed to stay as a warrior. Heavy had never thought she’d have kits, settle with a mate, and become a respected warrior alongside a Clan she had no blood relations to. And never, never, in her wildest dreams had Heavy ever imagined she would be the cat promoted as YewClan’s deputy.
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Post by Dew on Jul 25, 2024 19:09:00 GMT -5
 Scarletdrift - Brings home Puddlekit + is thinking about how awful it would be to be a kittypet
Scarletdrift made his way through the trees of Yewclan territory. He had been taking walks recently, walks that took him all around Yewclan territory, and sometimes beyond. It had been on one of his visits to the nearby twolegplace where he had met Jewel. Jewel was a kittypet, and Scarletdrift suspected that she would have been around Hevay's age if she were a clan warrior. They had met after Scarletdrift had nearly been run over by a monster, (his stupid ears hadn't seemed to be working) and she had led him back to her den. He hadn't gone in, of course. The two had talked and then he had left, but he kept coming back. The last time he had come she had told him that she was pregnant.
Scarletdrift would admit, he had been scared. She was an older cat, would she survive the kitting? Jewel had told him she would be fine, her twolegs would take care of her. Still, he hadn't gone back the next day. Today, he was going to see her again. Hopefully she was fine. Now he was had approached the roads of the twolegplace, and his nerves spiked. He never felt safe until he was in the safety of her garden. It must be so awful to be a kittypet! He had tried many times to convince her to join the clan, but she had declined. He was still hopeful he could change her mind, but so far he had not had any luck. They have to stay inside most of the day! Their food looks like rabbit droppings! One time Scarletdrift had caught a mouse for Jewel, and she had loved it. Said it was the best thing she had ever tasted.
There she is! Scarletdrift quickened his pace, reaching her twoleg den in moments. The scent of milk hit him fast, and then the sound of a crying kit. "Hello Scarletdrift, I was hoping you would come." Jewel mewed, and she didn't look mad that he hadn't seen her in moons. "Hello Jewel. I hope your kitting went well." Scarletdrift mewed back, dipping his head toward her. He took a step closer, and then saw the kit. His kit. It was small, crying for milk. "I've named him Puddle. I want you to take him." Jewel said. "Wha-what? Don't you want to keep him?" Scarletdrift asked. "No, no. I won't get to keep him, my twolegs will send him away once he's old enough to not need my milk. I want you to take him, back to your clan. Please?" Jewel was hard, pushy, yet she wanted him to take their kit. Now. "Okay. Okay I will. Thank you Jewel." Scaletdrift could see the pain in her eyes as he picked up Puddlekit. "I love you Jewel." Then he left, disappearing among the nest of twoleg gardens. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2024 20:13:59 GMT -5
Heavy »
As YewClan’s new deputy, Heavy had some huge paws to fill. A trickle of her old insecurity fell down onto her like a droplet of rain, running along her spine and shivering down her entire body. What if she wasn’t good enough? What if she messed up? What if a patrol she sent out met with a wolverine and never returned, their blood drenching the ground and splattering the bushes?
Heavy’s chest tightened at the thought, her paws frozen to the ground. Brightleaf’s body crumbling underneath the blow of a wolverine replayed in the senior cat’s mind over and over, the last sight of her daughter alive a still image in the calico’s memory.
The calico shook her head, desperate to free herself of such thought. A wolverine had not been spotted on YewClan territory in seasons. And she would get the hang of being deputy in due time just as she had managed to get the hang of being a warrior. Heavy could do it. She was capable of handling her new title, and if she had any doubts or worries she knew she had both Dapplestar and Bubblingheart to turn to. They would help guide her as she balanced herself on the branch that was being YewClan’s deputy.
Despite her newfound confidence, it was her own daughter that noticed the worry that remained hidden in Heavy’s gut. The two mollies nuzzled into one another, purring in greeting. Slatefoot stepped away from her mother, gesturing with her tail toward Whorlpaw and Foxpaw, the two littermates talking back and forth with one another in a passionate exchange. ”Those two are starting to get a little too big for the apprentices’ den. As YewClan’s new deputy,” Slatefoot’s voice held only admiration for her mother, not a single trace of disappointment or envy lacing her words, ”I think you’d be the perfect cat to assess them.”
Heavy could have told her daughter that Dapplestar would be the cat to go to for assessments, but she squared herself and dipped her head in agreement. She was YewClan’s deputy. No longer a warrior, Heavy had new responsibilities she needed to tend to, and Slatefoot was giving her the perfect opportunity to show that she was worthy as Clan deputy.
It didn’t take long for the two to gather the apprentices. A newfound confidence sparking within her, Heavy announced her plans for the assessment - a test of their skills as both hunter and fighter. Despite the hot weather, the patrol managed to keep their cool, and with one success came others.
Whorlpaw was proving to be quite the hunter, returning to where both Heavy and Slatefoot waited with his jaws full of plump prey. Foxpaw was less fortunate with her catches, but where she lacked in hunting she boldly made up for in fighting.
By the time the assessment was over with both Slatefoot and Heavy were panting, impressed by Foxpaw’s prowess in battle. ”When did you get so quick on your paws, Foxpaw?” Slatefoot mrrrowed through her quickened breaths. ”Keep it up and you’ll be named for your battle skills!”
Not wanting to forget where Whorlpaw had shined, Heavy turned to the young tom, blue eyes shining with exhaustion and pride. ”You very well could be the Clan’s best hunter! Dapplestar will be pleased to hear we have two fine warriors in the making!” Pleased indeed. It was always a pleasure to hear that YewClan apprentices were well on their way to becoming warriors.
Slatefoot »
So being deputy was not in the stars for Slatefoot, at least not yet. She had prayed to StarClan that her name would be called once Dapplestar announced her as deputy, that it would be Slatefoot who got to puff proudly in front of her Clan as she walked to stand beside their new leader. She would have been one step closer to being leader, one step closer to living her dream.
But she had to admit that there were warriors more worthy than herself of being named deputy. Warriors who had served her Clan longer than Slatefoot had, warriors with more experience and more life under their paws. There were more deserving warriors than Slatefoot, and while she had dreamed of nothing more than being deputy and then leader one day, she had no arguments with who her new leader had assigned the position to. No, even now, as she recalled how Dapplestar had stood before the Clan and announced Heavy, Slatefoot’s own mother, as YewClan’s new deputy, Slatefoot had celebrated loud and proud, wanting her voice to call her mother’s name the loudest.
Even if now wasn’t the time for her to ascend to deputyship, Slatefoot supposed she would have another chance at the spot if she were lucky. But until that day arrived, the dark and light furred warrior knew she could help her Clan in other ways, even as just a plain warrior rather than the new deputy.
With no patrols to tend to, Slatefoot found herself heading toward the nursery. Whiskers twitched with excitement as she neared the warm, milk-scented den, thinking about how she would soon be an aunt. Thrushfleck was to be a father and Slatefoot was nothing but excited for him and Shadepatch. The news of her brother’s upcoming litter did make the young molly stop and wonder if she would ever have kits of her own, if she would ever get the chance to step down from her warrior duties for a few seasons and nurture a litter of the Clan’s next generation. Her eyes narrowed in wonder - did Mistleheart want kits one day? Would Mistleheart even want to have a litter with Slatefoot? They weren’t even mates, for StarClan’s sake! Should she really be thinking about all this? It wasn’t even like the two could biologically have kits together, but perhaps they’d stumble upon a litter that needed parents, or maybe a tom would be willing to help them out…
Stop it, she’s not even your mate. You don’t even know if she likes you back! Slatefoot snapped to herself; she was surprised to catch the sounds of a low growl, almost convinced she had verbally growled to herself but soon realized that what she was hearing was not her own voice, rather, it was Petalkit.
Amusement replaced the frustration that had been tightening her face. The molly glanced down, eyeing the small torbie kit. ”Trying to scare away everybody in camp?” Slatefoot asked with a twitch of her whiskers, crouching down to be eye level with Petalkit. Maybe she coudln’t be deputy, but she could help Petalkit perfect her growling technique. ”I’ll let you in on a little secret,” whispered the warrior as she leaned in close to Petalkit’s ears. ”If you roll your tongue in the back of your throat, your growls will sound like a LionClan warrior’s!” Stepping back from the kit Slatefoot took in a deep breath of air before giving a deep growl that vibrated in the back of her chest and through her throat, a menacing noise even with her fur smooth and hackles relaxed. ”Just like that!” Her growl turned to a purr as she rose back to her paws, smiling down at Petalkit.
It was then that the warrior spotted one of Petalkit’s littermates nearby. A toothy grin tugged at her lips as she acknowledged Maplekit. ”Hello there, Maplekit! Care to join us?”
Maybe Slatefoot couldn’t be deputy, but she could at least help with the kits of her Clan.
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I will only do moon and patrol events for Monday (Tuesday for me)'s moon, but I'll try to respond to any prompts (something I didn't do last time because of the uni test).
