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Post by Dew on Jul 31, 2024 8:29:38 GMT -5
 Foxpaw - With Drizzlemimic (gets surprised with something thoughtful!)
Foxpaw hadn't been in the best mood after Whorlpaw was made a warrior. Her grumpy brother, better than her?! She thought they had both done well on their assessment last moon, but apparently she had done something wrong, which had confused her. Both Heavy and Slatefoot had told her she had done well! She wasn't even going to get much training this moon because her mentor had heat exhaustion, meaning she had to stay in camp. Foxpaw was worried for Slatefoot, and all the cats that had also gotten confined to camp because of the overwhelming heat.
She was chilling in a patch of shade in the camp clearing, spending some time alone. Most cats now just gave her pitying looks and passed, not bothering to talk to her. It wasn't like she was the only apprentice to have stayed back a moon for some extra training... right?
Drizzlemimic interrupted her thoughts, and she started slightly before regaining herself. “Hey, Foxpaw. I heard you failed your apprentice assessment. Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us. You’ll be made a warrior in no time! Here, I brought you something.” The white-and-grey tom slid a mouse towards her, and she stared at it for a second before taking a bite. "Thank you Drizzlemimic! Do you want to share?" She asked, her voice cheery. Does the entire clan think I failed my warrior assessment?! She hadn't! She just needed to work on a few things... right? Surely she hadn't failed! "It reallly does make me feel better though, I really appreciate it." Foxpaw wasn't sure if she had been allowed to eat yet, since most cats were doing their own thing, but if Drizzlemimic brought her some prey, that would be fine.
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Foxpaw - Is helping Spottedfur
Foxpaw currently wasn't doing anything in camp. She hadn't done much today in camp at all, now that Slatefoot was sick most cats didn't pay attention to her, because she wasn't their responsibility. Foxpaw could hardly blame them, she would do the same thing. But she wanted to do something! Surely if she was a warrior, she would be doing something! She needed to show Dapplestar that she was ready to get her warrior name!
Getting to her paws, Foxpaw padded over to the elders' den and poked her head inside. Currently the only cat inside was Spottedfur, who was among the many cats who had heat exhaustion. Spottedfur had been one of the first cats to get it along with Hazelpelt and Cinderdapple, but they had both recovered. Spottedfur hadn't... yet.
Padding over to the elder, she sat down beside him. "Is there anything you need Spottedfur?" Foxpaw asked, keeping her voice level. Did he need some prey? Did he somehow get ticks and fleas? Or did he just want some company?
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Post by Dew on Jul 31, 2024 9:05:18 GMT -5
 Whisperingkit - Recovers from heat exhaustion! & Helps Petalkit hide from the warriors (+++)
Last moon had been horrible! She wasn't allowed to play with her littermates because she had been so tired and hot! Her head had been all foggy and dizzy, and when she had stood up all she had wanted to do was to sit down. It hadn't been fun at all, and her mother was out with the other warriors and she had felt utterly ignored. But this moon, she was feeling SO MUCH better! She could run and play and get up in other cats business!
All day she had been skipping around camp, enjoying the fact that she could have fun again and not stay in the nursery all day alone. Sure, Shadepatch had moved in last moon as well, but it wasn't the same! Her littermates had been outside playing and her mother was outside of camp, doing things without her kits! Whisperingkit couldn't wait to become an apprentice!
Just then, Petalkit zoomed past, one of the Yewclan warriors hot on her trail. Whisperingkit was chilling in the shade close to the outside of the nursery, getting under other cats paws was hard! She was slightly hidden due to her darker pelt, but she jumped to her paws when she saw the scene. "Pssst! Petalkit! Over here! You can hide in the bushes behind me!" She hissed, hoping Petalkit would hear her and the warrior didn't.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 31, 2024 9:20:00 GMT -5
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Slatefoot had not expected the newly named Whorldusk to pad up to her after his naming ceremony. Truth be told, she had not expected any cat to start up conversation with her, and part of her had wished to be left alone - not only was she sick with heat exhaustion, her limbs feeling boneless and her mind a haze of broken thought and jumbled reality, but she was disappointed in herself. Angry with herself. She had failed Foxpaw. She had failed her apprentice. Foxpaw’s littermate had become a warrior without Foxpaw at his side. Slatefoot knew exactly how the young molly must feel - confused, upset, angry. It was all the emotions Slatefoot herself had felt upon Thrushfleck’s naming ceremony. And then Brightleaf’s naming ceremony. Being the sibling that had been left out, the sibling that had been tossed about and forgotten… That had been the last thing Slatefoot wanted for Foxpaw, and yet history had not failed to repeat itself.
Surprise glittered in her eyes when she noticed Whorldusk padding up to her, a questioning look creasing his features. Slatefoot’s ears perked forward in curiosity, her tail twitching in apprehension. If a cat had decided to speak with her after the warrior ceremony, Slatefoot had expected it to be Foxpaw, but here Whorldusk was, the young tom and newest warrior questioning as to why his sister had remained an apprentice.
A sigh slipped from the young warrior’s lips. She lowered her head, drooping forward. Her head shook. Heat exhaustion had subdued her energy while disappointing Foxpaw had stolen her spirit. ”She does deserve to become a warrior, you’re right.” Heavy had reported back to Dapplestar with the report from the warrior assessment a moon prior. Foxpaw had excelled in battle while Whorlpaw had excelled in hunting. They had both outshone one another in different aspects, so why had Whorldusk been the one made a warrior while Foxpaw remained an apprentice? The only reason Slatefoot could think of was that she had become a victim of the sun, struck down by the overwhelming heat this greenleaf had plagued YewClan with. Her claws flexed. Had she been the reason for why Foxpaw had been held back?
”I failed her as a mentor these last few days,” she murmured, eyes dull with defeat. Brain fuddled and mind hazy, Slatefoot had no energy to fight off the disappointment welling inside her chest. Other warriors had been sharing the responsibility of taking Foxpaw out, but Slatefoot supposed they had withheld from teaching her the final lessons she needed to become a warrior. That was Slatefoot’s job, and here Slatefoot was, a useless lump of black and white fur stuck in the camp rather than teaching her apprentice those last final lessons of what it meant to be a warrior. |
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Post by Sand on Jul 31, 2024 17:59:41 GMT -5
 Spottedfur : receiving help from Petalkit & Foxpaw
Once again, Spottedfur had been hit by heat exhaustion. The older he got, the frailer he became. He lay still in his nest, waiting for the water that Maplekit had promised him. The little kit must’ve forgotten by now— it felt like it had been moons since he asked her for help.
At the sight of Petalkit, one of Maplekit’s littermate, he called out to her. “Hey, Petalkit! Mind fetching me some moss with water?” he asked.
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Once Foxpaw had come along, the silver speckled tom was growing hungry. His gaze settled on the apprentice, hearing her question. “A sparrow or any prey would be lovely please,” he mewed in response. He had no clue why he had been craving a sparrow all day long, but if Foxpaw wanted to be useful, then getting him some prey couldn’t be difficult.
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 Stormmask : can’t give catmint to FlowerClan, gets a mangled tail & heat stroke. Gives Puddlekit a gift
While out at the FlowerClan border, she had consulted with the bordering clan’s medicine cat. They had asked for some catmint which to her dismay, didn’t have any extra for the fellow healer. The conversation ended rather quickly from there and Stormmask was on her own.
Stormmask hadn’t realized that a fox was lurking nearby in the forest. It attacked her from behind swiftly, leaving the medicine cat no time to defend herself. She limped back to camp in pain, knowing her tail was mangled. She would be lucky if it healed properly. Stormmask knew well enough about injuries that hers was a complicated one.
The humidity and heat combined had caused the dark tabby to become dizzy as her pulse rose faster and stronger than ever before. She was confused, the medicine cat den felt as if it were spinning. It wasn’t long before she passed out.
Once Stormmask came to, she blinked a few times frantically, trying to figure out where she was. It didn’t take too long thanks to the scent of herbs. Oh, it’s heat stroke. There’s no way I can get anything done now, she realized many minutes later. Instead of informing any other cats, she curled up in her moss nest. Hopefully her injuries will heal soon.
A few days before, Stormmask made her way over to the nursery. She had found a moss ball inside the medicine cat’s den. She padded over to Puddlekit, Scarletdrift’s son. It appeared the large tom was asleep. “I thought you might like this, Puddlekit,” she murmured, mostly to herself. It wasn’t long before she left the den to attend to her own duties.
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Post by grimmreminder on Jul 31, 2024 18:27:38 GMT -5
|| Thrushfleck - Secrets spilled & Compliments Shadepatch - /w: Shadepatch [ cometchaos ] Mentions Whisperingkti [ Dew ] ||
" Shhh, " his past self had whispered throw a mouthful of flowers. A gift, for his mate that he had planned- hiding and tucking them away in the nursery to present to her later. With all his focus on patrols and her being cooped up here while the heat beat down on all his clanmates.. he figured she could use something a little special. He moved past the nests and to the corner, covering them with moss as he turned towards the kit that had watched him work. " Don't tell her okay? " he whispered with a wink. Yet, when he came to the den later after his daily patrol- the flowers already exposed and decorated her den. He paused mid-step, eyes wide and ears pinned back. Had she just found them? Did whisperingkit tell her? He wasn't sure but he couldn't miss a beat for long as he padded forwards. Gently nuzzling his head against her own. " Hey there Shadepatch, you feeling well? " he questioned gently. His gaze full of nothing but love and adoration. " I see you found the surprise early, but well... either way they suit you. You look beautiful in flowers. I should take you to a meadow full of 'em sometime. "
|| Thrushfleck - Encountering a mink - /w: Coppersplash, Whorldusk [ asrise Sapphirejas ] ||
" Over here! " Thrushfleck called out to his clanmates with his heart pounding in his chest. The first sign something was a miss was nothing but a small puddle of blood and scattered feathers. At first, he suspected it might be those rogues on their territory again, but as he rounded the corner- keen eyes following small droplets the scent had hit him. A mink on their territory- a smaller creature sure enough but a predator none the less. Food thieves, as far as he was concerned, and he heard tales of how much damage such a little package could deal. " Fox dung, it's a mink, " He hissed out as his eyes tracked the movement in the brush. His pelt puffed up as he slowly creeped closer. The hiss that left him had the dark brown creature rounding on him fast enough for him to take a few steps back. His tail held high as he hissed again, claws unsheathed in case it lashed out at him. Instead, to his pleasant surprise due to the others that backed him up- it turned and bolted into the undergrowth further from the yewclan camp.
|| Petalkit - Hiding behind whisperkit - /w: Whisperingkit [ Dew ] ||
Petalkit zoomed as fast as her little paws could take her, upsetting Drizzlemimic hadn't been her intention- but she saw the look tom had cast her with her sentence. Eyes wide she could only squeak out an " I'm sorry! " as she bolted from the nursery. Thus she was running, keenly aware of Drizzlemimic following her- and not wanting to stick around and find out whether it was out of concern or anger. Though her siblings voice struck her ears like a siren's call- the little kit skidding to a stop in the dirt with claws outstretched to stop herself. She turned heel, whispering out a meek " Thank you whisperingkit! " as she practically dived behind her bigger sister. Her own grey torbie fur pressing up against Whisperingkit's grey. " I.. I think I messed up! Drizzlemimic is gonna murder me! " she practically cried out to her sister- tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. Was it dramatic? Definitely, but to the little she-kit it felt all too real with the tales her mother would tell them about bad kits at bed time.
|| Petalkit - Dreams of being a warrior & helps Spottedfur - /w: Spottedfur [ sand ] ||
These recent days, the little kit found herself wandering aimlessly around the camp. Poking her head into here and there, and finding herself wishing she was much bigger than she currently was. Right now she was tiny! Barely able to climb up on the boulder the adults liked to sunbathe on! Every bird that she saw in the sky was terrifying but the adults.. the adults didn't seem bothered. They were big, and strong and... could she be like them too? Could she with her vision as bad as it is? She couldn't even make out which cat it was at the other end of the camp other than the blur of colors to help her guess! Rounding the corner, the molly peeked her head inside the elder's den. Scarletdrift, Spottedfur- and now.. bubbling-something were all supposed to be here now. She would admit, she was used to calling the retired leader Bubblingstar and a new name felt foreign on her tongue. Why did names have to be so confusing and change? How would she handle her own name changes? She mulled over her thoughts when she heard Spottedfur call out to her- requesting her to fetch him some matter. The little kit puffed up, first out of being startled and the next being out of seeming pride. That was a task she could accomplish! " Sure! Thats what apprentices do right? And I'm really close to being an apprentice right..? " she whispered, turning around with a new mission in mind. " I can do it! "
With that, she scampered off as Foxpaw brushed past her. Finding watery moss was.. a little more difficult than she remembered in this heat wave but with a little help she managed to accomplish it quickly enough. Dragging the moss almost half her own size back to the elder's den with a triumphant smile. " Look look- I got it! "
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 1, 2024 1:35:02 GMT -5
HAZELPELT - Fishing with Pondspeckle (Thinks Heavy is charming) Water brushed up against Hazelpelt’s belly, sending shivers down the molly’s spine. She kept her eyes trained on the creek bed, face scrunched up in focus. Not that it was doing her much good. Her thoughts kept straying to a certain deputy despite her best efforts. Her ears warmed, and Hazelpelt shook her head in a way she hoped was subtle. Pondspeckle was just a few hops away- probably actually fishing; unlike Hazelpelt’s current impression of a wet log. But the nagging fear another cat might just know what she was thinking lingered. Heavy was just so- well… good! A good mother, a good warrior, a good friend. Without her reassuring presence Hazelpelt might not have lasted in Yewclan after joining for very long. And it helped that she was pretty. Very, very pretty. How did she get her fur to shine like that? Hazelpelt grit her teeth, shaking her head again, more firmly. Heavy was a friend, and she wouldn’t let any traitorous thoughts ruin that. Impulsively, she dunked her head into the water, hoping the cool current would wash her mind clean. Hunting! Yes, hunting. She could do that. |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Aug 1, 2024 3:01:11 GMT -5
 grimmreminder asrise Whorldusk (mink on a border patrol, with Thrushfleck and Copperspalsh) After the downpour of heavy rain, the hot sun was beaming down onto the forest, casting shadows of the trees. The air was thick was moisture, and dew was dropping out of the leaves of plants. The ground, which was once dry have turned into mud. Three cats were padding through the forest, casting shadows and weaving around trees and bushes while wading in the mud. Whorldusk was one of these cats, and he was the son of the former leader of YewClan, Bubblingheart. His ginger fur glistened in the sun, and his aqua eyes glistened with excitement on what he would find on his first patrol as a warrior. Suddenly, another cat, Thrushfleck, also a ginger tom like Whorldusk called oiut him and Coppersplash. As Whorldusk arrived at his side, there was a rustling in the bushes. Instinctively, Whorldusk raised his hackles and unsheathed his claws. Even though his fur was thin to his body, it still fluffed up in fear and to defend himself to whatever was lurking nearby. Oh no, A ROGUE?! Whorldusk thought ON MY FIRST PATROL OUT AS A WARRIOR. I sat the vigil last sundown for THIS?! WHAT if I don't prove myself as a warrior?!" But as Whorldusk's negative thoughts drifted, a creature appeared out of the bush. It wasn't a rogue, it was a much smaller, longer, skinny brown mammal! It was a mink, EXACTLY how the elders described in his kithood stories; they said they would come out at night and steal fresh-kill from the fresh-kill pile. Most cats hate them and say they are creatures with no sense of the Warrior Code. But somehow, Whorldusk liked these small mammals, due to the fact the he think they make their own rules, just like him. But Whorldusk's heart sank he remembered that he couldn't just wake up in the middle of the night and sneak a squirrel or two. He would get in HUGE trouble with Dapplestar on his loyality to the so called... Warrior Code. " A mink!" Shouted a Whorldusk. He wanted to say " It's so cool!", but the other warriors would never forgive him if he did. The mink bared it's teeth, but it turned tail and fled, frightened by the three cats who are a lot bigger than it. Whorldusk was daydreaming about what cool creatures minks were when he returned back to camp with the other two cats. When he heard Coppersplash complain about about coming a across a mink, his insides flared a little. Why would you complain about seeing such a cool creature?! Oh right... most cats hate minks with a passion, because they are creatures that follow their own rules, and not under the rules of some mouse-hearted rules dead cats in StarClan give to the living cats!
OOC: keep your eyes peeled for art of Mistleheart in the weekend, and Mistleheart's origin story, with her mother, Lily as the main character, and who Mistleheart's father is. All coming this weekend! Hopefully there isn't too much next moon, so I have more time to flesh out the art and story of Mistleheart.  EDIT: I didn't see the post in YewClan's discussions about tomorrow's moon being a big moon when I posted this. I will hopefully get both Mistleheart's art and origin story done, but if it get too busy, I will still do Mistleheart's art and postpone Mistleheart's origin story to next weekend when I have time. |
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Post by Sand on Aug 1, 2024 12:37:32 GMT -5
Spottedfur : receiving help from Petalkit
Spottedfur couldn't help but smile as Petalkit's fur puffed up with pride. With all of the kittens in YewClan, it was hard not to become fond of them. He watched Petalkit as she left and began chatting with Foxpaw, whom he asked for some prey. The elder was doing his best to stay conscious in case the tortoiseshell kitten didn't come back with his water. If she completed her task, the silver speckled tom would be surprised.
Whilst gnawing on a sparrow, he spotted Petalkit's triumphant smile before noticing the bundle of moss behind her. "Wow, Petalkit! I've never seen a kit carry that much moss across camp," he meowed, praising the young one. He slowly got to his paws and leaned down to the moss bundle, lapping at it for quite some time. He looked up at the kit with a grateful grin. "Thank you, Petalkit. I appreciate it."
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Post by Brownie on Aug 1, 2024 14:05:12 GMT -5
x - Moon 66 - x
early fall; scattered thunderstorms
Clan Events:
A rogue brings a kit to the Clan, claiming he can no longer care for him.
Flashkit joins YewClan!
Stormmask dies from heat stroke
Prey pile: full
Calls a Clan meeting, but is interrupted before she can begin Major Events Event: Dapplestar recovers from heat exhaustion! Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Helps bind Hopbramble's wounds (++)
- Watches Heavy tell Maplekit a story
- Thinks Maplekit has a lot of growing up to do (---) with Cinderdapple, Whorldusk
Event : CRASH
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Cinderdapple is buried in a deadfall! Without panicking, Whorldusk carefully assesses the pile of branches trapping his Clanmate, then throws his weight onto one. It acts as a lever and the entire pile lifts, allowing Cinderdapple to scrabble free unharmed and the patrol to continue onward. Is giving Spottedfur her support Patrol: Border Relationships - Had Bubblingstar bump into her, and he didn't even apologize! (-)
- Tells Maplekit a story (++) with Foxclove, Frozenlaurel
Event : Pawprints
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Frozenlaurel spots another set of pawprints in the mud. Another rogue? He follows them... in a circle. They were his own pawprints from last moon. Major Events Event: Stormmask dies of heat stroke
Patrol: INJURED! Relationships - .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Wants to talk to Dapplestar about taking on an apprentice Major Events Event: Bears three kits! Skipkit, Flykit and Spotkit. She does suffer blood loss from birth complications.
Patrol: EXPECTING Relationships - Didn't get the joke Coppersplash was telling (-) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Patrol: Border Relationships - Makes Whisperingkit feel better (+)
- Apologizes to Whorldusk (+) with Mistleheart
Event : Footprints
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Another rogue? Hazelpelt takes the lead, but the rogue doesn't stand to fight and runs away before they can even get close. What is going on? Is asking Dapplestar what he can do to help Patrol: Border Relationships - Empathizes with Spottedfur (+)
- Considers Drizzlemimic to be one of his closest friends (+++) with Foxclove, Heavy
Event : Pawprints
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Frozenlaurel spots another set of pawprints in the mud. Another rogue? He follows them... in a circle. They were his own pawprints from last moon. Is wondering how the rogue group is doing Major Events Event: Fought a rogue! While she manages to drive the trespasser out, she did get a claw wound and suffered significant blood loss getting back to camp. Patrol: INJURED! Relationships - Thinks Hazelpelt is a good warrior (+)
- Is happy to run into Coppersplash (+++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Tries to set a good example for the kits following her around Major Events Event: Announces she's expecting kits! She isn't ready to move to the nursery quite yet. Patrol: Border Relationships - Cheers Maplekit up (++)
- Saw Bubblingheart with Amberkit
- Covers for Maplekit on something minor (++) with Hazelpelt
Event : Intruder!
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Another rogue? Hazelpelt takes the lead, but the rogue doesn't stand to fight and runs away before they can even get close. What is going on? Is chasing his own tail, making everyone laugh Patrol: Training Relationships - Said he'd help Whisperingkit, but got her in trouble (--)
- Appreciates Maplekit's boundless energy (+++)
- Helps Flashkit learn YewClan's camp with Coppersplash
Event : Sticks and stones
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : With all these rogues, Thrushfleck and Coppersplash decide to set a few traps along the border. They set sticks along the most common trails in the western part of YewClan's territory and carefully pile pillars of stones. If the stones are knocked over or the sticks broken, they'll know a cat has trespassed. Wants to get to know Drizzlemimic better Major Events Event: Gets heat exhaustion Patrol: SICK Relationships - Appreciates Thrushfleck checking up on her (+) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is grumpily eating his least favorite food Major Events Event: Slips on a wet log and dislocates his shoulder. Patrol: INJURED! Relationships - Rests beside Whisperingkit (+) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is eavesdropping on Bubblingheart Patrol: Training Relationships - Says hi to Whorldusk
- Feels Drizzlemimic hasn't been paying enough attention to him lately (--rom) with Drizzlemimic
Event : "Hunting" training
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : As Hayfeather creeps forward, Drizzlemimic notices his haunches wriggling like a kit's in excitement. He laughs and gives him a head's up about the bad habit. Volunteers to help the healers Patrol: Training Relationships - Works together with Hopbramble (+) with Hayfeather
Event : "Hunting" training
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : As Hayfeather creeps forward, Drizzlemimic notices his haunches wriggling like a kit's in excitement. He laughs and gives him a head's up about the bad habit. Spends a lot of time outside of camp on her own Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Jokes with Shadepatch about how bad BurdockClan cats smell (+++) with Dapplestar, Whorldusk
Event : CRASH
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Cinderdapple is buried in a deadfall! Without panicking, Whorldusk carefully assesses the pile of branches trapping his Clanmate, then throws his weight onto one. It acts as a lever and the entire pile lifts, allowing Cinderdapple to scrabble free unharmed and the patrol to continue onward. Is listening to the bird calls Patrol: Training Relationships - Plays with Flashkit (+++) with Thrushfleck
Event : Sticks and Stones
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : With all these rogues, Thrushfleck and Coppersplash decide to set a few traps along the border. They set sticks along the most common trails in the western part of YewClan's territory and carefully pile pillars of stones. If the stones are knocked over or the sticks broken, they'll know a cat has trespassed. Major Events Event: Is named a warrior! She is honored for her devotion and thanks Slatefoot for her guidance. Trait: loving. Skill: great speaker.
Name options: Foxclove, Foxfire, Foxkick Patrol: Border Relationships - Wishes Flashkit didn't steal the spotlight after her warrior ceremony (-) with Frozenlaurel, Heavy
Event : Pawprints
Choice : Procced
Outcome : Frozenlaurel spots another set of pawprints in the mud. Another rogue? He follows them... in a circle. They were his own pawprints from last moon. Compliments Hopbramble's fighting techniques! Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Bubblingheart is kind (+)
- Catches Slatefoot watching another cat (---rom) with Dapplestar, Whorldusk
Event : CRASH
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Cinderdapple is buried in a deadfall! Without panicking, Whorldusk carefully assesses the pile of branches trapping his Clanmate, then throws his weight onto one. It acts as a lever and the entire pile lifts, allowing Cinderdapple to scrabble free unharmed and the patrol to continue onward. Is recalling something no other cat remembers anymore Patrol: RETIRED Relationships - Swaps stories with Hopbramble (++)
- Has to chase Petalkit out of the elder's den for bothering Spottedfur (--) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : .
Spottedfur STATUS: GRIEF STRICKEN || Sand Is snoring in his sleep Major Events Event: Recovers from heat exhaustion. When he hears of Stormmask's death, he collapsed as if his own life ended. In the days to come, he hardly stirs from his nest, overcome with grief. - Bestows wisdom onto Scarletdrift (+)
- Is glad to have a Clanmate like Dawnkit (+++)
- Is starting to doubt his romantic feelings for Scarletdrift (--rom) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Thinks about going for a walk - Thinks Dapplestar is reliable (++)
- Mews congratulations to Puddlekit (+) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Wakes up early to say hello to the dawn patrol - Is in awe of Mistleheart (+++)
- Practices stalking Slatefoot and Spottedfur while they recover from heat exhaustion .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . - Sticks by Maplekit all day long (+++)
- Watches Foxclove watch Flashkit .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . - Plays moss-ball with Hazelpelt! (++) .
Event : .
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Outcome : . Whisperingkit STATUS: SEVERE HEADACHE || Dew Is regretting eating a bug she caught Major Events Event: Whisperingkit woke up with a splitting headache. She spends the entire day curled in the nursery, trying to avoid light and noise. - Thinks Flykit is too noisy! (---) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Maplekit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is practicing her mighty roar! - Follows Mistleheart around (++) .
Event : .
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Outcome : . Flashkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is looking around YewClan's camp with wonder Major Events Event: Is brought to YewClan by his rogue father. A black ticked tabby tom with gold eyes. Quiet, moss-ball hunter - .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Sticks his paw into an old snake hole - Gives Amberkit a gift (+) .
Event : .
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Outcome : . Skipkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Snuggles up to Shadepatch Major Events Event: A medium furred black ticked tabby tom with bronze eyes. Noisy. - .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Flykit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Snuggles up to Shatepatch Major Events Event: A long-furred white and ginger speckled tabby tom with yellow-green eyes. Daydreamer - .
Event : .
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Outcome : . Spotkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Snuggles up to Shadepatch Major Events Event: A short furred calico (black and brown ticked tabby) tom with yellow-green eyes. Self-conscious. - Plays all day with Whorldusk! (+++) .
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 1, 2024 16:10:08 GMT -5
Heavy »
annoyed that bubblingstar didn't apologize after bumping into her
supporting spottedfur - Sand
Stormmask was dead.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, a stark reminder of the rain that was approaching. A cool breeze ruffled the leaves that were slowly fading into the colors of leaf-fall.
Heavy flexed her shoulders, claws unsheathing for a moment. Where was the breeze a moon ago? Where was the storms that stomped out the heat a moon ago? Of course rain would cloud the skies and drench the forest only after a Clanmate had passed. And not just any Clanmate, but Stormmask. Stormmask, their senior medicine cat. Stormmask, Heavy’s friend. Stormmask, a cat that Heavy had come to grow fond of ever since Stemriver had died, a cat that she had found fleeting moments of affection for.
And now she was dead.
If greenleaf had brought forth such tragedy, what would leaf-bare bring for the Clan? Heavy wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
This was the second medicine cat death Heavy had experienced since joining YewClan. She still remembered Icepath, the studious healer that had trained Stormmask and healed Heavy all those seasons ago. A fine healer she had been, a cat Heavy had learned to respect. She had offered the calico many words of comfort and wisdom when Heavy had been stuck in the medicine cat den, but despite all that, her death didn’t cause the same angry emotions that Stormmask’s did. Icepath’s death had been sorrowful, but that’s all it had been. With Stormmask’s death, Heavy felt anger. Anger that made her curse the storms rolling high above in the sky. Anger that made her almost hiss at Bubblingheart when the elderly tom bumped into her without an apology. It was for Spottedfur’s sake that she managed to hold her tongue and ignore the former leader’s stumbling paws as she walked into the elders’ den.
When Heavy had first been brought to the Clan her relationship with Spottedfur had been strained. The two had been awkward toward one another, bordering between dislike and neutrality. In their older moons the two had bridged that awkward gap and had become something like friends. There was respect now, a sense of trust. Knowing how it felt to lose a daughter so suddenly and without warning was something Heavy knew all too well. She knew exactly how Spottedfur had to be feeling, how distorted and confused his mind was at discovering his daughter’s passing.
So she greeted him gently, pressing her nose against his ear. Heavy said nothing as she took a seat beside the old tom, knowing that not even words could ease his grief, but letting him know she was there if he needed to talk was enough of a gesture to let him know he had support. That he had a shoulder to lean on.
Heavy leaned into Spottedfur, pelts softly brushing as she began to slowly groom his pelt. If he needed anything she was right there beside him.
Heavy »
tells maplekit a story
Amid all the chaos that had unfolded after Stormmask’s untimely demise, a small ray of light had graced the YewClan camp in the form of three tiny bundles. Shadepatch had finally given birth to a litter of three. The news had brought Heavy out of her angered grief over Stormmask, and while those feelings still lingered in the pit of her stomach, the calico was more than happy to see her son’s kits.
As she entered the nursery her eyes immediately fell onto Shadepatch, the young tortoiseshell curled peacefully around her three kits. Upon close inspection Heavy could just make out three tiny bodies, each clad in different colors - a white and ginger, a black tabby, and a brown and black tabby. Heavy’s heart swelled, love for her newest family members already washing over her and threatening to drown her. So badly did she want to go over and look at the kits even closer, but she refrained, knowing that Shadepatch and her new litter needed the rest. Kits only slept for small intervals before mewling for attention. Heavy knew Shadepatch needed as many chances to rest as she could possibly get. And it wasn’t like this was the only chance Heavy had to formally meet her grandkits.
She had decided to leave the nursery when a small prod from a small paw tickled alongside her ankle. The calico turned, blue eyes blinking in wonder. The small form of Maplekit was looking right back at her, the molly’s blue eyes dazzling as she smiled and asked, ”Can you tell me a story?”
Ever the soft-hearted cat when it came to kits, Heavy obliged. She motioned for Maplekit to take a seat as the deputy lowered herself into a laying position, gathering all the stories she had stored away in her mind to pass on down to little Maplekit.
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Post by Sand on Aug 1, 2024 17:07:36 GMT -5
 Stormmask : dies from heat stroke & walks a starry path
Without any cat to give her herbs, to heal her properly, Stormmask had an inkling that this was the end. An ending she knew she’d see some day, but didn’t expect it to be so soon. If only she had the strength to heal herself yet it was clear that she couldn't. With Shadepatch in the nursery, Stormmask couldn't take care of the clan and herself. The heat stroke had become too much to handle. "If this is what StarClan wants from me, so be it," she mumbled, her silver eyes growing heavy before they closed slowly. She barely moved in her nest as she took her last breath, the stress of being a healer leaving her agonized body. It wasn't long before she grew cold and still. She was now a soulless, lifeless body lying in her moss nest.
~ Stormmask knew exactly where she was as she saw the starry path before her opaque paws. She no longer felt like her pelt was boiling hot and wasn't losing consciousness anymore. She felt relieved and light as a feather. Relief from the horrific heat stroke she had experienced for one moon where no herbs could conquer the symptoms. Her mangled tail was healed as it appeared completely normal. A small smile formed on Stormmask's maw before disappearing. What about her father and her clanmates? What was she to do without them now? They had one less healer and with Shadepatch in the nursery, she could not help them. Not from StarClan, she couldn't gather herbs and sort them in her den anymore. Instead, she padded on a starry path to come to a halt.
"Icepath…" she murmured tearfully, noticing the grey she-cat whose fur was covered in white stars. "I've missed you so much."
She didn't need the former medicine cat to tell her where she was and what had killed her. The dark tabby ran towards her former mentor, nuzzling her chin into the crane of her neck affectionately. How she missed the connection they had over the many moons until her own death. But now, it was her turn to join StarClan. Something she had never given much thought to because, as faithful as she was, StarClan would come calling when her time was up. And that was now.
"You're home now, Stormmask," Icepath whispered, resting her thick tail on Stormmask's shoulder. "You can walk in the path of the stars with me, Mosspond, and the rest of YewClan."
Sorrowful tears shook Stormmask's starry frame as she felt the presence of another cat behind her. She glanced up, her silver gaze teary. "Mama, you're still here!" she murmured at the sight of Mosspond.
"Of course I am. Now, let's get you settled in. You can reconnect with your clanmates later," Mosspond mewed softly as Icepath stepped away. The black and white healer came forward and rested her chin on Stormmask's head briefly. "StarClan isn't as boring as you may think it is. We have lots of things going on up here! We have omens and prophecies and we know more than the living. Come on, my love."
With heavy steps, Stormmask followed the two healers along a starry path to her new home. She quickly turned around to glance back, but saw nothing of YewClan. She felt a pang in her heart, upset that she would never see them as a living being again. Somehow there was a sliver of hope. They can do it. They can survive without me, they have Shadepatch now. They were able to do survive before, after all. But I certainly won't forget them, she thought wistfully. I miss you all so, so much. [ tags: n/a | mentions: Icepath & Mosspond ] |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 1, 2024 19:26:20 GMT -5
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This moon had been…a lot. So much so that Slatefoot didn’t know how to feel about it. Should she be sad? Stormmask had died, afterall, and while the two weren’t incredibly close, she had spent a few good times with the medicine cat. She recalled the time in which she and Stormmask had gathered herbs together, conversing about StarClan and how sharing dreams with them worked. She remembered bringing Foxclove out with Stormmask and Shadepatch to gather herbs for one of their first training sessions. And now Stormmask was just…gone. It didn’t feel right. Shadepatch was a skilled healer in her own right, but she had a new litter of kits to care for. Slatefoot was beyond excited for her brother and his mate, but how could a Clan cope with so many exhausted from heat and their now sole medicine cat recovering from birth and blood loss?
Speaking of kits…
It had been not long after Foxclove’s ceremony - which, Slatefoot had totally cheered the loudest for her former apprentice, no other cat had matched her volume - that Mistleheart had come forth and announced that she was pregnant.
Slatefoot’s stomach had dropped at the news, her heart faltering into her paws. She knew she should be happy for her friend and congratulate her, but there was no happiness within her. There was no congratulations. All Slatefoot had felt was disappointment.
The rosette-splashed warrior had remained in the atrium of camp for some time after that, scanning the camp, searching the faces of her Clanmates. Mistleheart would never mate with an outsider. The father of her kits had to be a Clanmate. Yet Slatefoot found no signs on any of the toms’ faces that they had fathered a litter on the way. No tom came forward to stand by Mistleheart’s side and beam with happiness that he was to be a father.
Slatefoot narrowed her eyes as she turned to pad away from the celebration. I would be there to support Mistleheart and our kits if I was her mate…
Perhaps one day she’d be happy for Mistleheart and whoever she had decided to start a family with, but today, tomorrow, and even the next day would not be that day.
Defeated, Slatefoot had returned to her nest, determined to get away from the hustle and bustle of the ceremonies. Determined to not be around Mistleheart.
As she lay there the young warrior contemplated and pondered, wondering if she should just give up on her dreams of being with Mistleheart. The thought stung, but if Mistleheart was with another cat, with somebody who made her happy, then why should Slatefoot be jealous about that? Why should she be saddened about that? It would take time, a long time, for her to get over her conflicted feelings about this all, but perhaps she needed to just focus those intense emotions onto something else. She should focus on her family - cats like Heavy, Thrushfleck, even Cinderdapple and Drizzlemimic. They weren’t her siblings, but they had been raised by Heavy and brought in by Stemriver. Unfortunately their age gap had kept them separated for the most part, but now that they were both warriors they had a chance to spend more time together. Slatefoot would be able to get to know them better, learn more about her foster siblings and blood cousins.
That would be nice, she mused to herself as she sank deeper into her nest.
So that was decided. Rather than focus on the what-ifs between her and Mistleheart, she’d focus on her family. She’d focus on her ambitions to become leader one day. Failed romance wasn’t going to fog her vision and ruin her life. |
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Post by Dew on Aug 1, 2024 19:48:54 GMT -5
Foxclove - Warrior Ceremony!
"I do."
It was funny how two words could change your life. It had changed hers. She now had a new name, Foxclove, and new duties. She had sworn herself to her clan and the warrior code. This moment was all about her. For a second, she was happy that she didn't have to share it with Whorldusk. All eyes were all her, chanting her name.
Foxclove. She kept repeating it in her mind, over and over. That was her name. It didn't matter if she had become a warrior late, because wouldn't it be worse if she hadn't been a warrior at all? Maybe all she needed was that one final push, and she had made it.
Glancing into the crowd, Foxclove spotted her mentor, Slatefoot in the crowd. She had missed her last moon of training because of heat exhaustion, and although that might have been the reason she had been held back, she knew she couldn't have made it without her. The two cats would always have a connection like all mentor-apprentice pairs would, and the only thing Foxclove was sad about was that Slatefoot wouldn't be on her first patrol as a warrior. Turning her gaze to the highrock, Foxclove smiled at Dapplestar. She had been the one to give her such and amazing name, after all.
Foxclove - Wishes Flashkit didn't steal the spotlight after her warrior ceremony (-)
Foxclove was sitting at the camp entrance, listening to the whispers on the wind. Every other cat in Yewclan was asleep. Was any other apprentices in any other clans also sitting at their entrance tonight staring at the stars? Or was she the only one? She now wished her brother was here, so they could do this together. Had Blizzardkit been watching her ceremony? Had she been proud of her sister and brother?
Thinking about kits, Foxclove's mind went to the new kit, Flashkit. His father had been found at the border, and had dropped off the little kit at the border before leaving him behind. The story was sad, but why couldn't this happen tomorrow? Instead it had been the day of her ceremony. It had been her day, but most the the attention had been on Flashkit. It wasn't fair! She had trained all of her life for this moment, and it had been disrupted by a kit! She might be being slightly unfair, but come one! Her brother hadn't been overshadowed by a kit! It just wasn't fair!
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Post by asrise on Aug 1, 2024 21:06:36 GMT -5
Coppersplash So I wasn’t going crazy. Coppersplash was thoroughly unsurprised at the news that a rogue group had settled nearby, though it made her simmer with a new anger. How come they think they can just barge in and sleep in our territory, eat our prey!? Sure, she had also been an outsider once, but she earned her keep! Her claws churned the ground, as if to slice into a rouge’s back, while she listened to the call of the birds overhead. When Thrushfleck asked for help to set traps for the rogues, Coppersplash was the first to step up, raising her voice. It was a pretty simple affair, after all. She hunted for stones and thin branches instead of prey, piling up materials for them to use. We make a good team… She reflected with a small purr, watching Thrushfleck demonstrate his trap. They had been on patrol together quite often over the past few moons, after all. Tagging: grimmreminder (As Thrushfleck) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The rogue problem had only gotten worse after that, with Hopbramble already in the medicine den after a fight with a rogue. Coppersplash made sure to pay her a visit, of course. Nosing into the medicine den, she noticed Hopbramble and Shadepatch curled up in their nests. “Psst… Hopbramble! You were really brave there, I just wanted to tell you…” She shrank away, feeling a little embarrassed for disturbing her. “I guess sticks and stones couldn’t stop those rouges, huh?” she joked awkwardly. Tagging: cometchaos (As Shadepatch), lemonshortbread (As Hopbramble) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A shrill yowl of a kit pierced through Coppersplash’s dozing as a patrol stepped into camp. Heaving to her paws, she peeked out of the warriors’ den to see them set the kit down. Snippets of conversation drifted around her ears. “Found them near the border…” “Some rogue tom left him behind…” “No choice but to bring them back…” Coppersplash grimaced. Another problem these rogues are causing! Now they can’t even bother to take care of their own kits? Why should we let this happen? We should go there and force them to take their kit back!
Before she could retreat into the den, though, the tomkit raced towards her, grabbing at her tail with a giggle. “Hey, cut that out!” Coppersplash meowed, raising her tail out of reach. But he kept following her around, determined to play. So she caved, finding a moss ball and lobbing it as far away as possible, watching as the rogue kit ran for it with boundless energy, each and every time. They didn’t seem to get tired of it at all, so Coppersplash was content to stay there all morning. He may be a rogue, but he sure is cute… She thought. The last time she was kitsitting, it had ended badly, but this one seemed to be pretty easily entertained. It looked as if he would be staying after all. The whole clan was talking about the little kitten, but he didn’t seem to notice, finally getting tired of all the moss ball and curling up to Coppersplash. She instinctively patted his head. “Hey, kit… what’s your name?”
“Mmmnn… Flash…” the dark tabby answered tiredly, yawning widely. “No… Not anymore.” Coppersplash purred. Flash had impressed her. He didn’t really deserve to be judged by his origin, just like she had. Eventually, he would belong in Yewclan just as much as Spotkit, Skipkit or Flykit. “Your name is Flashkit, now.”
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Post by Brownie on Aug 1, 2024 22:29:56 GMT -5
 puddlekit sticks his paw in a snake hole
gives Amberkit a gift ★ His hindquarters waggled, his dark ginger tail straight in the air, his face scrunched in concentration as he pushed his paw deeper into the small crevasse between two boulders. A crinkle, like dead leaves crunching, meant his claws were close to the prize.
"C'mon," Puddlekit whined, sticking his tongue out as he flexed his paws... There! He felt the rough snakeskin snag on a claw and he tugged it out with a shrill victory cry. He... might have been too rough with it, as only part of the sheer shed survived, dangling from the kitten's paw. Puddlekit imagined it was a real snake he'd pulled from the hole and leaped forward, "pouncing" on the prey tangled between his claws with another victory cry. He had to announce his hunting prowess to the Clan!
Or maybe... Puddlekit paused, looked around furtively, a grin spreading across his face. There wasn't enough shed to play a prank--and what a shame that was! He could only imagine how high Whorldusk would jump if Puddlekit put a full snake shed in his nest! The small kit giggled to himself, distracted by his own thoughts, before he suddenly stood up tall, remembering his original plan.
He carefully peeled the thin shed from his claws. Only a pair of punctures marred the gossamer length, leaving the rest of the pattern untouched: a zig-zag of darker color on a faintly pink background, all milky clear. It was pretty and Puddlekit knew exactly who deserved such a fine gift.
Amberkit! He was almost an apprentice, and would certainly share some lessons with Puddlekit once he saw what an awesome hunter he already was! The ginger kitten puffed up with pride, prancing into the nursery with his trophy held gently in his jaws, making a beeline straight to the black-and-orange brindled kitten. "Hey, Amberkit! Look what I caught!" Puddlekit put the shed on the ground, letting it fall flat to showcase its pattern. "It's a gift, specially for you 'cause you're the best."
Puddlekit took a moment to preen, wriggling slightly in his excitement. "Only you get gifts, Amberkit. If anyone else wants me to hunt for them, they have to ask really, realllly nice." He paused, realizing he'd forgotten the Warrior Code! "Or if Dapplestar says to, 'course," he hastily appended.  frozenlaurel patrol - Heavy, Foxclove ★ "Again?" Frozenlaurel muttered, narrowing his eyes at the line of pawprints leading into the shrubbery. He glanced up, seeing Heavy and Foxclove investigate the border a few tree-lengths away, and debated calling his patrolmates for backup. But he didn't smell anything amiss, despite the fact that rogues have been swarming this side of the territory like ants to honey for the last moon.
He decided to do a little scouting on his own first. The others were well within sight- and yowl-range if he needed help, and he'd go slow. Not by choice, but because the stars-damned undergrowth would require some tedious maneuvering if he didn't want to leave half his pelt behind.
Frozenlaurel got to it, keeping the trail of pawprints beneath him as he wove in and out of the bushes. His jaw was parted, his ears forward to check for sounds, but he didn't feel anything amiss. Nothing besides the trail of prints--
He broke free of the undergrowth to a very familiar clearing and his ears burned with embarrassment. The tracks weren't fresh. In fact, they were probably his and Mistleheart's from last moon. If he'd actually looked at the tracks instead of jumping to conclusions, he would have seen that.
Frozenlaurel turned around, pushing back through the tangle. Even though he'd just come this way and should have cleared a path, it felt like the branches had somehow grown even thicker. Frustrated that his own mistake had led him into this predicament, he hissed and threw himself out of the snarl, leaving quite a few tufts of fur on the clawing branches as he was spit back out onto the trail.
There wasn't any time to groom the sticks and twigs from his snarled fur, not if he didn't want to slow the patrol down, so his messy fur remained token of his hasty error as he caught back up to the others, refusing to catch their eye, muttering reassurances: "yes, I'm fine. No, it was nothing. Not even a whiff of rogue-scent. So let's just move on with the patrol, okay?"
frozenlaurel empathizes with Spottedfur
asks Dapplestar if there's anything he can do
Stormmask's death ★ Stormmask was dead.
Heatstroke, though the hastily-bound tail wounds probably didn't help her chances. Was there anything any cat could have done? Shadepatch might know, but Frozenlaurel certainly didn't. That's what they had healers for, after all: to know those sorts of things.
But with Shadepatch recovering from a rough pregnancy, all it had taken was one moment of bad luck...
The elders carried her away. Poor Spottedfur; he probably never thought he'd live to bury his daughter. At least he gets to walk with her, all the way to the end, Frozenlaurel thought as the funeral procession disappeared into the upper forest towards YewClan's burial grounds.
Even after they were gone, a lingering fog of lavender and rosemary shrouded YewClan's camp, tickling Frozenlaurel's nose. Eventually it forced him to sneeze, shaking him from his stupor. He felt... aimless. Like a falling leaf, he thought he should be moving steadily towards the ground, but by some fluke of the wind, he was tumbling in place.
At least there was an easy way to remedy that. The grey tom found Dapplestar amid the mingling Clan and he steered his way towards the dark molly. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked. "I want to help."
He'd asked Bubblingstar the same thing many times before, although those times, there had been a vastly different tone to the question. Grief tainted this one, making it ring hollow, and while Frozenlaurel didn't regret asking, he did wish the first time he'd asked Dapplestar for direction wouldn't have been steeped in such misery. |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Aug 1, 2024 23:15:41 GMT -5
 lazzylake Mistleheart (Announces her pregnancy, sees Bubblingheart with Amberkit, Cheers Maplekit up ++, covers for Maplekit for something minor ++) Mistleheart woke up one morning feeling very nauseous. Normally, she would seek the help of the two healers, but Stormmask was dead, died from her heat stroke, and Shadepatch was nursing her and Thrushfleck's kits in the nursery. She got up from her nest and padded outside, to see that it was thundering outside, StarClan was probably mourning for such a skilled and wise healer... Stormmask was loved by all and very faithful to the warrior code. Mistleheart felt hungry, so she padded to the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a squirrel from it. However, when she bit into it, she suddenly felt very sick and immediately stopped eating. The fluffy white-furred warrior shoved the squirrel aside and rushed to the dirtplace to throw up. When Mistleheart padded out, feeling a bit better, she starting thinking. It's probably a stomach bug, even without any healer to treat it, it's something that StarClan can easily get rid of...Oh how very wrong she was... Without talking to anycat, Mistleheart walked back to the Warrior's den to rest, keen to get rid of this so called stomach bug she self-diagnosed herself with, she was no healer, unlike Stormmask (who's walking in StarClan now) and Shadepatch. A few sunrises later, the supposed stomach bug of Mistleheart's settled, and she continued with her warrior duties like nothing have ever happened. Well... that was unfortunate for this fluffy white she-cat, because she wanted something to happen. Padding through camp, Mistleheart spotted the former leader, Bubblingheart spending time with Amberkit in the clearing. Her heart swelled with joy and ancipitation. She always wanted to have kits of her own... just not with Slatefoot as she always considered her as only her best friend and nothing more, despite her obvious crush for the white-furred she-cat. Mistleheart also purred with joy when she cheered Maplekit up after she loses a game of moss-ball with Puddlekit in the nursery, and when she covered her up for something minor. Maplekit was later arguing with the same cat that she lost a game with, Puddlekit about being warriors. Mistleheart broke up the argument, and when Maplekit vigirously apologised to the fluffy warrior, Mistleheart covered her up, saying that all cats make mistakes sometimes. A purr escaped her throat when she watch Maplekit fall asleep next to her mother, Hopbramble. It wasn't until a quarter-moon later that Mistleheart noticed something different about herself. She noticed that she had a big bump for a belly. Her heart was getting warmer and swelling with more pride when she slowly realized she could be pregnant. Mistleheart skipped around, doing the camp duties, and patrolling in the forest with her Clanmates with pride. The Clanmates didn't seem to notice her bigger belly. A few sunrises later, Mistleheart felt some kicking and squirming in her belly. Her heart skipped a beat, suddenly learning that she was pregnant! YES!!! That nausea from the quarter moon before MUST of been be the initial symptons of pregnancy! Yes, Mistleheart wanted kits so much, and as she was getting older, so she knew there was no time to waste. To be faithful to the Warrior Code she was sworn to follow since she was taken into YewClan as a kit, she asked a tom in YewClan to act as a donor for her kits. The tom said yes, and now she was carrying his kits! Mistleheart knew what she must do. She padded to the leader's den to find Dapplestar to tell her the news. Mistleheart saw her grooming, and brushed her with her fluffy tail to get her attention. " Dapplestar, I'm expecting kits! " Mistleheart mewed pridefully to the leader. " Can you call a Clan meeting, so I can announce my pregnancy with the Clan, please?" After Dapplestar agreed to her, Mistleheart, while padding out of the leader's den watched as Dapplestar walk up the Great Rock and call a Clan meeting. Cats sharing tongues nearby turned their heads and walked to sit under Dapplestar. Cats came streaming out of their dens, until everycat, except Mistleheart were watching their leader, their eyes sparkling with ancipitation. The cats made a path for Mistleheart, as she padded through the crowd of cats to be right in front of Dapplestar. After a brief speech, Dapplestar let Mistleheart walk up the Great Rock to share her BIG news! Her heart was beating fast with excitment. She had NEVER been on top of the Great Rock before. Gulping, Mistleheart shakily walk up the the Great Rock once Dapplestar got down it. Mistleheart gasped with surprise when she got to the top. The camp looked so small from it, and cats were gazing up into her with sparkles in their eyes. Mistleheart gulped and spoke " I have some wonderful news to share with everyone... I'm expecting kits in two moons! And I will be joining Shadepatch in the nursery as a queen in a moon's time to prepare for the kits." The nervousness from speaking on the Great Rock was completely replaced with excitement flaring up into her chest. There were happy and excited cries, and then applauding from almost every cat of YewClan.... everyone except for Mistleheart's best friend, Slatefoot, who has a crush on her. Which Mistleheart spotted in the crowd of cats with her hackles raised and her ears flattened back. She was furious! Well... that was to be expected. She's not my mate and I don't romantically like her. She's just my best friend! Now... how do I break the news that I don't like her back?! I can't... I must let it go!
jaybun! Mistleheart (Another rogue, while on a border patrol with Hazelpelt) Two cats walked through the forest, shadows casting onto them. Leaves were starting to turn into their leaf-fall colours; it was leaf-fall at last. One of the cats was a fluffy white she-cat with two patches of gray on her back, and a bigger belly than the golden brown she-cat she was walking. This cat was Mistleheart, and yes, she was pregnant. Mistleheart was expecting kits with the help of a donor tom. Because she really wanted kits as much she wanted to be leader. And Mistleheart decided to have them this year, because she was old and experience. But she never fell in love with with any cat, not even her best friend Slatefoot, was was devastated when Mistleheart chose to not raise kits with her. After all, Mistleheart knew Slatefoot had a crush on her, but she doesn't feel the same way. It was crazy to think that this patrol was one of the last patrols Mistleheart will do for a while, before she become a queen and join Shadepatch in the nursery. She won't join Hopbramble though, because she will leave next moon when her five kits become apprentices. But that was the ideal scenario, because that would free up space in the crowded nursery for her to join. It was exciting, but Mistleheart will miss sleeping in the warrior's den, miss sleeping with all her Clanmates. But in two moons time, she would be sleeping with her kits. Her beloved kits. Who will be the start of Mistleheart's family, and carry on her legacy as a warrior... and maybe even her as a deputy or even a leader one day! Mistleheart stopped daydreaming about becoming a queen, and her soon-to-be kits, when she suddenly smelt the scent of a rogue in YewClan's territory, near the border! She gave an annoyed and frustrated hiss. The pregnant she-cat raised her hackles, and flattened her ears, raising her fluffy white fur in a HUGE bottlebrush to chase the rogue off YewClan's territory. There's ANOTHER rogue in YewClan's territory! And on one of my last patrols as a warrior before I join the nursery as a queen! With her fluffy white tail, Mistleheart alerted Hazelpelt. " There's a rogue just ahead!" Meowed Mistleheart in an irritated voice. " These fox-hearted rogues NEVER seem to know to STAY OUT OF OUR TERRITORY! Let's chase them OUT! Come on, let's go Hazelpelt! "
OOC: Mistleheart's prompts are done, including the BIG prompt where she finds out she is pregnant and announces it to the Clan. Whorldusk's prompts are coming tomorrow, and Mistleheart's art, and maybe Mistleheart's origin story, with the POV of her deceased mother, Lily (who was a loner), are coming on Saturday (Sunday for me, I live in a weird time zone, lol XD). But no promises for that, as it is a LOT of writing! |
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Post by cometchaos on Aug 2, 2024 5:57:19 GMT -5
 Shadepatch - Kits! & Wants to talk to Dapplestar about taking on an apprentice - |
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Aug 2, 2024 6:12:39 GMT -5
 Drizzlemimic- “Hunting” training with Hayfeather “Honestly, I don’t know if this weather if better or worse. I mean, on one paw, I’m not melting alive as we speak anymore, but on the other paw, with thunder usually come storms, Y’know.” Storms. Stormmask. Drizzlemimic remembered the healer’s passing earlier this moon. It was tragic to see a cat fall to heat of all things. But with her injured and Shadepatch in the nursery, there was nothing anyone could have done to help her. Drizzlemimic would have liked to, but he has never had an affinity for herbs. That’s why he chose the way of a warrior. Shadepatch’s litter. Thrushfleck was Shadepatch’s mate, meaning that these were his kits. And since Thrushfleck was Drizzlemimic’s cousin, that meant they were his kin, too. It was then when he came to a realization. Thrushfleck, Slatefoot, Drizzlemimic, Cinderdapple, Skipkit, Flykit and Spotkit. All of these cats were family. Probably one of the biggest families in YewClan. At least the biggest one that descended from another clan. Stemriver changed the course YewClan’s history forever when he joined as an apprentice. If he didn’t decide to leave, none of these cats would be in YewClan today. Drizzlemimic and Cinderdapple would have still been in FlowerClan, but none of the others would have even been born. Just goes to show big of an impact one cat can have. Maybe Drizzlemimic will have an impact that big too one day. Currently, Drizzlemimic was walking along with Hayfeather. They were going out on more and more patrols lately, something that surely wasn’t a coincidence. Dapplestar and Heavy were surely influencing the odds. And maybe StarClan themselves. Today they were going to do some hunting training. “Soooo, any specific techniques you want to practice?” He asked his partner. Hunting was a very broad term. Every prey had a different way to be hunted most efficiently. Drizzlemimic remembered a lot from his apprenticeship, and remembered how to fish just a couple of moons ago, but he didn’t mind going out with Hayfeather, quite the opposite. Drizzlemimic couldn’t help but look at Hayfeather’s beautiful silver pelt, with such an intricate tabby design. The darker stripes were like shadows that danced on his fur. The scar on his face looked epic, like a true warrior cat who had fought many battles. Not like Hayfeather hadn’t. The way the young warrior moved was with grace and- Hold on… Drizzlemimic chucked to himself a bit as he noticed Hayfeather’s.. um… backside wriggling like an excited kit. He found it amusing, but knew he should tell him about it. It would be quite embarrassing if anyone else saw. “Uh, Hayfeather?” He said with a slight laugh in his voice. “I, uh, couldn’t help but notice that your… haunches kinda… wriggle as you walk.” Drizzlemimic- Volunteers to help the healers Just a few moons ago, it seemed like there was no risk of dying when you got injured. Frozenlaurel recovered just fine. But now… Stormmask has passed on to StarClan, and Shadepatch was nursing her litter. In other words, no healers were available at the moment. And it wasn’t as if no one was injured in the clan, no, quite the opposite. Slatefoot had heat exhaustion, Pondspeckle dislocated a shoulder, Whisperingkit had a headache, and worst of all, Hopbramble got a claw wound and was suffering from blood loss. How was Shadepatch supposed to deal with all of this, AND her litter? Drizzlemimic knew he couldn’t just stand by and watch. His clan needed him! He may have had no healer training whatsoever, but he had gone on herb gathering patrols before, so wasn’t that clueless….. hopefully. Nervously, he entered the nursery, where Shadepatch was resting with her kits. Drizzlemimic didn’t want to wake them up, so he whispered. “Shadepatch! I just wanted to say that, if you need any herb related help, I can go out there for you! Just let me know what I’m looking for and generally how I can find it and I’ll bring it back to camp.” He didn’t really know how useful his attempts would be, but he would rather have tried than not.  Dawnkit- Plays with a stick/Plays mossballs with Hazelpelt Dawnkit found a stick earlier today. It wasn’t quite as cool as the bramble vine he found moons ago. But it still made for a great toy. A toy he would have to cherish for as long as he could now. It wouldn’t be long until Dawnkit and the rest of his litter mates would be apprentice age, how the clan cats call it. Dawnkit didn’t exactly consider himself a clan cat, per se. He was loyal to his family. He knew there was a possibility that Hopbramble would want to leave the clan eventually, so he didn’t want to get too attached. But with her being injured, and all these rogues running amok, would it be safe outside. Another thought crossed Dawnkit’s mind. Are these the same rogues that killed my father..?These thoughts kept clouding Dawnkit’s mind as he played with Maplekit, taking turns throwing the stick, and running after it. Would he have to stay with the clan? He didn’t think the clan cats liked him very much. They never talked to him, except for that one incident with Drizzlemimic, which wasn’t exactly positive either. Maybe it was because of how he looked? It had to have been, otherwise Dawnkit had no idea what he could have done to upset them. He always stayed in the nursery and minded his own business. Eventually, he stopped playing, much to the disappointment of Maplekit. Looking out into the camp clearing, he saw Hazelpelt walking by. If he was going to stay here, he might as well make up for lost time and make some friends! He ran up to her and asked her: “Hazelpelt! Do you wanna play mossballs with me and Maplekit?” Tagging whispering cometchaos jaybun! |
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 2, 2024 9:39:16 GMT -5
 Cinderdapple
YewClan Border Patrol | w/ Dapplestar & Whorldusk lazzylake Sapphirejas
Buried under deadfall!
A border patrol in this weather seemed like some sort of death sentence in Cinderdapple's opinion. She was a good warrior, and would always do as she was commanded but her intuition had the young warrior feeling uneasy. There was something coming for YewClan - the weather was just a warning. The rogue activity on the north border was extremely concerning - there were signs of them killing prey on YewClan's territory, leaving uneaten pieces out as crowfood. Perhaps it was a warning, or perhaps it just showed their disregard for any other group of cats. Maybe it was both. What really concerned Cinderdapple the most was that recently the rogues had begun to leave scent markers too, sometimes on top of YewClan's sometimes crossing their border, and sometimes at a respectable distance. This must be a group of cats with mixed opinions on their new neighbors.
These threats though were all the more reason to check the north border frequently, to make their presence known even in this awful weather that would probably wash away their fresh scent markers. Cinderdapple's long pelt kept her innermost layer of fur fairly dry but she knew that on the trek home, she would be sopping wet from the downpour to the bone. Better to be out here though with an experienced cat like Dapplestar and a level-headed new warrior like Whorldusk. She knew they could handle whatever came their way.
But that was when she had heard it, a groan in the tree branches overhead quickly followed by an awful splintering sound. Her green eyes looked up to see the commotion rather than get out of the way and for the second or two that she had to look above, all she could see was green.
[OOC:] Cinderdapple
YewClan territory & camp |
Stormmask's death
Spends a lot of time outside on her own
Jokes with Shadepatch
The pouring rain seemed to be a sign to Cinderdapple, as though it was the tears of StarClan or Stormmask herself and of course YewClan's, watching over the clan as they fell over one after another with no one to help them. Initially, Cinderdapple and the clan's most experienced healer were not very friendly but, over the course of the young warrior growing up, they seemed to have a mutual respect, a friendship. Perhaps the rain was Cinderdapple's tears. The warrior had sat next to Stormmask's body for a long time, though not as long as her father Spottedfur of course, she wanted to give the poor elder time with his daughter alone.
She was lucky that Stormmask was still alive then to help her heal from the shock. She was still shaken by the dead foliage that came crashing onto her a few sunrises ago, but Cinderdapple couldn't help but need to clear her head lately and have time to think to herself. Cinderdapple would never go far on these walks alone - it was too dangerous to stray too close to the borders without another clan mate. The young warrior particularly thought of Hopbramble making that mistake last night. There was more to the story than what Hopbramble told, Cinderdapple was sure of it. Rather than look her proud and vengeful self, Hopbramble seemed small for once. Despite her size, she made an impression on everyone that she could do more than handle her own, but not now. The dark queen actually looked...scared. It was unsettling to think that whoever put her in such a state could make her lose that confidence. Who were these rogues? Why did they have to appear now, at YewClan's most vulnerable? Both healers down and a multitude of serious injuries, there was even Mistleheart's kits on the way - who would help them now?
With Shadepatch's kits arriving in the same moon, and giving her such a difficult pregnancy, leaving the tortoiseshell molly incapable of doing anything but take care of herself, Cinderdapple couldn't help but hold a grudge. They were kin now, but it felt like it was her kin's fault that Cinderdapple's friend and YewClan's most experienced healer were dead. Cinderdapple knew though that she couldn't outright say that to her, it wouldn't help the situation anyway. What was done was done. Cinderdapple felt better knowing she was at least trying to get over her anger by talking with the new queen, joking about BurkockClan and making small talk. Still, Cinderdapple was filled with dread.
[OOC:]
 Hopbramble
YewClan Nursery | w/ Dapplestar lazzylake
Viciously fought a rogue and injured!
Dapplestar helped bind her wounds
Wondering how the rogue group is doing
CW: blood and very long response lol
One moon. That was all the time Hopbramble had left to decide on her own fate and the fate of her kits. The pressure from making such a great life decision left the dark queen restless. She needed time alone to think and feel free for a moment from that cramped nursery. Her kits were getting so big they practically covered their mother when they all bedded down for the night, even her adopted kit who was a little younger than the rest, Puddlekit. As she wandered aimlessly, her ears swiveled while owls cooed in the distance. The moon made the forest glow with a blue light when it peeked through the storm clouds that rolled over it but it seemed like a starless sky. The wind rattled the branches above on the mighty trees of YewClan territory. It seemed as though they were worried about something too with their creaking and swaying. It was truly the dead of night.
Hopbramble had not been on a patrol as of recent. She had wanted to stay close to Whisperingkit, the poor gray she-kit was suffering from severe headaches and Hopbramble found it difficult, even now as she so desperately needed a moment to herself, to leave her. When Stormmask became ill on the last moon and there were no healthy healers in YewClan, Hopbramble felt as though maybe she had made the wrong decision to bring her family here. Maybe she could take them to another clan, one with healthy healers, maybe one that doesn't allow their healers to so selfishly have mates and kits. Kits are a distraction. Hopbramble knew that better than anyone, so she felt nothing but dread when Shadepatch announced she was pregnant. Lo and behold - Hopbramble was right again. She couldn't even heal her denmate Stormmask or help herself through a kitting! Shadepatch was pathetic.
The dark molly had heard talk of heightened rogue activity on the north border, but she figured they were being dramatic about the scale of this group or ferocity. Still, it was good that cats like Hazelpelt were standing up against them. Rogue groups, especially experienced or semi-permanent ones, did not mess with clan cats. The wily, idiotic groups were the ones who thought they could take on a well-established group of cats who were trained to fight, or maybe multiple of them should they band together. She was still curious though, maybe she knew some of these cats, and maybe they would offer her a better deal than YewClan would. Perhaps some spying was in order.
She had carefully made her way to the northern border, trying to use her dark pelt to her advantage, as though she was just a trick of the light darting between sources of cover. The queen heard whispers not far from where she hid in a bramble bush, but it was hard to make out what they were saying "You must be itching to..." spoke the first cat, "Of course...I know that...here. Or were. I'm planning to..." the other responded. This was getting frustrating, she could hardly hear them and they were so disguised in shadow she couldn't see them. Perhaps she could get a little closer, but the undergrowth was sparse here, she would have to be quick, and extremely quiet. One bush closer. Another. Behind this tree... But the moon had disappeared again and it was difficult to make out the small details of the ground, and Hopbramble's heart sank as her dark paw stepped too heavily on a stick - Crack! She tried to completely hide herself behind the tree she had made it to hoping that they would not detect her presence.
The rogues immediately ended their conversation, and she heard one set of paw steps heading toward her, filling her with dread. She would have to run or fight now. "Run to camp and get backup."
No! with horror, she had finally recognized the voice. Saffron. Her icy eyes were bright with a mix of fear and hatred, she fluffed out her fur to make her look twice her size. Hopbramble didn't even have seconds to think beyond the tom's name before she heard him sprint towards her hiding place and skid beyond her tree to face her, but she could read the shock on his face as the ginger tom realized it was the mother of his kits. Now was her chance, with claws extended, Hopbramble dived at Saffron headfirst into his throat sending both of them rolling, her claws raking the sides of his pelt and teeth aimed at his jugular as she landed on top.
But before she could successfully kill the tom, her raked his hind claws into her over and over again, cutting into the soft skin of her belly, making her release the grip she had with her teeth, before giving her a final shove off of him. Hopbramble rolled a few tail lengths away and jumped to her paws again, hissing and spitting at Saffron but trying to keep her distance between them. He was ready for a fight now, and Saffron never lost. The long furred ginger tom's eyes blazed with a mirrored hatred, long, cruel claws and yellowed teeth ready to rip into his former mate again, "You ungrateful sack of crowfood!" He began slowly making his way towards her, trying to pin the queen against her hiding spot, "So eager to leave with my kits you kill my best friend to get away. I'll kill you! You're no mother. You're a traitor. You made a promise Hop, and you know what I do to cats who can't keep their promises better than anyone." It was true. She was the one who killed them for Saffron. But while Hopbramble knew she wasn't a pleasant cat, Saffron was worse. He was practically nose to nose with Hopbramble now, one large paw placed on her shoulder, claws hooking into her skin and fur, ready to toss her aside at a moment's notice, but his dark blue eyes seemed to flash with knowing now, "I also know you're a self-serving fox-heart-"
"That makes both of us." She quickly hissed back before he could finish his statement.
He growled with frustration, hooking his claws in deeper, beads of blood welling at the source of pain, and seemed delighted that Hopbramble winced at the added pressure. "Give the kits to me and you'll never hear from me again, Hop."
Her icy blue eyes maintained the same fiery hatred toward her old mate and her lips pulled back to display her bloody teeth that were in his neck moments ago as she hissed, "It's Hopbramble now." She quickly ducked and dove for his belly, tearing at it with claws and teeth while they tumbled again. The taste of his blood and the feeling of his skin tearing under claws gave her a high that she hadn't felt in moons. Her dark paws had smatterings of blood all over them, as did her muzzle. She would kill this tom if it was the last thing she ever did. The satisfaction didn't last long though as she felt his weight shift and suddenly they were on their paws, battling on their hind legs. Hopbramble was fast, Saffron would have many new wounds to think about all over his body, but she was out of practice too. Saffron was faster. He grabbed her by the throat and shook Hopbramble's small frame with such force it felt like the world was spinning. It was his signature killing move - playing with his prey before it went limp in his jaws. Hopbramble could feel that he had done significant damage, she was lightheaded now, the blood oozing from her neck where his teeth connected with it. Hopbramble would not die here though, she would not leave her kits vulnerable to face this rogue. She lifted her paw closest to him and stuck his eye, raking her claws down his face with a rush of adrenaline at the prospect of potentially dying. She had to get away. She had to get back to YewClan and make sure this cruel tom did not plan an ambush in the night to steal her kits.. Hopbramble would not win if she continued to fight with him. In his pain, Saffron yowled and let her go, and Hopbramble sprinted deep into YewClan territory, the heavy, dark clouds finally breaking open, releasing rain down on her. The wind picked up, almost stealing her breath away as much as the wound on her neck, the rush carrying her farther than she thought she would be able to go until she crashed through the camp entrance, collapsing in front of the high rock and shaking with fear. Her kits and YewClan could be in grave danger.
[OOC: so sorry for the novel, but, i was very excited to write this out lol hope it was an interesting read! ] |
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Post by Sand on Aug 2, 2024 11:55:28 GMT -5
Spottedfur : hears the news of Stormmask's death & collapses like his own life has ended
"Stormmask is gone, Spottedfur. I'm so sorry."
The words kept replaying over and over in his head once he was informed of his daughter's death. Why? Why did she have to die before him? She had a long, healthy life ahead of her until she became sick with heat stroke and a mangled tail. Even though he had recovered from heat exhaustion, his body felt heavy with grief and an unnerving amount of heartbreak. His only kin, all that he had left, was gone in an instant. Spottedfur struggled to keep himself standing and suddenly collapsed with grief. The elderly tom began sobbing, knowing his heart was shattering all over again.
He couldn't do this anymore, he couldn't live without Stormmask. His life had no meaning without his kit. He had so much admiration and pride for the dark tabby, knowing that she accomplished more than he ever had in his lifetime. Yet he was angry with StarClan despite knowing how faithful Stormmask had been. They took her when she was needed to assist her clanmates. They should have taken him, a frail, retiree instead. He no longer served his clan and had little to no abilities to heal his clanmates. He should have joined StarClan first, not Stormmask. No parent deserved to go through this.
While curled up in his nest after the burial and vigil, Spottedfur barely stirred. He felt the presence of another cat who he had hoped to be his daughter, but it was Heavy. Who was supporting him as best as she could which he appreciated even if he couldn't tell her right now. She had gone through the same thing with Stemriver and Brightleaf a few moons ago. Even Scarletdrift had experienced it with Beesong and Frostfleck. He leaned closer towards Heavy, weeping as he kept his silver eyes shut and head on his paws. I miss you more than anything, Stormmask, he thought, full of sorrow. You deserve to be alive, to be serving our Clan. I should be in your place, but the world isn't fair, my little one. It never has been. I miss you and I wish you were here.
[ tags: n/a | mentions: Heavy ]
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 2, 2024 19:10:34 GMT -5
 BUBBLINGHEART
Storm-mask's Death - has to chase Petalkit out of the elder's den - remembering something no other cat does
"That's why I've decided... I'd much rather learn to heal, and to help all cats in the territories. Starting the next half moon, I want to start training as a medicine cat."
Storm-mask's, paw at the time, voice rang out in Bubbblingheart's head as he crouched near the gray molly's still body. She'd been so brave coming to him then, so eager to help in the way that fit her best. He'd been proud she'd felt comfortable enough with him to ask for that change, to feel she had the freedom to change at all. It'd been something he'd desperately wished he himself could've had at her age.
He couldn't claim the privilege of being Storm-mask's father, that was Spottedfur's alone; but Bubblingheart loved her like one all the same. Had she accomplished all she set out to do? He didn't know, no one could. Grief pulled at his limbs, and he leaned into Spottedfur's frame, though for whose comfort was nebulous. His head dipped, pressing his nose to Storm-mask's cold pelt, shutting his eyes against the rattle and heave of grief from the elder next to him.
Bubblingheart would have to keep the kits away from the elder's den, at least for now. Petalkit, Hopbramble's little troublemaker, was especially keen on pranks. Spottedfur deserved to rest unbothered this moon. mentions Petalkit, Spottedfur |
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Post by tigersdoroar on Aug 2, 2024 21:26:52 GMT -5
Amberkit ⋆˙⟡
________________________________________________________________________________________________ * Wakes up early to say hello to the dawn patrol
* Practices stalking Slatefoot and Spottedfur while they recover from heat exhaustion
* Spends time with bubbling heart
* Is in awe of Mistleheart
* Recieves a gift from puddlekit
Amberkit yawned and opened his eyes. Morning! He thought and immediately hopped out of the nest he shared with his siblings and mother. He didn't bother trying to be cautious towards disturbing his kin in their slumbers. He was too excited! Amberkit shot out of the nursery quicker than any cat could protest, and his gold eyes wildly darted around camp with one goal in mind: Say hello to the dawn patrol and prove he was going to be the best apprentice who could get up for everything the clan needed!
Spotting his quarry, Amberkit shot forward with excitement and yelled, "Hello Dawn Patrol! I hope you have a good day today and do a good job guarding all of our borders! I'm proud of you!" The young tom truly was a menace, unaware of the camp's somber feelings this moon.
Next on Amberkit's to do list was to visit all of the sick and elderly and keep them company. That is what good apprentices did, and Amberkit was going to be a good apprentice. To start, Amberkit visited Slatefoot, chattering his way into the medicine cat den. Quickly boring of the she-cat's drowsy demeaner, Amberkit announced that he would now be practicing stalking. He approached the she-cat's tail a few times, and then scurried out of the den before he could receive any sort of comments, good or bad. It was time to visit the elders!
Amberkit bowled into the elder's den, squealing with glee as he happened upon Spottedfur and Bubblingheart. A two for one! Amberkit returned to his self-taught stalking lesson, this time focusing on Spottedfur's tail and compleately ignoring anything about Spottedfur's being. Was Spottedfur awake? Was he just sitting with his eyes closed in grief? The kit didn't know. All Amberkit knew was that he had a tail, and keying in on that tail, Amberkit crept closer and closer until wham! He caught Spottedfur's tail in his grasp. Amberkit smiled up at the old tom, surely he was proud of Amberkit's stalking skills? Amberkit didn't have the patience to wait for Spottedfur to say anything though, as that was another cat off of the list! Time to move on!
"Bubblingheart! Hello! Good morning!" The young tom sprang over to the other elder and began to pester him as well, but at this point he had calmed down a bit and was ready to listen to anything the tom had to say.
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As the morning dragged on, Amberkit noticed Mistleheart eyeing him and Bubblingheart. The she-cat seemed to be happy and smiling, and Amberkit blushed. She was so pretty and she was looking at him! Amberkit knew it. Everyone in camp loved him.
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Later that afternoon, Amberkit's thoughts were confirmed when Puddlekit pranced into the nursery, snake skin hanging from his jaws like a well-won trophy. He gasped in awe as Puddlekit laid it out. How cool! When Puddlekit proclaimed it was a gift, Amberkit wrinkled his nose in happiness and held his head up with a cheesy grin. "Awe for me? Really?" When Puddlekit continued to praise him, Amberkits chin rose even higher. Everyone did love him, and why shouldn't they? He was the best cat in camp.
"I really appreciate you and the gift Puddlekit. Here I'll even hang it up so we can always see how cool we are. We'll be best buds now! Just two cool kits, two cool apprentices, and then two cool warriors! Stick with me and we can be great!" Amberkit gave another cheesy grin and then proceeded to hang the snake skin up for all to see.
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OOC: Whew. That was a bit of a doozy but first Amberkit post! I tried to weave in everyone else's posts as well, so I'm responding to a bit more than just the moon.
Feathertalon (Slatefoot) jaybun! (Bubblingheart) Sand (Spottedfur) Sapphirejas (Mistleheart)
Brownie (Puddlekit) Lucky for you Amberkit is also going to be a menace to society haha.
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 2, 2024 23:13:19 GMT -5
 HAZELPELT
Another rogue. - x - x
It was a bit of a surprise when Hazelpelt learned Mistleheart would be accompanying her on a border patrol. She respected the other warrior's experience of course, but with how pronounced the white molly's waddle had become; seeing her still rearing to leave camp was its own dissonance. Then again, Hazelpelt had never been pregnant. What did she know?
Despite that, she found herself keeping an eye out for Mistleheart. Hunting or training was one thing, but border patrols posed a much greater risk. Especially with the lurking threat of Hopbramble's rather persistent acquaintances. Hazelpelt sighed through her nose, and just as she began to inhale- Mistleheart let out a throaty hiss!
"There's a rogue just ahead!"
Hazelpelt's ears flattened, mouth opening to better scent the air. Sure enough, the wild musky scent of an unfamiliar cat lingered in the area. She couldn't place it personally, but Mistleheart seemed riled enough Hazelpelt couldn't see any attempts at diplomacy going well.
"Let me lead, Mistleheart, just in case," Hazelpelt murmured, tapping her tail tip to the other's tensed flank. She wouldn't be able to bear it if the pregnant molly was hurt on her watch. She cleared her throat, and raised her voice to the still air, "whoever you are, this is Yewclan territory!"
The leaves swayed as the strange cat startled, vanishing back over their border line with a hurried hiss. The tip of a brown tail was all Hazelpelt managed to make out before the rogue thoroughly disappeared.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Aug 3, 2024 1:36:50 GMT -5
 lemonshortbread Whorldusk (Compliments Hopbramble's fighting techniques +, thinks Bubblingheart is kind, catches Slatefoot watching Mistleheart ---) Whorldusk was saddened to hear the news that Stormmask was dead. He didn't really know her, but he knew that she was a good friend of his father, Bubblingheart. The fact that there were no healers to treat any injuries and sickness was very worrying to him, and reinforced into who he was as a cat. A cat who think negatively about life. However, when the cat he doesn't really like, Mistleheart announced to the whole Clan that she was expecting kits, he cheered for her... at least quietly. He knew new kits were an important part of Clan life, even though he isn't into them, and doesn't want to have any. In fact, he wasn't even into the idea of romance and having a mate. He thought it was a waste of time, when he should focus on being a great warrior! Maybe one day... he thought while resting in the warrior's den. It was still weird sleeping in the warrior's den and not the apprentice's den, even though his sister have joined him. Yes, his sister Foxpaw was now a warrior, earning her name Foxclove in her warrior's ceremony. He cheered the loudest for his sister, relieved that she was finally made a warrior, even if she didn't become one when Whorldusk earnt his warrior name. But most importantly, Whorldusk was happy for his sister, and is happy that there is at least something to be positive about. Whorldusk got up from his nest and padded outside for a bit of fresh air. The leaves around camp were starting to turn into their leaf-fall colours and it was finally starting to get colder. Finally the intense heat from Greenleaf was leaving the land. Whorldusk spotted Hopbramble nearby, resting on her belly. She was heavily injured from a battle against rogues while on a border patrol! Still, Whorldusk padded up to her, his tail quite high with excitement from the battle she had against them. " Hello Hopbramble " Mewed Whorldusk. " "You were very brave fighting rogues... Your fighting moves must of been great! I want to learn fighting moves like yours!After sharing tongues with Hopbramble for a little while, Whorldusk decided to visit the elder's den to see his father Bubblingheart. As he padded in, the elderly ginger tom was the first cat he saw. He decided to spend some with his father, especially when he was getting very old. He knew he won't be around forever. And he wanted him to comfort him in his worries of the healer situation. " Hello dad, how are you? I know I probably shouldn've ask... because your friend Stormmask has joined StarClan...." Meowed Whorldusk " My day haven't been that good! Since Stormmask died, I been VERY worry how the Clan can cope with out her, and with the other healer, Shadepatch in the nursery. " A tear fell out of Whorldusk's eye, feeling for his father's grief. Even with his negative outlook of life, Whorldusk thought the former leader, Bubblingheart was nice to him during this tough time. Whorldusk padded out of the elder's den to go on his hunting patrol with the leader, Dapplestar and a warrior, Cinderdapple. As he was about to head out, Whorldusk witnessed a scene of a dark gray warrior eyeing up Mistleheart, as she was eating something out of the fresh-kill pile, her pregnant belly quite obvious. Slatefoot's light yellow eyes were lit up with fury, and with her fur raised up on end! What in the name of StarClan is going on between Mistleheart and Slatefoot?!
lazzylake lemonshortbread Whorldusk (CRASH while on a hunting patrol with Dapplestar and Cinderdapple) Whorldusk thought it was a privilege to go on a hunting patrol with the leader, Dapplestar. It is not everyday that a cat goes on a patrol with the leader of YewClan, and Whorldusk thought that it will not happen often. Padding next to an older warrior, Cinderdapple, Whorldusk weaved past trees and bushes in the forest. Yet, it was thundering... Whorldusk saw that it was a sign from StarClan that they were grieving for the death of YewClan's faithful healer, Stormmask. Whorldusk didn't really know her, but he knew how much a of a hard time it was for his Clanmates. Determined to prove himself, Whorldusk ran ahead of Cinderdapple, keen to catch up with the leader.... Then... CRASH!!! There was a horrible shriek from behind the ginger warrior, and Whorldusk jolted from the shock of the noise and the shrieking. He quickly turned around to find Cinderdapple trapped beneath some branches, looking very desperate! Whorldusk's heart dropped! " CINDERDAPPLE!!!" Whorldusk yowled. " NOOO!!!!" He knew how dangerous deadfalls were from the PlumClan leader's Fawnstar's story at the Gathering where a PlumClan apprentice, Nightpaw was tragically killed by falling branches, when he visited as an apprentice for the first time. Whorldusk rushed to Cinderdapple's side " I'll get you out!" he shouted as he started pulling branches off of her. Dapplestar was also pulling branches off of Cinderdapple, using the strength the nine lives gave her. Thankfully, all of the branches were quickly cleared from Cinderdapple, and she was alive and quite unharmed! Whorldusk breathed a sigh of relief. THANK STARCLAN! That could've gone SO BADLY! thought Whorldusk, his heart rate quickly slowing down. Whorldusk padded to Cinderdapple and touch his nose on her head. " Are you okay Cinderdapple?" he mewed, showing empathy for her horrible experience. |
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Post by lazzylake on Aug 3, 2024 17:45:58 GMT -5
Dapplestar
★ Stormmask's vigil ★
Not even a season into her leadership, and Dapplestar was confronting one of the hardest deaths the clan had faced. She hadn't felt this grief stricken since Stemriver succumbed to his poisoned snake bite. The leader sat in front of her den, grief weighing her down. Stormmask was gone. Plain and simple. It was a cruel truth, but one the clan would eventually accept.
It didn't prevent Dapplestar from begging to her ancestors. YewClan needed Stormmask’s expertise more than ever. Heat exhaustion, nursing mothers, even scrapes or scars cats got on patrol. With Shadepatch taking care of her kittens, how will injuries be treated? How many more clanmates will perish? Dapplestar shook her head. No, it was StarClan’s mercy. For all the things Stormmask did for us. Stormmask knew this too it seemed; her lifeless form looked peaceful, as if she was living in a permanent dream. The least Dapplestar could do was give her a well-deserved sendoff.
Misty-eyed, she crawled onto the Great Rock. It was time to recite her speech for the tabby healer’s funeral. “Stormmask was the most resilient cat I knew,” Dapplestar began, voice shaking. “She started out this way as a kit when Mosspond died after her birth. I remember when I was an apprentice, weaving together the finest stories to comfort Stormkit in the nursery. After that, we became very close friends. We pursued the same dream of being warriors, but Stormmask discovered her passion for healing. Over time, she became the sole medicine cat whereas I became deputy.”
Voice steadying, Dapplestar gathered herself to descend the stone and approached Stormmask’s stiff gray pelt. ”Her patients were always treated with endless patience and compassion. When I got frostbite or ate a poisoned rabbit, Stormmask remained by my side. She tended to elderly outsiders like Hunterswipe and Red, even when it seemed the world turned its back on them. And, as you all know, watched over YewClan’s young until her last breath.”
Standing in front of the medicine cat now, Dapplestar bent down, closing her eyes and pressing her muzzle deep into her fur. An herb poultice was smeared to mitigate the natural scent of death, but Stormmask would always smell achingly familiar to the clan leader. Her posture tightened, burdened with all the emotions of mourning.
“Stormmask, YewClan sends you off with a sorrowful farewell. May you find happiness with your clanmates in Silverpelt.” Once every cat went over to pay their respects, the elders would find a spot to bury her. The leader let her sympathetic gaze fall on Spottedfur, Scarletdrift, and Bubblingheart. Dapplestar sent them off with a quiet nod, watching the elders travel from the ridge’s elevation.
A voice distracted the tortoiseshell, which was a welcome break from the gloomy atmosphere. Recognizing Frozenlaurel’s meow, Dapplestar’s eyes widened with surprise. Why is he asking me for help? Shouldn't- oh, right. I’m leader now. Reminiscing about Stormmask made her feel moons younger. Shuffling her paws, she greeted the light tabby tom. A series of thoughts began turning in her mind. What did the clan need most? ”Well, without any medicine cats available to work, we need to focus on herb gathering. I could ask Heavy to send a patrol, and you could lead it.”
Dapplestar hardly noticed a relieved smile was crawling onto her face. She rested her scarred tail upon her clanmate’s flank. That grieving weight was temporarily relived. “Thanks for offering, Frozenlaurel. It's bold of you to step up when the clan is so busy, but we should start getting back on track. YewClan will get through this!”
tags:Brownie (Frozenlaurel) ooc: (I think this is my longest response yet  hope you enjoy! Aiming to get one more prompt out tonight) |
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Post by Brownie on Aug 3, 2024 19:12:14 GMT -5
frozenlaurel talks with Dapplestar ★ The grey tabby nodded, feeling a warmth spread through him as Dapplestar offered him direction. Purpose. It lifted the fog a little, enough that Frozenlaurel could manage a small smile. "There's no need to bother Heavy about it, I'm sure I can find a few cats that would be willing to help." Thrushfleck was at the top of Frozenlaurel's list: the ginger tomcat had spent many moons helping Shadepatch gather herbs since the two became mates and he'd be a welcome addition if he was feeling up to it.
Frozenlaurel took half a step, then hesitated, unsure if he was overstepping, but decided that right now, he should treat Dapplestar as a friend, not a leader. He stepped forward, touching Dapplestar's ear with his nose, brushing his shoulder against the dark molly's. "Your speech," he said, "I'm certain Stormmask heard every word from StarClan and looks upon those memories just as fondly."
He let his tail brush over her shoulder as he passed, a last comforting gesture. "I'm sorry for your loss," he finished, giving the words the weight they deserved.
Then he turned and started looking for a few cats that would be open to patrolling so soon after the vigil, cats like Frozenlaurel, who needed action to process their emotions. ★ lazzylake <3 Beautiful speech also I keep typing Dappleswipe still :[ ★
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Post by grimmreminder on Aug 4, 2024 15:55:56 GMT -5
|| Thrushfleck - A trap set - /w: Coppersplash [ asrise ] ||
With the consistent threat of rogues looming in their territory, it was only natural that Thrushfleck felt he had to do something about it. It was only a mere sun ago that Hopbramble collapsed in the entrance of camp bloody and bruised. Her pelt raked up to such an amount it was nauseating to think about- almost as if a badger had gotten her more than something a mere cat would do. Though perhaps he was being too generous of another cat's potential evil. The sight of Hopbramble brought back far too many uncomfortable memories of his sister's lifeless form. " Would anyone like to assist me at the border today? I have an idea on how we can keep track of those rogues.. With sticks and stones, it will be a lot easier to tell if they've been crossing over or not, " he called out to the camp ignoring the waiver in his voice as he did so. The first to step up, to his relief that anyone did at all, was Coppersplash. These past few moons he had several patrols with her, and at the very least, he knew they worked well enough together. " Thank you. " he murmured out to her as he turned tail towards the camp entrance. " Lets make sure we keep our clan safe. "
It didn't take long with Coppersplash's helping paws to set it up. Sticks laid carefully along the lines of the border. Little piles of stones here and there... and best of all they would be able to smell if it was something else that broke the traps they laid inconspicuously about the place. He stood back in triumph as he stared at their hard work. " See? With you I got this done in double the time! Its not even sundown yet! " he purred out as he moved an extra stick closer to his paws. " And to demonstrate, if you apply any sort of weight on it.. " he pushed his paw down on the stick watching it crack underneath his weight. " It'll break in half. So its easy to tell if someone's been there. "
|| Petalkit - Wants to see Spottedfur, leaves with tears in her eyes - /w: Spottedfur, Bubblingheart [ jaybun! ! sand ] ||
Petalkit had found herself drawn to the elder Spottedfur from her interactions last moon. There were a few adults she trusted, one being her mother- and yet Spottedfur was one of them. He didn't move as fast as the other cats. He spoke slowly and softly enough that her little soul felt unafraid of the elder tom. He had experience with kits, though her younger brain didn't quite understand that even as she was growing, and to her she found someone she at the very least could look up to within the clan outside of her inner familial circle. The little kitten had stuck by Monarchkit for much of the day, letting herself exist in her sibling's shadows until it was time for bed. Bed, and as far as she was concerned, she wanted a story from a particular elder. She skittered her way towards the elders den- poking her head inside with no real understanding of the events that transpired. Death had never been told as a bad thing to her, nor had her brain truly conceptualized what it meant when someone was simply... gone. For good. She noticed the tension in the air, but the body she had not seen. No other cat seemed willing to explain to one so young what all had happened. " Spottedfur? Could you tell a story before bedtime? " she called out immediately upon entering the place. Though the sadness that hung in the air, the choked sobs that reached her ears was almost suffocating. She took a couple steps forward, eyes wide and ears flattened back. " Are you okay Spottedfur? Was some cat being a meanie? I can- " she stopped there. The look that was casted in her direction from Bubblingheart was enough for her to press herself against the ground and look small. Were they.. angry with her? What had she done wrong? " I um- I'm sorry I- " tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she stumbled over her words.
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Post by lazzylake on Aug 4, 2024 19:39:24 GMT -5
Dapplestar
★ Calls a clan meeting, but gets interrupted ★
It was a quiet afternoon. Though a storm was brewing. Dapplestar could sense it on the wind, and by watching the clouds gather in a menacing formation. Even if the rain was essential for cooler weather, the anticipation of it made her pelt stand on end. The leader grumbled irritably as she attempted to settle a hard to reach patch of spiked fur. Her tongue rasped over the spot until it finally lay flat. Satisfaction rose in Dapplestar’s chest, quickly replaced by surprise as a fluffy tail brushed her side.
It was Mistleheart. She almost spoke too quickly for Dapplestar to comprehend, but based on her bright smile and the plumpness of her belly, it wasn't hard to guess.
”Dapplestar, I’m expecting kits! Can you call a clan meeting so I can announce my pregnancy to the Clan, please?”
”Great StarClan, more?!” The leader had to refrain a mrrow of laughter. It had been a long time since the nursery had been this plentiful. We barely have enough warriors to cover for them all! Hopefully things would be less crowded when Hopbramble’s five kittens reached six moons. Dapplestar touched her nose to Mistleheart’s ear as a congratulatory gesture. “How can I say no to more kittens joining us? Come with me.”
Together the pair padded across the clearing and scaled up the fallen tree to reach the Great Rock. Dapplestar nervously glanced at the sky as a breeze caused her to shiver. She cleared her throat before repeating the familiar phrase.
“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Great Rock for a clan meeting!” Answering her call, a vigorous clap of thunder rattled the camp. Dapplestar shrunk back, ears flattened. Humiliated, the leader shook out her pelt and continued. ”Mistleheart has an announcement to make. I think her news will brighten our spirits before the storm arrives.” Retreating from her stage, Dapplestar gave the pregnant warrior a friendly flick of her tail. “Better make it quick, Mistleheart,” she whispered.
The white and gray warrior did impressively well being put in Dapplestar’s perspective. The new leader found clan meetings to be quite difficult in spite of hosting so many this moon. Mistleheart had no kin residing in YewClan, but she had an excellent reputation. That alone proved how excited the clan was to hear her news. All the leader heard were joyous cheers as Mistleheart finished. At this time, the skies opened and a rain shower washed camp. That didn't dampen Dapplestar’s demeanor, however.
Pelt dappled with raindrops, the leader approached Mistleheart and purred. “You’re going to be a fantastic mother. I’m sure Shadepatch will help if you run into complications.” After another clap of thunder, she raised her voice for all to hear. “The meeting is over! Stay dry, everyone!”
tags:Sapphirejas (Mistleheart) ooc: (Going to post Hopbramble and Frozenlaurel prompts together later. I am so happy with what I've written for Dapplestar this moon!) |
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Post by whispering on Aug 5, 2024 11:42:44 GMT -5
Hayfeather // with Drizzlemimic chocolatemilk7Waterlogged from the pattering rain, Hayfeather moved briskly across the muddy forest. For the past few moons, life had been eventful in YewClan. They had been blessed with new life, the nursery full for the first time in moons. But nothing truly good could last before darkness held its reign. Storm-mask was dead. Their beloved medicine cat for seasons. Hayfeather’s heart hurt with the loss of the gray molly, she had fought hard to heal herself and take care of her Clan in her sickness. But there was only so much she could do before she surrendered to StarClan. His throat grew thick with emotion as he remembered the heartfelt ceremony the Clan had given for the deceased medicine cat. He’d overheard Bubblingheart comforting Storm-mask’s father, and Hayfeather’s heart twisted for the elder. All the loss and sickness was beginning to take a toll on poor Hayfeather, he had distanced himself from many. Only keeping conversations curt and brief, yet still trying to be as friendly as ever. He’d even distanced himself from Drizzlemimic. He felt that the tom hadn’t been giving Hayfeather as much attention lately. If they both had feelings for one another, why weren’t they together yet? The sokoke tabby grunted his agreement, pausing in a clearing untouched by rain. “I suppose we can just watch each other and comment where we think there could be improvements…” His voice faltered as he sniffed the air for prey, though hard in this rainy weather. But eventually, he picked up the scent of a mouse- perhaps keeping warm in its home. But as Hayfeather dropped into a crouch, and crept toward the muffled scent, steadying and giving his signature waggle, Drizzlemimic’s amused purr interrupted him. Instantly, Hayfeather’s ears flattened self-consciously, and he scrambled up to his paws to give his chest fur a few quick licks. “Oh, err, sorry,” He chuckled awkwardly, hot with embarrassment, “It’s a habit I guess.” |
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Post by Brownie on Aug 5, 2024 14:05:59 GMT -5
x - Moon 67 - x
mid fall; clear
Clan Events:
Bubblingheart knew he was leaving YewClan in capable paws.
He wandered to his favorite spot in the territory. Later, a patrol found him dead with a peaceful
smile on his face.
Prey pile: full
Is staring off into space Major Events Event: Dapplestar catches whitecough
She shares a speech about Bubblingheart through a lump in her throat. Things are never going to be the same now, not without Bubblingheart. Patrol: SICK! Relationships - Can't stand Heavy's attempts at helping right now (---)
- Is looking forward to Whisperingpaw's apprenticeship (++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Spends time watching fish migrate up the Rushing Creek Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Gives Mistleheart an important task (+)
- Regrets giving Foxclove an apprentice with how inexperienced she still is (--) with Coppersplash
Event : Dusk
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Heavy tries to overcompensate for the lack of warriors able to patrol this moon, and ends up wearing herself too thin, catching nothing and ruining Coppersplash's attempts too. Hasn't talked to any cat in days Major Events Event: Given oak leaves to help her recover.
Patrol: NURSING Relationships - Loves talking to Coppersplash about their similar experiences in BurdockClan (++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is trying to remember stories of her kittypet days for the apprentices Major Events Event: Is now Whisperingkit's mentor Patrol: Training Relationships - Gives Monarchpaw advice (+)
- Argues with Petalpaw about something trivial (-) with Whisperingpaw
Event : Fighting
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Unfortunately, they are called back before they can really get into training. Sets out to catch over five pieces of fresh-kill today Major Events Event: Is now Dawnkit's mentor Patrol: Border Relationships - Didn't tell Hazelpelt about the feather stuck to her face, so she spent the whole day looking silly (-)
- Snuggles with Spotkit (++) with Dawnpaw
Event : Pre-assessment
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : Frozenlaurel wants to test what Dawnpaw already knows and gage the new apprentice's strengths. But Dawnpaw claims he isn't feeling well enough for that, terrified of the pressure his mentor sprung on him, and hides in the healer's den. Is wondering how the rogue group is doing Major Events Event: Receives oak leaves to help with her claw-wound Patrol: INJURED! Relationships - Admires Spotkit's bravery (++)
- Wishes her pelt was as pretty as Coppersplash's (-) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Brought a much-needed herb to the healers Major Events Event: She's unsure of how many kits she'll have, but when she's waddling more than walking, she is finally convinced to move into the nursery. Patrol: EXPECTING! Relationships - Thinks Monarchpaw is polite (+)
- Laughs at Foxclove's bad jokes (++)
- Waves to Cinderdapple as she leaves camp (++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is playing in the upper forest, chasing sunrays Major Events Event: Is bit by a snake! Luckily it wasn't venomous, but the bite itself needs patching up. Patrol: INJURED! Relationships - Thinks Spottedfur is great (+)
- Has a friendly chat with Puddlekit (+) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is talking with Mistleheart about her upcoming kits Major Events Event: Recovers from heat exhaustion. She's given thyme for her grief.
Is grief stricken after Bubblingheart's death. She can't handle sitting the entire vigil, it's far too agonizing. Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Saw Monarchkit playing
- Talks to Puddlekit (+) .
Event : .
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Outcome : . Is watching the apprentices mock spar Major Events Event: Given marigold to help his dislocated joint. Patrol: INJURED! Relationships - Wants to spend time with Cinderdapple (++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is wondering what Bubblingheart's family was like Major Events Event: Is grief stricken over Bubblingheart's death. He gives a speech, even if his voices cracks. Later, Hayfeather wakes several times in the night, dreading facing the coming morning.
Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Appreciates Flykit's help (+) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Major Events Event: Was seen playing with a PlumClan cat over the border!
Is given Amberkit as an apprentice. Patrol: Training Relationships - Bristles after being scolded by Frozenlaurel (---) with Amberpaw
Event : Quiet
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Drizzlemimic starts his lesson, but Amberpaw isn't engaging with him at all. He tries to ask what's wrong, but Amberpaw immediately shuts down, asking Drizzlemimic to just continue the lesson, please. Is giving Coppersplash advice Major Events Event: Is given Monarchpaw as an apprentice! Patrol: Training Relationships - Tells Spottedfur he's an amazing storyteller (++) with Monarchpaw
Event : Trees
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They venture into the northern conifers and Cinderdapple teaches Monarchpaw the differences between YewClan's split territory. Doesn't want to talk to anyone today Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Enjoys Amberpaw's company (+++)
- Thinks Thrushfleck isn't being honest about their friendship (--) with Heavy
Event : Dusk
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Heavy tries to overcompensate for the lack of warriors able to patrol this moon, and ends up wearing herself too thin, catching nothing and ruining Coppersplash's attempts too. Misses the warmth Bubblingstar brought to her life Major Events Event: Is given Petalpaw as an apprentice! Patrol: Training Relationships - Shared Frozenlaurel's embarrassing mistake on patrol last moon (-) with Petalpaw
Event : Badger scent
Choice : Do Not Procced
Outcome : It's too dangerous to confront a badger on their first day out of camp. The two turn back early; maybe they can get a bigger patrol to investigate, one with more experienced warriors. Wants to ask Slatefoot about Bubblingheart Major Events Event: Is stricken by grief over Bubblingheart's death. He kicks Bubblingheart's fur clean, like his father did for him, and blinks back tears. He can't help his bitterness and coldly turn away others who offer comfort, too hurt by his loss. Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Chats with Monarchpaw (++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Major Events Event: Is named an apprentice! He's nervous being the first one called, and it takes Hopbramble prodding his rear to get him to step up and touch noses with Drizzlemimic.
Apprentice trait: childish Patrol: Training Relationships - Apologizes after bumping into Shadepatch and they share a laugh about it (+) with Drizzlemimic
Event : Quiet
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Drizzlemimic starts his lesson, but Amberpaw isn't engaging with him at all. He tries to ask what's wrong, but Amberpaw immediately shuts down, asking Drizzlemimic to just continue the lesson, please. Major Events Event: Her eyesight has been getting worse and worse over the moons, until the world faded to blurs and smudges.
She eagerly reaches up to Foxclove, startling the young warrior with her enthusiasm.
Apprentice trait: Righteous Patrol: Training Relationships - Sticks her tongue out at Flykit when no one was looking with Foxclove
Event : Badger scent
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : It's too dangerous to confront a badger on their first day out of camp. The two turn back early; maybe they can get a bigger patrol to investigate, one with more experienced warriors. Major Events Event: Dawnpaw shyly touches noses with Frozenlaurel, looking over his shoulder afterward to make sure Hopbramble is watching.
Apprentice trait: insecure Patrol: Training Relationships - Is jealous Drizzlemimic got to go to the last Gathering (--) with Frozenlaurel
Event : Pre-assessment
Choice : Do Not Proceed
Outcome : Frozenlaurel wants to test what Dawnpaw already knows and gage the new apprentice's strengths. But Dawnpaw claims he isn't feeling well enough for that, terrified of the pressure his mentor sprung on him, and hides in the healer's den. Is scolding the kits for being immature Major Events Event: Whisperingpaw's headache is blessedly gone.
She keeps her cool beside Hazelpelt, but her twitching tail betrays her excitement at becoming an apprentice.
Apprentice trait: flamboyant Patrol: Training Relationships - Approves of Thrushfleck's opinion (+) with Hazelpelt
Event : Fighting
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Unfortunately, they are called back before they can really get into training. Was chastised yesterday for sticking her head into an unknown burrow Major Events Event: Monarchpaw's claw itch to tear at something as she sits beside Cinderdapple after the meeting ends, and she hopes they'll be doing battle training first!
Apprentice trait: Daring. Patrol: Training Relationships - Wishes she could get her pelt to shine like Thrushfleck's (-) with Cinderdapple
Event : Trees
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They venture into the northern conifers and Cinderdapple teaches Monarchpaw the differences between YewClan's split territory. Is watching over YewClan fondly Patrol: DEAD Relationships - with .
Event : .
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Is recalling cats no other Clanmate remembers anymore Major Events Event: Given thyme to help his grief. - Watches Dapplestar from a gap in the elder's den
- Is glad to have a capable cat like Cinderdapple in the Clan (+++) .
Event : .
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Outcome : . Is sharing wisdom that is... less than helpful - Shares a meal with Coppersplash (++)
- Lets Spotkit chase his tail (++) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Demands to be on the next border patrol - Appreciates Skipkit's compliment! (+) .
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Outcome : . Flashkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is asked to speak louder - Caught Skipkit complaining about him behind his back (---) .
Event : .
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Outcome : . Skipkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is purring loudly Major Events Event: Skill: active imagination (KITSITTER) - Appreciates Puddlekit's compliment! (+) .
Event : .
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Outcome : . Flykit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Wants Spotkit to pretend to be his apprentice Major Events Event: Skill: Careful listener (INSIGHT) - Fights with Hazelpelt over a feather (--) .
Event : .
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Outcome : . Spotkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is hiding from the other kits Major Events Event: Skill: quick to help (TEACH) - Drew the ire of Pondspeckle by ruining his nest trying to hide under it (--) .
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