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Post by tigersdoroar on Aug 8, 2024 22:43:23 GMT -5
Amberpaw ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ * Promises to take Flashkit out of camp if he behaves
* Is daydreaming about having a mate and kits one day
* Hunting the empty twoleg nest with Drizzlemimic and Heavy
Amberpaw yelped as the sharp claws of kits pricked at his pelt. He had been spending some time with the clan's many kits this morning, and they had now decided to tackle him for a game of badger ride. Amberpaw gritted his teeth and pushed through, yowling, "And I'm the biggest and baddest badger Yewclan has ever seen! Nobody can take me!"
The young apprentice bucked and bucked, letting out a series of the loudest growls he could muster. He wanted to let the kits have a good time, but he wasn't about to be beaten. He continued to leap and twist until every kit had been knocked off, and then he fell to the ground in a bout of laughter.
"Good job kits! You're going to make excellent defenders of Yewclan if a real badger ever shows up!" Amberpaw boasted. The kits were thrilled, and then scampered off to bother some other cat. As Amberpaw got up, he found himself face to face with Flashkit. Surprised, Amberpaw jumped back and meowed, "Well! You're certainly a sneaky one Flashkit! You were so quiet during badger rides too, I almost forgot you were playing!"
"I don't like to yowl," The gray kit explained, "I prefer to be quiet and sneak."
"I see..." Amberkit quickly looked left and right to make sure no other cat could hear, and then continued, "Y'know, back in my day Flashkit, I used to be really sneaky too. Still am in fact! And I know plenty of secret ways out of camp. I'll take you out sometime, I promise! Well... I take that back. I promise if you behave and be a good kit. I don't take naughty kits exploring, or share my secrets with them. Do you promise to be good?"
"Yes!" The kits squeaked, and then joined the rest of the kits as they scampered across camp.
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Later, Heavy called Amberpaw on a hunting patrol with his mentor Drizzlemimic. Over the past moon, Amberpaw had recovered his bold personality, but things were still a bit awkward between the two toms after they started out on the wrong foot. Amberpaw just really didn't like being watched during training, and every session was just slightly... awkard. The tortoiseshell couldn't explain it well, but he felt that if somebody was watching him do something he was bound to mess up, just because they were watching. Amberpaw wasn't sure how that was going to help him learn, but he figured he would get over the fear with time.
As the trio left camp, they continued on in a natural bout of silence. While they walked, Amberpaw gazed from tree to tree and let his mind drift back to the kits this morning. There were so many kits, and so many queens. Perhaps one day he would have a mate and kits of his own? Amberpaw liked to think that he would make a good father. He liked teaching and spending time with the kits. Having a kit of his own would be no problem.
After a bit of walking, one of the older cats finally stopped, frustrated at the lack of prey. Lately, Yewclan's territory had been windy, and all of the wind was carrying prey scent away too quickly for it to be picked up by the group's noses. Wind was good for masking noise, but it didn't help when you couldn't find the prey in the first place! Amberpaw shivered, partially due to mutual frustration, but also due to the chill of the wind. Shelter would be nice about now... He started to think, and then it dawned on him. Perhaps all of the prey was taking shelter from the wind too?
"Hey Heavy. Drizzlemimic!" Amberpaw called, straining to keep his voice audible above the wind. "Do you think maybe we should check out the abandoned two-leg nest? I remember the last time you took me there Drizzlemimic, and it was pretty sheltered from the elements!" He adjusted his voice even louder, and finished with, "I'd like to hide from this weather, and I think our prey might just be hiding too!"
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chocolatemilk7 (Drizzlemimic) Feathertalon (Heavy)
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Post by Dew on Aug 8, 2024 22:48:33 GMT -5
Foxclove Hunting patrol with Petalpaw and Pondspeckle || with Pondspeckle and Petalpaw Foxclove had been nervous last moon when Dapplestar had given her an apprentice, and while she was still nervous, Petalpaw had made her feel so much better. The apprentice sounded like she truly believed Foxclove could do it, unlike what seemed most of the clan. She wasn't even sure she could do it herself, but she seemed to be getting the hang of it. At least, she felt better than she had last moon.
Today she had been planning on taking Petalpaw out hunting, as they had gone over the hunting crouch and a few other maneuvers a few days ago, but then saw Pondspeckle and decided to ask him to join. He had agreed, and their trio had set out. Foxclove still wanted to train Petalpaw's other senses (she hoped that it wasn't annoying that she was making them stop every once in a while to scent the air and such!) especially her touch and scent.
Suddenly, a howling filled the air. Foxclove exchanged a glance with Pondspeckle, a question in her eyes. She had only heard the kit tales of wolves, how they usually traveled in packs and hunted things together, usually bigger things like deer and... and well cats. There were also stories of lone wolves, and Foxclove hoped that this was a lone wolf. She had never run into one before, and had never heard of any recent encounters with one. What Foxclove did knew is that they were dangerous, and she glanced at Petalpaw, nervous. Not only was she an apprentice, she was a blind apprentice. "Should we check it out?" She asked, the question more directed at Pondspeckle, and said in a hushed tone. It sounded close.  [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 8, 2024 23:01:37 GMT -5
 Cinderdapple
YewClan Territory | w/ Coppersplash & Monarchpaw, Shadepatch asrise Sand cometchaos
Hunting w/ Coppersplash & Monarchpaw
Upset w/ Shadepatch over prey and her humor
It was getting more and more difficult with each passing moon, each passing day even, to remain empathetic and level-headed with her clanmates. YewClan needed strength, they needed warriors to uplift one another, protect each other from the dangers that lay just paw-steps beyond their border, and heal one another. How in StarClan's name could 8 warriors feed and protect a clan of their size to the best of their ability, without being sleep deprived or weak? The young molly understood the grief of her clanmates, losing Bubblingheart was a shock to every cat, and his leadership was greatly missed, but life had to go on. Mistleheart having kits proved that life would go on, and yet it felt like no one would move a muscle no matter the state of their world beyond their emotional one. Leaf-bare was getting close, the chill that would strike Cinderdapple to the bone first thing in the morning before the sun was fully up, the changing colors of the leaves, the increased movement of prey among the rapidly shedding undergrowth, were all signs of the reality Cinderdapple felt her clan mates were ignoring.
Considering her already short temper, Cinderdapple couldn't help but let her exasperation show somewhat to Shadepatch when the queen had brought her a bird from the fresh-kill pile, the only animal she would avoid unless she was starving. She stared at the creature before her white paws before turning her gaze up to the tortoiseshell queen, "Thanks but, you know Shadepatch, it's clear you've been...busy.color="#F0F7D4"]"Maybe you need to let Mistleheart look after the kits so you can take care of other things."[/fon" Absentminded more like. The gray and white molly thought to herself, Namely all of her patients. Cinderdapple stood from where she was laying and motioned with her tail to Monarchpaw to join her. "I'll let you enjoy the bird." She dipped her head slightly in a rigid farewell and made for the entrance to camp once her green eyes confirmed Monarchpaw was following her lead.
Coppersplash, Cinderdapple, and Monarchpaw had been assigned to the hunting patrol but it would probably not be the last time that they were out on some sort of patrol or mission today. She had been nervous initially at being a mentor, she honestly hadn't expected to be one of the cats chosen to train one of Hopbramble's kits, but with so few healthy or willing cats, Monarchpaw's training had not been any more work on Cinderdapple's part, the poor apprentice had been out on every extra patrol with Cinderdapple except for a few. The "supplemental" training would pay off, and luckily it didn't seem to bother Monarchpaw much to be out of camp often. Maybe it would keep her mind off of her mother's worsening condition. Cinderdapple was rather doubtful of any kind of recovery now that she smelled of infection and Shadepatch was not participating in really any healing work whatsoever. The gray tabby apprentice certainly had her mother's fighting spirit though, she remembered the way she was so eager to begin battle training on day one even. Hopefully her 'paw knew how useful she has been towards keeping YewClan on it's paws.
While Coppersplash went off on her own to hunt, Cinderdapple trusted Monarchpaw to track and stalk prey within the warrior's line of sight. "Let's see what you can do. Maybe you can catch me a better meal than that dry, nasty bird." She scrunched her black nose a little with a chuckle before focusing her green gaze back on Monarchpaw, "You know the rules though, if you can't see me, you're too far away. Any suspicious scents you come straight back to me."
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Cinderdapple
YewClan Territory | w/ Copperspalsh asrise
Spars with Coppersplash
Cinderdapple had been taking a drink from the small stream that ran through camp, a small moment between duties just to breathe and take care of herself before throwing herself back into the fray. It looked like the fray had found her though in the form of Coppersplash. She stopped drinking at hearing the gray and orange molly's mew, gazing up at her with dark green eyes before lifting her head to be at eye level. The gray and white warrior respected her dedication to YewClan, she was an essential edition to them, especially in a time like this. Having something to prove made cats more motivated, Cinderdapple felt the same. She honestly would have liked a break from going back out of camp again, but Coppersplash had a point - it wouldn't hurt to make sure that she was sharp in every aspect of warrior-hood, not just hunting. She nodded thoughtfully after a moment, "Let's get going then."
The two mollies made their way to the sparring clearing, the circle of trees looming over them, their orange leaves casting a similar glow as the sun passed through them and onto the warriors below. Cinderdapple lowered herself to the ground, "Ready?" but without waiting for a response, the long-furred molly lunged for Coppersplash, forepaws outstretched to hold down the molly's shoulders as they rolled through the clearing.
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 Hopbramble
Healer's Den | w/ Foxclove @dewbranch
Claw wound grows infected
No longer suffering from blood loss
Annoyed by Gingerkit
Embarrasses Foxclove on purpose
While the forest cooled around YewClan, Hopbramble's skin felt too warm, too angry around the claw and bite wounds on her neck. The blood loss had finally stopped after threatening to leak profusely each time her cobwebs needed to be changed. While they needed to be changed often, it only happened as someone with vague knowledge of medicine was able to. Hopbramble couldn't help but worry that the end may be approaching, that she may be the brave former loner that fought off rogues to protect her kits like in the made up story of Saffron she told her son Dawnpaw. They hardly visited her now that they were apprentices, maybe this was her lifetime of selfishness catching up to her, that since her entire life had only had room for herself, so would death. Hopbramble refused to believe she would die here, but she had seen what untreated infections did to cats and how painfully they passed. That damn good-for-nothing Shadepatch. She would get to see her kits live to be warriors, clearly she only wanted to use her healing abilities on herself. no other queen or her kits mattered. Not even her mate bitten by a snake.
She heard shuffling and giggling in the middle of camp and opened one icy blue eyes to peek at the noise. Gingerkit. the dark molly narrowed both of her eyes now. Damn kits too. She thought crossly, glaring at the mostly white bundle of fur from over her tail. YewClan was pathetic now. One cat dies and suddenly everyone acts like every responsibility they've ever had disappears. It's been over a moon, no cat was worth grieving so dramatically over to the point that they were giving other clanmates their responsibilities. If only Hopbramble was healthy. She ought to be Petalpaw's mentor, not Foxclove. Talk about favoritism amongst YewClan's leadership and their lineage. Every chance that Hopbramble got, she tried to undermine Foxclove's mentoring skills in front of Heavy or Dapplestar. Foxclove's pride was of no concern to Hopbramble, only the safety and proper training of her blind daughter. So at seeing the patrol enter camp with what looked like pieces of a carcass, Hopbramble's tail moved behind her, flicking in frustration as she called out to her daughter's 'mentor,' "Giving up on my daughter so soon you have her catch something that can't move? You make her bring back crowfood? When someone else dies because of whatever disease that thing carried, I hope you feel guilty." Before Foxclove could give any kind of retort, Hopbramble rose slowly and shakily to her paws, taking herself to the farthest back nest of the healer's den to rest.
Last moon the dark molly shared the important parts with Dapplestar over what happened to put Hopbrmable in such a state. She explained who Saffron was, his motivations, the ruthlessness of the cats he recruited to his inner circle. However, she had decidedly left out what part she had to play in that group. Dapplestar was better off thinking Saffron was only after her for YewClan's newest apprentices. Not that it mattered what Hopbramble had told her, Dapplestar had fallen ill, and Hopbramble had a feeling she would not be feeling better without a healer anytime soon.
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Aug 9, 2024 5:45:45 GMT -5
 Drizzlemimic- Hunting with Amberpaw and Heavy As Drizzlemimic padded out of camp with his apprentice and the clan’s deputy, he couldn’t help but feel… stressed. Sure, Heavy raised him and was like a mother to him, but she was still the deputy. Was she trying to test if Drizzlemimic was a good choice for a mentor? Was she seeing seeing how much Amberpaw had progressed in the first moon? In reality, he knew the answers to those questions were probably “no”, but he couldn’t help but still feel like there was a chance. He would have told Amberpaw that there was no pressure for this patrol, but that probably would have made him feel even more pressured, so he stayed silent and just stood near his apprentice as they walked. Other than that, the main problem today was the wind. It was terribly windy outside, so much that the cats could barely even hear each other, let alone hear prey hiding. And forget trying to scent the prey either, the wind cleared out any smell in the area. It seemed to Drizzlemimic like the hunting patrol might have been a lost cause, when Amberpaw spoke up with an idea: "Do you think maybe we should check out the abandoned two-leg nest? I remember the last time you took me there Drizzlemimic, and it was pretty sheltered from the elements!" The tour of the territory came right after their first lesson. Drizzlemimic had a lot to show Amberpaw, and the abandoned two leg nest was one of the land marks. He completely forgot about it, as he usually doesn’t hunt there, but following Amberpaw’s logic, it sounded a great idea. “Sounds like a plan to me! Of course, if you’re ok with it, Heavy.” The three cats set a new course and eventually arrived at the two leg nest. Upon entering, it appeared Amberpaw’s insight was correct, as the place was brimming with the smell of mouse. The three clan mates began hunting. Drizzlemimic ran into one of the smaller dens where he saw two mice. As soon as they scented him, they began scrambling to get out. Drizzlemimic quickly pounced onto one of them and chased the other one around the den and through a hole until it is nothing more than fresh kill. The hunt was a huge success, and the patrol brought so much prey back to camp, that they have to worry about to carry it all. And it’s all thanks to Amberpaw. Before leaving the two leg nest, Drizzlemimic walked up to his apprentice to congratulate him. “Amazing job today! I surely wouldn’t have thought about this place, so I’m glad you remembered. You’ve done the clan a great service today, and I’m confident it won’t be the last time either.” Tagging Feathertalon tigersdoroar |
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Post by Dew on Aug 9, 2024 7:26:40 GMT -5
Scarletdrift Surprises Coppersplash with something nice (++) || with Coppersplash Scarletdrift had been thinking (he had lots of time to think, after all) and he wanted to do something for Coppersplash. The she-cat had seemed lonely last moon, and he felt bad for her. Most cats in the clan had they could confide in, feel safe around, he had Spottedfur, all of the apprentices had each other and so on and so forth. But Coppersplash hadn't made many friends since joining Yewclan it seemed, and Scarletdrift only wanted to make her feel better!
Leaving camp for this mission, Scarletdrift combed the territory. It had to be something nice, so it would seem he had actually thought of her. He couldn't be out as long or go as far as he wanted to these days, and his trips had to be fast so he could go back to camp and rest. Old age. Does it have to happen?
Finally he settled on a very glossy, clear stone he found on the riverbank, picking it up and carrying it back to camp. It didn't take long to find the bi-color molly, and he made his way through the camp. "Hey Coppersplash, I got you something." Scarletdrift set the pebble down at her paws, admiring the shine on it before stepping back. "I found it near the river myself, I hope you like it." [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by asrise on Aug 9, 2024 9:01:33 GMT -5
Coppersplash Spars with Cinderdapple
Coppersplash rolled into Cinderdapple’s tackle, throwing up dust as they tumbled through the clearing. She burst out with her back legs, kicking the grey molly in the chest, forcing her paws off her shoulders. Scrambling up, she wasted no time in landing a harsh blow on Cinderdapple’s recovering form with both paws, knocking her to the ground again. That’s enough. “Oh, I’m ready, all right…” Coppersplash purred.
Even though both of them were exhausted, they continued to spar, trading wins and losses, sharpening their skills for anything that would confront them. Even with so many sick warriors, we’ll still be a threat to any intruder! Coppersplash thought with satisfaction as she collapsed down next to Cinderdapple.Tags: lemonshortbread (As Cinderdapple)Scarletdrift surprises Coppersplash with something nice
“It’s for me?” Coppersplash asked, nosing at the pebble. It was smooth from the river and almost translucent. How sweet of Scarletdrift to think of me! She thought to herself as the elder nodded. Maybe he feels bad for me, after what I told him when we ate together. “Well, I do like it. Thank you so much, but… You didn’t have to.” The bicolour molly replied shyly. “I see how much you’ve thought about me, though… Thank you, Scarletdrift. You make living in YewClan even better than it already was.” She bumped her muzzle against his shoulder.Tags: Dew (As Scarletdrift)
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 9, 2024 15:29:35 GMT -5
Heavy »
The day had been busy. Heavy had gone about her usual duties, calling the morning patrols and assigning cats to either patrol the border or hunt fresh-kill for the Clan. After assigning the patrols and before heading toward Drizzlemimic and Amberpaw to hunt, Heavy had overheard the mutterings of Whisperingpaw, the young apprentice mumbling bitterly about Heavy. With Dapplestar still out of commission due to her grief and her sickness, Heavy had acted harshly, telling the apprentice she had to catch three pieces of prey before returning back to camp with her patrol for the day. With the wind blowing the way it was, catching prey would be easier said than done.
Heavy soon made her way to join Amberpaw and Drizzlemimic. She nodded in greeting toward the two, eyes lingering on Drizzlemimic a moment longer. Oh, how the tom had grown. From a small kit dangling in Stemriver's jaws to a capable warrior with his own apprentice... It still surprised Heavy with how quick time flew by.
"The abandoned twoleg nest sounds like a great place to try," Heavy purred with a nod, taking note of how Amberpaw had come up with a suggestion and had given a reason behind that suggestion - he had solid reasoning skills, Heavy thought. He'd make a fine warrior once his time came, but he still had a lot of training to accomplish before it was time for his warrior ceremony. But she would make sure to tell Dapplestar of Amberpaw's quick, rational thinking skills. That would certainly help him advance in his training.
Amberpaw had proven his suggestion to be the correct one. Each cat had their jaws full of prey, which was good luck on all of YewClan with leaf-bare quickly approaching. ”Drizzlemimic’s right, you did amazing today, Amberpaw! The Clan will eat well, and so will you. You can have first pick once we get back to camp,” she mewed, smiling warmly at the apprentice before leaning down to grab the prey she had caught and lead the patrol back to YewClan’s camp.
Slatefoot »
appreciates frozenlaurel's kindness, thinks gustkit is cute, & eavesdrops on seedkit - @ -
Mistleheart’s kits had arrived. Four tiny bundles all coated in various shades of gray. They looked so much like their mother, yet they also looked so much like the tom who had fathered them. The identity of the kits’ father had been a question Slatefoot wanted to ask, but the words remained silent on her tongue. She didn’t think knowing would be beneficial to her. She felt like if she knew the answer then she wouldn’t be able to look at that particular Clanmate the same ever again.
But the identity of the father remained hidden no longer. The moment the litter was born the tom was already slipping into the nursery to check on his new litter of kits.
Frozenlaurel was the father.
It didn’t appear as if Frozenlaurel and Mistleheart were mates, but just the mere fact that they had kits together now stirred a feeling of bitterness inside Slatefoot. She recalled how her parents had yet to become mates when Heavy had given birth to Slatefoot and her littermates, how their love had only grown stronger from there until they eventually did become mates. Would Mistleheart and Frozenlaurel be the same way? Did they already have feelings for one another but had yet to say anything about those emotions?
… Did Slatefoot no longer have a possible future with Mistleheart? Her heart twisted within her chest. How was she supposed to deal with losing a cat she loved right after Bubblingheart had passed?
Her paws found their way back toward the nursery as they often had in the past moon or so. She was surprised to see Frozenlaurel leaving the nursery, the tom casting a warm, friendly glance her way. Slatefoot’s ears burned as she lowered her gaze, unable to return the gesture. How could he be so nice to her when he knew how she felt about Mistleheart? Why couldn’t he ignore her? Slatefoot felt she liked that option better than Frozenlaurel still acknowledging her and still being friendly. … But why did she still feel a stirring of appreciation deep down toward the tom’s gesture? Ugh, everything was just so confusing now that Mistleheart had a family and Bubblingheart was dead.
The dark-furred molly had all intentions of going and spending time with Mistleheart, but the new mother was curled tightly around her litter fast asleep. Slatefoot sighed, taking a seat a few nests away as she glanced toward her friend. One of the kits - Gustkit, she thought - was peeking out from underneath his mother, an adorable little bundle of fur that Slatefoot couldn’t help but admit was cute. The circumstances of his birth weren’t favorable in Slatefoot’s opinion, but he was cute all the same. She lay there eyeing the kits all the while overhearing her brother’s kits talking back and forth with one another. Rather than join in she merely lay there and listened, wishing she could go back to having that kit-like innocence once more. |
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Post by Brownie on Aug 9, 2024 16:47:09 GMT -5
 frozenlaurel speaks with Slatefoot ★ Kits.
The four tiny things were nestled against Mistleheart's white fur. They were smaller than mice. He'd seen Shadepatch's kits that small, but he'd never gotten to see Hayfeather and Pondspeckle when they were that young. They were so fragile, he was almost scared to come too close, as if his breaths could break them.
So he stayed a few tail-lengths away, just watching. But he couldn't stay in the nursery forever and both the kits and Mistleheart deserved to rest. Frozenlaurel gave one last look before silently leaving the nursery.
He felt eyes on his pelt and glanced over to see Slatefoot watching the nursery entrance closely. Frozenlaurel gave the dark warrior a friendly smile, wondering why she wasn't in the nursery with Mistleheart; from what he'd seen, the two cats were close friends.
Slatfoot looked away. Odd. Frozenlaurel approached, wondering if she and Mistleheart had some sort of falling-out recently. He certainly hadn't heard anything about a fight, but it could have occurred while he was out of camp... though he doubted it. YewClan's tight knit group was great for many things, but it also feasted on gossip like a forest fire. "Slatefoot," he greeted. "You should visit Mistleheart, she'd love to see you."
It was a bit of an assumption, but he was certain Mistleheart would be happier to see her friend than she was to see him. He might have been the father of her litter, but Mistleheart had reminded him firmly that this was her litter, not his. It was something they'd agreed to earlier and while Frozenlaurel was starting to regret how easily he'd given in to Mistleheart's terms, he would abide by the queen's wishes, even if it hurt.
His smile this time was a bit self-deprecating and he didn't hide his own disappointment. If she didn't know that he'd agreed to a minor role as a parent by now, she certainly would soon. The gossip-fire burned every cat equally. In some ways, he was glad the news would spread on its own, so that he didn't have to go through the mortifying experience of explaining it to every cat individually.
"She could use a friend right now." frozenlaurel confesses something to Pondspeckle ★ Since Mistleheart had her kits, Frozenlaurel had found himself gravitating towards the company of his own family. He couldn't explain why, but he felt he needed to keep his two sons close. It was comforting.
So one day, he'd found himself sharing a plump robin with Pondspeckle, probably the last one of the season, and so Frozenlaurel made sure to enjoy it. Still, his thoughts weighed on him and when the easy conversation lulled, he found himself admitting: "I should have fought harder for a role in their lives." His yellow-green eyes pulled to the nursery, to the kits inside that were his but also not. "I took for granted what I had with you and Hayfeather, and now that I might not have that with these kits..."
He wasn't even the most involved with Pondspeckle and Hayfeather as they grew up, but he'd been young then and they'd had mentors to keep them busy. But they were still family. He didn't know if he could even call Mistleheart's kits as such, and that bothered him more than he thought it would.
The grey tom glumly plucked a few red feathers from the robin, running his claws across the barbs. ★ Feathertalon I think this is a conversation they need to have. It'll also lead into his pip with Pondspeckle ★ stormshade1
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Post by Dew on Aug 9, 2024 17:59:22 GMT -5
Whisperingpaw Says Cicadakit is her favorite (+++) || with Cicadakit Whisperingpaw hadn't known, doesn't know Shadepatch and Thrushfleck's litter all too well, even if she had shared a living quarter with them for a few moons. Had it been three? Four? Two? She wasn't sure. They had known each other, but Whisperingpaw was told by her mother not to get too close to any of their clanmates. Whisperingpaw wasn't sure why, but she had listened to her mother either way!
But now there were more kits in the nursery, young ones. She was just curious to see what they looked like, how small they were. She had been told that young kits were very cute, and she wanted to see them for herself!
Peaking her head into the nursery, she saw that Mistleheart and Shadepatch were both sleeping, as well as most of the kits. It was later in the day, and Whisperingpaw herself remembered the naps that she and her littermates had made throughout the day, and sometimes even their mother had joined in. Being a kit was tiring.
Whisperingpaw stayed in the entrance. The kits were cute. Out of Mistleheart's litter, the small Cicadakit took the cake. She was grey, like most of her family, but her underbelly was white. Her eyes were still closed, as the same for all of them, but she guessed they were pretty too. "Your my favorite Cicadakit!" Whisperingpaw said under her breath, because she felt like the needed to say it aloud. One of the kits stirred, and Whisperingpaw left the nursery, going back to her duties. @tag [[ I'm assuming that their eyes are still closed and their not really talking yet? So I did my best ]] |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Aug 9, 2024 18:25:57 GMT -5
 Feathertalon (Slatefoot) Dew (Whisperingpaw) Mistleheart (nurses her four brand new kits, asks Slatefoot how she is +, and appreciates Whisperingpaw trying to help her +++) The wind was howling in YewClan's camp, and the leaves were dropping fast from the tree, and carried away by the wind. Deep in the nursery, a fluffy white and gray she-cat was nursing her newborn four kits, beside a tortoiseshell she-cat and her three kits, and two other kits, a golden and white tom and a gray tom. The nursing she-cat's name was Mistleheart. The birth went smoothly for Mistleheart, and her heart swelled with joy and pride as she gazed at the four kits suckling the milk against her belly. This is her kits, her beloved kits! And she loved them so much, so much... She had three she-cats and one tom. She named the silver and white she-kit Cicadakit, as she thought cicadas are a cool bug, she named the gray rosetted tabby she-kit Lightkit, as her fur was light coloured. She named the very pale tabby she-cat Gentlekit because she was the least squirmiest of the kits, and the only tom kit, a tiny gray speckled tom Gustkit because the speckles on his fur resembled the gust, and he was born in very windy weather. It was crazy to think that Mistleheart was now mother, because a long time ago, she was a kit herself, carried back to YewClan's camp by Stemriver and the rest of his patrol, to be introduced to the Clan as a new kit. Mistleheart will raise her four kits in the nursery, to teach them to walk, speak, and tell them stories of YewClan's past, including telling them stories of Bubblingheart, the former leader of YewClan. Of course, she will teach them about the Warrior Code and why it is so important, so her kits don't end up like Whorldusk. The fluffy white queen imagined seeing her brand new kits become apprenticed, and eventually become respectable warriors, and following the Warrior Code strongly. Frozenlaurel, the donor of Mistleheart's kits had visited Mistleheart, and the four kits. Mistleheart smiled at him, finally growing some respect for the gray tom, by him sharing Clan blood with her new kits, even if he was once a kittypet a long time ago. But Mistleheart was very tired right now from birthing her kits, so she went to sleep, cuddling against the warm squirming fur of her newborn kits. She dreamed of Bubblingheart, and her beloved kits learning all about him. A few hours later, Mistleheart sleepily open her yellow eyes when the scent of Slatefoot wafted into her nose. The fluffy white she-cat saw the dark gray she-cat, Slatefoot, who was once her best friend coming in to greet her and her brand new kits. Sitting up, Mistleheart rubbed the sleep out of her eyes to get a clear focus of her former friend. Oh, will we be friends again?! I hope she gets over the fact I had kits with Frozenlaurel, and doesn't get to raise them with her... Mistleheart could see that Slatefoot was still very sad, probably from Bubblingheart's death. Mistleheart moved from her kits for one moment and embraced her, nuzzling the dark gray she-cat. " Oh Slatefoot, I'm so very sorry about having kits with Frozenlaurel. I promise I'm not romantically into him, but I really wanted some kits before I get too old to raise a large family... I hope we can be friends again... Anyways, how are you today? " Mewed Mistleheart with sympathy for her former best friend. The four kits started mewing from the lack of Mistleheart at their side. The white queen's ears perked up. " Oh" meowed Mistleheart excitedly " Meet my four new kits!" she said, laying down and snuggling back at their side. " The silver and white tabby she-kit's name is Cicadakit, this cute gray tabby she-kit's name is Lightkit, the very pale tabby she-kit's name is Gentlekit, and finally, this adorable speckled gray tom kit's name is Gustkit, like the howling wind outside "Mistleheart purred as she spent time with Slatefoot, finally friends again after the dark gray she-cat got very upset at her for having kits with Frozenlaurel. And not letting her raise them beside her. After Slatefoot left, Mistleheart dozed off again with the smell of kits and milk comforting the white she-cat. But sooner than expected, Mistleheart was woken up by an apprentice, Whisperingpaw, a kit of the former loner Hopbramble. She was bringing her prey for her to eat. " Why thank you Whisperingpaw" purred Mistleheart. " You and the other apprentices are so helpful, bringing me prey to eat, when I need to remain at our kits' side. " Mistleheart really appreciated the apprentices helping her, and the other queen, Shadepatch.
 Whorldusk (heavily grieves for his deceased father, Bubblingheart, wishes he can sleep, and smiles at Gentlekit) Even with the daylight outside, Whorldusk's world have completely dark. Nothing was the same anymore, and nothing would cheer up the lithe ginger tom, ever since his beloved father, Bubblingheart's death. His view was tunnel-vison, and he couldn't even see properly in the dark. Everyday after his father's death, Whorldusk lay in the warrior's den, only thinking of his father. He was struggling to sleep, and refusing prey, only eating and sleeping a little bit, but the prey only tasted like dung in his mouth. He couldn't believe that his father was dead, especially after his sister, Blizzardkit's death, where he was there to comfort him. He couldn't believed StarClan cruelly took his life... He hated StarClan and their so called Warrior Code! As a kit, he slept beside him, feeling the warmth of his fur, and he always shared tongues with him, even after he was apprenticed, and he retired and moved into the elder's den. He was always there for him and loved him, and he knew that he deeply loved him back, and his surviving sister Foxclove. Whorldusk was left without any parents in his life, as he never knew or met his mother. Bubblingheart was his ONLY parent... The only relative of Whorldusk alive was now his sister, Foxclove. And now he was gone... Whorldusk will never be able to talk to him anymore, and feel the warmth of his fur. He was gone, and there nothing he could do about it... Nothing he could do..., even a moon after his death. Whorldusk wished that it was all a nightmare, and he would wake up, head to the elder's den and find him smiling there, smiling for his son, and nothing would of happened to him. Resting in the warrior's den, Whorldusk was very tired, but he couldn't sleep, as he kept thinking about his father, what a wonderful cat he was, and how he really missed him, and won't be able to share tongues with him anymore. Whorldusk wished he was able to sleep, to get rid of his horrible feeling of tiredness. He decided to get out of his nest and visit the queens in the nursery. At least, it was something he could do. Padding to the nursery, the sleek ginger tom battled not only the high winds, but also the heavy darkness that surrounded him. He crawled inside, to see Mistleheart nursing her four brand new kits, and some foxlengths away, Shadepatch was next to her older kits. Puddlekit and Flashkit were nearby, playing. Despite his heavy grief for his deceased father, Whorldusk found himself smiling at Gentlekit. She was the very pale tabby she-cat, and the ginger tom thought she looked GORGEOUS! At least there are new life and future warriors in the nursery thought Whorldusk. Suddenly, the world around Whorldusk have become the slightest bit brighter...
OOC: Mistleheart's origin story is coming tomorrow, as I will be working on it today! I'm also IN LOVE with Mistleheart's FOUR new kits  , and POOR POOR WHORLDUSK!!!!  |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 10, 2024 9:21:51 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
Slatefoot’s eyes narrowed at the sound of pawsteps, knowing very well who they belonged to. She didn’t dare look at the tom, at least not yet. Pupils slitted and eyes watery, she didn’t want Frozenlaurel to see the bitterness that danced in her eyes, the sorrow that flickered across her face. Even if Frozenlaurel was trying to stay on friendly terms with the molly, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of resentment toward him. He would have something with Mistleheart that Slatefoot never would, and that alone was enough to make the rosette-splashed warrior jealous.
What she didn’t realize was that Frozenlaurel himself was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions. He was the father of Mistleheart’s kits, but that didn’t mean he would be able to treat them as his own. Slatefoot was only concerned about her feelings, something that was uncharacteristic of her, something that was made possible only by her grief of losing Bubblingheart and of losing Mistleheart.
Odd, she thought. Most cats only had one heart to lose, yet in one moon alone she had lost two.
Slowly Slatefoot allowed her gaze upward to meet Frozenlaurel’s. Surprise flickered across her face, the fleeting shadow of a minnow in water. Darkness clouded the tom’s gaze as if he himself had just lost a part of him. Something in Slatefoot stirred. Sympathy? She swallowed, throat dry. ”I hope to spend the day with her,” she replied finally, voice dull. At least it wasn’t dripping with the envy she still felt underneath it all. Even if she was realizing that Frozenlaurel was struggling in his own way, the anger she felt at knowing he had fathered kits with Mistleheart wouldn’t vanish so easily. It would be a process that could take moons. She’d just have to control her emotions and use her brain more so than her heart.
Nodding a farewell to Frozenlaurel Slatefoot made her way into the nursery. Instantly she spotted Mistleheart, the mostly white molly curled around her new litter of four. Slatefoot’s chest ached, whiskers quivering, yet she remained steady, barely budging even as Mistleheart came forward to nuzzle into her dark fur. She drew in the older molly’s scent, wishing for comfort, yet Mistleheart no longer smelled like Mistleheart - she was once a field of holly and frost, a gentle leaf-bare day, but now she was a copse of moss and raspberry, the scent of milk clinging tightly to her. She was a warm greenleaf day now, no longer the rare sunny day in leaf-bare when the two had escaped camp to play in the snow and act like kits again. Now Mistleheart had kits and Slatefoot was…well, she was Slatefoot. There was nothing different about her other than the loss of two cats she had loved dearly.
There was a lot the molly wanted to say. She wanted to snap at Mistleheart, angrily tell her that they still had plenty of time before worrying about raising kits. She wanted to press into the new queen once more, wanted to congratulate her for a job well done on the litter, but Slatefoot merely remained silent. She knew she needed to say something, anything, but how could she truly convey herself when even Slatefoot herself was confused by all her emotions?
Hoping it was an answer enough, Slatefoot settled into the nest near Mistleheart’s, listening and watching as the new mother introduced her brood to Slatefoot. The warrior wasn’t able to remain uneasy for long, the cute innocence of the kits lowering her guard, breaking her walls. Slatefoot didn’t fancy herself the type to birth kits of her own, but she saw the appeal in raising a family and passing down the knowledge she had gained from her own parents. She had just wished she had been able to raise a family with Mistleheart at her side.
”Gustkit is cute,” she finally mewed, gaze lingering on the only tom on the litter. They were all adorable in their own right, but something had drawn Slatefoot to little Gustkit more so than the others.
She lowered her chin atop her paws, laying down to observe the nursing litter. Slatefoot had no reason to be angry at them for what happened. No, these kits were innocent and pure. Even if she was a storm of confusion toward the kits’ parents, Slatefoot didn’t find it in her to be resentful toward the litter. |
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Post by Sand on Aug 10, 2024 11:48:10 GMT -5
 Monarchpaw :
- Lizard with Cinderdapple & Coppersplash
- thinks Gentlekit is so soft and small (++)
- spends extra time getting good bedding for Spottedfur
While Coppersplash left Cinderdapple and Monarchpaw to busy themselves with hunting, the young apprentice's gaze settled on her mentor's. As she listened to Cinderdapple's instructions, she let out a snort. "Oh, I can catch anything better than that dry bird, Cinderdapple!" she boasted with a big grin. Monarchpaw nodded sharply towards her mentor. "I promise I'll stay close, don't worry 'bout me!"
The grey tabby she-cat wiggled her haunches as she lowered herself to the forest floor, gaze sweeping and nostrils flaring as she scented the air. Nothing, she thought with a frown. There was no prey in sight, but how was that possible? Monarchpaw stalked forward a bit, scenting the air once more. I can smell a vole, but it's stale. Trying to stave off her frustration, the apprentice inhaled and exhaled deeply. "There isn't any prey around here, Cinderdapple," she announced as she padded back over to the grey and white she-cat.
She noticed Coppersplash was making her way back and was carrying a small piece of prey, but Monarchpaw couldn't figure out what it was. Then, it dawned on her– it was a lizard! The grey classic tabby leapt after the warrior, her bright blue eyes wide. "Wow, Coppersplash! I don't think I've ever ate a lizard before," she commented. "A catch is a catch, isn't it? This'll feed some cat, right?"
~ Monarchpaw poked her head into the nursery, spotting Mistleheart, Frozenlaurel, and their four kits. Among them were other clanmates who were living in the nursery like she once had. Her eyes lingered on Gentlekit, a pale tabby she-kit, who was snuggling up to her mother. Gentlekit is really small! Her fur looks so soft, she thought as she quickly hurried away from the nursery. Her next errand? Gathering moss for Spottedfur, who needed the best bedding in all of YewClan. She planned on spending extra time to find him good bedding, not the old, dried out moss. [ tags: lemonshortbread & asrise ] Spottedfur :
- wants to help Dapplestar (+++)
- brushes against Scarletdrift, looks away with a purr (++rom)
- is envious of Hopbramble (--)
Despite being stuck in the elders' den for most days, Spottedfur found himself beside Scarletdrift. They were the only two elders since Bubblingheart had passed. After all, the two had retired together and Spottedfur once longed for his affection. He stood next to the tom and brushed his speckled pelt against the white and ginger tom's. He quickly glanced away, his silver gaze focused elsewhere before letting out a purr. Did he want a romantic relationship with Scarletdrift? Would he reject him once more? Spottedfur wasn't too sure, but he was willing to try again.
Whilst out by the fresh kill pile, Spottedfur kept himself low to the ground to avoid the wind; it was becoming quite cold at night and keeping warm was difficult. "I hate leaf-fall, the nights are always chilly," he muttered, clearly upset with the current weather.
He had spotted Dapplestar inside the medicine cat's den, who was sick with whitecough. On top of that, she was grieving Bubblingheart's death like he was grieving for Stormmask. He wondered if there was anything he could do to help. Gather herbs, maybe? Go on patrols since the clan was struggling? Hopbramble could do all of those things and she was younger! Jealousy flared in his silver eyes, upset that he couldn't contribute to his clan like he used to. He wanted to do that again, even if it meant unretiring. If Dapplestar would allow him to assist their clan, he would do it in a heartbeat. Otherwise, there was nothing left for him in YewClan.
[ tags: not sure if there's anyone I need to tag specifically since Spottedfur doesn't speak to anyone in specific. ]
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Post by stormshade1 on Aug 10, 2024 19:41:53 GMT -5
 Pondspeckle Patrol (Dew , grimmreminder )
Kits. His half-sisters and half-brother. He couldn’t believe it. Those little kits in the nursery were his kin. They were so tiny! Bad he been that small when he was born? He couldn’t have been!
Maybe he could sneak a peek at the kits before he had to go on a patrol. But nope, Pondspecle patrol was now. He was about to go up to Heavy to ask what patrol he would be on when Foxclove and Petalpaw padded up to him and asked him to join their hunting patrol. It was only as they were already walking that he realized that he was the most senior warrior on this patrol. It didn’t seem that long ago since it was his own warrior ceremony, but it had been almost twenty moons.
As they walked, Foxclove would tell the patrol to stop, and allow Petalpaw to sniff the air, asking where she could scent prey and such. Pondspeckle knew that this was just part of training an apprentice – if Coppersplash hadn’t already known all that when Pondspeckle trained him, he was sure he would’ve had to do the same thing with him.
Suddenly, a sound made Pondspeckle stop in his tracks. A deep howl filled the air. Pondspeckle knew what that was. He had never met one, but he knew that it was a wolf.
"Should we check it out?" Foxclove asked quietly.
Pondspeckle glanced at Petalpaw. Was it really safe to confront a wolf, or even possibly a pack, with a blind apprentice to take care of? But... maybe there would be prey left over. Prey that the Clan desperately needed, with leafbare so close.
“How fast can Petalpaw run if it comes to it?” Pondspeckle asked, his voice low. After Foxclove’s response, he said, “Keep Petalpaw behind us, and make sure she’s ready to run.”
The patrol proceeded, and eventually came close to the wolf. Pondspeckle could smell them. Wolves were dangerous, far more dangerous than dogs. “Stay back with Petalpaw. I’ll go check it out.” Pondspeckle knew that Foxclove might not like this, but Pondspeckle was the more experienced warrior.
As Pondspeckle stealthily creeped up on the wolf, he realized it was not one but two wolves. Between the two, a deer carcass lay on the ground. Pondspeckle crawled back to Foxclove and reported, “Two wolves. They caught a deer. We should go report back to camp.”
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Post by Dew on Aug 10, 2024 22:20:21 GMT -5
Foxclove Hunting patrol & reaction to Hopbramble's insult || with Pondspeckle, Petalpaw, Hopbramble Foxclove didn't want to treat Petalpaw because of her condition, but she had to be more careful. She didn't want Petalpaw to run into a wolf, not know it was there, and get mauled. The worry was there deep in the back of her head and is spread through the whole of her body. What if Petalpaw got hurt, and it was her fault? Whold Hopbramble come after her? Would her siblings hate her? Hopbramble was scary, Foxclove had to admit, the only interaction the two of them having had during her apprenticeship defending Spottedfur when the she-cat had been disrespecting him.
"Pretty fast I bet, right Petalpaw?" Foxclove said, keeping her voice low. "You have to be very careful and stay with me okay? I'll rest my tail on your shoulder, and remember to stay very quiet. This could be dangerous." She warned, her gaze boring Petalpaw's. The she-cat could see blurry shapes, and therefore could see her outline.
The patrol made their way slowly towards the howling, stopping a short distance away. The scent was sour, and smelled somewhat like a fox and a dog. “Stay back with Petalpaw. I’ll go check it out.” Pondspeckle murmured. "But-," Foxclove murmured, but had already started on his way, and if she raised her voice any more, she might alert the wolf. "Focus on the scent, Petalpaw. If you hear or smell anything like this, let somecat know immediately."
Pondspeckle returned, telling the tales of two wolves and a deer carcass. The wolves howled again, and they bounded away. They paused and waited for that seemed like hours, and when it seemed they weren't coming back, the patrol picked up the remains and padded back to camp.
Once they returned, the deer pieces in their mouth, Hopbramble was there, injured but still with her full fury. "Giving up on my daughter so soon you have her catch something that can't move? You make her bring back crowfood? When someone else dies because of whatever disease that thing carried, I hope you feel guilty." Foxclove's ears heated up, and she glanced the at the pieces she was carrying. That hadn't been her thought! The deer pieces, she had thought, had been a prize in the windy late leaf-fall, but would other cats see it as her taking pity on her blind apprentice and not teaching her right? Why does Hopbramble hate me so much? And just when I thought I was doing well too....
"No! That's not..." but Hopbramble was already padding away and Foxclove knew it wouldn't matter anyway. Bowing her head, she turned to Petalpaw. "I'm sorry, I assure you, that's not what I meant, but if your mad at me, I understand." Foxclove mewed, then she padded away to the warriors' den. Maybe Whorldusk would be there to comfort her.... [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Aug 11, 2024 6:44:01 GMT -5
 Dawnpaw- Hunting with Frozenlaurel, Whisperingpaw and Hazelpelt Another day, another training session. After the failure of the first day, training with Frozenlaurel had been… awkward at best. But, Dawnpaw had been progressing. He actually learned how to stalk and catch certain types of prey. It’s been slow, but it’s been working. At least today’s patrol was also with Dawnpaw’s sister, Whisperingpaw. The two siblings got along of course, though they didn’t really talk as much as before. Their mentors didn’t really seem to get along that well, as least as far as Dawnpaw could tell. ”How has training with Hazelpelt been going? Do you two get along?” He asked Whisperingpaw. At least some conversation would make the patrols mood lighter. “I’ve been doing… fine. I mean, it’s not like I don’t get along with Frozenlaurel… It’s just that do don’t not get along either. Does that make sense?” Dawnpaw laughed. His conversation with his sister was abruptly interrupted as he heard a rustle in not too far away bushes. The smell was clearly of vole, but it didn’t seem like anyone else had noticed it yet. This is my chance! Dropping down to the ground, he approached the bush, making sure to take note of the wind direction. The vole didn’t seem to realize he was there, and Dawnpaw took the opportunity to pounce. Fresh kill for the pile, all thanks to him. He turned around to show the warriors his catch, secretly hoping for some praise from his mentor. Surely this will make up for disappointing him on the first day! Tagging Dew Brownie jaybun! |
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Post by Dew on Aug 11, 2024 7:25:16 GMT -5
Whisperingpaw Hunting patrol || with Hazelpelt, Frozenlaurel, Dawnpaw Whisperingpaw was on her first hunting patrol! Hazelpelt had shown her lots of different hunting moves over the past moon, as well as basic fighting maneuvers, but today was her first day hunting with cats that weren't just Hazelpelt. The other cat to impress was Frozenlaurel, who happened to be Dawnpaw's mentor! I really, really hope I do well! So far, no cat had caught much. It was windy, making it harder to scent, and therefore catch any prey!
She felt tense, wanting her patrol to return with something for the fresh-kill pile. It was almost leaf-bare, and although she had never lived through it, she had heard enough about it. But she was kind of excited for snow. It seemed cool enough, wet but powdery and white. She knew most cats didn't like it, but why wouldn't they? It seemed pretty sweet!
Dawnpaw struck up a conversation, bringing her away from her thoughts about snow. The two siblings were just that: siblings, littermates. They loved each other, like siblings should, even if they weren't the closest of the bunch. Just close enough.
"Training has been great, I've learned some hunting stuff and some basic fighting maneuvers! And we do! She is an amazing mentor, I like her!" Whisperingpaw said, remembering to not shout her excitement when talking on hunting patrols, so they would not scare away the prey. She listened to how Frozenlaurel and Dawnpaw were getting along and frowned slightly. She hoped their relationship would get better!
Scenting the air a sudden, strong scent overcame her, and a rustling in the bushes followed. The mentors were back a little, the two apprentices had gone ahead slightly. Dawnpaw had heard it too, but he had been closer, claiming the hunt. Whisperingpaw stayed back, letting her brother hunt the vole. A few seconds later he was back, the prey clamped in his jaws. "Great job Dawnpaw!" She mewed bumping him in the side, smiling. Her brother caught something, and even if she was a little jealous that it hadn't been her, she didn't let it shine through. There were lots of other chances she would have, after all. [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 11, 2024 18:17:42 GMT -5
 HAZELPELT
Hunting with Whisperingpaw, Dawnpaw, and Frozenlaurel. - has a difficult conversation with Frozenlaurel - x
The cold wind bit at Hazelpelt despite her long fur. But she was grateful for the excuse to let her pelt bristle. She didn't know why Frozenlaurel had approached her of all cats about hunting together, but it left a bad taste in her mouth. The cinnamon-colored molly kept quiet for the most part, only chiming in to ask Whisperingpaw questions and offer gentle corrections.
She was glad that the litter-mates were at least enjoying each others company. Dawnpaw seemed like a smart tom, Hazelpelt was sure he'd make a great warrior. Assuming, of course, Frozenlaurel gave him the chance. Not every mentor and paw' pair was going to get along, but her goodwill as far as the fellow former kittypet warrior was concerned had all but vanished. She wondered if Dawnpaw felt the same nagging judgement Hazelpelt did. Like nothing they ever did would be enough to meet Frozenlaurel's ridiculous standards.
It needled at her throughout the rest of the day. Hazelpelt at least had the presence of mind to congratulate Dawnpaw on his catch, but her cool blue eyes strayed to Frozenlaurel's side again and again. She would say something. What, she didn't know, but she couldn't live with the crawling bitterness that crept up underneath her coat anymore.
"You should take your vole to the elders," Hazelpelt purred at Whisperingpaw and Dawnpaw, "I'm sure Spottedfur would appreciate the meal."
When the apprentices were out of sight, the tiny molly let out a harsh sigh. Her cordiality fell away, expression narrowing into an irritated glare. Frozenlaurel's presence burned at the edges of her senses, and she flexed her claws into the cool earth. The worst thing about Frozenlaurel was that he genuinely wanted to help. He had been so earnest in his assumptions all those moons ago. That Hazelpelt was a pretty damsel, just waiting for him to show up and guide her attempts at mentorship along.
"I don't know what gave you the impression I needed your help," she spat, "but keep it to yourself this time." |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Aug 12, 2024 2:50:50 GMT -5
 Dew (Scarletdrift) stormshade1 (Icekit) (mention) cometchaos (Shadepatch) (mention) jaybun! (Gingerkit) (mention) Sand (Spottedfur and Seedkit) (mention) Ravenkit ( Wishes other cats would stop babying him, and feels safe around Scarletdrift +.) Ravenkit woke up from his sleep in the nursery beside his brothers, Gingerkit and Seedkit. Today was going to be a big day for the tiny tom! Today, his mother Shadepatch will take him on a visit to the elders den to see the elders! But firstly, he suckled the milk from his mother's belly and scrambled to see the other queen in the nursery, Mistleheart and her kits, Cicadakit, Lightkit, Icekit, and Gustkit. They looked so SMALL and TINY to him, and he found it very to comprehend he used to be THAT small once. Sitting down, Ravenkit paused to think. It was crazy to think these adult cats around him were so HUGE, and he was a kit to him. And they are WARRIORS, hunting for the Clan and feeding the Clan. No wonder these cats baby him and his brothers, and keep him confined in the nursery! He was just a KIT, and kits cannot HUNT, and they cannot FIGHT! Ravenkit started imagining what it was like to be outside camp, patrolling, hunting, fighting, and not stuck in the nursery. He LONGED to be a WARRIOR, and not a KIT! The tiny black tom let out a small huff of frustration, he wished he can be out there, a warrior and not a kit... he wished the other cats would stop babying him! Ravenkit followed his mother Shadepatch with excitement, along with his brothers as she took him outside of the nursery. The black-furred kit gasped with excitement with the sight of the camp, with so many cats sharing tongues, and trees towering around Ravenkit that looked dead; there were only a few brown leaves on the branches. A gust of wind rushed past Ravenkit's fur, making his fur bristle, and causing him to slide away. But the tiny black tom soon caught back with the rest of his family, and scrambled inside of another hole, into the elder's den. Two elders were inside the den, one white and speckled ginger tom who looks a lot like Ravenkit's brother, Gingerkit, and an older speckled gray tom. They were smiling at him, as Shadepatch introduced them as Scarletdrift and Spottedfur. Ravenkit purred as spent time with them. He particularly enjoyed Scarletdrift's company. He felt safe around the elderly tom, as he looks so much like his brother, and he was SOO kind to him! He was sad when Shadepatch mewed it was time to return to the nursery, but he really enjoyed his time with them, brightly imagining what it was like to be an elderly cat like Scarletdrift. He would of seen everything and did everything he can as a warrior, and be happy he experienced such an exciting adventure as a warrior!
OOC: I'm really sorry, but I'm delaying Mistleheart's origin story AGAIN to the middle of a week... But today I started working on it! I had some work for university yesterday, and then something happened yesterday which caused me to have a small panic attack, but I'm fine!  |
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Post by Brownie on Aug 12, 2024 11:30:50 GMT -5
x - Moon 69 - x
early winter; gloomy, overcast
Clan Events:
Prey pile: full
Is wondering what the other Clans think of her leadership Major Events Event: Recovers from whitecough Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Thinks Frozenlaurel is very helpful (+)
- Chats with Mistleheart and Cicadakit while visiting the nursery
- Overheard a joke from Foxclove she didn't get (-) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Patrol: Border Relationships - Wishes Dapplestar would be a little more helpful (-)
- Argues with Cinderdapple about something she did, which Heavy thinks risked YewClan's safety (---) with Pondspeckle, Hazelpelt
Event : PlumClan patrol
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The three cats run into a PlumClan patrol by the Green Pond. Duststep asks about Mistleheart's new litter and the two patrols have a friendly chat. Pondspeckle lets slip that YewClan is struggling with rogues, and the other two senior warriors aren't happy that he accidentally showed YewClan's weakness. Is glad to be finally on her paws again Major Events Event: Shadepatch is no longer weakened by her harsh kitting
Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Checks in on Hopbramble
- Leaves the kits with Mistleheart so she can spend a night in Thrushfleck's nest (+++) with Thrushfleck
Event : Moss
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's not a very romantic outing, but Thrushfleck is simply glad to see Shadepatch back on her paws. The two work hard and bring back plenty of moss to refresh the nests in the healer's den, hoping they won't need to use them this leaf-bare but prepared in case some cats fall ill. Bites her tongue, even though she really wanted the last word Patrol: Border Relationships - Doesn't trust Petalpaw after the apprentice shared a secret (---)
- Has a great patrol with Cinderdapple (++) with Heavy, Pondspeckle
Event : PlumClan patrol
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The three cats run into a PlumClan patrol by the Green Pond. Duststep asks about Mistleheart's new litter and the two patrols have a friendly chat. Pondspeckle lets slip that YewClan is struggling with rogues, and the other two senior warriors aren't happy that he accidentally showed YewClan's weakness. Wants to get to know Icekit better Patrol: Training Relationships - Nods politely as Lightkit walks by
- Promises to always look out for Cicadakit (+++) with Dawnpaw
Event : Argument
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Dawnpaw doesn't understand the usefulness of a flashy battle move. He grows frustrated and finally asks to learn something else, but Frozenlaurel refuses to move on until Dawnpaw apologizes for questioning his lesson plan. Patrol: INJURED! Relationships - Is talking to Drizzlemimic (+)
- Bonds with Coppersplash over not knowing their parents (+++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Patrol: NURSING Relationships - Appreciates Monarchpaw stopping by to visit (+++)
- Is really surprised Foxclove's life is so hard (+++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is eavesdropping on Puddlekit Major Events Event: Thrushfleck has fully recovered from his snake bite. Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Really hopes Flashkit will be his apprentice (+++)
- Seedkit says he's a better warrior than Slatefoot (+++) with Shadepatch
Event : Moss
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's not a very romantic outing, but Thrushfleck is simply glad to see Shadepatch back on her paws. The two work hard and bring back plenty of moss to refresh the nests in the healer's den, hoping they won't need to use them this leaf-bare but prepared in case some cats fall ill. Is looking forward to the future Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Seedkit says Thrushfleck is a better warrior than she is (---)
- Trips over Puddlekit (--) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is sparring with Foxclove Patrol: Border Relationships - Ignores Flashkit (--) with Heavy, Hazelpelt
Event : PlumClan patrol
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The three cats run into a PlumClan patrol by the Green Pond. Duststep asks about Mistleheart's new litter and the two patrols have a friendly chat. Pondspeckle lets slip that YewClan is struggling with rogues, and the other two senior warriors aren't happy that he accidentally showed YewClan's weakness. Wandered around the forest alone Major Events Event: Confesses his feelings for Drizzlemimic and the two become mates!
Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Was charmed to hear Ravenkit admires him (++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is visiting the cats in the medicine den Major Events Event: Agrees to be mates with Hayfeather! Patrol: Training Relationships - Has a long conversation with Whorldusk and realizes he sees the world differently (+++)
- Leaves a gift in Hayfeather's nest for him to come back to later (++) with Amberpaw
Event : Fighting training
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Their opportunity is ruined when, not long after starting, a cold sleet forces the pair back to the safety of camp. Is wondering what PlumClan cats are like Patrol: Training Relationships - Thinks Amberpaw is a hard worker (+) with Monarchpaw
Event : Hunting training
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Cinderdapple is distracted and it shows. Monarchpaw spends most of their time working things out for herself and doesn't get much done. Is wondering what PlumClan cats are like Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Foxclove isn't being very nice (-) with Foxclove, Petalpaw
Event : Sleet
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They don't get far before a heavy sleet forces them to shelter. Luckily the group is close to Rainfang's Point and they snuggle together to keep warm, pelts and tails and legs wrapped into one kitty cat ball. Wishes others were as kind to her as she was to them Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Asks Scarletdrift for a story about Bubblingheart (+) with Petalpaw, Coppersplash
Event : Sleet
Choice : Procced
Outcome : They don't get far before a heavy sleet forces them to shelter. Luckily the group is close to Rainfang's Point and they snuggle together to keep warm, pelts and tails and legs wrapped into one kitty cat ball. Thought he heard a wolf's howl Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Is going too far telling jokes about Pondspeckle (---) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Got caught trying to sneak out without his mentor's approval Patrol: Training Relationships - Is surprised Seedkit has a lot of strong opinions (+++)
with Drizzlemimic
Event : Fighting
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Their opportunity is ruined when, not long after starting, a cold sleet forces the pair back to the safety of camp. Refused to follow her mentor's orders due to her own moral code Patrol: Training Relationships - Overheard a joke from Slatefoot she didn't understand (-) with Foxclove, Coppersplash
Event : Sleet
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They don't get far before a heavy sleet forces them to shelter. Luckily the group is close to Rainfang's Point and they snuggle together to keep warm, pelts and tails and legs wrapped into one kitty cat ball. Patrol: Training Relationships - Thinks Puddlekit is helpful (+) with Frozenlaurel
Event : Argument
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Dawnpaw doesn't understand the usefulness of a flashy battle move. He grows frustrated and finally asks to learn something else, but Frozenlaurel refuses to move on until Dawnpaw apologizes for questioning his lesson plan. Whisperingpaw STATUS: WHITECOUGH || Dew Caught the BIGGEST mouse EVER, seriously! Major Events Event: Catches whitecough Patrol: SICK Relationships - Talks to Drizzlemimic (+) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Daydreams about being a warrior Patrol: Training Relationships - Thinks it's fun to boss Puddlekit around (+++) with Cinderdapple
Event : Hunting training
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Cinderdapple is distracted and it shows. Monarchpaw spends most of their time working things out for herself and doesn't get much done. Shares a good napping spot with Scarletdrift - Thinks Icekit is polite (+)
- Tries to distract Whisperingpaw from her illness (++) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is complaining about his aching joints - Bestows wisdom onto Gingerkit (+)
- Covers for Icekit on something minor (++) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . - Likes hanging out with Cicadakit (+) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . - Hisses at Cinderdapple when she takes a bit of prey he was aiming for (--) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . - Notices Petalpaw doing her best (+) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is pretending to be a twoleg - Thinks Hopbramble is scary (-) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is adamantly refusing to nap - Argues with Slatefoot (--)
- Eavesdrops on Dapplestar and Amberpaw's conversation .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Cicadakit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is scratching everything she can get her claws on Major Events Event: Skill: Splashes in puddles (SWIMMING) - Steals feathers from Pondspeckle's prey to play with (+) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Lightkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is rolling about on the ground Major Events Event: Skill: avid play-fighter (FIGHTING) - Thinks Whorldusk is nice (+) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Wishes Gingerkit was quieter Major Events Event: Skill: careful listener (ADVISING) - Is following Flashkit around (+++) .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Gustkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is bothering the elders for stories Major Events Event: Skill: lover of stories (LORE) - Talks with Foxclove about what it's like to be a warrior (+++) .
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Post by asrise on Aug 12, 2024 19:55:24 GMT -5
 Coppersplash with Foxclove and Petalpaw Leaf-bare had descended on YewClan, marking Coppersplash’s first since she’d joined the clan. But the occasion was not such a happy one, with the prey starting to grow scarce and the weather getting worse. Still, Coppersplash led her patrol into the forest, ready to hunt. She’d just have to work a little harder, that’s all. Foxclove and her apprentice Petalpaw followed. Coppersplash had wished that she was the one who had gotten an apprentice instead of Foxclove. After all, she was the older one. But maybe Foxclove had been chosen because she came from YewClan.
Only a few steps into the patrol, sleet started to fall, and soon it was difficult to see or even scent prey. They wouldn’t catch any prey like this! Looking at Petalpaw, who was already shivering, Coppersplash made the call. “We’re too far away from camp, by now! Let’s get to Rainfang’s point and stay there until this blows over.” It wasn’t long before they had reached the hollow beneath the great pine, the three of them huddling together.
Coppersplash couldn’t lie, Foxclove wasn’t her first choice of cat to snuggle up against. No matter whether it was justified or not, she resented the fact that she had an apprentice and she didn’t. Even worse, she seemed to be holding Petalpaw back. Coppersplash was sure the young molly didn’t need that much special training. After all, what cat saw their prey before they scented or heard it? But she didn’t bring the issue up right now. It wasn’t the time. Instead, she slipped into a daydream about PlumClan cats. I wonder if they’re just as different from YewClan as BurdockClan was…
OOC -- Struggling to see why Coppersplash would think that Foxclove wasn’t nice, but I tried my best, lol! And thinking this in the middle of the cuddle pile, too? For shame… |
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Post by Dew on Aug 12, 2024 20:52:55 GMT -5
Foxclove Wishes others were as kind to her as she was to them & Training patrol || with Coppersplash, Petalpaw Foxclove thought she was failing. Was she even a good warrior? A good cat? She certainly wasn't a good mentor. Maybe she should have taken a few moons off to grieve like Whorldusk had, then she wouldn't have an apprentice and maybe everyone would be nicer to her. Maybe she wouldn't have messed up her life. I don't even know what I did! I'm plenty nice to everycat, but it feels as if no one is nice back! All I get is cats talking about me behind my back and saying I'm not a good mentor, and I'm getting tired. She missed her father more than ever now. He would support her... right? I just wish others were as nice to me as I was to them.
Foxclove had to stop feeling bad for herself. She had to move on. She had to be a good mentor. She just had to.
They were hunting again, which suited her just fine. They hadn't had much of a chance to hunt last time they were on patrol because of the wolves, and Foxclove really wanted Petalpaw to catch something. She thought it would lift both of their spirits.
They didn't have luck on their side today. They had planned on hunting near Rainfang's point, but as they got close sleet rained from the sky, making Foxclove puff out her pelt with displeasure. Why couldn't they have one successful patrol where they didn't have to turn back?! Why was she such a failure?! Petalpaw was already shivering, and it was only a matter of time before the effects of the weather would stick to the cats after it ended.
"O-okay. Come on Petalpaw, we'll get you somewhere dry and warm." Foxclove muttered, guiding her apprentice to the hollow under the pine tree named the point. It was still cold, but dry. Would Coppersplash be a better mentor than me? Surely Hopebramble would like her better. "Why don't we all snuggle together, it would make us all warmer!" She suggested, her tail already curled around Petalpaw and pressing the young she-cat into the curve of her belly. Coppersplash gave in and snuggled against her as well, the natural warmth from all their bodies flowing into one. [[ Poor Foxclove she's going through it right now <3 ]] |
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Post by Dew on Aug 12, 2024 21:14:14 GMT -5
Scarletdrift Complaining about his aching joints & Bestows wisdom onto Gingerkit (+) || with Gingerkit Scarletdrift knew he was getting older, and his body was telling him that. Not only was his body slowing down from simply age, but not being up and about everyday certainly wasn't helping. At this point, he wouldn't even be able to make it to see Jewel, if he had wanted to. But he still had a piece of her, in Puddlekit. Puddlekit, his perfect son. Maybe it wasn't the best time to have a child when he was close to joining the stars, but he had longed to be a father again after Beesong and Frostfleck had died. And besides, Jewel had wanted Puddlekit to grow up with him, to be a wild cat. This is what she had wanted.
Scarletdrift moaned, turned over in his nest. Old age was not a battle you could fight, and it made his claws itch. Enemy warriors, Badgers, Foxes, rogues, those were all things he had fought, could fight tooth-and-claw. Those were battles he could win. This wasn't. He was completely at the mercy of age, everycat was. No cat was cured from this, not until they joined the ranks of Starclan.
Wanting some cats company, Scarletdrift headed to the nursery. Shadepatch had brought her kits to spend time with him last moon, and he had rather enjoyed it. As well as the chance to see Puddlekit, going to the nursery seemed like a good idea. He would sleep there with his son if it hadn't been for Stormmask dying, then Bubblingheart. He was sure that Spottedfur needed his company more than Puddlekit did, so he had stayed in the elders' den rather than move to the nursery. It was too loud in there anyway to sleep, with all of those kits running around. There were so many!
Popping his head in, he saw Gingerkit, alone. The tom looked a lot like himself, the same white pelt with spots of ginger. It was funny if he had to be honest to himself. "Hello Gingerkit, would you like to hear some of Scarletdrift's words of wisdom?" Scarletdrift mewed, sitting beside the small tom-kit.
"First piece of advice, never let your body get old. It's truly annoying. Your joints ache all of the time, and you can't even fight it! Something else," Scarletdrift lowered his voice at this, "If you plan on sneaking out, pick a time when most cats are distracted, then see if there are any weak spots in the camp walls you can slip through. The dirtplace is always an option if you can't find anywhere else, if you don't mind getting your fur a bit dirty." His eyes twinkled with mischief before he winked. "My wisdom has been bestowed onto you!" He exclaimed.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 12, 2024 22:32:07 GMT -5
Cinderdapple
The North Border | w/ Monarchpaw & Heavy Sand Feathertalon
Is wondering what PlumClan cats are like
Thinks Amberpaw is a hard worker
Distracted hunt with Monarchpaw
An argument with Heavy
Maybe it was the way that the chill penetrated Cinderdapple's fur, the wind howled through the bare branches of the trees, but the patrol felt incredibly overwhelming. It was difficult to determine where the prey would hide anyhow because it was leaf-bare. All the warrior or apprentice had to go off of were stale scents that could have been carried from the other end of the territory with how strong the wind was. It was a south-bound wind though, so perhaps northern YewClan would prove to be a more successful hunting ground. Still, Cinderdapple couldn't pinpoint where they ought to investigate, she merely let her white paws go where they felt, as though they were detached from her body. Drizzlemimic and Hayfeather becoming mates was a surprise to Cinderdapple, but again, a lot of things in Drizzlemimic's life were a surprise to her, unfortunately. While she had been trying to get closer to her littermate, the rogues, influx of kits, deaths of clanmates, and new mentorship duties left both of them with no time to talk - like really talk. She was happy for him, of course. It gave Cinderdapple peace to know that her brother could rely on and love...Will I ever find that? The gray and white molly thought to herself, turning her green eyes upward as though the answer was hidden somewhere above her owl-pattered head. She wasn't lonely per se. Truthfully, a mate had never crossed her mind before Drizzlemimic announced his relationship with Hayfeather. While Cinderdapple still had no desire to have a mate anytime soon, she did wonder what the future would hold. Being a warrior in what felt like a trying time with many ambitions never made any tom in YewClan stand out to her.
Cinderdapple only stopped her small patrol once she caught a strong mix of scents from YewClan and the rogues. They were not close to the border but it was within their eyesight. She would not take her apprentice any closer than this, "Let me know if you catch anything." She mewed flatly, not really listening if Monarchpaw responded or acknowledged her direction. Her green eyes seemed unfocused and wandered everywhere - to both where the rogues resided and the stream that eventually led to PlumClan territory. She couldn't imagine they had the same issue with rogues, but perhaps BurdockClan was. Maybe it was worth asking about, or maybe it would make YewClan look weak, either way that was probably the sort of thinking that should be left up to Heavy and Dapplestar.
The gray and white molly padded away from Monarchpaw, allowing her apprentice to have some space to hunt and to not be a distraction. Cinderdapple trusted Monarchpaw's skills, much like Amberpaw's from his progression with Drizzlemimic as his mentor. She was sure the entire litter was rather capable, but Monarchpaw and Amberpaw especially stood out to the warrior - they certainly had their mother's determination. Her paws eventually guided her to another tree nearby from where she left her apprentice and slowly Cinderdapple picked her way up into the branches. Perhaps up here she would get a better vantage point of prey running around, or maybe even the rogues.
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 13, 2024 1:40:59 GMT -5
 GINGERKIT
Sage advice from Scarletdrift! - thinks Hopbramble is scary - x
Gingerkit loved when the nursery was empty. His siblings were fun, but they were so loud! He could barely hear himself think, let alone finish the stories he kept in his head. Seedkit had interrupted one of his favorites last night, where Gingerkit became Gingerstar and he'd had to start over from the beginning! Sometimes, he wished he could sleep all day so he could finish his daydreams.
"Hello Gingerkit," a familiar voice called, and the little tom blinked out of his thoughts. Scarletdrift padded to his side, and took a (very creaky) seat, "would you like to hear some of Scarletdrift's words of wisdom?"
"Yes!" Gingerkit mewed, fur fluffing up in excitement. He loved when the elders came to tell them stories. They'd given him so many new ideas for his own!
"First piece of advice, never let your body get old," Scarletdrift started. Was that something he'd be able to control? If it was, why would any cat chose to get old at all? Gingerkit hid his skepticism behind the wrinkle of his nose, raptly listening to the rest of the elder's advice, "Your joints ache all of the time, and you can't even fight it!
"Something else," Scarletdrift's voice was low, and the kit leaned in, mindful of the older cat's huge paws, "If you plan on sneaking out, pick a time when most cats are distracted, then see if there are any weak spots in the camp walls you can slip through. The dirtplace is always an option if you can't find anywhere else, if you don't mind getting your fur a bit dirty."
Sneak out!? Was that something he could do? Where would he even go? Gingerkit's eyes were round as he thought of all the possibilities. There was so much he could see if he weren't trapped inside camp all the time... although, his nose wrinkled again. The outside had a lot of scary things in it too. Like foxes, or badgers, or Hopbramble.
"My wisdom has been bestowed onto you!" Scarletdrift exclaimed, and Gingerkit nodded enthusiastically.
"Thank you Scarletdrift!"
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 13, 2024 9:53:30 GMT -5
HEAVY — with cinderdapple ( lemonshortbread) & monarchpaw ( Sand) On a whim, Heavy had decided to accompany Cinderdapple and her apprentice Monarchpaw on their training session. With Dapplestar still out of commission, Heavy had put it upon herself to keep up with the current batch of apprentices and their training; it was the job of the deputy to keep an eye on the Clan’s future warriors, but this was something Dapplestar needed to do as well. Yes, she was grieving the loss of Bubblingheart, but she was the Clan leader, and a Clan couldn’t thrive if their leader remained curled in her nest sulking like a kit for seasons upon seasons. Recovery from whitecough was tough, but the tortoiseshell leader had fought off her infection now. The least Dapplestar could do was help in assessing the Clan’s apprentices. The least she could do was help take some of the Clan’s leadership off of Heavy’s shoulders - the calico was deputy, but in the last few moons she felt more like the leader. All of this had helped Heavy come to an important decision. She did not want to be leader after Dapplestar. Fortunately for her she knew she’d never live long enough to see that reality; Dapplestar was seasons younger than Heavy and still had all of her lives. It was more likely that one of the Clan’s current kits would ascend to leadership after Dapplestar. But Heavy had lived long enough to know that terrible things happened. Things that no cat could predict. If anything terrible were to happen she knew she didn’t want to step up as leader. Being deputy was more than enough. Being deputy right now was almost too much. Heavy focused back in on the patrol as they came to a stop, fresh scents of YewClan intermingled with the encroaching rogues washing over her. The calico’s pelt twitched. As a former loner herself, she had no ill will toward those beyond Clan borders, but if they were going to cause a scene and unsheathe their claws, then that’s when Heavy had a problem. And it wasn’t until Cinderdapple told her apprentice to hunt alone while the warrior left that Heavy had a problem. ”Monarchpaw, with me,” she ordered the young gray tabby. Heavy didn’t want to leave the young molly lest she be doing exactly what Cinderdapple was doing. She motioned with her tail for the apprentice to follow after her as she took off after Cinderdapple. The warrior hadn’t gone too far, but by the time Heavy caught up to her she was already picking her way through a tree. The calico lashed her tail, glaring upward. ”Cinderdapple!” Heavy’s claws dug in the ground. She hated being the one to get on to a cat she had raised, but this was all part of being Clan deputy. ”Monarchpaw is a skilled apprentice,” she started tactfully. Her words rang true - she did believe that any kit of Hopbramble’s was a strong and capable cat, but they had not been apprentices for long. Certainly not long enough to be unsupervised with rogues about. ”But just leaving her is not a good idea. There are rogues nearby, with scent in the area!”Rogues that are after her mother and perhaps even her and her littermates… Heavy left that part out. She was annoyed with Cinderdapple and her actions, but she wasn’t going to let it get the best of her. She was going to try to not let it get the best of her. [ I’m only going to have access on mobile for today and some of tomorrow so apologies in advance for not having the usual post layout! ^^; ]
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Post by cometchaos on Aug 13, 2024 10:27:50 GMT -5
 Shadepatch - Herb Gathering with Thrushfleck (grimmreminder )
Is glad to finally be on her paws again-As Shadepatch wandered through the forest with Thrushfleck on the search for moss, she was happy. She was glad that she was finally on her paws again, and that hopefully she could be able to stop any more deaths, which had been happening a lot in the past few moons. Though currently, few cats were at risk of dying from injury or illness.
[[ OOC: sorry for not replying the past couple of moons, had no ideas :( also with the actual finding and gathering the moss part, grimmreminder can start that, I have no ideas on how to start that part myself ]] |
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Post by Sand on Aug 13, 2024 12:06:33 GMT -5
Monarchpaw :
- Hunting training with Cinderdapple & Heavy
- Likes to boss Puddlekit around
The gloomy, overcast weather had no damper on Monarchpaw's mood. She trotted after Cinderdapple and Heavy, elation filling her paws as she followed her around like a kit. Although last moon's patrol was a success for Coppersplash, it had not been for Monarchpaw. She didn't catch anything, but she wasn't going to let it ruin her next patrol.
As the trio arrived at their designated spot, Monarchpaw stood before Cinderdapple, expecting a list of tasks. Maybe even some feedback on how her hunting skills were. Yet Cinderdapple's flat tone said otherwise– she seemed lost, distracted. It appeared her mentor wasn't going to teach her today. With a frown, Monarchpaw's blue gaze followed the grey and white she-cat, who had taken off on her and Heavy. With a frustrated sigh, she rolled her eyes and glanced at the calico briefly. She was told to stay with Heavy and she was going to follow her orders. Yet she wondered if Cinderdapple's behavior was normal for a mentor? This didn't seem right, but Monarchpaw didn't know too much about how mentorships and apprenticeships worked.
She trotted after Heavy, noticing that Cinderdapple had begun to climb a tree. "Isn't she supposed to be my mentor, not some cat who doesn't have an apprentice and do whatever they want?" she blurted out before closing her maw quickly. She shouldn't have spoken, but Monarchpaw couldn't keep everything in. Hopefully Heavy and Cinderdapple would ignore her.
Oops.
The sound of the deputy's tactful tone surprised the dark grey tabby. She had expected Heavy to yell at her mentor, not this. Yet as soon as the calico raised her voice about the rogue scent, Monarchpaw's dark ears flattened against her skull. It appeared that her mentor wasn't being a good mentor at all. Her bright blue gaze wandered, avoiding any eye contact for now– this wasn't an argument she wanted to be a part of.
~ Monarchpaw found herself in the nursery once again. She had decided to distract herself by spending time with Puddlekit. She had found it quite fun lately to boss the young tom around. Even if he didn't like it, Monarchpaw did. She felt powerful in a way and that feeling helped her forget about the argument between Heavy and Cinderdapple.
"Hey, Puddlekit! Since I'm a warrior and you're not, I think you should do something for me," she told him, flicking her tail at the pale ginger kit. "Why don't you fetch me some prey? After all, I had a really long day and I think I deserve some kindness, don't you?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 13, 2024 17:52:38 GMT -5
SLATEFOOT — with seedkit who is adamantly refusing to nap and argues with slatefoot
looking forward to the future
Slatefoot was finding herself spending more and more time in the nursery lately. Not only was Mistleheart in the nursery with her kits, but her brother’s kits were still in the nursery as well. Her heart still heavy from Bubblingheart’s death, Slatefoot found herself unable to go on patrols just yet. She knew she needed to, she knew her Clan needed her between the chill of leaf-bare in the air and the threat of rogues pushing on the border, but she couldn’t get herself to leave camp. Not yet. Not when her former mentor’s death was still so fresh on her mind.
Rather than be a lump on a log, she found herself in the nursery. With so many kits it only made sense for her to help, especially when those kits belonged to her brother and the others belonging to the cat she had once envisioned a life with. If she wasn’t ready for patrols just yet the least she could do was be an honorary nursery helper. She could help give the queens some time to stretch their legs and do other things besides watching their kittens.
But there were times where she’d rather do something else. Right now was one of those times.
”Seedkit, you need to go to sleep.”
”But I’m not tired!” The dappled brown-black and white kit whined. It was clear to Slatefoot that his voice was thick with wariness. Seedkit was tired, but refusing to nap. His littermates were already curled up and on their ways to a peaceful slumber, yet Seedkit was adamant about not going to sleep. Usually he was the easy one to deal with, but Slatefoot supposed even easy kits had their days.
The rosette-splashed warrior drew out a long sigh, the tip of her tail a twitching indication of her budding annoyance. ”Would you argue with Shadepatch about this?”
Seedkit looked up at her, a glare in his yellow-green eyes that were still rimmed with the faintest of kit blue. He puffed his cheeks out, creasing his features in what appeared to be high volume thinking. Slatefoot’s annoyance thinned. He couldn’t find an argument there.
Leaning down she rasped her tongue between Seedkit’s ears, purring. ”Naps help kits grow into strong warriors,” she mused. ”I remember when I’d curl up with Thrushfleck and…”
Brightleaf. How many seasons had it been since her sister had joined StarClan? Too many. It had been so long since she had last gazed upon her sister.
A new heaviness drooped her shoulders as she looked at Seedkit. Had Thrushfleck told his kits about their late sister? Had they even heard the name Brightleaf?
She must have taken too long to say anything else. A loud huff came from the young tom, tail quivering as he lifted it high in the air, a sign of defiance. ”You’re not a warrior like Thrushfleck! I’ve never seen you on a patrol.”
Slatefoot recoiled back, stung as if she had been raked by claws. Seedkit was right. She hadn’t been on a patrol since he and his littermates were born. He really hadn’t seen her on a patrol before. For all he knew she was just a kitless queen, and that was the last thing Slatefoot wanted to be known as. No, she wanted to be deputy. She wanted to be leader one day. If she wanted to accomplish that then she needed to get back out there and tend to her warrior duties. Bubblingheart wouldn’t want her to sit around in camp and sulk all day. Brightleaf wouldn’t want her to be consumed by grief forever.
Steeling herself and shaking off the initial hurt, she looked down at Seedkit with a newfound excitement for the future in her eyes. ”You’re right, but just you wait. I’ll be on a patrol come sunrise!”
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 13, 2024 18:23:15 GMT -5
HAZELPELT
Encountering Plumclan with Heavy & Pondspeckle! - x - x
Winter's gloomy weather couldn't put a dent in Hazelpelt's good mood.
Heavy looked tired, but every bit as beautiful as she usually did. The calico molly's long fur caught the dim sunlight in an enchanting gleam; one Hazelpelt was helpless to follow after. She'd do her best to make this patrol smooth as possible, if anyone deserved a break, it was Heavy. Dapplestar certainly didn't seem keen to help lighten the deputy's workload. A prickle of guilt rose at the, admittedly, uncharitable thought. But surely she wasn't the only one who couldn't help compare their new leader to Bubblingheart. Even at his worst, Hazelpelt could've sworn the old tom still made an effort to take his fair share of work.
Maybe Dapplestar hadn't been ready as he'd hoped after all. She frowned lightly, and then shook her head clear. No use ruminating now, they couldn't undo what had already been done. Hazelpelt tucked away her misgivings, fluffy tail held high as she bounded after Heavy's lead. The Plumclan scent markers were strong today- had they just missed the other clan's own patrol?
Her heart panged. It would've been the perfect opportunity to teach Whisperingpaw... Heavy's example alone would've been invaluable. Maybe she should ask the deputy to join one of their training sessions, once Whisperingpaw recovered. Or a day hunting, just the two of them, with no responsibilities, no clan to take care of. That could be nice.
Ears pricked, she noticed Pondspeckle stop to mark the border, just a little ways behind. Hazelpelt paused, patiently waiting for the young warrior to finish. Movement within the brush across the invisible line caught her eye; carefully she moved closer to Pondspeckle's side. The wind blew in their favor, sending the tart scent of Plumclan warriors to their noses long before the patrol emerged from the wilting greenery. Was that Fawnstar herself?
Silence lingered between the two groups, until a gray tabby Hazelpelt only vaguely recognized stepped forward. "Are Mistleheart and her kits doing well?" the Plumclan molly asked brightly, breaking the subtle standoff.
"Very well," Hazelpelt purred in reply, her fur flattening. No fight today, thank the Stars! It was the last thing they (Heavy) needed right now. She listened attentively, nodding and chiming in with what light gossip she could remember from the last Gathering. For a moment, all was well.
But good things were never meant to last. Hazelpelt's jaw tightened as Pondspeckle spoke up, absentmindedly mentioning the rogues that lingered outside their borders. Her claws dug into the soil, hiding the irritation that crawled under her fur. Hadn't Bubblingheart taught him when to keep his mouth shut? |
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Post by whispering on Aug 13, 2024 20:03:52 GMT -5
Hayfeather 
walk alone in the forest + confesses his feelings to drizzlemimic
mentions drizzlemimic & ravenkit Sapphirejas chocolatemilk7
The days seemed to drag on since Bubblingheart's death. Hayfeather could hardly believe a moon had passed. Beneath his grief, there was guilt. The constant reminder that his moping wasn't feeding any of his clanmates. It was helping no one. There were cats who were genuinely out of commission due to injury. And then there was him. Although he wasn't the only cat heavily impacted by their former leader's death, it didn't reassure him.
But, no matter how hard he tried to persevere, the gray cat could not overcome the emptiness that consumed him. Bubblingheart had not been his kin. He had not even been his mentor. Pondspeckle was. And even his brother was doing a better job coping with the ginger elder's death. Even so, Bubblingheart was still an important paternal figure- a trusted friend and advisor. To everyone, not just Hayfeather. His eyes always gleamed with kindness, and his laughter could brighten any room. He'd sacrificed his life time and time again for his clanmates. But more than that, deep down, Hayfeather knew Bubblingheart would have wanted to continue living after his departure.
So today was going to be different, he decided late that night. He would rise before the dawn patrol and walk to clear his head.
And rise before the sun he did.
Hayfeather moved purposely under the trees, taking in the sights and scents, noticing all he'd missed in the past two moons. His tabby fur fluffed out against the chill. He'd grown unaccustomed to the cold after being holed up in camp for long. The dew-frosted grass crunched beneath his feet. Too bad I missed the last few days of leaf-fall. The hardened ground was only the beginning of the hardships to come in leaf-bare. The night critters began to fall silent as the first streaks of light reached the forest. His breath escaping in puffs of air before him. Pausing, he gazed up at the graying sky.
It was oddly serene out here. Peaceful. Alone, in the dead of the morning, with only he and his thoughts. The most quiet he'd heard in his mind for days. It gave him a chance to think of the future. His goals. Being confined in camp hadn't helped much. Maybe I should have listened to Frozenlaurel's advice sooner. Many of his clanmates recommended he get some fresh air. But Hayfeather always declined, never going out further than the clearing. A mistake that had been.
He thought of the concern that clouded their faces whenever they faced him. His friends, his family, Drizzlemimic. A fresh wave of guilt washed over him at the thought of the gray and white tom. He had been so lost in his depression he hadn't given the tom any of his time or attention. Would he lose feelings for Hayfeather because of his distance? That thought alone made his belly churn and his claws flex anxiously into the hard dirt. Bubblingheart wouldn't have wanted his clanmates to let life live them. To watch as their loved ones moved on because one was too stuck in the past. He would say to follow your heart.
Of course! Newfound energy surged through him as he realized what he must do. Life was not promised. Something terrible could happen at any moment and he could lose the one he loved. He had to seize this moment. Turning tail, Hayfeather briskly trotted back to camp, eager to pour out his heart to the cat that meant the most to him. A squirrel crossed his path leaving a trail of fear-scent. He flashed after the skinny rodent, pouncing and killing it quickly before continuing forward.
It didn't take long for Hayfeather to spot Drizzlemimic after he deposited the squirrel onto the pile. The young Ravenkit complimented his squirrel, and he purred a quick thank you, warmed by the praise. Perhaps seizing his moment was already favoring him.
"Drizzlemimic!" He called before the tom could go about his duties. He had to say this now. "I went for a walk this morning, and I did a lot of thinking. I've been too sad to show up for my Clan- to show up for you. And I'm sorry. Death is inevitable and it could happen at the most unexpected time, and I realize, I would never be able to forgive myself if anything happened and I never expressed how I feel about you ." His eyes were wet with emotion, "I love you. I will always love you. Bubblingheart and Stormmask's deaths have made me see how much you mean to me. And I cannot go another day holding it in."
"Will you be my mate?'
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, and POOR POOR WHORLDUSK!!!! 
