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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 24, 2024 15:13:12 GMT -5
 Cinderdapple
YewClan Camp | w/ Spottedfur Sand
Relaxes after her tasks
Listens to Spottedfur's story (--)
There. The camp entrance looks better now. Cinderdapple thought to herself with some pride in her work. She had not been sent out on a patrol yet, but she was awake so rather than loaf around camp, the warrior figured she could fortify some of the camp walls. It had been about a half moon since finding the body of that unfortunate tom on patrol. It was difficult getting the image of his twisted, mangled body out of her head. Cinderdapple wasn't sure what she expected the rogues to be capable of since so far their aggression had been limited to prey stealing and random attacks. This incident though was the most gruesome of them all. Sometimes during the darkest moments in the night, the gray and white molly could have sworn on StarClan that she saw the translucent figure of the gray tabby tom wander among YewClan's trees. Most of the time it felt like a trick of the light, other times it felt more real. Last night on one of her walks to clear her head, she saw the translucent shape again, but for the first time he seemed to notice her too, and when his yellow eyes turned to face Cinderdapple, she practically jumped out of her rosette-spotted pelt.
She was convinced it was the trauma of the event that continued to haunt her since. The dark played tricks on even the sharpest of eyes and those were the only moments she would see him. Why would he not be among his ancestors? Why would his ghost - if that's what it was - linger among the woods, always searching for someone or something? What if he's searching for his body? The warrior thought with a shiver. She shook her head vigorously as if she could physically throw off the speculations and memory. But his clouded yellow eyes and open jaw from his last desperate cries for help felt permanently etched into her vision. Maybe she needed another distraction than cleaning. She was done with her duties for now anyway and Monarchpaw was out gathering moss.
The gray and white molly padded over to the elder's den to see Spottedfur. She missed the old tom, and she hadn't wanted to bother him much while he grieved other than some small talk in passing. while he wasn't related to her by blood, Spottedfur felt like family. She ducked her owl-patterned head into the elder's den, making her way over to his nest once she confirmed he was awake, "Hey Spottedfur." She greeted warmly, but with a distance in her tone that revealed her distracted mind. "Do you have a moment?" Cinderdapple sat down beside his his next, folding her paws under herself, "...I've been having the strangest visions lately. You know the patrol I was on that found that tom on the border? I keep seeing him. Both in my mind but also somehow in the woods?" Her voice waivered a little, she was not at all confident in what she was saying. "I don't know. Maybe it was just so horrifying I haven't gotten over it but I swear he knows I see him - well, if he's real anyway." She corrected herself. "I think I just need a distraction." She finally admitted.
[OOC: in case you need ideas maybe this could be where they talk about their shared ghost sense or something to that effect and it doesn't make her feel any better? just an idea!] |
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Post by asrise on Aug 24, 2024 15:51:51 GMT -5
div style="width:80%;margin:auto;border:#000000 5px solid;"]  Gustkit “Hey Gustkit! Wanna spar against me?” Monarchpaw called out. Gustkit shook out of his place in the bush, raining down needles on his silver coat. Oh wow! An apprentice like Monarchpaw… wants to spar with a kit like me? “Yesyesyes! Let’s spar! I can take you, you’re not even a warrior yet!” Gustkit crowed, bouncing around and crouching as if ready to pounce already. He padded into the middle of the clearing, feeling very grown up indeed as he sloppily took his position against Monarchpaw. OOC --  |
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Post by Dew on Aug 25, 2024 8:08:15 GMT -5
Foxclove Purred all night, overflowing with love & Border patrol || with Hopbramble, Petalpaw Foxclove, Petalpaw, and Hopbrable all left camp and headed for Plumclan's border. Her mind didn't focus on the patrol yet though, because her thoughts kept going back to last night. She had spent some to with Mistleheart, which they had been doing a lot more as of late. Foxclove had Mistleheart had both admitted that they had a small crush on the other, and wanted to see how it would go. They weren't really together, just hanging out. If they chose someone else to mate with, that would be fine too, because they weren't actually official. But last night Foxclove had been in the nursery, and they had stayed with each other all night, purring.
Today was raining and dreary however, which wasn't so fun. But, it was Petalpaw's first border patrol! Hopbramble was leading it, which did make Foxclove a little nervous. Hopbramble had alwasy been hostile to her, because she didn't think that she was good enough as a warrior, or good enough to train Petalpaw.
As got closer to the Plumclan border, the patrol caught sight of a flash of orange, only to see Fawnstar truspasing on their territory! Two other cats were behind her, but at the sight of the Yewclan patrol, they all fled. "What was that about?" Foxclove though aloud.
No cat was really sure, and since the Plumclan patrol was out of sight, they just marked the border. Foxclove tried her best to cover up the Plumclan scent masking it with her strong Yewclan one, and she thought she did a pretty good job. "What should we tell Dapplestar?" She inquired on their way home.  [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by Dew on Aug 25, 2024 8:18:47 GMT -5
Whisperingpaw Training patrol & Congratulates Hopbramble for a good catch (+) || with Hazelpelt, Heavy, Puddlepaw Whipseringpaw was going on her first training patrol in moons! In fact, it was her first time outside of camp since she had gotten whitecough. She really hoped that she would catch up with her littermates, and was mad that she was put on a patrol with Puddlepaw, who was three moons younger than her. She was a better fighter, why didn't she get to patrol with her littermates?
The mock battle started, and Whisperingpaw faced off against Puddlepaw. They fought for a minute or two before Heavy and Hazelpelt called it off. She was listening to what they were telling her, but sh just didn't get it all too well! No cat looked very happy, and Whisperingpaw herself was not spared.
She had beaten Puddlepaw, but only barely. He had almost won! But.. she was older than him! Why wasn't she better? It's because I was not able to train for three moons! What if we graduate at the same time?! That would be humiliating! That would probably mean that she would graduate three moons after her littermates, and with Puddlepaw. She didn't have anything against the yellow tom, but she really didn't want to graduate with him.
Now back at camp, Whisperingpaw's mood didn't get much better. Her siblings were still out training, and her training session had been cut short. She didn't even learn much! Then another cat caught her eye, her mother, Hopbramble, padding into camp with a large mouse!
"Wow Hopbramble, that's a really good catch!" She mewed, padding over to her mother. "Where did you find it?" Whisperingpaw questioned. Maybe she and Hazelpelt could go there tomorrow and see if she could find something large for the fresh-kill pile! [ [poor girl :( ]] |
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Post by asrise on Aug 25, 2024 17:31:45 GMT -5
Gustkit Eats poisoned fresh kill and dies Gustkit rushed to the fresh-kill pile right after he woke up. Oh stars, am I hungry! He thought, stopping for just a moment to eye a juicy mouse… just the perfect size for him to gorge himself on! He pulled it out and trotted back to the nursery. Mistleheart offered to tear the mouse up for him, but he shook his head vehemently. “I’m a big kit! I don’t need you to help me eat!” Gustkit mewled. He began to tug at the mouse, eating messily as he swallowed it down. After a few bites, Gustkit noticed it didn’t taste all that great… all bitter, eugh! He pushed it away, not taking another bite.
He wouldn’t go back to finish it. His stomach started to hurt, flipping and turning. He dropped down, snuggling with Mistleheart. “Ughhh… Moooom… I don’t feel good…” Gustkit groaned, pressing his face into her white fur. His belly grew bloated, and the pain only grew as he tried to rest. Suddenly he felt hot under his pelt and he squirmed, shivering at the feeling. “Ghghhh… I-I’m r-really not feeling good… I w-want to see Shadepatch, now!” Hopefully the medicine cat could make it all better… right?
But when he got there, his head was already hazy with sickness. He barely noticed a beleaguered Flashpaw and Shadepatch or the other warriors lying on the moss beds… Gingerpaw, Frozenlaurel and Foxclove, as far as he could recognize. Gustkit lay with him, his limbs feeling heavy. He looked at Mistleheart with fading eyes. “Mom… don’t leave… Can’t I just stay with you?” He lay with her for what seemed like eternity, before the pain numbed, and his limbs began to grow light… It was time to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I will go out to play.
OOC -- Waaahhhh!!!  I wasn’t expecting to do another death scene so quickly. Even though I haven’t had much time with Gustkit, the death of a kit is hard to write. |
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Post by Dew on Aug 25, 2024 21:38:17 GMT -5
Foxclove Eats poisoned fresh-kill and dies & Touches noses with Bubblingheart || with Bubblingheart Foxclove had had a long day. Petalpaw's littermates (minus Whisperingpaw) had all been made warriors only a few sunrises ago, but Petalpaw hadn't. She wasn't sure if Petalpaw was upset, but Foxclove knew how crushing it was to be held back. And it's my fault. If she had been a better mentor... would Petalpaw have graduated on time? Would she have her warrior name alongside her littermates? It wasn't something she would dwell on now. She and Petalpaw had been working hard the past few days, and Foxclove was tired. She just wanted to eat and rest....
Padding over to the fresh-kill pile, Foxclove got to her paws and plucked a rabbit from the pile, trying to see if there was any cat she could share it with. Spotting Frozenlaurel by himself, Foxclove beckoned him over and they sat down to eat together. It didn't take long for the rabbit to be eaten, and they two went their separate ways.
It didn't come instantly. No, Foxclove had gone to the warriors den to nap, and she had closed her eyes to rest. But when she had woken up... she knew something was wrong. Her stomach hurt and her eyes felt dreary and tired. It took all her might to stumble out of the den and get to the warriors den, were she colassped. To her horror, Frozenlaurel was there too, as well as Gingerpaw and Gustkit. "Did- did you eat the prey too?" The sentence didn't make any sense. They might have eaten prey yes, but she didn't even know it was the prey that was making them sick.
The four cats lounged in the medicine den for what felt like seasons, even if it might have been mere minutes. Gustkit was the first to fall, with Mistleheart at her side. The kit closed his eyes and stopped breathing. We're all going to die. Mistleheart wailed, and Foxclove rested her head on her paws.
"Mistleheart, tell Whorldusk that I love him, and that I didn't want to leave him. And Mistleheart, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about Gustkit I'm-" She cut off, not wanted to say the words. "I want you to be happy Mistleheart. I'm not going to tell you what to do but... consider Slatefoot. She loves you, and she cares for you." And with that, Foxclove closed her eyes for the last time.
She woke in Starclan. Foxclove didn't know how she knew, but she just did. A part of her, most of her was sad to have left the living world behind. Whorldusk, Mistleheart, Slatefoot, Petalpaw. Her apprentice! What was to happen now? Hopefully she gets a better mentor.
After her eyes took in the surroundings, Foxclove took in the cats. All the cats that had eaten the prey were here too, including Gustkit. He was hanging around a black queen, and for now he seemed perfectly content.
Then she found the cat she was looking for. Or one of them at least. Bubblingheart was there, staring at her with an expression full of mixed grief and happiness. Foxclove ran over and embraced him, touching noses with her father. "Bubblingheart!" Foxclove mewed, purring. At least I'll be able to spend time with him and Blizzardkit. I can apologize! "Where- where's Blizzardkit?" She asked. Bubblingheart looked at her with a solemn expression.
"She's not here Foxclove." Bubblingheart mewed, sending ripples of shock throughout her body. "What do you mean?" She asked, bewildered. "What-" Bubblingheart cut her off, sitting down. "She's with the living cats, living out her days in Plumclan as Blizzardpaw. She is mentored by Cloverfur, and her Plumclan mother is Leopardcry, with her father Fogshard." Bubblingheart explained slowly. Blizzardkit is alive? And in Plumclan?
Foxclove sat down and thought. it made sense but.... She had a recollection of meeting Blizzardpaw at a gathering once or twice, and had found the she-cat to seem familiar. It was the way she acted, as well as just the well she felt. "Well hopefully she has a good long life in Plumclan." Foxclove mewed.
"Now tell me, there aren't any hawks in Starclan, right?"
@tag [[ it would be cute if Petal or Whispering's names ended in -fox ]] |
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Post by polarized on Aug 26, 2024 10:33:59 GMT -5
 Wrenkit Sneaks out of camp to visit Frozenlaurel’s grave {--} with Mistleheart It wasn’t fair. Wrenkit snuggled into Mistleheart’s fur for any kind of warmth or support. Just the other moon was she playing with Gustkit, teasing her brother for climbing trees like a squirrel. How she wished she could take that back. She hadn’t even got to say sorry before he was gone. Mistleheart said he was safe in Starclan, but Wrenkit hated that! “Gustkit shouldn’t be in Starclan! He should be down here playing with me!” She pouted, yowling to her mother in anger. She stomped her paw, then left the nursery. How could she become an apprentice without Gustkit? Would he get to ever become a warrior? It just didn’t make sense! She went to find her father Frozenlaurel, maybe he would understand what she meant. She had seen him enter the medicine den earlier. She walked into the medicine den, asking for her father.
“He’s dead.” The words stung to her like a thorn in her fluffy kitten fur. Gustkit… and Frozenlaurel? Why was Starclan taking all of her kin! She ran out of the medicine den, sneaking by the warriors at the entrance of the camp. She had never been out of camp before, she realised, as she walked on the dirt. Even if the tiny kit didn’t know where she was going, it felt like she did. It felt like every bone in her body was telling her to follow this path. Massive, warrior pawprints were stuck in the ground, leading every tiny kitten paw step. She eventually reached a massive mound of dirt in the ground. She stared at the ground, confused. She reached to feel the dirt with her nose. “Frozenlaurel? Are you there? I know your busy with your Starclan duties… but can we finally have that game of moss-ball?” |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2024 20:35:56 GMT -5
Heavy »
notices a rabbit acting strange with whorldusk - Sapphirejas
& puddlepaw - @
strategizing & thinks mistleheart is brave
The scent of rabbit was strong, tantalizing and nearby. Heavy couldn’t stop herself from swiping her tongue over her muzzle, whiskers quivering at the thought of a good meal. Leaf-bare had dwindled their prey supply to low supply, leaving empty bellies and hungry warriors. Now that newleaf was upon them it was time to restock the fresh-kill pile and grow plump off of plentiful prey. No longer did they have to go to bed with growling stomachs.
Heavy silently stalked through the newly grown undergrowth, the forest once again lush and vibrant. The rains that had rolled through had livened the territory up once more, casting shade and shadows where leaf-bare had left bareness and frostbite. Careful pawsteps, silent upon the forest floor, she eased closer and closer, jaws watering, claws unsheathing. A plump rabbit would make for a good meal, and not only that, but the morale of the Clan would rise if they saw a rabbit on the fresh-kill pile.
But all this excitement came to a chilling halt when Heavy finally got a glimpse of the rabbit. Plump as it was, the agouti colored creature was hunched, its head drawn awkwardly close to its dewlap. Its flanks heaved with sharp, shallow breaths, and while rabbits were known to be fast breathers even while resting, this pattern of breathing was unusually fast, eerily so. Its eyes, round and watery with fever, were bugged, the whites of its eyes showing even from here. Heavy cursed under her breath, a hiss loud enough for the rabbit to have heard yet it remained where it was, hunched and suffering. This was no ordinary rabbit. This was no healthy rabbit.
No words uttered, Heavy stuck her tail out in front of both Whorldusk and Puddlepaw. As tempting as it was, no cat was allowed to go after this rabbit. It was clearly sick, and the last thing the deputy wanted was to bring back tainted prey. ”Look,” she mewed, gesturing toward the rabbit. Even a blind kit would be able to tell that the animal was in distress. ”No cat is to hunt that rabbit, okay? Rabbits aren’t meant to act like that.” She glanced at Puddlepaw. This was more so for the young tom to hear, but she wanted Whorldusk to listen as well, she just expected the warrior to have already learned his lessons about when prey was meant to be caught and when it was meant to be left alone. ”If you ever suspect that prey is sick, don’t catch it. Prey like that can make the Clan sick if they eat it, and depending on the disease we could lose Clanmates.” She stood there for a moment longer, allowing her words to sink into Puddlepaw’s mind. She took one last glance toward the rabbit, the creature still hunched and breathing rapidly, clearly not going to make it through the night. If not for the fact that its very blood could be poisoned, Heavy would have at least killed it to take it out of its misery, but Heavy wasn’t about to risk catching something.
With a deflated sigh she turned on her paws. For as much as she wanted to continue the hunt, something like this was important. Dapplestar needed to hear of this so that the Clan could be on the lookout for any other diseased prey. ”Come on, let’s head back to camp.”
She had every intention to report this to Dapplestar immediately, but once the patrol had returned to camp, Heavy paused, frozen in her steps.
Shared among her Clanmates were two dispatched rabbits, cats already having consumed a good portion of both rabbits’ flesh.
Heavy’s blood turned to ice. Please let those rabbits be healthy…!
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It only took a few hours for the first cats to fall ill.
Gustkit was the first to complain about a stomach ache, the young kit being brought to Shadepatch already lethargic and out of it. Then it was Frozenlaurel, the gray tabby hunched in pain and having to be escorted to the medicine cat den. Foxclove followed suit, tail drooping and eyes glistening with fever. The next victim was Gingerpaw, Heavy’s grandson whimpering about how bad his stomach ached.
Heavy had not been able to sleep that night. Not many cats could, the groans and whimpers of their sick Clanmates creating a macabre melody as night fell.
Gustkit was pronounced dead first, the kit’s tiny body unable to find the resources to beat the poison. Foxclove had lost her battle next, and soon Frozenlaurel and Gingerpaw succumbed to the poison as well.
All it took was two rabbits. Two rabbits and now four of her Clanmates were gone.
Heavy shivered. What if they had caught that third rabbit? What if her patrol had made it back to camp in time to tell the Clan not to catch or eat any rabbits? What had they done to deserve such heartache?
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As if all the death wasn’t enough, just a few days later it became apparent that Flax and Thrushfleck were missing. The two had gone on patrol together only to never return. Heavy had been quick to assign a search party with her at the head, desperate to find her son. A part of her couldn’t help but wonder if this had something to do with the rogues, if Flax had something to do with her son’s disappearance. Suspicion and anger led her on, but when the sun had drifted down below the trees and started sinking into the horizon, Heavy had forced herself to stop. All that was left of her son was his scent intermingled with Flax’s, the so-called healer still smelling like the rogue he was. Her claws had unsheathed and her fur had bristled - she had lost her daughter many moons ago. Heavy had to watch as Brightleaf’s body was taken from camp and buried much too early. The calico didn’t want to outlive another one of her kits. She had to hope that Thrushfleck was still out there. Not only for her sake, but for the sake of Shadepatch and their kits. Ravenpaw and Seedpaw… How were they supposed to explain to the already grieving siblings that their father was lost?
Anger wasn’t an emotion that Heavy felt often, but right now, with the current happenings, Heavy was fueled by rage. Something in her gut was telling her that these rogues pushing at their borders had their paws into all this despair. Were they poisoning their prey, weakening the Clan cats so that they could steal their members? Were they trying to pick off as many Clan cats as they could so that if they invaded they’d have the upper paw? Heavy growled; she wasn’t about to let that happen. Too many cats had just lost their lives with many of her Clanmates now lost in their grief. One cat she was surprised to see still up on their paws and attending to Clan duties was Mistleheart, the mother of Gustkit. The deputy felt a surge of respect toward the white and gray molly. She was brave, braver than most in the face of the death of a kit. Bubblingheart had aptly named her all those seasons ago.
But it was cats like Mistleheart that kept Heavy going as well. Friends falling ill, her own kin dying and getting stolen… All of this had to stop. Something had to be done about this all.
So Heavy isolated herself from her Clanmates throughout the following days, compiling and putting together ideas in hopes of putting an end to this all before it became even worse.
Slatefoot »
comforting seedpaw during training - @ -
notices hayfeather hasn't been doing anything - @ -
seedpaw: breaks down & likes talking to scarletdrift
It was cruel of Dapplestar to assign Slatefoot an apprentice right after Foxclove’s death. It felt as if the leader was mocking her somehow, forcing her to remember all the moons she had spent training Bubblingheart’s daughter only for her to succumb to death much too soon. Slatefoot wanted to mourn, but she had no time for such a thing. Her grief had been forcefully buried alongside Foxclove. Crueler yet but she was taking over the training of Seedpaw, one of her brother’s kits. The same brother that had just gone missing one day and never returned to camp, the harsh scent of rogues wafting in the air where her brother had last been known to be. She was in charge of Seedpaw, the littermate of Gingerpaw, her nephew that had followed in Foxclove’s poison-stained paws to StarClan.
Slatefoot wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle looking at Seedpaw, constantly reminded of everything that had happened in just a few short days.
At the same time she wondered if this was Dapplestar’s way of forcing Slatefoot to not dip her paws into sorrow once more. She had been out of commission for seasons after Bubblingheart’s death, and with so many Clanmates gone now and others allowed to stay in camp to mourn, YewClan couldn’t afford another warrior not participating in patrols and hunting. They were down a few warriors already due to grief, Hayfeather being one of them. The tom was allowed to mourn, his father had been lost due to contaminated prey, but surely a fine warrior such as Hayfeather could pick up some slack and hunt. With rogues on their tails and rumors of PlumClan at war with BurdockClan, YewClan needed every cat prepared to serve and protect their Clan.
Not even Slatefoot could afford to grieve, regardless of how badly she wanted to.
Determined to keep her mind off of all the tragedy this last moon had brought and eager to make sure Seedpaw stayed on track - the last thing she wanted was for him to be stuck as an apprentice like she and Foxclove had been - Slatefoot had brought the young tom out for some training. All had been going well, the tabby and white ‘paw demonstrating the battle moves Pondspeckle had showed him this far, but Seedpaw made it only so far before Slatefoot noticed the trembling in his legs, the tightness in his shoulders, and the water in his eyes. A simple ‘is everything fine’ had been asked, and that’s when the dam broke and out came the flood.
Seedpaw stared at Slatefoot with wide, desperate eyes as he plopped down onto the ground, crumbling like a leaf. He slouched, front paws sliding forward until his entire belly was on the ground, his chin resting pitifully on his paws. His entire body shuddered. Slatefoot could tell he was clearly trying to hold back a sob, albeit doing a terrible job at it. Her heart ached. Not only had he lost his father, but he had lost his littermate as well, and now his assigned mentor had pulled away from him to grieve. Slatefoot swallowed her own grief. She herself had lost a sibling, both of her siblings now, and a mentor. She could understand the grief Seedpaw was going through, but unlike Seedpaw, her losses had all happened after she had become a warrior. Slatefoot never had to deal with grief this early on.
Slatefoot eased herself around Seedpaw’s small body, wrapping around him as a mother would their kit. She rasped her tongue between his ears, hoping to still the shivers that coursed through him.
”Slatefoot, does…does StarClan hate us?” So pitiful and meek his words were, drenched in sorrow and cracking with disbelief.
The warrior flattened her ears, silent. It did seem like StarClan was mad at them, didn’t it? Rogues on the rampage, poisoned prey, war beyond the borders…
”Is it because I’m not a good apprentice?”
That question jolted Slatefoot back to reality. She couldn’t even begin to put into words the hurt that wrapped around her heart at her nephew’s assumption. What a heavy burden for an apprentice to feel. ”No, no, no,” she muttered, nuzzling into the young tom’s fur, praying to every ancestor in the sky that she could help make him feel better. ”That has nothing to do with that. I mean, you aren’t a bad apprentice. You have no fault in any of this. Sometimes…sometimes bad things just happen,” she murmured, lapping her tongue between his ears once more, snuggling in closer to his tiny body. Had she been this small when she had been an apprentice? Slatefoot couldn’t image it, but all cats had started small. But that wasn’t the point in all of this. Seedpaw was upset, and she wanted him to feel better. ”I never had to really deal with a lot during my apprenticeship, but I felt uncertain plenty of times when I was still Slatepaw. Bubblingheart had to put up with so much!” The tightness in her chest eased ever so slightly at the thought of her mentor and friend.
Seedpaw perked up somewhat, watery eyes blinking up at Slatefoot. ”Really?” He asked, voice still wobbly but marginally better.
Slatefoot nodded. ”I was always so worried about becoming a warrior, especially after I fell behind on training because of a sprained paw. I learned that you have to focus on the things you enjoy rather than what upsets you. What are things you enjoy, Seedpaw?” Perhaps this would be a good way to help ease his mind, and not only that, but she would get to learn more about her nephew.
The young apprentice shuffled against Slatefoot, sniffling. ”Um, well… I… I, uh, guess I like helping out around camp, and, hmm, I really like talking to Scarletdrift. He’s so cool!” A flash of happiness returned to Seedpaw’s eyes for a brief moment, his gaze eventually casting back down. His head shook, body sinking deeper into Slatefoot’s pelt. ”Thanks for…letting me talk. I guess you’re pretty upset too, I mean, Thrushfleck and Gingerpaw are just as much kin to you as they are to me.”
The warrior’s tail-tip twitched, thinking on his words. He was right. She was upset, but she had to set that aside for the sake of Seedpaw and her Clan. But she could admit to it. ”I am, but life must go on. Every cat swears to give their life for YewClan. We all know it’s hard living wild, but that’s what we chose. Life isn’t easy so we must make the most of it while we can.”
Seedpaw was silent for a moment before nodding, peeking up once more. ”Yeah, make the most of it,” he repeated before slowly shuffling his way out of Slatefoot’s embrace. Puffing his chest out and raising his tail, he looked toward Slatefoot. ”I’ll be the best warrior I can be!”
Grief loosened even more around her heart, freeing herself from the sorrow she felt. Pushing herself up to her paws, Slatefoot nodded, smiling at her nephew. ”Come on, let’s make you the best warrior ever, then!” Without another word the two jumped right into training, both eager to make the most of the day.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 26, 2024 21:00:25 GMT -5
Cinderdapple
YewClan Camp | w/ Dawnshade, Whisperingpaw chocolatemilk7 Dew
On watch with Dawnshade
Swaps prey with Whisperingpaw
"I'll catch you later, Whisperingpaw" It was difficult to leave her cozy meal with Whisperingpaw and begin with her guarding duties. The rain poured down in heavy sheets, turning the world into a blur of muted shadows and trembling leaves. The forest has not felt dry for many moons between the rain and snow. Puddles littered their territory, the streams were flooding and turbulent. High above the forest floor in the branches of pine trees just outside YewClan camp, Cinderdapple and Dawnshade were perched, both their pelts slick with rainwater. The more senior of the two was scanning the clearing below with her emerald eyes. This new duty left much to be desired, but with the chaos YewClan was experiencing, the Heavy's newest strategy felt necessary to Cinderdapple too.
The gray and white warrior would shift her weight on her branch every now and again, trying to find a more comfortable position in vain, flicking the excess water from her ears and tail. She turned her owl-masked head briefly towards Dawnshade, facing his black tabby half, "How many mice are you willing to bet the rogues are curled up somewhere dry, laughing at us?" She chuckled lightly, but the memory of their lost clanmates hung heavy between them. Normally she wasn't one to try and crack jokes but humor was necessary now. The deaths of 4 of her clanmates to sick prey were heart-wrenching and quick. They walked among StarClan practically overnight. Such young lives were snatched away over some bad food - and rabbits again of all things. Cinderdapple will never touch a rabbit for the rest of her life; those overgrown rodents are always afflicted with disease.
If only she could believe the rogues were asleep. They thrive in this muck. It was in this sort of muck a few sunrises ago that Thrushfleck and Flax went missing, and when a search party was sent out, all that was found was matted fur, rogue scent, and several extra sets of pawprints. Cinderdapple couldn't help but feel like Flax had a paw in it, but then, why Thrushfleck? Was he collateral damage or would YewClan hear of ransom soon?
The rain continued to beat down, a steady drum that masked many of the forest's usually sounds. Cinderdapple's ears twitched with unease, her claws digging into the bark. How would either of them be able to see what or who was out there? "Congratulations again on becoming...a warrior..." Her voice trailed off as movement on the ground caught her eye. Hardly more than a shadow, but certainly cat-shaped, Cinderdapple squinted to shield her eyes from the rain and keep focus. Two more figures appeared and began digging up some prey that was buried earlier. It must have been a hunting party, but one of them was keeping watch and then another smeared something on the rabbit that they dug up...before burying it again.
Those are not YewClan cats. She flattened herself against the branch, motioning with her tail for Dawnshade to the same, waiting with baited breath but kept watch over their movements. They could not sound the alarm yet. They would need to wait until the rogues were gone and then investigate. Eventually after digging up several piles of prey - primarily rabbits - and repeating the process, the strange cats slunk off into the dark woods, melting into the rain and shadows. Cinderdapple scrabbled down her pine tree and beckoned Dawnshade to follow, beelining for the buried prey. She dug up the rabbit again, being careful to not grab it with her teeth and studied the wounds inflicted on the rabbits from when they were caught. But something about them didn't look right, they were more red, and didn't smell like blood. With a careful sniff and bend of her head she studied it closer. Her eyes rounded with horror and her head shot back up when she realized what the rogues had smeared against the rabbit's wounds. The gray and white molly couldn't take her eyes off of the tainted creature, trembling as she spoke, "Frozenlaurel...Foxclove...Gingerpaw....Gustkit...it wasn't the rabbit." Cinderdapple turned to face her patrol partner, staring into this heterochromatic eyes, "Those were death berries."
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Post by stormshade1 on Aug 26, 2024 23:23:22 GMT -5
 Pondspeckle Grieving (@)
No. This couldn’t be happening.
Coppersplash died, then Gustkit, and now Frozenlaurel? Frozenlaurel. No. No, no, no! He couldn’t be dead. His father couldn’t be dead. The one who had cared for him for so many moons, protected him from so many rogues, saved the Clan so many times – he was dead. No. No. No. No. No! No! He. Could. Not. Be. Dead!
Wake up, wake up, wake up!
Pondspeckle was dreaming. He must be dreaming. He squeezed his eyes shut. Wake up, wake up! He had to wake up! No, no, no, no! He curled tighter around himself. Wake UP!
...
He wasn’t dreaming, was he. It was all real. All. Real.
How was Pondspeckle supposed to continue? Supposed to go on? He couldn’t. What was the point? Frozenlaurel was everything. Everything. How would he go on? Why... Why would he go on? No. It wasn’t possible. Without his father, everything was meaningless.
The world dulled to a quiet murmur as Pondspeckle lay beside Frozenlaurel at his vigil. It must have been the middle of the night. There was not many cats out there still. Most of them stayed a few hours to honor the fallen cats, then went to sleep. Pondspeckle didn’t understand how they were so okay with that. With Frozenlaurel dead. How could they live on?
He knew Hayfeather felt the same as him. He wanted to comfort him, but couldn’t bring himself to leave his position next to Frozenlaurel’s cold body. It was dark, the only light being shed by the small sliver of moon that was left in the sky.
At some point, it started raining. It drenched Pondspeckle’s pelt. Maybe the sky was crying for Frozenlaurel. Pondspeckle couldn’t feel the rain. The cold was numb to him. There was nothing but Frozenlaurel in his world at the moment. And Frozenlaurel was dead.
*****
“Come, you two. Stay behind me.”
Cats, all of them lunging for him at the same time.
A flurry of claws.
“It’s... it’s okay now, you can... you can come out now.”
Laurel slowly walking towards the stack of tires they had called home.
Laurel licking his wounds after he told them a story, put them to sleep.
The comforting rumble of his pelt as he curled around them.
Pond’s sureness that everything would be okay.
*****
Nothing was okay.
*****
“I have food!”
It was okay. Zelda may have left them early, but Laurel always provided.
Their stomachs were full and content.
They fell asleep happy.
That day was one of the good days.
*****
Would he ever be okay again?
*****
Warmth.
Zelda.
Milk.
Smells, sounds.
Sights.
His parents wrapped around him and Hay.
Loving words.
Promises.
“I’ll love you forever. Even when we’re apart.”
Sleep.
*****
It would never be like that again.
*****
“He’ll be back soon. He never leaves us for long.”
The rain pouring down.
The box that they stayed in when it rained.
Claws on cement.
“Laurel?”
Limping over to the two shivering forms.
No food.
They fell asleep hungry that night.
Hungry and cold.
But Laurel was there.
He always would be, Pond knew.
*****
But he wasn’t.
*****
Gripping Laurel’s back.
Squeals of joy.
The sun shining bright overhead.
Warmth on their coats.
Laurel parading them around.
Almost falling off, Laurel grabbing his scruff just in time.
Purrs so hard that they shook Pond’s body.
His paws scrabbling for a better hold.
Laurel setting them down for a break.
*****
He couldn’t go back.
*****
Trees high above him.
Stomachs empty, growling.
“I’ll find food soon.”
Birds shouting from the treetops.
Pond crouching under his father.
Fear coursing through his body.
New place.
Unfamiliar place.
Strange place.
He wanted to go back.
Back to the city.
Laurel leaving them.
Coming back with food.
Not normal food.
Weird food.
But he ate it.
He was so hungry.
*****
Never again.
*****
Cats.
Three cats.
Gray one, light orange one, dark orange one.
Pond and Hay hiding in the bush.
Sharp hiss.
Laurel crouching in front of the bush.
Dark orange coming closer.
Claws struck out.
Missed their target.
Light orange talking.
Laurel turning.
Talking.
Turning back to look at them.
“Follow me.”
*****
STOP!
*****
Orange cat on top of a rock.
Words he couldn’t quite remember.
Laurel turning to him and –
*****
ENOUGH!
Stop. Stop. Stop.
Pondspeckle wanted it to stop.
It did. His senses returned to his body. Cold. Wet. Dark. He closed his eyes.
“Wake up, Pondspeckle!”
Frozenlaurel?
He opened his eyes and he was in the warriors’ den, Frozenlaurel above him.
“It’s time to patrol!”
Pondspeckle shook himself off.
It must have been a dream. Frozenlaurel was alive.
He stretched. A good, long stretch, Frozenlaurel waiting outside for him.
As he exited the warriors’ den, the sky grew dark. The faces around him became a black void. Their bodies crumpled to nothingness.
No!
Everything grew darker and darker until he woke up, Frozenlaurel beside him. Still dead. The sun was rising.
“I’m sorry, Frozenlaurel. So, so, so sorry.” Pondspeckle whispered, a lump in his throat. His voice caught in his throat when he tried to speak again, so he didn’t.
He stayed there, hunched over his father’s limp body as the sun turned purple, pink, orange, blue. When he was taken away for burial, Pondspeckle came along, not saying a word, not asking permission, just following. He stayed by Frozenlaurel’s grave the entire day. He was hungry, but he couldn’t get up. He couldn’t make himself do it.
 Icekit Shocked(@)
Gustkit.
What? How could he be gone? Just like that? Dead? It was just one rabbit. How could one rabbit kill her brother? It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense. And her father! Frozenlaurel. No. How? Why? Frozenlaurel and Gustkit! How could they be dead? A piece of prey!
Icekit curled into Mistleheart’s fur. It was late, she knew. She should be asleep. But she couldn’t fall asleep. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t fall asleep. So much death. Gingerpaw. Fox... something. Gustkit. Frozenlaurel. And even Thrushfur (was that his name? She couldn’t remember) and the new cat. All gone. How? Why? StarClan was supposed to be nice! Why would they take her brother and her father?
Icekit shivered, despite the warmth of the nursery. What if she was next? If it was that easy for a cat to die, there’s no reason she wouldn’t. She didn’t want to die. She would miss Mistleheart and Lightkit and Wrenkit and Hayfeather and Pondspeckle. Hayfeather and Pondspeckle were very sad. She wanted to cheer them up, but she didn’t know how. Surely they’d be better soon.
Maybe StarClan would bring them back, if she wished hard enough. Maybe, maybe, maybe...
She should go to sleep. When she wakes up, surely everything will be back to normal, right?
Right?
[OOC: Almost cried while writing Pondspeckle’s] |
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 27, 2024 1:27:08 GMT -5
 GINGERPAW
Tummy trouble boogaloo. - x - x
Gingerpaw strutted into camp with his tail held high. He was tired after a long day spent training with Whorldusk, pelt ruffled from their scuffles at the training hollow. Despite it all, Gingerpaw felt like he could run along the borders and back to camp again! He was becoming a warrior. Soon enough, he'd be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with his father, lead patrols, get his own apprentice...
He stopped by the fresh-kill pile, picking up the rabbit lain atop. Gingerpaw gave it a courtesy sniff, he'd learnt his lesson after that incident with the mouse. Not sensing anything amiss, the white and ginger apprentice happily tucked into his well-earned prey. If he kept working hard, maybe he'd even get to graduate early! He finished off the rabbit with one last gulp, licking his chops as he stood for a long stretch.
With his belly full it didn't take long for the drowsiness to set in. Better rest up for tommorrow. Whorldusk had mentioned tagging along on the dawn patrol. Gingerpaw slipped into the apprentice's den, laying down in his nest with a great big yawn.
Something's wrong.
Gingerpaw woke, blinking groggily as he glanced around the den in confusion. Had something woke him up? His belly gave a sudden, sharp twist, as if in answer. He curled into himself with a gasp, ears swiveling to lay flat. Not only did his stomach hurt, he felt hot. Really hot. I should see Mom. Gingerpaw grit his teeth against the pain, dragging himself up onto his paws.
Shaking like a leaf, he stumbled into the medicine den. Foxclove and Gustkit were already inside, both cats panting and groaning in pain. Maybe she's already busy, Gingerpaw frowned. He was about to turn the way he came when his belly took another twist, flooding his mouth with the taste of bile. Coughing, he sat down with a thump, gasping for air once his throat unclenched.
He didn't feel good. He really didn't feel good. Fear made his pelt bristle, his dull eyes landing on the shivering bodies of his clanmates. A feeling of dread curdled inside of his chest, a deep sense of wrongness.
"Mom," Gingerpaw hiccuped, weakly crawling further inside of the den in search of Shadepatch, "Momma, I really don't feel good." |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Aug 27, 2024 2:42:04 GMT -5
 asrise (Gustkit  ) Dew (Foxclove ) polarized (Wrenkit) stormshade1 (Icekit) @open (Lightkit) Mistleheart (grieves over Gustkit and Foxcloves' deaths, and break the news of Gustkit's death to Wrenkit, Lightkit, and Icekit) Mistleheart watched as Gustkit ran into the nursery. He looked very uncomfortable! He came up to her and snuggled against her white fluffy fur. What's wrong baby?! thought Mistleheart, a bit alarmed. " Uggggh.... moooom, I don't feel so good... " The fluffy queen's son, Gustkit groaned, pressing his gray face into her fur. " What's wrong with you baby?" Mistleheart asked her son " Don't be afraid to tell me!" But Gustkit squirmed under his fur, panting vigorously. " Ghghh... I-I'm really not feeling good... I w-want to see Shadepatch, now!" Gustkit spluttered. Oh StarClan, my son! He's very sick!" With a jolt, Mistleheart picked Gustkit up and rushed to the healer's den to get him some help. Mistleheart's insides did a somersalt when she saw that the healer's den was not empty. Frozenlaurel and Gingerpaw were also there, laying very sick... and the cat she was dating, Foxclove was also there, looking very ill! OH STARS, NO!!! Shadepatch's gaze looked very solemn as Mistleheart placed Gustkit on the bedding. " HELP! My son Gustkit is very sick! " Yowled Mistleheart, standing back. Mistleheart's head turned back to look her son Gustkit, her love Foxclove, and the two other cats gasping for breath. At the moment, it was apparent that they were all dying! " DO SOMETHING SHADEPATCH! BRING FLASHPAW HERE TOO! I CAN'T LOSE MY SON AND FOXCLOVE!!!" Mistleheart screamed at the healer's face. With her heart beating fast with horror, Mistleheart snuggled against her dying son, Gustkit's side. " NOO!!! BABY, I CAN'T LOSE YOU!!!" " Mom... don't leave... Can't I stay with you?" Mistleheart's beloved son Dustkit spoke for the last time. Mistleheart watched with horror as his small head fell to the ground, and his gray body went limp. He closed his eyes for the last time. THIS COULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED!!! Baby, please wake up! Breathe life into him, StarClan! Mistleheart broke into a bloodcurling wail, with uncontrollable sobs in-between. Her beloved son was dead! Her only son was dead! StarClan, WHY?!?!?! Mistleheart was not paying attention to her dying love, Foxclove. Her voice came from her, and she immediatly turned to face the beautiful ginger she-cat. " Mistleheart, tell Whorldusk that I love him, and that I didn't want to leave him. And Mistleheart, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about Gustkit. I'm-" Foxclove spoke her dying words " I want you to be happy Mistleheart. I'm not going to tell you what to do... consider Slatefoot. She loves you, and she cares for you. " And Foxclove closed her eyes, leaving only a limp ginger body behind. " NOOO!!! FOXCLOVE!!! " Wailed Mistleheart, hot tears falling down her white face. How could this have happened?! Why would this happen?! Mistleheart was in denial. " This must be a nightmare! PLEASE WAKE UP! " She slapped her forepaw to her face. That hurted! THIS WASN'T A NIGHTMARE. With her ears flat to face, and her her tail very low, Mistleheart slowly walked back to the nursery to her surviving three kits. This walk felt like an eternity! She dreaded telling them the news... " And I also have to tell them about Frozenlaurel's death too... " Finally arriving into the nursery, Mistleheart asked her kits to huddle into her fluffy white fur. Anything to comfort them while the horrible news are being delievered... " Wrenkit, Lightkit, and Icekit... " Mistleheart mewed with a sob in her throat "I'm VERY sorry to tell you this... but... b-b...but, your father Frozenlaurel and your brother Gustkit... is d-d...dead... They are safe in S...StarClan now... "What felt like eternity, she said it, and lightkit threw herself onto Mistleheart, wailing. While Wrenkit yowled that that Gustkit shouldn't be in StarClan, pouted, stomped her paws, and left the nursery. And Icekit curled herself into Mistleheart's fluffy white fur, unable to say anything. How could StarClan do this?! Mistleheart knew the days ahead will be cold and dark, even though it was middle of newleaf. What did she do to deserve this?! No parent deserved to bury their child!
OOC: THIS WAS SOOO HARD TO WRITE OMG!!! SO SAD!!! Only one prompt because writing this prompt exhausted me, and I want to play something FUN for the rest of the evening. Now, I can see why this moon was released early and Thursday (Friday)'s moon have been canceled. RIP GUSTKIT AND FOXCLOVE!!! More prompts will be posted tomorrow, don't worry  |
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Post by asrise on Aug 27, 2024 13:03:52 GMT -5
 Flax with Thrushfleck... or was he? Flax strolled through YewClan camp, carrying a bough of tansy in his mouth. Cats walked by him comfortably, as he’d been with them for a while. And no one suspects a travelling healer. It’s almost a shame, really. I enjoy my time here. He spotted Petalpaw, that blind apprentice, looking down. That’s right. She didn’t pass her assessment. I’m not sure what she expected, though… She’s lucky to be doing any duties.
Still, he budged up next to her. “I hear you’ve had trouble with your throat… Here, I’ll give you some tansy for it. You shouldn’t be under the weather for your next assessment, after all.” Flax tugged off a bit of the herb for her. “I’m sure you’ll pass this time.” he meowed encouragingly, giving a wide smile that she couldn’t possibly see. Heading back to the medicine den, he left the tansy, walking into the dirtplace. Ah. They’re still here. He smiled, digging up the small leaf wrap that hid the blood-red berries he needed. Flax left and looked at the sun. It’s about time, now… The ginger tom calmly slipped through the entrance of the camp, and out into the forest with the wrap tucked under his chin.
“Ah, Flax… just who I needed to see. It’s about time.” A rough voice growled as Flax ducked under a low-branched tree. Flax nodded. Saffron. Flax forced his fur to lie flat, to appear unintimidated. “This is where the prey was buried, yes?” he asked smoothly, withdrawing a deep red berry as two other rogues retrieved a rabbit. “Yes. And for your information, I still don’t agree with this… scheme. It’s dishonourable, hardly heroic. We can beat YewClan on our claws alone! It’s our way to fight, face to face, to the end.”
Flax crushed a berry in his paw. “I didn’t know you were so concerned with honour.” he dared to sneer, brushing the berry’s juice into the small wound on the rabbit, making sure to get the seeds in as well. “There will be time for heroics. I’m just here to… Hm... Even the odds. Maybe you turn your nose up at it, but don’t you think it’s just a little perfect? YewClan, defeated by their namesake?” Flax purred to himself softly, ignoring the hard stare of the larger rogue as he went onto the next rabbit. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure your precious Hop is left alive… long enough to meet you again, at least.”
Soon, the job was done, and Flax returned to see his project through. Sure enough, Heavy’s patrol returned with the very same rabbits, plopping them down on the fresh kill pile, unwitting claws of war aimed at the very heart of YewClan. Flax watched lazily as they were shared among the clan, counting up their targets. Frozenlaurel. A senior warrior. Foxclove. A mentor. Gingerpaw. A promising apprentice. Gustkit… He couldn’t help but feel a twinge. The kit had chosen a piece of prey too big for his own good. But no matter. Four cats… the medicine den would be busy soon. And so would he. There were still more berries left, after all.
He dipped out again, bringing a larger leaf wrap out this time. He knew it had worked, the four cats that ate the prey were already groaning and stumbling about. So now, all that needed to be done was to repeat the process. Flax slowly crept through the underbrush, finding the two others that were with him and Saffron earlier. One of them dug up a prey pile while the other stood guard warily. It’s like they think someone will see. YewClan will just think we’re a hunting party. He thought to himself, brushing the crushed yew berry into the new rabbit’s neck. Even so, Flax could feel the eyes on his back as he returned to camp once more, shrouded in the darkness of night.
By the time the moon was high and he had come back to camp, Flax saw nothing but faces of shock painted on the faces of his clanmates… no, his enemies. He bumped into Wrenkit who was racing towards where one of the victims, Frozenlaurel, was buried. “Oh- Wrenkit. I didn’t see you there. I’m so sorry for your loss… Please, don’t lose yourself in grief. StarClan knows all this is happening for a reason.” He looked over at the fresh-kill pile, which had been refilled with the buried prey. “Have you eaten? It’s not healthy to go to your nest without something in your belly, even on a day like this.”
As Flax bowed his head to the bodies of the four cats who had died, he overheard cats whispering of poison. His blood froze in his veins. Were they onto him this quickly? He looked around to see Cinderdapple meowing urgently to Dapplestar. The ginger tom went through his options, pausing for a moment. He turned to Shadepatch. “Shadepatch… If anyone asks, I’m going hunting. I need some space after all… this.” He meowed breathlessly before shifting through the camp’s entrance one last time. Flax hadn’t made it far before he realised Thrushfleck was following him. Did he know? He thought wildly, grasping for a solution to get the tom off his back. The Twoleg traps! Flax remembered that they had been spread near the edge of the territory, right up close to where the rogues lived. “Over here, Thrushfleck!” He called. “Let’s hunt away from the rabbits… we don’t want any more problems.”
Once they were in the area, Flax padded carefully, singling out the perfect trap while Thrushfleck followed at a distance. “Do you smell that?” He suddenly remarked, sniffing at the air before locking his gaze on the bait. “Look, perfectly good prey, just in that little hollow!” He charged towards it, bracing for when he would be forced to duck away. With a flash of triumph, he heard Thrushfleck’s warning yowl behind him as the tom jumped forward to push him away from the trap. Biting his lip, Flax swung around with all his might around the mouth of the hollow, bashing Thrushfleck into its open jaws.
SNAP!!!
Flax heard Thrushfleck’s yowl, then the scrabble of his paws on the inside of the twoleg trap as he stopped to catch his breath. He managed a weak smile as he walked up to the closed grate of the trap. “I’m sorry it had to come to this, Thrushfleck. But put it this way… You’re one of the lucky ones. I’m sure a nice twoleg will adopt you. But your friends… their fate hangs in the balance. YewClan made a nice obstacle, but it’s time they made room for new cats.” He turned away with a whisk of his tail. Ahead, he could already smell the rogues in their camp, ready to greet him as a hero as more and more YewClan warriors fell down from the tainted prey. “Maybe I’ll see you again, Thrushfleck. But I think this is goodbye.”
OOC -- I know, this is very long!! But it was fun to write, definitely. The only trouble I had was with the kidnapping scene. If anyone wants an edit, just say so and I can probably make it happen. |
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 27, 2024 17:51:55 GMT -5
 HAZELPELT
Training with Dapplestar, Petalpaw, & Whisperingpaw. - trying to remember the taste of the food her twolegs used to give her - x
It was hard to believe some cat would poison prey. Some cat, Hazelpelt snorted. She had her suspicions, but it would be rash to act without proof. For now, turning her anger onto the rogues that had been plaguing them for some moons would have to be enough. And while she did like Hopbramble, no cat in Yewclan could deny that these outsiders had only arrived after the former loner did. There had to be some connection there- right?
The small molly shook her head clear with a sigh. She wouldn't trade her life here for the world, but sometimes she missed the simplicity of being a kittypet. Their food may not have been as satisfying as real prey, but there was always a full bowl and there were no worries of poison. Hazelpelt tilted her head, trying to remember what that Twoleg food had tasted like. It had been hard, that much she remembered...
"Twolegs!" The warning yowl snapped the cinnamon-colored warrior from her reviere. She bristled, turning to where Whisperingpaw had been training with Petalpaw.
"The trees!" She mewed urgently, running forward to nudge the two apprentices toward one of the leafy-green oaks that marked the training hollow. Hazelpelt waited anxiously for the younger cats to make the climb, casting worried glances over her shoulder. A pang of guilt thrumming within her chest. It was like her thoughts had summoned the Twolegs right to them!
Together, she and Dapplestar scurried up after the apprentices. Just in time! The brush snapped and crackled as two Twolegs came crashing into the hollow. Each carried a shiny box- a cage! Hazelpelt remembered. She had been in one the day she'd gotten lost! For a moment, she was filled with the dread at the thought they were looking for her. But she took a deep breath, reminding herself that it had been seasons since then. Why would they come looking now?
Anxiously, she watched as the Twoleg pair poked around the hollow, yowling and making strange clicking sounds that made her ears twitch. Soon enough, they seemed to give up, and stomped off in a seemingly random direction.
Hazelpelt looked over to Dapplestar, her minor frustrations with the other molly forgotten in her fear, "What should we do?" |
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 27, 2024 19:53:15 GMT -5
 Hopbramble
YewClan Territroy | w/ Amberrise tigersdoroar
Daydreams of slaughtering cats she despises
Hunting with Amberrise
Curses the rogues
Wants to share an idea with Ravenpaw
The rain had been unrelenting for days, turning YewClan's forest into a labyrinth of slick leaves and muddy earth. The trees loomed overhead, their branches heavy with water that dripped incessantly, soaking the forest floor and mother-son hunting patrol. Their dark, multi-colored pelts, sleek with rain, blended into the muted grays and browns of their surroundings, broken up by dark greens of leaves and plants that were trying to push through the harsh weather. Hopbramble walked beside Amberrise, her icy blue eyes scanning the forest around them, though not for prey like they were meant to be catching. Rage clawed at the dark tabby molly's heart, hotter than before.
Saffron had struck again, but this time, rather than leave vague threats, these acts were real, material, and inside of YewClan's borders. Inside of YewClan's camp. Hopbramble was afraid. She was afraid of the other damage she could cause YewClan by staying here. An innocent kit was poisoned by their deathberries as Cinderdapple and Dawnshade had discovered; four of their deaths had not been an accident. Flax and his herbal knowledge immediately came to mind and conveniently before she could find the sack of crowfood and kill him herself, he disappeared, along with Thrushfleck. She couldn't prove he did it, maybe he hadn't at all, but since when did she ask questions before going for the throat? She had considered taking Ravenpaw out with her and Amberrise, maybe it would make him feel better about his father but the apprentice had sprained his paw.
No - none of what happened was her fault. Saffron was to blame. The rogues were after Hopbramble, and hopefully just Hopbramble and not her kits. They were grown, they were a force to be reckoned with, but they were not ready to face the rogues. "If we faced a rogue patrol right now, would you be ready to face them, Amberrise?" She asked her son quietly, trying to be just audible over the rain. Hopbramble would have been far, far away by now. Or at the very least, plotting how to get rid of her pursuers once and for all. How she longed to tear at Saffron's pale fur and flesh again, the dark molly had to stop herself from smiling at the thought of watching the life leave his dark blue eyes.
Her own eyes were constantly shifting from side to side, ears on a swivel, her nose testing for any sign of the rogues running amok. More than once she had caught their scent within their borders. "It's not a matter of 'if' anymore, it's when." Her tone was cold, grave. "...and no matter what happens, look after Petalpaw. Look after your siblings." It might be best for them all if Hopbramble left YewClan, even if that meant leaving her kits behind. Saffron had yet to try and kill her kits, if anything, she imagined he would want to recruit them. It was Hopbramble's throat he wanted slit.
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Post by Dew on Aug 27, 2024 22:07:26 GMT -5
Whisperingpaw Training patrol & Wondering what twolegs are like || with Dapplestar, Hazelpelt, Petalpaw Whisperingpaw didn't really mind that she wasn't a warrior like Amberrise or Moarchlighting. She had been sick for three moons! It wasn't her fault that she had missed training, and she bet that she would be a warrior next moon, with Petalpaw. She felt bad that her sister wasn't a warrior, she totally deserved to be! Petalpaw hadn't been sick, and it wasn't the tortie she-cats fault that she was blind.
Her mind drifted for a moment, straying away from the rain-soaked forest. The mud made her paws dirty, but she didn't mind. She thought about twolegs. They were strange creatures, for one, they walked on two legs! I bet they fall ALL the time! How was one animal supposed to even do that? Secondly, they kept dog in their dens! How did they deal with the endless barking and biting and chasing? Have twolegs trained dogs? No way, it's not possible! But there was so much she didn't know, that clan cats didn't know. Twolegs are weird. Maybe it's best we don't know.
This will be our last patrol as apprentices! The realizaion made Whisperingpaw brighten up slightly, and it took her mind off of twolegs. Last moon she had admittedly felt a little down after finding out that she was only a little ahead of Puddlepaw, but she felt better now! She and Hazelpelt had worked very hard, and she felt she was almost caught up.
Trailing behind their mentors, Whisperingpaw and Petalpaw were in a sisterly conversation, bumping shoulders and mewing meaningless words. It was her first patrol she had had with a sibling, and she wanted it to be fun and rewarding!
They arrived at a clearing in the lower part of Yewclan's forest, and Whisperingpaw faced off against Petalpaw. She was now actually aware of Dapplestar, their leader watching over their training. She had to do well, but so did Petalpaw! Well I'll just try my best and see how this goes.
They spared for a good thirty seconds before Hazelpelt interrupted them, mewing a warning about twolegs! Well I guess I didn't have to wonder long! Hazelpelt gave her and Petalpaw a shove toward one of the trees around their training place, and Whisperingpaw shoving Petalpaw ahead of her. "The tree's right in front of you! Climb!" She mewed, making sure to stay right on Petalpaws tail all the way up.
They found themselves on a sturdy branch near the middle of the tree, mostly hidden by leaves. They both panted for a few moments, and she was trying to tone down her anger. This wasn't fair! This training session was supposed to be her last one, but what if she was held behind yet another moon because Dapplestar didn't get to see her skills? Would I have to train with Puddlepaw again? That would just be plain embarrassing!
Stop! Focus on the positive. Watch the twolegs, check for weaknesses. Seeing them walk was strange, and it seemed that they could easily overbalance if you swiped them a few times on their legs. They appeared to be putting down cages when they straightened up and starting making clicking noises with their mouths and doing something with their paws (the ones that weren't on the ground).
"What do you think their doing?" Whisperingpaw whispered to Petalpaw, leaning over so she wasn't to make too much noise. Not that they would hear me anyway, being that loud!
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Post by Sapphirejas on Aug 28, 2024 3:15:42 GMT -5
 @my_self (Whorldusk) lazzylake (Dapplestar) asrise (Ravenpaw) Mistleheart (Comforts Whorldusk over his sister's death by saying that Foxclove loved him, and takes over Ravenpaw's training after Thrushfleck's disappearance) Mistleheart was grieving for her lost love interest, Foxclove and her son, Gustkit's death a few sunrises after the tradegy. Her mind flitted back to Foxclove's last words. " I want you to be happy Mistleheart... consider Slatefoot, she loves you " Mistleheart took a deep sigh. She knew that Foxclove and Gustkit will be watching from StarClan. And the friendly tom Frozenlaurel. She remembered her nightmares of losing Gustkit last moon. Were they warnings from StarClan that she couldn't interpret until it was too late...?! A nightmare that came TRUE!!! Mistleheart couldn't help but ponder... The fluffy white queen knew that death was a part of life, and there wasn't anything she could do to prevent it from happening. Mistleheart still had three daughters remaining; Wrenkit, Lightkit and Icekit, and will do anything to allow them to grow up into strong healthy warriors. Mistleheart knew that the dark grey she-cat Slatefoot had a crush on her as she considered it for a moment... Maybe... She thought. Mistleheart decided to let the thoughts of her friend Slatefoot go... Now was not the time for this, as there were dangerous rogues lurking in the Clans' territories! Padding outside the nursery, Mistleheart spotted Whorldusk grieving, his ginger head staring at the ground. She knew that the young ginger tom had a very tough life, losing all his family to StarClan, so she knew how he was feeling. But at least, Whorldusk didn't seem as broken as he was since his father Bubblingheart's death. She padded up to him, wrapping her fluffy tail around his body. " Your sister spoke to me before she joined StarClan. She said that she loves you! I imagine she would be watching you everyday from the stars above. " Whorldusk pressed his muzzle into her fur, starting to purr. Mistleheart's words really comforted him about his sister. .... A few hours later, Mistleheart was really surprised when she heard the leader call a Clan meeting. But then she remembered... " Oh, it's about Petalpaw and Ravenpaw's new mentors, isn't it? Since Foxlcove died and Thrushfleck went missing. Mistleheart padded to the crowd of cats sitting below Dapplestar. When the Clan meeting began, Dapplestar announced that she will be taking over Petalpaw's warrior training personally. But then for Ravenpaw's new mentor... " Mistleheart, you will be taking over Ravenpaw's apprenticeship, train him well. " The black-furred leader mewed. Mistleheart's heart skipped a beat and was very surpised. She has gotten another apprentice! After she worked so hard to train the gray and white tom, Drizzlemimic… " Me? Ravenpaw's mentor?" But then she broke into a warm smiling and she started purring as she padded up to the black-furred apprentice. Mistleheart touched noses with him. Ravenpaw was still suffering from his sprain from his first embarassing training session, but it was on the mend. " Ravenpaw, once your sprain gets better we will resume your warrior training. You just do what I tell you to do, okay? " She paused and swallowed, thinking particulary of her deceased son Gustkit, and him playing in the fields of StarClan. " Be a good cat, and may StarClan light your path, Ravenpaw "
OOC: I had to put an asterisk between "my" and "self" or else it'll show up as a user. Just pretend it isn't there From now on I'm going to list ALL the characters that have dialogue or are mentioned in the prompts so the user can which character to expect in my (and other users') prompts. |
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Aug 28, 2024 8:18:18 GMT -5
 Drizzlemimic- Amberrise becomes a warrior/Congratulates Amberrise Six moons ago, Drizzlemimic had gotten Amberpaw as an apprentice. They got off to a rocky start, but one day Amberpaw had a great idea for a hunting spot. Drizzlemimic congratulated him and they got closer that day. Ever since then, it felt like on every patrol they got to understand each other better. Sure, it was never the best mentor-apprentice relationship ever, and things were still awkward sometimes, but it was what they had. Now, Amberpaw was ready to become a full fledged warrior. Drizzlemimic couldn’t believe time had passed so quickly. Their first patrol felt like just yesterday. But, here they were. Amberpaw standing in front of Dapplestar, ready to get his warrior name, with Drizzlemimic close behind him for support. Dapplestar uttered the ancient words, the ones every warrior knew from their own ceremonies. Honored for his boundless energy, Amberpaw responded to the oath and was given his full name “Amberrise”. A fitting name, Drizzlemimic thought to himself. Everyone cheered the new warrior’s name, and, of course, Drizzlemimic had to cheer the hardest. He was planning on congratulating his now former apprentice one last time, but first there were a few more warriors to be made. Dawnshade and Monarchlightning also got promoted, however Petalpaw and Whisperingpaw remained apprentices. In a way it did make sense. Whisperingpaw was sick for a good part of her apprenticeship and Petalpaw… well… she’s blind. Obviously she’s gonna have a tougher time. After the ceremony ended, Drizzlemimic went up to Amberrise. “Well done, Amberrise! You were a great apprentice and now you will be a great warrior. I know we didn’t always see eye to eye, but I hope you have tolerated me as a mentor at least” he laughed. “What matters is that you’ve made me proud, and I’m sure your mother and siblings are proud of you too. Good luck in the future.” He went up to touch noses with Amberrise, just like they did when they were first paired together. Oh how confused he seemed back then, and how confident he is now! Sure, the rogues running amok was concerning, but it truly seemed like nothing could go wrong at the moment! Drizzlemimic- Frozenlaurel’s death Something went wrong. Very wrong.”Frozenlaurel’s dead!” Some cat called out. Drizzlemimic froze. W-what? No… that can’t be! He just arrived back in camp after hunting. This… this can’t be happening! Frozenlaurel was strong… He pushed through the wound caused by the dog attack. He wouldn’t die to a mere sickness… he couldn’t! Drizzlemimic ran into the medicine den. Four cats. Four dead cats on the floor, claimed by this sickness. Other than Frozenlaurel, there were Foxclove, a friend, Gingerpaw, his distant kin, and Gustkit, his former mentor’s kit. H-how? How had it already claimed so many lives..? A simple sickness from sick prey? A mistake an apprentice could make on their assessment? It took four lives?! He ran up to Frozenlaurel’s body. He poked it with his nose, hoping that maybe he would wake up, even just to tell Drizzlemimic some final words. He wished upon StarClan this was a dream. Frozenlaurel… a cat who was there for him so many times… Who comforted him after the dog attack… Who was like a guardian for him… He was gone. Just like that. “Frozenlaurel… please… wake up!” He whispered in a desperate tone. But deep down, he knew there was nothing he could do now. He looked at the healers, who knew just as well as him it over. He walked out of the medicine den. It would be time for the vigil soon. Many cats had lost their lives recently, but this one was the first one that really hurt Drizzlemimic. The first cat close to him that had died since… well… Stemriver. And he doesn’t even remember that cat! I mean, Bubblingheart’s death hurt quite a lot. Not as much as this one though…Some time had passed, and it was now time for everyone to hold the vigil. Drizzlemimic sat next to Hayfeather, who sat next to Pondspeckle. He had to support his mate during this trying time, especially since Hayfeather was actually Frozenlaurel’s son, so he had an even bigger reason to grieve. He thought of what to say to him to comfort him, but nothing came to mind. He just silently reassured him by huddling next to him. As time passed, Drizzlemimic knew he had to say one last thing to Frozenlaurel, as a goodbye. He walked up to his body, put his nose in his grey tabby fur, closed his eyes and whispered. “So… I never did get to save you, did I? I wish I could have been there… maybe I could have realized the prey was poisoned and stopped you. But I wasn’t. I just had to be out of camp at the worst possible time. I just want you to know from StarClan that you were a massive support in my life. Back after the dog attack, if you and Dapplestar wouldn’t have comforted me… I might have been having nightmares about dogs to this day! You really were like a guardian figure to me. I promise I’ll take care of Hayfeather. He’ll be safe in my paws. Sorry to separate you from your son, but he’s not joining StarClan so long as I’m around! Well… I guess this is goodbye.” He stepped away and went back to Hayfeather. The hours passed and more and more cats started going to sleep. Eventually it was just Drizzlemimic and Frozenlaurel’s kits left. He figured he should leave them some time alone with their father. Maybe that’s what would make them feel better now. Plus, Drizzlemimic planned on going on patrol tomorrow. It’s a hard time in the clan and he can’t afford to keep grieving. “I’ll leave you and Pondspeckle alone with your father. If you need anything, please wake me up, ok?” Drizzlemimic- Patrol with Mistleheart and Monarchlightning/Saw a dog The three cats set out on their patrol towards the northern border. Drizzlemimic hadn’t recovered since the loss of Frozenlaurel, but he has to keep patrolling. For the clan. For everyone. Worst of all, they were approaching the northern forest, where the rogues resided. It wasn’t entirely out of the question that a fight could occur. Drizzlemimic wasn’t entirely mentally prepared, but new developments brought by Cinderdapple and Dawnshade revealed that the rogues poisoned the rabbits with death berries. He wanted to get revenge on them. Thrushfleck and Flax went missing recently too. Could their disappearances have had to do with the rogues too? As they continued forward, they eventually arrived at an… ugly scene. Two legs. Many of them. Planting traps all over the rogues territory, but a few even crossed the border. Not that they would know about the clans borders, but it was still a risk to YewClan. Drizzlemimic signaled to the other two to hide in a nearby bush. Analyzing from afar, it seemed like they didn’t notice the cats. They weren’t a threat just yet. They should probably just avoid that area entirely. In fact, it would probably be mostly the rogues’ problem. Yea, how satisfying would it be to see the them trapped! To see them grumpily in a two leg nest. That’s what they get for messing with YewClan.Suddenly, Drizzlemimic saw something in the corner of his eye. Brown, fluffy fur. Not of a cat, however. Of a dog. It looked so much like the dog that attacked him. But… it wasn’t! This one was with two legs. It hadn’t seen Drizzlemimic. Frozenlaurel wouldn’t want him to panic. He breathed in, and then out. If the two legs kept moving forward on their territory, he might have to fight that dog. And he would be ready. He never got to save Frozenlaurel’s life, so he will save someone else’s. But that time has yet to come. For now, these two legs weren’t an immediate threat. “I think we should just avoid this area and tell Dapplestar when we get back.” Tagging tigersdoroar Brownie whispering Sapphirejas Sand |
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Post by Dew on Aug 28, 2024 10:28:41 GMT -5
Lightkit Misses Frozenlaurel || with Mistleheart, Wrenkit, Icekit Lightkit hated the weather. Not that she would complain, of course. How would she even complain? It wasn't like it was in any cats paws. Or could a cat stop it from raining? But Lightkit was pretty sure that wasn't how it worked. But, back to the rain. It was horrible! She couldn't really leave the nursery without getting wet, and all of them in this cramped space was just a little too much, Lightkit and her littermates were getting quite big after all. Does that mean we'll be apprentices soon? Lightkit thought so, but she wasn't sure how she felt about it. Would she get a good mentor? How would she do? I'm scared...
It was now that she was lying in the nursery with Icekit and Wrenkit. Gustkit and Mistleheart had gone... somewhere after Gustkit had eaten something. She had been paying attention, like she always did, but she wasn't close enough to hear what they were saying.
They waited... and waited. Mistleheart and Gustkit didn't come. It was getting late, and Lightkit was tired. But I don't want to get left out! What if something exciting happened?
A loud wail echoed throughout the camp, and a chill crept down her spine. That sounds like Mistleheart. They didn't have to wait long to find out what had happened. Mistleheart came into the nursery shortly after, the fur near her face slightly damp and her posture just overall sad. "Wrenkit, Lightkit, and Icekit... I'm VERY sorry to tell you this... but... b-b...but, your father Frozenlaurel and your brother Gustkit... is d-d...dead... They are safe in S...StarClan now... " Her mother mewed, and it took a second for that to sink in. Two of my kin? Gustkit... Gustkit is gone? How can that be? But she didn't ask any questions. She didn't say anything.
Instead she wailed, flinging herself into her mothers fluffy white fur. Her father and her brother?! Why?! This wasn't fair! Why did StarClan have to take them? I'll never forget you. She felt Icekit snuggle up to Mistleheart as well, but she didn't know where Wrenkit was. Shortly after the news was shared, Mistleheart brought them out into the clearing, where there were four bodies laying there, looking peaceful. Almost like their sleeping. She recognized Gingerpaw, one of the cats she had shared the nursery with for her entire life, and another warrior. Foxdusk? Fox..clove? She tried to memorize all of her clanmates names, but she wasn't perfect.
They stayed at Mistleheart's side all night, sitting with Gustkit on their left and Frozenlaurel on their right. She missed Frozenlaurel. He hadn't been around too much, Mistleheart had made it clear that she didn't need help raising them, but he was still there from time to time. Her father and brother being gone would leave a hole in her heart that wouldn't be patched up anytime soon. They shouldn't be gone.... [[ Sad that her first post has to be a sad one :( I was also trying to make her and Whisperingpaw's colors different because their colors are very similar so I hope I did a good job? ]] |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Aug 28, 2024 22:25:43 GMT -5
 @my_self (Mistleheart) (mention) Whorldusk (grieves over Foxclove and Gingerpaws' deaths, sharpens his claws to look stronger, and is surprised in how much he misses Gustkit +++) Whorldusk lay in his den in the warrior's den, thinking of all of what happened a few sunrises ago. He lost not only his only family left, Foxclove, but also his first apprentice, Gingerpaw. He remembered when Gingerpaw came down with a stomachache so suddenly after his apprentice ceremony, only to die from eating poisoned prey a moon later. And he also remembered seeing the sick rabbit in the rain out on a hunting patrol, and Heavy warning him and Puddlepaw that the Clan could lose more cats if cats eat tainted rabbits Whorldusk knew that his stomachache last moon, and also the sickly rabbit on patrol MUST be omens from Starclan. Otherwise, why would these three events be linked, and Gingerpaw got a stomachache SO SOON after his apprentice ceremony?! The ginger tom's thoughts drifted to his last family connection, Foxclove's death. She died so tragically after eating poisoned prey. " How in the name in StarClan, the prey in the forest get poisoned?! Who kidnapped the healer, Flax and Thrushfleck?!" Whorldusk couldn't help but wonder. AND also, why do bad things ALWAYS happen in this Clan?! " Earlier today, the fluffy white-furred queen Mistleheart came up to say that his sister loved him. Whorldusk knew that she loved him, but her words were very warm and comforting. It made him feel that he was in peace. Though, Whorldusk was stlll grieving his sister Foxclove's death, and his apprentice, Gingerpaw's death. He missed his sister's friendly talks with him, and the scent and warmth of her ginger fur. Also, the fact that Whorldusk had no living family and apprentice left made him look like an outsider to YewClan! Whorldusk knew he must remain tough and strong in the face of death, even if it took his last family members... It happened two times before, his littermate, Blizzardkit when he was a kit, and his beloved father and the former leader of YewClan, Bubblingheart. He padded up to a tree trunk on the edge of camp and scractched it to sharpen his claws. Whorldusk wanted to look strong in the face of his sister and apprentice's death by having very sharp and shiny claws. After a while, he finally let go of of the tree, gazing at his new sharp and shiny claws. Now, other cats will know to not mess with just because he have lost his apprentice, and his last family connection, Foxclove! But Whorldusk's thoughts drifted to Gustkit, the deceased son of Mistleheart and Frozenlaurel... He was so friendly to the ginger warrior when he visited the kits in the nursery, even when he was broken from his father, Bubblingheart's death! And despite being a kit, Gustkit tried to cheer him up! Now he was in StarClan with Whorldusk's father and the former leader of YewClan. And Whorldusk was surprised on how much he missed the little gray kit. |
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Post by whispering on Aug 29, 2024 13:22:29 GMT -5
Flashpaw
questions StarClan
with shadepatch cometchaos
"But why." Flashpaw's frustrated mew sounded as he trod behind his mentor. The dark tom's tail lashed irritably.
Rogues had been an issue for YewClan for moons, but things had been quiet until recently. The tom, Flax, had come a few moons prior looking for refuge from the vicious group. Flashpaw hadn't trusted the healer; his own father had abandoned him after his mother died; how was this cat no different? But who was he to question Dapplestar's judgment? She accepted Hopbramble and her kits, and they turned out to be loyal warriors. How could she have known the ginger tom had secret motives?
Or at least, to Flashpaw's theory, he did.
Five cats. They had lost five more cats after such a hard leafbare. Four to poisoned fresh-kill, Shadepatch had found the deathberries during her examination, and Thrushfleck was missing. The thought of the ginger tabby made Flashpaw's belly churn uneasily. His foster father had been taken away along with Flax. The only trace of their scents led to the border, where it abruptly ended with the stinking smell of the treacherous rogues. Why would StarClan allow such a thing? Hadn't they lost enough cats?
"Why should we trust them if they allow these bad things to happen? Don't they care? Wouldn't they already know that Flax shouldn't have been trusted? They could have warned us!"
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Post by stormshade1 on Aug 29, 2024 15:20:27 GMT -5
Pondspeckle Thinks Gustkit would have been a good warrior, grieving (lemonshortbread , asrise)
Deathberries.
It was deathberries.
Deathberries had killed his father.
Somecat killed his father.
On purpose.
Pondspeckle curled up in his nest. It was the rogues, he knew. Cinderdapple had seen them do it. But who brought the prey back to camp? Who was associated with the rogues?Hopbramble. It had to be Hopbramble. No. Hopbramble had proven herself multiple times to be a great warrior, loyal to her Clan. She was loyal. But Hopbramble knew. Hopbramble was right. Hopbramble was right in mistrusting that cat.
He didn’t want to get out of his nest – the weight of Frozenlaurel’s death on his back pushed him down, but he slowly got up. He had to.
“Hopbramble? Was it... was it Flax?”
He knew the answer would be yes.
He trudged back to his nest in the warrior’s den.
Flax must have taken Thrushfleck, too. Thrushfleck. Flax had killed Frozenlaurel. And Gustkit. Gustkit would have made a fine warrior. But he was dead. And Frozenlaurel. His father was dead. Because of Flax. It must be Flax’s fault.
No. It was Pondspeckle’s fault. Pondspeckle was the one who told Hopbramble that they should let Flax stay. Hopbramble hadn’t wanted to. He should have listened to her! She was right! Why didn’t he listen? Stupid, stupid, stupid! It was his fault. Pondspeckle killed his father. He should never have let that stupid rogue in! When Flax came back, Pondspeckle would tear him to shreds!
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Post by Sand on Aug 29, 2024 16:58:20 GMT -5
 Monarchlightning : - hunting with Drizzlemimic & Mistleheart
- thinks that Petalpaw’s lack of confidence is annoying
As Monarchlightning bounded after Mistleheart and Drizzlemimic, the heavy rain along with the deaths of several clanmates had put a damper on her warrior ceremony. She, Dawnpaw, and Amberpaw were now all warriors while Petalpaw and Whisperingpaw still had some training to do. Monarchlightning thought of her littermate, who she believed lacked confidence. How could Petalpaw not be so confident? It was so easy to feel assertive, but why couldn’t Petalpaw do the same? It was more annoying than frustrating to the newly named warrior. Petalpaw could have graduated with their littermates yet they didn’t— she chalked that up to their hesitant behavior.
While following Mistleheart and Drizzlemimic, she thought of Dapplestar’s choice for her name to be a bit out there, but she was honored for her confidence, something she took pride in. Now that she was a warrior, she could do almost anything on her own. It was liberating! She even thought that she was the best hunter in the clan too. No cat could touch her great hunting skills.
As they approached the northern border, Monarchlightning’s nose twitched. The smell of Twolegs was strong which was unusual— normally they expected the rogues, but Twolegs? They had only appeared when they stole Thrushfleck and Flax away from YewClan. Her blue gaze followed one of the many Twolegs, noticing they were setting up traps. Are these the Twolegs who kidnapped Thrushfleck and Flax? Were they taken away in those strange traps? she wondered, frozen in her place. There was no way the trio would be able to hunt here. There were too many Twolegs and it would be risky without running into one of them. Yet compared to the rogues, the Twolegs seemed like an inconvenience right now. After all, they had lost Foxclove, Frozenlaurel, Gingerpaw and Gustkit to poisoned prey. That was occupying many cats’ minds, especially the ones that were patrolling with hwe.
At the sound of Drizzlemimic’s meow, the dark grey tabby glanced at him. He was right— avoiding this area would be best. They needed to find prey elsewhere and then they could warn Dapplestar and Heavy. “Drizzlemimic’s right, that would be our best plan,” the warrior mewed in response.
[ tags: chocolatemilk7 & Sapphirejas ]
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Post by Sand on Aug 29, 2024 17:20:23 GMT -5
 Spottedfur : - adds a bit of Heavy’s nest to his own
- talks all day with Dapplestar
Yet again unexpected grief had grasped YewClan so suddenly that Spottedfur had actually noticed it. He had spent a bit of his time gathering a bit of moss from Heavy’s nest and added it to his. It seemed productive to the elder. Plus, the moss from the deputy’s nest was in better shape than his own.
Despite spending most of his time in camp, the loss of six clanmates was shocking to all. Apprentices had been reassigned to new mentors, fathers had lost the chance to see their families grow, and two very young cats would never see the day of their warrior ceremony. It was depressing much like the heavy rain that pattered down on the forest obnoxiously.
Spottedfur saw Dapplestar, who was finally alone with some time to spare. She had taken over Petalpaw’s training recently. He wondered how the leader was holding up with all of the trauma and drama that surrounded YewClan. He padded over to her, meowing a small greeting. “How are things going for you, Dapplestar? Is Petalpaw doing well in training?” he asked, taking a seat next to the tortoiseshell. “I know things have been incredibly difficult lately, but you and Heavy make a great team. Surely we’ll pull through because of you two. I have plenty of faith in you both. The entire clan does too, for that matter.”
A monent of silence passed between the two felines. The grey speckled tom gazed at the leader, offering a gentle smile. “If you ever want to talk, I’m always around,” Spottedfur offered although he wasn’t sure if she’d take him up on it. Even if she didn’t, at least he tried. “YewClan will always remember those that we have lost in the past moons. We wouldn’t be YewClan without them, now would we? But for our sake and theirs, I think they would want us to figure out what’s going on with the Twolegs and rogues. There’s a solution to our problems, it might take some time to find it. Nevertheless, I think we will find the answer. We’re resilient, we always have been.”
Once the two finished speaking with each other, the elder realized he had kept Dapplestar from her duties longer than expected. “I’m going to head back to my nest, Dapplestar. It was nice talking with you,” he told her with a dip of his head before padding away into the distance.
[ tags: lazzylake ]
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Aug 30, 2024 6:28:07 GMT -5
 Dawnshade- Warrior ceremony/Is jealous Amberrise seemed to get more complements after their naming ceremony Dapplestar called a clan meeting. Dawnpaw’s heart fluttered. Could this be the moment he had been waiting for? His warrior ceremony? After all these moons of training, he would finally get his warrior name. Yes… it had to be! They were the oldest apprentices in the clan, no cat seemed old enough to retire at the moment, and Mistleheart’s litter were too small to be named apprentices. They were the only option left. He ran out of their den, giving exited looks to his litter mates. He gave a small nuzzle to Whisperingpaw and Petalpaw as they entered the camp clearing. Dapplestar started the ceremony by calling Amberpaw forward. Yes! This is it! As his brother vowed to protect the clan with his life, he received the name Amberrise. It was just like apprentice ceremony all those moons ago. Except, he wasn’t nervous like before, just completely excited. It seems they’re following the same order they did as apprentices, so Petalpaw should be next- “Dawnpaw, please step forward.” It caught Dawnpaw off guard. So his sister wouldn’t graduate with him. It made sense at the end of the day. She was blind, but it would have been so great for all of them to become warriors together! I should be happy. I could have been held back just as easily as her. All of his previous confidence dissipated as he walked forward. Dapplestar recited the ancient words. “I-I do..” Dawnpaw responded nervously. With his life was a bit of a strong word for him. But… this is where his family was. Where everyone he ever knew was. This was his home. The clan cats weren’t that bad. Some were actually very nice. And plus, he was a clan cat now too. He regained his confidence and stared into Dapplestar’s eyes. His new name would be “Dawnshade”. I actually like that! Has a nice ring to it. Everyone cheered as he went back to the crowd, ready for his siblings to be named warriors too. Unfortunately, Whisperingpaw was held back too as Monarchpaw was called up. She was sick for a long time, but it still felt unfair. Their time will come eventually. As Monarchpaw became Monarchlightning, everyone cheered and the ceremony ended. Dawnshade was ready to go back to his den, but he couldn’t help but notice so many cats were going to complement Amberrise. He barely did better than me! Was he really that behind him his whole apprenticeship? Or did they congratulate him on his transformation? Monarchlightning was getting praise too, just not him. It’s gotta be because of how I look. Why did I have to be the freak of nature?Dawnshade- Patrol with Cinderdapple/Frozenlaurel’s death Frozenlaurel was dead. Dawnshade couldn’t believe it at first. His mentor died..? From sick prey?! And not just him, Foxclove, Gingerpaw and Gustkit also succumbed to the same fate. A sick rabbit… It could have just as easily been him. If he had died, would he even have joined StarClan? Even if he didn’t believe in them? He poked his former mentor’s body with his nose. He was gone. He obviously felt a wave of depression. Sure, they never got along well, but he never would have wanted him to die! This was the cat who taught Dawnshade so much… But he couldn’t grieve too much over his death. He never encouraged or validated Dawnshade, and was never there for him when he didn’t feel good enough. Of course he would have never wished death upon him, but he wouldn’t stand too long at his vigil. There were plenty of other cats who knew him better and would stay there for him. After standing there for a while for formalities, he went to his den and back to sleep. Now, he was finding himself on a watch duty with Cinderdapple. They were tasked with the very important (and very boring) job of guarding the YewClan camp from within the trees. He felt like a squirrel tucked in in there. The rain wasn’t exactly pleasant either. His fur was soaked! He shifted his body through the branches a couple of times, trying to find a more comfortable position where he could dry up, but it was of no use. Thrushfleck and Flax had gone missing recently too. Hopbramble was right. Flax was not to be trusted. He did well in never interacting with him. Poor Thrushfleck thought. He’s probably being held captive by the rogues right now. "How many mice are you willing to bet the rogues are curled up somewhere dry, laughing at us?" Said Cinderdapple, interrupting his train of thought. He wasn’t in the mood to talk too much. Frozenlaurel’s death was still weighing on him. But he did want to let Cinderdapple know about his theory. “They definitely are… Especially Flax… you think it’s a coincidence he joined our clan and then almost immediately four of our cats die and he disappears with another one of ours? I wouldn’t be surprised if he caught those sick rabbits himself. He’s behind this…” He wasn’t sure how Cinderdapple felt about Flax, but it was too late to take back his word anyway. She tried to change the subject. "Congratulations again on becoming...a warrior..." She said, trailing off. “Yea… thanks.” He hadn’t even realized what had gotten her attention. Eventually he snapped out of his trance and saw the cat figures. Rogues! They seemed to dig up some prey and bury it back. They repeated this procedure a few times and then wandered off. Once it was clear, the pair jumped down to investigate. Cinderdapple dug up some rabbits and noticed that the red substance on them wasn’t blood… it was death berries. “Flax. He’s a healer. He knows how to poison with death berries.” In his mind, he already knew who the culprit was. But should they relay this information to the rest of the clan? Would they believe Dawnshade? Tagging lemonshortbread |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Aug 31, 2024 2:05:17 GMT -5
 chocolatemilk7 (Drizzlemimic) Sand (Monarchlightning) asrise (Ravenpaw) (mention) Mistleheart (Twolegs while on a hunting patrol, with Drizzlemimic and Monarchlightning, is mourning Gustkit, wishes Ravenpaw would listen to her -, and misses Foxclove's scent +) A quarter-moon have passed since the tradegy that struck the Clan. Mistleheart have learned to move on with life without her romantic interest, Foxclove, and her son, Gustkit. But their deaths still stung the fluffy white and gray furred she-cat. Mistleheart was of course still mourning her only son's death, and she was missing the scent of the beautiful ginger she-cat. Meanwhile, Mistleheart's apprentice Ravenpaw was still complaining abut his sprain, and was asking her constantly about whether he could train despite his sprain. But the fluffy queen strictly told no. But the young black tom kept asking anyways, annoying Mistleheart. She wished that Ravenpaw would listen to her and stop being so bold and reckless! Mistleheart was patrolling in the heavy rain with her former apprentice, Drizllemimc and the newly named warrior, Monarchlightning. The weather was miserable, and the fluffy wwhte she-cat hated her fur being so drenched with water! But she still had hunt for her hungry Clanmates on patrols, despite the rain. As Mistleheart continued forward to the hunting grounds with the others, they arrived at a very ugly scene! There were lots of Twolegs walking through the forest, placing cat traps everywhere in the rogues' territory Mistleheart's fluffy white fur stood on end, and her heart was racing. " Oh no, Twolegs with traps!" Mistleheart cried. She stared at the scene for a while. Did the Twolegs poison the prey and kidnap Flax and Thrushfleck? Or was it the rogues?! I think Flax might actually behind this! He always seem very suspicous... Thought Mistleheart as she looked at the Twolegs placing the many traps. A thought sparked in Mistleheart's head. Will the rogues get trapped in the traps?! It would be very sastifying to seen them trapped, and it would solve ALL of YewClan's problems with rogues. She secretly imagine Flax getting caught and his reaction, freeing the lost ginger tom, Thrushfleck so he can return back to YewClan safely. " I think we should just avoid this area and tell Dapplestar when we get back" Drizzlemimic's voice spoke behind Mistleheart. The fluffy white queen turned around to see the young warrior, Monarchlightning agreeing to Drizzlemimic. " That is a very wise decision Drizzlemimic. As your former mentor, I can say that I'm very proud to see the warrior you have become. " Meowed Mistleheart warmly. She was very proud of how far the gray and white warrior have come since he was first apprenticed to her by Bubblingheart. All togther, Mistleheart and two other cats turned around and starting walking elsewhere in YewClan's territory to hunt.
 @open (Puddlepaw) Feathertalon (Heavy) Whorldusk (Strange rabbit while on a patrol, with Heavy and Puddlepaw) The rain was pouring hard as Wholrdusk was walking in the forest on a patrol with the deputy, Heavy and her apprentice, Puddlepaw. Rain drops splattered on Wholrdusk's sleek ginger fur, hard as small stones pelting onto him. Whorldusk wasn't pleased to have to go hunting in this weather, but he must go along it. Whorldusk thought of his sister Foxclove, and spending time with her. Little did he know he wouldn't see her again... Suddenly, Whorldusk and the other two cats found a rabbit in the forest, hopping slowly. "A rabbit!" Mewed the ginger tom excitedly. " Lets bring it back to camp! Bad things could happen if our Clanmates are hungry!" "We don't often see rabbits in YewClan's territory!" Thought Whorldusk with excitement. But the rabbit was breathing raggedly and walking funnily. It's eyes was bulging and watery, clearly in distress. It probably won't be able to survive for another day... "Look" the deputy mewed to her and Puddlepaw "No cat should hunt this rabbit, okay? Rabbits aren't meant to look like that." Whorldusk pricked his ears and started listening to her. "If you ever suspect that prey is sick, don't catch it. Prey like that can make the Clan sick if they eat it, and depending on the disease, we could lose Clanmates" Whorldusk thought for a moment. "And we have enough bad things happening since my father Bubblingheart, and Stormmasks' deaths." "Got it Heavy!" mewed Whorldusk with a flick of his tail. "We don't want to lose more Clanmates!"Whorldusk glanced at the apprentice, Puddlepaw and saw that he was listening carefully at Heavy as well, his aqua eyes fixed on the deputy. Whorldusk and the other cats then turned away from the rabbit, letting it die in peace. The ginger wanted to pounce on the rabbit just to put it out of it's misery, but realized the sickness could spread to him if he did that. Unbeknownst to Whorldusk, this event was foreshadowing the future; tomorrow, he would lose not only his apprentice, Gingerpaw, but also his sister, Foxclove to tainted rabbits!
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Post by cometchaos on Aug 31, 2024 3:05:18 GMT -5
 Shadepatch--Herb Patrol with Flashpaw (whispering)
-Misses the warmth Gingerpaw brought to the world-As Shadepatch walked through Yewclans' territory with Flashpaw trailing behind her, she hardly paid attention to what was happening around her, as she was caught up in her thoughts about what had happened in the past few moons. There had been many deaths in the medicine den recently, and Shadepatch felt like each one was her fault. First Stormmask, and now Frozenlaurel, Foxclove, Gustkit, and Gingerpaw. She missed Gingerpaw. She missed the warmth he had always brought to the world. Only a few days after, Thrushfleck and Flax had just disappeared.
Shadepatch stopped her thinking, as she heard Flashpaw asking questions from behind her. "But why. Why should we trust them if they allow these bad things to happen? Don't they care? Would they already know that Flax shouldn't have been trusted? They could have warned us!" He said. "I don't know," Shadepatch replied "I don't know if it was Starclan not warning us or the rogues poisoining the prey," ...Or me not working hard enough to save them. Shadepatch added to herself.
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Post by tigersdoroar on Sept 1, 2024 17:47:15 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ * Is named a warrior and is honored for his boundless energy.
* Is congratulated by drizzlemimic.
* Is playing tag.
* Has a wonderful time gossiping about other Clans with Wrenkit.
Amberpaw heard Dapplestar call a meeting and his heart soared as Dawnpaw bolted out of the den. Just as excited, Amberpaw gave a yowl and followed close behind. "This must be for us!" He called back to his littermates. As Dawnpaw nuzzled Whisperingpaw and Petalpaw, Amberpaw gave them both a respectful nod. Would they be getting their warrior names today? As he wondered, the tortoiseshell tom settled in right next to Monarchpaw, eager to hear Dapplestar begin their ceremony. Once again, Amberpaw was the first of his siblings called forward. Amberpaw hesitated, remembering how daunting and slightly horrifying his apprentice ceremony had been. He had just been a foolish kit standing in front of a crowd of cats he hardly knew. Things were different now though, and Amberpaw knew it. He had grown so much over the past six moons, and Drizzlemimic and his family had helped him along the way. Presenting the clan with a smile, Amberpaw flattened his fur and dipped his head, stepping forward to meet Dapplestar. Amberpaw found his confidence fully when Dapplestar asked if he promised to uphold the warrior code and defend Yewclan, even at the cost of his life. Of course he would!"I do!" Amberpaw mewed with his head held high, receiving his warrior name of Amberrise shortly after. Dapplestar honored him for his boundless energy, which Amberrise felt was appropriate given his adventures over the past six moons. Yewclan seemed to be dealing with a lot recently, but the splotchy tom was always ready to take on it all. “Dawnpaw, please step forward.”Amberrise's ears twitched back as Dawnpaw was unexpectedly called forward. Was Dapplestar really going to wait to give his siblings who had had a tougher time their warrior names? They were certainly old enough. He shot Petalpaw an uneasy look despite the fact that he was unable to meet Petalpaw's gaze, but then returned his eyes to Dawnpaw, congratulating him and yowling with the clan as he became Dawnshade, honored for his caution. Whisperingpaw was also skipped over, but she didn't seem to mind. Monarchpaw was last, and Dapplestar honored her with confidence and the fitting name of Monarchlightning. Three siblings, all warriors, honored for completely different things. What would Petalpaw and Whisperingpaw be honored for? Amberrise was sure he would find out soon. As the ceremony ended, Amberrise found Drizzlemimic in the crowd and bounded over to his former mentor. “Well done, Amberrise! You were a great apprentice and now you will be a great warrior. I know we didn’t always see eye to eye, but I hope you have tolerated me as a mentor at least," Drizzlemimic chuckled. “What matters is that you’ve made me proud, and I’m sure your mother and siblings are proud of you too. Good luck in the future.” Amberrise blushed, embarassed, but happy to be congratulated. "You were a great mentor Drizzlemimic! And I'm proud and appreciative that I had you as a mentor. I'm happy that you can be proud of me as well! I hope I wasn't too much of a fur-brain!" He touched noses with Drizzlemimic, and then wandered through the crowd, receiving congratulations from his family and many others. He didn't notice if Dawnshade or Monarchlightning received the same amount of attention.
After his warrior ceremony Amberrise found himself spending some time with the clan's kits, playing a quick game of tag. He wanted to relax awhile before his vigil, and accepting the full responsibilities of becoming a warrior. During tag, Wrenkit began asking questions about the other clans, and Amberrise found himself gossiping for the rest of the night. ---* Hunting patrol with hopbramble, catches a lizard.
Amberrise pounced, landing squarely on his quarry. He nipped the lizard on the neck, delivering a killing bit, and then picked it up in his jaws. He shook the day's rainy water off of it's body with a grunt. Hunting was surely easier now that he and his mother knew where the twolegs weren't hanging out, but the weather and the recent events with the rogues had the tom feeling wary.
As he and Hopbramble pushed through the wet forest, he noted how quiet his mother was. She seemed to be paying more attention to her own thoughts than hunting, but that made sense. Four Yewclan cats had been poisoned, and two had disappeared. Any cat would be distracted under those circumstances. Taking a bit more of his share of the responsibility of hunting, Amberrise set his lizard down and scented the air for more prey.
"If we faced a rogue patrol right now, would you be ready to face them, Amberrise?" Hopbramble questioned suddenly.
"A rogue patrol?" Amberrise asked, caught off guard. He hadn't thought about the rogues in awhile. "Do you think... do you think they're behind the poisonings? I suppose they might of attacked the clan..." Amberrise's hackles rose at the thought.
"It's not a matter of 'if' anymore, it's when." Her tone was cold, grave. "...and no matter what happens, look after Petalpaw. Look after your siblings."
"Hopbramble! Do you think they'll come after you!? We should tell Dapplestar!" Amberrise gasped, his eyes wide. He longed to know about the story of his past.
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Ooc: Lots of you to tag in this post!
chocolatemilk7 (Drizzlemimic) Sand (Monarchpaw) chocolatemilk7 (Dawnpaw) grimmreminder (Petalpaw) Dew (Whisperingpaw) lemonshortbread (Hopbramble) polarized (Wrenkit) lazzylake (Dapplestar)
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Post by stormshade1 on Sept 2, 2024 15:54:43 GMT -5
Pondspeckle Thinks Ravenpaw would have been a better apprentice than Seedpaw (asrise , Sand )
It wasn't fair.
Nobody else had lost anyone important. Not as important as Frozenlaurel. How come nobody cared about Frozenlaurel but his own kin? And not even the kits, just him and Hayfeather. Pondspeckle even resented Mistleheart – She'd had kits with the tom, and didn’t even give a flying fish that he was dead! How? How could nobody care? Why?
StarClan. StarClan, send Frozenlaurel back. I’d do anything. Take me instead! Please. Please. I’d do anything. Just bring him back. Bring him back. Pondspeckle shivered uncontrollably. He curled into a tighter ball. He tried to not think about Frozenlaurel, but it felt wrong. How could he not think about Frozenlaurel?
Frozenlaurel.
Frozenlaurel.
Please.
Come back.
Come.
Back!
Pondspeckle wailed into the moss of his nest, his claws sinking into the bedding. It wasn’t fair!
Pondspeckle was tired. He hadn’t slept the past few nights. Frozenlaurel was too important.
There was a new cat. A new cat that took up the tiniest space in his mind. Ravenpaw was on the patrol to find the new cat. Ravenpaw. He had wanted Ravenpaw as an apprentice since Ravenpaw was a kit. But instead he had gotten Seedpaw.
No.
Don’t think like that.
There are more pressing matters to worry about.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and let sleep overcome him.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Sept 2, 2024 17:26:11 GMT -5
Hopbramble
The Northern Border | w/ Monarchlightning Sand
Trespassers
Is craving shrew
Thinks Heavy is very helpful
Makes Amberrise laugh
Mari joins the clan
Hopbramble's breath formed little clouds in the chilly morning air as she padded silently through the dense underbrush, her dark tabby fur blending seamlessly with the shadows, much like Monarchlightning's tabby coat as well. She hasn't had many opportunities to be on patrol with just her kin, it was a nice break from the walls she put up against the others in YewClan. She didn't care for all of these patrols up to the northern border with her kin though, Heavy was a very helpful deputy, but something about this seemed careless. The dark tabby couldn't blame the orange calico much though, it's not like she had the knowledge Dapplestar possessed about her business with these cats...if anyone could call them that.
The memory of sharing a shrew with Amberrise earlier this morning flickered in her mind and she almost smiled thinking of their conversation, "Looks like I'm checking the purr-imeter again." she joked. She had been surprised that her son hadn't rolled his eyes at that one. The moment had been ruined though at the realization of how quiet it was. Not tiny scuffles under the leaves, no bird song, just stillness. Her icy blue eyes narrow, searching, hunting for what had silenced the forest. The tension in the air seemed to crack like the leaves under paw as Monarchlightning and Hopbramble as they tried to listen and scent what or who it could be.
Her dark tabby tail twitched at the realization as a familiar scent grew stronger, though thankfully not too familiar. "Rogues." She whispered to Monarchlightning, the word dripping with disdain and a deep hatred she could not hide. Hopbramble and her daughter hadn't even reached the northern border yet, they were still far from it. "They're getting bolder." she continued, scanning their surroundings for an advantageous point with her blue eyes that gleamed with a fierce and excited light. "Show no mercy, Monarchlightning." She warned the gray tabby molly.
With a silent nod, Hopbramble motioned for her daughter to flank left while she took the right, moving like shadows, their dark pelts blended in with the dense foliage. The molly's heart pounded, not with fear, but the thrill of the hunt. Any excuse to send them back weeping at their new scars, Hopbramble would take it. Their movements were synchronized, making way towards the low, murmuring voices of strangers, "...he said there was another tom with him." a scarred gray tabby tom remarked.
"Thrush-something, I think? He's probably dead by now." a patchy-pelted tortoiseshell molly replied - both cats were too confident for their own good.
Hopbramble locked eyes with Monarchlightning and nodded, Now! She burst from the undergrowth with a blood-curdling yowl, her claws outstretched as she collided with the tom, and with a grin, she watched his eyes widen in shock. He hardly had time to utter her name before the dark molly's claws raked across his face. "You should have run when you had a chance." She growled. The two rolled, batting at one another once they were on their paws and Hopbramble stayed alert to listen if Monarchlightning was in trouble. She dived at the tom's back legs while he stood on them to try and slash at her face, unbalancing him. With a hiss, Hopbramble threw herself at his exposed belly and began slashing one-two, one-two, in rhythm. He screeched in pain, only managing to get the molly off of him by a well-aimed blow to her jaw. Hopbramble stumbled backward, reeling slightly but recovering quickly enough to get into a position like she would launch herself at him again.
The tom struggled to his paws, his breath ragged. He glanced at the she-cat, who was already backing away from Monarchlightning, their bravado shattered. "This isn't over..." the tom growled, but there was fear in his eyes now.
"You're right. Not until I've killed every. last. one of you." Hopbramble hissed back, pretending to run at the pair of rogues and breaking into laughter as they sprinted away from the two ruthless mollies. Blood surrounded her muzzle and covered her paws with splatters along her neck, hardly any of it was her own. She cast her blue eyes back on her daughter's, "I'm proud of you. You held your own against that mange-pelt - that's no easy feat." Hopbramble padded over to Monarchlightning, nuzzling her daughter lightly with her dark head against her gray jaw. "Let's finish this patrol and then wash up. Let them see the damage they caused themselves." Hopbramble purred.
Luckily the rest of their patrol had been uneventful. Maybe their own message held some weight to the rogues for today. Upon their return to camp, she could feel many pairs of eyes on them, the rogue's blood still on their pelts. Hopefully, the others could learn what it took to keep their territory safe from cats like Saffrons'.
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