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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Sept 11, 2024 12:00:36 GMT -5
 Drizzlemimic- Patrol with Mistleheart, Hazelpelt and Ravenpaw/Wants to critique Hazelpelt's fighting crouch Tensions were higher than ever. So many cats had lost their lives to the rogues, and Drizzlemimic couldn’t take it anymore. They needed to be chased off! They don’t follow any rules. No honor, no Warrior Code, just hunger for power and thirst for blood. He had known how it felt to lose a cat close to him now. Frozenlaurel had been poisoned moons ago. Dawnshade was convinced that Flax was the one who did it, and was a spy the whole time for the rogues. On second thought, it did make sense. There’s no way an actual healer would have put up with the rogues for so long. We were foolish to trust him for so long. But what was done was done. Drizzlemimic couldn’t change the past, just influence the future. “Hey-“ Drizzlemimic could hear Hazelpelt hiss just before Mistleheart noticed the same paw print as her. The white and grey tom sniffed the trail. It was reading of rogues scent. A bit old, but still recent. If they were quick, they might still catch them on their territory. The three cats followed Mistleheart’s lead. Everyone seemed ready for battle… except for Hazelpelt. Drizzlemimic and her former mentor prepared a fighting stance, and Ravenpaw was an apprentice. But Hazelpelt was just casually strolling, no combat crouch visible. Did she not understand the danger they could run into? The potential fight that could occur? Hazelpelt was his friend, but she still needed to be just as ready as every other clan mate. Although, maybe it wouldn’t be the best idea to get into a battle with an apprentice by our side… He remembered the death of young Gingerpaw. If Thrushfleck ever returned to YewClan, he would already be devastated about losing one kit, two would be too much. The trail was long. They seemed to go across most of YewClan territory. But it wasn’t long until they reached the northern border. Mistleheart stopped as the paw prints lead outside the territory. “Why’d you stop?” Ravenpaw asked. Poor apprentice. He didn’t understand what crossing the border to the rogues’ territory meant. He looked on at the land beyond them. To think they could be planning their next move somewhere beyond there. It was a scary thought for Drizzlemimic. If only he could… He extended his paw and stepped slightly beyond the marked border. His other paw reached out. I could stop this. He could go after the rogues himself. He hesitated for the next step. No… There’s just one of me… and so many more of them. He shouldn’t be foolish. He turned around and saw Ravenpaw and Mistleheart arguing. He saw where Ravenpaw was coming from… but he couldn’t speak to Mistleheart like that! “Ravenpaw! Have some respect for Mistleheart. She’s… making the wise decision.” If they kept going, they could have lost someone. Drizzlemimic- Cinderdapple’s death Tragedy struck again. Drizzlemimic was eating in the warriors den. He was waiting for Cinderdapple to get back to camp. The two siblings hadn’t talked in a while, so he wanted to reconnect with his sister. She was a mentor again. But surely she could spare some time in the afternoon for a friendly chat. It was a rough time in the clan, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t relax a bit. We could be like apprentice again. While still thinking, he heard some noise outside. The noise of a patrol entering camp. Cinderdapple was back! He tried to rush out to meet his sister… but something wasn’t right. The noise was too loud for a simple returning patrol. It was distressed, it was panicked! He exited his den to see a crowd of cats at the entrance. What is happening!?He slipped between his fellow clan mates to see what the matter was. And that’s when he saw it. Cinderdapple’s bloodied body. Everything went black for a second. Drizzlemimic’s peripheral vision blurred as the only thing he could focus on was his sister. “Cinderdapple!” He yelled as he ran up to her. “She needs a healer! Quick, someone get Shadepatch! O-or Flashpaw, if you can’t find her!” He put his nose up to his sister’s red stained pelt. “Please be alright… I-I don’t know what I’ll do without you...” But no one was going after the medicine cats. “What are you all waiting for? She needs help!” He looked around at his clan mates. The panic he noticed earlier was gone. And it was replaced by something else. Grief. They had realized what Drizzlemimic failed to see. Cinderdapple was dead. Her body was cold, lifeless. She bled out after being attacked by the rogues. The rogues.”Those fox hearts!” Drizzlemimic yelled out into the sky. “Now they’ve taken two away from me… I’ll… I’ll kill them myself if I have to!” He didn’t want it to have to come down to that. But he wanted revenge. He would spill rogue blood with his own claws. I’ll show them what happens when you mess with YewClan... when you hurt my family! He burst into a storm of tears in his little corner of camp. He wouldn’t come out until the vigil. He couldn’t. I have to protect Hayfeather. He’s the only one I have left.
The clan gathered around to mourn Cinderdapple’s death. He leaned on his mate, both of them in a state of distraught. At least she’s with Stemriver now. Maybe she was happy there. StarClan was probably nice place. There were definitely many cats she would get along with. She gets to see Frozenlaurel and Bubblingheart too… These thoughts didn’t make it any easier for Drizzlemimic to sit at the vigil. Still, he stood by her the entire night, missing out on sleep, but catching up on time with his sister. Time he would never get back now. Tagging Sapphirejas jaybun! asrise lemonshortbread |
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Sept 11, 2024 13:19:53 GMT -5
 Dawnshade- Patrol with Slatefoot, Whisepringheart and Seedpaw It was a windy day outside. The breeze was blowing on Dawnshade’s pelt as he, his now warrior sister Whiperingheart and the apprentice, Seedpaw all followed behind Slatefoot. It was another border patrol. Just a routine now that the rogues were out and about. Soon, he might even have to fight one. He was excited to avenge his father… just scared he won’t be powerful enough. He was never the best fighter. That was more Monarchlightning’s speciality. He was the camp keeper more than anything. He enjoyed that role, but he also liked patrolling. He felt more connected with his clan mates. He didn’t have any “friends” outside his family, but there was a sense of mutual respect between each other. Unlike the rogues.It seemed they never went away, as Dawnshade felt their putrid smell on their territory. Again. Just a few days ago, another patrol scented them. And now they’re back again. If this was Flax… if he had the nerve to show his face again… No, it isn’t. I know his scent. This isn’t it. Slatefoot directioned him and Whisperingheart to flank the rogue as they followed the track. They snuck around, Dawnshade using his right side to blend in with the darkness. It was a nifty gift he had. Whether it was light or dark outside, he could use one of his faces to camouflage. It was limiting of course, but it had its uses. The intruder didn’t even see them coming as the patrol encircled him. He got on the defensive as Slatefoot started to speak. “We aren’t so kind to outsiders anymore. Though we may let you go unharmed, if you answer our questions.” An interrogation. It wasn’t quite what Dawnshade had in mind for his first encounter with a rogue, but it would do. Let’s see what this flee bag has to say. “No! Please don’t kill me! You don’t understand… I’m just a grunt of his… I don’t do any of the decision making!” Dawnshade hissed. That doesn’t change the fact you still stood there and accepted what your group was doing! “If Saffron found out I told him about our camp… he would kill me! Please, you have to understand!” He expects us to have mercy for him after what he did?! Dawnshade was growing more and more frustrated. The hypocrisy of these cats was unfathomable. “Then leave him,” Dawnshade stated without thinking. “W-what?” Replied the rogue. “You think you need to listen to Saffron? You don’t. You can run away right now, go to distant lengths beyond our territories where he won’t bother to find you, especially if you’re as unimportant as you say you are. I don’t know where or how you grew up, but you’ve lead yourself to believe that you have to listen to him. I don’t know wether it’s because he’s “stronger” or “imposing”, but in YewClan, leaders aren’t like that. Here, leaders have the interests on their clan mates as their first priority. You aren’t innocent either, don’t believe that, but there is no way Saffron wants you to be happy. You’re better off without him. Just tell us what we want to know, and you can go free.” Dawnshade hoped his speech was convincing enough for the rogue. He tried not to reveal anything about YewClan or his origin. He didn’t want him to know about him, just in case he did return to the rogues. The intruder gave Dawnshade a confused but somewhat hopeful look. “Alright then. We’re located near your border, not too far away in a tunnel system. The entrance is heavily guarded from the inside. And… they’re planning an attack soon. A big one on your camp. Saffron’s really starting to get angry now.” The patrol surrounding him was silent for a minute. This might mean all out war. He wants to finish what he started. He wants to kill Hopbramble… and us. He didn’t dare speak it out loud, fearing he might panic everyone else. But he knew. The rogue nervously spoke up again, interrupting his train of thought. “Can I go now?” ”Never come back” Dawnshade hissed. Tagging Feathertalon Dew |
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Post by Dew on Sept 11, 2024 17:59:14 GMT -5
Whisperingheart Border patrol || with Slatefoot, Dawnshade, Seedpaw Whisperingheart sighed as she exited camp, as if she were relaxed. It was her first patrol as a warrior, she should be excited to leave, not scared, not tense. But she was tense. Cinderdapple had died on patrol only a few days ago, bloody and limp. The patrol had come back with their eyes filled with grief, but something in Lightpaw's eyes had told her something. They were wide, scared. Stricken. It had made it even more real to Whisperingheart.
The rogue stench hit the patrol hard, it's acrid smell making Whisperingheart's fur stand on end. They were downwind to the cat, the strong winds bringing their scent towards the patrol and keeping the patrol hidden. Hopefully they don't know we're here....
”Dawnshade, Whisperingheart, circle around.” The command let Whisperingheart relax slightly, she was a warrior now, but a new one. She still didn't know how to take command or make a patrol listen to her. I will get used to it though! I'm just happy I get to sleep with my littermates again!
Squaring her shoulders and putting on a brave face, Whisperingheart matched Dawnshade's paw step for paw step, only changing course when they got closer to the rogue. The closer they got, the more mad she got. How dare they intrude on our territory? Don't they know it's ours?
But even for as mad as she was, she didn't want a fight. She had never liked fights, always trying to stay out of them at all costs. It wasn't that she was scared to fight them, Whisperingheart was confident that she could beat a rogue if she had too, but there were other ways to solve problems that didn't include bloodshed and killing.
The grey molly took position beside the tom, not too close. Slatefoot was staring at him head-on, with Dawnshade on his other side. Seedpaw was staying by Slatefoot's side. That's a good idea. Don't want the apprentice getting hurt.
The tom was thin and scrawny, grey fur puffed up to make him look twice his size. Yet there was something about the shades of grey that faintly resembled her own. Whisperingheart knew that Hopbramble had come from the antagonistic group, but she had never told them who their father was. Could this be him? But the tom looked too young, only a few moons older than herself.
Whisperingheart let Dawnshade and Slatefoot handle the interrogation, listening carefully to the rogues answers. They were rather descriptive, and whoever this Saffron was he seemed to be the leader. Saffron this and Saffron that. Is he the only one with any power? Why isn't he good at handling it?
Hissing and spitting, Whisperingheart reared up as Dawnshade finished. "Leave and don't come back!" She had noticed that Dawnshade hadn't revealed they were Hopbramble's kits, not even letting it slip they knew about Hopbramble, even though the rogue group was sure to know that her mother was staying in the clan, along with her kits. Us.
"They're planning an attack? And who is this Saffron? He seems to be the leader of this 'group'. If we take him down, hopefully the entire group will fall too."  [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 11, 2024 19:04:21 GMT -5
Seedpaw »
This was the first time Seedpaw had ever come face to face with a rogue. He kept close to Slatefoot, his dark and white fur brushing against her own dark and white fur, but a part of him wanted to pull away and step back. He had never witnessed Slatefoot this mad, this angry. The young tom could feel the fury radiating off of her, hotter than a greenleaf sun. Paws shuffling and eyes growing wide as he stared at the gray rogue tom, Seedpaw’s insides squirmed with anxiety. Bloodthirsty rogues, Clanmates clamoring for war…
These next few moons were sure to be stained red.
His mind wandered toward Shadepatch and Flashpaw. Would his mother and her handsome apprentice be prepared for such bloodshed? Would they be able to effectively treat all the wounded and maimed that came to their den? Being a warrior had been Seedpaw’s goal from the start, but right now he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be more useful as a healer than a warrior. YewClan needed all the fighters they could get, but healers were just as important. A Clan could only survive if it had a steadfast and wise healer to see them through. The young tom’s throat became scratchy and dry. He had a few moons of warrior training done under his pelt, but would it be enough? He’d probably be more use as a warrior than a medicine cat should war break out, but he couldn’t help but wonder… He couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps he should stay behind and help Shadepatch and Flashpaw.
The newly named Whisperingheart broke Seedpaw out of his trance. He looked at the spotted gray tabby that had been his denmate just a moon prior. Her questions rang in his ears, a hollow reminder that more death was on the horizon. Seedpaw longed for the day that YewClan could go a moon without holding a vigil for a fallen Clanmate.
Slatefoot shifted beside him, the warrior holding herself tall as she stared toward the direction the rogue had fled in. Seedpaw noticed a glint at her paws, the shine of the sun hitting her unsheathed claws. ”I’ll kill every single rogue if I have to, even at the cost of my own life. This needs to end sooner rather than later, and now that we know where their camp is…” Slatefoot’s tail lashed as she turned to her patrol, eyes narrowed, burning with anger. ”We must report this to Dapplestar now. Once we do that we should head back out here to make sure that fox-heart truly left, and if not…” The rosette splashed molly lifted a paw, her claws sharp.
She didn’t need to finish her statement for Seedpaw to understand.
He gulped.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Sept 11, 2024 21:03:21 GMT -5
 Cinderdapple
The Northern Border | w/ Hopbramble, Amberrise, Lightpaw tigersdoroar Dew
Is killed in an ambush
TW: blood, violence
This border always sets Cinderdapple's fur on end. She always looked over her shoulder, never spoke when their patrols neared it, using the utmost caution and still jumping at every rustle. Those yellow eyes, the horrible cloudy yellow eyes of that tom that the rogues left on their side of the border under the cover of fog hadn't left her memory. The tension in the air almost felt like a weight on her paws as they moved closer. Cinderdapple respected Hopbramble, she was a force to be reckoned with, but it seemed like no matter what patrol she was on, something went wrong and yet, nothing went wrong for Hopbramble, only for those who had the misfortune of being on the same patrol. The breeze rustling the leaves overhead and the beautiful weather felt ironic somehow - it didn't mask the underlying unease that clung to every shadow of this border.
"Stay close." Cinderdapple murmured to her charge. They had only just recently begun more complicated battle training, and while Lightpaw might be able to hold off a typical warrior who wouldn't dare go for the kill, there was no question though what these rogues would do to her if they got the opportunity. It made the gray and white molly shudder at imagining Lightpaw like the mysterious tom.
Ahead, Hopbramble moved like a shadow, her black tabby pelt blending into the undergrowth, her son Amberrise not far behind. They both seemed alert, but Hopbramble seemed particularly frantic. The older warrior suddenly halted, her icy blue eyes wild. Cinderdapple watched her jaw part to yowl something but she didn't get the chance to.
The forest exploded in chaos.
Rogues - dark, snarling figures with half-kept pelts and eyes that gleamed with otherworldly malice. They leaped at the patrol, streaming from the trees and bushes that they were waiting in. In an instant, they were caught in the whirlwind. Her emerald eyes went wide in panic as two of them beelined for Lightpaw who seemed paralyzed in fear and shock. "NO!" Unsheathing her claws, Cinderdapple cleared the distance in a single jump, placing herself between Lightpaw and her attackers. She slashed frantically, left and right and left and right.
"Stay behind me!" she hissed to her apprentice. Her heart was pounding in her chest, the two of them were isolated from Amberrise and Hopbramble, who were being kept at bay by the other cats. A tortoiseshell molly and tabby tom had Hopbramble pinned and a white tabby tom kept Amberrise at bay.
Backup help had been their only hope and to her horror, they weren't even trying to fight Hopbramble anymore. The rogues didn't want to kill anyone but Lightpaw.
Lightpaw.
Fighting had always been Cinderdapple's weakest skill, but when the world became a blur of claws, teeth, fur, and blood - mostly her own - it wasn't an excuse. It was either Lightpaw's life or her own. Where the gray and white warrior was frantic, the rogues were brutal and precise. With a well-aimed slash to a tuxedo tom's eye, she sent him reeling, screeching in pain. "You'll both pay for that!" His partner, a large black short-furred tom yowled. With a vicious swipe across her flank, pain shot through Cinderdapple. She couldn't even feel the blood seeping into her gray and white fur, but she only saw it when she dared to sneak a glance.
Her vision blurred for a moment, but she forced herself to stay upright, "No." Cinderdapple growled, her voice low and dangerous, in a way she had never heard herself speak before, "You won't touch her."
The two toms only laughed in a way that made her blood run cold, but even facing her worst nightmares, Cinderdapple found the strength within herself to surge forward with a final burst of strength. It was almost in slow motion, she could hear clearly from behind her the voice of Hopbramble as the molly cried out, "Cinderdapple!" but what could Hopbramble do?
The three of them were a blur of fur and screeches of pain, mostly her own. She would catch on them across the face or neck, but the effort drained her and her movements slowed. A set of claws hooked into her neck and before Cinderdapple could blink, she collapsed to the ground. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, it was almost like a dream, where you tried to move but your body wouldn't respond, like you were sinking into the ocean with stones tied around your limbs.
Hopbramble's roar echoed through the clearing, a sound of fury and desperation, Hopbramble! she thought in panic, Is she okay? She dragged her owl-masked head slowly to try and catch a glimpse of the dark molly and realized in horror how wet the forest floor was beneath her and how red Lightpaw's paws were with her mentor's blood.
The world was dimming around her, and all Cinderdapple could feel was pain. Her breathing was strained, gurgling more now with the blood that started to clog her airway. When did Hopbramble and Amberrise start standing beside Lightpaw? She hadn't even noticed them move. "Light...paw" She wasn't ready, she had so much to learn, so much more room to grow but now without her. Her heart ached as she stared at her apprentice for the final time. She had been lucky to be on this patrol. What greater honor was there for a mentor than to be there when their apprentice needed them most? "T-take...care of...Light...p-paw." Cinderdapple choked out, blood splattered with every syllable and tears streamed down her face in frustration that she could hardly even get the words out.
She parted her jaws to speak but Hopbramble gently shushed her, pressing her nose to Cinderdapple's forehead, "We will. Please, try to sleep now little one." Cinderdapple wanted to wail light a kit for her mother, for Heavy, for Stemriver, for someone. Anyone. For the family she isolated herself from. It hurt, everything hurt, and all the while she knew she was dying as she convulsed. She'd never been more afraid in her life, and yet, she couldn't help but look at the breeze rustling the leaves one last time.
[OOC: my poor baby, but honestly, i couldn't imagine a more fitting death for someone who truly only loved her clan]
 Hopbramble
Hopbramble | w/ Cinderdapple, Amberrise, Lightpaw tigersdoroar Dew
Ambush
Recovered from heat stroke
Hopbramble's muscles still felt sluggish from her recent bout of heat stroke, but the cooling breeze swept through the forest and helped stave off the lingering exhaustion. She padded at the head of the patrol in silence, her son, Lightpaw, and Cinderapple in order behind her. The breeze was the only noise in the forest, which was never a good sign. Her senses were heightened, or so she thought.
Green eyes bore into her icy blue ones, and before she could even warn the patrol, rogues streamed out from the undergrowth and trees, hungry, starving for revenge. Instinctively, Hopbramble moved to try and shield Amberrise, her claws unsheathed, fur bushed to make her look twice her size. She recognized the tabby tom and tortoiseshell molly from her encounter with Monarchlightning but they were smarter this time, cutting her off from her son and the rest of the patrol with a series of coordinated attacks. She was skilled, but two cats were much more difficult to fight off than one. "Not so fast, Hopbramble." The tom chuckled, driving her back toward a pine tree.
She would strike their faces, and flanks, and bite at whatever she could reach. Hopbramble reared up on her hind legs but quickly her back slammed into the pine. In desperation to break away from them and get to everyone else, she dove at the tortoiseshell in her signature dive move. The two mollies rolled, and Hopbramble tore at her with a blood-curdling screech but it didn't last long before the tom bowled into her with full force. Pine needles flew around them, dust and earth kicked up in a cloud and she was forced to the ground by both of their body weight and claws. The tom held her face between his paws, turning it to look on at Cinderdapple and Lightpaw. Don't...no they can't be... One of them was going to die. This was an execution ambush, and they always went for the weakest. Hopbramble used to be part of them.
They were going to kill Lightpaw. Hopbramble squirmed, hissing and trying to buck the two cats off in her wave of helpless fury while she watched in horror Cinderdapple being battered by the two large toms. It happened so quickly, but Hopbramble's heart sank as she saw the gray and white warrior slow. Her resistance grew desperate, and she was able to bite at the tom's foreleg, granting her an opening to surge forward. "Cinderdapple!"
But it wasn't enough.
The two rogues bowled her over again and this time with a few extra swipes at her flank for good measure. "Try that again! Try it! I dare you, filthy traitor." the tabby tom hissed before smacking Hopbramble's head into the ground. Her head spun for a moment, but she could see Cinderdapple staggering, blood-staining her spotted coat. Hopbramble had put the dots together once she caught a glimpse of the warrior's open neck, and yet, she still tried to shield her apprentice with her body.
The dark molly let out a guttural snarl, her adrenaline and anger giving her a surge of strength as she rolled underneath her attackers, kicking off the molly and raking her claws down the tom in a blind fury. The surprise gave her a few moments to break free from them, allowing her to rush to Cinderdapple's side but to her surprise, no one tried to stop her, and Amberrise's attacker stopped too. Their work was done.
Her blue gaze looked between the rogues retreating and the warrior before her paws. They couldn't even grant the poor creature a quick death. They had to watch her choke on her own blood and convulse in pain as she tried in vain to take a full breath or construct a sentence. The ground under their paws was wet with blood. She could hardly understand what Cinderdapple was even trying to say, and part of her heart broke at seeing the warrior, once so strong, begin crying in anger that she was unable to speak. But from how Cinderdapple looked at Lightpaw with concern, she could put the pieces together. "We will. Please, try to sleep now little one."
Finally, as the shudders grew less violent, her shallow breathing slowed, and the horrible gurgling stopped as her body stilled. Her emerald eyes dull as the light left them. She couldn't bear to look at them like they were just staring at the trees above her. With a gentle paw, Hopbramble closed her eyes, swallowing hard against the rising grief. There was time to mourn later, in camp. Not vulnerable here by the border. She fixed her eyes on Lightpaw, resting her tail on the apprentice's flank, "Come, we need to bring her home." She motioned for Amberrise to help lift the warrior, carrying her over both of their backs. The blood wouldn't stop trickling over them until they reached camp.
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Post by polarized on Sept 12, 2024 5:23:31 GMT -5
 Wrenpaw Patrol & Eavesdrops on Slatefoot {--} with Whorldusk, Icepaw, Dapplestar & Slatefoot Wrenpaw follows after her mentor, Whorldusk. It seemed like two still didn’t seem to get along well. Icepaw and Dapplestar, Wrenpaw thought jealously, they were a good pair. How come Wrenpaw didn’t get Dapplestar? She was a great apprentice too. But there was no time to waste, especially with the threat the rogues face to the clan. Wrenpaw had to learn, and she had to learn quickly. What if the rogues attacked? What if she wasn’t ready? Wrenpaw couldn’t let that happen. Today however, was a hunting patrol. It turned out Whorldusk had spent all of his time planting seeds and berries to try and get the squirrels to come out. To the patrols luck, it seemed to work. Wrenpaw and the rest of the patrol waited by the bait, listening for the squirrels. Wrenpaw was first to pounce, coming back holding it in her jaws by the bushy tail. It wasn’t long until the patrol came home with plenty of squirrels, due to Whorldusk’s hard work. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.
Wrenpaw had dropped her squirrel on the pile, when she heard something that made her ears flick curiously. In the corner of her eye was Slatefoot, the cat she had trained with last moon. Wrenpaw stalked around the camp, until she was in a spot in which she could hear their conversation. She couldn’t tell who Slatefoot was talking too, but it seemed important. Wrenpaw listened to their conversation, her tail pricked over her paws.  [[ wow wrenpaw already gettin’ that gossip ]] |
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Post by Dew on Sept 12, 2024 6:28:17 GMT -5
Lightpaw Is daydreaming, Is glad Wrenpaw is her littermate (+), Border Patrol (TW; Blood, Violence) || with Hopbramble, Cinderdapple, Amberrise Lightpaw wasn't fully paying attention to the patrol and her surroundings as much as she should have. Lightpaw knew the threat from the rogues, from the manys warnings Lightpaw and her littermates had received as well as Gustkit. Gustkit had been killed by the rogues in YewClan's own camp, just by eating a rabbit. Lightpaw had steered clear of rabbits since.
Still caught up in her thoughts, Lightpaw thought of her other littermates, Wrenpaw and Icepaw. She was lucky that she had such a big family, even if two of them were dead. Lightpaw still had Mistleheart and her siblings. Icepaw was insecure about herself, which was kind of sweet but also a little annoying. Wrenpaw was strict and kept them all in line. I'm glad Wrenpaw is my littermate, and not someone else's.
It when then, when she was thinking about her family, when the rogues attacked, and they were heading straight for her.
Lightpaw couldn't move. They were going to kill her, and she couldn't do anything about it. Once second she was thinking about her family, and the next she would be dead. Dead. They were getting closer, and closer...
No blows connected. No claws ripped her flesh. Cinderdapple. Her mentor had thrown herself between her and the rogues, keeping them from her. Hopbramble and Amberrise were each sectioned off from the rest of the patrol, leaving her and Cinderdapple to fight the bloodthirsty cats. But I'm only an apprentice!
She was still rooted to the spot, just watching Cinderdapple fight the rogues on her own. The she-cat raised a paw of one of them, sending him reeling with a smart blow to the eye.
"You'll both pay for that!"
They still wanted to kill her. They wanted to kill every cat in YewClan, but her most of all. Why?! But this sent her moving. This is my first real battle. I can't just stand there and watch them murder the cats I care for!
Lightpaw was too slow. By the time she had gotten to Cinderdapple's side, the rogues were finishing her off, and Lightpaw didn't have time to even land a blow on the rogue that had killed her. Once the work was done they retreated into the underbrush, probably heading back to their stupid rogue camp.
"Cinderdapple!" Lightpaw wailed, racing over to her mentors side. It didn't look good, but maybe Shadepatch could fix it? Could Shadepatch fix Cinderdapple? Lightpaw's light grey paws were already stained with the blood of her mentor and she backed away quickly, horrified.
Hopbramble. The older molly's dark fur sought a wave of comfort, and Lightpaw pressed herself into it. She wanted to close her eyes, but she knew if she did it would just be the same scene all over again, the rogues killing Cinderdapple while she just stood there and watched.
A gurgling sound. It was coming from Cinderdapple, and her eyes were locked onto her own. Fading emerald meeting wide, scared yellow. It looked like she was trying to speak, but was to weak to actually make out the words. Hopbramble seemed to understand.
"We will. Please, try to sleep now little one."
Were they talking about her? Lightpaw shivered again, pressing herself deeper into the warm, alive fur of the dark molly. Cinderdapple was dead. She opened her mouth to protest, but nothing but a few strange noises came out, and she closed it again. Cinderdapple. Thank you for protecting me, even though it cost you your life. I promise I will find the rogues that killed you, and I will kill them. They will pay for that they did to you, to what they did to me.
But right now she was too weak and scared to carry out her vow. One day... But not today. Today she wanted to cry, to find Mistleheart and go to sleep in her fluffy white fur. She didn't hear anything the patrol said after that, if they even said anything. Lightpaw was only aware of Hopbramble and Amberrise picking up Cinderdapple's body and guiding her back to camp.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 12, 2024 19:44:23 GMT -5
Heavy »
territory tour with pondspeckle - stormshade1
& myrtlesprout - jaybun!
camp fight - @ basically everybody
War was not an easy time for a new cat to join the Clan. Had Myrtlesprout come from any other situation, Heavy might have attempted to persuade Dapplestar to decline the molly’s request to become part of the Clan, but hearing Myrtlesprout’s story, knowing why she seeked the refuge of YewClan… How could Heavy deny the molly a place to stay? She had given valuable information about the rogues to YewClan just last moon, and now she was willing to patrol and fight alongside the rest of YewClan. They needed more warriors. With war looming over them like a thunderous shadow, they needed as many cats as they could to help see them through.
And yet Heavy couldn’t stop thinking about Flax. They had been too eager to allow a new healer to join, too quick to accept his presence, and now here they were. Heavy’s own son was gone, her grandchild murdered, her adoptive daughter dead. Too many cats had died because they had let Flax join, believing him to be a good soul when only evil lived inside him. Heavy wanted to believe that Myrtlesprout was different, that she truly meant good and had pure intentions, but she couldn’t help it when looking at the black and white molly and feeling only wariness in her stance. Too much tragedy had happened recently. She couldn’t trust any cat.
Which was why she had assigned Myrtlesprout to accompany her and Pondspeckle on a tour of the territory. If the new molly decided to turn on them or do something then both Heavy and Pondspeckle would be able to handle it.
Never had she so strongly believed in keeping her friends close and her enemies closer.
Sunhigh came and went, the day dragging on and growing warmer and warmer. Even Heavy struggled to breathe, the air thick with humidity and too thin to fully take in air. The calico did her best to march on, but as the sky began to darken and the sounds of night began to play in the nearby woodland, Heavy had to admit it was time to go home despite the fact that they only made it through half the territory. She wanted to scold herself for getting so caught up in the sun’s heat, but she wondered if this was a sign that Myrtlesprout wasn’t meant to see the whole territory. If Myrtlesprout ended up working for the rogues to gather intel then it would be best if she didn’t know the whole territory.
Heavy took in one last glance of the terrain ahead of them before she turned to her patrolmates. Unease weighed down on her shoulders, but not from Myrtlesprout’s presence. The heat was simply too much. ”It's getting dark, we should head back. Perhaps tomorrow we can finish showing you around,” she mewed to Myrtlesprout, briefly acknowledging the other molly before she motioned for her and Pondspeckle to follow her through the woods and back to camp.
Hopefully a cool nest and fresh prey would be waiting for them back home.
Unfortunately, that was not the case.
Even before Heavy stepped paw into camp she could hear racious ringing and snarling coming from inside. Her fur bristled, claws instinctively unsheathing. The deputy was ready to burst into camp with a war cry, but she remained where she was, ears swiveling as they took in the sounds of the voices; no unfamiliar voice drifted to her ears, only the sounds of Clanmates came to her. Her rage deflated ever so slightly, but her gait was stiff with annoyance as she marched back into camp only to be met with an inner-Clan skirmish.
Clanmates were hissing back and forth at one another, Spottedfur and Hopbramble in the middle of it all. The old gray tom was spitting insults at the dark tortoiseshell, accusing her of starting this whole thing with the rogues. Heavy’s jaw tightened. Spottedfur wasn’t entirely wrong, had Hopbramble never sought the Clan out then this wouldn’t be happening, but Hopbramble was a loyal YewClan warrior. She had provided the Clan with a brood of amazing warriors. Why doubt her loyalty now? Why accuse her of such unfortunate circumstances?
With no sign of Dapplestar nearby, Heavy knew it was her duty as deputy to rally her Clanmates and get them to see reason. She just hoped they could still see clearly with all the tension in the air.
As Pondspeckle sprang forward to join the debate, so did Heavy, yet she planted herself firmly in the middle of it all, head and tail high, a loud yowl lifting off her tongue and splitting through the air. ”Enough!”
Silence was met with her yowl, her blue eyes throwing daggers upon each of her Clanmates. Heavy only softened when she felt a familiar presence at her side, a comforting company that she more than appreciated to have at her side.
Hazelpelt. A cat she trusted and respected. A cat she felt a little more strongly for.
”Cats of YewClan, I hear your worries and I understand them!” The same thoughts Spottedfur had about Hopbramble were the same thoughts she had about Myrtlesprout. Heavy understood the elder and those who agreed with him, but not about Hopbramble. ”We all know Hopbramble came to us from the rogue group, but she has been with us for seasons now! Do you not believe that if she wanted to hurt us she would have done so by now? And before any cat says anything, yes, I know we thought Flax to be a friend, but he turned on us quickly. But even during his time in YewClan he never truly helped us. He never even took a Clan name like Hopbramble has!” You never took a Clan name, either, her inner voice hissed in her mind. Heavy shifted. She didn’t need a full Clan name to prove her worth. Heavy was her Clan name, Stemriver had told her that seasons ago. ”Not only that but she has raised her kits in the way of YewClan. Hopbramble has even chased rogues out of her borders with the help of Monarchlightning. Would cats who are ready to betray us fight our enemies for us?” Heavy scanned the crowd with sharp blue eyes. She looked between all her Clanmates. Spottedfur, Mistleheart, Whorldusk. Hopbramble, Monarchlightning, Hayfeather. These cats were her Clanmates. These cats were supposed to be friends. They were supposed to be united.
A flash of tortoiseshell fur coming to stand beside her grabbed the deputy’s attention. Not only was Hazelpelt here to support her, but Dawnshade had stepped forward as well. Heavy couldn’t stop the purr that rose in her throat as a new wave of confidence burned through her.
She raised her head higher. ”We are on the brink of war! Should we waste our energy on fighting one another when we should be focusing on uniting and supporting each other? Maybe we don’t always get along, maybe we all aren’t friendly to one another, but if we can’t stand united then we will fall. Do we want YewClan to be destroyed by a group of fox-hearted rogues? Do we want YewClan to become a faded memory that the other three Clans eventually forget about? I may not have been born to this Clan, but I know the spirit of YewClan is stronger than this. If we work together then we can overcome any obstacle in our way. We are patient, we are hardy, and above all, we are YewClan!”
They were a Clan with one single goal - drive the rogues out.
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Post by asrise on Sept 12, 2024 21:14:34 GMT -5
 Ravenpaw Training - Distant Howling with Mistleheart, Hazelpelt and Icepaw Ravenpaw trotted out of the camp, the others in tow. It may have been true that the rogues were just as great a problem than ever… and even Ravenpaw had to admit that it put him a little on edge. But he wouldn’t let the others know that. The patrol had not made it halfway to the northern border before a strange howl rang out. What was that? It could have been anything, really. A wolf? No, not deep enough. Maybe a coyote, or even a cat. Even worse. Maybe it’s those rogues! What if there’s another battle going on right now!? Whatever it is, it’s bad news!
Seeming to notice the unease of her apprentice, Mistleheart suggested they move to the BurdockClan border instead. Ravenpaw nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good idea… We’ll get more done there!” He mewed, trying to hide the fearful quaver in his voice. They all hurried down, but the worries of what the noises might have been still rankled the young apprentice, and his hunting performance suffered for it. Ravenpaw shuffled up to his mentor after yet another failed catch, hoping Mistleheart wouldn’t rebuke him. “Mistleheart… I know I keep missing all the time… do you know any good ways to keep my concentration when I’m worrying about something else?”
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Post by jaybun! on Sept 12, 2024 22:41:50 GMT -5
 MYRTLESPROUT
A tour of the territory with Heavy and Pondspeckle. - in awe of Petaltree - reeling from her warm welcome
The irony of her of all cats joining a clan did not escape Bliss- Myrtlesprout. It had only felt like moons ago when she'd watched Quickshade shack up with PlumClan; and she'd sworn up and down she'd never do the same. Of course, times change. Saffron, the pathetic piece of fox-dung, was bent on terrorizing the clans for whatever reason; and every and any cat who crossed his path. Between the rogues and a clan, she'd pick the clan any day of the week.
It was almost terrifying how nice every cat in YewClan was. The "apprentices", two young cats, had leapt at the chance to show her the best way to shape a nest minutes after she arrived. That gray-spotted tom, Pondspeckle, had offered Myrtlesprout an assortment of feathers to line it with. Skies, they even had the patience to train a blind molly. Compared to Saffron's dirt-place, or living alone; it was leagues more comfortable. Congenial, was the better word, perhaps. Maybe Quickshade had been on to something after all?
The black and white tabby gave her ruffle of chest fur a few licks. Nice as it seemed, Myrtlesprout wasn't dumb. She hadn't survived so long on her own by throwing caution to the wind the second someone offered her a good bed and fresh prey. If things went poorly, she'd run. It'd been nice living so close to Quickshade, but she wouldn't risk her hide getting caught up with Saffron again.
Pondspeckle and the deputy (Clan cats weird names...) Heavy had arranged for a tour of YewClan's territory. Myrtlesprout was already quite familiar with the border lines, but she wasn't about to brush off the opportunity for more information. A few good hiding spots and short-cuts around could be the difference between life and death. She rose a foreleg to nibble on her claws anxiously, watching the bustle of camp with wide eyes.
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Post by polarized on Sept 13, 2024 9:33:39 GMT -5
Wrenpaw Sticks up for Spottedfur & Argument with Hopbramble {--} With Spottedfur & Hopbramble Wrenpaw hadn’t expected the day to go like this. She had awoke, feeling strong and ready to take on anything. She hadn’t expected to be ready to take on her own clanmates. Spottedfur had accused Hopbramble of starting the war, of which Wrenpaw had been suspecting for moons! Why let a cat from the same rogue group that murdered many of their cats into their clan? After everyone they had killed? Hopbramble was one of them, Myrtlesprout another. She hissed, her fur bristling. She stood in front of Spottedfur looking at Hopbramble with hatred. She could feel Mistleheart and Whorldusk there too. “Dirty flea-ridden rogues!” She spat, lashing her tail back and forth. “We never should have let them into Yewclan! They killed my brother and my father!” She growled, unsheathing her claws.
She stared at Hopbramble, fury radiating from her gaze. “I bet you are here to spy for Flax and the rogues!” She hissed, this was something she wanted to get off her chest. “You’re the reason all these cats are dead.” She meowed, not wanting to take her words back. She padded back behind Spottedfur, lashing her tail angrily. Did she really mean that? She didn’t know. But all she knew, was that she needed to avenge Gustkit and Frozenlaurel’s death, one way or another. [[ will get the patrol prompt up soon ]]
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Post by Sand on Sept 13, 2024 17:41:03 GMT -5
 Spottedfur : - accuses Hopbramble of starting the war
- grieves over Cinderdapple
Another capable, well meaning clanmate had lost their life to the rogues again. This time it was Cinderdapple, who sacrificed herself to protect Lightpaw from the rogues’ bloodthirsty intentions. Even though his sprained paw was now healed, Spottedfur found himself grieving over Cinderdapple’s death. He hadn’t left camp since the warrior was buried. His thoughts wandered, as he mulled over the fact that Hopbramble, a former rogue, had been a part of Cinderdapple’s patrol. There was no way it was a coincidence. First it was Thrushfleck and Flax being taken by Twolegs and had never been heard from since. Then Frozenlaurel, Foxclove, Gingerpaw, and Gustkit ate poisoned prey which was thought to be a deliberate attempt to hurt YewClan by the rogues.
Something didn’t feel right about Hopbramble and how all of the deaths and trouble stemmed from her arrival in YewClan. Spottedfur was sure that the dark molly was behind all of this. She wasn’t a loyal member of their clan, she was a mole for the rogues! He was certain that she was the reason for the war.
The speckled tom padded outside of the elder’s den, his silver gaze filled with fury. His fur began to bristle with anger and he was already seeing red. It didn’t take him long to find Hopbramble, who he had spotted in the clearing. Because of her, YewClan had lost many clanmates to pointless violence. Because of Hopbramble, YewClan was suffering from grief due to each death they had been put through. Young cats had lost their lives to senseless, cruel acts by Hopbramble’s former rogue group. She was a murderer, much like the rogue group.
The elder bared his fangs at Hopbramble, glaring at her with contempt. “You know, you’re the reason why we are at war with the rogues,” Spottedfur hissed, his claws digging into the earth. He continued, his voice growing louder and thick with defiance. “You joined our clan, chose to deceive us with your kits and brought harm to us! Look at all the cats we have lost since we kindly took you in! We even took in your little friend, Flax, who is just as much of a foxheart as you are, Hopbramble.”
The old silver speckled feline came to a pause, pondering if he should fight the dark brown and black molly. He wasn’t young anymore and he certainly didn’t have the bloodthirstiness to attack her. Words were enough. “You’re the reason that Cinderdapple died last moon. She would still be here if it weren’t for you, you filthy rogue!” he growled with a scowl on his face. His silver eyes flashed with rage as he spoke again. “Go back to where you came from. You’re no YewClan cat!”
Surely he’d have some clanmates who would support him, or so that’s what Spottedfur thought. Wrenpaw’s outburst surprised him though he was quite glad that the young apprentice supported him. Even Mistleheart and Whorldusk agreed with him, much to his satisfaction. The elder gently rested his tail on Wrenpaw’s shoulder, a sign of gratitude and unity. “Wrenpaw is right. You’re a spy just like Flax was,” he snarled, seething with hatred. Spottedfur’s piercing gaze fixated on Hopbramble. “As far as I’m concerned, you deserve to be exiled. YewClan is our home, not yours.”
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Post by Sapphirejas on Sept 13, 2024 18:49:37 GMT -5
 Sand (Spottedfur) lemonshortbread (Hopbramble) @my_self (Whorldusk) polarized (Wrenpaw) (mention) Mistleheart (stands up to Spottedfur when he accused Hopbramble about her starting a war with YewClan) Mistleheart awoke in the warriors den, feeling upset for all of deaths in the paws of the rogues. Cinderdapple shouldn't have died! She was a very loyal warrior, and had a whole life ahead of her, and she was murdered by one of the rogues living in YewClan's territory! Worse of all, her daughter Lightpaw had to live with the horror of witnessing her death! No cat should watch another die, and she knew very well when watched her son, Gustkit die and her love interest, Foxclove die! Mistleheart knew that there was a war ahead for the YewClan cats, a war against the rogues. But YewClan will survive! We have survived ordeals before, like the Yellowcough outbreak when I was an apprentice... We juts need to teach those fleabitten rogues to not kill our cats and to banish them out of our territory forever!She padded out of the den to arrive at a scene. The elder, Spottedfur was accusing the former rogue, Hopbramble for starting the war between YewClan and the rogues, his fur bristling and claws unsheathed. "Ah.. The rogue Hopbramble...! SHE must be behind all the chaos! She show no loyality to her Clanmates" Mistleheart thought with disgust. The fluffy white warrior saw Whorldusk beside her, the cat that she used to dislike, but grew sympathy for when he was broken over hos father's death. His fur was also bristling, and he was furious Mistleheart knew what she had to do, stepping forward to look at Spottedfur, and stare angrily at the former rogue, Hopbramble. "Spottedfur is right!" Mistleheart spat "You must be behind the war against YewClan! My son Gustkit is DEAD because of you! My love interest Foxclove is DEAD because of you! All these cats are DEAD because of you, the rogues actions! You are all horrible! Doesn't matter if are a warrior now, Hopbramble! You all should be banished from our territory, never to be seen ever again!"Why should Hopbramble be allowed to stay if she, the rogues were responsible for the deaths of SO MANY cats of YewClan! It made no sense for the fluffy white-furred she-cat! Whorldusk, and Mistleheart's daughter, Wrenpaw also spat to Hopbramble about her starting the war against YewClan, and she watched proudly at the two cats, also standing up for Spottedfur, and fighting against Hopbramble's supposed wrath of YewClan.
@open (Puddlepaw) Dew (Whisperingheart) cometchaos (Shadepatch) (mention) Mistleheart (Caught Puddlepaw whining about being stuck in the healer's den ---, and cheers Whisperingheart up ++) Mistleheart was flustered after the fight against the former rogue, Hopbramble about the war against YewClan. How dare should Hopbramble be allowed to stay?! She stomped past the healer's den, but the voices coming from it caught her attention. She walked back to the healer's den, poking her white head to see what was going on. Inside the healer's den, an apprentice, Puddlepaw was complaining to the healer, Shadepatch about his heat exhaustion and the fact that he was stuck there. He also complained that he should be a warrior by now. "Puddlepaw, you better be lucky that there is even a healer available to treat your condition!" Mistleheart thought angrily "Last greenleaf, there wasn't a single healer available to treat cats' conditions because Stormmask died and Shadepatch was nursing her kits!"With a huff, Mistleheart stomped back out the healers, and left the camp to take a breather and calm down in the forest. She took deep breaths, listening to birdcalls and the chattering of squirrels in the forest. Everything will be okay... The war with the rogues will end eventually and the Clan will be okayOnce Mistleheart was calm, she padded back into camp, and looked for somecat to share tongues with, to pass the time. She spotted the newly named warrior, Whisperingheart clearly upset about something. "She may be the daughter of the terrible rogue, Hopbramble, but she is clearly not like her" thought Misteheart as she padded to her side. "What is wrong, Whisperingheart?" Mistleheart mewed gently to the young gray-furred warrior with sympathy " You are clearly upset about something. You don't need to be upset!"
asrise (Ravenpaw) jaybun! (Hazelpelt) Dew (Lightpaw) Mistleheart ( Has the apprentices sparring in mock battles, and distant howling while on border patrol, with Ravenpaw, Hazelpelt, and Lightpaw) In the sunrises of the war against the rogues who lurked in YewClan's territory, Mistleheart trained the apprentices in mock battles to prepare themselves in case another battle against the rogues broke out. But this sunrise, Mistleheart went on another training patrol with Hazelpelt, her apprentice, Ravenpaw, and her daughter, Lightpaw to practice more of the battle skills and to do some hunting for the Clan. They have been training hard in battle training, and Mistleheart hoped it would be enough to keep everyone alive and safe during battles against the rogues Mistleheart was paddling along with Hazelpelt and the two apprentices through the forest when she heard eerie howling in the distance, towards the direction of the mountain. She was already on edge today at the prospect of finding the rogues in YewClan's territory. "Was it wolves, coyotes, or even... cats?! I don't really know, but it doesn't sound friendly! We should avoid heading towards the noise, as it doesn't sound like it was coming from our territory, and this is a training patrol, not a border patrol. It seemed like it came from the mountains""Hazelpelt, Ravenpaw, and Lightpaw, we should head towards BurdockClan's border instead to train. We aren't here to check out the noise... whatever it came from. For once this a training patrol, and I don't think the howling came from our territory."Ravenpaw agreed with Mistleheart before the patrol rushed towards BurdockClan's border to train. On the way, the black-furred apprentice paused and looked at her. "Mistleheart... I know I keep missing all the time... do you know any good ways to keep my concentration when I'm worrying about something else?"" Take a deep breath and rid of your mind of negative thoughts. Then, concentrate on the task ahead of you, your mind sharp. As soon as the negative thoughts come back, just tell them to go away. The war against the rogues shouldn't affect your abilities to do tasks as an apprentice and later as a warrior." Mistleheart told her apprentice, resuming on the walk towards the training grounds near BurdockClan's border to train to practice hunting and to practice hunting skills.
 Dew (Scarletdrift) Whorldusk ( Hopes YewClan will make it through the war, and helps groom Scarletdrift's fur in exchange for stories +++) Grooming himself in the warrior's den, Whorldusk was thinking hard about the warrior between YewClan and the rogues. "Why do bad things ALWAYS happen to my Clan?!" Thought Whorldusk angrily. Not only did four cats perish eating tainted prey, poisoned by the rogues, which included his beloved sister, the warrior, Cinderdapple has been killed in a battle against them last moon! These rogues were fox-hearts, and he knew that all of them must leave their territory! A quarter moon ago, the young ginger warrior stood up for the elder, Spottedfur as he accuses Hopbramble for starting the war. He told Hopbramble that his sister, Foxclove died because of her, and she should leave YewClan forever! But three warriors, Monarchlighting, Hayfeather and Pondspeckle argued with him and Mistleheart that Hopbramble should stay in YewClan, and Heavy, Hazelpelt, and Dawnshade stopped the fight between the Clan cats. This deeply frustrated Whorldusk, as he wanted Hopbramble to leave YewClan for the sake of the Clan. Whorldusk really hoped that YewClan would make it through the war, and no more terrible things will happen. He had enough of the rogues! After Whorldusk finished grooming, he left the warrior's den to visit the elder's den to see how the two elders were doing. He crawled inside, to see the white and dark ginger flecked tom, Scarletdrift smiling at him, with Spottedfur some foxlengths away. His white fur looked ruffled, and needed a groom. " Good afternoon Scarletdrift, how are you today? I would love to hear some stories about my father, Bubblingheart as leader of YewClan. I can groom your fur while you tell me stories about him." Whorldusk mewed with a small smile on his ginger face. Despite his insecure personality, Whorldusk had respect for the elders.
polarized (Wrenpaw) Sand (Seedpaw) Feathertalon (Slatefoot) lazzylake (Dapplestar) Whorldusk (Battle training with Wrenpaw, Seedpaw, Slatefoot, and Dapplestar) Whorldusk woke up early in the morning with a start. Battles against rogues during the rogues were VERY dangerous, and Dapplestar had asked him to come along with her to train his apprentice, Wrenpaw, and Seedpaw on battling. He padded to the apprentice's den to wake up Wrenpaw and Seedpaw, and after they were awoken, he joined up with the leader, Dapplestar, and the dark gray warrior, Slatefoot to go to the training grounds to train the apprentices how to fight against the rogues. Padding through the forest, Whorldusk listened to the chirping birds, who have juts woken up from their sleep, and the breeze rustling the leaves above the cats' heads. The sky was blue today, without a single cloud in sight. They arrived to the training grounds, and Whorldusk was on edge just in case rogues ambushed the apprentices while they train. "Wrenpaw, I will be teaching you a move while we are out here" mewed Whorldusk, signalling the silver-furred apprentice to sit under him to listen. " First, you trip the rogues with your paws. Once they are tripped, you climb onto their backs, climb over their backs, and rake your paws on them. You must not... kill the rogues, but just hurt them enough for them to flee... " Whorldusk would rather kill the rogues as they could return anytime after they are fought off, breaking the Warrior Code that he doesn't follow. But Dapplestar would be furious if he did, and he told his apprentice, Wrenpaw to kill the rogues. He knew how important the Warrior Code was to his Clanmates. Whorldusk watched as Slatefoot pretend she was a rogue, and letting Wrenpaw and Seedpaw practice the fighting move he just showed to Wrenpaw. He noticed that Seedpaw was practicing particularly hard., tripping over Slatefoot over and over again and raking his sheaved paws through her dark gray fur. It was obvious that Seedpaw wanted to become a warrior as soon as he can to fight the rogues with his own claws, and protect his Clanmates! Whorldusk was proud of him, and his apprentice, Wrenpaw!
OOC: Sorry for not posting again for the last two moons! I had a very hectic week at university, as well as the new LifeGen (a ClanGen mod) update coming out last weekend that took a lot of my time. I will try to be active for the next four weeks until the exam break, when I will take a two week hiatus from the roleplay to study for the exams. |
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Post by lemonshortbread on Sept 14, 2024 7:29:02 GMT -5
 Hopbramble
YewClan Camp | w/ everyone @ everyone
Spottedfur accuses Hopbramble of not being loyal
Hopbramble stalked across camp after taking her usual walks in the forest, her icy blue eyes were narrowed in thought. Cinderdapple's death still weighed on her, but she didn't dare let it affect how she interacted with everyone. There was no need to make the warrior's absence a hole for everyone to tip-toe around - there were more immediate things to be concerned about.
Before she could tuck into some fresh kill before the moon rose, the scathing words of Spottedfur and Wrenpaw made her halt. Her ears twitched as if in disbelief at what she was hearing. The disbelief was evident on her face as she stared dumbfounded at the two, her blue gaze moving between both of them. The camp seemed to fall silent, all ears and eyes on them waiting to see who to defend. The familiar heat of anger began to boil over inside of her, making her hackles rise slowly and her eyes narrow in a glare.
"Shut it you little worm!" Hopbramble hissed at Wrenpaw, taking an aggressive step towards the gray molly. She knew that whiny apprentice couldn't take her on in a fight, she was all talk. Her attention went back to both of them now though, "You act like you're the only cats on your StarClan's green earth that's ever lost anyone or suffered. Get over yourselves."
"If you opened either of your eyes or used any amount of your brain you'd remember when I was recovering from blood loss and infection from what they did to me - if I was a spy they clearly think I'm a terrible one." This was so infuriating and over something so stupid, over things Hopbramble couldn't control. She couldn't help but bush out her tail, lashing it from side to side when more cats seemed to jump into the fray.
Mistleheart, Whorldusk, and others seemed to jump to their defense too. She wouldn't argue for her place in the clan. She would leave now if she wasn't welcome, which she clearly was not. However, she would not be accused of things she never did. "Your friends dying is not my problem - it wasn't my doing. Don't accuse me of things you can't prove because right now all you're doing is complaining and spinning elders' tales for kits. But I suppose that's what you have been doing." A dig at them all. If they couldn't remember the numerous occasions in which she physically defended them from the rogues, putting herself and even her kits in harm's way just to keep them at bay, then it wasn't worth staying here. She would move on again, like always. Her kits could make their own decision
Heavy's voice cut through her thoughts, and her defense of Hopbramble's place surprised her even more, along with Dapplestar and Hazelpelt trying to diffuse the situation. Perhaps Spottedfur's sentiments are not universal. Only time would tell what YewClan's true colors were.
[OOC: girl the irony, you were literally a hitman wdym true colors] |
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Post by stormshade1 on Sept 14, 2024 16:11:50 GMT -5
 Pondspeckle Patrol, Fight (Feathertalon , Sand , lemonshortbread , Sapphirejas , polarized , whispering , jaybun! , chocolatemilk7 )
Frozenlaurel was still dead.
That hadn’t changed. And it still hurt. It still hurt. It did. But it didn’t do Pondspeckle any good to mope around in his nest all day. The war would be soon. The war where they fought for their lives. And Pondspeckle needed to be there. To avenge Frozenlaurel. To avenge Thrushfleck. Gustkit. Cinderdapple. Even Coppersplash would have wanted him to protect the Clan. To protect every cat he cared about. Hayfeather. Lightpaw. Icepaw. Wrenpaw. Seedpaw. Drizzlemimic. He couldn’t give up now. Pondspeckle couldn’t fail his Clan. He needed to be there. And if he died in the process, he would die for his Clan.
Myrtlesprout. She was new here. And she needed a proper welcome. And those stunning blue feathers right outside the warriors’ den... that would do. That would do.
Pondspeckle would go on a patrol with Myrtlesprout. Myrtlesprout and Heavy. To show her around. A tour of the territory.
They padded out. Pondspeckle skipped ahead. It was his first time outside for a very long while. The fresh air, all the scents and sounds... it was like paradise.
Until the sun came. It was so... hot. Pondspeckle found himself taking quicker and quicker breaths. The sunlight bore down on him, warming his pelt, but not in a good way. And soon it grew dark. They had to turn back.
And then... as Pondspeckle entered camp, he heard screeching.
Spy... Rogue... Exile...
Pondspeckle knew what was happening. And he knew that Hopbramble wasn’t a spy. Never. He had been on the patrol when they met Flax. He had seen how fiercely she hated Saffron. She had tried to kill Flax. She should have killed Flax.
Pondspeckle bounded over to join Hopbramble, but then Heavy’s words cut through the air.
She was right. It didn’t help anyone to fight. Not now.
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Post by jaybun! on Sept 14, 2024 16:53:29 GMT -5
 HAZELPELT
Hunting with Mistleheart, Ravenpaw, & Lightpaw! - supervises young warriors bolster the camp wall - smiles at Icepaw
It was odd to think of Lightpaw as her apprentice. Hazelpelt had to keep reminding herself that Cinderdapple wasn't just gone, the brave molly was dead. Another victim of the rogue's targeted slaughter of YewClan. She might have been given the title of mentor, but Lightpaw would always be Cinderdapple's paw' in her mind.
Which is why it surprised her to see the young cat so ready to get back into action. Every cat grieved in their own way, but wasn't this moving a little fast? Hazelpelt would never begrudge someone else time to recover after an especially traumatic incident; like losing a mentor. Maybe it was Cinderdapple's influence, she had always been a tough one; even as a kit. It figures she'd instill some of that into her apprentice.
All the same, she would keep a careful eye on Lightpaw as they hunted today. Hazelpelt cast a glance over camp, pleased to see Monarchlightning and a few others hard at work shoring up their defenses. She'd like to see any rogues try to slip through those walls! The porcupine quills would send them squealing in seconds if she didn't get to them first. With a little pep in her step, she dropped by the aprentice's den to pick up Lightpaw; giving Icepaw a warm smile as she waited for the other molly.
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Post by tigersdoroar on Sept 14, 2024 18:30:08 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ * Hunting with Monarchlightning and WhisperingheartAmberrise breathed in a breath of fresh summer air, relishing all of the smells that hit him as he held his mouth open to take it all in. Losing Cinderdapple during the fight with the rogues was still fresh in his brain, but the lovely summer day only provided some solace. Letting his thoughts trail, Amberrise was quickly thrown back into his memories, and he blinked his eyes painfully as he remembered the look on Drizzlemimic's face as he and Hopbramble had returned the bloodied warrior to camp. Drizzlemimic and Amberrise had never had a perfect relationship, but Amberrise had felt for him in that moment. However, as much as Amberrise had wanted to comfort his old mentor, he hadn't been sure how the tom would take it. And so, he had slipped away without a word. The tortoiseshell tom regretted that now.
After that attack, things had been tense within the clan, and Amberrise was happy to be with some of his siblings now instead of his other clan-mates. He felt bad for feeling that way, but the tom wasn't sure that the entirety of Yewclan trusted him or his family for some reason. Are we becoming outcasts because of our mother's past? We were practically born in Yewclan, and certainly raised here! Why doesn't everyone trust us? Amberrise thought about bringing this up with his siblings, but held his tongue. He didn't want to sour the mood.
As the group hunted, coming up mostly unsuccessful with each attempt, the thoughts began to gnaw at Amberrise's guts. After a failed attempt at a robin, Amberrise finally blurted, "How do you guys think this war will affect us and our family?" He wanted reassurance that he belonged in Yewclan. Surely the sibilings could talk and reason it through?
* Reacts to Camp fight
Amberrise padded back into camp with his siblings as the day ended, gently adding his fresh-kill to the camp pile. They hadn't caught much, but they had caught enough for their hunting patrol to be worth the time and effort. Amberrise was satisfied, although not for long. As the tom sat down and began to wash, he heard shouting across the way, and glanced warily at Monarchlightning and Whispering heart, motioning with his tail shortly after that they should check out what this was all about. As he bounded over, he found Spottedfur, Mistleheart, Whorlheart, and Wrenpaw spitting accusations at their mother. All eyes were on the fight, and a circle had formed around the yowling cats. Amberrise was sure that most cats were staring at either Spottedfur or Hopbramble, but he felt a few eyes flick over to meet his gaze.
“You joined our clan, chose to deceive us with your kits and brought harm to us! Look at all the cats we have lost since we kindly took you in!"
As Spottedfur angrily rasped, Amberrise could feel his fur begin to flush with heat. Yes, Hopbramble had brought him and his siblings into Yewclan, but they were warriors now weren't they? Trusted, not deceitful!
“Dirty flea-ridden rogues! We never should have let them into Yewclan!"
Amberrise felt his fur rise with fear as Wrenpaw piped up. Them? Who was them? Hopbramble and her kits? Him? The young warrior's thoughts whorled with confusion, and as the fight continued, he began to feel like a young kit again... all of those eyes... staring...
"We are patient, we are hardy, and above all, we are YewClan!”
Amberrise snapped back to reality with Heavy's words. They were Yewclan! And he and his siblings were just as capable and deserving of helping the clan as any other cat. He was a warrior now, he didn't need to be afraid of his clan's judgement. He could help!
Before thinking, Amberrise opened his big mouth and blurted, "I know tensions are high right now, but there's no reason any of you can't trust those of us with non-clan backgrounds. See our actions not our history that was out of our control! Trusting us is no different than trusting Heavy or any other cat that wasn't born here!"
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Ooc: I noticed that there were a lot of relationship pips with Amberrise this moon, and I wanted to give you all something to respond to/expand the fight with.
chocolatemilk7 (Drizzlemimic) Dew (Whisperingheart) Sand (Monarchlightning/Spottedfur) Feathertalon (Heavy) polarized (Wrenpaw) (and also everyone else)
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Post by Dew on Sept 15, 2024 9:48:57 GMT -5
Whisperingheart Hunting Patrol & Fight Reaction || with Amberrise, Monarchlighting Whisperingheart knew that war was coming. Everyone knew that war was coming, and it was with the rogues. Part of Whisperingheart didn't want to fight. Maybe she could help the medicine cats with fetching hurt cats off the battlefield or be in the back? But the other part was itching to fight. She itched to rake her claws across the face of a rogue who had dared threaten her clan. Maybe she had been one of them once when she had been in Hopbramble's belly, but she wasn't now. She would never be.
Despite the tenseness of the waiting for the battle to arrive, it was a rather nice day. The skies were clear and the air wasn't too hot. During the summer Whisperingheart was glad to have a shorter pelt, being hot was way worse than being cold.
Another old scent trail later, Whisperingheart's mind wandered to last moons tragedy. Hopbramble, Amberrise, Cinderdapple, and Lightpaw had left camp on a simple border patrol. Cinderdapple hadn't returned. Whisperingheart couldn't imagine how Hopbramble was doing, on how Amberrise was doing. Watching a cat die like that in front of her would have haunted her.
"How do you guys think this war will affect us and our family?"
The question caught Whisperingheart off guard, she knew they had all been thinking it but it hit harder for it to be said out loud. Glancing at Amberrise, and then Monarchlighting, Whisperingheart opened her mouth, then closed it.
"I-I'm honestly not sure. I want to protect YewClan, but what if we find someone out there that we're related to? Like... a littermate left behind or... or... somcat who doesn't want to fight, like Myrtlesprout?"
She didn't say what she was really thinking. What if her father was out there? What if he was fighting for the rogue group? What if he killed one of her clanmates, one of her littermates without knowing? What if one of us kills him? What if one of us kills any cat? Would I be able to do that, if I had to?
They finished their patrol with a decent amount of prey. It wasn't the best they could have done, it seemed that they prey was not out and about today. Dropping her prey on the fresh-kill pile, the shouting reached Whisperingheart's ears.
The grey molly turned to see Spottedfur facing off against Hopbramble, and she rushed over. What is happening?
“You know, you’re the reason why we are at war with the rogues,” Spottedfur growled, and he was joined by Wrenpaw, Mistleheart, and Whorldusk, who all also started to spit insults at her mother.
"You act like you're the only cats on your StarClan's green earth that's ever lost anyone or suffered. Get over yourselves.If you opened either of your eyes or used any amount of your brain you'd remember when I was recovering from blood loss and infection from what they did to me - if I was a spy they clearly think I'm a terrible one."
Whisperingheart winced. As the argument raged on, Hopbramble was joined by Monarchlighting, Hayfeather, and Pondspeckle. Whisperingheart didn't move. She knew most of the clan would be watching the fight, but she felt of the gaze of a few of her clanmates's gaze flicking to her and Amberrise, watching to see what they would do. Whisperingheart wanted to cry.
Why is there so much infighting? Why is every cat focused on blaming Hopbramble for this, when it's not her fault? I bet the rogues would have come anyways, Hopbramble or not! [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by Dew on Sept 15, 2024 10:32:50 GMT -5
Lightpaw Hunting Patrol, Wants to make her mentor proud & Thinks Dapplestar is a coward (---) || with Hazelpelt, Mistleheart, Ravenpaw Lightpaw would work hard. She would succeed. She would make her clan proud of her. She would get her warrior name. She would move on. She would make the rogues pay for what they did for Cinderdapple.
A warrior does not need to kill to win her battles. A warrior does not need to kill to win her battles. A warrior does not need to kill to win her battles.
Lightpaw wanted to rake her claws across the throat of the tom that had tried to kill her, of the she-cat who had killed Cinderdapple. The fact that none of her patrolmates had gotten a single injury was cruel. I would rather be in the medicine den, having gotten an injury trying to protect Cinderdapple, instead of failing her.
Dapplestar hadn't even done anything! She had justed moved on. There had been no battle patrol sent, not even a thought! Just the vigil and that was that. She's such a coward.
A part of her had wanted to get assigned to Amberrise or Hopbramble as their new apprentice, but maybe Hazelpelt was better. An older warrior, who hadn't been there when it had happened. At cat she could hang on, vent to. A cat not plagued with nightmares of that fateful day.
Lightpaw had been distant from the clan since she got back. Her life was now a cycle, get up, train, eat, sleep, repeat. She put all her energy into training, fighting hunting, patrolling. Today they were out hunting, her mentor Hazelpelt at her side and her mother in front of her with Ravenpaw, her apprentice.
Lightpaw's eyes stayed focused, her ears flicking back and forth and scenting the ground. She wanted to make Hazelpelt proud of her, for the brown she-cat to see that she was still working hard despite Cinderdapple's death. Both my mentors will be proud of me by the time I get my warrior name.
A sudden howling caught her off guard, making her jump. Her eyes widened slightly in fear before she shook her head and her faced returned to neutral.
"Hazelpelt, Ravenpaw, and Lightpaw, we should head towards BurdockClan's border instead to train. We aren't here to check out the noise... whatever it came from. For once this a training patrol, and I don't think the howling came from our territory."
Nodding her head to Mistleheart, Lightpaw followed her toward the BurdockClan border. Maybe they would run into more prey or even a BurdockClan patrol. Maybe they'll give us a reason to fight. She knew that wanted to fight was not a well-liked trait in YewClan, but she was just so mad, and fighting helped to relieve her emotions.
The thing howled again, and the patrol quickened their pace. The sooner they got away from that noise, the better. [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by jaybun! on Sept 15, 2024 17:21:23 GMT -5
HAZELPELT
Tension. - tries to break up the argument - feels a sense of dread
Hazelpelt let out a yawn as she stretched out in her favorite spot. She blinked blearily at the rest of camp, her head full of warm cotton as she dozed. With leafbare on the way, the cinnamon-furred molly was eager to soak up the sun as much as she still could. Stars knew she'd be working too hard to enjoy lazing about then.
She started to curl up, tucking her tail between her legs when a hiss startled her. Hazelpelt shook her head, blinking the sleep from her eyes as she glanced across the camp again.
Spottedfur was hardly recognizable, puffed up in a massive ball of rage as he spat at Hopbramble. Who was quickly on the way to mirroring the elder tom's example. What was...? Hazelpelt scrambled up onto her paws as the fight began to attract a crowd. She quickly padded over, mumbling an apology as she shouldered her way to the front of those gathered. Just in time to hear Spottedfur growl, "Go back to where you came from. You’re no YewClan cat!"
Hazelpelt balked, ears swiveling to lay flat against her head. She knew Spottedfur has never liked taking in outsiders (herself included), but she'd thought the tom had learnt to see the value in it... in her.
"...if I was a spy they clearly think I'm a terrible one!" Hopbramble's reply snatched her back to the present. She watched with a growing sense of dread as the cats around them started to split- lending either side their support. Her chest tightened as she noticed Whorldusk join Spottedfur's side. Even her own apprentice was...
No! Hazelpelt shook her head. Tensions had been high lately, paranoia abounded, but it wasn't the time to be splitting the clan apart! The only way they'd be able to send the rogues off squealing was together, Hopbramble included. It made no sense for the other molly to go so far as to raise her litter here just to tear it all down; couldn't Spottedfur see that? Where is Dapplestar?! Frustration pricked at her paws, why did it seem like their leader was never around when they really needed her?
She was struggling for something, anything, to say to diffuse the situation. Would some of these cats even listen to her? The weight of her collar felt heavier than ever.
Movement caught her eye- Heavy! Hazelpelt could almost collapse in relief at the sight of the calico deputy. She weaved through the crowd to stand at the molly's side, a purr caught in her throat as Heavy quickly wrestled the camp back under control with an ease she could only hope to emulate.
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Sept 16, 2024 13:26:48 GMT -5
Drizzlemimic- Is making sure everyone in camp has enough to eat/Mews hello to Ravenpaw/Reaction to the camp argument The world was so bleak with Cinderdapple gone. Drizzlemimic could barely look at the apprentices den, where he and his sister once were. Their only care in the world being to become warriors, having no idea what being a warrior actually meant. He didn’t doubt Cinderdapple regretted giving her life for a clan member. He couldn’t think of any other way his sister would have wished to die. Still, the young tom didn’t want to stand uselessly around in camp. It would help take his mind of things, too. He still patrolled from time to time. He preferred to avoid the rogues’ border, however, and usually hunted instead. He also found himself not being able to eat. Any time he grabbed some prey from the pile, he would just stare at it… not daring to take a bite. Someone else could be eating this instead… It was another one of these depressing days for Drizzlemimic. Sitting in camp, he would watch around to see if everyone had their share of prey. Ravenpaw passed by him and the warrior mewed hello. “Don’t forget to take some prey later if you haven’t!” It was the least he could do… and somehow, the most he could muster up. He sat down and thought. Myrtlesprout, YewClan’s newest warrior, recently warned them about an all out rogue attack on their camp. It will surely be a bloody battle. He needs to protect Hayfeather… His mate was one of the only close cats he had left. Without him, well, life almost wouldn’t have any meaning. Suddenly, he noticed some commotion around camp. Another death?! he asked himself, heart racing. No, it was just Spottedfur… And he was yelling… at Hopbramble? He approached them, and saw more and more cats rallying against her. Spitting insults, calling her a traitor… Drizzlemimic couldn’t believe what he was hearing! Even Mistleheart! His former mentor! Could she really not realize how much Hopbramble had helped them? She fought against the rogues herself! Brought in 5 kits who all became fierce warriors! Sure, the rogues came after her… but that’s not her fault! As he saw Hayfeather defend Hopbramble, he knew he had to jump in for what he thought was right. “Hopbramble has been nothing but loyal so far! You have no reason to suspect her of betrayal. Her and her kits have earned their place in the clan.” The dispute got more and more heated, until Heavy came to settle everyone down. She talked some sense into the cats accusing her of treason. She always knew how to keep YewClan safe and connected. Sure, Dapplestar was a great leader, but Drizzlemimic believed Heavy would be just good as her. Dawnshade- Dispute in camp Dawnshade was taking a walk through YewClan’s territory. He remembered what Myrtlesprout told him last moon. The rogues’ attack was near… and that meant all out war. He would have to face Flax again… and Saffron. The thought of facing the leader of the rogues scared him. The cat responsible for every bad thing in his life. His father’s death, his mother being running away, his mentors death, and the constant attacks on YewClan. It all lead back to Saffron. Would he be ready? He had trained a lot, but he imagined he was nowhere near as strong as the leader of such a vile group. As he walked up to a puddle, he noticed his reflection. And saw the one thing wrong in his life that Saffron didn’t cause. His appearance. He always thought he looked unnatural, or weird. But with time, he learned to live with his peculiar coat pattern. He carried the colors of both his mother and his father. In his eyes, two heroes. Two heroes he was going to make proud. He made his way back to camp. He wanted to check up on everyone in preparation for the battle. As he got closer, he noticed all the noise emanating from camp. Dawnshade approached and saw a clan wide dispute, both sides spitting insults at one another. And in the middle, Spottedfur and Hopbramble. “Go back to where you came from. You’re no YewClan cat!” As he heard the elder’s pitiful hisses, he realized what was happening. Spottedfur, Mistleheart, Whorldusk, Wrenpaw… They were all accusing Hopbramble of betraying the clan. How could they?! His mother had fought the rogues with her own claws and teeth. She had spilled her own blood to defend her kits… no, to defend YewClan! She had no alliances with Saffron! The disrespect that some cats could show was insane… He wanted to jump forward and defend his mother, but Pondspeckle ran up before him. He was surprised the tom cared about the dispute, but he wouldn’t be complaining. Heavy’s words started to echo throughout camp. ”We all know Hopbramble came to us from the rogue group, but she has been with us for seasons now! Do you not believe that if she wanted to hurt us she would have done so by now? And before any cat says anything, yes, I know we thought Flax to be a friend, but he turned on us quickly. But even during his time in YewClan he never truly helped us. He never even took a Clan name like Hopbramble has!” She was right. Flax was a good for nothing traitor. Hopbramble warned Dawnshade about him. If only she warned everyone else too. Hazelpelt intervened too, helping settle the argument. In that moment, Dawnshade realized he had to speak as well. He walked up in front of his clan mates to speak as well. “Hopbramble joined YewClan in her most vulnerable moment, while nursing kits. She had tried to escape from the rogues. Ever since then she has always had YewClan as her first priority. If you don’t trust her, you don’t trust any of us either; me, Amberrise, Petaltree, Whisperingheart or Monarchlightning. YewClan is our home, just as much as it it yours. And we all want the same things. The rogues killed Hopbramble’s mate, our father! Do you really think she would side with those cats?” He left his speech off there, letting Heavy finish hers. The tension in camp dissapated. The cats acussing Hopbramble had stopped. Dawnshade walked up to his mother to tell her one more thing before she walked off. “Mom, I know some cats here are absolute mouse-brains, but we’ll always be here for you! Us, your family. Even in the battle, we’ll have your back. I promise.” OOC: (No tags this time since I know it’s late in the moon ;-; ) |
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Post by stormshade1 on Sept 16, 2024 16:20:46 GMT -5
Pondspeckle Battle (Sand , polarized , jaybun! )
The roar of fighting cats raged around him.
Wrenpaw. Seedpaw. Puddlelaurel. All young cats, and Pondspeckle was in charge of protecting them. Puddlelaurel had just been made a warrior – Pondspeckle was practically with three apprentices. And Seedpaw... He would fight alongside Seedpaw. He had never been much of a mentor for Seedpaw. And today... today he would become that mentor. One last day with Seedpaw, one last battle.
They stayed along the outskirts of the battle. For now. Pondspeckle longed to leap into the fray and fight for his Clan, but the three young cats behind him were far too vulnerable. And then it happens. Two rogues surge towards Pondspeckle and the others. He slashes his claws across the face of the first one, Seedpaw following him. And then he sees Hazelpelt, locked in combat with a much bigger, and to be honest, likely stronger opponent, a large black tom with matted fur and a scar across his eye. And Hazelpelt looked like she was losing.
Pondspeckle leapt onto the dark tom, landing squarely on his back. The tom went up onto his hind legs, trying to shake Pondspeckle off, but he held on. His back legs dangled, his front claws tearing through the pelt of the other tom. He whipped around and managed to sink his teeth into one of Pondspeckle’s back paws, but Pondspeckle didn’t stop. For Frozenlaurel!
Pondspeckle pulled himself up with his claws in the tom’s back, and, when he was high enough, sank his jaws into the other tom’s neck, right as a second, ginger rogue lunged at Pondspeckle, Seedpaw close behind. But the black tom wasn’t dead yet. Pondspeckle tightened his jaws, and the black tom sank to the floor, just as the ginger molly caught Pondspeckle’s flank with her claws. He whipped around, lashing at her face, but a cat behind him caught his legs and Pondspeckle fell over. She turned around to face Seedpaw, and Pondspeckle, back on his feet, took this opportunity to drive his claws into the molly’s rump, then leaping onto her back.
Before Pondspeckle could get a hold on her, the ginger molly shook him off. He fell and landed on his left hind paw. A jolt of pain crashed through his body, originating at his paw. He stood up, trying not to put too much weight on that paw.
A tom crashed into his back, and Pondspeckle recognized him. The black tom he had fought before! Pondspeckle thought he killed him! But clearly not. Blood flowed from the tom’s neck, however, and Pondspeckle knew he wouldn’t last much longer. With a few well aimed strikes from Pondspeckle, the black tom disappeared.
Seedpaw had sent the molly off, and Pondspeckle looked for the rest of his group. Puddlelaurel was with Hazelpelt, he had saw her join the new warrior shortly after Pondspeckle saved her. And Wrenpaw... where was Wrenpaw?
The fight ended quickly after. Three cats had been killed. Whorldusk, Ravenpaw and Icepaw. But in return, Saffron had been killed.
As Pondspeckle limped home, Monarchlightning helping him walk with his sprained paw, he knew the Monarchlightning would make a great deputy, should Heavy or Dapplestar die.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Sept 16, 2024 17:13:02 GMT -5
Hopbramble
Rogue Territory | w/ Dawnshade, Dapplestar, Whorldusk chocolatemilk7 lazzylake Sapphirejas
The Raid
Upset Amberrise was on guard duty
Sharpens her claws
Thnks Slatefoot is responsible
Her claws were sharpened, her hackles raised in anticipation, and her dark tabby fur blended in with the darkness that blanketed YewClan's territory. All good raids happened in the early hours before the sun had risen. Even rogues had to sleep. The moon could hardly be seen other than occasional peeks between heavy clouds. It wasn't ideal lighting for either party but at least one side was prepared - the winning side, that is.
Hopbramble's heart pounded in time with the soft thud of her paws against the forest floor, conscious of where she placed her paws on the fallen leaves. Her icy blue eyes almost glowing in the darkness that surrounded YewClan as they stayed locked ahead. All of her kits were present, and it made the revenge she craved sweeter - except for Amberrise. She loved her kits, but he was a coward for not challenging his position as a guard instead of joining the rest of his family on the raid. He was a skilled warrior, why waste such talent sitting at home protecting old cats like Spottedfur? It would be his loss, he'd miss the excitement and just have to hear about it from everyone else.
As they neared the camp, her breath quickened with both anxiety and anticipation and her nose scrunched slightly at the familiar, putrid stench of illness and blood. They did not care for their cats except for those they deemed the most useful. '...in exchange, you'd be taken care of.' Hopbramble felt her teeth almost bare themselves as she remembered his words. Do his dirty work and have his kits and she would never be one of those left to die, she would be treated with the highest respects as the mother to his kits, that was their exchange. Her promise. He wanted an army of cats like him and her. The others who were not so lucky to have what Saffron deemed useful were left to die or leave if they could even walk.
If she lost any of her kin to the rogues, there would be no greater insult. She made it a point to stay close to her kits as best as she could, it made her feel better about what was to come. The YewClan cats waited upon their arrival, hidden under the cover of night, the undergrowth, and the terrain for Dapplestar's signal as she went over plans with Heavy and Shadepatch one last time. The tortoiseshell markings on their leader's face began to glow as the sky grew almost silver with the very first traces of dawn. Hopbramble's coat was still like a trick of the light. She supposed her fur was very fitting for such an operation.
Then it came - the signal. Hopbramble's claws unsheathed as she tore into camp, charging ahead of the pack and into the first den she laid eyes on - the medicine den. Flax's den. With a deafening screech, she launched herself at the ginger tom, hooking her hind claws into his back and swiping at his neck with her foreclaws. The sounds of YewClan warriors clashing with rogues around her in a flurry of fur, snarls, and blood was like a whirlwind. Yet, her focus was sharp. This all felt familiar.
Her attention was torn away from Flax for a moment though when she heard the familiar cry of Dawnshade. Panic rose in her throat and in her moment of distraction, Flax rolled, successfully detaching Hopbramble from his coat before taking off. To where she didn't know, she didn't care. All she saw was Dawnshade, face to face with his other half - Saffron. Whorldusk's body lay between them, and Saffron's muzzle and paws were caked with his blood. The bite marks and open wounds on Whorldusk's neck indicated Saffron's killing move of ripping his prey apart by the throat, going for the jugular, and tearing a cat apart from there. His dark blue eyes were wild with bloodlust as he stared at the son he didn't know was his, ready to kill again. But she felt a sickening satisfaction at seeing a deep scar where she had claws at his face, over his eyes, "Half of you looks like someone I'd love to rip apart..." she heard the low growl rumble in his throat.
Hopbramble's gut twisted, not with hesitation but with fury. Fury at the lies, the bloodshed, and the secrets that had chained her for so long. As she sprinted into the fray while the two toms were locked into combat, she saw Dapplestar run in as a reinforcement for Dawnshade, but Saffron was huge, and he was good at what he did. He made fighting two cats look like fighting one. "Don't touch him!" Hopbramble yowled, finally closing the distance between them. She couldn't bare to watch her son get swiped and bit at any longer. Saffron turned to meet her gaze and it was as though he forgot all about Dapplestar and Dawnshade.
His blue eyes went from delight to hatred instantly "You!"/ he hissed, bracing himself to swipe Hopbramble out of the air as she launched herself at him, but instead of swiping her out of the air, she dived, going under his belly and raking at it with her claws. Perhaps with the three cats, he would meet his match. Luckily Dapplestar and Dawnshade did keep him busy enough for her to wiggle her way out from underneath him and pounce onto his spine, digging her teeth into his shoulder as far as they could go, and her claws curled into the evil tom as far as they could. He let out a screech of anger rather than pain, and was relieved that before he could roll and squish her that Dapplestar assisted in keeping him pinned down.
"Dawnshade, now!" She commanded. He would have to kill his father. A cruel irony but Dawnshade didn't know, he would never have to. Saffron struggled under the two mollies, and caught both of them with claws or teeth in his attempt at escape. Her eyes locked with Saffron's briefly, for a moment, but nothing but hatred was felt between them. They never loved one another to begin with. Their relationship was contractual. Dawnshade hadn't moved yet though, he seemed hesitant to end a life, he didn't understand how easy it was. "I SAID NOW!" She yelled, any longer and the two of them couldn't hold on, and it would be another battle getting him under control again.
Then he did it. It took a few moments for Hopbramble to register what had taken place as she slowly removed her claws from the tom but it was over. The father of her kits, her greatest enemy, was dead, and all she felt was relief.
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Post by stormshade1 on Sept 16, 2024 18:02:41 GMT -5
 Icepaw Death (lazzylake , asrise , Brownie , Feathertalon , polarized )
It was time.
Dapplestar lead the Clan. Icepaw’s mentor. Stick close, she had said. And Icepaw would listen. She would listen. And maybe, after the fight, she would be made a warrior! Dapplestar would have to make her a warrior, after Icepaw had proven her fighting skills!
As the cats poured into the rogue camp, Icepaw followed close behind Dapplestar. A few rogues took swipes at the young apprentice, but Icepaw dodged every one. She was feeling pretty proud of herself, and she kept following behind Dapplestar.
Something quickly swept her off her paws. She turned and saw a massive black tom who scoffed at the apprentice and turned back to fighting another cat, one she recognized as Pondspeckle. But... where was Dapplestar?
“Dapplestar!” Icepaw called, her voice drowned out by the fighting cats. No response. She heard a cat creep up behind her, and turned, ready to strike.
“Wrenpaw!” Her sister had joined her. They’d be safe, as long as they were together.
Icepaw needed to find Dapplestar, and... over there! Icepaw caught a flash of orange and black and immediately knew who it was. Dapplestar!
Icepaw motioned for Wrenpaw to follow her and weaved through the fighting cats towards her mentor. Until a strike pushed Icepaw onto the ground.
It was an orange tom, his green eyes twinkling with malice.
“Two apprentices without anyone to protect them?” The orange tom growled, licking his lips. Icepaw turned around. Behind her was the steep wall of the edge of the rogues’ camp. They were trapped. Icepaw and Wrenpaw.
“Hopper can make that work, yes he can. Hopper will be feasting tonight!” The orange tom dove at Icepaw, and she swatted at his face with a yelp. He only grazed her paw. Wrenpaw battered at the tom, helping Icepaw. Hopper stood up and sent claws raking against Icepaw’s face, sending her reeling backwards. Her face stung. He turned to Wrenpaw, and Icepaw leapt at the tom. She wouldn’t let him hurt her sister. And in that moment, Wrenpaw was all that mattered.
Icepaw raked her claws down Hopper’s spine, and through blurry vision, made out blood. Hopper’s blood. He turned, seemingly stunned. “You will regret that!”
Hopper pushed himself with his powerful back legs and thrust himself at Icepaw, catching her face in his jaws. In the corner of her eye, Icepaw saw an orange and white cat. Heavy. The tom closed his jaws, ripping a chunk of flesh from Icepaw’s face. Pain erupted through Icepaw, and she only felt it stronger as the tom bit at her exposed flank and legs. She couldn’t see. She was blind.
Soon, she thought Hopper left. A cat gently lifted Icepaw up, though the motion made Icepaw whimper as more pain surged through her body. Icepaw tried to speak, but all that came out was a sharp exhale of air. She could hear Heavy saying something but couldn’t make out what it was. Icepaw clung to the faint hope that Shadepatch could save her, but that hope dwindled into nothing. And as she felt herself fading, she used the last of her energy to say, “Tell Wrenpaw... it wasn’t... her fault.”
And then Icepaw succumbed to the pain.
Everything felt lighter. Icepaw was weightless. She drifted along with the currents, going wherever it took her. And then... she could see. The whole Clan. She could see the entire Clan. She knew she was dead, but was confused as to why she was still here. She saw Heavy, carrying a messy, bloody mass of fur, that Icepaw realized was her. Then she spots Monarchlightning and Pondspeckle, Dawnshade and Whisperingheart, Dapplestar and Puddlelaurel, Seedpaw carrying Ravenpaw – Ravenpaw. Ravenpaw was dead.
And next to Seedpaw walked a black cat with stars in his fur. Ravenpaw. He was following Seedpaw home.
And then she heard a voice. A voice from behind her. She turned around and saw two cats, both with stars in their fur. A small, gray speckled kit and a lighter gray tabby tom. And she recognized them both immediately.
“Gustkit? Frozenlaurel?”
Icepaw padded up to them, purring. Maybe Icepaw was dead, but at least she’d be with her father and brother. That was all that mattered. They were together once more. And as they ascended up to StarClan, Icepaw knew she’d be happy. With Frozenlaurel and Gustkit. And soon, Mistleheart would join her, and Wrenpaw and Lightpaw. They’d be together eventually. But for now, Icepaw was content with what she had.
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Post by asrise on Sept 16, 2024 19:26:36 GMT -5
 Ravenwhistle (TW: Blood, Death) Raiding the Rogue camp with Mistleheart and Drizzlemimic This was it. The attacking patrols of Yewclan crouched in the bushes, all at the ready. It was so early, not even the faintest bit of dawn was left showing. Ravenpaw flicked his claws out, then back in, admiring the points he had sharpened them into the night before. His legs were tingling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He’d never ever been in a real battle… but he knew that this is where warriors were made. I could become a hero here! The young tom again fell into daydreams about confronting a certain ginger rogue. Flax. What an awful, beastly scoundrel he is! And I could be the one to take him down… No. I will be the one to avenge our clan!
All the daydreaming steeled Ravenpaw’s muscles for battle, and when Dapplestar’s signal registered, he was off like a hare, streaking straight into the battle. His veins thrummed with excitement, only to come to a sickening jolt when he found himself face to face with a pale ginger rogue twice his size. He just barely dodged their lunge, wrenching his tail out from the reach of their claws with a sear of pain up his spine. He darted back, quickly finding Mistleheart and Drizzlemimic, wedging himself into them to take a fleeting look at his tail, which had already lost a few tufts of fur.
Ravenpaw’s heart pounded in his throat. He suddenly felt so unbearably… young. No! I wasn’t ready for this! I’m not ready to be a warrior! Forget about Flax, forget about them all, I just want to go back now! He wanted to scream that out to Mistleheart. He wanted her to carry him away, leave him where he was safe. But he didn’t dare say it aloud. Never let your enemy see your weakness. He reminded himself, licking his tail once before taking another look at the battle. His brother Seedpaw was darting forward, fighting a pair of rogues with the ferocity of a tiger. If he can do it, so can I.
Ravenpaw fell in with Mistleheart and Drizzlemimic as another wave of rogues came towards them, pushing them back. The young tom stumbled away from a fierce she-cat, blood dripping down his cheek. But he barely felt, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he clawed wildly at the attackers. He heard a yowl from Drizzlemimic as a rogue darted forwards to bite his leg, then Mistleheart’s call as the tried to come to his aid and cover Ravenpaw before a huge rogue knocked right into her side, and the two rolled over hissing and spitting. “Mistleheart!” he squeaked in surprise and terror. “I’ll get him, keep fighting!” Ravenpaw launched himself onto the back of the large rogue, tearing at fur with his claws, but he didn’t seem to budge. Then, a heavy blow clouted him from behind, pushing him right off. He tumbled hard in the ground, his limbs screaming with pain as he tried to regain his stature. Ravenpaw looked back at his attacker, an even larger dark tabby with his claws out, ready to strike again. Come on, get up! Get up!! GET UP!!
Finally, he dragged himself up. His legs felt more in pain than ever… he must have sprained or broken something, but it barely registered. The others are still fighting… I have to get to them, or we’ll all die! He heard a snigger through his ringing ears as the dark tabby stepped in front, blocking his path. “Oh… A little one, is it? It’s too bad… My heart bleeds for you poor kits.” Ravenpaw backed up, gulping. There was nowhere to go. And I’m in the worst danger of all. He couldn’t help it, he let out a desperate yowl for help. “H-Help!! P-please, Drizzlemimic, Mistleheart, save me! Please HELP!!”
The plea died in his throat as the rogue struck again, claws gouging into his side, ripping into him as he was slammed into the ground again. With a harsh snarl the rogue reared back, before his muzzle fastened around Ravenpaw’s throat. He felt the fangs piece into him, felt the blood flow out and the world grow hazy. He gagged, the taste of his own blood rising in his mouth. Please, Mistleheart… Please, anyone… He realised it was all over. He wouldn’t be able to see Shadepatch, or Thrushfleck, or even Seedpaw again… but he could only hope that Mistleheart and Drizzlemimic could. With a gurgling wail of what was left of a battle cry, the young warrior concentrated the last of his paw on his paw, unleashing a sharp blow aimed right into the eye of his killer.
Then, the pain rushed away as if washed out by rain, and his body was no more. He drifted out, finding his footing again, looking on as the rogue that killed him stumbled back, clutching their face. Ravenpaw watched as Mistleheart recovered, as Drizzlemimic stumbled back up, as the rogues were defeated, run out of their camp. And he watched, walking slowly beside him, as Seedpaw dragged his body back to camp, a devastated expression indelibly fixed to his face. Ravenpaw pressed his new, starry form to his side. "I’m here, Seedpaw. Even if you can’t feel me or see me. I’ll be safe now… and I will see you again one day." He watched them disappear into the camp, but he didn’t bother to follow. It was not his place. I have new hunting grounds to walk, now.
OOC -- Nonono not again!!! This was a particularly bed death for me, with it being a battle death for an apprentice. But finally the rogues are dealt with! |
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 16, 2024 19:55:52 GMT -5
Heavy »
Every muscle and every heartbeat longed to be out in the middle of the fray. Her claws yearned to slash through rogue flesh and her fangs desired to tear through rogue fur. The want to fight was strong, but she had to let logic prevail. Emotions were high and emotions were an important part of battle - cats willing to fight had to have a certain level of emotion to get out there and defend their Clan - but for as important as the heart was, the brain was just as important. As Clan deputy Heavy knew she should be out there in the middle of it all, risking her life for the cats who gave her a second chance of life, but as a warrior with more knowledge on herbs than most, she had decided to stay back and help Shadepatch. In such a large battle the need for a healer would be immense, and with Flash- sick with greencough, Shadepatch only had Petaltree to help her, and while the young molly was a great helper to have, there was only so much she could do thanks to her current broken leg. So rather than join the fight, Heavy remained by Shadepatch, helping treat the injured who stumbled to safety.
Between patients and helping grab herbs and poultices for Shadepatch, Heavy kept an eye on Monarchlightning; she was able to pinpoint the gray tabby here and there, the young warrior keeping a diligent eye on the battle as she helped route the Clan warriors to areas that needed more fighters while also herding the injured toward Shadepatch, Petaltree, and Heavy. Once this battle was over, Heavy would have to find time to speak with Dapplestar about the young tabby’s prowess. While still a juvenile warrior, Monarchlightning was proving herself to be an incredible asset to the Clan, so much so that the deputy wanted to make sure Dapplestar knew just how lucky she was to have such a capable warrior as a Clanmate.
It was during a lull of patients when an ear-piercing yowl echoed through the battlefield. Heavy’s blood turned to ice as she noticed two apprentices, Icepaw and Wrenpaw, under the paws of a broadly built rogue. Wrenpaw was managing to get in a few blows, but Icepaw was clearly struggling, pinned by the rogue, scarlet rivulets of blood streaming through her pale pelt. Unable to stand by and just let the rogue kill the two apprentices, Heavy shot a quick look toward Shadepatch before rushing forward and into the fray. A flash of gray nearby told her Monarchlightning was on the scene as well.
As if silently communicating Monarchlightning headed toward Wrenpaw while Heavy went straight for Icepaw. She gave one good swat to the rogue, distracting the fox-heart just long enough to grab Icepaw by the scruff and shift her around until she was secure in Heavy’s jaws.
But the deputy was already unsure of the apprentice’s status. Icepaw made no attempt to move, blood streaming down her pelt and dripping heavily onto the ground below. Even with the young cat in her jaws blood splashed upon Heavy’s chest and paws, turning her orange and white coat into a red splashed mess. Come on, Icepaw, you can make it… Just a little further… Shadepatch can heal you.
Fate had other plans.
Before Heavy could even make it back to Shadepatch she felt the apprentice go slack in her jaws, her body falling limp. Icepaw’s tail uncurled from her body, her limbs now dangling rather than stiff against her chest and stomach. The deputy prayed that it was only Icepaw falling unconscious from her injuries, but the deputy was no stranger of death. The loss of a life was different than going unconscious.
As she gently placed Icepaw down in front of Shadepatch, she could already tell the young molly’s spirit had left her body. Bedragged, broken, and bloody, she had given her life to protect her Clan. Heavy’s heart shattered at the sight. She crouched down to press her nose into Icepaw’s still warm fur. ”You were brave, little one. Now rest easy, you were a warrior in the end.”
It felt like endless hours yet only a pawful of seconds when the screeching of war came to an eerie end.
Heavy’s blue eyes peered out toward the battlefield, heart thudding in her chest. Icepaw had not been the only Clan casualty. Rogue bodies lay upon the ground, but between the carnage of the enemy lay bodies that Heavy recognized all too well.
Whorldusk… Bubblingheart’s last remaining kit and a fine warrior. He had fought fiercely and while he lay his life down for the sake of his Clan, he should still be here now, going back to camp alongside his Clanmates.
While Whorldusk’s and Icepaw’s death shook Heavy to her core, it was the next lifeless Clanmate she noticed that took her breath away. Ravenpaw.
Her grandson. Thrushfleck’s son. Her blood kin. She knew if she lingered on it for too much longer she wouldn’t be able to stop the flood of grief trying to overtake her.
A brush of fur against her flanks helped her swim to safety from the sorrowful waters. She blinked bleary eyes only to be greeted by the sight of Mistleheart. Together the two grieving mollies - a mother who had lost a daughter and a grandmother who had lost a grandson - carried the deceased back to camp, a solemn task that needed to be done. YewClan had entered this battle knowing many would not return, but that didn’t make the losses any less painful.
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The Clan was an odd mixture of grief and joy as they settled back into camp. Many went to tend to their minor wounds while others were brought to Shadepatch’s den for overnight observations. The trio of deceased were placed in the middle of camp for vigil, Whorldusk, Icepaw, and Ravenpaw all looking so small and bruised. Heavy collected a variety of herbs to place around her grandson’s limp form, decorating his second to last resting place. She was only faintly aware of Dapplestar as the leader called forth a meeting, congratulating the Clan on their victory while also recounting their fallen Clanmates’ heroic sacrifice. Heavy nearly choked when her leader made Ravenpaw a warrior in death. Ravenwhistle. A fine name, but only if he had been able to wear that name in life rather than death.
She called out both Ravenwhistle’s and Seedflower’s new names, catching a glimpse of her only surviving grandkit. He stood tall and proud, but no smile adorned his face. No excitement danced in his expression as it should for a warrior ceremony. Heavy knew exactly what he was thinking because she felt it too.
Ravenwhistle should be standing there with him. Gingerpaw should have been there as well. And Thrushfleck should be here to call his sons’ names out, but even after the battle there had been no trace of Heavy’s kit.
She pressed her nose into Ravenwhistle’s pelt. She would not stop searching for her son. The rogue threat was finally over, but her son was still missing, and she would stop for nothing to find him.
Slatefoot »
Battle was just a few days ahead of them. Dapplestar, with Heavy at her side, had called the Clan forth, informing them that they would soon be striking the rogues and their camp. Every cat knew that the battle would be ruthless, a deadly fight that would only stop once the rogue leader was killed. Rogues would fall, but it was true that YewClan warriors would lose their lives as well. Anticipation for battle hung thick in the air, warriors eager to defend their home, but that yearning was dulled by the ever looming knowledge that some Clanmates wouldn’t make it back home. And not knowing who those Clanmates would be dampened the mood that would otherwise be teeming with battle-hungry energy. For all Slatefoot knew she could meet her end in the battle. Or Mistleheart could. Perhaps both of them would fall in the midst of battle. It was a gruesome thought to have, but a realistic one.
Which was why this border patrol with Mistleheart was so important to Slatefoot.
The forest was peaceful. Much more peaceful than Slatefoot could imagine with war looming over their heads. The once green leaves were turning to various shades of red, orange, and yellow, dazzling the woodland with a beautiful arrangement of colors. It was beautiful, and with a crispness in the air that promised mild days to come, Slatefoot almost felt guilty for enjoying herself. She almost felt guilty for not paying attention to the borders but rather sneaking glances toward Mistleheart. What if Slatefoot survived the war and Mistleheart didn’t? What if these last few sunrises before the battle were the last Slatefoot would have with the mostly white molly? The rosette-splashed warrior shivered at the thought. Knowing how possible that outcome was caused a horrific battle within Slatefoot’s mind, anxiety eating at her. She turned away from her friend, pale eyes gazing up toward the sky that flickered through the tree branches.
If these next few days were possibly the last she had with Mistleheart, would it be worth telling Mistleheart how she felt? If Mistleheart died without Slatefoot confessing her feelings, would Slatefoot be able to live with that? Or if Slatefoot died would she be able to ascend to StarClan peacefully knowing she had never confided in Mistleheart?
But how would Mistleheart even respond? The older warrior had kits, a family of her own. She had no mate, and never had true romantic feelings toward Frozenlaurel, but even still…would Mistleheart even want a mate now that she had kits to care for? Would revealing her feelings even matter?
Slatefoot thought back to her own parents, how Stemriver had died only a moon after he and Heavy had officially become mates. Their family was already unlucky enough as it was, Slatefoot didn’t want to jinx it any more. So maybe she should keep her feelings to herself. Maybe this love she felt for Mistleheart was meant to remain to herself.
In the end Slatefoot said not a word about her feelings. Instead she focused on just spending time with Mistleheart, wanting to enjoy this time they had together as much as she could, because for all she knew, this would be their last chance to ever be together again.
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A new dawn ascended upon the cats of YewClan, and with the rising sun came the cry of battle.
Dapplestar was quick to assign her warriors in specific positions, a large group assembled to take the first strike while others were meant to stay back and help the elders guard the camp. Slatefoot was chosen alongside Amberrise to stay with the elders, and while the dark and light furred warrior was initially upset at not being able to join the battle, she soon realized just how important it was for a few cats to keep the camp safe. If the battle went badly for YewClan, if something terrible happened, it would be up to Slatefoot and Amberrise to avenge their Clan. It would be up to them to keep the heart of YewClan safe. But even with that thought in mind it was hard for her to watch her Clanmates rally together and march out of camp, knowing very well that some would never make it back home.
Grieving eyes watched as Heavy, her mother, faded from her sight. Her throat tightened as Mistleheart, the only cat she had ever romantically loved, slid out of camp. A shudder ran down her spine as Drizzlemimic, her adoptive brother and blood kin, passed out of camp. Her whiskers trembled as Ravenpaw and Seedpaw, her nephews, trailed behind the line of warriors and into the autumnal forest.
Slatefoot closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath of the crisp air. Please, StarClan, protect them all.
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The sound of pawsteps returning hours later had Slatefoot on her feet.
She was quick to check the air, scenting only her Clanmates. Blood hung heavy in the air, and already she could taste the unmistakable stench of death.
Her heart quickened, claws unsheathing into the ground. Who had pulled through? Who walked with StarClan now? Was the rogue leader dead? Surely he was if her Clanmates were returning.
Dapplestar’s tortoiseshell pelt was the first to flash into Slatefoot’s vision. The warrior’s heart dropped when it wasn’t Heavy who emerged into camp next, and it took everything in her to not cause a scene, anxiety telling her that her mother had been slain on the battlefield. Hazelpelt, Hayfeather, Dawnshade, Shadepatch, Drizzlemimic, Wrenpaw…
Where was Heavy? Where was Mistleheart? Seedpaw? Ravenpaw? Had StarClan taken them all from her?
Heavy’s familiar calico coat emerged into camp once the rest of the Clan had returned. She was soon followed by Mistleheart and Seedpaw, but it was clear why they had come in last. Why they had trailed behind.
Upon their backs were the bodies of the fallen.
Slatefoot’s jaw went slack, a mournful whimper escaping her at the sight.
Whorldusk, his head lolled back lifeless. Icepaw, her pale pelt stained with so much blood she looked like a ginger tabby. And most heart-wrenching of all was Ravenpaw, his eyes glazed and staring at nothing. She knew death would be the price some of her Clanmates would have to pay for victory, but this was almost too much. Too cruel.
The rest of the evening was a blur. She barely managed to cheer out Ravenwhistle and Seedflower’s new names, her mind mostly focused on the fact that three of her Clanmates were dead and more injured. Three young cats who would never get to live the rest of their lives. StarClan was their home now, but that didn’t make the pain of losing them any easier.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 16, 2024 20:00:05 GMT -5
Seedpaw »
Seedpaw was nervous. He had never been in a battle before. Mock ones, yes, but a real battle with real teeth and claws? That was something he had never participated in. Regardless of if he was ready or not the battle was here. In just a few minutes he’d have to prove himself a warrior of YewClan and fight these rogues off that had been threatening the Clan for some time now.
He fell into step beside Ravenpaw, taking in the comfort of his brother’s presence. He wished Gingerpaw was here as well, but he knew his other littermate was up in StarClan watching over them, guiding their pawsteps. Thrushfleck, are you up there with him, too? He wondered solemnly. While there had been no sign of the rogues killing his father, Seedpaw could only assume his father had long joined StarClan as well.
Thrushfleck, Gingerpaw, please keep us all safe.
Dapplestar gave the war cry and within seconds the yowls of war became louder than the roaring of blood in Seedpaw’s ears.
Ravenpaw had vanished from his side. Filling the void was a speckled gray pelt that Seedpaw had not had at his side for quite a few seasons.
”Pondspeckle!” He gasped, his shock reverberating through his entire body at the sight of the tom who had originally been chosen as his mentor. The shock wore off sooner rather than later, Seedpaw and Pondspeckle being greeted by the presence of two other YewClan cats - Puddlelaurel and Wrenpaw. Rogues soon made their advances on the four Clan cats, and together they held their ground and defended one another. Seedpaw swatted and swerved, leapt and lashed out. One minute he was biting into the leg of a rogue beside Pondspeckle and the next he was dodging the blow of another rogue alongside Puddleluarel. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, allowing him to move quicker, hit harder, and fight as tough as a lion. He felt invincible, a force to be reckoned with. Seedpaw never knew how easy battle was until now! Was Shadepatch watching? Was Dapplestar aware of his power? Had Thrushfleck and Gingerpaw granted him the strength to fight and win? That had to be it. That had to be why he was ducking and dodging and making all the right moves.
As quick as it had happened the battle had ended.
Seedpaw stood among the battlefield, panting and aching. He remained mostly unscathed, while Pondspeckle had sustained an injury that would heal in time, but would need Shadepatch’s guidance in healing the injury. The apprentice glanced around, brimming with victory. Where had Ravenpaw gone? They needed to celebrate together! They had won! The rogues were defeated!
Heavy and Mistleheart shuffled into view, their gazes dark and their movements stiff. Seedpaw’s stomach twisted.
A second later and his heart stopped, cold in his chest.
A familiar black pelt lay motionless upon the ground.
”Raven…paw…”
He couldn’t, there was no way, they had started the battle together, they couldn’t end it like this…
Gingerpaw, Thrushfleck…is he with you now?
On numb paws he made his way over to Heavy and Mistleheart. He dipped his head toward them, tail drooping, eyes suddenly burning. ”Let me carry him,” he croaked, emotions frozen, gut wrenching. Ravenpaw… How could he be dead? Seedpaw should have stayed by Ravenpaw’s side. He should have been there with him the entire battle. Maybe Seedpaw could have saved him, could have helped him.
Maybe Seedpaw could have taken his place instead.
In silence did he carry his brother back to camp, unaware of a starry presence following alongside him. Two brothers had gone to battle and only one had returned.
The silence back in camp was deafening. Seedpaw slowly and carefully placed Ravenpaw down on the ground, his eyes only on his dead brother. First Gingerpaw, now Ravenpaw… How was he the last of his littermates? How had he survived while the others had not? Why had he been blessed with life when his brothers had been cursed with death?
Seedpaw’s fur bristled and his claws unsheathed once again. It took everything in him to not cast a glare up toward Dapplestar when she called for the Clan. It took everything in him not to scowl at her when she called his name.
It was an automatic response to say ‘I do’. There was no emotion within his words as he vowed to protect his Clan at the cost of his life. There was no excitement or pride as he was named a warrior in front of his battle-hardened Clanmates. He turned away from his leader once she had announced his name, the newly named Seedflower barely hearing the weak chants of his Clanmates as they congratulated him while mourning for Ravenwhistle.
His brother should have been named a warrior alongside him rather than like this.
Gingerpaw shouod have been named a warrior with them as well.
Seedflower gazed toward Icepaw’s broken body. Was Dapplestar not going to promote her post-mortem? Was she not important enough to the leader?
As the Clan slowly eased into their own groups Seedflower slumped down beside Ravenwhistle, pressing his nose deep into his brother’s fur. For all the herbs that Heavy had placed around him, Seedflower could still only smell death.
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Post by Dew on Sept 16, 2024 21:21:21 GMT -5
Whisperingheart Relies on Amberrise (+), Rogue Battle (TW: Blood, Violence)|| with Dapplestar, Hazelpelt, Myrtlesprout, Amberrise Whisperingheart's stomach was a knot of nerves. Today was the day. It was time to get rid of the rogues, once and for all. She had been chosen to fight in the battle, not to stay behind to guard the camp, not to mix poltices with Shadepatch like she had been hoping last moon. Instead Amberrise had been chosen to stay behind, along with Slatefoot. Petaltree had been chosen to stay with Shadepatch, her broken leg preventing her from being able to participate in the battle.
They hadn't left camp yet. Every cat was still here, uninjured, alive. Puddlefog had recovered and given his warrior name, and he was fighting fresh out of the medicine den. She stayed near her littermates, brushing her pelt along Amberrise's as a mean for comfort. He was the first born out of all of them, and she had never realized how much she had relied on the tortie tom until now. Until the day where she might not return.
Before she could say anything, they were called. Most of Yewclan dipped their heads and waved their tails, exiting camp. Whisperingheart couldn't linger for too much longer, Heavy given her the job to cover Dapplestar's back during the battle, but she wanted to see the camp one more time, just in case she didn't return.
Squeezing Amberrise's tail with her own, Whisperingheart untangled hers and raced out of camp, making her way to the front of the party. As of now, they were still in Yewclan territory. They were still in the safe zone. It hasn't been very safe recently. Or, the entirely of my life. I guess I've never know Yewclan rogueless.
They were almost at the rogue camp now, having just exited Yewclan territory. The clan stopped, waiting for Dapplestar's signal. They weren't going to all be racing in at once, one main group would be going and then they had a lot of reinforcements staying behind, ready to help if needed.
The signal came, and Whisperingheart raced into the rogue camp, trailing Dapplestar closely. It was going well so far, they still had the element of surprise on their side, but it wasn't to last.
The rogues were quick after they got over the fact that they were getting attacked, and made quick work to confuse Whisperingheart. She wasn't ready for this. She didn't even like fighting, having wanted to stay behind before! What if she had to kill some cat? Would she be able to do that?
Now Dapplestar was gone. It was her one job to watch their leader, and she had failed. Instead she was face-to-face with two rogues, one bright orange, the other black as night. They both had their lips pulled up in a snarl, an excited glimmer in their eyes.
She didn't give them much time, swiping at the one left of her and trying to roll out of they way. The grey-speckled molly wasn't as smooth as she would have liked to be, and instead rolled right into the black she-cats paws. Scrambling to her paws, she wasn't fast enough to avoid the blow, a scratch up her leg. Hopefully shallow. "Help!" Whisperingheart knew they could kill her in mere seconds if she didn't get help soon-
A black-and-white blur slammed itself in between Whisperingheart and the rogues, taking a long slash to the side that was meant for her. Whisperingheart recovered quickly from the fact that her call had been answered, faster than the rogues. Together she and Myrtlesprout drove away the two, and they disappeared into the thong of cats, hopefully gone for good, but there wasn't time to dwell on that now. Myrtlesprout was hurt.
Panic still rising (she needed to find Dapplestar!) Whisperingheart quickly helped Myrtlesprout over to where Shadepatch and Petaltree were treating the injured, a hidden spot not far from the battle. Brushing against Petaltree's pelt, the grey molly dove back into the battle. She hadn't seen Dawnshade or Monarchlighting yet, but she trusted they would be okay.
There she is! Dapplestar's black pelt stood out from them all, and Whisperingheart racd through the fray of cats, reaching the place where Dapplestar had been a moment ago. Hazelpelt was now there, fighting a large tom who was stained with blood. I have a feeling that that is not all his own.
She didn't have time to think, instead leaping to the battle alongside Hazelpelt. Together they matched each other blow for blow, overwhelming the tom so that he turned tail and ran. Most of the rogues were gone now, having either fled or had been killed by the paws of the Yewclan cats. A familiar ginger pelt flashed in the corner of her eye and she turned to see Flax. The traitor, murderer. But she couldn't go after him. She couldn't kill him. Whisperingheart didn't even want to fight ever again.
The battle was over, and Whisperingheart scanned the crowd of cats that remained. One, two three. All her siblings were still alive. Hopbramble was still alive. She exhaled. Dawnshade joined her side, the two-faced tom rather uninjured. But he has blood on his paws. He has blood on his mouth. Whisperingheart shuddered, pressing herself into her brothers pelt. "That was horrible." She murmured.
In camp lay three bodies. Icepaw, Ravenwhistle, and Whorldusk. All dead. Slain at the paws of the rogues. Murdered. Whisperingheart sat in a huddle with her littermates, staring at the stars, where they would all be safe. She would go there one day, hopefully when she was older. These cats were so young. Whorldusk had been older than her, if not by much, but Icepaw and Ravenwhistle had only been apprentices.
It's not fair, to live the life of a warrior. [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by jaybun! on Sept 16, 2024 23:17:05 GMT -5
HAZELPELT
The raid! - approves of Lightpaw's contributions in battle - x
Not a cat would argue that driving off the rogues once and for all was a bad thing, especially Hazelpelt. But any satisfaction she could derive from finally making their stand was muted. As the cinnamon molly glanced across YewClan's ranks, she could feel her stomach twist as the reality of true battle set in. Anyone of her clan-mates, her friends, could be injured... anyone of them could die.
She let herself linger in that grief for the future for a moment, storing the sight of them all alive and well deep within her heart. Hazelpelt hadn't been raised to believe in Starclan, but she sent a quiet prayer up to the dark, early morning sky. Watch over us, please. She would take any help they could get.
Finally, she shut her eyes, and brushed away the fear and sadness with a deep breath. When she blinked them back open, Hazelpelt let the sight of her clan galvanize her resolve. They could do this. Together, they were an army, a force of warriors hardened by loss. Her claws flexed into the cool ground, and she held her head up high. There would be no rogues left to pester YewClan ever again!
Soon, Dapplestar and Heavy gave the order to set off. Hazelpelt mewed her goodbyes to Slatefoot and Amberrise, and then fell into step beside Lightpaw. She brushed her tail against the apprentice's flank reassuringly, projecting confidence best she could, "We'll get through this together, alright?"
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Blood rushed through Hazelpelt's ears as she snarled down at a young brown and white tabby pinned beneath her paws. She sunk her teeth into the rogue's scruff, battering their haunches with her back feet until they managed to wiggle free. The young tabby sped off into the underbrush with a squeal, only leaving scraps of their fur behind. Good riddance! She spat in their general direction, glancing to her side to ensure Lightpaw's safety before descending back into the thick of battle.
She caught sight of Dapplestar, noting with some dread that both Icepaw and Whisperingheart were nowhere to be seen. Her moment of hesitation cost her precious focus, allowing a large black tom land a heavy strike across her head. Hazelpelt hissed, blindly lashing out to buy herself some much needed time. Satisfaction rippled through her as her claws caught onto something thin and sensitive; sending the rogue stumbling back a pace.
With Lightpaw's help, they began driving the tom back- darting in and out to scratch and bite at anything in reach. Now! Hazelpelt thought, leaping in to rake her claws down the large rogue's remaining good eye. However, she overestimated her reach, paw grasping at the open air in front of the black tom's face.
Seeing an opening, he leapt forward to sink his teeth into her neck. Hazelpelt scrabbled at the ground, trying in vain to rear back, fear making her clumsy. She could feel the rogue's sickening breath against her fur, before Dapplestar appeared with a yowl; barreling the brute back! Relief flooded her as she saw Pondspeckle soon join, leaping out of the crowd to land atop the large black tom's back.
She panted for air, stumbling toward the edge of the fight to recover. That had been too close. Another second and he would've... Hazelpelt shook herself, stuffing down her lingering aches and pains. There was still a battle to be fought. As she turned, she remembered Lightpaw, who was admirably still at her side despite everything. The young molly had done beautifully, but Hazelpelt could see the fatigue dragging at the apprentice's limbs.
"You fall back!" Hazelpelt ordered, pointing with her tail at the triage station, "Shadepatch and Heavy will need another set of paws!"
Making sure Lightpaw made it safely to the back line, she quickly glanced across the remaining fighters. Dapplestar and Pondspeckle had long since driven off that tom, splitting apart to take on other targets. Some tail-lengths away from where their leader had taken on a ginger-furred rogue, Puddlefog was struggling with another stoutly-framed cat. How many muscle freaks do these rogues have?!
Hazelpelt rushed to Puddlefog's side, eyes widening as the younger warrior stumbled; exposing his soft belly to the rogue's claws. Gritting her teeth, she ran head-long into Puddlefog's side; shouldering him away from the full brunt of the blow. Scratches could be healed, torn bellies couldn't! The small cinnamon molly whirled on the stoutly-built rogue, gratefully ducking and weaving alongside Puddlefog once the tom had recovered. Together they sent them off, but Hazelpelt couldn't stop offer anything more than reassuring nod.
Dapplestar was still locked in a screeching ball of claws and fangs with that ginger rogue. Exhaustion had started to creep up along her paws, but Hazelpelt forced herself forward. She slunk over to her leader, grabbing at the rogue tom's back leg with her teeth and clamping down hard as she could. It proved distraction enough for Dapplestar to get back the upper-hand, and she was more than happy to spit out the foul tasting limb to help. Tired as she was, Hazelpelt assisted in chasing the ginger rogue off for good. |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Sept 17, 2024 0:29:17 GMT -5
 chocolatemilk7 (Dawnshade) Whorldusk (Is killed by Saffron during the raid on the rogue's camp, and watches the battlefield with stars in his fur.) (TW: blood, violence, death) This was it! Whorldusk was stalking through the forest territory, with his Clanmates beside him. His heart was thumping very fast. We are raiding the rogues' camp!They didn't have to go very far, the rogues came bursting out of the fog. They were all huge and muscular, and Whorldusk recognised the light ginger-furred traitor Flax amongst them. Finally, Whorldusk will have the chance to prove himself as the strongest warrior of YewClan! This is it! May the powers of StarClan truly be in my paws!As Dapplestar yowled her war cry, signalling the battle to start, Whorldusk unsheathed his claws. He, and the other YewClan cats were yowling at the bloodthirsty rogues. The roars of the battle cries were as loud as lions. With adrenaline rushing through his veins, Whorldusk threw himself onto the battlefields along the other YewClan warriors. For safety Whorldusk decided to team up with the former rogue Hopbramble's son, Dawnshade. "Dawnshade, lets chase away these crowfood-eating mange-pelts! We don't have to kill here, even though I frankly very want to!" He shouted at the half-ginger and black tom, the cries of the battle thundering in his ears. Whorldusk didn't want to break the Warrior Code. Even though he doesn't follow it, he couldn't imagine how his Clanmates would react when they learn he killed cats in the battle. With Dawnshade following behind him, Whorldusk charged toward a rogue. A huge brown tabby tom. After Dawnshade attacked the tom, with a battle move in mind, the ginger warrior darted underneath the big dark brown tabby and flipped him over using his hind legs. Then, he raked his belly with his claws. The rogue yowled out in pain, got up and limped back from Whorldusk. As he gave a fearful look at the two cats, Whorldusk hissed back, flattening his ears. "That's right, you dirty rogue!" Whorldusk yowled. The rogue turned tail and fled from the battlefield. "Thanks Dawnsha...." Whorldusk began to meow thanks to Dawnshade, but he was interrupted by a huge collared menacing pale ginger tom with deep dark blue eyes. There was a furious look in his eyes as he stared straight at Whorldusk and Dawnshade. He must be the leader of the rogue group! " You two! How DARE you chase away Nyx!" Growled Saffron. He locked his eyes onto Whorldusk, his terrible glare terrifying the young ginger warrior. He gulped. He knew that his lithe body made him look like a weaker target than Dawnshade. "You! You'll PAY for this!" Saffron growled, lunging at him. "DAWNSHADE!!! HEAVY!! DAPPLESTAR!!! HELP ME!!" Yowled Whorldusk, calling for anyone to come to his rescue. But clearly they were busy fighting other rogues... As Whorldusk started sprinting away, Saffron ran towards him and sank his huge fangs into his neck. Excruciating pain shot through the ginger tom's body. He heard Dawnshade's cries of horrors as he watched him get attacked by Saffron. "NOO!!" Screamed Whorldusk, gasping for breath "DAWNSHADE!!! STARCLAN HELP MEEEE!!!"But the rogue leader didn't budge, and his fangs remained fastened in his neck. Whorldusk felt blood flow out of his neck. He felt his lungs struggling to receive enough oxygen, and at once, Whorldusk got dizzy. The ginger tom gagged, tasting the metallic taste of blood welling up inside his mouth. "Please DAWNSHADE!!!! Dapplestar... Please Heavy... Please StarClan... Anyone?!?!?" Whorldusk thoughts were frantic as the world slowed down around him. "NOOOO!!!! WHY WON'T DAWNSHADE RESCUE ME?!?!?! WHY DO BAD THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!?!?"In his last moments, Whorldusk felt euphoria flooding through every inch of his blood-stained body. A feeling so peaceful and so calming... A feeling in which he didn't want to leave. Whorldusk realized that he was dying! And he forgot the terrors of the war, and forgot that his life was literally ending, thinking instead of his family... his family in StarClan. Every inch of him warmed up to the idea of seeing the family he lost... Blizzardkit, Foxclove, and Bubblingheart. Finally, what felt like an eternity, Whorldusk felt himself drop to the ground. Saffron had finally let go... But Whorldusk's body was beyond repair. His eyelids flicked open and close before he finally forced them shut, and he felt his heart stop. He listened to the darkness that engulfed him. And he felt love... love for his family. --- After a few moments, Whorldusk opened his eyes. He felt as light a feather, and all the pain that was inflicted on him by Saffron was gone. He was gone. Whorldusk gasped when he looked down. He was standing above a bloodied body of a ginger cat, his body! Then, he saw that his paws were covered in stars... He was a StarClan cat! It sank in him that he was dead. He would never see his Clanmates again... or until they also passed. But as he looked around, he was confused. Why was still in the forest territory?! If I'm a StarClan cat, why aren't I in StarClan?!" Whorldusk thought, perplexed. He watched as the rest of battle enfolded in front of his eyes. His eyes widened with horror as two apprentices, Ravenpaw and Icepaw were also killed. And also when Mistleheart broke the Warrior Code by killing THREE of the rogues, after her apprentice and daughters' deaths! She seemed like the last cat that would break it, but Whorldusk knew she was furious over her loved ones' deaths! "They were only apprentices!" Whorldusk though with horror " Also... MISTLEHEART! NOO!!!" Their starry forms emerged out of their bodies, and they look just as confused as he was. Then, Hopbramble ordered Dawnshade to kill Saffron! Whorldusk watched, hope flickered in his chest, and at the same time the horror of one of his Clanmates breaking the Warrior Code to save YewClan, even if he wasn't a follower of it. "W hy didn't he save me?!" Thought Whorldusk, anger prickling in his starry ginger pelt. "Well it served him right for killing me! I hope he rots, wherever he goes after is death!" Whorldusk thought angrily. But at the same time as anger and the horror that he was dead, and the fact Dawnshade didn't save him and he broke the Warrior Code, relief washed over him. "YewClan is safe... We made it through the war... Well I didn't make it... but still... " As Whorldusk let out a long sigh, he heard a voice that he never thought he would hear again so soon. He turned around, and saw his father Bubblingheart standing right in front of him! He was young, and no longer the elderly and frail tom he knew in life. His sister Foxclove was here too, but Blizzardkit wasn't present. Whorldusk couldn't believe that he was seeing them again. He embraced his sister Foxclove first, purring loudly. The star-studded ginger tom could see that his father looked very sad. His ears was flattened, and his tail was held low. Teardrops were falling out of his green-yellow eyes. "Dad, hey... I'm here. I missed you so much! You don't need to be sad... " Whorldusk meowed, feeling empathy for his father. "It's good to see you again... but... It's just... You wasn't supposed to die! I wasn't supposed to meet you here! You were supposed to carry on my legacy after my death!" Grief shook his father's voice. Feeling grief for his father too, and feeling sad for the situation Whorldusk got himself in, Whorldusk curled his starry tail around his body. But at the same time he was also feeling... happy. Happy that he will be able to spend eternity with his family again after being separated for so long! Whorldusk was feeling all the emotions at once; sadness, angriness.... and happiness. "It's okay dad... I may be dead, and I may not have raised any kits in my life... but we're all here. Nothing can ever separate us again! I'm so happy to be reunited with you, no matter how terrible the situation is. And YewClan is safe! Dawnshade killed Saffron! Hopefully the rogues won't threaten our former Clan again..."To his surprise, Whorldusk's father started purring as he leaned against his starry ginger body. "Blizzardkit isn't here my son" Mewed Bubblingheart finally. " She's alive... In PlumClan, living the best of her life as Blizzardwing. But even she will join us again when she eventually die, though right now she isn't the same cat."Whorldusk was very surprised, and felt his heart shatter a bit "Blizzardkit... is alive and in PlumClan?! Well I hope she will have a great life dad and not die young like I did." Grief tugged his heart as he realized that they weren't all in StarClan. Bubblingheart smiled weakly. "I hope so too my love" Then he got up onto his paws. "Well Whorldusk, it's time we leave this place. I'm guiding you to StarClan now, my love. " His voice was gentle, it was obvious he didn't want to intimidate his son. Whorldusk felt excitement flaring inside of him. My new home! I can't wait to see what StarClan looks like! Whorldusk felt like he was a kit again when he followed his father Bubblingheart, and his sister, Foxclove into the great beyond... StarClan. There, he will have endless hunting and be with his family forever... his life may of tragically ended, but at least he was with most of his family, and he will watch his sister Blizzardkit as a different cat, Blizzardwing in PlumClan, even if she wasn't the same cat at the moment. Whorldusk knew deep down that Blizzardwing will become Blizzardkit again when she joins StarClan, her other half joining PlumClan's part of StarClan as Blizzardwing. Whorldusk became a star in the sky, shining brightly with his family. Cats in YewClan will tell stories of Bubblingheart's family for many generations to come, even though the bloodline has died out. In that way, Whorldusk and his family was still there... living in everycats' hearts as they live their daily lives as Clan cats as best as they can. Whorldusk was home.
OOC: RIP my ginger boy, Whorldusk! I will miss playing as him so much! He was truly an amazing warrior. Can't believe he died already! I was kind half expecting for Mistleheart to die... Anyways this is my first death prompt and it was very hard to write... But I hope you liked it and brought tissues with you to cry for poor poor Whorldusk!  |
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