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Post by polarized on Sept 17, 2024 2:06:34 GMT -5
 Wrenpaw Battle {--} with It was the night before the battle. Wrenpaw was in the apprentice den, but she was asleep. She was trembling, her tail swishing side to side nervously. In her head, she was facing a nightmare. “No! Wait!” She hissed, before waking herself up. It was just a dream. The battle would be fine. She looked to either of her sides, Icepaw and Lightpaw. Her two sisters. They would be fine. Together, nothing could pull them apart.
The patrol left the camp. Wrenpaw had orders to stick with Pondspeckle, Seedpaw and Puddlefog. She would do whatever she could in this battle. After all, she was great in battle training. Only then did the nerves start to set in when they reached the camp. All Wrenpaw could hear was a deafening yowl, to start the battle. She ran in after her patrol, following behind Pondspeckle. She could tell Pondspeckle was trying to keep low, which Wrenpaw found stupid. They were here to protect their clan. Then it happened. Wrenpaw felt herself shudder at the sight of two massive rogues running towards them. Pondspeckle, Seedpaw took the first one. Puddlefog had ran to help Hazelpelt. However the last one locked eyes with Wrenpaw.
She looked at him, fear coming off in waves off the tiny apprentices body. The big tom lunged at her, in which Wrenpaw only narrowly dodged. She started to flee, which she knew wasn’t a warrior’s move. She had only realised the rogue had stopped chasing her when she saw her sister. Seperated from the group, just like her. Wrenpaw ran to her sister, feeling her muzzle in her soft fur. Such a thing was all Wrenpaw had to comfort her right now. The feeling that her sister was safe. Wrenpaw nodded to Icepaw when she started to move, following her every step. Wrenpaw yowled in shock as Icepaw was knocked to the ground, Wrenpaw following her. The two apprentices found themselves trapped in the corner of camp, facing an orange tom. His bright green gaze burned on her fur. She stood in front of Icepaw, hissing. “Get away! I’ll tear you to shreds!” A part of her knew that wasn’t true. This tom looked big, and strong. Wrenpaw thought she was great at fighting, but this battle had only proved her wrong.
Hopper leaped, and Wrenpaw didn’t react fast enough. The tom swiped at Icepaw’s face, sending spirals of blood flying. She tried to swipe her claws at Hopper, but it seemed like it did nothing. She nipped his leg, which made him turn. She felt herself freeze, she couldn’t move her paws. It felt like she was stuck to the ground. Move! Move quickly! Wrenpaw closed her eyes in fear, until she heard her sister pounce onto the rogue. Wrenpaw opened her eyes to see Icepaw flailing on his back. “Icepaw!” Wrenpaw looked in fear. Why couldn’t she move?! She had to stare and watch as the rogue seemed to tear Icepaw to shreds. She finally found the courage to move, trying to swat at the tom. “Stay away from my sister you fox-heart!” She hissed, her tiny claws seemingly doing nothing. It was all a blur. A ginger and white she-cat had managed to push the rogue away. Heavy? As she felt the presence of a cat behind her, she didn’t look. One last blink to see better, a white furred limp body laid on Heavy.
Wrenpaw ran after Heavy. “Wait! Don’t take her away!” She hissed. “Give me back Icepaw! She’s fine!” She hissed and growled, not taking her eyes off Icepaw. It seemed like the apprentice couldn’t even see the state Icepaw was in. “Let my sister go!” Wrenpaw yowled at Heavy. It was only when Heavy dropped her sister at Shadepatch’s paws had Wrenpaw noticed. The bloodied state of what was once her sister. “Icepaw?” She stuttered, her gaze unwavering. The sounds of the battle faded away, the battle cry’s no longer reaching her ears. Wrenpaw just stared at Icepaw, it wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. But it was. “Icepaw! Please!” She cried, waves of fear and sadness coming off the apprentice. “It’s all my fault! I should have been the one to die!” Her voice cracked, and tears streamed from her eyes. “Please Starclan!” She begged. If she had fought the rogue, Icepaw would still be here. Wrenpaw was no warrior.
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Sept 17, 2024 13:49:28 GMT -5
 Drizzlemimic- War with the rogues Drizzlemimic woke up with a headache. No rational cat is awake at this time unless they are on the dawn patrol. But he knew what today meant. It was time time for war. All that had happened the past few days has lead up to today. He would avenge Frozenlaurel. He would avenge Cinderdapple. It would all be over soon. I’ll make them proud today… or join StarClan trying. He was not entirely confident he would survive. He hadn’t been there for the war with FlowerClan, but he had heard stories about it. Now it was his turn. Dapplestar instructed Slatefoot and Amberrise to stay at camp with the elders while the rest of the clan ventured out. He stood side by side with Hayfeather. No one could muster up the courage to say a word, and the atmosphere around them was silent and tense. Hayfeather stood behind for reinforcements, while Drizzlemimic ran in to the fight. War cries erupted from both sides as YewClan’s warriors surprise attacked the rogues. Every cat tried to find an opponent to pounce on, as Drizzlemimic lost his clan mates in the chaos and deafening surrounding atmosphere. A brown tabby he didn’t recognize pounced on him from the bushes. He tried to bite Drizzlemimic shoulder, but the young warrior was quicker than him and clawed him face before he could sink his teeth. He tried to use his legs to claw his side while clinging on to him but he rolled out of the way and ran off. Drizzlemimic sighed and hoped he caused him enough damage to take him out of the fight. Eventually, in the madness, he caught sight off Mistleheart and Ravenpaw. He stuck by them, particularly close to the apprentice. Not only was he young and didn’t deserve to get hurt, but he was also Drizzlemimic’s kin, albeit distant. Suddenly, from an angle they didn’t cover, a she cat emerged and pounced on attacked Ravenpaw. Drizzlemimic tried to turn around and help him, but he hissed in pain as he felt a sharp pain in his leg. Turning around, he saw the same brown tabby from before, bloodied and bruised, but still with a fighting spirit, biting his leg. For a split second he thought he could see Mistleheart running up to Ravenpaw to help him, so he took this opportunity to maul his attacker. He parried his claw swipes and rapidly responded with some of his own. He tried to jump, but not realizing the pain in his leg until it was too late, all he could muster up was a pathetic hop. He squealed and his opponent jumped him. He tried to roll the rogue off of him, but all it did was get Drizzlemimic a better view of Ravenpaw in the corner of his eye. He turned around upon hearing his cry for help. He didn’t care that he took scratches from his opponent, he needed to use all his might to get him off him. Unfortunately, the brown tabby was much bigger and didn’t plan to budge. Drizzlemimic tried to rake his belly, but he was interrupted by Ravenpaw’s scream of terror, which was quickly stopped with a bite to the neck. A killing blow. Drizzlemimic’s heart sank as he yelled in desperation. Mistleheart couldn’t help him, she was pinned down too. “RAVENPAW!!!!!!” Even the rogue winced in pain a little as he heard him yell. Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be someone so young?! “NO! NO, NO, NO!!!” The anger and pure rage gave him enough strength to flip his opponent off of him, getting a brief opportunity to rake his belly. Letting him run away, Drizzlemimic set his sights for the cat who ended his clan mate’s life. He snuck behind the the black tom and yanked his tail before fiercely biting his side. Despite catching him off guard, the rogue was still prepared and rolled Drizzlemimic off. Suddenly, from behind the battle, Hayfeather appeared to claw at the rogue’s back, freeing Drizzlemimic. “Hayfeather! Oh, thank StarClan you’re alright.. We… we lost Ravenpaw..” But there was no time to confide in his mate. Mistleheart managed to free herself, thankfully, and the three attack any remaining rogues in their vicinity. In his peripheral vision, Drizzlemimic saw a flash of ginger run by. He turned around to see the cat he completely forgot he wanted to hunt down this fight. Flax. The coward… couldn’t even face the consequences of his own actions! Couldn’t even fight alongside his brethren. He wanted to run after him, but the initial adrenaline rush had worn off. He looked back at his bloodied, limping leg. He couldn’t run after him if he tried. In a panic, Drizzlemimic tried to make Flax’s presence known to his clan mates. Hayfeather had strayed away a little, but Hazelpelt was close. “Hazelpelt! I see Flax! We need to chase after him! We- can you hear me?” There was so much noise he wasn’t sure she could could understand him. Unfortunately, by the time he could get Hazelpelt’s attention, Flax had already disappeared. Knowing his cunning, he would probably be far away by now. I’ll be ready when he comes back.It didn’t take long before most of the rogues retreated. Other than Ravenpaw, Whorldusk and Icepaw had also tragically lost their lives. Sadly, such is the way of war. Dawnshade had killed Saffron. Drizzlemimic couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sure, Dawnshade broke the Warrior Code… but he saved everyone! Their leader was dead! They were finally free! He wanted to collapse on the ground from sheer exhaustion, but that would have made a bad impression on others. He found Hayfeather and they were both guided back to camp by Lightpaw. Tagging asrise Sapphirejas jaybun! whispering |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Sept 17, 2024 17:21:38 GMT -5
 chocolatemilk7 (Drizzlemimic) asrise (Ravenwhistle) Feathertalon (Heavy) Mistleheart (Fights alongside Drizzlemimic and Ravenpaw in the raid of the rogue's camp, and helps bury the dead with Heavy.) (TW: blood, violence, death) Mistleheart's heart was pounding as she crept through the forest with her Clanmates. This was it! The raid on the treacherous rogues' camps was about to start! "Time to prove myself as a warrior of YewClan!"It was very early in the morning, and fog surrounded the Clans as they stalk through the forest territory. Mistleheart's heart was thumping so fast that she thought it would burst! The fluffy white-furred she-cat gazed at her daughters; Wrenpaw, Lightpaw, and Icepaw creeping alongside her, and then looked at her apprentice Ravenpaw, who seemed very excited to fight for real for the first time in his life! Through the fog, the sun was barely starting to rise above the horizon. Mistleheart thought back to the gray and white-furred she-cat, Cinderdapple. She died defending her daughter Lightpaw against rogues while on a border patrol! Even though her death was tragic, Mistleheart was forever grateful for the owl-faced warrior for saving her beloved daughter's life! It happened! Many rogues have appeared out of the fog, huge and muscular and looking very menacing. The leader of the group was a huge collared pale ginger tom with dark blue eyes. He glared at the Clan cats with menace in his eyes. Dapplestar gave her signal, and Mistleheart yowled out her war cries, along with her other Clanmates. She charged straight into the battle, claws unsheathed. She glanced at her apprentice, Ravenpaw, and her former apprentice, Drizzlemimic. She decided to tag alongside them to keep them safe from the bloodthirsty rogues. She would rather die than them than if they did - she was older than both of them. Ravenpaw faced a huge pale ginger tom with deep amber eyes. Mistleheart faced a black-furred she-cat with green eyes and white socks alongside Drizzlemimic, biting into her legs and trying to trip her up. But the rogue bit the gray-furred warrior's leg, causing him to yowl in pain. Dtrizzlemimic got up, with his injured hind leg lifted up. With a quick glance to check up on Ravenpaw, Mistleheart saw that her apprentice suddenly looked terrified, his black fur rising on end and his tail fluffed up like a bottlebrush as. Then the rogue attacked Ravenpaw from behind, causing the apprentice to scream in pain. "I need to defend my apprentice!!!" Mistleheart thought with fury as she darted to her apprentice's side to save his life. She threw herself onto the muscular pale ginger tom, knocking him down onto his back. Mistleheaart then leapt onto his belly, and slashed it with her claws. Though when the rogue movements slowed, Mistleheart let go. She knew despite how horrible the rogue was, she mustn't kill him, as it would break the Warrior Code that she sworn to follow ever since she was brought into YewClan as a kit. The rogue staggered to his paws, and looked at Mistleheart and Ravenpaw with fear in his eyes. With a hiss, the rogue fled the battlefield, looking terrified of the Clan cats. Mistleheart deemed her apprentice Ravenpaw safe, so she walked away from him to check up how Drizzlemimic was doing. Little did she know, Mistleheart made a huge mistake. Drizzlemimic was fighting a gray specked tom, his injured hind leg not bothering him as he fought. As Mistleheart threw herself at the rogue, she heard a cry of terror coming from her apprentice, Ravenpaw! After Mistleheart pinned the speckled gray tom down, Mistleheart let go, rushing to save his apprentice to whichever rogue that was attacking him. However Mistleheart froze at the scene with terror! A dark gray tabby tom had grabbed her apprentice by his throat! Horror has frozen the fluffy white she-cat in place as she watched in horror as the rogue killed Ravenpaw! As his lifeless body dropped to the ground, Mistleheart thought she was living through a nightmare! NO! NO! NO! RAVENPAW!!! She wailed in the inside, as fury against the rogues took over her body. Then... Mistleheart saw her daughter Icepaw's lifeless body being carried by the deputy, Heavy! Her heterochromia eyes were clouded! "NOOO!!!! NOOOO!!!! NOOO!!!! ICEPAAWWWWW!!!! MY BABY!!!!" Her horror turned into rage against the horrible horrible rogues! Mistleheart wasn't thinking as she spotted the dark gray tabby tom who killed Ravenpaw, and sunk her teeth into his neck, her yellow eyes' pupils slit like a snake. With fury, Mistleheart has broken the Warrior Code, killing the dark gray tabby tom. He stopped moving under her jaw and went limp! As Mistleheart dropped his body, she glared around her. Drizzlemimic was furiously fighting against a black tabby tom, slashing at his tail with fury! He clearly knew the two apprentices were dead! Mistleheart was outraged over her apprentice and daughter's deaths in the claws of the rogues, and went on a killing spree! She killed two more rogues, their lifeless bodies dropping below her white muzzle. Mistleheart could taste the blood in her mouth from killing the rogues. Looking towards her, Mistleheart spotted the former rogue, Hopbramble ordering her son, Dawnshade to kill the leader of the rogues, Saffron! The half-black and ginger tom reluctantly went for his throat, finally ending his threat once and for all! YewClan was saved! The Clan cats made through the war! But as Mistleheart finally let go of her fury, her stomach lurched with horror when she realized what she did, staring at the bodies of the rogues she has viscously killed... She has broken the Warrior Code! The code that she sworn to follow ever since she was a kit! As she stared into the dead rogues terrified expressions, she felt the horror of the supposed crimes she did that she tried SOO hard to avoid... Would StarClan be furious at her for ending their lives in a fit of rage?! She gulped. Mistleheart hoped none of her Clanmates saw her kill the rogues. Then the horror over her apprentice and her daughters' deaths came back to Mistleheart. The fluffy white warrior wailed to the sky. HER APPRENTICE AND DAUGHTER ARE DEAD!!! How could life EVER be the same again without them! The battle was over... but there was still a battle occurring in Mistleheart's head, the battle of fighting the horror that her apprentice and daughter was dead, and the fact the fact she broke the Warrior Code! There was a voice behind Mistlelheart. The white and gray-furred she-cat turned around and saw the deputy, Heavy pad up to her. Mistleheart's heart jolted... Did Heavy see her kill those three rogues?! No... Heavy clearly looked heartbroken, not furious at her! Mistleheart came up to her and nuzzle the deputy. She asked Mistleheart to carry the bodies of the dead back to camp. Her heart panged with grief as she stared at the bodies of the deceased Clan cats; her apprentice, Ravenpaw, her beloved daughter, Icepaw, and the body of Whorldusk... the last remaining kit of the former leader Bubblingheart was dead! "No!" Mistleheart thought with horror. Mistleheart decided that the burden of carrying her apprentice, Ravenpaw, and her daughter, Icepaw was too much for her, so instead she carried back the bloodied body of Whorldusk. The blood on his ginger pelt made him look red. Mistleheart and Heavy were both mothers who lost kin in the fight! Heavy lost her grandson Ravenpaw, while Mistleheart lost her beloved daughter Icepaw! Returning back to camp in the middle of the day, Mistleheart gently placed Whorldusk's body in the middle of the clearing, while Heavy placed Icepaw and Ravenpaws' bodies beside Whorldusk. Mistleheart felt as she was living through a nightmare, losing not only her son Gustkit to the terrible rogues, but also her daughter Icepaw in the raid! Two of four of Mistleheart's kits have been lost to StarClan! She cursed at her ancestors for taking their lives when they should've lived. No mother deserved to bury her own kits! That night, Mistleheart was crying very hard as her apprentice, Ravenpaw was named a warrior in death at his vigil. He was given the name Ravenwhistle, and honored for his brave spirit! She felt no joy when Ravenpaw's living brother, Seedpaw was named a warrior afterwards. He was given the name, Seedflower, and is honored for his bravery. But how could Mistleheart be happy that a new warrior was named, and the war was finally over when two of her four kits were dead from the terrible claws of the rogues?!
OC: POOR POOR MISTLEHEART!!! She has lost two of her kits, and now only have two remaining! Also, she lost her apprentice, Ravenpaw!! 😭💔 |
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Post by Sand on Sept 17, 2024 18:42:31 GMT -5
![]() Monarchlightning : - the raid & all the pips from it
Monarchlightning had been preparing constantly to be Heavy’s aide for the war. At dawn, she practiced running from tree to tree in the forest, pretending they were her clanmates. She could only hope the war would end in success, not peril.
When the time had finally come, she was assigned to be with the deputy as expected. Nerves originally filled her stomach but it was a fleeting feeling. She kept her bright blue gaze peeled for any signs of help from any of her clanmates.
Injured cats flowed her way, one by one. The dark grey tabby escorted them away from the battlefield and to Shadepatch. A good amount of time went by as Monarchlightning waited with the other reinforcements until she heard an ear shattering yowl— Was that… Wrenpaw or Icepaw? No. It was both apprentices, stuck with a massive rogue. One too big for them to take on together. They were doomed, there was no way both apprentices would survive without an intervention. She darted over to them, noticing the ginger rogue as he delivered the last blow to Icepaw. She was too late, by a mere second to save Icepaw. Her heart sank into her throat, too shocked to say anything. Monarchlightning’s gaze turned to the massive tom’s hissing at him with bared fangs and a deep, sharp glare. Heavy’s swat distracted the rogue and she swooped in to escort Wrenpaw away from the battlefield while Heavy pulled Icepaw by her scruff.
Inside, the dark grey tabby knew that the young apprentice was gone. Wrenpaw’s hisses, howls, and stutters filled the air as Monarchlightning tried to comfort the grey and white molly. “Wrenpaw… let’s get you cleaned up,” she told the young cat soothingly. Seeing the way Icepaw had died before her sister was infuriating, shocking. It was a lot of emotions at once, but she needed to keep going— they all needed to. “Look at me, Wrenpaw, you did everything you could to save Icepaw. It’s not your fault, I can tell you that. You fought bravely like a warrior.” Her throat grew dry with grief and agony as her blue eyes threatened to burst into tears. Monarchlightning swallowed her sorrow, looking Wrenpaw in the eyes. “She walks with StarClan, where she can’t be hurt by any despicable rogue.”
At least Wrenpaw is safe, but at what cost? the young warrior thought wistfully, not long after herding the apprentice back to safety. She kept her eyes peeled, hoping that no other cats would need her assistance in carrying another body. One was enough— no, one loss was too much. Even the sight of other lifeless bodies was becoming more and more disturbing. Ravenpaw, Whorldusk, Icepaw… they were all dead. But they fought bravely for their clan, giving every last bit of their loyalty to YewClan. While she watched Dawnshade, Hopbramble, and Dapplestar kill Saffron, she felt a small amount of relief leave her shoulders. Her mother was a strong, loyal molly and Monarchlightning couldn’t be any prouder.
As the battle came to a halt, she saw that Pondspeckle was injured. He had fought alongside Wrenpaw, Seedbark, Puddlefog and Hazelpelt, all who survived. The dark molly sprinted over to him before pointing at her shoulder with her thin tail. “Lean on me, Pondspeckle. It’s easier,” she instructed him. She then led them back to camp in silence.
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Post by Sand on Sept 17, 2024 18:46:33 GMT -5
 Spottedfur : - in camp for the raid & all pips
While the raid was raging on, Spottedfur paced back and forth in camp. Although they had the protection of Slatefoot, Petaltree and Amberrise, he couldn’t sit still. He was still grieving over Cinderdapple’s death, one that was unexpected yet dutiful to her apprentice and clan.
As the sunset dipped into the horizon, the fighting cats of YewClan returned. With them, they brought the lifeless bodies of Whorldusk, Ravenwhistle and Icepaw. His silver gaze lingered over each feline’s soul but particularly Icepaw’s. Thankfully each cat had been prepared for their burial, but he couldn’t help but think of their futures. They were gone within an instant though Icepaw’s future stuck out. He wished he could have seen the promising apprentice’s warrior ceremony. He was sure she would’ve made an excellent warrior and that made it even more tragic.
Spottedfur glanced at Whorldusk, who had fought alongside Dawnshade until Saffron killed him quickly. Though it sounded instantaneous, the grey elder shook his head in irritation. Why hadn’t Whorldusk fought back more? Did he give up so easily because Saffron was a stronger opponent? Whatever the reason was, he was annoyed— annoyed that his clanmate didn’t fight back more, and pained that so many young cats had died tragic deaths.
But that’s what being a warrior entailed, being as loyal as one could be to fight and die for their clan.
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Post by jaybun! on Sept 17, 2024 19:31:25 GMT -5
 MYRTLESPROUT
The raid. - greatly respects Monarchlightning's competence - is injured
Myrtlesprout watched as the rogue camp she'd been so kindly trapped in devolved into chaos. Satisfaction welled in her chest, a weight lifting from her shoulders as the fleapelts scrambled to make their counter-attack. It was over! Finally over, and she wouldn't see Saffron's ugly face again. The scruffy black and white tabby only wished she could be the one to send the foxheart off herself.
Reinforcement wasn't too bad either, she supposed. Batting off the occasional rogue who got too close to their back-line was fairly easy. Myrtlesprout doubted the idea of triage ever occurred to a cat as thick-headed as Saffron. Why waste time healing when you could just send battered up fighters to their deaths? The molly bit back a snort, turning to glance over Shadepatch and Heavy's work. It really was quite impressive, wasn't it? Especially that Monarchlightning. She'd never seen a cat that young work so hard!
A familiar yowl caught her attention. She wasn't familiar enough with the clan yet to pick out who exactly, but it seemed Heavy and Shadepatch could. Myrtlesprout nodded at a tail flick from the deputy, sparing a moment for a quick stretch before heading off toward the noise. She supposed she could help out a little more. It would only be fair for all of YewClan's efforts so far.
The black and white molly weaved between a scuffle, catching sight of a spotted gray pelt she recognized. Whisperingheart, if he recalled correctly. Myrtlesprout clicked her tongue when she caught a look at the warrior's opponent. She couldn't blame her for having trouble with that rogue in particular. The pale old tom was as experienced as he was under-handed. That Whisperingheart managed to make a dent through all that matted fur alone was impressive.
Tail waving, she crouched, waiting a moment for a break in the brawl. Opening spotted, Myrtlesprout leapt forward into the old rogue's side; hissing gleefully as he stumbled underneath her weight. Whisperingheart was quick to join her, and they got a few good hits in before he managed to recover. Maybe a little too recovered. Myrtlesprout spat a curse under her breath as the rogue feinted around her, aiming for Whisperingheart's vulnerable throat. A growl reverberating through her chest, the black and white tabby shot forward to intercept; screeching as the old tom's claws hooked into the skin of her flank and pulled.
She saw red, whipping around on the tom despite the pain. Together, Whisperingheart and Myrtlesprout tore into the rogue's hide just as, if not worse, than he gave. When he took off howling, she dipped her head to the young warrior; and began her hobble back to the reserve line. Skies, that hurt! This better be worth it! |
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Post by Dew on Sept 17, 2024 19:36:31 GMT -5
Lightpaw Rogue Battle (TW: Violence, Blood) || with Hazelpelt, Dizzlemimic, Hayfeather, Heavy, Wrenpaw Lightpaw wasn't afraid to fight. This was her chance to avenge the deaths of Gustkit, Frozenlaurel, and Cinderdapple. The rogues would pay for what they had done to Yewclan, for what they had done to her close ones. She had been training hard, and Lightpaw knew that she would be able to fight. She knew how the rogues fought, having watched them herself, and even though she hadn't wanted to, Lightpaw had replayed that patrol in her mind over and over again. It made her stronger and she got an idea of how the rogues slashed and killed.
Her job was to stay by her mentor in the battle, as were all the other apprentices. She was starting the fight. She was not a renforcement, no. She was a front-line battler. Lightpaw's claws curled forward.
"We'll get through this together, alright?" Lightpaw just nodded.
It seemed every cat in Yewclan exhaled, then ascended into the fight. The fog was thick, but that would be a disadvantage for all cats, not just for the rogues or for Yewclan. Her clan. Yewclan. We will win. I will avenge Cinderdapple's death.
Right on the outskirts of the battle they ran into a younger rogue, Hazelpelt quickly sending the tom away before Lightpaw could claw his side. Then they dived into the thick of the battle.
There were cats everywhere, some rogues, some Yewclan. The scent of blood was almost overwhelming, but Lightpaw shut down her senses, other than her sight. It seemed the rest of the battle faded away, leaving just Hazelpelt and the cats around them. Running into another rogues, Lightpaw made sure to pounce in the she-cats back, digging her claws in and closing her jaw around her ear. The cat yelped and almost rolled over before she spotted Hazelpelt, who with a few slashes to the face and next, sent them running, Lightpaw jumping off the brown molly's back.
They continued to fight, but a costly moment of hesitation had caused Hazelpelt to also receive a killing blow. Lightpaw slashed the rogue she was fighting one last time before she sent them running, turning to watch as Dapplestar leaped out of nowhere to send the rogue running. Lightpaw gaped in awe. Last moon she had been thinking Dapplestar was a coward, but here and now Lightpaw could see she had been wrong, in so many ways.
Blinking, Lightpaw scanned the crowd. Who to fight next? But it wasn't a direction that was next out of Hazelpelt's mouth, but an order to retreat. Just her, to leave the battle. Her mentor's tail was pointing to an area she couldn't see yet, but she just nodded. It was now she noticed that she was feeling tired, her bones aching for her to stop.
Quickly making her way through the battle and out, Lightpaw found the triage station in record time, making her way over to Heavy, Shadepatch, Monarchlightning, Hayfeather and a few more warriors who had been injured and had to get escorted off the battlegrounds. Then she saw them. Wrenpaw, who was sitting next to... Icepaw.
"Icepaw!" Lightpaw wailed, running over to where her sister was laying. She's dead. "But-but!" Lightpaw's walls came crashing down. Cinderdapple's death replayed, but more brutal. Lightpaw winced, watching her mentor's body fall to the ground before she was back in Yewclan's camp, this time a small kit, watching Gustkit eat the rabbit, then when he started to cough, complain, then his body in the clearing, alongside Frozenlaurel's. Icepaw is with them now. Of I wasn't there to save her. Of course.
Lightpaw turned back to the battle, where they had a clear vantage point. She stood beside Heavy and watched as Hayfeather was sent in to help Drizzlemimic and Mistleheart with the rogues that had just killed Ravenpaw. Another slash to the heart. She had shared a den with Ravenpaw, had patrolled with Ravenpaw. Lightpaw would never do that again.
Hayfeather was in trouble, as well as Drizzlemimic. Hayfeather had gotten a nasty bite, and they were at the mercy of the rogues around them. Heavy told her to head in and make sure they got to safety. Bracing herself, Lightpaw leaped into the battle, quickly making her way to where she had last spotted the pair of mates.
There! Leaping on one of the last rogues back, she bit into his neck, jumping off and clawing at his side, making the tom spin and run. "You two, let's go! I need to get you two to safety. Lean on me." Trying to support the two toms weight on her shoulders, it was a miricle that they weren't killed as she was trying to get them to Shadepatch, but Lightpaw made it, making it over to Wrenpaw, and the watched the battle end together. Yewclan had won, but it was bittersweet. Icepaw, Ravenpaw. Lightpaw choked out a sob.
Now they were leaving, Mistleheart helping Heavy carry the bodies of Whorldusk, Icepaw, and Ravenpaw back to camp. Lightpaw helped Drizzlemimic and Hayfeather again, mustering up the last of her strength to get them back to the medicine den. Hopefully they will survive these wounds, they aren't too major.
Then she sat down at Icepaw's corpse. She listened as Ravenpaw was named Ravenwhistle in death, and Seedpaw was named Seedflower, but he had not died. Staring down at Icepaw's corpse, Lightpaw sobbed again, and this time let the tears flow. She would keep going, but for tonight, one night, she would mourn the deaths off all the cats she had cared for. Gustkit, Frozenlaurel, Cinderdapple, Icepaw. I cry for you.  [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by Dew on Sept 17, 2024 20:44:52 GMT -5
Scarletdrift Helps Ravenpaw with a few moves before the battle & Gives Dawnshade a headbutt as congratulations || with Ravenwhistle, Dawnshade
Yewclan was finally going to battle the rogues. It was about time, the rogues had been going after Yewclan since Hopbramble had joined with her five kits, and they were full warriors now! If he was leader of Yewclan, the rogues would have been dealt with already, even if he had lost a few lives himself doing so.
Scanning the group of cats that were leaving, Scarletdrift locked eyes with one cat in particular, Ravenpaw. His brother had been killed by Flax when the foxheart had poisoned their prey, killing four of their cats, but Ravenpaw was almost a warrior, and was sure to earn his name after the battle. Beckoning the older apprentice toward him, Scarletdrift rose to his paws.
"Ready for the battle Ravenpaw?" Scarletdrift asked, wistfully glancing towards the camp entrance. He and Spottedfur hadn't left a lot since the accident, and they had always gone out together just in case of emergency (not that he was afraid he was going to get hurt, he was just looking out for Spottedfur is all!). Scarletdrift wished he could go out and fight for the clan, but Dapplestar wouldn't allow them, plaining stating that he was 'too old' and wouldn't be much use in a fight. At least I can respect the honesty.
Back to Ravenpaw, the tom shrugged. Scarletdrift nodded his head. "Well then, why don't we make sure your ready. It's been a while since I've been able to practice my battle moves anyways, need to keep them up just in case!"
Grinning, Scarletdrift and Ravenpaw went over the belly rake, forepaw slash, and teeth grip, ones that he had been taught in his apprenticeship and had mastered over his own moons as a warrior. "You'll do great Ravenpaw. Bring me back some rogue fur!" The white-and-ginger elder mewed as the apprentice made his way back to the battle party, joining Seedpaw right before they left camp.
The only warriors that stayed behind were Slatefoot and Amberrise, who had stayed to protect him and Spottedfur (they didn't need protecting, those two warriors should be with their clanmates!) and Petaltree, who was in the medicine den with Flashspeckle recovering from a broken bone. I won't forgot how she saved Puddlefog from that fate. Now he gets to fight for his clan to defeat those nasty rogues!
The battle was over. Scarletdrift could tell because he smelled them, the scent of blood and death almost overpowering, but Yewclan there still. The warriors came in first, Hopbramble, Seedpaw, Wrenpaw, Puddlefog (thank goodness, not that Scarletdrift was worried) Hazelpelt, then cats with injuries who needed to be helped back to camp. Lightpaw was helping both Hayfeather and Dizzlemimic to the medicine den, her eyes tired but determined. Then came the dead. Whorldusk was first, being carried by Mistleheart. Scarletdrift's heart almost broke. That was Bubblingheart's last kit.
Next came Heavy with two apprentices, Icepaw and Ravenpaw. Scarletdrift sighed. Young cats, both of them. They shouldn't have died. I bet they wouldn't have, if I was there.
Making his way to the large mass of cats, Scarletdrift couldn't help but smile. It was bittersweet, yes, but they had won! He heard from some cat that Dawnshade had been the one to kill the rogue leader, Saffron, and he made his way over to the tortie tom. "Great job Dawnshade, you saved the clan." The mostly white tom reared up and butt his head against the young warriors, swishing his tail and making his way back to Spottedfur and the elders den. That was where the two watched the warrior ceremonies of both Seedpaw and Ravenpaw, then where they sat for the vigil of their fallen. [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by cometchaos on Sept 18, 2024 12:07:31 GMT -5
 Shadepatch--Herb Gathering with Puddlelaurel and Monarchlightning-Shadepatch was getting ready to go gathering herbs. She had gathered Puddlelaurel and Monarchlightning to help gather tansy, a herb that would be needed to treat any battle wounds that happened in the attack against the rogues. As she and her two helpers began to leave camp, she was called back to camp. She would have to make do with what herbs she had at the moment.
[[ OOC: Will put up the Rogue Battle eventually, but wanted to at least put this up  ]] |
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Sept 18, 2024 13:45:35 GMT -5
 Dawnshade- War with the rogues One foot in front of the other, Dawnshade thought while approaching the rogues’ camp. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Ironically, it was right before dawn. A couple of days ago he would have been fine with fighting the rogues, but something about actually being there, marching towards battle… it was unnerving. Amberrise stayed behind, but Dawnshade still stayed close to his family. He wondered how his siblings were feeling in this moment. They never had as much interest in their father’s origin as he did, but Dawnshade knew the significance of this to him. He was going to avenge his father. I’m going to be alright… We’re.. going to be alright. Adrenaline rushed through his whole body as he went alert of his surroundings. Flurries of fur and claws erupted on either side, making it hard to tell apart friend from fow at a distance. In the madness, he found himself face to face with Whorldusk… a cat who previously was for kicking his mother from the clan. But at the end of the day, they were both YewClan, and they would fight together. "Dawnshade, let’s chase away these crowfood-eating mange-pelts!” Whorldusk said. “Let’s make sure they never dare to enter out territory again!” With a nod of agreement, the two charged towards a rogue. Dawnshade distracted him with a bite to the shoulder while Whorldusk flipped him over and got some good rakes on his belly, sending him packing. “Good teamwork!” Dawnshade exclaimed to the ginger warrior. Before he could respond, a huge cream warrior appeared from the bushes, a furious look on his face. No doubt, this was Saffron. "You two! How DARE you chase away Nyx!" growled the rogue leader. Dawnshade got into a fighting stance. He was ready for this! He was ready to take him on. But… no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t muster up the courage to attack. Saffron had an intimidating aura, complimented by his ice cold eyes. The cream tom eyed his targets before choosing Whorldusk. He chased after him as Whorldusk ran for his life. Dawnshade wanted to take the opportunity to pounce… but fear got the better of him. “Whorldusk!” The tom tortoiseshell ran to save his clan mate, but Saffron was too quick. The ginger tom screamed in terror as Saffron went for the killing blow. “WHORLDUSK!” He yelled once again. Dawnshade tried to jump on the rogue, but the larger fighter just threw him off, letting him roll on the floor. ”Pathetic. It’s like they don’t even teach you how to fight in that good for nothing ‘clan’ of yours.” Saffron monologued with blood soaked muzzle and paws, getting up to walk towards Dawnshade. The two toned warrior backed away, trembling in fear, but trying not to show it. “I don’t suppose you will be more of a challenge. You couldn’t even save your friend there.” He was right. Whorldusk died because Dawnshade couldn’t save him. It’s my fault… Saffron kept slowly walking towards him, toying with him no doubt. What kind of a sick, twisted monster relishes off of fear like this?! A wide smile appeared on Saffron’s face. “Now that I think about it, half of you looks like someone I'd love to rip apart...” Dawnshade stopped retreating. Hopbramble. No doubt she was the cat Saffron wanted to kill more than anyone. The same he shared half of his fur color with. The same cat who raised him and meant everything to him. He wouldn’t back down now. It’s what what Hopbramble would want him to do. And he promised he would be by her side. “What’s gotten into you now?” Saffron laughed. “A sudden surge of courage?” Dawnshade’s eyed narrowed in determination as he stared into Saffron’s eyes. “I’m not afraid of you!” Saffron just chuckled. “Then you will die braver than most.” Saffron pounced on Dawnshade and bit his shoulder while scratching up his face. Blood spewed out of him as he tried to attack the rogue leader back. But he was too large. Too strong. This is it. Dawnshade was about to die. He thought about StarClan and if we would even be joining them. “Don’t touch him!” A familiar voice yelling interrupted his train of thought. Hopbramble! She would save him! He’s not going to die today! His mother dogged her claws into the vile opponent, as she was joined by Dapplestar. Saffron turned his gaze to to the tortoiseshell and began to focus his attacks on her. Dawnshade immediately got back on his feat and together with Dapplestar started to claw at Saffron’s belly and pull him off. Dawnshade bit his tail, the pain distracting Saffron enough for Hopbramble to escape his grasp. Dappestar and Hopbramble rolled and managed to pin Saffron down to the ground. He was struggling, spitting and claw at them, but they weren’t responding to his attacks. “Dawnshade, now!” Hopbramble yowled. Dawnshade froze. He knew what she wanted from him. To kill Saffron. This was the cat that had caused so much suffering, not just to him, but to so many others as well. The cat that had orchestrated the murders of so many of his clan mates. But how could he muster up the courage to take a life? “I SAID NOW!” Dawnshade couldn’t hesitate any longer. Justice must be done. He remembered the killing blow Saffron took Whorldusk out with. A swift bite to the neck. That would do it. Mimicking his enemy’s own move, Dawnshade leapt forward and bit Saffron in his weak spot. Blood gushed out as his teeth sank in. The cream tom had one final scream of pain, one final twitch, and then died. Dawnshade looked down at his lifeless, bloodied body, and then looked at his own. So many thoughts swirled through his brain. I did it! I killed Saffron! I broke the Warrior Code… I ended the war! I took a life… I delivered justice. I killed a cat… I avenged my friends! I used the same move as Saffron, for the same purpose. Does that make me any better than him? He took another look at his left paw, realizing how shockingly similar it looked to Saffron while soaked in blood. He started to breathe rapidly as he backed away from the body. He sat down, trying his best not to faint. The shock… The anger… The panic… The regret… The.. pride? It was all rushing through him life a merciless river. He didn’t know how to feel in the moment. After a few seconds he leaned onto Hopbramble, and took in a deep breath. No, Saffron took the lives of so many others. If I didn’t kill him now, so many more would have died. I did what had to be done. Taking one final look around, he sees Flax running away. He’s not worth it. One life taken is enough for… a lifetime. With Saffron dead, most of the other rogues retreated. The battle was over. He turned around to his mother to give her one final look, then turned to walk back to camp with Whisperingheart. Tagging lemonshortbread Sapphirejas |
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Post by tigersdoroar on Sept 18, 2024 18:27:49 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ * Spots Flowerclan queens in the Rushingcreek with their kits while on patrol with Dawnshade and Seedpaw
* Argues with Seedpaw about something trivialWell into a particularly foggy and humid leaf-fall day, Amberrise began to tire as he trotted along with Dawnshade and Seedpaw, checking the borders that fell between Yewclan and Flowerclan. "We should stop for a quick rest and some water," he meowed, motioning to the Rushing Creek. Without waiting for a response, he stepped forward and lowered his head, lapping up all the water that he needed to quench his thirst. He finished with a loud sigh, and looked around when he noticed that his clanmates had not joined him. Rather, they were looking down the creek at a different group of cats.
"Flowerclan!" Amberrise hissed, hackles raised. He narrowed his eyes and made out two queens, playfully splashing in the water with their kits. "They don't seem like a threat, but wow. We certainly have enough problems already, but now we have to deal with Flowerclan abusing the scent line? I mean how many cats are there over spalshing in the fog?"
Amberrise huffed as Seedpaw suggested seven. "It's clearly 9! But either way, that's too many cats! We should remind them where they belong!"
It was Dawnshade who talked the dark tortoiseshell down. Attacking would be silly, and logically, every Yewclan warrior needed to save their energy for the upcoming raid on the rogues. The raid that made Amberrise feel, uncertain. He wanted to take part and avenge his fallen clanmates, but he still wasn't sure his living clanmates trusted him or his kin. Could he defend cats that had turned on his mother? He pondered as the group walked back two camp.
* Is chosen to stay back and defend camp and the elders
* Is worried he's made the wrong choice
Two days later, Amberrise was chosen to stay back and defend the camp and elders as the rest of his clanmates took on the rogues. As Dapplestar made the announcement, Amberrise fought the urge to argue. He wanted to fight with his clan and alongside his kin. He wanted to defend his mother and help her defeat the rogues that had been troubling her and the clan for so long. He wanted to run with Monarchlightning, match blows with Dawnshade, and support Whisperingheart. He glanced at his sister with worried eyes as she brushed her gray pelt along his. Would she be okay without him? Would they be okay without him?
The young tom glanced around camp at the others who would be staying behind. First, his eyes found the elders Scarletdrift and Spottedfur, and he let his piercing amber gaze linger on the gray tom who had verbally attacked his mother last moon. I should be out helping my siblings, not defending that fox-heart! Amberrise thought, tense. However, his gaze soon settled on Petaltree and softened. Petaltree was likely the one of his siblings he interacted with the least, and with a broken leg, she would need someone to protect her if the camp was thrown into battle. I can help my family from home. Petaltree needs me. I can be there for her. Hopbramble would want that, surely?
As the clan was called to leave, Amberrise returned Whisperingheart's tail squeeze with a quick lick to the forehead. "Good luck," he whispered. Jumping up, he kept pace with his siblings as they padded towards the camp entrance and called out quickly before they vanished, "Keep each other safe!" He avoided eye contact with Hopbramble, however. He knew she had wanted him to protect Petaltree in the past, but was conceding to guard duty the right choice in her eyes now? He hoped she wouldn't be to upset at him missing out in the fight.
Finally, he returned Hazelpelt's goodbye, and then padded over to Petaltree. They would wait the battle out together.
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chocolatemilk7 (Dawnshade) Dew (Whisperingheart/Scarletdrift) Sand (Monarchlightning/Spottedfur) Feathertalon (Seedpaw) grimmreminder (Petaltree) lemonshortbread (Hopbramble) jaybun! (Hazelpelt)
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Post by lemonshortbread on Sept 18, 2024 19:21:24 GMT -5
 Hopbramble
PlumClan Border | w/ Heavy, Whisperingheart Feathertalon Dew
Lost apprentice on border patrol
An indescribable weight had been lifted from Hopbramble's shoulders since the death of Saffron. She was back to being probably the most dangerous thing in this forest besides a hungry badger maybe, and that's how she knew the world felt right. Being chased for moons, for seasons would take a toll on any cat. The fact that YewClan believed so highly in her and did not remove her from the clan but killed and sent her attackers far beyond the formerly treacherous northern border. She wanted to say it was business as usual, but this was her first time living in relative peace. The dark molly thanked whoever was looking out for her kits during the raid. Mistleheart and Shadepatch lost a kit each, and she couldn't imagine their grief for their babies. They were both very young cats; it shows what sort of cats made up Saffron's group, the kind that went for the weak and young, the easy prey.
The fact that she got to patrol with one of her kits now was a reminder of that luck, and she enjoyed Heavy's company more than most, so this would be a rather enjoyable border patrol. Were her kits getting to the age where they were considering a mate and having their own? What would a typical clan cat do? What a typical cat do? Her icy eyes glanced at the calico deputy who led the way before them, pushing the ferns and undergrowth aside in her wake. She seemed hardly phased by all of the foliage, "You know, you should consider clearing more routes like this, Heavy. Maybe Whisperingheart wouldn't get so lost." She let out a mischievous mrrow, flicking her tail on her daughter's nose.
As they neared the pond that separated YewClan and PlumClan, a foreign scent hit her pink nose. There a flash of fur between the reeds, a young cat padding along the water's edge. Their steps were hesitant, unsure - they were probably lost. Not a rogue, but an intruder nonetheless. Everyone else seemed to notice it too, but Hopbramble launched herself through the reeds toward the scent, hoping surprise would be on their side. She stood face to face with the culprit - a PlumClan apprentice. Her black tabby and cinnamon hackles rose, eyes narrowed accusingly, "I know your nose clearly doesn't work but I would have thought you could see the massive pond that divides our territories."
The apprentice's eyes grew wide, their legs starting to shake, "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to-
Hopbramble grew more furious, she growled, taking a step towards the intruder, "You're sorry? Tell that to your mother and your mentor when I shred you for your negligence. Were you hoping we'd take pity on you? If you don't even know your own territory you shouldn't be out here on your own!" Hopbramble could feel the way her patrol mates shifted that they might be uncomfortable with her language but she didn't care. She was saving this careless apprentice's life by teaching it a lesson it'd never forget. "I don't know what PlumClan teaches its apprentices, but YewClan doesn't tolerate stupid, bumbling apprentices."
Tears began to fill the apprentice's eyes with her scathing words, they opened their mouth as if to say something but words escaped them. They looked to Heavy and Whisperingheart, as if either of them would intervene.
Hopbramble hissed, growing impatient and looming over the new apprentice, "Look at you - crying already. Pathetic. Get out! Don't you get it? Leave! And if your mentor can't teach you where borders are I will."
That seemed to be enough for the PlumClan apprentice, tears spilled down their cheeks and with a wail, they ran off, around the other side of the pond and into their territory. Hopbramble's tail lashed in frustration - what were these mentors teaching these apprentices? That they could roam on their own and that they would be safe? They won't make that mistake again." Hopbramble muttered, her tail flicking as if in dismissal of the scene that just played out.
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Post by Dew on Sept 18, 2024 20:49:40 GMT -5
Whisperingheart Wants to get to know Hazelpelt better & Border Patrol || with Heavy, Hopbramble, Blazepaw (Plumclan) The battle was over. Yewclan had won. All of Whisperingheart's siblings were safe. She exhaled. No longer would Yewclan be plagued with the rogues coming in and killing her clanmates or forcing loners like Myrtlesprout to join them. That really backfired on them though, didn't it? Whisperingheart couldn't stop thinking about the battle and the cats that had saved her or the cats she had fought with, and that included Myrtlesprout and Hazelepelt.Myrthesprout had saved her from a rogue twice her size, a rogue she would not have been able to fight on her own, taking a bite to the side for her. The black and white she-cat was now confined to the medicine den, as well as a few other warriors who had gotten injuries from the battle. As for Hazelpelt, Whisperingheart had been with her toward the end of the battle, fighting off a large tom who Wrenpaw had later confirmed killed Icepaw. Now Whisperingheart was patrolling the border with Heavy and her mother, Hopbramble. Not the rogue border, the Plumclan border. Plumclan cats seemed loose, like they would totally be okay of one of their cats broke a minor rule of the warrior code. Whisperingheart wasn't sure what to think of their neighboring clan, she hadn't spent enough time with any one of their warriors to be sure. Laughing off Hopbramble's joke, Whisperingheart smiled. "It was only a few times, and it wasn't like I was gone for long!" It was nice they could joke now without looking over their shoulder, worried the rogues would be ready to kill them at any moment. That was the only scenario where Whisperingheart had lost some of her confidence, and she was not willing to do it again. Without believing in herself she became a mess of nerves, and that just wasn't Whisperingheart!Seeing a flash of yellow fur on their side of the border, Whisperingheart paused and glanced again, seeing the cat for sure this time. It was an apprentice, a Plumclan apprentice, on their side of the border. She vaguely remembered the apprentice from a few gatherings ago when Fawnstar had introduced eight new apprentices, mostly because he had tried to hide his big body behind one of his smaller littermates. "I know your nose clearly doesn't work but I would have thought you could see the massive pond that divides our territories." Hopbramble shot toward the apprentice, and the tom forze, fear shining in his eyes. "I'm s-s-sorry.. I-I didn't mean to cross the border..!" The Plumclan apprentice looked close to tears as Hopbramble absolutely destroyed him with her harsh words, and by the time she was done, he was crying.
The apprentice then turned and ran back across the border, tears streaming from his eyes. "Don't you think that was a little bit harsh?" Whisperingheart asked, turning towards Hopbramble. "We don't want to fight Plumclan, especially at a time like this." Whisperingheart mewed at Hopbramble, but she had a feeling that it would go right over her mothers head. Whatever. Hopbramble is Hopbramble, and maybe that's what I like about her. [[ Whisperingheart and Blazepaw are on opposite sides of the number line ]] |
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Post by jaybun! on Sept 18, 2024 22:58:06 GMT -5
 HAZELPELT
Processing with Lightpaw and Wrenpaw. - mourns Whorldusk - x
Hazelpelt took a breath, looking up at the canopy of leaves above. The sight of their yellowing edges was all the confirmation any cat needed to see leaf-fall proper was well under way. Crisp, cool air stung at her throat as she scented the area, feeling at ease within YewClan's territory in a way she hadn't felt in seasons. Peace, hard won at last.
The cinnamon tabby swallowed thickly, glancing over her shoulder to check on Lightpaw and Wrenpaw. The two apprentices had fought bravely, but she worried. If Hazelpelt was struggling to reconcile their losses, how could they? Whorldusk's ginger pelt flashed in her mind, her first apprentice, Bubblingheart's only remaining kin. Guilt clawed at her heart. If only I'd fought harder, if only I'd been closer. If, if, if.
She mentally batted away her thoughts, turning to properly face the two young mollies. Hazelpelt tucked her tail around her paws as she sat down, eyes trailing away to land on the Great Pond; only some tail-lengths away. She searched for the right words, a magic phrase to ease the apprentice's hearts. Who am I kidding? Hazelpelt thought bitterly, if only it were that easy.
"You both did so well," she began softly, her focus settling on Wrenpaw in particular, "but I know it'll never feel like it was enough." Hazelpelt thought of Brightleaf and the wolverine, of Coppersplash and the cold. Of how all these moons away, each fatal moment still felt fresh, raw. How it ate her up that she hadn't been able to anything then, too.
"No matter how we feel, those we lost wouldn't want us to suffer," Hazelpelt willed certainty into her voice, stamping down the taunting voice that festered at the back of her mind, "Whorldusk, Ravenwhistle... Icepaw. They would want us to honor their sacrifice by enjoying what they fought for. What we've earned." Her tail flicked out, motioning to the forest around them. |
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Post by lemonshortbread on Sept 19, 2024 17:32:44 GMT -5
Hopbramble
BurdockClan Border | w/ Puddlefog asrise
Border patrol
Jealous of Lightpaw
Is glad it's over
Puddlefog - not Hopbramble's kit, but one she reared as she was the only nursing queen when he arrived to YewClan. She hadn't been particularly close with him. Taking on a 6th kit was overwhelming and she only had 2 moons left in the nursery. Since then, the two had not been particularly close - not in a normal mother-son fashion, anyway. No animosity existed though. In her eyes, even if he's a warrior now, he's still that little bundle of yellow fur that curled up to her belly while her other grown kits played with moss balls and sprinted circles around the camp. Even if at the time she hadn't been keen on taking on another kit to nurse...
This was the first time just the two of them patrolled together, and she was glad it wasn't a one-on-one patrol with a cat she couldn't stand. At least she was going on a patrol though, it seemed all of the apprentices were getting to go out more often. Lightpaw especially. It was hard to not be jealous, Hopbramble hated sitting in camp, but maybe Lightpaw was asking her mentor to go out more often. The young molly seemed changed since the fateful days her mentor and siblings died. "I may not be your father, or your mother even, but I am proud of you for coming so far." She mewed, glancing at the yellow tom with a warm smile as they made their way along the BurdockClan border, checking for signs of anything out of place. "How do you feel, being a warrior now?" She asked, keeping her eyes focused on the path ahead this time.
Their paths began to cross with BurdockClan's rival patrol. Initially, Hopbramble could feel her heat beat faster in anticipation of a fight, but while she eyed them warily, both patrols simply nodded and did nothing more. Surely they must be wary of tipping off YewClan patrols since they had learned of the raid on the rogues. Leaf-fall was much more enjoyable now that there was no need to keep looking over her shoulder. She still did out of habit, but at least this time there was no one there.
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Post by Sand on Sept 20, 2024 12:40:01 GMT -5
 Spottedfur : - feels his bones creak as he walks
- appreciates Myrtlesprout's humor
- said he'd help Flashspeckle, but ended up flaking out
As Spottedfur was still grief stricken from Cinderdapple's death, he often tried to find things to distract him. However, he wasn't moving around much around camp as he would feel his bones creak with each step. It was as if the bones were grinding against each other with agony, leaving the elder to take several breaks from his diversions. Yet he noticed that Myrtlesprout, one of the loners who joined YewClan recently, had a good sense of humor. Her jokes were something he had come to appreciate and he was grateful that some cat was funny.
With overcast skies hovering above, Spottedfur made his way to the elder's den. He was exhausted and thought he deserved a nap. Yet the silver speckled tom had forgotten something very important, an offer he owed to Flashspeckle. He was going to organize herbs with the young medicine cat but had completely forgotten about it– well, not really. He remembered it now after reaching his nest as he tumbled into it, his bones creaking on the way down. Eh, Flashspeckle can wait a few hours, can't he? It's not like it takes forever to organize some herbs, Spottedfur thought, his silver eyes glassy with fatigue. He lay comfortably in his nest, dozing off to the sound of his own snores.
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Post by Sand on Sept 20, 2024 14:04:17 GMT -5
 Monarchlightning : - sour smell patrol with Heavy & Wrenpaw
- is greatly impressed by Slatefoot's competence as a warrior
Monarchlightning followed the patrol leader, that being Heavy, as the overcast skies settled in. Wrenpaw was now her apprentice which felt surreal to the dark grey tabby since Pondspeckle was her former mentor. Since he was still in shock and recovering from a sprain, Monarchlightning was filling in for his mentor duties.
Although it had only been one moon since the raid with the rogues, it seemed that YewClan had found some peace. The vicious outsiders were no longer terrorizing them and had left the territory in a hurry. Surely they wouldn't return, not after the death of Saffron, their leader, and the many injuries among the rogues and YewClan. Monarchlightning ambled along, her blue gaze lingering over Wrenpaw before she slowed down. A sour, foul scent filled her nostrils immediately. The dark molly turned her head towards the border, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "There's a sour scent coming from the border," she meowed to Heavy and Wrenpaw before trotting over to the border which they had shared with the rogues. She expected her clanmates to follow.
Once they reached the border, the putrid smell intensified and Monarchlightning knew what it was from her experiences during the raid. It smelled strongly like an infected wound. She held her breath as she padded over to the pale furred cat, who was lying lifelessly along the border. Claw wounds covered the rogue's body from their neck to their stomach. She wondered if the pale rogue had tried to ask YewClan for help. Maybe they were too weak to do so? Monarchlightning shrugged, turning to look over her shoulder at Heavy and Wrenpaw. "It's a dead rogue with a lot of claw wounds. I think their wounds were infected– at least that would explain the smell," she meowed to her patrolmates nonchalantly. Her gaze returned to the rogue's decaying body. "There's nothing we can do for them now."
Her mind easily drifted back to the day of the raid with the rogues. She could remember Slatefoot's competence that day even though she had to stay in camp and protect the elders. Slatefoot was a warrior that Monarchlightning looked up to, much like her Hopbramble. Her capabilities were remarkable to the dark grey tabby. Maybe she would become a deputy just like her mother one day, she certainly seemed to be a good fit for it.
"Heavy, should we head back to camp?" Monarchlightning asked, her gaze meeting the deputy's. "This rogue is dead and there's no sign of any others either."
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 20, 2024 19:41:27 GMT -5
Heavy »
dead rogue with monarchlightning - Sand
& wrenpaw - polarized
helped wrenpaw clean the apprentices' den
YewClan was finally at peace.
Seasons had gone by since the rogues had first appeared on the outskirts of their borders, a lone mother with newborn kits asking for sanctuary. Now those kits had grown into adults, the five of them powerful warriors that had grown up with YewClan and had served their Clan well in the battle. Even their mother had proven herself a competent, loyal warrior. Only a fool would question Hopbramble’s place in the Clan now. She had been one of the three to slay the threat that was Saffron, the tom who had once been her mate and the father of her kits. Heavy could only imagine the turmoil that had come from that.
She shivered, prepared to blame it on the chilly winds on this overcast day. If she were in Hopbramble’s paws, if Stemriver had ever been a threat to YewClan, would she have the heart to kill him?
Heavy didn’t want to answer that question, let alone ponder it.
A sour stench wafting through the breeze grabbed the aging molly’s attention. Her ears perked as as she parted her jaws, drawing in a deep breath of the air. Bitter and tangy, rotting and decaying. Heavy knew that scent. And Monarchlightning had confirmed it.
Following the tabby she had appointed as her runner for the war, Heavy padded alongside Wrenpaw, keeping a subtle eye on the young apprentice. Heavy had already spent some time with the young ‘paw by helping her clean the apprentices’ den before they headed out on patrol. It had come as no surprise to Heavy that the silver and white tabby was having a hard time after the battle - she had lost a littermate after all - but it was relieving to see that the molly was so willing to continue with her training. Many warriors would have succumbed to their grief had they lost a littermate in a tragic war.
There, just a few pawsteps away on the other side of the border, lay a deceased rogue, its pale fur riddled with wounds that had soured with infection and death. Heavy’s lips curled. Had this rogue run back to Clan borders in search of help? … Or perhaps had their brain been so riddled with bees they had tried to take revenge in their dying moments? Either way YewClan now had a corpse on their border, and rogue or not, Heavy didn't like the idea of letting the cat just lay there and decompose.
At Monarchlightning’s question she shook her head. ”They may have been our enemy, but letting a corpse rot on our border will draw in predators we don’t want to deal with.” For a brief moment Heavy thought back to Brightleaf, how she had been taken away from Heavy and YewClan far too early due to the claws of a wolverine. The deputy’s pelt ruffled. The last thing she wanted was for another predator to come sniffing around and bothering her Clanmates. ”Let’s bury them first. Then we’ll head back to camp.” Between the three of them it wouldn’t take long to dig a hole and place the body inside. Heavy glanced back toward the dead rogue, doing her best to ignore the stench. Did the rogue know where her son was when they had still been alive? Had that rogue held the answers of Thrushfleck’s whereabouts? She couldn’t help but wonder, but she knew there was no way the dead rogue could talk to them and give them an answer. The calico let out a sigh. Perhaps she was giving the rogue too much of a kindness by burying them, but they didn’t need the tang of death on their borders. This was something that had to be done.
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Post by polarized on Sept 21, 2024 1:59:02 GMT -5
Wrenpaw Is acting angsty & Patrol {--} with Heavy & Monarchlightning Wrenpaw had asked to go on a patrol. Anything to get her out of that camp. Anything to get away from Icepaw’s nest. The empty nest drained Wrenpaw’s spirit. Some nights, she had chosen to sleep in it. It alarmed her now, the scent of her sister was fading. How could the warriors go on so normally after 3 deaths? It wasn’t right. Icepaw was meant to be a warrior. So did Gustkit. It scared Wrenpaw to even look at Lightpaw. What if she lost her too? Now she was on the patrol. She had more to do now.
She looked up to see Heavy and Monarchlightning. The dark furred molly had became her new mentor, since Whorldusk had also died in the battle.
Every slight sound, every bird chirping seemed to make Wrenpaw jump out of her fur. What if a rogue came out of that bush? What if they came and Wrenpaw froze again? Would she have the guts to fight? She was squirmed out of her thoughts when Monarchlightning pointed out the smell. Wrenpaw hadn’t even noticed it. She had been too focused on checking every bush, sniffing behind every tree. She followed the two warriors, her head still swivelling left and right. Of course she was angsty! What if something happened?
Wrenpaw stopped in her tracks at the sight. Her ears flicked back against her head, she hissed in shock. “Icepaw!” She meowed to her patrol, before abruptly stopping before the body. She only had to blink twice to recognise this wasn’t her littermate. She flicked her tail embarrassedly. She stepped back behind the two warriors, he paws shuffling the ground below. What a mouse-brained move, now they’ll think you’re crazy. She told herself, not finding the gazes of the two mollies. Wrenpaw just simply nodded, not listening to what they were saying. |
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Post by Dew on Sept 21, 2024 8:28:55 GMT -5
Whisperingheart Is visiting the injured & Thinks Seedflower is really funny (+rom) || with names No rogue had been scented on the Yewclan border since the battle. For the days after tense patrols had been sent out, reporting on rogue scent that was probably old from the battle. Even so, Whisperingheart was still worried. The rogues hadn't taken any of her family that she knew of, but they had taken the lives of her clanmates. In the battle alone, Whorldusk, Ravenwhistle, and Icepaw had been killed. Outside of the battle, Cinderdapple, Frozenlaurel, Foxclove, Gingerpaw, and Gustkit had been killed. At least they're gone now.
Yewclan had won the battle, but lost many. Seedflower was now the only kit left in his litter, and Lightpaw and Wrenpaw had also lost two littermates to the rogues, as well as a father. In fact, so had Seedflower, although hopefully Thrushfleck was still out there, alive and hoping to return to their clan. They hadn't found the ginger tom while raiding the rogues camp, as Whisperingheart herself had expected to. Not chasing after Flax waas becoming even more of a regret now. If she had, maybe she could have gotten some answers out of the traitor and spy.
Whisperingheart's thoughts drifted back to Seedflower. Even though both of his brothers had died, he was still quite a funny cat. He almost acted as though the death of Ravenwhistle didn't bother him, even though she knew it did. It had too.
Stop daydreaming about Seedflower! Shaking her head, Whisperingheart thought back on what she had wanted to do, ducking into the medicine den. There were quite a few sick and injured cats in the medicine den, and Whisperingheart wanted to give them some company. Her sister, Petaltree was also in the den after saving Puddlefog from falling from a tree a few moons ago when he was still Puddlepaw. She had broken a bone in the process, and since then it had grown infected. Myrtlesprout who had saved her during the battle was also here with her bite wound growing infected. I owe her a visit at least.
Making her way over to the black-and-white molly, Whisperingheart dipped her head, then settled down beside her, glancing at Petaltree, who was sleeping at the moment before she turned back to Myrtlesprout. "How are you doing? I heard your wound grew infected.... I'm sorry about that. Thank you for protecting me in the battle though! I probably would have been killed without you there." The grey speckled molly admitted, meeting Myrtlesprout's gaze. "Do you need anything? I can grab you some prey if you're hungry."
Mentions Seedflower, Wrenpaw, & Lightpaw jaybun! [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by tigersdoroar on Sept 21, 2024 16:51:31 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________* Appreciates Monarchlightning's sense of responsibility
* Is wondering what his life would look like without YewClaN
* Coordination training with Slatefoot and whisperingheartAs the sun began to spill into camp, Amberrise grabbed himself a small bird from the prey pile for breakfast and settled down in a patch of sun to warm his fur and eat. He had not been assigned a patrol yet today, but he wanted to be ready if Heavy called. As the multi-colored tom peeled feathers from his breakfast, he thought back to a shared meal he had a few sunsets ago with his siblings. While they ate, Monarchlighting had shared her admiration for Slatefoot's competence and how she felt that Slatefoot may make a good deputy in the future. Amberrise had agreed in the moment, Slatefoot would make just as good of a deputy as her mother, but there were many other cats in the clan that deserved praise after the battle with the rogues. Had Monarchlightning considered herself and how good of a deputy she could potentially make? Monarchlightning had a sense of responsibility like no other, and she had even been Heavy's aid during the battle last moon. It was clear the aging she-cat favored the young warrior.
Would I make a good deputy? Amberrise thought back to his inner conflict during the battle as he had worked through his shift protecting his clan from home. As the clan had fought with rogues physically, he had fought his recent dislike for Spottedfur mentally. Amberrise had wanted to be out there saving Whisperingheart or Dawnshade, not making sure a fox-hearted, untrusting, old heap of bones was tucked into his den safely for the night. However, he had found use in keeping Petaltree company. He had found using in making sure family was safe.
Do I care about my clan? Or do I just care about my kin? Amberrise felt guilt bubbling up under his fur as he pondered this. Ever since he was a kit, he had gotten along better with his mother and siblings than he had anyone else. He appreciated others, such as his old mentor Drizzlemimic, but was he truly loyal to them? Did he... love them just as much as kin? Amberrise blinked slowly, putting his head down to think harder. What would my life look like without Yewclan? Would I have been a rogue if Hopbramble hadn't brought us here? Amberrise pulled his head back up and glanced around at his clanmates, watching them work and interact with eachother. Well... I'd probably be dead without Yewclan. Warriors live like this for a reason. We live together and work together. We care for our young and our... insufferable elders. It makes life easier. If I had to fight my battles on my own, I wouldn't last a minute.
As Amberrise concluded his thoughts and his meal, he stood up suddenly, and idea forming. Perhaps he didn't feel connected with many of his clanmates simply because he never got a chance to know them. The tom knew he often talked over others, usually without meaning to, but he never noticed enough to correct his own behavior. They all knew about him, but perhaps it was time he got to know more about them? I need to get out of my comfort zone and interact with more than just my family! And he knew just the cat to start with.
"Hey Slatefoot!" Amberrise called, running over to the older warrior. "Hey! I don't mean to be a bother but I was hoping maybe I could learn a few things about teamwork and coordination from an experienced warrior? Monarchlightning has been praising your competence lately, and well, I think I could learn a thing or two from spending a day with you! That is of course if you have no other responsibilities at the moment!"
Amberrise hoped she would accept. It was a bit of an awkward ask and he was nervous, but he needed to work on working with his clan and being a true clanmate. Nervously glancing around as he waited for a response, he noticed Whisperingheart close by. Perhaps having a sibling along could make this look... less weird? I know the clan probably trusts my siblings after their heroism in battle, but what about me? What if Slatefoot thinks I've been disloyal because I wasn't checking in on the elders during my camp guard duty? Oh Whisperingheart, please come over and join this conversation! It'll be less weird if it's two young warriors learning and not just me asking!
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OOC: I'm sorry if this is a bit of an overstep with sort of rping Monarchlighting Sand, but I felt that it set up the scene well and would be a logical conversation between siblings after her pervious thoughts on patrol. Also apparently Amber really has beef with Spottedfur, because I keep needing to bring it back up haha.
Dew (Whisperingheart) Sand (Monarchlightning/Spottedfur) Feathertalon (Slatefoot)
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Post by Sapphirejas on Sept 21, 2024 20:07:57 GMT -5
 @open (Patrol Members) whispering (Flashspeckle) chocolatemilk7 (Dawnshade) (Mention) grimmreminder (Petaltree) (Mention) Mistleheart (Gets injured by a fox while on patrol, avoids Dawnshade, watched Flashspeckle show kindness and compassion to the injured ++, and reevaluates the assumptions she made about Petaltree.) (TW: violence and blood) There was finally peace in the Clan, causing deep relief to Mistleheart. She was sniffing the air and her ears were pricked as she padded through the forest territory with her Clanmates while on a border patrol with a couple of her Clanmates. Grief and the horrors of breaking the Warrior Code hung on the fluffy white she-cat as she walked. Mistleheart really missed her daughter Icepaw, but she knew she must carry on in life without her, and knew that she would be watching every step she took in YewClan. She worried what she would think about killing those rogues in anger. Suddenly, Mistleheart picked the scent of a fox in YewClan's territory and alerted her two Clanmates. She followed the scent trail deeper and deeper into the forest. Finally she saw the fox. It was a huge orange beast sniffing the ground. but It seemed very hungry and was desperately looking for prey to eat. It must of scented the dead rogue that the deputy Heavy mentioned she found on a patrol, intending on consuming them, however, it could not find it as the rogue has been buried by the patrol. Furious at the fox for intruding YewClan's territory, Mistleheart fluffed out her white fur, making her twice the size, and hissed at the fox. Mistleheart threw herself at the fox when she saw that wasn't fleeing out of YewClan's territory, risking her life to defend the camp from the orange-furred beast. She landed on it's shoulders and bit down. However, the fox shook her off, Mistleheart hitting the forest floor with a thump. The fox then bit hard on Mistleheart's fluffy white tail, causing the warrior to yowl out in pain! It was unbearable as she got up, but still she raked at the fox and yowled at it, with her Clanmates attacking at the same time, dealing wounds to the big canine. Finally, the fox looked fearful as Mistleheart and the rest of the patrol yowled at it to leave YewClan's territory. When it ran towards the border, with her tail hurting very badly, Mistleheart chased it down, making sure that leaves YewClan's land. After that, Mistleheart's Clanmates helped her back to camp, and helped her to the healer's den to check the tail checked up. In the healer's den, Mistleheart looked from behind to look at her injured tail - it was all bloodied and messy! Shadepatch checked it out, and Mistleheart's heart sank when the tortieshell healer said that she must stay in the healer's den until it was healed. She won't be allowed to patrol with her mangled tail for several moons! --- Several sunrises has passed since the fox encounter and Mistleheart got a mangled tail from the orange beast! The white-furred she-cat was resting in the healer's den, suddenly thinking of worse case scenarios... Her tail hurt so much as Mistleheart dwelled over those thoughts. What if StarClan sent the fox after Mistleheart after she broke the Warrior Code by killing two rogues, intending to injure or even kill her?! What if StarClan intends on sending her to the Dark Forest for her supposed crimes?! Mistleheart couldn't help but worry... She wanted to be a good cat, loyal to the Warrior Code, and most importantly... caring for other cats, even if they were her sworn enemies such as the rogues she killed. She should've have let them live and let them flee far away from the Clans' territories, but fury from losing her apprentice, Ravenpaw, and especially her beloved daughter, Icepaw made her rage in fury, and made her viscously kill those three rogues! What if she died from her injured tail and wake up in the Dark Forest, forced to suffer for the rest of eternity for killing three rogues in fury?! No... Mistleheart will live! After all, when she was apprentice survived being bit by a snake, who's venom should be fatal to her. And yet, she was still here and lived long enough to have wonderful kits, that she was proud to be the mother of. Mistleheart's thoughts to the half black and cream tom, Dawnshade. Why couldn't StarClan have sent the fox after him instead?! He also broke the Warrior Code, killing Saffron under his mother's orders. Was it because he was blessed by StarClan by looking like a half moon, and he was meant to Saffron, because he was the chosen one by StarClan?! Mistleheart couldn't help but wonder. Either ways, Mistleheart avoided him due to him not visiting her while she was stuck in the healer's den with a mangled tail. Mistleheart also thought of the blind warrior, Petaltree. She always made the assumption that Petaltree would struggle to be a warrior due to her blindness, but the white-furred warrior realized by the act she did a few moons ago by saving Puddlefog when he was an apprentice from falling from a high place. Mistleheart thought she did a very brave thing, and acted like a true warrior saving him, despite her blindness. She also couldn't help but feel empathy for the tortieshell she-cat. She have been stuck in the healer's den ever since she saved Puddlefog with a broken bone. It became infected, causing Mistleheart to deeply worry about her, as she gazed at her sleeping in her nest next to her. During her days of being stuck in the healer's den, Mistleheart watched as the newly named medicine cat, Flashspeckle show his kindness and compassion to the injured cats, by tending to their wounds. Cats who got injured in the war against the rogues, like Hayfeather and Drizzlemimc, and cats who got injured by other causes, like Petaltree and Mistleheart herself were stuck in the healer's den, with nothing much to do. The healer's den was very crowded, with so many cats injured made Mistleheart overwhelmed, and made the air stuffy, causing her to wish she can take a stroll in the forest territory and not be confined in here. But with her very painful and bloody tail, Mistleheart knew that there was nothing she can do. She was forced in there until she get better... or fate turned against her and she died, but Mistleheart had strong faith in her heart that she would make it. |
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Post by asrise on Sept 22, 2024 14:55:47 GMT -5
 Puddlefog Border Patrol - BurdockCan Puddlefog hummed for a second when Hopbramble broke the silence of the patrol, asking how he felt about being a warrior. His chest puffed out when she told him she was proud of him. Hopbramble may not be his mother, but Puddlefog held onto any praise. But how did he feel right now? He thought about her question for a moment before answering. “I… I feel good about it, and I’m ready to be a warrior. But maybe I wish there was a better way than earning it through battle.” The young warrior paused a bit. Maybe he should rephrase that. “I mean, I was happy to fight those rouges off. It was an honourable way to earn my name. But there were so many who died, that’s all I can think about when I think of becoming a warrior.”
The two of them walked over to the border with BurdockClan. When they found themselves face to face with a rival patrol, Puddlefog noticed Hopbramble’s fur stand on end, and his paws began to thrum with a desire to unsheath his claws. After those rogues, who knows what could happen? BurdockClan’s known for attacking the other clans when they are weak... He remembered their war with PlumClan, an event that was mere background noise while they were dealing with the rogues. But the BurdockClan patrol just turned and moved on their way, leaving them alone. Maybe peace really has come to YewClan, after all.
That night, Puddlefog found a small tuft of Hopbramble’s dark grey fur, picking it up and placing it in his nest before curling up to sleep. Sure, she wasn’t related to him, and Puddlefog didn’t really see her as his mother, but she was a good friend, an older warrior he could trust. And what’s better than that?
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Post by Dew on Sept 23, 2024 14:02:37 GMT -5
Whisperingheart Training Patrol || with Slatefoot, Amberrise Exiting the medicine den after her conversation with Myrtlesprout, Whisperingheart scanned the camp, wondering what she was going to do. Heavy hadn't assigned her to any patrols and wasn't even in camp at the moment. Her claws flexed, iching to leave camp and do something.
"Hey! I don't mean to be a bother but I was hoping maybe I could learn a few things about teamwork and coordination from an experienced warrior?" Whisperingheart's brothers voice reached her ears, and she turned, seeing her brother talking to Slatefoot, an older warrior. He looked nervous, like he was regretting deciding to ask Slatefoot to practice with him.
Their eyes met for a moment, and Whisperingheart realized that he wanted to her to come and join them! Nodding in understanding, the grey speckled molly made her way over, dipping her head to the older warrior respectfully. "I'd love to join you, if you are going out." A relieved expression crossed Amberrise's face and Whisperingheart winked at him.
Slatefoot agreed and the trio set out out to the training hollow, where they first went over hunting coordination, pretending to chase animals like rabbits and mice, two chasing from two directions and the other catching the 'animal'.
Then they moved onto battle coordination, rotating on who would be the fox or the badger while the other two worked together to drive it off. Each pair worked well together, and Whisperingheart could feel the respect and trust that had been fostered between the three cats in only one training session. I'm happy Hopbramble brought us here. If she hadn't, where would we be? Would we have been rogues? Loners? Would we have survived? [[ trying to squeeze this in before the moon update! ]] |
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Post by jaybun! on Sept 23, 2024 17:34:40 GMT -5
HAZELPELT
Training with Lightpaw, Wrenpaw, and Monarchlightning! - always happy to see Monarchlightning - x
Life in YewClan had returned to normalcy, and Hazelpelt was loving every second. Despite leafbare looming overhead, it felt like little to nothing could puncture the pleasant bubble that surrounded the forest. And yes, maybe her good mood had more to do with a certain deputy spending time with her lately, but who wouldn't be happier around Heavy?
The cinnamon-furred molly blinked warmly as she met up with Monarchlightning, glancing over her shoulder to look at Lightpaw and Wrenpaw. Hazelpelt had been happy to plan a joint training exercise with the other warrior the night before. Monarchlightning was hard-working, and not to mention clever. She was a little flattered the young upstart wanted to work with her out of all cats, and let the thought fill her with a small surge of confidence.
Together the two mentors left their apprentices to wait as they set up tracks and traps. Lightpaw was fairly observant, Hazelpelt reasoned, and focused primarily on creating false scent trails and broken foliage to give her apprentice a bit of challenge. When she was satisfied with her work, she returned to where they'd left the two young cats waiting. Once Monarchlightning was finished, Hazelpelt explained the basic outline of the exercise; careful not to give too much away. Some surprise was good for any warrior to-be! |
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Post by tigersdoroar on Sept 23, 2024 18:42:46 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________* Deeply disturbed by deathberries while on a hunt with slatefoot and Pondspeckle
* Can't wait to take a long napAs the patrol walked to their destination in the northern forest, Amberrise yapped. Since his outing with Slatefoot last moon, and with his efforts to get to know more cats in his clan, he was beginning to feel more comfortable in his own skin. He was starting to feel like he had as a kit, eager and ready to talk to everyone.
"So now that all of the rogues are finally gone, and we can get back to clan gossip, how are you guys feeling about some of our newest warriors? Do you think it was right of Dapplestar to make Seedflower a warrior after the battle? He was brave, but was he really ready? He's already gone and got himself injured..."
Amberrise made sure to make time to let both Slatefoot and Pondspeckle interject as they walked, and he tried to listen intently. After a few minutes talking, the group split and began their hunts. With the thought of juicy prey on his mind, Amberrise scented the air, but all he could smell was the strong smell of pine. Shaking his head, the tom padded forward, frustrated. How could he find prey when all he could smell was sap?
He began pushing through bushes, trying desperately to fine a place where he could clearly gauge what other animals were in the area. Poking his head up, he spotted what looked like a clearing ahead, but more low-growing bushes hung in his way. He snarled and began forcing his way through their prickly needles, eyes closed. When he opened them, he halted abruptly with a gasp.
"Deathberries!" He called, so loudly that his clanmates could hear. "They're everywhere!"
Amberrise had thought the clan was at peace, but here some of the killers were, shining in the sun as a bright red reminder of what the clan had lost. The young tom was thrown into a mental spiral of images containing all of his clanmates that had been killed or injured. Cats that he would never get the opportunity to talk to or to know. Amberrise regretted that now.
I should've been more open with my clan. There's so many cats I should've shared tongues with.. and now I'll never get the chance too...
For the rest of the hunt, Amberrise was distracted by all of the potential opportunities for friendship that he had missed out on. He only caught a small mouse, even after moving to a new location.
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OOC: Ew. Apologies for a mediocrely written post. It seems I need a nap.
Feathertalon (Slatefoot) stormshade1 (Pondspeckle)
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 23, 2024 19:37:27 GMT -5
Heavy »
in a light hearted mood with shadepatch - cometchaos
putting herself on patrols with hazelpelt lately
The rogues were gone and peace was finally upon YewClan.
True, they had lost three in the battle and many more before due to the rogues’ malice, but the threat of those heartless cats no longer shadowed YewClan’s every movement. The air no longer felt thick with tension. YewClan was safe. For now.
Despite the death of two of her grandsons and her son still lost, Heavy couldn’t help but feel light on her paws and youthful in her heart. Each step she took alongside Shadepatch was a bounce, every few mouse-length was a skip to her gait. Their territory was finally a peaceful home to them once more, and Heavy was settling into this newfound serenity quite well. Plus, she was enjoying her time with Shadepatch. Last moon her time with the tortoiseshell healer had been tense and full of injuries and deaths, but Heavy was determined to make this interaction light-hearted and fun.
For just a brief moment the calico deputy caught herself wondering about Hazelpelt, curious to know what the cinnamon tabby was up to. These past few days she had been assigning herself to patrol alongside the former kittypet, wanting to spend more and more time with Hazelpelt. Heavy had almost done that today, but she had decided against it, knowing logically that she needed to switch things up lest the Clan catch on to her subtle courting of Hazelpelt. Not that she minded if the Clan knew, but sometimes the thought of finding love in another cat made her feel guilty. Heavy knew Stemriver would want her to find happiness, but would he truly be okay with Heavy taking on another mate? Would he be okay with her moving on? Part of Heavy’s heart would always belong to the tom that had made her feel comfortable among YewClan’s ranks, but she had room in her heart for another, for a cat like Hazelpelt.
Heavy shook her head. She was on a herb gathering patrol, not on a moony-eyed stroll.
Bouncing back into her jovial tone, a familiar hum began in the back of Heavy’s throat, a trilling purr that jumped octave to octave. It had been seasons upon seasons since Heavy had been with her mother, but her mother’s old tune echoed in her mind and got caught in her throat, the calico unable to stop the music from dancing off her tongue. ”In the morning light, where the wildflowers sway, birds sing sweetly to welcome the day~ With colors bright and petals in the breeze, nature’s symphony always puts my mind at ease~” Heavy hummed about as she skipped and bounced through the undergrowth that was slowly thinning out with the change of seasons, yet for all the greenleaf life that was crumbling away, Heavy still felt at ease in her heart.
Slatefoot »
hunting in the northern territory with pondspeckle - stormshade1 & amberrise - tigersdoroar offered to join whisperingheart's patrol
& thinks seedflower is reckess
Hunting was not Slatefoot’s strong suit. Even as an apprentice she had struggled with catching prey for her Clan. Bubblingheart had consoled her time and time again after a failed hunting attempt, and no matter how much effort she put into the task, she never seemed to get the hang of it. Which was why she had asked to be put on Whisperingheart’s night patrol rather than a hunting patrol with Amberrise and Pondspeckle, but Heavy had shook her head, telling her daughter that she would never become a great hunter if she never tried. Slatefoot understood her mother’s reasoning, but it didn’t make her any less annoyed that she had to go on a hunting patrol. Perhaps she’d be less upset if Mistleheart had been put on the same patrol, but alas, the pretty white and gray warrior was stuck in the medicine cat den with a mangled tail, much like how Seedflower was. He was a young warrior with a lot to prove, and not only that but he was Slatefoot’s former temporary apprentice and her nephew, but that didn’t stop her from thinking he had been reckless this past moon. She knew how hard it was to lose a parent and siblings, but she had never gone out and mangled her tail in some ridiculous stunt. She was better than that. Or so she liked to think.
As the patrol neared the northern territory Slatefoot felt the fur along her neck and spine prickle, her shoulders tensing, her eyes shifting between every flickering shadow. This was close to where the rogues had made their camp. Patches of grass remained beaten and pushed down from the fighting that had occurred only a moon ago. Slatefoot swore she could still scent the stench of death and the tang of blood, but she knew it was all in her head. No bodies lay spread amongst the undergrowth and no splashes of dried blood painted the ground.
A glimpse of tortoiseshell fur grabbed Slatefoot’s attention; the rosette-splashed warrior fumbled, turning on quick paws to catch Amberrise in her peripheral. A deep breath shuddered in her throat. It was just her Clanmate. Just Amberrise…who looked just as unsettled as she was. Assuming the tom was uneasy due to their location, Slatefoot gave the tom a reassuring blink before she padded off in search of prey, hoping StarClan would give her luck.
And luck they had given her.
It wasn’t an impressive catch like Pondspeckle’s trio of sparrows, but the jay that hung limp in the molly’s mouth was like gold to Slatefoot. She didn’t catch prey all that often, so even with just one bird in her jaws she considered it to be a good hunt. Perhaps her mother had been right - she’d never be a good hunter if she ignored that part of being a warrior. Maybe she just needed to give hunting a second chance.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 23, 2024 19:39:43 GMT -5
Seedflower »
mangled tail
& watching pondspeckle from across camp
Seedflower hated being a warrior.
Okay, maybe that was a bit of an overstatement, but being a warrior wasn’t how he had imagined it being. Then again, he had imagined being a warrior alongside his two brothers. Grief panged in his heart at the thought of his brothers. Gingerpaw poisoned, Ravenwhistle murdered… Seedflower flexed his paws, claws unsheathing ever so slightly. Maybe he didn’t hate being a warrior, he just hated how he had received his warrior name.
The tom curled tighter around himself, shutting his eyes as tightly as he could. Why had Dapplestar decided to make him a warrior when the Clan was grieving for their dead? Logically he knew the tortoiseshell had been trying to boost morale and send the deceased off to StarClan on a happier note, but Seedflower’s last littermate had died. His denmate, Icepaw, had been killed. Whorldusk, the last of Bubblingheart’s lineage, had been murdered. No cat wanted to celebrate. No cat wanted to cheer.
He supposed it was nice that Ravenwhistle was allowed a warrior name after death, but it shouldn’t have been that way. Nothing should have happened the way it should have.
And now he was stuck in the medicine cat den, his tail painful and throbbing. Clumps of fur were missing, allowing for the skin underneath to show itself. Red and irritated, his tail was not happy with him, and he wasn’t happy with his tail either. In fact, Seedflower wasn’t happy with himself at all. Frustration had made him act out. Annoyance had made him a fool. Rushing for that blue jay right through a bramble thicket and getting his tail caught had been a mouse-brained act on his part. Looking back on it, that blue jay had been too scrawny for even a kit to want to eat, and even if he had still wanted to catch it he could have easily prowled around the bush. But what was done was done. Seedflower was stuck in his mother’s den - it was nice getting to see her a bit more often - because of his stupid tail because he had been made a warrior.
Sometimes he wished Ravenwhistle had been the one to survive instead of himself.
With the medicine cat den as full as it was with either injured or grieving cats, Seedflower had isolated himself to a secluded area in camp. His eyes wandered, gluing themselves to Pondspeckle. He wondered what his former mentor thought of him now. Did Pondspeckle see him as a foolish cat with kit-fluff for brains, or did his former mentor pity him for all the tragedy that had recently occurred? Seedflower shifted more into himself, head drawing low to his chest. Deep down he didn’t care what Pondspeckle thought of him. Deep down, Seedflower didn’t care about what any cat thought of him. He just wanted his brothers and his father back, but it seemed as if StarClan only wanted him to suffer. |
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Post by Sand on Sept 24, 2024 12:20:20 GMT -5
Monarchlightning : - stuck with Hazelpelt, Lightpaw & Wrenpaw
- feels content
Monarchlightning's thin tail twitched with elation as she was heading out with Hazelpelt, Lightpaw, and Wrenpaw. She gave Hazelpelt a warm smile in return and the group set off to the training grounds. In her heart and mind, the dark grey tabby finally felt content.
While she and the cinnamon tabby molly set up the tracks and traps for their apprentices, Monarchlightning focused on the trap she had made for Wrenpaw. It was hidden in a burrow, but not too deep inside it. Hopefully the grey and white tabby molly would figure it out as she seemed to have enough self confidence. If she failed this exercise, the young warrior would have to find a solution for her apprentice. After all, it was Monarchlightning's job to train her properly.
Once Hazelpelt had explained the session to both apprentices, the dark grey classic tabby molly stood back and waited for Wrenpaw and Lightpaw to take their turns at the forest tracking. The sound of some cat struggling made Monarchlightning turn her head and noticed it was Wrenpaw.
For StarClan's sake! she thought to herself, watching Wrenpaw from afar. She held back a sigh and instead padded over to the grey and white tabby with a stern look on her face. "Forest tracking is all about being invisible such as making sure your enemy can't detect you," she explained to the apprentice. "Your enemy is FlowerClan and they've captured you, Wrenpaw. In an ambush, you would have no cat to save you."
At the sound of protests for help, Monarchlightning shook her head firmly. "I can't help you, Wrenpaw. You need to escape on your own, like you would in any ambush. You were impatient and that's why you fell into such an obvious trap. Next time, have some patience before running out into the unknown. You won't get trapped then," the young warrior lectured her without any pity. Wrenpaw would have to learn like any apprentice and she was going to make sure of that.
[ tags: jaybun! , polarized & Dew ]
[ please let me know if I took things too far with Wrenpaw. ]
Spottedfur : - is sharing wisdom... but can't remember the moral of the story
- is reminded of Stormmask through Monarchlightning's actions
- greatly appreciates Drizzlemimic's help
All seemed well in YewClan, at least among the cats who weren't injured or grieving like Spottedfur. At least Drizzlemimic had been helpful towards him which he greatly appreciated. New bedding, fresh kill, you name it, Drizzlemimic had offered it to the elders. Plus, it was hard to come by a decent helper these days!
Lately, he had been sharing wisdom with his younger clanmates, but found himself trailing off into a nonsensical ramble. He was rarely reaching the moral of his stories unlike before, where Spottedfur could remember it clearly.
"The moral of the story is…" he meowed slowly, sounding drowsy and quite sleepy. His silver eyes glazed over before he let out a sigh of frustration. "Mm, I don't remember. It sure was something though."
Later that day, the speckled silver tom had overheard about Hazelpelt's patrol with Monarchlightning, Wrenpaw, and Lightpaw. It appeared, at least from what he heard, Monarchlightning had let Wrenpaw know that she was "captured" by a FlowerClan patrol when she got stuck in one of the traps. The elder frowned at the thought as it reminded him of Stormmask, his deceased daughter. Stormmask had done something similar once when she was quite young, before she became a medicine cat apprentice. She had been Mudspeck's apprentice for a moon, if he remembered correctly. She then had once done something similar with Shadepatch, but she was grieving over Icepath's death. Her actions back then seemed to match Monarchlightning's.
Lecturing one's apprentice didn't feel right to him and that's what reminded him of the deceased healer. Somehow, Monarchlightning's lecturing of Wrenpaw reminded him of Stormmask when she trained Shadepatch. I can't be reminded of her like this. Not in this way, he thought, a chill crawling down his thin spine, leaving Spottedfur to pad away towards the elder's den, his ears and tail drooping in sorrow.
[ mentions: Drizzlemimic, Hazelpelt, Monarchlightning, Wrenpaw, Lightpaw & Stormmask (deceased). ]
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Post by Dew on Sept 24, 2024 17:03:59 GMT -5
Lightpaw Training patrol & Brought a strange twoleg object back to camp with her after a patrol || with Hazelpelt, Monarchlighting, Wrenpaw Lightpaw met Wrenpaw's gaze, smiling to her sister as they journeyed into the forest with their mentors. Both of the sisters had been through a lot, losing two littermates, a father, and a mentor to the rogues. Thank goodness they're gone now. But Lightpaw knew they would never be the same. She was still plagued with nightmares every night from the battle and the patrol where Cinderdapple had been killed, not to mention the fact that Lightpaw wasn't letting herself get to close lots of cats. Her inner circle was her mother and Wrenpaw, and that was about it. It seemed all of her close ones were dying around her, and when she could stop it, she didn't.
But Lightpaw was determined to be focused today. It was around the time that most cats got their warrior names, and she and Wrenpaw were both a little behind. It was a little discouraging, but at least they would hopefully get their names together.
Hazelpelt and Monarchlightning left for the exercise, leaving Lightpaw and Wrenpaw to wonder what they were going to do. Lightpaw didn't say anything, just stared ahead, barely thinking. She just wanted to do better, work hard. Get her warrior name. That was what Icepaw would have wanted. Cinderdapple, Gustkit. Her two littermates wouldn't even get a chance to know what their names would have been, killed too early.
They returned and told the two apprentices that they were to work on their forest tracking, with each mentor having set up scent trails for the apprentices to follow. Lightpaw nodded her head along with the words they were saying and when they were dismissed Lightpaw quickly picked up Hazelpelt's scent trail, following for a short way. The trail then split off in three different paths, each one looking trampled and worn. Only one of them was right. Lightpaw curled her claws in anticipation, imagining that one led to a rogue, and if she found them she would save the clan. sniffing each trail a few times, Lightpaw decided on the freshest one. She probably went down the other two first, then came back.
Taking the left trail, Lightpaw made her way slowly and silently, sniffing the air for anything else. What she found was a hole concealed by some foliage, and Lightpaw stopped to sniff at it. Hazelpelt's scent. If she hadn't been paying as much attention as she was, Lightpaw would have probably ran right into it, getting herself stuck. Nice play Hazelpelt, but it didn't work on me.
The rest of the training went well for Lightpaw, and she returned to the clearing feeling pretty good about herself. Wrenpaw and Monarchlightning weren't back yet, and so Hazelpelt made the decision that they should go ahead back to camp. Lightpaw sighed in relief. Even though it was leaffall the air was cold, the ground frozen under her paws. She hadn't inherited Mistleheart's long fluffy pelt, instead getting Frozenlaurel's short one.
An unusual color caught on the end of Lightpaw's vision and she turned, seeing a bright pink thing laying in the undergrowth only a few pawsteps away. Making her way over Lightpaw picked it up, surprised to find that it was pretty light. It smelled of twolegs, and it was nothing like Lightpaw had seen before. Maybe a warrior at camp will know what it is! Hazelpelt had gone ahead while Lightpaw had been gawking, already inside camp by the time she got started again.
Entering camp, Pondspeckle and Dawnshade were talking together, and since they were the first warriors Lightpaw had seen, they were the ones who got to decide what the thing was. Maybe Pondspeckle will know, since he has that twoleg thing around his neck.
"Hey Dawnshade, Pondspeckle. I found this twoleg thing while out on patrol and was wondering if you knew what it was?" Dropping it at their paws, Lightpaw sat down behind it, happy she could finally sit down and relax. They had been working all day, and Lightpaw was kind of getting her hopes up that she would be made a warrior next moon! Maybe if I really, really work hard.... [[ OOC here ]] |
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