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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 24, 2024 18:58:27 GMT -5
[ here's a slate reply that matches amber's reply! ] Slatefoot »
Amberrise’s question was a loaded one for Slatefoot. Had Dapplestar been in the right to name new warriors after a horrific battle? As YewClan leader she had every right, and there was no denying that every cat had fought as fiercely as lions against the rogues, but a warrior ceremony after losing so many Clanmates had been…bittersweet. Solemn. Clan morale had barely spiked due to the ceremony, the cats of YewClan more concerned about their fallen comrades than the naming of a new warrior. Slatefoot believed that her nephew deserved a better ceremony, a naming celebration that he could enjoy, but what had happened had happened. What was done was done. Seedflower was a warrior now. A warrior stuck in the medicine cat den for his reckless behavior.
A sigh slipped from the molly’s formerly tightened jaw. ”He was brave,” she affirmed coolly. Her nephew had fought like any warrior would in the battle, taking down enemy rogues with the help of his Clanmates. Seedflower should have been congratulated for his heroics, but should he have been named a warrior? Did he deserve the position? Slatefoot recalled her training sessions with Seedflower, how anxious he had been about the idea of becoming a warrior, how saddened he had been by the disappearance of his father.
Slatefoot’s heart ached. Thrushfleck had been her littermate, and with the threat of rogues she had had no time to properly grieve him. Gingerpaw’s death had affected Seedflower as well, and then he had lost Ravenwhistle. Slatefoot could relate to Seedflower with ease - a cat born alongside two littermates and now being the only surviving one… But where they differed was the time in between it all happening. Seedflower had lost his father and his brothers all within a few moons. Slatefoot had lost her father and her littermates seasons apart. Her young nephew had every right to grieve, but it was reckless of him to act out the way he had. ”While I do think he was ready to be a warrior, I also think his grief is getting the best of him. Maybe just give him another moon and he’ll show us that he’s ready to be a warrior.” Give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps that was all he needed.
Conversation drifted off as the three cats went their separate ways. It felt strange to be alone in the northern forest, Slatefoot hyper aware that the rogues had made their camp not too far from here only a few moons ago. The dark and light furred warrior shivered, yet she pushed onward, determined to catch prey for her Clan.
A cry from nearby stopped her in her tracks, Amberrise’s voice calling out about deathberries making the fur along her spine prickle. She rushed back toward the tom, almost expecting to see the berries picked from their bush and placed out in such a way that suggested some cat had planned on using them, but she was only met with the sight of the red berries still planted firmly on their leaves. ”I guess we know why the rogues made their camp nearby now,” she grumbled, eyeing the deathberries sharply. ”But there’s nothing we can do other than be aware of them. Plants will grow no matter what.” Before she went off to continue on her hunt, Slatefoot brushed herself up against Amberrise, sensing his unease and hoping to soothe that if even just a little. |
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Post by Sapphirejas on Sept 25, 2024 2:47:20 GMT -5
 chocolatemilk7 (Dawnshade) Feathertalon (Heavy and Slatefoot) Mistleheart (confesses her feelings to Slatefoot, Wonder if Scarletdrift ever had to go to war, does a task for the deputy ++, Heavy so she doesn't have to worry about it, and reminds Dawnshade that he is on the dawn patrol tomorrow) Despite being stuck in the healer's den, and with a very painful and throbbing mangled tail, Mistleheart had quite the event! During her time stuck in the healer's den, she found herself daydreaming about the dark gray she-cat and how much time she spent with her - many moons of fun and adventures! Except for the time Slatefoot was jealous of her for having kits with the help of Frozenlaurel and her not involved in helping Mistleheart raising kits. And Mistleheart remembered her former love, Foxclove's dying words: "I want you to be happy Mistleheart... Consider Slatefoot, she loves you."Mistleheart finally realized that she loved Slatefoot, the cat she spent so much time with, ever since she was only an apprentice. One morning, Mistleheart had butterflies in her tummy when she saw Slatefoot enter the healer's den to visit her. She felt her heart hammer in her chest! And then she did it... Mistleheart finally confessed her feelings to Slatefoot, telling her that she loved her. And ever since, Slatefoot have been visiting her more in the healer's den than she have been in the past. In her nest, Mistleheart was thinking about the terrible war against the rogues that ended two moons ago. It was the war where she lost both her apprentice, Ravenwhistle, and her daughter, Icepaw. Their deaths hit Mistleheart hard at first, but over time it softened. Death was a part of life as Clan cats, and they were both safe in StarClan now, with endless hunting and sunshine on their starry pelts. Mistleheart wondered if an elder, Scarletdrift have been in any wars quite like the one that the Clan just had against the rogues. Mistleheart decided she wanted to take a walk outside the healer's den in camp to get some fresh air. She asked Stormmask, and after she said yes, she padded out, trying not to wince in pain from her tail. The first cat Mistleheart came across in camp was none other than the deputy, Heavy. It was apparent that she was starting to get older, and Mistleheart wondered if she ever thought of retiring from the deputy role... Mistleheart would love to be chosen as deputy by Dapplestar! "Greetings Heavy. How are you today? Is there anything that I could help you with?" Mistleheart meowed brightly. Mistleheart decided to be helpful to the aging deputy. After all, her age could affect her ability to do deputy duties. Together, Mistleheart helped Heavy choose the cats for the dawn patrol tomorrow. One of the cats she and Heavy chose was Dawnshade, which for some reason was avoiding visiting Mistleheart and visiting other cats instead while she was in the healer's den. And Heavy asked Mistleheart to tell Dawnshade that he was in the dawn patrol tomorrow. During the task, Mistleheart felt like she could be the deputy of YewClan after Heavy retires. "Ok Heavy, I will do it." Mewed Mistleheart with a smile. She said goodbye to the multicolored ginger deputy, keeping her painful mangled tail tucked behind her legs despite feeling happy. Mistleheart looked for Dawnshade before she found him grooming some foxlengths away. " Hello Dawnshade. I'm just letting you know that you are on the dawn patrol tomorrow. I helped the deputy arrange it." Said Mistleheart with a small smile. She wondered why he was avoiding him, and visiting the other injured cats in healer's den. Life in YewClan was pretty great at the moment! Mistleheart was finally in a relationship with her longtime best friend, Mistleheart, and she wasn't going to let the deaths of Gustkit, Foxclove, Ravenwhistle and Icepaw to the rogues, and her mangled tail get to her. |
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Post by asrise on Sept 25, 2024 21:45:39 GMT -5
 Puddlefog Border Patrol - Ghost Stories with Hopbramble and Whisperingheart Puddlefog shivered as Whisperingheart continued her story. His fur stood up on end, and he cast wary glances into the dark forest around them. “Well…” He mumbled, trying to come up with something to scare Whisperingheart right back. “I heard that there used to be a rogue around here, who died to a bunch of rats… Ever since then, they’ve been acting strange… watching cats, especially when they’re alone…” He paused for effect, sharpening his claws on a nearby tree trunk.. “Some say it’s the rogue… and he’s trying to find a new body!”
As the night went on, Hobramble chimed in with her own story, the shorter molly practically whispering the spine-tingling tale into their ears as Puddlefog stared back at her, scared straight. After that, the patrol only got jumpier and more paranoid. Puddlefog though he felt eyes on his back, creeping over his shoulder… A branch snapped overhead, clattering down from the treetops. What was that!? Puddlefog thought wildly, his head whipping around. I’m not staying around to find out! He bolted for camp, the branches whipping behind him as he heard Whisperingheart follow him. Hopbramble’s voice yowled after them, scolding them for fleeing. OOC --  |
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Post by polarized on Sept 26, 2024 1:50:26 GMT -5
 Wrenpaw Patrol {--} with Monarchlightning, Hazelpelt & Lightpaw Wrenpaw just smiled awkwardly back at Lightpaw. It was no lie that Wrenpaw still didn’t feel right. She was losing her focus, not up to her best. And it only seemed to make Monarchlightning even angrier at her. What was the point? Gustkit was gone. Icepaw was gone. Who’s next? It’s not like they can stop it anyways. She felt Lightpaw brush her flank, which gave her some kind of comfort. Atleast I still have Lightpaw. She blinked thankfully at her sister.
The two mollies were told of the training. Forest tracking. Wrenpaw sighed, Lightpaw was going to be much better at this than she was. The two apprentices were sent off, and Wrenpaw tried to see what Lightpaw was doing. She was already onto a scent. Of course! Wrenpaw touched her nose to the ground, already being able to pick up Monarchlightning’s scent. She purred, following it into the forest. She only blinked when she saw where it led. A hollow, under a tree. She was sure the scent went this way. Only one way to find out. She squeezed into the hollow, before yowling when she felt herself get stuck in a trap. “Monarchlightning, help!” She yowled, before seeing her mentor’s stern look. It wasn’t her fault! She was following the scent trail!
Wrenpaw hissed at Monarchlightning’s harsh words, before being forced to try and get herself back out. After many tries, the molly manages to push herself out, if not covered in moss and missing clumps of fur. Isn’t the point of a mentor to teach their apprentice? Not throw them into dirty and dangerous holes! She growled, before stomping off back to camp. She knew she looked like a mess, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to get away from Monarchlightning. [[ it’s scary how much her sprite reminds me of Auburncreek- ]] |
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Post by tigersdoroar on Sept 26, 2024 15:58:46 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ * Is disappointed in Heavy when she didn't give him the patrol he'd asked for
* Doesn't do any chores, too busy climbing treesAmberrise stretched as the morning sun began to hit the high ridge at the peak of Yewclan's camp. It was time to wake up and start the day! This moon, Amberrise's goal was to continue getting to know other cats in his clan, and hopefully, that would start with a patrol. Before Amberrise did anything, however, he needed food. The tom padded to the camp's freshkill pile.
As he walked, Heavy caught his attention, and Amberrise called out, "Good morning Heavy!" A few moments later, he changed his course and walked straight over to her.
"Hey Heavy, are you organizing patrols for the day? I was wondering, could I be put on patrol with Puddlefog, Pondspeckle, and Hazelpelt? I haven't had much of a chance to get to know any of them yet, and I'd like to take the opportunity!"
As Heavy responded, Amberrise's heart sank. No patrol for him today, he was needed around camp. In the aftermath of the war with the rogues, Yewclan had been neglecting camp chores, and it was time some cat started on den maintenance. Apparently that cat was to be Amberrise.
After the conversation ended, Amberrise walked away, disappointed. He had wanted to chat, not labor. However, he had to admit, the camp was a mess. On the north side, several tree branches hung low from the pines, blocking important den entrances. He would start his job by clearing them out of the way, but to do so, he would have to detach the the branches from the trees. He wasn't sure how to climb a tree. He would need to learn how first, surely.
Ignoring his duties, Amberrise spent the rest of the afternoon "practicing" how to climb trees. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ OOC: What a goober.
Feathertalon (Heavy)
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Post by asrise on Sept 27, 2024 12:04:38 GMT -5
Puddlefog with Slatefoot and Lightshard Puddlefog’s stomach felt like it was doing flips as he got up. He grumbled to himself, not even stopping by the fresh-kill pile for a bite to eat… his appetite was gone. He schlepped himself to the medicine den, hoping the herbs he was given would make his stomachache go away. He saw Petaltree walking out, looking much better after recovering from her nasty infection. “You’re looking much healthier, Petaltree… Your coat is much thicker now.”
Fortunately, Puddlefog’s stomach felt just a bit better, so he joined Slatefoot for a training patrol. After all, the last training session I did didn’t end that well. He purred wistfully. So he followed the older warrior into the snowy landscape alongside Lightshard. This time, he felt at complete peace, except for the needling pain in his belly. The snow blanketed the landscape, seeming to muffle all the sound, fluffy flakes drifting lazily down around them. Despite the cold, they stayed out for the whole day, practising winter hunting and fighting.
Whirling around in the snow in time with Lightshard, Puddlefog found himself energised. Trusting his clanmates to prop up his moves, working together as if they were one cat. His chest thrust out, proud of the teamwork they’d shown together. This is what being in a clan is all about! Nothing can beat us if we work together like this! Walking back to camp after a long day of training, Puddlefog found that his stomachache felt a little better, though he was ravenously hungry. Today had been a good day after all.
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Post by Sand on Sept 27, 2024 12:31:50 GMT -5
 Spottedfur : - the cloud has lifted
- thinks Dawnshade is annoying
- finds the way Hazelpelt acts uncomfortable
As he was snoring very loudly in his nest, Spottedfur thought his clanmates would leave him alone for once. Well, at least for this tiny nap. His snoring stopped abruptly when he noticed Dawnshade's tortoiseshell pelt hovering in the elder's den. Does he know what privacy is? the grey speckled tom wondered, clearly irritated by the young warrior. Whatever Dawnshade was up to, Spottedfur didn't want to be involved. The old tom let out a grumble before exiting the den, hoping to find peace elsewhere.
No matter where Spottedfur went in his clan's camp, he found more things that bothered him. He had noticed Hazelpelt, who was speaking with Lightshard yet their conversation seemed to take a turn into an argument. Whatever it was about, it made his short pelt prickle with uneasiness. That was no way to treat a cat, especially over something so small. Hazelpelt's behavior in the past few days had made him feel increasingly uncomfortable. Although he had known the warrior for moons now, something was off yet he couldn't figure out what it was. With a sigh of frustration, he stormed off into the forest where he hoped to find clarity.
Moons of sorrow, misery and heartache had torn Spottedfur's heart apart, bit by bit. He had wondered over the past few moons if he would ever come out of the darkness of grief that was a constant reminder of the many deaths he had grieved over. The one morning he chose to take a walk in the forest, a fresh coat of snow painted YewClan's territory and the treetops. The speckled elder came to a halt, his silver gaze admiring the beauty of the many trees as they meshed together. Despite the frigid temperatures and the new coat of snow, Spottedfur felt different. Something had changed within him, like a cloud had lifted. Was this the end of his grief, was this acceptance? It must be. The speckled tom stood in the middle of the forest, the fluffy white canopy shining before him. He didn't move for quite some time as he decided to enjoy the newfound life before him.
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 Monarchlightning : - grey fox patrol with Whisperingheart & Wrenpaw
Early leafbare had arrived and the conditions were fairly icy and shivering cold in some parts of YewClan's territory. Monarchlightning led the patrol out to hunt, hoping to find any sort of prey that could be lurking out there. She did her best to keep a positive mindset, knowing that their patrol would succeed today. Surely the icy conditions wouldn't ruin their hunt, she knew they were successful together.
A strange scent caused Monarchlightning's nose to twitch when she realized it was the scent of a predator– a grey fox, to be specific. Following that was the scent of blood which meant that the fox's possible kill was nearby too. The dark grey classic tabby's gaze narrowed as she stalked forward, her tail held low to the ground. She then noticed the grey fox who was feeding on a deer carcass. A buck? There's no way a fox could kill a deer, she thought, sharing a glance with her patrolmates. "I say we take care of the fox. If it thinks it can scavenge on our territory, we need to teach it a lesson," Monarchlightning suggested as she returned her focus to the predator.
Once the patrol had agreed on battling with the fox, the young warrior took off, completely fixated on earning their next meal. She postured herself aggressively, forcing the grey fox to take a defensive position. Its dark eyes widened as Monarchlightning's bright blue eyes gleamed with cleverness. The molly moved forward with Whisperingheart in the lead. Monarchlightning kept herself between Whisperingheart and Wrenpaw in case her apprentice needed protection or if they had to flee. Suddenly, her littermate took the chance to go after the scavenger. A wild look appeared in Monarchlightning's eyes, shocked by Whisperingheart's decision; it was quite a brave move that caused the fox to flee. With a big grin on her face, the grey tabby glanced at her sister. "Whisperingheart, that was amazing!" she meowed, beaming at the speckled warrior. "I think you've earned this catch on your own. Let's gather what we can and carry it back to camp."
Once she carved a good amount of venison out of the deer carcass, Monarchlightning glanced at Wrenpaw and Whisperingheart while they did the same. She knew they had gathered enough prey for a few days, if not more. As long as it could feed the clan and didn't spoil, YewClan would have a great meal. As soon as the trio were done scavenging, she allowed Wrenpaw and Whisperingheart to pad ahead of her and into camp.
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Post by Dew on Sept 27, 2024 20:56:27 GMT -5
Lightshard Warrior Ceremony || with Yewclan Lightpaw had been working herself. She knew that she was a moon behind, that her and Wrenpaw were a moon behind. Lightpaw had been working herself, because she needed to become a warrior. She needed that name. Warriors were calm, collected. They knew how to handle things. Maybe once she got her name, everything would get better. Lightpaw was old enough to know that it wouldn't bring Icepaw back. It wouldn't bring Gustkit back. They never got to be warriors, and so Lightpaw was going to be a warrior for them. Her and Wrenpaw, one of each of their fallen littermates.
It was dusk, the sun sinking below the horizon when the meeting was called. It disrupted her daily schedule, ducking out of the apprentices den to see what it was for. Then it hit her. She was going to become a warrior. Wrenpaw was beside her and together they made their way to the highrock, where they stood among their clanmates.
Lightpaw was called first. She was smart enough to know that meant Wrenpaw wasn't getting her warrior name today. Wrenpaw had been called first when they had been apprenticed, had been born first. She had been older. And yet she was still not a warrior.
Clearing her throat, Lightpaw spoke the words that would make everything better. She hoped. "I do." Her name was now Lightshard. Shard. Lightshard. Like a shard of light?
If you were to ask, everything was not better. The realization crushed her like a thorn, and she almost hissed aloud. Wrenpaw was not made a warrior, like she had thought. Her clanmates were cheering her new name and she smiled at them, gave them a nod. Then she left, sitting down at the entrance to the camp. Wrenpaw hadn't been made a warrior. She hadn't been good enough. Hadn't been focused. Hadn't been prepared. Lightshard was fast, silent. She was formidable. She knew she still had a lot to learn, but she was a pretty strong fighter already.
Before, when she had been thinking that each of them would carry a name for one of their littermates, she was wrong. Lightshard would carry that. They would be together, as one, until she joined them in the stars.
Lightshard thought she knew everything about life. At least I still have Wrenpaw and Mistleheart, or will they be taken too? Will I end up being the last one left? At least she still had Wrenpaw. A littermates bond was like no other, and losing one of them was like a tear of her own being. Lightshard understood that now. She understood that being a warrior wouldn't fix anything. I'll just have to find something that will then. And I won't stop until I do.
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Post by jaybun! on Sept 28, 2024 2:04:45 GMT -5
 HAZELPELT
Border patrol with Hopbramble and Heavy! - gave a gift to Seedflower - x
Hazelpelt trotted alongside Heavy. She fought to keep her eyes fixed ahead, on the back of Hopbramble who led the two other mollies along PlumClan's border. Really, the deputy should've been the one in the lead, but Hazelpelt was in no position to argue. Her eyes slid to the left, trailing along the splashes of sun that made Heavy's coat shine-
The cinnamon tabby warrior held back a squeak of embarrassment, her ears burning despite leafbare's cold. It's not fair! Hazelpelt whined to herself, tail twitching. Heavy was just so tall and maybe, somehow, liked spending time with Hazelpelt too; and it was...! Awful! Amazing! Golly, was she glad no other cat could hear the inside of her head. She hoped. It still wasn't all that clear to her what exactly Starclan could and could not do.
It was a blessing to come across PlumClan's own border patrol. Hazelpelt didn't want a fight, but she'd take just about anything to get out of her own head. She raised a tail to the unfamiliar warriors to wave, and then dropped it the second she caught Hopbramble's tense frame in the corner of her eye. The former rogue's ears were pinned back, clearly unhappy about something with the PlumClan cats. There hadn't been any trouble with the other clans lately, had there? Hazelpelt settled on a respectful, neutral, nod instead. She'd hate to provoke either side, be that PlumClan or Hopbramble.
Sometime later, they were on their way back to camp, duty done for the day. Hazelpelt mewed farewell to Heavy and Hopbramble, determined to do some hunting before taking a rest. She'd overheard that Seedflower enjoyed a thrush, and the young tom seemed like he needed a bit of joy after everything. Being stuck in the packed medicine den surely didn't help matters. With any luck, the injured would be back on their paws within the moon. |
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Post by polarized on Sept 29, 2024 4:44:17 GMT -5
Wrenpaw Lightshard’s Ceremony & Shares Flowerclan Gossip with Lightshard {--} with Lightshard Wrenpaw followed her sister out of the apprentice den, seeing the meeting being called. Wrenpaw knew well enough that she wasn’t ready. But Lightpaw was. She touched noses with her sister, before watching her step up. Monarchlightning wouldn’t have told Dapplestar that Wrenpaw was ready. She could guess that, well enough. She cheered the loudest when Lightpaw was renamed Lightshard, and saw her sit down in the clearing. Wrenpaw walked over to Lightshard, sitting next to her. She felt her flank against hers, the two littermate’s keeping eachother warm. Lightshard was the only littermate Wrenpaw had left, and she wasn’t going to give up. Wrenpaw was going to work just as hard until she had her warrior name too. She shared tongues with her sister, before congratulating her. “Well done! You deserve your warrior name. Gustkit and Icepaw will be so proud,” She purred, touching noses with Lightshard again.
“You won’t believe what I heard last gathering, an apprentice from BurdockClan told me that Flowerclan apprentices train with mud stuck in their fur. No wonder they can’t hear the other clans, it’s stuck in their ears!” She purred with her sister. Wrenpaw might not be ready yet, but she will be. Soon they would be warriors together. Wrenpaw Patrol {--} with Whisperingheart & Monarchlightning Wrenpaw followed after her mentor and Whisperingheart. The two were Hopbramble’s kits, and Wrenpaw knew well enough now they belonged in Yewclan. Wrenpaw might had questioned that when she was younger, but after the battle, they had earned their right as warriors. Wrenpaw didn’t know how she couldn’t have seen that before. She looked to Monarchlightning, who had found a grey fox. The grey and white molly nodded to her mentors idea and followed after the two warriors. She could tell her mentor was trying to protect her, but it only seemed to annoy Wrenpaw. She could take care of herself, and Monarchlightning was in her way of actually battling the fox. The molly managed to get one swipe at the fox’s muzzle, her head bursting with the excitement of battle.
It was then that Wrenpaw watched Whisperingheart chase the fox. She hadn’t expected that, and looking at her mentor, Monarchlightning hadn’t expected it either. “That was cool!” Wrenpaw said proudly, before helping the warriors pick up some of the prey. This would feed the clan, and maybe prove to Dapplestar that she could be made a warrior next moon. Just maybe, she might finally get her own ceremony. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 29, 2024 20:41:46 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
training patrol with puddlefog - asrise & lightshard - Dew
The territory was swathed in a chilly blanket, the wind a sharp icicle piercing into even the thickest of pelts. Ice gleamed from the faint sunlight that trickled through the gloomy clouds, clouds that carried the threat of snow and even more ice. This was the sort of weather that made Slatefoot want to curl up in her nest and keep warm, but this was also the sort of weather that she needed to put in her all and do everything she could for the Clan.
Rather than stay curled up in her warm nest all day, Slatefoot had agreed to take two of the Clan’s newer warriors out for some training. The rogues were gone and no imminent threat lay on YewClan’s horizon, but it was never a bad idea to practice and keep a warrior’s skill sharp and ready. Slatefoot did feel a little at unease with her task today, hoping that neither Puddlefog nor Lightshard would think she was still treating them as apprentices when they were clearly warriors, but surely if either of them had those thoughts one of the two would have said something by now. That's what she kept telling herself to make her feel better at least.
Braving the cold - or more like strategically placing herself between Lightshard and Puddlefog so that the wind didn’t directly hit her - Slatefoot didn’t stop until she and her patrolmates were centered around a clearing with enough room so that they could stretch out and practice hunting and fighting techniques. Even Slatefoot found herself catching on to new techniques as she watched the two younger warriors, her earlier discontent with the cold forgotten about as a newfound excitement sparked within her.
Closer to the end of the training session, Slatefoot had stopped her own practice to see how the other two were faring. It was then that she noticed Puddlefog practicing his hunting stance, and while it was a stance that worked well in any other condition, the snow and ice was different. Slatefoot raised her tail to grab his attention, blinking slowly in hopes that her words wouldn’t rub the tom the wrong way. ”Your hunting crouch is great,” she mewed, offering a purr, ”but when the weather is snowy and icy like this, it’s actually better to take even lighter steps than you usually do. Snow crunches just like fallen leaves, so you want to be even more aware of where you’re setting your paws.” The rosette covered molly hoped her words hadn’t come off as rude. She knew she was the last cat that needed to be giving hunting advice, but she wanted to see Puddlefog succeed, and if she could somehow help with that then Slatefoot would do everything in her power to do just that. |
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Post by Dew on Sept 30, 2024 5:19:09 GMT -5
Whisperingheart Hunting Patrol & Wonders how loners will cope with the cold || with Monarchlighting, Wrenpaw The forest was finally at peace, and they had for some moons. It was fun to live the clan life without the threat of rogues hanging over your head. It had been like that her entire life, and it felt freeing to be able to confidently walk around her territory. Sure she had before, but it had been tense, a looming dread. Now she was free.
The forest now was crisp and icy, a frost having come early the moon before, leaving the forest cold under her paws. It was times like this when she wished she had a longer pelt, one that kept her warm in the colder moons. One that was at least thicker than this one.
It made her think about how the loners were doing. They lived alone, and some might have as short of a pelt as she did! The only difference was that they didn't get to snuggle up agaist their clanmates when it got really cold, like she could.
The ice and frost crackling under her paws again, Whisperingheart was glad she was patrolling with her sister, Monarchlighting. She was the first of them to get an apprentice, taking over Wrenpaw's training after Whorldusk was killed in the battle with the rogues. The older apprentice should almost be done her training, her sister Lightshard having graduated only a few days ago. But Whisperingheart understood having to have a few extra moons to train, better than most. She had graduated three moons late because last leafabre she had been stuck in the medicine den with whitecough. Hm. This is my first leafbare out of camp, now that I think about it.
Trailing behind Monarchlighting, a cat that she didn't mind letting lead, Whisperingheart was the last of them to catch the scent of the fox, wrinkling her nose to the sour scent. A fox was never welcome on Yewclan's territory, and that meant the patrol would have to drive it away. Fighting a fox was different from fighting at cat, but it still gave her an unease. Fighting was the only thing that made her feel like she couldn't do something, like it was out of her reach. It was mostly due to the fact that she didn't like it, didn't like hurting another living thing, but foxes were different. They weren't as smart as cats were, their only drive was to kill.
They quickly agreed to fight the fox, taking off into a run and leaping directly into battle once they caught sight of the animal's grey fur. Somehow Whisperingheart had taken the lead, and her eyes narrowed with a determinedness. Prey was already becoming scarce, and they couldn't share with a kit-stealing predator.
It didn't take long for her to find a crack in the foxes defenses, and she wanted this creature gone. It might be a little dangerous, but so was fighting the rogues, and she had managed that. This fox was not as dangerous as things she had faced in the past, and Whisperingheart didn't give herself another moment to think.
Racing forward, the grey speckled molly took and claw and dug it into the foxes flank, leaving a long, deep gash on the side. The fox leaped back in surprise, disappearing into the bushes as it made its way out of Yewclan territory. Turning back to the rest of the patrol, Whisperingheart was glad to see the look of surprise in their eyes, and dipped her head to the compliments she received. "You did great to guys! I wouldn't be surprised if you got your name next moon Wrenpaw!" She mewed, beaming at the apprentice.
"I think you've earned this catch on your own. Let's gather what we can and carry it back to camp." Monarchlighting cut into their congratulations, reminding them they were on a hunting patrol, and had to bring something back to the fresh-kill pile. Moving to pick up the most of the deer she could, they made their way back to camp, victory fresh in their minds.
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Post by asrise on Sept 30, 2024 23:24:15 GMT -5
 Puddlefog (TW: Blood, Death) Hunting - Disappearance Puddlefog wriggled out of his nest, padding through the frozen ground of the camp. It was deep into leaf-bare, and the clan needed food and direction more than ever. He grimaced, looking at Dapplestar’s den. We could use a better example… When the leader pulled herself out of her den, he was there in front of her. After all, he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind.
“Dapplestar. I know it’s really not my place, but I can’t help but notice that you’ve never really seemed to be… present. I know that being a leader is hard, and losing cats is even worse, but the cats that live here and now need you to be strong!” He paused, watching as the molly opened her mouth to respond, a little taken aback by his directness. So he continued. “Everyone else also has to deal with all this loss too. You aren’t responsible for it, but you are responsible to lead us. It’s not fair, but you have to be the strong one. Otherwise we might as well have Heavy be our leader. At least she seems to carry the weight.”
It took a while, but the two pulled away from their argument, Puddlefog mumbling haphazardly about going on a hunting patrol. But who should I go with? There’s only a few uninjured cats available… maybe Whisperingheart would be interested. It only took a little convincing for Puddlefog to coax the short-furred warrior out of the camp, even on a day as cold as this. Everyone needed fresh-kill, after all. But as Puddlefog moved further into the deep snow of the forest, she stayed behind. That’s okay. I have the longer fur, after all. I just have to make sure I don’t freeze out here.
Though the blanketed snow drifts made moving a bit difficult, Puddlefog soon latched onto a scent. Parting his jaws to take it in, a spark of fear jolted up his spine as he identified it. Dog! And not just that… A really big dog, no… a wolf! He’d only heard of such creatures in stories and through distant howls at the edge of their territory, heard of packs of them that travelled far to the north. But this was just a single one. That’s bad enough.
Before he could even turn around towards camp, Puddlefog heard pawsteps crunch through the snow around him. His fur stood up on his back, and he picked up his pace. But all too late! The scent of wolf hit him as a massive grey dog burst through the woods in front of him, turning to charge at him. The young warrior leapt away, but pain lanced up his leg as massive canines crushed through flesh and bone. He tumbled into a heap, his heart thumping through his body as the wolf stalked up to him.
Gritting his teeth in a loud hiss, Puddlefog heaved himself to his paws, his fur fluffing out. So it would have to be a fight. I know just how hungry this wolf is… I can’t let it reach Whisperingheart, or worse, YewClan camp! He let out an ear-splitting caterwaul, springing at the throat of the massive wolf, claws outstretched and slashing at anything in reach. I’m a strong warrior, but even I know I can’t outrun a wolf injured like this! But I’ll die on my paws if YewClan can be prepared for this!
The fight wasn’t long, but it felt like hours as Puddlefog dropped to the ground, pain seething through another bite as he sprang to tear at the belly of the beast in front of him, earning him a heavy kick that sent him flying backwards into a snow drift. The breath left him as he wriggled upwards once again, only adrenaline keeping him up now as his wounds bled out. The snow was now stained red with it, but Puddlefog took a grim satisfaction in knowing that just as much of it was from the wolf. His claws were extended, a couple torn out already.
The wolf approached once again.
Puddlefog couldn’t move out of the way.
Scarletdrift. Forgive me.
It struck, knocking him around like a little kit as it plunged straight for his throat. Puddlefog’s claws flashed, tearing ruthlessly at any scrap of sensitivity it could reach and hissing violently with his last wheezing breaths. He smashed a last blow into the mouth of the wolf as it picked him up and shook him, having already taken the killing blow.
Suddenly, the pain drained away completely, and Puddlefog watched lazily as the forest spun and shook, barely aware of the teeth fastened into his jugular or his claws dragging through the maw of the wolf. Its eyes were wild, but there was the same desperation that occupied his own. It’s not in any place to attack camp. Not anymore. That’s good enough, isn’t it?
Isn’t it?
OOC -- No not againnnn  I’ll miss you Puddlefog… I was looking forward to seeing him through his life story and… I guess I’ve done just that. |
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Post by cometchaos on Oct 1, 2024 15:25:28 GMT -5
 Shadepatch--A much needed break
-Made a mess of the herbs and is panicking-Shadepatch was sorting herbs, having gotten up early, before the other cats in the medicine den woke up, but she was mostly thinking about...well, about a lot of things. But mostly about Puddlefog's death. She didn't really know what to think about it. Starclan seemed to by claiming so many young cats for the recent moons. She didn't know if it was Starclan's doing, or just chance, that Puddlefog had stumbled upon a wolf, wlone. Just chance that the rogues appeared and killed so many innocent cats. Just chance that Stormmask had gotten injured the same moon that Shadepatch moved into the nursery and wasn't able to help. Shadepatch snapped out of her thoughts for a moment, realising that she had made an absolute mess of the herbs. Oh no. She had no idea what to do to fix it, and was beginning to panic, but maybe she could fix it. Flashspeckle was still asleep, and she was sure she would have enoguh time. Probably.
Later, once everyone had woken up, Shadepatch had succeeded in fixing the herb stores. Kinda. She fixed it enough for Flashspeckle not to mention it, at least.
It was too cold and snowy to gather herbs, but with how full the medicine den was, she needed a place to get away. Once she and Flashspeckle had made sure all the patients were settled, she took him to the empty nursery, to have a moment to recharge away from her duties for some time. She kept silent, simply just sitting there and watching her clanmates go about their days.
[[ OOC: I'm BACCCCCKKKKK! Sorry for not interacting much for the past few moons, but I've finally managed to do something :) ]]
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Post by tigersdoroar on Oct 1, 2024 16:04:19 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________* Tries to cheer up Dapplestar
* gets shivering from hunting with Pondspeckle and MistleheartAmberrise, continuing his crusade to get to know his clanmates better, had spent the morning trying to cheer up Dapplestar. However, as much as Amberrise tried, it seemed that his leader could not get over the loss of her clanmates. It had disheartened Amberrise to not be able to talk positively with her, but perhaps he could not get to know all of his clanmates and their fun stories until they were ready to share themselves. The dark tom reasoned that he would try again another day.
Later that day, Heavy assigned Amberrise to a hunting patrol with Pondspeckle and Mistleheart, and he was elated! It had been snowing for days, keeping the clan hungry, but it was clear now. A perfect time to bond with some of his clanmates and feed the rest! Spotting Pondspeckle and Mistleheart near the center of camp, Amberrise hurried over, ready to go.
"Hello Mistleheart! Hello Pondspeckle! Are we ready to head out? We can probably get a good hunt in before it starts snowing again. The clan certainly needs whatever we can get while we have a chance, just as Heavy said," Amberrise meowed in greeting. Then, after a few moments of chatter, the group headed out. However, it seemed as though Starclan was against them, for right when they exited camp it began to snow once again. Large heavy flakes fell out of the sky, blanketing each cat in snow. Soon, Amberrise began to look more like a tuxedo cat than a tortoiseshell.
The cats did not give up, however, and they trudged on, searching high and low for any prey that may have also taken a chance to explore during the short break in the weather. As time passed, snow accumulated on the ground and in the sky, dropping the visibility to near zero. Amberrise was hungry, but he was also cold and could no longer feel his feet. This was not going well. After a few more minutes passed, the tom became overwhelmed with concern for his own health, and ran to find the older warriors.
"H-hey, I don't mean to be a bother to you both... but I can't make it much longer in this weather. I-I can't feel my paws!"
Amberrise shivered violently. "Sh-should we go back to camp?"_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ OOC: Brr!
stormshade1 (Pondspeckle) Sapphirejas (Mistleheart)
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 1, 2024 18:06:20 GMT -5
Seedflower »
heard an owl, prances where flashspeckle can see him
Snow drifted into camp from the chilling winds outside. Leaf-bare’s early dusk was nearing, Seedflower able to notice how the world around was darkening, the shadows around camp lengthening with each passing second. Night was on the way, becoming earlier and earlier every day. In the distance Seedflower could hear the haunting hoots of an owl, the sharp-taloned bird surely eager to find any animal small enough to carry back to its nest. Seedflower’s fur ruffled uneasily - they were lucky the Clan didn’t have any young kits or apprentices to worry about with an owl in the territory and close enough to camp to hear, but other dangers lurked within YewClan’s borders.
The young tom slowly cast his gaze toward the center of camp, chilled not from the wind but from the memory of Puddlefog’s bodiless vigil just a few nights before. He had been lounging just outside the medicine cat den when Whisperingheart had returned from her patrol, stumbling on her paws and frantic, babbling about large canine pawprints and a grotesque painting of blood tainting the snow. Dapplestar and Heavy had been quick to send out a patrol while Whisperingheart had been escorted to the healers for some shock relief. When the patrol returned they were downcast and somber. Puddlefog had not been found, only blood and large prints in the snow the only sign of what had surely been his final stand. That night the Clan had sat vigil for the young warrior, though none had mourned as heavily for his loss as Scarletdrift. Pain ached in his chest. Kits was not something Seedflower had, but he could imagine just how terrible it must feel to outlive your offspring.
Seedflower’s ears flicked behind him in the direction of the medicine cat den. How heartbroken was his mother knowing she had outlived two of her kits?
Pawsteps clicked softly just behind him, Seedflower thinking for just a second that he had willed his mother into existence just by thinking of her, but when he turned to look over his shoulder it was not the familiar tortoiseshell pattern of his mother, but rather the familiar gray ticked tabby pelt of Flashspeckle, his mother’s apprentice. Instant heat rushed underneath the mottled tom’s pelt, ears and cheeks flushing with an increase of blood flow. His heart turned into the wings of a hummingbird, beating wildly against his chest. Despite all the grief that lingered from Puddlefog’s passing, Seedflower couldn’t stop the rush of emotion that pulsed through him at the sight of Flashspeckle. He had been enamored by the other tom ever since he could remember, finding Flashspeckle to be a rather charming tom even when they had been kits. It had been a few seasons since he had last thought of that kithood crush he had had, but now that he was stuck in the medicine cat den and interacting with Flashspeckle more than usual, those old feelings were resurfacing, rearing its head all over again.
Unable to stop himself Seedflower stood straight and tall, his paws giving a few little taps along the ground. Chest puffed he held his breath, making a silent wish that the other tom had noticed the little prance and how he was standing. If Flashspeckle did notice would he even say anything? Would he even give Seedflower the time of day - or in this case, the time of dusk? The warrior had to wonder if Flashspeckle even thought anything of Seedflower; after all, it wasn’t like they interacted all that much, and Seedflower had almost been convinced that his feelings for Flashspeckle had ended when he had been apprenticed, but now… The beating of his heart and the rush of warmth crawling under his pelt was telling Seedflower otherwise. His heart still harbored feelings for the ticked tabby, and he prayed to StarClan that the young medicine cat would return this feelings some day if he didn’t already.
Slatefoot »
hunting with dawnshade - chocolatemilk7 & myrtlesprout - jaybun! said she'd cover for monarchlightning but forgot
can't stand patrolling with petaltree
& misses thrushfleck
Creaking wood underneath the weight of fresh snowfall put Slatefoot at unease. She glanced from side to side, up and down, unsure on whether or not she wanted to follow Dawnshade and Myrtlesprout into the abandoned twoleg structure. Every groan of wood and every shudder of the structure ruffled Slatefoot’s pelt, her heart thudding against her ribcage. Stiff shoulders rolled slowly underneath her fur as she took a tentative step closer. Dawnshade and Myrtlesprout were already inside. Slatefoot could just make out the figures of her Clanmates as they sniffed around piles of old twoleg objects, their movements wary but much more fluid and at ease than Slatefoot’s.
She swallowed, throat dry. Her Clan needed prey, and if prey was going to be anywhere it would be somewhere semi-protected from the weather. If she inspired to be YewClan’s leader one day then she needed to prove to her patrolmates that she was brave enough to conquer anything, even if that anything was a creaky old den that looked ready to fall at any moment.
As she ventured inside the structure Slatefoot was immediately greeted with the warm scents of prey. Her uneasiness slowly shifted into delight, and it didn’t take long for all of her misgivings to vanish. Hunting had never been the spotted warrior’s strong suit, but this structure was teeming with prey, and by the time the patrol had finished Slatefoot had caught enough prey that would have even put Thruhfleck’s impeccable hunting skills to shame.
Thrushfleck.
Slatefoot dropped her catches down by her paws. She glanced down to her paws, her heart following suit. Where was he? Was he even still alive? They had fought the rogues off successfully but with no answers or even hints as to where her brother had been taken. If he was still alive was he well fed and okay? Was he trying to find his way back home? How would she explain to him that two of his kits had never lived to become warriors?
Movement flashing nearby pulled the warrior out of her reverie. Dawnshade was stalking another mouse nearby, the tortoiseshell’s presence bringing back much earlier thoughts Slatefoot had about two of his littermates - shame was the first emotion to flood her. Just a few days ago she had promised to cover for Monarchlightning on a patrol the gray tabby couldn’t make, but Slatefoot had forgotten all about the swap in shifts. Heavy had been understanding and had simply assigned another warrior on the patrol, but Slatefoot had been embarrassed and shamed, and she had yet to actually apologize to Monarchlightning about the situation. Her mind then wandered to Petaltree, one of Dawnshade’s other littermates. There was nothing wrong with Petaltree per say, but there was just something about her that wasn’t Slatefoot’s favorite. Patrolling alongside her just wasn’t as thrilling as it could be, though a part of her wondered if this annoyance was spurred on by the fact that every time she saw Petaltree she was reminded of Foxclove, her former apprentice who had been needlessly killed by the rogues when they had poisoned prey. Petaltree had been Foxclove’s apprentice, and Slatefoot knew how grief could manifest into annoyance. It was an illogical source of annoyance, something that Slatefoot needed to work on, but she had time for that. That could be worked on later. Right now she needed to pick herself up out of her mindless thoughts and focus on hunting.
By the time Dawnshade had called for the patrol to head back to camp, the three warriors had their jaws stuffed with prey. The twoleg structure had been a gamble, but it had certainly proved a rich hunting ground. The Clan would be well fed for the following days.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 1, 2024 18:08:23 GMT -5
Heavy »
A flicker of movement out of the corner of Heavy’s eye grabbed the calico’s attention as she rubbed her cheek along the sparse bushes that marked the border between YewClan and BurdockClan. The Clan deputy paused in her steps, craning her head forward and gazing out toward the fields that created BurdockClan’s main territory. A flash of movement was spotted once more, and before long the sparse grasses unraveled to reveal a BurdockClan patrol bearing the border. Heavy flicked her tail, silently signaling to Monarchlightning and Petaltree that enemy warriors were nearby but it was to remain civil.
A dusty brown tabby headed the patrol, her tail drooped and amber eyes glazed over, seemingly tired. Heavy tilted her head, taking in the sight of the warriors patrolling behind her; they all appeared tired, ribs protruding from their flanks and pelts dull. The YewClan deputy’s eyes softened while the BurdockClan patrol leader’s eyes hardened, shooting a glare toward Heavy and her cats. Heavy took a step forward. ”Good morning!” She called out, attempting to show the other patrol that she and her cats were friendly, but the brown tabby and her own patrolmates remained silent, continuing to walk their border as if no cat had just called out to them.
Heavy huffed. Rude.
It did get her to wondering. Was BurdockClan going through hardships right now? All the Clans were given that it was the thick of leaf-bare, but the BurdockClan cats looked particularly worse for wear. Perhaps she’d mention that to Dapplestar when her patrol returned to camp. Not that it appeared BurdockClan wanted any help, but Heavy felt compelled to at least relay this encounter to her Clan leader just in case this did lead to something bigger in the next few moons. |
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Post by Dew on Oct 1, 2024 21:15:24 GMT -5
Scarletdrift Is eavesdropping on Puddlefog, Catches Yellowcough & Puddlefog's Death || with names It seemed all he did these days was lay in camp, listening to the gossip from the cats that came and went as well as conversing with Spottedfur on the daily. The other elder and himself had become even closer than they had before they had both moved together. The only times he left camp nowadays was when he went to gatherings. Now he wouldn't miss those for the world, it was rather fun to joke around with his buddies from other clans, although he and Spottedfur were some of the oldest cats there, the only cat getting close was a cat called Quickshade, Plumclan's former medicine cat.
The days had been getting colder and colder as leafbare covered the world in a powdery snow, covering the forest in a wet white blanket. Blizzards had been frequent, many a patrol coming back empty-pawed or having had to turn around because a snowstorm had stopped them from continuing. Leafbare was always harsh, with the last one having killed Coppersplash from just the cold. It seemed this time around patrols were even more cautious to not stay out too long, as they should. Scarletdrift always made note of what patrol Puddlefog was going on, and seeing that he had returned. His son had fought well in the battle against the rogues, earning his name twice over, but Scarletdrift had a right to be concerned.
Today Puddlefog was on a hunting patrol with Whisperingheart, found out by overhearing Puddlefog mention it to his clanmates after he was assigned. They had left recently, Scarletdrift believing that he had nothing to worry about.
It felt like it had been hours, and neither one of the cats had returned. Scarletdrift had starting to get quite ansty, a feeling that he hadn't felt often. Why would he ever get nervous? Even in his old age Scarletdrift could defeat any foe! But Scarletdrift's apprehensive feeling turned into shock and grief when Whisperingheart burst into camp, her usual confident demeanor panicked and shocked, her eyes wide with fear. Puddlefog was not with her.
He didn't quite hear what the grey she-cat had said to Heavy but they talked for a few moments, the calico deputy saying something sternly to Whisperingheart and another cat guided her to the medicine den. Heavy then turned and gathered a few of the warriors near her who quickly shot out of camp, fear glistening in their eyes.
When the returned, Puddlefog was not with them. It was annouced that Puddlefog had been killed by a large doglike creature, most likely a wolf. There was no body to be found, only blood. Shock rippled through Scarletdrift's body, and he let out a hoarse cough. What? But Puddlefog was so young! How could Starclan take another one of his children? First Frostfleck, then Beesong. Now Puddlefog? He had been younger than the two sisters, and he had still died. Why do I have to live through all of this?
The vigil was long and sad, as a vigil should be. Scarletdrift couldn't stop the coughs from coming out, one by one, until they became even more frequent. Shadepatch and Flashspeckle both tried to hoax him away from the vigil back to his nest for some rest, but Scarletdrift refused.
He paid the price.
The next morning, Scarletdrift was stuck in the medicine den. Yellowcough. Not as deadly as redcough, but in the middle of leafbare for a cat of his age... it might as well be. He had survived yellowcough before, but Scarletdrift had been a lot younger than. He didn't want to die, but better him than another one of his younger clanmates. If he went then he would be able to see all his kits again, as well as Bubblingheart. But I'm still here, and I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. The old tom thought, his claws curling into the dirt below his paws. Sickness won't take me down. Mentions Spottedfur, Puddlefog, Shadepatch, Flashspeckle || @tag [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by Dew on Oct 2, 2024 5:58:44 GMT -5
Whisperingheart Hunting Patrol || with Puddlefog Whisperingheart hated leafbare. It was cold and wet, two things that ruffed her fur the wrong way, and yet clan life still had to go on. The cats still had to hunt and protect their borders from other cats and predators alike. It was this time of year that foxes and badgers were the most dangerous, starving and willing to do anything for their next meal.
It was today that she was patrolling with Puddlefog, a young warrior but not the youngest anymore now that Wrenice and Lightshard had gotten their promotions. He was becoming a fine warrior, and his long pelt made it easier for him to hunt and patrol during the winter.
It was because of this that they had decided to separate, Whisperingheart hunting closer to camp and Puddlefog venturing out to hunt a little further out. It made sense, she supposed, and they agreed to meet at dusk, which wasn't that far away.
It hadn't been long, but scent trails were not something that Whisperingheart had found an abundance of, only finding one or two stale ones. She hadn't really had the chance to hunt in leafbare before, but she was determined to learn. There had to be a secret, right?
Finally finding a fresher trail, Whisperingheart followed it, only to find it stopped in the middle of nowhere. Where could it have gone? Underground? Thinking that it wasn't the worst idea, Whipseringheart started to dig, and was rewarded. There was a vole hiding under the surface, Really thin and barely a mouthful but it was better than nothing.
Oh no! Time had seemed to get away from her, and she was already late to their meetup! Racing back to the clearing where they had started, Whisperingheart was suprised to find that Puddlefog was not here yet, and so she waited.
And waited, and waited. Darkness had fallen over the clan, the moon now fully out now. And Puddlefog had not returned. Her nerves sparked high, her eyes rounding. Where could he be? She got to her paws and raced back to camp, faster than she had every run before. Bursting in, she quickly found Heavy, gasping and panting. "Puddlefog- lost- didn't come back!" She managed to get out. Heavy seemed to understand and started to get a search party together.
She had not been allowed on the search party, instead staying in the medicine den for the shock. When they got back, they reported that Puddlefog was dead. Dead. My fault. [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by polarized on Oct 2, 2024 15:17:12 GMT -5
Wrenice Warrior Ceremony & Visits Sister with the news {--} with Lightshard Wrenpaw knew today was the day. She had seen the way Monarchlightning had talked to Dapplestar. She had told her she was ready to be a warrior. Finally! She could join her sister in the warrior’s den, once she recovers from her whitecough. Which she will. Wrenpaw would never let any of her kin die again. She couldn’t handle it. She stepped in front of the crowd, staring up at her leader expectantly.
“I do!” She spoke the words proudly, making sure to look as confident and polite as possible. Her clanmates had to understand she was ready.
Wrenice, honoured for her responsibility. That was a cool name. It was something to remark that she had gained her warrior name in leaf-bare. She couldn’t wait to tell Lightshard! She walked out from the crowd, telling herself she would take a vigil later. Her sister needed her first. She remembered that her sister enjoyed rabbits, and seeing one on the pile, she made sure to grab it and take it to her littermate. She padded into the den, raising her tail when she saw Lightshard. “I got my warrior name! I’m Wrenice, now.” She purred, sitting beside her sister. It pained her to see her sister in such a sickened state. She dropped the rabbit at her paws, nudging it in front of Lightshard. “Once I get to the warriors den, I’ll make sure to make my nest next to yours. Nothing can ever separate us again.” She touched noses with her sister. [[ I love this duo so much ]] Wrenice Patrol {--} with Dapplestar & Hopbramble Wrenice followed the experienced warriors, one of them a graceful leader, the other a well-earned rogue who has earned the title of warrior. “It sure is cold!” Wrenice shivered, feeling her fur stick to her skin. “I guess Wrenice isn’t that logical, huh?” She purred, trying to get a reaction from the warriors. She just shrugged, then took the lead, ready for anything. The long vigil had filled her with energy. She was ready for anything. She was the first to realise paw prints in the snow, which she alerted to the two mollies. “Look! Pawprints!” She waited until they caught up, then continued. “No patrol has been out since the last snow, right?” Before she could finish, Hopbramble had taken the lead. Come on, She had obviously found the pawprints! But she knew better than to speak like that in front of Dapplestar, so she just followed them both.
The patrol followed the pawprints, before finding a loner. They had apologised for crossing the border, blaming it on the snow. Wrenice could see their fear from their tense body movements, being faced by 3 enemy warriors. The molly was almost disappointed he left without a fight. She wanted to show her new warrior skills in front of the two warriors. However, it was good no blood was shed on Yewclan ground. The patrol had made their way back to camp, in which Wrenice had decided to chill in the corner of the camp, realising she now watched it with new eyes. How could she have never seen it so beautiful until now? |
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Post by Sand on Oct 2, 2024 17:15:36 GMT -5
Monarchlightning : - BurdockClan border patrol
- thanks Hayfeather for covering for her
- spends her free time watching ice float down the river
The snow covered grounds felt frigid against Monarchlightning's dark paws as she followed Heavy and Petaltree to the BurdockClan border. Once the trio had arrived, she began marking a sparse bush with her cheek and tail as she noticed that Heavy had paused, craning over to look at BurdockClan's side of the border. Though the enemy clan's territory was mostly made up of fields, the dark grey tabby's interest was piqued once the calico deputy flicked her tail– there was a BurdockClan patrol headed their way. Even though Heavy had insisted for them to stay civil, Monarchlightning was slightly reluctant to do so. However, she gave a sharp nod to the deputy, obligated to follow her rules.
As soon as the tired dusty brown tabby appeared, so did the rest of the small patrol. Each cat looked exhausted, their eyes drooping with fatigue, their pelts dull and ribs poking out from their figure. Monarchlightning wanted to say something, but Heavy had beat her to it. At the sound of the calico's greeting, only one of the BurdockClan members acknowledged the YewClan patrol with a hardened glare. She rolled her blue eyes, holding back a scoff. Do they have no manners? she wondered as her gaze followed the BurdockClan cats who continued onwards with the rest of their patrols.
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Despite the cold, Monarchlightning found herself sitting beside the river whenever she had free time. It allowed her to have some time to think about recent events, like Puddlefog's death. The young warrior had given his life for his clan after being killed by a wolf. She could only imagine how Whisperingheart was feeling. It had to have been traumatic and Monarchlightning made a note to check up on her later. The dark grey tabby glanced up from the icy river and realized she had missed her first patrol of the day. Luckily, she had asked Hayfeather to cover for her ahead of time. She was thankful that the warrior had done as she had asked. "Thanks for covering for me, Hayfeather!" she told the silver tabby cat with a dip of her head before hurrying off.
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Post by Sand on Oct 2, 2024 17:38:41 GMT -5
Spottedfur : - tells stories of Frostfleck
- chats with Whisperingheart & it leaves him hopeful
“Now I know not many of you will remember Frostfleck or know anything about her, but she was once our deputy,” Spottedfur began as he settled down in the snow covered clearing with some prey at his paws. Then, the usual rambling continued as he told his story. “She was Dapplestar’s mentor and taught her everything she knows. I remember one time Frostfleck, Scarletdrift, Beesong and I found a trespasser on YewClan territory, near the northern border. We found their paw prints in the mud and we were able to scare it off because there were four of us. The rogue gave in immediately! They didn’t stand a chance against us, certainly not with Frostfleck leading us.”
Once he had finished telling his story about Frostfleck, Spottedfur could only wonder how Scarletdrift was feeling. He had lost his three kits, all to unfortunate events. The three were all fairly young too, but not as young as Puddlefog. It was clear that his denmate was in shock. He felt plenty of sympathy for the white and ginger tom, who hadn’t left his nest since Puddlefog’s passing. He could only hope that Scarletdrift would be able to mourn his son properly.
The silver speckled tom scoured the camp for Whisperingheart as he wanted to have a chat with her. Maybe she had a positive outlook on life unlike he did right now. After all, she had been with Puddlefog when he lost his life. Once he approached the young warrior, he flicked his tail in greeting. “Morning, Whisperingheart. How are you holding up?” he mewed in a gentle tone, his silver eyes lingering on hers.
[ tags: Dew ]
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Post by Sapphirejas on Oct 2, 2024 19:48:27 GMT -5
 Dew (Lightshard) cometchaos (Shadepatch) Mistleheart (Heals from her mangled tail, is batting her own tail, helps Shadepatch get dried herbs from behind her ears, and smiles at her daughter Lightshard as she walks by. Mistleheart watched with so much joy and pride as she watched her kits, Lightshard and Wrenice become warriors. It felt like only just yersteday that they were tiny little kits, suckling at her side in the nursery. She couldn't believe how quickly they grown up, becoming adults before her eyes from tiny kits, and she missed when they were small. She wanted to have more kits, but this time with Slatefoot, so she has small kittens to look after again. This moon, Mistleheart's mangled tail has healed nicely, leaving no scarring. On the day she was allowed to leave the nursery, Mistleheart batted at her tail, testing it and to make sure it was pain free and the injury to be gone. She didn't want her fluffy white tail to be scarred, but luckily it wasn't. Mistleheart was saddened to hear the passing of a young warrior, Puddlefog to the claws of a huge cainine, a wolf. But she knew life must go on, no matter how hard his death was... especially to his father, Scarletdrift. At the moment, Mistleheart was walking through the snow in camp, when the healer, Shadepatch called out to her. The fluffy white she-cat turned her head to see her next to the entrance of the healer's den and padded to her, her painless fluffy white tail high in the air. "Greetings Shadepatch, how can I help you today?" Mewed Mistleheart with a warm smile. Shadepatch asked her to grab dried herbs that were stuck behind her ears, and she couldn't reach it. Walking behind the beautiful tortieshell healer, Mistleheart saw the herbs stuck to her fur behind her ears and brushed them off with her fluffy tail. She then picked them off the ground with her mouth. "There you go." Mewed Mistleheart as she passed them to her. "It's very lucky these herbs are still usable. In leaf-bare I imagine herbs are very hard to come by."After Shadepatch thanked her, Mistleheart walked away, her breaths in the frozen air creating a stream of fog. She caught sight of her daughter, Lightshard walking past her, and she smiled at her, full of love for the light gray she-cat. Lightshard and Wrenice were the only kits that Mistleheart had left, and she would risk her life to save theirs when it came to it. She loved them so much! She wanted StarClan to not take any more lives of young cats, especially her two surviving kits. The white anfd gray-furred she-cat was very sad when Puddlefog was killed by a wolf, and deeply worried for her Clan.
stormshade1 (Pondspeckle) tigersdoroar (Amberrise) Mistleheart (hunting patrol with Pondspeckle and Amberrise, and is caught sharing prey with a cat from BurdockClan) Mistleheart was trudging in the freezing snow in the bare forest alongside Pondspeckle and Amberrise. They were assigned on a hunting patrol by Dapplestar as the Clan needs more fresh-kill. It has been snowing for many days, and the snow was very deep. It came up to the cats' chests as they walked. Leaf-bare was always harsh. In the last one, the Clan lost Coppersplash from the cold alone. But Mistleheart was determined to push forwards through the snow. They headed towards BurdockClan's border to hunt. Prey always ran great there, even in leaf-bare. But Mistleheart only managed a couple of catches there when the snow became very thick, greatly reducing the visibility. Her paws felt solid and frozen, and she couldn't really feel them. Amberrise's voice came from behind her, "H-hey I don't mean to be a bother to you both.. but I can't make it much longer in this weather. I-I can't feel my paws! S-Should we head back to camp?"Mistleheart considered for a bit. They haven't caught much, but the weather was terrible and she could see that the young warrior Amberrise was shivering. "Yes I think so, Amberrise." Mistleheart turned her head to the younger gray speckled warrior. " Pondspeckle, Amberrise is shivering. Do you think we should head back?When Pondspeckle agreed, and just when the YewClan cats turned to head back to camp, Mistleheart heard a new cat's voice from behind her, and the scent of BurdockClan wafted into her nose. When the fluffy white warrior turned around, she saw a brown tabby BurdockClan tom running after the patrol. He was starving and ribs were visible on both his sides! "YewClan cats!" He yowled at the patrol. "Please turn around and face me!"Mistleheart and the rest of the patrol did, and she padded up to the starving tabby tom. "Please! BurdockClan is really struggling in this leaf-bare and our fresh-kill pile is empty these past few sunrises. We are starving! I know it is against the Warrior Code but could somecat PLEASE give us prey?!"There was desperation in the BurdockClan cat's voice, and Mistleheart considered. YewClan's fresh-kill pile was full at the moment, while BurdockClan's was empty. Yes, it would be breaking the Warrior Code, but Mistleheart was very thoughtful of other cats' emotions and struggles, even it was a cat from another Clan. She looked at her two prey: a skinny mouse and a vole, and Mistleheart made her decision. "Here... BurdockClan can have these two prey" Mewed Mistleheart with sympathy in her voice as she passed the prey to the BurdockClan cat. "I'm so sorry your Clan is having such a hard time this leaf-bare. I only hope it gets better for you when newleaf comes."Yes, Mistleheart broke the Warrior Code again, but this time it was with sympathy to other Clan cats, not because of fury caused by her apprentice and daughter's death in the war against the rogues. Mistleheart thought that sometimes breaking the Warrior Code was a good thing when others need help as she trudged through the deep snow back to camp, the falling snow blinding her eyesight.
OOC: So sorry that this is late! I had a practical test yesterday, so I didn't have time to do Mistleheart's prompts this moon before now. |
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Post by jaybun! on Oct 2, 2024 23:53:13 GMT -5
 HAZELPELT
Slipped and sprained a paw! - x - x
Hazelpelt's nose twitched, eyes going round as notices a small brown body snuffling among the tree roots. She was supposed to be collecting moss... but what cat could say no to a fresh meal? The cinnamon-furred molly slipped into a hunting crouch, ducking behind a bank of snow. The squirrel continued its scrabbling, oblivious. It must've been too hungry to stay hidden in its den. Bad luck for the squirrel, good luck for Hazelpelt.
She prowled forward, carefully centering her weight as to not disturb the snow. There were a few perks to being on the tiny side, not having to worry about crunching the delicate snow among them. It was a mystery how her broader clanmates managed to catch anything! Hazelpelt's focus began to wane. Scarletdrift used to be rather stocky, before his retirement, but she couldn't recall ever hunting alongside him in the winter months. Of course, there was always Heavy, she was definitely bigger than Hazelpelt. Next time they went hunting together she'd watch and see-
The wind shifted. Hazelpelt's head shot up as the squirrel, catching her scent, promptly made a break for the nearby tall trees. With a curse, she sped after it and pounced! Only to yelp as she landed not on a tiny furry body, but slippery ground. Hazelpelt scrabbled for traction she couldn't find, limbs flailing as she fell and slid across the dark ice hidden underneath the snow.
It's by the mercy of a large bank of snow that she finally comes to a stop on solid ground. Half-buried in the stuff and chilled to the bone, but mercy nonetheless. Hazelpelt groaned, tempted to just stay laying down and let the weather bury her completely. How could she be so careless? A kit could've made that catch! Thank the Stars no one else was around to see that at the very least... she pulled herself back up with a sigh and a shake.
And caught herself with a wince. Expression set in a firm grimace she raised the offending paw, eyes narrowing at the tender limb. And she dared to think of herself as lucky! x |
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 3, 2024 18:43:12 GMT -5
Heavy »
pawprints in the snow with monarchlightning - Sand
& seedflower
The snow crunched harshly underneath Heavy’s paws, the wintry precipitation that had fallen making it hard to walk. Or maybe it was just hard to walk due to her aching bones and jostled joints - Heavy was not as young as she once had been, and with the colder weather the calico had been waking feeling sore and stiff, especially in her back where it had once been broken. She was growing older with each passing moon and she was beginning to feel the effects. While she loved serving her Clan as deputy - finding that where she had once dreaded leadership she now enjoyed it rather well - the calico had caught herself entertaining the idea of retiring to the elders’ den to nest among Scarletdrift and Spottedfur. Over the seasons she had come into her role as deputy rather well, and she enjoyed her position, but perhaps it was soon time for a younger cat to step forward and take over her role. Perhaps a cat such as Monarchlightning, or Slatefoot. Heavy’s daughter had always dreamed of rising up the ranks and taking on the suffix of -star. But if Heavy were to retire it would not be this moon, and it most certainly wouldn’t be today.
The breeze tickled Heavy’s whiskers. Her jaws parted out of instinct, chest swelling with a deep breath. Her tail quivered, eyes narrowing. An odd scent settled upon her tongue, something foreign and something that belonged outside YewClan’s borders. It was faint, but the molly had caught a taste. Her mind instantly jumped to the rogues. Flax had survived the battle and had yet to be seen again. But just because he had never been seen again didn’t mean he wasn’t around, and he knew where the camp was…
A trail of pawprints leading straight toward camp stopped Heavy in her tracks.
In an instant her thoughts about retirement switched to paranoia, an image of Flax manifesting inside her mind. Her hackles rose, claws unsheathing. Fresh pawprints leading straight to camp… Was her Clan in trouble? ”Monarchlightning, Seedflower, we need to get back to camp. Now.” Her tail lashed in the direction of the paw steps, silently telling her patrolmates what the problem was.
The two younger warriors remained silent for just a moment, looking between one another as if unsure of what their deputy was asking of them. Seedflower shuffled his paws along the snow, speaking up first with a sheepish voice. ”I think those are just pawprints from the medicine cat meeting, Heavy…”
Heavy bristled, glancing back toward the trail in the snow. ”That’s way too many pawsteps for just Shadepatch and Flashspeckle,” she hissed, kneading the snow, eager to return to camp.
Seedflower glanced toward Monarchlightning once more. ”PlumClan goes this way, too,” he pointed out slowly, clearly willing Monarchlightning to back him up.
Heavy tensed. The urge to return back to camp was strong, but she stood still, willing to give her patrolmates the benefit of the doubt for now. |
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Post by Dew on Oct 4, 2024 16:41:14 GMT -5
Whisperingheart Is basking in the sun & Hunting Patrol|| with Pondspeckle, Petaltree The cold, crisp air had not let up in the past few moons, leaving cats like her sheltering in camp more often than not and when they had to go out, not very far. It was the reason why she hadn't been with Puddlefog last moon when the young tom had met his tragic demise. A part of her wished she had been there; a part of her was happy she wasn't. If she had been, would she be dead too? Or would they both still be alive?
Whisperingheart was spending her morning basking in the sun in camp, having found a spot out of the way yet still warm, well as warm as you could get in leafbare. Usually the only time she really thought like she was doing now was before bed when she was laying in her nest, surrounded by her littermates. How was it they were all so lucky to still be alive? Whisperingheart was forever grateful, don't get her wrong, but so many other cats had lost so much of their family it almost seemed unfair.
Getting to her paws and stretching her back in a long arch, the grey molly let out a long yawn before meeting the eyes of Pondspeckle, who was patiently waiting by the camp entrance for the two sisters. Waving her tail at him she padded over, dipping her head slightly in respect. "Just waiting for Petaltree?"
Soon after the blind molly joined the pair, and the trio set out to hunt. Whisperingheart had high hopes, leafbare was coming to a close so maybe more prey would be about? All this just goes to show how little she knew about leafbare and how the prey acted around it, with her being sick throughout leafbare during her apprenticeship.
The snow seemed to have gotten deeper since yesterday, probably from the flurry of snow that had descended on the territories seemingly overnight. Her paws sunk into the snow almost right after she stepped out of camp, the cold dampness of the water making her paws uncomfortably wet. Shrugging it off and shaking out her paws, Whisperingheart continues. She was not the kind of cat who gave up, especially not over some wet paws.
They had been hunting for a while now, the only thing they had come across was a rather large squirrel that Pondspeckle had missed. It was hardly his fault, the snow was deep and it was hard to see what you were stepping on, but it was still disappointing. They hadn't caught the scent of another creature since.
Could it be? A slight scent reached her nostrils, one of a bird, one that was still fresh. Once she brought her full attention to it it became stronger, and lightly stepping through the snow, Whisperingheart found a rather plump jay picking at the ground below it.
Crouching lower, Whisperingheart crept closer and closer...
Her paws sunk into the snow, alerting the jay of her presence. She hissed with annoyance as the lost catch, turning back to the patrol with her head still high. "Stupid snow..." She murmured under her breath.
They patrol continued on, with the patrol making two catches overall, one scrawny mouse and one thin vole. They were barely a mouthful for any cat, nothing compared to the prey they had missed previously. Whisperingheart flicked her tail in annoyance and anger as she walked back into camp, not for her clanmates but for herself, for failing to catch that stupid jay. [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by jaybun! on Oct 5, 2024 2:19:52 GMT -5
 MYRTLESPROUT
Gathering herbs with Shadepatch! - caught Wrenice saying rude things about her behind her back - x
Myrtlesprout couldn't say she felt adjusted to life in YewClan. They were nice enough, better than that foxheart Saffron and his gang, may he rot. But she was a loner from birth, and no amount of wound tending and sharing prey could make her forget that. Apparently, neither could other cats. That gray and white tabby- Wrenpaw? She frowned. That didn't sound right, but she didn't particularly care to go out of her way to learn the name of someone who liked to whisper about her hygiene behind her back.
What did it matter that she was a little scruffy?! Her fur was long! Myrtlesprout would like to see that short-haired Wrenpaw try to manage a coat like this for a day. Didn't any cat bother to teach her to keep her trap shut? If they'd crossed paths outside, she would've given her something to complain about. Maybe she still would. She huffed, stopping to shake the tension off from her shoulders. Whatever. Myrtlesprout sniffed, and then padded briskly after the tail tip of her companion for the day, Shadepatch.
They were supposed to be collecting herbs or something, but so far they hadn't so much as taken a pause to sniff around. Must know where all the good spots are, Myrtlesprout reasoned. Herbs were never a big interest for her, but she could respect the healer's patience in learning them. Far too many cats took, rather than give. Including herself. Although for clan cats it seemed healing had some... holy mambo jambo deeply intertwined it. Frankly it all went over her head, but hey, she was with just the expert for stuff wasn't she?
"Shadepatch," Myrtlesprout took a few long strides, settling into pace alongside the tortoiseshell, "that place you and Flashspeckle disappear off too every moon, what's it called again?"
The medicine cat replied, and opening given, Myrtlesprout made sure to milk every bit of information she could out of their conversation. Know your enemy and all that or... whatever. |
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Post by tigersdoroar on Oct 6, 2024 22:12:36 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________* Herbgathering with Flashspeckle
* Thinks Flashspeckle is kind
*Is running around, chasing a colorful beetle Amberrise, ever the outgoing cat, had jumped at the opportunity to go herb gathering with Flashspeckle today. The dark tabby tom, worried about wolves in the forest, had asked Amberrise to be his escort for the day, and Amberrise was elated. He hadn't spent much time with Flashspeckle before, and that meant today was an opportunity to get to know another clanmate better.
As the pair set out, the weather didn't sour, but it didn't improve either. There had been a light snow all morning, and the snow continued as Amberrise and Flashspeckle made their way into the northern forest. It was windy and cold, and the snow was deep and hard to trudge though. Despite this, the tortoiseshell tom remained in great spirits, just happy to be in Flashspeckle's company. Flashspeckle on the other hand, was less than impressed. He was grumpy and cold.
Despite Flashspeckle's attitude, Amberrise felt that the tom was kind. After all, the only sort of cat that would venture out into this type of weather to find a plant had to be a kind cat. A cat that cared for his clan. A good medicine cat. Amberrise was proud to have gotten the chance to accompany such a clanmate. Perhaps, he could even cheer him up? Amberrise thought hard as they walked, snow crunching beneath their feet and sticking to their pelts in balls. This seemed to irritate Flashspeckle, but it gave Amerrise an idea. With a mrrow of excitement, he suddenly scooped up a ball of snow and whipped it at Flashspeckle.
"Bet you can't hit me!" Amberrise yelled with glee, and then a snowball fight began. It seemed to raise Flashspeckles spirits immensely. As Amberrise tossed ball after ball, some hitting Flashspeckle and some completely missing, the tom laughed with joy. But then he stopped, suddenly distracted by a colorful beetle.
"Woah what is that!" Amberrise questioned loudly. Why would a beetle be out in this weather?
"It's a bug!" He followed up, and than began chasing it around as it scurried about. The beetle ran too and fro erratically, but it was easy to track with it's bright colors standing out against the white snow. Amberrise followed it all the way up to a fallen tree, where it disappeared quickly under the rotting wood. Amberrise shoved his nose under the tree, but quickly backed back out with a sneeze.
"What are these dried yellow plants under here? They're making my nose awfully upset." Amberrise meowed, and was soon told that the plants were Goldenrod by Flashspeckle. Amberrise was praised for his accidental discovery, and for the rest of the trip he yapped about how cool this discovery had been. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ OOC: Brr! x2
whispering (Flashspeckle)
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Post by Sand on Oct 7, 2024 8:28:06 GMT -5
Spottedfur : - gets into a heated argument with Hopbramble
- wants to talk to Slatefoot
Spottedfur, being the grumpy elder he was, had chosen to start a heated argument with Hopbramble again. He had no respect or trust for the senior warrior after everything that had conspired from the raid with the rogues. They had lost several cats to the bloody raid and yet Hopbramble acted like she was a savior, a hero. Dawnshade, who was her own offspring, had to kill the rogue leader, Saffron. Flax was nowhere to be found and he assumed that Hopbramble knew of his location.
His bones creaked as he approached the dark colored senior warrior, fury in his eyes. “Let me make something clear, Hopbramble,” he told her, claws digging into the snowy ground. His silver gaze met hers slowly. “I don’t trust you, I never will. You’re the reason why Flax is still alive and lurking out there. So, where is he? You must know!”
Taking a deep breath, Spottedfur decided to continue attacking Hopbramble with his words. “You’re the reason why Dapplestar has lasting grief and will never recover. You’re the reason why Ravenwhistle and Icepaw are gone. You’re no example of a true warrior. You’re not to be trusted, at least by me.”
The heated argument between the two made the silver speckled tom feel exhausted. He turned away from Hopbramble and dragged himself back to his den. All he wanted to do was find another cat to speak with. The first cat to come to mind was Slatefoot. Maybe she had some feedback about his argument and could help him understand or process the details. He’d need to find her after his nap, which he wanted more than ever.
[ tags: lemonshortbread
he’s so grumpy smh ]
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Post by Sand on Oct 7, 2024 8:35:17 GMT -5
Monarchlightning : - trail with Heavy & Seedflower
- wants to be YewClan’s next deputy
As Monarchlightning trudged through the deep snow after Heavy and Seedflower, she began to wonder about her future. The snow crunched loudly beneath her delicate paws, realizing that she and Heavy had shared plenty of patrols lately. The calico seemed more than dedicated to her duties, more so than Dapplestar who had lasting grief; but that wasn't Dapplestar's fault. Heavy was a great deputy, but she was older than Dapplestar which made the dark grey tabby realize something. If Heavy ever stepped down from her position or succeeded Dapplestar, Monarchlightning wanted to be the next deputy of YewClan. She decided she wanted it more than anything else– more than a mate and kits, that was certain.
The young warrior's whiskers twitched at the feeling of the cold breeze touching them ever so slightly. A foreign scent reached ehr nostrils and tongue, so she came to a halt. That's got to be the medicine cats of PlumClan, Monarchlightning thought before glancing at her patrolmates. Her blue gaze carefully followed Heavy, who looked fearful. What could be wrong? Was the scent of PlumClan that worrisome that it struck the deputy with fright? She frowned briefly before Heavy's warning caught her off guard. Does she have bees in her brain? Monarchlightning exchanged stares with Seedflower, pondering if he thought the same as her until he spoke up.
"Seedflower's right, those are just the pawsteps from the medicine cats of PlumClan," she meowed in a confident tone, backing up her fellow warrior. "They always go this way for the medicine cat gatherings, just like Shadepatch and Flashspeckle do."
At the sound of Heavy's hiss and paranoia, Monarchlightning let out a soft sigh. She and Seedflower needed to prove to the deputy that she was wrong and being paranoid over nothing. Although she still seemed tense, she wondered if she could lighten the mood somehow. “Let’s keep marking the border. Unless Heavy thinks a warrior from PlumClan is going to jump out of thin air!” she teased the calico with a small smirk.
The dark grey tabby let out a small snort before padding past Heavy as the patrol moved onward. “After all, I heard from the elders that the cats of PlumClan have invisibility powers! Sometimes they’ll leave pawsteps wherever they go because they forget to make themselves invisible.”
[ tags: Feathertalon ]
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I’ll miss you Puddlefog… I was looking forward to seeing him through his life story and… I guess I’ve done just that.
