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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 17, 2024 16:14:11 GMT -5
Seedflower »
Lizards were not new to Seedflower. He had seen quite a few in his lifetime, remembering how he and his brothers had played with them when a few would sneak into camp, preyed upon by a brood of curious kits. He remembered catching a lizard while still an apprentice, Slatefoot congratulating him for such a unique kill. He even recollected the memory of finding a large number of the creatures one leaf-fall morning, the snake-like animals huddled under the bark of a fallen tree. But this animal was a little different. A lizard but not quite. Slimy and reptilian, it made Seedflower think of Flax.
The young tom’s lips curled at the thought of the rogue. The fur along his spine ruffled with visible anger as he thought about Monarchlightning and her wounds, the pretty tabby stuck inside his mother’s den for injuries Flax had given her. Why had he gone to BurdockClan? Seedflower glared down at the lizard-esque animal, eyes narrowing darkly. Why had the enemy Clan given a home to a murderous traitor? Had he been the real reason for why Mistleheart was dead? Flax was the reason Monarchlightning was now injured, and that was a thought Seedflower couldn’t stand. The tips of his claws unsheathed. Flax had harmed one too many cats that Seedflower cared about. If Monarchlightning had been killed, if she died from her wounds so soon after Seedflower was beginning to find comfort in her presence…
Before he could stop himself the mottled tom swatted at the creature, preparing to give it another sharp prod when fur - not scales - touched his paw.
Seedflower blinked, looking straight up to find Myrtlesprout shaking her head at him. His ears flattened against the side of his head, frustration sending tension down his limber frame as he awaited whatever the black and white molly had to tell him.
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Post by polarized on Oct 18, 2024 7:19:32 GMT -5
 Wrenice - Eavedrops on Scarletdrift
- Clears up a misunderstanding with Hazelpelt
- Badger Patrol
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with Scarletdrift & Hopbramble (mention of Hazelpelt) Wrenice found herself in a better mood. There was no more time for sulking. Especially when her mother, her siblings and father would want her to live the best possible life she could. She had to focus on now, not the past. Not the deaths of her kin, but instead on the future. How she still had Lightshard, and how she had the rest of her clan. It had taken her many nights to realise this, but after a comforting talk with her former mentor Monarchlightning last moon, she never felt greater. She cleared up a quick misunderstanding with Hazelpelt, they were going to try and find the badger they had found, and not try and chase it out. With two warriors? “Even with Hopbramble, I don’t think we would be able to win!” Wrenice purred to the expecting queen. However, when she was about to leave, waiting for Hopbramble, she saw her fighting with one of the elders Scarletdrift.
Wrenice, the curious cat she is, she eavedrops in on them, finding herself confused at such an argument. However, before she could make any sense of it, Hopbramble started to make her way to the entrance. Catching up, totally not looking any suspicious at all about it. “Hey Hopbramble!” She purred, in a cheery mood. Maybe she could cheer up the warrior after the argument she just had. “Badger huh? If you ask me, I think they are so full of themselves! Honestly, if they even had thought about anyone else for a second, maybe they could make a truce with the clans.” She blinked at Hopbramble, realising how stupid she sounded. “Sorry.” She realised the molly probably didn’t want to spark a conversation. She sighed, trotting along. Maybe they wouldn’t even find the badger.
Following Hopbramble, they made it to the badgers sett that Heavy and Hazelpelt had found before. She wrinkled her nose when she smelt the badgers strong scent of dirt and the nest. “It’s definitely still here..” She sighed to her patrolmate. Her fur spiked up when the badger caught sight of Hopbramble. “It’s seen you!” She yowled in fear. She ran after the older warrior, the mollie’s slim body being much faster than Wrenice’s. The badger chomped and lumbered after them, its anger radiating off the beast in waves. She pushed harder, eventually managing to catch up to Hopbramble. “Come on, we have to lead it away from camp!” She mewed to Hopbramble, her voice stuttering.
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Post by Sand on Oct 18, 2024 13:41:34 GMT -5
 Monarchlightning : - with seedflower, fishing rom. pip
Monarchlightning found herself sitting in YewClan's camp for once without something to do. She had spent plenty of time lately going on any patrol she could, but relaxing felt bizarre. She should be practicing her battle moves! Sitting around wasn't going to do her any good.
The grey tabby felt a pair of eyes on her which belonged to Seedflower. He had asked her to teach him how to fish which surprised Monarchlightning, considering that he seemed to be a better hunter than her. "Sure," was all Monarchlightning could manage, still shocked by his question.
As the two stood by Green Pond, the warrior's blue gaze moved from the rippling water to the fish beneath it. She had kept herself a good distance from the pond, making sure she wouldn't startle the fish. Although it seemed that he was distracted by something or someone; whatever it was, Monarchlightning didn't feel like lecturing him. She didn't know why, but she caught herself moving closer to him. Her grey pelt burned with embarrassment as she kept stealing glances at Seedflower, admiring his unique brown and white markings compared to her dull grey ones. He was a calm feline, skilled in teaching others more so than herself. She liked that he was helpful, always content, and easy to get along with. Even if their paths didn't cross often, this moment was quite pleasant. It made Monarchlightning want to spend more time with Seedflower, more than she had ever noticed before.
She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't realized he was staring at her. The tabby's ears flattened in embarrassment as her pelt grew hot at the same time. "Oh, right, fishing!" Monarchlightning blurted out, shifting on her paws gingerly. The warrior studied the rippling pond momentarily, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Uh… Normally, we make sure that the fish can't see our shadow. We don't want them to know we're here, you know? Fishing is about patience. We wait for the fish to come to us and scoop them out of the water with our paws. It's challenging, but worth the wait."
Monarchlightning's gaze wavered from the pond to Seedflower as it lingered on the brown and white tom. "Do you want to try or would you like me to show you?" she asked, casting a glance towards the pond.
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Post by Sand on Oct 18, 2024 14:23:54 GMT -5
 Monarchlightning : - goes all-out in a battle against BurdockClan to get at Flax, injuring him heavily but taking her own wounds in the process
- feels frustrated
A sudden caterwaul coming from the BurdockClan's border alerted Monarchlightning. YewClan had brought as many fighters as they could, prepared to clash with the BurdockClan cats, even if it meant death. The dark tabby's eyes narrowed before widening at the side of a familiar ginger pelted tom. There was no doubt in her mind that it was Flax, one of the few rogues that escaped the raid with YewClan several moons ago.
But why was he with BurdockClan? Had he worked his way into their ranks? No matter the reason, Monarchlightning's eyes were fixated on his as rage filled her. Flax was the reason why Icepaw and Ravenwhistle were dead. He was the reason for everyone that YewClan lost on that fateful day. That mange pelt doesn't deserve to be among us, let alone BurdockClan.
Without a second thought, Monarchlightning sprinted towards the ginger tom, claws unsheathed. The defensive side would be fine without her, she had enough trust and belief in her clanmates to handle it. But right now, she needed to take down Flax once and for all.
Letting out a howl, she leapt onto Flax, landing on top of the traitorous rogue. Flax hissed, clawing at Monarchlightning's limbs as she clawed at his stomach, hoping to wound him terribly. She scowled as Flax kicked her off of him before she landed a few feet away. While getting to her paws, Flax had already made his next move– attacking Monarchlightning's legs once more. Except this time it felt worse as if the muscles of one of her legs were being torn apart. With a deep growl, the dark tabby smacked Flax with one of her front paws, causing him to reel back. She huffed, knowing she couldn't continue attacking Flax. Her leg was badly injured and if she tried anything else, she would be prey in Flax's paws.
"That wasn't very smart of you," Flax panted as he glared at Monarchlightning. The ginger tom also appeared heavily injured, blood dripping from his stomach.
A claw wound? she thought, her gaze lingering on the rogue's injury briefly. She then turned to Flax, barring her teeth.
"I don't care," Monarchlightning hissed back as she slowly got to her paws once again. "You should be dead."
The warrior limped away, holding back a painful cry as she returned to her clanmates. She hadn't accomplished her only task which was killing Flax. Frustrations flooded her thoughts while she made her way back to camp in silence. At least she had given him a decent claw wound.
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 Spottedfur : - still grieving
- helps Heavy out & thinks she should retire soon
- uses all of his free time to help Petaltree
Even though he was grieving, Spottedfur had decided to help Heavy out in any way he could. He was organizing the fresh kill pile which smelled heavily of fish. The elder's nose twitched uncomfortably at the smell as he finished his menial task. With no apprentices, he decided to gather fresh bedding for Heavy. He wondered if the molly needed to retire soon, considering her age and the circumstances that surrounded YewClan. In his mind, it seemed that it would be best for Heavy to retire sooner than later. She wasn't getting any younger.
With YewClan at war with BurdockClan, Spottedfur thought for a moment. He could take on some other tasks, seeing that some cats were injured or busy with constant patrols. The grey speckled tom hummed to himself before he spotted Petaltree. Maybe Petaltree would like some help? he pondered before approaching the young warrior. "Hey, Petaltree. Is there anything I can help you with? I have a lot of free time today," he meowed, his silver gaze hopeful.
As soon as Petaltree had accepted his offer, the old tom was off to help out the tortoiseshell as much as he could. Spottedfur felt like he was a warrior again, even if his bones and joints cracked the entire time. It was nice to feel useful.
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Post by asrise on Oct 18, 2024 17:38:39 GMT -5
 Echospots Echospots lay in the medicine den, coughs still racking through him in fits and bursts. Still, the help was appreciated, and he was feeling a bit better now. He stretched out, his limbs still feeling too weak to leave his nest for long. Echospots’s gaze flitted to one of the other cats, an older grey tom lying in the medicine den. He squinted. Something about him seemed familiar. I hope we can both get out of this stuffy den eventually! The bengal scratched at his neck fur, feeling trapped with just how many cats were around.
He settled into the moss with a grumble as returning YewClan warriors burst into the camp, yowling orders this way and that. Echospots covered his ears. Why does YewClan have to be at war right now? I just want to go back to forging my own path again! Another elder stepped into the den, the smell of blood pricking Echospot’s nose as Shadepatch attended to his wounds. When she had gone, he took a look at the white and ginger elder again, finding his voice. “Scarletdrift… is that it? What happened to you… what’s going on?”
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Post by Dew on Oct 19, 2024 8:09:50 GMT -5
Scarletdrift Sneaks out of Camp, Saved Heavy from a claw-wound, Talking with Echospots || with Pondspeckle, Heavy, Echospots Scarletdrift was incredibly bored, and just a a little nervous. Yet another war had been called, the second since he retired that he would not be allowed to participate in. It wasn't fair, and if he had known that he wasn't allowed to be basically anything anymore now that he was an elder, he wouldn't have retired. But it turned out that not all of Yewclan's warriors wanted him to miss out on the fun.
Pondspeckle had agreed to sneak him out so he could participate in the battle that raged between Yewclan and Burdockclan. It might have been the tiny bit of insults and bullying that had gotten him there, but still, having a warrior help would be much easier than going alone.
And then they were out of camp, and Scarlertdrift was speeding away. Well, as fast as he could go with his good-for-nothing limbs that screamed with protest with every step he took. And yes, he had briefly thanked Pondspeckle before he had left. Maybe after they won he would even bring back a juicy mouse for the tom, as a thank you.
It certainly wasn't hard to find the battle patrol, their scent thick and the yowls of fighting cats one of the only things cats could hear in this area. They were fighting on the border, the cold-hearted Burdockclan cats that had killed Mistleheart still standing. Young warriors these days.
Charging into the battle, Scarletdrift didn't stay in for long. He went straight for Heavy's side, raking his claws over the side of her attacker. He was easily shoved off, leaving him slightly winded and very angry. He blinked, getting to his paws. Scarletdrift dove in again, this time saving Heavy from a gnarly slash to the side.
Pain screamed up his side and he turned, seeing that his white fur was already caked with blood. The wound didn't seem to deep, but he was rushed off the battlefield anyways, carried back to camp like he was a kit who needed help getting out of the nursery. It's just a scratch! I could still be fighting!
The rest of the Yewclan battle patrol quickly caught up, and they made their way back to camp together. It seemed only him and Monarchlightning had suffered wounds that needed to be looked after, and they were brought to the medicine den the second they were rushed into camp. I've been here too many times.
He was quickly tended to, most of the blood washed from his fur and marigold and cobwebs covering up the wound. His nest wasn't far from Echospot's, the loner that had joined Yewclan last moon who was sick with Yellowcough. Scarletdrift remembered his own experience with Yellowcough, how he had not survived once, but twice.
The voice of the new loner broke through his thoughts, and Scarletdrift nodded his head. "Yup, that's me. Scarletdrift. Nothing to worry about, just a little scratch. You see, the moon before you arrived Burdockclan killed one of our own. And now we're at war. I left camp to participate in one of the battles and got this saving Heavy, our deputy, from getting hurt. Nothing to worry about, really. Should clear up in a day or two."
Scarletdrift knew that that wasn't the case, that he could be stuck in the medicine den for moons, but you had to keep a positive mindset yes? Then he could get that mouse he owed Pondspeckle for sneaking him out, and all debts would be repaid. Win-win.  [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by tigersdoroar on Oct 20, 2024 11:29:51 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ * Hunting patrol with lightshard and petaltree
Amberrise was on hunting patrol with Lightshard and his sister Petaltree. After seeing Monarchlighting become badly injured at the paw of the traitorous Flax, Amberrise was feeling extra protective of his younger siblings. Amberrise had always felt the need to look after Petaltree, perhaps because his mother had asked him to, but today he clung closer to her side than he ever had before. If Flax still held a grudge against their family, surely Monarchlightning's attack had made it worse. Who knew what the two-faced tom was planning now.
As the group searched for prey, a sudden loud racket caught their attention, and Amberrise immediately stepped in front of his sister, tail over her back. What was that noise? Flax? Amberrise narrowed his eyes and scanned his surroundings. There! A pair of squirrels barked ferociously at each other from different trees. A moment later, a chase began, with one squirrel harrowing after the other, and both bouncing through the trees. Without a second thought, Amberrise sprang forward after the squirrels, frustration egging him on. If he could just sink his claws into one of them, perhaps that would relieve some of the tension he was feeling about Burdockclan, Flax, and his family. Unfortunately for the young warrior, he had never been a good climber, and the squirrels quickly sped away, disappearing into the canopy.
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Dew (Lighshard) grimmreminder (Petaltree)
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Post by jaybun! on Oct 20, 2024 18:47:23 GMT -5
 HAZELPELT
Moving into the nursery! - is grateful for Whisperingheart's help in moving into the nursery - acknowledged Monarchlightning's bravery
Hazelpelt had never slept in any other den than the warriors'. She remembered how odd it had been, back when she first joined- unused to sharing anything, let alone a place to rest. But overtime the gentle snores and warmth of her clanmates had felt like home.
The nursery was... empty. She glanced around the dark den, walls build thick and tough. It should've been warm, but the quiet had settled underneath her fur like a chill. In other clans, Hazelpelt might've had the company of another queen, but YewClan wasn't so blessed. Whisperingheart had done her best to help her settle in, but there was no amount of moss that could fill loneliness. Still, she appreciated her former apprentices efforts. She'd have to keep an eye out for something nice to bring the younger molly as a gift
She sighed, shifting in a futile effort to get comfortable. It seemed like no matter how she laid, the weight of her belly pressed on everything and anything sensitive these days. Standing helped, but Shadepatch had warned her against too much exercise; and Hazelpelt was much big to be squeezing in out and of the nursery like before. If she could without potentially getting stuck, she'd sunbathe. Or visit Monarchlightning. Or... anything really.
A rustle caught her attention, and she perked up as a familiar cat slipped into the nursery. Hazelpelt felt her heart flutter, rolling onto her front with a grateful purr, "Heavy!" mentions Whisperingheart, Monarchlightning, and Heavy. |
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Post by whispering on Oct 20, 2024 19:06:39 GMT -5
Flashspeckle
herb gathering + inquiries about past wars
with shadepatch cometchaos
Flashspeckle followed his mentor, wads of cobwebs and moss strung across his flanks. With such nice weather, cats should have been out enjoying greenleaf activities. But it was impossible with the war. With so much plaguing the speckled tabby’s thoughts. The permanent frown he wore on his face was even more twisted with the additional worry. BurdockClan had killed Mistleheart. And YewClan would not rest until the lively molly was avenged. But was it smart? They had only just chased off the rogues. And speaking of rogues, Flax was there. In BurdockClan, fighting with them against YewClan. Flashspeckle growled. That was reason enough to wage war against their neighbors, even if they hadn’t murdered an innocent warrior. Flax and his group of rogues had caused enough trouble in the past few moons, and yet he’d returned. At the cost of his life.
Or, at least, that's the outcome he was hoping for. The young Monarchlighting had dealt a severe enough blow, from what he had heard, but no one was sure whether it had been fatal. Flashspeckle knew that the tabby molly had returned with a wound of her own, nasty and running red. Good riddance, he'd say if the exiled healer had died after all. But he would continue to worry if the threat remained.
The two healers slowed up when they reached the patch of tansy. However, Flashspeckle's thoughts continued to swim. While he dug up roots, he couldn't help flashing curious glances at the tortoiseshell she-cat. She had been in BurdockClan once. Were they always so easily swayed by the sweet lies of a stranger? Or were they just hostile creatures towards YewClan?
"What was it like in BurdockClan? Do you have any idea why any of this is going on?"
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Post by jaybun! on Oct 20, 2024 19:10:57 GMT -5
 MYRTLESPROUT
Ooey Gooey Salamanders. - x - x
Satisfaction made each of Myrtlesprout's pawsteps feel light. Monarchlightning had done them all a favor, tearing into that foxheart Flax. May his wounds rot. She only wished she could've done it herself! Though, maybe not. He had always made her uneasy, the less physical contact between them the better.
The scruffy molly shook herself off with a dismissive sniff, glancing around the clearing. Her hunting party had split up in search of prey, but Myrtlesprout hadn't much luck so far. She noticed Seedflower some distance away, head bent as he investigated something on the ground. Maybe he'd caught something? Craning her head, she tried to get a glimpse of whatever it was between the tom's paws. She couldn't see anything from here.
Myrtlesprout hesitated, before her curiosity won out. It had to be something interesting with how focused Seedflower was. She padded over to the warrior's side, head tilting to get a good look at the object between his front paws.
Oh. Ew. Her nose wrinkled down at the slimy lizard... a salamander? At least she thinks that what Quickshade called them, back when they traveled together. There was movement in the corner of her eye, Seedflower raising a paw to wack at the tiny thing. Myrtlesprout huffed and shook her head, batting at the tom's foreleg with a sheathed paw of her own.
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Post by whispering on Oct 21, 2024 9:57:39 GMT -5
Hayfeather
Tells himself that he can't let his feelings consume him + temptation
with drizzlemimic chocolatemilk7
"How do you feel about kits?"
It'd felt like many seasons since Hayfeather last had free time to spend with his mate. First, the war with the rogues had left them both with severe wounds, and it hadn't been very long after Drizzlemimic mangled his tail. But now, they were both well. And out for a much-needed date.
Leaf-bare and new-leaf had come and gone, and YewClan hadn't welcomed the warm seasons with new kits or blossoming love. Although there were plenty of new warriors, there was only one queen nestled into the nursery. Hazelpelt. Hayfeather's heart swelled with joy for the senior molly. It had been so long since the last time they had kits running about. Not since Mistleheart... His joy was short-lived as fresh hurt washed over him. Mistleheart had died last moon, needlessly killed trying to save BurdockClan kits. A new war emerged, rightfully so. Hayfeather only hoped no other Clans interfered. BurdockClan would get what was coming to them for killing a beloved clanmate, and harboring a refugee.
There had been so much death and misfortune lately, surely new life was what they needed more than anything? Drizzlemimic would agree, wouldn't he? Hayfeather had always wanted to be a father and if things slowed down and clan life went back to normal, would Drizzlemimic agree to settle down? To start a family? The sokoke cat longed for a family. He had lost so much. First, Bubblingheart and Frozenlaurel, and the majority of his father's second litter. All Hayfeather had left was Pondspeckle, and his brother didn't seem to be in any rush to expand their lineage. Kits were what YewClan needed more than anything, and Hayfeather could provide them! It was all he wanted. It was what he needed.
But, to his disappointment, Drizzlemimic hadn't been on the same paw as he. They didn't share the same yearning for kits. Yearning to start afresh with a new journey in parenthood. Not with the current war and trouble, it was too dangerous. Where was the Drizzlemimic he had known before? The one who would have jumped at the opportunity? Perhaps more had changed in their time apart than he had realized. Tail drooping and heart heavy, Hayfeather followed after the gray-speckled tom feeling heavier than he had in moons. A new concern hung over him as he worried for their future.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 21, 2024 18:49:09 GMT -5
Heavy »
crow-food with myrtlesprout - jaybun!
& seedflower
& tells flashspeckle to leave dapplestar alone
& imagining how much better a leader she would be
The death of Mistleheart would always weigh on Heavy’s shoulders, just as the deaths of all her loved ones did. For all the hollowness in her heart and for all the space that had been created by the absence of her dwindling family, Heavy knew she had to pick herself up and do her duty as YewClan’s deputy. Both she and Dapplestar couldn’t afford to be out of commission, and it seemed like Dapplestar wanted to be the one who remained within the walls of their camp. Grief was a strange visitor, Heavy knew that all too well, but Dapplestar was the Clan’s leader. The tortoiseshell had been so ready for Bubblingheart to retire so that she could step up into his place, and now Dapplestar had spent most of her seasons as leader moping about. Heavy didn’t want to be too harsh on the other molly, but Heavy was almost certain she’d make a better leader than Dapplestar would.
Funny, she thought to herself. Long ago she had been so insecure about her place in YewClan, and now she was deputy with the ambition to step in as leader.
For all the thoughts she had on taking leadership, Heavy’s loyalty toward Dapplestar remained. Just this morning she had caught Flashspeckle on his way to the leader’s den, but the calico had stopped him half way, telling him that he needed to give the tortoiseshell some space. The gray tabby was just doing his job, but he was starting to push it and Heavy had it in her to be the one to tell Flashspeckle just that.
Myrtlesprout’s voice cut through Heavy’s thoughts, the deputy stopping in her pawsteps when the black and white molly called out about a horrid smell. It didn’t take long for Heavy to pick up on the stench as well, and before she could even react herself Seedflower hissed beside her, her grandson’s hackles raising. ”Is that crow-food?” He asked with a lash of his tail. ”Surely no cat left prey behind! YewClan warriors would never do such a thing,” he growled, his eyes flashing between both Heavy and Myrtlesprout as if asking what to do - he was the youngest on the patrol, after all.
Heavy brushed her pelt against Seedflower as she stepped forward, dipping her head toward Myrtlesprout. ”Let’s check it out, but be careful. We do have a badger on YewClan land…” Something about this scenario made Heavy uneasy. If the badger was the culprit then it was just leaving prey without eating it. That meant it was killing just to kill. Heavy was transported back seasons ago when she had been on patrol with Brightleaf, how the wolverine they encountered had killed her daughter without question or hesitation. A badger was not a wolverine, but they were similar enough. Murderous and nasty creatures… She kept a close stance beside Seedflower. If they ran into a badger then she would make sure her grandson made it out alive.
Fortunately no creature was to be found, just the tattered and decomposing corpse of a raven. Heavy’s whiskers curled, her nose scrunching upward in disgust. The scorching sun above wasn’t helping with the stench of decay. ”Should we bury it?” Seedflower asked, his own face creased with disgust.
Heavy nodded. It was hot, and this would be hot work, but it needed to be done. ”If we leave it here we’ll attract animals we don’t want in our borders. We can clean up in Rushing Creek after.” With that the calico set to work, careful to not let heat overtake her and keeping a close eye on her patrolmates to make sure heat didn’t get to them, either.
Slatefoot »
announcing she's mates with dapplestar - lazzylake
Ever since Slatefoot had been a kit, Dapplestar had been a cat she had looked up to, a cat she had respected. Not a day went by that she wished to be in the tortoiseshell’s pawsteps, longing to be deputy and then leader one day. Any time she was offered the chance to patrol with Dapplestar she had snatched the chance up without a second thought, always taking any moment she got to forge a bond with the cat that had been deputy when she was younger and now leader that she was older. Even as the seasons changed and more and more moons went by, Slatefoot had always looked toward Dapplestar for advice and guidance. They had always harbored a positive relationship with one another, becoming friends even when Slatefoot only had eyes for Mistleheart.
Mistleheart…
The white and gray tabby would always be Slatefoot’s love. The cat she would always hold near and dear to her heart, but in the moons during which she had grieved for her lost friend, Slatefoot had found solace in Dapplestar. A cat who grieved for Mistleheart just as much as Slatefoot did. It seemed that not even Mistleheart’s former mentor Spottedfur or even her own kits grieved for Mistleheart like Slatefoot and Dapplestar did. And now life was continuing on without Mistleheart, one of her own kits even announcing her pregnancy. It was a nice change of pace for YewClan, to have hope when usually there was only despair, but how could life so easily continue without Mistleheart? How could her own blood and flesh go about their lives as if nothing had even happened? Slatefoot had picked herself up and rejoined Clan life just last moon, but that didn’t mean her loss of Mistleheart was any less.
It was Dapplestar who Slatefoot had been going to more and more in the last few moons. It was Dapplestar who truly felt the same as Slatefoot did. No other cat seemed to care that Mistleheart had died anymore. But Dapplestar did. Dapplestar mourned the fallen warrior just as much as Slatefoot did.
In a way, being with Dapplestar was like being with Mistleheart. So long as Slatefoot was with the leader then Mistleheart’s memory would never fade.
Dapplestar would never be Mistleheart, but it was the closest thing she would ever have of her. And after losing Mistleheart before saying how she felt, Slatefoot didn’t want to give up another chance to love.
It had taken a little bit of coaxing on Slatefoot’s part, but after some time she managed to get Dapplestar out of the den the two now shared. I’m the leader’s mate now, Slatefoot thought in a daze. She had never imagined she would be standing side by side with Dapplestar, announcing to the Clan that they were mates. She had always imagined herself as YewClan’s leader, announcing to the Clan that it was Mistleheart who held the title of leader’s mate, and yet…
The rosette covered warrior pressed lovingly against Dapplestar, offering reassuring glances toward her mate as the tortoiseshell called the Clan together, preparing them for the news. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 21, 2024 18:52:48 GMT -5
Seedflower »
went hunting before any other cat woke up - @ -
gave prey to lightshard - Dew
& greeted monarchlightning enthusiastically - Sand
Energy coursed through Seedflower’s veins, making it impossible for him to sleep. While the rest of the Clan lay comfortably in their nests after a daring attack on a pair of badgers, Seedflower was too riled up after his participation in the battle. Okay, battle was a bit of a strong word there, but it could have turned into a battle, which was why Heavy had sent out so many warriors and offered so many secondary patrols to fall back on. Seedflower had been assigned to one, and while he had not been on the same patrol as his grandmother had been during the chase, he was sure the old calico was proud of him all the same.
With so much energy in his paws, Seedflower had decided to take advantage of being awake and set out into the territory to hunt. The pre-dawn air was much cooler than the days had been recently, and it didn’t take long for the young tom to catch a decent amount of prey to take back home. He returned just as his Clanmates were rousing for morning patrols, and as he made his way toward the fresh-kill pile he walked past Lightshard. He dipped his head toward the young molly and offered her one of the robins he had caught before turning to place the rest of his catch onto the pile.
As he was turning away from the fresh-kill pile Seedflower just happened to catch sight of Monarchlightning, the gray tabby stretching herself out near the medicine cat’s den. With the immediate urge to go to her, the young tom quickly grabbed the mouse he had caught earlier and eagerly trotted over to Monarchlightning. He placed the mouse near her paws, smiling warmly while ducking his head sheepishly in greeting. Seedflower’s ears instantly warmed and his heart thudded against his chest. ”Morning, Monarchlightning. I, uh, I know you can get your own breakfast, but…” He pawed the mouse gingerly, pushing it a little closer toward her. ”I just thought it would be easier to bring this to you instead.”
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Post by asrise on Oct 21, 2024 20:18:02 GMT -5
 Echospots with Petaltree and Hayfeather Echospots paced the camp, looking around the dens inside. One question was on his mind. Now that his sickness had abated… was he ready to leave? He had to admit, there was some part of him deep within that longed to be a part of something bigger than himself. But more cats around meant more that he would have to trust. And these cats didn’t even seem to be talking to him all that much. But before he could make a decision, Heavy called all the cats up.
Echospots watched from afar as the deputy explained the situation about the badger. A badger’s not a good thing to have around in the territory at all! If I leave, I certainly want to know it’s nowhere near me! He admired the way the deputy worked, already sending patrols to scout the creature. Seems she’s more of a leader than Dapplestar. He decided to speak up. “I can help scout the badger with some of the others, Heavy.” He meowed, volunteering himself. After all, it was in his best interest.
So here he was. Patrolling next to two YewClan cats, Petaltree and Hayfeather. Echospot’s ears were pricked, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed for the badger. How hard can it be to find a great, lumbering, stinking badger? But it was Petaltree who caught it first, moving a while from them. Echospots shadowed it with her as Hayfeather left to find the rest of the clan for help. A small sense of unease grew within him, but he shoved it down, focusing his efforts on the badger. At long last, the Hayfeather returned… And with half the clan on his tail! Echospots purred with gratitude. If YewClan can work together this well, then maybe that’s something I should be a part of.
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Post by Sand on Oct 22, 2024 11:23:42 GMT -5
Spottedfur : - thinks too many warriors die young
- is convinced to play when Amberrise threw a moss-ball in front of him several times
- is glad Amberrise got him to smile
The heat had brought some sort of understanding between Dapplestar and Hornetstar of BurdockClan which surprised Spottedfur. Even though it wasn't the elder's first time seeing war, he was shocked that peace was possible. YewClan had seen too many young warriors die young whether it was at war with the rogues, a skirmish with BurdockClan, or illnesses that led them to StarClan's path. He couldn't fathom it anymore and it became more bleak as the days went on. Clearly there was no sight to the ending of grief. However, Dapplestar and Slatefoot had found love– something that was a bright spot in one's dark days. On top of that, Hazelpelt's kit, Ivykit, was safely born and now living with her in the nursery. Wrenice was expecting kits too! Maybe things were looking up for YewClan although the grumpy tom wasn't convinced.
While sitting outside the elder's den, Spottedfur had been grooming his speckled fur on a hot day. His gaze widened at the sight of a moss-ball, which had been thrown by another cat. Amberrise, right? That must've been the tom's name. He glanced towards the ball, then to Amberrise, who must have expected him to do something. He wasn't a kit and he certainly wasn't going to play like one.
But then, the ball was retrieved and thrown again towards Spottedfur which caused his tail to dart back and forth with interest. "Are you expecting me to play, Amberrise?" he meowed to the brown and black warrior. The ball moved once again and Spottedfur dove forward, chasing it like he was young again. He quickly hit it towards Amberrise as a small smile cracked on his face while excitement flooded through him. "Throw it again, come on!" he challenged, his silver gaze gleaming with delight.
For the first time in two moons, someone had got him to smile and he was glad that it was Amberrise.
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Monarchlightning : - hopes Heavy can find something for her to do while she recovers
- is annoyed with something Spottedfur said
- thanks Seedflower for the prey
If it wasn't obvious to any cat yet, Monarchlightning was hoping that Heavy could find something for her to do while recovering from her mangled leg. Despite the pain, she was sick and tired of lying around camp and the medicine cat all day long. She felt meaningless compared to her clanmates who got to fight badgers and leave camp without permission. It was almost like being a kit again, how awful. Her blue gaze scoured the camp for the calico deputy, wondering if Heavy was going to come find her soon. She couldn't take another one of Spottedfur's pointless tales, especially one he had told her about recovering from injuries. Apparently allowing the medicine cats to help her heal was a good idea and that it helped more than she'd ever know. She wanted to heal properly, but his comment annoyed her more than it should.
So much for trying to kill Flax, who she hoped wouldn't recover from his deep claw wound. Maybe he had dropped dead by now and Monarchlightning would never see the traitor again. Just the thought of him being gone was a good distraction, but it didn't last long enough.
A familiar brown, black and white tom approached her while she stretched outside the medicine cat's den. She almost leapt to her paws when she realized it would hurt too much, so Monarchlightning stayed put. Her blue eyes widened a bit, noticing the mouse at her paws and Seedflower's sheepish greeting. Once he pushed it closer to her, the grey tabby couldn't help but stare at him in gratitude and… what felt like… fondness? Was that the feeling she had felt last moon while fishing with him? It must have been.
"Really?" she asked in a low voice, slightly embarrassed that she hadn't done anything for Seedflower and yet he was bringing her prey. The grey tabby's ears grew warm as she could hear her heart thump in her ears.
He was right though, it was much easier that he had brought her prey than shuffling around camp with her mangled leg. "Thank you, Seedflower. I appreciate it," she told him with a soft smile. "You're right though, it is a lot easier if someone brings me prey."
Especially if it's you, Monarchlightning thought, her heart still fluttering in her chest.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 22, 2024 19:22:21 GMT -5
Seedflower »
with monarchlightning - Sand
Why Seedflower expected Monarchlightning to hiss at him for implying she couldn’t get her own breakfast was beyond him, but the fear lingered in the back of his mind, urging him to prepare for that particular scenario. The gray tabby was fierce, a spirited warrior much like her mother Hopbramble. But Seedflower knew from experience that she wasn’t just a sharp-tongued tabby with a penchant for hostility. Deep down Monarchlightning was a compassionate cat with a deep love for her Clan. She had kindness underneath her rough exterior. Seedflower had witnessed just that only a moon ago when she had agreed to teach him how to fish. Not much learning and teaching had happened, and while Seedflower didn’t have a better understanding of fishing, he did have a better understanding of Monarchlightning.
A purr rumbled in the young tom’s throat. Taking her acceptance of the mouse as an invitation to sit, Seedflower settled down beside Monarchlightning, scarred tail wrapping neatly around his dark-furred paws. Hesitantly looking toward the molly’s injured leg, he asked, ”Has Shadepatch or Flashspeckle said anything about how your leg’s healing? I can tell you’re eager to get back on patrols.” It didn’t take much for Seedflower to see the anxiety in Monarchlightning’s posture, how her shoulders tensed in anticipation at the sight of patrols leaving, how she stared hopefully toward Heavy anytime the deputy walked nearby. After being relied on so much by Heavy, being stuck in camp with nothing to do surely had to feel tortuous to Monarchlightning. ”If you’re up for it, maybe we could see if there’s anything that needs to be done around camp. Just the two of us, repairing dens or something…” Seedflower’s voice trailed off as he realized what exactly he was suggesting. Heat flushed against his skin, crawling like ants under his thin pelt. It wasn’t a crime to want to spend more time with a Clanmate, but Seedflower’s heart raced as if he were stepping the line between following or breaking the warrior code.
Monarchlightning’s just a friend, that’s all, he told himself inwardly, yet so attuned to his own emotions and feelings, Seedflower was acutely aware of how understated that thought was. Just a friend. He could tell himself that all he wanted to, but Seedflower truly knew how he was starting to feel when around the pretty gray tabby. |
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Post by Sand on Oct 23, 2024 13:05:04 GMT -5
Monarchlightning : - with Seedflower
Monarchlightning wasn't sure why she felt at ease around Seedflower, despite the tension that held firmly in her shoulders. Watching Heavy pad around camp freely, asking cats to patrol or take care of things in camp almost seemed like a cruel joke. After being by the deputy's side for a few moons now, she was more than keen to get back to patrolling. While she tried not to frown or stare too much at the calico, it was hopeless. For now, she needed to focus on someone else and that was Seedflower.
The grey tabby wondered why she was so fond of Seedflower, but the more she thought about him, the more obvious it was. Seedflower was the kindest cat she knew, one who was willing to help any cat out before he'd do anything for himself. He had proved that by bringing her prey without treating her like a kit. She appreciated his sweetness and it lit a small light in her blue eyes. As he sat down, she glanced at his scarred tail, then at her own mangled leg. Would she earn a scar too? She hoped it wouldn't be horrific to look at, but at least she could say she defended her clan. Monarchlightning's ears pricked up at the sound of the medicine cats' names and she leaned in closer to Seedflower.
"Shadepatch gave me some herbs for it, but it feels okay. I think I'll heal in no time," she explained to the black, brown, and white tom. She nodded earnestly at his comment, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Oh, I'm more than eager! Sitting here is killing me, I was hoping Heavy would give me something to do, but it seems like she's too busy. That or she wants me to rest. Who likes to rest when they can be doing important duties instead?"
The young tom's suggestion had caught the grey tabby off guard. He was willing to repair dens with her? He had probably had a long day of patrolling, but the thought of spending time with Seedflower was very tempting. Without giving it a second thought, she blurted out, "Sure! I'm up for anything, repairing dens, even carrying moss. You name it, I'll help out."
It took Monarchlightning a good few moments to realize what she had agreed to. The young warrior's ears burnt with embarrassment as her heartbeat quickened, knowing that working alongside Seedflower may not be productive, but it would be worth her time. She just hoped he thought and felt the same way. Weren't they past the point of being acquaintances? Certainly they were friends, but what if they could be more than that? The thought made her tail twitch with excitement as her gaze lingered on Seedflower's briefly before looking at her paws. "What do you think is easier, repairing dens or carrying moss with a mangled leg?" she asked.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 23, 2024 20:21:36 GMT -5
Seedflower »
with monarchlightning - Sand
Perhaps before the end of the day Seedflower could track down Heavy and speak with her about Monarchlightning. It never took him much effort to grab the attention of his grandmother, and he was sure he could convince her to give Monarchlightning something to busy her paws with; after all, it was no secret that Heavy carried a certain fondness toward Monarchlightning. The battle with the rogues had proven that, and something told Seedflower that should his grandmother ever ascend to leadership, Monarchlightning would surely become her deputy. But right now Monarchlightning was injured, hurt by the claws of none other than YewClan’s longtime rival Flax. Just the thought of that fox-heart made Seedflower’s pelt twitch, his claws unsheathe. It was because of him that Seedflower had lost almost his entire family. It was because of Flax that Monarchlightning was now injured.
The tom glanced toward Monarchlightning’s leg. It sure did look painful. His tail-tail twitched, unsure. Perhaps it was best if she didn’t have anything to tend to while her leg healed. Maybe Heavy was doing her a favor by not giving her anything to do, but Seedflower could see how restless the tabby was. Just one look at her told him that she was miserable lazing about in camp all day. Monarchlightning was a hardworking warrior, and that was something he admired about the molly. He was caught between wanting her to be happy and wanting her to be healthy. He grumbled to himself - who knew the battle between happiness and health would be such a hard one.
His frustrated mood vanished upon hearing his mother’s name. Seedflower smiled, nodding his approval. ”Shadepatch’s the best medicine cat ever.” She was the only one he had known besides Flashspeckle. ”If any cat can make sure your leg is healed, it’s her. You’ll be feeling better in no time.” That wasn’t just hopeful thinking on his part, it was just fact. Not only was Shadepatch his mother, but she was an amazing medicine cat. Never once had he doubted his mother’s skill and her loyalty to the Clan she had found a home with.
Thinking about Shadepatch made him wonder about his father. How many moons had it been since he had last seen Thrushfleck, had heard his father’s voice? Once upon a time he had had hope that his father would return, but with each passing season Seedflower knew it was less and less likely to ever see the orange pelt of Thrushfleck ever again. Despite the unlikely return of Thrushfleck, Seedflower could still see the unconditional love his mother held for his father. Torn apart by the selfish claws of Flax, yet Shadepatch still loved Thrushfleck as if he were still here in the same camp as she was. They truly did love each other… I’d like to have that kind of love as well… He thought to the other pair of mates within the Clan. Drizzlemimic and Hayfeather - though it was rare Seedflower noticed affection between the two toms in recent moons. Slatefoot and Dapplestar, an odd pair that had come to light after Mistleheart’s demise. It was still hard for Seedflower to believe BurdockClan had killed her. Had allowed Flax to join their ranks.
He thought of his mother once more. BurdockClan blood flowed in her veins. BurdockClan flowed in his veins. What did their Clanmates think of them now? What did Monarchlightning think of him?
Seedflower shook his head, clearing his throat. ”We could do both. We can get some moss and put it in a pile next to us while we work. Maybe you can repair the lower parts of dens and I can do the higher areas?” He suggested with a tilt of his head, voice creating a question. Just holding moss would surely be boring, but if Monarchlightning focused on fixing areas of dens that didn’t require her to stretch and overexert herself then perhaps she wouldn’t tossle her leg around anymore than she needed to. This way she’d have more to do but not at the risk of making her injury worse. |
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Post by tigersdoroar on Oct 23, 2024 22:19:55 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________* Hunting patrol Dawnshade
* Mossball with Spottedfur
Amberrise and Dawnshade returned to camp after a wonderful hunting patrol, laughing and reminiscing. With the immense heat, the past few weeks had been rough on the dark tom, and he had grown grumpy and irritated with many members of his clan. Amberrise had known that if he had been assigned to a patrol with anyone else, he would've had a bad day. But rather, Heavy had given him the opportunity to spend the day with somebody who he could actually work with, and the two had indeed worked together well.
While out, Dawnshade had spotted a jay, and the two had silently surrounded it. With a mighty leap, and a supportive cheer from Dawnshade, Amberrise had knocked the jay out of the sky as it startled, killing it with one blow to the head. It had been an excellent catch, and a move Amberrise had performed time and time again. Amberrise had actually performed this move so much that it had reminded Dawnshade of a similar situation in which Amberrise had tried to do it as an apprentice and had accidentally stood on his own tail, crashing into the ground. It was a fun memory, and the two had much to laugh about. As the hunting trip ended, however, the two parted ways, and Amberrise found himself standing next to Echospots.
"Howdy Echospots! How are you?" Amberrise meowed, his mood light.
There was no response. It was as if Echospots hadn't even heard Amberrise. Annoyed, the dark tom let out a snort and walked away, kicking up a mossball as he went. The ball skittered across the ground, landing right in front of Spottedfur. The old tom's eyes widened at the sight, and he glanced from it to Amberrise, as if to question what the younger warrior was up to. Amberrise's eyes also widened, and a particularly blank, yet quizzical look crossed his face. This was not a situation he had expected to get himself into. Spottedfur was not a cat that Amberrise enjoyed talking to. And yet, here was an opportunity to interact with a cat that had not been making him grumpy over the past moon. Without thinking, Amberrise slowly grabbed the mossball and threw it again. What would Spottedfur do? Yell at him?
Unexpectedly, Spottedfur's tail twitched with interest, and he meowed, "Are you expecting me to play, Amberrise?"
Amberrise just shrugged and threw the ball a third time, curious to see what the old tom would do. This time, Spottedfur unexpectedly dove forward, and actually chased the mossball. Amberrise blinked in shock. Was this the same cat that had chewed out his mother a few moons ago? When Amberrise opened his eyes back up, the ball was flying towards him and he caught it with one paw, setting it back on the ground. Spottedfur was beaming with joy.
"Throw it again, come on!" Spottedfur challenged, excited.
Amberrise laughed, confused and surprised, and then meowed, "Are we playing Spottedfur?" Then he threw the moss ball back a third time, ready to join in. Amberrise had no idea how he had gotten himself into this game, but it was lightening his mood as well. Perhaps Spottedfur wasn't actually that bad.
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Sand (Spottedfur) chocolatemilk7 (Dawnshade) asrise (Echospots)
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 24, 2024 18:49:02 GMT -5
Seedflower »
Seedflower didn’t visit the graveyard often. The knowledge of former Clanmates having decayed beneath the ground, their skeletons resting soundlessly just below his paws, left a solemnly uncomfortable feeling within his chest. Many of the cats buried here he had no information on, their names and stories long forgotten by the cruel nature of time. Yet there were so many graves here that he could place a name and face to. Bubblingheart, even if he didn’t know the tom all that well before he had passed. Coppersplash, Frozenlaurel, Cinderdapple, Mistleheart.
Gingerpaw. Ravenwhistle.
His brothers’ remains lay buried deep within the ground, still and lifeless. Seedflower longed to see his littermates once more. He wanted to go on patrol with them. Wanted to sit around a piece of prey as they shared tales of their day and talked until the sun was well beneath the horizon. He wanted to tell them about his recent friendship with Monarchlightning, how he couldn’t stop thinking about the gray tabby molly and her beautiful blue eyes. Would either of his brothers have a mate by now? Would his brothers have found solace in the presence of another cat? Seedflower’s tail drooped. He would never know. His brothers would never get the chance to fall in love and raise a family of their own. His brothers had all of life’s little things stolen from them prematurely. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair.
The young tom padded closer to his mother, brushing against her. It wasn’t often that they were able to spend time together, and he knew he shouldn’t dampen this moment with his worries, but he was unable to stop the question that slipped from his jaws, ”Why did StarClan have to take Gingerpaw and Ravenwhistle? … Couldn’t they have just taken me instead?” His voice lowered into a barely audible whisper at the second question, eyes lowering and shoulders drooping. Suddenly he felt small. Vulnerable. Here in the graveyard with his mother the weight of all the death he had endured over the course of his life dragged him down, threatening to bury him in the ground alongside so many YewClan warriors. Life was cruel. Life was unfair. Seedflower knew that, but coming to terms with that was hard.
How did his mother deal with it? All the death and sorrow that came with being a medicine cat. She was the first cat to be called when something went wrong. Warriors witnessed gruesome injuries and even death, but a medicine cat saw it all. From birth to death a healer was there, guiding cats through every stage of life. Shadepatch was stronger than she was given credit for.
Shakily Seedflower drew in a breath. He would never forget his brothers, and he would always feel guilty that he had survived the longest out of all of them, but sulking about wasn’t what he was here to do. Heaviness weighed him down still, his movements sluggish, but he came to the graveyard to tidy it up alongside Shadepatch. Sorrow couldn’t drag him down now.
Seedflower »
asks scarletdrift how his wound is doing - Dew
For once it felt as if StarClan was smiling down upon YewClan. Hazelpelt had safely kitted, giving the Clan the little Ivykit. Wrenice was soon to kit as well. Seedflower was curious to know how many kits the silver and white tabby would have, and just the other day Spottedfur had brought home a kit he claimed as his. Spottedfur of all cats bringing home a kit! Seedflower would have never guessed that. He had been so sure the tom was too old to worry himself over parenting, but clearly that wasn’t the case. He wondered who the mother of the kit was, but Seedflower left the questions to himself. Who was he to question such things if it meant YewClan was finally seeing some youth among their ranks?
Pushing these questions aside, Seedflower had a mind to go and visit Monarchlightning. Her leg still mangled and left to sit around in camp a while longer, Seedflower knew she was ready to get out and do something. He wondered if she would be allowed a small walk just around camp, or even outside nearby camp, but as he neared the medicine cat den it wasn’t Monarchlightning who he spotted first. It was the white and ginger pelt of Scarletdrift, the elderly tom still injured from the claw wound he had received while protecting Heavy. Seedflower’s heart shuddered, gratitude and sympathy swelling in his chest. What a noble warrior Scarletdrift was, yet it wasn’t fair that he had received such a nasty wound for the sake of protecting a Clanmate.
Coming to a stop beside the old tom, Seedflower dipped his head. ”How’s the wound healing?” He asked gently, deciding to take a seat. It was obvious that the infection Scarletdrift had been battling had finally cleared, but that didn’t mean he was out of the woods just yet. Claw wounds were nasty things, certainly nothing to be nonchalant about.
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Post by asrise on Oct 25, 2024 1:20:04 GMT -5
Echospots Border Patrol - Small Dog Echospots had decided to stay. The strength and community of a clan had overcome him after all. It was useful to know that he would not go hungry, would be protected from danger, and be a proper member of something bigger than himself. But is that all really true? Echocpots grimaced, remembering the hushed whispers about him when he had taken fresh kill from the pile this morning. It seems I’m not exactly… one of them yet. So maybe they’re looking for something special from me, he thought with a frown.
The bengal tom walked over to Drizzlemimic, who had left grumbling about her next patrol with Heavy. “I can take your dusk patrol today, don’t worry about it.” He meowed gruffly. Helping his clanmates like this should silence those little whispers… and besides, he didn’t mind patrolling with the deputy. And so he padded over to Dawnshade and Heavy that evening, as the sun was setting.
The border seemed quiet, but as they moved towards the pond, Echospots heard loud shuffling of paws. Too clumsy to be a cat, but too light to be anything truly dangerous. Moving closer, he could see a small dog, the kind that Twolegs normally kept indoors. He looked to the deputy, who flashed out her claws. Silent nods and twitches of tails were enough to guide the patrol, spreading out as they surrounded the dog. When the creature noticed, letting off a peal of high-pitched yapping, Echospots leapt forwards, hissing nastily. Dawnshade and Heavy joined him, and soon the dog turned tail, running into the forest as they broke rank and gave chase, driving the dog far from their territory. Echospots felt his heart soar with triumph and pride in his new place… as a clanmate.
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Post by Dew on Oct 25, 2024 14:47:54 GMT -5
Whisperingheart Herb Gathering || with Flashspeckle It wasn't often that Whisperingheart was sent herb gathering, and she couldn't remember a time where she had been alone with the clans youngest medicine cat. He must have a lot on his paws with so many cats in the medicine den and the lingering threat of Burdockclan. Sure, the war was over, but tensions were still high. Whisperingheart for one was happy that the war was over and that she hadn't had to participate in any battles. Her sister was still in the medicine den from the first battle where she had gone straight for Flax, the rogue traitor that had killed many Yewclan cats when he had stayed in Yewclan.
"I hope Plumclan's doing okay, with their camp having caught fire." The news had been relayed at the last gathering, an honoring of many warriors who had fallen to the flames. They had been relentless, killing young and old. Plumclan's deputy, mediator, and one of their medicine cats had been killed in the flames, as well as many warriors getting killed and injured. "I hope they can heal their warriors by the time leafbare comes around. It would be terrible for them to lose any more cats in the aftermath."
The fire had probably been an effect of the heat that had been wearing down since greenleaf had rolled around. Yewclan had its own shortage of warriors with many down from the heat, their bodies not able to function with the seemingly everlasting heat. It was in these moons Whisperingheart was glad to have a shorter pelt, she didn't get as hot as others did when days like these came around.
But she was still pretty hot, not even her pelt could change that. It's days like these I wish I could stay in the shade of camp. Maybe I'll take a dip in the Rushing Creek later, to cool off. Getting her paws wet wasn't the most enjoyable thing Whisperingheart could think of, but jumping in would defiantly cool her off for a bit.
"So... what are we gathering today?" She asked. Flashspeckle hadn't said much, mostly just listening as she talked. Maybe that's just his vibe. He might have mentioned it earlier, but if he had, she had forgotten. The heat made it hard for any cat to think straight or remember much for a long time. Whisperingheart's own brain kept defaulting to the heat and how hot it was.
Flashspeckle nodded his head to a tree, an elder tree to be exact. Whisperingheart vaguely remembered seeing them being used a few times, and started to collect them. They looked slightly wilted under in the heat of the past two moons, but probably still useable. They collected moss again, something that reminded Whisperingheart of her apprentice days. It was one of the first things an apprentice did, moss collecting being something that was not only useful for the medicine cats but also something that could train your muscles in battle strikes.
Once they finished collecting everything they could carry, the conversation stopped. Whisperingheart's own mouth was full, and Flashspeckle hadn't spoken much since they had set out. Ugh. I can't wait to get back to camp. Maybe I'll visit Monarchlightling in the medicine den. I feel bad that she's been in there for so long. Some sibling time was something that Whisperingheart valued over almost everything, and she felt that she hadn't been getting enough of recently. Well, might as well change that... soon. [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by Sand on Oct 25, 2024 16:19:46 GMT -5
[ sorry that it's super long, I got carried away with this, so I put a majority of Spottedfur's prompt in a spoiler. ]Spottedfur :
- disappears from camp for two days & brings back Lemonkit
- saw Petaltree being considerate
- thinks Dapplestar is trying her best
Spottedfur rose out of his nest before dawn, his silver gaze scouring the camp for any of his clanmates. Thankfully, no cat was awake just yet unless he hadn't noticed them. He slipped out of camp without a word and made his way towards Rainfang's Point.
In recent moons, Spottedfur had met another feline– an outsider named Stone, who refused to join any clan. As he trekked through the mixed forest, his mind wandered. He had been told by Stone to meet them at Rainfang's Point for a visit. He hadn't seen them in a moon, maybe more by now. All Spottedfur knew was that Stone had a surprise for him, but he despised surprises– they always seemed to bring the worst out of the grumpy elder.
Once at the massive white pine, the silver speckled tom was panting from his journey. Beneath the tree was a pale grey marbled tabby cat, their deep yellow eyes full of uncertainty. It was almost like Stone didn't want to be there or was he misunderstanding their emotions? He quickled padded over to them, touching his bright pink nose to theirs. "Stone, I'm sorry… It took me longer than I thought it would," he apologized, licking his chest fur in embarrassment. "So, have you thought about it?"
Stone stared at Spottedfur before letting out a sigh as they beckoned to the ground with a nod of their head. They had their tail curled around a small bundle of pale grey fur that mewled loudly. "She's yours. She was the only one in her litter. Her name's Lemon, er… Lemonkit," they mewed in a low tone, their deep yellow eyes briefly gazing at the kitten. "But she doesn't need to live the life of an outsider. I can't provide for her."
Spottedfur gave Stone a puzzled look, his silver eyes flickering from Stone to the kitten. As far as the elder knew, Stone was a great hunter which was how they met them, so why were they giving up now? Surely Stone could join him in YewClan too, but their conversations were always cut short when Spottedfur would mention his clan. Stone didn't take kindly to the idea which he could understand, but at the same time, YewClan had become a lonely place for him.
Yet it was his home, his family– even if he didn't have Stormmask at his side, he saw YewClan as his family, blood or no blood. Petaltree's considerateness had caught his attention in a good way, it was one of the many reasons why he loved his clan. The tortoiseshell was kind to their clanmates. He knew Dapplestar was trying her best in finding peace with BurdockClan. If Stone couldn't care for Lemonkit, then he and YewClan would.
"What do you mean, you can't provide for her? Stone, I can't take her from you. Lemonkit needs both of us," he insisted, his heart pounding in his chest with concern. "If you'd just come with me, we can help. I promise you."
Stone shook their head relentlessly and in that moment, Spottedfur's heart dropped into his stomach. Do they not… love me? he wondered, his gaze falling to Lemonkit before making eye contact with the marbled tabby feline.
"I'm sick, too sick to care for her. There was so much blood when I gave birth, I can barely hunt for myself and this heat wave isn't doing me any favors," Stone explained, shuffling their paws as they unwrapped their tail from Lemonkit. "Like I said, she's yours. Your clan… she would have family there. It's a second chance for you and a new life for her."
Even though the grey speckled tom had heard Stone's long explanation, he didn't want to believe it. "Do you love me or not, Stone?" he asked, staring at the tabby cat with a straight face.
Silence. Heartbreak. Vulnerability was clearly written on Spottedfur's face and Stone's face said it all, despite no words being spoken. "I can't join your clan, Spottedfur. I'm sorry, but it's not the life I want for the few moons I have left. I'm lucky enough to be alive for you and Lemonkit right now," they responded as they swallowed their pride. "But you know what we had was short, it was to fill empty holes in our hearts. I'm grateful to you because it did."
"Can we spend two days together at least? Us and Lemonkit, before I take her home," Spottedfur pleaded, desiring their company once more.
"Okay."
~ Two days passed quickly and before Spottedfur knew it, he had arrived in YewClan's camp with Lemonkit's scruff held tightly in his jaws. The grief from Mistleheart's death had lessened while he spent time with Stone and Lemonkit. The tom grumbled as the kitten mewled incessantly at him while he slipped into the nursery, carefully placing her down next to Hazelpelt. He hoped the queen would be willing to care for his young daughter or maybe Wrenice could too, once she gave birth. Either way, Lemonkit needed a queen to care for her. He'd keep an eye on her as much as possible, whether he was alive or not. No matter what, Spottedfur was going to be there for Lemonkit. She was his second chance and newfound hope in fatherhood.
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Post by Sand on Oct 25, 2024 16:36:48 GMT -5
Monarchlightning : - watches over the healers den while the healers are away
- wishes Dapplestar would give her a job to do
While Flashspeckle was out with Whisperingheart, Monarchlightning had offered to watch the healers' den for him and Shadepatch. The tortoiseshell she-cat had left too with Seedflower, her son which meant she was on her own once more.
A pair of tired blue eyes stared at the herb storage, then the den's entrance and scoured the back of the den. Nothing interesting, nothing new. She wished that Dapplestar would give her a job to do, considering that the leader and Hornetstar of BurdockClan had agreed on peace– for now. Still, Monarchlightning didn't trust those mouse brained cats for allowing Flax to enter their ranks. She truly hoped that the war was finished though her mind constantly wandered to Flax, wondering if he was a part of BurdockClan or if their enemy had learnt of his past.
No matter what, being in the healers' den was beyond boring. Seedflower was too busy to visit her and her siblings had their own duties to take care of. Monarchlightning understood, but at the same time she wished she could heal as fast as possible. She needed to be patient, that's all. It wasn't that hard, was it?
I suppose making sure the healers' den is safe is a glorified duty, the grey tabby mused with a snort. It's not like any cat will try to steal herbs that they don't know how to use.
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Post by tigersdoroar on Oct 25, 2024 16:57:25 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________* Hunting patrol with Hopbramble
Amberrise padded along the Rushing Creek, longing to dip his toes in, if only briefly. Today he was hunting with his mother Hopbramble, and as much as he enjoyed her company, he did not enjoy the heat. This was the clans' second moon of intolerable heat. The first had taken Plumclan's camp, and although the war with Burdockclan had been called off due to the heat, Amberrise was worried that if the heat continued, terrible things would come to Yewclan.
The young tom panted as he walked, talking and asking questions between breaths, "Hey, do you think this heat is ever going to subside mom? - - I'm baking under my dark coat. - - I'd appreciate if Dapplestar and Heavy switched us to night hunting. - - I don't know if I can take much more of this. - - It's unbearable!" He wasn't sure if his mother was going to respond, as sometimes she didn't when he yapped like this, but he liked to think she was listening anyways. The two didn't always see eye to eye, but they were good companions none the less.
As Amberrise walked and yapped, he began to see a haze of heat forming above the rocks next to the river. He would need to be careful of where he set his paws. The dark rocks were guaranteed to be hotter than the light, and Amberrise didn't want to burn his pads. As he began to scan the rocks however, he suddenly froze, spotting a green haze instead of a black one. Curious, he got into a hunter's crouch and began to crawl forward. Carefully placing his paws and avoiding the darker rocks filled with blistering heat, Amberrise inched closer until he could make out a lizard. When he was ready to leap, the lizard shot forward and disappeared into a dark crevasse between two large stones. Amberrise shot after it. When Amberrise reached the gap between the large stones, he jabbed a black forepaw into it's depths, extending his claws and grabbing desperately at everything he could. It was no use.
"Well I guess the lizard lives to laze around another day!" He scoffed. "It's down too far for me to grab."
In Amberrise's haste, he had landed on several hot stones, and now his pads were warm to the touch. To cool them off, he padded to the shallow creek and waded in, sighing with relief as the cool water washed over his dark fur. It was nice. Small minnows darted around his legs as he let himself cool.
"Perhaps we should fish instead?" He suggested to Hopbramble.
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lemonshortbread (Hopbramble)
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Post by polarized on Oct 26, 2024 9:24:20 GMT -5
 Wrenice - Moves into the nursery, hopes her litter is small
- Can’t stand watching her peers make fools of themselves
- Spends a lot of time with Hazelpelt in the nursery
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with Hazelpelt, Ivykit Wrenice had moved to the nursery, the warm walls of the enclosed den gently welcoming her. Two tiny kits laid there, one Spottedfur’s and one Hazelpelt’s. Ivykit and Lemonkit. She blinked self-consciously at Hazelpelt. Wrenice still didn’t know if she was ready for kits. She loved kits, I mean, how would she even know? She was the youngest in the clan with her siblings for many moons. Little kits skipping around her, she would be their mother. The feeling they were in her stomach made her feel strange. Maybe she could ask Hazelpelt. She’s heard horrible stories of pregnancies, surely she would be okay, right? She moved to the comfortable nest, hoping to talk to Hazelpelt. Looking outside, she rolled her eyes at her clanmates. How could they be messing around? Maybe they had arranged peace with BurdockClan, but for how long? The warriors had to be ready. The thought of BurdockClan and the war made her hold her breath. Her kits. Could she ever bare to watch them enter wars?
Finally being able to spark that conversation with Hazelpelt, she nervously spoke to the queen. “Whats it like?” She asked, realising how dumb the question was. “Oh—uhm.. having kits I mean. I don’t know if I’m ready.” She looked at Ivykit, hoping she has a small litter.
After a heartfelt conversation with Hazelpelt, she felt much better. She felt excited. She couldn’t wait to bring kits to Yewclan. She wished Mistleheart could be here, to see her daughter’s kits. Would she be proud? Being a Grandmother? Wrenice hoped so. She would tell her kits so many stories of how strong their grandmother was. How noble she was. She sighed, imagining Lightshard in the medicine den. She couldn’t wait for her sister to meet the kits. She hadn’t told any cat the father, and wasn’t planning too. Maybe not yet, anyways. |
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Post by Dew on Oct 26, 2024 20:24:35 GMT -5
Lightshard Wound grows infected + Debates Morals with Seedflower || with Seedflower She had thrown herself into battle against Burdockclan, and she had failed. Lost. They had beaten her, yes she had put up a fight, yes she had gotten a few good blows in, but it had been Lightshard who had ran from the battlefield, not the Burdockclan cat. And she wasn't satisfied. Mistleheart still wasn't here. At least the rogues had been driven out and killed. And although the reasonable part of her knew that they shouldn't drive Burdockclan out, another part wanted to. They killed my mother.
Another topic that had been talked about was the new kits in Yewclan. No longer was she the youngest cat in the clan, now that Ivykit had been born and Lemonkit had been brought in. And... Wrenice was expecting. Her sister was pregnant. Lightshard wished that she could have helped move her sister into the nursery, wished she could snuggle with her right now. Her only living family left. But her wound had grown infected, red and hot to the touch. She was advised to stay in her nest, or to stay really close to the medicine den if she wanted to get some fresh air. So her pregnant sister had to visit her. Fate is cruel. Why can't the medicine cats hurry up and heal me already?
Lightshard winced as the exited the medicine den, going to her usual patch of shade cast by the medicine den in the evening. Most cats were settling down, grabbing prey from the pile and sharing tongues. Wrenice was nowhere to be seen. Lightshard shook away the stab of disappointment in her belly, or was that the pain from the infected wound?
Well anyways, if Wrenice was taking a nap, what was she to do? Who was she to rant with about Dapplestar ending the war with Burdockclan? Lightshard wasn't a cat who reached out often, mostly only talking to the cats she patrolled with and Wrenice. Sitting up and scanning the camp, it was Seedflower to caught Lightshard's eye. He had also lost a parent and his littermates, but at least he still had his mother, like she still had Wrenice. But he seemed like a goody-two shoes. Or a cat who just did his duties and then his day was over, then woke up and did it again. Boring.
"Seedflower!" Lightshard called, beckoning the tom with her tail. "What do you think about Dapplestar ending the war with Burdockclan? I wish she hadn't." Lightshard rolled her eyes. She had a feeling that Seedflower wouldn't agree, but a little debate was something that might bring some entertainment to her otherwise boring day. "It's just... they killed Mistleheart! She's gone, and I feel like no cat did anything about it! Burdockclan deserves something worse than what they got!" Feathertalon (Seedflower)
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 26, 2024 21:40:20 GMT -5
Seedflower »
Lightshard was the last cat Seedflower had expected to hear call his name. They had grown up together, playing as kits and training as apprentices, but the relationship they had never went any further than civil interactions between Clanmates. Neither Seedflower nor Lightshard went out of their ways to speak with one another outside of patrols, so when he heard his name and saw who it had come from, it was safe to say that surprise was the emotion spreading across his face.
Confusion followed the surprise as he padded toward the spotted gray molly. There was perhaps even a spark of disappointment within his yellow-green gaze. It sure would be nice if he had grabbed the attention of a certain other gray molly, but Seedflower couldn’t be wasting his time thinking of Monarchlightning constantly. He doubted she was always thinking about him, but it was hard to convince his mind to focus on something else these past few moons.
Until Lightshard jumped straight into her debate, that is.
His shoulder fur instantly spiked. The war with BurdockClan left him torn, addled. Not only had they murdered a Clanmate in cold blood - a Clanmate he knew his aunt loved dearly and that his grandmother had practically raised - but they had welcomed Flax into their ranks. Flax. The murderous, traitorous, no good coward… He had taken Gingerpaw. Thrushfleck. Ravenwhistle. Even Cinderdapple. Seedflower’s family was broken because of that heartless tom, torn apart as if his family had been some leaf shredded by a violent storm. And now Monarchlightning was stuck in the medicine cat den with a mangled leg because of Flax. If Flax managed to take one more cat that Seedflower cared about away…
The mottled warrior drew in a deep breath. His chest was heaving, his eyes narrowed, tail shivering. What did he think about the war and the tentative peace negotiated between Dapplestar and Hornetstar?
How did he truly feel?
Seedflower didn’t think about BurdockClan often. He didn’t think of FlowerClan very much, either, but he knew there was no YewClan blood running in his veins. He was constructed of only FlowerClan and BurdockClan,which meant he was sure to have kin beyond the borders, blood that claimed their allegiance to Clans beyond that of his own. Who was to say that the pale brown tabby of BurdockClan he saw at the last gathering wasn’t a cousin of his? Who was to say that the dilute tortoiseshell from FlowerClan he saw on a border patrol wasn’t his great aunt? It felt odd knowing that the only Clan blood in his veins came from across borders, and while his loyalty lay only with YewClan, Seedflower understood how his genetic makeup could be construed as worrisome for some. He carried no pride toward FlowerClan or BurdockClan, but that didn’t mean he believed misfortune should fall upon them.
The young tom let out a slow sigh. Shoulders eased back into position. Setting his feelings toward Flax aside allowed him to dig deeper into his mind and soul, allowed him to truly understand how he felt about it all. ”We were lucky no cat was killed because of the war,” Seedflower finally responded, easing himself into conversation. He knew this wasn’t what Lightshard would want to hear, but she had asked for his opinion and his opinion is what he would give. ”Do you really want to risk the lives of more of our Clanmates? YewClan is just now rebuilding itself. For once we have new kits in the nursery and more on the way. Do you want them to possibly grow up without their parents? What BurdockClan did was - is - wrong, but I don’t think we should be risking anymore of our Clanmates than necessary. The real enemy here is Flax. We now know what he’s capable of, but the other Clans don’t. He charmed his way into our ranks, so of course he’d do it again. We should focus on getting rid of him, but not at the cost of pitting Clans against other Clans.” With Flax living alongside BurdockClan now his words were easier said than done, but if peace was becoming an option then perhaps something could be done about it all. Perhaps Dapplestar could somehow convince Hornetstar of Flax’s treachery… If they could find a peaceful solution between the Clans to get rid of Flax once and for all…
Seedflower flexed his claws. He lived and breathed the warrior code. No warrior shall murder another in cold blood. But Flax was no warrior and Seedflower would show no mercy. He’d sink his teeth deep into Flax’s flesh without any hesitation. For Gingerpaw, Thrushfleck, Ravenwhistle, Cinderdapple, and Mistleheart. … For Monarchlightning. Oh, if he were to catch Flax alone…
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Post by cometchaos on Oct 28, 2024 15:10:43 GMT -5
 Shadepatch--Herb Gathering
-Is thinking about her old clanmates-Shadepatch waas heading toward the Burdockclan border to gather goldenrod. Goldenrod was plentiful on the Burdockclan border, and while she knew it might not be safe to gather herbs there alone, but she didn't really care. She could manage it if it happened.
Shadepatch had now arrived at the Burdockclan border, and was collecting herbs quite quickly, taking the herbs stems for her stock and the flowers to decorate the camp. The yellow flowers would probably make the camp look quite welcoming, or at least Shadepatch thought so.
She was thinking about her old clanmates, from when she was a Burdockclan apprentice. There were her siblings, Lakespirit and Crowfrost, who she hadn't really met since leaving for Yewclan. Before leaving, she had felt like all of Burdockclan hated her, but now she knew that it probably wasn't everycat. Probably still a lot of them though.
Once Shadepatch started walking back to camp, she was still thinking about Burdockclan. When had her bad feeelings about her former clan even begun? She thought that it likely all started with that one battle training, before she decided to be a medicine cat... She looked up at the sky, leaving her thoughts for a moment, seeing a blackbird flying across the sky. Shadepatch liked birds. She wondered where she would fly if she was one.
[[ OOC: Here, have a snippet of Shadepatch lore that will only be explained once you know the two main things that happened in her backstory :] also, Shadepatch bird symbolism! (idk if 'symbolism' is the right word there but who cares) ]] |
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Post by asrise on Oct 28, 2024 19:31:53 GMT -5
Echospots Border Patrol - Pawprints with Hayfeather and Drizzlemimic Echospots strutted about, his tail swinging lazily behind him. It felt like he was truly at home now. Everyone had welcomed him, and he’d proven his capability to them. So when he was called out on yet another border patrol by Heavy, he nodded gratefully to the deputy and accompanied Hayfeather and Drizzlemimic out towards the border. It was very early in the morning, in fact they were the very first patrol out this morning, and the sun hadn’t made it over the horizon yet.
So how did these get here? Echospots thought, sniffing at a fresh set of pawprints traipsing all over the territory. Soon they found its source: A fluffy kittypet trotting through the forest, not a care in the world. Echospots looked to the others, not having met a kittypet in the borders of YewClan before. Hayfeather made the first move, hissing at the kittypet and moving to chase them from the territory. I suppose I’d rather have them off the territory, too. Echospots though, joining in and snapping his jaws at the kittypet, making it mewl in surprise and flee far away from the forest.
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