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Post by stormshade1 on Nov 11, 2024 0:49:22 GMT -5
 Pondspeckle Patrol, finds Canationkit (Sand )
Seedpaw was his apprentice.
No. Not Seedpaw. Seedflower. That was his warrior name. No thanks to Pondspeckle. Maybe he had been Seedflower’s mentor. But that didn’t mean he trained him. Three moons. Three moons he had had Seedpaw. The first moon. That didn’t mean much. Seedpaw was still young, and nothing of use could be taught. Hunting, maybe. Barely. And then there was that traitor, that filthy, foxhearted mange pelt. Flax. That evil cat. There were no words that could truly describe what Pondspeckle felt for that cat. And that cat. Killed his father.
And so he was in grief for the rest of Seedflower’s apprenticeship.
Then he recovered. But he didn’t spend that moon with Seedpaw. No, he spent it with Myrtlesprout. Showing her around. Maybe he went out with Seedpaw once or twice, but that was in a moon. Seedpaw had bonded with Slatefoot anyways. Slatefoot was his mentor.
And then he did have the moon of the war with Seedpaw. But Seedpaw was getting older at that point. There wasn’t anything left to teach him that Slatefoot hadn’t. Slatefoot had been a good mentor to Seedflower. And when he became a warrior, Pondspeckle knew Slatefoot was who the young tom had thanked.
But that same young tom was his former apprentice. Even if Pondspeckle hadn’t really been his mentor. And Seedflower was a cat first and foremost. It didn’t really matter if he was Pondspeckle’s apprentice. Seedflower was a cat. A good one, at that.
“Seedflower? Do you wanna...” Oh StarClan. Pondspeckle could not talk today. The words would not come out. The right words evaded him.“We could... go on a walk? For a bit? Just... to talk? Take a break?”
Please say yes please say yes please say yes. Luckily, Seedflower jumped at the opportunity. And said yes.
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It was beautiful outside that day. A stark contrast to the pouring rain and storms that had been going on for most of the season. The sun was actually shining; the birds actually chirping. The leaves falling, creating a satisfying crunch underpaw. The plants were beginning to curl up and die. That was a harsh word, Pondspeckle thought, to describe such a lovely evening.
“Pondspeckle... Is it wrong to worry about leafbare? Would the Clan find that mouse-brained?”
Last leafbare was vicious, taking the lives of Coppersplash, Pondspeckle’s other former apprentice, along with Blizzardkit, Red and Puddlefog. Red really didn’t have much hope, but Blizzardkit was Bubblingstar’s own daughter. She had such a bright future as a warrior. And then, that harsh leafbare allowed that traitorous cat to join the Clan.
“Leafbare is a time everyone worries about. Prey is low. The cold takes the lives of many cats. Coppersplash died last year. So did Blizzardkit and Puddlefog. Blizzardkit died before you came to the Clan. She was one of Bubblingstar’s kits, the sibling of Whorldusk and Foxclove. I’m sure you remember them. And Puddlefog. You fought alongside him in the battle. And so did Red. He was an old loner we had taken in a moon before. He had redcough. Ironic, I know. But the disease is deadly. It took him the moon after we found him. You are right to worry. I’m worried. If we lose that many cats this leafbare... look. Some of us will die. That’s the life of a warrior, I suppose, but there were no terms and conditions when we joined the Clan. Though that’s really the life of any cat. But there’s no terms and conditions for you to sign when you’re born either. But some of us will die. It is leafbare’s inherent right to take a life or two. Or three. Or even four. But we will pray that StarClan will bless us this leafbare. One can only hope for the best.”
That was something. That was a speech. That took way longer to say than it should have. He could have just said, everycat worries about leafbare. But no, he had to give an entire lecture. Seriously.
Suddenly, something startled him. A movement in the bushes. But that wasn’t prey. It had YewClan scent.
“Carnationkit!” Pondspeckle shouted. And then a tiny head peeked out of the bush. Of course. Of course a kit had snuck out. Just a kit doing what kits do best: breaking every rule in the book.
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Post by stormshade1 on Nov 11, 2024 1:37:47 GMT -5
 Ivorytuft (Sand , Feathertalon )
She was cold.
So, so cold. She would never be warm again. The water was just below her head. She wouldn’t drown. Not yet, anyways. But when she drowned, she could leave. She could leave this evil existence. Go to StarClan. Assuming they would accept her. Because maybe he was right. Maybe she would go to the Dark Forest. That’s where the rest of her Clan would have thought she’d gone. It was a badger. No. Then they would send out patrols to find this non-existent badger. She went missing when we were hunting. No. They’d send out search patrols. The twolegs took her. That’s what they’d say. And when they found her dead body in the stream, that would only further cement their mistrust of those furless beasts.
Because Ivorytuft was meant to die. She deserved it. After what she had done. She would go to the Dark Forest.
The water swirled around her. She should get out. But she couldn’t. She didn’t have the energy to do it. She didn’t want to do it. There was no point. She couldn’t go back to FlowerClan. He’d tell the whole Clan what she’d done. She’d be exiled anyway.
So maybe it was for the best.
That she die out here.
In the cold.
In the rain.
In the river.
Swept away.
So that no one would find her.
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She was only aware of the cold. That was the only thing tethering her to reality. And the pain. The pain shooting through her leg. The only things keeping her from fading off into some distant land. Where none of this ever happened. Where she could be with her Clan.
And then she felt something. The ground underneath her shifted.
He’s back. He knows I’m alive and he’s back.
Then she heard voices. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, but they were there. And then she felt something that she had thought she would never feel again. Warmth. Even if it was only the slightest bit. The water was still firmly soaked in her fur. But she stopped shivering. She felt something lifting her fur up. She flinched, and squirmed a bit. Not much. She didn’t have the energy to do so. No. I’m supposed to die. I deserve to die. But she couldn’t do anything.
“You’re safe with us.”
That wasn’t him. This was a different cat entirely. Not a FlowerClan cat. A loner. Or a YewClan cat. But she knew she wasn’t safe. She was a FlowerClan cat. She wouldn’t be safe with them. Once they found out.
But the molly wrapped around her stayed. Even when she realized – Ivorytuft felt it, felt her shock. But the cat stayed. Stayed with her. And then Ivorytuft became aware that she wasn’t the only one. The other cat wasn’t the only other cat. There was another. One who was pressing herself against Ivorytuft, lapping at her fur. Ivorytuft lay there. Still. It felt so good. It felt so good to be cared for. It felt so good. So calm. And she drifted off. Sucked into the vortex of warmth and pain. Two very opposite things. But both feelings she had at that moment.
And then she woke up.
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Post by asrise on Nov 11, 2024 16:17:55 GMT -5
 Echospots A moon had passed, and still Echospots was draggy and lethargic. The venom from the bite had severely affected him. I miss being able to go out, patrol… It’s so lonely here in the medicine den. Will anyone talk to me if I stay here? Maybe if I could sleep in the warrior’s den again… He stretched his legs, wincing at the pain of the bite. Seeing Lightshard’s gaze on him, he purred and stood himself up, trying to look as confident as always. As the sun fell over the horizon, he finally moved himself back to the warrior's den, placing his nest next to Lightshard. When he was in the medicine den, she had visited more than once and she’d become one of the closest cats to him. Maybe we can continue that… or more. He dared to press up closer to her side, snuggling up close in the cold night. OOC -- Just a little post, since Echospots is still sick…  |
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 11, 2024 17:02:00 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
To say that Slatefoot was distracted was an understatement. A rumbling badger could walk up to her while making all the noise in the world and still be able to catch the molly off guard. Physically she was out in the powdery snow, walking alongside three of her Clanmates. Mentally she was far away, back in camp, pressed against Dapplestar and keeping an eye on the tortoiseshell’s leg. It felt odd, in Slatefoot’s opinion, that Dapplestar’s leg had yet to heal. Wounds from a coyote were vicious, and Slatefoot had gazed upon her mate’s wounds the moment she had returned back to camp, limping and bloodied, but surely it would have healed by now. … Right?
Worry wreathed around her, a coiling snake tight around her throat. Logically she knew her mate had multiple lives to give in service of her Clan, but the thought of Dapplestar losing just one…the thought of losing her mate when Mistleheart’s death was still fresh on Slatefoot’s mind…
The rosette-splashed warrior longed to be at her mate’s side, but she knew she had to provide for her Clan. Hunting was imperative this time of year. Slatefoot knew she was needed on this patrol, but Dapplestar needed her as well. She couldn’t lose another cat so dear to her. Another cat that meant so much to her. Mistleheart, Dapplestar… Why wasn’t it possible for her to be in two places at once?
Tingling numbness coiled up her limbs in a frosty tangling of ivy. Slatefoot held back a hiss of shock as she was pushed back into reality, the white landscape coming back into focus around her. Flashes of tortoiseshell fur - Hopbramble and Amberrise - stood out among the snow while a flicker of gray - Pondspeckle - darted in front of her, a flash of monochrome hues as the tom pounced, striking a vole before it even knew what had hit it. ”Hey, good catch!” The molly praised, the knowledge that prey was around perking her up. The chill in her paws forgotten and the worries of being away from Dapplestar dulled, Slatefoot concentrated on the hunt. If she were lucky she could return to camp with prey, and if she were lucky enough, it would be enough to share between herself and her mate. A newfound focus sharpened her senses, a goal clear in her mind - do a good job of hunting now and later she could be by her mate’s side, making sure Dapplestar was well-fed and being looked after.
Seedflower »
seen in a serious conversation with a loner
Seedflower hated that he was doing this. He hated that he felt like he had to do this, but there seemed to be no other choice. No other option. He was sure StarClan was playing some cruel joke on him, playing some twisted game with the cats he cared about. They had stolen so many cats he cared about, made them vanish as if they had been nothing to them. Thrushfleck, Gingerpaw, Ravenwhistle, Cinderdapple… And now that he was starting to care about Monarchlightning it felt that she was constantly getting stuck in the medicine cat den. An injured leg, whitecough, and now a broken jaw. Was StarClan angry at her for some reason? Or was StarClan punishing her in a roundabout way to punish Seedflower? Were they picking on the molly because Seedflower liked her? His claws unsheathed, his lips pulling back to reveal sharp fangs. If StarClan wanted to hurt him so badly then they needed to come after him. If StarClan wanted to hurt him then they needed to leave Monarchlightning alone. His scarred tail lashed back and forth, wisps of snow pulling up from the ground.
If you take her from me I’ll find my way to the stars and make you know the pain you’ve cursed me with since a kit.
For once in his life, Seedflower was starting to understand why his grandmother didn’t believe in the ancestors.
As if already testing him and his challenge a strange scent drifted to Seedflower’s nose. The fur along his nap bristled. Strange and foreign was the smell, but most certainly cat stench. Outsider scent. This was not the smell of any of the bordering Clans, no, it was muskier, darker, a hint of mountain air and soily peat. And was that…? Metal brushed across his nose, a paint stroke of red.
Blood. Hot and sweltering, too warm to be from a fresh wound. Infection, perhaps? Shadepatch had taught him about infection and the odd way it smelled compared to a fresh wound, and if his mother’s words were anything to go by - she was the Clan’s medicine cat after all - then this cat had infection storming in their veins. But this cat was an outsider, and Seedflower had never known an outsider to show him mercy.
His still unsheathed claws drew deeper into the ground, clinking against frozen ground. The warrior code said not to injure unless in dire circumstances, but what was the warrior code to him when StarClan cared not about his happiness?
Seedflower was a blur in the wintry forest. He took off, speeding through the snow, weaving between barren trees and leaping across snow drifts. He didn’t stop until he was barreling into a ginger and white molly, the look of shock on her face echoed by a shriek of surprise. ”Who ar-“
”Why are you on YewClan land?!” Seedflower gave the intruder no time to speak, his words a raging fire, anger coating every fiber of fur upon his pelt. He pushed, rolling the molly over onto her back, a soft white belly exposed. A soft white belly with clumped fur and tangled scabs, a hideously red swelling streaming down from her leg to her abdomen. Any other circumstance and Seedflower would curb his anger and step away. Perhaps he would even offer the molly a chance to step further into his territory to speak with Shadepatch and Flashspeckle about her wound, but Seedflower was enraged. He was desperate. Outsiders had hurt his family more than once. An outsider had harmed Monarchlightning, forcing her in the healers’ den for seasons now. Seedflower glared down at the molly’s face, her expression terrified, fear leaping across her visage and rippling in her eyes. The warrior’s lips drew back viciously, a deep snarl emerging from within his chest. ”Did Flax send you? What does he want now?”
The loner struggled underneath Seedflower. He could feel her muscles underneath him, powerful and strong, but dulled was her strength from the infected wound. She was weak. Weak enough that Seedflower could do whatever he wanted to her. Weak enough that he could get any and all information out of her…
She yelped as Seedflower pressed his claws into her flesh. ”I don’t know! I don’t know! I’ve never even heard of Flax!” Her hind legs pushed upward, raking at Seedflower’s stomach, but he ignored the strikes, anger only growing.
”I won’t ask again. What does Flax want?”
As he lowered his head, teeth flashing, saliva glistening in the lowlight of leaf-bare, angling toward the molly’s throat, the bi-colored loner whipped a front limb back from Seedflower’s grasp and thrashed a set of unsheathed claws directly in his face.
In an instant the game had changed. Seedflower fumbled in his shock, recoiling back a fox-length. The loner had just enough time to roll away and bring herself back to her paws, back arched and ears flat against her head. ”And I won’t say again,” she spat, ”but I don’t know who Flax is!” Blood trickled from her limbs where Seedflower had punctured her. Blood trickled from his face where she had slashed him.
He hissed, taking a step forward. ”You’re still on my territory, fox-heart.”
”And I’ll -“
But the molly never finished her words. A thudding of paws on the snow announced the arrival of a YewClan patrol.
Within seconds the molly turned and darted away, leaving Seedflower turning to find the confused gazes of his Clanmates staring right at him, questioning and inquisitive.
He gritted his teeth in anger. He didn’t have to explain himself when all he was doing was protecting his Clan.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 11, 2024 19:08:22 GMT -5
Seedflower »
Days like this were some of Seedflower’s favorite. Getting a chance to deviate from his usual warrior patrols and spend a day out looking for herbs with his mother were rare, and many a warrior liked to complain about being put on medicine cat duties, but Seedflower enjoyed it. He loved the opportunity to spend time with Shadepatch. He loved getting away from warrior duties and sniffing around for any kind of plant that could be useful. Recently Seedflower had been so lost in thoughts, drowning in negative feelings and emotions, that getting away from warriorship and simply spending time collecting herbs was a nice relief. The dappled tom felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He felt as if he could relax for once. A nice change of pace for an otherwise hectic life and even more chaotic mind.
A breeze of cold wind fluttered about, whistling between Seedflower’s ear fluff. With the wind came the unmistakable voice of his mother, her words muffled, yet just loud enough for Seedflower to make out something about how harsh snow was on herbs. While a warrior, Seedflower prided himself in knowing more about herbs than the average fighter. A flash of teeth indicated a smile, his pale eyes sparkling with amusement. ”Hey, remember what you told me last leaf-bare? About how just because there’s no visible plants doesn’t mean there’s nothing there? Snow’s not too deep that we can’t dig for roots.” Seedflower gestured with his tail toward the ground where a fine layer of snow lay. The cold precipitation was fresh, not a single pawprint from him or his mother marring the snow just yet. But while there were no pawprints, Seedflower could just make out the signs of plant life buried beneath.
He began to gently scoop the snow from the ground. After a few moments Seedflower had managed to dig up enough snow to expose the ground, and after another bout of digging he was able to pull up a thick brown stem. He leaned down, grasping it into his teeth and jerking, pulling the root up and out of the ground. Seedflower bounced happily, looking at the root and then trailing his eyes toward Shadepatch. ”Is this…” He paused, racking his brain for what the root may be. Seedflower knew he had seen it before, and he knew that his mother had taught him about this plant before.
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Post by tigersdoroar on Nov 11, 2024 20:51:48 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ * Hunting patrol with slatefooot, hopbramble, and pondspeckle
* is feeling nervous
Amberrise jumped as his paws crunched on the frozen crust that covered the earth's surface. There was nothing to fear, but the dark tom was uneasy. He wasn't sure why. His golden eyes looked around, narrowed and taking in the snowy scenery that lay before him. The trees were bare and the breeze was slight. The gusts weren't enough to bring on a chill, but each time they passed through, the branches of the bare trees rattled against each other. The sound was hollow and eerie, and it made Amerbirse's fur stand on end. But other than frozen bark crackling against frozen bark, all was quiet and still. Hunting would be difficult today.
Amberrise looked to Hopbramble, familiar with his mother's shape and demeaner. All seemed normal with her. Hopbramble was always a calm and confident cat, if not calculating. After a moment passed, he let his eyes dart to Pondspeckle. Amberrise liked Pondspeckle as a clan-mate, but other than basic interactions, he didn't know the tom as well as he wanted. However, from what Amberrise could tell, all was well with the gray warrior. Finally, Amberrise let his gaze fall on Slatefoot. Was she the source of his unease? She did appear distracted. Amberrise made his way quietly towards her and opened his mouth.
"Hey Slatefoot, do you think prey will run well today? I'm not sure we'll catch much in this snow," he whispered.
There was no response. It was clear that Slatefoot's thoughts were elsewhere. Awkwardly, Amberrise trotted ahead to give her space. What could she be thinking about? Dapplestar he supposed. Their leader was hurt, and of course Slatefoot would be worried about her. Amberrise was also worried... but about his own kin. As he thought, he realized that this was what was making him nervous. Both Monarchlightning and Whisperingheart were in the medicine den with injuries from slipping. Whisperingheart's injury had been an accident, but Monarchlighting's? Amberrise wasn't so sure. The tortoiseshell tom knew his younger sisters well enough to know when stories weren't adding up. Amberrise was feeling uneasy about his siblings, the slippery surface of Earth, and what Petaltree was really up to.
Nonetheless, with a good shake of the fur, he knocked his nerves loose just in time for Pondspeckle to alert the patrol of prey. The gray warrior pounced onto a vole, quickly killing it. It was a great first catch, and the patrol had many more after. They came home afterwards with plenty of prey to fill the freshkill pile.
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Hopbramble (lemonshortbread) Pondspeckle (stormshade1) Slatefoot (Feathertalon) Monarchlightning (Sand) Whisperingheart (Dew)
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Post by stormshade1 on Nov 11, 2024 22:55:57 GMT -5
Ivorytuft (polarized , jaybun! , tigersdoroar )
YewClan.
This was YewClan. Ivorytuft’s new home. Not that she’d last long. She couldn’t go to gatherings, couldn’t patrol near their border... lest he see her. If he knew she was alive... he’d fix that, for sure.
The healer’s den was the only place Ivorytuft had been in this new camp. She knew surely there was more, but she couldn’t go out there. Not yet. Not until she was prepared for what she would see.
Some cats had come to visit her. Though they weren’t there to be nice. They were there because there was a FlowerClan warrior in their camp. They had to make sure it wasn’t a threat. Because of course. Of course they did. FlowerClan had been at war with YewClan some time ago. It was long before Ivorytuft was born, but she had heard tales. Maybe they had settled down. But she knew that it wasn’t long before another one broke out. If FlowerClan ever found out that YewClan was harbouring Ivorytuft herself... but they wouldn’t. She wouldn’t go out. She wouldn’t go to Gatherings. Ever. Not even to see Pinekit and Oakkit and Darkkit. They would be apprentices soon. Surely they wouldn’t miss her. FlowerClan would tell stories. Stories of how evil Ivorytuft was. They wouldn’t want a murderer as their mother. So they would forget about her. Pretend she didn’t exist. They would be in denial. If they saw her, they wouldn’t recognize her. Or at least, they wouldn’t show it.
How Ivorytuft longed to see her brother. How she longed to make things right. But she couldn’t. They would make her do it. Make her finish what she started. Because if FlowerClan didn’t kill her, they would. They would do it. She either go back and finish the job. Or she stay awake for the rest of her life. She wouldn’t make it that long. She would fall asleep eventually. And then... they would know what she had done. How she ran. How she couldn’t do it.
And now she would pay for it.
Pay for it with her own life.
It was worth it. She wasn’t more important than all those other cats. She wasn’t important. She didn’t matter. As long as she could make sure it didn’t happen again.
Wrenice and Hazelpelt. They were both mothers. They both had kits of their own. Carnationkit, Starlingkit, Snowkit, Ivykit. They reminded her of her own. Starlingkit had popped into the healer’s den earlier. The young kit had just been curious. Ivorytuft was new. Strange. Of course, Starlingkit had wondered who she was. But Ivorytuft knew they were watching the entire time. Watching Starlingkit. Saw how Ivorytuft watched her. Watched her like a mother.
They would take that away from her.
Hazelpelt and Wrenice, Ivorytuft knew she could trust. The kits were raised well. A corrupted cat couldn’t do such a great job at raising kits. Ivorytuft would know. Maybe she could meet them. Once her leg was healed, if it healed, she could meet them.
They were just curious. The two cats who had entered the healer’s den, they were just curious. And they were the first ones brave enough to ask. They deserved something. Something to make them shut up. She didn’t want anyone knowing about what really happened. Because then she where would she go? They wouldn’t let such a dangerous cat into their ranks if they knew what she had done. And then where would she go? PlumClan? BurdockClan? Not likely, with FlowerClan and YewClan scent on her. Ivorytuft pulled herself up into a sitting(ish) position, letting her injured leg loll out to the side. She winced as she made a wrong move and accidentally allowed some of her weight to shift onto her injured leg. “Look, I... I was blamed for something really bad. I didn’t actually do it, but FlowerClan thought I did, and they exiled me.” Not completely a lie. Maybe FlowerClan didn’t have time to exile Ivorytuft before he tried to murder her. And maybe she did do it – but for a reason that no cat would believe.
Tonight, she would just have to go sleepless again, which surely wasn’t healthy, but it was her only choice. But she would have to sleep eventually. And then... she would figure it out from there. But for now, she would just have to wait.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Nov 12, 2024 1:44:36 GMT -5
 jaybun! (Myrtlesprout) @open (Drizzlemimic) Dawnshade (Hangs out with Drizzlemimc, Teaches Myrtlesprout some battle moves, and encounters a mink after the spar) The snow started descending upon Yewclan's territory as leaf-bare began, blocking out the sun. Like every other leaf-bare, the weather was cold, and Dawnshade was shivering with every pawstep he took in the campgrounds. Dawnshade was hanging out with the gray and white warrior, Drizzlemimic, sharing stories of YewClan's past when he was called onto a training patrol by Heavy. Dawnshade had no choice but to abide the aging deputy's words. It is the Warrior Code after all to answer and oblige to the orders by the deputy and leader of the Clan. Dawnshade didn't have many friends, but Drizzlemimic was one of them, and he felt more comfortable sharing tongues with him, to ease his painful memories from the rogues. Lifting his black forepaw up, he waved goodbye to the gray and white warrior and followed Heavy to see who he was assigned on patrol with. Dawnshade and Heavy stopped by a senior black and white she-cat, with piercing yellow eyes. This was Myrtlesprout. Great, I'm going to be patrolling with a cat I don't know very well!Even though Myrtlesprout was moons older than Dawnshade, the black and white she-cat lacked warrior experience. After all, she was a former loner who joined YewClan not too long ago, moments before the Great War against the rogues began which killed so many of his Clanmates lives. And awkwardly... Dawnshade doesn't know her very well at all. Dawnshade took the lead as he left camp for the training grounds, with Myrtlesprout following behind. The forest was beautiful, covered in a snowy landscape. Once they arrived, Dawnshade ordered the black and white warrior to take her battle position with the flick of his tail. Dawnshade performed in the fight elegantly, compared with Myrtlesprout, who was struggling. Dawnshade grew irritated from how weak her fighting skills were... she should be better than that! The chimera tom decided instead of easily taking the win, he'll use this opportunity to really teach her how to fight. " I'll show you how real warriors fight! " Said Dawnshade irritably, his tail lashing from one side to the another. He decided to pretend that a large rock nearby (used for battle training by YewClan cats) was an enemy rogue. It had lots of claw-marks on it from cats fighting here before him and Myrtlesprout. Dawnshade, elegantly as an experienced warrior leapt from the ground onto the rock's 'back'. He unsheathed his claws and tried to dig his claws into it, only for pain to strike them. Grunting, Dawnshade fastened his teeth around the thinner part of the rock, pain shot up his fangs. With grunts, Dawnshade got off the rock and looked to see if Myrtlesprout was watching him. He stumbled a bit from the pain from the hardness of the rock. " The pain... But you get the point. When your enemy grow weak from your fangs in their neck, you always let go and let them flee. That is very important. You don't want to do what I did by breaking the Warrior Code to kill the leader of the rogues, Saffron. You'll never forgive yourself after that! I feel like such a bad warrior for doing it, but we mustn't dwell in the past. " One life for a life is enough for a whole lifetime! Dawnshade gave Myrtlesprout a small smile as she copied Dawnshade's move. Then, they continued the spar, until the end of the fight. Dawnshade was surprised he was having more of a fun time he expected with Myrtlesprout, his blood pumping in his veins with the thrill of fighting and the excitement of it. It made him warm despite the cold weather. He really enjoyed sparring against her, and it lifted his grumpiness earlier that day for going training with a cat he didn't know very well. As Dawnshade was walking back to camp with Myrtlesprout through the snowy landscape, the multicoloured warrior saw something move through the snow in large zig-zags. "Watch out! Somethings moving in the snow!" Dawnshade alerted Myrtlesprout by lifting his tail high in the air. Dawnshade unsheathed his claws to get ready to fight whatever was moving through the snow, expecting something like a rogue or a swift fox. It was moving towards the two YewClan cats, and fast! Finally, there was a flash of brown as the creature leapt out of the snow. A mink! A sigh of relief came out Dawnshade. He was expecting something more deadly... and something more worrying... but this mink was now YewClan's duty to take care of. The mink lifted it's small tail, and bared it's tiny fangs, hissing at the Clan cats.
 Sand (Seedflower) polarized (Wrenice) Snowkit ( Is under every cat's paws, and steals Seedflower's mouse -) Many visitors have came to the nursery, to visit the new kits of YewClan, including little Snowkit. The tiny pure white she-cat has been squeaking with excitement when they arrived, weaving in and out around their huge huge paws. She was under every cats' paws! It was hard for Snowkit comprehend how she could be THAT BIG one day, but her mother said she would grow. She couldn't even comprehend the idea of growing. But one day, Snowkit was shocked when she compared herself to the size of her mother's paw. It appeared her mother's paw was gradually getting smaller as days passed! " Or is this growing?!" Thought the tiny she-kit as she stared at the apparently shrinking Clan cats " Am I getting bigger?!"When her mother, Wrenice left one morning, Snowkit's ears perked up with excitement. Her mother wasn't here... Nor are the two elderly cats in the nursery, and she knew that meant that she could use this opportunity to sneak out the nursery! The camp was SO BIG the last time she explored outside the nursery! Gazing back at her brothers play-fighting, Snowkit left the nursery. When Snowkit stepped out of the nursery, she gasped. Where was all the green stuff?! And why does everything look so white?! She tested her paw on the exciting new stuff. BBRR! THIS IS COLD!!!With a squeal, Snowkit playfully pounced the white cold stuff. That was until the white-furred kit arrived at a scene. A tortoiseshell tom, with a scarred tail was starting to eat a mouse, in front of the GIANT GIANT FRESHKILL PILE! Just looking at it made her mouth water, but Snowkit knew that if she dug herself in it, the warriors would notice, scold her, and even tell Dapplestar. She resisted her urge to bolt for the freshkill pile and instead peered at the tom eating the mouse. Suddenly, he left. It seemed something caught his attention, leaving the prized mouse behind. Or is he going to the Dirtplace?! Surely the warriors wouldn't notice a missing mouse...?! Right?! Snowkit bolted right for her prize, a mouse. As she lifted it up, she noticed the mouse was quite heavy, as she was panting as she carried it back into the nursery. When she finally made it back, she was so hungry from all the carrying that, she dug right in. Seedflower's mouse was so juicy and tasty, and in Snowkit's opinion it tasted better than her mother's milk. She was savoring every taste of the mouse, when she heard hurried pawsteps and she realized with a jolt that when her mother returned, she would find that she took Seedflower's mouse and scold her! " There is nothing wrong with taking another warrior's prey! Right...?! " Snowkit thought with guilt rising up in her stomach. Something has told her it the wrong thing to do! Was it those mystical cats, StarClan, or was it just a voice in her head?! Either Snowkit couldn't think on why it would be wrong! She prepared herself for the worst...
OOC: Now that university has finished for the year, I'm finding that I have all the free time in the world! Expect me to post lots about YewClan in the coming month, up to Christmas. Then, I'll obviously have a break to spend some time with family. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 12, 2024 14:29:33 GMT -5
Heavy »
stresses over organizing patrols - @ -
& checks in on carnationkit
Being deputy was something Heavy had never expected to happen. When Bubblingheart had stepped down and allowed Dapplestar to take over as YewClan's leader, Heavy had expected a wide assortment of other cats as Dapplestar's second in command. Hazelpelt, Frozenlaurel, she had even expected Slatefoot's named to be called, but none of that had happened. It had not been Frozenlaurel or Hazelpelt. It had not even been Slatefoot. Dapplestar had called the Clan together to name Heavy as YewClan's deputy. It had been a total shock to the calico molly, but she had agreed to the promotion and had stepped up as deputy. She had known she would never become leader - how could an older cat with only one life outlive a younger cat with nine? - but she wasn't the Clan's deputy to eventually become leader. She was the Clan's deputy to help Dapplestar, to help her Clanmates. It had taken Heavy seasons to find confidence in herself, but once she had she learned that she was far more capable than she had ever given herself credit for. She was capable and she could do whatever she set her mind to. These were thoughts she had never had back when she had been younger, back when she had been an injured loner brought back to a Clan by a weird group of cats. Back when she had been introduced to the idea of Clan life and learning how the world around her worked.
Heavy chuffed silently to herself. How had a loner brought into the Clan with a broken back worked her way up to becoming the Clan's deputy? Life was strange. Life was strange indeed.
She had never expected to be deputy, but she loved her job. She loved assigning patrols and being there as an intermediate between warrior and leader. She loved the role she now carried in YewClan, but these last few moons had been weighing her down. As the seasons changed and the weather became colder, Heavy could feel her age. Her limbs were stiff, her bones creaking. The area of her back she had broken all those seasons ago ached with a dull pain that not even Shadepatch's herbs could cure all the way. She was getting older, and with her age came the knowledge that she just wasn't as capable as she was anymore. It wouldn't be too much longer before her body gave out on her, forcing her to retire. But Heavy did not want to retire without a replacement. She wanted to retire knowing that there was another cat who could take her place and run the Clan smoothly as their deputy. Monarchlightning was that cat for Heavy. She had slowly been training the young tabby, teaching her how to handle patrols, how to put in the extra effort for the Clan, how to mediate disputes between Clanmates and non-Clanmates alike. Monarchlightning was the cat Heavy wished Dapplestar would name as YewClan's next deputy, but fate was cruel. Heavy knew that all too well, and she should have expected that fate would twist its nasty claws into her plans.
Injured leg, whitecough, and now a broken jaw. Monarchlightning had had it rough the last season, and fate did not appear to be stopping anytime soon. All of these happenings only proved the conclusion she had come to seasons and seasons ago - the Clan's so called StarClan did not exist, for if they did, they would not allow so much suffering.
And now with her deputy-to-be down for the count yet again, and the weather harming Heavy's joints more than helping, the calico undeniably felt as if she were drowning in her responsibilities. Organizing patrols had once been a joy to her, a nice way to mentally warm up before the day started, but now she only felt stress from the task. This was something she knew she'd eventually get over, but it wasn't a feeling she enjoyed. If she could just find the fun in organizing patrols again, if she could just feel young again, then everything would be okay. It would all be fine.
Heavy needed to shake these thoughts out of her head. She needed a moment to relax and not have to worry about her aches and pains, her age, her feelings of failure.
Blue eyes cast toward the nursery. A hopeful skip of her heart told her she knew exactly what she needed to do.
Getting to her paws Heavy made her way to the nursery, purring softly to herself. Never before had the nursery been so full. It was a hopeful sight, and something that made her feel strong again.
A part of her was hoping to find Lemonkit, but as she padded inside the den, ducking her head and slipping inside, it was Carnationkit that she spotted. A smile drifted across her face, gentle and warm as she looked at the young kit, curled up in his nest, breathing softly in the rhythms of a nap. He was so small, curled up in the moss as he was. It reminded Heavy of her own kits when they had been in the nursery still, how little and fragile they had appeared. Her little Thrushkit, Brightkit, and Slatekit... Thrushfleck, lost and gone, Brightleaf, slaughtered by a wolverine, and Slatefoot, the leader's mate. It was hard to remind herself that she only had one kit left. One survivor out of her three. She was lucky to have grandkits, yet even out of her grandkits only one remained. Gingerpaw poisoned, Ravenwhistle killed, Seedflower still alive. Just one kit. Just one grandkit. Heavy sighed slowly, these thoughts of family corralling her thoughts to Stemriver, her long dead mate and father of her kits. What would he have to say about all this if he were still here? Heavy sighed once more, taking in another look at Carnationkit. The son of Wrenice and some random tom, surely no connection to FlowerClan and Stemriver whatsoever, but with his gray spotted pelt and owl-ish face, Heavy had to wonder. She simply couldn't help but think of Stemriver when she looked at Carnationkit.
... Or perhaps she was just getting too old, her mind frazzling. It very well could just be that. |
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Post by Sand on Nov 12, 2024 16:38:36 GMT -5
Monarchlightning - Slip patrol with Heavy & Petaltree
- Helps Whisperingheart back to camp after she twisted her paw (to be added)  Light, fluffy snow covered YewClan's territory while the white snowflakes continued to fall from the sky. Monarchlightning could feel her bones shiver at the thought of three moons of leafbare. It either meant constant struggles for YewClan or nothing serious at all. To her, it seemed to always be the former but she knew YewClan was resilient. Monarchlightning padded after Heavy, who was their patrol leader as they trekked through the slippery snow onto the steep path. Behind her was Petaltree, one of her many littermates. It was obvious that they needed to be as careful as possible unless they wanted to risk an injury. The grey tabby molly followed Heavy, trying to focus on how she was placing her paws. So far their patrol had been uneventful which Monarchlightning didn't mind though she did wish for a bit of excitement. Who wouldn't? Lost in her thoughts, the warrior marched along like usual. Except Monarchlightning felt something strange– she had lost her footing on the slippery snow covered stones. She struggled to keep her paws on the snow slick stones, their slippery exterior leaving her nothing to grasp on. Not a single rock was in her reach anymore as she found herself tumbling down the hillside, her body slamming into the ground as she repeatedly plunged downwards. A loud, agonizing crack sent Monarchlightning screaming before she finally came to a stop at the bottom of the hill. "Owww!"Petaltree must have pushed me, she thought as her littermate and Heavy were trying to get to her. Petaltree had been behind her the entire time. Maybe it was a prank she tried to pull over Monarchlightning, but it certainly wasn't funny now. She lay still in the frigid snow, her jaw in immense pain. Was there a possibility that it was broken? She hoped not, especially after recovering from a mangled leg a few moons ago. Once Petaltree approached her, she let out a hiss. "You pushed me! Whether you were trying to prank me or not, it's not funny anymore," the grey classic tabby meowed bitterly. "I wouldn't dare push you on a slippery slope like that, Monarchlightning. I'm not reckless nor am I foxhearted!" Petaltree mewed, clearly upset and denying her sister's accusation. Her expression was sad yet full of concern– even her heather blue eyes were gloomy. "Please let me help you."Struggling to get to her paws, Monarchlightning yet out a sigh. "Fine, but it better not have been a prank," she conceded, allowing Petaltree to help her back to camp. ~ [ will add her response to Whisperingheart's injury soon. ] [ tags: Feathertalon ]Spottedfur - Realizes his assumptions of Hazelpelt were wrong
- Prances cheekily in front of Scarletdrift
- Is being a bit bossy  For the many moons he had spent going between the nursery and elder's den, Spottedfur had interacted with Hazelpelt and Wrenice. However, it was Hazelpelt who stood out more to him. Her roots as an outsider didn't matter to him anymore, not like they did moons ago when she joined the clan. She had proved herself to be a decent senior warrior, a fierce one at that. Although he knew nothing of the cat who was Ivykit's father, Hazelpelt was doing a great job of raising the kits in the nursery. He hoped Lemonkit would see her in a positive light like he did. While outside the elder's den, Spottedfur had noticed a familiar ginger and white pelt. It was Scarletdrift, his best friend and the tom he had feelings for for moons now. Of course it hadn't turned into anything, considering that he had rejected Spottedfur before. From there, the grey speckled tom had yet to pine after his crush, mostly due to embarrassment. He padded over to Scarletdrift and began prancing in front of him cheekily, a small smile gleaming on his face. "Hey Scarletdrift!" Spottedfur greeted. "How are you today?" ~ So maybe he was being a bit bossy, but Spottedfur needed new nesting materials for the nursery and the elder's den. The kits weren't too helpful with that, so he had left the task to any cat who wanted to help out. So far, there were no takers. "We need new bedding! The kits can't sleep in dirty nests and neither can I!" he complained, wondering if any cat would listen to him despite his bossiness. Apparently not. [ tags: Dew ] |
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Post by jaybun! on Nov 12, 2024 23:33:01 GMT -5
 HAZELPELT
Visits the FlowerClan border. - x - x
Hazelpelt glanced across the border, pausing to sniff the air. The scent was fresh, but fading. A patrol had been through here recently, she should be alright for the time being... She fought to keep her fur flat as she darted across the FlowerClan border, guilt clawing at her heart.
Just one last time, Hazelpelt thought to herself, but it was a small comfort with YewClan's war with BurdockClan was still fresh on her mind. The cinnamon tabby stayed low to the ground as she quickly raced across the corner of unfamiliar territory, mouth hanging open to taste the air. Her heart pounding and tail lashing, she was relieved to see the edge of FlowerClan's outermost border at last.
"Rarity!" she called softly, paws digging anxiously into the soft earth.
A rustle froze Hazelpelt to the ground. The sight of a familiar white splotched nose made her sigh in relief, claws sheathing away.
"Hazel?" Rarity mewed, head poking out between the undergrowth's broad leaves. The barn cat's bright blue eyes twinkled in the evening sun.
Seeing her never got any easier. Hazelpelt dipped her head in greeting to the other molly in bittersweet relief. She would have never had Ivykit if it hadn't been for the night they spent together, but it still felt like a betrayl. To her clan. To Heavy. She just... well, it didn't matter. She was here to say farewell, for good. x |
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Post by polarized on Nov 13, 2024 17:21:56 GMT -5
 Wrenice - Tells Lightshard a secret…
- Has to carry Carnationkit back to the nursery because he fell asleep
- Recovers from bearing kits
- Teamwork Patrol
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with Hazelpelt Wrenice felt happy to finally be able to leave camp. She had recovered from bearing her beautiful kits, and even though it tore her in two, she left them in the clans paws. They could take care of them, even for a little while when she stretched her paws. Today, she got to join Hazelpelt on a patrol. She had been angry at the queen, but now realises how wrong she was. She was helpful, resilient and a brilliant mother. Something Wrenice wishes she could be. Hopefully her own kits saw her that way.
They reach the training area, and Wrenice is happy to brush up her skills. It feels different from before, like she forgotten how to do normal skills. However with the help of Hazelpelt, she managed to get caught up pretty fast. After a hard-working patrol, the two warriors feel like their coordination and team work has never been better. Wrenice now truly looked up to Hazelpelt, a spot in her heart that had been missing since Mistleheart’s unfair death.
When Hazelpelt started to make her way back to camp, Wrenice had kindly refused the offer. “I—uh, I need to go to the dirt-place. I’ll catch you back at camp.” She blinked gratefully, then watched as the brown tabby left. She sighed with relief, then turned around. She stared toward the border, feeling the curiosity take her. Maybe, just maybe, he would be waiting there for her. She felt her pelt flush with happiness at the thought.
She walked back to camp, happier than ever before. She had always been haunted by grief, from her lost kin members. The list went on, but she didn’t care to count them. Now, she was more full of joy and love than before. He truly had been waiting. For her. He still loved her. And she still loved him. She blinked at her kits, finding Snowkit and Starlingkit running back to the nursery. With a sympathetic purr, she picked up Carnationkit by the scruff. The tiny tom had fallen asleep during a game. He was so much like his beautiful father.
She carefully dropped him in her nest, before looking out of the nursery. She never felt like this before. She needed to tell someone. Someone that could understand her love, and her need for a cat she could rely on. Lightshard.
She walked out of the nursery, carefully dodging the leaves that wrapped the entrance. To her relief, Lightshard was in camp. Making sure no other cats were around to listen, she sat down beside her sister. The sisters shared one thing, maybe that was their blood, but one could say their grief. Too many they had lost. “I have never felt so loved.” She purred, letting her fur brush Lightshard’s.
“You are the only cat I can trust with my secret, Lightshard.”
She caught her sisters attention, then turned to her.
“My kits. Their father is not Yewclan. I have a mate, who lives in FlowerClan. I have never felt this way about a cat before, and he is always there for me. He cares for my kits, and one day I will take them to meet him. I am not ashamed of my love, or my kits father. He is strong, loyal and caring. I could not imagine a better parent for my kits.”
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