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Post by lemonshortbread on Jun 17, 2024 15:26:00 GMT -5
YewClan is here! Cinderpaw's adult sprite is SO PRETTY!! And I've never had a cat with -mimic as a name before. Everyone's sprites should be accurate to their health now. Unbeaned kit sprites are also there. RIP Hunterswipe He died at 195 moons old. The game really doesn't like cats living past ~160 so... yeah. Hayfeather comes out as trans!!! First trans kitty. whispering you can decide what their new preferred pronouns are; the game has Hay as trans male now ^^ I think it's pretty fitting <3 Drizzlepaw: Strict -> Loyal, clever Cinderpaw: Responsible, ghost sense Blizzardkit: +quick witted Foxkit: +confident with words Whorlkit: +quick witted [Cinderpaw has me FLOORED she's so gorg. i like the name cinderdapple! it's rly pretty too. also, question, what's ghost sense?]
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Post by Brownie on Jun 17, 2024 15:46:47 GMT -5
YewClan is here! Cinderpaw's adult sprite is SO PRETTY!! And I've never had a cat with -mimic as a name before. Everyone's sprites should be accurate to their health now. Unbeaned kit sprites are also there. RIP Hunterswipe He died at 195 moons old. The game really doesn't like cats living past ~160 so... yeah. Hayfeather comes out as trans!!! First trans kitty. whispering you can decide what their new preferred pronouns are; the game has Hay as trans male now ^^ I think it's pretty fitting <3 Drizzlepaw: Strict -> Loyal, clever Cinderpaw: Responsible, ghost sense Blizzardkit: +quick witted Foxkit: +confident with words Whorlkit: +quick witted [Cinderpaw has me FLOORED she's so gorg. i like the name cinderdapple! it's rly pretty too. also, question, what's ghost sense?] she's so pretty ;-; And Cinderdapple she is! Ghost sense means she can see ghosts. However you want to interpret that is up to you! It's a fairly rare ability. She might want to talk to Spottedfur about it, since he's clairvoyant. =o also I have to put a side by side of Stemriver and Cinderdapple because she looks so like her uncle it's adorable. I'm glad she got a different adult pose tho
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Post by jaybun! on Jun 17, 2024 15:47:33 GMT -5
bubbling giving his kiddos his traits & they use them for evil...
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jun 17, 2024 15:50:46 GMT -5
[ Feathertalon, i can write a starter now! is it alright if i have them already in the sparring clearing? Sand I'll get a starter up now too!]
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 17, 2024 15:54:26 GMT -5
[ I’ve got a starter for the their spar already typed up! I just need a bit before I can format and post it :> ]
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Post by lazzylake on Jun 17, 2024 15:55:27 GMT -5
(I love how we both have/had a "swipe" and now a "dapple" suffix in the clan! Continuing the legacy I'm so proud. A coincidence both Cinder and Drizzle had a same suffix option! Also the Cinder and Stem appearances are UNCANNY.)
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Post by Sand on Jun 17, 2024 16:11:09 GMT -5
[ noo, not Hunterswipe rip, he was a good boy. Did not expect Bubbling x Spotted, interesting! maybe something will happen with them. Hayfeather <3 it’s perfect for him! I love all the new sprites, especially that Cinder resembles Stemriver ;w;. Scarlet looks perfect as an elder loaf. I noticed that Drizzle’s rper hasn’t been on lately. I’ll work on a starter anyways and hope that they’ll reply. as for Spottedfur, he can spar with his kid. ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 17, 2024 16:35:51 GMT -5
Heavy »
sparring with cinderpaw - lemonshortbread & jealous of blizzardkit's energy
It felt as if just yesterday Stemriver was walking into camp carrying the small bundles of his sister’s kits. So tiny and helpless they had been, given to their uncle in hopes of living a better life. Heavy had immediately jumped into action, fulfilling the role of mother to the two kits who still needed warmth, love, and attention. She had stayed in the nursery with them between her warrior patrols just as she had done with her own litter and with Mistleheart. In some ways Heavy was a mother to many even if they did not carry her blood within their veins. Since coming to the Clan she had watched as those she cared for grew and shaped their way into warriorhood.
Air rushed out of her lungs as Cinderpaw barreled into her, momentarily knocking Heavy’s balance. She stumbled for just a second before steadying herself. Catching her breath, it was in this moment that Heavy came to terms with two things.
One, Cinderpaw had grown up. She still had some filling out to do and a little bit of growing to accomplish, but she was no longer the stubby limbed kit that Heavy had helped raise in the nursery. Standing before her now was a sure-footed and strong cat right on the cusp of becoming a warrior. She had grown so quickly, turning into a beautiful warrior who reminded Heavy so much of Stemriver; they shared the same gray pelt and darker rosettes. Even the markings upon their faces resembled one another. Heavy couldn’t help but think fondly of just how proud Stemriver would be of Cinderpaw, and Drizzlepaw too, if he were still alive.
Two, she certainly wasn’t as young as she had once been. Getting knocked over in a sparring match had once been something the calico could recover easy from, but right now she stood there panting, trying to quickly regain the oxygen she had just lost. Perhaps if she were younger she’d have more energy, but her youth was slipping away from her with every passing moon. Heavy was starting to understand the jealousy elders harbored for kits - if she had half the energy that Blizzardkit had then keeping up with this spar would be easy.
Once she had adjusted her breathing to normal Heavy stepped back, raising her head. ”Any news on an upcoming warrior ceremony?” She called in question, a subtle attempt at distracting the owl-masked molly before pushing off with her hind legs and charging forward, hoping to get in at least one hit during this match.
Slatefoot »
sparring with bubblingstar - jaybun! & appreciates foxkit's kind words
Energy surged through Slatefoot, a thunderstorm crackling lightning through her dark-furred pelt. Cloudy white paws rushed over the leaf covered forest floor with grace and speed, her movements agile. Just a few fox-lengths ahead was her old mentor, his cream and white pelt half way blending into the leaf-fall colors that painted the forest with a pleasant vibrancy. It had been too long since the two had had a true moment of companionship, and using this chance to spar and battle train like old times was a fresh breath of air for Slatefoot.
All her doubts about Bubblingstar and where his loyalties may lie from the last moon faded away like fog in sunlight. Why had she doubted Bubblingstar’s loyalty so easily? He was a fine warrior, the best warrior other than Slatefoot herself. He was respected and wise, seeing more moons than any other cat in YewClan ever had. He was a capable leader who put his Clan first, and despite finding love outside the borders, he had provided his Clan with a fine litter of kits who would one day grow up and become fine warriors themselves.
Slatefoot’s mind flashed to the litter of three, recalling how they looked so much like their father. She specifically focused her thoughts on Foxkit, her heart warming as she recalled the kind words the little kit had offered her before she had went out on patrol the other day. Slatefoot wanted to say she adored all the leader’s kits equally, but Foxkit had wriggled a way into the warrior’s heart without any effort.
The spotted molly focused on Bubblingstar, her target.
Would her former mentor give her one of his kits to mentor? Surely it would be a poetic passing of power, a cyclical transfer of knowledge. The knowledge Slatefoot carried within her had originated from Bubblingstar, and should she mentor one of his kits - perhaps Foxkit would be hers to train - then her father’s knowledge would flow through her via Slatefoot.
Her legs trembled with speed and hope.
If she proved to Bubblingstar right here and now that she was still as capable as she had been as an apprentice, then surely he would decide to give her one of his kits to train.
With a hiss of mock fury, Slatefoot swerved herself to the right all the while using her left forearm to swipe toward Bubblingstar. It was a simple tactic, moving one way while attacking from the other, but simple was sometimes all it took to win a battle. Slatefoot just hoped she could get the upper paw on her sparring session with the cat she had looked up to since day one.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jun 17, 2024 17:58:27 GMT -5
Cinderdapple Healer's Den | w/ Stormmask Sand bother's Stormmask with something trivial
StarClan kept calling upon Cinderdapple for their most excruciating challenges - a runny nose. It must have been brought on by the stress of preparing and anticipating her final assessments to be a YewClan warrior, which, she likes to imagine she did rather well on. Thankfully she had passed to her mentor and Bubblingstar's satisfaction, but it seemed stressing about the whole thing didn't do her any good in the long run. Her first moon as a warrior and she looked like one of Bubblingstar's snotty kits! It was embarrassing. Luckily the stress hadn't brought on any other symptoms other than some mild headaches. Even so, it's best to keep one's self well groomed and healthy if they can help it, and it was rather difficult to keep her pelt spotless if her nose was constantly dripping.
Cinderdapple had given up trying to finish grooming herself, she was annoyed to no end with it. She shook her gray and white head and then the rest of her long, rosette-marked coat in frustration before rubbing her small gray nose with her forepaw in an attempt to look clean before her trip to the healer's den. The molly felt a little ashamed in asking for help over something rather trivial, especially after the death of Hunterswipe. That poor old tom, Cinderdapple knew he wouldn't last long - after all, he was a rather old cat with a nasty injury. She couldn't help but think how difficult it must have been for Shadepatch and Stormmask to exhaust all their efforts on getting him through 2 more moons. It was extremely kind too of Bubblingstar for letting him stay to begin with rather than face his fate against that nasty trap. Oh well, everything happens for a reason, she supposed.
With a small sigh and sniffle, Cinderdapple rose from the warm, sun-dappled part of the clearing she had claimed to groom herself. Normally she carried her fluffy white and gray tail high but not wanting to draw any attention to herself today she held it low and trotted over to the Healer's den, poking her head in like always until she was allowed in, "Stormmask, are you home?" she mewed quietly, her dark green eyes taking a moment to adjust to the change in lighting.
These were the sort of days that reminded Cinderpaw of how quickly time passes, and how much both she had her adoptive mother are growing older. Her warrior ceremony was coming quickly, she could feel it in the way that Thrushfleck would speak with Dappleswipe or Bubblingstar after returning from patrols, how she navigated the forest with more confidence, was bigger than the prey she caught, and of course, when she was more sure-footed in sparring. Still, Heavy was a senior warrior, and her adoptive-mother - she would never let the apprentice get away with an easy match and Cinderpaw was thankful for that. She never wanted to be treated as though she couldn't handle herself, and no one knew that better than Heavy. The stress of her upcoming assessments was starting to get to Cinderpaw, she started getting headaches throughout the day, and she would wake up with a jaw clenched so tight from anxiety she would start the day the with the same head pains. It was during these sort of days that she wished she was just Cinderkit again, curled up in Heavy's white and orange fur. Even as a kit, Cinderpaw knew that Heavy wasn't her biological mother, no part of them looked alike other than long, sleek fur. No, she had always been told she looked like a spitting image of her uncle, Stemriver, Heavy's former mate. Part of Cinderpaw always worried she was hurting the orange and white molly with how much she did look like him - or so everyone says. She always hoped she was not a painful reminder, that Heavy knew and loved her adoptive-kit for being her own cat, though the apprentice never dared ask.
Her desire for accomplishment and making her adoptive-mother proud were stronger though than any stress or other worries, and it gave Cinderpaw all the more motivation to volunteer on patrols, gather moss early, and help the elder's remake their beds. She admired Heavy's strength in every facet, especially considering the grief that she has been through - she was certainly a molly everyone should look up to. At Heavy's question, Cinderpaw relaxed slightly, tilting her head to the side in thought to answer her. A critical mistake, Cinderpaw realized, as she felt herself being knocked onto her back, the wind snatched from her lungs, "Mouse-dung!" Cinderpaw hissed to herself. And she's clever... she had to admit, her green eyes flashing in admiration for the trick. However, she wasn't down for long, using her hind paws to pummel into Heavy's soft white belly, and her forepaws to bat at the senior warrior's muzzle. Even if Cinderpaw were to lose, she hoped she was putting up a good fight.
Cinderdapple never really thought prey-catching competitions were something warriors did, it seemed like an apprentice sort of thing to do, but she had to admit, this was proving to be fun. This mouse before her, nuzzling through the undergrowth, nibbling on something she couldn't see between its paws, would be mouse number four and fresh-kill piece number seven. It was lucky she had found such an undisturbed spot on their territory, the brambles were so thick her small frame proved to be an advantage here, perhaps keeping it hidden from her competition. Plus, mouse was her favorite, she would never let one go without at least attempting to hunt it down. The back of it's brown-gray pelt faced her as it continued to nibble without a care in the world, squeaking softly between bites. They were quite adorable, but she couldn't help but feel her mouth water at the sight of them.
She dropped into a hunter's crouch, trying to stick to the shadows since the white parts of her face, tail, and belly made her stick out in the light. If only she was completely rosette-spotted, then she felt she would be rather unstoppable in hunting. Without much of a leap because of all of the undergrowth, Cinderdapple hooked her claws into the rodent faster than it seemed to know what was going on and giving it a quick killing-bite at the base of its neck. She had become rather proficient in it after all of the fishing she and Thrushpelt would do along Rushing Creek. Cinderdapple never liked to watch any of the poor creatures squirm anyhow.
She scooped up the creature between her jaws, its tail dangling under her chin. The gray and white warrior shimmied her way back under the dense greenery of the forest to make her way back quickly to the piles that the YewClan warriors had been digging in order to keep their fresh-kill hidden and count up later. Quickly, she brushed aside some of the dirt to hide her catch among the other pieces, Hopefully one of them will call it quits soon, we'll hunt the whole forest if we don't end this competition soon! the young molly thought to herself, her white tail tip flicking as she carefully covered up her other catches. Hopefully no one in YewClan minded mouse.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jun 17, 2024 18:10:31 GMT -5
[ jaybun! i was thinking maybe for cinder & hazel's interaction i could have cinder maybe just sharing fresh-kill with hazel and asking about her collar, cuz she's really nosy about cats' pasts but it can come off as like rude or inconsiderate. but if you have something else you'd prefer i'm all ears! just what popped into my head]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 17, 2024 19:45:39 GMT -5
Heavy »
Heavy’s first instinct was to stop and make sure Cinderpaw was okay as the younger molly was tossed onto her back. Heavy was quick to remind herself that this was a friendly spar, not a true battle, and that her swipe toward Cinderpaw had been a friendly one - a swipe that had just enough power in it to imbalance the spotted apprentice.
Her initial concern receding, it was replaced by a sense of pride, a surge of smugness. She had managed to get a smart move out on Cinderpaw despite her already growing tired from this sparring match. Heavy was getting older, she could feel it in her bones and the way her movements weren’t as limber as before, but she still had it in her. If all went well she would remain as a warrior for some seasons yet. If nothing happened to her then it would still be some time before she decided to join Spottedfur and Scarletdrift in the elders’ den.
These thoughts were literally knocked out of her mind when a strike of paws pummeled her underbelly. The calico hissed more out of surprise than pain, blue eyes wide as she came face to face with the familiar owlish face of Cinderpaw.
The owlish face of Stemriver.
Seeing Cinderpaw now, seeing just how grown she had become, seeing just how much she looked like Stemriver, was a comfort in many ways. It was soothing knowing that he lived on through his niece just as much as he lived on through his kits, yet while their kits had taken more after Heavy than Stemriver, Cinderpaw looked as if she had been sprouted from Stemriver’s own head and made into her own cat. It was a bittersweet reminder that even though he was gone, he would always be around. He lived on even beyond the grave, and that alone was enough of a comfort for Heavy to keep going.
Once again snapping back to attention, the calico just barely managed to dodge Cinderpaw’s swipe to her muzzle. Gritting her teeth and pushing off the ground, Heavy leapt toward Cinderpaw, aiming to grapple her front paws onto the apprentice’s shoulders to try and knock her onto her back and pin her to the ground.
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Post by jaybun! on Jun 17, 2024 20:58:03 GMT -5
[ jaybun! i was thinking maybe for cinder & hazel's interaction i could have cinder maybe just sharing fresh-kill with hazel and asking about her collar, cuz she's really nosy about cats' pasts but it can come off as like rude or inconsiderate. but if you have something else you'd prefer i'm all ears! just what popped into my head]
sounds good to me!!
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Post by lazzylake on Jun 17, 2024 22:03:40 GMT -5
(I have some interesting ideas for the BurdockClan argument that might lead into some deep lore *wink wink*... Patrol reply will be up tomorrow!)
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 18, 2024 2:07:59 GMT -5
[[ also uh, gonna put up replies and starters at some point during today, I don't know exactly when, but at some point during today then they will be up ]]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 18, 2024 2:53:39 GMT -5
[[ also, grimmreminder (and anyone else) I do not know how to start ANY of my prompts, I literally just have "Shadepatch" for the patrol starter someone please help ]]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 18, 2024 3:11:37 GMT -5
ohhh i love that for hay🥹, how coincidental that he comes out during pride month! his new pronouns will be he/they <3 [[ also whispering , can I ask something about Hay's pronouns, I know it's usually seen as just he/they (and others) but I thinnk I my opinion that it's good to have it be like ''he/they/his'' or ''he/they/their'' so we know what the heck to use there (it's more useful when there's like ''mixed'' or whatever to call it idk pronouns so yeah) ]]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 18, 2024 3:22:38 GMT -5
Shadepatch - Herb Patrol with Thrushfleck (grimmreminder )-Shadepatch was trotting along a path she had many times before walked along. This time, however, she was with her mate, who now had time to help her gather herbs as Cinderdapple was now a warrior. Hayfeather had healed from his claw-wound, and had come out as trans, and Shadepatch was honestly proud of him for that! Stormmask was back at camp caring for Hunterswipe, and would probably go on patrol after Shadepatch got back. She looked over at Thrushfleck, thinking about something to say to start a conversation.
[[ OOC: I feel it would be just "fun" for me if Shadepatch came back to camp after the patrol and Hunterswipe had just died and Shadepatch just didn't know how to react ]]
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Post by Sand on Jun 18, 2024 9:43:20 GMT -5
Stormmask : accuses Cinderdapple of complaining of something trivial & wasting her time For two moons, Stormmask and Shadepatch had cared for Hunterswipe, the former outsider who lost his life to an infection in his wound. Stormmask was frustrated with her healing abilities due to Hunterswipe's death among other deaths that plagued her thoughts. Obviously Hunterswipe would end up in StarClan where he rightfully belonged, but the thought of it tore at her heart. What if his past landed him in the Dark Forest? Surely not, the tom seemed harmless as a fly. Stormmask shook her head, annoyed by her never ending thoughts. Instead of paying any attention to her intrusive remarks, she sat in front of the herb storage, tossing out old moss. A new bundle was next to the dark tabby she-cat, waiting to be restocked.
A quiet meow caught the medicine cat's attention as her ears twitched in response. "What do you need now?" she meowed curtly before she turned towards Cinderdapple.
Last moon, Cinderpaw, now Cinderdapple, had helped her out with some herbs, but what was she here for now? Stormmask didn't want to be disturbed while Shadepatch was out with Thrushfleck. She needed some time alone to work in silence. Yet it appeared she wouldn't be able to escape her clanmates' constant interrogations and prodding. "The sooner you tell me, the quicker you'll be out of my fur," she grumbled underneath her breath.
[ tags: lemonshortbread ]
Stormmask : Dreams with Drizzlepaw* The grey tabby she-cat led Drizzlepaw through the forest, on the hunt for herbs like usual. Stormmask was glad to be out of camp for once and hadn't interacted much with Drizzlepaw over the moons. She wondered how the apprentice, who was almost a warrior, was doing. His final assessment was coming up any day now and she could only hope for the best for the tom.
"Drizzlepaw, how have you been lately?" she asked while making her way past a clump of fallen leaves. "Your assessment is coming up soon, right?"
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Post by Sand on Jun 18, 2024 9:57:19 GMT -5
Spottedfur : sparring with Stormmask With old age came Spottedfur's desire to spar again. He had been in quite a bad mood recently and the one way he knew how to fix it was to act like a warrior again. Retirement had not been the best so far though Hazelpelt had been quite kind to him earlier in the day. He appreciated the cinnamon tabby's generosity. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. At least one cat was kind enough to give him some attention.
At the sun reached its peak, Spottedfur found himself dragging Stormmask out of her den and into the forest, where he had plans for the two. "I have things to do, Spottedfur!" Stormmask fussed as she willingly followed her father.
"Sparring is doing something, Stormmask. Don't be such a mousebrain," the elder corrected her before coming to a halt. "Here's good enough. I highly doubt you spar often enough anyways and I'm tired of sitting in the elders' den all day. My joints aren't tired from moving around, they are tired from resting!"
Stormmask frowned at her father in spite as she padded to stand across from Spottedfur. As a medicine cat, sparring was not a skill she honed. She knew that the silver speckled tom was better at it than she would ever be. She stared at him, waiting for him to attack. How long does it take for him to launch himself at me? she wondered, shuffling her paws impatiently.
Although Spottedfur was no longer fast, he could at least jog or sprint a bit. He slowly sprinted up to Stormmask before launching himself at his daughter. The medicine cat let out a playful yelp as her father landed on top of her. "Get off!" she groaned while she used her back legs to carefully push him off.
Spottedfur hardly moved as he tried to keep Stormmask trapped underneath his weight. Do all elders weigh this much? It's almost as if he's been eating kittypet food! she wondered briefly. The dark grey tabby she-cat wiggled beneath him as she finally got the elder off of her.
"Is that all you can do, Stormmask?" he teased playfully with a glint in his silver gaze.
"Of course not! I can take you on easily. You'll see!" Stormmask retorted before launching herself at the silver tom. She landed squarely next to him and quickly cuffed his right ear with her front paw. She batted jokingly at his stomach, letting out a mrrow of amusement. Spottedfur chuckled as he kicked his left hind leg at Stormmask's front paws lightly.
"You know, you're not that bad at sparring, Stormmask," the silver speckled tom mewed with a small smirk. "Seems like you could beat me if you train some more!"
With a roll of her silver eyes, Stormmask tapped her paws against her father's shoulders as she stood above him. "Maybe, but it's never been my best skill– healing is," she mewed in a soft tone. "Now, how about one more round?"
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Post by grimmreminder on Jun 18, 2024 16:06:30 GMT -5
|| Thrushfleck - Patrol and Spending Time - /w: Shadepatch [ cometchaos ] ||Thrushfleck was the one to speak for the both of them. He had caught the occasional glance from the molly he called his mate- and was happy to fill the silence for them. Conversation came natural to him, cheer and happiness at the slightest time alone guiding the tom on through the patrol. Once upon a time he may have been able to recall the herbs by name, having spent much time as a kit curiously perusing the herbs. Who knew, that while being a medicine cat wasn't for him, his taste still extended to them instead? " So what is it you're coming out to find today? Pointy leaves? Tree roots? Pretty flowers? " he questioned as he stepped up beside her. The of his pelt gently brushing against her own as he tilted his head down to her. Affection gleaming through his proud gaze. Somehow, even if it was the most boring thing known to clankind- if it was her passion.. he would find an interest. " We've barely had time alone! With all the injuries and my apprentice training. I want to know what you've been up to. What you've been treating them all with. "
|| Thrushfleck - Accidentally bumps into Bubblingstar - /w: Bubblingstar [ jaybun! ! ] Kits are free to interact too! ||
Thrushfleck had been spending time with the higher-ups as of late. A friendship blossoming between him and the deputy, and with Cinderpaw's warrior ceremony so soon, it was unsurprising that time was also spent with the current leader of Yewclan. Though Bubblingstar had only naturally been busy, having recently brought bundles of joy to the clan of his own. The whispering never quite stopped about the rumors, but no one as far as Thrushfleck was aware anyhow had the gall to ask the leader to his face. Regardless, kits were kits, and it was something Thrushfleck held affection for. Especially, with the underlining thought that maybe someday soon he should have ones of his own. He entered the nursery quickly, the first time in a while he had some time off to check on the new ones. Though in his hurry he stumbled awkwardly and face first into Bubblingstar with a small and admittedly undignified yelp. " Eck- Sorry! I wasn't paying attention! " He managed out as he stood firm in regaining his composure. Checking his feet quickly to make sure no youngin's got under his paws in the 'scuffle'. " I didn't expect to see you here right now! I was just coming to see them since I haven't been able to yet! Are they doing well? Are you alright? "
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Post by dewbranch on Jun 18, 2024 16:17:19 GMT -5
Scarletdrift - Has a wonderful time discussing clan news with Whorlkit!
Scarletdrift had been impassive about Bubbingstar bring kits home, one the outside. On the inside, he was confused. Who had Bubblingstar mated with? The cat had to be an outsider, but was it a rogue? Loner? Kittypet? And Bubblingstar was an old cat, older than himself and Spottedfur. How old was the cat he had had offspring with?
It didn't seem like any of his questions would ever be asked, or answered, but that was fine. The three kits that Bubblingstar had brought home were clan kits, and that was all that mattered. They would grow up in Yewclan and become loyal Yewclan warriors, or medicine cats.
It was now that he was sitting outside of the elders den with one of Bubblingstar's kits, Whorlkit. The name was strange, because the tiny tom didn't have any whorls to speak of! Maybe a better name would be Fadekit? Well, questions about the kits name could stay inside of his head. The kit had joined Scarletdrift and asked about what had been happening in the clan as of late, and since not many cats sought the company of Scarletdrift anymore, he had been happy to oblige.
"Well, last moon you were born and brought to the clan! That's pretty big news. All three of you are growing into fine cats!" Scarletdrift said, rattling things off when they came to mind. "Wow! That's pretty cool!" Whorlkit exclaimed. "A few moons ago, before you and your littermates were born, some cats got poisoned, but they are all better now. And this moon, Hunterswipe traveled to the stars. Remember that night when lots of cats stayed up to sit beside him? That was the day he left us, for a better place,"
Scarletdrift - Thinks Shadepatch is super helpful (+)
Scarletdrift had been thinking a lot as of late. That was what elder life did to a cat, it made them think. He knew that Spottedfur was still doing stuff, getting other cats to spar with him and going out to hunt solo once in a while, but Scarletdrift stayed in camp. What he really wanted was for a cat to come up to him and ask for advice, or want to hear a story. Maybe now that there were kits he would be able to tell some of the stories his mother had told him.
But in his new life, his life of sitting outside his den and observing other cats, Scarletdrift had found that the newest medicine cat of Yewclan, Shadepatch was actually quite a helpful cat. She had helped the poisoned cats pull through their sickness, and none of them had died! Some of it may have been luck, but Scarletdrift could see that she was. quite a skilled medicine cat.
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Post by dewbranch on Jun 18, 2024 17:21:39 GMT -5
Foxkit - Wakes up early to see off the Dawn Patrol
Foxkit wanted to be important, like her father. He was the leader of her clan! He got to make lots of decisions. But did she want to be leader? Yes! Of course! But what did she have to do to become leader? Would she have to kick Bubblingstar out of his position? Well, if she couldn't be leader, could she be deputy? Or a medicine cat? Or would she just be an ordinary warrior? I don't want to be an ordinary warrior!
This morning, since Foxkit wanted to be important, she decided to wake up early and say goodbye to the dawn patrol. My guess it that not many cats acknowledge what they do! Then maybe Bubblingstar would make her deputy after he made her a warrior, since she had done such a good job saying goodbye to the dawn patrol.
Getting out of the nursery was going to be hard. Foxkit had to make sure that she didn't wake up her littermates, because what would be special about her trip if Blizzardkit or Whorlkit came along? Nothing! Slowly, she stumbled around her family, stepping over Whorlkit. Her brother jerked, but stayed asleep. Silently, Foxkit krept out of the nursery.
The sky was a grey color, which hopefully meant that she hadn't missed her cue. The small kit stumbled over to the main clearing, and then she saw four cats! Dappleswipe, Frozenlaurel, Mistleheart, and Slatefoot. "Hello!" Foxkit said, bounding up to the patrol. "I hope you have a successful patrol!"
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Post by Sapphirejas on Jun 18, 2024 17:46:06 GMT -5
Hello everyone, I still tested positive for covid, so I'm aren't able to sit the exam, so I get a generated grade for the exam based on my other results instead. So I'm ready to claim a cat BrownieName: Whorlkit Description: Whorlkit is a ginger-brown and white tom with cyan eyes. He is a troublemaker who loves to prank older cats, and he is very unruly. He loves escaping the nursery to cause trouble for the older cats, and he can't wait to become a warrior where he will be great and powerful. He looks up to his father, Bubblingstar, and he knows he is a great cat. -sapphirejas I understand that my cats will eventually die during the course of the game. I understand that while I may influence my character's actions and relationships, the game's random events will ultimately decide my cat's fate.
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Post by stormshade1 on Jun 18, 2024 18:20:29 GMT -5
Wait guys what's happening with the kits rn like is a queen nursing them or smthn or are they eating prey already
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Post by dewbranch on Jun 18, 2024 18:34:18 GMT -5
(They are magic kits, they don't need milk)
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Post by jaybun! on Jun 18, 2024 18:57:32 GMT -5
i'd say they were close/were weaned before being dropped off! i know that's technically older than the moon system says, but i'm going to guess these guys can't create a nutritional replacement for milk out of herbs and meat.
i'm working on my replies! they'll be up soon.
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Post by jaybun! on Jun 18, 2024 20:15:21 GMT -5
BUBBLINGSTAR - Sparring with Slatefoot! (Might have a crush on Spottedfur?) Fatherhood was strange. Bubblingstar was sure his experience wasn't unique, it couldn't be, but it felt that way. He was profoundly thankful for Slatefoot's suggestion they spar- he had barely left camp, the nursery to be exact, since bringing back the kits. Spending all that time in your own head wasn't good for anyone. Just the other day he had panicked when an errant thought about Spottedfur of all cats had crossed his mind! Spottedfur! The elder tom huffed, clearing his head with a firm shake. He'd rather not let Slatefoot make a fool of out of him on top of... all that. Bubblingstar was more than experienced at doing that himself, thank you very much. He tensed as his former apprentice launched forward, swiping out at him with a (very good) feint. Bubblingstar knew better than to think he was quick as he used to be- but he still had his strength. He leaned into Slatefoot's blow, using the flat of his shoulder to absorb what force he could. Which ached. A lot. Stars, she definitely wasn't a kit anymore! Grunting, he quickly shifted his paws underneath him, lowering his frame as he attempted to use the surprise to tackle into Slatefoot's side head on. BUBBLINGSTAR - Speaking with Thrushfleck! (shares prey with Frozenlaurel) " Oh!" Bubblingstar echoed Thrushfleck's surprise with a little laugh, blinking fondly once he recognized the young warrior, " no harm done." His whiskers twitched as he listened to the other tom's quick questions. Much as the idea would do wonders for his ego, he was under no illusions as to think Thrushfleck was visiting the nursery to see Bubblingstar. Even he knew he was a rather poor replacement for a bundle of new kits to fawn over. " We're all doing fine. They're already causing trouble," he chuckled, remembering how disgruntled Scarletdrift and Spottedfur had been, " I'm sure they'll be ecstatic to see you. I was just about to grab something to eat." From what little of the camp clearing he could see from the nursery's entrance, Frozenlaurel was picking around. Maybe some shared prey would be a good opportunity to help iron out some of the harder edges of their relationship.
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 19, 2024 1:03:48 GMT -5
[[ hey lazzylake , y'know Shadepatch's and Dappleswipe's pip? Any ideas on how to do that for both cats because I don't have any (also I'm planning to smoosh that into a thing along with the ''is having a good day'' pip) ]]
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Jun 19, 2024 13:07:22 GMT -5
Hi! It’s me, chocolatemilk7, from PlumClan. I decided to join YewClan as well. I checked the recent pages and I think that all cats have been claimed for now, so I would like to be put on the waitlist, please. Thanks!
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Post by Brownie on Jun 20, 2024 0:10:39 GMT -5
Sapphirejas sorry I thought I responded to these? you're good! Welcome back~ chocolatemilk7 gotcha on the list~ There should be a few openings soon after I do an activity check this thurs ]]
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