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Post by grimmreminder on Jun 28, 2024 14:31:15 GMT -5
|| Thrushfleck - Patrol & Talking to Burdockclan - /w: Frozenlaurel, Pondspeckle [ Brownie stormshade1 ] ||Thrushfleck led the charge of the patrol with due general caution after the untimely demise of a kit within their ranks. Sorrow was.. expected, and extra patrols all the same. Less than, for the borders, perhaps- but rather for large birds of prey. Though that didn't mean their control over the borders could slip by any means. So- Thrushfleck pushed forward taking his duty rather seriously as he approached the borders, marking the territory carefully and dutifully as he aimed to keep the mood elevated. " Well, we haven't seen any giant feathers so thats good news. We may be in the clear, and hopefully, Bubblingstar can rest a little eaiser. " he finally stated as he rounded towards his patrolmates. Frozenlaurel, a tom he hadn't quite gotten to know but wished he had done so- as well as his son Pondspeckle. It was in the moment that he was addressing them, studying them for any glimpses of what may be tension, fear, or sadness- that he heard voices from the border as well. Burdockclan, likely coming to mark their edge of the border as well. He stepped up before the others around him could, waving his tail in greeting to the charging cats. " Hey! We just got done here! " he called out to them in friendly greeting. He had a duty, he supposed, to warn them of the danger. If he did so with a smile, it was less likely for a skirmish to break out. " I figured I'd warn you guys, there was a bird of prey spotting around here recently. It would be good to be careful and keep an eye out, don't want anything happening to you guys that's avoidable. "
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Post by jaybun! on Jun 28, 2024 16:05:22 GMT -5
HAZELPELT - Fixing the camp walls with Drizzlemimic! (shared prey with Slatefoot) Repairing the walls was one of the first tasks Hazelpelt had learnt when she'd been found by Yewclan. She pushed against the thick, spiky barrier with a careful paw; testing it for weak spots as she absentmindedly licked her chops. The gamey taste of the squirrel she'd shared with Slatefoot still lingered on her tongue- the company, though muted, sat warm and fulfilling right next to her now full belly. It felt selfish, to feel so content while so many of her clan mates suffered, so she channeled her guilt into the pinch and poke of the bracken that reinforced the walls. Hoping one less chore might lift some of the weight off Slatefoot and Bubblingstar alike. " Need any help?" Hazelpelt perked up at the sound of Drizzlemimic's voice, turning to blink kindly at the young warrior, " I'd love another set of paws- if you wouldn't mind?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 28, 2024 20:16:46 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
A trill of laughter escaped Slatefoot, a melody of pure joy that did not often happen for any warrior. Rather than romp about in the snow, the two mollies should have been hunting and providing for their Clan, but despite the cold weather and the chill in the air, the fresh-kill pile had remained well stocked. No cat had yet to go hungry. Prey was not as plump as it had been some moons ago, and the songs of birds and rustling of rodents had quietened in the last few days, but hunger had yet to be a problem for YewClan. Greencough was sprouting, but at least those who fell ill had enough prey to give them strength. This realization made Slatefoot feel a little less guilty about playing with Mistleheart rather than hunting alongside her.
Paws slipping and sliding through the snow, the dark-furred molly was surprised to see that she had yet to slip - until she did.
The bare tree branches flipped as Slatefoot stumbled, losing her balance on a particular slick patch of snow. A whoosh of air escaped her lungs, leaving her chest empty and her heart racing. The young warrior’s mind froze momentarily, rushing around like a frantic squirrel in an attempt to calculate what had happened.
Chest refilling with oxygen and paws remembering how to stand, Slatefoot pushed herself back upward, only to stumble once more when Mistleheart ran after her; this time she was more prepared for the fall, tucking her limbs underneath her lithe frame and tactfully faltering into the snow, cold and melting underneath her belly fur. Slatefoot’s teeth chattered, yet her whiskers curled with joy, eyes bright with merriment, and her jaws parting with a laugh. ”You got me!” She crowed, her words forming into a cloud of air around her muzzle. ”You’ve bested the mighty Slatestar, honorable leader of YewClan,” she joked, rolling over onto her back, exposing her soft belly to Mistleheart - a sign of complete trust. No cat would show their most vulnerable area to a cat they had any mistrust toward.
Mistleheart meant a lot to Slatefoot, more than she could ever put into words. Since kits they had been close, their bond only growing stronger as they grew and matured into trusted warriors. Not a day went by that Slatefoot imagined Mistleheart not at her side.
Even with the cold snow tickling her ears and melting against her spine, Slatefoot warmed under the yellow gaze of Mistleheart. Perhaps one day they could become more than friends. Perhaps one day Slatefoot would have a mate to call her own.
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Was this really a good idea? Would Bubblingstar even want to see her? Would he be receptive to her worries? Would he even want to listen to her babbling on about how lost she felt as of late? Would he -
The onslaught of questions came to a screeching halt when the all too familiar voice of Bubblingstar echoed from the depths of his den. Slatefoot did not hear the confident, strong voice of the leader who had mentored her seasons ago, but rather, she was greeted by a soft murmur, a ghost of a voice. A whisper of a cat who had once been strong and mighty. Blizzardkit’s death had crushed the Clan leader. The little kit’s passing had surely torn a wound into Bubblingstar’s heart.
Slatefoot’s own heart shuddered, beating frantically against her ribcage. She recalled how, some seasons ago, Heavy had returned from a patrol with distant eyes and dragging limbs. She recalled how broken her mother had appeared, how lost she had looked. Slatefoot had not even had time to ask what had happened when Brightleaf’s broken body had been carried back into camp. Her sister had been viciously attacked, blood still dripping fresh from the fatal blow that had been dealt. She recalled how small in death Brightleaf had appeared that night when the vigil had been held. Stormmask had done a fine job covering the scent of death and making Brightleaf look as peaceful as if she were sleeping, but Slatefoot had been no fool - her sister had died. A routine patrol had took a terrible turn.
She remembered her father’s own death, how he had staggered back to camp after a snake had sank its fangs into his flesh. He had been rushed to the healer, Stormmask frantically doing everything she could to heal the venom that pulsed within his bloodstream, yet to no avail. Stemriver had succumbed to the venom before he even had a chance. He had also looked so small in death, so fragile. Slatefoot knew her family awaited her in StarClan, but that reassurance only did so much to help guide her through her own life.
Stepping into Bubblingstar’s den and laying her eyes upon the grief-stricken tom, Slatefoot realized the two had a lot in common - she was not a parent herself, but she knew what it was like to lose a loved one. She knew how it felt to watch those she loved die in horrible ways.
Before she could even stop herself the molly shuddered and rushed forward, stopping only when her muzzle was deep in the old tom’s fur. ”Why are so many awful things happening?” She sobbed against Bubblingstar’s pelt, emotions unraveling underneath the presence of the cat who had trained her, the cat she had looked up to since she could remember. So many devastating tragedies had happened recently, and Slatefoot had to wonder if StarClan was punishing them for something. Had they angered their ancestors? And if so, what had they done and how could they fix this? Slatefoot would do anything to get in the good graces of her ancestors, they just had to name the price and she would be willing to pay it.
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Post by lazzylake on Jun 28, 2024 22:46:27 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
Hunting patrol with Cinderdapple Appreciates Cinderdapple checking up on her (+ Blizzardkit's death)
It was only the first moon of leaf-bare, but it was quickly becoming the cruelest Dappleswipe had ever seen. One of the most vulnerable members in the clan traveled to the stars. Red, a rescued elder, yielded to an unrelenting fit of wheezing. His vigil seemed to last for an eternity. Beloved clanmate Heavy also fell ill with seasonal greencough. Dappleswipe was anxious to see symptoms of the notorious killer so early.
In short, the camp was gripped tightly by grief. Yet, the winter continued. and StarClan’s ranks only grew while YewClan’s shrunk. The deputy envied her ancestors’ prosperity. They had an infinite supply of prey. They were healthy. They were warm. But her loved ones, both living and dead, would not allow her to wallow in self-pity. Dappleswipe had duties to uphold.
Wishing for some happier memories this leaf-bare, the deputy chose to patrol alone with Cinderdapple. The young warrior was nearly the spitting image of Stemriver. Trekking along the frosty bracken, it was almost like hunting with her first apprentice again. Almost. Nostalgia clutched her heart. Was Bubblingstar thinking of her when giving Cinderdapple her warrior name?
Dappleswipe shuddered as cold droplets rained on her dark pelt. Glancing up towards the barren trees, she noticed the beginnings of a flurry sprinkling on their hunting grounds. The tortoiseshell deputy issued a low growl to her partner. “If we're going to catch any prey, we'd better do it quick,” she advised. Cinderdapple flicked her ears in acknowledgement.
Right below her nose, a gray blur scampered among the leaves. The deputy followed a mouse disturbing the leaf litter. Instinctually, Dappleswipe tensed her stance and exploded in a pounce. As she pinned her prey, she examined the ground. A large heap of leaves was piled on a small ditch.
“This must be a mice burrow! Cinderdapple, see if you can flush any other prey out.” Efficiently, the younger warrior crept up to her front paws in the den. She pulled out two more mice. Their victory was short-lived as a hawk cried near the forest. Dappleswipe was about to alert her companion that they needed to return to camp until a tiny yowl rang through the treetops.
The deputy's heart dropped to her stomach as Foxkit raced into the open. The ginger kitten immediately confided in Dappleswipe, meowing frantically about how she and her sister snuck out of camp, only for Blizzardkit to become a hawk’s next meal. “It's going to be okay, Foxkit- don't panic. Take me to where you saw Blizzardkit last. We will mourn for her.”
With mice in each jaw, the trio padded up to a snowy clearing far away from YewClan's camp, much too far for any kit to travel. And that's when Dappleswipe saw all that remained of Bubblingstar's daughter. A single, crimson stained patch of earth. The deputy was rooted to the ground with horror. She felt Foxkit’s heavy, sobbing breaths on her flank. It was the warmest thing she had felt this moon. Even the flurry moments before had stopped as if the weather wanted to pay their respects. Dappleswipe carefully wrapped her tail around Foxkit, keeping her close until her ginger pelt was nearly absorbed into black fur.
“This is a sorrowful day for our clan. But I’m sure Blizzardkit is watching us from the stars. She is healthy now, and she is warm.” A frigid breeze ruffled Dappleswipe’s pelt. She nodded gently to Cinderdapple and Foxkit. “We need to tell Bubblingstar what happened. Let's hurry back to camp before this snow gets any worse.” Leafbare had swiped another future warrior under YewClan’s protection, but at the very least the patrol had brought back a healthy amount of prey while hunting was scarce. Perhaps this extra food could save a life. A small victory to reign over their losses. tags:lemonshortbread ooc: (My longest response yet. This was a challenge, but I had a fun time making it! Hope you all enjoy <3)
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 29, 2024 10:36:54 GMT -5
Shadepatch - Herb Gathering with Hazelpelt (jaybun! ) and is thinking about her former clanmates[[ OOC: Second paraghraph is just thought monologue lol, if you wanna just get to the stuff where Shade interacts with Hazelpelt, go to the third paraghraph ]]-Shadepatch trotted through the territory with the cat she had brought to gather herbs with her, Hazelpelt, on a search for moss. The land around them was covered in a thin layer of snow, and as they were in the northern part of the territory, coniferous trees and rocks of various sizes were also covered in the snow that leafbare always brought with it. Light snow fell on the territory, and with Rainfang's point visible in the distance, Shadepatch felt it was quite a scenic patrol, especially for any birds who wanted to watch from above. Though at the thought of birds, Shadepatch remembered Blizzardkit, the kit carried away by a hawk earlier in the moon. The kit had so much ahead of them in life, only for it to be taken so soon.Shadepatch's thoughts eventually came to her former clanmates, mostly her siblings and the medicine cats. Lakespirit, her brother, who had become a medicine cat apprentice after she left, had told her that her sister Crowfrost had become the deputy! her sister was a bit young when it happened, but she was happy for her sibling. Along with Lakespirit, Rippleshock and the relatively new Chestnutpaw were also medicine cats, and having three medicine cats would be good for Burdockclan. Back to the thought of Crowfrost, from the few times they met and what Lakespirit told her, she was not very happy with Shadepatch for her leaving. Shadepatch paused her thinking for a bit, deciding to start a conversation with Hazelpelt while they were searching for moss, thinking for a few seconds about what to say. "So, Hazelpelt, how are you doing today? :]" She eventually said.
Shadepatch - Shares prey with Dappleswipe and Whorlkit (lazzylake , Sapphirejas )-Shadepatch sat at the entrance to the medicine den. She hadn't managed to collect any herbs alone, and she had decided to sit at the medicine den after coming back. She noticed Dappleswipe and Whorlkit sitting close together, though she couldn't tell if they were talking or not. Either way, she got up and walked to the prey pile, grabbing a large rabbit with the intention of sharing it with the two cats she had seen. Walking over to the two cats she dropped the rabbit, "Wanna share this rabbit with me?" she then asked.
Shadepatch - Snowball Fight with Hazelpelt (jaybun! ) (everyone's free to join as well because that's the point)-Shadepatch was sitting in camp, looking around at the cats. With Red's and Blizzardkit's death, the clan was quite gloomy, though Shadepatch completely understood why, but she wished she could think of some way to cheer everyone up, if only for a short amount of time. With the light snowy weather of the moon, Shadepatch found herself having rolled a snowball while she was thinking. She checked what the snowball felt like, and it was quite soft, so it would be unlikely to cause any actual harm. She looked around with her snowball, spotting Hazelpelt eating some prey, deciding to try and start a snowball fight to lift the mood a bit. "THINK FAST >:3!" she shouted before throwing the snowball at Hazelpelt and quickly starting to create a new one.
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Jun 29, 2024 11:02:42 GMT -5
![](https://imgur.com/FEkrVbv.png) Drizzlemimic- Helps Hazelpelt fix the camp walls "I'd love another set of paws- if you wouldn't mind?", Hazelpelt responded to Drizzlemimic’s question. “I’d love to help!” the grey and white tom said happily as he began to check the wall for weak points and reinforcing it with bracken wherever he found one. The task was tedious, yes, but it really helped Drizzlemimic take his mind of things. For a moment, he forgot about all the recent death in the clan, and could just focus on working. The two cats continued to work together on the camps defensive wall. Drizzlemimic realized just how little he actually knew about Hazelpelt. Despite her being in the clan ever since he was born, they’ve never really talked all that much. Drizzlemimic decided he could always get to know his clan mates better. And what better way to start than with the beginning? “So Hazelpelt, how exactly did you join YewClan?”. Tagging jaybun!
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Post by jaybun! on Jun 29, 2024 16:16:46 GMT -5
BUBBLINGSTAR - Speaking with Slatefoot. Bubblingstar's eyes stung, and it took several deliberate blinks before he was confident he wouldn't join Slatefoot's sobs. His voice was hoarse as he drug out an answer- no, not an answer, but the small comfort he had, " The good and the bad ebb and flow. Starclan would never give us more than we could be bear." He wasn't sure if that was true anymore. During Cloudystar's reign before himself, Bubblingstar knew Yewclan had flourished. The dens had been filled with nests, the nursery bustled with the cries of kits. Things had changed once he had been made a leader in his own right; and he was becoming more and more afraid that he himself may be the issue. Perhaps Starclan had disapproved of his appointment- but then why would they have given him his lives at all? There wasn't a single satisfying answer. On some level, Bubblingstar was aware the nostalgia of his youth made the past seem much brighter. But with each death he announced at the Gathering another clan had a birth, and he wondered if he wasn't the issue; what could be? HAZELPELT - Gathering herbs with Shadepatch!
" I'm okay![/i] Hazelpelt answered reflexively as she blinked into the present from her own reverie. The cinnamon molly bit back a wince, letting out a nervous laugh, " well, as good as can be with... everything." Yewclan's morale was at an all time low, not that she could blame a single cat for it. Warriors may die, but it was different when it was a kit. She was honestly a little relieved to be outside of camp for a bit. Much as she shared the grief of her clan-mates, Hazelpelt still wasn't the best at dealing with other's emotions. " Have you and Storm-mask found another good moss patch?" She asked, and then spluttered, " a-and how are you! I'm sorry, I should've asked that first!" HAZELPELT - Repairing the walls with Drizzlemimic! " Oh, I guess you weren't born yet, huh?" Hazel paused her work on the camp wall in wonder. Time passed so quickly, didn't it? Drizzlemimic and his sibling were already all grown up weren't there? Hadn't they just been kits? " Uhm, right- well," she continued on with a sheepish smile, " I used to be a kittypet, although you probably guessed that." Her paw rose up to touch the familiar shape of the collar around her neck. There had been more than one offer to remove it, but Hazelpelt found she couldn't imagine life without it. She'd been wearing one since as far back as she could remember, it was practically apart of her. " I got lost..." She thought back, remembering the sharp tinge of desperation and fear that clouded that day, " really lost. But Heavy found me out in Yewclan's forest on patrol. She really saved me." ------- tags: Feathertalon chocolatemilk7 cometchaos
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 30, 2024 1:12:43 GMT -5
Shadepatch - Herb Gathering with Hazelpelt-"I, uhhh, I'm, well, what you said for how I feel, and uh--" Shadepatch just looked confused for a moment before continuing--"Well uhh, like, hhhhhhhhhhhh????????" she then said in not much of an actual continuation. "How did I uh like, why did I forget how to speak," she then just stopped talking for a few seconds in confusion at the previous sentence.
[[ OOC: yes this is based on how I "speak" in social awkwardness ]]
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Jun 30, 2024 9:28:23 GMT -5
![](https://imgur.com/FEkrVbv.png) Drizzlemimic- Repairing the camp walls with Hazelpelt Drizzlemimic thought for a second about the words Hazelpelt said to him. He had always wondered about her collar. While he had heard other clans express negative sentiments about kittypets at gatherings, especially FlowerClan, Hazelpelt was one of the most powerful and loyal warriors in YewClan. Just goes to show you don’t have to be born in the clan to be part of it, Drizzlemimic thought to himself. Being half-clan, he approved this sentiment even more than most cats. As he saw how FlowerClan cats treated outsiders, he was glad his mother didn’t let her kits stay there. And, he was even more glad that Stemriver left, so that Drizzlemimic and Cinderdapple may continue his legacy. Still, there was one big question on Drizzlemimic’s mind: “Do you ever… miss your old home?”. He never doubted Hazelpelt’s loyalty, but he was curious. “Like, do you think you would have been happier with your two-legs, if things would have gone differently?”, Drizzlemimic asked in a polite and curios tone. He didn’t want to appear rude. “I’m not implying that you aren’t loyal to YewClan by the way… I was just… wondering.”. Tagging jaybun!
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Post by Sand on Jun 30, 2024 12:25:11 GMT -5
![](https://imgur.com/Wva5nb0.png) Stormmask : slippery juniper | alone As the snow fell lightly onto Stormmask's dark tabby pelt, she shuddered. She didn't care much for leafbare, but YewClan was going to have to face it whether they liked it or not. The recent deaths of Red and Blizzardkit had definitely put a damper on things within the clan. Respectively so, losing a kit was one of the worst things that could happen.
Stormmask neared the border that YewClan shared with PlumClan. Despite the white snowflakes that fell before her gaze, she noticed a PlumClan patrol. It appeared the cats were making their way to the border. Luckily for her, she wouldn't be interacting with them. Still, her silver gaze was wary as she headed further east to a familiar juniper tree.
The dark grey tabby she-cat stood at the bottom of the tree, scouring it for its berries. The juniper tree's snow covered branches stood tall as the small, pale blue berries finally came into focus for Stormmask. They were up a tad too high for her. She knew that scaling the tree would be difficult considering the weather, but the medicine cat was going to try. As she climbed up the tree's trunk, she ascended slowly, feeling her grip slip from the trunk a few times. There's no way I can reach them, she thought, glancing up at the pale berries. All she needed to do was climb onto a branch though it was impossible for Stormmask to reach the juniper berries. There was no way the healer could reach them without risking injury.
She let out a sigh of defeat and scaled back down the juniper tree's trunk, its branches shaking snow off as she made her way down. Once she was on the forest floor, Stormmask stared at the tree in frustration before padding off back to camp.
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![](https://imgur.com/Wva5nb0.png) Stormmask : checking up on Whorlkit It was Stormmask's turn to check up on the kits. She had promised herself she would see Whorlkit first, whom she was concerned about. What cat wouldn't be concerned for the kits who just lost their littermate? She could only imagine how traumatic it was for both the kits and Bubblingstar.
As she slipped into the nursery, her pink nose twitched as she looked around the den for Whorlkit. "Whorlkit?" she called out, wondering if the kit had left the den. "I'm here to check up on you!"
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Post by lazzylake on Jul 1, 2024 0:41:39 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
Shares prey with Whorlkit and Shadepatch Bubblingstar hasn't been out of his den for days... Dappleswipe cast her anxious gaze towards the leader’s entrance. The deputy was the one to break the news about Blizzardkit’s sudden passing, and her words, although gentle, seemed to strike the tom like vicious claws. She had never seen a cat look so devastated. So broken. Like he was losing a life before her very eyes.
And in his absence, Bubblingstar’s leadership and parenting skills were ignored. Interacting with his remaining kits simply felt like an added duty of hers. One that Dappleswipe was grateful to take over until he recuperated.
The deputy was resting with Whorlkit in the divet that formed the nursery. She draped her tail a few mouse-lengths over the little tom's ears, seeing if he had enough energy to reach it. Impresively, Whorlkit seemed to be balancing the weight of grief well. The poor kitten had spent days in denial when Mistleheart explained Blizzardkit's disappearance, but now he was spreading small acts of kindness around camp.
Dappleswipe paused as Shadepatch approached the fresh-kill pile, picking out a rabbit. An awful hefty meal for a single cat... Sure enough, the medicine cat dragged it along to the nursery, prompting her and Whorlkit to share. Dappleswipe suspiciously surveyed the rabbit with a sniff. Last time she ate a rabbit this big, she was poisoned for a few moons. Naturally she would be a bit hesitant. But there was no trace of sickness in its scent. The black tortoiseshell approved with a tail flick, anticipating for Whorlkit to come closer. She thanked the young healer before settling down and taking a bite.
”That's very generous, Shadepatch! Of course we'll share with you.” tags: Sapphirejas cometchaos ooc: (Meant to get this out sooner but I had company over. I do have some brief dialogue written for the Hazelpelt prompt but that'll wait for tomorrow. I may have to send it after next moon.)
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