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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 20, 2024 12:12:06 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
hunting patrol with cinderdapple - lemonshortbread & monarchpaw - Sand thinks heavy is overworking herself
It had been too long since Slatefoot had last been on a patrol. Bubblingheart had still been alive when she had last taken herself out of camp, the old tom guaranteed to either be curled up in the elders' den or lounging about somewhere in camp. He had been so peaceful in his last few moons, the weight of leadership no longer dragging him down, the sorrow of losing Blizzardkit no longer as fresh on his mind. The old tom that had trained Slatefoot all those moons ago had left to StarClan in peace, but despite his long, fulfilled life and his easy passing, Slatefoot had fumbled with grief. Losing her mentor, the tom she had looked up to since the beginning, had been hard on her. Harder even when she had lost Brightleaf. Her sister's death still clung to her like a gloomy shadow, but losing such a large part of her life, of who she was... Slatefoot was finally feeling better now, but Bubblingheart's death would always rest upon her heart like a stone.
It was as if she had never missed a whole season of patrols as she glided silently through the snow-covered forest alongside Cinderdapple and Monarchpaw. It was nice, she mused, to be back out in the woods and get to spend time with Cinderdapple. She was younger, but that didn't make her any less experienced as a warrior. Slatefoot remembered how Stemriver had brought her and Drizzlemimic back to camp the moon before he had been bitten by a snake. They had been so small and so fragile that it was hard to believe they would one day grow into strong warriors, but now here they were, patrolling alongside Slatefoot and even training their own apprentices. Even if they didn't get to spend much time with one another, Slatefoot was proud of them both. She was glad to call them her kin.
It was the thoughts of kin that carried Slatefoot's thoughts to her mother. Heavy had been deputy for a while now, stepping up to the role when Dapplestar had ascended to leadership. Slatefoot couldn't say much considering her own grieving process, but she had noticed that in all of Dapplestar's time as leader, the tortoiseshell had only truly led their Clan for one moon. Between illness and sorrow, Dapplestar had stood back and had only stood in front of her Clan as leader when ceremonies needed to be made. YewClan was practically being led by Heavy at this point, and while Slatefoot knew her mother could do it and prove just how well a leader she could be, the young warrior was worried her mother was pushing herself too far. Heavy was overworking herself between being both Clan deputy and temporary leader. Maybe at some point she could pull her mother aside and make her take a break.
Slatefoot was pulled from her thoughts when she noticed a shift in Monarchpaw's demeanor. The young molly lowered herself to the ground with jaws parted, clearly taking in the scents around them. Slatefoot shot a questioning look toward Cinderdapple before the scent of mouse drifted over her nose. From questioning to impressed, her eyes shot back toward Monarchpaw. The apprentice was learning quick if she had scented the mouse before either Cinderdapple or Slatefoot!
Giving the young molly a chance Slatefoot took a step back, slowly and quietly, praying to StarClan that they would allow Monarchpaw a swift, clean kill. |
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Post by whispering on Aug 20, 2024 13:01:32 GMT -5
Flashpaw
decides to become a healer + herb-gathering
with shadepatch cometchaos
"I do." Flashkit's voice was strong, his dark eyes filled with purpose and determination as he stood before Dappledstar.
After days of consideration, and many questions, the dark-furred tom had decided that becoming a medicine cat was his path. Hearing the talk of the older cats about healing and sharing with StarClan had intrigued him far more than that of hunting and fighting. It was a cat's instinct to care for itself, but one had to have special skills to memorize herbs and confer with the dead. Not to mention, Shadepatch had fostered him. It had been a major advantage to hear from the mouth of YewClan's healer why she had chosen to heal. What she loved about it, what were its pros, cons, advantages, and disadvantages?
The tortoiseshell molly had been overwhelmed since Storm-mask's untimely death. What better opportunity was there than now? All the kits wanted to be warriors. They wanted to become the next Clan leader someday. But Flashkit would be different. He would care for all cats as if they were his kits. He would be a healer to remember.
"Then from this moment forward, you will be known as Flashpaw."
The tabby swelled with pride as the cats around him cheered his new name and recognized him as their newest healer. Shadepatch had already explained that he had to wait until the full moon to be fully accepted by StarClan. But knowing that YewClan accepted him, that they were proud of him, was enough confirmation for Flashpaw. This was the right path for him.
I'm not so much of a burden, after all, huh Moth? His eyes searched the sky as if he would find the broad-shouldered, tom there. The cat who'd abandoned him. The cat who had claimed that he could no longer care for Flashpaw. Your mother is dead. I cannot care for you as a queen would. But these cats will. There had been no remorse in his eyes when his father had left him behind. He had not even looked back before leaving YewClan's camp. I'll prove you wrong over and over again. Flashpaw imagined running into the loner one day and proving him wrong, making him regret ever doubting him.
It all starts now.
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But he hadn't been prepared for how the next few days would drag on after his apprenticeship. The weather was cold and dreary. His kitten-soft fur just only protects him from the constant winter chill. Shadepatch was seemingly doing her best to keep them warm yet still teach him, so Flashpaw couldn't be too grumpy. But there was only so much he could learn without physically seeing and remembering herbs. Although, practicing on small injuries had been fun enough. Even if some of his clanmates were pains in his rump- specifically, Drizzlemimic and his constant boasting.
But today would be different. He knew when the tortoiseshell molly roused and asked Mistleheart to keep an eye out for her kits that they would finally go herb gathering! But his hopes were soon plummeted into despair as they began the trek through the snowy forest.
During his first tour of the territory, Flashpaw had already caught a glimpse of how cold and miserable leaf-bare was outside of camp. YewClan were lucky their fresh-kill pile was so well stocked. He couldn't imagine being cold and hungry. His annoyance was already peaked by the numbness he felt in his paws padding through the light blanket of snow. And the lack of herbs. They had been walking for ages! Surely, Shadepatch would point out a herb patch to him soon? But the snow that fell from the sky proved him incorrect once more. Before he knew it, the two healers were soaked by the freezing snow. Flashpaw's teeth chattered and he shivered beneath his pelt. He didn't think he'd ever been so cold!
The dark tabby didn't dare meet his mentor's eye as they retreated to camp. They had found no daisy leaves after all. And Flashpaw couldn't help wondering what Shadepatch had been expecting. Despite the cold, he felt the hot tingle of frustration. Hopefully, his apprenticeship wouldn't continue to be so hopeless.
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Post by whispering on Aug 20, 2024 13:01:57 GMT -5
Flashpaw
visits the nursery to check on the kits + herb sorting
with shadepatch cometchaos
The cold days passed by. Flashpaw taking it one cold day after cold day, learning more and more about herbs and healing. He had gone to meet the other medicine cats to finish the ritual of becoming a full healer. He'd even met a StarClan cat! The old tom Bubblingheart had guided him through the dream. However, there was still a part of the apprentice that felt the experience had been unreal. How could a dead cat walk in his dreams? Wouldn't it still count as just a dream?
Flashpaw brushed it aside. As long as the other medicine cats believed he'd dreamed and been accepted by StarClan, his personal thoughts didn't matter. It's no cat's business what I think anyway.
The dark-furred tom's jaws gaped into a yawn, blinking sleep out of his eyes as he stood drowsily at the entrance to the medicine den. The leaf-bare cold seemed to drain his energy differently than that of the greenleaf sun. He longed to be in his nest so early in the morning. He longed for its warmth and the comfortable herb scents. But, Heavy had ordered the medicine cats to start following her patrol schedules since there were warriors still out of work. Flashpaw had to refrain from growling when Shadepatch had shared the news. Warriors were always shoving their way on cats. Healers lived by a different code, why did they have to obey their orders? It was all so unfair. Now, here he was, at the crack of dawn, the morning air chilling his nose as he inhaled. Not even the birds were awake yet it seemed. The only other noise was the stirring inside the warrior's den as the dawn patrol prepared to leave.
Shadepatch had wanted him to check on the kits before they began to clear the storage, and reluctantly, he left the shelter of the warm medicine den, padding slowly to the nursery.
Flashpaw breathed in its milky scent, instantly overwhelmed by its memories. Just moons ago he'd been dreading living in the stuffy den, so full of kits. Only to leave into an even more stuffy apprentice den. But, the young tom had gotten the upper paw in the matter, choosing the life of a medicine cat instead. He would never have to be around so many cats again.
Creeping silently, Flashpaw sniffed at each nest; first to Shadepatch's litter, then to the sleeping Mistleheart and her kits. No smells of sickness or warmth came from either nest. YewClan would be lucky to avoid a plague of sickness this leafbare. It was a blessing compared to the moons of unending death they had already suffered. Perhaps life was beginning to turn around in YewClan.
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Flashpaw sighed as he exited the medicine den. Dusty crumbs of herbs sticky on his paws and scattered throughout his pelt. Shadepatch and their newest medicine cat, Flax, had decided there was no point in collecting herbs today. Not with the thaw so near. So the mentor and apprentice instead focused on the herbs they did have; what was good to keep and what was to be thrown out.
After a long morning of sorting, the tortoiseshell molly had advised him to take a break. He had been working hard after all! Flashpaw bathed drowsily in the sunlight, purring quietly to himself as he groomed his untidy coat. The leafbare sunlight was weak, but it was nice compared to the constant chill. It was reassurance that it would soon give way to warmer weather and more bountiful herb-gathering outings.
Once he finished, Flashpaw returned to finish his duties. His ears flicked in surprise when he found a surprised Shadepatch standing over a pile of herbs he couldn't recognize. "Woah, where'd you find that? Is that-" He paused to study the herbs, searching his memory for descriptions he had been taught during their lessons, but he was stumped. "I'm not sure, what is it? Is it useful to us now?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 20, 2024 13:22:55 GMT -5
Heavy »
"I don't think we'll be able to hunt here, unfortunately." Heavy hated to speak the words aloud, especially after Mistleheart had been eager to head down to the gully in search of mice, but with every pawsteps the patrol took, the snow crunched under paw loud enough to scare any nearby mice away. In greenleaf the gully was rich in mice, and any cat willing to travel the long distance to the gully from camp was gifted with a bountiful reward. But right now in the middle of leaf-bare, with snow covering the ground in thick blankets, there was no way the patrol would be able to catch anything.
The deputy shook her fur, shaking away any snowflakes that had fallen onto her pelt. The wind was chilly here as well, but then again, the whole territory was covered in snow. No matter where they went there would be a chill in the air and frost ready to bite.
Heavy momentarily thought about Coppersplash, how the poor molly had succumbed to the cold just a moon ago. Mistleheart and Puddlepaw were well equipped for YewClan's harsh leaf-bares, but a thick pelt could only do so much in a cold that had proven to be a killer already. "We should head back," she told her patrol, tail twitching as she turned on her paws, facing the way they had just come. Even if this hunting patrol had been a failure, it was still an attempt to teach Puddlepaw something about hunting, even if he couldn't put it to actual use right now. "Puddlepaw, can you tell me why we're heading back instead of still trying to hunt?" As she began walking out of the gully she kept her ears swiveled back and angled toward Puddlepaw, waiting for his answer. He was a smart tom, but she was curious to see if he retained any of the knowledge about hunting she had passed on to him thus far. |
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 20, 2024 16:15:20 GMT -5
 Hopbramble
YewClan Camp | w/ Dawnpaw chocolatemilk7
Asks Dawnpaw to pick burrs from her fur
Amazed at Whisperingpaw's skill
"Talk to Dapplestar." Hopbramble meowed gruffly, cutting Flax off from entering the camp further and directing him towards their leader's den. Pondspeckle could take care of being a mediator. Hopbramble was more concerned about making sure Flax didn't try and speak to her kits about matters they should not be aware of. Especially Dawnpaw. If Flax was given permission to stay, Hopbramble would ensure that he would not speak a word of her kits' parentage. She did not care if he was their kin, their father did not exist.
The black molly padded quickly over to her son Dawnpaw, hopefully he wasn't terribly busy so she could keep him from wandering towards the new stranger. She greeted him with a warm glow in her blue eyes, licking the top of his black and orange head. "I heard you had your hunting assessment today!" She purred, genuinely hoping it did go well. The better trained her kits were, the better they could take care of themselves. She knew Whisperingpaw may fall behind due to illness, but regardless, all of her kits were incredibly skilled, her daughter was sure to bounce back quickly enough. "Why don't you tell me about it while you help me tidy up?" She motioned her head to some hard-to-reach burrs stuck on her back from her encounter with Flax earlier today while Hopbramble went to licking her paw pads and removing the few that were stuck there.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 20, 2024 19:44:43 GMT -5
Seedkit »
wants to snuggle with shadepatch
& hunting bugs
The more Seedkit thought about it, the more he realized that the idea of becoming an apprentice was growing on him. His apprenticeship loomed before him, a growing shadow that became larger with each passing day. Before he knew it he’d no longer be Seedkit, but rather Seedpaw, and the idea of that sparked excitement down his pelt, tingling down to his toes. There was still a lingering fear of not being good enough, but his grandmother was deputy and his mother was the medicine cat. Along with that his father was an amazing warrior! There was no way he could mess up.
… Right? How was he supposed to impressed to impress Flashpaw if he didn’t become an apprentice and do better than all the other ‘paws?
Deciding he needed to start working on his apprentice skills now, Seedkit had left the warmth of the nursery to brave the chill of camp. He couldn’t deny that the idea of snuggling up against his mother’s flank and absorbing her warmth wasn’t appealing right now, but a true warrior apprentice did no such thing! They sucked it up and marched on whether it was rain or shine. And in this case, snowy and cold.
Wanting to practice his hunting and stalking techniques - every great warrior had to be an excellent hunter - Seedkit was on the look out for bugs. He had been told that there wouldn’t be any bugs out in these weather conditions, but Seedkit was sure that was just a rouse to get him to hang back in the nursery and not practice his skills. If he was going to be a successful warrior of YewClan then he’d be able to accomplish the impossible! And right now the impossible was finding bugs to hunt in the snow.
That’s exactly what the young tomkit did with himself; like a determined little weasel he scurried about camp poking, prodding, and observing every nook and cranny in search of any insect he could get his tiny paws on. |
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Post by stormshade1 on Aug 20, 2024 20:39:30 GMT -5
 Pondspeckle Patrol (lemonshortbread )
Pondspeckle padded along the northern border, Hopbramble trailing him. Hopefully they didn’t have any run-ins with any cats – he was sure that the two of them could defend themselves, but what would happen to Hopbramble if they met somecat she knew? Pondspeckle didn’t know the molly very well, so he wasn’t sure what would happen. Why had Heavy put them on a patrol together? Surely she knew that they didn’t know each other at all. But maybe that was why she put them together.
Suddenly, Pondspeckle smelled something. Cat. Not YewClan. Not any Clan, for that matter. He turned to Hopbramble and say that her hackles were raised, her fur puffed, her back arched. Crap. She knows this cat, doesn’t she. A stab of ginger where it didn’t belong made Pondspeckle turn and watch in horror as Hopbramble leaped at the cat with a fierce shriek that made Pondspeckle flinch.
“Hopbramble, wait!” Pondspeckle screeched, but she must not have heard him, or just decided to ignore him. The two fighting cats rolled over, grappling each other, claws unsheathed. “Stop!” He yowled again, but they must not have heard him. He couldn’t get in the middle of it, else he surely would make things worse. Suddenly, she froze. Oh, no.
“...Flax?”
Her claws were digging into the tom’s shoulders, and as she sheathed them, droplets of blood spilled out.
“You know you don't belong here.” She growled fiercely.
"You...you don't understand..." He mumbled, turning to face Pondspeckle. Pondspeckle took a few steps towards him, but... Hopbramble must know this cat better than he did. He didn’t seem like a danger, but... no. Pondspeckle nodded for him to go on, and he turned back to Hopbramble. "I know what this looks like but I promise I don't mean to cause trouble. I can't stay with Saffron, Hop. He's gone mad. He's always respected I just want to heal...but not anymore."
What? “What... what is he talking about, Hopbramble?” Pondspeckle asked, taking a step closer.
"... So what do you want from us?" Hopbramble asked, ignoring Pondspeckle.
"Please let me join your group! I've seen how you care for one another, I've seen how they train your kits, Hop. I want to be part of that, I can't help kill anymore. I want to heal, I just want to help cats get by."
Hopbramble finally let the cat up, and moved closer to Pondspeckle, looking towards him.
“I think... I think he should stay. We can take him to Dapplestar, see what she thinks.” He said after some hesitation.
Pondspeckle supported the somewhat injured tom. Hopbramble had managed to get out of the fight unscathed, but Pondspeckle would make sure that the other medicine cats gave him the proper herbs after his talk with Dapplestar. Pondspeckle would take it upon himself to make sure that Flax fits in.
Once they were back at camp, Flax in the leader’s den, he turned on Hopbramble. “What was that all about?” He hissed. “Who is that cat?”
 Icekit Pretending to be Hayfeather (polarized )
“I’ll be Dapplestar!” Wrenkit called.
“I’ll be Hayfeather!” Icekit added. She admired her half-brothers, and wanted to be just like them.
“I wanna be Pondspeckle!” Lightkit said. Obviously she liked her half-brothers too.
Wrenkit climbed up a rock in the clearing and said, “You will be my loyal warriors.”
Icekit didn’t greatly enjoy being told what to do, but she played along anyways.
“We will find the rogues in our territory!”
“I’ll help!”
Icekit pounced on a stick beside the one that Wrenkit had, and gripped it with her front paws, clawing at it with her back claws. Wait. Weren’t they supposed to play with theiiir claws sheathed? But... that was only when fighting other cats, like Pondspeckle and Hayfeather and Frozenlaurel. Mistleheart didn’t really like being climbed on.
“Be gone, you dirty rogues!”
Icekit threw the stick as hard as she could (which wasn’t very hard) across the clearing.
“Yeah! Be gone!”
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Post by Sapphirejas on Aug 20, 2024 23:46:33 GMT -5
 polarized (Wrenkit) asrise (Gustkit) Mistleheart (S pends a lot of time thunking about Slatefoot and her new crush, Foxclove, wants to spend some more time with Slatefoot, gives Wrenkit her favourite prey ++, grooms Gustkit thoroughly +++) Mistleheart purred warmly as she rested in the nursery, her four kits playing a game of pretend nearby. She was finally allowed to patrol again... she missed going outside so much! Also, she and Slatefoot are friends again! After the dark gray she-cat got so upset when she announced she was having kits. Mistleheart spent a lot of time thinking about her... as a friend. Even though she liked she-cats. Unbeknownst to Slatefoot, Mistleheart had a crush on the young ginger she-cat and daughter of the late leader Bubblingheart, Foxclove. And when she confessed her feelings to her, she felt the same way about the fluffy white she-cat. Mistleheart have been spending time with her in the nursery, while her friend Slatefoot isn't watching... She knew that the dark gray warrior mustn't find out that she was dating Foxclove, especially because it would end her friendship forever.... A thorn pierced Mistleheart's stomach when she realized when Slatefoot WILL learn that she is in love with Foxclove as long the relationship with the ginger warrior goes ahead, and Mistleheart announces to the Clan that she was mates with Foxclove. So Mistleheart knew she must make the best of the time of her rekindled friendship with Slatefoot until it was broken again with her revealing her love to Foxclove.... She swallowed when she thinks that after the second break, she and Slatefoot will not be friends EVER again. But she knew that it was definitely worth to keep her relationship with Foxclove as it will lead to her being happy with someone she loved romantically. Mistleheart stopped thinking of Slatefoot and Foxclove and crawled out the entrance of the nursery to get to the freshkill pile. The white-furred queen wanted to get Wrenkit's favourite fresh-kill, a wren! The animal she requested to be named after instead of a cicada. Mistleheart found the wren atop the freshkill pile and grabbed it in her jaw, carrying it back to the nursery. When the fluffy she-cat crawled back into the nursery, Wrenkit excitedly ran up to her after seeing the wren in her jaw. " Hello my love, this wren is for you. I know it is your favourite!" Purred Mistleheart warmly, passing the bird down to the small silver she-kit. Mistleheart turned her gaze to the on the only tom in her litter, Gustkit while Wrenkit was eating her favourite prey. His fur looked very dirty from rolling around in the nursery. " Now now Gustkit... you need a bath!" Mewed Mistleheart as she picked him up. She put him between her front paws and started grooming him. The small dappled gray tom looked very happy to be having a bath, surprising Mistleheart.
Feathertalon (Heavy) Brownie (Puddlepaw) Mistleheart (Attempt at hunting in the gully while on patrol, with Heavy and Puddlepaw) Mistleheart was delighted to be patrolling again with the other cats! She knew her kits were old enough to be left alone for a short period of time when Dapplestar allowed the fluffy white she-cat to patrol again after a long time. Mistleheart pushed through the snow with two other cats, the deputy, Heavy and her apprentice, Puddlepaw. The snow was deep and dense, and it took a lot of effort to push through it. Mistleheart's fluffy white fur normally stands out in environment, but in the snow, it camouflaged very well. Icy sheets of snow were hitting Mistleheart's face, making it very hard to see. " Let's hunt in the gully" Suggested Mistleheart " There's normally lots of prey there!" Heavy and Puddlepaw agreed, and the three cats trekked to the gully to hunt. To Mistleheart's disappointment, the gully was covered with very deep snow. She sniffed the cold air, but there weren't any scents of prey in the gully. The blanketing snow made it very for her and the other two cats to see. " I don't think we'll able to hunt here" the multicoloured deputy spoke behind Mistleheart. The white furred warrior stop searching for prey in the very deep snow and gazed at Heavy with her heart sinking. She seemed to take a moment to think before she looked at her and Puddlepaw. " We should head back" Mistleheart watched as Heavy taught her apprentice a lessen on why they were heading back instead of continuing trying to hunt before they head back to camp. It was great that the deputy finally had her own apprentice to train. Mistleheart finally, learnt to accept her as deputy despite not meeting the qualifications to become one, putting her thoughts away from the Warrior Code and thinking that she was a very experienced cat. Mistleheart learnt recently Warrior Code didn't mean everything, and cats don't have to follow it. She became thoughtful of other cats' emotions and beliefs in StarClan and the Warrior Code, like Heavy not believing in StarClan, and Whorldusk not believing in the Warrior Code. Mistleheart couldn't help but feel empathy for the ginger tom. For three moons after his father's death, he's been grieving, and his insecure behaviour have only worsened. He have been lashing at other cats, and had a very hard life ever since he was brought back to YewClan's camp, losing not only his littermate Blizzardkit, but also his beloved father, Bubblingheart.
 grimmreminder (Petalpaw) lazzylake (Dapplestar) stormshade1 (Pondspeckle) (mention) Whorldusk ( Plays a prank on Petalpaw, and is jealous that Pondspeckle got to patrol when he didn't --) Another moon has passed for Whorldusk since his father's death, and he was STILL grieving. He still missed him and the warmth of his fur. But at least the grief was starting to lift, at least a tiny bit... The ginger tom still didn't feel like himself, but he was starting to get bored of spending all of his time in the warrior's den with nothing to do. Some patrolling with other cats ought to help my grief! Whorldusk thought grumpily as he turned in his nest. The ginger warrior finally decided to get up and head to the leader's den to ask Dapplestar if he can patrol again. He dipped his head in greeting for the black-furred and dark ginger leader. " Dapplestar, I want to patrol again! It's been SOO BORING being stuck in the warriorir's den with nothing to do! I want to honor my father's legacy by going on patrols. Please?" But Whorldusk's heart sank when Dapplestar told him that he can't go back to doing patrols yet, as he was still grieving for Bubblingheart's death, and need more time to recover. What a load of fox dung! thought Whorldusk angrily as he huffed and stalked out of the leader's den. What kind of leader is she?!From the corner of his eye, Whorldusk spotted Pondspeckle leaving camp with a group of other cats. He was very jealous he gets to go out and not him! Whorldusk threw himself back onto his nest in the warrior's den, and sulked over his newfound boredom. Suddenly, an idea sparked in the young ginger warrior's head! He will play a prank on one of the apprentices, and get a laugh out of it! Whorldusk padded to the apprentice's den and crawled inside. It has been many moons since he last slept in there, but what he really missed was sleeping next to Bubblingheart's side in the nursery. He spotted Petalpaw sleeping some foxlengths away. There's his target! He sneaked quietly to the ginger and gray tortie, and started lightly brushing her back with his thin tail as if a bug was crawling on her pelt. He awaited for her to wake up and think that there was a bug on her body and react!
 Feathertalon (Slatefoot) grimmreminder (Thrushfleck) (mention) Ravenkit (Likes seeing his father, Thrushfleck in the nursey --he's so fun and knows so many games! +++ , and is asking Mistleheart and Slatefoot who their mates are) Ravenkit watched from some distance away as Mistleheart's four kits were playing a game of pretend for some fun. He decided to have some of his own fun, imagining the thrill of having fun. But first, he thought of his father, Thrushfleck. He loved his father, and he really likes it when he visits him and his brothers. The ginger tom had so many stories to tell to Ravenkit, and played so many games with him in his kithood. He knows so many games, and Ravenkit loved to imagine how many more games he knew but haven't told him about. Mistleheart was sleeping nearby her kits as Ravenkit wondered if every adult cat had a mate of their own, where kittens like him came from. He still couldn't imagine how kittens were made though, and couldn't imagined how he came to be. But right now he really wanted to know everycats' mates. So he decided he will ask Mistleheart about who her mate is, as he wasn't allowed to leave the nursery... just this moment at least. I'll wake up Mistleheart and ask her! thought Ravenkit excitedly. He leapt onto Mistleheart's fluffy white fur and started pouncing on her! " Wake up, wake up Mistleheart! " He squealed. Mistleheart let out a yelp as she scrambled to her paws, confused on why she was awake. Then, she gazed directly into Ravenkit's bronze eyes. " Oh it's you Ravenkit... Please don't wake me up! All cats need their sleep. And I'm no exception. " She scolded Ravenkit. " Sorry... but... who's your mate, Mistleheart?" The mate that you made your four kits with! ” The small black tom squeaked. Mistleheart laughed at Ravenkit. " I don't have a mate Ravenkit! " She chuckled " I simply had kits... that is all you need to know!" But that made the black-furred kit tilt his head in confusion. I thought kits came from TWO cats, not ONE! Then, the dark gray warrior, Slatefoot had entered the nursery, causing Ravenkit to squeal with excitement and rush up to her. Slatefoot was Ravenkit's aunt, so he knew her very well. He imagined who she have gotten together with. " Aunty Slatefoot... who's YOUR MATE?!" He mewed excitedly.
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 21, 2024 4:50:24 GMT -5
 HAZELPELT
Hunting with Drizzlemimic & Thrushfleck! - x - x
Hazelpelt couldn't wait for leaf-bare to be over. The brown molly frowned as she plowed through another snow drift, pausing only to shake the frost from her coat. Her nose had stopped running at least, a minuscule silver lining considering she was back hunting in this blasted snow!
At least this time she wasn't too worried about her companions. Drizzlemimic and Thrushfleck both had thick pelts, not unlike her own. It curbed the edges of the fear that needled at Hazelpelt's thoughts, but not enough to keep her from glancing over the two toms here and there. They would tell her if they got too cold, wouldn't they? She wouldn't give them a chance to bluff about it, anyway. The second Hazelpelt saw the sun start to dip toward the horizon, she'd wrangle those two back to camp whether they liked it or not.
Her tail swayed, brushing against the snow's surface as she opened her mouth to scent the air. Nothing fresh hit her taste buds, but the stale trail of rabbit gave her enough hope to push on. |
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Aug 21, 2024 6:54:27 GMT -5
 Dawnpaw- Assessment with Petalpaw Finally, a patrol without Frozenlaurel! Believe it or not, Dawnpaw and his mentor still bickered every time. Dawnpaw started to think that the problem did actually lie with him. He was just a bad apprentice. But at least he didn’t have to face that problem with Frozenlaurel. Now, he was with his sister, Petalpaw. The two got along well as kits, but after being apprentices, they were so busy that they stopped talking. Dawnpaw did feel bad for his sister, however. She was blind. He could only imagine how hard training must be for her. It was already hard enough for him, add not being able to see and it sounded impossible. Still, this could be Dawnpaw’s only chance to impress his mentor. He had to do well, even if it meant making Petalpaw look bad. Otherwise, he might not graduate at the same time as her… ”How about we hunt near the FlowerClan border? I’ve heard that their prey is the tastiest and easiest to catch. It has to be, considering that those mouse brains manage to hunt it.” He thought his idea sounded great, but Petalpaw seemed to disagree, thinking it was “risky”. “We have to impress our mentors! To prove that we are brave apprentices that won’t cower in front of a challenge!” Maybe Petalpaw didn’t feel like that. Maybe she didn’t need to impress Foxclove. Maybe you shouldn’t take a blind apprentice to the border, you mouse brain! But… it was leaf bare and the prey was scarce. They had to take a risk. ”Well, if you don’t want to join me, let’s split up. You go wherever you want, and I’ll go to the FlowerClan border.” And so they did. For the first time ever, Dawnpaw was patrolling alone. There was no second pair of paw steps in the snow to fill the void of silence, just his own. Just Dawnpaw and his thoughts. He considered going back to Petalpaw. Leaving a blind apprentice alone was dangerous. And maybe his insecurities about not being good enough for his mentor were just in his head. He tried to consider this being a possibility, but Frozenlaurel never listened to a thing he said. And Petalpaw was his sister, Hopbramble’s daughter! She was fierce and powerful, she would be fine. I hope…As he saw the stream, Dawnpaw knew he arrived at the border. The FlowerClan scent was strong. He had to be careful, especially since he was probably the easiest cat in the world to spot. The first squirrel was on his clans territory, near a tree. He stalked it for a while and a quick bite to the neck did the trick. Just as he was celebrating his catch, he saw a second squirrel near the border. He tried chase it, but it jumped over the stream, and onto FlowerClan territory. Now, he had a choice to make. If he pursued the prey, he could get caught, ruin relations with FlowerClan, and get seriously hurt. But if he doesn’t chase it, he might not find a second catch. I’ll take my chances. Following the squirrel, he leaped and chased it over the stream. He ran after it for a few seconds, until it tried to climb up a tree, and Dawnpaw leaped once more and took it out. That was… EPIC!
He did it! He crossed the border and secured the prey that rightfully belonged to his clan! Frozenlaurel was gonna be so proud of him, and Petalpaw was gonna- “Hey! Is that… YewClan scent?” Fox dung. A FlowerClan patrol was nearby, and he hadn’t even noticed it! No, no, no no… where can I hide? As he frantically looked around, he stepped to the side, and his foot suddenly sunk under the snow. Thank StarClan! There was a rabbit den here! He could hide in it, and take the squirrel with him. He only realized after entering his hiding spot that the squirrel’s blood stained the snow around him. He tried to patch up the snow at the entrance of the den, leaving behind one very small hole so he could peak outside. Two cats entered his field of view. A solid black warrior with yellow eyes, and a silver tabby apprentice with striking sky blue eyes. The apprentice approached the den, inspecting it curiously. “This blood is recent…” he said. “That’s because I killed the rabbit that lived in that den earlier today. We should get back to camp now, it’s getting cold.” replied the mentor. “I think those YewClan cats are stealing prey from us again!” Dawnpaw started to shake, and it looked like the apprentice was looking right into his eyes. “We’ll make sure to let everyone else know. It isn’t our problem right now. C’mon, Skypaw.” The apprentice, Skypaw apparently, gave the blood around the den one last look and wondered off with his mentor. Phew, that was close! It’s a good thing my mentor isn’t the only one who doesn’t listen to a thing I say!
After waiting for the pair of enemy cats to leave, he left the den, grabbed both of his squirrels and met back up with Petalpaw at their meeting point. Unfortunately, she was empty pawed. Dawnpaw felt bad for her, especially since his idea did turn out to be dangerous. But at the end of the day, he brought back prey. Dawnpaw- Picks burrs from Hopbramble’s pelt Today was surely an exciting day, but Dawnpaw was just glad to be back in camp, away from danger. Hopefully no one would find out about his escapade. He just had to act natural, not draw attention to himself. He just worked hard on his assessment, that’s why he was tired! However, he wouldn’t be the most intriguing cat in camp for long, as Hopbramble and Pondspeckle returned to camp, being joined by a new cat. A solid ginger tom, with sage green eyes… Was.. was Dawnpaw dreaming? That cat looked almost exactly like his left half. Like… his father..? But… no… his father was dead… killed in battle. And plus, he was cream, not ginger, like the newcomer. Yea, this must be a strange coincidence! His eyes… did look the same as his left eye, and he did come back to camp with his mother… It might be someone related to his father… Hopbramble walked up to him, and Dawnpaw was relieved. Surely his mother would tell him if this new cat was important, his mother would never lie to him! If she didn’t mention anything about him, he must be one big coincidence. “Sure thing mom!” He said as he started to pick the burrs from her pelt. There were quite a few on her back, was she in a fight? The newcomer looked bloody… He started to look in the direction on the leaders den, where he went. No, Hopbramble hadn’t mentioned him. He was unimportant to Dawnpaw’s life. “The assessment went well. For me at least. I caught two squirrels, sadly Petalpaw didn’t catch anything.” He relayed the last line with slight guilt. He left her behind. It was his fault she didn’t catch anything. “Im worried for her, but I know she’s trying her best… Do you think we’ll be made warriors at the same time as the others?” Tagging grimmreminder lemonshortbread |
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Post by Dew on Aug 21, 2024 10:22:35 GMT -5
Whisperingpaw Admires Puddlepaw's confidence (++) || with names This was her third moon in the medicine den, and is was so frustrating! All of her siblings came and talked to her about their training and how it was going, while she was stuck here. At this rate I won't ever be a warrior! She knew that leafbare was hard, but why couldn't Shadepatch cure a simple case of whitecough?! Why wasn't she better already? Why were her siblings succeeding without her?! Whisperingpaw knew it was possible that they could be made warriors without her, and she really didn't want that to happen. Then she would be in the apprentices den with all of the new kits! Not that she didn't like them, but that was a lot of cats in one small den.
Whisperingpaw was allowed outside of the medicine den from time, but she wasn't allowed to go far and she wasn't allowed out for long. Shadepatch and Flashpaw had told her that getting too cold could get her even more sick, and staying around other cats for a long period of time could get them sick too.
It was during one of these times when she saw Puddlepaw, Yewclan's newest warrior apprentice. She hadn't spoken to him much at all, but she knew he was Scarletdrift's son. He was walking with a step that Whisperingpaw knew all too well, mimicking her own most of the time. She was known to be very confident, and she admired how Puddlepaw seemed to be too. He was walking back into camp with his mentor, Heavy, and Mistleheart, but they had no prey. She couldn't help but notice how low the fresh-kill pile had gotten during the leafbare, and how hard it seemed to find prey. Despite this, Puddlepaw didn't look defeated. Well, he does have the clan deputy as a mentor.
Her mentor was Hazelpelt, one of the senior warriors. Whisperingpaw did like Hazelpelt, even if she didn't know her mentor all that well, considering they had only been on one patrol together. I just want to get better. Please StarClan, let me get better.  [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by Sand on Aug 21, 2024 16:32:35 GMT -5
 Spottedfur :
- moves on from grieving over Stormmask's death
- is noticeably distracted while Monarchpaw talks to him
- gives Pondspeckle a genuine compliment
For the first time in many moons, Spottedfur got up at dawn. He stood in the entrance of the elders' den before letting out a heavy sigh. He knew that Stormmask was watching him from StarClan. He knew his daughter had excelled at so many things, made him proud each day and yet… he knew well enough that she wouldn't want him to grieve this long. It was suffocating him, but he knew that Stormmask wouldn't want him to suffer any longer. To grieve day in and day out was ludicrous. He would always love her as much as he could. Spottedfur knew that one day he too would join Stormmask in StarClan, but it wasn't his time just yet. For you, Stormmask, I'll move on. I know you wouldn't want me to be curled up in my nest forever, he thought as he slowly made his way out of the den.
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Something about Pondspeckle looked different to Spottedfur, but he couldn't figure it out just yet. He stared attentively at the warrior as Monarchpaw spoke to him. He wasn't sure what the young apprentice was going on about, but he certainly didn't care. His focus was elsewhere and by the looks of it, he was visibly distracted. His gaze wandered, stopping to catch glances at each of his clanmates. How much has changed around here? he wondered, noticing new things about his clanmates and their home.
When he heard a loud thump, the silver speckled tom shook his head. It was Monarchpaw who was thumping her paws loudly against the cold ground. "What?!" he grumbled as his silver gaze finally settled on Monarchpaw.
"You weren't listening!" she whined before rolling her blue eyes at the elder.
"I have better things to do with my day, Monarchpaw," Spottedfur told the apprentice before getting to his paws, leaving her alone.
Pondspeckle, where are you? he wondered as he searched the camp for the grey tom. His new green bow glistened in the sun, where it looked like he had been basking. Spottedfur approached him, admiring the bow once more. "That bow suits you well, Pondspeckle," he complimented him with a soft smile.
[ tags: stormshade1 ]
 Monarchpaw :
- hunting patrol with Cinderdapple & Slatefoot
- smiles cheekily at Dawnpaw
- challenges Hayfeather to a spar
Whilst out on a morning hunting patrol, Monarchpaw stayed close to Cinderdapple and Slatefoot. With Heavy having the warriors and apprentices doing extra patrols in the frigid, snowy weather, she wasn't really enjoying it. Why did Dapplestar and Whorldusk get to stay curled up in their nests while the rest of the clan worked harder each day? She didn't understand it, but at least they were getting things done. What more could a clan cat ask for?
As they padded alongside each other, her thoughts didn't bother to wander. The dark grey classic tabby kept her gaze peeled, scouring the forest for any prey. That's when it hit her– the fresh scent of a mouse was closer than Monarchpaw had originally expected. Her bright blue eyes widened as her demeanor quickly changed. The apprentice lowered her small frame to the forest floor, making sure her belly and tail weren't touching it. She wriggled her haunches briefly before stalking off, confident that the mouse would be hers soon enough.
The pale brown mouse was, oddly enough, out in the open. It sat not too far from a dead shrub that had no leaves, let alone any strong branches. Monarchpaw narrowed her eyes before stalking forward, wiggling her haunches once more. She then leapt forward, a powerful burst coming from her back legs. The apprentice landed squarely on the mouse as she leaned down and bit down on its neckbone. "Gotcha, little mouse!" she proclaimed with a confident grin. She turned towards her clanmates with the mouse in her jaws. "Cinderdapple, Slatefoot! Some cat's going to eat really well tonight!"
~ Monarchpaw padded into camp when she noticed her brother, Dawnpaw. She gave her littermate a cheeky grin, carrying the mouse from her most recent patrol. She hurried over to the fresh kill pile, glancing at it momentarily as she realized it was low. It wasn't a good sign for YewClan, but she knew her catch was one more meal for one of her clanmates.
As the dark grey tabby trotted away from the fresh kill pile, she spotted Hayfeather. A childish yet arrogant idea came to mind and she quickly made her way over to the grey tabby cat. "Hayfeather! I challenge you to a spar," she told the warrior with a smug smirk. Her paws began to twitch with excitement. "So, what do you say? Will you spar against me?" [ tags: Feathertalon , lemonshortbread , whispering ] |
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 21, 2024 21:08:05 GMT -5
The moment Flax had been shooed away into Dapplestar's den but just before Hopbramble could take off, her ears swiveled to Pondspeckle's question. She whipped her around to face him, blue eyes shifting to detect if any of her kits were nearby before speaking. She never wanted to give them a reason to suspect any part of who they are or where they come from.
Bringing Flax back had shaken something inside of her. Hopbramble was not used to her past catching up to her, but it was bound to happen when the rogues were so close. She ought to leave, head farther south, but that would mean leaving her kits behind. There was no way she could rip them away from everything they've ever known yet. Although she was getting closer to snapping that cord with each moon, would they even listen and follow her? Her face contorted in a glare towards the gray tom, "I would treat any intruder the same. There's no reason for anyone to come near YewClan - especially the rogues." she meowed crossly. Which was true, Hopbramble could definitely learn to manage her temper but its her temper and quick responses that have kept her alive thus far. "We crossed paths moons ago. He's just lucky I know he's a healer in some capacity. I wouldn't have let him make it back over the border otherwise." She mewed, avoiding straightforward answers, leaving the rest to her clanmate's imagination - both how she knows Flax and what she was capable of. Perhaps Pondspeckle would reconsider prying next time.
She turned her back on him quickly, tail flicking with annoyance and anxiety as the world seemed to be caving in on her. Dawnpaw was in camp now though, he would distract her from this mess.
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Hopbramble had noticed Dawnpaw's gaze flicker between her, Pondspeckle, and Dapplestar's den. He had most certainly seen the newcomer. It was strange he did not ask about Flax, but it was better if he had not. Now though, does she tell him anything? Certainly not the truth, but then what - a warning? The dark molly felt her heart beat faster now with anticipation, like this entire forest of lies she had built to both YewClan and her family was going to go up in flames eventually, that Flax was just the kindling. She pushed these thoughts aside though to try and focus on her son's update over his assessment.
To say she was proud of him was an understatement, but the news about Petalpaw concerned her. Two of her daughters would probably be held back from being warriors - at least they had one another. She paused the grooming of her paws and brushed Dawnpaw's flank with her dark tabby tail in comfort. "That's wonderful news, Dawnpaw! I can't wait to try one of your squirrels later. I'm glad you care about your sister and her progress though. I'm worried too, but I do know that even if she's held back, she's a determined young molly. Every cat has their own path, and it's okay if she doesn't get her warrior name at the same time as your other littermates. She will eventually, just be there to support her along the way." A warm glow in her eyes as she looked on her son with admiration. He was already working on overcoming his insecurities and confidence despite Frozenlaurel's methods...
Her blue eyes grew serious now, staring into his green and blue ones with graveness. She needed to say something about Flax. "I saw you noticed the newcomer, Flax. He may be one of our healers. Be careful around him, Dawnpaw. He was one of the northern rogues so don't get too close to him if he stays, okay? I don't trust him, healer or not. Healers can be cruel too." Perhaps fear would keep Dawnpaw from talking to Flax or at least, believing anything Flax had to say. Should Flax stay, he would certainly get a...talk...too.
[OOC: sorry if it seems choppy, just adding to the conversation with pondspeckle before going back to the present w/ dawnpaw]
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Post by Dew on Aug 22, 2024 16:39:43 GMT -5
Whisperingpaw Recovers from whitecough & Is busy mastering a new technique || with names Whisperingpaw had been stuck in the medicine den for almost four moons, and so coughing and sputtering was pretty much normal for her now. But this morning, she knew that something was different. When she had woken up, there was no tickle in her throat and her nose was was not stuffy. Whisperingpaw had ran over to Shadepatch and asked, who had confirmed what she was thinking, yes she was free of whitecough at last.
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Whisperingpaw had so much to learn if she wanted to catch up with her siblings! She had only had one moon of training, while they had had four. She really didn't want to fall behind and risk having her ceremony alone, without her siblings. It doesn't matter! I WILL catch up!
Hazelpelt wanted her to catch up too, and her days had been busy. She spent lots of time out training and hunting, but there was one move she wanted to work on. Hazelpelt had taught it to her yesterday, and she hadn't quite mastered it yet.
Making her way to a corner of the camp so she could work in peace, she made sure her paws were right and and lunge forward, pretending to slash the belly of an opponent. She managed to do it without falling over, and she finished with a smile on her face. Whipseringpaw, her thoughts turning back to Hazelpelt, tried it a few more times before stopping, heading back to the main clearing of Yewclan's camp.
@tag [[ I'm so happy she's better now! I do feel bad for her since she probably won't be made a warrior with her littermates, (and might even become a warrior with Puddlepaw depending on how close their experience is) which will be very upsetting for her! ]] |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 22, 2024 19:12:39 GMT -5
Seedpaw »
with pondspeckle - stormshade1
& startled by a squirrel
Being an apprentice was a lot more exhausting than Seedpaw had expected.
The young tom’s jaws parted wide open as he followed after Pondspeckle, his new mentor assigned to train Seedpaw. While eager to please his mentor and show that he was ready to train and become a warrior for his Clan in the next few seasons, Seedpaw’s gait was slow and stumbling. No matter how hard he stepped down in an attempt to jolt him back to reality, his eyes remained heavy and sagged. Sleeping had never been an issue for him, not until he had moved into the apprentices’ den. Seedpaw missed the comfort of the nursery, how it quieted and turned silent once the sun went down. A gentle hush had fallen over the nursery once night fell, making it easy for any cat to fall asleep, but in the apprentices’ den… Night seemed to make his new denmates quite chatty, the older apprentices determined to stay up late into the night and talk about their training sessions or even practice battle moves they had learned that day. Seedpaw admired their dedication to graduate from ‘paws to warriors, but he would like to get a decent night of sleep.
Had Seedpaw been alert and more awake he would have noticed the fluffy tail of the squirrel nearby. He jumped, startled when the creature let out a shrill cry and scurried away, up high into a nearby tree. Seedpaw flushed, embarrassment grabbing ahold of him as he cast a tired yet sheepish gaze toward his mentor. Had Pondspeckle asked him to try and catch the squirrel? Seedpaw shuffled his paws. ”Sorry,” he mumbled, disappointed in himself. Had he been more awake then perhaps he could have caught his first piece of prey! Was Pondspeckle had at him? Would he want to ask Dapplestar to give him a better apprentice? Maybe if he was honest about why he messed up then perhaps Pondspeckle would understand.
So that’s what he did.
Voice starting low, he admitted, ”I…I haven’t been sleeping too well since becoming an apprentice. It’s just, uh, well, it’s louder in there at night. I’m trying to sleep when the older apprentices are wanting to talk and train! It’s just…not easy.” A sigh slipped off his tongue, shoulders slumping, tail drooping. Seedpaw felt bad for complaining already, but it was the truth! He couldn’t sleep well there! ”I’m…I’m open to any suggestions, Pondspeckle, if you, um, have any,” he mewed, looking to his mentor hopefully. Maybe the older tom had ways to ignore the noise and drift off into sleep. Pondspeckle had once lived inside that den, so surely he had some advice to give. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 22, 2024 19:38:04 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
takes foxclove out to see the early blooms - Dew
"Psst, Foxclove, I want to show you something."
Slatefoot kept her voice as quiet as she could, leaning close to her former apprentice to whisper into the younger molly's ear. Newleaf had finally arrived, and with prey returning and the weather warming, Slatefoot wanted to get out and do something. She wanted to enjoy the weather and stretch her legs - even if she had been participating on patrols for the past moon, her entire body thrummed with pent up energy that needed to get out. And what better way to get it out than to spend some time with the cat she had been blessed to call her apprentice?
Managing to persuade Foxclove to tag along, the two mollies headed out of camp and into the forest that was slowly recovering from the harsh snows and nipping frosts that had been leaf-bare. The season had been particularly harsh, one of the harsher leaf-bares Slatefoot had experienced. While sickness had not taken any of her Clanmates, the season itself had stolen Coppersplash from YewClan, blanketing the camp with a solemn atmosphere. Rogues had become a problem as well, cats of Hopbramble's old group patrolling near the borders and stirring up tension within the cats of YewClan. Slatefoot lashed her tail as she walked; if those rogues dared to try and hurt any of her Clanmates, they had another thing coming! She would fight tooth and claw for the safety of her Clanmates.
But worrying about all that was not what she had intended on today. No, she wanted to honor Bubblingheart by doing something he had taught her a long time ago, back when she had been a mere 'paw. And what better way to honor that lesson than by taking out her old mentor's daughter? The daughter he had entrusted to Slatefoot to train.
Slatefoot didn't take them just too far from camp. They remained on the ridge, Slatefoot stopping as they came to an elevated patch of land where thick-trunked trees watched guard and undergrowth becoming plump once again stood on watch. Slatefoot nudged Foxclove, gesturing with a nod toward a lone yew tree already turning yellow with buds. "Isn't it pretty?" She asked softly, a smile tugging at her lips. "Bubblingheart showed me this tree before, a long time ago." Even if it had felt like only yesterday to Slatefoot, she knew that it had been seasons since she had been an apprentice. Seasons since Bubblingheart had taken her out of camp for training lessons and deep heart-to-hearts. But she would never forget those moments. She would never forget how the orange smoke tom had remained a close friend to her even after she had graduated into warriorhood. Their bond had remained strong throughout the moons, and Slatefoot yearned for the same relationship she had with Bubblingheart to be transferred over to Foxclove. "He brought me here when Thrushfleck became a warrior before I did, and a second time when Brightleaf was named a warrior before me. I was upset, but he taught me that good things happen in time and that we just need a little bit of patience. I didn't understand that lesson completely back then, but now I do. I still wish for things to happen, but I've learned to wait for them, because if we wait, beautiful things can blossom, just like this tree." The rosette-splashed warrior blinked slowly at Foxclove before looking back toward the yew tree, how it brightened the greenery with its budding color of yellow. Her smile grew.
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 23, 2024 2:06:03 GMT -5
 GINGERPAW
Stomachache. - apprenticed to Whorldusk! - x
Gingerpaw woke up, looking around the apprentice's den with wide excited eyes. They were finally out of the nursery! He could almost jump for joy, tempted to shake Seedpaw and Ravenpaw so they could celebrate together. But that wouldn't be very mature, Gingerpaw licked down the excited fluff of his fur, fighting for a cool, unaffected look (unsuccessfully). There were rules he had to follow now, and a mentor. He didn't know Whorldusk all that well, but Shadepatch had told him the warrior had been the son of the previous leader. If anyone would teach Gingerpaw how to be the best warrior he could be, it would be him! Too excited to stay seated, he picked his way out of the apprentice's den. It was pretty early, the camp center was more or less empty. When would Whorldusk wake up? Just laying around would be boring... and he couldn't leave on his own yet. The ginger-speckled apprentice's eyes landed on the nearly depleted fresh-kill pile. Maybe if he ate now, Whorldusk could take him out to train even faster. He approached the pile, biting back a grimace when a leftover mouse's scent hit his nose. Was it bad? It didn't look bad, just a little scrawny. A warrior couldn't take any piece of prey for granted- weird smelling mice included! Gingerpaw picked up the stinky mouse, dragging it over to the side and tucking in. It didn't taste bad either. Maybe it had just ran through something gross before it died. Determined, he finished off the piece of prey quickly and sat back up with a lick of his chops. Now it shouldn't be too long before Whorldusk woke, and they could head off. With a pep in his step, he settled down a few tail-lengths away from the camp entrance. Excitedly waiting for his mentor's head to poke out of the warrior's den. His meal sat heavily in the pit of his stomach, filling him from tail to tip with... Gingerpaw squinted. Was prey supposed to make it gurgle like that? Oh no. |
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Post by Dew on Aug 23, 2024 8:14:40 GMT -5
Scarletdrift - Tells Monarchpaw about his days as an apprentice (++)
- Reminds Lightkit to grab him something from the pile (++) || with Monarchpaw, Lightkit
Scarletdrift was happy that most of the clan had recovered from the death of Bubblingheart (it was about time) and that Spottedfur was finally feeling better from the shock of Stormmask's death. Scarletdrift had given his friend time, he knew the pain of losing a kit, some cat you really should surepass in life, and he knew how much it hurt.
At this given moment in time, Scarletdrift was lounging outside his den, his pelt soaking up the newleaf sunshine. It had been raining on and off for days now, as it did most newleafs, and right one was one of those rare moments where they sky was clear. At least I'm an elder now and can stay in my den when it's wet! Oh how Scarletdrift hated the rain.
It was now that one of Mistleheart's kits walked past, and Scarletdrift racked his brain for the kits name. Lightkit! "Hey Lightkit, why don't you grab something for me from the fresh-kill pile?" He asked, and watched as the kit nodded and wobbled away. Hopefully they remember!
Lightkit did, in fact remember, and Scarletdrift enjoyed a small mouse by himself. It wasn't the plumpest and the fresh-kill pile was not yet fully restocked, but they were getting there. Soon the pile would be overflowing with plump, delicious prey.
Looking up from the scraps of his meal, he spotted Monarchpaw heading towards them, and he waved his tail towards her. She made her way over, and they stared at each other for a few seconds before he spoke. "You remind me a lot of how I was like when I was an apprentice y'know?"
"I was a focused young cat and I loved to learn about battle moves and strategies. Maybe this was why we mostly focused on hunting, but it didn't matter! Whenever we did battle training I soaked it all up, and when I became a warrior I was one of the best fighters in the clan. Still am probably." Scarletdrift winked at Monarchpaw, giving her a grin. This last statment probably wasn't true, he hadn't practiced in moons, seeing no reason too. During leafbare most clans focused on finding prey for their own clans and Yewclan was on pretty good terms with all the other clans.
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Post by Dew on Aug 23, 2024 8:38:32 GMT -5
Foxclove Goes out to see the early blossoms & Approves of Hazelpelt's recent efforts (+) || with Slatefoot Foxclove hadn't seemed to have much time to herself anymore, or much time with other cats in general. Petalpaw occupied her thoughts, everyday. She hoped she was doing a good job, and that Petalpaw wasn't falling behind. It had seemed she had gotten the grove of things at least, and Hopbramble hadn't given her a snide remarks in a few moons either, so she supposed that helped.
It was still early, the sun was just making it's way above the horizon, when Slatefoot appeared at her side. Her mentor had been out of it since her last moon of apprenticeship, first from heat exhaustion and then from her own father's death. Last moon Slatefoot had gone on her first patrol in what felt like moons. This moon Whorldusk had recovered from his grief as well, and had even gotten an apprentice! She was so excited for her brother, and hoped that if he needed help, he would go to her right away.
Slatefoot's invitation intrigued her, as well as time with her former mentor did, and she happily accepted. The two she-cats left camp, and Foxclove followed Slatefoot a little ways out of camp. Leafbare was finally over, but the tragedies of it would never be forgotten. Coppersplash had been killed from the cold out on patrol, and Whisperingpaw had been in the medicine for three moons. Foxclove had notcied how Hazelpelt, Whisperingpaw's mentor was working hard to try and catch Whisperingpaw up, and Foxclove hoped she succeeded. She knew what it was like to fall behind your littermates, and it didn't feel great. Coincidentally, so did Slatefoot.
The place where Foxclove was lead was not far from camp, an elevated Yew tree just started to blossom. "Isn't it pretty?" Slatefoot said to her, and Foxclove nodded. The ginger molly let out a purr, her eyes alighting at Slatefoot's explanation. "Bubblingheart showed this to you?" She whispered. Her father had showed Slatefoot this during her apprenticeship. Foxclove knew why her father hadn't shown it to her, it was leaf-fall when she had been training, and when he had died.
Foxclove thought about the words said, they hung in the air between the two mollies as they just stood there, watching the tree. It would only be like this for a short time each season cycle, and Foxclove knew she had to appreciate it. It's like it's Bubblingheart's last gift. Thank you Bubblingheart. "Thank you Slatefoot, for showing me." [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by asrise on Aug 23, 2024 9:02:13 GMT -5
 Gustkit Does his best impression of a rock With the arrival of newleaf, Gustkit had finally been able to go outside the nursery! He’d never remembered a time that everything had been so… green! He quickly set to playing around. Out here, I can take on anything! Like… this giant tree! Gustkit scrabbled up a bush, giggling as the leaves shook around him. I wonder if anyone will notice me up here… hey, I know! I’ll stay still as a rock, and no one will see me…
So he stayed there, up the bush, staying perfectly still as if he belonged there, little yellow eyes peeking through the branches. The warriors don’t seem to notice me! I must be very stealthy. His littermate Icekit then passed by, giving him a confused look. He nodded gently as if to tell her that he was fine. OOC --  |
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Post by polarized on Aug 23, 2024 10:12:06 GMT -5
 Wrenkit Crashes into Mistleheart, Wishes her pelt could shine like Gustkit’s {--} with Mistleheart, Gustkit Wrenkit woke up happily, it was finally newleaf! No longer was it the very cold leafbare, and now the clearing looked so green and warm! She jumped around happily, leaping on any dry leaves and sticks she could find. She didn’t even register she was jumping around the warriors, and she happily meowed to the new apprentices. Now, they were the only kits in the nursery. Wrenkit just couldn’t wait to be an apprentice! Then.. a warrior! She couldn’t wait to hunt her first prey, learn to fight and protect her clanmates and her mother! Wrenkit loved Mistleheart, she taught her games and told great stories! There was this one story about this cat called… Bubblingheart! Wrenkit was told that he was a great warrior and he was once even leader! Wrenkit couldn’t wait to become leader. She skipped around the clearing, until she saw Gustkit up a tree. “Woah!” She looked with amazement. “Can I climb too?” She purred happily, looking at Gustkit. She saw his shiny fur, and she wished her fur could shine like that! She leaped to try and climb up the bark, but instantly fell off, her claws not sharp enough to grip the wood. She pouted, then walked away angrily. I’m much better at swimming, anyways! She told herself.
Wrenkit was on her way back to the nursery, still in embarrassment, with her eyes closed. She yowled in surprise as she walked into a tall warrior, falling to the ground, rubbing her nose. She looked up to see her mother staring down at her. “Ow! My nose!” She huffed, standing up and shaking out her fur. She stared at Mistleheart. “Where are you going?” She tilted her head at the gray and white molly. [[ This kit just makes my day so much better lol ]]
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 23, 2024 10:29:03 GMT -5
About time... Cinderdapple thought to herself with some relief and cynicism as Dapplestar joined a border patrol for the first time in seasons. The gray and white molly was more than willing to move on and forget her lack of leadership though, there was no use arguing about the past. The early spring forest was cloaked in a damp mist, a light drizzle slipped from budding branches and pattered softly against the thawing snow as the small patrol trekked north. The air still had a crisp chill to it, luckily her thick pelt kept her body warm, but the air still bit at her black nose.
"I can't wait for some...dry weather." Cinderdapple sighed to Thrushfleck, shaking out her long pelt and trying to avoid sending droplets towards her former mentor. "How are you feeling with your kits being apprentices? I feel like they were just little balls of fluff yester-" an sudden, agonized wail pierced the calm through the fog. Instinctively, Cinderdapple froze, her tail bushed in fear and alarm - the entire forest was silent again. She had never heard such an desperate cry before and its source was north of them, but disturbingly close and through the familiar, dark woods that separated them from YewClan. It felt like her heart sank to her paws. Please don't be Drizzlemimic! The gray and white warrior thought desperately, the weight of her anxiety made her white paws feel like boulders.
Cinderdapple exchanged nervous glances between Dapplestar and Thrushfleck, swallowing her nervousness she finally broke the quiet, "We can't ignore that." The shakiness in her breath revealed her nervousness, but she had to be brave. Maybe there was still hope for whoever was out there. The patrol slowly made its way towards the source. Cinderdapple's fur was spiked along her spine, her green eyes round in expecting a confrontation or a horrifying scene.
"N-No! Please!" The voice rang - hauntingly clear and close to the patrol. Then there was wailing, weaker this time, fading into a last mournful cry for help.
Then silence.
The fog thickened as the patrol continued, like tendrils wrapping around the tall pines. The smell of death hit Cinderdapple with a jolt. A dark, distinctive smell, one that could not be mistaken. The sharp scent of rogue also filled her nose and clung to the air around them. The scents led them to a small clearing and in the center, laying crumpled in the damp earth was a lifeless gray tom. His fur was matted with mud, deep claw marks scored his flanks and his limbs were sprawled awkwardly, as though he made a last attempt to flee and fight off his attacker. His yellow eyes were open but stared blankly into fog. The wound on his neck - teeth marks - still bled into the earth below. Cream colored tufts of fur were stuck between his claws.
"...He's not one of ours." Cinderdapple spoke finally. "But they wanted us to find him."
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Post by Sand on Aug 23, 2024 11:08:01 GMT -5
Spottedfur : - got lost looking for a certain grove
- slips on a rock, but falls on his feet in a show of dexterity
- complains that Hopbramble is bringing trouble (---)
- lets Amberpaw complain to him, hoping he'll feel heard (+++)
While looking for a certain grove in YewClan's large territory, Spottedfur found himself lost. He couldn't remember where the grove was anymore and it was bizarre. It used to be rare when the old tom got lost, but now it was more common for him to become astray. As he padded recklessly through the forest, he felt his paws slip on a dark rock– the elder leaned forward, falling onto his paws. Oof. That was a close one, he thought with a sigh. It was time to head back home.
On his walk home, Spottedfur couldn't help but think about Hopbramble and Flax. Even though Flax was new to the clan and pleaded for shelter, he didn't trust the new medicine cat. A part of him wondered if Hopbramble knew him since she was a former rogue– could they have crossed paths before? It seemed possible, but he had a thought that the warrior had brought trouble to YewClan. Had she never joined their clan, things would be much easier. Instead, the former rogue had invited herself into their ranks and was causing trouble among their clanmates. She had fought with a rogue a few moons ago, causing her to become injured. Did trouble attract her wherever she went? With the amount of cats that YewClan had, the silver speckled tom didn't want to think of more trouble that could come their way– all because of Hopbramble.
Once back home, he sat beside the fresh kill pile, staring at it with concern. It was low again and Spottedfur pondered if he should have hunted for his clanmates. Even though he was an elder, it felt wrong to return to camp with no prey. He then looked up, noticing the familiar pelt of Amberpaw. He remembered the apprentice had a headache last moon and couldn't train. Maybe he was doing better now or so the elder hoped.
"Amberpaw, how are you doing? Is your headache gone?" he asked, tapping his tail against the grass gently.
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Monarchpaw : - moss patrol with Amberpaw
- challenges Gustkit to a spar
Monarchpaw was with Amberpaw for the day, a much needed break that she needed from Cinderdapple. She had grown a bit frustrated with her mentor in recent moons, but she wasn't going to complain. Her littermate, Whisperingpaw, hadn't trained in three moons! She couldn't imagine what it was like to stay curled up in a nest while fighting off whitecough. Even Amberpaw had experienced a headache which sounded terrible, but he was fine now as far as the dark tabby knew. She just hoped it would never happen again to any of her family members.
As she padded alongside her brother, Monarchpaw hummed quietly as she hoped to break the comfortable silence. "How's training been lately, Amberpaw?" she asked as her gaze settled on the tom before she noticed that they were near a tree that had plenty of moss on it.
Perfect! the dark classic tabby thought, hurrying over to the tree. She had been taught by Cinderdapple on how to gather moss, so it wouldn't be a hard task. She started at the trunk of the tree as she carefully removed the moss from the tall tree. She and Amberpaw could gather enough for several new nests which made her feel proud.
Just like last moon, Monarchpaw found herself approaching another cat to ask a childish question once more. This time it was Gustkit, who didn't seem busy to her. "Hey, Gustkit! Wanna spar against me?" she challenged the kit with a glint of determination in her blue eyes.
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Post by Sand on Aug 23, 2024 11:18:26 GMT -5
Monarchpaw : - talking to Scarletdrift
Monarchpaw had joined Scarletdrift after resting from a long day of training. She sat before the elder, curious about what he wanted to say. The dark grey tabby's tail lashed with interest, listening to the elder as he spoke about his days as an apprentice. I wonder how long ago that was? she thought before her jaw gaped open. One of the best fighters in the clan?! She was talking to a tom with seniority, skills that she was determined to develop. She wanted to be the best at fighting and hunting just like Scarletdrift!
"Really?! What battle move is your favorite, Scarletdrift? And when you'd hunt, what was your favorite prey to catch?" Monarchpaw asked, eyes growing big. A question came to her mind, so she blurted it out. "What was the most dangerous thing you did as an apprentice?"
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Post by whispering on Aug 23, 2024 12:11:11 GMT -5
Hayfeather
Tells himself that he can't let his feelings consume him + temptation
mentions mistleheart, drizzlemimic, frozenlaurel Sapphirejas chocolatemilk7 Brownie
Newleaf was here at last. The chill of leaf-bare was finally lifting, giving way to new life and beginnings. And with it, Hayfeather would leave his grief. He'd mourned long enough for their beloved leader. But he could not hold on to his misery forever. Death was a natural part of life. And Hayfeather would have to learn to live with it. It wouldn't be the first or last time YewClan experienced loss. So, the gray tom awoke with new conviction in his heart, feeling lighter than he had in moons. He mewed a quick hello to his father and Shadepatch before leaving to start his day.
The sokoke cat breathed in the tantalizing scents of spring as he trod after Mistleheart, Drizzlemimic beside him. Love swelled inside him at the sight of the gray and white tom. He'd stuck beside Hayfeather and supported him this whole time. Not because he had to but because he'd wanted to. Hayfeather couldn't imagine having a better cat as a mate.
Purring, Hayfeather gave Drizzlemimic a playful nudge before scampering ahead before the tom could retaliate. He laughed, "Bet you can't catch me!" The weather felt so nice; the sun shone brighter and warmer than the past few days, birdsong echoing around them, and prey scent carrying on the wind. Although the rainy gloom made the ground sticky and the air damp, it made the tom feel as happy as a kit to know that soon every day would be as sunny as this one, and there was nothing more he wanted to do than run around with his love. But Mistleheart was leading this patrol. How would the molly feel if they'd run off and left her to finish the patrol alone?
His pelt burned in embarrassment as he slowed from running, clearing his throat to signal for Drizzlemimic to do the same. "We should hunt first," He cleared his throat. They could spend time and enjoy the weather later. The three went on to have a bountiful patrol, returning to camp with plenty to share.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 23, 2024 19:58:25 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
Slatefoot didn’t mean to fall asleep in the nursery last night. She had had every intention of returning to her nest in the warriors’ den, but she had been more tired than she liked to admit. After so many moons of not going on patrols due to the stone of grief in her heart, the rosetted warrior had become rusty. Muscles that she had sharpened over seasons of training and being a warrior had dulled, leaving her sore and more tired than she recalled ever being before Bubblingheart’s death. All it took was her laying next to Mistleheart in the nursery, chatting with her friend and helping her watch her kits, and then the next thing she knew, her eyes had fallen heavy, slowly closing further and further until sleep had carried her away.
It wasn’t until muffled whimpers and heavy shudders going on beside her that Slatefoot snapped awake, realizing that she had even fallen asleep.
A moment was needed for the molly to even realize where she was and who she was sleeping next to - the scent of milk and the nostalgic warmth of the nursery was confusing to wake up to. It had been many a season since she had last fallen asleep in this particular den, but those were thoughts for another time. Knowing where she was and who she was with, Slatefoot immediately jumped into action.
Truth be told, she expected to find one of Mistleheart’s kits fidgeting around in their sleep, trapped by some nightmare, but Slatefoot was shocked to see who the nightmare was actually coming from.
Her heart constricted, worry sparking her gaze. ”Mistleheart? Mistleheart, hey, it’s okay, I’m right here,” she breathed, leaning forward to nudge against the mostly white queen, tongue rasping between her friend’s ears. ”Everything’s okay, I promise.” All four of Mistleheart’s kits were curled in tight balls of fluff, sleeping the morning away. Just outside the nursery Slatefoot could hear the beginning rustles of cats waking up to divide into their assigned patrols for the day. All was as it should be. There was nothing for Mistleheart to fret about, and yet… Slatefoot frowned. Something had to be troubling her friend if she was having a nightmare about it. The charcoal and white molly pressed her nose against Mistleheart’s cheek. ”If something’s on your mind, I’m here,” she murmured softly. Slatefoot had come to understand that nothing may ever happen between her and Mistleheart. She was beginning to understand that her friend may never feel the same way that Slatefoot felt about her, but for all the love she held for Mistleheart, it would hurt Slatefoot more to remain bitter and upset than for her to simply be a friend. In a perfect world the two would be mates, but perfect worlds rarely existed, and Slatefoot was finding it easier to realize that Mistleheart may just never feel the same way.
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Post by tigersdoroar on Aug 23, 2024 22:55:27 GMT -5
Amberpaw ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ * Talks with Ravenpaw and Drizzlemimic
* Recovers from his headache
* Doesn't understand how Whisperingpaw got so good at hunting despite being sick all season
* Is batting at his own tail
* Complains to Spottedfur
Amberpaw woke from his nap with a start, his ears burning with what felt like the blow of an angry she-cat's claws as she defended her kits. Had that been what he had been dreaming about? The tortoiseshell tom closed his gold eyes, searching for a memory of his dream, but found nothing but lingering fear. He padded out of the apprentice's den, congratulating Ravenpaw on his new apprenticeship and chatting with Drizzlemimic on his way to the freshkill pile. Amberpaw and his mentor had been getting along better, but their personalities still didn't quite fit together as well as Amberpaw had hoped they would.
Amberpaw batted a small bird out of the prey pile and stared at it blankly. These past few moons had been a blur, and everything between being scolded for trying to sneak Seedkit out of camp a few moons ago to spending time recovering from last moon's energy-sapping headache in the medicine cat's den had left him feeling slightly overwhelmed. The young tom turned the bird over, examining it for a good area to eat, but not looking all too closely in reality. His thoughts drifted to Whisperingpaw. Somehow, his sister had spent the entire leafbare sick with whitecough, but it seemed as though she had advanced farther than him in her hunting skills.
Did my headache really set me back that far? Amberpaw thought, pelt prickling with anxiety. He didn't like falling behind, and he certainly didn't like falling behind somebody else who was already behind, even if it was his own sister. Amberpaw wrinkled his nose and puffed out his tail in slight jealously, but shook the feeling off once he remembered how determined Whisperingpaw could be. Amberpaw was perterbed, but he wouldn't blame it on his sister. He batted the fur back down on his tail with a paw, and jumped when he heard the gruff mew of an elder by his side.
"Amberpaw, how are you doing? Is your headache gone?" Spottedfur asked.
Amberpaw smiled, happy that the world had brought him someone to confide in.
"Good afternoon Spottedfur! Nice to see you!" Amberpaw dipped his head respectfully and continued, "I am doing well, and the headache has all but disappeared. Time in the medicine cat den has served me well! Although, I can't help but feel that I might be falling behind in my training... especially with my hunting skills. I think Drizzlemimic has been trying his best to train me, and I know other cat's think highly of me after I found prey in the abandoned twoleg nest, but ever since last moon I feel as through Whisperingpaw has been catching twice the amount of prey that I have. I'm proud that she can do her duty and finally provide for the clan, but I can't help but fear that maybe my headache has set me back somehow? I can't seem to ever think straight anymore..." The mottled tomcat trailed off, subconsciously touching his ears where the harsh feelings of his dreams still lingered.
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* Moss Patrol with Monarchpaw
Later that evening, Amberpaw joined his other sibling on a journey to gather moss for the clan. He found comfort in her humming, his brain still swarming with thoughts that only seemed to grow more and more unsettled as time passed.
Monarchpaw broke his thoughts with a question, "How's training been lately, Amberpaw?"
The tom felt the weight of his secrets on his shoulders. He hadn't told Spottedfur about his dreams earlier in the day, but perhaps Monarchpaw was his second chance to get his worries out? Amberpaw sighed.
"Monarchpaw... I'm honestly not sure. None of my apprenticeship has been what I thought it would be. I feel like I've been falling behind in my hunting skills, and battle training? I've never been able to learn anything useful with the weather we've been having! Additionally things have been awkward between Drizzlemimic and I from the start, and we just can't seem to get through it. We get along these days, and I appreciate his guidance, but I feel as though we both just worry about the opinions of one another too much. I'm not sure how to fix that... we're too far in for us to start being open with one another..." The tom paused, gathering his thoughts. "Honestly I don't feel like I can share things with Drizzlemimic like I should be able to as his apprentice. And I-" Amberpaw paused again to gather moss in frustration. "Well lately I've just been having these really weird dreams and I don't know who to tell or what to do about it! I can't ever really remember my dreams, but I started getting them when I first got that headache. They come every night and it's like I'm constantly being attacked. It... it hurts and it usually wakes me up... I try to snuggle in your guys' nests when I'm really scared... I don't know what to do!"
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Post by Sapphirejas on Aug 24, 2024 1:50:19 GMT -5
 stormshade1 (Icekit) jaybun! (Gingerpaw) Feathertalon (Slatefoot) Mistleheart (Saw Icekit being rude -, argues with Gingerpaw in front of the camp --, Is eavesdropping on Ravenpaw, and is comforted by her friend Slatefoot.) The nursey was left empty with Mistleheart being the only queen in there, after Shadepatch left to return to the healer's den after her three kits became apprentices. As Mistleheart woke up from her sleep in the nursery, she saw her daughter Icekit walk up to her. Misteheart was having nightmares in her sleep about losing her beloved kits! She suddenly said some rude things to her before walking away! This made her blood boil, and she puffed out her fluffy white fur in anger. She stomped out of the nursery to take some time out. Suddenly, Mistleheart saw the newly apprenticed Gingerpaw with his mentor, Whorldusk refusing to do his Clan duties! This made Mistleheart even more angry. She wanted to rake at him for not doing his duties! But she knew she can't because that would be breaking the Warrior Code. Instead, she stomped to face the apprentice. " GINGERPAW!!! You are supposed to DO YOUR CLAN DUTIES! " She yowled at him, not thinking how it would hurt Gingerpaw's feelings as she was so angry! The ginger apprentice argued back. " YES! YOU are a disgrace to the Clan if you don't help to KEEP THE PLACE TIDY!" Gingerpaw was visibly upset with Mistleheart, and when she realized what she have just did, her insides did a jolt and she stepped back in horror. " OH I'M SO SORRY GINGERPAW!!! " Mistleheart cried, then taking a deep breath. " I was so angry that I didn't consider your feelings and decide to take it out on you!" Mistleheart turned tail and ran to the healer's den and walked inside just to try to calm down, and take a look. The new healer, Flax was inside the den. Flax was a light ginger tom who was a former rogue. However, Shadepatch and her apprentice Flashpaw was out. " Shadepatch is probably out training Flashpaw on healer skills " Mistleheart peered at the other end of the side of the den. Ravenpaw, another new apprentice was fast asleep with his nose on his tail. He was sent to the healer's den after spraining his paw from his first training patrol. She eavesdropped him sleeping for a while, his paws twitching as he was catching something in his dreams. Just watching him calmed her down, and she was able to leave the healer's den feeling content with herself. Mistleheart decided to go back to the nursery to be with her kits. As she tensed up again as she scolded Icekit for her rudeness towards her, Slatefoot appeared in the nursery. Mistleheart's heart was racing a bit again and she flattened her ears. Why is raising kits so hard?! thought Mistleheart irritably " Mistleheart? Mistleheart, hey, it's okay, I'm right here." Slatefoot breathed in Mistleheart's ear. " Everything's okay, I'm promise." Her word comforted the fluffy white queen. " If something's on your mind, I'm here." Slatefoot murmured. Mistleheart purred before speaking " It's just... You probably won't understand this very much because you aren't a mother... I'm worried about my kits. I'm worried about them enough that I keep getting nightmares of losing them! I can't imagine life without them! Also... It's so hard raising them! They keep getting themselves into trouble, and Icekit said something rude to me this morning that offended me!" Mistleheart embraced her friend, lay her head against her dark gray body, and started purring loudly in comfort.
whispering (Hayfeather) chocolatemilk7 (Drizzlemimic) Mistleheart (hunting patrol with Hayfeather and Drizzlemimic) With her head high thinking about her beloved four kits, Mistleheart travelled in the rain with the two lovebirds, Hayfetaher and Drizzlemimic to hunt. She knew thar the fresh-kill pile was low and need restocking immediately after the harsh leaf-bare. Even though the rain dampened her pelt, it didn't dampen her mood one bit. The cold leaf-bare was gone, replaced by the warm warn and wet newleaf. The snow was gone, but she didn't mind. Drizzlemimic was Mistleheart's apprentice, and now she was so proud of him, and the warrior that he has begun. She's happy that he has found love in Hayfeather, enough for the two toms to become mates. Though, she started daydreaming about the cat she was in a relationship with, Foxclove and spending more time with each other to get to know each one. Part-way to the hunting spot, Mistleheart caught Hayfeather in a conversation with Drizzlemimic about something. I wonder what they are talking about? She thought. " We should hunt first" Mistleheart overheard the warrior, Hayfeather's words. I wonder what they are doing afterwards. Mistleheart arrived to the hunting grounds of the forest with Hayfeather and Drizzlemimic. Parting ways to hunt, Mistleheart smelt squirrel. Using her nose, she followed the scent to find a squirrel chattering on a branch on a tree above her. Mistleheart leapt on the trunk of the tree, sprawling up with her claws until she was on the branch with the squirrel. The squirrel noticed the hunting cat and leapt onto the trunk of the nearest tree. Mistleheart jumped after the squirrel, as the creature climbed on another branch, preparing to leap again. But Mistleheart was too quick and pounced onto the squirrel from her position of the trunk. She bit into the creature's neck, and it went limp under her jaw. Mistleheart climbed down the trunk of the tree carrying the squirrel. And then once on the ground, she buried it in the soil to come back for it later after she hunted some more. She marked the location of the squirrel with a stick to make sure she doesn't lose it. At the end of the patrol, she was carrying a large mouthful of prey; two thrushes, a wren (Wrenkit's favourite prey), a couple of frogs that came out in the wet weather, and the squirrel that she caught first. Mistleheart came back to Hayfeather and Drizzlemimic, who were also carrying mouthfuls. But she and the two toms' mouths were too full to speak.
 jaybun! (Gingerpaw) lazzylake (Dapplestar) Whorldusk (Recovers from grief, gains an apprentice, and training patrol with Gingerpaw) Leaf-bare was finally over. And the coldness surrounding Whorldusk have disappeared. The snow have melted, bringing in warm weather and rain. Whorldusk took the rain as a sign from StarClan that Bubblingheart was with him, smiling at him. He wouldn't want his son to be sad and his death to ruin his life. He would want him to be happy and enjoying his life! Whorldusk will always remember him, but it was time to move on, focusing on his life instead. The darkness, which used to surround poor Whorldusk have finally gone away, bringing light and colours back into the young ginger tom's life. One sunrise, Dapplestar had called a Clan meeting, bringing him and the other Clan cats to gather under her on the Great Rock. She declared that it was time for Shadepatch and Thrushfleck's three kits, Ravenkit, Gingerkit and Seedkit to be apprenticed. Seedpaw was assigned to Pondspeckle, the gray flecked tom with a green collar, Ravenpaw was assigned to his own father, Thrushfleck which shocked him! What is Dapplestar is thinking?! She has bees in her brain! And then it was Gingerpaw's time to get a mentor. Whorldusk was very surprised when the leader looked into his aqua eyes. " Gingerpaw's mentor will be Whorldusk. Train him well Whorldusk and teach him everything you know" Whorldusk's heart skipped a beat. Him? To mentor Gingerpaw? What he did he do to deserve him? All he did was snap and lash out at other cats during his time of heavy grief! Maybe Dapplestar wants me to mentor Gingerpaw so that I can be happy and enjoy my life without my father! Thought Whorldusk, as he padded up to the white and dark ginger flecked apprentice to touch noses with him. He smiled a bit as he gazed into his yellow-green eyes. But then he remembered his sister, Foxclove also have an apprentice, and got one earlier than he did. " I will train you to become a great warrior like me, Gingerpaw. " Whorldusk mewed to his apprentice " You just need to train very hard and listen to my instructions." An hour after Shadepatch's kits apprentice ceremony, Gingerpaw came down with a stomachache. " Mouse-dung! Really?! JUST after his apprentice ceremony?! " Thought Whorldusk irritably as he asked his apprentice to come to his first training session. Then Gingerpaw complained about his stomachache, asking him if he can skip his training session. " No Gingerpaw. I know you are a bit sick, but you are still well enough for your first lesson! Follow me out of camp please. " But Gingerpaw protested, and after a while, Whorldusk gave up trying to get his apprentice to leave camp with him. He let out a sigh. " Ok... Gingerpaw, you can help out with me with Clan duties around camp, so you can take breaks when you need to. But only for today! I think you will be well enough to train with me outside of camp tomorrow though... "
 lazzylake (Dapplestar) grimmreminder (Thrushfleck) Ravenpaw (Apprentice ceremony!) When the call of the leader's voice rung through the camp, Ravenkit got up with a start. He knew what Dapplestar was calling for... It must be his apprentice ceremony! He will not be Ravenkit now, but Raven paw! Ravenkoit scurried with up to his littermates sitting in the group of the Clan cats with his heart beating very fast. And he waited for the his apprentice ceremony to begin. First, Ravenkit's brother, Seedkit came up to Dapplestar and was renamed and given to the speckled gray warrior Pondspeckle to train under. Then, it was his turn. Dapplestar called his name, allowing the young black tom to march excitedly up to her. " Ravenkit, from this day forth, until you receive your warrior name, you will be called Ravenpaw and will be apprenticed to Thrushfleck to train under. " The leader mewed. His father?! Ravenpaw was weirded out! Out of ALL cats that Dapplestar chosen, she chose his father train him! He could've gotten Mistleheart or Drizzlemimic! Ravenpaw had no choice but to go along with it. He padded up to the ginger and white tom who happened to be his father, and touched noses with him. He took a step back. " Dad, I will train very hard and become a great warrior! " Ravenpaw burst out, trying to avoid the weirdness of all of it. After him, Ravenpaw watched as his brother Gingerkit walk up to Dapplestar. He was renamed to Gingerpaw and was assigned to the ginger tom and the son of the late former leader, Bubblngheart, Whorldusk to train under. Ravenpaw couldn't help but feel jealous for him and Seedpaw's mentors! My brothers have much better mentors than me!
grimmreminder (Thrushfleck) jaybun! (Gingerpaw) Ravenpaw ( Self assigns himself on a patrol Sprains his paw in a training session, catches Gingerpaw rolling his eyes when Ravenpaw asks him for help -) Ravenpaw was very confident when he woke up in the crowded apprentice's den for the very first time, very early in the morning. It was so different than the nursery, with no queens and full of apprentices sleeping around him, with Hopbramble's five kits, and Puddlepaw. The healer, Flashpaw slept with the other two healers in the healer's den. With his heart pumping with excitement, Ravenpaw dashed out of the apprentice's den and ran into the warrior's den to wait up his new mentor... no.. his dad, Thrushfleck to beginning his training. Running in the warrior's den, he accidently bumped into several of the sleeping warriors, including Whorldusk. " Watch your step please, apprentice!" The young ginger tom growled " I'm trying to sleep!" " Sorry!" Ravenpaw apologised quickly before dashing away. He found his father sleeping peacefully in his nest. Very excited, Ravenpaw leapt on him and started pouncing on him! " I proudly assign myself and you on a training patrol!" Ravenpaw beamed with his black chest puffed up in pride. After Thrushfleck finally got up, Ravenpaw skipped excitedly before bumping into him playfully. " I'm ready dad! Show me what I need to learn!" With the sun just rising above the horizon, Thrushfleck took Ravenpaw into the forest for his first lesson. He then awaited his instructions with his black tail twitching with excitement. Ravenpaw's heart skipped a beat when he learn this training session will be about hunting crouches. Thrushfleck demonstrated Ravenpaw how to pounce, asking his apprentice and son to listen carefully. Ravenpaw watched carefully, with his tail twitching with excitement. Then, before his mentor and father he decided to try it for himself. I'll take one step further! thought Ravenpaw secretly. Ravenpaw started eying up on a stick ahead of him. He crouched low on the forest floor and wiggle his haunches. Looking very close at the stick, he leapt into the air. Thrushfleck only told him to practice his hunting pose, not pounce! But, Ravenpaw was feeling overconfident and thought he could impress his mentor and father. But Ravenpaw lost control of himself and fell onto the ground uncomfortably, with a slam, and twisted his paw oddly in his process. His paw lay twisted underneath his body, and he could feel pain in his paw when he hit the ground! " Owwww! MY PAW!" Yowled Ravenpaw, as he got up on his paws. He couldn't place his injured paw back on the ground again. He also felt very embarrassed, he really thought he could impress his mentor and father, Thrushfleck, but he failed miserably! Thrushfleck helped Ravenpaw get back to the camp to get checked out by the healers. In the healer's den, the healers found out he have a sprain, and asked him to stay in the healer's den until he gets better. Resting in his temporary nest in the healer's den, Ravenpaw was fuming! This is wasn't what he wanted at all, to be sent to the healer's den on his first training session with his mentor and father! How humiliating! Only if he followed his mentor and father, Thrushfleck's instructions and not be overconfident! Now, he won't be able to patrol or train at all until he is better in at least a moon's time! A few days later, Ravenpaw let out a huff when his brother, Gingerpaw came over to the healer's den to see how he was doing. His paw was still hurting badly from his first training session. " Oh look at you Gingerpaw, having patrolled and trained with Whorldusk while I'm stuck in healer's den with nothing to do, and losing out on my training! " Ravenpaw growled softly at his brother. Suddenly, an idea popped in Ravenpaw's head. " I know, Gingerpaw! How about we swap places, and you be Ravenpaw and sleep in the den, while I be Gingerpaw out patrolling! Just for a few days so I can feel what it is ACTUALLY like to be an apprentice!" " Also, when I'm back to be being Ravenpaw, could you do my Clan duties for me, as my paw is feeling too sore, please?!" But Ravenpaw saw his brother roll his eyes at his request! How dare he?! He could help my poor situation I got myself!
OOC: YAYY!!! Whorldusk have finally recovered from his grief from losing his father! He also gains his first apprentice! Speaking of, I hope Mistleheart gets a new apprentice soon... but PLEASE not one of her kits! And finally, POOR RAVENPAW, was so confident on his first training session, only to sprain his paw and be humiliated! No wonder why he's so grumpy!  |
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 24, 2024 2:23:32 GMT -5
HAZELPELT
Training with Heavy, Whisperingpaw, & Puddlepaw! - thinks Gingerpaw is annoying - x
It was a great relief to see Whisperingpaw back up on her paws again after so many moons. Hazelpelt was determined to get the little gray speckled apprentice trained up as quickly as she could. After seeing so many staggered graduations of siblings, any cat could see how being held back devastated the remaining littermates' self-confidence. She'd do her best to spare Whisperingpaw of that if she could.
Luckily for her, Heavy was also mentor! Excited to see the calico molly at the training grounds, Hazelpelt was quick to suggest a joint session. Puddlepaw was younger, but hopefully Whisperingpaw's lack of experience would even the odds. Between Heavy and herself, she was confident the two apprentices would be warrior-fit for battle in no time. And if she could enjoy seeing Heavy's swift cunning and grace in action, well, she'd keep that bit to herself.
Unluckily for them all, no one was getting their way. Hazelpelt bit back an unkind remark as Whisperingpaw dropped into the wrong stance again. She didn't want to step on Heavy's toes but... "Maybe it'd better if we try those new moves later. I think it's just confusing them both." She tried suggesting, fighting to appear to cool and calm. The fur along her back had a nasty habit of fluffing up when she was irritated if she didn't keep a level head.
They all tried for a little longer, but she could tell they were all frustrated when they called it quits. Hazelpelt was grateful for the break- she'd nearly snapped at Whisperingpaw one too many times for her liking. And Stars knows if she thought beating herself up for it would be bad; Hopbramble's claws would be even worse. Discomfort simmering under her pelt, the cinnamon-brown molly slunk back into camp. It was mostly quiet this time of day, but the gentle sounds of chatter was enough to overwhelm her already frayed nerves.
Hazelpelt whirled around, she'd go hunting and clear her head. Things would look better then. But as she stepped forward, her paw caught on uneven ground. Stumbling, she glanced back to see Gingerpaw's paws sticking straight out in her path! The mouse-brained apprentice quickly apologized, but Hazelpelt was too strained to brush it off. She let out a strangled hiss, and left camp for the rest of evening. |
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Aug 24, 2024 12:45:49 GMT -5
 Drizzlemimic- Patrol with Hayfeather and Mistleheart It had been so long since Drizzlemimic had gone on a patrol with his mate. Hayfeather had been grieving the loss of Bubblignheart for many moons now. In fact, the whole clan did. Everyone got over his death at a different pace, it just took Hayfeather longer since he was closer with the former leader. Drizzlemimic supported him in whatever way he could, reassuring him, making him laugh and trying to be a light in his life. It looks like it all payed off in the end. Better yet, Drizzlemimic had sent Amberpaw on an assignment, so he didn’t even have to think about his apprentice temporarily. It was just him and Hayfeather… and Mistleheart. His former mentor was also joining them, and Drizzlemimic wondered if she felt awkward at all near the two lovers. Drizzlemimic didn’t mind her presence at least. The weather matched the happiness Drizzlemimic felt as well. It wasn’t raining like in most days of early new leaf, instead there was a bright sun out. “Doesn’t it feel good to be out patrolling again? Walking on the soft grass, feeling the wind’s breeze on your fur… being next to you. I could stay like this forever.” It was such a beautiful day… they shouldn’t waste it hunting! They just got out of leaf bare, a bit of play wouldn’t hurt anyone. Surely Mistleheart wouldn’t mind… "Bet you can't catch me!" Hayfeather exclaimed. “Challenge accepted!” Drizzlemimic responded. He chased his partner around for a while, laughing like kits in the nursery. He was getting ready to pounce on him playfully, when Hayfeather slowed down and signaled Drizzlemimic to stop. “What’s wrong?” He asked, but he soon realized Mistleheart had caught up to them. “We should hunt first.” ”Yea… good idea.” He didn’t want to disappoint his former mentor. She taught him everything he knew. Plus, they would have time to frolic another time. Pretty embarrassing on my part. Still, this did not deter him from having a good hunt. They arrived at their destination and split up. Drizzlemimic was able to catch a squirrel and two mice, one of which nearly got away after a long stalk. All in all, it was a pretty plentiful hunt. He met back up with the others, seeing that they did just as well as him. As they were walking back to camp, one thought crossed his mind which he whispered to Hayfeather. “I hope Mistleheart isn’t mad at us.” Dawnpaw- Patrol with Frozenlaurel and Slatefoot/Is at the healer's den with a small injury/Gives Flashpaw a cheeky wink Today’s the day. Today’s the day where I finally prove myself to Frozenlaurel. I did well on my assignment, now I just need to impress him in person. Thoughts swirled around Dawnpaw’s head as he walked behind the two warriors. He and his siblings were almost warrior aged. This would be one of their final tests to see if they are fit for the duties of a full member of the clan. It’s funny; as a kit, he couldn’t care less about being part of YewClan, but now, their validation and and support was all he craved. Not that he knew much else outside of that. He had never seen the rogues in person, but avenging his father was surely on his things-to-do-before-I-die list. Thankfully, he had Slatefoot by his side, a cat that previously comforted him about his appearance and his lack of confidence in training. At least she doesn’t care that I look strange. Unlike Frozenlaurel… either he thinks I look unnatural or I’m just that bad of an apprentice!The forced of nature also seemed to favor him today. Dusk brought nice, warm weather, perfect for hunting. Ok… I can do this! He split off from his clan mates and searched the area for any scents. Nothing… nothing… aha! A rabbit! It would be a great catch and feed many clan mates. But rabbits are quick and a hard catch. He figured out the direction of the wind and positioned himself. He saw the rabbit just a few fox lengths away. It was inching ever closer. C’mon… His two toned fur must have blended in with the mixture of light and dark of dusk, as the prey didn’t see the blow coming. A quick bite to the neck was all that was necessary for the brown agouti rabbit to fall. Sweet! This will definitely prove to Frozenlaurel that I’m ready to be a- ow! As he was trotting about, unaware of his surroundings, he stepped on a thorn. It hurt quite a bit, but not enough to take him out of commission. He had to continue. By the end of the patrol, it all already night, and everyone had caught an impressive amount of prey. Dawnpaw returned to camp and knew he should get his paw checked out. It’s just… Flax was in the healer’s den. His mother advised him not to trust the former rogue. Just because he’s skilled at healing doesn’t mean he’s too different from them. I should stay away from him… but this really hurts! Scanning the camp clearing, he saw Flashpaw walk by. Perfect! He may be just an apprentice, like Dawnpaw, but he definitely knew how to help him. “Hey, Flashpaw! I need your masterful healing skills for something” he said to the young apprentice with a wink. “Thing you can help me out? I got it while on patrol” He said while lifting him paw, showing the slightly imbedded thorn. Tagging Sapphirejas whispering Brownie Feathertalon |
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