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Post by asrise on Aug 19, 2024 21:14:04 GMT -5
 Hatchhusk with Amberdapple and Havenspots “Borage. Tansy. Yarrow.” Hatchhusk repeated the names of the herbs to Amberdapple once again. “I know all these, I see them every day…” He sighed. But he knew it was still too cold out for Amberdapple to take him out for a real herb identification test. During the last half-moon meeting, he’d heard from Shadepatch that a warrior of YewClan had frozen to death on patrol. I certainly don’t have to take this test that badly…
As they wrapped up, Hatchhusk bundled the herbs back up, putting them in their places. He found himself right beside Havenspots, his old friend. Unfortunately, being a medicine cat had been a little isolating… Hatchhusk didn’t have as much time to spend with him. “Havenspots… It’s good to see you! I mean, thanks for helping me with the herbs.” He purred as Havenspots helped gather up the leaves that were strewn across the medicine den. He always was a big help to me… For a moment, Hatchhusk missed being a warrior’s apprentice, spending his time with Havenspots, messing around with the berry bushes… But that time is over for both of us, now.
The tom followed Havenspots out into the camp. It was a windy day, with the trees swaying this way and that. “A little gusty, isn’t it?” He remarked, bracing himself against the wind. A clump of dead leaves, left over from leaf-fall, blew off the tree above, spiralling down to them. Hatchhusk’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes followed their winding path, settling right down onto Havenspots’ back. It was only when he heard the younger tom laugh lightly that he snapped out of it, but a yawning pit seemed to open in his belly, and he tried not to stare as Havenspots shook off the leaves. What was that? It felt sort of like when I found the kits, but more… foreboding? Ominous?
It had been a few days from then when Hatchhusk again poked his head out of the medicine den. It was snowing heavily, but it did nothing to mask the panicked yelps of the cats returning from patrol. What’s all that about? He rushed out to meet them before something stopped him in his tracks.
Havenspots.
No… No, not like this… The pit in his belly opened again, but now it seemed as if it would never close. Havenspots looked small and broken, just like he did after the hawk attack when he was a kit. But this time, I wasn’t around to save him… I’m so sorry, Havenspots. Hatchhusk couldn’t bear to watch as he was dragged into camp like a limp squirrel. He knew that death was a part of what a Medicine cat had to deal with, but he wasn’t ready for this. How could he be?
“Havenspots, Oh-” He gulped, brushing his muzzle across his forehead as he approached. He knew the whole clan was watching, but it didn’t matter. “I- I’m sorry. I knew something terrible was going to happen! I should have told you to stay in camp b-but… I didn’t know! St-StarClan, why didn’t you tell me?!” Hatchhusk yowled aloud, sniffling into Havenspots’ deathly cold fur.
OOC -- Nooo!!! Not Havenspots!  I know Hatch isn't technically grieving, but the loss of a best friend is a big thing for him.  |
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Post by stonekeeper on Aug 19, 2024 22:04:24 GMT -5
Golddusk- Border patrol with Havenspots and Wildclove Golddusk lifted his paws high, trying to make his way through the snow. It had been snowing pretty heavily recently this leafbare and now the snow had been piled high on the ground. He was walking next to Wildclove with Havenspots behind them both. He was helping them mark the borders to their territory when he heard a disturbingly familiar creak behind him. He had heard that sound before a few moons ago when a branch almost fell on his former apprentice, Forestfreckle. He quickly turned around just in time to see the horrifying sight of a large branch landing on Havenspots. He stood in shock for a moment until he heard Wildclove call out to him for help. He then rushed quickly towards where the branch landed, helping Wildclove try to get Havenspots out from underneath the branch. He pushed at the branches with all of his might, hoping that Havenspots could still be saved. Plumclan doesn’t need to lose another cat, not like this. moonKT60633 |
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Post by asrise on Aug 19, 2024 22:55:12 GMT -5
 Lilacshade Border patrol - BurdockClan with Auburncreek, Cloverfur and Blizzardpaw “That rabbit?” Lilacshade repeated as Blizzardpaw pointed it out. It wasn’t far from the border, just over the creek that separated PlumClan from BurdockClan. Then again, it was certainly noticeable. If they went and got it, they would definitely know eventually. Serves them right, the prey thieves they are… “Stay here, Blizzardpaw. You make a good point, but this is no job for an apprentice.”
Priming herself, Lilacshade took a running leap over the stream, chasing down the rabbit easily. She killed it with a bite to the neck, her heart swelling with savage pride before she looked up. Straight into the eyes of a BurdockClan patrol. She hissed loudly, standing her own ground. Fox-dung! I won’t be able to take that rabbit back! Lilacshade realized, running back across the border.
The patrol backed her up as the BurdockClan cats came up to the border, hissing and trading insults. Even though she was an experienced warrior, it was all Lilacshade could do to sheath her claws. She refused to leave the border until the last of the BurdockClan patrol had retreated, and she gave them a withering stare. “Let’s go back now. Fawnstar doesn’t need to know about this, do you understand?” She snapped at the rest of her patrol shortly, still steaming with anger.
OOC -- Lilacshade Lilacshade stumbled back into camp with a thorn in her paw, grimacing at the pain while she went by the nursery. She barely noticed before she just about tripped over Crookedkit, who let out a little squeak. “Oh, I’m so, so sorry, Crookedkit!” She cooed. “Whatever can I do to make it up to you? My life is in your paws…” That got a giggle out of the kit, and Lilacshade left towards the medicine den.
“Hatchusk? Come out here, I have a thorn for you to pick out.” Lilacshade called into the den for her former apprentice. It had been a few days since Havenspots had been buried, and no one had heard anything from the young medicine cat since. But Lilacshade knew Hatchhusk well enough to guess that he was holed up somewhere in his nest, feeling rotten all by himself. But sure enough, his voice answered back. “... Okay. I’ll be there in a moment, Lilacshade.”
She held out her paw for him and let him get to work, deftly removing the thorn and dressing the wound. He really has learned a lot… And he does make a good medicine cat. “Thank you so much, Hatchhusk. You’ve really gotten good at that.” Hatchhusk mumbled something bashfully and turned to head back to the den, but Lilacshade caught him. “One more thing, Hatchhusk. I know it’s hard to lose a friend like Havenspots… I’ve lost many, before I came to PlumClan. But you have to remember that there are other cats here that care just as much for you… Don’t feel like everything is your fault, either. No cat could have predicted what happened.” OOC -- |
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Post by polarized on Aug 20, 2024 2:02:08 GMT -5
 Auburncreek Border Patrol {--} with Lilacshade, Cloverfur & Blizzardpaw She followed after Lilacshade, listening to her talk to Blizzardpaw. Auburncreek twitched her ears at the sound of a rabbit, but before she could report it, Blizzardpaw already did. She looked to Lilacshade, “Go on. Show those Burdockclan fox-hearts never to steal prey from us again,” She purred fiercely. She watched as Lilacshade pounced on the rabbit. Auburncreek watched as she retreated back over the border, leaving the rabbit and the bengal warrior could feel her tail swish in anger, I wouldn’t have ran away from them!
The young bengal molly ran up to the border, hissing, “Oh please, You steal prey from us all the time! It’s about time some cat showed you some consequences!” She unsheathed her claws, ready to pounce. I could take on this patrol easily! But she growled when the older warriors told her to stay back. She eyed them warily, then stayed at the border until the Burdockclan cats had left. “Let’s go back now. Fawnstar doesn’t need to know about this, do you understand?” Lilacshade meowed angrily. Auburncreek nodded, then snorted, About how you ran away from the patrol? Sure! Auburncreek knew she would have taken on the Burdockclan cats single pawed.  Auburncreek Havenspot’s Death {--} with Havenspots, Golddusk, Wildclove and Hatchhusk It was just after she had came back from patrol, ready to pick her fresh kill of the pile, when she had heard the yowling of a patrol. She perked her head up, to see Golddusk and Wildclove, dragging the lifeless body of her own brother into camp. “Havenspots!” She yowled in fear, running up to her littermate. She hissed to Wildclove and Golddusk, “You call yourself warriors! You… You killed him!” She growled, her claws unsheathing as she crouched down beside her brother, nuzzling into his soft fur. She looked to Hatchhusk, “You! You’re a medicine cat! Save him!” She hissed, pausing, “Please!” Auburncreek couldn’t bare the fact he was dead. He had to still be alive, right? How could she survive without her brother? It wasn’t fair…
She looked up, yowling into the sky, Was he up there? Why would Starclan take her brother away from her? She hissed every time another cat came near, lying down beside Havenspots and putting her tail over him. She cried into his fur, feeling herself bristle. “Please come back. I need you.” Auburncreek stayed beside his side. Not moving or responding to anyone. [[ Aww man, writing this made me so sad. ]] |
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Post by Dew on Aug 20, 2024 11:29:10 GMT -5
Cloverfur Border patrol & Catches a runny nose || with Lilacshade, Auburncreek, Blizzardpaw Cloverfur had woken up a few mornings before with his nose stuffy and the scents muted. He hated it. It was something he couldn't control, and he hated that. Cloverfur wasn't a control freak, but he hated getting sick. He had gone to the medicine den and the healers had said he was fine, just a runny nose. They had given him some herbs to chew and sent him back into the snow.
Now he was on a border patrol, the first border patrol Blizzardpaw had ever been on. They were heading over to the Burdockclan border, a clan they were on neutral terms. The Burdockclan cats were known to steal prey from time to time, and their relations were quickly going downhill.
They were now at the border, and with Cloverfur's new runny nose, he couldn't really smell the scent markers that the Burdockclan cats were putting down. He knew the border from memory, of course, but that meant that his sense of smell was gone for now, or that Burdockclan hasn't been by yet today.
Blizzardpaw pointed out a nice looking rabbit on the other side of the border, asking if she could catch it. "Oh I don't know if-" But he was cut off by Lilacshade, who volunteered to cross the border instead. "But-" But Lilacshade had already crossed the border, quickly catching the rabbit- and coming face-to-face with a Burdockclan patrol.
Lilacshade quickly made her way back over to their side of the border, turning around once she had made it over. “Oh please, You steal prey from us all the time! It’s about time some cat showed you some consequences!” Auburncreek hissed, and Lilacshade threw her own insults in there too, before the Burdockclan patrol left the area. “Let’s go back now. Fawnstar doesn’t need to know about this, do you understand?” Lilacshade hissed.
"If she asks about it, I'm going to tell her. I think it's in our best interest to not lie to Fawnstar." Dipping his head to Lilacshade's look, he continued. "But I won't tell her unless she asks Lilacshade, don't worry about it." [[ OOC here ]] Cloverfur Is being begged by Thornkit to teach them battle moves || with Thornkit Cloverfur had known, more or less, that kits could be a handful. He had visited the nursery everyday since Leopardcry had kitted, to see her and his kits, but that meant that the other kits knew him too. They knew him well, because while his kits were sleeping (as they still did lots, considering they were only a moon old) he spent time with the other kits. Today Thornkit was being a real thorn in his paw.
The kit had non-stop asked Cloverfur to teach him battle moves, and so Cloverfur finally gave in. "Fine Thornkit, but you have to pay attention." He said, smiling. "I'll teach you one battle move, understand? No more." After Thornkit nodded, Cloverfur got into position.
"The first is a simple swipe; like this." Cloverfur quickly darted forward and brought his paw up in front of him, swiping at the air. "That's the move. It might look simple, but it's very effective. Do you want to try?" He asked Thornkit. "I'll tell you if your doing it right, and give you some pointers." [[ I'll get Clover's response to Haven's death tonight or tomorrow :( ]] |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 20, 2024 11:48:28 GMT -5
Fawnstar »
Snow drifted gracefully into camp. Caught by the wind outside, the chilled precipitation danced about and gathered just on the edge of camp. Fawnstar stifled a smile at the sight. Snow brought with it a lot of problems, but it was also rather beautiful in a way. Serene and gentle. How odd that something so pretty and so small could collect together and form a wide array of problems. Frostbitten paws, frozen noses, white-cough, hunger. She knew leaf-bare was the lands way of recovering itself after giving the Clans such a bounty, but she sometimes wished it could be greenleaf forever, that they never had to worry about sickness or lack of prey.
Fawnstar snorted at herself. They'd grow as fat and lazy as kittypets if it remained greenleaf all the time! This was StarClan's way of keeping them on their toes, of reminding them that they were warriors, and warriors were born to endure hardship just as much as they were to experience joy and love.
Movement larger than snowflakes near the camp's entrance grabbed Fawnstar's attention, her blue eyes once again drifting toward the border between camp and the outside territory. Golddusk was the first cat she noticed, his cream smoke pelt a familiar sight. Golddusk had been assigned a a border patrol along with Havenspots and Wildclove. She had wondered when they would return, but as she sat back and thought of when the three had left, she realized that they were back a little earlier than she would expect a border patrol to come back; this was not a usual time for warriors to begin returning back to camp, even if the borders were fully secure and all was well.
That meant something had happened.
Fawnstar hopped to her paws, well prepared to meet with her Clanmates and find out that another cat had been found out near the thunderpath. The injured tom, who had Clan had started referring to as Blue, could very well have a family that was out searching for him, and upon finding his scent near the thunderpath, they could have risked their own lives by crossing it or just stepping too close.
It was when Wildclove made his way through the camp tunnel that Fawnstar froze, a thousand emotions fluttering on her face. Bewilderment, anxiety, anger, sorrow. Her heart twisted as her stomach fell to her paws. Fawnstar's jaw went slack as she uttered, "Havenspots...?" He was huddled atop Wildclove's back, so small and limp, very unlike the chatty chickadee that he was.
She rushed forward, thoughts speeding through her mind at a million miles an hour. "Havenspots?" She called again, already nestling her nose into his pelt, hoping, praying, that he was warm, that he was still breathing. Surely this was just like how she had brought Blue back to camp. Limp and unconscious, but still breathing. Still alive.
Just one touch of Havenspots's fur told her everything she didn't want to know.
Colder than ice, muscles already stiffening.
He was dead.
Her son, her only son, was dead.
Fawnstar stumbled back, reeling from the realization. She faltered, falling onto her haunches, shoulders sagging, eyes watery. Her chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. He had only just been made a warrior not long ago. He had so much life left to give, so much to offer to his Clan. She couldn't lose her son, he was supposed to outlive her. He was supposed to gain experience as a warrior, become a mentor, settle down with a mate, raise kits of his own...
Havenspots had been so small when he was born. Her only tom. Her tiny son.
Gone. Just like that.
She heard Auburncreek's passionate yowls, her daughter's fury snapping her out of her own stupor. Fawnstar numbly pushed herself to her paws, stepping over to press against Auburncreek's pelt. She said nothing, only giving what little support she could. Fawnstar wondered where Forestfreckle had gone. Was she still on patrol? Had she yet to find out that her brother had joined StarClan? Fawnstar's heart ached. Hopefully her other daughter would arrive soon; the family needed one another right now. They needed to all be together to sit vigil for Havenspots and share tongues with him one last time.
Bleary eyes glanced toward Wildclove and Golddusk as she rasped, "What happened?" No blood appeared on his pelt, no wounds or marks, but clearly something had happened. Something happened and it had taken her poor son's life.
And to believe she had just mentioned to Duskfeather some days prior how she had almost forgotten what tragedy felt like.
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Post by moonKT60633 on Aug 20, 2024 12:27:08 GMT -5
Wildclove
---- He thought rolling the log had been the worst part.Wildclove knew it was too late when the young warrior didn't make noise as he and Golddusk dug.He was equated with death, despite how seemingly cushy his kittypet life was. Didn't mean he liked having a corpse on his back. The tom simply followed Golddusks paw prints in the snow. The pair not saying a word.If he though the digging and rolling was bad, bringing his body into camp was worse.Wildclove lowered the cold body to the equally cold ground and stepped back. He didn't know Havenspots, not as well as he could have, and it wasn't his place. Not with the yowls of his family and friends echoing through the snowfall. He flinched at Auburncreeks words, but said nothing, she was right.
"What happened?" Fawnstar rasped
Wildclove swallowed “A branch” he grinded out though gritted teeth, “the snow broke it off and-” He glanced over to Golddusk, not finishing his sentence “I’m so sorry” He was more then sorry, he was furious. Havenspots had an entire life ahead of him. How dare this so called Starclan-He took a deep breath and bowed his head. Not the time, not now.
OOC: HC Wild pushed Haven under the branch bc he wanted to be my only character /j
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Post by Hawkheart on Aug 20, 2024 12:39:01 GMT -5
Dapplekit following beechkit around all day!Dapplekit sat in the clearing looking at the other kits playing on the ground by the nursery and wondored where beechkit was. There he is! She thought and saw the him walk out of the nursery rubbing his eyes. She ran up to him and said- " Come on lets play!!" She bounced around him then swated him with her paws. Tagging- sharptail (Beechkit)
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Post by sharptail on Aug 20, 2024 12:52:17 GMT -5
Beechkit - With Dapplekit - Getting Followed
"I just woke up..." he moaned sleepily. He seemed to think for a moment before speaking again, "Alright! Let's play!" he exclaimed with a sudden burst of energy. He then ran off, looking at Dapplekit over his shoulder, "Race you!" he called back to her with excitement. He kept running, full of energy even though he had just woken up.
OOC: Where did Dapplekit come from? I can't keep track of all these kits. Tagging: Hawkheart (Dapplekit) |
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Post by polarized on Aug 20, 2024 13:49:52 GMT -5
Auburncreek Havenspot’s Death {--} with Fawnstar, Hatchhusk Auburncreek looked emotionless at her brothers body. She rested her head against her mother’s fur, relishing in the memories from the nursery when they had all been together. A happy family, that was all it was. Now they were robbed. Havenspots of his own future, and Auburncreek, her mother and Forestfreckle of their loving kin. Auburncreek expected him to stand up, and start cheering them up, saying at least something to them. But he didn’t. Auburncreek shook her head. It was too soon. She hissed at Hatchhusk walking by, What use is a medicine cat if they can’t save lives! She grumbled to herself, but she stayed silent, pressing close to her mother and brother, she would share tongues with him one last time before he left.
She had stayed awake the full vigil, not taking her eyes off Havenspots. She was flooded with memories, their battle training, it made her purr of joy as she remembered how kind he was. And how horrible she was. She pushed the thoughts out of her head, and got to her paws to assist the only elder, Willowmouse take Havenspots to his resting place.  Leopardcry Is tired, wish they could leave camp like Hatchhusk {--} with her kits, Cloverfur Leopardcry felt so tired, barely able to lift her head out of her nest to look at her kits. Now they had already begun to walk around the nest, their tiny paws barely able to keep them up, and squeak small words. That meant they would start to keep the cream molly awake, unfortunately, but she relished in the fact they were only a moon old, and she still had at least some time to still sleep. She enjoyed when Cloverfur entered the nursery, she appreciated the fact that even though he had his own apprentice, he would come in and look after the kits, even for a little while for Leopardcry to rest. She thanked the grey tom as he went to one of the older kits, Thornkit. Leopardcry pushed her kits closer to her chest with her tail, and could feel them starting to sleep again. She purred as she watched them slowly wriggle next to her for warmth in this chilly leaf-bare.
Leopardcry looked up out of her nest to see Hatchhusk leaving camp, wishing she could leave camp again. She loved her kits of course, but the cream molly missed running in Plumclan territory, hunting whatever she could find, and challenging cats on border patrols. However, she tucked her head over her paws, feeling her kits starting to sleep, their tiny kit bodies snuggling together. With so much new life in the world, it felt like nothing could go wrong. |
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Post by Hawkheart on Aug 20, 2024 16:40:12 GMT -5
Dapplekit with beechkit!Dapplekit raced her brother and as she did she felt like she was flying through the air as she hit right into his side. She started to laugh and he joined in and she rolled on the ground with happyness. Being with her family was the most important thing to her and she was glad that she had so much of it! Tagging- sharptail (Beechkit) OOC-What do mean come from?
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Post by sharptail on Aug 20, 2024 16:48:57 GMT -5
Beechkit - With Dapplekit
Beechkit began to laugh to, rolling around and playfully batting at his sister. "I never want to grow up," he said to Dapplekit before jumping on her tail and speaking again, "It's way to fun! Being an apprentice must be so boring!" He laughed a bit before settling down and laying on his back, "I wonder who our mentors will be." he wondered aloud before turning his head to face her and laughing again.
OOC: I didn't realize that Dapplekit was Silverkit, I was trying to figure out when Dapplekit joined the clan, and it turns out she was Beechkit's sister. Tagging: Hawkheart (Dapplekit) |
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Post by Hawkheart on Aug 20, 2024 18:15:46 GMT -5
Dapplekit coversation with beechkit!" I wonder who are mentors will be?" Beechkit said and then laughed. Dapplekit floped down besides him and thought. I wonder if ill get fawnstar as my mentor?Tagging- sharptail (beechkit) OOC-Yeah! I changed her name because i liked dapplekit better!
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Post by sharptail on Aug 20, 2024 18:43:53 GMT -5
Beechkit - With Dapplekit
"I hope I get someone cool! Like Fawnstar or Duskfeather!" the tom said, full of excitement. He lay there, almost motionless as he stared up at the sky, it was snowing. He giggles as a snowflake landed on his nose before melting. "Snow!" he exclaimed, jumping up onto his feet. He laughed again and ran in a small circle before looking at the falling snow.
OOC: You sure did! She's really cute! Also, I know it's random but, I think Fallowkit is really pretty. I think I just like how calicos/tortoiseshells look. Tagging: Hawkheart (Dapplekit) |
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Post by Hawkheart on Aug 20, 2024 19:03:55 GMT -5
Dapplekit talking to beechkit!" Snow!" He said and dapplekit smiled and ran around in circles with him laughing together. I hope these moments never leave. She thought and sighed wondering about the future. Tagging- sharptail (Beechkit) OOC-Yeah i like the name fallowkit too!I also like tortoisshells and they're fur is so cool!! I cant chat any more today so i got to go! Bye!
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Post by sharptail on Aug 20, 2024 19:43:52 GMT -5
Beechkit - With Dapplekit
I wonder how snow is made Beechkit thought, how is something like this real? he wondered again. He looked to Dapplekit, her fur almost matched the snow that was currently falling from the sky. He flopped onto his back again and closed his eyes, breathing in the leaf-bare breeze.
OOC: Okay, bye! Also, when I mentioned Fallowkit, I actually meant the kit in this rp. She's on the front page and on this moon's activities page thing. I think her sprite is cute is what I meant. Tagging: Hawkheart (Dapplekit) |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 20, 2024 20:08:37 GMT -5
Fawnstar »
A branch. A branch had done this to her sweet, loving Havenspots. Her dear son.
Grief choked the leader, constricting her throat and tightening her chest. What else was there to even say? Her son should have lived for seasons yet to come, but here he was, lifeless and broken, eyes glazed over with clouds too thick to see through. Fawnstar was no stranger to death, she had witnessed many of her Clanmates leave to the stars, and she herself had fallen prey to death's jaws more than once, but that never made it any easier. Nothing about this was easy. Her son should have outlived her. Her son should still be alive and well, but here he was. Gone. Dead.
Fawnstar stifled a sob. This was a wake up call. A wake up call telling her that she needed to cherish the remaining two kits she had left.
She stood there a moment longer still brushed up against Auburncreek. Just this morning Havenspots had been so full of life and ready to head out on his daily patrol. Now he was just a stiff corpse growing colder by the minute. She bowed her head, praying silently to StarClan. Guide him swiftly to the stars and welcome him warmly. Perhaps Oakpelt was there waiting for him. The thought of her father waiting for her son brought just a glimmer of warmth to her, a shimmer of comfort.
Taking in a deep breath, Fawnstar eased herself away from Auburncreek. If she were just a normal warrior she would have allowed herself a night of grief and sorrow, but she was leader, and as leader, she had to put her Clan first. Fawnstar could not allow herself the time to grief so heavily, not in the public eye of her Clanmates. She would drown in her sorrows later, once she was curled up tightly in her nest and away from the curious gazes of other cats. She had a vigil to tend to, and even if that vigil was for her own son, she still had to put up appearances and be the leader her Clan needed in times of tragedy.
Mustering her own sense of courage Fawnstar dipped her head to both Wildclove and Golddusk, realizing that the two must be exhausted and stricken with grief in their own ways - they had been there to experience Havenspots's death firstpaw, after all. "The two of you go and warm up, perhaps even see one of the medicine cats if you need." Hatchhusk was nearby, but he himself was teary eyed and grieving for the loss of Havenspots. Fawnstar's shoulders stiffened as her jaw tightened. How had she not realized the bond the young medicine cat and her son had shared? Shaking away the sense of guilt threatening to overtake her, Fawnstar gestured with her tail toward the medicine cat den; even if Hatchhusk was out of commission, they still had plenty of healers. Amberdapple - if she wasn't lost in grief over her nephew passing - Quickshade, and Jamilah could all help the two warriors if shock had entered their bodies. The leader leaned forward and nuzzled into Auburncreek's pelt as well. "You should go too. If you need," she added as an afterthought, wondering if her daughter would even want to leave her brother's side. Fawnstar worried, though, that if Auburncreek went into shock and didn't seek a calming solution then she very well could fall ill. Or worse.
No, we won't think like that, the rosette tabby scolded herself inwardly. No, she would not entertain the thoughts of losing another kit so soon. She would not entertain the thoughts of losing another kit ever. |
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Post by stonekeeper on Aug 20, 2024 22:16:51 GMT -5
Golddusk- Havenspots death Golddusk walked ahead of Wildclove, leading the way towards camp. Wildclove was behind him carrying Havenspots’s body. The two of them hadn’t said a word to each other ever since they managed to move Havenspots from underneath the branch. Golddusk stepped into camp and then watched as Fawnstar and Auburncreek ran over to them. He flinched a bit at Auburncreek’s words towards both him and Wildclove. He felt a huge pang of guilt over what had happened. He had heard the branch creak before it fell and knew what the sound was. He had heard that same sound when the branch almost fell on Forestfreckle. Golddusk wished he could’ve had the chance to warn Havenspots and save him from the branch. Would he had been still alive had Golddusk reacted faster? He looked at Fawnstar when she asked both him and Wildclove what had happened. Golddusk nodded his head when he heard Wildclove explain that it was a branch that fell on Havenspots. “Yes, it was a branch. It was full of snow and then it broke and…” Golddusk said, not wanting to finish that sentence either. He shook his head sadly. “I’m so sorry.” He told both Fawnstar and Auburncreek. He nodded his head when Fawnstar told him and Wildclove to go and warm up and maybe see one of the medicine cats if needed. He felt extremely exhausted and numb after all that had happened today. Feathertalon moonKT60633 polarized |
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Post by Cloverwood on Aug 21, 2024 1:22:35 GMT -5
 Pineconekit
⸙ wonders who her mentor will be
⸙ thinks she can tell Cloverfur something important ᓚᘏᗢ - Cloverfur & Thornkit
The little kit looked over her shoulder to see Cloverfur and Thornkit practicing some battle moves. Pineconekit felt especially comforted by Cloverfur; he was always checking up on her and the rest of the kits and she knew he was a cat worth looking up to. She was fascinated by his dewy use of words, always honey-tongued and affecting the cats around him positively. She secretly wanted him to be her mentor when she came of apprentice age, she had taken to wondering if she was worthy of his mentorship.
Pineconekit padded up to Cloverfur, her little crooked tail held high.
"Thornkit, sit down, I have to ask Cloverfur something." She said matter of fact and sat down with big yellow eyes. "I sense something is wrong in the Clan, can you tell me what's going on? I feel sad for some reason... and I don't even know why." She furrowed her brow a bit. "I don't feel sad in my head but I feel it in my heart."
((OOC: new here and not up on allegiances yet but I took over Crookedkit and renamed her Pineconekit. so sad to come in on a death :c)) |
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Post by Dew on Aug 21, 2024 11:07:27 GMT -5
Cloverfur Havenspots Death || with names Cloverfur had had a pretty uneventful day thus far, having mostly just checked up on the kits and given Blizzardpaw things to do. Leafbare still seemed to be in full swing, despite him knowing it was bound to end soon. In a moon the snow would start to melt and the prey would return, and every cat would be warm again. In the warmer months he felt good, his pelt was nice and short, but in the colder months most days he wished he could stay in his nest all day.
Yawning a stretching, he thought it would be a good time for a nap. He had played with the kits all morning, and now they were asleep, Leopardcry curling herself around them and closing her eyes as well. That was... until he heard the anguished yowls, and turned around to see what had happened.
Wildclove was carrying a body on his back, a body that could only belong to one cat in this clan. A body he knew all too well. A body he had protected during his apprenticeship. A body he had mentored. A body he was close too. Havenspots.
Cloverfur only stood there in shock, because what could have taken this young cats life so swift? So fast? Had any cat seen it coming? Could anything have prevented this? He slowly made his way over, hearing Wildclove explain that Havenspots had been felled by loose branches that had fallen on top of the young cat. The once-kittypet laid the body down for all of Plumclan to see.
He hadn't wanted to get too close, Auburncreek, Forestfreckle, and most importantly Fawnstar needed space and time to grieve without him there. It really made him think, what could happen to his kits? Would they be safe out on the territory? Havenspots had not been the first cat to die from loose branches, they seemed to be Plumclan's curse. He didn't deserve to die! He was still so young!
@tag [[ OOC here ]] Cloverfur Talks with Pineconekit (+++) || with Pineconekit Cloverfur smiled at Thornkit, who repeated the swipe he had just showed him a few times. "Good! Now your getting it!" He mewed, then saw Pineconekit out of the corner of his eye. The kit had been taken in around the same time as his litter was born, and Leopardcry had taken them as her own. Did that mean they are part my kits too? He wasn't sure, but he made sure to treat them as he would his own kits. They would probably grow up to be like siblings anyway, and every cat deserved to have a father and a mother.
"Thornkit, sit down, I have to ask Cloverfur something." Pineconekit said, walking up to Cloverfur, and ignoring Thornkit. His whiskers twitched, Pineconekit was bossing around kits who were twice her age!
What Pineconekit said next was not something that Cloverfur had anticipated. He paused for a momet, wondering how to say this to a one moon old kit. "Come sit here." Cloverfur said, sitting down and patting his tail on the ground next to him. "You see, one of our warriors traveled to StarClan recently. He was young, and he was also Fawnstar's kit. His name was Havenspots, and I was actually his mentor when he was an apprentice." He explained, his voice slow and soothing. Or at least that was what he was trying to do. He wasn't sure how to explain a death, something so tragic and sad, to Pineconekit without ruining her day, which was not something Cloverfur intended to do. "I think it's best to leave most of the big warriors alone today too, so they can greive." He added, not wanting Pineconekit to go questioning another cat about it. He was more than happy to explain, he just didn't want another cat to snap at this sweet bundle of fluff. [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by stormshade1 on Aug 21, 2024 23:16:51 GMT -5
 Amberdapple
Havenspots death (asrise )
No. Not another one. Havenspots. She couldn’t save him. She couldn’t have saved him. Just like... Nightpaw. They both... PlumClan was cursed, wasn’t it? StarClan should have told her what would happen. But – no. She wouldn’t let herself do that again. It wasn’t her fault.
“Hatchhusk?” She knew that she should let the young tom grieve. But he needed to learn early that death happens, not to blame himself for it. She hadn’t gotten that lesson.
“Are you alright?” That was a stupid question. Of course he wasn’t. Havenspots was dead.
“Come over here. No more herbs, don’t worry, but I’d like to talk with you. You can sit vigil, of course, and go back out when I’m done, but I’d like you to come into the medicine den with me for now.”
“I know death is... hard, but as a healer, you need to know that you can’t save every cat. Death is something you need to get over. And I’m not saying that Havenspots's death, Havenspots's life didn’t matter, and you can grieve, but death is a part of being a healer.”
 Blizzardpaw Patrol (Dew , polarized , asrise )
“There’s a rabbit over there, but... it’s on the other side of the border. I don’t think we can get it. Maybe I could... nevermind.” Blizzardpaw said, flicking her tail in the direction of the prey. It was across the clearly visible BurdockClan border. She wouldn’t be able to catch it.
But... no, Lilacshade wasn’t going to catch it, was she? But she leaped across the stream. “I didn’t mean that!” Blizzardpaw called to her. But it was too late. The rabbit was already dead. And... no. Nonononono. A BurdockClan patrol had caught her. Lilacshade left the rabbit where it was and leaped back across the stream, leaving the rabbit behind. Blizzardpaw stayed silent as the patrols traded insults. She didn’t want to be a part of this!
But they stayed. They stayed until BurdockClan left. And then, finally, they left. It was Blizzardpaw’s fault. She had ruined her first border patrol. She shouldn’t have pointed out that rabbit. As they padded back to camp, Blizzardpaw’s tail drooping to the ground, she walked beside Cloverfur and said, “I messed up, didn’t I.”
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Post by 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎 on Aug 21, 2024 23:19:04 GMT -5
 Duststep
Border patrol with Fawnstar and Fogshard
"Come on, hurry!" In a panic, Duststep sprinted towards where she had heard Fogshard's call on the side of the road, following closely behind Fawnstar. She had been in the middle of reinforcing Plumclan's border with the leader when she had heard Fogshard's desperate yowl from nearby. Not another so soon, she worried, her heart skipping a beat as she recalled Havenspots' vigil just days ago. Spotting Fogshard alive as well as she neared him assuaged her fears, but her heart wrenched in her chest again when she spotted the unmoving mass of blue-grey fur at his paws. ”...Are they…?” Alive? I hope so, but... If they got hit by a monster- She glanced up at the road, a dark, currently empty expanse stretching out to either side of her, and shuddered- it's not likely. No, there's no way.
But as she calmed down, stood still and felt her racing heartbeat subside, a closer look showed the slow rise and fall of the unfamiliar cat's chest. Against all odds, they were clinging to life. Their back, however, was twisted at an uncomfortable angle, and Duststep felt nauseous as she noticed bones pushing against their skin from inside where they shouldn't be. ”Let’s get this cat back to camp. The medicine cats will know what to do.” As Fawnstar carefully lifted the injured cat, Duststep was quick to dart to her side to shoulder them. She grunted a bit as the weight was passed onto her- the blue tabby was heavier than her, and though she knew they couldn't help it they were a total dead weight- but started in a beeline towards camp, paws moving as fast as they could while maintaining her balance. Glancing back at Fogshard, she meowed "Were they like this when you found them?" The longer they'd been like this, the lower their chances at survival, she figured. At the same time, though, she hoped Fogshard hadn't had to witness the collision.
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Post by Brownie on Aug 22, 2024 13:53:21 GMT -5
x - Moon 21 - x
early spring; constant drizzle
Clan Events:
BurdockClan officially declares war on PlumClan
Fogshard dies to a dog.
Carnationkit is carried off by a hawk.
Fresh kill pile: overflowing
Patrol: Border Relationships - Speaks with Hatchhusk (+)
- Caught Blizzardpaw complaining about her patrol assignment (---) with Duststep, Golddusk
Event : BurdockClan scent
Choice : Antagonize
Outcome : This trespass will not be tolerated, especially not during a war! The PlumClan patrol crosses the river and spreads plenty of PlumClan scent on the BurdockClan side, ruining the clearly marked border line in a mess of scent and mud. Is worried twolegs might come too close to their camp this season Patrol: Border Relationships - Was distracted when Quickshade was trying to tell him something important (---)
- Thinks Cherriberry was nice to him today (+) with Lilacshade, Auburncreek
Event : Pawprints
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Lilacshade sees pawprints in the mud. It turns out they were Auburncreek's... that's a bit embarassing. Major Events Event: Gets a stomachache Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Has a long chat with Fogshard about travelling and he is very attentive (+++)
- Has a friendly chat with Blizzardpaw that leaves her feeling happy (+) alone
Event : Sun
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : She would go gather herbs in the bright newleaf sun, but as one of the few sunny days this moon... wouldn't it be nicer to find a warm place to catch the rays in her pelt? Jamilah STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Wonders how the cats she helped in the past are doing Major Events Event: Bruises are gone Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Asks Currentkit how she's doing (+)
- Can't stand Cherriberry (---) alone
Event : Ragwort
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : She can't ask a warrior to suffer through this patrol. Jamilah is pleased with her harvest, but is less happy with the taste of the foul herb in her mouth as she carries it home. Chased a gaggle of kits from the healer's den Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Tells Leopardcry that she respects the queen greatly (+++)
- Heard a rumor about Hatchhusk (---)
- Is upset when Willowmouse leaves her least-favorite prey. (--) with Hatchhusk
Event : Lore lesson
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Amberdapple quizzes Hatchhusk to recount stories and their morals. He does a great job remembering most of them as they collect juniper and oak. Wishes he was still in his nest... Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Thinks Jamilah is strange (-) with Amberdapple
Event : Lore lesson
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Amberdapple quizzes Hatchhusk to recount stories and their morals. He does a great job remembering most of them as they collect juniper and oak. Saw a weird farm animal she didn't recognize Patrol: Border Relationships - Greets Golddusk
- Has a mock battle with Beechkit (++) with Auburncreek, Duskfeather
Event : Pawprints
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Lilacshade sees pawprints in the mud. It turns out they were Auburncreek's... that's a bit embarassing. Patrol: Training Relationships - Is talking to Amberdapple (+)
- Promises he'll always look out for Leopardcry (+++) with Hawkheart, Daisytuft
Event : Family
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's been a long time since Rindlestripe had the excuse to visit with his kits. They've grown so much, warriors now. It's a special moment, where they don't worry about hunting or training, just catching up and spending time walking the territory together. Even the drizzle can't dull this moment. Tries to explain a twoleg object, but can't find the right words Patrol: Border Relationships - Heckles BurdockClan warriors at a gathering with Jamilah (+++)
- Is glad Auburncreek is around (+++) with Forestfreckle, Fogshard
Event : Large dog
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They run into a large dog in the orchard, but they don't have enough cats to cover all the sides. Still, they try their best to lead it away, leapfrogging between trees... until Fogshard trusts a branch that gives way beneath him, and isn't quick enough to escape the dog's jaws. Cherriberry STATUS: NURSING || @open Criticizes Lilacshade Patrol: NURSING Relationships - Thinks Marshkit was polite today (+)
- Saves Dapplekit's favorite prey just to see her face light up (+++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Major Events Event: Runny nose is gone Patrol: Training Relationships - Had an argument with Hatchhusk (--)
- Lets Pheasantkit whine about her runny nose to him and sympathizes with her (+++) with Blizzardpaw
Event : Talking
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's just as important to know how to talk to other Clan's cats as it is to fight them. But Blizzardkit isn't very interested and brushes off Cloverfur's lesson. Blue STATUS: BROKEN BACK || OPEN Is smiling at Golddusk Patrol: INJURED Relationships - Turned to Willowmouse for help, but the elder was too busy (---)
- Thinks Blazekit is cute (+++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is buried under a mound of kittens Patrol: NURSING Relationships - Thinks Blizzardpaw is considerate (+)
- Is upset after something Hawkheart said (-) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is looking forward to the day Major Events Event: Fogshard dies on patrol Patrol: Border Relationships - Hangs out with Blue in the healer's den (+) with Forestfreckle, Wildclove
Event : Large dog
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They run into a large dog in the orchard, but they don't have enough cats to cover all the sides. Still, they try their best to lead it away, leapfrogging between trees... until Fogshard trusts a branch that gives way beneath him, and isn't quick enough to escape the dog's jaws. Has a coughing fit after inhaling a feather Patrol: Border Relationships - Thinks Hawkheart is kinder than he assumed (++) with Duststep, Fawnstar
Event : BurdockClan scent
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : This trespass will not be tolerated, especially not during a war! The PlumClan patrol crosses the river and spreads plenty of PlumClan scent on the BurdockClan side, ruining the clearly marked border line in a mess of scent and mud. Snuck around the orchards to watch twolegs Patrol: Border Relationships - Covered for Rindlestripe on patrol (++) with Golddusk, Fawnstar
Event : BurdockClan scent
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : This trespass will not be tolerated, especially not during a war! The PlumClan patrol crosses the river and spreads plenty of PlumClan scent on the BurdockClan side, ruining the clearly marked border line in a mess of scent and mud. Sighs as he's roped into kitsitting yet again Patrol: Training Relationships - Talks with Cloverfur with Rindlestripe, Daisytuft
Event : Family
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's been a long time since Rindlestripe had the excuse to visit with his kits. They've grown so much, warriors now. It's a special moment, where they don't worry about hunting or training, just catching up and spending time walking the territory together. Even the drizzle can't dull this moment. Is feeling underappreciated... Patrol: Training Relationships - Is surprised Cloverfur's life is more complicated than she thought (+++) with Hawkheart, Rindlestripe
Event : Family
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's been a long time since Rindlestripe had the excuse to visit with his kits. They've grown so much, warriors now. It's a special moment, where they don't worry about hunting or training, just catching up and spending time walking the territory together. Even the drizzle can't dull this moment. Thought she smelled BurdockClan on their side of the creek Patrol: Border Relationships - Hopes Quickshade knows how grateful she is that she's PlumClan's medicine cat (++) with Lilacshade, Duskfeather
Event : Pawprints in the mud
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Lilacshade sees pawprints in the mud. It turns out they were Auburncreek's... that's a bit embarassing. Patrol: Border Relationships - Shares prey with Rindlestripe (++) with Wildclove, Fogshard
Event : Large dog
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They run into a large dog in the orchard, but they don't have enough cats to cover all the sides. Still, they try their best to lead it away, leapfrogging between trees... until Fogshard trusts a branch that gives way beneath him, and isn't quick enough to escape the dog's jaws. Patrol: Training Relationships - Bickers about something trivial with Rindlestripe with Cloverfur
Event : Speaking
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's just as important to know how to talk to other Clan's cats as it is to fight them. But Blizzardkit isn't very interested and brushes off Cloverfur's lesson. Saw a twoleg very early in the morning Patrol: RETIRED Relationships - Joins a game as Pumpkinkit runs up to her yowling that she's the greatest warrior. The kit squeals in delight as Willowmouse rolls over in surrender (++)
- Notices Blue being helpful (++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Never says please or thank you - Discusses the upcoming war with Cloverfur (+++) Event : Things
Choice : Things
Outcome : Things - Thinks Cloverfur is cool (+) Event : Things
Choice : Things
Outcome : Things - Is impressed by Fogshard's confidence (+++) Event : Things
Choice : Things
Outcome : Things Knows Bumblekit will be a great Clanmate one day - Saves Bristlekit some of her prey, remembering what Bristlekit's favorite was (+++) Event : Things
Choice : Things
Outcome : Things Kitekit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Knows Crookedkit will be a good warrior one day - Thinks Blizzardpaw is helpful (+) Event : Things
Choice : Things
Outcome : Things Is surprised to be walking in the stars Major Events Event: Is taken by a hawk :( - Event : Things
Choice : Things
Outcome : Things Pumpkinkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Hunts flies - Tells Fogshard to count on him if camp is invaded (+++) Event : Things
Choice : Things
Outcome : Things Marshkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is talking in her sleep - Clears up a misunderstanding with Blue (+) Event : Things
Choice : Things
Outcome : Things Blazekit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Thinks Currentkit doesn't like him - Pretends to fight badgers with Bristlekit (++) Event : Things
Choice : Things
Outcome : Things Fallowkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is running around camp like a whirlwind - Enjoys Daisytuft's company (+++) Event : Things
Choice : Things
Outcome : Things Bumblekit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Tells Auburncreek a fact about snails, and another, and another... - Steals parts of Rindlestripe's nest (--) Event : Things
Choice : Things
Outcome : Things - Is impressed by Marshkit's cleverness (++) Event : Things
Choice : Things
Outcome : Things Bristlekit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Thinks Crookedkit will be a good warrior one day - Doesn't trust Jamilah to give her herbs for her tummy (-) Event : Things
Choice : Things
Outcome : Things Is asking what horses eat to get so big Major Events Event: Catches a runny nose - Bickered with Marshkit Event : Things
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Post by 🎄tansypool🪿 on Aug 22, 2024 14:16:16 GMT -5
Name:CarnationKit
Name change: (none)
Desc: A chocolate tabby she-cat with white markings and pale green eyes. She is fearless and will wander aimlessly into danger. She has a large imagination and will come up with wild stories. She is very friendly and cares a lot for her clanmates.
tansypool
I understand that my cats will eventually die during the course of the game. I understand that while I may influence my character's actions and relationships, the game's random events will ultimately decide my cat's fate.
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Post by 🎄tansypool🪿 on Aug 22, 2024 14:58:45 GMT -5
lol just realized she died!//  |
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Post by Brownie on Aug 22, 2024 15:51:16 GMT -5
lol just realized she died!// :trance: She did ;-; also forms go on the forms page, this page is only for roleplay replies ]] |
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Demiromantic
Local Sugar Addict
boragesky
You can be Alice, I'll be the Mad Hatter.
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Post by boragesky on Aug 22, 2024 15:58:28 GMT -5
PHEASANTKIT
[ Is asking what horses eat to get so big? - Runny Nose ]
" I was never cut out for Prom Queen " (- Prom Queen by Beach Bunny)
Pheasantkit slowly awoke, her eyes gleaming like always.
But something wasn't right.
She rubbed her paw at her nose, which was when she realized: she had a runny nose! What a terrible thing to wake up to on this early Newleaf morning! She turned to Marshkit, who was muttering in her sleep. She then thought up of an idea to talk about!
She nudged Marshkit awake. She blinked at her. "What do horses eat to get so big?" she asked her. She then grumbled at her, telling her to stop with the inquisitivity. Pheasantkit hissed at her, and the two engaged in a bickering match. After a few minutes, Pheasantkit then stormed off. She rubbed her nose again, preventing it from leaking.
She was angry about it. Really angry about it. She just wanted to complain all about it to someone! ... But who? She then turned around, and laid eyes on Cloverfur. She marched her way over to him and sat next to him.
"Cloverfur!" she squeaked. "Why is my nose so runny? It's so annoying! I have to rub it every few-" she paused to rub her nose. "... seconds!"
[ OOC - This poor child has a runny nose while there's WAR HAPPENING. ]
[ INTERACTION - Marshkit -> Cloverfur (Dew) ] |
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Post by 🎄tansypool🪿 on Aug 22, 2024 17:16:01 GMT -5
lol just realized she died!// She did ;-; also forms go on the forms page, this page is only for roleplay replies ]] sry lol im dumb |
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Post by asrise on Aug 22, 2024 23:21:28 GMT -5
Hatchhusk Herb Gathering - Lore lesson The rains of newleaf had begun to wash away the long leaf-bare, but PlumClan’s luck had far from improved. If it had been a long time since they had known tragedy, it seemed they knew it far too much now. Hatchhusk squirmed in his nest, half-asleep. When Havenspots had taken his place in StarClan, Amberdapple had told him that he should get used to death, as a medicine cat. If only I knew just how true that was.
He’d barely had time to grieve for Havenspots before Wildclove and Forestfreckle returned with the horrible news that Fogshard had been killed by the large dog that had been seen around the borders for some time now… and if the death of an experienced warrior like Fogshard wasn’t terrible enough, a hawk had carried off young Carnationkit. He didn’t admit it out loud, but that really got to Hatchhusk. I can’t believe it. StarClan themselves led me to save that kit! Why would they take away her life so quickly after saving it? It was enough to shake his faith, even if he was a medicine cat. How could life be so cruel, especially for a kit that had already been snatched from the jaws of death once?
So he slept. Slept while the warriors anxiously talked of the dog on the territory, or when they bristled at the news that BurdockClan had declared war on them. Hatchhusk enjoyed his duties thoroughly and didn’t neglect them, but he hardly interacted with anyone other than the medicine cats. Really just Amberdapple, though. Quickshade was a bit prickly, and Jamilah was… strange. He didn’t feel like facing everyone else, not with so many deaths… and especially not now that they were at war. Hatchhusk remembered Rindlestripe telling him he was half-BurdockClan, after all. He shivered. Does everyone else know that? What if they start looking at me funny? Or don’t trust me to cure them? What about Hawkheart, or Daisytuft?
But one day, his isolation in the medicine den was broken by Amberdapple calling him out for a patrol. Yes. I suppose the herbs are starting to grow by now. Hatchhusk thought, following her out of the camp. Herbs were now growing more abundant, and they picked off new oak leaves and juniper berries to restock the resource starved medicine den. Amberdapple broke the silence, asking him about the many stories that she had shared with him during the long, boring days of leaf-bare. Every one of them seems to have had a moral to them… Hatchhusk recalled as he repeated them back to her. “I did remember that one… What’s another story? Give me a hard one this time.” He purred, nipping off a clump of juniper berries.
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Post by asrise on Aug 23, 2024 8:30:23 GMT -5
Lilacshade Border patrol - Pawprints with Auburncreek and Duskfeather “There you go, Beechkit!” Lilacshade purred as the growing kit tackled her, climbing onto her back. Beechkit was one of the older kits… he’d be an apprentice soon. And the way things were going, it was important he knew how to fight young. She’d agreed to play fight with him today, but the senior warrior made sure to add in some more serious moves. It seemed Beechkit understood the severity of the situation PlumClan was in. Well, more than the other kits, at least.
Lilacshade wasn’t sure how long this war would last, but she was ready to fight. Of course those BurdockClan fox-hearts would declare war the moment we stood up to their prey-stealing! If there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was playing the victim. And that’s exactly what BurdockClan is doing. Well, I’ll give them something to really feel bad about! Maybe that’s why Duskfeather is on this patrol. Auburncreek and I would be all too happy to cross the border and teach them a lesson! Lilacshade padded around the border with Duskfeather and Auburncreek, stopping only to glance at a strange animal on the farm before approaching the border with BurdockClan.
“Stop!” Lilacshade meowed suddenly. There were pawprints right across the border! An intruder must be about! She put her nose down and followed them… right into Auburncreek. “Ah. Never mind then.” The molly grumbled, looking away from the young warrior. They continued their patrol, not catching the sights of another cat along the way before they returned to camp.
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I know Hatch isn't technically grieving, but the loss of a best friend is a big thing for him.
