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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2018 19:14:42 GMT -5
The queen continued her barrage of the younger tom's underbelly, laughter and joy seemed to pour from her as she worked carefully and playfully. Looking up when her mate joined in with her antics, Dawnwatcher laughed as the usually solemn deputy coninued to tickle their son half to death. Sitting up with a pant abruptly, having grown tired from even the slightest amount of energy excursion. Looking down at her paws, flanks heaving with the effort of catching her breath but continued to watch her mate and son with a great amount of laughter.
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Dizney
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Post by Dizney on May 30, 2018 20:06:56 GMT -5
Firestorm felt his face flush slightly at the praise from his son, but he just simply chuckled and nodded. "I've had a few failures in my short time," he said calmly. " I almost lost the eyesight in my left eye because of a hawk that tried to get me when I was an apprentice. That's how I got this scar," he explained.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2018 20:24:32 GMT -5
A purr came from the young shecat as she heard her mate's humble talk of his achievements, the pride came from the queen in waves as she listened to the pair, grinning to herself at the awe in her sons eyes. She caught her breath well enough, but leaned against her mate more for support and the enjoyment of her mates touch than it was from need to help keep herself on her paws.
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Dizney
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Post by Dizney on May 30, 2018 20:49:33 GMT -5
Firestorm looked at his mate as she leaned up against him, and he pressed his nose into her cheek lovingly for a moment before turning back to Honeywhisker. "Quite a few," he bragged, purring. "I almost left him without a wing!" He looked back at his mate, licking her head.
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Dizney
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Post by Dizney on May 31, 2018 8:50:48 GMT -5
Firestorm chuckled and gently batted at his son's ear. "It might seem cool now, but at the time, it was terrifying," he said honestly. "It's important to know the important lessons that scars teach us. To remember to watch every angle around you, to always judge an opponent's moves..." He flicked his tail. "They can teach us a lot."
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 1, 2018 0:41:28 GMT -5
The formerly rotund leader lay sprawled on his side silently within the confines of his den, the slow rise and fall of his side the only sign the gray and white cat still breathed. Sickness hung heavy in the stagnant air, though leaf-bare had left, Toadstar's illness had not yet left with it. It had hailed a heavy concern on the clan, this without the knowledge the relatively young leader had lost a slew of lives to the sickness even starclan seemed unable to expel from his body. That remained a secret between the leader and the Medicine cats, fearing panic among the clan. The only relief that had come to light was that it seemed it wasn't spreading widely beyond the leader, though a few had been lost over leaf-bare. Even so the loss of life had greatly sorrowed the leader moreso than his own lives that were quickly running out. Soon, the sickly body rolled to his stomach, a soft groan escaping the ailing cat's maw as he lay his head on his paws, mossy green eyes staring dully at the opening to his den, perhaps taking in the sight of the clan he could see from his den among the trees that loomed over the camp from their water-y grave that Toadstar soon believed would be his own. With new-leaf here, he knew the clan would soon have to leave to the mountain camp to survive the rising waters, but he felt uncertain he could make the journey. Even so, he knew the deputies he had chosen were capable of seeing the clan there safely in the worst case scenario and perhaps that brought some comfort to the tom who felt a millenia older than his mere thirty-two moons.
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Post by Sand on Jun 1, 2018 10:03:51 GMT -5
[[ Apologies for not being around the past two days, I’ve had a problem with my medical condition thanks to a medication and it’s causing an allergic reaction.
I’ll be on later today to roleplay. ]]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2018 14:45:02 GMT -5
(hope you're doing ok sand )
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Post by Detoxx on Jun 1, 2018 19:13:21 GMT -5
(Hiya! Just wanted to let you guys know I have two cats that are available for relations. c: One is 17 moons, and is a Savannah cat, the other is 8 moons and is a Somali cat, russet colored. If anyone is interested at all in possibly an uncle or even cousins, siblings, let me know! ^D^)
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Post by Sand on Jun 1, 2018 20:57:59 GMT -5
. MISTYTHROAT - - } | Little meow meow location: medicine cat den -> leader's denMistythroat's odd-eyes shifted intently and gradually through piles of herbs as his paws dug through each set as he grew thwarted. After the unrelenting leaf-bare and sickness that had taken several cats from the clan, the medicine cat's stockpile was, bit by bit, growing full each day. That, in his mind, was important for it might hold an antidote to Toadstar's illness which was causing the young leader to turn fragile. Being quite unsure of what combinations of herbs and poultices were and weren't working frustrated the long-furred feline. There had to be something that could alleviate the illness, even if it was a temporary fix.
Once he had finished digging for some poppyseeds and a smaller bundle of herbs, the white tomcat picked them up gingerly before packing them into his maw for safe keeping. He padded out of the medicine cat's den and made his way to Toadstar's den, expecting that the leader would be asleep. Within a short walk, he was standing outside of the leader's den which only reminded Mistythroat of the illness that Toadstar was suffering from. It wasn't that he pitied the tom, he was simply bothered by the fact it was still taking its toll on him.
Nevermind that; there was imperative work to be done and it had to be successful. At least for two dawns.
"Toadstar?" the white-furred medicine cat meowed, lowering his voice before raising it. "May I enter? I have something for you."
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 1, 2018 21:12:22 GMT -5
The some-what young leader had nearly dozed into yet another sleep, his need for rest having only increased with his unyielding illness and yet he always worried another life would escape him were he to allow the gentle embrace of unconsciousness to take him. It was the call of the medicine cat that pulled him from his drifting, weakly shaking his head to banish it and rouse his mind from the stupor. He feared even his mind was beginning to weaken from the strain his illness had put on him, perhaps that frightened him more than the toll taken on his body. Toadstar couldn't help wishing and pleading to starclan itself that if he was to go out this way, that he could at least hold onto his mind until the very last moment for the sake of the clan or even more so himself. He'd seen cats fall to madness, and that was a fate the sickly leader wanted no part of.
Nevertheless, gathering his wits, he soon went about responding to the snow white cat that awaited outside his den. "Yes, Mistythroat, come in." the white and gray cat managed to croak out hoarsely, shifting slightly in an attempt to present himself with some dignity despite the state of his well-being. A part of him felt he should at least look like a leader no matter the case, and all the more, he felt he owed it to the Medicine cat who had struggled well over leaf-bare with the ill and continued working tirelessly for the leader himself.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2018 21:13:05 GMT -5
(would anyone like to rp?)
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Post by Skyheart on Jun 1, 2018 21:47:02 GMT -5
Emberbreeze tensed, settling into the grass, blending in with the thick, brown bramble and grey grass. The leaves ahead of her rattled slightly, a mouse coming into view, holding a small seed. she took another step forward, her paw carefully testing the wet ground before putting her full weight on it. Then another step, and another. She paused as it turned to look her direction, it's ears turning around wildly. Wind softly blew through the open grass, making it dance and revealing her hiding spot. Emberbreeze lunged forward, throwing her long, thin legs behind her and launching herself at the mouse, grasping it in her jaws. She padded into the camp, dropped two birds and a mouse into the freshkill pile.
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 1, 2018 22:25:39 GMT -5
That afternoon, Shadowtooth sat perched at the entrance of camp, her green eyes sharply focused outwards. Despite the generally peaceful living of the camp, she seemed ready to pounce at a moments notice, her expression held in a harsh concentration. When Emberbreeze padded on in, the pure black she-cat had offered only a slight dip of her head in greeting to the hunter, though her eyes never turned to meet the pale brown cat. Her posture remained rigid, As she stared coldly ahead, her long thin tail curled lightly over her paws, the tip giving an occasional twitch as a sign she was more than a statue. Starclan knew the she-cat would sit there in silence until he collapsed and died well before she'd ever leave her duties without express permission. Perhaps that was the kind of drive that made her a fighter.
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Post by Sand on Jun 1, 2018 22:55:05 GMT -5
. MISTYTHROAT - - } | Little meow meow accompanied by ; Toadstar location ; leader's den
The hoarse croak in Toadstar's voice was concerning, to say the least. The several deaths over leaf-bare from a terrible sickness were the least of his worries, especially when the leader suddenly grew ill. At the time, Mistythroat thought it would be a lesser strain of the sickness that took lives, but over time, the white and grey bi-color tom's state grew feeble to the point that it was similar to an old, frail leader on their last life.
Despite the signs of sickness, the medicine cat (on his own) had yet to find a cure, possibly an antidote of sorts for Toadstar. There had been bits and pieces of improvement though it soon faded away into an empty abyss of skepticism for the long-furred male again. It was apart of his nature, after all; albeit a feeling he could not shake. That in itself was a rarity for Mistythroat.
Making his way in, his odd colored eyes flickered from the den's setting then towards Toadstar, who was trying to present himself with dignity. He knew that was one of the very last things the leader should be doing, but he didn't dare comment. It was something he would bring up later, not in a moment like this. He carefully dropped the set of herbs he had carried to the leader's den before speaking. "I suppose I should be honest with you," the white feline began, turning around briefly to check the den's entrance for eavesdroppers. He then faced his leader. "I've decided that there's a possible poultice that may help you in some ways, Toadstar, but I cannot be sure. You're becoming fragile quicker and finding something to help you temporarily may be our best hope until we can consult with the other medicine cats."
Taking a short, deep breath, Mistythroat's gaze was set on the leader, who was no longer rotound yet reminded the medicine cat of how he had put others before himself in the relentless leaf-bare they had surpassed with hardship following. "I can understand if you would rather stick to the usual protocol if we do discuss different options," he mewed, dipping his head respectfully. "Other than that, I have to ask; how do you feel?"
"How do you feel?" was the question Mistythroat despised asking most. He knew the answer yet it felt like a question he had to ask, just to make sure things were okay, at the very least. He couldn't ask for more nor could he ask for less.
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 2, 2018 0:10:16 GMT -5
Toadstar could find only little comfort in the fact he had started with nine lives, eight more than the common cat, that in itself being the only reason he still breathed. Even in his wildest dreams, he never imagined what even he had only believed a minor illness world turn into something even starclan themselves couldn't seem to strip from his ailing body. How many lives had he lost now? Four, maybe five? More than he liked to think about and under the circumstances, he couldn't help but feel frustration at himself, the waste and drain he was forcing on the clan with his own feebleness. Even so, he had struggled to remain positive even through the worst and felt grateful that he had both a talented Medicine Cat and the aid of two fine deputies to keep things under control.
Were the worst to happen, he knew the clan would live on without him, though such a thought was perhaps a dark one from a cat of his age. Perhaps the sickness was truly beginning to wear on him, it was no surprise that the continued loss was a heavy strain on the leader. He was but one cat all the same as any other, but perhaps it was his dedication to the clan and respect for Mistythroat's determination that he held out hope.
As the Medicine cat began speaking, the gray and white cat bore his acknowledgement with a light twitch of his ears, a small glimmer of gratitude present in his green eyes. It was that ever care, even to preventing the clan's knowledge of this, that made Mistythroat so very trust worthy and Toadstar knew with certainty he could count on the white cat to remain careful and vigilant. "Dire as the circumstances are, I doubt the poultice could do me any harm. I'm sure it wont kill me any faster." The latter comment had a tone of humor, perhaps the weakened cat unwilling to let go the more playful aspect of himself even in the worst. As unnerving as his impending death may have been, he wouldn't allow grief and terror to consume him. "Besides, I trust you whole-heartedly. If there is a chance of it helping, even if it is but slowing, I'll accept it willingly."
Nevertheless, though he focused his intent on listening to Mistythroat, he couldn't ignore the hazy blanket that consumed his thoughts. "I'll leave matters of that nature to your finer judgement, Mistythroat. I fear my mind is no longer as reliable as it once was." He soon admitted, a light chill running the length of his spine, though he offered a weak chuckle as if there could somehow be humor in his plight. "As for my well-being..." The tom paused as his expression softening to something of a more somber bearing, his tail strung limply out to the side whilst the tip offered only the slightest twitch once in a while. "I wish I could say I were gaining strength rather than losing it." The discomfort only seemed to grow as days passed, from the aching that had consumed each limb and erupted into painful spasms from time to time to fire that seemed to burn away his insides and force the bile to rise to his throat. His declining weight, perhaps bearing some responsibility to the sad fact his stomach seemed unwilling to accept a meal willingly. If anything it seemed everyday bore a new symptom, something new to hamper even a moment of comfort.
With exhaustion forcing the leader's shoulders to sag, he caved only enough to allow his head rest upon his paws once more, though his gaze remained pinned on the cat before him. "But I pray in this mess you've taken time to care for yourself, this clan would be in far worse shape without you." he soon added, something of a purr rumbling through his throat like gravel.
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Dizney
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Post by Dizney on Jun 2, 2018 9:45:56 GMT -5
(( Sorry for the lack or replies, it's been a ROUGH day lol )) Firestorm chuckled and nudged Honeywhisker gently, shaking his head. "You're a fine warrior, Honeywhisker," he purred. "You could never disappoint me, or the Clan. You work so hard for us, and I'm not the only one who sees it."
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Post by Falconwing on Jun 2, 2018 10:25:11 GMT -5
Creeksong had been relaxing next to the warriors den when she noticed her sister returning to the camp with prey clutched in her jaws. Perking up her ears and raising her head the she-cat called out to Emberbreeze. "Emberbreeze", she said trying to get her sister attention. The lean dappled she-cat had a close relationship with her sister and if she had it her way she would do everything with Emberbreeze. Just in case the warrior didn't hear her, Creeksong rose to her paws and quickly trotted over to her. "Hey, hows prey running?", she asked curiously having seen the two birds and the mouse that Emberbreeze dropped on to the freshkill pile.
(Anyone wanna join Wildfire on a patrol?)
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 2, 2018 22:09:03 GMT -5
(You're free to yoink Honeywhisker or Shadowtooth, Falcon ovo They're both of ranks that join patrols so )
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Post by Sand on Jun 2, 2018 22:30:27 GMT -5
. MISTYTHROAT - - } | Little meow meow accompanied by ; Toadstar location ; leader's den
Mistythroat was not astounded by Toadstar's beginning words as they carried a bit of humor which made the medicine cat feel more at ease with the way he had delivered the news. Though skepticism still skulked in the shadows and he couldn't help but wonder if the other medicine cat would agree upon their terms. A mrrow of amusement bubbled in the male's throat, finding the leader's humor light hearted as if the illness he was facing was like nothing but a sudden gust of wind. His playful side was, remarkably so, still there. It gave the white male a sense of relief along with hope.
"You? Dying any faster? Please, Toadstar; it seems that you are toughing this out too well," the medicine cat meowed in amusement, doing his best to keep some light humor in his tone.
The leader's after comment did made the long-furred feline feel indebted to the white and grey tom before him. He was beyond thankful to know such an accepting cat especially when his death was, unfortunately, inevitable. It marred like a flesh wound that made him aware of how its healing would take more time than he would like to admit. "Thank you, though I don't feel that thank you is enough," Mistythroat mewed, his odd colored eyes trembling slightly but stilled within seconds. "If it does help but is rather slow, you must let me know in any way you can. You are suffering enough, I truly do not wish to put you through more agony than you've already endured."
Was the leader's mind becoming unreliable, had he truly began to lose his cognizance? If he was, then something had to be done for that issue as well. The feline was not overwhelmed, but the concern of Toadstar's health was becoming preeminent. Something had to be done soon if not quicker. "Toadstar, I will be sure to find something, anything... to help with your mind along with something for your strength," the white tom declared while his gaze examined the bi-color male before him.
Losing weight, being unable to hardly move, eat... It was becoming so clear that Toadstar's system would not have the strength to survive. For all he, Mistythroat, knew -- the amount of time left for the leader was decreasing at a rate he could not deduct and that petrified him. "Of course I've been doing so," he medicine cat proclaimed before taking a moment of silence. Had he? He assumed so, though in reality, he hadn't taken a single moment to think or question his well-being. "It may be a mess, Toadstar, but a mess like this... There's an answer to it and the determination to finding it is deep."
I just hope and promise that I can give you the answer before it's too late.
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 2, 2018 23:11:44 GMT -5
A soft chuckle rumbled in the ailing cat's throat at the humorous return from Mistythroat, perhaps recalling the many times he had been told of his stubbornness. It simply wasn't in his nature to fall apart in anything but a display of light-hearted comments and unconcerned mannerisms. "I like to think so." He eventually replied with an snort in jest. If he would be dying regardless, he wanted the relief of his dear clanmates never having to worry they hadn't done enough. Especially in the case of the hard working medicine cat, he could only imagine how difficult it had to be for ones tasked with healing to be unable to prevent a death, though such things could not always be helped. "You offer me more gratitude than I deserve, Mistythroat." He purred, offering what comfort he could in the soft action, his eyes, though tired, still resting firmly on the fluffy white cat before him. "Rest assured, I'll tell you all I can, I hardly wish to make your work any harder." even as those words left his mouth, a small smile began to cross his lips as if he had more to say in jest, "Pah, Suffering, why, I eat suffering for my dawn meal."
Even so, the growing fear of his mind's weakening was doing little for the lingering stress -- and perhaps he couldn't help his disdain at feeling like an increasing burden. As a leader, his duty was absolute, to care for the clan and lead it, and yet he found himself slipping further and further away from what had once seemed so simple task. "I'd be grateful, though it is with remorse I must continue piling such concerns on your head." His ears drooped ever so slightly, though he struggled to keep the sentiment from sombering his expression. Toadstar couldn't help looking unconvinced for a moment, as if unsure the Medicine cat was truly caring for his own well being but whether out of trust or exhaustion, he didn't voice it with argument. It would be hard for anyone to care for themselves with as much dedication as Mistythroat offered. There was a reason the long white furred cat was the medicine cat after all. "I'd expect nothing less from you, but I pray starclan may lend them your aid before you work yourself right to the bone." He paused with a faint sound of amusement, exhaustion seeming to catch up with the weary tom, "Starclan knows this clan would be at a terrible loss without you most of all."
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