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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2018 21:35:10 GMT -5
Amberwing jolted in surprise, brought out from her thoughts at Frostpaw's touch. She looked at Nettlefang, who nodded gently, and stood. "It's a good idea. Life won't pause for us because Icestar is gone." Her tail brushed over Amberwing's back, and the smaller she-cat nodded slowly, standing as well. "Alright. Do you want to pick where we hunt?" She made an attempt at her usual cheer, brightening her tone of voice weakly as she looked over at her apprentice.
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Post by mayonnaise on Jul 14, 2018 21:37:47 GMT -5
Finchclaw has been sitting outside the warrior den, facing the medicine cat den where his leader was held as he waited for any news. The whole clan was anxious as they knew the condition their old leader was in and as much as he hated to admit it himself, it looked like Icestar wasn't going to make it through the day. Seeing Herbwhisker emerge from the den, the brown tabby tom's ears perked up and he listened silently to what the medicine cat said. Sure enough, Icestar was now hunting with StarClan. The warrior dipped his head and closed his eyes, taking a few moments to grieve for the leader. Rest peacefully, Icestar. He'd been with the clan for a long time and had been a good leader.
Mothpaw was crouched near the little spring, shivering in the cold and her tail quivering anxiously as she waited for Herbwhisker. The medicine cat finally appeared and upon hearing the news, Mothpaw's face fell. She cowered closer to the ground, looking smaller as she dipped her head respectfully. She didn't know the leader that well but she respected him and depended on him, of course.
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Post by zoneoftruth on Jul 14, 2018 21:38:54 GMT -5
Crowheart nodded, “Of course. I was just about to find you for just that.” Well, at least that had been simple. “I’m sorry for being unable to do so recently.” He added, “Let’s head out while the snow is still light enough to not bury us alive.” Starting towards the bramble tunnel.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 14, 2018 21:44:28 GMT -5
“Of course,” Turtlestep said, nodding before going into the medicine den. The scent of sickness was thick, and the tom held in a gag. He had been in there or too long ago with his own bout of greencough, and was lucky to fight it with his older age. He bent down and picked up Icestar by the scruff, then looked to Herbwisker.
Snailpaw heard the news from in front of the apprentice den, and his claws dig into the ground. How could this have happened? How many lives did the sickness take from him. His heart lurched, but he shook his head to clear any bad thoughts. No time to grieve right now; they could do that tonight. He flicked his tail, then found Finchclaw and walked over to him. “Can we train or something?” he asked rather bluntly, staring at his mentor expectantly.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 14, 2018 21:44:53 GMT -5
Frostpaw looked down at her paws, then nodded slowly. "Yes please." She murmured politely, knowing that the grief would be thick for awhile. Looking back up at her mentor, she blinked and let out a soft comforting purr, trying to encourage her mentor to cheer up a bit.
Silverheart got up and walked over to Mothpaw, settling next to her small shivering apprentice, licking the kit's, to her at least, ear. Roughly purring, she touched her nose to Mothpaw's cheek. "You seem cold. I know this is a shock, the death of a leader is rare to see. However Shaleclaw will make us a strong clan again, and he'll be the one to give you your warrior name. Just think about that and the future, and warm up a little child.'
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Post by Briarpelt on Jul 14, 2018 21:46:20 GMT -5
Beetlepaw nodded enthusiastically, surprised he had actually asked at an appropriate time. He had been worried that his mentor could have been too troubled by the death of Icestar to even consider training. "Thanks." He bounded out of camp, eager to escape the solemn atmosphere. His paws felt frozen within a few minutes of exiting camp. "Why can't leaf-bare just be warm?" he groaned.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 14, 2018 21:48:49 GMT -5
Herbwhisker pushed under Icestar's side and helped carry him outside through the dispersing crowd. Settling the leader's body on the ground, he touched his nose to Icestar's cheek, sighing softly. He couldn't stay, much like most of the clan was going off to start the day. The death was a bad way to wake up but the clan had to go on for their sake. Getting to his paws, he nodded his thanks to Turtlestep then headed back to his den. He needed to clear out the smell and reorganize his herbs, he was getting low now, but it seemed like warm air was on the way.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2018 21:53:59 GMT -5
"Alright, let's go." Nettlefang got Amberwing moving with a sweep of her long tail, and the she-cat nodded as she walked at her apprentices side out through the bramble barrier of their camp, out into the snowy wilderness. She walked slowly, nervous of falling through again. Last time she had hunted in snow, she had pounced on prey that was standing on a hollow patch of snow, and had fallen through to the bottom, left to eventually be dug out by Turtlestep and Silverheart, and then went home to a tongue-lashing from her worried sister. "Careful not to get stuck in a drift again." Nettlefang called back to them, remembering the admittedly rather amusing incident as well.
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Post by zoneoftruth on Jul 14, 2018 21:54:03 GMT -5
Crowheart quickly followed, purring with amusement at his apprentice. “Well now, there’s no changing how leaf-bare is, unfortunately. Besides, you can’t grow if you never face hardships.” Ignoring the cold himself as he caught up with Beetlepaw.
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Post by Briarpelt on Jul 14, 2018 21:58:24 GMT -5
"I guess so," Beetlepaw admitted, before continuing. "But then there'd be no snow, more prey, and not as much green cough." This brought Icestar's death even more to mind, and silently called himself a mouse brain for mentioning the illness.
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Post by mayonnaise on Jul 14, 2018 21:58:24 GMT -5
Finchclaw raised his head, seeing Snailpaw approach, and the tom slowly rose to his paws. "Yes, of course." He meowed, twitching his tail decisively. The apprentice could probably use something to get his mind off of Icestar's passing. He began to lead the way to bramble tunnel and upon seeing Crowheart leaving with his own apprentice he lengthened his stride to catch up. "Mind if we join you, Crowheart?" He meowed, thinking that being around his denmate might cheer Snailpaw up.
Mothpaw leaned into the older she-cat's fur with a weak purr, looking up at her with wide eyes. Her mother had died while she was still young and she was delighted when she'd been given the kind, motherly warrior as a mentor. She liked to imagine that's what her mother had been like. "You think Shaleclaw will lead the clan as well as Icestar did?" She asked hopefully. She'd fantasized standing before the mightly leader and receiving her warrior name, making him proud that she'd turned out to be a skilled member of the clan.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 14, 2018 22:01:58 GMT -5
Snailpaw quickly padded behind his mentor, happy to get out of camp. He saw Crowheart and Beetlepaw heading out as well, and after Finchclaw was finished speaking, he looked teasingly at his brother. “Whatever we end up doing, I’m sure I’ll end up beating you,” he said, puffing out his chest.
((btw I think beetlepaw’s info says he’s 25 moons?? edit: I just saw you fixed it lol whoops))
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 14, 2018 22:03:54 GMT -5
Turtlestep nodded to Herbwhisker, then watched the tom go back to husband den before coming back out to the clearing. He saw apprentices and their mentors start to leave for training and smiled to himself. The Clan would run smoothly after Icestar’s death - they would be just as strong when Shaleclaw becomes leader tonight.
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Post by zoneoftruth on Jul 14, 2018 22:04:43 GMT -5
Crowheart closed his eyes for a moment, pushing back his grief once more before saying, “Yes, but that is out of our control Beetlepaw.” He turned as he heard the approach of another through the bramble, spotting Flinchclaw. He responded, “I have no protest to it, so if that’s what you wish.” Turning back towards Beetlepaw again.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 14, 2018 22:05:26 GMT -5
Frostpaw noticed the other warriors and apprentices and glanced at Amberwing with hopeful eyes. "Maybe we can join the other apprentices and their mentors for a bit? I might be a little too dangerous to be out in the snow storm all alone, and we can practice in the snow together instead of getting a bunch of different lessons." She offered quickly, remembering Amberfang's little ordeal with the snow hole.
Silverheart purred roughly, licking Mothpaw's ears again "Of course. Icestar was a very wise tom, he knew what he was doing when he made Shaleclaw his deputy. We'll have some tough days ahead of us, we lost many cats this leaf bare, but I know new leaf is just around the corner. These old bones can feel it. All you have to do is train hard and daydream about what your warrior name will be."
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Post by Briarpelt on Jul 14, 2018 22:10:42 GMT -5
"You can't beat me if I beat you!" Beetlepaw retorted, the brown tom trying to stand taller and straighter. He wasn't sure if he could bear it if Snailpaw won. He would most likely rub it in Beetlepaw's face, which would do nothing to improve his mood. He tried to sprint through the snow, but he couldn't go too fast in the harsh weather.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2018 22:11:12 GMT -5
"It would be a good idea. Crowheart! Finchclaw!" Nettlefang called over, padding over to them, Amberwing just behind her. "Do you mind if we join you? It's a bit dangerous to be out in small groups right now." Amberwing smiled up at them, her voice soft, as her tail brushed over Frostpaw's back reassuringly. Nettlefang seemed to be steering them around, and she knew it was because she was acting so absent.
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Post by zoneoftruth on Jul 14, 2018 22:13:11 GMT -5
“Beetlepaw come back!” Crowheart snapped, “Now is no time to be running off, being alone in the snow is dangerous!” He added, following after his apprentice, remaining in a spot in the middle between his apprentice and Finchclaw and Snailpaw.
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Post by ❁ ᴿᴵᴿᴵᴬᴺ ❁ on Jul 14, 2018 22:14:09 GMT -5
(hehe, sorry for the late-ish reply. i just got back from dinner)
Shaleclaw sat hunched in the warrior's den, preferring to be by himself in this troubling time. Hearing Herbwhisker's announcement, the tom lowered his head and closed his eyes with a sigh, knowing that the survival of the Clan now rested upon his shoulders. Grief welled within his heart as he remembered Icestar; a kind, honest leader who had led MistClan well. He greatly respected the leader's authority and skill, and wondered how he could ever be held to the same standards. Slowly getting to his paws, Shaleclaw was glad Icestar was now at peace in StarClan, free of the pain and suffering he had faced in his final days. Icestar had most heavily relied on him, so much so that he had chosen Shaleclaw as his deputy not long before he got sick. It was a deep honor to have had known such a noble cat personally, Shaleclaw had realized. Now that he was leader himself, Shaleclaw knew he had to be strong for not just his Clan, but for Icestar as well. Limping out into the storm, the young tom took a deep breath before making his was towards the Tall Ledge. Akwardly skittering up the steep rock due to his hind leg, Shaleclaw made a mental note to practice the climb before making any other formal announcements to the Clan. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather in the Meeting Hollow for a Clan meeting," The tom yowled, the wind buffeting his blue-grey fur.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 14, 2018 22:14:18 GMT -5
Frostpaw bounded through the snow after Beetlepaw and Snailpaw, almost completely blending in with the snow as she did so, soft grunts escaping every time she got stuck up to her belly in snow, excited to train with the brothers. "Not if I beat you both. No one is better than me at moving in the snow." She purred, exploding from a soft spot with bright eyes.
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Post by Briarpelt on Jul 14, 2018 22:16:39 GMT -5
Beetlepaw reluctantly waited for his mentor to catch up. It was most likely better than possibly falling and getting an injury. Herbwhisker was busy enough. However, he wouldn't willingly admit it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2018 22:16:49 GMT -5
"Careful not to run too far ahead! It's easy to get lost with all this snow!" Amberwing called to the three apprentices. "And try not to fall into any drifts!" Nettlefang added, causing her sister to turn and stick her tongue out at her.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 14, 2018 22:21:22 GMT -5
Frostpaw flopped into the snow, laying on her belly as she waited for the mentors to catch up, sneezing as she breathed snow into her nose, blue eyes screwing up. Turning her head, she purred happily, glad that the icey air of the mountain felt clean and uplifting, even with the snow storm.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 14, 2018 22:21:23 GMT -5
Turtlestep and Mossnose both came closer to the rock, looking up expectantly at their leader. The older tom thought Shaleclaw already looked so leader-like up there, making an announcement with a voice like a lion’s. He would definitely be a fine leader.
Snailpaw was about to chase after his brother, tail lashing in excitement, but then heard Crowheart’s call and composed himself and simply skipped a bit ahead of Finchclaw. He snickered at Beetlepaw already getting in trouble. He was obviously the better behaved one.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2018 22:23:55 GMT -5
"We'll be back in the medicine cat's den before sunset." Nettlefang snorted, then sneezed hard, having accidentally breathed in flakes of snow. "Herbwhisker would probably kill us sooner than that cold." Amberwing joked, as they caught up to Frostpaw. "I'm not sure how much luck we'll have out here." Amberwing said, as she approached her apprentice.
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Post by Briarpelt on Jul 14, 2018 22:24:53 GMT -5
Beetlepaw began muttering all the things he'd do to Snailpaw as soon as they began training. If they were hunting, he had a large variety of options. If they had to hunt, he couldn't scare away prey — the Clan needed it. He'd have to be pretty creative.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 14, 2018 22:25:03 GMT -5
Redstream headed to the meeting hollow, sliding a bit from the frozen ground. Sitting his butt on the ground, he looked up at Shaleclaw, green eyes calm. It was time to begin the new turn for Mistclan, and it looked like Shaleclaw was plenty ready to do so. The new leader looked strong, even if his ascent wasn't the most graceful.
Silverheart got to her paws, nudging Mothpaw. "Speaking of Shaleclaw, lets go see what he wants to say, shall we? Then we can sit vigil with Icestar until we have to bury him tomorrow, alright?" She comforted gently, trying to get the she-cat to move towards the meeting hollow as well and get moving so she'd stop shaking.
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Post by zoneoftruth on Jul 14, 2018 22:32:43 GMT -5
Crowheart caught up, saying, “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear... Just, can you please think before you act? I get it, you’re young and competitive, but that’s nothing to be getting yourself killed over!”
Dawnpaw approached the meeting hollow, looking confused as she noticed Icestar wasn’t up there, yet well aware of his passing. It took her a moment to process that the leader was truly gone, and as such, of course the deputy would be calling a meeting, seeing as he was soon to be the one to be leader. Having to remind herself saddened her into silence again, her usual bubbly and loud nature numbed by grief. She hasn’t known the leader for long, but Icestar had been her biggest inspiration in training. Who wouldn’t be inspired by their leader?
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 14, 2018 22:37:24 GMT -5
“Yeah, Beetlepaw, get it together!” Snailpaw laughed, cuffing him over the ear with a sheathed paw. Unfortunately, he wasn’t paying attention and tripped over a small snowdrift while his paw was up, and fell over, sneezing as snow flew up around his face.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 14, 2018 22:38:50 GMT -5
Frostpaw laughed at Snailpaw as he tripped over the snow. Getting to her paws, she hopped past him like a rabbit through the snow, completely at home with her long fur and light colors, blue eyes glancing back at them. "You'll never win if you two keep arguing. I don't get toms." She teased.
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