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Post by Sand on Oct 24, 2018 15:40:59 GMT -5
[ hey hey
I’m pretty good and you? ]]
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 24, 2018 15:50:00 GMT -5
i'm feeling pretty sick so i missed my classes today
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Post by Sand on Oct 24, 2018 15:56:54 GMT -5
[ damn, I’m sorry :-(. I hope you feel better soon. ]
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 24, 2018 16:08:56 GMT -5
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Oct 24, 2018 20:25:00 GMT -5
- Bramblestorm - noxclan camp | ascendant With the final rays of the sun finally set, the whole of Noxclan was beginning to awake. Bramblestorm, the deputy, was one of those felines. Her mottled tabbico pelt rippled as her muscles shifted with the effort of tip toeing over the fast asleep warriors. Her calm yellow eyes blinking the last remains of sleep as she slipped out of the warriors den, yawning softly before shaking the moss off her long coat. Her small white paws guided her to the Great Tree, where she sat below it, arranging a few patrols in her head while other cats awoke and padded out of their dens. It was mostly warriors, now, but soon, she knew, the apprentices would be awoken by their mentors as well. She curled her tail over her paws and lapped at the white fur over her chest. She spotted Spiderfern not to far off before waving her tail. "Spiderfern!" She called over, twitching her ears. She beckoned the other molly over with her tail, twitching her ears as she waited for the other to finally join her. Standing to her paws, Bramblestorm dipped her head kindly to the warrior. "Good night, Spiderfern. Did you sleep well?" She asked curiously before getting on with the matter at hand. With a flick of her tail, the tabbico deputy pointed at the fresh-kill pile. "We're in need of some fresh-kill. I was wondering if you'd be okay going out with Minnowpaw and maybe Owlswoop or Blazingheart." She meowed, tilting her head.
She knew the clan would go hungry if there wasn't anything by the time the moon went down. She'd have to arrange a few other patrols, and not just one. "Maybe you could test Minnowpaw's hunting while you're at it?" Bramblestorm offered, a purr rumbling in her throat before she backed up. "I really appreciate it, Spiderfern. I'm going to go find a few others willing to lead a few more patrols. And then take out a border patrol myself." She inquired before turning her attention to the warriors den, tail tip twitching anxiously. Who else would be willing to lead a patrol? Nightfrost? Sablemoth? Mistwalker? She sighed. It was hard forming patrols where she knew the cats wouldn't act unruly, but she tried her best.
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Post by ascendant on Oct 24, 2018 21:05:18 GMT -5
As the sun sunk down into its resting place, Spiderfern was one of the early risers, yawning and stretching out in her nest before arising to meet the day. Slipping past the still snoozing remains of the other trailers and treaders, she basked in the night, padding out to lick at her pelt and check what was left of the freshkill pile. Not too much, sadly enough; just enough for those that needed it, anyways. She'd be fine.
Bramblestorm's call started her slightly, sending her tail lashing before her slightly tired mind registered who it was. With a dip of her head she made her way over to the deputy, sharp eyes looking her over. Awake and alert as always, hah. Spiderfern wouldn't be mad when she became leader. "Bramblestorm," she greeted simply, slowing to a stop in front of the other molly. "Someone was kicking me all night in their sleep. It was- not ideal. I'll be fine to hunt, though." She licked at her paw for a second before continuing. "I'll grab Minnowpaw and drag them out. They do need some work on their hunting."
After a moment she stood again, tilting her head. "I suppose I could grab Blazingheart and one of the other warriors up." Her eyes drifted across camp, zeroing in on one cat in particular. "...Echobounce, maybe. I'll go get them and set off if that's what you wanted."
Spiderfern set off after waiting for confirmation, paws taking her straight to the apprentice's den. She stepped past tiny Littlepaw, tired Lilypaw, and went straight to shake Minnowpaw lightly. "Hey! Get up, Minnowpaw. We're going on a patrol today. First time getting up so early, huh?"-- calamity
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Post by zero on Oct 26, 2018 18:47:52 GMT -5
Bearsprout - he/him - Medicine cat den with Batpaw
The tom was awake before the last rays of light disappeared. The medicine cat was always active before the majority of his clanmates. Always lumbering around the den fixing something. Sometimes it was the moss storage; other times it was the water supply. This time the subject fixating him was the organization of the herbs.
They were a mess. An utter mess. As the massive tom gingerly shifted the herbs from root to root, he wondered why they let non-medicine cats collect herbs. The help around the end of the endless rain was much appreciated. There was plenty of time saved and it was a great time to teach the young cats about the herbs to use in an emergency. However, despite the obvious difference in size and color, they seemed to not know the difference between any of the herbs and dropped them wherever they pleased. Moons later, he would still find the odd flower in the leaves or berry in the roots. He sighed when he found another juniper berry in the wintergreen berries.
His ear twitched when he heard the quiet greetings of his clanmates. He stopped, confused about what he was hearing. His amber eyes shifted from the berries to the camp clearing. The stars winked in and out of existence as the moon steadily glowed above. A silver glow illuminated the clearing, revealing cats slowly emerging from the dens. He blinked. It was later than he had thought and there was so much to do. He rose to his paws and made his way towards the front of the den.
"Batpaw?" he called softly, not wanting to startle the young cat.
He was always worried about the small tom. When he had accepted Batpaw to be his apprentice, the large tom was afraid he would squish the little kitten. The den wasn't exactly a spacious place and he wasn't a graceful cat. There was always the worry of what would squish the tom outside of the camp. Bearsprout's nerves were nearly destroyed when he had to send out Batpaw to collect herbs without him once. Of course, there was an entire patrol with the apprentice, but still, Leopardclan knows he won't be able to face himself if anything happened to his apprentice.
Despite this, he did love having an apprentice, especially Batpaw. The tom was bright. He showed great potential already and Bearsprout couldn't help but to purr when the tom would answer a question correctly or helped another cat. The medicine cat knew future Noxclan would be in good paws.
If there was a future to Noxclan. He didn't tell other cats, especially not his apprentice, but the dreams had him up early before sunset and staying up after sunrise. Normally, there are a variety of dreams. Each of the Great Beasts trying to send the strongest sign they can. The dreamscape shatters and reforms as words are whispered in his ears. He doesn't know how many dreams he goes through a night. Now, there was one dream. Only one. A leopard silently bounding across the ice of the frozen lake. Muscles rippled under the fur and each leap speaks of strength. There is silence. His heart is heavy and he doesn't know why. The leopard stops and looks at the tom. When their eyes meet, he wakes up. If he sleeps, the dream is repeated.
He does not know the cause or meaning of the message, yet he knows this will only lead to suffering. As of right now, the medicine cat has decided to wait. Wait for another sign. Something to tell him what the Great Beasts know of their fate. Bearsprout only prayed he might be able to help his clanmates before anyone suffered. But something told the tom fate would not be that kind.
( ooc; sorry, I type longer starters. Also, I kinda thought it would be cool if each medicine cat was traditional suppose to have a different Great Beast as their patron because there are three of them and the three med cats. They can get dreams from any of the great beasts but many they have a stronger connection to one so they mainly get big messages from their patron? )
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 26, 2018 20:43:48 GMT -5
b a t p a wBatpaw had been having strange dreams of late. He was standing, fur on end, in the middle of the frozen over lake. Leopards ran past him, their spotted pelts spilling frost down onto the ice below, thickening it until it grew above his paws. He called out to them, cried for one of them to stop and break the ice around him, as they had done for centuries. But the leopards did not stop to help. They ran, and ran, and ran, abandoning him in his frosty prison, even as the ice crawled up above his legs, over his flank, towards his neck-
The sound of his mentor's voice broke him from his entrapment, calling him back to the night. He shook himself awake with a quick 'mrrow' of indignation at being awoken so heinously early. The moon was just crawling into the sky, for Leopard's sake!
"Good night, Bearsprout. How are the stocks tonight? Should I retrieve some trailers and go searching?" His head cocked to the side, giving him the appearance of a kitten still at his mother's belly. Batpaw had always been small, especially compared to his sister. Perhaps that was how he'd known he was meant to be a medicine cat - he'd surely never be able to hold his own in battle, at his size.
His thoughts once again drifted to the strange dream from last morning, but he shook it off as just a figment of his imagination. The Leopards had never let them down yet, and the coming Wilting Frost would surely mark their eternal promise, to keep the lake from freezing and protect the clan from the biting cold.
Batpaw quickly set about helping his mentor sort the herbs in their den, deciding that getting that done sooner would allow him more time to explore if he was sent to gather herbs. He'd always been adventurous, even as a young kitten, and was constantly looking for new patches of herbs in the woods, or up on the mountain trails. If he was able to find more spots to find herbs, that meant they hard more spots to make sure herbs grew, which would keep their stocks higher, longer.
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Post by zero on Oct 26, 2018 21:59:24 GMT -5
Bearsprout- he/him - Camp clearing with Batpaw
Bearsprout's whiskered twitched at Batpaw's eagerness to get out of camp. The adventurous nature of the little tom was endearing but had given his mentor enough heart attacks before. He was sure the tom didn't mean to run off without telling anyone to search for herbs. He was just a little enthusiastic. With that said, Bearsprout did not trust the trailers, who had to watch out for hawks and foxes already, to also keep an eye on his slippery apprentice. No, Bearsprout would be coming along for a couple more moons, at least.
"I was thinking about checking on the herbs near the lake and the old twoleg nests. The ground is getting cold fast this moon and the cob nuts should be harvested before the squirrels and mice take all of them." Bearsprout slowly said, as if the apprentice was going to guess his true intentions. Checking the lake shouldn't be too suspicious. Strange, perhaps, but most cats won't question a medicine cat glancing towards the lake and maybe sticking a paw in. Nothing crazy about that. Hopefully.
"The herb sorting can be saved for when we are back." He told his apprentice when he saw the beeline to the herb storage. The tom moved towards the entrance and stuck his head out. His amber eyes scanned the clearing until he saw the deputy. Bramblestorm was speaking with some other cats, which surely meant a patrol was forming already. "I think we can tag along with the first wave of treaders, if we hurry," He said, speaking more to himself than to the apprentice. He waved his tail to beckon his apprentice as he left the den.
The tom frowned when he fully emerged from the warm den. It was colder than he had expected. Even through his mass of fur, he could feel the cold slowly seeping into his skin. The chill wasn't as bad as the cold of the Wilting Frost. Far from it, but it was still cold and he wondered if his apprentice even remembered the freezing air of the Wilting Frost. His heart clenched at the idea of the hard season with his apprentice. There was much he could cure but hunger and cold he could only do so much for.
Bearsprout padded to the entrance, occasionally checking to make sure his apprentice was following along. He knew the chill could be miserable for the first season, so hoped to distract the tom with his words. "What should we look for?" He asked the first thing which came to mind.
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Post by ascendant on Oct 26, 2018 22:06:41 GMT -5
Sure, maybe they were accident prone. Maybe they were a bit of a bad luck charm. Maybe, juuuust maybe, they were a tad fragile. It didn't stop Littlepaw from climbing all over their mother as a kit, though, or telling their father that they'd be a great leader one day- Littlenox, which was a great name if they'd ever heard one- but it was what made Cindernox give them to Nightfrost as an apprentice, itty bitty and ready to take on the world.
They had promptly landed themselves in the medicine cats' den that very first day after tripping into a bramble bush.
Thankfully, Nightfrost had just rolled on with mentoring, always offering a good grin and usually catching them before much happened. What was the worst part about him, though, was how late he woke up.
"Nightfrooost. Nightfrost!" They picked among the nests of the trailers and treaders, yelping out apologies to those that were still asleep or waking up as they swatted at them. Eventually, Littlepaw happened upon their mentor's huge form, snoozing away in the night as if he had no cares in the world. "C'mon, you promised we'd do something cool today! Get up, get up, get up!"
They nudged him a few times. Nothing happened.
Well, he asked for it, then.
They launched themselves on top of him, claws a tiny bit out to poke in as they jumped all over him. Littlepaw was tiny, but Cindernox had told them that they were as determined as a lion, or a leopard, or a tiger- and they'd make sure that Nightfrost woke up. "C'mooon!"-- calamity
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 26, 2018 23:06:45 GMT -5
b a t p a wBatpaw vaguely noticed his mentor's apprehension at him leaving by himself, but he decided he didn't mind it. He appreciated the time that Bearsprout spent with him, guiding him in his lessons. Bearsprout had been one of the first to talk treat him as an actual apprentice, even among the medicine cats, when his apprentice ceremony had passed. Batpaw was so small, most cats thought of him as still being a kitten, even though he'd been an apprentice for a few moons now.
"Alright Bearsprout! Um, I think we need some borage? And maybe some chickweed." He tilted his head once more as he thought, considering what he'd been able to determine was low in his brief time sorting through herbs before Bearsprout had led him out of the den. He had the distinct feeling there was another one, but at the moment he wasn't sure which one it was. Finally giving up on trying to remember the lost herb, Batpaw followed his mentor over to where Bramblestorm was dealing out patrol duties, grinning at the possibility of getting out to look around.
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n i g h t f r o s tThere was a leaf on him. Nightfrost didn't know how, or when, a leaf had fallen on him where he lay, but it was tickling his fur and he wanted it off. Of course, that was until the leaf moved, and a voice registered along with it. Littlepaw was awake, and if Littlepaw was awake, Nightfrost had no chance of sleeping any more.
"Alright, alright, 'm up, 'm up! Gerroff me, ya little tyke." Granted, Nightfrost was vastly larger than Littlepaw, but he knew that if he rolled to remove them, they'd simply fall under him and get squashed. He'd spent so long trying to keep his apprentice alive that he would rather be awoken at dusk every night than be the reason his apprentice actually did die. Especially since Cindernox had trusted him so much with his beloved tyke.
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Post by ascendant on Oct 26, 2018 23:17:18 GMT -5
Littlepaw bounced on Nightfrost a few more times for good measure. Was he dead yet?
They peered down at him as he finally spoke, startling them into jumping with claws extended a bit more, giving Nightfrost an accidental scratch as they landed. "You scared me, Nightfrost!" Their whine was a bit high-pitched as they huffed and gave another bounce. "That's so mean." It was a few seconds more before they hopped off and started to poke him repeatedly, over and over and over as he started to get up.
"So, what're we doing today? Are we going to go hunt? Ooh, are we going around to the other side of the territory like you told me we would do one day? Ooh, ooh, I know what it'll be!" They excitedly laughed, running around his nest and ignoring the groans of other adults as they bumped into him again. "We're going to practice fighting, aren't we? That'll be so cool, Nightfrost! I'm gonna be the best fighter there ever was!" Littlepaw was practically vibrating with energy. "Are we, are we?"-- calamity
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Post by zero on Oct 27, 2018 16:25:09 GMT -5
Bearsprout- he/him - Camp clearing with Batpaw
Bearsprout slowly lumbered to a stop when they neared the entrance. This would be close enough to notice any patrols heading out. If he was luckily, they might offer to take them than him having to ask. It wasn't very likely. Bearsprout had a sense the warriors weren't too fond of 'babysitting' the medicine cat and his apprentice. Not like they needed it, but most warrior would assume they are helpless. Never mind how many cats he had patched up over the moons. He set aside his thought to focus on his apprentice
"Chickweed is a good choice. It is acceptable for coughs." Bearsprout praised, starting with the positive. He was new to having an apprentice, so there were times he was soft on the young tom and couldn't really tell the tom he had answered incorrectly. Most of the time, the medicine cat would act like some part was right or did his best to twist the answer to correctness. He just couldn't be negative to the tiny kitten. However, he wasn't going to completely leave out anything. "But catmint is better since we are going to the old twoleg dens. Catmint will die after the first frost while chickweed will continue to grow into the cold moons. You will want to harvest it sooner."
"If we are lucky, my patch will have thrived this year." The tom added. There was an undertone of excitement in his voice, maybe a bit of pride as well. His prefix said it all. The tom loved to plant different type of herbs around the twoleg dens and take care of them. When he managed to cultivate a whole new patch of catmint in a nearby twoleg den, he had received his name. There were times he was worried no one would be able to carry his work so he would try to show his apprentice his work. He could admit it might seem like dull work to young cats. Running around to find herbs would seem much more fun than moving dirt around and dropping whatever water they could carry in the leave onto the soil but he still hoped one of the apprentices would see the use behind it. Every herb was going to be needed if the season turned out to be hard.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 27, 2018 16:30:18 GMT -5
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Post by Sand on Oct 27, 2018 18:51:35 GMT -5
[ helloo ]
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Post by zero on Oct 27, 2018 20:13:47 GMT -5
Snakepaw- She/her - By the lake
The lead she-cat dragged herself out of the lake for what felt like the millionth time. She collapsed on the lake, letting herself melt into the soft sand. It was cold. The air chilled the water on her pelt and with every breeze, the feline shivered. Her belly grumbled, reminding her of the rising moon and time spent. She should to return to camp soon before the others noticed her absence or before she caught a cold. But, she couldn't. She wouldn't. Not until she finished what she came here to do.
The young cat knew she shouldn't be out by herself. She shouldn't be training all alone in open, cold waters, but her trails were coming up. There were only two moons until she was tested. Two moons until she had a chance to become a fully fledged treader of Noxclan. Her dream was in paw's reach. Yet, she couldn't get a silly move right. One simple dive. Her throat constricted as frustration morphed into a hopelessness. She blinked away the wetness in her eyes, surely brought on by lake of sleep and working herself too hard.
Some may look down upon treaders as taking the easy job. Compared to the trailers, they got to sit around the lake and dive for fish. It was nothing, claimed a few she had spoken to, like walking around the rocky slopes trying to avoid eagles and catch rabbits. Honestly a load of fish guts but not an uncommon view. So, the little kit, being as defiant as could be, took the role of proving treader's worth. She could tell it strained her relationship with her brother but the young cat had been determined to prove everycat wrong.
So, it seemed unbearably wrong when she couldn't master a technique vital to fishing in the cold waters. She was sure there were different ones she could lean but none were as fast as this one. None would have her catch a fish and get back to shore before any of the trailer apprentices got their paws wet. The thought had to rising to her paws, though her body shivered under another breeze. Her claws sank into the sand as she prepared herself to leap into the water again.
(She the dramatic hold-my-drink kid, I'm sorry. I also don't know any diving moves? I kinda want her to look up to a treader and that's way she became one but I need a character. Your character is open to be that to her or just another treader. )
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Post by Sand on Oct 27, 2018 21:51:30 GMT -5
SHORTCLOUD . { accompanied by Snakepaw, by the lake } zero The moonlit lake rippled not too far away from Shortcloud as he padded through the territory, deciding that the best way to start his day was to get an early hunt in before every other cat made the same decision and would clog up the lake's banks. The pale tabby's gaze flickered as he saw a dark silhouette drag themselves upon the lake's sandy shores before collapsing. Shortcloud was sure it had to be a treader, maybe a treader apprentice considering that a trailer would have no business to be near the lake nor plunging into it. The waters had to be chilly during this time of the year, especially with it being Falling Leaves. He didn't miss Dry Sun, though as it made nights sweltering hot and unpleasant to hunt in. As for Falling Leaves, it was a pleasant time of year for Shortcloud. He much preferred the cold water in autumn than in the summer even though it would cool them off faster but he preferred being cold than hot. It wasn't more difficult than that.Yanking himself out of the brush that surrounded the lake, he noticed that the silhouette he had previously seen was crouched on the shore. Maybe they're diving for prey? he wondered, ears twitching all the more when he padded onto the sandy bank.Now that he had a better look at the feline who seemed so determined and bent on hunting, or so that's what the treader was assuming. Blinking his faint green eyes slowly, the tom realized that lingering around when a treader of any kind was trying to concentrate was most likely intrusive and distracting. However, he felt that watching would be more intriguing for his own good than interrupting their hunt.Thanks to his loose footing, the pale brown tabby's paws skid across the sand abruptly without warning. The treader slipped further down the bank before he gasped subconsciously and realized what a distraction he had become for the other feline. While trying to gather his bearings, Shortcloud stared at Snakepaw and meowed, "Are you up to anything special, being out here alone and all?"
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Oct 28, 2018 2:31:33 GMT -5
- Minnowpaw - noxclan camp | ascendant Minnowpaw was sound asleep, dreaming of a field full of flowers and berries as they bounded around, rolling in the succulent smells. Of course it was dark- that was all the young apprentice knew of their life. They were born into the dark, slept in the light. Minnowpaw was currently kicking a ball of moss in the air until the sound of Spiderfern's voice entered their dream. The sound of their mentors tone sounded almost annoyed that they were still asleep. Minnowpaw yawned and rolled over onto their back, stretching their paws above them. A yawn left their maw as they slowly woke themself up- with the help of their mentor, of course. The silver and white tabby slowly rolled back over and sat up, blinking their soft icy blue eyes open to look at their mentor as she peer into the den. Shamefully, Minnowpaw flattened their ears and purred self consciously. "G'night, Spiderfern. I apologize for sleeping in, if I did. I was havin' another g'dream 'bout that meadow of flowers an' I really wanna see if I can find it or somethin'." They mewed. The small tabby slowly clambered to their paws before shaking out their pelt.
Tip toeing over Applepaw and Batpaw, the lynx point slid out of the apprentice den. One more yawn left their maw as they turned their complete attention towards Spiderfern. Nodding slowly, they purred. "Yeah, M'used to gettin' up a lil after the moon comes up." They replied as they sat down to clean their chest fur, lapping the toussled hair down to look neater. Once Minnowpaw decided that they were looking at least decent, they turned their thoughts to the patrol Spiderfern said they were going on. "Oh, I see. An' what kinda patrol are we goin' on?" Minnowpaw asked curiously, head tilted to show their curiosity.
[ 1st - i apologize it's very short. 2nd - please don't smack me if i at all called Minnowpaw a "he". I was thinking "do i want to write minnow as a male, as minnow goes by male pronouns, or as they/them because they're genderfluid" so i'm just going to do they/them for now until i get confused and just give up. (i also didn't want to constantly repeat "Minnowpaw blah blah blah. Minnowpaw blah." yknow?) I hope it doesn't offend anyone though- i'm really trying. ]
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Post by zero on Oct 28, 2018 11:28:08 GMT -5
Snakepaw- She/her - By the lake with Sand 's character, Shortcloud
Snakepaw crouched, ready to leap when she heard something in the sand behind her. Forgetting all of her past intentions, she leaped away from the noise and raised a paw to defend herself. She recognized the scent of a clanmate a second later and awkwardly put her paw down. It was rare to see a treader stumble in the sand and she wasn't sure how she should deal with it. With another apprentice, she might have done some scolding and told them how they should watch their paws. But this was a full fledged treader so she held her tongue and pretended like nothing had happened.
"Nothing much." She said popping the 'ch' sound and looking towards the lake. She wanted to practice more but wasn't too keen on showing just how much she didn't know to a treader. She wouldn't be able to stand them sting of failure and did not want word getting back to her mentor for various reasons. "I could ask the same of you. Out for a walk or has the first patrol been sent out?" She felt very clever for coming up with a question which would let her know if she needed to leave soon to avoid being seen.
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Post by ascendant on Oct 28, 2018 14:05:21 GMT -5
Spiderfern backed her way out of the den, licking at her paw while Minnowpaw picked their way out of the area. She mrrowed with amusement at their sleepy nature but quickly schooled her face back into a more mentor-like visage. Great Beasts, how long did it take them to get situated? Her paw raised up to lightly smack Minnowpaw before she stood back up, tail flicking for them to follow her.
"We're going hunting by the lake today," she meowed, trying to stop Minnowpaw from getting under her feet as she walked over to Echobounce. "We'll be bringing a few trailers along to hunt nearby. You still need to work on catching fish- don't tell me that you did great last time, kid. I could see that fish flop back into the water." It had been extremely amusing that the closest they had gotten had gone back in, but they needed to learn how to catch a fish and to keep it there. It was getting to be colder, after all, and they'd need to fish even more to make up for it.
Anyways. Her thoughts strayed over to Echobounce as she approached the other cat, dipping her head and looking her over with a somewhat tired, somewhat intense gaze. "Are you good for a patrol so early, Echobounce? I was wondering if you'd come along with us and maybe another trailer."-- calamity
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Oct 28, 2018 14:28:53 GMT -5
(Hey guys! I’m out preparing stuff for Halloween at the moment, I should get a response in a couple hours! If that’s too long feel free to imply then Echobounce agreed and is ready to go on the patrol whenever everyone else is!)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Oct 28, 2018 15:22:07 GMT -5
Sleep came to Echobounce peacefully that morning, she shifted and grumbled only when the sounds of Littlepaw's voice echoed off of the walls, and affronted the ears to every sleeping treader and trailer. She was grumpy only for a moment, but when she opened her eyes and watched the little tyke bounce around their mentor energetically, a smile pulled to her muzzle. She remembered being that young, and waiting for your mentor to wake up already. The dusky brown and black molly stretched and roused herself from bed, stepping carefully over her still slumbering clan mates, and emerging into the dusk. The sky was streaked with colors of purple and grey. The sun had set a while ago, and now it was time for the moon to rise, and breathe life into the nocturnal clan. Echobounce only had to ponder for a moment what she would do this morning before Spiderfern approached her, and proposed a hunting trip. The treader sort of... intimidated her. But at the same time, memorized her, like a fatal accident you couldn't pull your gaze from because you just had to see how it ended - but then, add in the fact that if you stare at the accident for too long you're worried it might claim you as a victim next. It was a complicated emotion. "Yeah! That sounds great!" The trailer purred. It was always fun to watch a treader hunt, Echobounce had tried the life style before and it was not going to work for her. The feeling of water was just not enjoyable for her, and plus, water was kind of scary! You couldn't see what was underneath you, maybe it was a giant fish that could swallow you hole... She had respect for the treaders that could brave the depths to bring back prey, even if she had a bias for the taste of rabbit. "I was looking for something to do anyway." Her tail flicked back and fourth.
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Bisexual
Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Oct 28, 2018 18:08:04 GMT -5
Firepaw lay, curled up outside of the apprentice's den. Outside just felt nicer than a moss bed at the moment. She seemed a bit withdrawn, as she always did, watching the other cats socialize around her. The way she watched almost felt as if she was learning. Not only about the other cats, but about how to socialize in general. Her mother had died two moons ago now, her father a moon and a half after he got very sick. Since then, the young female had been rather removed from clan life, as much as a kit could be. Once she'd aged enough to become an apprentice, she rarely spent time with the other cats her age, and tried to spend as much time with her mentor. Though, one could only spend so much time with a single cat. So, she was often found laying alone in a corner, either watching, or napping, or pretending to nap.
She wasn't pretending particularly hard today. Her eyes wide open as she watched cats talk to one another, leave for one reason or another. It seemed like most cats always had another cat by her side. Firepaw tilted her head to the side as she watched, flicking the tip of her tail as she stored something to memory. There was a part of her that did want to join in with the other cats, but she wasn't quite sure how. After being withdrawn for so long, it felt even harder to try and step back in with them. So, out of ease, she would remain on the outskirts. Maybe once she was a warrior, it would be easier, the past further behind her, and everyone a bit more mature and wiser... She wondered if the other apprentices understood why she'd withdrew so much... She wondered if she understood why. More than anything, she wondered if she really would ever feel like she had a place in the clan after the passing of her parents. After her father had made it clear that he was refusing to recognize her as his offspring anymore... After being the reason her mother had died...
Firepaw gently lay her tail around her as she curled up into a tighter ball. The memories flashing around her as they always seemed to when she thought about anything regarding her parents. She wanted to go on a run, but she didn't want to leave the camp alone. After a few more moments of contemplation, Firepaw pushed herself to her feet to search for someone who may want to go with her. _________________________________________
~Firepaw~ Location: Noxclan Camp Interactions: N/A (Open to interactions) Mentions: N/A (Open to interactions) _______________________________________________________________________________ Snowsky padded around the camp, greeting friends, or really just anyone he passed. The young trailer was happily extroverted, always greeting anyone he passed, fun to talk to, smart, and charming to boot. He enjoyed talking to the other warriors, but he also enjoyed talking to the apprentices, or really just anyone he could. There was very rarely a downside, to him, to talk with anyone. They were a clan after all, and had to work together, so it made little sense to him to be a more withdrawn cat. That being said, he never said anything bad about the cats who were a bit more withdrawn. He assumed that they all had their reasons, and as long as they weren't a danger to the clan, he had no issue with them whatsoever. That being said, Snowsky was known for playfully teasing other cats, and from time to time he would get on the nerves of the more withdrawn cats because of this. Despite all of that, Firepaw and he had become pretty close friends. Though, he still spent a significant amount of time with numerous other cats, he would always find time for his younger friend.
Today, however, she seemed to but a more introvert mood, as she was curled up away from everyone else. So the Trailer would find someone else to spend his time with instead. He looked around the camp, trying to find someone he could settle down and possibly eat with, that wouldn't be bothered by his presence or feel like he had interrupted something. __________________________________________________________
~Snowsky~ Location: Noxclan Camp Interactions: N/A (Open to interactions) Mentions: N/A (Open to interactions) _______________________________________________________________________________It felt like it had been ages since he'd really stretched his legs, even though it had really only been a few hours. Thymeskip pushed himself to his paws, shaking off some of the loose moss that had gathered on his pelt during his nap. The stiffness in his limbs must have been from the way he slept, which wasn't something that often happened, but when it did he questioned whether or not the nap was really worth it. Today, maybe it was. He hadn't slept well that last few night, and now he was finally feeling rested. The male Treader padded from the den, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light. Finally he stretched out his front paws, arching his back, before rolling his shoulders forward, putting his weight on his front paws, and stretching his haunches. After shaking his pelt out once more, Thymeskip looked around the camp to see if he could catch sight of his apprentice, Cloverpaw.
Once the Treader had spotted the younger cat, he padded forward. "Cloverpaw," the mentor greeted. "Would you like to get some more practice in swimming today, or would you prefer to work on hunting in the forest?" It was important for the young cat to learn as much as possible, and though Thymeskip did have the final say on what they did, he always liked to give Cloverpaw the option of deciding what they would work on. After all, it was much easier to train a very willing student. Though they would have to work on things that weren't particularly interesting all the time, it was still good to give the apprentice some say. _____________________________________________
~Thymeskip~ Location: Noxclan Camp Interactions: Cloverpaw (𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ ) Mentions: N/A
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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Oct 28, 2018 20:01:40 GMT -5
aaaaa i wanna write a reply or a starter does anyone want to RP with my charries??? I can probably just write a starter and let whoever reply to it but i just wanted to ask to make sure nwn ]
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Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Oct 28, 2018 20:07:00 GMT -5
(I'd love to rp with you, 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇!)
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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Oct 28, 2018 20:20:35 GMT -5
Oh, great! Mistwalker is Firepaw's mentor, so I was just wriitng a little reply with Mistwalker to Firepaw's starter!! ]
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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Oct 28, 2018 20:23:26 GMT -5
Stormwatcher && Mistwalker
Stormwatcher and his littermate, Mistwalker were laying near the warriors den. The pale moonlight was glowing through the leaves, making patterns across their fur. While Mistwalker was laying on her size, her posture lax and calm, Stormwatcher was sitting up by her side. His claws kneaded the dirt in front of him, anxiously eyeing about the camp. " You should relax, I'm sure you haven't been called because the patrols are busy at the moment. If they needed you, they'd ask. " Mistwalker said calmly, opening one eye to look at her shifting brother. He had always been the more jumpy one, ever since their father had been harsh on him as a kit. She hadn't gotten the worst of it, which she was thankful for. But her brother was always pushed to his limits and farther, Slatetooth wanting him to be the best warrior. Mistwalker sniffed in disgust. Stormwatcher was great already, he didn't need to go on every patrol or catch every piece of fresh kill to be that. Stormwatcher paused his movement for a moment.
" I-I know.. I just, I feel so restless! And useless.. " Stormwatcher whimpered under his breath, " I haven't been called on patrol yet, is that because Bramblestorm is angry? Was I not competent enough on the last patrol? But I don't want to ask in case I bother someone.. " He looked around, tensing up as he saw a few of his clanmates walking or loitering about camp. He perked when he realized Firepaw hadn't emerged from the apprentices den yet. " Oh! What if we take Firepaw out? Could we? I don't mind if you don't want me there, but I figured it would give us something to do.. " Mistwalker chuckled, it might be good for him to see what having an apprentice is like. And it wouldn't hurt to have an extra set of eyes. And Firepaw should have been woken up by now, it's true. She had wanted to let Firepaw sleep in for once. It seemed like she had enough time to sleep by now.
" Sure, why not? I'll go get her, it should be fine for us to go out together. After all, I could use a second opinion and another set of eyes while training her! " Stormwatcher beamed at his sister's reply, a small curve playing at his lips.
" Alright! I'll meet you at the camp entrance. " He shook his pelt and took a few licks at his chest before starting to walk over. Mistwalker purred and walked over to the apprentice den, letting out a surprised 'mrow!' as she bumped into a smaller, dark ball of fur. It nearly knocked the wind out of her as she took a couple of steps back. " Oh, Firepaw! I was just looking for you. How would you like to go out with me and Stormwatcher? I'd like to check your hunting skills, and we might have time to go for a swim or run before we come back! " She gave her apprentice a mischievous smile, even though she was a full warrior she still had the itch of untamed energy at her paws.
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Bisexual
Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Oct 28, 2018 20:43:04 GMT -5
Firepaw hadn't really been paying attention, looking down at her paws as she walked, trying to come up with an excuse as to why she wanted to leave camp that wouldn't make her seem like a restless kit. That was when she felt something hit her head, she stumbled back, nearly falling over and looked up, wide eyed, to see her mentor. "Mistwalker, hi!" The apprentice said, her fur puffing out a bit to show her embarrassment for running into the older cat. "Sorry I wasn't-." She was cut off by the Treader's question. Firepaw couldn't help but be a bit happy that Mistwalker had basically read her mind. "Yes, please." the young cat meowed. She hadn't had much practice with hunting yet, but she often practiced her crouch around the camp when no one was watching. She thought she'd gotten quite good at it, but it would be good to get Mistwalker's and Stormwatcher's opinions on it.
Firepaw padded after her mentor toward the entrance of the camp. She dipped her head to Stormwatcher in greeting. "Good to see you again." She mewed. The black she-cat had always been respectful of the older cats of the clan. Something both her parents had taught her very well, and especially after she had lost both of her parents, she had doubled down on that respect. It was probably why Mistwalker had been assigned Firepaw's mentor. The young female was always far too serious, especially for her age and rank. She needed someone that would help her loosen up, teach her how to have fun. Firepaw turned her attention back to Mistwalker. "Do you want to lead the way or should I?" She asked, her long, black tail twitching, showing just a bit of her excitement, despite her more subdued attitude.
__________________________________________ ~Firepaw~ Location: Noxclan Camp Interactions: Mistwalker and Stormwatcher (🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇) Mentions: N/A
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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Oct 28, 2018 22:42:16 GMT -5
Stormwatcher && Mistwalker && Firepaw
Mistwalker hadn't even noticed the younger cat's embarrassment, instead distracted by her own thoughts. She was glad Firepaw seemed eager to leave camp, and gave her a small nod of approval at her politeness. Her apprentice was on the quiet side, and slightly more anti-social than she had seen her peers being. It wasn't a problem unto itself, but it could make her grow a dislike in socializing in general, as she had learned from Stormwatcher's days as an apprentice. His father's influence had caused him to grow isolated and afraid, and it took moons for her to coax him into socializing again. However she knew Firepaw and Stormwatcher were very different, and that wasn't likely to happen to her. She shook her head slightly to clear it, and quickly got her mind back on the topic at hand (paw?), " Good! Maybe we'll get lucky and bring back as much as a regular hunting patrol! " Her eyes shone with optimism as she trotted to Stormwatcher just behind the apprentice.
" Good to see you, too, " Stormwatcher replied with a respectful nod, " I'm glad to see you aren't hibernating like a lazy bear! " His whiskers twitched with amusement at his own joke, and Mistwalker purred at the sight. Stormwalker opened his mouth as if to speak again, but paused as Firepaw spoke. He glanced thoughtfully at Mistwalker, as if thinking for himself but also not wanting to speak before her. She was Firepaw's mentor, after all. The gray she-cat tipped her head as she mulled over her apprentice's question. She had an area in mind, but maybe it was best to let Firepaw decide. It could be a good exercise in independence and leading, for when she became a full treader. " Why don't you tell us where we're going, and explain why? You can lead us there, as well. It's good practice for when you will lead patrols of your own. " She was satisfied with her own idea, if she didn't agree with Firepaw's reasoning perhaps they could compromise. She looked to Stormwatcher, curious if he would speak as well. He nodded in agreement, seeing she had finished speaking.
" I think that sounds like a good plan, Mistwalker. Okay, Firepaw, what're you thinking? " He chuckled a bit to himself nervously, hoping he wasn't coming off awkwardly. He kind of enjoyed spending time helping train or mentor apprentices, it was some of his favorite moments. Something about being helpful and helping educate others in a non-aggressive way soothed him and made him feel like he mattered. It was so rare to feel that way, with his anxieties about so many things, so he relished every heartbeat of those feelings.
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