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Post by Swampamus on Dec 10, 2018 23:36:46 GMT -5
Welcome to NestClan, home to outsiders that have lost homes or left home to odd or cruel means. This is an open rp. So feel free to come in at anytime. NestClan Allegiance (will update daily) Leader/Medicine Cat Heartypetal - A fluffy brown queen with a cream face, belly, and paw. Green eyes. Her kits: Turtlekit - A dark brown tom with a white-cream back and green eyes. Bellykit - A cream queen with a gray stomach and red eyes. Nightkit - A gray tom with a raccoon patterned tail and glowing yellow eyes.
Patient(s) Thistlenose - A large gray and black tom with green eyes.
It wasn't the clearest of days as the queen pattered about her roomy den, watching her kits sleep soundly in one corner. Outside the rain had mucked up any trail that led outside the den, unless she wanted to brave the rain for soaked cobwebs or battered catmint. She was still shaking off the small coat of water droplets that were sliding off her fur coat as she pulled her attention to what brought her back to the den in the first place. She padded to her nest, now occupied by another cat. One she had found unconscious while on her late hunt, and instead of a plump mouse to feed her kits, she now had a scrawny cat she may have to feed as well. Heartypetal only hoped they stirred soon. "Hello..." she patted the newcomer's head. "Do I need to begin your process to StarClan?"
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Post by Ruby Fox on Dec 18, 2018 0:03:46 GMT -5
Thistlenose let out a low groan, his green eyes fluttering as he tried to adjust to the light in the den. His head spun, making his stomach flip each time he opened his eyes. "Where am I?" He asked, his voice distant yet pitiful. The large gray and black tom seemed to have less strength then a 4 moon old kit.
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Post by Swampamus on Dec 19, 2018 0:50:18 GMT -5
"You are... In a safe place now. Can you see me? Hear me?" Her green eyes burnt into Thistlenose's pelt like torched pine needles. The queen prodded and poked him, not caring for his discomfort as she finished up, padding closer to his head and resting to his level.
"This is my home. You're sleeping in my nest. This is NestClan... at least what's left of it."
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Post by Ruby Fox on Dec 20, 2018 19:52:33 GMT -5
Thislenose's pelt stared to prickle, with both a mixture of pain and panic. How could he have ended up here? He remembered his old clan, IvyClan, had been struggling with hunger and watched as most of his clanmates had died due to sickness and hunger. The last the tom remembered was trying to get to safety after a flood overtook his old camp. Thistlenose's mind buzzed like a swarm of angry wasps. " I can hear you the tom groaned at last, his eyes still shut tightly
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Post by Swampamus on Dec 20, 2018 23:09:11 GMT -5
"Then I will hold off the preparations to StarClan." the queen remained still next to her patient's head, lowering her voice to help his woozy head. "Now, maybe borage may help. But I do not think your stomach is the real source of pain..."
"Mama, what about a mouse?" came the squeak from the largest kit, Bellykit, not too far from the older cats. "They look hungry!"
"Thin." Turtlekit had pointed out. "He can have the one you brought up, Nightkit only took a bite."
Heartypetal gave her kits a soft look, they were meant to eat the mouse. Not gnaw away at it.
"Maybe that and some feverfew will help... So how are you? How did you get here so far down stream?"
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