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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 11:37:51 GMT -5
(Morning everyone! I’ll hop on my laptop to respond now :3
XD Also Radiolizard, I’d like to point out that you said Marshpool and Barkfoot xD xD)
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 11:51:01 GMT -5
(Morning everyone! I’ll hop on my laptop to respond now :3
XD Also Radiolizard, I’d like to point out that you said Marshpool and Barkfoot xD xD) Gasp!! My brain is so muddled, I knew I would make some sort of mistake lol
I’ll fix it shortly.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 11:56:05 GMT -5
Bouncefire
"I always like to start the day off on the right paw!" Bouncefire picked up his paws to follow after Barkpool. Comically enough, the fiery warrior inserted himself in the middle of the line, even though Wolfstar was their leader, and should rightfully not be in the back. But, Bouncefire's competitive nature knew no bounds, even when it came to higher authority, and his mate. However, he seemed to realize this, and a cold wash of shame prickled his sides. He looked back to Wolfstar, and then immediately fell into step with him a little further back. He sheepishly smiled at him and gave his chest fur a couple licks.
"So Barkpool," After a moment of silent travel Bouncefire spoke up, always glad to socialize with his fellow warriors. The fiery tom hadn't spent a lot of time with Barkpool, but he liked to think they were at least acquaintances, and Bouncefire was always striving to make more friends. "Got any ladiesor guys you got your eyes on?" He said the ladder part a little more quietly, as though still somewhat fearful of bringing it up somewhere on the inside. "I mean, you're a cool dude! I always thought girls would be swarming over you when we were apprentices."
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 11:57:40 GMT -5
(Oh no you don't got to! xD I was just saying it made me laugh! If you got the time, would you also like to RP Wheatpaw and Dustwhisker? c: I was going to go with the assumption that Wheatpaw was just made her apprentice, so she can't contain her excitement!)
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 12:01:47 GMT -5
(Oh no you don't got to! xD I was just saying it made me laugh! If you got the time, would you also like to RP Wheatpaw and Dustwhisker? c: I was going to go with the assumption that Wheatpaw was just made her apprentice, so she can't contain her excitement!) Yeah, sure! Do you want me to start? I’m just getting up a reply for Barkpool.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 12:09:19 GMT -5
(I can start! ^w^ I don't mind, I actually had something cute in mind xD)
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 12:21:37 GMT -5
Barkpool - out of camp - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ
As he confidently padded on, Barkpool noticed that Bouncefire had fallen beside Wolfstar, and he nodded respectfully at that. The leader should never be right at the back (this was just a matter of common courtesy). Even that exuberant tom knew this. With a smile, Barkpool quickened his pace slightly when he realized that he was slowing.
Then suddenly Bouncefire spoke up with an unexpected question.Barkpool chuckled a bit.
“I find that my brother has been more of that ‘mate-getting’ type,” he purred, “but maybe I’m wrong. Even as an apprentice I’ve been pretty hesitant with all that crush stuff,” he concluded.
”Okay. Maybe I should just admit this.” Barkpool turned slightly towards Bouncefire and sighed. “I guess I really never felt any attraction to she-cats or toms. It’s never been my thing.” With a quick nod and uneasy smile, he slowly turned around and continued to pad along. Mates were never his favourite topic, even with a nice tom like Bouncefire and especially with Wolfstar around.
*Ooh I think Barkpool might just be asexual, I’m feeling that with him. Also sorry for the sorta late reply, I was a bit occupied.*
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 12:28:46 GMT -5
Wheatpaw
"Never give up on your dreams! One day, they will come true." Almost... Back... To camp! A small golden tabby shecat limped at a snail's pace across the icy, bitter cold land, her head down against the wind, clamped in her jaws, a honeycomb. Her fur had taken the price of her travel, leaves and twigs had gotten knotted into her thick locks, and all across her chest the fur was matted and tangled from the honey dripping and solidifying in her fur. But, her fur wasn't the worst part, all across her body were painful stings! She didn't know what she was thinking. Were you just going to walk up there and say 'yes hello bees can I have your honey please?!' Well... That was what she did. And when, shockingly, that didn't work, she had to take it by force. The bees chased her, hounding her with sting after sting.
Her whole body ached from the poison, in the end she had done more harm than it was worth... She wanted to start her first day off as the medicine cat's apprentice off right, but it would take more medicine than it was worth to help her with all these bee stings... Until just yesterday, Wheatpaw had been training to be a warrior, despite her constant begging to Wolfstar to make her a fledgling medicine cat. As a form of rebellion, Wheatpaw refused to hunt, or fight until she was given her position. But, she had only earned it when she had proven to Dustwhisker how capable she was. The medicine cat had given her a little test, seeing how much knowledge she had withheld from her days of sneaking into her den as a kitten. And Wheatpaw had passed! She had never felt more proud... And more fulfilled. She was finally going to be what she wanted to be all her life! And now, she was messing it up.
She had found the honey comb while out training with her mentor, it was tucked away in a massive tree out near the Ancient Oak Hills. So, today she went back to try to get it... Now, Wheatpaw was almost back to camp, panting through the honeycomb, her frayed tail dragging along behind her in the dirt.
Finally, the fledgling medicine cat limped her way to the canyon place and with hurried pace, carried herself to the corner of camp and squeezed into the opening. "Dustwhisker! Good morning, I hope I'm not late for my first day of training!" Her voice squealed with excitement. She dropped the honeycomb on the floor of the den and puffed out her chest proudly, trying not to look fatigued from battle scars. "I-I brought a little something too!"
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 12:37:00 GMT -5
Bouncefire
"I always like to start the day off on the right paw!" Bouncefire titled his head thoughtfully, not... Understanding, completely, so for a moment he stayed quiet as he pondered it. Not interested in finding a mate? It only seemed natural, and even as an apprentice Barkpool had never crushed on anyone? That was when Bouncefire was at his craziest. But now that he thought about it, he never did find that sort of behavior in Barkpool. He wanted to pipe up and ask how that was possible, prompt him into saying that he must have a crush on someone and was just hiding it from them, but then a memory hit him. Someone had asked him, prodded him into what shecat he was digging on, and Bouncefire wasn't sure how to tell them he didn't find them attractive... That person just kept pushing and pushing, and it made Bouncefire feel really uncomfortable. He didn't want to do that to Barkpool.
So, with a nod he smiled and continued. "I understand, heh - man you're lucky." He laughed cheerfully. "No one to hold you down!" His tone was playful, but as he said it his long, fluffy tail reached over and shyly twined with Wolfstar's, just a little.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 12:39:40 GMT -5
Dustwhisker - Camp - 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ
Dustwhisker was sitting in the medicine cat’s den, absentmindedly sorting herbs. She was just finished wrapping up her last bundle of marigold and felt grateful that no one had done anything stupid to injure themselves recently. Now thinking, where did Wheatpaw go off to? With a smile, Dustshisker thought about the dedicated young apprentice and sighed, shaking her head. She genuinely couldn’t have asked for anyone more fit for the job.
Then she heard pawsteps, and looked up. Wheatpaw had trotted into the den covered in bee stings, honey, and twigs. The young apprentice looked exactly like some sort of monster that had come of out the woods, one honeycomb clasped in her jaws.
Dustwhisker gasped. “Wheatpaw, what have you gotten yourself into? All for one honeycomb? I can’t believe you. Look at yourself... Your pelt must be stinging, and that’s more than enough to punish you for the stupidity. You need a good wash and some blackberry leaves for those bee stings. I thought better of you.”
She took the honeycomb and put it aside on a leaf, her eyes narrowed. “Silly, silly apprentice. You should be glad that you’re new. I appreciate the effort though, just...” she chuckled slightly, “never mind. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 12:47:19 GMT -5
Barkpool - Out of camp - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ Barkpool let out a sigh of relief when Bouncefire decided to stop pursuing it. His eyes twinkled with silent gratitude, and he tipped his head. Maybe Bouncefire understood how it felt to have someone pursue you about something that you weren’t interested in... but either way, Barkpool was thankful. He shook out his thick black fur.
“Yeah. Pretty lucky for me!” Barkpool laughed lightheartedly after a moment’s pause, picking up on how Bouncefire moved closer to his mate. He could tell that Bouncefire truly and really loved Wolfstar, and tried to think about that feeling for a moment before brushing it away.
“Anyways, we’re almost at the foothills. Time for some hunting! Challenge on, Bouncefire,” he quickly mewed. A competitive glint shone in his eyes for a moment and he flexed his claws.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 12:52:42 GMT -5
Wheatpaw
"Never give up on your dreams! One day, they will come true." Wheatpaw's ears slowly lowered sadly ad Dustwhisker scolded her. She expected this sort of lashing, after all, it was really dumb, she was just blinded by her determination to do good. A hot sting of shame melted into her heart, Wheatpaw dropped her head and nodded. "Yes Dustwhisker..." She mumbled, and then dejectedly sat down and looked at her messy fur. Where to even start?
But, never one to stay down for too long, Wheatpaw quickly brightened just a bit and lifted her head to Dustwhisker. "Uhm, maybe some... Stinging Needle too?" Wheatpaw's tail slowly drifted back and fourth on the ground, stirring up a little dirt. Her eyes were bright and hopeful. "They uhm, might... Uhm, maybe, help the poison from the bees?" She sounded very unsure of herself, but the look in her eyes was bright and hopeful.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 12:58:38 GMT -5
Bouncefire
"I always like to start the day off on the right paw!" Bouncefire lowered into a playful crouch, his tail releasing from his mates to lash excitedly. His claws unsheathed to dig into the ground, letting them settle to feel the earth between them. "You're so on!" His body began to buzz with the familiar adrenaline of the hunt, and his heart lifted in the joy of the competitive spirit. "Hey! Make sure to stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours!" He laughed, and padded up to Barkpool so they were on equal level with one another, both looking out to the expanse of rolling land and trees ahead of them.
The fiery tom turned a playful gaze at Barkpool, and then nodded. "Ready? One... Two-THREE GO!" He bolted ahead of him unexpectedly towards the Forging Foothills, his fur lifted with the rush of cold wind.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 13:17:39 GMT -5
Dustwhisker - Camp - 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ Dustwhisker looked down at her apprentice, stifling a smile. It was hard not to smile after seeing the endearing Wheatpaw trying so hard. She shook her head and began to reply,
“Yes, stinging nettle. It would bring down the swelling. A poultice of that and the blackberry leaves should help. Do you know how they look? They’re both in my herb stores. You go tell me which are which, then get yourself cleaned up. While you get rid of all that sap, I’ll prepare the poultice,” she promptly mewed.
For a moment, Dustwhisker realized that Wheatpaw looked embarrassed. “Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate the effort, Wheatpaw, but you need to think before you do things,” she half-purred while keeping her stern expression.
(Sorry my responses are a bit late)
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 13:24:02 GMT -5
Barkpool - Foraging foothills - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ
Barkpool nodded quickly, the competitive spirit blooming up as Bouncefire’s infectious energy transferred to him. He felt the wind tousle his fur and it gave him a spurt of energy.
“Deal! Let’s go!”
As soon as he saw Bouncefire sprint away, he did the same and made sure that the other tom had no lead. This was a good way to spend part of the day, hunting for his clan and engaging in some friendly competition. All other thoughts deserted his mind as he raced to the foothills, Wolfstar in the background.
Time to hunt, Barkpool thought to himself. All that apprentice training had surely paid off as he immediately caught some enticing scents on the wind, jaw hanging slightly open to take them in.
*I think we should wait for 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ before replying more*
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 3, 2019 13:54:21 GMT -5
Sorry guys went to the cinema! Shall reply once bome
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 3, 2019 14:47:39 GMT -5
Somewhat amused by his mate's overly competitive demeanour, the muscled tabby seemed content towards the rear of the group, despite what hierarchy might otherwise have dictated. Proud as he might have been, conceit nor vanity were words especially applicable to Wolfstar so he held no qualm at being left to trail behind his patrol. Though he allowed himself a quiet chuckle when his mate noticed the mistake and was swift to amend it, headbutting his mate in an affectionate yet teasing gesture before withdrawing the touch and continuing their hike. Ignoring his mate's continuing conversation, not in an attempt to be rude but rather a show of particular discomfort which almost seemed to replicate that of the interviewee. A passionate disliking of public displays of affection branched into the dislike of seeing them himself. To the point of disliking the very topic of conversation all together, as a result the leader kept his gaze fixed solidly on his thick furred paws. Preferring to be oblivious to the day to day lives of his clanmates rather than be up to date on all the gossip. Should the wish ever arise, he was mated to the tom who kept himself at the centre of it to the most part, so likely wouldn't often miss out on it. Having been so careful to ignore their ongoings, the leader admittedly missed out on the latter part of the conversation. As a result was taken by surprise when his clanmates took off at full speed, leaving the bulky tom cat in their wake. Blinking in surprise at this, Wolfstar let out a heavy chuckle of amusement. Speed was by no means his strong suit, but the very least he could do was try for the fun of it for once. Gathering his muscles beneath him, Wolfstar took off after them with an all mighty lunge. Momentum quickly dwindling given his larger size, as he pelted his way across the hilly terrain of his home. Eyes narrowed with concentration, the best he could do was keep his mate and companion in eyeline as they tore on ahead.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 15:43:44 GMT -5
Bouncefire
"I always like to start the day off on the right paw!" Bouncefire's pace slowed when he reached the tree line, he didn't want to alert any prey ahead and scare them off. His paws drifted to a halt, he then lifted his snout to the air and took in a long inhale. Several smells touched his tongue, most of them faint, but from the recent activity it seemed prey was still lush here, he just had to find it. His fur told him the direction of the wind, he made sure to stay downwind of it. Slowly, and with care, the fiery warrior crept across the forest floor. With a coat like his, hunting was no easy task. He had to make sure he was always concealed by cover, as any prey that looked in his direction would see him for sure.
Bouncefire kept his ears laid back, but attentive. He heard a rustle in the debris and snapped his head to the side to see a sparrow pecking carefully at some fallen nuts. The bird hopped across fallen leaves, head down as it picked up the nuts in it's jaws and began to smack them across the forest floor to try to crack them open. The toms eyes widened, he crouched lower and pulled closer. The thrill of the hunt, the anticipation, lit the warriors veins aflame. He got closer, and yet the bird was still oblivious. It was as simple as getting close enough and then leaping, his paws handing squarely upon his prey, and his jaws quickly ridding the bird of it's fright with a quick snap to the neck. It was always a relief when there was a clean kill, Bouncefire hated seeing the animals suffer.
Thank you StarClan. He sent a short prayer of thanks. Well, they had just started and already Bouncefire was proud! Every morsel they could get during leafbare was a miracle, but there was still more to do. He dropped the prey and promptly buried it, and then set off again. Wheatpaw
"Never give up on your dreams! One day, they will come true." "Yes m'am..." Wheatpaw nodded, and then bounded towards the herb storage. She had a faint memory of what the herb looked like, but it was a rather uncommon herb. Her memory brightened when she saw the sharp stocks of green, and picked up a couple of the seeds, as well as the leaves instructed and trotted towards Dustwhisker, setting them at her paws. She then plopped down and began to clean her horridly tangled fur. Wheatpaw didn't have incredibly long fur, but it had the thickness of a maine coon, cleaning it was a challenge. She began to lick her chest, she could still taste the honey and it made her smile.
She swept her large tail in front of her and began to pull the twigs and thorns from it. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to start things off good. I thought I could have gotten it without little trouble, because it's leaf-bare you know! I thought that... Maybe the bees were asleep, or something." She sighed, spitting out a twig she had in her mouth.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 3, 2019 16:09:19 GMT -5
Pulling to a halt later than his clanmates, paws kicking up dirt as he did so but he maintained his balance with some reasonable amount of dignity, more or less at the very least. Shaking himself out with a flick of his tail, sending pieces of grass, dirt and bramble flying from his dense tabby coat as he did so, the leader straightened after a prompt lap at his chest. He cast a half playfully challenging glare at his mate, daring him to say a word in terms of his late appearance. Wolfstar was bulkier than both clanmates present, and his speed held the consequence because of it. However, it seemed his mate was already distracted by the time Wolfstar had rejoined his small patrol. The tom's grey gazed followed his mate as he wandered through the longgrass in silence. Quiet fondness brightening his expression, but otherwise he remained silence, as though concerned the slightest breath might spook the prey in question. As much as he enjoyed hunting, it wasn't his greatest affinity where Bouncefire seemed to flourish at it. Everyone had their flaws, even Wolfstar had to admit it. He was grateful for his mate's capabilities in the hunt, there was no such thing as too many hunters in a clan. And the leader was proud to consider Bouncefire amidst that category. Pulling his gaze free of where it had been concentrating on the ginger tom, admiration was nice but productivity was necessary. He concentrated his senses on the foothills, nostrils flaring and eyes narrowed with a great deal of focus. His frame tensing as he pushed forward through the foliage. Seeming undeterred by the winds now, everything about him centralised on the hunt. Now all he needed was the prey to catch. Fortunately he didn't need to wait too long, the scent of a juvenile hare catching on the wind and making his fur bristle at the thought of a hunt. Turning away from his patrol without as much as a word as he dodged through the rocky area until he had reached the edge of the longgrass. There through the fronds he caught sight of a twitching tail and a soft brown coat standing out against the pale greens of the Foraging Foothills. Wolfstar tensed in preparation, gathering his strength beneath him as he prepared to pounce forward. Only at last minute to step through a dry twig, sending an all mighty cracking sound through the air. Stifling his growl of frustration at the sight of the hare bounding away, the tom didn't pause a second further and lunged towards it. Paws skidding on the moist ground underfoot but keeping his balance all the same. It didn't seem that the muscled warrior seemed to care about his lack of elegance as he pushed onwards through the longgrass. Catching the hindlegs of his pursuit with a swipe of his claws, and with a less than elegant bite the kill was finished. Yet Wolfstar seemed no happier about finally managing to make his attempts fruitful, flicking his tail as he returned to the patrol, dropping the bloodied creature to the ground. "I made a fool out of that," the proud tom cat muttered with a roll of his grey gaze.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 16:35:06 GMT -5
Batpaw
"What is this thing you call 'fun'?" Clan Camp... With anyone... @tags The sun had rose, and as expected, Batpaw came with it. Never one to waste a shred of daylight, the dark smokey apprentice had emerged from the apprentice's den as soon dawn shed it's sprinkle of light. His thick fur fluffed up against the assailing wind, he exhaled mist. Batpaw awoke that morning with a word to any of the other apprentices, or even so much as a glance to anyone he saw when he emerged. He kept his eyes forward, but seemed to look past his clan mates. Hmm... I guess there's nothing I can do. My mentor wouldn't want me out on my own during leaf-bare. I will wait for them to awaken. He cast a glace to the fresh kill pile, but didn't entertain the thought of grabbing a morsel for himself. Not when there were still elders and queens, and other weaker cats were hungry.
He began to pace in the camp clearing, his tail still except for the frequent flick to keep it off the ground.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 3, 2019 16:41:06 GMT -5
I very much enjoy the fact that Batpaw's picture looks like his tail is a wing XD I'm one to talk; can barely draw a stick figure using a ruler XD
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 16:44:17 GMT -5
(I love that little detail so much! ;w; It’s like a lil bat wing!)
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 16:49:32 GMT -5
Dustwhisker - Camp - 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ
She rolled her eyes. “Next time, don’t make assumptions. I admire your dedication, at least...” The medicine cat replied sharply, looking down at the herbs. At least Wheatpaw had picked right. After all that time watching her work, that apprentice was bound to pick up quite a lot. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was surprised that Wheatpaw had learned so quickly.
Watching her clean her pelt, Dustwhisker took up the herbs and got to work making the bee sting poultice. While working, she absentmindedly began to think about her apprenticeship and the stupid things she had done. Right on her first day as the medicine cat’s apprentice she had swallowed quite a few poppy seeds just to see what they would do and later the medicine cat had found her fast asleep, reprimanding her afterwards.
Yes, she had done her fair share of embarrassing things... at least Wheatpaw did this one with the intent of being helpful.
“Alright, come over here. I’m done and ready to treat you,” Dustwhisker called. “You can finish cleaning yourself up later.”
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Barkpool - Foraging Foothills - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ
Barkpool stood perfectly still for a moment, the wind rustling his fur. In just a short while he picked up a whiff of a small animal, slightly masked by other stronger scents but still very close. Was it a mouse? He tensed, then began to move swiftly across the hills after practically determining the source of this tantalizing opportunity.
Suddenly a rustling movement from a nearby clump of long grass and a flash of fur made him drop down into a quick crouch. Not wasting a moment, Barkpool built up momentum, keeping his breath steady, and then pounced. He unsheathed his claws and felt them hook into something wriggling and furry. Looking down, the brown-furred creature was evidently a mouse.
With a clean bite to the neck the rush of the hunt was over and Barkpool prodded the limp figure with a paw before gently lifting it up in his jaws. He shook out his messy thick pelt, grateful that this was quite the clean kill. Messiness was not in his nature and neither was violence, but even with this small kill pride welled up in him due to the fact that he was at least able to provide for his clan.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 16:50:22 GMT -5
Yess!! All those little drawings are really cute 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ , especially Batpaw.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 3, 2019 16:54:35 GMT -5
Just eating dinner, shall reply soon!
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 16:55:25 GMT -5
(Oh thank you! But I didn’t draw them, I commissioned them from Swampamus, you should really check them out they are a really good artist! <3 I think Batpaw might be my favorite too ;w; )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 3, 2019 17:04:34 GMT -5
Back, I'll wait for cac to reply before getting mine up if that's ok
what would you guys think about Dawn kitting today? would anyone aside from Cac like to claim a kitten?
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 17:08:00 GMT -5
(I think that if Wheatpaw’s first day of training involved a lifting would be awesome XD! I’d be willing to have Pebblekit’s form up today! I’ll hop on the laptop to respond now c: )
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 17:15:37 GMT -5
Back, I'll wait for cac to reply before getting mine up if that's ok
what would you guys think about Dawn kitting today? would anyone aside from Cac like to claim a kitten? I think maybe I’d like to claim one too, I could get the form up in an hour or so.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 17:26:44 GMT -5
Bouncefire
"I always like to start the day off on the right paw!" It was only a little later before Bouncefire trotted back to the patrol group, emerging from the tree line with the sparrow he had caught earlier, and a vole in his jaws. He sauntered with pride in his step, and a little height in his eyebrow that read 'Tch I know I'm good.' He bounded towards Wolfstar, raising his eyebrows up and down quickly, and then spat his prey on the ground before him. "Hold your applause," He stated, even though no one was cheering. His fluffy chest was puffed out to the fullest, he seemed absolutely inflated with pride. It was almost annoying. "Well so far I'm lookin' like a clear victor here!" He proclaimed, beginning to circle around Wolfstar, as if sizing him up.
Bouncefire took a moment to admire the strong leader, he absolutely loved the small smirk that he couldn't hold back. That smile, Bouncefire always felt... Warm when he saw it, like Wolfstar was amused and could see right through his boastful acts and appreciate the kit in him. "Guess it all depends on what Barkpool brings back." Bouncefire said. He did manage to catch two pieces of prey, but neither of them had a lot of meat on their bones. If Barkpool also managed to bring back two, and if his were more plump, and offered more meat, than he would be... losing.
Yuck! What was that word?! Bouncefire didn't even know the meaning! Wheatpaw
"Never give up on your dreams! One day, they will come true." Wheatpaw perked her head at her mentors words, and then looked down to herself as though she were seeing if she was in fact clean. All of the honey was gone, and for the most part the leaves and twigs and whatever other part of the forest she had taken back with her was now gone, strewn across the den floor instead. For once her fur was actually laying flat! She looked, clean, presentable, almost mature. "It sure is!" She chirped and then rose to her feet, her muscles still stinging from the bee stings. But, she knew Dustwhisker's work would make it all go away.
Medicine truly fascinated the golden tabby... Hunting and fighting for your clan was great, it kept stomachs full, and clan mates safe. But healing someone? Reversing the effects of sickness? That was... Divine. It was an act not every cat was cut out for, so when Wheatpaw realized that she really wanted to group to me HazeClan's medicine cat... She felt chosen by StarClan! And she was determined to do her best, to make everyone proud. Especially Dustwhisker.
Wheatpaw stopped in front of the older medicine cat, smiling at her before plopping down again. The second she sat down all of her thick, untamed fur immediately puffed back up again in a messy explosion of fur. She didn't seem to notice, instead beaming up at her.
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