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Post by dnacat on Feb 23, 2019 13:13:07 GMT -5
Spruceleap โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑั"They're just young and confused," Spruceleap said, a defending sentence said with no defending tone, but rather one stricken with uncertainty and doubt, "Leafstar will talk some sense into them, they'll listen to reason," Spruceleap looked down at Dreamwhisper again, forcing a half-smile onto his face, "And besides, they're still young. Plenty of time for StarClan to bless them with these blessings they seem so eager to get." He attempted to joke, shrugging his shoulders, as the tenseness had caused them to cramp sorely. Spruceleap really truly did believe that this would pass. Streamtrickle would never change, no, but the others would come around. The others just needed StarClan to prove themselves. And, maybe, StarClan would do so if forced to.
"I'm guessing Whitepaw's remaining apprenticeship will be spent in the elder's den, changing moss and putting mouse-bile on ticks?" He choked on an attempted purr for a second, before it came out naturally. It would be best to avoid this topic for now. He didn't want to have such a heavy conversation with his friends. They had talked about it enough already.
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Post by โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑั on Feb 23, 2019 17:26:16 GMT -5
Dreamwhisper - Camp - dnacat Dreamwhisper sheathed his claws as he let out a laugh of amusement. "You bet he is. Until he sees how naive he's being. Young cats...jeez." The tom relaxed and sat up, fluffy tail wrapping around his paws as he sighed. Best forget about what happened for a while. Until he needed to tell Mooncloud at least. "Has he always been like this?" Dreamwhisper looked over at Spruceleap with an amused stare as he questioned the smaller tom, "all high-strung? To be honest I'm a little tempted to go find the little mouse-brain and ask him what that was all about."
He kind of did, but at the same time, he didn't. While he disagreed with Whitepaw's opinion, it would be a fun little adventure to fill the day. He wasn't exactly tired any more. He figured since Whitepaw was Spruceleap's kin, he probably wanted to go find him, too. And Dreamwhisper wasn't exactly too keen on letting his apprentice out and about without assistance.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 23, 2019 17:51:20 GMT -5
Spruceleap โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑั "Ha, not always," Spruceleap remembered when Whitepaw was just Whitekit, an excitable young kit who wanted nothing more than to explore the camp and ask questions about the various feathers scattered around camp. The young tom who was always bubbly with laughter, and drooled a bit too much, so whenever he laughed it kind of sounded like he was drowning. Whitekit who used to spend his days guessing who would be his mentor. Spruceleap can't really remember the day he became so cold and blunt, as well as this rebellious.
"And yeah, I think it'd be an idea to go find him," Spruceleap looked about the camp, where cats were still murmuring back and forth to one another, shooting glares at cats who were opposed to them. He wanted to go find Whitepaw, of course, but he also needed to go breathe some fresh territory air, "Best to not leave him alone with thoughts for too long. Plus, who knows what he's getting up to out there. Only if you want to though, I'd get not wanting to go find that brat." Spruceleap stood up and stretched, his back leg sticking outwards, before he bowed down to stretch out his back, before shaking out his fur, a tuft of fur sticking up between his ears.
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Post by โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑั on Feb 23, 2019 22:25:24 GMT -5
sorry, got a little distracted playing WoW ~โโโโ~Dreamwhisper - Camp - dnacat The ruddy tom shook his head. Whitepaw was his apprentice. If something happened with him, it would reflect back onto Dreamwhisper. "He is my apprentice, Spruceleap. Can't very well have him getting into anymore trouble than he already is." He turned his gaze toward the opening of the camp. He didn't really look forward to any conversations with the brat, but ready to get it all other with.
Dreamwhisper got on his paws, and gave an amused look toward Spruceleap after he shook himself. He allowed himself a little chuckle and said, "might want to fix that before we go and get Whitepaw. Don't want to give him more fuel." Dreamwhisper instead reached over with one of his paws and patted it down before he started to make his way toward the opening of the camp.
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Post by graygoyle on Feb 24, 2019 2:48:18 GMT -5
Firestream - Old Halfbridge - Blaze โก
Listening to Sandcricket's soft voice did well to reassure the frazzled young warrior. She smiled up at her companion and sat up to her paws once more. Though they were only acquaintances, Firestream felt a spark come to life in her: a bond was born. It was small and fragile, but still heartwarming and comforting. Perhaps she would come to call Sandcricket her friend?
Staring out across the lake's calm surface, she watched the sun's reflection ripple. It twinkled in her eyes with its shine. She felt as peace, for once. With Mothclaw gone, she was no longer on edge. "Eh, let him come back," she mewed, shrugging her shoulders. "I know I am a capable warrior," she snorted. "Mothclaw can bark about it all he wants; I know my worth." She raised her chin defiantly.
As Sandcricket murmured her last comment about her mentor, Firestream's eyes lowered to her paws. A small sigh escaped her. For a moment, the fiery she-cat seemed to simmer down. "Yeah," she rasped. "I guess you're right..." Suddenly, frustration colored her features. "But we literally share a den! We'll go on patrols together, eat together... I can't escape him." Firestream looked back out across the lake, imagining a place far away from the oppressive eyes of her past mentor, far away from the Clan that praised him.
"Sometimes, I just want to leave," she admitted softly.
Silence engulfed the warriors. Firestream could hear the faint trill of frogs and the gentle waves brushing against the Old Halfbridge's wooden pillars. It was quiet, far away from the bustle of camp. Sandcricket was right. Firestream smiled to herself and glanced at her. "I can see why you like it here."
In response to her question, Firestream tilted her head thoughtfully. "My favorite place would be..." She pondered. "My nest." A giggle bubbled up from her, and she nudged Sandcricket playfully. With a small sigh, she sobered up. "It's funny you ask. I can't really think of anything I like about this place... Maybe the trees? I like to climb trees and get a good view of the lake from the top." Her eyes brightened. "I just like to imagine a place other than here. A place where I can do what I want, be who I want to be... Do you ever feel like that?"
As Brambleflower retreated from the leader's rock, Rainstone felt her heart flutter. Her speech was short, but it rang clear. She may have been rash, but she was more spirited than the rest for speaking her mind, and she admired her for that. Rainstone could not imagine voicing anything to the entire Clan, let alone something of that magnitude. The closer Brambleflower came to her, the more Rainstone realized that gravity seemed heavier and nonexistent simultaneously.
She found me in the crowd. Why was she looking for me?
Rainstone was surprised to see Brambleflower looking downcast as she drew closer. Could it be that she regretted her words? Maintaining her cold expression, only the gleam in her silver eyes betrayed the spark of fondness she felt for the other she-cat. "You did it because you believed," she reasoned studiously. She frowned and nodded as she pointed out bluntly, "It was dumb." However, a stream of warmth trickled into her voice. "But you spoke from the heart." A ghost of a smile appeared on her silver muzzle. "I envy you for that."
Blackscar - Camp - Lycaonia Following Lilyfern into the nursery, Blackscar felt his chest tighten. A chilling sense of deja vu overcame him as he entered the warm, thick air, and dim lighting of the den. His heart pounded in his chest as his memories swallowed him whole, gripping him mercilessly in a vision.
He saw Shellshine laying in a nest of moss looking melancholy. His yellow eyes flashed as she saw the tired gleam in her green eyes. He was young again, unscarred, and standing before the calico queen with a vole in his jaws. A peace offering. She gazed up at him and her eyes gleamed with love, but her expression was colored with distrust. I'm here. The echo of his words reverberated in his memories. When she spoke, her voice pealed like a bell, clear as day. I don't want you to be.
Don't call me that. Shellshine looked away, voice hurt. Go find Blueflower. It's not her I love; I never did. He stepped closer, imploring. I want us to be a family. I want to be yours, and you mine. Her whiskers twitched, and a small smile appeared on her white muzzle. Shellshine gazed into his eyes deeply, searching. That's a tall order. Though her voice was joking, it was meek. There was still pain. He spoke more seriously then. I have only ever loved you, Shellshine, and when you have our kits, I will love them too. I beg of you, give me a second chance. I was a fool, a foxheart... I do not deserve your forgiveness. All I have to offer you is my love, my devot- Stop! Just stop. Shellshine was gazing at him before she shook her head. I understand, Blackfeather. We're young, we make mistakes. I know I didn't plan to be in the nursery already, and I know you did not intentionally break my heart... but it happened. Here we are. She sighed, lowering her head and smiling to herself. And even through it all, I never stopped loving you. He practically collapsed into her as she spoke, smothering her in licks and purrs. Joy flooded his heart, and he smiled down on her. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I love you. I love you so much. Get off me, you big lug! she chided, laughing. After awhile, the laughter and purrs stopped, and they were laying in the nest together, staring at the ceiling. I'm scared, she confessed. He nodded. Me too. But that's okay! His tail intertwined with hers. We will make it through this, together. Yeah. She smiled. Together. Shaking his head, Blackscar snapped out of his flashback. He was gazing at Lilyfern now, his eyes glossed over. Pain rattled his bones as he fought back the assault of memories in his head. The lover's quarrel bled into a violent kitting that made the nursery smell of death and blood. Clearing his throat, Blackscar struggled to regain his composure as he watched Lilyfern's beautiful body stretch out against the moss, her belly full of their kits.
"They're strong because we are strong," he rasped, smiling. His voice sounded tired.
Nestling beside her, Blackscar sought healing and comfort in her warmth and scent. Stress seemed to melt away when they were close. Blackscar pressed his nose to her ear softly. "I love you."
Blackscar slowly tilted his head toward her stomach, pressing his ear against her, he closed his eyes and listened. All the torment seemed to fade away, and he breathed clearly. Sure enough, he felt a gentle kick at his cheek. A chuckle erupted from him. "I felt them!" he exclaimed in a whisper. "Amazing." Resting, his face there, Blackscar's eyes were half shut. He was lulled by his mate's presence and the touch of their unborn kits. "This is so amazing."
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Post by dnacat on Feb 24, 2019 7:05:39 GMT -5
Spruceleap โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑัSpruceleap felt his entire face heat up from embarrassment and, as Dreamwhisper turned around to leave camp, he licked his paw and smoothed down the fur between his ears as best he could. Spruceleap pressed his paw as best he could between his ears, straining his fore-leg to be at an angle it shouldn't, before he was certain he looked alright. He shimmied his shoulders as he readied himself to go find his defiant kin, and followed Dreamwhisper out of camp. He trotted along as merrily as possible, as if they were going out on a hunting patrol, rather than going to look for a cat who had just protested their entire clan's identity.
((Edit: Font Errors)
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Post by owlspots on Feb 24, 2019 11:02:49 GMT -5
BOUNCEWIND || CAMP The ginger she-cat scowled, pressing her ears flat to her head and lashing her tail. She slunk away from the base of the rock and followed the others into the crowd, shouldering her way coldly through her Clanmates. She did not wish to speak to any of them; they had made her place clear enough. Bouncewind stalked towards the warriors den and aggressively pushed her way through the entrance, heading towards her nest.
OWLPAW || CRYSTAL STREAM Owlpaw squealed in delight and tore after her mentor, small paws churning the slightly muddy earth as she pelted after the older she-cat. The undergrowth tugged at her fur as she ran but she ignored it and picked up the pace, determined to catch up to Swansong. The melodious trickling of the stream filled her ears and she perked up even more, pushing her legs to work double time.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 24, 2019 11:32:07 GMT -5
Swansong owlspots Swansong let out a howl, not an angry or pained one, but a happy one. A screech of delight as she tore through the muddy ground, her feet pushing her forwards. She leaped through one final bush, before she felt the ground turn grittier under her paws, becoming sand-like, and as she blinked once more the stream appeared in front of her, crystal-blue waters flowing beautifully, the sun angled so that some of the water turned a beautiful shade of gold. Swansong's laughter continued to bubble out, but she soon quietened herself down, panting heavily from the running and laughter. She didn't want to disturb the fish, or any other prey that hadn't already been disturbed from the noise she was making.
Memories of her and Bounceflight came back to her, the feeling of his dark-tabby tail draped across her shoulders, the sound of his laughter, the way she could feel it thumping out of his chest when she rested her head against him. The words he would croon to her, the tunes he would hum as he padded along the bank. The stories they would share, the jokes they would make, and the memories they forged together all flooded back to her, and she felt like a young she-cat again, fawning over a cute tom, which she was. She wondered if he was watching.
She looked over her shoulder as she heard Owlpaw approaching, hot on her heels, "Come on now slow-poke!" She called to the apprentice, "We'll never get fishing at this point!"
((Let me know if Swansong's font is too hard to read, I'm just messing around with the formatting of things. I'll change it, if it's a struggle to read.)) ((Edit: Font errors, if Swansong's title gets auto-changed to size 10 Times New Roman one more time I'm gonna flip a table))
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Post by owlspots on Feb 24, 2019 11:38:10 GMT -5
OWLPAW || CRYSTAL STREAM "I'm not slow! You're just... too fast!" Owlpaw meowed indignantly, raising her voice as much as she could to be heard. "You've got longer legs than me!" She was really out of breath and couldn't say another word after that, so she flattened her ears to her head for the final stretch before she slammed on the brakes hard and skidded to a clumsy halt beside her mentor, panting heavily and almost wheezing from the effort of her sprint. Despite her exhaustion, the young tabby's eyes remained bright and she excitedly bounced to her paws again like she hadn't just run a marathon. "I'm gonna catch a fish on the first try, just watch!" She declared, puffing out her pale chest.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 24, 2019 11:46:11 GMT -5
Swansong owlspots Swansong let out a smooth mrrow of laughter as Owlpaw quickly recovered, "Oh to have unlimited energy," She said in a mournful voice, as if she were an elder. She turned to the river then, padding forward, humming to herself as she dipped her paw into the waters. They weren't cold by any means, but they were just barely lukewarm, he tips of Swansong's paws turning a little bit numb, a static feeling running over them. But all it would just take a bit of adjusting and getting used to. She swirled the water around, seeming in a trance for a brief second, before she retracted her paw, coming back to life, "Come on over, Owlpaw. I'll let you get used to the feeling of the water before we work on catching fish."
She licked her paw to clean it of any grit in the water, before she lapped her chest, to get rid of the rubble that now dotted her tongue. To this day, she still could not bare the feeling of the gritty water in her mouth, grateful to whatever cat came up with the idea of soaking moss in the water. She noticed some fish darting through the waters out of the corner of her eye, and made sure to keep track of them if they neared too close to the shore, but waited patiently for Owlpaw to join her.
((Have to go for dinner, so I might reply a little later, but I will reply eventually))
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Post by owlspots on Feb 24, 2019 11:55:44 GMT -5
(Okay!! ^^)
OWLPAW || CRYSTAL STREAM She pattered obediently towards Swansong, head and tail high. Her eyes grew wide as she peered into the water, craning her neck slightly as she reached the very edge of the shore so she could stare into the shallow stream. "Fish!" She breathed with excitement, spotting the shine of their scales. Owlpaw eagerly raised a forepaw and began to lower it towards the water; she gasped when her fur made contact with the cool surface of the stream and, with maximum concentration, she pressed it against the grit at the very bottom. Even at the shallowest point, the water rose almost to her chest-fur, which both alarmed and excited the young apprentice.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 24, 2019 12:24:30 GMT -5
Brambleflower - Camp - graygoyle As she listened to Rainstoneโs somewhat comforting speech, her tight expression softened.
โI suppose youโre... right. At least I managed to speak my mind, but not without the whole clan shunning me. It would have been better to hold it in until the right time,โ Brambleflower admitted, her lashing plumed ginger-brown tail slowing down to gentle swishing. She forced herself to hold her head up and look at Rainstone head-on. Her gaze met with that of the gray tabby she-catโs and she felt a little spark run through her veins for a moment, green eyes dully twinkling.
โBut... youโre okay with my opinions, right? Even if you donโt agree?โ Brambleflower quickly added. She looked, searching, for any sign of Rainstone showing some sort of feelings about the protests. It was hard to dig deep into those stony cold orbs and even though she was often the expert at reading cats... Rainstone betrayed nothing, or maybe it was too subtle to realize.
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Streamtrickle - Camp - owlspots The lanky silver tom slunk around the rest of the cats after grudgingly hopping off the leaderโs rock, the fervor of the moment having worn off on him. Turmoil writhed around in his brain but he pushed away his thoughts. He was right and everybody else who didnโt agree was wrong. Suddenly he saw another cat displaying the same emotions as him, or so he thought. Bouncewind had made her way to the warrior den. She pushed past all the cats and immediately caught his eye.
โBouncewind! Wait up! Are you alright? I know the dayโs events might have been taxing but those that share the same views must... support each other in some way in order to make our visions a reality. At first some cats might be unwilling but if we try it will all fall into place,โ Streamtrickle mewed urgently to the angry and slightly older she-cat, prodding her gently with a paw.
โIโm sure we all need some rest though,โ he admitted, ready to gently maneuver his way past her and not expecting any sort of reply. Kindness would gain supporters, not just plain and simple words of persuasion or acts of coercion.
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Post by owlspots on Feb 24, 2019 12:29:37 GMT -5
BOUNCEWIND || CAMP Bouncewind lifted her head, ready to snap at whoever had disturbed her, but her eyes softened when she recognised Streamtrickle. "Yes," she murmured, "I'm alright. I just... Hadn't expected such strong hatred for our beliefs. What you said up there was right, I can't believe so few of us saw the truth." She kept her voice low, not wanting to be overheard. She watched him slip past her, and as he did she reached out to touch his flank with her nose: a simple gesture of friendship. "I'm glad you stood up today."
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 24, 2019 12:37:19 GMT -5
Streamtrickle - Camp - owlspots Streamtrickle nodded as Bouncewind spoke, tipping his head respectfully.
โThank you, Bouncewind. I appreciate your support, but others will come around eventually. We should host a meeting outside of camp for those who agree... but that will come later. Announcing in front of the clearing was too brash of me,โ he replied regretfully, maturity etched into his high-pitched voice.
Finally others were growing to see him as a comrade and not a mouse to step on. Pride washed over Streamtrickleโs pelt as he nodded one last time, a small smile directed towards Bouncewind slipping out for a moment. He made his way past her and found his nest in an instant, curling up and letting sleep fall over him like a heavy blanket.
Like always... his dreams were of revolution and greatness. Sleep was the best time to scheme.
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Post by owlspots on Feb 24, 2019 12:40:44 GMT -5
BOUNCEWIND || CAMP The ginger warrior returned Streamtrickle's small smile and settled down in her own nest which rested by her paws. She curled up into a tight ball, resting the tip of her tail over her nose as she closed her eyes. Perhaps in the morning, things would be better. She wasn't too keen on seeing most of her Clanmates again, after the display by the rock, but perhaps they would come around. Perhaps they would see that Streamtrickle's argument was the right one.
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Post by โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑั on Feb 24, 2019 13:03:27 GMT -5
Dreamwhisper - Camp - dnacat"Mooncloud complains that I sleep a lot." Dreamwhisper joked, "yet here he his, sleeping right through clan drama." He was trying to make a light-hearted topic while he did his best to catch Whitepaw's scent. With all the smells twisting together, it was hard to pick it out, but he could smell it. There, Dreamwhisper thought and changed his course of direction. "Oooh," He suddenly said, turning his attention to Spruceleap, "For the sake of small talk, remind me how your first hunt went?"
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Post by dnacat on Feb 24, 2019 13:29:00 GMT -5
Swansong owlspots Swansong laughed as she watched the water lap at Owlpaw's fur, "Well, we'll definitely need to find some shallower waters for you," She purred, nudging her apprentice jokingly, before she scanned the water. She waded into the water herself, towering over her apprentice, the water only lapping at her stomach fur. She watched as the fish darted around a little bit further than them, "Okay, so here's what we're going to do," She pointed with her tail to the fish in the river, "I'm going to go over there, and you're going watch me, and I want you to tell me all the things you notice, and then we'll work on your swipe strategy." She slowly got out of the water, stopping only to shake out her fur, before she approached the shore of the river.
((Sorry if my fishing lessons aren't great, I'm used to rping in ThunderClan-esque clans))
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Post by dnacat on Feb 24, 2019 13:46:10 GMT -5
((Sorry for double posting, I didn't see Blue's post)) Spruceleap โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑั Spruceleap felt his face heat up again as he remembered his first hunt, "Oh, StarClan, don't remind me," He had only been an apprentice for 3 days at that point, and while on patrol, he had decided he wanted to try and hunt. He had chased a mouse for what felt like moons through the dense forest, his mentor calling to him to just give up and come back, but he was insistent that he could catch it. He had been only a few mouse-lengths away from it, and his eyes had been focused in on it so much that he didn't notice the tree right in front of him and... well, you can imagine how that ended, "I was in the medicine cat den for five days. Five dragging, boring days. With Wolfheart!"
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Post by owlspots on Feb 24, 2019 13:57:19 GMT -5
OWLPAW || CRYSTAL STREAM "Okay!" Owlpaw mewed cheerfully, retracting her paw from the water and plopping down on the shore. She shook out her wet paw and placed it back on the ground quickly so she could watch Swansong. She was rather in awe of how the older she-cat strode through the stream as though the water was nothing, the small waves barely brushing the fur on her stomach; if Owlpaw had gone in that deep she'd be stretching onto her toes just to keep her nose out of the water. She observed her mentor's every move with determination: she was going to catch a fish today if she had to stay out here til sundown!
(Same! I'm making a Clan at the moment and I've put a river in the territory just so I can practice roleplaying in a setting that isn't like ThunderClan/ShadowClan)
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Post by Blaze โก on Feb 24, 2019 16:08:56 GMT -5
[ radiolizard Whose is Linnetpaw's mentor now? Since it appeared that Lazy Penguin left(?) I am not sure I just noticed they aren't on the member list anymore.
Also, I have Shyrabbit, Raggedfinch, and Linnetpaw open ^^; \
- - I always tell myself that I am going to write less and then I write more than I typically do. I am sorry, Gray xD] Sandcricket and Firestream / Old Halfbridge - graygoyle
Sandcricket gave Firestream a kind smile back, before directing her attention back to the water. She watched the waves come towards them like she was hypnotized by the gentle movement of the water. The creamy tabby flickered her eas towards Firestream as she laid there. "I guess you have been handling him since you were an apprentice," she meowed with a small giggle. She knew the clan would say it was the other way around that Mothclaw was handling Firestream but she should see that they both clicked together. She wondered if Leafstar knew what she was doing when she picked Mothclaw out to be Firekit's mentor all of those moons away. "Sometimes I wonder if he is afraid," she mused absently, trying to think of a reason for his harsh words. She was trying to think if she ever really saw Mothclaw spending time with anyone that wasn't Firestream. She was drawing up blanks. It might be possible that Firestream was the only clanmate that was close to him, sometimes cats act strangely when they only have one cat in the world left.
She shook her head, chasing away the thoughts. Mothclaw wasn't her problem. "You are a great warrior," Sandcricket agreed with a small purr that trailed off as she heard the small sigh from her companion. Sandcricket frowned for a brief moment, wishing she knew how to help Firestream but this was more of the situation that the ginger she-cat was going to have to solve on her own. "It is hard to escape from that," she agreed, flickering her tail gently over Firestream's paws, it was the only part she could reach. "There is always someone there," she meowed, her face twisting in a light scowl. An expression that wasn't seen on her face often. She lashed her tail once. Sandcricket was used to keeping control and hiding her emotions, well the more extreme ones at least.
"If you ever find a way to leave, take me with you," she murmured. Sometimes it was bearable but sometimes, Sandcricket hated the pressure of being a warrior and living among a clan. She loved her clanmates but at the same time, she wished they weren't always there. She relaxed again as they both fell into a period of silence. She flickered her ears as she heard the birds chirping in the woods behind them and the small rustling of bushes. Prey was plentiful and that was one less thing to stress about.
"This place is truly lovely," she grinned, swiping her tail across the wooden boards before she gently rolled over onto her back. She reached out with her paws as she gently stretched in the warmth. Sandcricket let out a murrow of laughter, "Mine too," she flashed back with a mischevious gleam in her eyes as she swatted playfully back at Firestream. "I do enjoy sleeping and napping," she meowed back with a joking purr. She fell silent as Firestream continued on, her honey gaze staring intently as she spoke. She twitched her whiskers and rolled back onto her stomach. She paused for a moment as she gathered her words. "I think it would be interesting to be a bird," she mused and titled her head, "If you are a bird, you can fly away and go wherever you want," she meowed, glancing up. "The sky is your limit," she meowed with a gentle smile, although if she thought about it. "Sometimes I wish we could leave the island and all of our structures but we are warrior cats," Sandcricket meowed with a crinkle of her nose. She understood how Firestream felt, she had the same wishes for time to time but how could they indulge in those when they lived on an island? The clan was always going to be the only thing they knew. There was nothing going to be a great adventure elsewhere.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 24, 2019 17:00:29 GMT -5
Yes, they sent me a DM. Iโm not sure yet, Iโll appoint a mentor shortly.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 24, 2019 17:02:56 GMT -5
SwansongSwansong slowly crept out of the water onto the bank, pressing herself down onto the ground as she watched the fish. They panicked for a moment, having sensed Swansong's movement, and for a second Swansong thought she had ruined the hunt. But then one fish, a smaller one, a younger fish she assumed, wandered closer to the waters edge, curiously investigating where she had been but a breath ago. Swansong crawled towards it, careful not to stir the water, before she extended a paw, batting at fish, stunning it, before she used her paw to toss it out of the water catching it in her mouth, water spraying in the air. It floundered for a bit, tail wagging, before it ceased to move. Swansong stood taller in victory, ears perked up, before she looked to Owlpaw.
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Post by โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑั on Feb 24, 2019 20:31:18 GMT -5
OOC;; I have Mooncloud open! Sorry if my responses are slow, I've been hanging out with friends while I have no work. Promise it wont always be like this. I'm still trying to get all into RP again after like a 2-3 year break, so feel free to critique me.
Also??? let me know if y'all are ok with the coding. i'm just trying to test some stuff out, probably make some art for my characters and have it as an icon on the side of the post. to make it look neater? idk ~โโโโ~Dreamwhisper - Camp - dnacat Dreamwhisper let out a long, hearty laugh. He wished he could've been there to see just how badly the other tom had messed up. "No kidding? Poor little Sprucepaw, stuck in the medicine den with Wolfheart. Sure nothing like that will happen again? Look, you're still all scrawny!" Dreamwhisper flicked his tail over to Spruceleap's side. He was sure one little nudge would be enough to knock him over. He looked back ahead of them, almost a little exasperated how far his apprentice had actually run. Even if it hadn't been long yet, Dreamwhisper felt as if they'd been looking for moons already.
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dnacat
But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 25, 2019 13:37:18 GMT -5
Spruceleapโงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑัSpruceleap dramatically stumbled to the side, as if Dreamwhisper's flick had been a swipe across his side. He steadied himself flamboyantly, before falling back into pace alongside his fellow warrior, "Well, everyone is scrawny to you when you're like-" Spruceleap broadened his shoulders and attempted to walk like Dreamwhisper, looking like a completely mouse-brain whilst doing it. But the mischievous glint in his eye showed he was fully aware of what a mouse-brain he was being, "And I'm like-" Spruceleap shrunked in his shoulders, sucking in his breath. His stomach seemed to almost arch inwards, though the change between him holding his breath tightly and breathing normally was almost non-existent, "Y'know?" Whitepaw's scent was getting fresher and fresher with every passing heart-beat, and Spruceleap just hoped they would find the apprentice soon. WhitepawWhitepaw crouched down beside the old tree that was now a pale-grey with age. He would stay here for a while, and wait for his clanmates to cool off, before he would return, sobbing and sorry, apologising for the, "worst mistake he could've made". He'd sing a song of youthful gullibility and hopefully would win over the hearts of his sympathetic clanmates. He flicked his tail before he lay down fully, a low purr humming out of his chest as he lay in the nest he had made for himself.
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But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 25, 2019 13:37:47 GMT -5
((Also I like the coding! It looks cool, in my opinion))
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Post by โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑั on Feb 25, 2019 14:18:41 GMT -5
OOC;; Thank you <3
i'm tempted to throw in Dream's father, Leo into the mix maybe as a rogue or a Dark Forest member that supports the rebels and most likely a murderer, too. ~โโโโ~Dreamwhisper - Camp - dnacat He looked on at Spruceleap in confusion. The other tom made some strange explanations sometimes. It made Dreamwhisper confused enough that he was thoroughly amused. "Sure, I know. You're so weird," He replied, he hadn't meant it in a bad way, in fact, he gave Spruceleap a good-natured smile.The other tom was highly more expressive than Dreamwhisper and his own brother and frankly, it was a nice change. It was honestly kind of cute to him.Weird kind of cute. "Geez. He really went far, did he?" Dreamwhisper huffed, "at this point I'll be too tired to talk to him."
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dnacat
But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 25, 2019 14:41:44 GMT -5
((Oo that would be interesting, especially considering Dreamwhisper is steadfast loyal to the clan)) Spruceleap โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑั"Weird way of saying charming," Spruceleap couldn't help but tease, chuckling a bit afterwards when Dreamwhisper began to huff and puff. He was grateful for his skinny body, it made it easy to walk longer distances, "It's all muscle." Spruceleap mimicked Dreamwhisper, nudging him slightly, "Come on! Not that much longer, it reeks of him. I swear, he must've marked every single leaf he came across." Spruceleap wrinkled his nose as Whitepaw's scent became stronger and stronger. The young tom had always smelled strong, but never this bad. WhitepawWhitepaw perked his ears up as he heard the far off crunch of twigs and leaves. Had someone come looking for him? He narrowed his eyes, the fur on the back of his neck prickling, as he unsheathed his claws. It could just be someone like Spruceleap, coming to look on him out of a kind obligation, or it could be Blackscar, who most definitely wouldn't hesitate to slash him over the ears. Whitepaw's haunches moved up and down, ready to pounce.
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Post by owlspots on Feb 25, 2019 15:15:36 GMT -5
OWLPAW || CRYSTAL STREAM Her eyes rounded in awe, Owlpaw watched her mentor carefully, making a mental note of how she waited by the water and how she stunned the fish before scooping it out. When her mentor raised her catch into the air triumphantly, the little apprentice bounced to her paws and twitched her whiskers happily. "Wow, that looks like fun! I promise I watched really carefully!" She beamed.
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Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Feb 25, 2019 20:03:30 GMT -5
~Lilyfern - Camp - Blackscar (graygoyle )~
The warmth of her mate curled at her side was enough to set the golden Queen purring once more. The gentle rumble filling the space as her eyes slid half closed, contentment finally pushing away the last of the worry and irritation that had been lurking in the corner of her mind. Blackscar's scent, familiar and comforting, caused her heat to beat faster in her chest as it seemed to swell with love for this ragged, troubled tom that had so caught her attention with his strong heart and good humour. She remembered the first thing that drew her to him. Not his impressive build, or the patchwork of scars that crossed his hide and spoke of sacrifice for the Clan, but his laughter. It drew her like a moth to fire and she had expected to be burned, those she had expected the rejection to be kind. To have been accepted in return was something she had never expected.
'And now look at us,' She thought, watching as Blackscar settled his head against her side, 'How far we have come from those early days.' Chuckling softly, Lilyfern reached down to slowly groom her mate's ears as he felt the movement of their kits, so close to coming into the world. "I love you too," She returned softly, enchanted by his amazement. Her heart ached briefly for Shellshine. She had never known the other Queen, but the ache her death had caused Blackscar was enough. She knew that if Shellshine hadn't died during her kitting, then she probably wouldn't have Blackscar by her side today, but she almost thought it worth it if the tom she adored was spared the awful grief of loosing mate and kit in one terrible day. Her purring hitched slightly and she once more prayed to StarClan, desperately wishing for her kitting to go well and thanking them for the blessings they had given to her so far. The day's emotions left Lilyfern tired and she set her head down, yawning widely and ready for a nap.
~Needlestrike - Camp - Shyrabbit (Blaze โก )~
Needlestrike felt the bubble of glee in his chest threaten to emerge as a chuckle as he listened intently to the conversation happening inside the Warrior's den. Such young, passionate cats with such noble ideas of changing the world. It was such a pity their plans had little hope of ever succeeding. But still, it would provide an opportunity. He could almost imagine how it would feel, Leafstar dead at his claws and the wretched Clan scattered. Though the Leader had still been an Apprentice when his father was banished, she represented the vile Leader who had cast Waspcatcher out in the first place. He regretted not being able to end the fox-hearted rat himself, but Leafstar would do as a replacement.
For now, however, the steps he was willing to take would have to be very careful indeed. The large tom scanned the Camp and, spotting someone useful, padded across to where Shyrabbit sat, looking quite ill. "Shyrabbit," He mewed softly, tilting his head in concern, "Are you alright? You look... unwell after all that."
~Snowpaw - Camp~
Snowpaw lifted his head from where he had curled his head under his bushy tail, waiting the argument out with mounting horror. That the voices were so familiar only made him want to shut out the noise all the more. He and Whitepaw had never really been close, but they were denmates and beyond that, kin. Their parents had been littermates. And Brambleflower... Sweet, friendly Brambleflower who he had looked up to so much. Had adored having as his Mentor. Participating in something that could tear the Clan apart. Shaking slightly, the young tom scrambled to his paws and darted for the Apprentice's den. He curled up in his nest and closed his eyes. He loved TreeClan, loved StarClan, but he loved those who stood up today just as much, however he did not support their ideas. Resolved filled him. He would not get involved in this. Whether the idea lived or died, he would not choose between those he loved.
~Wolfheart - Camp~
Wolfheart grumbled to herself as she made her way into Camp. The thickets that surrounded their home snagged on her fur where it had become tangled in her foraging and the Medicine Cat couldn't help but wince at the slight pain as she carried her important burden through the tunnel. Emerging into Camp, she noticed right away that something had happened, but didn'tlet it show on her face as she nodded to the cats around her. She headed directly for her den, slipping through the roots that bordered the entrance and relaxing as the soothing scent of earth and herbs reached her nose. There was always part of her that wanted to stay in this comforting, familiar place for the rest of her days, never leaving it's warm scent. She knew she couldn't - herbs didn't collect themselves and she could hardly leave such an important aspect of her job to a Warrior untrained in herblore, even if she wanted to or could justify it. Sighing, the prickly she-cat set own her precious bundle - Fennel and Borage, both useful for Lilyfern's upcoming litter. She'd have to talk to her sister later, she knew, but for now she began the process of preparing her herbs for storage.
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