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Post by SmugGull on May 28, 2019 4:43:03 GMT -5
Redwing's heart lightened as she heard her foster mother's voice drifting into the nursery. "We're fine!" she called back. "Is - is dad back yet?" she asked, unable to stop herself from worrying. She knew he'd rushed out of the camp after Streamheart had come back with the news about the patrol, but the nursery had been sealed off before he'd returned and she couldn't help but fret. There was a Sharptooth out there, and her father - well, he was a great warrior, of course he was, but he was so old -
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Post by owlspots on May 28, 2019 4:43:52 GMT -5
Whether Willownose was or was not hiding outside the medicine den was unimportant. What was important, however, was the fact that now she had an opportunity to be useful. "I'll go!" she offered immediately, poking her head around the side of the den entrance. She did not step inside, not wishing to encroach on Reedfoot's space and patience, instead standing in the entrance. Quailfang's body was the first she saw, and her eyes widened in horror. Quailfang had been her mentor, she respected and admired him more than anybody, and seeing him like that pricked her eyes with sorrow.
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Post by owlspots on May 28, 2019 4:49:46 GMT -5
Rosebloom reached out with her tail to offer Redwing some small form of comfort - how well it would work she did not know, but she was determined to at least try. "Foxbite will be okay," she soothed, "I'm sure he's back already." She looked up at Puddlecloud as the older she-cat entered and gracefully dipped her head, a warm purr rising in her chest. "How are things out there, Puddlecloud? Is the patrol back safely?"
She knew there would be injuries - it was a sharptooth for StarClan's sake, how could there not? - but to what extent she was unsure. Beetlekit nosed his way out from their nest, trotting over to Puddlecloud. The dark tabby kit stuck his nose straight up in the air, his amber eyes as wide as moons as he stared at the black she-cat. The question that he asked sent a chill down Rosebloom's spine, and the queen let out a horrified gasp.
"Did anybody die?"
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no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on May 28, 2019 4:58:03 GMT -5
Puddlecloud was silent, trying to think of what to answer first. "The patrol back, a lot are injured and Foxbite is in camp, I believe he is well." She mentally cursed herself for not checking more thoroughly on her friend, they had raised Redwing together she should have checked on him first. She shook her head quickly, erasing the thought from her mind as she let out a weak purr. "He's safe." She didn't answer the added on question that was given by Beetlekit, she thought it wasn't really sure who was lost yet and it seemed inconsiderate to answer that question right now.
She sighed and settled down on the ground, tucking her paws beneath her as she gazed into the den, she should at least acknowledge Beetlekit, make him feel heard. "I'm not sure just yet, little one. " She cursed, she answered him. "Please make sure to keep those questions for a bit later in the future, I know it's important to know but a major battle just happened."
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Post by SmugGull on May 28, 2019 5:03:57 GMT -5
Redwing looked at Rosebloom, worry fogging over her brain and leaving her confused at the older queen's horror.
"He's safe," she echoed, and from the nest she heard Scorchkit let out a gusty sigh of relief. It made her whiskers twitch - kits as young as hers often didn't quite have a grasp on death and injury and danger (which was what made them so distressing to take care of) - but Scorchkit was a sweetheart through and through and knew that if it was bad, he didn't want it happening to cats he knew.
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Post by owlspots on May 28, 2019 6:18:08 GMT -5
Rosebloom quickly reached out to scoop Beetlekit back into their nest. Beetlekit mumbled an apology to Puddlecloud, blinking round, innocent amber eyes up at the black she-cat from where he now crouched by Sootkit. "My apologies," she mewed rather breathlessly, lowering her head, "he's still young, he'll learn." She ignored the black tabby kit's indignant harrumph, instead curling her tail around him and drawing him closer to her. She would have to have a word with him later.
She glanced over at Redwing to see the look of relief painted on the younger queen's face, and offered her a small smile. "I'm sure he'll visit soon, he's likely running around on Thistleshade or Reedfoot's orders." With Sunstar out of commission and many of their strongest warriors injured and in the medicine den, leadership automatically fell to the deputy and the senior medicine cat; between the two of them, Rosebloom had no doubt they'd have half the Clan on their paws.
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Post by Lycaonia on May 28, 2019 9:22:27 GMT -5
Silverstrike whined weakly, but barely struggled as Reedfoot set his leg. Thistleshade ran her tongue over the short fur on his head, purring soothingly as she shushed him gently. The usually stern Deputy was soft and sweet as Silverstrike slowly drifted in and out of consciousness. Her ears perked up as she turned tired eyes to Willownose, drifting over to Winterpaw. "Thank you," She replied, acknowledging their offer to go out for herbs, "As Reedfoot said, Foxbite and Windstep should be available, but Windstep might be reluctant to leave Nightclaw and Quailfang, so don't be surprised if she doesn't want to and don't force her. Take the new she-cat, Jayflight, as well if she's still around. Starlingclaw and Rumblefoot too if you need more cats to carry."
Carefully, Thistleshade extracted herself from her fitfully dozing brother, padding softly over to Sunstar. She gently nudged him, aware of his wounds as she sat beside his nest. "Hey there," She murmured quietly, glancing sympathetically over his injuries, "Quit trying to hurt yourself more, mouse-brain." She reached out a paw to playfully tap him on the head, wanting to cheer him up a bit. "How're you holding up?" She asked, tail curling to brush against Sunstar's shoulder. Part of her wanted to know exactly what had happened, where the sharptooth was and how much danger the Clan was in. But most of her knew Sunstar wouldn't be here if the beast wasn't either dead or just gone.. He'd probably be dead.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on May 28, 2019 13:25:33 GMT -5
Pansyface caught up to Crowcall and stood beside him at the water’s edge, looking into her own reflection for a moment. Practically still looked like a kit and not a full grown warrior. She looked away from the water’s edge to sniff at the surrounding area, pushing away any obvious scent of damp soil and trees. “Do you smell any birds?” she asked aloud to Crowcall, giving him a kind glance.
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Post by owlspots on May 28, 2019 15:38:06 GMT -5
Sunstar stirred, roused from his half-conscious state by a paw tapping against his head. He slowly blinked open his eyes and found himself looking up at Thistleshade; she was apparently the first cat he'd seen since coming back who didn't look like they wanted to claw the fur from his haunches. He forced a grin, but he knew without having to see it that it looked horribly fake.
"Well, I just died like, twice," he rasped out, his whiskers twitching, "so take what you will from that. And I almost got everybody killed - there's a bonus, I guess." He sighed, curling his tail, and looked away from Thistleshade.
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Post by SmugGull on May 28, 2019 16:06:51 GMT -5
"If Windstep wants to help her brother and kit, she can do so by getting me some thrice-damned herbs," Reedfoot snapped at Thistleshade. Silverstrike's lack of reaction to his leg being set worried her - he needed to get his strength back up, and quickly. Unfortunately, that took herbs, fresh-kill, and time, none of which were plentiful at the moment. "I need stinging nettle and comfrey to make sure these bones heal, marigold to stave off infection, and I'm sure even you know what cobwebs are good for." With so many cats down and the apprentices confined to camp, Reedfoot was unwilling to let any cat sit on their paws for the sake of sympathy. "Speaking of helping, move. You're taking up space I don't have to spare - and you have a camp to run. Sunstar and Silverstrike will be fine."
That was stretching the truth a little bit - Sunstar would be fine, Silverstrike would...probably live, but if he did his broken leg looked clean enough to heal properly. Reedfoot's ears twitched at Sunstar's words to Thistleshade. Well, at least he knows it. That saved her at least half a lecture - a lecture that would have to be postponed until she could catch him alone. She didn't much care about her leader's reputation (never had) but hearing Reedfoot's tirade would undoubtedly distress her other patients, and she couldn't have that.
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Post by SmugGull on May 28, 2019 23:14:19 GMT -5
"We're fine!" Scorchkit peeped, just as his stomach gave a loud rumble.
Redwing winced internally. In all the commotion, she'd forgotten to nurse her kits - they were weaning, certainly, but they wouldn't be fully eating fresh-kill for another quarter moon at least. At least, that's what Puddlecloud had lead her to believe when Redwing (nervous and heavily pregnant) had badgered her for everything she knew on raising kits.
"Fresh-kill would be lovely," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Thank you, Puddlecloud."
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on May 29, 2019 0:12:08 GMT -5
Puddlecloud looked over to the fresh kill pile, it wasn't exactly full, far from it actually. She knew the patrol was out hunting for them, maybe she could find something left in the scraps and promise the queens she'd bring more back to them later? She heaved herself up, letting a soft groan out as though her body hurt but in reality it didn't, she just was stiff from the angle she was laying in. She made her way to the pile and sniffed at, spotting a mouse by itself. She knew the apprentice's should be doing this job but she would gladly take over, she scooped up the mouse and grabbed a small vole too in case the other queen was also hungry. She carried the two pieces back, purring to herself. She remembered when she had warriors and apprentice's alike bringing her prey, the main being her mate, Silentdawn.
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Post by Lycaonia on May 29, 2019 5:26:35 GMT -5
Thistleshade's ears went back in sympathy as Sunstar spoke. It must be so difficult to be Leader and she was kind of glad that Sunstar would almost definitely outlive her. She opened her mouth to reply when Reedfoot spoke up behind her. Thistleshade bristled, lips pulling back briefly from her teeth in a vicious snarl, before she forcefully smoothed herself out. 'One thing at a time,' She thought, taking a deep breath. "I can't deny this all went wrong," She murmured, nudging Sunstar gently on the brow, "And you'll have tonight to mope about it, but don't let it eat at you. Nobody's perfect, so learn from it, make your apologies and move on. I'll keep a guard up tonight just in case and get the details from you tomorrow. Just rest."
Thistleshade got to her paws and briefly checked over the den. She smiled gently at those who were still awake, before turning on her tail to leave. She paused just briefly by Reedfoot, as if she wanted to speak, but shook her head and moved on, slipping out of the den. "Windstep!" She called gently, making sure there was no panic or sadness in her voice so she didn't worry the Warrior, "May I speak with you a moment?"
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Post by owlspots on May 29, 2019 7:07:42 GMT -5
Sunstar's eyes followed Thistleshade as she left, her words lingering at the forefront of his mind. Having the support of his deputy despite his costly mistakes meant the world to him; he was glad that he'd chosen so well, even if the announcement of her appointment had been rushed in his mourning. His ears flattened to his head and he curled in on himself, tucking his paws underneath his body and wrapping his tail firmly around his hindquarters. He had half expected Reedfoot to launch into a furious mantra the moment Thistleshade left the den, but no such thing came. In more ways than one, he was glad.
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Post by zero on May 29, 2019 7:09:32 GMT -5
(If anyone needs someone to rp with, I have mothpaw and spottedkit open)
Owlswoop was an okay patient but mainly because he was nearly falling alseep every couple of seconds. He would be a perfect patient if he didn't keep trying to wake himself by shaking his head and then his body. Thymesprout did as well as she could with the tom's behavior, which he would not stop. The tom had cracked ribs and his entire side was scraped, which was fairly good considering the rest of the patrol. 'M I gonna go bald? He had asked, half awake at one point. Thymesprout's whiskers twitched before she nodded slowly. It was then the tom groaned before passing out. She could correct him after he woke up later, if he remembered. She doubted he would be bald for a lifetime, just for a moon or two. Well, maybe more.
"I'm done with Owlswoop. If you think you can manage, I'm going to go collect herbs with the patrol." Thymesprout said while returning some unused herbs Owlswoop didn't need. While she was bone tired, a trip to the starlake never felt like a restful night, she didn't trust warriors with the herbs. No offence to them but the small supplies which were delivered weren't in the best condition. Some of the leaves were crushed and most just seemed to be yanked from the earth. Still, she wouldn't leave if Reedfoot needed her.
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Post by owlspots on May 29, 2019 7:10:49 GMT -5
Whitebird trotted over to Crowcall, her ears pricked with interest after hearing him call out. She sniffed the air, curious to see whether the fluffy black tom had been correct, and was delighted to find that he had indeed picked up a scent. "You did a great job, Crowcall!" she encouraged him, her blue eyes sparkling as she beamed at the tom, "There's a pair of finches in the tree!" The little birds were on a branch a few tail-lengths above their heads, chattering and hopping around one another. They're likely mated, maybe there are eggs somewhere? She couldn't see very far up because of the dense greenery, so she couldn't quite spot any nest.
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Post by owlspots on May 29, 2019 7:14:09 GMT -5
Beetlekit wormed his way out of his mother's nest, a small scowl crossing his face. He was bored already, having been confined to the nursery all day (there was no way to sneak past Tallwhisker and Honeyblossom - he'd checked like, three times) with nothing to do. Sootkit didn't seem too interested in playing right now, but maybe one of the younger kits would. He didn't often play with Spottedkit, Stonekit and Scorchkit because they were much younger than he and Sootkit, but he figured they couldn't be that bad to hang around with. He caught Spottedkit's eye first. "Psst, Spottedkit!" he called out, his voice hushed, "Wanna play mossball?"
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Post by zero on May 29, 2019 7:37:18 GMT -5
Spottedkit looked at her mother, split between asking and just going, but decided it was just mossball. There was nothing wrong with throwing moss around. She wiggled past Stonekit and under her mother's tail to flop out of the nest when her footing disappeared. Standing in front of Bettlekit made her realize just how small she was compare to the almost-apprentice age kit. They may be still kits but they looked very different. While size didn't matter that much to her, she didn't want Bettlekit to look down on her or think she was too little to play. Some of the other cats had told her the latter before. She stood up as tall as possible to make up the difference. It didn't work at all. "I'm ready." She whispered before looking around, "Where's the ball?"
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Post by owlspots on May 29, 2019 10:44:38 GMT -5
Beetlekit grinned down at Spottedkit and beckoned with his tail. "Ball's over here!" he mewed, "One second." He bounded over to the back of the den, where he and Sootkit usually played ball (they had lost lots of moss-balls in the past, so they liked to keep them in the same place) and fished a small ball of moss from behind one of the empty nests at the back. "Heads up!" he called out, tossing it towards the smaller kit.
"Be careful, Beetlekit," Rosebloom warned, looking at him pointedly. The dark tabby kit rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement nonetheless. Rosebloom always made an effort to stress the fact that Redwing's kits were a lot younger and smaller than him and Sootkit, so he couldn't be as rough as he was when he played with his brother. But Beetlekit didn't particularly mind, he supposed they'd be able to play more exciting things when they were a bit older.
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Post by owlspots on May 29, 2019 10:46:47 GMT -5
Willownose was a little startled by Winterpaw as the white tom nudged her, but she immediately bounded after him. She watched as he bundled up the cobwebs, choosing to remain silent as he worked; there were no more cobwebs around here that she could see, so when they found more she'd be the one to collect them. "What are we looking for?" she asked, scanning their surroundings with slightly narrowed eyes.
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Post by zero on May 29, 2019 11:15:30 GMT -5
Spottedkit dashed after Beetlekit, trying her best to keep up with the tom. She blinked when he told her to wait and it was very, very hard for her to stay in one place. She craned her head in an attempt to see what he was doing. When she saw the moss ball, she jumped and 'readied' herself to catch it. She had seen some apprentices practicing moves in camp before. This is what all of them do before play fighting. Of course, her version didn't look like anything like the move but she was trying. She believed she was doing it correctly and that was all that mattered.
"Ready!" She said just before the ball was thrown. The kitten completely forgot about the position as the ball sailed towards her. She leaped. The ball bounced right past her. With a huff, she turned and leaped on it. Finally, her claws sank into the soft ball. Her ears flicked when Rosebloom spoke. She didn't really understand what the queen was warning Beetlekit about. The mossball was harmless. Then again, they had once thrown it through the nursery wall. She guessed they shouldn't do that again. It was cold in the nursery. Taking the ball in her jaws, she tossed it as hard as she could to the other kit.
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Post by owlspots on May 29, 2019 11:34:11 GMT -5
Beetlekit tried his hardest to stifle a laugh as Spottedkit missed the ball - he really, really tried, honestly - but he could do little to disguise the snort that escaped him. However, he didn't want to make Spottedkit feel bad, or anger Redwing and Rosebloom, so when he reached up to catch the ball as it flew back in his direction, he deliberately missed and fell onto his haunches.
He pounced on the ball and happily flicked it back towards the younger kit with a swipe of his paw. He noticed a bit too late that his throw had been a little too forceful, and he winced, flattening his ears to his head.
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Post by zero on May 29, 2019 11:42:25 GMT -5
Spottedkit watched as the other kit missed it. She didn't really pay much attention to it since her siblings and her tended to miss the ball a lot. Now that she thought about it, the warriors and apprentices they played with also missed the ball sometimes. It was strange but maybe that is just how mossball is. The ball always changed size and bounced weird. That was why. She was sure the ball was just hard to catch.
When the ball started to roll towards her, she braced herself. Only when it was a mouselength away did she realize how fast it was going. Split between facing it and getting out of the way, the kitten froze. The ball landed a direct hit and she let out a squeak. She didn't mean for the sound to come out but it did. The truly embarrassing part was the impact didn't hurt much at all but she stumbled and fell. Not wanting to end the play, she scrambled to her paws and quickly said, "I'm fine!"
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Post by owlspots on May 29, 2019 11:52:46 GMT -5
Beetlekit's eyes widened as the ball made contact with Spottedkit's face, and he took a step forward immediately as the other kit stumbled and fell. He released a deep sigh of relief when she scrambled to her paws and said she was fine - he'd been certain he'd been about to receive a stern talking-to from his mother or Redwing and was glad he hadn't actually hurt Spottedkit.
Usually Sootkit would've caught a throw like that, and then thrown it back just as hard in retaliation, but this wasn't Sootkit. He wished Spottedkit and the others would get bigger soon; sometimes it got boring with just him and Sootkit. He trotted past Spottedkit to retrieve the ball, as it had rolled off somewhere towards the entrance (he'd already lost two balls to the camp today, he wasn't going to lose another). He rolled it back towards Spottedkit so she could have her turn at throwing it.
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Post by zero on May 29, 2019 12:08:55 GMT -5
Spottedkit, determined to both prove herself and retaliate against the ball, threw herself at the moss. This time, she landed right on the target. It squished under her weight but most remained intact. Her triumph ended quickly when part of the moss flaked away to show a large millipede crawling around. The kit was beyond excited. The game was completely forgotten about.
"Look! Look!" She said as she dug out the bug from the moss. She remembered not to use her claws since the worm she had found a couple of days ago did not move after she dug it out with her claws. But it was hard and she had to use her claws a bit. Somehow, the bug remained intact and immediately curled when Spottedkit dropped it on the ground. She poked it with a claw after it didn't move. She looked up at Beetlekit. "What is it?" She asked the older kit. Surely, he would know. After all, he was almost an apprentice an apprentices knew everything. It only made sense.
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