|
Post by SmugGull on May 29, 2019 15:17:37 GMT -5
Windstep scrambled to her paws as Thistleshade approached. "Are they all right?" she blurted out. "I - I mean - what do you need, Thistleshade?" she corrected, forcing her pelt to smooth back down and reassembling her composure. She couldn't help glancing over the deputy's shoulder, though - towards the medicine den. If there was anything she could do to help...
|
|
|
Post by SmugGull on May 29, 2019 15:35:46 GMT -5
(Out of curiosity, how old is Finchcall?)
Reedfoot's ears twitched in irritation at Thistleshade's wordless outburst (it was only classified as an outburst because Reedfoot's nerves were wrung out, she hadn't had this many cats in her den since the Black Moons and at least that was straightforward.) It was fine, she'd dealt with worse, but the number of cats in and out was making her fur crawl.
She snorted as Thistleshade left. "When you've been a medicine cat for sixty moons..." Thistleshade had barely been alive for half that long - Reedfoot was hardly going to take advice on how to do her job from a young'un like that, deputy or no.
Reedfoot was distracted from her increasingly irate thoughts as Thymesprout spoke. She shook her head in response. "Winterpaw and Willownose just left - Thistleshade may be putting together an herb patrol, so go with them if she needs you, but otherwise stay here."
The willow bark went to Silverstrike, and the thyme and chamomile was split between him and Owlswoop (who looked to be doing a bit better now that Thymesprout had tended to him). Reedfoot suppressed a yawn as she stepped away from the two - StarClan, she could use a nap, but if they lay down she wouldn't be getting up until the next half-moon and she was needed here. She padded back to Quailfang and Nightclaw - the thyme had settled Quailfang down, but his breathing was still too fast. She sniffed at his head wound suspiciously and grimaced - as soon as Winterpaw came back with more cobwebs, she was going to have to take off the dressing and clean that injury again.
|
|
|
Post by SmugGull on May 29, 2019 15:37:08 GMT -5
Scorchkit, who had been watching Spottedkit and Beetlekit playing with wide eyes, scrambled over to Spottedkit's side as soon as she found something. "What is it what is it what is it?" he asked, bouncing on the edge of the mossy nest. "Woah...." He turned to Beetlekit with wide, expectant eyes, waiting for an answer to Spottedkit's question.
|
|
|
Post by owlspots on May 29, 2019 16:37:31 GMT -5
Beetlekit cocked his head curiously, trotting over to see what Spottedkit had found. He peered down at the insect, gently nudging the smaller kit out of the way so he could get a look at it and figure out what it was. "It's a millipede!" he declared proudly, puffing out his chest with glee at being able to recognise the bug - he and Sootkit had found a millipede last moon, before Redwing's kits had been born, and Rosebloom had explained what it was to them.
He poked at it with a claw, and the insect curled in on itself as it had done when Spottedkit had dropped it. "Bugs are funny," he mewed with a small giggle.
|
|
|
|
Post by Wolfspirit on May 30, 2019 0:21:36 GMT -5
(Quickly letting you know I'm back from vacation! Ready to get back to it after I sleep for like 10 hours)
|
|
Bisexual
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
back back back again
|
Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on May 30, 2019 4:08:56 GMT -5
Breezebounce was to say the least a little taken aback by Deerfeather's request, and he flushed, his eyes widening. "A-Alright," he stammered out after a moment of dumbfounded silence, avoiding the she-cat's gaze. He shifted in his nest so that he was in a more comfortable position, and at a better angle for Deerfeather to be able to reach him as sitting up he was much taller than she was. "I'm...really sorry that Thistleshade got angry at you," he murmured quietly, "you didn't deserve that." Deerfeather didn’t think anything of her offer until she saw Breezebounce’s reaction and she realized how she may have been coming off. Her ears grow warm for a moment but she collects herself quickly, moving close to his side and starting to smooth her tongue over his fur, beginning at the back of his head. She didn’t realize just how much taller the slightly older tom was until now, appreciating how he moved for her so she could reach him. “Well, you didn’t deserve such a strong reaction for her either.” She’s quiet for a moment as her tongue goes over his cheek now. “I mean, she’s right that you shouldn’t have left, but I don’t think getting angry at you about the damage that was already done is a good way to go about it. It’s not like this all happened because you left camp, it would’ve happened regardless if you’d stuck to your position or not.” Not one to talk usually, Deerfeathers pelt grew warmer with embarrassment when she realized she began to ramble a little bit. “That’s just what I think at least.” The tabby finally concluded, shutting herself up by occupying herself with grooming the rest of his head and muzzle.
|
|
|
Post by owlspots on May 30, 2019 5:24:41 GMT -5
(don't worry about it rainy ^^ and welcome back wolf!)
Breezebounce allowed himself to relax into Deerfeather's touch as he listened to her talk. While they hadn't spoken much before, after the events of the day he certainly felt a lot closer to her, and he was grateful for her company and her comforting words. "Maybe you're right," he mewed after a while, his voice barely more than a small exhale. He had barely even noticed how much she'd spoken, content with sitting there and listening to her; he appreciated her reassurance and it did make him feel a little bit better about the whole situation. "T-Thank you for- for standing up for me," he murmured, turning his head just enough to catch Deerfeather's eye and offer her a smile.
|
|
|
|
Post by zero on May 30, 2019 6:51:09 GMT -5
"A Millipede!" Spottedkit repeated, very excited to learn what this bug was. She circled around the bug to prevent it's escape as it started to uncurl. For a second, she wondered I it was dangerous but she completely dismissed the thought after seeing it curl again when Beetlekit touched it. No way could a scaredy cat-bug hurt anyone. It seemed as harmless as Stonekit. "We should keep it." She said, looking up at the other two then back at the bug, "We can put it in a nest and feed it every day."
|
|
|
Post by owlspots on May 30, 2019 8:21:17 GMT -5
Beetlekit's gaze flitted between Spottedkit and the bug for a few seconds. Rosebloom didn't like bugs, and she'd probably be upset if she found out about them keeping the millipede, but it sounded like a fun idea to Beetlekit - as fun an idea as he'd heard all day, anyway.
"Yeah, we can keep it at the back of the nursery," he agreed, pointing with his tail to the empty nest at the back of the den. That nest had been there for as long as he could remember, and there was a faint scent attached to it but Beetlekit didn't recognise the scent at all; it was probably really old, anyway, and they'd just never bothered to throw it out. "What do millipedes eat, though? We should ask a warrior," he mewed contemplatively, glancing up at Tallwhisker and Honeyblossom who still stood guard.
|
|
|
Post by owlspots on May 30, 2019 8:22:26 GMT -5
(I'm going to skip forward a moon tomorrow if everybody's okay with that! I'll add the timeskip schedule to the front page ^^)
|
|
|
Post by Wolfspirit on May 30, 2019 12:00:45 GMT -5
(Thanks owl! And gotcha- so for that moon will the clan have just been recovering from the fight and fortifying walls?)
Hornetpaw was happily surprised by Sweetpaw's comforting gesture, the apprentice's kindness making her feel more welcome than ever. Nodding, she glanced at the medicine den again, wondering how Winterpaw and Reedfoot were coping with all the injuries.
Beside her, she saw Beepaw dip his head at Sweetpaw's words. "I hope he'll be okay," her brother said quietly, sympathetic.
Having seen Silverstrike being helped into the den, Hornetpaw couldn't help fretting over him and whether he would be okay. So many injured cats! And I had thought there was nothing to worry about. The word 'sharptooth' could still be heard muttered around camp, and she couldn't help but wonder what sort of beast could do this kind of damage. Nothing they'd seen in their field, that was for sure.
Glancing around camp, Hornetpaw itched to do something, anything. Though Thistleshade did tell us to watch over the medicine den, so I am helping.
|
|
Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
|
Post by Lycaonia on May 30, 2019 16:05:52 GMT -5
((Time skip's good for me too ^^ And I may be slow over the next few days. I seem to have caught some kind of bug, maybe even the flu XP And Finchcall is about 80 Moons. He was moved to the Elder's Den very recently.)) "Easy Windstep," Thistleshade purred soothingly, "Reedfoot and Thymesprout are doing all they can for Quailfang and Nightclaw, but with so many injured cats, their stores are running low. Winterpaw is already out, but we'll need another Herb Patrol. I know you may wish to stay close to your family, but I would like you to consider going on the patrol. It may do you some good." She huffed internally at the thought, but having Windstep do something productive for her family may be better than having her sit around moping and worrying. "Foxbite and Jayflight would be going along, and Thymesprout of course," She informed the Warrior, tail curling to brush soothingly against the older she-cats shouler.
|
|
|
|
Post by techitisJ on May 31, 2019 11:45:01 GMT -5
(timeskip is fine with me)
Jayflight had decided to make herself busy by helping to reinforce the walls that protected camps, just trying to make herself helpful for the clan, even if it was only a little bit helpful at the time. Her large ears pricked when she thought she heard her name. She slowed down her work, listening carefully. Did she hear something about a herb patrol in there?
|
|
|
Post by owlspots on Jun 2, 2019 8:54:13 GMT -5
(yeah pretty much, the Clan will have spent the moon recovering!)
Breezebounce sat up as Deerfeather moved away and stretched out his forelegs. "I suppose I'll apologise again later," he mewed, curling his tail around his paws, "and I'll just have to work really hard on whatever apprentice duties Thistleshade will undoubtedly have me on." His tone was lighter than before, and he'd visibly perked up. "Yeah, I feel a lot better - thank you, Deerfeather." He finished his sentence with a happy little 'mrrp' and twitched his whiskers. Should he return the favour? It'd probably be the polite thing. But then he didn't want to make things awkward between the two of them even if it was only for a few seconds. "Do you, uh-" he began, his voice faltering as he stammered dumbly, "want me to do yo- I mean, like, uh- can I-?"
He gestured vaguely, hoping that Deerfeather would catch on. Oh, nice going, mousebrain. He winced at his own words, cursing himself for his own inability to talk to pretty cats.
|
|
|
Post by zero on Jun 4, 2019 6:09:13 GMT -5
Timeskip is good with me. )
Spottedkit crouched so she was eyelevel with the bug. she really wished animals other than cats could talk. Then they could just ask it what it ate. She sat up when Beetlekit looked to the warriors and followed his gaze. She didn't want to ask the warriors. They might take away the insect. She didn't know why they would but she knew some cats didn't like them. She looked back to find the bug escaping through the nursery walls. She let out a squeak and dove after the millipede.
Her tiny paw flexed around air. Not even a leg was caught. Her tail lashed as she withdrew her paw. "It's gone." She pouted.
|
|
|
Post by SmugGull on Jun 10, 2019 0:25:16 GMT -5
(Timeskip is also good with me - I'm assuming it'll happen when you're back from exams?)
Scorchkit's face fell. "Aww," he mumbled, nosing at the opening. It was tiny - way to small for a kit to fit through - he could barely even get a paw into the opening, much less out the other side. "Maybe we'll catch another one," he offered hopefully.
|
|
|
|
Post by owlspots on Jun 29, 2019 10:55:36 GMT -5
(ahhh i'm so sorry for the inactivity everyone, i've been a lot busier than i thought and i haven't really had much motivation to get on and roleplay. is everybody still okay for a timeskip?)
|
|
|
|
Post by SmugGull on Jun 29, 2019 11:29:54 GMT -5
(So am I!)
|
|
|
|
|
Post by zero on Jun 30, 2019 18:25:21 GMT -5
Sounds good. )
|
|
|
Post by Wolfspirit on Jul 8, 2019 21:52:31 GMT -5
(Same here!)
|
|
|
Post by owlspots on Jul 10, 2019 6:08:37 GMT -5
(time skip has officially taken place! feel free to post the moon's starters while i age everybody up ^^)
|
|
|
Post by SmugGull on Jul 10, 2019 16:01:52 GMT -5
(we're back babey!!)
Quailfang watched the first rays of sunlight filter in through the medicine den as dawn broke. Sleep had been hard to come by since the battle with the sharptooth, his dreams interrupted by blood and flashing fangs and the screams of the wounded. It wasn't as bad now as it had been in the days after, but it wasn't...good.
And it would have - it might not have been fine, but it would have been better, if Sunstar had remembered to give the signal.
He rose to his feet, grunting as his injuries twinged painfully. He was, as far as he could tell, mostly healed - but he still tired easily and hadn't regained the strength he would need to keep up with his warrior duties.
And then, of course, there was the other issue.
As Quailfang padded towards the entrance of the den, intent on picking out fresh-kill for himself and the others in the medicine den, his shoulder clipped against the rocks at the entrance. He staggered sideways with a hiss, shaking his head in frustration. The blow to Quailfang's head had rendered him blind in his left eye. He was struggling to relearn how to judge distance and regain his spatial awareness. And sometimes, he just ran into things on his left because he didn't see them.
It was beyond frustrating.
|
|
Genderqueer
smokey
we out here
|
Post by smokey on Jul 10, 2019 19:02:27 GMT -5
(and with this timeskip, i return)
Nightclaw limped across the forest floor just outside the camp entrance, determination burning in his blue eyes. The medicine cats had insisted that he remain stationary for another half moon, but the busy body warrior couldn't stay off his paws. He had at least listened to them in regards to one thing; he wouldn't run. He certainly wanted to, but any time he even considered it, his hind leg would begin to ache, reminding him that he was still in a fragile state. The scent of nearby prey only fueled the anger within Nightclaw and, reluctantly, he headed back into camp.
As the black warrior trudged back into camp, movement near the medicine den caught his eye. He quickened his pace and noticed Quailfang making his way out, or trying to. Nightclaw moved to his uncle's side and offered him a weak smile. "Here, I'll help. I've got an eye or two to spare."
|
|