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Post by Jekyll on Jun 26, 2019 1:04:34 GMT -5
Fallowpaw and Blizzardpaw heard Cleafleaf's words and turned around, unsure of what would now happen. Stoatclaws had stayed silent, standing by Featherleap as he watched everything conspire. Clearrain was close by too, watching with a worried gaze.
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Post by SmugGull on Jun 26, 2019 1:06:47 GMT -5
Daisypaw turned to follow Blizzardpaw and Fallowpaw, but froze as soon as Clearleaf said her name. She looked over her shoulder, then down at her pelt - still wet from her failed swim. "I - I don't -"
"Trust?" Skyfur was incredulous. "Trust you? I wouldn't trust you to catch a mouse, much less train an apprentice!" His fur was fluffed up in rage, his tail lashing - the only thing missing was the flexing of claws. Clearleaf knew the river was low, knew the kits couldn't practice their swimming - especially in leaf-bare - and here he was, about to throw Daisypaw back into the water after she'd almost drowned. After he'd thrown her in, instead of supporting her and helping her like a mentor should.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 26, 2019 1:08:55 GMT -5
It be heating up in Floodclan. And only on the third page too))
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jun 26, 2019 1:10:53 GMT -5
"I can catch mice, excuse me, it's one of the best skills I have Skyfur! If you could just let me do my job as a mentor instead of letting your feelings get in the way, she would be on the other shore by now." He took a step back from Skyfur now, his fur bristling still as he tried to gauge the tom's reaction. "I'm the mentor of Daisypaw, not you, she didn't drown. I'm going with her into the water, she will be safe. Let me take her across." He turned his eyes to Daisypaw once more. "Daisypaw, let's go, it's time to cross the river. You will be safe with me, I won't let you drown."
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Post by SmugGull on Jun 26, 2019 1:12:15 GMT -5
Wolfclaw nodded her agreement. "I was surprised you didn't bring more warriors, actually," she meowed, keeping her voice noncommittal. It was a fair decision, more or less - tactics weren't Wolfclaw's strongest point, but she trusted Mudsplash to make up the difference. That was what deputies did, after all. Tactics. Well, and patrols.
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Post by SmugGull on Jun 26, 2019 1:21:31 GMT -5
Daisypaw glanced back at her new denmates, then at her father, bristling and furious. She remembered the feeling of the water closing of her head and flooding her mouth.
I won't let you drown.
She was a FloodClan apprentice. She had to be brave. Strong and adaptable, that was them - well, she'd failed the first part, so that meant she had to be really, really good at the second part. And that meant trusting her mentor when he said he could help her across the river.
Carefully, she stepped around her father's flank and touched his shoulder with her tail tip. "I'll be okay," she meowed quietly. "Clearleaf won't let me drown." She turned her trusting gaze onto her mentor as she bumped shoulders with her father and padded over to Clearleaf. "Okay," she meowed. "So what now?"
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 26, 2019 1:24:22 GMT -5
"No," Fallowpaw's voice came out in a whisper as he and Blizzardpaw moved back to the group, watching as the apprentice went back to the water. "Don't do it Daisypaw." He still wasn't speaking loudly, knowing that it had to be Daisypaw's choice.
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Post by SmugGull on Jun 26, 2019 1:26:40 GMT -5
Wolfclaw blinked. "I hadn't thought of that," she admitted. "Good call." This was why Mudsplash was deputy - she thought of things that Wolfclaw didn't. It wasn't that Wolfclaw was a mouse-brain (she knew well enough that that wasn't the case) but sometimes the obvious had a way of skating right past her nose.
She didn't dwell on the thoughts for long, though - the moorlands were lovely this time of year, flowering and prey-rich with a nice breeze to take the edge off the newleaf heat. At least it wasn't as bad as the greenleaf heat.
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Post by SmugGull on Jun 26, 2019 1:36:31 GMT -5
"It's not far," Wolfclaw meowed, opening her mouth to taste the air, searching for a hint of the smell. She frowned - there it was again, but fresher this time. "I think you're right. It smells like a traveler - maybe two," she amended. She was about to step into the forest when she noticed Mudsplash's discomfort. "Are you all right?" she meowed, keeping her voice soft - well, soft for her. "What's wrong?"
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Post by SmugGull on Jun 26, 2019 1:44:01 GMT -5
Daisypaw swallowed hard - Fallowpaw's inspiring lack of confidence wasn't helping her own flagging determination - but she allowed Clearleaf to usher her towards the river and into the shallows. She hesitated on the edge of the shallows, peering into the dark water as Clearleaf spoke.
"Don't panic," she repeated. "Focus on the opposite shore. Tip your head back. Keep churning your legs." Was churning really that different from kicking? She thought she'd been doing all those things - well, except maybe the part about not panicking, but it wasn't like she'd started out doing that. And this time Clearleaf would be right there, instead of waiting on shore. Do I do anything with my tail? Or just let it drag along? She glanced up at Clearleaf, decided it probably wasn't worth asking, and plunged into the water.
It felt colder this time. Daisypaw gasped, spluttered, and managed to right herself before she could end up swallowing half the river again. Keep your head up. She was already kicking, but she corrected herself into a more cyclical kick instead of the straightforward up-and-down she'd been using before. Immediately, she noticed that she was moving faster - or at least, it seemed that way.
"I'm do-mph!" Daisypaw's crow of triumph was cut off by a splash of water. "Sorry!" she meowed sheepishly, remembering Clearleaf's warning about keeping her mouth shut when swimming.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 26, 2019 7:56:18 GMT -5
Algaestar had been watching this whole time. She would have intervened when Daisypaw began to drown, but she wanted Clearleaf to handle it and take care of his own apprentice. She was impressed that Skyfur hadn't jumped into the water himself. So far, Clearleaf was already showing some patience and understanding with Daisypaw... even if there were some ulterior motives behind it. She watched as they started their way across the river again, this time with her mentor paddling beside her, which was normal. She never said the poor kit had to go alone.
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Post by νσι∂ on Jun 26, 2019 10:29:32 GMT -5
A long yawn escaped Lynxtail as she forced herself up onto her paws. A smile still lingered on her face from the ceremony, she was happy for Daisypaw. Distantly she remembered her first swim across the river, for the first time in her young life having big paws wasn't a problem. Her longer fur on the other paw... a small snort escaped her when she thought about how heavy she felt afterwords. Another yawn threatened to break her jaw and she shook herself firmly. There was work to be done, which meant she couldn't just lay around and be lazy all day. Her tail twitched from side to side behind her as she cast a searching glance over the camp. Maybe she could find someone to hunt with - someone with a lot of patience. Lynxtail dropped her gaze to her paws, giving a huff of annoyance. They often got in the way of her hunting. Just yesterday she'd been stalking a mouse through the meadow and then one of her large paws got in the way and she ended up tripping and landing in a sprawl a few tail-lengths from the alerted prey. She swears when it looked at her before running off, there was laughter in it's eyes. "The only warrior to be laughed at by a mouse," she grumbled quietly to herself.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 26, 2019 12:28:21 GMT -5
Fernstripe mulled over it, then shook his head. “Nah. I can hardly see myself, anyway,” he said before sitting down in front of the elder’s den with Sandeyes. He chuckled. “How much do you want to bet that Clearleaf just threw her into the water or something?”
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Post by Owl on Jun 26, 2019 12:35:13 GMT -5
Petalfall drew a paw over her ears, grooming quickly as the sun continued to climb higher in the sky. She paused to stare for a moment at the apprentice's den. I hope Daisypaw's swim goes well. Her first swim wasn't exactly noteworthy. She remembered being eager to explore as much of the territory as she was allowed to cross, but the waves were particularly strong that day.
Her stomach grumbled. Hastily finishing up on her washing, Petalfull got to her paws and padded across the camp, sniffing around the fresh-kill pile. A fat mouse sat at the top, looking all too tempting for a nice breakfast. She noted with a sigh that there wasn't much on the pile besides the juicy mouse. Maybe it would be good to get some hunting in before the day was at its hottest.
Petalfall peered around the camp, spotting Lynxtail staring at her paws."Lynxtail!" she called noisily, bounding over to the tabby. "Hey! Did you want to head out for some hunting? I figured we could go before it gets hotter. Gosh, it feels like the clan needs more and more prey. New apprentices all the time!"
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 26, 2019 12:45:09 GMT -5
Loonpaw ducked out from under the apprentice’s den and hurried to the clearing. She had been asleep for most of Daisypaw’s ceremony, only hearing where she was assigned to Clearleaf of all cats. She was excited to have another denmate, but she also wanted to see if Daisypaw would mess up going across the river. She scampered to the shoreline and popped up beside Algaestar. She saw the mentor and apprentice making their was across the river, her head only bobbing under occasionally. “You can do it!” she called, her tail high in the air.
((my rp profiles have been snapped out of existence rip lol))
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Post by Owl on Jun 26, 2019 12:51:47 GMT -5
Batpaw lay quietly in the shade of the apprentice's den, idly watching the tip of his tail flick against his moss nest. He turned and squinted out at the camp. Clearleaf mentoring Daisypaw? The personalities didn't exactly match up. Maybe that's the idea. Algaestar probably thought they'd balance each other out.
He felt a little useless just lying around and dozing. Rising slowly to his paws and arching his back, Batpaw slipped out of the den, blinking a few times to help his eyes adjust to the brightness of the camp. He wished he had been up early enough to head out on patrol and hunt while it was still dawn. It was nice, being out there before the moorlands were fully awake, and the grass was still damp with morning dew.
Batpaw's ears picked up the sound of Sandeyes and Fernstripe chatting outside the elder's den. Walking in their direction, he wondered why it was that he tended to chat with elders more often than his denmates. Maybe it had something to do with their relative quietness.
"Hello," he said to the elders, dipping his head. "Is there anything I can do to help, today?"
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 26, 2019 13:10:35 GMT -5
“If you don’t mind, Batpaw,” Fernstripe added, his whiskers twitching at Sandeyes’ grumpiness. He hadn’t had same experience with his bedding, and she was probably exaggerating, but either way she still hadn’t gotten much sleep recently. “How’s training so far?”
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Post by owlspots on Jun 26, 2019 13:47:06 GMT -5
Bouncepaw poked her head into the elders' den at the sound of chatter, distracted briefly by the voices from watching Daisypaw's first swim. "Oh, hi Batpaw!" she greeted her denmate first as he was the first cat she happened to see. She dipped her head respectfully to Fernstripe and Sandeyes, spotting both elders in their nests. "Do you need any help?" she asked, shifting her paws where she stood. She wasn't sure where Mudsplash was, so she figured she may as well make herself useful until she found her mentor.
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Post by owlspots on Jun 26, 2019 14:08:01 GMT -5
Bouncepaw's mouth fell open at Sandeyes' words and she glanced rapidly between the elder and her denmate in alarm. "Maybe don't, y'know- don't do that," she mewed quickly, her voice taking on a much higher pitch as she gawked at Sandeyes. She knew that the elder was quite infamous for behaviour of a similar caliber during her apprentice days, but never thought Sandeyes would still condone such acts in her gained wisdom. "I can go and get fresh moss, if you want," she offered, twitching her whiskers as she turned to Batpaw again.
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