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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 26, 2019 20:38:36 GMT -5
Fernstripe shook his head and sighed with a playful smile at Sandeyes' suggestion. "Don't listen to her, she's old," he said, giving the old queen a push. Then he turned back to Batpaw. "That's understandable. But it's been seasons since anyone's died by drowning in the river," he pointed out. "Of course, that doesn't mean no one's nearly drowned, but there's always someone there to save them. It's just a part of FloodClan tradition, I guess." Obviously it was pretty dangerous to expect a young cat to cross the river on their first day as an apprentice, but it was a great opportunity to prove their capabilities. Speaking of, he wondered how Daisypaw was doing.
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Post by SmugGull on Jun 27, 2019 0:16:21 GMT -5
Daisypaw's limbs were already started to ache again. She gritted her teeth and pushed onward - no way was she going to fail at this twice. Before long, though, she was panting for breath - she kept catching herself with her muzzle open and sealing it shut, only to lose focus and open it again in search of more air.
(heads up I'm going out of town tomorrow morning and I don't know if I'll have internet until I get back)
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Post by owlspots on Jun 27, 2019 5:07:45 GMT -5
"I couldn't stand still for that long," Bouncepaw admitted, a grin creeping onto her face. Alright, fresh moss. There should be some by the riverbank under the trees. She bounded towards the edge of camp where the largest of the elm trees stood, which wasn't too far away from the elders' den.
Sure enough, moss coated the base of the trunk closest to the water's edge; Bouncepaw quickly got to work scraping at the bark, clawing off pawfuls of green moss. It would have to be dried out a little, but while it dried she could talk to Batpaw and the elders a bit more.
She collected as much of it as she could between her jaws and trotted back towards the elders' den, dropping it outside the entrance in a patch of sun. "It's got to dry off first." She poked her head into the den, peering around the edge of the entrance. "But is there anything else I can do? Have you eaten?" she asked, directing her questions at Fernstripe and Sandeyes this time.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 27, 2019 18:56:47 GMT -5
Fernstripe shrugged. "I'm sure you'll get over that fear soon," he reassured the black tom, resting his tail tip on his shoulder. "You're young and you'll learn how to work with the waves, not against them." It'd been a while since he'd needed to swim across the river, but he was sure that if he tried, natural instinct would kick in and he would swim just fine. And that was true for most, if not all, FloodClan cats. He turned his attention back to Bouncepaw. "And yes, a mouse does sound nice. If you don't mind, Bouncepaw."
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 28, 2019 19:39:33 GMT -5
hi))
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Post by owlspots on Jun 29, 2019 11:08:50 GMT -5
It was like all the mice on the freshkill pile had disappeared, Bouncepaw thought with a scowl. It had taken her far longer than it should have done to dig through the pile until she found one, but it looked to be the last one in the whole camp considering she couldn't spot any others. She selected a thrush from the foot of the pile for Fernstripe before heading back towards the elders' den. Batpaw was still there when she returned, talking to Sandeyes about something to do with the forest. She dropped the mouse at the blind elder's paws and nudged the thrush towards Fernstripe. "What are we talking about?" she chirruped, her tail waving back and forth as she spoke.
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Owl
always writing, never finishing
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Post by Owl on Jun 29, 2019 15:56:53 GMT -5
(hello!)
Batpaw nodded sheepishly. Sandeyes was right. There was enough to focus on already, with his training and the daily business of clan life. He shouldn't be spending his time worrying about the rogues an entire moorland away.
"Thank you, Sandeyes," he said. "That's true, they probably wouldn't want anything to do with the moorlands, or our island."
He looked up as Bouncepaw returned with her jaws full of fresh-kill. It smelled enticing, but Batpaw felt guilty about sniffing around for food without participating in a patrol first. If only he had eaten a bigger dinner the previous night.
"O-oh. I was talking to Sandeyes and Fernstripe about the rogues that live in the pine forest. I...I was worried they'd try to come here and confront us, or something. But I don't think they'd have any interest in an island or a river." Batpaw finished up on patting the moss down in Fernstripe's nest, examining his work closely.
"Have you seen the rogues before, Bouncepaw?"
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Post by SmugGull on Jun 29, 2019 19:31:38 GMT -5
Daisypaw's yelp of surprise was cut off by a gurgle as she plunged into the water, no longer supported by her mentor's strength. She flailed for a moment, sinking like a stone, before her paws struck the bottom of the river and she pushed up with all her might. She broke the surface with a wheeze and began to paddle, straining determinedly towards the opposite bank. Don't panic, keep your eyes on your goal.
Her paws hit pebbles as she scrambled up onto the bank, shaking the water from her fur, and turned back to Clearleaf, her tail waving happily.
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Post by SmugGull on Jun 30, 2019 12:43:05 GMT -5
Daisypaw barely held back a groan. Her legs and her lungs ached from swimming across the river - but every apprentice did this, and she wasn't going to be the one who couldn't make it. Squaring her shoulders, she darted off after Clearleaf, excitement eating away at her fatigue. She was in FloodClan territory - real FloodClan territory, beyond the confines of the camp.
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Post by SmugGull on Jun 30, 2019 12:45:53 GMT -5
Wolfclaw smothered a purr in her throat before it could turn into anything more incriminating than a fond rumble. "I wouldn't let anything happen to you," she meowed, but she took a step back from the trees nonetheless. "But you're right. The smell hasn't spread past the trees."
She glanced around at the meadow. It was a lovely place - flowering and bright.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 30, 2019 13:29:38 GMT -5
Loonpaw walked back into camp and immediately took notice of the elders and apprentices hanging out together, and she bounded over to land at Batpaw’s side. “Daisypaw and Clearleaf made it across, so it got boring,” she announced before glancing at the nests. Looks like they already had that taken care of. Then next on the list of chores would be... Loonpaw shuddered. “Do either of you have any ticks?”
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 2, 2019 19:34:14 GMT -5
hi))
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Post by unforgiven on Jul 3, 2019 21:28:37 GMT -5
Shinekit || Kit || She-cat || Littermates: Shadowkit and Rainkit in with Darkfeather
Shadowkit || Kit || Tom || Littermate: Shinekit and Rainkit in with Darkfeather
Rainkit || Kit || Tom || Littermate: Shadowkit, Shinekit in with Darkfeather
Darkfeather || Queen || She-cat || Kits: Shadowkit, Shinekit, and Rainkit Darkfeather sat in the nursery with her tail curled around her kits as they slept. She ran her tail down each of them in turn, and then turned her head around the nursery to see if maybe any other queens were awake and wanted to talk. Sometimes watching her kits sleep, though lovely, grew boring. Any day now... The quen thought, looking forward to the day they were named apprentices.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 3, 2019 21:50:53 GMT -5
(( unforgiven we have an age up and a moon skip this friday, i can make it where the three kits have already been apprenticed by that point if you want!)) Whitewillow had returned to the nursery soon after Daisypaw had left the shore and settled in her own nest again. She could see each kit's flanks rise and fall as they slept, and she let out a purr. "Waking up at dawn when they're apprentices will be quite the wakeup call for them," she said quietly as to not risk waking up Darkfeather's kits. She couldn't wait for hers to be born soon, although they wouldn't have anyone to play with for a while since those three would be apprenticed way before she kitted.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 3, 2019 21:52:36 GMT -5
Loonpaw grimaced as she padded over to look at Sandeyes' back. She parted the fur to find a huge tick nestled nicely onto her hindquarters. "Yeah, I'll, uh... go get the bile," she sighed, then turned tail and headed for the medicine den. Hopefully Flamepaw could give her some without having to bother Pigeontuft for it.
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 4, 2019 13:44:36 GMT -5
hey!))
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 4, 2019 21:05:58 GMT -5
anyone open to rp?))
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