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Post by dnacat on Jul 8, 2019 8:41:01 GMT -5
((Gonna post some starters for anyone left with idle cats! I'll reply to them later, I'm going out with friends soon, but I will get around to them soon enough)) SmallfireSmallfire lay just outside of the elder's den, eating his first meal of the day, an undersized mouse. He watched the camp's ongoings, enjoying being able to pick up on the subtle hints of romance or jealousy between the younger warriors (when he was their age, you simply asked a cat out! You didn't dance around them like you just burned your foot!). He hummed quietly to himself as he continued to eat, mind trailing off into a daydream, as he remembered his own little crush on Apple-eye when they were just young warriors.
PikerushPikerush emerged from the warrior's den, stretching as he did so. Yesterday had been tiresome, full of patrols and hunting and gossiping and all sorts of fun activities, and he had gifted himself a sleep in, seeing as he wasn't on any early patrols. He shook himself out, feeling his stiff muscles loosen as he did so, and glanced around camp. He was already hungry, but he would have to hunt before he would be allowed to eat, "I wonder if anyone else wants to hunt?"
DawnstrikeDawnstrike sat by himself in a corner of the camp, grooming himself to near perfection. Every single piece of his red fur was neatly flattened down, and he had even gotten his father to flatten down that one tuft of fur between his ears that never quite wanted to lay flat. He smirked as he pulled back his head, admiring his handiwork before glancing around camp, seeing his brother emerge from the warrior's den. From the way his eyes lingered hungrily on the fresh-kill pile, Dawnstrike guessed he was planning to hunt so he could eat. He, however, (unlike his most definitely irresponsible brother) had already hunted, and was more interested in laying down and looking handsome for the rest of the day until he was inevitably assigned to a patrol.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 8, 2019 12:09:38 GMT -5
Algaestar glanced around the camp, searching for any available cats. “I’ll take Dawnstrike, and Featherleaf and his apprentice.” She figures Loonpaw was still in the elder’s den until someone called for her, as usual. “There won’t be any fighting under my watch, so she should be fine.” She caught Dawnstrike’s eyes and beckoned with her tail for him to come over.
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Post by dnacat on Jul 8, 2019 12:10:41 GMT -5
Smallfire @sherlockSmallfire perked up as he recognised the familiar voice of Sandeyes, who had joined the elder's den slightly earlier. He had always respected her as one of the more hard-working youngsters when he was still a warrior and was horrified when he had discovered she would be joining him in the elder's den so soon. He patted the ground next to him gently, swallowing his food before speaking (as his mother had taught him), and meowed out as loudly as possible so that she could find his voice, "I'm right here, young 'un." He took another small bite of his food, finishing it and pushing it to the side, "There are quite a few cats still hanging out," Smallfire wrinkled his nose, "I thought the patrols would be off by now," Smallfire quickly caught his mistake and said soon after, "Though, I am sure Mudsplash shall send them off soon enough."
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Post by dnacat on Jul 8, 2019 12:13:37 GMT -5
(Sorry for the double reply!! Posted just as I saw Algaestar) Dawnstrike ✨ nissabug ✨Dawnstrike groaned inwardly as he got up from where he had been laying comfortably, stretching out his back legs, "Be right with you!" He called to his leader. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Pikerush snickering at him, before his brother returned to his search for a hunting partner. He shot him a quick, unseen glare, before trotting over to join his newly assigned patrol, "Where are off to then?" He asked as he sat at Algaestar's side.
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Post by νσι∂ on Jul 8, 2019 12:26:12 GMT -5
[ i'll just throw my cats out there ~ ]
The late morning sun left Lynxtail squinting as she emerged from the warrior's den, her long fur still a bit messy from sleep. Her tail and whiskers drooped when she realized it was to late for her to go out for her usual walk. She enjoyed being alone in the mornings, so that she could brace herself for a day of tumbling and making a fool of herself. Shaking away the disappointment, the maine coon padded towards the fresh-kill pile, letting her gaze shift around camp. Her ears perked at the sound a patrol but then lowered when her name wasn't called. Deep amber eyes fell on Pikerush, who seemed to be looking for someone or something. She carefully ambled over, setting one large paw in front of the other slowly.
"Hi, Pikerush! Did you lose something? I could help you look for it, if you wanted to that is. Unless it's a secret, then I understand! I lose things all the time, it's a really bad habit. Not saying you have a habit - a bad one anyway! I mean um..." the brown tabby quickly struggled to reign herself in. She lowered her head in apology, looking rather sheepish. "I'm sorry, I know I can ramble on," she admitted, though it wouldn't stop Lynxtail from doing so in the probably near future. She was just wired for rambling.
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Post by dnacat on Jul 8, 2019 12:35:06 GMT -5
PikerushPikerush glanced up as Lynxtail approached, watching the she-cat precariously make her way over, a small smile spreading across his face. Despite the steadfast maturity his father had instilled in him when he was an apprentice, he still was able to found the humour and... adorableness?- of clumsy cats, unlike his brother. He listened to her, perking his ears as she continued, before he nodded and smiled, chuckling a little at her rambling, "Don't worry, it'll take more than that to make me angry," He purred to her, "And no worries about the rambling, hm? I used to be worse than you when I was your age. Smallfire used to constantly be chewing me out about it. Plus, it's better than silence!"
He then remembered what she had originally approached him about. Had he really looked like he had forgotten something? He really needed to work on expressions, "And no, I haven't lost anything, it's just-" As he went to say he was feeling a bit hungry, his stomach growled lowly, Pikerush feeling his ears burn with embarrassment, "that. I just haven't hunted yet, and if I eat before I do, Smallfire and Sandeyes will make sure I hunt until I can't anymore."
((I have to eat now!! I'll probably be fifteen or so minutes so excuse me!))
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 8, 2019 12:41:03 GMT -5
((Gonna post some starters for anyone left with idle cats! I'll reply to them later, I'm going out with friends soon, but I will get around to them soon enough)) SmallfireSmallfire lay just outside of the elder's den, eating his first meal of the day, an undersized mouse. He watched the camp's ongoings, enjoying being able to pick up on the subtle hints of romance or jealousy between the younger warriors (when he was their age, you simply asked a cat out! You didn't dance around them like you just burned your foot!). He hummed quietly to himself as he continued to eat, mind trailing off into a daydream, as he remembered his own little crush on Apple-eye when they were just young warriors.
PikerushPikerush emerged from the warrior's den, stretching as he did so. Yesterday had been tiresome, full of patrols and hunting and gossiping and all sorts of fun activities, and he had gifted himself a sleep in, seeing as he wasn't on any early patrols. He shook himself out, feeling his stiff muscles loosen as he did so, and glanced around camp. He was already hungry, but he would have to hunt before he would be allowed to eat, "I wonder if anyone else wants to hunt?"
DawnstrikeDawnstrike sat by himself in a corner of the camp, grooming himself to near perfection. Every single piece of his red fur was neatly flattened down, and he had even gotten his father to flatten down that one tuft of fur between his ears that never quite wanted to lay flat. He smirked as he pulled back his head, admiring his handiwork before glancing around camp, seeing his brother emerge from the warrior's den. From the way his eyes lingered hungrily on the fresh-kill pile, Dawnstrike guessed he was planning to hunt so he could eat. He, however, (unlike his most definitely irresponsible brother) had already hunted, and was more interested in laying down and looking handsome for the rest of the day until he was inevitably assigned to a patrol. Stoatclaws- PikerushThe mink like cat of Stoatclaws slid from the warriors den behind Pikerush, his delicately formed body stretching out before giving a few satisfying pops, a sigh escaping the jaws of the warrior after the sounds had dissipated. The brown coat of the tom shone brightly in the sun as he turned striking emerald eyes to the older warrior. "Good morning Pikerush, fancy to go on a hunt? I need to get moving so I can wake up some more." He chuckled lightly at his words, his eyes closing for a moment as he did. Clearrain- PikerushThe beautiful, sleek furred she-cat sat within camp, her silver hued pelt shining brightly in the morning rays of the sun as she kept her ears pricked, listening for any gossip or such around the camp. Her clear blue eyes scoured every inch of their inch, watchingas the clan came to life around her. A rustling caught her attention and she turned to see Pikerush stepping from the warriors den, followed by Stoatclaws a little while later. Her ears angled toward the two toms as Stoatclaws began to speak, her eyes lighting up as she heard word of a possible hunting patrol. Standing, the lithe silver cat moved to them and smile, nodding her head respectfully to the two older warriors. "If you're going hunting then maybe I could join as well?" Fallowpaw- SmallfireBlack and white fur flashed by as a small tom approached the elder's den, a friendly smile on his face, though his normal look of worry still shadowed his features. "Hello Smallfire, you look like you're thinking hard. Maybe about a story by chance?" The apprentice sat down, his tail curling around his paws, moving from its place where it normally hung down over his back. The tom's pale green eyes looked about the camp before resting on the elder, bright with energy.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 8, 2019 12:42:47 GMT -5
Algaestar nodded at Mudsplash, then turned back to Dawnstrike. “We’re going to the forest border to see if we can find those rogues,” she said, withholding a sigh. “Their scent’s been creeping over the border this past moon. We’re not looking for any fights, although rogues probably wouldn’t say the same.” She glanced back to the warrior’s den to see if Featherleap was coming out yet, but a different movement caught her eye and she spotted Loonpaw ducking out from under the elder’s bush.
Loonpaw pricked her ears as Algaestar called her name, and she bounded over as a smile washed over her face. When the leader wanted you for something, you knew it would be cool! Plus, she hadn’t done anything to terrorize the other apprentices (yet), so she figured she wasn’t in trouble.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 8, 2019 12:45:22 GMT -5
Fernstripe wrapped his tail back around his paws and purred. “I hope so,” he said. “We don’t want your bones getting stiff so you’ll be even crankier, do we?” he laughed, sharing a glance with Smallfire. As Loonpaw was leaving, he noticed Algaestar was the one calling her over for something, and he blinked in surprise. “Algaestar doesn’t usually go on patrols,” he commented. “What do you think’s going on?”
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 8, 2019 12:46:45 GMT -5
Maplesong moved out of the elders den, her calico patterned fur catching the sun, causing the she-cat to purr as the warmth seeped into her. One amber eye gazed around the camp, looking for a certain cat in particular. Finally she spotted her daughter, the eye of the old cat lighting up as it found her. "Algaestar," she called out the other's name as she padded up to her. "What are you up to my sweet?" She licked the top of the she-cat's head to flatten out a few hairs that had been sticking up.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 8, 2019 13:02:10 GMT -5
Algaestar’s fur fluffed up a moment before she realized who it was behind her, and she rubbed the spot on her head where Maplesong licked her. However, a soft purr still rose in her throat. “We’re going to the border by the forest to reset our markers,” she said, her brows still furrowed in thought. “And talk to the rogues, if we can.” She wished her mother could still join her on patrols, as she missed her presence and warmth. But now that she was in the elder’s den and Algaestar was leader, it was harder to lean on her. Or anyone, for that matter.
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Post by νσι∂ on Jul 8, 2019 13:02:15 GMT -5
Lynxtail relaxed when Pikerush mentioned that he wasn't bothered by her rambling, even took comfort in knowing that he had once rambled too. She was terrible at reading others and in result ended up not being able to really understand when she was being annoying. She'd especially struggled when she was an apprentice, talking the poor elder's ears off. "I used to be quite the annoying apprentice. At least you grew out of it, I think I'll be rambling when I'm in StarClan! Do you think they'd kick me out for that sort of thing? I sure hope not! Then again, Dustfern is up there. That elder always had it out for me, I swear! Everyone always saw him as this sweet little tom but he could really get a swipe in when I had overstayed my welcome!" the she-cat joked, chuckling a bit at her own expense. Her gaze briefly found the elder's den before a small shudder went down her spine. The last time she'd been in there, an elder had nearly cuffed her ears. And that was only a moon ago!
The sound of Pikerush's stomach rumbling inspired a grumble of her own and she let out a loud laugh. "I suppose I'm hungry too. I could try hunting with you, won't guarantee I won't scare most of the prey off though," Lynxtail grinned, lifting one of her big paws for example. The loss of the support from her front paw almost had her falling, though luckily she just stumbled a bit before catching herself. Her head turned at the approach of Stoatclaws and Clearrain. She smiled and waved her tail enthusiastically in greeting.
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 8, 2019 13:05:23 GMT -5
Maplesong frowned lightly before nodding her head. "Just be careful okay? Keep safe and make sure to avoid a full on fight if possible." She nudged her daughter softly, her amber eye closing while her white eye stayed open. She then took a step back and gestured to the entrance. "Go on then, go find out about those rogues."
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Post by dnacat on Jul 8, 2019 13:14:48 GMT -5
SmallfireSmallfire chuckled at Sandeyes' words, "Maybe," He shrugged his shoulders, "I'm sure they're at least capable of bringing back scraps of fur," He glanced over at where Algaestar was organising a patrol, and couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in his chest as he noticed both of his sons were going on patrol. Pikerush had a group of three other cats with him, and Dawnstrike was sitting next to Algaestar. He had raised them well and he glanced briefly at the sky, wondering if Apple-eye saw her sons doing their dutiful work for their clan, "The waters? Rogues? Predators? Who knows nowadays..." He responded to Fernstripe's query, a sudden solemness growing over him. He had been lucky to grow in a bountiful time for his clan, but he feared for his kits and grandkits after him. Rogues grew hungrier for their territory everyday, and the waters had been getting shallower as well.
As he finished, Fallowpaw approached, requesting a story. Smallfire's ears perked up. Though he had despised Fallowpaw's father, and his grandfather before him, the young tom was clearly unlike both of his ancestors, a hard-worker and a true beacon of hope amongst the sloth of the youth in the present. He was always delighted to see the young apprentice, and nodded to his friends, "Sorry, excuse me for a second will you?" He indicated to Fallowpaw with his head.
DawnstrikeDawnstrike dipped his head in greeting to Featherleap and his apprentice, before he responded to Algaestar, "Those damn savages, always pressing on our border. Do they never learn their lesson?" He growled to himself, paws prickling with a need to dig his claws into some vermin who decided they had every right to march across the border. He scuffed his paws instead, to ease the tension in his limbs and was going to say more until the arrival of Maplesong, to which he closed his mouth abruptly. It felt wrong to talk about battle and issues in front of elders, in his head. They deserved moons of rest and calm, not moons of fretting over their younger warriors.
PikerushPikerush tilted his head back with laughter, "I think Dustfern had it out for everyone, Lynxtail. I wouldn't worry too much about it." Most of the elders always had something to complain about, whether it was their nest, or the lack of prey and patrols, or the laziness of their younger clanmates. He nudged Lynxtail gently, "And hey, I haven't grown out of it really. If you got me really talking, we could be there for days."
Pikerush suddenly turned his head, and greeted the new joiners with a smile from ear to ear. This was exactly what he needed, and his stomach emitted a low, almost inaudible growl once more that wracked his body with the energy needed to hunt and feed himself, he nodded, "Of course you may join. The more of us there is, the more prey we will bring home," Pikerush put on a sheepish expression as he imagined all of the delicious prey he would get to enjoy once he had hunted, before he snapped back. Was he technically the leader of the patrol? Or was this just a group of cats going hunting together? Regardless, he took on a more serious attitude, which he could have only inherited from his father, and stretched his back-legs, "Well, once you're already, we'll head off. We'll go to the mid-point between the camp and border. Rogues will have scared the prey from the border, and we will have scared them away from camp."
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 8, 2019 13:25:17 GMT -5
Stoatclaws nodded quickly, "Good thinking." He shook out his own fur before turning to the entrance of the camp, his tail swishing back and forth behind him. Maybe I can share some prey with Featherleap when we get back. I hope so. He smiled widely at the thought.
Fallowpaw chuckled lightly and sat down. He always enjoyed hearing stories, especially happy ones. The tom was often worried and had nightmares of becoming like his father and grandfather, but hearing stories about always helped to brighten his spirits, especially Smallfire's stories.
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Post by νσι∂ on Jul 8, 2019 13:36:39 GMT -5
Lynxtail couldn't hide her chuckles as she nodded in agreement. "I suppose that's true. He really was a grump," her smile faded into a small pout at the memory of the sandy blonde tom. This expression lasted for maybe a second before she was all smiles again, tail waving happily behind her. For someone so rubbish at hunting, she really did enjoy trying. "That sounds smart to me. I would have never thought of that... though I guess that says more about you than me. Haha," the maine coon she-cat nearly winced, trying to force herself to laugh off her awkward statements. "Oookaay, lets go shall we?" she offered, turning towards the entrance to camp and beginning to walk - stumble - away.
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Post by Owl on Jul 8, 2019 13:38:52 GMT -5
Tanglestripe frowned, deep in thought. It wasn't like the rains were coming any less than usual-and while it had been warm lately, he'd certainly seen worse droughts before that didn't lead to the river lowering like this. He waded into the water after Aldernose, raising his chin to keep his head up as he began to paddle through the waves. At least the lowered water level lead to easier swimming.
"I'm not sure," he said breathily, turning his head briefly to meet Aldernose's eyes behind him. "I wasn't sure if it would be too bold to ask Pigeontuft if he'd received a sort of sign about it." He kicked his legs harder as the river dipped and the ground fell away from his paws, keeping his gaze trained on the grassy bank ahead of him. As exerting as crossing the river was, the cool water sure felt nice on days like this.
Eventually Tanglestripe reached the bank of the moorlands, pulling himself up out of the water and shaking out his course pelt. He turned and waited for Aldernose. "At least our swim was a little more relaxing, yeah?"
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Post by dnacat on Jul 8, 2019 13:45:48 GMT -5
PikerushPikerush watched as Lynxtail half-walked, half-stumbled towards the entrance of camp, letting out a breathy laugh. Oh to be young and free to get away with awkwardness. He nudged Clearrain, "Come on, the sooner we get moving, the sooner we get home." Before he trotted to catch up with their two other companions. He noticed a hopeful gleam fog over Stoatclaws' eyes, and recognised it. It was the same look his brother got whenever he came up with yet another ingenious plan to swoon over a new she-cat he had taken interest in. But he didn't press it. Lynxtail and Clearrain were there as well, and he didn't want to embarrass the poor tom.
SmallfireSmallfire turned his focus onto the young apprentice in front of him, angling an ear, "So, what'll it be today, Fallowpaw? Romance? Battle? Friendship?" He put on an airy, mystical voice as he spoke, "Whatever story you request, I shall serve." He bowed his head dramatically. A part of the younger him (a more condensed, polite and tempered version of him albeit) always came out around young apprentices and kits, a part of him that earned mockery from his two sons. But he enjoyed his own theatrics, even if other cats did not.
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 8, 2019 14:02:09 GMT -5
Fallowpaw jumped happily before thinking about it. "Surprise me!" He hunkered down, curling his paws beneath him as he looked up at the elder, his eyes bright. (Loaf pose, XD). The young tom pushed all of his worries and bad thoughts away, clearing his mind as he waited and listened.
Clearrain nodded and followed the rest of the patrol, her sleek fur smooth as she moved through the entrance of the camp and out into the territory. She took a deep breath, relishing the fresh morning air as it filled her lungs and the grass moved against her legs softly, a sensation that reminded her this was her home.
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Post by νσι∂ on Jul 8, 2019 14:12:42 GMT -5
The clumsy she-cat paused to let the others catch up and then slowed her pace to fall a bit behind. She wasn't someone who could leisurely stroll without problems, at least for the most part. If she tripped she didn't want to be in the way of the rest of the patrol. Lynxtail lifted her muzzle towards the sky, taking in the scents that floated about their territory. As she padded along, she slowly relaxed, yet kept glancing down at her paws. "You can do this," she whispered to herself, watching as one creamy brown paw slip into the grass and then the other. Determination sparked in her amber eyes and she pushed herself to catch up to the others, not wanting to fall too far behind.
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Post by frostshade on Jul 8, 2019 16:22:37 GMT -5
A l d e r n o s e -
Dipping his paw in was enough to measure the current, and he waded in right into the river, following his friend. He didn't want to admit that he didn't always want to fight the river--it meant that he was getting old. Sure, most everyone thought that the river was tiring. A good ol' log would do well for letting them cross. But there were some days where Aldernose just looked at it, not wanting to bother. He could get used to the weaker stream, no doubt about it.
"I don't feel like it'd be too bold. If the waters are falling, we have the right to know," He boldly claimed, his legs kicking and pushing him through. He kept his head high, eyes on the prize, as he launched himself off the bay, padding through. "With how many minds are in the clan, we could figure it out. I trust Algaestar and Pigeontuft, but if our lives are affected, we should know." His opinions were firm and deep-set. He always thought that everyone should be in the know of everything. Part of that was because Aldernose loved to be Alder-nosey and get into anyone's business, but he did believe that more minds were better than one.
He pulled onto the bank, shaking off his short fur. It would dry fast, which was a blessing that he certainly did not take for granted. Especially not with his own kits being long-furred cats. He glanced over at Tanglestripe, nodding as he saw he had pulled onto the bank. "I can't argue with that," He admitted, running a paw over his head to flick off the extra water. "It was much more plesaant, even if it's troubling."
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Post by dnacat on Jul 8, 2019 17:30:48 GMT -5
PikerushPikerush plodded along slowly, inhaling waves of a mixture of humidity and air. His brother was going to go into a rage, his perfect pelt inevitably going to fuzz up once he stepped out into the bare, damp air. He smiled to himself as he pictured Algaestar and her patrol of important warriors set to head for rogue territory had to wait for his brother to fix himself up, in case they ran into any of his pretty clanmates along the way. He enjoyed patrols like these, where everyone was generally quite quiet and kept to themselves, but he wished Algaestar had called on him too. Dawnstrike on patrol was always hilarious and a great time. Not that everyone here wasn't hilarious and a good time, they were all great, fu- why was he defending himself? They couldn't hear his thoughts. He shook out his head, and distracted himself with the birds that flew in triangles overhead. He wondered where they were flying to.
SmallfireSmallfire chuckled as he realised he had indeed probably told Fallowpaw all the stories he knew. He hummed, tilting his head, unsure as to what story he should tell him. He had told him the story of Lionblaze, Jayfeather, Dovewing and Firestar, of the ancient four clans who resided by a mighty lake. He had told him the story of Coldwater and Warmfire, starcrossed lovers forbidden from seeing one another. He had even told him the story of Tigerstar, the most evil cat to ever grace the ground beneath their paws. He paused, before he had an aha moment, straightening upright and ears perking up, "Have I ever told you the story of Whitefang, warrior of the wolves?"
(Completely stealing this story from another elder's story in another fanfiction written by another fan who is a much better writer than me btw sksksk).
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 8, 2019 18:42:24 GMT -5
Algaestar nuzzled her mother's cheek. "I will," she said, then added with a glance to her patrol, "we will." Her head whipped around as she heard another cat scampering towards her, and she purred at the sight of Petalfall. "Of course you can," she said, her whiskers twitching with amusement at the excited she-cat. "I was considering whether or not I needed another warrior." She nodded to all of the warriors in the group (and Loonpaw) before moving her head toward the east. "We'll stay on that side of the river." With a flick of her tail she started heading to the shoreline.
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Post by Owl on Jul 8, 2019 20:00:49 GMT -5
(i adore that alder-nosey line.)
"Maybe it's good timing, in a weird way," Tanglestripe said, flicking his tail in an attempt to shake the water off. "With Darkfeather's kits being so young. Daisypaw, too. The apprentice's den is fit to burst, so I suppose we don't have to worry about anything happening to the little guys while they swim across the river. All we've gotta do now is make sure that no kits fall in!"
Though he said the words to comfort both Aldernose and himself, Tanglestripe only felt more troubled. In spite of the danger, the river's high waters and strong waves were a constant in the lives of the FloodClan cats. What would they be without it? Would things be different?
Trying to brush his own worries away, he beckoned Aldernose to follow with a swish of his tail and began to step into the soft, waving grass of the moorlands, taking a deep breathful of the sweet air. He could already detect the faint scent of mouse, and Tanglestripe comforted himself with the thought that at least hunting should be easy today.
"Perhaps Algaestar and Pigeontuft aren't worried? 'Specially if they haven't received any signs. I suppose it could just be nature deciding to act silly."
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Post by Owl on Jul 8, 2019 20:09:48 GMT -5
Petalfall beamed as Algaestar agreed, dipping her head in response. "Thank you, Algaestar!" It felt great to be of use, especially at a time of worry like this.
She'd never felt hostile towards cats outside the clans, though she never did manage to hold a conversation with any of them. Maybe these rogues weren't hostile in the first place. Especially considering that there's no way those guys outnumber a whole clan. Even if they want to hunt on the moorlands, all we have to do is tell them that this has always been our territory!
Petalfall followed after the rest of her clanmates as they began to step out of camp, her tail held high in the air. She turned a little until she was walking in time with Loonpaw.
"Do you really think we'll end up seeing them? The rogues, I mean," she said to the younger she-cat. "I just hope they're in a good mood!"
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