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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 7, 2024 14:49:19 GMT -5
|| OMG Happy Birthday!!!
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Post by aquatail on Feb 7, 2024 15:22:57 GMT -5
Happy birthday β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯!!!! What day is it for you?
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Post by Sand on Feb 7, 2024 15:36:41 GMT -5
[ Lady - it hasn't gotten much lighter here and I am tired of the darkness lol. It was a bit cold here too. oh, sorry, I forgot to put a space between the paragraphs, that's on me. that's an exact take on her face though. she looks quite annoyed x'D. ] - -
[ Frostrose - alright, I see! I'll keep that in mind while I rp her. I'm excited to see how Mysticpaw will react to Duckpaw's feelings about the attack & everything else. Happy birthday! ]
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 7, 2024 15:41:54 GMT -5
(It is Wednesday the 7th for me, 3:41pm! And thank you everyone!)
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 7, 2024 17:11:21 GMT -5
||Applenose|| ||Gladeclan|| ||With;Other kits-(ladylantsov )|| ||Where; Nursery|| How Eaglestar was beyond an amazing father to their kits. She loved watching him with them. Each and every one of them. Yet, Thornkit seemed to be beyond smitten with his father. Always wanting to be where he was. Some days, now that he could be steady, it was even impossible for the queen to keep him in the nursery.
βThornkit, when youβre done harassing your father, get your little hindquarters back to the nursery.β Applenose was a gentle firm with her little Thornkit, as she knew he didnβt listen the greatest, especially if Eaglestar was around.
With a wave of her tail, the queen gave a soft goodbye to her mate and then padded to the fresh-kill pile. Grabbing a large squirrel from the pile. Sheβd just started letting her kits try fresh-kill. Of course, she would soften it slightly, make small pieces for her little ones. They always preferred her milk, but loved the unique tastes of each piece of prey she brought in.
Pushing her way back into the nursery, thorns once again tugging and tangling gently with the tips of her fur. Once within the comfy mossy filled den, she padded gently up to her three remaining bundles, sleeping lightly all together. How precious they all were.
Settling a tiny distance from them, the queen took a big hungry bite of the squirrel, chewing thoughtfully. Itβd been a good 2 moons since she had been able to really leave the camp. To stretch her legs. To run and hunt and patrol. It wasnβt a secret that Applenose had a hard time being cramped up in the nursery. Starclan knew, she loved her kits. Yet, she yearned to be able to leave the nursery. Time was ticking way too slow.
||Thornkit|| ||Gladeclan|| ||With;Eaglestar(ladylantsov)|| ||Where; Outside nursery| Thornstike. Brave. Strong. Powerful. Warrior.
Puffing out his chest, Thornkit looked proudly at his father. Yet, that proud moment quickly changed when Eaglestar started waving his tail around. Jumping at his tail eagerly, the kit let out little angry squeaks and chitters. How he tried so hard to clasp his paws around his fathers tail, prickly little claws out.
Hardly hearing his motherβs command, his ears flickered back and he waved his stubby tail to let her know he had heard. Yet, he hoped that Eaglestar would let him join along on anything he decided to do around camp. Dropping down from his final jump at the tail waving in front of him, he tried clambering up his fatherβs back again. βWhat are we doing today, Father.? Can you show me the territory.?β ||Tinypaw|| ||Willowclan|| ||With; Lilypath(aquatail )|| ||Where; The river|| Tinypaw had to sit and think for a minute. His mind rattling with all the choices he had been given. Did he want to battle train.? Did he want to explore the territory.? Did he want to hunt land prey.? Did he want to fish.? Did he want to help collect herbs for their medicine cat.? Did he want to check the borders for any suspicious activity.? So. Many. Options.
After a moment of thought, the little brown and white Tom gave a slight nod. He gazed happily at his calico furred mentor. βCan we go down to the river and fish.?β Heβd always loved fishing, itβd been one of his favorite things. Better at fishing than hunting, honestly. With his eye-sight, heβd come to find that being close up with the river, it was something he spotted easily.
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 7, 2024 17:11:56 GMT -5
(Sorry my posts arenβt great. Just wanted to get something out there. π)
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Post by Sand on Feb 7, 2024 17:44:45 GMT -5
Brokenmist - GladeClan camp - open! Brokenmist was a bit lost right now. He sat still as a statue outside the warriors' den, hoping that the ferns would keep him hidden from his clanmates for now. He wasn't sure what he needed to do today, but he would figure it out soon enough. The brown and white tabby tom began licking at his short pelt, avoiding his slightly crooked tail tip for the time being. He wondered if he could do anything outside of camp, particularly wanting to steer clear of Darkfire and his little posse. Things had grown awkward for Brokenmist among his clanmates, but maybe everything had always been like that. He was never sure of what to do, especially when it came to his duties. Who knew that being constantly confused could become such a burden to himself and every other cat? With that, the warrior got to his paws as he scanned the camp carefully with his green gaze. So far, no cat had noticed him and he wanted to keep it that way. A lone hunting patrol would do him some good if he could find prey.
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[ Duckpaw is also open! ]
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 7, 2024 18:11:40 GMT -5
Eaglestar ΰ½Ό ΰ½Ό ΰ½Ό The Tom watches his mate slip back into the nursery with fondness in his gaze. He knew she hated the confined feeling of the nursery with a passion most would have struggled to see in her. In the moons theyβd known each other Eaglestar knew first-paw that trying to keep that shecat confined was a little like trying to trap lightning between the paws.
Impossible, and those who tried were going to be in for a shock.
Eaglestarβs distraction had lasted a matter of a heartbeat, but the bundle of energy that was the moon old kit wasnβt about to let that slide. And the young kittenβs comment drew Eaglestar back from his fond pattern of thoughts.
I pray for your mentor little tom, Eaglestarβs whiskers twitch as he looks at the miniature of himself. He ponders a moment more, pressing a damp nose to the youngsterβs little body, tickling the round underbelly as he draws the tom a little closer. Actually I pray for anyone who tries to get in your way. The amended thought is a gentle one.
Already in this miniature warrior the father can see that same flicker of ambition he now recognised in his elder son.
But whereas Mysticpawβs ambition was tempered by something cruel, something sharp and mean. Little Thornkitβs was carved from an entirely different piece of marble.
A quiet kind of sweetness Eaglestar saw in how the little one interacted with his sisters. And for all his bossiness, this one was eager to learn, eager to listen.
Eaglestar would make sure those traits blossomed from seeds into flowers.
The father nuzzles between Thornkitβs ears. βLittle tom if I were to take you into the territory who would keep your mama and litter mates safe?β
Whoβll warn the foxes to keep their cubs safe and out of sight? the thought makes him chuckle. βEaglet of mine, thereβs so much world for you to explore, donβt go wishing away your youth wanting to see all of it at once when thereβs so much here for you to have.β
That and Applenose would make sure there were no more kits to any dam in Eaglestarβs future if the father thought to even take Thornkit too far from the nurseryβs shadows.
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Post by daydreams on Feb 7, 2024 23:22:49 GMT -5
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The imposing figure of the Willowclan deputy spent most of the morning pacing around the camp, needing to keep his paws busy. He hated the thought that Gladeclan had gotten the best of them and taken back the Sunning rocks. He felt weak in the thought that they couldn't fend them off. But most of all, he had a sick feeling in his gut when it came to Willowclan's leader, Moonstar. The multi-colored leader had lost a life to Gladeclan's deputy during the fight. He wanted to check on her, but he was sure she had taken more of a beating to her pride than anything else.
With a heavy sigh, the red furred deputy found his paws moving towards the molly, his head dipped in a respectful greeting as he approached her. "Hello darling," he greeted. He hesitated a moment before he sat at her side. "How are you?"
(( i imagine redthorn calls moonstar 'darling', not in a romantic way, but more so as a comfortable pet-name of sorts?? )) brokenmist (Sand )// gladeclan βΈβΈβ£βΈβΈ
It was a wonder if Cloudbreeze even knew how to slow down. She always on the move, never able to slow down or stop for too long. She often felt restless if she was in one spot for too long. It was nearly impossible for her! From across the camp, her yellow gaze locked onto the crooked tip of Brokenmist's tail. Her claws dug into the ground to physically stop herself from running over towards him, possibly scaring him. It was so hard for Cloudbreeze to interact with others without annoying them too quickly. As slowly as possible for her, which wasn't slow at all, the warrior crept close towards her fellow clanmate until she was just behind him.
"Hiya Brokenmist!" She greeted cheerful. "Whatcha up to today? Can I join you? Oh, please say yes, I'm just dying to do something!" βΈβΈβ£βΈβΈ
The large tom was barely relaxed by the deputy's words. His claw itched for more, his mind ran with all the possibilities that they could do, all the havoc they could wreck! No, he must remain calm. If Darkfire believes that patience is the best way to go, then Snakevenom will listen. After all, they deputy had gotten them this far. His mind still ran with the memory of the battle, his muscles rippling as if they too remembered. He could still feel the soft flesh of the Willowclan deputy as his claw tore through part of his flank, stopping him from saving his precious little leader from a death dealt by Darkfire.
There were still so many loyal followers of Eaglestar, and Snakevenom wondered how Darkfire planned to deal with them when the time came. Would he simply exile them if they chose not to pledge loyalty to him when he ultimately took over Gladeclan? Or would they be killed in the same cold blood in which they had attacked the Willowclan patrol? So many possibilities. The warrior's green gaze moved to the apprentice who rested near Splashfury. "And what of him?" he inquired. "Do you think he will remain with us, or will he ultimately choose his father in the end?" The question had been burning in Snakevenom's mind since the day Mysticpaw had started hanging around with them. While his loyalty seemed to lie with Darkfire for now, he couldn't help but wonder if the apprentice would switch sides when the time came that Darkfire went after his father.
(( i got a few more starters up for now! ))
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 8, 2024 10:04:19 GMT -5
Leafkit βοΈβοΈβοΈ The drowzy kitten had promptly curled up with his sisters and succumbed once more to the temptations of slumber after his brief waking window. Whereas his older were a little like bears coming out of hibernation, this little one could better be described as an owl quite furious the morning songbird's had pulled him from his slumber. The youngster had pulled all his ungainly little limbs to his body, wrapping his tail over his nose in an effort to block out the morning light streaming through the nursery.
Not a dawn-patrol warrior in the making, then.
He blinks his eyes open at the sound of soft pawsteps on the nursery floor, and his eyes slowly blink open again, focusing on the inside of the thorn-bush nursery. Tiny pink nose twitching as he catches the scent of his mother, and this time that milk-heavy scent stirs hunger a little more furiously in his belly.
The youngster unfurls, stretching like a blossom reaching for fresh sunlight. Gathering ungainly limbs up beneath him as he makes to his paws and totters over to his mother. Walking, running and all the fun things that would come to the youngster as he grew were still new skills, and his brain hadn't quite connected the pathways from one thing to the other just yet.
He had his brother's elegance, just thankfully not the determination to make it everybody's problem.
"Mama," Leafkit greets, stretching onto paw-tips in order to headbut her chin in an affectionate little gesture. He flicks a curious gaze onto the prey she's brought with her, giving it a weary sniff a bit like the cream-coloured tomkit isn't quite convinced it wont bite him back.
Applenose had recently tried to convince her kittens to try their paws at vole, and he nor his siblings had been thrilled with the prospect. This flat, fluffy thing seemed a little more appealing. Leafkit for one quite enjoyed playing with the bones, the tails, etc, but his mama's milk still proved the more appealing option on the menu, probably would for another quarter moon yet.
"What is it?" The curious youngster asks, cocking his head as he looks up at his mother.
Kits, half their words seemed to be some variation of what, how or why at this age.
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 9, 2024 6:42:15 GMT -5
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Post by Sand on Feb 9, 2024 12:27:15 GMT -5
Brokenmist - GladeClan camp - with Cloudbreeze Brokenmist was deep in thought as he groomed his tabby and white pelt gently with care. Everything around him wasn't a concern as far as he believed for now. He wasn't really busy, but still, he had the chance to take care of himself before heading out of camp. The brown and white tabby tom lifted his head up from his stomach at the sudden sound of Cloudbreeze's greeting. His fur bristled in surprise as he hadn't expected any cat to scare the daylights out of him. He quickly turned around to face the russet colored she-cat, his green gaze wide.
"Hi there, Cloudbreeze," Brokenmist greeted, dipping his head towards the older warrior. Her cheerfulness was a lot to take in, it felt overwhelming to him. However, Brokenmist knew it was best to be kind and keep his strange feelings to himself. "Well, I was going to head out of camp and find something to do. I suppose you can join me."
The warrior paused momentarily, realizing that he had yet to see Spiderpaw, his apprentice. Why hadn't he thought of her beforehand? Honestly, he felt embarrassed by his own actions and thoughts. "By any chance, Cloudbreeze, have you seen Spiderpaw?" he asked in a low tone, hoping that the russet she-cat wouldn't dare tell any cat about his question.
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Duckpaw - WillowClan camp - open Duckpaw was beyond bored and it truly showed on her scrunched up, feisty little face. She wanted to leave camp without any other cat and go on an adventure to the GladeClan border. Maybe she would be able to meet up with Mysticpaw again as she hadn't seen the tom since the attack from GladeClan. She was healed up now, so at least there was something to be content about.
Yet the little mackerel tabby's mind wandered easily for one reason-- did she really want to forgive Mysticpaw? His clan had taken back the Sunningrocks from WillowClan unjustifiably. It upsetted her that the white tom had been involved in the same attack as she was. Duckpaw was concerned for her clanmates' safety and Mysticpaw's too. Grumbling, the apprentice rolled onto her side besides the apprentices' den. She really wasn't sure what to do. Did she want to forgive Mysticpaw or force him to make the first move?
If she left camp now and headed to the GladeClan border, she was unsure if she would get caught. Redthorn was busy with Moonstar which meant there was an opportunity to leave camp. The young apprentice wasn't too confident in her plan, but she knew one thing-- she needed to see Mysticpaw sooner than later.
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Post by aquatail on Feb 9, 2024 16:56:29 GMT -5
Lillypath and Tinypaw " of course we can ." She wasn't usually in a good mood but she was today. She headed to the river Tinypaw hot on her paws. "So " she said when she had got her breath back. "You move like this so the fish can't see your shadow then stick your paw in like this!" She cried as a fish flopped on the ground next to her and she gave it a killing bite." Now you try".
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 11, 2024 4:42:22 GMT -5
||Applenose|| ||Gladeclan|| ||With;Other kits-(ladylantsov )|| ||Where; Nursery|| It took less than a few blinks for one of her little kittens to uncurl themselves as she settled down on the nursery floor. The comfort of moss beneath her, softened by the many feathers the clan had brought the queens. While it wasnβt her space inside the warriors den, and more often than not, Eaglestarβs den, it was comfortable.
It was no surprise to her that it was Leafkit who had awoken to her scent. He was typically the first to wake if she did. Followed by Dewkit and then Fernkit. Thornkit on the other hand, well, he was his own spirit. Up and pestering his father the moment he could pick up his fatherβs scent outside the nursery walls.
Watching the little Tom-kit with the gentlest of green eyes, she leaned down slightly has she watched her younger song stand on his toes to reach her. It didnβt take much for a little head butt to her chin, to send the queen into a rumbling purr. βMy little Leaf.β
The wobbling legs always got her in the warmest ways. Watching her kits learn to move around. To walk. To jump. To run. And eventually learn to feed and defend their clan. She enjoyed watching her kits grow, even if it was a bittersweet feeling having to give up her warrior duties.
A soft chuckle escaped from Applenose as Leafkit took in the squirrel. She had hoped sheβd have at least one of them to pester her about it. βItβs a squirrel. Not as good as a rabbit, in my opinion. But better than a vole.β With that, she took a small bite, enough for the tiny Tom-kit to try and softened it slightly. βHere, little one. See what you think.β ||Thornkit|| ||Gladeclan|| ||With;Eaglestar(ladylantsov )|| ||Where; Outside nursery| The hopefulness in the little brown and white Tom-kits eyes seemed to lose their shine as his father dismissed him wanting to leave the camp.Oh how it was hard to be a kitten. Stuck in the same walls of camp for six whole moons. Yet, it only took a small moment for his greenish grey eyes to sparkle at Eaglestarβs trust in him to watch after his mother and siblings. There was a small glimmer of jealousy though, as he watched his older brother head out of camp on his own. How lucky Mysticpaw was to have the luxury of leaving camp, let alone without a warrior to join him. One day. Five more moons. He was beyond ready.
How determined the little kit was to learn all the ways of a warrior, when he still couldnβt fully even keep his balance. He did a lot better than his siblings already, but still had his clumsy moments.
After an eager dip of acceptance to Eaglestar, Thornkitβs nose twitched slightly at the scent of food coming from a returning patrol. He remembered the vole his mother had let them try the other day. Face scrunching up, he hoped other prey was better. Deciding he was ready to return to his mother, belly rumbling, Thornkit gave his father a gentle touch to the cheek.
βIβll always take care of them. Iβm gonna go back to mama now. Iβll come back and see you when mama lets me again.β Without waiting for a response, the burly kit turned and darted back to the nursery, stumbling a few times along the way.
||Tinypaw|| ||Willowclan|| ||With; Lilypath(aquatail )|| ||Where; The river|| Deep breath. Stillness. Patience.
Itβs something that his mother had told him about when it came to fishing. And now, as he sat beside his mentor at the riverbank, he took those steps seriously. The awe he felt as he watched Lilypath easily jab her paw in and sending a fish on to the bank beside them, grew within his chest.
Squinting his greenish yellow eyes at the water, his poor eye-sight forcing him to look even harder, even longer. After what seemed like a whole moons worth of time, a shimmer in the water caught his eye. With a flash of his paw, the brown and white Tom scooped out a small pike. Darting to give the fish a killing bite, it took him a moment to give the killing bite, the fish giving him a nice slap to the face before it went still.
||Moonstar|| ||Willowclan|| ||With; Redthorn(daydreams )|| ||Where; Near Leaders Den||
There was a dangerously large piece of Moonstar that had feltβ¦Broken, since the battle at the sunning stones. A haunted and clouded look had often been found in her gaze since her life had been ripped from her grasp. More often than not, Featherblossom was found bringing the leader some poppy seeds, just to help her sleep, her dreams becoming nightmares. It was no secret to any of the clan that something was very off about their leader.
Surprisingly, after a moon of not leaving her den. Not even to check on her clan or train her apprentice, Moonstar finally sat outside of her den, eyes watching the activities around her. The cloudiness that had taken over her green gaze, seemed to have lifted, her sparkling green gaze content for the first time in a moon.
Sheβd been out of her nest since before dawn had broke, even waving a gentle greeting to the dawn patrol as they awakened and disappeared out of camp. Watching as Hawkwhisper slipped into the nursery to see his mate and one moon old kits. Knowing the pair still grieved heavily for the two they lost before their lives could even start.
Her green eyes seemed to give way to a warmth and gentleness as her deputy padded up to her and settled down beside her. She was heavily aware of his hesitation, knowing her absence the last moon had weighed just as deeply on him. As well as her being aware that watching her lose a life, held down by the Gladeclan warrior as Darkfire held her underneath the water.
It was the βDarlingβ that always got to the brown and grey Molly. Always gave her a swirl of emotions she couldnβt explain. Redthorn was her greatest ally and a partner at best. Theyβd been close, from the moment they were in the apprentice den together. Of course, she was out of the apprentices den well before him. But they thrived as warriors together. Growing apart as well as having a blossoming friendship.
βHello, Redthorn.β She gave him a slight bump with her shoulder. βIβm feeling slightly better today. More clear minded than normal. The gathering is tomorrow. Iβm trying to decide who should come. What are your thoughts.?β
||OOC; I just realized Iβve been mistakingly calling these the sunning rocks. Like in the books, but it was originally supposed to be called the Sunning stones. Also. I always imagined Redthorn and Moonstar becoming more someday. But they are a good team. Have a good friendship. Have grown together most of their lives. So itβs not any surprise for either to be gentle and sweet with each other. ||
||Darkfire|| ||Gladeclan|| ||With;Snakevenom(daydreams )|| ||Where;By meeting Tree| Oh. How the question seemed to resonate in Darkfireβs mind, as it seemed to in Snakevenoms. While his brown tabby friend voiced the concerns out loud, the deputy often chose to keep his thoughts to himself unless needed otherwise. Yet, this time, he wasnβt bothered much by the thought. Mysticpaw had grown quite close to the group, admiring Darkfire and his minions, more than he probably should.
βI believe that we can convince Mysticpaw to see it our way. In due time.β His dark green eyes seemed to hold a deep thought to them, as they followed the white Tom as he slipped out through the dirt place tunnel. βHe will learn how weak his father truly is. But..β flicking Snakevenom over the ears with his tail, the orange and black Tom gave a sinister chuckle, βIf he has any sign of choosing Eaglestar over us, then he shall meet the same fate.β
Sharp long claws seemed to knead the ground beneath his paws as Darkfire imagined the events leading up to Eaglestarβs demise. How wonderful it would be to watch his leadership fall, and the deputyβs own flourish. But they would need to tread carefully. Especially when it came to Mysticpaw. βSince you are Mysticpawβs mentor, I do expect you to form a bigger bond with him. Train him to be ruthless. Train him that being a warrior, means not being tied down by blood. He will be a great warrior. So long as he is on the right side.β
||OOC; How fun it is to RP Darkfire with Snakevenom. What a dangerous pair. π||
||Mysticpaw|| ||Gladeclan|| ||With;Maybe Duckpaw(Sand )|| ||Where; The Marshlands|| The whole morning, Mysticpaw had been haunted by thoughts of Duckpaw. Itβd been a moon since the battle with the rival clan. And itβd been a thrilling feeling for him, but also a moment of disbelief and horror. Not about the battle itself, but of who he was forced to fight against. And heβd done a number on her. Fighting just as fiercely as he would any warrior of the other clan.
It was the dreams that haunted him the most. Caused him to spend the last moon endlessly thinking about the Willowclan apprentice. How heβd found himself full of a deep regret for hurting her from the moment the adrenaline had faded. Enough so that he hadnβt gone near the borders in hopes of avoiding facing Duckpaw.
Since the moment they had met at her first gathering at 6 moons old, Mysticpaw had felt a connection with her. Heβd already been to three gatherings before her. And had shown her the ropes the second he spotted her. And for the last 3 moons, the pair had spent more time than they should have together. Meeting anywhere from dawn to dusk and everything in between.
The marshlands had become the meeting spot, for the two of them. Knowing that most of their clanmates avoided the area, especially the further they went.
Getting to his paws and glancing from Darkfire and Snakevenom, to his parents, Mysticpaw made the decision to head to the Marshlands. While he didnβt expect Duckpaw to show up, every part of him hoped to his ancestors that she would. Being mindful to not look suspicious, the white Tom slipped out of the tunnel that led to the dirt place out of camp. Once through to the forest, he moved with a quick pace.
Legs bunched and stretched beneath him as he made his way through Gladeclan territory. It didnβt take him long to reach the rocks that scattered across the river. He hopped from one to the other easily, entering the other side of the forest. From there, he moved with his belly almost brushing the ground, ears backwards to listen behind him. With all the dangers that hid in the darkness of this forest, he ought to be careful.
When finally reaching the marshlands, Mysticpaw sat at the edge of it, still at the tree-line to the Gladeclan forest. His sharp tan eyes scanned the wet and herb filled land, hoping to catch a glimpse of the brown and orange Willowclan Molly. He seemed to hold his breath while doing so.
||OOC: I didnβt think about the 3 moon age difference between Mysticpaw and Duckpaw. Would you be okay if I bumped her age up to 9 or 10 moons.?|| OOC; Iβm so sorry these are taking so long. I will work on them more as soon as I can. Thank you for waiting so patiently.
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Post by aquatail on Feb 11, 2024 15:22:18 GMT -5
Lillypath and Tinypaw "Good job" she meowed to her apprentice . "You have a lot of patience when you're motivated. " She glanced at his catch. "You'll get better in no time. I'm sure of it." "Let's try one more time"she flicked her tail to the river. She turned around and watched the river once more. She saw a big carp and motioned for him to try catch it. " Remember don't let it see your shadow " she called to him
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 12, 2024 5:47:00 GMT -5
|| Sorry barely sat down yesterday! I'll get a response up as soon as I can.
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 12, 2024 7:51:17 GMT -5
(Hi everyone! Finally finished replies! So sorry it took so long!)
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Post by Sand on Feb 12, 2024 16:43:11 GMT -5
[ of course! I'm good with Duckpaw's age being bumped up. ] Duckpaw of WillowClan- the Marshlands - with Mysticpaw of GladeClan Duckpaw padded towards the dirtplace, hoping she could use it as a way to get out of camp. She had done so before, but she wanted to be careful with each pawstep she took. Although Moonstar was with Redthorn, that didn't mean the leader wasn't paying attention. She didn't want to disappoint her mentor by all means, but Mysticpaw meant something special to her. Duckpaw just hoped that Moonstar wouldn't find out about any of this, even if meant keeping her relationship with Mysticpaw a secret forever.
As the brown and ginger she-cat raced through the grasslands, her old wounds began to ache slightly. Even though Duckpaw was completely healed, it had been a moon since she had ran like this before. The apprentice ignored the pain and hurried onward to the marshlands, silently hoping that Mysticpaw would show. It was wishful thinking, considering that neither apprentice had seen each other since the attack. What would he think of her? Duckpaw knew that she wasn't too happy with the white tom, but there wasn't much she could do. An attack was an attack and she had to defend her clan just like Mysticpaw did.
The apprentice bounded forward cautiously, her dark amber eyes shifting from left to right. She quickly passed through the tall grass and realized that she wasn't too far from the marshlands. Her brown ears leaned forward, listening for any suspicious sounds. The coast was clear for now. Duckpaw padded ahead, glancing behind her momentarily. It appeared no cat had followed her far enough. She would have to find something to hide her scent later.
As Duckpaw padded through the wet, smelly land, she suddenly came to a halt. Is that Mysticpaw? she thought, noticing a white cat sitting oddly still at the marshlands' edge. "Who's there?" she called out, narrowing her dark amber eyes in the direction of the GladeClan apprentice. She wasn't going to say his name just yet only because she was afraid if it were another GladeClan cat. The WillowClan apprentice shook out her fluffy pelt, trying to make herself appear bigger. If the cat waiting at the border wasn't Mysticpaw, she needed to be prepared to retreat, or worse, fight.
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 13, 2024 9:35:50 GMT -5
Leafkit βοΈβοΈβοΈ Leafkit listens to his mother, and when she assures him of her approval, the little one settles himself down beside the bite-sized chunk she'd offered him and takes a closer sniff.
It smells of the woodland expanses this fluffy brown little thing had known as home before it met its fate at the paws of a warrior. Of the warrior who'd returned with it to camp following the kill, though his nose wasn't yet good enough at distinguishing any smell that wasn't his mother's or fathers from the rest of the clan just yet. Then the slight metallic scent that tickled the back of his throat - the blood that had been spilled with the killing blow.
The scents put off by the squirrel were enough to make his unnuanced mouth water - instincts knew the meaning of prey even if his little body wasn't quite used to the differences in it.
He noses it, then bites down a little clumsily. Managing to peel away enough of a chunk of flesh and swallows it. The little tom ponders, a little conoisseur, "Better than vole," the tom kit agreed, mostly because it was his mother's opinion and the youngster was quite prone to agreeing with his mother's opinion.
Whereas Thornkit had, from pretty much the moment the older tom kit had opened his eyes, decided he was a father's boy. Leafkit had thoroughly marked himself out as his mama's.
Not that the youngster disliked his father, nothing of the sort. But even this moon-old kit had seen the way much of the rest of the clan tended to treat the Leader. Paying the warrior far more attention than Leafkit found comfortable. And apparently that meant they tended to look to him, less reverent more... curious.
Like on the grounds of blood alone they expected Leafkit to be... more.
Footsteps at the nursery entrance herald the approach of Thornkit, and the young tom lifts his head to watch his brother prance merrily into the nursery. Smelling of the world outside and the tom Leafkit knows to be his father. A grin so broad marks Thornkit's face that Leafkit can't help but wonder if his jaw aches with it.
Leafkit was about the same size as his brother, though made of slightly gentler stuffs for now, the chub of kittens kept well fed by their mother, that would one day become lean muscle and long limbs. The little tom's lips peel back in Leafkit's best impression of the snarls he'd seen of the elder warriors of the Clan. It translated better as a warning chirp, like a startled blackbird sent to flight by clumsy paws through shrubs than it was a Warrior defending his honor.
The little one had grown more than used to Thornkit pushing him around when it came to mama's milk - nothing malicious, only the natural bickering between littermates, the playfighting that was natural in the Clan's littlest members.
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 14, 2024 4:17:54 GMT -5
||Applenose&Thornkit|| ||Gladeclan|| ||With; Leafkit-(ladylantsov )|| ||Where; Nursery|| Watching her adorable little mini-me, Applenose gave a gentle purr of encouragement. Watching as he sniffed at the prey before taking a bite. It was the comment about the vole that made her chuckle. How clear each of her kittens had been about their distaste for the creature. Knowing good and well that when they became warriors, this would change. They would learn to eat whatever would fill their bellies. Even if that meant something they werenβt that fond of.
βIβm glad you think itβs better, my sweet little Leaf.β A gentle flick over his ears was her way of showing her approval, as she took another bite of her squirrel and savored the taste. Squirrel had always been her favorite prey. Especially during leaf-fall, as they fattened up for the cold of Leaf-bare.
She could scent her eldest of the litter before he trotted into the nursery, head high and grinning. How proud he always was after spending time with his father. Sheβd been fond of their relationship from the moment Thornkit could make out that Eaglestar was his parent. While Thornkit looked just like his father. Leafkit looked like her. It was always funny to her when her other kits looked off from their parents. Fernkit and Dewkit had qualities of the pair, but had their own unique looks. Mysticpaw looked identical to his great grandfather. And Mousepaw was more like her grandmother.
She watched as the little brown and white Tom-kit skittered up to his brother, tail straight up. Green eyes met amber eyes and a warning chirp escaped the scowl on Leafkitβs face. Followed by a slinky Thornkit and a rumble deep in his chest, that sounded not even a little threatening. She knew the pair loved each other, but they loved to get on each others nerves. Especially when it came to Eaglestar and herself.
Tear and slightly softening a small piece of the squirrel, she dropped it and pushed it gently to Thornkit. βHere, my son. Try some squirrel, instead of you two bickering.β She was in no mood for their shenanigans today. And the warning in her tone was met in her eyes as well.
Thornkit knew that look. The βI will cuff you both over the ears, if you donβt stopβ look. He immediately felt himself getting hot with defense, but instead grumbled to himself and crouched down. Giving the brown furry creature a sniff, he glanced sideways at Leafkit and then tore a tiny piece off. Chewing it slowly and thoughtfully. After what seemed like a whole moon, the little brown and white kit swallowed and nodded excitedly.
βThat. Was. AMAZING.β Greedily, he started eating quickly, scarfing down the squirrel like he hadnβt eaten a day in his life. In between mouthfuls, he puffed at Leafkit. βComeβ¦Onβ¦Leafkit..Eat..β ||Tinypaw|| ||Willowclan|| ||With; Lilypath(aquatail )|| ||Where; The river|| Taking her praise with a puffed out chest, the little two-shaded brown and white apprentice stared at her with bright greenish-yellow eyes. Heβd always been fond of praise, especially being an only kit and being at a disadvantage from the other clan members.
When she gave him instructions to try catching a large carp, Tinypaw gave a little shiver of anticipation, the settled against the sun, so his shadow wouldnβt hit the water. Paw raised, holding his breath, the little Tom waited.
Slowly. Patiently. Ready.
And with a quick flash of his paw, Tinypaw clawed the fish from the water, throwing it on the bank, closer to his mentor than himself. He let out a little squeak of protest as the carp started flapping back towards the water.
||OOC; Tinypaw actually has two siblings. Pebblepaw and Emberpaw of Gladeclan. But he doesnβt know that. And neither do Emberpaw and Pebblepaw. Feathersoul gave her kits up to Gladeclan because their father was there and after she gave them up, he died. Leaving the kits to grow up with an adopted mother and a father that died.|| ||Mysticpaw|| ||Gladeclan|| ||With;Maybe Duckpaw(Sand )|| ||Where; The Marshlands|| A few moments felt like an entire lifetime to the large white Tom as he sat waiting for Duckpaw. His sitting became pacing, and then his pacing turned it standing and staring with piercing tan eyes. Still as a stone, scanning the marshlands, eyes focusing on the direction of Willowclan territory. βShe isnβt coming. Why would she come, after what you did.?β
He knew he had to fight her. If Snakefire found out. Great Starclan. If Darkfire found out, heβd Have his fur and tear his sweet Duckpaw from chin to tail. If it was one thing he had learned over the moons, it was that the deputy of Gladeclan was ruthless. And a lot of the things that Darkfire, Snakevenom and Splashfury did and discussed around him, made him worried and uncomfortable. Yet, he had this ambition that burned within him. That only they seemed to understand.
βThere.β His eyes snapped towards the brown and ginger figure that moved quickly through the wet and marshy land. βShe really came. Sheβs really here.β Holding his breath as she seemed to spot him, her voice carried to ask who was there. Watching as her fur puffed out and she made herself look tough, Mysticpaw gave a little raspy purr of laughter. βItβs me, Duckpaw. Itβs just me. I..Didnβt expect you to come this way. But I was hoping.β
βI..Well. Iβve come a few times since the battle. Waited as long as I could manage to stay away from camp without others getting suspicious.β He moved closer to her, he long white fur smoothed down and silky. Sharp tan eyes seemed to soften. Something they only did for the Willowclan Molly. βDuckpaw.β
βIβm sorry for the battle. Iβm sorry for hurting you. I shouldnβt have.β The guilt that wormed up through his stomach seemed to spill over his face, a grim look to him. He found himself meeting her dark amber gaze, ears twitching nervously. What would she say.? Would she be upset with him.? He would be upset if he was her. Why had he attacked her so aggressively.? Like she was a rogue, fighting him over a piece of prey.
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 14, 2024 4:23:38 GMT -5
||Frostrose|| ||Gladeclan|| ||With;Sagefur(Brownie )|| ||Where; Abandoned bridge| βSage. Sage. Sage. What in Starclans name was this Tomβs name.?β The question raged inside Frostrose. To the point of irritation. She was typically so good with names. And sheβd seen him more than once. Heβd been at gatherings when they were apprentices. She remembered him for his long legs. Very distinct compared to others she had met. And she had been there when his warrior name was announced. What could it possiblyβ¦ βSAGEFUR.β
There was a prideful smirk to the black mollys face as she remembered his name. Then she realized the Tom was talking and she had been lost in her own thought's. Blinking carefully, she tried to focus on what he was saying, hoping he hadnβt noticed her mind trailing off. Something she did all too often. Yet, as she listened to the Willowclan warrior stumbling over words, once again, amusement rose through her. What a silly and nervous fella. So unlike her own clanmates.
βYouβre a bit strange, arenβt you.?β The words escaped from her maw faster than she could stop herself. Of course, sheβd never had a filter before. Always saying it as she saw it, when she did speak up. Even if she came off as rude, sheβd never been one to hold back. βUh. I mean..Sorry. Donβt mind my tongue.β As she found herself apologizing, she about slapped herself. Her. Apologize.? Especially to a cat of another clan.? What was wrong with her. Had she lost her mind.? What was she even doing over here. Talking to him.
She found herself taking a flustered step back as he asked about solo patrolling. She hadnβt thought about how he might see her, being out on her own. Flexing her claws slightly, she curled the sharpest parts of them into the ground, ears twitching slightly, as if to try and hide how her fur started to ruffle along her shoulders. βYou sure have a lot of questions about my clan. Why are you so curious about us.? We are a clan, just as yours is. I canβt imagine itβs much different.β
||OOC: I can just see their friendship bloom. Oh, how much trouble they could cause. How much sneaking theyβd have to do. How dangerous their friendship would be if they ended up in a clashing patrol at the same time.
I feel like my personality is a lot like Frostrose. || ||Brownie , Thought I would repost this. I was unsure if youβd seen it.||
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Post by aquatail on Feb 14, 2024 15:27:21 GMT -5
Lillypath Tinypaw
She quickly finished it off. " You have some work to do but otherwise pretty nice" she meowed to him. "You can carry the big carp home" she called with his first catch and hers in her mouth. She went towards the camp.
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Post by Sand on Feb 14, 2024 16:04:28 GMT -5
Duckpaw of WillowClan - the Marshlands - with Mysticpaw of GladeClan Duckpaw knew by coming to the Marshlands in broad daylight was a risky move, but she had an opportunity to visit Mysticpaw for the first time in two moons. She wanted to see him, confront him, and see how he'd react. She wasn't going to be mean though she wanted him to know how she felt about the battle and its aftermath. There was no cat who could understand her point of view like he did.
Having to fight Mysticpaw was dreadful even if it meant life or death. Moonstar lost a life, Eaglecry had been badly injured, and Duckpaw herself ended up injured too. Not because of Mysticpaw, but because of a strange GladeClan warrior. The small tabby didn't trust any GladeClan besides the white tom before her.
As soon as she heard his laugh, the WillowClan apprentice couldn't help but purr back in amusement. "I came to see you because I needed to," she mewed sternly, trying to maintain an bitter expression. "I didn't think you were going to show."
She listened to Mysticpaw carefully and her ears became hot with embarrassment despite feeling guilty at the same time. He came to the Marshlands before today? And I didn't bother to show up... she thought, wanting to kick herself for avoiding the GladeClan tom. I should've come sooner, I knew it... but what was I supposed to do? Lie about how I feel?
Once Mysticpaw moved closer, her dark amber eyes settled on his tan gaze. His silky, long white fur felt so soft compared to her messy yet fluffy pelt. "I.. should have come to see you, I really should have. Instead, I stayed in camp like a fool! I can't believe you waited for me," she whispered as she moved a bit closer to him.
It was safe to say that Duckpaw was irritated with herself-- her decisions were not wise, in her opinion. There wasn't much she could do about it now. Yet the memories of the battle came flooding back. The way she had been attacked left her frustrated and concerned. More so for Mysticpaw and her clanmates than herself. Now that she was healed, the tabby's feelings were in shambles.
"It's not like I was a kittypet entering your territory. There were four of us and six of you! It was an unfair fight from the beginning and you knew that. You treated me like prey," the brown and orange tabby mewed icily, her voice growing louder by the moment. Her dark amber eyes narrowed once more, noticing the grim look on Mysticpaw's face. Guilt began to eat at her-- he had just apologized to her for the battle and hurting her. Yet here she was, tearing into him like he was fresh kill. "Mouse dung! I'm sorry, Mysticpaw. I shouldn't have hurt you either. It wasn't fair to you or Mousepaw."
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 15, 2024 5:36:17 GMT -5
Leafkit βοΈβοΈβοΈ The cream-furred tomkit watches his brother carefully, but heeds his mother's warning to behave and settles down beside her once more. Taking another tentative nibble, at a slower but more comfortable pace. Letting the taste fill his senses as well as his little belly.
I am eating, the young kit chuffs to himself, flicking a stubby little tail that barely scrapes the ground when the tom stands up. Not everything has to be a race, Thornkit. But he has common-sense enough not to test his mother's patience by saying that aloud.
Instead the youngster's attention flits elsewhere, to his two sisters - the smaller pair of the litter, Dewkit and Fernkit. Where they were still a curled up sleeping ball of limbs and fur. His eyes narrow, head tilting slightly as he looks back up to his mama. "Do we need to save some squirrel for them, mama?" He asks with a more than slightly worried tone. For all the little warrior's bickering with his littermates, he didn't want them to miss out on food.
His own still-slightly delicate tummy had had its fill of solids for now, the kits still at least partially dependent on their mother. The youngster knew eventually their mother would wean her little ones off her milk, a natural part of growing up. But the little one enjoyed that bond with his mother, and wasn't quite yet old enough to lose it entirely, as nice as trying their mother's prey was.
The young tom eyes his mother's flank, a question not voiced but clear in the shy flick of his ears and the not-quite saited hunger in his eyes.
Eaglestar ΰ½Ό ΰ½Ό ΰ½Ό Eaglestar watched, as careful and vigilant as the bird he was named for, as his boisterous son made his way back into the nusery. From experience, the leader was not quite convinced the warrior-wannabe wouldn't try his lucky stars, and attempt to escape camp the moment someone's eyes weren't on him. So the father, protective as a mother-bear, watches his son until his small frame disappears back into the confines of the nursery. Only then does the tom allow some semblance of relaxation to flit through his muscled frame.
By the Stars he was the leader of a Clan, yet it was his own kits that the tom found the hardest to handle, the most time-consuming. Barely a moon old and only just beginning the final legs before their warrior ceremonies, yet more troublesome then the father would have guessed in the time it took him to waste that last of his 9 lives.
But he'd known what it was to grow up without a parent, and wouldn't condemn his kits to a similar fate, no matter what the rest of his Clan might think of him for it.
But Eaglestar knew his attention was needed elsewhere.
At least several thousand different directions it felt like these days.
The tower of a tom gets to his feet, stretching, muscles rippling beneath a fine, dark brown coat. Power was a thing this one harnessed with subtlety, not one of the more overtly strong of the clan, but there was strength in his frame that it took a moment to notice. Large paws, broad muscle and quick wits.
Even if his Clan weren't often privy to those sides of him.
Shaking out anything of the lingering ache in his bones, slashing a paw through the dirt where he'd been strategising quietly to himself before the interruption. Eaglestar steps into the light, sunrays dancing across his thick coat, setting his green eyes aglow in the golden.
Those eyes graze, subtly, over the dark, huddled figure of his deputy and the tom's closest accomplices. Any hint of agitation visible only in the very slight flick of his tail. Those cats seem to spend more of their lives gossiping then they do anything else these days, the thought simmers ony briefly, then fizzles out as Eaglestar crosses camp. Intent on a hunt, on stretching long limbs, and wanting to find someone who'd accompny him.
It still stung more than a little that it couldn't be Applenose, not for a while yet at least.
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 19, 2024 3:10:16 GMT -5
||OOC; Iβm going to take a small break for a few days from everything. Iβve had a terribly rough day. But I am going to get replies up to everyone in a couple days.||
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 19, 2024 3:11:37 GMT -5
||daydreams Did you see my replies for Redthorn and Moonstar and Darkfire and Snakevenom.?||
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Post by daydreams on Feb 21, 2024 12:11:16 GMT -5
Frost - I did see it! I have a reply half way finished so I can post tonight. I've been so busy that I have to slowly reply to threads overtime!
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 25, 2024 19:55:47 GMT -5
||OOC: So, I literally did all my responses last night. And when I went to submit, everything disappeared. And I was so disappointed because I had put so much work into them. So I will try again tonight. π
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Post by Sand on Feb 26, 2024 4:45:53 GMT -5
( oh god, I hate when that happens Iβm so sorry, Frost! Take your time. )
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