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Post by Jade on Mar 10, 2019 12:14:30 GMT -5
"Good," Fawnpaw replied, chuckling softly at Bramblepath's obvious dramatics. She dipped her head and let her ears fall flat in mock-shame before promptly perking up again and taking a few hobbling steps toward the medicine den. "It's always nice to hear that I'm not the only one who doesn't know head from tail when it comes to healing. I guess it's good that I'm training to be a warrior's apprentice—or half the clan might end up poisoned," she added with a laugh. Speaking of apprentices... she craned her neck, peering into the still fairly distant den to see whether Whisppaw might be around. It had been a while since she'd subjected her old nurserymate to her chatter.
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Post by Jade on Mar 10, 2019 12:15:11 GMT -5
(( Jade I posted my forms for when you log on again )) Awesome! I'll go add them :3))
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Post by hollyfrost on Mar 10, 2019 12:26:04 GMT -5
Whisppaw was sitting at the entrance to the den. Slowly cleaning her weeping eye when she heard her mentors voice and the voice of her old den mate. Her ears perked up and she stood to her feet. Bounding over to the two of them with concern in her eyes noticing fawnpaws limp" what trouble did you get yourself into this time." She gave an amused and friendly purr.
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Post by Jade on Mar 10, 2019 12:40:52 GMT -5
"Trouble?" Fawnpaw replied, doing her best to feign a scandalized expression that was made much less convincing by the twinkle in her hazel eyes. "What makes you think a rule-abiding, young warrior-to-be like me would ever find herself in trouble?" Grateful for the chance to rest her aching paws—who knew that heaving herself around on three legs instead of four would be so exhausting?—she seated herself beside Whisppaw. "I had a run-in with a malicious hole in the ground," she teased. "That's all."
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Post by owlspots on Mar 10, 2019 12:52:29 GMT -5
(Hey guys! I've just joined and I'm really looking forward to roleplaying with you all!)
Tumblepaw rose slowly to his paws, wobbling a little as he was forced to distribute a small portion of his weight to his twisted foot. He had apparently been left to sleep in, and as he glanced around the apprentices' den he realised that none of his denmates were there. He was overcome with a rush of dismay, trying to quell the jealous bubble in the pit of his stomach. Had nobody wanted to wake him because they had a choice of better cats? He felt his chest tighten, and he quickly shook his head to rid himself of his anxious doubts. That won't be it, he tried to rationalise, I might just be off duties today. He took a few unsteady steps and peered out of the apprentices' den, scanning the camp for anybody who might be able to reassure him.
Parting her jaws to taste the air, Plumpatch dropped into a crouch behind a clump of tall grass. She had left the camp alone in the hopes of finding some prey so that Tawnybird would stop nagging about being famished, and honestly she just wanted to get the hunt over and done with. She rather swiftly picked up the scent of mouse, and pricked her ears in case the object of her interest was close enough at paw for her to be able to pick up on its whereabouts via sound. Pressing herself low to the ground, Plumpatch snaked forward, worming her way through the undergrowth in pursuit of the scent. It was not long after that she spotted the little creature: small and scrawny, but an acceptable catch if she was able to snag another piece of prey as well. She waited for a moment before pouncing, and slammed her forepaws down on top of the mouse, pinning it in place so she could administer the killing bite. Holding her catch tightly between her jaws, she looked around, hoping to find somewhere memorable that she could bury it.
Tawnybird sat hunched over outside the elders' den, claws digging into the earth. As one of the elders and a rather frail cat, she was unable to leave the camp without the accompaniment of a warrior or one of the older apprentices, and it seemed that everybody was currently out of commission. The skinny red-and-white she-cat scoffed, flattening her ears in indignation - surely there was somebody around to take her for a walk? She spotted Tumblepaw limping out of the apprentices' den and, in a moment of desperation, actually considered barking across to the grey tom. She quickly decided against it, however, as the poor wretch had a total of three functioning paws and even in her fragile state she would be able to outrun him in a matter of moments. She scowled and lashed her tail, turning away from the young tom and returning to her search.
Pain. That was what coursed through the white warrior's body as he rolled over onto his side, accidentally trapping his left forepaw underneath his bulk. Hissing, he wrenched his leg free and held his paw in front of his face, inspecting it as it throbbed with red agony. Of course he'd managed to get a thorn lodged in his pad, he scowled, lurching to a stand on three legs as he allowed his swollen forepaw to dangle above the ground. He shouldered his way almost angrily out of the warriors' den and set his sights on the medicine den, marching across the camp with pained determination glinting in his eyes. When he reached the den, he pushed his head through the entrance and immediately noticed Bramblepath, who had just returned, with a seemingly injured Fawnpaw and Whisppaw. "Sorry to disturb you, Bramblepath, but I was wondering if you had anything for the thorn in my pad?" He called out, his voice gruff, "I can get it out myself no trouble, so if you can just spare something for the pain then that'd be great."
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Post by Wildbriar on Mar 10, 2019 16:03:56 GMT -5
(Please tag me if anyone would like to rp and to get a quick response!)
Silverbrook padded out of the warriors’ den, her jaws gaping wide in a yawn as she stretched luxuriously. She had felt restless the night before and gone out hunting, coming back with three pieces of prey for the fresh-kill pile. Sparrowstar had allowed her to sleep in. Silverbrook licked a paw and smoothed her whiskers, glancing around the camp. Tumblepaw stood outside the apprentices’ den, looking disappointed, while Tawnybird was crouched by the elders’ den, looking annoyed. Silverbrook decided to avoid the red-and-white elder; she could never do anything right for the older cats. She headed for the fresh-kill pile and chose a mouse that looked like it had a little more than fur stuck to its bones. As she turned, her eyes roaming the clearing for a place to settle and enjoy her breakfast, she felt a laser gaze lock with her own. Stifling a sigh, the silver tabby called out pleasantly around the mouse in her teeth, “Good morning, Tawnybird! Have you eaten?” Cindersmoke stalked into camp, having just completed a border patrol with some of his Clanmates, who had chosen to hunt near the border. The dark gray tom wanted to see if anything needed being done in camp, however. The apprentice Tumblepaw caught his eye. The tom stood forlornly outside the apprentices’ den, Cindersmoke sighed. He resented how his Clanmates seemed to toss Tumblepaw around like he was a burr clinging to their pelts, each trying to shake him off so as not to be responsible. Sometimes he felt like he was the only one who believed in the apprentice. Though he longed to talk to Tumblepaw, to encourage him and show him that SparrowClan did in fact want have a need for him, he knew that he would probably only scare the young cat. Cindersmoke figured he had that effect on most kits and apprentices; he was a grizzled tom of formidable size with a gruff mew that must make him sound like he was always angry. All these thoughts ran through the dark gray tabby’s head as he stared at Tumblepaw, not really seeing him, though to any young bystander it would look like Cindersmoke was fixing to devour Tumblepaw for breakfast.
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Post by 𝑙𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟☆ on Mar 10, 2019 16:07:50 GMT -5
(( good morning krusty crew ))
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Post by 𝑙𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟☆ on Mar 10, 2019 16:24:51 GMT -5
(( lol ))
Lionpaw followed at Cindersmoke's heels, carrying a small songbird. He always felt his best when he was on patrol with his clanmates, having a tendency to get antsy in camp after too long. He glanced up at the party leader, noticing his intense gaze was fixated on his denmate Tumblepaw. Lionpaw was confused, even a bit worried, as to why he seemed to be staring thorns at the apprentice. "Everything OK, Cindersmoke..?" he asked hesitantly, not wanting to invoke the wrath of such a formidable warrior.
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Planning a 2-Clan RP and need Helpers!! Ask me if you're interested~
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Post by 𝑙𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟☆ on Mar 10, 2019 16:36:29 GMT -5
Lionpaw purred at the praise, flattered that such an esteemed warrior complimented him! He glanced around camp, scanning for his mentor. "Well, I was hoping to go train but, I can't seem to find Sootstripe..."
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Post by hollyfrost on Mar 10, 2019 16:46:23 GMT -5
"Trouble?" Fawnpaw replied, doing her best to feign a scandalized expression that was made much less convincing by the twinkle in her hazel eyes. "What makes you think a rule-abiding, young warrior-to-be like me would ever find herself in trouble?" Grateful for the chance to rest her aching paws—who knew that heaving herself around on three legs instead of four would be so exhausting?—she seated herself beside Whisppaw. "I had a run-in with a malicious hole in the ground," she teased. "That's all." Whisppaw looked at her with an amused flick of her whiskers. " oh just the fact that you find yourself in all sorts of trouble more often then not." She would lean down to take a look at her paw. " a hole huh, probably an old mouse hole or small animal den. Is it broken or just sprained?if it hurts I could get you a poppyseed to dull it a bit" she asked with curious look
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Post by owlspots on Mar 10, 2019 16:47:48 GMT -5
Tawnybird pricked her ears immediately at the sound of her name, having only half-expected Silverbrook to talk to her. "At least one of you young'uns has the decency to ask the poor old fleabags how they're doing," she huffed, stiffly rising to her paws. "You enjoy that mouse, wee one - don't worry about me. I've been waiting for someone to come along so I could go out and catch something myself; my bones might be old but I could still catch enough prey to feed this entire Clan and then some if I was given the day out." The scrawny elder stretched with a loud yawning sigh, and if Silverbrook heard the cracking of her stiff joints at least the young warrior was polite enough not to be obvious about it. "I don't suppose you'd consider taking fragile old me out for a stroll? If I have to sit in camp any longer listening to Nightheart drone on and on and on like a raving old badger I think I might take myself off to StarClan early." She trotted over to Silverbrook, head high and tail even higher, gritting her teeth against the chilly breeze.
Tumblepaw's pelt prickled with unease as he felt a watchful gaze on him, almost burning through his fur and into his flesh. He dared peek over his shoulder in the direction of his observer, and jumped slightly as his eyes met the extremely intimidating stare of Cindersmoke. Now, the large warrior was only a few moons older than he was, and as Tumblepaw was a rather tall apprentice he didn't have to look too far up at the grizzled tom, but in that moment Tumblepaw felt something akin to fear. Well, perhaps he was being dramatic, but he'd tensed so much he might have given himself a cramp in about seven different places. As he held Cindersmoke's gaze - more out of alarm than anything else - he noticed an almost far-away look in his eyes, as though he wasn't actually looking at Tumblepaw at all, but right through him. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Should I be worried? He shook his head, trying to ignore the incessant barrage of questions that hurled themselves to the forefront of his mind. "Uh, Cindersmoke?" The dark grey apprentice called out, deciding to test his luck. He then noticed Lionpaw trotting up behind the gruff warrior, and breathed a sigh of relief, now feeling comfortable enough to approach the pair.
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Post by 𝑙𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟☆ on Mar 10, 2019 16:54:37 GMT -5
(( brb, lunch ))
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Post by Wildbriar on Mar 10, 2019 17:01:44 GMT -5
Silverbrook gulped down the last of her mouse and nodded. “Sure, I guess I could take you out of the camp, if you’re up for the cold.” She figured that there wasn’t anything better to do at the moment, and knew that if she refused Tawnybird’s scolding would be sharp as the chilled wind that was slicing through her pelt, making her shiver and fluff up her fur.
Cindersmoke turned at Tumblepaw’s mew and saw that the apprentice was trotting toward him. The tom’s heart soared. All these moons, he had watched warily, wistfully, from a distance as these young cats grew up around him. Now, all of a sudden, on a random, chill leaf-bare day, it was all changing, or so he hoped. “Yes, what is it, young warrior?” he enquired.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 10, 2019 17:10:53 GMT -5
Tawnybird scoffed, lashing her tail. "Of course I can handle the cold, I've lived this long, haven't I?" She waited for Silverbrook to finish her meal, not taking her eyes off the young warrior as she observed her. When she had finished, the elder whirled around almost immediately. "The prey waits for nobody, young'un," she called over her shoulder, "but you're doing me a great favour, so I appreciate that."
Tumblepaw almost fell over at Cindersmoke's words, and if he'd had four working legs and never had to worry about balance i his life, he might have. He had addressed him as a warrior! He couldn't suppress the bubbling warmth and delight that began to build in his chest, and purred out loud for a moment before he caught himself, straightening immediately. "I-I was just wondering if there was something the matter," he finally found his voice and winced when it came out as a stutter, "you, uh-" he paused, "you kept staring at me so I thought there might've been something wrong. Do you need me for anything?" He was unable to keep the hope out of his voice as the last question escaped him.
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Planning a 2-Clan RP and need Helpers!! Ask me if you're interested~
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Post by 𝑙𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟☆ on Mar 10, 2019 17:29:02 GMT -5
Lionpaw looked from Tumblepaw, to Cindersmoke. He could tell the apprentice admired him, barely able to supress a purr. He figured this could be an opportunity for the both of them! "Why not bring Tumblepaw with us?" he offered with a friendly smile.
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Post by 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 on Mar 11, 2019 8:33:50 GMT -5
Mistyfur nodded at Larkfur's comment, not taking her eyes off the river. She saw out of the corner of her eye as he caught a fish of his own, but didn't move or even turn her head. Her stillness worked in her favor, as a moment later another fish was swimming past. In an almost effortless movement, she had the fish on the shore and a moment later it was dead.
Bramblepath glanced over at the white warrior's (no name provided) paw. He quickly noted the thorn sticking out, and turned to the herb stacks. "I absolutely have something for it. It's a miracle we haven had many injuries -at least, not serious ones- this season," he said, picking out several herbs. He glanced over at the two apprentices. "Could one of you fetch me some cobwebs?"
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Post by hollyfrost on Mar 11, 2019 9:14:26 GMT -5
Larkfur watched as she caught yet ano t her fish. He seemed happy at the prospects of being able to feed his clan well. " we should stop for today or we won't be able to carry it all home. A vole two birds and three fish that's quite a good hunt for this season. The elders and queens will be quite happy."
Whisppaw jumped to her paws at her mentors beckoning. " right away bramblepath" she bounded off to get some cobwebs. She came back in just as much of a rush but hobbling on three paws this time. Her one held over the ground covered in sticky cobwebs. Hurrying over to bramblepath and the warrior. She would look curiously at the warriors injured paw then to bramblepath" plenty of cobwebs!"
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Post by Jade on Mar 11, 2019 9:45:40 GMT -5
(Good morning, everyone! ^-^ Or afternoon, or like 2am, or...whatever time it is where you are)
Fawnpaw watched with wide, curious eyes as the pair of medicine cats rushed about her, this way and that, clearly falling into a familiar rhythm as they saw to Whiteclaw's injury. It was...impressive—that was the word. Impressive, in the way that they worked in tandem, wholly at ease as they picked through the piles of seemingly-indistinguishable herbs tucked neatly in their hollows and somehow found whatever they were looking for. Impressive, in the same way that the warriors—that she, someday, if she managed to keep herself from falling into any more holes—seemed perfectly practiced and assured. She glanced down at her sore paw sheepishly, feeling distinctly out-of-place, then peered inquisitively at the unfolding scene. With her nose for trouble—and questionable good sense—learning how to handle an unwelcome thorn might come in handy some day. "Hi, Whiteclaw," she chirped nervously, not wanting to disturb the medicine cats—or the senior warrior himself, for that matter. "How are you doing?"
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Post by owlspots on Mar 11, 2019 10:58:29 GMT -5
Tawnybird paused for a moment. "I think a walk to the closest border might do my old bones some good, we can hunt along the way," she decided, already moving on. She had noticed the warrior's obvious surprise at her gratitude, and stifled a rusty purr as she shook her head. "You must be surprised I haven't clawed off your pelt yet," the scrawny elder snorted, "don't worry, I'm not mean to everybody." She rather liked Silverbrook; the young she-cat was respectful, diligent and had served her Clan well since she finished her apprenticeship - she had all the makings of a good warrior. Distracted for only a moment, Tawnybird almost missed the distinct scent of prey, and her small head snapped around immediately in search of the source. "Do you smell it, young'un?" She asked, lowering herself down into a wobbly crouch. Her sense of smell when it came to hunting was rather lackluster after so many moons of being out of use, and she was having trouble discerning the animal beyond the undergrowth; it was definitely some kind of small rodent, no doubt.
Tumblepaw's eyes lit up with glee. "I'd love to!" He mrrowed excitedly, shifting his weight from one forepaw to the other. The young tom was so grateful that Cindersmoke had scared the living daylights out of him minutes ago, because if he hadn't then Tumblepaw might've been left in camp alone again. He glanced at Lionpaw, blinking warmly at the younger apprentice. "Thanks," he purred, giving him a friendly nudge. He straightened up and fluffed out his tail, looking back up at Cindersmoke. His whole body was warm, and his three good paws were tingling with delighted anticipation: he'd get to prove himself to Cindersmoke and Lionpaw, and then surely others would take notice and might decide he was useful after all! My leg can't get in the way, I won't let it, he told himself firmly.
Whiteclaw (sorry about that I thought I mentioned his name dkhfkdfjd) dipped his head to Bramblepath. "Thank you, I don't mean to trouble you with such a small injury," he mewed solemnly, already raising his pad to his mouth so he could clamp his teeth around the thorn. He grimaced as he got a grip on the spike and hissed through his teeth when he yanked it out - it had been wedged in rather deep from his rolling around the previous night. When he heard Fawnpaw address him, he turned to look at her in mild surprise; it wasn't often that apprentices spoke to him, they usually thought he was in a bad mood. "Aside from the obvious," he glanced sideways at the blood slowly trickling from his pad, "I'm quite alright. How about you, Fawnpaw? Has your mentor been treating you well? If I may ask, what happened to your leg?" He kept his tone as light as possible, although he was conscious that it probably still came out rather gruff. He certainly didn't want to frighten the young she-cat, he just wasn't that used to conversing with the apprentices as opposed to scolding them for misconduct.
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Post by Jade on Mar 11, 2019 11:02:02 GMT -5
(Morning here! Same to you, jade ! I have a question. I've found that two characters aren't enough for me so I'd like to add more. Should I just do so on the joining page? Thanks!) (Yep, that would be perfect ^-^ You (and anyone else who sees this and might be considering it) can add more characters on the joining page whenever you'd like, and I'll add them)
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Post by Jade on Mar 11, 2019 11:14:18 GMT -5
Fawnpaw swallowed the twinge of fear that began to squirm in her belly as Whiteclaw turned his attention to her. Bold and chatty as she was, she had never been one to shrink from exchanging conversation with any of her clanmates; even so, she couldn't help but feel the urge to shrink from the older tom's gaze. Still, his question had seemed kind enough— "I'm doing pretty well, too," she replied, the forced confidence in her voice soon giving way to a bit of genuine cheer; nothing lifted the young she-cat's spirits like the chance to good-nauredly lament her situation. "Or, I was until I had a little...mishap with some rough terrain this morning. Bumblepaw and I were out collecting herbs for Bramblepath," she added proudly—then twitched an ear sheepishly as her gaze trailed to her heavily-wrapped leg. "And I got a little bit too enthusiastic while we were running toward the next patch. Bramblepath said that it'll heal just fine after a few days of rest." If I can manage to keep myself cooped up in camp for that long without my mind turning to mush.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 11, 2019 11:30:18 GMT -5
Whiteclaw raised a non-existent brow, glancing at Fawnpaw's bandaged leg. "You ought to be more careful in future," he reminded her, but still tried to keep his voice mild rather than giving way to his usual stern tendencies. He raised his paw to his mouth so he could lap at the blood a little in an attempt to stop the incessant dripping before moving it away again, wincing at the metallic tang in his mouth. "Bramblepath is a good medicine cat, you'll be just fine. I'll make sure the other warriors are made aware so that no more apprentices get themselves hurt," he was forced to cut himself off with a yawn that suddenly seized him, and as it left he shook his head to right himself.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Mar 11, 2019 13:32:19 GMT -5
(I'm here!)
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Post by Jade on Mar 11, 2019 17:18:37 GMT -5
Fawnpaw dipped her head, accepting the gentle scolding with another embarassed twitch of her ears. "Oh, you can be sure that I'll watch where I'm putting my paws from now on," she promised, allowing a bit of wryness to seep into her tone. "A few days cooped up in camp, sorting herbs and seeing to the elders all day, might just be enough to finally get the point through my head. I don't know how Whisppaw does it—no offense," she added with a playful glance at her fellow apprentice. The young she-cat let a tentative glimmer of humor remain in her hazel eyes as she turned them back on Whiteclaw, as if suddenly remembering the tom's presence despite having directed her comments to him. Tending to stick with the other apprentices—who never chided her too harshly for her notoriously unfiltered speech—she wasn't well-versed in restraining herself to polite conversation with the older warriors. Still, she often touted the belief that weathering a scathing gaze or two was easier than learning to hold her tongue.
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Post by 𝑙𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟☆ on Mar 11, 2019 18:09:11 GMT -5
Lionpaw chuckled with a friendly grin, flicking Tumblepaw with his tail. "Glad you could join us," he purred, wanting to make his denmate feel welcome and wanted. He knew Tumblepaw experienced struggles that he wouldn't ever understand, but the best the young tom could do was be a good friend. "I saw the fattest squirrel of my life on yesterday's dusk patrol. Wanna see if we can find it?"
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