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Post by 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 on Mar 12, 2019 9:05:14 GMT -5
Bramblepath gathered up a mix of comfrey and marigold, figuring that that should be enough to pseed along the healing of Whiteclaw's would. He quickly chewed it up into a pulp and applied it to the warrior's paw. He then took the cobwebs from Whisppaw and wrapped it around the paw. He glanced over and Whisppaw "Thank you," he said before turning his attention back to the two injured cats. "Well, since both of you aren't going to be able to leave the camp for a day or two, you could keep each other occupied," he joked.
Mistyfur paused for a second to think, then nodded in agreement with Larkfur. "You're right, we've got enough. Lets gather what we left behind and start heading back to camp." As she spoke, she gathered up the three fish that were laying on the shore. She motioned with her tail for Larkfur to lead the way.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 12, 2019 12:01:37 GMT -5
Whiteclaw surprised himself as he snorted, shaking his head in amusement at the young cat's comment. He caught himself quickly and resumed his stony expression. "I have no doubt about it, perhaps a few days with Tawnybird and Nightheart might do you some good. It is an honour to serve the Clan, regardless of how boring or disgusting a chore might be," he spoke solemnly, yellow eyes staring blankly ahead, not really looking at anything, "Whisppaw chose an honourable path in becoming a medicine cat, and there is great reward in helping your Clanmates." He dipped his head again to Bramblepath as the medicine cat finished applying the cobwebs to his wound, setting his paw back down on the ground. "Perhaps," he rumbled as warmly as he could muster.
Tumblepaw felt like he was about to burst with glee; he kneaded the grass under his paws excitedly and nodded his head. "Absolutely! We'll definitely catch it if we do," he positively beamed. If they did hunt while out on patrol, Tumblepaw wanted to catch something really worthy of a SparrowClan warrior, so he could be the one to carry it back and so everybody would see it. I'd do anything to just prove myself to them, to prove that my leg won't stop me from being a warrior, he thought wistfully.
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Post by Jade on Mar 12, 2019 13:09:26 GMT -5
Fawnpaw felt the flicker of a smile cross her face at the unexpected warmth in Whiteclaw's tone. "You're right," she replied earnestly, dipping her head and averting her eyes in a gesture of rare solemnity. "There's nothing that I want more than to have the honor of doing good for my clan." The she-cat's words were true; no matter how much her constant stream of playful complaints might suggest otherwise, love for Sparrowclan ran down to Fawnpaw's very bones. Maybe being stuck fetching moss and prey for the queens and elders could be warriors' work after all. She paused for a moment as Bramblepath chimed in, considering both toms' words carefully. "Yes," she replied finally, lifting her head and cracking an easy grin at her three companions. "Herb-sorting can only keep a cat—or four of them—occupied for so long."
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𝑙𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟☆
Planning a 2-Clan RP and need Helpers!! Ask me if you're interested~
Pronouns: she / her / they
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Post by 𝑙𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟☆ on Mar 12, 2019 18:33:24 GMT -5
Lionpaw smiled at his younger denmate, pleased by Tumblepaw's enthusiasm. He knew he often felt down about himself and his abilities. Being able to share some optimism with him meant the world. "Alright then," he purred with approval, then turning to Cindersmoke. "We're ready whenever you are."
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Post by 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 on Mar 12, 2019 21:27:13 GMT -5
"You know what Fawnpaw, your absolutely right," Bramblepath said. "Herb sorting with four cats is a bit much. As such..." he said, letting his voice trail off as he turned to survey the three cantidates. His eyes roved over the two apprentices and the warrior, before he let a smile show on his face. "Who would be kind enough to take some mouse-bile over to the elders. I heard Nightheart complaining earlier, and I almost forgot about it when we went out for herb gathering. Despite Whisppaw's knowledge with herbs, I think its a good idea for me to stay here to help the sorting crew since I'm more experience. As such, one of you should take on the job."
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Post by owlspots on Mar 13, 2019 11:49:30 GMT -5
Tumblepaw purred, twitching the tip of his tail. He appreciated Lionpaw's friendship, and had always felt comfortable around the slightly older apprentice because Lionpaw had been kind to him even when some of their former denmates who were now warriors had not.
Eyes widening in surprise, Whiteclaw took a small step back; he could hardly remember the last time he'd been asked to take mouse-bile to the elders, and when he had done it had been an entirely different den full of entirely different elders. It had also been by another medicine cat, he recalled, eyes clouding over momentarily. It was surreal to think that so many cats he had known were no longer here, and that sooner or later he would be one of the elders to whom apprentices would begrudgingly bring mousebile for. He shook his head to clear it of such morbid thoughts as a shiver ran down his spine. "I suppose I'll take it, Fawnpaw can join me if she wishes," the white tom turned briefly to Fawnpaw as he offered.
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Post by Jade on Mar 13, 2019 19:38:26 GMT -5
“Might as well,” Fawnpaw chimed in with a shrug. “If this mess won’t slow you down too much.” She gestured distastefully at her bandaged paw, though the gentle gleam in her eyes was enough to show the shallowness of her apparent irritation. Anyway, hobbling all the way to the elders’ den would give her a chance to get more comfortable with her three-legged stride; she had nothing but time to practice, and the other apprentices would certainly be impressed if she ever managed to outpace them... Shaking herself from her thoughts, the young she-cat offered another nod of confirmation. She wrinkled her nose in anticipation of the unpleasant scent and shuffled closer to the exit. “I’m ready when you are, Whiteclaw.”
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Mar 13, 2019 20:54:13 GMT -5
(Hey Jade wanna RP? )
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Post by owlspots on Mar 14, 2019 2:36:13 GMT -5
Whiteclaw padded after Fawnpaw, taking care to hover a pace or so behind the young she-cat so he wouldn't pass her and risk knocking her off balance. His eyes were watering from the rancid smell of the mouse bile, but the elders' den was not far away and hopefully it wouldn't be so bad when they reached it.
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Post by 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 on Mar 14, 2019 9:15:43 GMT -5
Nightheart lounged in the elder's den. He let out a sigh as he thought-for the tenth time that day-about how boring it was to be an elder. Back when he was a warrior, he would at least have been physically able to go for a stroll through the territory, but now that was virtually impossible. Add the ticks on top of that, and it made for a most unpleasant combination.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 14, 2019 11:23:14 GMT -5
Whiteclaw reached the elders' den and poked his head through the entrance, glancing around for Nightheart or Tawnybird. Tawnybird was not there - she'd likely convinced some poor soul to take her out for a hunt or a walk around the borders - but Nightheart was lounging in his nest looking extremely bored. "Nightheart, we're here to help you with your ticks," he informed the elderly tom, stepping inside the den so that Fawnpaw could follow him in, "is Tawnybird out?"
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Post by hollyfrost on Mar 14, 2019 12:41:56 GMT -5
Whisppaw watched her mentor closely as he chewed up the two plants into a paste that he put on the thorn wound. Her eyes watching with eager attention wanting to learn as much as she could. Letting her mentor take the cobwebs before she would sit down. Watching as the warrior and the apprentice headed to the elders with mouse bile. She wrinkled her nose at the horrible smell before then going back to cleaning her face amd eyes. Her one eye seemed to be irritated with the cold air of leaf bare the season brought.
Larkfur nodded and headed back the way they had come tracing their path back. Lighting brown paws would scrable at the dirt. Cleaning it off of the two birds that her quickly took in his jaws. Heading for his vole once he had them. Once they were all gathered and no prey was laying about. He turned heading back to camp so they could feed their clan.
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Post by Jade on Mar 14, 2019 17:53:18 GMT -5
Fawnpaw shuffled into the den after Whiteclaw, doing her best to avoid trodding in any nests as she wove her way to the opposite end. "Hello," she called cheerily, waving her tail in greeting to Nightheart and almost tipping herself over in the process. Once she had righted herself, ears warm with embarassment, she settled down a few steps from the elderly tom and set down her collection of mouse bile at her paws. "How are you doing?"
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Post by 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 on Mar 14, 2019 22:05:57 GMT -5
Nightheart nodded, flicking his tail to the den floor next to him. "Tawnybird is out. I don't know where she is. You're help with the ticks is more then welcome, and someone to talk to is just as welcome to an elder bored out of his skull." He turned his head to look at Fawnpaw as she spoke. "I'm doing about as well as I can when I can't hunt and am riddled with ticks. I would ask you the same question, but one look at your paw answers it.
Bramblepath glanced over at Whisppaw and motioned towards the herb stacks. "I know there isn't much to sort, being leaf bare and all, so lets see how much you know. Name as many herbs as you know that their uses."
Mistyfur fell into pace behind Larkfur. She didn't say much as the two gathered their catches, but once they were on their way back to camp she tried to strike up a friendly conversation. "So, we haven't really talked a lot lately. Tell me how you've been," she said as she matched her pace to his. She carefully picked her way around a hole in her path and waited for the tom's response.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 15, 2019 2:24:47 GMT -5
Whiteclaw settled down on one side of the elder, motioning for Fawnpaw to sit on the other. "We've been told to remain in camp for a little while," he explained to the elder as he began to part the elderly tom's fur, "if you'd like some company." He was quick to find a rather large tick on Nightheart's shoulder and dabbed at it with a bile-covered paw, grimacing at the stench. He was rather concerned by the thought of Tawnybird being outside in such conditions, but he supposed she'd have a warrior with her. He sighed with relief when the tick he had been attacking loosened its grip and all but slid off Nightheart's shoulder, moving on to find the next one.
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Post by 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 on Mar 15, 2019 9:35:28 GMT -5
Nightheart shifted a bit to get more comfortable. "I'll try not to bore you with stories from the past," he sighed. He glanced around the den and smirked a little bit. "Although, those stories do tend to be a lot more interesting than anything I do these days. What I would give to be young enough to go on a patrol again." He turned his attention to Fawnpaw for a moment; "Fawnpaw, enjoy the routine border patrols while you can. If you think that is boring, you haven't seen boring yet," he commented, flicking his tail at the apprentice.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 15, 2019 10:14:04 GMT -5
Whiteclaw stifled a snort, dabbing at another tick he'd managed to locate. "I don't think I've heard your stories yet, Nightheart, it's been a long time since I was an apprentice," he mewed with a tone of amusement to his voice, "but I've heard from the little ones that your stories are far more interesting than Tawnybird's." He glanced up at Fawnpaw as Nightheart addressed the young she-cat and nodded his head solemnly in agreement with the elder. He himself likely only had another ten or so moons in him before he'd begin to feel the pain of age.
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Post by Jade on Mar 15, 2019 18:56:42 GMT -5
Fawnpaw beamed as both warriors turned their focus on her. "I don't know about that," she replied, her hazel eyes sparkling with humor. "Clearly you don't remember being dragged out of your nest at the crack of dawn with a bunch of grumpy warriors." Nevertheless, a thoughtful smile grazed her muzzle as she mirrored Whiteclaw's motions and began to comb carefully through Nightheart's dark fur. As much as she might complain, there was something thrilling about walking the borders at dawn, and the territory was beautiful when the sun was rising. "Yeah, tell us a story, Nightheart," she prompted, pulling herself from her thoughts. "Something exciting."
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Post by owlspots on Mar 16, 2019 4:57:18 GMT -5
Whiteclaw didn't bother to stifle his snort of wry amusement this time. "You'd be quite surprised what we can remember even in our old age," he exchanged a knowing glance with Nightheart, "I for one remember my very first dawn patrol. My mentor Stonepelt pushed me into a stream because I kept dragging my paws. The water was shallow, but it was freezing cold, and I shivered all the way around the territory. The medicine cat confined me to camp for three days," he recalled, a far-away look in his eyes.
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Post by Jade on Mar 16, 2019 13:22:26 GMT -5
Fawnpaw burst out laughing at Whiteclaw's comment, doing her best to imagine the gruff, formidable warrior as a scrawny apprentice, soaked to the skin and trembling with cold. It wasn't an easy picture to call to mind. "Well, that really puts my complaints in perspective," she chuckled, seizing the opportunity to drop the bile-soaked moss currently hooked in her claws and gulp down a bit of fresh air. "At least all of the times that I've ended up in the river during patrols, I only had myself to blame."
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Post by owlspots on Mar 16, 2019 14:04:41 GMT -5
Whiteclaw huffed as Fawnpaw burst into laughter, holding his chin high. "It certainly wasn't funny at the time!" He insisted, but he was struggling to stop himself from purring, "I was sneezing so loudly the rest of the Clan probably heard me back in camp." He shook his head, lowering his gaze to hide his smile, and went back to pushing his way through Nightheart's fur. "I was scared of Stonepelt for about a moon after I was allowed out of camp again - I was terrified he'd push me in whenever we passed even the smallest bit of water, so I bounced around nonstop to show him that I wasn't tired. But then, when I was a little older, he fell in the same stream trying to prove he was the only SparrowClan cat who could fish, and I wasn't so scared anymore."
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Post by 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 on Mar 16, 2019 19:31:05 GMT -5
Nightheart smiled at Whiteclaw as he spoke. He quietly listened to the story, and laughed a little when when warrior mentioned his mentor falling in the stream. "Well, clearly Stonepelt was before Mistyfur's time, because she would have shown him how to fish properly. That is one cat who knows hof to fish," he purred, his eyes lighting up as memories rushed through his mind. "Of course, excelent fishers aside, I can relate to getting pushed into the river at the crack of dawn. When I was an apprentice, Blizzardstar decided that I wasn't awake enough and pushed me into the pond. Ever since I made a habit of waking up before the dawn patrol so that it wouldn't happen again. Still do in fact."
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Post by Jade on Mar 17, 2019 11:05:18 GMT -5
"Great Starclan!" Fawnpaw laughed, glancing wide-eyed between her two companions. Something akin to admiration gleamed in her gaze. "Punishing poor apprentices for appreciating a good night's sleep! Monstrous! I guess I'm glad that the tradition fizzled out, or else I'd be half-fish by now," she added, stifling the yawn that rose in her throat as if in confirmation of her claim as she set about her work again. "I am starting to feel a little left out though," she teased. "I might have to make a visit to the river soon."
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Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Mar 17, 2019 18:03:11 GMT -5
(So sorry, 𝑙𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟☆ and owlspots . I forgot abt our rp! Found a way to remind myself, tho, so hopefully no worries for future!)
Cindersmoke purred at the young cats’ enthusiasm. “All right, then. Let’s go!” Tail held high, he led the apprentices out of camp. “I think we’ll hunt in the forest today,” he announced, turning to look at Tumblepaw and Lionpaw. “How does that sound?”
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Post by 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 on Mar 17, 2019 19:26:15 GMT -5
"Please don't. The last thing Bramblepath needs is a cat with both an injured paw and whitecough," Nightheart joked.
(Sorry for short reply.)
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𝑙𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟☆
Planning a 2-Clan RP and need Helpers!! Ask me if you're interested~
Pronouns: she / her / they
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Post by 𝑙𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟☆ on Mar 17, 2019 20:12:49 GMT -5
Lionpaw nodded to the elder warrior, glancing back at Tumblepaw to catch his reaction. While he was mostly pleased with whatever Cindersmoke would have suggested, he wanted to be sure Tumblepaw was comfortable. "I think that sounds great," the apprentice replied with a curt nod.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 18, 2019 12:17:53 GMT -5
Tumblepaw nodded rather apprehensively, his ears semi-flattening at the thought of hunting with his lame leg. He wasn't atrocious at hunting, but he had a lot of trouble pouncing, and sneaking was relatively difficult on three legs. "Yeah," he agreed, casting a quick glance at Lionpaw, "that sounds great!" He raised his head in an attempt to look more enthusiastic than he was; he was more than a little nervous about messing up or embarrassing himself in front of his older Clanmates, but he trusted Lionpaw not to laugh at him, and hopefully he could place his faith in Cindersmoke to the same extent.
Whiteclaw purred, a deep rumble in the pit of his chest. "Yes, Stonepelt would've learned a lot from Mistyfur," he chuckled, "I suppose the tradition died out not long after my apprenticeship was over." It felt nice, Whiteclaw realised, to be more comfortable around his Clanmates than he was used to. He would often get reminded of his stiff upper lip, or chastised for his cold demeanor because it frightened the little ones and made some of the other warriors uncomfortable. This is nice. "I don't think he quite made it to the elders' den," the white tom recalled, "but I bet he's finally learned how to fish by now." Remembering his early days was pleasant, and even though many of the cats he knew weren't here today, he was not saddened by the thought of them. He laughed again at Fawnpaw's statement and swatted the young she-cat's shoulder jokingly with his tail. "Nightheart's right, you might be confined to camp for the rest of your apprenticeship if you go and take a swim in this condition," he scolded lightly, no bite to his voice, "there'll be plenty of time for jumping in the river when you're better."
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Post by 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 on Mar 18, 2019 18:26:34 GMT -5
Nightheart smiled. "I'm sure he has. I'm sure he has..." His voice trailed off as he recalled the cats of his old clan. He wondered how many of them were left. He shook off the thoughts and returned to the conversation. He nodded his head at Whiteclaw's comment about how Fawnpaw would be confined to camp for the rest of her apprentieship. "Actually, Bramblepath might actually do that if you jumped in the river. He might not be the sourest cat in camp, but he doesn't appreciate anyone who purposely makes more work for him for no apparent reason."
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Post by Jade on Mar 19, 2019 8:27:58 GMT -5
Fawnpaw smirked and dipped her head, accepting the gentle chiding with sparkling eyes. "I guess you're right," she replied. "At least for now. But just you wait—when the weather gets a little bit warmer, half of the clan will be flocking down to the river. I'd like to see you try to stop me then!" She added with a laugh. The young she-cat sat back on her haunches, shaking scraps of green from her claws as she discarded the clump of moss that she had been working with and snagged a new one from the small collection at her paws. She stretched her neck toward the entrance of the den and watched a few leaves skitter by in a strong breeze. "Yet another reason that greenleaf can't get here soon enough," she commented, fluffing the fur along her back against an imaginary chill. "I miss the heat!"
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Post by owlspots on Mar 19, 2019 11:07:51 GMT -5
"Don't you worry," Whiteclaw rasped, trying not to gag as the smell of mousebile hit his nose when he reached for another scrap of moss, "I won't even be lifting a claw to stop you in greenleaf." The breeze outside caught his haunches and he shivered, fluffing out his white pelt. "Yes, everything is much nicer in greenleaf. There'll be more prey too, and lots more kits ready to start training. The Clan should thrive." After a few more minutes of searching, Whiteclaw was unable to find any more ticks on the side of Nightheart's pelt closest to him, and he settled back on his haunches with a sigh of relief. "It looks like they're all gone, Nightheart," he informed the elder, "I'll go wash this stuff off my paws; I'll be back shortly. We've yet to hear one of your famous stories!" The white tom jested over his shoulder as he headed out of the den in search of a puddle.
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