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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 17, 2019 11:53:35 GMT -5
Willowthorn felt a sudden spark of admiration for the apprentice to stand up to a warrior. She’ll make a fine warrior for sure, she thought to herself.
“It is wise of you to take it into your own paws for your resources.” The she cat went on. “But it is not acceptable for a warrior to abandon their apprentice.” She added with a small growl. Although she wanted to find Mistyfur herself and claw the mentors ears off for lack of duty to her apprentice, she knew it wasn’t her place but Willowthorn would definitely hint at it when she saw Mistyfur next.
Willowthorn looked back down at Jadepaw with a slight purr. “If you ever need someone to teach you fighting moves, I can show you how to move like mist in the woods in battle.” Willowthorn began to pad away, flashing one glance over her shoulder at Jadepaw. She knew the apprentice my not entirely like her, Willowthorn was a bit difficult to like at time. “Only if you want” she added.
The grey she-cat padded away down toward the river for a bit of fishing.
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Post by spαcє on Jul 17, 2019 13:19:34 GMT -5
Featherspark smiled appreciatively, then dipped her head in understanding. "For what it's worth, I think you'd be a wonderful mentor," she purred. It was true; she could hardly imagine a better guide for a young spirit than the calm tom. Nonetheless, shaping troublesome kits into noble warriors wasn't a task fit for everyone, and there were certainly plenty of moments in which the rewards hardly seemed to be worth the mental strain. "With my first apprentice—though I've only ever had one—I'm fairly certain that I spent just as much time learning as she ever did. It really shone a light on all of the things that I'd never quite mastered myself. And I was never good at inflicting punishment, so I probably let her get away with much more than I should have." She let out a purr half to herself as memories of younger self bumbling her way through countless lessons floated through her mind. "I ended up enjoying it—maybe even more than my warrior duties—but I never was the best at hunting or fighting, so that might well have something to do with it," she commented, her whiskers twitching slightly with self-deprecating amusement. "The clan needs all of us to keep it thriving—teachers and warriors alike." The tom dipped his head respectfully and gave Featherspark a weak smile, upon her praise. “I appreciate you saying so. But, yes, we definitely must all have some dedication to the clan, and we should do said skill to the best of our abilities, or else the clan will falter and fall. My mother used to tell me stories about encounters she had with loners, who all once belonged to a clan, but they eventually split because they could no longer sustain or continue thriving as a larger group. They were still quite skilled, whenever one rarely crossed paths with them, but, it was sad to see these groups of highly trained and experienced cats forced apart, simply because they couldn’t attain any sort of tolerance for one another… Though, what may be even more unfortunate is that the majority of the group understood and cared about one-another, but it was the cats who didn’t that splintered and eventually tore the clan apart.” He paused and shook his head, as his mind recovered from the rather ghastly tales his mother used to tell him about the unfortunate loners, and he was shocked and appalled by the own words coming out of his mouth. Once his mind had caught-up with him, once more, he continued, “But, that’s exactly why it’s so great that our clan has excellent mentors - we can ensure that even the younglings are able to feel comfortable in our clan, before they become full-fledged warriors.” Passion blazed brightly in his green-eyes, as the last words left his mew, but eventually gave way to serenity, as Mooncloud’s poise and the surroundings got the best of him, and he added in his gentle tone, “Nevertheless, I’m sure the clan and your former-apprentice are grateful for the lessons and tactics that you taught her.” His mew trailed off and he hesitated as curiosity returned to his conscious, and he gently pressed, “Are you still able to catch-up with your apprentice?”
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 17, 2019 22:36:38 GMT -5
Onkódis let out a sigh and laid her fluffy tail over the apprentice's shoulders. "You were very brace to stand up to Willowthorn like that." He smiled softly before clearing his throat and stepping away, the touch having caused his heart to beat slightly faster. "Now, let's get back to hunting shall we? Or would you like to take what we have and return to camp?"
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Post by Jade on Jul 18, 2019 8:19:55 GMT -5
“Let’s keep hunting for a little bit longer,” Jadepaw replied, shaking her head firmly to clear the smoke of distraction filling her mind. Her eyes lingered on the place where Willowthorn has disappeared into the trees, her heart still thundering in her chest with the thrill of having challenged a warrior—and coming out unscathed! Her limbs felt jittery, pleasantly full of energy. “I want to try out those tips that you have me once before we go.”
A shadow of grief and surprise fell across Featherspark’s face as she took in Mooncloud’s harrowing tale. “That’s so horrible!” She breathed, shaking her head half in disbelief. Though it pained her to believe it, she knew that Mooncloud had no reason to speak falsely. Discomfort roiled in her belly; having spent every moment of her life as a member of her clan—and a deeply social soul by nature—she could identify none of the joys of a solitary life. To her, the notion spelled only the loss of the communal warmth that came with belonging somewhere. “But you’re right; what we have in Sparrowclan is precious, and it shouldn’t be taken for granted.” Tucking away the reminder in her heart, the silver she-cat shook her head and steered her mind back to more pleasant topics of conversation. “I talk to her from time to time,” she replied with a purr, “When I manage to catch her at a quiet moment. The young warriors always seem to get the brunt of the early patrol duties. It’s always nice to say hello when I see her,” she added, whiskers twitching slightly. “She’s become quite a wonderful warrior—no thanks to me, of course. She’s a better tracker than I could ever be—but I like to think that I set her off in the right direction.”
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 18, 2019 10:24:26 GMT -5
(Does anyone want to interact with Willowthorn? Or should I stir the pot and make her stumble into mistyfur where she kinda passively aggressively hints that she is neglecting her apprentice?)
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Post by spαcє on Jul 18, 2019 12:38:30 GMT -5
A shadow of grief and surprise fell across Featherspark’s face as she took in Mooncloud’s harrowing tale. “That’s so horrible!” She breathed, shaking her head half in disbelief. Though it pained her to believe it, she knew that Mooncloud had no reason to speak falsely. Discomfort roiled in her belly; having spent every moment of her life as a member of her clan—and a deeply social soul by nature—she could identify none of the joys of a solitary life. To her, the notion spelled only the loss of the communal warmth that came with belonging somewhere. “But you’re right; what we have in Sparrowclan is precious, and it shouldn’t be taken for granted.” Tucking away the reminder in her heart, the silver she-cat shook her head and steered her mind back to more pleasant topics of conversation. “I talk to her from time to time,” she replied with a purr, “When I manage to catch her at a quiet moment. The young warriors always seem to get the brunt of the early patrol duties. It’s always nice to say hello when I see her,” she added, whiskers twitching slightly. “She’s become quite a wonderful warrior—no thanks to me, of course. She’s a better tracker than I could ever be—but I like to think that I set her off in the right direction.” Mooncloud let his tail run through Featherspark’s flank reassuringly, as he spoke, “I am sure you contributed to her success in one way or another. My mother would actually applaud you for your effort, since she relies and believes that the sole goal of a mentor or teacher is to simply set the mentee on the right path and let them grow and discover their power, on their own and in their own way. In fact, she would be quite irate to hear anything else. She was very loving and very kind, but if you crossed her and her family, or conflicted with her deepest believes, she would become so aggressive and…” His mew trailed off and the very same fear and surprise that was in his mind moments ago, began to creep back in. “I never saw her reach any level of that - admittedly, she may have done her best to hide it from me - but my father used to tell me of how she became the complete opposite of her normal calm and loving self, and turned into a a cat set upon making her will and opinion known. But… I think her strong capacity to love is what set her upon the teaching style she uses. She never truly wants to hurt or greatly influence anyone, and she would prefer to simply let them figure out their own path, once they have the core knowledge that they need to thrive and create the adventure of their choosing.” He paused to catch his breath and to distill the conflict that had suddenly appeared in his conscious. The negative emotions that tried to, and to some extend, succeeded in penetrating his mind started to disappear one-by-one, as the surroundings brought the tom back to reality and coerced him back into his calm-self. He gently shook his head and let his tail fail back behind him. The tom turned his gentle gaze back towards the she-cat, curiosity very visible in his eyes once again, as he finished, “Nonetheless, I’m glad you are able to catch-up and keep in touch with one-another and to hear that our clan-spirit is still thriving. When did they she get the honor of a warrior’s name?”
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 18, 2019 22:05:05 GMT -5
Onkódis nodded and began to lead the way deeper into the brush, listening and scenting for any signs of prey or danger. For being so large, the tom could be especially sneaky and quiet, something he learned over many moons of practice. "Do you smell anything yet Jadepaw?"
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Post by Jade on Jul 19, 2019 8:58:58 GMT -5
(Does anyone want to interact with Willowthorn? Or should I stir the pot and make her stumble into mistyfur where she kinda passively aggressively hints that she is neglecting her apprentice?) (Ooh, that would be interesting! I vote for having her run into Mistyfur and Sootstripe! Poor Misty can't catch a break x3)
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Post by Jade on Jul 19, 2019 10:16:15 GMT -5
"Oh, it was moons ago now," Featherspark replied. Though still warm, her voice held a slight distance, as her mind was still caught on Mooncloud's description of his mother. Should she push any further? She surely knew better than anyone that some subjects were better left undiscussed, at least for a time. Nonetheless, the love in his voice had been clea—conflicted as it may have been by a stew of other emotions. It was never easy to re-assess the past—especially one that could never be returned to. "She had her ceremony just before leafbare set in; the poor thing must have spent her first real patrols as a warrior stomping through the snow!" She chuckled softly, drawing courage from the lightness of the memory as her mind wandered back to Mooncloud's comments once again. "Your mother sounds like she was a wonderful cat," she remarked slowly, choosing each word carefully so as not to push too hard. She sought only to open up a door for Mooncloud to say whatever and however much—or little—he wished to. "I would have loved to meet her—especially now that I have Fishkit and Rabbitkit to contend with. I've never heard what it was, in the end, that drew you to join us in Sparrowclan." If he brushed off the question, she vowed not to push—but she never had been overly adept at keeping her curiosity to herself.
Jadepaw raised her muzzle to the air once again, falling more easily this time into the rhythm of tracking. She closed her eyes and quickly picked out the scent of a sparrow; with a twitch of her ears, she confirmed the trail by the twitter of birdsong ringing out through the branches. "I've got something!" She purred triumphantly, glancing to Onkódis for confirmation. She twitched her tail toward a large bush just barely visible past the nearby tree trunks. "I'd guess that it's in there...what do you think?"
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Post by Jade on Jul 19, 2019 10:16:26 GMT -5
(Also, we've gained and lost so many members over the years that I honestly can't remember who Featherspark mentored (oops x3)...I can totally make it one of mine, but is there any chance that someone wants to volunteer a young-ish character to be her former apprentice? ^-^)
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Post by 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 on Jul 19, 2019 10:51:32 GMT -5
(Poor Misty xD. A little drama never hurt. Also, sorry for not showing up recently. I've been... Preoccupied.) Mistyfur purred as Sootstripe withdrew. She settled down on the edge of the water, watching the fish slowly swim past. Over the next few minutes, she lazily flicked a few fish out and killed them without a lot of effort. She glanced back at Sootstripe and chuckled a little when she saw him lying on the rock behind her. She liked how despite his adventurous nature, he was always more than willing to just relax (an activity she had difficulty partaking in) when the occasion arrives.
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 19, 2019 17:07:21 GMT -5
Onkódis scented the air, his tail moving slowly behind him as his eyes gazed over toward the bush the apprentice had pointed out. "I smell it too. Go ahead and try to find it, then use the tips I gave you this time when you go in for the kill. I'll watch from the trees so I'm out of the way." The tom jumped up the nearest tree and moved into the branches.
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Post by spαcє on Jul 19, 2019 18:48:57 GMT -5
"Oh, it was moons ago now," Featherspark replied. Though still warm, her voice held a slight distance, as her mind was still caught on Mooncloud's description of his mother. Should she push any further? She surely knew better than anyone that some subjects were better left undiscussed, at least for a time. Nonetheless, the love in his voice had been clea—conflicted as it may have been by a stew of other emotions. It was never easy to re-assess the past—especially one that could never be returned to. "She had her ceremony just before leafbare set in; the poor thing must have spent her first real patrols as a warrior stomping through the snow!" She chuckled softly, drawing courage from the lightness of the memory as her mind wandered back to Mooncloud's comments once again. "Your mother sounds like she was a wonderful cat," she remarked slowly, choosing each word carefully so as not to push too hard. She sought only to open up a door for Mooncloud to say whatever and however much—or little—he wished to. "I would have loved to meet her—especially now that I have Fishkit and Rabbitkit to contend with. I've never heard what it was, in the end, that drew you to join us in Sparrowclan." If he brushed off the question, she vowed not to push—but she never had been overly adept at keeping her curiosity to herself. (Feel-free to, if you would like. I could, also, if no one else would be interested.) Mooncloud nodded in appreciation and a smile creased his face, as he recalled the night he was given his warrior name. “That must have been unfortunate, indeed. I would’ve rather received my warrior’s name in Newleaf so the full warmth and beauty of our territory would be available and could be extended into Greenleaf. But, I received mine during Leaf-fall, so I can sympathize with her situation.” He paused and closed his eyes, for a moment to collect his thoughts, and let his surroundings and breath keep him grounded, yet also let them serve as stepping-grounds for him to plunge into the past. “She was, indeed... As to what drove me here, that was actually the suggestion of both my father and my mother. They both told me of the joyful time they were able to spend alone, with only themselves to care for, and how they could roam and bask in the beauty and adventure of the wilderness. Unfortunately, they also warned me of the hardships it would take to survive with only three cats, and how there was no dedicated or well-respected place to call our-own. My mother, in particular, informed me of how clans were much more able to defend their territory, how needs and health could be very well cared for, and the wider support one would receive. In the end, I decided that while I would have loved to replicate the lives of my parents, the risks of living as a loner may just not be worth it.” He opened his eyes once more, and he directed his shimmering eyes and gentle smile, towards she she-cat, before he continued, “I would’ve loved to meet your apprentice, as well, and I’m sure my mother would have been overjoyed to meet your kits. Speaking of which, if I may, do you remember anything of note, about your parents?”
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Post by Jade on Jul 21, 2019 8:01:21 GMT -5
(No worries, Bramble! ^-^ And Fawnhearts feel free to throw Willowthorn in at any time!) "You make it look so easy!" Sootstripe called, propping himself upright with his forepaws. The wamrth of the rock on which he lay lulled his words to a contented purr—but his usual note of humor still rang out beneath it. "You never told me how you learned to hunt the way that you do," he added, teasing. "Was your mentor the clan's greatest hunter as well, or is it just a natural talent?" Jadepaw nodded gratefully to Onkódis, settling the eager nerves in her belly as she focused in on the bush ahead. She crept toward it slowly, her gaze scanning the leaves until it finally fell on a flutter of movement near the base. Perfect! Careful to keep her tail upright to lend her balance, she inched herself nearer, paws moving with near-silence across the forest floor.When she was close enough to pounce, she paused—swiftly checking her surroundings for any obstacles determined to trip her up—then leaped. Her claws brushed feathers, and she leaned forward quickly to finish off the catch—a clean kill. Featherspark felt herself relax viscerally at Mooncloud's calm response to her rather prying questions. The last thing that she intended was to derail this powerful conversation with her own inability to reign in her curiosity. And his answer was intruiging; as much as she adored life within the clan, she'd never met a loner who had been drawn to join by interest rather than grievous circumstance—not that foreign additions to the clan were paricularly common, anyway. Nonetheless—"Well, Sparrowclan is lucky to have you," she purred. I'm glad that you're here. "And as far as my parents—" She smiled warmly, lighting up once again at the mention of family. She had been lucky in that respect, at least; her familial past was relatively unmarred by tragedy. "It's not difficult at all to remember my mother; Sparrowstar might well outlive me and Firestrike. Still, leadership keeps her busy these days. She was still deputy when I was born, so I was lucky to have her around for the moons when I needed her most..." She let her voice trail off as those contented memories of kithood washed ovr her, one by one. "As as for my father—I never met him. Or, maybe I have, but I don't know who he is. My mother never told us."
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 21, 2019 14:38:33 GMT -5
Onkódis watched the she-cat as she moved, taking note of each piece of advice she put to use. He moved through the branches to stay with her, following her movements. Her catch was clean and swift, the tom letting out a purr as he jumped down from the tree and padded up to her. "That was a lot better. Very clean and the bird didn't have time to call out, which mean the other prey would not have fled. Very good."
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 21, 2019 16:42:41 GMT -5
((Hey guys sorry I was gone camping all weekend I’m back!!
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 21, 2019 16:46:49 GMT -5
At that question the grey she cat pushed her way through the undergrowth towards the river, down at the bank she spotted Sootstripe, and well well well guess who else. Mustyfur.
“Her other talent seems to be letting other warriors mentor her apprentice” the older she cat growled slightly as she trotted closer to the river bank.
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Post by 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 on Jul 21, 2019 19:43:32 GMT -5
As Mistyfur was about to respond, Willowthorn made her appearance. She turned to look at the other warrior, noting the slight aggression edged in her voice. "And what has your tail in a knot?" Mistyfur asked calmly, both curious and defensive, although she let neither of those show in her voice. She glanced over at Sootstripe for a split second before returning her gaze to the approaching she-cat.
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 21, 2019 21:37:22 GMT -5
Willowthorn felt her pelt slightly bristle at Mistyfur’s remark, letting her hair lie flat, she slinked closer to the rivers edge. “I just thought for you to have an apprentice as talented as Jadepaw, you’d be putting your time an energy into building her into a warrior the clan will be proud of.” The speckled grey cat flicked her tail against Mistyfurs cheek and sat a couple tail lengths away from Sootstripe. “Not letting the whole clan baby sit her so you can splash around with your love interest like a love struck kit.”
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Post by spαcє on Jul 21, 2019 21:47:22 GMT -5
Featherspark felt herself relax viscerally at Mooncloud's calm response to her rather prying questions. The last thing that she intended was to derail this powerful conversation with her own inability to reign in her curiosity. And his answer was intruiging; as much as she adored life within the clan, she'd never met a loner who had been drawn to join by interest rather than grievous circumstance—not that foreign additions to the clan were paricularly common, anyway. Nonetheless—"Well, Sparrowclan is lucky to have you," she purred. I'm glad that you're here. "And as far as my parents—" She smiled warmly, lighting up once again at the mention of family. She had been lucky in that respect, at least; her familial past was relatively unmarred by tragedy. "It's not difficult at all to remember my mother; Sparrowstar might well outlive me and Firestrike. Still, leadership keeps her busy these days. She was still deputy when I was born, so I was lucky to have her around for the moons when I needed her most..." She let her voice trail off as those contented memories of kithood washed ovr her, one by one. "As as for my father—I never met him. Or, maybe I have, but I don't know who he is. My mother never told us." The tom dipped his head in appreciation and ran his tail down her spine, in an attempt to ensure she didn’t drift off too far towards the past, where more painful memories may lie. “Sparrowstar is as caring as they come, I’m sure she has good reasons and intentions in keeping that to herself. But, I’m sorry to hear that, though, if I may, I think you all have handled that circumstance well. My father was also rather… private.” A slight sigh slipped out of the tom’s meow, re-calling the vast and rather disquieting difference between his mother’s open-self and his father’s withdrawn and hidden history. His eyes showed simmers of sympathy, as he re-directed his gaze backwards Featherspark and hesitated, before shaking his head and pressing on. “I won’t pretend to know anything you have gone through, having not known your own, but if it's of any help, I can empathize with your situation.” He gently shook his black-pelt and his right eye caught the slightest bit of the camp's entrance. He quietly muttered something unintelligible to himself, before turning his gaze back towards the queen and gently pressing, “As comforting as this conversation has been and I truly hate to diverge it, but, perhaps we should check on your kits? If you’d be up for it, we can continue right-after, and go on a hunting patrol?”
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Post by Jade on Jul 22, 2019 7:24:58 GMT -5
Jadepaw felt her heart balloon at Onkódis' praise and her own success. She let out a purr—half-muffled by the sparrow in her jaws—and turned to her companion, dropping the catch between them. "Thank you!" Laughing quietly to herself, she spit out the last few feathers that had lodged themselves stubbornly in her mouth. "Your advice really helped. How long did it take you to learn to hunt so silently?"
Sootstripe's eyes widened at Willowthorn's brazen words—and, before he knew it, he felt the dark fur rise along his spine. He gathered his paws under him and stood, rising up to his full height as he closed the distance between himself and the pair of she-cats. "Mistyfur is the best mentor in this clan," he growled. Though he knew that Mistyfur was more than capable of defending herself, something deep in his belly grated at Willowthorn's challenge. "You've caught her at the one moment in ages when she hasn't been working her tail off to keep Sparrowclan thriving—so why don't you keep your nose out of your clanmates' business and try serving the clan yourself."
"Of course," Featherspark purred, letting her eyes fall closed for just a moment as she savored Mooncloud's kind words. "But, if you do decide to settle down for the next bit of the day, I understand; Starclan knows that I've kept you from your morning for long enough." She chuckled slightly, guilt lacing the sound, even as she mentally began to map out the best spots for a mid-day hunt. She quickened her pace, filled with a sudden eagerness to see her little ones. "Come—I'm sure that Fishkit and Rabbitkit would love to say hello. If you're interested, of course—" She added over her shoulder as she slipped into camp and began searching for her kits. She caught sight of them soon enough, mercifully safe aside from their rather-rough tusseling outside of the nursery. Her chest flooding with warmth, she glanced back at Mooncloud again to wait for her companion to reach her side again.
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 22, 2019 15:17:32 GMT -5
I’m (( I’m going to make a little plot as to why Willowthorn is so defensive about Jadepaw being alone, I’m going to make is so her own apprentice had passed because Willowthorn left them unattended for a moment and they died at the claws of rogues, I mean I do want Willowthorn to be a bit of a pain but not a total A-hole))
Willowthorn half purred to herself as Sootstripe rose to defend his love like a warrior in battle. How amusing, she thought to herself silently. “Oh I’m not doubting her abilities as a mentor, I know very well what Mistyfur is capable of.” There was a bit of a spit in her sentence. The grey warrior flattened her ears and with her tail slightly nudged Sootstripe out of her way, the odor of chivalrous testosterone was making her nose wrinkle. “Every second Mistyfur neglects to give to her apprentice, is a second wasted on service to sparrowclan!” Willowthorn snorted her tail was lashing but emotion rose in her throat, swallowing she shoved the desperation down. “Our clan doesn’t have ages to spare.” She snapped at Sootstripe.
With one last glare she looked at Mistyfur biting her tongue from one last remark, before stalking down the river to catch some fish.
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Post by 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 on Jul 22, 2019 17:28:20 GMT -5
(Makes sense. Adding that sort of thing also adds a lot of flavor to a character and generally makes them more interesting.) Mistyfur let out a huge sigh as Willowthorn stalked off. She flicked her tail towards Sootstripe to signal him to settle down. "It's fine, let it go. She does have a few good observations, although they could be worded less agressively," despite what she said, she was having mixed feelings about the encounter. She was immensly happy that Sootstripe stood up for her, but was genuinly hurt by what Willowthorn said. Despite her feelings, she put on a small smile and decided to brush off the situation as if she didn't really care. "Honestly though, if she really wanted to insult someone, she should take lessons from my sister. Sometimes I feel like she could physically hurt someone if they spoke to her for to long."
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 22, 2019 18:04:10 GMT -5
Onkódis smiled softly at the she-cat, laying his tail over the other's shoulder. "I'm glad to have helped you with your hunting. Now let's get our prey and head back to camp, I have some positive notes for Mistyfur once I find her." He chuckled lightly and began to head back to where they buried their other prey.
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 23, 2019 0:17:06 GMT -5
(( I just wrote a Willowthorn flash back, gently warning, it’s a little long but feel free to skim it))
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 23, 2019 0:19:37 GMT -5
Willowthorn strode along the river, not stopping until the two warriors were nothing but silhouettes in the distance. Stupid fur balls, the She-cat thought as her teeth clenched and a small growl rolled in her throat. “They don’t get it.” The sound of the riveting roaring by began to drown out the sound of birdsong and whispering trees. Willowthorn’s ear strained against the loud noise as she padded closer to the river bank. Her amber eyes peered deep into the water, she stood their motionless for a few seconds staring at her own reflection. An angry looking cat stared back at Willowthorn, neck fur bristled in frustration and a tail lashing barely visible through the rippling waves. Willowthorn let out a long soft sigh. “Sootstripe was right, I shouldn’t have been so fox tongued.” Willowthorn felt her belly churn with sadness. She tucked her paws under her and sat down on the side of the bank, still peering into the water. Nothing could drown out her thoughts not even the water. As the thoughts raced around a memory began to declare its presence in her mind. “Look Willowthorn! I caught it.” The squeal of an excited apprentice bellowed through her mind louder than the crack of thunder. A young dark brown tabby tom stood proudly, his fur wet and sticking up in all directions making him look like a porcupine but his green eyes shone with pride and in his jaws wriggled a trout. His mentor let out a loud purr her tail curling above her as she watched with proud eyes. “You sure did.” The grey she-cat laughed at loud bounding toward the apprentice. “You’re going to shape up to be the finest fisher the clan has ever seen.”
“Do you really think so Willowthorn?” The young tom asked as he settled his catch down on the ground. He shuffled his paws with anticipation wanting nothing more than to be the best for his clan. “Of course Hazelpaw.” Willowthorn licked her apprentice on the head before shoving his shoulder playfully. “Now come on let’s bring your catches back to the clan, I’m sure Nightheart would appreciate your trout”
Hazelpaw rose up to his paws instantly picking up his fresh catch, his tail straight above him as he added back into the woods to gather up his recent prey. Willowthorn felt the emotion rise in her throat like mouse bile, the feeling brought a sense of dread worse than swallowing yarrow. Her claws began to tear into the ground as she pained herself over her lost apprentice. It was the night before Hazelpaw was to be made a warrior, Sparrowstar had been impressed with the young toms progress and that it was time to give Hazelpaw his last assessment. Hunting near the south borders of the forest. Hazelpaw has been brimming with excitement the whole day, ready for his assessment and ready for his ceremony. Willowthorn watched her apprentice silently through the trees, he was placed in a perfect hunters crouch, his white belly almost skimming the tall lush grass of the woods. Further from his reach sat a Red Winged Black Bird, lifting his head high and letting out a trilling sound to declare his branch from other birds. The wind was in the apprentices favour making him undetectable. With one slow paw after the other, the tom rolled his haunches and sprang upon the bird killing it with one bite.
A purr full of pride flowed through Willowthorn, her apprentice once lacking confidence and shy was now ready to become a noble warrior that Sparrowclan would be proud of. She wanted to go out and congratulate her apprentice on an assessment well run, but she decided to wait until Hazelpaw returned to camp with his bounty of prey to do so. With half a smile she disappeared into the trees, putting distance between Willowthorn and her apprentice. A loud whimper rose in Willowthorns throat as the horrid screech she could never forget flooded her senses, drowning out the sound of the river and making every grey hair rattle on her body. “Starclan help me!” The terrified shriek seemed to echo in the forest, subduing the noises of the forest and replacing them with the sounds of caterwauling and pained yowls. Willowthorn’s eyes flared wide open as she recognized the cry of her apprentice. “Hazelpaw!” Whipping around Willowthorn hurled herself back into the bushes, not caring about the brambles that tore chunks of hair off of her pelt sending stinging pain along her flanks. Fear drummed through her heart, her chest feeling as if it could burst and her blood turning into ice. Willowthorn’s paws thundered against the ground. She couldn’t even tell if she was breathing, it felt as if she had lost the ability to take in air making the she-cat dizzy. Willowthorn was near to the place where she last left her apprentice, his scent still strong but mingled with his smell was rogues and one smell that sent an electric shock of terror down her spine. Blood!
Suddenly the noises stopped, there was nothing, no victory cry, no yowls of fear. There was nothing. “Oh starclan please.” Willowthorn gasped as she broke out of the brambles and into the small clearing where Hazelpaw last stood. The she cat looked around desperately. “Hazelpaw!?” She cried out. Nothing. “Hazelpaw where are you!?” Stumbling around frantically she trotted through the clearing, Willowthorn opened her mouth to try and detect his scent but the scent of blood was too overwhelming. Starclan please let him be okay! Willowthorn pushed her way through a thorn bush and it felt as if her body had been turned into stone. “No..” the words barely came out as a whisper as her eyes settled on a torn up scrap of fur laying against a tree stump. Her apprentice. “Hazelpaw!” The she-cat spring to his side her heart feeling as if it could fall out of her chest. Willowthorn nudged her apprentice desperately. “Starclan no please not him.” She yowled. “Please not him” Willowthorn licked his head, her tongue moving in strong rasps trying to make Hazelpaw gain some form of consciousness. The apprentice had a gash on the side of his throat and several horrid scratches along his flanks. This was the markings of an unfair and unjust battle. Two rogues against one apprentice. The fight of cowards.
“W-Willowthorn.” Hazelpaw gurgled, his eyes opening into small slits as he gazed up at his mentor, red liquid draining out of the corner of his mouth. “Shh don’t speak.” Willowthorn felt her throat lump. She stroked the Tabby tom with the tip of her tail. “Save your energy, help will be coming for you soon, Bramblepath will fix you.” Willowthorn soothed, though she was partly soothing herself. “Don’t worry, save your strength and stay alive.” Willowthorn settled herself down beside Hazelpaw and began to lick the wound around his neck, desperate to stop the bleeding. “I did exactly what you taught me” Hazelpaw’s words were barely audible. “I held my head up high, even when they came to take the prey, I held my head up high, I defended my home land, I stood my ground.” Hazelpaw’s eyes began to flicker, as if he was barely clinging to life. Willowthorn gently rested her tail over Hazelpaw’s muzzle. “Shh please don’t speak, save your strength please.” Willowthorn glanced at the sky almost defiantly. Don’t you dare take him yet! “I’m sorry W-Willowthorn.” Hazelpaw choked “T-tell sparrowstar...I- I tried.” His while body shook aggressively as he held his head up high to touch his mentor on the nose. “Thank you.” He whispered. With one final shudder the young tabby toms head fell to the ground with a heavy thud, his once bright green eyes became dark and lifeless.
“Hazelpaw...” Willowthorn choked grief clouding her eyes. “I’m so sorry!” She wailed. Willowthorn curled up against the river, her eyes shut right, a small whimper rising out of her throat. She screamed silently, begging for the sound of the river to stop her memories from crying out so loud.
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Fawnhearts
Shade never made anybody less gay
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 23, 2019 0:46:48 GMT -5
(( and now Willowthorn is just a grumpy cat who is actually a sad bean inside))
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Post by Jade on Jul 23, 2019 7:19:07 GMT -5
( Fawnhearts Ahh I seriously love your flashback so much! Poor Willowthorn!! x3) Sootstripe forced a smile and pressed close to Mistyfur, drawing steadiness from the warmth of her pelt. Though Mistyfur seemed relatively unaffected by Willowthorn's tirade, the dark-furred tom simply couldn't believe that someone might weather such a harsh tone unscathed. "Don't believe what she said for a second," he insisted. "She's just jealous of everything that you've accomplished with Jadepaw." Feeling the fur along his spine begin to settle now, he shook his head and followed Mistyfur's lead to a lighter topic. "Did you really?" He chuckled. "Who did she direct her nasty words to most often?" Jadepaw's eyes lit up at the mention of her successes' being reported to Mistyfur. "All right," she purred, gathering the sparrow back into her jaws and trotting after Onkódis. Her bushy tail swayed gently as she fell into step beside him—hers, admittedly, quite a bit more rapid in order to keep pace, though she didn't mind the extra speed. She shifted the feathery bundle in her jaws to make room for speech, her green eyes glittering. "So, now that I've stolen your whole morning, what are you going to do with the rest of your day?"
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Post by spαcє on Jul 23, 2019 9:04:05 GMT -5
"Of course," Featherspark purred, letting her eyes fall closed for just a moment as she savored Mooncloud's kind words. "But, if you do decide to settle down for the next bit of the day, I understand; Starclan knows that I've kept you from your morning for long enough." She chuckled slightly, guilt lacing the sound, even as she mentally began to map out the best spots for a mid-day hunt. She quickened her pace, filled with a sudden eagerness to see her little ones. "Come—I'm sure that Fishkit and Rabbitkit would love to say hello. If you're interested, of course—" She added over her shoulder as she slipped into camp and began searching for her kits. She caught sight of them soon enough, mercifully safe aside from their rather-rough tusseling outside of the nursery. Her chest flooding with warmth, she glanced back at Mooncloud again to wait for her companion to reach her side again. Mooncloud dipped his head and a slight grin appeared on his face, as he was delighted to hear his venture was not in vain. His legs wanted to pull him forwards and usher him in the direction of the kits, but his instincts screamed at him to wait and retreat in the direction of the warriors den. ’No, this is not the same-thing. These are bright-spirited kits, not your average warrior. Plus, with such a loving mother, I doubt they’d turn into anything abhorrent, anytime soon. I must press on.’ He shook his head and closed his eyes for the briefest of moments, in an attempt to clear out any remaining hesitation, before he quickly hastened after Featherspark. When he arrived by her site, he meowed, “Forgive me, I’m not the clan’s fastest cat.” He glanced at the kits, and a smile reappeared on his mouth, as he saw them safely withdrawn from the bustle of the camp. He took a moment to note and admire how similar they looked to their mother before adding, “I’m glad they’re safe and haven’t gotten themselves into any trouble.” He felt words get caught in his throat, but he pushed them down, not wanting to stir-up any more pains of the past, and let the words he just said carry, by themselves.
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Post by 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 on Jul 23, 2019 10:44:49 GMT -5
Mistyfur nodded a bit when Sootstripe told her not to take Willowthorn's words to heart. Despite this, she couldn't help but feel like somehow she had been letting her apprentice - and by extention the whole clan - down. Regardless of her efforts, she couldn't shake the feeling. Finally, she forced herself to stop thinking about it and just continue with another topic. "Pretty much everyone around her," Mistyfur said, shifting her thoughts to her sister. "At least, thats the vibe I got from the short amount of time that I was around her. When we were kits, she used to be a lot calmer, less likely to claw the ears off of anyone on her bad side. I hate to imagine what she had to go through to end up like that."
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