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Post by Willow on Jul 5, 2024 20:32:38 GMT -5
Starrylight let out a gasp, "Oh, that's awful! But, should Spiderbite be at her side then? Why is he here?" She asked with a tilt of her head. The small she-cat looked comical wrapped around the almost full-grown apprentice, her son nearly the same size as her. Her belly did her no favors either, the weight of her kits making it hard for her to stay pressed against Palepaw.
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jul 9, 2024 11:37:18 GMT -5
(SCAR!) Longpaw tilted his ears back. He wouldn't look in the direction of the warrior's den. He didn't know how to help his father. "Yeah...I guess." Ratmask shifted his tail to wrap around Leaffrost in acknowledgement of her presense, but did no more. "Mama's not even saying anything, but it's like they're talking to eachother all the same. I wish I knew how they did that." Lightpaw admitted as she shuffled her paws and glanced around, inwardly confused by and envious of how deeply her parents understood eachohter, even when it was so hard for her to understand her father at times. She shook the thought away, glancing up as she noticed Brittlefoot approaching them. "Longpaw." Brittlefoot mewed as he padded closer to them. His fur was spiked with mud and water, and while his legs looked unnaturally thin with the fur pressed to them, he didn't seem to be struggling to walk in the warmer humidity. He eyed his apprentice before he mewed. "Now's a good time to learn some camp building techniques." Inwardly, Brittlefoot could see the faint hint of awkwardness in the tom. Perhaps it was hard to be focusing on Ratmask's grief, when there was not much to be done by the apprentice in that regard. Hopefully, Longpaw would want to focus his mind elsewhere, if Brittlefoot could help. Leaffrost shifted her own tail to rest it gently upon Ratmask's, the feathery fur brushing the thin skin and patches he had that she loved so dearly. Longpaw flicked his ear as he gave his sister a confused look. How could his parents be talking to each other without saying anything? That didn't make sense. When Brittlefoot padded up, Longpaw's expression soured. He bitterly looked away. "Oh, goodie. Some cats don't have to do anything, but I'm getting thrown to work."
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jul 9, 2024 11:40:42 GMT -5
Starrylight let out a gasp, "Oh, that's awful! But, should Spiderbite be at her side then? Why is he here?" She asked with a tilt of her head. The small she-cat looked comical wrapped around the almost full-grown apprentice, her son nearly the same size as her. Her belly did her no favors either, the weight of her kits making it hard for her to stay pressed against Palepaw. Cedarstar flicked his ear twice and his gaze lingered to his former mentor. He realized he never considered that Cliffheart still had connections in SkyClan. He knew Cliffheart's story better than most, but it always felt like Cliffheart didn't leave anything behind when he was chased out of SkyClan. But he left behind Spiritstar and Lavendersky. I couldn't imagine doing that to Kinkfire or Ashrock. Cedarstar took a deep breath. "Lavendersky wants to see Cliffheart one last time. They're still siblings, after all."
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Post by Moonblazer on Jul 9, 2024 12:37:37 GMT -5
"Mama's not even saying anything, but it's like they're talking to eachother all the same. I wish I knew how they did that." Lightpaw admitted as she shuffled her paws and glanced around, inwardly confused by and envious of how deeply her parents understood eachohter, even when it was so hard for her to understand her father at times. She shook the thought away, glancing up as she noticed Brittlefoot approaching them. "Longpaw." Brittlefoot mewed as he padded closer to them. His fur was spiked with mud and water, and while his legs looked unnaturally thin with the fur pressed to them, he didn't seem to be struggling to walk in the warmer humidity. He eyed his apprentice before he mewed. "Now's a good time to learn some camp building techniques." Inwardly, Brittlefoot could see the faint hint of awkwardness in the tom. Perhaps it was hard to be focusing on Ratmask's grief, when there was not much to be done by the apprentice in that regard. Hopefully, Longpaw would want to focus his mind elsewhere, if Brittlefoot could help. Leaffrost shifted her own tail to rest it gently upon Ratmask's, the feathery fur brushing the thin skin and patches he had that she loved so dearly. Longpaw flicked his ear as he gave his sister a confused look. How could his parents be talking to each other without saying anything? That didn't make sense. When Brittlefoot padded up, Longpaw's expression soured. He bitterly looked away. "Oh, goodie. Some cats don't have to do anything, but I'm getting thrown to work." “Some cats are dead.” Brittlefoot mewed bluntly, neither scolding nor coddling to the younger tom. Instead, he mewed. “And you’re alive. So, that makes you lucky enough to get tasked with jobs. You’re many things, Longpaw, but incapable isn’t one of them. Come on.” He flicked his kinked tail and started moving towards the Apprentice’s den. Lightpaw gave Longpaw a faintly sympathetic look, having flinched lightly at Brittlefoot’s blunt yet honest remark.
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jul 9, 2024 15:50:36 GMT -5
Longpaw rolled his eyes, refusing to acknowledge that there was some sort of compliment in Brittlefoot's words. He only said it out of pity, Longpaw snorted. He hung his head low as he followed Brittlefoot, making sure everyone saw his dislike toward following his mentor's orders. "Lightpaw doesn't have to help," he grumbled quietly.
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Post by Moonblazer on Jul 9, 2024 16:01:42 GMT -5
Longpaw rolled his eyes, refusing to acknowledge that there was some sort of compliment in Brittlefoot's words. He only said it out of pity, Longpaw snorted. He hung his head low as he followed Brittlefoot, making sure everyone saw his dislike toward following his mentor's orders. "Lightpaw doesn't have to help," he grumbled quietly. “Do you want her to help us? I bet we could steal her, though with Raccoonmask still recovering, sometimes it’s just as helpful for her to be with her mentor as it is to do some den rebuilding.” Brittlefoot admitted, before he shook his head. “Besides. I don’t want you too distracted. It won’t take as long as you might think.” The slender tom glanced at the pile of materials that the Warriors had collected. He could see Rustlepaw trying her best to help Spottedpaw with his task, and his heart ached for Duskpaw, who’s brother was badly injured and who’s sister would likely find Stormfury’s body… Brittlefoot didn’t have the kind of optimism for things like that that others did. Not when it came to death. Even so, he shook the thought away. The Camp needed to be rebuilt, to be focused on in the now. “We’ll focus on the lower base of the den. Neither of us will be able to reach the top parts, but we can start so whoever finishes will have a very easy time. Pass me a piece of bracken, and I’ll show you how to weave it in.”
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jul 9, 2024 17:42:34 GMT -5
Longpaw groaned and still refused to look at Brittlefoot. He plopped down and half-heartedly scooted a bramble closer to Brittlefoot. It didn't get too close to the older tom, but Brittlefoot could reach it.
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Post by Moonblazer on Jul 9, 2024 18:57:04 GMT -5
Longpaw groaned and still refused to look at Brittlefoot. He plopped down and half-heartedly scooted a bramble closer to Brittlefoot. It didn't get too close to the older tom, but Brittlefoot could reach it. If Brittlefoot noticed Longpaw’s reluctance and begrudging, he did not seem to show it. Rather, he reached a shaky leg out to grab at the bramble. The rain and humidity strained at his tender muscles, and while it ached fiercely, he had perfected his ability to hide his pain outwardly. Pulling the bramble over, he ignored the shakiness in his paws as he started slowly weaving the bramble through two existing ones. He instructed, dry yet witty. “You’ll be able to do this faster than I can, but the best way is over, under, over, and then tuck it down at the other stems. Just like that.” He nodded.
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Post by Willow on Jul 16, 2024 1:02:59 GMT -5
Starrylight let out a gasp, "Oh, that's awful! But, should Spiderbite be at her side then? Why is he here?" She asked with a tilt of her head. The small she-cat looked comical wrapped around the almost full-grown apprentice, her son nearly the same size as her. Her belly did her no favors either, the weight of her kits making it hard for her to stay pressed against Palepaw. Cedarstar flicked his ear twice and his gaze lingered to his former mentor. He realized he never considered that Cliffheart still had connections in SkyClan. He knew Cliffheart's story better than most, but it always felt like Cliffheart didn't leave anything behind when he was chased out of SkyClan. But he left behind Spiritstar and Lavendersky. I couldn't imagine doing that to Kinkfire or Ashrock. Cedarstar took a deep breath. "Lavendersky wants to see Cliffheart one last time. They're still siblings, after all." Starrylight frowned as she looked over at Cliffheart's body, unmoving in his nest. "It would take a miracle from Starclan to get him well enough to travel." she murmured quietly, glancing at Spiderbite with sympathy.
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Post by ✦⚝Stormscar⚝✦ on Jul 19, 2024 14:14:14 GMT -5
Sunstrike's face revealed a hint of an amused grin, "Well, not really at the moment, maybe one she-cat, but I doubt she feels the same for me, we're just friends," He answered, before letting out a chuckle, "But don't any of you worry, she's not anyone's mate." His light blue eyes brightened a bit, "I've always thought of a mate though, and kits, I've always loved kits, their fluffy fur, curious and adventurous personalities."
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Post by Willow on Jul 24, 2024 21:03:47 GMT -5
Thistlestalk snickered, "I think we're both happy with our mates so you don't need to worry about us. I understand the nervousness though. Poppyflame and I danced around each other for moons and moons. It was only after the fire that we finally admitted our feelings for each other. If it's meant to be, you'll end up together." he mewed with a kind smile.
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Post by Moonblazer on Aug 3, 2024 18:58:27 GMT -5
“If you like kits and are excited at the thought of having them, then you’re already half-way there to fatherhood.” Lionscorch decided with a humored look. The tall black tom admitted. “Songbreeze and I liked eachother since we were apprentices. We just didn’t make it official until we were Warriors, really. But love like that, it can happen in one heartbeat, or take a whole lifetime. No cat knows.”
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Post by ✦⚝Stormscar⚝✦ on Aug 3, 2024 19:45:04 GMT -5
Sunstrike nodded, "A family, a mate and kits, its what a lot of cats dream about, and those who don't, well, I don't exactly understand them.." he mewed as they padded through the forest, he parted his mouth to try and sent prey, but couldn't find any, "Odd," Sunstrike commented, "Normally this part of the forest always has some frogs or mice.."
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Post by Moonblazer on Aug 3, 2024 20:07:04 GMT -5
Sunstrike nodded, "A family, a mate and kits, its what a lot of cats dream about, and those who don't, well, I don't exactly understand them.." he mewed as they padded through the forest, he parted his mouth to try and sent prey, but couldn't find any, "Odd," Sunstrike commented, "Normally this part of the forest always has some frogs or mice.." Lionscorch frowned with disdain as he realized that Sunstrike was correct. There was no prey scent. He gave a gruff sigh. “It’s probably because the flood washed it all away. Great. The fire was bad enough, and now we can’t even find prey in the warmer moons. Ugh.” He lashed his tail. “We need to do something, or we’re good as starved.”
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Aug 6, 2024 8:23:10 GMT -5
Icefire15 Continue with Snowdance?
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Aug 6, 2024 8:24:33 GMT -5
Cedarstar flicked his ear twice and his gaze lingered to his former mentor. He realized he never considered that Cliffheart still had connections in SkyClan. He knew Cliffheart's story better than most, but it always felt like Cliffheart didn't leave anything behind when he was chased out of SkyClan. But he left behind Spiritstar and Lavendersky. I couldn't imagine doing that to Kinkfire or Ashrock. Cedarstar took a deep breath. "Lavendersky wants to see Cliffheart one last time. They're still siblings, after all." Starrylight frowned as she looked over at Cliffheart's body, unmoving in his nest. "It would take a miracle from Starclan to get him well enough to travel." she murmured quietly, glancing at Spiderbite with sympathy. Cedarstar took a deep breath. "If Lavendersky is truly dying. Perhaps an escort could take Cliffheart to see her? I wouldn't let injury keep me from seeing one of my siblings if their time was coming." he shuddered at the thought.
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Aug 6, 2024 8:26:03 GMT -5
Longpaw groaned and still refused to look at Brittlefoot. He plopped down and half-heartedly scooted a bramble closer to Brittlefoot. It didn't get too close to the older tom, but Brittlefoot could reach it. If Brittlefoot noticed Longpaw’s reluctance and begrudging, he did not seem to show it. Rather, he reached a shaky leg out to grab at the bramble. The rain and humidity strained at his tender muscles, and while it ached fiercely, he had perfected his ability to hide his pain outwardly. Pulling the bramble over, he ignored the shakiness in his paws as he started slowly weaving the bramble through two existing ones. He instructed, dry yet witty. “You’ll be able to do this faster than I can, but the best way is over, under, over, and then tuck it down at the other stems. Just like that.” He nodded. Longpaw was looking over at the medicine den instead of watching Brittlefoot. He was trying to see what was going on inside with that SkyClan cat here.
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Post by Moonblazer on Aug 6, 2024 9:02:21 GMT -5
If Brittlefoot noticed Longpaw’s reluctance and begrudging, he did not seem to show it. Rather, he reached a shaky leg out to grab at the bramble. The rain and humidity strained at his tender muscles, and while it ached fiercely, he had perfected his ability to hide his pain outwardly. Pulling the bramble over, he ignored the shakiness in his paws as he started slowly weaving the bramble through two existing ones. He instructed, dry yet witty. “You’ll be able to do this faster than I can, but the best way is over, under, over, and then tuck it down at the other stems. Just like that.” He nodded. Longpaw was looking over at the medicine den instead of watching Brittlefoot. He was trying to see what was going on inside with that SkyClan cat here. When he realized that Longpaw’s attention was elsewhere, Brittlefoot glanced back at his apprentice. Eyeing the medicine den for a moment, he looked back at Longpaw and mewed simply. “This doesn’t happen often, you know. Medicine cats visiting other Clans like this. So, it’s something important. Are you worried, Longpaw?” He asked, wanting to know what he was thinking.
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Aug 6, 2024 10:59:15 GMT -5
Longpaw flicked his ear and wouldn't look at his mentor. "Shouldn't everyone be worried?" He asked bluntly. "That cat just barged right in here. He's seeing what state we're in after that storm. He'll tell SkyClan. They'll think we're weak."
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Post by Moonblazer on Aug 6, 2024 11:19:25 GMT -5
Longpaw flicked his ear and wouldn't look at his mentor. "Shouldn't everyone be worried?" He asked bluntly. "That cat just barged right in here. He's seeing what state we're in after that storm. He'll tell SkyClan. They'll think we're weak." “If every cat in the Clan was worrying their tails off about it, I’d think that would be what actually makes us look weak. We’ve survived countless trials this moon. If anything, Skyclan would be wise to remember who helped them at their lowest. We were strong then, we’ll be strong now.” Brittlefoot reminded with a short flick of his kinked tail, before he reminded. “Spiderbite came running in here to us. Skyclan must be the one to be weakened right now…” He sighed once. “But Medicine cats don’t represent typical Warrior values. If Spiderbite is in trouble, then it’s important to us too. Medicine cats don’t follow the exact same Codes we do, Longpaw. All Clans must care for all Medicine Cats, and vice versa.”
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Post by Scarfur on Aug 7, 2024 0:56:46 GMT -5
(We are the untouchables! Wait, too soon?)
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Aug 7, 2024 8:46:07 GMT -5
Longpaw twitched his whiskers in partial disgust. "So, medicine cats can get away with whatever they want? If it wasn't for their lousy herbs, maybe I should've been a medicine cat?" He looked away from the medicine den and just watched the cats of the clan get back to work. "At then I'd be special," he muttered mostly to himself. He wondered briefly if he could talk to Cedarstar about becoming Snowdance's apprentice. He became a good medicine cat, cats would have to respect him. Yet, the thought of memorizing herbs all day and talking nonsense made his face wrinkle. He let the idea go with a sigh. Learning battle moves was too satisfying to give up.
(where are we with the Stormfury patrol? Are we waiting for Spiderbite to leave before bringing his body to camp?)
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Post by Moonblazer on Aug 7, 2024 9:12:35 GMT -5
Longpaw twitched his whiskers in partial disgust. "So, medicine cats can get away with whatever they want? If it wasn't for their lousy herbs, maybe I should've been a medicine cat?" He looked away from the medicine den and just watched the cats of the clan get back to work. "At then I'd be special," he muttered mostly to himself. He wondered briefly if he could talk to Cedarstar about becoming Snowdance's apprentice. He became a good medicine cat, cats would have to respect him. Yet, the thought of memorizing herbs all day and talking nonsense made his face wrinkle. He let the idea go with a sigh. Learning battle moves was too satisfying to give up. (where are we with the Stormfury patrol? Are we waiting for Spiderbite to leave before bringing his body to camp?) Brittlefoot watched Longpaw for a long moment before the tom gave a small snort of both humor and exasperation. “Medicine cats can’t have mates. Or kits. Or train as a Warrior. All the stuff you think makes them immune to rules, you’ve got moss in your brain.” He seemed a bit stiff as he mumbled. “Cedarstar banished Opalmist just a few days ago. A medicine cat. Our own medicine cat. Because she probably thought like you are just now. That she could get away with anything.” He seemed to eye Longpaw with a knowing gaze, whiskers twitching. “Wanting to be special and actually being special are very different things. It’s all subjective. But the more you obsess about it, the more you’ll realize that it isn’t everything.” He shook his head leisurely. “I only hope you can see that one day.” Brittlefoot didn’t want to tell the tom that he already was special. To him, of course, even if he felt like the Clan didn’t see him as such. But Brittlefoot knew that would only fan the flame of Longpaw’s self-assigned inadequacy. Starclan, he thought, this was going to be a long mentorship, wasn’t it? (Up to you! I don’t mind either way. Would you want Spiderbite to know, or not know?)
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Post by ✦⚝Stormscar⚝✦ on Aug 7, 2024 14:41:47 GMT -5
Sunstrike nodded, "A family, a mate and kits, its what a lot of cats dream about, and those who don't, well, I don't exactly understand them.." he mewed as they padded through the forest, he parted his mouth to try and sent prey, but couldn't find any, "Odd," Sunstrike commented, "Normally this part of the forest always has some frogs or mice.." Lionscorch frowned with disdain as he realized that Sunstrike was correct. There was no prey scent. He gave a gruff sigh. “It’s probably because the flood washed it all away. Great. The fire was bad enough, and now we can’t even find prey in the warmer moons. Ugh.” He lashed his tail. “We need to do something, or we’re good as starved.” (Sorry for late response, was gonna gve Willow some time to respond but its fine *shrug*) Sunstrike growled in annoyance, "The clan better not starve, we have so many warriors its hard to think we might," He glanced towards the thicker part of the forest, "I think I remember in the deeper part of the marshs there was a large amount of frogs, maybe a mouse den too, although I could just be remembering a diffrent time, want to try there?"
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Aug 8, 2024 8:58:21 GMT -5
Longpaw twitched his whiskers in partial disgust. "So, medicine cats can get away with whatever they want? If it wasn't for their lousy herbs, maybe I should've been a medicine cat?" He looked away from the medicine den and just watched the cats of the clan get back to work. "At then I'd be special," he muttered mostly to himself. He wondered briefly if he could talk to Cedarstar about becoming Snowdance's apprentice. He became a good medicine cat, cats would have to respect him. Yet, the thought of memorizing herbs all day and talking nonsense made his face wrinkle. He let the idea go with a sigh. Learning battle moves was too satisfying to give up. (where are we with the Stormfury patrol? Are we waiting for Spiderbite to leave before bringing his body to camp?) Brittlefoot watched Longpaw for a long moment before the tom gave a small snort of both humor and exasperation. “Medicine cats can’t have mates. Or kits. Or train as a Warrior. All the stuff you think makes them immune to rules, you’ve got moss in your brain.” He seemed a bit stiff as he mumbled. “Cedarstar banished Opalmist just a few days ago. A medicine cat. Our own medicine cat. Because she probably thought like you are just now. That she could get away with anything.” He seemed to eye Longpaw with a knowing gaze, whiskers twitching. “Wanting to be special and actually being special are very different things. It’s all subjective. But the more you obsess about it, the more you’ll realize that it isn’t everything.” He shook his head leisurely. “I only hope you can see that one day.” Brittlefoot didn’t want to tell the tom that he already was special. To him, of course, even if he felt like the Clan didn’t see him as such. But Brittlefoot knew that would only fan the flame of Longpaw’s self-assigned inadequacy. Starclan, he thought, this was going to be a long mentorship, wasn’t it? (Up to you! I don’t mind either way. Would you want Spiderbite to know, or not know?) Longpaw pinned his ears back. He gave Brittlefoot a long, hard stare. "That's hypocrite talk if I ever heard it. You're a freak of nature, Brittlefoot. You shouldn't even be a warrior with your condition, but you are. That makes you special. So, don't tell me being special doesn't matter when you have it and I don't." He glared at the brambles they needed to weave. They twisted a knot of anger in his throat. He didn't want to do this fox-dunged labor. He'd rather be on a hunting patrol. Surely, the cats on the hunting patrols were going to get praised for finding food after the flood. The camp was getting repaired every moon, so no one cared about who built it. "Can I be excused?" He snapped. (We can have them return if it'll help push things along.)
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Post by Moonblazer on Aug 8, 2024 9:14:18 GMT -5
Brittlefoot watched Longpaw for a long moment before the tom gave a small snort of both humor and exasperation. “Medicine cats can’t have mates. Or kits. Or train as a Warrior. All the stuff you think makes them immune to rules, you’ve got moss in your brain.” He seemed a bit stiff as he mumbled. “Cedarstar banished Opalmist just a few days ago. A medicine cat. Our own medicine cat. Because she probably thought like you are just now. That she could get away with anything.” He seemed to eye Longpaw with a knowing gaze, whiskers twitching. “Wanting to be special and actually being special are very different things. It’s all subjective. But the more you obsess about it, the more you’ll realize that it isn’t everything.” He shook his head leisurely. “I only hope you can see that one day.” Brittlefoot didn’t want to tell the tom that he already was special. To him, of course, even if he felt like the Clan didn’t see him as such. But Brittlefoot knew that would only fan the flame of Longpaw’s self-assigned inadequacy. Starclan, he thought, this was going to be a long mentorship, wasn’t it? (Up to you! I don’t mind either way. Would you want Spiderbite to know, or not know?) Longpaw pinned his ears back. He gave Brittlefoot a long, hard stare. "That's hypocrite talk if I ever heard it. You're a freak of nature, Brittlefoot. You shouldn't even be a warrior with your condition, but you are. That makes you special. So, don't tell me being special doesn't matter when you have it and I don't." He glared at the brambles they needed to weave. They twisted a knot of anger in his throat. He didn't want to do this fox-dunged labor. He'd rather be on a hunting patrol. Surely, the cats on the hunting patrols were going to get praised for finding food after the flood. The camp was getting repaired every moon, so no one cared about who built it. "Can I be excused?" He snapped. (We can have them return if it'll help push things along.) Had Brittlefoot been younger, he would have admittedly been angered by the young apprentice’s words. The raw sting of insult had once made him ache with a rage that he had to work hard to curb. His mother and father were long gone now, but back then their jabs had fueled a fire deep within him. And while it no longer blazed now, the residual embers still pushed his frail body forwards, and his heart into its burning beat. He placed down the piece of bramble, simply turning to Longpaw and mewing. “No. You can’t be excused. I’m not a Warrior because I’m special. And I’m not special because I became a Warrior. That’s all on hard work and dedication to Shadowclan, and understanding that I had to be because my sister needed me to be. This?” He held out one of his legs, skinny and frail, trembling from even the exertion of keeping it held up for more that a few seconds. “This is just a task. And just like restoring this Camp serves Shadowclan, I have the task of doing what I can to make sure this isn’t a hinderance. I’m never going to be like Falcontalon, or Cedarstar, or Flintclaw. And you know what? That is perfectly fine. And if you think that rebuilding your Camp isn’t an important task, then you have alot to learn. So no. You’re not excused. Pick up the materials, and start building these dens with me.” He decided firmly.
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Post by Moonblazer on Aug 8, 2024 9:17:06 GMT -5
(That works!)
Cardinalblaze led the way back to camp, his tail low and his eyes downcast as he tried not to think about Stormfury’s limp body draped over Cherryvine’s back. She had been determined to carry him herself, but knowing it was her mate, it broke the deputy’s heart fiercely. He glanced back at Whorlpaw though, worried for her knowing her mentor was dead.
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Aug 8, 2024 10:12:59 GMT -5
Longpaw hissed at Brittlefoot's refusal. He roughly passed another bramble to his mentor. This is stupid, he grumbled to himself. No one is ever going to see my worth if I'm stuck with mundane jobs like this one.
Whorlpaw trailed at the back of the patrol. Her tail dragged against the ground and she couldn't lift her head up. Though the chances were slim, she held hope of finding her mentor alive.
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Aug 8, 2024 10:23:47 GMT -5
Snowdance glanced between her leader and the SkyClan medicine cat briefly before she gave a small nod of acceptance, “Come with me.” She mewed, standing and leading Spiderbite towards her den. Once inside, she turned to the nest that held Cliffheart, sitting down next the nest and making room for Spiderbite. “His wounds have begun to heal, but I can’t properly assess just how well he’s doing until he actually wakes up.” Spiderbite followed after Snowdance with Cedarstar taking up the rear to keep an eye on the medicine cat. Eaglesight stood up from his place at Cliffheart's side when the group entered the den. He narrowed his eyes on Spiderbite, but Spiderbite ignored him. "StarClan, have mercy," Spiderbite flattened his ears when he saw Cliffheart's state. "The timing couldn't be worse." He helped himself to Cliffheart's side to assessed Snowdance's treatment of the tom. He didn't know what he expected to find, Snowdance's capabilities were unmatched. "His wounds aren't bleeding. They look like they're starting to scab and heal. Based on this, I would've expected him to wake up by now." Icefire15
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Post by Moonblazer on Aug 8, 2024 10:31:29 GMT -5
Longpaw hissed at Brittlefoot's refusal. He roughly passed another bramble to his mentor. This is stupid, he grumbled to himself. No one is ever going to see my worth if I'm stuck with mundane jobs like this one.Whorlpaw trailed at the back of the patrol. Her tail dragged against the ground and she couldn't lift her head up. Though the chances were slim, she held hope of finding her mentor alive. Brittlefoot seemed to breathe out gently, his sternness melting away quickly as he moved to continue working on the dens. He opened his jaws for a moment, before he closed them again. What was the right thing to say, for a cat like Longpaw? Inwardly, he grimaced at how similar they were, or at least how much he used to be like Longpaw back then. Why was it so much harder to do this when he had gone through it himself? In what world did that make sense? The other mentors made it look so easy. Stubbornly, he refused to let himself wallow. If he failed this, then it would only prove every cat’s inate doubt in him right. And that? He refused to let that happen. So, he weaved the material in, and spoke simply. “Do this for a while with me, and I promise we can go hunting, or learn more battle moves… You might need to find another hole in the camp wall though. Your old one is… ah, not here anymore.” Cardinalblaze bit his lip once, though he felt his stomach clench as they approached the camp entrance. He lifted his head, eyes catching with Spiderfang as she guarded the entrance. The older she-cat eyed Stormfury and her fiery eyes drooped with stony acceptance and loss. She rumbled once. “Come on in. Spiderbite came in from Skyclan. Cedarstar and Snowdance are talking with him, but this’ll take precedent now…”
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