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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 19:15:27 GMT -5
{ do you want to do some crowpaw and ivypaw ? } |
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 10, 2016 19:16:03 GMT -5
(yeah sure!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 19:16:44 GMT -5
{{ Six moons }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 19:18:32 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 19:24:32 GMT -5
{{ Sure! And who will start a patrol? }}
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 10, 2016 19:28:56 GMT -5
Crowpaw woke up the next morning feeling drained. For whatever reason, it seemed like a sleepy, dull sort of day where nothing was real and he really didn't want to do anything except lay there and doze. But he was a medicine cat and it was the middle of leafbare. He had work to do.
First, he got up and shook the moss from his pelt, stretched and yawned, and checked each of their herb stores to make sure no mice, bugs, or anything else had gotten into them during the night. All seemed to be well, so he set about picking out some of the leaves and berries that were too shriveled or starting to mold, to stop them from spoiling the others along with them. When he was finished with that, he wrapped up the discarded herbs in a large leaf from the bramble push, picking it up in his jaws and slipping out of the den so he could throw the herbs away in the woods outside of camp, away from pesky kits or apprentices who might try to "experiment" with them.
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Dec 10, 2016 19:33:57 GMT -5
(*head desk* Really? This happened? Ok! Good thing I had a back up plan!!
We are restarting the ceremony!! Sorry guys, we are doing it over.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 19:37:10 GMT -5
{{ Okay. Is everyone there, it are we resummoning? }}
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 10, 2016 19:38:00 GMT -5
(aight we'll just attend the redo ceremony and then jump forward again to pick up from where we just started from lol. Huzzah for convoluted timeline jumps)
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Dec 10, 2016 19:44:58 GMT -5
(Sorry guys! I did get a message from Daryl's back up account but that was deleted too.)
Ravenstar lifted his head to the sky. His eyes searched for he stars before the clouds opened up just a bit. There, he was about to see a gap into StarClan. A sence of calm washed over him as he glanced back at the clan. "I say these words before StarClan, and in memory of Moonsong*, Frozenwhisker*, and Roaringwind*, that they may hear and approve my choice. Blizzardwing, will be the new deputy of FlashClan!"
Brooktail gasped, slightly surprised but at the same time, not really. She should have known. She lifted her voice to the air. "Blizzardwing! Blizzardwing! Blizzardwing!"
Fieldgrass nodded and went to raise his voice to call out Blizzardwing's name but broke out coughing.
Tinypaw jumped up. She called out the name loudly and proudly. "Blizzardwing! Blizzardwing! Blizzardwing!" She was probably the loudest in the clan.
(*Old deputy, Coldfire's missing mate, and the missing lead medicine cat)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 19:51:02 GMT -5
♕ -- Ivypaw limped back to camp. For some bizarre reason, her right paw was hurting. Perhaps it was a thorn stuck in her pad? She supposed she could check in with the medicine cats. She never really bothered talking to them. After all, they were just some lame cats. Who wants to chew herbs for all eternity when you could be strong and fearsome as a warrior? It made absolutely no sense to Ivypaw. Whatever helped them sleep at night, Ivypaw honestly didn't care what weird tastes they had. She saw camp in the distance, and limped toward it. As she padded into her home, she looked at the medicine cat den. Just as underwhelming as she remembered. As she padded in, a mix of strong and musty herb scents hit her. She spotted a long furred white tom she recognised as Crowpaw. "Hey." She meowed, padding up to him. "I have a pain in my right paw. Think you could check it? You're supposed to be some great healer." She looked at him, expression completely deadpan. She looked around. How are you supposed to stay somewhere so dull and boring. She didn't understand how the medicine cats hadn't gone crazy when they were all cooped up in here. They were probably dead on the inside.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 10, 2016 19:51:48 GMT -5
Blizzardwing froze for a moment, eyes widening in surprise as their leader called out his name. The pale tom shook himself slightly, before dipping his head, "I will do my best to serve this clan well," He mewed as loudly as he could, his heart pounding outside of his chest. His luminescence glowed faintly as he glanced around, for once the ambitious and boisterous tom quiet.
Coldfire glanced up sharply, the siamese queen surprised and pleased that her brother was deputy. He always wanted this. He deserves it. She thought with a purr before calling out her brothers name, "Blizzardwing! Blizzardwing!" She yowled, her voice only matching that of Tinypaw.
Stormpaw nudged Tinypaw playfully, the manx happy for his friend. "Blizzardwing!" He yowled, jumping onto his paws, fur bristling in excitedly.
Sweetpaw attempted to call out his name, but broke out in a coughing fit, her shoulders shaking as she coughed. The calicos eyes glittered in excitement for the tom.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 19:54:33 GMT -5
{ excuse me, but who is the father of coldfire's kittens ? } |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 19:55:57 GMT -5
Beeflight yowls, "Blizzardwing! Blizzardwing! Blizzardwing!" He was glad it wasn't him. How could he do all that?
Silverpaw yowls the new deputy's name, wondering how it would turn out.
Blazetail has no reaction except hoping Blizzardwing won't make Amberwing perform warrior duties.
Amberwing looks up at the stars, hoping Blizzardwing will make a good future for her kits.
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Dec 10, 2016 19:57:41 GMT -5
(I will be assigning mentors and apprentices shortly! I need to add Lynx and Clovercat to the front page!)
Ravenstar nodded to Blizzardwing. "I have high hopes in you," He said with a rumble. With that, Ravenstar jumped down from the tree. he glanced over to Sweetpaw and Fieldgrass before sighing. He hoped they were getting too sick. They don't need greencough.
(And pick up where you left off!)
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 10, 2016 19:58:27 GMT -5
Crowpaw dipped his head towards the new deputy. I hope he becomes a great leader. I've seen the ambition in his eyes- I hope it doesn't lead him to seek power too aggressively. Getting to his paws now that the ceremony was over, Crowpaw commenced with whatever it was he had done last night that I don't remember now.
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In the present, Crowpaw stopped quickly just inside the entrance to the medicine den, stopping himself from running head-first into Ivypaw. He twitched his whiskers at the sarcasm in her tone as she asked him to check her. Setting down the herbs, he replied, "Well if you thought you could do a better job of checking it, you wouldn't be here. Come inside, out of way." He stepped back and gestured with his tail for her to come in and settle on the moss-strewn floor so he could take a look at her paw.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 10, 2016 20:01:07 GMT -5
"Th-Thank you," Blizzardwing stuttered, eyes blank with shock. I'm actually deputy. He thought in amazement, before padding over to his sister, his typical persona taking over once again.
"Hey, congrats," She mewed with a purr, nudging his shoulder playfully, proud of him.
"Yeah, thanks. You know this doesn't mean your back on warrior duties yet. You need to get cleared by Leafblaze first." He told her before glancing around, realizing someone needed to be on night duty.
"Hey, um, Brooktail?" He called out, voice slightly uncertain.
(aaaand Time skip)
Coldfire was hunched outside of the warriors den, trying to look alert as the exhausted queen could look. She shifted on her paws, waiting for the chance to go and talk to Leafblaze or Crowpaw, hoping to get cleared so she could start hunting.
Blizzardwing had been up for awhile now, trying to figure out who he would assign to each of the patrols. Since its leaf bare we should have at least two hunting patrols... Maybe one could be with all of the apprentices, it would do them good to have an assessment... Right? Or are they too young for that? He narrowed his eyes, unsure of what to do. And we need a border patrol to, would that be two or three cats?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 20:08:16 GMT -5
♕ -- Ivypaw smirked. "Well, if I trained, I'm sure I could do a damn fine job. But the thing is, I kind of actually have a life. I have stuff planned for my future that doesn't involve rotting inside a tiny little hole, chewing leaves for a living." She nodded at him and laid down in the moss. She held out the paw that was hurting for Crowpaw to examine. She looked around the den. It seemed that medicine cats could tell the difference between every herb and plant, but to Ivypaw, they all just looked like leaves. Nothing special or unique about any one, just leaves. And plus, who spends time which they could be using to do something useful to tell the difference between some leaves? It made no sense to Ivypaw whatsoever.
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 10, 2016 20:11:55 GMT -5
Crowpaw let out a soft laugh. "Hm. I'm here so your future doesn't involve rotting inside a tiny little hole underground," replied as he crouched down, narrowing his eyes as he looked at her paw. He didn't see anything wrong with it, so he pressed slightly on her joint. "Does that hurt at all?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 20:13:38 GMT -5
{{ Present }}
Beeflight reluctantly opens his eyes, stretching his jaws wide in a yawn. He gives his creme pelt a few rapid licks before deeming it a task for later. He exits the thorn bush, seeking out Blizzardwing for patrol.
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Silverpaw stretches as the light of dawn streams through the brambles. She carefully exits, attempting not to leave half her pelt behind in the thorns. She stands next to Beeflight, awaiting orders.
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Blazetail was awoken by Beeflight, so he leaves the thorn bush behind. He joins the small group of cats waiting for Blizzardwing.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 20:24:47 GMT -5
♕ -- Ivypaw snickered. "You're doing us all good here. You stay doing herbs, I stay doing fighting. Deal?" She winced slightly as he pressed down on her paw. "Yep." She said through gritted teeth. She wondered what was in her paw. A thorn was most likely. It hadn't been the first time and it definitely wouldn't be the last. Ivypaw looked outside the den. The new deputy had been appointed, Blizzardwing. "Yo, did you hear about Blizzardwing?" She asked, looking up at Crowpaw. Did he care about who was deputy?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 20:28:03 GMT -5
Beeflight dips his head in respect, excusing the night guard as he takes over. He observes all of the exiting patrols. Some of the cats cough, and Beeflight worries that there will be an epidemic of greencough throughout the Clan.
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Blazetail quickly searches for Starlingflight, easily finding her black pelt. "Hi."
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 10, 2016 20:33:56 GMT -5
Starlingflight had been lounging in the sunlight nearby and perked up when she heard her name. "Aw, border duty again?" she meowed, rolling onto her back and flailing her paws in the air like a frustrated kit. "When do I get to do hunting again?" Rolling to her paws, she pounced on a nearby tendril of bramble that trailed on the ground, though she let out a yelp and hopped back again as the small thorns poked her paw pads.
"That's exactly as it should be," Crowpaw replied with an amused purr. "And yes, I was there, as was the rest of the Clan," he meowed in answer to her question, his tone somewhat teasing. Then he narrowed his eyes with a concerned look as she let out a yelp. "It looks like you may have a sprain. It's nothing serious, but you should stay off that paw for at least a day. What were you doing when you hurt your paw?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 20:42:59 GMT -5
"Who knows? I just hope there's enough for Amberwing and our kits." Beeflight purrs as he mentions his mate and their future offspring. Some may call him obsessed, but he simply worries about their welfare. "You okay?"
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