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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 18, 2016 11:49:19 GMT -5
Thrushmoon Spiderleg felt the awkwardness growing as she stayed silent for longer and longer. He began to feel a bit nervous, wondering if he'd somehow offended her. Perhaps she thought he was being too bossy, or perhaps she herself had wanted the role? That thought had never really crossed his mind. Pinenose did have a few leadership qualities, but she'd never really spoken much about wanting to be leader. He prayed to StarClan that he was wrong about that, since if that were truly the case it would be incredibly embarrassing. He felt relief wash over him as he receive her approval. She was right that a starving cat couldn't pick their prey, yet he knew that wouldn't stop some cats from protesting. He kept a stoic face at her jab at ThunderClan, but chuckled a bit on the inside. She was right; some ThunderClan cats could get a bit bossy. But so could some ShadowClan cats, for that matter. He nodded slowly as she gave him words of support and encouragement. It made him feel just a bit better, knowing that a non-ThunderClan cat approved of him becoming leader. Now all that was left was to go and talk to Willowshine. The tom rested his tail on Pinenose's shoulder. "Thank you," he purred. "That means a lot. I'm glad to know that at least one cat backs me. It makes the decision easier, you know?" He paused. "I know that if I try to bring it up in discussion, there will just be a huge fight about who deserves to be leader. Me just going and getting it done is the quickest, best solution." Pinenose snorted a bit at image of their ragtag clan arguing on who should led them, but rather then irritate her, it made her feel surprisingly at home within Badgerclan for the first time since joining. Hopefully the feeling would settle with her clanmates soon too, because kit-like squabbling wouldn't pick a cat to led them, it wouldn't fill the fresh-kill pile or finish the barrier that needed to be built around the camp, they needed a cat to lead them and unit them or they'd never get this clan's paws under it. She was putting a lot of faith into this ex-Thunderclan tom, but she believed he could do it. She nodded, coming out of her thoughts to respond to him,"We don't have anytime to waste on arguing." She agreed with a flick of her tail,"Well, that barrier isn't going to build itself." She said, ending the conversation, but paused a moment before adding,"Travel safely to the Moonpool, and I'll see you when you get back, Spiderstar."She said softly, before disappearing in the direction of camp with a chuckle. He smiled at her addressing of him as Spiderstar. He had to admit, the name did sound good, especially in lieu of what he was about to do. He felt his paws tingle with an excitement he hadn't felt in a long time. BadgerClan were about to take their first step toward becoming a strong, lively Clan. Once he returned from the Moonpool, he'd be able to start making important decisions for them. Like, for example, who the deputy would be. But first, he had to talk to Willowshine. He padded back in the direction of the camp, trying to keep his face stoic. He didn't want any cat to become suspicious. After all, if anyone knew, they'd likely start bickering with him. They'd make claims that, as usual, ThunderClanners were trying to take charge. And, of course, they'd be right. Spiderleg wasn't afraid to admit that. Except in this case, him taking charge was the right thing to do. He wondered how Willowshine would react to his decision. Would she be angry? Proud? Worried? He figured any of those things would be perfectly normal. He had no idea if she'd had any sign from StarClan regarding who their leader should be. If she had, she'd been silent about it. If she hadn't, well then that meant StarClan was being silent themselves. He entered the camp and immediately headed straight for her den. Leaning inside, he called, "Willowshine?" (@battlingfear) |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 18, 2016 11:54:41 GMT -5
Frozen I think I'm just going to make one long huge post of Spiderleg getting his nine lives, since otherwise it'll take forever)
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Post by Thrushmoon on Sept 18, 2016 12:59:47 GMT -5
Frozen I think I'm just going to make one long huge post of Spiderleg getting his nine lives, since otherwise it'll take forever) (Probably a good idea haha) |
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Post by Frozen on Sept 18, 2016 13:08:01 GMT -5
Ok, makes sense.
Anyone got anyone open?)
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 18, 2016 13:08:35 GMT -5
(I have Scorchfur and Kinkfur open)
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Post by Frozen on Sept 18, 2016 13:18:38 GMT -5
Ok. I saw on the front that there was going to be ScorchxAmber eventually?)
Amberpaw huffed, her eyes slowly opening. She was in the apprentice's den. After talking to Weaselfur (?) about the rogue attack, she had quickly dozed off, her body needing to recover from her wounds. Apparently, she had slept all evening and then some, as it was now fairly early in the morning. However, both Spikepaw and Hootpaw were gone, per the usual - most likely off checking the reinforced border too early in the morning for an apprentice to normally handle. She was thankful the warriors let her get her well deserved rest.
She ungracefully rolled out of her moss nest, wincing in pain. Shaking her pelt, she stretched and went outside.
Leaftail was out marking one of the borders of BadgerClan's territory. Unlike most of the warriors, he wasn't forced to do this - he got himself out of sleeping to do so for the Clan's sake. He couldn't fall behind his Clanmates in terms of work. While he had enough of weaving brambles, there was still much to do for the Clan - and making sure there was no more uninvited trespassers was one thing.
Out by himself, a sharp, cold breeze buffeted his fur. For once he was thankful he wasn't the skinny, slim WindClan cat he was probably meant to be after all. When not tripping over his feet trying to catch a rabbit or being made fun of, his body type wasn't too useless.
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Post by Thrushmoon on Sept 18, 2016 14:00:36 GMT -5
(Pinenose could probably be in camp, since she's done talking to Spiderleg. Weaselfur could be out hunting, I guess.)
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 18, 2016 14:57:56 GMT -5
(If you're okay with that, of course Frozen) |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 17:02:34 GMT -5
(I don't think Paw Prince has replied to Hootpaw yet, but I do have Crouchfoot open. I'm really behind on the plot so I'll take a poke through and see what I can do.)
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Post by Frozen on Sept 18, 2016 17:06:49 GMT -5
Sounds fine to me Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ) |
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Post by Paw Prince ♛ on Sept 18, 2016 19:02:11 GMT -5
[ Hello! I’m here for once & curious to see how Spiderleg’s nine-lives ceremony will play out. ^o^ I also finished my extremely overdue Poppyfrost post. Sorry if it’s a bit disjointed. nwn;
Anecdote Time: My teacher made me log into my Google Docs account to show my class something on the Smart Board, and I was really worried I’d made the title of this post (which I’d typed in a document) “Warrior Cats” and that all my high school classmates would find out that I still like Warriors/go on the forums. Luckily, I named it the much more ambiguous “WCF Post” instead. :'D ]
Hootpaw swayed—only slightly, but the movement caught Poppyfrost’s eye nonetheless. Had this conversation occurred before the epidemic, she’d have likely dismissed it as nothing, but as it was, her immediate response was a flash of worry, tinged with sharp fear: was Hootpaw sick? Then she remembered who’d he’d just been talking about: his former mentor, Nightcloud. He wasn’t sick (at least, that’s what she hoped); more likely, he was sad. He’d seemed so happy when he’d described his first outing just now, but Poppyfrost could emphasize with his seemingly random shift in mood. Even the happiest of memories had a way of creeping up on you and taking a turn for the worst these days. She could feel the names of Leafpool and the others she’d mentioned swirl within her head, dredging up visions of their ghosts. With effort, she forcefully willed them away. Like I said, I’ll deal with it later.
Still, she didn’t bring up the topic out loud, figuring Hootpaw might want to handle those feelings alone. Tuning back in to their conversation, she nodded slowly. “You’re right. I haven’t put a paw in ThunderClan’s territory in ages, and I, uh, don’t think I will for a while.” It was easy enough to get the words out, but she really did mean them. These past few days, it’d been so easy to get caught up in listing all the shortcomings of their new territory. She’d barely considered what it’d be like to hunt in ThunderClan’s real forest instead, surrounded by all those thrumming, still-fresh memories. Bumping into every tree in this new forest sounds way better than that.
He seemed worried that he might’ve offended her, and she had to smile. “None taken,” she mewed. “These aren’t my trees, after all, just as much anyone else’s. Not yet.” Worrying that might sound a little too disheartening, she hastened to add, in a more cheery tone, “But give ‘em awhile, and I’m sure they’ll grow on us.”
Hootpaw seemed to react to her earlier “BadgerClan Power” motivational speech positively, and she was cheered by his enthusiastic response. Unfortunately, the apprentice’s smile soon slipped, and he seemed to mumble something to himself. She didn’t quite catch all the words, but the sight of his now-gone smile was enough to cast a shadow over her former high spirits. Still, Poppyfrost couldn’t afford to let her negativity take over – for both Hootpaw’s sake and her own. She’d been the one to initiate this whole conversation, after all. She had to try to fix this.
She thought for a moment, choosing her next words with care. “Willowshine said the sickness is over, and we’ve got to take her word for it.” What other choice did they have, really? Jayfeather—a thorn-sharp pain pierced her heart at the name—and the other medicine cats were gone; Willowshine was the only one left with any sufficient medical knowledge. “We’ll get past this, okay?” She tried to meet his gaze. Initiating casual physical contact—a touch of her tail to his side for reassurance, something like that—was still something Poppyfrost was hesitant to do with a cat from another clan, even now. In lieu of it, she figured making eye contact was the next best thing. “We might not be as mighty and all-powerful as I said earlier—I couldn’t be subtle if my life depended on it, for one thing—but we can.” That, at least, was something she had faith in.
Eventually breaking eye contact, Poppyfrost remembered what they’d both been doing prior to this: hunting. “Are you done hunting yet?” she asked after awhile. “If so, why don’t we bring back our fresh-kill to camp?” Hootpaw had just missed a catch when they’d first encountered one another, she recalled, and she herself had wanted to catch another prey-animal before the day’s end, but they’d ended taking an unexpected detour by way of this conversation. By now, Poppyfrost was itching to return to camp and see whether anything new had happened while she’d been out. “I’m sure the others must be wondering where we are.” |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 18, 2016 20:44:02 GMT -5
Paw Prince ♛ My life exactly. I hope I get a college roommate like you so we can both have "abnormal" interests and not be judged by each other xD
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Post by Thrushmoon on Sept 18, 2016 21:18:53 GMT -5
(Ohoo, you're in collage Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ? What are you working towards?) (Also, I looked at the WC map, since you said the territory was a forest above Thunderclan territory, and it looks sort of hilly and has a river system that leads to the lake, which Spiderleg and Willowshine could use to relocate the Moonpool. If you have intresting ideas for the territory, let us know, so we can Rp cats finding it. I was thinking maybe Weaslfur could find the river.)
Pinenose watched idly as Spiderleg disappeared into Willowshines den to talk to her. She breathed deeply and tore her gaze away, this was the moment of truth, Badgerclan's first leader. She quashed the feeling of envy that bubbled up in her chest at the thought of Spiderleg seeing Thunderclan territory, of passing by her beloved Shadwclan, there was nothing there anymore for her, or any of them, but that didn't stop the longing she felt to be there. She shook her head, the more she thought of it, the more she'd want to go back and never leave, and that wouldn't help anyone, and besides she'd miss having a thriving clan around her. She glanced over to the side, where Harespring and Mousewhisker where arguing, and felt her spirits lift a little. She'd only been with these cats for six days, but they were all family now, and that came with the prickly edge of having to many different personalities rub against each other that sometimes happened at Gatherings, but against being alone in Shadowclan's former home, she'd take anything really. Even her future grumpy leader, Spiderleg. |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 18, 2016 21:36:57 GMT -5
(I'm not in college yet, lol. But I will be soon. And yeah, maybe someone could fall into the river and Weaselfur could save them? Like maybe Kinkfur or something, and then he feels all proud because he discovered something new and saved a cat's life)
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Post by Thrushmoon on Sept 18, 2016 22:52:56 GMT -5
(I'm not in college yet, lol. But I will be soon. And yeah, maybe someone could fall into the river and Weaselfur could save them? Like maybe Kinkfur or something, and then he feels all proud because he discovered something new and saved a cat's life) (Oh cool. And yeah, that could work. Weaselfur out hunting and he maybe finds Kinkfurs scent, follows it and meets up with her. Kinkfur could probably fall in after chasing a rabbit or something, and it veers off and sends her headfirst into the river. Which do to being in a overgrown part of the territory, can't really be seen do to the long grass surrounding it.) |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 4:34:09 GMT -5
Ever since his last confrontation with the dark tom, Crouchfoot had avoided Spiderleg like the plague (no pun intended.). Sure, he stepped up his warrior duties considerably- last nights catch was nothing to scoff at- but he felt awkward about the whole ordeal.
I shouldn't have to be told what to do like an apprentice! I'm useless, useless! he thought to himself as he emerged from the warrior's den, which still felt foreign to him after six days. He missed sleeping under the stars with his clanmates, feeling the breeze tug at his fur as he dreamt of chasing rabbits across the moor. The bad thoughts only worsened his self-esteem, and he trudged out of the den unhappily, feeling early morning dew cling to his fur. The ginger tom looked around camp expectantly, wondering who his next order would be coming from. He was surprised to see hardly anyone in camp, save for Pinenose, whose sharp tongue also meant he would be avoiding her.
I need to toughen up! he thought inwardly, though it did nothing but hrs his poor self-esteem even more. his depressive mood clung to him like a stubborn burr, and he made his way to the fresh-kill pile, only to find it just about empty. Anxiety flared in his chest, before he pushed it away with a grunt.
I can always hunt, it's not the end of the world. I won't... get the plague if I skip one meal, he tried to comfort himself, though he couldn't tell if the stone in his belly felt lighter or not.
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Post by Thrushmoon on Sept 19, 2016 8:43:27 GMT -5
Ever since his last confrontation with the dark tom, Crouchfoot had avoided Spiderleg like the plague (no pun intended.). Sure, he stepped up his warrior duties considerably- last nights catch was nothing to scoff at- but he felt awkward about the whole ordeal. I shouldn't have to be told what to do like an apprentice! I'm useless, useless! he thought to himself as he emerged from the warrior's den, which still felt foreign to him after six days. He missed sleeping under the stars with his clanmates, feeling the breeze tug at his fur as he dreamt of chasing rabbits across the moor. The bad thoughts only worsened his self-esteem, and he trudged out of the den unhappily, feeling early morning dew cling to his fur. The ginger tom looked around camp expectantly, wondering who his next order would be coming from. He was surprised to see hardly anyone in camp, save for Pinenose, whose sharp tongue also meant he would be avoiding her. I need to toughen up! he thought inwardly, though it did nothing but hrs his poor self-esteem even more. his depressive mood clung to him like a stubborn burr, and he made his way to the fresh-kill pile, only to find it just about empty. Anxiety flared in his chest, before he pushed it away with a grunt. I can always hunt, it's not the end of the world. I won't... get the plague if I skip one meal, he tried to comfort himself, though he couldn't tell if the stone in his belly felt lighter or not. Pinenose was drawn out of her wandering thoughts at movement out of the corner of her eye, she tilted her head to fully look at the cat passing by her. Crouchfoot. She hadn't actually seen much of the ginger tom lately, though to be fair she, and a fair bit of other clanmates, had been busy with building the up the clan that she wasn't actually that surprised that the quiet warrior had slipped by her. She twitched her whiskers, looking over him, she really didn't know him that well. Only that he was former Windclan like Harespring. She watched him wander slowly over to the thin fresh-kill pile, and she made a quiet face at how small it was. She new that Weaselfur had gone off to hunt, and judging by the fact that Kinkfur was missing meant that she had probably gone with him or was hunting on her own, again. Like she wasn't supposed to, made Pinenose sigh to herself. That cat was going to get herself killed. |
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Post by xfogpathx on Sept 19, 2016 18:28:29 GMT -5
"Of course not!" the warrior spit back with a snarl. "But there is more to do than building! Like finding food or training ourselves so we don't lose if we do get attacked. As much as I hate to say it, we need to start pooling our skills. All of us fight differently and it could hinder us if we don't learn to work together." He remembered before the plague, fighting so seamlessly along side his clan mates against the other clans. Each had their own way of battling that gave them the advantage. But those advantages could hinder each other in the heat of battle. Mousewhisker wasn't enthused about their current situation but he knew when to try and work together.
Mousewhisker took a deep breath through the nose and released with, trying to calm himself before he tried to talk about. "I'm getting restless here and if I can't focus, my work is going to be sub par." the tom said bluntly. "Why don't I try to take the apprentices out for sparring practice and work on this", he gestured with his muzzle to the wall. "when I get back?"
((Pinenose is going to be deputy right?))
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Post by Thrushmoon on Sept 20, 2016 8:58:54 GMT -5
(Yup, she'll be deputy)
Harespring huffed, as much as he didn't want to admit it, the young tom had a point. Do to the fact that Badgerclan was made up of all the former clans, their battle styles were, to put it mildy, were somewhat varied. He bit his tongue, thinking. There was some similar moves in every clan, like useful swipes and pounces, and even in Thunderclan and Shadowclan, do to them being forest clans, had a few tree moves that clans like Windclan couldn't use. However, Harespring, and the few other cats that had trained in the Dark Forest, had learned a few moves that Windclan couldn't give him, but he couldn't say that for the rest of the clan. "I realize that Mousewhisker, but we can't worry about that now." He said, and waved his tail toward the half finished barrier,"We need this bulit first, to protect the camp, then we can claw the ears off those rouges." The last thing they needed was a camp full of rouges, once they didn't have to worry about that, then they could teach each other clan moves.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 24, 2016 11:23:17 GMT -5
(@battlingfear will lose Willowshine if they don't come back soon. We need an active person for the med. cat)
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Post by Frozen on Sept 24, 2016 11:34:40 GMT -5
Indeed.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 11:44:17 GMT -5
The medicine cat's eyes slowly opened, her vision blurry. She could hear someone calling her, but part of her was unsure if it was a dream or for real. However, she quickly recognized the voice of Spiderleg. "Coming," she murmured as she pulled herself out of her nest. Warm light filtered on to her pelt through the roots of the tree, partially blocked by the familiar silhouette of the tom who had called for her. Stretching out, her mind reminded her that there could be another injury. Leaping up from her stretch, she padded over to the root entrance, then pushed her way through, landing in front of Spiderleg. "What do you need?" she meowed, trying to suppress a yawn. She noticed something in his eyes, but she couldn't place what it was. Nervousness? Pride? It seemed almost to be a mix. "Is something wrong?" she added, concern beginning to fill her chest.
[ Sorry about my late replies >~< ]
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 24, 2016 12:09:19 GMT -5
@battlingfear That's okay, I was getting worried lol) Spiderleg's claws worked the ground as he waited for her to come to him. Nervousness fluttered in his chest. He normally wasn't much of a worrier, but for some reason he couldn't get over this kind of worry. It was an intense kind, unlike any other he'd ever experienced. He couldn't pin the source of it, however. It clearly wasn't worry over whether or not he was meant to be leader. No, that had been sorted out. This was a different kind of worry. When Willowshine finally appeared, he sighed with relief. Now things could get moving. He launched right into it, his voice betraying none of his worry. "You need to come with me to the Moonpool. I'm going to become BadgerClan's leader, I've decided. I'm the only one for it. I'm the only one who can get these cats off of their tails and working. Come with me. I need a medicine cat. I don't even know where it is. You're the only cat that does." He looked at her seriously, hoping that she'd understand that he wasn't joking about this. He knew that he was the only cat able enough to serve BadgerClan as its leader. Any other cat would get them all captured or killed. He knew more than them, as he was more experienced. Therefore, he would make the perfect leader. He hoped she saw that. His eyes blazed with a mixture of determination and desire. He thought about sitting up on that branch addressing the Clan, and the thrill it had given him. It had come so naturally to him. It had felt so good. Soon, he would be able to do it again. ( Thrushmoon How about Petal kits while they're gone, just for some drama?) |
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Post by Frozen on Sept 24, 2016 12:14:41 GMT -5
I need something to RP, so that sounds fine to me XD)
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Post by Thrushmoon on Sept 24, 2016 14:28:41 GMT -5
( Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ sounds good to me, Pinenose has some limited medical knowledge so she could help. Pinenose might also get an updated profile too like Weaselfur, now that I've started to get a handle on how her personality is, but that'll come later.) Petalfur shifted in her nest a bit as her stomach rolled uncomfortably, the past few days she felt like she was steadily growing to be for her pelt, and the thought had frightened the young queen. Could it be that the sickness wasn't as gone as they hoped it was? That it was just waiting to take them down like a waiting predator? She dug her claws into her moss nest and rolled onto her side to get some of the pressure of her stomach, and tried to force those thoughts from her head, but they lingered still. It was probably just a side effect of being so heavy with kits, she reasoned, feeling a shiver pass through her pelt. She settled down on her nest and tried to relax, but the feeling lingered. |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 24, 2016 17:05:47 GMT -5
(Sounds good to me)
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Post by Frozen on Sept 25, 2016 15:36:23 GMT -5
Amberpaw poked her head in the nursery once again. Obeying orders from Spiderleg that stated that Petalfur was in need of more prey, most likely due to being close to kitting, she had a plump mouse in her jaws. She wasn't the one to catch it, but she had to admit it was a lucky catch. "I brought this for you," she called as she entered the den.
Seeing Petalfur's uncomfortable position, she frowned. "Is everything all right?" she asked softly, stepping forward. She set the mouse down in front of the queen, quickly sniffing for any signs of sickness. She breathed a sigh of relief as there was none - only the scent of a typical nursery. If Petalfur had caught the plague, BadgerClan would be doomed.
Amberpaw noted the queen's size. Was it almost time for her to be kitting? She wondered if that was the case. Petalfur had been expecting ever since the ThunderClan cats met her. While BadgerClan was formed only a week ago, Amberpaw couldn't deny that Petalfur was not as slim as she was - with no disrespect.
Leaftail padded back into camp quietly, a couple of mice hanging from his jaws. Nothing more than an ordinary hunt, he simply brought prey back for the Clan to eat. He somewhat wished he could find a rabbit, but such pickings would be rarer than a StarClan cat in the new territory.
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Post by xfogpathx on Sept 25, 2016 19:31:56 GMT -5
((Hey, sorry I havent replied yet. ^^; I cant figure out how I want Mousewhisker to respond.))
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 26, 2016 17:03:56 GMT -5
@battlingfear
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2016 17:31:36 GMT -5
Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ
Willowshine slightly jumped at the tom's sudden words. She was normally used to the tom speaking with more of a slow movement, and a smoother tone. Now, seeing him with a passion in his voice, she couldn't help but be taken aback. Listening to him, shed nodded a few times through his words to make sure he knew she was listening. When he stopped, she paused a moment, the thought of Spiderleg being leader on her mind.
"Of course." The response came from her quicker than she expected, as if she wasn't the one to say it. "You've proven yourself liable for the position," she added quickly. He had been in a leader's position many times since the clan had been founded, no matter how close it had been ago. He had shown his abilities quickly; he would, indeed, be a just and fair leader. The sudden remembrance of her knowledge of Moonpool soon laid heavily on her. She was the only one who knew of it. No other living cat had been there before, besides herself. The thought weighed on her, bringing about feelings of pride and worry for that information.
"If we're leaving tonight, we'll need herbs," she meowed briskly, her mind snapping into medicine mode. Her mind quickly went over several liable herbs to be used for traveling. Sorrel, lamb's ear, daisy leaf... She made a quick list of the herbs she would need, keeping them in her thoughts so she could gather them from her storage and prepare them. "Just let me know when we're leaving," she meowed to Spiderleg.
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