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Post by flytes, on Aug 23, 2017 15:33:24 GMT -5
Birchstar
As a light wind stirred some stubbornly growing grasses near the edge of camp, Birchstar snapped his head around, eyes narrowing. He glared at the grasses before sweeping his gaze around the clearing one final time. That could easily have been an enemy sneaking up on him, ready to claim his last life. His gray pelt bristled stubbornly at the thought. If he was honest with himself, it was sure to be one of those mangy SkyClan warriors. They weren't to be trusted especially after events that had only recently occurred.
Birchstar suppressed a soft growl as dim memories of what'd happened were drawn up. He jumped up, claws scraping against stone as he started padding toward the medicine cat's den. His daughter - his own kin - had betrayed him. He knew what she sought to hide from her Clan. It enraged him and he had the brief, wild thought of trying to ensure she lost the litter, but his grisly idea would likely have left the Clan without a medicine cat altogether. So maybe it was better that he waited in the shadows for the moment of their birth. ThunderClan had come too far to be extinguished by ungrateful half-Clan kits who would surely betray them in the future.
Birchstar had made it only halfway through the clearing before he thought of this, so he merely stood in the center of camp, ragged pelt bristling in all directions with his cold, unfeeling yellow gaze staring vacantly in the direction of the medicine cat's den. His tail was the only thing moving, lashing as if of its own accord while he weighed his options.
[rain, if you want to subject thornpaw to birchstar, go for it xD]
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 23, 2017 17:06:39 GMT -5
[ Hey! I'll put a few replies up in a bit. I'll also have patrols for next week set up.] |
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 24, 2017 7:50:12 GMT -5
m i d-m o r n i n g b r a m b l e h e a r t f o r e s t  "Hopefully. He scares me too sometimes." the tom tried to comfort the apprentice. He chuckled at the next statement. "No ThunderClan cat is a coward. Everyone has a reason to be scared of something. My mother was scared of spiders. She always hated how they looked and walked. She was a warrior, scared of some insect thing." Brambleheart's attempt to lighten the mood didn't sit well with him. "Well,I respect Birchstar, but I fear the Birchstar we know is no longer there. If the herbs help, maybe we can see a glimpse of him before he fell... ill." Ill would be the best term for the deputy to use now. Birchstar's rapid decline was something ThunderClan could not afford to give away to the other Clans. They padded onward and Brambleheart dug up the squirrel, shaking it lightly to dust off the dirt. "You did a good ob scenting that. You'll be a great tracker and hunter some day."
m i d-m o r n i n g t h o r n p a w c a m p  "Birchstar?" a mew came from across the clearing. Thornpaw placed his bundle of moss carefully in the cool ferns that rested in the shade of the camp. He noted the frightening appearance, as if he was planning something awful. "I-I have moss for your bedding. Would you like me to escort you to your den? I can place the moss however you desire it." the small brown tabby meowed, concerned that the ThunderClan leader would leave camp without a patrol with him.
"Or I can fetch you some fresh-kill." Thornpaw offered. He silenced himself to avoid any of the leader's scorn. While he didn't want him leaving camp, a severe tongue-lashing scared the tom out of his wits. He hurriedly lapped at his chest fur in hopes of hiding any fear he was showing. A hunting patrol would be coming back soon, so if Birchstar left, he wouldn't get too far.. Then again, the ordeal of chasing down a leader that had seemingly lost his mind was scary enough. Birchstar was a tactician in his day, born from the world of war. It wouldn't surprise the young apprentice if the tom decided to fight his own Clanmates. |
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 24, 2017 8:29:01 GMT -5
a n n o u n c e m e n t I won't be on much, if at all, Saturday. I probably will be in the evening, but I may be too tired. I'm going with my parents to something called Frog Follies. It's a large car show with 40's and older cars. It's a yearly thing and I decided to go with them this time. If my characters are needed, the admins may role-play if absolutely needed. The admins can also accept and deny characters and members for ThunderClan. Danke! :3 |
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Post by whispering on Aug 24, 2017 17:55:08 GMT -5
posting my starters now <3
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Post by whispering on Aug 24, 2017 17:56:36 GMT -5
Mossywish
ThunderClan Camp // Mid-Morning // Tags
A low, raspy, purr rumbled in her throat as her forelegs stretched before her. Her back arched in a delicious stretch. Plumed tail quivering as she did so. Once the dappled feline straightened she twisted around to smooth down the fur along her spine. Pilling back the stray moss and feathers that had clung to her pelt, once apart of her nest. Powerful tongue swiping steadily over all the bits and pieces. Mossywish wasn't exactly grooming her multi-colored pelt, just making herself look somewhat presentable. Despite how wild her pelage still was. When she was sure the debris was all off she made her way outside of the warrior's den. Careful not to step her giant paws on any of her clanmates. As she exited, Mossywish was surprised at how humid it was. A sigh escaping her maw. The past few nights were already stuffy enough. It was bound to rain soon enough. Then I'd be happier than a newly appointed apprentice.
As she made her way into the clearing, Mossywish looked around. Noting that only a few cats were out in the clearing. Out on patrol. She assumed with a small sigh, trotting over to a quiet corner in camp. Not too far away from the fresh-kill pile. With a grunt, she flopped down onto her haunches, beginning to groom her pelt back into place. She'd have to wait for some other's to accompany her before heading out. What better way was there to kill time other than grooming? Her mind listed plenty of better ways there were to start off a day, but the molly ignored them. Mossywish's perfect version of a perfect morning was making sure your pelt was properly groomed. Who in there right mind wanted to step out of camp with a mess coat? Not me.
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Post by Matija on Aug 24, 2017 19:05:39 GMT -5
Ashsong - Camp
As a soft breeze ran into her den, Ashsong carefully re organized her herbs, by color, then names & lastly by size, proud of her work she slowly started creeping out of her den, trying not to look at the fresh kill pile. In her mind, she thought of all the claw marks, each one different than the other. Everything was telling her to check them out and tell warriors to get more with symmetrical claw marks, but just then she remembered, no one else but her cared, all the work she put in every day just for cats to mess it up, to yell at her for fixing their nests. Her shoulders sagged, her tail dropped down and she started to pad out of camp. A stronger breeze awaited her and she welcomed it peacefully.
{Heh, I'm at school right now, I can only get this up I think, around 4 hours from now I can keep roleplaying, but I might be able to get one more post up if I'm lucky}
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 24, 2017 19:46:29 GMT -5
[ Whoo! I'm home. I'll reply to you guys shortly.] |
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 24, 2017 20:03:28 GMT -5
m i d - m o r n i n g h o u n d t o o t h m e d d y d e n  Houndtooth was waiting near the medicine cat den, leaning onto his right side. On a border patrol, he had slipped and fallen, twisting his front left paw. While he could move it, it hurt a lot and made it difficult to walk on. He needed the assistance of his Clanmates to get back to camp, ending the patrol short due to his little injury. It was quite embarrassing, a large tom like him being taken town by something so trivial. He knew Ashsong was picking out prey, but he couldn't help but feel annoyed that she couldn't look at his paw first. "Oh well, just be patient." he thought to himself. He avoided his son and Birchstar noting the tom looking aggressively at the medicine cat's den. "I wonder what Ashsong did to anger her father." the black tom wondered. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by Featherwing on Aug 24, 2017 21:16:17 GMT -5
Bearpaw - Forest  Brambleheart's words soothed Bearpaw if only for a moment, "We'll figure it out. We're ThunderClan" the apprentice put all his confidence in his statement, tail flicking determinedly. "Lets go back to camp then. We're not doing anything useful out here" Bearpaw glared down at his paw, the sliver of wood sticking out of it. Sucking in a breath, he leaned down grabbed the splinter and yanked it out in a swift jerk of the head. Of course, he wasn't really trained to do so cleanly, so he tore his pad a bit. "Ouch" he grumbled, ears flicking back as his pad throbbed. The blood welled up like little droplets of red dew against a dark, leathery leaf. Shaking himself out of his revere, Bearpaw delicately tested his pad against the ground, "We can go now. I'll get it fixed when we get home." He really didn't want to stay outside for much longer, skin crawling at the thought of his brother being in camp alone with his mother and the unstable leader. Who is worse, Waspwing or Birchstar– no one will ever know Bearpaw thought bitterly.
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Post by Matija on Aug 25, 2017 0:31:05 GMT -5
m i d - m o r n i n g h o u n d t o o t h m e d d y d e n Houndtooth was waiting near the medicine cat den, leaning onto his right side. On a border patrol, he had slipped and fallen, twisting his front left paw. While he could move it, it hurt a lot and made it difficult to walk on. He needed the assistance of his Clanmates to get back to camp, ending the patrol short due to his little injury. It was quite embarrassing, a large tom like him being taken town by something so trivial. He knew Ashsong was picking out prey, but he couldn't help but feel annoyed that she couldn't look at his paw first. "Oh well, just be patient." he thought to himself. He avoided his son and Birchstar noting the tom looking aggressively at the medicine cat's den. "I wonder what Ashsong did to anger her father." the black tom wondered. He spotted Mossywish and let out a call to her. "How are you?" he yowled to the she-cat. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf Ashsong - Camp
After a quick trip to the forest, she came back with what she needed after remembering that she was missing half of her herbs due to... Things. Looking at Houndtooth she nodded, beckoning him to come in. Feeling a gaze settle on her back she whirled around to meet her father's eyes, ducking her head down, guilt and fear rushed over her, I can't believe that he found out, I was hoping to give them to SkyClan, covering up all our mistakes, but no, Birchstar found out and killed him, creating a feud between them. As they reached the den she began to look at his foot.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 25, 2017 9:26:47 GMT -5
m i d - m o r n i n g h o u n d t o o t h m e d d y d e n "Morning, Ashsong." the black cat mewed. He winced when she touched his paw, but he attempted to hide his pain. "Is everything alright?" he asked, noting something was off about the she-cat. She seemed to be more absent-minded in his opinion and had been leaving camp often. As far as he knew, there wasn't an outbreak. "Perhaps she and Brambleheart are conflicted on Birchstar.. He has been a bit worse lately." Houndtooth thought to himself. He looked around the den, admiring her skills at keeping it nice and tidy. "You never have the apprentices help with your den, do you? It's always so neat and clean." the tom purred. [ Don't worry, Vin! (If I may call you that.) We all get caught up in things. ] coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by whispering on Aug 25, 2017 12:20:43 GMT -5
MossywishThunderClan Camp // Mid-Morning // ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁
Moments had passed since Mossywish had first begun her grooming. And she'd successfully finished, her dappled pelt now gleaming. The moll was just heading over to the fresh-kill pile when someone called out her name. Pausing in her tracks and looking out for the victim. Eyes gleaming when she spotted who'd called her- Houndear. The black tom standing just outside Ashsong's den, and moments later the young medicine cat joined him. Prey can wait. She told herself before trotting over to the pair, tail and head raise hi. As she neared, Mossywish called a cordial greeting, "Good morning Houndear, Ashsong. I'm doing fine, thank you," She dipped her head to Houndear, glancing over at his paw as she did so. Giving a slight chuckle. "Its a bit early for that, eh?" Glancing over at Ashsong, Mossywish couldn't help but notice how troubled the she-cat looked. Perhaps it was medicine cat stuff. But I could be wrong. "And how're you?" |
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 25, 2017 12:21:07 GMT -5
m i d-m o r n i n g b r a m b l e h e a r t f o r e s t Nodding in response, the tom nudged the two ThunderClan cats onwards. "Beepurr, can I talk to you when we get back to camp?" he asked. "It may be early, but I want to make sure the apprentices are doing alright with their training. This is his first apprentice, so I want to see if he's alright with a quick assessment. I need to check the others as well." he thought as the group padded along. "I also need to take Dandelionpaw out today. I think I'll have her show me what she's learned." With Birchstar acting like he is, Brambleheart felt the pressure of taking everything on his own. He needed to have Birchstar eat poppy seeds so the deputy could quietly conduct Clan meetings. He also made sure that Birchstar stayed home during full moons. While the other Clans know something is up with their leader, they will not know the truth. Brambleheart would try his best to make the Clan look strong despite the weakness of a poor leader. [ Not going to have the credit to myself, makes it look weird with the occ. We'll have a timeskip to early sunhigh, so prepare for that. :3 ] e a r l y s u n h i g h i c e w h i s k e r c a m p  Icewhisker had just come out of the warriors den. Stretching each limb to get the sleep out, she let out a large yawn. She was supposed to be going on the sunhigh patrol fairly soon, but she still felt exhausted. The gray tabby glanced around the camp, looking for the other members of the patrols. She soon spotted Gingerpaw and bounded towards her. "Hello, Gingerpaw!" she greeted the ginger tabby. "Lovely day so far, don't you agree?" coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf e a r l y s u n h i g h h o u n d t o o t h m e d d y d e n Distracted, the tom answered the tortoiseshell. "Early for what?" he asked, only to shake his head to clear it. "My apologies, Mossywish. I don't think I can join your patrol. I lost my footing and slid down some rocks. I had to have help getting back to camp." the tom confessed, looking a bit embarrassed. Though his words were genuine and it wasn't like him to avoid patrols. He was actually active in Clan life, and rarely anything stopped him. After battles, he would volunteer to at least take a patrol around the border and either be rejectedbdue tot the severity of his wounds or be praised by his son, Thornpaw. |
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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Aug 25, 2017 12:47:02 GMT -5
 { d a n d e l i o n p a w } t i m e p l a c e the beautiful calico molly had woken up early that morning, having gone on the dawn patrol. one of the warriors had told her she could go back to her nest to sleep for a while, so that's what she did. dandelionpaw hardly ever dreamed of anything, but that time she did. it was a simple dream, really. catching mice in the forest- getting her warrior name. in her dream, it was dandelionfluff- in honor of her tufty fur. she actually enjoyed that name. however, just as the clan began to chant her name, she felt a sharp kick in her ribs.
groggily, the she-cat opened her eyes and glared over at the culprit, seeing a sleeping apprentice. annoyance spread through her mind but she decided to get up. she was wasting the day away. plus she wanted to get out and show brambleheart what she could do. flicking the moss out of her fur, she padded out of the den and gazed around. from what she could tell, it was almost sunhigh. a patrol probably already went out. she missed it, but it didn't matter to her. she perched herself right outside the apprentice den, sitting down and cleaning her messed up fur. her golden colored eyes closed for a few moments, licking her chest fur. the molly spat out a few pieces of stray moss, shaking her head. "how i manage to get so much moss in my fur is beyond me." she grunted, shaking her head a bit. once she was all clean- to her standards- she glanced around the clearing, hoping to see brambleheart. she really wanted to go train. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by dou on Aug 25, 2017 12:49:27 GMT -5
 beepurr ✩ camp It had been a bit since he had returned back to camp. He was sitting carefully, watching over the camp before a thought ran through his head. Brambleheart wanted to speak to him about something. His ears perked as his soft copper eyes scanned the campgrounds. Quickly spotting the ginger warrior, the buff-hued tom let himself get to his paws, stretching out his lengthy limbs before he decided to slowly make his way over. His tail swayed slowly, his ears perking softly before he let out a gentle meow of greeting.
"Hello, Brambleheart!" Beepurr spoke, his head dipping in respect. The deputy had done so much better at leading than Birchstar ever had- and since he was getting older and, well...crazy, Brambleheart was closer to being leader than anything else. "You said you had to speak to me, correct?" he questioned, settling down and letting his tail curl around his muscular frame. |
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Post by dou on Aug 25, 2017 13:05:59 GMT -5
 gingerpaw ✩ camp The small ginger tabby had her tail curled around her petite frame, her harsh green eyes closed as she let her sandpaper tongue rasp against her wavy fur. The lynx-like apprentice soon heard Icewhisker's voice enter her ears, and her head snapped up as her whiskers pushed forward. She stuttered a bit, her ears angling back in nervousness. "I, uh... Y-yeah. It's n-nice," she began, her paws shuffling at the ground as she looked down, her tail flicking softly with embarrassment. She let her bright green eyes focus on the grey warrior, her ears flicking softly. "I, uh.. How a-are you?" Gingerpaw asked, her voice low. |
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 25, 2017 13:06:56 GMT -5
e a r l y s u n h i g h b r a m b l e h e a r t f o r e s t "Yes. I was wanting to know if you and I could take Bearpaw and Dandelionpaw out tomorrow for some training. Maybe even an early assessment for Bearpaw?" he asked. "I don't doubt your ability, but I'd like to see what he's learned. The earlier we catch on what he's lacking, the better we can adjust his training to properly suit him." Brambleheart added, feeling a bit a pride with how he worded it. The deputy noticed his apprentice out of the corner of his eye. Dandelionpaw was a fine apprentice and he was proud to be her mentor. "Beepurr, why don't you rest this afternoon? You've earned it, and Bearpaw, too!" he replied, adding a quick farewell to meet with his apprentice. "How was the patrol earlier?" the tom inquired. He couldn't wait to test his apprentice and have her possibly go against Bearpaw tomorrow. He'd have her go easy, then gradually harder and harder. Bearpaw was smart despite being fidgety and clumsy. He relied on his brother and there may be a day when he has to stand alone. Brambleheart wanted to nudge Bearpaw in the right direction. e a r l y s u n h i g h i c e w h i s k e r c a m p The she-cat purred, not noticing the nerves grabbing tightly onto poor Gingerpaw. "I'm great. Today will be just wonderful. I'm really excited for our patrol! Do you know who's leading?" the gray warrior swiftly asked. Her eyes were warm and she was in such a wonderful mood. The sun dappling her pelt felt so great. She loved greenleaf and would hate seeing it go. However, the leaf-fall sunsets and sunrises were to die for. Icewhisker greatly contrasted with her sister. Snowhawk was cold and hateful towards outsiders, but Icewhisker was relaxed and warming. Of course, while she may be cheery, she knew when to be serious. |
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Post by Featherwing on Aug 25, 2017 13:53:36 GMT -5
Bearpaw - Camp "Ashsong? I got a splinter a while ago, but I pulled it out. Just wanna make sure it's not gonna get gross or something" Bearpaw cradled his left forepaw to his chest as he hopped into the medicine den. His paw had stopped bleeding a while ago, the blood and dirt crusting over the tear like a sore. His nose twitched, recognizing a familiar scent amongst the herbal stench. "Houndtooth!" Bearpaw chirped merrily, eyes alight at the sight of his father. "Are you hurt? What happened?" Peppering the questions at the warrior, the youth ran his eyes over Houndtooth only to settle on his paw. "You hurt your paw too? We're like twins!" This weird twist of fate made Bearpaw inexplicably happy. He adored the thought of being similar to his father.
Waspwing - Forest  A mouse scuttled, tossing leaves as it searched for nuts or whatever mice ate. Waspwing watched, eyes narrowed in on it. It moved with apparent carelessness. Fool she thought with a snide curl of her muzzle. A pause, just the length of a full heart beat. Lub-dub. Waspwing struck, the rustle of undergrowth, a squeal of fright, then silence. Lifting her head, mouse firmly caught in her jaws, Waspwing felt satisfaction crawl over her. Her small stature was worth something at least. Strength I don't have, but intelligence, well. That I have. Her mood darkened quite quickly when she finished her thought, brow furrowing. Bitterness creeped in, like vines slowly strangling a tree. She wondered if Bearpaw was successful in the hunt he went on earlier that morning. Probably not, he's too boarish. She sighed, her son was such a disappointment. Muscle, nothing else within him. Or, nothing that she noticed. Thornpaw was a mite better, but only a mite. He too was a disappointment, so small. Like her. Pathetic.
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Post by Matija on Aug 25, 2017 14:46:42 GMT -5
m i d - m o r n i n g h o u n d t o o t h m e d d y d e n "Morning, Ashsong." the black cat mewed. He winced when she touched his paw, but he attempted to hide his pain. "Is everything alright?" he asked, noting something was off about the she-cat. She seemed to be more absent-minded in his opinion and had been leaving camp often. As far as he knew, there wasn't an outbreak. "Perhaps she and Brambleheart are conflicted on Birchstar.. He has been a bit worse lately." Houndtooth thought to himself. He looked around the den, admiring her skills at keeping it nice and tidy. "You never have the apprentices help with your den, do you? It's always so neat and clean." the tom purred. [ Don't worry, Vin! (If I may call you that.) We all get caught up in things. ] coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf Ashsong - Medicine cat den
Ignoring his first question, she toke focus on his last as Ashsong felt slightly better after hearing that, "I've let an apprentice try to clean it, sadly it just got messier than before" The she-cat said, her father still on her mind. "What did you do to your paw?" She asked, trying to get off that topic, looking at his paw while he explained. Seeing where it had been twisted she carefully tapped that area, after he winced she realized she would have to get him distracted if she didn't want to annoy her father. Tapping his head with one paw she quickly twisted his paw back into place. "How does it feel now?" She said, both her paws on the ground.
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Post by Matija on Aug 25, 2017 14:56:44 GMT -5
Bearpaw - Camp "Ashsong? I got a splinter a while ago, but I pulled it out. Just wanna make sure it's not gonna get gross or something" Bearpaw cradled his left forepaw to his chest as he hopped into the medicine den. His paw had stopped bleeding a while ago, the blood and dirt crusting over the tear like a sore. His nose twitched, recognizing a familiar scent amongst the herbal stench. "Houndtooth!" Bearpaw chirped merrily, eyes alight at the sight of his father. "Are you hurt? What happened?" Peppering the questions at the warrior, the youth ran his eyes over Houndtooth only to settle on his paw. "You hurt your paw too? We're like twins!" This weird twist of fate made Bearpaw inexplicably happy. He adored the thought of being similar to his father.
Waspwing - Forest A mouse scuttled, tossing leaves as it searched for nuts or whatever mice ate. Waspwing watched, eyes narrowed in on it. It moved with apparent carelessness. Fool she thought with a snide curl of her muzzle. A pause, just the length of a full heart beat. Lub-dub. Waspwing struck, the rustle of undergrowth, a squeal of fright, then silence. Lifting her head, mouse firmly caught in her jaws, Waspwing felt satisfaction crawl over her. Her small stature was worth something at least. Strength I don't have, but intelligence, well. That I have. Her mood darkened quite quickly when she finished her thought, brow furrowing. Bitterness crept in, like vines slowly strangling a tree. She wondered if Bearpaw was successful in the hunt he went on earlier that morning. Probably not, he's too boarish. She sighed, her son was such a disappointment. Muscle, nothing else within him. Or, nothing that she noticed. Thornpaw was a mite better, but only a mite. He too was a disappointment, so small. Like her. Pathetic.
Ashsong - Medicine cat den
After finishing up with Houndtooth, she started with Bearpaw. Seeing all the blood and dirt crusted around his wound she said
"Bearpaw, I thought I already told you if you get a splinter to keep it clean" Grabbing a leaf, cobwebs, and ointment she made earlier today, she carefully cleaned out Bearpaws pad. Her mind started to drift off downing this, over to her father on the other side of camp. Quickly finishing off she wrapped a cobweb over the ointment, "Don't tear it off" She said sternly, remembering a time when an apprentice had and it had gotten really infected. |
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Post by whispering on Aug 25, 2017 14:58:37 GMT -5
[ lol, its a little crowded in the medicine den right about now. would it be fine to skip to the patrol she's supposed to be leading?]
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 25, 2017 15:16:00 GMT -5
[ lol, its a little crowded in the medicine den right about now. would it be fine to skip to the patrol she's supposed to be leading?] [ Go ahead, do whatever best fits you. :3] |
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Post by whispering on Aug 25, 2017 16:16:11 GMT -5
[alrighty then! sorry this is so late. as far as patrols go, how is this supposed to work? since this is still pretty new should we still roleplay them here or....]
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ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁
Official ThunderClan & ElmClan Leader
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 25, 2017 16:33:17 GMT -5
[ You can go ahead and post on the border page for border patrols. Hunting patrols will be role-played here. :3 Also, disregard all the medicine cat stuff for now, please.] |
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Post by Featherwing on Aug 25, 2017 16:37:48 GMT -5
[ Aight ]
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Post by flytes, on Aug 25, 2017 16:42:03 GMT -5
[so to be clear, ashsong is not the medicine cat then, correct? Someone else is taking that position now instead? New kin for Birchy??]
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Bisexual
#ffc5c5
Official Queen of Fan Clans
Name Colour
ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁
Official ThunderClan & ElmClan Leader
Easing back in
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 25, 2017 16:44:59 GMT -5
[ Right now it's open. :3 Ashsong is a warrior. Sorry for the confusion.] |
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Post by flytes, on Aug 26, 2017 21:11:35 GMT -5
m i d-m o r n i n g t h o r n p a w c a m p "Birchstar?" a mew came from across the clearing. Thornpaw placed his bundle of moss carefully in the cool ferns that rested in the shade of the camp. He noted the frightening appearance, as if he was planning something awful. "I-I have moss for your bedding. Would you like me to escort you to your den? I can place the moss however you desire it." the small brown tabby meowed, concerned that the ThunderClan leader would leave camp without a patrol with him.
"Or I can fetch you some fresh-kill." Thornpaw offered. He silenced himself to avoid any of the leader's scorn. While he didn't want him leaving camp, a severe tongue-lashing scared the tom out of his wits. He hurriedly lapped at his chest fur in hopes of hiding any fear he was showing. A hunting patrol would be coming back soon, so if Birchstar left, he wouldn't get too far.. Then again, the ordeal of chasing down a leader that had seemingly lost his mind was scary enough. Birchstar was a tactician in his day, born from the world of war. It wouldn't surprise the young apprentice if the tom decided to fight his own Clanmates. Birchstar 
There was a voice nagging at Birchstar's attention and he snapped his head around, taking in the sight of Thornpaw gazing uncertainly at him. The small tabby had been gathering moss and was now offering to escort him to his den. He curled his lip in a sneer and shook his head. "That will not be necessary. Leave the moss by my den. I'll make my own nest." After all, he wasn't some helpless kit and he certainly wasn't an elder that needed an apprentice to do this for him. Never mind that he was definitely one of the oldest cats living around the lake.
He also declined the fresh-kill that was offered. "I should like to catch something myself, actually. Perhaps I'll go hunting." He stared hard at Thornpaw as if daring him to object. He had noticed that his Clanmates were watching him, although he didn't seem to understand exactly why they were doing so. They did try to keep him closely supervised and he had the sneaking suspicion that maybe they were trying to make him appear weak to the other Clans or perhaps rid ThunderClan of him for good. He had to keep an eye on everything. There was no way that he was letting his guard down.
[I'm so sorry, I've been so darned busy lately! I saw that we're time skipping soon?]
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Bisexual
#ffc5c5
Official Queen of Fan Clans
Name Colour
ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁
Official ThunderClan & ElmClan Leader
Easing back in
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 27, 2017 8:59:58 GMT -5
m i d-m o r n i n g t h o r n p a w c a m p "Oh! I'll go with you!" the apprentice mewed excitedly. However, the tom was not excited. He was opening himself up for ridicule. Birchstar probably knew something was up and the tom wanted to make sure his leader had someone to watch him. Thornpaw braced himself for whatever response his leader would throw at him. No matter what, he'd be persistent in accompanying him. [Replies may be shorter. I'm dealing with a really bad sunburn that is very distracting. ;3;]
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