Pansexual
Aɪʀ
i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 11, 2017 18:28:10 GMT -5
» a fire has swept through the majority of the lake territories, destroying the order of the four once powerful clans. the pine & oak forests have been burned to a crisp, and the moors are coated in smut and ash. dozens of cats died in this horrendous tragedy, and the surviving cats have either fled the territories completely or have taken shelter within riverclan and the gathering island.«
» You can hop into the RP at any time. Just be sure to include your character(s)'s joining form(s) with your starter, and join in on the developing plot! (no more than 10 cats per person. do not join with more cats than you can keep up with! start off small and work your way up as you grow more familiar and comfortable with the rp)
» Speaking of plot, I learned that the best RPs occur when events aren't thoroughly planned out in advanced. So just keep that in mind! So long as you don't suddenly stir something crucial up like another fire or a badger attack or something, feel free to create drama!
» Please follow basic forum rules. Don't be rude, avoid conflict with one another ooc, and just have a good time! Please try to be literate, or at least semi-literate. Not every post needs to be an essay, just avoid making consistent grammatical errors or I may ask you to leave.
PLEASE NOTE: The fire started in ThunderClan and then spread to ShadowClan and most of WindClan. No one survived in ThunderClan, and very few ShadowClan cats survived. Not everyone who applies for a ShadowClan cat will be approved!! Many cats in WindClan also died, but there were slightly more survivors. Many of RiverClan are currently dying of smoke inhalation and starvation, as well as the survivors.
currently NOT accepting: - shadowclan queens - loners / rogues / kittypets
desperately seeking: - riverclan warriors - riverclan queens & kits
joining. cat's name | gender | age | clan & status | sexuality brief description of appearance and personality. screenname
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available positions up-for-grabs. riverclan leader (2 lives left)
riverclan deputy riverclan medicine cat
windclan medicine cat apprentice
windclan deputy
shadowclan medicine cat
The Cats.
names in gold are available for adoption/ to be claimed!
Yellowstar | Tom | 65 moons | Riverclan Leader | Heterosexual Large golden brown tabby tom with a lighter belly and muzzle and white front paws, tail tip, and throat. His fur is thick yet sleek and shiny, a courtesy of the fish he feasts on daily. He has wide-set shoulders and large, fluffy paws to accommodate for his massive size, and his pale yellow eyes are always narrowed intimidatingly. As his appearance dictates, Yellowstar is rather harsh and impatient. He does a pretty good job at biting his tongue for the most part, but he sometimes slips up and insults others when they do not reach his expectations. He often finds solace in his deputy, who assures him that yelling isn't always the best solution. He practices breathing exercises to keep himself from saying things he may regret later. In terms of physical encounters, Yellowstar can actually be quite gentle. He can control how much force and weight he puts into his attacks, which comes in handy when battle training with apprentices and younger warriors. This is all in complete contrast with his tongue, which he can't seem to get under control for some reason. Aɪʀ ♡ Kᴏɪ
Nighttail | Tom | 40 moons | Shadowclan Deputy | Heterosexual Pitch black lanky tom with a white underbelly, spikey short fur and unsettling amber eyes. The once positive and headstrong warrior has become rather secluded and anti-social. He doesn't speak unless spoken to, and his forced-optimism can easily be seen through. Life after the fire has been harsh on him and it's becoming increasingly difficult for the tom to stay motivated to do anything. Aɪʀ ♡ Kᴏɪ
Beesplash | She-cat | 30 Moons | Riverclan Deputy | Heterosexual A thick furred she-cat. She has a calico pelt with a mainly white muzzle. Her tail is mainly black with an soft orange tail. Her tail tip has a crook in it that makes a small piece of her tail always pointing down. She has bright yellow eyes. She is sensible, cautious and compassionate. She tends to put those she cares about before herself and this can often lead to both brave and self destructive behavior. Beesplash tends to be prideful at times as well as a people pleaser. brambleflight
Flamerose | She-cat | 45 moons old | Windclan deputy | Heterosexual A red tabby she-cat with white paws and a white tipped tail. Her eyes are a dark green. She's long-legged and thin, like most WindClan cats. Flamerose has always been rather serious and straight forward, so her attitude hasn't changed much since the fire. Because of her attitude, she hasn't shown much sadness over the loss of their Clanmates and instead, she's mostly kept her own fears and feelings to herself throughout the ordeal and has tried to stay strong for her Clan. Blaze
Thistleflower | Tom | 26 Moons | Shadowclan Medicine Cat | Pansexual Thistleflower is a small, rather unintimidating tom at first glance. He has long, puffy fur that is a light, dusty brown, with darker brown markings around his muzzle, tail and hind legs. All of his paws are white, except for his front left, which is the same brown color as the majority of his fur. His eyes are a deep yellow and quite big, often seen as rather friendly and welcoming. Before the fire, he had mostly minded his own business and had a reputation of having a surprisingly sharp tongue. Now, with Nighttail not doing so well, he has stepped up to care for his injured clanmates in such a desperate time of need. Brownie created by: ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽
Flurryfoot | She-cat | 38 moons | Riverclan Medicine Cat | Heterosexual A dilute calico she-cat with more gray on her than any other color. She has a couple splashes of pale orange along her flank and tail, as well as a prominent area of orange splattered across the right side of her face; overall, she has a very dusky and almost blurry look to her. She is of an average size and sports a thick coat that is very healthy and soft to the touch. She can be a touch hectic at times, always on the go-go-go, and as such is always busy with something or another. She is a kind-hearted cat to her core, disliking conflict and makes no discrimination based on clan relation; she is the quintessential medicine cat type. This tradgedy has not been kind to her psyche, and she feels personally responsible for the all the deaths of the clansfolk she deemed to be within her control. Dagegen5
Lichenpaw | She-cat | 15 Moons | Windclan Medicine Cat Apprentice | Straight A jet black she cat with medium-short tamed silky fur, she has a feather like tail with lynx like ears tips and a small lion's like mane; She has Bright Green eyes. She is Compassionate, Patient, and Sweet. ✦ Milk tea ✦
Lilyfern | She-cat | 14 moons | Riverclan Warrior | Bisexual, leaning gay Small, pale tabby and white she-cat with thick, fluffy fur and round light green eyes. She's kind-hearted and shy, always wanting to make others feel better. She's a pushover and has a hard time voicing her opinion due to others trampling over her. Aɪʀ ♡ Kᴏɪ
Nov | Tom | 28 moons | Loner | Pansexual Handsome, lean dark ginger-russet tabby tom with a white muzzle and throat, and dark amber-green eyes. The tom is adventurous and overly curious, often getting himself into trouble from sniffing around places he shouldn't sniff. He's attracted to drama but doesn't like stirring it up himself. He is skilled in talking himself out of bad situations with his easygoing nature and smooth tongue, but can also find himself making situations worse than better. It's easy to dislike a meddler, but it's hard to resist his friendly smile. He came to the clans after the fire to assist them with any problems they may have. Aɪʀ ♡ Kᴏɪ
Sagepaw | She-cat | 15 Moons | Windclan Apprentice | Heterosexual Quite large for her age, Sagepaw is a short-haired, mostly white she-cat with gray ears and bright green eyes. She's devastated by the loss of so many of her friends and loved ones, but most of all by the death of Windclan's leader. Her normally cheery attitude has been crushed by the event and she has little hope that her clan will pull through such hard times. Brownie created by: ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽
Reedsplash | Tom | 32 Moons | Riverclan Warrior | Not specified A big tom with broad shoulders and rather large paws, Reedsplash's fur is short, slick, and is a gray so dark it almost appears black. He has no unique markings and his eyes are a pale blue. While the damage the fire has caused is horrible, his sense of pride and strength have not diminished. If anything, he seems to have not changed much in attitude, though he is still very much mourning the loss of his clanmates. Brownie created by: ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽
Whorlkit | Tom | 1 moon | Windclan Kit | Straight (something for further on!) Whorlkit is a unique kit, possessing a coat that has strange curls much like a sheep's woolen coat; he was the only one of his litter to look as such and is named for it. His curly coat is white with dusky gray patches distributed across his hindquarters and a fully gray tail. He is quite a stocky and pudgy kit, and will never grow out of this, in part due to the texture of his pelt. Not being old enough to entirely process the tragedy of the great fires, he often yowls out in desperation for his deceased mother. He will be perceptive of others emotions as he grows Dagegen5
Mossheart | She-cat | 48 moons | Senior Windclan Warrior | Bisexual, leaning gay A soft-spoken, well respected warrior of her now-broken clan, this gray tabby she-cat is calm and analytical in everything she does. She has bright green eyes that have seemed distant and depressed since the tragedy of her lost clanmates. She was tasked with other warriors in the evacuation of kits from the Windclan camp; she escaped the fire with Whorlkit in her jaws and is devastated that his mother and siblings were not able to make it safely with them. As Whorlkit is on the cusp of weening, she has somewhat become his adoptive mother. Dagegen5
Morningflight | She-cat | 32 moons old | Shadowclan Queen | Heterosexual A slender young shecat and naturally rather slim, she is made for running and hunting rather than fighting, and has the personality to match. She has thick golden fur, marked with splashes of white around her muzzle, underbelly and paws. She is a kind but quiet young shecat, who is slow to learn to trust others and prefers to keep to herself. She is heavily pregnant. littleflower
Hamlet | Tom | About 5 years | Kittypet | Asexual; Couldn't care less Hamlet, also called 'Ham' by his two-legs and friends, is a happy go-lucky feline who lived in the twoleg place near Windclan. He enjoyed meddling with the Windclan cats in his younger days, but once older would mostly laze around the place he called a 'farm'. He is a brown tabby tom who is a little round around the edges; his stomach sticks out quite noticeably to any cat who is remotely in shape. He sports a blue collar with two tags and a bell, and makes quite a lot of noise on upon his arrival. As the fire destroyed the twoleg place, he has been taken by his twolegs elsewhere for shelter, but will return to the clan territories once the twolegs begin to reconstruct their home from the rubble. Dagegen5
Ravensoar | She-cat | 23 Moons | Shadowclan Warrior | Bisexual A sleek she-cat with especially powerful back legs. She has tuxedo blood which is evident in her fur. She has a mainly black pelt with white that starts on her cheeks and travels all the way down her belly. Though her legs are also mainly black, she does have white paws. She has vivid green eyes. She’s very formal and serious, often giving the impression of being cold or robotic. She’s also quite judgmental. However, she is quite caring and generally trustworthy. She does have a strange sense of humor... usually involving puns. brambleflight
Bluefrost | Tom | 27 Moons | Riverclan Warrior | Bisexual A lean, medium-sized tom. He has dark grayish-blue fur with a white blaze down his nose and a white splashes on his belly, paws and tail tip. His eyes are a light amber. He’s very laid back and calm. It’s unusual for him to start any sort of fight or get angry due to his large amount of patience. He is sarcastic and rather snarky though, often offending others with harsh remarks. brambleflight
Nightshade | Tom | 26 Moons | Shadowclan Warrior | Straight A satin black tom with powder blue eyes, he has the same soft silky fur his sister has, with a feather like tail and lynx like ear tips, he also has a lion's like mane with a long lean body. He is quite, skeptical, and swift. ✦ Milk tea ✦
Mistyheart | She-cat | 30 Moons | Riverclan Warrior | Straight A pale grey she cat with blueish green eyes, she has short soft fur with a small build. She is compassionate, friendly and sarcastic. ✦ Milk tea ✦
Lilystem | She-cat | 28 Moons | Riverclan Warrior| Straight A Pure white she cat with long fluffy fur with pale green eyes, she has a large lion's like mane with lynx like ear tips and a fluffy tail. She is quite large, larger than most; her paws are the size of a apprentice's head. She is Caring, Loyal, blunt. ✦ Milk tea ✦
Wolffang | Tom | 30 moons old | Riverclan warrior | Bisexual A large, broad-shouldered, dark grayish-brown Tom with long, thick fur, and dark amber eyes. In a lot of ways, his fur color almost resembles that of a wolf. Wolffang has always been quiet and never really spoke up, so since the fire, he has also not changed much. He worries for the sake of everyone, even those not in RiverClan. Blaze
Hazelpaw | Tom | 8 moons | Riverclan apprentice | Bisexual Hazelpaw is a brown tabby with light, cream fur covering his muzzle and chest and bold black mackerel stripes that layer his sides. He is a grumpy, unwelcoming little fleabag, to put things nicely and heavily dislikes the presence of the other clans in his territory. This stems from his youth, as his parents raised him to frown upon and refuse relationships between cats of foreign clans. As such, this makes him extremely resentful and spiteful of Yellowstar's plan for unity. Of course, as an 8 moon old apprentice, your name or word doesn't carry much weight in your clan, so he's just a bitter little bug about it, but he's sure to make it known. The tom, overall, remains unchanged about the entire disaster; Hazelpaw continues to be a sarcastic, stoic stickler for the rules, much like his parents before him. Dagegen5
Larkstep | Tom | 17 moons | Windclan Warrior | Straight A long, lanky tom with an off-white coat and pale red lynx points on his tail, paws, face and ears. Some of the red-tabby markings show through on his flank and his muzzle is marred by a couple white points. He is a very young warrior, made a warrior only two moons prior to the fire, and his inexperience has shown throughout the time period. He's generally a happy cat, if not a little boastful and conceited about himself, but he's not a terrible person to get along with. Larkstep's heart contains good intentions and does his best to please everyone he can. He wants to be helpful with the disaster at hand, but the young tom is not doing very well; he is resigned to the gathering island with severe smoke inhalation, doing his best just to get by. Dagegen5
Wolfheart | tom | 30 moons | ShadowClan Warrior | bisexual Gray tom with black markings and a white face, underbelly, chest, and paws. He has wolflike markings and piercing yellow eyes. He doesn’t like strangers but is very protective over his Clan. Wolfheart doesn’t speak much but when he does he’s sharp-tongued and fierce. Underneath his proud stance, he’s very emotional. After the devastating fire he was broken. Wolfheart hides his emotions however, and defends the last few ShadowClan cats to his dying breath. Thunderlake
Pebblestream | she-cat | 20 moons | RiverClan Warrior | bisexual Pebblestream is a light gray she-cat with marbled black tabby stripes and large, webbed paws. Her fur is thick and sleek. Her eyes are a light, sky blue. Pebblestream is a very kind she-cat and when another cat is in pain she can feel it too. Unfortunately for her this means after the fire she became very depressed. Pebblestream doesn’t want to do anything or help anyone. She still pushes herself for her Clan, but it’s only a matter of time until she breaks. Thunderlake
Redwing | tom | 15 moons | WindClan/young warrior | homosexual small, bold reddish-ginger tabby tom with amber eyes, and a long tail and legs. His chest, belly, and tail-tip are slightly lighter in color, but not quite white. He has a nick in his right ear from a fight with a fox as an apprentice. Despite his stature, and WindClan origin, Redwing is fairly strong and packs quite a bit of power into his small body. He is quick on his paws and fairly nimble. Redwing is known to be a very brave and selfless cat, often rushing in to help others with no thought of the consequences for himself, regardless of the cat's allegiance or history. He has the strangest luck of being in the right place at the right time, often becoming a hero entirely on accident. His "luck" in always being where things are happening, as well as his selfless nature, can get him into trouble at times, however; more than once has he found himself in a situation where he could have been badly hurt or killed had another cat not, in turn, helped him out of it, and it's only a matter of time before his reckless courage and protectiveness get him killed. Besides that, Socially, Redwing is awkward and a bit clueless, especially when it comes to anything like romance. He's always thought that he might like to have kits someday, but can't really see himself settling down with a she-cat. He's always just assumed it's because he hasn't met the right one. Redwing is also quite humble, and despite having saved some of his Clanmates' lives on more than one occasion, he certainly doesn't see himself as special in any way. His parents are Fawnfoot and Flamepelt, who both died in the fire. His sister is Fernleap. Both were made warriors less than a moon before the fire. 𝔊𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤
Fernleap | she-cat | 15 moons | WindClan/young warrior | bisexual very lithe, slender ginger she-cat with bright green eyes and a white muzzle, chest, tail-tip, and paws. She is considered pretty enough, and tends to move with deliberate, graceful motions. However, she is anything but dainty, and has no issue with getting her claws dirty, whether that be in a fight or just doing work around camp. Fernleap is a very intelligent cat, and is loyal, dutiful, and never complains about doing things that need to be done. In fact, she's not one to complain at all, and for that matter doesn't really express her negative emotions. She tends to keep them hidden underneath until they explode to the surface all at once. The sole exception to this is with her brother, Redwing, with whom she has always shared almost everything. However, she is also incredibly protective of him, and as of late has found herself keeping her thoughts and feelings bottled up even from him, as she thinks he's already going through enough and doesn't need to worry about her as well. Fernleap is a ferocious fighter, extremely quick runner, and fantastic tracker- in fact, her tracking skills were known to be some of the best in WindClan, despite her youth and relative inexperience. She's not that strong, but she makes up for it with quick thinking and nimbleness. Despite her undoubted competence as a warrior, Fernleap tends to feel that Redwing surpasses her, if for no other reason than for his luck in being at the right place at the right time, and his willingness to dive into situations for the sake of others, which have put him in the spotlight more than either sibling is probably comfortable with. Fernleap's parents are Fawnfoot and Flamepelt, who both died in the fire. Her brother is Redwing. Both were made warriors less than a moon before the fire. 𝔊𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤
Dusky | she-cat | 26 moons | barn cat/loner | heterosexual sturdy dark gray tabby she-cat with light blue eyes, thick fur, yellow eyes, and a white muzzle, tail-tip, and paws. She is fairly stout in build, but not that muscular- after all, she's never really had to fight, or put effort into hunting, so she's a bit flabby. Dusky can be a bit of a klutz, and isn't very strong, but she has good senses. Dusky, having been raised in the barn with little hardship in her life, is a bit naive and not exactly skilled in the ways of survival. She tends to take things for granted, and may become overwhelmed with the difficulties of surviving outside the barn. However, she is a quick learner, and has a strong will to survive- she might not be thrilled about it, but she'll do whatever it takes for her and her brother to live. She is a fairly easy-going cat, humorous, playful, and easy to get along with. She's fairly energetic, and almost kit-like, but only when she's well-rested. However, because of her lack of experience, she is easily worn out from day to day survival anymore, and can be a bit irritable and grumpy when she's tired. Dusky's parents were rogues named Mouse and Eliot, who brought their three kits- Dusky, Midnight, and Apple- to the barn when they were newborns. They raised the kits there, but abandoned them when they were about three moons old. Apple eventually left the barn as well, when they were about 8 moons old, and Dusky hasn't seen her parents or sister since. 𝔊𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤
Midnight | tom | 26 moons | barn cat/loner | heterosexual tall black tom with vivid green eyes, a long white-tipped tail, long whiskers, and very sharp claws. His fur is short and sleek, and he has a small white patch on his chest. The toes of his front left paw are also white. Currently, he is weak and frail, unable to breathe well from smoke inhalation, and it's not certain whether or not he'll survive. Midnight is a friendly but shrewd tom, generous but not one to be taken advantage of. He will willingly offer his home to any cat in need, and share prey with them, but is always cautious in case they are dangerous, or have some kind of ulterior motive. For that matter, he is a bit suspicious, always waiting for some sign of betrayal, and doesn't trust easily. He prefers not to stay around strangers more than a day or so, and values his autonomy and solitude. The only cat he really cares for is his sister, Dusky, who he sees as his "little sister" and who he is very protective of. Being sickly has taken a toll on him not only physically but mentally, and part of him has almost given up on life now that he sees himself as useless, and must depend on others for his survival. Midnight, Dusky, and their sister Apple were born to rogues named Mouse and Eliot, who abandoned them at the barn when they were a few moons old. At about 8 moons, Apple left as well, and Dusky and Midnight have seen nothing of the other three since. 𝔊𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤
Smokebreath | tom | 56 moons | WindClan/senior warrior | bisexual, leans towards she-cats large smoky gray tom with pale green eyes, a white muzzle, and a darker stripe down the length of his back. His tail is ringed with dark tabby markings, and his fur is short and course. Smokebreath is a bit hefty for a WindClan cat, and is rumored to have ThunderClan blood. Smokebreath is a gruff old cat, not always the friendliest or easiest to get along with. He's sharp-witted and not afraid to call others out, often in the form of jokes at their expense. He is forward and has no qualms asking about things or confronting cats with things they would rather not talk about. Still, he is charming in his own way, and despite his personality quirks is generally liked, at least by his Clan. Outside WindClan, he is respected as an accomplished warrior, fierce in battle and shrewd in debate. He does not back down easily, but knows when a battle is futile. He is known to be a tough mentor, but a rewarding one, and most of his apprentices have gone on to become respected warriors as well, Redwing included. Though he has had more than flings with she-cats in the past (and not all within WindClan), he's never settled down with a mate, or had any kits. He somewhat regrets this, and knows his time is running short, but would rather not settled down at all than settle down with the wrong cat. Despite his somewhat lazy, gruff, and laid-back attitude, he is quite a spirited cat and his wonder at the world never ceases. Smokebreath was born the only kit to Kestrelfeather, and his father was unknown and never mentioned before Kestrelfeather died four moons later. 𝔊𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤
Lewie | Tom | 90 moons | Rogue | Heterosexual A short-limbed, pudgy dark tabby with short scarred ears and a round face. He has watery gray eyes and wounds littered across his unkempt fur from seasons of fending for himself, and his tail is broken from an injury that occurred many moons ago. He's unable to raise it any higher than a few whisker-lengths off the ground, so he lets it trail after him when he walks. Like any other old-timer, Lewie is cranky and short-tempered. He has a strong distaste for feeble-minded and ignorant cats, and is quick to dismiss any cat he deems weak as not worth his time. The only company he tolerates is the presence of his daughter, but even she irritates him at times. Aɪʀ ♡ Kᴏɪ
Reindeer | She-cat | 56 moons | Rogue | Heterosexual A sturdy brown tabby she-cat with pale amber eyes and small ears. She's stubborn like her father and relentless, incapable of giving up once her mind has been set on something. She's strong-willed and determined, and hates being wrong about things. She's often in denial about the truth if it does not benefit her and is extremely difficult to persuade. She spends her time taking care of her elderly father, too warped up in his well-being to search for her own happiness and have a life of her own. She often feels lonely, since there are no other cats around besides her father to keep her company, and longs for a companion to relate to. She tends to be intimidating due to her size and strength, and can be hard to get along with at times if one decides to pick an argument with her. However, she loves meeting strangers and will try her hardest to make them feel happy and at home when visiting, even if she isn't all that good at it. Aɪʀ ♡ Kᴏɪ
Stark | Tom | 11 moons | Kittypet Loner | Confused (Bisexual) A slim, pure white tom with beautiful round blue eyes and a black nose. His well-groomed fur is sleek and short-to-medium in length, and he fashions a blue collar around his neck. Stark lived a majority of his life inside a two-leg home, pampered with delicious food to eat and a comfortable bed to sleep in. Neighborhood alley cats and loners would often pass by his open window and taunt him for being a pretty and perfect little two-leg pet. The insults drove the tom insane until he finally decided to run away from home, eager to prove to the alley cats that he wasn't some simple-minded housecat with an easy life. The constant teasing and bullying has traumatized the poor tomcat to the point where he feels it is necessary to defend himself constantly. He's never had true friendship before, so he does not know how to differentiate between friendly teasing and hurtful taunting. He's always suspicious and always on guard, unwilling to let any cat pass the walls he's set up without a fight. He wanders around two-leg place aimlessly, slowly starving from his lack of survival skills. Aɪʀ ♡ Kᴏɪ
Pinekit | She-kit | Newborn | ShadowClan Kit | Undetermined Aɪʀ ♡ Kᴏɪ
Harekit | Tom | Newborn | ShadowClan Kit | Undetermined brambleflight
Thunderkit | Tom | Newborn | ShadowClan Kit | Undetermined Littleflower
Towheefur | she-cat | 21 Moons | WindClan Warrior | Heterosexual A slender tortoiseshell she-cat with a mainly black pelt with small streaks of orange throughout it. She has bright green eyes. Towheefur is a very passionate and opinionated cat. She’s quite talkative so rarely does her view go unheard. She cares deeply about the clans, especially her own. She’s quite friendly, flirty and bubbly. During times of hardships. she often tries her best to keep other’s spirits up and often bottles up her own sadness and worries. brambleflight
Troutpaw | Tom | 10 Moons | RiverClan Apprentice | Bisexual A short, chubby tom. He has short, dusty brown fur with a white belly and muzzle. He has rather large, amber eyes. Troutpaw is a shy and nervous tom. He’s kind and does try to be friendly, though usually coming off as a bit awkward. He is a bit weak, being easily pushed around by those whom he considers more intimidating. This is largely due to his own low self-estem, making him an easy target. He is, however, very protective of others, often finding more value in his loved ones than he does in himself. His sister is Minnowpaw. brambleflight
Minnowpaw | She-cat | 10 Moons | RiverClan Apprentice | Heterosexual A petite, slender she-cat with soft gray fur with speckles of darker gray throughout it. She has a white belly and paws. Her eyes are large and amber. She is graceful and bold. She is quite the perfectionist and gets easily irritated when things don’t turn out as planned. Minnowpaw is quite fiery and occasionally picks fights with the wrong cats. In some ways, she can be seen as fearless but it’s usually just because she doesn’t think things through. She often doesn’t make friends easily both due to her hot-headedness and also because she is a bit bashful. Her brother is Troutpaw. brambleflight
Sandruffle | Tom | 25 Moons | RiverClan Warrior | Heterosexual A broad-shouldered, sleek tom. He has pale orange fur with a white belly and muzzle. His eyes are a greenish-yellow. He’s rather tall and muscular. Sandruffle is a very warm and kind-hearted cat. He gives everyone the benefit of the doubt and is optimistic to the fault of being unable to see the reality of a bad situation. It often blinds him and reality will occasionally crush his spirits, causing for a bit of a depressive state that takes him a while to bounce back from. His kindness also leaves him a bit naive and easily falls for lies due to his trusting nature. He is understanding and very unlikely to start a fight, though he is by no means a coward. Sandruffle will fight as hard as any warrior if need be. brambleflight
relationships. + mates x forbidden mates - siblings > has a crush on ______ >> has a major crush on _______ ♥ in love with each other = kits
deceased
Yellowstar x Morningflight = Thunderkit, Pinekit, Harekit, Pebblekit Nov >> Literally every cat ever. Lilyfern > Mossheart Lichenpaw > Wolffang
plot & news. (thus far) > ic. - ooc. > A fire has destroyed a majority of the forest. Many cats are dying from burn injuries and smoke inhalation. > The cats are occupying the gathering island and RiverClan camp. > Yellowstar has to choose between kicking the survivors out of the territory to fend for themselves, or assisting them in getting back on their paws at the cost of his own warriors (who will die of starvation from lack of prey). - 11/18/17 Current setting: Late leaf-fall, three days after the fire. - 11/18/17 Character limit updated to 5! > Morningflight is having her kits early! > Nov has strolled into camp with fresh-kill and news about the fire. > Nighttail and Thistleflower have returned to camp with two mice and a vole. > Morningflight had 4 beautiful kits! One has tragically died, and Yellowstar is not happy about it. > The RiverClan leader was kicked from the medicine den for causing a scene. Now everyone knows about Morningflight x Yellowstar! > Flamerose and Nov are planning a trip to the burned territories to see what they can find and investigate the two-leg sighting. - 11/24/17 Time skip to late in the evening! > Beesplash, Mistyheart, and Mossheart return with prey for the clan, and there's enough for every cat to eat! > Yellowstar calls a clan meeting and announces two things: Lilypaw's warrior ceremony and the future for the clans. > Lilypaw becomes Lilyfern!! > Yellowstar proposes that the clans all join to become one clan without first consulting any of the deputies. Many cats are upset about his selfishness, and many are suspicious that this decision arose because of his half-clan kits! > Pebblekit will be buried by Flurryfoot, Morningflight, and Yellowstar and sent off to StarClan. > Nighttail and Flamerose are planning on taking a trip to the Moonpool earlier than intended after Yellowstar's announcement. - 11/27/17 Current setting: Cloudy with chilly winds, full moon in the late evening. - 11/27/17 Character limit updated to 10! - 11/17/17 New rule implemented: do not join with more cats than you can keep up with! Start off small and work your way up to making more cats as you grow more comfortable and familiar with the RP. - 12/11/17 Claimable cats now available! Snag one while you can! - 12/13/17 All claimable cats have been claimed for now! Check back next time! > Two loners have been spotted in RiverClan by Reedsplash - Ben and Wren. Wren is about to give birth to kits!
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Aɪʀ ♡ Kᴏɪ: Yellowstar, Nighttail, Lilyfern, Nov, Pinekit, Lewie, Reindeer, Stark (8) Dagegen5: Flurryfoot, Mossheart, Whorlkit, Hamlet, Hazelpaw, Larkstep (6) Littleflower: Morningflight, Thunderkit (2) Blaze: Flamerose, Wolffang (2) brambleflight: Beesplash, Bluefrost, Ravensoar, Towheefur, Minnowpaw, Troutpaw, Sandruffle (7) ✦ Milk tea ✦: Lilystem, Lichenpaw, Nightshade, Mistyheart (4) Thunderlake: Wolfheart, Pebblestream (2) 𝔊𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤: Redwing, Fernleap, Dusky, Midnight, Smokebreath (5) MissMisty: ??? Brownie: Thistleflower, Sagepaw, Reedsplash (3)
ShadowClan: Nighttail, Morningflight, Ravensoar, Nightshade, Wolfheart, Thistleflower WindClan: Flamerose, Mossheart, Whorlkit, Lichenpaw, Redwing, Fernleap, Smokebreath, Larkstep, Sagepaw, Towheefur RiverClan: Yellowstar, Beesplash, Flurryfoot, Lilyfern, Hazelpaw, Wolffang, Bluefrost, Lilystem, Mistyheart, Pebblestream, Reedsplash, Sandruffle, Troutpaw, Minnowpaw
Half-clan: Pinekit, Thunderkit, Harekit
Let me know if I forget anyone!
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 11, 2017 18:29:13 GMT -5
» It's kind of a bad starter because I rushed. But this thread is open! Hop on in! «
Three days have passed since the tragic fire that took Smokestar's life. Funny how the leader died in the merciless grasp of the element she was named after. Nighttail didn't meditate on that however; he didn't find the irony very amusing.
He was there when it all happened. He watched it all occur firsthand - the screaming, the fire, the bodies - they haunt him in his sleep. He'll never forget the day his once graceful leader collapsed onto the charred ground during their escape, writhing and choking at his paws as smut clogged her throat and lungs. She convulsed as life after life was ripped from her fragile body and sent into the starless, burning sky above, eyes wide and filled with horror. Nighttail could only watch his best friend die over and over again, completely powerless to save her.
His clanmates forced him to continue on through the forest, some streaking off into the distance in their panic, going in the opposite direction of their destination. The goal was to seek refuge in RiverClan, or the mountains if absolutely necessary. The fire was everywhere, streaks of red and orange mixed with suffocating smoke making it difficult for Nighttail to see. He allowed the bodies of his surrounding clanmates to bustle and urge him forward, too caught up in his own shock to lead them like he was meant to. Their medicine cat took over instead, shouting over the screeches of burning cats behind them and the cries of distraught cats realizing their loved ones were missing. There was something painfully ironic about a medicine cat instructing others not to save the injured, but Nighttail didn't meditate on that much either.
Keeping peace these past few days have been difficult. RiverClan's camp wasn't big enough to accommodate all of the surviving cats, so many were sent to the gathering island to fend for themselves. Cats argued over who should be medically treated first, and prey grew scarce rapidly. Al lot of the fish were tainted, and many creatures have fled the forest entirely.
None of the leaders from the other clans survived the fire. They all died ensuring their clanmates were safe, as Smokestar had done. Hearing of this news put RiverClan's leader on edge, and the surviving deputies have stepped forward in their leadership roles to ensure their clans' safeties.
No one in ThunderClan showed up to the camp. This news hit the survivors like a truck once everyone was accounted for, and an eerie silence has settled upon the clans since. Nighttail didn't mind the quiet much. He welcomed it after the nonstop wailing of kit-less queens and the constant coughing.
He sat huddled up in the corner of the camp, listening to the river churn next to him as his half-lidded eyes flickered across the overpopulated camp with mild interest. The very few cats who survived in his clan didn't bother approaching him. Seeing their deputy so hopelessly abandon them was probably enough for them to avoid him like the plague, he imagined. He didn't really care though. He buried his chin into his paws and sighed softly. Soot covered his dark pelt like snow and continued to rain down from the smoky clouds of darkness above. He wondered if StarClan would ever reach out to them again, or if they will allow the clans to diminish and be forgotten forever.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 11, 2017 18:33:05 GMT -5
Open!
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 11, 2017 19:03:06 GMT -5
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Could I claim the Shadowclan medicine cat? C:
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 11, 2017 19:49:26 GMT -5
Thistleflower | Tom | 26 Moons | Shadowclan Medicine Cat | Pansexual Thistleflower is a small, rather unintimidating tom at first glance. He has long, puffy fur that is a light, dusty brown, with darker brown markings around his muzzle, tail and hind legs. All of his paws are white, except for his front left, which is the same brown color as the majority of his fur. His eyes are a deep yellow and quite big, often seen as rather friendly and welcoming. Before the fire, he had mostly minded his own business and had a reputation of having a surprisingly sharp tongue. Now, with Nighttail not doing so well, he has stepped up to care for his injured clanmates in such a desperate time of need.
Sagepaw | She-cat | 15 Moons | Windclan Apprentice | Heterosexual Quite large for her age, Sagepaw is a short-haired, mostly white she-cat with gray ears and bright green eyes. She's devastated by the loss of so many of her friends and loved ones, but most of all by the death of Windclan's leader. Her normally cheery attitude has been crushed by the event and she has little hope that her clan will pull through such hard times.
Reedsplash | Tom | 32 Moons | Riverclan Warrior A big tom with broad shoulders and rather large paws, Reedsplash's fur is short, slick, and is a gray so dark it almost appears black. He has no unique markings and his eyes are a pale blue. While the damage the fire has caused is horrible, his sense of pride and strength have not diminished. If anything, he seems to have not changed much in attitude, though he is still very much mourning the loss of his clanmates.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 11, 2017 20:07:16 GMT -5
» Sure! Adding your cats now.~ Feel free to post. «
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 11, 2017 20:24:43 GMT -5
Whorlkit | Tom | 1 moon | Windclan Kit | Straight (something for further on!) Whorlkit is a unique kit, possessing a coat that has strange curls much like a sheep's woolen coat; he was the only one of his litter to look as such and is named for it. His curly coat is white with dusky gray patches distributed across his hindquarters and a fully gray tail. He is quite a stocky and pudgy kit, and will never grow out of this, in part due to the texture of his pelt. Not being old enough to entirely process the tragedy of the great fires, he often yowls out in desperation for his deceased mother. He will be perceptive of others emotions as he grows Dagegen5
Mossheart | She-cat | 48 moons | Senior Windclan Warrior | Bisexual, leaning gay A soft-spoken, well respected warrior of her now-broken clan, this gray tabby she-cat is calm and analytical in everything she does. She has bright green eyes that have seemed distant and depressed since the tragedy of her lost clanmates. She was tasked with other warriors in the evacuation of kits from the Windclan camp; she escaped the fire with Whorlkit in her jaws and is devastated that his mother and siblings were not able to make it safely with them. As Whorlkit is on the cusp of weening, she has somewhat become his adoptive mother. Dagegen5
(I'd be willing to fudge their history a bit if anyone perhaps wanted to create a sibling to Whorlkit? Otherwise I'll just leave it as this!)
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 11, 2017 20:33:18 GMT -5
» Added! Feel free to post in whenever you want! I'm going to do starters for my other characters soon. «
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 11, 2017 21:02:14 GMT -5
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Well, here's my starter. Hope it's not too bad.
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Thistleflower hadn't had a moment's rest in the past three days that had slowly gone by. While many Shadowclan cats had perished in the merciless fire, there were many more that needed desperate attention and he was one of the few who knew how to care for their injuries. He did what he could, used what little herbs and cobwebs he had gathered sparingly, tried not to waste such precious supplies. Of course, it couldn't be helped that it would use up most of them, as there were just too many injured cats that needed his help.
The day of the fire, Shadowclan had lost nearly everything. Their leader, Smokestar, perished from the very thing she was named after, lost each life in succession, one after another. Many warriors had also left to join Starclan that night, their lungs ruined from the smoke or their bodies too burned to go on. So many poor kits, too, as well as apprentices. Queens and elders had died. The young, the old, the sick and the healthy. The horrible flames had spared no cat.
Thistleflower had lost his own apprentice, Darkpaw. Died trying to get one of the queens to come out of the nursery, but she had been too distraught by the loss of her kits and mate to move. When it collapsed, it had taken both their lives. He'd lost his brother, Yarrownose, and his sister, Brightpetal. Their deaths hung heavily on his heart and he missed them with every moment that passed by.
However, while very little remained of Shadowclan, the medicine cat had faith that they could pull through the saddening tragedy. They had made it through awful losses before, they could do it again. It would take time and pain and grief, but it could be done if they put in enough effort and didn't give in to the grief. As much as he missed his chatty apprentice and his littermates, there were living cats that deserved his attention more. The survivors were more important than the dead.
The tom, tired and recently groomed (as clean as he would get after reluctantly wading in the filthy river), approached Nighttail slowly. He didn't believe that Nighttail was a bad cat, nor was he a bad leader. A little lost at the momenr, but they all were, weren't they? "We should arrange a hunting party," Thistleflower meowed softly, as he settled down on his paws beside the tom, tail flicking gently. "And search for more herbs. Riverclan is running low on...everything."
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On the other hand, Sagepaw hadn't done much since the fire. The Shadowclan medicine cat, Thistle-something as she hasn't bothered to remember, had taken a look at her wounds. A few burns, one across her right hind leg that was pretty bad, but she was otherwise okay. At least, physically. The deep sense of sadness that engulfed her heart had left her rather blank and emotionless, unmotivated to pick herself up out of the small nest she had curled up into. Her stomach growled often, but she never got up to find food. Her lungs still burned from the smoke. She missed the sound of her brother, Rabbitpaw, snoring in the nest beside her. Missed his teasing words and the way he never wanted to wake up in the mornings.
Sagepaw might as well have been dead, all things considered. Even though she had spent all her time curled up silently in her nest, she hadn't even slept much. Her dreams were filled with the wails of Rabbitpaw and the other apprentices, of the tiny kits and her mother. Of her leader, who hadn't even made it out with a single life.
She supposed it could have been worse. Windclan could have wound up exactly like Thunderclan---completely destroyed without a single survivor. Not that they had many survivors. Their deputy, medicine cat, and a handful of both apprentices and warriors. A pathetic little group compared to their previous numbers.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 11, 2017 21:43:04 GMT -5
» Looks amazing! «
Nightail hissed softly as he watched Thistleflower approach, a sound of distaste at the prospect of being spoken to. It'd only been a few days, but Nighttail was already adjusted to being alone. He flicked his ear and turned his head as if the gesture would be enough to send the medicine cat in a different direction, but accepted defeat as the light brown tom settled down next to him.
He listened to him speak, his ears flicking to show he was listening despite his head being turned away. "It would be best," Nighttail agreed after a pause, his voice tight from scarcely using it.
He cleared his throat and rose to his paws, shaking out his fur briefly before wrapping his tail neatly around his paws, taking on an important and serious attitude like he used to do. Avoiding confrontation wasn't going to get him anywhere, he realized reluctantly. He held great respect for the medicine cat and always valued his time and dedication to the clan. The least he could do in return for all of his hard work is cooperate.
He surveyed the camp briefly, his eyes flickering across the injured and the healthy, picking apart which cat would be fit enough for each task. "Are any of our own fit enough to hunt?" he asked him, glancing at him briefly before continuing his survey of the camp.
He wondered if any of the ShadowClan cats would take orders from him at this point. He was the new leader after all, but seeing himself that way was difficult. He knew what he'd signed up for when he agreed to be Smokestar's deputy, but never in a million moons did he imagine he would ever have to fulfill that destiny. Smokestar had been so young, so full of life. As naïve as the notion was, he thought they could have lived forever. The events of the fire proved that forever is nothing but a myth.
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 11, 2017 22:25:46 GMT -5
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Thanks!
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Thistleflower ignored all the little, unfriendly signs that the deputy gave him. No amount of glared, flicks or twitches would deter the medicine cat from approaching Nighttail. Very little stopped this tom from doing what he wanted, but Starclan forbid a cold shoulder keep from doing his job. Not much had scared him before the fire and not much would after, but least of all his own deputy.
A snort came from the small tom at the sound of Nighttail's hiss of distaste, giving him a rather sharp look. "Don't you hiss at me," he warned, though the words held no real anger. He'd had no qualms about speaking his mind to Smokestar and that wouldn't change with Nighttail. "Has all that smoke made you frog-brained, Nighttail? When have I ever left you alone?"
Their clan needed food and a lot of it. Healing warriors were hungry ones, the apprentices needed to eat to get better. If they couldn't find any prey, Shadowclan was as good as dead. In order to find prey, Nighttail needed to start organizing patrols as soon as possible.
Although Riverclan was being kind now, Thistleflower didn't think that attitude would last long. Soon, the other clan would realize how difficult it was to care not only for themselves, but for the refugees of Shadowclan as well. A lack of food would drive them to violence and with such small, weak numbers, the battle would be bloody.
"A couple warriors and an apprentice or two could manage a hunt," Thistleflower answered, clearly displeased by the lack of fit warriors. "But I may spare a bit of time to join you." Herbs need to be found soon---a warrior of theirs was getting a nasty infection and he was all out of yarrow and marigold. Not to mention thyme, which had been keeping a few of the more antsy cats calm. "We've a queen who needs feeding. She'll be kitting soon."
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 12, 2017 0:08:23 GMT -5
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Nighttail didn't respond to Thistleflower's retort. He wasn't much of a sarcastic cat himself, and the tough love was subconsciously welcomed. It reminded Nighttail that he was in a position of power, and sulking like a motherless kit was beneficial to no feline. There was no time for idling around or being frog-brained, as Thistleflower put it.
He rose to his paws, certain that sitting around for much longer would lull him back into his dark pit of soot and despair. He longed to curl back up into a ball and sink into the earth until no cat could see him. He could feel himself shifting on the uneven ground as the mud began to pull him in, enticing him to blow Thistleflower off for yet another day in favor of sleep. A good talking-to from the sharp-tongued medicine cat didn't seem worth the risk however.
"I'll send a patrol out now then," he mewed, his voice low and defeated despite his attempt to appear active and motivated. "I've heard that some of the moorland is still salvageable. Maybe there's fresh-kill there." He sat on his words for a bit, wondering if the decision would be wise. If he were ordered to hunt just outside the destroyed territory, he'd probably fake an illness to get out of it. The fire still burned bright in his mind, and nothing, not even starvation, would ever make him want to go near the aftermath of that traumatizing night. Not now, probably not ever.
"Better yet, the barn may be our best bet," he corrected himself. He noticed his decision-making skills were not at peak performance and wondered if the smoke really was affecting his brain. What are the odds that prey stayed around the burned site, anyways? "Perhaps there are decent herbs there as well? Kill two shrews in one swipe."
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 12, 2017 1:18:33 GMT -5
Mossheart wrapped her dainty tail around herself as she tucked her paws under her body, letting her mind churn in a chaotic mess. The senior warrior had had knots in her stomach for three days and did not especially feel like increasing her activity or interactions with anyone. Thus, her mind continued to swim without land in sight, seemingly without purpose. The she-cat sighed and wished she could forget everything, yet her memories recounted the horrific yowls and stench that filled the air over Windclan territory. The medicine cat, their leader, the other warriors she had grown up and trained with, young apprentices and queens still bearing kits; the flames did not discriminate between those who had lived a good life and those who had barely begun it. It wasn't a surprising aspect of life and she was no stranger to such things, yet somehow, the nature of this hit hard for the fire.
Riverclan was no better than any other clan; that wasn't the reason they survived. It had only been luck that turned out a benefit to being Riverclan. Yet Thunderclan was gone; they were no different from RiverClan but no survivors remained. There was no rational explanation except for stupid dumb luck. She felt her heart drop a little as she realized that hundreds of moons of Thunderclan history was lost within the corpses of elders. She wondered fretfully if any elders made it out alive. Who would tell the kits and apprentices stories of old; does anyone know them any longer? Would Starclan themselves even remember? Mossheart stared into the empty space ahead of her, eyes wide and blank.
A slight whimper brought her out of her depressive stupor, and she turned her head to focus on the small kit at her side, the one she risked life and limb to save. Having no kits of her own, she couldn't beat the slightly awkward twinge she encountered around Whorlkit, who had done nothing but fearfully cling to her ever since escaping the deadly flames. She surely wasn't blaming the kit for this behavior , as who else would he go to without her? His parents had been lost and Whorlkit was a little over a moon old, on the cusp of weening. This was much too old for many of the queens to take in if they were on the brink of kitting and much to young for the others as they didn't produce much milk. Emotions were running high, anyway, and many queens outright refused to care for him. Mossheart felt her tail twitch at the thought of them and wrinkled her nose in distaste; she understood their troubles and empathized, but felt as though it gave them no justification to refuse a kit in need. She gave the curly-furred kit a quick lick on the head to reassure him; she knew that he would likely refuse any other queen anyway.
Mossheart couldn't deny, however, that her own maternal instincts were a quality that never fully developed for the she-cat, and as such, her interactions with Whorlkit were new social territory for her. Many may have thought it strange that a well-respected warrior such as herself would not desire to have progeny to bring honor and pride to her bloodline. The gray tabby, however, never thought it to be necessary, and even thought it to be a burden to her warriorhood. Her whiskers twitched as she focused on the life beside her and decided lightly that being a warrior didn't matter at the moment. She found herself fully believing that Whorlkit was the future and was the only thing that mattered.
For the first time in three sunrises, Mossheart breathed a purr of laughter, wondering if this was all motherhood was. She wasn't impressed in the least.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 12, 2017 11:32:21 GMT -5
» Awesome post! Also, I made just a slight tweak to the front page. Everyone can join with 4 cats instead of 3 now, and I've claimed the Riverclan leader for myself (I kinda have an interesting plot idea that'll be introduced soon). «
Yellowstar trudged into camp with Lilypaw close at his hindquarters. The massive tom surveyed the pitiful camp briefly before taking a seat near the entrance, wrapping his tail over his paws as he waited for Lilypaw to join him. His expression was dissatisfied, and the tips of his mouth were curled down into a huge frown.
Lilypaw settled down next to him, her green eyes wide and her expression haunted. She'd been battling worry and stress all day, and her face seemed fixated on one emotion despite feeling relief at finally being back at camp.
The two cats had spent the day at the gathering island, looking over the injured and the healthy and getting a basic headcount of the cats who survived the night. There was no shock to see that some of the bodies inhabiting the small chunk of earth were unmoving. Compared to the previous two nights and the amount of cats who died then, the amount they saw today was an improvement. Three whole cats; two apprentices and a warrior.
They buried them outside of the territory where the rest of them went, sent off by the sorrowful wails of loved ones healthy enough to make the trip. Once properly seen to StarClan, the cats made their way back to the gathering island where improved living accommodations had to be sorted out.
The medicine cats were doing everything they could, Yellowstar was more than aware of that. The dying cats were not why his expression was so dissatisfied. He needed to start changing things around if the rest of them were to survive. He needed to create a plan to combat this tragedy, and fast. Deep down he knew that the surviving cats could not stay forever, and their presence were costing him the lives of his own warriors.
"Check in with [Riverclan's medicine cat] and see how many of our own are sick," Yellowstar ordered Lilypaw as he rose to his paws. "We need to reorganize the dens to prevent overcrowding. And make sure he/she doesn't allow the same cats to continue leaving camp. There's still smoke in the air and it's killing off our numbers."
Lilypaw nodded her head and watched as the burly tom began to walk away. He stopped after a few tail-lengths and glanced over his shoulder, his expression a little less toxic than before. "And thank you for volunteering to help me today. You are a fine young warrior, Lilypaw. Ensure that you've eaten before nightfall."
His comment made the small she-cat perk up, and her eyes glowed as she watched the tom disappear into his den. She was experienced and old enough to be a warrior; it was only a matter of time before she would receive her new name. The fire had put any hopes of ranking up on hold, but hearing him speak on it made the she-cat hopeful. The odds of receiving it any time soon were slim, but his acknowledgement of her eligibility was all she needed.
She rose to her paws and pranced through the camp in search of her medicine cat. She nodded politely to Mossheart as she passed, stopping near her and offering a warm greeting. "How is he?" she asked her, her eyes flickering to Whorlkit briefly. "Have you both eaten today?"
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 12, 2017 14:15:27 GMT -5
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Hm, I think I'll make the Shadowclan queen I mentioned a character. I'll fill out her form soon.
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Thistleflower disliked the saddened, depressing state that his deputy---soon-to-be future leader---had sunken into. He fell further and further down into that dark hole as the days slowly passed by, and no matter how hard any cat tried, he couldn't be dragged back up. Not that many cats were trying to keep the deputy on his feet to begin with, as it was mostly just Thistleflower at this point. He was one of the few had kept calm, who hadn't given in to his intense feelings of grief and hadn't spent too much time thinking about all the traumatic events of the last three days. Every day, cats passed on and joined Starclan, were buried by loved ones and mourned during the few ceremonies that could be managed.
Many cats were too sick and injured to perform proper ceremonies; a majority of the deceased cats' loved ones were slowly dying themselves and on their way to join them in the Starclan. As a medicine cat, it bothered Thistleflower to not be able to save them all, and he hissed at himself every time another Shadowclan member succumbed to their injuries. Realistically, he knew he couldn't save them all. Knew that some were destined to leave them. Yet still, each time he lost a cat, he urged himself to do better. To try harder. For that, he needed a decent stack of herbs and prey, at least for the weakest and youngest members left of their clan.
So he held no pity or sympathy for Nighttail's dark behavior. In the medicine cat's opinion, he had no right to act in such a way. Cats needed him. Needed to depend on him. Thistleflower could boss everyone around all he wished, but he was no leader, and he never would be. The role of leader belonged to Nighttail, and therefore, he needed to get himself together.
"It may be best if we limit our patrols to the moor," Thistleflower murmured, tail flicking as he rose to his paws to follow his leader. He kept pace with the bigger tom, though he muscles felt sore and weary. A small part of him, a part he crushed and ignored, wanted to lie down for a while and rest. He had no time for such weakness right now. "The barn may be the best choice. I do believe that sending warriors out to the moor could do more harm than good. Too much soot in the air."
The little tom doubted much prey had stuck around the charred forest, anyhow, and the barn likely had untouched herbs that could be of some use. At least, he prayed to Starclan, that there would be herbs to stave off and fight infection, as well as poppy seeds if he were lucky. Those would be the most valuable right now. "Yes. Well, let's hope we do, in fact, kill two shrews," he said, then lowered his voice to a soft whisper. "Riverclan will not feed us forever."
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 12, 2017 14:54:07 GMT -5
(OOC: Ahh shoot, I feel dumb. I completely messed up Mosspool's name. ^^;;;; I was struggling between pool and heart, so I'm going to keep it at Mossheart to halt any confusion!)
IC: Mossheart felt her thoughts disperse as she was greeted gently by a Riverclan cat. She peered keenly at the younger cat, looking her over; she was a small tabby with white, yet had the proportions of a young adult cat and Mossheart wondered briefly if she was an apprentice or a warrior. If she was an apprentice, she thought, then she was likely on the cusp of her naming ceremony before the tragedy struck. She smiled lightly at the she-cat and felt Whorlkit immediately press further into her side, trying to hide from the newcomer. "Whorlkit, how are you feeling?" she asked lightly, only to be met with a soft whine. The gray and white kit was fully capable of speech, she knew; he used to be the most talkative of his siblings. "Ahh, he's a little shy around others right now. I believe he's doing alright, just scared."
The little kit began to cough unproductively, making a horrid raspy noise, and she frowned lightly. "I do think the smoke affected him a little more than it would have a grown cat, though... [Riverclan Medicine Cat] and Thistleflower gave him some herbs and honey to help him feel better," she added. She wrapped her tail around Whorlkit to comfort him, his coughs raking his body for a few brief moments. The gray tabby cleared her own throat, feeling the smoke burns all throughout her own respiratory system. She would live, she thought.
She glanced over at the Riverclan freshkill pile, painfully aware that it had been dwindling in very low numbers after the arrival of the broken Windclan and Shadowclan. She further realized that perhaps the knots in her stomach weren't necessarily from stress and anxiety alone, but also due to her hunger inching in. "We haven't eaten yet," she mewed lightly, looking at her paws. "I don't need the food quite yet; I'll only eat until the cats who need it more have gotten something," she stated firmly, lifting her green eyes and locking them with the Riverclan cat's.
Whorlkit shifted lightly and looked up at the two she-cats. He spoke in a rough and raspy squeak that interrupted the conversation, "I'm really hungry, Mossheart." He sat up a little straighter, still pressed closely to the Windclan warrior. His curly coat was still soot-stained and the warrior realized she had neglected to clean him very well.
Mossheart, however, felt a small warmth creep across her pelt as she heard his words. They were strained and rough, almost hesitant to be ushered out, but he had finally spoke. She quickly gave his forehead a few reassuring licks, purring slightly. "You can have something, Whorlkit; you need to keep your strength up." She shifted her focus to the tabby she-cat and spoke lightly, "I'm not sure how ready he is for solid food yet... but we have to try."
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Holiday craze. Replies wont be coming for a while sorry!
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Post by brambleflight on Nov 12, 2017 16:39:04 GMT -5
Beesplash| 30 Moons | RiverClan Deputy | Heterosexual A thick furred she-cat. She has a calico pelt with a mainly white muzzle. Her tail is mainly black with an soft orange tail. Her tail tip has a crook in it that makes a small piece of her tail always pointing down. She has bright yellow eyes. She is sensible, cautious and compassionate. She tends to put those she cares about before herself and this can often lead to both brave and self destructive behavior. Beesplash tends to be prideful at times as well as a people pleaser. brambleflight (I’ll probably add a couple more soon but I decided to just start off with her for now cx And hopefully this starter is ok? Just tell me if I need to fix anything! ) Three days? Had it really only been three days? It felt more like three lifetimes to the RiverClan deputy. With injured cats and being over-crowded, it felt if she’d blink only once she would miss something important. Sleep nearly felt nonexistent to her and what little she did manage to get was usually accompanied with restlessness and nightmares of a fire starting within the camp. She currently sat near the warrior’s den. Though it was so largely crowded, it was hard to see where the den began and ended.
The fire had taken much from everyone. ThunderClan was gone, ShadowClan and WindClan only had a few cats to their name, and RiverClan was dwindling. Beesplash had lost most her sibling, Webtangle, to the smoke. He had been a courageous and kind warrior. Before his last moments, he went out of camp to help the surviving cats of ShadowClan reach RiverClan, despite his sister’s insistence against it. Sadly, it would be at the cost of his own life after breathing in so much toxic air.
Beesplash shook out her fur, something she did often now. She constantly felt like the ash and smoke from the fire was clinging to her pelt but there was very little she could to to change that feeling. She let out a sigh and tried to push it to the back of her mind. The best way to do that was to attempt to keep busy. Her yellow eyes suddenly sparked with focus as she surveyed the crowded camp, no longer lost in her dark thoughts of those she had lost or those she could still lose. She had to remain an unwavering rock for the survival of her clan and the others.
Her gaze flickered at the sound of paw steps entering the camp. She watched as her leader and Lilypaw entered the camp. It came with some relief to see the two returning to camp safely. The deputy hesitated in rising to her paws as she watched Yellowstar disappear into his den. He was likely tired. But then again, it was rare to find a cat who wasn’t. She just wondered if he’d be willing to discuss the issues they were currently facing right now. Beesplash heaved a sigh and began to pad towards the leader’s den. She figured prolonging anything would be unwise.
The deputy came to a halt at the entrance of the den and slowly poked her head inside. “Yellowstar?” She meowed in a quiet tone. “I was wondering if we could speak now? I can come back later if you wish to rest though.” A look of understanding crossed the calico’s face as she awaited her leader’s response. It was important to get rest when and where you could during such dark and stressful times.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 12, 2017 16:48:07 GMT -5
joining. Morningflight | 32moons old | Shadowclan Queen | Heterosexual A slender young shecat and naturally rather slim, she is made for running and hunting rather than fighting, and has the personality to match. She has thick golden fur, marked with splashes of white around her muzzle, underbelly and paws. She is a kind but quiet young shecat, who is slow to learn to trust others and prefers to keep to herself. She is heavily pregnant littleflower
(I wondered if she could have a mate within the clan played by another player? and I wondered if it would be ok for her to be shadowclan?)
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 12, 2017 23:11:16 GMT -5
» Welcome, Littleflower and brambleflight ! I've updated the front page.~ Mosspool is now Mossheart, and everyone's characters have been added. For the sake of consistency, I think Morningflight should be in RiverClan. I went on ahead and added her as a ShadowClan queen, but with your approval, I'd like to change it. You absolutely aren't required to tho! I just highly suggest it. Also, I kinda want to volunteer Yellowstar to be her mate, but I don't wanna steal all of the RP actions aaaaah ;; Maybe if no one else volunteers. I want everyone to interact with each other. «
"I agree," Nighttail simply murmured in response.
He sighed to himself as he neared the entrance. Could they spare anymore cats? How many more of them were still alive? He glanced around the camp again, catching sight of some familiar faces wandering around aimlessly. They were all injured in one shape or another, either burned, sick, or starving. Perhaps more cats could survive if the stupid clouds looming over their heads would just go.
He called out to two ShadowClan warriors. One had a large gash in his shoulder from a falling tree limb, and the other was limping heavily on a twisted paw. They weren't the most fit cats, but they were better off than the others. Most were exhausted from hunting nonstop the previous days, and others were severely injured or hacking up soot.
"ShadowClan is in desperate need of food. I need you two to go ahead of us and search the barn for prey. And don't stop until you've found something," he instructed them.
Nighttail watched them leave before following suit and glancing sideways at Thistleflower. "I hope you don't mind that I chose them," he murmured, trying to spark a conversation. He was a little awkward and out of practice - isolating oneself had that affect. He cleared his throat and gave his sticky chest fur a swift lick. "They seem most fit for the task when compared to the others."
Lilypaw offered a warm smile as she glanced down at the kit huddled up against Mossheart. "I understand. I can be shy sometimes too," she purred. She hoped her words would bring comfort to the little guy, and watched as his little body shook from coughing. "I'll see if I can find someone to give his cough another look," she offered.
Her expression grew a little flustered as she watched Thistleflower leave with another tom she didn't recognize. RiverClan's medicine cat was missing in action, possibly busy treating cats at the gathering island, and the other medicine cat was leaving. She tried not to let bad thoughts get to her, but worst case scenarios were beginning to swell within the back of her mind as she forced herself to remain relaxed.
"I think they just sent out another hunting patrol," she told her, hoping the news would bring brighter spirits. "But I can go check the fresh-kill pile to see if there's anything we can spare if you'd like."
Yellowstar's pale yellow eyes flashed at the back of the den. The den was small and compact, fit for just a few cats at most. A queen was sound asleep next to him, snoring softly in a separate nest. Not even the leader's den could be spared from the overpopulation of cats.
"Of course not, now is a perfect time," he rumbled. The massive tom slowly made his way to the front of the den, settling at the entrance and wrapping his tail over his paws. He blocked the inside of the den to ensure the queen's peace as he gazed down at his trusted deputy expectantly. "What is on your mind, Beesplash?" he asked.
I kinda rushed a little ;; Next posts will be better. ⌘
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 12, 2017 23:12:54 GMT -5
(I wondered what you meant by consistency if that's ok? my reasoning for it was it might be interesting to rp a queen affected by smoke inhalation and see the effect on her kits. Though I understand if you'd prefer i didn't. and It'd be awesome for Yellowstar to be her mate)
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 12, 2017 23:28:59 GMT -5
» Well, the fire spread too quickly for ShadowClan to properly prepare and evacuate, so weaker cats like expecting queens, elders, kits, etc would be less likely to survive. One expecting queen surviving is believable but two is a biiiit of a stretch. Just a bit tho. She can be a ShadowClan cat, I don't mind. As for Yellowstar, they can't be mates if she's a ShadowClan cat, unless you wanna do some crazy forbidden love drama?? That could be fun «
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 12, 2017 23:30:46 GMT -5
(my three favourite words, crazy, forbidden and drama. Sure that could be awesome, and she's not that heavy. i.e. cats probably wouldn't know and she wouldn't be that effected by the weight to be unable to get away from the fire?)
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 12, 2017 23:39:53 GMT -5
» Oooo okay well then that's fine. I was picturing her as if she were just moments from kitting. I've always pictured them to be rather delicate around that time. «
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 12, 2017 23:41:24 GMT -5
(In my head she's only just beginning to show XD would you like to rp? can I reply in regards to Yellowstar)
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 13, 2017 0:05:27 GMT -5
Morningflight lifted herself to her paws with a heavy cough, the sound ripped from her throat before she could stop it, and she had to fight against the urge to bring up another. The young shadowclan cat was suffering hard, from the loss of most of her clanmates to the state of starvation she found herself in. Despite the secret she carried, she refused to eat more than her fair share. Knowing others deserved that prey much more than herself, especially considering who the father was. She pulled herself from the nest and made her way into the outside world. Squinting against the bright light of the morning sun, she looked around twitching her ears for anyone else who might be up. Wanting to make herself useful.
Her belly was beginning to show the signs of swelling with the weight she carried, a litter of kits due in maybe a moon. She looked back at her curve, grateful that with everything which had happened no one had appeared to notice. It would bring too many questions she didn't know how to answer. Her clan had too much to worry about recently, and she didn't want to add to the list.
Grazing her eyes across the clearing, her heart leapt when she spotted Yellowstar but she forced herself to look away form the older tom. You cant tell him, you can never tell him, she told herself in spite of the pain which lit her just from looking at the tom. She pushed into the open and approached them as calmly as she could, looking at both of them with her head tilted to the side. "I wondered if there was anything..." a cough split her chest before she could finish. But she quickly shook the noise from her throat and continued, "To help?" The young queen asked.
Were things to have gone to plan, she would have joined the nursery in a couple of days and live out the rest of her pregnancy in peace, but that was no longer a possibility. And was happy to do what she could to help regardless.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 13, 2017 0:26:23 GMT -5
» Of course! «
Yellowstar listened to her speak, nodding grimly in agreement to her comment about over-crowding. Secretly, he wondered how enough space hadn't already been made after the passing of so many cats. Then again, RiverClan's camp was only meant to shelter RiverClan alone, and not an entire band of hopeless cats. The large tom growled lowly in his throat as she continued, "We don't have the time nor energy to construct a new camp."
It was true. The other clan cats ate up their entire fresh-kill pile almost immediately, and his warriors have been working furiously ever since to try and keep it stocked. The lake and rivers were evaporating fast, and not much of the water was clean enough to fish in. It was only a matter of time before they all starved.
"I think we should move them all to the island for now," he rumbled. Many of his warriors volunteered to stay at the island in favor of housing the other clans. As selfless as they'd been, there still wasn't enough space to fit every cat, so they had to send a lot of them to the island anyways. "Our own warriors can return back to camp. There's more space there than here to shelter them until we figure out a permanent solution." He sighed softly, his eyes drifting off as he began to ponder on this decision. "We can send a few warriors to check on them daily, just two or three to help them hunt and gather food. The rest of our warriors should stay here and assist in bringing our own clan back to par. We can't help them without first helping ourselves."
He shifted briefly, glancing over his shoulder to check and see if the queen was still resting. Once assured she wasn't listening, he turned back to Beesplash, suddenly aware that he completely blew off her suggestions. "Unless that seems too unfit?" he inquired. He wasn't too keen on adjusting his idea, even if she were to protest against it, but he was still curious to know her thoughts. His words were slightly challenging, but he didn't mean them that way. He'd already decided that his plan was best before speaking with her and hoped she would agree with him. "I see no other option than to move them, and soon. I can't think with so many cats crowding our spa--."
He cut himself off as Morningflight approached, his eyes narrowing at her cough. His expression remained neutral and calculating as he frowned at her. "You should be resting with your clanmates," he meowed. There were many things he wanted to say, so many questions he needed to ask and emotions he needed to express, but there just seemed to be no time. Seeing the she-cat before him, so clearly sick and hurt, made him briefly wonder if his plan was wise. He quickly brushed the hesitation aside however, for he knew he could show no signs of ever caring for the young warrior. "The healthier cats are handling things for us."
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 13, 2017 1:04:17 GMT -5
Had Morningflight been offended by the tom's failure to properly acknowledge her she did little to make it apparent. Only twitching her ears towards the older tom, she drew a paw over her ear with a sigh. "I'm perfectly fine thankyou very much," she replied with a firm, level tone. "And if I don't get out of this place soon I fear I may well lose my mind." She added with a sigh, sounding a little more like her usual self as she looked back to where what few of her clanmates remained ill and sick. Anyone could have seen that it killed her to watch her friends and family suffer. "Please, I'll do anything at this point."
In that moment she became self conscious about how powerful the scent of her milk might have smelled, or how swollen her belly may appear and grew a little uncomfortable before the father of her kits. Though she managed to hold herself tall despite it. She had clanmates in need of her help, and despite the pain in her throat and general exhaustion taking over her every sense, she was going to do what she could to ease their suffering.
Turning to look back at the rest of camp, she was clearly uncomfortable in a place she didn't recognise, and the young warrior was in a particularly vulnerable place. But she wanted to do what she could to help her friends, and the leader she supposed fell into that character. Even if they hadn't left things on the kindest possible basis.
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 13, 2017 1:16:28 GMT -5
((I'm just gonna fill up my character spots at the moment; I'm going to claim the Riverclan medicine cat, if that's alright?))
Flurryfoot | She-cat | 38 moons | Riverclan Medicine Cat | Heterosexual A dilute calico she-cat with more gray on her than any other color. She has a couple splashes of pale orange along her flank and tail, as well as a prominent area of orange splattered across the right side of her face; overall, she has a very dusky and almost blurry look to her. She is of an average size and sports a thick coat that is very healthy and soft to the touch. She can be a touch hectic at times, always on the go-go-go, and as such is always busy with something or another. She is a kind-hearted cat to her core, disliking conflict and makes no discrimination based on clan relation; she is the quintessential medicine cat type. This tradgedy has not been kind to her psyche, and she feels personally responsible for the all the deaths of the clansfolk she deemed to be within her control. Dagegen5
Hamlet | Tom | About 5 years | Kittypet | Asexual; Couldn't care less Hamlet, also called 'Ham' by his two-legs and friends, is a happy go-lucky feline who lived in the twoleg place near Windclan. He enjoyed meddling with the Windclan cats in his younger days, but once older would mostly laze around the place he called a 'farm'. He is a brown tabby tom who is a little round around the edges; his stomach sticks out quite noticeably to any cat who is remotely in shape. He sports a blue collar with two tags and a bell, and makes quite a lot of noise on upon his arrival. As the fire destroyed the twoleg place, he has been taken by his twolegs elsewhere for shelter, but will return to the clan territories once the twolegs begin to reconstruct their home from the rubble. Dagegen5
---- Mossheart nodded in acceptance to the Riverclan cat's proposal, standing to her paws and feeling a yawn come on despite herself. She let out a small cough post-yawn and steadied herself. "We'll go over together, if that's acceptable; I need to stop my moping and do something productive," she rasped, doing her best to clear her throat after speaking. She was extremely uncomfortable, she realized, and Mossheart wondered how long the sensation of fire would last in her lungs. Despite this, she disliked being a burden to Riverclan; she knew the clan could only support the weaker two for so long, even with the numerous deaths that took place, the cats' spirits disappearing like breezes in the night.
The Windclan cat sighed lightly and twitched her whiskers; Yellowstar did not seem extremely thrilled by the presence of foreign cats, but would any leader have felt excited? It was a silly prospect to ponder; no one was happy about this event and nothing could really be looked forward to. Despite this, Mossheart still wanted to feel like she was useful. For the first time in her life, the Windclan warrior was about to throw her rationality out of the den and make decisions purely off of her emotions; she had to keep her spirits up in some way or another.
"Perhaps I could join a hunting patrol as well. I don't know the first thing about fishing though." She chuckled a bit at the idea of a lanky Windclan cat clumsily poised over a stream bed, her paw tentatively ready to swat a fish out of the water before loosing balance and ending up in the cold water. She mused lightly to herself, feeling her spirits lift a little in the process, before turning to the younger she-cat. "I don't believe I've caught your name; I'd like to formally thank you for checking up on us. You are a kind young warrior."
Whorlkit had seemingly warmed up to the stranger cat; he didn't take it immediately upon himself to hide in between the larger warrior's forlegs with his tail tucked low. He remained close to Mossheart and cautious of the strange smelling-cat, but remained willing to be out in open view. He seemed very eager to get something to eat, and she hoped that there would at least be something for him to regain strength on.
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Flurryfoot felt her eyes ache. "I have honestly never felt this before," she thought bitterly, trying to blink both sleep and smoke from her sight. She padded away from the gathering island with her tail almost dragging on the ground, and her spirits sunken even below that as she carried the burdensome knowledge of the deaths that had occurred overnight. She was reminding herself to keep one foot in front of the other to carry on back to the Riverclan camp, hoping to to restock on the already dwindling herb supply. She was carrying an empty dock leaf in her jaws, refusing to let it go to waste after a single use as she wasn't even sure if any dock plants even remained to carry her supplies.
She was extremely appreciative of Thistleflower's constant level headedness; he had surely been the leader between all of the medicine cats in coordinating the efforts towards recovery. She sighed lightly, realizing that there were only really two medicine cats remaining, plus the Windclan medicine cat apprentice who was not quite as experienced. He was just better equipped to deal with this sort of damage; this wasn't through experience, but just sheer personality; she had thanked Starclan for Thistleflower's diligence thousands of times. Flurryfoot had felt her heart pounding in her ears for three days straight and hadn't gotten more than a couple moments of rest in the same amount of time. This paled in comparison to the Shadowclan medicine cat, as he had even seemingly took over Nighttail's role, as the deputy was far too traumatized for any sort of leadership at the moment. He was a blessing in a time of great strife.
The Riverclan medicine cat, lost in her thoughts, at last reached the river that divided territory from the clan's camp. She moved up and down the shoreline and found an adequate crossing point, a shallow point with a very low flow rate. She stepped in, feeling the cold water rush across her paws and cool of her frazzled nerves for a moment. She desperately wanted to swim, but the water looked murky and soiled from all of the smoke and soot that had been intertwined in it's currents. She sighed lightly, wondering if anything would ever be the same again. She had to steel herself, however, and Flurryfoot kept her movements forward and steady, her sights set on the medicine den.
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