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Post by Winona on Nov 24, 2017 0:20:03 GMT -5
((I like that idea. =3 Let's do it!
Harekit is adorable, by the way. XD))
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 24, 2017 1:33:23 GMT -5
» I'm a bit drowsy ;; So I apologize for any mistakes. «
Faint smoke clouds hung over the RiverClan camp, masking the full moon and casting deep shadows across the riverbank. Waves of chilly leaf-fall air blew through the reeds, striking the lake cats exceptionally hard with its cold atmosphere.
Yellowstar emerged from his den and stretched his hind legs. The cold air seeped into his long golden fur and made him shiver slightly in surprise, knocking the sleep out of him. A nap was exactly what the time had needed, and he suddenly felt refreshed and ready to tackle any issues thrown at him.
After glancing around the camp briefly, the tom settled down in front of his den and wrapped his tail around his paws tightly for warmth, listening to the sounds of life around him. He could hear cats snoring or sharing tongues, shuffling around in their nests or murmuring gently amongst one another. The softs sounds were relaxing, and the large tom found himself drifting off into thought without realizing it.
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Meanwhile, a dark figure shifted slightly in the corner of the camp. Nighttail woke abruptly from his slumber, visibly shaken as he let out a strangled gasp. The tom fought the air for some time, wildly flailing as his wide amber eyes stared frightfully at the nothingness ahead of him. "N-no!" he wailed, breaking the silence with his cry.
The tom stopped as he realized there was nothing there and forced his unkempt fur to lie flat. It was just a dream, he told himself, trying to relax his racing heartbeat. He was visibly shaken and his paws were drenched in sweat as the tom recounted the nightmare. There was smoke and fire everywhere, cats screaming for their lives as burning tree monsters scooped them up and swallowed them. The dream had been wild and unusual, yet so clear and real that Nighttail had been certain he was going to die.
He looked around the camp, wondering if any cat had saw or heard him as he rose to his paws and pretended to groom his chest fur. He hadn't cleaned himself in days, and his fur stuck up in awkward angles from the soot and dirt build up on his skin. His tongue grazed the middle of his chest and he spat mud away in disgust. "What..." He looked down at his paws, realizing he'd fallen asleep right next to a stream. Grumbling softly, he walked away from the muddy area and picked out a dry piece of land a few fox-lengths away for himself. He stepped on a small twig on the way there and practically shot out of his fur in fear. "Mouse-dung!" he snapped, kicking the debris away and angrily curling up into a ball. He prayed silently for more sleep, but shifted whenever the dark edges of unconsciousness began to blur his vision. He wanted sleep but didn't want to dream, for the dark image of Smokestar being devoured by a flaming tree still haunted his thoughts.
The tom finally sighed in defeat and rose to his paws to find another way to occupy his time. He looked around the camp, wondering if any cats were up when he spotted Yellowstar stretching outside of his den. "Eh," the tom muttered to himself, shifting his gaze elsewhere. Nothing for him to do there. He padded over to the fresh-kill pile, inspecting its contents curiously. It took three days of starvation and boredom for the tom to finally decide to eat, so he wasn't going to celebrate the occasion on some measly piece of prey. He settled on the rabbit Nov caught earlier, surprised that no queen or elder had already swiped up the big prey. He drug it out of the pile and curled up next to it, opening his jaw to dig his fangs deep into the creature's throat.
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"Wait!" a hiss sounded from across the camp. Nov poked his head out of the apprentice's den and stalked towards Nighttail, keeping his pawsteps light as not to disturb anycat. "I was just about to claim that for myself," the tom said, stopping next to the ShadowClan deputy and settling down next to him. He kneaded the ground with his paws excitedly and licked his muzzle as the scent of the rabbit wafted into his nose. "Want to share?"
He looked down to catch the dark tom's response, only to see that Nighttail had walked off with the rabbit. "I caught that!" Nov shouted after the tom, but Nighttail didn't seem to care. He trotted off to the edge of the camp and settled back down with the prey.
Nov sighed and shook his head. He was grateful to Yellowtar and all the clan cats for letting him rest in their home for the night, but did they really have to be so stingy and strict with who got to eat first? He'd spent the day traveling and trying to make friends, so he deserved a rabbit, didn't he? He didn't let it bother him too much as he turned away and gazed at the small pile of prey. Perhaps he could snack on something else to satisfy his cravings. He heard a warrior mention a hunting patrol earlier and wondered when exactly those cats would return with fresh food.
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Lilypaw was sound asleep in the nursery, purring softly in her sleep and twitching her paw on occasion. She'd been worn out from playing with Whorlkit, and after snacking on a vole that Thistleflower and Nighttail had brought in earlier, found herself fast asleep in an empty nest without even realizing it. Her chest rose and fell softly, and the gentle sounds of her slumber drifted out of the den and mixed with the snores and purrs of the cats in the other dens, creating a soft crescendo of happy nappers as more and more cats fell asleep.
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 24, 2017 2:24:50 GMT -5
((Nighttail rn: ))
Mossheart was soaked.
She was no longer dripping, but she was cold and wet, something that she hadn't ever encountered before. She half scowled at her Riverclan companions as they all returned with their prey locked in their jaws, her fur feeling heavy with the soot-stained water. In her own jaws dangled a mouse, a scrawny rabbit and a small bit of her remaining pride and dignity: a moderately sized fish -- the Riverclanners called it a bream? Mossheart didn't even know that fish had names.
Granted, the Windclanner was thrilled that she had managed to catch one. It was just... not at all graceful, she admitted; as if her soaked pelt and spirits wouldn't be able to showcase that fact. The bream had two long set of claw marks down its side, as it had escaped her grip twice over before she managed to plunge her head in and grab the slippery, scaly thing between her jaws. She had pulled her soaked body from the water, managing to drop it on the ground as it flopped viciously in her jaws. It was extremely unusual of her prey to move post-catch and she had to scramble after the bream before it flopped its claw-marked body back into the river from whence it came. Her ears were still burning warmly from the embarrassing situation.
But now she stalked back to the Riverclan camp with her water-logged tail nearly dragging along the ground, following her Riverclan companions in hopes that they weren't still laughing at her. It had been an experience, she was sure of that. Beesplash's cheerful smile through the prey she held was reassuring, Mossheart did admit that. As the group headed into the camp, she headed to the pile, feeling fairly proud of the work that was done today. "Well... not bad considering the situation," she mewed, feeling a little sheepish as she stood next to the deputy.
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Whorlkit had finally run himself out of energy; he had quite literally fallen asleep with the moss ball still locked between his tiny paws. The small kit had draped himself across the apprentice's flank, having tried to get her to awaken again after she had decided to relax a little. He had whined a little before settling down himself, somewhat understanding that Lilypaw had been pretty tired after their game, even if he wished to continue. He batted the ball between his paws for a couple moments before; after awhile, it just seemed right to Whorlkit that a nap was severely in order, considering the turmoil that rocked his core in the afternoon. He faintly remembered that Mossheart was gone, but Lilypaw had done an effective job at keeping him busy.
And thus, the white and gray tom snored a little as he slept on Lilypaw, his ears and whiskers lightly twitching as he dreamed.
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 24, 2017 3:31:38 GMT -5
Mossheart's wet pelt managed to stand up a little as the Riverclan deputy commented about her sulky nature. She meekly hung her head a little lower than Beesplash's and glanced up at her. She chuckled a little, nervously kneading her paws on the grass. "I... guess that's fair. I don't know how you guys manage to not get wet, honestly," she purred. "If it wasn't so darn cold in there, I might have had fun!"
Mossheart felt her heart skip a couple of beats as she remembered the kitting queen. It wasn't necessarily true that she had forgotten about her, just that she had decided to not preoccupy her mind on the situation; a full mind couldn't hunt as well as a cleared one. "Oh... I do hope that everything went alright..." she somberly added, knowing that Morningflight wasn't nearly as ready as she should have been. Anxiety clawed at her belly as she glanced at the medicine den.
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Flurryfoot had busied herself during the waning hours of light picking out various herbs to use in the deceased kit's burial. She had already set aside some mint and rosemary, as they served no other purpose than burial. Lavender was generally reserved for leaders... perhaps since it was her leader's kit, it would be fitting? Yet lavender was also used for fever, and it felt a little wasteful if she were to use it. This made her stomach sink a little; burying a dead clan cat in the proper way should never feel wasteful, but here she was, rationing out her herbs sparingly due to the crisis at hand.
This happened quite a bit, as of late. The cats who had died of smoke inhalation were all buried with the same mindset -- what could she and others do to maximize the herb supply as to give all the cats a proper burial. It didn't help that burial traditions were all different from clan to clan; it spiked some tensions when Flurryfoot moved to quickly for the mourning cats' liking. She wrinkled her nose and cocked her head at the herb supply, feeling more stones form in her gut. The deceased kit was small; she could spare the lavender for the burial.
She reached out a paw to grab watermint, but was met with no foliage at her touch. "Foxdung!" she hissed quietly, flattening her ears; due to the current events, she had failed to remember that she had run out of watermint before the fire. She quickly adjusted her demeanor and spoke to herself, "Well... this will have to do." The medicine cat lightly picked up the small amount of herbs and trotted somberly to the kit's cold body and laid them out beside him. She gingerly pressed the dried leaves to the kit with her paw, smothering the scent of death as best she could.
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Post by Winona on Nov 24, 2017 8:26:18 GMT -5
((Oh wow, poor Mossheart. XD ♡ Bun ♡ Do you want to just say Wolffang and Lichenpaw returned with herbs?)) Flamerose had curled up in a nest to try and get at least a little bit of sleep, and to think over what Yellowstar wanted. The Moonpool. They needed guidance from StarClan, to make sure that their ancestors hadn't abandoned them and to tell them what to do next, but Flamerose was scared. So much could go wrong, but the proud she-cat would never admit it. She heard the hunting patrol returning and sat up in the nest, stretching before she passed out and looked towards them and the fresh-kill pile. Flamerose had barely eaten since the fire, and now her stomach ached when she looked at the prey. She glanced towards the patrol, smiling in amusement when she saw Mossheart dripping wet. Flamerose grabbed a small mouse from the pile and made her way to a nice, empty spot where she laid down to enjoy the little meal in peace.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 24, 2017 8:40:15 GMT -5
Morningflight had returned to her newborn litter, whilst a little reluctantly, the sound of their tiny mewls had quickly turned her head and she went without argument, for now. She cared for her deputy, regardless of what darkness had filled his head of recent and she hated to see him suffer the way he was doing now. She wished she could do something to help, anything. But for now she was relegated to the camp and it had been made apparent she had little choice in the matter. The little queen settled herself by the three tiny bundles of fluff, and ran her tongue over them as she pulled them close to her belly. Her bones ached and her eyes felt like lead as she lay her head in the nest. But she forced herself to stay awake, watching the medicine cat's every move as she prepared her deceased kit for burial. Eyes sparking with tears as she watched in silence, heart aching at the process being carried out far too early.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 24, 2017 11:33:53 GMT -5
» Hahaha! Poor Mossheart omg
and why is that video so accurate nighttail is just rude «
Nov's eyes lit up as he heard the team of cats enter the camp. He admired their prey with wide green eyes, practically salivating at the mouth as they carried their fresh catches over to the pile. "Wow," the tom exclaimed, locking eyes on the fish between Beesplash's jaw. He'd never had fish before. "You caught all of that by yourselves?" Being a loner meant hunting for oneself whenever one was hungry, so he'd never had a cause to capture more than one piece of prey at a time - not unless extremely hungry.
His eyes wandered to Mossheart, ready to admire her catch as well when he took note of her wet fur. He glanced between Beesplash and Mossheart multiple times before a sudden purr rose from his throat. "It's a little too cold to be swimming," the tom teased after listening in on their conversation. He was never one to fish himself, since his home was a decent distance away from any streams, but the arrogant tom didn't think he'd ever fall in on a first attempt.
He smiled at Mossheart, hoping his light-hearted picking wouldn't annoy her too much. He was a tad bit more familiar with her than the other cats, as he recognized her from the rescue. She was the feline determined to save the life of a little kit, and the tom admired her for it. "Did it drag you into the water with it?"
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Yellowstar's golden eyes glinted as he shifted his gaze to the entrance. He watched the patrol enter, sighing in relief at finally seeing them appear. They'd been out a little longer than anticipated, and the tom feared something might have happened. "Welcome back," the tom meowed, nodding to them as they passed. He rose to his paws and followed after them, admiring their catches as they dropped them onto the pile. "This will feed every cat." He nodded his head approvingly, spacing out for a moment as he thought. "Take something to Thistleflower, will you?" the tom asked, turning to Mossheart. "And Morningflight as well. I don't believe either of them have eaten yet."
He turned his gaze on Nov, staring at the tom silently for a few moments. "Ensure that the sick cats eat before you dig your unclanly claws into the pile." He nodded his head once more before snagging a fish and walking to the medicine den, feeling Nov's sad gaze burning into his pelt as he disappeared inside.
"Is he ready?" the tom asked, dropping the fish near Flurryfoot. He wanted to bring her prey himself as a symbol of gratitude, as he felt the apology he'd given her earlier would not be enough.
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Nighttail's gaze followed Beesplash as the she-cat trudged across the camp with her prey, eyeing her as if she'd steal his rabbit if she got close enough. Once certain the she-cat was no threat, he bit into the rabbit and savored the flavor. It was a little stale and cold, but it was food, so the hungry tom tucked into its side until a good portion of it had been eaten.
He pushed the rabbit away after some time. He hadn't anticipated getting full so quickly despite how little his stomach had become. He licked his muzzle and rose to his paw, unsure of what to do next. The rabbit still had a decent amount of meat on it, and he didn't want it to go to waste. Perhaps the loner could -- no. Nighttail didn't appreciate Nov all that much. He sighed and stood there silently as if the answer he was looking for would fall from the sky.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 24, 2017 11:53:05 GMT -5
On her mate's re-entrance to the den, the queen looked up at him twitching her ears forward she purred a quiet greeting but quickly returned her gaze to the body of her deceased kit. Pebblekit lay still and stiff, her little body already completely cold to the touch as the medicine cat worked to prepare her for burial. She was so small and fragile, it didn't take long. The queen bowed her head, "As ready as she'll ever be," she whispered hoarsely.
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 24, 2017 12:30:02 GMT -5
((I've been calling the dead kit a tom I'm sorry lol))
Oh Starclan, her deputy saw her. Mossheart felt her pelt burn as Flamerose dipped her head in greeting to pick up a piece of their prey and she wanted to claw her own ears off to stop them from flaring up in embarassment. Yet Flamerose only gave a soft chuckle at her predicament before going off on her own to Her spirits seemed to pick up as Nov approached; she recognized the tom as well and he was nice enough. For a loner, he was quite friendly with all the clan cats... even if he couldn't remember what they were called or half of their names. She wasn't going to lie; there were quite a few names to remember and she certainty couldn't do it for every single cat.
"I... guess you could say it did," the Windclanner said, shifting her paws a bit. In all of her moons as a warrior, she never expected to feel such like a kit or apprentice again, being praised for what she felt was a utter disaster. Handling a rabbit like that would have been... far less than efficient. She however shrugged it off; it had been quite awhile since the warrior had actually tried something new. "Fish are just... so slippery. And I'm too determined to do things to know when I've lost, so now I'm wet."
Her ears flickered at Yellowstar, noticing that he seemed better than when she had left the camp. She opened her mouth to briefly ask how the kitting had gone, but the tom had already rushed back toward the medicine den with a fish by the time she had prepared her words. This led to a frown from the warrior; she knew that he had been present during the kitting, but... why was he still rushing to the den like his life depended on it? "Well... maybe the kits aren't in the medicine den anymore; maybe they moved to the nursery," Mossheart thought, her damp tail twitching lightly.
The warrior dipped her head in farewell to the patrol, still thinking feverishly about her question, "I should check up on Whorlkit..." she mewed meekly to them, "Thank you for letting me come with on the patrol, Beesplash, Mistyheart; it was much needed." With another dip of her head, she turned herself and padded toward the place she saw Lilypaw take Whorlkit. Mossheart nudged her head through the entrance, her eyes looking for signs of Morningflight at first -- nothing; Yellowstar definitely went back to the medicine den to check up on Morningflight. Another sight, however, managed to distract her from the suspicious behavior.
"Oh!" she mewed quietly, her heart almost bursting at the sight of Whorlkit draped across a dead tired Lilypaw, both snoozing peacefully. She didn't miss the moss ball tucked between the kit's paws either and felt her spirit up and attempt to leave her earthly body. "I don't think I've ever seen something so... cute," she thought, trying to stifle a little laugh. They looked so peaceful she couldn't bring herself to wake them up herself.
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Flurryfoot draped a comforting tail across Morningflight's flank and offered her a soft smile. Her paws reached for a couple of shiny river pebbles -- apprentices liked to collect them and offer them to her and she offered them back as burial items in return to the clan. It had managed to become a sort of tradition in Riverclan. She pawed forward an amber and brown mottled stone that had a small glimmer to it and set it next to the poor thing. She turned back toward the grieving queen. "She should be prepared now. Er... I should ask: is there anything else you would like done for her? Anything that you do in Shadowclan?" she asked gently, trying to not upset the queen much further than her aching heart could do.
The arrival of the leader bearing food caused her paws to jump a little, but she regained her composure without much effort. The hulking tom's apology had been welcome, and she had felt her heart settle as she had left his den to let him rest. She turned to him and offered Yellowstar the same soft smile she gave to the exhausted queen. "Just about!" she mewed, "I just need to know if Morningflight would like anything else done for her clan." She rested her eyes on the fish and her gut let forth a massive cry of pain. She sheepishly chuckled at the sound, knowing that her eating habits in the past few days had been almost non-existent. "I'll have a few bites of that, if you're offering," she mused.
Flurryfoot suddenly felt her sights rest on the kits at the queen's belly; for the first time today, she realized how some of them bared a very striking resemblance to Yellowstar. Granted, Morningflight and Yellowstar were not by any means uncommon looking cats; it could even be said that they looked a touch similar to one another. She glanced fretfully at her paws; Yellowstar would have to tell everyone about this at some point. There was no way he could keep up this 'careful' fatherhood ploy; cats would begin to get suspicious if he spent so much time with what everyone saw as Shadowclan kits.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 24, 2017 12:36:16 GMT -5
The queen blinked, as though trying to think, but all thoughts seem to have fled from her head. Until the deaths of her family, she had never suffered with grief in a large way, she had sat vigil for others but never paid too great attention to the detail, now she hated herself for not being able to think of anything. The tiny shecat deserved to be buried with everything any cat before her had been allowed, she may have been tiny but she was as much a Shadowclan cat as anyone else. Regardless of her lineage, she frowned with a sigh. Licking the kit a final time, but she no longer felt like her own kit. The scent was strange and different to her living kits, and she hated how stiff the tiny creature felt.
"The marshes are gone," she meowed quietly. "She cant lay with the rest of her clan, but I hope she'll find her way to them all the same."
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 24, 2017 12:48:38 GMT -5
Flurryfoot looked down at the queen with soft eyes and pressed her nose to the kit; she offered a prayer to Starclan, hoping they would guide the young one with their power. "She will find her way to the stars and they will guide her paws," the medicine cat murmured, "And may she watch down on us and guide our paws when we pass on as well." She hoped that the prayer might lift the queen's spirits a little, but Flurryfood didn't expect much. She knew from moons of experience that mourning couldn't be cured, and it was up to the one who was ill to make it through.
Picking her head up, Flurryfoot felt her stomach churn as she faced Yellowstar. "It's up to you when we bury her... it's getting dark so I might offer that it should be soon," she mewed sadly.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 24, 2017 12:57:37 GMT -5
Morningflight closed her eyes as well, listening to the medicine cat's words in silence as she waited for the prayer to end. "Thankyou, Flurryfoot," she whispered, genuinely grateful. The Riverclan Medicine Cat hadn't needed to do any of this, waste her herbs, help her kitting, care for her, she wasn't a clanmate and in any other situation they wouldn't have been friends. Yet she had been incredibly kind to her, with little reason for it then out of the kindness of her heart. "You have no idea how much this means to me," she said quietly watching the fallen kit for a moment further before returning her attention to the squirming bundles of fur at her belly.
"I want to come with you," she said firmly. Her tone of voice making it apparent that there would be no room for argument to try and persuade her to stay in camp.
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Post by Winona on Nov 24, 2017 13:54:26 GMT -5
((;-; Aww, the burial is sad.
Koi, should I have Flamerose talk to Nighttail now or what? XD I don't want to interfere with whatever you have planned. o.o))
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 24, 2017 19:56:34 GMT -5
Flurryfoot blinked in surprise at Morningflight, taken aback by the thankfulness in her voice. "No problem, Morningflight. It's my job to help cats in need," she offered, "I assure you, I wouldn't have traded this for the world." The calico cheerfully blinked at her, feeling her heart swell in warmth. Kitting was one of the better things that a medicine cat could do, Flurryfoot admitted. She liked helping new life into the world, a miracle that kept the clans alive.
The medicine cat flickered her tail in response to the queen's request. "I wasn't planning on stopping you. You deserve most of all to be there." She looked at Yellowstar, as if expecting a challenge from him. "I won't stop a queen to say good bye to the kit she carried for moons." Her soft amber eyes rested on the small kits now peacefully nursing at her stomach, before mentioning, "You will need someone to watch the kits and keep them warm while you're gone, though. If you can't find anyone, I'd be willing to do it."
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 24, 2017 20:02:52 GMT -5
The little queen shook her head with a little flicker of amusement in her blue eyes, "I wouldn't trade being a warrior for anything StarClan could give me," she replied without moving her eyes from the kits squirming at her belly. "I don't think I could ever do what you do," she added twitching her ears forward as Thunderkit slipped from his position in the nest. She leant down and lifted him by the scruff, ignoring the ltitle squeak the kit emitted and returned him to his place by her belly. They were all so small, they could fit with ease with little to worry about.
Looking back at the medicine cat, her eyes brightened even more with gratitude. She had been terrified she would be refused a place at the burial to care for her kits. She had a fourth that she needed to say farewell to, and would have killed anyone to ensure she could be a part of it. "Thankyou," she whispered quietly, but she understood the need to find someone to ensure the kits stayed safe. She thought for a moment.
"Mossheart helps to care for Whorlkit, maybe she wouldn't mind? It would only be for a little while."
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Post by MissMisty on Nov 25, 2017 2:53:45 GMT -5
cat's name: Bluepond | gender; She-cat | age: 13 moons | status: Young warrior (In-apprenticed Last moon) | sexuality: (Confused?!?!?? I'm going to think of this as homo/hetro) Hetro/Straight brief description of appearance and personality: Bluepond is a pretty blue-gray she-cat with pale blue eyes. She is confident, agile, sweet and polite screenname: Miststrike I would like her storyline to go something like this: Bluepond meets tom. Bluepond and tom fall in love. Bluepond is preggers. Tom is secretly scared for her. Bluepond gets smoke inhalation and becomes extremely sick. Bluepond kits. (INSERT SILVERSTREAM'S DEATH HERE) . Tom is sad, and takes up his job as guardian of the kits. I would probably keep 1 or 2 of the kits and give the others away to other people to rp
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 25, 2017 4:03:40 GMT -5
((I'm sorry! I just saw this!)) Wolffang had been waiting in camp for the next patrol to call him. Like many of the others, his lungs ached and he found himself cough for a moment before steadying his breathing. He was exhausted and hungry, but he knew he was not nearly in as bad of shape as many or the others. He sat up as Lichenpaw walked over. "Of course." He replied. "I don't know much about herbs, but I can try." He offered to the WindClan medicine cat apprentice. Herbs were just as important as prey, if not more so at this point. >> Ooc << Im trying so hard no to lose my muse. >> RP << Lichenpaw smiled grateful that the tom accepted her request, "That is quite alright, I just need an extra mouth to help me carry more bundles." She have a light giggle, She shook out her fur and look towards the entrance and then too the tom, "Are you ready to go?" She asked politely.
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Post by Winona on Nov 25, 2017 8:03:54 GMT -5
((But we all skipped forward. So wouldn't they be done with that patrol?))
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 25, 2017 16:20:45 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Oh that's right? then would you want start a new one??? I still want to do that patrol cause we never really rped it.. i mean it doesn't matter what time they are in though lol >> RP <<
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Post by Winona on Nov 25, 2017 17:43:08 GMT -5
((Maybe? Except I don't know what Koi has planned xD))
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Post by Winona on Nov 25, 2017 18:55:39 GMT -5
((Hey, Bramble!))
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Post by Winona on Nov 25, 2017 19:01:34 GMT -5
((Alright. XD I want to roleplay, but no one is on.))
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Post by Winona on Nov 25, 2017 19:11:49 GMT -5
((Yes! XD I have Flamerose and sort of Wolffang if you want to make some kind of starter.))
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brambleflight
Holiday craze. Replies wont be coming for a while sorry!
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Post by brambleflight on Nov 25, 2017 19:43:15 GMT -5
(Sure! I’ll just throw out all of them and then you can choose who to jump in with x3
I’ll also reply to what I’ve missed cx )
Beesplash smiled at the WindClanner. “It takes a lot of practice.” She mused before nodding in agreement at the mention of Morningflight and her kits. She sighed softly and didn’t have much time to dwell on it. She watched as Nov walked up. The loner had been quite helpful so Beesplash didn’t mind his presence, though there were a few times when his lack of knowledge about the warrior code made her annoyed. She took a step back, beginning to move away from the conversation when Mossheart went on to dismiss herself as well. “Of course. Thank you for coming along.” Beesplash meowed before watching the warrior disappear to check on Whorlkit.
The deputy let out a tired sigh and picked up her fish to make her way towards the open spot near the warriors den. As she neared, she noticed the ShadowClan deputy watching her like a rogue trying to protect his prey. Beesplash shook her head and focused her gaze elsewhere. It was no secret that Nighttail wasn’t quite right since the fire broke out. In many ways, Beesplash felt a great deal of sympathy for the tom but she wasn’t sure there was much she could do to help. Besides, she was usually busy with other things and duties. The deputy soon reached her destination and laid down to enjoy her fish.
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Ravensoar yawned as she woke up from her sleep. The ShadowClan warrior had been trying to get as much rest as she could since it seemed to be difficult to get in recent days. Though she was never plagued by nightmares of the previous fire, she was unfortunately surrounded by the damage that came after. The coughing and pain of the cats in the camp often kept her up more than anything else. Not that she was in any better condition. The warrior was coughing and wheezing too, which had made her bedridden for the past couple days. The she-cat rose to her paws and looked out over the camp. She coughed a couple times, her body shaking weakly from being rattled so much.
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Bluefrost lazed around the camp. Though stress didn’t effect him easily, he had been feeling rather stressed out lately. Most of it wasn’t even his own stress. Everyone around him was just filled with so much worry and bustling around like busy bees that it rubbed off on him. He let out a small groan and rolled over onto his side. The RiverClan tom looked around as cats walked by with a tired look in his gaze, despite having done the bare minimum.
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