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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 13, 2017 14:51:09 GMT -5
(Yep, Ham and the others knowing each other is fine with me. How well do they know each other? Like, would they have interacted fairly extensively in the past, or would it be more of a passive awareness with little direct interaction?)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Dec 13, 2017 14:51:27 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Wait a minute why are deputies going to the moon pool and not the medicine cats? I thought only medicine cats can share with starclan. >> RP <<
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Post by Dagegen5 on Dec 13, 2017 14:55:39 GMT -5
((They're trying to get their lives before Yellowstar can merge the clans!
I'll leave that up to you, Goblin! It won't really affect how Ham interacts with them because he's just overly-friendly at all times. xD
My exams went okay, Little.. But I'm just very happy to be DONE. xD))
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Dec 13, 2017 15:00:04 GMT -5
>> Ooc << OH yeah oops, I forgot about that. >> RP <<
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 13, 2017 15:08:33 GMT -5
(Lol what if StarClan is straight up like "only one of you gets nine lives, gotta decide which one between yourselves")
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Dec 13, 2017 15:16:41 GMT -5
Wren (Wrenpool) | Female | 27 Moons | Queen/Riverclan | Straight A medium-short furred pearl white she cat with light grey focal points on her face, tail and ears. She has a white nose blaze as well as powder blue eyes, she has dainty paws and soft features. Wrenpool is gentle and kind, she is nervous and scared about becoming a mother. She loves to laugh and have a good time, she has a good sense of humor and a whole lot of compassion, she doesn't take being lied or betrayed too lightly. Her mate Ben, and her were abandon just outside the border of the clans. Milk tea
Im not sure the rule for joining with a queen but i have a really good history for these two.
Ben | Male | 28 Moons | loner/Riverclan | straight ANYONE IS FREE TO RP THIS CHARRIE.... I FEEL WEIRD RPING MY OWN MATE. screenname
Lightingfoot | Male | 19 Moons | Shadowclan warrior | Straight A satin black tom with medium-short silky tamed fur, he has a feather like tail, cheek tufts that stick out into a point giving him soft elegant features. He has a white patch on his chest along with narrow pointy ears and bright yellow eyes. He is a bit of a worry wort, and overprotective when it comes to his loved ones. He is well mannered and polite as well as sweet and caring. Milk tea
Dawnpetal | Female | 19 Moons | Shadowclan warrior | straight A pearl white she cat with ginger patches along her back and forehead, she has medium-short soft fluffy fur that gives her soft features, she has a feather like tail with pale green eyes, she has narrow pointy ears with dainty paws; She is quite small for her age. she is friendly and sweet, she is very elegant and well mannered. She is patient and has a kind soul. Although she is very opinionated and can speak before she thinks sometimes. Milk tea
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Post by Littleflower on Dec 13, 2017 15:19:26 GMT -5
Nodding in agreement to the words of the medicine cat, in spite of the determined grip on the kitten it was apparent her mind was elsewhere. Her ears kept twitching towards the den which held her vulnerable kits, she hoped the windclan warrior would protect the newborns regardless of what might happen in her absence. Though she prayed nothing would come about whilst she was gone. Part of her wasn't certain about leaving them this early, but she knew she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't take part in the farewell of her tiniest daughter. Tears prickled in her dark blue eyes as she waited, grief and exhaustion beginning to take its toll on the slender queen after everything which had happened.
"Thankyou for agreeing to help," she added hastily to the medicine cat. Knowing fully that she'd have every right to refuse after what had surfaced in the recent hours.
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Post by Littleflower on Dec 13, 2017 15:21:11 GMT -5
(Milk!I'd be willing to rp Ben)
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Dec 13, 2017 15:31:29 GMT -5
» I laughed so hard at that ohmygosh Gob. Honestly considering letting that happen xD I was planning on StarClan sending them a sign to move the cats, or just ignoring them entirely.
Also Milky, it was once a tradition to take apprentices to the Moonstone back in the old days. I haven't read the books in a while though, so I'm not sure if warriors and the like are capable of speaking with StarClan via the pool anymore? I believe they can? I'd like to make that apprentice tradition a thing though once the clans are settled. I really like that tradition. Oh and Lichenpaw has every right to demand to go with them, just so you know asdfgfds «
Nighttail was grateful for the she-cat's kindness. If she'd so much as huffed at his request, he probably would have completely lost it. He sniffed the herbs as she slid them to him, curious about the odd stench. He couldn't recall ever having to take such herbs in the past, so it was a new experience for him. "The Moonpool," the tom murmured, raising his head and pawing at the leaves. "We're hoping to find survivors in the forest territory when we pass."
He glanced over his shoulder to check and see if Flamerose had followed him. The scent of the herbs suddenly made him reluctant to eat them, so he pretended to be preoccupied by searching for the she-cat's ginger coat.
Yellowstar's eyes narrowed as Flurryfoot spoke. He could tell that the she-cat was fighting to not make his true intentions obvious, but the look she gave him made him wonder if he should just spit it out himself. "We should get going then," the tom mewed.
He dipped his head to Beesplash, expecting the she-cat to keep things under control during his brief absence. He didn't have to verbalize it, for he trusted her full-heartedly and was well aware of her leadership skills. His golden gaze flickered to Morningflight, prepared to follow after the delicate-sized queen out of camp in silence. Hopefully Beesplash wouldn't scold him any further before he could leave, but a tom could only dream.
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Post by Brownie on Dec 13, 2017 15:33:39 GMT -5
[ Hardest part is choosing the colors for them smh also metaphorssssss also I think I'm changing Reedsplash's personality a bit; he's never been used and it seems like everyone's against the merging of the Clans, so I'll make him pro-merge. ]
Sagepaw Gathering Island - Open Something dug into her hip, tugging the fur and skin painfully away from her body. Perhaps it was a rock or a twig: it wasn't as if the island was meant to have cats sleeping on it after all, and the nests that were scattered around the center were hastily and wearily constructed by cats who could hardly breathe, let alone walk. Sagepaw hadn't bothered with any of that. She was under a fern with long, drooping leaves. Dew collected in the fronds and splattered her with drops every once in a while, but she didn't mind. It was dark under there --even during the day her white pelt was just a smudge of brightness in the shadows-- and it was secluded, out of sight from the main clearing most the rest of the refugees used as a camp. Of course, the island was small and even here she could hear the rasping coughs of those with smoked lungs and tickling throats that couldn't be sated no matter how much water they drank. She could sometimes spot lighter colored cats as they passed her leafy cavern to cross to the mainland. However she rarely troubled herself to look.
She was curled around her paws, grey-tipped ears perked although what she was listening for was unknown even to her. A cat walked past, paws crunching against the leaves. She shivered. Her leg ached where it was burned and her mouth still tasted of ash, but that was alright. Rabbitpaw would have endured much worse, hadn't he? She could bear it. Sagepaw put her head against her paws. Her eyes were open but all she could see was the darkness of her own prison. Reedsplash RiverClan Territory - Open The large tom had wandered off from the meeting with his fur prickling. His hackles were kept barely in check as he stalked out of the reeds protecting the camp and splashed his way to the other side of the stream. Sure the four Clans had been separate before, but there weren't four Clans anymore. There were only three, and ShadowClan hardly counted with only a handful of survivors. Nothing in the code accommodated for such a catastrophe, so surely it was in all their best interests to work outside of the code. After all, the code was only made after other events made rules necessary. Maybe now was the time to add one saying that the Clans must work together as one in times of need. It was a sound choice, a logical choice. Pooling the few cats they had and sharing resources is the only way to keep cats from dying, even after the flames had died out. He lashed his tail as he walked. It was a hard choice, but weren't all good choices the hardest to make?
Reedsplash let his paws carry him away from the camp and further out into the territory, away from the lake and the charred remains of the territories. The ash beneath his paws was a sludge, thickened by the damp and the mud. It clung to his fur, licked through his pawpads, heavy and dark. He didn't stop to clean off, it was pointless as his paws would inevitably be coated once more. At least the damp kept the ash from being carried into the wind and the air was mostly clear to breathe. Thank the stars for small mercies. He needed to walk, to think, and just to escape the contesting pressures tainting his camp.
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Post by Littleflower on Dec 13, 2017 15:35:45 GMT -5
Hesitant at first, she brushed her flank against his before quickly pulling away hoping no one had noticed their brief touch of affection. Right now there was little keeping her anchored to stop the tears from again beginning to seep from her eyes, and she pined for his touch to help calm her emotions. But she had at least some self control left and managed to tear her gaze from his.
The truth of the matter was that she was much younger then him, and a lot less well versed then he when it came to keeping her feelings in line. Everything was beginning to pile up on her shoulders until she was certain it would snap her back but she had to keep herself together. She couldn't show how weak she was really feeling, not yet. She didn't know who her friends were here.
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 13, 2017 15:35:48 GMT -5
(Just like any cat CAN have dreams of StarClan, I think any cat CAN go to the Moonpool and speak to StarClan. However just because they go to the Moonpool doesn't mean StarClan will speak with them. They still, I believe, have a preference for medicine cats. At least, that's always been my take on it.)
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Post by Dagegen5 on Dec 13, 2017 15:39:19 GMT -5
(I have a couple open starters on the previous page for my new characters, if you wanted Bramble!)
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Post by Dagegen5 on Dec 13, 2017 15:49:56 GMT -5
Flurryfoot- Riverclan Medicine cat Out of camp with Morningflight and Yellowstar
Flurryfoot padded out of camp as she dipped her head in farewell to Beesplash, her strides taking over both Yellowstar's and Morningflight's pawsteps as she swiftly took the lead to the Riverclan burial grounds. It was more due to the fact that she didn't want to sulk behind them, lost in her mind than a desire to truly lead. Navigation would serve as a useful distraction for her, in all honesty.
As much as she felt animosity towards her leader at the moment, she had a bleeding heart for the parents; they were grieving and she didn't feel as if she had the right to separate them. With the two cats padding side by site, the medicine cat had no qualms about taking them to the destination. She glanced back, watching the two cats briefly; they were close, but padded at a careful distance. Both looked somber. The calico felt her whiskers droop, but she steeled herself.
"No one will be near us," she stated bluntly, yet with soft and sympathetic eyes, "I don't want you to limit your goodbyes to her; she deserves to know how both of you felt." Flurryfoot's breath seemed to melt with the wind as she quietly spoke to them.
((Ahhh, where do you guys want the burial ground to be? I was thinking somewhere close to the lake?))
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Post by Littleflower on Dec 13, 2017 15:55:59 GMT -5
The queen who had been attempting to steel herself for saying her farewells to the kit she'd never had the chance to know and raise like the other three seemed taken aback by the words of the medicine cat. Her long golden tail darted left and right as she padded, cautious as to where she put each foot for fear the very ground would burn her paw pads as it had done in her own home. She didn't seem to even trust the world she lived in for fear it would hurt her further from all the wounds she'd already sustained. Even now she limped as she followed the medicine cat and her mate, though careful to keep up for fear she would manage to get lost. Morningflight twitched her ears, a somber look overtaking her golden face. "Thankyou for your help," she replied with a quiet voice, uncertain of what to say.
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Post by Brownie on Dec 13, 2017 15:57:45 GMT -5
[ okay two starters up
also so sad a plot ;-; ]
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brambleflight
Holiday craze. Replies wont be coming for a while sorry!
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Post by brambleflight on Dec 13, 2017 16:00:03 GMT -5
Beesplash reluctantly backed down as Flurryfoot took over. She felt slightly sympathetic as she watched as they prepared the burial for the small, lost kit. She heaved a sigh, unable to bring herself to argue any further with Yellowstar. At least, not at the moment and definitely not in front of a grieving mother. She glanced towards Morningflight and then looked back to her leader. She let out a small huff but held her tongue as he prepared to depart with the other two cats.
The deputy rose to her paws, lashing her tail with frustration as she began to pad away to take a seat near the warrior’s den. Frustrated and stressed, she looked over the cats in the camp, wondering if Yellowstar’s call for merging would ever be accepted. If they did, it seemed that it was unlikely to be permanent.
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(Sure! c: I think I’ll use Ravensoar since I haven’t really had the chance to use her yet cx )
The tuxedo colored she-cat sat quietly amongst the crowded cats which was a large mix of ShadowClan and WindClan members who had been forced out on the island. She heaved another breath, her nose almost stinging at the pain of inhaling. She had not suffered as terribly as other cats had with smoke inhalation but it still managed to affect her and her breathing. The quiet she-cat did her best to hide it though.
Ravensoar slowly rose to her paws and padded over to the pitiful fresh-kill pile. She frowned to herself before gently picking up a mouse, one of the few too as the pile was mainly made of fish. The ShadowClan warrior paused with the prey in her jaw and looked around for someone to share it with. She spotted Larkstep nearby and took note of the tom’s poor condition. She debated finding one of her actual clan-mates instead but shrugged it off and padded up to the WindClan warrior. She dropped the prey down in front of her and stared down at him with a nearly emotionless gaze. “Hello. Want to share?” She asked in a polite, yet serious manner.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Dec 13, 2017 16:05:21 GMT -5
» I think that's the best way to describe it really. And that's perfectly fine, Brownie! We do need to even the ratio a bit. Let me know when those are done Milky so that I can post them. Also, you should give your other charas some more love <3 I don't think you've used Nightshade at all yet.
Near the lake is perfect.~ «
Yellowstar didn't harbor the same level of control as Morningflight. The tom was possessed by two different personalities: his leader-like side and his newfound affectionate fatherly side. The queen's touch was like a switch being flicked, the tom's professionalism melting off of his pelt as the father inside of him clawed its way out of his heart. His gaze softened, now completely attentive to Morningflight as he brushed his pelt against hers.
That was his kit between her jaws, a kit lost because of the cruel fumes of the great fire. A kit not meant to be brought into the world so early and be snatched away in the same breath. He mourned her untimely death silently, sticking to his mate's side as they headed out of camp.
"She would have made a fine warrior," the tom murmured quietly, looking up from the ground. He met Flurryfoot's eyes, his own sullen and defeated. "One worthy of any opponent, and kind and compassionate. One to make any father proud." He slowed his pace a little, glancing to his side to catch his mate's expression.
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Post by Littleflower on Dec 13, 2017 16:12:40 GMT -5
Bowing her head at the words of her mate, she let out a slight whisper of agreement but said little else. Eyes dark with sadness as she followed the pair, having no clue as to where they were going she was content for now to go where she was lead. Her head nearly touching the ground as she walked, unable to find the energy to carry it high as she once would have done, nor did she feel any motivation to. Sadness took over her every crevice, in that moment she wasn't the strong warrior she was regarded as. But a broken mother, who had lost her daughter. She felt like a failure.
At the prolonged touch of her mate, the young queen was hesitant to wrap her long golden tail with his much fluffier one. Pressing close to him now they were out of the confines of camp and away from prying, judgemental eyes. His touch helped calm her, as it felt as though it was no longer a battle for her to fight alone in her grief. She knew it probably wouldn't last once they returned.
"She deserved better than what life gave her," she whispered hoarsely.
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Post by Winona on Dec 13, 2017 16:30:15 GMT -5
((Oh my gosh. I feel as if I have missed so much. XD Just gonna act like Flamerose has been following Nighttail and talking with Lichenpaw, too, the entire time...))
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Post by Dagegen5 on Dec 13, 2017 16:33:29 GMT -5
Larkstep- Windclan Warrior Gathering Island with Ravensoar
The Windclan tom lifted his head at the stoic voice that seemed to be directed at him? The powerful scent of Shadowclan washed over him, but Larkstep had to admit that he had gotten quite used to scent of other clans lately. He sat up straight and he gave the she-cat a light grin, wondering why she seemed so harsh at the moment. "What's with the formality? I'm not gonna bite," he rasped, laughing at his own joke before delving into an intense series of coughs. Finally regaining his composure, he made a light groan and grumbled, mostly to himself, "Starclan, why do I sound so much like an elder?"
The tom softened his gaze as he looked over the Shadowclanner, knowing she had succumbed to the same fate as he had -- destined to be at the island with debilitating coughing fits -- maybe to die, definitely to suffer -- until the smoke and ash had cleared its way from their lungs. His eyes flickered to the mouse, a small and scrawny thing. "Well, it beats fish," he rasped at her, his paws shifting as he got ready to enjoy the scrap of meat. Larkstep remembered suddenly; she wanted to share the mouse, not give it to him. He looked at her lightly, and offered a sheepish grin. "Er, thanks," he purred, trying to awkwardly slough off the fact that he almost snapped up the entire thing without consideration, "Go ahead; first bite is yours."
Flurryfoot- Riverclan Medicine cat Out of camp with Morningflight and Yellowstar
The medicine cat nodded somberly in agreement with their words, silently praying to Starclan as the cats walked towards the lake. She murmured a small "Don't worry about it," to Morningflight as she expressed her gratitude again. Flurryfoot wasn't sure if she could ever convey to the queen that she didn't mind in the slightest about helping her in her time of need. Granted, her attitude at the moment likely wasn't helping her convey that message either. She didn't mind, however; reassurance was part of her job and she would do it as many times as she had to.
At last, they came across the rocky shore of the lake as the remaining sun was dwindling on the horizon. It cast its last rays of the evening over the small party of cats and illuminated the choppy water. The sky was not clear or bright as smog still hung in the are, hazy and dull, and the sunset was not as beautiful because of it; it seemed to moreover reflect the somber tone of the evening. Flurryfoot nodded to Morningflight, instructing her to the small alcove of a hillside, flanked by two trees with roots gnarled in crumbling dirt. Here lay graves of the generations of Riverclan cats before them, raised mounds of dirt marked by colorful pebbles and shells. Grass grew sparsely, unable to thrive in the rich soil due to the shade given by the trees; what did grow was vibrant, healthy and colorful, fed by the greatness of the warriors and leaders of past time.
"Yellowstar," she mewed, unable to give much of a command. She hated being here; she was saddened by the number of times that she had to of been here in the past three days. Some of the dirt was freshly overturned by living paws as the clans buried foreign cats in Riverclan land, not even days old. She felt her nerves gather and she spoke quietly, yet with purpose, "We need to dig a grave."
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Post by Littleflower on Dec 13, 2017 16:39:43 GMT -5
The stench of death which seemed to surround the area was unavoidable, and it made the slender queen flinch at the taste of it on the air. It felt wrong, and her instincts told her to get out of here. The shecat was unused to the sensation of death, a rare one in her short life. Though the number she had witnessed in the recent days had greatened that number substantially. It surprised her how apparent the smell was in this area and even more so how calm the older cats were about it. She did as she was told with a slight level of caution, treating every mound she saw with the upmost respect and tried her best not to stand on anything though due to the high number was almost impossible.
She could however admit that this place was beautiful, the flowers were vibrant and smelled brilliant even to her nose despite the other less happy scents. Here and only here did she at last lay the kit to rest at her paws, lowering her head to very carefully groom the tiny shecat a final time. Nosing the limp shecat as though with hope that she could at the very last minute bring life to the small creature however unlikely. But she knew it was hopeless. It had been over for this little one almost as soon as it had begun, and now she had to lay it to rest with as much dignity as she could.
Looking up at the words of the medicine cat, she lowered her head and attempted to stand. Even if this alone winded her already exhausted and thin body as she approached quietly. "I will help."
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Holiday craze. Replies wont be coming for a while sorry!
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Post by brambleflight on Dec 13, 2017 16:48:54 GMT -5
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
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Post by Winona on Dec 13, 2017 16:50:21 GMT -5
Although Flamerose was in agreement with not taking Nov along, she had to admit that Nighttail was still rather harsh. For not doing much since the fire, the deputy was sure still full of fire. She was not at all looking forward to this trip to the Moonpool with him, but she knew it was required for the Clans. They needed to know what to do next, although Flamerose suspected it would be a journey like their ancestors. After all, what else was there for them to do? Even RiverClan's untouched territory couldn't sustain the remains of the three Clans for long.
She watched as Nighttail padded away across the camp, choosing to stay behind for a moment. Maybe forming with Yellowstar wasn't a horrible idea. They would never have to fight again... or lose a warrior or an apprentice to a battle. They could all just happily live as one, but... No, Flamerose couldn't give into that. She had worked too hard for this, and they had already lost ThunderClan. They couldn't lose what WindClan and ShadowClan were, too.
Finally, Flamerose made her way over to Lichenpaw and Nighttail. "Do you have some travelling herbs for me, too?" She asked, her tail-tip flicking a bit as she spoke. Yes, she was eager to get going, and at least know what Moonpool would ask of them.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Dec 13, 2017 16:56:12 GMT -5
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Familiar with how burials went, Yellowstar had already begun to dig a hole near the mounds of decorated dirt near them. He dug a claw deep into the moist soil and heaved a paw-full out of the ground and to the side. He did it a few times, burying his paw deeper into the earth until a good portion of his foreleg was submerged underground. He didn't bother to expand the hole to resemble the mounds near him, for the body being buried tonight was of a little kit that took up minimum space. He kept his tail outstretched the entire time, blocking Morningflight from attempting to assist him. He shook his head to her lightly, hoping she'd understand that she couldn't afford to waste her energy. He also felt the doing it alone was the least he could do, seeing as he felt completely helpless in the situation.
The dirt was loose and slipped through his pads like water, making the task a breeze. He stepped back once certain he'd dug deep enough, shaking his paw slightly as he made room for Flurryfoot and Morningflight to step forward. He'd been to the burial site earlier when he'd buried three cats from the gathering island alongside Lilyfern, making this his second trip. How many more times would he have to see this place before StarClan finally let them be? Taking so many cats to join their ranks was more selfish than Yellowstar could ever be, and he felt a brief flare of anger rise in his chest as he watched the she-cats do their thing. Pebblekit did not deserve to die.
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Post by Littleflower on Dec 13, 2017 17:02:47 GMT -5
A sick feeling filled her chest as she watched her mate dig the burial site, tears again brimming in her eyes but she managed to bite them back as best as she could. She pressed her nose into the little kit's short fur with a wince, she whispered into the little body. "Goodbye little one, I'm sorry I couldn't have been a better mother to you." She stammered through tears which were quickly making it hard for her to see. "May Starclan's light guide your paws always." Please, welcome her into your ranks, don't take it out on her because of my mistakes, she thought very nearly shivering but managing to hold herself together for now. Banish me to the Dark Forest for eternity if that's what it takes, she begged. Sending her gaze skywards for a brief second.
Then, very hesitantly, the young queen passed her daughter to her mate for him to say his farewells to the tiny creature.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Dec 13, 2017 17:12:17 GMT -5
» Towheefur is such a cool name asfgfds Now that there's a decent amount of 'paws in RiverClan, do you guys mind if I assign mentors? You can say that your chara's mentor died if you'd like and a new one can be elected IC. Otherwise, lemme know if you all have preferences for your apprentices so that I can add them to the page.~ This works for the WindClan apprentice too. «
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Post by Dagegen5 on Dec 13, 2017 17:12:50 GMT -5
((I'm fine with you assigning mentors for them! ))
Flurryfoot- Riverclan Medicine cat Out of camp with Morningflight and Yellowstar
Flurryfoot watched as Yellowstar did the task on his own; he hadn't really needed prompting, she realized. She shot a sympathetic look to Morningflight, somewhat rolling her eyes at the leader's behavior. It was his method of grieving, she thought. The medicine cat brushed her tail to the queen's lithe flank, gently coaxing her. "You could have set Pebblekit in the grave, you know; that old coot doesn't have to do everything," she teased. She flashed an affectionate grin at Yellowstar, a little bit despite herself.
Flurryfoot was fully aware of the mournful looks that the two parents gave as the kit was laid to rest and she cleared her throat. Her emerald eyes closed as she dipped her head, enunciating a prayer for the two to hear. "Starclan, as your stars shine down upon us, know that we have faced numerous obstacles in our path in the past three sunrises. We have lost many close and kind souls -- and tonight, we prepare to welcome another day where more of them may depart. Pebblekit will not be able to join us in this strife, and we ask that you guide her tiny paws and bless her with your wisdom so that she may one day guide our own paths. She may be gone from this world, but we will remember her until our own passing breath, and fondly imagine the way she might have been had she not met such an untimely fate."
The she-cat lifted her head, and looked to Yellowstar and Morningflight. Her kind, green gaze implored them to say anything they might have to get off their chest.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Dec 13, 2017 17:16:33 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Littleflower of course you can rp ben! I left the descrption and personality blank.. so uhh feel free to make him how ever you like I know i just haven't found a reason to rp nightshade yet.. i will soon though. >> RP <<
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