requiem
❝ i will gut you if i need to. i will carve my way out with only my teeth. ❞
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Post by requiem on Dec 27, 2017 0:24:29 GMT -5
ooc | i'd be happy to!
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 27, 2017 0:27:31 GMT -5
[ Alright c': I'll reply once i can! ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 27, 2017 0:30:06 GMT -5
This cat wasn't her Momma. There was no milk scent that clung to this cat, and as the feline stepped closer, the little kit could see that this newcomer was much younger than her Momma. What was also different was it sounded and looked like this new cat was male. The kit whined pitifully for her mother. Under the warm tongue of the tomcat the little kitten squirmed, unsure of this newcomer still. She had no reason to trust him, but she had no reason to not trust him. And it wasn't like she could get up and run from him - she was still wobbly on her paws at best and there would be no way she'd be able to bring her brother along, and she wasn't leaving anywhere without her brother at her side.
...Home? The word accompanied by a rush of warmth from the grooming made the kit feel...safe. She felt safe. The tom's words were even kind, kinder than her Momma's voice had been. From what she could remember her mother wasn't a very maternal cat, but she had cared for her kittens well enough. But now she was gone. Where was she? These thoughts raced through the molly's mind once more and she cried out. "Want Momma!" Despite being warm the little kit was still unsure of this newcomer. He seemed nice, but he smelled off and had no traces of milk upon his fur. It was Momma who had the milk.
Another protest came from the ticked tabby as she was held up by her scruff. She squirmed weakly in the tom's grasp. The kit then suddenly fell limp. She was tired. She was hungry. This tom was going to take her somewhere no matter how hard she tried to escape. Maybe, just maybe, he knew where her Momma was and was bringing her and her brother back to her. That simple thought alone satisfied the kit for now.
Hummingfrost, alongside Iceclaw, had been out for a while when the familiar scent of Firepaw washed over her. She purred, placing down the moss and feathers she had been able to collect and then leaned over to gently nudge Iceclaw. "Firepaw," she mewed, looking at the blue-eyed warrior so he could see her lips. As soon as the ginger tom's name had slipped off her tongue another scent, a soft and warm smell, hit her. She blinked. Surprise contorted her face. What was Firepaw doing smelling like milk?
And then she found out.
Upon his back was a tiny kit and dangling from his jaw was another. One thought instantly popped into Hummingfrost's mind - Firepaw's a dad. As an apprentice. The thought of him finding kits due to a mother abandoning them didn't seem plausible to her, no mother would leave her kits.
As the apprentice came closer, Hummingfrost couldn't help but stammer, "Wh-where did... You had kits?!" Her voice was shocked, and she herself was surprised she had came out and said what was on her mind so quickly. She was as confused as ever, but soon maternal instincts kicked into high gear for the molly. "Where is the mother? Your, uh, mate?" Firepaw with a mate...at his age? Had he mated with that loner that had followed the Clan to the moors? Why would she leave her kits? "No matter, they need shelter, and I'm sure they need to be fed." Even though Hummingfrost didn't have kits or milk of her own, she was determined to care for these two kittens. As a permanent queen she had been able to work with Thornwhisker and Featherpool to find a herb mixture that helped stimulate milk production alongside the natural usage of borage. Getting herself to produce milk for the two kits wouldn't take much work and much time. As long as her body felt the actions of nursing kits her system would automatically begin producing milk even without the herbs, but Hummingfrost knew herbs would help as well.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 27, 2017 0:50:12 GMT -5
Iceclaw
The snowy warrior expected maybe a million things to happen when they went out on the moor. They could've gotten lost. They could have been attacked by hostile clan cats. Confronted by a loner. Chased by some unsavory predator. Find a ton of prey, or a secret stash of herbs.
All of these things, and Iceclaw never saw this coming.
The look the ginger apprentice got from his older brother wasn't stern with disapproval, though. In fact, if Firepaw chanced a peek at the fluffy tom, he'd find that Iceclaw's whiskers were twitching, and if he caught Firepaw's eye, he'd mouth the words, "Kits? Really?"
That glitter in the older tom's eyes meant that there would be plenty of jokes later. Although Hummingfrost was right. They needed to get these kits back to camp now, wherever Firepaw's flame was.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 27, 2017 1:01:20 GMT -5
[ Feathertalon -- Headphone Actor ]
When Firepaw ended up running into Iceclaw and Hummingfrost, he felt his fur grow hot. Then the question. He tried stuttering around the poor molly kitten but he couldn't get his words out. He nodded quickly. His eyes caught the words Iceclaw mouthed, a soft purr of amusement leaving the flame colored toms chest before he gestured with his tail for them to head back to camp. He just hoped he could get the little scraps of fur to camp before it got any colder. So, instead of exchanging anymore words with Iceclaw and Hummingfrost, he quickly picked his way back to camp, feeling a lot better once the entrance came into sight. he carefully glanced back, hoping the two followed him. He knew Hummingfrost would help him care for these two, and he was extremely thankful.
So, once theu were inside camp, he quickly trotted to the nursery, where he rested the molly and tom kittens on the floor, looking back at his brothers not-mate mate. "I swear, they aren't mine. But I'd love it if you could take care of them. They need warmth and milk quickly. Should I get Featherpool? She can probably bring you herbs to help with your milk. I just don't want to leave them all alone, you know?" The apprentice rambled. Firepaw carefully leaned down and began grooming the two little kits, his body curling around them to warm them up. They were probably cold.
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requiem
❝ i will gut you if i need to. i will carve my way out with only my teeth. ❞
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Post by requiem on Dec 27, 2017 1:12:47 GMT -5
ALWAYS LOOK ON Ginger fur fluffed out to guard against the cold of the open moor, snowy paws paused in their jaunty trotting as Jasper reached the edge of the Windclan camp. From the crest of the shallow dip, he could clearly see the gathering of clan cats below, and, following their gazes, make out Rainstar and another cat perching atop a particularly large boulder, Though he couldn't quite make out what was being said, it seemed to be of great importance, fully commanding the attention of the others. Surely they wouldn't mind if he let himself in... Ears and whiskers forward and tail curling in curiosity, the large tom padded down the gentle slope to sit at the edge of the crowd, just in time to catch the final words of Rainstar's dismissal. Darn. Turning instead to the tom at his side, amber eyes shining, he mewed a quick greeting. "Hey, Cloudwhisker... What'd I miss? Seemed important." THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE
ooc | sorry; had to clean litterboxes!
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 27, 2017 1:13:22 GMT -5
There was no more time for questions. These kits needed warmth and food. They wouldn't be able to get milk right away, but Hummingfrost was sure Featherpool or Thornwhisker could whip up a herbal meal or something for the two until the queen could get her milk to come. Already she was in love with the two kits no matter where they had come from and if Firepaw had mated at the age of an apprentice. She was going to raise these kits and she was going to protect them with her life. She was briefly reminded of how she had done the same for Firepaw. She had cared for him and nursed him when his mother had died, and now she was going to care for and nurse his kits. It was the least she could do to help the ginger tomcat out.
For once Hummingfrost was able to take the lead. "Get Featherpool, yes," she answered Firepaw's question firmly. As soon as she slipped into the nursery she placed the newly gathered moss and feathers around her nest, making sure they were all in place so the kits wouldn't be prodded with anything. They needed to be comfortable. The molly then turned to eye Firepaw with her amber gaze. There was the fierce love of a mother shining in their depths. "No matter where these kits came from, Firepaw, I swear to care for them as I did you." She leaned forward and pressed her nose comfortingly against his cheek. "Iceclaw and I will watch them while you get Featherpool. I'll get them settled into the nest while you do." She had half a mind to ask Firepaw if he could perhaps get Rainstar and tell him what was happening but she thought better of it. She would let the leader know that he was going to allow two new members into the Clan whether he wanted to or not later. Right now the kits needed to be groomed, warmed up, and fed.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2017 1:29:59 GMT -5
OOC Antstep to Spiderpaw.
IC The short tom looked around at the moor for a few moments, not yet replying. “...I, I don’t know. I haven’t really gotten the chance to explore yet. But whatever is inside our borders-and I’m pretty sure people have marked them by now, is our territory, so we’re free to explore it. We can discover more about the territory together,” he suggested, smiling over at Spiderpaw for a moment, Antstep was a usually, fairly pleasant cat. “It can be an adventure,” he added, jumping down into a stalking position real fast before he got back to his feet, tail twitching excitedly.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Dec 27, 2017 11:12:10 GMT -5
[ Yep, I'm rusty on kits. Feather, you're making me look bad. xD] g r a s s w h i s k e r c a m p Spotting the commotion, the large tabby tom made his way over. "Hey, what's going on here?" he asked before he spotted the two bundles of fur. Their fur color was very similar to Firepaw's, the cat who brought them in. He put the twotogether and like the rest of the group that had seen Firepaw, assumed the kits were the young apprentices. "Really, Firepaw got some tail before me?!" the tabby blurted out loud. To recover from his outburst, the tom had begun to lick his chest, but redirected his attention to the kits. "So who is the mom and where is she? And what did she look like? I wonder if she has any friends..." Grasswhisker mewed. --- The small bundle of fur opened his green eyes a wink. The scents of more cats overwhelmed him and made him dizzy. However, the cat that had rescued them was still there, his scent stronger than the others. The kit mewed for milk. Oh, the poor kit was so hungry. His stomach ached and rumbled, causing him to squirm in search for the food he so very craved. He was weak, very weak and only fell back asleep to escape the pangs in his belly.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 11:21:25 GMT -5
Hickoryburn Despite how awkward he felt, Hickoryburn managed a short reply in turn to the other tom. ”It’s fine. Like you said, we all have our moments.” Yeah, a moment. That’s how he was going to refer to it. That’s all it was, some awkward mishap on Stickfur’s part. As long as that didn’t happen again Hickoryburn was sure this patrol would make it back to camp in no time.
Now right on the border, Hickoryburn stopped and checked the scents. The scent of fish and peaty soil washed over him. Must be the scent of RiverClan, he thought to himself with a twitch of his tail. It was odd to smell another large group of cats. It also brought on a feeling of accomplishment. WindClan had made it home. WindClan had survived.
After checking the scents, he deemed it all clear. Turning to Stickfur he mewed, ”I’ll mark the border over here.” He gestured with his tail to the left of him. ”Why don’t you take the rest,” he suggested as he nodded toward the right of him where the border made it down to the lake shore. here was my response to that c': ( So, so sorry! I didn’t see that there, here’s my reply )
Stickfur -Border -Feathertalon Stickfur gave a stiff nod as he continued on. He decided to suppress all his emotions and thoughts that strayed from the patrol, as that seemed like the best way to do things. As long as he kept his paws away from any piles of dirt of things like that, the patrol should go smoothly and be back before rain fell on the WindClan camp.
So far the weather actually wasn’t looking bad. Suddenly Stickfur winced. Fish scent... that was a sign that they had come to the border. He looked over at Hickoryburn, pride in the other tom’s eyes that wasn’t exactly easily hidden. Hickoryburn looked quite happy with something.
Was it that Windclan had already made it this far? Stickfur knew that it sure was something to be proud of. They hadn’t fallen, they weren’t defeated. The whole and the essence of WindClan had survived. It was good to know that everything was thriving, he thought. “Yes, I’ll just go ahead then.” Stickfur gave an awkward tilt of his head in acknowledgement to Hickoryburn’s next words. He was to check the right side of the border, around the lake shore. Easy enough.
“Uh... thanks for not making a big deal of what happened earlier.” He added quietly before turning to pad away and mark the rest of the border. Stickfur was glad that there were no bad feelings between the two of them, as even a little bit of awkwardness would taint the good feeling of the patrol. Maybe he was awkward but at least Hickoryburn didn’t seem fazed. He was grateful for that.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 12:09:34 GMT -5
There was no more time for questions. These kits needed warmth and food. They wouldn't be able to get milk right away, but Hummingfrost was sure Featherpool or Thornwhisker could whip up a herbal meal or something for the two until the queen could get her milk to come. Already she was in love with the two kits no matter where they had come from and if Firepaw had mated at the age of an apprentice. She was going to raise these kits and she was going to protect them with her life. She was briefly reminded of how she had done the same for Firepaw. She had cared for him and nursed him when his mother had died, and now she was going to care for and nurse his kits. It was the least she could do to help the ginger tomcat out.
For once Hummingfrost was able to take the lead. "Get Featherpool, yes," she answered Firepaw's question firmly. As soon as she slipped into the nursery she placed the newly gathered moss and feathers around her nest, making sure they were all in place so the kits wouldn't be prodded with anything. They needed to be comfortable. The molly then turned to eye Firepaw with her amber gaze. There was the fierce love of a mother shining in their depths. "No matter where these kits came from, Firepaw, I swear to care for them as I did you." She leaned forward and pressed her nose comfortingly against his cheek. "Iceclaw and I will watch them while you get Featherpool. I'll get them settled into the nest while you do." She had half a mind to ask Firepaw if he could perhaps get Rainstar and tell him what was happening but she thought better of it. She would let the leader know that he was going to allow two new members into the Clan whether he wanted to or not later. Right now the kits needed to be groomed, warmed up, and fed. Thornwhisker - Camp - Thornwhisker peered out of her den, and perhaps it was curiosity or instinct that drove her to make a beeline for the nursery. There seemed to be a whole lot of commotion going on there... she tentatively moved her way over there and stopped by the entrance before moving in.
She could hear voices from inside the den, but was unsure why. The nursery shouldn’t be too busy, no queen had a new litter anyways. As Thornwhisker went in, she saw Hummingfrost preparing bedding and nests.
“Kits? Who had kits? The other clan cats have gotten into a huge commotion about Firepaw having a mate that had kids, or at least that’s what I’ve heard.” She narrowed her eyes but paused.
“You’ll need some borage if you’re looking to be a sort of adoptive mother. These kits have got to be weak, also from what I’ve heard. For strength travelling herbs will work well enough. Chamomile, burnet, daisy leaves, and sorrel.” Thornwhisker decided not to judge Firepaw’s possibly bad decision and instead work on the big picture. “Until you can produce milk they’ll need something else.” She added briskly. “Anything in mind?”
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Post by Morticat on Dec 27, 2017 12:44:46 GMT -5
» S p i d e r p a w
Spiderpaw found the excited tom's attitude tasteless but shrugged it off quickly; they were both new to this whole thing and it wasn't as if Spiderpaw was necessarily thrilled to learn about the best places to scrape moss. The black and white tom slowed down his pacing so he could be in line with his mentor and following his lead. Soft dirt squished under his paw pads and between his toes, and opening the rest of his senses he felt as though he could nearly taste everything he smelled. A sweet earthy scent hung in the air mingled with the fresh scent of WindClan markings and aging mossy rocks. A completely different set of smells compared to what the apprentice would smell while dozing around in confides of camp. His paws ached to take off and run, to feel the wind pushing back his whiskers and challenging him to push back harder against the winds, but he didn't, and he glanced over to Antstep, "I'm not too familiar with the borders," he explained to the gray tom, "But an adventure sounds great! We can span the whole territory in one day, bring back some fresh kill for the clan and maybe battle some passing rogues," Spiderpaw said with a gleam in his eyes, sinking his claws into the ground with eagerness. "Oh, and that moss," he added quickly.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 27, 2017 14:17:26 GMT -5
I'll reply to everything as soon as I can; I'm not home and won't be for a few more hours so I'm just popping in on mobile
Also, Rain, you do kits perfectly pssh - also grass is the best omg I love him
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 27, 2017 14:49:08 GMT -5
Will get in replies in a few minutes c': But goodmorning everyone!
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 27, 2017 15:16:15 GMT -5
[ requiem ]
Since the meeting had ended, Cloudwhisker had settled for washing his beautiful white fur. That was until a toms voice entered his ears. One he knew rather well. A purr erupted from the fluffy tom cat as he turned to look at Jasper. He had tuned out the commotion going on by the nursery, assuming it was just a bunch of shock, but he decided on checking it all out later on. Quickly, he turned to face the large ginger and white tom cat, his gray-blue eyes glittering softly. Cloudwhisker glanced towards Rainstar before back at the tom that had helped Windclan along their journey. He knew it was alright for him to be there, so, he went ahead and laid out what had happened in the meeting.
"Well, Rainstar just announced our new deputy since Bugclaw died on the journey. You remember him, right? Well, Thistleshine is our new deputy. The tom cat who took care of Firepaw on the journey since he had just lost his ear." Cloudwhisker explained before shifting over closer to Jasper and glancing at the nursery. "Now every cat is gathering over there because Firepaw brought back kits. I wonder if they are his?" He mumbled before shaking his head and looking at Jasper again. "What made you travel back to Windclan again, Jasper? Anything new happen?"
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[ Feathertalon -- ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 -- @negatorri ]
Poor Firepaw, getting bombarded with all the questions of who their mother was, and who he had mated with. The apprentice had to admit, the two looked very much like him. Maybe their actual mother was a ginger tabby like he was. He looked down at the two kittens and curled his tail over them before glancing at Grasswhisker. "N-No, they aren't exactly m-mine. If they were well... I swear. I was going to hunt and I found them up on the moor-" A sigh left the young apprentice as he carefully leaned down to lap at the kits fur once again. Sooner or later he'd have to give up explaining and actually say he was the father. He looked at Thornwhisker before dipping his head. "But I really do appreciate all of you helping these poor kits. Could we maybe give them herbs to held with there strength for the time being? You know, like those travel gerbs you gave Rainstar when he went to go get his nine lives?"
Firepaw just wanted the two to be alright and well enough so they could become possible warriors of Windclan. The thoughts subsided as soon as Rainstar bounded over, with a loud booming, "What in Starclan's name is going on?" The commotion had left him unsettled and confused. Rainstar needed to know what exactly was going on in his camp. His eyes fell on the two bundles of fur cuddling the warmth of Firepaw's belly before looking at the little apprentice. "Kits?" And I thought your family was bad enough with all the disabilities. Rainstar hissed, keeping in his thoughts so that the others wouldn't grow angry with him, his eyes narrowed and fur bristled. "Who is the mother, Firepaw? Surely not a cat from another clan, I'm hoping? Can any of you tell me what is going on?"
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 27, 2017 16:01:16 GMT -5
Iceclaw, Thistleshine
The fur on the snowy warrior's back rose, and Iceclaw fought the urge to hiss at his leader. Instead, he took a breath, forcing his fur to lay flat even if annoyance still burned in his chest. "Did you not hear him, Rainstar. He said he has no idea where the kits come from." An amused purr was forced into his voice, then. "Or are you getting to be as deaf as me in your old age."
Thistleshine took the opportunity to slip between his nephews and his leader, his silver fur laying flat on his back. Concern was clear in the tabby's green eyes, and he fought to ameliorate the coming argument. "Regardless of where they come from, Rainstar, they're still helpless kits in need of care." He advised, shaking his head. "This can be the start of our new home, can't you see? These kits, regardless of origin or their mother, can be raised by WindClan, into loyal WindClan cats. We have Hummingfrost in the nursery, who's excellent at raising kits, and we have Thornwhisker and Featherpool to keep an eye on their health." He gave a respectful nod toward the permanent queen, then the medicine cat, and an affectionate blink at his niece. "...and I'm sure Firepaw wouldn't object to making sure Hummingfrost stays well fed while she takes care of the kits he found?" His clear green gaze found his youngest nephew, then, practically a son to him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 16:40:53 GMT -5
Thornwhisker - Camp - Thornwhisker gave a curt nod. It was obvious Firepaw was very caring and kind to these kits, which made her sure that he would be a more than decent father. The only thing that mattered now, though, was getting these kits back to full strength. “Burnet leaves, chamomile, sorrel, and daisy leaves are travelling herbs. Those are all safe for kits, but I’d also like to give them thyme leaves to help with their potential anxiety or shock. If you’d like to request perhaps a few juniper berries for good measures and just to ease stress with a sort of calming effect along with giving strength, I can provide them. They are most commonly used for bellyaches, but they do have more effect then that anyways. Quite a useful herb.” Thornwhisker dipped her head curtly and spoke no more as she rushed out of the den and to hers. Wanting to do her work quickly and efficiently, she rifled through the beech leaf wraps and picked out a select five. She immediately seized them and tried to keep the leaves sticking out of the wraps from tickling the back of her throat as she struggled to make sure none fell out of her grasp. She moved as fas as she could back towards where she was earlier. As soon as she entered, Thornwhisker deposited the five bundles of herbs by Firepaw and opened them with a few swipes of her paws.
“The blue berries are juniper berries, the small white flowers with the yellow center are chamomile flowers, the spiky leaves are burnet leaves, the round leaves are sorrel leaves, and the other leaves in that last wrap are daisy leaves. Use them with moderation, give each kit only a little bit of each. This is your responsibility as I don’t think they would like coming to the medicine den very much. I remember how terrible it smelled at first. Now... Let’s hope you can remember this.” She pushed the open bundles further away from her and shrugged at Firepaw.
“I might as well tell you what everything does. The travelling herbs are just good in general, to give strength and to ease tiredness. They must be used in moderation though, this wrap is the recommended portion size for one adult cat. Split them in half and give one to each kit. It should be fine. The herbs should be chewed and eaten.” Thornwhisker added before giving a dip of her head and seeing Rainstar bound over. It was obvious that interfering wouldn’t be the best choice, so she just stood respectfully.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 27, 2017 17:00:07 GMT -5
[ Headphone Actor -- @negatorri ]
Rainstar felt his fur stand on end as he narrowed his eyes at Iceclaw. He was about to snap back at the warrior until Thistleshine stepped in. He forced himself to relax before glancing at Firepaw. "The kits are to be cared for like they are his own, then. Hummingfrost, I hope you will mother them and feed them as if they are yours too, like you did for Firepaw." His amber gaze then shifted to look at Hummingfrost. He carefully took a few steps back. "Firepaw is in charge of bringing you prey and cleaning the nursery now. Think of it as a father duty, over a punishment. Because it isn't a punishment, at all." He added on before exiting the nursery, not wanting to start any fights with his cats. He stalked his way back to the leaders den, and slipped inside.
Firepaw sighed heavily once Rainstar left, blinking gratefully at both Thistleshine and Iceclaw. When Thornwhisker returned with the herbs, he lifted his head and nodded. He reached out and carefully split the bundles up so they were proportioned properly for each kit. He looked up at Thornwhisker, wondering if she wanted him to chew them up before giving them to the kits. So, thats what he did. When he chewed up on proportion, he spat it onto his paw and held it to the tiny molly's mouth, trying to get her to lick it up. "Come on, little one. It may not be milk but this will help you feel better." He purred softly, hoping to coax the kitten to eat up the herbs.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Dec 27, 2017 18:03:02 GMT -5
g r a s s w h i s k e r c a m p Instead of coming to Firepaw's aid, the tom merely watched the exchange with wide open eyes. He was shocked that Rainstar came so quickly, but his tone towards the young cat and strange kits didn't surprise him at all. He was painted with annoyance and to spite his leader, after he left of course, he turned to Firepaw with an offer. "When you're busy with duties, I can check on them if you want!" The tom was getting into something he shouldn't. While he liked the idea of new kits, he partially hoped Firepaw would repay him with a visit to his assumed hot lady friend. Grasswhisker drooled a little at the thought of what she might look like and if she had any she-cat friends. It was typical of the tom to be in a lovey state, but highly inappropriate, especially now. --- The smell of herbs stung his nose, as the scent was sour and sharp. He didn't enjoy it, but his stomach rumbled low. He mewed for them, hoping the stranger from before would feed him as well. He didn't understand what was going on, but he had to simply accept and not conflict with it in his head. He was too young to understand and that was it. Too young to think of why and what, only that the stranger had brought him to more cats, shelter, and some kind of unpleasant food. Oh did the kit wish for milk. The scent of his craved food was distant now, only a memory.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 27, 2017 18:07:28 GMT -5
getting in replies uvu humming --> ice, thistle, fire, grass, thorn hickory --> stick
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 18:17:29 GMT -5
Thornwhisker - Camp -
Thornwhisker left promptly with one last glance at Firepaw but then quickly brought back some borage leaves from the medicine den to give back to Hummingfrost, she deposited the leaves in front of the molly before nodding and padding away. As she went back to her den, she spoke from behind her.
“Hummingfrost. Take some today and I’ll give you more in a few more days or tomorrow. It’s borage, you know what it does.”
Thornwhisker promptly sat back in her den and shook out her fur. How eventful... Talking was such a bore and she was glad to have stopped. Of course, it was good to be helpful but she also tried to do her work as quickly and efficiently as possible. Now, on other terms... What happened with Firepaw and his kits?
They looked so uncannily like him, and Thornwhisker’s yellow-green eyes gleamed uncomfortably as she thought of the kits. He didn’t show any signs of having an affair but then again it was easy to hide such things. Why would such a good apprentice take this risk? She knew he denied being the father, and she almost believed it. The odds were rare of finding kits that had a resemblance to you on clan territory though. Also, would an apprentice act so kindly towards a kit that wasn’t his son? Probably not.
With a sigh, Thornwhisker decided to throw her thoughts to the wind and focus on not judging others for their actions but for how they were to deal with the future ahead. She hoped Firepaw had a plan. He probably didn’t.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 27, 2017 18:30:55 GMT -5
Hummingfrost && Kit It seemed as if half of the Clan had gathered around by now. A surge of fierce protectiveness came over Hummingfrost as she glanced from cat to cat and then to the two kits. They needed to be in a relaxing environment, not a stressful one where cats were accusing Firepaw of becoming a father or debating on the kits' heritage in any form. The molly crouched down to lick at the kits' fur, nuzzling them both in a comforting manner. "Everything will be just fine," she whispered to the little tom and molly before concentrating on what was happening once more. Rainstar had now entered the chaos alongside the newly appointed deputy. Even Grasswhisker was making an appearance.
After some of the commotion settled down, Hummingfrost stepped forward. She only took a step away from the kits, not wanting to leave them entirely. She needed to keep them warm. "Let's ask no more questions about their parentage for now," the molly mewed with a strictness to her voice that was rather uncharacteristic. She then turned her eyes on Thornwhisker, appreciation apparent in their depths. "Thank you, Thornwhisker. Along with the herbs I can chew up prey as you would to make a poultice. They can eat that easily." She had actually done that with Firepaw a few times before her milk had come in to allow him to nurse. It had worked well seeing that the ginger tom was doing well and fine even today. "Grasswhisker," Hummingfrost turned to the tabby tom that had recently complained about Firepaw 'getting tail' before him. It was a crass comment, but the molly would have to let it slide for now. "Do you mind helping Firepaw out? Try to get the little tom to eat those herbs." Before she allowed the tom time to answer she turned and gently picked up the tom kit by his scruff, setting him down gently by Grasswhisker's paws.
Feeling like she had most of everything under control, Hummingfrost let out a deep sigh. She turned to Thistleshine for a brief moment. "Thank you for the support." The molly left it at that. Without the deputy's wise comments the queen felt as if Rainstar would have continued his sharpness toward Firepaw.
Thornwhisker returning caught her attention. She smiled warmly at the older molly. "Thank you, Thornwhisker." She nodded in turn as the medicine cat mentioned borage. Leaning down the tabby lapped it up quickly, swallowing it in a few quick gulps and hoping the bitter taste of plants wouldn't stay on her tongue all day.
With that all said and done, Hummingfrost found herself stepping over to Iceclaw now that the kits were in the paws of Grasswhisker and Firepaw to be fed their first round of herbs. Without thinking she leaned into the white tom's side for comfort. "What a day," she breathed, turning to show him the movements of her muzzle before leaning forward and running her cheek against his own. To think, this day all started off gathering moss and feathers.
There were so many new voices that the little molly was bombard by it all. She let out a cry, wanting so desperately to be in the curl of her mother's belly and up against her brother. Every now and then she would press up against her brother as if trying to hide. All she wanted was warmth and milk, was that so hard to get? She let out yet another pitiful mewl.
Then, out of nowhere, her brother was taken away and she was met with the voice of the tom that was starting to become familiar to her. She shivered at the absence of her brother. "Wh-where go-go?" She stuttered out, eyes glossy with fear as she looked around, watching her brother being brought to the paws of a large tomcat. The ginger tom that had originally found her and her brother was now speaking to her, bringing odd smelling things to her nose and mouth. She wrinkled her nose and turned her head. That was bitter! It smelled terrible. She tried to back away but with how weak she was all she managed to do was falter and roll onto her side.
As she pulled herself back upright, she heard the word 'better' coming from the gentle tom. The ticked tabby blinked. Better? Better was good. And she could tell that the ginger feline wasn't going to hurt her...she just didn't feel any sort of animosity coming off of him. He seemed pure. Deciding to trust him, the little kit reached out and gingerly licked at the poultice, shivering at the bitter taste it was leaving upon her tongue. Hickoryburn It felt nice to be able to mark borders. It meant that this was his home. It meant that he no longer had to travel and search for a place to sleep at night. It meant that the Clan was safe and no longer had to worry about when or where they would find their next meal. It meant that the Clan could come together and find solitude in these open plains. Even more pride swelled in his chest at that thought. They were home and that's what mattered.
The ruddy tomcat finished marking the border without a hitch. He gave one last spray to a tree stump before turning to head back toward Stickfur, wondering if the other tom had finished marking as well. He held his tail high with that sense of pride that bubbled within him, green eyes ablaze with achievement. The tomcat looked over at Stickfur for a quick moment before scanning the sloping hills and wide heather patches. To the other side was the marshes that seeped into RiverClan territory, and there along the shore was the lapping waves of the lake. A purr rumbled through the ruddy tom's chest. It paused only for a brief moment as Stickfur spoke up and Hickoryburn found his voice to respond.
"There was no need to make a big deal," he mewed with confidence in his voice. It seemed as if the moors were giving him the ability to speak clearly and precisely. Hickoryburn was in his comfort zone out here in the open. Not even socializing could hold him back. "There are bigger things to keep in mind than a minor slip up." The words were as true as they could get. WindClan was home, but they would still have trials to go through before the other Clans fully accepted their presence at the lake.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 27, 2017 18:34:56 GMT -5
[ ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 -- Feathertalon ]
Firepaw carefully fed the herbs to the molly kit, before tending to the tom, carefully chewing up the herbs and putting them on his paw. Holding his paw to the tom kits maw, he watched carefully, hoping he would eat them up much like the molly. His green gaze shifted to Grasswhisker. "Oh, um.. That's really nice of you, Grasswhisker! Help would be appreciated when I need it. But I also have Iceclaw, y'know. But really, thank you. If I need it, I'll ask." The ginger and white apprentice mewed, purring softly before glancing at the kittens once more. He returned to licking their pelts before looking at Hummingfrost. "May I name them? I know you'll be caring for them... But I was thinking of it... And maybe I could pass as their father. I have names in mind too!" He mewed softly, a purr rumbling in his chest.
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Featherpool padded into the medicine cat den once Thornwhisker had returned from treating the kits and giving Hummingfrost some borage leaves. She flicked her tail and recalled her herb hunt earlier with Dimheart. "Thornwhisker? Dimheart and I went on a trip to look for herbs and I couldn't find any catmint for the cold season. I checked by the stream, and in Thunderclan territory as well. I hope you aren't angry. I really tried but sometimes I'm hopeless when I don't have you finding them with me... Or maybe it was just the fact that I was distracted by... By the cold, yeah that's it." Featherpool refused to admit that she had been distracted by Dimheart. She had been warned before, but still, she couldn't help herself. "Do you need me to do anything, Thornwhisker?" The gray molly asked after a moment, trying to be of use some how. She declared to see the kits and Firepaw later, when the nursery wasn't crowded.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 27, 2017 18:44:36 GMT -5
For a moment Hummingfrost looked away from Iceclaw to acknowledge Firepaw. She smiled, proud of his eagerness to help raise these kits that may or may not be his own. In the long run did it really matter who the kits came from? Not really. What mattered was that they were going to have a home and a family of their own here in WindClan. Hummingfrost was for sure going to make sure these kits had a wonderful life in the moors. They were going to grow up to be strong warriors - or perhaps one would be a medicine cat one day, following in Thornwhisker's and Featherpool's paw steps. No matter what they decided Hummingfrost was going to love and support them all the way.
A purr trickled from the queen. "Of course you may name them. What did you have in mind?" She looked over at the little tom and molly, gazing at them with soft affection in her amber eyes. She was more than curious to discover what Firepaw was going to name them.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 27, 2017 19:03:10 GMT -5
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Firepaw looked at the two, waiting patiently for the kits to finish the herbs he had chewed up before looking at the molly who had nursed him. Twitching his tail, he ran it over the tiny molly kit. "I had Rosekit in mind for her. Because the mother who left them smelled like milk and roses." He mewed, before running his tail gently over the tom kit. "And he will be named Blazekit. Because he has similar fur to mine, and I feel like if he can't be Firekit, he will be Blazekit. A different way of describing a fire." He added as he licked both of the tiny kittens heads, before resting his head on the moss. Firepaw yawned softly and looked at the two kittens. He knew they would be hungry soon, since herbs wouldn't help forever. He just hoped that the milk would come soon for Hummingfrost so the kits would be able to grow strong.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 27, 2017 19:12:23 GMT -5
A smile formed on the molly's muzzle. "Rosekit and Blazekit," she murmured with a nod of approval. She glanced over the little kits once more, silently saying their names in her mind. "Those are perfect names." There was no doubt that Blazekit and Rosekit fit the two little kittens - Blazekit had the pelt of a fire, but as Firepaw had said, the kit couldn't be Firekit as there was already that name in use. Rosekit had the soft coloration of a young rose as it budded. "Welcome to WindClan, Rosekit and Blazekit."
Hummingfrost then turned her gaze to Firepaw. "You should get some rest soon. If you'd like you can stay in the nursery with the kits today and tonight. There's plenty of room." With only her in the nursery as of now the den was empty. The molly was excited to have something to do what with the arrival of the two kits, and she would be more than glad to have Firepaw in the nursery for the night.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 10:31:28 GMT -5
Thornwhisker - Medicine den - -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 Thornwhisker couldn’t help but feel mildly annoyed that Hummingfrost and Featherpool’s trip was unsuccessful. She shook out her brown tabby fur and then replied, her voice not showing any prominent signs of anger or displeasure.
“No catmint? Catmint is very important to pick before it gets cold, as outbreaks can easily happen. How about I check later? You can come if you’d like, I’ll leave in a bit. Just to see if I found something you missed. You did say you could have been distracted by the cold.” Thornwhisker recalled Featherpool’s hesitation when she spoke about being distracted. Featherpool was a good apprentice, and it was quite rare to have her say something like this. “The stocks are plentiful, you don’t have to do anymore but as I said earlier you can come look with me for catmint once more but it’s optional to you.” She couldn’t help but feel slightly confused at Featherpool’s hesitance. The cold could really get to some cats, couldn’t it... Shaking off her slight disappointment Thornwhisker decided that she would give Featherpool at least something minor to do.
“Actually... it would be great it you made sure everything was fully stocked. I didn’t give very much of anything to the kits and only a bit of borage to Hummingfrost, after all. It would be good to make sure.” Thornwhisker suddenly added to her seemingly finished talking. Dimheart, Dimheart... maybe it wasn’t just the cold that distracted Featherpool. She thought slightly amusedly. It obviously wasn’t her counterpart, as she wouldn’t have been frolicking with the cat she was going herb-gathering with. Catmint was too important for that.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Dec 28, 2017 10:55:30 GMT -5
g r a s s w h i s k e r c a m p When Firepaw rejected him, Grasswhisker grew annoyed. "Fine, keep her all to yourself! She's probably a mangy flea pelt!" he thought. His attention turned to Hummingfrost, then to Blazekit, who was just named by Firepaw. The tom watched the kit squirm in front of him, his heart warming a little. "Well, Blazekit has some spirit." the tom mewed before shoving the herbs in the kit's face. Blazekit was mewing up a storm, rejecting the herbs and instead trying to waddle around to his sister. The poor kit was failing his task and looked so pitiful that the tom couldn't help but purr. Grasswhisker attempted to feed the kit again, but gentler. It wasn't until Blazekit heard Firepaw's words that he began to eat the herbs from the brown tabby tom. Taking note of that, Grasshwisker turned to Firepaw. "They take to you a lot already." he meowed in annoyance. "Maybe if I visit enough, they'll take to me as well." the brown cat added. Blazekit chewed on the bitter herbs, coughing from the crispness it brought to his throat. However, he ate them all and his small belly was full. He cried for his sister, wanting her warmth once more. Grasswhisker licked at the tom, trying to keep him warm until he received more instructions.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 28, 2017 11:42:05 GMT -5
{ Morning everyone! }
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 28, 2017 15:02:22 GMT -5
will get in replies soon )
Featherpool >> Thornwhisker Firepaw >> Hummingfrost and Grasswhisker Starter for Batfrost >> Hareskip
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