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Post by Morticat on Dec 11, 2017 13:56:58 GMT -5
{ Anyone on? }
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 11, 2017 16:30:36 GMT -5
He waited patiently as he watched Foxfang angle himself properly to catch his prey. His joints ached from the cold and it took everything in him to not chatter his teeth like a frost-bitten kit. Sparrowclaw nodded to himself as he watched, sure that Foxfang would make the kill if he could stay hidden and silent, and so far it looked quite promising. Suddenly he heard the rustle of the thick grass and the quick thumping movements of the rabbit on the move, Foxfang just behind it but not nearly close enough to make the kill before the rabbit disappeared from them both. Sparrowclaw had little time to think about the shock or anger he would bring to Foxfang as he leaped to his paws and pounced clumsily towards the brown bundle headed his way, and he swiftly stunned the rabbit with his paw, claws unsheathed, he leaned down and crunched down hard on its neck and spine to paralyze and kill it. He breathed heavily and his legs shook with the growing pain but he was filled with undeniable pride and excitement as he dropped the prey and spat out tufts of fur. As he chased, angry and frustrated, after the rabbit, the last thing Foxfang expected was to see the tortoiseshell tom leap out of the bushes and intercept it. It took him a good three or four heartbeats before he realized what had happened, skidding to a halt and nearly crashing into his denmate. For a moment he just stared at the other tom, scent confirming what his sight was uncertain of: that it was, in fact, Sparrowclaw. A confusing mixture of emotions and thoughts washed over Foxfang at that moment, leaving him speechless. But, after a few more heartbeats it coalesced into one, mostly-coherent sentence.
"What in StarClan are you doing here?"
(heheh sorry it's really short.)
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Post by Morticat on Dec 11, 2017 16:44:10 GMT -5
{ That's alright lol, I seem to write too little myself. } Sparrowclaw knew Foxfang wasn't far behind but hadn't expected him to come crashing towards him like that. He looked up in surprise, his tongue still out to spit out a tuft of fluffy fur. He must've looked quite cow-brained for sure, but he quickly closed his mouth and looked from the rabbit to Foxfang, "I couldn't just let you go out here in the middle of leaf-bare, probably hurt yourself, knowing you," he mumbled the last part, but he was clearly saying everything in a caring tone. "It's so cold out here," Sparrowclaw couldn't help complaining just a little bit. "But I got it! Look! We make a great team just like the old days," he purred, meeting Foxfang's gaze.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 11, 2017 16:54:48 GMT -5
{ Once a few more people join I will make the plot announcement and we can discuss it. }
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 11, 2017 18:42:30 GMT -5
"Hmph, I can take care of myself just fine," Foxfang huffed, looking away. Part of him was grateful that Sparrowclaw, at least, had caught the prey, but mostly he was still angry at himself for losing it, and at the twig for being in his way. Sparrowclaw was right that they made a good team; as warriors, despite their differences, they had always hunted well together. It seemed that hadn't changed. Still, Foxfang wasn't one to admit that he could use the help. "I about had it. I'm just a bit out of practice now," he added rather defensively. Well, that settled it. Now he had to catch something for himself. He wasn't gonna let a cat even older than him show him up like that.
(heheh yeah it's more difficult to write a lot when characters are actively interacting, since you want to give them their turn too XD I also use size 1 text when roleplaying so I guess my posts really just look a bit shorter than they are.)
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Dec 11, 2017 20:15:57 GMT -5
( ♕ ) - F A W N P A W ! ! ───────────────────── medicine cat apprentice / age . nine moons / location . barn, upper level / tags . open to rp!
As per her daily routine, Fawnpaw had been awake since dawn's brink. The pale golden light of the circadian morning sun sifted through the spaces of the outbuilding, the soft glow coming to fade atop the apprentice's body and highlighting her fleece with white light. The tortie surveyed the area for any other rising felines, though apathy was laid clean across her youthful facial features. She was seated comfortably, eyes half-closed in an idle, almost deadpan manner as she relaxed by the ladder. It was as if she really had no care in the world; she was simply waiting for an opportune time to work, maybe even a cat to heal up in the meantime. Anything to quell her boredom, really. The gentle rising and falling of her chest was interrupted by the small yawn that escaped from her maw. Eh. It would really be more useful to walk around and get my blood flowing than just lying here.
Fawnpaw stretched the length of her body slowly, claws gripping the floorboards while her multicolored tail curled in motion with her spine. With a shake of her head and a twitch of her ears, she paced about slowly, eventually coming face-to-face with the herbal storage. Epiphany suddenly clicked in her brain after a moment of ruminating and staring at the arranged verdure. It was leaf-bare. The icy months of winter would prove to be hard ones for the Clan; especially if outbreaks of pneumonia or pyrexia hit. If such illnesses were to befall on the Clan, then preparatory measures were necessary to try to avoid them. There'd been many deaths concerning disease in the past, a bit too many for her liking, and she wanted to make sure they could prevent as many as possible, even if the storage didn't need replenishing. Acquiring a sitting position, her multicolored pelt oscillated slightly as she lowered herself in front of them. The female's head sloped downwards as her forepaws picked at them, assessing them in bunches before placing them back into their original place in the storage. This was done in a tidy fashion, not messy as to scatter them everywhere, only gently and meticulously. In spite of her adolescence, she'd memorized the majority of the herbs in their current collection, and had a striking knowledge of what each one was used for. She was grateful for her shrewdness; maybe... a little too much. But that was no matter to her. As long as she was doing a quality job, she was fine. Nothing like sorting through the herbs to relax her senses in the morning. ----------------------- ( I'm not sure how to start with my other characters atm and my muse for them is a little low, so Fawn might be the only cat I'll post with tonight, idk. ^^" )
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Post by Morticat on Dec 12, 2017 1:39:55 GMT -5
"You about had frost up your nose," Sparrowclaw said matter-of-factly. "Finding this rabbit out here was a bit lucky, we might as well look around to see if there's some we haven't scared away," he suggested, already sensing that the tom was itching to get a piece of prey all by himself. He knew he must have somewhat damaged his clan-mate's ego but what's done was done and the two elderly cats had successfully brought down a rabbit for their clan-mate's back at the barn. Sparrowclaw looked at the situation in a positive light, despite the retorts from Foxfang, he wanted to show he was still able, and to be quite honest he didn't want to shrivel up and die in his nest telling stories to bored ears, as much as he loved and cherished his clan-mates, they weren't the heart and soul of the old RiverClan. Shaking out each of his hind-legs to return some sort of blood circulation to them, he gave a sharp nod to Foxfang, "let's hunt shall we?" he questioned.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 12, 2017 1:51:39 GMT -5
Splashpaw let out a groan that could have almost resembled a badger as he awoke, stretching out his large, black, tiger-like claws that scratched against the boards of the barn. Almost immediately his chronic chest cold took hold of him, to no surprise of anybody, and to no shocker himself, he let out one wheeze and that was it, he was letting out a few deep coughs. He opened up his yellow eyes to the light streaking in, pale white because of the snow drizzle, not golden yellow like the moon before. Splashpaw didn't feel the motivation to get up from his cozy spot yet, but he could see Fawnpaw in a hazy corner-view with his eyes. "What are you up to looking at the herbs like that?" He asked the other apprentice in a groggy tone. She was a moon older than him, extremely skilled with her craft and seemed destined to be a medicine cat. This didn't upset Splashpaw or make him feel jealous, only intrigued about why she feels so compelled to heal. He looked Fawnpaw up and down, noting her stance over the herbs as if she had had seasons of experience with the sick and injured. "Why doesn't she want to be a warrior?" He thought to himself - he often questioned himself and his surroundings throughout the day. "Being worried about herbs this early is silly," Splashplaw continued these constant flood of questions in his head for a few moments before realizing he was still staring at Fawnpaw and he came to his senses again.
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Post by Honcho on Dec 12, 2017 8:38:54 GMT -5
"Not at all!" Rowanflame replied. "I'll be waiting here with the rest of the patrol, would you mind fetching her?" Rowanflame didn't know where in Starclan that apprentice could be, and didn't want the other cats to wonder off when he was looking. Coding by P H O Σ N I X
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 12, 2017 10:09:45 GMT -5
Foxfang bit back a retort, flicking his ear as Sparrowclaw added that they should look for more. That, at least, they could agree on. "Yeah, sure," the white tom replied after a heartbeat, before adding a bit bitterly: "Just don't get under my paws." He turned and stalked off, again in a somewhat random direction, his tail-tip twitching with both anticipation and annoyance. He found that he was heading in the general direction of the Rockies, and for a moment considered adjusting his direction to somewhere with more foliage. After all, he couldn't hope to outrun his prey. But the foliage had proved to be his downside, and on the Rockies there was at least tall grass, so... It should work out. Plus, his pride wouldn't let him backtrack now, not with Sparrowclaw following along.
Before long, they broke out of the dense foliage that formed the wide border between the Rockies and the Barnyard. Ahead, all Foxfang could see was a blurry expanse of gray above, and brown before him. A few muddy lines waved in front of his eyes, and he brushed the dry grass aside with an irritable snort. He hadn't been back here since he had been blinded so many moons ago.... it was just on the other side of the Rockies, nearing what had once been Fourtrees, where he had met that group of rogues, looking to trespass on the Clan's territory. Foxfang let out a sigh, shaking out his pelt as he pushed the thought from his mind, and focused on hunting. He raised his head to scent the air, overlapping scents of prey washing over his tongue. For a moment he was excited, before he realized that most were somewhat stale... still, there were a few fresher trails he could weed out from the rest. The most promising was the scent of vole, which led farther south onto the moor.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 12, 2017 11:52:04 GMT -5
Dawnshine dipped her head and began her search for Starlingpaw, which really wasn't too difficult in their camp situation. Ground level, upper level, or the roof. Scanning the barn, she quickly noticed her apprentice near the fresh kill pile, looking as if she had already been outside in the snow dusted lands. She wasn't an apprentice really, more a warrior who just needed the extra help to settle into the Clan. Dawnshine held no judgement over this, and was only pleased to have been given the opportunity to strengthen what abilities Starlingpaw already had, and critique her on her mistakes to make her a better cat. She hoped that it wouldn't be too long that her and her brother Crowpaw would be accepted as full warriors into RavenClan. "Starlingpaw, how'd you like to come out with me and some others for a border patrol? After you've taken something from the pile for yourself to eat of course," She motioned with her tail towards the now abundant fresh kill pile, slightly taken aback that it was plentiful so early in the day. "Did you go hunting?" She questioned the apprentice, surprise and admiration showing in her eyes.
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 12, 2017 13:10:01 GMT -5
Crowpaw and Starlingpaw were chatting quietly by the barn door, and both looked up as Dawnshine approached. Starlingpaw dipped her head respectfully to her mentor, while Crowpaw merely gazed at her with a distant, somewhat analytical look in his eye, as if he were merely observing wildlife. "Good morning, Dawnshine!" Starlingpaw greeted as the older she-cat stopped next to them. She listened to her mentor's question, tilting her head, but her eyes lit up with happiness at the invitation. At Dawnshine's second question, she nodded. "Yeah, I caught a few things this morning. I hoped you wouldn't mind that I went out with permission," she added a bit sheepishly. She was still getting used to all the rules in the Clan, though she was learning quickly. She noticed her brother cast a glance in Rowanflame's direction, an expression on his face that was perhaps not the most respectful or affectionate. He hadn't been out yet today, and she knew that unless he was specifically invited, without her around he would most likely spend the day entirely alone.
"Would it be alright if Crowpaw came too?" Starlingpaw asked after a heartbeat, making up her mind. If her mentor was going to take her out on a border patrol, shouldn't Crowpaw's do the same? She doubted that they would mind- after all, the more cats to protect the border, the better, right? Crowpaw threw a sharp look at her at the question, almost chastising; Starlingpaw knew he wasn't especially pleased at being forced to interact with others in the Clan, though even he didn't dare scold her in front of her mentor for forcing him to be useful. And besides, Starlingpaw just knew that if he could only find a friend or two around here, he would open up. She just had to... figure out who he could be friends with. If only he wasn't so... snippy and secretive.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 12, 2017 14:19:29 GMT -5
"No problem," Sparrowclaw responded with a simple shrug, not aiming to be a burden to the tom. He was, however, still going to follow along wherever Foxfang went, assuming that what he said indicated he was still welcome to come as long as he didn't step where he wasn't welcomed again. He fluffed out his tortoiseshell pelt to bring some warmth back to his body, and with that he began padding along slowly behind him, following him mostly by scent because his fur had begun to be a blur and he didn't want to come up too close and interrupt Foxfang. Sparrowclaw knew that he still held enough speed to catch prey, but he wasn't sure if he would even be able to find anything more in the middle of Leaf-bare. He knew that occasionally vole would hide their nests in the crevices of the Rockies, and that he and his irritable den-mate would be able to drive out the vole kits and catch several with the simple flick of their claws, but he decided he would rather not encroach on Foxfang's hunting for now. Soon his paws felt the familiar grounds of the Rockies, and looking around he felt a bit uneasy knowing that the two-legs were just on the other side of the nearby border, along with a few rogues which he knew to be occasionally violent. Standing still, Sparrowclaw focused in on all of his senses, but all he could pay attention to was the sound of the snowy winds blowing against his ears and whiskers, threatening to blow harder and coat the territory in thick white snow. He couldn't help but remember the Leaf-bare before RiverClan disbanded, the same season when the worst of the two-leg construction and diseases spread, killing off the most vulnerable queens and elders of the clans first, ensuring less hopeful new life and the destruction of stories never told again by the wise. His mind had never felt more clear like it was at that moment out in the Rockies, and it made him feel almost young again, if all his joints weren't aching and he could see three fox-lenghts ahead of him.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 12, 2017 14:39:28 GMT -5
Dawnshine would have given Starlingpaw more of a scolding if she had been a young apprentice, but she knew that the she-cat must be wanting to feel useful and get out sometimes like the rest of the warriors, "Just make sure you check in with me, Rowanflame or Leopardstar before you go out, especially when it's this cold out," she explained to her. At the mention of Crowpaw joining along in the border patrol, she looked over expectantly at the tom-cat, anticipating some kind of appreciative or enthusiastic look from an apprentice but was met with him giving his sister a rather unpleasant look. She had to force herself not to flash him a look of annoyance and instead took a deep breath and relaxed her face and pelt. "Every cat who is willing is welcome," she nodded slowly, her eyes giving away nothing as to how she felt. Dawnshine looked the dual-colored tom-cat in the eyes, "We definitely need you on this border patrol. You look like you can handle yourself out there with the rest of us," she said to him with a flick of her tail. She didn't want to seem demanding, but she wanted to be firm and clear that he wasn't going to get away with hanging back and sulking by himself with only his sister to lean back on when he decides life got too hard. "If you are hungry, share something so you have the strength to keep up. Rowanflame is leading this patrol so I recommend you two act your best," Dawnshine exclaimed to them both, motioning with her muzzle to the fresh kill pile as she padded away to check on Leopardstar and Rowanflame before taking off.
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Post by Honcho on Dec 12, 2017 17:09:39 GMT -5
Rowanflame realized Starlingpaw wasn't to far away and came up to her and Dawnshine with Cloverclaw, "all ready to go?" He asked politely after seeing the two cats talking. Coding by P H O Σ N I X
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Dec 12, 2017 17:43:27 GMT -5
( ♕ ) - F A W N P A W ! ! ───────────────────── medicine cat apprentice / age . nine moons / location . barn, upper level / tags . Splashpaw
Ocean-blue eyes glittered with thoughtful pondering, their pupils shifting in order to regard the herbs that now needed straightening up. Outstretching a limber paw, she took to placing the verdure back into their previous spaces, deftly categorizing them by plant type. Good, none of them have undergone any festering yet. The succession of returning the plants repeated itself until they were wholly put back. The tortoiseshell molly did not quite hear the nearby voice that was directed at her first thing, as she was occupied with placing the main stash back once she'd assessed them all. But once her gaze took to narrowing at the bearer of the voice — Splashpaw — an eyebrow raised, earning her a puzzled expression at his words.
“You know I do this on occasions,” she replied in a neutral, pleasant tone. Her tail gave an expansive sweep over the wooden floorboards as she spoke, the limb stirring up a few stray shavings of forage and plant matter. “Not trying to be fastidious or anything, mind you — just making sure the herbs are in good health for the wintry moons, that's all.” It was true; Fawnpaw didn't go about sifting through the stash every waking moment of her days, since that'd be much too redundant and too finicky for her liking. She only did it either when it was necessary or when she simply had nothing to do. Besides, it seemed to provide relaxation and a bit of “leisure”. Well, for her, anyways. She personally felt better after scrutinizing things.
The grimalkin let her eyelids droop again as she let her gaze meet his yellow straight on. “I'm bored anyways... Mornings are always slow.” She gave a lackadaisical shrug to punctuate her words, eventually pulling her gaze up to peruse the sunlight sieving through the building.
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Dec 12, 2017 18:00:11 GMT -5
( ✭ ) - F L I N T F A N G ! ! ───────────────────── ravenclan warrior / age . twenty-five moons / location . outside of the barn / tags . open to rp!
The large ears of a silvery-blue feline twitched in restlessness; Flintfang sat outside the barn, his mien as stolidly phlegmatic as ever, seeming unbothered by the chill of winter. His rimy-blue eyes traveled over the few of his Clanmates as he watched the sept come to life. The Oriental tilted his head from it's sustained motionless position as he watched the late dawn sky; eyes tracing the patterns the clouds made in the atmosphere.
He was slightly tired this forenoon, mostly from staying up late to share a few relaxational interims with his beloved mother; the molly might've been slightly past her prime, but she was just as refined, elegant, and intellectual as ever. She was really only one of the very few felines that Flintfang was truly close with; he'd never been the type to open up to others just like that, and he really had zero interest in doing so.
He exhaled. The breath caused a billow of hoary clouds to form at his mouth; suddenly reminding him of the slight chill of the current state of leaf-bare they were in. Hopefully it wouldn't be a dreadful winter this season. Suppressing a shiver, he rolled his shoulder blades to loosen his stiff form as he pondered on what tasks he'd be performing today.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 12, 2017 19:40:44 GMT -5
Splashpaw grumbled a "mhm" and slowly stretched up to a sitting position. His grey and white coat was coated in dust and hay but that was the least of his worries - actually, he had no worries and the condition of his pelt right after waking up was also not on his checklist. "Did any of them run away in the middle of the night?" he asked Fawnpaw jokingly, giving a tired grin. He got to his paws and staggered over to the herb storage, giving everything a look through sleepy eyes. "Tansy," he said simply, sniffing around for it. The herb was mostly used as a great remedy for a cough, but through Splashpaw's private findings, due to his own lifelong cough, he had found that it was best digested when rolled in a dab of honey that also acted as a way to decrease inflammation in the throat caused by constant coughing. Their tansy storage was low, and he felt partly responsible as he needed to use is every few dawns when his chronic problem got to an unbearable point. Splashpaw looked at Fawnpaw closely, observing her facial expressions and tone, he was curious what the she-cat thought about all day, "Don't you ever wonder if there's a way to use water hemlock in a way that isn't deadly? I'm sure there's some use for it, maybe we haven't been using it correctly," he questions her, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Dec 13, 2017 9:50:42 GMT -5
( ♕ ) - F A W N P A W ! ! ───────────────────── medicine cat apprentice / age . nine moons / location . barn, upper level / tags . Splashpaw
Amused at his quip, she elicited a small laugh in response. “Nah, don't worry.” Obtaining a vertical posture through a single, fluid motion, the molly stepped back a bit to give the male room to peruse the herbs on his own.
At his question regarding water hemlock, she perked up a bit. “Hm...” The little mutter was spoken with contemporaneous, thoughtful undertones. A good question, she admitted, but water hemlock in it's entirety was known simply as a very intoxicating poison. And not much of it's contained liquid would be needed to envenom its consumer. The polyyne in the plant could disrupt a cat's central nervous system and cause death within minutes. Of course, it couldn't have been used for anything else, but Fawnpaw didn't do any thinking on what other utilisations it could handle. The speculation was open, yes, but she had her skeptics.
“I doubt it, Splashpaw.” Her brows furrowed in contemplation. “It's not useful for healing. Water hemlock stems contain their potent, brown toxin but... nothing else, really. The white flowers could be practical for something, but I think they might be poisonous as well. I wouldn't take the risk.”
At his previous mumble, she blinked up at the male, titling her head to the side. “Tansy?” It took a second for her to put together the cognizance of the single word. “Oh, for your cough... I had a feeling we were a bit low on it.” The tenderfoot knew that Splashpaw suffered from some type of chronic chest issue that rendered him fits of coughing. She had previously thought it was just a bad cold until it was explained afterwards. With this in mind, she'd begun to regard him with repressed solicitude or concern, making sure they had enough tansy, honey, and lovage to sooth his episodes. Although Fawnpaw exhibited an objective point-of-view on the matter, she almost — almost — looked out for him like a sibling. Still, though, it wasn't a genuine feeling, simply out of her own observations.
Thus, her mouth opened to speak apropos the issue: “We can go out and look for some if you need it? Wouldn't want it to get worse if we're missing the remedy.”
It was merely a suggestion, in all honestly. Fawnpaw decided it could be good recreation, anyways.
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 13, 2017 10:47:04 GMT -5
Dawnshine would have given Starlingpaw more of a scolding if she had been a young apprentice, but she knew that the she-cat must be wanting to feel useful and get out sometimes like the rest of the warriors, "Just make sure you check in with me, Rowanflame or Leopardstar before you go out, especially when it's this cold out," she explained to her. At the mention of Crowpaw joining along in the border patrol, she looked over expectantly at the tom-cat, anticipating some kind of appreciative or enthusiastic look from an apprentice but was met with him giving his sister a rather unpleasant look. She had to force herself not to flash him a look of annoyance and instead took a deep breath and relaxed her face and pelt. "Every cat who is willing is welcome," she nodded slowly, her eyes giving away nothing as to how she felt. Dawnshine looked the dual-colored tom-cat in the eyes, "We definitely need you on this border patrol. You look like you can handle yourself out there with the rest of us," she said to him with a flick of her tail. She didn't want to seem demanding, but she wanted to be firm and clear that he wasn't going to get away with hanging back and sulking by himself with only his sister to lean back on when he decides life got too hard. "If you are hungry, share something so you have the strength to keep up. Rowanflame is leading this patrol so I recommend you two act your best," Dawnshine exclaimed to them both, motioning with her muzzle to the fresh kill pile as she padded away to check on Leopardstar and Rowanflame before taking off. Rowanflame realized Starlingpaw wasn't to far away and came up to her and Dawnshine with Cloverclaw, "all ready to go?" He asked politely after seeing the two cats talking. Coding by P H O Σ N I X
Crowpaw nodded, not bothering to rely verbally, a little annoyed at Starlingpaw's volunteering. Dawnshine's even tone wasn't lost on the younger tom, and he knew well enough that she probably wasn't as pleased to have him along as she tried to imply. But, it was too late now. It wasn't that Crowpaw had anything against doing things- the opposite in fact, his paws itched to be out in the cold, hunting and exploring- he just didn't want to follow behind other cats, following their orders. He wanted to do what he wanted, go where he wanted, without having to wait for the approval of cats that were, for one reason or another, deemed by the Clan his "superiors."
As Rowanflame padded over, Crowpaw forced this sentiment to the back of his throat and finally showed some measure of respect, dipping his head shallowly to his mentor. He didn't comment on the fact that Dawnshine had told them to eat; he didn't normally care to eat when he first woke up anyways. Instead, he just gave a small shrug. "Yeah, sure," he replied, his tail-tip twitching slightly. The sooner we can get this over with, the better.
"Yep, let's get out there as soon as we can! We can eat later, right Dawnshine?" Starlingpaw asked, hopping to her paws. Crowpaw had to stop himself from rolling his eyes a bit bitterly at her enthusiasm. He knew she enjoyed contributing to the Clan, and the structure and safety it provided, but Crowpaw couldn't imagine why. It was so boring here. Too safe, too confined. He wanted to be exploring, fighting, fending for himself, without the constraints of rules and duties to cats to whom he held little loyalty, and who held little loyalty to him. He knew that this had always been what Frost wanted for him and Starlingpaw, but... now that he was here, he couldn't help but somewhat resent that.
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Post by Honcho on Dec 14, 2017 9:04:15 GMT -5
"Follow me then!" He purred an started walking off out of camp. He was thinking about hunting at the Fourtree's but wherever his nose led him was where the prey was. As he kept walking, a huge gust of wind came and Rowanflame nearly regretted leading a patrol. No... He thought, I must continue. Coding by P H O Σ N I X
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Post by Morticat on Dec 14, 2017 11:17:13 GMT -5
Splashpaw nodded along as the other healer spoke, agreeing with what she had to say. "I suppose you're right. Some things are just poison," he concluded, although slightly disappointed that there wasn't much more to discuss on the subject with Fawnpaw. She seemed much more put together and orderly than himself, in a way that almost made you question if there was a real nervous and self conscious apprentice in there. He broke away that train of thought to get to thinking about the tansy she had mentioned. Though his coughing was no worse or better than usual, he figured he shouldn't wait to get more when it was at its worst. "I'll have to get some on the next patrol so I can cross over the thunderpaths," the tom thought to himself, knowing better than to cross the tangles by himself. "No worries," he mumbled as he sat himself down and began scratching himself, the pieces of hay that had been stuck to his fluffy coat finally freeing themselves, "I'll worry about it later, unless you really want to go out there in that cold." He shivered thinking about it, but getting to thinking about going out in the cold had him thinking about something else as well, "Have you ever been to the Highstones?" He asked Fawnpaw in a curious tone, though he was truly trying to get information out of her. He knew the stories about some dead cats who use to walk the skies and give cats prophecies and hold a strong connection to the medicine cats of the old clans from the forest. Splashpaw hadn't grown up with these mystical cats or hearing any prophecies that the elders sometimes would talk about, and to him it seemed too good to be true that there would be ancestors like that giving advice to the living. And if there were, they must have not been as wise as the stories if they disappeared after the two-leg destruction. He had many different opinions on the matter that he couldn't firmly decide on, but he did know that he wished he had that strong connection with the dead like the many medicine cats before him or Fawnpaw supposedly had.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Dec 14, 2017 13:58:26 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Anyone have any free cats open? >> RP <<
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Post by Morticat on Dec 14, 2017 14:20:06 GMT -5
Dawnshine nodded at the two Apprentices, then pulled her attention back to Rowanflame. "Alright, let's go see if there's anything we need to be worrying about," she said with a grunt, hoping it was just an easy border patrol. Trying to fight or hide in this type of weather was annoying at the least. As they padded out of the barn, the cold winds blew roughly against her face and she bit back an irritable remark. "Did Leopardstar say anything about what we should be looking for?" She asked the deputy, wanting to know all the details about what they were heading into. Dawnshine felt like as a senior warrior she should be equally as informed about events as the deputy, as untrue as that was, she often got ahead of herself and thought too highly of her place in the Clan.
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Post by Honcho on Dec 15, 2017 10:08:08 GMT -5
"She wants us to check our borders and make sure everything is fine, and if it does my plan was to hunt a little..." Rowanflame said, "if it dosent, then we wil come back right away." Coding by P H O Σ N I X
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Post by Morticat on Dec 15, 2017 11:39:06 GMT -5
The frost and snow dusted soil crunched under Dawnshine's paws, not letting her forget for a moment that it was freezing cold, although her thick frame helped insulate her better than most cats. She slowed down a bit to fall in line with Starlingpaw, wanting to get a feel for how she was adjusting. "Have you been getting a hang of things around here?" She asked the apprentice in a friendly tone. Dawnshine did really want to know if Crowpaw was feeling comfortable in Clan-life as well, but she figured that for the time being she'd let his mentor Rowanflame guide him and prod his thoughts, and she would focus her energies on the hopeful looking she-cat.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 15, 2017 14:11:26 GMT -5
Announcement: changes have been made and there is a prophecy upcoming.
Clan Leaders are only given one life since StarClan has not been present for a very long time, there is no way for cats to be given nine lives. Therefore, there will be many changes in Leader & Deputy roles through the upcoming moons. If you are a Deputy and don't wish to die, you may step down due to injury or sickness so someone else can take your place as the next Leader. There will be major disasters of the Clan that will result in death and injury, so do prepare yourself for this and make additional characters if you'd like. An individual cat from StarClan which has found their way to the Barnyard will deliver a prophecy to Firepath, the closest descendant to the original Firestar as the second major disaster begins. This StarClan cat wishes to reunite the Clan with their ancestors, and to reunite StarClan as a whole as many cats in StarClan have taken to borders and fighting to keep their Clans alive after death, even if the Clans have already been destroyed long ago. RavenClan has been without StarClan for many seasons now, so it is up to your characters if they want to believe what Firepath says StarClan has told him. Of those that choose to believe the words of StarClan, one or two cats from each original Clan lineage will journey to the Moonpool at the Lake, where they will encounter a group of rogues who take them to meet StarClan at the Moonpool, and the cats must convince StarClan to return to the Forest and aid them, and bring back tradition of giving Leaders their lives and helping the Medicine Cats as they use to, and to return before RavenClan is wiped out for good. The disasters will begin after leaf-bare has ended, so there is plenty of time for more members to join and new characters to be added and developed.
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Dec 15, 2017 16:45:46 GMT -5
♡ Bun ♡ ;; ( I have Flintfang, Hickoryhorse, and Silverwhisker open, currently! ^^ )
Morticat ;; ( Got it, cat. I'm excited for this plot! )
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Dec 15, 2017 17:26:42 GMT -5
>> Ooc << I have Lightingfoot, would you mind starting? >> RP <<
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Dec 15, 2017 17:29:26 GMT -5
♡ Bun ♡ ;; ( Mhm! I'll post something with Hickoryhorse. )
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