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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 15, 2018 17:13:33 GMT -5
((Sorry I vanished yesterday -- but boy, Bear and Hazelpaw.. they don't like themselves much LOL Also Inky, as I mentioned, Toadstar could actually use one of his deputies so he's open if you'd like a run in with him and and Morning-gaze ))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2018 17:14:56 GMT -5
(what was that supposed to mean lololololol)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2018 17:20:28 GMT -5
(lol it's logic rlly)
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 15, 2018 17:31:58 GMT -5
Honeywhisker found himself a fair distance from the Newleaf camp now, although the clan had yet to make the move, his paws carrying him swiftly towards the lake. It was a long trek from their main camp, but it was odd enough for him to be flouncing about the territory as it was, it couldn't get any more unbelievable for him to come out rather far for some fishing. He was unaware of anyone that may have been on his trail at the time, something else catching the young tom's attention. The scent of a cat, somehow familiar but also strange to him in some way. Now this WAS something that fell under his duties as a Tracker, though it was, perhaps, ill-advised to go check it out without a Fighter to back him up. Nevertheless, with the scent of cat picking up with the faint hint of long gone fox, he changed his course, angling towards a distant fox den. At least an old one any how. The white and gray form of Toadstar awoke once again from his sleep, feeling some small relief that that he felt... somehow less ill for the time being. A lull perhaps. Nevertheless, seeing this as a good opportunity to leave his den for some required conversation with his deputies, the leader promptly groomed his fur in an effort to at least appear better off than he had been in moons. No simple task but he did the best he could. Although underweight and notably gaunt compared to the rotund cat he had once been, Toadstar soon was up on his paws and departing his den with every ounce of authority backing him up in his dignified stance. He could act the part if nothing else. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but pause to delight in the light breeze of newleaf that ruffled his newly groomed fur before his light green eyes scanned the camp for Morning-gaze in particular.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 15, 2018 20:04:30 GMT -5
Riverlight physically twitched. The unstable tom was so annoyed with the apprentice, he simply sighed. A heavy, frightening sigh... "You know what, Hazelpaw? Fine then. While you're at it, why don't you go ahead and grab your warrior name while you're at it?" he said calmly.... too calmly. After he spoke, he simply lifted his gaze and walked straight past Hazelpaw as if she didn't exist. The need to teach her a lesson had vanished from him, and he felt no guilt as he padded away, leaving Bear, Wildfire and Hazelpaw alone in the clearing, just like she had wanted.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2018 20:09:34 GMT -5
"Good-bye."Bear called to the warrior."I hope that we can be friends some day.Well I guess that's not the word.Non hostile."He said as the warrior walked off.
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Post by lunapaw🐾 on Jun 15, 2018 20:34:07 GMT -5
Honeywhisker found himself a fair distance from the Newleaf camp now, although the clan had yet to make the move, his paws carrying him swiftly towards the lake. It was a long trek from their main camp, but it was odd enough for him to be flouncing about the territory as it was, it couldn't get any more unbelievable for him to come out rather far for some fishing. He was unaware of anyone that may have been on his trail at the time, something else catching the young tom's attention. The scent of a cat, somehow familiar but also strange to him in some way. Now this WAS something that fell under his duties as a Tracker, though it was, perhaps, ill-advised to go check it out without a Fighter to back him up. Nevertheless, with the scent of cat picking up with the faint hint of long gone fox, he changed his course, angling towards a distant fox den. At least an old one any how.
The white and gray form of Toadstar awoke once again from his sleep, feeling some small relief that that he felt... somehow less ill for the time being. A lull perhaps. Nevertheless, seeing this as a good opportunity to leave his den for some required conversation with his deputies, the leader promptly groomed his fur in an effort to at least appear better off than he had been in moons. No simple task but he did the best he could. Although underweight and notably gaunt compared to the rotund cat he had once been, Toadstar soon was up on his paws and departing his den with every ounce of authority backing him up in his dignified stance. He could act the part if nothing else. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but pause to delight in the light breeze of newleaf that ruffled his newly groomed fur before his light green eyes scanned the camp for Morning-gaze in particular. {{Replying To Honeywhisker}} Ivy had just awoken from her deep slumber after Mosspelt had left. She regretted letting the clan cat leave, though she knew he had 'duties' to attend to. She was just about to abandoned her mossy bedding, crawling through the tunnel that lead to the main entrance of the old fox den when she scented something fairly familiar. It was a clan cat, for sure, but she couldn't tell if it was Mosspelt. Usually his scent was oddly distinct, since she had known it since birth. However, this time it was different. If it was the grey-pelted tom, she knew he would be crawling through the tunnel at any moment.
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 15, 2018 21:00:43 GMT -5
Curiosity often got away with the young ginger tom and now would be no exception. Following the scent with his rather strong sense of smell, he eventually came to the fox den, known to be long abandoned since the fox itself had been chased away. He found it particularly odd that the scent of cat would be here, though it was a fairly good place for a cat seeking to hide from the clan. Despite the potential danger of such a thing, Honeywhisker soon inched his way into the opening, his amber eyes wide as if hoping to catch the sight of someone before catching a claw to the face. Soon enough, however, he made out what seemed a gray colored cat huddled back in the den, his head tilting in some confusion. He felt he recognized her somehow but he simply couldn't pull it from his memory. "Who are you?" He soon called out, his voice not particularly threatening as the curious tone rang out with his normal cheer.
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Post by lunapaw🐾 on Jun 16, 2018 12:52:55 GMT -5
Curiosity often got away with the young ginger tom and now would be no exception. Following the scent with his rather strong sense of smell, he eventually came to the fox den, known to be long abandoned since the fox itself had been chased away. He found it particularly odd that the scent of cat would be here, though it was a fairly good place for a cat seeking to hide from the clan. Despite the potential danger of such a thing, Honeywhisker soon inched his way into the opening, his amber eyes wide as if hoping to catch the sight of someone before catching a claw to the face. Soon enough, however, he made out what seemed a gray colored cat huddled back in the den, his head tilting in some confusion. He felt he recognized her somehow but he simply couldn't pull it from his memory. "Who are you?" He soon called out, his voice not particularly threatening as the curious tone rang out with his normal cheer. Ivy narrowed her eyes. There was no mistaking it. This wasn't Mosspelt, but it was indeed a clan cat. "My name is Ivy. And who are you?" She asked, trying to be somewhat friendly. The tom didn't seem all that threatening. Instead, his tone was surprisingly gentle, and curious. She wondered what the tom was thinking. From what Ivy could tell, he seemed to be an awfully cheerful cat.
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 17, 2018 16:13:34 GMT -5
Relief briefly stole his expression at the sight of his deputy, pleasantly surprised to see her up and about as always -- perhaps he hoped she was resting well enough given all the work she had on her plate with his illness. Even with two deputies, the first was always meant for the more decisive roles of leadership in his absence. "It's nice to be out and about." Toadstar responded with a smile, "And lucky I am, I had hoped to find you, I pray things have been going well in my absence." The clan was still in one piece at any rate, though he had no worries in that regards even with the rising waters lightly lapping at the camps edge, he had chosen his deputies well and with himself able to pull himself from his den, he could sort out preparations for the season. Though not belying his weakness anymore than necessary, the leader carefully planted his bottom on the ground, conserving his energy where he could as he spoke with Morning-gaze, his tail neatly curling around his paws. "I wanted to discuss the coming travel to the newleaf camp with you, and that of our initiate apprentices' mentoring."
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Post by lunapaw🐾 on Jun 18, 2018 13:34:43 GMT -5
Whether the teachings of the clan or simply his own nature, or even a bit of both, Honeywhisker didn't feel any need to act aggressively. The apparent she-cat hadn't lashed out at him so he hardly had any reason to act otherwise. "Honeywhisker." the ginger exclaimed cheerfully before squeezing the rest of his body onto the den with an awkward tumble. Even so he popped right back up like nothing had even happened. "What are you doing here, anyhow?" he soon asked, though his cheery disposition remained the same. The fact she may have been a former clan cat hadn't quite crossed his mind, and he couldn't place her in his memory -- but in all fairness, he had to of been pretty young when she left the clan. Ivy backed away warily from the tom, though she didn't sense any threat. The tom didn't seem to have any bad intentions. Ivy assumed that he was younger than her, possibly a newly appointed warrior, considering he didn't have an apprentice name. His curiosity may have just caused him to be a bit more childish, she thought. "Well, this is my home." Ivy said, raising her soft grey muzzle. She sat down, and began grooming her messy fur. If more visitors were coming she had better clean herself up a bit. Ivy always hated grooming. It made her cringe. She could feel every rib as her tongue glided over her fur. Ivy was extremely scrawny compared to Honeywhisker, and it was only now that she realized how thin she actually was.
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Post by Skyheart on Jun 18, 2018 20:38:51 GMT -5
Claypaw turned to the sky and glared. He hated the wet. He hated a lot of things recently; but mostly wet. He scowled and turned around the crawl back into the apprentice den.
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Post by lunapaw🐾 on Jun 18, 2018 21:17:18 GMT -5
The claim of this being her home caused the ginger to tilt his head to the side in quiet confusion for a moment, as if the mere thought was somehow difficult for him to grasp. "Wait, that's not possible. This is Mossclan's territory -- Loners can't live on our territory." he bluntly exclaimed, though he didn't bear the hostility other more stern warriors might have had. "If someone else were to find you, you could be in a lot of trouble." he added though some concern rested in his tone. Not particularly a vicious cat, he'd never much developed a comfort at the idea of cat vs cat and judging by the scrawny cat's appearance... well he had a hard time believing she'd last long in a fight against a warrior. Knowing that they'd be moving to the new-leaf camp in mere days, this Ivy would be very close to them and easily found by much stronger cats. Ivy twitched her tail with slight agitation. "Loners can live in Mossclan territory. They're just not supposed to." Ivy retorted. "Cats will find me if they please. Clearly you already have." She stated, twitching her nose. She wondered why the tom hadn't attacked her yet, or run to retrieve more warriors. After all, she was invading his territory.
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Post by lunapaw🐾 on Jun 18, 2018 21:23:34 GMT -5
Mosspelt, finding himself quite bored as he wandered around camp decided he should visit his sister. He was worried about her, and he was hoping she'd be willing to move to another den considering the clan would be moving closer to her soon. Making sure nobody was looking, Mosspelt slipped out of the clan camp and into the undergrowth, making his way towards Ivy's den. It wasn't too far from the camp, which also worried Mosspelt. Ivy had chose an awfully busy spot as well. Once he reached the lake, he felt his grey paws sink into the mud below him. Not wanting to sink too deep into the mush, he continued on. Looking up at the sky, he could tell it would rain soon. He should let Ivy know about the weather, as well. She didn't go outside much, so he had assumed she hadn't seen the weather conditions. Ivy's den could be flooded by the rain water, and Mosspelt wouldn't want that to happen to his sister, for she had never been a good swimmer. Crawling into the den, Mosspelt spotted a honey colored pelt. He quickly squeezed back out of the old fox den, and took a deep breath. The scent was familiar, it was Honeywhisker. Mosspelt didn't know the tom well, but if he had hurt Ivy...Mosspelt's head was swirling with confusion. He flattened himself to the ground, hoping Ivy was alright.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 18, 2018 22:00:57 GMT -5
As soon as Waterleaf stepped out of the den, he felt a small drop slat onto his muzzle. Shocked and displeased, he wiped it quickly from his face. He didn't mind the dampness, especially considered it was part of the whole territory and Clan history... of wet territory. However, he knew that prey would likely choose to not be out in the weather. Hopefully this doesn't bring us any hungry bellies... he thought.
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 18, 2018 23:38:16 GMT -5
Honeywhisker rolled his shoulders in something of a shrug as if ignoring her agitated response, "Well that generally means you shouldn't then, doesn't it? At least that's something most kits cats learn when they're young." his retort was calm, seemingly carefree in tone despite the fact the she-cat could attack at any moment. Perhaps it was knowing that it wasn't a far run to get the cats lingering about in reunion not that far away or mayhaps he was giving the loner credit in knowing that harming him would have reprocussions. After all, attacking would lead him to flee and get help and she'd be done for, whereas at the moment he sat comfortable, give his paw a swift lick with an air of comfort -- as if not at all concerned. "And given your lack of care in hiding, I doubt it will be long before someone else does and in many cases you will find them less passive than me." a cheery tone entered his voice, as if making light of his own position. After all, as a tracker, it was technically his job to go get someone to deal with this a problem. "I mean I could attack you, drive you from the clan's territory or tear you to shreds. In your shape, even a tracker could see you turned to crow food, but..." the ginger paused a stupid grin crossing his face, "I don't much care for violence where unnecessary. Talking is a much better way to solve problems, and I'm real good at talking." the tom paused as his amber gaze analyzed the cat before him once more with a brief look of thought. "Besides, you hardly seem a threat, you don't even look like you're hunting enough to feed yourself let alone enough for us to be worried about you stealing."
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Post by lunapaw🐾 on Jun 20, 2018 10:10:17 GMT -5
Mosspelt could hear Honeywhisker and Ivy speaking with one another inside the den. He prayed to Starclan that Ivy didn't reveal their relation, or else Mosspelt certainly would't have the proud title of a clan cat. He had to break up the conversation, or else it would come up. However, if Mosspelt just popped into the den, Ivy might say something, or Honeywhisker would question how he found the den. Planning it all out was difficult. However, he finally came up with something grand. Mosspelt padded over to the entrance of the den, peering inside. "Honeywhisker?" He called out, tilting his head. There was a teeny flaw in his plan. If Ivy decided to share the fact that Mosspelt was her brother, he would be helpless.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2018 18:06:49 GMT -5
"If you wish,you can go."Bear replied to Hazelpaw.He didn't want her to go but if she wanted to,he wouldn't stop her.He enjoyed spending time with her,even if at first they were a little hostile at first.He started wondering if she missed her siblings.He started thinking about his one surviving sister and stared to miss her.
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 20, 2018 19:10:28 GMT -5
If her comment was meant offensively, it seemed to sail over the young warrior's head. "I suppose that's not hard to tell." he replied as bright as ever, his mood seeming to have improved from his encounter with the bratty Hazelpaw. His ear gave a sharp twitch at her following comment, though he bore no other sign of annoyance. "If that were the case, you wouldn't be on our territory. Although you do't seem to care much for the clan so you living here makes no sense anyways." Once more he shrugged his shoulders, it was irrelevant to him regardless. "I mean if I was I a loner, I'd probably live far away from cats that I didn't like, and even farther from those that would try to kill me." He added, though he clearly wasn't fit for such a life style. Honeywhisker was a far too social cat, lacking any mean bone in his body, he'd probably die of loneliness before anything else. "Of course, I'm happy as I am. Living alone and fending only for myself would be miserable." However, his attention was soon taken by the sound of a familiar cat, Mosspelt, the ginger turning his head back towards the den's entrance quizzically. "Oh, Mosspelt. Hello! You found me, good job!" he exclaimed cheerfully, as if it were some form of game, though he knew they had planned no such thing. They were both trackers so it was hardly suspicious for the older tom to so easily find his scent even among strange cat and ages old fox.
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 20, 2018 21:50:17 GMT -5
Following the patrol, Shadowtooth had returned to the camp, perhaps worn from the act of checking the borders and such -- though no less determined to do her duty. She had, however, decided not to push herself irresponsibly, and upon entering the camp, had taken herself towards the freshkill pile. Snatching up a mouse, the pure black cat moved away to a moderately comfortable patch of grass and laid her slender body down, dropping her meal at her paws. Even so, her eyes gazed thoughtfully across the camp, taking in the sight of those that had brought themselves around. It was quite the surprise when her green gaze caught sight of Toadstar making an appearance, though his evident loss of weight was concerning, it was simply nice to see the tom still breathed. Shaking away her outside observation, the she-cat turned her attention back to her meal, tearing into the soft fleshy body.
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