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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Jun 26, 2018 17:48:53 GMT -5
(Hey Mosshail once my clan gets more popular, maybe Fierceclan can border Groveclan, too.)
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 26, 2018 18:27:32 GMT -5
"We will be doubling the amounts of patrols towards the gorge; the more cats you can gather, the better. Be sure to always have a couple other cats accompanying you when you are out, and do not hesitate to offer your help... please. For the well-being of your clanmates, I trust you all to take initiative. This goes for medicine cats as well; always be sure to have some cats along with you. We slowly approach the harsher, colder weather once more, and we must be sure to be prepared for what those difficult times will bring. I have faith in all of you, and pray StarClan watch over our Clan for a safe season." He stood, dismissing the meeting, and padded off into his den. His wounds stung, and he desired to take a long rest, even if it meant sleeping until the next morning.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 26, 2018 18:28:17 GMT -5
(Hey Mosshail once my clan gets more popular, maybe Fierceclan can border Groveclan, too.) [Okay, sounds promising. Let me know c:]
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Jun 26, 2018 18:30:19 GMT -5
(Okay. I only have two members... so it might take some time.)
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 26, 2018 18:35:25 GMT -5
[No worries, GroveClan is pretty new also. I don't plan on rushing for a bordering Clan; I'll have to make that a poll after July 3rd, to see if people want a bordering Clan, haha]
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 26, 2018 18:43:03 GMT -5
Daisypaw headed back to her own den, and curled up in her nest next to Paintpawβs. She felt awful about the whole situation, but there was nothing she could do anymore. It was in the paws of StarClan now. She curled her tail around her and closed her eyes, her muscles happy for the rest.
Goldenstrike watched his sister go, then looked down at his paws. He wasnβt sure what to do now. He felt energetic instead of tired; it must have been all that anxiety. He wanted to go out again, but also the threat of the foxes was to high and fresh.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 26, 2018 18:51:02 GMT -5
Just as Skystar finished speaking, Dreamwave arrived back into camp with Flightpaw, the both of them carrying large, swollen balls of moss soaked with water. They padded into the medicine den, and gently placed them near Daisypaw's nest. After doing so, Dreamwave ushered Flightpaw out of the den after the young tom sent a sad glance at the beaten body of Paintpaw. "Is there any cat willing to join me for a patrol?" Dreamwave called out, looking around. She had caught the last few sentences of Skystar's addressing of the Clan, so she decided to organize one herself. Flightpaw and Softlight stood near her to join her on one.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 26, 2018 19:04:03 GMT -5
Daisypaw rose her head, then blinked gratefully at the two cats as they walked away, and sat up. Then she tilted Paintpawβs head to the side, took a moss ball with a claw, and squeezed it on her mouth, letting it seep in. Then she waited for any kind of response from the she-cat.
Goldenstrike got to his paws and walked over to join the patrol, nodding his head at Dreamwave, Softlight, and Flightpaw. He didnβt know the cats too well, but perhaps this was a good chance to get closer to his Clanmates. He felt a rush of ready and nervous energies at the same time.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 26, 2018 19:10:07 GMT -5
Meekly, Paintpaw welcomed the cooling feeling of water on her tongue and in her mouth. She drank lightly, afraid that all she would do was choke. As she drank, she tasted less of her own blood in her mouth as it went down her dry throat. She tried to thank Daisypaw, but her head sunk down in her nest instead weakly.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 26, 2018 19:12:03 GMT -5
A quick nod from Dreamwave to Goldenstrike welcomed him. "I'm pretty sure we're going towards the Forgotten Thunderpath," Flightpaw meowed to the warrior as he padded up to the rest of the patrol. "I guess Dreamwave wants to do what she can to avoid any of us getting hurt, while still doing our regular clan duties." He looked to Goldenstrike, noticing the scratches on his pelt and tear in his ear. "I hear it was... pretty rough out there."
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 26, 2018 19:28:43 GMT -5
Daisypaw pushed the poppyseed closer to her. βDo you think you could take these? I should help you sleep and feel better,β she asked gently, trying not to upset her. The fox attack must have been horrible, and she couldnβt imagine what it was like. She tucked into her nest again and waited.
Goldenstrike shifted uncomfortable. βYeah. Skystar and Hawkjaw got the worst of it. But it was pretty hard,β he said. βI think we should be okay, for now, at least.β He didnβt want to see any more foxes on their territory. But if they did, he would be ready to fight again.
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on Jun 26, 2018 20:15:50 GMT -5
After the clan meeting, whisperwing palled the way back to her den, and watched patiently while Daisypaw tended to her friend. When she heard the faint sound of the battered apprenticeβs voice, she rushed over to check on her. βHow are you feeling, paintpaw?β She mewed softly, gently pressing some more moss under her head.
Hearing that there was going to be another patrol, Thunderfoot padded over to his apprentice. βSilverpaw, I am going to join the patrol that is about to go out. I think it would be beneficial for you to come as well, but I wanted to give you the option considering the situation with Paintpaw.β He explained, knowing that the young Tom might still be a bit shaken from the attack on one of the other apprentices.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 26, 2018 20:18:59 GMT -5
"The more we have join, the better," Dreamwave nodded. "Skystar is probably pretty certain that the fox threat is over, if he's retired to his den for the time being. We'll be checking an opposite border, so we shouldn't run into any trouble ourselves... hopefully," the she-cat explained. She looked to Softlight, Flightpaw, Goldenstrike, and Thunderfoot.
Flightpaw had nodded in agreement to what Goldenstrike had said.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 26, 2018 20:24:56 GMT -5
Paintpaw could really only stare blankly at the poppy seeds and at Whisperwing. Her eyes and throat felt puffy and swollen. She was really exhausted from her whole ordeal, and having Beetlewing literally drag her from the gorge to camp made her feel worse---even if it had saved her life. She turned her eyes to Whisperwing slowly, then closed them again, unsure of how she could explain how she felt to either cat.
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Post by smokefur1 on Jun 26, 2018 20:49:03 GMT -5
(Hi, and sorry, I was out of town all day! Can someone recap me from the patrol cats in the medicine cat den?)
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 26, 2018 20:53:07 GMT -5
Hawkjaw rose from where he sat in the clearing. His gaze flitted around the clearing, wondering what to do next. Organize patrols he told himself. His brain felt muddied, as if bees were buzzing around in his head. Goldenstrike, Robinwhisper, Bluepool?/i] he tried to group cats together for a patrol, but the more he tried the more confused he became. He shook his head furiously, snapping himself out of his mind. He conceded to his confusion and decided consulting another cat would be his best interest for the time being. His eyes fixed on Dreamwave's patrol, and he padded over to them. "Are you all heading to the gorge?" he asked upon arrival, flicking his tail on Dreamwave's shoulder as a sign of respect for the senior warrior.
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 26, 2018 20:53:22 GMT -5
[Welcome, Brokennose!!]]
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 26, 2018 20:56:21 GMT -5
Daisypaw sighed, then looked up at Whisperwing. βDoes she need more water?β she asked. βWhat should we do?β She hadnβt dealt with something like this before - she only knew enough to tend to her wounds. She wanted to help more, but right now she felt kind of helpless.
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 26, 2018 21:01:59 GMT -5
Robinwhisper had been in a daze since Paintpaw had arrived in camp, and the duration of the clan meeting had been a blur to her. She let her paws carry her to the medicine cat den, hoping there was something she could do to help. At the entrance of the den she smelled the thick smell of old blood and cobwebs mixing together with herbs of all sorts. The pungent smell almost caused her to lose the tiny bit of mouse she had eaten with Deerleg earlier that day. Was that really today? she asked herself before stepping into the den. She saw Paintpaw lying in a nest, her matted calico flank rising and falling more smoothly than earlier. "Hi." She mewed meekly to Whisperwing and Daisypaw. "May I.. Uh, May I help in any way?" She never moved her eyes from Paintpaw. Her once beautiful apprentice's coat was matted with blood and poultice juices. "Maybe I could groom her? would that help?" She was nervous to ask, never one to be around the medicine-cats much. Their motherly demeanor always shocked her and she opted to steer clear as long as she wasn't in life-threatening condition. It took a lot of courage for her to speak to the she-cats.
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Post by smokefur1 on Jun 26, 2018 21:02:34 GMT -5
(And another thing Mosshail, I am going to be gone Thursday till' maybe next week)
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Post by smokefur1 on Jun 26, 2018 21:04:15 GMT -5
(vacation)
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 26, 2018 21:17:32 GMT -5
Daisypaw turned her head to look at the pretty she-cat. Paintpawβs blood was a mess, and none of the medicine cats had taken the time to groom her at all. βUm, sure,β the small she-cat said, nodding. βJust be careful with her cobwebs.β She then remembered Robinwhisper was Paintpawβs mentor, and she understood why she wanted to help. She must feel terrible, she thought sadly.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2018 21:41:33 GMT -5
Ooc:(Hello everyone, I'm back from my trip! It looks like my week was really busy, so I ended up not having time to check up on the forums, sorry. If I left anyone frozen I hope they moved on, what did I miss?)
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 26, 2018 21:57:17 GMT -5
Robinwhisper nodded in appreciation to Daisypaw, and gently laid herself beside Paintpaw. "I hope you can hear me... I wish I could've protected you.." She whispered softly before pressing her muzzle to a non-cobwebbed part of Painpaw's coat. She gently lapped at different spots of blood on her coat, trying her hardest to work the mats out of her fur without causing any harm to the little she-cat. Robinwhisper could stay there as long as permitted, methodically working out her apprentice's aesthetic discrepancies. In a way it was working out her own mental anguish as well.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 26, 2018 21:58:39 GMT -5
((painpaw is too accurate rn))
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 26, 2018 22:04:40 GMT -5
Ooc:(Hello everyone, I'm back from my trip! It looks like my week was really busy, so I ended up not having time to check up on the forums, sorry. If I left anyone frozen I hope they moved on, what did I miss?) Hello!! Well in short a fox smell was found around the territory so a patrol was sent out to check on it and when they found the really strong scent/ where it was they found it had seriously hurt an apprentice named Paintpaw. Paintpaw was rushed back to camp and the patrol killed 2 foxes. Now Paintpaw is near death and getting better (I think) and patrols have been sent out to check on fox status. ]]
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on Jun 26, 2018 22:10:28 GMT -5
While Paintpwβs mentor groomed her, Whisperwing called over Daisyβs to help her make some fresh poultices. She had checked the poor apprentice as soon as she had gotten back and had detected the faint beginnings of a fever and chills. βChew up some more marigold, Daisypaw. While you do that Iβm going to mix some feverfew, thyme and poppy seeds. It will help keep her from fever, as well as calm her and ease her pain.β She explained, adding some water to the mix so that it would be easier for the wounded apprentice to swallow.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 26, 2018 22:17:51 GMT -5
Daisypaw nodded, saying the mix of herbs in her head, then went to the herb storage and came back with marigold. She leaned over a leaf, chewing on the yellow petals, then spit them out onto the leaf, to make it easier to use. She glanced up at Robinwhisper and Paintpaw every few moments, making sure they were still alright.
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Post by small.hope on Jun 26, 2018 22:17:54 GMT -5
Strawberryleaf - she-cat - warrior - MosshailThe cream and white shecat stayed quiet as she followed Bluepool out of the camp, curiously watching the pretty blue she-cat. She seemed bothered by something, hopefully their little patrol would distract her from whatever was worrying her. Halting, she stopped and crouched, watching Bluepool's tail for a quiet second, before leaping and batting at it a couple times, then bolted past Bluepool. "Race you to the thunderpath! Hurry up!"
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Post by small.hope on Jun 26, 2018 22:19:08 GMT -5
Smallpaw - she-cat - apprentice - UnsightlyHeretic831Noticing the silver apprentice sitting by himself munching on a mouse, Smallpaw got to her white paws and walked over to sit next to her fellow denmate. "Good evening." She greeted softly, her tail curling over her paws. Avoiding eye contact in case the other didn't really want her company, she watched the other cats as the camp seemed to breath a deep sigh of relief as the tension melted away.
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