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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 2, 2018 22:59:29 GMT -5
Cats of RowanClan:
Vixenstar - a slender, dark grey she-cat many scars and sharp yellow eyes. 58 moons. Flurrypelt - white tom with grey speckles flecking his coat; pale blue eyes. 27 moons. Petalpaw - a small dilute tortoiseshell with odd eyes; one yellow, one blue. 9 moons. Softstep - tall and lanky red somali tomcat with silver blind eyes. 62 moons. Whitepaw - tiny dilute calico shecat with mint green eyes. 7 moons. Medicine cat apprentice. Asheye - broad shouldered, raven black tomcat with one blue eye. 43 moons. Raventalon - skinny, black she-cat with violet eyes and a very thin tail; 20 moons. Deputy. Coyotepaw - large, sandy-brown with very large ears and a fluffy tail with striking yellow eyes; 9 moons. Apprentice. Honeypuddle - a willowy cream somali tom, with messy fur and amber eyes. 24 moons. Medicine Cat. Emberfoot - a massive black and white tom with amber eyes. Diamondpaw - a beautiful honey-golden and brown she-cat with gray eyes. Blind. Icepaw - A medium sized tom with beautiful ice blue eyes. He has dark grey fur with black splotches covering his back. His fur gets lighter and lighter from his back to his paws. He has a fluffy grey underbelly, large, fluffy ears, and a large, fluffy tail. His fur is very smooth and silky as well. 10 moons. Apprentice . Nightfeather - a small, yet fluffy, long furred she cat with dark blue eyes. Her pelt is almost all black, except for a white splotch on her chest, white fur on the toes of her forepaws, and white fur on her ear tips. Her fur is naturally messy and tends to stick up every which way no matter how many times she tries to smooth it down. 26 moons. Warrior. Falconstrike - A large, long furred tom with bright golden eyes. He has a beautiful white pelt with light orange tabby stripes that fade away into the white fur on his sides and on his legs. He also had light orange markings under his eyes. He has a large, fluffy tail as well. Warrior. Cherrywhisker - a medium sized, short haired she cat with dark blue eyes. She has a brownish-red pelt with a white underbelly, tail tip, and paws. 40 moons. Warrior.
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How much longer will this last?
Vixenstar stared hopelessly up at the sky, gazing into the endless depths of space while stars winked back at her. For almost a quarter moon RowanClan has been without rain. Every creek or stream have dried by now and their only available water source was the river they shared with PineClan. Usually, the Clans were quite prevalent in their water sources, but during this drought, no one was free from its grip. Cats were becoming weaker as each day without rain passed.
The grey leader was perched on a large boulder that jutted out over her camp and trees surrounding opened their canopy and gave RowanClan was clear view of the sky. Tonight, Vixenstar was questioning their warrior ancestors, asking them why they were being burdened so. She didn’t understand why they were allowing her Clan to suffer so much. She wished for rain to come. She hoped for this terrible drought to end.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 3, 2018 7:02:30 GMT -5
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Post by fellow on Oct 3, 2018 9:24:47 GMT -5
Softstep - tall and lanky red somali tomcat with silver blind eyes. 62 moons. Whitepaw - tiny dilute calico shecat with mint green eyes. 7 moons. (medicine cat in training, maybe?) Asheye - broad shouldered, raven black tomcat with one blue eye. 43 moons.
Softstep settled down outside. He could no longer stand being in the den with warm pelts pressed against him, it made him sweat with heat and lightheaded. He could not shake the headache he had due to dehydration. Softstep did not mind the dark of night time, it was just like day time considering he was blind. He could hear crickets chirping. His whiskers twitched when he caught the scent of his leader Vixenstar. The gentle breeze blew down from the boulder she perched on, carrying her scent through the wind and to his nose. Otherwise, Softstep would never have known she was there. He wondered what she was thinking about. 'It must be difficult making decisions in a crisis like this,' he thought to himself, he could never imagine having the weight of the whole clan on his shoulders.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 3, 2018 10:37:39 GMT -5
The sound of pawsteps alerted Vixenstar of Softstep’s presence. The aging leader tore her gaze away from the night sky and looked down, catching sight of the blind warrior’s red pelt. With a single bound Vixenstar had left the rock and was now heading for Softstep. “Can’t sleep?” The dark-furred she-cat murmured, paws silent against the dusty ground. She couldn’t blame him - it was hot and must be even more so in the warrior’s den.
Movement startled Flurrypelt from his slumber and woke to see Softstep leaving the den. The white tom’s eyes were blurry with exhaustion as he watched the ginger tom leave. The air was so hot and stuffy in the den, Flurrypelt wanted to follow the tom out and get some fresh ait. But alas, his nest was far from the entrance and he would have to pick his way through his clanmates. The feline’s jaw stretched in a huge yawn- he hadn’t been sleeping well in the first place. Maybe he should just go back to sleep.
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Post by fellow on Oct 3, 2018 10:46:01 GMT -5
Softstep kept his eyes straight forward, his ears swiveled towards the leader's voice. "Yeah, I see that you couldn't either, I presume," he spoke softly, tilting his head to the side. He could feel her presence come closer when she walked towards him. He sat down with a sigh, curling his large and fluffy tail around his paws. He wanted to ask what she was thinking about but he thought it might be rude to pry. He swallowed, but his mouth was dry and it hurt his throat, he wondered if he could ask someone to be his eyes and guide him to the river to have a drink.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 3, 2018 12:00:17 GMT -5
Vixenstar nodded, settling down next to the tom. ”You guessed right,” she sighed, her voice rough from a lack of moisture. A light breeze stirred her fur, but only only moved the hot, humid air around and didn’t perform any cooling down. Glancing over at Softstep, she could tell that the warrior was curious as to why she was awake. Her yellow gaze headed back to the sky, still feeling a little down. ”I couldn’t sleep thinking about what I’m supposed to do about this drought,” confessed the leader blatantly. At this point, she didn’t care about keeping problems away from her clan. The issues were quite evident now and being truthful would most likely keep everyone together through hard times. ”StarClan has been silent and border tensions are growing.” Though Vixenstar was sure Softstep already knew this.
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Post by fellow on Oct 4, 2018 2:30:08 GMT -5
Softstep could hear the emotion in her voice. "Sometimes there's nothing you can do, and that's alright." He turned his head towards her, his eyes milky white and glazed over with cataracts. Softstep believed that Vixenstar had way too much weight on her shoulders, no one can control the drought, all they could do was wait for rain. "Just keep being strong for those around you, I know we will be able to get through this." Softstep sighed, his chest felt heavy with worry. He was trying his best to encourage Vixenstar to keep her chin up but the condition the clans were in was terrible. He could hardly be positive in this situation. If one more cat passed out from heatstroke he was going to lose it.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 4, 2018 7:26:29 GMT -5
Vixenstar was quiet for a bit after Softstep finished speaking. Usually there would be birds beginning to chirp as the sky began lightening, but since it was so nasty outside, animals preferred to stay within the shade of the forest around. Letting out a breath that seemed to be releasing the tension that was built up, Vixenstar finally acknowledged the tom’s words of encouragement. ”Thank you, Softstep. I will try my best to stay strong for you all.” Though worry still gnawed at her as she thought about the many cats who have been suffering from the heatwave. RowanClan’s medicine cat could only do so much for them, but without a ready source of water, it was becoming difficult for them to do their job properly.
”Could you start rousing your denmates? We need to send out a water patrol.” A water patrol’s job was to travel to the river and collect as much water as possible to bring back to camp. It had been working quite well when they first started, but with the drought lengthening and PineClan growing protective of the river, it was becoming an almost dangerous task.
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Post by fellow on Oct 5, 2018 4:09:42 GMT -5
Softstep nodded at the leader's words. He did not mind going on water patrol because it meant that he could get something to drink. The only thing he did not like was waking sleeping cats. He knew himself how much he hated being awoken from his nap. Softstep padded back inside the warriors den, it felt stuffy inside. He nudged the cat closest to him, which was Asheye. Asheye rolled over on his side when he felt someone elbow his ribcage. He lifted his head up and looked over his shoulder at Softstep. Asheye yawned at the blind warrior. "I just fell asleep, what's the matter?" Asheye did not sound angry at Softstep, just tired.
"Morning water patrol," he stated bluntly. Softstep's ear twitched he was trying to pick out who else to drag along with them, but he could not distinguish one scent from another. There were too many cats in the den and he did not want to spend his time stepping on tails and tripping over sleeping pelts. Asheye stood up slowly and stretched out his body. His tail twitched back and forth in the air. "Maybe we can bring Flurrypelt along with us," the black tom mentioned. He picked his way over the crowd and nudged Flurrypelt to wake him up the same way Softstep did.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 5, 2018 11:45:46 GMT -5
Vixenstar murmured a word of thanks as Softstep agreed to take the first water patrol. Her gaze followed after the red tom until he reached the warriors’ den and Vixenstar stood again. After that patrol left, she would send out a border/hunting patrol. She had been combining the two lately to save energy for others, so they could perform well later on when needed. She found it for the job faster as well, though since prey was scarce, hunting was a difficult task and took longer than it used to. The slate-grey feline decided to sit and watch the sunrise, waiting for her clan to stir.
Flurrypelt had just drifted back into a very light sleep when he felt someone nudge him awake. His head shot up immediately, looking almost confused. Then he saw Asheye standing over him and heard what the black tom had to say. Nodding wearily, the white tom uncurled himself from his nest and followed after the warrior. He spotted Softstep already waiting for them and wondered if they would take anyone else. Maybe one of the apprentices would want to go. Fluffypelt’s jaws stretched in a sudden yawn as he emerged from the den, emphasizing how tired he felt. He was discouraged to discover the air wasn’t any cooler than inside the cramped den. A stiff breeze was blowing, but didn’t provide any relief from the relentless heat. The tom spotted Vixenstar sitting beneath the Boulder - he wondered how long the leader had been awake.
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Oct 5, 2018 12:35:34 GMT -5
Raventalon - skinny, black she-cat with violet eyes and a very thin tail; 20 moons (Deputy?) Coyotepaw - large, sandy-brown with very large ears and a fluffy tail with striking yellow eyes; 9 moons (Apprentice)
Raventalon padded back into camp with a bundle of wet moss in her jaws. Although late at night, the she-cat couldn't stand the thought of sleeping with some many struggling from this heat. She had decided to do a night run to the river to get some water by herself. Dangerous at night, but she felt it was worth the risk. As it was, part of the water had dripped down her chin and chest. It wasn't much though, thank StarClan. Much had been saved in the moss. Glancing around the camp, she spotted others stirring and realized the heat was worse than she thought. Either way, she moved over to where Vixenstar was with Softstep. She could only nod her head in greeting, not wanting to waste any water.
Coyotepaw coughed hard in his sleep. His whole body was shaking lightly as if cold. He was away from the other apprentices, fearing he might be sick. That was all the medicine cats needed, a sick cat. Of course, others had been to them about this drought. They wanted to know if their was some herbs to help. But with such heat, a lot of herbs were hard to come by. and Coyotepaw hadn't wanted to bother them. He had been working twice as hard due to his size. He felt like he could handle it more than smaller ones. Either way, he had pushed himself maybe too far today and was suffering.
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Post by allen on Oct 5, 2018 16:59:53 GMT -5
Honeypuddle - a willowy cream somali tom, with messy fur and amber eyes. 24 moons. [medicine cat]
starclan were powerful beings, of that he was sure. their ancestors had watched over them for moons, surveying their every action, judging them and guiding them. they gave prophecies, dreams, lives. for so many to follow their teachings in such a devoted manner, they must've been powerful. it was a given! as a clan cat - and, more importantly, a medicine cat - he had been taught throughout his entire life to basically worship them. he was meant to be grateful for the presence of the spirits. yet, on days like those, honey couldn't help but wonder. were they really as powerful as he was brought up to believe?
after all, starclan rarely, if ever, directly intervened. for as long as he can remember, in every story he was told, he had never once heard of starclan preventing a disaster. if the poor, unknowing mortals were lucky, they would send a message. sometimes it was rotting prey. sometimes it was a riddle. but never, not once, did they ever prevent the clans from facing unnecessary hardships. they refused to lend a paw to the needy, only warning the clans before watching them burn.
this time around, they hadn't even been granted that. starclan hadn't spoken to him, despite his desperate pleas and wishes. his clan was growing weaker with each day. they had no rain, no water, only endless thirst and paw pads slick with sweat. he felt helpless. if the drought were to continue for much longer, it could be disastrous. their health would continue to decline. his clanmates would grow sluggish and lethargic, too tired to move, too desperate to stay still. the herbs he was growing would shrivel and die, leaving them vulnerable to sickness and infection.
it wasn't an easy situation to deal with. weary paws led him out of his den. the cream-furred tom swallowed, his parched throat constricting in an uncomfortable manner. a small cough served to clear away his discomfort while also alerting those in the camp to his presence. a single polite nod would serve as his greeting. he felt too tired to muster up anything better.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Oct 5, 2018 18:00:55 GMT -5
Emberfoot ~ Massive black and white tom with amber eyes. Diamondpaw ~ Beautiful honey golden and brown she-cat with gray eyes. Blind.
"Hmm... No rain in sight," Emberfoot huffed at the cloudless night skies. His ancestors glared down on him, and they seemed to whisper, "Rain... Rain..." Was he hallucinating, or was it real? He looked to the horizon. Then, he knew the time was right. In the distance, was a lovely valley. They must travel there. He had heard stories. He had to tell Vixenstar about it, and she would decide what to do. Perfect. He licked his lips, as he knew that there was a waterfall there. He thought he heard the murmur of the water. If they didn't want to move, he would move himself. He would become a loner, and travel around the world. He stood up slowly and padded back to camp, his tail twitching with excitement. "Vixenstar?"
Diamondpaw sighed. She stood up, sniffed, and headed towards a lovely scent that beckoned her. A flower. She smelled it. Poppy seeds. Thick stem. The delicate petals. The black scent. She was nearing a parched throat. She ate the flower, and sucked the low amount of milk inside. Lovely, just lovely, She thought with a flicker of gratitude. She would tell Coyotepaw about the new clever trick she figured out. In the moonlight, she looked like a ghost, her body planted right under the gaze of the moon. She sat down at lifted her useless gaze up, towards the sky, where her hidden ancestors thrived. The moon glared at Diamondpaw, and she felt the cold gaze of it. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Oct 5, 2018 20:15:33 GMT -5
(I hope I'm not starting too much drama.)
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 5, 2018 20:42:05 GMT -5
( welcome to the rp, everyone! your characters are all awesome and i can’t wait to see how this goes. UnsightlyHeretic831, i love your idea but it seems a little early for that. once the plot grows we can definitely use it. )
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Oct 5, 2018 20:51:58 GMT -5
(Okay! I'll remake that later, because I've got to go, so I can't right now, because I have to work on my BBCode.)
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 5, 2018 21:52:36 GMT -5
RowanClan was beginning to come to life as multiple cats began awakening. Vixenstar felt a pang of sorrow at the exhausted looks on each of their faces, still yearning for a way to stop the heat. Her ears pricked when Ravetalon entered the camp with a wad of wet moss in her jaws. The leader hadn’t even known the deputy has left the camp. She leaped up to meet the black feline, touching her nose to Raventalon’s in greeting. ”I didn’t know you were gone,” she meowed, her gaze bright at the sight of the sodden moss. ”Thank you for this. Another patrol is headed out now.”
A soft cough brought Honeypuddle to the she-cat’s attention. Hope lighting in her yellow orbs, she beckoned him over, wondering if the medicine cat had heard anything from their warrior ancestors who have been silent for nearly a half moon. She knew that the pale-furred tom was growing impatient with the heavenly clan and was starting to lose faith in their credibility. Honestly, Vixenstar couldn’t blame him. The cats that were supposed to guide the Clans weren’t actually doing any guiding. Suddenly the leader wondered of the other clans had heard anything.
A harsh hacking startled Petalpaw awake, causing her to nearly jump out of her fur. The small dilute tortoiseshell looked around wide-eyed for the source of the sound. Her light eyes landed on Coyotepaw, who has strangle distanced himself from his denmates. If she looked closely, the she-cat could see the tom shivering. A stab of alarm shot through the apprentice; was he ok? It was swelteringly hot out and there was no explanation for his quivering. Slowly rising from her nest, Petalpaw placed a gentle paw on her friend’s flank. Burning hot and he was definitely shivering. That didn’t seem good to her, though she was no medicine cat. Maybe he needed to see Honeypuddle or Whitepaw. ”Coyotepaw? Are you alright?”
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Oct 5, 2018 22:44:43 GMT -5
Raventalon purred as she greeted her leader. Not able to reply, she tilted her head, wondering where to bring the moss. Probably to the medicine cat's den, she thought. It was were most cats were going. The ones that felt sick would go their often as well. Her twitched as Honeypuddle walked over. Once again, the she-cat nodded her head to the medicine cat. She flicked her tail towards the two as she padded over to the medicine cat's den, hoping that Whitepaw was there to take the mossball. She needed to help organize patrols. Patrols for both hunting, boarder, and water. She hoped to send everyone out quickly before the heat got too bad. At that point, she would hold off on them until the sun set. It was going to be a rough time till the rains came.
Coyotepaw held back a groan as someone called his name. He hadn't slept well, coughing and in pain. His muscles were cramping all over. He felt dizzy, nauseous, and felt so tired. Holding back a dry cough, he licked his parched lips. Lifting his head, Coyotepaw spotted Petalpaw looking down at him. He winced lightly, thinking that he woke her from her sleep considering that most of the other apprentices were still asleep. "I'm sorry, Petalpaw," he rasped. "I didn't mean to wake you. I think I might have a feather in my throat. Nothing to worry about!" He tried to sound cheerful and smile, but he just came across more tired.
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Post by fellow on Oct 6, 2018 2:54:15 GMT -5
Softstep followed the scent of Asheye and Flurrypelt waking out of the warrior's den. He looked kind of down. Asheye on the otherhand was eager to bring tons of water back so everyone could have a much needed drink. The clan looked dehydrated and he hated seeing cats suffering like this. Asheye padded to the entrance of the medicine cat's den, he had just seen Raventalon walk in with wet moss in her jaw already. Seeing the water made him realize how thirsty he was. Outside of the medicine cat's den entrance was a pile of old moss balls, dry and ready for water. He picked one up in his mouth.
Softstep spoke up to Flurrypelt, "If you can think of anyone else that should come with us we should invite them. The more cats bringing water back the better." Softstep could feel the heat on the back of his red pelt, he prayed that today the sun would be less harsh than the last. Doing anything when it was this hot out was unbearable.
Whitepaw had awoken the same time her mentor did. She stood up to her paws and looked around. Waking up in the medicine cat den was saddening, their herb stock was low and the leaves were drying out in the heat. She peaked outside the den's entrance, she could see her clan out there milling about. She squeaked in surprise, backing away from the entrance when she saw Raventalon. Her ears folded back and she looked down at the ground sheepishly. She was always a shy cat, hardly speaking more than a sentence to anyone but Honeypuddle.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Oct 6, 2018 10:47:39 GMT -5
(The dreams are not visions, nor signs from Starclan, by the way.) Diamondpaw went back to her den, and she went to her nest. She fell asleep instantly and dreamed that night. A beautiful moorland... And her vision. She explored in her dream, joyfully, when everything started to fade. "No!" Diamondpaw did not want to leave. She woke up to coughing. "Get tansy for cough," She murmured to Coyotepaw. She shifted over to face one of the walls. "Tansy..." She muttered before falling asleep again. This dream was about Coyotepaw jumping over the moon. Then it changed. Honeypuddle was just a honey puddle. Petalpaw was a flower, Coyotepaw was a coyote, and so on. What in Starclan?
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Post by allen on Oct 6, 2018 12:47:12 GMT -5
it was hard to sleep on such a warm night. if you weren't busy desperately gulping down what little air you could get, you were dreading the potential the drought held. seeing the strained faces of his clanmates only solidified that worry, the feeling forming a heavy weight in his chest. or maybe that was just the thirst.
he slinked forward and joined vixenstar at her left flank. his gaze met hers, a single glance telling him all he needed to know. he knew what she wanted to hear, for it was the same hope that they all held. he wished he could be the one to raise their spirits. he wished he didn't have to let them all down. the slim tom shook his head sadly before taking on a doleful smile and staring up at the sky.
"nothing yet." nor did he know if there ever would be anything. under any other situation he would've felt guilty for his dwindling faith... these days he just felt betrayed. he stayed quiet for a moment, squinting as if scrutinizing the night sky. after a few heartbeats he lowered his head, sighing as he looked around at his clanmates. "we'll get through this."
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Oct 6, 2018 20:54:43 GMT -5
Raventalon's ears flicked annoyed at the apprentice. It was only her! She wasn't much of a threat. At least, not to the apprentice before her. The black she-cat was known for being quite fierce in battle; she didn't gain the name -talon for no reason. But that wasn't the point right now. The she-cat nodded to Whitepaw and jerked her jaw towards the apprentice. She could figure out who needed the water first. The medicine cats would know better than her. "Tock tho moos," she mumbled through it.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 7, 2018 10:18:18 GMT -5
( sorry for not replying - i’m rlly busy this weekend and won’t be able to reply until monday. i have 2 projects due monday so i need to focus on that )
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 11, 2018 13:50:00 GMT -5
Petalpaw's fur was beginning to bristle in distress at the sight of her ill friend. His failed attempt of brushing it off only made the she-cat more concerned for Coyotepaw. "Um..," she began, looking outside of the den helplessly. To her relief she spotted Honeypuddle standing outside with Vixenstar. The apprentice looked back at the tom and smiled uneasily, telling him she would go fetch the medicine cat. Without waiting for a response, Petalpaw bounded out the den and towards the pale-furred medicine cat. Suddenly she felt daunted by the two older cats' presence, but she knew she had to speak for her denmate. "Honeypuddle, something's wrong with Coyotepaw." The small she-cat's mew was urgent and her tail was flicking nervously. "He's really hot to the touch but also shivering. And he's coughing. I'm worried about him."
Dismay swept over Vixenstar at Honeypuddle's words, though her expression was unreadable and hardly gave away her emotion. Even so, the she-cat wasn't surprised. Why would StarClan speak now, since the drought has come into full affect? Vixenstar wished that they would have been at least warned of the incoming struggle they were now facing. A small sigh left the slender cat and she bowed her head in gratitude towards Honeypuddle. "Thank you for all that you do, Honeypuddle. We would not get through this without you."
Petalpaw's sudden presence almost startled Vixenstar as the small cat hurried over. Another pit formed in her stomach formed as she read the tortoiseshell's expression and heard her words. Another ailing cat. Just what they needed.
Flurrypelt nearly reached down to retrieve a moss ball when Softstep's words stopped him. Though the blind tom could not see him, the white tom nodded in agreement. "I'll go fetch Emberfoot, then." The slender tom decided that taking apprentices wouldn't be very wise, since the youngest cats needed to conserve their now limited energy. Flurrypelt padded off to where he saw Emberfoot sitting wearily at the edge of camp. He waved his tail in greeting as he approached, asking, "Would you mind joining us for a water patrol? We need all the help we can get."
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Oct 11, 2018 15:59:43 GMT -5
Coyotepaw looked up as Petal told him that she would fetch the medicine cat. "No...don't," he rasped. He coughed again as he watched her leave. He didn't want them wasting herbs on him. With a groan, Coyotepaw forced himself to stand up. Dizziness swept over him as well as nausea, but he forced himself to keep standing. The apprentice forced himself to move out of the den to stop the other apprentice. He stumbled about but eventually made it out of the den.
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Post by ✯ иιgнттιмє ναρσяωανє ✯ on Oct 11, 2018 18:45:26 GMT -5
Shorttail - A huge Turkish Angora tom with dark blue eyes.
Shorttail rested in his den, snoozing peacefully. He was dreaming of hunting, and he caught a rabbit. The sun shone bright, and clouds drifted across the sky, forming peculiar shapes. He stalked around the lush trees and scented the air. Fox? The unpleasant scent reached his senses, and he flinched. He caught sight of russet fur in the shelter of a hawthorn, and he paused. What? The dream vanished, and he woke up with a start. "Ahh!" He yowled, and the scent of fox lingered. Was it a sign?
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 14, 2018 7:31:45 GMT -5
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Oct 14, 2018 9:12:34 GMT -5
(Yo! Do you want me to let you know what's going on with Coyotepaw?)
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Post by allen on Oct 14, 2018 16:04:50 GMT -5
[sorry for the late reply! school's been super time consuming recently ;;]
he almost didn't want to look at her. honeypuddle felt guilty. of course, it was not his fault, he knew that much. still, to have such a waning connection with their ancestors at their time of need, their most desperate hour... it was not comforting. seeing the dispair in vixenstar's eyes would only worsen that feeling within him. it was why he had looked towards the stars. it was why he suddenly seemed tenser than before. more distant.
he let out a quiet hum in response, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "i do what i must." were he not their medicine cat, someone else surely would've taken his place. in the end, serving his clan was a duty. it was to be expected of someone in his position. perhaps he was being cynical, perhaps it was exhaustion, but he couldn't bring himself to take the thanks to heart. it wasn't that he lacked confidence in himself, but rather... he was aware of his mortality. of how powerless he was in the grand scheme of things. all he could do was help hold them over until they recovered.
petalpaw's news made him blink, shaking him out of his thoughts. dreary news indeed, but not something he could afford to curse about and mull over. not when he hadn't even dealt with the poor tom's illness yet. as the young molly finished her sentence, honey tutted. "i'll go check on him now." the tom left withing any further warning. the cream somali strode through the camp, slowing down as he watched coyotepaw emerge from the den.
brushing against the younger tom, the medicine cat's eyes narrowed in thought. he certainly didn't seem healthy. looked like petalpaw was right. "coyotepaw, when did this start up?" had he been sick for long, or was this a recent thing? the tall tom had been so distracted recently that he hadn't been watching as he should've. was the apprentice the only one who was sick? questions raced through his mind like frightened rabbits. he hushed them all, trying to focus on the task at hand. "come on, let's get to my den. lean on me."
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Post by forestpaw on Oct 14, 2018 16:47:35 GMT -5
Icepaw - A medium sized tom with beautiful ice blue eyes. He has dark grey fur with black splotches covering his back. His fur gets lighter and lighter from his back to his paws. He has a fluffy grey underbelly, large, fluffy ears, and a large, fluffy tail. His fur is very smooth and silky as well. 10 moons. Apprentice
Nightfeather - a small, yet fluffy, long furred she cat with dark blue eyes. Her pelt is almost all black, except for a white splotch on her chest, white fur on the toes of her forepaws, and white fur on her ear tips. Her fur is naturally messy and tends to stick up every which way no matter how many times she tries to smooth it down. 26 moons
Falconstrike - A large, long furred tom with bright golden eyes. He has a beautiful white pelt with light orange tabby stripes that fade away into the white fur on his sides and on his legs. He also had light orange markings under his eyes. He has a large, fluffy tail as well.
Cherrywhisker - a medium sized, short haired she cat with dark blue eyes. She has a brownish-red pelt with a white underbelly, tail tip, and paws. 40 moons.
((All of these cats are also open for romance. If youre interested just tell me.
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