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Post by owlspots on Apr 30, 2019 5:54:22 GMT -5
(Honestly me too! The family drama would be the most intense with option 2 and Frostflower might be able to have a redemption arc if I get any more attached to her than I already am I'm so tempted to make a form for her but I'll leave it for now bc I have.......a lot of characters)
Waspwing nodded grimly. She curled her tail tightly around herself to stop it from twitching and took a deep breath. "Do you think all of his cats are the same? Besides Dappleleaf and Twistedpaw and whoever else they're looking to get out, I mean," she mewed, "how can a whole Clan behave like that?" She was a rogue once, and she ran with some pretty despicable cats before she found FogClan, but even Nettle had been worthy of StarClan in comparison to Ravenstar, and she hadn't even met Ravenstar yet. "I mean, I knew some nasty cats before I joined the Clan, but they at least had some morals. Nettle - she was kind of the deputy, I guess - was harsh but she'd never let cats starve. There was this other cat, Hound, who tore someone's throat out for trying to hurt one of the queens and her kits. I thought it was barbaric but he did it for a good reason."
(Oooh some backstory for Nettle, Hound and Rabbit. They were part of the group Wasp's family ran with at one point but the group fell apart after Wasp's dad was killed by the rogue leader because they were in disagreement over whether he deserved it or not)
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 30, 2019 5:55:31 GMT -5
Twistedpaw was slowing down behind them, sniffing at a few passing plants. He tried to remember what it was that he used to get, was it Poppy seeds? He narrowed his eyes and jerked his head away from the plant, realizing he was trailing far behind now. When he caught up, he continued his search but this time he just watched for them. He knew poppy seeds had a weird side effect, but he couldn't exactly recall what it was. He was so lost in thought he had zoned the cats out, he perked his ears up though as they mentioned the escape plan. He wondered how many cats would be willing to run away now.
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Post by owlspots on Apr 30, 2019 5:59:48 GMT -5
"I agree; Kitepaw means well but he's only young, and he's still shaken up over what happened to his sisters," Snowclaw mewed, his voice laced with sympathy as he thought of the young apprentice back at camp, "perhaps Brambleflower can talk to him later? She's his mother, she'll know how to break it to him best." He took a moment to think hard - who else in their Clan could they trust? That was such a morbid question, he realised with an inward sigh, and an equally morbid concept. "I'm...not sure about Frostflower. She called me a coward before, when I told her I wanted to leave with Fogstar. I don't know if she still supports Ravenstar like she did," he confessed, tail-tip twitching nervously as his eyes followed the frog.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 30, 2019 6:05:53 GMT -5
"Who could have faith in Ravenstar? Only warriors with the hearts of rogues." Twistedpaw growled, not meaning to actually say it out loud. He turned his head away from them and flattened his ears, hoping he didn't upset the senior warrior with his comment about Frostflower. He hated to admit it to himself, but he did believe what he said. He couldn't see how any cat would be willing to obey Ravenstar. Yet if no cat obeyed him and had faith, we wouldn't be in this mess. His thoughts were interupted when he saw a familiar flower sprouting up. He quickly grasped the Daisy in his jaw, knowing it might help his leg.
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Post by smokey on Apr 30, 2019 6:10:01 GMT -5
"Honestly, I don't think they're much of a clan anymore," Robinsong muttered, staring at her paws. The only thing clan-like about them is their names... At the mention of new names, she perked up and tilted her head. "Oh, they sound like some interesting cats. What were they like?" She gazed up at Waspwing with wide eyes, like a kit waiting for its mother to tell a story. She was beginning to feel down, thinking about the broken Cedarclan, and was highly interested in the cats Waspwing had lived with. Robinsong wondered if they were similar to any cats she had met before. I have met a lot of cats, she recalled as faces filled her mind.
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Post by smokey on Apr 30, 2019 6:23:03 GMT -5
Gingerstripe gave Twistedpaw a warning look, though he understood the apprentice's feelings. "We shouldn't share our plans with anyone unless they are fully trustworthy," he stated, though his gaze was sympathetic as he met Snowclaw's eyes. "I understand that you're worried about Frostflower, but we can't force her to go, and if she tells Ravenstar..." He didn't want to think of what the leader would do to his mother if he found out about what was going on. And then Ashpelt would be next, and who knows if Ravenstar would trust Stormscreech after that. He shook the thought from his head, trying to hide the grim expression he had taken on. "If anything, we can talk about sending her out last. That way, if she snaps, most of the escapees will be gone already." Gingerstripe grimaced at his own phrasing. He felt bad talking about his clanmate, and Snowclaw's kin, as if she were a liability.
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Post by owlspots on Apr 30, 2019 7:23:38 GMT -5
(It's storytime with Waspwing)
Waspwing was taken aback by Robinsong's question to say the least. "Well," she began, taking a long pause as she tried to think of what she could possibly say; she didn't want to say something terrible, and have Robinsong recoil in disgust regarding her less than pleasant past. "My father introduced my mother, my sisters and I to a group of cats he'd met through my uncle - not Grouse, my other uncle Boulder - and told us that we'd be joining them as a family. Their leader at the time was called Hawk, and he was nice enough, but he was...temperamental," she explained, "he wasn't very trusting, and we had to do a lot to earn a real place in the group. It wasn't so bad though, he trained us while we were young and taught us to fight. Then Hawk died, and he was replaced by this cat called Spider. While I knew him, I thought Spider was the worst cat I'd ever met: he was cruel to my father, and when he got caught sneaking extra prey to my sister Fly while she was sick, Spider made him a prisoner. Nettle was Spider's second-in-command, but although I wouldn't necessarily call her kind, she was much nicer than Spider." It felt a little strange, talking to Robinsong about her past, considering she'd never actually opened up to anybody like this previously. It was nice, in a way. "My father was killed, but we didn't know whether it had been an accident or not; The group started to fall apart then, because a lot of the others liked him and were angry at Spider, even though Spider insisted his death was accidental. Nettle had a brother, Rabbit, who was a bit younger than me while I was there, but he was my friend and I trusted him - he got into some trouble with twolegs and their dog when he was a kit, and he lost his tail so he just had a weird, fuzzy stump. He was really kind and liked to tell jokes all the time, but he fell out with Nettle a lot because she was harsh on some of the other group members when they slacked off or did something she didn't like; Nettle was really serious, too, so she hated his jokes. He got into a fight with one of the older toms, this cat called Oscar. Oscar was a piece of fox-dung, he had this obsession with one of the queens who'd just given birth to her mate's kits, and Rabbit stood between him and her when he got angry at her. He attacked Rabbit and knocked him down, and went for the queen, so Hound stepped in." She didn't recall the queen's name, but she had been a very pretty tortoiseshell cat, and had been kind to her and her sisters when they'd been very little. "Hound was this really big cat - like, the size of a dog - and he was really intimidating. He used to fight the street dogs for fun when he'd lived in the twolegplace, and lost his eye when he was younger. He didn't speak much at all, but Nettle told me about him when we went hunting one time. He just...stepped in front of Rabbit and the queen and her kits, and he picked Oscar up by the throat with his teeth, then the next thing any of us knew Oscar was on the ground and he wasn't moving and there was blood everywhere. It was...scary," she admitted. She curled her tail tighter around her paws, keeping her gaze fixed on the ground for a few moments before she worked up the courage to look Robinsong in the eye, anxious to see her reaction to Waspwing's tale.
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Post by owlspots on Apr 30, 2019 7:30:55 GMT -5
Snowclaw recoiled at Twistedpaw's words, his ears flattening to his head as he opened his mouth to speak in Frostflower's defense. However, he decided against it and clamped his jaws shut, exhaling harshly through his nostrils. "Frostflower is scared," he mewed lowly, avoiding eye contact with either of his companions, "she's still young, and does not understand what makes a good leader other than strength. Informing her would put the plan and the lives of those who wish to leave at risk, so I shall refrain from doing so. But you must understand that she's the only family I have left, and if she remains then so do I. Fogstar was a dear friend to me, but I cannot follow him if that means leaving my family behind." The way Gingerstripe spoke about Frostflower made the fur on the back of his neck bristle, but he understood that the ginger tom was doing his best to diffuse the situation. "Do you know when Dappleleaf and the patrol that Ashpelt brought with him will be ready to sneak Twistedpaw across the river?"
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Post by smokey on Apr 30, 2019 7:38:56 GMT -5
Robinsong stared at Waspwing as she spoke, eyes round with wonder as she absorbed all of the information. Her expression shifted with various emotions as the story went on and, in the end, she was left shocked, picturing vividly the scene the other she-cat described. "Wow, that sounds terrifying," she agreed. "That must've been hard to see. I can't imagine any cat doing that... I can't imagine a cat that big either!" As if suddenly remembering the earlier part of the story, her ears drooped and she bowed her head. "I'm sorry about your father. I'm sure that was hard to handle. I can't imagine how I would have felt if I'd lost my father, especially like that." An image of her father flashed in her mind and she suddenly felt very homesick for her family. "I miss my parents," she murmured, mostly to herself.
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Post by smokey on Apr 30, 2019 7:50:05 GMT -5
Gingerstripe let out a sigh of relief as Snowclaw changed the subject. "Moonhigh, tonight. I don't know how she plans to distract the guards, though. You know how they are." His ears flattened as he thought about his hostile clanmates. Luckily, his mother was mostly left alone since her brother and mate were avid Ravenstar supporters. I'll never understand how my mother ended up with such a vile cat as Fuzzytail, he thought angrily, his tail beginning to fluff up. "We should try to get the youngest cats out first," he continued, smoothing his bushy tail. "Best to get the young blood out as soon as possible, since they'll have worse chances if it comes to a fight." Hopefully it doesn't come to that. Gingerstripe shuddered at the thought. "After the youngest are out, we can focus on Brambleflower, then any warrior who wishes to leave. I think that'll just be me, Hollycloud, and Dappleleaf though."
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Post by owlspots on Apr 30, 2019 8:04:21 GMT -5
Waspwing smiled sadly, her yellow eyes misted as she held eye contact with Robinsong. "He was a good cat, and I hope he's at peace now," she mewed softly, "with my mother." She did not speak for a moment while she cleared her head, taking a deep breath before she could get herself choked up. Her eyes were soft as she leaned a little closer to Robinsong, and her usual barb had left her voice entirely when she spoke again. "Maybe you'll see them again soon, when we get Dappleleaf and Twistedpaw and Brambleflower and everybody else out of CedarClan." She didn't know exactly what had happened to Robinsong's parents, but she did not want to upset the other she-cat by poking her about it; she would let Robinsong explain if that was what she wished to do. "We'll get rid of Ravenstar and rescue Ashpelt's family, and everything will be okay."
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Post by owlspots on Apr 30, 2019 8:14:24 GMT -5
Snowclaw frowned, furrowing his brow thoughtfully. "I think I might be able to distract the guards for you, I just need time and a little bit of help from both the outside and the inside," he mewed. He could perhaps 'return' to camp after a night-time patrol, which is where the other cat would come in for credibility, and inform the camp guards that they had seen a strange cat and encountered unfamiliar scents in the woods close to the camp, but begin to lead them in the opposite direction of where Dappleleaf and Twistedpaw would be meeting with Ashpelt's patrol. If they did not leave the camp, he would have to resort to arguing with them loudly until Dappleleaf got Twistedpaw out "I'll need the help of one of Ashpelt's patrol, but a cat that the guards would not recognise the scent of, and I need to talk to Kitepaw."
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 30, 2019 8:23:53 GMT -5
Twistedpaw looked to Snowclaw then Gingerstripe. "He had three cats with them, all she-cats. Maybe one of them would be willing to help?" He was speaking through the daisy now, his words a bit muffled and he tried to make his voice a bit clearer. He hoped the cats with them were trustworthy enough, they seemed to be based on the short interaction he had shared with them. He quickly chewed up the daisy into a soft paste and put it on his leg, before sheepishly speaking again. "Sorry I haven't talked too much, I really wanted to get something for my leg." He admitted to them
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Post by owlspots on Apr 30, 2019 8:40:43 GMT -5
Snowclaw turned to Twistedpaw, watching as the young tom chewed up the daisy in his mouth. "It's a shame we don't have a medicine cat anymore," he mewed with a sigh, "I don't think Ravenstar understood the consequences of dismissing the only cats in the entire Clan who can properly deal with injuries and kittings, and I'd bet he still doesn't." At Twistedpaw's proposal he hummed in thought, twitching his whiskers. "Three she-cats not from CedarClan originally? Fogstar still has sense, thank StarClan. Where are they staying?" If he went to speak to Ashpelt before he returned to camp, Ravenstar and his guards would likely be none the wiser, and if they asked at all he'd say he'd gone fishing.
(What actually happened to the medicine cat? Were they driven off or killed or something?)
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 30, 2019 8:54:12 GMT -5
{ I want to imagine Ravenstar got angry at warrior ancestors and saw the Med cat as being a direct connection to them. He forced the medicine cat to step down and become practically what Twistedpaw is { kind of a slave in a way to him? A warrior who has to do everything for them}. The medicine cat got fed up one day, due to a mixture of starvation and being a literal punching bag when Ravenstar got mad, so they stood up to him. Threatened to tell the clan he never got his lives and that Fogstar had, and always will be, the rightful leader. Ravenstar didn't like this and probably killed them, dropped their body off far from camp. Told the cats that they ran away because they couldn't stand living in a clan that didn't obey their false ideals. Some cats are probably suspicious about how it went down but there's no physical evidence he killed him besides the body which is long gone now. The whole reason behind a medicine cat is he wants cats to be strong enough to do things on their own and he hates what they stand for, which is a voice of Starclan among the living }
"I believe they are out past the river, a few tree lengths away from it actually. They smell different now but it's still unmistakably their scent." He felt good to be of help to the tom, relaxing a bit now. He still felt bad about what he had said earlier, knowing if someone had that about a cat he cared about he would understandably get upset. "Also..uhm, I'm sorry Snowclaw, about what I said." He looked down to his paws, feeling like a small kit now. He was old enough to be a warrior by now but he still acted like a kit, maybe Ravenstar was right about him never being warrior material.
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Post by owlspots on Apr 30, 2019 10:34:30 GMT -5
(That's so twisted I love it)
Snowclaw nodded slowly. "I'll take a look, and I'll speak to Ashpelt when I get there," he decided, drawing himself up with a sigh. He was about to head off into the trees, dipping his head in a goodbye to Gingerstripe and Twistedpaw when he heard Twistedpaw speak up again, and of all the things he might've expected, an apology wasn't at the forefront of his mind. "Twistedpaw..." he began, his voice softening, "It's alright, I understand. Frostflower is my daughter, but she is blind to Ravenstar's wrongdoings and I wish it didn't have to be so. But thank you." He offered the young tom a warm, fatherly smile, gently nudging him with his shoulder. "We'll get you away from here tonight, Twistedpaw. Fogstar will make you a warrior, no doubt about it."
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 30, 2019 16:59:39 GMT -5
Twistedpaw looked down in embarrassment, feeling heat wash over him at the mention of getting his warrior name. He had wanted it so long but now it seemed next to impossible, was there finally a chance? He nodded to Snowclaw and turned to Gingerstripe now, wondering if they should go back to camp or actually hunt. He had got what he came out here for, though it might be best to stay out a bit longer till he could remove the paste on his leg. "We should head back later, I want to stay out here longer." He didn't want to admit he was scared of how Ravenstar might act seeing him use herbs.
{I like the idea of Ravenstar being like a genuine bad guy but he's so good with words others don't question him besides, of course, the few who see him for what he really is.}
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Post by Protractor on Apr 30, 2019 17:38:34 GMT -5
(Oh!I could bring Sprucemask into this rp and have him know it as well but he's so crazy no one believes him and whoever does is also called crazy for believing him
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 30, 2019 17:40:49 GMT -5
{Eh, I like the idea of no one knowing. If he did know, crazy or not, Ravenstar would for a fact kill him. He took a risk with keeping the medicine cat and I don't think he'd take it again. }
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Post by Protractor on Apr 30, 2019 17:45:15 GMT -5
(BuT mY sPrUsY bOi.Ok
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 30, 2019 17:48:42 GMT -5
{ You could still have him as a warrior like Waterfur and Brokennose }
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Post by Protractor on Apr 30, 2019 17:50:04 GMT -5
(Ya,I was about to say I was gonna make a form for em anyway lol
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Post by smokey on Apr 30, 2019 18:59:05 GMT -5
"The last place I saw my parents was in the pine forest where I was born," Robinsong recalled. She could vaguely remember her days as a kit in the forest, with her mother desperate to get moving again. Her parents had been determined to get somewhere at the time; she later found out that destination was a twolegplace. "My mother, Mouse, was a good cat, but quick to scare. She wanted to settle down with some twolegs. My father, Blaze, would've never ended up in a twoleg nest if he didn't love her so much." She smiled at the memory. Robinsong's mother was a strange cat and she found herself wondering how she was doing. "Mouse found a home with a twoleg and its kit, and Blaze lives in the forest just outside the twolegplace. Or, at least I think he still does..." The she-cat was starting to truly realize how long it had been since she had seen her parents.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 30, 2019 19:12:23 GMT -5
{I was going to wait until we finished this quest, so there's not too much confusion, you know? If you have a better idea throw it at me! }
Twistedpaw tried to keep up at first, his leg beginning to feel better, but he was still trailing behind him at a bit of a distance. When the older warrior slowed down, the young tom took a deep breath, trying to catch it. After a few heart beats, he opened his mouth slowly to taste the air around him. He knew he would at least need to catch something unless he wanted to end up feeling the claws of a warrior in camp. He couldn't taste anything yet though, as if all the prey in this area had been hunted. Or you're just a bad hunter.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 30, 2019 20:53:10 GMT -5
{Hmm..we could, when do you want to do it? sorry I'm a bit off today. Been a tad hectic Everyone here is out killing cats and I'm just planning Twistedpaw's warrior name bc I won't let this boy die lol}
Twistedpaw scrunched up his nose at the thought of catching prey but proceeded to head that way. He didn't like idea of eating the slimy things, but if it's the best they could catch maybe the clan would be alright with it. He avoided sticks in his way as he walked, focussing on that. "Gingerstripe, I..." He didn't finish, nearly tripping over a thicker stick in his way. He grumbled to himself and began to push it aside in his anger. Once it was gone he didn't even bother to try and carry more conversation, training to hard on each paw step.
{I do have plans though for a few characters, they may not die but I mean }
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 30, 2019 21:45:08 GMT -5
{Sounds good to me! Sorry lost wi-fi for a sec. }
"I can hunt fish better than I can hunt prey on land." He confessed. "Just some days it's easier than others." With Gingerstripe now walking at his pace, he pressed himself against the tom. He was doing it so he could focus more on the area around him and less on the ground beneath. He was listening intently for the sounds of any patrolling cats, still worried they might get caught the day before he makes his escape attempt. He felt a twinge of guilt as he thought about it, only because for a split second he was okay with just him leaving. It's the hunger talking, I love my clan mates. He repeated in his head, trying to make the words still to memory. He did truly care for them, he was just so tired.
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Post by smokey on Apr 30, 2019 22:10:10 GMT -5
(it's all good!)
"Good. Maybe we'll make something of this after all." Gingerstripe stared intently at the shallows in front of him, his muscles relaxing as the sound of the rushing river filled his ears. It was a pleasant change of scenery: there were no starving cats, no scuffles over prey, no mouse-brained father breathing down his neck. For the first time in moons, the ginger tom felt somewhat at ease. He almost missed the shining scales swimming in his direction. Startled, he lashed out a paw and snagged the fish by the tail with a single claw. Gingerstripe flung it out of the water, watching it flop onto the shore a few tail-lengths away. He quickly padded over to it, held it down with one paw, and gave it a swift killing bite. "Well, there's one," he mewed as he returned to his spot.
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