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Post by Voidastral on Feb 23, 2020 20:44:41 GMT -5
Whiteshell - aether"I'm just saying hello. I don't want any fresh-kill either." She looked over to him, voice still even. Her lack of temper could prove quite infuriating to some. Whiteshell wasn't an excitable cat, and most times, her expression was too kind to really read. Even in anger, she stayed together. "Is it a crime to want to sit next to a clanmate and chat for a bit?" Overhead another crack of thunder as it rolled off in the distance. Maybe the rain would reach them tonight, or possibly tomorrow for a short drizzle. A hope that seemed rather foolish at the moment, it was unlikely. Too many times had she heard the roar of thunder these past few moons, yet it'd never reached them. "So, again, good evening Foxpounce. How are you?" She watched the warrior carefully, mainly, it was her aim to read his expression. Past all the anger and grumpy attitude.
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 23, 2020 20:57:22 GMT -5
((I can only see my post if I post something else apparently, forums please
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Post by aether on Feb 23, 2020 21:29:11 GMT -5
Foxpounce ;; Camp ;; Whiteshell ;; Voidastral ;;
Whiteshell's nonchalant nature was something that many cats would consider a virtue - but Foxpounce was not one of those cats. He was rash and hot-headed, snarky and self-conscious. Her nonchalant nature that others may find relaxing was something he found infuriating. His ears flicked dismissively when she calmly explained that she wasn't there to eat, but was just there to sit with a clanmate. "It's no crime, but it sure is annoying," he grumbled to himself. He couldn't say much more before the thunder crackled in the sky. He flinched, and his fur began to bristle. He was a brave warrior, but the elements was something he feared. Storms especially made his skin crawl, and he shifted uncomfortably as the rumbling in the sky eased.
"I'm fine!" He snapped, becoming agitated. It wasn't so much her presence, but it was the weather. And his tail, which still stung as though it had been stung by a bee. He flattened his ears on his head and looked away, narrowing his eyes as the sky rumbled once more - softer this time. "And I suppose I should ask how you are doing, hm?" He muttered.
[ yeah the forums have been doing that lately! it's annoying o.o ]
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Post by Weaselstar on Feb 23, 2020 21:37:05 GMT -5
Just got home from Colorado. Good to be home YAY)
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 23, 2020 21:43:19 GMT -5
Whiteshell - aetherShe listened to the storm rumble off in the distance. "You don't seem nor sound fine, Foxpounce." She paused, "And if it's so annoying then why haven't you gotten up and left yet?" That was an honest question, though maybe she was messing with him just a bit. The she-cat shifted. It wasn't the storm that made her uncomfortable by any means, just what it brought with it in terms of possible disasters. The endless terrible scenarios among one good one. It was admittedly frightening to think about. A frown pulled a bit at her face, not much though. "You don't have to ask how I'm doing, but it is polite to do. Not that you care, I'm going to guess."
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Post by Weaselstar on Feb 23, 2020 21:49:41 GMT -5
Weaselpaw
Weaselpaw froze as he heard the thunder strike but calmed down when he realized what it was. “Yes, but I think it was just thunder. Rain is coming shortly.” he mewed.
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Post by aether on Feb 23, 2020 23:00:04 GMT -5
Foxpounce ;; Camp ;; Whiteshell ;; Voidastral ;;
Foxpounce rested his chin on his paws and stared out over the camp, his amber eyes glinting, and his ears flicking in annoyance. Why didn't he move? Well... it wasn't often he got company, and when he did, it was unfamiliar but nice. He didn't know how to act, didn't know what to say, and his defensive barrier went up that screamed 'go away'. That is why very few cats approached the tom, and why whenever he was sent on patrol the others would grit their teeth to avoid complaining they would have to go with him. Whiteshell spoke calmly and honestly, no sign of mockery or indignation in her tone or physique. Yet, Foxpounce was giving his usual distant replies. "I don't want to get up because I was here first!" His reasoning was like a stubborn apprentice, and he was well aware.
"I don't particularly care, no." he went on pointedly, "but I should ask so... just tell me how you're doing!" He finished snappily. Having a proper conversation with the young tom seemed like an uphill battle that many cats avoided entirely - but it was not impossible.
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Feb 24, 2020 1:02:50 GMT -5
Bettastrike - Warrior aether 's Sedgetail
Azure orbs glided in their sockets to gaze down upon the calico she-cat in his peripherals. She returned his touch—her tightened muscles melting beneath her tender flesh and returning to their original, welcomed state of relaxation. A small smile irked at his lips when he peered at the dame, aware that her silence and lack of movement was a response that she was giving into his touch. Although the tom's personality consisted of tranquility, the russet brute was easily embarrassed. Koipaw often pointed out to him how other females were after him because he was a charmer, but he begged to differ. The physician never dropped it though, and Bettastrike continued to prove her wrong—especially due to the constant flirting he received, which caused great amounts of blood rushing to his face. He still remained clueless to the flirting—not always did he catch on, but sometimes he knew and brushed it off anyway. Overall, he was difficult, but when it came to Sedgetail—he felt himself relax around her. Of course he continued to be uptight, but not as much as he was around others.
His eyes never left the attractive face of his sister's best friend, and when she spoke, his crown directed itself toward her own. The feelings Sedgetail felt towards Koipaw struck Bettastrike with happiness—if he were ever to pass, Koipaw would always have someone by her side, whether it be her friends or their aunt. He was glad that his kin had someone else to rely to when he wasn't available— someone like Sedgetail, or Snowpaw. He had to admit, he was a bit jealous that his sib had more friends than him—but he still knew he could rely on friends. Besides, he got along with most of his clanmates. A nod came from the tom. Fleapaw was a tad strange—her anger was something he could relate to—since he had so much built up aggressiveness as a juvenile, but she took it to the extreme. Bettastrike hoped that she could clear up her act soon and make amends with Koipaw, since the only person in the wrong was Fleapaw. Perhaps if she opened her ears and listened to everything instead of selectively listening, she would be in a better position. But now that Applestar was completely aware of the hairless molly, Bettastrike felt much more relaxed that it was a possibility she wouldn't be deemed warrior if she continued this irresponsible behavior. "Yeah...I'm positive it would've continued if I didn't step in. I mean, she didn't listen at first but when she insulted Koko, I had enough."
To Sedgetail's story, the tom blinked slowly. His thoughts ran over numerous topics that his sister and the calico could talk about other than the medicine cat den—but perhaps what the elegant molly pressed against him was telling the truth. The discovery of another reason was unfounded and instead, abandoned by it's instigator, who instead, replied with a curt nod and his gentle, yet deep vocals emitted from his maw. "Ah, yes. I noticed that too. A lot of cats going in and out of there. I feel bad for Gingerlily as well." A small chuckle came from the tom, but he shook his head, dismissing the sympathy he had for both medics. The job must've been extremely stressful—with at least a quarter of the clan coming to you every day for any sort of medical remedy. He admired both, Koko and Gingerlily for that.
The warm sandpaper-textured muscle that pressed against his muzzle brought him back into reality, and he stared in complete bewilderment. Bettastrike's face flushed beneath it's soft layer of velvet tufts, and just as his jaws separated, the feathery-furred feline cried out that StarClan had heard their prayers before bounding forward and span under the droplets that multiplied by the second. The tabby watched in awe as her true beauty was exposed beneath the moonlight and the rain that fell onto both their flanks. The way she threw her cranium back and elegantly placed her paws against their dry earth that was swallowing the rain whole made something spark in Bettastrike. His throat vibrated with a low purr—eyes filled with warmth and adoration as she stood beautifully beneath the hazed sky. With bold adrenaline and internal encouragement, Bettastrike made his way out into the rain with her, and instead, bounded around the she-cat like a promenade. His paws were cautiously placed against the territory's foundation, which led him in front of Sedgetail. He managed to look at at the beauty—his nose grazing hers—before he felt enough boldness to nudge his cranium forward so that their noses were gently pressed against each other. For a second, he felt the old him return, but he was broken from his bliss by the low crackle of thunder and the sound of rain hitting the floor at a higher velocity—with it's speed improving and the strength of the impact onto the parched dirt increased. Despite his feelings, Bettastrike knew it was best to let his emotions out at a moment like so—it was almost perfect—and it could prove that his feelings—which were still rather weak in his opinion, but strong enough to act on them—would intensify when morning came. For once, Bettastrike could find himself with someone he actually felt close enough with to learn to love—after all, Bettastrike had a crush on Sedgetail—instead, feeling an empty pit in his stomach when he thought of the word love. Used for family, Bettastrike accepted it with no doubt, but when used romantically?—The tom was rather afraid to waste such sacred words on an interest. But he was hoping he could learn to love her—eventually. He was strongly attached and attracted to her bold personality—as if he was incapable of being reckless once again.
Perhaps today is the day I can finally move forward... He thought to himself. With a positive conscious, Bettastrike's face flushed once again, but steadied his demeanor. "Sedgetail...." His darker pitch piped up, rather harmonious despite being a strong male, it was as if his voice represented his masculinity and nobility. His sapphire spheres began to swivel in an opposite direction—his attempt to avoid the embarrassment creeping up his spine. However, he felt as if it was best if he battled his fears of rejection—so they darted back to gaze into the enchantress's suns. "Sedgetail—I wanted to te..." His voice was overpowered by the bass drumming of thunder—which drowned out his words rather tragically. His ears twitched, and before he could attempt to tell the molly once again, crackling of lightning as it struck down nearby. The tom jumped at the sight, unprepared for the bolt of light to reach down uncomfortably close to their camp.
His initial thought made him pull away from Sedgetail—that StarClan had blessed them with this rain— but did not approve of him and the beauty that stood before him. Worry stirred inside of his bosom as well as the sulking glide that his heart preformed. Perhaps they weren't mean to be? Or was it the growing worry that made Bettastrike so suddenly doubtful? The warrior's attention then shifted over to the firebolt's appearance—which was extremely concerning. It's location was too close to camp and it was too low to the ground than typically lightning rods go. His ears twitched before his skull turned to the direction of camp—where his orbs flicked over the area for any sign of danger—and when his eyes caught sight of a small glow, they narrowed on the sudden sight.
"Sedge... is that..." His voice trailed off and he moved closer—his perfect vision was tainted by the droplets that fell in front of his orbs and made it even more difficult to focus on the area he was gazing at. Bettastrike moved forward, and before he knew it, a flame slowly appeared into his sight—only for it to continue to grow brighter and hiss when a raindrop landed on top of it. His eyes widened in fear before turning to his companion for a quick second—his countenance screaming numerous emotions at once. He motioned with his drenched tailtip to follow, and immediately, the male sharply stood up before bounding over to camp as fast as he could. While making his way towards their home, he watched as the flames spread to the neighboring plants—stinging at every inch of water it received. Speeding up, he pitch began to increase—hopeful—begging StarClan for any comrade to pick up his voice when the clouds were gasping and silence filled the air and the only noise left were the loud raindrops beating the floor. His warnings continued every time the loud rumbling and crackling was paused. "Fire! There's a fire! Get out of there!"
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Feb 24, 2020 1:03:36 GMT -5
Umberlake - Warrior Feathertalon 's Hareleap
When the reassuring words escaped Hareleap's maw, Umberlake felt a sense of security engulf the chocolate male. It was always so kind of Hareleap to be so accepting and protective of anyone—despite what their actions or background was. The stance that the tabby tom took even make Umberlake's lips tug upwards, offering the male an amused smirk, but his face was overwhelmed with warmth from his embarrassment. He gently pressed his crown against his superior's—meant to be more affectionate than rough, but he was sure the tan athlete knew that these were baby steps for Umberlake. Still, he mumbled an apology for practically butting Hareleap's cranium with too much force and gently ran his sandpaper muscle against the area the flustered tom had made contact with.
The way Hareleap had made the cold tom feel was beyond his imagination— something completely out of character for Umberlake—and he was beginning to like it. The way his heart was constantly fluttering or how he always found himself stuttering or shying at Hareleap's words only strengthened his faith of their newly romantic relationship. Their bond before was rather... strange to most, but to Umberlake, it was a sign of Hareleap's acceptance and kindness—and that was what attracted Umberlake the most. Of course, this wouldn't change the demeanor he gave to others. Perhaps he would be a bit more understanding, but his cold personality would never entirely change towards the familiar faces of their clanmates—other than Hareleap—who was slowly stealing his heart every minute they spent together.
The sight of rain clouds was extremely relieving for Umberlake—knowing that everyone else would soon stop stealing his unique thunder and go back to the way they used to be—anything but cranky and hungry. Of course, the most infamous cats in the clan with such behavior was Antpaw and Fleapaw, but Umberlake expected something better out of the two eventually. Antpaw seemed to be the most similar to Umberlake, however. Fleapaw seemed... depressed—while Antpaw was a ball of anger. It was amusing, to say the least. However, with the typical happy felines slowly snapping at each other, Umberlake was growing... slightly uncomfortable. With rain coming in, it should revive their territory and bring back fresh and healthier herbs and plant life—along with prey.
As the thunder continued to announce itself arriving closer to the two slender males, Umberlake nodded rather eagerly. His almond eyes narrowed at the gray clouds in the sky, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He was glad to see that they were blessed with water, and the clan would be excited to hear the news if they haven't noticed already. His ears perked to Hareleap's gentle and tease-filled vocals, but Umberlake grinned. "Oh c'mon now. A little bit a rain isn't going to hurt anybody." And just as he spoke, droplets began to poor down onto his flank. It was coincidental, sure, but instead of questioning it, the brown-furred feline turned away rather playfully. It was out of character for the tom to be so bubbly, but when their problems were coming to an end and you were finally beginning to feel some sort of emotion other than sadness and anger—you're going to enjoy the moment.
The male began to dance in the rain—spinning and hopping around—letting the rain kiss his pelt as he began to grow wet. It wasn't every day they would receive something as good as rain in a drought. He stopped and his cranium turned to Hareleap as thunder and lightning clapped above his head. "Come join me Hareleap..." He called out gently—his typical rough voice now soft with relaxation and pure happiness. Then, he continued to tap his large paws against their dry land, which was greedily swallowing up the water as it reached the cracked earth— and continued to celebrate beneath the clear beads.
Eventually, his high of contentment climaxed as he walked over to hide his drenched physique under some trees, taking less impact by the droplets under the leaves rather than in the open. Lightning and thunder struck again, and Umberlake began to shiver by the sudden change in temperature. He nodded his head, deciding it would be best to head back home and silently enjoy this moment with his comrades back in their tunnels. The male began his journey back, staying close to Hareleap when his ears perked to the faint yelling of a distinct voice. "Do you hear that?" He questioned, looking around for the source. He couldn't entirely make out the words, but he knew it sounded urgent.
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Holiday craze. Replies wont be coming for a while sorry!
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Post by brambleflight on Feb 24, 2020 1:21:08 GMT -5
Mothflight - Camp - w/ aether 's StormfrostMothflight turned her head to look over at the tom as he stepped towards her. Though the words hadn't been meant for anyone, she didn't mind her clanmate jumping in on the conversation. His voice was smooth and calming but his words lacked optimism. The large tabby let out a soft sigh, feeling her excitement quickly die down as Stormfrost pointed out that the rain was still scarce. "I suppose you're right." she sighed, moving to take a seat as she peered out of the camp entrance besides the gray tom. Wrapping her bushy tail around her paws, a frown crossed her muzzle as she thought more about StarClan. "But perhaps this is just the beginning of many storms and more rain is on the horizon." she mewed with dwindling hope.
Almost on cue, a sharp crackle of lightning lit the sky and thunder filled her ears. She jumped slightly at the loud sound and shifted her paws uneasily before turning to look over at Stormfrost. "Although I hope the storms are more rain than thunder... All these booms and flashes of light are setting me on edge." she meowed, turning her attention away from the storm outside the camp.
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Post by Tamarisk on Feb 24, 2020 1:25:47 GMT -5
[ASTERLOG]aether EchopawA furry blur of grey and white suddenly dashed into the den and ricocheted from wall to wall excitedly, followed by loud, joyous laughter. The scruffy tom, Asterlog, exclaimed to everyone present, “Why are you all moping about underground?! Didn’t you hear that?? THUNDER!! The clouds should cry after their argument is done!!”
Asterlog often spoke strangely. It wasn’t clear whether he had a unique perspective or his perceptions were simply out of sync with reality. His chaotic, celebratory sprint around the den soon slowed down enough to notice Jackdawheart and the rabbit he was chewing on. “Hey, friend!” the tom called to him, “That looks appetizing, would you mind sharing?”
Then Aster noticed Ravenshade, and he immediately froze in place and straightened his posture. “H—hey, Ravenshade!” he laughed awkwardly, disheveled tail flicking side to side nervously, “How have you been? Did you hear the clouds arguing?”
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Post by Tamarisk on Feb 24, 2020 2:13:02 GMT -5
[SORRELROOT]
Sorrelroot was so lost in thought that she had not noticed the sound of thunder. Even as the wind carried cold rain drops to spatter her slender, white coat, now soiled with dirt and small twigs from the day’s unsuccessful hunt, the significance did not cross her mind. Her thoughts were preoccupied with concern for Heatherstorm, the growing apprentices, and her own personal shame.
A flash of lightning finally wrenched her mind back to the present. The young molly instinctively flinched and crouched low, attempting to press her body down between a patch of short, brittle shrubs. Fear rippled through her small body like ice water. Then a louder, ominous roar echoed from above and left her tharn. “H…Heatherstorm…” she attempted to call out meekly. It was useless. Her voice was now only a hopeless breath overpowered by the raging altercations of nature. Sorrelroot could feel the electricity dancing in the air and prickling her fur. Raindops compounded into a downpour, completely saturating every inch of her frail form. The tunnels were close by, but running into the open with lightning threatening above was too terrifying. She clung to the ground helplessly and buried her face between her paws.
'Then again, maybe it's better this way,' she thought to herself, 'maybe it would be better if the lightning struck me now.'
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 24, 2020 2:39:34 GMT -5
Hareleap »
For as much excitement as he was feeling right now between becoming official mates with Umberlake and the rain now falling from the sky, Hareleap had to admit he wasn't a fan of getting wet. He was lucky in that his fur was as thin as it was and didn't get half as messy as a thick furred cat's pelt could, but he still wasn't fond of it pressing against his thin frame all tight and restrictive.
But seeing how relaxed and happy Umberlake was really made Hareleap second guess his initial statement of returning to camp. Maybe playing in the rain wouldn't be so bad this time around. Besides, how long had it been since the last rain? And how long had it been since Hareleap had been this happy? Perhaps just this once it wouldn't hurt to get his fur wet.
"Fine, fine," Hareleap chuckled, shaking his head. "But only this once." He shot a pointed look toward his mate, yet there was a playful undertone to it, an obvious sign that told Hareleap wasn't actually angry at Umberlake or even annoyed at him for this. If Hareleap really didn't want to do this then he wouldn't have accepted it in the first place.
As the deputy followed suit with his mate, there was no question as to why his given suffix had been -leap. His long limbs were nimble and graceful with each jump and spin he gave. There was no faltering in his movements, each paw sure of where it was going to be and when it was going to be there. He was light on his feet, almost to the point that it seemed like he was flying over the ground. Hareleap moved with enough grace that even an elegant bird would find it within itself to be jealous. Melodic laughter followed with each twist Hareleap gave. There was joy blossoming forth, radiating through him with a warmth that was comforting even against the rain that was splattering down onto his tabby pelt.
He might have been reluctant to get out in the rain at first, but now Hareleap didn't want to leave it. Already soaked to the bone, he didn't see why he had to leave now. Even as the storm grew stronger and the sky erupted with thunder and lightning, Hareleap would have remained leaping and twirling had it not been for Umberlake heading for cover. Laughter still spilled from his maw as he slipped out of the rain and into the cover of some nearby trees with Umberlake. His body was now shivering from the drop in temperature, but the warmth of pure elation and happiness kept him warm. "That was-"
He never got to finish the statement as a loud crack of thunder rumbled through the sky, jarring Hareleap and causing him to feel the shake even in his very core.
A harsh crackle followed the thunder; Hareleap turned on his paws, looking outward beyond the trees and toward the general direction of camp. He moved just in time to watch as a strike of lightning faded against the sky, but where there should have been a growing darkness was a brightness that Hareleap knew wasn't supposed to be there.
Before he knew his heart dropped into his stomach and he was left with the frightening realization of what was happening.
"Fire," he breathed, the word pulling harshly against his throat. "Fire!" He repeated, this time the word escaping easier. "We need to get back to camp to warn everybody!" The deputy shouted over the rumble of thunder and the roar of the rain.
Without checking to see if Umberlake was following, Hareleap started running back to camp, unaware that Bettastrike and Sedgetail were on their way to warn the Clan already.
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Post by aether on Feb 24, 2020 3:00:55 GMT -5
[ ooooh it's happening! O: I am going to post my replies after dinner. Also, I will post something for Doveheart Feathertalon ]
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 24, 2020 3:16:44 GMT -5
it's happening and alright, no rush! i probably won't be able to get anymore replies out until later tomorrow ;w;
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Post by aether on Feb 24, 2020 4:43:33 GMT -5
Sedgetail ;; Thicket/Camp ;; Bettastrike ;; 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 ;;
This night had proven it was like no other. As Sedgetail bounded and twirled in the rain, with Bettastrike circling around her, she felt as though she could melt into the earth with happiness. He moved with such grace with his lean muscles rippling under his white and ginger pelt which was starting to stick to his flanks. Watching him, Sedgetail gazed with wonder, a purr sounded so loud from her throat that it vibrated in her ears. She hadn't the words to speak because of the emotion that gripped at her windpipes, so all she could do was brush her muzzle against his side. The press of his nose to hers - a movement so tender and sweet - sent electricity through Sedgetail's lithe frame. A shiver ran from her nose to her tail tips, and she let out a sigh that was so soft, and so, so contented.
There was no doubt in Sedgetail's mind. Her feelings moved quickly, but they were honest and true. The calico she-cat had proven time and time again that she was rash, but she never did anything without conviction. Her feelings for Bettastrike was like an ember flying in the sky being fueled by the air around it - drifting and smouldering, but never extinguishing. She'd felt it for the longest time, but now, the ember was alight and burning greater than ever. She closed her eyes, letting her nose take in his comforting scent that was mingling with the scent of rain, and enjoyed the sound of his deep purr. Her opens drifted open and her whiskers twitched as raindrops hung from their ends, her eyes blazed with unspoken emotion, and her ears perked keenly as Bettastrike spoke her name. Her long tail - now flattened by rain - ran along his spine slowly as he started again. Each word came out as though it was slow motion, and the young calico had to strain to hear over the sound of the blood rushing in her ears; her breath caught in her throat. Anticipation made her world freeze.
That is when the thunder boomed overhead, a loud cry from the earth that was a consequence of the deep, grey storm clouds. She pulled back from their close embrace, eyes wide with shock, as the sky flashed as bright as though it was sunhigh in greenleaf. She reeled, then reminded herself that it was lightning - another consequence of the storm - and that lightning had never hurt them before. Her muscles relaxed once more. She pressed back towards Bettastrike, but he had moved himself now, and a short mewl of disappointment caught in her throat; it was quickly interrupted.
Her daffodil coloured gaze landed on the same thing that had made Bettastrike freeze with fear. Her eyes widened with terror and her shoulders hunched as though she could hide from the being that began to grow and smoke, with orange claws that flickered like nothing she'd ever seen. She was motionless for a few moments more, only the sounds of Bettastrike's thudding paws as he raced towards camp woke her, and she followed suit. Her body was so low to the ground that twigs and leaves caught and tangled into her stomach fur, but she was unaware. Fear flooded every sense and she was only able to follow Bettastrike a fox-length ahead of her - his white and ginger coat stuck out in the darkness and guided her.
Somewhere along the way, a sharp stone ripped at her pawpad, but she didn't falter. Her adrenaline outweighed the pain, and as she raced with the speed of LeopardClan, she prayed to StarClan to save her clan. Nearing the tunnel that presented them with home, she felt relief, but it was short lived. The hiss and crackles of the fire burned closer and she whipped around momentarily to stare at its fearless orange talons, grasping and destroying everything in its path - leaving nothing but blackened destruction.
"B-Bettastrike! We have to get everyone out!" She wasn't sure the tom would be able to hear her yowl over all the other sounds - the hiss, the patter, the blood in one's ears, the groans of the trees which had already been swallowed. She turned back and threw herself down the tunnel, following Bettastrike. The blood from her paw smudged into the dirt and mud of the camp floor, but she remained none the wiser of the stinging pain. With Bettastrike's yowls sounding, she savored her breath, and sprinted towards the medicine cats den to find Koipaw. Briefly, she thanked StarClan that there were no kits in the nursery to protect, most cats were fit, but the elders would need assistance.
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Post by aether on Feb 24, 2020 4:59:13 GMT -5
Doveheart ;; Medicine Cat Den ;; Batwhisker ;; Feathertalon ;;
Doveheart had drifted in and out of sleep with the assistance of the poppy seeds that Gingerlily had given her. She remembered Flurrywing fussing over her, and she was glad that her sister had groomed her fur - a task that seemed too great for Doveheart to tackle herself. It was the thundering crash overhead that disturbed Doveheart - it made her whole body flinch, and she instinctively went to scramble to her paws, only to hiss in pain as she crashed back onto her side. Her hind leg was in no condition to support her weight and her movements had only irritated it further. Grunting, she pushed up with her front legs so that she could bend her neck around and graze her tongue gingerly over the wound. The taste of fresh blood danced over her taste buds and she cursed herself silently.
Glancing over to her injured comrade, Doveheart meowed, "There is a storm.. perhaps it brings rain?" Her green-yellow gaze narrowed thoughtfully. From outside the den, she could hear the gentle murmurs of excited clanmates and she smiled gently. Rain had come - finally. She pushed herself up further and half-dragged, half limped to Batwhisker a tail length away, so that could give her raven black coat a sniff. After returning to camp she'd not spoken to her clanmate - but she wanted to converse with him most of all. Without him she wouldn't not be there now to tell the tale, she owed him everything. "Batwhisker, are you okay?" More thunder crashed overhead but this time she did not flinch.
Her concern for her friend was admirable, especially as blood was slowly trickling from her leg again. But there was little time to think about it before yowls were sounding from the camp. Confusion flickered across her face and her ears swiveled to take in the words. "What... what in StarClan are they saying?" Their voices were so rushed and breathless, from the distance on the other side of camp, that she could hardly make out their words. Was that... fire?
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Post by aether on Feb 24, 2020 5:10:22 GMT -5
Stormfrost ;; Camp ;; Mothflight ;; brambleflight ;;
Momentarily, Stormfrost felt a rush of guilt as he watched the bright, optimistic light fade from Mothflight's eyes. He dug his long, curved claws into the dirt below as he worked his brain to think of the next best thing to say. He'd never been much of a conversationalist, but he was not rude nor inconsiderate. At the sound of her sigh, he glanced nervously at his paws - an interesting sight, seeing the great grey tom appear as small as a kit - and he replied. "I hope it means that start of something good," he offered, though his tone wasn't totally convincing. Settling himself beside the she-cat, he tucked his paws under his front and followed her gaze to the camp entrance. It had been so long without water that they were all suffering, so he felt bad to have evaporated her spirits.
The thunder crashed again, but Stormfrost remained still - unafraid of the sudden and loud sounds. He could sense the unease of Mothflight and he looked at her with kind yellow eyes, "Yes, but remember, the sounds of the sky can do us no harm." He hoped he could calm her nerves. The ground vibrated gently, the same sensation as paws thudding onto the earth, and his head edged up when Bettastrike - and a moment later Sedgetail - burst through the tunnel. It was a moment before he was able to comprehend what they were saying. Are they saying... fire?
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Post by aether on Feb 24, 2020 5:12:59 GMT -5
[ Aighty! This shall be fun. I'll be on tomorrow after work, but no doubt I'll pop in at some point in the morning. ]
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Feb 24, 2020 9:15:59 GMT -5
✦ Territory ✦ Voidastral 's Coarsepetal , ☾ѕησσzє☽ 's Whorlbreeze , && Tamarisk 's Tamarisksway ✦ "I don't know how I'm going to win. I just know I'm not going to lose."
Picking up his head from the warmth of stone, Sunwasp felt his hackles rise in prickly fashion along his spine, a warning almost described as a sixth sense and giving him the striking look of a wasp. In his countenance lay a cold calm as he swept the area with a piercing regard and a keen nose. Nothing. Then, everything.
Lightning ripped apart the sky in tendrils of white fire. What followed he couldn’t hear, but rattled against his bones. His ears twitched to meet with the violent vibrations of thunder.
But something was wrong. Warning sung in his heart and opened his mind to an alerted poise. His suspicions confirmed a few moments later. Wind beat against his face, bringing with it the bitter scent of smoke. Adrenaline pumped through his blood, energizing his body past mere vigor. He sprang to his paws, quickly gauging where the flames had started. From his elevated placement, his gaze allowed to pinpoint the exact spot—just beyond the Thicket and spreading quickly. Just then, a panicked duo ran past, faces twisted in fear. Their lips warned of a disaster of fire, further confirming what he had already seen. Then off they went, no doubt to warn camp.
Instead of springing in pursuit, he stamped his paws against the stone, snarling a vicious: “Fire. Follow me.” His first word all day, loud and clear, as rumbling as the thunder he could not hear. He pointed to Tamarisksway, then to Coarsepetal.
“Tail,” he ordered in a throaty growl, indicating the retired healer shepherd the blind elder. Meanwhile, the tom would lead them through the safest route he could mentally conjure. Already the smoke had thickened. The fire was on its way, and quickly. He leapt from stone and onto land, beckoning a tail and a growl to follow. Just then, a blur of calico fur slipped past his side, hurtling into the undergrowth. He gave a hiss of warning, but Koipaw had already vanished. Something in him wanted to follow, but he couldn’t comprise the safety of the elders for an uncharacteristically foolhardy apprentice.
He started off, opposite to the medic and away from the wildfire, but not without waiting for the elders to follow.
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 24, 2020 9:25:49 GMT -5
Whiteshell - aetherThe cream-white warrior nodded. Seemed like an excuse, or if Foxpounce really wouldn't move then she guessed they were both here together. Because, Whiteshell certainly had no intention of going somewhere. The she-cat smiled and nodded again, listening to his sentence die off before she spoke. "I'm doing fine right now. The idea of a possible storm makes me tense but it's nothing enough to ruin a good mood." Her attention turned from Foxpounce to the entrance of camp. Something just felt off, but maybe it was the sound of rain, or just the likely chance of it. It'd certainly been a long time.
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brambleflight
Holiday craze. Replies wont be coming for a while sorry!
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Post by brambleflight on Feb 24, 2020 11:15:19 GMT -5
Mothflight - Camp - w/ aether 's Stormfrost Mothflight glanced over at Stormfrost as the tom admitted to hoping it would begin something good. It was clear to her that he didn't completely believe his own words but the large tabby didn't let that bother her. As he gave a kind reminder that the sounds could do them no harm, the molly nodded her head in acknowledgement. Though the loud claps bothered her, she was aware that no harm would come to her from them. Or at least, so she thought. The sudden appearance of Bettastrike and Sedgetail made the she-cat jump slightly. Having been caught off guard, the first thing she could assume was that the pair had raced to get out of the bad weather. However, their words finally reached her ears and her eyes widened in alarm. Fire. They're saying fire. The orange molly jumped to her paws, her fur bristling in alarm and making her look bigger than she already was.
"There's a fire?!" she exclaimed fearfully. The sounds of the storm may not do them harm but the fire would consume them whole. And the worst part was that the small amount of rain likely wouldn't put it out anytime soon. "We need to get everyone out of here!" she said, turning on her paws to begin a rush towards the warrior's den, the closest den, to alert whoever already hadn't heard the warning coming from the two warriors that had bursted into camp.
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Feb 24, 2020 12:30:37 GMT -5
✦ Territory/Camp ✦ 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 's Bettastrike ✦ "It is my pleasure."
Her mouth parted to again ask her inquiry, momentarily caught under the impression that the retired healer had missed it entirely. However, fierce rumbles overhead snagged her attention away from the elder, before the heavens above opened up to gush full of-
“Rain!” Koipaw gasped, delighted. Similar to her prefix, the she-cat adored water, whether from the sky or rivers. She pranced and skipped through the StarClan blessed droplets, not unlike that of a newborn foal.
But, as quickly as her glee had started, it abruptly ended with a blinding flash, enveloping the land and shattered through the sky in white tendrils, reflecting off her golden irises in electric hues. A loud roar rumbled almost immediately after, flooding her ears in a violent resonance that rattled through her skull and momentarily unsteadied her balance.
She’d experienced thunder before, but the sound had been enough to send a fresh wave of caution through her small figure: heart fluttering at a tempo faster than usual and her legs wishing to buckle. Her hackles rose slightly, for with the noise came something that didn’t quite sit right with her—almost as if StarClan were whispering words of warning through the howling wind, buffeting her face with dust and- Smoke?
Wide-eyed, she noticed Sunwasp pick up his body from the stone, eyes fixated on something she could smell, but couldn’t see. Then he turned and issued a warning, freezing Koipaw’s blood in dread. His words were echoed by two hurtling forms, both shrieking the same warning: fire, fire! She drew a shaky breath, recognizing that voice from anywhere. Without thought, she bolted in pursuit, ignoring the hiss that the deaf warrior gave after her.
“Bettastrike!” she called out desperately, clawing her way through slippery terrain and strewn-over leaves. Rain battered her face in stinging beads, drenching her coat to stick heavily to her sides, but still she forced herself onward. Koipaw erupted from the undergrowth to spot her brother’s distinct coat, but in her haste, she barely had time to stop and tumbled into him. She regained balance and backed up, gold eyes as wide as moons. She foggily saw Sedgetail at the edge of her vision, heading toward the medicine cat den's, but the apprentice’s mind was too disorganized to check for sure.
“Bettastrike, wh-what’s going on? I smelled smoke and everyone is yelling about a fire and I can’t loose you too, I can’t loose you like I lost mom and dad. I can’t. I won’t. Take me with you.”
Her words came out messy, fast, and choked, but she knew her brother. She knew he’d make sure every single soul had left camp—and it didn’t matter if he burned up with it. She knew he’d die for his Clan if it meant someone else would get to live. And instead of selfishly convincing him against it, here Koipaw was, imploring her beloved sibling to let her come, to let her help. Because if Bettastrike was going to risk his life to a wildfire, then she would too. Together, as one.
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Feb 24, 2020 14:34:07 GMT -5
aether - - { Super sorry I'm taking a while on Bramble's post! A reply will be up hopefully by tonight! }
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Post by aether on Feb 24, 2020 14:36:39 GMT -5
[ no stress ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע! I am at work now so won't be able to reply for at least 8 hours xD ]
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Post by mizzoctavia on Feb 24, 2020 14:58:51 GMT -5
(Hi, sorry to ruin the party but I am gonna have to leave this thread since I am in too many clans already and replying is pretty stressful, especially when I don't have much time already due to studying. So I guess we could just say that all of my cats apart of this clan died/will die from the fire that's happening now? Once again, I am truly sorry and hopefully I will be able to join back once school is over.)
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Post by Weaselstar on Feb 24, 2020 15:17:23 GMT -5
Awww goodbye. ]
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Post by aether on Feb 24, 2020 16:43:50 GMT -5
[ all good mizz! I totally understand. See you around! ☾ѕησσzє☽ oh I'm sorry stuff has happened :C I hope you are okay. No stress about replies - obviously there are more important things! ]
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