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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 15, 2020 15:31:36 GMT -5
Ebonywhisker tried not to stare for too long, but he couldn't help but watch as Sandruffle began instructing Gullpaw. If the apprentice saw him watching he would probably have something to say about it, but he still tried to pick up a little of what the warrior was saying, leaving him to miss the first wave of her tail, but it didn't take long for him to turn back, realizing she was waiting for him to step up.
He awkwardly shuffled over, waving and lowering his tail in apology. "Sorry," He mewed quietly as he drew close to her, though as he kept his mouth open to extend his apology the voice of Honeylight interrupted him and he tensed up a bit. He had just been wondering whether she was going to have a negative reaction to this after he had just conceded to her, but Heatherpool was technically in charge of getting him adjusted here, and he could probably hide behind not having the right to say 'no.'
His ears flicked as Heatherpool deftly responded, and he silently thanked her for turning around what likely would have been a protest from Honeylight. You sure know how to handle her, He thought to himself, unable to ignore just how consistently she had been managing Honeylight's.... I could probably learn quite a bit from you. He turned his head back towards Honeylight as she...emotionlessly wished him a good attempt and he quietly murmured a thanks before turning back to the water.
All thoughts of his family forgotten for the moment, he gazed down at the water. "Okay. How do I do this?" It had to be simple enough, right? Paw it, scratch the fish, it dies, pull it out? Of course, they were fast and slippery. There was a reason only one clan specialized in catching fish. His gaze turned and held on Heatherpool, ready to follow any instruction she could give him. I can't imagine Flamestrike ever lowering himself enough to try fishing. I guess, in a way, I'm...a little better suited to adjusting what I know and do. He wasn't trying to gloss his own pelt, he just recognized in this moment that if Heatherpool were charged with teaching Flamestrike...this treaty might get a little more tricky than it already was.
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 15, 2020 15:57:00 GMT -5
Her words fell heavy on Cedarpelt’s ears, plunging him into thought. Goldenleaf’s talk of reoccurring dreams and interpretations made his head swim. Medicine cats have never been the warrior’s most enjoyed company. Although their position was one of prestige, especially amongst his clanmates back home, he always found it difficult to understand their constant obsession with StarClan’s messages. He had always preferred a more practical approach to problem-solving, where decisions are made based on physical, tangible circumstances. Lofty conjecture about prophecies and visions overwhelmed the more straightforward tom, and perhaps it was this pre-existing bias that fueled his suspicion of his new company.
Frankly, however, Cedarpelt couldn’t quite understand how he – a lone, foreign stranger who would no doubt be considered untrustworthy and dangerous to this clan with whom he had no existing relationship – could be of any assistance. Sure, he believed in the power of his ancestors as much as the next cat, but why would Goldenleaf believe that he could make any shred of difference? It seemed impossible. The russet warrior flicked his tail behind him in a moment of irritation. Time would not allow for spiraling, nor would it allow for the exploration of a strange dream of a strange medicine cat. The goal het set out to achieve was the remain his priority, and the tom urged himself to prioritize that. Wasting his energy trying to save a devastated clan with his own paws was a pointless exercise. HeronClan needed him to focus.
Cedarpelt was shaken out of his stupor when they entered the camp - if one could even call it so. He lifted his gaze, which had been trained on his paws for most of the walk, and took in his surroundings. It was clearly not the clan’s original settlement, evidenced by the sparse coverage and shoddy dens. He glanced at Goldenleaf as she muttered a small welcome before observing the clan more closely. Many of the cats looked downtrodden and weary, characteristic of a clan in recovery. The tom felt a strange pang of homesickness run through his body. The subdued nature of LightClan harkened him back to his own clan, held captive by ruthless forces, deprived of their comforts and freedoms.
The foreign warrior felt his skin crawl as many cats turned his way. Their inquisitive looks bore into him, reminding him that he did not belong amongst them. Before he could process their gazes, the sound of an approaching cat snatched Cedarpelt’s attention. His ears swiveled to find the source, dark eyes following. The commanding nature of the tom was unmistakable. This must be the leader. As cold eyes raked across the russet tom, Cedarpelt bowed his head in a respectful greeting. “My name is Cedarpelt. I'm a warrior from HeronClan,” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. Although the adrenaline from this strange situation still pulsed through him, it was beginning to lose its strength. Exhaustion lurked at the corner of his conscience, hunger pulling at his attention. He forced it down, raising his green gaze to meet the tom before him, preparing to share his plight for the first time. “HeronClan has been taken by a band of rogues. They’ve executed both our leader and our deputy, and are holding the rest of the clan hostage. I come only seeking help.”
{{ I like your vision a lot better. That sounds great to me. I definitely like the idea of the longer journey and the slight betrayal at the end cx
I think it’ll definitely work. Cedarpelt is a little bit gullible and overly optimistic, so I think that plan will work. I would say, just for reference of his personality, Cedarpelt is necessarily the sharpest tool in the shed. He’s not, like, dumb, but he certainly isn’t perceptive. He’s a skilled warrior, but he’s kind of more of a jock, if that makes sense, which is why he doesn’t love the prophecy stuff (he literally doesn’t understand it) lol }}
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Post by komorebi on Apr 16, 2020 4:10:54 GMT -5
Dovepaw - ForestClan Camp - w/ komorebi 's Brightpaw Dovepaw's frown deepened as Brightpaw admitted that the outcome had dampened her day as well. He was about to suggest that she speak with Darkstar or even Webtangle about stepping down from the position but before he could, she carried on with an upbeat attitude. He paused and then gave a small smile. If Brightpaw had accepted it, then he supposed there was no reason to stir up trouble. "Of course! You may be some fancy medicine cat apprentice but you can't escape me!" he laughed.
As he bumped her shoulder, he snickered and nodded his head. "Yeah no thanks." he said scrunching up his nose in an exaggerated fashion. "There's no way I'd want to hang around that den." Dovepaw smirked at his friend teasingly and gave her side a nudge. "I'm sure you'll start smelling like all those sour, nasty herbs that Webtangle uses. But don't worry, I'll still come visit you from a distance." (( hey !! sorry for the delay i’ve been vv busy xc )) Brightpaw giggled, flopping down next to the gray tom, playfully pushing all of her weight onto him. She glanced around camp, not much was happening. It was sunny and quite a nice day. Cricketleap and Gingerfur were planted nearby, sharing a rabbit together. She watched them for a little bit, wondering if she would find a mate and have kits. But she was a medicine cat apprentice. She could never have kits. Brightpaw’s eyes clouded and began to sting with tears, but she quickly shook her head and stopped herself. She glanced up at Dovepaw, making sure to give him a big grin. “What you wanna do?” She asked, playfully batting at his nose with her paws. “Do you wanna go talk to everyone? Maybe check out our — i mean your new den?” She fixed herself, pushing herself to her paws.
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Holiday craze. Replies wont be coming for a while sorry!
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Post by brambleflight on Apr 17, 2020 23:17:16 GMT -5
Heatherpool - Stream - w/ Shadowkit 's Ebonywhisker Heatherpool turned to Ebonywhisker as the former ShadowClan cat inquired about how to fish. She was glad to see he didn't seem as bitter as previously and a small smile formed on her lips. "Right, so, uh, the main rules of fishing are make sure your shadow isn't casted on the water, keep fairly quiet, and be patient." she explained. Despite never mentoring before and being far from used to teaching others, the she-cat did her best to pull from how her mentor had taught her. However, the lack of experience was still evident in the thinly veiled awkwardness of how she spoke.
"So the way to catch a fish is to scoop it out of the water with your paw." she went on turning her head to look back at the stream. "It needs to be fairly close to you and it's key to be fast with delivering a killing bite right away." Her light blue eyes traced over the water, waiting for a sign of movement. A single minnow drifted towards a feeding spot near the stream's edge and Heatherpool slowly rose a paw, trying not to startle it before she striked. "You can watch me first and then give it a try yourself." she whispered to Ebonywhisker.
In the next moment, she focused back on the minnow and lashed her paw out in a swift gesture, scooping the small fish out of the water and onto the ground besides them. Before it had a chance to flop back to the water, she bent down and delivered a quick bite near it's gills, causing it's rapid movements to halt. It was far from an impressive catch. The minnow could barely feed a kit let alone a full grown cat. But at least it had given him a chance to see the motion first paw. "So... any questions so far?" she asked looking back over at Ebonywhisker.
Goldenleaf shuffled her paws as she watched Boulderstar's reaction to Cedarpelt's sudden appearance within their clan. The clan leader was clearly tense and the medicine cat didn't blame him. The large tom had lost a life to the fire and was still recovering. Just like most, he was on edge and he obviously wasn't happy to see that his own cats had brought in a random stranger. As Cedarpelt explained who he was, Boulderstar scoffed at the tom's words.
"Impossible. We are the only clan in this area. I've never even heard whispers about HeronClan." Boulderstar remarked with a distrusting glare at the russet tom.
The medicine cat wasn't as quick to defend the tom as she would have liked to be. The golden she-cat accidentally got caught up in the added information of why Cedarpelt had left HeronClan in the first place. She knew the tom said he had been looking for help but the situation sounded much more dire than she had originally thought. A leaderless clan caught by rogues was concerning to say the least. So when Boulderstar spoke do discredit the foreign warrior, the medicine cat was pulled out of her thoughts, frowning and opening her jaws to defend the tom.
She didn't get the chance to as Soaringwolf jumped at the chance to speak instead. "That's what I thought!" he meowed in agreement with his leader, casting Cedarpelt a narrowed gaze before looking back to Boulderstar. "But Goldenleaf is saying something about having visions of him. We wouldn't have brought him here otherwise."
"That's right. I believe he's telling the truth, Boulderstar." Goldenleaf quickly meowed in confirmation. "I've been having a reoccurring dream that leads me to believe StarClan guided him here for a reason."
Boulderstar paused, falling silent for a brief moment as this new information was shared with him. The leader's tail swayed thoughtfully. He let out a small snort and fixated his gaze onto Flaxwhisker and Soaringwolf. "One of you find Nightgaze and tell her to come to my den immediately." he instructed and then shifted his gaze onto Goldenleaf and Cedarpelt. "And you two come with me... It sounds like there's much to discuss." Without waiting for a reply, the large tom stiffly turned and began to stalk towards his den, expecting the remaining two cats to follow.
(Alright cool cx
Nice lol I figure Boulderstar, being arrogant and growing used to having him as a warrior, may actually offer Cedarpelt a spot as a LightClan warrior right as he betrays him xD I just imagine him being like 'hey sorry about your clan, definitely don't want to get involved in that mess but you're always welcomed to just stay with us' lol )
Dovepaw - forestClan Camp - w/ komorebi 's Brightpaw Dovepaw let out a small breath as Brightpaw flopped down next to him. Regardless of what either of them said or promised, he knew he was still going to miss being able to spend time with her like they had in the nursery. He noticed her turn to look up at him and the tom smiled down at his close friend. The gray tom gave a small laugh as she swatted at his nose before nodding his head.
He tried to ignore the small sting that came with hearing her correct herself. It should have been their den in his opinion but Dovepaw kept that to himself. "Yeah! We can go bug Owlpaw and Blazepaw into showing us around too!" he grinned. The young tom had a knack for bother the other two apprentices, usually pestering them into sharing things about their training and other such information. It was strange to think that the two would now be his denmates. Shaking the thought off, he bounced to his paws and turned towards the apprentice den where the two siblings shared tongues outside. "Let's go!" he grinned before beginning to race off to join the other apprentices..
(No worries ^^ I'm kinda off and on here myself due to life cx )
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 17, 2020 23:44:28 GMT -5
Ebonywhisker quietly remarked that the rules were pretty similar to hunting anything, but obviously, the execution was significantly different. He continued to nod along as she explained they had to bite and kill the fish fast, and he assumed they were just as eager to flop back into the water as a frog was to leap away to safety.
He didn’t say anything about her awkwardness, not wanting to make this any worse for her than it already was. Training a cat from another clan to emylate their specific qualities had to be a challenge, and he could tell she wasn’t that experienced with mentoring at all as she explained the task in the simplest way she knew. Still, her tips were meant to be helpful and he refused to give her any grief, even if he wasn’t sure how a cat just...got a paw under a fish and scooped it out like cobwebs from a hole in a tree.
He watched with interest as she showed him easily how it was done. “Nice job,” he quietly meowed with a small smile towards her. Sure, it was small, but a Riverclan kit was sure to enjoy it, right?
He turned back to the water as she asked him if he had any questions. “Well...” he looked down at the water, beginning to search for fish. “What do I do if my shadow is on the water? I’m willing to learn, but I might draw the line at fighting the sun. I think she’d win,” He tried to joke, wondering if maybe it might help her feel a little less awkward. He wondered if he just needed to start learning more sharply when the sun was where, so he could learn to fish when the sun wouldn’t betray him.
There it was—the fish for him to try catching was heading their way, and he didn’t wait for an answer to his question before he let it grow close and he drew a paw and swiped down at it, trying to scoop it up—instead, his paw struck where it was half a moment before, and all he scooped was cold, nearly leaf-bareish water onto his chest and lower face, causing a sharp mrrow! from the tom that would have been hard for any of the cats to miss.
His ears flattened and his cheeks grew red with hot embarrassment as he tried to play it off like it wasn’t that big a deal, giving his wet chest fur a few rapid licks to cover up where he had splashed himself.
His first mistake though he didn’t know it had been aiming for where the gills were, not where they would be in the time it took his paw to descend. The second, trickier mistake was feeling the pressure of the Riverclan cats around him, especially Honeylight as her words to avoid anything mouse-brained echoed in his head. That one was harder to conquer.
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 18, 2020 16:07:10 GMT -5
When Boulderstar spoke, Cedarpelt let out a small breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Despite the frustration rising in his throat, the russet-colored tom could understand the leader’s suspicions. It seems both HeronClan and LightClan had been isolated for so many generations that the presence of another clan did truly seem impossible. No matter how desperately he wanted to be taken at his word, Cedarpelt wasn’t naïve enough to think that the trust of these cats would be earned effortlessly.
Beyond that, it was evident that Boulderstar and his clan were desperately struggling themselves. Cedarpelt had noticed the burns on the large tom as he approached. The losses LightClan had suffered were not limited to territory and physical comforts – it could be reasonably assumed, from the severity of the burns, that their leader may had suffered himself. Whatever threat the fire posed to their safety, taking the one of the lives from a clan’s leader would doubtlessly rattle an entire clan. Cedarpelt knew this all too well.
The foreign warrior started to answer Boulderstar, only to be cut off by the dark grey tom who had confronted him before. Cedarpelt caught his disdainful look, curling his tail around his paws to keep it from flicking in annoyance. It was becoming increasingly clearer that this warrior could prove to be the biggest obstacle in his path. His desire to please him was growing thin, slowly being replaced by an ugly sense of exasperation. Cedarpelt’s dark green eyes betrayed the slight vexation he felt toward the tom, but quickly melted away as Goldenleaf’s voice floated into his conscious.
The ginger tabby’s ears swiveled towards her, but his eyes stayed on Boulderstar and the two warriors beside him. Once again, the medicine cat had intervened on his benefit. Whatever this vision she kept mentioning revealed to her, Cedarpelt didn’t really mind, as long as it kept saving his pelt. Although he was admittedly curious about the dream’s contents, it mostly mattered to the tom that Goldenleaf’s dedication to it allowed him to move one step further to returning home with help.
Cedarpelt watched as both the dark grey tom and the light-brown she-cat who had escorted him departed to fulfill their orders. His gaze lingered for a few moments, blinking thoughtfully. Whoever this Nightgaze character was, the tom hoped she would be reasonable. But as Boulderstar turned, Cedarpelt snapped out of his stupor. He rose stiffly to his feet, once again shooting a thankful glance over to Goldenleaf.
Cedarpelt padded softly behind the LightClan leader towards his den, giving the camp another curious scan. Queens softly cooed to their kits as they peered nervously at him from behind their mothers, at once excited about and wary of the strange tom’s presence. Warriors, not far from his own age, whispered to one another and regarded him unabashedly, some looking quizzical, others bristling in warning. A small void opened up in the russet warrior’s chest. If he was given an opportunity to join forces with these cats, it would certainly not be an easy task. He drew in a sharp breath, preparing himself for whatever steps may come next.
{{ That sounds good to me. A little conflict is always a good idea. }}
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Post by Sand on Apr 21, 2020 1:10:12 GMT -5
Finchstar - accompanied by Silverstar - - river shore - [brambleflight ] Finchstar was practically drooling over his prey as he impatiently waited for Silverstar. His stomach growled hungrily and, really, all he wanted to do was eat his prey and head to the shelter he had found earlier. Thankfully, he saw Silverstar's muscular, fluffy form heading for the river shore. "It's about time," he grumbled to himself before giving her a sharp nod.
Now that she had finally taken her place and did her little pout, the black and white tom was able to eat. He immediately sunk his teeth into his fresh kill, savoring the taste of the mouse. "We can only hope the prey will run as well as it did here, seeing that we're headed into territory we don't know," he meowed between bites. Both leaders were very lucky to have found a catch of their own.
Though he refused to quarrel with the NightClan leader, Finchstar was awfully curious as to how long they would be stuck together. Any longer than two sunsets and he would be pressed to break the truce. It would be a terrible move on his part, but getting back home was his priority. He didn't want his clan to send out patrols searching for him or possibly, a body, if they assumed he was dead by now. The faster the day would go by, the better off he and Silverstar would be.
Gobbling up what was left of his mouse, the thin tom began grooming his maws by using his claws. Being by the river shore made him shiver slightly due to the cold temperatures that were bound to hit. Hearing Silverstar's meow, he turned towards her and took a few moments to think. "Well, well. Looks like I've beat you there, Silverstar," he meowed, smirking with arrogance. "Not far from where I was hunting in the forest, there is a decent sized den underneath some tree roots and a bush. I'm sure it will be fine for one night. Are you willing to follow me?" image credited to Pixabay - (CC0 license)
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