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Post by komorebi on Apr 10, 2020 21:17:31 GMT -5
( komorebi Sure! Brightpaw and Spottedberry could be related c: That all sounds good! And I think we are too. We can go over more of the direction we want to go with the plot the further we get into it c: right now I figure we can begin a little after the two become apprentices! Especially since Dovepaw's going to be bummed that Brightpaw won't be training with him as a warrior xD)] (( yes that sounds good !! poor Brightpaw lmao shes gonna be miserable without him cx do u wanna make the starter , or should i ? ))
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2020 21:23:05 GMT -5
I really like the name RedClan too!))
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Post by embercurse on Apr 10, 2020 21:27:49 GMT -5
[ ahh, that makes sense ^^ organization is key and all Lets hope there won’t come a day where you’ll have to respond to all fourteen plots at once c’x ] --- Mudstripe
Hearing Peach talk about what it was like as a rogue made Mudstripe realize just how grateful he was that he was born into GrassClan. He loved knowing that he had a whole group of cats by his side should things take a turn for the worst—it was difficult to imagine having to always fend for oneself with no one to have your back. He was curious if it ever got lonely, never being able to trust anybody, but he figured that was too invasive of a question. After all, they were still only in the early stages of a cordial friendship.
“Woah, careful there,” Mudstripe meowed as the she-cat tripped, but it seemed that Peach was easily able to balance herself upright without much help at all. At her words of gratitude the tom felt his fur warm, and he ducked his head down to stare at his paws as they padded along.
He didn’t really know what to say in response—Mudstripe didn’t handle compliments all that well—so he remained silent the rest of the way home.
As the four cats made there way into the GrassClan clearing, Mudstripe’s nose immediately picked up on the smell of fresh kill. His stomach responded with a growl, and the tom saw many of clanmates scattered about munching on their meals. Once the four of them came into view, however, many heads lifted to take in the state of the patrol, and a smaller russet colored feline jumped up to meet them.
“Sunsky! What happened?” The younger cat nuzzled into the deputy’s uninjured shoulder and stared, horrified at the bite mark.
Sunsky purred. “I’m okay Dawnpaw, don’t worry about me.” The tortoiseshell gave Dawnpaw a lick on the head before extracting herself from the scene. “I have to go report to Crowstar.” Mudstripe shot the deputy a pointed look, and the she-cat added, “Then I’ll go see Oatpelt.”
Satisfied, Mudstripe nodded and watched the she-cat cross the clearing, ignoring the curious glances from her clanmates. Dawnpaw quickly rounded on the remaining three cats, a frown on her expression. “What happened out there?”
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brambleflight
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Post by brambleflight on Apr 10, 2020 22:02:30 GMT -5
Dovepaw - ForestClan Camp - w/ komorebi 's Brightpaw A kit always looked forward to becoming an apprentice. And Dovepaw was excited about his new role in the clan. Darkstar had given him Smokestorm as a mentor. While Smokestorm seemed quite standoffish, there had to be some kinda honor in having his mentor be the leader's own brother. It certainly made the fluffy gray tom puff his chest out with pride. He just wished he wouldn't be going into his apprenticeship alone. As the ceremony ended and his clanmates began to disperse, his light blue eyes searched the crowd for the familiar dilute tortie.
It took a moment but he was quick to find Brightpaw amongst the crowd. Jumping to his paws, he bounded over to his friend. "Brightpaw! Brightpaw!" he grinned, emphasizing the -paw now that they were no longer kits. "We're apprentices now! Can you believe it?" His grin faded with his enthusiasm as he looked at his friend. "I just can't believe you're going to be the medicine cat apprentice... I thought you were going to be a warrior." he mewed with small frown.
Peach - GrassClan Camp - w/ embercurse 's Mudstripe Peach side glanced at Mudstripe as the tom suddenly fell silent after her words. Perhaps she had said something wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have spoken as much as I did.. She thought with an inward cringe. Mudstripe may have been acting kind towards her but the tom could still have reservations about her being a former rogue. While he may not be aggressive like Sheepcall, it was possible that the tom was still trying to keep a polite distance. With that in mind, she didn't bother to break the silence and focused on her movements to ensure she didn't stumble again. The last thing she wanted was to turn Mudstripe's politeness into annoyance or dislike like Sheepcall had towards her.
Once they reached the camp, Peach let out a breath of relief. Hobbling around on three legs was difficult work and she was eager to grab some prey and lay down as her other three legs felt a bit of strain from the balance act. She watched as Dawnpaw hurried up to Sunsky, quietly watching the exchange until her gaze began to drift towards the recently filled freshkill pile.
It wasn't able to linger there for long though as Dawnpaw turned her attention onto the three remaining cats. Peach had no intention of answering first. As the newcomer of the clan, it didn't feel like her place to relay a report to the rest of the clan. Though, Sheepcall wouldn't have given her the chance to speak first even if she had wanted to.
"We ran into a coyote at the border and this rogue gave that creature an opening to attack our deputy!" Sheepcall growled loudly, throwing an accusatory look at Peach as he bristled.
Peach's gaze widened slightly at his words before quickly narrowing in frustration. He had been holding his tongue the whole trip back to camp! He's trying to start something in the middle of camp. She realized, feeling the hostile glares of the cats around them on her. If they weren't already looking at the injured patrol, they were now thanks to the loud mouth of Sheepcall. "I did not!" she hissed, pinning her ears back. This wasn't an argument she could remain quiet on, especially with eyes of the clan cats on her. Most of them already thought lowly enough of her. "I fought alongside you!"
"Sunsky instructed us to corner it!" Sheepcall curled his lip at the she-cat. "And what did you do? You lunged at it and gave it the opening it need to attack!"
(I can only hope I never see such a day xD )
(@stitchlover20 Cool! We can use that name c: is there anything else we should go over?)
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Post by embercurse on Apr 10, 2020 22:52:17 GMT -5
--- Mudstripe
Mudstripe figured that Dawnpaw wouldn’t take Sunsky’s response lying down. After all, the deputy was the young cat’s mother, of course she was going to be concerned when the tortoiseshell came back injured. Before Mudstripe could assuage Dawnpaw’s worries, however, Sheepcall’s accusing tone pierced the clearing. The brown tom’s jaw dropped as he listened to what the white warrior accused Peach of. What is this fox-brain saying?! Once glance at their clanmates told Mudstripe that Sheepcall’s words were certainly having an affect, and to Mudstripe’s surprise, Peach spoke up to defend herself.
Well of course, Mudstripe realized, this is a direct attack against her, in front of the whole clan!
“Sheepcall, don’t be ridiculous!” Mudstripe snapped, his fur bristling. “Peach helped us, none of us could have predicted what that coyote would do.” He held Sheepcall’s glaring gaze, not willing to back down. I won’t let him turn this into something it doesn’t need to be. With that thought in mind, Mudstripe broke eye contact to face his clanmates as he continued. “We’re lucky too—it was thanks to Peach we were able to defeat that mange of fleas.”
He flashed the she-cat beside him an encouraging look before turning his gaze once more on Sheepcall, narrowing his eyes. “She’s part of this clan now whether you like it or not, and she proved herself out there—she has the battle wounds to show for it.”
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Post by komorebi on Apr 10, 2020 22:53:35 GMT -5
Brightpaw couldn’t believe it. She made it to her sixth moon, and she was finally an apprentice. Her chest was still pounding from the excitement of going up in front of the whole clan. She dreamed of this day for moons... only for it to be ruined being made the medicine cat’s apprentice rather than a warrior’s. Brightpaw was going to try and make the best of it, but she knew deep down she was doing to hate every second of it.
She snapped out of her thoughts almost immediately when she heard the voice of her bestfriend, Dovepaw. “Hey!” She purred and touched noses with the gray tom before sitting back down, tucking her tail nearly around her body. Seeing him so happy made Brightpaw beam. “I know.. It kinda ruined my day, honestly,” she grimaced and then shook her head, to clear the thought. “It’s ok though! We can still hang out, and you can teach me everything you learn.” She purred, trying to turn the conversation happy. “I’d say the same for you, but I don’t think learning about herbs and being around sick and wounded cats would exactly excite you,” she joked, lightly bumping his shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2020 22:56:16 GMT -5
Are we deciding who we are RPing in the clan or how does that work? I’ve never done a one on one before XD ))
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brambleflight
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Post by brambleflight on Apr 10, 2020 23:35:49 GMT -5
Peach - GrassClan Camp - w/ embercurse 's Mudstripe Peach felt her fur ripple with contained anger at Sheepcall's words. She had done what Sunsky commanded, it wasn't her fault that the coyote had snapped at her in response for it. What exactly would he have done differently in that situation? The former rogue was about to throw the question at him herself when Mudstripe spoke up on her behalf. She looked over at him with thinly veiled surprise as he defended her. If he had ever been planning to keep a distance, taking on Sheepcall with her certainly wasn't the way to do it. These clan cats are confusing.. She thought before her gaze flickered to Sheepcall. Well some of them anyways. His opinions had always been clear.
The orange tabby shot Mudstripe an appreciative look, silently thanking him for coming to her defense when her own words would have likely fallen on deaf ears. Sheepcall looked offended by Mudstripe, likely thinking his opinion wouldn't be challenged by a fellow clan mate. The white tom quickly recovered though and lashed his tail furiously. "The only thing she proved is that she fights and thinks like a rogue." he growled lowly. "She wouldn't have even gotten injured if she had just followed our lead! She'll put us all in danger if more coyotes show up at our borders."
Peach was beginning to see why he was named Sheepcall since the tom seemed to have quite the big mouth on him. "I'm doing what I can." she growled defensively. "Just because I didn't grow up in your clan doesn't mean I'm not capable!"
"You have yet to prove that you are, rogue." Sheepcall snorted arrogantly. His eyes narrowed on her. "Old habits die hard. You can try to play clan cat but you are not a GrassClan warrior. You haven't proven anything," he paused to glare at Mudstripe and in a lowered voice added, "no matter what the failed medicine cat thinks."
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."
(@stitchlover20 No worries xD Honestly I'm ok with us playing the same side characters as needed. The ones I'll probably be using the most are just Meltedpaw's family and mentor. I'm probably going to have Rockthistle mentor her, mainly since I could definitely see Sunstar favoring his kid by making the clan deputy her mentor lol)
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Post by embercurse on Apr 11, 2020 0:01:36 GMT -5
--- Mudstripe
Mudstripe felt Sheepcall’s words like claws to the face. His clanmates were usually more tactful in not mentioning his former position, but he supposed going against Sheepcall and defending Peach meant all bets were off. The brown tabby froze, eyes wide as he went speechless—even some of the onlooking GrassClan cats shifted uneasily.
“That’s enough,” a raspy voice broke the stillness, and a large cream colored tom emerged from a nearby den. Heads turned as Oatpelt padded towards the arguing cats, his brown gaze level and unreadable as he continued. “Bickering like kits doesn’t fill bellies or fortify our camp.”
The medicine cat surveyed the patrol, his gaze passing straight over Mudstripe to focus on Peach. “Sheepcall is right though, newcomer. You have much to learn still if you are to be a GrassClan warrior.” It was difficult to discern Oatpelt’s true emotions as the cat remained rather expressionless, but the words and Oatpelt’s outright dismissal of him made Mudstripe’s ears lay flat in irritation.
“Oatpelt,” the brown tom spoke through gritted teeth, “perhaps you should check on Peach’s leg and Sunsky’s shoulder—they both need treatment.” It was difficult to not snap at the medicine cat, but Mudstripe didn’t trust himself right now to say something he wouldn’t regret. He didn’t need the whole clan watching him get into an argument with his former mentor.
Oatpelt didn’t spare a glance at Mudstripe, but his gaze did briefly flash to Peach’s wound. “So it would seem.” Oatpelt’s whiskers twitched before he nodded and made to go back to the medicine den. “Very well, come along newcomer. Best to treat that bite before it gets infected.”
Mudstripe sucked in a deep breath and made a move to follow, but hesitated. He glanced at Peach, unsure if the she-cat was tired of his presence.
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 11, 2020 14:49:11 GMT -5
CEDARPELT
The slowly rising sun spread tendrils of light across the sky, coloring the horizon a soft orange hue. A soft wind blew gently through the trees, warm with the feeling of late Greenleaf. As birds stretched their wings to meet the morning and creatures of the forest awoke to meet the day. Rabbits emerged tentatively out of their burrows, cautious to avoid any approaching predators. A particularly brave one bounced lightly out into a clearing between the trees, its nose quivering as it scanned for danger.
Cedarpelt waited patiently in the brush, his dark green eyes fixed intensely on the rabbit. Despite his years of experience hunting, his heartbeat was strong with anxiety. This would be his seventh sunrise since he left the clan in search of help. It was also the start of his fourth day without a proper kill, and therefore, a proper meal. He was starving and exhausted. You won’t get away from me this time, he thought, kneading the soft dirt beneath his paws. You won’t. Blood rushed in his ears. The large tabby-tom took a light step forward with his front leg, feeling the pressure of his advance. The rabbit was sitting there, a lame duck, oblivious to the russet warrior’s presence. Only a few more steps, almost there.
But the patient coaching inside his head was no match for the hunger in his belly. In a moment of desperation, Cedarpelt lunged forward, breaking through the brush and into the clearing. The rabbit, having been far out of the range of the tom’s grasp, scattered away into the tree line.
Cedarpelt watched as the brush closed behind the rabbit, his heart sinking deep into his chest. His ears pressed flat against his head in simultaneous frustration and embarrassment, even though no one was there to see him. Exhaustion had eroded his skill, and he knew it. But acknowledging that fact didn’t make the hunger that panged harshly in his belly any better.
Resigned to a morning with no breakfast, the ginger warrior gathered his waning energy and pushed on into the forest, his eyes cast downward to his snow white paws now dirtied with mud. Everything seemed bleak, despite the brightness of Greenleaf that surrounded him. Cedarpelt kept on until well into the afternoon. Although his spirit dimmed with every step, he continued forward. The tom must have covered more ground than he though because, eventually, the scenery around him began to change. The smell of fresh leaves and afternoon heat morphed into the stale stench of ash and soot. The normally lush vegetation grew sparse, and the bark on some of the trees was stripped, while others were stained black from heat. The ground was dry and cracked, hard against his sore pads.
This shook Cedarpelt from his stupor. A fire must have come through here, he thought to himself curiously. As he descended deeper into the forest, the damage from the flames grew worse. In some sections, whole swaths of trees had been cleared, their magnificent trunks reduced to jagged black stumps. It grew clearer and clearer that whatever fire had come through this section of the forest had ravaged most of the landscape.
Cedarpelt approached one of the scorched stumps, his nose scrunching his rejection of the burnt smell. He pawed at it gingerly and watched as the burnt bark crumbled with ease. ”Wow,” he muttered under his breath, turning his gaze toward the sky, noticing the lack of tree cover. His legs ached from walking, begging for a rest. He determined, however, that this scorched clearing would make him too vulnerable to attack if he were to stop to rest here, so he continued on, still mezmerised by the damage.
{ Okay, here's the starter! Sorry it took me so long - it took me a little bit to get going. Forgive some of the rust ^^' }
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 11, 2020 15:04:10 GMT -5
(I couldn't do it how you do brambleflight x3 i need one thread per rp honestly, my brain couldn't handle how many you track here) Ebonywhisker stayed a couple steps back of Heatherpool, glancing around the warrior's den as his whiskers twitched from curiosity as he wondered how many full warriors were in the camp. It seemed they were the early risers today and he made certain not to be noisy and disturb any of them as his gaze shifted back to Heatherpool as she awoke his mate-to-be.
Once Honeylight was up and stepping out of the den, he dipped his head to her before either of them said anything. He needed to show he respected her before she would even open up to him in the slightest, and he couldn't bring himself to blame her here. When she greeted him verbally, he couldn't help but give a small smile as she played at showing some interest in him.
"Yes, of course," He mewed in response, ready to do what he could on the patrol. He knew that for the most part, he would be learning on the patrol, but he hoped to have the opportunity to catch something. Even if it was going to his former clanmates, he wanted to show he was a fine hunter , even if his mother never would have sold him as such. He needed to be able to show he could give to his new clan, at least once this period of testing the truce was over.
He tried swallowing the awkward feeling that filled the pit of his stomach when he spoke to her. She had established right away that she didn't like this at all and even if she was making a slight effort now, it still left him at a disadvantage. "Sorry to wake you. I'm sure you didn't need another reason to be annoyed by this treaty," He murmured quietly, speaking strategically yet not lying at all.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2020 20:10:20 GMT -5
Okay, cool! Do we want to name the other clan or will their role not be that important until later?)
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brambleflight
Holiday craze. Replies wont be coming for a while sorry!
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Post by brambleflight on Apr 11, 2020 22:11:00 GMT -5
Peach - GrassClan Camp - w/ embercurse 's Mudstripe Her jaw gaped open slightly as Sheepcall went on to drag Mudstripe into his verbal attack. The former rogue didn't understand why bringing up his past training as a healer was so insulting, especially when he still appeared more knowledgeable than most. However, it drew a reaction from Mudstripe that made it clear to Peach that his step down from medicine cat was not taken lightly. Her fur bristled slightly and she glared at Sheepcall, feeling the need to defend the brown tabby after he had done the same for her.
She didn't get the chance to though as new voice suddenly entered. The rogue turned her head to look over at Oatpelt as the medicine cat stepped up to calm down the situation. As he directed his attention onto her, she shifted a bit uneasily at his words, restraining herself from letting a snide I know slip from her tongue. With the argument simmering down, the she-cat became more reserved again. The last thing she wanted was to say something that would have the healer turn on her too.
As Mudstripe called attention to her wound, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, picking up on his tense tone of voice when speaking with what she assumed was his former mentor. Peach looked back to Oatpelt as he barely acknowledged the other tom's words. It seemed like there was some bad blood between the two. She didn't bother to comment on it though and nodded her head to Oatpelt as he told her to come along. The she-cat paused to watch Sheepcall as the white tom stalked away from the group. It was a habit not to turn one's back on an enemy and Sheepcall clearly thought of her as one so she remained wary of him.
Once it was clear he was backing down, she made a step to follow Oatpelt with Mudstripe, only to pause as the tom suddenly stopped. "You coming?" she asked with a small tilt of her head. Unsure what to make of Oatpelt, she didn't mind having Mudstripe around. It was difficult to read the medicine cat's opinion of her and if she was being honest, preferred to have one of the few cats that liked her around when getting treated. Mudstripe didn't get a chance to reply though as her attention was drawn away as Oatpelt looked over his shoulder. The expression was discreet but she caught the impatience that was lying in his gaze. "Ah-coming!" she quickly assured before hurriedly hopping towards the den he was waiting by the entrance of.
( noble. Hello! glad to hear c: Which character would you like to claim for plot 9??)
Scorched and burned, the forest left little for the clan cats to survive off of. It had only been a couple days since the fire had happened. Dry winds had sparked a flame amongst dead brush. The flame had eaten up practically everything it's path. The clan was lucky that most of them had made it to the safety of the small stream that ran through their territory before the fire eventually died out. There had still been losses though and even more than that, injuries.
Goldenleaf and her herbs were both being spread thin. With no apprentice and a quickly waning supply of medicine, the medicine cat's shoulders had a heavy burden to carry as she tried to focus on healing her injured clanmates. Her herbs for burns and treating coughs caused by the smoke were nearly out so the medicine cat had set out on a patrol with her sister, Flaxwhisker and Soaringwolf. The dark gray tom had split off to search for prey nearby, leaving the two sisters alone as Goldenleaf padded looking for anything that may have survived the fire.
"Don't you think you should take on apprentice soon?" Flaxwhisker asked with a hint of anxiousness in her voice. They had lost their brother, Mapleclaw, to the fire and the she-cat hadn't been able to relax since. "You're overworking yourself... Soaringwolf said he overheard Lynxkit talking to Warblerheart about being interested in. Perhaps you could take him once he's six moons."
"If he's interested, of course." Goldenleaf sighed and casted her sister a small frown. "But he's got three more moons to go before that happens. And I certainly hope things get back to some sort of normal before then."
Flaxwhisker shuffled her paws. "Has... Has StarClan shared anything with you? About what we're supposed to do now?"
The golden brown she-cat hesitated. Her sister's words made her reoccurring dream come to mind. It had started only a couple days before the fire and as sure as the day turning to night, it had not ceased since. The dream was always the same. She found herself in a lush forest, one that wasn't familiar. It was green and beautiful yet something in the shadows radiated a sinister feeling. When her gaze left the shadows, that unfamiliar cat would always be standing there. It always faced away from her and the bright light of the sun in front of them made it impossible for her to discern any of the cat's features aside from it's dark russet tabby pelt. The cat would turn to say something to her but before it's face could be seen, she always woke up.
The medicine cat was certain it meant something. Surely it wouldn't keep occurring like it had if it didn't. The only issue was Goldenleaf had no idea what it meant, nor who the cat was. The best theory she had currently was that it was one of Whiteember's unborn kits, perhaps one who's path loomed in shadows but was destined for greatness. But that wouldn't help them in their current situation.
"They haven't." she finally answered with a conflicted frown. "I can only hope with time they show us the right path."
"Trespasser!" A sudden yowl from the loud gray tom came from nearby, his dark gray pelt a blur amongst the burnt forest as he charged towards something. Or rather someone. The sisters exchanged a look of alarm before Flaxwhisker turned and sprinted off to catch up with Soaringwolf, her fur bristling hostilely.
Goldenleaf blinked, caught off guard. What kind of insane trespasser would wander into their burnt territory? Surely there was nothing to gain here. Her eyes widened as she realized that the poor cat her clanmates were after probably hadn't even been able to smell their border amongst all the ash and soot. "You guys! Wait!" she yowled as she hurried after her clanmates, hoping to prevent an unnecessary fight.
(No worries! Doesn't seem rusty at all xD)
Heatherpool & Honeylight - RiverClan - w/ Shadowkit 's Ebonywhisker Honeylight eyed the tom as he answered. At least he was ready. Although the she-cat was aware that the tom would be far from helpful on this patrol. He was practically like a new apprentice and about as useful as one considering the ShadowClan tom wasn't used to fishing in the slightest. She had to bite her tongue from making a comment. As he apologized, the light brown warrior twitched her ears slightly before shrugging her shoulders. "I'd have to get up one way or another." she mumbled looking ahead as Heatherpool lead them over to join Sandruffle and Gullpaw by the camp entrance.
The she-cat nearly blanched as she realized that not only was she stuck on a patrol with Ebonywhisker but they also had other clanmates aside from Heatherpool around. If the ShadowClan tom misstepped or did something embarrassing, surely it would reflect onto her, his mate-to-be. Before they drew too close she turned sharply to Ebonywhisker and muttered to him quietly, "If you don't know how to do something on this patrol, then don't do it." It was a less blunt way of saying don't be a mousebrain.
"Well are we ready to take our leave?" Heatherpool asked with a small smile as she stepped over to Sandruffle. The tom nodded his head, still ignoring Ebonywhisker's presence to the best of his ability. His apprentice wasn't as willing to follow his mentor's lead though. The small gray and white tom wrinkled his nose as he noticed that Ebonywhisker would be joining them.
"Ugh do we really have to go on patrol with the crowfood eater?" he grumbled hostilely.
Sandruffle's eyes widened in mild alarm before he cuffed Gullpaw's ears with his tail. "Gullpaw, be polite." he muttered sternly to his apprentice. His gaze flickered up to look over at Ebonywhisker before quickly looking away. "Sorry about that." He apologized awkwardly before quickly turning, suddenly eager to get out of camp. "Let's go."
(Really? xD I would really lose track if I had a bunch of threads instead of just one lol )
(@stitchlover20 They probably won't come in much until later but we should probably give them a name just in case they come up cx I figure their territory won't be much different than RedClan's since they all live in the same forest. Maybe the main difference is their camp is close to/based around a large water source. PondClan? LakeClan? CreekClan?)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2020 22:12:52 GMT -5
I really like CreekClan)
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 11, 2020 23:08:51 GMT -5
brambleflight (I try to give them like really distinctive names and stuff like that so I can distinguish them, it tends to work for me but sometimes ill start up 3 or 4 at once and ill use the wrong character for a thread and my partner will just be like "???") Ebonywhisker bit his lip as she basically told him not to try if he didn't think he could do it, and while it was a pretty terrible philosophy to get better at something, he figured that maybe, for the first time they went out, he might benefit from not showcasing how bad he might be at, say, fishing. It was going to take a while for him to adjust and learn that sort of skill.
Sighing, he nodded curtly in obedient acknowledgement of her blunt statement, trying not to think too much about how her faith in him was equal to or less than two specks of sand. Keeping his gaze averted from Honeylight.
Ebonywhisker's gaze drifted up from where it hovered, a bit above the ground, when the apprentice spoke up and voiced his total disgust for patrolling with the Shadowclan warrior. He tried not to focus on the apprentice's comment, knowing that in reality the blunt apprentice had voiced what a lot of the cats in this camp felt like, and if he was barbed by every thorn sent his way, he wouldn't last long here.
But it did hurt.
He quietly murmured a thanks without looking to Sandruffle as the cat apologized for the warrior's behavior. He made sure to show no sign of aggression, as he needed to take every chance to win just a little bit of respect, and he knew that snapping back at the apprentice was probably the worst thing that he could do at the moment. He silently fell in step behind his guard as they prepared to leave the camp for a patrol.
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noble.
a damn fine cup of coffee
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Post by noble. on Apr 12, 2020 12:24:58 GMT -5
brambleflight I’m good with rping the non clan cat muse b :-) I’ll write up a lil something something about him to have for a small reference hehe
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 12, 2020 16:32:30 GMT -5
The ruined forest fascinated Cedarpelt. The charred trees and bone-dry earth felt foreign beneath his pawpads, their snow white fur turned a sooty gray from the lingering ash. That stale smell of scorched wood and incinerated brush filled his nose and made his eyes sting whenever he kicked up the dust or brushed against dying foliage. Something like this would have been unimaginable in HeronClan's territory, obnoxiously marshy and consistently damp with humidity. The landscape - charred or uncharred - couldn't be farther from the habitat of his homeland. And yet, despite the strange nature of this environment, the haggard warrior felt an innate sense of calm. It was puzzling. Ever since he had left home, he felt anxious and alert, paranoid of being tracked and terrified of being caught or killed. But here, in this spoiled wilderness, he felt relaxed.
Until he heard the muffled voices of nearby cats. Cedarpelt instinctively dropped low to the ground, his tail straight as a twig behind him. His pounding heartbeat jumped from his chest and into his throat, increasing in intensity. At first, he thought he may be imaging it. He hadn't encountered another being - not even a kittypet - in over a quarter-moon. Why would he see someone now? And in this bleak of conditions? The large warrior, aware of the lack of coverage that existed around him, took a lightning quick inventory of his surroundings, unable to find the sources, until he heard, Trespasser! A tom's voice rang out in the distance. Alarm pulsed through his body, bringing necessary energy to his severely weakened muscles. If this cat were to engage Cedarpelt in a fight, he had no chance of winning. He hadn't eaten or slept in days - he would be shredded into crowfood!
Without another option, the russet tabby tom took off running. It was his only hope, at this point. The faster his paws glided across the hard earth, the more dust and ancient soot he kicked up, filling his eyes and lungs. The sound of more yowls floated into his ears, but the pounding of his heartbeat drown them out. It's a patrol, he thought, his fear intensifying. But then, suddenly, it clicked. Everything seemed to slow around him, and he was thrust into a memory.
"You have to find another clan." It was the voice of Cherrynose, her blue eyes icy with desperation. It was the night he left HeronClan. The toads sang loudly in the marsh.
“Another clan?! What are you, fish-brained?!” Cedarpelt scoffed, staring back at her in disbelief. “Cherrynose, we’re isolated. Don’t you remember the stories we were told as kits? Not even Sorrelclaw has seen another clan cat in years. It’s impossible. I-It could take moons!" His tail flicked in irritation.
“It’s our only hope, Cedarpelt,” hissed another warrior, Stoneleap, pacing beside Cherrynose. His words were sharp as talons as he spat them at the russet tom. “And if you’re too minnow-hearted to get the job done, we’ll send somebody else to avenge your beloved Oakstar”
Cedarpelt hissed at the warrior, lunging at him in a moment of anger. Before he could reach him, however, Cloverfoot stepped in between the sparring toms.
“Enough!” she scolded, her light green eyes flitting between the two of them. “Fighting and hurling insults won’t get us anywhere.” The ginger she-cat fixed her gaze on her brother, and her eyes softened slightly. Her voice shook a little as she addressed him. “They’re right, you know. We’re losing time – someone else could be dead by morning. These rogues, they aren’t going to stop until they have it all.” The large tom threw a quick apologetic glance at Stoneleap, who cast his eyes down in reception. He turned back to Cloverfoot, drawing in a deep breath. “I know,” he whispered. Fear hung heavy in the air between the four warriors, the sound of the marsh replacing the space where their voices had been.
The memory disappeared sharply. This could be his chance. Please StarClan, help me. Cedarpelt skittered to a halt.As he sucked in a breath to speak, he choked on the dust that had flown up around him. “Please, I-” he managed to sputter, coughing. “I-I don’t mean any harm. Please!” His words disappeared into a coughing fit as he sank back onto his haunches, ears pressed down in a submissive manner. Fear gripped the tom’s thudding heart – he closed his eyes, wincing as the cats approached.
{{ I'm already so excited to see where this will go!! ^^ }}
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Post by embercurse on Apr 12, 2020 20:52:36 GMT -5
--- Mudstripe
Mudstripe was relieved that Peach didn’t seem to mind having him around. Perhaps it was a bit fast but the tom felt some kind of kinship with the she-cat—he felt protective over her. Maybe it was due to the fact that so many in GrassClan disliked her presence, but Mudstripe didn’t see any problem with Peach—in fact, the tom felt that the two could be good friends moving forward.
It would be nice to have someone else to talk to. That wasn’t to say that Mudstripe didn’t have friends within the clan already or get along with his clanmates, because he did, but there was a difference with Peach. The ginger tabby hadn’t been around to witness Mudstripe in his healing days, and she hadn’t had a front row seat to the brown tom stepping down and changing his position in the clan overnight. All of GrassClan had been present and and seen the before and after, and though they accepted Mudstripe’s decision, he knew that some of them still didn’t fully understand his reasoning. They knew of the reason, but there were cats that also just didn’t get it.
Oatpelt was one of them. After Mudstripe’s choice to step down from medicine cat duties the relationship between the two toms had been been severely fragmented. Before that, Mudstripe had really looked up to Oatpelt, for the cream colored cat was a gifted healer. Mudstripe had learned a lot from Oatpelt in such a short amount of time, and his former mentor had once said that Mudstripe had a natural talent for being a medicine cat.
Perhaps that was why Oatpelt never forgave him for becoming a warrior instead.
Mudstripe was pulled out his reverie at the sound of Peach’s voice and he followed the two cats into the medicine den. Immediately the tom was hit with sharp scents, as well as soothing ones, and the copious amounts of fragrances threatened to overtake Mudstripe and send him back down memory lane. Once upon a time he spent nearly every day in this den—he was willing to bet he still knew it like the back of his paw.
He watched as Oatpelt perused through his herb supply and pulled out some marigold, which he proceeded to chew into a poultice.
“Hmm, this’ll help fight off any infection and bring down inflammation,” Oatpelt murmured as he tended to Peach’s leg with the chewed flower before wrapping the mix back up with some cobweb so that the juices would have time to soak into the wound.
As the medicine cat worked, he cast a piercing glance at Peach. “So what made you decide to join our ranks, newcomer?”
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brambleflight
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Post by brambleflight on Apr 13, 2020 13:49:57 GMT -5
Heatherpool & Honeylight - RiverClan Territory - w/ Shadowkit 's Ebonywhisker After Gullpaw's outburst, it seemed Sandruffle was more than eager to leave. Heatherpool blinked as the tom suddenly took the lead of the patrol, picking up his pace as he lead them out of camp and into the territory. The she-cat didn't mind of course and instead just padded after him. The cream colored she-cat glanced over her shoulder as she noticed Honeylight picked up her pace as well. The light brown she-cat moved to fall in step a little behind Sandruffle. Though she had been giving Ebonywhisker some attention that day, the focused look in Honeylight's eyes told the other warrior that she didn't intend to chat further.
Heatherpool supposed progress was progress though so she made no move to suggest otherwise to Honeylight. Instead, the warrior slowed down a bit to fall instep besides Ebonywhisker, taking up the back of the patrol with him. "I was thinking," she meowed with a thoughtful gaze. "I'll try to show you what I can today about fishing but we could also look for other prey that you're more accustomed to." The last thing the warrior wanted was for him to go the whole patrol without catching anything. With the eyes of Sandruffle and Gullpaw around, it would be important for Ebonywhisker to show his worth to the other RiverClan cats. Perhaps he managed to show his worth to them, he'd become a little more welcomed within the clan.
(Ohhh that makes sense! Honestly I'm surprised I haven't mixed up cats yet lol I think the only thing helping me are my character layouts xD )
(noble. Sounds good ^^ I'll get started on putting together the clan cx )
Goldenleaf skidded to a halt as she reached her clanmates. Both warriors stood with bristling fur and tense muscles as they looked at the pleading trespasser. Soaringwolf's tail twitched anxiously despite how eagerly had raced towards the unknown cat. The medicine cat suspected that with everything the clan had been through lately and having kits on the way put the warrior more on edge than normal. "Then turn and go back." the gray tom said with a low growl. "You're on LightClan territory."
The coughing that was coming from the stranger made Goldenleaf step around the warriors to get a better view of them. Though her care for her clan came first, she was a bit concerned that the cat in front of them might have been suffering just as much as they had. However, the concern barely lasted as she took in the slightly familiar coloration of the tom before them. Her eyes widened as her reoccurring dream came flooding back to her at the sight of it. Her heartbeat quickened. Perhaps she was getting ahead of herself, after all there were likely many cats with that similar coloring, but something about him made her nearly certain this was the cat that had walked ahead of her so many times in those dreams.
"W-Wait!" Goldenleaf suddenly found her voice against quickly taking a step forward before either Soaringwolf or Flaxwhisker could insist on the tom leaving again. Her sister gave her a quizzical look, caught off guard by the medicine cat's sudden outburst. She ignored the stares of her clanmates as her gaze was locked on the stranger in front of them. "Who are you?" she paused eying over the tom's muddied paws. She hung on the detail, where there was mud there was water and surely that hadn't come from any part of the burnt forest around them. Water was scarce after such a dry season. "Have.. Have you been traveling?"
(Same! cx )
Peach - Medicine Cat Den - w/ embercurse 's Mudstripe Hopping into the medicine cat den, she moved to sit down while Oatpelt collected whatever herb he needed to treat her paw. As he did, the former rogue took the opportunity to let her gaze wander over the den with intrigue. She hadn't seen anything quite like the medicine cat den before. The only dens she was used to were ones just made to sleep in. Seeing all the carefully crafted spots of storage for herbs was interesting to her.
She was pulled out of her observing when Oatpelt put his mixture of chewed up herb onto her leg. "Thank you." she meowed as the medicine cat worked on bandaging her up. As he asked her about her reasoning for joining the clan, the she-cat paused before answering. She wasn't sure how much she wished to share, especially when she barely knew anyone in the clan and things were still rocky. It was better to answer vaguely for her own safety than to go into any specific details.
"The way the clan operates caught my eye during my past hunts near one of your borders. Especially after speaking with Crowstar about it more when I first met him." she explained with a small shrug. "My old life wasn't quite what I wanted so when Crowstar did offer me a chance here, I was compelled to take it."
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 13, 2020 14:26:51 GMT -5
The dark gray tom’s challenge didn’t come as a surprise to Cedarpelt. The hostile energy that radiated from the warrior was all too familiar. If this clan was anything like his own, encountering a trespasser would have caused a significant amount of drama throughout the ranks. It was entirely understandable. Although the tom’s tone was laced with aggression, Cedarpelt couldn’t help but feel a spark of hope – LightClan. Relief mixed with apprehension flooded through his already-weakened muscles. Tension filled the space between the group of them, and the tabby tom’s heart still pressed against his throat.
Cedarpelt moved slowly to his feet, careful to keep his claws sheathed and his tail low. He didn’t want to threaten these cats in any capacity. The russet warrior looked toward the tom and the long-haired she-cat beside him, and took a breath in to respond. He was interrupted by the appearance of a golden brown she-cat. His gaze flitted quickly to her as she approached him. Why is she looking at me like that? he thought with suspicion. Although the look of surprise that colored her expression was almost imperceptible, he could feel her intent stare scanning him meaningfully.
Then, she spoke. Her voice shook slightly, and it was apparent to Cedarpelt that she was rather non-combative type. At least, not to the degree of her companions who had pursued him. The large warrior’s eyes flitted to his aggressors, then back to her, his dark green gaze meeting hers. “Uh…” he hesitated, caught off guard by the inquisitive nature of her words. Should he trust this? Was it a trap? “M-My name is Cedarpelt.” His nature prevented him from sharing too much information. That, and the sound of his own voice gave him pause. He hadn’t spoken aloud in many days, and his deep voice was husky from underuse and his recent coughing fit. He cleared his throat, his ears turning back to maintain his submissiveness. “And, um, yes. I come from HeronClan.”
Cedarpelt looked toward his paws, their usual snow-white hue turned dark brownish black from dried mud and ash. He looked uncomfortable, his usually large frame withered from exhaustion, and now from anxiety. If he was imposing when healthy, it would not have been apparent now. In fact, the ginger-colored warrior looked rather pathetic and unsure - his head was swimming with thoughts, unable to determine the right thing to say. Embarrassment burned hotly behind his ears, and he cursed himself for his weakness. “Our territory is a great distance away from here – I’ve been travelling for many days now, in search of another clan.” His voice revealed the tom’s attempts to regain his confidence, and his eyes moved from the ground to the golden she-cat before him, floating between her and her clanmates.
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 13, 2020 14:52:01 GMT -5
(Yeah thats probably the best way. I wish i knew the code language for all that)
Ebonywhisker had little to say as they exited the camp and every cat seemed hurry on ahead, clearly to get as far from him as possible. His gaze drifted for a couple moments to the back of Honeylight, who at least had spoken a few words to him. Progress was progress, but when almost every action so far was dismissal it was hard to keep his head up.
He focused on his breathing to center himself as Heatherpool dropped back and began speaking to him. He noted with appreciation that she seemed to recognize he was going to have a lot of trouble with catching fish, and with a glance towards her, he reminded himself that he needed to display some gratitude. Without a cat to give him some direction, this adjustment would be nightmarish. After he simply padded alongside and stared at her for a few long moments, he opened his mouth to speak.
"I think it might be best if I started today with some prey I know I can catch," He quietly murmured, trying not to raise his voice to where the other cats could pick up on what he was saying. "I need to show this is going to be worth something after this period of donating fresh-kill is over." He needed to show he would be useful. He awkwardly cleared his throat, remembering he wasn't exactly in a position to dictate what they did. "B-but I'll do whatever you show me," he hastily added, averting his gaze to gaze at some point on the horizon.
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brambleflight
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Post by brambleflight on Apr 13, 2020 15:51:56 GMT -5
Goldenleaf's gaze never left the strange tom. There was a hint of hope as well as desperation as she looked to him for answers to her questions. Her clan needed help and if this was the cat StarClan had been sending her dreams about, she had a feeling that LightClan's salvation laid somewhere in his paws. As he finally spoke, she hung on his words. He was from another clan! It was difficult to believe, considering that no cat in LightClan had ever heard of any other clans nearby. Even tales passed down by elders never included another clan. Surely he wasn't lying though. His name was a clan name and Starclan's dreams didn't make the medicine cat second guess him.
"HeronClan?" Flaxwhisker snorted in disbelief. "Have the rogues around here decided they want to play clan cat now?"
Soaringwolf glared coldly at Cedarpelt. "Seems like it. There has never been word of another clan before. Not even from the elders." he growled. The large tom shook his head and waved his paw at the medicine cat. "Come on, Goldenleaf, let us get this loner off our territory."
The golden she-cat frowned at her clanmates quickness to brush aside the tom's words. She supposed she understood where they were coming from. If not for the dreams, she likely would have simply stood back to let the warriors escort the rogue away. But she was certain that this cat was meant to be here. Her theory of one of Whiteember's kits being the answer was gone. "No." the medicine cat meowed with sudden sternness to the gray tom. "I believe him. He's clearly traveled a long way and... and I think he was meant to find us."
Goldenleaf let out a small breath, not realizing she had been holding it. Her green eyes met those of Cedarpelt's with a hopeful gleam that he carried with him the answers the clan so desperately needed or the guidance that they were seeking. "Has StarClan guided you here, Cedarpelt?"
Heatherpool - RiverClan Territory - w/ Shadowkit 's Ebonywhisker Heatherpool looked over the former ShadowClan cat as he spoke up about her suggestion. She was glad he wanted to prove his worth as a warrior but she also knew what her clan's values were. The cream colored warrior gave him a half hearted smile and nodded her head. "I understand. I'll be sure we make time to hunt and not just fish all day but... I do think it's important that we start on your fishing skills immediately." she explained, her voice low and soft as she tried to explain the situation to him.
"I'm glad you're eager to prove your worth but hunting won't earn you much respect in RiverClan." she sighed softly. "Every cat knows how to hunt a mouse, it's fishing and swimming that make a RiverClan cat a RiverClan cat. The faster we get started on developing those skills of yours, the better." Heatherpool was aware that the skills wouldn't be perfected over night, which is why it was so important to get started on them. Being a young warrior, she had yet to have an apprentice of her own so teaching likely wasn't her strongest attribute but she was determined to show Ebonywhisker how to fish and swim just as well as a cat that was born in RiverClan.
Perhaps she was being a bit ambitious. Each clan was known for their specialties and even though he was now living in RiverClan, that didn't change his ShadowClan heritage. Hopefully he's a good learner.. She thought, with an inward grimace.
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 13, 2020 16:25:57 GMT -5
Desperation fluttered in Cedarpelt’s chest. Even in his weary state, he was still logical enough to know that his first words weren’t very convincing. The impression he was making on these clan cats was lukewarm at the very best. The stutter in his words, his meek delivery – he wouldn’t have believed him either. He couldn’t help but feel slightly discouraged, and maybe even slightly frustrated. Negotiation wasn’t the tom’s strong suit; he was known among his peers as a skilled fighter and expert hunter, not as a diplomat. This situation would require him to stretch his brain a little bit.
The aggression that colored the two warriors’ words fell sharply on Cedarpelt’s ears. As they grew more hostile, the russet-colored tom’s timidity morphed into irritation. Although he knew that any patrol of HeronClan’s would have delivered the same treatment to a strange cat in their territory, being called a rogue unlocked a deep-seated rage within him. Memories of trauma flitted quickly through the warrior’s mind, and his dark green gaze revealed his renewed sense of vigor. They lit up with determination, tinged with a hint of anger, as he fixed them upon the light-brown she-cat who had hurled the insult at him. He sucked in a sharp breath, armed with a sharp retort, bristling in defense.
It was lucky that the strange golden-brown she-cat intervened before he could. Her stern words cut through his brief outburst, and the hairs on his back smoothed down. Again, embarrassment seared through him. His characteristic prideful outbursts wouldn’t help him now, and he was slightly grateful that she had spoken. Her hopeful gaze made him feel slightly sheepish, as did her question about StarClan. It began to make sense – LightClan’s territory had been ravaged by whatever fire had torn through the landscape. These cats were shaken, no doubt. Sympathy replaced some of the fervor that coursed through the tom.
“I believe it’s the only way I could have made it this far,” he meowed in reply, settling back down into a sitting position. Cedarpelt trained his gaze back on the two warriors who were desperate to run him off. Their words brought back echos if his own voice from the night he left his own home. “Look, I know it would be difficult to trust me. HeronClan is an isolated group as well, and if I have encountered an intruder as strange as myself in my own territory, I would have reacted the same way.” He sucked in a deep breath, his heart skipping with anxiety. Words felt like they were tumbling out of his mouth. He hoped desperately that he was making some sense.
“It’s clear from the damage to your territory that you’ve seen loss recently.” The ginger warrior made a concerted effort to inject some sympathy into his voice as he spoke. “For that, I’m deeply sorry. I-I know what it’s like to watch your clan suffer,” he told them, dark green eyes darkening with poorly-concealed sadness. “The truth is, I came in search of assistance. Please, I truly don’t mean any harm - I only want to cooperate.” Cedarpelt’s chest tightened in fear as he finished speaking. His fate – the fate of his clan – rested with them. He felt the audacity of his request hanging in the air, hoping desperately that his words would hold some weight.
{{ also! I'm not sure what you're thinking for the plot progression, but do you foresee Cedarpelt and Goldenleaf having a lil' romance? If so, I was wondering if I could run a plot point past you.
It was my vision that Cedarpelt had a crush on Oakstar before she was executed, despite being her apprentice. Before her death, Cloverfoot (Cedarpelt's sister) and his friends would tease him about it, but no one really thought he was seriously in love with her, even though he kinda was. They all just thought he really really admired her. Obviously, her death broke his heart, but now he has to move on. I was wondering if, maybe, when he gets to know the cats in LightClan, he could maybe develop a little crush on one of them (maybe even Flaxwhisker? Another she-cat?), even though he really does end up in love Goldenleaf, ultimately.
Of course, this is all about your vision, too! Let me know!! ^^ }}
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 13, 2020 16:51:52 GMT -5
Ebonywhisker listened intently as Heatherpool determined the importance of starting his true Riverclan training. He could tell she was saying this for a reason, so he held his tongue from voicing his anxiety about not catching anything. As she explained that fishing and swimming really were the paramount qualities of respect to the clan, he sighed quietly, his gaze still fixed into the distance. As she said it, the tom-cat knew that she was speaking accurately. She's right. They're called Riverclan for a reason. I best figure out how to be one of them as soon as possible. He let out a quiet groan, not saying anything for a while.
He had to follow up on his word to follow her orders, but that didn't mean he was looking forward to any of this training. Honeylight had just got done telling him not to do anything he wasn't capable of, and with a glance towards the she-cat's back, he thought about his nod of acknowledgement to her comment. Maybe he just shouldn't have made any gesture. She probably wouldn't have cared anyways.
"Maybe StarClan will send a miracle," He muttered, more to himself than at Heatherpool. All of this was already adjacent to a nightmare, so he wasn't holding his breath. All he could hope was that he could catch some actual prey to send back to his former clan. Maybe mom will see I'm making this work, and...she'll start...
He shook his head. It wasn't likely and he needed to keep his mind focused. "Okay then. Let's...get this over with." His voice dripped with a little bit of bitterness, and while it might have sounded to Heatherpool like he was bitter to try hunting the Riverclan way, his mind still lingered on his mother, and the absence of his sister.
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 13, 2020 17:34:43 GMT -5
Slight disappointment radiated from the golden she-cat who had become his keeper in this exchange, leaving Cedarpelt with a pang of fear. For a brief moment, he felt doomed. His ears swiveled back again, feeling suffocated by the tension that thickened the air around them. The large tom released a soft breath as she spoke again. As his eyes met hers, the furrow in his brow relaxed a bit. Deep gratitude swam in their dark green depths, his shoulders dropping lightly in relief.
Cedarpelt turned to look at the dark grey tom as he let out an exasperated comment. His ears pricked up as the she-cat began to speak again, straining to hear the nature of their conversation. Reoccurring dream? StarClan? he thought to himself, tilting his head in confusion. This realization was added to the list of many that had occurred in the last few moments. She must be their medicine cat. And she must be confused. Before the russet warrior could process what she revealed any further, the fluffy light-brown cat affirmed her theory.
So that was it then. Cedarpelt blinked in disbelief, watching dumbfoundedly as the dark grey tom stalked away. He could feel the warrior’s irritation coming off of him in waves, hot as Greenleaf sun. The other she-cat followed, and the golden medicine cat motioned for him to come. The russet warrior stood, trying to hide the wince that revealed the stiffness of his joints. Now that the adrenaline from the encounter was beginning to wane, Cedarpelt felt his muscles begin to ache again.
Regardless, he managed to smile lightly at the medicine cat, glancing at her briefly. “I suppose so. It’s ah…nice to meet you.” he mumbled, unsure of what to say. His dark eyes shifted to catch a glimpse of the warriors ahead of them, and a sudden pang of guilt rushed through him. “I really appreciate your help. I’m sorry for whatever tension I may have caused between you and your clanmates. I know these things can be…tricky..” It was difficult for the tom to refrain from inquiring about the dream she referenced earlier. It was evident that he was holding back questions, as well as his own personality, and he was aware of his poorly concealed curiosity. Normally, Cedarpelt was a cat of many words. Right now, however, he couldn't help but feel like he’d put Goldenleaf out enough for one afternoon.
{{ Sweet ^^ I think it'd be fun to throw a little love triangle action in there! Besides, it's always fun to write about those kinds of things.
I also thought it would be interesting if, at some point, someone from HeronClan came looking for Cedarpelt? After he spends some time in LightClan, obviously. I think it'd be fun to develop his relationship with cats there for a while. Or was it your vision to have some LightClan members and him go to HeronClan eventually? }}
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brambleflight
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Post by brambleflight on Apr 15, 2020 15:05:15 GMT -5
Goldenleaf gave a small nod and shifted her gaze ahead to watch her clanmates as they lead the way back to their camp. She caught Flaxwhisker glancing back over her shoulder at the stranger and gave her sister a nod of reassurance. The medicine cat looked away from them once more as Cedarpelt spoke up to thank her and apologize. She raised an eyebrow at him slightly before giving him a simple shrug.
"Don't worry about it." she told him with a small smile. "If my interpretations of the dreams are accurate, then whatever tension is caused now will be worth it." StarClan knew her clan needed help so surely he was there for a reason. Her gaze darkened for a moment as she thought of the current state of her clan. Boulderstar was too proud to acknowledge that the clan was weak but the medicine cat could tell that the clan wouldn't last long with how they were currently surviving. Now that StarClan seemed to have given them a path, she was eager to try and follow it. The medicine cat lapsed into a silence, not wishing to go into detail about the struggle of her clan with Cedarpelt just yet. While she did have some trust in him, she figured that the scorched forest spoke plenty on it's own.
The patrol reached the camp. Or rather their temporary camp. Their real camp had been highly damaged by the fire, burning down their brush made dens and recent hunting patrols had talked of a burnt tree collapsing in on it. For now, LightClan made their home close to the dwindling stream, making makeshift dens out of the collection of rocks and boulders that were lumped together. The dens were far from spacious, some cats even had to sleep outside them, but they provided shelter to those that needed it most. Almost as soon as the patrol stepped into the clearing, cats lifted their heads to look over.
Their gazes were searching, hoping to see prey in the jaws of the warriors or herbs being carried in. When they saw neither, it was then that they seemed to take notice of Cedarpelt, confusion and curiosity crossing the gazes of most.
"Welcome to LightClan." Goldenleaf mumbled to Cedarpelt.
Almost a second after she spoke, Boulderstar came bounding over. The leader had quickly abandoned his resting spot besides his mate and kits at the sight of the strange cat being escorted by one of his patrols. His gaze held no confusion nor curiousness, instead a cold gaze rested on Cedarpelt. "What is going on here?" the leader growled, his voice deep and commanding. Despite noticeble burns on his front right leg and side, the tom stood tall and rigid. "Who are you?"
( we could do that! The way I'm kinda envisioning it going right now is Boulderstar will feel pressured by StarClan into agreeing to leave with Cedarpelt to help his clan. But since LightClan is quite weak, he'll probably make them wait around a moon so that his clan is fit enough for the journey. Maybe they send out small patrols with Goldenleaf and Cedarpelt to travel to an unburned forest that isn't over a day's travel to collect herbs and maybe prey?
After a moon or so I figure LightClan will travel with Cedarpelt back to HeronClan's territory to help. Maybe having a longer journey than he did because of setbacks/attacks along the way?
Also Boulderstar's kinda of a selfish guy cx so I figure he'll secretly plan to go back on his word to help HeronClan since he doesn't believe LightClan needs to get involved and that Cedarpelt was just there to lead them to their new territory next to HeronClan
That's just what I was considering though c: I'm open to any ideas you have!)
Heatherpool & Honeylight - RiverClan Territory - w/ Shadowkit 's Ebonywhisker Heatherpool frowned faintly as she picked up the bitter edge to Ebonywhisker's voice. She knew the ShadowClan cat likely wasn't thrilled to have to learn a new skill like an apprentice would but she had been hoping he would have viewed it with less bitterness. The warrior could only hope he wouldn't get too frustrated if he didn't pick it up as quickly as he likely wanted to. Her light blue gaze flickered back ahead as the patrol reached the deeper part of one of the streams that ran through their territory.
She watched as Sandruffle was quick to get to work, instructing Gullpaw to sit besides him as they eyed the water for fish. Honeylight sat a little further down from the mentor and apprentice as she settled in, ready to fish. Heatherpool hung back for a moment, trying to decide what the best spot would be for Ebonywhisker. Deciding that a middle point for him would be best since it could allow for either of the other cats to catch any fish that slipped away from him, the cream colored she-cat waved her tail in gesture for the tom to follow her over to the water's edge.
Honeylight eyed the two as they made their way over. Her gaze lingered on Ebonywhisker for a moment before shifting onto Heatherpool questioningly. "What are you doing?" she asked with a hint of tenseness in her voice.
"I'm going to start showing Ebonywhisker how to fish." Heatherpool explained then tilted her head slightly. "Unless.. you'd prefer to?"
The light brown she-cat stopped herself from wrinkling her nose and managed to just shake her. "No go ahead." she mumbled. I'd actually like to catch fish today. Someone has to make up for him being here. She thought with a hint of bitterness. Honeylight let out a small sigh and looked over at the black tom. "Good luck." she meowed blandly, her voice lacking irritation just as much as it was lacking encouragement.
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