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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 15, 2020 18:08:00 GMT -5
Maplestorm bit her tongue at another retort to the tom's defensiveness, watching instead as he forced himself to push onto his injured paw. "Oh, come on, there's no need to prove anything to me. You'll just land yourself in the elder's den by tomorrow if you keep up like that," she chuckled, caring less about the warrior's pain and more about his humourously damaged pride. Screechlight's input into the conversation only exacerbated her taunting. "That's right, Cavegrowl, you may and want to tell Swiftfrost. We don't want injured warriors when there's a vicious squirrel on our territory." She eyed her leader inquisitively, wondering if he would tell her to cease her baiting of Cavegrowl, or if he had the spirit in him to join in. She doubted the later, but there was much she didn't know about Screechlight, and Maplestorm was all too aware of how surprising cats' natures could turn out to be inside.
Swiftfrost / Berrystorm Aphelyon : Medicine Cat Den Swiftfrost tssked his tongue softly as Berrystorm made to lick his wound. "A scrape, that means nothing to me." Swiftfrost squinted closely and eyed the injury, shaking his head. "No need to be embarrassed for how it's happened, I've healed infinitely more mousebrained injuries than yours, that you can always count on." Briskly, the old tom turned his back to sift through dried herbs, settled in stacks with one another, a mass that looked jumbled to all eyes but his own. "I don't think I'll ever get used to you warriors and your notions," Swiftfrost purred in amusement, raspy, and wry, and he pawed over stems and shriveled berries. "If it's a cut from a battle, you hardly even want it covered in cobwebs, so proud you are to show it off. But the same wound from a branch or a root? It's as if you'll die of embarrassment. Aha." With a bundle of cobweb in his maw, he pushed along dried marigold petals to the white warrior. As he began to chew the flowers into a poultice, he meowed, "What do you make of the lights last night?" He knew full well that Screechlight, or Ashbird rather, didn't want him stirring up fear amongst the clan about the bad omen seen above the ceremony. But Swiftfrost was simply curious how Berrystorm felt, and besides, he'd hardly take a warrior's opinion on matters so mystical anyway, so clearly there'd be no harm. Rootpaw didn't half mind Bumblepaw's suggestion. She liked to be in the lead, it gave her more of a distraction instead of wandering off to pick on some anthill or other prickly creatures. When his mentor joined however, her hopes were swiftly crushed. Why was Skyrunner so reluctant to give them a little freedom? Maybe he was too used to having Bumblepaw, and not a practised mature apprentice like herself, she thought with a haughty smirk. She felt a wave of appreciation for her own mentor, who had been easier on Rootpaw than some other warriors she had witnessed. All the same, Rootpaw sighed at Ashbird's deicision. Soft ground, so Bumblepaw could bounce right off the dirt when she inevitably shoved him to the soil. Rootpaw flicked her tail at the younger tom. "You're lucky you're getting soft ground. I might not let my claws out, but I can still pin you with a single paw!" she purred, and wondered internally if she would still be able to have such easy banter with her denmates as a warrior. Rootpaw wasn't looking forward to being at the bottom of the pack, even though she wanted more than anything to be granted the freedom and responsibility she deserved. But being the youngest again? That was a role she had never much enjoyed.
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 16, 2020 12:02:38 GMT -5
Swiftfrost / Berrystorm Aphelyon : Medicine Cat Den Swiftfrost tssked his tongue softly as Berrystorm made to lick his wound. "A scrape, that means nothing to me." Swiftfrost squinted closely and eyed the injury, shaking his head. "No need to be embarrassed for how it's happened, I've healed infinitely more mousebrained injuries than yours, that you can always count on." Briskly, the old tom turned his back to sift through dried herbs, settled in stacks with one another, a mass that looked jumbled to all eyes but his own. "I don't think I'll ever get used to you warriors and your notions," Swiftfrost purred in amusement, raspy, and wry, and he pawed over stems and shriveled berries. "If it's a cut from a battle, you hardly even want it covered in cobwebs, so proud you are to show it off. But the same wound from a branch or a root? It's as if you'll die of embarrassment. Aha." With a bundle of cobweb in his maw, he pushed along dried marigold petals to the white warrior. As he began to chew the flowers into a poultice, he meowed, "What do you make of the lights last night?" He knew full well that Screechlight, or Ashbird rather, didn't want him stirring up fear amongst the clan about the bad omen seen above the ceremony. But Swiftfrost was simply curious how Berrystorm felt, and besides, he'd hardly take a warrior's opinion on matters so mystical anyway, so clearly there'd be no harm. Berrystorm shuffled his paws a bit, willing to let the medicine cat think that he was embarrassed because he got the wound hunting and not in battle, rather than from his own sheer clumsiness. He had actually managed to catch the squirrel, at least- though he wasn't sure if it was his claws that killed it, or his weight when they fell. Half-lost in that thought, he almost didn't hear Swiftfrost's question, though when it registered his eyes widened slightly, and he shifted his gaze to the ground. Truth be told, he didn't know what to make of them- prophecies and omens and all that sort of thing had always been beyond him. He was good for chasing squirrels and not much more, and he doubted there was any opinion or insight that he could give the medicine cat that would interest him.
"I, um," he meowed eloquently, stumbling over his words a bit from surprise at even being asked. "Well, it's... bad, right?" You mousebrain, of course it's bad. "It seems unfortunate for Sunhawk and Lightningmask, mostly," he added quickly. "Like maybe it means that being a warrior will be bad for them? Maybe something bad related to them being a warrior will happen? I-I don't really know," he finished meekly, licking his chest again out of habit (and no doubt making Swiftfrost curse a bit with his movement, he realized, and quickly held still again).
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2020 12:56:29 GMT -5
I’m sorry for not being on for past two days. I’ve been helping my mom and grandma since my grandpa died. I’ll try to be on today))
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Post by lazy penguin on Apr 16, 2020 13:08:15 GMT -5
Screechlight Screechlight sighed. He didn't expect any warrior to be proud of the fact that they got injured, but being so stubborn about needing help was actively putting both Cavegrowl and the clan in danger. What was it Mom always said, he thought, whiskers twitching, as long as an injury won't kill you, you don't need to bother anyone. Hawklight would be proud of Cavegrowl's pride, but Screechlight just thought the tom was being stupid.
"I do need you cleared by Swiftfrost," he called, as Cavegrowl started to walk away. "Ashbird was planning on having you lead the dawn patrol tomorrow with her and it would be irresponsible to assign a warrior who may or may not have an injury that role." It was an old tactic that his mother would have scoffed at- giving the warrior something they wanted in exchange for something you wanted. Hawklight would have just ordered Cavegrowl to the medicine cat if she was that worried- she wouldn't allow her warriors to disobey her wishes.
Turning his attention to Maplestorm, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. The younger she-cat looked so pleased by her own teasing it was hard not to laugh. "Maybe Maplestorm would like to take you to the medicine cat den- just so you don't trip and hurt yourself more."
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Post by lazy penguin on Apr 16, 2020 13:09:17 GMT -5
no you're totally fine @stitchlover20, take all the time you need)
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Post by Falconwing on Apr 17, 2020 9:27:37 GMT -5
Cavegrowl Camp - Clearing -> Medi Cat Den || Screechlight lazy penguin Maplestorm & Swiftfrost Stealthfire Pelt bristling and claws flexing Cavegrowl was seething with frustration and anger towards Maplestorm. She had weaseled her way under his pelt and was getting on the dark toms last nerve. The elder comment had Cavegrowl considering to take a unsheathed claw swipe at the molly. Just as he turned to face her to play out his intentions Screechlight spoke up once again halting him in his tracks. Allowing his amber glare to linger on Maplestorm for a moment longer the warrior finally relented and turned away. "Yes Screechlight, I'll make sure I'm cleared for tomorrow morning patrol". Turning away from the pair Cavegrowl left them in the camps clearing as he made his way to the medicine cats den. Still grumpy from the recent encounter with Maplestorm, the grey warrior paused at the dens entrance. He needed a moment to try an settle himself before he lashed out at Swiftfrost or anyone else for that matter. After a couple of moments Cavegrowl advanced into the den. "Swiftfrost?!" He called out as he caught sight of the tom tensing Berrystorm. "When your done, think you could check out my paw and clear me for tomorrow dawn patrol?" Hanging back the tom did his best not to be in the way until it was his turn.
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Post by lazy penguin on Apr 17, 2020 12:53:43 GMT -5
Final Timeskip Announcement
So today is the day of the timeskip! I'll be posting the official skip at 8:00 PM CST so you have until then to continue rp interactions and such.
That being said there are some urgent things that need to be addressed. For apprentices Rootpaw (Stealthfire ) would be made a warrior, Coldpaw (Starchaser ) would be made a warrior very shortly, and Bumblepaw (ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » ) would have only a moon of training left. If any of the rpers want to age down apprentices or find a way to edit/change this plan, please let me know.
We technically have one more spot open for a prophecy kit if anyone wanted to take that, if not the three we have will be final. For Poppynose (Blaze ♡ ) and Maplestorm (Stealthfire ) we need to figure out when during the skip they had their kits so we know what age the prophecy and assumed prophecy cats are. I believe we also need a mate for Poppynose who would be the younger brother of Screechlight and father of the prophecy kits, but if no one wants to take that role maybe we can come up with a cat and say he died in the war a moon ago or something?
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 17, 2020 13:27:12 GMT -5
(I'd be willing to make the father of the prophecy kits if he's needed. No promises I wouldn't still kill him off at some later point for dramatic effect though ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 17, 2020 14:56:04 GMT -5
[ I would actually be cool with what you mentioned earlier if Rootpaw's training was postponed a moon after Ashbird's death, so her ceremony could be alongside Coldpaw's if Starchaser is alright with that. It would give her lots of angst to play around with going forward>:)
Blaze ♡ lazy penguin As for Maple/Screech kits, do you guys think they should be born before or after Poppy's? I'm grand either way, but I feel like directly after makes the most sense since Maple and Screech only get together right after Ashbird's death ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Apr 17, 2020 15:32:45 GMT -5
Alright that's chill!
I figured that the assumed prophecy kits would be younger, yeah, but probably not by much. They would be under a moon old so idk when blaze was thinking of Poppynose having her kits.
And Aphelyon no worries if you're not thrilled about making him- but if you want to I'm 100% down for him dying in a dramatic fashion to increase tension)
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 17, 2020 18:07:08 GMT -5
(nah I'm perfectly fine making him! I didn't mean to sound reluctant, I just like having at least a few characters that I don't mind killing off, and ones that mostly serve a role in other characters' lives as opposed to having their own major plot is usually a good candidate for that lol.)
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Post by lazy penguin on Apr 17, 2020 19:24:45 GMT -5
(Alright great!
Feel free to update forms if you want, I can just age up cats too if you don't have anything else to change!)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2020 19:26:10 GMT -5
I can take the last prophecy kit if that’s okay ))
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Apr 17, 2020 19:35:42 GMT -5
[ I am here! and yeah, I was thinking that Poppy's kits are going to be under a moon old post-time skip; which is hard to write out in forms, so we can just say they are a moon old xD i mostly lowkey envisioned they are the age where they still need to drink milk but can start eating tiny pieces of prey ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Apr 17, 2020 21:05:24 GMT -5
Timeskip SummitClan | 3 moons
The day dragged on to a slow end, patrols returning with mouthfuls of prey and reports of a peaceful border. For a week the clan was calm- the disastrous sign of the Northern Lights fading slightly in everyone's memory. Surely, there wouldn't be anything to rock the core of the clans for many, many more moons?
The first day of the war began like a normal day- except for the absence of the clan's deputy. While it was common for Ashbird to go on morning walks around the territory- she never missed patrol assignments. She was never this late.
Worried that she might have fallen down a ravine, or injured herself- Screechlight sent out search parties all over the mountain. Her body was found just as the sun hit it's highest point in the sky.
Sent to the Silver Falls, it was Sunhawk and Lightningmask who saw her frame bobbing limp in the shallows of the pool below. Though the water had washed away the blood, the scratch through her throat made it clear that her death was not an accident.
Though the warriors brought her body back to camp- there were many in camp who suspected them of her murder- after all the lights at their ceremony had warned the clan of something bad. It was Screechlight who blamed the other clans the most. After all- his mate had been found in a place shared between RiftClan and GrottoClan- and more importantly they had the most motive.
After calling an emergency meeting, Screechlight warned Glowlight and Thunderlight, that if they refused to find and punish the murderer in one of their clans he would be forced to take extreme action. When neither leader dared to accuse one of their clanmates, he declared war, saying he would find his mate's killer no matter what it took.
Returning to his clan, he shared the news with his clanmates, before retreating into his den. Under the moonlight, he chose his new deputy- Bearheart.
The next night, Ashbird's body was burned her spirit joining with the others in the Haze.
The war didn't pick up, until a moon after the declaration. Since it was based around revenge and not territory gain- Screechlight's original order was to attack patrols seen along the border, and these attacks, while sparse, were fairly effective. The clan's first attack for another clan's territory, however, was a bitter defeat. A patrol lead by Bearheart, was sent to try and take claim over the Crystal Pools where Ashbird was found. However, the battle was over swiftly, and SummitClan was left only with wounds to lick and embarrassment. While Screechlight still has ambitions of taking territory- the clan has reverted back to it's old methods and hasn't made any new grabs at territory.
Another sore spot among the claim was Ashbird's apprentice, Rootpaw. While she was reassigned to Berrystorm, her naming ceremony was delayed. She is now expected to be given her full warrior title alongside Coldpaw.
The time of war, however, brought in new life. Two moons after the murder, Poppynose and Morningstripe had three kits: Spottedkit, Brightkit, and Honeykit. A moon after that Maplestorm and Screechlight had Pikakit, Shinekit, and Shiverkit- kits assumed to be the cats of the prophecy.
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 17, 2020 21:59:09 GMT -5
(I made a form for the father, Morningstripe.)
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Post by lazy penguin on Apr 17, 2020 23:03:28 GMT -5
(Ope I totally did lmao)
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Post by lazy penguin on Apr 18, 2020 9:15:48 GMT -5
(Morning y'all, I'll post new starters this afternoon, was there anyone who wanted to interact with one of my cats?)
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 18, 2020 9:44:03 GMT -5
[would be very intrigued to do Screech/Maple for a little bit if you want!]
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Post by lazy penguin on Apr 18, 2020 10:18:44 GMT -5
(Yeah of course!)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2020 11:07:07 GMT -5
I have Skyrunner, Patchpelt, and Mosspaw open!)
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Post by Falconwing on Apr 18, 2020 13:40:24 GMT -5
《Feel free to toss your cats at mine anyone! 》 •¤Whitewhisp¤• Camp || Open to anyone Waking up as the bird songs began to grow louder and the sun started on its daily path through the skys Whitewhisp decided it was time that she joined the waking world. Stiffly moving from her nest out into the open area of camp the warrior stretched out her legs. Her green eyes remained partially closed as they slowly accustomed to her surroundings. As she began her daily morning routine a growl from within her hungry belly rumbled forth. It was a sad reminder that the warrior had been to busy on her border patrol last night to eat anything before returning to camp and crashing into her nest with exhaustion. Now she was rushing through her tangled pelt so she could leave for a hunt. There was nothing better than sinking in to a warm piece of prey. As she groomed down to her tail Whitewhisp kept her eyes open for a hunting partner. •●Cavegrowl●• Camp || Open Having been awake for a while now Cavegrowl sat ready in the center of camp slowly picking at the bones of a bird that he had grabbed from the fresh kill pile. The warrior was eager and ready to get on with the day. His amber eyes scanned the camps clearing in search of Bearheart. The grey warrior was inching to to something productive and hoped to be a part of the dawn patrol, or maybe any other task the deputy or clan leader had in mind.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Apr 18, 2020 13:43:02 GMT -5
starters starters :D
Sunhawk with open / tags outside of warrior's den The ginger tom was sitting outside of warrior's den with his tail tucked neatly over his paws. There was a blank expression planted on his face.
Perhaps he lied to his sister all of those moons ago that things would change for the better. Circumstances had changed. Ashbird had been dead for moons... he could still remember that fateful day clearly. He was patrolling with Lightningmask since most of their clanmates still stayed clear of them when they saw her still body. Some of their clanmates blamed them and these past two moons haven't been easy with the hushed whispers spreading across camp. Tensions were high. Screechlight was on a war path with the other clans.
Poppynose with open / tags nursery With a soft hum, Poppynose gazed down at her sleeping kits. Her gaze was soft as she leaned down to nudge their sleeping forms closer to her stomach. She wished they would stay little forever but she knew soon that Bright, Honey, and Spotted would yearn to explore. It was safer in the nursery then outside camp. Her whiskers twitched and she felt a slight pang of sadness for their lost clanmate. She did believe in Screehlight and that the other clans deserved to pay but deep inside, she couldn't help but worry about her kits and their future.
Mooncherry with open / tags fresh-kill pile She gently pulled off a piece of the mouse she was eating and started to chew slowly. Her amber eyes flickering around ravine, watching her clanmates with curious, yet stifled expression. Sometimes she couldn't stop herself from searching for the familiar pelt of her sister, not that her and Ashbird were close but they were family. Family meant a lot more to Mooncherry than she cared to admit. She just hoped that Screechlight would be able to bring her killers to justice.
As she ate, she couldn't help but wonder where Crumblepaw had wandered off too. She had plans for them to go out and do some battle training today. Mooncherry figured she would ask the other mentors if they wanted to join her; however, she knew that Coldpaw and Rootpaw had already proved themselves as capable warriors.
Quietstorm
with open / tags Living Stones Stretching out on a warm rock, Quietstorm closed his eyes. The bulky tom wasn't worried about anything attacking him here. He had slipped out of camp before most had awaken. It was nice to be out of the bustle and energy out of camp. Also he didn't to get away before he snapped at their leader for being an imbecile. He knew he was hard for the tom since Ashbird had died but Quietstorm was starting to think Screechlight had lose all rational thought. Not that he had any to begin with, he thought with an amused huff.
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Post by lazy penguin on Apr 18, 2020 13:45:21 GMT -5
Screechlight Screechlight sat in the middle of the leader's den waiting for the shadows to swallow him whole. It was dark- dawn having just broke, and the night had been quiet. He hadn't been able to sleep, so instead he just curled up in his nest and let his thoughts consume the time.
The leader's den was lonely now. Maplestorm hadn't moved her bedding in here before moving to the nursery, and he doubted her presence would do much to chase away the overwhelming atmosphere.
Get up little soldier, his mother's voice hissed in his ear. You have a war to wage- lives to waste, revenge to receive. Still he sat there in oppressive silence, his bones refusing to move.
It was the sun peering in through the roots, that brought him out of bed and into the camp below. His fur was disheveled, though he'd tried to groom it this morning, and if his fur wasn't so long his clanmates would be able to see the faint outline of his ribs against his skin. He looked around camp, trying to spot his deputy. When he saw no sign of Bearheart, he headed to the nursery.
He hoped the kits had slept better- according to the prophecy Swiftfrost received, Shiverkit, Pikakit, and Shinekit would save the clan in the future. Poking his head into the den- he saw the sleeping forms of Poppynose and Maplestorm. Morningstripe's kits were a lively bunch, and Screechlight was happy that his brother was starting a family of his own. But he still wasn't sure what to think about Maplestorm. Their relationship was based around fulfilling the prophecy, not love or affection. Still, he did still respect the warrior, and more importantly he loved his kits.
"Morning Maplestorm," he meowed in a hushed tone, not wanting to wake any sleeping queens or kits. "How are you doing?"
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 18, 2020 14:33:53 GMT -5
Blazing eyes pierced through her dark face, awakened by her name. A confident feeling overcame her as she set her sights upon Screechlight. She always found herself emboldened when speaking to the father of her kits, perhaps because of how attached she created herself to become to his life. Until recently, she had rarely spoken to the leader, barely registered in his circle of acquaintances, and certainly not belonged to his friends. Maplestorm had few of those to begin with. Everything the last three moons happened so quickly, like she was falling into the right place at the right time. The unspoken knowledge of an opportunity to have a family, the most important family in her clan's history, was all Maplestorm had needed to place herself within Screechlight's life for this exact purpose.
The kits at her side were tinier than those which nestled against Poppynose, but all so beautiful and hopeful. "Hello Screechlight," she returned, her voice even and measured. "I'm feeling very well. They're well too. Can you remind Swiftfrost to check on them soon? I don't think he's taking this as seriously as he should," she nearly growled. Maplestorm was determined to have the very best for her kits, including constant reassurance that they were in perfect health. The terrifying first days of Shiverkit's life gave the queen all the more reason to demand ultimate care for her litter, even now as the little tom still breathed beside her. "You would think everyone in this clan would be a bit more concerned with the wellbeing of our kits. The leader's kits, for goodness' sake, and not to mention the ones who will be saving all of their lives." She squirmed uncomfortably as she complained, never pleased with the treatment she received.
Boulderpath / Mooncherry Blaze ♡ : Fresh-kill Pile Boulderpath stepped out of the warrior's den to meet the daylight. His body still ached from the border patrol he had been on the night before, though he wasn't sure if it was from pushing himself or remaining so tense throughout in case of a likely skirmish. Border patrol had become much more arduous tasks since Ashbird's death. He padded over to meet Mooncherry at the fresh-kill pile, believing the she-cat would be agreeable to an offer of training their apprentices together that day. It was important for the brothers to work alongside one another, and useful for Boulderpath to judge how well Wolfpaw was progressing compared with an apprentice of his same age.
"Hello, Mooncherry. Have you seen either Crumblepaw or Wolfpaw yet? I was thinking of taking them out together today, how does that sound to you?" He offered a kind smile to his denmate, his compassion making him ever aware of the loss that doubtlessly still hung around her. He, too, had felt great pain at such a grisly end to a fine deputy. As a relatively just cat however, Boulderpath found it hard to remain keen on attacking other clans out of revenge for an unproven murder. However, his honour and word to his leader meant too much for him to ever stray from his duty.
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Post by lazy penguin on Apr 18, 2020 15:58:12 GMT -5
Blizzardtuft Blizzardtuft sat in the warriors den, trying to clean her recent battle wounds. The last three moons she had suffered from many minor injuries- a scratch here, a torn ear there, you name it. Of course, it was partially her fault for volunteering for so many border patrols- but she just couldn't bear the thought of someone else getting injured instead. Just last week a scuffle with RiftClan her with a fresh scars criss-crossing down her left flank.
Finding her mission futile, she decided to leave the den, and see if she was needed in camp. She was hoping to take Mosspaw out for some battle practice later this afternoon, but with how tense things had been within the clan, she wanted to make sure the young cat go enough sleep.
Spotting her sister in the center of camp, padded over to Whitewhisp, catching a glimpse of a very sad fresh-kill pile on the way out. "Whitewhisp, how was your patrol last night?" She knew her sister had been assigned to the evening patrol, but not the result of it. Was there an encounter? Did she get hurt?
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 18, 2020 16:57:26 GMT -5
Rootpaw dragged herself from the apprentice's den, its surroundings seeming smaller and more dull each day. Ashbird would never have let her training last this long. She had known how ready the apprentice was, moons ago. It was the first thing she thought about when she woke up and the last thing before she went to sleep. "Hi, Coldpaw," she greeted the tom who sat outside their den. It had become clear now that her ceremony was to be tied to his own, which meant she depended on him to be ready as well. Rootpaw hated depending on the skills of others. "I wonder if we'll be assigned to a border patrol today. Maybe Screechlight's waiting for us to win a battle until he finally makes us warriors. What do you think?"
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Post by Falconwing on Apr 18, 2020 17:57:21 GMT -5
•¤Whitewhisp¤• Camp || Blizzardtuft ( lazy penguin) Stormchaser ( Starchaser) As the last bits of her tail were coming untangled Blizzardtuft approached inquiring about last night patrol. Instantly the clean white molly perked up and turned to face her sister happy for the company. Leaning in close Whitewhisp began to speak and a hushed tone. "You won't believe what happened! I ran into a Riftclan warrior", her green eyes widened as she confessed to her most trusted friend. As everyone in the clan knew that while on border patrol if you come across another clan there would be a battle of some sort. However this was not the case for Whitewhisp and her encounter with the Riftclan warrior. "I was traveling ahead of the patrol because the others stopped to make dirt and I practically stumbled into her. We just both froze for a minute until the patrol began to catch up and ... I let her go.." the confession held great weight. If the wrong ears had managed to catch hold of her words the warrior could be in serious trouble. Little did she know Stormchaser had just approached hovering just a few tail lengths away.
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 18, 2020 19:38:28 GMT -5
Rootpaw allowed herself to relax and try to get along with Coldpaw. After all, it wasn't his fault he was younger than her, and it certainly wasn't his fault that she still shared the same den as him. She listened fairly, he made a good point about SummitClan's need for more warriors. "Does it matter though if we're warriors or not? It's not battles we're fighting, it's little border patrols that we would be on anyways as apprentices. Maybe he doesn't care if we get our names or not. We still have to fight if we're attacked on the border." It was apparent that Screechlight had been busy, as the tom supposed. Losing a mate, declaring war on two clans, and fathering a litter of kits, Rootpaw didn't have full confidence in him before, and she didn't expect him to remember two apprentices' ceremonies now. She knew full well just how powerful Ashbird had been in keeping the clan together. Screechlight didn't stand a chance without her, the young she-cat believed shortly after learning of her mentor's death. "We're both ready. I know that for sure." She looked at him earnestly, as praise was rarely given for anyone but herself from her own lips. Whether she liked it or not, she was stuck in this war, an apprentice, alongside him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2020 21:28:36 GMT -5
I’ll post starters soon))
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