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Post by ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ on Apr 9, 2020 13:29:01 GMT -5
Stonestar ~
The white and gray dappled tom barely moved his head as he heard the soft pawsteps moving towards him. He didn't need to, he knew who it was, the familiar scent drawing closer until finally he heard the voice of Pinehollow when he was close enough. While the tom could sometimes speak too much and could often irritate Stonestar, he was still a cat the leader could trust, as were all the cats of CrowClan. They had followed him when they had left their old land, stuck together during the long journey and now they had a chance of a new start. A new territory and new opportunities for their Clan to grow to be something spectacular. And Stonestar couldn't wait to see it happen and he wasn't about to let some other Clan get in the way of things.
"Pinehollow," the light furred tom meowed, keeping his yellow gaze on the Clan as it started to wake below them. Spottedpaw had come bounding out as she always seemed to do early in the morning, and then there was Ravenstrike going to greet her. And others were starting to appear around the two of them as well. The start of a new day. "Yes," he meowed in an even tone, finally pushing himself back onto his paws, "Today we are going to cross the border and venture into that strange Clan's territory." Maybe not him personally, he would prefer to stay here and keep an eye on things. "Would you be willing to lead the patrol?" He questioned, finally turning his bright eyes on the warrior, "Take as many others as you need. We need to appear strong and large in number. Show those other cats we are not goin to back down. Do what you have to to secure us more territory and prey."
Spottedpaw ~
The young she-cat was already getting anxious, shuffling her paws against the ground underfoot as she looked around for something to do, something to entertain her that early morning. She debated going over to Stonestar and asking if there was anything she could help with, but she pushed that thought from her mind when she saw their leader was busy talking with Pinehollow. So, the spotted she-cat huffed slightly, padding further into camp when she finally saw a familiar cat padding out of the warriors den. Ravenstrike.
"Good morning!" The young apprentice greeted happily as she bound over, closing the gap between the two of them, tail raised in greeting. Spottedpaw certainly didn't mind that the she-cat used to be a rougeand had only recently joined the Clan. Spottedpaw herself used to be a kittypet, and after she had lost her previous mentor to those stinky two-legs back on their old territory, the remainder of her apprenticeship had been handed over to Ravenstrike. She supposed Stonestar had seen it as a way for the former rougue to prove herself as a worthy warrior of CrowClan. "What are we doing today?" She wondered, eyes wide and already easily bouncing on her paws, "Are we going hunting? Maybe battle practice? Can we go and explore? I just want to get out of camp."
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Post by ℊℓоω on Apr 9, 2020 13:53:00 GMT -5
★ Pinehollow ★ Pinehollow sat with his tail resting over his paws. He watched his leader intently, awaiting his orders like a loyal hound.
"Today we are going to venture into that strange clan's territory," said Stonestar. At this, Pinehollow's ears perked. He sensed he was about to get important instructions. "Would you be willing to lead the patrol?" At this, Stonestar met his gaze. Pinehollow's green eyes sharpened with maniacal glee. He nodded.
"I'd love to lead the patrol," he agreed. His gaze scanned camp, taking stock of who was already awake. He was already anxious to set out. All of his troubles about the new camp melted away as he remembered that his clan was one to be reckoned with, and any opposition would be swiftly snuffed out. If they were being spied on now, their observers were about to learn an important lesson about Crowclan.
"Take as many others as you need," said Stonestar. "We need to appear strong and large in number. Show those other cats we're not going to back down. Do what you have to do to secure us more territory and prey."
No dismissal was necessary. As soon as he had received his orders, Pinehollow set about assembling a patrol. Stonestar was right, appearances were important, and he would need to select fighters who could intimidate the strange clan. Ravenstrike was an obvious candidate. She was an excellent fighter, and had the stature to match. He supposed Spottedpaw could come along as well, for she was older than many apprentices and stronger too. Besides, it was important to teach their younger ranks what the clan was about.
"Ladies," greeted Pinehollow, as he strode over to the two she-cats. "Can I interest you in a little crime and mischief on this fine morning?" he queried. His plan was to get the two of them on board so they had time to eat a fortifying meal while he assembled the rest of the patrol.
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Post by ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ on Apr 9, 2020 14:41:14 GMT -5
Spottedpaw ~
The you she-cat was already imagining what they would be getting up to that morning. How much of their new territory she was going to get to explore and how much prey she was going to catch. Just anything to get out of camp and get the chance to go running off, to feel the leaves under her paws and the wind rushing through her short fur, a chance to really get out and stretch her legs. Sometimes there was nothing nicer than going for a nice run. Though nothing would ever be better than climbing up a large tree and taking in the view, hearing the birds tweeting. Climbing was what she was best at, anyway and one day she was determined to find the biggest tree around and climb all the way up to the top, just to see what was up there.
But her thoughts were suddenly distracted by Pinehollow coming over. Spottedpaw eagerly turned her golden gaze away from her mentor to look at the older warrior, bouncing eagerly as the tip of her tail twitched. "Crime and mischief?" She repeated, eyes widening as she took it in, "I'm totally in! What are we doing? Are we going to steal something? Are we going to see any of those other Clan cats? Will it be dangerous?" Dangerous was quite important, her young mind had always been quite attracted to danger and she liked to think she did well in it. Any chance to impress Stonestar and Blacktalon, to prove that they had made the right choice in letter her join CrowClan as an apprentice those moons ago.
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Post by ℊℓоω on Apr 9, 2020 15:05:18 GMT -5
★ Foxstride ★ An underrated aspect of moving territories was the loss of all the herbs the medicine cats had collected over the years. Foxstride was still mourning this. While the hunters bemoaned having to find nests and burrows, he had the monumental task of locating all of the necessary herbs in a completely new territory. Sniffing out a mouse was one thing, but they had yet to locate any coltsfoot, juniper berries, or mint.
This was on his mind as he organized the stock. Their new storage was placed in the roots of their den's oak tree. Countless small compartments were created by the channels of roots, and he imagined one day they would be filled to the brim with special herbs. If he took any consolation in the move, it was that there might be herbs that they had yet to discover. Perhaps there would be something stronger than poppy seeds for easing pain, for example. There were endless possibilities. Already he had begun to identify new plants, which he hoped to test on himself before giving them as remedies to any patients. Each day as he explored the territory, he hoped that the next great discovery would be just around the bend. These were the types of things he dreamed about. The night before, for example, he had a dream that he was exploring the territory and he came upon a meadow with countless blue flowers. Before he had time to pick any of them, however, he realized the soil was red with blood.
The dream was unsettling. When Featherwind was awake, he would tell her about it.
For now, however, he wanted to stretch his legs and get his paws on some breakfast. He had a long day ahead of him.
[ I'll wait for Wrymn before writing a Pinehollow response ]
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Post by ℊℓоω on Apr 9, 2020 15:38:22 GMT -5
★ Pinehollow ★ Pinehollow was delighted with the response. Spottedpaw seemed eager to have her first real fight, and Ravenstrike was as prepared as ever.
"Stonestar wants us to investigate what the other clan has on their side of the border. Could be that they're hiding all the good land, in which case it might be time to start pushing them back toward the canyon." He lifted a paw and began cleaning between his pointy claws. "It's our job to give 'em a little scare so they know we mean business. An opportunity for battle scars indeed, at least it is for them." He chuckled and then stood up.
"You two eat a good breakfast before we head out. I want you to feel strong in case there's trouble. In the meantime, I'll ask a few others if they want to join us." With a swish of his tail, he turned and headed in the direction of the warriors' den. He mulled over each of his options with careful consideration. Scarletfern was an easy elimination. She was the opposite of intimidating and would probably cry if someone got hurt. Blacktalon was a good warrior, but he didn't want her to take over the whole operation, which she was prone to doing.
As he walked, he noticed Foxstride stretching in front of the lilac bush. He felt a pang of annoyance at the other tom, for Foxstride was one of the strongest cats in the clan, and he was wasting his potential by picking flowers all day. He scoffed and went about searching for cats who would actually contribute.
When he arrived at the entrance, he made no effort to keep quiet. He wanted everyone to know what they were up to, even if that meant waking the sleeping cats. "Dustcreek, Waspwing, you're needed for a special job."
[ I'mma make a new character named Waspwing, because I have no self control lol ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 9, 2020 16:10:19 GMT -5
Featherwind ★ 54 moons ★ Female ★ Medicine Cat★ username Featherwind is a rather small, delicate looking feline; she stands a far bit shorter than most of her clanmates and is adorned in a short, but soft, gray pelt. A darker stripe of gray runs down her spine and tail and crests over her shoulders. Small paws, a narrow face, slightly larger ears, and blue-green eyes give Featherwind a somewhat majestic, regal appearance.
True to her medicine cat nature, Featherwind is relatively gentle and nurturing - at her core she is a kind, loving soul. That is not to say she has no backbone, however; she is far from afraid of speaking her mind or standing her ground when necessary, and can be a bit of a spitfire when her temper is riled. She's fiercely independent but dedicated to her Clan.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 9, 2020 16:15:11 GMT -5
[ sure ^^ ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 9, 2020 16:18:34 GMT -5
[ I'll get a Featherwind post up in a little bit ^^ ]
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Post by ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ on Apr 9, 2020 16:47:15 GMT -5
(I lied, I can't sleep. Guess you get another reply from me)
Spottedpaw ~
The whole time Pinehollow was talking, Spottedpaw's eyes were wide and shining with wonder. This was going to be it! Her first change to really prove herself. Maybe if she did well at this, Stonestar might think she was ready to become a proper warrior early. Spottedpaw thought she was old enough now, she was a full ten moons old and could hunt and knew all the best battle moves as well. She was practically a warrior already all she needed was the chance to prove it and the apprentice couldn't help but think that this was going to be that chance.
Pinehollow told them they would be leaving soon and were to get in a good breakfast before he was padding off towards the warriors den to round up some more cats for the patrol. Spoddedpaw watched him go, practically vibrating with excitement as she turned back to her mentor. "I want a really cool scar," she instantly purred, unable to hide the excitement of the whole mission, dropping down instantly into a practices crouch like she was ready to pounce at any moment, "Those stupid mousebrains won't know what hit them. I'll sneak up on 'em and suddenly-" she let out a great cry as she suddenly sprang forward all full of energy, launching herself off the ground and landing a good couple of feet away from where she had started. Then she straightened, somewhat grinning back at Ravenstrike, almost as if she was waiting for the praise about how good her pounce had been.
Dustcreek ~
Dustcreek was still struggling somewhat to get used to all the new changes. While he understood why the Clan had to move from their old territory, that certainly didn't mean that he couldn't miss it. The open spaces and the fields and the familiar scents and smells. Even the new den he was now sleeping in didn't smell right, it still smelt strange, the smell of the other warriors not being around for long enough to really rub off on anything and make it feel more like home. Which was why he found it a little harder to sleep than usual and why he instantly opened an eye as soon as he heard Pinehollow come in.
His ears perked at the sound of his name (which had been spoken rather loudly, in fact), lifting his head off his paws to look towards the warrior. "No care to those who are still sleeping then?" He meowed as he slowly rose up to his paws, letting out a loud yawn, stretching his back to try and shake off the sleep. Though he didn't really care of everyone had been woken up, he supposed it wasn't his problem. It was Pinehollow's. Instead, the grey and white tom finally shook off his fur before padding from the den, moving past the older warrior who had woken him to sit down outside, lifting up his front right paw and unsheathing his claws. Nice and sharp, just how he liked them. "So," he spoke again, pulling his eyes away from his shining claws, "Who are we hurting this time?"
Because why else would he have been woken up for a 'speical mission'?
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 9, 2020 17:20:42 GMT -5
★ Featherwind ★ There was a soft whisper on the wind, one that Featherwind could almost grasp, but not quite. It slipped between her paws like water, and her claws did nothing to grasp at the message. She felt as though it was some message of danger, but whatever words the wind whispered were lost on the medicine cat.
She jolted awake rather suddenly, grey had snapping up to peer at the semi-darkness of the medicine cat den. Her heart was pounding rather swift and she had the feeling that she’d dreamed something important, but whenever she reached for the dream, it danced away and melted into incoherent shadows. The only things left in their wake was sporadic images and emotions that she could make no sense of. Still, she could be certain of one feeling, one omen: something was lurking on the horizon, and it would bring nothing could when it dawned.
The grey she-cat took a deep breath and held it for a moment, before she exhaled slowly, pushing away the remnants of the nightmares that had been plaguing her for a moon or so now – ever since they’d come to this new territory. They’d come to this new land to find it already inhabited, and that was a recipe for disaster. Featherwind wasn’t sure if they other clan cats were aware of them yet, but CrowClan was pushing their limits, testing the other cats’ borders. They were toing the line and it was only a matter of time before the other clan became aware of the CrowClan cats – and Featherwind could only imagine the chaos that would follow.
The small, dainty feline uncurled herself from her nest, lined with soft feathers and moss, and stood, arching her back in a stretch. Again, she shook off the cobwebs of the nightmares and left the medicine cat night, blinking in the sudden sunlight. She hadn’t seen Foxstride quite yet, but she could guess that he’d either gone to check the stock of herbs or had gone to find something to eat. Her own stomach rumbled softly at the thought of food, and Featherwind turned to pad in the direction of the fresh-kill pile. She selected a piece of prey – a rather plump, although small, mouse – and settled down to eat. There were many things to get done that day, and she’d need some food in her stomach if she wanted to get through it.
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Post by ℊℓоω on Apr 9, 2020 17:51:59 GMT -5
★ Foxstride ★ He lounged for a while in a nook under a shady fern. He wished to eat and to venture out of camp, but decided it would be better to wait for Featherwind. It was dangerous to leave camp alone. He wasn't worried about himself, but if she came out looking for him, she could run into trouble. Besides, he wanted to talk to her about the strange dreams he'd been having.
Thankfully it wasn't long before the gray she-cat appeared at the mouth of the medicine cat den. As she padded over to the fresh-kill pile, Foxstride jumped up to meet her.
"Sleep alright?" he asked warmly as he walked up beside his former mentor. She selected a mouse from the pile, and he chose a sparrow for himself. He didn't particularly like eating birds because of all the feathers he had to pick through, but someone had to do it. Besides, he always felt a bit guilty for not contributing to the clan's stockpile.
It wasn't until they had settled in to eat that he eyed her, hesitating. "I've been having some distressing dreams, personally...Frankly, it's been difficult to tell if the messages are coming from my own subconscious or from Starclan." His voice was low, indicating that he did not want to be overhead. He remained vague. For whatever reason, he was hesitant to fully retell what he had witnessed in his dream, as if talking about it would make it more real. It wasn't that he didn't trust his clanmates, but he knew they were dedicated to the mission of claiming a bountiful stretch of territory. He got the sense that most of them would do whatever Stonestar and Blacktalon asked of them, even if that meant bloodshed.
"Perhaps when we leave camp,we can speak more openly," he noted before taking the first bite of his breakfast.
★ Pinehollow ★ His rallying call was met with mostly groans and hisses of annoyance. Some cats rolled over to face the back of the den, and others glared at him with sleepy eyes.
"No care to those who are sleeping then?" came Dustcreek's groggy voice.
Pinehollow smirked as he watched the tom rise out of his nest and stretch. There was another flash of movement as Waspwing pulled himself to his paws. The two gray cats shook the sleep out of their bodies and then picked their way over to the entrance. Pinehollow turned to give them space, leading the way back to the other two members of the patrol.
"So," started Dustcreek. "Who are we hurting this time?"
Pinehollow glanced back at him, a rumbling purr sounding in his chest. "No one important," he answered vaguely. He sat down next to Spottedpaw and Ravenstrike. "All I can say is, be ready to use those," his green eyes gestured down to Dustcreek's flexing claws.
"Just tell us already, mousebrain," hissed Waspwing. The large gray tom was no fan of Pinehollow's, but the two could usually work together when the situation called for it.
"Stonestar has instructed us to go rough up a few cats up north. We need to send a message to the other clan that we won't let them dictate where we hunt. How's that sound?" At this, Waspwing's expression shifted from one of skepticism to one of mild surprise. If he was still annoyed with Pinehollow, it was no longer written all over his face. This time he nodded.
"Alright, then. I'm ready to leave whenever all of you are."
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 9, 2020 18:55:58 GMT -5
★ Featherwind ★ Featherwind wasn't alone at the fresh-kill pile for long. A moment or two after she'd settled down, her former apprentice, Foxstride, made himself known. "Sleep alright?" he queried, voice warm, as he sat down beside her, selecting a sparrow for himself. Featherwind eyed his choice and chuffed out a laugh, knowing he was far from a fan of eating birds; "too many feathers," he'd say. She couldn't say she disagreed with him, though the feathers would make a nice addition to a nest, especially the downy ones. "Morning," she greeted with a purr. They sat in companionable silence for a moment while Foxstride set about removing all of the feathers on his sparrow, but then he seemed to hesitate, eying Featherwind. Clearly, he wanted to ask something, but was uncertain. Featherwind tensed slightly when he spoke.
"I've been having some distressing dreams, personally," he told her, although he kept his voice low, like he didn't want the rest of the clan to overhear. Ah, medicine cat business, then? At the mention of dreams, Featherwind froze momentarily, whipping her head around to stare at Foxstride with her blue-green eyes. She felt uncertainty settle in her stomach, blending with a senses of dread until her appetite was all but gone. It was bad enough that she seemed to be having dreams. If only one medicine cat was, then she could more easily write it off as nothing more than a cat's subconscious. But if they were both having dreams, then it was likely that StarClan was trying to warn them about something. "Frankly, it's been difficult to tell if the messages are coming from my own subconscious or from StarClan," he continued.
Featherwind closed her eyes. It had to be StarClan, then, if they were both getting similar dreams. "Perhaps when we leave camp, we can speak more openly," Foxstride told her, before he settled in to scarfing down his sparrow. In other words: I don't want the rest of the Clan to hear, at least not yet. She could understand that. Featherwind brushed her tail along Foxstride's flank, letting him know that she understood his hidden messages and agreed. Once they were out in the quiet of the forest, they'd speak. She took a bite of her mouse, although the food felt like a stone in her stomach.
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Post by ℊℓоω on Apr 9, 2020 19:47:02 GMT -5
★ Foxstride ★ When he finished eating, Foxstride sat up and proceeded to quickly groom his pelt. As he washed himself, he noticed a patrol was forming on the other side of camp. Pinehollow sat in a circle which included Ravenstrike, Spottedpaw, Waspwing, and Dustcreek. Though Foxstride was too far away to hear what they were discussing, an uneasy feeling formed in the pit of his stomach. He noticed Stonestar was watching from a distance, and he guessed the leader was the one who ordered the patrol to form. There was a strange silence over camp, the same silence that falls over the mountains just before it starts to rain. Why were four of the best fighters in the clan going somewhere together? Foxstride glanced at his former mentor, sharing a questioning look with her.
"Shall we go?" he asked, standing. He hadn't finished his sparrow, but he was no longer hungry. He desired to stretch his legs and shake off the uncomfortable feeling that had followed him since waking up. Perhaps the patrol was simply going hunting. Besides, he and Featherwind had their own work to do. Their stock was dangerously low, and they needed to find the necessities in the event that things reached a head at the border.
"I think the objective for today should be to find marigold and stinging nettle. We'll need something to put in wounds if..." he trailed off. Then he made a conscious choice to brighten his tone and said, "if Blacktalon falls into a thorn bushel again. Come on, there are some spots up the beach trail that I have yet to investigate." He stood and shook out his thick, glossy pelt. Rolling his shoulders for a long walk, he gave another knowing look to his companion and began walking in the direction of the camp entrance.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 9, 2020 20:02:48 GMT -5
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