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Post by willowflower on May 27, 2020 20:39:23 GMT -5
((heya! i am at long last free from class! ))
“Sounds good,” Waterpaw said, shoulders relaxing a little at the formation of a plan. “We’ll head out as soon as possible, then.” She felt enormous gratitude towards Ripplecreek’s organization - it gave her hope that they could, somehow, figure out a way to form a home here. That it would be alright after all.
Her ear twitched when she glanced over at Thunderstorm. As an apprentice, technically she should be deferring to her warrior elders, but after Fernwhisker… after she became the only medicine cat in the clan, she found her dynamic with them rapidly changing - as well as her attitude around them. Take Thunderstorm, for example. That stubborn tom had driven her nuts whenever she tried to treat him, especially if he got himself hurt working himself to the bone. Now that she's the one feeding him herbs, she wasn't as afraid to warn him off pushing himself too hard for the sake of the clan. Silverlily and Thunderstorm both, she thought dryly. Darn stubborn warriors.
She nodded at Silverlily. “Lead the way.” Once they all headed off Waterpaw would say, “So. How are you all doing on this fine morning?”, as if not absolutely low-key directing her words at the queen.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 27, 2020 21:20:24 GMT -5
It seemed that Thunderstorm offered no room for argument, not that the shy young huntress would have gone out of her way to refuse, as far as she was concerned the more willing to help the better. If they worked well enough the clan’s first meal in their new home would be considered nothing short of a feast. ”Okay,” was all she said with a nod of her head to the younger warrior. Paws itching to get moving, and more than aware that her comrades for the morning were likely in a similar boat. When it seemed her little patrol was complete, on nervous paws the huntress led the way from the area dubbed temporary camp. Trying to chase the idea from her mind that every passing shadow was a monster or threat. This place might have been new, but she wanted more than words to describe for it to be home. Her movements were quiet and careful, her every sense trained on any hint of food. But beyond that she concentrated on something that she’d never really tried to, the trickle or perhaps even thunder of water that might indicate a water source. This state of concentration was apparent, though she would cast the occasional glance back in the direction of her two companions. Wanting to keep well in range of the pair in case things went belly up. But she was distracted from that state by the apprentice’s question, she twitched an ear back and shrugged. “Thirsty,” she lied, the queasiness not yet shaken. She promised not to say anything, she reminded herself but took effort not to say as much aloud. “Yourself?”
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Post by little blu ♥ on May 27, 2020 22:59:40 GMT -5
( May I claim, Kit 1? I got inspired for a personality and just rolled with it... cx I didn't know what age he would be, so I left that blank so I could ask you? I tried to estimate and then I got all confused because I am bad at math. Let me know if I need to make any changes! ^^ )
Thistlekit tom - 6 moons
a small white tom with wild fur and large soft gray patches, deep blue eyes.
An agile feline, built on the smaller side of the spectrum, though whether this is due to genetics or malnourishment is unclear. His fur thick and wild, unable to be tamed no matter how many times it's groomed, which is probably why his father gave him the prefix Thistle. Large dove gray patches cover his back, flanks, legs, and tail. His face has a two gray patches, one just to the left of his chin, trailing down to his throat, and the other covers his right eye and most of his cheek. The only other color on Thistlekit is the black tips to his ears and tail, as well as the soft dusty pink of his nose and paw pads. Then there are his blue eyes, which are deep and directly inherited from his mother. He has small scars on his legs, stomach, and flanks from where he was dragged out of the burning camp when he was not yet a moon old. Thistlekit is a compassionate feline who's head is filled with constant questions and wonder about the world around him, especially since he's seen so much in such a short lifetime. Though he doesn't quite understand the darker moments the clan has had, even the loss of his own parents, the tom is like any other child and responds to the overall mood of those around him. This keeps him quiet a lot of the time, unwilling to show his fear to the others, not wanting to put more burden upon shoulders that are already overflowing. Thistlekit has matured rather quickly in some aspects, like his understanding of emotions and caution of the world, but in other ways he is still just a kitten, like his desperate need for affection and his fear of the dark. The patched tom always tries to put on a brave face, because if he believes he is brave hard enough, maybe one day it'll become true. Spot filled: Kit 1 Relationships: Son of Warrior 9(Graystrom) and Queen 2(Snowyfur), adopted son of Silverlily. Screen name: little blu ♥
Snowyfur she-cat - died at 32 moons - death by fire a thick furred pure white she-cat with deep blue eyes, was partly deaf in left ear.
Graystorm tom - died at 32 moons - death by starvation a mainly light gray tom with darker gray and black smudges and bright yellow eyes.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 27, 2020 23:06:58 GMT -5
Aww! Silver has a son!
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Post by ❈ ─ sollux ─ ❈ on May 27, 2020 23:26:31 GMT -5
[ whew, sorry for disappearing for a hot minute there ^^' got distracted by a huge buffet of food + the dishes that quickly followed lol ]
The distant thrum of conversation pulled Cedarwing from her slumber, and her eyes slowly peeled open to welcome in the gentle early morning rays. She blinked sleep from her eyes as she rose to a seated position, and a huge yawn overtook her soon after. She was surprised to feel so well-rested, especially after their arduous journey to their makeshift camp - her paws still ached and felt calloused from their trek from their former home, and her muscles felt stiff and uncomfortable from overuse. Her aches and pains did not sour her mood, though, but made her grateful to see the dawn of the new day - a thought she would often share with her sister when they roused in the morning sun to share tongues before her untimely death.
The thought pierced the young warrior’s heart, and she fought back the crippling feeling to caterwaul and throw herself onto the ground so that she could mourn her late sibling. She had to stay strong for now, and ignore the tumultuous emotions that roiled within her like a furious storm; her Clan needed her more than she needed her release. This was for certain.
Cedarwing’s attention was drawn to Silverlily, Waterpaw, and Thunderstorm - all of whom offered to take part in a hunting patrol. Her whiskers twitched with slight disappointment, for the thought of exploring the Clan’s new territory appealed to her. But after a short contemplation, she found that her skills would be better suited in the camp where she could assist Ripplecreek and Mudpaw with etching out the Clan’s new camp. It was strangely a rather exciting idea.
From where she sat, she mewed, "I suppose I will stay behind and help with the camp building as well. I’m sure I can put these paws to good use stamping out a few dens.” The warrior held back a flinch as she rose from her paws to pad over to her leader and the young apprentice near him; her muscles ached just a bit more than she’d originally anticipated, but she did her best to hide her discomfort. “What do you suggest we start with first?” She paused for a moment, contemplating her own question, and mused aloud, “Perhaps the nursery, for our little one… or maybe the medicine cat’s den, for the future herb stores?”
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ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ
just another day at the office
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Post by ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ on May 27, 2020 23:32:51 GMT -5
little blu ♥ yes we would love to have you! As for his age, as his motger died in the fire, he would have been born before that. And that would have been ateast 6 moons ago so he would be apprentice age if you want to decide he was still 0 moons during the fire. But with everything happening rhere has been no time to have a proper apprentice ceremony or picking a mentor. Even now it will take a bit of time, the same with the older apprentices, because Ripplestar wants to get settled properly before taking care of such ceremonies. So I would say he is probably 6 moons, maybe a bit more. But that is up to you!)
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Post by little blu ♥ on May 27, 2020 23:38:28 GMT -5
( Okay, thank you for that, I thought as much but I wanted to make sure. I'm embarrassingly bad at math >.< Six moons it is, all fixed! )
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Post by little blu ♥ on May 28, 2020 0:11:22 GMT -5
The little scrap of white and gray fur that remained lying in the empty space that formally served as a resting area for the rest of the clan, shivered as a breeze ruffled his fur, seeping into his chill his bones. Thistlekit groaned in complaint, a pitiful sound that barely echoed in the early morning as his short legs pulled tighter to his body in a desperate attempt to preserve heat. That lasted for a few moments before a yawn shook the young tomcat's whole body and he rolled onto his back, stretching his paws up, as though he were reaching for the sky. Two deep blue eyes slid open slowly, trying to blink away the drowsiness as he tried to adjust to his reality. Thistlekit began to realize that there weren't any other cats in his direct vicinity, especially no Silverlily pressed against his side comfortingly. The tom was filled with pure anxiety at the thought that the clan had moved on without him. His heart began to gallop against his chest, begging to be set free like a bird trapped in a cage. Rolling onto his stomach, the kit staggered to his paws, alarm widening his eyes as his tail puffed up to twice the size it normally was. Then he heard them, the voices of his clan mates. Thistlekit turned his gaze on Ripplecreek, Mudpaw, and Cedarwing. The relief that hit him nearly took his breath away. His little body trembled with it as he trailed over, trying to force his fur to lie flat. He couldn't show that he'd been afraid, he wasn't a mouse-heart. "G-Good morning..." he greeted his remaining clan mates quietly, unwilling to cause to much of a distraction.
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Post by willowflower on May 28, 2020 0:59:31 GMT -5
((ooh, I was wondering ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ , since we’re exploring the territory will we ourselves be filling in stuff like landmarks and water sources? or do u have some things in mind?))
Waterpaw looked about her, taking in the open space of the rolling meadows. It was so different from the tall trees and lush undergrowth from which she’d been born into. Of course, she’d only been a kit, but her memories were filled of rolling around in a soft den of cool moss, of peeking outside the nursery, rolling onto her back and gazing up at the canopy, the stars just barely peeking through.
She shook the memories away. This was their new home now. Besides, it had its own sort of beauty, the endless sea of long green grass. A bit windy though, Waterpaw thought with a shiver.
She looked over at Silverlily and nodded. “That makes sense,” she said, not believing her one bit. “We should find some water nearby though, a creek or something that’s keeping this place so green.” Waterpaw sniffed the air, then said, “I’m sore. It’d be real nice to sleep in a moss nest again.” Soon, she hoped, if the den-building team was on the job. “Hoping for -“ Then a scent hit the back of her mouth. She hunched down into a stalking position. “Rabbit.”
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ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ
just another day at the office
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Post by ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ on May 28, 2020 10:17:01 GMT -5
(I believe everything has been added and updated! If I've missed anything let me know. And yes, I had a couple of ideas in mind for territory, such as a location for the place to talk with StarClan and such (main water source will probably be a river/small brook and if you follow it upstream you come to a cliff and waterfall and behind the waterfall is a cave where you go to speak with StarClan), but for the most part, the territory is down to what the members can come up with!)
It was almost a worry for Ripplecreek sending their warriors out away from camp. They didn't know what was out there, what dangers they might come across, and just thinking about the sorts of things they could encounter sent a shiver down his spine. But instead, he tried to focus on the positives, hoping that Waterpaw would find the necessary herbs, that they found a reliable water source, that the prey was plentiful and easy to find so no more cats had to starve.
"Yes," he meowed, turning his eyes to Cedarwing as the she-cat spoke of what they should start with first, "Building a safe nursery and a proper Medicine Cat den for Waterpaw should be first." Somewhere safe to stare the herbs she hopefully found and somewhere warm and comfortable for Thistlekit. Though Ripplecreek did have to remind himself that the young tom was apprentice age now, not so little, but it would still be some time before they were in a comfortable place to sort out proper ceremonies.
He straightened up a little, looking around their makeshift camp for just a moment. "The nursery could be over there," he suggested, gesturing with his tail towards a more secluded area of the clearing, "the surrounding thicket is quite thick so predators won't be able to get in easily."
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WyrmTime
ngl really wishin I was a dragon tha feasts on mortals righ now
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Post by WyrmTime on May 28, 2020 11:32:06 GMT -5
(WyrmTime yes it looks great! Though his age will still need to be bumped up a little as 6 moons ago he would have only been 11 moons which is apprentice and there hasn't been any new warriors due to all the faffle. So he would need to be just a little older, only 1 or 2 moons so he's 18-19 moons now. I've added him to the front but just let me know about the updated age.
Also, you forgot to give a description for Gorseclaw!) {Gosh, sorry! Quarantine has left me an unorganized mess. 19 moons would be great for Shade and heres Gorseclaw's description; "A tan long furred tabby tom with an ivory belly, taupe stripes and pale yellow eyes." I'll try to get a starter out soon }
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 28, 2020 11:51:08 GMT -5
I just wanted to ask what happened to Silverlily's mate? or is he still alive as far as the clan is concerned he's just not been claimed. could it be ripplecreek or is his lost mate/kits a done deal? no worries either way
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 28, 2020 11:54:58 GMT -5
No worries.
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Post by highprince on May 28, 2020 12:19:13 GMT -5
(🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ I've got a bit of a funky idea, if you don't want to wait for other warriors to join)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 28, 2020 12:45:38 GMT -5
You have my interest HP.
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Post by highprince on May 28, 2020 13:07:44 GMT -5
(Is it possible that Thunderstorm and Silverlily had a brief thing on the journey without really officially becoming mates? So kits would come as a surprise)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 28, 2020 13:15:09 GMT -5
Sorry HP, as fun as those usually are, I really don't see Silver as being the type to have a fling
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Post by highprince on May 28, 2020 13:26:04 GMT -5
(It’s all good - that makes more sense)
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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 28, 2020 15:14:53 GMT -5
Mudpaw dipped his head in greeting to Cedarwing. His gaze flickering between her and Ripplecreek with a small furrow between his eyes. He had an opinion... yet, he was still considered an apprentice and was used to the traditional ways of keeping his mouth shut. He felt like they should focus on the medicine cat den first. Thistlekit was apprentice-age, he would be fine snuggled in with the rest of the cats still. His gaze followed Ripplecreek's gesture towards the thicket and he nodded, "It looks safe," he meowed absently as his gaze flickered around the clearing, looking for somewhere suitable for Waterpaw's den.
"Should we build the medicine cat den close to the nursery?" the young tom asked, looking back to the two warriors with a inquiring gleam in his eyes. In their old camp, the medicine cat den wasn't too far away from the nursery. It made sense to keep the two dens close. In the future, they would be queens again.
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Post by ❈ ─ sollux ─ ❈ on May 28, 2020 15:45:36 GMT -5
[ edit 1 // oop, posted and didn't even see mudpaw's response bc i spent so long writing my dang post.... so i'm gonna go edit cedarwing's reply in now ^^'
edit 2 // aaaand done ]
The soft voice of another made Cedarwing’s ears flick, and she turned her head to see the aforementioned kit make his way over to the small cluster of cats. Thistlekit mewed his greeting and Cedarwing nodded to him, her tail curling slightly in her own greeting. “Morning, Thistlekit,” she meowed, a small smile curling her lips. “We were just discussing where we should start with building the camp. Would you like to lend a paw?” The smaller tom was still a kit in name, she knew, but he was old enough to take on his apprenticeship and so she thought her suggestion wasn’t too out of place.
Cedarwing’s attention turned to her leader as he affirmed her musings, then cast her gaze towards the thicket her Clan leader mentioned. As it was, the thicket could serve as a suitable den, though the young warrior thought that perhaps more fortification may be necessary - at least for now, since no cat knew of the dangers that lurked in this part of the territory. Should they later grow enough to have kits born into the Clan again, Cedarwing wanted to be sure that they would be protected at all costs.
“I think it’s a good idea,” she said, pacing towards the thicket that Ripplecreek mentioned. Cedarwing twitched her whiskers as she poked her head into a few openings that appeared to her. The area within was dark and cool - something that she noted would be welcoming in the warmer moons of green-leaf. “We could close off some of these openings and establish the main entrance somewhere around here, facing the clearing” she mewed, mainly thinking aloud rather than stating a fact. She walked around one side of the thicket and nosed the brush there, careful not to stick herself on any wayward thorns. “And maybe we could have a smaller exit towards the back, just in case any kits and queens need to escape quickly. It can be covered by some stray branches… something easily moveable from the inside, but providing cover on the outside to make it seem like the exit isn’t even there.”
The warrior’s whiskers twitched once more as she pulled away from the thicket, and she turned her attention back to the small group of cats that she parted from just heartbeats before. “Err... I hope you heard all that,” she chuckled, a bit embarrassed that maybe she looked like a muttering fool while she was poking her head about the thicket. "I'm just throwing ideas out there. We don't have to go with what I came up with - it might not be the best, anyway," she said dismissively, waving her paw in front of her as if she were batting away a fly.
Mudpaw mewed his own inquiry, and Cedarwing pondered this. "I like the sound of that, Mudpaw," she said, her head tilting to the side slightly as she cast her gaze back towards the nursery thicket and the foliage beyond. "I'd imagine we would need to find someplace suitable to store herbs within it as well. Somewhere not too moist so that they don't rot, or something like that. And someplace big enough to house at least a pawful of cats."
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on May 28, 2020 16:02:42 GMT -5
[ hello! im on mobile currently, but definitely interested. would it be okay for me to claim/make? apprentices 5 and 6 and have my character have been their mother? ]
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on May 28, 2020 16:39:10 GMT -5
[ oh, that's totally fine, i just got them mixed up. ^^" i just had one more question, if it's not okay that's totally fine, but how would you feel if fernwhisker (which i think i read was the old medicine cat?) was the father of the dead litter and the clan didn't know? I was just thinking it would add some more dynamic to her character but let me know. (: ]
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on May 28, 2020 16:47:35 GMT -5
[ either way! it's not something i imagine would ever come out, so it's not like it really matters, i was just going to mainly use it to help with charter development, but whatever you're comfortable with ! ]
Owlflight she-cat - 42 moons a long-haired, mottled brown and white molly with green eyes. While the molly may have been a beauty in the past, Owlflight has been aged by hardship far beyond her moons and it shows. The warrior is skinny and unkempt, her long, mottled brown-and-white fur starting to betray grey and thinning out in places and her green eyes dull with grief. She has a slight limp due to injuries recieved during the fire on her rear left leg and paw, some of the hair still missing around the old burns.
Even before tragedy struck the clan, Owlflight was never the most agreeable of cats. Whatever she was before, her attributes have been magnified tenfold by grief after the death of so many clan members, including her kits, which were her pride and joy. She was still a queen when the fire broke out, and was injured trying to help evacuate the camp. She was always prideful and a bit vain, although her ego has taken a blow after she was injured and lost her kits, which caused her to become more bitter and defensive. Owlflight is incredibly sensitive about her deceased litter, and often acts like the kits never existed to cope. Any clanmate that mentions their names is likely to get an earful from her. She's very opinionated and sharp-tongued, and isn't one to hold back when it comes to expressing her views. Owlflight is very critical of others and tries her best to stay busy constantly and encourages everyone else to do so, trying to help the clan to recover in any way she can and to distract herself from her grief, often to the point of exhaustion. Spot filled: Warrior 2 Relationships: Mother to Sunnypaw and Frecklepaw (both deceased). Screen name: 𝑓𝑜𝑥 ⋆
Sunnypaw tom - died at 8 moons - death by illness a very pale golden tabby tom with bright blue eyes. Spot filled: Apprentice 3 Relationships: Owlflight is their mother, Frecklepaw is their littermate.
Frecklepaw she-cat - died at 8 moons - death by illness a russet and white patched molly with green eyes. Spot Filled: Apprentice 6 Relationships: Owlflight is their mother, Sunnypaw is their littermate.
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