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Post by willowflower on Jun 4, 2020 23:10:56 GMT -5
((waterwATER their dynamic is absolutely hilarious i love it and yus, waterfall!! maybe after their shenanegains they can be like, hey why don't we follow this river))
Waterpaw || at river's edge with Thunderstorm
Her heart pounding in her ears, with Thunderstorm right at the edge of her vision, Waterpaw pushed forward with one final burst of energy, ready to slam her paw on the river’s edge triumphantly - she was so close! - only for Thunderstorm to shove his shoulder right into her at the worst possible moment, throwing her off-balance. Even worse, they were already so close to the river that as Waterpaw’s momentum only continued to hurl her forward, no amount of scrabbling paws would save her from tipping right into the water.
The river was pretty shallow - she could feel her scrambling paws scrape against the smooth pebbles at the bottom - so when she popped her head up and spat out a mouthful of water her face held a glower of furious annoyance. “Hey!” she said, splashing some water at Thunderstorm. “Cheater!” She was still blinking water out of her eyes too much to see properly, but she could imagine Thunderstorm’s insufferable gloating face, and the fresh wave of righteous fury had her swimming right up to him and lunging forward, ready to drag him right into the water with her.
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Post by highprince on Jun 4, 2020 23:31:13 GMT -5
((They're going to be at each other's throats all the time cx and then they have to put up with one another long enough to actually find the waterfall))
Thunderstorm watched with triumph as Waterpaw fell into the river. For a moment he wondered if he should help her out, but the water was shallow enough, so instead he was content in just gloating above her. "It is not cheating," he protested, "I'm just using my resources." He grinned down at Waterpaw, and the sight of her soaking wet cracked him up. "You look like a mouse kit!" he teased, laughing so hard he nearly fell over.
This meant that it was no big task for Waterpaw to pull him into the water along with her. He thrashed as the cold water soaked through his fur, and he managed to right himself and stand upright. His fur was soaked and heavy, and he imagined he looked rather silly now, too. "Gah! You ruined my fur!" He wailed, shaking it out so it was at least a little drier. Glaring at Waterpaw, he used one front paw to splash some of the water towards her face.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 5, 2020 8:53:53 GMT -5
Her head leapt up at the sound of the yelling, I’ll have to explain to Waterpaw how that isn’t the most conducive thing to do during a hunt, she sighed. Knowing all too well any prey with half a brain would have taken off at speed after such a commotion. Hopefully whatever had caused such a reaction would be worth the loss of extra prey for her clan. At the additional sound of distant bickering, the warrior stood and took off in the direction. Hoping she could at least return to camp with both the medicine cat apprentice and the warrior in tact. Silverlily paused briefly, her heart soaring as soon as she heard the gentle thunder of running water somewhere over the conversation of her companions, her steady trot escalated to a pelting run. Until her paws brought her to the edge of the river, skidding to a stop just short of the bank. Lowering her head to the waters surface, she drank desperately. Half drowning herself as she quenched her desperate thirst. She remained like that for a minute or so, only pausing occasionally in order to breathe. She could have sworn on StarClan that water had never tasted so good. Finally she lifted her head, maw dripping into the grass underfoot but her gaze was bright with triumph. She turned her gaze onto Waterpaw and couldn’t help but grin. ”You do look a bit like a drowned rat, Waterpaw.” She purred.
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Asexual
ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ
just another day at the office
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Post by ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ on Jun 5, 2020 10:30:05 GMT -5
(The Thunderstorm/Waterpaw relationship is probably the best thing I have read in a long time I love it)
Ripplecreek did pause for just a moment from the suggestion Cedarwing should take Thistlekit out to go and fetch some moss. He almost considered turning her down, the tom was still a kit, but then the leader had to stop himself and pause. Thistlekit was only a kit by name, he was old enough to be an apprentice now. The only thing stopping him was the lack of time to set up any proper ceremonies and finding him a mentor. There were simply more pressing things on the leader's mind, lie getting camp built and making sure that the Clan could actually survive on this territory. And that would depend on if the small patrol of Thunderstorm, Silverlily and Waterpaw were successful in finding any water nearby or not. And if they didn't... then Ripplecreek didn't want to admit it, but they might have to move on again.
But no, for now he didn't want to think of such depressing things. He simply wanted to give his Clan some hope that they may still survive and that this location would become theirnew home and a place for them to fully rebuild into the proud Clan they had been all those moons ago.
"Yes," he meowed after a moment with a small nod, flicking his tail towards Tumbleblossom, showing that he was agreeing with her on the matter, "Cedarwing, take Thistlekit with you to find some moss to pad the dens with. But don't stray too far, we still don't know what's out there." And while Thistlekit may be apprentice age, the young tom still knew nothing about hunting and fighting on his own. But he trusted Cedarwing enough to look out for the young cat, just so long as they didn't stray too far from their makeshift camp. And with that task delegated to someone else, he could remain here and focus on pushing into some of these brambles and getting the real makings of a proper den started out. "Everyone else, let's make a start. The nursery will be in here," he waved to the area with his tail, "And the Medicine Cat Den will be just over there. So let's split up and start trying to push through some of these brambles. And try and be careful, we don't want any serious injuries so soon."
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Post by willowflower on Jun 5, 2020 11:23:04 GMT -5
((truly a thing of beauty))
Waterpaw || in river with Thunderstorm and Silverlily
Thunderstorm’s splash caught Waterpaw right in the face, but she still grinned triumphantly. “‘Ruined’? I dare say your pelt looks better this way,” she teased, sweeping a larger wave at Thunderstorm’s sopping fur. She did have to admit that the cool rush of the water through her fur felt glorious, and the light-hearted nature with which she splashed Thunderstorm felt like a breath of fresh air, miles away from the downtrodden despair she found in her heart walking down a seemingly endless path just a day ago. With the water came hope.
She looked up at Silverlily with a pout. “Silverlily! You’re supposed to be the nice one!” Waterpaw whined. She pointed a paw at the silver she-cat. “You’re lucky I like you, otherwise I would’ve hauled you in here to join the fun.” Of course, the real reason being that she knew of the queen’s status, but Thunderstorm didn’t need to know that.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 5, 2020 12:26:03 GMT -5
The silver tabby cocked her head to the side, grinning playfully. "If its any consolation I think anyone would look the same," she reasoned, before tensing her muscles and lunging from her place on the embankment. Landing elegantly, though skidding a little on the unstable pebbles underfoot, fortunately she was quick to regain her balance. She'd never been a talented swimmer, but the water was shallow and the current fairly gentle, even she could manage not to drown herself. She ducked under, allowing the water to cascade over her, cooling her down. With the rushing waters it felt like all the stress and pain of the last few moons seemed to drain from her bones, even if temporarily. This was the first sign that life might just be turning back to normal. Her smile could have outshone the stars with happiness. "See?" She purred, turning back to her companions, now thoroughly soaked but the delighted grin couldn't have been swept from her expression by the fiercest current. "We're all drowned rats now, we'll need to inform Ripplecreek of the need to change the clan's name."
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Post by highprince on Jun 5, 2020 12:55:42 GMT -5
Thunderstorm grinned as Silverlily joined them in the river. Maybe splashing around wasn't so productive, but the cold water felt nice on bones that had been walking for far too long, and having a chance to relax and have some fun wasn't something to complain about either. "RatClan, it rolls right off the tongue," he joked. He ducked his head to the water to take a drink, thankful that they'd found water without too much trouble. "Maybe if we stay in here long enough, we'll grow webbed paws."
He took a chance to look around the area where they were - it was a place with prey, and not too far from camp, either. It was good find, and he had to admit, Waterpaw had been the one to discover it. Looking down the river, he wondered what could be at the end if they were to keep following it.
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Post by willowflower on Jun 5, 2020 15:40:57 GMT -5
((ooh, ideas for cool places our adventures could find - the waterfall, like mentioned before - a scary place; sounds like the forest is relatively haunting, maybe there’s a cluster of rocks where snakes hide or where the nests of birds of prey rest - a pretty place; maybe a field of butterflies? - a cool landmark; maybe there’s a pond at the end of the river that’s home to pretty fish/flowers or a really big tree))
Waterpaw || in river with Thunderstorm and Silverlily
“You need the ‘drowned’ in there,” Waterpaw said, “the mighty DrownedRatClan, Clan of Drowned Rats.” The ridiculousness of it all had her giggling uncontrollably, the beaming smiles on her clanmates’ faces making her light up. “Won’t webbed paws be something,” she said in response to Thunderstorm, pushing at his shoulder in a more jovial manner. “Would suit you perfectly.”
After a long drink herself, she looked up, gazing along the thick vegetation growing beside the river, taking in the beauty of the green. As she did, her eyes were drawn to a very familiar purple-bell flowered herb. Her eyes grew wide with recognition, and she hurriedly pulled herself out of the water, shaking out her pelt. "Comfrey!" She called to the other two, hopping in delight. "We've got some comfrey over here!" She itched to pick some right off the stem, but her rational side told her it would be better to pick it fresh and head straight back to camp, and she wanted to do more exploring first. Looking around, the apprentice made a note of where it was in relation to the river. "If we can find some catmint, this place'll be a goldmine."
Seeing Thunderstorm’s glance downstream, she swept her gaze in the same direction. “Now where does this thing lead?” She wondered out loud.
((i just learned that comfrey is illegal in the U.S. lol))
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Bisexual
badfrog
Squish squash, sling that slang. I'm always right back at ya, like my... BOOMERANG!
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Post by badfrog on Jun 7, 2020 19:01:36 GMT -5
(Hey everyone! Sorry for my absence lately, I'm going through finals for school and everything is kind of hectic. I plan on getting more active as I finish up.)
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jun 7, 2020 19:33:50 GMT -5
Thistlekit nearly bounced out of his fur with excitement at the thought of getting to explore their tentative new territory. This was the longest they'd ever stopped anywhere but even they tom - of only six moons - knew that he shouldn't get his hopes up. Though he hadn't been alive for a whole season, he'd certainly known much disappointment in his life. The tom didn't want to get attached to something else that would just end up being taken away from him. Still, getting out of their makeshift camp had his eyes sparkling in excitement and his tail whipping back and forth. "Yes!" Thistlekit replied instantly to Cedarwing, eager to show that he was ready to get going. Then he winced, remembering Ripplecreek was their leader and really had the say, especially since he was orphaned and his adoptive mother was nowhere in sight. He turned to the blue gray tom with huge huge blue eyes, his whiskers quivering as he dropped his lip in a pout. "Pleeeeease?" he basically begged, having no sense of shame as the tomcat tried to make himself look as cute as possible. Being trapped in camp was the last thing the wild furred tom wanted, his paws itched to be on the move. He heaved a sigh of relief when the leader agreed, though he wasn't too sure his whining had done anything to sway Ripplecreek on the matter. "I'll get the most moss ever!" he promised, hopping back over to Cedarwing and grinning up at her cheekily.
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Bisexual
badfrog
Squish squash, sling that slang. I'm always right back at ya, like my... BOOMERANG!
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Post by badfrog on Jun 9, 2020 14:43:04 GMT -5
(Where did we leave off again? Where should Pebblestripe be?)
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Post by ❈ ─ sollux ─ ❈ on Jun 9, 2020 15:05:28 GMT -5
[ omg WyrmTime i didn’t even see your response with shadebite talking to cedarwing i am SOOOOO sorry. she actually hasn’t left the camp yet with thistlekit so i can write up something with her acknowledging shade and maybe even offering to have him come along with her and thistle to gather moss? unless you just want to continue with what you have and have him setting up camp with the others. it’s really up to you! again im so SO sorry that i didnt see your post ;; ] table code written by sollux
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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 Jun 9, 2020 15:25:52 GMT -5
[ omg WyrmTime i didn’t even see your response with shadebite talking to cedarwing i am SOOOOO sorry. she actually hasn’t left the camp yet with thistlekit so i can write up something with her acknowledging shade and maybe even offering to have him come along with her and thistle to gather moss? unless you just want to continue with what you have and have him setting up camp with the others. it’s really up to you! again im so SO sorry that i didnt see your post ;; ] table code written by sollux{Don’t worry! Mistakes happen all the time I’m down to join the moss hunting patrol, I’ll just edit/repost a new reply after you written some stuff up is that’s alright c:}
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jun 10, 2020 13:39:24 GMT -5
[ hey. i am still here c: just don't know what to do with mudpaw. ]
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Bisexual
badfrog
Squish squash, sling that slang. I'm always right back at ya, like my... BOOMERANG!
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Post by badfrog on Jun 10, 2020 16:46:49 GMT -5
Pebblestripe ⇁ Camp. Open.↼ As instructed by Ripplecreek, Pebblestripe began pushing through the brambles that would become the medicine cat den. Though the brambles tugged at her fur, Pebblestripe began to hollow out the shrub in order to transform it into a den.
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Post by willowflower on Jun 10, 2020 22:45:01 GMT -5
((highprince and 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ maybe they could find one more landmark (since they seem to be aiming for downstream, maybe a pool at the end that has pretty fish/flowers, or the waterfall upstream) and head back to camp w/ their prey and herbs?))
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jun 12, 2020 17:55:42 GMT -5
Mudpaw With whoever is still camp.
Mudpaw glanced around his gathered clanmates. He wrinkled his nose as he realized nobody seemed to be moving right away expect for Pebblestripe. He bounded after the older feline. The brown tabby tom swished his tail as he looked at the mass of brambles and their thorns. Oh well, he thought glancing at Pebblestripe. He watched how she was doing it for a moment before mimicking what she was doing. He figured with a couple minutes or hours of work, they would have these two dens finished.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jun 14, 2020 17:52:00 GMT -5
Mudpaw With Ripplecreek ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ
Wincing as he pushed at the brambles, they weren't the easiest material to work with but he figured once the den was in place. They wouldn't have to mess the brambles anymore. They would become solid dens overtime. It would be nice to have a roof over your head once more, Mudpaw figured. He had grown used to sleeping among his clanmates with their warmth and fur brushing against his. He would miss it when they finished the apprentice den. He missed Mousepaw and the rest of his lost friends.
Hearing Ripplecreek's voice, the brown tabby snapped his gaze towards the grey tom. He flashed the new leader a small smile, "I am fine," he reassured the tom with a happy purr. He was fine. Mudpaw didn't know what he was supposed to be besides fine. His whole family was dead and like Ripplecreek mentioned, he should have been a warrior already. It was hard to finish his training without a steady location. Yet for their travels, he had learned how to hunt... and fight. Not that battle training had helped Mousepaw in the end, his littermate still fell by a rouge's claws.
"One day right?" Mudpaw huffed with a gentle laugh, still pushing and pulling at brambles. Between him and the two warriors, they would have the bulk of the den finished. Waterpaw could help them decide what to do about herb storage and patient space. "Do you think we will find somewhere to communicate with Starclan?" he wondered, looking to Ripplecreek. Mudpaw wasn't the only one that was missing part of his true name.
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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Jul 15, 2020 15:58:53 GMT -5
*waves* hello there! i hope im not interrupting, but i was wondering if you were open atm?
edit: i realize that made me sound dumb xD its in your title, of course you're open! but i suppose i meant more like could i apply to join with warrior 1 or apprentice 2?]
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