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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2020 14:14:20 GMT -5
rabbitfoot starter- @ anyone
The spiritual aspects of his rank terrified him, but for one thing Rabbitfoot loves the more physical parts of being a medicine cat.
The smell of herbs was what drew him to the den for the first time as a kit, and even now he found it one of the few things that relaxed him. He would often take lavender plants while out in the moors simply because nothing calmed his frequent anxiety faster than the sweet, melancholy scent. And there was always a rhythmic quality to sorting the herbs- sorting them into stacks, shuffling them in his paws like a deck of cards.
The herbs were running low, though. He could tell (and he liked being attuned to these things). He looked towards the sun- another day, another morning, a good opportunity to find said herbs. In the horizon, he could see windmills just beyond Clan territory, and a horse and donkey grazing the farm fields in the distance. It was a perfect morning, and so Rabbitfoot headed out, trying to ignore the voice that told him it was -too- perfect.
Perhaps he could find help to search for the herbs- he didn't need it, of course, but he liked company more than he let on.
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Post by lazy penguin on Aug 5, 2020 15:04:11 GMT -5
Darkfeather
windclan camp | morning | rabbitfoot (@wonderfulalexander )
If there was one thing Darkfeather hated, it was asking for help. It wasn't because of pride, he knew very well that he needed help, it was the asking part that unnerved him. Because what if one little mistake ended up with him getting kicked out of the clan for being too much of an embarrassment?
Of all the cats to go to though, he felt like he could trust Rabbitfoot. He was the clan medicine cat after all. If he couldn't go to him, he wasn't sure there was anyone he could go to.
Worming his way out of the warrior's den, Darkfeather spotted the medicine cat leaving his den and headed over towards him.
"Hey Rabbitfoot," he started his voice quiet. "It's a beautiful morning, how was the gathering last night?" He knew he probably should have just asked the older cat about his injury- he'd stepped on a thorn a couple days ago and while he'd managed to pull it out without anyone else's help it still stung days later. The last thing he needed was for it to get infected. But it was hard, Rabbitfoot was busy with everyone else's injuries- even Teaselstar seemed to need him. To go and ask for help with a thorn just seemed like a waste.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2020 15:24:18 GMT -5
rabbitfoot- lazy penguin Rabbitfoot initially jumped slightly when he heard pawsteps appraching him, but he relaxed himself and smiled as Darkfeather trotted up to him. It didn't take long for the stumpy-tailed medicine cat to suppress his expression into a mild smirk. Rabbitfoot's smile was crinkly and uneven like an old stuffed toy, and he was rather self-conscious about it- when he had been alive, Flamefang had always told him that his smile was quite ugly. He had caught sight of it in a reflection one time while strolling by the lake, and had immediately grimaced. He was lopsided and clumsy, and although he knew Flamefang had not been a reliable source of information, the tom was right about some things. He nodded as Darkfeather spoke his appreciation of the day. "It is a wonderful morning," Rabbitfoot said as he looked to the orange-and-purple swirls of clouds above the two tabbies. He ruminated as Darkfeather asked of the Gathering, his eyes intently staring at the grass under his paws. It was hard for him to find a seemingly-positive remark of the event until he smugly decided on his answer. "It suited its leaders," he stated briskly, his deep-pitched voice earnest but not transparent. (He would not elaborate on how it had- some things were better left in the air to be contemplated.) Rabbitfoot noticed that Darkfeather was carrying a slight limp, putting all his weight into one side. "You seem uneven, sir," remarked Rabbitfoot, nodding his head towards Darkfeather's paws. "Are you sure you're alright?" He was a bumbling fool of a medicine cat, or at least that's how he thought of himself. But at least he could note the slighter things.
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 5, 2020 15:30:04 GMT -5
Swiftpaw windclan camp | accompanied by Hoppaw "Swiftpaw!" The silver tabby jumped at the sound of her name, then lifted her hackles when she recognized the voice's owner. She'd know that taunting mew anywhere. She whirled around, her eyes blue flames. The other apprentice was only two moons older than her, but she paraded around like she was already a warrior. The audacity.
Hoppaw beckoned her over, and Swiftpaw approached begrudgingly, tail lashing. What does she want? "Did you manage to not fall on your face and embarrass all of WindClan for once?" the other molly asked.
"Why? Are you worried I did and told them I was you?" Swiftpaw challenged. She smirked and strutted around Hoppaw. "I know how much you wanted to go to the Gathering when Sparrowtuft chose a younger apprentice instead, so I stood in for you. Don't worry, I'm sure I made a good impression for you."
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Post by lazy penguin on Aug 5, 2020 15:55:47 GMT -5
Darkfeather
windclan camp | morning | rabbitfoot (@wonderfulalexander )
"Ah that sounds... interesting?" he replied, clearly confused by the medicine cat's response. So clearly it did go too well, he thought to himself, I might have to ask someone for more details later. I wonder what all went down...
His thoughts were interrupted when Rabbitfoot noticed his limp. "Oh uh, yeah. Actually I was going ask you about that," he replied, clearly a bit embarrassed. He thought he was being more subtle about it, but clearly not. I wonder if any of the other Moor Runner's noticed and just didn't say anything. "A couple days ago I stepped on a thorn and it got stuck in my pad. I took it out when we got back from the patrol, but it's still kinda aching? I'm just worried it might be getting infected, but like it's not a big deal if you're busy. I can just look it over again myself." Unfortunately for him, Darkfeather found himself getting minor injuries quite often. Whether it was from taking strange paths to avoid his fellow warriors, or his nightly walks in the territory he always seemed to have a new scratch or nick. The only benefit, was that he had learned how to take care of most of the minor injuries by himself- though with no proper training he wasn't quite sure if his healing methods were doing more harm than good. Either way, anything beats having to go to the medicine cat constantly for minor injuries. Rabbitfoot may be nice, but not enough to make me want to waddle into his den every couple of days.
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Post by lazy penguin on Aug 5, 2020 16:07:46 GMT -5
Hoppaw
windclan camp | morning | swiftpaw (Tealraven )
"Oh please," Hoppaw responded, rolling her eyes. "Like anyone would ever mistake a wimp like you for me. The two of us look nothing alike. I'm tall and lean and the epitome of a perfect warrior. And you're... well you." She could help but smile at her comment. There was nothing better than ruffling Swiftpaw's arrogant feathers- and if she had to be the one to take the younger apprentice's ego down a few notches then so be it.
"I'm more concerned that you were too busy mooning over some RiverClan apprentice to pay attention to what the leaders were saying. Or was he from ShadowClan? With big eyes that caught the reflection of stars and made you feel like everything was right in the world. Does the daring Swiftpaw have a cruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuush??" Ok so maybe she had asked her dad what Swiftpaw did at the gathering for a little bit of edge in their morning banter. Although 'I dunno she talked to some apprentices' wasn't much to go off of.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2020 16:18:13 GMT -5
rabbitfoot- lazy penguin Rabbitfoot nodded understandingly as Darkfeather told him about the thorn. "Don't be afraid to come to me sooner," he softly said, beginning to inspect the silver-and-white tabby's foot. This was not what he was thinking, exactly- his mind was saying something more in the tune of damned moor runners, never being able to just tell me what's wrong. they have the ego of a bruised tomato, don't they. at least tunnelers are honest. He looked carefully at the pawpad before catching sight of a small flack embedded under the skin. "I see the issue. Sir, whatever way you pulled it out, it left a splinter behind. The splinter is digging into your paw, which is why it still hurts- but it's no big issue to remove. It's a bit deep, however, so it'll probably hurt to get out- bear with me here." With all the precision he could muster, Rabbitfoot dug a claw into the pawpad's skin and slid out a tiny piece of shrapnel before wiping away the minimal amount of blood that had seeped up at the surface. He dismissively threw the troublesome splinter into the ground nearby. "It'll sting for a while, but it'll feel better soon. I can even put a bit of cobweb on it if that would help." He smirked almost too smugly for his own liking and chuckled. "Next time, don't go walk around on thorns, alright? You're a moor runner, we do need those legs of yours."
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Post by lazy penguin on Aug 5, 2020 16:50:11 GMT -5
Darkfeather
windclan camp | morning | rabbitfoot (@wonderfulalexander )
"Ah- er thanks," He replied, taken aback by Rabbitfoot's easygoing demeanor. He'd expected the medicine cat to be mad- or at least disappointed, but he seemed unfazed as he inspected his paw. I guess it is what he was trained for. Taking care of idiots with thorns in their paws.
"Oh a splinter? That makes sense," he replied trying to lean forward so he could inspect his paw for himself. He'd have to watch out for that next time, then he wouldn't have to go to Rabbitfoot again. "Yeah go for it."
He was not expecting the older tom to dig his claw directly into his pad. Which in hindsight, he probably should have. There weren't a lot of other ways to get a splinter out of his paw. But it still hurt a bunch.
Wiggling in place, he was surprised as the splinter was removed with exact precision. "I think I should be fine, thanks. No cobwebs needed." He mumbled in response. "And uh, I'll be extra careful not to step any more thorns!" He wanted to run away back to the warriors den or even out of camp. Anywhere to get him out of the conversation. Instead, he asked, "Did you need any help gathering herbs or anything today?" Great StarClan his instinct to return any favor was strong. "I wouldn't want to get in your way, but two jaws will carry more herbs back to camp?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2020 17:33:40 GMT -5
lazy penguin Rabbitfoot’s face lit up when Darkfeather asked him about herb-finding- he hadn’t expected anything in return. Most cats were simply dismissive of him and rarely talked with him, let alone help him. “That would be lovely, thank you!” he said, his voice brimming with a simple, almost childish kind of joy. His walks to find herbs were often lonely, and while he did think of himself as an introvert the silence of WindClan’s fields often got to him. “I need tansy, burdock root, and poppy seeds most of all, but anything helps. Especially in greenleaf- apprentices and young warriors in rhis season always think themselves invincible.” While the age bracket he defined didn’t include Darkfeather, he still playfully jabbed his elbow into the tabby tom’s side. “Something in the air, I suppose.”
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Post by Sand on Aug 5, 2020 18:46:13 GMT -5
sparrowtuftaccompanied by Poppyshine | campAt least Poppyshine was thrilled about the border patrol whereas Sparrowtuft didn't have a single feeling about it. It was just that, a patrol, there was nothing special about it to him. However, it was nice to have some positivity considering WindClan's recent hardships. The tom let out a short purr before the she-cat chimed in again. "Any border you'd prefer to patrol, Poppyshine?" he asked, curious as to what the grey and white tabby would choose.
Since they were going to need a third cat, the deputy paused for a moment to think who they would take along. An apprentice would be a good option, seeing that they would need the experience if their mentor hadn't already taught them. "We should take Peonypaw," he meowed, his green gaze scouring the camp for the moor runner apprentice. "And Shrikethorn. She can come along too."
Sparrowtuft decided he would do the favor of calling his clanmates over so that they could get a head start on the patrol. As for the rest of the clan, he would be sure to set up patrols for them when he returned. He had a feeling they would know what to do on their own anyways. "Peonypaw! Shrikethorn! Border patrol, let's go!" he called out, waiting for the two felines. image source - unknown | 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 - - ★ & 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ & Ivyfalcon
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Aug 5, 2020 19:09:25 GMT -5
windclan camp ; with sparrowtuft, poppyyshine, & shrikethorn ;
Have you ever cut yourself on accident? Lost track of the knife while cooking, or stepped on a shard of glass? Peonypaw is the type of cat who lends himself to accidental injuries. You can cut yourself on him. His edges are sharp like that. He’s too skinny, with high cheekbones and a gaze like quiet ice. He has modelesque proportions transcribed onto a cat: all leg, all eyes, all knock-kneed and speed-bump ribbed. Peonypaw tumbled out of the womb a hare chaser, paws already catching each other.
This is all to say, he is not surprised when he hears his name called for the patrol. His mentor has been absent lately. Dreamt herself into the ether, maybe. Someone has to make use of him, and what better way to utilize Peonypaw than to send him on a patrol?
The tom dropped into a long stretched before righting himself and padding over towards Sparrowtuft. He narrowed his eyes in half-lidded scrutiny of the new deputy, taking in his frame bit by bit. The title had not changed him. Not in any visible way. Peonypaw nodded in a show of respect before sitting down across from the deputy.
“Which border?” He asked. It wasn’t sarcastic, but it sounded sarcastic because Peonypaw said it and that was his default cadence.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 6, 2020 6:12:05 GMT -5
(I have Robinpaw open, if anyone wanted to have a trick-inclined apprentice hang around?)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 6, 2020 11:45:59 GMT -5
((on a similar note to mint,, i have a tiny grouch who is sick of his trick-inclined apprentice open!! also his melancholy brother if anyone’s interested))
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Post by 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 - - ★ on Aug 6, 2020 13:01:59 GMT -5
A small gasp of excitement and realization escaped the small molly. She couldn't help herself. She got to chose where they would go?! Poppyshine didn't think she'd ever been giving an opportunity like this before, let alone by the deputy! She'd explode from excitement if she could, but she managed to contain herself just enough. It was a big responsibility after all, she had to really think about it. "Hmm..." The warrior hummed as she thought over where they'd go for the patrol. "Let's do uhh.. by Fourtrees! Yeah, Thunderclan border!" She decided. Not many choices anyways. There was that, the falls by Riverclan, or the Thunderpath up by Shadowclan.
The gray and white tabby gave a nod as Sparrowtuft spoke of the selected candidates for the patrol. She waited patiently for them to arrive as the deputy called out to them. Not long after she spotted Peonypaw approaching. "Hi Peonypaw! We're going to the Thunderclan border" She greeted the apprentice and answering his question as well. One down. Now they just needed Shrikethorn.
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Aug 6, 2020 13:03:39 GMT -5
(I’ll get a starter for Silverswift going)
Silverswift (Open)- WindClan Camp
The she cat walked back into camp empty handed. The rabbit hunt didn’t end up going as well as Silverswift wanted. She ended up running herself into a ditch when trying to chase a rabbit near its warren. Covered in mud, she felt defeated. Prey has bested the hunter. She went into a nearby stream to wash herself off before returning to camp.
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Post by Sand on Aug 6, 2020 19:32:00 GMT -5
pipitdashaccompanied by Thrushdawn | camp Pipitdash was, to say the least, so unthrilled to see Thrushdawn coming her way. She began muttering useless prays to StarClan beneath her breath, silently hoping that he would ignore her. The chances of that? None, she was out of luck for this encounter and she knew that today was going to be a long, exhausting day, courtesy of Thrushdawn.
She refused to greet the tom as he did his little song and dance, but really, it was more like a dramatic performance. For who? She wasn't sure and she didn't intend to find out either. It wasn't going to become her problem and Pipitdash would make sure of that. "Thrushdawn...!" she greeted, doing her best to keep a cheerful tone. Save me. Please. Someone, anyone... I'll take Gorsepaw over this sad excuse of a moor runner. she thought, holding back a heavy sigh.
"Dark deed, huh? Like a cat dying, maybe? Interesting," she mewed sarcastically, rolling her yellow eyes at the mottled tom. "There is no 'dreadful omen' and I don't believe we're being chastened for any dark deed, Thrushdawn. It's called nature. If you know of any way of stopping the drought, every cat would be grateful." image source - pexels | highprince
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Post by highprince on Aug 6, 2020 21:39:20 GMT -5
thrushdawn pipitdash // windclan camp Thrushdawn's lip curled in annoyance at how quick Pipitdash was to dismiss him. It seemed that she was his antithesis - she wasn't exactly who he would've chosen, if he had been giving the option, but he supposed that she would make do. This was the hand that he had been dealt in the nemesis department, but Thrushdawn believed any bad script could be fixed with the right actor. And, of course, the world was his stage."Forgive me, Pipitdash, but you are a blind fool," he chided, dramatically curling his tail around his paws. Maybe the tabby wasn't his nemesis; she was just an ignorant obstacle in his path to justice. "This is clearly the work of StarClan. As the clouds cover the moon at gatherings, this is their punishment for a murder most terrible. Our ancestors work in mysterious ways." He squinted at Pipitdash, trying to read her face. Was she even taking him seriously? She better have been. If there was one thing Thrushdawn despised, it was being mocked by his clanmates - though it was difficult not to mock him.
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Post by Sand on Aug 6, 2020 21:54:55 GMT -5
sparrowtuftaccompanied by Poppyshine, Peonypaw, & Shrikethorn | camp Giving Poppyshine the opportunity to choose where the patrol would go was easier for everyone, but mostly Sparrowtuft. He had wanted to speak with Teaselstar since the gathering but hadn't got around to it, so his mind was a bit packed with questions and information that he wished to divulge. Today didn't seem to be the day for that, so maybe a patrol would keep him busy. He could only hope so, at least until sundown.
"Excellent choice, Poppyshine!" he mewed, praising the moor runner. He had meant to send a patrol there but he was quite pleased to be joining them. Maybe they would come across the fox that Cloudstar had mentioned at the gathering. He didn't like the odds of it scurrying out of ThunderClan's territory and possibly ending up in WindClan's since the weather was not ideal. Especially with the risk of fires, it would be challenging to fend off a fox, let alone any predator.
But that wasn't an issue right now, at least one that hadn't presented itself. Thank StarClan it hadn't because that meant more stress for the clan among what was already going on. "Peonypaw, nice to see you," he meowed, greeting the apprentice. "I don't know where Shrikethorn is, but I'm sure she'll turn up soon. If not, we can go on without her. Sound like a plan?" image source - unknown | 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 - - ★ , 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ , Ivyfalcon
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Post by Ivyfalcon on Aug 6, 2020 22:15:34 GMT -5
ShrikethornWindClan camp | Sparrowtuft ( Sand), Poppyshine ( 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 - - ★), Peonypaw ( 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥) Shrikethorn had been sitting in the far corner of camp, sharing a meal with her sister when she heard the newly appointed deputy calling her name. “Ugh, I guess I’m needed for a patrol,” she groaned to Falconbreeze, one of the only cats she actually got along well with. She slowly stood up and stalked over to them, not particularly pleased.
”Hey,” she said unenthusiastically to the other patrol members. “Where are we headed?”
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Post by Sand on Aug 6, 2020 22:25:50 GMT -5
pipitdashaccompanied by Thrushdawn | campPipitdash had a good reason to dismiss Thrushdawn so quick-- he was slowly becoming a thorn in her side when all she wanted was to tunnel. Unfortunately, the mottled grey tom somehow broke his way through her plans and was now an obstacle to her. Did she fully care about his feelings right now? Not one bit, despite how appeasing she could be. Maybe I should be nice, she wondered, watching Thrushdawn carefully.
A blind fool?! In what world was she the blind fool? Was he trying to unnerve her? If so, it was going to work and the tabby she-cat knew that deep down. "I'm sorry, Thrushdawn, but..." she began to meow, letting out a deep, shaky sigh. "Did you call me a blind fool?"
Bad move. Bad move, Pipitdash. "Never mind that question," the tunneler griped, doing her best to hold back a hiss of annoyance. "What do you mean by murder? Who was murdered? I thought there were no clouds at the gathering. Were you even there?"
She was ever so tempted to mock the mottled grey tom but she just couldn't bring herself to do it again. She decided she would wait for an explanation before taunting him again. As long as Pipitdash could hold herself back, she would be golden or so she believed. image source - pexels | highprince
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 7, 2020 14:17:30 GMT -5
Swiftpaw windclan camp | accompanied by Hoppaw Swiftpaw stopped in front of Hoppaw, only a few paces away from the other apprentice's nose. She could practically feel her temper rising: her fur burned with indignation, and her breathing was short and quick. She was just waiting for the right opportunity to get a word in edgewise, but Hoppaw was still. Talking.
"What a relief," she groaned exaggeratedly. "I'd be embarrassed if anybody seriously mistook me for you, all tall and scrawny. I don't know who told you that--" she pointedly looked Hoppaw up and down -- "was the epitome of a perfect warrior. Was it your dad? Trying to make you feel better for not being able to go to the Gathering?"
Swiftpaw took a step back. "I am small and lightfooted and quick. You'd never--" she was cut off by Hoppaw's inquiry about apprentices from another Clan. She glared at the black and white molly, temporarily taken aback. How does she know I talked to Badgerpaw?!
"Or was he from ShadowClan?" Hoppaw teased. Swiftpaw didn't hear her next few words. Something ugly and uncomfortable had wormed its way into her belly. Bold of you to assume it was a he, her treacherous mind whispered. She immediately shoved the thought down and managed to focus on the other apprentice again in time to hear her say, "Does the daring Swiftpaw have a cruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuush??"
"What does it matter?" Swiftpaw spat. "Are you jealous?"
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Aug 7, 2020 15:47:58 GMT -5
windclan camp ; with sparrowtuft, poppyyshine, & shrikethorn ;
Since he was the only cat who had not recently stated where they were going, Peonypaw felt obligated to respond to Shrikethorn’s question with a curt, “ThunderClan border”.
The tom had not been out that way recently, given the untimely pseudo-disappearance of his mentor. Aspenrunner was off running through the aspens, or found himself trapped in the void, something along those lines, Peonypaw wasn’t thinking very deeply about it because he did not care too deeply about it. It did not matter. Mostly. Sans for the cute little fact that if Peonypaw wasn’t trained he was doomed to be an apprentice forever.
Imagine that. Tiny baby Peonypaw, so small he’ll always look like an apprentice, so it’s it fitting for him to be stuck like this. An eternal "paw". Attached to the limb of God; an appendage that went on and on. Maybe Teaselstar would be kind enough to nickname him, “Peonypaws”, so he could at least hide within the veneer of being a warrior. Append a shiny “s”. Heck, even Peonyshine tasted nice in his mouth; a little effeminate but it would do. But alas. He was stuck as a 'paw' forever because he mentor had been eaten by the Earth. Peonypaw is holding a funeral in his head. Look at him, staring absently at Sparrowtuft, eyes narrowed while he buries his mentor. He doesn’t even remember what Aspenrunner looked like. He wanted to knock on the side of Sparrowtuft’s head and ask him, “Hey! Do you remember who my mentor is? I don't!” or say “Hey, do you remember who I am because you’re lost in thought and looking right through me.”
Sparrowtuft often looked through people like that. As if he were holding mental council meetings in his prefrontal cortex, or burying the amorphous corpse of his forgotten clanmate. Tomato, tomato. You know you said it how it was meant. Funny how language works like that. Funny how Peonypaw is spitting language at his clanmates like weapons, like knives, like he’s trying to slice you with his tongue so he can taste your blood. How intimate is that.
“Aight. That’s everyone, right? Let’s head out then.”
He pauses, with just the shadow of a grin peering over his lips. “Or is it audacious of me to suggest that, given that I’m still a ‘paw and all?”
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 7, 2020 17:26:24 GMT -5
B A D G E R S O N G in camp, looking for merlincatcher Badgersong didn't look like a WindClan cat. Unlike his peers, who were all mouse-colored and lithe, he was made up of broad shoulders and black fur. He stood out like a dark boulder on the moorlands, and he was just as graceful as one, too. He had long ago grown used to tripping over rabbit holes, and scaring away birds. If he was no help above ground, however, he was even less help beneath it.
As an apprentice, they'd called him 'tunnel blocker'. When their new leader had returned to camp with nine more lives, he'd been reminded of the nickname, if only because it made him realize that he could never have become a leader, even if he had wanted to.
I'd never reach the moonstone, squeezing through a tunnel like that!
He was good at—or for—one thing, however. While he may not have been as large as a ThunderClan warrior, he was still big enough to give them pause whenever they crossed paths. As a result, border patrols were pleasantly uneventful when he joined them, and while that made the apprentices who were still dreaming of earning their first scar sigh, he was happy to be of use for once.
Though, this also made him a bit of a spectacle at gatherings. It was always an uncomfortable event for him, and while he never scolded anyone for starring, he usually left with reddened ears. He was glad to have missed this one. He was curious as to what had happened, however. He'd heard talk, but little more. He'd liked to have had a conversation about it.
Stretching in the sunlight, his chin brushing against the ground as his tail pointed towards the sky, Badgersong blinked before yawning.
It was hot again today. It had been a while since he'd last seen any clouds—any real ones, that is. There had been scraps, scattered like cottongrass on the horizon, but little else—nothing that spoke of rain, or a brief reprieve from the constant glare of the sun.
What I wouldn't give for a single drop of rain, he thought, though he knew he shouldn't have. It just made him thirstier.
Perhaps I'll go take a drink.
He didn't want to go alone, though... Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe this would be his chance to discuss the gathering—to hear about it from someone who was there—but who had been there?
Um...
Standing up, his head swiveled curiously as he gazed about camp. The feathers of a small falcon—the remains of someone's breakfast—caught his eye, and he shifted his weight from side to side.
"Merlincatcher, perhaps...?"
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Post by Sand on Aug 8, 2020 0:36:20 GMT -5
( I think our next few posts can be done on the border page if everyone's okay with that? ) sparrowtuftaccompanied by Poppyshine, Peonypaw & Shrikethorn | leaving camp Finally, Sparrowtuft thought as soon as Shrikethorn appeared. At least she had decided to finally join the patrol and every cat was here and ready to go. He would have invited Peonypaw's mentor, Aspenrunner, along but he could never seem to find the moor runner. Maybe he would have a talk with her later, if he had the time. If not, he'd push someone else to do it... maybe Teaselstar? After all, he had been around when Dawnstar assigned the pale apprentice to Aspenrunner. Surely he would know what to do about the situation.
"You're fine, Peonypaw," the deputy commented, grinning at the young tom. "It might be a bit audacious, but I don't see any problem with it."
For now, he mused, knowing that if Peonypaw's audacious behavior continued that someone would have to curb it. It would be Aspenrunner's job unless she wasn't around, so that left it up to... any cat, really. The white and brown feline flicked his tail forward, beckoning the patrol to follow him out of camp to the ThunderClan border.
image source - unknown | 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 - - ★ , 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ , Ivyfalcon
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 9, 2020 15:41:10 GMT -5
(I have Robinpaw open. o3o We got anyone up to RP?
Might poof though ... huh ... this is a dilemma. I think I'll have wifi over the next week?)
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Aug 9, 2020 17:28:47 GMT -5
(I have Silverswift still available.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 10, 2020 5:43:46 GMT -5
"You look like you were dragged backwards through a thorn bush," pointed out the lighthearted voice of Robinpaw. Or as lighthearted as she could be when she was scowling ever so slightly. But the scowl dropped and she got to her feet - she'd been sitting near where Silverswift had walked in. "What were you thinking of doing after getting clean?" she asked.
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Post by lazy penguin on Aug 10, 2020 13:31:55 GMT -5
Darkfeather
windclan camp | morning | rabbitfoot (@wonderfulalexander )
"Sounds like you'll need a lot then," he replied with a small smile. "We have plenty of young cats to get into trouble." He was glad that the medicine cat looked so happy, but he couldn't help but feel out of his depth. Most days he'd be able to get by with a quick hello to his clanmates and then he'd head out on his own. He was better by himself anyway.
But now he had to tag along with Rabbitfoot for a day, and he had to admit he was out of his depth. With his fellow warriors he could always bring up hunting or fighting techniques or even the other clans if he needed a quick conversation. But what could he talk to a medicine cat about? "So... uh? Do you know a specific place these herbs grow? Or do we just have to start looking?"
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Post by lazy penguin on Aug 10, 2020 13:54:44 GMT -5
Hoppaw
windclan camp | morning | swiftpaw (Tealraven )
"Jealous?" Hoppaw repeated, rolling her eyes. "As if. I'd never get caught dead mooning over some other clan freak." She felt a smile crawl across her face as she continued. "And I noticed you never said no! You totally do think he's cute!" She couldn't help the little hop her legs did. This was going to be so easy.
"I dunno Swiftpaw, you don't seem to be suited for pinning across the border. You might have to work on you forlorn gazes and wistful sighs."
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Aug 10, 2020 16:07:48 GMT -5
"You look like you were dragged backwards through a thorn bush," pointed out the lighthearted voice of Robinpaw. Or as lighthearted as she could be when she was scowling ever so slightly. But the scowl dropped and she got to her feet - she'd been sitting near where Silverswift had walked in. "What were you thinking of doing after getting clean?" she asked. Silverswift (Robinpaw) Camp Silverswift shrugged her shoulders. “I was going to help the elders to see if they need new bedding. I got to do something around here when I’m not hunting rabbits,” she suggested. The she cat groomed her fur out of politeness.
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