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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2020 16:31:56 GMT -5
Rabbitfoot- lazy penguin "Well," thought Rabbitfoot, clearly weighing his options. "There's lots of herbs that grow by the twoleg dens, and in summer there tends to be quite a few down at the gorge- although that's a little steep, and suffice to say," -he indicated his own stubby stature- "I have never been good at climbing." Like that SkyClan apprentice, a bitter voice in Rabbitfoot's mind jested, but he stopped the thought well before it sunk into his throat. Neither seemed completely safe, however- especially given the poor bastard who had been trampled to death less than a day ago- so Rabbitfoot wracked his brain for other option, not wanting to repel his companion. "Of course, we could always go out into the moors instead... Your choice." Not wishing to be a pushover, however, he quickly added to his statement with a wobble of his tail. "After all, you're the one helping me. I don't want to take you anywhere you might not be comfortable." Or get more thorns in your paw- the one was enough on its own. Rabbitfoot himself had an inclination as to where he wanted to go, but he wouldn't even hint at what it was. After all, there was no greater fear to him than saying no, even in matters as trivial as herb collecting. That's one thing Rabbitfoot has learned in all these moons of walking WindClan's earth. You never know who will turn on you when you say no. You simply never know...
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Post by highprince on Aug 10, 2020 19:12:27 GMT -5
thrushdawn pipitdash // windclan camp "Do I really have to spell everything out for you?" Thrushdawn huffed, nearly feeling the urge to reach out and claw Pipitdash's ears. "Is it not suspicious that Dawnstar was killed by a pack of coyotes, a violent death that could just as easily have been something else? Or that our new leader couldn't even be bothered to attend the gathering? Sudden illness? Ha! I call it guilt." Thrushdawn bared his teeth, glaring at the fresh-kill pile as if it would reveal the answers. His conspiracy was baseless, but it had planted itself so firmly in his mind that he couldn't shake it - he refused to believe that Teaselstar could possibly be their rightful leader.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2020 19:49:38 GMT -5
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Aug 10, 2020 22:09:14 GMT -5
Aspenrunner noticed Peonypaw with a few other warriors and tilted her head to the side. She silently hoped that her young apprentice didn't offend or get in trouble. Wouldn't be the first time. She disliked her apprentice at first, but slowly developed a love hate relationship with him. Peonypaw could be amusing and made her laugh on more than one occasion. However, his negativity would bring down her mood a little.
Aspenrunner figured they were heading out on a patrol and pondered joining them. If mainly, to keep an eye on her apprentice and get some training in.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 11, 2020 20:35:14 GMT -5
Cherrypaw @wonderfulalexander | With no one
Ears pointed back in frustration, Cherrypaw paced in front of the apprentice’s den idly. She wasn’t sure where Mottledspring was but Cherrypaw was getting awfully close to ignoring the rule about staying in camp. She was impatient, besides Cherrypaw would be a warrior soon enough and then she could leave camp whenever she wanted. It wasn’t as if Cherrypaw disliked her mentor or anything like that, honestly she actually enjoyed Mottledspring’s company, however as she grew ever closer to her approaching warrior ceremony, the young calico couldn’t help but crave some more freedom. Besides, what more was really needed for training anyways? Cherrypaw liked to think that she was rather on top of things. Maybe she wasn’t as skilled of a hunter as she ought to be, but she held her own in a fight just fine. Sighing, Cherrypaw stopped her pacing and sat down, glancing over towards the small indent she had made from walking back and forth in front of the den so much. Maybe she really did need to calm down a little. Still, she couldn’t help it. Something about today just soured her mood. Maybe she was just socially tired from the gathering, that must be it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2020 7:21:41 GMT -5
Lavenderpaw- 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 How Lavenderpaw wished she had been at the Gathering. She had been at the gathering once, when she was seven moons of age; it had been absolutely magical. She would marry Fourtrees herself if she could, and the way the pale moonlight glittered on the marble monolith in the center was something that set her spirit on fire. The chatter of the crowd, the leaders each hoping onto the rock as the sky became so thick with palpable anticipation that it was a wonder the moon could be seen at all.. The one complaint she had had at the time was that it had been too boring. Sure, ThunderClan (or perhaps ShadowClan?) had announced a couple deaths, and someone else mentioned a few cats becoming apprentices, but nothing unusual happened. There were no changes, and everyone went home with exactly the same expectations they had carried in their pockets to Fourtrees to begin with. But in yesterday's gathering? Yesterday's gathering had it all! Two leaders dead! The leaders insulting each other! SkyClan banning tunneling (did they even do anything else? Lavenderpaw couldn't think of anything- thinking about others was generally not her forte, much less thinking about whole other clans)! Add in a few code violations and it would probably have blown Lavenderpaw's mind entirely. That is, if she had went. Pacing around WindClan waiting for something to do (or, more accurately, something to boss around), she spotted Cherrypaw. The bobtailed apprentice had been at the Gathering, and while Lavenderpaw had heard much about the gathering by listening to the warriors (and apprentices and medicine cat) around her she had not yet asked anyone about it directly. "Hey!" she called to Cherrypaw, skipping over like a young greyhound in the spring. "How was the Gathering last night? I heard it was super dramatic."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 12, 2020 17:23:05 GMT -5
Cherrypaw @wonderfulalexander | With Lavenderpaw
Everyone was way too chatty recently. That RiverClan warrior at the gathering, the cats in her dreams last night, and now Lavenderpaw right here. Cherrypaw liked to think that she was a fairly sociable and friendly cat most days, however there were some things that simply didn’t make for a cheerful Cherrypaw. One of those things was a restless night of talkative dream cats, another one of those things was having her ears talked off during a gathering she had only wanted to attend to for the gossip and drama. Those two things back to back had made for a less than sociable Cherrypaw. However, as much as she wanted to snap at the other apprentice, she held back and bit her tongue. Lavenderpaw was just curious about the gathering and Cherrypaw really couldn’t fault her for that, besides she was asking about the drama that had went down and while Cherrypaw had missed some of it - due to the talkative RiverClan she-cat - she still caught the basics. “Morning Lavenderpaw, it’s a shame you couldn’t go as well, I’m sure you would’ve enjoyed yourself,” Cherrypaw told her with a flick of her ears. “It was an interesting gathering though,” Cherrypaw added, glancing over towards the other apprentice to make sure she had her attention. A little irritated or not, Cherrypaw couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the attention and the dramatics. “Stagstar died, so now Rainstar is the leader of ThunderClan, and it seems like she and Squirrelstar don’t get along from what I could tell,” Cherrypaw started as she tried to recount what she had seen of the leaders interactions. The tension was clear between them, and while they were up on the Great Rock, Cherrypaw had made sure to pay attention. “SkyClan seems weak right now though, some apprentice fell out of a tree and hurt himself, I guess,” she continued. “Seems like the drought is getting to all the clans.”The heat had caused each clan to suffer in their own ways, even the leaders that had tried to make it seem as if they were fine, still looked thin from the scarce prey.
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Post by Sand on Aug 12, 2020 20:09:45 GMT -5
pipitdashaccompanied by Thrushdawn | fresh kill pilePipitdash stared blankly at Thrushdawn, half amused and half baffled at his insinuations. Based on the tom's tone, it really did seem like he believed in what he was preaching. To her, it made little to no sense-- a majority of the clan had seen Dawnstar's body and knew exactly how she died, especially the patrol who fought the coyote pack off. Is he... okay? she wondered, unsure if it was the grief speaking or just Thrushdawn being himself.
"No, it's not suspicious, but we all saw what Dawnstar looked like," the light brown tabby mewed sternly, flinching lightly when her clanmate bared his teeth. The fresh kill pile wouldn't hold any answers for him, that was for sure. She wasn't certain on what to tell him besides offering condolences for his mother's death and trying to convince him that Teaselstar wasn't a murderer but... did she want to go down that road?
Of course she did.
"Do you have anything to prove what you're saying is true? Is it even a real possibility?" she inquired, eyeing the mottled grey tom. "I mean, I don't think a sudden illness amounts to guilt. It doesn't make any sense, Thrushdawn."
Just like all of your conspiracies, this one is baseless, Pipitdash thought before she came to a pause, contemplating on how to continue the conversation with her irritating clanmate. She already knew that convincing him would be a waste of her time, so she wasn't going to bother with that. However, she could pry for more information of this conspiracy he had casually made up. "Who is our rightful leader then?" she meowed as a sly glint pierced her yellow eyes. image source - pexels | highprince
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Post by highprince on Aug 12, 2020 21:59:20 GMT -5
thrushdawn pipitdash // windclan camp Thrushdawn had made some Olympic grade mental long jumps in order to support his conspiracies, and the little seeds of self-doubt that Pipitdash was planting was not something he appreciated. "There's just....something strange afoot. I can feel it." Any sense of eloquence he usually had had evaporated into thin air, leaving him stumbling through the answer.Pipitdash's next question, though, was at least somewhat expected. One would think that Thrushdawn would declare himself WindClan's rightful leader - the son of Dawnstar, heir to the throne. However, the clans don't know what nepotism is, and Thrushdawn would much rather brood and bat his eyelashes than lead. His cause, as misguided as it was, was not entirely selfish - moreso a sort of grief-driven madness combined with his usual eccentric attitude. "Well, StarClan would send some sort of sign. That is what they do, isn't it?" Thrushdawn had sort of backed himself into a corner, here - as far as they all knew, Teaselstar had received his nine lives, and therefore been approved by StarClan.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2020 5:03:36 GMT -5
Lavenderpaw- 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 Rainstar. Had she heard of a Rain- in ThunderClan? It was a popular prefix choice, especially with the thick-furred Clans like RiverClan and ThunderClan, but it took her a while to mentally draw a face. She had heard of a Rainleaf from annoyed border patrols- perhaps that was it. She did, however, snicker at the idea of ThunderClan and SkyClan not getting along- besides ThunderClan's thicker coats and more girthy body shapes, the two Clans were exceedingly similar. It had been a long held legend that the two Clan's founders were kin in some way- brothers, perhaps, or father and son- and that was why they could never get along now, but Lavenderpaw did not often have the patience to listen to such stories, especially because she would only have to look at the Clan around her to know their endings. Lavenderpaw was not a journey person but a destination person- had she been human and not feline, the concept of a road trip would be absolutely lost on her. SkyClan's apprentice falling out of a tree almost made her audibly laugh, but she bit her tongue before the sound escaped her mouth. "What will SkyClan do now? Do they even bother themselves with anything besides climbing trees?" She looked in the distance- WindClan's moors were scant, but a few trees dappled the yellow-green hills, and windmills turned in the horizon. "I bet I could climb a tree much better than that SkyClan apprentice could." She began to grin as a deeply quixotic sentiment washed over her and filled her to the tips of her ears with an intoxicating amount of cockiness. "Would you like to see for yourself? We could even make it a bet."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 13, 2020 16:26:43 GMT -5
Cherrypaw @wonderfulalexander | With Lavenderpaw
Well, this conversation just got interesting. Cherrypaw looked up from the paw she had been grooming to study Lavenderpaw curiously for a moment. “You really think you can climb a tree better than a SkyClan cat?” She question in disbelief, flicking her ears a little. “Have you ever even tried to climb a tree before?” Cherrypaw asked, leaning back a little as she looked the other apprentice over. Now, Cherrypaw knew that she would probably be a terrible tree climber, her stocky build and little to no tail would be of no help for her in the trees, however Lavenderpaw might stand a chance if she were to try. “Alright, I’m intrigued,” Cherrypaw decided. “But let’s make it a little more interesting, if you manage to climb a tree without falling off, I’ll take care of the elders for you for the next moon, but if you fall at any point, then you have to take care of the elders for me,” she wagered, a glint in her eyes as she looked up at the other apprentice. It wasn’t as if Cherrypaw didn’t like the elders, they were fine. But their den smelled weird and their nests were a mess and anytime she went in there, she had to sit through a story or two of the “good old days” and if she could avoid that for a moon, Cherrypaw was willing to risk it. Besides, she seriously doubted Lavenderpaw would manage to climb a tree, this seemed like a reasonably safe bet.
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Post by Sand on Aug 14, 2020 0:00:43 GMT -5
pipitdashaccompanied by Thrushdawn | campPipitdash wasn't going to believe Thrushdawn's conspiracy theory for a second, seeing that the longer he drew it out for, the less sense it made. She was growing impatient with him and his hoaxes to the point she wanted to tell him to buzz off. But she couldn't do that, at least not now. She was in too far.
"You sure sound so sure of yourself, you know," she taunted, noticing that his eloquence was obliterated quicker than she had expected. This, to Pipitdash, felt like an advantage. The less word play she had to deal with, the better. "If something so strange is afoot, obviously you would be able to figure it out, right?"
She really thought about being courteous towards Thrushdawn, but that notion dissipated the moment he had called her a fool. It was clear she couldn't care less about his feelings right now, especially when she still felt the sting from his insult. That wouldn't be leaving her for quite some time. Knowing Pipitdash, it might as well burn itself into her pelt just like the scorching sun was doing right now.
"Well, of course they do. Have you received any signs? You're Dawnstar's son, after all," she meowed, partly agreeing with the grey tom. He had a point, a small one at that. "If not you, then Rabbitfoot would be the only cat who receives signs from StarClan. That is what you're trying to prove here or am I wrong?" image source - pexels | highprince
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2020 6:41:47 GMT -5
Lavenderpaw- 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 The bet didn't daunt her. She had never particularly liked the elders. She found them, frankly, quite annoying, as she did young kits. Why must she care? Is it not enough to worry about one's own path? But instead of stepping back and thinking about the odds that this was very obviously presenting, she continued forward, a Quixote approaching the windmill as she found a young beckoning tree in a patch of heather. She graved the trunk in her paws and rubbed her paws against the jagged, papery pale bark, trying to get a feel for its traction, and suddenly jumped up so her back claws were embedded into the wood. ) One paw after the other, she slowly- and somewhat awkwardly- marched up the trunk. For a second, she looked to the nearest, lowest branch slowly approaching on her left- but then that would be the easy route, wasn't it? Even a trout could reach that. She would feel almost cowardly if she ended the bet right then and there. And besides, she had points to prove. She always had points to prove. It was a very Lavenderpaw thing. So she continued to shimmy up the trunk, her eyes now deadlocked like an evening owl's on the highest branch that could reliably support her weight. She would get there and be the tallest cat in all of WindClan! And oh, how humiliated SkyClan would be! And how everyone would look to her as a feline wunderkind, the best apprentice! Perhaps she could get her warrior name early even! The flights of fancy were nearly drowning her with their grandeur~ But she was still just there, on the tree bark, frivolously climbing a piece of living wood. She was only semi-aware of it, but her grip was slowly loosening.
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Post by little blu ♥ on Aug 14, 2020 13:53:24 GMT -5
Merlincatcher in camp - with Badgersong Hopeful was not an emotion Merlincatcher felt right now. His dull green eyes were locked on the distant rise of smoke, his thin tail wrapped around his paws tightly. The moors of his childhood were on fire. Where was the hope now? His claws stretched out into the grass, desperate to ground himself in any way possible, if only to keep himself from spiraling further into despair. His pink nose twitched in the wind - the scent of smoldering grass reaching him even here, from his place near the entrance to camp. Run. He wanted to run, to keep running and never look back. Unfortunately that would never be an option for Merlincatcher. He was growing older by the day, not the young, upstart he used to be, and the only home he’d ever known was here. No, he’d burn with this moor if that’s what it came down to - after all, aside from the thrill of the breeze against his face, what else did he have to live for?
Merlincatcher couldn’t release his gaze from the billowing gray cloud, as though it were hypnotizing him. His thin body, covered in peach fuzz instead of true fur, refused to stop trembling - though he didn’t feel cold. Instead he felt a looming dread settling over his shoulders, wrapping around his throat, making it hard to catch a breath. This heat was crushing, suffocating, there was no escape from it. Even the occasional breeze left gave little relief. The tom lowered his head, wondering if air would fill his lungs easier from that angle. Why was StarClan allowing this? The whole forest was suffering and the clans could do nothing but attempt to adapt and overcome.
Feeling grave, the senior moor runner staggered to his paws, uncoiling his body and elongating into the tall feline he was. Without a light of any sort in his eyes, Merlincatcher turned and sought the entrance back into camp. The long grass swayed around his body and as he moved with practiced steps, he seemed to sway with it, dancing with the moor. His paw-steps were light and landed with nary a sound - accustomed to hunting white-tailed hares with sensitive ears. His tail twitched behind him like a snake among the grass and he continued on his path, carefully picking his way through the entrance.
Thoughts flew through his head, memories almost of days spent chasing through the territory, his eyes closed in bliss, not a worry to be found. Those were the moons before reality had settled in. He could almost imagine the heavy burning scent lingering in his nostrils. Choking back a growl of desperation or wrath - who was to tell, the warrior settled blankly in the clearing. He didn't really see the others around him, as though his clan mates were shadows rather than living breathing felines. One large ear twitched at the sound of his name, a familiar voice reaching him. Badgersong? Did he need something...?
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2020 15:48:24 GMT -5
Cherrypaw @wonderfulalexander | With Lavenderpaw
Settling down underneath the tree, Cherrypaw tipped her head upwards to watch as Lavenderpaw scaled up the large thing. Part of her had been surprised that Lavenderpaw had taken her up on the offer once Cherrypaw had thrown the bet into it, yet here they were and if Cherrypaw was being honest here, she would admit that she was impressed by how far the other apprentice had already made it. Cherrypaw hadn’t thought she’d make it to the first low hanging branch. Giving her short, stubby tail a quick flick, Cherrypaw tilted her head to the side as she watched the other she-cat climb. “Not bad, who knows maybe you even have some SkyClan blood in there,” she joked lightly, calling up towards her. Cherrypaw seriously doubted that, but hey, there were some cats with rogue or loner blood in them, maybe it wasn’t too far fetched for some SkyClan blood to be there as well. “How high up are you going to go?” Cherrypaw asked, voice loud enough for Lavenderpaw to hear.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2020 17:04:48 GMT -5
Lavenderpaw- 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 "Perhaps I do!" said Lavenderpaw in response to the proposal that she might have a drop of SkyClan blood coursing in her veins. There was a zest in it- the zest that can only be had before adulthood, before reality sinks its teeth into the scruff. "And I intend to go as high as I possibly can." She was fully confident in herself- she could swim faster than RiverClan, climb higher than SkyClan, sneak attack better than ShadowClan, was stronger than ThunderClan... If all of LionClan after her, she could beat them- and if not, her WindClan legs could carry her away. She looked to the sky and grinned as if she was grinning to StarClan- of course they were there watching her, what could ever be more important? She was Don Quixote rounding the windmill, its blades becoming closer and closer as that ever-important last branch became closer and closer. The lance was drawn, the horse was in a full sprint, the shorter companion was looking on, everything was in place as the impossible dream of the hour, that glorious, crisp branch of wood with dying spring blossoms perched atop it like somber starlings, became within arm's reach... And then just as the windmill triumphed over Quixote's designs, Lavenderpaw slipped, and the tree looked on apathetically as she lost her grip.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2020 18:57:32 GMT -5
Cherrypaw @wonderfulalexander | With Lavenderpaw
Lavenderpaw kept climbing and although Cherrypaw wouldn’t admit it, she was beginning to grow a little nervous. WindClan cats weren’t supposed to be in trees, they lived on the moor and the moor didn’t have a lot of trees for a reason. Standing up, Cherrypaw began to pace a little. Maybe this had been a bad idea, after all, if Lavenderpaw did fall, she could get hurt and Cherrypaw would be to blame for that. She didn’t think that the other apprentice would’ve gone so high up there, however Lavenderpaw was still going and although Cherrypaw tried not to show it, she was getting worried. “Hey! Maybe you should come down now, what if you get stuck, we’ll have to find some SkyClan cat to help you down!” Cherrypaw joked, trying to keep any concern out of her voice. She didn’t want Lavenderpaw to know that she was beginning to worry. Pacing back and forth at the bottom of the tree, Cherrypaw looked back up. “Alright, I think you’ve proven your point now, you can come do-“ before she could finish her sentence, her blood ran cold as Lavenderpaw lost her grip. “Lavenderpaw!” Cherrypaw shouted, eyes wide as she watched the other she-cat.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2020 19:26:35 GMT -5
Lavenderpaw- 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, the thing that Lavenderpaw found most tattered when she slammed into the earth was her already-inflated ego. She landed on her back foot a bit awkwardly, and it was in pain , but it wasn't like she wanted to show that in front of Cherrypaw, so she bit the bullet and didn't flinch at the injury. She didn't want to alarm Cherrypaw, after all- it would be counterproductive for the both of them. For a brief moment, the idea of asking Rabbitfoot about it later in the day flickered through her head, but she discarded the idea as soon as it put itself together. There was nothing more humiliating then having that cobby medicine cat giving her a lecture on how she would need to be more careful! Or- even worse- being lectured by her mentor immediately afterwards, like a consistent line of slaps to the face! "I'm fine," she said. "I'll take care of the elders, I guess. Just don't tell anyone I fell, you know I'd be teased for weeks."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2020 20:07:14 GMT -5
Cherrypaw @wonderfulalexander | With Lavenderpaw
When Lavenderpaw fell, Cherrypaw felt her heart leap out of her chest and into her throat. That could have ended badly, and even as the other apprentice got up off the ground, it took a few moments for Cherrypaw to realize that Lavenderpaw was actually okay and not lying dead on the ground in front of her. WindClan had suffered enough deaths recently, she wasn’t sure what she would’ve done if she had contributed to another one. A couple more moments passed before Cherrypaw was able to calm her fur down and flatted it as she let out a breath that she didn’t realize she had been holding. “Maybe you don’t have SkyClan blood after all,” she said after a minute, letting out a small laugh as if that would help cut through the tension in the air, relaxing her muscles as she looked over Lavenderpaw. Luckily she didn’t seem hurt. “Guess this means I won’t have to clean out the elder’s nests for awhile now,” Cherrypaw added, letting out a bemused purr of victory. Now that she knew Lavenderpaw wasn’t in any actual danger, she could sit back and enjoy her victory.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2020 20:51:59 GMT -5
Lavenderpaw- 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 ”Guess so,” said Lavenderpaw, barely managing to bite her tongue back from declaring a retry. She spitefully looked up at the tree behind her, as if it itself had sent her flying down. The tree, being a tree, did not reply. “Forget I fell,” she instructed, looking away. “And I guess I don’t have SkyClan blood. But tell you what: I could totally beat any of them in a lick. It’s not like they can escape by climbing away now anyway,” she darkly joked, with just the right amount of intonation that it became both a joke and a challenge that fell on deaf air. After all, SkyClan was across the forest- they didn’t even know who she was, besides that one time she pestered one SkyClan warrior at the gathering a couple moons ago. SkyClan cats were tall and muscular, with very short fur and very angular bodies... but besides their tree climbing she couldn’t pick them out of a crowd easily. At least WindClan was distinct... wait, did all Clans feel that way about themselves? “I wonder what they sit around and do in other Clans all day.” She looked towards the RiverClan border, which was pretty clearly detailed by the edge of the thick foliage that defined RiverClan’s territory. “They probably have a whole other world going on in there...” But as quickly as the thought came, it passed- Lavenderpaw wasn’t very good at putting herself in other’s metaphorical pawsteps. “Not as good as WindClan, though. We WindClanners are the best at everything- even climbing trees!... Well, sort of.”
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 15, 2020 13:32:46 GMT -5
Swiftpaw windclan camp | accompanied by Hoppaw The young apprentice curled her lip in a hiss at Hoppaw. She wanted to swipe that stupid smile right off her pretty face. She felt her claws unsheathing, but to her credit, managed to keep her paws still. It wouldn't be the first time the two had gotten into a tussle over something trivial; she wouldn't let Hoppaw goad her into another boxing match.
"You deny that awfully hard for someone who claims she's not jealous," Swiftpaw growled. "At least I got to get out of camp and show those other scruffy apprentices which Clan is truly the best -- which is more than can be said for you." She narrowed her eyes for a heartbeat as the teasing went on. An image of Badgerpaw's indignant face popped into her head, and she nearly laughed. "Depends on what you define as 'cute.' He definitely wasn't my type, I assure you." She really has no idea, does she? Well, that's a good thing, of course, she thought defensively. If she knew... then she'd never stop making fun of me.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2020 18:20:14 GMT -5
(i'll write starters for grayheart and mulebelly... Soone)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 17, 2020 1:02:23 GMT -5
Robinpaw's nose twitched in disgust. "Ew. Why would you want to do that right now? Wouldn't it be better to go on patrol or something? I'm sure the other Clans would love to take advantage of any of our perceived weaknesses." Or actual weaknesses. The fires on the moor as well as the lack of prey were hard to pass over as anything but setbacks to WindClan's advancement.
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Aug 17, 2020 9:35:11 GMT -5
Robinpaw's nose twitched in disgust. "Ew. Why would you want to do that right now? Wouldn't it be better to go on patrol or something? I'm sure the other Clans would love to take advantage of any of our perceived weaknesses." Or actual weaknesses. The fires on the moor as well as the lack of prey were hard to pass over as anything but setbacks to WindClan's advancement. Silverswift (Robinpaw) Camp ”Well, I guess we can go out on a patrol or hunt. But I want to make sure our Clanmates are comfortable. You don’t want the elders complaining of dirty moss or ticks?” She suggested.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 17, 2020 12:12:57 GMT -5
Robinpaw | Camp - heading for Elder's Den | Thunderheart57 's Silverswift "Not really," Robinpaw admitted with a sigh. Why did Silverswift have to be so practical? It seemed much more interesting if they went off and did something else rather than waiting around camp just to check on elders. Not that she didn't respect them, she just didn't see why they had to worry about it now. "Fine, fine, want to check on them then? Come on." She swiveled, heading in that direction. ( XD I wonder who has any elder characters. Maybe we should see if they want in on the pesky apprentice and Silverswift.)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 17, 2020 18:27:55 GMT -5
Cherrypaw @wonderfulalexander | With Lavenderpaw
Chucking in amusement, Cherrypaw nodded her head in response. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell a single soul,” she promised, padding after the other apprentice. “You really think you could beat a SkyClan cat though?” Cherrypaw mused with a small tilt of her head as she looked over towards Lavenderpaw, letting out a thoughtful hum as she thought it over. SkyClan was pretty weak right now, and though Cherrypaw hadn’t ever fought a SkyClan cat before, she liked to think she could take any of them. “Alright, I’ll believe it, but WindClan is the best clan, so it would make sense that any WindClan cat could beat a SkyClan cat,” Cherrypaw said decidedly. They could beat any clan they wanted. The other clans should just consider themselves lucky that WindClan had better things to do than take over all the other clans. Listening to Lavenderpaw’s musing, Cherrypaw thought about it for a moment or so before shrugging. “I’m not sure what the other clans do, but I’m also not sure if I care either,” she added simply. “It doesn’t really concern me, after all.”
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Aug 17, 2020 20:15:08 GMT -5
Robinpaw | Camp - heading for Elder's Den | Thunderheart57 's Silverswift "Not really," Robinpaw admitted with a sigh. Why did Silverswift have to be so practical? It seemed much more interesting if they went off and did something else rather than waiting around camp just to check on elders. Not that she didn't respect them, she just didn't see why they had to worry about it now. "Fine, fine, want to check on them then? Come on." She swiveled, heading in that direction. ( XD I wonder who has any elder characters. Maybe we should see if they want in on the pesky apprentice and Silverswift.) (That’ll be fun.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2020 10:41:47 GMT -5
Lavenderpaw- 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 “WindClan is the best Clan of course. We have tunnelers and moor runners! If anyone bothered us we could just dig around their camp until it caved in,” she jested. “Although it might be hard with that river RiverClan has.” She looked towards the horizons- in the distance, she could see RiverClan and ShadowClan cats patrolling their sides of the border. Lavenderpaw hoped they saw her, if only because she wanted them to know she was the best apprentice that they would ever see. “My friend Doveheart- she’s a mood runner- says she sees the other Clans when she’s out on patrol. Although I don’t think her dad’s gonna let her out on a patrol for a long time after she saw Nettlefrost die yesterday. He’s never any fun...” Patchthroat, she remembered, had been wracked with guilt the entire day after his daughter had seen such a death up close. He hadn’t gotten any sleep and he looked weary. “I don’t like Patchthroat,” Lavenderpaw said decisively. “He is no fun and he mocks everyone. Worst of all, he’s ugly!” (Lavenderpaw didn’t quite have the empathy to realize that perhaps this wasn’t a kind thing to say.) “I think, when I will be leader, I will make sure nobody is so overprotective like that. If Patchthroat was around, he would have been so mad that I climbed that tree, but guess what? I did and I had fun. When I will be leader WindClan will be unstoppable.” There was a childish, idealistic simplicity to her words- after all, children, including of the feline variety, never quite know the difference between if and when. To Lavenderpaw, it was a given that she was the best and that she would be leader (even though the statistics were not in her favor), and that StarClan had smiled twice as brightly the night she was born. She was a protagonist, she was the focus- the personal fable, as psychology refers to it. But Lavenderpaw did not have self awareness or an entrance-level knowledge of psychology. She was simply stating what she knew to be fact.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 18, 2020 17:36:58 GMT -5
Robinpaw | Camp - heading for Elder's Den | Thunderheart57 's Silverswift "Not really," Robinpaw admitted with a sigh. Why did Silverswift have to be so practical? It seemed much more interesting if they went off and did something else rather than waiting around camp just to check on elders. Not that she didn't respect them, she just didn't see why they had to worry about it now. "Fine, fine, want to check on them then? Come on." She swiveled, heading in that direction. ( XD I wonder who has any elder characters. Maybe we should see if they want in on the pesky apprentice and Silverswift.) (That’ll be fun.) ( lazy penguin ☾ѕησσzє☽ Wanna join us?)
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Post by Leapkit on Aug 19, 2020 7:35:53 GMT -5
Teaselstar --
Teaselstar crawled out of the medicine cats den groggily. His rest hadn't been restful, but he was finally kicking the cold he had picked up from going to the moonstone. His paws shuffled slowly towards the fresh kill pile, hoping no one woould bother him just yet and he could enjoy a rabbit by himself. He had a lot to think on, and a lot had happened that he should have been there for. As he plucked a rabbit from the pile he sighed and mumbled to himself. "Get it together, mousebrain."
(This is it for now, please feel free to interact with him! I'm sorry ive been gone so long. I'm still a bit low energy though so teasel and windclan are my only primary focus. i made a thread in otd a week or so ago in case you wondered why i disappeared for so long. Also feel free to give me a rundown of anything you think is important. I probably need it cause i gave up on reading every single reply before i made another post.)
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