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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 3, 2020 14:32:06 GMT -5
- - Bluetuft [ ruki] It was a new day and it wasn’t too hot yet, that’s what Bluetuft considered to be a good morning. Shifting in his best, Bluetuft looked over to his sister, Turtlecloud, sleeping beside him. Crowsong wasn’t here to kick Turtlecloud in the face against whilst she slept, which hopefully meant that when Turtlecloud did wake up, she’d be in a better mood. Purring a little, Bluetuft got up to his feet and stretched, looking around at all the other sleeping warriors. They all looked like curled up wads of fur, he kind of wanted to poke them, or maybe pile them on top of each other to make a giant stack of warriors. However luckily, Bluetuft knew better than to try that. Letting out a rather chipper hum, Bluetuft clumsily padded out of the warrior’s den, his tail brushing along a couple faces of his sleeping clanmates as he left, and honestly? He might’ve stepped on one or two of them as well. However if he did, he certainly didn’t notice and as he stepped out into the clearing, Bluetuft let out a content sigh, inhaling the fresh scent of morning. Today was gonna be great.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 3, 2020 14:39:47 GMT -5
- - Ravenpaw [ ᴏᴡʟ] Even though he hadn’t talked to anyone besides his mother, that gathering had been way too much for Ravenpaw. He was exhausted yet his anxiety had kept him up all night, what if one of the cats at the gathering was sick and got him sick that way? Or what if his presence by the deputies had offended them and all the other clans were about to wage war against ShadowClan? What if the other clans thought he was weak and when he eventually met them in battle, they took it upon themselves to kill him first? Oh good StarClan, what if ShadowClan was about to be attacked and all his family was going to die all because Ravenpaw had unknowingly offended another clan with his mere existence? ... It seemed unlikely, especially with how peaceful the morning was right now. However that hadn’t stopped his worries from rearing their ugly head all night and as soon as it had gotten light enough, Ravenpaw had quietly slipped out of the apprentice’s den and found a quiet place to sit down, watching as the rest of the clan began to rise. His eyes stung, his fur was all messed up, and he was kind of hoping that someone would knock him out so he could sleep, but hey, at least no one had attacked the clan yet.
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Post by ruki on Aug 3, 2020 14:44:01 GMT -5
FUNGISTALK & SHE/HER ShadowClan Warrior & Camp. Interacting with Bluetuft ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 )
Indeed he did step on someone, and her name was Fungistalk.
The feeling of a paw protruding into her side made her woke up with a startling pain. She blinked a couple of times before feeling one fluffy tail in her face. She snorted as she watched the tom leave the warriors den as she shuffled in her nest. She swayed gently as she stood up, and unlike the tom who so rudely interrupted her dreams, she made sure not to step on anyone's body.
"Good morning, Bluetuft." grumbled the she-cat, yellow eyes narrowed slightly. "You weren't very careful when walking out this morning. Are you that much of a morning cat?" It was blunt, even harsh if one didn't know Fungistalk very well, and Fungistalk was a few moons older than the other in front of her. They didn't get to interact much beforehand.
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Aug 3, 2020 17:48:59 GMT -5
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Post by dαιѕy on Aug 3, 2020 17:49:16 GMT -5
C O A L N O S E { in camp w/ open } The weather was almost unbearable, the sun's thick rays penetrating anything beneath it and spilling humidity and heat in amounts that trumped what they'd endured the past few days. Coalnose, a jet black tom, was not enjoying it at all. He'd returned from an early morning hunting session around sun high and had just awoken from his nap he'd earned. Curled up beneath a large pine tree, he assumed he was safe from the hot rays of death that clung into his black fur more than others, but he was wrong. It was the tingling in his paws and spine that jolted him awake, his green eyes wide and alert. Sighing as he realized what had happened, he rose to his paws and shook out his dark colored fur, nose twitching softly as the pungent aroma of fresh kill hit his scent glands. Hungry was an understatement for this stocky tomcat. Tail tip twitching, he sauntered over to the pile of morsels and nosed through it momentarily, settling on a blackbird and returning to his comfy spot. Plucking it's feathers, the tom realized he could probably use them to line his nest to combat the itchy bracken he usually laid in. Tucking them under a root to save them from wind and dust, the male tomcat devoured his supper in a few bites, tongue swiping his maw as he finished. Despite the normal lingering of cats, Coalnose felt uneasy after the gathering. It seemed SkyClan was much weaker from the drought than he had thought, especially with them unable to climb trees; that was their advantage over the other clans! Coalnose held a curious expression as he mulled over the next few moons. Perhaps another clan would attack SkyClan and claim their territory, or maybe ShadowClan would do it. Not wanting to be the stereotypical blood-hungry black cat, he flicked the thoughts away. Although, it had been moons since he'd participated in a real battle, something his claws itched to be apart of once more. Take it easy..
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 3, 2020 22:50:29 GMT -5
Open // In Csmp [𝑓𝑜𝑥 (Would you like to have Mothcatcher have a training Frostpaw)] ☽✧❆✧☾
The tall black she-cat slipped out of the apprentices den, Her ice blue eyes searching immediately for her mentor, Mothcatcher. The apprentice, was eager to be out of the camp. She wanted to do something, anything. Whether it be hunting or training in battle moves, she couldn't sit in her nest any longer. She needed to contribute to her clan, in some way.
Frostpaw had been restless, since the moment she had returned home from the gathering. She'd been told to get some rest, before starting her day. Though the young cat, only tossed and turned. She thought about the gathering, and watching the leaders, up on the great rock. She'd sat in awe, staring up at the clan leaders. She couldn't help but feel a slight urge to be in that position. One day, at least.
It was a big dream to have, but one she would fight for. She could see herself, Froststar, Leader of Shadowclan. Of course, she didn't want to kill off Batstar. She liked her current leader. But how could she ever achieve the goals to become deputy, and then leader, if Batstar was still alive.?
With a quick shake of her head, to brush the thoughts aside, Frostpaw continued to search for the familiar pelt, of her mentor. She was sure that the tom was around here, somewhere at least. Though she couldn't spot his ashy grey fur. Maybe he was still asleep. He would come find her soon, she was sure of it. With a final sweep of her eyes, she sat down, and began to groom out her long black fur, making sure to get the white tufts on her chest.
Open // in elders den [ ] ✸✸❣✸✸
Scorchstreak awoke, among the cozy den, where the elders slept. A soft, but rusty purr, rumbled in his chest. He lifted his head, blinking sleep from his green eyes. He looked around, the now crowded den, at the familiar colors, of his denmates. He'd never expected to like being an elder. He did miss his role as a warrior. But in this moment, among the other elders, he was content. Maybe it was because he was never alone. He was always in company, of one of the other elders.
With a yawn, The black tom, gave his paw a few licks, before rubbing it over his face. His belly rumbled slightly, and he flattened his ears slightly in embarrassment, hoping no one else noticed. The elder was hungry, as he hadn't eaten anything, the day before. He'd just been way to hot, to actually eat anything. The heat was making him more tired, slightly more crabby, than he usually was. Not wanting to disturb any of the other elders, he just rested his head on his paws, hoping an apprentice would be along soon, to feed them.
Darkfire Open // Burn Sycamore ☀☀✬☀☀
The large black and orange shape of Darkfire, sat near the Burn Sycamore, enjoying the peace and quiet. He'd slipped from camp, not wanting to really interact with a bunch of his clanmates. He'd been unwilling to be chosen for a patrol, just wanting to be away from the camp. Though, a bit of company, would be nice, he didn't mind being alone.
His dark green eyes, traveled to a blur of movement. A mouse was running along the ground, heading for a hole among the roots of a pine tree. Giving a flick of his tail, he turned his gaze away, knowing that it would be a waste of time, to attempt to catch the mouse. It was moving too quickly, for Darkfire to reach it in time. Not really even having the energy to hunt, he just turned and gave his spine a long stroke of his tongue, trying to flatten his fur out.
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Post by Ivyfalcon on Aug 3, 2020 23:14:51 GMT -5
MarshpawShadowClan camp | Batstar ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖) Marshpaw was startled awake by something attacking him! He felt that something touch his side, and he immediately leaped up, terrified. Well, I guess this is how I die. Is it a fox? A badger? He tentatively looked toward his attacker and- oh, it was just Batstar. “Oops, s-sorry,” he mumbled, embarrassed at getting so worked up about nothing.
Then he stiffened again. He was so relived that a fox or a badger wasn’t coming to kill him that he hadn’t even really processed that his leader was the one waking him up. “Did you need me for something?” he asked, not meeting her gaze. Great, now I’ve embarrassed myself in front of Batstar, could this day be any worse already?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2020 11:59:45 GMT -5
I have Hazepaw and Flowersplash open!)
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 4, 2020 14:54:48 GMT -5
Larkpetal » Blue eyes scanned the clearing with a harsh calculation that could have made even a fox flinch. There was a coldness in the stare that matched the sensation of paws sliding in leaf-bare snow and causing a chill down a warrior's entire body. Fortunately for most of the Clan, the molly's stare was reserved not for them, but for one particular cat that always left a sour taste in her mouth and a hollow feeling in her chest.
Batstar. Her very own littermate.
Larkpetal watched as the familiar calico leader made her way across camp and toward the apprentices' den. It was common knowledge that the leader wasn't currently training an apprentice, but of course the leader would prefer to find company in a 'paw even with her sister not too far in the clearing herself. Larkpetal didn't want to admit it, but that tugged at her heart more than she wanted, and not in the warm, fuzzy way. No, this tugged at her heart with a bitterness that made her want to curl her lips and bare her fangs, but she pushed the feeling down with a dry swallow. You're far too refined for such expressions, she chided to herself. You aren't a barbarian like some cats in this Clan.
It shouldn't hurt as much as it did to see her littermate seek out an apprentice. Larkpetal wasn't even on good terms with Batstar, so why did she want her sister's attention as much as she did? A faint growl rumbled in the back of her throat as she once again chided herself for the thoughts running through her mind. She needed to do something, anything, to get her mind off her sister.
Shaking her head, the long-legged molly stepped away from the shadows near the warriors' den and headed out more to the middle of camp, making it obvious that she was looking for the company of another feline.
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 4, 2020 15:26:59 GMT -5
M U S H R O O M P A Win camp, accompanied by ravenpaw (𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 ) He should apologize. He knew that, but it was difficult to form the words. He wanted to blame Marshpaw, but he knew how unfair that was, too. He couldn't just blame his little brother for everything... Oh, but if Ravenpaw hadn't reminded him of Marshpaw, he wouldn't have to deal with this guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach!
Mouse-dung!
He was always doing something like this. He never took responsibility for his mistakes. It was something that he was keenly aware of, just like his mouth. It always got the better of him, but it was useless when he truly needed it. His heart wasn't much better, either. It beat too fast, and told him to flee before his actions could bite him in the tail. He lived with a lot of shame, because of those two.
No, no, no! Not today! Today is the day I apologize!
He'd debated when to approach the little tom, but the timing had never felt right. He couldn't speak to him in the apprentice's den, because his denmates might see how embarrassed he was. He couldn't approach them while they were training, either, because Applefrost would have his hide for distracting them. Finally—finally—there'd been the gathering, but he'd spent most of the evening with Marshpaw, because he was trembling like a leaf—which is to say, they both were, though he'd never admit to it.
Today, however, he wouldn't tremble. He would lift his head high! Or, high-ish. He tried his best as he cast quick glances towards Ravenpaw, who sat quietly by himself.
Alright, Mushroompaw, he thought with a deep breath, you can do this.
Gulping, though there was not much to swallow, the fluffy apprentice began the slow walk towards him. His eyes darted "casually" about the camp, as if to hide where he was going. He wound up sitting some tail-lengths away from the little tom, and once he had mustered up enough courage, he managed to speak.
"Um—... Do you mind if I sit here, for a moment? I-I wanted to say something, to you... if that's alright."
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Aug 4, 2020 16:07:27 GMT -5
Pinedapple| ShadowClan Camp | Open
She walked back into camp after the gathering. Meeting Vulturefoot was an eye opening experience. She got to know a little bit of WindClan’s prey situation. She honestly felt bad for the WindClan cats. She wished she could gift prey to them in order to help their starving warriors, elders, and kits. She let out a deep sigh, and sat in a shady spot underneath a tree.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 4, 2020 16:54:47 GMT -5
Larkpetal » It seemed as if, for once, fate wanted to be kind to Larkpetal and help her out.
The sound of a voice calling out to her grabbed the molly's attention. Larkpetal turned to find herself looking over at Viperslip, a warm smile of greeting already pulling at her muzzle as she donned a sweeter persona than her inner struggles would make her seem. "Ah, hello there, Viperslip. Should you have me for a hunt, I'd love to keep you company," she mewed in a sweet, smooth tone, something almost sickly about the way she carried her voice. "StarClan knows we need the food, but I doubt a warrior such as yourself would have any troubles with finding prey." Let it be known that Larkpetal was the flirtatious sort as well, something of a vixen in the way she sweet-talked other warriors all the while lurking in a much darker place in her mind. She wasn't dangerous like a fox per say, but perhaps it would be safe to say that Larkpetal was above nothing to satisfy her inner desires.
With a flick of her tail she gestured toward the camp's exit. "Had anywhere in mind? I'm not picky." She would let Viperslip lead this two cat patrol of theirs. He had been the one to suggest it, after all, so it seemed only fair to Larkpetal that he also become the leader between the two of them.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 4, 2020 18:24:27 GMT -5
Littledove With Coalnose
Stepping out of the warrior den, the sunlight hit the molly's pristine pelt. The molly had taken care to ensure her white fur stayed clean. Littledove actively detested the rumours she heard at gatherings about how Shadowclan cats were dirty and enjoyed mud. She couldn't help that their territory was particularly marshy than the others. Not that it felt marshy since newleaf had drifted into greenleaf. The mud had grown hard and the warrior couldn't help but miss the rain even if it required more time for grooming.
Littledove's nose twitched with annoyance as she stalked away from the warrior's den. She didn't want to lurk around, waiting for Mossynose to give herself something to do. And staying in a camp, boiling in this heatwave was equally unappealing.
A certain black pelt caught her attention. Coalnose. She couldn't recall at the moment if she ever truly talked to the tom outside of patrols. He was born when she was around 10 moon so they didn't train together. Littledove strolled over to the warrior, her tail high with the typical aura of self-confidence she had. "Coalnose," she greeted with faint purr and went to sit down next to him. "I heard you went to the gathering," she started, giving him a sidelong glance before titling her head, "How was that?" She heard whispers from the rest of her clanmates but nothing seemed concrete. She hated being left out of the loop.
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 4, 2020 20:04:56 GMT -5
Viperslip with Larkpetal // camp
Viperslip wasn't so easily swayed by sweet talk, however it certainly helped the ego he was convinced he didn't have. Puffing his chest out a bit more, the fluffy tom thought of places in the territory that weren't completely dried up yet. "Last I checked, crooked brook was still running. I'm sure we could easily find some frogs trying to escape the heat." He suggested, knowing it was a great idea. Yet, he couldn't help but look at Larkpetal's expression afterwards, wondering if the she-cat would agree with him.
Either way, if she agreed or not, he was going to head in that direction regardless. Larkpetal would just have to deal with it and follow along. Then again, Viperslip really didn't think she would care where they went, he had a feeling she just wanted an excuse to get out of the camp.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 4, 2020 20:36:22 GMT -5
Larkpetal » Crooked Brook was an interesting choice, she had to admit. It wasn't a bad choice, but if she was being honest, it wasn't exactly her favorite place. The nearby Thunderpath was loud and the smell was horrid, but that wasn't going to deter her now. At this point she would do just about anything to get out of camp, even if that meant spending her day near the Thunderpath.
Masking her true thoughts on the Crooked Brook with a charming smile, the molly nodded her agreement toward Viperslip. "That sounds good with me." Despite being near the Thunderpath, getting her paws wet in a place that wasn't dried up would be refreshing. Plus, catching frogs was always entertaining for the molly. With her long legs it was easy for her to navigate through even the wettest parts of ShadowClan territory. Based on her legs she should have been named Heronpetal rather than Larkpetal, but she wasn't about to march up to Batstar and demand a name change. Besides, Lark sounded more refined of a name than Heron - it distinguished her more as a ShadowClan cat rather than a RiverClan one.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2020 21:52:36 GMT -5
Flowersplash sat alone in camp while she groomed her fur lightly to smooth out any ruffles. She debated on going out by herself to catch more prey or just go for a walk. Sometimes she felt bored in camp with no one to talk to, but sometimes felt glad no one was around too. The less cats around would mean less fights over mouse brained things such as taking the last frog off the fresh kill pile. After she finished grooming, she sat back on her haunches and gazed across the quiet camp.
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Post by lazy penguin on Aug 4, 2020 22:44:15 GMT -5
Minksneeze
shadowclan camp | morning | silverbirch (Blaze ♡ )
"I'm not sure it will be for much longer," Minksneeze replied with a snort. "And I wouldn't put it past the rats to start picking fights with our warriors," she added, turning to her mentor with a smile. "You know the warriors just have to attack them if they look at them funny." She wasn't usually up for banter, but she had a level of comfort around her mentor that she didn't have among the rest of her clanmates. She could complain to him. And that was a rare luxury in a clan where ever issue seemed to end in a fight.
"We could also use some more marigold, most of our supply is too dried up to be of much use." She added, nodding to the pile of petals and leaves that she had pulled out earlier. With tensions rising as high as they had at the gathering, she wanted to make sure they were prepared for more than just battles with rodents. "But I think I saw some burdock growing along the ThunderClan border the other day? We could start over there."
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 5, 2020 1:46:06 GMT -5
Viperslip with Larkpetal // camp
Viperslip nodded as she agreed, having expected her to but would've understood if there had been some push back. The stream wasn't exactly that popular of a spot as it was close enough to the Thunderpath that it could be considered overwhelming for some. Though, for this particular Shadowclan warrior, Viperslip enjoyed the rushing noise of the Monsters as they raced on the Thunderpath. He could never quite understand how they could be so fast, and so destructive, but a part of him liked it. Though, he'd never be mouse-brained enough to try and catch one. He would end up crushed, much like that one Windclan warrior whose passing he head of during the gathering last night.
Not dwelling too much time on his thoughts, Viperslip turns and begins to tread out of camp. Once Larkpetal joined him, the large tomcat would follow the path towards Crooked Brook, knowing that Larkpetal's long legs would easily keep up with his quick stride. "So, how're you?" He asked eventually, not one to dabble in small talk very often.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 5, 2020 2:32:26 GMT -5
Larkpetal » Larkpetal wasted no time in following after the silver tabby. She was glad that she now had a viable excuse to slip away from camp. Had she stayed in there any longer she was sure her frustrations would have come out in a rather unpleasant way, and Larkpetal would much rather not cause a scene. She wasn't willing to give in to violent urges that Batstar had. The blue-eyed molly wasn't willing to show any similarities to her sister, so she kept her claws sheathed and her fangs hidden behind a pleasant smile. She wasn't some rogue, not like her littermate seemed to be.
Shaking her head, Larkpetal forced herself to pay mind to other things. Now wasn't the time to linger on the emotions she had for her sister, but instead, she needed to worry on the task at paw. She was with Viperslip, a rather handsome tomcat if she was being honest, and she would feel terrible if she ignored such a feline.
The molly shot the tom a side look, the briefest hints of amusement pulling at her whiskers at his question. "I'm much better now that I get to stretch my legs and go on a hunt with a Clanmate," she responded with ease, rolling her shoulders underneath her pelt in a nonchalant manner. "I was starting to get a little antsy in camp. Say," she quickly added, a deep curiosity flashing in her blue eyes, "how did the gathering go? You were there, yes?" She had been part of the Clan that Batstar had kept at camp, unable to attend the gathering in the name of defending the camp should something arise. She had wanted to attend this moon's gathering, but perhaps Batstar would acknowledge her existence for the next one. At least Viperslip had attended, or so she was sure he had, so if there had been any juicy gossip then perhaps the tabby would fill her in.
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Post by dαιѕy on Aug 5, 2020 10:09:34 GMT -5
c o a l n o s e in camp with littledove The soft white pelt of Littledove caught his attention as soon as she exited the warriors den. Her long, white fur stood brightly next to his harsh, jet black bodice. The two appeared like a yin and yang when they stood next to each other. To his surprise, the Molly had caught his gaze and began sauntering over, leaving him to flick an ear in curiosity. What does she want? he wondered, a bit annoyed that he hadn't been pulled to a patrol or something yet. Her curt greeting made his neck fur tingle a bit, though she seemed only interested in gathering news. Whiskers twitching he dipped his head slightly, green eyes watching hers as she spoke. "Littledove," he murmured to the white she-cat, ears perked as she questioned him about the gathering. It was true, the tomcat had gone, but it was quite a boring experience. "Oh you know, same hostilities different moon," he grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes. He had is doubts about all the other clans, and to his delight Batstar didn't seem keen to reveal any information. Truth be told, the drought was definitely hurting the clan cats, though in Coalnose's eyes, it seemed to be affecting RiverClan the most. "RiverClan looks like their in the middle of leaf-bare, and SkyClan's leader announced that they would no longer be climbing trees due to an injured apprentice." He lowered his gaze and a small smirk tugged at his lips. "Honestly, I don't think he clan knew she was planning that. They all looked surprised," he noted, tail tip twitching. It was almost a relief to Coalnose that the other clans were having hardships as well, it made him feel less weak.
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Post by ruki on Aug 5, 2020 11:09:32 GMT -5
FUNGISTALK & SHE/HER ShadowClan Warrior & Camp. Interacting with Owlskip 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 - - ★ !
The black she-cat was laying in the warriors den, flicking her tail. Anything to get out of this heat, with her thick coat and all. The bored expression on her face was a common one, and even more so since she'd rather stay in the shade than be out there. Her ears flattened a bit as she looked around the den. I guess everyone is busy, or something. She thought to herself. That was until she caught a glimpse of one of the younger warriors... Owlskip, was it? He was made a warrior about three moons ago, which is a little late for his age.
She would pad up to him herself, but socialising isn't her strong suit. Fungistalk knows that she needs to get better at talking to others, however, she was hesitant. Would it be too weird to ask if it's too hot for him too? They were both fluffy and thick-coated, but would the out of the blue question be too weird? Her yellow gaze looked away and continued to debate it quietly to herself. Don't want to be rude, don't want to stare...
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 5, 2020 15:11:43 GMT -5
Viperslip with Larkpetal // camp Viperslip caught the amusement in her expression and he had to fight back a scowl. Had she thought he was being funny? That wasn't his intention. Or was she amused by his lack of social skills. If that were the case then he would try and shrug it off, not let it get to him. He doesn't let things get to him so easily, taking things like water off a ducks back. Which was practically a lie, this was something he'd probably think about before he goes to sleep. Analyzing every expression or social tick that Larkpetal provided him, overthinking and drawing up a narrative that just wasn't true.
Before he could get too into his head than he already was, Viperslip blinked as he was asked how the gathering went. He'd forgotten pretty much all about it, but if Larkpetal was curious than the tom was more than happy to provide. "The gathering, huh?" The words smoothly rolled off his tongue. The silver tabby tried to create a summary that he thought the molly would be interested in hearing.
"It started with the usual, cats mingling and pretending they're all friends with one another. Not sure why they even both, we'll probably all die at each other's paws," He huffed and rolled his eyes before clearing his throat, "Anyways, Riverclan was...Riverclan, Stagstar died so Thunderclan's new leader is Rainstar. She announced their new apprentices. Squirrelstar reported that one of their apprentices fell and so she banned tree climbing in Skyclan's territory. Windclan also got a new leader, Teaselstar, he was too sick to attend so his deputy, Sparrowtuft, stepped in. He reported their new warriors and a new apprentice as well as the death of Nettlefrost. The mouse-brain went and got trampled by some cattle." Viperslip finally finished, looking to Larkpetal now, curious about how she was respond.
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Post by 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 - - ★ on Aug 5, 2020 15:51:09 GMT -5
- - Owlskip & Fungistalk // Warrior's Den - - [ ruki ] The hotter weather was not all that pleasant for the fluffy tom. For as long as he had his longer coat, Owlskip found himself to be a bit more laid-back around the hotter times of the seasons. Earlier he had found himself taking a nap. Being out in the sun sure made you tired. At the moment, the young warrior was still lingering in the warrior's den. Partly because he was still gathering his senses and partly because he was still taking in the fact he was actually in the warrior's den. Sure he had been a warrior for around three moons now, but it was still amazing! After the, ah.. slightly delay in his apprenticeship it was refreshing to experience something new. Not that he didn't like hanging out with his fellow apprentices, he would sure miss them. But new beginnings! That was always fun.
Owlskip lifted up his head and scanned the surrounding area. Not many warriors were here at the moment. Most of them were out doing their duties among other things. Made sense. He then noticed a fellow Clanmate who was avoiding the heat like he was. Who was she again...? Right! Fungistalk. There were still a lot of names to remember. But hers wasn't too hard. They both shared common looks in terms of their thick and fluffy coats. Owlskip looked to the molly and offered a friendly smile. "Pretty hot out there today, huh?" He asked jokingly. "Feel like we're practically soaking up all the sunshine." While the latter was to lighten the mood, deep down Owlskip was dying a little bit on the inside. With his coat he literally soaks up the sun and heat. But he'd never complain about that. No, no, he would never.
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Post by ruki on Aug 5, 2020 15:56:51 GMT -5
FUNGISTALK & SHE/HER ShadowClan Warrior & Warrior's den. With Owlskip ( 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 - - ★ )
The she-cat let out a trill when she heard the tom, head turning back. Her eyes were wide, almost like she'd been caught in the act of a terrible crime. Her yellow eyes blink in the blankest manner before nodding. Yeah. Okay. This makes it easier, don't have start a conversation. She adjusted herself to face the tom as she spoke.
"If I walk outside, I might shrivel up and die like a weed. " She snorted at the attempt of humor, although with her monotone style of speaking, it came off very dry, almost glaring at the entrance of the den with the hot, bright sun before looking back at her denmate, with a... sort of smile. She's trying to be friendly. "Curse us ShadowClan cats with the longest, thickest pelts known to StarClan. Even if we swam, we'd stink for days trying to get it out." Good thing you're not RiverClan, huh?
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 5, 2020 19:55:24 GMT -5
Larkpetal » Gatherings had always been interesting to the molly. If they weren't she wouldn't have asked about it in the first place, but she did expect to hear only the boring, typical news relayed back to her from Viperslip. She expected him to mention how all the other Clans were faring due to the heatwave, but what she didn't expect was the news of not one, but two, leader deaths and one of the new leaders already having fallen ill.
Interesting.
Larkpetal couldn't help but stretch herself up on her legs and glance out across the marsh as if to look beyond into ThunderClan territory. "So Stagstar is dead," she murmured in a tone that seemed almost too wistful for a cat who had no ties to the old tom. "Looks like we'll need to watch our borders for a few moons then. I can imagine ThunderClan will be rowdy as they adjust to a new leader." It hadn't been too long ago that ShadowClan itself gained a new leader in Batstar. Marigoldcloud's death was still fresh in Larkpetal's mind, still fresh in her heart as well, but that wasn't something she wanted to dive into just yet. Her feelings on all that had been mulled on for much too long today already.
Her large ears then angled toward the moors as she turned her thoughts to WindClan and their loss of Dawnstar. "WindClan must be in a fit. They lose their leader and instantly their new leader falls ill among the death of a warrior. They're weak right now, and if I were some bloodthirsty, aggressive cat that wanted to take land for her Clan, I'd say now is as good a time as ever to add rabbit to our fresh-kill." Larkpetal had only had rabbit once or twice in her lifetime, and while the meat wasn't bad, she had found it to be too stringy for her liking. She much preferred the prey she hunted here in the marshes, but food was food, and she would take whatever was offered.
And then there was the news about SkyClan and how Squirrelstar had disbanded tree climbing.
Larkpetal narrowed her eyes, her tail giving the faintest of hostile twitches.
SkyClan had given her a sour taste in the back of her throat since she had been an apprentice.
"Those bird-catchers need to be knocked down a peg or two anyway," she muttered, and that was all she had to say about that.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 5, 2020 22:26:57 GMT -5
Open // In Csmp [𝑓𝑜𝑥 (Would you like to have Mothcatcher have a training Frostpaw)] ☽✧❆✧☾
The tall black she-cat slipped out of the apprentices den, Her ice blue eyes searching immediately for her mentor, Mothcatcher. The apprentice, was eager to be out of the camp. She wanted to do something, anything. Whether it be hunting or training in battle moves, she couldn't sit in her nest any longer. She needed to contribute to her clan, in some way.
Frostpaw had been restless, since the moment she had returned home from the gathering. She'd been told to get some rest, before starting her day. Though the young cat, only tossed and turned. She thought about the gathering, and watching the leaders, up on the great rock. She'd sat in awe, staring up at the clan leaders. She couldn't help but feel a slight urge to be in that position. One day, at least.
It was a big dream to have, but one she would fight for. She could see herself, Froststar, Leader of Shadowclan. Of course, she didn't want to kill off Batstar. She liked her current leader. But how could she ever achieve the goals to become deputy, and then leader, if Batstar was still alive.?
With a quick shake of her head, to brush the thoughts aside, Frostpaw continued to search for the familiar pelt, of her mentor. She was sure that the tom was around here, somewhere at least. Though she couldn't spot his ashy grey fur. Maybe he was still asleep. He would come find her soon, she was sure of it. With a final sweep of her eyes, she sat down, and began to groom out her long black fur, making sure to get the white tufts on her chest.
Open // in elders den [ ] ✸✸❣✸✸
Scorchstreak awoke, among the cozy den, where the elders slept. A soft, but rusty purr, rumbled in his chest. He lifted his head, blinking sleep from his green eyes. He looked around, the now crowded den, at the familiar colors, of his denmates. He'd never expected to like being an elder. He did miss his role as a warrior. But in this moment, among the other elders, he was content. Maybe it was because he was never alone. He was always in company, of one of the other elders.
With a yawn, The black tom, gave his paw a few licks, before rubbing it over his face. His belly rumbled slightly, and he flattened his ears slightly in embarrassment, hoping no one else noticed. The elder was hungry, as he hadn't eaten anything, the day before. He'd just been way to hot, to actually eat anything. The heat was making him more tired, slightly more crabby, than he usually was. Not wanting to disturb any of the other elders, he just rested his head on his paws, hoping an apprentice would be along soon, to feed them.
Darkfire Open // Burn Sycamore ☀☀✬☀☀
The large black and orange shape of Darkfire, sat near the Burn Sycamore, enjoying the peace and quiet. He'd slipped from camp, not wanting to really interact with a bunch of his clanmates. He'd been unwilling to be chosen for a patrol, just wanting to be away from the camp. Though, a bit of company, would be nice, he didn't mind being alone.
His dark green eyes, traveled to a blur of movement. A mouse was running along the ground, heading for a hole among the roots of a pine tree. Giving a flick of his tail, he turned his gaze away, knowing that it would be a waste of time, to attempt to catch the mouse. It was moving too quickly, for Darkfire to reach it in time. Not really even having the energy to hunt, he just turned and gave his spine a long stroke of his tongue, trying to flatten his fur out. {Anyone have anyone open to interact with any of mine.? They’re all open.}
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 5, 2020 23:34:18 GMT -5
Littledove With Coalnose Her piercing gaze focused on the slightly younger tom, placing her sole attention on Coalnose for the time being. She wanted to know what happened at the gathering and the tom was going to give her the information... or else.
"That is the obvious," Littledove pointed out, catching the tom's mutter words, "but something must have happened..." she trailed off hoping the tom would give her the information she seeked. She didn't want the stupid useless answer. She needed to know details. Perhaps Coalnose didn't pay close enough attention or bothered to listen to any of the other gossiping felines at the four trees. She felt a twinge of disappointment.
Her blue gaze drifted away from Coalnose with a soft, almost inaudible huff. She didn't like feeling like she wasted her time.
One of her delicate white twitched as the black tom spoke once before. Her head swiveling back in his direction and shifted slightly back in his direction. Her eyes sharpened with interest and she let out a laugh when Coalnose spoke of Skyclan. "I bet their faces were hilarious," she meowed, trying to imagine the dumbfounded looks they must have had. Everyone knew that Skyclan lived for their trees. It was ridiculous but she figured each clan had their own thing.
Littledove paused for a moment, "Shame to hear about their apprentice.... and Riverclan's water situation," she meowed with a small twitch of her whiskers. It really wasn't her problem but she couldn't be that heartless.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 6, 2020 0:05:15 GMT -5
Silverbirch with Minksneeze || Shadowclan camp A spark gleamed in his eyes as he grinned back at Minksneeze, pleased the typically meek feline was offering some snark. A small chuckle of laughter escaping from the tom's throat, "You are probably right about that." Rats were vile creatures. He wouldn't be surprise if the patrols started reporting activity around the carrion-place. "Warriors are stupid, remember that," Silverbirch meowed with a firm nod, like his words were an actual fact.
The old tom wrinkled his nose at the thought of dry herbs. Brightwhisker would probably rolling in their grave if they knew that Silverbirch and his apprentice didn't fix that right away. His old mentor was a stickler for things being tidy and up to date.
"I am sure we will find some," Silverbirch meowed, frowning slightly. He was tab bit worried about how the drought was affecting the herbs but he wasn't going to say anything to Batstar. It wasn't going to be problem until it was a problem. Unless Minksneeze already went to the fresh leader and babbled about their problems.
"Yes, Thunderclan border first," he agreed, trusting Minksneeze's intuition and that way he could get their strench out of his nose while they searched for marigold later. And turned on his paws, beckoning for Minksneeze to follow him as he left the den unceremoniously. There was no time to dillydally, there was herbs to find and stuff to do. The clan would be fine with two medicine cat out and about.
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