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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 12, 2020 3:00:57 GMT -5
Buzzardflutter » What was Crowsong going on about not frogging? Buzzardflutter was sure she had heard her sister frog. Or she thought she heard Crowsong frog. What if Buzzardflutter had been the one to frog and just didn't know it? She didn't remember making any noises, and she hadn't felt anything vibrate in the back of her throat, but maybe she had frogged. The molly supposed a cat could frog without knowing it, so that had to be the case here, right?
Apparently not.
Buzzardflutter wasn't the smartest cat around, but she could tell that Crowsong's demeanor changed completely. Something wasn't right here. Crowsong had gone stiff, a sense of dread now hanging over the air. Buzzardflutter let out a whimper. "Wh...what's...what's wrong-what's wrong, Crowsong?" She stumbled over her words as she pushed herself to her paws and backed up behind her sister through the mud, stumbling on her way, splashing her hindquarters into the water. "Is it...hmm, mmmm," she tried to find the right words to say, her mind racing faster than the beat of a hummingbird's wings. "Bad...bad frog?" Buzzardflutter got the words out right as her heart began to catch up with the fear that was now coursing through her small body, blood now rushing in her ears with a loud roar that had her trembling from head to toe.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 12, 2020 3:21:07 GMT -5
Crowsong
Stepping forward to make sure that anything aimed towards Buzzardflutter would have to go through her, Crowsong watched with narrowed eyes as a fox walked out of the shadows, looking about half starved and half mad from all the heat. Crowsong’s blood went cold as she steeled herself in front of the beast. The fox was bigger than her, though not by an overwhelming amount, however that wasn’t what had Crowsong worried. What had her worried was the mad look in the fox’s eyes. “Buzzard-“ Crowsong started in a quiet voice. “When I pounce, I want you to run, okay? Run back to camp as fast as you can and don’t look back, okay?” She asked, though her gaze never wandered from the approaching fox. As much as Crowsong believed that Buzzardflutter could be a great warrior, she also wasn’t willing to bet her younger sister’s life on a fox attack. Without waiting for an answer - and praying to StarClan that Buzzardflutter listened to her - Crowsong let out a low warning growl towards the fox and pounced towards it.
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 12, 2020 16:36:25 GMT -5
M U S H R O O M P A W in camp, with ravenpaw Huh?
What was happening?
All he'd done was sit down, but apparently, that was all it took to break the dam behind Ravenpaw's tongue. Words were spilling out of him like water from a fat, black cloud—something that he hadn't seen in a while, and never from the other apprentice.
Was Mushroompaw really that intimidating? Was he really that... embarrassed?
His ear tips had turned pink. He knew that the other day would be mentioned, but not by him. Wasn't he the one who was supposed to be apologizing? Why bring up his flight from camp, anyways? Was Ravenpaw aiming to humiliate him? Was he trying to exact some petty revenge by reminding him of his faults?
No, of course not.
They might not have been close, but Mushroompaw knew him better than that. After all, they'd spent most of their time in the nursery together, and between he and Marshpaw, the bristly apprentice had come to understand their intentions well enough. They were too self-conscious to be so vindictive. Besides, they could never say something like that without their voices shaking.
Still, that didn't make his embarrassment any less apparent, so as soon as he got the chance, Mushroompaw interjected. "Stop!" he begged. "Stop, please!"
Swallowing, he was silent for a moment as he bashfully hid his paws beneath his tail. It felt like there was a hummingbird trapped inside his chest, and no amount of deep breathing was enough to calm it. Eventually, when he figured that he stalling, he cast Ravenpaw a look that was—for once—was more sore than sour.
He'd debated what to say to him. Now, with his pelt burning with embarrassment, all of preparations abandoned him. After a moment, he found himself grumbling, "don't apologize for something you have no business apologizing for," but that sounded much harsher than he'd intended it to, so he tensed—wide eyed—and tried again.
"I-I mean—what I mean, is—..."
Looking down at the ground, he shifted his weight from side to side—a restless, thoughtful tic. "Um," he managed, "well—that's... my responsibility."
Swallowing, he forced himself to look at the other apprentice. His brow was furrowed with concentration as he met his eye, even though it made his insides twist uncomfortably.
Come on—you can do it, Mushroompaw!
"I snapped at you the other day," he said quickly, even though his voice sounded nonsensical in his ears, "and that was wrong. I shouldn't have, but I did, and—and, I'm sorry."
There! See? I did it!
"That's what I wanted to say."
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 12, 2020 18:30:37 GMT -5
Buzzardflutter » What crept from the shadows was not a friendly frog. All Buzzardflutter needed was one look at the monster for her blood to run cold through her veins.
Fear momentarily turned into confusion. What was Thornpaw doing out here? Shouldn't he be in camp? But she soon realized that the ginger creature facing her and Crowsong was not her fellow ginger Clanmate, but instead it was what she initially feared.
A fox.
Oh no. No, no, no, those things were bad. Foxes were not good creatures to have around. Buzzardflutter had never had the misfortune to run into one until now, but she had heard stories from her Clanmates about the wily canines, and none of them painted foxes in a positive light. Well, there had been that one story she had heard about a fox that kept a butterfly as a pet, but she never heard the end of that story. Now she kinda wished she had, maybe that fox story had had a happier ending than any other fox story she had heard.
Happy ending or not, this fox clearly did not have a butterfly and was clearly not feline friendly. In the dim light of the marsh Buzzardflutter could make out the fox’s saliva-drenched fangs as it snarled at the two cats. The creature was looking poor, its fur patchy and its structure looking thinner than a WindClan cat. Though thin and clearly affected by the heat as well, it was still just big enough that, to Buzzardflutter, it looked like it could swallow her and Crowsong whole in one bite.
Oh, she did not like that.
And she really did not like it when Crowsong launched herself at the fox.
Buzzardflutter let out a strained whimper, her body falling limp in fright straight into the murky, muddy water of the pond. She watched, eyes wide in fear, as her sister went for the fox.
With a growl that Buzzardflutter would never be able to get out of her mind, the fox went in to defend itself from Crowsong. It made the move to jump back away from her, but lowered itself into a crouched position and snapped its jaws, a clear enough indicator that if Crowsong didn’t back away the fox would do more than warn her to stay away.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 13, 2020 16:01:50 GMT -5
Ravenpaw
As soon as Mushroompaw told him to stop, Ravenpaw bit down on his tongue to prevent himself from saying anything else and messing it up again. Over the course of the short, six moons of his life, Ravenpaw had discovered that he had a tendency to ramble and somehow mess up along the way. So when someone said “be quiet” he did what he was told. Wincing slightly, Ravenpaw let go of his tongue and gently moved it around in his mouth to make sure it wasn’t bleeding or something like that. Luckily it wasn’t though, he really didn’t need to go back to Silverbirch and Minksneeze and explain that he had once again, bitten his tongue to the point of bleeding. There was only so much someone could do for a bleeding tongue. Making sure to focus on Mushroompaw, Ravenpaw did his best not to do something wrong again. He had already upset Mushroompaw once recently, he really didn’t want to start a record for how many times he could upset the other tom within a moon, especially since Mushroompaw had left camp last time and he didn’t want to repeat that same problem again-wait, did Mushroompaw just apologize to him?Ravenpaw froze where he stood, blinking dumbly at Mushroompaw as the apology finally registered with him. “Are you...are you apologizing to me? Why?” Ravenpaw asked, dumbfounded. ”I thought I was the one that upset you, you...you even ran out of camp and I was going to go after you, but I didn’t and I was worried you might’ve gotten hurt until you came back to camp and-“ this time at least, he realized he was rambling and bit his tongue again. Ravenpaw looked from Mushroompaw to the ground and shuffled his feet a little as silence filled the space between them. “Sorry...”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 13, 2020 16:07:40 GMT -5
Crowsong
Of all the times not to listen to her, Buzzardflutter had picked a bad time to start. However Crowsong couldn’t focus on that right now, not with the fox here, ready to attack. Crowsong kept her eyes on the think, scraggly looking creature, her fur raised in an attempt to make herself look bigger and more intimidating, a low warning growl slipping off her tongue as she inched a little closer to the starving fox. Part of her wanted to wait for the fox to strike first, hoping that maybe she could use intimidation as a tactic to scare it off before it could do any real damage. However another part of her knew that leaving a fox loose in the territory was dangerous. Especially with new apprentices like Ravenpaw out and about. Gaze narrowed, Crowsong hissed and swiped at the fox, aiming at its eyes. She couldn’t hope intimidation would be enough to scare it off, especially not with Buzzardflutter still here. Crowsong would have to fight it. Shouldn’t be too hard, right? After all she had just fought Turtlecloud the other day and she was practically as big as a fox.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 13, 2020 18:14:41 GMT -5
Foxxo Boy » The fox didn’t want to fight, but he was hungry, and these cats were clear competition over the meager amount of food that was left. He didn’t usually stray this far into the marsh as he preferred the more woodsy taste of squirrel and mouse, but there were slim pickings in the woods, too. He had decided to try his luck in frogs and rats, but now these swamp cats were getting in his way.
Another warning snarl vibrates in the back of his throat as he stared the black cat down. The smaller one didn’t seem like a threat, but the fox could read in the black feline’s expression and body language that she meant business. He had hoped to just scare the cats away, he was in no shape for a fight, but he was desperate, and desperation made him all the more aggressive.
As the cat swiped at his face, the fox let out a harsh bark, claws taking across the fur around his eyes but thankfully not directly on them. In retaliation the fox pounced forward, jaws wide open and aiming to grab the cat by her scruff.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 14, 2020 13:58:34 GMT -5
i was waiting for someone else to reply back but i guess not xD also sorry, sad muse time. not sad-sad but like i can't write worth a shit - sad. Finchcall Shadowclan Camp With Ashensnow, Toadheart, and Frostpaw - - - - -
His ear twitched. Finchcall's golden gaze flickering towards Ashensnow. His gaze flickering over the tom like he was assessing him. More like average legs, he thought with faint sense of amusement. "Perhaps you should have been named Ashendeer then," he huffed with laughter, resisting the urge to roll his eyes again at the gray tom's antics. Shaking his limbs like they were doing the hokey-pokey. "Windclan?" Finchcall echoed, titling his head to the side before flashing a smirk at Ashensnow. A mischievous gleam in his eyes, "Maybe you can get that rematch and we can see if you really are that fast," he mused, twitching his whiskers in amusement. Ashensnow verus a windclan cat? He would give a whole squirrel to see that race in person.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 14, 2020 14:20:23 GMT -5
Silverbirch with Minksneeze || Near the Thunderpath Padding further away from Shadowclan, Silverbirch made a face at Minksneeze's suggestion that "not all warriors were idiots". The gray tom shook his head and let a huff, noticing his apprentice's eye-roll.
He thought about it for a moment before nodding, "Yes," he agreed. His mate was an impulsive creature, she used to do stupid stuff all of the time. Warriors tended to be reckless. With a mischievous glance, "Remember you said it, not me," the older medicine cat teased.
A laugh escaped from Silverbirch at the apprentice comment. "They are something else, aren't they?" he chuckled under his breath. They were a rambunctious bunch.
The medicine cat was content to drift into silence as the two drifted towards the thunderpath area. Silverbirch wrinkled his nose at the subtle scent of Thunderclan cats. As long as they didn't see one of those mangy squirrel eaters, everything would be fine.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2020 15:37:20 GMT -5
Crowsong
Crowsong tried to leap out of the way as the fox pounced, however she wasn’t as quick as she usually was, wasn’t as swift or agile. Crowsong wasn’t that great at a lot of things, however usually she could hold her own in a fight just fine, even if it was up against a creature bigger than she was. This time however...this time she seemed off balance, as if her weight was off. Unfortunately this didn’t help her in this case, as the fox grabbed her by the scruff of her neck. Letting out a fierce snarl in response, Crowsong kicked and squirmed, using this as a chance to swipe at the fox’s neck with her paws. She couldn’t lose this fight, not with Buzzardflutter here, she had to protect her sister, so even if the fox had her by her scruff, Crowsong wasn’t about to back down.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 15, 2020 4:02:25 GMT -5
Foxy Loxy » Satisfaction rushed through the fox when he felt his teeth meet fur and flesh. His bite had landed and hopefully that would be enough to teach this cat a lesson. He had come here for food, not for a fight, and if he could get this cat to stand down without too much effort then he would be more than pleased.
A growl rippled in the back of his throat as he bunched his body in on itself and gave the fluffy black cat a few shakes, keeping a tight grip on the molly’s scruff. He would have continued to shake the squirming feline if not for a loud shriek that echoed painfully into his ears. With a yelp he opened his maw and tossed the cat out of his jaws, jerking forward to see the wide-eyed face of the smaller cat staring at him while still stuck in the muddy waters of the nearby pond. He couldn’t tell what the other cat was saying, if she was even saying anything at all, but her shrieks were enough to let the fox know that he didn’t want to stick around for any longer. He could go somewhere else to find himself a meal.
The canine turned away from the cats. With no hesitation he bounded away, lucky to have no more than just a few scratches across his face to tend to once he was far enough away to feel safe again. He’d give himself a few hours to tend to his wounds, no matter how minor, and then try his luck at hunting in a different area far from the pond and those two cats.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 15, 2020 12:17:10 GMT -5
Silverbirch VS Monster with Minksneeze || the Thunderpath The elderly tom drifted towards the thunderpath, wrinkling his nose at the its foul stench. "I don't understand twolegs," he muttered under his breath. He placed a paw on the dark stone and hissed at the warmth radiating off of it.
Silverbirch shook his head and glanced over his shoulder towards his apprentice, taking note of her "fuzzy" appearance in the distance. He found his lack of sight annoying especially at this times, not that he would ever say anything about his struggles. Perhaps she was having better luck at finding that yellow flower than he was.
A flash of yellow caught his attention. His ears flickered forward and he moved out over towards the yellow blur, not noticing the flashing lights in the corner of his vision. Aha, he thought, feeling pleased by his discovery. This had to be marigold.
Hearing a sudden roar and searing pain that took his breath away, Silverbirch let out a high-pitched gasp. He looked blankly down at his pale fur that was rapidly getting stained with crimson, I am in shock, he mused to himself. Everything felt slow.
His hindquarters were screaming with pain, the shiny blur was driving away, Minksneeze was in the distance. Pain. Pain. Pain.
Silverbirch tried to shift on his paws in an attempt to ease the pain when he crumpled to the ground with another pained sound - this one came out as a scream.
He sucked in a breath, staring blankly at the marigold flower in front of him. It seemed blurry... more blurry then the flower was supposed to be, as it was only a tail-length from him.
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Post by lazy penguin on Aug 15, 2020 13:06:12 GMT -5
Minksneeze
thunderpath | morning | silverbirch (Blaze ♡ ) f in the chat for my boy
Minksneeze only shook her head in response. For all his talk about warriors being dumb, she couldn't help but see a little hypocrisy in his words- after all medicine cats could be pretty dumb too. Especially Cottonfang.
She was happy to share in her mentor's silence on their journey to the Thunderpath, and she let the sounds of the marsh relax her. She needed the distraction from the fights going on at camp.
Sniffing the air, she tried to pinpoint where she'd seen burdock growing just s few days ago. Aha! she thought, spotting the familiar spikes and purple flowers. I knew there was some over here! Leaving her mentor's side, she wandered away from the Thunderpath and set to work digging up the roots. She debated calling for Silverbirch to help her, but she didn't want to distract from his own herb search.
A scream pierced the air.
Turning around, her eyes frantically scanned the clearing looking back and forth and back and forth and back until... "No! No, no, no, no, no, no!" The scent of monster and blood flooded over her senses as she ran towards the lump of fur on the side of the Thunderpath.
"Silverbirch!"
Her reflexes kicked into gear before her brain could process what had happened. She knew that he was bleeding heavily and she knew that it was too dangerous to keep his body this close to the Thunderpath. She just didn't want to injury him more by moving him. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed him by the scruff and began to ungracefully haul him away from the now blood soaked ground. Taking him back to camp would take too long, he'd bleed out before I could do anything to help. But there wasn't a lot she could work with here.
"What happened?" she sobbed as she grabbed leaves of nearby plants and began to press them into the wounds. Hopefully they would help slow the bleeding so she could gather more materials. I need someone else here, I can't fix him by myself! she thought, but she couldn't leave her mentor. She couldn't just leave him to die when she could save him.
"Please, please, please, StarClan," she whispered under her breath. "Let him live."
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 15, 2020 13:28:31 GMT -5
Silverbirch Monster won with Minksneeze || Thunderpath His pale gaze fixated on the yellow flower in front of them. His heart felt like it was pounding out of his chest and his breath was ragged, as he sucked air in and out.
A shiver ran through his body. He felt cold. Part of his brain was telling him to get up, otherwise it was going to be bad while the other part was urging him to give into the tiredness. Silverbirch could escape the pain if he just closed his ey-
"Silverbirch!" a familiar cry reached his ears, Minksneeze, something reminded him gently, but he couldn't bring himself to respond. He was spacey. He was pain.
A soft gasp escaped from his maw as he felt teeth in his scruff and then his body being pulled the ground. Something felt loose. Silverbirch's brain was sluggish to realize what was happening. He could hear Minksneeze above him and her familiar scent. It was comforting to him. Yet he couldn't make out what she was saying.
All he could do was focus on his own ragged breaths. He felt woozy. Because of the blood loss, something whispered to the old medicine cat.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 15, 2020 14:44:17 GMT -5
Crowsong
The world spun around her when the fox tossed her around, her head hurt as if her brain was just being whacked around in there, however all at once it was all over and she had been tossed to the ground. Hitting the ground with a thud, Crowsong winced as sharp pain shot up her back, her heart was still beating rapidly in her chest but she didn’t bother to get up. Honestly despite the pain, she didn’t consider herself too bad. She was slower in that fight than usual, something hadn’t quite felt right, but she could already tell that there weren’t any lasting injuries. Honestly, she wasn’t sure if she was even bleeding. Letting out a small puff of breath, Crowsong rested her head down and watched the fox ran off. She just needed a minute, then she could get up. She shouldn’t be all winded right now, but she was.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 15, 2020 14:52:13 GMT -5
Nightingalefrost
It was nice to get out of camp for awhile. Everything there felt too stuffy, as if all eyes were on him, wondering why he wasn’t off doing something worthwhile with his time. Which was exactly why Nightingalefrost had decided to leave camp and go hunting instead. The clan had enough hunters amongst all of them to catch prey to feed everyone, however with the drying marsh, it was hard to find food. Maybe if he could find something big, something that would feed the whole clan, he wouldn’t have to feel like such a failure among them. There was a fox nearby, wasn’t there? What if he killed that? Would his clanmates eat fox? Nightingalefrost had never tried it before, however it was technically still food, right? If anything he would eat it if there was nothing else left. A loud rush of noise echoed in his ears and Nightingalefrost came to a stop, looking around as he realized he had wandered all the way to the Thunderpath. Huh, if he wasn’t careful, his thoughts were going to take him all the way to ThunderClan. Turning around to head back into the thick of the territory, something else caught his attention. Was that...Minksneeze? She seemed upset. Hurrying his step, Nightingalefrost padded over, his heart going cold as he neared and saw what was happening. Silverbirch. “Minksneeze! What happened?” Nightingalefrost asked in shock, running over to join the two medicine cats.
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Post by lazy penguin on Aug 15, 2020 15:29:01 GMT -5
Minksneeze
thunderpath | morning | silverbirch (Blaze ♡ ) & nightingalefrost (𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖)
Minksneeze had no idea what she was doing. Or at least- she didn't know if what she was doing was helping her mentor in any way shape or form. But all she could do was try to stop the bleeding. The blood had long since soaked through her first batch of leaves- smearing through her fur as she desperately tried to apply pressure. She'd gotten lucky- a pawfull of cobwebs had been collected from the inside of a nearby rotting tree. She'd applied them to the most serious injuries- but Silverbirch's leg... well she wasn't sure even the most skilled medicine cat could piece it back together.
"Just keep breathing, stay awake and with me you old goon," she whispered her face cold and tear-stained. "Someone will find us soon, and then we'll bring you back to camp..." she pressed her nose into his fur, trying not to focus on the blood and the crooked shape of his leg. "And then you'll have to lecture me on all the ways I'm applying your bandages wrong and mixing herbs together. But you'll get back on your feet in no time."
She'd been trained to notice the signs of shock, and knew that her mentor was on the cusp of giving into it. But she couldn't help but also notice her shallow breaths and slow mind. Emotional trauma could lead to shock as well, and she found herself constantly fighting to chase it off.
"Minksneeze! What happened."
A voice cut through the fog of her mind and she snapped back to attention. "Nightingalefrost?" she rasped. "A monster... I wasn't by him... got hit." She knew that she was covered in Silverbirch's blood and she knew the warrior could probably see the trail from where she'd dragged her mentor away from the Thunderpath. He should be able to connect the dots.
"I need your help to stop the bleeding. Can you bring me cobwebs- or anything that we can use to apply pressure?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 15, 2020 15:42:39 GMT -5
Nightingalefrost
That was a lot of blood. As soon as he got close enough, the blood was one of the first things that Nightingalefrost noticed. Maybe it was because the red stood out so brilliantly against Silverbirch’s light pelt, or maybe it was because while he had grown used to seeing blood covered warriors, it was different to see the medicine cat look like this. Nightingalefrost blinked, finally tearing away from the view when he heard Minksneeze speak up. A monster. A monster had hit him. Why would a monster do something like this? Silverbirch wasn’t a threat, he was a healer, he hadn’t deserved this. Frozen in place, Minksneeze’s next words barely rang in his ears before he snapped out of it. “C...cobwebs, right, right, I uh, I can do that, just uh...just don’t...I mean...stay here,” he told her with a brisk nod before taking off back into the forest. Cobwebs, cobwebs, cobwebs, cobwebs. He needed cobwebs. Where was a spider when you needed one? — — — After a few minutes of searching, Nightingalefrost had found what he was looking for and ran back as soon as possible, carrying a large wad of cobwebs on a stick as he did his best to ignore the large spider that kept inching towards his face. Eyeing the spider from the corner of his eyes, Nightingalefrost spat out the stick full of cobwebs at Minksneeze’s feet. “Will this work?” He questioned, looking frantically from Minksneeze to Silverbirch.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 15, 2020 16:08:11 GMT -5
Silverbirch
with Minksneeze and Nightingalefrost || Thunderpath Silverbirch blinked slowly, his gaze drifting up towards the fluffy clouds above Minksneeze. They looked nice... and soft. The old tom could go for something soft right now.
He could hear Minksneeze's muttering in the distance. Part of him wanted to grumble and tell her to speak up, he was getting old and couldn't hear her anymore. Yet when he opened his mouth, all he could do was cough. He blinked, feeling her nuzzle against his fur. More coherent part of himself recognized the distress tone in his apprentice's voice. If he could, he would try to comfort her. Silverbirch hadn't heard Minksneeze sound like that in a long time. His heart ached for her.
Someone else was here. But who? A wave of confusion rolled over the elderly tom. He and Minksneeze were out here alone.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 15, 2020 16:27:00 GMT -5
Buzzardflutter » As a warrior, she should have known what to do, but instead all she had done was scream and cry while pushing herself further and further into Murky Pond’s water. By now she was mostly a drenched mess of a drowned rat, her chocolate fur plastered to her skinny body in such a way that she could be mistaken for some kind of hellish beast emerging from the underground through a watery portal. It didn’t help that she was shrieking and crying, her pointed ears pinned tightly against the back of her head as she called out for her sister. ”Crowsong! Crowsong!” Buzzardflutter knew it wasn’t helping, but she had no idea what else she could do. Well, she needed to prove herself capable as a warrior and actually throw herself into the fray, but she was frozen in the muddy water, paralyzed with fear and worry that Crowsong was going to lose her life right in front of her very own eyes just like Hollyshade had.
Hollyshade.
For as much as she tried to keep the memories from resurfacing, Buzzardflutter was still plagued with them on a routinely basis.
Everything had been fine. The sun had been shining down on the marsh, yet this had been before it had gotten as hot as it had and the sun had been gentle on her fur. Hollyshade had suggested taking Buzzardflutter - Buzzardkit then - out of the camp to stretch their legs. It hadn’t been that far, the camp had always been in sight still for Hollyshade, but it didn’t take going far from camp for disaster to pounce on them.
Or more like land in this case.
There had been an old, dried out and dead oak tree nearby, one of the very few oaks that had somehow made the ShadowClan marsh a home. Buzzardflutter couldn’t remember exactly what had happened, all she could remember was the harsh sound of bark and bone splintering followed by the choking scent of blood.
She had been lucky. At that time she had wandered off just a bit from Hollyshade to sniff a low growing flower, but sometimes she wondered how things might have been if she had been right at her mother’s side. If she had been able to do something, to somehow use her tiny little kit body to push her mother out of the way.
After she had heard the noise and smelled the blood she had gone running toward Hollyshade. The kit had rushed toward her mother, confused and in shock as she looked down to find that her mother had been struck by a sharp, falling branch, one of the protruding sticks having sliced through Hollyshade’s jaw and down into the soft flesh of her throat. Buzzardflutter had thought her mother to be dead right then and there, but she had made it to Hollyshade just in time for the weakening queen to give one last look at her daughter, feebly reach a paw out to press against the kit’s leg as if trying to reassure her, and that’s when Buzzardflutter witnessed the light fade from her mother’s eyes, when she heard that last struggling gasp of air as her mother’s body attempted to hold on to life but couldn’t. The damage had been too much, the blood loss too sudden and too great. Not even the skilled paws of StarClan could have saved Hollyshade at that point.
And now she was worried that the same was going to happen with Crowsong.
So she did to Crowsong what she had done to Hollyshade all those moons ago.
On wobbly legs the muddy furred molly staggered out of the pond. Luckily Crowsong wasn’t too far away, and just when Buzzardflutter didn’t think her legs would take her any further, she had made it to her sister just in time to collapse right there beside her.
Should she look and see if her sister was still alive? She...she didn’t know. She didn’t know if she wanted to do that. She wasn’t sure she could handle watching the light leave Crowsong’s eyes as she had with Hollyshade.
Using what strength she had between the shock coursing through her body, Buzzardflutter snuggled up against Crowsong, eyes closed and body shivering. ”S’I’m...I’m, mmmm, I’m here...I’m here, Momma, um, I mean...Crowsong, S’I’m here…”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 16, 2020 0:03:58 GMT -5
Crowsong
For a moment or so, Crowsong simply lied there as she caught her breath. The fox had left for now, but there was no telling when and if it would come back. However what was mostly worrying her was her lack of swift movement during the attack. Had she already grown rusty now that she wasn’t training an apprentice? Perhaps Crowsong should look into that one training thing. Surely there must be one senior warrior that would be willing to go over some advanced training with her. The last thing Crowsong wanted or needed was to get rusty. Lying down a moment or so longer, Crowsong didn’t move when Buzzardflutter curled up next to her. She blinked, inhaling a deep breath before puffing it out, raising her head to look over towards her younger sister. “Hey Buzzardflutter,” she crossed out with a soft purr. [
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 16, 2020 3:49:28 GMT -5
Buzzardflutter » Already her heart ached with loss for her sister. She was too caught up in the mental anguish of having lost another loved one that she wasn't aware of the fact that Crowsong's flanks were still rising and falling with the clear indication of breath. All Buzzardflutter could feel was sorrow gripping her tight and pulling her down, causing her to fall deeper and deeper into the frozen pit of shocked paralysis.
Buzzardflutter couldn't even muster up the ability to move closer to her sister. Fortunately she was close enough that the chocolate molly was practically hidden within her sister's fluff, but that wasn't enough for Buzzardflutter. She wanted to get closer, to practically be engulfed by Crowsong's thick, black fur, yet she couldn't move a single muscle.
So there she lay, melancholy stilling her movements and longing aching in her chest. Maybe if she prayed to StarClan long enough they'd bring Crowsong back. They hadn't done that to Hollyshade, but maybe they would be kinder to Crowsong.
Before she could even begin a mental prayer to the starry cats up above, Buzzardflutter heard the ever familiar sound of Crowsong's voice drifting into her ears.
The chocolate molly managed to blink open her eyes. "C...Crow...Crowsong...?" She managed to choke out, words laced with what could only be an odd entanglement of despair and hope.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Aug 16, 2020 12:06:51 GMT -5
shadowclan camp ; with toadheart, finchcall, and frostpaw;
How much of your childhood do you remember? How far back into that misty mire of memory can you reach; into ungrounded colors and dissociated sounds?
Ashensnow swears he can remember his birth. This is impossible. His small cat brain had not matured enough to encode memories in any stable and significant way. Light was a flash. Thoughts were unformed. He sought after nothing but warmth and milk, all instinct, intuition, eager tongue searching for his mother, eager paws kneading into Dappledfern’s belly digging towards the security of the womb. Ashensnow thought his birth was a miraculous thing. Prophetic, almost. The definite start of a new epoch. He was the guiding star of a new era. His clan--mates would follow him. His words would change lives. Change centuries. Would pass from the lips of elders to kits who would retell the stories when they too were elders. He was mythic. Legendary. Of course he would remember his own birth; StarClan had given the moment to him, in dreams.
That is how you visit your memories, right? Through dreams. Parsing through moments scattered from their source and given new meaning. Dreams were a puzzle. Like prophecy, they must be deciphered. Ashensnow was no medicine cat, but he fancied himself an adept solver-of-things. He fancied himself adept at most things, anyways.
Like running.
“Ashendeer”, the tom drops into a stretch. “That's kind of cute. You’ll have to take that up with Batstar, though. I didn’t pick my name myself.”
Ashensnow had kit-memories of Finchcall. He was younger then, just as sour, padding through camp like a fast-moving shadow. Leaving into a wetter, larger-seeming world on patrols. Returning with prey that seemed, to Ashenkit, the size of a monster. Ashenkit had been in awe of the senior warriors. He would become one of them. Better than them, even. He would return with a toad the size of a two-leg, and the clan would tell stories about it for moons and moons and moons and moons and moons and moons to come. Ashenkit told this to Bluekit and Turtlekit. Didn’t shut up about it. How great he was going to be. He still didn’t shut up about it now.
Ashensnow nodded towards Toadheart before letting his eyes trail out of camp. “I sure hope so! I haven’t had a run-in with those hare chasers in StarClan knows how long. I could use an excuse to show off.”
The tom grinned, blue eyes gleaming with self-aggrandizing pride. Ego inflated like the frog-balloon from Shrek; grotesque and indicative of his personality. “You ever fought against WindClan, Finchcall?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 16, 2020 19:18:22 GMT -5
(Might have missed replies, so if I have missed replying to anyone, please give a shout!
But otherwise I have my characters open if anyone wanted some interactions?)
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Aug 17, 2020 9:40:23 GMT -5
(Pinedapple is on patrol right now.)
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Lark
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Post by Lark on Aug 17, 2020 14:51:48 GMT -5
Toadheart | In Camp | 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ Blaze ♡ | graphics made by Akumiralko
Toadheart had become a passive watcher observing the two polar opposite cats make their peace. One told truth while the other lied but was being humorous about it. Starclan had its ways of enlightening the clans, that of which he knew not of but he doubted Ashenfall would be the right cat to be blessed. Antics aside the tuxedo tom perked his ears up at the mention of WindClan. "Yes, a simple border patrol will do with the four of us." Ashensnow was all fun and games while Finchcall was brittle as the trees during leaf fall. However both were necessary in order to make sure the other clan hadn't gotten the bright idea to trespass so easily onto ShadowClan territory.
Having no need for the petty squabble he waved his tail towards the entrance of their marshy camp. At the very least his short fur didn't get stuck with all sorts of things whenever he went around. He'd imagine that wouldn't stay true for the more active member of the hastily put together patrol. "We'll see about that Ashensnow." Toadheart gave the tom a smirk bemused at his exaggerated boasting. "We'll need to hurry seeing as how WindClan's patrols love poking their noses where they aren't welcomed."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 17, 2020 18:16:47 GMT -5
Crowsong
Letting out a small mrow, Crowsong looked over towards her younger half sister, a low purr echoing in the back of her throat. “Hey there Buzz,” she started lightly, flicking her ears. “I’m alright, I’m alright-“ Crowsong promised as she slowly got up to her feet. “Just got shook around a little, but I’m fine,” Crowsong gave a quick shake of her head to clear it. Despite some aching pain, she wasn’t too badly hurt, at least not from what she could feel. Turning her attention back to Buzzardflutter, Crowsong purred proudly at her. “You scared that fox off all by yourself, that was pretty impressive,” she complimented her, shooting a glance towards where the fox had left. She didn’t like having a fox in the territory, and when she got back to camp she would have to tell Batstar about it, but at least no one was hurt too badly.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2020 18:31:48 GMT -5
Buzzardflutter » Buzzardflutter was beyond worried for her sister, but at least Crowsong didn't seem to be dead. She was moving, breathing, talking, and even getting to her paws, so that had to mean she wasn't dead. Buzzardflutter was still a little skeptical, but the relief at seeing her sister actually up and breathing was enough to push that skepticism to the back of her mind.
What replaced that skepticism, and even drowned out the relief she had been feeling, was a burning sensation of shame. She was able to slowly get to her paws, but her eyes were unable to look up and meet Crowsong. "...Mmm," she rumbled, finding it hard to find the words to respond to her sister's praise. "Didn't do that." Buzzardflutter lowered her head and curled her tail around her body, making it look as if she were shrinking in on herself. "Didn't do nothing. I got scared. I'm...hmm, I'm not a warrior," she mumbled forlornly under her breath, still unable to even look at her sister due to shame prickling at her pelt like pine needles.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 17, 2020 18:37:28 GMT -5
Crowsong “Hey-“ Crowsong objected, looked down towards Buzzardflutter. “Just because you aren’t as fierce as some cats, doesn’t make you any less of a warrior,” she told her, bumping into Buzzardflutter gently. “All warriors get scared sometimes, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, what matters is that you still helped, I might not even be alive if it wasn’t for you,” Crowsong told her softly, letting out a gentle purr as she looked down at the young warrior. “And I think that’s really special,” she told her. Crowsong knew that Buzzardflutter wasn’t your typical warrior, however her sister was unique and special, she did things her own way and Crowsong didn’t think there was anything to be ashamed of there. Not every warrior had to be a fierce, battle scared cat. Sometimes they needed softer cats in the clan to keep the rest of them in check. After all, what was a clan worth if it had no heart?
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2020 18:56:07 GMT -5
Buzzardflutter » Typically Buzzardflutter wasn't the type of cat to stray from her happy nature, but there was just something about all this that had left her unnerved. That fox had been scary, but it had only been a bit bigger than Crowsong, and a group of two warriors could have very easily chased it off with little to no injury. But instead of being the warrior she was supposed to be, Buzzardflutter had hunkered down in muddy waters and panicked. She had done absolutely nothing to help her sister, and if Crowsong had died, then it would have been completely Buzzardflutter's fault.
That left a vile, sour taste in the back of her throat.
Crowsong's words did feel nice, but they weren't enough to snap the young molly out of her dreary state. "Hmm..." Buzzardflutter should have been able to do something. Battle training had never come easy to her, but she had learned how to use her claws and fangs to defend and attack like any battle-hardened warrior. If she had bared her fangs and unsheathed her claws would things have gone differently? Probably. Her sister probably wouldn't have even been hurt. It was a miracle to Buzzardflutter that Crowsong wasn't dead, but that reality could have come true a lot easier than the chocolate cat wanted to admit, and that was what had her so down.
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