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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Jul 27, 2020 13:43:41 GMT -5
Wildrose & Bramblemask && Badgerstripe & Rosetuft | ThunderClan Camp | Falconwing Wildrose's pelt prickled at the feeling of eyes on her, and she shifted a bit uncomfortably. Bramblemask's whiskers twitched in acknowledgement at Badgerstripe and Rosetuft, giving them a friendly gaze. Inspecting the pile a bit more, Wildrose picked the blue jay. It was indeed, warm and fresh. She dipped her head in thanks at Badgerstripe, not wanting to put out the effort to speak between feathers. She flicked her tail, looking at Bramblemask as he chirped in reply. She much preferred to enjoy her meal in peace, away from talkative cats. Even her brother could overwhelm her at times, although she enjoyed his presence.
" Don't mind her, you know my sister! Always the strong and silent type, " Bramblemask half-joked, " Have you spoken to Sundapple, then? " Wildrose realized she hadn't seen Sundapple around camp so far, either. Strange. Despite her hunger, her paws itched to go out into the forest. A patrol would do her good, exercise always put her in a good mood. Bramblemask gave Rosetuft a purr of greeting, chuckling at one small feather still clinging to her whisker. " I don't blame you! I feel that way myself. I could eat a whole burrow of rabbits if you let me! " Wildrose rolled her eyes, he'll talk all day if we let him, too. She nodded in a final farewell to the older warriors, and turned to walk back towards another shady part of camp, near the Highrock. Bramblemask felt the absence of her body near his, and turned his head to watch her go. He felt a mixture of emotions, including a tad bit of annoyance that she couldn't wait for him to finish talking. But he knew Wildrose was different, although that didn't keep them from disagreeing at times.
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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Jul 27, 2020 14:04:14 GMT -5
Hollowbranch & Cedarpaw | Forest // Great Sycamore | Falconwing A narrowed glare shone from Hollowbranch's face, as he studied Cedarpaw's. He let out a disgruntled huff mixed with a sigh at the apprentice's reaction to his presence. At least he knew he had done something wrong, likely putting his own sister in danger. Hopefully this will be a valuable lesson. He subtly scanned Cedarpaw's pelt and body, not seeing any injuries right away. He followed behind Cedarpaw as he led the way, directly towards the Great Sycamore. Staring up between the branches, Hollowbranch's tail shifted as his mind brought him back to his own apprenticehood. Memories hit him like a wall of stone, the only way he could hide it was a blank, deadpan expression.
" Come down, Hollowpaw! You know I can't climb like you! "
" You could if you tried! I could show you, Fallenpaw! "
" I just don't want to fall... "
Fall,
fall,
fall.
" Please hurry! " Fawnpaw's scream, edged with fear, brought him out of his flashback. He shook his head, clearing it. I have to focus. He sternly told himself, directing his attention to Fawnpaw, who was a few tail-lengths above him. He knew there was nothing he could do while she hung on there. Her weight and the angle would make it nearly impossible for him to carry her. Cedarpaw was not strong enough, either. And it would be cumbersome for an inexperienced apprentice to attempt to help. He quickly studied the sycamore, his brain lighting with an idea.
" Listen to me! Do you see that branch near you? " He yelled, referring to a thick branch nearly arm's length from Fawnpaw's head, " Grab onto that and bring yourself up, so you aren't carrying your entire weight with your claws! " He rushed to the tree's base and got on his hind legs, finding a foothold as he dug his thicker claws in. He had done this countless times before, he knew exactly what to do. He carefully made his way to the exact branch he had pointed out, ready to pull Fawnpaw up.
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 27, 2020 14:04:42 GMT -5
Badgerstripe & Rosetuft Camp || Bramblemask and Wildrose 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ Badgerstripe felt good when Wildrose was quick to choose they bluejay he had caught just earlier. As she quickly retreated to eat in peace the tom waved his tail in a friendly goodbye as she passed back by. Common sense kept the dark tabby from taking her quick leave personally. Not everyone enjoyed conversation while they ate, or maybe she was as just simply in a hurry. No matter the reason Badgerstripe moved his focus back to Bramblemask and carried on in conversation. "Back in my earlier warrior days I could easily put away three mice, maybe more. Now the max I can manage is two, if I eat any more than that by belly aches something aweful." "Oh a whole burrow of rabbits, does sound appealing", Rosetuft responded after Badgerstripe. She had just finished cleaning off the last of the stray feathers from her face and sat up to face Bramblemask. "Now your going to have me craving rabbit all day till I get to taste one." Taking a final bite out of her small dove Rosetuft pawed the remains aside and out if the way. "If you plan on hunting I do know some good spots for rabbits." The russet molly gave the tom an open hunting invitation. It's not like she had been assigned to a patrol today. The only thing she wanted to accomplish today was to do some battle training with her apprentice Hopperpaw. But she had already plan er to save that for the end of the day, to test to toms endurance levels.
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 27, 2020 14:27:51 GMT -5
Fawnpaw The Great Sycamore || Cedarpaw and Hollowbranch 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ Hearing Hollowbranches instructions Fawnpaw finally peeked upwards through tiny eye slits. Still fearful of seeing the ground below the apprentice closed her eyes once again after having caught sight of the branch the older tom spoke of. Shaking her head yes the molly settled herself before opening her eyes again. The sound of scraping claws worried her and Fawnpaw did her best not to let it overwhelm her. Hollowbranch then appeared above her on the branch that he had told her about. It was now of never, for her claws were about to give way. Quickly she scrambled upwards just a bit more bumping into the tom and burying her face into his pelt. "I'm so.. sorry", she meowed panting. "I thought I could do it. I thought I was brave enough", out of exhaustion and emotion Fawnpaw sobbed. Her muscles finally felt relief as she crouched firmly up against the warrior. Now the only thing that the golden and cream molly worried about was the decent. How were they gonna pull that off?
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Post by dαιѕy on Jul 27, 2020 14:29:00 GMT -5
F A L L E N O A K { in camp w/ open }
The hot green leaf sun beat down onto the forest floor in small pools of light, the grass underpaw only warm to touch. Thankfully, the large trees shielded the ThunderClan cats from the heat, offering them cooling shade and a gentle breeze that whistled through the trees. A ginger tabby tomcat seemed to be enjoying the weather, settled back on his haunches with his tail coiled tightly around him. Rasping his tongue along his pelt, the male wondered momentarily if he should join a patrol, though it seemed they'd had enough cats volunteer already. Being a relatively newer warrior, Fallenoak never felt comfortable with himself; as an apprentice, your mentor assigns you daily tasks and directs you where to go, yet as a warrior you make these decisions for yourself. It seems like a simple task, volunteering yourself for patrols and such, yet the young tomcat always felt drowned out in the crowd. Rather reserved, he decided against speaking up and fighting for a spot. Instead, he'd rather hunt with a friend or by himself. Feeling a bit jealous as apprentices ran rampant around camp with their mentors, the tomcat sighed. Understandably, he was way too young to teach the young about a position he barely knew, yet something in his heart called him to it. One day, Fallenoak, you'll have your own apprentice. Just be patient! he enthused in his head, swiping his tongue across his maw. Anxious to start his day, the young warrior stood up and gazed around camp, his green irises searching for any other lone cat he could bring along on a hunting patrol.
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g r a y p a w { in camp w/ open } It was definitely a hot day, that was for sure. The sun was brutal, especially for Graypaw's ever changing pelt. As a kitten, her fur was long and soft, though as she got older, her pelt began to thin out, leaving her with a medium length, thick coat of fur. Unfortunately for her, it didn't seem like it would thin out any more than it already had, giving the she-cat no choice but to be a bit more sweaty than her denmates. As she arched her back in a stretch, the she-cat gazed around camp with a gentle expression on her face, curious as to where her mentor had gone. It was her first official day as an apprentice; after exploring the territory yesterday and discussing future training plans, this was her first official day on the job. Excitement jolted through the gray and white molly's paws, giving her an extra bounce in her step. It was rather lonely getting apprenticed on your own without a sibling to share the experience with. Graypaw felt a bit alienated when she saw how close Flutterpaw, Beepaw, Hopperpaw, and Foxpaw were. She even felt jealous as she watched Coltpaw and Fennelpaw in synch for their apprenticeship. Graypaw suddenly didn't feel as enthusiastic as she was a few moments ago. Sure, a new role was fresh and interesting, but what's the point of it when you didn't share it with someone you love? Her face a bit more somber, the small she-cat stepped to the side of the apprentices den and sat back on her haunches, sifting her paws through the dirt underneath and waiting for direction.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 27, 2020 15:45:01 GMT -5
TEAFLOWERwith fallenoak_________________________________
Imagine waking to larks every morning. To the sun spitting through the spiraled brambles of your den, dappling in intricate dew-drop patterns on the fur of those you love. Imagine stretching out and rolling over into a friend, who mumbles softly in their sleep, clinging to a few more moments of spindles and dreams. Teaflower was an early riser. She enjoyed the tranquil atmosphere of the camp at sunrise.
Sundapple regularly assigned her to the dawn patrol; it was sort of her thing. She leads it with chipper spirits, veritably dancing her way through the forest. Twirling around her clan-mates to try and wake them up. Look at the bugs, retreating back into their sunlight homes! Look at the birds singing, bringing in the day! Watch as the sun dashes clouds from the horizon line, and watch them reform as it moves higher and higher into the sky. Teaflower’s gentle energy is inimitable that early in the morning. She tries, though, to inspire cheer. Brightening spirits is her thing. She identifies herself as supportive, as kind, as motherly. She has sketched the outline of herself and colors it back in every day. Teaflower knows herself. How rare. She had returned from the dawn patrol only a little bit ago. They had traced the southern border, over near SkyClan. The territory was still fertile, there. Less fertile from the ground stolen from them only a little while ago – by Branchstar, Squirrelstar’s predecessor, reclaiming her homeland. Teaflower held no bitterness towards SkyClan. She had friends in SkyClan. She only wished they both get along, and neither starve. Why steal more territory if you can already feed yourself fine? Teaflower did not understand pride. She clung too tightly to idealism, to her projection of good, to try and empathize with clan pride. She just wanted everyone to be happy.
Speaking of happy, of course, Teaflower took notice of Fallenoak sitting by himself watching the apprentices. Teaflower quickly surveyed the cats and realized her apprentice was not among them. Odd. She thought Fawnpaw had been sleeping when she awoke this morning. The she-cat padded over to Fallenoak, lifting her tail in welcome.
“Hi Fallenoak! Are you looking for someone?”
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Post by dαιѕy on Jul 27, 2020 16:33:33 GMT -5
F A L L E N O A K { in camp w/ Teaflower }
Lost in thought, the ginger tabby hadn't seen Teaflower saunter over in his direction, her mew intruding his thoughts and causing him to jump slightly. Turning to face the older warrior, the young tom dipped his head politely. "T-Teaflower! You startled me!" he exclaimed, feeling his cheeks and nose heat up from embarrassment. He shouldn't have been lost in his own thoughts and instead paid attention to his surroundings. I'm gonna get snuck up on one day, he thought lightly, tucking his tail between his paws so a prying kit didn't claw it. He wasn't sure why the warrior was chatting with him when she certainly had more duties than him. Gazing at the huddle of cats nearby, he realized her apprentice, Fawnpaw, wasn't one of the little bodies congregated. Flicking an ear in dismissal, he briefly wondered where the little 'paw could've wondered off too. Shrugging it off, he left it up to the senior warriors and her mentor to locate the little molly. "I wasn't looking for anyone," he started, looking back up at Teaflower. "I was just wondering what everyone was doing today. I was thinking about going hunting by myself since the patrols all seemed filled.." he trailed off and stared a bit longingly as the cats headed out into the territory, whiskers twitching. 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2020 16:47:04 GMT -5
yellowtail and thymesong starter for 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ Yellowtail watched Goldenclaw slink back into the warriors den, filtered sunlight splashing against his father's glossy pelt and dappling his mane. He looked up at the morning's pale young sky. I'll find a way to please him some day. And there's no some day like today.He looked across the camp clearing in the other direction to see his brother. He could always distinguish Thymesong by the cherubic blond color of the tom's fur- and by, more metaphorically, how far his head was sticking up his behind. Yellowtail padded over. "Did you sleep well, Thymesong?" He was trying to hide his intent of asking Thymesong more details on how he had won their father's approval- although he wasn't sure how well he was doing that, as his ears were still instinctively twitching towards the den where Goldenclaw resided.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 27, 2020 17:44:56 GMT -5
TEAFLOWERwith fallenoak_________________________________
The soft ginger she-cat purred; the sound was tinged with the warmth of amusement. Teaflower settled onto her haunches; if she had a tail, she would have curled it around her paws. Alas, the stump twitches in a phantom-movement, a small rabbit-nudge, fur-in-the-breeze, and the nerve endings along Teaflowers spine crawl. She blinks twice. “Ah, my mistake. I thought you looked like you were, well, looking for someone.”
She paused for a moment, watching his gaze flutter back to the apprentices. Her mind fluttered to them too. Back to Fawnpaw. Back to Fallenoak. To his comment, a vague proposition hanging in the air. It was not posed as a request, but the outline was there. A gesture. A, do you want to hunt with me?, left in the wind. He wasn’t asking her in particular. He was more asking anyone. Teaflower understood that; the desire for productivity, for attention. To be useful. She felt it herself constantly. “Well, I just got back from the dawn patrol but I’m more than happy to go out again.”
She leaned on her paws, arching her back just slightly. Fallenoak was a firefly of a cat. Good-hearted, cute, a little light bumbling through his young adulthood. She did not know him well, but had watched his progress keenly while he was an apprentice. Teaflower took a particular interest in the apprentices. They were the future of the clan, after all, and she had too much maternal spirit bubbling in her small body not to.
“We didn’t catch anything, anyways. So it’s probably a good idea to go out. Have you pitched the idea to Sundapple yet?”
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 27, 2020 18:03:23 GMT -5
THYMESONGwith yellowtail_________________________________
Thymesong was a veritable Dorian Gray; one must only interact with him for a few seconds to glean the resemblance. Like his brother, Thymesong has a gilded appearance. All bright ginger-gold, all colors that you would paint your walls with to suggest opulence. He is the picture of youth. A fresco of hedonism. The Garden of Earthly delights manifest into feline. Even his voice lilts like a wind-chime; all light and playful, all whimsical and seductive. He wakes up with a flash. He exits the warriors den like a shooting star burning through the sky. Your eyes are drawn to him, if only because of the color of his fur. If only because he is large, because he takes up so much space he is difficult to avoid. He encroaches on the edges of your vision like Godzilla through New York city; he’s big, he’s bold, and you can’t avoid him.
Perhaps this is why Thymesong is Goldenclaw’s favorite child. Because Goldenclaw could not forget about him. Thymesong’s imperfections are smothered by the sheer weight of his gravitas. Thymesong brushes by his father on his way out of the den. He gives the older tomcat a slight nod, not wanting to disturb him on his journey. Not like Yellowtail would. Yellowtail is desperate. He is hungry for approval; biting at Goldenclaw’s ankles like a starving kit. Love me. Pay attention to me. I need you. Look, there is Yellowtail now, speaking to him.
The ginger tom gazes over at his brother, smiling as one does when they see their kin. And, in truth, Thymesong loved Yellowtail. He found his brother’s desire for approval annoying, likely because Thymesong was never want for his father’s approval, nor had he ever wanted it, or really cared about it, but Yellowtail himself was not annoying. Yellowtail himself was just… Yellowtail. His brother.
Though, Thymesong was not sure the affection flowed both ways.
“Brother!” Thymesong was not particularly gifted with greetings. “I did, thank StarClan. Teaflower and I plucked birds the other day for down, to line the queen’s nests with, and there was a little extra so I put it in mine. Feathers work wonders on your back, Yellowtail, they really do. I feel freshly kitted.”
The tom was also a little verbose.
“How are you doing? I didn't see you wake up. Were you scouted for the dawn patrol?”
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Jul 27, 2020 18:53:54 GMT -5
Cougartalon yawned as he stretched his claws out in the middle of ThunderClan’s camp. “Who wants to go out hunting with me?” He yowled out loud for any cat who was in need to relieve their potential boredom. The tom noticed a tuft of fur out of place, so he scratched the tuft of fur out carefully. Shedding fur was not fun, especially in warmer weather.
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Post by ʙєωɪᴛᴄʜɪηɢ ηɪɢʜᴛѕʜαɗє ~ ~👻 on Jul 27, 2020 20:33:23 GMT -5
Speckledheart Open // Thunderclan// The cream molly walked out of the warriors den. Her dark blue eyes scanned the camp to see her clanmates moving around. She saw her leader and her deputy having a conversation. She wanted to ask if she could possibly go on patrol if they needed extra's but she didn't want to bother them. She looked around her stomach rumbling and decided it would be best to get some food in her belly. Maybe converse with her clanmates to see if they would like to do something with her. Her tail swished around as she got there.
"It's awfully hot," she thought. She flicked her tail around with aggravation she then picked up a squirrel and sat it before her paws as she started to eat it. Her blue eyes kept a lookout for warriors that would want to converse with her. She mewed greetings to those that walked past her, but she would be busy eating her meal. Once she was done she licked her chest fur and laying back down.
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Post by highprince on Jul 27, 2020 20:43:19 GMT -5
Birchlight Dovestripe & Dapplefern // leaving thunderclan camp Birchlight could only look at Dapplefern, puzzled. She was oblivious to the drama her clanmates created, floating above their squabbles. Or maybe she was beneath them. All she knew was that she had herself rooted, determined to be the best warrior - Birchstar was in her future, she knew it. She couldn't care less about what Dapplefern thought of Dovestripe, about what she was insinuating about him by whispering in her ear. Birchlight didn't particularly like Dovestripe, but she could at least appreciate that he was being the most mature over this patrol. The silver tabby's fur bristled slightly as annoyance festered in her gut.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to stir up drama, Dapplefern," she said, her voice stern. She wasn't trying to get either she or Dovestripe up in a fuss, even if that's what it sounded like. Birchlight genuinely wanted Dapplefern to pay attention. It was obvious that the brown and white molly didn't think this patrol was important, and Birchlight figured that's why she'd been so quick to stick her in charge. "My apologies, Dovestripe." She looked back at the gray tom. The last thing she needed was him thinking she supported Dapplefern's apprentice-like antics.
Boulderheart of RiverClanBreezewhisker // Sunningrocks
Boulderheart's heart thumped in his chest as he followed after Breezewhisker, trying to avoid thinking about what would happen if they were caught. He was large and strong, but he was hungry, and he wasn't sure how well they would fare in a battle. He could only hope that no ThunderClan patrol came by. They wouldn't be long, after all - just grabbing prey before returning.
He was thankful for the shallow river as he made his way to the rocks, scrambling up on top of them. He kept his ears pricked, looking both for prey and other cats. Standing up on Sunningrocks, he was only more determined to take it for RiverClan. There was no reason for ThunderClan to have Sunningrocks, not with the whole forest to hunt from. He nodded to Breezewhisker before lowering his head and beginning to search for prey.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jul 27, 2020 20:54:22 GMT -5
{Finally got my replies up! Sorry for keeping everyone waiting so long!} {Does anyone have anyone open to interact with Speckledflame. An elder.?}
•Amberblaze• •-Heatherdance & Honeyblaze-• •-|-Thunderclan Territory-|-[ʙєωɪᴛᴄʜɪηɢ ηɪɢʜᴛѕʜαɗє ~ ~👻 & Ivyfalcon]-•
Amberblaze gave a grunt of agreement to both Heatherdance and Honeyblaze as they spoke. She gave her fluffy orange fur a shake, to show them that she understood what they meant. She definitely wasn’t finding the heat a blessing, especially having thick fur. “I don’t know about joining Riverclan, Honeyblaze.” She flicked the ginger and white tabby with her tail, in a joking matter. “Though, it would be nice if we still had Sunningrocks. Then we could take a dip in the river, and then sun on the rocks.”
Trotting beside Heatherdance, she gave the blue-gray she-cat a gentle nudge with her shoulder. Her large amber eyes, glowing with laughter. “What about you, Heatherdance.? Would you take a dip in the river to cool down.?” She knew that none of her clan was very fond of water, but she couldn’t help but believe that even one that hated water the most, would dunk in the river to relieve themselves of the heat.
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•Thistlepaw• •-Tigertail-• •-|-Thunderclan Forest-|[@wonderfulalexander ]-•
Thistlepaw kept a slow pace with his mentor, his tail high above his back, his almost golden eyes, sparkling. Even though he forced his paws to keep the same pace as his mentor, they urged him to move quickly. He had enough respect and restraint, to stay by Tigertails side. He kept his head up, and ears pricked, as he listened to the forest around him. Opening his mouth slightly, he let the scents of the forest, hit him. Scanning the undergrowth, his eyes latched on to the shape of a mouse, scuffling at the base of a tree.
He had the temptation to stop and take his chances at catching the mouse, but tore his eyes away. They weren’t hunting today, they were doing battle training. He needed to focus on that. There would plenty of time to hunt on a different day. He flicked his ears towards his mentor, his dark brown coat lighting up a tiny bit, as they walked through bits of sunlight.
“So what did you have in mind to teach me today.? What kind of battle moves.?” The young apprentice flexed his claws, as he asked. He puffed out his chest, another burst of excitement coursing through him. “I wanna be one of the best fighters of our clan.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2020 6:39:52 GMT -5
yellowtail- 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ As Thymesong yammered on and on, Yellowtail began to feel more and more deflated. Thymesong had a gift with words- as if his tongue had been coated in silver at birth- and an entire catalogue of friends; Yellowtail had neither, often just being regarded as good old, unchanging Yellowtail and nothing more. Whereas his brother could go out with a different friend every hour for a quarter-moon, Yellowtail had little more besides Thymesong, Goldenclaw, and whatever warrior struck up casual conversation with him for little else than the purpose of killing silence. "I'll have to keep note of the feathers," nodded the tom, before replying to Thymesong's question- "They didn't choose me. They had enough warriors already, although I was up before dawn." He failed to mention he had been up at dawn to begin with for the intent of wanting to be on the patrol. He would make friends if he was on patrols often. He would be loved if he was on patrols often. Love, that was something Yellowtail was never going to be good at getting that his brother received in spades (with a little bow on top for good measure). "How have your friends been doing? I hope they're doing well." In seeing how Thymesong talked about his friends, maybe Yellowtail could learn from him secondhandedly- without Thymesong even knowing of it. Yellowtail did care about Thymesong, but he wouldn't be lying if he mentioned his envy towards the pale-furred tom. tigertail- ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ Tigertail smiled. Thistlepaw was a very attentive cat, and he felt glad to be the young tom's mentor. "We shall be learning about keeping the element of surprise today, especially in the forest." Tigertail thought about the first time he had been told about the element of surprise- ducking into the undergrowth, slithering beneath fallen tree branches and logs, flying out at his siblings like lightning. His fur had grown matted and his joints became worn, and he could no longer do such things (especially with the vigor of youth), but he was familiar enough with battle that he didn't doubt his abilities to teach Thistlepaw on the manner. "Kid, one of the main things about battle- something they usually don't tell you- is that stealth has everything to do with it. We ThunderClan cats may be big and rather conspicuous- especially next to those twigs that call themselves WindClan or the rats who call themselves ShadowClan-" (he spoke the names with no malice but rather a teasing affection, like a sibling rivalry of some sort) "-but, in my humble opinion, we are the best at surprise. There's a reason they call us lightning from a blue sky." As they stepped into the sandy hollow, which looked like a pale yellow pool in this light, TIgertail crouched suddenly- or at least, as suddenly as he could muster with his ragged old body. "Do you see the brackens over there?"
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 28, 2020 13:05:44 GMT -5
thunderclan camp ; with yellowtail ;
“Ah, that's too bad”, Thymesong leans back on his haunches, swiping one paw around his ear. “We should go out for a dawn hunt sometime. The dawn patrol usually focuses too much on marking borders and stuff, in my opinion, and less on taking advantage of all the songbirds out. And you were always great at catching birds.”
The tom smiled at his brother, taking note of the downturn of his voice.
Yellowtail spoke in the minor key. Dragged down by doubt. Thymesong couldn’t have that, could he? He was unsure where his brother stood on him; which is to say, Thymesong was sure that Yellowtail was jealous of him, because Thymesong has many admirable qualities many cats would be jealous of, he is the sun, who would not envy him; but he hesitates to answer whether or not Yellowtail likes him. Like is a loaded word. Maybe his brother loves him. He proabably loves him. Like, though. Like is a hovering question mark and Thymesong can’t seem to pin it down.
The last question catches him off guard a little bit, and he leans towards Yellowtail a bit, quirking his tail. “Friends? Um. I suppose they’re good. Teaflower is having a little trouble with Fawnpaw, I think, mostly insofar that she has trouble tracking her apprentice down. Other than that there’s nothing out of the ordinary.”
Thymesong was done with the topic as soon as it began. “Hey, you haven’t been out of camp today, have you? You want to head out for a bit? Get some brother time? We haven’t really been out together since we were apprentices.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2020 13:35:46 GMT -5
yellowtail- 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ Yellowtail tried to keep a mental note of everything his brother did. There had to be some secret code, right? Some trick to Thymesong that made everything fir together, that made him so likable? Yellowtail had always been behind socially even when he had been a kit- there was something everyone else knew, something nobody ever was able to tell him. Like they were all in a play and everyone had their part of the script but him... He tried to hide his anxieties as well as he could, however. Thymesong avoided such anxiety like a slug avoids salt, and the last thing Yellowtail needed was rejection from his brother. Yellowtail was used to rejection, but even if one is used to bees their sting still throbs with pain. The yellow tabby immediately perked up, however, when Thymesong entertained the idea of a walk around territory together- Yellowtail hadn't left camp in days. "I'd love to!" he replied, almost too excitedly for his own liking. "Would you like to go east or west? Or maybe south? It really has been a while..."
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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Jul 28, 2020 14:42:40 GMT -5
Hollowbranch & Cedarpaw & Fawnpaw | Forest // Great Sycamore | Falconwing Leaning down, Hollowbranch prepared to grab Fawnpaw's scruff in case she slipped. He felt his claws sink into spots where the bark was softer, and was secured in his position above her. A grunt was pushed from his chest as Fawnpaw pushed herself against him, but he stayed steady as a stone. Scanning the forest floor below, he saw patches of soft undergrowth and moss at the sycamore's roots. His tail swished back and forth as he thought, letting out a small hum at Fawnpaw's apology before she continued. Her words sent a prickle of frustration along his spine.
" This has nothing to do with bravery! " He growled back, scolding her, " If you'd fallen, what then? You should never have left camp without a warrior, " Sending a glare down at Cedarpaw, he continued louder so his apprentice could hear him. " And don't you think you'll both be getting out of this without conseuqences! " He snapped back to Fawnpaw, eyes full of an unknown fire, " Being brave may be all well and good, but bravery can quickly turn to arrogance! You think you can do it all on your own, and you'll end up getting yourself hurt or worse, like- " His words died on his tongue as he paused, unable to continue. Images of his brother flashed in his mind as he grew quiet. He took a deep breath and exhaled, letting his tense muscles relax. His voice remained gruff, but lowered in volume.
" Rest for a few moments here, then we'll figure out a way down. " He continued investigating the tree, mentally marking possible footholds.
Bramblemask & Badgerstripe & Rosetuft | ThunderClan Camp | Falconwing Bramblemask picked up a sparrow from the pile, mumbling in reply.
" If it's all well and good, I think Wildrose and I could use a hunting patrol to stretch our legs a bit, " Sitting down beside the warriors, he pulled a few feathers away from the fresh-kill before taking a small bite. He let out a small noise, pleased by the taste of the sparrow. It was plump and pleasantly tasty. After he swallowed, he licked his lips before continuing, " So where's these rabbits, then, Rosetuft? " He couldn't remember the last time he'd caught a rabbit, Wildrose was a bit quicker than he was. She always had a clever way to outsmart prey or even outrun them at times. Bramblemask preferred more of a.. stealthier route. He had always been better at sneaking his way around the undergrowth. He took another bite of his sparrow in thought. He glanced over at Wildrose, who seemed to be settling down with her blue jay in a shady area of camp. I'll have to ask her if she wants to come along..
Wildrose & Teaflower & Fallenoak | ThunderClan Camp | dαιѕy 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ Wildrose's tail flicked across the ground before resting next to her. She bit into her blue jay, reveling in the taste for a minute. A feather stuck to her face and she blew it off with a quiet huff. She looked over to Bramblemask, who was still chattering with Rosetuft and Badgerstripe. He seemed to have gotten a meal, though, at least. She sighed quietly to herself, but perked up her ears at the voices carried by a breeze. She looked over, seeing Fallenoak and Teaflower nearby. She caught the words 'hunting' and 'going out'. Her interest was peaked, and her body itched at the idea of going hunting. She hesitated for a moment, but then called over to the other cats.
" If you two are planning on going out, I might as well join. If you'll have me, that is. " Being as polite as she could, she ended with a curt nod. She took a large bite of her blue jay, not waiting too long for a reply. If she was going to go out, she'd go out with or without them. But she needed to finish eating first. She had to keep her strength up, after all.
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Post by dαιѕy on Jul 28, 2020 15:14:34 GMT -5
F A L L E N O A K { in camp w/ Teaflower + Wildrose }
Teaflower's extended invite made the tomcat's ears perk up a bit. He didn't want to seem desperate, but it seemed quite obvious he was trying to fill the void in his warriorship and he didn't mind a little help one in awhile. The older she-cat was kind and considerate of his awkward position within the clan. It was a difficult time adapting from apprentice to warrior, especially without any help. He flicked an ear at the mention of Sundapple, realized he hadn't actually spoken with them yet. "Er, actually-" he began, only to be interrupted by a call coming from a different direction. It was Wildrose, padding over with a bluejay between her maw. Uncomfortable was an understatement for Fallenoak, his whiskers twitching at the curtness of her tone. He offered a polite smile to the other she-cat before turning back to Teaflower momentarily. "I hadn't, but it seems we could make a patrol with three of us I suppose.." he trailed off, cocking his head to the side as he awaited for the elder warrior's response. He didn't want to seem like he didn't want Wildrose to accompany them, but he also didn't want to seem rude toward Teaflower.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 28, 2020 16:10:32 GMT -5
Hopperpaw With Beepaw His green eyes trailed after Flutterpaw as she left the den with her mentor. So much for awaking them all up to spend time together. He blinked for a moment before settling down into his comfortable nest. He didn't see and scent Badgerstripe anywhere lingering out of the den so the lazy tom was fully committed to the idea of falling back asleep. Maybe he would catch that squirrel in his dreams.
Hopperpaw dropped his head back down on his paws. Tilting his gaze towards Beepaw as he watched his friend rise to his paws. He wrinkled his nose before closing his eyes. An unwise decision since he wouldn't notice Beepaw's gaze and bundling of his muscles before...
"Oof," Hopperpaw grunted as Beepaw's paws come in control with his fur and swiped at the other apprentice in mild annoyance. He blinked open his vivid green eyes to fix Beepaw with stern look, "You are a pain yknow," he mumbled under his breath as he peered up at his friend, towering over him. He let out a sigh and pushed himself to his paws, brushing his fur against Beepaw's as he got up. "As long as we don't go far from camp, I don't want to clean the elders den again," Hopperpaw pointed out. The punishment from Beepaw's last excursion wasn't fun.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 28, 2020 16:20:02 GMT -5
thunderclan camp ; with yellowtail ;
“What about north?” Thymesong mewed, smiling, dropping in a lazy stretch to cast the last dregs of sleep from his body. One last yawn and he was ready to face the day.
The ginger tom turned to his brother, eyes drifting over the tom. Taking him in. It was weird to see how much his brother had grown. To Thymesong, Yellowtail was still the awkward kit in the nursery, padding after him and stumbling over his words. Thymesong had defended him, then, against the other kittens. There had always been something different about Yellowtail. Not a bad different. Just different. A statement. Yellowtail had a disposition different than many of Thymesong’s clan-mates and a perspective that Thymesong found nuanced and helpful. Despite his brother’s rejection sensitivity lacing their interactions. Despite how, when they were apprentices, Thymesong turned away from his father’s treatment of Yellowtail. Ignored it. Pretended he didn’t see it. How Thymesong still doesn’t speak up to Goldenclaw. Thymesong has never cared for his father’s favoritism, but that does not mean he wants to lose it. It’s weird. It’s a weird relationship. Relationships are weird.
“It’s the only direction you didn’t mention”, Thymesong teased, bopping his brothers head with his tail. “Though you're right, west may be our best bet. The forest is most fertile over near the river – in the parts that haven’t died up, at least. We should be able to hunt down a squirrel or two over there. Maybe even a mouse.”
The tom smiles once again and his brother and twitches an ear towards the camp entrance, signaling that he’s ready to leave at any time.
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@wonderfulalexander
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 28, 2020 16:29:21 GMT -5
thunderclan camp ; with fallenoak && wildrose ;
“Three’s a charm”, Teaflower replied, voice high and nearly song-light with cheer; the sort of cheer that came naturally, that was not forced, that was the result of Teaflower’s persistent urge to find the best in every situation. Blind optimism. Stupid good. Teaflower was the sort of cat to be cornered in the thick-of-battle and trying to talk her way out of it. Complimenting her foe’s jaw strength as they clenched their teeth around her throat. Telling them they were beautiful with the ruby accents of blood tinting their fur. One wonders if she hit her head too hard as a kit and had her personality splinter. Only the good parts remained. Only the naïve parts. She was trapped in perpetual kit-hood. The world was Eden. She had befriended the snake. They had picnics together on weekends.
“I’m sure Sundapple won’t mind the three of us going out. I can ask an apprentice to let him know where we’ve gone off to, if you’d like. And then we can leave once Wildrose is done with her meal.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2020 17:22:51 GMT -5
yellowtail- 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ Yellowtail nodded cheerfully at the thought. "I wonder how they're doing in RiverClan, with a dried-up river." He thought for a moment- the gears in his brain were visibly turning- before looking pleased with himself. "Perhaps until they get a proper river again they should simply call themselves -Clan?" He looked pensive after he said it- not a good joke. Joketelling was not his strong suit- Yellowtail had long accepted that he really didn't have such a thing as a strong suit. It was what Goldenclaw- or rather, Goldenclaw's silence, the back of Goldenclaw's broad head, the ears turned but the face completely unresponsive- told him, and it was what the silence from others told him. As they walked, Yellowtail tried to keep note of every little social detail. Keep eye contact. Not too much of it, though. Watch how you angle your tail. Would speeding up a little be rude, or is he thinking I'm walking too slowly? Look away... now, then turn back. Look attentive to your surroundings, but don't look like a daydreamer. Keep your mouth closed but open enough to make for a proper grin when needed. Don't fidget... Am I overthinking this? Don't overthink it, cats catch on to that sort of thing. Yellowtail would never understand the effortlessness of how Thymesong did things. Like an insect carefully gliding on water, gently skating on ripples where others fell through. The golden-furred tom looked as if he could calculate what it took Yellowtail eons to notice in a minute, and Yellowtail admired it, envied it- part of him even feared it. "Look!" As he flicked his head upwards, he caught sight of a robin's nest, delicately balancing on the bow of a young beech tree. "It's a nest, and it's green-leaf. I can hear screeching from within, which means the fledgelings' mother will be approaching. We can either knock the nest down now and take the stunned chicks inside of it- given the time, they should be big enough to be suitable prey- or we can wait for the mother." Did I talk too fast? I hope I didn't. Already, Yellowtail began to size up what it would take for either option- although, given his clumsiness, he wasn't entirely sure he trusted himself with his own plan.
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 28, 2020 17:35:04 GMT -5
《I will make my reply as soon as I get off work in a couple of hours 》
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Jul 28, 2020 22:23:20 GMT -5
Acorntuft |x| Camp |x| Ivyfalcon
"I don't think anyone will mind," Acorntuft huffed, blinking. "We'd have the whole den to ourselves." She gave her mate a playful bump. It'd be nice to sleep next to someone again.
She sighed lightly at Cloverleaf's second question. "No, nothing yet," Acorntuft admitted. "I haven't been listening too closely lately, though. Mostly just watching." Her ears pricked upwards slightly, a smile creeping across her features. "What about you?"
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(AA sorry I'm so late to this life is wack)
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Jul 28, 2020 22:42:54 GMT -5
Willowmask |x| Camp |x| Open
If there was one thing Willowmask had learned in his years as a warrior, it was that beauty sleep was incredibly important.
Barely bothering to mask his yawn, the tom rolled over in his nest with a groan. This heat was insufferable. It just made everything so much more... difficult. He hadn't been able to fall asleep last night until halfway through the evening. Maybe he'd try asking the warriors around him to move their nests again...
Ah, but now it was day. Willowmask slowly rose to his paws, giving his fur several licks until the hairs were mostly contained. Another thing the heat caused to be problematic. He huffed quietly, working on a particularly difficult patch. Starclan couldn't expect him to survive long in these conditions. Hopefully they would send assistance to him soon.
With one last lick, Willowmask nodded to himself. That should do it. Carefully picking his way across nests so no moss stuck to his fur, he made his way out into the sun, blinking. It was slightly cooler out here, but still intensely oppressive. Narrowing his eyes to glare at the sun, the tom made his way over to the fresh-kill pile, grabbing the freshest piece he could find and dragging it back into the shade.
In a moment, he might actually do something. But for now, Willowmask was content to simply eat in silence.
______(part one of the great starter journey)
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Post by ʙєωɪᴛᴄʜɪηɢ ηɪɢʜᴛѕʜαɗє ~ ~👻 on Jul 28, 2020 22:52:34 GMT -5
Heatherdance The blue-gray molly gave a giggle as they were talking about the fish breaths her. She thought about what her life would be as a Riverclan warrior instead of a Thunderclan one. It would be nice be lazy and fish all day and swim in the river. It would certainly would be better than suffocating in the heat. She was enjoying her companions energy and how positive it was.
Once Amberblaze had asked her about the question she laughed a bit. "Oh I would for sure but one dip into the river wouldn't make me join those stinky fish breaths," the blue-gray molly said. She would rather die than join their clan. Thunderclan was her home not some marshy fish infested nastiness. As she walked towards the Great Sycamore tree she had wondered how the other clans were doing. "You know I wonder how the other clans are doing with the heat," she said. She then looked at her companions and looked embarrassed.
"Don't get me wrong I wouldn't ask them about it but if we're struggling they must be too. I just hope they all have enough sense to not steal from us," she said. She'd hoped they would be smart and not challenge Rainstar after all she would probably put them in their place and then some.
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 28, 2020 23:13:43 GMT -5
Fawnpaw The Great Sycamore with Cedarpaw and Hollowbranch 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ - mentions Teaflower 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ The scolding that Fawnpaw received had her belly pressed firmly against the branch they were perched upon. Ears flat back and eyes unable to rise to face the warrior. He was completely right, and anger began to rise from within. Not towards Hollowbranch but towards her own self. What in the world was I thinking?! How could she have possible thought it safe to do this without Teaflower present? So far through Fawnpaws apprenticeship Teaflower had been a wonderful supportive mentor, trusting her to make decisions much wiser than this one. Now what would her mentor think of her? Reckless and prideful. Definitely not material for warrior hood. After a brief moment of resting, Fawnpaw had gathered up enough strength to attempt the climb down. The silence as she rested had become deafening and her pelt felt red hot under the watchful eye of Hollowbranch. "Okay I'm ready now." Fawnpaws voice was small and reserved, all she wanted to do was get down from this tree and hide herself away from eyes that would look down upon her. Cedarpaw Cedarpaw had remained at the base of the tree and to see the pair above better he had stood up on his hind legs, front legs pressed against the trees massive trunk. Hollowbranchs harsh words seared his ears, due to the truth that he spoke. Guilt overwhelmed the tom. This initially had been his idea and he felt horrible for dragging his litter mate into such a dangerous, unsupervised situation. Stepping away from the tree the tom sat back and waited to be called upon. This was not his day to shine, and sadly even more so not Fawnpaws.
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 28, 2020 23:34:07 GMT -5
Rosetuft Camp with Badgerstripe and Bramblemask 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ Rosetufts tall pointed ears focused on the younger warrior excited that he seemed interested in going hunting. The bobtailed warrior always loved a good hunt, and more importantly spending time with her classmates. As sociable as this molly was Rosetuft was willing and happy to hang out with just about anyone. Now it might be because deep down she had a silent fear of solitude, but that was something she would never ever admit. Giving Bramblemask a moment to eat the orange tabby gave her chest and paws a final licking, removing any and all traces of the dove she had just demolished. "There is the place a couple paces away from the Clear Spring Brook", she began tucking her paws beneath her and curling up comfortably. It's a nice big pile of brambles with a wide sunny spot just on the other side. The rabbits like to hide out in the brambles but when it's quite they will come out to eat the fresh green undergrowth in the big open area on the other side." Short bobbed tail flicking in anticipation of the hunt. Her mind was running over her many successful hunts to that spot. "You just have to be careful about not getting a thorn stuck in your paw. But if we catch a nice plump rabbit I would more than happily take a thorn or two to the paw."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 29, 2020 3:42:54 GMT -5
- - -Ebonystone [OPEN]
“Hold on Murkpaw, you’ve got a little something in your fur-“ without another word, Ebonystone reached out and licked the fur on top of Murkpaw’s head.
Instead his little sister let out a disgruntled mroww and backed up. “Ebonystone! I’m an apprentice now, I don’t need you to clean my fur anymore,” Murkpaw objected, glancing around as if to make sure no one was watching. “What if the other apprentices see?” She asked in a hushed hiss.
Ebonystone tilted his head to the side, sending her a puzzled look. “I don’t see why you care so much, lots of apprentices still have their parents groom them,” he said and Murkpaw sent him a look.
“Yeah, their parents, not their older brothers, besides I’m not a kit anymore, I can groom myself,” Murkpaw continued to argue.
Ebonystone decided to avoid the “parents” comment for now. He might only be Murkpaw’s brother, but he had done more to raise her than their parents had...which...which made sense though, since their parents had died before Murkpaw could get to know them. Their father: Smokecry had died before Murkpaw was born, and their mother: Darkstone had passed away not long after Murkpaw had been born, too weak and sick to survive.
Since then, Ebonystone had done his best to help raise his younger sister. The other queens at the time had helped of course, but it hadn’t stopped Ebonystone from temporarily moving into the nursery to help raise Murkpaw.
“Well maybe the other apprentices don’t need someone to get loose tufts of fur from their heads,” he told her and went to lick her head again.
Beside him, Stormwatcher let out a bemused purr. “You might as well let him do it, Murkpaw, he won’t leave until you’re clean,” she warned.
Murkpaw glowered but didn’t object any further.
Good, she shouldn’t, Ebonystone still had a loose tuft to get.
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