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Post by LightBringer on Oct 29, 2020 15:29:54 GMT -5
"Yes of course. Did she say where she wanted to meet? " StagStar asked. If they were going to be neighbors it was best they found a good neutral zone. Right now there wasn't any spot that came to mind, and he wondered about how the two clans would go about finding such a spot.
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Post by Morior on Oct 29, 2020 15:33:05 GMT -5
"He'll probably meet you here, at the border to discuss things. He didn't come this time because he didn't want both the leader and medicine cat to be away from camp." Frostwhisper said. "I'll tell him to come maybe the day after we return."
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Post by LightBringer on Oct 29, 2020 18:00:56 GMT -5
StagStar nodded, and continued to pick his way through the forest. "That's a good idea. Ill go there tonight, it will give them time to commune with me and your leader as well before we meet " He decided. His tail flicked back and forth lazily, and he glanced at sweetmeadow. "If you get anything be sure to let me know"
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Post by Morior on Oct 29, 2020 19:28:25 GMT -5
Frostwhisper padded into camp as if she hadn't seemed to notice the stares from the MistClan cats. She kept alert though and stayed close to Rosepath.
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Post by Mother Dark on Oct 29, 2020 19:40:49 GMT -5
Willowbee nodded to Stagstar and continued to follow the border scenting for prey.
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Post by Morior on Oct 29, 2020 19:43:34 GMT -5
Elmsong watched Willowbee go for a moment before he went with the SteppeClan cats escorting them back to camp. Maybe it wasn't his place to, but part of him wanted to hear what kind of things Stagstar and the SteppeClan cats discussed.
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Post by Mother Dark on Oct 30, 2020 3:52:16 GMT -5
Willowbee nodded to Heavyheart and circled around. She jumped and hooked her claws into one of the doves. She brought it to the ground as she landed and and leaned to bite its neck. She watched as the other dove landed on a branch high above her head.
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Bisexual
Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 30, 2020 9:10:59 GMT -5
Heavyheart padded up to Willowbee, tail alert and his eyes on the second dove. He pondered at it a moment, examined the tree, before shrugging and padding along the border once more. “Congratulations on the catch.” He threw over his shoulder at Willowbee, as if he’d just remembered it was something he should do.
Sweetmeadow padded down into her den, the mouth was narrow but it widened significantly inside. Her predecessors having completely hollowed out the root system of the maple where they could. Five cats could rest snuggly together on the smoothed dirt floor and pockets were carved into the roots themselves for her herbs. The herbs she conveniently had spread out at the back of the den for examination. Now she would barter some in friendly trade.
Sweetmeadow turned back to the newcomers who had now all set down there bundles. She purred and touched noses with Rosepath in welcome. The Steppeclan medicine cat had stayed with Sweetmeadow in her den and though she would never admit she had been glad for the company. This den was so empty without sick or injured cats, without an apprentice.
She had never understood as a kit how lonely this life could become.
Shaking herself, Sweetmeadow forced those feelings back and gave the two other Steppeclan cats a warm look. “I’m sorry if we met I do not remember you, what are your names?”
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Post by Mother Dark on Oct 30, 2020 10:07:00 GMT -5
"Thanks Willowbee said before setting off in search of a mouse she smelled. She had buried the dove near the bush it had been scared from before she took off.
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Post by Morior on Oct 30, 2020 15:11:41 GMT -5
Frostwhisper dipped her head to Sweetmeadow. "I am Frostwhisper. I perform both the duties of a guide and warrior in SteppeClan. This is Dartfoot." she flicked her tail towards the tom. "He is our younger runner." she said simply, although she expected she would have to explain to the MistClan cats what 'guides' and 'runners' were.
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Post by Morior on Oct 30, 2020 16:10:18 GMT -5
Frostwhisper explained, though she had a little trouble describing the role of a guide to an outside cat. "We have knowledge of herbs as well, even if we already have a medicine cat." She finished.
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Post by LightBringer on Oct 30, 2020 17:54:12 GMT -5
StagStar chuckled at his apprentices question. "Each clan is built differently. Our cats look different because we excel in different things then they do" He explained to SoftPaw. "I'm needed in negotiations but why dont you go check to see if any nests need new moss. " He suggested lightly. He hadn't forgotten about their training session, and he would hold to it, after.
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Post by Mother Dark on Nov 1, 2020 14:59:16 GMT -5
Willowbee pounced for the mouse and came up empty. Moving on she caught herself a squirrel. When she finished catching it she trotted back to where she had buried the dove.
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Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Nov 2, 2020 9:06:43 GMT -5
- Softpaw flicked her tail in disappointment to be given such a menial task when such exciting things were happening but she nodded anyways. Sometimes being a clan cat was serving others rather than battle and glory, she reminded herself as she padded towards the elders den, best to get the worst first.
“Hello Stumpleg.” She greeted, unsuccessful in keeping the disappointment from her voice. The old tom snorted in amusement.
Heavyheart returned with a snake hanging from his jaws. He placed it before himself and mewed to Willowbee, “I’ve covered the last of the border, no more signs of cats.” He glanced at their gathered prey. “Should we take this back or hunt for more?”
Sweetmeadow hummed appreciatively at Frostwhisper’s explanation, “That would be a good backup in case something happens to the Medicine Cat.”
She tried not to think of how Mistclan would suffer should she pass unexpectedly. “Anyways pats get back to what we’re all her for!”
Rosepath nodded and began to unravel her bundle of herbs, motioning for the other Steppeclan cats to do the same. Dartfoot nearly spilled his entire bundle much to his sisters irritation but she held her head forward as the Runner fumbled behind her.
Sweetmeadow purred in amusement at the blunder before looking over the gathered herbs with a curious expression. “Ah!” Sweetmeadow exclaimed upon seeing the offered herbs. “Lungwort and Goldenrod! We rarely get those here, but what is that?” The white she-cat pointed with her tail tip towards the bundle of dusky blue berries, a bit ruffed up by their journey but still usable.
“Those are Juniper berries.” Rosepath explained, “They ease troubled breathing, bellyaches and help return a weak cat’s strength. I knew juniper didn’t grow in wet places but I didn’t realize you wouldn’t have seen them before.”
Sweetmeadow frowned, “I’ve seen juniper before but your right, they don’t grow on Mistclan territory.” She was bit flustered to not have recognized the berries and hurried to pull some herbs from behind her.
“It is very kind of you to bring herbs that rarely grow here, especially something that cures yellowcough.” Sweetmeadow pushed two fair sized piles of comfrey root and sweet-sedge buds. “I know theses must be hard to find on such dry land as you territory has, I hope these serve you well.”
Rosepath leaned forward ever so slightly at the sight of the offered herbs but frowned as Sweetmeadow finished. “I’ve brought three bundle of useful herbs, I expected to return home with three bundles.” The Steppeclan Medicine Cat mewed in displeasure.
Sweetmeadow looked nervously between Rosepath and the Juniper berries. “I’m sorry but I can’t in good faith trade so much for a set of herbs I’ve never seen or used before.”
“Would you not take my word that it serves the purpose I told you? I brought them because I knew them to be useful. In the hopes I could trade them for a herb harder for me to find but equally useful to me.” Rosepath mewed, her tail tip giving a single flick of irritation.
Sweetmeadow shook her head gently, almost hesitant. “If you give me just a little to try out for the season I can add another sweet-sedge bud and if they truly are useful to me I can offer you more next time.”
“Sweetmeadow, Leaf-bare is next season! By then I won’t have anything to trade, nor will I be able to make the journey with my clan so in need of me.” Rosepath pleaded, her ears flattened to her skull. “Please, trade me just a paw full of Tansy, I have herbs to cure yellowcough but must I watch my clanmates be weakened so when I could stop the illness at greencough?”
The Mistclan Medicine Cat flattened her ears in response, distressed by the elevated tone. “Tansy has been hard to find even for me, I’m sorry but I can’t.” The white she-cat mewed softly, her eyes on her herbs and her tail wrapped tightly round her paws.
Rosepath sighed and looked to the juniper berries. Mulling over this disappointment and where to go next.
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Post by LightBringer on Nov 2, 2020 10:19:33 GMT -5
StagStar watched the going ons in silence, waiting to see how things went. truly think was medicine cat business, but if need be he'd step in and make a decision. As things started to get bumpy, and tones became elevated, ears flattened, and tensions rose, he stepped forward. "Rose path, I understand your concern. What if we take only half of the juniper berries, so we can try them? And if they work well, as I expect they will, in a moons time I can send warriors with some more herbs, to trade? " He understood that SweetMeadow did not have much else to spare, and was trying to find something that was agreeable for both of them, he looked at SweetMeadow to see her opinion.
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Post by Mother Dark on Nov 2, 2020 11:53:38 GMT -5
"We should go back." Willowbee said as she started to dig up the dove. She grabbed it by the wing and the squirrel by the tail and waited for Heavyheart to lead the way home
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Post by LightBringer on Nov 2, 2020 12:47:52 GMT -5
StagStar considered briefly before nodding. "You may stay here. I will make an announcement to the clan so there will be no misunderstanding" He knew that some cats could be testy and territorial, so this was his best way to keep peace. If they were going to have a strong bond with their neighboring clan, this was a step in the right direction. He also knew that he'd want his clan members treated with such kindness as he's shown today
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Post by Graystar on Nov 2, 2020 13:14:14 GMT -5
Milkpebble padded into camp a bit clumsily with a large squirrel hanging from her jaws. The dark gray she-cat cursed a bit through the fur of her prey as she stumbled on its tail, not yet aware of the strange new scent in the camp.
Ahead of her, Hareslip, seemingly returning from his own hunting trip, set down two mice and sniffed the air, his fur spiking a bit. To no one in particular he began to mew, "Do you smell-" before glancing back and catching view of the smaller she-cat. He cut himself off to purr in amusement, "That thing's as big as you are, mousebrain."
Milkpebble rolled her eyes and padded past her older clanmate, beelining for the freshkill pile. Hareslip quickly followed behind her, glancing around camp for the source of this new scent.
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Post by LightBringer on Nov 2, 2020 13:17:23 GMT -5
(Will reply shortly, bloodwork being done in a minute )
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Post by Graystar on Nov 2, 2020 13:18:11 GMT -5
(oof no worries! good luck with that!)
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Post by LightBringer on Nov 2, 2020 13:51:25 GMT -5
StagStar scented the return of more of his warriors, and, with a polite nod to their visitors, padded out of the den. He greeted both Milkpebble and HareSlip as he passed, heading for a tree that stood at the edge of camp, by his den. With a calculated leap, he scrambled into the lower branches, and sat, observing for a few moments.
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Post by Graystar on Nov 2, 2020 15:27:45 GMT -5
Milkpebble and Hareslip nodded in unison to their leader as they set down their prey. Harespring, comforted by his leader's calm demeanor, began to nose through the freshkill. He settled on a vole and padded a few feet away to settle down and tuck into it. Milkpebble, meanwhile, lifted her head and for the first time caught the scent of strange cats. Startled, she immediately looked around camp, confused. She turned her attention back to Stagstar, searching his gaze as he looked out over the clan for any sign of disturbance. He seemed calm, but then... who was she scenting?
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Post by Graystar on Nov 2, 2020 16:01:08 GMT -5
Milkpebble jumped a bit as Heavyheart materialized next to her, placing a snake in the freshkill pile. Embarrassed to have been frozen in front of the freshkill pile for so long, she cleared her throat and nodded to her clanmate. "Nice catch," she mewed to Heavyheart as she bent her head down and picked up a mouse herself.
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