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Post by Tealraven on Jan 20, 2021 14:34:52 GMT -5
( writing starters today! ^^ )
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 20, 2021 15:19:16 GMT -5
[ Welcome, Teal! c: Happy to have you! ]
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Post by Tealraven on Jan 20, 2021 16:21:49 GMT -5
RAVENSWOOP ridgeclan border | with Newtpatch & Irisnose "I concur with Newtpatch," mewed Ravenswoop, sidling up beside the calico molly. "It, um, wouldn't, ah -- it wouldn't be wise to linger here, tensions with RidgeClan being as they are." He shot the patch of undergrowth she had indicated a nervous glance. He didn't like the way those bushes were moving. It could be the wind, of course, but that's exactly what an enemy patrol lying in wait would want them to think. A twig snapped somewhere beyond the river and the black tom did a weird hopping sidestep, almost bumping Newtpatch's side.
"We can always hunt later," he added quickly, voice cracking. He cleared his throat rather unsuccessfully and hurried on: "Minkstar will probably be, uh, se-sending out more hunting patrols pretty fairly soon anyway, I mean. Let's just do what we came here to do and move on." He flicked his tail nonchalantly toward the river, although his expression suggested he expected underwater monsters to rise out of its depths to consume them at any moment.
ROBINPAW in camp | bothering Ghostpaw Robinpaw dropped into a hunting crouch and prowled slowly forward. Her green eyes were alert and her ears pricked forward as she homed in on her prey. She froze, tail snaking from side to side, and leaned back on her haunches, preparing to pounce. "Robinpaw, keep your tail still! If you disturb the leaves on the ground you'll frighten away your quarry," her mentor's voice chided in her head. She flattened her ears and let out an impatient huff. She was working on it, okay? She couldn't help it.
"Ha-HA!" She cried triumphantly, cannoning into Ghostpaw's side. She flashed him a cocky grin. "Gotcha!" She giggled and pranced just out of swatting range should he decide to retaliate. "That was my fierce hunting cry! I've been practicing. Whaddyou think? Did it work? Were you totally scared?" She sat down and puffed out her chest, looking immensely pleased with herself. "I bet you were. It's okay, you don't have to admit it."
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 20, 2021 16:28:14 GMT -5
[ I will get you a reply when I finish taking my notes for this thing ^^ ]
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Post by โฅ๐๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฑโ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ขโฅ on Jan 20, 2021 16:31:17 GMT -5
 Mysticfeather
[50 Moons][Medicine-Cat][Molly]
Where. - - Camp
With - -Open
Being woken from another nightmare of Darkfeather's death, by the call from Minkstar, a familiar rage started to fill the medicine cat's soul. Cursing the leader under her breath, the white molly sat up and started to wash her fur. She had to put on a face and move amongst her clanmates as if she was the loyal medicine cat that had once served this clan.
Just another day..
Just another moment..
She could do this..
Her heart longed to avenge the death of the tom she had loved. Had supported. It'd been a shock to everyone to find out Minkstar wasn't actually on her last life. In turn, the rebellion had turned in the worst way. It's devastated Mysticfeather. Horrified her. Broke her heart when Darkfeather was killed by the leader. Yet, the molly had kept a straight face. Pretended it didn't faze her. Turned her back so no one would know how much she truly had loved Darkfeather and how much she played a role in the rebellion against their enraged leader.
It'd been 2 moons since she'd turned her back on Starclan and started visiting the dark forest. Many nights she spent in the dream world with the black tabby tom. They were still planning their revenge. She had a couple of warriors on her side. The exiles were out there somewhere. The scattered sparks of the dying flame of the rebellion. Yet their was still enough spark, that maybe the fire could be lit back up.
Flexing her claws, the molly finished her cleaning and turned her narrowed tan eyes to the entrance to her den. Flattening her ears slightly, her face turned to a look of disgust and displeasure. She often had a negative look on her face, a darkness within her eyes now. She spent more time alone, than with her clanmates. And when they were around her, she kept it short and her tone gruff. She simply did what was needed. For the time being.
Yet, in her eyes..
Every single member of this clan that had turned their backs on Darkfeather, deserved to be punished. And she would be the ones to punish them. No one would ever suspect her. Ever think she was capable.
One by one..
They would all fall.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 20, 2021 20:35:40 GMT -5
 outside of camp;
with aspenkit;
Fringekit perched on the mossy peak of a rock. The river bubbled to her right, lackadaisical in pace. Fringekit was not so slow-moving. She clambered down the stone, claws slipping against its dewy surface. Where was she heading? Fringekit didnโt know; she knew nothing of the forest, of the great trees that hung high overhead with branches that seemed to stretch towards eternity. Every rustle of grass sang of adventure. She was squirrel-sized. Maybe they could teach her how the climb. The curious she-cat bounded forward before โ suddenly โ a small wail interrupted her progress. She spun around, tail puffed out and veritably squirrel-like.
โAspenkit!โ Her voice was a mix of excitement and confusion.
Of course she was happy to see her littermate, but Aspenkit wasnโt much for exploring. The fire in his heart was much more candle-like. It flickered. Hers was a wildfire. Uncontrolled. Destined to burn itself out.
The she-cat turned around and scampered towards her littermate. โHi! Whatโre you doing out here!โ
She did not wait for his response before appending. โIโm going on an adventure! You can come if you want!โ
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Notes:
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 20, 2021 20:38:21 GMT -5
[ Question! So - in regard to mentors: Minkstar isn't the most thoughtful cat. I presume her choice in mentors would have been led by Darkfeather for some of the older apprentices (10 moons and older), so they would be assigned mentors that meld well with their personalities. But since his death, the younger apprentices may just have been haphazardly assigned mentors. How would you all feel about this? I thought it may inspire some out of the box character interactions, but I can understand not wanting this for your character. ]
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Post by โฅ๐๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฑโ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ขโฅ on Jan 20, 2021 20:39:46 GMT -5
(I think that would be pretty interesting. And would make plenty of sense for this clan.)
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 20, 2021 20:43:31 GMT -5
 ridgeclan border;
with newtpatch and ravenswoop;
The camp stank of blood for days after the rebellion. Irisnose swore that the smell lingered; that the blood had seeped into the rock and became a permanent fixture. The stalagmite towered. It rose to impossible empyrean height, looming dark and ominous above her head. It haloed Minkstar, in Irisnoseโs mind. A spire rising from her head to the shine of silverpelt somewhere beyond the roof of the cave. The calico she-cat was plagued by that day. She was not even involved in the revolt. She wandered into the aftermath. Maybe, if she had known, she would have picked a side. Probably the wrong one. Maybe, if she had known, she would have picked a side and she wouldnโt be here moving the border. The why of it is ambiguous. But maybe she wouldnโt be here.
โHunting never hurtsโ, Irisnose responded quickly, nearly tripping over her own words.
Her gaze remained blank as Newtpatch finished her statement. One that was quickly backed up by Ravenswoop.
Irisnoseโs pelt prickled with anxiety. Mentally, she was stepping into a thicket of briar.
โYeah, youโre rightโ, she chuckled in response to them both. โItโll be quick. I'm sure we won't run into anyoneโ
Unless weโre ambushed by a RidgeClan patrol, she added in her mind. She would not dare to say that out loud; she feared hearing the words in her own voice. Her fears made real by her tongue.
The she-cat trekked on. The Lionโs Paw was a rather ambiguous landmark โ you could not tell it was different from the rest of the forest sans the roar of the river surrounding one on three sides. The grass did not change. The trees remained dense and high reaching. Irisnose sniffed the air, wishing she forgot the scent of RidgeClan. Instead, it was pungent. Fresh.
โFoxdungโ, she muttered under her breath. โSmells like RidgeClan has been through here recently. There may be a patrol nearby, so be alert.โ
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 20, 2021 20:56:45 GMT -5
[ ok I will get a post up tomorrow for you Teal ^^ ]
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 20, 2021 20:58:29 GMT -5
[ and I'm good with that, Briar (: ]
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Post by Copperstarโ on Jan 21, 2021 9:02:04 GMT -5
"I don't think Mysticfeather will mind." She answered the tom as they walked over to the medicine den. "and you're with me, so she wouldn't be able to throw you out of the den, even if she wanted to!" Cricketpaw meowed happily as her tail swished back and forth happily. "Mysticfeather! Can Meteorpaw and I go pick herbs? Please?" She asked as they walked into the medicine den.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 21, 2021 10:00:28 GMT -5
 medicine cat's den;
with cricketpaw and mysticfeather;
Meteorpaw trotted behind his friend, his long tail held straight up behind him. It was a signal of openness. Of welcome. Of, noooo, Cricketpaw Iโm not at all intimidated by your super special speaks with dead people oh StarClan itโs like she can see right through me. Yeah. He lowered his head slightly in a polite nod; it was instinct, though Cricketpaw could not see him. โThank youโ
The entrance to the medicine cats den was a wide, gaping tunnel. The ceiling was a silver arch high above them. A mossy curtain dangled with tendrils reaching to a few tail-lengths above their heads. The cave seemed both living and dead at once. The moss a constant source of life, the rock never having been alive at all. The faint sound of dripping water echoed. Meteorpaw presumed it was from water dripping into the pool at the back of the cave โ he had seen it once, when he had a nasty bought of whitecough as a kit. The pool seemed to be fed by magic, to him. According to Peonypaw it was just moisture collecting on the cool roof of the cave and percolating above the pool, since the stalactite was a low point, or whatever, so it dripped. Meteorpaw didnโt understand this. He didnโt think too hard about it.
โHi, Mysticfeather!โ He added his voice to Cricketpawโs. If he was going to be a guest he was at least going to be a polite one.
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Notes: Frost, that post was phenomenal. Chills. Iโm so excited for Mysticfeather to go wild. Also - getting the list of mentors/apprentices and a response for Minkstar (sending out patrols) up soon.
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Post by Vinedew on Jan 21, 2021 16:14:05 GMT -5
Aspenkit
-with Fringekit-
Aspenkit felt relief wash over him as he watched his sister bounce towards him. All the thoughts of her falling, drowning, getting lost, stuck, getting taken by an eagle, attacked - Stop, stop, stop... he willed the horrible thoughts his worried mind conjured up to leave him. Fringekit was safely in front of him, there was no need to worry. Except now she has this idea in her head to drag him into some kind of mess.
"An Adventure? U-uh are you sure that's a good idea?" Aspenkit gulped at the thought of getting further away from camp. "We'll get caught and be in sooo much trouble! And what about Nimbuskit? He must still be sleeping. What happens when he wakes up and we're gone?" Aspenkit let out a sigh as he finished airing his worried thoughts. He began to look around the area as he spoke and finally noticed all the details around him. He had kept his eyes firmly focused on his front paws while picking his way over the rocks - careful not to slip and fall. But now he truly gazed around at scenery; deep blue eyes taking in the ancient stones surrounding the clearing, his ears twitching at the sound of rushing water below, his paws tingling at the feeling of damp moss beneath them, his blood rushing at the thought of going even further. Suddenly the idea of going back to the boring nursery filled Aspenkit with dread, but the thought of getting in trouble from Icysky frightened him even more. He knew logically which option was the better choice, but couldn't quite bring himself to pick his tiny paws up and begin the walk back to camp.
With his mind and heart torn, he glanced back at his sister. Her eyes still filled with excitement and wonder. "O-okay," he quickly let out before his senses came back to him. "I'll come with you. But only to make sure you don't die! And we have to be back before the sun gets too high." He puffed out his chest to seem a little more authoritative. As if I could ever make Fringekit follow me back, he sighed.
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Post by โฅ๐๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฑโ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ขโฅ on Jan 21, 2021 16:17:53 GMT -5
Mysticfeather
[50 Moons][Medicine-Cat][Molly]
Where. - - Her Den.
With - -Meteorpaw & Cricketpaw.
[๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ & Copperstarโ ]
As the air suddenly filled with the scent of her apprentice and the warrior apprentice, Meteorpaw, a groan escaped the medicine cat's mouth. She despised the younger cats of the clan. She despised the apprentice that she was to train to be the next medicine cat for her clan.
She was way to..
Cheerful and happy..
To ready to help..
If it was Mysticfeather's choice, Cricketpaw would be the first cat she took care of. She could simply poison some prey and mask the scent. Her apprentice trusted her enough that she would eat it without question. Before long..She'd be struggling to breathe, agony filling her body, begging for help.
Yet the white molly would just simply stand on, watching the tan and golden molly succumb to the poison.
She quickly shook the image of her apprentice dying out of her head as her and Meteorpaw pushed their way into the den. Her tan eyes were narrowed still and her face furrowed, giving her an agitated look. A look that often spread across her face. She stared the two young cats down, almost as if she was looking straight into their souls.
Simply waving her long and feathery white tail in a greeting, she kept her tone cool and her answer short. "I believe our leader has called a meeting." She got to her paws, padding carefully past the two apprentices and heading to see what the precious leader of Creekclan could want. Turning back, she flicked her ears for the two to follow her. "After the meeting, you may go out and look for herbs. Meteorpaw, you must make sure your mentor is okay with you assisting with herb gathering instead of training. Or they could join you. It's dangerous out there."
'It's dangerous out there.' A hint of menace seemed to seep in her eyes at the words. A darkness or maybe simply a warning came with it. Yet she blinked it away so fast and became her usual stone cold self that one would simply think they had mistaken it. Sitting near her den, she turned a blank gaze to Minkstar.
How she wished she knew exactly how many lives the leader had left. Medicine cats usually knew. Yet, the leader had kept everything private. Even from her. The death of the leader would have to be timed perfectly. She would be one of the last ones that Mysticfeather would take out. In due time, her plans would begin.
No one would ever know.
No one could ever guess.
That their dear medicine cat would destroy them.
Oh, how she would show them all.
(I'm glad you loved it! I wanted the first post of her to be a little fun and dramatic. Yet, I have a feeling most of my posts of her will be dramatic. XD) |
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Post by Vinedew on Jan 21, 2021 16:24:53 GMT -5
Newtpatch
-with Irisnose and Ravenswoop-
The hair began to rise on the back of Newtpatch's neck. Her yellow eyes filled with alarm, but she tried to push the feelings down. "Ridgeclan must have sent their patrol out earlier this morning," she said as she began listening for any unusual sounds. "I don't see or hear anyone nearby, so the patrol must be gone by now." Newpatch tried convincing everyone, even though she was unsure herself. The thoughts of the rustling bush came creeping back to her. It was silent now, but she was left wondering. Was it some prey that went back to its hole to hide, or an enemy cat stilling themselves in the bushes waiting for the opportunity to pounce?
Newtpatch shook her head side to side. Thinking like that would get her nowhere. Besides what reason could Ridgeclan have right now for attacking a simple dawn patrol? They were just here to mark some borders and then leave, nothing special about this trip. She began to slowly make her way closer to the scent borders, careful not to overstep, just in case there was someone crouched further away watching their movements.
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Post by Copperstarโ on Jan 21, 2021 16:29:30 GMT -5
Cricketpaw drooped her tail and sighed. "Okay Mysticfeather. Come on Meteorpaw." She meowed turning pack to highledge. She padded back over to where all the other cats were clustered and waited for Minkstar to speak.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 21, 2021 18:12:23 GMT -5
Apprentice & Mentor Assignments
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Squirrelwhisker mentors Peonypaw
Newtpatch mentors Cloudpaw
Owlwood mentors Crocuspaw
Bloomingpath mentors Meteorpaw
Elkstand mentors Robinpaw
Sunchaser mentors Ghostpaw
Stormfang mentors Boltpaw
working on a post for Minkstar atm, will go up pretty soon c:
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 21, 2021 18:22:49 GMT -5
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 21, 2021 18:24:24 GMT -5
[ who is going to be the deputy? ]
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 21, 2021 18:25:58 GMT -5
[ I've been waiting for someone to join with the deputy >.> unless anyone wants to volunteer a cat. Only requirement is that said cat has to be loyal to Minkstar tooth and nail (at least at first) bc she would have been super paranoid about this deputy pick ]
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 21, 2021 18:27:52 GMT -5
[ hmmm ]
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 21, 2021 18:30:34 GMT -5
[ I'm taking a break from studying tonight, so I can prob make a deputy if there's no one else to fill that spot ]
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 21, 2021 19:46:52 GMT -5
[ Go for it, Ghost c: ]
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Post by Tealraven on Jan 21, 2021 19:51:15 GMT -5
( oh lordy I'm cackling at the idea of Squirrelwhisker mentoring Peonypaw )
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Post by โฅ๐๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฑโ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ขโฅ on Jan 21, 2021 19:55:56 GMT -5
(๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ Can I make a bunch of simple description characters to Rp that Mysticfeather can kill off.? And anyone else can make characters that they would want her to kill. Or tell me who they want her to kill. I want Mystic to be my number one character and I might make a warrior and apprentice that I will keep and Rp as main characters. The rest are just simple and killable ones.)
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Post by Copperstarโ on Jan 21, 2021 20:17:56 GMT -5
(I can make a cat or two! By the way, I just wanted to add that you're doing a really great job with Mysticfeather))
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Post by โฅ๐๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฑโ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ขโฅ on Jan 21, 2021 20:40:23 GMT -5
(Oh thank you, Copper! I'm so excited to be rping her. The role of a mad and heartbroken medicine cat. The fact that she use to be so gentle and sweet and a switch just turned in her, making her evil and murderous is so fun.)
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 21, 2021 21:05:40 GMT -5
[ Hi guys! I'd prefer that we don't make a ton of background characters who are never used for Mysticfeather just to kill. A couple is ok, but I don't want there to be a ton of non-impactful deaths because I feel like that cheapens the narrative a bit. If we make up random background characters just as cannon fodder, try and make them interesting in some way so that their deaths have more meaning to our characters than just one-line "oh that's sad he died" and then they move on. ya feel? ]
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Post by Tealraven on Jan 21, 2021 21:18:47 GMT -5
( I'm already planning to kill off a couple of mine... just haven't decided which ones yet c:< )
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