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Post by ☾ ᴡᴏʟғ ☆ on Jan 21, 2021 22:22:15 GMT -5
 Nimbuskit
Kit. W/ Aspenkit & Fringekit. "My mother told me I spend too much time in my own head. At least it's quiet there."
clever - determined - self-reliant
⮚ Take a tiny nap and you miss everything. That was the lesson the kitten had learned, as he wandered out of the camp, his tail-tip twitching with irritation. The scent of his litter-mates was fresh in his nose, showing that they had passed by this way not too long ago... at least Aspenkit had. Fringekit's scent was much fainter. Of course she would have started this adventure out into the forest without supervision. His small paws made barely a sound on the grass below his paws, his pine colored eyes flickering up into the trees, a bit amazed by what he saw. Nimbuskit had never been outside of the camp before, as their elders preached about how they were too young, too small, too inexperienced. That had always gotten on the tabby's nerves. He hated being treated like a kit. What child didn't?
He leaped over a fallen twig, trying to follow the scent of his brother, which was much clearer than that of his sister. Still, the spruce trees swayed around him, the forest alive with sounds. "Aspenkit? Fringekit?" he called, straining his ears to catch any fragment of their voices. Instead, the rush of water filled his ears, a loud roar. Alarm ran down his spine. Hopefully his siblings hadn't fallen into the water... No. The tom wouldn't allow himself to think like that. With a firm shake, the kit moved deeper into the forest, padding closer to the echo of the water. Pale sunlight dappled across the forest floor before him, stones stretching up in front of him, taller the tops of his ears!
"...don't die! And we have to be back before the sun gets too high." That was definitely his brother and luckily, he sounded close. Nimbuskit picked up the pace, dodging around some leafy green ferns and a grouping of large rocks. The bright white and silver of Fringekit's pelt caught his eye first. His sister appeared excited beyond belief to be out and about - unsurprising really. Not that it had been difficult to get away. The fluffy tabby had merely walked right out the entrance without anyone the wiser, probably because the focus was on Minkstar. His brother seemed much less enthused to be here.
"You guys were gonna adventure without me?" he asked, offended, letting out a tiny huff and lashing his tail as he marched over to the pair.
[ 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ , Vinedew ]
[ sorry for the late starter, i'm working on my other ones now ~ ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 21, 2021 22:25:38 GMT -5
[ okay, I posted a deputy ]
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jan 21, 2021 23:37:58 GMT -5
(I put up new characters! I tagged people that I thought might make good pairs/family members! Let me know if everything is alright!)
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Post by willowflower on Jan 22, 2021 2:23:05 GMT -5
((hello! excited to join u all!))
Icysky
outside medicine cat's den || with Mysticfeather
The tension that wound its way throughout camp felt like a low, quiet simmer beneath paws, not quite worn on faces, just a crack in the floor cats kept treading on, promising to one day break apart.
And Icysky probably would've noticed it more if she could just find her darn kits.
"Where are those little rascals?" she muttered under her breath as she strode across camp, having just emerged from the elder's den with empty paws. Just then Minkstar's voice spilled through the main cave, and honestly Icysky couldn't bring herself to give a single rat's tail at the moment. She wove between the cats that were beginning to gather, looking up and down for a spot of white and gray fur, anywhere at all. "Excuse me," she murmured off-handedly as she inevitably tread on some cat's tail. She was, after all, trying very hard not to panic, a task fairly difficult to pull off when her kits decided to vanish sometime during her nap. It was a well-earned nap too, she will tell you, but she'll also tell you that she as a mother was no longer allowed to take naps if it meant losing her kits from right underneath her nose.
What if, her treacherously panicked thoughts whispered, they weren't in camp at all? What if they've wandered out into the territory? What if they were to stumble onto Ridgeclan territory? (Such a thought made her stomach seize up in tight fear, then made her heart ache terribly.) So, she pushed these thoughts aside, for there was still hope.
Her eyes were on the medicine cat's den, after all - the only place she hasn't checked quite yet.
She'll check there first, and then she'll lose all hope.
Seeing Mysticfeather sitting just outside, Icysky scooted right past Cricketpaw and slid to a stop right before the medicine cat. "Mysticfeather, please tell me my kits are in there," she said, peeking around the medicine cat. "Tell me they've stopped by because Fringekit got a little too adventurous and slipped and fell and crashed right into Aspenkit so Nimbuskit brought the two of them right over and they're perfectly safe in camp and one hundred percent definitely not wandering into Ridgeclan this very moment."
Owlwood
chilling by High Ledge || open
Owlwood, unlike Icysky, was having a pretty good time. They weren't really into the whole listen-to-Minkstar thing, but Mysticfeather seemed pretty certain that acting like they were into the whole listen-to-Minkstar thing was going to help them take down Minkstar, and Owlwood trusted Mysticfeather. That was a cat who knew what she was doing.
Besides, the whole tension strung tight between their clanmates was... exciting. Owlwood tasted the delicious promise of something snapping, and they sure hoped with all their heart that Minkstar's announcement was something dramatic. Maybe Minkstar has decided to push another cat onto a spike.
(Logically, they figured that Minkstar was just going to assign patrols since her shiny new deputy was out and about, but goshdarn can't a cat hope for something a little more interesting?)
Coyote
just beyond Creekclan's border || open
It's been a while since Coyote's tasted this scent, had it linger in the back of her throat. A tumultuous tumble of emotion rippled through her, and she closed her eyes and clenched her jaw as tight as she could. Smell, Rosemist once told her, was often the key to unlocking memories. One whiff, and a whole kithood could pass by in an instant.
Coyote let out a huff and looked down at the water trickling through the grass. She should be near the border between Ridgeclan and Creekclan - she'd come from right off the edges of Ridgeclan's borders, after all. Lying in quiet, listening in on passing border patrols. When the fancy struck her, she tried going for a friendly conversation, but those cats sure were prickly. Still, she could gather enough of a sense of the animosity between the two clans. Apparently the leader of Creekclan was inching in on Ridgeclan territory, and couldn't be less aggressive about it. How petty, Coyote couldn't help but muse. To be so defensive over such tiny slivers of land.
Maybe she was biased, having crossed much land herself.
Well, there wasn't much to do but wander along the edges of Creekclan's borders. Maybe a squirrel or two will cross her path while she waited. She knew enough about the border patrols, enough to know that they come and go like clockwork. She got up at the break of dawn for a reason, after all. She'd hate to have to wait long.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 22, 2021 9:30:07 GMT -5
 camp;
calling a clan meeting;
Traitors swarmed like ants below Minkstar’s paws. From this height, her clanmates looked nearly indiscernible from one another. They were reduced to a mass of writhing fur and flesh, undulating, wave-like, as they approached the high-ledge. She could pick out faces if she strained her eyes. Cats who remained loyal to her during Darkfeather’s drama. She scoffed at the memory of the tom. She shook at the memory. He was an actor who cast himself in the starring role of his own mock production. Minkstar was the dragon. The great beast to be overcome.
Of course, he had failed. It was his own fault in this; he had imagined Minkstar as a creature she was not and, in constructing her as nothing but a war-lord, he believed she was on her last life. The fool. He had only seen her lose four. Had he really trusted that she hid four other deaths from him? Four? No. She was a fool herself for naming him as her deputy.
She had a better one, now. Hawkflight would die to defend her. She would never keel to the will of the few; of the traitors that swarmed below Minkstar. Minkstar’s paws did not shake. She was not afraid of them. They were nothing more than snakes hiding in the forest of her clanmates. She would root them out and expel them, just as she had expelled Darkfeather and his traitors. Whitewillow. Otterbite. Blind fools following a fool. They would have her hand her pride over to Sloestar; to bury the legacy of CreekClan in fat and feathers. Minkstar did not roll over to anyone; her clan was her own, her territory her own. She took only what CreekClan was owed.
“I will be arranging patrols this morning. Earlier, I sent out Irisnose with the dawn patrol. They will be moving the CreekClan border further into the Lion’s Paw. Retaking the land that Hollystar so shamefully gave away moons ago. For this reason, I want you all to be careful. I doubt the cowards in RidgeClan will react, but if they do we will drive them back. CreekClan is strong.” Minkstar swept a thin-eyed gaze over her clan.
“Mudwhisker, Ambersap, Runningstorm, and Ghostpaw – I want you to take a patrol up the Moon River towards the lake. Check for rouge scents or any hint of RidgeClan straying onto our lake territory. Owlwood, Cypressbark, and Robinpaw, you can take a hunting patrol to the east.”
With that Minkstar concluded the meeting with a wave of her head, hopping down from the high ledge. She padded quickly up to Owlwood. “Be on the lookout for any of the traitors” – she drew out the word – “who so threatened our clan three moons ago. You have license to kill if they have crept back onto our territory.”
With this she swept away back towards her den.
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Feel free to have anything go down on patrols. They can be as calm or exciting as you want c:
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 22, 2021 9:51:59 GMT -5
 outside of camp;
with aspenkit and nimbuskit;
“Yes!” Fringepaw bounced - literally, her all four paws left the ground and came smacking down against the rock with a soft but satisfying “thwap” – with joy. “I want to ride a squirrel.”
She plopped that last statement down with as much confidence as the little she-cat could muster. She was bold in the way she set her paws shoulder length apart – an explorer setting out on the grandest mission of her life. She would bring home fortune and fame – stories of squirrel-riding like no kit had ever heard before. She would tame it. They would run together through the tree-tops. Fringekit, the Warrior of the Sky. She could hear the name now, echoed in the voice of Minkstar and all her clanmates.
Oh, they would cheer for her. And Aspenkit. She could probably teach him to ride a squirrel too. He was nervous, yes, but ya know squirrels are apparently nervous animals too (she had seen them alive once or twice when she had peaked her head out from behind the waterfall before – much to the chagrin of her mother, who would drag her by the scruff back to the nursery). Maybe Aspenkit and squirrels would get along.
“Let’s go!’ Fringekit squeaked, bounding forward another few pawsteps before her fantasizing was suddenly interrupted.
“Nimbuskit!” The small she-cat’s bright blue eyes shone with unfettered joy as she saw her brother emerge from the bushes. The gray tabby tom was the most level-headed of the bunch, and Fringekit oscillated in between finding that annoying and being super impressed by him. “I’m so happy you’re here!”
His comment about them going on an adventure without him was completely forgotten. Fringekit didn’t want to talk about it. He was here now, and that’s all that mattered. Fringekit hadn’t left him behind on purpose, of course. She just hadn’t been thinking about it. The kit was too impulsive for her own good. She acted first and thought later.
“We’re looking for squirrels.”
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 22, 2021 10:17:04 GMT -5
 camp;
with cricketpaw;
Meteorpaw was ducking behind a rock. He didn’t want Minkstar to see him – he, frankly, didn’t want to go on a patrol at all. He was already set on going on an adventure with Cricketpaw. Despite the fact that he was shaping up to be a skilled fighter (which happened sort of naturally when you were of Meteorpaw’s size), he wasn’t fond of it. Not anymore. Not incessantly. Minkstar had encouraged the mentors to be harsher in their training and despite that Bloomingpath was not a psycho, some of the other mentors… might be. They could be harsh. Meteorpaw wasn’t here for it.
“You ready to go now?”, the silver tabby tom meowed, smiling, over at Cricketpaw.
He looked over towards where Icysky was accosting Mysticfeather. He hopped this wouldn’t be another rock in their path. He just wanted to go for a nice walk, ok?
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 22, 2021 10:25:40 GMT -5
[ Creating a chat page rn so we can plot c: (if anyone has a preference for it to be a DM vs. a public chat let met know and we can migrate! Also - Frost - I'm so down for Shadedspeck to be Starlingcaw's mate)
LINK : CLICK HERE]
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jan 22, 2021 11:36:55 GMT -5
 Mysticfeather
[50 Moons][Medicine-Cat][Molly]
Where. - - Her Den.
With - -Icysky—Meteorpaw & Cricketpaw.
[𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ & Copperstar☂ & willowflower]
Forcing herself to hold back the disgust that welled up in her stomach, Mysticfeather turned her attention to Icysky as the frantic mother approached her. She gave a soft snort as she turned her attention to the blubbering Queen. After the white and Gray patched molly finally finished her anxious sentence, the medicine cat finally answered her.
“Trust me, Icysky. If those kits had made it to my den, I would have gave them a fright of their lives. They would’ve been back to your nest before you could say mouse.”
Oh. How she despised kits the most. Curious. Nosey. Annoying little critters. Always getting under everyone’s paws. Poking their noses where they don’t belong. Getting into things they had no business getting into.
Yet. That wasn’t the reason Mysticfeather wanted to sink her claws into any kit that came to be.
A prophecy. A warning to her. That a set of kits would be the end of her. Would destroy her and her plans before she could finish the job. Though, it didn’t give her any idea of who any of the kits where.
If only she could make each and every kit disappear.
Just to be safe.
Just to be sure.
By the powers of the dark forest.
Maybe she had gotten lucky and Icysky’s filthy kittens had found their way off a rocky slope. Fallen into the depths of the river. Been snatched by a predator.
Less work for her to have to do.
After clearing her thoughts, the molly got to her paws and gave the Queen an icy nod. She pushed past her and headed towards where Meteorpaw and Cricketpaw were chattering. Waving her tail in farewell to Icysky.
“I have to go out collecting herbs. I’ll surely keep an eye out for them. Okay.? I suggest informing the patrols so they can look out for them as well.”
With that, she moved up behind the two apprentices, speaking over them. Her tone was empty, no emotion to her face. “I believe I would like to join you two. Another mouth to carry back herbs. Come. Let us be going.”
Without a second though, the molly headed swiftly towards the entrance of camp, not even waiting to see if the two would follow.
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Post by Copperstar☂ on Jan 22, 2021 12:22:43 GMT -5
Cricketpaw jumped in surprise as her mentor spoke to her. "Oh, Ok! Come on Meteorpaw!" She meowed cheerfully as she ran after Mysticfeather. "Why'd you wanna come with us Mysticfeather? Shouldn't you be in camp in case anyone gets injured? Or sick?" She flicked her ears with curiosity as she made sure that Meteorpaw was with them.
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Post by willowflower on Jan 22, 2021 14:50:45 GMT -5
Icysky
in camp || with the Moon River patrol
Well, time to lose all hope of finding her kits in the safety of camp. "Honestly!" Icysky huffed after Mysticfeather, lashing her tail. "You'd think a little sympathy would be in order!" She could only guess what had gotten into that medicine cat, that the most recent events had hit harder than Mysticfeather would like to let on. Mysticfeather really withdrew after that fateful day, after all, though Icysky couldn't pinpoint the exact reason: was Darkfeather's betrayal, or his untimely death?
Icysky wished she could talk about Darkfeather. Mourn him properly. But alas, she was a trapped in a clan with a rigid power structure and a leader with a plan Icysky had little desire for and too much stake in. What was she to do, if war broke out between Creekclan and Rigidclan? What was she and Falconscreech to do?
"I need to talk to him," she whispered, and with a nod she hurried over towards the patrol heading down Moon River, with Mudwhisker, Ambersap, Runningstorm, and Ghostpaw.
"You four!" Icysky said, striding over to them with purpose. "Don't mind me, I'll be joining your patrol for a bit! I need to find my wayward kits, after all!" She waved a tail over towards the nearby hunting patrol. "And if you lot could keep an eye out for Fringekit, Aspenkit, and Nimbuskit, that would be superb, thank you! Also I am just barely containing my fear and panic so if we could get a move on soon that would be lovely!"
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Jan 22, 2021 15:10:21 GMT -5
 camp
with runningstorm "D-delicious," he stammered before sliding the vole back to her paws. Ambersap, who had been busy envisioning herself thundering through the forest, paused mid-bite to eye the tom. She studied him for a moment, trying to work out the reason for his awkwardness. Did she have moss in her fur? Did they have an argument she was forgetting? Being the she-cat she was, she was blind to the simplicity of the truth: Runningstorm's feelings had nothing to do with her, and she was just the type of cat to bring out the awkwardness tenfold. The best solution would have been to ignore the clumsiness. Unfortunately, this did not occur to her. She took a bite of her breakfast.
"What's up with you today?" she asked, still chewing. She batted at him with her paws, trying to shake him out of what she assumed was a bad mood. "You're acting like you saw a fox."
Thankfully Minkstar saved them from continuing the conversation. The marbled she-cat ascended to make her announcement, and a quiet immediately fell over the camp. The gathered cats anxiously awaited their assignments for the day. Ambersap hurriedly took another few bites of the vole then silently pushed the rest over to her companion. When they were assigned to the same patrol, Ambersap's eyes brightened. The whole part about "license to kill" and "being careful" fell on deaf ears. She was simply excited to get out for the day. She wasn't particularly afraid of rogues, traitors, or Ridgeclan cats. She was an oblivious soldier, if not a completely faithful one.
When Minkstar had finished her announcements, Ambersap was already on her paws, scanning the surrounding area for the rest of their patrol. At the same time, the queen Icysky came bounding up to meet them. "You four!" she exclaimed "Don't mind me, I'll be joining your patrol for a bit! I need to find my wayward kits!" Missing kits? Ambersap's ears flicked forward. "And if you lot could keep an eye out for Fringekit, Aspenkit, and Nimbuskit, that would be superb, thank you! Also I am just barely containing my fear and panic so if we could get a move on soon that would be lovely!"
"Don't worry, Icysky," Ambersap assured the queen as she led the way toward the cave exit. "I'm sure your kits stayed close to camp. It shouldn't take us long to find them."
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jan 22, 2021 16:16:03 GMT -5
R U N N I N G S T O R M
in camp, accompanied by ambersap and icysky
What was up with him? A better question to ask would be, 'what wasn't up with him?' Currently, however, he had to say that it was the paws in his face that bothered him the most, and he was careful to avoid them with another laugh-that-wasn't, and a cough when he accidentally choked on his own spit. He held his breath when Minkstar spoke, however. 'Runningstorm,' He hated hearing his name leave her mouth. It made the urge to cough even worse, like his body wanted to rid itself of the very air they breathed together—or, maybe that was just the choking. Still, his ears burned red as the pressure in his chest continued to build, and it was only after the dappled leader had disappeared from the high-ledge that he opened his jaws and gasped. A boarder patrol, he thought with some nervousness. Truthfully, he hadn't been on very many of them, as of late. He'd avoided Hawkflight's attention easily enough, but it seemed that Minkstar was as perceptive as ever—more-so even, than she had been three moons ago. He supposed that that was understandable, though it to no convenience of his own. It wasn't as if he'd been doing nothing, in the meantime. To make up for his absence, he'd focused on hunting, and had done plenty of it. By now, he was sure that he'd caught one of every animal that lived in their forest. At the end of the day, however, he just... didn't want to near the boarder. It didn't feel as sound as it used to—as safe... but it wasn't as if they were really going to the boarder, right? It was the Moon River! Though, the mention of rogues was... worrisome... Ah, but there were more important things to worry about! Icywind, for example. When the queen approached, he was careful sit up straight and stifle the rest of his coughing. He could see that she meant business, and at the mention of her kits, he couldn't help but blink his eyes in alarm. He also couldn't stop himself from looking around the camp, as if Icywind hadn't already done that, and he felt stupid for doing so not long afterwards. He decided that it was best just to agree with Ambersap, so he nodded his head eagerly in response. "Ambersap's right. Their legs are still short," he assured, while wobbling one of his own awkwardly long limbs in front of him. "They're, uh... probably not far...!" Somehow, that... doesn't sound as comforting as I meant it to...
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jan 22, 2021 16:47:27 GMT -5
B L O O M I N G P A T H
in camp, following minkstar
Try as he might, Bloomingpath just couldn't understand Minkstar. Even before she became their leader, there was something about her character that slipped between his claws, and refused to reveal to him what type of cat she was. He knew that she was... ambitious—that much was obvious—but, why?
Why another push for the boarder?
He couldn't help but wonder this as he stared up at the high-ledge. His nose was scrunched in thought, and a curious gleam reflected in the orange color of his eyes. It wasn't unusual for him to wear such an expression when he gazed up at the leader—or when he was faced with anything that confused him, really. He was easy to read in that way, and he always had been, which was probably why his mentor always knew when he was up to something. Still, he didn't think that that was a bad thing. He liked being open! Or transparent, or whatever you wanted to call it.
Regardless, it probably got him into trouble sometimes, and that was a lesson he had yet to learn.
Watching Minkstar return to her den, the large tom wasted not a moment before he followed in her wake. Unfortunately, he was some tail lengths behind her, so by the time he reached the mouth of her den, he imagined her having just curled up her nest once again. That's what he would have done, at least. Sometimes, he just hated waking up in the morning, but that was another conversation for another time.
"Minkstar," he meowed, drawing out the last syllables of her name. "Minkstar, it's me, Bloomingpath. I have a question."
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 22, 2021 18:47:45 GMT -5
near camp;
with mysticfeather and cricketpaw;
Suddenly Mysticfeather was accompanying them. A sprig of anxiety sprung up in Meteorpaw’s gut. He had very few past interactions with the CreekClan medicine cat. He wracked his memories for any meaningful conversation between them but could think of nothing. He wondered if she even remembered him. She did not seem particularly fond of kits – judging from her glares and her just-uttered dismiss of Icysky’s worries – so he doubted she recalled Meteorpaw’s stint in the medicine cat so many moons ago. He looked a lot different than he did, anyways. He was smaller then. Of course. He was a kit. But he was smaller, with emphasis; emphasis because Meteorpaw had grown to boulderesque heights even as a young apprentice. His paws were large and clumsy and apparently very dangerous. It was probably best for him to leave the herb-picking to the nimble-pawed medicine cats. He did not want to tear anything.
“I'm happy you’re joining us, Mysticfeather”, he chimed in.
Meteorpaw wasn’t sure what he should say. Mysticfeather would not care for apprentice gossip. Not that Meteorpaw was much of a gossip, but he had heard rumors about an ancient spirit roaming the woods (and by rumors, he means it was a story Starlingcaw told him that she made him promise he wouldn’t credit to her). Naturally, he was fixated on it.
Instead of talking he kept mum, waiting for someone else to set the topic. As the youngest cat by quite a bit, he felt awkward and out of place. This was his idea though, so he would push through his discomfort. Own your choices, or whatever his mom used to say.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 22, 2021 19:01:41 GMT -5
GHOSTPAW
In the few moments it took for Ghostpaw’s attention to shift from the apprentices’ den to Minkstar, and as he began to move closer to the leader’s position, he was bowled off his feet. He caught sight of a blur out of the corner of his eye, but before he could turn to face whatever it was, something slamming into his side, sending him toppling over and sliding a few feet away. In a flash, the white tom was back on his feet, multi-colored eyes flashing as he searched for whatever threat had infiltrated the clan’s camp. And then he caught sight of Robinpaw, giggling away, and he put the pieces together.
“Ha-HA!” the young she-cat cried, looking rather pleased with herself. Ghostpaw studied her for a moment, as if he was considering returning the favor, but Robinpaw was out of his reach, and he wasn’t quite in the mood for a mock battle. “Gotcha!” Robinpaw continued, prancing rather happily. If Ghostpaw had been a human, he would have been staring at her with a rather bemused expression, one eyebrow quirked upward, mouth twisted into a strange smile-slash-grimace. Instead, he was just watching her, one ear turned slightly backward, tail swishing back and forth silently. “What was my fierce hunting cry! I’ve been practicing. Whaddyou think? Did it work? Were you totally scared?” The she-cat puffed out her chest with pride. “I bet you were. It’s okay, you don’t have to admit it.”
“Indeed,” Ghostpaw responded wryly, voice dry with sarcasm. “I am practically quivering right out of my pelt.” He chuffed at her, but before he could say anything else Minkstar’s voice cut through the camp again.
“I will be arranging patrols this morning,” the leader began. Ghostpaw turned so that he kept Robinpaw in the corner of his view, but still faced Minkstar. He wasn’t keen on getting tackled again. “Earlier, I sent out Irisnose with the dawn patrol. They will be moving the CreekClan border further into the Lion’s Paw.” At this, an uncomfortable feeling rose within Ghostpaw; his stomach roiled silently, and he got a strange sensation behind his breastbone. Moving CreekClan’s border? That was asking for trouble. Still, he kept his jaws shut. Minkstar continued. “Retaking the land that Hollystar so shamefully gave away moons ago. For this reason, I want you all to be careful. I doubt the cowards in RidgeClan will react, but if they do we will drive them back. CreekClan is strong.”
No, Ghostpaw thought to himself as he glanced over the faces of his clan. CreekClan is fracturing apart.
“Mudwhisker, Ambersap, Runningstorm, and Ghostpaw – I want you to take a patrol up the Moon River towards the lake. Check for rogue scents or any hint of RidgeClan straying onto our lake territory. Owlwood, Cypressbark, and Robinpaw, you can take a hunting patrol to the east.”
With his assignment set, Ghostpaw turned to nod a goodbye to Robinpaw, flicking his tail. He turned and padded towards where his patrol was gathering, noting that Icysky had joined them, clearly distraught about something. Her kits had gone missing. Icysky was more or less demanding that she join their patrol, to search for the kits.
“Don’t worry, Icysky,” Ambersap told the queen. “I’m sure your kits stayed close to camp. It shouldn’t take us long to find them.”
“We’ll find them,” Ghostpaw echoed, trying to reassure the panicking queen. Her nervous energy was setting him on edge as well. Considering he was able to move practically silently, he figured it would be the smartest move to send him to find the kits. “If you search here, I’ll search further into the forest.”
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Post by Tealraven on Jan 22, 2021 19:20:30 GMT -5
RAVENSWOOP ridgeclan border | with Newtpatch & Irisnose
"Oh." Ravenswoop's tail drooped. "That's... not comforting." He padded obediently after Irisnose, sweeping his dark yellow gaze from side to side as they patrolled. Maybe Newtpatch was right and the pungent odor marking the current border was leftover from an earlier RidgeClan patrol. Maybe he was overreacting. Or maybe the other Clan cats were still here, lurking nearby, using the border markers to mask their scents. The markers were unusually strong today; they made it difficult to discern what was old and what was fresh. Stay alert, Ravenswoop.
He approached the border cautiously, jumping a little every time a leaf drifted down from the branches above. The noise of the river racing by covered up almost every other forest sound. Ravenswoop had always been a hesitant, unsure young cat, but this newfound skittishness was a recent development. He'd been on edge ever since... well... you know. The rebellion's most vocal supporters had either been killed or driven into exile. He knew they were still out there, somewhere, stubbornly hanging on despite their small numbers. He knew he should be reassured that there had been only a small group of Darkfeather's followers, but he was not; it just meant the loudest ones had been exposed and dealt with. How many yet remained was anyone's guess.
Ravenswoop glanced at Newtpatch. She seemed as unhappy to be here as he was. But what if she was pretending to be nervous about marking the border so he wouldn't suspect her? Was that her way of trying to gain his trust? By lulling him into a false sense of security? On his other side was Irisnose, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. What was she thinking about? Did she support Minkstar's decision to keep pushing farther and farther into RidgeClan territory, pawstep by pawstep? Why bother inviting trouble with their rival Clan when CreekClan was still reeling from internal strife of its own? What was Minkstar trying to accomplish?
"Hey, Irisnose?" He turned towards the molly, starting to ask a question about moving the border, when an apprentice-sized streak of orange fur suddenly hurtled out of the bushes on the RidgeClan side, yowling bloody murder.
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Post by willowflower on Jan 22, 2021 21:37:08 GMT -5
Icysky
outside of camp || with Ambersap, Runningstorm, and Ghostpaw
Icysky gave a short, grateful nod."In that case we should get a move on, the faster we find them the less of a chance for one of them to crack their head open on a rock," she said, urgency thick in her voice. If any cat or creature got their hands on her kits, she will pummel them to the ground. If any rock or waterfall got her kits hurt, well, she'll pummel them too. "Less reassuring, more searching," she said, paws restless as she whisked herself away down the mossy path. "Though I appreciate the sentiment. Ghostpaw, I'm all for it. I'm going to check the pool."
The soft rumble of the waterfall roared loud in Icysky's ears. She took in a deep breath of the brisk morning air before bellowing: "FRINGEKIT! ASPENKIT! NIMBUSKIT!" It better not be her imagination, that faint scent of Nimbuskit clinging to the path. She leapt down and padded swiftly along the edges of the pool into which the camp waterfall poured into. The bottom seemed to deepen before her very eyes, the water rapidly curling into white foam at the base of the waterfall. Icysky gazed down the winding river with poorly concealed despair. "I better see three kitten tails scurrying right over here this instant! Do you hear me!"
|| ᴏᴡʟ , ℊℓоω , 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 ||
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Post by willowflower on Jan 22, 2021 21:59:59 GMT -5
Owlwood in camp || with Cypressbark and Robinpaw
"Will do, my lovely Minkstar!" Owlwood chirped pleasantly, though their leader had already whisked herself away into her den, Bloomingpath not far behind. Luckily, with her back turned, Minkstar could not see their eye twitch, their smile stretch a bit too wide.
"Wow, did you hear that, friends?" they mewed, waving their tail over to their new hunting patrol mates. "I was finally granted my license to kill! Truly an honor to be bestowed, huh?" Owlwood turned towards Robinpaw. "You'll probably only get a permit, though. No killing unless you're with an approved guardian or warrior, right kiddo?"
They spun around. "Ah, but let's not worry about that for now, we're the hunting crew, aren't we? Let us tally-ho to our next adventure: food! I don't know about you, but I'm hungering for some vole!"
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Post by Vinedew on Jan 23, 2021 5:44:54 GMT -5
Mudwhisker
-with Ambersap, Runningstorm, Icysky, Ghostpaw-
Mudwhisker watched the queen hurry off in search of her kits. She was happy to be on what was supposed to be a simple patrol to the moon river, but now she felt sick with worry for the tiny kits. She hoped to Starclan they'd be alright. Enough of her clanmates had been lost under Darkfeather's rebellion, now was not the time to lose anymore.
"I'll head up through these trees," Mudwhisker flicked her tail towards a thick patch of pine trees. "And Ghostpaw you can take that area of the forest over there." She pointed her nose towards an area a little closer to where the moon river would be. "Maybe the kits wanted to practice their climbing or hunting some small prey." She nodded her head at Ambersap, Runningstorm, and Ghostpaw and turned towards the woods.
She slowly crept through the lush forest, ears pricked for sounds of tiny paws scratching through the undergrowth. The dense mud underfoot and layers of pine needles muffled much of the noise that would be made while walking through this area. Straining her ears as much as she could, the senior warrior could not hear any sounds of the kits.
She stopped in her tracks and opened her mouth to taste the fresh morning air. She was filled with scents of pine trees, dirt, water, a few different prey scents. Just normal forest smells, but no sign of kits anywhere.
There's no way they could've came this way and not left a single trace, Mudwhisker sighed to herself, stomach turning with worry. They must've headed in another direction. Hopefully we can catch up to them.
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Post by Vinedew on Jan 23, 2021 6:19:33 GMT -5
Aspenkit
-with Fringekit, Nimbuskit-
Aspenkit loved the feeling of the cool breeze blowing through his fur. Living in that cave behind the waterfall didn't allow for many breezes to pass through, and being here out in the open he felt an exhilaration he had never experienced. With Fringekit bouncing ahead in front, Aspenkit and Nimbuskit followed closely behind. He could see his sister darting from bush to bush, tree to tree, so excited to be out here she couldn't keep herself from smelling everything.
"Fringekit keep still a little bit!" he hurried forward and caught the she-cat before she could pounce on a pine needle that had been blowing in the breeze. "If you keep moving like this you're going to scare away all the prey. Robinpaw told me once that you have to be extra quiet because prey can hear everything. You can't ride a squirrel if they're too scared to come out." He finished chastising his sister by flicking her head with his tail. His understood her excitement, seeing as he was barely able to contain himself from seeing how high he could climb every tree they crossed, but they were on a mission.
Aspenkit signaled to Fringekit to follow his lead as he began slowly stepping forward. He gently placed his paws in front of him, loving the feeling of the dirt beneath. He only made it a few steps forward, though, before stepping on a twig and causing a loud snapping sound. At the sound he saw a flash of brown dash in front of him. It's body disappearing into a tiny hole at the base of a group of rocks. Aspenkit's blue eyes widened in surprise. The fact that there was prey that close to him and he didn't even notice was shocking. My senses are completely overwhelmed out here. I don't see how any cat can focus.
"Did you see that!" he spun his head to face Fringekit and Nimbuskit.
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Post by willowflower on Jan 24, 2021 19:29:37 GMT -5
Icysky outside camp || with Ghostpaw, Fringekit, Aspenkit, and Nimbuskit
Upon investigating the pool and determining that there were no bobbing heads in the water, Icysky had to take a moment to breathe. She could feel her gaze skipping across the ground, dashing to and fro in a desperate attempt at speed. But she was missing something because of it, she knew it - she'd already lost Nimbuskit's trail in her need to zip about the pool, her attention scattered like creek water breaking on the rocks. Icysky had barely comprehended Mudwhisker's orders, the warrior's voice distant behind her. Her panic only grew sharper, like the very air she breathed was slicing her lungs. She took a few flying leaps down the river, sweeping her head back and forth as if she could catch sight of her kits that way. Of course, gaining nothing, she had to trail to a stop, breathing hard, her blood roaring in her ears.
"Fringekit!" she yowled. Her stomach twisted tightly as she nosed along the grass. "Aspenkit? Nimbuskit!" The forest answered her in soft bird calls and gentle whispers of the wind. Not helpful. Icysky's claws dug into the ground in anxious frustration. This was not working - she was hurling herself down empty-headed desperation, the need to act and act quickly racing through her blood so fast she was, ironically, wasting time. She needed to think. And think quickly.
Where would they be? Icysky thought, turning around. Think! How long has it likely been since they've left? How far would they have gone? Where would they go? What would they want to do? It was agonizing, sitting there and reflecting, so Icysky kept walking, ears pricked and eyes straining. If she could still scent Nimbuskit by the pool, then they surely wandered by it not too long ago. Perhaps they've stopped or lingered in one place. Fringekit had adventure roiling in her veins - perhaps she'd journeyed off someplace exciting to climb, her brothers watching her back. Icysky could only hope all three of them were together.
Icysky tried to slow down, to listen harder, pay attention to marks and scuffles in the grass next to the meandering river. Still she zipped, darting from one scent to another. She caught Nimbuskit's trail again along the mossy rocks, and was swift in following it down the river only a short while before she caught definite scents of all three of her kits amongst the rocks, their mossy surfaces disturbed by tiny claws.
They had to be close. Icysky lifted her head and listened carefully for tiny mews in the trees as she stepped away from the river and into the undergrowth. There was a sharp snap, and an excited "Did you see that?" deep in the bushes.
The shaking relief in her bones was quickly swamped by the simmering rage that lied within her belly, and she silently crept through the undergrowth, paws skillfully landing in between branches and rocks. She could see them now, Aspenkit hopping excitedly about something with Fringekit and Nimbuskit. In a slow, methodical manner, Icysky loomed up behind Aspenkit, casting a shadow over him as she rose from a crouch back up to her full height.
"Aspenkit," Icysky said, her meow rumbling low and chilly in her chest. "Can you explain to me what you and your siblings are doing outside of camp?" She stared down each of her kits in turn. "Taking a nice walk, are we?"
Then, as if just remembering that there were other cats in search, Icysky turned her head and yowled, "I FOUND THEM!" Perhaps another cat will hear her call and help her reign in all three rascals.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 24, 2021 21:32:23 GMT -5
GHOSTPAW
Icysky seemed to be mollified slightly at the notion that numerous cats would be searching for her kits, but she still exuded a nervous energy. “In that case,” the queen stated, her words laced with a desperate urgency, “we should get a move on. The faster we find them the less of a chance for one of them to crack their head open on a rock.” The queen began down the path at a rather swift pace, before she paused, glancing back at Ghostpaw. “Ghostpaw, I’m all for it. I’m going to check the pool.” The white tom inclined his head in agreement, before he swung around and loped away from the group.
Despite his rather obvious coat color, the apprentice seemed to blend effortlessly into the forest around him. He moved silently, making barely a sound as his paws pressed into the soft earth with each step. He circled around the camp, heading to where he knew the nursery was located. He had a sneaking suspicion that the kits had snuck out through the back of a nursery, possibly through some small hole that no one noticed. Once he drew closer to that location, he slowed, taking the time to study the ground around the nursery. He opened his jaws to draw the scent deeper into his lungs, carefully sifting through the various notes until he found one – or three – that wasn’t supposed to be there. Fringekit.
The scent was fading, letting Ghostpaw know it was older. Fringekit had gotten out of the camp this way, but she hadn’t lingered long. Her scent mixed with the other two kits’, and the trail plowed further on into the forest. With a roll of his eyes, Ghostpaw set himself to gave chase. He followed the kits’ trail, noting the strewn leaves or broken twigs that the kits had trampled over in their journey, probably from excitement. Ghostpaw himself was only eight moons; he still remembered his eager kit days, where he was more than ready to launch into the life of a warrior. With each passing moment, the trail grew stronger, indicating that he was drawing closer to where the kits were.
And then he heard a tiny voice cut through the forest, following a loud snap of wood. “Did you see that?” the little voice said; Ghostpaw slowed, watching the nearby bushes to try and find the source of the voice. He needn’t have bothered, because another voice – one that was much older, and much angrier – followed shortly thereafter.
“Aspenkit,” Icysky said; her voice was low and as cold as her name. “Can you explain to me what you and your siblings are doing outside of camp? Taking a nice walk, are we?”
Ghostpaw winced internally at the tone of her voice. To say she was angry was an understatement.
“I FOUND THEM!” Icysky suddenly cried, startling the white tom, who winced externally in pain. He flattened his ears at the sudden noise. With a shake of his head, the tom prowled forward, weaving through the bushes to where Icysky and her kits were.
“So you have,” he intoned. “And in one piece, too.” He studied each of the kits in turn, his strange, multi-colored eyes seeming to peer into their very souls for the moment that his gaze lingered upon them.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jan 25, 2021 6:15:22 GMT -5
(Will be on tonight, possibly and get responses up. If not tonight, I will be on most of the day Tuesday and Wednesday!)
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jan 25, 2021 22:49:31 GMT -5
Mysticfeather
[50 Moons][Medicine-Cat][Molly]
Where. - - Her Den.
With - -Meteorpaw & Cricketpaw.
[𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ & Copperstar☂ ]
Oh, how she would just love to swat her apprentice over the head with a heavy swing.
No.
Better yet.
How she would like to slice her thick claws right through the younger molly's throat.
How easy it would be for her. The apprentice was taught very little fighting skills.
Mysticfeather herself had been taught the very dangerous and killing moved by her dead lover.
Most nights she spent planning in her dreams, the dark forest wreathing around her, fighting moves were taught and worked on as well.
Darkened tan eyes turned on her tan apprentice. She fixed Cricketpaw with a stern look, tail lashing behind her. "Is it not appropriate for me to come out of the camp, Cricketpaw.? I am your mentor after all. I do not need you to wonder why I am leaving the camp. If you are so very worried about clanmates falling ill or getting injured, you can stay at camp. If not, keep your maw shut and lets go get our herbs. "
Whipping her gaze to Meteorpaw, she scoffed slightly at the apprentice as he chimed in. After realizing what had left his maw, she gave a curt nod and spoke up. "At least one apprentice knows to greet their elder with respect and not question their motives. Maybe I want to see how your herb gathering skills are coming along. After all. You are getting closer to getting your name, Cricketpaw."
As those words left the white molly's mouth, she felt a lump in her throat. One of disgust and annoyance. The thought of giving her apprentice a full name and title of a medicine cat, made her cringe. She had to keep her an apprentice long enough to get her revenge. To get her claws into Minkstar's throat.
Tail waving, she gave a short tug of her head in a signal for Cricketpaw and Meteorpaw to take the lead. She would simply trail behind. Let them collect herbs and she would gather what she thought they might need as well on her own. "Take the lead, Cricketpaw."
OOC: After you two respond, I'll get up a fun post of her getting the idea in her head of how to do her first kill!
Also, 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ I made more characters for both the clans. I don't know if you saw them. |
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Post by Copperstar☂ on Jan 26, 2021 10:54:54 GMT -5
Cricketpaw let out a squeak of surprise as her mentor snapped at her. Her tail drooped as Mysticfeather turned to Meteorpaw, but then she picked her head up excitedly as Mysticfeather mentioned giving Cricketpaw her full name. "Really! I wonder what my full medicine cat name will be! I can't wait!" She meowed excitedly. Cricketpaw bounded ahead when Mysticfeather told her to. She found herself heading towards the lake. "Come on Meteorpaw, maybe we can find some watermint while we're over here!" She meowed as she bounded in the direction of the lake, flicking her tail happily.
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Post by Vinedew on Jan 27, 2021 20:14:29 GMT -5
Newtpatch -with Ravenswoop and Irisnose-
Newtpatch nearly jumped out of her fur, her yellows eyes widening in shock, then narrowing in anger. She glared at the smaller orange she-cat, pacing back and forth along the border line.
"Who are you? Why did you jump out at us like that?" Newtpatch tried smoothing down her fur, but kept her claws out, prepared for an attack. Her eyes shifted from the apprentice to the surrounding bushes. Are Ridgeclan seriously about to attack right now?
"My name is Hawkpaw. Not that it should matter to much to you all because you're all about to become worm food!" the she-cat lashed her tail side to side and flexed her claws. Her orange chest was puffed out proudly and her amber eyes shimmered with excitement. The apprentice couldn't have been more than 8 moons old, yet here she was trying to start a battle in the middle of a simple patrol.
"How dare you!" Newtpatch snarled. She took a step forward, eyes focused on the she-cat. "We haven't crossed the border or touched one blade of grass on Ridgeclan's side! There's no reason to act this way. Where is your-" Before she could finish her sentence a large tortoiseshell she-cat frantically emerged from the undergrowth.
"Hawkpaw!" the she-cat yowled in anger and marched towards the unruly apprentice. "Don't you ever run from me like that again. You need to think before you act!" She looked in fury at the apprentice-who had grown quiet and was now looking solely at her paws refusing to make eye contact-before turning to the Creekclan patrol and dipping her head. "I'm so terribly sorry for my mouse-brained apprentice. She ran away from me before I could see what was going on."
Oh, that's Thistlejaw, the Ridgelcan deputy, Newtpatch recognized the she-cat from previous gatherings. She was surprised someone like that could lose control of their apprentice so easily. She looked at her patrol members who were just as alert and suspicious as she was.
[ Tealraven, 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥]
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Post by Falconwing on Jan 31, 2021 18:59:33 GMT -5
(( hello everyone! )) Beartail Crouched dutifully at the camps entrance, positioned on a rock that jutted up and outwards just before the waterfall, the stocky tom continually scent checked the air. Not only was he sitting guard, but trying to possibly catch a scent of the missing kits. Though the roar of the waterfall made it almost impossible for him to hear much of anything, all of his other senses were on high alert. Every moment caught his eye, and through the dampness in the air he was able to identify the scents that were being carried by the breeze. Time seemed to go by slowly and worry for the young kits began to grow within Beartail. Hopefully they had been found by the others and were on their way back. Puffing a sigh the warrior patiently waited to catch sight of well.. anyone. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Lichenfrost Out on a solitary hunt Lichenfrost had just managed to catch a large crow. It had been no easy task, and not only did the crow she was after put up a fight but others from its flock had dive bombed the molly in desperate efforts to save their friend. Now the white and tabby warrior sat panting over her catch. "Never again!" She exclaimed to herself. "Crows are not EVER worth that much work" she grumbled and began to inspect her disheveled pelt. "Ah! And I bathed just before I left camp", she whined as she found her pelt to be a not so great state. There was no way she would go back to camp looking like this. Quickly she set to work on grooming her pelt. After giving herself a quick wash, and cleaning all the little cuts from her battle with the crows Lichenfrost finally felt confident enough in her appearance to be seen by just about anyone. Taking hold of her prize she did her best to lift it off the ground and began to awkwardly drag the large winged black bird back to camp. ●●●●●●●●●●●● (( Would all the exiles still be grouped together or did they all go their separate ways? 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ Just curious so I can start RPing with Hollowshade)) |
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Post by Tealraven on Feb 1, 2021 16:16:43 GMT -5
ROBINPAW in camp | joining a patrol with Owlwood & Cypressbark
Robinpaw was about to deliver a retort to Ghostpaw's dry comment when Minkstar began to speak. She curled her tail neatly around her white paws, though it kept tapping against the ground impatiently. She could hardly sit still through the leader's announcement. As soon as it was over and the cats around her began to disperse, she jumped back up again. "Looks like duty calls!" She declared cheerfully. "For you and me both. Catch you later, Ghostpaw!" She waved her tail in response to his nod goodbye and scampered across the cave to join her assigned patrol.
"Hey, Owlwood!" She called, trotting up to the white and brown tabby with her tail in the air.
"I was finally granted my license to kill! Truly an honor to be bestowed, huh?" Owlwood was saying as Robinpaw approached. "You'll probably only get a permit, though. No killing unless you're with an approved guardian or warrior, right kiddo?"
The apprentice flashed them a cheeky grin. "Only if you get caught!" She teased, the dark undercurrent to the warrior's words sailing over her head. She flexed her claws restlessly. "I know I'm not supposed to eat until I make sure the elders are fed, but shouldn't apprentices be the ones to eat first? You know, so we have energy to hunt and whatever?" She turned around and scanned the camp for the third member of their patrol, shifting eagerly from paw to paw. "I guess it's all about respecting your elders, so like, fair, but still. Kind of a bogus rule."
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Post by willowflower on Feb 3, 2021 16:45:37 GMT -5
Owlwood
in camp || with Robinpaw and Cypressbark
Owlwood's whiskers twitched in amusement. "True, true!" they said, chuckling. They walked with the apprentice towards the exit of the cave, tilting their head at Robinpaw's complaint about not getting to eat until the elders do. "Well now, think of when you get to an elder's age! Barely able to walk, can barely see through one eye, ticks camping in your fur - and then you look out in the morning and see all the apprentices and warriors feasting on prey that you can't catch yourself. Bet you as an elder would think, why do all the apprentices get to eat before I do? I'm older than them, goshdarnit!" They adopted what they thought an appropriate elder's voice would sound like. "Where's the respect?!" They added a little hunch to their shoulders and a little wobble to their walk to complete the impression.
"Ah, well, the older cats are the ones who make the rules, huh?" they said, returning to normal. Their thoughts danced back to Minkstar. "Wonder if all those rules are as wise as they say."
There was an itch beneath their pelt that they longed to scratch at, that left them restless and biting for action. After this hunting patrol, they needed to talk to Mysticfeather. But after. There was still time, after all. "Hey Robinpaw, how's your hunting?" they said, flexing their claws. "Want some fun tips and tricks?"
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