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Post by little blu ♥ on Nov 7, 2021 13:26:44 GMT -5
WELCOME Sky and I are back on our 1x1 clan ideas again. cx Please bear with us as we try and survive the jungle this time. So, anyway, this is our little thread and we're just hanging out, being our goofy selves. c: The usual, essentially. Reposting this because our old thread died to time. ;-; How typical, am I right? xD INDEX i. welcome, index
ii. about, territory, plots
iii. allegiances
xi. relationships, updates, character tracker
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Post by little blu ♥ on Nov 7, 2021 13:27:33 GMT -5
ABOUT Living in the jungle is no easy life. There are predators at every turn and safety is never a guarantee. Most nights you're lucky to go to sleep with a full stomach and a dry nest. RainClan has settled in these parts for generations. determined to tough it out in their jungle home. No challenge is too great for these fierce and mighty warriors... except maybe the Cursed Mountains that sit at the far edge of their territory. That area has brought nothing but death to the clan for years and it's forbidden to go near it, even for the bravest of warriors. RainClan avoids the area like the plague. However... loggers are moving into the territory, beginning to encroach on the clans hunting grounds and destroying their home. Soon the clan might have no choice but to escape into the mountains... TERRITORY As mentioned, RainClan live in a large jungle, where it rains often and there's plenty of life. The area is mostly sheltered beneath incredibly tall trees, blocking a lot of the sun. Only in clearer areas can cats really sunbathe, or if one is daring enough to climb up into a tree. Thick, unforgiving undergrowth surrounds the cats at almost all times. There are ferns, bushes, vines, roots, and ivy all across the forest floor and even a few flowering plants. It takes skill to be able to navigate through the territory quickly and safely. There are many streams, pools, and two waterfalls within the clan territory, providing plenty of water and opportunities to catch fish. PLOTS - MAIN PLOT - Loggers are moving into the clan territory and tearing up our hunting grounds and destroying our home. How long will we be able to stay in the area with these dangerous two-legs and machines, while still facing the other dangers of the jungle? Will RainClan be forced from their home and up into the mountains?
- MINOR PLOT(S) - feel free to suggest, always open! <3
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Post by little blu ♥ on Nov 7, 2021 13:28:10 GMT -5
ALLEGIANCES Leader
Ebonystar - 38 moons. athletic, tall black tom with golden eyes.
Deputy
Leopardshine – 23 moons. beautiful golden-and-black spotted she-cat with green eyes.
Medicine Cat
Snakestrike – 38 moons. sleek, skinny black tom with a white underbelly and yellow eyes.
Medicine Cat Apprentice
Orchidpaw - 8 moons. lithe reddish brown she-cat with a white chest and green eyes.
Warriors
Morninghowl - 37 moons. ginger she-cat with a single black spot over her throat, green eyes.
Duskleap – 35 moons. massive pitch-black tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Scorchheart - 35 moons. scarred black tom with gray patches and amber eyes.
Risingmoon - 26 moons. muscular light golden tabby tom with white paws and gray eyes.
Dawnripple – 26 moons. slender ginger-and-gold she-cat with green eyes.
Quietbreeze - 23 moons. cream tabby she-cat with a white tail tip and light blue eyes.
Riverheart – 22 moons. pretty tortoiseshell-and-silver she-cat with blue eyes.
Batflight – 20 moons. large black-and-brown mottled tom with amber eyes and large ears.
Archfeather - 20 moons. pale brown tabby tom with a white chest and dark green eyes.
Fernpool – 12 moons. small dappled brown she-cat with pale gray eyes.
Apprentices
Frogpaw – 10 moons. cream and brown tabby tom with large paws and blue eyes.
Sandypaw - 10 moons. small soft tan she-cat white flecks with big blue eyes.
Antpaw – 8 moons. tiny black and white tom with green eyes.
Stormpaw - 8 moons. handsome dark gray and white tabby tom with blue eyes.
Pantherpaw – 6 moons. lithe pitch black she-cat with one blue and one amber eye.
Jaguarpaw - 6 moons. a golden bengal tom with black spotting and hazel-green eyes.
Queens
Willowcloud – 20 moons. dark brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes and white spots along her flank.
Kits
Shadekit - 1 moon. a brown and white dappled tom with russet rings around his tail and legs. blue eyes.
Marblekit - 1 moon. pretty marbled brown, russet, and golden she-cat with green eyes.
Elders
Piranhaface – 94 moons. Pale bluish elderly tom with snaggly teeth and pale amber eyes, one of which is blind.
Boaspring - 94 moons. calico dappled she-cat with intense orange eyes.
Mossbelly - 87 moons. black she-cat with a white stomach and dark green eyes.
Outsiders
none currently known.
StarClan
none of note yet.
Dark Forest
none of note yet.
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Post by little blu ♥ on Nov 7, 2021 13:30:22 GMT -5
RELATIONSHIPS FAMILY
Venomclaw + Dappledpelt = Piranhaface & Boaspring
Bananaleaf + Clearsong = Mossbelly, Seedflight, Opalcloud
Darkstalker + Littleowl = Ebonystar & Snakestrike | Fernpool, Barkpaw, Nightstep
Gingertalon + Leopardstrike = Morninghowl, Tinderstorm, Ashkit, Emberkit
Piranhaface + Mossbelly = Duskleap, Fallensun, & Scorchheart
Jaggedstreak + Boaspring = Risingmoon & Dawnripple
Palefur + Opalcloud = Leopardshine & Quietbreeze
Lemurjump + Silverfern = Riverheart
Tinderstorm + Bravestrike = Batflight, Willowcloud, & Archfeather
Scorchheart + Dawnripple = Frogpaw & Sandypaw
Cavefeather + Riverheart = Orchidpaw, Antpaw, & Stormpaw
Duskleap + Morninghowl = Pantherpaw, Jaguarpaw, & Sweetkit
Risingmoon + Willowcloud = Shadekit & Marblekit
Mentors & Apprentices Ebonystar mentors Frogpaw
Duskleap mentors Sandypaw
Morninghowl mentors Antpaw
Leopardshine mentors Stormpaw
Quietbreeze mentors Pantherpaw
Dawnripple mentors Jaguarpaw
Romance Piranhaface ♥ Mossbelly Scorchheart ♥ Dawnripple Duskleap ♥ Morninghowl Risingmoon ♥ Willowcloud
Ebonystar ↔ Leopardshine Fernpool → Archfeather Stormpaw → Pantherpaw Batflight → Sandypaw UPDATES - 11/7/21 - We're just starting out! <3
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CHARACTER TRACKER - Sky [ ~Skyblaze~ ] - Leopardshine, Snakestrike, Duskleap, Dawnripple, Riverheart, Batflight, Willowcloud, Frogpaw, Antpaw, Pantherpaw, Piranhaface
- Blu [ little blu ♥ ] - Ebonystar, Orchidpaw, Morninghowl, Scorchheart, Risingmoon, Quietbreeze, Archfeather, Sandypaw, Stormpaw, Jaguarpaw, Shadekit, Marblekit, Boaspring, Mossbelly
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Post by little blu ♥ on Nov 7, 2021 15:01:07 GMT -5
Ebonystar with Leopardshine & Shadekit
in camp
@ ~Skyblaze~ "Scaring him was never my intention," the black tom retorted easily, his golden eyes landing on the leopard-spotted shape of his deputy. He had the odd urge to stick his tongue out at her and he shook off that childish thought. "He's probably more scared by your lack of hunting skills. Two mice were all you could manage?" the leader taunted, flashing her an amused glance to take the sting out of his words. Their relationship consisted of a lot of teasing and good-natured ribbing, all in good fun. Ebonystar had made Leopardshine his deputy for a reason, there were few he trusted as implicitly as the golden molly.
Ah, the queen had gone out for a quick walk. He couldn't exactly blame Willowshade, he couldn't begin to imagine being cooped up in the nursery for a whole moon. There were plenty of warriors around during the mid-afternoon, so now was the perfect time for her to go out. Her kits would be safe. "Okay! Tanks!" the kitten purred, grabbing the mouse by the tail and dragging it into the nursery to share with his sister, the absence of his mother forgotten for the moment. To have the attention span of a kit.
"Well, that solves that problem," he muses aloud, turning to his deputy with a shake of his head. Ebonystar couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. He'd never been good at dealing with crying kits. "Should we ask Risingmoon to look after them? I think he's still around camp.." as he speaks, his gaze is already wandering across his clan-mates, searching for the fluffy golden coat of the younger tom.  Orchidpaw perked her ears as her mentor's words reached her, a bit of guilt settling in her chest. She shouldn't have fallen asleep when there was work to be done. Before she could rush out an apology, Snakestrike continued on about Ebonystar being like a sloth in his youth. The young molly couldn't help but imagine the leader hanging upside down in a tree, fast asleep. Chuckling under her breath, she padded over to sit next to her mentor, undeterred by his sarcastic wit and complaining. Her brothers often teased her about having the worst mentor in the clan - but Orchidpaw would always defend him fiercely. There were few cats - if any - that the ruddy she-cat respected more than her mentor.
"Slothstar has a good ring to it, no?" she joked as she settled down beside the dark-furred tom, accepting his offer to share with a small purr. "I am sorry for falling asleep. I trust you were able to hold the clan together while I napped?" Orchidpaw asked, peeking a glance at the tom with her soft green eyes. Part of her wanted to ask about her brother, who had been released back to the apprentice den but was still mostly nest bound. Though he wasn't the only one that was still recovering from the sickness, her personal devotion to her litter-mates made her vulnerable. Still, her constant worry would likely annoy the older tom so she wisely chose to keep her concern to herself.  The she-cat zipped through the undergrowth, silent as she slid under ferns and around wide patches of underbrush. Her blue gaze was latched on the falcon soaring low through the trees as she chased after its shadow, never falling too far behind. Her cream-colored pelt made it difficult to blend in at times but she had rolled in a bit of mud beforehand, to give her a bit of an edge. The warrior was so focused on her prey that she wasn't exactly watching where she was going, which of course resulted in a paw slipping on some loose mud. Quietbreeze let out a small mew of alarm as she went tumbling across the jungle floor, stopped by a raised tree root. "Oof." The she-cat gingerly sat up, wincing as she felt the soreness spread through her body, centering mostly on her back and legs.
As she tried to shake herself off, a familiar scent was carried on the wind towards her. One of her clan-mates? Quietbreeze peered around for the source, almost instantly spotting Duskleap's dark fur against the bright greenery. Embarrassment burned hot beneath her pelt and she ducked her head to lick at her chest fur. "Er, hi," she greeted, unsure what else to say really. The larger tom was intimidating and didn't have the greatest reputation within the clan. The only feline who really seemed to enjoy his company was his mate, Morninghowl. The poor ginger warrior was still trapped in the warrior's den, recovering from the illness that had spread through the clan like a wildfire. Both her parents had been lost pretty early on and they weren't the last. The clan had suffered a great loss.
"W-Were you heading back to camp?" Quietbreeze asked, noticing that he appeared to be turned in that direction. Now that she'd lost her falcon, she might as well return too. She was sure Leopardshine already had. Then again, her sister was deputy and had more important things to do than hunt around in the forest all afternoon. 
Scorchheart with Dawnripple
banana grove
@ ~Skyblaze~ "Of course they will. Our kits are becoming strong warriors like their mother," he replied, his amber gaze steady on hers. StarClan forbid those kittens to take after him in any way. For a long time, his biggest fear had been that Frogpaw or Sandypaw would inherit his temperament and antisocial nature - which he and his brother seem to share. To be honest, a lot of the trouble started when the toms lost their brother, Fallensun. Scorchheart thanked his lucky stars that his children seemed to take after their mother, making friends with the other apprentices and goofing off beside the apprentice's den. He and Duskleap had often played too rough to be allowed to join in with the other apprentices. Quite a few of his scars came from tussling and battle practice with his brother.
"I don't want them to inherit the violence that flows through my veins, Dawn," he growled quietly, pressing his cheek to the top of her head tightly. As though if he pressed close enough to Dawnripple his fear would cease to exist. While her scent did soothe him, the worry remained. Scorchheart felt the breeze flutter over his coat and took notice of how close they'd gotten to the border. The ripe, sweet scent of bananas had faded and the couple now stood startlingly close to the foot of the Cursed Mountains. As though an omen, a chill raced down his spine. "Horrid place," he grumbled, turning back to face the way they'd come, peeking at his mate out of the corner of his eyes.  The light tan pelt, for which she'd been named, almost seemed to glow pale gold in the sun as she stretched out her limbs carefully. The molly had slept a bit awkwardly the night before, wedged between Pantherpaw and her brother, and her legs and back were aching a bit as a result. Still, the little feline wouldn't let that slow her down. This is why she'd gotten up relatively early this morning and practiced her battle moves with Stormpaw. Then, of course, she'd volunteered to take care of the elders with Jaguarpaw and assist in reinforcing the dens. All in all, it had been a busy day for the small apprentice.
Her ears perked right up at the sound of Batflight's voice. She turned eagerly to greet her friend, flashing him a bright smile even as her spirits sank a bit. She shouldn't be surprised that Duskleap had handed her off to another warrior... again. While her mentor was distant and cold at the best of times, she longed for his approval and pride - partly because he was her kin.
Still, at least she got to spend time with Batflight, who'd never made her feel like a silly apprentice even if she was a bit younger than him. "Hunting sounds great, I haven't been out of camp yet today," she admitted, flicking her tail eagerly. She didn't mind helping with chores around the camp but being out in the jungle was where she loved to be. "Any certain prey we're aiming for?" she asked, padding towards the entrance at an easy pace.  The pale brown tabby tom lifted onto his hind legs, banana leaf clamped delicately in his jaws as he carefully tried to weave the leaf into the roof of the elder's den. He'd almost completed his task and worked diligently with Risingmoon, who stood on the other side. The amount of rain the clan received meant that the dens needed to be reinforced quite often due to water and wind damage. Working under the hot sun was less than appreciated. He had just lowered himself back down onto all four paws when the sound of his name rang in his ears. His head turned just in time to catch Fernpool stopping next to him. A small grin tilted his maw, dark green eyes flashing with interest. Anything was preferable to working endlessly in the heat, especially accompanying a pretty molly.
Laughter bubbled out of the tom as he padded after the small dappled she-cat, shaking his head at her taunts. "Why melt my fur off, when I can spend time melting your heart?" he teased, chuckling at the corniness of his own statement as they exited the camp, passing Sandypaw and his brother, Batflight, on their way out. "Checking out the two-leg camp, huh? Such a dangerous mission, I'm lucky to have you to protect me," he joked, nudging her shoulder with his own as he finally caught up to her, walking along at her side. Though he had to shorten his strides since Fernpool was much smaller than him, he didn't really mind all that much.  As soon as Frogpaw exited the den, the dark stormy gray tabby nearly ran right into him. His dark eyes lit up at the sight of his friend, a crooked grin tugging at his muzzle. Just the cat he'd been looking for! "Hey, finally you're awake!" he said, backing up a bit to give the older apprentice a bit of space to stretch out in the sun. It was certainly a warm day here in RainClan, with the sun blistering through the openings in the trees and reigning down on the camp. Stormpaw had thought it'd felt good at first but after a short while he'd desperately sought out some shade, seeking the comfort of the cool shadows.
"How did the midnight patrol go last night? I'm still upset Leopardshine wouldn't let me go," he grumbled, kicking at a small rock with his forepaw, sending it rolling through the grass. The gray tabby loved patrolling with his best friend, finding it much more interesting and even educational because Frogpaw would often give him little tips. Stormpaw was an adventurous, wild-hearted tom. His impulsiveness and ability to get himself into trouble were legendary within the clan. So spirited, many warriors found it odd, the admiration he felt for Frogpaw, who was much more responsible and level-headed.  Jaguarpaw was stretched out beside his sister, his tail twitching contentedly back and forth as he washed her shoulder fur. The nudge of the flying squirrel had the young tom pulling away and licking his lips, looking so much like the jungle cat for which he'd been named. He took his time finishing off the prey, in no rush. His green eyes flashed lazily around camp, acknowledging that his mentor was nowhere to be found. As a relatively new apprentice, it would be expected for the tom to be upset about this, but Jaguarpaw couldn't seem to make himself care. He'd learn from Dawnripple when she deemed it necessary. There was no hurry. Though it was easy to label the golden bengal lazy, the apprentice could be very active when the mood suited him. He was already shaping up to be a skilled hunter and some of the older apprentices had been impressed by how quickly he could strike and dodge during his first battle training. It was safe to say Jaguarpaw wasn't a feline to be underestimated.
The feeling of his sister's gaze on his pelt was intimately familiar. He always seemed to know when Pantherpaw was around or when she was seeking out his attention, without her having to say a single word. Shifting to face her, he took in her bi-colored eyes without flinching. The blue and gold were soothing, a sight more comforting than his mother's pelt. His sister spoke of monkey hunting and climbing, excitement and a purr in her voice. Warmth settled in his chest as he acknowledged his sister's eagerness to learn. "Definitely climbin' first. Gotta know how to reach the monkeys before you can catch 'em," he replied, a slight smile on his lips as he rested his head on his paws. He'd always been on the quieter side, due to some difficulties with his speech but he never hesitated to speak with Pantherpaw. "Dawnripple said somethin' about learnin' ta fish," he admitted after a moment, an almost thoughtful look in his hazel green eyes. Swimming was an enticing idea to the tom, who quite enjoyed the water and had from a young age. At least it would keep him cool in this awful heat. 
Boaspring with Mossbelly & Piranhaface
medicine den
@ ~Skyblaze~"I am not going to be kept away from my brother any longer, Mossbelly. He's stuck in that smelly old den without anyone to talk to! We'll be fine," the abundantly fluffy white and calico she-cat snapped, peering at her much more level-headed den-mate in annoyance. Boaspring adored her sister-in-law, under normal circumstances, but enough was enough. The stubborn elder marched out of the den and stormed right over to the medicine den, noting with satisfaction that Snakestrike and his apprentice were near the fresh-kill pile. Her old ears could just pick up the shuffle of paw steps, telling her that Mossbelly was right on her tail if only to keep her friend from getting into too much trouble.
"Boaspring... I really think we should wait until Snakestrike gives us the all-clear... I miss him just as much... if not more," the mostly black feline tried to reason with her, the pain in her voice only slowing down Boaspring's determined stride. She knew Mossbelly was taking the separation from Piranhaface hard, the poor thing barely slept or ate and worried herself to tears nearly every day. "We have to do this," the calico responded, her voice barely rasping. The sigh of defeat from behind her didn't bring the normal smirk to her face. There was nothing fun about winning this argument.
The two elders slipped inside the medicine den and instantly spotted their den-mate. "Piranhaface!" the two of them called, simultaneously. Mossbelly seemed to have lost most of her resistance to the idea at the sight of her mate curled up in his nest. "It's so good to see your face. You look better - don't look at me like that, you really do! You're going to get through this fine, I just know it. Especially since we have new kits in the nursery to tell stories to. Oh, you should see them, Piranhaface! Marblekit is so curious about the world and Shadekit is such a sweetheart..." Boasrping continues to babble onto her brother, almost as though she's afraid to stop. If she stops talking maybe he'll stop listening and just fade away. Meanwhile, Mossbelly is pressed tightly against the blue-gray tom's side, licking gently at his forehead and ears. |
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Nov 7, 2021 21:15:58 GMT -5
Leopardshine | Camp | Ebonystar & Risingmoon
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Leopardshine watched with a purr of amusement as the kit scampered away, his woes forgotten. She'd always liked kits, though having her own was not something that had often crossed her mind. She'd always been too focused on her goals. She watched Shadekit reach the nursery just to make sure, then she turned back to Ebonystar, emerald gaze warm. "Good idea. I'm sure he'd also appreciate a break from den building." She added playfully. Giving her friend a light flick on the flank with her tail-tip, she turned to where Risingmoon was working beside Archfeather.
"Hey, Risingmoon!" She called out, padding over to the tom. "If you've got a free minute, can you keep an eye on Shadekit and Marblekit? Willowcloud's out stretching her legs for a bit. Don't worry about this." She mewed jokingly, flicking her tail at the Elder's Den. "We'll make sure it gets done before Piranhaface is back to complain about the drafts." Maybe saying it out loud would will it to be true. Like all of the Clan, she was well aware of the elder's current situation, and hoped he would be back in the comfort of his own den soon.
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Snakestrike | Camp | Orchidpaw
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"I haven't lost a cat yet today. It's a new record." A wry smile twisted on the tom's face, belying the sense of humor that occasionally bubbled below his gruff exterior. He peered keenly at her, his yellow gaze noting her hesitation. It was clear she had something on her mind. The perceptive medicine cat had learned most of his apprentice's tells in the past two moons of working with her. Now, he had a pretty good idea of what was on the young she-cat's mind. "There's no change with Antpaw, by the way." He added casually. Family was one of the few things he had a soft spot for, and he could understand how he would feel if Ebonystar was in the same situation. "Though he spends so much of the day sleeping we may need to rename him Hedgehogpaw." He added. Though he was teasing, the excessive sleeping was a bit worrying. Rest was good, but the young apprentice should have the energy to fight this off while he was awake. He kept this worry to himself, however. No point in worrying Orchidpaw about it if it turned out to be nothing.
"I'm more worried about Piranhaface." He admitted, concern clouding his amber gaze. "He's been getting worse. And it's not even the sickness that's affecting him. He's just too old and frail to fight off what's left of the infection. I gave him some coltsfoot and juniper berries this morning, but he's not responding to it." His eyes gained a faraway look as he considered various remedies, then they focused as he quickly quizzed her, "Why did I give him that, by the way?" This was a good learning opportunity after all, and he liked keeping Orchidpaw on her toes. She was still a young apprentice, and had much to learn after all.
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Duskleap | Jungle | Quietbreeze
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The distinct sound of something crashing through the thick undergrowth raised the fur on Duskleap's neck, and he unsheathed his claws preemptively. If he had come across a big cat or wild boar, it was better to not be caught unawares. However, as the shape finally exploded from the ferns, he saw cream cat fur, and the scent of RainClan wafted over him. He watched as Quietbreeze half ran and half tumbled unceremoniously into the tree root, then put his claws away with an exasperated sigh. Why did he worry about boars when he had clanmates that made even more of a ruckus. He regarded her impassively as she turned to face him. "Quietbreeze." He meowed with the slightest incline of his head.
At her question, he made a show of looking around the scene, eyeing the trampled foliage and broken twigs. "Well, I'm certainly not hunting." He replied matter-of-factly. "Any prey in the area should be halfway to the Cursed Mountains by now. And it's probably best I leave the area before a jaguar comes to investigate." He was annoyed at the sudden bedlam, and just as Quietbreeze wasn't entirely sure what to say to him, Duskleap was feeling similarly reticent. Without another word, he whipped around in the direction of the camp and began to pad away, then stopped after a few pawsteps. "I'd recommend you do the same." He added curtly over his shoulder, before continuing on his way.
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Dawnripple | Banana Grove | Scorchheart
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Dawnripple turned her gaze back from the mountains towards her mate, pushing her nose into his fur. She knew that Scorchheart struggled with the demons of his past, and she wanted to do nothing but comfort him, to tell him that everything was okay. "You're a wonderful father." She mewed firmly. "And those kits adore you. I do, too. Even if you're the most difficult furball in the entire clan sometimes." She added playfully, running her tail-tip along his side. Dawnripple just got Scorchheart. She knew just how to reassure him enough without coming across as overbearing.
As Scorchheart began to walk away from the mountains, Dawnripple couldn't help but cast another glance up to the dark, twisting crags. She'd always had an adventurous side, especially as an apprentice, and the thought of travel had always appealed to her. Though she had settled down and started a family, a part of that wanderlust had never really left her. As such, she was one of the few cats in the Clan who weren't completely unnerved by the mountains that rose up like a great spine before them. She stood there a few moments longer, contemplating them, and then shaking her head slightly, she turned tail and hurried after her mate.
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Batflight | Camp | Sandypaw
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As Sandypaw stepped in beside him, Batflight felt his fur heat up slightly, and he forced the prickling fur along his neck to lie flat. To distract himself, he began to consider her question. "Why don't we go up to the hills?" He suggested. "We can find rats and pacas." The hills lay near the mountains and were heavily forested. Though they were a higher altitude than the rest of the territory, they were still not nearly as sheer as the mountains. They were also usually teeming with prey, and their location was usually avoided by the aquatic predators, and the big cats that preferred hunting larger prey. Plus, since it was mid-afternoon, the large constrictors that frequented the area would be hiding from the heat. They would emerge later in the night, once it was cool.
As they began to pad out into the forest, Batflight turned his gaze on his young companion. "Are you excited to be a warrior soon?" He asked as he padded leisurely, leaf litter crunching beneath his paws. Sandypaw and her brother only had a moon or two left in their training, and he knew that soon, Leopardshine would begin arranging assessments. It was only a matter of time before she would be joining her in the Warrior's Den. As aloof as Duskleap was, he was still a good technical mentor, and Sandypaw's training had progressed without any issues.
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Fernpool | Jungle | Archfeather
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Fernpool's pretty gray gaze filled with amusement at Archfeather's quips, alongside undisguised adoration as they padded side by side. The young warrior was so smitten that she was even willing to accept such cheesy quotes. "You're such a mousebrain!" She laughed, nudging him back as a purr welled inside of her. "Don't worry, if anything happens, I'll carry you out myself!" She added teasingly. She was delighted by his interest, and as the forest swallowed them up and away from the camp, she pressed closer to his side, allowing their pelts to brush against each other.
"And we're not barging headfirst into a twoleg camp." She mewed, whiskers twitching in amusement. "They've been cutting down the trees closer and closer to our territory, so Leopardshine wants me to go and see just how far they've gotten, to see if they're going to be a problem soon. With luck, the twolegs won't even know we're there. Unless of course, you decide to serenade them." She purred, flicking her tail against his as they pushed further into the forest. "Those howls of yours will probably send them running to the Cursed Mountain!"
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Frogpaw | Camp | Stormpaw
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Frogpaw's whiskers twitched in amusement at Stormpaw's excited energy, so early in the morning. Of course, it was only morning for him, he noted. For most cats, the sun had been high in the sky for a while now. Night duties always tended to mess with his sense of time the next day. "Hey, Stormpaw." He mewed as he stepped out into the sun. It felt nice to get a hot day with all the rain that usually seemed to settle in their territory, and he arched his back, allowing the warm rays to bounce off of his cream and white fur. He stood like that for a second, and then the heat was already scorching his back, and he shuffled quickly out of the direct rays.
When he'd found refuge from the heat, he turned to his denmate, letting out a purr of amusement. "You can't tell me you wanted to go on a nightfall patrol!" He laughed. "It was quiet, as usual." Quiet being relative, of course. RainClan territory's noise ranged from a symphony of gentle hoots and croaks to a cacophony of screeches and howls. "Ebonystar thinks a jaguar may be poking its nose a bit too close to camp. We scented it all around the Moss Basin. Hopefully it moves on before we have to do something about it." Jaguars were large and powerful predators, far too dangerous for a single warrior or even a regular patrol to handle alone. Driving away a jaguar usually involved half the Clan's warriors. "Pantherpaw wished you could come, too." He added slyly. He was well aware of his friend's affections for their newest denmate.
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Pantherpaw | Camp | Jaguarpaw
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"Unless I learn to fly, of course." Pantherpaw joked, purring at the thought of soaring above the lush jungle, fur brushing treetops as she snatched monkeys out of branches. Her whiskers twitched in amusement at the brief daydream, then her attention returned to Jaguarpaw at the mention of fishing. If she hadn't just eaten, she would have definitely been salivating. Fish was an important of RainClan diet, and the water by the shore, as well as the various rivers and streams crossing the jungle, were usually teeming with life, from the small but delicious angelfish to the large, brawny catfish that required hunters to work in pairs.
"Maybe you'll catch a piranha!" She mewed excitedly. Every RainClan was told from a kit to avoid the schools of shiny, blue little fish with red underbellies and sharp jutting jaws. The cats saw on a regular basis what happened to any misfortunate animal that had decided to wade in the river at the wrong time. Hunting piranhas were exceptionally dangerous and rarely done, as they were so small that a single piranha did not provide much of a mouthful, for how difficult it was to catch it. Of course, that didn't stop the more courageous - or foolhardy, perhaps - among them from trying.
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Piranhaface | Medicine Den | Boaspring & Mossbelly
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Two of the most familiar scents in his life wafted through the entrance of the den, and Piranhaface pricked his ears, slightly perpexed. Then, sure enough, his sister and mate padded into the den. "Boaspring! Mossbelly!" He croaked, voice rasping in surprised delight. "What are you two doing here? I still can't have visitors. What if I spread something?" He protesyed, his gaze pained as happiness at seeing them and worry for their well-being battled within his eyes. Nevertheless, he indulged Mossbelly a lick between the ears before shying away, unwilling to potentially infect her with anything.
"I am glad to see you." He added gratefully. It was so long since he'd spoken to a cat other than the medicine cats. "How are Duskleap and Scorchheart?" He asked, inquiring about his kits. "And Frogpaw, Sandypaw, Jaguarpaw, and Pantherpaw?" He was happy to have so much kin among the Clan, especially considering how difficult to get along with his kits were growing up. Somehow, they had both found mates who truly loved them. "I'll be thrilled to see them again." He mused. Though his voice was strong, especially after their arrival, his eyes were still glazed, showing just how weak and frail he was in his current condition. He didn't look capable of moving anywhere.
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