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Post by Tealraven on Jan 25, 2022 19:13:39 GMT -5
( great! quick question: since the medicine cat position is closed, could i say the med cat was killed by the tornado? i’m thinking of snagging the med cat apprentice and thought it would make for an interesting sideplot to rp a young apprentice way in over their head now that they’re unexpectedly the only healer for the clan. )
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 25, 2022 19:16:27 GMT -5
you sure can! mudfeather, the medicine cat, did indeed die in the tornado, and i also thought it would be a fun idea for a young apprentice to be suddenly thrusted into a full authoritative figure
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Post by Tealraven on Jan 25, 2022 19:46:16 GMT -5
( sounds good to me! c: )
sagepaw
spirited | compassionate | scatter-brained
a small, cinnamon-colored tabby molly with white paws and grey-green eyes
notes: 8 moons old, aro/ace
cinderfall
loyal | resilient | prickly
a solid-colored silvery-grey tom with light blue eyes
notes: 30 moons old, straight, severely injured left shoulder (struck by flying debris during tornado)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 25, 2022 19:48:24 GMT -5
adding!
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 25, 2022 19:53:11 GMT -5
i do need to go to bed soon-ish since i have work in the morning, but i've got pronghorn and cherry both open ^^
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Post by Tealraven on Jan 25, 2022 19:54:50 GMT -5
( alrighty! I'm now reading through the other posts to get caught up to speed. I'll throw out a starter or reply once my head decides to stop killing me. ah, the joy of migraines o.e )
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 25, 2022 19:55:50 GMT -5
oooof, migraines suck so much
definitely get some rest and take it easy, there's no rush here!
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Post by Tealraven on Jan 26, 2022 2:04:25 GMT -5
CINDERFALL prairieclan camp / with pronghornstar & cherrypaw
The first thing Cinderfall noticed was the throbbing pain in his left shoulder.
Ow. Ow. He was laying on his right side. Slowly, gingerly, he shifted himself into a half-upright position, muscles trembling with the effort. He turned his head to the left and winced as white-hot pain lanced up his foreleg and through his shoulder. Transferring his weight to his right foreleg, he let his head drop, a long, slow breath gusting from his mouth.
The second thing Cinderfall noticed was the motionless lump of fur beneath him.
The silvery-grey tom's breath caught in his throat. His eyes were tired, unfocused, but as he forced himself to look more closely, the fuzzy outlines of the body sharpened. Despair crashed over him. "Wheatpaw. Wheatpaw." Gently, he nosed the small, golden tabby's lifeless form. His fur was cool to the touch. "Oh, Wheatpaw, I'm so, so sorry." Cinderfall bowed his head for a moment. His eyes were hot with tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. But he couldn't cry; wouldn't let himself cry; not yet. There would be time to mourn later.
With difficulty, Cinderfall stood and glanced around. Because of his injury, his range of motion was limited, so he could only scan the surroundings to his immediate right. The camp was in ruins. Debris covered much of the ground and broken bodies were strewn haphazardly about. What happened? What could have caused such devastation? Cinderfall blinked, slowly, his thoughts sluggish with exhaustion. Right. The storm. The tornado. He'd flung himself on top of the young apprentice, trying to shield Wheatpaw from flying chunks of stone and thorn-sharp branches, but clearly, he'd been too late. His first apprentice, six moons young, dead. And it was all his fault.
A voice fell upon his ears, although it sounded strangely muted in his left ear. He swiveled his ears toward the sound. "Pronghornstar?" He meowed, his voice coming out in a dust-choked rasp. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Pronghornstar!" His voice was stronger now. Grimacing, Cinderfall struggled toward his leader, but his legs, especially his front left one, felt like jelly. Come on, legs. Move! Cinderfall had been blessed with an unusually high pain tolerance and a rather nonchalant attitude towards discomfort - a "stiff upper lip," if you would. But this - whatever had happened to his shoulder - was pushing him over the limit. Must've passed out from the pain, he thought. He set his jaw firmly in place, determined not to let it show on his face. He couldn't help Wheatpaw, but he might still be able to help his other Clanmates. He had to try.
SAGEPAW prairieclan camp / open (mentions mintpatch)
Sagepaw crawled out from beneath the gnarled roots she'd taken shelter under. She was still breathing fast, her heart still hammering painfully in her chest, her entire body still tight with fear, though the danger had long since passed. The tornado was gone. She was safe. Deep breaths, Sagepaw. In, out. It took several minutes, but eventually, finally, her breathing returned to normal and her muscles relaxed.
The little molly turned to inspect her temporary shelter. The tree, remarkably, was still standing. Its roots were twisted around a large boulder deeply set into the ground. When the wind had started to scream overhead and the dark, twisting shape of the tornado had appeared on the horizon, she'd squeezed herself into the space between the boulder and the roots, making herself as small as possible. In hindsight, it had not been a very smart hiding place; she was lucky the tornado had passed her by. Had it come any closer it would have ripped the tree out by its roots and flung it into the sky, taking her along with it.
"My herbs," she said deliriously, glancing around. "My herbs, where did I put my herbs? They were just here!" She paced back and forth, tail lashing as she scanned the ground for the small, soft leaves she'd gathered. Feverfew, for Mintpatch. Its flowers look similar to daisies. Has a tangy smell. Listing the medicinal properties of the herb forced her to focus on one thing, which helped her calm down. But her calm swiftly returned to panic when she couldn't find it. We were running low on herbs that treat fever. Mudfeather sent me out to find more while she stayed to monitor Mintpatch's condition. "Oh, Mudfeather is going to be so disappointed!" Sagepaw cried. Focus, Sagepaw!
If the tornado had struck the camp, she was going to need a lot more than Feverfew.
The medicine cat apprentice whirled around and bounded in the direction she'd last seen the tornado headed. Adrenaline spurred her to speeds she hadn't thought possible for a molly as small as her, but fear made her clumsy. She stumbled over a mishmash of unfamiliar debris - twoleg rubbish? - and lost her footing. Unbalanced, she pitched forward, jaw slamming into the ground. She tasted blood. Nothing a few raspberry leaves can't fix, she thought. She scrambled up and kept running.
The PrairieClan camp was so unrecognizable by the time she reached it that she almost passed it by. Sagepaw skidded down the slope and catapulted to a stop, sides heaving and eyes wide as she took in the devastation. "Oh no," she wailed. "What happened? What HAPPENED?" Her vision swam with tears, blurring the tattered landscape before her, so that she didn't immediately notice the few cats who were moving about the camp.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 26, 2022 5:47:12 GMT -5
[ I’ll get up replies after work ~ so in like
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Post by *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* on Jan 26, 2022 9:20:37 GMT -5
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Songdapple
Outside the territory
With Pancake (Feathertalon ) The tortoiseshell molly nodded as she and Pancake walked along the debris covered path. She was going back home, to find her Clan. What was left of them anyways. Songdapple frowned. PrairieClan used to be so lively and warm, full of closely knit cats that would do anything for one another.
"How many times have you met cats from my Clan?" Songdapple asked Pancake as the two padded on. She wanted to spark some sort of conversation to take her mind off things. She was a bit of a worrier, constantly worrying about what would happen next, this only made her anxieties worse.
Songdapple told herself not to worry and that she would be reunited with her Clanmates soon enough, even if there were only a few, there would still be some left.
She continued along the path, flicking back her tortoiseshell tail. »»————- ★ ————-««
Duskbramble
PrairieClan Camp
With Mintpatch and Indigothorn (Brownie ) "True, true," Duskbramble replied, not feeling like arguing with Indigothorn today. He hoped that Pronghornstar would get the idea to look for any missing Clanmates before anything else happened. "Are there any cats that're missing?" He asked, continuing to try supporting Mintpatch to the medicine cat's tunnel.
Duskbramble remembered seeing Whistlebreeze get swept up and thrown a few fox lengths away, surely she didn't survive that. He had seen Rainpaw's body along with many other Clanmates mixed up in the debris. It was only yesterday that the Clan was lively and not broken and shattered, but now, it felt like a lifetime. »»————- ★ ————-««
Sapphire
Twolegplace
Open The blue-gray molly slipped through the fences of twolegplace with ease, her slim and petite figure allowed her to get through things that a lot of house cats couldn't.
There had been a tornado recently, it had torn through the prairieland near a place where wild cats called themselves PrairieClan. Sapphire tended to stay away from cats like them, their lifestyle confused her, she didn't know why a bunch of cats would want to live out in the prairieland.
Sapphire was a loner, but she tended to stay around twolegplace, as far from the Clan cats as possible. She sniffed the air for any prey. All the scent was stale and old.
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Post by Brownie on Jan 26, 2022 15:25:16 GMT -5
- - - Dewstripe - A dark grey she-cat with lighter tabby markings and severe white spotting. Indigothorn's sister, Rainpaw's mother, died due to complications with the birth. - - - Indigothorn PrairieClan Camp -- Duskbramble, Mintpatch, Pronghornstar, Cherrypaw, Cinderfall
At last, Indigothorn spotted Pronghornstar and Cherrypaw. At least their leader didn't seem hurt, though he knew that if she had lost a life, StarClan would have healed the worst of the damage, but at least she was alive. He hoped the fact that there weren't any others in the clearing meant that she'd sent them out looking for survivors like Mintpatch-- he stopped on that and nearly tripped over a branch before he caught his footing again. Mintpatch could be a stubborn cat, he knew, since she'd been his sister's mentor, but he thought she'd rest if there had been others to sweep the camp.
Though they had found Duskbramble, and he had been lucky too. As they crossed the last bit of debris to get to Pronghornstar, he spotted Cinderfall as well: the tom's grey fur outlined atop a fallen tree branch. So three warriors, plus an apprentice, an elder, and Pronghornstar herself. Indigothorn decided that was enough for a good search and rescue party and didn't dwell on those cats he couldn't see; until he knew they were dead, he'd assume they were injured, trapped like Duskbramble was, or still unconscious like he had been before he'd been woken by Mintpatch's yowl.
"Reednose, Rainpaw, Emberstream and Sorrelsnap are all dead," Mintpatch reported, killing that hope in its tracks. So many. The ground spun for a moment. He tried not to look behind Pronghornstar, where he saw Hollypaw's ginger fur lying in a clump, keeping his eyes on Cherrypaw instead. A spike of anger punched through his gut and for a brief moment he wished it was Rainpaw that stood beside Pronghornstar, but he tried to quench that ember before it could take hold and flicked his eyes to the ground instead, his mud-filled claws squelching in a gross way that made the tomcat's hackles rise with distaste. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 26, 2022 15:48:18 GMT -5
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 26, 2022 16:21:19 GMT -5
Pronghornstar was starting to lose hope that she was going to find any more Clanmates. The despair drug at her paws, making her feel heavy and sluggish as she pulled her way through the debris, trying to make something of a path behind her for Mintpatch to use later. Every few pawsteps she managed she would call out for any cat who might be around, but the only responses she would get would be the soft breeze whistling through the clutter or a mumbling, sorrowful chitter from Cherrypaw. Though the ginger apprentice was keeping up with the leader well, albeit in a robotic, monotonous way, Pronghornstar could tell that his strength was fading and that his shock was getting worse. She wondered briefly if she should stop and let the tomcat rest, let him catch his breath, but she also knew that any moment wasted was another moment that she could find a Clanmate alive rather than dead.
The brown tabby managed to clear away more of the debris, yet there were no signs of any other cat. Underneath some of the metal that had been thrown into camp lay the broken corpse of a hawk that must have been flying too slowly, the tornado faster than its wings could carry. Pronghornstar couldn’t imagine how many other animals had suffered and lost their lives beyond the camp. It pained her, but she had to carry on. There was no time for sympathy. It was the time to act, not the time to feel.
Nudging Cherrypaw alongside her, the leader made it a few more steps before a broken, choked voice grabbed her attention. Sharply the leader turned around. She glanced across the wreckage, momentarily wondering if her mind had made up the voice before movement reassured her that she had actually heard a voice.
Hope flared in the molly’s chest. ”Cinderfall!” She called out to the warrior, leaving Cherrypaw’s side to bound toward the tom, instantly offering him support as she leaned into him. ”Let me help,” she murmured. Cinderfall was a stout warrior, a cat that Pronghornstar had never noticed falter. Even now he kept a sturdiness to him, but Pronghornstar could just make out the stiffness of pain biting into him. Between seeing him and Mintpatch, Pronghornstar couldn’t help but feel guilty that all her physical wounds had healed, but the price for them healing had been the loss of a life. Perhaps she hadn’t come out as fine as she thought, but again, this wasn’t the time for thought or feelings, this was the time for action. StarClan had blessed her with nine lives for a reason, and that was to help when her Clan was in shambles.
Just then another voice entered the molly’s ears. She looked over her shoulder, another spark of hoping rising when she noticed two warriors that she had yet to know the statuses of. ”Indigothorn, Duskbramble,” she breathed the toms’ names out in delight, but that delight didn’t last long, soon deflated by the grim news Indigothorn delivered.
Pronghornstar bowed her head. So many Clanmates…so many lives lost. ”Mudfeather didn’t make it either. And…” Her voice cracked, words trailing off before she could even get what she wanted to say out. Instead, she motioned her tail toward the limp body of Hollypaw that lay a few fox-lengths away. Her Clanmates would get the picture. ”I haven’t found signs of Sagepaw, or Hareleap,” the leader then added, shaking her head as she slowly raised her gaze back to her surviving Clanmates. There were so many others that had yet to be accounted for, and Pronghornstar could only hope that they had made it.
While still giving her support to Cinderfall, Pronghornstar began to assess the situation and the current conditions of the cats nearby - or at least, she tried to. It was the only thing keeping her from falling to grief. ”Indigothorn, Duskbramble, can the two of you continue searching for any other survivors? I’m going to take everybody else outside camp.” While she left it unspoken, it was clear what she meant - the others were too injured or weakened to continue searching, and Pronghornstar wanted to see to it that they found somewhere a bit less broken to rest. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 26, 2022 16:23:04 GMT -5
 Pancake -- *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•*
songdapple
While Pancake could have easily remained quiet on their trek through the terror, he was also rather glad for the conversation. He could tell that Songdapple wanted to distract herself, and who could blame her? She had gone through something terrible, had possibly lost countless friends and family. No cat would want to stay locked up in those thoughts. If Pancake were in her position, he’d want to keep his mind from straying down a dark path, too.
Pondering on her question, Pancake thought over all the times he had ran into her Clanmates, whether it be a brief passing, or conversation had actually come out of the encounter. ”A few times,” he replied slowly, thoughtfully. ”Can’t quite give an exact number, but it was enough for me to learn a little bit about your ways, but not too many times that I could give you the name of every cat you know.” As he had stated before, he knew of Reednose, and he knew a few of the Clan’s ranks, but beyond that, he was about as clueless as a baby bird. ”Odd that I never saw you before, though,” he added, glancing over toward the tortoiseshell momentarily. There was the chance that he had seen her before, but no memory had lingered.
Just as he was waiting for the molly’s response, a glimpse of brown atop some rubble caught his attention; it was too bright to be mud, and too stiff to be a leaf or grass. He slowed his pace marginally, apprehensive as he walked closer, only stopping once he was a fox-length away, finally registering what the brown lump was.
Pancake’s throat went dry.
He knew he was bound to eventually run into this, but it was different from thinking about it than actually experiencing it.
Subconsciously he moved his body between the corpse and Songdapple, trying to shield her from the sight.
Mangled up in a torturous tangle of debris was a light brown tabby. The cat’s jaws were hinged open, a soundless scream left forever on their face. Their fur was matted with mud and blood, long limbs splayed out in directions that a cat’s limbs should never be in. It was clear that the cat had been viciously flung, thrown around like a ragdoll in the raging winds. Pancake closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath. ”I’m sorry…” This was more than likely one of Songdapple’s Clanmates. If seeing this made him feel this hollow inside, then he couldn’t even begin to imagine how this made his companion feel. |
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Post by Tealraven on Jan 26, 2022 20:56:39 GMT -5
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wheatpaw - small golden tabby tom with amber eyes; deceased. formerly mentored by cinderfall.
- - - CINDERFALL prairieclan camp / with pronghornstar, cherrypaw, duskbramble, indigothorn, & mintpatch
Before Cinderfall could protest, warm fur pressed into his flank and he was enveloped in the familiar scent of his leader. She had leapt to his side with astonishing swiftness. Or maybe it was just him who was moving in slow motion. Relief swept through him as she offered her support. Good. Pronghornstar was alive. She would guide the Clan through this catastrophe. He knew he could trust her to make the right decisions. He swayed slightly on his feet, reluctant to lean too heavily against the molly, not wanting to appear weakened.
He could hardly turn his head as three other cats joined them. He identified them by scent as Indigothorn, Duskbramble, and Mintpatch a heartbeat before Pronghornstar called their names. He acknowledged them each with a nod, then dipped his head wearily at Mintpatch's sad news. His heart sank further when Pronghornstar gestured to Hollypaw's corpse not far away. "Wheatpaw has been taken from us, as well," Cinderfall added. "He is in StarClan's paws now." So many apprentices had been snatched away from them. So many young lives that had only just begun cut short. It hardly seemed fair.
He watched sullenly as Indigothorn and Duskbramble moved away to sweep the camp for survivors. He wished he could go with them. He should be able to go with them. He knew he wouldn't be able to rest until every one of his Clanmates had been accounted for. But he was no fool; he also knew he was in no shape to continue the search. First he'd failed his apprentice, and now he couldn't even look for the others. His fur prickled with shame as Pronghornstar guided him out of the camp.
"So, Mudfeather is dead," Cinderfall said. His light blue eyes darkened. "Our medicine cat. If we cannot find Sagepaw, then...?" A broken Clan with no healers: it was a horrifying thought, but completely plausible, and they needed to start constructing a contingency plan if they were to survive this calamity. At least it would give him something else to focus on. The question was directed at Pronghornstar, though he did not look at her as he spoke.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 26, 2022 21:42:26 GMT -5
Yet again Pronghornstar felt her heart sink further down when she was told of yet another causality. Wheatpaw had only recently been named an apprentice, given to Cinderfall to train and nurture into a warrior. Pronghornstar clearly remembered the day she had named the young tom a ‘paw, how the Clan had gathered and welcomed him as a full fledged warrior in training. That had been a day that filled Pronghornstar with pride for her Clan. They had been growing strong. Young cats were making their way in life, creating their own paths and following out their own dreams. Now all of that had been crushed, taken away from them. Cherrypaw seemed to be the only apprentice the Clan had left, and in his current state it was hard to imagine him as the lively, feisty cat he was.
If StarClan was kind to them, Indigothorn and Duskbramble would return with more of their Clanmates in tow. Toadpool was unaccounted for, as was Songdapple. Perhaps they would be found amongst the rubble, and as harsh as it sounded, the PrairieClan leader wished for them to only be injured rather than just another corpse being added to the death count. Best case scenario would be that they weren’t harmed at all, but that was unlikely. Even the cats who had managed to get by with only scrapes were surely shaken to the core, and that could prove just as deadly as a physical wound.
Her thoughts of herbs seemed to have rubbed off onto Cinderfall as he brought up the chilling possibility that they were left with no healers. Pronghornstar tensed, yet she persisted onward, helping Cinderfall forward through the detritus all the while leading the others she had assigned to stay with her. ”StarClan willing Sagepaw is okay.” She was young, not even having experienced three seasons as of yet, but she had had two moons of training under the gentle guidance of Mudfeather, and that was more training than any average warrior ever received in a lifetime. Most warriors knew cobweb stopped bleeding, poppy seeds helped with sleep, and catmint cleared coughs, but that was about as far as the typical warrior’s knowledge went, and that was only knowing usages, that didn’t account for knowing where the herbs were found. If they didn’t have a medicine cat, especially when every cat needed some sort of healing, then the storm could have a contender for most lives taken.
For as much as she didn’t want to think about Sagepaw having joined StarClan, Pronghornstar knew it was a viable outcome. She let out a sigh, the first sign of palpable defeat she had allowed herself to show. ”Perhaps I can try to speak with StarClan. If the Ancestor Tunnel didn’t cave in, then I can get in contact with our lost ones.” Getting into contact with Mudfeather through StarClan would surely give Pronghornstar more insight on what needed to be done in this worst case scenario. ”Though…we may have to figure out which of us knows the most about herbs and remedies, and whoever has the most knowledge will have to stand in as a temporary medicine cat until we have a proper one. That would take some time, though,” she pointed out forlornly. ”There are no kits, and even if we had kits, who's to say one would have the aptitude for healing? Then they’d have to be trained with no mentor to teach them.” It was disheartening to speak that aloud with Cinderfall, Mintpatch, and Cherrypaw around, but Pronghornstar knew there was no sense in beating around the bush, not when such disaster left no room for futzing.
”Another possibility is that we all teach each other what we know about healing. I’m sure we all know some basics, and some of us are bound to have different knowledge than others. You’ve probably picked up on it a bit, right, Mintpatch?” Pronghornstar turned her attention to the nearby elder; the retired warrior had been ill for some time, a regular client of Mudfeather’s. Surely she had memorized some of the poultices and remedies she was given from the now departed calico.
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Post by Brownie on Jan 26, 2022 22:10:18 GMT -5
- - - yo if anyone wants to start connecting some family trees and inter-relations I'm down. So far, I've just made Indigo a dead sister (Dewstripe) and her kit/his nephew (Rainpaw) but both are dead so.
Indigo is open to having another littermate (or older sib but not littermate). Rn I have him as bisexual-leaning-gay and though I don't think (?) he'd have any long standing relationships to date, he's totally open to having crushes or maybe a short-term-ex or something lmao
Mintpatch can have any sort of relations too! She can have some grandkids or be a great aunt or w/e. I was kinda thinking Cherry/Holly would have had Sorrel/Ember side blood for their orange coloring, though, and maybe Mintpatch would be more related to the tortoiseshell/greys side of the genetic tree. Up to yall! - - - Indigothorn PrairieClan Camp -- Duskbramble
He nodded at Pronghornstar at the dismissal, and the four others turned away, leaving him alone with Duskbramble and the deceased cats. Indigothorn hated leaving them all out in the open like that; it felt disrespectful not to lay their Clanmates to rest, but that would take time and energy that the living cats couldn't really spare at the moment, not if they wanted to survive. After all, it really was just he and Duskbramble that were physically fit enough to do the digging and moving, and with just the two of them, that task might take days.
At least they didn't have any queens and kits to worry about. Indigothorn counted down what cats they had found, both alive and dead. All the elders were accounted for as well; only Mintpatch had survived on that front, though without a medicine cat and a safe camp to rest in, he didn't know how well she'd be able to keep up, still recovering from illness as she was. And the apprentices. Sagepaw was missing. Indigothorn prayed to all StarClan that the young medicine cat apprentice had made it through the storm, even if she only had a few moons' worth of training.
She'd be their priority, then. Along with any warriors that were fit enough to walk on their own. He watched as the remainder of his Clan slipped over a broken tree --slowly, with their injured-- and out of sight. Indigothorn turned to Duskbramble then, his eyes stuttering as they hesitated over Hollypaw, and the tomcat took a deep breath to try and ground himself, even if that only brought the dark scent of decay deeper into his lungs; he feared if they were in camp much longer, the smell would root itself inside him and start growing there. "We should split up. Cover more ground," he finally said to the younger warrior. - - -
Mintpatch PrairieClan Camp -- Pronghornstar, Cherrypaw, Cinderfall
She listened to the conversation halfheartedly, working on recovering her strength. Mintpatch felt stronger than she had the last few days, even if the fever kept coming back, but her breath still rattled like a shivering kitten was curled up inside her lungs. They did need to leave camp, that she knew. Mintpatch hated leaving her home behind, but the broken clearing didn't even look like home anymore, not even in broad outlines. So when Pronghornstar lead the way, Mintpatch pulled her paws underneath her and followed.
Pronghornstar helped Cinderfall along --the tomcat's nasty wound should be looked at, if not by a medicine cat, then maybe by Mintpatch herself as soon as they stopped to rest. It wasn't as if the cream she-cat had any more knowledge of herbs than a warrior would, but she did have more moons under her belt than the others and had spent her fair share of time in the medicine cats' den (Frozentuft had called her "reckless" several times in her youth, with a distinct disapproving frown she remembered fondly) so perhaps she could at least try.
She worried about Cherrypaw too, who had yet to say or do a single thing since she'd seen him first thing that morning. Mintpatch wondered if she'd do more harm than good trying to interact with the apprentice; she knew it was shock, she'd seen that many times after battle or even, once, after a queen had finished kitting. She also knew there were herbs to help treat that, though shock wasn't one of the things she'd personally been treated for and so hadn't the faintest clue what medicines might help. Instead, she stuck close to his side, though even she knew she didn't look the least bit protective as she wheezed her way along. At least the company might help, at least a little bit.
Pronghornstar and Cinderfall had been talking, but Mintpatch mostly tuned it out. She already could hear the muted, desolate tones in both of their voices, knew the only thing they could discuss was the tragedy, and honestly, she didn't want to talk about that anymore, at least not until they had made sure everyone that was alive was safe. But then she heard Pronghornstar mention her name and she forced her head up and ears forward to try and catch the words. Something about healing. Mintpatch flicked her ears in agreement. "I've picked up some over the moons." |
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Post by *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* on Jan 26, 2022 22:13:12 GMT -5
(I’m going to get replies up in the morning, I have a lot to reply to 😅)
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Post by Brownie on Jan 26, 2022 22:13:26 GMT -5
[[ hey sniped me while I was working; I'll get a bit added onto Mintpatch in response (I already had her musing about medicine haha) ]]
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Post by Tealraven on Jan 26, 2022 22:27:25 GMT -5
( sagepaw could be a sib to cherry & holly! she has ginger coloring, too. any cats who have crushes on her would be one-sided as she is both aro-ace and completely clueless.
I have a hard time imagining cinder with siblings for some reason, but I suppose I could see him as a protective big bro. he's also available for romantic shenanigans. c:
I'll wait for Brownie to add onto Mintpatch's post before replying with Cinder.
Sagepaw is in camp having a breakdown so one of y'all could send somebody over to "find" her if you want ^^ )
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Post by Brownie on Jan 26, 2022 23:09:55 GMT -5
[[ I had the added bit up; just a little paragraph. And sure! *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* would you rather find Sagepaw or intercept Pancake/Songbreeze? Since those are the last two we need to "find" besides Toadpool's body ]] |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 27, 2022 3:33:30 GMT -5
[ im down for cherry/holly/sage siblings with ember/sorrel having been grandparents or something! I’ll get it added to the relationships eventually ^^
Romance wise, Cherry’s demi so romance with him would be a slow burn; Pronghorn’s bi and open for crushes or anything ^^
With Pancake I’m feeling like he’s ace, though could be demiromantic if anything
Also got my StarClan cats with openings for relationships, so Hareleap (gay), Reednose (gay), Mudfeather (demi), Turtlejaw (aro/ace), Sorrelsnap (mates with Emberstream), Hollypaw (lesbian) - also all open for familial relations as well ]
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Post by *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* on Jan 27, 2022 8:56:10 GMT -5
(I think we could intercept Pancake and Songdapple now!
In terms of relationships I'm thinking that Songdapple would be bi with a female lean, Duskbramble would be aro/ace and Sapphire would be lesbian or pansexual, for StarClan Whistlebreeze gives me lesbian vibes
I'm getting replies up soon)
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Post by *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* on Jan 27, 2022 11:11:35 GMT -5
»»————- ★ ————-««
Songdapple
Outside the territory
With Pancake (Feathertalon) They were approaching Clan territory, Songdapple felt a surge of hope again. She was going home. She would find her Clanmates.
Songdapple saw Pancake's expression and heard his apology. What was he apologizing for?
She took a few steps forward and to her horror saw the dead body of one of her Clanmates. Songdapple stared at the mangled brown corpse in horror.
"No." »»————- ★ ————-««
Duskbramble
PrarieClan Camp
With Indigothorn (Brownie) "You go find Sagepaw," Duskbramble meowed with a nod. "I can go and try to find any other missing Clanmates, I haven't seen Songdapple anywhere," Duskbramble was sure that everyone else was dead, but he hadn't seen the tortoiseshell molly's corpse anywhere, she could still be out there, alive and trying to find her way home.
Duskbramble sniffed the air for any scent, none. Hopefully, she was finding her way home.
Indigothorn better find Sagepaw. Now more than ever the Clan was in need of a medicine cat, if they couldn't find Sagepaw they would truly be helpless. (Getting better with these replies lmao but still a little slow) |
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Post by Tealraven on Jan 27, 2022 13:21:41 GMT -5
( replying! )
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Post by Tealraven on Jan 27, 2022 13:57:29 GMT -5
CINDERFALL prairieclan camp / with pronghornstar, cherrypaw, & mintpatch
Cinderfall kept his head in a neutral position as they maneuvered through the remnants of the camp. If he turned it too far to his left, pain shot through his shoulder and the place where his neck met the bone. He suspected it was broken. He was unable to look at it more closely. He stepped awkwardly around a pile of detritus, his eyes narrowed and his mouth a thin line, expressionless. He would not let this break him.
He swiveled his good ear toward Pronghornstar and nodded to show that he was listening. "StarClan willing," he echoed, hoping against hope that the little medicine cat apprentice yet lived. He kept his voice deliberately low, not wanting to alarm Cherrypaw, who plodded silently alongside them. The fate of the apprentice's sister surely weighed heavily on him as well; he'd already lost one of them. Cinderfall felt the molly's sigh ruffle the fur on his neck. He shifted slightly. "If you could get in contact with our lost ones, I'm sure it would offer some sense of closure to... to those who remain with us. But even if the tunnels haven't caved in, they may be weakened; they could still collapse. It... it may not be wise to go back." Guidance from StarClan would be reassuring, but not if it put more lives at risk.
They were outside the camp now, or at least he thought they were; it was hard to tell now that everything around them had been demolished. He wondered if any of it was salvageable. PrairieClan had weathered storms before. He couldn't imagine this being the one that forced them to abandon their home. Leaving felt like giving up. Like running away. They should try to rebuild... if there was anything left to rebuild with.
Pronghornstar's voice was bitter. Cinderfall could tell that this topic of conversation pained her, but at least she was being honest and realistic. He appreciated that. "I don't know much about healing, but whatever knowledge I do have is yours. I'll do anything I can to help." he said. He spied Mintpatch out of the corner of his eye and added, "You probably know more than most. The Clan is lucky to have you, Mintpatch." The elder was doing quite well considering all that had just happened, but he worried for her. It didn't seem right to place the stress and responsibility of healing solely on her when she herself was still recovering from fever. He hoped she would be alright.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 27, 2022 14:52:58 GMT -5
[ replies will hopefully be coming in an hour or two, just got off work! ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 27, 2022 17:16:03 GMT -5
Pancake -- *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•*
songdapple
Death was not uncommon for Pancake to face. He was a predator that had to hunt for food, he killed all sorts of animals to survive. There had even been a few times he had come across some of the farm’s other animals dead, whether it be from natural causes or something like a fox or snake had found its way onto the land. It was something Pancake had seen before, but this…this was a first for the tom. He had never stumbled upon the corpse of another cat.
Pancake’s feet felt like they were swaying underneath him. The breath caught in his throat, unable to go anywhere. The blood was rushing in his ears, causing the world around him to go silent. He didn’t even know this cat, why was he reacting in such an intense way? It was Songdapple who needed comfort. It was Songdapple who would more than likely be upset at this scene. He needed to snap out of it, needed to be there for her, needed to…needed to…
Songdapple’s choked out ‘no’ was what brought him out of his stupor.
Pancake gasped, oxygen finally being released from his lungs. ”We should… Let’s…let’s go around,” he suggested faintly. Nerves still jumped underneath his pelt, causing him to still feel as if he were swaying despite his feet standing sturdy atop the ground.
Slowly he looked away from the deceased feline. Unbeknownst to him, it was the body of the PrairieClan deputy, Hareleap. He had been thrown out of camp by the strong winds, unable to stand a chance outside of any shelter. It had certainly been a terrible way to go, and it was thoughts like that that Pancake wanted to stay away from. Focus on getting Songdapple home, not on the tragedies that happened… |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 27, 2022 17:17:51 GMT -5
Cinderfall brought up a good point. There was a chance that the Ancestor Tunnel had been weakened during the tornado, ground too full of water to hold up. Should she go in there and then the tunnel collapse…well, she had many more lives to spare, but even having extra lives meant nothing when she would constantly be choked by dirt and debris. But even still, there was a chance that the tunnel would be fine. Pronghornstar wasn’t going to at least check it out.
That was a matter for another time, however. She could attempt to check the Ancestor Tunnel out at a later date, once she had this group of cats somewhere safer, and once Duskbramble and Indigothorn had returned - hopefully returning with others that were still in camp.
Speaking of the camp, Pronghornstar was sure they had made it out, but the rubble and debris made it impossible to tell. The brown tabby looked around, lost in thought momentarily as she wondered just where she could take this ragtag group of wounded warriors. They were surrounded by destruction, the tornado having ripped apart not only their camp, but their entire home.
”Thank you, Cinderfall,” Pronghornstar murmured warmly. The warmth only grew as she turned her attention back to Mintpatch, grateful that the elderly molly had survived. ”The Clan thanks you for your service, even now when you should be enjoying retirement.” She meant every word in her statement. Mintpatch was already a well respected cat, having served her Clan well in her younger moons and having survived to become an elder, and now she was proving herself even more, keeping hope alive in the midst of despair.
As if the mention of medicine had stirred something inside Cherrypaw, the ginger tom, who had been silent thus far, spoke up in the smallest of voices. ”I…I know…know some,” he whispered, voice a ghost, barely audible. Pronghornstar had to swivel her ears forward and place all her attention on the young tom. ”Sagepaw… I would…ask her about her training sometimes. We watched Mudfeather, as kits, all of us… Me, Sagepaw, Hollypaw…” Just as quick as his voice had come, it died, Cherrypaw once more reverting back to a hollow husk.
Pronghornstar gave the apprentice a worried look. ”Thank you, Cherrypaw. Your help will be appreciated.” She kept her voice as gentle as possible, not wanting to startle the tom but also wanting him to know that she truly did appreciate his willingness to help. This was no time to decline help from any cat, and the more they could figure out about herbs, then the better. |
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Post by Brownie on Jan 27, 2022 18:02:05 GMT -5
- - - Yoooo. I'll get Indigo finding Sagepaw soon, but today is a resting day for me so it might not be until later tonight. - - - Mintpatch PrairieClan -- Pronghornstar, Cherrypaw, Cinderfall
Mintpatch didn't really have the breath to reply, but she flicked her ears in thanks and tried her best to keep up. She was glad Cherrypaw was speaking again, at least for a little bit; that was a good sign, she hoped. Once they were out of camp and on more level ground and away from the worst of the debris, the going was easier and Mintpatch was able to better catch her breath, which kept her paws feeling more steady as she went.
The elder hadn't left camp in a while, and this was a poor way to remember the familiar grasslands, both with everything being storm-broken and with such a somber scene left behind them. She enjoyed it as much as she could, however, and Mintpatch couldn't deny that putting physical distance between them and the camp helped distance her emotionally from the destruction. If she didn't look that hard, she could almost pretend the group was a simple border patrol. Her bones felt old, but her soul still remembered the life of a warrior; she'd have to act the part for a bit, until they were able to regroup, and she thought she could manage at least some simple tasks like keeping watch over Cherrypaw or perhaps sorting herbs if they managed to find anything useful. |
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