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Post by little blu ♥ on Apr 1, 2022 20:31:49 GMT -5
Just a little jump in thing. I'll be adding characters to the roster as we go on, just to keep things organized. c:
S h a d e C l a n [ a clan set on a coniferous mountain slope ] Leader open Deputy open Medicine Cat open Warriors Snowthorn - an older, scarred white she-cat.
Finchblaze - russet tabby tom with white toes, forehead blaze, and tail-tip. Apprentices Stormpaw - a gray tomcat. Queens open Kits open Elders open
D a w n C l a n R e f u g e e s [ formerly lived in a hilly forest area ] Lightstar - elderly pale golden she-cat with a single white paw. Aspenclaw - longhaired dusty brown and white tabby tom with yellow-green eyes.
Rowanwing - a pale tortoiseshell she-cat.
C r e e k C l a n [ a clan in a much more sparce forest with many creeks throughout ] Leader Mothstar [npc, brown tabby molly] Deputy Silverscale [npc, silver and black tom] Medicine Cat Beepool [npc, tiny ginger she-cat] Others will be listed if they get mentioned.
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There was a wariness that seemed to surround the clan like a heavy fog. The cats were still covered in ashes and soot, there had been no time for bathing. The fire had burned their forest to the ground - a place that had been home for many seasons. Now it was gone. And the clan's only hope rested with their enemies. DawnClan had tried CreekClan first. The water-loving clan had been their allies for many moons. Yet, when DawnClan had needed them most, the clan had turned their back on them. So now the wounded, shell-shocked cats had no other option but to turn to ShadeClan.
The imposing pine, spruce, and cedar trees loomed on the horizon as the clan approached ShadeClan territory. Aspenclaw carried the frail Lightstar on his back, barely struggling under the molly's weight. Her haggard breaths rasped in his ear and those dull claws of hers clutched at his pelt loosely. This was his leader's last life, and she was hanging on by a thread. The dusty brown tabby and white tom narrowed his greenish yellow eyes, fighting against the desire to collapse. "We're almost there," he managed through a throat ravaged by smoke-inhalation. |
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Post by •• 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮 •• on May 2, 2022 17:33:05 GMT -5
( Hi! Just wondering if you would still be interested in this? I’d love to jump in. c: )
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Post by little blu ♥ on May 2, 2022 17:42:36 GMT -5
( absolutely, feel free to jump in! c: )
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Post by Brownie on May 2, 2022 20:55:44 GMT -5
[[ <3
Just a little bit. To tickle the plotlines ]]
Rowanwing saw nothing but Aspenclaw's soot-stained paws in front of her. She only knew they had left CreekClan's territory because now they were headed up, each pawstep harder than the last. At least they had left the heaviest smog behind them. Her world narrowed to a dozen pawsteps in front of her; that was all the pale tortoiseshell could see, with her head too heavy to lift. A few steps of needle-strewn soil, some rocks, Rowanwing's paws, and occasionally her leader's golden tail when it drooped low enough. Each time that happened, Rowanwing was reminded of Lightstar's fragile condition and both determination and despair would war inside of her. Then the fire would flash in her mind and she'd feel herself floating off again into that place that neither reason nor emotion could reach, that place so far from exhaustion that her weariness would fade into numbness, that place that allowed her to push on even when she was fit to break, that place that she could convince herself that she was almost there, just ten more pawsteps.
"Do you think anyone made it out?" Stormpaw asked, more to himself than the cats around him. His patrol had come out onto the Watchstone to look at the cloud of smoke over what had been DawnClan's forest. The grey apprentice's eyes were wide as he tried to commit the scene to memory: the way the darker smoke roiled like a deep ocean, how the sun sluiced through the thinner smoke as it rose and pulled it into columns of pink and gold, how the fire still glistened like stars beneath it all. How it stretched farther than Stormpaw could see, even from his perch on the mountain's flank.
Snowthorn grunted as she gazed over the edge beside him. "There's always survivors, young one." The white she-cat was full of her own scars, and Stormpaw knew the tales of the old warrior's long history with DawnClan. Snowthorn wasn't one to give advice often, and so Stormpaw blinked and imprinted this memory too, even as she turned away, leaving him alone at the very edge of the stone. His claws curled into the Watchstone as a wind came up from the forest, still carrying the heat of the flames and the taste of soot even over this distance. The damage was so severe, he couldn't imagine himself escaping something so ruthless and powerful. There's always survivors.
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Post by little blu ♥ on May 2, 2022 21:52:53 GMT -5
"We can't linger here." A white-tipped tail landed across Stormpaw's shoulders for a brief moment. Finchblaze let his own icy gaze land on the inky clouds that hung over what had been DawnClan territory. He'd overheard the firm words Snowthorn had given his apprentice and prayed silently that the older warrior was right. It was hard to imagine a whole clan gone, even if they'd been ShadeClan's rival clan. His sister would claim StarClan wouldn't allow such a tragedy to happen, but the russet tabby had long given up on his ancestors. Turning away from the horrible sight, he began to follow his superior into back up the mountain path that led to their western border. "Stormpaw," he called quietly, his paw-steps silent on the golden-brown needles beneath his feet. A sudden updraft blew over the patrol, ruffling Finchblaze's coat. The scent of ash and smoke nearly choked the breath from the tomcat's lungs, but beneath that was the sour, awful scent of burnt flesh.
"Help!"
The cry came just as Finchblaze had whipped back around, his gaze landing on the worn, ragged group of survivors from DawnClan. They'd been hidden behind an outcropping of rocks, but the warrior could just make out Aspenclaw, a well-known rival warrior, leading the pack. He carried a golden lump of fur on his back. Lightstar? Shock stilled his paws for but a moment before the ruddy tom bolted forward, racing across the border without hesitation. He silently pressed himself up against the struggling brown and white tom, offering support. "Snowthorn!" he called out, his gaze flashing back towards where he'd left his patrol. She was a senior warrior; surly she'd know what to do. Finchblaze was certain they couldn't refuse aid. Not when the refugees looked as though they were breaths away from joining Silverpelt.
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Post by Brownie on May 2, 2022 22:38:57 GMT -5
Stormpaw took one last look over the blazing forest, then turned just as Finchblaze bolted off around a stand of rocks. "Snowthorn!" his mentor called, startling the both of them. Snowthorn was the first to react and darted off the direction Finchblaze went, leaving Stormpaw to hurry to catch up.
His paws skidded in the pine needles as he rounded the corner, the scent of smoke and, buried underneath, the earthy musk of DawnClan, hit him like a boulder. Survivors! They didn't look well off, and Finchblaze was already helping a brown tom with... wasn't that DawnClan's leader? Snowthorn called out just as a black she-cat collapsed into the earth, snapping Stormpaw from his daze. He studied Finchblaze first, but his mentor had his paws full with DawnClan's leader and the brown warrior, so he followed Snowthorn instead to where she was poking a nose into the black she-cat's ruff. The DawnClan warrior struggled to breathe, rasping and wheezing as her flanks trembled.
Snowthorn snapped when she noticed him, her tail moving low arcs against the pine needles. "Go back to camp! These cats need help." The scene made Stormpaw's head whirl with the motion and the details, and it took Snowthorn prodding him in the side with a claw to spur him into motion, sending the apprentice skittering up the mountainside towards ShadeClan's camp.
The white she-cat hissed in frustration, biting her lip in an effort to keep calm. A tom hovered over the collapsed she-cat, and Snowthorn left him to watch over her --it wasn't as if Snowthorn could help any right now anyways-- as she cut across to Finchblaze and Lightstar. A pale she-cat watched over them from behind, but her green eyes were glassy and empty. Of the group, only Rowanwing was in control of himself --besides Finchblaze, of course. "Stormpaw is bringing more help," Snowthorn said, trying her best to be gentle instead of gruff. "Was CreekClan destroyed too?" Their water-heavy territory should have resisted the worst of the flames, and the two valley Clans had always stood together against ShadeClan as allies. Safer and closer, CreekClan would have been the first place the shattered DawnClan would head, that is, unless it were destroyed as well. She didn't see any CreekClan cats in the party and there was no sign of their cloying, fishy scent mixed in with the soot.
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Post by little blu ♥ on May 3, 2022 11:31:50 GMT -5
"CreekClan? Those fox-hearts! T-Turned us away-" The outraged caterwaul was interrupted by a bust of sharp coughs. The soot covered warrior nearly stumbled over her black furred clan-mate. Aspenclaw shot the younger warrior a single glance. He probably should be angry too, enraged even but he was too exhausted to feel anything other than pain and bone-deep tiredness. He allowed himself to lean on the ShadeClan warrior, his legs trembling with the strain to remain standing. Not that he could give up now. Dull yellow-green eyes landed on Snowthorn, his eyes silently begging. Aspenclaw was a proud warrior, it took almost losing his whole clan to resort to pleading. "Cloverdapple is right. CreekClan... Mothstar sent us away. Too many-" the tom hacked a harsh cough before continuing, "-too many mouths to feed, she said." A bitter taste lingered on his tongue as he recalled the pathetic excuse the brown tabby had given them. After all that DawnClan had done for them...
"We didn't... We didn't know where else to go," Aspenclaw mumbled, wincing when Lightstar gave a loud wheeze. The claws on her forepaws dug deep into his shoulders, drawing fresh blood but the warrior didn't dare cry out. Their leader was dying. The russet tom next to him let out a hiss under his breath, shouldering more of the duo's weight. "My apprentice will return with help, as Snowthorn said." To be frank, the reassurance fell on deaf ears as cries broke out amongst the DawnClan survivors. Another cat had collapsed, their sides barely lifting for breath. The brown and white tabby grit his teeth, choking on his grief and frustration. He felt so useless, which was not a feeling Aspenclaw was accustomed to feeling. The fate of DawnClan rested on ShadeClan shoulders now. Their decision to aid them or run them out would determine whether the third clan survived.
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Post by Brownie on May 3, 2022 12:37:36 GMT -5
[[ Ahhh I want to give some others time to hop in if they want, but I also want to make like a billion more cats </3 I don't want to sit in this middle ground for too too long tho. I also don't want to take any high ranking cats cuz idk how long I'll be here before hopping out and I don't want to have to gift people cats haha.
Edited to give Snowthorn a bit of an opinion on CreekClan (; And a little Lore ]]
Stormpaw rushed up the mountainside, the small grey tom's legs aching as he threw himself upwards as quickly as he could. They weren't too far from ShadeClan's camp, nestled in the trees, but the path here was steep and Stormpaw wasn't as strong as a full-blooded warrior or even most of his fellow apprentices, and so he struggled up the climb. The image of the black she-cat collapsing looped on repeat in his mind, a skittering slideshow of images enjambed with jerking motions set to the rasping of her breath.
He heaved himself over the edge of the stone and onto the final stretch --a gentle downwards slope that sheltered the cove ShadeClan called home-- using the momentum to carry him through the camp's boundary and into the center clearing, startling a few cats that had been peacefully sharing a raven. "Help," he said. His voice didn't come out loudly, but Skyfeather abandoned the prey and came to his side, the queen's purring comforting even as she pressed him for details. "Survivors." That was the first word that came to his mind, and it allowed him to push forward. "DawnClan survivors, down the slope, they need help."
Skyfeather rubbed her chin across the top of his head, a purr in her chest soothing to the panicked apprentice. "Get our healers," she said over her shoulder to her companions. One hopped off in a hurry, the other with a grumble, but they both heeded the queen's request. She stuck with Stormpaw, letting the small tomcat rest huddled between her sturdy paws. Skyfeather knew the healers, at least, would go and help as they could. She hoped they'd be quick enough to slip out of camp before their leader stopped them; DawnClan had always been ShadeClan's rival, and she knew they would have every right to turn the refugee Clan away at their borders.
Snowthorn nodded along with Finchblaze's assurances. "He'll bring our medicine cats. There must be something we can do to help your warriors regain some strength, now that they are free of smoke." She didn't know if there was anything they could do, but it couldn't hurt to spread some hope. The DawnClan cats needed it. Snowthorn hoped they'd send warriors to bring the injured to their camp, but there was no guessing what their leader would do. She'd been in plenty of scrapes with these same warriors over the seasons and knew how hot their rivalry ran; Snowthorn herself held no animosity for these cats, indeed, the strength of their warriors only deepened her respect for them, but she knew some cats in their Clan would not feel the same way, and would wish to use this tragedy as the final blow to their longstanding feud.
But CreekClan? DawnClan and CreekClan had been allied for generations now. DawnClan was the one that aided CreekClan's warriors when their rivers were dark with poison several season cycles ago. And even further back, when Snowthorn had been just a kit, DawnClan's forest was invaded by twolegs. Old Craigstar hadn't been sypathetic, but it was CreekClan that allowed DawnClan's kits and elders to stay in a temporary camp on their watery land until the threat had passed. Even then, CreekClan had forced the DawnClan warriors to hunt on the twoleg-infested territory and care for their own during that time, she knew, though she heard that some of the CreekClan warriors had slipped the queens fish on the worst days, when the twolegs were the most plentiful and sent all prey to hiding in their burrows. Still, it was surprising that Mothstar had cast the broken Clan away entirely after so many moons standing together against the feral mountain cats, as they tended to label ShadeClan when tensions were high, and it spoke to DawnClan's desperation that they had dared venture into ShadeClan's territory for aid.
The white she-cat stood up straighter, trying to gather an air of authority, and looked around the space for any temporary shelter she could find. She didn't know if their leader would allow the DawnClan cats back to camp after all, and the group as it was couldn't fight back against a breeze, let alone a cougar that scented their blood and fear. The stand of rocks beneath the Watchstone seemed like the only good option nearby, and as she cast her eyes back to the group, many which had already collapsed into the pine needles --hopefully in exhaustion, and not like the black she-cat had-- she didn't think they could go much father. "Can you make it to the stones?" she asked Aspenclaw, pointing to the boulders behind her. It was only another tree-length up the slope. "Finchblaze and I will help, and it will be much safer for our medicine cats to treat the injured there than out in the open."
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Post by •• 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮 •• on May 3, 2022 14:18:32 GMT -5
( loving all the posts so far! i should be able to jump in later today c: )
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Post by little blu ♥ on May 3, 2022 18:09:12 GMT -5
[ i've been working tirelessly on a project all day but i will try to get a reply up!
also, Brownie, that's incredibly relatable. i just wanna make all the cats. xD ]
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Post by •• 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮 •• on May 3, 2022 18:14:48 GMT -5
( Sorry for the wait! Got a bit busy.
Dawnclan Refugees:
Apprentice: Tanglepaw, a fluffy and unkempt black tom with one white paw.
Queen: Mouseleap, dark brown tabby she-cat with white paws and amber eyes. Currently expecting kits.
Shadeclan:
Medicine Cat: Cloudspeckle, a long-haired white tom green eyes. Littermate to Thistletail.
Warrior: Thistletail, a long-haired white and gray tom with green eyes. )
The sky was stained a dark, oppressing black. Thick, putrid smoke billowed in massive clouds up from the forested hills that once served as Dawnclan’s territory. From the moment the flames spread high and the smoke consumed the horizon, every cat in Shadeclan knew that the damage would be devastating. Even from so many pawsteps away, the damage was irreparable. Burning trees filled Cloudspeckle’s nose with a stinging, acrid scent, and scratched at the back of his throat. As a healer, the knowledge that a disaster lurked just over the horizon was a terrible truth. It encouraged him to check his medicine supplies and, once he had sorted through the mess, to check it all over again. When the cry for help came, his ears perked upward at the sound.
Survivors.
No matter what their stance with each other may have been, Cloudspeckle would not turn away injured cats. Not if he could offer them the smallest amount of comfort and relief, in their time of desperation and need. He hurried to grab his herbs—dried petals of bright-eye, dock leaves, cobwebs—all wrapped into a bundle he could clamp down on with his teeth. The tom might have been a bit small, but when he moved through the camp’s clearing, he quickly caught up to the small group of warriors. Unable to speak, he kept his gaze forward, careful to hop over large branches or too thick undergrowth that might trip him. Starclan be with those poor survivors, until I can reach them!
Up the slope he went on determined paws, mouth watering around the bundle of herbs. Behind him, he heard the telltale voice of Thistletail. “I see others,” he murmured, lashing his tail in the direction of the Watchstones. Not in anger, though by his tone and face, it would be easy to mistake it as such. Cloudspeckle knew his brother was just as worried. He simply didn’t know how to show it.
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Tanglepaw couldn’t breathe. His lungs ached with every inhale, but he had no choice but to breathe deeply. Against his side, Mouseleap leaned into him heavily. She was so weak, from exhaustion and grief both. Somewhere in the blaze, her mate had been lost. Along with Tanglepaw’s own mentor and many others. He didn’t know who else made it out of the fierce storm of flames, but he hoped that the number of survivors would greatly outweigh their losses. Even if a little voice doubted that, in the back of his mind, he chose to believe it. By some miracle, he had run into Mouseleap, and had been able to convince her to move onward. For the sake of her kits, if not for her mate.
“Just a little further,” he urged the she-cat, paws scraping over dirt and stones. His legs were so heavy, but he couldn’t let the queen realize how exhausted he was. Otherwise, she might give up, and he wouldn’t allow her to do that. Not when his mentor had taught him better. “We’ll find others.”
Mouseleap said nothing. She hadn’t spoken for a while now, but she kept moving. That was what mattered most.
As he expected, as he hoped, Tanglepaw heard voices up ahead. They were in Shadeclan territory now, he thought, though he wasn’t too familiar with this side of their border yet. Still, he headed in the direction of the voices he could pick up on the wind. His dark fur was coated in ash, turning it from black to gray. Beside him, Mouseleap finally made a noise. It was so close to a wail, broken and sorrowful.
“Lightstar, Aspenclaw!” Tanglepaw called out, coughing on their names. All he could smell and taste was smoke. It was everywhere, following him like a shadow. He felt even worse, seeing the slumped form of golden fur that was Lightstar. |
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Post by Tealraven on May 4, 2022 10:58:37 GMT -5
( hi! can I still jump in? c: )
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Post by Brownie on May 4, 2022 12:32:15 GMT -5
[[ Of course!! I know I've vague'd about a few characters if you'd like to use those as a starting point: we have another medicine cat in ShadeClan, ShadeClan's leader, I vague'd two cats going to fetch the meddy cats in ShadeClan, and a black she-cat that collapsed in the DawnClan party that is open (either to play or she can be a relation and die on the way for drama purposes).
Or you can jump in where you want if you have your own ideas of where to take some cats. ]]
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Post by Tealraven on May 4, 2022 17:54:58 GMT -5
( sweet! I was thinking of recycling a plot from another clan I was part of in which a natural disaster - in this case, the fire - killed the medicine cat, leaving their young, inexperienced apprentice with the burden of caring for the devastated clan going forward. maybe the med cat apprentice is also unable to connect to starclan yet for an added twist! what do you think? too much? )
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Post by little blu ♥ on May 5, 2022 19:21:59 GMT -5
[ i like the idea, Teal, go for it! c:
sorry about the delay in response guys! ]
Aspenclaw took slow breath, his lungs burning from the inhaled smoke. He let out a raspy cough, ignoring the searing of his throat. Even as horrible as he felt, a spark of gratitude ignited in his chest. These cats, their enemies, were offering aid without hesitation. Sure, the ShadeClan leader might send them packing but there was a chance some of them might be seen by a medicine cat first. Swallowing his pride had been worth it, the tom realized. His tired yellow-green gaze flit in the direction Snowthorn had pointed. The rocks would offer a good temporary shelter. "That sounds smart," the warrior agreed, shifting the weight of his leader carefully on his back. "DawnClan, just a little bit farther," he forced his voice louder, hiding a wince.
He took a peek back at his clan, worry heavier than a mountain on his heart. "Finchblaze." The russet cat met his gaze before dipping his head in a nod. Aspenclaw firmly grasped his leader's scruff and worked with the ShadeClan warrior to shift Lightstar onto Finchblaze's back. The effort took a lot out of the worn tom. "I got her," the rival warrior murmured, his blue eyes kind. The dusty brown tabby tried to smile but it fell flat. He turned, paws heavy, and padded to his black furred clan-mate. "Rowanwing, will you help lift her onto my back?" he asked, casting a glance at the pale tortoiseshell she-cat.
The sudden cry of his name snapped his attention to the two soot-covered forms stumbling closer. Alarm faded to a flood of relief that nearly knocked him off his paws. "Tanglepaw! Mouseleap!" he cried, taking a few paw-steps in their direction. "Thank StarClan! We're headed towards that rocky outcropping and Cloudspeckle should be on the way." The tom hoped so anyway. There were too many injured, the clan wouldn't last without healing.
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Post by Brownie on May 5, 2022 20:51:55 GMT -5
Rowanwing heard Aspenclaw's fuzzily, as if she were underwater. Her name brought her floating closer to the surface, and she bobbed there, unsure of whether or not she should push her way free. The quiet was comforting, so soft, as she let her unconsciousness float across the current. Her body stood there, her eyes blank, as Aspenclaw brushed past her. She felt the wind of his passage over her fur; she could pretend it was the water's caress.
But then another voice. One she recognized: Tanglepaw. Her father's apprentice. Her father. Grief stabbed through the water, spearing her in the chest like a fish. It dragged her up, up, and though she clawed to stay beneath the waves --the peaceful, gentle, oblivion-- the grief popped her to the surface. Rowanwing gasped for air, her hackles rising as her ears flattened to her head. Her claws curled into pine needles as she struggled to ground herself, feeling like she was falling. But she wasn't, no, she was just here again.
Rowanwing shook, but she followed where Aspenclaw had went. Tanglepaw's wild fur was somewhat tamed and lightened by the cake of ash, the white speckles falling over his flank like snow. Beside him was Mouseleap: Rowanwing understood the look in the queen's eyes. "StarClan," she whispered, her voice not making it through her smoke-sore lungs, but the intent was there, "how could this happen?" Her paws were still shaky, but she found they would take her weight as she slogged over towards Aspenclaw. She was exhausted, but in better shape than many of her Clanmates. After a few moments of staring at the others, she focused only on Aspenclaw's sturdy brown flank until she reached the trio.
She tried to speak, but had to hack a cough to free her throat and tried again. "I'm here."
Aspenleaf didn't know who that was to, but she thought it was important to say.
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Post by Tealraven on May 6, 2022 19:28:09 GMT -5
( I've been staring at these replies and trying to find a good way to jump in for the better part of a day now, but evidently my brain decided not to come into work today cx
I'll try to get a short post up this weekend! )
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Post by Brownie on May 7, 2022 13:42:33 GMT -5
[[ if ya give me some character descriptions I can give ya a quick in too, that way you can be immediately hooked instead of spending time getting there ]]
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Post by Tealraven on May 7, 2022 16:57:46 GMT -5
- - - ( shadeclan: ravenswoop - a tall, muscular black molly with green eyes
dawnclan: sagepaw - a small, cinnamon-colored tabby with grey-green eyes
displaced rogue: lynx - a silver bengal tom with white paws, a white-tipped tail, and frosty blue eyes
npcs: mintpaw, creekclan medicine cat apprentice - a blue-grey molly with blue eyes
pinefrost, shadeclan warrior - a dark brown tabby with green eyes )- - - sagepaw - dawnclan medicine cat apprentice Sagepaw scrambled after her Clanmates, tripping over her own paws in her haste to catch up, with a limp bundle of herbs clutched in her teeth. The edges of the leaves she carried were crisp and burnt, tickling her nose with an unpleasant aroma of sickly sweet marigold petals, singed burnet leaves, and scorched flesh. Her eyes stung and watered from the smoke that filled the air and the ash flakes that caught on her eyelashes. "Mouffweap!" She called upon spotting the struggling queen. She hurried to the pregnant cat's other side and pressed herself into Mouseleap's side for support, trying to take some of the weight off of Tanglepaw. The older cat sagged against her and the little tabby stumbled sideways. She was too small to hold her up. She gazed helplessly at Mouseleap and Tanglepaw, chest aching with despair and smoke inhalation. Sagepaw lifted her head as Aspenclaw and Rowanwing came to meet them. She gasped so hard she choked. Carefully, she set the herbs she'd managed to salvage on the ground between them and swept the herbs close to her with her tail. She picked through the leaves with a shaky paw, listing treatments and medicinal properties in her head to force her attention elsewhere until she could calm down. "Oh, StarClan," she murmured. "There isn't nearly enough here to treat everyone." She glanced hopefully at the two warriors, searching their eyes for comfort or reassurance. "Is... Is ShadeClan going to take us in? They wouldn't turn away the sick and injured, w-would they?" Of course, she hadn't expected their sister clan, CreekClan, to turn them away in their hour of need, either. DawnClan and CreekClan had been allies for like, the entire eight moons of her life. Probably even way longer, according to the older warriors. CreekClan's medicine cat apprentice, Mintpaw, was one of her best friends. Yet Mintpaw had said nothing when Mothstar sent them away. Sagepaw remembered the look of shock and then mute acceptance on the other molly's face and felt sick. If their roles had been reversed, Sagepaw knew in her heart that she would have stood up for CreekClan.
ravenswoop - shadeclan warrior Ravenswoop startled at the sharp cry for help. She looked up from the raven she'd been sharing with Skyfeather and Pinefrost and watched through narrow green eyes as Skyfeather rushed to reassure the apprentice. The little grey tom looked badly shaken; whatever he'd seen still haunted him. She recognized that look in his eyes all too well. Skyfeather ordered them to fetch the healers. Pinefrost hopped to his feet in a heartbeat and raced away. Ravenswoop finished her mouthful of prey, chewing with deliberate slowness while holding Skyfeather's gaze, and swallowed. Grumbling, the tall black molly rose and trailed after her companion. The sky had turned a muddy orange color that darkened toward the line where the sky met the earth. Thick smoke billowed over the horizon. Flocks of birds, panicked and shrieking, clouded across the sun. Around her, whispers eddied through ShadeClan, rumors that a fire had destroyed their rival Clan's home and had driven the few remaining survivors to the border.
"We're not seriously going to allow those mangy forest-dwellers to stay here, are we?" a brown tabby hissed.
"They chose to build their camp in the middle of a dry forest. They knew the risks when they settled there. Seems like they were asking for it, honestly," another tom muttered.
Beside him, a mottled molly said, "I'm not opposed to lending a helping paw so long as it's temporary. I'm sure they have injured in need of medicinal attention; we could at least spare them some herbs before sending them on their way."
"So it's one less Clan to worry about. If you ask me, those fox-hearts got what they deserved," the first brown tabby replied.
Ravenswoop was inclined to agree with them. She watched impassively as Cloudspeckle hustled by with herbs jammed in his mouth. What a waste. She would never forgive DawnClan for what they'd done.
lynx - displaced rogue The silver bengal tom trundled over the carpet of pine needles, his breath coming in raspy wheezes. He dared not look over his shoulder to see how close the flames had come to destroying his forest home. Instead he focused on putting one white paw in front of the other. The grey spots on his fur swam in his eyes, and he blinked rapidly to clear his vision, feeling dizzy from breathing too much smoke. The woods around him gradually grew more sparse, with larger gaps between the tree trunks and less debris littering the forest floor. The fire was less likely to spread here where the trees were not packed so tightly together and the undergrowth not so dense. Somewhere in the near distance he could hear the sound of rushing water, indicating he'd nearly escaped the worst of it. Hope hastened his paws forward. Eager to wash the stench of smoke and ash from his fur, he slid down the bank, flopping face first into the water. The cold shocked him into stillness. For a few moments he lay there, exhausted, with the creek sliding past his muzzle. Deliriously, he wondered what had become of the band of warriors who had dwelled within the forest for so many generations. Lynx took care to keep his distance from the fierce creatures; he made his home well outside the clan's borders, keeping to the outskirts of the forested hills for his own safety. It was his proximity to the edge of the forest that had enabled him to escape so quickly. He had no idea where the forest warriors lived. He could only guess that they made their home deeper in the trees, somewhere within the heart of the forest. He doubted few, if any, had made it out alive. "What, another one?" A frustrated voice exclaimed. "Look, Mothstar already told you we can't take on any more mouths to feed. I suggest you move on; DawnClan passed through here not long ago. If you hurry you might be able to catch them." Realizing he looked quite silly laying prone in the creek, Lynx struggled into a sitting position, water dripping from his face. "Um, hello?" He blinked slowly as he realized what he was looking at. Before him stood three unfamiliar cats, each of them with the same lean, muscular build he'd seen on seasoned forest warriors from afar. Oh, no. There's more than one clan?! |
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Post by Tealraven on May 7, 2022 16:58:33 GMT -5
( I decided to drop a random, very confused rogue into this whole mess and give some creekclan cats a chance to shine. hope that's okay! )
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Post by little blu ♥ on May 10, 2022 15:01:30 GMT -5
[ i was trying to wait for some of the others to reply and i also was a little distracted, ngl.
but, i can just go ahead and reply, if anyone still interested? ]
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