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Post by swallowtail on Aug 8, 2022 3:58:57 GMT -5
WHALESPIRIT WITH - CROCODILEFANG AND BASILTAIL
LOCATION - SCARMAW LAIR
TAG - Feathertalon thejadestorm
Whalespirit shuddered as he leapt down of. a oak tree. His pelt, blue as ever, was unscathed. Having leapt up a tree the instant the fight began, he was safe from the chaos which reigned below.
“Exciting?” he said incredulously at Basiltail’s casual remark. Exciting? Who would think that was exciting? That was scary. “Uhh, I think that was a witty bit too exciting for me.”
He glanced around warily. No other rogues were in sight. He turned to Crocodilefang. “Isn’t it time to go back?” |
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 8, 2022 4:43:08 GMT -5
Bluepool
Bluepool snapped out of her thoughts as the tom congratulated her, confusion flooding her mind. "Huh- oh. Thanks," she replied sheepishly, looking down at her catch to better inspect it.
It was quite plump, as she had noted earlier, but she bit it too harshly. The bite mark was very visible; this usually never happened to the she-cat. She always tried to avoid bite marks by holding the fish in her jaws with the same intensity a mother would carry her kit with, and it was clear the other hunter's presence was the reason she was acting so strangely. This is driving me crazy! I don't know what to do. What if I just... avoid Ospreyfeather?
She mentally pawed herself in the face. No, I can't do that! Ospreyfeather is nice, she pondered dreamily, before catching herself fantasizing about things that, according to her, could never and will never happen. This is really bad! I should probably... I should probably tell someone. Like Seabreeze or... or... my mother...
She straightened her posture, narrowing her eyes and curling her tail around herself. Y'know what? If these... feelings, don't go away shortly, I'll just tell him. You only live once, she concluded, repeating what her mother used to tell her back when her name was Bluekit. Still, insecurity lurked inside the she-cat. She feared she wasn't good enough.
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Post by swallowtail on Aug 8, 2022 7:41:56 GMT -5
OSPREYFEATHER WITH - BLUEPOOL
LOCATION - PALM COAST
TAG - ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ ·
Ospreyfeather missed the third uncomfortable look that radiated from a serious-faced Bluepool, for he was lost in his deep, dark thoughts reaching into his soul. His eyes were dreamy and unfocused, his ears may as well have been closed, all his senses focused on his mental pain. Would Bluepool like him?Maybe she would. Maybe his hope was in vain.
Ospreyfeather didn’t look up at the noise of fishes splashing in the water before him, nor the sight of a mud crab scuttling by. His thoughts were well and truly troubled.
Will she like me? Do I like her? Am I going to... confess? Ospreyfeather shuddered at the thought. Confessing love could turn out as a really public thing if you didn’t plan it properly. He remembered that Turtlestream had told him that Waceshadow’s proposal turned into a clan meeting when he had made a mistake in confiding in Mistlefall and Coastdawn, two of the elders largest gossipers in the Clan. His heart pained to think of Turtlestream lying in the medicine den, stuck in her thought...
Concentrate, Ospreyfeather. He drummed the same question in his head repeatedly. Do I like her? Do I like her? Do I like her? Yes, I do, thought Ospreyfeather in surprise. He was surprised at how easily the answer came to him. But it was true. He did like Bluepool. So...
He glances at Bluepool tentatively. He was having second thoughts about this. Did he really... would he make a fool of himself? Should he really do this? |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2022 8:59:49 GMT -5
Vanillabloom »
There was a shift in the tomcat. From his happy self to a cat who looked like they were ashamed of something, his emotions had tossed and turned like leaves in the wind of a cyclone. Vanillabloom realized she probably should feel bad for setting off all these emotions at once for the young scout, but her curiosity was buzzing more than anything else. Something had changed in Rookfall when Lilypool had been brought up earlier, and now Vanillabloom was more than just a little intrigued about it all. If there was something going on between the two then she wanted to know; of course, it would be between the two cats to tell others on their own time, but surely Vanillabloom could get a little sneak peek behind the scenes due to being Lilypool's mother.
Disappointment trickled through her when Rookfall answered but not with how the white queen had wished. The feeling was brief, lasting only a moment or two. Rookfall's answer, despite not being what she had wanted to hear, was satisfactory still. He brought up a rather good point that not many others had. Vanillabloom had witnessed cats getting rather proud of their work, which wasn't a bad thing, Vanillabloom was proud of her healing background and proud to be a queen now, but there were some who stuck their nose up at the mere thought of other professions. Some would argue that hunting was superior, or that healing was the best choice and hunters and scouts could be forgotten about. Thinking like that was a dangerous game, and Vanillabloom was glad to see that Rookfall took another path.
It was surprise that showed upon her features more than the brief disappointment. Hearing the black scout verbally say that he didn't want to be a healer did conjure up shock in the white molly's chest. She shook her head as a chuff escaped her. "And here I thought you wanted to be a healer. I was even going to suggest some mentor options for you," she told Rookfall, shock replaced with amusement that now lit up her eyes. "You still give a noble reason for being so interested in healing lately. It's important to know the basics of everything, that's what I at least believe. For you, who knows when a fellow scout or hunter will get hurt out on patrol and needs immediate attention. Having you there could mean the difference between a dead or alive Clanmate." For as serious as that thought was, Vanillabloom kept the mood light, not lingering on that statement for long as she answered his somewhat stammered question. "I've been curious about it all. I thought maybe you wanted to switch to a healer, which now I know isn't the case. Then I thought perhaps some particular healer has caught your attention..." She let the words linger in the air, a curious glance toward Rookfall in an attempt to catch any signs from him that there was more to that than what he was letting on. "Your reasoning is a good one, and I'm more than glad to continue teaching you between your patrols and other business." A genuine smile marked her face as finished speaking. Training Rookfall was a delight, and should the tom want to continue his herb lessons, then Vanillabloom would be more than glad to assist him.
Crocodilefang »
For once Crocodilefang was on the same track as Whalespirit. For him the battle hadn't been scary - the rogues had been powerful but they fought with emotion rather than logic and training - but he felt as if it could have been avoided. Crocodilefang loved battle as much as the next scout did, but with cats already stuck in the healers' den and a Clan divided by political turmoil, the last thing they needed was to get in unnecessary battles. While not the most charismatic cat by a long shot, Crocodilefang had planned on trying to talk their way out of a scuffle had it not been for Basiltail simply jumping right in with claws unsheathed. But the past was the past, and nothing could be changed now. Fortunately it didn't seem like Basiltail carried any devastating wounds while Crocodilefang himself wasn't too beaten, either. He could feel a decent slash along his back and flank, and while there didn't feel to be that much blood, it was something the scout would get checked out by a healer. Again, the last thing the Clan needed was another cat down and out.
For right now though, it was time to head home. The storm was raging on, thunder clapping and lightning dancing through the sky. It was dark, the wind tearing through the forest. Water sloshed at Crocodilefang's paws; it was clear that if the patrol stayed any longer they'd have to fear the mangroves flooding. "Let's get out of here," the scout called to his fellow Clanmates. With that he started in the direction toward camp, braving the wind and rain and hoping that the Ocean would get them home safely.
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 8, 2022 12:14:38 GMT -5
PARROTCALL healers' den / with whitepaw & butterflypaw
Parrotcall's eyes flicked from one apprentice to the other. "I see." His ridiculous, self-satisfied grin shifted into a gentler smile. He had been aware of his apprentice's interest in Whitepaw for some time; probably longer than either of them. Apprentices were never as subtle as they thought they were. He knew all too well how it felt to be infatuated with a fellow trainee. "Well, you appear to be in good paws, so I'll leave you to it. Butterflypaw, I trust you know how to properly apply a neem poultice. You take care, now."
With that, the color-point healer respectfully backed out of the den. Underneath his theatrics, he was concerned for Whitepaw. It was never good when an apprentice got seriously injured. But he'd have to wait until another time to find out the whole story.
KIWIPAW healers' den / with algaewing
Kiwipaw let out a breath as the other healer swept out of the den. "Well. At least we have neem now." He padded over to join Algaewing beside the herb storage. As she picked through the various medicinal plants and berries for something to help his allergies, he snuck a glance over his shoulder at his friends. A tiny, relieved smile appeared on his muzzle as Butterflypaw attended to Whitepaw's wound. Even if I wasn't much help, I'm glad she'll be okay.
He turned his attention back to Algaewing. Now that the emergency had been addressed, ideas for their experiment were beginning to take over his thoughts again. "So, about the experiment. Once Whitepaw's taken care of, I was thinking..."
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Post by swallowtail on Aug 8, 2022 20:49:55 GMT -5
WHALESPIRIT WITH - CROCODILEFANG, BASILTAIL
LOCATION - OUT OF CAMP
TAG - Feathertalon, thejadestorm
Whalespirit scampered up to take the lead. It was fun, trying to find a way back to camp without scouts bugging you. It was rare, indeed. But soon, he had to slow down for Crocodilefang to catch up. That was when he realised a bloody cut on Crocodilefang’s foreleg. Concern washed over him as he scampered back to Crocodilefang. “Are you okay?” |
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 9, 2022 6:29:45 GMT -5
BluepoolBluepool shook her head as if to shake off her thoughts. She looked over to where Ospreyfeather was, worry glittering in her eyes. "Uh... Osprey... Ospreyfeather? Are you alright...?"
The same feeling from earlier buzzed through her pelt, and she quickly looked away, aware of how stupid she looks when she is flustered. In order to distract herself, she turned away from the tom and buried her catch into a smaller hole which she then covered with leaves and sand. Once she returned, she purposely sat herself slightly closer to the hunter.
I think I will tell my mother. After all, she should have experience with this... Maybe I'll even tell Islandmist. Or not. What if they tell someone? Frustration coursed through her pelt. Ugh, I wish I could just isolate myself from everyone!
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Post by aether on Aug 9, 2022 7:28:42 GMT -5
 Rookfall
With - [ Vanillabloom ]
Location - [ Camp ]
Luckily, Rookfall's gaze had been distracted during Vanillabloom's immediate response; he was none the wiser to her quiet disappointment. He did, however, duck his head with embarrassment at her surprised tone when he heard it and tipped his head sheepishly when he met her gaze again. He could understand why she may have gotten the impression he wanted to heal - it wasn't like he'd outright denied the claim before then - but he was also somewhat surprised himself. Scouting had always been his desire. He was fueled by the satisfaction of knowing that he kept his clanmates safe and that they were able to trust him to take care during a patrol. The image of Seabreeze's bloodied paw flickered in his mind - thankfully, he kept listening to Vanillabloom instead of getting lost in his own muddled thoughts. "Yes - I want to be able to help in whatever way possible if necessary." He reinforced her serious point with a definite nod.
His ears became warm at Vanillabloom's insinuation and his muscles shifted with the discomfort that came with being unwilling to admit one's first love. He looked back to his paws and shrugged in a way that he intended to be non-committal - though it seemed rather robotic. Even a cat with no sight would be able to see that Vanillabloom was onto something with her hinting words. "Well... I do enjoy spending time-" He started shy, voice soft and gentle. The voice that interrupted him was sharp, gravelly, and that of Archwhisker.
"Rookfall!" The tabby tom stuck his head into the den and nodded briefly to the two queens, then his attention focused on the black tom, "You said you were taking my guard shift, right?" Archwhisker's eyes flitted around Rookfall's countenance, avoiding direct eye contact, and his tone seemed strained with the dissatisfaction at having to interact with others.
Scrambling to his paws, Rookfall nodded quickly, "O-Of course! I'll go now." He glanced back to Vanillabloom and smiled warmly, "Until tomorrow, then?" The question needn't be answered, Rookfall would be there regardless. He slipped past Archwhisker and recoiled as wind caused rain to splatter in all-sorts of directions across his muzzle. Standing guard during the night in this weather would be... unpleasant to say the least.
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Post by aether on Aug 9, 2022 8:08:30 GMT -5
 Shellsong
With - [ Open ]
Location - [ Camp ]
Tag - [ @ ]
Those early to rest were early to rise - and Shellsong was always early to rest. As the half-hearted strands of dawn light filtered into the den, the hunter's eyes fluttered open. The rose her head slowly, careful not to disturb Sunchaser who rested beside her, and she sucked in a deep breath through her nose. At this time of day the camp was quiet - only few cats stirred. The forest was alive with the sounds of morning birds and skittering rodents as they moved about - the scene was something that the young hunter found quite exciting.
Carefully unfurling herself from her sleeping position, Shellsong tip-toed lightly from the den. Outside, she stretched each of her limbs with slow, leisurely movements. She had become the night before of serious incidents occurring with the boa and she shivered at the thought of coming face-to-face with the predator herself. No, she'd much rather do what she knew was safe. Perhaps I'll go to Calm Falls today and relax a bit... It had been a stressful time for the clan recently and yesterday the storm had disturbed her plans to relax in the tranquil vicinity of Calm Falls. After having been the recipient of Archwhisker's sharp-tongued during her hunt yesterday, she did not want to ask him to scout for her.
Rookfall
With - [ Open ]
Location - [ Camp ]
Tag - [ @ ]
It had been... a long night. Rookfall sat still and tall, enduring the buffeting winds and drenching rain with no complaint to be heard. Despite the heat of the green-leaf rainy season, Rookfall found himself shivering as early morning arrived and his whiskers trembled upon his muzzle. The rain left the stocky black tom susceptible to the cold underlying tones of the wind - and the wind hadn't been kind on this particular night. As dawn drew milky grey lines over the clouded sky, Rookfall was sure he might collapse from exhaustion and elation both. There was still some time to wait yet; Archwhisker would be relieving him and the tom had the habit of oversleeping...
Cats began buzzing among the camp. He heard their morning murmurings from his position and despite his shivering form he smiled at the sounds. Night-guarding was the least favourite activity of all the scouts as when the night grew darker and quieter it was easy for thoughts to cloud ones mind. The sounds of his clanmates reminded him that he was not alone. His eyes closed peacefully as he listened.
"Alright, I'm taking over now." Archwhisker's tone was - as per usual - gruff with little pleasantries to be heard.
Rookfall exchanged a brief outline of his night, in which nothing of note happened, before he trekked towards his den. He sniffled and shook droplets of water from his pelt, a feeling in his chest made the tom have the urge to cough, a tightening of his lungs. He yearned for his nest... He paused his steps and sneezed, he recoiled and shook his head, only to cough a few times after. I'll be better once I'm asleep in my nest, he reasoned sheepishly.
 Sandheart
With - [ Lemonpaw ]
Location - [ Camp ]
Whilst Turtlestream was out of action recovering from her injuries sustained from the boa, Sandheart had been assigned responsibility for Lemonpaw. Due to the tabby and white toms age it was imperative that his training did not suffer - that is why Sandheart stepped up to train him whilst Batpaw, her own younger apprentice, was assigned to train with the other scout apprentices and their mentors. She would be able to catch Batpaw up on whatever specific training he missed, however, Lemonpaw was at a critical point in his training.
The ginger molly was roused by dawn-light through the entrance to the Oracle's den. She blinked sleep from her eyes and yawned wide. The argument with her sister the day before had left her rather deflated, with Coconutfall's soothing words she was back in better spirits. Bending her neck she nuzzled her nose against her mates warm fur, taking a moment to breath his scent, before she rose from her nest and exited the den.
Outside, she meandered without haste towards the apprentice den, taking time to admire the light grey clouds above. It was a simple pleasure in life to enjoy the natural sights. Once at the apprentice den, she poked her head inside and spotted Lemonpaw. "Lemonpaw!" Her voice was a hushed call, "We are responsible for the morning patrol," once she was sure she'd gotten the toms apprentice she reversed out of the den and waited outside.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 9, 2022 19:23:08 GMT -5
Redwave »
with elders
The storm had passed during the night, leaving only a soft layer of clouds over the sky that sprinkled gentle raindrops onto the ground. It was a light rain that would last all day and perhaps into the night, but it wasn’t the kind of rain that hindered outside activities. Redwave knew of Jacarandabloom’s patrol today. The rain would be a nuisance for the patrol, but they could handle a few raindrops here and there.
When he had first heard cats whispering about who had been chosen to hunt down the boa, Redwave couldn’t help but feel betrayed by his littermate. Not once had his name been mentioned and he had spotted no signs of his sister approaching him to say she wanted him to accompany her on the patrol. Surely Jacarandabloom would have wanted a hunter she could trust at her side, but as time passed and still no signs of the dilute tabico, Redwave had to settle without an invitation. He wondered if Jacarandabloom still considered them to be on good terms, but after thinking about it more, he realized that this could work for him. While his sister was tending to a threat that had proved dangerous, he could use the Clan’s worries as an advantage for his agenda. Concern bred a sense of insecurity, and if Redwave could help ease his Clanmate’s fears and give them hope that everything would be okay, then perhaps they’d be much more willing to listen to him, to follow him. He’d provide the Clan comfort, give them what they want.
Duskflight’s words from yesterday echoed in his mind. If he was going to be seen as the next oracle then he needed to start acting like one.
Amber eyes darted around the camp until they landed on the counselors’ den. Redwave would speak with them first; they were the wisest cats in the Clan. They had served for many seasons and deserved the moons of rest they would get before the Ocean would claim them back into its depths. Some would call them old and senile, but Redwave respected them. He didn’t respect many cats, but the counselors were a group he could look up to and proudly serve as a young hunter, and one day, their oracle. If he could win them over then the more traditional cats of HibiscusClan would surely look to him as their leader.
That was his plan now. Start with the elders and then work his way down the ranks. It would be a busy day, but he could do this. Redwave was determined.
Head high he smoothly made his way to the counselors’ den, stopping first by the prey pile to grab a lobster left at the top. With the prey secure in his jaws his next stop was the counselors’ den. Once there he placed the lobster gently down. ”Any cat awake?” Inquired Redwave, voice hushed as to not disturb any elders that could be asleep in their nest still.
Crocodilefang »
Sleep had been hard to come by. Crocodilefang had hoped that slumber would have taken him with ease during the night after the battle with the two rogues - that would need to be reported but Crocodilefang wasn’t sure if his report would be heard and listened to by Coconutfall in his current state - but instead of ease, his sleep had been met with difficulty. The scratches he had sustained during the scuffle ached more than he wanted to admit to, and while he had already planned on seeing a healer in the morning, Crocodilefang had almost roused from his nest in the middle of the night to seek some relief. He preserved though, and now that dawn graced the island with its presence, the scout began the short journey to the healers’ den.
As he was leaving the den, a sneeze followed by a series of coughs caught his attention. Ears perked forward, Crocodilefang slowly eased himself out of the scouts’ den, stopping when he noticed Rookfall standing just outside. The black tomcat had traded duties with Archwhisker for the night, and it was looking as if Rookfall had truly gotten the short end of the stick here. His black fur was damp with precipitation and an unwell aura emanated off him. On any other occasion Crocodilefang would have walked past him and went about his own business, but with every other cat seeming to end up spending days in the healers’ den, the scout knew they needed every cat they could get right now, so nipping sickness in the bud before it could bloom was the smart decision.
Crocodilefang gestured with his head for Rookfall to follow. ”I’m sure you just want to sleep after keeping watch, but you won’t get a good rest if you’re coughing like that. I was on my way to the healers anyway, come along.” He gave Rookfall no room to argue before he padded away. Hopefully Rookfall would follow, though Crocodilefang didn’t think he’d have an issue with the other scout. Rookfall had never been the difficult type.
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Post by swallowtail on Aug 9, 2022 22:02:09 GMT -5
MISTLEFALL WITH - OPEN
LOCATION - CAMP
TAG - @
Mistlefall sauntered towards the camp entrance, looking out wistfully. Redwave, who she now considered as her partner-in-crime, was nowhere to be found right now, not that she particularly wanted to talk to him. She looked again at the outside of camp. If only she was a scout… Mistlefall would be out of camp every minute. The Clan problems were her’s too, and she wished to avoid them.
Mistlefall surveyed her surroundings, looking at the cats who had already woken. She nodded and smiled at those she knew well, and threw a particularly scornful look at a dozing Fogblaze. What was the use waking up if you wanted to sleep?
He’s so lucky, Mistlefall thought, If only I had become a scout. What was the use of healing cats, anyway? That wouldn’t help in life-or-death situations. Especially when you had to fight. |
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Post by swallowtail on Aug 9, 2022 22:02:37 GMT -5
SEABREEZE WITH -
LOCATION -
TAG - @
Seabreeze woke once again in the soft moss in the healers den. Seeing the other healers, besides Mistlefall and a few others, had yet to rouse, she crept lightly out of the den, hoping for someone to talk to outside.
The camp could be called relatively silent in her sight. Some were dozing off while other were well awake and energetic. Seabreeze felt she was stuck between the two. She yawned. Then she leapt up, as if going to somewhere. Then sat back down. Her actions were contradicting each other.
Pull yourself together, Seabreeze. What are you doing? Shaking herself as if she was wet, she stood back up, then went to a large rock at the edge of camp. She’d just wait until cats woke up. |
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Post by swallowtail on Aug 9, 2022 22:03:21 GMT -5
RISINGBROOK WITH - OPEN
LOCATION - CAMP
TAG - @
Risingbrook had woken up quite a while ago, and was feeling energetic among the drowsy cats around him, most of which had hardly woken up. Half of him wanted to open his jaws and yowl ‘wake up’ to every cat there. There was Fogblaze sleeping, and Seabreeze resting, and Beaverclaw just woken up. Like, why was everyone so tired?
As he sauntered around camp pointlessly, he saw the apprentices Gulfpaw and Creekpaw, otherwise known as his cousins, wide awake as he was. At least somebody’s in good shape.
He looked around for his apprentice, Hootpaw. She was nowhere in his sight. Is she sleeping or what? He shrugged and walked a circle around himself. Why was camp so boring at dawn? |
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Post by swallowtail on Aug 9, 2022 22:05:06 GMT -5
BEAVERCLAW WITH - OPEN
LOCATION - CAMP
TAG - @
Beaverclaw woke with a start, breathing hard. His nest was shredded and strewn around him, sticking in his fur. He looked around anxiously. It’s not real, Beaverclaw. Relax. Take deep breaths. It was more the ten moons since his mother Coralsplash died, but the thoughts were still fresh in his mind, haunting his nightmares.
Beaverclaw has just gotten a particularly nasty nightmare, in which Coralsplash had appeared and scolded him for not saving her from her death. He shook his head, then looked around to see if anyone had seen him scared. To his relief, no one had seen. He did not want anyone to know about his nightmares. He held a teasing, carefree stance, but underneath he was a tom who, when he felt things, felt them deeply.
Still taking deep breaths, he stepped out of the den. Calm down, Beaverclaw. |
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Post by swallowtail on Aug 9, 2022 22:05:36 GMT -5
FOGBLAZE WITH -
LOCATION - CAMP
TAG - @
Fogblaze woke bright and early, which was quite unusual for him. The white-furred tom trooped out of the scout den, yawning. He was unsurprised that a few cats were up, however, including energetic Risingbrook, a sleepy Mistlefall, and the two apprentices Gulfpaw and Creekpaw among a few others. HibiscusClan has quite a few early risers.
Looking around, he wondered if anyone would need to go out on a patrol. No one, it seemed. Most of the cats seemed fully or half asleep. Fogblaze shrugged. Not like he expected a job so early.
Seeing the absence of things to do, Fogblaze settled down in a bunch of primroses. Resting his head, he yawned again, and this time gave in to his sleepiness, dozing off. |
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Post by swallowtail on Aug 9, 2022 22:07:40 GMT -5
CREEKPAW WITH - ROOKFALL, CROCODILEFANG
LOCATION - HEALER'S DEN
TAG - @
Creekpaw trooped among camp, poking his head into different dens with curiosity. Nothing, absolutely nothing escaped his keen eyes. Not Whalespirit snoring in the healers den, nor Skinkstripe sleeping though the terrible din caused by his younger siblings, particularly cheeky Horizonkit. He would have stopped to play, but Creekpaw was in a hurry.
He was finding Crocodilefang. His sharp-tongued mentor had been injured in a fight against two particularly fierce rogues who appeared to think the clan’s territory was theirs. Having already checked the scout den to find the absence of Crocodilefang, he guessed his mentor had gone to the Healer's.
He headed for the healer’s den, curious about his mentor’s condition. He poked his head in politely, and asked, “Hello? Crocodilefang?” His voice echoed around the den eerily. |
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Post by aether on Aug 10, 2022 6:51:49 GMT -5
Rookfall
With - [ Crocodilefang ]
Location - [ Camp ]
To say he was surprised when Crocodilefang paid him attention would be an understatement. In his deliriously tired state, Rookfall was in no mind to protest; especially as he felt his lungs squeeze and threaten another bouts of cough. He felt a pulsating warmth from his ears despite his shivering cold body and knew that he was feverish. Sighing inwardly, he followed Crocodilefang towards the healers den with uncertain steps - this whole ordeal would be much simpler if he didn't feel as though he would fall asleep standing on his paws.
Truthfully, it was no surprise that the black scout ended up with a bout of sickness. As a kit he had frequently required healers attentions whether it be for coughs, chills, or other issues. Most notably, he had an infrequently occurring stomach issue - one that left him in such agony that he simply could not eat. The stomach issue had almost taken him when he was five moons old, and again just sunrises after he had received his warrior name. As far as he or anybody knew there was no particular reason for it; he simply had a stomach ailment that could not be explained. His stomach experienced more frequent but less-pressing afflictions of this kind in which he would be painful but still able to eat and go about his daily tasks. When he experienced that he did not tell others in fear of causing concern.
Rookfall ducked his head as he entered the healers den, blinking quickly to adjust to the change in lighting. He shuffled awkwardly in the doorway as Crocodilefang pressed forward and he smiled sheepishly to the cats within the den. A small voice within his chest sang excitedly despite himself - perhaps he would be able to see Lilypool? If he gathered enough courage he might even ask if she wanted to patrol or even get some prey to eat. As nervous feelings began fluttering in his stomach he felt his lungs contract and he turned his head as his sodden body became racked with breathless coughs.
[ too sleepy to write more v.v i was gonna write a featherfoot starter and a reply to one of swallow's characters but that'll have to be tomorrow, i'm afraid ] |
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 10, 2022 13:02:08 GMT -5
Geckotailwith redwave Feathertalon
Geckotail stopped grooming, turning her head to the entrance of the counselors' den. "Morning to you too, Redwave," she meowed, followed by a hearty laugh. She licked her paw, swiftly dragging it over her ear. She knew how fierce and intense the stocky tom was; she always liked to oversee other cats from a disance, and she noticed how upset and enraged he was. Whatever he had in mind, it wasn't going to benefit Coconutfall or any of his kin.
She lifted her head slowly, her leaf green gaze resting itself on the tabby hunter. "I suppose you have a request or something to talk about. Make it easy for yourself. Spit it out." She bit her tongue after saying the last bit. Redwave was defensive, especially in this state; he could easily interpret anything anycat says as a threat.
However, Geckotail wasn't and will never be a fearful molly. She decided to act casual; licking her chest fur and examining her claws. She then turned back to Redwave rather smugly, an expectant look painted on her face as if to encourage him.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 10, 2022 13:24:19 GMT -5
LemonpawLemonpaw slammed his face into the soft, leafy surface of his nest, groaning tiredly. "I'll be there in a moment." He lifted his head off the moss he was sleeping on. He looked around exasperatedly, checking to see if any other apprentices were awake. He sighed, shaking off the moss and leaves that were clinging to his pelt. After stretching, he walked outside.
As soon as he saw the sky, he felt awake and excited. Taking into account how many grey clouds were littering the once-blue sky, he was mildly disappointed, but this didn't take away from his excitement. Like a small bouncy kit he strode over to where Sandheart was. "Good morning! I heard what you said. How can I help?" The tabby and white tom was always eager to help everyone and everything, which also made him skilled at quite a few things. He always asked to help with patching up dens, changing bedding and many other duties cats usually find boring; however, Lemonpaw found he was unusually happy to do most of the mentioned. He speculated this was due to how much of his time he spent helping others.
He looked up at the sand coloured molly, a strange sense of admiration coursing through his short fur. She was cast aside by everyone she loved; well, atleast one of her kits cast her aside. He had talked to Lionpaw recently and made the mistake of mentioning her mother. He was certain he would walk back to camp bloody and hairless; fortunately, the apprentice had some self-control. He reckoned that if he were Sandheart, he'd hide away in a corner and never speak again. But he wasn't Sandheart; he was Lemonpaw. And that's why he wanted to be as nice as possible.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 10, 2022 13:41:53 GMT -5
JaggedscarAfter watching the she-cat for a couple of moments, his head peered out from the side of the den. Not long after came the rest of his jet black shape.
"Good morning, Shellsong," he murmured, straightening his posture. "I suppose you need somecat to do some scouting for you?" A small smile crept onto his face; it was stiff, almost fake-looking. But Jaggedscar wouldn't let such a thing be so noticeable; sure, he didn't like any of his Clanmates much, but he wouldn't never let that point come across clearly. His antics were confusing and passive aggressive most of the time, and no cat could truly read his emotions. He had built a wall around his mind; one that he was certain no cat could break.
He sat down, curling his tail around his paws. He was beginning to grow impatient with everyone.
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 10, 2022 14:14:46 GMT -5
SILVERTIDE elders' den / with redwave & geckotail
Golden eyes glowed like dying embers in the gloom.
"Well, I am now," the old molly said with an exaggerated sigh. "Is any cat awake, he says, poking his head in here first thing in the morning. Pfah." She lifted her head and called over her bony shoulder, "Geckotail, you useless lump, get up. One of the kits is here to see us." There were kits in the Clan and then there were the kits: Coconutfall's unfortunate offspring. She squinted at Redwave -- Redwave? Yes, Redwave; her nose told her it was the Oracle's son even though she couldn't see him. Backlit by dawn light, the young warrior was no more than a cat-shaped shadow looming at the entrance to the den.
Silvertide uncurled from her sleeping position and slowly sat up in her nest. Stretching, she uttered a low groan, legs and back still stiff from sleep. She beckoned to Redwave with her long, feathered tail. "Come in here so I can see you better."
Her eyes remained narrow as the tom approached. Few cats made it a priority to visit the Counselors as soon as they woke. He must have come because he wanted something from them. Silvertide was beyond the point of caring about pleasantries, and curiosity gripped her like the deadly embrace of a boa, so she cut to the chase. "Why are you here, hmm?"
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 10, 2022 14:16:09 GMT -5
SUNCHASER camp / with shellsong & jaggedscar
Sunchaser was doing a very poor impression of "sleeping in" when one of the nests beside her stirred and crackled as the warrior within shifted. The golden molly lifted her head and flicked her ears forward. Delight flared in her chest. Finally! She was tired of waiting and her stomach was yowling for breakfast. She all but leaped to her paws and trotted after her friend.
"It's morning!" Sunchaser sang. "Isn't that wonderful?" She gave Shellsong's shoulder a hearty nudge and grinned at the tortoiseshell warrior. "I feel like I've been so busy lately I've hardly had any time to talk to you! And so much has happened this week! We should do something together today."
Her heart sank a little as the dark figure of Jaggedscar emerged from the den behind them, but her smile didn't waver. The tom gave her weird vibes. She wasn't sure why, though, and if she did ever tell anybody they'd probably just dismiss her concerns. Probably. You're just overthinking things, she told herself. There are cats who are smarter than you that have no problem with Jaggedscar. Stick to what you're good at.
Maybe the unreadable tom was just experiencing the same level of stress as everyone else; it was hard to tell with him. Tensions had been running high ever since Coconutfall came forth with his shocking announcement and every cat seemed to be having a hard time dealing with it. Jaggedscar might be coping in his own way. Attempting to be friendly, Sunchaser nodded to her fellow scout. "Hey, Jaggedscar! Didn't mean to ignore you there. Sleep well?"
PARROTCALL healers' den / with rookfall & crocodilefang
Like his sister, Parrotcall was an early riser. The tom was already up and moving about the healers' den, humming softly to himself as he worked, but otherwise keeping quiet so as not to wake anyone before they were ready. The need for beauty sleep was a concept he well understood and respected. To be honest, some of these cats needed it more than others.
His morning grooming ritual took longer than he would've liked thanks to his misadventure in the storm the previous day. By the time his fur was sleek and shining once more, his paws were atremble with restless energy and he was eager to start the day. As he often did when he rose before the others, he shuffled over to the herb storage at the fore of the den to see if any of their supplies needed replenishing.
He stepped with care around the slumbering form of Whitepaw. Algaewing had filled him in on the details later in the day. Tackling a boa by herself was exactly the sort of thing Sunchaser would have done when they were apprentices. Though it annoyed him that Whitepaw had dragged his own apprentice into needless danger, he knew it could have been much, much worse if Whitepaw had gone alone, and so his relief that the two survived the encounter outweighed his frustration. Butterflypaw had stayed by Whitepaw's side well into the evening, refusing to leave until the other apprentice fell asleep. Those two really are hopeless, he thought with a fondly exasperated shake of his head.
After noting which herbs were running low, Parrotcall began to prepare some poultices for the day. It was always good to have a few extra on-paw for emergencies. He was assembling his third when a rustling at the den entrance made him look up. "Ah, Rookfall! Crocodilefang! Come in, come in!" He beamed at the two toms. "How can I assist you fine gentletoms today?"
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 10, 2022 14:40:56 GMT -5
( sorry if these replies don't make much sense, i'm sick rn and you know how it is with the brain fog when you feel crappy alsdjfkdk )
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Lesbian
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 10, 2022 15:05:42 GMT -5
Go rest up and get better soon, teal!!
Did anybody else wanna throw in an elder with red, silver, and gecko? I’ll get replies up later but wanted to give some room still if other elders wanted to be involved o:
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 10, 2022 15:14:07 GMT -5
( get well soon, teal!! )
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 10, 2022 15:14:48 GMT -5
( btw im gonna reply w/ the elders when everyone says if they want an elder in or not )
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 10, 2022 20:29:38 GMT -5
Redwave »
On a typical day Redwave respected the counselors and what they stood for. They were wise cats that had lived longer than what most Clan cats could ever dream of. They had dedicated their lives to HibiscusClan and deserved to rest and relax until the Ocean called them back to its waters. Even after he had been named a fully trained hunter he would still visit the counselors on occasion, bringing them prey or simply checking on them. Never once did they seem to mind him coming to visit, and never once had he asked for something of them, yet now that he did have something he wanted to ask of them, now that he was actively seeking advice from the counselors, they wanted to get snippy with him. Perhaps it was because he was already on edge as it was that he was taking both Geckotail’s and Silvertide’s remarks as hostile, but he could feel the fur down his spine bristle ever so slightly. His eyes narrowed as he stepped further into the den upon Silvertide’s request. Was it such a crime to ask for their guidance? Sure, it was early in the morning, but Redwave had entered as courteously as he could, bringing them breakfast and everything, yet already he was met with annoyance.
Redwave swallowed down the displeasure that bubbled in the back of his throat. If he wanted the elderly felines on his side then he needed to be as pleasant as he could be. Charisma had never been the red tom’s strong suit, but by the Ocean did he need to find it in him to be charming.
The hunter placed the lobster he had brought down on the ground. He nudged it toward Silvertide and Geckotail. ”I brought you this, in case you were hungry.” His own stomach grumbled at the sight of the seafood, but he ignored the emptiness. He’d eat if they offered to share with him, but Redwave had more important matters to tend to. ”I came for advice, if you would be willing to share.” His amber gaze flickered between Geckotail and Silvertide, curious, wondering, waiting. Would they guide him with their wisdom or would they simply tell him to turn tail and leave? The question burned deep within him, longing for the answer he would receive.
Crocodilefang »
Silently Crocodilefang thanked the Ocean for Rookfall’s compliance. He doubted he would receive any struggle from the younger scout, but lately rebellion had been strong in the Clan, and there was no guess on who would be against what. Though had he rejected the invitation to come along there was no doubt in Crocodilefang’s mind that Rookfall would have eventually found his way to the healers’ den. The black tomcat looked pitiful. He was sluggish in movement and the expression on his face was clearly tired - some would argue that was simply from guarding the camp all night, but there was a deeper fatigue that was etched into his features. Any cat could tell that Rookfall was worse for wear and needed to see a healer before his ailment progressed or spread throughout camp.
It was a familiar figure near the healers’ den that stopped Crocodilefang. He narrowed his eyes before making out the form of his apprentice Creekpaw peeking his head inside the den. ”I’m here,” the tawny tom called out. He was curious to know how they had missed each other, especially if Creekpaw had looked for him inside the scouts’ den, but he didn’t linger on the thought long. There was no reason to waste precious time. ”Training is postponed until later.” The scout then looked inside the healers’ den, jaw tight in thought. He then added, ”Or until tomorrow.” The slash down his flank wasn't the worst wound he had received in his career as a scout, but it stung and ached with each paw step. Depending on how severe it actually was Crocodilefang may be stuck in the healers’ den for the day. He prayed that wouldn’t be the case, but he supposed it was now or never to prepare himself for the worst. ”If a scout patrol goes out you can ask to join. You’re old enough now that I don’t always need to be by your side.” Creekpaw was growing up into a fine scout. It wouldn’t be much longer before he was given his full name, and Crocodilefang had to admit that Creekpaw had worked hard for it. The scarred scout was not an easy mentor to have, but Creekpaw had pushed on and passed every challenge he had been given. The scout was proud of him, even if he wouldn’t openly show that, and he was all the more proud to say he had mentored the brown tom.
Another voice pulled Crocodilefang’s attention away from Creekpaw. He padded forward to peek his head inside the den, eyes adjusting to the dim light while landing on the sight of the flame pointed Parrotcall. ”I have a few scratches that probably need a poultice or two, and Rookfall is, well,” he stopped his words and gestured toward the black tomcat who was now heaving with soundless coughs. It was obvious he was sick. ”Any room for the both of us?” The healers’ den was sure to be packed with cats of all sorts of different ailments at this point, but Crocodilefang would surely be out before long. Rookfall on the other paw…one look at him and it was easy to say he may need the healers longer.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 11, 2022 3:53:24 GMT -5
GeckotailGeckotail raised her head to have a better look at Redwave. Her sight had never betrayed her, not even in her elder days; she could see every little strand of fur bristling and flattening against the tabby tom's stocky shape. "Thank you for the prey," she meowed, setting her head onto the nest beneath her. During her counselor days many kits had come in and out of the counselors' den, but rarely with a request for advice.
"I'll gladly give you advice; its' quality depends on the subject. So, what do you need help with?"
She gazed at Redwave, a thought racing through her mind out of nowhere. What if he also wanted to teach Coconutfall a lesson? In that case, Geckotail would be more then happy to help. She despised him; mostly because he failed to stay calm during the scandal about his affair. Instead, he sulked in his den, with Sandheart occasionally coming to assure him that his pathetic actions were excusable. Sandheart, she thought. She respected Sandheart. She stood for what she thought was right, continued doing her duties and never apologized for any of her kits.
Her kits were cats that the gray molly pitied. Oh, so terribly pitied. Lionpaw was hiding away from everycat; she hadn't seen her anywhere. Whitepaw seemed to be doing alright, atleast mentally. And Tigerpaw...
Tigerpaw was a cat she wanted to pull aside and giveva talk to; a talk about her own youth, and how many cats despised her. Despite this she pushed on, and today she was a respected member of the Clan. Still, many times she felt no cat truly trusted her. However, she knew this would change. Not every kit has to know about her heritage; she was pretty sure Redwave didn't know about it either.
She pitied Tigerpaw. She wished she could help him or tell him something reassuring but she knew better then to bother the young apprentice. She was even impressed with how well he had been holding up, despite everything that's crashing down around him.
She sighed. She had nothing to do but hope for a brighter future.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 11, 2022 4:12:33 GMT -5
JaggedscarJaggedscar turned his head in the direction of the other scout's voice. He hated happy-go-lucky cats like her. He wished everyone would be just as stoic as he was.
"Good morning, Sunchaser," he began slowly, his amber eyes planted onto the molly. "I slept... exceptionally well, thank you for asking." He turned his gaze away from her and onto the tortoiseshell molly.
During the early morning and late afternoons, the scout's usually amber eyes appeared red due to the light. His eyes were something he used to manipulate cats into being scared of him; even in their usual state, they were piercing. When he was a kit, his brother, Saltwhisker, was petrified of his gaze. When he was a kit...
Jaggedscar sighed. He wanted to seem friendly, he really did, but he wasn't. No matter how many times he wanted to deceive cats like Sunchaser and Shellsong into thinking he was a friendly, happy cat, it never worked. His true intentions always slipped, atleast for a moment.
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Post by swallowtail on Aug 11, 2022 4:19:45 GMT -5
( btw im gonna reply w/ the elders when everyone says if they want an elder in or not ) i want coast in:) |
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