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Post by rob lucci's wife on Aug 11, 2022 4:29:20 GMT -5
Yoko // ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ ·Yoko walked around the lush jungle as his ears flicked from the loud sounds the crickets around him made. As Yoko continued to walk peacefully, a loud thrashing noise caused the cat's coat to bristle and to move his head in the direction quickly. He lifted his snout in the air and inhaled it to figure out what was causing the ruckus, and it then hit him: it was a mouse! Yoko smiled and he bent down awkwardly and started crawling towards the bush the mouse was hiding in the green shrubs. His long tail swished against the soft ground as he continued walking. Yoko then spotted the mouse's thin tail poking out of the bush, the tom then quickly crouched and swiftly attack the mouse, killing it in one bite. " I did it! I finally did it!", yowled the loner. The tom was very happy with his first catch and right when he was about to take a bite out of the plump mouse, the mouse disappeared. " Wait? What!?", Yoko said with confusion. "My mouse! No!", the white tom cried to the bright blue sky above him. The tom's amber eyes then suddenly opened, realizing it was all just a dream. The tom sighed with disappointment knowing it was too good to be true since he barely knew how to hunt. Yoko lifted his head and looked at the loner he met the other day, Cassia. Yoko didn't know whether to stay with Cassia or not as he felt guilty simply leaving her after he feels satisfied and he felt like he was holding the tough molly back with his incompetence. The truth is he felt like a kit at his age. Despite all this, Yoko found a weird type of safety with the molly, something he hasn't felt with any other cat before. That weird feeling was holding the tom back from leaving altogether. Yoko pressed his white coat against Cassia's soft, warm fur and he purred. Yoko continued to lay with Cassia until he heard his stomach rumble. He looked down with embarrassment as he knew he had to ask Cassia for help or he'd starve to death. Yoko mewed softly," Cassia? I don't know if you're awake, but I'm really hungry." The tom looked at the sleeping she-cat and he felt his fur turn hot and itchy knowing he was bothering her," The storm looks like it has passed. At least I think, so I think it'd be nice if we went out for fresh air, water, and possibly food. ". Yoko's white pointy ears flattened as the tom continued blushing.
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Post by swallowtail on Aug 11, 2022 4:32:12 GMT -5
COASTDAWN WITH - REDWAVE, SILVERTIDE, BAYWATCHER(?), GECKOTAIL
LOCATION -
TAG - aether, @tealraven, ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ ·, Feathertalon
Coastdawn opened her eyes and yawned sleepily, to find, surprisingly, she was almost the last one awake. What time is it? She furrowed her brows, slitting her eyes against the steady stream of light coming through cracks in the thick den wall, made of woven holly.
"Can y'all stop yapping over there? Some people are trying to sleep!" she grumbled grumpily. Silence. She widened her eyes to squint at the people crowding into the den. Just making out a familiar pelt, her expression brightened a little. "Oh, Redwave, my dear, what do you want?"
She limped out of her den, towards where the elders were standing. "Seems I'm late to the party, doesn't it?" |
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Post by aether on Aug 11, 2022 8:39:39 GMT -5
 Sandheart
With - [ Lemonpaw, Creekpaw ]
Location - [ Camp ]
A soft mrrw or amusement escaped the sand-coloured molly as she awaited the tabby and white apprentice to emerge from the den. Brief moments such as these brought a sense of warmth to the newly scandalous molly. It reminded her of her own days as an apprentice when she herself would groan into her nest whilst her mentor called for her to begin daily tasks. I will forever envy the youthfulness of these apprentices, her green eyes glittered with warmth. Her ears perked as she heard the voices of Creekpaw and Crocodilefang - she didn't catch all their conversation, but she could tell by the way Crocodilefang dismissed the apprentice on the way to the healers that Creekpaw would need some guidance that day. "Creekpaw!" She called, waving her tail in an inviting manner, "Come - you can train with myself and Lemonpaw today."
For much the same reasons she was training Lemonpaw whilst Turtlestream recovered, she thought it important to take out Creekpaw. Soon the two young toms would be scouts; this time was instrumental for their progress and development.
The rustle of the apprentice den alerted Sandheart to Lemonpaw's entrance and she gestured with a flick of her head for him to approach. "Good timing!" She purred. "I thought we could go for a patrol - Creekpaw can come too. Maybe you two can show me some of your fighting techniques along the way?" Sandheart's enthusiasm for her craft was contagious. Despite her smaller frame, her swift movements and intelligible wits allowed for her to be a surprisingly tough opponent in battle.
[ i assume that the three of them will be going on the patrol with jacarandabloom so i think we just kind of stall in camp until creekpaw and lemonpaw hear about the patrol and want to go? ]
 Shellsong
With - [ Sunchaser, Jaggedscar ]
Location - [ Camp ]
Sunchaser's morning cheer was contagious - although Shellsong always found her mood uplifted when in the company of her best friend. Purring softly, the tortoiseshell nodded slowly, "A lot has happened," her meowed was soft and gentle, much the stark difference to the jovial sing-song of Sunchaser. "I was thinking about going to Calm Falls, actually..." Her tone trailed with an expectant rise at the end, though when she opened her maw to ask if Sunchaser would like to join, she noticed a movement nearby.
The last cat that Shellsong would have expected to approach her was Jaggedscar. The timid molly jumped at his sudden appearance and she sheepishly straightened up. Being too kind for her own good, she did not want to give the impression that she found his presence... ominous. Bending deeply as she dipped her head, she responded with her typical wavering voice - typical when she spoke to those she wasn't particularly close to. "G-good morning, Jaggedscar." Her paws shifted timidly over the dusty earth causing clumped of recently wet chunks to stick to the fur in her paws. "I suppose I will need a scout if we will go to Calm Falls, what do you think?" Turning her head nervously, she looked to Sunchaser for approval.
 Baywatcher
With - [ Redwave, Silvertide, Geckotail, Coastdawn]
Location - [ Elders Den]
Baywatcher's dull amber eyes flickered open at the first sounds of a visitor. Situated at the far end of the den, it was unlikely for his movement to be noticed; a flick of the ears was just as easily disguised as a sleeping movement as it was a sign that he'd heard Redwave's hushed voice furl throughout the confined space. His head turned away from the entrance, he risked a somewhat amused flick of his whiskers as he heard Geckotail's harsh remarks in return. Once Silvertide became involved in the conversation, Baywatcher figured he was safe enough to rise from his sleep without being dragged into whatever drama was about to unfold.
Baywatcher slowly turned his weathered countenance towards the small huddle of cats forming in the den entrance. He fluttered his gaze between the four other cats and began a slow groom over his soft, thin coat; an easy way to appear noncommittal to the going-on of the others. Ears perked, he maintained his safe distance as he listened.
 Featherfoot
With - [ Wavecrest ]
Location - [ Camp ]
"Hmm..." The tabby molly tipped her head quizzically at the puny prey pile. "I could have sworn there was a perfectly good lobster here a few minutes ago..." It had been a treat that she'd been eyeing since the night before - it had appeared again in her dreams and she knew it was her destiny to devour it when she woke. However... it was gone now. Sighing wistfully, she resigned to having to live in memory of the prey that she would not soon forget. I suppose I'd best be going hunting first anyways, the kits and elders will be getting hungry soon and what we have here will certainly not be enough for us all.
Slinking away from the pile, Featherfoot glanced around camp, considering who she might invite to join her on the early morning hunt. Near the apprentice den, Sandheart was gathering with Creekpaw and Lemonpaw - although she would need a scout, she figured that Sandheart might prefer to patrol borders instead of scout a hunting patrol given she was with the two senior scouting apprentices. Looking towards the hunters den, she noted Shellsong, Sunchaser, and... Jaggedscar. Frankly, she would rather avoid being the company of the eerie black tom. Looking towards the elders den, Redwave was disappearing into the midst, not that she particularly enjoyed the sour toms company. I guess everyone is busy. She watched as Crocodilefang and Rookfall ducked into the healers den and finally, then, Featherfoot let out a exasperated sign. "Some days it feels like everyone is either injured or caught up in their own devices recently." She shook her head and moved towards the hunters den. Someone had to be available.
She ducked her head into the den and called the name of the first form she saw. "Wavecrest!" She took no precautions to speak in a hushed, gentle tone as she roused him from his slumber. "Come hunt with me!" Her tone was cheery - perhaps too much so considering the time of day.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 11, 2022 9:53:31 GMT -5
LemonpawLemonpaw nodded excitedly, finding the molly's enthusiasm contagious. "Yeah, that'd be great! I actually have a few new moves," he purred proudly, sticking his nose up in the air. Despite the apprentice's lanky, slender build he was an amazing fighter. He was an alright hunter, good enough to bring a mud crab back to canp every now and then.
He shuffled his paws excitedly. He never lost the fierce want to learn, and he was glad that he was assigned Sandheart as a temporary mentor. He looked over to the scouts' den. He noticed the tortoiseshell fur of Shellsong and the golden pelt of Sunchaser. His heart alnost stopped as he noticed Jaggedscar. He was terrified of the tom, and, despite his excitement to become a scout, he dreaded the first night he'd sleep there. Sleeping near the ominous tom was creepy to him.
As he thought of mentors, he realized with a pang of sadness these were his last moons of apprenticeship, and that there was a good chance his mentor wouldn't heal until his ceremony. He was easy to read; he was sure al the other apprentices knew how worried he was for Turtlestream.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 11, 2022 10:29:41 GMT -5
JaggedscarJaggedscar's seemingly red gaze turned to Shellsong. "Good morning..." He trailed off, a thought popping up in his mind. What if, he speculated, what if I try to ally myself with some cats? He felt stupid for not thinking of this earlier. He felt like he desrved the position of an Oracle, he deserved it more then any of Coconutfall's offspring, reigning upon all the other cats in the Clan; he'd change every rule, every aspect, every cat of HibiscusClan. His leadership would be legendary, for sure; he'd be deserving of every praise, every compliment. Everything would work according to how he wanted it to. Just the thought of his eternal leadership sounded magnificent to the tom. And maybe, maybe once, his father would regret choosing Saltwhisker over him.
Of course, this ally hasto be easy to deceive; easy to kill when the time is right. Maybe some kittypet would be willing to help me? Kittypets are naive, he thought, they are always mesmerized by warriors like myself. I'll venture out later, and find the stupidest, fattest kittypet I can. And I'll force it to spy on this Clan instead of me. That way, if it is caught, nobody will know it was me... Afterall, my brother is too stupid to turn against me, and the Clan would rather trust me over some random kittypet.
I'll think of this tonight. I have to deal with these cats, first, he concluded, scrunching his nose in disgust. He disliked talking to other cats if it didn't benefit him.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 11, 2022 10:46:29 GMT -5
Geckotailwith redwave, silvertide, baywatcher and coastdawn Tealraven aether swallowtail Feathertalon
Geckotail flattened her ears at the sight of Coastdawn. She hadn't forgotten their fight from a couple of sunrises ago. She hastily remembered how hostile she seemed when she joined the Clan at the ripe age of six moons old. With a pang of nostalgia, many memories from her apprenticeship flashed before her eyes. Things had changed, however, and she was worried no apprentice will ever be able to experience the same (relatively) carefree apprenticeship she did.
"Good morning," she stated plainly, her green gaze similar to a burning leaf. She glared at her fellow counselor, anger seeping through her paws as she unsheathed her claws, scraping them across the den's floor. A low, hushed growl lower then a whisper rumbled in her chest; a warning.
She turned back to Redwave expectantly, a curious look on her face. She felt no need to ask him what he needs, as she had already done so, but something in the tom's eyes was off. Scarily enough, due to this the molly showed the slightest bit of discomfort. Her eyes held an unclear emotion. He reminded her of someone...
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 11, 2022 10:56:28 GMT -5
She blinked a couple of times before yawning tiredly. "Yup, I'm awake now," she said, her voice hoarse and sleepy. "Yeah, that'd be nice." She stretched her paws in front of herself. She began to lick her pelt, starting with her face. Once she was done, she began to complain lightheartedly. "This nest is warm, but dirty. Gross!" She jumped off of the bed, shaking her pelt and, much to her disgust, clouds of dust emerged from her fur. Otherwise, her tortoiseshell shape was clean.
"I heard you talking in your sleep." She smirked, a knowing look on her face. "What were you dreaming about?" Despite disguising her curiousity with a teasing demeanor, she really wanted to know. Maybe he was dreaming about being chased by a crocodile, or something? That's how my sister screamed when she dreamt of a crocodile, she pondered, nostalgia settling in. Wait- my sister?!
Cassia began to panic internally. Not this sister thing again. She swiped her paw over her ear. That didn't happen!
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 11, 2022 11:06:43 GMT -5
Swiftsplashwith open !!
Swiftsplash's chest rose and fell as he snore lightly. He spent most of his time sleeping lately; despite feeling useless and good for nothing these past few days, Saltwhisker reassured him that his sleepiness was a good thing because that meant he wasn't as active, letting him heal properly. Swiftsplash felt the healers were overdramatic with his treatment; he felt alright, except for the bugs in his fur...
His pelt felt hot, sticky and horribly itchy. He reopened the wound on his back leg by itching, much to the healers' demise. They said he'd have to stay in the healers' den even longer. Sometimes he felt the need to just squeeze out the juice of every plant they had in their stash onto his wound and hope for the best.
His eyes fluttered open. Where's everyone? With a pang of annoyance, he remembered he was no longer sleeping in the scouts' den. I'm stuck here. Right.
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Post by thejadestorm on Aug 11, 2022 14:14:12 GMT -5
algaewing
Algaewing's nose twitched in the crisp morning air. Her pelt still smelled like she'd waded into a pool steeped in herbs as she vigorously groomed as per her morning routine. She and Kiwipaw had spent the rest of the day crafting various mixtures to test the following day - Algaewing had agreed that bringing together a small pool of bug-suffering test subjects would be the best way to carry out the experiment, and so she was preparing herself for something she'd been avoiding ever since the disastrous Neophyte announcement of the season.
Talk to her father.
Asking the Oracle for help in organizing the cats is the most efficient way, Algaewing tried to convince herself as she slowly approached his den. Besides, even she had to admit, she and her father were due for a talk. It had been a long time since they had a proper conversation beyond "hello" and "yes. it is a good day. good bye."
She nipped at a healing bug bite, then winced as she regretted that. Well. At least the bugs gave her some mercy last night.
Taking a deep breath, she announced herself. "Good morning, father. Are you busy? There's something I'd like to discuss with you.
mintsong with jacarandabloom (@tealraven)
Mintsong slowly stalked out of the den, bad mood thundering over her like a sour storm cloud. She'd caught a bit of a sniffle after her rain-soaked rage the night prior, but she was determined not to let it show, no matter the discomfort. After raking some lime leaf poultice she'd gotten from the healer's over her searing bites, Mintsong walked moodily over to the fresh kill pile for some breakfast.
She was not looking forward to the day, and she barely tasted her meal as she mechanically gulped it down.
"Jacarandabloom," she said when she spotted the younger cat, "when are we headed out on this patrol?" She looked up at the sky, where light rain drizzled on their heads. "What with the storm last night, the rain could and is washing away the boa's scent as we speak. The Ravine is going to be a nightmare to trek through with all the mud we're bound to encounter."
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Post by thejadestorm on Aug 11, 2022 14:40:23 GMT -5
butterflypaw
Butterflypaw was the first to rouse. She blinked her eyes wearily before turning to see Whitepaw sleeping nearby. Her shoulder muscles ached as she unfurled to stretch them out. Ah. That's right. She'd stuck by Whitepaw's side throughout the night.
As she glanced over her friend as if the other apprentice had somehow ceased breathing or spawned purple boils all over at night, Butterflypaw felt a flicker of relief. She knew Algaewing said not to tell Coconutfall, but all Butterflypaw wanted to do now was brag. To every cat who would listen. That's my friend, everybody! Especially if the boa really was dead...
At least she didn't get into too much trouble. She didn't have parents to yell at her for breaking rules and jumping headfirst into danger, after all. She felt like her mentor trusted her, and even stern Algaewing seemed mildly impressed. This all was a great relief - she didn't even have to try and talk her way out of trouble like usual.
Well, might as well start her apprentice duties and chores around the healer's den. She noted the poultices already prepared and Parrotcall was already helping a few cats near the entrance, a spot in the den Butterflypaw liked to call "the lobby." As she passed Swiftsplash's nest, the warrior shifted, blinking his eyes open.
"Oh, you're awake," she said, keeping her mew low as to not disturb anyone else in the healing nests. "How are you feeling, Swiftsplash?" The apprentice nodded to his leg. "Here, let me change your bandages."
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 11, 2022 16:05:30 GMT -5
Swiftsplashwith butterflypaw thejadestorm
Swiftsplash nodded. "Thanks," he said, his voice hushed. As the apprentice examined his leg, he nipped a bug bite on his front paw, a tiny mew of pain escaping the scout's mouth. "These bugs are killing me!" He licked the bite urgently, the small cut feeling itchier and stickier then ever before. He looked over to see his leg.
It was getting better; was. Due to how much he scratched his back leg the wound reopened and was now back to the start of the healing process. The skin surrounding the boa bite was red and quite inflamed, with many, many bug bites littering it. The wound itself was dark red and incredibly itchy; the white scout feared he'd reopen it again.
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Aug 11, 2022 16:59:18 GMT -5
Yoko // ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · Yoko watched Cassia leave his side and the dust that escaped her pelt floating in the air. " I didn't even realize that this nest was dirty! ", an annoyed Yoko said to Cassia as he followed her lead. The tom jumped away from the nest and started to groom himself. The taste of dirt and dust met his tongue and he coughed, trying to get rid of the taste quickly. " You were right Cassia," Yoko coughed once more, " We aren't sleeping there again tonight from this day forward!" Yoko noticed the molly's amused look and his ear twitched, knowing that the she-cat was going to say something to tease him. " Me? Talking in my sleep?", the cat mewed confused. He then quickly understood she was talking about his dream earlier. I talked in my sleep? How embarrassing!, Yoko said to himself as he licked his chest fur to hide his blushing. " Well, I had a dream about me successfully catching a mouse, but the mouse disappeared right when I was going to take a bite out of it," Yoko looked at Cassia before continuing, " I knew it was too good to be true since I can't hunt very well." Yoko's white fur began to bristle because of how he admitted how useless he was, even in his dreams. " I didn't know that I talked in my dream. Sorry if I was loud though, Cassia. ", the loner quietly said.
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 11, 2022 18:41:34 GMT -5
SILVERTIDE elders' den / with redwave & other elders
Silvertide's nest was near the front of the den so she made no motion to join the others crowding around the entrance. She flung her head lazily over the side, resting her chin on the lip of her nest, tail-tip flicking. She snorted at Coastdawn's indignant retort. "You're an elder; all you do is lounge around and sleep all day." Notably, she did not include herself in this statement. She tired of doing nothing all day and considered it a waste of her retirement.
This was why she leaned forward in interest as Redwave spoke his intent. Her eyes crinkled in a mischievous smile. "Advice, you say? Excellent. I love giving advice." She folded her paws neatly beneath her and settled her gaze on the ruddy tom. She flattened her ears in irritation as Geckotail unsheathed her claws and aimed a low, warning growl in Coastdawn's direction. Last time those two had gone at it Silvertide had just returned from the dirtplace and nearly got caught in the crossfire trying to get back to her nest.
"If you flea-brains start screeching at each other again I will claw your pelts off," she mewed pleasantly. "Now, how can we help you, lad?"
WAVECREST camp / with featherfoot
A quiet groan escaped the grey-and-white tom when a familiar voice fell on his ears. He unfurled himself and shifted to an upright position, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the morning rays fanning through the den entrance. Standing before him outlined in pale golden light was Featherfoot. Her ridiculously bright mew suggested she'd already been up for awhile.
Try as he might, Wavecrest struggled to sleep and rise early. He'd been this way for as long as he could remember. Memories of his mother either telling bedtime stories to him, singing to him, or outright shushing him when she'd had enough of him keeping her and his brother awake were strong in his mind even after all these moons. He still could not seem to force his eyes to shut before moonhigh, and each morning he had to fight his way to wakefulness.
"Good morning to you, too, Featherfoot," he muttered, stifling a yawn with the back of his paw. Around him, many of the nests were already empty. Alarm propelled him to his feet. It must be later than I thought. Stretching and shaking the cobwebs of slumber from his legs, he padded over to join the tabby molly. "Hunting, sure, okay. Anyone else coming?" His voice was soft with sleep. Too tired to argue, he trailed quietly after her.
KIWIPAW camp / open; mentions whalespirit
Whitepaw's injury and Butterflypaw's concern over her must have caused Kiwipaw more stress than he'd realized; the little brown tom had all but collapsed into his nest at the end of the day and slept solidly through the night. When he woke this morning, his shoulders were stiff and the back of his neck was sore. Either he'd slept in a crooked position and not moved all night or he was still carrying some residual tension from yesterday. Both were possible.
But Whalespirit had come by the healers' den in the late afternoon after visiting his kits and told Kiwipaw they'd be training today, so the apprentice hauled himself out of his nest, padded outside, and seated himself just beside the apprentices' den to wait for his mentor to pick him up. He tried not to let his gaze linger on the freshkill pile. His stomach rumbled and his mouth watered.
I hope Whalespirit shows up soon. He pressed a paw to his belly. He wasn't supposed to eat until he'd done at least one of his apprentice duties or made sure the queens and elders were fed; whichever came first. The longer he waited, however, the more tempting it was to sneak over and inhale the entire freshkill pile.
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 11, 2022 18:43:42 GMT -5
PARROTCALL healers' den / with rookfall & crocodilefang; mentions lilypool
"Certainly!" Parrotcall replied exuberantly. Now that the other healers were beginning to stir he no longer bothered to keep his voice down. "I can always make room for a strapping young scout such as yourself! Here, I think I've got just what you need." The healer beckoned Crocodilefang forward and sifted through his poultices for one that fit his needs.
"A few scratches, you said?" He looked to the surly tabby for confirmation. "Earned from heroically defending your Clanmates, no doubt?" His blue eyes twinkled with mirth. He would never admit it, but part of him did admire the scouts for doing what he could never do. Sure, he could defend himself if need be, but only in dire situations. He could never bring himself to harm another cat. He'd have trouble justifying it to himself even if his own life were at stake.
"You scouts are always eager to tell me about how you got yourselves banged up whenever you're in for treatment. Now, whereabouts are these scratches? You can tell me all about them while I apply these poultices." Parrotcall's seemingly meaningless prattle served another purpose: keeping cats engaged in conversation often distracted them from their discomfort while he treated their wounds and ills.
Without looking up, he added, "Oh, Lilypool? Rookfall's here to see you." He shot Rookfall a sly look and nodded him further into the den.
SUNCHASER leaving camp / with shellsong & jaggedscar
"Oh, well, that's good! Sleep is always good," Sunchaser returned. Trying to coax more than a few words out of Jaggedscar at a time seemed like a useless exercise. And she was usually pretty good at chatting up quiet cats. She'd discovered that most were happy to have someone to talk to or do the talking for them so long as they didn't have to initiate. She didn't really understand why it was so hard for some to start conversations, but then again, she didn't understand a lot of things.
An awkward beat elapsed among the trio. "Well, one scout for every non-scout is the rule, but I guess you can come," she said to Jaggedscar. She didn't like that he was making Shellsong uncomfortable but felt like refusing him might actually make things worse. She was pretty sure, anyway.
"Calm Falls it is, then! I don't know about you, but I could definitely use some relaxation after everything that's been going on!" Sunchaser draped her tail across Shellsong's shoulders and swept her forward, steering them toward the camp entrance. "We could catch some breakfast on the way and take it with us! I could really go for a fruit dove right now. Or maybe a lorikeet. What about you?" If she kept talking it might distract her friend from Jaggedscar's weirdness and help her feel more at ease.
STORMSURF camp / eavesdropping on redwave & elders
Stormsurf was a cat who noticed things.
To everyone else, he appeared nonchalant, careless. He was that apprentice who always goofed off and never paid attention in training yet still managed to pass his assessment with flying colors, much to the annoyance of the others. He never seemed to work hard at anything, but he got things done. Just because no one saw him do anything didn't mean he wasn't busy. Too many cats these days were ignorant of what was going on right under their own noses.
But most of the time that suited him just fine.
Today, he saw Redwave stalk over to the elders' den with a lobster clamped in his jaws and a determined expression. His aggravation was clear in each step. Here was a tom who was easily prey to his own turbulent emotions. He'd always been, but his father's recent revelation seemed to have wound him up even tighter. It was all very interesting to watch, Stormsurf thought. Redwave had been busy lately. Something was going on in his head, though the healer wasn't sure if anyone else had caught on yet.
But Stormsurf had. After all, he noticed things.
"So what are you up to, O ill-fated son of Coconutfall?" He murmured to himself. Once the other tom had vanished into the den, Stormsurf casually strolled over to listen in, positioning himself near enough the freshkill pile that he could pretend to be mulling over his breakfast options while eavesdropping.
@ no one in particular
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 11, 2022 18:44:48 GMT -5
JACARANDABLOOM camp / with mintsong, sandheart, & lemonpaw
Jacarandabloom had definitely not had any trouble sleeping last night. None whatsoever.
In fact, the only reason she was up early was because of her anticipation. She was so excited to get out there and kick some boa tail she could hardly keep any prey down. She'd decided to skip breakfast so she wouldn't be sluggish and full of food if and when the time came to fight - not because she felt like she might throw up at any moment.
Jacarandabloom was not nervous. She'd chosen the best cats for the job -- best in skill if not character and morals, given that Sandheart was coming along -- and laid out the plan. It was fairly simple: track the boa to its nest, finish it off, and smash any eggs. It was going to work. She'd certainly gone over it enough times in her head.
The dilute torbie was so busy pondering and pacing she almost collided with Mintsong. "Ah! Mintsong!" She jerked her head up and shuffled backward, quickly rearranging her startled features. "Good, you're up." She nodded curtly when the other warrior expressed her concerns about the rain and mud. "My thoughts exactly. Be ready to go in a few minutes. We need to get out there before we lose the trail."
She'd already checked in with her father before gathering the patrol, as promised, and briefed him once more on the plan and who she was bringing with her. Now she just needed to find Cliffstorm, Creekpaw, Lemonpaw, and... she sighed. Sandheart. Bracing herself, the young scout marched over to the ginger molly and the apprentice and demanded, "Are you two prepared?"
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Post by thejadestorm on Aug 11, 2022 20:28:48 GMT -5
butterflypaw
Ow, Butterflypaw thought, just looking at the bite site. It's just begging for an infection to sink in. "You've really gotta stop scratching your wound," she said, cleaning the site with a damp ball of moss and picking up a soothing balm to rub into it. "Your claws have got all sorts of gross bacteria in it - you're inviting an infection party each time you scratch your bites!" Her tone was very earnest, and appalled at Swiftsplash's scratching habits. While it may seem odd for an apprentice to chide an older warrior, Butterflypaw had zero qualms mimicking the healers around her.
"Hmm," she said thoughtfully. "Maybe if I rub in something stinky - like, really, really stinky - you'll stop wanting to bite at your bug bites. And wrap it up in tons of cobweb to protect it from scratching..." An evil look crossed her face. "Maybe if I take one of those big palm leaves and wrap it around your head like a cone you won't be able to bite anything at all..."
mintsong
"Good," Mintsong grunted, giving her pelt one last swipe before trotting after Jaracandabloom. Even in her grumpy state Mintsong had to admit she respected the young warrior's straightforwardness, taking Mintsong's complaints in stride and already ready to go.
She grumbled some more under her breath as the two of them approached Sandheart and Lemonpaw. If she'd known her sister was going to be tagging along by pure virtue of substitute duty, she'd never had agreed to come along. This being the day right after their stormy argument, Mintsong felt awkward and tense.
Whatever. She'll just focus on nabbing that horrid boa.
"Your paws and noses better be ready," she said, narrowing her eyes at the apprentice in particular. "This is no ordinary patrol."
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Post by shoe on Aug 11, 2022 23:17:19 GMT -5
hi, I'm shoe! I'm interested in joining, if you'll have me. I've made 4 characters, and all of them are open for possible relationships/kinships if anyone is interested 
shallowhaze - hunter - 18 moons old - molly
a silver tabby molly with pale blue eyes and a lithe build
[ absent-minded - impressionable - polite ]
blackfang - scout - 51 moons old - tom
a tall, black and white tom with amber eyes and a missing tooth
[ dutiful - headstrong - solemn ]
orchidshade - scout - 23 moons old - molly
a calico molly with green eyes, though one eye is slightly lighter than the other
[ observant - cunning - charming ]
eelnose - hunter - 29 moons old - tom
a thin, scrawny brown tabby tom with green eyes
[ sheepish - complaisant - devoted ]
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 12, 2022 4:21:21 GMT -5
Swiftsplash
"Now that's just plain evil," he muttered, raising his eyebrows. "However, I'm sure I am so well liked that every cat in HibiscusClan would try to help me through my cone misery!" He flicked his ears, a stupid grin plastered onto his face. "By the way, I don't really do this consciously... The other day I was asleep and scratching my wound, apparently. Saltwhisker shook me awake 'cause he thought I was not asleep. He's insane, I tell you," he complained, keeping his voice quiet as he sat his head down on the mossy nest.
What he had said earlier was true; he often scratched his wound while he slept or unconsciously while talking to somecat. He sighed; he felt like he would be confined to this den forever.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 12, 2022 4:33:43 GMT -5
Cassia smiled warmly, gazing at Yoko. "Well then we'll try making that dream of yours come true today!" Her smile wavered as the tom apologized. "Stop beating yourself up over everything. I actually found it endearing," she purred teasingly.
She looked around the abandoned Twoleg nest, her nose scrunching in disgust due to the dust. She winced before a tiny sneeze escaped her nose. "Ew! I'm going to try cleaning this place up today. Maybe dampened moss could work for the floors?" A thoughtful look crossed her face. "No, not moss. We'd need so much of it! Maybe palm leaves..."
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Aug 12, 2022 5:06:08 GMT -5
Yoko // ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ ·Yoko looked back up and smiled after hearing Cassia's optimistic reply. The tom walked towards Cassia and pressed his pink nose against her shoulder. " I hope so. Maybe you should teach me so that I can make it a reality. " Yoko purred. Yoko ignored the last comment Cassia made as he didn't have anything to say. The cat pulled his nose away from her shoulder right before she sneezed. " Yeah, this place is a blessing for keeping us safe, but it's so dirty!" Yoko said as a shiver ran through his spine as he thought about grooming his coat once more. Yoko's eyebrows then raised before mewing, " Should we really go try to look for palm leaves? Isn't there anything else that'd work better?" Yoko's tail twitched knowing that looking for the materials to clean the Twoleg nest was in the territory of the clan that lived in the jungle. Yoko then sighed and looked down. " I just don't want to run into those clan cats. They'll probably claw our ears off if they see us taking their precious resources away from them. Especially since I've been caught by a couple of them yesterday.", Yoko said as he moved closer to Cassia. His gaze locked with her green eyes. He wanted to show Cassia that he was at least smart about his actions.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 12, 2022 5:13:36 GMT -5
Jaggedscar
Jaggedscar nodded, briefly acknowledging the golden molly's talking. He quickly realized she was talking so much and so quickly to distract Shellsong. Poor little Shellsong, so scared of a little black kitty, he pondered sarcastically, narrowing his eyes. Today is going to be interesting.
As Sunchaser discussed what prey they'd be taking with them, the jet black tom's thoughts wandered. No. Not even a kittypet is that stupid. I'll have to do what I need to do by myself. It's best that way. But at the same time... Maybe I could trick some apprentice into allying with me? Most of them are terrified of me anyway.
He looked ahead, his gaze sharp and fixated onto something before him. He seemed dazed and quite at peace with himself. The Calm Falls sound nice. Maybe I'll even go for a swim there...
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 12, 2022 6:42:02 GMT -5
hi, I'm shoe! I'm interested in joining, if you'll have me. I've made 4 characters, and all of them are open for possible relationships/kinships if anyone is interested
shallowhaze - hunter - 18 moons old - molly
a silver tabby molly with pale blue eyes and a lithe build
[ absent-minded - impressionable - polite ]
blackfang - scout - 51 moons old - tom
a tall, black and white tom with amber eyes and a missing tooth
[ dutiful - headstrong - solemn ]
orchidshade - scout - 23 moons old - molly
a calico molly with green eyes, though one eye is slightly lighter than the other
[ observant - cunning - charming ]
eelnose - hunter - 29 moons old - tom
a thin, scrawny brown tabby tom with green eyes
[ sheepish - complaisant - devoted ] They look good! I’ll add them after work, but you’re free to start roleplaying c: |
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 12, 2022 12:21:55 GMT -5
Cassia tilted her head thoughtfully. "Hm... Maybe there is something on that wooden contraption. Like a rag?" She gazed towards the wooden piece of furniture. She approached it, jumping on top of it and beginning to look through the items on it with the help of her front paw. She quickly found a dusty, dirty red rag with many burns and holes on the edges. "A-ha! Here we go... It's a bit... dusty, but there is a water source nearby!"
She gripped the rag in her jaws, making sure it wasn't too deep in her mouth by having it hang by a corner. "I'll use this for the floors and other stuff."
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Aug 12, 2022 14:52:23 GMT -5
shoe welcome )
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Post by shoe on Aug 12, 2022 15:24:32 GMT -5
Feathertalon thank you! I'm now realizing I joined at a bit of an odd time, considering I'll be out of town for the weekend. I'll be free to roleplay to my heart's content on monday
rob lucci's wife thanks for the welcome!
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Aug 12, 2022 16:13:53 GMT -5
Yoko // ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ ·" We should go find some water for it. And I've been getting a bit thirsty for a while already. ", Yoko mewed. He noticed how dirty the rag was after Cassia pointed it out. He gave a disdained look towards the rag before sticking his tongue out at it. " Come on, let's go! ", Yoko said with a smile before turning towards the exit of the Twoleg place they stayed in for the night. Upon walking out of the shelter, his fur was met by the sun. " Wow, it doesn't even seem like there was a storm yesterday.", he purred as he felt the warm sunlight. That happiness was quickly gone as soon as Yoko stepped on the soft, cold, and wet ground. He jumped back upon contact and hissed. " T-the ground! It's still gross! My paws! My fur! They're stained! ", Yoko cried as he attempted to clean his fur, but it was no luck. The mud was spreading across his white fur with every lick Yoko did. " Why does the universe hate me!", sighed Yoko under his breath.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 12, 2022 20:11:50 GMT -5
Coconutfall »
A rustling from nearby roused Coconutfall from his slumber. With eyes still closed the brown tabby stretched out his front legs, slowly allowing his back legs to follow suit, arching his back in a soft ‘n’ shape. He lay like that for a moment longer before finally opening his eyes.
Watery light blurred his vision as he blinked himself awake to the world. His eyes landed on the familiar form of Sandheart as the molly exited the den, and as she left his vision he felt an emptiness inside his chest. Ever since becoming public with her it was hard for Coconutfall to not be at her side. He understood they had different jobs that took them away from one another throughout most of the day, but he had been away from her for so long, mates in secret that could only pass quick longing glances at one another from opposite sides of camp. Now he could be with her, and not having her at his side left him with an ache that had only one cure.
A sigh slipped off his tongue. For as much as he wanted to be at Sandheart’s side he knew they both had tasks to oversee today. For Coconutfall there wasn’t much on the agenda. He supposed he would go outside and see if Jacarandabloom’s patrol had departed for Gecko Ravine yet. He would like to keep updated on the progress. It was important to know about these things, and even more so to him as his daughter was the one leading the patrol.
But before he could leave his den and search for the dilute tabico, the voice of another one of his daughter’s rang in his ears.
Coconutfall paused. It had been some time since he had last spoken with Algaewing that went beyond simple greetings or mere acknowledgements. He took in a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever his daughter might have to say. The oracle was prepared for a scolding, but perhaps the outcome of this would end up okay. He was willing to give it a try if anything.
”Come inside. I’m never too busy for your concerns, Algaewing.” Redwave »
Even a blind shrimp could see that there was tension between Geckotail and Coastdawn. Amber eyes flickered between the two elderly mollies, inquisitive about what had transpired between the two. He wondered if perhaps Coconutfall had been the reason between the spat. Perhaps the counselors were just as split between everything as the rest of the Clan was. Redwave remained silent, thoughtful. He’d have to be careful here. Getting the elderly felines on his side may not be as easy as he had hoped, but he could do this. He had to do this.
It wasn’t until Silvertide addressed him that he allowed himself the attention once more. Redwave squared himself, head tilted upward and legs stretching, pushing himself to his full height. Regardless on if Coastdawn and Geckotail wanted to tear into each other’s throats or not, Redwave had an agenda that he demanded be listened to.
”We’re all aware of what’s been happening in the Clan,” he started, nodding toward the three mollies before glancing further in the back where Baywatcher groomed himself in the distance. Even if the elderly tom didn’t want to directly involve himself, Redwave would still include him. He was curious to see if the old tabby would have any input by the end of this little gathering. ”Since then I’ve been curious, wondering about our Clan’s traditions and ways. It’s always been the way of the Ocean to pick the next oracle and then that oracle’s mate. From there one of their kits will receive the title of neophyte. That’s how it’s been from the start. Yet now…now we have our oracle breaking the tradition. He cast aside his chosen mate for another, and with that mate he had another litter. Those kits have oracle blood, but does that still make them worthy of being candidates for our neophyte? Tradition has never steered us wrong, so why should we try and change it when it’s a working system?” That’s where he took pause, allowing himself a breath and giving the elders time to digest what he was saying. Unbeknownst to him another set of ears sat outside listening to his speech, a new ally or foe that Redwave was unaware of.
Once he felt that he had given the counselors some time, Redwave questioned, ”Should we, as a Clan who has never been wronged by our code, follow an oracle who has deceived us? Do we cast aside all we know and allow our neophyte to be the result of infidelity? Thoughts? Opinions?” Redwave searched the faces of each counselor, even Baywatcher, eager to hear what they would have to say.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 12, 2022 20:17:05 GMT -5
Crocodilefang »
Parrotcall was a little too much this early in the morning. He was a talker and a cat who enjoyed adding flare to even simple tasks. Even when fully awake and ready for the day he could be a bit much, but for what it was worth he did his job, and he did it well. Crocodilefang had never gone through a bad experience with the tomcat, and for what it was worth the ginger and cream healer always knew the best way to help a wound heal or how to calm down an illness. He was a rowdy sort of character, but as long as he did his job efficiently then Crocodilefang had no reason to bring up complaints.
As Parrotcall rattled on, Crocodilefang situated himself in a nearby nest that was presumably used for patients. The moss was well tended to and clean, but the scout felt no warmth coming from it that signaled the nest as being a healer’s bed. His eyes wandered over to Rookfall. Concern crackled in his chest at the sight of the downcast scout, but as Parrotcall requested Lilypool Crocodilefang knew he was in good paws. Like Parrotcall, Lilypool was an excellent healer. Not that any their healers were poor at their job, but there were a few that had lost a few points of respect in his mind. Unfortunately Whalespirit was one of those cats after the little debacle they had on the patrol the day before. That, of course, was of no importance right now, and as Parrotcall was reading the poultices needed, the scout gave him his now undivided attention. ”From a scrappy pair of rogues,” he informed the healer. ”We were able to chase them off, but as you can tell, not unscathed.” With that he turned himself so that the long slash that went across his back and down his flank was facing Parrotcall. ”Bleeding has stopped already, but it’s a bit more tender than I’d like it to be.” It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle pain, he knew he could do that well, but Crocodilefang wasn’t an idiot. If a wound hurt and continued to do so then it could become infected and an infection was the last thing the scout wanted. He wasn’t so proud that he would deny himself medicine and fall ill to something that could have been prevented.
With an explanation out of the way the scout settled himself in the nest even more, preparing himself for whatever poultice Parrotcall would stick to him. Lilypool »
Lilypool hadn't been awake for long when Parrotcall called out to her. Her fur was still ruffled in a few areas and sleep still littered her eyes, but when she was needed there was no time to worry about appearances. That’s what she usually thought, but her mind stopped when she heard who was here to see her.
The calico tabby paused in her steps, heat flushing through her body at the mention of Rookfall. If he was needing her because of an injury or illness then there was no time to stop and groom out her pelt a bit more, but if he was just here to see if she needed a scout to go outside then surely a few minutes could be spared so that she could look presentable. These two thought processes argued in her mind for a few minutes before she finally made her decision - if something was wrong then she couldn’t waste precious time. The way Parrotcall spoke didn’t alert her to anything super serious, but time was still of the essence in the scenario of a wound or sickness no matter how minor.
Despite how she looked the young healer emerged from deeper within the den, offering a warm smile toward her fellow healer and Crocodilefang before spotting Rookfall. Instantly the buzzing heat from earlier wrapped around her. It didn’t last long when she noticed how droopy the black tom appeared, immediately alerting her that something was wrong; she rushed over to him, eyes wide, concern dripping off her like rainwater. ”Rookfall, what happened? What’s wrong?” She looked him over frantically, not hiding the worry she felt for the scout.
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Post by swallowtail on Aug 12, 2022 23:04:26 GMT -5
sorry catching up on replies, been busy welcome, shoeCREEKPAW WITH - SANDHEART AND LEMONPAW
LOCATION - CAMP
TAG - ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · AND AETHER
Creekpaw dipped his head at the sight of the older scout, then regretted it instantly. seeing the many raised eyebrow that got him. He felt like giving one to himself. Submitting to a gentler form of greeting, he trooped up to Sandheart, a cheerful ‘hi’ escaping his mouth.
Really, Creekpaw, he thought, how could you forget the clan’s problem in a moment? He shook his head at himself. Crocodilefang would be disappointed. Think, Creekpaw, he told himself.
He gazed at Sandheart intently, trying to keep his attention on the molly scout, which was hard when your annoying hunter apprentice brother was trying to distract you. He couldn’t risk giving a quick irritated glance at Gulfpaw, who was standing atop the apprentice den, sticking his toungue out at the scout apprentice.
He turned firmly the other way, to find Sandheart telling he and Lemonpaw they were going on a patrol. He couldn’t help but feel annoyed. Who did Sandheart think she was? She wasn’t even his mentor! She was just Coconutfall’s sorry old mate!
Courtesy, Creekpaw. A voice said in Creekpaw’s head. She’s just trying to help you. He sighed, then tried to concentrate on the coversation instead of who he was having the conversation with.
“Well, I guess I don’t have any new moves to share. And by any chance can we do something more... interesting?”beckoning jacaranda |
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Post by swallowtail on Aug 13, 2022 0:16:47 GMT -5
OSPREYFEATHER WITH - BLUEPOOL
LOCATION - PALM COAST
TAG - ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ ·
Ospreyfeather finally picked up the look on Bluepool's face. I was right, thought Ospreyfeather, she probably does hate me. The yearning was clear on his face, wishing someone would be fine with him. But it seemed no one would. Maybe he would grow up in the clan with no one at all. Not even Bluepool, he thought. A shadow crossed his face. He wouldn't ever feel loved.
As Ospreyfeather was lost in thought, a small, green leaf drifted down and landed on his nose lightly. "A... achoo!" Ospreyfeather shook his head and the leaf dropped from his nose. As it landed on the forest floor, Ospreyfeather caught sight of it properly, and squinted at it curiously. The leaf was curved in an unnatural heart shape. Osprefeather looked at it with a fire burning in his eyes. You came down daringly, unafraid, but in the end I liked you. You took a risk. . .
Ospreyfeather picked up the leaf, and turned to Bluepool, now sure of what to do. "Bluepool," he said, placing the heart-shaped leaf in her paws, "I. . . love you."I can cut out the last bit if its not to your liking ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ ·. |
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