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Post by Tealraven on Aug 23, 2022 16:51:24 GMT -5
( there we go! so sorry for the long wait!! >.< )
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Aug 24, 2022 3:34:12 GMT -5
Cloverstep // ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · & swallowtail- " Palm Coast?" Cloverstep started imagining the soft sand, warm sun, and of course the abundance of fish they could catch there. " I don't see an issue going there." Cloverstep couldn't help but smile. She was super excited as she hasn't been able to go to Palm Coast for such a long time. She suddenly thought of the ocean that resided so close to Palm Coast. How the water complimented the sky, how it never managed to fail with prey there, and how fun it was to simply relax and listen to the waves. " Do you think it'll be safe if we cool off in the ocean that's nearby Palm Coast? It is pretty warm right now." She turned her gaze towards Silentwave and hoped his answer would be the one she was expecting.
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Aug 24, 2022 5:47:59 GMT -5
Yoko // ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ ·- Yoko noticed the temperature change of Cassia's fur as he pressed against her. He didn't have to look at Cassia's face to know she was blushing. This made the loner smile. " Hunting for my own food?" the tom repeated her words before looking down at her, " Sounds fun, so sure we might as well do that. Besides the ocean is better at night." Yoko's tail twitched as he didn't want to hunt. Well, the tom did, but he knew it was going to take a while as he was a slow learner. Although he knew it'd be a frustrating practice session, at least he'd feel more useful for once.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 24, 2022 7:45:35 GMT -5
Cassia
Cassia nodded, slightly disappointed. Oh well. It doesn't matter now.
"Well, let's get going now," she mewed, standing up and stretching her paws out in front of her. "I can't stay here a moment longer."
She walked up to the crack in the wall, peeking out to see the weather. The grass was dewy and dripping with raniwater, but the ocean looked as normal as ever. She smiled; she would get her paws wet, but only a bit.
She stepped out, breathing in the fresh, lush scents around her. She was always grateful for the spot she found, somehow before anyone else. It was dusty, but warm and sheltered.
Suddenly she bounded forward, leaving Yoko behind. "C'mon, pretty boy! The prey won't catch itself!" Her voice was loud enough for the white tom to hear as she raced towards the outskirts of the jungle. Here, she found much prey; mice and lorikeets, most often.
She sighed dreamily as the scent of dew hit her nostrills. The pleasant scent of dew was closely followed by a scent of mouse; a mouse moments away from her reach. She hesitated; maybe she'd let Yoko get this mouse? No, she won't. She'll show him her true capacity first.
She bent down into a hunter's crouch, slithering across the grass as she did so. Her pupils dilated as the small brown rodent entered her line of view, blissfully unaware of its' dreadful fate. Paw by paw she crept forward, avoiding a twig as she did so. Suddenly she leaped, unsheathing her claws and trapping the small critter in her paws. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 24, 2022 11:43:54 GMT -5
Redwave »
Redwave turned a narrow gaze toward Geckotail as the elderly molly began to speak once more. His ears twitched as he listened, eager to know what she had to say, curious to know if she’d finally get the point he was trying to make. She seemed to be understanding now, or she at least was acting less likely to throw insults at him for bringing up the Clan’s tradition. The question she brought up did have him thinking, though, and for a moment he remained silent, mulling over what she had pointed out in her inquiry. The tom shook his head. ”Perhaps he simply favors his new litter over his first and now that they’re apprentices he wanted to make sure one of them got oracle training. The only way for him to do that is to announce to the Clan that the Ocean chose one of them.” Why he had picked Tigerpaw was another question Redwave had about it all. Lionpaw and Whitepaw looked like capable young felines, strong and independent, cats the Clan could be proud of. Tigerpaw was bright and cheery, certainly a cat who had the social aspect of it all down, but was that brightness a sign of kit-like nativity as well? Redwave pondered in silence. No matter what it was he didn’t believe Tigerpaw to be fit for oracle and while he could stand there and praise his other half siblings he was sure he’d be just as bitter toward them if either of the mollies had been chosen over their brother.
The situation had seemed iffy at first. Redwave had been standing on shaking ground with the elderly felines, but now the land was stable. He was no longer fretful of falling. The counselors were seemingly agreeing with him now, prepared to help him right the wrongs Coconutfall had made.
A triumphant smile parted the hunter’s maw. ”We will have our rightful oracle before long. Do we -“
Words failed him as the stable ground crumbled under paw. Redwave stared between Silvertide and Geckotail, eyes wide, searching, vaguely annoyed. The bob of a tail he had twitched, ears swiveling back. ”The Clan would surely listen if the counselors agree,” he started, clearly not having thought much about another dethroning beginning because of his own actions. ”Who would go against their elders?” In all honesty there would bound to be felines out there to not agree with the retired scouts, hunters, and healers, but surely if the counselors backed him up then the Clan would mostly agree… Redwave huffed, frazzled ever so slightly by the two mollies’ counter argument. ”Care to tell me if any of you have thoughts on this?” The tabby would never outright admit he had no solution to this problem, but with how he held himself and how he was addressing the counselors, there was no doubt Redwave was caught in a web that he couldn’t free himself from.
Tigerpaw »
Stiff worry briefly blanketed Tigerpaw’s body. Blue eyes shifted toward the healers’ den so quickly it could have easily been missed, but the way he held himself told it all - he worried about his sister. She was tough and capable and Tigerpaw knew she’d make it as HibiscusClan’s strongest scout, but he had heard about what happened with Swiftsplash and Turtlestream. If the boa had taken down fully trained scouts then it could have easily taken Whitepaw’s life. She was lucky, but it pained the young tom knowing she had even been injured to start with. Batpaw’s next statement perked the young tom back up, his shoulders loosening and his eyes once more alight with joy. A toothy grin flashed toward Batpaw followed by a chirped, ”Yeah! Not that serious, she’ll be back in the apprentices’ den tonight for sure!”
With that thought carrying him through and lifting his mood, Tigerpaw bounded toward Coconutfall’s den, tail waving for his companion to follow. Would the oracle be busy? Perhaps he was still asleep, or maybe had just woken up. Would there be any training today, Tigerpaw wondered. Would today be the day where he spoke of the unnerving vision he had received from the Ocean? A shiver ran down his spine at the memory of the blood red water pulling him deeper and deeper, drowning him without mercy. His steps faltered as it clouded his thoughts, his body remembering how real it felt, how tight his chest had been from no air, how panicked he had been, how heavy his entire body felt when the Ocean had finally released him from its omen. How thankful he had been that Ripplepaw had been there to help him after it all even though he had told her nothing.
Tigerpaw shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to jump into those thoughts. He padded closer to Coconutfall’s den, slowing his steps as he neared the entrance. It didn’t take long before his ears picked up on the sound of chatter, and soon he recognized the voice of his father and one of his newly realized half sisters, Algaewing. He took a step back. Curiosity had him wanting to eavesdrop, but a larger part of him was nervous to find out what they were discussing. ”He’s talking with Algaewing,” he told Batpaw quietly. ”Should we find some other cat or did you wanna wait? I’m not sure how long they’ll be…” He trailed off, tail twitching. Coconutfall and Algaewing could converse with one another for a while or not long at all. It was a fifty-fifty, and while Tigerpaw was willing to wait he had no idea how Batpaw felt on that matter.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 24, 2022 11:45:08 GMT -5
Crocodilefang »
There he sat, keeping silent and listening to Parrotcall as the slender pointed tomcat continued to speak. A twitch of his ear was all he gave at first when the healer commended him on having a positive quality. Crocodilefang had received praise before, but he couldn’t recall a time in which he had been called ‘modest’. Blunt and forward were words that had been used to describe him, but modest? That was a new one. Parrotcall was digging for words here it seemed, and while at any other time Crocodilefang would have spoken up and knocked the compliment away, he allowed it. Perhaps it was him feeling off thanks to the wound, but a miniscule feeling of warmth buried its way into his chest. It squirmed around, a little worm that had found its way inside. The sensation was odd, but soon replaced by a sharp tingle that ran from his flank up to his spine the moment Parrotcall administered the poultice atop the slash.
The scout drew in a breath, holding the air inside his chest for a moment to allow the initial wave of pain to ebb. Once he had adjusted to the feeling he exhaled, body loosening ever so slightly. It was then that he found his voice. ”Perhaps so, but the rogues were sloppy in the end. The tom we battled was nothing short of furious, and that emotion cost him the battle.” Not to say that Crocodilefang jumped into battle emotionless - there had been plenty of annoyance building up inside him during that skirmish - but he knew how to control his feelings, how to bottle them up and push them down rather than allow them to surface. He kept his mood level on the outside, not allowing how he felt to influence his actions. Sure, he was known to snap and be a grump around the Clan, but that was only due to idiotic cats playing with his last nerve. Beyond that he was level-headed and thoughtful, or so he liked to think at least.
It wasn’t long before Parrotcall concluded his medical administration. Crocodilefang turned to look at his flank, catching sight of the herbal poultice that had been applied. The fur in the area felt sticky and pressed almost uncomfortably close to his skin, but the wound itself felt a lot less achy. There must have been a numbing agent in one of the herbs Parrotcall had used.
Once he had inspected the fixture, Crocodilefang got to his paws. He dipped his head in gratitude toward the healer. ”I’ll keep myself to camp today, or no further than Calm Falls.” He recalled just a few days prior when Lilypool and Algaewing had asked him to escort them to Calm Falls. With all the drama sprouting up Crocodilefang wouldn’t be surprised if another cat or two requested his presence while they took to the waterfall for some relaxation. ”I’ll see you later, then.” He turned to leave, but just before he slipped out of the den Crocodilefang glanced behind his shoulder to look at Parrotcall. There was a moment of hesitation, and then a quiet, ”Thanks for looking it over. You’re a fine healer, Parrotcall.”
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Aug 27, 2022 1:54:23 GMT -5
Yoko // ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ ·- " Pretty boy?" Yoko blinked with surprise, " That's new!" The tom purred quietly before jumping down to follow Cassia. The tom felt like a snail compared to Cassia. After a while, the tom was out of breath. The tom stopped for a breather and he stretched. Am I this out of shape? This is so bad! The white cat felt embarrassed at how low his physical abilities has dropped. Was it always this bad? Surely it was, the tom never cared about his abilities up until now. After gaining some energy, Yoko noticed Cassia was far ahead. The tom simply followed her scent and he finally found her. He assumed she had caught a creature as she had her claws were unsheathed and she was crouched. " Ah!" Yoko called from behind her, " You caught something already? " The tom was a little impressed as they have barely left the Twoleg place and in such a small time frame, Cassia had already caught something while he was regaining his breath. " Make sure to leave some prey for me to catch!" Yoko smiled after that sentence. The only problem was that the tom forgot that he didn't know how to hunt. Blushing, the tom looked at Cassia and coughed, " About that," He looked down, shuffling his paws," Do you think you can teach me right now?"
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Post by shoe on Aug 28, 2022 13:19:27 GMT -5
Blackfang
with: open at Camp
Blackfang stood vigilantly near the edge of camp, an effort to ensure the safety of the camp. The big tom stifled a tired yawn, internally cursing his body for producing such an obnoxious mechanism. But the yawn was not without reason; Blackfang had been having trouble sleeping for quite some time now. He had developed an overwhelming feeling of helplessness caused by both the Oracle's scandal and the boa incident. Despite his mild fatigue, the scout was determined to do everything he could to help his clan in these trying times.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 28, 2022 15:05:55 GMT -5
Skinkstripe »
The day was still young with the sun having just poked above the horizon - though the lingering drizzle from the storm the day before sheltered the camp with a drowsy fog and a light blanket of rainfall. Despite the youthful day Skinkstripe had already experienced her fair share of some hectic hours. Everything had gone smoothly for her when she had gathered her three kits up for the night, the trio exhausted after having played with Cliffstorm for some time. It had been one of the few times the queen had ever settled a litter in easily for bed, and she herself had managed to fall quickly asleep beside the three once everyone had been situated. Only a few hours into their slumber did Dovekit wake up, eagerly pawing at Skinkstripe’s face until she had woken up.
Her son’s eagerness held no malice within it, only a youthful curiosity that knew no bounds or time restrictions. Once Skinkstripe had escaped her sleep Dovekit begged to explore camp. He wanted to see all the other dens and the fresh-kill pile. He wanted to explore what lay outside the nursery. The queen was proud that her usually timid son wanted to so desperately explore beyond what he knew, but he had picked the worst time to want to do as much - the storm had mostly tamed itself by that time, but thunder had still echoed within the sky above. Not only that but most other cats would be curled up asleep in their dens and would not enjoy a rambunctious kit going around camp with no thought that he was too loud. Mother and son argued - Skinkstripe didn’t think she could honestly call their back and forth conversation an actual argument - for some time until finally Dovekit admitted defeat. He had trodden back to his spot in the nest, downcast and unable to fall back asleep for quite some time, Skinkstripe staying up alongside him despite her own weariness. Eventually her son had fallen back asleep, and while the queen had dozed off not long after, it wasn’t enough and before she knew it the dawn had woken her up, the scout within her naturally rising with the sun. She cursed her body for not letting her sleep any longer, but knowing she wouldn’t be able to get any more sleep she decided she might as well start her day.
Gently she slipped away from her nest where her litter still lay asleep. Before leaving the nursery she asked Vanillabloom if she would watch the kits, the white molly already awake as well. With her kits looked out for, Skinkstripe left the nursery. It wasn’t long until she spotted a fellow scout near the edge of camp. She made her way over toward Blackfang, nodding toward him in greeting. ”Didn't sleep well?” She questioned as she took a seat beside him, making it known that she’d be visiting for longer than just a quick chat. While Skinkstripe loved her kits and wouldn’t change being their mother for the world, she longed for the day when she’d be able to join scout patrols once more and defend her Clan. Spending time with Blackfang, a fellow scout that was only a few moons younger than she was, would do her well. It would be a change of pace, and it would keep her soul from aching for scout life too much.
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Post by shoe on Aug 28, 2022 16:17:07 GMT -5
Blackfang
with: Skinkstripe Feathertalon at Camp
Blackfang, whose senses had not been severely dulled by sleepiness, turned his attention to the sound of someone approaching. Turning his head to find Skinkstripe, the faintest hint of a smile appeared on the big tom's muzzle, pleased by the fact that she was willing to join him. He returned a nod to her, to show her that he was most grateful for her company. Perhaps some conversation would bring energy to the scout.
Blackfang cleared his throat before replying, in an attempt to avoid a slight grumble or rasp in his already low voice. "Good morning Skinkstripe," He started, addressing the queen respectfully before responding to her question. "I suppose I'm not doing a good job at hiding it, I've had some difficulty sleeping as of late. I'm sure a mother of young kits might have a similar problem."
Blackfang appreciated the she-cat's inquiry of his well-being, acknowledging that the queen may share his lack of sleep, albeit for different reasons. He had yet to experience anything even remotely resembling child-rearing, but he was not a fool to the difficulty of raising kits. The tom found the notion of parenthood akin to battle, and thus he admired Skinkstripe to the highest extent. Though he missed Skinkstripe's presence among the scouts on patrol, he was delighted by the presence of kits in the clan.
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Aug 29, 2022 2:24:19 GMT -5
Batpaw // Feathertalon - "I sure hope so! Whitepaw is extremely talented, I'm sure she'll be back on her paws in no time." Batpaw looked at Tigerpaw and smiled. He knew the apprentice next to him would turn anxious if he had said anything else other than words of encouragement. Batpaw was just as terrified as Tigerpaw actually. The thought of a boa taking down many of the best cats in their clan made him quite anxious to go anywhere out of camp alone.
Batpaw watched as Tigerpaw hesitantly walk closer to their oracle's den. Is he really afraid to bother his own father? Batpaw turned his small head and waited to see if Coconutfall was available to do a training session with the two of them. Batpaw shook his fur before following Tigerpaw. The tom stood behind the apprentice from a small distance.
"Algaewing?" Batpaw's amber eyes looked down then back up at the tabby, "I wouldn't mind waiting a few more minutes, but they keep talking their mouths off, we can leave them in the dust because I'm not spending this nice morning sitting on my butt." It was obvious the tom was itching to have fun with someone as young as him and he knew he wanted to experience that with Tigerpaw the most since it's been a while since the two caught up with one another.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 29, 2022 17:20:46 GMT -5
Cassia
Cassia smiled, nodding. "Sure. I'm not really much of a teacher though... so, I guess, just watch and learn?" Her calico coat flushed with embarassment. She really didn't like admitting she was bad at something, but here she was.
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Aug 30, 2022 3:43:16 GMT -5
Yoko // ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ ·Yoko licked his chest a couple of times before mewing, " Heh, I think I'll be able to quickly pick this up with a few demonstrations." Yoko puffed his chest full of confidence. He had to prove to Cassia and himself that he was useful and meant to do more than just look pretty. The tom followed Cassia's actions and also sniffed the cold air. Multiple scents flowed through his nose; prey, the humid yet cold air, and of course the salty ocean. " Not much luck here," the tom turned his narrow head towards the calico, " You probably scared them all off with how good you are." The tom blinked. " Let's go deeper into the jungle, perhaps our luck will improve." Yoko walked in the direction of bushy, green shrubs and the tall trees that loomed over the ground with green vines covering the bark. The cat tried to walk quietly as he didn't want to alert any potential prey that lurked around the two of them. Then a small thrush came from the left direction. The tom quickly jerked his neck in the direction the sound came from. " Cassia!" the tom tried whispering as he turned his head back to Cassia, " What do I do? There's a thing hiding in the bush!" Yoko was nervous as he stood as perfectly still as he could to avoid the creature freaking out and running off. He needed to catch this prey!
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 30, 2022 7:49:52 GMT -5
I lied about replies yesterday oops, but they’re coming today for sure!
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 30, 2022 13:10:08 GMT -5
Skinkstripe »
Skinkstripe neatly wrapped her tail around her paws as she settled down comfortably beside Blackfang. She found it relaxing that he was so open and inviting to her joining him, not that she had ever had a problem with the black tom being prickly toward her, but with everything going on between boa attacks and the oracle’s scandal, even the most easy-going of cats were turning sharp-tongued. There was sure to be some unease in her fellow scout, but he didn’t seem to be taking it out on those around him. Instead it seemed to be messing with his sleep schedule - that’s what Skinkstripe was assuming anyway.
Amusement glinted the molly’s features as Blackfang brought up her lack of sleep. She thought back to Dovekit and how he had so eagerly wanted to explore camp despite it being much too late in the night for such an adventure. Her whiskers twitched with silent laughter. For as much as she had wished for sleep during all that she knew she couldn’t change anything about her kits. ”Now that their eyes are open and they can walk, it’s becoming harder and harder to keep them in the nest. They want to explore, even if it’s in the middle of the night,” she mused. ”It can be frustrating, but I can’t ask for more when my kits are healthy and fit.”
While she had it in her to talk about her second litter for longer, she quieted herself on the matter for now and instead shifted a questioning eye toward the tomcat. Her gaze was astute, calculating even. The question that then came from her was quieter, posed only for Blackfang’s ears. ”Has your lack of sleep come from the wonderful drama the Clan has found itself in?” There was so much going on within the Clan, from Coconutfall’s disloyal cowardice to the rampaging boa covered in bugs. Along with that Turtlestream and Swiftsplash were out of commission still, leaving the Clan down two scouts that were needed more than ever. Skinkstripe’s relaxed figure tightened. Her tail-tip twitched with frustration, the tips of her claws now protruding from her paws. The fire that she was known for having ignited within her, her usual spunky self shining through. ”What I wouldn’t give to skin that boa alive. If it weren’t for my kits I’d march out there and have that snake gone in no time. Don’t you feel that way, too, Blackfang?” There was nothing stopping Blackfang from leaving camp to go after the boa besides the fact that he was surely more thought out and planned than Skinkstripe; she would go out there without a single thought behind her while Blackfang would probably at least have the forethought to bring a patrol along to back him up.
Tigerpaw »
A lot was running through Tigerpaw’s mind. Part of him wanted to step closer to the den, to maybe hear a hint of what his father and half-sister were talking about, but then again he was scared to. What if they were talking about him? He doubted Algaewing thought fondly of him due to the circumstances, and while knowing her opinion on him would be somewhat relieving to know, another part of him wasn’t sure he could handle the truth.
He stood there in silence for a long moment, teetering on the edge of staying out and getting closer. Eventually the fear of knowing the truth won out and he took a step back, body deflating with a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in. ”Yeah, a few more minutes and then we can do our own thing if they’re not done,” he agreed somewhat absentmindedly to Batpaw. Even in the presence of a rather good friend Tigerpaw was distracted, his mind running a million miles an hour with a thousand different thoughts. He wanted - no needed - to speak with his father about the vision he had received. But what was he talking about with Algaewing? Was it about him or his sisters? Was it about Sandheart? Unknowingly to him his ears fell flat upon his head and his tail-tip gave a harsh twitch. The brown tabby roughly sat down, half aware that he had even done as much.
Eyes full of confusion and emotion turned to Batpaw. Tigerpaw’s voice was weak as he asked, ”What do you think they’re talking about?” Batpaw wouldn’t have the true answer, no cat but Coconutfall and Algaewing would, but right now Tigerpaw would take anything to try and ease his growing unease.
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Post by shoe on Aug 30, 2022 14:09:00 GMT -5
Blackfang
with: Skinkstripe Feathertalon at Camp
Blackfang felt a small grin tug at his face as the queen told him of her kits' growth and the hijinks that followed. Healthy kits were a blessing, something to smile about, and Blackfang was grateful. Reasons to smile were too few nowadays. His countenance promptly dropped, and he met Skinkstripe's gaze with a dismayed look. "Wonderful" was not the word Blackfang would use to describe the recent events that had transpired. His trust in Coconutfall had been all but broken the moment his betrayal had been revealed, and now the clan was faced with a dangerous, serpentine threat.
As much he admired Skinkstripe's will to do what needed to be done, the tom understood that certain precautions had to be taken. Any mistake could be fatal, even Blackfang knew he could not face the boa alone. Still, the scout yearned for the chance to free his clan from this dreadful peril. "I must admit, in what little sleep I do get, I dream of gutting the wretched snake. Were you to undertake the task of killing it, I would gladly accompany you. I'm certain the clan will feel much safer with you back in action, once the time comes," Blackfang said, his heart racing a little faster with the thought of slaying the boa once and for all.
But at the end of the day, ending the boa would not repair the trust broken within the clan. "Perhaps with the boa dead, we could devote more energy to resolving the clan's internal conflicts. Though I would imagine that would not be half as easy as killing that awful snake. Still, what I wouldn't give for just a little more peace," Blackfang spoke, finishing with a soft sigh.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 30, 2022 19:31:56 GMT -5
Skinkstripe »
Truthfully it was the fact that she had kits in the nursery that kept Skinkstripe from going out to deal with the boa herself. Were the trio not around or already apprenticed like their eldest brothers then the ruddy molly would have asserted herself into the serpentine scuffle; it took all she had in her to not go out there, but she knew she needed to be there for her kits. It was selfish of her to tackle the boa all by herself, or even with a group, and risk getting injured, or worse, and leaving her moon old kits without a mother. Vanillabloom would surely step up and care for the litter herself, but the white molly already had enough to deal with as it was, adding three kits who were only a moon old to all that would not be a good idea. "That boa has five more moons before I can tear into it. I hope to the Ocean that it's taken care of well before then, but if not..." Her words trailed off, but her unsheathed claws said it all - if that snake was still around after her current litter was apprenticed then it had a whole new storm coming its way.
"The interpersonal drama we have better be solved before then as well, but I have a feeling it won't be. Coconutfall has done a lot of damage, more so than what can be resolved in five moons." Skinkstripe was somewhat on the fence about it all, well, she wanted it to be over with so that things could go back to normal, but there were some things about it all that kept her thinking. Coconutfall had severely damaged Vanillabloom and the kits they had together, and that could not be forgiven. If Whalespirit ever came out and told her that he had taken another mate behind her back and had a litter with a second molly then Skinkstripe would be furious. The boa would have an easier time with her than Whalespirit would. But there was the part of her that believed every cat should get a chance to be with who they truly loved, not with some cat the Ocean decided to pair them with. Though Coconutfall should have brought it up outright with Vanillabloom, should have told her his heart belonged to Sandheart from the beginning, rather than string the white molly along only to be with another in secret. When it came down to it, Skinkstripe blamed Coconutfall. He had chosen the coward's path. He went against the rules. Sandheart as well. She had stayed in the shadows, keeping her relationship with the oracle a secret. She had bore Coconutfall's kits while Vanillabloom so carefully helped her. Coconutfall and Sandheart were to blame here. Skinkstripe huffed. "I've never seen the Clan so divided before. It's unsettling, and I don't like it." She flicked her gaze off toward the nursery. This was what her kits were going to grow up in, a Clan that was split in half. It would be all they know, unless something happened that resolved all of this quicker than most expected.
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Post by shoe on Aug 30, 2022 20:34:48 GMT -5
Blackfang
with: Skinkstripe Feathertalon at Camp
The possibility that the boa would live to torment the clan for another five moons sent a shiver up Blackfang's spine. He would hate nothing more than to see another one of his clanmates hurt or even potentially killed as a result of the failure against the boa. Blackfang had no kits or mate to be responsible for, his only obligation was his duty to his clan. Should it require his life to kill the boa, the scout would gladly give it to ensure it would not take another of his clanmates. Nevertheless, Blackfang silently prayed that it would not have to come to that.
Blackfang's front paws shifted slightly, his tail adjusting with a brief flick while he contemplated the state of affairs as they currently were. Tensions within the clan had risen so high he was afraid he may drown in them. But no matter how divided the clan was, the tom could not forget his duty. Yes, his trust in the Oracle had faltered, but his loyalty to the clan and the Ocean most certainly did not. "I have faith that we will be able to see this through. We are as strong as they come, and no matter what happens, Hibiscusclan will become stronger because of it."
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 31, 2022 13:43:23 GMT -5
Skinkstripe »
Skinkstripe supposed that her fellow scout was right. HibiscusClan was strong. They had some of the finest cats among their ranks, and if they could just stand together and unite then all of this should surely pass. But that was an ideal world. The Clan was divided, and getting every cat to set aside their differences and unite as one Clan once again would be much easier said than done. They needed a leader that would bring them back together, and Coconutfall was not that cat. He had been the one to split them apart, had been the one to push aside tradition and do as he pleased under the noses of every cat.
The molly narrowed her eyes. ”The Clan is strong, and I know we have cats more than capable of doing whatever they set their mind to.” Skinkstripe herself was one of those cats. She knew she had valuable skills to give to the Clan. She knew her worth, realized that she was strong in her own ways and could tackle any challenge head on, but she also realized that she was only one cat. The Clan needed to be rallied together. ”But we also need a leader we can rely on. Coconutfall isn’t that cat,” she muttered. Curiously she wondered how Blackfang would react. Did the other scout believe that as well, or was he one of the few that still believed Coconutfall to be their leader? Silently she awaited his response, eagerness prickling her mind.
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Post by shoe on Aug 31, 2022 23:18:36 GMT -5
Blackfang
with: Skinstripe Feathertalon at Camp
Blackfang nodded in agreement as the molly attested to the clan's strength and willpower; it could not be denied that there were many with the drive to go above and beyond. The scout hoped that he could be considered one himself, but he could not help but feel doubt creep in as Skinkstripe spoke. Surely Blackfang was more than capable in his abilities as a scout, but he lacked the ability to choose for himself. The scout was content following orders, in fact he was happy to do so if it benefited the clan. But could Blackfang really take matters into his own paws? The tom's whiskers gave a twitch of anxiety.
Blackfang stood quiet for a moment to ponder Skinkstripe's words, it didn't help that he felt almost interrogated under the she-cat's gaze. What's done was done, Coconutfall's actions had sired inescapable consequences. The Oracle made his bed, and now he must lie in it. "I want what is best for the clan. If that is not Coconutfall, then so be it. But it is not up to me to make the final call, I alone do not have that power," The tom replied with a solemn, almost hushed tone.
He couldn't help but wonder what ramifications could result from Coconutfall's usurpation. Would the clan become more divided or would they rejoice in fresh leadership? "And I certainly would not know how to go about naming the one who should succeed him," Blackfang said, thinking of the Ocean's Neophyte. He did not know much of Tigerpaw, but the tom was doubtful of the young cat's ability to unite the clan, considering the circumstances.
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Post by thejadestorm on Aug 31, 2022 23:40:32 GMT -5
(*wheezing* i am back! ty for waiting on me!)
algaewing
Keep impartial.
This was the thought that rang through Algaewing's head as she carefully tucked her tail over her front paws. "I wish to organize a proper experiment," she said, "with a control and variable group of cats infected by bug bites. I wanted to ask for your help in organizing said cats. Since organizing cats is part of your job..."
She didn't mean to say that last part out loud. It sounded too pointed.
"Ahem, since I have bugs, I could or should be part of the group - no, since I'm leading the experiment I should not be a subject - after all, my bites have not been bothering me recently - wait. Have I had new bites since last night?"
For a moment forgetting her father's presence in her quest for knowledge, Algaewing checked herself over. "Did - did something work? Did Kiwipaw and I find something...? But we did not apply any herbs? Did we?"
It took a moment to remember Coconutfall sitting awkwardly nearby. "Ah. I apologize. Bugs." At once she snapped back to professionalism, and it may strike Coconutfall in that moment that his daughter was trying to emotionally distance herself from him as much as she could.
butterflypaw
Butterflypaw hummed as Swiftsplash spoke of apprenticeship, listening as she plucked some bark pieces typically used for medicine, seeking out some cobwebs. "I guess we all long for what we don't have," she said, turning back to him. "I can't wait to be full haler. To make the calls. To prove myself. But... maybe once I become a healer I will begin wishing for apprenticehood again." She shook her head as she began wrapping the bark against Swiftsplash's wound like an extra-tough bandage. "Funny, that."
She looked up at the mention of Saltwhisker. "That's weird," she said. "I haven't noticed any fever or sign of sickness from him lately. You mentioned he seemed..." A look of realization, then mischief crossed her face. Gossip was honey to this apprentice, and she pounced at once. "Hey, so, have you ever noticed Swiftwhisker acting... funny or flustered around any one cat in particular...?"
mintsong
with jacarandabloom (@tealraven), sandheart, and lemonpaw
"I have not," Mintsong said with a lash of her tail. "Frustratingly. We have meeting times for a reason - if they can't show up for patrol we should just set off without them." There was more impatience than dismissive in her tone. It was clear by how her claws dug into the muddy earth and the way she pointedly looked away from Sandheart that she itched to get through the border patrol if only to get away from her sister.
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 1, 2022 3:42:01 GMT -5
Jaaaaade, welcome back!
I’ll try to get replies up later ~
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 1, 2022 19:25:14 GMT -5
Replies for sure coming tomorrow after my classes!
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 2, 2022 10:41:34 GMT -5
Skinkstripe »
It was true that Skinkstripe agreed with Blackfang. No one cat held the power in their paws to change the leadership of the entire Clan, but that did not mean they were at a standstill with this. Get enough cats together who harbored the same opinions and then change would happen. It could be achieved, Skinkstripe was sure of it. Being stuck in camp with her kits had given her the chance to notice a lot more than she would have if she were out in the forest or on the beach with a patrol. There were a lot of cats who felt unease with Coconutfall, a lot of cats who could no longer trust his leadership. Get all those cats together and something would be done. ”Enough cats together could push for change. It would start small, everything does, but it would grow into something that can’t be ignored.” The queen’s thoughts were given a voice as she spoke them aloud. These words were perhaps blasphemous but Skinkstripe could not care less about the ramifications. What she thought couldn’t be changed, and she cared not about who heard her words. Blackfang just happened to be the chosen target of her opinions this morning.
While her opinions on Coconutfall were strong and apparent, her thoughts on Tigerpaw were conflicted. The young apprentice had no say in who he had been born to, and Skinkstripe was sure he had no say in Coconutfall choosing him as the neophyte - the look of shock and confusion had been incredibly apparent on the day the announcement was made to the Clan, so much so that there was no denying his expression had been genuine. While Tigerpaw was a fine young cat that had been thrown into a whirlwind of a mess, Skinkstripe had her misgivings about him one day leading their Clan. He was the oracle’s son, and technically had the right to be heir, but he wasn’t the kit of the molly the Ocean had chosen for Coconutfall. ”Our next oracle should be one of his kits with Vanillabloom,” she muttered out loud, tail flicking back and forth with thought. Another thought then appeared, and as the thought formed itself the ruddy feline inclined her head ever so slightly, eyes looking upward. ”And if not one of them, then perhaps this is the Ocean’s way of telling us it’s time for a new bloodline to step forward…”
Coconutfall »
A twinge of uncertainty ruffled through him at the mention of organizing groups of cats for this experiment. Coconutfall had always been an indecisive leader, unsure of who exactly to pick for patrols and every day activists. It should come easy to him, he had been chosen by the Ocean, and it only that, but he was a thoughtful cat - though thoughtful in the sense that he’d ponder over a problem for much too long and that’s when all the indecisiveness would show itself. He’d pick apart every option until the possibilities became overwhelming, rendering him without a decided answer. Algaewing’s request would prove difficult for the brown tabby. Not only was he surprised by it, but now he wasn’t even sure how he could properly help, but he’d try. Algaewing was still his daughter, and he cared about her and would try everything he could to support her.
Wanting to help the mottled brown healer out, he dipped his head all the while hoping his weariness was well masked. ”I believe that can be accomplished.” Then, hopefully he added, ”With us working together.” It was an invitation for them to work on not only this experiment but on their relationship. For all the wrongs he had done there was no doubt that Coconutfall loved his kits - all of his kits. He was awkward around them, distant as well, but he cared for them all dearly. They were his pride and joy, cats he hoped he could do right by. Maybe he had ruined a lot for them, but he wanted to make amends. He wanted to be a father they could be proud of in the end.
Intently he listened as his daughter went on, intrigued by her talk of the bugs bothering her less. His head tipped to the side, questioning. ”What was that?” He inquired softly. Her sudden change in demeanor spoke to him in a way that Algaewing did not actually verbalize. The oracle attempted to ignore the tightness that was clutching his chest. His daughter did not want to delve into anything truly personal with him. It was understandable given everything as of recent, but Coconutfall wanted to change that. He wanted all of his kits to be open with him, to know that he was there to listen and help whenever they needed regardless of anything. ”Have you and Kiwipaw stumbled upon something?” Coconutfall wasn’t going to let his hopes get too high that she’d start opening up, but nonetheless he was hopeful for an answer.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 2, 2022 12:08:15 GMT -5
Swiftsplashwith butterflypaw thejadestorm
Swiftsplash tilted his head thoughtfully, twitching his ears. "Uh... Let me think." His mind clouded with thoughts as he fumbled through them like a kit trying to find its' mossball. Why, of course he had! Algaewing. But it couldn't be... or could it? The white scout blinked, mumbling thoughtfully as mischief glittered in his eyes.
"Well... you know, I wouldn't like to embarrass him..." His gaze shifted to his wound as the calico molly worked up his treatment. "I trust you. But for the love of the Ocean, don't confront him or the other cat. He's... petrified, and very oblivious," he murmured, a tiny smile painted on his face as he remembered his first kitty crush. "I think he's been a bit flustered around Algaewing. But don't tell them!"
He planted his head onto the mossy nest beneath him, his eyes glued to the healer apprentice. He was anticipating her reaction. Embarrassment flooded through his whiskers; he didn't even know the young calico all that well. But, she did seem like the type to gossip a lot... Oh, no. What have I done? What if she tells someone?
He sighed. Welp, it's no good to beat myself up over it now. What's happened has happened.
A smile crossed his face. "He's so oblivious. How'd I not tell he had a crush before? I mean, you're more love-smart then me, clearly. Probably why I get no mollies," he exclaimed dramatically, closing his eyes as he pushed his head back and placed a paw on top of his forehead.
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YOOOO jade!!!!!! glad to have you back:D *insert tap on the shoulder*
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 2, 2022 12:15:29 GMT -5
Cassia
Cassia mentally pawed her face. She sniffed the air before dropping into a low hunter's crouch. "Thrush," she muttered, silently following Yoko. "Just... drop into a hunter's crouch like me, watch for twigs, and wait for it to turn its' back on you. If you mess up, I'll try to help, but birds are hard to catch after they've begun to leave."
She quickly stopped talking, her green gaze glued to the small bird. Her pupils dilated at the sight of its' soft, feathery body. She nudged the white loner lightly, like a mother pushing her kit forward. This was the moment of truth. If he didn't catch a thing by sunfall, she'd be pretty disappointed.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 2, 2022 12:27:39 GMT -5
Geckotail
Disappointment lingered in Geckotail's green gaze. "Listen, Redwave. I'm just some old cat. We've done much for the Clan, sure, but we're not that powerful. The Clan does look up to us, but young cats dislike us more then you'd think." Suddenly her gaze looked like a burning green leaf, ash, flames and smoke surrounding it. "Your plan is good, so is your idea... but you need more logic applied to it."
She looked stern, like a mother scolding her kit. Her nose was scrunched ever so slightly, and with her lightly bristling fur and burning gaze she looked ready to claw someone's face off at any moment. But she didn't, and she won't. She simply cannot. Doing so would just prove that loners are feral cats with nonsense buried inside their thick skulls. This wasn't true; she had spent her whole life trying to prove it, but no cat ever listened to her.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she blinked, her gaze suddenly glossed over with a sort of sympathy. In a way, Redwave was like her. Like the young Geckopaw she once was; angry, rebellious, determined to find who she is and determined to prove to everyone she is smart, a good leader, and just as good of a hunter as her Clanmates.
A strict glint rolled around in her eyes like a small glittering pearl. She didn't want him to fail in proving himself like she did. She tried too hard, and it destroyed her. She hoped that maybe, just maybe, she could knock some sense into him.
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Post by shoe on Sept 2, 2022 14:08:34 GMT -5
Blackfang
with: Skinkstripe Feathertalon at Camp
Blackfang lowered his head to stare at the ground, deep in thought. Coconutfall's actions had turned the tides for the clan, and nobody seemed to know which direction they were headed in. While their fates were uncertain, change was imminent. Skinkstripe was correct, change starts of small. Perhaps this very conversation was the beginning. Perhaps change had already begun.
As for the subject of who should become the new Oracle, it wasn't as if Coconutfall had a lack of offspring to choose from. And after being slighted by their father, Blackfang found it hard to imagine any of Vanillabloom's kits would dispute their claim of the Oracle position. But Skinkstripe's suggestion took him by surprise. The tradition of passing the title of Oracle from parent to progeny was old and sacred. Would it be a wise choice to break that tradition now? Could that truly be the Ocean's wish?
"Vanillabloom's kits are a fine brood, surely one of them must be up to it. But if the Ocean truly wishes for someone else to become Oracle, I pray the chosen one is revealed in one way or the other," The tom said, unsure of whether to be hopeful or worried. If the Ocean failed to make clear who the desired Oracle was, the clan would have to take matters into their own paws, which Blackfang feared there was not enough unity to do without causing even more division. "We need someone worthy. I trust the Ocean will guide us in the right direction."
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Post by swallowtail on Sept 3, 2022 7:11:51 GMT -5
[*stumbling upon* sorry for the absence of replies i need a get back here, so sorry for going missing for a while, i’ll get a reply up now! the rest will have to wait, i’m super busy rn] CREEKPAW AND CLIFFSTORM WITH - PATROL
LOCATION - CAMP
TAG - Tealraven Feathertalon ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ ·
“Someone call me?”
Two voices rang out behind the gathering cats. Two cats looked at each other in confusion. That had not been planned.
“Hi! What’s up?”
Cliffstorm’s greeting was unusually bright in the morning. That was unusual.
“Hi, I guess.”
Creekpaw’s was more subdued. He was hoping to avoid punishment after wandering off from Sandheart. Definitely not his fault. Definitely his distracting brother.
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Post by thejadestorm on Sept 3, 2022 22:43:03 GMT -5
algaewing
"Perhaps," Algaewing said, searching her memory. "If it was not the herbal mixtures, then perhaps..." It hit her like a coconut to the face. "The neem!"
An excitement rose in her. "Absurd, yet reason all but dictates it! The only herb I applied was the one Kiwipaw sneezed on me!" She was up and pacing now, the thrill of discovering the clue pulsing through her veins. "This is incredible! We need to enact experiments to determine this at once! Is the juice, no, the oils themselves? How can we apply the neem to maximize effectiveness?" The scientist part of her brain was on fire.
She looked towards her father, trying but failing to fully contain herself back into aloof professionalism. "Let us determine the number of bug-afflicted cats as soon as possible! We should go around camp and take survey -" she paused, acknowledging that she was not leader, "- that is, what do you think? Together or each take half?"
((i do want them to somehow bond in awkward conversation x3))
butterflypaw
Butterflypaw gasped dramatically. "Saltwhisker and Algaewing?" she whispered, eyes twinkling mischievously. While she was not mentored by either, she'd worked closely with the older medicine cats and received both advice and instruction. The rumor of one having a crush on the other was quite exciting to the young cat. "Ooh, that's so juicy! I can't believe I never noticed - I always figured they were snipping at each other, but maybe that's what lit the fire..."
The irony of Swiftsplash calling her more love-smart, she whose crush's mutual interest flew right over her head, was completely lost on her. Instead, she just grew all the more smug.
Already evil plans were at work in her head. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," she said conspiratorially, "that'll ruin the whole game! No, we'll have to be real sneaky like... get them to meet each other, alone, in a romantic scene... push them together into the Calm Falls..."
mintsong with jaracandabloom, sandheart, lemonpaw, cliffstorm and creekpaw (swallowtail)
"Oh good, you're here," Mintsong said with an annoyed flick of her tail. "What's got you all chirpy and you all down?"
bastiltail
Within moments, either Cassia or Yoko may notice out of the corner of their eye a small cat watching them with keen interest from within the shadows of the trees.
((i wanted bastiltail to bump into the two loners but didn't want to interrupt the hunting lesson!))
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