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Post by shoe on Sept 6, 2022 13:40:23 GMT -5
Blackfang
with: Skinkstripe Feathertalon at Camp
Blackfang gave a gruff laugh at Skinkstripe's creation of the name Sparkleshine. He pitied any poor cat who had to be stuck with a ridiculous name such as that. At the thought of his own name, Blackfang couldn't help but run his rough tongue over the gummy absence of his lower canine. He had lost his tooth as an apprentice when, during a scuffle with some rogues, he had attempted to take a chunk out of someone's pelt after a particularly nasty blow to the face had loosened the tooth. Though the embarrassment of losing a tooth so young hurt badly enough, it was immortalized when the apprentice became a scout and earned the name Blackfang.
Upon the conversation's return to a more serious topic, the tom's grin subsided. Skinkstripe was right, change within the clan was imminent, though nobody could determine what would happen next. This uncertainty was the cause of great unease, and even Blackfang couldn't help but wonder why. "Whatever reasons the Ocean may have for all of this," Blackfang's tone was solemn, his gaze lowered. "I can only hope that a solution will come quickly and it will all be worth it in the end." He knew he was being optimistic, but he would not allow himself to give into despair. He needed to be strong, now more than ever.(blackfang lore hehe)
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 6, 2022 18:40:31 GMT -5
Skinkstripe »
With that Skinkstripe agreed. Her head nodded on its own, tail twitching as she thought it all through. Surely the Ocean had a reason for all this. It worked in mysterious ways, ways that she herself would never know of until her body was returned to its depths. There was a mystery behind it all that she longed to know the answers to, but there was nothing she could do to gain the power of knowledge. Perhaps she’d learn more about the Ocean and its ways should she be picked as a new bloodline oracle. Whether she’d learn more or not it was a wonder as to why all of this inner Clan drama was happening. There had to be a reason. There just had to be, and hopefully, just as Blackfang had said, it would all be worth it in the end.
The conversation was coming to a natural end, no more needing to be exchanged between the two. Skinkstripe sat there in comfortable silence, simply glad to be out of the nursery for some time. She adored her kits immensely, but she needed a break from them every now and then, even if that break was just sitting inside camp discussing politics and whatnot with a fellow scout.
Eyes scanned the camp, flickering here and there until they came to a stop when she noticed a group of cats gathering. ”Any patrols for you today? Not picked for Jacarandabloom’s patrol?” Skinkstripe had heard talk of a patrol being sent out to try and take care of the boa once and for all. It looked like it had gathered enough attention as it was. Surely all of them would be able to rid the territory of the harmful serpent, but only time would tell in the end.
[ man i love character lore
im also loving this friendship skink and black seem to have, it's good ]
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Post by shoe on Sept 6, 2022 19:27:03 GMT -5
Blackfang
with: Skinkstripe Feathertalon at Camp
The black-and-white tom sat with the silence for a moment, watching as Skinkstripe surveyed their surroundings. He, too, turned his attention toward the group. He shook his head no, curling his tail around his paws as he did. As much as he would have loved to join the patrol to kill the boa, Blackfang did not get the opportunity to do so. "Not for Jacarandabloom's patrol, no," He said, failing to hide the disappointment in his voice. "Should they need my assistance later on, though, I will gladly hop to it."
Blackfang hoped it wouldn't come to that. Though he wouldn't be there on patrol to slay the boa, he would be there in spirit, praying for a swift end to the nasty snake and minimal injuries in the process.
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Post by thejadestorm on Sept 6, 2022 22:12:37 GMT -5
butterflypaw
"Good," Butterflypaw said to Swiftsplash. "Make sure to -"
Butterflypaw's ears at once perked up in alert. "Turtlestream! You're awake!" She hurried over to the injured scout's side, looking over the bandages. "Hey hey hey, it's okay! You're in the healer's den - I didn't wander into the wrong one, I promise." Her joke was light-hearted but her brows furrowed in worry as she tried to calm Turtlestream's panic. "You were bitten pretty bad by a boa. No venom, but lots of bleeding. You're staying here for now."
She looked over her shoulder anxiously for an older healer - Swiftsplash was a routine check. Turtlestream waking up was massive news. "Turtlestream's awake!" she yowled through the den, before turning back to the molly. "It's okay! What's hurting?"
algaewing
Algaewing blinked between Coconutfall and Tigerpaw. Oh yeah. They were related. They were all related. This wasn't weird at all.
It was just odd to try and conceptualize Tigerpaw, an apprentice she's known since he was born, as her little brother. Their relationship was so far from such that Algaewing couldn't imagine herself treating him other that just that - an apprentice she'd treat if he got a bruised paw, but not much more.
"Why don't you two come along?" she offered. Another thing her brain could not conceptualize was just how boring taking surveys would be to a youngster. "We're rounding up cats for a bug treatment experiment. Perhaps you two can talk to the apprentices." She studied them. "Either of you two suffering from bug bites of an odd nature? Rashes or terrible itching urges?"
basiltail
At Cassia's urging, Basiltail slipped out of his hiding spot, eyes glinting mischievously. "Sorry," he mewed, "Meant to introduce my presence, but my heart couldn't bear to interrupt such a soft and tender moment." His teasing eyes darted to Yoko - found yourself a molly, have you? "The name's Basiltail - oh but of course, we've met."
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Post by Tealraven on Sept 7, 2022 13:21:21 GMT -5
SILVERTIDE elders' den / with redwave & other elders
It was true that some among the Clan's youth disliked the counselors. Oh, they'd never admit it to their faces, of course. But the young and restless were never as subtle as they thought they were. Perhaps they thought that growing old also meant growing stupid and stubborn and backward-thinking. And perhaps it was true for some elders. Silvertide regarded Geckotail with an unimpressed look at that. "Hmph. Speak for yourself."
She leaned forward, resting her chin on her paws. "We can help you to extent, honey, but we can't carry you the whole way. Some of us have bad backs, you know." Her golden eyes glinted. "This is a battle of ideas, however, not teeth and claws. Your true opponent is those in the Clan who blindly follow tradition. Right now those outnumber the few who want to see Coconutfall removed from power. You need to win them to your side."
She paused, allowing him time to consider. As much as she relished speaking her mind, she didn't want to say too much; she was curious to see what ideas Redwave would come up with on his own. He was a bright young tom, full of ambition and promise. If he spent as much time using his brain as he did plotting revenge his plan might work.
"Well, you asked if I have any thoughts on this, and I do." She swiped her tongue around her jaws, moistening her chapped lips. "The older warriors are more likely to listen to us. We may be able to persuade them to change their tune." She gestured with her feathered tail to the other elders. "But, as Geckotail pointed out, those your age haven't yet the sense to respect our input. They think us too out of touch. That's where you come in. You've got to know your audience, Redwave. Make allies. Get information. Find out what they want and how you can spin that to your advantage. You need more support before you can act."
She settled back into her nest with her tail draped neatly over her front paws, eager for his response.
JACARANDABLOOM leaving camp / with boa patrol
The dilute torbie frowned at Cliffstorm and Creekpaw as they approached. She disliked repeating herself. Before she could explain, Lemonpaw jumped in to remind the pair of their very important mission.
Though it had been brief, she had spoken to both of them yesterday, hadn't she? She'd informed everyone of the plan ahead of time so they'd have a chance to prepare. Were these two forgetful as well as late? Had she made the wrong choice in asking them to come?? Between Cliffstorm's chipper mew and Creekpaw's disgruntled visage, neither cat appeared to be taking this patrol seriously.
Jacarandabloom took a deep breath, struggling to remain calm. She was in control here. It was going to work. With a rather forced exhale, she surveyed the cats she had gathered for the task. "Alright," she barked. "You all know the drill. With the help of Mintsong's hunting skills" -- she nodded to the other molly -- "we track the boa to its lair and end the threat right then and there, once and for all. If we're careful we might be able to sneak up on it and avoid any casualties." That would be the optimal outcome, of course, but it seemed too easy. A small yet undeniable part of the scout was hoping for a fight.
She eyed Creekpaw and Lemonpaw. "You two! This is your chance to put your hard-earned skills to the test. This is the time to see if all that training has paid off. Show us what you've learned, but don't take unnecessary risks!" For a blink-and-you-miss-it moment, her hard expression softened. "It would be hard for you to attend your warrior ceremonies if you're dead."
Now her paws were itching to hit the trail. Was she missing anything? Were there any last-minute preparations to be made? Should she ask if they had questions for her? No. If she waited any longer she might explode. "The Clan is counting on us; we cannot fail. Now we demonstrate the true strength of HibiscusClan when we work together." She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, hoping she looked and sounded more confident than she felt. Was that a good enough speech? Did I sound like a leader? I hope it was inspiring.
Before she could second-guess herself any more, Jacarandabloom whirled around and beat a hasty path to the camp exit.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 7, 2022 15:50:38 GMT -5
Skinkstripe »
”That’s disappointing.” Blackfang’s disappointment was clear to Skinkstripe in the way he spoke. There was a lilt to his words that told it all - he’d love to go but had the misfortune to not be chosen. ”You would have been a fine choice, but I suppose it’s important to have reliable cats in camp on the off chance something happened here.” That would certainly be a worst case scenario if something were to happen to the Clan’s camp. For the seasons Skinkstripe had been alive nothing had happened to the camp, and she couldn’t recall listening to the elders that had been around when she were younger saying anything about a disaster to the camp, so something happening was extremely unlikely, but with the Clan’s luck lately… A shiver ran down the molly’s spine, fur fluffing ever so slightly. It was a disturbing thought, especially when she had young kits to care for. Between her and Vanillabloom it would be easy to grab the kits and leave should they need to evacuate, but the thought of even needing to do that worried the queen.
Not wanting to focus on that, Skinkstripe put her attention back to the patrol. ”I’d love to go with them as well, but I can’t stray from camp for long.” Even with Vanillabloom watching her kits it wouldn’t be long before the three three stirred, and once they woke it would take both her and Vanillabloom to keep an eye on them.
Coconutfall »
Coconutfall silently cursed himself, knowing how stupid he had to look not being the one to suggest they all team up together rather than send the two apprentices off. His tail gave a quick lash of frustration before he calmed himself, telling himself that the reason for why he said what he did was only to ease tension. The oracle had no idea how Algaewing and Tigerpaw would get along, and trying to force them together wouldn’t be the best decision made. Though he was glad to see that his daughter had suggested this. It gave him hope that perhaps both of his litters could get along.
About to say something as he nodded toward his daughter with a warm smile, his words were cut off by an excited mrrrow coming from Tigerpaw; the brown tabby’s fur was fluffed along his spine, eyes wide with genuine interest. ”Yeah, we can help! Right, Batpaw?” He nudged the other apprentice beside him before beaming back up toward Algaewing. ”No bugs on me! Whitepaw might have some, though. She’s been in the healers’ den, and she hangs around Butterflypaw an awful lot…” His words trailed off into a thoughtful silence.
His bringing up Whitepaw reminded Coconutfall that he had yet to check up on his daughter. He had heard she had attempted to fight the boa off herself, and while supposedly she gave it a good beating, Whitepaw had been bitten and injured. Luckily her injuries weren’t fatal, but it was worrisome to know that Whitepaw was acting so irrationally. She had always been a fierce cat, but this sort of behavior needed to not be encouraged. Even so, he was glad she was okay. He still needed to check in on her though, and running this little survey would give him the perfect opportunity to do as much.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 7, 2022 15:52:17 GMT -5
Redwave »
More sense. More sense. That was something that kept popping up, each and every elder that was speaking bringing that up while using different wording for it. Did they think him senseless? There had been thought put into this, quite a few days' worth of deep reflection, staying out of camp to allow his thoughts to fully sprout and settle into his mind. Redwave was not some lost kit with a head full of wild dreams and an imagination that would get him nowhere. He was a fully trained warrior of this Clan and he knew what he was talking about. He had not come to speak to the elders' only for them to tell him he was monkey-brained.
Redwave could feel the prickles of his pelt rising, but he forced itself to lay flat. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing in concentration. Now was not the time to react in anger, but instead he needed to focus on what the elders had to say; they were still speaking, and perhaps they had yet to tell him something that he could use to his advantage. Regardless on what they thought of him it seemed like most, if not all, had a mind to see something done with Coconutfall, and even if they weren't completely on his side they were willing to help, and any help that Redwave could get he'd take. It was why he had come to the counselors to begin with. He had sought out their help, and so long as they were willing if only just to help a little, he'd accept it.
Taking in a deep breath, Redwave was able to still the frustration that had been rising within him. He twitched his ears, focusing in on what Silvertide had to say - there was a lot she had to offer, and silently the red tom listened, eager to hear what she had to tell him despite the annoyance that had flared inside him only moments ago.
Make allies. Get to know Clanmates. Make them listen.
It was the same advice Duskflight had given him.
That sealed the deal for the hunter. If most of these cats were telling him to rally cats for this cause, then so be it. It was what needed to be done to get everything started. He had never been one with charisma, but it was time to give it a try.
Redwave dipped his head, pleased with the outcome. It had had its bumps, speaking with the counselors, but in the end Redwave felt that it was worth it all. "Thank you," he mewed genuinely toward the older cats. "This was a well informed meeting. I'm glad I was able to speak with you all." Again he dipped his head in gratitude before looking over each counselor - Silvertide, Geckotail, Coastdawn, and Baywatcher. Some had been more vocal than others, a few piping up only on occasion or not at all, but it had been worth it, and Redwave now felt like he had a stable group of supporters that would help him out and fill in the gaps that he could not quite fill himself.
"I'll leave you to rest now." With that he gave one last appreciate glance toward the counselors before he turned on his paws to walk out, head abuzz with ideas, determined to get started, currently unaware that nearby stood an eavesdropping healer.
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Sept 7, 2022 17:37:24 GMT -5
Yoko // ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · & thejadestorm- Yoko's sleek white fur bristled hearing Basiltail's voice again. The tom shot a glare at the small tom that stood in front of the two. " Yeah, yeah I remember you?" Yoko looked away before shooting another glare at Basiltail. " How could I ever forget that annoying voice of yours?" " And that soft, tender moment you were talking about? Well, we were just hunting, there's nothing more than that!" Yoko looked at Cassia. He knew Cassia would hopefully scare off the clan cat in some way, he just hoped that Basiltail wouldn't bring up the grave mistake he made the day before. The loner also hoped that Cassia didn't take offense to his comment, sure his lick was affectionate and probably unnecessary, but he was telling the truth: it was a hunting session. I should have worded that better
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Sept 7, 2022 17:50:53 GMT -5
Batpaw // Feathertalon & thejadestorm - Surveys!? How boring, but I'll take that over laying in camp and being useless! Batpaw would of course never say that out loud to offend the oracle and the healer in front of them knowing they just wanted to help the well-being of the clan. " Seems super easy, so sure we can help! " the cat purred trying to mask the unwillingness in his voice. Batpaw shivered at the thought of bugs biting him. He hated anything that could make a home in his coat. " Thankfully, I haven't felt any bug bites,' The fluffy apprentice looked up and started to think," As for rashes or urges to itch? No, I don't think so." Batpaw looked at the healer. Batpaw's mind suddenly thought of Parrotcall, another Hibiscusclan healer.Heh, poor Parrotcall dealing with bugs! What an unlucky tom. The cat remembered their interaction and it made him appreciate healers more for the gross things they had to deal with. Batpaw was squeamish, so he would never be able to stomach harsh, serious wounds or infections.
The cat turned to look at Tigerpaw. "Who do you suggest we ask first? I have no clue where every apprentice is at right now besides us to be honest, but if it means leaving camp for a bit to find them, I'm in."
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Post by shoe on Sept 8, 2022 0:41:09 GMT -5
Blackfang
with: Skinkstripe Feathertalon at Camp
Blackfang nodded in agreement with Skinkstripe. Although he would be of much more use on a patrol, the scout did not have to be entirely useless within camp. Though there may not be a tangible threat that Skinkstripe and Blackfang could fight off, perhaps their presence was enough to provide their clanmates with the notion of safety. "I suppose the camp is well fortified, protected by two of its most experienced scouts," The tom said, gesturing between himself and Skinkstripe with the tip of his tail. "And you don't have to stray far from your kits at all," He said, taking a quick glance towards the nursery before returning his gaze to the patrol.
Blackfang watched as Jacarandabloom made way for the camp exit, indicating the patrol's departure to find and hopefully kill the boa. "Not only will this patrol be good for the clan, it will be especially good for Jacarandabloom," He noted, observed the young molly. "Responsibility, as heavy as it can be, is impeccable for growth." The result of this patrol was crucial for the future proceedings of the clan. With the current circumstances, it would do Jacarandabloom some good to have some leadership experience, especially if there were more cats willing to support her claim to be Oracle.
Among the rest of the patrol, Blackfang noticed Creekpaw was one of two apprentices in the patrol. He wondered if Skinkstripe was worried for older son. Though the task was a dangerous one for younger cats to take on, the scout acknowledged that everyone needed their experience somewhere, and they certainly wouldn't be the first apprentices to get hurt in the heat of battle. "It seems Creekpaw may get the chance to prove himself as well," Blackfang said, turning to Skinkstripe for a moment.Eelnose
with: open at Camp
Eelnose sat outside his den with the corpse of a scrawny dove laying at his paws. He had left camp early that morning for a solo hunt to bring in some breakfast, but all he had managed was the capture of a measly bird. His disappointment had soiled his appetite, and he could not bring himself to eat what he had caught. The hunter sat with a glum expression, looking for someone who might be willing to take what Eelnose considered to be a poor excuse of a breakfast.
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Post by Tealraven on Sept 8, 2022 15:39:52 GMT -5
KIWIPAW camp / with eelnose
Kiwipaw's empty belly was thinning even his extraordinary patience. If his mentor hadn't come to get him by now, he probably wasn't going to. He tried not to let his ears droop in disappointment. Since Whalespirit was busy enough to forget they were supposed to train today then it must be for good reason. The tom was a new father, after all.
So maybe he could sneak just one little crab from the freshkill pile... no one would notice one measly crab missing, right? The queens, kits, and elders had surely eaten already... right?
Looking around surreptitiously, the little brown tom rose to his paws, which nearly buckled beneath him: one of his legs had fallen asleep. It felt like an entire colony of ants was crawling under his fur. For a panicked heartbeat he thought he might have contracted the bugs from Algaewing. Kiwipaw gritted his teeth in a grimace and shook his leg, stamping his foot on the ground several times to rid it of the uncomfortable sensation. To his immediate relief, the pins and needles soon disappeared.
With a sigh, Kiwipaw trundled over to the freshkill pile, stopping when he saw his older brother with a similarly glum expression on his face. Between the warrior's paws was a freshly caught bird. The apprentice's mouth watered. If he was just sharing a meal with his littermate he couldn't get in trouble for eating before attending to his apprentice tasks! Right?? "Hey, Eelnose," said Kiwipaw, joining him outside the warriors' den. "Where did you go this morning?"
STORMSURF camp / with redwave
So Redwave is going to overthrow Coconutfall. Change up the status quo. Begin a war of ideas. Force cats to confront their own values and eventually to pick a side. Interesting.
Stormsurf harbored no love nor resentment towards the Oracle. He was in the camp that was indifferent to the grand debate of tradition versus progress that was swirling through the Clan like a summer typhoon. If anything he was getting sick of hearing about it every day. Such philosophical discussions had little bearing on his day-to-day life, honestly; he got up, he used the dirtplace, he had breakfast, he went to work, regardless of who was in charge. These things never changed.
But maybe they would. He recognized a storm brewing when he saw one. I could just wait and see; it might be fun to be surprised. Or keep my head down and commit to nothing to avoid drawing a giant target on my back. But what would remaining impartial gain him, really? The storm was coming either way. Conflict was inevitable. No, simply ignoring it and all the opportunities that may come with it would be foolish. The question was not if or when but which shelter he should take when the storm hit. He would not be caught off guard when the wind began to blow and the waters began to rise.
Though it was hard to tell which way the wind was blowing at present. Perhaps Stormsurf should consider the Counselors' advice for himself: make allies. Get to know Clanmates. Make them listen. Only then could he decide whom to throw his weight behind. Healers were, in his humble opinion, the most important members of the Clan. He could make himself useful.
At that moment, Redwave emerged from the den, his forehead creased in deep thought. Stormsurf hesitated until the red-furred warrior had almost passed him, then decided to test the waters: "They don't seem too impressed with your intelligence, do they?" He pawed over the freshkill pile, contemplating a plump seabird with his head tilted.
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Post by thejadestorm on Sept 8, 2022 22:33:05 GMT -5
mintsong with jacarandabloom and boa patrol
Mintsong padded after Jacarandabloom, quick to take upon the role of hunter. "Look alive," she barked behind her. "We're looking for the scent of boa and, potentially, blood from its battles with our clanmates, as well as any tracks and anything the snake may have shed. The storm has done us no favors, so we're going to have to get creative if we don't find anything meaningful in the Ravine."
As she gained speed with Jacarandabloom, she lowered her voice for the message meant only for the younger cat's ears. "Not bad." For a moment, the typically coarse she-cat had softened, saying, "You make for a good patrol leader. Stop overthinking things and you'll be fine, I can practically see your brain running itself so fast it'll catch fire."
The ground was quick to transform beneath their paws the closer they drew to the Gecko Ravine, growing even damper and stickier. Mintsong kept alert, ears perked and tail up. "Don't smell anything yet," she muttered under her breath.
algaewing with coconutfall, tigerpaw, and batpaw
"Excellent," Algaewing said, pleasantly surprised to see the apprentices so enthusiastic to join her work. "It's much appreciated. The faster we can rid ourselves the infestation, the better. Unfamiliar bugs are always a danger, you never know if they're carrying disease."
She nodded to her father and waved her tail. "Healer's den, then? We're sure to find Whitepaw and Butterflypaw there, at least."
basiltail with yoko and cassia
"Aw, you recall the melody of my meow?" Basiltail purred, walking with a friendly stance as he slowly circled the two. "I'm so flattered."
His eyes found Cassia's. "I don't believe we've met, however, and I do like to keep tabs on nearby wanderers. Just had a bit of a unhappy surprise of two rogues hiding out in my clan's territory, you see..."
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Sept 9, 2022 4:52:59 GMT -5
Batpaw // thejadestorm & Feathertalon- " We won't let you down Algaewing!" Batpaw held his head high with a smug smile on his face. Batpaw saw this as an opportunity to impress Coconutfall and Algaewing even if the task was super simple. His eyes were filled with determination, the tom couldn't wait to help the clan out, it made him feel more accomplished and useful.
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Sept 9, 2022 5:10:13 GMT -5
Yoko // thejadestorm & Feathertalon- " Yeah, yeah Basil or whatever your name is." Yoko couldn't help but roll his eyes, he knew this interaction was going to be dreadful. His ears twitched as memories of his previous interaction with Basiltail flooded his mind. He seriously hoped this wouldn't result in violence like what almost happened a day ago. " Cassia, this cat is very very annoying believe me, so I think it would maybe be best if we left, but to be honest, I don't really want to give him the satisfaction of driving me off once more." Yoko made sure that Basiltail heard the despise in his tone. Even though he may end up with a wound or two, he hoped Cassia would back him up, especially since he barely know how to fight too.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 9, 2022 9:56:35 GMT -5
Cassia
Pure anger rose in the she-cat's green eyes like two flames lapping at everything around it. "I'm no rogue...!" Her voice trembled visibly. It shook with anger rather then hurt; her ears flattened even further as her tail lashed. "I'm Cassia. Not a loner, not a rogue. Cassia." Her eyes narrowed, her gaze sharp and oddly piercing. All the rational thoughts in her head seemed to have perished; on her mind there was only one thing. Bloodshed. That's what her father taught her... shedding blood was the only way for a cat to be on top. He had carved it into her young mind so quickly and deeply, that she'd sometimes look at her reflection in a puddle after fights with both predators and other cats no matter wether she had lost or won, and shatter her own heart seeing how another creature's blood stained the same cat who had sworn never to hurt another for the fun of it.
With a scoff, she attempted to calm her nerves. But to no avail; the calico's anger persisted. She felt like a fish trying to remove its' own gills; this horrid fury was a part of her, and no matter how much she hated it, she was her father as she was her mother.
"We're not leaving," she meowed, her voice hoarse and fur bristling. Today was sure to become more then just a hunting session. |
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 9, 2022 10:06:39 GMT -5
LemonpawLemonpaw dashed forward, his ears pushed back and his tail wrestling with the wind. His claws were unsheathed as to push him forward; an old trick. He smiled; this had been the very first time he had actually went on a patrol since Turtlestream got hurt. Turtlestream... Suddenly he wished he could be an apprentice for just a bit longer. He didn't care if Creekpaw or Gulfpaw got further ahead; he wanted to be escorted into scouthood by his true mentor.
As they approached the Gecko Ravine, the tabby and white feline shifted his gaze to Mintsong. "Me neither," he agreed, nodding. Perhaps it wouldn't be that hard to find the boa? Maybe... I just want to get this over with, he thought miserably as his mind wandered to the snake's potencial eggs.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 9, 2022 10:16:10 GMT -5
Ripplepawwith snakestrike angelstrike
"I dunno know. I needed some fresh air, a bit further from camp. I thought coming here was a nice idea."
Suddenly her body froze in fear. Snakestrike would definitely ask where her mentor was; no cat is allowed out without a scout, let alone an apprentice! But Mintsong was going on the boa patrol... so maybe she could wriggle out of this one?
She sighed dreamily. Oh, how she wished she could go on the patrol with Mintsong! She'd be able to prove herself. But, of course, she wouldn't let her because she's "too young". I'll show them...
She awkwardly remembered she was talking to a Clanmate. "Sorry."
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 9, 2022 10:39:55 GMT -5
Saltwhiskerwith parrotcall Tealraven
Saltwhisker sighed as he arranged some lemongrass. He was a perfectionist, and, aside from overthinking treatments, ointments and gels, he also made sure to keep the herb stack neatly aligned... and lately, he'd made sure to align them just right; especially when Algaewing was around.
Whenever he'd see the small green algae in the Ocean when he swam, he'd think of Algaewing. And whenever he'd hear the elegant songs of birds, he'd think of Algaewing; and whenever he'd see a pretty hibiscus flower, he'd think of Algaewing. Goosebumps would run through his entire fur as he flushed with colour. But... the poor tom still couldn't figure out the reasoning for this strange feeling.
He moved onto the next herb; bayberry. His mind remained flooded with the piercing, mismatched gaze of the mottled molly, her voice, how quickly she worked up treatments, her fur...
"Uh... Parrotcall? Can... uh, no... We need to stock up on bayberry."
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Post by angelstrike on Sept 9, 2022 10:59:35 GMT -5
Snakestrike - hunter - 20 moons - Molly
with ripplepaw ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · in Gecko Ravine Snakestrike nodded at ripplepaw's response to her question and shrugged off the apology for daydreaming a bit. The cream colored cat tilted her head slightly though as she realized with a quick scan of her eyes that the apprentice had come alone. Curiously she asked, "Did you come here with your mentor?" even though she could tell that ripplepaw definitely did not come with Mintsong. Sensing the apprentice's unstated woes Snakestrike thought back to her own apprenticeship and how she always struggled with feeling seen despite the comments she always got about being too young. "I know how it is to want to be seen for your talents and feeling shut out for being too young but it wouldn't be safe to come out alone. If you would like to go out and explore more when your mentor is busy I know I wouldn't mind coming or a scout would likely be happy to accompany you." She stated, hoping to reassure the younger clancat. As an added measure of good faith she assured ripplepaw, "I wont tell anyone about you coming out alone- I know you mean well."
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 9, 2022 11:36:17 GMT -5
Ripplepawwith snakestrike angelstrike
"Thank you. Mintsong's on the patrol, so I thought I could maybe sneak out without anyone noticing," she mewed sheepishly. "Sometimes I think cats are overlooking me not only because I'm young, but because I'm (apparently) a 'kittypet'." She scoffed, lifting her nose in the air. "I'm a true Clanner! I was raised here."
A brief silence hung in the air. "We should go hunting, hm?"
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Post by Tealraven on Sept 9, 2022 11:55:16 GMT -5
PARROTCALL healers' den / with saltwhisker; mentions crocodilefang
Parrotcall nodded and flicked his striped ginger tail in farewell as his patient departed. Thinking the other tom had left, he turned his back to the entrance, scraping up the remaining herbs he'd cobbled together for the poultice. Then Crocodilefang spoke, offering a rare compliment, and the healer was startled into looking up. For a moment he was speechless, an equally rare occurrence, and in that moment Crocodilefang slipped outside before Parrotcall could think of a witty response.
You're a fine healer, Parrotcall. Well, of course he was; he knew this. He shouldn't be surprised. But Crocodilefang was not an easy cat to impress. Any praise from the stern warrior was well-earned, and Parrotcall wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve it. A quiet, thoughtful "hmm" escaped his maw as he carried the herbs to the back of the den for storage.
Saltwhisker was already there, carefully arranging herbs into neat little stacks. He'd been spending a lot of time in the storage area lately. Parrotcall had to admit it looked a lot nicer for the other healer's efforts: each plant and berry had been painstakingly organized according to its treatment. It was slightly daunting. He paused, trying to figure out where these herbs should go.
"Bayberry? Of course, I'll add it to the list," he answered, slotting his herbs back into storage. He hoped he'd put them in the right place. His blue eyes narrowed as he took in the display. Had these been... alphabetized? "Looks like someone's been busy! Trying to keep your mind off more unpleasant events?" There was a faint trace of sympathy in his mew. Tensions ran high in HibiscusClan; he'd had to treat several Clanmates for anxiety and stress lately. Even Parrotcall sometimes found himself methodically sorting through herbs to soothe his nerves and occupy his mind.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 9, 2022 12:04:16 GMT -5
Saltwhiskerwith parrotcall Tealraven
"Um... yeah," he mewed, his voice lower then usual. "Well... it's not exactly the Clan... it's a (kind of) pleasant feeling? But not really..?" Saltwhisker opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, unsure of what to say. He fumbled a bit, tripping over his words. "I don't know how to explain it."
His blue gaze shifted back to the bayberry only to find every little berry had been neatly arranged. He moved on to the cinnamon bark, nudging with his nose to make sure it was perfectly - beautifully, stacked.
He turned back to Parrotcall. "Yeah... I don't know..."
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Post by angelstrike on Sept 9, 2022 13:40:38 GMT -5
Snakestrike - hunter - 20 moons - Mollywith ripplepaw ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · in Gecko Ravine Snakestrike nodded along to ripplepaw's disdain towards being called a kittypet. "of course you're a clancat. It doesn't matter where you were born but where your allegiance is. Anybody calling you a kittypet doesnt know what they are talking about."
After a brief silence was broken by the apprentice Snakestrike nodded to the suggestion. "Even though what the others say doesn't truly matter, lets show them your hunting skills." The cream colored cat looked around at her surroundings, nose twitching to find a scent to track. She easily finds the scent of nearby prey but decides to use this as a moment to let ripplepaw take the lead to help her confidence. "Do you smell any nearby prey?" She asks encouragingly.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 9, 2022 13:56:45 GMT -5
RipplepawRipplepaw nodded, closing her eyes as she drank in the scents of the ravine. "Lorikeet... but it's stale. It was here a couple of hours ago, maybe," she meowed, her voice a mere whisper. "And... a gecko!"
She opened her eyes, immediately dropping into a hunter's crouch. She sniffed the air, following the scent of the small reptile. Paw by paw she crept up to it, eyes narrowing.
After a couple of moments she noticed the green creature perched upon a rock, sunbathing as it stood eerily still. Fortunately, it had its' back turned on her, which meant she could creep up on it succesfully.
Suddenly she leapt, unsheathing her claws as she flew through the air. She ended right on top of the creature, biting its' throat as she did so.
"I got it!"
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Post by shoe on Sept 9, 2022 15:17:41 GMT -5
Eelnose
with: Kiwipaw Tealraven at Camp
Catching sight of Kiwipaw, Eelnose's ears perked up. A wave of relief washed the sad expression off of his face as the young apprentice approached him, replacing it with a small smile. Of the many cats in the clan, Kiwipaw was one of few that Eelnose felt truly at ease with. He found that his younger brother's presence allowed him to be far less tense than he was around the more senior clan members.
"Oh hi, Kiwipaw," He said, only slightly louder than a mumble. "I went hunting earlier, and, well..." Eelnose took a glance down at the bird at his feet, embarrassed that this was what he had to show for his skills as a hunter. "I guess I'm just not hungry..."
The brown tabby tom looked up again to meet Kiwipaw's gaze. Though it was no luxurious meal, it would be a shame for any bit of prey to go to waste. Even if Eelnose's appetite was not demanding satisfaction, the bird could still go to some good use. "You can have it, if you'd like."
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Post by angelstrike on Sept 9, 2022 15:29:05 GMT -5
Snakestrike - hunter - 20 moons - Mollywith ripplepaw ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · in Gecko Ravine Snakestrike silently watched apprentice as she stalked her prey and successfully caught the gecko. "Good job! The clan is in good paws if you become a hunter in the future!" she exclaimed encouragingly. Looking back at her pile of her previously caught prey the cream colored cat contemplated how much prey they could catch before being unable to carry it back. "I already caught a skink and a gecko, so I think one more piece of prey should be enough before we return to camp." She said after some careful thought. "I think your form looked great but is there anything you are struggling with when hunting? I dont mind giving pointers if you need it."
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Post by Tealraven on Sept 9, 2022 17:29:15 GMT -5
PARROTCALL healers' den / with saltwhisker
Parrotcall raised his eyebrows, a question mark written upon his face. He wouldn't call what was happening "pleasant," exactly, kind of or otherwise. Though the tension in the Clan might be part of what was bothering his fellow healer, there had to be something else going on. Unprompted, his medicinal training kicked in and the gears in his head began to whir as he ran through all the possible ailments that could be afflicting Saltwhisker.
"Are you certain? Sometimes the stress of our patients rubs off on us and we don't even realize it," he reminded the tom gently. "And sometimes it takes another pair of eyes to see it!" He knew Saltwhisker was aware of this, but healers could be very stubborn when it came to taking care of themselves. They could identify and treat almost any malady in existence but were effectively blind to their own problems. The very week that Parrotcall had been newly named a warrior he'd overworked himself; a bad stomach flu had swept through the Clan, causing the medicine den to almost overflow, and he'd pulled long shifts and stayed up late several days in a row. The young healer had exhausted himself to the point of catching the flu himself, and he'd ended up having to swallow his pride and get another healer to help him recover.
He paced a slow circle around the grey-and-white tom. "Have you been eating and sleeping well? Taking time for yourself?" He jerked his chin toward the stack of cinnamon bark. "You've been in here a lot lately. Maybe spending some time out of the medicine den would do you good?" There was something percolating in the back of his mind... it was on the tip of his tongue... like the neem flower from the previous day's adventure with Batpaw, the answer was just within Parrotcall's grasp. He could almost feel it, but what was it?
KIWIPAW camp / with eelnose
"Thanks." Kiwipaw bowed his head and eagerly tore into the bird's tender breast. True, it was a small catch, but it was just the right portion size for a smaller cat like himself. His brother had no need to be embarrassed. He offered the older tom a playful smile. "This is perfect, actually. Don't worry about it! At least you didn't sneeze on an older warrior." His nose wrinkled and his face still flushed at the memory.
The two sat in comfortable silence for a time, Kiwipaw simply happy for the company as he wolfed down his breakfast. He sat up and swiped his tongue around his jaws, savoring the remaining flavor. That solved his hunger problem, but it didn't do anything for his boredom. "'S'been awhile since we've hung out," he ventured. Their age gap and different responsibilities meant they didn't often spend time together, but with no other siblings in his litter, Kiwipaw always enjoyed it when he got to hang out with his brother. He shuffled his paws awkwardly and looked up at Eelnose. "Maybe we should... go do something? You could try hunting again if you want, and I could pick up some herbs on the way back."
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 9, 2022 19:07:16 GMT -5
Skinkstripe »
Again Blackfang was spot on. His comment probably wasn’t meant to be taken as proudful, but pride surged through the molly, chest swelling with the emotion. She and Blackfang were one of the older scouts and with them came seasons of experience. They had patrolled the territory countless times, had chased and fought off danger over and over again. They kept their Clan and Clanmates protected. Without them the Clan would be down two valuable members that couldn't afford to be lost. Especially considering that Turtlestream, another one of the Clan’s senior scouts and Whalespirit’s littermate, was still down and out in the healers’ den.
Worry creased the molly’s visage for a moment as she thought about the wounded scout. Boa bites could be nasty, but they weren’t deadly as far as Skinkstripe knew - well, the initial bite wouldn’t kill a full grown feline, but possible infection or complications could. Perhaps if the healers’ den wasn’t too busy later she’d take a moment to check in on Turtlestream. It would be nice to know how her fellow scout was doing.
It wasn’t until a few moments later that Skinkstripe realized she had gotten lost in her own thoughts; swiveling her ears back toward Blackfang she tuned back in to what he was saying, hoping she hadn’t missed much. He had mentioned Jacarandabloom as far as she knew, speaking up about how her taking charge of this patrol would be good for her growth. Skinkstripe nodded. She hoped she hadn’t missed anything before that. ”This is her chance to show the Clan she can be a worthwhile leader. We’ll find out how well she can lead, and how she handles success or failure.” Skinkstripe believed that the tabico could handle this and come back to the camp successful, and she hoped that this would be the end of the boa and its reign of terror, but there was always the chance that something would happen, always the chance that they wouldn’t even be able to find the boa. It was now that Skinkstripe sent out a quick, silent prayer to the Ocean, wishing them a safe and successful patrol.
The mention of one of her eldest sons brought that pride from earlier right back. The molly puffed her chest, pale gaze alight with joy. ”He’ll do a wonderful job, I have no doubt in Creekpaw. We may be gaining a new scout tonight.” The thought of her son becoming a full fledged member of HibiscusClan sparked an immense feeling of pride and love inside Skinkstripe. It felt a little odd that both her sons in her first litter were old enough to receive their final names, but they had both seen over twelve moons of life and were well equipped with everything they needed to become successful members of the Clan. ”Gulfpaw will follow soon, he’s turned into a fine hunter. It does only seem like just a few days ago they were the kits still at my side, though.” A sigh slipped off her tongue. She remembered so vividly the day she found out she had been expecting her first litter, and she remembered every detail about the day she had kitted. Creekpaw and Gulfpaw were her pride and joy - her newest litter were as well - and watching the two toms grow into fine adults meant everything to her. With that pride and love still in her eyes she looked at Blackfang and flicked his flank gently with her tail. ”Words can’t describe how amazing it is to see your very own kits grow and achieve great things. Maybe one day you’ll have kits of your own and feel the same, Blackfang,” she mewed.
Redwave »
Leaving the counselors left Redwave with a lot of thoughts, his mind a beehive and his reveries the bees. He had gone in hoping for an easy solution to his problem, but instead a whole host of obstacles were stacked in front of him. It was something he should have expected, Duskflight had told him exactly what the others had just pointed out, afterall. It got him wondering, though. Where did he need to start? Would talking to the apprentices to get their opinions be too odd of a starting point? Silvertide had mentioned speaking to younger cats. Apprentices were the future scouts, hunters, and healers of the Clan, but would they be mature enough to truly follow along with Redwave’s plans? Recalling back to when he had been a ‘paw Redwave wasn’t so sure they’d be willing to listen. He’d save them for another time. Instead he could start with his littermates, surely they’d give him the time of day to listen. Mistlefall had already talked with him briefly about his ideas so he was certain she would follow him. Algaewing and Jacarandabloom would surely be easy to persuade as well, but Lilypool may prove difficult. Redwave was sure she’d want to help, but he had his doubts about her wanting to replace Coconutfall. That was something he’d need to figure out.
Before he get any further than the fresh-kill pile, a voice intercepted him. The hunter startled and stopped in his tracks, amber eyes wide with narrowed pupils as they landed on the voice’s owner. Stormsurf.
Redwave huffed as a shrug rolled over his shoulders. He was about to dismiss the tom’s inquiry with a sharp retort about how the healer had been eavesdropping on something he shouldn’t have been, but stopped himself last minute. The counselors’ words replayed in his mind - make friends, learn who his Clanmates were, get them on his side. Redwave and Stormsurf had grown up together, a few moons apart from one another but had shared dens more than once. The two had chosen different paths in life, but they ran into one another on occasion. Stormsurf had always been an interesting cat, and perhaps he would make for an appropriate start outside Redwave’s own littermates.
”No, they don’t. But they at least agree with me. For the most part,” he added that part in a quieter voice more meant for his own ears than Stormsurf’s. He glanced toward the other tabby, eyes narrowed, bobbed tail giving a twitch. ”Just how much did you hear?” His tone was accusatory yet still level, not hostile. Redwave was assuming Stormsurf had heard everything, but knowing just how much information the healer had would get him further than just assuming would.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 9, 2022 19:07:52 GMT -5
Coconutfall »
Relief sagged Coconutfall’s shoulders. His whole body had tensed in worry over his two kits, afraid that Algaewing would no longer remain civil - even if she was being distant with him - in the presence of Tigerpaw and afraid that he’d disappoint Tigerpaw when telling him there would be no training today unless they could sneak something in later in the evening. Fortuantly things had gone well, Algaewing remaining dutiful and peaceful while Tigerpaw brightened with excitement at the prospect of having a task handed to him. The oracle sighed, a smile pulling at his muzzle as warmth brimmed in his eyes watching as Tigerpaw gestured for Batpaw to come with him as they began on their half of the project.
Coconutfall turned back to Algaewing, nodding in approval. ”Thank you,” he murmured softly, wanting so badly to reach out and lick the molly between the ears but pushed down the urge. That may be pushing it, and the last thing Coconutfall wanted was to overstep. ”You did right with Tigerpaw.” With that he padded toward the healers’ den. He hesitated once he neared the entrance. The twitch of his tail and the motion of his whiskers spoke of his reluctance to step inside, yet he also yearned to enter. Whitepaw was there. Coconutfall wanted nothing more than to check in on her, but he worried that should he go inside he too would contract the bugs.
You’re the oracle, for Ocean’s sake! You shouldn’t be afraid of bugs, he scolded himself. He breathed deeply. Steeling his nerves he pushed aside his wariness and slid into the healers’ den, careful to not disrupt any cat that may be resting or working.
Tigerpaw »
Excitement tingled throughout Tigerpaw, replacing the nervousness he had had earlier. He had something to do now! It wasn’t training, but it was still an important task that needed to be done. If he really was going to be the Clan’s next oracle then having such a big responsibility as this under his pelt would look good. He could prove that he was efficient with tasks and could handle whatever was thrown at him. He’d prove his worth to the Clan, the Ocean, and even to himself.
The brown tabby flashed a wide toothy grin to Algaewing and Coconutfall. ”You can count on us!” On swift paws he then turned back to Batpaw, nudging the other apprentice. ”Come on!” With that Tigerpaw leapt off.
However, he quickly came to a halt, ears swiveling radically atop his head, neck cranes upward, tail swishing back and forth, eyes scanning the camp. ”Actually…where do you wanna start, Batpaw? Algaewing and Coconutfall will talk to Whitepaw surely, Lemonpaw and Creekpaw are on the boa patrol…” His tail continued to swish as he named off a few apprentices he knew for sure they wouldn’t be able to get to. He wondered about Hootpaw, not sure where she might be or if she was even available right now. Ripplepaw came to mind as well. Surely the blue-eyed molly would talk to them, and Tigerpaw did fancy the idea of speaking with her, even for a moment. Though he hadn’t seen her in camp this morning. He could try and find his other littermate, Lionpaw. She was bound to be somewhere, and he hadn’t spoken to her as much recently with everything going on. ”Kiwipaw will probably be in the healers’ den… That sorta just leaves Lionpaw, Hootpaw, Ripplepaw, and Gulfpaw. Any starting points?” Any of the four would be fine with Tigerpaw. He did have some bias for the three mollies mentioned, but he wasn’t going to leave Gulfpaw out just because he was older and they weren’t as close. At the end of the day Tigerpaw would be fine with any cat, just so long as they got some results and helped out both his half-sister and father.
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Post by swallowtail on Sept 9, 2022 20:15:46 GMT -5
seabreeze 'n islandmist [w/ bluepool (☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ ·)]
Seabreeze had been closely watchng two particular cats over the past week. It was faintly obvious what was happening among those two... lovebirds but it looked, and seemed that they din't know what was happening. At all. Well, anyway it was time someone actually got their relationship working. Some approval, maybe. Hopefully it would work?
What Seabreeze didn't know was that someone opposite her was having the exact same thoughts, rather, as her.
Islandmist, too had been observing her sister. For the same reasons, too. But her way of planning was... a little different. Maybe beating around the bush would be more inconspicuous. Yeah, that would be better. Bluepool wouldn't snap at her. Unless she did.
So it was two cats who came forward to talk with Bluepool.
"Hey, Bluepool, how are you doing? Have you at least got a love life starting?"
"Hey, Bluepool, you like my brother, don't you?"
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