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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 22, 2022 17:14:50 GMT -5
Crocodilefang »
His ears remained flat on his head as the fur along his spine began to bristle. ”Doesn’t mean you’re still not barely one,” he shot back a report before the fawn tabby took her leave. He muttered a few more words under his breath before he huffed, annoyance hot on his tongue as he shuffled himself into a more relaxed sitting position. His fur still prickled, hot against his skin. He would have been more open to Mosslight had she come to him to actually talk about something important, but all she had wanted was some shrimp-brained attempt at softening him up around her. If she wanted a mate that bad then she needed to look somewhere else; Crocodilefang wouldn’t be the one for her, just as he wouldn’t be the right tom for any molly in the Clan.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Sept 22, 2022 17:17:50 GMT -5
She slowly sat down once far enough away, just looking out. She was angry at how harsh the other had been, feeling embarrassed at how he reacted.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 23, 2022 12:14:13 GMT -5
Cassia
Swinging backwards, Cassia hissed in pain as the small tom bit at her face, succesfully ripping through the flesh above her right eye with one of his fangs. It wasn't a deep gash, but it bled heavily, covering her line of sight with hot red liquid.
Pure, unbridled rage burned deep in the green depths of her gaze as she rose to her paws. As Yoko crashed forward, two new emotions pushed through her mind; surprise, having not expected such a bold move from the white tom, and fear. Fear, as fragile as a flower, shook her to the core. What if the loner before her got injured?
Taking advantage of what Yoko had done, she dashed forward, biting the gash she had made earlier. Talking had proved itself worthless; it only distracted her, allowing the sturdy cat to do more damage. |
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Post by moonclaw400 on Sept 25, 2022 10:14:29 GMT -5
Swanflower - Ocean's Reclaimed (formally Healer) - 27 Moons- Molly
A diluted tortishell with long, fluffy fur and gold eyes
She is a rather calm, level headed cat. She loved to make cheesy jokes and cheer up those around her.
She is the mother to Troutwhisker and Mosslight. She was mates with an unknown tom and passed while having her kits.
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Post by Tealraven on Sept 25, 2022 21:04:10 GMT -5
JACARANDABLOOM gecko ravine / with boa patrol
Her question - who will go into the nest - hung in the still, humid air a heartbeat too long. Not even a breeze stirred the deserted clearing. Then Lemonpaw stepped forward with a pleading look in his innocent yellow eyes and the scout nearly lost her resolve. She wouldn't crumble, wouldn't back down, not now. Still her chest tightened and bile rose in her throat as the little tom voiced the words she'd been dreading all morning.
Of course the apprentice would volunteer. Of course the apprentice would want to prove himself. Of course he would take any risk without fully understanding just how high the stakes were if he could earn his warrior name. She tilted her head down and studied his earnest gaze. When she looked at him, all she saw was a brash, foolish youth who had no idea what he was getting himself into. Is that how my patrol sees me? She sucked in a breath, not daring to meet the eyes of the other warriors, afraid of what she'd find in their faces.
Mintsong slid smoothly between them, giving Jacarandabloom a few more seconds to think. Volunteering to go into the belly of the beast for a chance to earn her warrior name and the celebratory feast to go with the slaying of the boa... it's exactly what she would do if their roles were reversed. It was what she'd planned to do from the moment the idea had struck her (sans the warrior ceremony, of course). She wanted that victory feast, that praise, that attention, as much as an apprentice. She wanted it so badly she could almost taste it. How could she deny that to Lemonpaw? But if something happened to him-- because she'd given the go-ahead--
Mintsong's eyes were on her again. The patrol was waiting for her decision and Lemonpaw seemed undeterred by the hunter's stern warning. "I will go with him," she interjected. She would not be a hypocrite. Though her voice was a murmur, it still sounded too loud in the unnatural silence blanketing the lair like jungle mist. "He should be accompanied by another scout. Cliffstorm, I want you near the entrance if we need backup. Mintsong, sound the alarm at the first hint of the boa's return. You two," she nodded to Sandheart and Creekpaw, "get into position for the ambush." Jacarandabloom faced Lemonpaw. "Stay close and keep quiet. We're just going to destroy the nest. As soon as that's done, you and Creekpaw get out of the way and stay out of sight. Let the warriors tackle the boa first. Don't join the fight unless it's absolutely necessary." She motioned with her chin to the gaping maw of the rotting, hollowed out log. Darkness yawned before them as she took the first steps inside.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 26, 2022 6:40:06 GMT -5
Lemonpaw
Lemonpaw nodded, a strange feeling slurring his mind in the back of his head. If they had to destroy the nest, that meant they'd destroy any eggs that lay there. Guilt was surging throughhis head despite not having done anything yet; he felt pitifully sad about destorying the potential lives of such tiny, innocent eggs which had been loved so fiercely by their mother.
"Okay," he said, his voice shaky with adrenaline and anticipation. He sheathed and unsheathed his claws, narrowing his yellow eyes. Well, I guess this is it, he thought, his heart beating wildly as he gazed at Jacarandabloom.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 26, 2022 7:01:41 GMT -5
Lionpaw
Lionpaw's smile faltered as she learned the true reason for the duo's visit. Her heart shattered into a million little pieces with every word Tigerpaw said. They didn't want to see me... they just need some information, and I was here, sleeping... it's just a coincidence, she thought pitifully as tears glazed her eyes for just a split second before she blinked. "Well..." She had been out of camp almost all the time; she had felt no itching and seen no bites on her skin. She was always out swimming, never making contact with any other cats, completely alone. She realized suddenly that it was a miracle nothing had happened to her yet on all those trips to the jungle.
"No. I have none," she stated plainly, twitching her ears. Her rowdy nature had been surpressed by her emotions and thoughts the last few moons, and she had become serious; some would even dare say, like a true scout; not by mind, but by heart.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 26, 2022 7:02:41 GMT -5
( there we go... any other replies i have to do?? pls tell me if so guys !!!! )
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Post by thejadestorm on Sept 27, 2022 20:59:01 GMT -5
basiltail with yoko and cassia
SLAM!
Basiltail hit the ground, blinking in surprise as Yoko sprawled over from the momentum. His lips curled back from his red-stained fangs in delight. "Crude. But not bad."
He yelped in pain as Cassia bit into his shoulder, and kicked out at her with his hind legs. Panting, he surveyed her expression - hot fury, mixed with a tinge of fear. Basiltail's eyes darted to the tom behind him, and grinned. He rolled on the ground away from her and sprang at Yoko, claws unsheathed.
algaewing with saltwhisker, coconutfall, and parrotcall
"Indeed!" Algaewing's tail swished with pride. "Of course the responsible thing would be to confirm with an experiment, which is why - Is there anyone else here in the healer's den today? I know both Turtlestream and Swiftsplash have bugs."
She turned towards Coconutfall. "We're trying to collect as many cats for the experiment. If not, we should head out then."
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 28, 2022 9:31:30 GMT -5
Coconutfall »
Coconutfall remained a few steps away, allowing the healers enough room and so that he wouldn’t disturb their conversation. He remained attuned in, ears angled toward the three other felines until Algaewing spoke directly toward him.
The oracle straightened his posture as he turned directly to his daughter. ”Right, if we’re done here then…” The tabby glanced toward Parrotcall and Saltwhisker, nodding his thanks to them. Standing closer to the exit he was about to head out when a shuffling in the back alerted him. Coconutfall paused, a familiar voice grabbing his attention.
”Sure I’ve got those stupid bugs now after having to be in here.” Whitepaw appeared from the shadows that enveloped the back of the healers’ den. Besides the smallest trace of a limp in her step she looked well, annoyance clear on her face. As if to prove her point she sat down and immediately lifted a back leg to scratch at her neck, grumbling loudly as she did.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 28, 2022 10:09:11 GMT -5
Saltwhisker
with parrotcall, whitepaw, algaewing, coconufall Tealraven Feathertalon thejadestorm (may have forgotten a tag or two..)
Saltwhisker tilted his head, lost in thought. "Well... I've been really itchy recently, as expected. I could help with the experiment...!" His heart churned with pure adoration as he watched Algaewing speak to Coconutfall; yet he couldn't recognize his emotions. All his feelings were beginning to seem more and more blurry and unorganized. There used to be a fine line between his emotions just a couple of moons ago, but now, he had no idea what to do or how to deal with anything that he was feeling.
He noticed Whitepaw limp towards the group of healers, clearly agitated. He rested his gaze on her bandages, stepping closer to the apprentice. "Say, you have bugs, too?" He watched as she scratched her neck with one of her legs, looming over her now covered wound to check how old her poultices were. "When was the last time these got changed," he muttered, narrowing his blue eyes.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Sept 28, 2022 10:17:19 GMT -5
Cassia
Cassia bit her tongue as to stop herself from saying anything. The sudden kick to her belly dragged her backwards and she began to cough, trying to get a breath of air. She looked back and saw the small Clan cat lashing out at Yoko.
She lunged forward, crashing into her enemy's side as he leapt at Yoko, attempting to drag him away from the white loner. That is my idiot, not yours! Learn your place, she thought angrily, before realizing what she just thought. I mean... not yet, at least...
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Sept 30, 2022 20:59:16 GMT -5
Yoko // ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · & thejadestorm - Yoko's already weak body turned weaker when Basiltail jumped on him. Yoko's eyes grew in fear, not knowing what to do against a cat who was more skilled at fighting. He hissed as he felt the weight of Basiltail pressure on his chest. The white tom gasped for air and he didn't know what to do. Out of desperation, Yoko swiped his paw over Basiltail's snout, hoping it was enough to get the clan cat off of his body. His ears flattened as he realized this was most definitely not enough to keep the blood thirsty cat off of him.
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Post by swallowtail on Oct 3, 2022 23:04:56 GMT -5
CLIFFSTORM WITH - JACARANDABLOOM & LEMONPAW & MINTSONG & SANDHEART & CREEKPAW
LOCATION - GECKO RAVINE
TAG - Tealraven & ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · & aether & thejadestorm
Cliffstorm quickly pushed down his doubts and walked quietly up to stand guard at the entrance of the snake's lair. Truthfully, he didn't want to go in because the idea mostly scared him out of his wits. He thought of the darkness of the lair, shuddering. How could Lemonpaw get the courage to go in?
He puffed out his chest, proud that he had been chosen to stand outside. Sure, he wasn't the only one... but, well you know. He walked in a slow circle. And again. This was boring.
At least he wasn't hiding. He shivered at the thought of staying in the cover of trees. Made him claustrophobic. better staying out to face the night sky. He blinked at the sky, mildly bored. Would there be any excitement on this patrol?
A breeze ran through the undergrowth, ruffling up his fur. A small white feather blew into his nose. He shivered as the feather tickled him. Don't sneeze, Cliffstorm.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Oct 4, 2022 12:19:56 GMT -5
Quickwind with open
A gentle hum echoed throughout the hunters' den as Quickwind dragged a handmade tool out from beneath her nest. She looked around cautiously, the small item dangling from her jaws. She sat down as she began to brush her thick, bushy tail with the makeshift comb.
Quickwind was always a crafty cat. She was constantly nosing through piles of moss and dirt, trying to find the materials for her next invention. Most of the cats around her thought she was just a cat who liked inspecting her surroundings, but in reality, the feathery she-cat loved inventing and crafting items. She was too shy to admit it to anyone, though, making her hobby a secret.
She quickly finished brushing her tail, hiding the comb beneath her nest once more. Her ears twitched as she walked out, only to hear a voice somewhere near the hunters' den. "Hm?" |
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Oct 11, 2022 11:51:27 GMT -5
Jaggedscar
Feathers spiraled through the air, eventually landing on the earth one by one. Small squeaks and screeches escaped the fruit dove's body as it tossed and turned in Jaggedscar's mouth. He stiffened his grip, enjoying the hot blood that spilled over his chin as he placed the dead prey on the ground.
He sighed, his amber gaze turning back to the direction of the camp. A frown appeared on his face and, for the first time in a couple of moons, the emotions on his face were sincere and crystal clear; his eyes held a sad nostalgia for the past. As he grabbed the dove, he headed to the beach, only one thing on his mind; love. A love he had received only a part of.
The jet black tom seated himself right beside the Ocean, letting the waves tickle his once-dry paws. He flattened his ears, turning his head only to be met with a familiar face; "Wh- oh..!" Embarassed, he looked away. "What are you doing here?"
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Post by Tealraven on Oct 11, 2022 13:28:48 GMT -5
WAVECREST leaving camp / with mosslight
"Thanks for coming with me, Mosslight," the hunter grumbled.
He used to enjoy slipping out for a solo hunt. He enjoyed escaping the hustle and bustle and noise of camp to go prowling down the beach, with nothing but the salty breeze, the crying gulls, and the crashing surf for company. Now he found that when he was alone his own thoughts conspired against him, overwhelming him, until he couldn't focus on the hunt and returned with empty paws. He needed a distraction.
And then there was the boa - a lone cat in the jungle was easy prey. He disliked feeling vulnerable. Worse than that, he hated admitting that he needed protection. He wore a veneer of icy calm, a slight frown enhancing the handsome angles of his face, highlighting the intensity of his powder blue gaze.
Wavecrest pushed through the tangled undergrowth and paused, holding the drooping leaf of a palm fern aside with his tail for Mosslight to join him. Mollies first. "You know where we're going, right." Not a question, but a confirmation.
PARROTCALL healers' den / with saltwhisker, algaewing, coconutfall, & whitepaw
Parrotcall aimed a sharp look at Saltwhisker, eyebrows raised, when the healer squeaked a response to Algaewing. Odd. He hadn't been like this before she'd walked in. There was something familiar about the glazed, dreamy look in his eyes, the cracking voice, the sudden awkwardness. But Parrotcall kept his mouth shut. This was a puzzle to be figured out -- later. Perhaps it was related to Saltwhisker's mystery illness. He shook his head and refocused on Algaewing.
He remembered the shocked silence that had dropped over then den when Kiwipaw sneezed on Algaewing. He purred in amusement. "Poor thing. I wonder whether he has any idea that he may have just discovered the cure to snake mites. Sometimes the biggest discoveries start as accidents!" He cocked his head, intrigued by the idea of conducting an experiment. "I don't have any mites - yet--" he looked pointedly between the two healers,
"--but I wonder if the neem can be used as a preventative, as well? We should test that, too."
His faced brightened as Whitepaw stepped out of the shadows. She looked better today; he was pleased by how fast she was recovering. He beckoned her to join their huddle with a friendly wave of his striped orange tail. "Whitepaw! How do you feel about being the first subject for our grand experiment?"
JACARANDABLOOM gecko ravine / with boa patrol; specifies lemonpaw
On stealthy paws the scout crept into the shadows of the rotted log, stalking toward the nest like she would stalk an enemy cat. She wrinkled her nose at the stench of the snake and its leftover meals. Small bones crunched under her weight. She squinted, waiting for her oddly-colored eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness; in the muted light filtering through cracks in the log, her gaze had a hint of lavender.
She cut a glance toward Lemonpaw. "Well, Lemonpaw?" She whispered, her voice quieter than the grave. "What do you see? What do you smell?" The scent of the boa was old, but not stale; it had been here not long ago, perhaps the previous afternoon. There was another smell in here, too, that was similar to the boa but... not. She frowned. Had her guess been correct? Could there be... eggs in here? Her blood ran cold at the thought of yet more boas slithering through the jungle.
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Post by Tealraven on Oct 11, 2022 13:29:22 GMT -5
KIWIPAW heading to calm falls / with eelnose
Kiwipaw's smile grew. "Calm Falls it is, then!" He let Eelnose lead them out of camp. He had only been to the waterfall a pawful of times, usually to collect herbs from the lush pool at the bottom, the leaves fresh and damp from the mist of the gushing water. But lately the extra duties heaped on by all the cats with mites had kept him confined to camp. It had been a couple of moons since he'd last visited the falls, and he couldn't remember the way. So he trotted along beside his brother, happy to follow.
"Um, Eelnose...?" Kiwipaw said quietly after a few minutes had passed and they were well away from camp. "How, um. How do you feel about everything that's happened this moon?" It wasn't something he'd dared to talk about with anyone else, not even his dear friends Whitepaw and Butterflypaw. He wasn't even sure he should bring it up. His chest tightened with anxiety whenever controversial topics came up, but still... he needed to know. He needed to know he wasn't the only one feeling lost right now. Lost amidst the chaos of betrayal and the rising tensions in the Clan and the scaly menace prowling their jungle, preying on their Clanmates -- on his friends.
STORMSURF camp / with redwave
Stormsurf continued to observe. To notice. To file away information for later. Redwave was intelligent, and confident, he had no doubt about that; he'd heard enough when he'd eavesdropped on his conversation with the elders. He had the ambition to back it up, too. But that temper... the hard passion in his mew... it could be his greatest asset or his downfall. His face gave away his intentions. Stormsurf chuckled. So expressive. It was almost charming. Redwave had so much in common with his scout sister.
The healer kept his own voice level and calm, a lazy grin on his muzzle. "Just gone, huh? Somehow I sense that's only the start of it," He drawled. Redwave didn't trust him yet. Smart. Still, he knew how to make himself seem unremarkable, unthreatening, completely ordinary. It was easy enough to exceed the expectations of others when you deliberately kept them low. "So, what's your next move, Red? I'm not on your list, am I?"
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Post by moonclaw400 on Oct 11, 2022 14:12:00 GMT -5
Mosslight - Camp - Wavecrest
"I'm gonna be honest with you Wavecrest, not really. Where exactly did you want to hunt?"she asked, flicking her tail a bit. She kept an eye out, knowing about the danger of the boa and wanting to keep the hunter safe"Maybe the palm coast?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 11, 2022 15:12:41 GMT -5
Whitepaw »
Whitepaw had wanted to keep her distance when she noticed cats stepping into the healers’ den, especially after realizing who had entered. She wasn’t on bad terms with Algaewing, and if anything she appreciated that the older molly had been able to ease the pain in her leg from the day before. It was Coconutfall that Whitepaw was unsure about. Things had mellowed out between the two, but it was still awkward, stiff, and even now the scout apprentice could feel that tension lingered between the oracle and his older daughter. Coconutfall’s gaze landed briefly on Whitepaw, and rather than say anything in response she merely flicked her tail. It was all she was going to offer him.
Fortunately there was no need for her to start up a conversation with the tabby or even acknowledge him for long. She looked toward Parrotcall as he brought her into the midst of the group’s conversation, and as he did another itch burned along her flank. The tabby and white molly grumbled, again lifting a hind leg to scratch at the nuisance of a bug she knew was there. Annoyance remained on her face, though now it was part due to the fact that Parrotcall seemed so…jovial about the idea of this experiment.
Whitepaw curled her nose forward, ears lowering. Annoyance turned to disgusted distrust. ”Does it involve eating herbs? I think I’d much rather keep a few bugs than eat whatever plants you have in here,” she told the healer, stubbornness seeping into her words. But before there could be a response to her words she spoke again, putting more thought into this ordeal. ”Neem. Is that the stuff Kiwipaw sneezed all over Algaewing?” Her two-toned eyes drifted toward the mottled brown healer. ”I’ll try that.” If her memory served her correctly, and she was sure it was despite the pain she had been in the day before, then neem wasn’t orally administered. It was a topical remedy, and so long as Whitepaw didn’t have to eat any herbs then she didn’t mind being the start of this experiment.
Redwave »
There was a boa in camp just as there was outside. This one, though, came in the form of a blue furred feline with an ever watching blue gaze. He was tricky, smooth, and Redwave would even dare to say seductive; there was a charismatic charm to Stormsurf that made the red tabby feel as if he were safe to talk about whatever he has on his mind, safe to explore his ideas out loud. Letting his guard down felt so easy in the presence of Stormsurf, but that was the last thing Redwave needed to do. He didn’t know the healer well enough to know if he had a trustworthy ally or a conniving spy on his paws. When he had spoken to the counselors it had been different - the old cats had nothing to lose at this point, so why would they agree to be on Redwave’s side only to throw him out to the sharks later? But with Stormsurf…the healer was young, he had a whole life ahead of him, so of course he would be playing the game of leverage, participating in ways to get him ahead of every other cat out there. That was something Redwave had to be aware of when dealing with others. For all the advice telling him to cozy up to his Clanmates, Redwave was also aware to be finicky on who he trusted.
Though he was wary, he realized he needed cats his age on his side. He needed this generation of warriors to back him up when he made his move. Redwave was sure he had Mistlefall by his side, and he doubted Jacarandabloom would deny his words, but he needed to branch out beyond just his littermates. Stormsurf could be the branch that led him to the tree.
Squaring his shoulders and raising his head, Redwave looked directly at the healer in front of him. His amber eyes were unwavering as he spoke. ”I believe it’s time for a rightful leader to take charge. Coconutfall has gone against the Ocean and thought it was okay to name an illegitimate kit as his successor. What say you?” He questioned sharply, gaze never leaving Stormsurf, stance firm, expression intense as he waited for an answer.
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Post by Tealraven on Oct 13, 2022 16:03:29 GMT -5
WAVECREST palm coast / with mosslight
The broad, drooping leaf of the palm fern swished behind him as he padded after Mosslight. Together, the two cats plodded through the ever-thinning trees toward the Clan's oceanside hunting grounds. He nodded, a curt bob of his grey and white head, before realizing she couldn't see him. "Sure, Palm Coast. Let's do that." He was pretty sure there were no boas on the beach.
Soon the grass underpaw gave way to more and more sand. Wavecrest emerged from the trees and was greeted by a crisp sea breeze rolling in off the ocean: a welcome sensation on his fur. The sharp cry of a gull interrupted the awkward silence hanging between the two cats. Silence wasn't usually awkward for Wavecrest, but he knew it could be for others, and then he felt like he was expected to contribute to the conversation somehow, even though he could never think of what to say, and that made it awkward. He cleared his throat and slid his gaze to Mosslight. "You ever fish?"
STORMSURF camp / with redwave
Redwave did not say whether Stormsurf was on his hitlist or not. That was going to bother him. He wondered if Redwave knew it would bother him. He was keeping secrets from Stormsurf, though he didn't blame him. It did make him ever so curious, though. He wished he could peel back the protective layers Redwave so carefully wrapped himself in and see what made the tom tick. But Stormsurf could be patient.
He laughed, a sensual sound. "I say the Ocean has a lot to say about who should and shouldn't be leader despite not having a mouth. Or brains. Why don't we use our own for a change?" He cocked his head, still wearing that disarming smile. His tail-tip flicked slowly over the grass behind him even as he met the hunter's gaze with his own. An outsider watching the pair might have thought one was about to spring on the other. Redwave was too tense for his liking.
Stormsurf motioned with his tail for Redwave to walk with him - a casual stroll between two acquaintances rather than co-conspirators plotting possible anarchy. His gait was slow and smooth. "We're cats, not mindless fish subject to ocean currents ferrying us this way and that. We can make our own decisions about who should rule." He pointedly surveyed the camp with those stormy sea-green eyes. "And right now, I don't see anyone making any decisions. You are the only one who cares do something about-- about all of this." He waved a paw in a vague gesture. "It's all very intriguing, isn't it? You can't blame me for being a little curious, can you?" He batted his lashes at Redwave - another silly move to put the other tom at ease, but also just because.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Oct 13, 2022 16:10:09 GMT -5
Mosslight - Palm Coast - Wavecrest
"Honestly? No, not really the best at it"she said with a soft laugh"though I'm sure I could learn with some time"she said with a shrug
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Oct 14, 2022 5:30:13 GMT -5
Batpaw // ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · & Feathertalon - " Yeah, the healers are kinda going crazy over this, so we need to help them by asking you these questions, " the tom licked his paw and swiped it over his ear before looking back at Lionpaw, barely noticing the small tears forming in her dark eyes," sorry for bothering you for this though." The apprentice noticed that Lionpaw looked saddened, not knowing why, but the tom chose not to question it. Batpaw didn't want it to make it more awkward than it already was. " Well," the small cat looked to the side, avoiding Lionpaw's gaze," I'm glad you don't have any bugs,but if you feel anything strange, please don't hesitate to go see one of our healers." Bleh! I sound like a healer just now!" To of course...get rid of the bugs..." Batpaw looked at Lionpaw before blushing and looking away, embarrassed of how awkward he was just now.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 14, 2022 8:14:45 GMT -5
Redwave »
Lightning crackled through his fur as thunder shuddered in his bones. A storm raged within, and Redwave was prepared to take the storm and use it, channel the energy it held to destroy and wash away everything that had gone wrong. He would use it to bring about change, to turn everything right, but this was a storm he couldn’t manage all on his own. There was too much power, too many things that could go wrong if he tried controlling the torrent on his own. He needed others by his side, and as he listened to Stormsurf, he contemplated allowing the healer into the clouds with him.
The tabby hunter was silent as he fell into a pace beside Stormsurf, listening to what he had to say. There was truth to what the healer was saying. They weren’t fish who relied on the Ocean’s water to guide them. It was true that the Ocean has always told them who would be their next leader, but the Ocean was wrong this time. It had made a mistake. Or perhaps it hadn’t been wrong and the cat who spoke for the Ocean had simply used the trust the Clan had in their oracle to name whoever he wanted.
Lightning coursed down him, the fur along his spine bristling ever so slightly at the thought. ”We can make our own decision. And I’ll be the cat that does it.” The fur along his spine flattened. The look on his face was no longer tense and defensive, but rather open with ambition. His eyes blazed as an energetic, determined smirk pulled at his features. It was then that he decided that Stormsurf could hang around. The healer said everything Redwave wanted to hear and that was all the hunter needed. His reservations toward the other tom drifted away. Stormsurf wouldn’t get everything Redwave had to say just yet, but he’d be more open, allow Stormsurf to gather more info. For a cat wanting to be in the running for leader, he certainly was easy to let his guard down when the right words were spoken.
”Are you willing to help me, then?” He inquired. His head tilted as he looked toward Stormsurf. ”Will you stand with me as I give the Clan its true leader?”
Tigerpaw »
Tigerpaw was appreciative that Batpaw had taken the initiative to speak with Lionpaw at the moment. His tongue was too heavy to form words, his chest constricting with the guilt rushing over him. Why hadn’t he checked on Lionpaw recently? She was his littermate, for Ocean’s sake! He needed to make sure she was okay. He needed to reach out to her and find out if she was handling everything alright. But instead of doing that he had been…what all had he been doing? Goofing off with Ripplepaw, leaving camp without a scout to guide them like monkey-brained idiots. He had been training with Coconutfall, which was important, but why should a father he had only known of for a few days be more important than a sister he had known since the beginning? Even though he hadn’t noticed Lionpaw inside camp recently, it had still been his responsibility to try and look for her better than he had.
So lost in his own thoughts the brown tabby wasn’t aware of any of the emotions displayed on the two other apprentices. He was aware that Batpaw had went silent, and after waiting a few moments, Tigerpaw looked up to glance at his sister. He offered a small smile, weak as it was. Softly he stepped closer to Lionpaw. ”Would you like to join us? The help would be appreciated, and…” He paused, debating on whether or not he should continue what he had in mind, but eventually he decided to go with it, ”we haven’t had any time together for a while, so…” That’s when Tigerpaw allowed his voice to trail off and fade away. As he went silent the small smile turned to one of hope - hopefully Lionpaw would accept his offer. It wasn’t much as the two wouldn’t be alone, but it was better than nothing and that would have to suffice for now.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Oct 14, 2022 11:22:59 GMT -5
Lionpaw
Lionpaw's dark eyes flashed with hope as her ears straightened in surprise. "Oh- um... yeah, why not..?" Finally I've got something to do. Too bad Coconutfaaa... my father didn't assign me a mentor until Swiftsplash recovers. What an idiot, too preoccupied by his own problems... He doesn't even speak to me! Not that I want to speak to such a coward, anyway...
"And, uhm, Batpaw," she added sheepishly, "I'll keep it in mind. Visiting the healers, I mean." Although I'd rather not. The last thing I need is to see Lilypool and Algaewing... oh wait. Oh no!
The ginger molly remembered with a pang of dread that she'd agreed to help the healers. Ugh! The one time me and Tigerpaw can have some quality time I have to spend it with those two!
"So uh.. are we leaving now or?"
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Oct 14, 2022 11:33:18 GMT -5
Saltwhisker
with parrotcall, whitepaw, algaewing, coconufall Tealraven Feathertalon thejadestorm (may have forgotten a tag or two..)
Saltwhisker shook his head, a small smile enveloping his features. "No, no, you don't have to eat anything. You'll just have to stay still and cooperate," he meowed, his heart still beating quickly from the recent interaction with Algaewing. His fur felt heavy and hot again, and he pushed his shoulders back, flattening his ears as he watched the mottled molly from the corner of his eyes. He looked down, pretending to lick his paw as he gazed at the she-cat once more. A sudden fear began to claw at his heart until he looked away, afraid- but afraid of what, exactly? That was a question he didn't know the answer to.
"And... and, yeah, you will... I mean... um, one of us will, or me, uh, I'll give you the neem." He stared right through Whitepaw, a dreamy haze of emotions slurring in his blue eyes.
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 14, 2022 12:22:46 GMT -5
Tigerpaw »
Guilt remained coiled inside the young apprentice, but the ache of it dulled when Lionpaw took up his offer in helping them out. Blue eyes light with joy, he gave a little bounce, tail swishing back and forth.
Excitement sparked in his paws. He bounced up and down, clearly overjoyed that his littermate would be joining him and Batpaw today. Tongue no longer heavy, words began to form freely upon it. He wanted to speak and say something to his littermate, but he forced the words back for now. She was speaking to Batpaw and he didn’t want to interject where his opinion wasn’t needed.
He did, however, speak up when Lionpaw questioned if they were leaving now. ”Before we go anywhere else, is anybody still in the den? We were tasked to speak with as many apprentices as we could,” he told his littermate, curious to see if she had been the only apprentice still inside or not.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Oct 14, 2022 13:06:56 GMT -5
( hahaha i know what to doooooo !!!!!!!
i deleted my ripple starter to put her in the den with tiger!! im evil!!!! >:3 )
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Post by Tealraven on Oct 14, 2022 13:16:19 GMT -5
WAVECREST palm coast / with mosslight
Wavecrest inclined his head at the molly's soft laugh. "Have you ever tried it? Fishing, that is?" His eyes flicked to the sea. Something in the restless surf called to him; it always had. Even now he felt his paws being tugged toward the shore, toward the place where the cool, clear water foamed and lapped at the sand. The last time he had come here, he'd been so intent on his hunt that he'd been knocked over by a surprise wave. He was lucky it hadn't dragged him back into the water. His face warmed at the memory, and at Mosslight's eyes on him, ever the watchful scout. He had no desire to make a fool of himself again. Especially in front of another molly.
SUNCHASER camp / with quickwind
"Hm?" The silver molly murmured as she emerged from the hunter's den. Her ears twitched, and she turned her head this way and that, those sage green eyes seeking the source of the voice that had caught her attention.
"I said, 'hi, Quickwind! Are you heading out?'" Sunchaser repeated. She rarely had to repeat herself. The other cat must have truly been lost in her own thoughts to not have heard her; Sunchaser's exuberant voice had a tendency to carry. She loped over to the young hunter, muscles rippling, a dazzling smile on her muzzle. Her green eyes were bright as she tipped her head down to Quickwind. The golden scout towered over most other mollies and even a few toms, her brother included. But there was nothing intimidating in her countenance as she asked, "Need a scout? I could use an opportunity to stretch my legs!"
STORMSURF camp / with redwave
Delight rippled through Stormsurf. How easily Redwave responded to flattery! So hungry he was for any kind of praise or acknowledgement! Which probably said something unfortunate about the other tom's upbringing - perhaps his relationship with his father had always been strained - but Stormsurf would consider that another time. For now it was one more tool to add to his kit. Maybe he would find an ally in the Oracle's son yet.
"It's about time someone did something," said Stormsurf. "I want to see where this goes. And I think you'll find having a healer on your team to be a valuable weapon in your arsenal." He didn't really need to sell himself any further at this point, but his ego couldn't resist. "The healers' den is a busy place. Lots of cats always coming and going for one reason or another. You can hear all sorts of fascinating rumors while you're sorting herbs or fixing a poultice." It would be an easy enough matter to gather intel for Redwave, and Stormsurf would risk nothing personally. There was a lot he could do for Redwave from in the healers' den, in fact. Ideas were already swirling through his mind. He would save them for later, though, in case the tabby hunter ever doubted his loyalty for some reason. One thing at a time.
So the blue-grey tom sketched a bow. "My services are yours, Redwave." For as long as it suited him, anyway. He stood and arched an eyebrow at him. "So what happens next?"
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Oct 14, 2022 13:46:28 GMT -5
Ripplepawwith lionpaw, tigerpaw and batpaw rob lucci's wife Feathertalon
A pair of blue eyes burned in the far corners of the den. Ripplepaw had woken up a few moments prior, listening to what the apprentices had been talking about. She wanted to join in, since she had slept for a bit longer then usual because of Mintsong leaving to go tend to the needs of the boa patrol.
"Good morning, Batpaw, Lionpaw and..." She flushed with colour, although the other cats were unable to see it in the dark. "Tigerpaw," she squeaked, raising to her paws.
"I'd like to help with the experiment. I've been itchy, anyway," she stated, tilting her head thoughtfully.
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