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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 2, 2022 12:25:20 GMT -5
Coconutfall »
with clan - open
Night was beginning to fall over the tropical island that made a home for the cats of HibiscusClan. A few rays of sun still lingered, turning the darkening sky a brilliant shade of pink that was reminiscent to the soft hues of the hibiscus flower, rare as it was on the island. The sounds of the Ocean could just barely be heard over the chatter that sounded around the camp, the waves gently lapping onto the shore, a promise of a tranquil night. As the sky grew darker, those last rays of sun dying out underneath the Ocean, a full moon rose gently in the sky. Flower Night was upon the Clan, a time for all the cats of HibiscusClan to gather at the Calm Falls and relax, to catch up with friends and not have to worry about the stress of Clan life for one night. It was a time to find peace.
A time to find peace, Coconutfall thought to himself, unable to hold back the sarcasm in his inner voice. The Clan had been anything but peaceful in the last moon, not that he himself had tried to subtract from the chaos. If anything he had been the catalyst for all of this, the reason for why the Clan had been in such a disarray. Almost a moon ago he had gathered the Clan for what should have been a joyous ceremony, and yet, when he uttered the words of who his successor would be upon his passing, all Abyss had broken out. Such a big part of him hadn’t even wanted to announce to the Clan who his apprentice should be, a part of him had wanted to stand there and lie to his Clan and tell him it was one of his older kits, but he had so clearly heard the Ocean telling him who to pick. There was no doubt in his mind at that moment that the Ocean had picked Tigerpaw. He had been so sure that their ancestors realized that Coconutfall had always loved Sandheart deeper than he had Vanillabloom, and so they were allowing him to step outside the borders of the code, granting him a chance to truly be happy. Some foolish part of him had hoped the Clan would agree and would accept Tigerpaw as their neophyte, but clearly that had not been the case. Some cats accepted this, some cats didn’t glare at him any time Coconutfall appeared among his Clanmates, but those cats were few and far between. Everytime the oracle left his den he felt small inside his pelt, tiny under the harsh gazes of those who had once been friendly toward him. The brown tabby had never been that popular of a leader - his skills for decision making had always been weak - but he had never felt hated by his Clanmates until now.
A tremor ran through him. The Oracle froze mere pawsteps away from exiting his den. Just how many cats would even follow him into the darkness for this moonly tradition? Surely no cat would want to miss the opportunity to relax and be with friends and family rather than on patrols, but would the Clan be willing to follow his lead even if for just a short trek? There were already cats who would be staying in the camp due to ailments or injuries. The boa patrol had been some days ago by now, but there had been some drastic wounds that would need time to heal. Coconutfall thanked the Ocean that no cat had been killed, especially considering he had a daughter and his mate on the patrol. Even still, the time to celebrate the patrol’s semi-success had been short lived, and even now, some sunsets later, a few members remained in the healers’ den, which in turn meant that a few healers had volunteered to stay back and keep an eye on those who were healing, too injured to even make it to Calm Falls. Lilypool, another one of Coconutfall’s daughters, had volunteered to stay in camp. Coconutfall had tried to talk her into coming to Flower Night anyway, but the tabico, for as soft as she was, had shown her rare stubborn side, not daring to change her mind on where she’d be this full moon night.
The tomcat shook his head free of these thoughts. He needed to get out there and gather up his Clan; he had already broken one tradition in the last moon, he wasn’t about to break another by not beginning the Flower Night.
Taking a deep breath he forced himself out of his den. Though anxious he raised his tail and head high, hopeful that this stance would command some semblance of confidence. ”Cats of HibiscusClan!” He started, hearing no tremor in his words thus far. ”For all those participating in Flower Night, we will be leaving shortly. Gather and follow after me!” Amber-green eyes gazed across the clearing of camp, watchful for movement. It was clear he had gathered quite a bit of attention, and while his words had been firm before and his stance was still tall, he once again felt a shudder run through him. Commanding his Clan had always been hard for him, even as an apprentice. Being a leader had never felt natural to him. He had been excited and surprised when his mother had announced him as her successor seasons ago, but as time went on and Coconutfall aged, it became more and more apparent that leadership wasn’t his strong suit. He never spoke to his mother about these fears, afraid that she’d reprimand him harshly and make a fool of himself - not that Palmshade was a terrible mother, but her deciding to have kits had surely been out of obligation and not out of a maternal desire. Obligation had surely been the only reason Palmshade had a mate - his mother had never been the affectionate type, always strictly business, and while Lorythroat had tried to get the former oracle to open up, Coconutfall doubted the ginger tom ever had any luck. Beyond her faults, Palmshade had been an exceptional leader. Swift in her decisions and fiercely protective of her Clan, Palmshade had led HibiscusClan proudly and greatly. Coconutfall had always known he would never live up to his mother, but now he was doubting he would ever live up to anything at all.
Finding himself to be drifting in thoughts once more, Coconutfall shook them away. He forced himself back into the present. He stood in the center of camp a moment longer before whisking his tail, a silent gesture for those who wished to enjoy Flower Night to follow him out of camp and toward Calm Falls. Tigerpaw »
”So there we were, staring this massive boa right in the eyes!” Whitepaw paused in her story to take a bite of the lobster the three littermates were sharing. This was probably the sixth or seventh time Tigerpaw, and perhaps even Lionpaw, had heard this retelling of Whitepaw’s ferocious battle with the now deceased boa, and while the brown tabby could very well tell his sister to shut up about it, he was curious to hear her continue. Each time she told the story the details became all the more exaggerated. He could only wonder how long it would be before Whitepaw told them the boa was as wide as the Ocean and longer than any trees on the island. ”I mean, it was long enough to stretch from one end of camp to outside! And you two wouldn’t believe how fat that thing was, no doubt it could have eaten Scarmaw herself,” Whitepaw continued once finishing her bite.
Knowing that Whitepaw was too absorbed in her story to notice, Tigerpaw shot an amused glance toward Lionpaw, blue eyes sparkling with the laughter he was holding in his chest. Ever since Whitepaw had been cleared to leave the healers’ den she had been going on and on about the boa. It was her way of showing off her new scar as well. Tigerpaw had to admit that the scar looked rather nasty, but Whitepaw was immensely proud of it, calling it her mark of bravery. What she had done had been pretty brave, but also foolish. What if she had gotten more hurt than she had? The boa could have easily subdued her and constricted her for its next meal, especially if the reptile was as big as Whitepaw continued to make it. And then there was the fact that Butterflypaw had been with her. The healer was sure to not have much in way of battle training unlike Whitepaw. What if the boa had gone after the calico molly instead? She wouldn’t have been able to fend it off as easily as Whitepaw, and knowing how attached his sister was to the healer he could only imagine how depressed and angry his littermate would be had something happened to Butterflypaw.
This was something he didn’t have to think about for long. Again he focused on Whitepaw, the brown and white tabby shivering with excitement as if she were reliving the moment all over again. ”Now I was furious when that fish-for-brains thought it could take down the Great Whitepaw! I gave it a worse bite than it ever could have given me. In fact, I bet the patrol wouldn’t have even been able to kill it if not for me. The Clan should be thanking me just as much.” Whitepaw puffed her chest out as she huffed, clearly not pleased with the lack of attention she had been shown despite, in her words, being the boa’s downfall.
As his littermate continued her spiel, Tigerpaw took the chance to take a bite of the lobster. Once he took a piece for himself he pushed it toward Lionpaw. ”Hey, who knows,” he mewed over to Whitepaw, swallowing the lobster, ”maybe you’ll get your full scout name soon. Coconutfall told me Lemonpaw and Creekpaw might tonight.” The two toms were some moons older than Whitepaw, but she had shown astounding bravery for going after the boa. There was a fine line between being brave and being a fool, but with the way things had turned out, more would conclude that Whitepaw was brave rather than foolish. Tigerpaw himself saw it both ways, but Whitepaw was his sister and he’d never say she was fish-brained for protecting her Clan.
Whitepaw snorted. Maw open, she was about to say something when Coconutfall’s announcement stopped her. ”Cats of HibiscusClan! For all those participating in Flower Night, we will be leaving shortly. Gather and follow after me!”
Attention snapping toward his father, Tigerpaw pushed away from the lobster and got up to his paws. He had almost forgotten that there was a full moon tonight. Strangely a pit of dread opened inside of the neophyte. A moon ago he had been excited for Flower Night, so much so that Sandheart had to tell him more than once to calm himself lest he fall victim to his antics. But this time around he didn’t feel excited at all.
Whitepaw was the first to walk away. She nodded toward her littermate. ”I’m gonna go find Butterflypaw and Kiwipaw. I’ll talk to you two later.” With that she bounded off. She must have found Kiwipaw rather quickly as Tigerpaw clearly heard her call out to the tom.
Turning to Lionpaw, Tigerpaw leaned forward and nudged her. ”Wanna come with me?” He wasn’t sure if Lionpaw had any friends she’d want to meet up with, but he also wouldn’t mind if he had one sibling by his side. He was sure he’d need to be near Coconutfall as they left considering his newfound position in the Clan, and it was possible Lionpaw wouldn’t want to be around their father, but Tigerpaw silently hoped she would see he wanted support.
Whitepaw »
With a nod of departure toward her littermates, Whitepaw was off. It didn’t take long for the scout trainee to locate Kiwipaw. Upon seeing the light brown tom, she waved him down with flicks of her tail, calling out to him. ”Hey, Kiwipaw! Coming to Flower Night or are you being kept in camp?” She had heard the talk of how some of the healers were staying behind this moon to keep an eye on those who had been injured. She assumed her friend was allowed to join in on the fun considering he wasn’t stuck inside the healers’ den at the moment, but perhaps this was just him getting a break in before reporting back to work. Whitepaw’s nose wrinkled at the thought; this was yet another reason why she could never be a healer. Too much responsibility that took away from joining in on fun and exciting events outside of camp. Her paws were too full of energy to sit in camp all day looking after the wound or ill.
On that same topic came another thought. Whitepaw stretched up on her toes, looking over and around Kiwipaw with an expectant look plastered on her face. ”Is Butterflypaw going? I don’t see her…” Disappointment was clear on the molly scout’s face at the realization. It was common for the two to not see each other more often than not given their different professions, but Flower Night was all about seeing friends and catching up with them. The last time Whitepaw had been able to really hang out with the calico had been the day she sustained her injury and already she craved being around the healer once more. Heat rushed underneath her patched tabby pelt, forcing Whitepaw to shuffle herself uncomfortably. Had Butterflypaw been asked to stay behind? Whitepaw hoped not. She really hoped to spend some time with her tonight, and with Kiwipaw as well. The trio were close but rarely got to actually hang out. With them all being in the middle of their training Flower Night was one of the few times they were almost guaranteed time to spend with one another, and Whitepaw wished for that to not be ruined this moon.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 2, 2022 12:25:58 GMT -5
Crocodilefang »
with clan - open
Crocodilefang pushed himself to his paws upon hearing the oracle’s voice ringing out. The scout had just been finishing up his evening meal, a small angelfish that the hunting patrol he had been assigned to caught earlier that morning. He swiped his tongue across his teeth, freeing any bits of meat that might have lingered. He quickly cleaned up the remains of his meal, mostly fragile bones and fins that didn’t sound too appealing to him at the moment, before heading toward Coconutfall’s general direction. A few other cats had gathered nearby, and as one who didn’t mingle too closely with others Crocodilefang remained some distance back but made sure he was just close enough to be noticed as somebody who was joining the Flower Night.
Flower Night was something a lot of cats looked forward to every moon. It was a chance to hang out and relax. Crocodilefang respected it as a tradition, he believed it was beneficial for a large group of cats to be allowed a time to converse and mingle, but Flower Night wasn’t a particularly fun time for him personally. Always a loner, the scout tended to stick to himself on the night of the full moon. He would perhaps get a Clanmate or two to sit beside him for a few minutes and then leave in pursuit of chattier company. Wavecrest was usually the cat who joined him on this night, his littermate not much for socializing either, but as Crocodilefang scanned the camp it wasn’t his brother that he was looking for. Instead he was subconsciously hoping to spot the familiar cream and ginger pelt of Parrotcall.
Some unknown emotion rose in the scout’s chest, burning his throat. He huffed in hopes of clearing whatever it was out only to find that the feeling worsened. The tom tightened his jaw, shaking his head. He needed to clear his mind. Lately his thoughts had wandered to Parrotcall, more often than not the scout finding himself thinking of the flamboyant healer. It had all started the few days ago when he had visited the healers to get his wound checked out. By now the injury was fine, more of a scar than a wound, but Parrotcall remained fresh in his thoughts, a thorn stuck in his mind. Crocodilefang huffed once more, ears drawing back toward his skull. Why he continued to think about the tom was beyond the scout. It was just as annoying as a mosquito biting into his side yet he did nothing about it. Did he linger on the thought of Parrotcall because he was impressed by the tom’s skills? It was surprising to him still that the healer was as efficient as he was considering how colorful his personality was. His skill had been proven upon Crocodilefang’s wound healing without a hitch. It had certainly left a lasting impression on the scout, one that wouldn’t leave him alone.
More and more cats began to gather nearby. Before long his Clanmates began to head out of camp, following Coconutfall as he led the Clan out to the Calm Falls. Crocodilefang lingered in camp momentarily before following suit, yet even as he followed he remained on the lookout for Parrotcall. If he couldn’t get the tom out of his thoughts then the least he could do was keep an eye out for the healer. Crocodilefang didn’t plan on actively seeking Parrotcall out, but if they happened to cross paths then the scout might just invite the healer over for a chat. What Crocodilefang would say he had no idea, but surely he’d think of something, and if not he was sure Parrotcall, the ever chatty charismatic tom that he was, would come up with something conversation wise. Skinkstripe »
with vanillabloom & dovekit / clan - open
Whining could clearly be heard from the nursery followed by the soft hush of Skinkstripe as she tried to console her three kits. ”I wanna go to Flower Night, Skinkstripe!” Cried Dovekit, his ruddy pelt ruffled and fluffed out.
Skinkstripe shook her head dejectedly as she leaned down to nudge her son back toward the nest. ”The three of you are still too young. You’ll have to wait until you’re apprentices,” she told them gently. Should this whining come from any other cat then the queen wouldn’t be soft, rather she would be harsh and unforgiving, but with her kits she was gentle, calm even. It hurt her to tell the litter no. Just because they thought they’d be able to handle staying up late didn’t mean they would. Skinkstripe knew for a fact that the three would grow tired within the hour and throw a fit over not being in the comforts of their nest. Knowing that didn’t stop the molly from feeling bad at denying their wishes, but having raised a litter before she knew that parenting involved saying ‘no’ every now and then.
”We’re old enough! All three of us,” Dovekit mumbled under his breath as he lashed his tail in Horizonkit and Sunsetkit’s direction.
Again Skinkstripe nudged her son in an attempt to soothe him. Luckily he said nothing more, but a clear sullen look remained on his face. ”I promise it won’t be long until you’re apprentices. Then you can attend all the Flower Nights you want.” With the little dispute mostly settled - Dovekit was now playing the silent treatment game while curled up pitifully in the nest - Skinkstripe turned away from her kits and cast Vanillabloom, who sat only a few nests over, an amused look. ”Still want to watch them for me?”
Skinkstripe’s amusement was reflected in Vanillabloom’s own smile. ”Of course. I’ve handled upset kits plenty of times,” she answered warmly, smiling over toward the litter of three. A few days back Skinkstripe had asked Vanillabloom if she would be willing to watch her kits for her so that she could attend Flower Night. She had missed last moon’s due to giving birth only a few sunrises prior and she was feeling somewhat antsy to join her Clanmates in the tradition. Vanillabloom was a blessing for being okay with staying behind to watch the kits. Skinkstripe couldn’t thank the white queen enough.
Skinkstripe blinked warmly at Vanillabloom. ”Thank you again.” Then with a wave of her tail the ruddy queen turned to leave. Coconutfall’s call had not gone unnoticed, even in the nursery. ”You know where I’ll be if something comes up.” With one last look toward her litter Skinkstripe slipped out of the den to join up with the gathered cats, hoping to find her mate and spend some time with him during the night. Brightclaw »
Excitement flashed hot underneath the ginger and white molly’s pelt upon hearing Coconutfall’s announcement to the Clan. Tonight was Flower Night! Oh, she had forgotten all about the full moon being so close, and now hearing this announcement caused elation to explode throughout her. ”Flower Night! Flower Night!” Brightclaw changed merrily as she quickly jumped out of her nest inside the scouts’ den; she had been preparing for a night’s long slumber when she had heard the oracle calling for cats to gather if they wanted to attend. A long day of scouting the borders and then joining a healer patrol had left the large molly ready for bed, but sleep no longer plagued her mind. Excitement replaced weariness and all Brightclaw could think about was the gathering.
Anticipation trembled through her body as forcefully as a tidal wave. Would this Flower Night finally be the night where she found a hibiscus flower all on her own? She hoped so. It had always been a dream of Brightclaw’s to discover a patch of the rare flowers all on her own, and thus far she had been unsuccessful. Despite the Clan being named after the beautiful flowers, they were incredibly hard to find, Calm Falls being one of the only places on the island that they could be found. Brightclaw vividly remembered the time she had explored Calm Falls with her family during one Flower Night. They had scoured the area for what felt like hours, even splitting up to search for any hibiscus. The scout had paired up with her littermate, but neither Brightclaw nor Aniselight had found any sign of the flower. Fortunately, their parents had had better luck, and when the two sisters had returned to their parents they had found that Coppershore had been able to find an elusive flower, Brightclaw confident that her father had been able to find it thanks to his herb-sensitive nose. The memory warmed Brightclaw and left a smile on her face.
So deep in her thoughts the molly didn’t even notice a fellow Clanmate mere steps away from her.
Brightclaw was stopped dead in her tracks when she ran square into the unsuspecting cat. Due to her size she had hit the poor feline with her chest which in turn knocked the breath right out of her; Brightclaw stumbled back, frozen on her paws for a moment until her lungs kicked back into gear, focusing on finding a steady pattern before she could do anything else. Moments later the scout sprung back, eyes wide and frantic as they landed on none other than Troutwhisker; instantly the fur around her neck raised. ”Oh, Troutwhisker, I’m-I’m so sorry!” She stammered out as she frantically rushed closer to the tom, pale eyes looking over him in search of any injuries. Excitement fizzled and turned into panic, her heart pounding so furiously she could feel it pulsing even in her paws. ”Do you need a healer? Should I go get Coppershore? Oh, you might need more than just Coppershore! He’s incredible, but what if I crushed all your bones? I’m so sorry, Troutwhisker!” Panic rose higher inside the molly. Her words now stumbled as she continued, ”Let me get Whalewhisker- I…I mean Saltfall- No! What about Littleparrot- I’m not good at these names!” Brightclaw whined, ears pulling flat on her head as she dramatically plopped onto the ground. Here Troutwhisker was probably crushed and she couldn’t even say any of the healers’ names right, stumbling over them and mashing them together with some other name. The scout groaned in defeat. Not only had she crushed Troutwhisker but she had crushed any chance at having a relaxing night looking for hibiscus flowers now.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 2, 2022 12:27:02 GMT -5
Lilypool »
with - open
The clamoring outside the healers’ den was lost on Lilypool as she stared at the current pile of herbs at her paws. Gavilana and ginger were in abundance, something she had made sure of after the boa patrol had initially been taken care of. After seeing to it that all cats had been stabilized Lilypool had made sure to gather as many herbs as necessary for wound treatment - she had even requested other healers to keep an eye out for any herbs of the sort as well. Along with that she had made sure to treat all new patients with a hefty amount of lime and, upon Algaewing’s recent findings, neem. While the lime didn’t seem to do anything to the bugs that had transferred from boa to cat, it was still a precautionary action that Lilypool wanted to take. Neem seemed to be working on the bugs, but Lilypool wanted to be safe rather than sorry, and so adding lime to her poultices had come without a problem for her.
There were a few herbs that Lilypool would like to stock up on in the coming days, but that would be a problem for tomorrow. Night was falling and the full moon was rising. Flower Night was upon the cats of HibiscusClan once more, yet Lilypool had opted out of going and would instead remain in camp. A few patients remained in the healers’ den due to the recent boa attacks and infestation, and Lilypool wasn’t about to leave them. Earlier that day she had caught herself in a daydream that involved her and Rookfall chatting it up at the Calm Falls, and as the night progressed they would curl up beside one another to share tongues; heat swarmed the tabico at the reminder. It was getting harder and harder to not think about Rookfall as of late, but the black tom needed to be on the bottom of her list at the moment. She had patients that needed her full attention, not her mooning over some handsome scout that made her feel as light as a feather whenever he was around.
Snap out of it, she warned herself. Knowing she needed to get her mind off Rookfall the tabico busied herself with putting up the excess herbs, placing them carefully in little nooks that lined the walls of the healers’ den. Sounds from outside the den distracted her thoughts as well, giving her plenty of other topics to think - topics that didn’t cloud her head with silly thoughts and daydreams. With the den being much emptier than it had been in the past few days now would be the perfect time to sort through their stores and clean out any herbs that had dried out or simply rotted. With how crazy it had been there had been little time to deep clean, but Lilypool saw the chance to do as much tonight, and by the Ocean she was going to get it done. A few other healers had volunteered to stay behind as well so she wouldn’t be the only cat inside. Perhaps she could persuade some of her fellow denmates to help tidy up while things were slow. It would be a long, boring task, but a necessity nonetheless.
Redwave »
with - open
It wouldn’t be long before the soft sounds of the night were drowned out by the noise of cats talking with one another. Redwave had already slipped away from the confines of camp and headed to the Calm Falls. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Coconutfall and the rest of the Clan spilled into the area. The red furred tabby huffed. If he were being honest he wouldn’t have even gone to Flower Night if not for the fact that Stormsurf was supposed to meet up with him. ‘Supposed to’ was the key phrase here. Something about Stormsurf kept setting Redwave’s emotions into a frenzy, a wild storm that would rage between trust and distrust. There was an eerie calmness that resided within the blue-gray healer, a foreign concept to the raging chaos that swirled inside Redwave like a fire. It didn’t make sense to him, he wasn’t sure of it, yet at the same time, Redwave found himself being drawn to it. Against all odds he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to follow alongside Stormsurf and keep him as an ally.
The curiosity to know if Stormsurf would stay true to his word kept Redwave where he was. Darkness was falling quickly, the light of the full moon reflecting sharply against the nearby water. It was enough to make Redwave narrow his eyes against the shine. While not out in the open where any cat could see him, Redwave had sat himself down near an edge where any cat seeking him out would be able to easily spot him. There was no way Stormsurf would miss him should the healer come looking for him as he should. Distrust flickered momentarily inside. Redwave flexed his claws against the soft ground. Stormsurf would keep to his words. Stormsurf would report to him with a list of those who would be willing to hear him out. What did the healer have to gain by making an enemy out of Redwave?
Redwave shifted in his spot as he gazed out toward the path to camp. Any moment now Coconutfall would be walking the rest of the Clan in. The hunter’s claws flexed into the ground once more. With Stormsurf’s help it wouldn’t be long now before it was Redwave leading the Clan for the full moon Flower Night. He wondered who all Stormsurf had spoken with and who would be willing to change the Clan’s leadership. It was intriguing while also thrilling to find out. Who would be his followers and who would be his enemy? Within a few moments the answer should be all his to know.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Dec 2, 2022 14:04:24 GMT -5
(Oh my God I love her)
Troutwhisker hadn't been the best at searching, kinda just searching the bare minimum. A sigh fell from his muzzle, having been planning on getting some last minute hunting in when he hit the ground. He let out a soft huff, starting to get up when his eyes landed on Brightclaw.
He knew the molly sure, but never had the chance to talk thise close. He felt himself getting flustered, quickly shaking out of it when he saw how worried she was"hey, hey, I'm ok"he said, quickly getting up"I'm not gonna be hurt that easily. You gotta do a bit more before I am"
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 2, 2022 15:56:16 GMT -5
[ bright is an absolute mess ] Brightclaw »
If she had crushed Troutwhisker, effectively killing him, then what was she supposed to tell the Clan? How could she explain herself? Brightclaw supposed she’d have to tell the truth - that she wasn’t paying any attention to where she was going and accidentally slammed her giant frame into Troutwhisker’s much smaller one. Would they believe her? The entire Clan knew she was large and muscular, one of the biggest cats in the Clan. Coralstep rivaled her, yet that didn’t count much considering the black molly was Brightclaw’s mother. Large genes flowed through the family, but never before had those large genes been the cause of a death. Would they exile her for killing Troutwhisker? They were bound to do something if she killed a Clanmate, but Brightclaw had no idea what the punishment would be or anything to even compare it to. Since her birth the Clan had been relatively peaceful. It had been only recently when drama began to prey upon the island felines and the drama had nothing to do with a murder.
Even though she was still frantic, a slumped down rag of ginger and white, Brightclaw noticed movement as Troutwhisker got to his paws. Instantly the molly shot forward, using her wide frame to help balance the tom as she pressed lightly against him, convinced that he would be in pain and struggling to stand. ”You sure you don’t need me to take you to a healer or two or five?” Worry drenched every word of her question. Pale green eyes darted all over his body to search for signs of injury. Nothing immediately showed, but the scout was still convinced she had crushed a good portion of his bones. |
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Dec 2, 2022 16:02:30 GMT -5
Lionpaw
"Oh wow. Sounds like one biiiiig boa," she meowed, a light hint of happiness edging her voice. She'd missed hanging out with her siblings, and, despite having heard Whitepaw's story at least five times so far, she enjoyed listening to it more then anything as she shared a lobster with her littermates.
Right as Tigerpaw glanced at her, she looked at him as well. Her lips curved into a half-smile, desperately trying to contain laughter in the depths of her throat. Her amber gaze held the mischievous glint that had been missing for so long once more; her siblings made her feel better.
She looked back at Whitepaw, nodding wisely as she continued. "You're right. They should give you the name Whitesnake!" She chuckled, almost choking on the red, stiff meat in her mouth.
She glanced at her brother, acknowledging his serious addition to her statement. "For real, though. You were really brave!" She remembered the interaction she'd had with Lemonpaw; he'd asked her something about her mother. It was an understatement to say she'd have clawed his face off hadn't he apologized. She didn't like her mother or her father much, especially not since it was revealed Coconutfall was her father. With a pang of dread, she realized she'll probably never bring herself to say 'father' to him.
She nodded to Whitepaw, acknowledging her. "Bye." She bit into the lobster, a mouthful of meat in her mouth. She looked up at Tigerpaw as he spoke. "Sure. I don't have anyone in mind. We could look for hibiscus flowers later," she mewed.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 2, 2022 16:41:05 GMT -5
Tigerpaw »
Flower Night had once been so fun for Tigerpaw. Only last moon he had been super excited for the gathering, but tonight he only felt dread. It was getting easier for him to accept his new position within the Clan, but he knew there were cats who still looked at him in disgust, appalled that he had been chosen as neophyte, appalled that he had been sired by Coconutfall. He could only wonder how bad the stares would be tonight, how intense the gossip would be. How many cats would whisper just behind his back about how he was a disgrace? His stomach twisted with anxiety. Lionpaw was sure to be filling the same way, but if she was he couldn't tell. There didn't seem to be a hint of worry upon her body. Tigerpaw sighed; Whitepaw didn't look rattled either, not that she was the type to let worry get to her. Whitepaw was strong, physically and mentally, and while she could sport a temper at times, Tigerpaw had never witnessed her act out of fear. If only he could be as strong as she was.
Some of his anxiety vanished as Lionpaw agreed to walk with him. He smiled at his littermate, leaning forward to nudge her. "Thanks," he murmured, and then added, eyes sparkling hopefully, "If Coconutfall doesn't need me tonight, then yeah, we can for sure look for hibiscus flowers." He had never found any of the elusive flowers. Then again, he had only experienced a few Flower Nights in his lifetime, and Tigerpaw was well aware that there were some counselors who had never found a hibiscus flower either. He did briefly wonder if he would be lucky, though. The Ocean had picked him, had it not? Surely it would allow him the experience of finding the very flower the Clan was named after.
Gesturing for Lionpaw to follow, Tigerpaw padded over to the group of gathering cats. He lingered some pawsteps away, but made sure to look over to Coconutfall, making eye contact with the brown tabby. The oracle nodded, a silent invite for the two to come closer. Heart racing as he moved closer to his father, Tigerpaw once again looked to Lionpaw for support. She was a sturdiness that he needed right now, a stability that comforted him deeply.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Dec 2, 2022 17:51:45 GMT -5
He leaned up, gently nuzzling the other"trust me, if I was hurt half the clan would know about it by now"he said with a soft chuckle"just calm down, don't need to worry or Mosslight will see and start worrying with you"he kept his gaze on the other, tail flicking quickly
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Dec 3, 2022 11:18:03 GMT -5
Lionpaw
Dread coursed through her as the two littermates approached Coconutfall. She cursed under her breath, flicking her ears irritably as she approached her father. The Neophyte glanced at his sister as she strode forward, and a sudden surge of apathy hit the tawny molly. She blinked at him, her amber eyes suddenly cold and lacking any emotion. They didn't glow with as much pride as usual. Despite this, she smiled at him, reassuring him as she hoped it had not been obvious how much she wanted the earth beneath their paws to crack open and suck them in.
"Hello, Coconutfall- I mean... um.. father...?" The word 'father' had been spoken so quietly and slowly, as if it was still surreal to the molly that the Oracle was her father; and, frankly, it was. She had always valued tradition, and she'd never liked the idea of breaking it. The moment the tabby apprentice was named the Neophyte, she fell into a shock that had lasted a couple of days. She began to sneak out of camp alone, questioning her heritage many times.
An awkward feeling bestowed upon her as she stared at the Oracle, forcing her gaze to fall to the ground and then to her paws. This Flower Night didn't excite her too much.
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Holiday craze. Replies wont be coming for a while sorry!
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Post by brambleflight on Dec 3, 2022 13:19:41 GMT -5
Jellysplash - Gathering - Open With the announcement of Flower Night, the molly rose to her paws from where she had been resting. There was a noticeable bounce in Jellysplash's step as she moved to join the gathering cats. A soft, cheerful tune hummed from her closed mouth as she moved to join her clan-mates. Flower Night had always been a well loved tradition for the she-cat for there was nothing she enjoyed more than both listening to and sharing stories. Of course, the last moon had been rather uneventful for her so she, unfortunately, had less to share. Still, Jellysplash expected to enjoy Flower Night as usual. ----
Oysterfur - Gathering - Open Oysterfur looked over as Coconutfall made his announcement. The tom had been debating for a couple days now if he was going to join the gathering and eventually he decided that he would. The tom gave his fur a shake and padded quietly over to join the rest of the clan. He remained off to the side of the group, giving his fur a few licks to try and clean up his appearance a bit before they left. ----
(I'll get starters up for Web & Plumeria a lil later cx )
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Dec 4, 2022 4:14:57 GMT -5
Batpaw // gathering // open
Although it was Flower Night, Batpaw couldn't help but feel a little dread. They said this event was supposed to be fun, a day to relax and forget everything and simply let lose they blabbered, but to Batpaw, this event was the opposite. Being forced to talk to his clanmates he barely knows feels like torture, but nonetheless, the tom was going as it was the perfect excuse to escape camp.
The cat's small ears twitched hearing Coconutfall's voice echo through the air. Knowing that they'd leave for Flower Night soon, the small apprentice was still dreading the moment. "What would I even talk about!?" he bit his lip as he glared at the leader in front of him,"How I caught a measly mouse?! Being an apprentice sucks! I have no cool stories or anything to talk about. I don't even talk to any of the apprentices here either. " Batpaw made sure to stay quiet when saying that and he hoped that nobody heard him as well because he knew he would be earning a scolding if some cat did.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 4, 2022 10:39:44 GMT -5
Brightclaw »
Worry continued to scrunch Brightclaw’s face in an almost unfavorable expression. Her nose was pushed upward, eyes narrowed and squinted, jaw slightly agape. She stood there and looked Troutwhisker over one more time before finally - finally - allowing herself to relax. It was subtle at first, starting with her shoulders sliding downward and the fur along her back to sleek back down onto her skin. Her eyes widened, no longer squinted, and her ears flicked upward. Soon the molly unfurled her whiskers and allowed her jaw to shut. With a slow sigh she released the rest of the tension that had built up within her. Troutwhisker was fine. He was okay. There wasn’t a single crushed bone in his body.
But that didn’t mean she was going to step away and let the hunter stand on his own.
Brightclaw remained where she was pressed against the cream tabby. There was a possibility he needed some cat to help steady him, and plus it just felt nice to lean up against another cat. It was comforting knowing that she had somebody with her. ”Well, if you are alright, I guess I won’t look for Coppershore.” Bringing up her father once more had the scout looking around camp in search of the tom’s familiar orange pelt. There was no sign of her black furred mother and red pelted sister either, but Brightclaw knew they were nearby. Coralstep and Aniselight were for sure attending Flower Night at the least. Coppershore could have been one of the few cats who decided to stay in camp to keep an eye on the wounded. A glance toward the healers’ den betrayed Brightclaw’s worry for those unable to attend the gathering. Silently she prayed for their swift recoveries.
Movement to the side of her pulled her away from her current reverie. Snapping back to attention, Brightclaw watched as Tigerpaw and Lionpaw made their way to Coconutfall and the other gathered cats; the oracle nodded toward his newly claimed children right before motioning for his Clan to follow him out of camp. The excitement from earlier returned to Brightclaw.
Cheerfully she lifted her head and tail high. ”Let’s head out together, yeah? It’s never fun being alone,” she remarked. Neither scout nor hunter had a family member in direct sight at the moment so Brightclaw was hoping Troutwhisker would stick with her for now. Plus she had never had much of a chance to get to know the tom which was a shame as she loved to go around and make friends with her Clanmates. Bonds were important to the ginger and white tabby. When she saw a chance to make one she would always take it, even if that chance started with her almost crushing some other cat’s skeleton.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 4, 2022 10:41:20 GMT -5
Tigerpaw »
Wariness ruffled Tigerpaw’s pelt. Slowly had he been coming to terms with Coconutfall as not only his mentor, but his father as well, and while some days were harder than others, he had to admit that he was forming some sort of civil bond with the brown tabby tom. It was still hard to say whether or not they’d share a typical father-son bond, but it was something that Tigerpaw wanted to try for. It was a nice thought, being able to look up to Coconutfall despite his flaws and to be able to proudly say that he was the oracle’s son. Even if tradition dictated that an oracle could not pick a mate for themselves, Tigerpaw still believed that love should be a choice, not a chore. If Sandheart and Coconutfall truly loved each other - and Tigerpaw was sure they did - then why was it such an evil thing? Hunters, healers, and scouts were able to decide who they loved, so why did it have to be any different for the oracle? Shouldn’t a leader be happy?
It was clear that Lionpaw didn’t share the same opinion; a stickler for tradition, Tigerpaw knew his littermate had been going through an even harder time with the reveal of being Coconutfall’s kit.
This was hard for her, Tigerpaw knew. He made sure to stand just slightly between the two as Coconutfall’s awkwardness and Lionpaw’s stoicism became apparent to the young tom. He kept an eye between them as well. Nothing should happen, of that he was sure of, but he doubted it would take much for Lionpaw to decide to walk away from Coconutfall.
”You can just call me Coconutfall,” mewed the oracle, his voice delicate, obviously doing his best to not step out of line around Lionpaw.
Tigerpaw’s tail twitched uncomfortably. ”Should we head out?” He didn’t want to be pushy, didn’t want to come across as taking charge, but he wanted to do something before anything could happen between his sister and their father, plus he noticed that quite a few cats had gathered, ready to head to Calm Falls.
Coconutfall was still for a moment. Tigerpaw swallowed, throat dry. Had he stepped out of line? Finally, the tabby broke the silence. ”You’re right. Let’s go.” Coconutfall flicked his tail high, looking over his shoulder at the Clan gathered behind him. ”We’ll be heading out now!” He called to the Clan.
As Coconutfall started to lead the Clan out, Tigerpaw leaned over to nudge Lionpaw. Hoping she’d follow he began to head outside, dreading the night while also hoping it would go better than he anticipated.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Dec 4, 2022 11:14:08 GMT -5
He nodded as he followed after her"if you want, we can hunt for flowers together. I doubt Mosslight wants to hunt with me after last time"he said with a shrug. The last Flower Night, the tom had slipped while reach for a flower, knocking his littermate into mud.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 4, 2022 11:43:06 GMT -5
Brightclaw »
Despite the excitement that bubbled inside the molly's chest, she was careful to not run into any other cat nearby. A few other Clanmates walked past, chatting with their own group or simply heading out to Calm Falls alone. Brightclaw made sure to not cause another accident like what had happened with Troutwhisker. Ruining some cat's Flower Night was not in her agenda, and she knew she would feel guilty for the rest of her life if she messed up such a fun night for somebody else.
Troutwhisker's suggestion sparked joy inside Brightclaw. The scout hopped on her paws, eyes bright and wide as she beamed down at her companion. "I would love to!" She exclaimed happily. "I planned on looking for flowers. I do every moon. I've never found any hibiscus flowers myself, and I've always wanted to. I mean, our Clan is named after them, wouldn't it be so cool to find some?" The ginger and white scout shuddered with excitement as she followed her Clanmates outside. While night had completely fallen there was still a silvery gleam of light that poured into the forest. The moon was just as bright as the sun, leaving plenty of light for all cats to see clearly.
"Have you ever found any hibiscus flowers before?" Brightclaw asked with a tilt of her head. Troutwhisker was younger than her by some moons, but just because he had youth on his side didn't mean he had never witnessed the sight of a hibiscus flower. Maybe he had luck to guide him. While Brightclaw had seen a few of the flowers, she had never found one herself. Maybe that would change tonight, she wondered. Perhaps teaming up with Troutwhisker would prove to be fruitful.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Dec 4, 2022 14:26:37 GMT -5
Lionpaw
Lionpaw nodded, quickening her pace to catch up with Tigerpaw. She made sure not to be in such a position from which Coconutfall could easily look at her. She followed behind the group of cats, awkwardness ensuing once more.
An overwhelming sense of anxiety bestowed upon the she-cat. Her heart felt like it was wrapped in a tight poultice, and her head hurt. Being in a crow this big bothered her, especially after being alone for the past moon and hiding away.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Dec 4, 2022 18:21:34 GMT -5
"Only once! And well..I couldn't reach it and knocked Mosslight into mud. I fell in too, it's the reason she doesn't want to look with me anymore"
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Post by Tealraven on Dec 5, 2022 15:52:38 GMT -5
SUNCHASER to calm falls / with littlefoam
"Littlefoam!" Sunchaser raced over to greet her, almost knocking the smaller cat off her feet in her enthusiasm. The sun came out across her face, her features practically glowing, as she leaned over to bump noses with her friend as gently as possible. "Hi! How have you been! I don't think I've seen you since earlier this week! I bet you've had your paws full! You must have a lot of stories to share!" Her tail lashed excitedly and she bounced on her paws. "Oh, starfish, you've gotta tell me all about it, Littlefoam! Wait." She retreated a few steps, remembering that Littlefoam liked to have space, and lowered her voice. "Sorry, I was being too loud again, wasn't I? Sorry." She tried to tone herself down around her friend, but sometimes she forgot. Sunchaser wasn't really made for being quiet.
But she was pretty good at distracting cats and derailing conversations whenever she saw that Littlefoam was becoming uncomfortable with all the attention. As apprentices, early on in their friendship, Sunchaser had promised the black-and-white healer that she'd accompany her on Flower Nights to shield her from having to interact with anyone she didn't want to. It was a good system, one that enabled both mollies to enjoy the evening, if in very different ways.
KIWIPAW camp / with whitepaw
At the sound of his friend's cheerful voice, Kiwipaw lifted his head from the leaves arrayed at his feet, eyes brightening. His accidental discovery of neem's effect on mites had turned out to be a breakthrough for the healers. Most of the cats who had suffered them were now cured, their pelts blissfully itch-free. To his immense surprise and embarrassment, a few cats had even stopped Kiwipaw to thank him. Perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part, but Kiwipaw thought there might be an assessment in his very near future, and he wanted to be prepared. Or maybe he'd get his warrior name outright for his discovery, no test required! Still, it couldn't hurt to brush up on his knowledge of herbs.
"Hey Whitepaw!" Kiwipaw jumped up and swept his study materials toward him with his tail. His brain was starting to feel overstuffed; even he could only study for so long before all the plant names and treatments started to blur together. He shook his head as if to clear it. "I hope so, but I haven't asked my mentor yet. One sec!" He snatched up the herbs and darted over to the healers' den. After a few moments he returned wearing a broad grin. "Whalespirit said I can go!" He stopped, noticing the disappointment on Whitepaw's face. His own ears drooped a little as he said, "I don't know if Butterflypaw is coming or not. I saw her this morning, but I forgot to ask her, and I haven't had a chance to talk to her since." He glanced over his shoulder at the healers' den and sighed. "It sure would be nice if we could hang out again, just the three of us. Outside of training, I mean. Especially after, well, everything that's been going on." He laughed nervously. The Ocean only knew how badly he could use just one night without worrying about something going wrong. "We could look for her together, if you like."
STORMSURF calm falls / with redwave
"Fancy meeting you here," drawled Stormsurf as he stepped out of the shadows dappling the trail and into a brilliant shaft of moonlight. Not that he had been waiting for exactly the right moment to make his dramatic appearance. The moon silvered his blue-grey fur as he padded over to the edge of the pool, a vibrant red hibiscus clutched in his teeth, which he then set at Redwave's paws. "For you." Let Redwave wonder at the meaning of the token. He hovered beside the water, still standing, and flashed a toothy smile at the hunter. It was clear the healer was feeling quite pleased with himself, for his expression was even more insufferably smug than usual, if such a thing were possible. And why shouldn't he be? It had been a very successful week for Stormsurf. He thrived in chaos. Speaking of which--
"Lovely evening for plotting a coup, isn't it?" The sound of merry conversation drifting ever closer alerted him to the Clan's approach. He twitched an ear, glancing back down the path leading to camp. Soon the others would be upon them. Though, he thought with a contemplative look at the waterfall, if we sit near the base of the falls the sound of the water should hide our conversation from prying eyes and ears.
JACARANDABLOOM healers' den / with lilypool
Five days had passed since the semi-triumphant return of the boa patrol. Five days of being stuck in the healers' den, confined to a cramped nest, with nothing to do but watch the healers sort herbs and work on the breathing exercises Lilypool had given her - to keep from developing a lung infection while that rib healed, she'd said.
Jacarandabloom officially hated it.
She was sick of the bitter tasting lemongrass or whatever it was they'd given her to chew on whenever the pain got bad. Lilypool and Algaewing had tried to explain it to her, what herbs they were using and why, but honestly, she'd stopped listening after five minutes. One of the herbs they'd given her early on must have had some sort of sedative in it, because she'd spent the first few days in a daze, drifting in and out of sleep. She'd hated how fuzzy her head had felt. To help you sleep it off, they'd told her. Yeah, right. More likely they'd drugged her just to keep her from wandering off on her own.
"Lilypool, please," the torbie scout groaned. "Flower Night is all about taking time off from patrols to relax. Sitting around the Calm Falls and chatting isn't exactly strenuous." Jacarandabloom flopped her head over the edge of her nest, her tail flicking slowly. Not that she really had anyone to talk to. Other than Pearlwave, she supposed. She was still getting used to that. Still, a change of scenery would be nice, and the walk to the Calm Falls wasn't far. She'd walked all the way across the camp and back yesterday just fine! And she'd had limited pain today! Her bruises lingered but were no longer tender, and her wrenched shoulder was no longer stiff or sore. She was beginning to suspect Lilypool and Algaewing had been fussing over her a little more than was necessary out of sisterly concern. She was also beginning to wish she'd been killed on patrol, dying a hero's death, if only to spare herself from dying of boredom here. "So, will you let me go?"
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Post by Tealraven on Dec 5, 2022 15:53:34 GMT -5
WAVECREST to calm falls / with clan - open
Wavecrest was not exactly a social butterfly. While he appreciated having the night off, the grey-and-white hunter often hung back, neither avoiding nor seeking companionship on Flower Night. Sometimes he conversed quietly with a few other wallflowers. Sometimes he sat with his brother and tried to make him laugh by making snarky observations about the different groups of mingling cats, or simply enjoyed Crocodilefang's company in comfortable silence. The hunter's pale blue eyes searched the group for his brother's familiar brown pelt, but Crocodilefang was already lost in the tide of bodies flowing out of camp. Ah, well. Perhaps he'd run into him later.
The littermates always crossed paths eventually on Flower Night, once one or the other of them had burned out on small talk. Wavecrest preferred deep conversation or exchanging banter and friendly insults to superficial pleasantries. Other than Crocodilefang and Mosslight, however, he had yet to find anyone who held the same appreciation for it -- anyone he could call a friend. Resigning himself to yet another boring Flower Night, Wavecrest fell in behind the Clan, bringing up the rear of the pack as they all headed out to the falls.
@ anyone PARROTCALL to calm falls / with clan - open
Parrotcall couldn't remember the last time he'd had a genuine break. A solid, uninterrupted one. Between treating mites, healing the injured boa-slayers, and the usual everyday chaos, he'd had little time to do anything else this week. He'd even worked straight through lunch for the first few days after the patrol came back. He should've been ready to crawl into his nest and sleep for a moon, but instead he felt quite refreshed, even invigorated, at the idea of a night out with friends. This was exactly the sort of rest and relaxation he needed.
After cleaning up his work space, the white and ginger tom found himself in the center of a group of colleagues pressing toward the camp exit, laughing and swapping stories. It had been a hectic week, yes, but they'd endured it together. Though, after the week they'd just had, he wouldn't blame his fellow healers for being sick of his company by now. He had been hoping to spend time with some different cats tonight, himself. He scanned the crowd around him for anyone who didn't have someone to talk to.as they headed up the path to the Calm Falls.
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ANISELIGHT to calm falls / with clan - open
Aniselight was one of those cats who went ahead of the rest, eager to get to the falls and claim her spot for the evening. The tall scout didn't need to push her way to the front; warriors parted like the sea around her, shooting her nervous looks, several apprentices scrambling to get out of the path of her long, purposeful strides. Her red-gold fur warmed and prickled with guilt at the unnecessarily terrified expressions on the younger cats' faces. She attempted to smile at a few of them as she passed, but it was less of a smile and more of a baring of teeth, which didn't help at all. She sighed through her nose and hurried on. She wished more cats knew it was just her face, that she was seldom angry, but they rarely got close enough to her for her to explain that to them. Not that it would make difference. Explaining things wasn't Aniselight's strong suit. Or chatting at all, really. She usually let her sister do the bulk of it for her.
At the thought of Brightclaw, Aniselight looked around for her bright ginger-and-white pelt. She wasn't hard to find. Brightclaw had as big a presence as Aniselight for entirely different reasons. Sure enough, the bubble-headed molly had already run into a Clanmate - literally - and was babbling away, a brilliant smile on her muzzle. She made it look so easy. Aniselight, her eyes warm with adoration, allowed herself the tiniest of smiles, her lips just barely curving. At least one of them was having fun tonight.
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Dec 5, 2022 18:12:57 GMT -5
Coppershore with Aniselight to calm falls Coppershore had done one last sweep of the healer's den before he left, wanting to make sure that those who had volunteered to stay were left with everything they needed. He gave a parting nod to the healing cats on the boa patrol and slipped out. Normally he would've stayed behind as well, but with all the chaos that had happened over the last five days, he was in desperate need of bonding time with his family. Speaking of, the stocky tom was keeping any eye out for any member of his large family, mainly trying to spot the black pelt of his mate, Coralstep. What he saw was Brightclaw nearly take poor Troutwhisker out, and then he noticed Aniselight just as she left the camp. Coppershore bounded across the clearing, weaving through the crowd to try and catch up to his daughter. He went to call for her, but thought better of it for once.
When he finally caught up to the scout, the older tom was panting, nearly wheezing. The healer made a mental note to try and get some cardio in at some point. "Aniselight, hey, hi sweetie." He greeted her after catching his breath. "Have you seen your mom at all?"
Reedshark with open calm falls @ Tag Reedshark had been one of the first cats to arrive, having snuck away as soon as Coconutfall had started his announcement. He hated getting stuck in a crowd of his Clanmates, plus getting to Calm Falls first meant he could find the best spot to seat himself. The tom didn't have much intention of finding a hibiscus flower, or to start up any small talk. He preferred to stick to himself. However, that didn't mean that if someone were to approach with conversation he would rebuff them. His deep emerald gaze swept across the falls, watching as more cats pooled in, as couples and groups started to form, and finally noticing the first exchange of a hibiscus flower. Reedshark had to squint, but he spotted Stormsurf and Redwave sitting near the outskirts of the water. His head tilted curiously, wanting to keep observing the two, but looked away just before he could be caught.
Littlefoam with Sunchaser to calm falls Even though all of the patrol cats had turned up alive and were in stable conditions, unease still made Littlefoam's short fur prickle. She couldn't help but feel like something worse was on the horizon. The initial threat of the cobra was gone, but that couldn't be it, could it? Was there some other tragedy waiting for them? She supposed the bugs were still a problem, as well as the brewing tensions between certain family members. These were thoughts that circled her mind as she padded along with the other cats, subconsciously keeping an eye out for either Sunchaser or Webtangle, unsure if the latter was going or not.
Fortunately for her, it was Sunchaser who had found her first, though she had nearly knocked the smaller healer over in the process. Littlefoam jumped back just in time, snapping out of her thoughts and staring wide-eyed up at the glowing golden molly. She managed a smile and tilted her head to meet Sunchaser's nose as they bumped together. Her ears flattened at her friends loud tone, knowing that it was the scout's default level in general, but especially when she was excited. She watched as Sunchaser retreated, allowing space between them, but Littlefoam moved forward to brush her side against the taller molly's, to let her know it was alright. After all, it was the time to be close to each other, and Littlefoam had greatly missed the bright scout's presence. She didn't mind it this time when she otherwise would've.
With a flick of her tail-tip, the black and white healer continued forward, figuring Sunchaser would move to follow. "Maybe just a touch, but if you weren't loud then you wouldn't be Sunchaser." Littlefoam looked back at the other and let out an affectionate purr. "You have no idea how hectic the healer's den has been!" She felt a touch guilty for going to Flower Night at all when she should've volunteered to stay behind, but she'd been talked into going by some of the other healers. Plus, she couldn't abandon Sunchaser. They had promised to always pend this night together. "I'm not sure what kind of stories there are to tell, but I'll do my best to catch you up once we get there."
Pearlwave with open to calm falls @ Tag Pearlwave was one of the last of her Clanmates to leave for Calm Falls. She'd been lingering far longer than she's meant to, her yellow eyes trained on the healer's den. Lilypool had mentioned that she'd be staying behind to care for the injured cats, and Pearlwave had been too nervous to ask if Jacarandabloom would be well enough to go. The lavender-tinted pebble she'd found days ago sat heavy under her nest, just trying to find the right moment to give it to the scout. It was getting to a point where Pearlwave thought that she shouldn't even be looking for a moment and that she should just hand it off. After all it was a gift for a friend, there wasn't any more significance to it than that. But they'd just recently realized their friendship after seasons of miscommunications, maybe this gesture would be taken the wrong way as well. Would that really be so bad? The question bubbled up, and Pearlwave chose to leave it unanswered.
After waiting for what felt like too long, the fluffy hunter finally turned and exited camp. She gave a shake of her pelt, as if physically trying to shake off all of her doubts, and put on a smile. Flower Night had always been her favorite gathering, if she didn't have her usual friends around then it wasn't hard for the molly to make new ones. Maybe she'd spend some time with Plumeriawhisker, it'd been a while since the two could be on a patrol together. |
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Dec 5, 2022 21:17:10 GMT -5
kale's characters ;;
• flicker #f5d7a9
• nutmeg #f8bcef
• clove #c9aff8
• fin #a3e1ff
• minke #a3ffa3
• canna #fac295• hurricane #8793ce
• morning #eceab1
flickerdawn - hunter - 45 moons - molly
a lean, silky calico with bright green eyes
[ optimistic x energetic x humorous ]
bisexual biromantic
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nutmegblossom - hunter - 32 moons - molly
a russet tabby molly with golden yellow eyes
[ motherly x protective x strategic ]
homosexual homoromantic || sister to clovestrike
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clovestrike - scout- 32 moons - molly
a dark brown molly with green eyes
[ fierce x snarky x adventurous ]
demisexual demiromantic || sister to nutmegblossom
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finrunner - scout - 19 moons - tom
a larger-than-average, black and gray mottled tom with gray eyes
[ strong x proud x headstrong ]
pansexual panromantic
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minkesong - healer - 27 moons - tom
a slightly-small silver tabby tom with blue eyes
[ meek x observant x quiet ]
asexual aromantic
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cannadrop - hunter - 62 moons - tom
a lithe silver tabby tom with bright orange eyes
[ stoic x loyal x sarcastic ]
heterosexual heteroromantic
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hurricanepaw - scout apprentice - 8 moons - tom
a tiny, dark gray tabby tom with blue-green eyes
[ skittish x intelligent x observant ]
pansexual pan-romantic
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morningpaw - hunter apprentice - 10 moons - molly
pale ginger tabby molly with white points and dark blue eyes
[ feisty x energetic x impulsive ]
homosexual homoromantic
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Dec 6, 2022 0:59:02 GMT -5
Batpaw // with Pearlwave ( 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢) - Batpaw sighed knowing he had to force himself to walk to wherever Flower Night was being hosted. Frankly, the tom wasn't bothered to figure out where Flower Night was going to be held tonight. As the small apprentice dragged his paws slowly following his clanmates to who knows where. With many thoughts cramping the cat's head, he wasn't paying attention to where he was heading. As soon as he picked up his head to look where he was actually going, Batpaw bumped into Pearlwave, the pale blue molly that Batpaw had barely seen around. I wanted to avoid every cat tonight and I do this!?He knew he couldn't just shrug off the cat since she was older and most hunters, scouts, and older healers expected respect from any apprentice. " Erm, sorry." Batpaw managed to meow to the hunter in front of him. " It's really dark, so I didn't see you there Pearlwave." Batpaw had to come up with such a ridiculous claim to excuse his mistake and he knew it would probably seem obvious to the older molly. His dark fur fluffed up and felt hot from the lie he told Pearlwave.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 6, 2022 15:13:24 GMT -5
Tigerpaw »
A breath he hadn’t been aware of holding in released itself once Coconutfall called to the Clan for their departure. Lionpaw remained at Tigerpaw’s side, the brown tabby more than relieved that his sister had not taken any offense to their father’s words - not that he had said anything offensive, at least in Tigerpaw’s opinion.
As he followed after his father and mentor, Tigerpaw couldn’t stop himself as he looked up to Coconutfall. ”Will you need me tonight? I, uh, well…” His words faltered as his eyes turned downward, a sudden rush of anxiety flooding him. Coconutfall probably would need him, yet all he wanted to do was hang out with Lionpaw and perhaps some other apprentices for the night. They could all split up and search for flowers or play in the shallow pool of Calm Falls. One day Tigerpaw would be the one leading the full moon gathering, he knew he needed to learn how to be a proper oracle for the Clan, but he didn’t want to. He just wanted to relax and feel like himself again. Training with Coconutfall wasn’t hard or bad, but surely tonight he could be allowed a break.
Coconutfall was quiet for a moment, a thoughtful expression sneaking its way over his face. Tigerpaw waited silently, hoping that that brown tabby would tell him he could have the night off, yet as he stood there a small part of him shuddered with excitement. What if Coconutfall was going to teach him something only oracles could know? Just a few days ago he wasn’t getting any training with Coconutfall hiding away in his den, but now that was different. Tigerpaw was getting regular training now. It was nice knowing that his father wasn’t outright avoiding him. In the last few days he had even admitted to his father about the vision he had had during his time at the beach with Ripplepaw. Coconutfall had admitted to seeing the same thing as well, and Tigerpaw had hoped for answers, but the oracle was just as dumbfounded as Tigerpaw was about it all. Even if he didn’t have answers, just telling Coconutfall about it had relieved the apprentice of a lot of weight that had been piling up.
What felt like minutes had only been a second of silence before it was broken. ”Stay with me for at least a bit. I’d like to show you how to do a naming ceremony,” Coconutfall told him quietly as if wanting to keep it a secret - he probably did want to keep it a secret though Tigerpaw had already been told this would more than likely happen.
The neophyte nodded. That was doable. He turned back to Lionpaw, nudging her by the shoulder. ”I gotta be with Coconutfall for a bit if you’d rather find somebody else to stick with. I’ll meet back up with ya though, there’s no way I’m gonna miss flower hunting with you.” A cheeky grin flashed toward the pale ginger tabby. Tigerpaw was determined to have fun tonight. Nothing was going to stop him from hanging out with his sister and trying to beat her in finding a flower. Brightclaw »
Brightclaw’s eyes went wide with astonishment when Troutwhisker admitted to having found a hibiscus flower. ”Whoah,” she breathed, awestruck. She couldn’t imagine just how much luck her companion had even if his luck had run out, resulting in him and his littermate falling right into a puddle of mud. Knowing that the two had been okay - they were both still alive and well as of now - the picture of it all had Brightclaw’s whiskers twitching with amusement. Had she been there when that happened she would have jumped right into the mud with them to pull them out and make sure they were okay, but that wasn’t something Brightclaw had to worry about, unless something like that happened to her and the tomcat tonight. Hopefully the Ocean would be kind to them.
For as excited as she was, there was one thing that stuck to Brightclaw like a bothersome thorn. ”Falling in mud can’t be that bad. Why wouldn’t she want to look with you anymore because of that?” Thought crossed the molly’s features momentarily, but any idea that may have crossed her mind did anything but linger. ”Do you think she’d want to try looking with you again? I don’t mind if Mosslight helps, it means more eyes to look! Where would she be?” Brightclaw looked through the crowd of cats in search of Troutwhisker’s sister. Fortunately the ginger and white molly was tall enough that she didn’t need to do anything drastic, but even still she wasn’t seeing Mosslight just yet even with her height advantage.
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 6, 2022 15:13:43 GMT -5
Whitepaw »
A cheeky grin spread across Whitepaw’s face as she took notice of all of Kiwipaw’s scattered leaves. Not one could Whitepaw name, they all looked like the same leaf over and over again to her except for different shades of green. Living as a healer still had no appeal to her whatsoever; why any cat would want to subject themselves to the pungent scent and taste of flowers every single day for the rest of their terrestrial life made no sense to Whitepaw. There was nothing drawing her to that lifestyle, nothing about it that made her heart soar. Whitepaw understood the importance of having healers in the Clan, without them more cats would die over completely preventable circumstances, and without Kiwipaw Whitepaw would still be suffering from the burning itches of the mites, but being a healer had never been in the cards for Whitepaw, and she had no problem with that.
Upon Kiwipaw’s return Whitepaw snapped her attention back to the tom. Her ears perked sharply upward and her bi-colored gaze landed right on the brown tom. His excitement was visual, telling Whitepaw everything she needed to know before he even spoke the words. ”Great! I didn’t think Whalespirit would keep ya locked in camp all night, I mean, there’s no sense in it. Most cats aren't even gonna be in camp.” A few remained, mostly just a few healers and a patient or two that were stuck on nest rest. Whitepaw was beyond grateful that her snake bite had healed in time for Flower Night.
What she wasn’t grateful about was the fact that Butterflypaw was nowhere to be seen. Whitepaw could see neither hide nor hair of the pretty calico, and Kiwipaw only confirmed her suspicions. The brown and white tabby visibly deflated. ”Maybe she’ll show up. She might already be with somebody else.” Whitepaw turned to look through the crowd of cats nearby. She saw no sign of the healer apprentice and had to hope that she was there somewhere. ”Yeah, it would be nice to just hang out again. Let’s go look for her, tonight’s our only real chance to catch up.” The scout apprentice nudged Kiwipaw before heading off toward the crowd as Coconutfall called for them to head out. Briefly Whitepaw looked toward the oracle, spotting Tigerpaw and Lionpaw near him. Whitepaw’s eyes narrowed. It was odd seeing her sister so close to the oracle. She supposed Lionpaw was only there to help support Tigerpaw; Whitepaw would be there with her littermates if not for the fact that she did get to see Kiwipaw or Butterflypaw as often as she saw her littermates. Sometimes it sucked having two healer friends, but it was what it was, and Whitepaw wouldn’t change her friendships for anything. Redwave »
Like a phantom in the night, Stormsurf suddenly appeared. Not even Redwave’s keen hearing had picked up the sounds of an approaching feline, leaving him a little unsettled as the healer revealed himself underneath the silvery shine of the moonlight. Redwave gave his chest a quick lick, a gesture to calm himself before he got worked up over the sudden arrival. For all the bitter fury that raged within the red furred tomcat he was exceptional in his profession. Hunting had come naturally to him. Tracking down his prey by sound alone had always been easy for him, so not knowing that some other cat was nearby had set him on edge. Though, he pondered, if Stormsurf was this good at sneaking up on him, then surely that meant the healer was indeed the perfect spy. That would be a thought Redwave would keep to himself, at least for now. No sense in making that cheeky grin on Stormsurf’s visage any larger than it was.
It wasn’t the look on Stormsurf’s face that held Redwave’s attention for long. Almost just as suddenly as the healer arrived did he bring forth a hibiscus flower, settling it right near the hunter’s paws. Redwave stared the flower down almost as if it would grow roots for legs and simply run away into the nearby water. Its petals were a brilliant red as vibrant as the plumage of a lorikeet’s chest. Where Stormsurf had found it, Redwave may never know. Ears running hot he reached a paw out and gently slid the hibiscus closer. He looked back to the healer. ”Finding this couldn’t have been easy.” How long had Stormsurf been out here, Redwave wondered. Had he been combing the bushes nearby for hours in search of a hibiscus? ”Perhaps it’s an omen. Luck will be on our side.”
Bubbling chatter from nearby had Redwave’s ears twitching. The warmth from earlier subsided as he motioned Stormsurf closer. ”I suspect you’ve made it so some of our Clanmates will join us tonight?” Redwave questioned as he pushed himself to his paws, standing his full height. Smaller in stature he wasn’t a large cat, but in the patch of moonlight where he stood it shouldn’t be hard for others to notice him, especially not with the bright red flower sitting peacefully near his paws. He waited silently for Stormsurf to respond, curious to know if the tom kept his side of the deal. It sure sounded like he did, but it was clear that Stormsurf had a way with words that Redwave never would, and should Redwave one day hear that Stormsurf had charmed even a snake to do his bidding then the hunter would not be surprised in the slightest. Lilypool »
An old vanilla flower lay wilted in the very back of Lilypool’s stores. A frown passed over her as she leaned an arm in to grab the flower, dragging it out carefully so as to not crumble the wilting herb. It wasn’t useful with its age so there was no reason for the healer to worry about harming it, but she wasn’t about to tear a herb, especially not the one that her own mother was named after. It wasn’t surprising to the molly that vanilla had gone bad. In the current moon there hadn’t been much use for it - Skinkstripe’s litter had nursed easily and without problem when they had first been born, and not many cats had suffered from fevers as of late. Lilypool had heard talk of Saltwhisker becoming flushed and feverish some days ago. If he had used vanilla to ease the fever then he hadn’t used a lot of it.
As she turned to place the vanilla in a carefully built discard pile, an all too familiar groan caught her ears. At first Lilypool did not turn to look at her sister, instead she swiveled her ears in the diluted scout’s direction. She parted her jaws, about to say something, but she paused, stopping her tongue before it even had a chance to move. Thoughts ran through her mind.
Finally, she turned to look at her sister. Jacarandabloom was stretched out in her nest, head lolled over the side in clear boredom as her tail twitched slowly from side to side. If Lilypool knew anything about her scout sister then it was that Jacarandabloom did not enjoy being confined in one place for any longer than she had to, and being stuck inside the healers’ den as a patient was torturous for her. Lilypool had to admit that she felt bad for her, but cracked bones took time to heal, especially ribs. One wrong break to a rib and a lung was injured - that was something a cat couldn’t come back from.
Everything in her wanted to tell Jacarandabloom to stay in her nest and rest, but she looked downright miserable laying there. She was probably contemplating her own death just to get out of the position she was in. Lilypool’s shoulders relaxed as a sigh came from her. Happy cats healed much faster than those depressed, and as Jacarandabloom stated, Flower Night was a time to relax. Calm Falls wasn’t far, either, and Jacarandabloom had managed to walk across camp and back just the day before. ”Alright,” the healer relented. Concern was still apparent in Lilypool’s voice and gaze, but she knew that getting out of camp and breathing in some fresh air would do Jacarandabloom better than her wallowing away in her nest. ”You can go. But,” Lilypool paused, voice hardening, ”I want you to be with another cat at all times. I don’t care who, but you can’t be alone. And please, promise me, if you start hurting or feel anything out of the ordinary, have some cat escort you back to camp. I’ll still be here as I’ve got a lot of catching up to do with tidying the den.” The harshness had dissipated and turned soft. It was clear she worried for her littermate, but for as much as she worried she realized that what was best for Jacarandabloom right now was for her to be outside and socialize with others beyond Lilypool and Algaewing.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Dec 6, 2022 16:12:55 GMT -5
"I doubt it, she offered to stay behind tonight to help guard camp"he said with a shrug"plus I don't think she wants to run the risk of being covered in mud again."
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Bisexual
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
just a sleepy guy
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Dec 6, 2022 16:36:27 GMT -5
Pearlwave with Batpaw to calm falls Pearlwave was similarly lost in her thoughts, just letting her paws guide her down the familiar path towards Calm Falls. She was going over how she might greet Plumeriawhisker if she saw her, when a smaller mass suddenly bumped into her. "Oof." The fluffy blue molly grunted, which might have been an exaggerated reaction, but Batpaw had completely caught her off guard. She peered down at the scout apprentice, watching the gears turn as he tried to come up with some excuse as to why he didn't see her. Pearlwave had to bite back her laughter as he blamed it on the dark, and as he fur fluffed up from his obvious lie.
Instead, the hunter just smiled and turned her gaze up to the sky. "It is getting pretty dark out, isn't it?" Pearlwave commented before looking at Batpaw and placing her paw on his shoulder. "Honest mistake, Batpaw, it could've happened to anyone. I mean, my fur is sooo dark. Totally blends into the night." She was obviously teasing him. If anything her blue-gray fur practically glowed in the moonlight. This time she couldn't hold back any giggles, nudging the young tom as she walked past him.
"Do you have any plans of finding a hibiscus flower tonight?" She asked him, finally pushing past the lush ferns that led into the Calm Falls clearing. Pearlwave held them open, enough for Batpaw to get through before she would follow behind him. |
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Dec 6, 2022 21:27:30 GMT -5
F L I C K E R D A W N
[ calm falls & with finrunner and (open) ] @ tag
Flickerdawn could barely control her excitement as she and Finrunner watched their clanmates gather. Even all these moons later, she still felt like a young kit joining everyone for the first time. She could feel Finrunner's amused gaze on her face but she chose to ignore it, refusing to give him the satisfaction of admitting that she was as kit-like as he so often joked about her being.
There was tension, though. Even Flickerdawn knew that. Try as she might to remain as vibrantly happy and outgoing as ever, she could feel the doubts creeping through the air like a chill running up her spine. Shadowed by her own doubts, even she had to admit that she was unsure what to think about recent happenings. The feeling of protectiveness over her sister made her want to raise her hackles, to lash out with teeth and claws and all the anger of the Ocean, tumultuous and earth-shaking. Loyalty to her clan, however, drove her to try and understand, to give Tigerpaw a chance. He certainly wasn't at fault for the breaking of their traditions. She couldn't fault him for the failings of his father - and surely, the Ocean would have chosen him for a reason, right? The Ocean had never been wrong before.
"Flickerdawn, I can see the mice running around inside your head. Stop thinking so much and just enjoy being here with everyone. We're here to relax and talk to one another. There's no need to get all out of sorts. Things will work out in the end - they always do." Finrunner's voice interrupted her thoughts, drawing her attention back to where she was and what she was doing. He was right. She was here to be apart of the tradition. All she had to do was focus on that.
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Dec 6, 2022 21:50:18 GMT -5
Batpaw // with Pearlwave ( 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 ) - The cat's short tail twitched as he sensed Pearlwave's sarcasm. " Mhm, your pelt is pretty dark, I could hardly see you, even during the day!", Batpaw said with clear annoyance at the end of his sentence. The two cats shared a few brief sentences and Batpaw was already irritated. Hearing the molly laugh made him glare at her briefly before passing by her quickly. " A hibiscus flower?" the tom let out a brief snarky laugh," I'll be lucky if I find one. " He briefly looked over his shoulder to lock eyes with Pearlwave briefly. " Besides if I did, I wouldn't know who to give it to," Batpaw looked straight again and hopped over a large root on the ground," Perhaps I'll keep it to myself. Who knows?"
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Dec 7, 2022 9:02:04 GMT -5
Lionpaw
The tawny molly chuckled awkwardly, tilting her head to the side.
"Okay," she meowed, jealousy coursing through her fur. Why was I not the Neophyte? I'd finally have a chance to prove myself to that wreck of a father, she thought angrily, her fur bristling as she turned around, her back facing the two tabbies. But... Tigerpaw has it harder than me anyway.
As she trotted further away from the Neophyte, her pondering darkened. Why didn't I go with Whitepaw and Butterflypaw? I would've helped them... I would've gotten some recognition! I could've!
She hissed under her breath angrily, flattening her ears. I'll go out alone later, deep into the night, and I'll go to Scarmaw's Lair. I'll bring back a crocodile skin, and a scar way better then Whitepaw's! I'll kill two crocodiles!
She smiled grimly, a menacing shadow bestowing itself upon her face. I'll be the best scout this Clan had ever seen!
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Dec 7, 2022 9:11:11 GMT -5
Cassia
with yoko rob lucci's wife The moon spilled its' iridescent light onto the molly's fur as she limped, tinting her fur with a light silver tone. The hot, red liquid covering her head seemed to have gained a serene yet grim beauty underneath the moonlight as its' maroon color reflected a blue-gray highlight.
"Hurry up. Basil... whatever his name is, is sure to get his fellows to help him get rid of us. We're not far yet," she muttered, an odd sense of concern wrapping her voice.
She had sustained many injuries in this battle; the Basil cat wasn't all that bad at fighting. Her forehead had been slashed by the tom's mighty claws, enveloping her eyes in blood. Her shoulder had a clear, red mark carved into it, and it hurt terribly. She was sure Yoko had strained his muscles during the fight, considering he had little to no technique developed and he was mostly throwing himself around as a sort of distraction. Despite this, Cassia appreciated his efforts. He'd kept her from sustaining even worse injuries.
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