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Post by moonclaw400 on May 29, 2023 16:23:20 GMT -5
"I might later, thank you anyway"he said, leaning gently on the molly"I'm sure she would be approve. I can feel it"he muttered.
Creekpaw looked up, surprised"you can tell that from it being cold? That's so cool!"he said, following after her. Giggles left the young tom as another wave came up, enjoying the water and the moment with his new mentor.
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Post by Myst on May 29, 2023 19:44:23 GMT -5
(yeeeee I'll try and get some starters up today, if not tomorrow cause I head to work in a couple hours~)
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Post by Tealraven on May 29, 2023 20:33:56 GMT -5
( hey Myst! welcome to the Clan! <3
i have several open characters should you want a place to start ~ )
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Post by Myst on May 29, 2023 20:49:50 GMT -5
(Ahhhh thank youuu <3
Oooo I’m down - you have any preference on who you get?)
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Post by Tealraven on May 29, 2023 21:32:16 GMT -5
( no preference! i have Aloepaw, Tsunamipaw, Stormsurf, and Parrotcall available c: )
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Post by Myst on May 29, 2023 22:35:41 GMT -5
(big bet - if work is slow tonight I'll be able to get up at least one starter for likelyyyyy Snakeflight or Dewthroat cause I can start them with the most ease - if not tonight definitely tomorrow~)
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Post by rob lucci's wife on May 30, 2023 3:17:08 GMT -5
Batfall
A chill ran through the little tom's spine as Jacarandabloom leaned close to him. Her snout was a few inches away from his own, and he instinctively turned his face away from the cat but kept his gaze on her. Batfall nodded at her words. "I really want to make a difference within the clan, even if it's minor.", the young cat said firmly, not losing any focus. A small smile formed on his face as he heard Jacarandabloom's affirming words of approval.
He then turned his attention to Redwave, who finally spoke. Despite his eagerness to contribute ideas and learn if there were any other members of their group, Batfall held back, mindful not to jeopardize the trust he had just gained by speaking out prematurely. He chose to remain silent, attentively listening to their discussion, only speaking when directly addressed.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 30, 2023 8:10:20 GMT -5
Brightclaw »
Even if Brightclaw had not been able to do much for Troutwhisker due to her lacking in anything useful about Swanflower, she was glad that at least her mate didn't seem that upset. He had every right to be upset, but he wasn't, and Brightclaw was thankful for that.
Warmth spread through her like a ray of sunlight. Pale green eyes looked out to the Ocean as she murmured in a quiet, hushed voice, "Thank you, Swanflower." She sat there in silence for a moment, listening to the waves and soaking in the feel of the breeze drifting along her fur. A question then settled upon her tongue, and softly, curiously, she asked, "Do you know much about your father?" Whiteshark »
The tabby patched scout nodded, puffing her chest out in pride. "You'll be able to know all kinds of things like that before long. There's a lot to learn about the Ocean. Even the jungle and the mountains can tell us a lot," she added, swishing her tail forward to gesture out toward the thick forest and then upward back toward camp, closer to where the mountain reached out from the land.
Her green and blue gaze swept back toward Creekpaw, whiskers twitching happily as she watched the young tom experience the Ocean's wonders for the very first time. Her heart swelled - this tom was not only her kin, but her apprentice as well. Was this how every mentor felt when bringing their apprentice out of camp for the first time? Was this sense of jubilating pride always there? Whiteshark hoped so. If this was how a mentor felt toward their apprentice, then all she wanted was to continue training apprentices for as long as she possibly could. It was an addictining feeling, and Whiteshark was already hooked.
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Post by Myst on May 30, 2023 8:50:11 GMT -5
 Snakeflight -- In Camp - Tealraven It seemed everyone had generally went about their day after the apprentice naming ceremony, though admittedly it’d left her a little tense. With everything else that was going on, Whiteshark demanding an apprentice and the oracle simply bending to her whim hadn’t been on her list of expected events. Not that anything as of late had been. The past few moons had been stressful to say the least and had weighed on her heavily. As clan members around her spoke of the incident it only ever became more clear that they were beginning to pick sides. Ultimately, there wasn't a single day she didn't spend stressed about what she may wake up to.
Of course, she tried not to let it bother her, and at first it had been as simply as that. As of late, however, Snakeflight was unable to shake the feeling that she would soon be expected to pick a side. The mere idea of it was enough to make her heart pound with twinges of anxiety. At this point the only thing that helped her relax was doing anything outside of camp. While she was certain that at some point she would need to actually talk about this out loud, she was also sure it could wait another day. Confronting her stress was never a priority so much as helping others was.
So the feline made her way to the healer's den - surely she'd find an excuse to leave there, right? Or, she hoped she would. Only vaguely sure she'd seen a few head back here after the ceremony, she poked her head in and spared a quick glance around. "What are the chances anybody needs to go out to collect herbs? I'd be happy to join you." It was an open offer, really, made with the hopes that somebody would take her up on it and she could focus on them instead of her mounting stress.
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Post by moonclaw400 on May 30, 2023 9:57:50 GMT -5
"I know as much as you do"he muttered"I have no clue who or where he is. I can only hope he was a good cat"
"I promise to be the best apprentice ever. I wanna make you and mama proud"he said, tail swishing happily
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on May 30, 2023 12:58:31 GMT -5
Ripplemist
Ripplemist chuckled. "I guess I am," she said, the sound of laughter still lingering in her voice. Spending time with Tigerpaw was always quite entertaining for Ripplemist; it always seemed on the rare occasion they were together they'd get some interesting task... or maybe that was just the black hunter's personal opinion?
Ripplemist noticed a startled group of dust particles dancing around her paws as she stepped into the den. The den seemed like it could use some cleaning, preferably with a wet moss ball, realized the black she-cat as she inspected the nursery. "Well, it seems we do have some dust to deal with," said Ripplemist, narrowing her eyes.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on May 30, 2023 13:05:19 GMT -5
Cassia
Cassia's eyes widened as Yoko suggested travelling to the crazy Clan cats. "You do know they beat the dirt out of us last time we encountered them, right," inquired the calico, a look of distrust clear in her eyes. "They do have those healing cats, though.." She paused for a moment, lost in thought.
"Whatever, you'll be fine," she said, her voice a bit shaky. She seemed to be reassuring herself more then she was reassuring Yoko.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 31, 2023 15:26:48 GMT -5
Brightclaw »
Brightclaw shuffled her paws against the grainy sand underpaw. A ripple of unease pricked at her pelt; she could never imagine not having known her parents. Coralstep and Coppershore had always been a large part of the scout’s life. She looked up to both of her parents, and even if she had followed the same path as her mother had, that didn’t mean she thought less of her father. Flowers and plants just weren’t her thing, and never had been, but Brightclaw still looked up to her father and thought the world of him.
A low sigh slipped from Brightclaw. What was she supposed to say now? Was there anything she could say after bringing up the topic of Troutwhisker’s father? She wasn’t sure, but what she was sure of was that, even in the silence, she was alright to just sit here beside her mate and watch the Ocean.
Whiteshark »
Whiteshark nodded proudly, tail high. ”Work hard and train with me everyday and you’ll make Skinkstripe, me, even the entire Clan proud!” The white and brown tabby molly puffed herself up once more, a smirk crossing her features. She then gestured toward the Ocean, a new thought in mind. ”Creekpaw, scent the air for me. Tell me what you can smell other than just the Ocean and ourselves,” she ordered, words firm yet not overly demanding, a curious tone lacing her words as well.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 31, 2023 15:27:19 GMT -5
Tigerpaw »
Cleaning out nests was typically a task that apprentices complained about, but this was something that Tigerpaw had no qualms with doing. It was something that he could do to help out his Clanmates, something he could do that didn’t put him in the way of others. It was also something that he didn’t get to really do as part of his training, since when would the Clan’s leader ever find the time to clean out dens? That thought process didn’t sit right with Tigerpaw, though. What sort of leader didn’t make time for the well-being of their Clan at the lowest of levels? Surely a leader should be more willing to help tidy the camp than a normal member of the Clan. Tigerpaw flicked his tail, deep in thought. Perhaps he was still too naïve, to inexperienced, to think how a real oracle should. He still had a lot to learn, and maybe more than he even realized. There was a reason for why he had yet to receive his full name, and maybe it was because he wasn’t thinking like an oracle should, but… Tigerpaw’s blue eyes scanned the nursery, fur prickling with unease. He didn’t think he’d want to think like a real oracle.
Ripplemist’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The brown tabby shook his head, forcing himself back to reality. ”We can deal with dust no problem!” He chirped, looking over at his companion with whiskers twitching. Ripplemist was right about the dust, but beyond that the den’s nests still seemed rather fresh. Tigerpaw decided he’d still gather some fresh moss and bring it back to the nursery anyway.
A particle of dust floated by, the neophyte watching it curiously. ”What should we do to get rid of the dust?” He asked, not taking his eyes off the dust speck that was floating lazily along.
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Post by moonclaw400 on May 31, 2023 18:57:15 GMT -5
"We should head back, let your parents know. I'm a bit scared, but excited to let them know"he said as he got up. He didnt want to focus his thoughts on his father, kinda figuring if he didn't bother seeing them at this point, he didn't care.
Creekpaw lifted his nose a bit, sniffing around"...dirt?"he questioned, confused"I smell something weird but I don't know what is it yet"
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Jun 1, 2023 8:21:21 GMT -5
Ripplemist
Ripplemist hummed softly, seeming to be lost deep in thought. "I think we could use a wet ball of moss, or something."
The black she-cat paused for a moment before her eyes lit up. "And then I'll put dried flowers in the corners so the nursery smells really nice," she said happily, excited to try out her new idea. "I've been drying some in a specific spot near camp just for this! I made sure they aren't some sort of important herb first, though."
It was true; she had found a batch of colorful flowers in the forest. She really wanted to use them for decorative purposes but she was too afraid to let a plant that could potentially be an important herb go to waste, so she dragged Windsong to the sunlit plants only to have him tell her the flowers held no value other then tasting delicious, which Ripplemist definitely did not check.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 2, 2023 16:27:25 GMT -5
Brightclaw »
The tension Brightclaw had been feeling left as Troutwhisker spoke up. She nodded, glad that he had broken the silence - she had no idea what to say after bringing up her mate’s father, unsure on if she needed to say something else or remain silent. It was now that she realized how lucky she was to have Troutwhisker, somebody who didn’t get upset when she fell into silence and didn’t know what to say.
She leaned into the tomcat as she got to her paws, purring gently. ”Don’t be scared. They’re gonna be so happy, I promise.” There was no way that Coppershore and Coralstep would be anything but excited for their kit, Brightclaw just knew. She was sure Aniselight would be just as excited. Perhaps her littermate would be with their parents so that Brightclaw could tell all three of them. Maybe even Ripplemist was around as well - the black molly may not be Brightclaw’s sister by blood, but Coralstep had raised the young hunter when she had just been a kit, making Ripplemist as much a sister to Brightclaw as Aniselight was, and that meant Ripplemist deserved to be one of the first to hear the news as well.
Whiteshark »
Just as Creekpaw had done, Whiteshark drew in a deep breath of the air around them. Knowing the scents around them would help her teach Creekpaw more about how to scent and how to identify certain things just by smell alone. Once the tom answered, she eyed him curiously, yet made sure to show support and warmth, wanting him to know that he was on the right path and not doing anything wrong. ”Can you describe it a bit more for me?” She asked. ”Is there anything you do know the smell of that you can relate it to?”
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 2, 2023 16:27:42 GMT -5
Tigerpaw »
Tigerpaw’s ears perked up. ”A wet ball of moss?” He questioned, echoing Ripplemist’s earlier words. He didn’t quite know how that would work, but he trusted his friend’s judgment. She had more practice cleaning out dens than he did, so if she said she thought a wet moss ball would do the trick, then a wet moss ball would do the trick. ”Let’s go and get some moss!” They wouldn’t have to travel far out of camp, if they would have to go out of camp at all. Moss was always in surplus around the jungle, especially near Calm Falls, and it wasn’t uncommon for apprentices to bring back wads of moss to keep in camp to make cleaning dens a lot easier and quicker for them. Tigerpaw wondered if the stash was full enough for him and Ripplemist to take some.
But before he could turn to leave and check, Ripplemist continued speaking, and again his ears perked with curiosity, whiskers now twitching. ”I’ve never heard of that before. Where did you get the idea?” Tigerpaw asked, fur raising with excitement. ”Vanillabloom would really appreciate that, I’m sure!” He chirped, energy coursing through his paws, making him all the more eager to start this task. He was going to make sure the nursery was the cleanest it had ever been, and with Ripplemist’s help, they were going to make it the best smelling den in the entire camp as well.
Crocodilefang »
With every passing day it seemed as if Crocodilefang was being pushed more and more to make a decision. The apprentice ceremony for Skinkstripe’s kits had been yet another public shame for Coconutfall, the brown tabby oracle unable to hold his own against his daughter and simply giving her an apprentice without so much as a suggestion of a fight. There hadn’t even been a challenge in the oracle’s gaze, and Crocodilefang was positive that Whiteshark would not be punished for her behavior. Sure, the tom would be lying if he said he hadn’t felt some sort of admiration for the young molly’s ambition, but that admiration was tattered by annoyance more than anything. Had any other cat in the Clan attempted such a feat and all the Ocean would be against them, but because Whiteshark was one of Coconutfall’s not-so-secret-anymore daughters she could get away with it. Crocodilefang sighed, shaking his head. He was starting to understand why cats wanted Coconutfall to step down, and while he had once been neutral in all this, not caring who led the Clan, he was beginning to admit to himself that he didn’t want to be led by a cat who couldn’t even defend himself.
This did cause him to wonder who would take Coconutfall’s place. Tigerpaw was the neophyte, that much was clear to every cat in the Clan, and the tom wasn’t ill-spirited or even smothered in hubris about his position. He was cheerful and happy, eager to please. Perhaps he was a bit too eager - that could make him just as much a pushover as Coconutfall was now. Would Tigerpaw be the right cat for the job?
The kits from Coconutfall’s first litter was also an option. Jacarandabloom, Redwave, and Lilypool all had a right to the leadership, perhaps even more so than Tigerpaw or any of his littermates. The kits of Coconutfall and Vanillabloom had been the decree of the Ocean seasons ago so surely one of them was the rightful oracle. But how well could any of them lead? Crocodilefang shook his head. It wasn’t his place to be thinking so deep into this. He needed to leave that for others and what he needed to do was his part for the Clan.
Amber eyes swept around the camp as Crocodilefang wondered how many cats remained in camp. Quite a few had left after the ceremony, new mentors taking their apprentices out for the first time to see the Ocean, cats escaping the tension that still shrouded the camp, while others had simply formed patrols to go hunting, scouting, or herb collecting. Would there be anymore cats still in camp that wanted to leave? Crocodilefang would be more than willing to be the scout for a patrol, he just needed to find a group that needed his skills.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Jun 2, 2023 18:37:54 GMT -5
"I just want to be good for you"he said, looking away"You're the first cat I've ever had these feelings for and I just wanna make you happy"
Creekpaw thought for a bit, tail flicking"Like the feathers I would play with, the red ones"He said, peeking up"do you think there's a bunch of the feathers nearby?"he asked, hoping to find the mysterious feather mass
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Post by Myst on Jun 3, 2023 3:13:12 GMT -5
 Dewthroat -- with Crocodilefang - Feathertalon It was clear tensions were still high after their oracle’s little revelation, though she couldn’t say she had much of an opinion on it. Rather, she felt she was too young to be entitled to such a thing. The apprentice ceremony… well, she remembered hers going a bit better than this one. While it wasn’t the worst, the way Coconutfall had quickly bent to her friend’s whim didn’t seem to sit well with anybody else. She for one was very pleased to see Whiteshark going for what she wanted. Sure, it wasn’t conventional, but she was so clearly excited about the opportunity and simply adored seeing the other molly happy. Though, perhaps she was biased in that way.
With everything going on, she could see the cats around her starting to picks sides – would she have to follow suit? How could she? What could she know that the Ocean didn’t? Dewthroat mostly understood the gravity of what their leader had done, simply going against the decision made for him as if it was nothing, but now Tigerpaw was the neophyte. Didn’t that sort of mean that this was meant to be all along? Maybe she simply wasn’t getting the nuance of the situation at hand, it wouldn’t be the first time that happened. Though, she wasn’t too sure if she wanted to get it – the entire thing was so stressful and seemed to be slowly driving a stake between her clanmates. As much as she wasn’t too confident anymore in the tom’s leadership, the molly wasn’t sure she wanted him necessarily removed. More so, she wasn’t sure if it was worth all the trouble of removing him by force…
Ugh, trying to think about it made her head hurt a bit. In her eyes, it was too far in the future to think about, so she simply wouldn’t. Giving herself a quick shake, Dewthroat decided that getting out would be the best thing to do. A good hunt would take her mind of, well, everything. Having drifted towards the edge of the camp, she briefly thought about simply leaving – who would know? She’d done it before, left without a scout at her side. Although, she did get chewed out for it a couple weeks ago…
Taking a quick glance around, blue eyes settled on Crocodilefang – perfect! With all the stress in the air surely he’d want to get out of camp too. Mind made up, the brown feline trotted over to the scout with a grin. “Hey Crocodilefang~” By the time she was close enough, she’d already generally moved on from the stress of possibly having to make a hard decision. “What would it take to convince you to hunt with me?”
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 4, 2023 8:39:03 GMT -5
Brightclaw »
Brightclaw nudged Troutwhisker with a purr. Warmth flushed through her pelt, embarrassment still strong even after she had confessed her feelings to the tom. Would that be something she’d always feel, she wondered. Or did the embarrassment go away after a while? She hoped the butterflies that danced in her stomach would never go away - or, well, she hoped that they stopped being so gut-churning, but she didn’t want that warm and fuzzy emotion to fade. ”You already make me happy,” she mewed, eyes gleaming with affection. ”And you’re already good for me. Coppershore and Coralstep will see that, too,” she promised, confident that her parents would approve of her newfound relationship with Troutwhisker.
Whiteshark »
Whiteshark nodded in approval, proud that her apprentice was already catching on. This was what she had meant when talking to Batfall earlier, before the fuzzy brown tom had managed to get on her nerves; she’d make an amazing mentor, and already she was proving that. Creekpaw was going to be the best darn scout the Clan had ever seen. Maybe not as good as Whiteshark was, but a close second for sure.
The molly’s two toned gaze glinted with eager amusement. ”What you’re smelling isn’t just feathers. It’s a lory,” she told the young tom. ”Get another breath of that scent and then we’ll see if you can track it. We’re not hunters, but as a scout we sometimes tag along with hunters. Knowing what they’re after and being aware of prey is very important so that scouts don’t get in the way,” she explained, voice quieter now that there was a nearby live target. Scouts fought for the Clan and protected their Clanmates, but knowing the basics of both hunting and healing made for a must have combination that every scout should strive for.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 4, 2023 8:39:46 GMT -5
Crocodilefang »
As if the Ocean itself had heard his thoughts, a dark brown and cream pelt appeared in his vision, signaling to Crocodilefang that the young hunter known as Dewthroat had stopped by. She wasn’t a cat that Crocodilefang interacted with a lot, only really knowing her from a few patrols he had scouted for that she had been on, and even then the spotted tom had never paid her much attention. Only in the last few moons had she even received her full Clan name, and most of the time she was hanging around Whiteshark. The two had never sought one another out, but with Whiteshark out training Creekpaw it seemed as if Dewthroat had no choice but to find the nearest available scout. And that just so happened to be him.
He eyed the young molly standing in front of him. ”More likely than not I won’t be hunting,” he told her levelly. His skills were not that of a hunter. He was a scout, his talents shining through in battle. It wasn’t that he couldn’t hunt, he just didn’t have the proficiency in such maneuvers that would allow him to make an easy prey kill. ”But I can accompany you on a hunt if that is what you’d like.” He wouldn’t deny Dewthroat the opportunity to leave camp, especially not when he wanted to leave as well. Crocodilefang yearned to leave the camp, and he knew he’d be of more use for his Clan outside than he was inside.
His sharp gaze glanced toward the camp’s exit. A few cats loitered near, but none seemed to be making any swift movements to leave. Camp wouldn’t be completely empty if he and Dewthroat left. Good. The last thing we need is a defenseless camp. ”Have a place in mind?” He asked without looking at the hunter, paws already moving to get them out of camp; he motioned for her to follow with his stump of a tail. The beachside closest to camp was probably off limits as he was sure the four new apprentices were experiencing their Ocean Wade at the moment, but that didn’t mean the entire beach was off limits to them if Dewthroat felt like fishing. Or perhaps she’d rather hunt in the jungle or closer to the mountain base. Either way Crocodilefang did not care. He just wanted to get out of camp and do something productive with his day.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Jun 4, 2023 12:02:21 GMT -5
"Ok, I trust you, I'm just.."he sighed"Really nervous I guess. They're very kind cats, I'm probably just overthinking this"he said, trying to calm his storm of thoughts
He nodded, trying his best to follow where his nose led. He stumbled a bit over branches and leaves, jumping in surprise when he heard the quick flapping of wings as a red blur flew past them"darn, it got away"
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Post by Myst on Jun 4, 2023 23:18:42 GMT -5
Dewthroat -- with Crocodilefang - Feathertalon Truthfully, she didn’t know much about the tom. For as social as she was, she truthfully still had yet to truly get to know everyone. After all, she’d only gotten her full name fairly recently and even still she spent a good bit of her time with Whiteshark. As for Crocodilefang, she’d been out a few times on patrol with him and form that she’d gathered that he was far more reserved and serious than herself. It didn’t really deter her from interacting with him, though, especially when she was itching to get out to do something.
His metered reply did little to deter her as she flicked her tail, grin broadening as he continued on to say he would join her. “Yeah, that’s what I meant – figured I shouldn’t try and leave without a scout again.” Dewthroat absolutely understood why it was necessary to have a scout along on patrol, but she also thought it was simply easy to just run out real quick, especially if she was coming right back. Not that she had come right back, but that wasn’t the point. She’d been a little upset to have been reprimanded, but she got it over fairly quick, the incident nothing more than an amusing memory to her now. Though, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was the only one who was amused by it.
From what she could tell with a quick glance around, the camp would be just fine if they left. She hadn’t noticed any particularly large groups leave after the ceremony, so surely two more cats leaving wouldn’t put anything at risk. When she looked back at the other warrior, she found that he was already moving to leave. Quick to fall into step behind him, Dewthroat gave a short hum in thought at his question. After a moment the molly answered, “Somewhere near Gecko Ravine – I’m trying to get better hunting the birds.” The feathered animals always seemed to best her.
Once outside of the camp, Dewthroat drew in a deep breath, both to scent the air and release whatever remaining stress she had. The weather was fair, though the sky was clear. The geckos would be basking in abundance and surely there would be birds aplenty. “The hunt will be good today~” she purred as picked up into a trot, eager to get a move on. The faster they got away from camp, the less she’d have to think of the mess the clan was in. Or, at least that’s how it worked for her.
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Post by Tealraven on Jun 5, 2023 14:30:02 GMT -5
S I L V E R T I D E Driftingcloud's reply confirms her suspicion: he seems to have a more traditional mindset and a healthy respect for the Oracle's authority. Yet there is a delicacy to his words, a little hesitance, like he doesn't fully believe what he is telling her. Maybe today's spectacle has sewn some seeds of doubt in his mind. Maybe with a little more prodding, she can help those seeds take root. "Well, at least you have a mind of your own. And a backbone. Which is certainly more than can be said for our illustrious leader at the moment!" Her golden eyes are canny as she aims a sideways glance in his direction. She'll need to be careful, here. The fluffy white tom clearly isn't comfortable speaking ill of Coconutfall. "I suppose it's to be expected by now. He's shown this kind of favoritism toward his illegitimate litter before." Coconutfall had set a precedent for casting aside tradition when he chose Tigerpaw to be his neophyte instead of one of the kits he'd had with his assigned mate. To do something so controversial after he'd already publicly announced his affair had surprised even Silvertide.
P A R R O T C A L L with snakeflight | healers' den
@ Myst
Parrotcall has only just finished sorting the limp, withered herbs from the fresh ones when the other healers start filing into the den to begin the day's work. He frowns slightly and touches a ginger paw to his forehead in confusion. Had he missed the ceremony? Was it over already? His morning chores must have taken him longer than he anticipated. Then again, he has been quite distracted as of late for a number of reasons. Too many reasons. His thoughts have been going in circles all morning. He sits up tall and straightens his shoulders, stretching his neck from side to side. Perhaps getting out of camp would do him and his cluttered brain some good.
With impeccable timing, Snakeflight pokes her head into the den, asking if anyone would like to join her. Parrotcall looks up in delighted surprise, flashing her a bright grin; the cats nearest to him are nearly blown back by the sheen of it. "You're in luck! I was just about to head out, but collecting herbs is always better with fine company!" He trots over to join her and almost immediately detects a hint of stress from the fawn-and-white tabby. It's probably not noticeable to anyone who isn't a healer. Hoping to soothe whatever is troubling her, he mews, "Why don't we head out to the beach? It's been far too long since I've put my paws on sand. Sea air is good for the soul, you know." His blue eyes twinkle affably. "You can trust me; I'm a healer! Come now, a beautiful day awaits us!"
J A C A R A N D A B L O O M The pale tabico bristles a little bit at her brother's muttered comment. Discuss with me? Her tailtip flicks in steady three-quarter time, as it often does when she is thinking hard -- or biting her tongue. What was there to discuss? Did she really need his approval on every suggestion she made? She glances at Redwave, but his face is calm and his amber eyes focused. If he is irritated with her, it doesn't show. She takes a short, deep breath, attempting to match his cool, collected demeanor.
"In less than a week from today there will be no moon." It would be an opportune time for members of the rebellion to slip away from camp unnoticed. "We could meet then, under cover of darkness, to decide what's next." The sooner, the better. They needed to use the Whiteshark controversy while it was still fresh in everyone's minds, strike while feelings were still running high and hot. Jacarandabloom was tiring of all the secrecy and covert meetings; she was a cat of action, not creeping around in the shadows. But, after a moment of thought, she adds, "Somewhere different this time." She could wait a little longer. And periodically moving their location ought to throw off any potential spies, right? Make it harder to be caught? "What do you say, Redwave?" Since she picked the time, he should choose the place. See? I can be agreeable!
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Now it is Aniselight's turn to feel flustered. It's not a feeling she is accustomed to. She tilts her head at Lilypool, endeared by the the healer bashfully shuffling her paws, ears growing warm at her obvious excitement. Is that excitement for me? Aniselight wasn't disliked, but other cats often felt awkward around her, unsure of what to say or how to act, and it's something she's acutely aware of. Is it her height? That isn't something she can control. Or is it because they think she's always angry? It's just her face. Maybe it's just her lack of verbosity; Aniselight only speaks when she has something meaningful to say. Yet right here in front of her are two cats who can't wait to spend time with her.
Hyacinthpaw's bright eyes and lashing tail pull Aniselight out of her puzzled thoughts and back to the present. Her enthusiasm is infectious. The flame-colored scout nods to her apprentice, her own eyes shining with approval. "That's the attitude I like to see." She follows Hyacinthpaw to the camp exit with unhurried strides, pausing once they are outside the dark green walls to make sure Lilypool is still with them. Then she turns to the smaller cat and says, "Soft Sands. Lead the way, Hyacinthpaw."
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 7, 2023 14:51:27 GMT -5
Brightclaw »
Being nervous was certainly something that Brightclaw could understand. She would never know the nervousness of telling Troutwhisker’s parents that they were mates, but she knew everything would be okay. Why would either of her parents have a problem with the tomcat? And why would Aniselight or even Ripplemist have a problem with him? If they had spent any time with the cream tabby then surely they would realize just how amazing of a cat he was. They would understand that he was loyal and kind, and most importantly, he made Brightclaw happy.
Brightclaw took a deep breath of the air as she walked away from the beach. Already the sound of the Ocean was growing fainter, the lapping waves growing softer and softer. ”Everything is going to be okay. And if for some reason it’s not, you’ll always have me.” Brightclaw glanced at Troutwhisker with a small reassuring smile, hoping that she could be a source of comfort for him just as he was for her.
Whiteshark »
Switching to silence, Whiteshark eased her way across the sands of the beach and toward the edge where forest met shore. She watched Creekpaw as he moved, taking in every step he made, concentrating on what he was doing right and what he was doing wrong. As this was only his first day out of camp Whiteshark would go easy on him, but she wanted to point out the mistakes he made and offer him advice on how he could improve. No cat was perfect their first time outside.
A startled screech rang out, shrill and alarmed. Whiteshark glanced up, watching as a lory quickly flew away. Momentary disappointment wrapped her chest, but she shook it away. Everything was fine - this was Creekpaw’s first time ever tracking and it wasn’t like he was training to be a hunter. He just needed to learn how to be quiet so that the hunters could do their job. ”You did really well tracking it,” she praised the young tom. That much was true. If he kept that up he’d be an amazing tracker. ”But you’ll need to learn how to stalk the jungles quietly. Leaves and twigs are ll over the jungle.” She gestured toward a pile where Creekpaw had stumbled over moments before. ”It takes a lot of training and concentration to be able to track, figure out where to put your paws, and be quiet, but if you put in the time then you can walk through the jungle without anything being able to hear you.” She knew Creekpaw had it in him, and she wanted to make sure that he realized that.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 7, 2023 14:52:11 GMT -5
Crocodilefang »
It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for cats to leave camp without a scout. Or at least, it wasn’t as uncommon as it once had been. With all the drama being stirred around inside camp and with the tension growing thicker with each passing day, more and more cats were itching to get out and escape the drama. Not that Crocodilefang would necessarily blame cats for doing that, but leaving camp without a scout was going against a rule that had been put into place since the beginning of HibiscusClan. What would happen if hunters or healers ran into an aggressive rogue or somehow found a boa that was big enough and hungry enough to go for a full grown cat? That’s what scouts were there for. They kept their Clanmates safe.
Crocodilefang merely grunted at her response. At least she understood that what she had done had been wrong; the tom didn’t remember Dewthroat ever leaving camp on her own, but he was sure it had happened. Why would a cat lie about something like that in the first place? It made no sense, yet at the end of the day, her having left camp alone not too long ago was none of the scout’s business.
Off to Gecko Ravine they would go, then. The prey-rich area had been off limits for some time not but just a few moons ago, back when the bug infested boa had been on the loose, infecting the Clan with whatever insects it had contracted. Crocodilefang’s skin still crawled when he thought of that, how the bugs left an incessant itch all over a cat’s body. He had been lucky in that he hadn’t been infested too badly, but even now, some moons later, he knew he had scars in places that they had congregated on him. The itching had been intense enough to cause open wounds in some places, but he had been lucky in that the healers had been able to treat the wounds skillfully. Hopefully that would be the last time they’d ever have to deal with those bugs. If not, then at least they did have a cure now thanks to all the dedicated healers that the Clan had.
Thus far the small tom had remained silent. It wasn’t until Dewthroat mentioned that hunting would be good that he spoke up. ”It’s still early enough that the prey won’t be sheltering from the heat.” While both seasons the Clan experienced still held an abundance of prey, it was no secret that hunting early in the day and later in the evening was easier. By midday and a little later on it became too hot for any prey to want to leave the shade of their nests.
With this in mind, Crocodilefang picked up his pace alongside the molly. While it was still morning, the sun was creeping ever closer to the middle of the sky. If they wanted to have enough time to catch something worthwhile, they needed to make it to the ravine soon.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 7, 2023 14:52:27 GMT -5
Lilypool »
Lilypool fell into step just behind the scout and her apprentice, exceedingly aware of where she was placing her paws and how fast she was walking. She couldn’t show how eager she was to pad side by side with Aniselight, to maybe get the chance of their pelts brushing. She had to swallow those urges down, had to act presentable, like a well minded healer that just wanted to get out of camp and watch how scout training was done.
”Do you take Hyacinthpaw to Soft Sands a lot?” Lilypool asked Aniselight once the ginger molly had requested her apprentice to take the lead. The healer recognized that it wasn’t the strongest of conversation starts, a pretty pathetic attempt as far as she was concerned, but she wanted something to talk to Aniselight about, something that could get her and the scout to converse. Getting out of camp had been a goal of Lilypool’s, but her overall focus was just spending time with Aniselight even if that meant sitting in on a training session.
Redwave »
Jacarandabloom’s agitation was lost on Redwave, the ambitious tabby tom not focusing on her deeply enough to gather her true emotions. If he was being honest he assumed the flicking of her tail and the tensing of her muscles were due to Batfall’s random appearance and his sudden intrigue in all of this. He would not have guessed that his littermate was finding annoyance in Redwave himself.
His ears perked with interest as his sister spoke. Surely he should have thought about the fact that a new moon was soon upon them, a night in which the island would be shrouded in shadow. It would be the perfect night for his growing group to skink out of camp and meet together. The tips of his claws unsheathed themselves as another thought passed his mind, a thought that ruffled the fur along his spine. Would the new moon be the time to strike? To take his stand against Coconutfall and challenge his father for leadership? Could he rid the Clan of a faithless oracle and his phony neophyte? Much like Jacarandabloom he was growing tired of waiting. The time to strike was surely soon upon them. Yet before he did anything rash he would speak with his group and gather their opinions. And, most importantly to him, he would seek the advice of Stormsurf. The healer’s opinion meant more to him than anything else as of late, which was odd considering how distrustful of him Redwave had been at the start.
Before he dove too deep into thoughts about Stormsurf, he looked back to Jacarandabloom, nodding his approval. ”We’ll be meeting near Palm Coast, closer to the beach.” The cover of the jungle would work better, but in the darkness of the new moon meeting in a somewhat open area would give the rebellion a bit more light to see in. ”Join us then, Batfall, and prove to us that you are serious about this.” Amber eyes narrowed sharply toward Batfall. Redwave would not have this young tom messing around with all of this. The rebellion was a serious one, and having just one cat out of line could prove disastrous. They were too far along into this to have a mishap now, and should anything happen, should some cat falter, Redwave would do whatever it took to correct any wrongdoer.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Jun 7, 2023 15:40:41 GMT -5
He nodded, taking a few deep breaths"Ok, who do we see first then dear?"he asked, curiously. He wanted to get it done quickly and not have to deal with the anxiety this was causing him.
He nodded, taking in his cousin's words as he looked up at her"Do you think I'll be as good as my mama one day?"he asked, wanting to make the scout proud of him.
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Post by Myst on Jun 11, 2023 21:47:25 GMT -5
Snakeflight -- Heading Out - With Parrotcall - Tealraven This was nothing more than an excuse to get out and put herself to use. While stress never looked particularly good on her, she detested the idea of becoming useless because of it. The delighted grin was enough to relieve a bit of the stress she’d been feeling immediately, though left her a little stunned. Parrotcall had always had a wonderfully bright smile, so it shouldn’t have surprised her, yet it still threw her just a little. To her delight, the tom took her up on her offer immediately and she couldn’t help but offer her own warm grin in response. “Wonderful – we can go wherever you need to.”
As soon as the other had joined her Snakeflight backed out of the healers’ den, turning so they could head out of the camp together. On their way out she glanced at him for just a moment as he suggested they head for the beach, mentioned it would be good for the soul. Was it that obvious she was stressed? She thought she’d been hiding it pretty well… Then again, he was a healer, it made sense that he would just sort of know. With a hum, the scout nodded. “Who am I to defy a healer? The beach it is then~” she purred. Decision made she flicked her tail to signal they were heading out. “We’ll just need to steer clear of the new apprentices and their mentor’s – most of them have already made their way to the ocean, I believe.”
Making their leave, the scout sparred another glanced around just before they exited. There were still a fine number of cats inside, so surely they wouldn’t be missed if something happened. Not that she expected much to happen, but it was always good to keep it in the back of her mind. “So, what do you need to collect? I’m no healer, but I can certainly still help so long as I know what to look for.”
Dewthroat -- Near Gecko Ravine - with Crocodilefang - Feathertalon She didn’t necessarily go out of her way to cause trouble, it just sort of… happened. It was the same way with rules that she tended to break without so much as thinking of them in the first place. She’d left without a scout a couple times, Dewthroat had just happened to get caught. The only difference between then and today was the fact that a scout had been readily available to her. Not that she’d looked to hard last time, but that was in the past now. Today she would be able to relieve her stress without getting in trouble later.
As she made her way through the forest, she pivoted an ear toward the scout as he mentioned the heat. Humming in agreement, the hunter replied, “We should get there with plenty of time – surely the birds will still be looking their for their own food.” And if they weren’t, she would always have the ground dwelling prey to fall back on. She kept her eyes peeled and jaws parted as they travelled, slowing for brief moments every now and then to draw deeper scents to see what was around. This journey had become familiar for her – not much for fishing, the molly favored the ravine and just the forest on the whole.
It wasn’t long before Gecko Ravine was within their sights. Slowing down a little, Dewthroat drew in a slow breath, eyes flickering around. While on the whole prey seemed abundant enough based on the scents she received, one was much closer than the rest – a lory, if she was recalling the scent correctly. Just barely remembering to hold up her tail in signal that she was stopping, the hunter had already turned towards where the scent to be the strongest. No sooner than her eyes landed on the red bird had Dewthroat had dropped into a crouch and was on the move.
Her approach was near perfect by her own standards, steps light and even as she moved through the undergrowth. Each time the animal stopped its own search for food and looked around, the molly froze, simply waiting until it’s head went back to the ground. Once close enough, she buckled down, haunches tense and claws digging lightly into the earth beneath her. As soon as she was ready, the hunter sprung, claws outstretched and snatching the animal from the air by the wing as it attempted to flee, startled by her disturbance of the plant life. Drawing it in to herself, as soon as she landed she dealt the final blow. Not her greatest catch, but certainly better than her current track record with birds.
Burying her catch, she made a mental note of where she'd caught it, though it was slightly up to chance that she actually remembered. Returning to the scout, she offered a grin as she continued on their way. "Not my best but I still got it~"
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