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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 13, 2023 14:06:21 GMT -5
Brightclaw »
That was a good question. Who should they see first? Brightclaw’s tail twitched in thought. Out of all the cats she could tell she knew she wanted to announce her new mateship to her parents first. She remembered briefly seeing them sitting together during the ceremony, but whether or not they were still together was a different story. Brightclaw assumed that they stuck by one another’s side even after the ceremony had come to an end, it was just something her parents would do. Though if something had pulled them apart, like patrol duty, Brightclaw would guess that her father would be the one most likely in camp. Not that he never left camp, it was just more likely that a healer would stick around in camp than a scout would.
With that in mind the molly padded confidently back to camp, a game plan now in mind. Could she consider it much of a plan, though? It wasn’t like there was any strategy going into this. She shook her head. The last thing she needed to do was get off track here. ”Coppershore and Coralstep,” she told Troutwhisker with a hardy nod. ”I want to tell them first.”
Whiteshark »
Despite Creekpaw having scared away the lory and causing it to alarm every piece of prey in the area, Whiteshark was still proud of her apprentice. Her tail curled high into the air when she heard the apprentice’s question. ”I can guarantee you will! Maybe you’ll even be better,” she mused gleefully, eyeing her apprentice. ”Maybe you don’t think you’ll be all that great now, but every cat started where you are, even Skinkstripe. Heck, when I became an apprentice I thought walking from camp to here was a long way, but now I could walk the entire island four times over and not get tired!” She boasted, tail trembling excitedly. Even if she was exaggerating on some aspects of her statements, she was being completely honest when she spoke of how every ‘paw started from where Creekpaw was now. Every cat had a first day of training. Every cat started as a kit before they made it to who they were today. Becoming a great member of HibiscusClan took hard work and a lot of time, but any cat could achieve their goals, and more, if they just put their all into it.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 13, 2023 14:14:27 GMT -5
Crocodilefang »
Dewthroat was right about that - it wouldn’t take them long to make it all the way to the ravine. While it was away from camp in the deeper parts of the jungle, it wasn’t so far that they’d have to sprint just to get there in time. Parts of the beach were further from camp than Gecko Ravine was. It was still within the same mountain that made up the very edge of the Clan’s camp.
And just like that, the jungle was sloping downward, easing itself into a dip that made up the ravine. Rocks formed parts of the edges, creating a mixture of ground and tree where earth met leaf. It was a rather beautiful sight, perhaps even more so than the Ocean. Like any HibiscusClan cat Crocodilefang enjoyed the Ocean and was awestruck by its presence, but Gecko Ravine had an enchanting beauty about it as well. There was cover between thick jungle and caverns where the mountain had been chipped away by centuries of erosion. Shaded sunlight dappled the ground under paw, creating what looked like a tortoiseshell pattern across the land. Birdsong echoed throughout, mingling itself with the scuttling of lizards and other land prey. Crocodilefang found himself at peace here.
It wasn’t long before Dewthroat signaled with her dark furred tail for Crocodilefang to stay where he was. Silently he hunkered down, not wanting to give away their spot if the molly had located potential prey. He parted his jaws to take in the scents around them, distinguishing the unmistakable scent of a lory. The tom’s claws flexed under him. A lory would make for a good meal if the hunter managed to catch it. They were decent sized birds, a filling meal for two or three cats.
From where Crocodilefang had situated himself in the undergrowth, he couldn’t see much of the hunt going on. Every now and then he could catch glimpses of seal colored fur flashing against the greens of the jungle, yet his eyes never caught sight of the bird she was stalking. He only knew it was there based on the scent that wafted toward him in strong waves.
Dewthroat pounced, the molly no longer visible to the scout. His ears perked. Silence graced him; Dewthroat had made the catch, and this was only confirmed when the hunter returned to him with a triumphant grin plastered on her face. He dipped his head toward her. ”A catch is a catch,” he murmured, mentally remembering this area so that they could come back later to retrieve Dewthroat’s catch. ”Where to now?” Questioned the tabby, wondering if Dewthroat would want to continue upward or head the other direction of the ravine.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Jun 15, 2023 9:31:05 GMT -5
He nodded and made his way into camp. His eyes scanned the area, looking for the familiar pair of cats. His tail flicked before looking up at Brightclaw"Do you see them?"
Creekpaw nodded, bouncing a bit on his paws excitedly"Thank you for being my mentor Whiteshark!"he said, moving to nuzzle the larger cat as best as he could.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 17, 2023 8:36:49 GMT -5
Brightclaw »
Once back in camp Brightclaw narrowed her gaze, searching for any signs of the familiar pelts of her parents. The tip of her tail flicked slowly, eyes scanning the camp. She wasn't seeing a familiar orange or black pelt right away. "Maybe they're in a den somewhere? The healers' den maybe?" It wasn't uncommon for Coralstep to visit Coppershore, but it also wasn't uncommon for the visits to be the other way around. Brightclaw flattened her ears. "Or maybe the scouts' den?" Her words were meant to be a statement, but her voice rose in pitch to create a question. She looked over at Troutwhisker, wondering if he had any ideas or suggestions on where they searched first.
[ casually just tagging y'all in case either of you wanted to throw copper or coral into this real quick o:
- 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 , ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · ]
Whiteshark »
In a way it was all thanks to Batfall that Creekpaw was now Whiteshark's apprentice. That thought alone caused a faint scowl to appear across the molly's visage, her tail twitching in annoyance for a brief moment until she looked down at the small tom beside her. Warmth swelled her chest, a purr rumbling deep inside her throat. After everything that had happened earlier with her and Batfall, she wasn't going to thank the tom for all this, but she did give an inward thank you toward the Ocean for what had happened just this morning.
"Well, I couldn't let any other cat mentor you, now could I?" She asked with a huff of laughter. "I mean, who else would be able to mentor you? Certainly not any other cat!" Whiteshark scoffed at the idea of some other cat training the cat that was clearly meant to be her apprentice. No other cat would do it right, she had decided. Only Whiteshark was capable of training Creekpaw, and that was now a fact.
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Jun 21, 2023 1:36:26 GMT -5
Yoko
Yoko couldn't help but emit an amused purr in response to Cassia's words, momentarily forgetting the previous encounter with the clan cats a few moons ago. "Alright, alright, you win," the white tom sighed, turning to face Cassia without noticing the tremor in her voice. "I'll put aside my worst fears and focus on the present. And right now, I crave fish!" Yoko meowed, setting off toward the ocean, sensing its proximity as the sound of crashing waves reached his ears. "Don't worry, I won't drown!" the loner reassured, the strong scent of salt growing more intense with each step they took.
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Jun 21, 2023 1:50:01 GMT -5
Batfall
Batfall's large eyes widened further as he caught sight of Redwave's menacing claws materializing before him, causing a shiver to course through his entire body. The young tom instinctively tore his gaze away from the intimidating display, refocusing his attention on Redwave, who had resumed speaking. Batfall had managed to earn the fragile trust of these two littermates, aware that a single misstep or a hint of the wrong attitude could shatter everything he had worked for in the past couple of minutes. Responding to Redwave's words, Batfall nodded earnestly, his voice laced with determination. "You can count on me. I'll prove my loyalty to both you and Jacarandabloom," he vowed, his head dipping respectfully as he surreptitiously stole a quick glance at the feline duo before him. (tags: Feathertalon & Tealraven) |
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Post by moonclaw400 on Jun 26, 2023 11:32:20 GMT -5
Troutwhisker nodded, keeping his side gently pressed against her own. "They could also be out on a patrol or gathering herbs?"he offered.
"I'm happy it was you! I kinda wanted Crocodilefang, but I'm happier I got you!"he said, soft laugher leaving him
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Post by aether on Jun 28, 2023 18:46:34 GMT -5
[ I'm so sorry I disappeared :C life has been a lot for a while but getting myself into a better position now (feeling much happier!). Just wanted to pop around and say hi to everyone and sorry to leave all my characters and plots without an end! ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 29, 2023 10:02:58 GMT -5
[ hey aether!! So glad to see you again, glad to hear that everything is going okay for you now ;v; ]
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Post by Myst on Jun 30, 2023 4:02:23 GMT -5
 Dewthroat -- with Crocodilefang - Feathertalon It certainly wasn’t her best catch – she’d watched her mentor catch birds before they even knew what was happening when she was in training. The hunter wasn’t yet capable of such a thing and was unsure if she ever would be. Perhaps it was because she was bad at it, but catching birds wasn’t really her favorite thing. Still, she’d managed to get the thing nonetheless, so it was much better than her typical luck with them. Regardless, when the scout confirmed that a catch was, indeed, a catch, Dewthroat grinned and nodded in response.
Only a moment later the question of where to go next was posed. She’d had her heart set on the ravine, heading upward could prove just as fruitful. Then again, the ravine had guaranteed catch if her work on birds didn’t pan out. Vaguely tilting her head this way and that as she thought, she finally answered, “The ravine – since I’m not too great with birds I want to make sure I still come back with enough food.” Decision made, the molly turned back to their previously determined path and took off trotting.
Though she was doing her best to pay attention to their surroundings, her mind was still whirling with the idea that she needed to make a decision about where she stood. She had a hard enough time decided where to hunt, there was no way she could decide such a thing. The scout seemed well versed in decisions, though. “So, Crocodilefang, how do you make big decisions? Like training to be a scout – how’d you decide that?” Despite the seriousness of the question, her tone was still bubbly as ever. It would at least be nice to hear how he thought things through, even if she ended up not employing those methods later.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 1, 2023 21:46:42 GMT -5
Brightclaw »
Brightclaw nodded at her mate’s words. Troutwhisker was right about that. ”They could be,” she mewed, tail twitching slowly as she continued to scan the camp in hopes of seeing either of her parents’ familiar pelts. ”We can at least check the dens.” Keeping herself pressed against the tom still, she nudged him gently and began to pad toward the healers’ den, wondering if she would find Coppershore and Coralstep inside.
Whiteshark »
A snort of both disbelief and amusement escaped Whiteshark as she heard her apprentice’s confession. ”Crocodilefang, really?” She raised an eye as she looked down at Creekpaw, her expression the same emotions as what was heard in her words earlier. ”That cat’s a total grump. He wouldn’t be a very fun mentor.” Whiteshark would admit that Crocodilefang was a dedicated scout. He was a hard worker as well, never wanting to miss out on patrols or just helping the Clan out in general wherever he could. He was loyal to HibiscusClan through and through and would surely make a good scout out of any apprentice he was given, but while he was a wonderful warrior he wasn’t all that great when it came to other cats. The tom was stand-offish, often short with others, and worst of all, Whiteshark could confidently say she had never seen that tom smile or even come close to doing so. He was all business, and while Whiteshark appreciated a serious moment here and there, she couldn’t handle not being able to relax and crack a joke or two with some friendly faces.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 1, 2023 21:50:05 GMT -5
Crocodilefang »
As Dewthroat gave him a satisfactory answer, the tom nodded and padded after her, allowing her to stay just a few steps ahead so that she could look out for any signs of prey and so that he could scout behind them for any notion that something was amiss. So far everything was clear - no signs of boas or rogues. That was good. That was something he hoped remained constant on this hunting trip.
Just as he was falling into the silence that had grown between them, Dewthroat spoke up, a question escaping her tongue and falling against Crocodilefang’s ears. His bobbed tail twitched ever so slightly, his sharp gaze narrowing as he turned a momentarily pointed look the hunter’s way. ”How did you decide to become a hunter?” He merely asked, throwing her question back her way in a level tone. His words held no emotion in them, but inside he was curious as to how this was being brought up. Why was she asking him about decision making? Why was she asking him about his decision to become a scout? Crocodilefang snorted under his breath. Why did any of this matter to Dewthroat? Surely she knew how to make her own decisions - after all, had she not decided to become a hunter? Why would their experiences in choosing what path they wanted to go down differ so much so that she needed to question him on it? Had she perhaps been pushed to go down the path of a hunter? Had she wanted to be something else? It wasn’t uncommon for parents to persuade their kits into picking a particular path, Crocodilefang had heard a decent amount of stories that involved kits being told what they could or couldn’t do with their lives; it was absurd in his opinion to tell somebody else what they could and couldn’t do. A cat wasn’t defined by who their parents were and what their parents did. It was shallow thinking if a cat thought they could control another.
The tom shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to fall into such thoughts with himself. ”It’s what I wanted to do,” he simply told the dark-furred molly with a shrug of his shoulders. ”Healing bores me and hunting wasn’t something I was all that interested in.” There were a million different avenues that Crocodilefang could take to continue this conversation and give more explanation to his statements, but he wasn’t that type of cat. He spoke his mind in as little words as possible. Chatterbox was the last word that could be used to describe him, and he wasn’t about to start that now, even if his company so far was a bit more tolerable than others he’s dealt with before.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Jul 9, 2023 12:05:06 GMT -5
Ripplemist
Ripplemist tipped her head to the side, narrowing her eyes as she sought to remember the origin of her idea. "Well... I think Geckotail told me that she used to do that when she was younger," she said, her blue gaze filled with fondness as she thought of the elderly she-cat. The two of them had gotten closer in the past couple of moons, with Ripplemist relating to Geckotail's struggles of feeling like she didn't belong. After all, the two of them both had outsider roots, and the elderly cat was a very good storyteller.
"We should go get that moss," she mewed, as her jet black figure began to exit the nursery. "Let's go!"
(omg i havent replied in so long im so sorry!!! i hope this wasnt too dry ughh)
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Jul 9, 2023 12:13:33 GMT -5
Cassia
"As if I'd doubt you. I'm sure you're a great swimmer," said Cassia amusedly, and Yoko couldn't quite tell if she was teasing him or being genuine. Knowing Cassia, it was likely the former..
Her gaze brightened as the ocean lapped at the sand, a wave of salty freshness carried by the wind serving as an invite for the two loners as they approached it. "How wonderful," she said softly, inhaling the fresh scent the water had blessed the breeze with. "I can tell we'll definitely get some great catches."
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Post by moonclaw400 on Jul 13, 2023 8:38:43 GMT -5
Creekpaw nodded"he might be, but he's really tough. I wanna be tough too and keep everyone safe!"he said, tail flicking a bit"but you're a lot nicer, I like you more"he said he stretched
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Jul 31, 2023 3:10:34 GMT -5
Yoko
"I'm glad you're confident in my swimming abilities," Yoko replied with a playful glint in his eyes, his earlier concerns momentarily pushed aside by the rich smell of salt in the air. "But, you see, this white pelt of mine..." he trailed off, glancing at the pristine fur that covered his body. "It's rather special to me, and I fear the water might not be so kind to it."
Yoko's amused purr filled the air, but as he continued to walk with Cassia, he noticed a subtle change in the ground beneath his paws. The dense, mushy jungle lush gradually gave way to something different: soft, warm sand with scattered pebbles. Surprised, he realized they were much closer to the ocean than he had originally thought. He turned his head to Cassia and a smile was painted on his face.
"We're finally here!", the tom said with glee, hoping Cassia would share the same enthusiasm as him.
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Post by Myst on Aug 4, 2023 7:17:27 GMT -5
Dewthroat -- with Crocodilefang - Feathertalon The gaze she earned in response to her question almost made her wish she hadn’t asked – almost. She still needed to know how he decided on such a large matter. As much as she enjoyed living on the fly and doing whatever made her the happiest in the moment, she supposed that maybe she should at least try to think ahead sometimes. Who better to ask than the scout? He always seemed so levelheaded and put together, so surely he’d be able to impart some wisdom to her. If he were to speak up, that is.
When his answer came in the form of another question, Dewthroat could only look at him for a moment. How did she decide to be a hunter? While it hadn’t happened all that long ago, she was suddenly drawing a blank on what had pushed her to this role. She distinctly recalled awarding it more forethought than she did most things, but even in the moment something told her it’d only been decided in the moment just before her naming. Of course, now she could say that it felt the most free – she could hunt however she liked as long as it got the job done. “I don’t really know – sounded fun, and just sort of happened to be right,” she answered after a moment. That was likely as accurate an answer as she could provide.
Thankfully the tom did go on to actually answer her question, although it seemed as though if you really boiled it down, it didn’t differ much from hers. “Healing is kinda boring – too much to remember,” she mused, glancing up to him for a brief moment. She’d gotten what she wanted, but it wasn’t enough. There had to be more to making important decision than how you felt, right? That’s at least what her mother always told her. It wouldn’t hurt to venture another question, would it? “What about other important things? Do you always just go based on how you feel?” If that’s all there really was to it then she’d be fine. Hopefully.
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Post by ☾—ivy｡˚⊹♪:¨ · on Aug 19, 2023 7:29:28 GMT -5
Cassia
Cassia could feel the soft freshness of the sea run through her pelt, and the small particles of sand rubbing against her paw pads. Some sand was already stuck between her claws. She found this mildly annoying, but she reckoned she'd have to ignore it in favor of hunting.
"I feel like today is a good fish day," she mewed, endeared by Yoko's enthusiasm. "Perhaps we could both take a break from regular old boring mice."
I haven't had much luck with hunting lately. Maybe a change of environment is what I need? she thought. Surely it's just my luck failing me nowadays... or my skill has gotten dull?
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Sept 5, 2023 1:39:15 GMT -5
will reply this week! school started and ive been slacking so sorry and the discussion page closed cuz of inactivity so ima have to post here for now )
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