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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Sept 2, 2022 10:18:18 GMT -5
Rabbitpaw Open | TalonClan | Camp
Rabbitpaw sorted trough a small pile of feathers she'd found around the territory, it was pointless to keep them but she thought they looked pretty. Yet she thought if any warrior found the five or so feathers she had collected, that they would give them to the kits and elders as bedding or toys. That was not what she intended and she thought that it would be nicer to try weave them into the den by balancing them on the thorns. She padded over to the side of the den with the feathers in her mouth, placing them onto the dull thorns whilst trying to not get pricked.
accompanied by: rabbitpaw [Tilu ] Snowpaw was just walking back into the den after hunting on his own for the first time. He had caught a fine robin and proudly dropped it off to the elders. Now, he was going to get a little rest before going back out again. Of course, the day was still young and Cardinalfrost could still take him out later for some training. He padded into the den, only to discover Rabbitpaw putting feathers on the thorns of the den. "What are you doing?" he asked. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
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Post by Tilu on Sept 2, 2022 10:43:51 GMT -5
Rabbitpaw With Snowpaw (ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 ) | TalonClan | Apprentice Den
"Eep!" Rabbitpaw squeaked trying to kick the other feathers under her nest. "Oh, Its you Snowpaw," She shakily smiled at her, "You scared the stars out of me." She thought that the apprentices didn't mind some decorations other than the thorns and bracken of the den, I mean Echopaw and Webpaw haven't complained, yet, or they haven't noticed- She shook her head to stop her thoughts trailing off, turning to Snowpaw and trying to explain to him that she was just decorating the dull den.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Sept 2, 2022 12:15:22 GMT -5
accompanied by: rabbitpaw [Tilu ] Snowpaw looked at her with a confused expression. Decorating the den with feathers was odd but it wasn't the worst thing in the world. He didn't catch her trying to hide the rest of them. His skills of perception still needed some polishing. A thought crossed his mind and the tom couldn't help but blurt out, "Did you take those from the nursery?"
He was a new apprentice, so he and his mother were one of the last cats that left the nursery. With it being vacated for the moment, he couldn't help but wonder if she had taken those from there. "I know they are comfortable, but they won't do that much. If anything, they can get pokey like thorns!" coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
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Post by Tilu on Sept 2, 2022 13:55:09 GMT -5
Rabbitpaw With Snowpaw (ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 ) | TalonClan | Apprentice Den
Rabbitpaw's pelt bristled at the question, "No." She said bluntly, "I found them around the territory, I thought they would look nice here. The thorns look boring in my opinion." She mewed trying to sound like she knew what she was doing, while realizing how weird she must look trying to put kitten toys on the den. "I've got a few left, I'll give those to the nursery." She said embarrassed, turning back around and shaking out her pelt to appear completely calm.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 4, 2022 10:15:17 GMT -5
[ casually just gonna repost these i also have roostertail and mallowsnap open if anybody wants to do stuff with them :> ] Mothleg »
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The sound of birdsong awakened the ticked tabby. Slowly she uncurled herself from her nest, stretching out each limb at a time until she was fully on her paws. She gave herself a moment to groom out the moss that had clung to her in her sleep, and once she deemed herself presentable she slipped away from her nest and out of the warriors’ den into camp. Mothleg glanced around, eyes narrowing. ”You overslept,” she muttered to herself with a twinge of annoyance. It wasn’t like the senior warrior to sleep in this late; typically she was up right before sunrise, before even the birds started to sing their morning song; yet today the birds were loud and clear, and Mothleg hated it. What was she? An inexperienced apprentice? She wasn’t like Mallowsnap who slept in until the sun was already above the horizon line. Even now she knew her younger sister was curled up in her nest still sleeping away. Mallowsnap would be up soon, but it still perplexed Mothleg on how a full fledged warrior could sleep for so long and not feel like a slacker about it.
Mood sour, the brown molly focused her attention on the going ons around camp through narrowed eyes. Patrols were forming for the morning, and not hearing her name being called and not aware of having been assigned to one the night before, Mothleg decided her best course of action here was to keep an eye on camp and partake in some housekeeping. By the looks of it Sparrowstar himself had left camp in favor of going on patrol. That meant some cat had to stay behind and keep an eye on things just in case something were to happen. Arrogant as it was to make herself the one to watch over camp, Mothleg was a senior warrior. She wasn’t the oldest or most experienced, but she was confident in her abilities to judge and assess a situation. In her mind she had enough knowledge to watch over the Clanmates that were in camp, and should something truly devastating happen - Mothleg prayed to the ancestors that wouldn’t be the case - then there were always other warriors, and even the medicine cat, that could be turned to.
With all this in mind, the warrior went to checking the dens, starting with the warriors’ den first. Even if she was to be in camp today, she would still get something done. Mothleg had no problems busing herself with checking dens for patches that needed replaced and reinforcing them so long as it was something to keep herself busy.
Carrotleap »
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Sleep had been impossible for Carrotleap to come by last night. Nerves thrumming with anxiety and his head full of worries, the mostly white tomcat had lay awake in his den all night, silently listening to his denmates snore away in peaceful slumber. It felt like forever that he had been curled up in his nest, desperate to sleep, but his desperation continued, sleep evading him like a mouse who knew predators were around.
The moment other warriors started leaving their nests, though, was the moment Carrotleap took his leave as well. He was relieved that he could finally leave, but he was heavy-eyed and stiff-pawed from no sleep. His gait was stumbled, and that only heightened the level of anxiety that was already buzzing through him; he was lucky he made it out of the warriors’ den without stepping on any talis, though he had almost bumped right into Roostertail, the ginger tabby still sleeping soundly in his nest, and would continue to sleep up until sunhigh if he was allowed.
Once he had made it outside the warriors’ den, Carrotleap snuck out toward an area of camp that didn’t see as much traffic throughout the day. He planned on going hunting or patrolling at some point in the day, but right now everything was a bit too much for his sleep deprived self. Only recently had he been named a warrior, and while there had been excitement, there had also been terror. Change had always been hard for Carrotleap; even when he had been named an apprentice he had been plagued with terrible anxiety for moons after, afraid that he was going to mess up or do something so terribly wrong that the cats of TalonClan would simply exile him. His apprenticeship had gone smoothly, though, despite his fears. He had been a ‘paw for a few moons longer than what was usual, but he had graduated to warrior not even a moon ago now, and while his life as a warrior had gone smooth so far, he was still anxious about messing something up. He felt like he had too much responsibility now, too many chances to ruin something. A shiver ran up his spine. Was he cut out to be a warrior? Carrotleap glanced at the ground as his paws shuffled over the soft dirt. Surely he was if he had made it this far, but there were doubts in the young tom’s mind, and he wasn’t sure when exactly those doubts would disappear.
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Post by Pearl on Sept 14, 2022 8:47:10 GMT -5
Nimbledance | Raging Rapids | person Nimbledance gently laps at the water. Although the water was moving quite quickly, the tom was adept at drinking from it. He was a little thirsty after searching for prey. He had been hunting at Rabbit Burrow Hedge, and wanted a quick drink. So far, he'd caught a rabbit and two mice. It wasn't much, but it was enough for now.
Finishing, Nimbledance stretches, feeling extremely relaxed. Normally, the tom liked hunting with someone else, like his sister, but today, he felt like being alone. As much as Nimbledance liked competition, he did have times where he felt tired, and today was one of those days. Sighing happily, Nimbledance decides to relax beside the Raging Rapids, his belly up to the sky. He slowly closes his eyes, feeling peaceful. Moonspirit | Camp | person Moonspirit slept peacefully in the camp. Rather than sleeping in her nest, Moonspirit was outside and near the fresh kill pile. She was having a a fun little dream where she was dominating a competition against Nimbledance. Her ears twitched as she dreamed this pleasant dream, a small smile on her face.
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Post by Pearl on Sept 15, 2022 1:06:08 GMT -5
Mistlepaw | Camp | person Mistlepaw sits beside Moonspirit, relaxing. The young apprentice was waiting to go hunting with her aunt, as the older she-cat was willing to help her sometimes. It's just that... Moonspirit was sleeping. Monkeyspot | Camp | person Monkeyspot is resting in the warrior's den. The tom was lazily dreaming of fresh kill. A dedicated warrior, Monkeyspot was a true foodie. He absolutely loved food, and so, any fresh kill will be eaten with relish by the tom. And so, with his tail flicking left, right and centre, he dreamed of the lovely taste of birds, mice and rabbits; of sinking his jaws into the succulent flesh.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Sept 19, 2022 2:30:11 GMT -5
accompanied by: rabbitpaw [Tilu ] The apprentice didn't quite understand what she meant by the thorns being boring. Though he couldn't say anything negative due to the apprentice's claim that she didn't take from the nursery. The tom sat down, deciding to watch his denmate for a moment. "Would it be too much to suggest some moss or heather?" he asked, turning away with a little embarrassment. "My nest is near a small hole, and sometimes the wind can get cold at night," Snowpaw added.
He knew complaining about the wind would be seen as a weakness credited to his half-Clan blood. Snowpaw loved TalonClan, but his pelt wasn't completely suitable for the territory. He hoped that with time, he would grow into a pelt beneficial of a TalonClan cat. After all, he still had kitten fluff, right? coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
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Post by Tilu on Sept 19, 2022 14:09:19 GMT -5
Rabbitpaw With Snowpaw (ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 ) | TalonClan | Apprentice Den
Rabbitpaw's ears perked up, "Absolutely not! I'll help you with that if you want!" She patted her paws quickly on the floor happily, finally, someone who gets it! The fact that the cold did not affect him blew straight over her head as she quickly poked her head out of the den for some heather, thinking about the missed ideas of decorating. She did not like the dull brown of the den, it was droning and depressing to her.
// She has an obsession with colourful decorations and sprucing things up
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Sept 29, 2022 4:40:52 GMT -5
accompanied by: rabbitpaw [Tilu ] Snowpaw blinked at her. He relaxed and chuckled, then circled. "Let's go get some heather! We need the prettiest and softest heather we can find!" the apprentice exclaimed. Without waiting for her, he hurried towards the entrance of the camp. Consideration for the dogs in the territory didn't cross his mind, as their mission seemed far more important to him at the moment. Perhaps this moment could lead to a little friendship with Rabbitpaw! coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Sept 29, 2022 9:31:34 GMT -5
Barkdapple's eyes opened wide in alarm, her sleep disturbed by the sounds of dogs howling and cats screeching. The noises ceased the moment she awoke, only leaving the ringing in her ears and the echoes in her mind. "What... was that?" she thought to herself as she stared forward. Huffing, the she-cat lifted her head and glanced around. Only the chirps of birds, the light murmurs of her Clanmates, and the woosh of the breeze could be heard. Barkdapple sighed and closed her eyes, remembering the last bits of those horrid sounds.
The medicine cat was young, but she knew what this meant. She was considered a marvelous reader of prophecies and omens in her training. The danger was to come, and StarClan was warning her of it. "I must get to Sparrowstar and tell him." She stretched out of her nest and hurried out of her den. The sounds that had interrupted her dream pushed her to hurry and find their leader. First, she checked his den in the event he remained in camp. "Sparrowstar..." she growled in annoyance when she saw it empty. Turning around, her eyes scoured the camp. Several cats remained in the camp, so she was relieved that she didn't have to go alone. It was too dangerous.
Unaware of the internal struggles of her Clanmate, Barkdapple approached Carrotleap. "Could you come with me to find Sparrowstar?" she pleaded. "I've had a dream, and I cannot wait for his return!" Her eyes were wide with concern. She turned her head, counting the cats that remained. She felt so on edge, but she felt like they were being tugged towards the camp entrance. Her eye spotted Mistlepaw alone. "Tell the warriors that I've gone to find Sparrowstar. If he comes back before we find him, you must send someone to bring us back." coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
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Post by Tilu on Sept 29, 2022 10:07:44 GMT -5
Rabbitpaw With Snowpaw (ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 ) | TalonClan | Leaving Camp
The dogs also went straight through her head, completely forgetting the extreme danger. "Yes yes yes!!" She exclaimed chasing after him, flicking her short tail in excitement.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Sept 29, 2022 11:36:45 GMT -5
accompanied by: rabbitpaw [Tilu ] Snowpaw turned to Rabbitpaw. "Where is the best place? I know it's everywhere, but there must be better spots, right?" the tom asked. He gave a few excited bounces, ready for their adventure. Yellow eyes wide, the tom flicked his head to the warriors' den. "We should leave before our mentors come!" he thought. "So we want the softest and prettiest. I would guess it could be where the wind isn't blowing so strongly, correct?" coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
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Post by Tilu on Oct 1, 2022 2:49:36 GMT -5
Rabbitpaw With Snowpaw (ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 ) | TalonClan | Territory
"That sounds about right, but where would that be?" She was slightly disorientated. Would that be by Rabbit Burrow Hedge? She didn't remember the best heather-gathering spots as it wasn't what she particularly liked to do, she preferred feathers and shells, flowers were second in her mind.
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Post by Pearl on Oct 2, 2022 8:41:18 GMT -5
Mistlepaw had noticed Barkdapple when the she-cat had rushed out of her den. Seeing the she-cat so tense made Mistlepaw feel a little tense too. From the look on her face, it meant she had something terrible to say. Seeing Barkdapple talking to Carrotleap, Mistlepaw settles back down, not listening in to their conversation. Whatever happened, it didn't have anything to do with her. As her mind started to wander once more, the feeling of eyes on her turned her head towards Carrotleap and Barkdapple once more. Seeing Barkdapple's eyes on her made her pelt crawl a little. Something wasn't right, and maybe it did have something to do with her after all. After all, Barkdapple wouldn't stare at someone like that if it didn't. Mistlepaw hoped it didn't have anything to do with her, but if it did, her father would definitely tell her.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 3, 2022 10:47:07 GMT -5
Carrotleap »
So lost in the deep darkness of his anxiety-riddled thoughts, Carrotleap was totally unaware of an approaching feline hastily heading his way. Had he been paying attention to his surroundings then Barkdapple’s arrival would have been pleasantly welcomed, but given his pensive self, her frantic voice startled the new warrior.
The fur along his spine and tail bristled, the already fluffy tom looking twice as large. His eyes went wide, panic sparking bright in their amber depths. Even when he recognized that it was only Barkdapple he remained in a panic, almost missing what the molly was asking of him. Even had he been able to calm his nerves the pressure of what she was asking of him fell hard on his shoulders, already weighing him down and giving his chest a tight squeeze of renewed anxiety.
Carrotleap parted his jaws to speak but nothing came out. He stared at Barkdapple with jaw agape. Thoughts raced wild in his head. Why was Barkdapple asking him out of all the cats around? Camp was relatively empty, but even in his panic Carrotleap could see the figures of other warriors moving here and there with his peripheral. If she truly had a dream that couldn’t wait for Sparrowstar’s arrival then this was an urgent task; it was an important task. Surely there was a better warrior to help carry out this task for her, some cat with actual skills, some cat with experience, some cat who could actually protect Barkdapple should something happen. A million more doubts flooded his mind, all worse than the last, and all he could do was stare at the medicine cat even as she turned to give orders to Mistlepaw who wasn’t too far away from the duo.
Eventually the warrior found his voice. Strained as it was, he managed to utter, ”I don’t…I don’t think I’m… I’m able to help.” He felt guilt mix its way into the panic that already occupied him. His body sagged with the extra weight, shoulders slouching and head lowering, almost as if he were bowing to Barkdapple. Silently he apologized to the molly with a droopy, sad, yet apologetic, look. If this were just some normal herb gathering trip then Carrotleap believed he could help her with that, but if this dream she had was as serious as she was making it out to be then Carrotleap was not the warrior to help her.
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Post by swallowtail on Oct 3, 2022 21:28:36 GMT -5
JUNGLEFROST WITH - MOTHLEG LOCATION - CAMP TAG - Feathertalon
        Junglefrost had taken it upon himself to check the dens. He didn't know why. It was just... fun. Also he liked clambering about pointlessly on top of a thatched den. Only one problem - he sometimes fell asleep there. Like, who could stop but give in to the smell of climbing roses? Maybe only him, but still...         His eyes were unusually bright in the late morning. His shoulders showed no signs of sagging, and he smiled chirpily as he quickly checked through the carefully weaved den walls. His paws moved with dexterity, woking in a flurrying motion. His ears were perked and at attention. One would have thought he had been awake for hours. Truthfully, he had only woken for about ten minutes. He liked sleeping in.         He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Focus, Junglefrost. He hopped down from the apprentice den. Seemed the den was still strong. He peeked in on the apprentice den. No lazy apprentices there. Good thing none of them were learning from him. Especially Webpaw. He was pretty sure the apprentice had figured out the time he woke up by now. It would be near impossible not to. He checked around carefully. He was pretty sure standing on the den wasn't the proper way of checking it, so he was mildly relieved no one had seen.         Or at least he had hoped so. Now his hopes had washed away slightly. His eyes fell on a younger warrior, slightly older than Foxtail. Mothleg had been standing a few meters away. He walked over, hoping to seem casual. Desperately hoping Mothleg hadn't seen, he walked over.         Keeping his head high, he walked over, hoping he looked like his normal inquisitive self. Mothleg was standing over by the warriors den. Walking closer, he muttered a short greeting, "Hey, Mothleg, you checking the dens too?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 4, 2022 7:27:38 GMT -5
Mothleg »
From Motheleg’s inspection of the warriors’ den she found no signs of deterioration except for one spot toward the back. The tight knit bracken there had become loose, the plant’s leaves turning brittle and dry from all the exposure to the cold winds that the mountain sustained daily. It had yet to lead to an actual hole in the side of the den, but given a few more days it would become exposed; it would be best to remove the damaged bracken and replace it right away. Better to fix it now instead of dealing with warriors complaining of not getting any sleep because it was too cold in the den.
As she stepped away from the den, a voice caught her attention. She swiveled her ears to the back of her head, taking a moment to register who the speaker was before she turned to look at the tomcat who had made an arrival. Mothleg dipped her head respectfully to the older warrior. It was all she gave as a greeting before diving straight into business, concise and as straightforward as always. ”There’s some bracken near the back of the den that needs a replacement. Would you mind coming with me to collect some more bracken?” While Mothleg had no troubles with going by herself, she knew that there had been reports of dogs on the territory once more. It wasn’t something she was new to, the twolegs near the prairie loved to let their canines lose, and while the reports had only come from the Chicken Scratch Prairie, it was always best to exercise caution. Between her and the older Junglefrost, they were sure to be safe; Mothleg didn’t even plan on going too far from camp anyway. Bracken was a readily abundant plant.
Before receiving an answer the molly began the small walk toward the camp’s exit. It crossed her mind to look for Rabbitpaw, but earlier that morning the warrior had spotted no signs of her apprentice in the apprentices’ den. It had the ticked tabby somewhat bothered as to where her apprentice could have gone off to, but Mothleg chalked it off as Rabbitpaw having been summoned by some other warrior for a task outside of the training Mothleg could have given Rabbitpaw. It was rather exasperating that another warrior would have taken her apprentice without giving Mothleg any warning of the matter, but so long as Rabbitpaw was in good company… Though the warrior that had her in their company would get a talking to about never taking off with some other warrior’s apprentice without letting them know beforehand.
Fortunately for Mothleg, and perhaps unfortunately for the two apprentices, it wasn’t long before Mothleg picked up a strong and fresh scent trail of the one cat she had just been thinking about, and it was intertwined with none other than the scent of another apprentice.
Just outside of camp stood both Rabbitpaw and Snowpaw. Mothleg looked between the two, face neutral though eyes narrowed suspiciously. No scent or sight of a warrior nearby told the molly everything she needed to know. ”Junglefrost and I were just looking for some extra paws to gather den material. I have yet to see Cardinalfrost this morning, but I’ve heard no news of him needing you right away, Snowpaw, so you’ll be coming with us for now. I’ll report to him about your whereabouts today later.” Just like before she was all work and no play, voice cool and collected, but there was the softest of lilts there, an edge to her words that was barely audible. It was the smallest indication that the two apprentices would be scolded eventually, but for now there was a task that needed to be tended to.
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Post by swallowtail on Oct 5, 2022 6:01:54 GMT -5
JUNGLEFROST WITH - MOTHLEG & SNOWPAW & RABBITPAW LOCATION - CAMP TAG - ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 & @thievingmagpie & Feathertalon
        Junglefrost nodded. Collecting den material meant no more jumping on den roofs, but that was an activity that could be taken a break from once in a while. Besides, he was a senior warrior. He should be setting an example. No more play until you do work, Junglefrost, he told himself sternly. He thought he would have made a good mentor for himself, really. He could (barely) control himself from being all play.         Inwardly, Junglefrost felt relieved he hadn't been found out. If Mothleg had seen him, she had showed no sign of it. That was relieving. Now to never do that again. Junglefrost made a mental note to himself. Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again. Remembered.         Now, Mothleg was talking to two rather unfortunate, in his opinion, apprentices. Motheleg meant business, alright. So the apprentices would be coming along. That was fine by him.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Oct 7, 2022 4:20:51 GMT -5
"Hmm, we can check around places sheltered by the wind. A little adventure won't help!" Snowpaw exclaimed. The tom was a little bouncy, ready to get his paws moving. After all, he was eager to head out before his mentor could catch him. The training was nice, but a day off sounded even better.
However, his excitement soon turned to shock and fear. For him, it seemed as if Mothleg appeared next to them. He wasn't paying too much attention to anything other than the little mission he was hoping for. Her gaze betrayed her neutral expression, and the tom hoped the warrior didn't hear him speak earlier.
Snowpaw merely nodded, his tail drooping and his head bowed. "Yes, Mothleg.." he answered unenthusiastically. The tom glanced at Rabbitpaw to understand what she was possibly thinking. The tom failed to catch anything. He wanted to ask what all the warriors had planned, but that could lead him down a rabbit hole of trouble. Better to see what they were up to than to drag out his day with tasks because he appeared bored. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
The medicine cat merely stared at the warrior in disbelief. "What do you mean? If it is a patrol, then they can leave without you. I assure you, finding Sparrowstar would be far more important than going hunting or patrolling." she mewed. He looked guilty, but Barkdapple was confused as to why. Granted, she never spoke to him much. She was close to some but not all of her Clanmates. Her path as a medicine cat almost guaranteed a certain distance between her and her Clanmates. Even with Sparrowstar, her duty took priority.
She could quickly agree and move on to the next warrior, but that would only encourage this behavior in her mind. Not to mention he was the best option for her. Leaving the camp with more experienced warriors behind guaranteed safety for those unable to defend themselves properly. Her paws tugged her towards the camp entrance, but she remained where she was. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 7, 2022 9:56:15 GMT -5
Carrotleap »
Her words did nothing to ease the tom’s anxiety. In fact, her comment made it worse, and again Carrotleap was dragged down by the crushing mix of guilt and nerves. His eyes drifted downward, only able to look at Barkdapple’s paws rather than meet her gaze. ”It’s-it’s just…” He started, voice trembling, tongue tying, words sticking to the back of his throat. Why was he so useless, he thought to himself, upset that now he felt anger along with everything else. The anger was directed toward him, a putrid bitterness that threatened to choke him.
Why are you so hare-brained? You’re a warrior, act like one! Carrotleap’s ears flattened against his head. You’re not a good fighter. If something happens out there… Somehow the tom managed to shrink into himself even more. There’s been reports of dogs. You can’t fight a dog! How would I tell the Clan that I let our medicine cat get murdered? Thought after thought barraged the warrior, all of them adding more to the storm toiling inside of him.
Carrotleap took a deep breath. A taste of bitter had him shuffling back, jaws parting in disgust followed by his nose curling up. In his thoughts he hadn’t even been aware that he had clamped his jaw down so hard that he made a part of his gums bleed ever so slightly. It wasn’t anything to concern Barkdapple over, it was just enough that he could now taste it, but he was sure the worst of it was over now.
But he was now back into reality. Slowly he managed to tear his eyes away from the molly’s paws and back to her face. Rather than her own gaze, though, he could only manage to look at her nose. ”I’m just…not a good protector. If something happened…” Again he trailed off, but this time his words could be implied. If something happened then one, or both, of them would be doomed. If it came down to a fight then Carrotleap was weakly lacking. Running away he could do, he was fast and nimble despite the fluff of his pelt, but fighting off an attacker was something he was sure he would fail at.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Oct 7, 2022 10:12:13 GMT -5
Barkdapple sighed at his words. "If something were to happen, we would work together," she told him. "I have faith in you that if we happened to encounter something out there, you would be the bravest warrior there could be." Barkdapple poked his nose with her paw. "We will be alright. Just focus on the goal. We are looking for our leader." she told him. Circling him, the medicine cat surveyed the young warrior.
"You wouldn't be a warrior now if your mentor and Sparrowstar didn't believe you were capable. I have seen warriors take many moons to earn their name. You weren't one of them." the medicine cat hoped her words gave him peace of mind. However, she had to admit that she wasn't the greatest at calming insecurities regarding things like this. In terms of healing wounds, she knew her capabilities and could comfort there. A question came to mind. "Would you act this way if I asked you to accompany me to get tansy?" she asked.
"Perhaps me being on edge is what set him off like this. I should be more like a warrior in hiding how I feel.." she scolded herself. If some of her Clanmates were this sensitive, it would be best for her to take hints from them. Maybe she should review her training and work on where she lacked. She may have earned her name, but that was based on her capabilities with herbs and omens, not the short and quick training of battle moves and hunting. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 7, 2022 10:58:19 GMT -5
Carrotleap »
One thing was clear to Carrotleap now - he wasn’t getting out of this. For some odd reason or another Barkdapple seemed adamant that she go with him despite there being other warriors - much more capable warriors at that - around the camp that could accompany her. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was some sort of test. Why the medicine cat of all Clanmates would be testing him, he had no idea, but something told him that this wasn’t just something out of convenience. There had to be more to this than he could even see right now.
A paw to the nose stopped him from going any further with his thoughts. Carrotleap startled back, eyes wide as they finally looked into the medicine cat’s own eyes. What was she going on about? The bravest warrior out there? Carrotleap wanted to laugh at that but he held his composure. Barkdapple knew nothing about him it seemed, not that he could fault her for that. She was the medicine cat, her duties lay beyond growing comfortable with others, and for all his faults Carrotleap rarely found himself in the medicine cat’s den. Perhaps she was just saying that to ease his misgivings, but his anxiety was far worse than what a few reassuring words could tame. He had been made a warrior, yes, but a part of him had always wondered if that had only been done out of pity. Or something done just to get him out of the apprentices’ den. It wasn’t like he had been an apprentice for moons and moons longer, his apprenticeship had been slightly longer but nothing unheard of, but even still he knew his flaws and he was well aware that he lacked a lot of skills a truly capable warrior should have.
Despite having told Barkdapple he wasn’t fit for such an important job, he realized he had to do it. He sighed. Reluctantly, warily, he pushed himself to his paws. The tom could feel his legs shaking underneath him and he wondered if Barkdapple could see the shudders running up his limbs. ”Alright,” he murmured, voice shaking with his legs. ”Any idea where Sparrowstar could be?”
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Post by Tilu on Oct 8, 2022 5:43:27 GMT -5
Rabbitpaw
Rabbitpaw's ears drooped as she noticed Mothleg stood next to Snowpaw, half-heartedly mewing "Yes Mothleg" in unison with Snowpaw, kicking at the ground and following along. Twitching her tail at the inconvenience she looked around rapidly for anything she could quickly grab and take back.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 8, 2022 9:52:09 GMT -5
Mothleg »
The disappointment that developed on the two apprentices’ faces was easy to see. The two had thought they’d get away from camp without any cat noticing, and perhaps they would have if the warriors’ den hadn’t needed any bracken to be replaced. It was funny how things worked out like this. There was nothing funny about Rabbitpaw and Snowpaw trying to sneak out, though. For a brief second the molly glanced toward her own apprentice, a slow twitch of her tail-tip the only sign of her exasperation. Rabbitpaw should have known better than to try a stunt like this; what would the Clan say about her if she allowed her apprentice to sneak off without any supervision? And what about Cardinalfrost? Mothleg and Cardinalfrost both were senior warriors, respected due to their experience. It would look neglectful of them had their apprentices ventured off and were to run into trouble.
Taking the lead of the now four cat patrol, Mothleg couldn’t help but wonder just why apprentices were so eager to break the rules, acting like sneaking away was going to work. The spotted tabby had been an apprentice once, seasons ago, but she could not recall not even once when the urge to rebel compelled her. She had been a proper apprentice, following the Clan’s code and her mentor’s word faithfully. Mothleg - Mothpaw then - had put all her energy into training and being the best example she could be, and all her hard work had paid off in the form of becoming a warrior. She had even been given her ceremony earlier than most would, her studious nature and rigidity to the rules pushing her ahead of others. Another thought prickled at the back of her mind, one about her sister who had been born in another litter. Mallowsnap was a younger warrior, born from the same two cats as Mothleg, yet the two sisters couldn’t be any more different. Where Mothleg followed orders and made an example of the proper warrior, Mallowsnap was rebellious and eager to go against whatever she was told. Impulsive as well, Mothleg didn’t see how Mallowsnap had yet to truly get in danger. Not that she wanted the younger molly to be in danger, Mallowsnap was still her kin after all, but it was puzzling to Mothleg. Rabbitpaw and Snowpaw were acting as Mallowsnap would. If not for the fact that she had grown up around cats just as eager to sneak out and break the rules then Mothleg would have assumed this rebellious attitude was a new thing among the younger population.
Without looking at either of the apprentices, Mothleg offered up a question for both. ”What urged the two of you to leave camp? Surely something important, yes, Snowpaw?” And then to Rabbitpaw she asked, ”Did you check what scents are nearby, Rabbitpaw? Enlighten me on what’s in the area.” Mothleg already knew they were in no danger. No predator scent lingered in the air. All she could pick up on was the scents of Clanmates, a faint trace of squirrel mingled with rabbit, and the familiar taste of the cold mountain air that always drifted through TalonClan’s territory.
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Post by Tilu on Oct 9, 2022 3:20:50 GMT -5
Rabbitpaw
Rabbitpaw stopped and took in the scents of the area, "Squirrel and a bit of Rabbit but nothing extraordinary." She was waiting to see what her mentor had to say, she was still very annoyed but did not let it show on her face only in her tone of voice, scared of any punishment for her recklessness.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Oct 9, 2022 5:50:01 GMT -5
The medicine cat nodded as Carrotleap caved to her wishes. "I knew he was a good warrior." Barkdapple thought. Now, to his question, the medicine cat did not have any idea. Sparrowstar could have been anywhere, but the brown-and-white tabby could only recall a few places. A flash of embarrassment made her feel uncomfortably warm. "Uh, perhaps he is hunting. We can see if we pick up any signs; it isn't like there was rain recently to hinder our senses," she answered.
The she-cat proceeded to pad away toward the entrance and out. She sniffed quickly, but the more recent scents of Mothleg, Junglefrost, Rabbitpaw, and Snowpaw covered the fainter scents left earlier. Then, she caught a trace of Sparrowstar and used her nose to guide her. "This way!"
Barkdapple didn't speak for several moments. The silence felt weird to her, but she could only assume it was due to his reluctance to accompany her. "Later, after we speak to Sparrowstar, we could gather herbs if you wish." The offer was to see if her behavior prior caused the warrior to be on edge. Perhaps she overreacted, as talking with Carrotleap had distracted her from the urgency she held before.
Her pelt prickled with fear and unease when she thought back to her dream. It seemed real. She was glad that no one shared that burden with her, for now... Eventually, the she-cat would need to take on an apprentice, which she was pretty unsure about. Pushing the thoughts away, the molly focused on the task at paw. After all, she could have blocked out anything Carrotleap may have said in the past moments she was lamenting. How rude of her. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf (I'm loving this awkward misunderstanding. It's great and now I have a good direction with her. Barkdapple, sweet but unaware of how her Clan really is.)
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 9, 2022 17:41:52 GMT -5
Carrotleap »
Stepping outside the camp just behind Barkdapple, Carrotleap was greeted by the all familiar breeze that he was sure was permanent. Fortunately for him his pelt was thick and withstood the chill that nipped the air; he was TalonClan through and through, his blood pure. If only he carried that brave, hardy spirit that carried TalonClan cats through. That would be nice.
Carrotleap exhaled and then inhaled. He drew in the air around him, hoping to catch a trace of their leader’s scent. Fighting had never been his strong suit, but he liked to imagine he was decent at tracking and even more capable as a hunter. It was what his mentor had mainly praised him on, telling him that he’d become an excellent hunter once a warrior. The praise had stuck with the orange and white tom, but his anxiety had melted the praise into negativities. ‘You’ll be a good hunter as a warrior … if you stop worrying so much and actually focus on training’. Never once had his mentor told him that in a harsh manner, the cat who trained him had always been understanding and caring, sympathetic to his nervous energy and always willing to work with him. Even still the young tom had allowed his worries to take over. Somehow he still made it to warriorhood, but he questioned that decision every day. And right now was his daily questioning over it.
Before he could process any nearby scents Barkdapple exclaimed she had picked up Sparrowstar’s trail. He followed after her, disappointed that she had been the one to find a trace of their leader instead of him. He was the warrior here, he should have been able to handle the tracking. But Barkdapple was some seasons older than he was, and Carrotleap was sure she had a heightened sense of smell considering she had to smell out herbs for her profession. Even still, the disappointment ate at him, muting his words even as he spoke to the molly. ”Yeah, sure. If you need any.” Helping Barkdapple gather herbs would be simple. Less nerve wracking too. A lot less nerve wracking than escorting Barkdapple to see the leader due to an incredibly urgent dream.
[ poor bark she's just trying her best ;w; && moth reply coming after there's a chance for snow to respond ~ ]
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Oct 17, 2022 5:30:21 GMT -5
talonclan territory & midday His fear slowly transitioned to annoyance. While he knew that the two apprentices couldn't just go out on their own without an escort or permission, he felt that Mothleg was treating them like kits. The feeling only became stronger when Mothleg asked Snowpaw why they were out. His pelt prickled and fluffed up, not wanting to answer the molly.
He flashed a look at Rabbitpaw as she answered the warrior first. Of course, Mothleg was Rabbitpaw's mentor. She had to answer. Snowpaw couldn't hide his annoyance like Rabbitpaw. He was ashamed of their failed attempt to get away and get things to fix up their den, making it much nicer than it was. He figured he couldn't delay answering the she-cat any longer. "Important to us, yes, Mothleg."
The tom looked in the opposite direction of the patrol, his answer being intentionally vague must get under the warrior's fur, right? "I may not be able to defy you outright, but I won't make it easy!" he thought with a huff. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
talonclan territory & midday Barkdapple looked at Carrotleap and felt a pang of guilt. "My actions did spook him..." she thought to herself. Perhaps her time in the den had indeed negatively impacted the Clan. If she were to act like that in front of the apprentices, it would only distance them from her. Making patients comfortable was something she wanted to ensure, but it would be problematic if they found the medicine cat strange.
"So, uh... What do you like to do?" she asked, quickly deterring the topic from tasks. Not that there was a topic, but preaching to him about the Clan and how well he was doing probably wasn't the best. Maybe a change in approach will make him feel better. "I like to stargaze some nights, not for signs, but... I like looking at them." she mewed, hoping it would open him up. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 17, 2022 9:44:26 GMT -5
Mothleg »
Mothleg nodded in approval as Rabbitpaw answered the question. ”Good. Then it’s safe to keep going.” The annoyance that her apprentice was feeling was clear in the words the apprentice spoke. Mothleg easily picked up on it, and while she said nothing she kept her gaze ahead of her rather than look at the ‘paw. There were some words she wanted to speak with Rabbitpaw - words that needed to be said - but Mothleg knew her apprentice was frustrated with her enough as it was. Calling her out in front of another senior warrior would only make it worse. Mothleg wanted to have a good relationship with her apprentice, but she was a mentor before a friend, and to be a true mentor she needed to lay down rules that could be hard for some to swallow.
This also wasn’t Mothleg’s first time as a mentor. She knew how to handle an apprentice, and she was well aware that young cats liked to search out trouble. The warrior hoped Rabbitpaw wouldn’t go looking for unsupervised adventures, but here they were, and not only was it just Rabbitpaw, but she had dragged Snowpaw into this with her - or perhaps Snowpaw had dragged Rabbitpaw into this mess. Finding out who the instigator was would be important to confirm.
Her attention was pulled away from her pondering when she heard Snowpaw finally answer. Of course it would be important to the apprentices. They had chanced leaving camp all on their own for StarClan knows what. Perhaps she would be able to get an answer out of them, and depending on what their task had been she could escort them to their destination. Of course she would make sure to remind them of the dangers that lurked outside camp, especially right now with reports of dogs being in the territory. ”Again, we’re looking for more bracken to fortify the warriors’ den. I was thinking we could head to the rabbit burrows. There should be plenty of bracken growing in the woods there.” Turning down another trail, Mothleg’s eyes were now focused on what was in front of the patrol. She didn’t waver her gaze as she poised yet another question toward the apprentices. ”What exactly made you leave camp? Perhaps we can tend to that business if we have the time.” This wasn’t to reward the two for their behavior, but perhaps they had good intentions despite sneaking out. Mothleg could be a harsh, strict warrior and mentor, but she wasn’t as heartless as some would believe her to be. Carrotleap »
Heading out into the territory was simple enough for Carrotleap. He had even made sure to check the air for any dangerous scents, and when he detected no such thing he eased ever so slightly. He wasn’t about to calm himself down completely before the medicine cat striked up a conversation yet again.
The young tomcat froze in his steps, one paw outstretched; he glanced over at Barkdapple, an expression of confusion tangled in the amber hue of his eyes. Now she was asking what he liked to do? Was that something appropriate to be discussed when there was apparently something so important that it couldn’t wait for Sparrowstar to return to camp? Or was this a test? Was Barkdapple seeing how he would respond to a common question in the middle of a crisis? Or was she checking to see how well he stayed on task when something drastic was going on? Question after question kept rolling through his mind, a tumultuous storm roaring inside. What was he supposed to do? He stood there, frozen, jaws open as if to speak yet no words came out. His eyes stayed glued to Barkdapple, now listening to her as she revealed to him her enjoyment of stargazing.
That snapped him out of his stupor when he realized her question had been genuine. This wasn’t some test. This was just Barkdapple trying to start up a conversation that wasn’t task orientated or urgent. It was an attempt at making an interaction between two civil Clanmates happen. It still felt odd to him, that she would be bringing up such a topic at a time like this, but he could appreciate it even if he were still a tad confused about it all.
Finally, Carrotleap was able to place his paw back down onto the ground. He shook his pelt out, hoping that would shake away the confusion that had covered his face moments before. ”Stargazing is nice. Or, well, I’m sure it is. Must be peaceful, being out there at night. I…I don’t think I’d want to do it alone, though,” he admitted somewhat sheepishly. There was bound to be spots near camp that made for excellent stargazing, but Carrotleap still wasn’t sure he’d trust being out of camp alone at night. Even during the day he didn’t trust going outside all by himself. ”Do you have any cat that goes with you?” He then asked, curious; Barkdapple didn’t currently have an apprentice, and Carrotleap wasn’t aware of the medicine cat being particularly close to any other cat in the Clan. But maybe now was the right time to learn a bit more about Barkdapple and therefore find her presence more comforting than nerve-wracking.
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