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Post by moonclaw400 on Dec 27, 2022 14:24:12 GMT -5
Finchpool was getting ready to head out for a hunting patrol. He glanced around as he moved towards the camp entrance, tail flicking a bit.
Dewpaw was carefully going over the herbs as he stored them. He quietly spoke to himself, repeating back what each herb did to help him remember.
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Dec 27, 2022 14:54:39 GMT -5
Nighthawk - Camp - with Finchpool moonclaw400
Nighthawk slunk out of Redstar's den across camp, making his way towards the camp exit. He just received specific instruction from Redstar to organize a patrol for Preyrocks and renew the scent markers there after reports of heavy BrambleClan traffic in the area. The black tom gruffly called out cats' names as he passed them along his way.
"Finchpool. Patrol," he grunted curtly, flicking his long tail, gesturing him to follow him to the camp exit. Other cats wordlessly convened around the tom, his presence demanding enough to go unquestioned.
Rootpaw - Camp - with Dewpaw moonclaw400
Rootpaw wrinkled his nose in disgust as he left the elders' den, carrying old moss bedding in strained jaws. Viperbranch had put him on elder duty today, much to the young tom's chagrin. The only thing that made his chores tolerable was the fact that he'd have an excuse to visit his friend Dewpaw in the healer's den. Spitting out the bedding, the apprentice strolled across the camp clearing to go meet with his healer friend.
"Dewpaw? You in?" Rootpaw called from outside the den, peering in through the bracken. He cleared his throat a few times as the wave of herb-smell nearly choked him. How Dewpaw was able to tolerate the overwhelming smells in here on the daily, he didn't know.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Dec 27, 2022 14:57:07 GMT -5
Finchpool hurried after the tom"where are we heading?"he asked, curious as to where they were needed
Dewpaw perked up, hearing Rootpaw's voice"in the back!"he called"did you need some help?"
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Dec 27, 2022 15:26:31 GMT -5
Nighthawk - Outside of Camp - with Finchpool moonclaw400
"Preyrocks. Renewing the scent markers," Nighthawk responded without glancing at Finchpool, shouldering through the willow vines and heavy brush. "Might as well do some hunting while we're there as well." The dark tom led his small party through the dense undergrowth, focus and scowl unwavering. He had no time for pleasantries, only caring for the task at hand--retaking Preyrocks from those dustmites that lived in BrambleClan.
Rootpaw - Healer's Den - with Dewpaw moonclaw400
Rootpaw smiled as he heard Dewpaw call out to him. He pushed his way into the den, squinting back at the herbs that assaulted his senses. He met with his friend with a cough. "Ugh, it's so strong in here, how do you stand it?" he laughed, touching his nose to Dewpaw's cheek in a friendly greeting. "I'm just here for some daisy leaves for (elder npc). She's complaining about her joints again." He rolled her eyes, more than fed up with his assignments.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Dec 27, 2022 15:40:30 GMT -5
He nodded"i can work on hunting after we renew the scent markers"he said as he followed after. He stayed alert, keeping an eye out for anyone approaching.
"You get used to it, plus, been here for five moons already. I should be getting my full name soon!"he said, excited. He looked through the herbs, soon handing over the daisy leaves
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Dec 27, 2022 16:55:27 GMT -5
Nighthawk - Forest - with Finchpool moonclaw400
Nighthawk led the ThistleClan patrol through the brush, senses alert. They were walking without much disturbance until an alarming scent hit the large tom's nostrils. He halted in his tracks, raising his tail for his party's attention. The pungent stench of a fox was strong up ahead.
"Down!" he hissed quietly at the patrol, dropping into a low crouch. He felt his heart quickening in his chest, but would not let himself get flustered. "Finchpool. With me. We'll scout ahead."
Rootpaw - Healer's den - with Dewpaw moonclaw400
"Hey, nice!" Rootpaw purred, gathering up the parcel Dewpaw handed to him. He wasn't too keen on getting back to work, so the tom sat against a sturdy clump of bracken and curled his tail around his paws comfortably. "What do you think you'll be named?"
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Post by moonclaw400 on Dec 27, 2022 16:57:17 GMT -5
Finchpool crouched down quickly, nodding to the tom before slowly following after him.
"Hm.. maybe Dewheart? That might fit?"he questioned, unsure
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Dec 27, 2022 17:18:53 GMT -5
Nighthawk - Territory - with Finchpool moonclaw400
Nighthawk stepped carefully through the thicket, body stiff and straight as a tree, eyes wide and hardened as he peered forward. He couldn't see the familiar red flash of fur, but the odor a fox left behind was unmistakable. Scenarios began playing through his mind how the two of them would even react if there was a fox just up ahead. Could they fight it? Maybe he could, but he questioned whether the younger Finchpool could handle such a fight.
The two of them crept up to the smell to where they were now practically standing on top of it. Suddenly, it all made sense to Nighthawk, and he let his muscles loosen just a bit. The two of them came across a large hole, dug out from underneath the gnarled roots of a tree. The fox-smell was emanating heavily from inside, but luckily it didn't appear to be housing a fox at that moment.
"Fox den," Nighthawk growled, rising to his paws once again but still rather uneasy. "This isn't good. We can't let a fox settle roots on our territory."
Rootpaw - Healer's den - with Dewpaw moonclaw400
Rootpaw made a small face at his suggestion. "'Heart'?" the young tom repeated a bit incredulously. He wasn't a big fan of the more "softer" suffixes. "Wouldn't you rather have something cooler like, 'Dewclaw' or 'Dewshadow' or something?" Rootpaw pondered to himself for a moment, considering what he might want his own warrior name to be.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Dec 27, 2022 17:49:55 GMT -5
"Should we fill the hole? Could deter it from trying again"he offered"we could also scent this area heavily so they know it's already taken"
"Wouldn't you want a medicine cat to treat you with a calming name. Like, I like softer names. I'm not exactly a warrior am i?"
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Dec 27, 2022 18:44:58 GMT -5
Nighthawk - Territory - with Finchpool moonclaw400
Nighthawk furrowed his brow thoughtfully before nodding, grunting his agreement to Finchpool. "We will have to tell Redstar that there's a fox roaming the forests," the black tom concluded, turning towards the rest of the patrol and signaling for them to come. "But stomping out its dens as we find them is a good start." Nighthawk instructed the other cats to begin filling in the den, shoveling dirt and soil back in with his rear paws.
Rootpaw - Healer's den - with Dewpaw moonclaw400
Rootpaw went silent, flushing a bit with embarrassment. The elder apprentice did have a point...
After shuffling his paws awkwardly for a moment, he piped up again. "I can't wait until I get my name! I hate doing apprentice chores all the time, its so boring," he scoffed, kicking dirt. "When I graduate, I'm going out hunting every day until moonhigh. I've seen enough of this camp." His eyes went starry as he envisioned himself as a great warrior, exploring the forest, climbing trees, catching prey.
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Post by moonclaw400 on Dec 27, 2022 19:01:29 GMT -5
Finchpool quickly kicked dirt back into the hole, ear flicking as he listened out for the sound of the fox or a patrol.
"I'm excited to meet Starclan as a full medicine cat. Meet our ancestors and learn from them.."he said, soft smile on his face
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Dec 28, 2022 0:09:05 GMT -5
Save)
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Dec 28, 2022 19:47:55 GMT -5
( still at work but I'll come on and rp with y'all when i get home ^^ )
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Dec 28, 2022 23:45:42 GMT -5
( update; we now have a chatroom!  use it for collaborating about rp elements and just general conversation )link
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Dec 28, 2022 23:52:26 GMT -5
Cinderfrost open ; at the fresh-kill pile
Cinderfrost padded out the warrior's den with a big yawn escaping from his mouth. He blinked looking at the fresh-kill pile realizing how empty it was. Perhaps I should take Rainpaw out for a hunt today. The fresh-kill pile is bare and I don't want Redstar to bite my tail off for just laying in camp all day. He sat down, debating whether or not he should seek Rainpaw or lump any cat that passes by him to go on a hunting patrol
Heathersong open ; in camp
Heathersong stood in camp under the the highbranch, grooming her sleek fur. The cold breeze brushed against her fur and it sent shivers down her spine. It feels colder than usual. Heathersong lifted her head up and noticed Cinderfrost sitting by the fresh-kill pile. She crunched her nose up at the sight of him. She had a dislike towards the tom because of how cocky he seemed. Why did Redstar even give that tom an apprentice? He still behaves like one at his age! She dipped her narrow head and sighed, longing for a conversation or something to do.
Rosepaw open ; in camp
Rosepaw's ears twitched slightly after waking up from the breeze hitting his face. What a great start to my day. The small apprentice let out a soft purr as he stood up and stretched. He got out of his warm nest that was calling at him to come back and continue napping, but Rosepaw resisted the urge to go back. The russet tom walked out of the apprentince den and was met with the breeze and shade that surrounded the entire camp. Looks like Splitbranch isn't awake yet, only Heathersong and Cinderfrost. He sat down at the entrance of the apprentice den, hoping that his mentor had something ready for him to do as he only felt comfortable talking to the older tom.
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Post by Ember34 on Dec 29, 2022 0:02:43 GMT -5
Ferretsnap-Camp-Heathersong
Ferretsnap entered camp, a bundle of herbs in his jaws. He had gone out alone early in the morning, and only now was returning, wanting to come back with a satisfactory amount, as he had noticed the other day they had been running low on a few. The tom noticed Heathersong walking over to the warrior, he set the bundle down. "Is everything alright," he asked her, noticing her mood.
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Dec 29, 2022 0:05:38 GMT -5
Nighthawk - Territory - with Finchpool moonclaw400
After the patrol had finished filling in the den and marking over it, Nighthawk waved his tail for them to follow. "Let's keep moving. But be on your guard," he ordered, padding along with more calculated steps. The air began to grow heavy and cold as the dark warrior noticed a fog bank creeping into the woods. He couldn't help but stiffen at the sudden change in atmosphere. Was this a sign...? 'No, don't be stupid!' he thought gruffly to himself, shaking his head with an indignant snort as if to shake off any sense of reluctance. 'It's just fog. Nothing more.'
( anyone else is open to being on the patrol with them :] )
Rootpaw - Healer's den - with Dewpaw moonclaw400
Rootpaw wasn't as enamored with the stars as his fellow apprentice, shrugging. He padded closer to Dewpaw to examine the stash of herbs the healers kept, absently observing each smelly leaf and poultice.
"Well... what about Ferretsnap? Doesn't he teach you all you're supposed to know?" he mewed, sniffing and then immediately recoiling at a bundle of sour-smelling flowers.
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#cfffe5
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Post by Ember34 on Dec 29, 2022 0:20:12 GMT -5
I'll send Frostpaw)
Frostpaw-Territory-Nighthawk, Finchpool
Frostpaw followed after her mentor and rest of the patrol, the young she cat quickly following into step alongside her mentor. She didn't mind patrols like this because it helped her better memorize the territory. The calico she cat flicked her tail out behind her as she waited for further instructions that Nighthawk might have for them.
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Dec 29, 2022 0:27:37 GMT -5
Heathersong with ferretsnap ; in camp
Heathersong turned to see the healer Ferretsnap suddenly next to her. Her ears perked up in shock how quickly that the cat was able to pick up on her mood so quickly, but she was not surprised. "Oh hey Ferretsnap!"she forced a slight smile,"I'm fine, just lost in my thoughts really. I'm actually really bored." Her blue eyes then wandered to the herbs the healer was carrying in his mouth earlier. "What are those herbs Ferretsnap?" The molly desperately wanted to change the subject as she knew she might spill out the true reason why she looked irritated earlier and it would probably cause trouble if any other cat found out, especially if it was Cinderfrost. |
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Post by moonclaw400 on Dec 29, 2022 0:59:44 GMT -5
Finchpool stuck close, on edge. He was ready to jump in if anything attacked his clanmates.
"Well yes, but there are certain things we learn from Starclan itself"he explained"like how to infer prophecies or omens"
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Dec 29, 2022 0:59:45 GMT -5
Nighthawk - Territory - with Finchpool and Frostpaw Ember34
Nighthawk glanced down at Frostpaw and she trotted up to join him. He searched her face, trying to read any sign of nervousness. Surprised by her calm demeanor, he smirked, impressed by her nonchalance and amused by her naivety.
"You seem quite calm," he observed flatly, voice still remaining low. "I suppose I can't blame you. Not every cat has had the 'pleasure' of witnessing what a fox can do to a cat." The haunting words hung in the air like the fog that billowed around them, as Nighthawk was soon plagued by his own memories as a young apprentice.
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Dec 29, 2022 1:04:26 GMT -5
Rootpaw - Healers den - with Dewpaw moonclaw400
The brown tabby suddenly perked up, ears flicking to attention. Prophecies? Omens? Now there was something interesting! He whirled around to Dewpaw, his attention now fully seized, leaning in closely.
"Prophecies? Like future vision?" he gawked, eyes glittering. "Wow...Does being a healer give you any other cool powers?"
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Post by Ember34 on Dec 29, 2022 1:41:45 GMT -5
Frostpaw-Territory-Finchpool,Nighthawk
"I'm sure the fox will be no match for us," she said, sending a grin to him. She had never ralt encountered a fox, and only heard of them in a few stories from her kithood that she barely even remembered what they were about. She twitched her ear at the tone of the tom's voice. "It will be okay. We have numbers don't we? One could act as bait, and then another could do a sneak attack?"
Ferretsnap-Camp-Heathersong
Ferretsnap tilted his head to the side, opening his mouth to ask another question when the subject got changed. Looking to his bundle before back to the warrior, he gave a smile. "Just some herbs, some poppy seeds, coltsfoot, cobwebs and marigold." He had hoped to find some borage leaves as that had been low, and he wanted to make sure they had enough.
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Dec 29, 2022 2:02:23 GMT -5
Heathersong with ferretsnap ; in camp
She noticed that she successfully diverted the conversation, stopping Ferretsnap from asking anything else. Heathersong looked at him in admiration as he named out the herbs he collected. "How do you manage to remember all the names to these herbs," she looked at all the different herbs that looked stuck together,"They all look the same too." The molly felt like a kit asking these questions to the healer. |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 29, 2022 2:06:16 GMT -5
Hollowoak Camp Open
Hollowoak stands outside of the warriors den and takes a moment to enjoy the peaceful morning. He does a few breathing exercises to get himself ready to head out. Today, he would be productive member of the clan and not let his thoughts get the better of him.
Hollystone: Camp: Open
Hollystone slowly opens her eyes and lets out a groan. How could it be morning already? She regretted volunteering for the patrol last night. After a while, she allows herself to rise to her paws and lets out a loud yawn. Might as well get up now.
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
pfp made by sparkscatter
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Dec 29, 2022 2:12:43 GMT -5
Ferretsnap-Camp-Heathersong
He smiled at her words, it wasnt u common for others to ask such things to him. "It took a long time," he said to her. "As an apprentice Tice I was always mixing up names, that I almost quit to Dave my mentor the trouble. But you don't have to use just sight alone to figure out the herbs. They each have certain scents to them that better helps distinguish them from one another." He didn't mind the questions, he was always happy to explain his work to anyone that was interested or just simply curious about it.
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Dec 29, 2022 2:30:29 GMT -5
Nighthawk - Territory - with Finchpool and Frostpaw Ember34
"Then what do you when the fox has spun around and sunk its jaws into your clanmate's skull because it could already smell the whole patrol?" Nighthawk retorted, letting a small drop of venom ooze onto his voice. He sighed, not wanting to let his emotions boil, focusing back towards the path. The dark warrior lept onto mossy fallen log that lay in the patrol's way, using the vantage point to scour the surrounding woods. He felt his pelt growing heavy and damp as it absorbed moisture from the fog in the air. Tasting the cold wet air, the faint fox-scent dissipated away from the footpath off into the forest. More at ease that the threat was at least away from their party, Nighthawk directed his clanmates to continue following him, leaping off on the other side of the log.
( Hawkeyes258 feel free to have one of your characters be on the territory patrol with us if you want :] )
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Dec 29, 2022 2:56:22 GMT -5
( turning in for the night, i'll be on tomorrow! )
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Post by rob lucci's wife on Dec 29, 2022 3:14:53 GMT -5
Heathersong with ferretsnap ; in camp
The molly tilted her head with curiosity. "I never really noticed that they had distinctive smells Ferretsnap." She slowly leaned down towards the herbs, trying to smell the different scents that Ferretsnap described earlier. Huh, that's strange, I can't really smell anything distinct about these herbs. She shrugged before getting back up. "I'll be honest, maybe it's just me, but I can't really smell anything distinct about it." Heathersong let out a small laugh after admitting that. |
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Post by moonclaw400 on Dec 29, 2022 10:12:44 GMT -5
Flickerpool relaxed somewhat at the border"if we see a Brambleclan patrol, should we inform them of the fox?"he asked
"I mean, kinda. We get the chance to talk to Starclan and they can warn us of different things"he explained
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use it for collaborating about rp elements and just general conversation )
