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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Aug 17, 2023 9:39:01 GMT -5
Welcome To Our Clan
For countless moons, Sylvan Veil has remained veiled in the shroud of time, its existence hidden from the realm of twolegs and untouched by their alien presence. In the heart of an ancient, sprawling forest, the veil thrives with a wisdom that only the wild can bestow. To the cats, the world of twolegs is a distant enigma, a realm of whispers that fade like morning mist.
At Sylvan Veil's heart lies an unshakable belief: their world thrives linked to their departed kin, while their sanctuary stands untouched by outsiders. The clan holds dear the bond with ancestors, a haven free from foreign paws or strange echoes. The idea of other cats is distant, almost unreal, like a dream.
A few, deemed by their clanmates as "mouse-brained," have returned from border patrols with tales of unspeakable horrors - monstrous twoleg contraptions rumbling through the undergrowth, belching strange plumes of noxious mist. Their stories, retold over prey, are met with indulgent chuckles and knowing winks, the tellers affectionately dubbed as having a "whisker short of smarts."
Territory
The territory of Sylvan Veil stretches far and wide, an untamed expanse that embraces the clan with its ancient secrets. Towering trees, their boughs reaching skyward, cast dappled shadows on the forest floor. Sunlight filters through the leaves, creating a serene and ever-changing tapestry of light and shade. Crystal-clear streams wind their way through the undergrowth, glistening like silver threads in the lush, green landscape. The air is thick with the scents of pine, earth, and life itself, a symphony that sings of the wild's boundless harmony.
At the heart of Sylvan Veil's territory lies the clan's camp, nestled beneath the canopy of an ancient oak grove. The camp boasts a harmony with nature that reflects the clan's deep connection to the wild. Dens are ingeniously crafted from foliage and earth, seamlessly blending into the forest's embrace. The Ancient Sage's den, made from the hollow of a massive tree, stands as a sentinel of wisdom. Nearby, the DewWhisper's den is nestled against the roots of an ancient oak, where herbs and remedies are stored in earthen alcoves. An ancient hollow nestled within the roots of a massive oak tree serves as a makeshift nursery, where queens and kits find shelter. The hollow is a constant reminder of the clan's bond with the land. The enigmatic Hushedshade, a sentinel of echoes, finds solace in a hidden grove draped in shadows. Eldersong, guardian of tales past, seeks respite within a secluded hollow beneath a veil of ivy. DreamSeeker's den resides amid the comforting embrace of another oak.. Beneath moonlit canopies, the WhisperWalkers and LoreWeaver gather around the center of camp, a meeting ground where tales unfurl like fern fronds, only seeking shelter within their own retreats when rain's whisper beckons them to embrace shelter.
Markers of the Sylvan Veil
Whispering Falls: A tranquil waterfall hidden among the trees, its gentle cascade masks the clan's meeting place for clandestine discussions. Moss-covered rocks provide seating for clan gatherings, their murmurs blending with the soft rush of water.
Moonlit Clearing: A small, moonlit glade illuminated by the silver glow of moonbeams filtering through the canopy. It is a place of quiet reflection and meditation, where cats seek guidance from the spirits of the departed.
Wind's Embrace: A grassy hill where the winds carry the secrets of the forest. Warriors gather here to share stories and bask in the untamed beauty of their home. In times of danger, the hill offers a vantage point to survey the territory.
Silent Stalks: A sprawling area of dense undergrowth and abundant prey. Warriors and apprentices hone their hunting skills here, stalking silently through the foliage to catch the fleetest of creatures.
Dappled Hollow:A natural depression in the forest floor surrounded by moss-covered rocks and leafy bushes. Here, apprentices engage in combat training and practice their skills under the watchful eyes of their mentors.
Realm of Echoes:
Beyond the realm of StarClan, Sylvan Veil's departed ancestors are believed to reside in the "Whispering Glade." Here, within the depths of the ancient forest, the spirits of the departed find solace and continue to guide and protect their living descendants. The Whispering Glade is a place where the veil between the living and the departed is thin, allowing for whispered messages and signs from beyond.
Current Threats
Current Threats to Sylvan Veil will be marked below, the bold text are urgent, as in happening frequently, the non bold are not as frequent/urgent.
Hidden Hazards -- The dense undergrowth of the forest hides dangers, venomous snakes or thorny plants, making exploration and hunting a bit perilous.
Rogue Animals -- Encounters with rogue cats or other animals passing through the territory might lead to territorial disputes or skirmishes over resources.
Forest Fires -- Sylvan Veil is entering the dry times, the threat of a forest fire is looming over the clan, forcing them to be vigilant and prepared to protect their territory.
Dwindling Herbs -- With no rain, the herb supply is running low. Any sick cat is at risk for being a dead cat unless the clan can find a more stable herb supply.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Aug 17, 2023 9:40:56 GMT -5
Essential Knowledge
The Hierarchy
Ancient Sage: The leader, responsible for guiding and protecting Sylvan Veil with wisdom and authority.
Loreweaver: The deputy, chosen by the Ancient Sage, assists in leadership duties and decision-making.
Whisperwalkers: Elite warriors who uphold the clan's traditions and protect its secrets with vigilance.
Hushedshades: Skilled hunters and fighters who support and defend the clan in various capacities.
Dewwhispers: Medicine cats who possess a deep connection to the forest's spirits, healing and guiding the clan.
Echomist: Apprentice healers, learning the ways of the Dewwhispers and gathering herbs.
Dreamseekers: Apprentices who strive to connect with the ancestors and learn the secrets of the Whispering Glade.
Sproutwhiskers: Kits under the care of their mothers and the watchful eyes of the clan.
Eldersong: Respected elders, sharing wisdom and stories of the past.
The Difference between Hushedshades and WhisperWalkers.
Hushedshade:
Hushedshade refers to a group of skilled hunters and fighters within the clan. These cats excel in stealth, tracking, and combat. They are responsible for providing the clan with sustenance by hunting prey and defending the territory from threats. Hushedshades use their knowledge of the forest and their abilities to move silently and blend into their surroundings, ensuring the safety and well-being of Sylvan Veil.
Whisperwalkers:
Whisperwalkers, on the other hand, are a subset of elite warriors who have an additional responsibility beyond the typical duties of warriors. While all warriors in the clan ensure the safety of their home, Whisperwalkers specifically uphold the traditions, beliefs, and secrets of Sylvan Veil. They serve as guardians of the clan's spiritual connections and are entrusted with maintaining the rituals and practices that tie the clan to their ancestors and the Whispering Glade. Whisperwalkers may also act as mentors to Dreamseeker apprentices, guiding them in their quests to connect with the departed.
In essence, Hushedshades primarily focus on the practical aspects of survival, such as hunting and defending, while Whisperwalkers hold a spiritual and cultural role, ensuring the clan's traditions and connection with their ancestors remain strong. Both roles contribute to the overall well-being and cohesion of Sylvan Veil.
Traditions
Harmony of Whispers: At every moon's highest peak, the clan gathers at the Moonlit Clearing. Cats sit in silent meditation, seeking to connect with the spirits of departed ancestors through dreams. This tradition strengthens the bond between the living and the departed, fostering wisdom and guidance. Elders' Tales: During quiet evenings, Eldersong, the esteemed elders of the clan, share stories of the past. These tales pass down ancient wisdom, teachings, and the legends of the Whispering Glade, preserving the clan's history for future generations. Symbolic Offering: At the Whispering Falls, during moments of significance, clan members leave small offerings—a feather, a leaf, or a pebble—as tokens of appreciation to the forest and the ancestors. These offerings symbolize gratitude and respect for their intertwined existence. Whisper-Guided Trials: Apprentices prove their worth through Whisper-Guided Trials, tasks inspired by their ancestors' guidance in dreams. These trials test their skills, adaptability, and ability to connect with their heritage. Shadowbound Trial: To become a WhisperWalker, the Hushedshade chosen is taken beyond the scope of the territory, left with only their instincts and the ancestors to guide them back home. A single WhisperWalker will watch from afar, not able to intervene under any circumstances. Code of Sylvan Veil Echoes of Sharing: Share your dreams and the messages you receive from the departed with the clan. Just as the forest creatures rely on one another's calls, the clan relies on shared wisdom.
Nature's Bounty: Take only what you need from the forest, for its resources are shared among all creatures. Waste not, and ensure the clan's existence remains harmonious with the land.
Fervor of Kinship: Care for one another like the forest shelters its inhabitants. Kits are the saplings of the clan, and elders are the wise roots that anchor it.
Unite in Harmony: The strength of the clan lies in unity. Disputes are to be resolved swiftly and privately, for airing clan matters beyond its borders is as harmful as a forest fire. Maintain loyalty and support to your kin.
Silence in Solace: The Whispering Glade is sacred ground, and its tranquility is paramount. Enter in silence, and let the hush of the glade seep into your soul. Speaking of the glade's secrets to outsiders is forbidden, as their understanding may lead to corruption.
Veil's Resonance: Let the Whispering Glade's resonance guide your every step. Ignoring the ancestors' guidance or showing disregard for their whispers is a grave offense, severing the bond that sustains the clan's very existence.
Plot
In Sylvan Veil, the Whispering Glade has stood for countless moons as a revered bridge between the living and their ancestral spirits. In this serene haven, the echoes of departed voices once intertwined seamlessly with the rustling leaves, providing unwavering guidance and wisdom to the clan. Cats would gather under the moon's gentle watch, feeling the vibrant presence of their forebears, their insights as clear as the glistening dew on morning ferns.
Yet, as days turned to nights and the forest's cycles danced forward, a shadow cast its veil over the glade. A hush settled upon the sacred place, as if the whispers themselves were holding their breath. The once-vibrant connection, radiant like a starlit sky, began to dim, leaving behind a sense of uncertainty that rippled through Sylvan Veil like a shiver in the underbrush.
The cats of the clan, attuned to the subtle rhythms of the forest and the echoes of their ancestors, became acutely aware of the fading messages from beyond. Dreams that once felt like direct conversations with their departed kin now became fragmented, like leaves scattered by a playful breeze. These dreams, once a comforting lullaby, now grew vague and disjointed, slipping through their paws like mist through the trees.
The absence of these spiritual whispers, like a sudden drought in the heart of the forest, ignited a sense of restlessness and worry. Cats exchanged anxious glances, and discussions fluttered like leaves in a sudden gust. What had caused this faltering of the once-strong connection? Had the ancestors grown distant, or was something more insidious at play? Tails twitched in contemplation, and debates sprung up like shoots in the forest undergrowth.
Uncertainty hung like a heavy cloud over Sylvan Veil. The once-solid link to their forebears had frayed, leaving cats with an ache for guidance that now seemed just out of reach. The very essence of the clan, woven with the threads of their ancestors, was in a state of flux.
Rumors began to drift through the clan like whispers on the wind—whispers of outside cats who dared to tread too close to Sylvan Veil's borders. These outsiders, their intentions cloaked in shadows, were believed by some to be the cause of the fading connection. Suspicion grew like a thorn vine, entwining itself with the uncertainty that already gripped the clan. As eyes turned to the borders and ears strained for any hint of truth, Sylvan Veil stood at a crossroads, where the enigmatic veil between the living and the departed seemed to tremble with each passing breeze.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Aug 17, 2023 9:48:09 GMT -5
and this is ready~ The most changes I will make would be changing the boxes here between the Joining Page --
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 2, 2023 14:42:10 GMT -5
  Petal Camp // Open to Anyone
Petal awoke in her den with a start, her breath hitching in her throat. The air around her felt like it was on fire, heating up her pelt and causing her to nearly cough. Her fur was beginning to bristle in alarm. The scent of burning leaves and acrid smoke clung to her senses, and the cacophony of panicked voices and crackling flames echoed in her ears. The vividness of the dream still lingered, the images seared into her mind like embers.
Just as suddenly as it had all begun, it disappeared. She blinked, disoriented, her heart racing like a startled rabbit's. She found herself in her nest, nestled within the safety of her den, not in a burning forest surrounded by jumbled screams. It was all a dream, a chaotic jumble of confusion and fear, one she couldn't make sense of.
Petal couldn't help but wonder why her dreams were plagued by such disarray. Why couldn't she speak to the ancestors normally, as they had in the past? The frustration tugged at her, like a persistent thorn in her paw. Usually, by this time of day, she would have ventured into the heart of the camp, greeting her fellow clanmates with news about her dreams and what to do next. But today, she hesitated.
She knew that the cats in her clan could easily discern the tension in her muscles, the unease in her gaze, if she were to step out of her den now. Perhaps she could choose to stay here for a bit longer, hidden away from prying eyes. After all, the WhisperWalkers, her trusted clanmates, were more than capable of running the day-to-day duties under the guidance of her trusted LoreWeaver.
Yet, a profound sense of responsibility gnawed at her. She wasn't the only one suffering from this lack of communication. Her clan looked up to her, as the Ancient Sage, as their leader. If she, the embodiment of their history and wisdom, didn't show her face, it didn't bode well for the clan's morale.
With a resigned sigh, Petal shook her head to clear the remnants of the unsettling dream. She began the meticulous task of cleaning up the bits of nesting material that had been tossed into her fur during her fitful sleep. Her agile tongue smoothed the unruly fur back into place until she felt presentable once more.
As her heart gradually slowed its relentless pounding in her chest, she steeled herself for the inevitable. She emerged from her den, stepping into the middle of the bustling camp. Her presence was needed, her leadership vital in these challenging times.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 2, 2023 14:53:12 GMT -5
  Heavy River
Camp // Open to Anyone
Heavy River stood at the edge of the camp, his gaze unwavering as it locked onto the meager prey pile. The sweltering heat bore down relentlessly, making the situation even more dire. Even with the prey animals wisely seeking shelter from the scorching sun, the hunger that gnawed at their bellies refused to abate.
With unwavering determination, Heavy River knew that waiting wasn't an option. The sun's relentless ascent would only make their task harder as the day wore on. Without a second thought, he resolved to take matters into his own paws, a decisive plan forming in his mind.
He needed companions in this hunt, but he didn't hesitate for a moment. The ever-present danger outside couldn't deter him. Heavy River was ready to face whatever challenges lay beyond the camp's boundaries, and he knew that there were others in the clan who shared his unyielding resolve.
Without a second thought, he turned away from the prey pile, his amber eyes scanning the camp for fellow cats who possessed the same unwavering determination as he did. It was time to confront the harsh world outside head-on, with no room for doubt or hesitation. Hunger was an unrelenting adversary, and Heavy River was determined to conquer it.
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Post by whispering on Sept 2, 2023 20:07:58 GMT -5
Gray jaws gaped open in an obnoxious yawn. Small body reaching out into a delicious stretch. His adolescent limbs quivered at the release of tension from his stiff muscles. Sprouting Fern's blue eyes blinked groggily around him. Taking in the sights of the dreamseeker's den. Full of still-sleeping, furry bodies.
The hot season was very draining. Seemingly sucking out all the energy in the cats of Sylvan Veil. And making daily tasks all the harder than they usually would be. Sprouting Fern felt exhausted. He had trained hard the day before, and it'd taken him longer than he liked to fall asleep due to the humidity. Now he was awake and he was still tired, but there were things to be done. Training and hunting. The clan always came first. Yawning, he made his way out of the den, freezing as a hiss sounded from below him. He'd stepped on what of his denmates. "Oh- sorry!" He squeaked before, more carefully this time, making his way out to the clearing.
The exhaustion clearing from his demeanor at the sight of Heavy River. His blue eyes gleaming with excitement. The young gray tom admired all the hushedshades, but he admired the brave cats like Heavy River and his brother Keen Wind even more. He wanted to be- no he would be- just like them some day. He would be the finest hunter and protector. The most determined and ambitious, always lending a helping paw.
"Heavy River!" The dreamseeker exclaimed, rushing towards where the tawny colored tom stood near the fresh-kill pile. A pathetic sight of a mouse and a bird. Leftovers that would go straight to hungry queens and elders. The heat had taken its toll on all of the forest. Surely that's why Heavy River was here? He wanted to go on a hunt!
"Are you going hunting? Can I come? Please." Sprouting Fern chirped, tail waving excitedly, hoping he would say yes. Dreamseekers were forbidden to leave on their own, at least in weather this severe. It was too dangerous. More easy for cats to pass out from heat exhaustion. And herb storage was low. They had to be as cautious as possible. |
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 3, 2023 11:02:34 GMT -5
It was as if the ancestors themselves had eavesdropped on his thoughts and dispatched the Dreamseeker to answer his unspoken call. Normally, Heavy River would exercise caution when venturing into the wilderness with a younger cat. His penchant for daring escapades had earned him a stern rebuke from the WhisperWalkers in his early days. "Dreamseekers are our apprentices, not yours," they had chided him then. But things were different now, weren't they? This was an opportunity too tempting to resist, a chance to stock up on prey for the clan. In fact, if they returned with a bountiful catch, the WhisperWalkers might even commend them.
With a sly grin that danced at the corner of his mouth, Heavy River leaned in closer to the eager apprentice, his voice barely a murmur. "I suppose you may join me, but this will be our little secret," he whispered, his eyes glittering with anticipation. They would execute this operation swiftly and with finesse. "Let's start with the Silent Stalks," he suggested, his voice trailing off momentarily as he considered their options. "If it appears that the prey there is scarce, then we might have to..." He paused, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. They might have to venture into the territory beyond their own, the land reserved for those who had embraced the path of the WhisperWalker. It wasn't expressly forbidden, but it was certainly frowned upon.
Heavy River's eyes locked onto the apprentice's, searching for a spark of determination that mirrored his own. This was a risky endeavor, but it was a gamble he was willing to take for the sake of the clan's sustenance
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Post by whispering on Sept 4, 2023 20:25:47 GMT -5
The little tom's blue eyes sparkled.
Sure he was not supposed to be going out with Heavy River. It was against the code, especially in dangerous times like this. But Sprouting Fern wanted to prove himself worthy to his clan. He wanted to be just as determined a cat as his older tawny clanmate. And what better way was there to prove himself than going out when he was needed the most? More modestly he nodded his gray head, despite the excitement that bubbled inside of him. Their little secret.
The Silent Stalks sounded like a great place to start! When he'd started his journey as a dreamseeker it had been a beautiful place. But of course that was before the sweltering heat. Before the ancestors had gone silent and everything was seemingly way worse. Sylvan Veil needed a win. A Sprouting Fern would work hard to give it to them.
His blue eyes grew even wider at Heavy River's next set of words. Unable to suppress his excitement now. Did he mean... "Beyond the territory?" His voice was hushed exclaim. Any cat could be listening he didn't want to get in trouble. No dreamseeker had ever been beyond the borders. Only the cats who were chosen for the path of a whisperwalker did... The looks on their faces once he told them of his journey! Ha! They'll be so jealous! His paws itched with anticipation to get out there.
Only if things didn't work out at the Silent Stalks. A dark part of him hoped they wouldn't just so he could make the trip to unexplored land. But he shook it away. It was dangerous. But he had Heavy River with him. Nothing could possibly happen. (did you want them to get into some trouble x.x sprouting fern is just the cat for job lol sorry this is late i decided to get some hours in over the weekend) |
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 5, 2023 14:04:21 GMT -5
A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as Heavy River nodded lightly in agreement. "Yes, but only if the hunting territory turns up empty," he whispered, emphasizing the need for utmost secrecy. They couldn't afford to let anyone in on their plan, not even a hint.
Heavy River discreetly glanced over at the Ancient Sage, who was engrossed in her own activities on the far side of the clearing. This was their window of opportunity; she wouldn't be paying them any mind. He straightened up, his body language signaling his intent to depart. With a casual stride, he began to walk away from the dark gray tom, silently hoping that his companion would take the hint and follow suit soon after.
He hoped that Sprouting Fern understood that it was best to leave separately, avoiding any unnecessary attention. If they departed together, it would surely draw curious glances and prying eyes. The plan was to meet just outside the clearing once they had escaped the watchful gaze of their clanmates.
As Heavy River made his way towards the edge of the camp, his heart fluttered with excitement. This mission was an opportunity to prove his worth to the clan, a chance to demonstrate that the HushedShades could excel in their own right. While he had no desire for the additional responsibilities of the WhisperWalkers, he was determined to show that they could train just as effectively, if not better, at least when it came to the art of hunting.
OOC: They could definitely get in trouble, I'm okay with that LOL
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Post by whispering on Sept 5, 2023 18:30:19 GMT -5
Quickly scanning the clearing, Sprouting Fern waited before following after the older tom. Trying to look as normal as possible. Despite the urge to dart out of their camp on Heavy River's heels. This was a special, secret mission. They had to be stealthy until they were sure no other cats were around. I can be stealthy!
His blue eyes landed on their leader as he padded his way out. She didn't seem to be paying attention. Too deep in her own thoughts perhaps. All the other surrounding cats around the clearing seemed to be minding their own business as well. Perfect. All the more easy to leave. Sticking to the outskirts, Sprouting Fern hurried after his tawny companion. Disappearing through the engrossed space before Heavy River. Finally letting out a breath when he was successfully out of view. Into the open territory.
Tall trees stretched over him as far as he could see. As green as ever, despite how dry it was. And there was an unnatural silence. Usually birdsong echoed through the air but now the only sound any cat could hear was the chatter of insects that resided in the sylvan. All the animals would be smart enough to save their energy and stay hidden away. Wait for rain to come. Whenever that would be. Averting his gaze from the canopy, he turned and waited for Heavy River to emerge. Realizing now that he should have waited for him to take the lead. But the gray tom was already here. Already out of camp. Getting in trouble was the last of his worries. Their leaving without a WhisperWalker present was treason enough.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 5, 2023 20:18:58 GMT -5
Heavy River slipped out of the clan clearing, moving with a grace that belied his sturdy frame. He approached the young Dreamseeker from behind, his paws landing on the forest floor like featherlight touches. Although he could have let the young tom's enthusiasm slide, the opportunity for a small prank was too tempting to resist. As he brushed past the apprentice, Heavy River gently tapped the side of his flank with the tip of his tail, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He stifled a snort, even if it didn't succeed in startling him, the image in his head alone was enough to set off a fit of laughter.
Maybe the other cats were right about him, he pondered, his laughter subsiding into a mischievous chuckle. He was, at heart, a Dreamseeker who had never fully matured, thrust prematurely into the role of a Hushedshade. Of course, he would never admit such a thing aloud. He had spent his time closely observing and following in the footsteps of the WhisperWalkers, but it bored him. Their rigid ways didn't entice him, and he was determined to prove that he could do his job better, even if he had to bend the rules a little.
As they moved deeper into the forest, Heavy River finally broke the silence between them. He glanced at the young Dreamseeker, a hint of challenge in his eyes. "Do you remember the way to the Silent Stalks? Or should I lead?" he inquired, his tone casual but the question a test of the apprentice's knowledge. "After all, you did take the lead in our escape plan earlier." The twinkle in his eye suggested that he was eager to see if the apprentice could rise to the occasion once more.
OOC: I'll think too! If they manage to get past the borders I know it'll be more uncharted for them, less known, so hidden hazards would certainly be at play. Could end up with one of them spraining their leg or the likes. I'm okay if Heavy River gets hurt haha
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Post by whispering on Sept 6, 2023 19:42:49 GMT -5
Sprouting Fern straightened up when he caught sight of Heavy River emerging out of camp into the up. Following in step behind the older tabby. His ears pricked as he listened for any movement, scenting the air for signs of prey. But there was nothing. Maybe they were still just too close to camp. Patience young one. Prey stays away from the scent of predators. The WhisperWalkers had told him many times before. This was just another of those instances that called for such patience. A virtue Sprouting Fern did not yet have. If he ever were to gain it.
Gray ears strained towards Heavy River as the tom's meow sounded. Snapping the young Dreamseeker from his thoughts. His blue eyes gleaming. Delighted to hear the HushedShade wasn't upset with him after all. The tom seemed to be impressed. And was that a challenge he caught in his eye?
"I could get there with my eyes closed!" He puffed, raising his head and tail high. Trotting forward a few paces ahead of the tom. Taking a moment to carefully scent the air before fully taking the lead. Glancing over his shoulder, he shot Heavy River a mischievous grin. "The real question is, can you keep up with me?"
Without waiting for a response, the little gray tom darted ahead. Perhaps not the best decision but Sprouting Fern was already too far gone into this competition. If it was a challenge Heavy River wanted, it was a challenge he would receive.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 7, 2023 12:47:54 GMT -5
Heavy River couldn't help but emit a low chuckle of amusement at the notion of finding one's way through the forest with eyes closed. That, he thought, would indeed be a painful lesson for the young Dreamseeker to learn, should he ever attempt it. Nevertheless, he was pleased to see that the apprentice was more than up for the task. Surprisingly, Heavy River had never been the fastest cat among his clanmates. It would have made sense, given his personality, but the ancestors hadn't seen fit to bless him with that particular attribute.
As they ventured deeper into the woods, Heavy River fell behind, Sprouting Fern seeming to demonstrate newfound energy. While he refused to openly admit that he couldn't keep up, his determined spirit wouldn't allow him to concede defeat. He pushed himself to his limits, straining his still-slumbering muscles as he chased after the energetic Dreamseeker. The territory they traversed bore a sense of familiarity, and Heavy River kept his ears perked for any signs of movement, his senses attuned to the subtlest of sounds. However, the forest remained unusually silent, and his hope waned, though they hadn't reached the Silent Stalks just yet. Perhaps the prey had gathered elsewhere, creating their own little congregation.
Between panted breaths, Heavy River finally caught up to Sprouting Fern, determination gleaming in his eyes. "I don't give up to a challenge," he asserted, his voice resolute, even as fatigue weighed on his limbs. "Even if they seem nearly impossible for me." It was a declaration of his indomitable spirit, a testament to his refusal to yield to adversity.
OOC: ooo but that could be fun, I think LOL. Also yes, Heavy River is a slow boi despite how full of energy he usually seems.
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Post by Sand on Sept 7, 2023 13:48:59 GMT -5
(I can get a post up finally!)
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Post by whispering on Sept 7, 2023 17:30:54 GMT -5
The dark gray apprentice skidded to a halt once the Silent Stalks came into view. Bouncing on his paws as he waited for Heavy River to rejoin him. His whiskers twitched in amusement as the older cat came to a pause beside him. Obviously fatigued from their race. His breathing was heavier and his movements slurred. Would Sprouting Fern also be so out of shape and slow when he became a HushedShade? He hoped not. I won't! He vowed to himself. He could not imagine becoming old and slow. Heavy River was not even very old! Perhaps he was just a slowpaw.
"No wonder you're named Heavy River." He chuckled, flopping down onto his bottom to smooth down his ruffled fur. "You're not very swift." His blue eyes glittered in his amusement. When he would become a HushedShade there was no way he'd be beaten by a Dreamseeker. Maybe if he told their Ancient Sage, Petal, that he'd caught prey for the clan and beat Heavy River in a race she would promote him! Quite a silly assumption, but it made all the sense to Sprouting Fern. All previous thoughts of him being away in the first place were breaking Sylvan Veil's rules vanishing. Surely she would have to forgive him if two good things came out of it?
Shaking out his now dampened fur, Sprouting Fern rose to his feet. His dark nose twitched as he sniffed for any prey. Still no luck. Not even the chatter of a squirrel. Maybe they would have to venture further after all. The thought made his belly churn anxiously. Flexing his claws into the dry earth he turned his blue oculars to the HushedShade.
"Do you smell anything? Maybe we should try to find some water. Maybe that's where all the prey is hiding?" He concluded thoughtfully. But where would water stand in this weather?
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 8, 2023 20:48:20 GMT -5
Heavy River's ego bore only a slight bruise from the comment about his lack of speed, and he responded with a hint of pride, his tone carrying an air of confidence. "I make up for my lack of speed with my ability to protect. Running from a fight is never needed," he declared, determined to emphasize the value of his own unique skills as a Hushedshade.
As their surroundings revealed nothing but their own scents and the lingering traces of past clanmates, Heavy River's initial disappointment lingered. It seemed this particular hunting expedition had led them to a dead end, a result he had anticipated but couldn't entirely shake the disappointment that now hung over him like a shadow. The prey they had sought appeared to be elsewhere, or perhaps it had slipped through their paws, forever out of reach.
With a thoughtful nod, he considered the idea of seeking water as their next course of action. "Moonlight Clearing's water passes not far from here," he suggested, his gaze scanning the area, "and it breaks into more of a river as it goes. Our best bet would be to follow it until the water slows down." His eyes met those of the young Dreamseeker as he mentioned venturing outside the clan's territory. He had heard whispers of such places from past WhisperWalkers, tales of finding food when they ventured beyond the familiar boundaries. It was a risk, but it might be the key to success on this hunt.
OOC: I can't wait either <33
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Post by whispering on Sept 9, 2023 10:02:52 GMT -5
Sprouting Fern beamed at the HushedShade's agreement to his plan. Honored that he could offer such a grand idea. And even more honored that Heavy River thought it was smart! He'd become a HushedShade in no time at this streak he was on. Now all he needed was to successfully catch prey for the clan, and Petal was sure to be just as proud as him.
But they were going into uncharted territory. Only WhisperWalkers ever went beyond the Sylvan Veil's boundaries. The gray tom would have to be more careful. He heard stories of the dangers that lurked in the beyond. The dangers that prevented any cats from crossing in the first place. He shuddered at the thought. Nonsense. Everything will go perfectly fine. The tom reassured himself, bending his head to smooth down the white fur along his chest.
Springing onto his paws, he nodded his head eagerly to the tabby warrior. "I'll be extra careful," The gray cat promised. Or at least he would try his best to be extra careful and actually listen. It was a flaw his mentors constantly had to correct him in.
"If it means food for the clan then I think it's worth the risk. Imagine how proud they'll be!" Surely they would be proud wouldn't they? Sprouting Fern could not see how they couldn't. He certainly would be proud if he was stuck, melting in the camp, and two brave warriors returned with prey from scouting beyond the borders. It was the ancestor's will, it had to be.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 10, 2023 9:46:10 GMT -5
"Very proud," Heavy River remarked, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction as he pushed forward in the direction he believed the river ran. He wasn't inclined to waste time pondering the risks of venturing beyond the boundaries of the Sylvan Veil, where the watchful eyes of their ancestors could no longer guide them. If the ancestors truly didn't want them to leave, they would have left a message beyond the Whispering Glade, he reasoned.
The sound of rushing water grew louder, signaling their proximity to the river. Heavy River paused briefly, casting a glance over his shoulder to ensure that Sprouting Fern was following. Then, he pressed forward once more. "We're close now," he announced, his voice tinged with a touch of excitement. "If we follow the river out, we should be safe from getting lost. But," he couldn't help but add, cringing inwardly at his own words, "do not stray too far." He winced at the echo of the WhisperWalkers in his tone, realizing that he was beginning to sound like one of them, despite his earlier resolve.
OOC: Sorry for the shortish reply :<
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Post by whispering on Sept 11, 2023 10:51:55 GMT -5
The little tom marched beside Heavy River. Taking in all the new sounds and sights. The rushing water in the near distance made his ears buzz. He had never come so close to the river before. Dreamseeker's were never allowed to stray too far over the border. But he was not with the WhisperWalker's now. Sprouting Fern was about to see things no Dreamseeker had ever seen before. Or maybe they had once upon a time, and it was so dangerous their Ancient Teller had to enforce their current rules...
Nonsense. Sprouting Fern would not be like those cats. He would prove that things were not as dangerous as his clanmates exaggerate. Heavy River and he would cross the border, catch their prey, and return victorious. He could not wait.
The tom paused when the HushedShade paused, listening intently to his words. Blue eyes as wide as moons as he stared out into the unknown before them. Do not stray too far. An order. The gray cat repeated it in his head until he felt it was engraved. This was an important order. Not only was it his first time across the border, it also would be Heavy River's. The last thing he wanted was to get them into danger due to him rushing in too fast. Who knew what was in this uncharted territory. Sprouting Fern nodded his head, determined. He would follow the tawny tabby's orders. "Yes, Heavy River." Heavy River was not usually the order giving kind of cat, but this was different. It was not a simple trek into the veil. This was a mission.
"For the clan." He mewed, turning his attention back towards the river. Blue eyes glittering with newfound courage. Everything would be just fine. |
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 12, 2023 10:47:34 GMT -5
Heavy River
Outside Territory // Sprouting Fern (whispering )
Heavy River followed the course of the river in silence, fully aware that this was a new and unique experience for both himself and the young Dreamseeker. It was a path he knew he would never tread himself, for he had once inquired about it, subtly sidestepping the WhisperWalkers and seeking guidance from Petal, the clan's highest authority. Her words still echoed in his mind, the wisdom she had imparted. "Not all cats are fit for the path of a WhisperWalker," she had told him, "instead, they are destined for other things. Their path is just as valuable, even if it doesn't seem so. Some are meant to be the best HushedShades we have ever seen." It was a polite way of saying no, he understood that much.
As they moved further from the territory and closer to the unknown, the scent markers of the clan's border grew stronger, a recent addition courtesy of the Sylvan Veil. Heavy River couldn't help but wonder why they had begun such upkeep when they rarely faced threats from the outside. Nevertheless, it proved useful now, guiding them through the forest.
Heavy River came to a stop right at the border, where the familiar gave way to the unknown. Beyond the veil of the forest, the world looked almost the same, yet the slight pinpricks of anxiety prickled at his senses. He was anxious, yes, but also undeniably excited about what lay ahead.
"Let's go, Sprouting Fern, it's time," he urged, taking his first steps outside of the clan's territory. However, as he crossed over, there was no immediate transformation or revelation. The forest remained unchanged. Then, a subtle sound caught his attention, and his ears pricked. He gestured with his tail for Sprouting Fern to look up at a tree towering above them. There, perched in a nest, was a bird. Heavy River exchanged a knowing glance with the young Dreamseeker, a silent acknowledgement of the possibilities that lay ahead in this uncharted territory.
OOC: Im torn between him instantly getting hurt or letting them catch something first lol. Also just realized I never changed the where in my rp post woops
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Post by whispering on Sept 12, 2023 11:41:41 GMT -5
The gray Dreamseeker stood frozen at the border. As if his paws were planted into the earth. Blue eyes wide as he gazed out into the unknown. His stomach churned with excitement and anxiety. They were really doing this. There was no turning back now. Or he could, but then he'd be a coward, and Sprouting Fern was not a coward.. For the Clan.
Taking a deep breath, he followed after the tabby. Scanning his new surroundings. It wasn't that bad. There were still the same trees and greenery that resided in their own territory. The river was the same river he'd seen before. The only difference was the comforting scents of the cats and landmarks he'd grown up with. Those scents were absent here, beyond the border.
The tom stopped in his tracks at Heavy River's motion, following the tom's gaze to the bird that resided on one of the high branches. His gray face expressed his excitement as he looked back at the HushedShade. It looked like crossing the border was going to pay off already.
"And they say crossing the borders is full of dangers." He whispered, keeping his senses alert in case there was any other prey around. He did not want to scare them away and ruin their chances. Turning more serious, he glanced up at the bird, creeping towards a bush and crouching down. Waiting for the older tom's next mood. Prey was too much of a delicacy to let an opportunity like this pass them on. (returning home with nothing adds to the drama of the plot, especially since not only food, but herbs are scarce too. ) |
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 13, 2023 9:34:05 GMT -5
Heavy River
Outside Territory // Sprouting Fern (whispering )
Heavy River cast a sidelong glance at the young apprentice, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he crouched down, a mischievous glint in his gaze. He knew that having two cats stalk a single bird might seem excessive, but he was determined not to let their prey slip through their grasp. He moved with stealth, circling the tree and stalking up to the rear side, where ivy clung to the trunk and a bush nestled at its roots. He tensed himself, muscles coiled, readying for the perfect moment to strike.
As he launched himself over the bush, his claws gripped at the ivy to gain footing. This maneuver was one he had executed countless times before when hunting squirrels or birds, using the thick tendrils as footholds. He had managed to ascend about halfway when he felt something give way beneath him. His back paws slipped, causing him to frantically dig his claws into the tree trunk, a jolt of pain coursing through him as the added weight strained his front paws.
Heavy River assessed his options swiftly. In his mind, the best course of action was to let himself fall and regroup. Taking a sharp breath, he released his grip, turning himself around to tumble down. However, this plan did not unfold as smoothly as he had hoped. He plummeted through the ivy, hitting a stray root that jutted out. A soft groan escaped him as pain radiated throughout his body, and he couldn't pinpoint the exact spot where it hurt the most. It felt like his entire body was aching.
Embarrassment washed over him as he realized the extent of his predicament. He would need to call for Sprouting Fern's help, not only because he was unsure if he could move effectively but also because there was no way the apprentice could carry him back to the clan.
"Sprouting Fern, come here!" Heavy River called out, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and admission. He struggled to push himself up, his body protesting with each movement. "I may or may not have messed up," he bitterly admitted, his pride momentarily set aside in the face of his predicament.
OOC: Two seconds out of the territory and boom -- hurt
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Post by whispering on Sept 13, 2023 13:44:46 GMT -5
He watched in awe from his position beneath the bush. Slowly creeping forward to take his own position in a tree opposite. The plan that formed in the young tom's mind was that he would climb up, and launch if the bird tried to fly away. It made all the sense to Sprouting Fern. If he fell he'd just land on his feet right? The tom was a pretty good climber, he was sure it'd work.
Turning away, Sprouting Fern began towards the tree, unsheathing his claws to begin the climb. But as the little gray cat began to make his way up his tree he heard a pained call coming from Heavy River.
Hesitantly, the tom clawed his way back down, rounding the corner. His blue eyes widened in shock at the scene before him. The bird was long gone, but that was not what was so shocking. The HushedShade lay on his side, face writhing with pain. "Heavy River!" He exclaimed, quickly clearing the distance between the two toms.
"Heavy River are you okay? Did you fall?" Sprouting Fern did not have to be a healer to know that the other cat was badly hurting. Oh no, we'll be punished! Although Heavy River had been punished enough... Surely Petal would not be so cruel? But what about him? He'd willingly left to go beyond the borders. And he'd left without a WhisperWalker during the heat advisory. His gray fur prickled with unease at all the rules they had broken already. And they hadn't managed to catch any prey.
"Oh, Heavy River, hang on. Can you stand." The Dreamseeker mewed worriedly, sniffing at the tabby tom. Trying to nudge him back up onto his paws. StarClan help us! (poor heavy river D: he just wanted to do good for the clan) |
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 14, 2023 10:32:24 GMT -5
Heavy River
Outside Territory // Sprouting Fern (whispering )
Heavy River fought through the pain that shot through his two front paws, determination etched into his features as he gritted his teeth and pushed himself to stand. His entire body trembled with the effort, but he managed to rise, though he felt every ache and twinge protest as he steadied himself. He glanced at Sprouting Fern, his words forming slowly in his mind.
"I... fell off the side," he admitted with a sigh, his gaze turning upward to the ivy that now swung slightly from where it had come loose. "The ivy wasn't strong enough to hold my weight," he explained, frustration and defeat washing over him. He knew they would get in trouble, even if he made the trek back to camp. The Dewwhispers would undoubtedly inquire about what happened, their knowing looks and Petal's discerning gaze reading him like a sign from the ancestors.
Heavy River considered their options for a moment, then proposed a plan that might at least lessen the punishment for Sprouting Fern. "We can tell everyone you saw me leave and decided to follow since it's dangerous alone," he suggested, his voice laced with sincerity. "You found me here and brought me back. It'll at least bring down the punishment for you." He sighed, hoping the young tom would accept his offer. Heavy River was accustomed to bearing the brunt of scorn and responsibility, as he often stood in the Dreamseekers' position.
OOC: Poor fella, now we gotta come up with punishment ideas -- I have an idea for Heavy River's but unsure about Sprouting Fern's.
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Post by whispering on Sept 15, 2023 11:40:51 GMT -5
Sprouting Fern's face darkened with worry as Heavy River struggled back onto his feet. Unsure of what to do next. The HushedShade obviously was not okay. And they hadn't even caught any prey.
The young tom's anxiety only grew as he listened to the tabby's explanation. The ivy could not properly support the tabby's climb. Heavy River, he wanted to joke darkly, but he kept his mouth shut. Now it didn't seem like the time for jokes. Not with the older cat in so much pain, and who knew the consequences they would return back to for trespassing beyond the glade.
The gray cat stared with wide blue eyes as Heavy River went on. "What? No!" He protested, tail lashing. There was no way Heavy River could take all the blame. It was just as much Sprouting Fern's idea as it was the HushedShade's. "We'll tell the truth. If I hadn't come, maybe you wouldn't have gotten hurt."
There was no way the Dreamseeker could know for sure this was true. But deep down, he knew he had played a part in the tom's accident. It was his idea after all to head towards the river. As smart as it may have seemed, it hadn't gone exactly the way they had planned. (i'm thinking clan confinement? Stuck tending to the elders and queens) |
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 15, 2023 18:21:50 GMT -5
Heavy River
Outside Territory // Sprouting Fern (whispering )
Despite the searing pain that surged through his body, Heavy River couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for his younger companion. He pondered if he would have had the same resilience and courage at Sprouting Fern's age. "Very well, Sprouting Fern, we will both own up to this," he affirmed, taking a timid step forward, each movement causing more pain to shoot through him. "I think... I can at least make it into our own territory. It'll be difficult, and we'll have to go slow," he added, his voice trailing off as he considered the arduous journey ahead.
He pressed on, taking a few more steps despite the pain that threatened to overwhelm him. His head swam with the agony, and he wondered where the anticipated surge of adrenaline was, that mythical force that kept cats moving despite the torment. He turned his head back to Sprouting Fern, recollecting the apprentice's earlier concerns. "It's not your fault, by the way. Don't blame yourself for my shortcomings," he assured the young tom. "If you hadn't tagged along, I would have still made the trip, I'm sure."
Pausing for a moment, he contemplated offering further words of comfort, even though he wasn't adept at it. "I'm grateful you're here though, it helps," he confessed, acknowledging the invaluable assistance that Sprouting Fern provided, enabling him to avoid the potential embarrassment of asking a Dreamseeker to carry him back. It was a small comfort in a situation that had spiraled beyond their control.
OOC: That would certainly work c: I'm excited to see the dramaaaaa
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Post by whispering on Sept 15, 2023 21:38:48 GMT -5
Sprouting Fern nodded his head solemnly, wincing as he watched every painful step Heavy River took. Momentarily hesitating before following into step with the older tom. His white paws felt heavy as rocks, and his tail dragged as he trailed the HushedShade. Unwilling to face the consequences that awaited them. The looks of disapproval on his clanmates' faces.
'It's not your fault.' His tabby companion tried to reassure him, but Sprouting Fern was not so sure. It had been his idea. And he was almost certain Heavy River could have avoided all accidents if he hadn't tagged along. Sure the tom would have still made his trip beyond the territory, but maybe If he didn't venture too close to the river... Maybe he could have found a rabbit or a mouse nibbling along the tree roots instead of that bird. They would never know now, there was no turning back.
The gray cat's ears pricked at the HushedShade's next set of words, looking up, the Dreamseeker flashed him a grateful look. "Of course, noble warriors always stick together." He mewed as cheerily as he could though it came out more dull than he'd intended. It was hard to be his usual cheery self with the unknown future that awaited them.
"That's why I can't allow you to take the blame. Petal could at least know I am a quick thinker." Sprouting Fern ended with a toothy smile, trying his best to lighten the mood. We could at least make the most of it before our punishment. It was inevitable. There would be no point in dwelling on it. Besides, at the pace they were going, it would be quite a while before they reached the camp.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 18, 2023 11:31:52 GMT -5
Heavy River
Heading to Camp// Sprouting Fern (whispering )
Heavy River couldn't help but release a pained chuckle in response to Sprouting Fern's words, hopeful that Petal would take note of their predicament and not impose an overly harsh punishment. His voice dropped to a near-whisper as he continued, his words laced with a sense of caution, as if the ancestors themselves might overhear their conversation.
"To be honest, I'm hoping she will realize that more of us are upset about the lack of hunting lately," he confessed, his voice tinged with concern. He knew that the Ancient Sage was doing her best to maintain control, but they couldn't afford to continue down this path. The clan was on the brink of hunger, and the consequences could be dire if they didn't explore new avenues.
However, Heavy River chose not to burden the younger tom with the darker thoughts that now swirled in his mind. Such worries weren't meant for a Dreamseeker to carry.
As he quickened their pace, Heavy River detected more and more familiar scents, indicating that they were drawing closer to their clan's territory. He preferred to address Petal and the Dewwhispers directly, rather than risk encountering anyone else while still out in the territory. The sooner they returned and explained themselves, the better.
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