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Post by Brownie on Apr 19, 2024 23:52:51 GMT -5
welcome welcome! If you want to take over the Thrushfleck/Heavy scene feel free~ ]]
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Post by Sapphirejas on Apr 20, 2024 0:48:07 GMT -5
@open Mistleheart (on hunting patrol with Stemriver) Mistleheart padded out of the camp's entrance with Stemriver, ears alert for any FlowerClan cats. Mistleheart has learnt that Scarletdrift and Stemriver were involved in a battle against FlowerClan cats. Scarletfrift defended Stemriver from a FlowerClan cat, but took the blow instead, and has gotten injured. He is right now healing at the medicine cat den, sharing the place with Bubblingstar, whose condition was getting worse and worse... It looked the old leader was going to lose a life! Mistleheart was worried for the two cats, especially her leader, because he wasn't doing very well. Mistleheart regained focus as she and Stemriver picked up the scent of many many mice coming from the abandoned Twoleg nest! She had to stay alert just in case a FlowerClan patrol decide to intrude YewClan's territory. "Mistleheart, I can smell many mice in the Twoleg den. Let's go there are hunt as many as we can!" Meowed Stemriver with a flick of his tail. " Ok, Stemriver" Mistleheart replied, her tail twitching with excitement at the thought of hunting lots of mice. However, there was a soft growl from her stomach; Mistleheart has forgotten to eat fresh-kill from the freshkill pile, because she was too busy repairing the camp barriers with new thickets, to foritfy the walls against FlowerClan cats, in case they decided to invade the camp. She winced at her stomach. As Mistleheart padded to the abandoned Twoleg den, the scent of the mice grew stronger and stronger, and her stomach continued grumbling. She and Stemriver walked through the entrance of the den, taking in the sights. There were many "tunnels" that led to inner-dens, with flaps on them, and in the distance, a jagged hill stood, with another "tunnel" in sight. There were sounds of squeaking everywhere in the den. " I'm going to go up the weird hill and hunt in the upper-tunnels. You go hunt on the ground." Stemriver meowed. " Ok, I will do" purred Mistleheart. Mistleheart padded on the creaky ground, to see lots of mice feeding on some Twoleg crowfood, in the Twoleg food place. The ground had black and white patterning, and was quite slippery. But the white and gray she-cat managed to stay on her paws. The very strong smell from the Twoleg crowfood was disgusting, but Mistleheart had to do her job and put up with the putrid smell. She crouched and pounced on the group of mice, breaking the neck of one of them. The other mice scattered, running everywhere. She chased them around the Twoleg Den until she caught all of them, one by one. Now, Mistleheart's stomach was really growling. Mistleheart was hungry! She gazed at the pile of mouse with her yellow eyes, trying to decide what to do. Because prey was plentiful in the forest, there was no queens and elders to feed, and that she caught so many mice, Mistleheart gave in into her hunger and started eating one of the mice. It was delicious, and at the moment, she didn't think about what StarClan think of her doing it. When she finished eating, she jumped on top of the upper-surface with the bones of the mouse. The white and gray warrior shoved it in the hole of the rusty dent, to hide them. She also licked her paws, lips, and the blood on the black and white ground. She carried the rest of the mice to the base of the jagged hill, to wait for Stemriver to return from the upper-level. Finally, Stemriver hopped down the jagged hill, carrying a few mice, not nearly as many as Mistleheart. His eyes lit up with pride when he saw how many mice Mistleheart caught. " Well done Mistleheart!" Exclaimed Stemriver with a swish of his tail. " You caught so many more mice than me! There was hardly any mice up h..." Stemriver trailed off, sniffing Mistleheart's face. A suspicious stare flashed from the tom's green eyes. " You didn't eat any mice, right Mistleheart?" " No" lied Mistleheart without thinking " the blood scent on my mouth is just when I did the killing bites." " Ok" Mewed Stemriver "just checking. I know you haven't eaten anything this morning, so I was a bit suspicous when I smelled so much blood on your face. You can have a piece of fresh-kill when we come home and put the mice on the fresh-kill pile. You deserve it!" Mistleheart wailed on the inside. " Oh StarClan, I broke the Warrior Code and lied about it! Please forgive me, StarClan! The words came out of my mouth!" When Mistleheart and Stermriver returned to camp, and put the remaining mice on the fresh-kill pile." " Stemriver, I feel terrible! I'm so worried about the war! I don't feel like eating!" Wailed Mistleheart, ears flattened, and fur standing on end, as she rushed into the warrior's den to comphrehend what she has done! She wasn't a bad cat! She just broke the Warrior Code, because she gave in! " Ok, I'm sorry to hear that you are very worried!" Mewed Stemriver, walking away from her " Please eat when you are feeling better!" " Oh, please don't send me to the Dark Forest when I die, StarClan!" Mistleheart's thoughts wailed in the inside. " I'm a very loyal cat, and such a good warrior!" jaybun! Mistleheart (Relationship Pips: Wants to complement Heavy's teaching, and Greets Hazelpelt by the fresh-kill pile in the morning +) Mistleheart awoke in the morning from her nest the warrior's den. When she glanced around, some of the other warriors was already up, and a couple was just getting out of their nest. She yawned like a lion, and sat up. She stretched her paws and started licking them. Then, she spend some time grooming her fur to look nice to her Clanmates. Mistleheart started thinking of Heavy and the unique hunting techniques she taught her a few sunrises ago. She wanted to thank the multicoloured she-cat for teaching her the move. She got up and padded out of the warrior's den to go to the fresh-kill pile to eat. As she walked there, she noticed the new warrior, Hazelpelt eating a rabbit. She looked like she was really enjoying it, as Mistleheart grabbed a thrush and sat beside her to eat. The thrush was delicous and full of flavour when she gets past the feathers. " Good morning Hazelpelt" mewed Mistleheart brightly. " How are you? How was your first moon as a warrior of GemClan?" " Are you learning lots of cool new things about being a warrior?" Mistleheart purred as she shared tongues with the collared golden brown she-cat, even long after she and Hazelpelt finished eating. However, the thoughts of going to Heavy to complement her teaching edges her mind. She can't spend all day sharing tongues to Hazelpelt, as she has a border patrol at the FlowerClan's border to go on, to check for intruding cats. She had to squeeze her sharing tongues with with Heavy in the tight space of time between sharing tongues with the new cat, Hazelpelt and going on the border patrol. As soon as the deputy, Dappleswipe calls Mistleheart to go on the border patrol, she has to drop what she is doing and go on the patrol. She had to be loyal to her deputy and her Clanmates afterall...
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Post by jaybun! on Apr 20, 2024 2:28:42 GMT -5
ooc;; i'll try to get to hazel's pips with stemriver & mistleheart soon! BUBBLINGSTAR - Festering, gives Thrushfleck a task Even through his fever, Bubblingstar could tell that his break wasn't getting any better. There was a smell that seemed to haunt him, a stench that trailed him almost as if he'd stuck a piece of carrion to his pelt. He could see Storm-mask was growing more anxious too, and watching her grimace deepen each time she treated it bothered him more than the injury. He hated making her worry. The rare moments he wasn't sleeping found Bubblingstar dazedly dragging himself from his nest. The only thing worse than a sick leader was a sick one you didn't see at all; his last memories of Cloudystar could attest to that. Nothing ate away at morale faster, and feverish or not, he needed to be there- especially during a war. Storm-mask was often busy shoring up her stores for that exact reason, and it gave the pale ginger tom the perfect time to escape the confines of the medicine den. It was early morning- or evening? His sense of time hasn't been great for obvious reasons, and the cloudy sky didn't help matters. The camp was quiet, other than the brooding figure of Thrushfleck, keeping watch near the entrance. Sensing an opportunity, Bubblingstar hobbled over to the young warrior, sliding on a worn smile, " How goes it?"
HAZELPELT - Border Patrol with Heavy, Thrushfleck, Spottedfur As Hazelpelt became acclimated to the camp, and Yewclan life, she got the distinct feeling she'd joined at a not-so-great point in history. There was a war, which was a very heavy new concept she'd had to pretend to understand for a few days. Poor Bubblingstar was sick, and that made her a little sad despite not knowing the elder tom very well (he was nice!). And to wrap up the whole thing, it seemed there was a worrying lack of fresh blood to pad out their numbers. All in all, it added up to a bad time. So bad in fact, Hazelpelt had considered suggesting going to the "Two-legs" (another new word!) for help. But something told her it'd be a bad idea. It was a lot to take in- and it's what made up the majority of her thoughts as they quietly made their way around the borders. Thrushfleck and Heavy were both big balls of tension at her sides, adding to the grim aura that surrounded the patrol. If she knew what to say she'd try to lighten things up! But she feared putting her paws into her big mouth and making things worse. That was until Spottedfur cleared his throat, and Hazel hid a sigh of relief. Golly, was she glad for old folks.
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Post by grimmreminder on Apr 20, 2024 18:21:08 GMT -5
[ Will try to get to the patrol shortly soldiers o7 should I also post for the pip with stemriver since you're taking them over for now? ] || Thruskfleck - A Task if Given - /w: Bubblingstar [ jaybun! ! ] ||
Thrushfleck was entranced in his own thought process. Of his family, of those he didn't know- didn't try and think about. If his father refused to talk of his family back in Flowerclan, did that mean... he shuddered at the thought. Did he have *siblings* back there too? Without a father to give them guidance? Thoughts of his own siblings flickered through his brain at rapid speed. Slatefoot.. Brightleaf.. how many others could there be? His thoughts were so entrancing in this downward spiral that the usually observant tom didn't pick up on Bubblingstar's presence- at least not at first. The stench of sick hit his nostrils first followed by the sound of rustling and the voice of his leader. For the briefest of moments, a range of expressions flickered across Thrustfleck's face. Disgust at himself and the war, concern for everyone, the sadness.. anger for not knowing. Though the expressions quickly fell to a calm impassiveness one would have come to expect from Thrush. The young tom gave a quick few licks to his puffed-up chest fluff in an attempt at calming himself down as he turned towards his leader. Sympathy coursed through his veins as he gave a response- his voice not once *wavering* from a more chipper tune. He couldn't afford to let this get to him right now when his family needed him. When his leader who admired so much growing up was in such a state. " Oh, Bubblingstar its good to see you! " he chirped as he moved smoothly into his next sentence. " I'm just contemplating the downtime. Everyone has been so.. busy and bothered by all these tensions. There's gotta be something I can do to cheer a cat up you know? " || Tag, you're it! - /w: Heavy [ Feathertalon ] ||It was so nice to see a smile on the molly's face that comforted him through the toughest of storms as a kit. With everyone so down and gloomy now was the perfect time to get some training and fun in one grand burst. What better than a simple game of tag? His own sky-blue eyes shined with a similar warmth as he was overtaken by nostalgia for his days in the nursery. Things were.. simpler back then weren't they? He didn't have to worry about war and seeing everyone around him barely trudging on. No, the most he had to worry about was getting a mossball stuck in a bramblebush. The greenleaf held promises of new beginning and he would be cursed to the dark forest before he let his family suffer alone without any cheer. Thrushfleck cackled as his mother caught up to him- even with the speed he inherited from the molly he knew he would never be a match for her. He rolled to the ground with ease letting out an exaggerated 'oomf' as he went, grinning from ear to ear as a clear indication he was being dramatic.. he was not by any means hurt. His tail flicked as he aimed a well-timed strike to her nose as he was vulnerable- his claws naturally sheathed and the action nothing more than a tiny bop but even still he seemed triumphant. " Hah! Gotcha twice! " he called back to her in between his own laughing fits.
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Post by lazzylake on Apr 20, 2024 23:20:28 GMT -5
(Little update from me: I’ve been thinking about this for a couple of weeks and I’m planning to go on hiatus for this clan for a while. I underestimated my workload for the last couple weeks of my school semester and long story short. I am going to be incredibly busy. I just don’t think realistically I could make timely replies without making them last minute. I feel that would be unfair to other users awaiting my responses. Brownie now that Thrushfleck is claimed, would you be okay with claiming Dappleswipe? Sorry if this is all too sudden. I’ll still lurk and check how the rp is going frequently, but I don’t think I’ll go back to claiming another character for at least a month. I’m excited to see how the clan is going along once I get back to rping here again!)
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Post by Brownie on Apr 21, 2024 12:47:50 GMT -5
(Little update from me: I’ve been thinking about this for a couple of weeks and I’m planning to go on hiatus for this clan for a while. I underestimated my workload for the last couple weeks of my school semester and long story short. I am going to be incredibly busy. I just don’t think realistically I could make timely replies without making them last minute. I feel that would be unfair to other users awaiting my responses. Brownie now that Thrushfleck is claimed, would you be okay with claiming Dappleswipe? Sorry if this is all too sudden. I’ll still lurk and check how the rp is going frequently, but I don’t think I’ll go back to claiming another character for at least a month. I’m excited to see how the clan is going along once I get back to rping here again!) Yeah I can totally do that! If you have the time to lurk, would you like to try and like, DM me a direction for the replies to go and I can do the ghostwriting to make it happen? ]]
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Post by grimmreminder on Apr 21, 2024 16:03:35 GMT -5
|| Thruskfleck - Border Patrol [ + Says something mean relationship pip ] - /w: Spottedfur, Heavy, Hazelpelt [ jaybun! Feathertalon sand ] ||
Thrushfleck traveled alongside the others as they explored the border. The tension and mood that hung in the air was thick and suffocating. Every single noise enough to make his whiskers twitch and fur stand on end. The closer they get, the heavier the trust of the situation felt it became. He glanced around the others. His mother who accompanied him seemed glum as ever- and Hazelpelt seemed ready to jump out of her skin. He opened his mouth to say something, willing his paws to move on their own and lift their spirits- but for once in the ginger tom's life nothing came to mind. Instead there was a clearing of a throat and Thrushfleck's attention landed squarely on Spottedfur who was leading the patrol along. He offered a story, and Thrushfleck's usually optimistic mood faltered. Under his breath, he let out a low grumble about his opinions on the matter. " Really? A story? Like I haven't already tried that? A story isn't just going to magically fix things anymore.. " but still he shook his head. Guilt lacing through his body as soon as the whispered words left his mouth. His own self-doubt leaking through into doubt of others. Picking up the pace, he padded up to his mother- allowing his fur to brush gently against her own. Despite his reservations, he still listened- perhaps a little bitter that Spottedfur in his older wisdom may be better at cheering others up than Thrushfleck himself. His ears twitched as he listened to the story. Grumpiness easing out of his system and instead of entranced. A feeling akin to pride for his friends and clan swelling in his chest at the ability to save others even if they weren't one of them. Even then, the hero of his story, was his mentor. The one who passed wisdom down on to Thrushfleck himself. Tilting his head upwards towards the sky he was only left to wonder if maybe, just maybe, a chance event like that might spare them from their torturous current fate. That was just too good to be true. " If only.. "
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Post by lazzylake on Apr 21, 2024 23:33:24 GMT -5
( Brownie That sounds great! I'll start messaging you next moon. I should be active enough to give any advice for writing her)
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Post by Brownie on Apr 22, 2024 14:01:47 GMT -5
x - Moon 40 - x
mid greenleaf; bright sun Clan Events: The tension between YewClan and FlowerClan is palpable, with even the smallest actions leading to violence. Frozenlaurel, Pondkit and Haykit join YewClan
Prey pile: 79.3 Prey needed: 35
Is giving advice to Dappleswipe Major Events Event: Bubblingstar lost a life to his festering wound. Patrol: Border Relationships - Is a little envious that Dappleswipe has the respect of the Clan (-) - Helps Stemriver pick burrs from his fur (+) with Dappleswipe, Slatefoot Event : Caution Choice : Proceed Outcome : The war has every cat on their toes. But Bubblingstar is finally out of camp, and he refuses to let the others feel down. He stalks out confidently and his confidence inspires the others, lifting some of the fear that has been clouding YewClan.
Is stressed about organizing patrols during war Patrol: Border Relationships - Saves Stemriver some fresh-kill (+) - Shares a meal with Slatefoot and Spottedfur with Bubblingstar, Slatefoot Event : Caution Choice : Proceed Outcome : The war has every cat on their toes. But Bubblingstar is finally out of camp, and he refuses to let the others feel down. He stalks out confidently and his confidence inspires the others, lifting some of the fear that has been clouding YewClan. Has been hearing StarClan's voices Major Events Event: Stormmask gathered Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Makes plans with Stemriver (+)
with Brightleaf Event : A ghostly presence Choice : Proceed Outcome : Stormmask pauses, hearing the voices of StarClan. But just as she thinks she might have seen a ghostly form through the trees, it vanishes. Is helping Stormmask dry herbs Major Events Event: Is rejected by Scarletdrift Patrol: Border Relationships - Bristles after being told what to do by Dappleswipe (--) - Approves of Hazelpelt's recent efforts (+) - Wonders what Scarletdrift thinks about mates (+) - Asks Scarletdrift to be mates (rejected, politely) with Heavy, Thrushfleck Event : Kittypet Choice : Proceed Outcome : The young tom is terrified, but he stands up to the patrol when they question him. He refuses to move from in front of the brush, even going so far as to attempt to strike with untrained paws towards Thrushfleck. It's Heavy that smells the kits behind him. The patrol talks, and eventually convinces the tom and his two kits to come back to YewClan's camp. Major Events Event: Refuses Spottedfur's offer to be mates Patrol: none Relationships - Thinks Slatefoot was polite today (+) - Appreciates Thrushfleck's company (+) - Is asked to be mates by Spottedfur (rejected, politely)
with none Event : None Choice : None Outcome : None Is in awe of Bubblingstar's leadership Patrol: Border Relationships - Talks with Brightleaf (+)
with Spottedfur, Thrushfleck Event : Kittypet Choice : Proceed Outcome : The young tom is terrified, but he stands up to the patrol when they question him. He refuses to move from in front of the brush, even going so far as to attempt to strike with untrained paws towards Thrushfleck. It's Heavy that smells the kits behind him. The patrol talks, and eventually convinces the tom and his two kits to come back to YewClan's camp. Thinks about all the mistakes she's made in the past Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Is rethinking her assumptions of Mistleheart (+) - Swaps prey with Mistleheart (+)
with Mistleheart Event : Lizard Choice : Proceed Outcome : Mistleheart pounces! It's small but an omen of a good hunt. Cicadas buzz and the lush canopy shields the two mollies from the sun as they make several catches each to feed YewClan. Stemriver STATUS: HEAT EXHAUSTION || @open Wonders what FlowerClan is like right now Major Events Event: Gets heat exhaustion Patrol: none Relationships - Debates with Brightleaf with none Event : None Choice : None Outcome : None Frozenlaurel STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Is looking around with wonder Major Events Event: Frozenlaurel joins YewClan! Patrol: None Relationships -
with none Event : none Choice : none Outcome : none Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Is mildly upset that Stormmask got first pick of the fresh-kill pile (-)
with Hazelpelt Event : Lizard Choice : Proceed Outcome : Mistleheart pounces! It's small but an omen of a good hunt. Cicadas buzz and the lush canopy shields the two mollies from the sun as they make several catches each to feed YewClan. Wants to get to know Stormmask better Patrol: Border Relationships - Appreciates how Dappleswipe always says the right thing (++)
with Heavy, Spottedfur Event : Kittypet Choice : Proceed Outcome : The young tom is terrified, but he stands up to the patrol when they question him. He refuses to move from in front of the brush, even going so far as to attempt to strike with untrained paws towards Thrushfleck. It's Heavy that smells the kits behind him. The patrol talks, and eventually convinces the tom and his two kits to come back to YewClan's camp. Is feeling content with the little things in life Patrol: Border Relationships - Knows that Brightleaf's advice will prove helpful (++)
with Bubblingstar, Dappleswipe Event : Caution Choice : Proceed Outcome : The war has every cat on their toes. But Bubblingstar is finally out of camp, and he refuses to let the others feel down. He stalks out confidently and his confidence inspires the others, lifting some of the fear that has been clouding YewClan. Is hoping Dappleswipe won't assign her to the dawn patrol Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Adds feathers to Scarletdrift's nest (+)
with Stormmask Event : A ghostly presence Choice : Proceed Outcome : Stormmask pauses, hearing the voices of StarClan. But just as she thinks she might have seen a ghostly form through the trees, it vanishes. Pondkit STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Is safe inside YewClan's nusery Major Events Event: Pondkit joins YewClan! Patrol: none Relationships -
with none Event : none Choice : none Outcome : none Haykit STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Is safe inside YewClan's nursery Major Events Event: Haykit joins YewClan! Patrol: None Relationships - none
with none Event : none Choice : none Outcome : none
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Post by Brownie on Apr 22, 2024 14:06:32 GMT -5
YALL we got new cats!!!
Patch notes: Frozenlaurel, Pondkit and Haykit join YewClan! At joining, Frozenlaurel is 39 moons and his kits are 3 moons old.
Front page updated with new cats (I love this layout but it is so annoying to update sometimes xp) poll removed. We're sticking with monday/thursday ]]
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Post by dewbranch on Apr 22, 2024 15:21:15 GMT -5
(Yay! New kits!
And Scarletdrift why? I was rooting for a ScarletxSpotted!)
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Post by lazzylake on Apr 22, 2024 15:26:39 GMT -5
(AS SOON AS I GO ON HIATUS- But oh my gosh Frozenlaurel is such a wonderful name! Won't be commenting too much on moons anymore unless there's like, a death or something)
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 22, 2024 16:05:25 GMT -5
[ frozenlaurel is such a pretty name omg ;o; finally new kits! and dang, i don't think yewclan will ever get to have an official pair of mates. The rng for this run really hates us i'll have my replies up tonight! ]
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Post by jaybun! on Apr 22, 2024 16:36:23 GMT -5
new cats!!! also not so surprised to see bubbling lost that life, that infection got nasty. i'm excited to see what happens next moon :3c
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Post by whispering on Apr 22, 2024 16:41:47 GMT -5
i’ve been waiting for the next patch of cats to come so i can return here <3 which one though, im not sure. they’re all so tempting x.x
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Post by Brownie on Apr 22, 2024 16:54:56 GMT -5
i’ve been waiting for the next patch of cats to come so i can return here <3 which one though, im not sure. they’re all so tempting x.x ayo welcome back~ Stemriver really needs some love too <3 This man has been unclaimed for so long ]]
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Post by jaybun! on Apr 22, 2024 17:19:56 GMT -5
ooc;; i'll do hazel in a bit! BUBBLINGSTAR - Border Patrol with Dappleswipe, Slatefoot (+lost a life, envious of Dappleswipe) It had been no less disorienting to lose a life this time than it had the previous. However, Bubblingstar couldn't say he wasn't glad to be not only rid of that infection, but the break too. He was more than happy to be able to leave camp after so many moons, and determined to make the best of it; despite the circumstances! He took care to keep his death a secret to all but Storm-mask, it wouldn't do to lower morale. But he did ensure as many warriors saw him up and about as possible, eager to help soothe the tense atmosphere that had taken the camp in its hold. Bubblingstar kept his head held high as he made rounds, stuffing down the slight irritation he felt every time a cat glanced to Dappleswipe before himself. He hadn't been sick that long had he? Shaking the strange mood from himself, Bubblingstar rounded up his deputy, and of course, Slatefoot for a quick patrol. Flowerclan had gone too long without a reminder of who awaited them on the other side of the border!
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 22, 2024 18:17:46 GMT -5
Heavy »
The lush greenleaf forest thrummed with the elegant sound of birdsong and buzzing insects. A clear sky peeked its blue eyes through the thick canopy of maple, beech, and ash trees that made up the southern portion of YewClan’s territory. A warm breeze brought no scents of rain. This moon was a dry one, but a lack of rain did not bring forth a lack of plump prey. If YewClan had one thing going for it, it was that prey was plentiful and greenleaf was proving to be kind. What more could a warrior ask for?
Brushing her pelt against a thicket of ferns to leave her scent behind, Heavy placed her paws delicately down onto the forest floor. They were some ways off from the FlowerClan border, closer to the BurdockClan border, but the war looming over every YewClan’s head remained in the forefront of the calico’s mind. BurdockClan had been nothing but friendly toward YewClan ever since Heavy had become part of the honorable group of warriors, and while not the owner of a high position of power, she was still well aware of how quick political climates could change. One wrong move around the wrong cat could prove disastrous, and the last thing YewClan needed was a war with another bordering Clan.
Heavy paused in her steps. The former loner parted her jaws and took in a deep breath of air, checking the scents that wafted in the nearby area - the thoughts of hostility and war had her creeping toward an uneasy ledge she wanted to back away from, and checking the air for scents was sure to ease some of her worries. All she gathered was the familiar smells of Spottedfur and Thrushfleck, her two patrolmates. Comforted by this revelation, the calico continued on, quickening her pace momentarily to catch up with the two toms she was patrolling alongside.
This stretch of border was rather secure. Nothing stood out to Heavy as she gazed upon the thick bushes and tall trees that she had been calling home for quite a few seasons now. Birdsong continued to feel the air and the breeze remained peaceful as it rustled the leaves and tickled at the pelts of the cats it brushed by. All was as it should be.
Until the breeze changed direction and, with that, came an unfamiliar scent of a cat. A cat that was nearby.
Before she could even hiss a warning to her patrolmates, Spottedfur and Thrushfleck had already turned and made contact with the stranger at their border; squinting her eyes to get a better look before quickly joining Spottedfur and Thrushfleck. The two toms were already speaking with the intruder, Heavy quick to realize that the gray tabby was a kittypet much like how Hazelpelt had been one not that long ago. Odd, she mused to herself, mildly suspicious but more so intrigued by this coincidence, two kittypets just a few moons apart… Typically it was somewhat rare to see house cats this far into the wilderness, but perhaps the nice weather and warmer days were drawing the kittypets out for adventures. Heavy couldn’t blame them. If she were cooped up in a twoleg’s den all the time she’d be itching for exploration as well.
The whistling of claws pulling through air snapped the calico out of her thoughts. Heavy snapped back into the present just in time to watch as the kittypet, clearly scared under the scrutiny of the Clan cats, fumbled an unsheathed strike toward Thrushfleck. Any other time and Heavy would have been the first to jump into the defensive for her son, but she could see how uncoordinated the kittypet was and how he was only acting out of fear.
Another breeze brushed by, and with it came the scent of small, warm bundles of youth that Heavy knew all too well. It was a scent she remembered from her time in the nursery when Thrushfleck, Slatefoot, and Brightleaf had all been tiny bundles of fur.
Kits!
”Spottedfur, Thrushfleck!” Heavy called urgently to her Clanmates, the reason for the kittypet’s desperation suddenly becoming extremely clear to the calico. ”Step away, he has kits!”
Heavy »
A half eaten bluejay lay between Heavy and Brightleaf, Heavy currently swiping her tongue around her jaws to clear any small feathers that had gotten stuck to her fur. Content purrs vibrated from the calico warrior, eyes half closed, tail wrapped around her body, and muscles free of tension. Her last few days had been full of patrols and close calls with FlowerClan warriors, a spat having broken out just the day before. Once again YewClan had been lucky in not receiving any terrible wounds, but Heavy would be lying if she said her shoulder wasn’t a little sore; heated words had been thrown across the border and it didn’t take much for the small border patrols of both Clans to throw themselves at one another. A dilute calico had rammed into Heavy, knocking her off her paws, but that had been the worst blow Heavy had received. The fight had ended as quickly as it had started. They had been fortunate, and every day Heavy was starting to grow more and more thankful for seeing another day. For getting to spend more time with her Clanmates, and most importantly, her family.
”What do you think about Frozenlaurel and his kits?” A few days had passed since Heavy, Spottedfur, and Thrushfleck stumbled upon a lost kittypet and his two little kits. They had been persuaded to try out Clan life and Bubblingstar had allowed the three newcomers to join. The lack of kits had been unsettling for some time now, but seeing both Haykit and Pondkit romping around in the camp and hearing the mewls of young felines in the nursery sent warm hope coursing through Heavy. The recent war had left a gloomy shadow over the camp at all times, but with kits once again, hope remained and gave a spark of light against the darkness. ”They’re cute, aren’t they? I remember when you and your littermates were that little,” Heavy purred.
The memories of her litter as kits sat fondly in the calico’s mind. She had been beyond shocked at first when she had learned she was to have a litter, but pure love had replaced that shock and Heavy couldn’t imagine a world without her kits in it now. There were times she wished her kits were still as small as Haykit and Pondkit were now, but Heavy was also relieved at being able to patrol with her Clan full time at last. Becoming a mother for a second time was not distasteful to Heavy, but should she never mother another litter again she would not be upset. The kits she had now were her pride and joy, a fulfillment to her life she had never thought she had ever wanted until it had happened.
Warm sunshine pooling into camp, Heavy stretched herself out and lay in the golden rays as she lazily awaited her daughter’s response. Camp was peaceful for the time being, a perfect sanctuary for warriors and kits alike.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 22, 2024 18:21:57 GMT -5
[ if anybody wants to discuss/rp out a little scene of some border battles, im totally down for it! i can throw in heavy and slate for it c': ] Slatefoot »
border patrol with bubblingstar - jaybun! & dappleswipe - --
To say Slatefoot was excited to once again be patrolling at Bubblingstar’s side was an understatement. The last few moons had been full of worry over Bubblingstar and whether or not the ginger and white leader would finally recover from his broken bone that had then turned into a festering infection. Slatefoot had noticed him less and less out in the middle of camp, until it had seemed like the tomcat didn’t even exist and Dappleswipe had already assumed the position of Clan leader. Guilt wormed around inside the young warrior’s stomach - she had wanted to check in on her former mentor and pay a visit to him while he had been inside his den recovering, but between the the more frequent patrols and the war with FlowerClan, Slatefoot had not been able to find the time. But now Bubblingstar was back. He was healed by the awe-inspiring work of Stormmask and the mystical abilities of StarClan. The leader looked as fresh as a newly named warrior, and Slatefoot was beyond excited to see her former mentor back in shape.
She followed alongside him with her head and tail held high. His confidence was seeping into her like a plant absorbing sunlight, Slatefoot brimming with inspiration and pride for her Clan. Walking beside Bubblingstar now, it was hard to imagine he had been sick for a few moons. If Slatefoot didn’t know better she would have believed it if a cat told her the mighty tomcat was a new leader ready for anything.
Unbeknownst to the young warrior, however, Bubblingstar had lost a life to his infection. For all she knew Bubblingstar had been strong enough to pull through without the divine intervention of a leader’s nine lives. Slatefoot knew that StarClan had been watching the leader and helped him in his healing process, but she had no idea just how involved the starry ancestors had been in Bubblingstar’s newfound recovery. Ignorance was bliss in this instance. Had she known what truly had happened, Slatefoot would be anxious in letting Bubblingstar outside of camp with a hostile Clan gnawing at their borders. It was the dark-furred molly’s dream to be leader one day, but she knew in order to become leader something would have to happen to Bubblingstar, and Slatefoot couldn’t handle even the thought of losing her beloved former mentor.
Trotting along, Slatefoot brushed her pelt against her leader’s, flashing a toothy grin in his direction. ”Doesn’t it feel so nice to be on patrol again? I bet it was awful being stuck in camp!” Slatefoot hazily recalled when she had had yellowcough back as a kit. Being confined in Stormmask’s den had been terrible, and that had even been before she could go outside of camp. Being confined in a den after knowing the freedom of exploring outside of camp surely had to be torture.
Slatefoot »
feeling content with the little things / shares meal with dappleswipe - --& spottedfur - Sand
Even in the middle of war there could be times of peace.
Slatefoot lay content stretched out in a patch of sunlight. The warmth of greenleaf danced across her pelt as the young molly lay between Spottedfur and Dappleswipe, a plump squirrel being passed between the three of them. Prey had been running well, YewClan was seeing a surge in members after moons of ranks remaining stagnant, and Bubblingstar had recovered from his broken bone and was once again able to lead YewClan with a strong presence. All in the Clan was good save for the war that continued to rage on, but that was in the back of Slatefoot’s mind at the moment. There was another worry that danced about inside her thoughts, but even that worry wasn’t much. The greenleaf heat had been a bit too much for Stemriver the other day, leaving the rosette splashed tom in Stormmask’s den recovering from heat exhaustion. Slatefoot was determined to go check in on her father before the day was over. She knew he’d pull through his sickness in a matter of just a few days, but having a loved one there to check on him would only make his healing process that much quicker.
But right now, as she spent her free time with Spottedfur and Dappleswipe, Slatefoot was happy. There had been a time not that long ago when Slatefoot had been determined to prove her worth to YewClan through battle, but as she lay here in peaceful silence alongside two of her Clanmates, Slatefoot was starting to realize that it was moments like this that was more important than honor and battle. It was being able to just sit back and take a breather with some Clanmates that truly mattered. Even if they were small, this was what it truly meant to be a warrior.
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Post by dewbranch on Apr 23, 2024 9:40:54 GMT -5
Brightleaf - With Heavy (Feathertalon )Brightleaf took a bite of the bluejay that her and her mother were sharing. It was plump and full of flavor, exactly what she wanted in her prey. Although, he mind was on other things than just her prey. One of them was what she wasn't the youngest cat in the clan anymore! Now it was one of the new kits, Haykit or Pondkit. And they were so cute! She wanted kits one day.
"I think that they are very cute! And very welcome, with this war going on" Brightleaf said. The new kits had only arrived the other day, but they were already getting pampered by the entire clan. Brightleaf included. ”They’re cute, aren’t they? I remember when you and your littermates were that little,”
Brightleaf let out a small purr, bringing forth some of her kit memory's. "Were we good kits or bad kits?" She asked. Brightleaf liked to think of herself as the level-headed one in the litter, but truth to be told, they all were pretty level-headed. At least, no one was crazy. "How much trouble did we cause you?"
Brightleaf - Adds feathers to Scarletdrift's nest (+)Brightleaf wanted to do something nice today. Well, she wanted to do something nice everyday, but today she wanted to do something nice for Scarletdrift. The older tom had saved her father from a Flowerclan warrior last moon, and he was heavily injured because of it. Brightleaf padded into the medicine den, with feathers in her jaws.
"Hello Scarletdrift! Are you feeling better today?" She asked, dropping the feathers. "I brought some feathers for you, to make your nest more comfortable" She started to weave the feathering into his nest, and Scarletdrift moved around so she could get the spots where he was laying.
"Thank you Brightleaf! Here, take some for your nest" Scarletdrift said, pulling some of the excess feathers out. "Thank you! I will! Hope you get better soon!" She called as she left the den.
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Post by Sand on Apr 23, 2024 11:34:34 GMT -5
( ooh, new cats! and welcome back, whispering! I’ve been rooting for Scarlet x Spotted. I wonder why Scarlet rejected him? seems like we’ll be waiting a while for official mates.
I will get replies up as soon as I can. )
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Post by grimmreminder on Apr 23, 2024 12:53:42 GMT -5
[ Ooo new cats new cats! I'll be getting up replies shortly myself! Just been a little bit hectic with a new member of my own family irl! Man I would love for Thrush to eventually have a mate down the line it would probably be pretty cute and I'm a sucker for continuing on a family tree. Hopefully I can get the rng to agree with me lmao >;P ]
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Post by grimmreminder on Apr 23, 2024 13:38:01 GMT -5
|| Thrushfleck - Border Patrol - /w: Spottedfur, Heavy [ Feathertalon sand ] ||
Thrushfleck kept up with the border patrol party quite well. He held himself confidently, tail still held high in the air as he walked through what he knew was their territory. Things would be different when they reached the borders, things being much more delicate, but at least in these parts, he could be content. Enjoy the small amount of breeze and the feeling of the sun on his ginger and white pelt. Despite the tensions, the warmer it seemed to get, the more cheer he couldn't fully hold back anymore. Despite everything, life moved on, and there hadn't been a war *yet*. " The sun feels great don'tcha think Spottedfur? Wait.. is that.. " His mood shifted almost immediately upon catching the flash of another cat's pelt in the underbrush. What once was enjoying the peace they had now he was filled with dread and fear. Was this it? Was this the beginning of the war? His fur bristled at the thought as he launched himself forwards towards the intruder first on instinct to protect his home. " Who are you and what are you doing on our lands? " was the first words out of his mouth as he neared the cat. He could feel his gut churn, that this wasn't the danger he initially thought it was as he neared closer. The scent became more clear to him. This wasn't a warrior of either clans, this wasn't a patrol or group attack. His fur began to settle, and the thought to apologize for the more brash introduction came to the forefront of his mind. This was still a possible threat, but if he was merely confused, they could get out of this without a fight couldn't they? " Sorry, maybe I was- " he began to meow out to the intruder but was interrupted by the swing of uncoordinated claws in his direction. " Whoa-! " he called out as he ducked to the side. The maneuver wasn't well trained and easy to dodge when he saw what was happening, but it was still a fair attempt to take a chunk out of his ear. ...Okay fair enough with his introduction maybe. His ears pinned back as his claws unsheathed digging into the dirt below. " I don't want to have to fight you but, " he began again to get cut off. Heavy's next words rang in his ear as he alerted to the situation. This tom had kits? The scared and panicked attack all of sudden made even more sense in Thrushfleck's brain. The pieces finally all falling into place as his stomach twisted itself in guilt. He was about to engage in a fight with a scared father? No. He wouldn't be doing that if he was capable of avoiding. He stepped back, allowing Heavy and her experience as a mother to take over the situation. He was... lost to say the least on what he could do to remedy this. || Thrushfleck - Gives Scarletdrift company + Wants to get to know Stormmask better - /w: Scarletdrift, Stormmask [ sand @dewbranch ||
The fact that Scarletdrift managed to get himself hurt and landed in the medicine den was concerning to his previous apprentice. Thrushfleck watched from a small distance away as Storm-mask seemed to give Scarletdrift an herb combination he wasn't sure he was all that familiar with. All he knew was that while it was disgusting, that stuff really seemed to work. Shaking his fur out, he was filled with new resolve as he padded over to the two in the medicine den. He plopped himself down right next to Scarletdrift, eyeing up the herbs with a scrunched nose- the smell of that stuff was much stronger now that he was right next to them. " I know that stuff helps, but does it taste as bad as it smells? " he finally offered in conversation. Eyes darting between his former mentor and the medicine cat in hopes they would, perhaps, find that he welcomed them both in conversation. It wouldn't hurt to get to know Storm-mask would it? Maybe if he did, he could convince the molly to mix some prey or something good tasting in with the herbs with his best pleading eyes if he got hurt. Though that was then, and this was now. He couldn't blame Scarletdrift if the warrior was.. especially down being stuck in here with a possible war still looming over them. " Whatever happened must of been real bad if it got you down and in here. You're the best fighter I know, and trust me, I would know! You taught me. " he finally settled on. Maybe, getting him to open up about what happened, might help soothe the cat he assumed was down in the dumps.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 23, 2024 19:39:05 GMT -5
Heavy »
Kits were always a blessing no matter what season. They were the future of YewClan and added to their ranks - which was something YewClan desperately needed. There was nothing wrong with being a smaller group of cats, but more members meant more paws to help around with daily tasks such as patrols and cleaning up around camp. Once leaf-fall was ready to come back around Frozenlaurel’s kits would be ready to become apprentices. Even if it was just Haykit and Pondkit the camp would surely become all the more organized and cleaned once apprentices were back on those tasks. Heavy briefly wondered who would mentor the two kits - she was sure any of her three kits would jump at the chance to become a mentor. But perhaps Bubblingstar would pick a more experienced warrior to train the two young cats. Scarletdrift was always a fine mentor to have, but there were also cats like Mistleheart and Stemriver that would surely turn the kits into fine warriors as well.
Heavy’s mind shifted away from mentorship and focused in on the war. Her tail twitched slowly, a faint sigh rolling off her tongue. Even during a war it was comforting to have kits around, but dark thoughts followed alongside. What if FlowerClan decided to raid YewClan’s camp, and if they were willing to go that far, would the kits be safe? What if this war never ended and both Pondkit and Haykit grew up in a war zone? Would they ever get to know the true joys of being a member of YewClan, or would they have to toil and suffer in the middle of a war their entire life?
She was glad to have a question to answer. Blue eyes glancing back toward Brightleaf, Heavy eased the unsettled feeling that had lodged itself into her stomach. She smiled warmly at first before it turned into a teasing grin, whiskers twitching with silent laughter. ”You three were a pawful and a half! Slatefoot was always trying to get under Bubblingstar’s paws, Thrushfleck seemed so interested in herbs as a kit, and you never wanted to leave my side and make friends,” she mewed with love in her voice as she spoke. ”Trying to keep you three in line was hard, but I wouldn’t trade any of you for anything.” Heavy had never yearned for mothership like some mollies did, but having had the experience of raising kits and watching them grow into fine young cats…she’d do it all over again if given the chance. There was something so rewarding about being a mother. ”You tried so hard to keep both me and Slatefoot in good spirits when we have yellowcough some seasons back. You’ve always had a kind heart, Brightleaf,” Heavy purred, eyeing her ginger and white daughter with pure love in her gaze.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Apr 23, 2024 23:11:47 GMT -5
Sand Mistleheart ( Is feeling happy! And is mildly upset that Stormmask has the first pick of the freshkill -). For this moon, Mistleheart has forgoten all the chaos of the war between YewClan and FlowerClan. She welcomed a new cat, a tom and former kittypet, named Frozenlaurel and his kits, Pondkit and Haykit into YewClan. The white and gray she-cat was overjoyed that there were finally kits again in the nursery, and it is not empty like it was for many many moons. Mistleheart loves the two new kits, Pondkit and Haykit to death, and had been visiting them and their father in the nursery often. Mistleheart hoped that she will be able to mentor one of them, the thought of training an apprentice made her heart swell with joy. She can't wait to see the two kits grow into more warriors for YewClan, and was so happy that there were finally kits again in the Clan. Moments like these cause the young she to forget the disastrous war, there hasn't been any more injuries since Scarletdrift got injured, and no one has died yet in the war. Mistleheart suddenly remembered the sudden and swift "recovery" of Bubblingstar's infected wound. The other Clan cats were saying how amazing it was for Stormmask and StarClan to miraculously "save" him from dying. But the white and gray she-cat was suspicous.... The last time she saw Bubblingstar, he was unconscious in the medicine cat den with a foul smelling festering broken bine when she went there to talk to Stormmask. How could an old and frail leader recover from such a nasty broken bone?! Mistleheart suspected that Bubblingstar might of lost his first life... or his second if he lost one moons ago before he became the tired and subdued cat he was now. But still, Mistleheart knew not to ask the old tom if he has lost a life, because that would be very rude. Mistleheart forced her thoughts to believe that Bubblingstar did recover from the festering broken bone. It was such a wonderful thought, she believe that this is really what happened, opposed of him dying from the festering broken bone. Her spirits were high that he recovered and he will be patrolling with his Clanmates again... maybe he will patrol with her, and the new kits of YewClan when they become apprentices. After thinking wondrously for a few heartbeats, Mistleheart got out of her nest and left the warrior's den to go to the fresh-kill pile to eat. A delicious scent of a rabbit wafted into the young warrior's nose, a smell more delicious than the other prey items on the pile. As she padded towards, she noticed that the medicine cat, Stormmask was also padding towards the pile. The dark gray she-cat got there first and grabbed the rabbit that was making the most delicious smell! What made the white and gray warrior angry is that she didn't stop and ask her if she wanted to share with her! Stormmask started biting into the rabbit! Mistleheart hissed and her fur bristled. " I was going to eat that rabbit!" She thought angrily. Mistleheart marched up to the medicine cat, her tail fluffed out, her ears flattened, and breathing hard. She wanted to ask her while she get the first share of the fresh-kill pile for the sunrise. " Stormmask! What make you think you can get the first fresh-kill this morning?! I was also heading there to eat!" Shouted Mistleheart. Mistleheart then took deep breaths, standing a little back. She mustn't get too angry for just one rabbit in the fresh-kill pile! " I get you are hungry and all, but you could've asked if you wanted to share the rabbit with me. I mean, you must've known that I was coming too to the fresh-kill pile. I was heading there at the same time as you!" jaybun! Mistleheart (On a Hunting Patrol with Hazelpelt). Mistleheart padded along with Hazelpelt out in YewClan's territory. Ever since the former she-cat came to YewClan, Mistleheart wanted to get to know her better. The white and gray warrior has been talking with her beside the freshkill pile, asking her how she is doing as a warrior of YewClan, which she replied that she is doing very well. Mistleheart felt like she could be great friends with her, like how she is great friends with Slatefoot. Suddenly, Mistleheart caught a whiff of a lizard when she travelled through a grove of tall trees in the territory. " Hazelpelt, I can smell a lizard! Let's follow the scent." Meowed Mistleheart with a flick of her white tail. Mistleheart and Hazelpelt crouched low, slowly creeping to follow the scent of the lizard. They went into a group of bushes below the thick canopy. After a while, the bushes open up to a view of a lizard basking on a rock, taking in sunlight from a small opening of the canopy. There were buzzes of cicadas in the small opening. Mistleheart cleverly chose to hunt below the canopy, for her and Hazelpelt to avoid getting heat exhaustion, after seeing Stemriver sick in the medicine cat den with it. Mistleheart lowered her haunches and crept very slowly towards it, wanting to show Hazelpelt how much of a great hunter she was. She then pounces, leaping into the air, and biting the lizard's body with her teeth. It went limp under the white and gray warrior's jaws. She padded back to the golden brown she-cat, pride swelling up in her chest. Mistleheart dropped the lizard beside her, and wrapped around Hazelpelt's body with her tail. " You'll be a great warrior, Hazelpelt" Mewed Mistleheart " As long as you keep practicing your hunting and fighting skills."" This lizard may be small, but every kill gives good food for YewClan, and for the leaf-bare in two seasons, we need to be well fed. Leaf-bare can be disastrous, like the one from my apprenticehood." Sitting beside Hazelpelt, her white tail wrapped around her body, Mistleheart let out a warm purr.
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Post by Brownie on Apr 24, 2024 12:43:20 GMT -5
Dappleswipe - on patrol with Bubblingstar jaybun! & Slatefoot FeathertalonYewClan's deputy trailed behind on the border patrol, glad to watch Bubblingstar take the lead. His joy was infectious as he pranced down the trails, healthy and fit, and she could feel his energy boosting her own spirits, just like she hoped all of YewClan would feel seeing their beloved leader on his paws, leading patrols again. YewClan needed a leader to look to during the war, and Dappleswipe was relieved she could step down and let him take the lead--both on patrols, and making the choices for YewClan. She was deputy, and so she'd been expected to lead while Bubblingstar was injured, but Dappleswipe wasn't their leader, not yet, and the pressure to do everything right, to protect her Clanmates from injury, had been heavier than she'd expected. She thought she did a good job, but she was glad Bubblingstar was back and she could let that burden fall from her shoulders. Perhaps that's why she felt so light on her paws, following behind her fellow Clanmates with a smile on her face and enjoying, for the first time since the war started, the warmth of greenleaf and the sun on her fur. Only a small worry soured Dappleswipe's relief, causing the tortoiseshell's scarred tail-tip to flick each time her mind wandered there. A wound such as his didn't heal overnight. She'd seen what it took for a broken bone to heal--Bubblingstar had broken a bone protecting her, as an apprentice, after all, and she'd felt obligated to visit him during his recovery--and the state of his injury wasn't good. She would have worried a lot more if she'd thought it was serious enough to take all his lives, but she knew it wasn't that bad. She hoped Bubblingstar and Stormmask would have confided in her if it was. So she hadn't asked, hadn't pushed. But she did worry, just a little bit, about how many lives Bubblingstar lost that he hadn't told her about. She did worry that she might be unexpectedly thrust into leadership, unprepared and without warning, from something as simple as a cough or an infected claw wound. Certainly Bubblingstar would tell her when he's on his last life? If only so she could prepare--mentally, emotionally--for leadership? Dappleswipe let the warm sunlight and Bubblingstar's low laughter soothe away her worries. They were for a later time. For now, she would enjoy his health, as she should be. Dappleswipe trotted up closer to her two Clanmates and allowed their easy company to lighten her spirits.
Sharing prey with Slatefoot Feathertalon and Spottedfur sandThe fat squirrel was exactly what Dappleswipe needed. A full belly and warm sunlight in the safety of YewClan's camp, surrounded by the pelts of familiar Clanmates and the ever-present fog of YewClan scent put Dappleswipe into a relaxed mood. Right now, she wasn't YewClan's acting deputy. She was just Dappleswipe, Slatefoot and Spottedfur's Clanmate. "So, Spottedfur," she said lightly, flicking a paw against the leaves as she stretched. "How are you and Scarletdrift doing?" She lightened the prying with a slow blink, but curiosity burned in Dappleswipe's eyes. Any cat could see that the two toms were friendly--that Scarletdrift was the only cat in YewClan that Spottedfur ever sought out--and well, YewClan was short on personal drama lately. Heavy and Stemriver had kits, sure, but whatever they had never went further than that. Dappleswipe's attention wandered to the healer's den. Stemriver was there, with heat exhaustion, as was Scarletdrift with his claw wound. She really should take some time to visit both toms. But that could wait until after her meal.
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Post by Brownie on Apr 24, 2024 16:07:37 GMT -5
[[ bruh I was panicking a little this morning and feeling bad that I just got the Dappleswipe replies up an hour before the moon day, and now I'm late because I wanted to do an annotated Darkest Dungeon modded run for my den (which is... longer than it should have been lmaO) but it's wednesday. It's not moon day. smh
also I'm going to be ghost writing some basic responses for Dappleswipe while Lazz is away~ Mostly just the patrol replies and important reactions, just so she has something ^^ ]]
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Post by jaybun! on Apr 24, 2024 16:14:56 GMT -5
absolutely understand the need to darkest dungeon, it gets me hooked every other year. i'll be putting hazel's prompt up in a few!
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Post by jaybun! on Apr 24, 2024 16:37:48 GMT -5
HAZELPELT - Hunting with Mistleheart! " Oh!" Hazelpelt flushed as Mistleheart snuggled up to her, " I- thank you Mistleheart, that means a lot. I hope you're right." She had been under the impression that Mistleheart had merely tolerated her, but maybe they could be friends after all? Hazel timidly returned the molly's purr, glancing over the admittedly tiny lizard. It didn't look like much...but if Mistleheart was sure it was a good sign, then Hazelpelt would hope so too! She would hate to see the clan go hungry, and if this was what it took... " M-maybe after we're done hunting, we can share something?" She mewed quietly, bolstered by the other's friendliness and the soupy heat of midday.
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Post by Brownie on Apr 24, 2024 16:45:46 GMT -5
absolutely understand the need to darkest dungeon, it gets me hooked every other year. i'll be putting hazel's prompt up in a few! Right? I've been playing through black reliquary now that it's out of beta and it's awesome! the modding community for the game really makes it great tbh ]]
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