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Post by Sapphirejas on Apr 30, 2024 14:35:41 GMT -5
MORE KITS?! Yay!!! And Stemriver and Heavy are now official! ❤️
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Post by grimmreminder on Apr 30, 2024 14:49:03 GMT -5
[ Its alright brownie! And oh boy Thrush is once again an older brother! > : D Congrats to Heavy and Stem it was.. probably about time they finally made it official haha. Working on posts now~ ]
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Post by grimmreminder on Apr 30, 2024 14:56:18 GMT -5
|| Thrushfleck - Patrol & jokes - /w: Brightleaf, Stemriver [ leafpelt11 dewbranch ] ||Thrushfleck stretched out as he padded alongside his very slightly younger sister. If he had anything to say about it, he was the first born, and therefore the older brother despite being littermates. It was good to keep themselves on their toes, and a good day to keep their sparring skills sharp was always needed. His father had brought home kittens, and Thrushfleck was quick to jump into 'lighten the atmosphere' mode. After all, there would always be mixed emotions about such half-siblings, and frankly, at the moment he didn't want to really talk about it. " Hey Brightleaf, you think I'm strong enough to finally beat Stemriver in a fight? Scarletdrift passed on the best to his apprentice after all. " he let out a soft chuckle at his own attempts at teasing. " Gotta work twice as hard to make sure we don't get forgotten when it comes to the new fluffballs. "He padded carefully around the little training arena, flexing the muscles in his legs underneath the fluffy coat that usually hid and covered them. He wasn't the most renowned fighter within the camp, but that was why as an apprentice he was given to a skilled fighter to make up for his lack of natural skill in that department. Hunting had always come more naturally to him, the natural born gift of his mother. He eyes up Stemriver as he finally gets into a worthy battle stance. " Hey, watch this- I bet I can knock you over first try! " he grins and without so much as a second meow he had set off in his grand display.... of something a little less than grace. You see, Thrushfleck had overestimated his running leap, intending to charge head first into Stemriver's side and bowl him over with sheer willpower alone. Though his paws, and a well placed twig he hadn't paid attention to, had another idea. He winced inwardly at the misplaced paw step as the twig caused him to slip, his claws unsheathing in an attempt to dig into the dirt and keep him steady- but it was already too late. With a glorious thump Thrushfleck had eaten dirt. With a pained grunt he finally lifted his head after a few moments of shocked silence. His muzzle sure scraped against the ground good, and he wasn't fully certain if he had gotten away without a twisted paw. " Note to self: vengeance must be enacted on all stick kind. " He let out a pained laugh, hating the way any movement made his muzzle sting worse, and Starclan, did it sting. || Thrushfleck - Hard Conversation - /w: Spottedfur [ sand ] ||
It had been some time since the last patrol with the fox incident had ended. Since then, Thrushfleck could have SWORN Spottedfur had been deliberately avoiding him. He always got a sinking feeling in his stomach whenever he saw the tom- like something was very much wrong. He just couldn't place what- did Spottedfur really dislike him that much? Is that why they had to argue on every little thing even if Thrushfleck only wanted the best for his clan and family? Today, he resolved, that he was going to corner the elder tom and get some answers. Thus he waited until roughly sundown, when he was finally able to catch the elder tom alone. This wasn't a situation he really wanted an audience for, after all, it was best if they didn't see Thrushfleck look so.. dejected compared to his bright and sunny self. Padding up to the tom, he interjected immediately by speaking to lock him within the societal trap of conversation before he could up and walk away. " Spottedfur, do you really hate me so much you won't even look at me? Speak to me? " Well, today Thrushfleck wasn't beating around the bush. He let the question hanging over his head fly out of his mouth without allowing himself to think or rather overthink his words. " If this is about the fox, I thought it was understood. I was worried, we have kits at home- and it was close to camp. I didn't want anyone getting hurt. " Thrushfleck could feel his ears pinning back. Instead of fluffing up in anger though, instead he felt like shrinking in on himself in sadness. Maybe, if he tried really hard, he could just become a puddle on the floor instead.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 30, 2024 16:40:34 GMT -5
[ more kits already?! O: heck yeah!! This is the luckiest YewClan has been in,,,forever And heavy x stem is official<3 that’s so sweet, but hilarious that they become mates after stem brings back two kits that may or may not be his I won’t be able to get all my replies up today but I’ll try and at least get one or two tonight! ]
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Post by jaybun! on Apr 30, 2024 16:41:03 GMT -5
new kits!!! stemriver really making it his mission to pad out yewclan's numbers singlehandedly
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Post by whispering on Apr 30, 2024 16:42:53 GMT -5
Haykit is helping clean the nursery//
Being confined to the medicine den for a whole moon had grown incredibly repetitive. She'd start the morning chatting with Stormmask, and then her father and Pondkit would come and visit her. She'd go into the clearing for a while and then return to the den to sleep. Her father had come to join her eventually after a nasty fight with a dog. That had been a pleasant change, helping Stormmask tend to her father. Pondkit would come to visit, but eventually, his visits became more Stormmask-centered, asking all about boring, disgusting herbs. But stars, Haykit was tired of the medicine den! She was sure she had every crevice and corner memorized by now, as well as the easy remedies for healing.
Now, she wanted nothing more than to leave the medicine den. Be helpful elsewhere. Her wound was nothing more than a scab(Her first scar! She teased Pondkit about it often), and she couldn't even feel it. She wanted to go and help Heavy and Stemriver with the kits- they were so cute and tiny! She wasn't the smallest anymore; it was Haykit's duty now to help with Drizzlekit and Cinderkit. But every cat always kept a close eye on her. If she strayed too far, someone would catch her.
But not today, her father was resting in his nest, and Stormmask wasn't here. The clearing looked empty enough. Without much more consideration, the little she-kit darted across the clearing and into the nursery. Giving a small puff of relief when she realized she made it unscathed.
Turning her attention to the den, she saw the two tiny kits sleeping peacefully. But the den was in disarray since the last time she'd come to visit. Even the bedding she usually shared with Pondkit was stale. Haykit snorted; of course, her brother hadn't been much help. Well, Haykit, time to prove yourself. She thought with a determined nod.
The gray kit spent the evening clearing the dirty moss from the nursery, waiting for the kit's parents to return before clearing their bedding. By the time she was finished, Haykit felt more than accomplished. Time away from the medicine den had surely paid off, being productive was a rewarding feeling. What better way was there to show her worthiness before the next moon when she'd be apprenticed? Giving the nursery one final scan, Haykit purred, turning tail and scampering off back to the medicine den. A feeling of warmth overtook her. And a spark of excitement for her future.
✰✰✰ ( Brownie , this could be the reason dapple is upset with her if you'd like?)
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Post by leafpelt11 on Apr 30, 2024 17:58:29 GMT -5
Stemriverdecides to tell where the kits came from ”I know you all have been waiting” he knew he was going to tell it was his sister’s kits, but he didn’t know if anyone would believe him. ”These kits belong to my sister.” He mewed. Most cats looked unconvinced but he was being truthful.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 30, 2024 18:57:13 GMT -5
Heavy »
notices how well she works with spottedfur, lets drizzlekit snuggle into her fur announces she is now mates with stemriver - leafpelt11
Heavy and Spottedfur may not have always gotten along with one another, but there must have been some spark of a connection during their talk last moon. Since then the two had been working quite well together, bouncing off one another when it came to thoughts and ideas while on patrol or helping around camp. They weren’t left in awkward silences any longer, and Spottedfur seemed to actually want Heavy to be around when the two crossed paths. Perhaps selfishly, the best part of their newfound camaraderie was that Heavy had been instilled with a new confidence inside her. Insecurities still bubbled underneath her pelt like fish swimming in the creek, but the calico, spurred on by Spottedfur’s recent attempt at finding love, pushed her luck, and on a day she and Stemriver had managed to sneak away from camp together, Heavy had finally managed to tell Stemriver how she felt about him. They had always been friends from the beginning, starting an immediate bond while Heavy had been stuck in the medicine cat den during her first few seasons in YewClan. Their friendship had then turned into something more and along came kits, but the two had never pushed their relationship any further. Until now. After seasons of being close, after co-raising a litter together, after watching those kits grow into fine warriors, Heavy and Stemriver were finally mates.
The calico still couldn’t believe it as she sat beside her close friend - no, her mate - in the main atrium of camp. YewClan had been abuzz lately by the shocking appearance of Stemriver returning to camp with two newborn kits in his jaws just a few days prior, and Heavy herself had been shocked at the sight, immediately assuming the same that most, if not all, her Clanmates had - Stemriver had mated with a molly outside the Clans and had the gall to bring the kits back. The thought had stung Heavy, but she had held her tongue and kept up a friendly face toward Stemriver; they had not been mates at the time of this incident, so who was she to feel sorrow and something like envy for a queen she knew not? Come to find out her feelings had been premature. Stemriver had soon announced that the kits were that of his sister. Why she had given the kits up, Heavy had no idea. She could only assume Stemriver’s sister was afraid of the truth about her kits getting out, that they were only half Clan, and from what Heavy knew of FlowerClan, well…she didn’t think half Clan kits would have a happy life ahead of them. Having witnessed the kits herself, seeing just how small and helpless they were, Heavy knew she couldn’t be mad at them even if they had been Stemriver’s offspring. They reminded her too much of her own litter back when they had first been born, how small and vulnerable Thrushfleck, Brightleaf, and Slatefoot had been in their first few days of life. She had no milk of her own but that didn’t stop the calico from snuggling into the kits and offering them her warmth, purring with love as Drizzlekit had snuggled deep into her pelt. Spending time with the two had rekindled her yearning for another litter of her own, but should that not be in the cards then she was at least content with the kits she did have and eager to help Stemriver raise another litter even if they weren’t her own, or even Stemriver’s.
The Clan would soon be brimming with excitement at the news both Heavy and Stemriver had decided to share publicly. Her new mate would be in the spotlight once again, though Heavy was confident that this time the Clan would be more excited and a lot less wary than they had been when Stemriver brought back newborn kits with him. No, this time the Clan would rejoice at the change in the two cats’ relationship. Just as greenleaf had changed into leaf-fall, Heavy and Stemriver had gone from close friends, to steadfast lovers.
As a warm breeze drifted into camp, greenleaf warmth still clinging on in hopes that it could return, Heavy nudged Stemriver affectionately before pushing herself to her paws. She glanced around with blue eyes brimming with joy, her mostly white tail waving through the air to grab the attention of her Clanmates who were all settling into their sunhigh meals. ”I have news!” Heavy called out. She was reminded of the time when she announced to the Clan she was expecting kits, yet this time she was filled with joy and love, rather than nerves and uncertainty. ”Stemriver and I are now mates!”
[ have this reply for now, i'll try to get at least one more up before i go to bed! ]
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Post by grimmreminder on Apr 30, 2024 19:02:56 GMT -5
[ Ended up having more time so here's my last post for now until responses lol ] || Thrushfleck - A healthy dose of teasing & helping spottedfur - /w: Scarletdrift [ dewbranch ] ||The only minorly injured tom sauntered his way out of the medicine den after getting poked and prodded with various herbs as he playfully would put it. Thankfully, it had stopped the unending itching and stinging that came from scraping your muzzle across the ground. He made his way to his former mentor, the skilled warrior wasn't in the medicine den when he went, so he figured he'd be able to find him around camp. He carefully sat next to the tom, not wanting to risk another incident when this embarrassing story he knew would inevitably be held over his head by his siblings for moons to come. " Scarletdrift, why oh why did you not warn me in training of our archnemesis? How was I supposed to know it would be sticks! Sticks Scarletdrift! " at least he seemed to find his own words amusing as he purred his embarrassment away. His gaze then followed Scarletdrift's own, unsure of just what he was looking for or even doing before he had joined him. This just left Thrushfleck to come to his own conclusions as he gently bumped shoulders with the other warrior. " What? Looking for Spottedfur again? I don't know why you're so keen on holding yourself back. I've never seen you smile so much before! I know none of my jokes hit the right spot. "
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 30, 2024 20:56:08 GMT -5
Heavy »
With the change of seasons and greenleaf no longer upon them, it was now or never in finding some crucial herbs if the Clan wanted to see themselves through another upcoming leaf-bare. Greenleaf was dwindling away with each passing day, of this Heavy was unfortunately reminded of every morning when she awoke and found herself fluffing her pelt out to stop the chill from getting into her bones. Knowing from experience how sickness could take over a Clan when the season turned cold, Heavy did not need to be asked twice when Stormmask and Mistleheart had approached her and asked if she’d be willing to accompany them in gathering herbs.
Two leaf-bares ago Heavy had been struck with yellowcough along with Slatefoot, who had been just a kit back then. Seasons later she could still remember vividly how harsh the sickness had felt, how clogged it had made her chest feel and how difficult it made it to breathe. Doing anything that required exertion had tightened her lungs and caused her to wheeze and cough until her throat was sore and her eyes watery. Slatefoot had been the same way, though the little kit had been stubborn at times in trying to sneak away from the medicine cat den to play with her littermates or even pester Bubblingstar about his role as leader. Despite her antics even while sick, there had been a few times in which Heavy feared that her little kit would not wake up from her nighttime slumber. Fortunately, Slatekit had pulled through, and now she was a tough warrior with a strong love of her Clan and a flaming ambition that pumped through her veins.
Last leaf-bare had not been as cold and harsh as the one before it, but sickness had still plagued the Clan for some moons. Heavy had been lucky in remaining healthy, yet it had been her other daughter, Brightleaf, that had fallen ill with yellowcough. It felt like Brightleaf had lay in Stormmask’s den for seasons with the sickness, doing all she could to fight off the illness that tried to take control of her lungs and take the breath right out of her body. Heavy had been worried about Brightleaf as well, and with luck on their side, the ginger and white molly had pulled through. Having dealt with yellowcough herself and watching two of her kits struggle with the disease, Heavy was determined to stop the ailment before it even had a chance to strike.
Despite the fact that Heavy was a warrior, she had lived inside the medicine cat den for seasons while she had recovered from a broken back. In her time there she had learned a variety of herbs and what they looked like. Her knowledge was not as vast as Stormmask’s, but Heavy could easily tell the difference between marigold and goldenrod, or recite with ease what juniper berries helped with versus what feverfew was used for. It was this knowledge that helped the calico discover a bush with some of the purple flowers still in bloom.
Excitement tingled through the warrior as she rushed forward to where she had spotted the bush. Hidden among brush that still clung to life, the lungwort could have easily been missed if not for the vibrant hue of the flowers that it possessed. ”Stormmask, Mistleheart, I found some!” The molly called out happily, wasting no more time, Heavy began gingerly picking some of the flowers off with her teeth. Hopefully what they collected today would be enough to see them through leaf-bare.
Slatefoot »
border patrol with bubblingstar, wants to get to know him better - jaybun! dappleswipe - --& asks for raspberry from stormmask - Sand
Slatefoot stalked through the crinkling undergrowth on silent paws, her eyes narrowed and watching carefully for any signs of movement that may tip off the approach of an enemy. War with FlowerClan was long over with now with peace established between the two Clans, but the season was changing, warm sunny days turning to dreary chilling winds. Prey still ran through the forest of YewClan, but it was apparent that the mice weren’t as plump as they had been a moon ago, the squirrels not as slow on their paws like they had been. Life was about to get hard for the Clan once more, and Slatefoot was determined to see that all her Clanmates make it through the coming moons that were sure to bring hunger, sickness, and strife. Not only did she feel the need to take her patrols more seriously, but YewClan, for once, had an abundance of kits. Frozenlaurel and his litter would need food and protection, and just the other day, Stemriver, Slatefoot’s very own father, had returned to camp with newborn kits dangling from his jaws. The dark molly had been in awe at the sight of the little creatures, so fragile and tiny that she had almost mistaken them for mice until she had gotten a closer look. She had then assumed what most of her Clanmate had, that little Drizzlekit and Cinderkit were her new half-siblings. Slatefoot had been ready to accept them as such, but Stemriver had then announced to the Clan that the kits belonged to his sister. That made the two kits still kin of Slatefoot, but she had already decided that instead of her cousins, they would be her siblings. She cared not about their backstory or why her aunt had given them to Stemriver. What she cared about was making sure they grew up big and strong. They were going to make the Clan proud, and Slatefoot was determined to keep them safe and well-fed during the upcoming harsh moons.
She remained silent as she prowled alongside Bubblingstar and Dappleswipe, pleased that she had been put on a patrol with her leader and deputy once more. A hopeful part of Slatefoot wanted to believe that her former mentor and his deputy’s constant invitations to patrols meant something important was about to happen - perhaps she truly was being prepared for the title of deputy, or better yet, leader. Maybe this meant Bubblingstar was secretly assessing her skills as a warrior to see if she would make a good mentor for Haykit or Pondkit once they became ‘paws. It wouldn’t be much longer before they were promoted to apprentices. Slatefoot suppressed a shiver of excitement. Surely Bubblingstar could see that she was ready to become a mentor.
Her pace slowed momentarily as her gaze drifted toward the old ginger and white tom. Since Slatefoot’s warrior ceremony the two had not been able to spend as much time together. Slatefoot understood that she was no longer Bubblingstar’s responsibility, and as the leader grew older, he was not as large of a presence in camp as he once had been back when Slatefoot had just been a kit. The warrior picked up her pace ever so slightly, inching closer toward the tom she had looked up to since she could remember. What had been going on inside his head as of late? How was he truly getting along with age creeping up on him and the seasons changing? It was disheartening to realize that she didn’t just have these answers already. Slatefoot suppressed a sigh. She needed to spend more time with her former mentor if she wanted to satisfy the desire to know more about him.
In her reverie Slatefoot had lost the intense focus she had had earlier. It came as a surprise to her when the BurdockClan border’s scent smacked her in the nose; jumping back, Slatefoot hissed, lashing her tail in annoyance while about to give a scathing remark when another surprise appeared almost out of nowhere.
Brown tabby fur, spiked like a pinecone, flashed through the bushes right alongside the border as a young tomcat, no older than seven moons, appeared. The young tom was clearly distressed, his amber eyes as wide as the full moon and his chest heaving with each gasping breath he took. It was clear that he was of no threat, Slatefoot assuming he was being chased by a larger predator or some sort, yet she was once again stopped from saying anything when the young tabby began spouting off words in a frantic rush. ”Falconwind, she…she’s - help! Kits are coming, Rippleshock’s worried she won’t - won’t make it! Please, Rippleshock said raspberry leaves…ca-can we have some? She’s going-”
Before Bubblingstar or even Dappleswipe could say a word, before the young apprentice could even finish his stammering words, Slatefoot was off. Through the brush and trees she fled, blessing StarClan for giving her such quick legs. She was back in camp before she could even get all of her thoughts processed, haring straight into Stormmask’s den. ”Stormmask! I need raspberry leaves, quick!” She hoped to all her ancestors that Stormmask wouldn’t bombard her with a thousand questions and would just give her the herbs she needed right away. The brown tabby was clearly shaken. If anymore time was wasted, then Falconwind and her kits could very well join StarClan.
Slatefoot »
was unable to hang out with mistleheart - -
Wistfully Slatefoot watched as Stormmask whisked Mistleheart away for a herb gathering patrol. She knew how important it was that the Clan be well stocked with herbs now that leaf-fall had made its presence known, but Slatefoot’s heart longed to spend some much needed quality time with Mistleheart. It had been too long since the two mollies had been able to truly hang out with one another, whether it be hanging around one another on a hunt, or simply strolling along one of the many borders YewClan shared with another Clan. A lot had happened in the last moon that Slatefoot wanted to talk to Mistleheart about, wanted to know what the mostly white molly thought about it all.
Stemriver had finally recovered from his heat exhaustion, and almost as soon as he had been able to leave Stormmask’s den he had brought back two little kits. No matter their origin Slatefoot was already entranced by the little wriggling kits that were her kin - siblings or not. The desire to protect them and watch them grow big and strong was more than Slatefoot could have ever imagined, and she wanted to sit around with Mistleheart and find out what the older warrior thought of the two newest additions to YewClan. Did Mistleheart think they were just as cute as Slatefoot thought they were? Was Mistleheart excited about their appearance, glad to see that a new generation of YewClan was secured? Did she also wonder why their mother, Stemriver’s sister and Slatefoot’s aunt, felt the urge to give her kits up to her brother? Was FlowerClan really such a scary place to grow up in that even a mother would be willing to part with her newborn kits in hopes that they would receive a better life? That thought was enough to cause Slatefoot’s pelt to ruffle with unease - FlowerClan blood ran through her veins whereas she had not an ounce of YewClan blood. Did her kin across the border truly live in such a barbaric way that families were scared enough to part with one another? Stemriver had left for a reason…and whatever that reason was, it was clear that it had been horrible enough for him to ditch everything he had ever known to join another Clan.
Slatefoot shook these thoughts away, urging herself to think about the one thing this moon that brought her so much joy she was sure she was going to explore into a pile of dark rosette fur. For as long as she had been alive her parents, Heavy and Stemriver, had been on friendly terms. They had always had a strong bond from what she had heard, and when she and her littermates had been born it had come to no surprise that Stemriver had fathered Heavy’s litter. Yet even as they raised kits alongside one another, the two had never become anything more than friends. But just the other day, while the camp was full of cats sharing tongues and eating their sunhigh meal, Heavy and Stemriver had announced to all of YewClan that they were finally mates. Slatefoot had nearly jumped out of her fur in delight, rushing up to her parents and congratulating them between the affectionate head bumps and licks she had pelted the two with. Knowing how much they cared for one another made it somewhat saddening that they had never become mates, but now all of that was gone. Heavy and Stemriver were finally an official couple, and Slatefoot couldn’t be happier.
This was also something she couldn’t help but wonder what Mistleheart thought. Mistleheart had practically been raised by Heavy before she had had Slatefoot and her littermates. Surely the other warrior was just as excited and happy for the new mates as Slatefoot was. But, alas, this was something she wouldn’t get answers to just yet. Slatefoot would just have to wait and hope that, once Mistleheart was back, the white and gray molly would be willing to spare some time and chat with Slatefoot. It would be nice to just catch up with one another. Gossiping about the recent events with Mistleheart would surely brighten Slatefoot’s day - then again, just getting to spend time with Mistleheart no matter what they did was always enough to put a smile on the younger warrior’s face and leave a happy purr dancing in her throat.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Apr 30, 2024 20:59:40 GMT -5
Sand Feathertalon Mistleheart (herb gathering with Stormmask and Heavy, and saw a Twoleg with a dog) Mistleheart padded out of camp, following Stormmask and Heavy. She doesn't get along with the medicine cat, Stormmask very well, but the white furred she-cat enjoyed her presence. Greenleaf let go of it's warmth this moon, leaving breezes of cool air blowing past Mistleheart. A few of the leaves in the trees were starting to change color. It was the start of leaf-fall, and Mistleheart was nervous for the upcoming leaf-bare, not as much as last leaf-bare as before that leaf-bare was the one that brought yellowcough and death. Mistleheart was on a herb-collecting patrol with Heavy and the Clan's medicine cat, Stormmask. They were looking for lungwort to treat some. She, Heavy and Stormmask padded towards some yellow flowering plants. Mistleheart didn't want to be on this patrol, as she didn't get along with Stormmask. " Stormmask, Mistleheart I've found some!" Mewed Heavy excitedly. " Those are lungwort?" Mewed Mistleheart dimly, gazing at the yellow flowers. She wasn't familiar with identifying herbs because she was a warrior, not a medicine cat. She also wasn't very interested in them. Despite this, she started helping Heavy and Stormmask gather the yellow-flowered plants. Suddenly, from the corner of Mistleheart's eyes, she saw a Twoleg walking a big brown dog in YewClan's territory! Mistleheart stopped gathering lungwort and stared at them, frozen in fear. The young warrior's fur bristled with worry for her Clanmates, she raised her hackles and flattened her ears. Her heart started to beat faster! " What is a Twoleg and dog doing in YewClan's territory?!" Thought Mistleheart, terrified. But the Twoleg and the dog has gone. Mistleheart decided not to interrupt Stormmask and Heavy gathering the lungwort since this was a herb-gathering patrol, not a border patrol! starstrucknight Mistleheart (Swaps prey with Frozenlaurel +) Mistleheart was shocked and angry, like almost all the other Clanmates when Stemriver brought two tiny kits, named Drizzlekit and Cinderkit into camp! She didn't expect more kits to arrive into the Clan so soon, after Frozenlaurel and his kits, Pondkit and Haykit joined the Clan. She didn't know where Stemriver got the kits from, and she really thought Stemriver was loyal to YewClan, not FlowerClan! She growled and snapped at Stemriver about why he is no longer loyal to YewClan by having kits with a FlowerClan cat (his birth Clan). That was until he told the whole Clan that they were his sister's kits. The white furred she-cat didn't know that Stemriver had a sibling from FlowerClan. And she didn't believe his story, as she thought he was saying it to make an excuse that he is loyal to YewClan. But as sunrises pass, after spending time visiting Heavy and the new kits, she forgave Stemriver, as she felt love to the precious kits. Mistleheart was very excited for the Clan when Heavy announced that she is now mates with Stemriver. She knew that they always had a deep friendship with each other, but Mistleheart thought they didn't have that much romantic feelings. But small tensions always remain between her and the gray and white tom. But when Frozenlaurel was injured by a dog, it made the white and gray warrior worried for him. What if the wound gets infected?! She deeply cared for her Clanmates of her home, and didn't want anything to happen to them! Padding out of the warrior's den after a long sleep in the morning, Mistleheart noticed Frozenlaurel out of the medicine cat den, eating a squirrel from the fresh-kill pile. Mistleheart knew that he would be returning to the medicine cat den soon, and decided to use the time to share tongues with him. Mistleheart walked to the freshkill pile and grabbed a fish. She hasn't actually tried it before, and was too scared to do so in case she didn't like it. But Mistleheart was feeling brave and adventurous for new food types. She gazed at Frozenlaurel. " Good morning Frozenlaurel, how are you feeling this morning?" Mewed Mistleheart. She was worried about his injury. " How are the kits?" After she asked the light gray tom about he and his kits are doing, Mistleheart bit into the fish. As she chewed it, her white face scrunched up. Fish tasted like crowfood, and she hated the texture of the fish scales in her mouth. She gazed at the squirrel that Frozenlaurel was eating. It looked and smelt delicious, much better than the fish that she was trying out. " Frozenlaurel, would you like to swap prey with me? I don't really like this fish." Meowed Mistleheart, smiling and looking into his light yellow eyes.
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Post by dewbranch on Apr 30, 2024 21:16:00 GMT -5
Scarletdrift - Talking with Thrushfleck & Dazzling PeltScarletdrift had been released from the medicine den a few days prior, and so far life had been doing him well. Well, him and Yewclan. Stemriver had brought back some kits, and then a few days later Heavy and Stemriver announced that they would be mates. Scarletdrift was happy for the new couple, but part of him stabbed with envy. One, because he had some feelings for the molly. She had survived a broken back and yellowcough, as well as giving birth to a litter of three healthy warriors. Two, because yes, he had some feelings for Spottedfur. But then again, the older tom had been acting a little, mad lately. Scarletdrift suspected that was because of the rejection.
But now who did he have? He didn't have Spottedfur, who he wasn't on great terms with at the moment, and he didn't have Heavy, who had her own mate and kits. He didn't even have his own kits to look after! It sometimes seemed that he had failed in life. Failed to protect his kits, failed to love again. And now where was he now? Alone.
So, what could he do? Scarletdrift didn't really know. One way he had found to cope was to make himself look shiny. Scarletdrift was grooming his pelt now, all the way through. He wanted to look dazzling. But, not to dazzling. Scarletdrift didn't want to outshine the rest of his clan by that much.
From the corner of his eye, Scarletdrift spotted Thrushfleck, his former apprentice. The young warrior had fell on his face while trying to show off to his father on patrol, but he had kept his joking manor it seemed. "Well, I didn't think I would need to! After all, I thought you could defeat any stick!" He said, joking along. But his doubting thoughts might have taken the humor out of his voice. "Spottedfur is a good cat Thrushfleck, and I do admit, I have some feelings for him. But, I may have ruined it, rejecting him the first time. And he seems pretty sour around me now"
Scarletdrift - Patrol with Spotterfur and Hazelpelt (Sand, jaybun!)
Today they were going hunting! This was one of Scarletdrift's first patrols after he had recovered, and he was spending time with Hazelpelt and Spottedfur. It was a nice and sunny afternoon, and everycat was in high spirts. It seemed that, if only for the day, Spottedfur didn't seem so mad at him, and they were back to being good friends again. A small breeze whooshed through the branches of the trees above them, sending a ruffle through Scarletdrift's pelt.
By now, they had gotten a pretty good haul. A mouse, a sparrow, and a squirrel. The clan would have a good meal tonight! But just ahead, was a thrush. They were Scarletdrift's favorite prey, and smelling it made his mouth water. He krept closer and closer until... he pounced!, killing it with a swift bite to the neck.
But, he was so hungry, and they had been hunting all afternoon, he should be able to take a bite, yes? And Spottedfur was here, surely he wouldn't tell Bubblingstar? Well, he had already made up his mind. Scareltdrift ate the thrush in a few gulps, not even bothering tell the others what he was doing. Ah. Now he felt better, and he thought he could at least make one more catch before the patrol would retire.
(I'll get Brightleaf up tomorrow! And Ah! Cinderkit looks so cute!)
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Post by starstrucknight on May 1, 2024 2:15:41 GMT -5
《◇Frozenlaurel◇》
Everything happening at camp did bring a rush of belonging through Frozenlaurel, he was glad there were more kits now and hoped his own would get along with them, it did make him feel closer to the clan which did make him wonder if he was doing enough. It didn't take long for Frozenlaurel to figure out what to do, he would go and try to hunt some prey to prove his worth, his mind was set on that and he headed out. Frozenlaurel had always been curious about things and followed a scent that seemed rather interesting, time passed quickly without him noticing and he eventually caught the scent of a mouse quickly deciding to go after it when he heard a loud rustling from a bush behind him. He spun quickly but too late before a mass of fur charged into him, Frozenlaurel instantly recognised the animal as a dog, the twoleg owner was nowhere in sight. The dog almost immediately turned back to face him and charged again, jaws open and sharp white teeth showing until Frozenlaurel felt them close over his shoulder, he shrieked in pain and clawed the dog until it let him go. Although the bite was painful he wasted no time in running away back towards the clan. Once he was sure the dog wasn't chasing him, Frozenlaurel slowed down, the bite had left him in pain and he could feel the blood matting his fur together, he groaned quietly to himself but focused on getting back to the den. He wondered to the medicine den where he let Stormmask help with his bite wound. He had been surprised to find out Haykit had been injured, it had worried him but he knew she was being well looked after by the other cats, he was glad that both his kits seemed to have settled in well. ◇◇◇
Frozenlaurel woke up after a refreshing nap, he had been feeling better since his wound had been cleaned and sleep had done it's part in helping with the healing, he could still feel a dull pain that would become sharp if he moved too suddenly but it didn't feel as bad anymore. With this, he felt a pang of hunger and pulled himself to his paws before heading out the medicine den to get some food. He picked out a squirrel from the fresh kill pile and had taken a bite when he noticed Mistleheart wander over and choose a fish, he glanced over curiously and listened to the questions she asked him "Good morning, I'm doing okay, just a slight pain with the bite still, how are you?" He asked back with a small smile before replying again "They're good, seem to be getting on well here!" Frozenlaurel spoke enthusiastically, he did have his worries about how the kits would settle into clan life but they did seem to be settling in. In thought, he took another bite from his squirrel before hearing Mistlehearts question, he glanced at the fish before nodding "Sure!" He spoke returning her smile and placed the squirrel beside her. Frozenlaurel had been fed fish a few times as a kittypet but it had always come in a can rather than fresh, he had liked the taste even if it was rather bland and had wondered what fresh fish would taste like so Mistlehearts offer to swap was welcomed.
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Post by jaybun! on May 1, 2024 15:57:45 GMT -5
BUBBLINGSTAR - Border Patrol with Dappleswipe & Slatefoot Life in Yewclan was good, at least for the moment. The nursery was full, prey ran, the injured were few. Still, a strange sense of anxiety grasped at Bubblingstar's heart. He had long since made peace with accepting outsiders, but the more traditional voices of the warriors he'd grown up around whispered their disapproval. There would be no reality in which he refused a cat in need of help, but he couldn't help but wonder if Starclan agreed. He hoped they did. When he was gone, which was looking to be a closer and closer day than he once thought possible, Bubblingstar hoped Starclan would treat his clan with the same level of guidance. Especially if, he thought with a glance at Slatefoot from the corner of his eye, certain ambitious cats found their way into leadership. After all, he would only be one voice in a sea of many; once he joined his ancestors. Bubblingstar put it from his mind for the time being, focusing on the task at hand. They were nearly finished with the border when a small cat leapt out from the undergrowth- hair puffed into a frazzled ball. An apprentice, he realized, as they begged for help. Any choice was taken out of his paws as Slatefoot took off back towards camp, and Bubblingstar hid a sigh (and a smile). She really was the same paw' he had trained in some ways. " She'll be back," he reassured the Burdockclan apprentice, " catch your breath."
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Post by Sand on May 1, 2024 18:47:46 GMT -5
( will get Spottedfur’s up later, for now I can only post Stormmask’s via mobile. I’ll make it pretty later today as it’s past 1am.) STORMMASK — herb gathering with Heavy & MistleheartStormmask had asked for the assistance of two warriors, that being Heavy and Mistleheart. She needed to gather several herbs and she didn’t have enough mouths or paws to gather them. So far the grey tabby molly had found cobwebs, wild garlic, and daisies. She was quite pleased with her findings although having no catmint was troubling. She would need to restock it as soon as possible. While the three cats split up to search for lungwort, a very important speckled leaf plant with purple leaves, Stormmask couldn’t help but become distracted. She was glad that Heavy and Stemriver had finally become mates. The medicine cat was happy for the two even if her tiny crush on Heavy was just that— a meaningless crush. Plus, there was just as exciting news to think about. Two new kits were in the clan and they were apparently Stemriver’s kin. She shook her head at the sound of the calico’s voice. She must’ve found some lungwort! she thought and the dark tabby began running towards Heavy. ”I’m coming!” she called out. Suddenly, she let out a yelp. Her forepaws flung into the air, sending her flying over a small tree trunk. Once she had finally landed, she was lying on her front with her paws stretched out. Stormmask let out a grunt, trying to glance over her shoulder. Had she injured herself? The medicine cat began to worry as she cursed underneath her breath. She felt little to no pain thankfully, but her pride was bruised. How stupid of her to fall and fail at finding lungwort. Even Mistleheart had reached Heavy before her. Stormmask slowly got to her paws, shaking out her dark grey tabby pelt. Although she felt awkward and embarrassed by her fall, she was pleased that Heavy had found some lungwort. She hurried over to her patrolmates, panting a bit. ”Oh, great! You found some lungwort,” she told them as she tried to catch her breath. ”Let’s collect as much as we can. I don’t want to run out this season.”( Sapphirejas) STORMMASK — teaching plants to Pondkit & giving raspberry leaves to SlatefootStormmask had a companion in her den who was, surprisingly, interested in learning about plants. At least that’s what she assumed. She sat comfortably near her herb storage as she took out a cobweb. Her copper gaze settled on Pondkit, who had joined her in her den. ”Alright, Pondkit. Would you like to learn about plants?” she asked the young kit. The sound of thundering pawsteps entering her den made the dark furred medicine cat turn around. At her den entrance was Slatefoot, who appeared to be in a rush. Stormmask knew very well what raspberry leaves were used for— bleeding during kitting or to help stop pain. Yet she wondered why Slatefoot needed them so badly, but that question could wait for another day. ”Slatefoot! Right, you need raspberry leaves?” she mewed, getting to her paws and opening a small fern leaf. Inside the leaf sat many raspberry leaves, their jagged edges poking out. She took out a paw full, hoping it was enough. ”Take them and go. You may not have enough time, but I pray that you do,” she told the warrior as she passed the soft green leaves to Slatefoot. ( Feathertalon, stormshade1)
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Post by Sapphirejas on May 2, 2024 1:16:19 GMT -5
starstrucknight Mistleheart (swapping prey with Frozenlaurel) Mistleheart purred warmly as Frozenlaurel mewed that he was doing okay, and his kits were settling well into Clan life. " Your wound seems to be healing nicely" meowed Mistleheart, ignoring the fish, after hating it's flavor and texture. " I'm no medicine cat though." " Great StarClan this fish is disgusting!" she thought privately. " Your kits will become great apprentices next moon! And they will start their training. I hope I get to mentor one of them when they become apprentices, if not, Heavy and Stemriver's adopted litter, Drizzlekit and Cinderkit." After she and Frozenlaurel swapped prey with each other, she continued sharing tongues with him. She dug into the half-eaten squirrel, ridding herself of the horrible fish flavor in her mouth. The squirrel tasted juicy and delicious, it's flavour was pleasant to her tongue. It was much better than the fish that she tried out. She pressed against Frozenlaurel, wrapping her fluffy white tail around his light gray body. It was great to have him and the kits here! " Frozenlaurel, you and your kits are great new additions to YewClan! The Clan has been so small for a long time now, and we really needed more cats! I love a growing Clan, so I can make more friends with the other cats." Sand Feathertalon Mistleheart (on herb-gathering patrol with Heavy and Stormmask). As the Twoleg and dog's scents fade, Mistleheart felt comfortable enough to resume picking lungwort for her Clan with the medicine cat, Stormmask and Heavy. When the plants were looking a bit bare of leaves, the cats stopped picking them, and Mistleheart gazed at the other cats. They had bigger piles of lungwort than her. As Mistleheart walked up to them, she stared at the ground, flattening her ears guiltily. She wished that she had more time to spend with her friend, Slatefoot. But Stormmask has been taking those opportunities away! In fact, this sunrise, when she was about to go share tongues with her, since it has been a long time since they spoke to each other, she was whisked away on a herb-gathering patrol by the dark gray medicine cat! Also, she felt guilty for stopping half-way through gathering lungwort by the scene of the Twoleg and the dog walking. It frightened the white-furred she-cat. "I'm sorry that I stopped collecting lungwort half-way through, Stormmask.... There was a Twoleg and a dog walking pass us, and I was scared out of my pelt! I know these lungwort are very important for leaf-bare, but I really hope the Twoleg and dog are out of YewClan's territory now! Also, I really want to spend some time with my friend, Slatefoot! It has been a while since I shared tongues with her! " Mistleheart noticed that Stormmask was late to the lungwort. She and Heavy were there before the dark furred medicine cat came. Also, why was the storm-colored she-cat taking her on these patrols, and making it difficult for her as a warrior?! Her temper flared up from this question and she raised her hackles. " Stormmmask, why were you here late?!" Asked Mistleheart angrily, "are you trying to slow the patrol down so that we had longer to endure it?! I hate collecting herbs! You seem to always drag me into these patrols, and I don't like it! I'm not a medicine cat! I'm a loyal warrior! I rather go after the Twoleg and dog, like a warrior!" Gazing intensely at Stormmask silver eyes, her heart rate finally slowed down, and she stared back at the ground. " I'm sorry... StarClan please forgive me for being rude to a medicine cat!" Mistleheart muttered under her breath.
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Post by stormshade1 on May 2, 2024 9:07:53 GMT -5
[I'm almost done Pondkit's reply]
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Post by stormshade1 on May 2, 2024 12:21:43 GMT -5
Pondkit Pretends to be Mistleheart "Okay, so, uh... she likes to talk about, uh... running away? When she was a kit? Right?"[/font] Pondkit said, attempting to mimick Mistleheart to cheer his sister up. She had been in there for an entire moon, and... well, it was a moon away from their apprentice ceremony, and what if Bubblingstar didn't make her an apprentice? "Er, uh... I don't think I'm very good at this... do you wanna do something else?" Pondkit didn't know what the 'something else' would be. He looked at his sister, her leg wrapped up in herbs, and felt a pang of sympathy. Haykit said it was fine, but he didn't believe her. Pondkit saw her wince when she stood up, and he knew she shouldn't be running around like she said she could. He sat down, staring at the ground, and said, "It should have been me. If it were me, then Dad wouldn't have to deal with me. And you would be fine. You deserve to be a warrior much more than I do." Was it true? Did Haykit really deserve to be a warrior more than him? He didn't know. He knew he was difficult, and frustrating at times. But he couldn't control it. It wasn't his fault. Was it? He'd been that way since they were kits, toddlinng around the... barn. As soon as he thought that, the memories came crashing back. He tried to push them away, but he couldn't. The sweet scent of his mother, her warm embrace. Then a crash. His mother stood up in alarm. Then... Frozenlaurel, Laurel then, ushering the two kits forward, Haykit in his jaws, Pondkit trying to keep up. His legs were numb, with fear or sleep, he couldn't remember. His mother calling out, and he looked back to see his mother's wide eyes. They were green, like his own. And then... nothing. His father told him to forget about it. "We'll make a new life in the wild, you'll see." And they did. Alone, for a while, until they met the Clan. Pondkit tried to remember his mother's name. He could feel it, somewhere, itching at the back of his mind. Suddenly, he remembered. Sky. He said it quietly aloud. It felt familiar. He knew it was right. Stormmask teaches Pondkit about plants. Stormmask was teaching Pondkit about some herbs. It was about a quarter-moon after he had the flashback, and he had visited every day since. He loved learning about all the herbs that Stormmask used, and though he wasn't the best at remembering the herbs, he was so into it that it didn't matter. Haykit had gotten better. Pondkit wasn't sure if she should be out of the medicine den yet, but Haykit insisted she was fine. By far, the best thing that had happened that moon was the kits. The new kits were so. friggin. ADORABLE! Pondkit had been playing with them, but gentle - he knew if even a strand of fur got pulled out of one of those kits' pelts, he would get his ears clawed off. He couldn't wait until they were old enough to talk and he could play more exciting games. Frozenlaurel was also there. He had been bitten by a dog. Well, now the whole family was there. Good? Bad? Pondkit couldn’t decide. At some point he exited the medicine den, as it was almost night. It was cold in the nursery. He wasn’t alone, of course; he had Drizzlekit and Cinderkit. And as he thought about them, he realized something. None of them – Stemriver, Cinderkit, Drizzlekit, Haykit, Frozenlaurel, or himself, had been born in this Clan. He drifted off to sleep with that thought, and felt a calm sense of connection. Maybe he really did belong here.
(So for their backstory, I'm thinking they lived in a barn, a really old one, and elderly Twolegs looked after them, but the Twolegs died and the barn was being torn down, and it collapsed, trapping their mother, Sky, and forcing Frozenlaurel to escape with the kits. whispering starstrucknight and also Brownie would you mind changing Pondkit's description?)
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Post by Brownie on May 2, 2024 13:40:57 GMT -5
x - Moon 43 - x
mid leaf-fall; overcast Clan Events: Stemriver is bitten by a snake and succumbs to the venom :( Shadepaw of BurdockClan joins YewClan as a healer's apprentice
Prey pile: 101.9 Prey needed: 39
Is counting how many lives he has left Major Events Event: Is given Pondpaw as an apprentice Patrol: Training Relationships - Thinks Cinderkit is too cute (+) - Appreciates what Stormmask does for the Clan (+) with Pondpaw Event : Fighting Choice : Proceed Outcome : Bubblingstar starts Pondpaw's training with fighting moves, but goes too fast. Pondpaw is missing a foundational lesson and can't perform the moves correctly, so Bubblingstar has to slow down and start over.
Encourages the Clan to think about each other Major Events Event: Is given Haypaw as an apprentice. Patrol: Border Relationships - Chooses to eat beside Mistleheart (+) - Complains Pondpaw is too loud (--) with Scarletdrift Event : BurdockClan apprentice Choice : Proceed Outcome : They find a BurdockClan apprentice on the border again. The tortoiseshell healer's apprentice begs to join YewClan to train under Stormmask. It's concerning, but the two warriors decide to escort her back, hoping they might find out why Shadepaw is here and what is wrong in BurdockClan. Stormmask STATUS: GRIEF STRICKEN || Sand Wishes she had an extra set of paws in the Healer's den Major Events Event: Stormmask curses StarClan for taking Stemriver's life.
Patrol: none Relationships - Watches over Haypaw closely (++) - Works frantically over Stemriver (+)
with none Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Shadepaw STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Is in awe of YewClan's camp Major Events Event: Shadepaw is found at the BurdockClan border again, begging to join YewClan and train under Stormmask.
Patrol: none Relationships - None
with none Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Wants to critique Scarletdrift's hunting Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks he can share something important with Haypaw (++) - Is surprised Slatefoot's life isn't as easy as he first thought (++) - Had small talk with Hazelpelt with Slatefoot Event : Shared skills Choice : Proceed Outcome : As the undisputed best hunter in YewClan, Spottedfur is the best cat to come to for hunting advice. He loves sharing his knowledge with Slatefoot, giving her plenty of advanced tricks he'd picked up over the moons. Is heading into the forest alone Patrol: Border Relationships - Watches over Pondkit while she plays - Misses Stemriver's company - Decorates Heavy's nest with flowers (++rom)
with Dappleswipe Event : BurdockClan apprentice Choice : Proceed Outcome : They find a BurdockClan apprentice on the border again. The tortoiseshell healer's apprentice begs to join YewClan to train under Stormmask. It's concerning, but the two warriors decide to escort her back, hoping they might find out why Shadepaw is here and what is wrong in BurdockClan. Is hoping no cat saw her trip Major Events Event: AIt doesn't feel real. Heavy is barely able to move her body and has to be guided to her nest, fatigue threatening to com Patrol: none Relationships - Receives a small gift from Stemriver (+) - Thinks Spottedfur is helpful (+) - Helps feed Cinderkit (+)
with none Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Was scared by a coyote's howl last night and is too embarrassed to ask what it was Patrol: Border Relationships - Thinks Thrushfleck is strange (-) - Said she'd cover for Frozenlaurel, but got him in trouble instead (-)
with Mistleheart, Thrushfleck Event : Pawprints Choice : Proceed Outcome : Mistleheart finds a trail of pawprints in the mud. The patrol follows them... and comes full circle to where they started. They were the patrol's own pawprints. Is surprised to be walking StarClan's forests Major Events Event: Stemriver died from a venomous snake bite. Patrol: None Relationships - with none Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Wonders what Cinderkit is doing Major Events Event: Is treated with cobwebs for his bite wound. Patrol: None Relationships - Drew the ire of Mistleheart by deliberately taking her favorite prey from the fresh-kill pile (-) - Appreciates Drizzlekit's energy
with none Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Patrol: Border Relationships - Helps Stormmask before she can ask for volunteers (+)
with Thrushfleck, Hazelpelt Event : Pawprints Choice : Proceed Outcome : Mistleheart finds a trail of pawprints in the mud. The patrol follows them... and comes full circle to where they started. They were the patrol's own pawprints. Misses the warmth Stemriver brought to his family Major Events Event: Thrushfleck's scrapes heal. Patrol: Border Relationships - Is happy to run into Slatefoot on patrol (++)
with Hazelpelt, Mistleheart Event : Pawprints Choice : Proceed Outcome : Mistleheart finds a trail of pawprints in the mud. The patrol follows them... and comes full circle to where they started. They were the patrol's own pawprints. Is giving Spottedfur advice Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Acknowledges Frozenlaurel with a twitch of her whiskers
with Spottedfur Event : Shared skills Choice : Proceed Outcome : As the undisputed best hunter in YewClan, Spottedfur is the best cat to come to for hunting advice. He loves sharing his knowledge with Slatefoot, giving her plenty of advanced tricks he'd picked up over the moons. Is listening to the birds, alone Major Events Event: Brightleaf nuzzles into Stemriver's fur, wishing to feel her father's warmth one last time. Patrol: None Relationships - Swaps prey with Mistleheart (++) - Talks with Thrushfleck and Haypaw.
with Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Is watching Hazelpelt closely, hoping to pick up hunting techniques Major Events Event: Is apprenticed to Bubblingstar! Patrol: Training Relationships - Asks Cinderkit about something complicated and is amazed how quickly Cinderkit understands him (++)
with Bubblingstar Event : Fighting Choice : Procced Outcome : Bubblingstar starts Pondpaw's training with fighting moves, but goes too fast. Pondpaw is missing a foundational lesson and can't perform the moves correctly, so Bubblingstar has to slow down and start over. Is resting in the bright sunlight Major Events Event: Is apprenticed to Dappleswipe!
Patrol: None Relationships - Discusses the recent Gathering with Bubblingstar (++)
with none Event : none Choice : none Outcome : none Drizzlekit STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Asks Slatefoot if she likes to daydream too Patrol: None Relationships - Makes rude faces at Mistleheart (-)
with none Event : none Choice : none Outcome : none Cinderkit STATUS: HEALTHY || @open Is asking all the older cats how kittens are made Patrol: None Relationships - Caught Spottedfur looking angry (--)
with none Event : none Choice : none Outcome : none
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Post by Brownie on May 2, 2024 13:42:54 GMT -5
Moon day! And it's a big one. Poor Stemriver, dying just as he got a big family :( leafpelt11 we do have three cats open, the two kits (including Cinderkit, who shares Stemriver's pelt patter AND white spot. so cute) And what's up with this new apprentice? We saw Shadepaw last moon, begging for herbs, and now she wants to join YewClan? This is a mystery to solve hehe stormshade1 updated Pond's bio. PATCH NOTES: Pondpaw: Attention seeker -> Childish Haypaw: polite -> oblivious Drizzlekit: Bossy -> Daydreamer, quick witted Cinderkit: +morbid curiosity (turns into Dark Forest affinity, btw) +Shadepaw: Playful, quick to help, careful listener. 8 moons. ]]
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Post by dewbranch on May 2, 2024 14:01:54 GMT -5
(Ahh the new kits are so cute! I love Cinderkit!)
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Post by grimmreminder on May 2, 2024 14:04:26 GMT -5
[ Noooo rip dad to half the clan including Thrush himself ToT poor guy,, ]
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 2, 2024 14:36:02 GMT -5
[ clan gen: i think it's time to finally give yewclan a pair of mates! also clan gen: what if i killed one of them,,,]
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Post by Sapphirejas on May 2, 2024 15:35:15 GMT -5
NOOOO!!!! STEMRIVER!!!! 😭💔 Just as he became mates with Heavy!!!! WHY GAME?!?!
I’ll get grieving response for Mistleheart, plus her normal responses out today!
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Post by lazzylake on May 2, 2024 15:41:06 GMT -5
(OH MY GOSH WHAT?! A moon?? On my birthday?! It's more likely than you think. Brownie Sorry I didn't a PM in to you last time. I've been dealing with some inclement weather and I just generally lost track of time. I'll be reading things over and typing my thoughts shortly! I know I'm not technically part of the rp right now but it's still fun to speculate Update: WHYY NOOO STEMRIVER NOT DAPPLESWIPE'S APPRENTICE. I was not prepared for that. I seriously thought he would next in line for deputy. One more thing for Brownie, would it be alright if I did some planning here publicly since it's an eventful moon? I won't be typing anything though.)
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Post by stormshade1 on May 2, 2024 16:10:10 GMT -5
Lol Stormmask: Wishes she had an extra set of paws in the Healer's den Shadepaw: *Appears* (Shadepaw's so pretty) Also nooo Stemriver
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Post by stormshade1 on May 2, 2024 16:13:24 GMT -5
I really wanna claim Cinderkit or Shadepaw but I haven't been on for 10 moons yet
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Post by Brownie on May 2, 2024 16:36:23 GMT -5
Lol Stormmask: Wishes she had an extra set of paws in the Healer's den Shadepaw: *Appears* (Shadepaw's so pretty) Also nooo Stemriver :frun: this was so hilarious to me I was thinking the same thing. esp because the patrol that found Shadepaw was the last one I sent out, it was crazy. and you can claim another one soon! it's about a month's worth of activity~ Trust, it flies past super fast. I've also been known to bump it up a week early for people that have been consistently on top of their responses (; lazzylake plz feel free to contribute whatever you can, I'm not gonna stop you!! And no worries about last moon, it was fairly quiet on the Dappleswipe front (she only had that interesting double pip with Haykit, but that was super weird and idek what I would have done with it tbh) Feathertalon dude for real??? Clangen LOVES killing my cats a moon after they get a mate it's a Curse. leafpelt11 ALSO if you want to come up with a name for Stemriver's sister, Drizzle/Cinder's mom, let me know! I'd love to update the family tree with that relation since Stemriver announced they were hers publicly to the Clan. ]]
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Post by jaybun! on May 2, 2024 16:58:12 GMT -5
some drama!!! rip stemriver you kit machine you. also love all the possibilities for shadepaw, i wonder if the cat she wanted to treat last moon made it after all?
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Post by Sand on May 2, 2024 17:34:05 GMT -5
( noo, not Stemriver! He and Heavy just got together and now we lose him :-(. YewClan’s not meant to have love it seems. I’m a bit surprised that Stormmask has an apprentice, especially from BurdockClan! This’ll be interesting! )
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