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Post by leafpelt11 on May 2, 2024 18:12:56 GMT -5
- Cinderkit
- really curious as a kit, intelligent and kind as an apprentice, sorta bossy as a new warrior towards the apprentices and gets kinder over time. Likes playing nursery games like moss ball and especially likes listening to the elder’s stories
- leafpelt11
I understand that my cats will eventually die during the course of the game. I understand that while I may influence my character's actions and relationships, the game's random events will ultimately decide my cat's fate
(Oof abt Stemriver)
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Post by Brownie on May 2, 2024 18:55:36 GMT -5
yeah :( Hopefully Cinderkit will have a nice, long life for you ]]
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Post by Sapphirejas on May 2, 2024 19:03:16 GMT -5
yeah Hopefully Cinderkit will have a nice, long life for you ]] I know, rip poor Stemriver, I hope he is doing okay in StarClan! 😭💔 And POOR POOR Heavy, she lost her mate so soon and suddenly! Her responses will be HEARTBREAKING this moon! Poor girl! Her kits will miss him too!
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Post by Feathertalon on May 2, 2024 19:46:30 GMT -5
Heavy »
barely able to move from grief, hopes no cat saw her trip - thinks spottedfur is helpful & helps feed cinderkit -
The whole world around her had gone dark. Tunnel vision made it hard to even distinguish if she was going to the fresh-kill pile or headed toward the warriors’ den, both places Heavy knew the location of just as well as she knew her nose from her tail. But now she had no idea where she was, had no idea where anything was. All she was aware of was how, just the moon before, she had curled up against Stemriver, the two of them having finally admitted to one another just how much they cared for one another and harbored love for the other, and now, this moon, fate had cruelly taken him away from her with the strike of a snake. Cold anger prickled at her chest. Two leaf-bares ago she had recovered from her broken back but was immediately cursed with yellowcough. This leaf-fall she had finally found mateship in her closest friend Stemriver, and now he was gone.
The calico shivered. She was shown yet another reason to not believe in the ancestors YewClan so dearly worshiped. If StarClan existed, would they truly be so cruel as to always take away her happiness in the same breath they had given it to her?
Stemriver was already gone, scooped up by the Clan’s senior warriors to be set down into the earth and buried. Heavy had watched with grief-stricken eyes as her mate, the father of her kits, was taken away from camp, never to return again. The presence of her kits - their kits - came to her every now and then, but for the most part Heavy was lost in her own world, lost in the grief that had encased her like a caterpillar’s cocoon. Sometimes she would hear Brightleaf murmuring something softly to her, and then sometimes she’d feel Thrushfleck as he pressed into her. Once she felt the tongue of Slatefoot as the rosette splashed warrior lapsed her tongue against her mother’s. They all felt sorrow weighing them down, and Heavy knew that, as a mother, she needed to be there for her kits, needed to ease their pain and suffering, but she was frozen. She was stuck. Nothing was wrong with her back anymore, but this pain she felt was reminiscent to when her bones had been broken. Heavy was back to when she had first joined YewClan - unable to get around with useless limbs. She was stuck all over again, and this time she didn’t have Stemriver to help pull her up. She didn’t have her best friend to guide her and help her regain the strength that she needed to carry on.
How was she supposed to live her life without him?
A brush of fur briefly snapped her out of her grieving. Gray fur flashed in the corner of her eye, decorated with darker flecks, and for just a minute she was so sure it was Stemriver, so sure that everything she was going through right now was just some dark nightmare, but the tom’s scent was not that of her mate’s. Hope crashed and Heavy was thrown back into the dark when she realized it was Spottedfur. The tom nudged her along, perhaps even saying something to the calico, but what he was saying fell on deaf ears and stiff limbs that tried tripping her on the small walk to her nest. Heavy allowed the tom to guide her toward the nursery where she had been staying with Drizzlekit and Cinderkit since their arrival.
Cinderkit and Drizzlekit.
What was she going to tell the two kits? Would they even understand that Stemriver would never be coming back? Did they understand the concept of death?
Gently did Spottedfur help her get into her nest. For as thankful as she was for the tom’s help, Heavy didn’t have it in her to thank the spotted tom before he departed, leaving her to herself in the nursery.
All she wanted to do was curl up and sleep. Perhaps if she slept then the pain would go away. Maybe she’d even wake up to find that Stemriver had never even passed away - the sight of the soft sparrow feather he had gifted her just a few days before tore at her heart, but maybe if she focused on that and kept her in her memory then that would really help turn this all into some bad nightmare and she’d wake up to a world where Stemriver was still alive. Oh, what a dream that would be. What a wonderful sight it would be to see the tom she loved dearly once more, to be able to share tongues with him and curl up against him and fall into gentle slumber.
Just as she was about to close her eyes the movement of another cat grabbed her attention. On any other occasion the sight of Drizzlekit would have filled the calico with happiness, but right now, she wasn’t sure what she felt as the little tomkit snuggled up against her stomach. At some point she’d have to make sure both Drizzlekit and Cinderkit got fed, but right now she didn’t have it in her. How was she supposed to do anything now that Stemriver was gone forever?
The calico swallowed down a wail of grief as she curled up deeper into her nest. Maybe, just maybe, she’d fall asleep and wake up to something better than this.
Slatefoot »
hunting patrol with spottedfur & gives spottedfur advice - Sand
Slatefoot was doing everything in her power to not think about how her father was decomposing in the ground right now. She was doing everything in her power to make sure Dappleswipe assigned her to every patrol possible so that Slatefoot could focus on anything but the fact that her father was dead. The last thing Slatefoot wanted was to fall into some grief-stricken stupor and be a burden to her Clan when she could just push aside all of her emotions - all the stormy weather that was riled up inside her and pulling her down - and carry on doing the tasks that needed to be done.
In the days that followed Stemriver’s death Slatefoot had visited Heavy, making sure that her mother was okay. The young warrior wasn’t sure that her mother was even aware of anything going on around her right now, Heavy’s grief a thick blanket enveloping her entire presence, but Slatefoot still checked in on her and would offer her fresh-kill from time to time. The prey was always at least nibbled on when she went to check back in on her mother, so perhaps Heavy was eating, or at the very least giving it to Drizzlekit and Cinderkit who needed the food as well.
She had also made sure to check in on her siblings. Maybe it was her faint annoyance toward her brother, or the fact that Brightleaf was taking Stemriver’s death the hardest out of the three, but Slatefoot had given Brightleaf more of her time than she had Thrushfleck. It was obvious that her sister was grieving more for their father than her brother was, and not wanting to focus on her own sadness, Slatefoot had instead tended to Brightleaf’s. If she was making her sister feel any better, she knew not, but she supposed trying was at least better than not.
Something else she had done was spend some time with the Clan’s newest member Shadepaw. Slatefoot recalled how scared and frantic the young molly had been the moon before, shaking and trembling at the border in desperate need of raspberry leaves. While Slatefoot wondered what had happened to that queen, she was more curious as to why Shadepaw had decided to switch Clans. Perhaps it was what happened with the queen that made Shadepaw change her allegiance - for all Slatefoot knew the queen and her kits had joined StarClan and the trauma of that had forced Shadepaw into running away and turning to YewClan for comfort. Perhaps Slatefoot would ask the young molly about it all at some point, but that would be questions for later. Shadepaw needed to adjust to YewClan’s way of living before being hounded about her life in BurdockClan.
Remembering that she was on a patrol with Spottedfur the young warrior snapped herself back to reality. So lost in her thoughts and her need to come off as grief free, Slatefoot had almost forgotten what she was even doing. Slatefoot fluffed out her fur as she glanced toward the cloudy sky. Would there be a snowfall in the coming days? Would Stemriver have the answer now that he was among StarClan? Slatefoot sighed, silently reprimanding herself. She had just pulled herself out of thoughts, she didn’t need to fall back into them.
Trying not to fall back into her despairing thoughts - the last thing she wanted was to let herself think about Stemriver - Slatefoot forced a toothy grin as she looked at Spottedfur. ”Did you know that in leaf-fall, you’re most likely to find prey under the leaves between tree roots?” It felt odd giving this sort of advice to a much older warrior than herself, but Slatefoot needed something to distract herself. Perhaps passing on wisdom she had learned from Bubblingstar would help ease her mind onto something joyful.
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Post by Sapphirejas on May 2, 2024 19:56:14 GMT -5
Mistleheart (Sits at Stemriver's vigil) As the sun sets beyond the horizon, Mistleheart sits with her Clanmates. This sunrise, Stemriver was killed by a snake, breaking the multicolored she-cat, Heavy's heart! Misteheart's muscles tremored at the sight of the gray and white warrior's lifeless body, his emerald eyes dull and clouded, and his fur unmoving. Heavy was wailing and screaming horribly for her mate's death, the sound was so unbearable for Mistleheart to listen to, that she put her white front paws over her ears. She couldn't blame Heavy, she and Stemriver only just have gotten together, before his life was taken cruelly by StarClan by a snake! This moon has been so hard for the cats for YewClan! Mistleheart wasn't close to the gray-furred warrior, and the relationship became strained when he brought two kits, Drizzlekit and Cinderkit to camp, claiming them to be his sister's kits, even though she eventually forgave him. The young warrior believed he had kits with a FlowerClan cat, breaking the Warrior Code and loyalty to YewClan! But Mistleheart prayed that he didn't end up in the Dark Forest, despite believing he fathered the two kits with the FlowerClan cat, she knew that Stemriver was a nice cat. But unbeknownst to Mistleheart, Stemriver didn't make a cover-up story and they were really his sister's kits. Mistleheart couldn't help but cry as she padded to Stemriver's body to say goodbye to him. She pressed her nose into his gray body, cold and lifeless. " Goodbye brave Stemriver..." Mistleheart mewed softly and tearfully. " May your spirit be free and hunt happily in StarClan..." She would see him again she passes away and join StarClan too, but Mistleheart hoped that it wouldn't happen for a very long time. She backed away from his body and took her place beside her friends, Slatefoot and Thrushfleck, who had just lost their father. Tears continued to fall out of her yellow eyes, and she nuzzled against Slatefoot's dark gray fur for comfort. This was too much for the Clan to bear! Not only this moon was marked by the death of Stemriver, a great father, the two older kits, Pondkit and Haykit became apprentices, Pondpaw and Haypaw, and were apprenticed to Bubblingstar and Dappleswipe. The two cats had already had apprentices, and Mistleheart was disappointed, and wished the old leader would choose her to train one of the apprentices, but that was life, and not everything will go the way that Mistleheart wanted. She hoped at least, that she will mentor one of Heavy's adopted kits when they get older. Also, the young cat from BurdockClan who has come to a patrol to beg for herbs, has decided to join YewClan to train under the dark gray she-cat, Stormmask. The young cat's name was Shadepaw and she was now a new medicine cat apprentice for YewClan! Mistleheart pondered what become of the cat that she was trying to save, when she was begging for the raspberry, and why she decided to give up her loyalty to BurdockClan and join YewClan as a medicine cat apprentice, in the sunrises after Stemriver's tragic death due to the snake. OOC: I'll get Mistleheart's normal replies up tomorrow, I need some time to grieve for Stermriver, who SO TRAGICALLY passed away this moon! :'(
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Post by starstrucknight on May 3, 2024 1:18:00 GMT -5
(Saphhirejas)
《◇Frozenlaurel◇》 Listening to Mistleheart, he gave a warm smile, it was nice to know him and his kits were welcomed into the clan, it definitely helped with a few worries Frozenlaurel had about first joining. He nodded at Mistlehearts words "Yeah, it does seem to be" it was certainly true that his wound was already feeling better, he listened with interest to Mistleheart "It certainly does seem an honour to be able to mentor one of the kits, I'm sure the kits will try their best with the training" Frozenlaurel agreed, it would definitely be good to see his kits become apprentices.
In thought Frozenlaurel put his head down and took a bite to try the fish, he had to admit the texture of the scales wasn't his favourite though he did enjoy the taste of it. Frozenlaurel purred with the feeling of content feeling Mistlehearts tail around him, the content was the first he had felt of that since he had taken the kits from their twolegs place and it was a welcome feeling. He gave a smile hearing Mistleheart "Yeah, it's definitely been nice to feel so welcomed" He meowed in reply, his gaze drifting around the camp.
After finishing his food, Frozenlaurel decided to head back to the medicine den and get some rest, he wanted his wound to get better as quickly as it could so he could go on patrols and start hunting for the clan. He certainly wanted to start doing something to help with his new clan, at that his mind wondered to the kits, his own and the new arrivals, wondering how they were settling in.
(Yeah, that backstory sounds fitting stormshade1 and poor stemriver :,(
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Post by jaybun! on May 3, 2024 2:54:23 GMT -5
ooc; honestly surprised it assigned bubbling & dapple as mentors when we've got so many younger warriors BUBBLINGSTAR - Training with Pondpaw! In the chaos of the last few days, Pond and Haypaw's apprentice ceremonies had nearly slipped his mind. Stemriver's death had hit the clan hard, and though he was never very close with the young tom, Bubblingstar grieved with his fellow clan-mates. All that is to say...he hadn't chosen mentors for the kits till he was halfway through the announcement. Panicked, he had quickly picked Dappleswipe out from the crowd (she had been doing such a wonderful job as deputy, he later justified to himself), and then- himself. It wasn't his finest moment. He didn't mind another apprentice, he'd realized a bit later. Slatefoot had turned out great, hadn't she? But she obviously wasn't an apprentice any more. Maybe, hopefully, Bubblingstar could find some purpose in training Pondpaw. The little guy certainly had the sort of spunk Slatefoot had shown as a kit! That Cinderkit in the nursery was quite cute too- maybe... Bubblingstar huffed and subtly shook his head, finally turning his attention the young tom trying, and failing, to practice the few moves he'd shown him earlier. Stars, he needed to focus on the task in front of him.
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Post by grimmreminder on May 3, 2024 17:28:50 GMT -5
|| Thrushfleck - Scarpes healed & Misses Stemriver - /w: Anyone. Open to interact! ||
Thrushfleck was in a daze as moments within the moon passed extra slowly. His scrapes had healed fine, he was certain of that, as he was in and out of the medicine den rather quickly. He just had to pop his head in a few times to make sure it was healing properly and not getting infected. The medicine was a little itchy, but nothing he couldn't handle! It was the same day as his last 'check up', and his clean bill of health, that he found out about Stemriver's death. That the venom had spread too much for him to be saved. He vaguely remembered the scream that tore from his throat as he saw his father's lifeless body, and from there his memory of most of the day went black.
He remembers ever vaguely, the feeling of numbness as he stood beside his siblings at his father's burial. Of the words being whispered past- of the distraught cries of everyone around him. Yet by then, he didn't have anymore tears to shed. He could feel Mistleheart's pelt brush briefly against his own in her form of comfort, and yet, he turned away from the molly he called a friend. Its not that he didn't appreciate her efforts, but his mind was not quite there. Instead, the last thing he remembered of that night was padding his way to his mother, and wrapping himself up against the wailing molly. The last remnant of a parent he had left.
Through the few days, the fog had lifted for Thrushfleck. As upset as he still may be, as bothered to the core, he couldn't let it consume him. Someone had to be a rock for Heavy and Brightleaf who had taken the hit the hardest. He wished to apologize to Mistleheart, but he had thrown himself into his work or spending time in and out of the nursery, and had not had much frequent time to himself. This.. was one of those rare times he did have time to himself.
His fluffy tail curled around his paws as he nibbled absent mindedly at the mouse between his paws. He missed eating with Stemriver, the feeling of the sun in his fur as they often shared tongues and spoke. Stemriver likely would have loved to be here right now... he blinked away the forming tears as he glanced around camp. Perhaps, someone around him, would be enough to get his mind off of things again.
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Post by Sand on May 3, 2024 18:50:30 GMT -5
Stormmask — frantically working over Stemriver & wishes for a second pair of paws to helpWhen Stemriver was brought into her den after being bit by a venomous snake, Stormmask became very focused on the grey rosette tom. She had laid out snakeroot, yarrow, and some other herbs that were known to help with snakebites. It wasn’t her first time learning how to treat this ailment. After all, Icepath had shown her how to care for a venomous snake bite before. Stemriver curled up in pain and was sweating profusely from the bite. The area he had been bitten on was inflamed which was no surprise to Stormmask. She frantically made poultices with yarrow and snakeroot in hopes it would clear up the bite. When that didn’t work, she tried another method even if it meant using more herbs than usual. Stormmask wasn’t going to let Stemriver die in front of her, not like this. She stayed up for a few nights, fighting the snake bite with any possible treatments. Night by night, Stemriver’s condition deteriorated. He was weak and bleary eyed due to the symptoms from the bite. It had only gotten worse since Stormmask began treating it. The venom wasn’t leaving the tom’s body like it should which left her frantically searching for answers. It wasn’t long before he passed away before her paws, taking his last, shaky breath. Stormmask sat next to Stemriver’s cooling body, her lean figure shaking with fury. Her copper gaze refused to leave the warrior’s body as he lay there lifeless. The dark tabby failed him, but she cursed StarClan for taking his life. He had just become mates with Heavy and brought two kits to YewClan. And this is how he was supposed to die? Stormmask couldn’t believe it. She tossed a used poultice at a wall in her den, letting out a hiss. ”StarClan, you’re so cruel. You took Stemriver when it wasn’t his time to go,” she whispered coldly, glancing at the ceiling of her den. ”How can I confide in you when you killed my clanmate? As if his life meant nothing?”Telling Heavy and their kits was going to be difficult— not even she wanted to believe that he was gone. How could his mate and kits take such terrible news? Surely she would have succeeded if she had another set of paws to help her. Without another cat to assist the dark grey tabby, it led to Stemriver’s death. She was furious with StarClan to the point it left her grief stricken. Stormmask still needed to prepare his body for vigil and a burial yet she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not now at least. The medicine cat curled up besides her deceased patient, anger causing her body to tense up. She felt like a failure, but more so her beliefs in StarClan may have led her patient to his death. She wasn’t responsible for Stemriver’s untimely death— StarClan was. ~ Spottedfur — shared skills with SlatefootDespite the tragedy that came with Stemriver’s death, Spottedfur was somehow able to function. Of course he grieved for the loss of his clanmate, but getting duties done was a priority. He didn’t have time to process Stemriver’s demise just yet. He had helped Heavy into her nest the night of the burial. The poor calico was so lost without her mate. He could see the grief written across her face and Spottedfur didn’t need to say anything more. A sorry wasn’t going to change what happened to Stemriver. Nothing could fix grief especially so early on. While on a patrol with Slatefoot, one of Heavy and Stemriver’s kits, he wondered how she was coping. Slatefoot hadn’t spoken much at all which was strange. Although she wasn’t a chatterbox, she was certainly more dynamic than this. Yet she had her reasons— mourning a loved one was horrible, if not the worst thing Spottedfur had ever gone through. As they neared some thick undergrowth, his gaze lingered on Slatefoot who gave him a toothy grin. The grey spotted tabby listened carefully to her, giving her a look of surprise at her advice. Despite being a renowned hunter, Spottedfur didn’t know everything. He loved to learn and share his knowledge among his clanmates. It appeared Slatefoot had given him the perfect opportunity. Maybe it would distract her for a bit. ”Really? I never knew that. I’ll have to keep that in mind for the season. Knowing me, I probably have scared plenty of prey from tree roots! I bet they ran far away from me,” he remarked, letting out a soft chuckle. Since the dark molly had shared something, he paused to think of a tip. Hopefully she didn’t know the technique, otherwise it would be quite embarrassing. ”The best way to catch a hare or gopher isn’t that simple. If you find them in their hole, quickly check for a bobbing tail— but make sure you’re crouching! The hare or gopher may spot you,” he began before rambling on. ”Give them a few moments to settle as patience is always required with hunting. Once you spot the bobbing tail, flash out one of your paws and drag the prey out of the hole. Make sure you kill it quick before it gets away.”He turned towards Slatefoot, giving her a challenging yet playful look. ”It’s your turn. Let’s see if you can teach me something new, Slatefoot.”( tags: Feathertalon )
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Post by Feathertalon on May 3, 2024 20:16:01 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
hunting patrol with spottedfur - Sand
It was a fleeting emotion, the surprise that flashed in the young molly’s eyes at Spottedfur’s confession of having not known about the tidbit of information Slatefoot had just spoken. How did a warrior like Spottedfur not already know about finding prey among the tree roots? Spottedfur was one of the best hunters, if not the best hunter in all of YewClan! How could Slatefoot, a young cat that had only received her warrior name just a few seasons prior, know something more about hunting than Spottedfur? Bubblingstar really had taught her well, had he not? Warm affection for her former mentor surged through the young molly. At some point soon she’d have to spend some time with the leader, thank him for all he had done for her and how he had supported her from the beginning.
Bouncing on her paws with a newfound energy she had lost since Stemriver’s death, Slatefoot bounded ahead of her companion, tail and head held high. ”It was something Bubblingstar taught me,” she purred happily, once again feeling a surge of affection toward the tom who had trained her. Even if they didn’t spend as much time together as they once had, Bubblingstar meant a lot to Slatefoot. He had been like a second father to her, and while no cat could ever replace Stemriver, Slatefoot was at least glad to still have the old leader around. So long as Bubblingstar remained here with YewClan, the dark-furred warrior felt as if she could go on without grief shackling her down.
Pawsteps slowed down as Spottedfur spoke up once more. Slatefoot’s ears pricked backward, a silent gesture of acknowledgement toward the senior warrior. The information the spotted tomcat was rattling off was something the molly had never heard before, and while she didn’t often find herself going after gophers, she was typically on the trail of a rabbit once or twice a moon. Perhaps it was the FlowerClan blood that flowed through her veins that caused her to go after rabbits more often than not.
FlowerClan.
The thought of the bordering Clan that had once been YewClan’s greatest enemy shot a pang of sorrow through her chest; Stemriver had originated from the meadow-dwelling Clan. He was the reason she had FlowerClan blood, the reason she had any Clan blood at all. Slatefoot lowered her gaze, observing all the dried up leaves that had fallen to the ground, creating a brown and orange blanket over the once verdant forest floor. Was it leaf-fall up in StarClan, too? Or was prey running just as well as it did in greenleaf? Was Stemriver up there chasing a rabbit, eager to sink his fangs into its juicy haunches? Was her father happy with their ancestors up in the overcast sky?
Determined to not let herself get dragged down, she forced herself to reply back to Spottedfur. Another tidbit of knowledge swam up to the forefront of her brain, a little fish of wisdom. ”Did you know that most birds won’t be out and about when squirrels are out foraging and squirrels won’t be out if the birds are foraging?” This was something she had heard from Heavy rather than Bubblingstar. Her mother had offered up a few tips and tricks about hunting and battling from her days as a loner to her kits, and this had Slatefoot wondering if Clan cats had the same knowledge as a loner did.
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Post by Sapphirejas on May 3, 2024 22:05:01 GMT -5
Sand Mistleheart (Is sharpening her claws, and helps Stormmask before she could ask for volunteers +). Even though she was sad about Stemriver's death, Mistleheart carried on with the Clan duties and patrols. Even though Stemriver was a nice cat, and a great warrior, the white and gray furred didn't let his death take over her, as she knew that she was very important to YewClan, and she wasn't that close to him, especially after he supposedly broke the Warrior Code by fathering kits with a FlowerClan cat. Deaths were a part of life, and life must go on for the young warrior. Mistleheart padded out of the warrior's den and walked to a tree nearby. She stretched her fluffy white-furred body up to the length of the tree and started scratching it. She wanted her claws to be sharp, so she stay strong at hunting, and so she can defend her Clanmates from any more threats that the Clan might face, especially failing to toss out the snake that venom' killed Stemriver out of camp. There was a strong gust; this was typical of leaf-fall, where winds were very common. And then she heard a panicked voice, and the rustling of sounded of leaves blowing. Mistleheart turned around to see the new medicine cat apprentice, Shadepaw frantically chasing after leaves that were blowing everywhere in the camp! The gust must of mucked the neat herb piles and sent them flying everywhere. The apprentice's fur was on end, and her voice echoed through the camp. " Please help Mistleheart!" Panted Shadepaw " Herbs are flying everywhere, Stormmask has noticed, but I think she's stuck in her nest!" " Ok Shadepaw" meowed Mistleheart without hesitation. " I'll help you and Stormmask with the herbs." Mistleheart still doesn't get on well with the storm-colored she-cat, but there was one thing she learnt, was to never ignore helping the medicine cat out in patrols, even if you are a warrior. She remembered her wise words from she was angry over collecting lungwort, in a herb-collecting patrol last moon. She has been grieving very hard over Stemriver's death, because she was the one who tried to save the gray-furred warrior's life. She chased the herbs with the medicine cat apprentice, catching them in the wind, and putting them back in neat piles in the medicine cat den. This whole process took around ten minutes, but it was worth it, to stop the medicine cat losing all her precious herbs, Stormmask has got up from her nest. She looked at Mistleheart (who was next to Shadepaw), and then at the piles of herbs, back to their rightful place, and then smiled, looking very pleased with her. Mistleheart grinned at the medicine cat. grimmreminder jaybun! Mistleheart (on border patrol with Thrushfleck and Hazelpelt). The leaf-fall breezes rustled Mistleheart's fur as she, Thrushfleck, and Hazelpelt, all warriors of YewClan pad out of the camp to head on a border patrol. Sadness still clutched Mistleheart's heart, as she remembered Stemriver's tragic death, due to the venom from the snake, and how short Heavy was mates with the gray and white tom. But she has moved on his death, and pushed the sadness away. The sky was quite gray lately, but still, the sunlight was shining in shafts in-between the heavy clouds. The leaves on the trees were all sorts of colors, like a rainbow; orange, red, yellow, and even purple. And brown leaves all littered on the ground where the cats trod on. Suddenly, raindrops splattered on the fluffy pelt of Mistleheart, causing her shiver. There was a short shower as she walked, creating a real rainbow in front of the patrolling cats. " A rainbow! So beautiful!" Thought Mistleheart. " Could this be a sign from Stemriver that he is doing alright in StarClan?!!" Mistleheart wondered if the gray and white warrior would be able to cope without his mate by his side in StarClan's hunting grounds. As sadness became to overtake the she-cat's body, and tear drops fall out of her eyes from the sight of the rainbow, she pushed them away again, knowing that he would want her to concentrate on the patrol. Suddenly, Mistleheart noticed a trail of pawprints in the muds, leading deeper in YewClan's territory. Though she thought the patrol were walking everywhere in the territory, the pawprints could still be that of an intruder on YewClan's territory. Mistleheart flicked her fluffy white tail in alarm, which became even fluffier when it's fur bristled. " Pawprints!" Yowled Mistleheart. " And they are leading deeper into YewClan's territory! There's not really a scent, but it can't hurt to investigate, after all, it could still very well be that of an intruder!" Mistleheart gazed at Thrushfleck and Hazelpelt, calming down a little, gaining maturity in her voice. " I say we follow these pawprints, Thrushfleck and Hazelpelt. We don't want any intruders in our Clan's territory, as scentless the pawprints are. I say the recent shower washed away the scents of the cat who made them. What do you two say?" grimmreminder Mistleheart (comforts Thrushfleck, who is grieving for over Stemriver's death). As Mistleheart strolled through camp, she paused when she heard Thrushfleck's tearful voice calling for any cat to comfort him from his father's death. The young warrior stopped beside the ginger and white tom and sat down. She wrapped her tail around his body and nuzzled against him. " I know how you are feeling, Thrushfleck." Mewed Mistleheart with empathy. " I was devasted as a kit when I lost my mother to a monster on the thunderpath. Her name was Lily and she was very beautiful, and she had a wonderful warmth to her fur. She was a beautiful fluffy white she-cat with crystal blue eyes. Then, I was left to fend for myself, and I lived eating on bugs. But it wasn't enough to prevent starvation. And your father, Stemriver was one of the three cats on the patrol that found me as a kit, the others being Dappleswipe and Spottedfur." Mistleheart let out a laugh as she remembered what she said to him. " ...And I called him "Owl-face" due to his unique patterning, and he was so amused that he gave me a badger ride to YewClan's camp, my forever and beloved home!" " And I want you to remember this, Thrushfleck... don't let your grief get to you! Your father would want you to be happy and enjoy your life to the fullest, and not to be sad. Being sad doesn't do you any good, and you won't enjoy life. When I lost my mother, I imagined her smiling at me and her saying "be happy Mistle...", and sunrises after her death, I became happy again, though my hunger due to the lack of milk and prey was still troubling me... Until I was found by YewClan cats that is." " Thrushfleck, you are a great warrior of YewClan, and he would be so proud of you, I know it!" Mistleheart started purring warmly, feeling the warmth of his body against his. She felt comfortable, she felt love for her Clanmates; love that will last forever, no matter what happens in the Clan. Comforting another cat over their loved one's death has been a real treat, and a great way to show her loyalty to her Clan, her home, YewClan! OOC: Here is a little backstory of Mistleheart as a kit; her mother's name, and her cause of death.
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Post by leafpelt11 on May 4, 2024 18:37:03 GMT -5
Cinderkit
Checking out what everyone is doing outside the nursery Outside the nursery, there were a few cats gathered around a cat that looked somewhat like her. She asked her mother for permission to look and her mother nodded politely. She didn’t know who this cat was. It wasn’t moving. He must be asleep she thought. But why isn’t he in his den, to be comfortable and also why is there cats around him? She padded over to where they were gathered and saw Stormmask pacing around him. “Who is this, and why is he not sleeping in his den?”
this is Stemriver. He was bitten by a snake” She said. “Is he dead?” mewed Cinderkit, her eyes starting to darken. Stormmask nodded. Cinderkit frowned and ran back to the nursery.
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on May 4, 2024 19:59:21 GMT -5
Cat's name: Shadepaw Description: Shadepaw is a short-haired black and cream tortie she-cat with a heart shaped dash on her chest. Her eyes are round and yellow-green. This young cat is a spunky and energetic ball of joy. It’s rare to find her ever in a soured mood. Playful and friendly, fitting into her new Clan comes easier than for any ordinary cat. Despite her silliness, Shadepaw takes her duties as a medicine cat seriously. She adorns learning about herbs and caring for her patients. Formerly the BurdockClan medicine cat apprentice. She left after being fascinated with the way YewClan cats were so eager to help, her heart yearned to switch Clans after witnessing the heroic act. And after much consideration, Shadepaw decided to try her luck. - ailurophile
I understand that my cats will eventually die during the course of the game. I understand that while I may influence my character's actions and relationships, the game's random events will ultimately decide my cat's fate.
(I hope it’s okay for me to claim Shadepaw!)
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Post by Brownie on May 4, 2024 21:09:29 GMT -5
𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 welcome welcome! She's all yours! I can't wait to see what you do with her, she's certainly an interesting character with a lot of potential (; ]]
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Post by ✦⚝Stormscar⚝✦ on May 4, 2024 21:22:38 GMT -5
Cat's name: Drizzlekit Description: White tom with long fur and splotches of grey with speckles of darker grey within. He love to daydream about becoming a warrior and he is always quick-witted. His eyes are a hazel and he hopes to become important to the clan. - @ stormscar
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Post by Brownie on May 4, 2024 21:30:32 GMT -5
✦⚝Stormscar⚝✦ welcome in! Clan's full now, have fun~ also apologies for the random pings for those that did get them, some of yall's tags broke on the main page so I fixed em up. That way if you change your sn, it'll update those automatically ]]
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Post by ✦⚝Stormscar⚝✦ on May 4, 2024 21:33:47 GMT -5
(Ty )
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Post by ✦⚝Stormscar⚝✦ on May 4, 2024 21:45:14 GMT -5
Drizzlekit asking SlateFoot if she also likes to daydream
Drizzlekit stared up at the cat who went by slatefoot, she had recently gotten back from patrol and Drizzlekit decided to interview her, "do- do you like to daydream as well..?" Drizzlekit asked her. Genuinely curious.
(Sorry I didn't write much, I have to go do some chores rq)
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Post by stormshade1 on May 4, 2024 22:47:11 GMT -5
Pondpaw Patrolling with BubblingstarPondpaw followed his leader – his mentor – out into the forest. The territory was so large that the new apprentice couldn’t see the end. He wondered where FlowerClan was – he knew that YewClan had been having some problems the moon he was brought here, but it had settled the moon after. The border was called... Rushing River? Rushing Creek? Rushing Stream? He couldn’t remember but he knew it started with Rushing from hearing the warriors talk about it. He remembered that FlowerClan was Stemriver’s former home. Poor Stemriver. Pondpaw wondered if that was what being a warrior was like. Would he die like that? Bitten by a snake, the venom seeping in... he shuddered. Would he have been safer with his Twolegs? Could he have stayed? Frozenlaurel had told him they couldn’t. Why had they left their mother behind, then? Surely, if their mother could stay, so could he. But... he remembered the fear. The sadness. The pain. Maybe his mother hadn’t chosen to stay. Maybe she was forced to. Maybe she was dead. He shook off the thought, pushing it to the back of his mind. And, as he was thinking about how miserable his life was, he remembered the two kits in the nursery. They were only a moon old. They were Stemriver’s kits, but their father was dead and their mother was in a different Clan. At least he had his father and sister. They had nobody except each other. On the topic of other Clans, Pondpaw thought of BurdockClan, and Shadepaw, the new healer’s apprentice. He wondered why she had come. He remembered last moon, his session with Stormmask interrupted by Slatefoot saying she needed raspberry leaves, and all the gossip saying that it was Shadepaw herself that had requested them. What were raspberry leaves used for? He couldn’t remember Stormmask ever using them. He dug through his memories and remembered some of the older cats saying they were used when kitting. Pondpaw wondered what happened to the queen that needed the raspberry leaves, then. His mentor seemed distracted, just like Pondpaw himself was. Pondpaw wasn’t sure if he really wanted to start his apprenticeship with battle moves. He had barely learned to hunt, how to gather moss. Of course, Pondpaw failed miserably at the lesson. Maybe he was missing something. But, Bubblingstar reminded him, they would try again later.
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Post by lazzylake on May 4, 2024 23:04:19 GMT -5
(Sorry to keep you all waiting, here’s what I got. These cliffnotes don’t have much rhyme or reason to them so make of them what you will. -Dappleswipe is confused as to why Haypaw was apprenticed to her during Bubblingstar’s ceremony, and she isn’t all too thrilled. I assume she’s still upset with Haypaw from last moon for whatever reason?? She believes there’s more warriors who deserve a chance to be mentors, especially Slatefoot and Brightleaf. -For Mistleheart’s pip, she chooses to eat beside her as a test almost?? Let me explain. After her recent border skirmishes, Dappleswipe could interview her with questions and wonders if she’s fit to be a mentor to one of the new kits once they become apprenticed. She makes a mental note to talk to Bubblingstar to consider Mistleheart as a future mentor. -Now for the big one. Patrol with Scarletdrift. Dappleswipe was present for the patrol at BurdockClan last moon so she will be very important. Feathertalon Is the apprentice from a couple moons ago the same one as Shadepaw? I know this was before she was officially introduced so the appearances won’t match. Could that be retconned, if possible?? I want to clear up some confusion on that. That aside, Dappleswipe scents BurdockClan first and notices Shadepaw. She is immediately worried and asks if Falconwind’s kitting went well. (Is that the name of the queen?) She briefly explains the situation to Sacrletdrift. I’m not sure what else to add besides that If anything needs clarification, especially for the patrol with Shadepaw, please let me know! I’ll try to respond as quickly as possible.)
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Post by lazzylake on May 4, 2024 23:10:30 GMT -5
(Ahhh sorry!! Just noticed I tagged the wrong person! Sapphirejas, sorry if you got a notification that was my silly mistake. I was mentioning Slatefoot for the patrol, woops!)
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Post by stormshade1 on May 4, 2024 23:39:37 GMT -5
Brownie I'm pretty sure morbid curiousity actually turns into ghost sense
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Post by Sapphirejas on May 5, 2024 0:57:01 GMT -5
(Ahhh sorry!! Just noticed I tagged the wrong person! Sapphirejas, sorry if you got a notification that was my silly mistake. I was mentioning Slatefoot for the patrol, woops!) It's alright I like reading the other cats' responses in my spare time, even if it isn't related to Mistleheart because I really get into the story of the Clan.
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Post by Sand on May 5, 2024 11:55:36 GMT -5
Spottedfur : hunting patrol with Slatefoot Spottedfur may be a renowned hunter of YewClan, but that didn't mean he knew everything. There was always something to learn, especially when it came to hunting skills. He could spend hours discussing hunting, even if it meant that he would be up until dawn. Hunting brought Spottedfur a sense of capability and a purpose. Even if the tip came from Bubblingstar, Slatefoot's former mentor, he was going to use it. There were plenty of tree roots in YewClan's territory and he was sure that Slatefoot's technique was effective. He knew he would cherish it too.
He hadn't expected his hare and gopher tip to remind the dark rosetted tabby of her father, Stemriver. The grey spotted tom cursed at himself beneath his breath. How had he forgotten so easily that Stemriver came from FlowerClan? Spottedfur had always seen the grey rosetted tom as a YewClan cat, never one from FlowerClan. Grief tore at his stomach, creating knots of guilt and sadness. He knew better as being careful with a grieving clanmate was very important. He didn't want to ignore Slatefoot's grief either. It was something every cat in the clan was going to go through and it was best that she did it with supportive clanmates. His gaze settled on the orange and brown tree line, the tree's leaves making their way to the forest floor ever so quickly. When Spottedfur finally heard Slatefoot's voice, he turned his body towards her's. "To be honest, I have never paid much attention to birds and squirrels when they're foraging," he admitted with a flick of his tail. "That's a very interesting tip! I assume they don't forage at the same time to give each other space?"
Spottedfur began racking his brain for any hunting tips. He knew enough, but did he know a lot? "When I was younger, I learned how to kill two squirrels at once. Even if the squirrels spot you, you still have the opportunity to catch the squirrels. If you're quick enough, you might have a chance to kill both squirrels," he explained before continuing on. "Back then, I was able to kill both of them with my two forepaws!"
[ tags: Feathertalon ]
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on May 5, 2024 15:49:07 GMT -5
Shadepaw Begs to join YewClan with Dappleswipe, Scarletdrift lazzylake @dewbranch Breathe. In and out. But no matter how hard she tried to calm herself down, Shadepaw failed at sustaining her excitement. Here she stood at the YewClan border. Her heart racing so quickly she was sure the cats could hear it all the way in her camp. The previous moon, the tortie she-cat had made the mad dash in need of raspberry leaves to save a queen whose labor was declining. And just as quickly, the YewClan cats had jumped into action. And in that moment, Shadepaw was sure this was the place she belonged.
BurdockClan was her birth place. The place she’d called her home for eight moons. But it wasn’t the home her heart yearned for. Her father didn’t approve of her choice to become a medicine cat, and her mother followed suit. Her mother always did whatever he said, why couldn’t she have an opinion of her own? And Rippleshock was an okay mentor. She just… didn’t have much faith in Shadepaw’s abilities. After two moons into her apprenticeship, her home felt less and less like a home and she felt more like a burden. Until she came across Bubblingstar’s patrol. This had to be the right thing to do. All her faith was in YewClan. She just knew they’d accept her. And if they didn’t… Well I guess I’d better think of a lie on my way back home. Or maybe she’d find a life outside of clan borders. No. Shadepaw wanted to be a medicine cat. StarClan had accepted her! It was destined to be. Why couldn’t her clanmates see that? The rustling of undergrowth snapped the young she-cat out of her thoughts, and her heart soured- it was Dappleswipe! A cat she was a familiar with from last time.
“Oh, finally! I’ve been waiting here all morning! Hello. I’m Shadepaw, I’m sure you remember me, I am- er, was BurdockClan’s medicine cat apprentice,” Her ears drooped and she met the older cats’ eyes with an awkward chuckle, feeling a bit self-conscious. But it didn’t last long, this was her moment! She had to own it. “I’ve returned because… because… I want to be your medicine cat! In YewClan!”
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Post by dewbranch on May 5, 2024 17:50:05 GMT -5
Scarletdrift - Border Patrol with Dappleswipe 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 It was not the best day to be patrolling. Well, you had to patrol everyday, more or less, but it was better when it was actually nice out, not overcast like it was now. It in fact only dampened everycats mood, after the death of Stemriver. It had been extra hard, because Beesong had died the same way. Scarletdrift never wanted to see a snake ever again.
But, alas he was happy that he was on a border patrol. Hunting patrols you needed to be quiet, but border patrols were more interesting, in what they met along the way and how cats could connect with each other. Today Dappleswipe and Scarletdrift were patrolling the Burdockclan border. Last moon, the medicine cat apprentice had rushed to the border and asked for raspberry for a queen who was kitting, but Scarletdrift didn't know much more than that. That day he had been hunting.
Now, they were getting closer to the Burdockclan border. Dappleswipe head shot up, and she looked back at him. "I smell fresh Burdockclan scent at the border!" She said, and they two quickened their pace. Once they got to the border, Dappleswipe spotted a tortoiseshell apprentice waiting there. "It's the medicine apprentice that was asking for raspberry leaves last moon" Dappleswipe told him, and they went up to greet the young she-cat.
The tortie she-cat introduced herself as Shadepaw, the former Burdockclan medicine cat. Scarletdrift had noticed the shyness of the she-cat, and how awkward she seemed. "You want to join Yewclan?" He said, glancing at Dappleswipe. She had a worried look on her face, and he remembered why she had been Shadepaw last moon. "Did- did the kitting go badly?" He asked. Scarletdrift could see Shadepaw joining the clan, maybe even an apprentice would help Stormmask get back up on her paws. Scarletdrift - Decorates Heavy's nest with flowers (+rom)
Scarletdrift knew how sad Heavy must be feeling. Her mate had just died, and very abruptly as well. This hit Scarletdrift hard as well, one because Stemriver had been his clanmate, and a young one at that. He should have had a much longer life. Second, his own daughter Beesong had been bitten by a snake as well, and succumbed to the venom. Who would know better how she was feeling then him? He had lost his mate and kits, but at least had had spent more time with Pollendew before she passed.
All those things considered, Heavy must be feeling down. Scarletdrift wanted to do something nice for her, maybe to make her feel better. Hopefully it wouldn't make her feel worse. He had spend the morning picking flowers from out in the territory, before they all died away in leafbare. Then he had taken them back to camp. Scarletdrift had waited until she left her nest, then he padded inside of the den and wove the petals into the moss the alined her nest. Maybe it would remind her of her former mate, but hopefully it would help her move on, and remind Heavy that her clanmates were there for her.
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Post by jaybun! on May 5, 2024 18:09:44 GMT -5
HAZELPELT - Border Patrol with Mistleheart & Thrushfleck! " It can't hurt to check!" Hazelpelt chirped in reply to Mistleheart's question. Really, she couldn't tell fresh pawprints from old- but Mistleheart sounded pretty confident, and she was inclined to take the other molly's word for it. Hopefully, if some cat was lurking about, they were friendly. She wasn't exactly the best fighter, after all. Stemriver had offered to teach her, but he was gone now. Hazelpelt had never seen a dead body before, and the sight of the tom's corpse laid out in the middle of Yewclan's camp had frightened her. He had been walking around just hours before, and then... She hadn't known him too well, not enough to grieve like poor Heavy was, but enough that sleep hadn't been easy. Strange howls echoing throughout the forest the past few nights hadn't helped matters either. She tucked a quiet sigh into her chest as they waited for Thrushfleck's own answer. Who, to her at least, hadn't seemed too affected by his father's passing. A bit strange, but she supposed that was just his way of grieving.
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Post by dewbranch on May 5, 2024 18:42:56 GMT -5
Brightleaf - Stemriver's VigilHer father was gone. Stemriver was, gone. Just like that. She could remember the day when he had been bitten, but not all snakes were deadly, she had thought. But he was dead. Why Starclan? Why did you take him? He had just brought back kits! Stemriver had only helped the clan, supplying them with five kits! Thrushfleck, Slatefoot, Drizzlekit, Cinderkit, and herself. Wasn't that enough for Starclan?
Now his body was laying in the clearing, still as stone, lifeless. She never wanted anycat to ever look like this, ever. Why did cats have to die so suddenly? Couldn't Starclan at least be like, "Your going to die tomorrow, be prepared" That would be very helpful, and maybe it would lessen the pain when your loved one did die.
Brightleaf padded up to Stemriver's stone-cold state, pushing her muzzle into his fur. It was matted and cold, most unlike how he was when he was living. She sobbed into his pelt, wishing for the warmth he had brought to her life. She remembered all the things he had done for her and her siblings, and most of all her mother. Stemriver had made her feel welcome welcome when she had first joined the clan, and Brightleaf wanted to believe she had gotten her kindness from him. "Please come back! I need you!" She moaned silently, closing her eyes.
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Post by Brownie on May 6, 2024 11:12:33 GMT -5
Moon day today!! 3 more hours for replies in this moon.
I think I'm going to turn unknown second parent OFF for a little bit. We still have chances to have kits or find cats on patrol or adopt abandoned litters, but I think waiting to rush kits until our newer members are able to take their second cat would be good for the rp
We finally have every cat filled after all! Let's enjoy the full Clan ]]
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Post by Brownie on May 6, 2024 14:38:51 GMT -5
x - Moon 43 - x
late leaf-fall; mostly sunny Clan Events: none
Prey pile: 89.4 Prey needed: 40.5
Watches Cinderkit pretend to stalk a mouse Major Events Event: Was seen in a very serious conversation with a kittypet, who ran away when a patrol approached. Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Heckles a rival Clan with Dappleswipe during a gathering (++) - Thinks Stormmask was nice to him today (+) with Pondpaw Event : A lizard! Choice : Proceed Outcome : Pondpaw pounces! It's not that big, but it's the start of what turns into a great patrol, the two cats bringing home plenty of prey as orange leaves drift around the two cats in swirls of color.
Wonders if kittypet life is really so different Patrol: Training Relationships - Purrs gently to help make Brightleaf feel better (++) - Takes time out of her day to play with Drizzlekit (++) with Haypaw Event : Fundementals Choice : Proceed Outcome : Dappleswipe tries to get Haypaw to think about why YewClan's territory is split into two halves, and how each part is essential for YewClan's survival. She shows Haypaw to Rainfang's Point and tells the story about how the tree got its name. Stormmask STATUS: GRIEF STRICKEN || Sand Wishes YewClan had a bigger garden Patrol: none Relationships - Appreciates Slatefoot (+) - Is surprised with how relieved she is that Haypaw recovered (++)
with none Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Annoyed Stormmask on accident the other day Major Events Event: Gathered juniper berries and thyme this moon
Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Thinks Frozenlaurel is weird (-)
with Spottedfur Event : Ghosts Choice : Antagonize Outcome : Spottedfur does his best to try and point out YewClan's herbs, but Shadepaw isn't paying much attention. She feels... whispers. Spirits stalking after her, but as soon as she turns they're gone. Annoyed, she snaps at the ghosts and feels the forest grow brighter, but it doesn't really make her feel any less afraid. Asks Frozenlaurel about his old home Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Swaps prey and has an honest conversation with Bubblingstar (++) - Doesn't know what to say to Brightleaf with Shadepaw Event : Ghosts Choice : Antagonize Outcome : Spottedfur does his best to try and point out YewClan's herbs, but Shadepaw isn't paying much attention. She feels... whispers. Spirits stalking after her, but as soon as she turns they're gone. Annoyed, she snaps at the ghosts and feels the forest grow brighter, but it doesn't really make her feel any less afraid. Was roped into playing mossball with the kits Major Events Event: After being rejected by Heavy, Scarletdrift is barely visible around camp. He's very good at avoiding cats when he wants to be alone. Patrol: Border Relationships - Appreciates Bubblingstar's leadership (+) - Reminds Thrushfleck that he's always there for him (++)
with Hazelpelt, Thrushfleck Event : FlowerClan apprentice Choice : Proceed Outcome : What is with these apprentices? The apprentice stutters a hasty message from FlowerClan's leader and then runs off before the patrol can question her further. A warning? A threat? What does FlowerClan want this time? Is eavesdropping on Mistleheart Patrol: none Relationships - Wishes she could enjoy the taste of prey as much as Bubblingstar seems to (-) - Wishes her pelt was as shiny as Mistleheart's (-)
with none Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Is really hoping no cat saw her trip this morning Patrol: Border Relationships - Complains about Bubblingstar (--) - Complains about Shadepaw (--)
with Scarletdrift, Thrushfleck Event : FlowerClan apprentice Choice : Proceed Outcome : What is with these apprentices? The apprentice stutters a hasty message from FlowerClan's leader and then runs off before the patrol can question her further. A warning? A threat? What does FlowerClan want this time? Is playing a prank on Bubblingstar Major Events Event: Is treated with cobwebs for his bite wound. Patrol: None Relationships - Is annoyed by Stormmask's negative attitude (-) - Appreciates Cinderkit's advice (+)
with none Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Is tired from having night watch duties Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Adds Cinderkit's moss-ball to her nest (+)
with Slatefoot Event : Twolegs! Choice : Do Not Proceed Outcome : The two warriors head out to hunt, but are interrupted by crashing leaves. Four twolegs erupt from the bushes and they're forced to find someplace else to hunt. Even if they were brave enough to hunt around twolegs, all the prey has hidden from their clumsy walking. Is sharing his thoughts with Bubblingstar Patrol: Border Relationships - Doesn't know what to say to Heavy
with Hazelpelt, Scarletdrift Event : FlowerClan apprentice Choice : Proceed Outcome : What is with these apprentices? The apprentice stutters a hasty message from FlowerClan's leader and then runs off before the patrol can question her further. A warning? A threat? What does FlowerClan want this time? Is playing a prank on Bubblingstar Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Learns a new skill from Hazelpelt (+)
with Mistleheart Event : Twolegs! Choice : Do Not Proceed Outcome : The two warriors head out to hunt, but are interrupted by crashing leaves. Four twolegs erupt from the bushes and they're forced to find someplace else to hunt. Even if they were brave enough to hunt around twolegs, all the prey has hidden from their clumsy walking. Winked playfully at a Clanmate from across the clearing Patrol: None Relationships - Grooms a hard-to-reach place for Cinderkit (++)
with Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Greets Scarletdrift politely
with Bubblingstar Event : A lizard! Choice : Procced Outcome : Pondpaw pounces! It's not that big, but it's the start of what turns into a great patrol, the two cats bringing home plenty of prey as orange leaves drift around the two cats in swirls of color. Major Events Event: Recovers from her claw-wound with a scar.
Patrol: Training Relationships - Gets along better with Thrushfleck today (+)
with Dappleswipe Event : Fundamentals Choice : Proceed Outcome : Dappleswipe tries to get Haypaw to think about why YewClan's territory is split into two halves, and how each part is essential for YewClan's survival. She shows Haypaw to Rainfang's Point and tells the story about how the tree got its name. Wonders what it would be like to have a fish for a tail Patrol: None Relationships - Wishes he was as pretty as Hazelpelt (-)
with none Event : none Choice : none Outcome : none Patrol: None Relationships - Thinks Frozenlaurel is treating her like a kit! (--)
with none Event : none Choice : none Outcome : none
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