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Post by lazzylake on Jun 6, 2024 13:14:39 GMT -5
Name: Hunterswipe Description: An elderly long-furred tom with blue eyes as bright as the moon. To complement his lunar appearance, his gray coat is decorated with swirls and spots resembling craters. Hunterswipe was found on a patrol with one of his paws caught in a snare and brought in for healing. The tom was named in part after Dappleswipe who heard his cries and rescued him. Despite being in a deal of pain because of his injury and age, he is a light-spirited cat and is eager to make a good impression among the clan.
lazzylake
(I HAVE GONE OFF THE DEEP END!! This honestly might've been an impulse claim, we’ll see how I do with THREE cats to write for in the next couple moons. If I burnout too quickly, someone else can take this boy! I just felt a calling as soon as I saw Hunterswipe. I NEED him <3)
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Post by Brownie on Jun 6, 2024 13:15:42 GMT -5
all yours! I'm taking a break from editing pages but I'll add everything up later tonight~ ]]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 6, 2024 13:38:26 GMT -5
[[ also won't be replying for the first day, I was more caught up in 1. chatting about what the Stormmask Omen could be about (still haven't gotten a reply I don't think), and 2. watching a YouTube video that was the first episode of a cat superhero show made for five year olds ]]
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Post by lazzylake on Jun 6, 2024 14:15:19 GMT -5
( lemonshortbread ahh forgot to reply to you sorry! Honestly some fluffy feathers for Dappleswipe's neat will be fine since she'll be sick part of the moon. Y'all I have a really cute Hunter and Dapple interaction in store. Get ready for some wholesomeness!!)
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jun 6, 2024 14:47:34 GMT -5
Cinderpaw Rushing Creek | w/ Frozenlaurel Brownie Was nice to Frozenlaurel today
It had not been easy evading Thrushfleck to sneak off and practice fishing with Frozenlaurel. Between patrols and her regular apprentice training, Cinderpaw had only been free to meet with Frozenlaurel roughly once a quarter moon. Needless to say, that's not nearly enough time to be as proficient as she would have cared to be by now, but like most things, Cinderpaw had to remind herself that patience is a virtue...no matter how agonizing it was, can't put the apprentice before the mentor, she thought to herself.
That is, before she had missed yet another minnow in the shallows. Her tail lashed back and forth with frustration at another failure. Forget patience! How did Frozenlaurel make this look so easy, like it was just instinct for him? Cinderpaw's emerald eyes fluttered closed briefly, her dark nose inhaling the dewy morning air to take a few steady breaths and calm herself down before shaking out her pelt as if to physically toss away the feeling. It was bad enough the water lapping around her paws still felt like ice since the sun had yet to show itself above YewClan's trees, she shouldn't make her state any worse by getting so worked up over a less-than-mouse-brained fish. She would have another go, the creatures were too stupid to move somewhere else and always huddled back in their schools at the exact same spot again after being frightened - so long as her shadow was not looming over them. Cinderpaw at least remembered that bit of advice from Frozenlaurel.
Speaking of the tom, hopefully he didn't see her fail...again. It was already embarrassing enough to have a former kittypet teach her something new, let alone watch her fail over and over again at the lessons he was teaching her. It wasn't all bad though, she had caught a few minnows here and there, and once she even went far enough into Rushing Creek to catch a not quite fully grown trout. Still, the progress wasn't consistent, and if the results weren't consistent, then they were not good enough to show Thrushfleck, "Frozenlaurel," Cinderpaw turned her mostly white head towards the gray warrior, "I just don't understand how you're so consistent with fishing, I mean, we've visited this creek four or five times. I just can't seem to understand what I'm doing wrong!" Her tail drooped, getting the fur on the bottom side of her tail wet in the shallows, but Cinderpaw hardly noticed as she turned her gaze from the tabby to the minnows seeming to taunt her at her paws.I'm supposed to be a warrior one day, and I can't even do what kittypets do!
[OOC: you can point to her impatience, like striking too early if you need an idea for what he should critique!]
Cinderpaw YewClan Camp | w/ Dappleswipe lazzylake Pays extra attention when Dappleswipe assigns patrols | wants to cheer up Dappleswipe
Cinderpaw's picky eating habits certainly saved her from the fate of some of her clanmates who were now left curled up and sick in the medicine cat's den. She did feel terrible for them though, hopefully, none would succumb to whatever disease that rabbit carried - especially Dappleswipe. Bubblingstar was getting old, and the gray around his muzzle showed his age, well, one of his ages. Cinderpaw wasn't terribly sure how the nine lives thing worked yet. She did know though that should Bubblingstar retire to the elders' den, Dappleswipe would be next in line. StarClan forbid Dappleswipe joined them, it would leave YewClan in an odd limbo between a potentially young and/or inexperienced deputy and an elderly leader, a neighboring Clan may see that kind of predicament as an advantage.
Dappleswipe had to get better soon, and Cinderpaw was determined to help in any way she could, even if it meant just getting the deputy's spirits up. The apprentice had snuck out during the night to find some honeycomb for the sick cats that resided in Stormmask and Shadepatch's den for now, though not without being stung once or twice. As she pushed through the entrance to the camp, some of the honey had dripped down and gotten stuck on the long white fur of her chest, the moonlight making the droplets shine golden as Cinderpaw tried to proceed lightly on her paws toward the medicine den. Her neck strained at the weight of the honeycomb as she had tried to bring back as much as she could not knowing exactly how much each cat would care for. In hindsight, it was probably a ridiculous amount but that was better than not bringing enough.
The apprentice's emerald eyes flashed in the darkness of the den, searching for the deputy's unique half-russet-colored face, acutely aware of the honey now dripping down to her forepaws. Cinderpaw tip-toed forward after spotting Dappleswipe, treading very carefully around the nests of her other clanmates, moving at a snail's pace in order to not make any noise. Her eyes went wide and she froze as she watched a large glob of honey accidentally drip onto Stormmask's tabby pelt, Foxdung! she was sure to get quite the earful for that later... After what felt like ages, Cinderpaw had reached Dappleswipe's nest and gently laid the honeycomb about a mouse-length from her nose. She let out a small sigh of relief, thank StarClan that was over, until the morning anyway.
[OOC: Sand i hope it's okay to include that bit in there, but if not, I'll remove it asap! just thought it would be kind of funny since Stormmask was already annoyed at Cinderpaw for getting in the way last moon]
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jun 6, 2024 14:48:19 GMT -5
[ lazzylake - the way i didn't see ur reply LOL i can change it if you'd like or if you'd like to roll with what I've got, it's all good!]
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 6, 2024 15:15:48 GMT -5
Heavy »
unusually hot hunting patrol, thinks hazelpelt is a good warrior - jaybun! & wonders about life in flowerclan
The life of a warrior was not easy. The life of a warrior was riddled with hardships and privation. Danger lurked around every corner - the lumbering figure of a wolverine. Sickness spread like wildfire - the fresh meat of prey tainted by an unknown poison. It was an honorable life, a satisfying one, but dangerous nonetheless. Anything could happen at any given time, the laws of nature ruthless and unforgiven. Even in a season like greenleaf, where all was supposed to be plentiful and morale at its highest, disaster could strike.
Heavy’s lips tightened as she recalled watching her Clanmates shudder with sickness and fumble to Stormmask’s and Shadepatch’s den. The plump rabbits that Pondspeckle and Frozenlaurel had brought back to camp a few sunrises ago had at first been a blessing, but as more and more cats who had feasted upon the rabbits’ flesh fell ill, it was becoming all too clear that the blessing had actually been a curse. Now more than ever the Clan needed a supple amount of prey to carry them through this poison that snaked through them. They needed fresh-kill with pure blood rather than tainted. Too many lives had been lost as of recently, and Heavy refused to see another one of her Clanmates lost.
Blue eyes swept a glance toward the brown tabby at her side. Hazelpelt had been with the Clan for some time now, an outsider much like Heavy had been seasons and seasons ago. Though they shared an outsider lineage, Heavy had always been a cat of the wild. She had come to the Clan with the knowledge of hunting and fighting already ingrained in her. She still had to learn the YewClan style of warriorhood once she had been healed from her broken bones and infection, but falling into the motions of hunting and protecting had come easy for her. She had already known the basics, and having that foundation to land on when she failed made her mistakes easier to handle. Hazelpelt had not had that. The brown molly had been a kittypet before this, a cat who had relied on twolegs to provide for her. It had surely been a shock to the tabby when she came to the Clan. Heavy knew it had shocked some of her Clanmates when a kittypet had asked to join, and many had wondered if she would even make it as a Clan cat, yet here Hazelpelt was. She was a dutiful warrior with a loyal heart. Only a true warrior like Hazelpelt would be out in this scorching heat searching for prey.
Heavy herself was starting to feel the effects of the sun as she trudged along through the undergrowth. While her thick pelt was a blessing in the colder seasons, the warmer seasons truly made it a curse to carry around so much fur. But as determined as she was to provide for her Clan, Heavy continued on. The two had caught a piece of prey each, but Heavy knew there had to be more mice and squirrels and birds out there. Greenleaf had always been an abundant time for prey.
A mere ghost of a thought, Heavy couldn’t stop it as her mind wandered to the Clan on the other side of the creek. Rabbits were their main source of prey, were they not? Were the warriors of FlowerClan also struck down by a sudden illness stemming from their meals? How were their cats faring? Heavy had to wonder what life was like in FlowerClan at the moment; they had once been enemy Clans, unsheathing their claws at one another, but Heavy’s family had kin across the border. She couldn’t help but wonder how they were faring.
The calico shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to ruminate on another Clan when her own needed her.
Glancing back at her companion, Heavy noted how Hazelpelt was beginning to look a little warm underneath all her fur as well. ”Did you want to continue the hunt?” The sun was becoming a lot for Heavy, but she was willing to continue hunting. She wanted to double check with her patrolmate before wandering deeper into the thicket, though. If Hazelpelt was ready to call it a day then Heavy would follow suit.
Slatefoot »
enjoys being with bubblingstar, finds a trapped old cat with bubblingstar - jaybun! & dappleswipe - lazzylake
It was like she was an apprentice again, patrolling the YewClan territory alongside the familiar orange and white pelt of her former mentor. From time to time she would walk a little faster, brushing her pelt against Bubblingstar’s own, drawing in the familiarity of his scent. Ever since she could remember she had looked up to the senior tomcat, eyes blinking in amazement as she manifested training underneath his watchful gaze. He had always been a source of comfort to her, a reassuring presence even when she messed up her training or misplaced a leap. Slatefoot knew she would always love her former mentor, and being beside him right now, even on patrol, reinforced that belief. Bubblingstar was a source of inspiration for her, and she hoped to always make him proud as she attempted to follow in his paw steps.
Despite the fact that she was with both her leader and deputy, Slatefoot couldn’t help herself as she marched on ahead - something she had always done on every patrol she was a part of. A bad habit of hers, but she hated being the cat behind everybody else. She longed to be at the front of the action, the cat to act first and report back to the others if something went awry. It was her impatience that carried her forward and her love for her Clanmates that placed her on the front lines at any given chance.
And it was times like now that reminded Slatefoot why she always wanted to be the first to respond.
Cries of pain floated through the air, a song of shock entering Slatefoot’s ears. Her fur prickled upward, a dark-pelted pine cone. The warrior’s tail lashed back and forth as she turned a concerned gaze to both Bubblingstar and Dappleswipe. ”Some cat is hurt!” She cried before doing what she did best - jumping headfirst into the problem.
Long strides and quick paws soon had her coming to a halt when she stumbled upon the source of the cries - a bedraggled spotted gray tom, his eyes misted with anguish and his paw caught in the jaws of a silver beast Slatefoot knew not the name of. Disturbed leaves and claw marks in the nearby soil painted a picture of torture. This tom had been trapped for some time now. No telling how long he had been stuck in this beast’s jaws.
”Hold on, we’ll get you out,” Slatefoot called over to the frantic tom before turning to look over her shoulder. ”Bubblingstar, Dappleswipe, come quick!” They had no time to lose.
Slatefoot »
wants to get to know stormmask better - -
Being a medicine cat had to be hard. Helping sick and injured cats, listening to the omens StarClan spoke, having to unravel the meaning behind those omens… It sounded exhausting, more so than hunting and patrolling Clan borders every single day. Slatefoot didn’t know how Stormmask and Shadepatch handled it, but she supposed they had been made for such responsibilities just as she had been made to be a warrior. To her memorizing battle moves and how to catch different species of prey had come easy, but if she tried to remember every herb and ailment a Clan cat could come across then she would fail miserably and make a fool out of herself. For Stormmask and Shadepatch that had surely come easy to them. It was odd, Slatefoot pondered, how some cats were meant for the life of a warrior while others the life of a healer.
The last few days had surely been tough for the Clan’s medicine cats. Not only had poisoned prey been passed around the Clan, but Stormmask herself was ill. That left only Shadepatch in charge, the tortoiseshell molly working as hard as ever to keep up with all her patients. It had to be stressful, but Shadepatch had Thrushfleck to see her through this hard time.
Stormmask on the other paw… She had Spottedfur, her father, but did the gray tabby healer ever long for something more? How did she feel watching her apprentice form a bond with Thrushfleck that soon blossomed into romance?
Slatefoot had spent a decent amount of time with Stormmask through the moons, helping her gather herbs or giving her companionship while sorting through the flowers in her den, but there was still a lot about the medicine cat that Slatefoot did not know. Her tail-tip twitched as she sat there, pondering, in the middle of camp. Maybe she’d stop by and check in on Stormmask at some point, offer to spend some time with her and just chat about the going on of life as she healed from the poison running through her system.
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Post by jaybun! on Jun 6, 2024 16:59:56 GMT -5
aurhruhgh i love bubbling and slate's relationship so much, i'm going to be so sad when it goes. working on responses now!
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Post by jaybun! on Jun 6, 2024 18:00:12 GMT -5
BUBBLINGSTAR - Injured outsider with Slatefoot & Dappleswipe!
Much to his fortune, and perhaps other's misfortune, the honey-thick heat of summer was a balm to Bubblingstar's sharper aches and pains. The warmth lulled at his worries, shaping the small clearings they passed into inviting lounging spots. If he didn't care so much about maintaining a semi-respectable image in front his former apprentice and deputy; he would have already been sprawled out on the forest floor in his best impression of a log. The patrol held its own charms, though. He smiled, blinking slow and affectionate as Slatefoot brushed against him before speeding back to her usual position at the lead. A thrum of pride beat in his chest at the sight. She was so big now, some days it felt he'd wake up and she'd grown another tail-length! Stars, he could remember how she'd tripped over his paws for the first time like it'd been only yesterday. A sound cut through his reminiscing- a low, terrible caterwauling that sent a shiver down his spine. Slatefoot vanished in its direction, cutting through the undergrowth before Bubblingstar could say a word. He let out a sigh, glancing to his side to check on Dappleswipe, before he followed after. She'd grown up so much, but Slatefoot still held onto that move first, think later attitude. It did sound like a cat in pain, but Brightleaf's sudden death weighed heavy on his mind. Bubblingstar would never forgive himself if he had to help Heavy bury another daughter so soon. Bubblingstar, Dappleswipe, come quick! Slatefoot's worried voice led him to a small hollow near the border. His fear eased at the sight of her hale and whole, but the cat writhing on the ground beside her unsettled him. The elder outsider looked absolutely miserable, nose cracked and flaking with dryness- leg twisted in the sharp smooth...thing staked to the ground. " We'll need Storm-mask," Bubblingstar said, as he edged closer, voice gentler as he spoke to the injured loner, " we'll get you out of there. Hold on."
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Post by Brownie on Jun 6, 2024 19:03:07 GMT -5
Frozenlaurel -x-----------x-
There were so many rabbits about, it would be foolish not to try and catch some for the fresh kill pile. Frozenlaurel wasn't the quickest cat and missed more of them than he caught, but even as one escaped his clutches, he looked up and there was another not far away.
The grey tom gave himself a moment to catch his breath and clean the dirt from between his claws--he'd tried to dig the rabbit out of the burrow, with no success--before he dropped into a low crouch and started moving across the forest floor to where the second rabbit grazed on a patch of tall clovers.
This rabbit wasn't so quick as the first, and by the time it spotted him, he'd stalked close enough that he could snag his claws in its fur after only a short chase. "Mmph! Gotcha," he exclaimed, sitting over the prey with a smug expression. It was the second rabbit he'd caught that day; YewClan would feast!
It wasn't very practical to bury the thing, so he dragged it along with him as he went to search for Pondspeckle. Frozenlaurel was certain his son would have even more luck than he did: Pondspeckle took after his mother, with long legs and boundless energy. Certainly he'd have caught another rabbit or two by now, plenty enough for them to return to camp, their hunting patrol successfully providing YewClan with another day or two of security.
Frozenlaurel's tail flicked contentedly behind him as he carried the rabbit back to where he'd left the first. He didn't know what to make of StarClan, not yet, but decided to ask Stormmask how best to thank them anyways. If YewClan's starry ancestors had a part in giving YewClan these rabbits, well... perhaps he should show them a bit of respect. Just in case.
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fishing with Cinderpaw - @gingershortbread
-x-----------x- It was a great day for fishing. The icy flow of Rushing Creek was a balm for the greenleaf sun, and while Cinderpaw worked hard to practice swiping the water at minnows a bit upstream, Frozenlaurel didn't bother to hunt at all. He stood in the creek, the chilly water brushing across his paws, and watched the morning sunlight dance across the quick-moving stream.
He heard Cinderpaw call for him, and stepped out of the water to the bank, so he could approach her without scaring the fish. Frozenlaurel flicked his pale grey ears as he came close enough to speak without needing to shout. "I think you're doing a fantastic job at it," he said, using his ringed tail to gesture towards the small pile of minnow on the bank behind the molly. "Now that you got the movements, I can teach you some strategy."
The minnows' scales were blindingly silver in the bright morning sun, flashing as he moved to come sit on the bank behind her. A slight breeze cooled the water clinging to his paws, like the bite of frost, and he was glad the sun was shining across FlowerClan's open territory to shine brightly on their bank. It certainly was a boon when fishing, as their shadows were cast in long swoops well behind them--fishing was more challenging in the evening hours, when the sun would be at their backs and a cat's shadow would be cast over the water.
Frozenlaurel watched her form for a few moments more carefully. "Fishing is about patience," he said, after her paw came up empty. "It's not like stalking a mouse. If you let a mouse go back to its burrow, there's no point in waiting around for it to come back out, right? So you have to take the first chance you get to catch it. But with fish, it's the opposite. They'll keep coming back, see?
"You have to be willing to let some chances go. Let the fish go, and wait, and only when you have the perfect opportunity, when you've lured the fish into coming closer to the bank--a false sense of security, right?--when it traps itself between your claws and the bank, that's when you strike."
He crept closer on soft paws. The fish could feel vibrations from the bank, so he moved as carefully as if he were stalking a mouse until he was at the edge of the water next to Cinderpaw. "It also helps to try and find some stones to trap the fish against, cut off their escape routes and funnel them into your paws." The sunlight glinting across the water's surface made it harder to peer into it, but he squinted until he found a structure that would work for his lesson. "Or a tree root. See there?" He pointed a few tail-lengths down the stream, then stood and made his way to the better spot. "Downstream of the obstacle is always better, it breaks the current and makes a calm place where fish like to gather to rest." -x-----------x- [[ OOC : Cinderpaw is such a darling. <3 I don't know why game!Frozen decided to adopt her (and maybe Drizzlepaw now) but I am totally for it. This guy gives me den dad vibes. If there's ever random loner kits that need adopting, I totally see he and Heavy fighting over who gets to adopt them, and then only grudgingly accepting to platonically co-parent lmao
Also oop have a whole lecture on fish because. Funzies. I miss fishing haha I don't do it very often anymore.
also my man is so happy to be catching so much prey for his Clan <3 And spending time with his son <3 he is going to be BROKEN when he realizes he started a Plague. I'll def give him a reaction once some of the sick cats get their posts in. ]]
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Post by Brownie on Jun 6, 2024 19:05:23 GMT -5
Also AH jaybun! I didn't realize at first because I did the relationship tabs the night before and the patrols later but. Bubblingstar literally sent Frozenlaurel to go hunt and he comes back with a bunch of poisoned prey, no wonder he's disappointed in him!! ]]
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Post by jaybun! on Jun 6, 2024 19:23:35 GMT -5
ohohoho i didn't know that!! pocketing for my next response
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Post by lazzylake on Jun 6, 2024 23:42:13 GMT -5
Dappleswipe
Border patrol with Bubblingstar and SlatefootDappleswipe was more than eager to be on a patrol with Bubblingstar and his apprentice. She felt comfortable padding alongside two cats she honored and had a close bond with. She knew their personalities and predictability- as reflected when Slatefoot trotted to keep pace to brush pelts with Bubblingstar. The deputy purred in contentment at the sentimental pair.
The sun blazed especially bright today, which wasn't a pleasant feeling on Dappleswipe's primarily black pelt. She tried the best she could to stick to the shaded trees so heat wouldn't absorb into her short fur. At least a cool breeze broke up the shining rays every now and again.
And, breaking up the peaceful atmosphere, came a shriek from the hollow. As always, Slatefoot was the first to notice and take action. Learning from last moon’s patrol, Dappleswipe realized a quick leap into danger could be both life-threatening and life-saving. In this case, it was the latter. Slatefoot’s call to her and the leader instantly spiked Dappleswipe’s anxiety. Exchanging a nervous glance with Bubblingstar, she exploded into a clearing.
“Oh great StarClan”, she breathed. Gray fur was huddled into a lump on the leaf scattered floor. The unfortunate elderly tom certainly put up a fight with the pesky trap around his front paw, but now his struggling and cries for help were replaced with ragged heaving. It would be clear to any creature that he was utterly exhausted. As Bubblingstar and Slatefoot gave faint words of reassurance, Dappleswipe attempted desperately to find the root of the problem. “Keep your injured paw still. I’ll see if we can get this… uh- tendril loose.” The shiny silver vine looked just thin enough to nibble through if she was careful enough. She grasped gently to the trap with her teeth, applying light pressure. In an instant, it broke in two and slithered to the ground.
Dappleswipe's heart fluttered in relief. StarClan would not claim another cat in their sky just yet. Did this loner even know about StarClan? Honestly, it was quite a mystery how he got here. Why would he be alone at such an old age? In this unbearable heat? "Your paw is free now. Try to relax for a moment, you've been through a lot." The deputy tipped her head at her leader's descision. "I agree, Bubblingstar. We should take him to Stormmask and Shadepatch right away. His situation seems dire.”
Hunterswipe
IntroductionCreak, creak… The old tom crawled his way slowly among the blades of grass. Birdsong twittered among the trees, and the gray cat crouched in anticipation. Though his bones were achy and creaked with movement, he was still determined to earn a successful catch. Hunting was in his name, after all.
A plump robin fluttered below, pecking at worms at seeds on the ground. Just a few steps further…Now! The loner sped up, panting as he exerted himself to a sprint. Just as his paws were about to reach it, the bird squawked and instead flew to a strange perch. The movement surprised the cat, but nonetheless he turned and chased after it.
All of a sudden, he tripped. Something tightened around his front paw, and it jerked backwards unnaturally. A shriek of pain escaped the tom’s jaws, and the robin flew above their head, mocking him. Frantic scratching and hissing followed as he tried to free himself, to no avail. The sun blazed on, and after a few moments, those wails and yowls became huffs and wheezes. Who was he kidding; he didn't have nine lives! He was too frail to free himself alone. Fatigued and defeated, he sank to the ground, heaving to stay alive…
The sound of three cats rushing towards him caught the tom’s attention, “Help… please help…”, he moaned. Gosh, he hated how pathetic they sounded. Already a dark tortoiseshell was investigating his injury, and effectively loosened the suffocating band. The elder felt instantly relieved and muttered a grunt of thanks. He tried licking his lips to keep them moisturized, but even his tongue was dry. His front paw was twisted strangely thanks to the struggle, but no blood trickled out of it.
At the edges of his hearing he heard the three cats speaking. They were clearly concerned about his predicament, and it could be the heat, or age, but the old cat couldn't make out their words. A patch of shade sounds nice… but a storm? In this weather? It hardly made sense. What he did understand was the tortoiseshell advising him to relax. Say no more. He was too exhausted to get a word in. All the tom uttered was a faint croak before he closed his eyes, vision fading to a succumbing black. tags:jaybun! Feathertalon ooc: (I think I'm happy with everything now. Here is the sweet old man's introduction)
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Post by duskflight on Jun 7, 2024 1:29:05 GMT -5
Mistleheart was on patrol: Bubblingstar had sent her. With her was Thrushfleck, Cinderpaw and Drizzlepaw. Thrushfleck had gone to hide, so the apprentices could go track him down. "𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝘄𝗼, 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁! 𝗧𝗿𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻," She commanded them, a glint of laughter sparkling in her eyes. "𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲!" She exclaimed, proud of them both of the young cats. "𝗡𝗼𝘄, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽." The patrol trekked through the forest. Mistleheart reported the successful session to Bubblingstar. After the long walk, Mistleheart felt hungry. She walked up to the fresh-kill pile, grabbed a large vole and took it back to her den. She ripped it apart, finishing it in only a few gulps. Just a little while after, she started to feel a bit sick, so she trotted over to the medicine den. While telling the medicine cat about how she was feeling, she threw up. She felt very anxious about this, and so decided to spend the night in the medicine den. Soon enough, she realised half the clan were going through the exact same thing as her. She looked around, worried. What if this new illness would wipe our half the clan? (Aaah, Mistleheart looks sooo cute curled up like that. My poor baby ) [[ Fun fact, I read through the moon update, and the cause of the illness was actually a bunch of rabbits, no mention of voles, doing this just to make sure you know! Also, I noticed earlier when you edited something you deleted the original post, but you don't have to do that, especially not for this, which would only require a change of one word, maybe some others if you really want to ]] (Oop, sorry, I didn't see that, I'll change it. Also sorry, ill try to remember that!)
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 7, 2024 2:21:23 GMT -5
[[ Also, since as I am writing this no one put up any (not sure what to call them) ''prompt starters'' for Shadepatch related stuff, so I will probably just do the ''shares prey with Dappleswipe'' whenever I have the motivation ]]
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Post by Sand on Jun 7, 2024 3:14:22 GMT -5
[[ also Sand, if you want to do Feathertalon's idea of making the omen about the tainted prey, what if after the patrol we did a scene where Stormmask eats a rabbit and Shadepatch realises a bit too late that this may be what the Omen is wwarning them about ]] [ I’m up for this idea, I like it! Would you like me to start us off? ]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 7, 2024 4:09:35 GMT -5
[[ also Sand , if you want to do Feathertalon 's idea of making the omen about the tainted prey, what if after the patrol we did a scene where Stormmask eats a rabbit and Shadepatch realises a bit too late that this may be what the Omen is wwarning them about ]] [ I’m up for this idea, I like it! Would you like me to start us off? ] [[ Yes I would like you to start it off (also like an hour or something late because ✨Reasons✨) ]]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 7, 2024 5:14:11 GMT -5
[[ I am currently playing Clangen, and one of my favorite cats just got attacked by a wolverine, wanted to mention this because I thought of Brightleaf over here almost immediately lol ]]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 7, 2024 5:18:45 GMT -5
[[ Update to the Clangen game I'm playing right now: The kit that I named after Stormmask just became a med apprentice- ]]
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Post by stormshade1 on Jun 7, 2024 7:47:36 GMT -5
Brownie The fact that Pond got sick but not Frozen will be interesting, and Pond's probably gonna have a mini emotional breakdown and blame himself for Hay too cuz if he wasn't sick, then he would've been with Hay to fight off the rogues, etc. And then that he got one of the two healers sick too, leaving the youngest to deal with all of them. Also, for anybody who has a poisoned cat and would like to know, the poison will be gone next moon with proper herbs, in two moons if not, and there is a 10% chance of it turning into redcough so... Hope you don't die? EDIT: Looked back at the moon and, Shade and Storm, looks like you found out what StarCLan was tryna tell you too late!
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Post by stormshade1 on Jun 7, 2024 8:03:39 GMT -5
Also Brownie, why are Bramble and Ice's dates of birth Unknown? Doesn't it show their living moons, and you can take that away from the moon they died? Or is it Unknown for story purposes?
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Post by stormshade1 on Jun 7, 2024 8:09:45 GMT -5
Pondspeckle Hunting ( Brownie ) StarClan had been kind that day. Or so they thought. The rabbits were plentiful – Frozenlaurel and Pondspeckle had each caught two. As Pondspeckle leaped and landed on his third, he sent thanks to StarClan. StarClan was an odd subject for him – he didn’t know how much he believe it, and how much he was being forced to believe. But StarClan had been good to him and his father, and the Clan would feast. Sick, hisses at Thrushfleck ( grimmreminder ) Now he lay in the medicine den, regretting everything. It was his fault. All his fault. He had gotten Dappleswipe and Stormmask sick, Mistleheart and himself. Luckily Frozenlaurel hadn’t gotten sick. But... they weren’t the only ones in the medicine den. Hayfeather was there too, along with the newest addition to the Clan, Hunterswipe. Hayfeather had another wound, this time from a fight with a rogue. And Pondspeckle couldn’t help but blame himself for that too – If he hadn’t got everyone sick, maybe he could have been with Hayfeather, and saved her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a big ginger and white tom. It was Thrushfleck. He didn’t deserve company, not now. “Leave me alone.”
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Post by dewbranch on Jun 7, 2024 8:29:46 GMT -5
Scarletdrift - Sharpening his claws & Appreciates that he can always rely on Heavy (+++)
Scarletdrift was now an elder. He wasn't sure exactly how he felt about it, but spending more time with Spottedfur was a plus. The two toms had gotten along well in their moons together as warriors, and Scarletdrift only found it fitting that they retire together as well. Pollendew should be here with us. Pollendew, Scarlerdrift's late mate, had died shortly after Beesong and Frostfleck had been born. They should be here too.
Sure, maybe he had joined Spottedfur in the elders' den because he was lonely. His entire family had made their way to Starclan, leaving him here alone to fend for himself. But they had both died bravely, Frostfleck protecting the clan from a gang of rogues and Beesong died from a snakebite. She had been close to Bubblingstar too.
Scarletdrift got to his paws and exited the camp, wanting to get some fresh air. Yewclan territory was nice at all times of the day, but his favorite time was early morning, when the sun is starting to climb the sky. He found a tree near the camp and started to sharpen his claws against the rough bark. There was still a wolverine on the loose, and if Scarletdrift happened to run into it, he wanted to be ready to fight.
Now, as Scarletdrift padded back into camp, he spotted Heavy. The she-cat had joined the clan as a loner with a broken back, with the odds of surviving not in her favor. Over the past few moons Scarletdrift had started to see how much he appreciated her presence. She was always ready on patrols, thinking up plans and she was able to catch prey with ease. He remembered his last patrol as a warrior had been with her, when they were hunting for the wolverine that had killed her daughter. Scarletdrift understood the pain of losing a mate and ones kits. A part of him still wanted to ask her to be his mate, but he was unsure about it since the rejection. He knew it had been a bad time, and that was the last time he would even follow his heart instead of his head.
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 7, 2024 10:03:32 GMT -5
Shadepatch - Shares Prey with Dappleswipe (lazzylake ) and is organising the herb storesShadepatch had been having a lot to do this moon, what with the tainted prey poisoning four cats, including her mentor Stormmask, the new addition to the clan, Hunterswipe, and Hayfeather getting injured, Shadepatch was just trying her best. She told herself that she did what she could, that she couldn't have helped any further, but she had understood the danger of an Omen Stormmask told her about on a patrol, she could've stopped Stormmask in time.
She had been organising the herb stores while all these thoughts flooded her mind. 'Catmint, Betony, Juniper, Marigold, Cobwebs, Thyme, Rosemary...Hopefully Rosemary wouldn't be needed soon' Shadepatch thought as she sorted the herbs. If they did need to use Rosemary, she just hoped it wouldn't be for Stormmask.
Shadepatch felt she was being too depressing about this, so thought she would get a piece of prey to make up for an argument with Dappleswipe a few moons earlier, that no one had apologised for. Shadepatch knew that Dappleswipe would have gotten over it already, but she still felt guilty about not apologising. She got up from her pseudo-sitting pose when she was sorting herbs, walking out of the medicine den. She walked over to the Fresh-Kill Pile, grabbing a carp that Frozenlaurel and Cinderpaw had managed to catch.
Shadepatch headed back to the medicine den, carrying the large fish in her mouth, hearing birdsong from outside camp, and murmuring of wind through the trees the birds would sometimes sit or make their nests in. She entered the medicine den, walking over to Dappleswipe's current nest there, dropping the carp by Dappleswipe, "Would you like to share this carp with me, Dappleswipe?" She asked the sick cat.
Dialogue HexCode: e6dc78 [OOC: This one post has basically been just, the part where the character that I kinda just feel in her just comes out, like I have decided from this that she knows A LOT of random bird facts, especially on Blackbirds ]]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 7, 2024 11:48:04 GMT -5
[[ Hey Brownie, I have a question; Would it be possible for someone to change the description of their cat AFTER claiming them, for if the cat became a warrior and had a personality trait change that hardly fit the previous description, or if the cats user thought of a better way to word some stuff, etc. etc. ]]
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Post by Brownie on Jun 7, 2024 12:03:50 GMT -5
[[ Hey Brownie , I have a question; Would it be possible for someone to change the description of their cat AFTER claiming them, for if the cat became a warrior and had a personality trait change that hardly fit the previous description, or if the cats user thought of a better way to word some stuff, etc. etc. ]] yes, you can change a description whenever you'd like! ]]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 7, 2024 12:25:27 GMT -5
[[ Hey Brownie , I have a question; Would it be possible for someone to change the description of their cat AFTER claiming them, for if the cat became a warrior and had a personality trait change that hardly fit the previous description, or if the cats user thought of a better way to word some stuff, etc. etc. ]] yes, you can change a description whenever you'd like! ]] [[ Ok! Will probably do that but don't have the time at this exact moment tho ]]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 7, 2024 13:03:25 GMT -5
[[ Ok Brownie, I have decided to change Shadepatches description because I have improved in writing stuff (and Shadepatch became Lonesome) so if I understand correctly, I will now type what I want to change Shade's bio to: Shadepatch is a is a short-haired black and cream tortie she-cat with a few heart shaped splotches on her. Her round, yellow-green eyes are full of playfulness, something that is quite in contrast to her lonesome behaviour. She often worries about her patients, though usually dismisses these worries, something that could possibly be from her wish to prove herself, since she was formerly from Burdockclan before joining Yewclan as an apprentice. She also has quite an interest in birds, especially Blackbirds. ]]
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Post by grimmreminder on Jun 7, 2024 17:24:29 GMT -5
[ Oh gosh thats a lot of sick kitties I hope everyone makes it x-x ] || Thrushfleck - Patrol & Supports Drizzlepaw - /w: Mistleheart, Cinderpaw, Drizzlepaw [ duskflight inkyeternal lemonshortbread ] ||
It was at Thrushfleck's behest that he and Mistleheart go out and train together. Since getting his new mate, and the apprentices, Thrushfleck hadn't had the time to thank his friend. Let alone for the dangling purple flowers that now decorated his long fur. Standing tall, he glanced back and forth between the apprentices with the occasional calm swish of his tail. " Alright, I think we're far enough don't you? " he meowed out casting a glance to his fellow mentor. " If you two remember, we were going to work on our tracking. This won't just be good for hunts after all, but it can be invaluable during a patrol or even if theres a camp emergency to make sure everyone is accounted for! So instead of trying to find some prey in the underbrush... " he trailed off there for the dramatic effect. Letting his body drop close to the ground in a mock hunting crouch. " You're going to be trying to find me. " he turned his gaze towards Drizzlepaw, not missing a beat on helping to make sure the apprentice felt just as capable. " I know I've been with CInderpaw a lot, and she probably knows my scent like the back of her paws by now- but sometimes that's how fate demands it. If anything, you're probably getting a lot more out of this exercise! Either way, try and find me in your own way. These skills will come in handy. "
He nodded there, finishing his speech. " Alright, I'm going to let Mistleheart count a few moments while I scurry off. You two get ready! " he meowed out with a soft purr. This sure was bringing him back to his apprentice days. Sometimes the training could be like a fun game.. either way, he wasted no time to bolt off into the forest. His natural skill at running coming in handy as he navigated the trees in a quick manner. Only to eventually settle on crawling himself under a nice bush to hide himself in- an appropriate distance away. || Thrushfleck - Gets hissed at & Talks to Spottedfur - /w: Pondspeckle, Spottedfur [ sand stormshade1 ]
Thrushfleck at the beginning of the day intended to pay a visit to those affected by the crowfood that crippled a significant portion of their members. Fresh moss in tow, he intended to at least stop by and help his mate to make the others more comfortable in their visit. Poking his head in, he glanced about to the room, about to take a step further when a hiss cut through the silence coming from the young warrior Pondspeckle's direction. His ears flattened at the sound, at the instruction to stay away. He set the moss at his feet, glancing about for Shadepatch who wasn't there to back him up. " I just.. brought this in for you guys thats all. Make sure Stormmask and Shadepatch know its here for you when they get back in. " he instructed. He wasn't going to fight them, if the others wished to remain alone, then he could understand that. Being sick was.. vulnerable. While he tended to take things in cheer and stride- he knew by now that other cats simply did not. Space would be for the best. He stepped back out of the medicine den, craning his neck around the clearing as he spotted Spottedfur near the elders den. Almost on instinct, his paws made their way in that direction. If he was already running errands and delivering moss for nests, then he might as well stop by and check on the elders right? " Hey Spottedfur, hows retirement treating you? " he greeted with a slight flick of his tail in hello. " I was dropping some moss off, and I was wondering if you'd like me to fetch you any at all? I wouldn't mind helping out. "
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Post by Sand on Jun 7, 2024 18:09:14 GMT -5
Stormmask — omens with Shadepatch | cometchaos Beware of the rabbit that springs through the forest.Stormmask could have sworn that morning she had heard a familiar voice— Icepath’s voice. She could only wonder why her former mentor was trying to share an omen with her. Was something terrible going to happen? Surely this was Icepath’s way of warning her. If not, what then? Puzzled by the medicine cat’s voice, she wondered if Shadepatch would be of any help with the omen. In the meantime, the dark grey tabby decided she would take Shadepatch out on a patrol. If any cat could help her right now, it would be her former apprentice. With it being summer and mild weather, Stormmask was hopeful in finding the herbs that they needed. As she padded through the forest, the mild temperatures were quite pleasant to her. At least it was no longer storming and the two medicine cats would be able to gather some poppy seeds today. At least she hoped, but things were looking good for them. Although, Stormmask’s mind was focused on Icepath’s bizarre omen. ”Shadepatch, do you mind if I ask you something?” she inquired, her copper gaze lingering on the young feline. ”I have been hearing the voice of my former mentor, Icepath. She tried to tell me something, a warning of some sort… but I can’t figure it out.”The tabby paused momentarily as she came to a halt. Poppy seeds were known to grow nearby though she couldn’t forget what she was going to tell Shadepatch. ”Icepath said, beware of the rabbit that springs through the forest,” Stormmask mewed slowly, a chill going up her spine. ”What do you think she means? Rabbits aren’t too common in YewClan’s territory.”~ Spottedfur — talking with Thrushfleck | grimmreminderAt sight of another cat that wasn’t Scarletdrift, Spottedfur’s head popped up rapidly. He noticed it was Thrushfleck, the young tom who had become mates with Shadepatch recently. He waved his speckled tail in greeting, excited to see one of his many clanmates. ”Thrushfleck! It’s nice to see you,” he meowed with elation. ”Retirement has been… odd. Sometimes I feel bored, but I hope I can be of help around camp. I’m glad I have Scarletdrift with me though.”As he thought about the ginger tom’s question, he knew the answer already. His moss nest was growing dry and untidy. However, he hadn’t found the time to change it himself. ”Sure, I would like that!” he responded.
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