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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 7, 2024 18:25:03 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
Slatefoot stared down at the odd contraption around the old tom’s paw. Shaped like the jaws of a fox, the young warrior had no idea what to make of the odd creature; creature was a strong term to use, she supposed, given that the thing looked unnatural and inorganic, like it wasn’t alive at all. It was neither plant nor animal, so Slatefoot supposed the thing wasn’t alive or had ever been alive to begin with. But that still left the question of just what was it?
Bubblingstar’s and Dappleswipe’s voices cut through her mulling. Now wasn’t the time to stand back and question what this thing was. A cat needed their help, and Slatefoot was determined to see that this old silver tom would make it to see another day.
Relief swamped Slatefoot at the sight of Dappleswipe nipping through the wire connecting the silver jaws to the ground. The young warrior shot a quick look toward the deputy, a silent response - she was glad that Dappleswipe had been able to figure out how to help free the old tom. Slatefoot wouldn’t have been able to figure it out herself. She wouldn’t have had the patience to look around and figure the puzzle out. Had she been alone then the poor wounded tom would have had to wait longer for some peace.
Slatefoot’s tail twitched. Peace. She didn’t think the old tom would be able to experience peace until after his wounds were treated and after he had had a good meal and some clean water.
”Here, I can help carry him back to camp,” she murmured to both Dappleswipe and Bubblingstar. She was the youngest of the three, not that Dappleswipe was much older than she was by any means, but it made sense for her to take the brunt of the tom’s weight; though, as she looked him over, Slatefoot doubted he could weigh more than an apprentice. It was clear that he had gone a few days without a good meal.
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Post by lazzylake on Jun 7, 2024 18:41:08 GMT -5
Hunterswipe
Welcome to the clan!
Dappleswipe returned from Rushing Creek with a wad of freshly soaked moss. Over the past couple of sunrises she thought intently over the elderly tom the border patrol rescued. He was in grave condition, with a broken bone from the tendril trap and heat exhaustion. A check-up from the deputy was long overdue. Approaching the healer's den, Dappleswipe noticed the familiar spotted gray cat in a nest dozing off. Gingerly padding up, she dropped the moss near his paws.
“Hello there. I brought you some soaked moss. I figured you were thirsty,” she introduced as the elder graciously lapped up the water. “I hope you're feeling a bit better. Welcome to YewClan, uhm-”
“Hunter,” came the answer, voice husky and dry. “My momma named me after what I do best. Please, I'd like to know the cats who saved me.”
“Oh-well, Hunter, me and a couple other cats were on patrol and found you injured. Bubblingstar heard you were in trouble and came to your guide.”
“Ah, you clan cats have such curious names. If I’m going to stay here, in this-clan, may as well get a new name. Could I be called Hunterstar?”
“Sorry, but those names are reserved for leaders only.” Dappleswipe corrected, her whiskers twitching in amusement. “Bubblingstar is the ruler of our clan and has a special name our ancestors gave him. I’m Dappleswipe, the clan deputy. I will be next in line for leadership. A warrior named Slatefo-”
The deputy was cut short again by the elder. “-Hunterswipe? Now that's a name I can get used to…” his eyes drooped and soon he was sleeping once more. Dappleswipe was a bit bewildered by the strange cat's behavior, but she had to admit, she was flattered. A bright smile plastered on her face as she exited the clinic. Intentional or not, this elderly cat viewed her as a hero. That was a sentiment she would take to heart.
tags: N/A
ooc: (WOO IT'S DONE. Sorry everyone I am in a bit of a rush, but here is Hunterswipe's introduction! I'll get everything coded when I get home again. For now, enjoy the cute old man shenanigans)
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Post by jaybun! on Jun 7, 2024 20:05:27 GMT -5
HAZELPELT - Hunting with Heavy (Caught Spottedfur talking behind her back, heckled with Hayfeather) " I don't think I can handle the sun much longer," Hazelpelt answered Heavy with an worn out laugh, glad for the little break. The other molly must've been tired too, but admirably, she only looked a little uncomfortable. Hazel on the other hand, panted, shaking her shoulders in a vain attempt to drive off the sun. Her fur felt hot and she found herself wishing for the comfort of her Tallwalker's home, not for the first time. And probably not the last. Not that she would dare to bring it up. Heavy seemed to genuinely enjoy Hazelpelt's company, for whatever reason. And after the way she'd caught Spottedfur sniping about her to the other warriors... well, maybe it was best to keep those memories to herself. She may not have exactly planned to become a clan cat, but it didn't look like anyone (with maybe Frozenlaurel as the sole exception) remembered that. Being held to those standards could be more than a little tiring. Didn't stop her from joining in on some harmless (in her opinion) teasing at the Gatherings! Most of the other clans didn't seem to keen on being friendly with a kittypet, anyhow. Goodness, the way Hayfeather had sent that Burdockclan molly off blushing! Hazelpelt didn't think it was possible to get anymore flustered! She huffed another small laugh, blinking fondly at Heavy at her side, " is it alright if we head back?"
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jun 7, 2024 21:40:22 GMT -5
[just a heads up, i'm going to be realllyy busy this next week. i'm moving across the country for a new job so i'm going to be swamped getting my new house set up and adjusting to this new workplace so i probably won't be able to do anything other than lurk until Thursday and then we'll see where i'm at, I'll respond as i'm able but yeah...it's a lot at once lol. my husband isn't able to move in with me until later either so i'm doing it all on my own for now]
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Post by lemonshortbread on Jun 7, 2024 21:43:03 GMT -5
[also, don't feel bad if anyone needs to NPC Cinderpaw from Monday until the next moon, i'll be driving]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 8, 2024 1:21:34 GMT -5
Shadepatch - Omens with Stormmask (Sand )"Well, Rabbits might not be common, but maybe it's something to do with the fact that they aren't that common?" Shadepatch replied to the question, obviously thinking of more ideas. "Or maybe it could be something related to the weird trap that Hunterswipe was caught in? Shadepatch said again, before seeming to get an idea, "Or maybe it's a mix of both those things! I don't know for sure but it's some ideas!" Shadepatch said, this seemed to be all the ideas she had gotten. "Also, I've noticed that Blackbirds tend to sing a lot more after it rains!" Shadepatch said, completely out of the blue.[[ OOC: I love this girl so much- Also, Sand, after Stormmask's reply to Shade's ideas, can I do a timeskip to after the patrol/walking back from the patrol(probably the second), then you can do a little scene where maybe, like, Storm sees the rabbits, but sees some other cats eating some rabbits, and thinks it's ok then like 7 seconds later in-universe Shadepatch is like "WAIT" and also, Dialogue Hex Code is e6dc78 ]]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 8, 2024 1:28:07 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. ]] [[ Along with this unanswered request, Brownie, I had also previously asked what it would take for something to get added to the "Traditions" section, I will continue to Quote this post every day until I get a reply ]]
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Post by Brownie on Jun 8, 2024 10:54:03 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. ]] [[ Along with this unanswered request, Brownie, I had also previously asked what it would take for something to get added to the "Traditions" section, I will continue to Quote this post every day until I get a reply ]] I have already replied to both. ]]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 8, 2024 11:04:08 GMT -5
[[ Along with this unanswered request, Brownie , I had also previously asked what it would take for something to get added to the "Traditions" section, I will continue to Quote this post every day until I get a reply ]] I have already replied to both. ]] [[ when. ]]
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Post by Sand on Jun 8, 2024 18:12:20 GMT -5
cometchaos - [ I’m fine with that, though we need to keep in mind that our posts will need to come to and end by Monday. Brownie answered your questions on page 54. If you can’t find the answer, let me know and I can link you to the posts. ]
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Post by lazzylake on Jun 8, 2024 18:52:14 GMT -5
(Working on Cinderpaw and Shadepatch's prompts and am aiming for them to get posted tonight depending on how fast I type them. I don't think I can get Hazelpelt's up this moon sadly.
Just a heads up, I'll be mostly inactive on Monday since I am getting a work opportunity! I hope things go over well. My activity may fluctuate a ton so I probably won't have a smooth posting schedule. I'll definitely strive to get at least one response in person character.)
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 8, 2024 19:03:47 GMT -5
Heavy »
For as determined she was to keep the hunt going, Heavy was starting to realize that the heat was just too much for both her and Hazelpelt. Hazelpelt’s comment about the sun was taken seriously and without second thought from the senior warrior. It was more important than ever to bring back an abundance of prey, but the last thing the Clan needed was for two more warriors to fall ill, especially when sun illness could be easily avoided. They had at least caught some prey, and that was better than nothing.
In agreement she dipped her head, nodding in response to her patrolmate’s inquiry. ”That’s more than okay,” she replied simply. With each paw step she took the sun only seemed to grow hotter and hotter, a scorching enemy that neither of the two warriors could fight off. Calling it a day now and taking back the meager amount of prey they had would be the best move at this point. ”Let’s collect our prey and head back.”
Turning on her paws Heavy began heading back down the path the two had been following. She did her best to stay within the shade along the path, finding it to be of some relief from the sun’s intense rays. Fortunately they weren’t too far from camp. All they needed to do was grab the prey they had caught earlier and then be on their way home where they could rest in the shade and cool off.
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 9, 2024 2:50:12 GMT -5
cometchaos - [ I’m fine with that, though we need to keep in mind that our posts will need to come to and end by Monday. Brownie answered your questions on page 54. If you can’t find the answer, let me know and I can link you to the posts. ] [[ I can only find the answer to the changing descriptions question, where is the answer to the question I want answered more, THE QUESTION ABOUT HOW THE HECK THE TRADITIONS SECTION WORKS- ]]
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Post by Sand on Jun 9, 2024 4:12:28 GMT -5
[the clangen game doesn't come up with traditions, us as players do] [ here’s the answer. ]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 9, 2024 5:32:03 GMT -5
[the clangen game doesn't come up with traditions, us as players do] [ here’s the answer. ] [[ I WASN'T ASKING HOW TRADITIONS HAPPEN I WAS ASKING BROWNIE WHAT IT TAKES FOR A TRADITION TO BE ADDED TO THE TRADITIONS SECTION ]]
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Post by lazzylake on Jun 9, 2024 7:59:17 GMT -5
(Okay, so I do have a concept for a leadership ceremony that could work as a tradition! Let me know if y'all are okay with this. I think this ceremony would take place during sunset to symbolize the passage of leadership. apprentices and elders spend time collecting pretty objects like flowers and rocks to decorate camp while warriors stock up on prey. When sunset arrives, the medicine cats preform a ritual of some sort- Sand cometchaos you both are free to expand on this. The ritual calls StarClan down and the spirit cats can visit and interact with the living. They all catch up with each other and then are called to give the next leader their lives. jaybun! Bubblingstar could pass down their lives and two StarClan cats- perhaps Stemrivier and Frostfleck for Dappleswipe- would grant the next leader the remaining lives. Past leader retires, leader gets their new name, and day becomes night. This isn't all set in stone but I was wondering to see how a tradition would work inside camp without traveling. Brownie and everyone, let me know if you want to add anything.)
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 9, 2024 8:34:11 GMT -5
[[ Remember when I said this? I've calmed down now ]]
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Post by dewbranch on Jun 9, 2024 9:52:54 GMT -5
Scarletdrift - Nods Politely at Dappleswipe
Scarletdrift was lounging in camp, doing the usual. His days had fallen into a routine. Wake up, lounge in the sun while doing a quick groom, hang with Spottedfur, maybe leave camp for a walk or a hunt. It was fairly simple, but he liked it. It was a lot less stressful then the war with Flowerclan, and although that was over now and the two clans were closer than they had ever been, Scarletdrift couldn't shake off the memories of the war. He had almost died protecting Stemriver, and he had been in the medicine den for many moons after that.
It was the afternoon now, and the warm sunshine felt good on his lightly colored pelt. There were quite a few cats still in camp, ones that weren't assigned afternoon patrols or had already gotten back from their patrols. Last sunrise Bubblingstar, Dappleswipe, and Slatefoot had rescued an elderly cat on patrol and brought him back to camp. The old tom had taken the name Hunterswipe. Scarletdrift had meant to visit his new denmate, but the grey speckled tom was injured and sleeping in the medicine den.
Speaking of Dappleswipe, the clans deputy was in the clearing as well, trying her best despite getting poisoned by the prey. Scarletdrift nodded to her, before going back into his own thoughts.
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Post by Brownie on Jun 9, 2024 10:42:26 GMT -5
[[ I WASN'T ASKING HOW TRADITIONS HAPPEN I WAS ASKING BROWNIE WHAT IT TAKES FOR A TRADITION TO BE ADDED TO THE TRADITIONS SECTION ]] when those sorts of things show up in rp? they haven't so far, so nothing has been added. Sorry, I thought that was clear from the context of the question. There isn't some magic formula for what makes a tradition There'd probably also be a caveat that there has to be at least two players participating in the scene, so that random traditions aren't being made willy-nilly without input by other members; everyone is meant to have a hand in forming them and changing them over time they'll be added when naturally relevant ]]
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Post by Sand on Jun 9, 2024 10:59:48 GMT -5
Stormmask : omens with Shadepatch Stormmask listened intently to Shadepatch's interpretation of the omen. She fretted over the fact that the tortoiseshell's explanation seemed too obvious, too simple. There had to be more to it than what Shadepatch was thinking. However, the odd trap that Hunterswipe had been caught in seemed a bit too far off. So far, Shadepatch has plenty of ideas, but not much of an answer. "I'm not sure at all, but I suppose your interpretations are better than mine," she told the other medicine cat.
The dark grey masked tabby padded over to a patch of poppies and sniffed them before she decided to call her former apprentice over. "Shadepatch! I've found some poppies," she called out with a flick of her tail. "Let's gather what we can."
While gathering some of the poppies, Stormmask looked up from the flowers to see a pair of dead rabbits, a short distance away. The rabbits lied on their sides, clearly meant to be for a meal. The medicine cat froze as her silver eyes grew wide in surprise. Were those the rabbits that Icepath had mentioned in her omen? She didn't dare look away as unfamiliar feline silhouettes bent down and began devouring the prey. "Shadepatch, do you see the rabbits? And the cats?" she murmured, entranced by the strange omen.
As soon as Stormmask blinked, all she saw were two rabbits, munching on some grass innocently. Was she seeing things now or was the omen becoming much clearer than before? Yet the dark tabby was still puzzled– what was Icepath trying to tell her and Shadepatch? In times like this, she wished that Icepath was here to guide her.
[ tags: cometchaos ]
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Post by jaybun! on Jun 9, 2024 16:44:43 GMT -5
(Okay, so I do have a concept for a leadership ceremony that could work as a tradition! Let me know if y'all are okay with this. I think this ceremony would take place during sunset to symbolize the passage of leadership. apprentices and elders spend time collecting pretty objects like flowers and rocks to decorate camp while warriors stock up on prey. When sunset arrives, the medicine cats preform a ritual of some sort- Sand cometchaos you both are free to expand on this. The ritual calls StarClan down and the spirit cats can visit and interact with the living. They all catch up with each other and then are called to give the next leader their lives. jaybun! Bubblingstar could pass down their lives and two StarClan cats- perhaps Stemrivier and Frostfleck for Dappleswipe- would grant the next leader the remaining lives. Past leader retires, leader gets their new name, and day becomes night. This isn't all set in stone but I was wondering to see how a tradition would work inside camp without traveling. Brownie and everyone, let me know if you want to add anything.) this sounds really cool!! i'd totally be down for that.
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Post by lazzylake on Jun 9, 2024 19:45:44 GMT -5
Thinks Cinderpaw always cheers her up! It was only a few sunrises after meeting Hunterswipe that Dappleswipe found herself in the medicine den. Rabbits were a delicacy rarely found in YewClan, and when Frozenlaurel and his son caught a few, the deputy picked one up with no hesitation. She returned to her nest grumbling and groaning that night, and after an urgent visit with the healers, she was indeed poisoned by the prey. Reluctantly she accepted her fate to stay confined to the medicine cave. Her condition wasn’t severe enough where she couldn't organize patrols, but the deputy was still anxious, especially to find the source of the tainted rabbits. Hunterswipe had volunteered to share his nest with the deputy, which she graciously accepted. She needed some company to relax her mind. Besides, it's not like the pair were contagious. One late night, Dappleswipe was dozing off lightly when the den opening rustled. Sleeping beside her, Hunterswipe opened a single blue eye. A rumbling purr caught in his sore throat. “My my. Looks like we have company!” He stroked his tail against the deputy’s back. Dappleswipe yawned and opened her copper eyes to see a gray and white cat standing in front of her. “Cinderpaw?,” she questioned sleepily. “Shouldn't you be in your den? Is something the matter?” That's when the scent of honey flooded her nose. Her eyes glowed when she saw the golden comb. It must've taken a great deal of time for the apprentice to harvest. With each passing day the young apprentice reminded the tortoiseshell more of Stemriver. He would’ve been a great uncle and mentor figure to the apprentices, but at least his humor and perseverance lived on. Cinderpaw always found a to warm Dappleswipe’s heart. Dappleswipe grinned as she glanced at the other cat's ruffled and sticky pelt. “Oh, that honey should be perfect to relieve my stomach. I appreciate it, Cinderpaw. Hunterswipe, would you like to split this with me? It should help soothe your throat.”“I would like that very much. Thank you kindly.” The elderly tom attempted to break off a tiny, manageable piece. The substance stuck to the roof of his mouth and he started to smack loudly. Dappleswipe sighed, fervently licking honey off the remaining comb, savoring its refreshing properties. “I appreciate the gift a lot, Cinderpaw, but you should really clean up and go to sleep. I’m sure Thrushfleck has a big day of training planned for tomorrow. "
Shares prey with Shadepatch Thanks to the honey brought by Cinderpaw, Dappleswipe was finally gaining a bit of an appetite. At least for the time being. She got up from her nest the day after to organize patrols, leaving Shadepatch to sort herbs by herself. The deputy felt a pang of empathy for the young medicine cat. Her mentor had fallen victim to poisoning as well, and wasn't as available to provide aid to the sick cats in the cramped den. Hunterswipe and Hayfeather were also getting their wounds checked out. There was a lot of pressure on the small tortoiseshell’s shoulders.
She sat among the clearing for a bit, cleansing her pelt of moss. There were still a couple of cats present, namely the elders. Scarletdrift made eye contact with her, nodding his head politely. Dappleswipe responded with a friendly wave of her tail. When she had enough of the greenleaf air, Dappleswipe steadily made her way back to the den, circling around the nest.
A few moments passed, and Shadepatch returned from the fresh-kill pile carrying a large carp. She placed the fish specifically at her paws and requested if she wanted to eat. "Why me? ", she wanted to ask, when so many more of her sick denmates needed a good meal.
Dappleswipe really tried not to think about it too often, but she was getting concerned with how overbearing her clanmates were being. They were going out of their way to prioritizing her medical needs. All because she was next in line. Bubblingstar had never talked about it personally, but his retirement was inevitable. The only question was time. Dappleswipe’s time was of the essence while cooped up in the den, and the clan was doing everything in her power to keep her healthy.
Gazing down at the carp’s glassy, lifeless eyes. What could she say? Obviously a "no" would not suffice; Shadepatch would assume her condition had worsened. Dappleswipe attempted to keep her tone cheerful. “I suppose I’ll take a couple bites. That’s a really impressive catch! Thanks for offering, Shadepatch.” tags: lemonshortbread cometchaos ooc: (Sorry for not getting this done sooner. Everything is up now <3)
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 10, 2024 0:54:05 GMT -5
(Okay, so I do have a concept for a leadership ceremony that could work as a tradition! Let me know if y'all are okay with this. I think this ceremony would take place during sunset to symbolize the passage of leadership. apprentices and elders spend time collecting pretty objects like flowers and rocks to decorate camp while warriors stock up on prey. When sunset arrives, the medicine cats preform a ritual of some sort- Sand cometchaos you both are free to expand on this. The ritual calls StarClan down and the spirit cats can visit and interact with the living. They all catch up with each other and then are called to give the next leader their lives. jaybun! Bubblingstar could pass down their lives and two StarClan cats- perhaps Stemrivier and Frostfleck for Dappleswipe- would grant the next leader the remaining lives. Past leader retires, leader gets their new name, and day becomes night. This isn't all set in stone but I was wondering to see how a tradition would work inside camp without traveling. Brownie and everyone, let me know if you want to add anything.) [[ Didn't mention this earlier when I saw this, but I like it, don't have any ideas for the ritual tho, Sand can come up with those ideas if she wants ]]
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Post by cometchaos on Jun 10, 2024 7:18:54 GMT -5
[[ the amount of unnecessary fear my brain is giving me when I want to make replies is unmatched why ]]
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Post by Brownie on Jun 10, 2024 13:34:25 GMT -5
x - Moon 52 - x
mid summer; warm Clan Events:
Prey pile: 99.0 Prey needed: 40.0
Is satisfied Cinderpaw is doing well in training Patrol: Border Relationships - Punishes Drizzlepaw with extra camp chores (--) - Checks in on Pondspeckle with Frozenlaurel, Hazelpelt Event : Suspicious pawprints Choice : Proceed Outcome : Frozenlaurel is the one that notices the pawprints in the mud. They lead to a trespassing rogue. The patrol knows YewClan's territory better than the intruder and sets up an ambush, sending them fleeing and wounded.
Is eavesdropping on Hazelpelt Major Events Event: Is given juniper as treatment for poison. Patrol: Border Relationships - Thinks Scarletdrift was nice to her today (+) - Thinks Pondspeckle is helpful (+) with Slatefoot, Bubblingstar Event : Sounds of struggle Choice : Proceed Outcome : They hear desperate mewls and yelps and chase after the source of the sound, finding a very old cat caught in a snare. The cat looks like they've been caught for a while, dehydrated and weak. The patrol quickly frees the elder and takes them back to YewClan for healing. Stormmask STATUS: SICK! POISONED || Sand Is wondering if kittypet life is really so bad Major Events Event: Is given ragwort as treatment for poison.
Patrol: Herb Gathering Relationships - Can't believe how talented Slatefoot is (+++) - Is envious of Cinderpaw (-)
with Shadepatch Event : Omens Choice : Proceed Outcome : Stormmask shares the voices she's heard, but it's Shadepatch that finds the warning in the words. They talk about it more as they gather poppy seeds, and by the time they're done they have a good idea of what StarClan was trying to tell them. Is worried others are judging her Major Events Event: Gathered elder leaves, juniper and oak on her own this moon. Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Spends a lot of time working together with Bubblingstar and is impressed by the leader's competence (+++)
with Heavy Event : Moss Choice : Proceed Outcome : With so many sick cats, they need to keep the medicine cat den nests fresh. They work hard and gather plenty. Wonders if her fur is unkempt and whether others can notice Patrol: Herb Gathering Relationships - Is envious of Cinderpaw (--) - Is amazed at how skilled Hayfeather is (+++)
with Shadepatch Event : Moss Choice : Proceed Outcome : With so many sick cats, they need to keep the medicine cat den nests fresh. They work hard and gather plenty. Patrol: Border Relationships - Complains about something Spottedfur did last moon (-) - Congratulates Frozenlaurel on something minor (+)
with Frozenlaurel, Bubblingstar Event : Suspicious pawprints Choice : Proceed Outcome : Frozenlaurel is the one that notices the pawprints in the mud. They lead to a trespassing rogue. The patrol knows YewClan's territory better than the intruder and sets up an ambush, sending them fleeing and wounded. Major Events Event: Was seen touching noses with a cat from FlowerClan. Scandalous! Patrol: Border Relationships - Tells a story to Shadepatch (++) - Surprises Drizzlepaw with something nice (++)
with Hazelpelt, Bubblingstar Event : Suspicious pawprints Choice : Proceed Outcome : Frozenlaurel is the one that notices the pawprints in the mud. They lead to a trespassing rogue. The patrol knows YewClan's territory better than the intruder and sets up an ambush, sending them fleeing and wounded. Major Events Event: Is given ragwort as treatment for poison Patrol: Training Relationships - Can't stop laughing when Spottedfur tells a hilarious joke (+++) - Learns a helpful skill from Drizzlepaw (++)
with Drizzlepaw, Cinderpaw, Thrushfleck Event : Group training Choice : Proceed Outcome : Thrushfleck goes off and hides while Mistleheart instructs the apprentices on how to properly track him. Cinderpaw does well finding traces of his scent and using the wind to her advantage, while Drizzlepaw has a keen eye for physical traces, using pawprints and bruised ferns to find Thrushfleck's trail. Wonders how Heavy is doing Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Is jealous Pondspeckle is getting attention from Shadepatch (--)
with Cinderpaw Event : mouse Choice : Proceed Outcome : Cinderpaw catches the scent of mouse. Thrushfleck congratulates her and gives her tips on where it might be. Cinderpaw narrowly misses the mouse, watching it scurry to safety. Patrol: Training Relationships - Had an argument with Heavy (--) - Checked in on Mistleheart and Pondspeckle
with Drizzlepaw Event : Fighting Choice : Proceed Outcome : Slatefoot takes over Drizzlepaw's training while Mistleheart is sick. She tries her best, but isn't sure what Drizzlepaw has been taught and they spend most of the session going over moves he already knows. It's good practice, but Drizzlepaw doesn't want to fall behind... Is feeling underappreciated Major Events Event: Is given ragwort as treatment for poison. Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Argues with Hunterswipe about something trivial and neither would budge on their opinion (+)
with Frozenlaurel Event : Rabbits Choice : Procced Outcome : There are a great deal of rabbits on the territory. Odd, but a boon from StarClan, right? The two bring the rabbits back and it's only until the sickness starts that they realize the rabbits might have been the source... Is giving advice to Frozenlaurel Major Events Event: Is given marigold as treatment for her claw-wound.
Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Curls up in Pondspeckle's nest to comfort her brother (+++)
with Shadepatch Event : Newleaf's bounty Choice : Proceed Outcome : Shadepatch brings the new warrior Haypaw* with her, both for added security but also to carry any herbs they may find. Haypaw* isn't happy with herb gathering as a first patrol and refuses to engage in conversation. Is bringing Spottedfur a nice bit of prey Patrol: Training Relationships - Thinks Dappleswipe is annoying (---)
with Slatefoot Event : Fighting Choice : Proceed Outcome : Slatefoot takes over Drizzlepaw's training while Mistleheart is sick. She tries her best, but isn't sure what Drizzlepaw has been taught and they spend most of the session going over moves he already knows. It's good practice, but Drizzlepaw doesn't want to fall behind... Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Gives Stormmask the best prey (+)
with Thrushfleck Event : Mouse Choice : Proceed Outcome : Cinderpaw catches the scent of mouse. Thrushfleck congratulates her and gives her tips on where it might be. Cinderpaw narrowly misses the mouse, watching it scurry to safety. Hunterswipe STATUS: INJURED! BROKEN BONE; INFECTION || lazzylakeIs trying to learn Clan customs Major Events Event: There seems to be an infection growing in Hunterswipe's broken bone. He has recovered from heat exhaustion, however. Is given moss as treatment for his broken bone. - Is jealous of Hazelpelt (--) - Scolds Cinderpaw (---) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Thinks about going on a little hunt - Had a huge argument with Shadepatch (--) - Thinks Stormmask is helpful (+) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Is playing a prank on Spottedfur - Thinks Pondspeckle is very helpful! (+) - Was noticeably distracted while listening to Cinderpaw (---)
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Post by Brownie on Jun 10, 2024 13:35:29 GMT -5
Next moon Scarletdrift will have his elder sprite!
I'll be doing Frozenlaurel's patrol starter after dinner; I have a bunch of chores and stuff to get to before that and I also have been typing all morning so I'm going to take a break and do some cleaning up first~ ]]
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Post by dewbranch on Jun 10, 2024 13:37:27 GMT -5
I could totally see Scarletdrift trying to start a harmless prank war with Spottedfur.
I can't wait to see it! What type of old man will he be?
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Post by Brownie on Jun 10, 2024 15:29:40 GMT -5
Frozenlaurel -x-----------x-
Frozenlaurel, almost by accident, found himself leading the border patrol. He'd simply been the one closest to the head of the trail after they'd finished marking the BurdockClan border leap-frog manner, and now that they were padding along the forest's edge along which YewClan bordered the unclaimed hills, it was natural that they would group up a little closer than they had near the interior border.
After all, it was around this point that Hayfeather had fought off a rogue only last moon.
It was because of his daughter's encounter that Frozenlaurel was particularly vigilant on this patrol. Her injury wasn't severe (thank StarClan, some YewClan cats would insert in places like these; Frozenlaurel wasn't quite there yet, not to add the prayer instinctively, but he didn't discount the possibility either and offered up a hesitant, silent thought when it did come to him, just in case some starry cat was watching) but even if her injury wasn't life threatening, it was still Hayfeather that was hurt, and that made it personal.
So when Frozenlaurel spotted a cat's paw-print in the mud, unmistakable, pressed deep due to the constant spring rainshowers, he stopped the patrol with a wave of his tail. "There wasn't a YewClan hunting patrol below the ridge today, right?" he asked, checking over his shoulder to look at Bubblingstar, even if he was fairly confident this wasn't a YewClan warrior's tracks. It wouldn't make sense for a hunting patrol to come this close to the border. Besides, a YewClan cat would have trod the well-worn border trail the patrol was following, they wouldn't have walked perpendicular to it.
Hackles raised, Frozenlaurel looked about, checking for scents, tufts of fur, or any clues on who might have made the tracks. At least it only looked like a single cat passed through; the YewClan patrol could deal with a single intruder, even a rogue.
-x-----------x- [[ Bruh I only now remembered that Bubbling and Hazel are both yours, Jay... oop. Well at least it will be a cohesive scene haha
also sorry in advance if my sentence structure is a bit... wandering? with these replies~ I've been working really hard on finding a good style for a novel I'm planning and I always go back to my base roots to ground myself before I start experimenting with something new haha ]]
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Post by Brownie on Jun 10, 2024 17:22:19 GMT -5
uhhhh sorry about the Literal Novel I wrote on this scene. It is NOT necessary to read it's just. Frozenlaurel being guilty about last moon, going fishing, and helping some FlowerClan cats.
PLEASE @ anyone who wants to and has open cats to do so... if you want your character to either a) see him on the other bank mid-scene and confront him about it later or b) catch him and confront him on YewClan's side right after I'd love to see how that scene plays out hehe
Let me know if you're interested in volunteering your character to be the one to catch him and we can plan something out~ ]]
Frozenlaurel Touches noses with a FlowerClan warrior Is craving fish
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Fish haunted his dreams. He woke up with the smell of it in his nose, the ache of the the taste missing from the roof of his mouth. Frozenlaurel gave a low growl, rolling onto his back and pulling a paw over his face, but even after crawling out of the warrior's den, fully grooming his pelt, and eating a (very unsatisfying) mouse, the gray tomcat still couldn't shake the fish swimming through his subconscious.
"Fine, fine," he grumbled, deciding it wouldn't be the worst use of his time to pop down to Rushing Creek and have his paw at fishing until sun-high. Frozenlaurel wasn't needed until a dusk border patrol and even if it was summer and the YewClan fresh-kill pile was overflowing with prey, it never hurt to add a few fish to the pile. A few cats in the Clan--Frozenlaurel included--appreciated the variety, and, well... unlike the rabbits, the fish were certainly not tainted.
Guilt still crawled through his pelt, itching like that one time in the city he'd picked up fleas. There was no way he could have known the rabbits he and Pondspeckle had caught would carry poison in their flesh, but no matter how many times Frozenlaurel tried to reassure himself that it wasn't his fault, he still carried the weight of the poisoned cat's lives on his shoulders. His kit, his deputy, his medicine cat... Frozenlaurel trotted down the trail faster, as if he could outrun the itching guilt that he'd caused YewClan's latest crisis. Both of his kits in the healer's den...
"No." Frozenlaurel said firmly, out loud, setting his focus on the burbling stream downhill that glittered in the morning light, brilliant as snake scales. "Bring back plenty of fish. That's your task today, Frozenlaurel." Even if his journey to the creek had selfish roots, it didn't have to be a selfish action. It was something he could do to help fix what he'd done. He almost slipped down the dew-soaked hillside in his haste to reach his favorite fishing spot, eager to--
There were cats already there.
Not on the YewClan side, but on FlowerClan's. A pair of cats, hunched on the shoreline, peering into the icy waters. One of them--a white cat with a shock of orange fur down his spine and tipping his ears--shot a paw into the water, spraying an arc of prismatic droplets into the air. No fish came with his claws, only an empty paw that he tucked back underneath himself. His ginger-striped tail lashed behind him.
The duo didn't notice Frozenlaurel yet, he thought, too intent on watching the waters, and he debated fading back into the shadowy tree line to find another, unoccupied beach to fish. But this stretch was undoubtedly the best fishing spot he knew of, and it wasn't like either Clan owned Rushing Creek, right? So long as he stayed on his bank and didn't disturb them, the FlowerClan duo had no reason to take offense. It wasn't like they'd swim across and chase him across his own territory, right?
With more confidence than he felt, Frozenlaurel stepped away from the shadowy trail into the more open hillside. Immediately, the second cat--a long-furred pale brown molly--locked her eyes onto him. Frozenlaurel gave a friendly wave of his tail and made his way slowly but openly to a stone overhanging the creek, somewhat downstream from the pair. He could still see them, hear the muffled crash of water as the orange-and-white tomcat missed another swipe, but he didn't think he was close enough to bother them.
Still. Frozenlaurel pretended to focus on fishing but really kept watch of the duo out of the corner of his eye for a good, long moment, until he was certain the pair was going to ignore him. Only then did he let out a deep breath and settle down for good, letting his mind float into that meditative trance he preferred when fishing: a prepared but relaxed poise, ready to strike if a fish circled a whisker-length too close, but with slow and steady breaths that allowed him to hold his paw steady until the perfect moment.
His first strike was a miss, but the second and third landed decently sized fish, which he killed and hid under a patch of leaves blown into a pile alongside the rock he'd settled on. Frozenlaurel could have eaten one, quelled his craving for fish and the slight rumble of hunger he'd worked up from the exertion of hunting (the mouse, eaten at dawn, was just as unsatisfying as he'd anticipated), but he didn't want to break his flow and the edge of hunger sharpened his eyes and whetted his claws.
Frozenlaurel pulled up a third fish, then a fourth. These were both smaller than the original two, but he added them both to the pile regardless. He had just finished nosing the leaves over the last when a voice startled his head up: "I didn't know YewClan cats fished." It was the pale brown molly, now standing exactly across from him on the FlowerClan bank. He hadn't noticed her move, hadn't paid any attention at all to the FlowerClan warriors after the second catch, really, and fear prickled his pelt when he realized how careless that had been.
"It's something to do," Frozenlaurel replied, going for a friendly twitch of his ears. He sat, let his tail wrap over his paws. The confident actions lent him bravery, and he turned that into a question. "I've never seen FlowerClan cats fishine either?"
She scoffed, a snort of laughter. "Well, it's not something we usually do," she said, mirroring his response with a quirk of her tail. Unlike his forested bank, the FlowerClan side was practically a beach with open sands and low clovers. There was only a single, small flash of scales on the bank where the ginger tomcat still crouched, his lashing tail more pronounced now than it was when Frozenlaurel arrived. It was clear the FlowerClan cats didn't have the experience he did, were fishing out of necessity, not from any desire to learn a new skill.
Frozenlaurel, well he froze, for a few heartbeats, hesitating. He remembered the whispers in YewClan's camp and his own tour of the territory. "FlowerClan live in the plains. They hunt rabbits, mostly." Frozenlaurel wasn't dull, he could connect the dots: the poisoned rabbits, the FlowerClan warriors on the beach, the thinness around the brown molly's hips, too sharp, too pronounced, to simply be due to a nimble frame.
He could turn back, take his fish and leave the FlowerClan cats to his troubles. And he might have too, if a small cat didn't emerge from the grasses. An apprentice, so short they were hidden entirely by the flowers and sedges, and with such an uncanny resemblance to Cinderpaw that it stole Frozenlaurel's thoughts and made his eyes go wide. The apprentice with their dark, spotted fur, a white mask over their face, those green, green eyes as the young cat froze, just as startled to see a YewClan cat across the creek as Frozenlaurel was to see him.
The brown molly hissed words at the apprentice, too softly for Frozenlaurel to catch, and soon had him jumping off, swallowed back into the fields and flowers. The FlowerClan molly turned, took one more glance at the stash of fish by Frozenlaurel's paws and--
"Wait!" Frozenlaurel called, before he knew what he was doing. Stupid empathy, stupid timing, he was being so stupid. "I'm only fishing because it calms me down, YewClan has plenty--" he clamped his jaw shut, damming the tumble of rambling words pouring from his mouth after he realized how they would sound to a starving Clan. He blinked, slow, and started again. "Can I give you some pointers, at least?"
The brown molly was tense, frozen still, and Frozenlaurel worried she'd walk on and ignore him, but she turned and gave a sharp nod. The YewClan tom scrambled to his paws, grabbed one of the fish from his pile--the largest one, but she didn't have to know that--and hopped into the creek. The water was shockingly cold, stealing his breath and making his paws shiver, but it was a refreshing shock, one that peeled away the last dregs of hesitation over his actions.
He was helping a rival Clan. Teaching them with his knowledge, giving them prey caught by his claws. But he could only see Cinderpaw in that young apprentice, and, and-- he couldn't not help. It would tear at his insides just as much as seeing what those rabbits had done to his own Clanmates did. Those stupid rabbits. His stupid empathy. Frozenlaurel couldn't see a young cat in need without helping, he just couldn't.
Not after the city. Not after that.
He pulled himself on the FlowerClan bank, shook the water from his fur. He looked to the brown molly, both standing very still: her with amber eyes wide, locked onto the fish in his jaws; him, dripping water onto the sand. She turned, flicking her feathery tail in a clear invitation to follow and Frozenlaurel did, painting the sandy bank dark behind him as they padded down the bank to where the white-and-ginger tomcat crouched, his tail lashing, his paws wet. "Great, now can you please tell me why you've got fish coming from your ears and my claws only find water down there?" the tom growled, frustration turning the words to a snarl.
Frozenlaurel dropped his fish atop the one the FlowerClan cats had managed to catch--a measly thing indeed, more a minnow than a fish--and nodded, taking a place beside the white tomcat. He felt the brown FlowerClan molly lurking behind him, but forced his hackles to stay still, his tail to calm. He tried to put himself in his own pawprints on the other bank last moon, when Cinderpaw was beside him and couldn't help a purr from escaping as he mentally compared Cinderpaw, curious and rather level-headed, with this FlowerClan tom, large and seething. "Well first, you can't let your shadow fall on the water, it scares the fish..."
By sunhigh, they'd caught four more fish on the FlowerClan side to add to the pile: Frozenlaurel got one, the brown molly was a quick study and caught two in quick succession, and in the end even the ginger tom pulled one from the water, his yowl of triumph so juvenile it made Frozenlaurel burst out laughing.
"Thank you," the brown molly said, touching her nose gently to his when he rose to leave.
He didn't know how to respond. "Sorry about the poison?" "Hope you don't starve!" None of his options--namely pointing out FlowerClan's troubles or forcing them to confront the fact that they had just asked a rival Clan member for aid--sounded appealing, so Frozenlaurel kept himself to a nod. "It was nothing, really."
He crossed back to YewClan's bank (by sunhigh, the dip into the ice-cold creek was far less jarring) and collected the three fish he'd left stashed, before taking them back to camp. He'd stayed out longer than he'd anticipated and he hoped no one had gone looking for him... he often went to the same spot to fish, so it wasn't like he would have been hard to find, for a YewClan cat to discover what he'd done.
Frozenlaurel didn't regret his actions. He couldn't. But the thought of being caught made the water in his fur freeze to ice. He squeezed his eyes shut and decided he'd cross that stream when he got to it.
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Post by stormshade1 on Jun 10, 2024 17:29:54 GMT -5
Brownie it could be interesting if it was Pondspeckle who caught him, but I don't think he would tell the Clan. Although, it never says it is revealed to the whole Clan.
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