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Post by whispering on Aug 13, 2024 20:11:03 GMT -5
The new kits were very tiny. And they filled the nursery with mewls. All they did was mewl. It had been that way with Shadepatch’s litter, too, but Flashkit had been too young to care. Now the nursery felt more crowded than ever. The nest he shared with Puddlekit too small to fit both their growing bodies. Never mind the stuffy air and never-ending noisy kittens. Not that it would be much better when they advanced to the apprentice’s den.
The five older cats had to graduate before Flashkit would ever get any peace. Very short-lived peace. Clan life would always be busy. The camp always bustling. Would he ever get used to it?
Quietly, the dark-furred tom crept out of the nursery. Bronze-colored eyes scoped the clearing before hungrily gazing across to the fresh-kill pile. A mouse, just the right size for him, sat among the meager peakings; a couple of birds, a squirrel, and a shrew. Squirrels were too furry, and birds had too many feathers. He supposed a shrew would be fine, but there was nothing that could be the sweet musky flavor of a mouse. As he started toward the mouse, he felt the presence of eyes behind him.
The young Icekit was tottering after him. Flashkit purred, remembering the strict rules the warriors had instructed; be gentle, they’re too small for rough play. And Icekit was certainly too small to follow him all the way to the fresh-kill pile. “Don’t go too far, Icekit,” He reminded gently, giving her a small smile before scampering to retrieve his mouse.
But a large gray and white shape beat him to it. “Hey!” Tiny ears flattened to his head, and he bared his teeth in an angry hiss, “I was gonna eat that mouse!” Warriors! They never cared about anyone but themselves. Flashkit was lucky Cinderdapple wouldn’t be his mentor. He pitied Monarchpaw for having such a selfish mentor.
✰✰✰ “Hey, Pondspeckle!” Flashkit chirped, racing to greet the speckled warrior. Hard muscles rippled beneath his scarred pelt, and Flashkit couldn’t help admiring the tom. One day he would bear the markings of battle from protecting his Clan. Maybe he’ll be my mentor!
“Pondspeckle!" He repeated, when the warrior kept walking, ignoring his earlier calling. But the kit was determined to talk to him. And he wouldn’t give up until he got an answer. He followed the warrior around the clearing until he disappeared into the warrior’s den. Flashkit’s face furrowed with confusion. Oh, maybe he’s just sleepy! He would wait until he was rested to ask his questions. Maybe he would be in a better mood then, too.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 13, 2024 20:20:34 GMT -5
Cinderdapple The North Border | w/ Monarchpaw & Heavy Sand Feathertalon Hunting patrol Argument with Heavy
YewClan finally seemed to be catching a break with several warriors no longer grieving and Shadepatch back on her feet. Still, the workload that Cinderdapple felt with Dapplestar being out of commission, increased winter hunting patrols, and taking the time to take Monarchpaw on every outing she had, it felt like her mind couldn't find a moment of silence. It felt as though it took an entire day to find enough food just to turn around from camp and do it again. Leaf bare was cruel and unforgiving. Even in her dreams Cinderdapple felt like she could hear the wind howling - rattling branches, tossing snow through the air that had just barely made it to the ground from the clouds above. It was deafening. Maybe Monarchpaw could start to see the cracks, but Cinderdapple would never admit it, nor would she ask Monarchpaw if she needed a break. There were too many mouths to feed to have a break.
The gray and white molly flexed her claws in and out of the brittle bark under her paws. It felt like a fog being lifted over her eyes when she head Monarchpaw's voice below, bringing her back to reality, though she couldn't make out what her apprentice said. Her fluffy tail lifted and her ears flicked in sudden alterness. Did she need something? Cinderdapple asked herself, turning her head to look down at her apprentice who was sitting next to Heavy. In all honesty, Cinderapple had forgotten that the deputy accompanied them, and judging by the look on the calico molly, Cinderdapple was about to wish Heavy hadn't.
"Cinderdapple!" The molly in question shut her eyes momentarily and let out a tense sigh before making her way down from her perch to the rest of the patrol. She stopped about a tail length away from Heavy, her emerald gaze bouncing between her apprentice and her adoptive mother as she was berated. Cinderdapple knew better than to argue back to a her mother, a senior warrior, or the clan deputy - and in this case, the molly who was all three. Her jaw clenched in both embarrassment and biting back a retort Monarchpaw would have been fine! We hunt just the two of us all of the time. She thought crossly, her eyes rounding slightly with frustration. Maybe Monarchpaw wasn't ready for as much as Cinderdapple originally thought. She let a moment of silence pass between the three of them, giving Monarchpaw - who had a rather questionable expression - an unreadable look before shifting her focus to Heavy and responding curtly, "Sure thing, Heavy." Cinderdapple mewed quietly, bowing her head ever so slightly in a show of obligatory respect. She didn't want to be frustrated with Heavy, but to be talked to in such a way in front of her apprentice over a matter that could have been addressed in private to save her credibility felt patronizing. She wasn't Cinderkit anymore. "Can we resume our patrol?"
[OOC: teenage daughter and mom fights fr]
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 13, 2024 21:30:58 GMT -5
Hopbramble Healer's Den | w/ Whisperingpaw, Drizzlemimic dewbranch chocolatemilk7 Talking to Drizzlemimic & Whisperingpaw
Hopbramble could handle being ill on her own, trying to sleep away the constant back and forth of hot and cold as her body fought the infection. She did not have too much concern though for those that were grieving in YewClan. Death was normal to this dark tabby molly, it didn't matter who it was. Death didn't stop her from having to take care of herself, it was never an excuse to curl up in a barn or some other warm place and not fight for her survival. Watching one of her daughters suffer though struck Hopbramble in a different way. Whitecough took Whisperingpaw's energy so suddenly to Hopbramble. It felt like just the other day her gray dappled kit was bringing back an impressive piece of prey with her mentor, Drizzlemimic. At least the dark tabby queen could be physically present for her daughter while she fought this new sickness - this infection was at least good for something.
Her dark tail was curled around Whisperingpaw who was now much too big to fit in the curve of her mother's belly. Hopbramble's tail and fur pressed against Whisperingpaw's was going to have to be good enough. She worried the cold would make her feel worse, and even if the most the dark molly could do was keep her warm, it would take a hundred rogues to pry her from that duty. She closed her eyes and began to groom her daughter's gray fur, a small pang in her heart when it was evident that Whisperingpaw's kitten fluff was disappearing quickly, but she continued anyhow, with slow, calming licks. Her icy blue eyes opened, and her grooming halted when she heard paw steps not far from the entrance to the healer's den. It was Drizzlemimic, a familiar white and gray pelt to Hopbramble after her litter's apprentice ceremony. Maybe Drizzlemimic visiting with Whisperingpaw would lift her spirits.
Being careful not to yell, but still loud enough to hopefully catch the young warrior's attention, "Drizzlemimic, do you have a few moments?" Hopbramble knew YewClan warriors were stretched thin, maybe he wouldn't have much time, but he ought to have some - he's her daughter's mentor after all! And Hopbramble would never let him hear the end of it.
[OOC: potential wholesome hopbramble prompt?!?]
Hopbramble YewClan Camp | w/ Coppersplash asrise Bonding over their unknown families Is having a good day
It was no surprise that the cats Hopbramble felt most drawn to were those who were outsiders. Heavy and Coppersplash more specifically, confident mollies were not off-put by Hopbramble's pride. While the world around them seemed to be frozen over and shadows looming above them and all around, she found some semblance of peace when given the opportunity to converse with cats she considered friends. The dark tabby molly sat close to the gray and similarly dual-colored warrior as they watched the next hunting patrol leave for the evening. Despite being in a clan for several moons now, Hopbramble could not say she felt as though she was one of them. She felt welcome, she felt respected, but seasons of a radically different life could not be negated over a few moons. It was difficult to gauge how Copperspalsh felt, she seemed ambitious, and determined, but was that fueled by being born outside of YewClan? She had quite a few moons of memory outside of her current home.
Hopbramble broke with comfortable silence, "You know, you've never really told me much about your time in BurdockClan. I suppose maybe it's just my outsider perspective, but I imagined all the forest cats were the same." She turned her icy gaze towards the gray molly, "Why YewClan over BudockClan? Do you not miss your parents or old clanmates?" For Hopbramble and her kits, it was luck of the draw. Wandering into the right place at the right time. Maybe for Coppersplash, it was the same, but she couldn't imagine any one clan being significantly worse than any of the others, then they'd be at war all of the time. The dark tabby had yet to hear a peep about it.
[OOC: sorry, shorter prompts this moon, just been very long days on this work trip]
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Post by dewbranch on Aug 13, 2024 22:31:34 GMT -5
Whisperingpaw Catches whitecough, Talks to Drizzlemimic (+), snuggles with Hopbramble || with Drizzlemimic, Hopbramble Whisperingpaw didn't want to stop training! If she did, would she fall behind? Would all of her siblings become warriors without her? How long would she have to stay in the medicine den? Already the walls felt like they were going to eat her alive. Whisperingpaw was happy that her mother was here too, even if why they were there wasn't so good.
She had stared coughing a sunrise or two ago, and Shadepatch was soon on top of her, telling her she needed to go to the medicine den for a few days. She had told her she had whitecough, and if they didn't treat it, it could become greencough. Whisperingpaw debated running out into the woods to get away. She didn't want to stay in the medicine den for a few sunrises! But she had been moved anyway, with her nest right next to Hopbrambles. Shadepatch had said it wasn't the best idea, but who was going to stop them? Who was going to stop Hopbramble, her mother? No one!
So far she had been sulking. Would Hazelpelt be mad that she wasn't out training? Happy she got to go on regular patrols now? Were her littermates sad she wasn't able to train anymore? What if I never become a warrior because of this?
Another cough racked her small body, and Hopbramble's tail curled around her, holding her close. Whisperingpaw snuggled herself into Hopbramble's fur, missing the days were she and her littermates fit there perfectly. The soothing licks almost lulled her into sleep, but the mention of Dizzlemimic made Whisperingpaw perk up. This was Amberpaw's mentor!
"Drizzlemimic! How is Amberpaw doing?" She asked. What she really wanted to ask was "Do you think he'll be made a warrior before me?" But she didn't dare. She wasn't going to give up, and she was going to work twice as hard once she got out of here. Then she would catch up with her littermates and they would all get their names at the same time. It'll be fine. [[ Both my baby girls are having a hard time this moon <3 Scarlet's just giving kits advice Dapplestar won't thank him for ]]
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Post by asrise on Aug 13, 2024 22:40:56 GMT -5
Coppersplash YewClan Camp - Bonding over unknown families “Why YewClan?” Coppersplash repeated, shifting uncomfortably. “I suppose… I always admired the cats and the territory. But more than that…” She paused. Do I really want to spill my guts to Hopbramble, of all cats? Well, they did at least have a lot in common, and they were clanmates. Part of why I moved is so I could have clanmates to share my troubles with, after all. “I don’t miss BurdockClan, no. As for my parents… My mother died having me, and I’m an only kit. And my father… Well, we’re not close. Never were, really.”
A lump stuck in her throat, and she looked away from Hopbramble, swallowing. She’s not a cat I want to look weak to. “I never really had a bond with anyone in BurdockClan, really. I was a loner mostly, and no one really treated me like I was worth their time. So, I just got sick of it and moved to YewClan, because I wanted to belong to something.” Coppersplash sighed, staying silent for a moment, turning over her next thoughts in her head. Hopbramble thankfully didn’t interrupt her. Finally, she spoke.
“I just hope I made the right choice.”
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Post by Sand on Aug 14, 2024 11:31:39 GMT -5
Spottedfur : - thinks Icekit is polite - tries to distract Whisperingpaw from her illness With Mistleheart and Frozenlaurel's kits wandering around camp now, Spottedfur was slowly getting to know them. He had noticed that Icekit, out of the four kittens, was the most polite. Despite Icekit being young, they were a careful listener– something that Spottedfur hadn't experienced in quite some time.
After sharing a napping spot with Scarletdrift, the silver speckled tom remembered that Whisperingpaw had caught whitecough, like some of his clanmates. He slipped into the medicine cat's den, deciding that he'd try to help the apprentice out. When he had been ill, injured, or grieving in the past, a distraction was always welcomed. He still was grieving, to be fair, but maybe if he spoke with Whisperingpaw, it could distract him too.
He carried a squirrel in his jaws and padded over to Whisperingpaw, who was confined to the medicine cat's den. He still felt uncomfortable here, expecting to see or hear Stormmask. Though he needed to remember that she was no longer around even if it felt like she should be. "Hey, Whisperingpaw," Spottedfur greeted, setting the squirrel down and in front of the apprentice. "Would you like some prey? I found this squirrel out on the pile and thought you would like it."
[ tags: dewbranch ]
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 14, 2024 15:23:46 GMT -5
Hopbramble YewClan Camp | w/ Coppersplash asrise bonding over unknown families
Hopbramble listened to Coppersplash with a slight tilt of her dark tabby head. The gray warrior certainly did not have as comfortable a life as the one Hopbramble was able to give her kits here in YewClan. It was truly a miracle all five of them survived to become apprentices. Coppersplash noting a lack of parental figures in her life mirrored her own, and her kits' somewhat. At least, in terms of lacking a father. She turned her gaze towards the clan's apprentices - her kits - coming and going from their duties, the dens, the prey pile. They would never need to feel the same sense of abandonment. Hopbramble turned her eyes back to the gray molly, "In a strange way, I imagine no family ties made the decision for you easier. I never got attached to any place I went, I don't know my parents either, but I do remember a queen who nursed me for a little while. She wasn't my mother, of course, but she had pity on me, and we bounced from place to place for food, you know?" She paused briefly with a shrug, "She was taken by twolegs eventually, but such is life. I never went looking for her, I had no interest in twolegs. I'm sure she's fed and happy with them anyhow. I can sympathize with wanting to belong somewhere though, even if I don't understand."
A glimmer of admiration shined in her blue eyes before she continued, "You went with your gut. You didn't like the situation you were in and you did something about it, you should be proud you had the courage to do so." Hopbramble had seen many cats die or suffer unnecessarily by a sheer lack of drive or confidence, she had no sympathy for those cats. For the ones who did overcome what life threw at them though, and were adaptable to even the worst of circumstances, she gave them her respect. Coppersplash's bravery is a trait she wanted to pass to her kits, "I will say, I wish you had been given Petalpaw as an apprentice over Foxclove. You're much more capable."
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Post by grimmreminder on Aug 14, 2024 16:15:40 GMT -5
|| Petalpaw - Hunting patrol & almost disobeys mentor's orders due to moral code [ aka Petalpaw feels shes not contributing her own weight </3 ] - /w: Coppersplash and Foxclove [ dewbranch asrise ] ||
Petalpaw hadn't had much luck as a warrior apprentice, that much she could even admit. She tried her hardest to keep her chin up, but everwhere she went it felt like life was simply throwing curve balls every which way. She was blind to begin with but then a badger.. then came the howls... and now- the cold chilled her to her very bone. She was freezing as she stepped forward, the sleet raining from the sky only served to wet her already shorter coat and tiny body. She had intended to catch something. To ease the tensions.. to... make Foxclove proud of her. She frowned as a safe place was suggested. Rainfang's point.. a place she remembered as they traveled the territory by the many overly large roots that came from the pine. She had to be careful there more than any other place in the forest lest she trip over the roots and her own paws. She.. frowned, casting her blank gaze around as if it would somehow help in her predicament. The prey was all hiding- there was nothing she could catch and yet she was determined despite the shivers wracking her body. " But I... " she began to protest. She wanted to serve the clan. She felt completely, utterly useless- and by no means did she blame Foxclove for that.. simply herself. " Okay maybe we can go to Rainfang's Point like coppersplash said just until I warm up a bit. " she finally relented as she padded close to Foxclove side. Soon enough, they were huddled under the hollow of the den. Her mentor had suggested snuggling, pressing the apprentice close to her side and pelt. It as warm there, and she found she didn't have it in her to complain about it at all. " Thank you Foxclove. " she purred out, her thanks was genuine. It did succeed in helping her feel warmer. She was oblivious at least, to the tension between the two molly's the accompanied her. Though she was still plagued by her own insecurities. || Thrushfleck - Herb gathering with Shadepatch - /w: Shadepatch [ cometchaos ] ||
Thrushfleck paid careful attention to his mate as they navigated the territories. It was relieving seeing her on her paws with how drained she was for kitting. Let alone how rough the birth truly was. Part of him deep down, knowing she was getting better every moon, was still scared that he might just lose her. Though seeing her now.. with energy back in her step and a smile on her face those worries started feeling distant and a bit silly. Though he couldn't help it could he? If he wished to watch her carefully lest she may trip after so long of being couped up in one nest? " Careful there, don't get so excited you rush off and sprain a paw. " he purred in amusement as he approached her side rather than trailing behind. Moss was a plenty, even buried under light frost. It was the best time to get it before the snow of leafbare truly picked up. " Here look- I think I see some intact moss under the tree roots. " he finally spoke up again and breaking the silence to point out the treasured moss they came searching for with a gentle paw. " See? All hidden from the frost. Don't you go getting all rusty now! I don't think I'm ready to take over your job for you. " he teased. || Thrushfleck - Wants to take on Flashkit as an apprentice, overhears Seedkit - /w: Slatefoot, Seedkit [ Feathertalon ] ||
It was after dragging moss back from the forest with his mate that Thrushfleck crossed the camp towards the nursery to check in on his little ones. With Shadepatch being out all day, and still further needing to make sure she checked on her patients, it was only natural that he took after watching his own kits and giving Mistleheart a much needed break from watching two giant litters. That and, a part of him wanted to get to know some of the other kits further. Flashkit in specific came to mind- and the longing for another apprentice had filled him. What he hadn't expected however was to find his littermate speaking to one his kits. 'You're not a warrior like Thrushfleck!' Seedkit's claim ringing in his ears and the hurt look flashing across his sister's face. Uh oh. " Hey now, thats not very nice. " He couldn't help the way his whiskers twitched in amusement, or the way his chest swelled in pride. After all, they looked up to him didn't they? He could only try his best to make sure to live up to their expectations for their father. However... even he knew there was a lesson in kindness under this all, and as a parent it was his responsibility no? " I may have been busy on patrols, but that doesn't mean Slatefoot hasn't been busy! With so many sick shes had a really big role of making sure to protect everyone back in camp. She's one of the best warriors I know. "
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Aug 14, 2024 16:32:02 GMT -5
Drizzlemimic- Agrees to be mates with Hayfeather! It was an ordinary day for Drizzlemimic, like every other. Leaf bare had started recently, and another layer of snow would soon befall the territory of YewClan. Whitecough had already started spreading, and poor Whisperingpaw was on of the unfortunate victims. At least Amberpaw is healthy, he thought to himself. He couldn’t bare to imagine what would happen if his apprentice were fall ill. They had actually been making progress recently, though Drizzlemimic still felt like there was a certain… awkwardness between the two of the, that he had yet to thwart of. His apprentice… He had dedicated nearly all his time to training Amberpaw, so much that he had neglected so many other important cats in his life. Frozenlaurel, Cinderdapple… even Hayfeather. He hated to admit it, but it was true. The cat he cared about more than any other in the world, down here or in StarClan, he hadn’t payed attention to him since… Since I got an apprentice… He wished he could just talk to him, tell him how he felt about him, but Hayfeather was still grieving over Bubblingsta-, Bubblignheart’s death. He probably didn’t want to be bothered right now… Every day that passed Drizzlemimic felt more and more guilty. Maybe Hayfeather is interpreting his silence as a loss of interest. He should probably talk to him… but what if he truly doesn’t want to be talked to? Maybe he should just stop thinking about it. He had an apprentice to train, and he didn’t want Amberpaw to worry about his mentor after all. Sitting in camp, he was thinking about possible future lessons. We should move on to fighting training soon, he thought, when he saw Hayfeather approaching him. StarClan, I hope he’s not mad at me... But the grey tabby didn’t seem mad at all. In fact, he seemed excited to tell Drizzlemimic something. What he wasn’t expecting, was for Hayfeather to confess his love to him. His heart skipped a beat and began beating faster than the rushing creek. Every cat in the clan and maybe even outside knew the two were in love, but they had yet to make it official. "I love you. I will always love you.” Drizzlemimic couldn’t believe this moment had finally come. Hayfeather poured his heart outside, his speech ending with a simple "Will you be my mate?”. Drizzlemimic quickly nuzzled his new partner. “Yes, yes, yes! Of course I will, Hayfeather! You mean everything to me, I couldn’t imagine my life without you. I’m so sorry I neglected you for so long, but I had to fulfill my duty toward Amberpaw. Regardless, that won’t last forever, but our relationship will.” Even once he passed on to StarClan, Drizzlemimic knew he will always love Hayfeather. No matter what. Drizzlemimic- Fighting training with Amberpaw It had been a few days since Drizzlemimic and Hayfeather became mates officially. Of course, while he tried to spend as much time as he could with him, Drizzlemimic couldn’t neglect his apprentice. Ever since their initial rocky start, Amberpaw has done well in training, even in front of the deputy. Drizzlemimic knew it was time to teach him how to fight. As the two toms reached the training grounds, Drizzlemimic began explaining the lesson plan. “We’re gonna start with a few basic moves that you can use against other cats, and then you’re gonna test them out on me. As usual, if you have any questions or concerns, please ask me!” However, Drizzlemimic only got to show Amberpaw a few paw swipe techniques and blocks, when the weather instantly started to get chilly. The cold flanked the mentor and took him by surprise, when a cold sleet started to rain down on them. Their training was as good as over. Drizzlemimic hid in a bush and invited Amberpaw to join him. What bad luck that the weather would get them today! Although, now that they were in leaf bare, it was to be expected. “I’m sorry we couldn’t get more done today. We’ll… we’ll try again tomorrow.” Drizzlemimic- Talks with Hopbramble and Whisperingpaw Drizzlemimic had just gotten back to camp after an unsuccessful training session with Amberpaw. The sleet had taken them by surprise, and Drizzlemimic told his apprentice he could grab a piece of prey, if he wanted. As for him, he wanted to see Hayfeather. As he looked around camp, he noticed a distinct lack of his mate’s distinct swirly stripped grey fur. He must be out of camp again. However, he noticed someone else calling for him. From the medicine den, where many cats now resided, he heard Hopbramble’s voice beckon him over. “Drizzlemimic! How is Amberpaw doing?” He heard Whisperingpaw ask as he entered the healer’s den. He felt bad for the young molly, being trapped and not able to train. “Amberpaw’s doing great, thanks for asking! We were stopped from continuing our training by the flurry outside, but it won’t stop us for long.” He turned over to Hopbramble as he uttered the last sentence. “He’ll become a great warrior, just like his mother.” He wasn’t sure if Hopbramble really considered herself a clan cat, but Drizzlemimic already thought of her as a clan member. He wanted to gently reassure her and her kits would be safe here, together with a community, far away from the rogues that harmed her just a few moons ago. Turning back around to Whisperingpaw, he remembered to add: “Not that you’re any less skilled than him, it’s just that you got unlucky with the sickness. Hazelpelt’s your mentor, after all, you’ll b great!”. The brown molly had a lot more experience than him, and was already on her second apprentice. If anything, Whisperingpaw would turn out to be an even better warrior than Amberpaw. Dawnpaw- Training with Frozenlaurel Dawnpaw stared at Frozenlaurel as he finished up a demonstration of a surprisingly complex battle move. It looked… complicated, and, to be honest, the extra pazazz didn’t seem necessary. Why does a warrior need to impress with his attacks? Wouldn’t it be better just to learn the most efficient moves? If anything, wouldn’t making the move flashy make it easier for enemies to counterattack? Dawnpaw wanted to just bite his tongue and not speak. Frozenlaurel was a warrior, and he wasn’t. He clearly knew something that Dawnpaw didn’t. He should just shut up and- “Wait, I don’t understand.” He couldn’t stop himself. “Not the move, but… what’s the point of making it flashy and extra? Doesn’t it just easier for opponents to catch us off guard?” I made a mistake haven’t I? he thought to himself as Frozenlaurel started to speak. He knew he shouldn’t have talked, and now he’s seeing the consequences of his actions. “Sorry, can we just move on to something else?” Tagging whispering tigersdoroar lemonshortbread dewbranch Brownie OOC: (Clan gen, pls just let Drizzle and Hay life a happy life together Im begging you)
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Post by dewbranch on Aug 14, 2024 17:12:05 GMT -5
Foxclove Asks Scarletdrift for a story about Bubblingheart (+) || with Scarletdrift Foxclove returned from her patrol with Petalpaw and Coppersplash feeling a little better. Petalpaw didn't seem to blame her, but Coppersplash hadn't seemed to warm up to her. Why did Dapplestar have to do this? So many cats thought she couldn't do this, and it was making them not like her. Hopbramble had always seemed to have something against her, but that was getting even worse now. It seemed every chance she got she tried to bring Foxclove down.
Now she missed her father more than ever. She wanted him here, wanted him to tell her it would be alright. He probably wouldn't have given her an apprentice anyways. She looked towards the elders' den, the place where Bubblingheart had spent his last few days. Being at Rainfang's point had hurt slightly, knowing that this was where he had spent his last few moments. Had he been scared? Happy? Guilty for leaving her? For leaving Whorldusk?
Her paws brought to the elders' den without her mind really telling her too, and she stood outside of the den, indesisive. "I know somecats's there, so come on in." Said a voice from the inside, and Foxclove entered the den. Spottedfur wasn't in the den at the moment, so that meant that the voice inside must be Scarletdrift. "Hey Scarletdrift. It's Foxclove." She murmured, laying down in an empty nest.
"I see your making yourself at home. Plan on retiring anytime soon?" Scarletdrift joked, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh no. It's just..." Foxclove paused, then continued. "I really miss Bubblingheart. I feel so alone, and with my new apprentice it just seems everyone is doubting me. I can't even confine in Whorldusk because he's having his own problems right now." She sighed. "Could you tell me a story about him for me... please?" She asked.
Scarletdrift sighed, but he smiled at her. "Okay, let me think..." He paused, his eyes growing distant as he thought.
"There was this one time when I was on patrol with Bubblingheart, than star and Beesong, my daughter. Your too young to have met either of them. There was this dog, small, and we tried to dive it off. Instead, it seemed to get even more excited! In the end we managed to wear it down, but Bubblingstar did most of the work, if I was honest to myself. I was too distracted covering my daughter." Scarletdrift finished, eyes leveling with Foxclove. "Feel free to stay here for a bit, if you need." He added. @tag [[ OOC here ]]
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Post by Brownie on Aug 15, 2024 14:08:44 GMT -5
x - Moon 70 - x
mid winter; snowy Clan Events: Coppersplash dies of exposure on patrol
Prey pile: low [MASS EXTINCTION: ON] Is wondering what living with twolegs would be like Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Purrs while reminiscing with Scarletdrift (++) - Admires Gustkit's bravery (++) with . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Feels a burning desire to prove herself worthy of leadership Major Events Event: Gains Puddlepaw as an apprentice Patrol: Training Relationships - Checks up on Hazelpelt - Complements Pondspeckle on his new accessory (+++) with Puddlepaw Event : Mistakes Choice : Proceed Outcome : Puddlepaw begs to be taught an advanced move, but it's clear he can't perform it without mastery of the basics. When he inevitably fails again, he suddenly runs away. Heavy finds him sulking in his nest and prods him back to his paws. She challenges him to a race, giving him confidence to finish their training. Is thinking of her old Clanmates Major Events Event: Gets Flashpaw as an apprentice! She loves his determination and eagerness to learn and enthusiastically agrees to take him on as her apprentice.
Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Takes extra time and attention tending to Hazelpelt's injury (+++) with Flashpaw Event : Daisy Choice : Proceed Outcome : The chance of finding herbs is slip. Should they even try to look? Was bringing a new apprentice out into the snow a mistake? Yes, yes it was. The two find nothing and are soaked to the skin, chilly and sore. What a waste of time. Helps apply a poultice to a small cut Major Events Event: Interested in the myths and stories told by the elders and queens, Flashpaw decides to become a healer, hoping to someday speak to those gone before his time. Apprentice traits: Lonesome, moss-ball hunter Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Thinks Drizzlemimic is overconfident (-) with Shadepatch Event : Daisy Choice : Proceed Outcome : The chance of finding herbs is slip. Should they even try to look? Was bringing a new apprentice out into the snow a mistake? Yes, yes it was. The two find nothing and are soaked to the skin, chilly and sore. What a waste of time. Is playing a prank on Frozenlaurel Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Ravenkit is determined (+++) - Settles beside Frozenlaurel to eat (++) with Coppersplash, Hopbramble Event : Snow Choice : Proceed Outcome : It's cold, but the Clan needs food, so when the patrol finds little prey, they decide to push just a little further. Coppersplash is cold but thinks nothing of it, then the world gets slower and she grows tired... Dusk falls and Coppersplash isn't at the meeting point. By the time the patrol tracks her down, she's as cold as the snow around her. Has been taking extra patrols lately Patrol: Training Relationships - Thinks Coppersplash is helpful! (+) - Bristles after being scolded by Amberpaw (---) with Dawnpaw, Thrushfleck Event : Running Choice : Proceed Outcome : Too fast! The slippery snow is dangerous, Frozenlaurel warns. But Thrushfleck doesn't listen, urging Dawnpaw to learn his limits in a safe environment. Frozenlaurel storms away, telling them not to come crying to him when someone gets hurt in a training session. Is wondering if the rogues will stay through winter Major Events Event: Hopbramble's claw wound healed, but not without a scar Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Is so, so proud of Petalpaw's dedication (++) - Nods politely during Flashpaw's ceremony with Hazelpelt, Coppersplash Event : Cold Choice : Proceed Outcome : It's cold, but the Clan needs food, so when the patrol finds little prey, they decide to push just a little further. Coppersplash is cold but thinks nothing of it, then the world gets slower and she grows tired... Dusk falls and Coppersplash isn't at the meeting point. By the time the patrol tracks her down, she's as cold as the snow around her. Spends time watching Shadepatch's kits while she trains Flashpaw Patrol: NURSING Relationships - Is greatly impressed by Cinderdapple's hunting prowess! (+++) - Didn't realize Dawnpaw was so self-conscious over his appearance (+++) with . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Is making up a game involving counting pebbles Patrol: Training Relationships - Makes a silly face at Gingerkit - Thinks Dawnpaw isn't reliable (-) - Sleeps in Shadepatch's nest (+++) with Frozenlaurel, Dawnpaw Event : Running Choice : Proceed Outcome : Too fast! The slippery snow is dangerous, Frozenlaurel warns. But Thrushfleck doesn't listen, urging Dawnpaw to learn his limits in a safe environment. Frozenlaurel storms away, telling them not to come crying to him when someone gets hurt in a training session. Saw Dawnpaw sneaking extra prey from the pile Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Catches Pondspeckle at the entrance to the warriors den, and chats so long he almost misses his patrol (+++) - Promises she, and YewClan, will always be there for Dawnpaw (+++) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Major Events Event: Pondspeckle gains a lime nylon collar Patrol: Training Relationships - Begs Scarletdrift for a story (++)
with Drizzlemimic, Amberpaw Event : Fighting Choice : Proceed Outcome : Drizzlemimic calls on Pondspeckle's experience to help teach Amberpaw some advanced battle moves. They don't get much practice in because the snow makes it slippery and dangerous, but Amberpaw learns some tactics. Thought she saw a cat in the distance Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Praises Icekit for catching a snowball (+) with . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Is making sure everyone has eaten their fill before taking prey for himself Patrol: Training Relationships - Cinderdapple woke him up by stepping on his tail (-)
with Amberpaw, Ponspeckle Event : Fighting Choice : Proceed Outcome : Drizzlemimic calls on Pondspeckle's experience to help teach Amberpaw some advanced battle moves. They don't get much practice in because the snow makes it slippery and dangerous, but Amberpaw learns some tactics. Goes to sleep early so she can wake up with the sun to plan lessons Patrol: Training Relationships - Notices Coppersplash taking on extra camp chores (++) with Monarchpaw, Foxclove, Petalpaw Event : Fighting Choice : Proceed Outcome : They set up a mock battle, just the four cats, but with no teams. They want to simulate the chaos of a real battle. Monarchpaw gets really into it and is praised for her focus and enthusiasm. Wants to give Mistleheart some advice that not be easy to hear... Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Frozenlaurel bumped into her and didn't apologize (-) with Hazelpelt, Hopbramble Event : Cold Choice : Proceed Outcome : It's cold, but the Clan needs food, so when the patrol finds little prey, they decide to push just a little further. Coppersplash is cold but thinks nothing of it, then the world gets slower and she grows tired... Dusk falls and Coppersplash isn't at the meeting point. By the time the patrol tracks her down, she's as cold as the snow around her. Is eavesdropping on Frozenlaurel and Hazelpelt Patrol: Training Relationships - Wants to spend time around Cinderdapple! (+++) - Preens in front of Mistleheart (+rom) with Petalpaw, Monarchpaw, Cinderdapple Event : Skirmish Choice : Procced Outcome : They set up a mock battle, just the four cats, but with no teams. They want to simulate the chaos of a real battle. Monarchpaw gets really into it and is praised for her focus and enthusiasm. Wishes he had better dreams Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Had a heated argument with Frozenlaurel and said some hurtful things (---) with . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Was tasked with lining all the nests with fresh moss today Patrol: Training Relationships - Enjoys Pondspeckle's company! (+++)
with Drizzlemimic, Pondspeckle Event : Fighting Choice : Proceed Outcome : Drizzlemimic calls on Pondspeckle's experience to help teach Amberpaw some advanced battle moves. They don't get much practice in because the snow makes it slippery and dangerous, but Amberpaw learns some tactics. Is helping reinforce the camp walls Patrol: Training Relationships - Is surprised when Spottedfur seeks her out specifically to help him with a problem (++) with Foxclove, Cinderdapple, Monarchpaw Event : Fighting Choice : Proceed Outcome : They set up a mock battle, just the four cats, but with no teams. They want to simulate the chaos of a real battle. Monarchpaw gets really into it and is praised for her focus and enthusiasm. Is watching Slatefoot closely Patrol: Training Relationships - Leaves fresh-kill in the leader's den for Dapplestar so she doesn't have to go out in the cold (++) with Frozenlaurel, Thrushfleck Event : Running Choice : Proceed Outcome : Too fast! The slippery snow is dangerous, Frozenlaurel warns. But Thrushfleck doesn't listen, urging Dawnpaw to learn his limits in a safe environment. Frozenlaurel storms away, telling them not to come crying to him when someone gets hurt in a training session. She really COULD be hunting between naps! Major Events Event: Is given Patrol: SICK Relationships - Watches Hayfeather when he visits the healer's den with . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Practices pouncing as far as she possibly can Patrol: Training Relationships - Helps Shadepatch come up with a new joke (++) with Cinderdapple, Petalpaw, Foxclove Event : Fighting Choice : Proceed Outcome : They set up a mock battle, just the four cats, but with no teams. They want to simulate the chaos of a real battle. Monarchpaw gets really into it and is praised for her focus and enthusiasm. Wants to be taught an advanced hunting move! Major Events Event: Is made an apprentice! He can't seem to sit still as he touches noses with Heavy, loudly proclaiming he'll be the best warrior YewClan has ever seen. Apprentice trait: charismatic, careful listener.
Patrol: Training Relationships - Is glad to have a Clanmate like Drizzlemimic! (+++) with Heavy Event : Failure Choice : Proceed Outcome : Puddlepaw begs to be taught an advanced move, but it's clear he can't perform it without mastery of the basics. When he inevitably fails again, he suddenly runs away. Heavy finds him sulking in his nest and prods him back to his paws. She challenges him to a race, giving him confidence to finish their training. Is snoring loudly in his sleep - Works together with Petalpaw (+) - Scolds Gustkit for venturing too close to the icy ridgeside (---) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Wants to take a walk while the snow is fresh - Is impressed by Heavy's competence as a deputy (+++) - Tries to help Petalpaw find a cat in camp, despite her insistence that she doesn't need help (---) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Is doing too good of a job playing hide-and-seek Major Events Event: Makes snow cats with Seedkit around camp. - Catches Foxclove complaining about her duties and told Dapplestar (---) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . - Is amazed by Petalpaw's clever ideas! (+++) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Major Events Event: Makes snow cats around camp with Ravenkit. - Plays moss-ball with Mistleheart (++) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Calls Drizzlemimic stinky - Says Icekit is her best friend (+) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Lightkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is asking Shadepatch about StarClan - Gets along better with Hopbramble today (+) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Thinks Thrushfleck doesn't like her - Tracks snow and ice directly through Spottedfur's nest (---) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Gustkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is hoping Scarletdrift will have a really, really good story for him this time - Doesn't like the story Coppersplash told (-) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : .
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Post by cometchaos on Aug 15, 2024 15:25:20 GMT -5
Shadepatch-Herb Patrol with Flashpaw (whispering )
Is thinking of her old clanmates -As Shadepatch walked through the forest with her new apprentice, Flashpaw, she wasn't sure if she should've brought a new apprentice on a herb patrol, when the chances of even finding hrebs was slim.But even if the chance of finding herbs was slim, Shadepatch still wanted to try, because with the death that seemed to plaguing the clan as of late, she wanted to try and have a good herb supply, to try and minimise the chance of it continuing. She thought about all the cats that had died recently. Bubblingheart, the former leader who had been with the clan since it's beginning, as she'd heard, Stormmask, her mentor she might've been able to save. And Coppersplash, who had died this moon, getting lost in the snow. She had been from Burdockclan, like Shadepatch.Shadepatch looked at Flashpaw, walking beside her, and wondered if he would ever feel the guilt she felt when a cat couldn't be saved. If he would be rendered unable to help a cat, and they died because of it. She hoped something like that wouldn't happen soon. Not yet.[[ OOC: My girl :3 ]]
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Post by asrise on Aug 15, 2024 16:06:10 GMT -5
Coppersplash with Hazelpelt and Hopbramble Coppersplash walked over to Hazelpelt and Hopbramble with a stiff stride. It was a particularly cold leaf-bare day today, and the fresh-kill pile was dwindling. Food would warm my clanmates up, she thought. That’s why it’s important this patrol’s successful. Her mind was caught up in duty when Frozenlaurel bumped into her and before she could say anything, stalked off without a word. Rude! Can’t he see I’m going somewhere important?
But it didn’t matter that much to her. There was a patrol to take, and by StarClan themselves, she’d find something to bring back. But by the time the three left, the cold had gotten even worse, biting down as the sun began to shrink beneath the horizon. “I’ll hunt down towards the ridgeline, I’ll see you back here when I’m done.” Coppersplash volunteered, her eyes streaming and her nose burning with the cold while Hazelpelt and Hopbramble chose their own directions.
It took a long time to find even a scent, but eventually Coppersplash had something. Some brave mouse had ventured up its burrow, and she was going to catch it. Her ears were numb, and so was her nose, making it hard to hunt, but she knew she was close. Even just this mouse would be enough to feed a few of the kits! She reminded herself as the cold crept past her fur into her bones. She stalked the entrance, waiting, waiting… Until she pounced, quickly killing the mouse. It’s good and fat, more than enough for a meal, Coppersplash thought with satisfaction, her head spinning.
But as she made to return to the camp entrance to meet Hazelpelt and Hopbramble, Coppersplash felt more and more tired. Surely that pounce didn’t take that much out of me… Her paws were numb, feeling like rocks that she was dragging around. Her vision was blurry, and her other senses weren’t great either. At least she had stopped shivering. Taking a deep breath, Coppersplash soldiered onwards. These trees don’t seem familiar anymore… Where was the camp entrance again? It was around here somewhere, I recognize the scent… Stars, I’m tired… She shifted forwards to take a step, but only collapsed into the snow.
This isn’t so bad… The grey and cream molly stuffed the mouse between her leg and her chest. It had already lost its warmth. She tried to move, but couldn’t bring herself to. I just want to sleep, for once in my life. The snowy landscape shimmered and swam before her eyes, a grey bengal molly seeming to emerge from the depths of the snow, with stars in its fur. Shockingly familiar green eyes lit up as it tilted her head in recognition and… love? The realisation came too late. Oh. This is it, isn’t it? I’m not getting back to camp, am I…
Her paws clutched weakly around the mouse as the snow continued to swirl in the wind, forming images. Hopbramble, Scarletdrift… Foxclove, Flashpaw… Cinderdapple, Thrushfleck… all of my clanmates… Mother. I’m sorry. I’ll hunt for you later. OOC -- Nooo! This is the first death that I’ve had to write, and it’s still hard even though I’ve only had Coppersplash for six moons... Yes, I will be making a drawing for her.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 15, 2024 17:33:11 GMT -5
Hopbramble YewClan Territory | w/ Hazelpelt & Coppersplash jaybun! asrise Hunting patrol - Coppersplash dies Wonders if the rogues will stay through winter Is proud of Petalpaw's dedication
The forest howling with a wind that whipped through the skeletal trees. Heavy with snow, their branches groaned under the weight, creaking ominously as if they might snap at any moment. The air was thick with swirling snow, driven by fierce gusts that lashed across the hunting party like icy claws. It was impossible to see more than a few tail-lengths ahead—just a wall of white, churning and twisting in the wind. Hazelpelt and Hopbramble's pelts stuck out against the landscape, but Coppersplash blended in more than the other mollies.
Each breath burned with the sting of cold, and the bitter air bit through Hopbramble's fur, seeping into her bones. The wind had a menacing edge, its shrieks and wails cutting through the quiet like distant cries, leaving a sense of unease in its wake. The snow underpaw crunched with each step dragging through the deep, heavy drifts. It felt as though the forest itself was alive, watching, waiting...preying.
It was difficult to tell if the food was scarce from leaf-bare or if the rogues were getting desperate and pushing farther south into YewClan's borders if they hadn't given up and moved on. Ever since her skirmish with Saffron, Hopbramble didn't dare stray too close to the northern edge and she was sure to warn her kits about it, especially Petalpaw. It was easy enough for a cat with the sharpest of senses to get turned around in this weather. The relentless wind, with its unpredictable surges, carried the threat of disorientation. Each gust felt like a push towards nowhere, urging them deeper into the white void. It wasn't safe for any cat, let alone a blind apprentice. It didn't seem to deter her daughter though, Hopbramble's chest swelled with pride upon seeing Petalpaw reinforce the camp walls and train vigorously with her mentor.
For Hopbramble trudging through the storm though, a sense of urgency gnawed at her gut. After the group had split off in hopes of a more successful hunt, it felt impossible to track any prey. The snowflakes stung her faces like tiny needles, forcing the dark queen to squint her icy blue eyes against the storm. The feeling in her pink nose and paw pads had gone long ago. The patrol had been out nearly the entire day, but it was hard to tell how much time had passed - the sun had been hidden for days.
By the time Hazelpelt and Hopbramble regrouped, she had only caught a single mouse. It was certainly less embarrassing when she saw that Hazelpelt also could not find much in this weather. Coppersplash had yet to appear, so the two dark mollies waited in silence for a while longer since there was no use yelling over the wind to have a conversation anyway. It felt like hours had passed though, and Hopbramble couldn't help but imagine the gray warrior may have met her end. She had seen it too many times before, and was nervous to split up the group originally for this exact reason. Their brown pelts were turning white with the snow drifting onto them. Hopbramble stood up and shook out her black tabby fur, "We need to look for Coppersplash. I just hope we're not too late."
Through the dense wall of snow, Hopbramble had an unshakeable urge to move quickly but the conditions made haste impossible. It was a miracle any pawprints to follow existed at all as using their noses would have been of no use at all. A hunched, half-buried shape gradually emerged, motionless. A gray, rosette-marked pelt. Not again...
Hopbramble's brow furrowed, she lowered her eyes to protect them from the wind and trudged forward, pushing her tired muscles to reach Coppersplash. The warrior's face was half visible in the snow as well as the single mouse she had caught. Her eyes shut as though she was trying to warm up her freezing body there too. Parts of her fur were stiff with ice. Coppersplash had been here for some time, utterly alone with only the blizzard and her mouse for company.
There was no use trying to drag the young warrior back to camp and then back out again for a burial - who knew how long this storm would last? Who knew if Hazelpelt and Hopbramble would suffer the same fate? At least they had found her. It would have been unpleasant to find the poor molly during new-leaf. "We ought to bury her." Hopbramble finally spoke, eyes still focused on the body in front of them. "Would you help me, Hazelpelt?" She turned her head to face the brown tabby, but knew she would get the assistance she requested.
Upon their return to camp, after a long walk in silence, Hopbramble knew they did the best they could. Coppersplash was buried closeby to where they found her - a low ridgeline. They buried her on the opposite side where the wind was blowing, a quiet place that buffeted the wind. Wherever Coppersplash was, Hopbramble hoped she found her place.
[OOC: i already miss the copperxhop friendship :,)]
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 15, 2024 19:02:31 GMT -5
Heavy »
determined to prove her leadership skills complements pondspeckle's new accessory - stormshade1 training with puddlepaw - Brownie
The responsibility of leadership remained on Heavy’s shoulders. Yet another moon had gone by with Dapplestar curled in her nest, sorrow glinting in her eyes anytime she looked toward her Clanmates. Bubblingheart’s death had remained on her mind, clinging to her like cobwebs. Heavy wondered if she should perhaps go to Shadepatch and ask if the medicine cat had any herbs to help Dapplestar get back on her paws, but Heavy remembered her time drowning in sorrow back when Stemriver had died. He had been her best friend, the father of her kits, and her mate, but grieving for a leader was different. Grieving for a mentor was something entirely different than grieving for a lost mate. Heavy had not experienced that sort of loss in her life. She didn’t want to push Dapplestar.
But playing as leader was still draining. Heavy felt like she was doing everything but Clan announcements. It was getting to her - she could feel it in the way she walked and how she carried herself. Why, just last moon she had snapped at Cinderdapple! Cinderdapple of all cats. Sure, the young molly had been unwise to let Monarchpaw hunt on her own when rogues were in the area, but reflecting back on that altercation, Heavy could have been more tactful, less aggressive.
That was all in the past now. Heavy had the future to look forward to, and while her stance on leadership remained the same from last moon, a new desire to persevere and be the best deputy YewClan had had burned bright in her chest. If Dapplestar needed longer to grieve, then she could have all the time she needed. Heavy had it all under control.
As she called for the day’s patrols, a flash of green wrapped around Pondspeckle’s neck grabbed her attention. Heavy stared at the tom, wondering where he had gotten such an accessory. No matter, she decided. It complimented him, stood out well against his pale gray pelt. ”Your collar looks nice,” she called to the tom, dipping her head in a warm greeting. ”Wear it with pride.” This was a good start. Being a deputy the Clan was proud of all started with making good relations among her Clanmates.
… Perhaps she should apologize to Cinderdapple some point soon. Days had passed since the incident, but a late sorry was better than nothing.
An apology would unfortunately have to wait. As soon as Heavy managed to get the day’s patrols ready, Puddlepaw, Scarletdrift’s young son and now Heavy’s apprentice, came rushing toward her, pleading to learn advanced moves. Heavy tried explaining to him on their way out of camp that he had to learn the basics before attempting such maneuvers, but Puddlepaw was stubborn. He would not budge on his desire, and so, with a sigh, Heavy caved. Perhaps he’d be a natural; afterall, this was Scarletdrift’s son.
It took only a few rounds of trying to learn that Puddlepaw was, in fact, not a natural.
Before the calico could even so much as register the cream and white tom sprinting away, Puddlepaw had vanished, the only evidence of him even being there was a rustling in the snow-laden ferns.
Fearing that he could run into danger and worried that he was hysterical, Heavy sped after him, thankful for the snow that left tiny pawprints of the young tom. It soon became clear that he had headed back to camp, and it didn’t take Heavy long to follow his scent trail to the apprentices’ den.
Heavy eased her way inside, blinking her eyes to adjust to the dim light. Puddlepaw’s small shape was bundled in his nest, Heavy’s heart twisting with concern as she padded over and nudged her apprentice with a gentle touch. ”Puddlepaw, are you alright?” She sniffed the young tom, checking to make sure he had not injured himself during his dash back to camp. There was no scent of blood or pain, only discontent. ”I know you’re upset,” she began slowly, quietly, ”but those moves are difficult even for experienced apprentices. You’ll learn them eventually, but for now we need to stick to the lessons that are the foundation to the ones you tried today.” Heavy rasped her tongue between Puddlepaw’s ears before lifting her head, blue eyes beaming down at the young tom. ”Even if you didn’t get the moves right, you still showed ambition and determination. Those are the qualities of a great warrior in the making, and one day, you’ll make all of YewClan proud. Now come on,” she mewed, nudging Puddlepaw against his flank to move him to his paws. ”I’ll race you back to where we were training. Not many cats have ever beat me in a race. Are you willing to try?” She challenged, already flexing her paws in preparation.
Heavy »
Grief continued to choke the Clan. Another warrior had been taken, not by the claws of an intruder or by the sneakiness of illness. It was the fangs of cold that had pierced into poor Coppersplash, spilling her warmth like blood and freezing her heart. No other cause but leaf-bare had taken the young warrior. Heavy had heard of cats freezing to death while in pursuit of prey, but she had never expected something like that to happen in the Clan, especially not when it had been during a patrol. Heavy shuddered; she knew sending cats out on patrol could have consequences, she would never forget the patrol that claimed Brightleaf’s life, but it was different now that she was the one making the patrols. If she had told Coppersplash to stay in camp that day, or if she had put Coppersplash on another patrol…
She couldn’t let these thoughts consume her. Cats vowed to give their life to their Clan. Coppersplash knew the dangers of being a warrior. It didn’t make her loss any less difficult, but they had to look toward the future and care for those who were still alive.
A flash of a familiar brown pelt grabbed the deputy’s attention. Worry creased her features, a frown pulling her lips downward.
Hazelpelt had been on the patrol with Coppersplash. Heavy couldn’t imagine how the former kittypet must be feeling.
As YewClan’s deputy it was her duty to check on her Clanmates and make sure they were doing alright. Not only that, but she enjoyed Hazelpelt’s company. Respected her and considered her a close friend. Obligation wasn’t the only reason why she wanted to check in with Hazelpelt.
Heavy dipped her head in greeting as she closed the gap between her and Hazelpelt. She went a step further and brushed her tail along the other molly’s back, a friendly gesture. ”How are you faring?” She asked quietly, loud enough only for Hazelpelt to hear. Going on patrol and returning with one less Clanmate was always hard. It was gut wrenching. It was demoralizing. Clan life was hard, every cat within YewClan’s ranks knew that, but some days were harder, and Coppersplash’s untimely death was a harsh reminder of that.
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Post by dewbranch on Aug 16, 2024 7:49:31 GMT -5
Foxclove Training Patrol & Wants to spend time around Cinderdapple! (+++) || with Petalpaw, Monarchpaw, Cinderdapple Foxclove waited outside of the entrance with Petalpaw, waiting for Cinderdapple and Monarchpaw. This was her first patrol with another mentor-apprentice pair, and she was nervous. What if she was training Petalpaw all wrong? She had to train her apprentice a little differently to how she was trained because of her disability, but Foxclove thought they were doing well. Her mind wandered to Coppersplash, the she-cat she had patrolled with last moon. They hadn't had many encounters, but Foxclove still missed her. Even if she was one of the cats who had been doubting me.
Finally, Cinderdapple and Monarchpaw came into sight, and the four cats left camp. One reason Foxclove accepted this patrol was because she wanted to spend more time with Cinderdapple. She was older than Foxclove by a few moons, but she was the youngest cat other than herself with an apprentice, and she had never said anything about how she shouldn't have an apprentice. At least now that Hopbramble's going out on patrol I won't see her as often.
The four got to the training hollow, and Foxclove started to explain what they were doing. "We are going to try a mock battle, everyone for themselves. This is supposed to simulate a real battle, its chaos, and how many cats fight seemingly everywhere. Understand?" She mewed. Luckily, speaking was not one of her weaknesses. "Okay, then... positions!" She yowled, and the training began. [[ OOC here ]]
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Post by polarized on Aug 16, 2024 10:44:09 GMT -5
Wrenkit Calls Drizzlemimic Stinky {--} with Drizzlemimic Wrenkit was scuffling with a moss-ball at the entrance of the nursery, concentrating on her battle leap she had saw the apprentices do. She wriggled her haunches, trying to keep her tail off the ground, but every time the tiny kit leaped, she completely missed the moss! Wrenkit got ready to crouch one more time, then leaped, and managed to catch the moss-ball with her claws, scratching it with a meow of triumph! “Take that! And don’t think about trespassing on Yewclan territory again!” Wrenkit purred with delight. Then she started to look around, for anything she could do now. She had already protected the clans territory from rogues, what else was there to do? She thought about playing with her sister, Icekit. Out of all her littermates, it felt like Icekit was her best friend! Wrenkit’s thoughts were interrupted as she saw a warrior patrol entering camp. She jumped into the snow in the clearing, barely being able to put one paw in front of the other because of her small size in the puffy white powder covering the clearing. She recognised one of the warriors in the patrol as Drizzlemimic, and the tiny molly scuffled around the big warriors paws. Suddenly, Wrenkit wrinkled her nose as she smelled something on Drizzlemimic. “Yuck!” The tiny kit yowled. “Your pelt is stinky!” [[ My first post! I love this lil kit! ]]
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 16, 2024 14:13:04 GMT -5
Cinderdapple Training Clearing | w/ Monarchpaw, Foxclove, Petalpaw Sand , dewbranch , grimmreminder Battle training Stepped on Drizzlemimic's tail Lesson planning
Before the sun had shown itself as more than a scratch above the horizon, Cinderdapple and Foxclove had left the warrior's den early that morning to plan a joint lesson for their apprentices. Being rather drowsy still upon exiting the shelter where they slept, Cinderdapple winced at feeling her littermate's tail under paw. "Sorry..." she whispered but who knows if Drizzlemimic was awake enough to hear her apology.
Once it was time for training to begin, the sun was high enough to cast slanted shadows of YewClan's trees across their pelts. Cinderdapple was rather flattered that Foxclove seemed enthusiastic at a joint training session, but she was surprised that she agreed to battle training given her apprentice's disabilities. However, the gray and white molly trusted Foxclove knew what her apprentice could handle. They were paired for a reason after all, and Petalpaw's dedication to overcome anyone's reservations was admirable. Regardless, if things got out of hand that's what warriors were for.
Cinderdapple waited for Foxclove to brief the apprentices with a twitch of her whiskers, anticipating the action that would follow, their breath creating clouds in front of their muzzles. On her order to move to their positions, she crouched low, muscles rippling beneath her rosette-spotted fur as the warrior launched herself towards Monarchpaw. The four mollies moved with calculated, deliberate strikes. Cinderdapple was particularly impressed by the progression of their skills compared to their first moon of training.
Snow was flung every which way, exposing the dead grass and dirt beneath their paws. A lull eventually ensued once the patrol's energy had finally subsided and once Cinderdapple had regained her breath, it was her turn to speak. "Excellent job everyone. We always have room for improvement, but I personally am satisfied with the progress made so far." Cindernapple nodded her head in approval towards Foxclove before directing her gaze to the ginger warrior's apprentice, "Petalpaw, your adaptations in your training have made you a formidable opponent, keep being creative. Your enemy won't anticipate it." Finally, she turned her owl-masked head towards her own apprentice. Monarchpaw was incredibly fierce, and Cinderdapple respected her confidence and energy, "Monarchpaw, I'm very impressed by your performance today. I would want a cat like you on my side of the battlefield any day. You have much to learn, but I know you'll excel based on your energy alone."
The gray and white warrior gazed around at the four of them once more before nodding with satisfaction, "Let's head back to camp. Both of you deserve something to eat." It would be a good break before they inevitably go on another patrol today.
[OOC: love this lil girl gang we've got going on]
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 16, 2024 19:09:41 GMT -5
HAZELPELT Hunting with Hopbramble & Coppersplash. - x - x Hazelpelt grimaced, watching Hopbramble and Coppersplash wander off in search of what little prey leaf-bare had left them. They all needed food desperately, but she hesitated, shifting her weight from paw to paw. The two molly's with her were fierce in their own right, especially Hopbramble, but their pelts just weren't built to stand the cold like her own. They'd agreed to keep hunting, but maybe it would be better to head back to camp after all. To warm up before trying their luck again, at least?
No- no, I'm being a worrywart. Shaking herself off, Hazelpelt turned away from the rendezvous. They would've mentioned if they needed a break. She opened her mouth, eyes screwing up against the biting wind; forcing herself to taste the frosty air.
Time slipped away from her after that point. At several points she'd felt like she was turning in circles, relying heavily on the furrow her body had cut through the snow to navigate the landscape. She groaned, paw-pads burning and nose streaming. This was getting them nowhere. She'd have to come back tomorrow- when whatever prey was left got desperate enough to leave their burrows. By the look of the snow, things were only going to get worse out tonight. Better to leave with their hides in tact than risk frostbitten toes and tails.
Hopbramble was alone when Hazelpelt made it back to the meeting point. With a mouse! She was too tired to raise her voice against the wind, but she hoped her impressed purr made it through the howl. The cinnamon-furred molly hunkered down in the snow about a tail-length away from Hopbramble. She'd offer a huddle, but Hazelpelt wasn't sure how the other warrior would take it. She would hate to give the independent she-cat the impression she didn't think Hopbramble could handle herself- or worse, pitied her. Coppersplash might have more luck broaching the idea when she got here. They seemed to get along decently well.
They waited. And waited. Till Hazelpelt could feel her teeth begin to chatter. She was about to speak up when Hopbramble beat her to the punch, ""We need to look for Coppersplash. I just hope we're not too late."
She nodded, rising to her paws with wince as her stiff joints protested. Hazelpelt followed Hopbramble in the direction they'd seen Coppersplash leave, a grim weight settling on her shoulders. The gray warrior's steps were thankfully still in tact, but their uneven depth and gait were worrying. Had Coppersplash really been in such a bad shape then? Why hadn't she said anything? Why hadn't Hazelpelt noticed?
They found her at the end of the trail. The younger molly's fur was stiff with snow, sides dreadfully still. A single mouse was tucked underneath her leg, like she'd huddled around the tiny thing for warmth. Hazelpelt swallowed harshly, her ears swiveling to lay flat. She pressed her nose against Coppersplash's cold shoulder, nodding absently when Hopbramble suggested they bury her.
It was the least she could do.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Aug 16, 2024 19:42:09 GMT -5
cometchaos (Shadepatch) lemonshortbread (Cinderdapple) chocolatemilk7 (Dawnpaw) polarized (Wrenkit) (mention) Mistleheart ( Spends time watching Shadepatch's kits while she trains Flashpaw, is greatly impressed by Cinderdapple's hunting prowess! +++, Didn't realize Dawnpaw was self conscious of himself +++) Mistleheart have spent two moons nursing her kits, and she loves them so much! They have grown lot bigger, and Mistleheart taught them to talk and walk. Though Mistleheart missed patrolling and sleeping with other warriors, and days as a queem in the nursey seemed to blur together. The fluffy queen decided to change Gentlekit's name to Icekit, seeing that the name "Gentle" doesn't fit her anymore as she has gotten a lot active, and Wrenkit requested for her name to be changed from Cicadakit because she preferred birds over bugs. The kits' personalities have emerged, and Wrenkit was one rambunctious kit. She liked to bully other cats without knowing it hurts other cats' feelings, and when she called Drizzlemimic's pelt "stinky", Mistleheart scolded her and told her not to do it again, as it could hurt other cats' feelings. In the nursery, Mistleheart gazed over her kits, and a smile was evident in her white face. These were her kits, and her legacy! The other queen, Shadepatch has returned to her healer's duties, gaining a new apprentice, Flashpaw. Finally, there were healers to help treat cats' illnesses and injuries! Mistleheart felt confident for her Clan's future even though it was the middle of leaf-bare, and a warrior, Coppersplash died while out on patrol, freezing to death. She didn't really know her, and didn't really felt sad for her death. While Puddlekit, the son of the elder, Scarletdrift went on to become apprenticed to Heavy to train as a warrior. While Mistleheart was feeding her kits her milk, Shadepatch poked her head into nursery and asked if she could take care of her kits, Gingerkit, Seedkit and Ravenkit while she trains Flashpaw. Mistleheart agreed, smiling warmly as the healer passed her kits to her. The three kits joined Mistleheart's own four kits for the feeding as Shadepatch left to train her apprentice. After a few hours of watching over the kits, Shadepatch returned and thanked the white furred queen for looking after her kits. " No problems, Shadepatch! " purred Mistleheart." You can ask me again anytime to look after your kits." z Mistleheart decided it was time to head outside the nursery to take in fresh air from the stuffy nursery. She looked back at her four kits. " Wrenkit, Lightkit, Icekit, and Gustkit, be good while I'm gone please." Mistleheart told her kits. Mistleheart crawled out of the nursery to see the camp grounds covered in snow. The white furred she-cat shivered as she took a step in the snow, to see a warrior, Cinderdapple carrying a huge haul of prey to the fresh-kill pile. Wow!!! She must be an AMAZING hunter to bring back THAT MUCH prey in the middle of leaf-bare! thought Mistleheart. After Cinderdapple dropped her prey that she caught in the freshkill pile, Mistleheart walked up to her with her fluffy tail high in the air. " Hello Cinderdapple! Your hunting skills are amazing, to be able to bring back that much prey to the fresh-kill pile! " Mewed Mistleheart with admiration for the gray and white furred she-cat. She looked so much like her deceased uncle, Stemriver who was tragically killed by a snake. Mistleheart purred with happiness as Cinderdapple thanked her for complimenting her hunting skills. As she oadded away, Mistleheart spotted Hopbramble's unusual son, Dawnpaw, who she believed was blessed by StarClan, gazing at his paws. She watched him for a few minutes, but he was still gazing at her paws. I never knew he was so subconscious of his appearance! Mistleheart thought But I'm not surprised... he looks so different to the other Clan cats! Brownie (Frozenlaurel) Whorldusk ( Wishes he has better dreams, and had a heated argument with Frozenlaurel and said some hurtful things ---) Two moons have passed, and Whorldusk was still distraught over his father, Bubblingheart's death. He missed him so much, he loved him, and he knew the elderly ginger and white tom loved him back. Every sunrise, he lay most of the day in his nest in the warrior's den, still gloomy, and thinking about his father, and what he would think of his very insecure behaviour lately from StarClan. Whorldusk was also having nightmares of seeing his father again, only for him to fade away into nothingness, causing the ginger tom to cry when he woke up. Whorldusk wished he was having better dreams about his father, and wished he would visit him from StarClan to comfort him. And he would see him again FOR REAL, with stars studded in his pelt. Whorldusk decided to visit the nursery to take his mind off of his father's death. Craawling inside, he saw a warrior, Frozenlaurel touching noses with his kits, with the mother, Mistleheart smiling at him. Whorldusk's insides did a somersault, and anger flared up in his chest. SO FROZENLAUREL WAS THE FATHER OF MISTLEHEART'S KITS?!?! HOW DARE HE DIDN"T ANNOUNCE HIMSELF AS THE FATHER OF THEM TO THE CLAN?!?!? Whorldusk raised his hackles, and with his fur bristling, he stormed up to Frozenlaurel. " FROZENLAUREL!!! HOW DARE YOU NOT ANNOUNCE YOURSELF TO YOUR CLANMATES AS THE FATHER OF THESE KITS, AND KEPT IT A SECRET?!?!? " Yowled Whorldusk, his ears flat on his ginger face. Frozenlaurel was taken aback by his violent nature, and started arguing with Whorldusk! " I DON'T CARE IF MISLEHEART REALLY WANTED KITS, YOU SHOULD OF FATHERED THEM LIKE MISTLEHEART MOTHERED THEM!!! I also don't think cats who aren't mates should have kits together! " As the heated argument continued, Whorldusk spat at him. Oh, and you kittypet-born blooded cat... I'LL TURN YOU INTO CROWFOOD!!!" Yelled Whorldusk, before he turned tail and stalked out of the nursery, furious about Mistleheart's kits secret father. Sand (Seedkit) lazzylake (Dapplestar) dewbranch (Foxclove) (mention) Ravenkit (Makes snow cats with Seedkit, Is doing too good of a job playing hide and seek with Seedkit, and catches Foxclove complaining about her duties and told Dapplestar ---) It started snowing in camp in the middle of leaf-bare, covering the camp in bright white snow! Ravenkit has never seen snow before, so it really excited the small black tom. As he peered outside the nursery, he squeaked with excitement, and threw himself in to play in the snow. Suddenly, Ravenkit had a brilliant idea, and got out of snow and ran to one of his brothers, Seedkit! He imagined something AMAZING that he would do with him! With his black tail high in the air, Ravenkit marched to his brother " Hey Seedkit! There is SNOW outside! Do you want play with me in the SNOW with me?!" He squeaked with excitement. When Seedkit agreed to play with him, together, as brothers they rushed outside the nursery and dove into the snow. Ravenkit started playing around with it, his paws getting very cold like ice as he held it in his paws for long. " Bbrrrr! I didn't know snow was COLD! " mewed Ravenkit, shivering. " Want to build snow cats with me, Seedkit?!" And together, they built some snow cats by putting snow on their paws, and patting it onto the ground to build the shape of cats. Ravenkit created a face on one of them by using pebbles as their eyes and nose, and a stick as their mouth. He decorated the other ones as well. Once Ravenkit got bored making snow cats, Ravenkit asked his brother Seedkit to play a different game... some hide and seek in the snow! On the first turn, Seedkit counted while Ravenkit found somewhere to hide. A brilliant idea popped in the small black tom kit's head. He would bury himself in the snow! Then his brother Seedkit will never find him! Ravenkit dug a hole, and went in, burying himself. He waited for 10 minutes after Seedkit said that he will look for him, but he never found him. His hiding spot was TOO GOOD! It was very dark and cold inside of the snow, and Ravenkit found himself starting to suffocate! When Seedkit gave up looking for him, he pawed through the snow and burst through it, taking in deep gulps of cold air. It was icy to his lungs, but at least, Ravenkit was no longer suffering from suffocation! The black tom kit marched to his brother Seedkit confidently, who asked him where he was. " I was hiding in the snow!" Mewed Ravenkit with pride. " No cat could find me! But I was fine! No need to worry. " After playing, Ravenkit spotted Foxclove complaining about her Clan duties to another warrior. Whoa, Foxclove is complaining about her Clan duties?! How naughty! I'll speak to Dapplestar about this!
Ravenkit pushed through the snow to get to the leader's den, shivering from the cold, and crawled in to see the leader inside the den ” Dapplestar! Foxclove's being naughty! She's complaining about her Clan duties!" Ravenkit mewed to the black-furred leader. " No cat should complain about Clan duties! Can you punish her pretty please?!" OOC: Sorry for not posting any responses last moon, I was SO BUSY! Now it is recess break for university, so I have lots of time to write responses to moon, and replies to other prompts. And FINALLY, Mistleheart's origin story!
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2024 13:48:31 GMT -5
Seedkit »
plays mossball with mistleheart, makes snowcats with ravenkit - Sapphirejas & pesters the apprentices
There had always been a chill in the air. ‘Hot’ and ‘scorching’ were just words that Seedkit had heard muttered by older Clanmates but he himself had never experienced. Leaf-fall was all Seedkit knew, and now he was learning what leaf-bare was. It was cold where leaf-fall was chilly. It was frozen paws and stinging noses as the wind whipped and whistled through camp. Leaf-fall had been dashing through the dried leaves and pretending mice were hiding inside. Leaf-bare was cuddling up against his mother and watching in wonder as this odd white powder apparently called snow fell from the thick gray clouds above.
Leaves fell from the sky in leaf-fall. Snow fell in leaf-bare. Seedkit wondered what fell from the sky during the other two seasons.
The young tom sat just outside the nursery after a fulfilling game of mossball with Mistleheart. Shadepatch was off training Flashpaw - Seedkit missed the other tom even though he hadn’t been an apprentice for long - which left one queen to watch a wide assortment of kits. There was Slatefoot who tended to stick to the nursery even though she was not expecting or had nursing kits, but Seedkit was starting to see less and less of his father’s sister. Guilt pricked at his pelt. Seedkit wondered if maybe his argument with the warrior had caused her to stay away from the nursery. He didn’t know what had gotten into him the other day, but he usually wasn’t like that.
Seedkit was sure he’d be lost in his thoughts for the rest of the day if not for Ravenkit rushing toward him with excitement sparking in his eyes and joy slipping off his tongue. ”Yeah!” He chirped, jumping to his paws to run Ravenkit’s way; Seedkit hesitated momentarily, staring at the light dusting of snow that decorated the camp. He was wary, but seeing Ravenkit out in it, and seeing how the warriors tread across it no problem, Seedkit quickly conquered the unease and hopped right into the snow.
He squeaked in surprise. ”It’s cold!” Chilly weather was all he had known, but the snow was colder on his delicate paws than he had expected. Not daring to let his paws freeze over Seedkit bounced and pranced, keeping one paw close to him at all times even as he rolled snow and set it into large piles to create snowcats with his brother. After a long while of creating snowcats, Ravenkit suggested they play hide and seek. Accepting the offer Seedkit scurried off to go count, letting his brother hide. He waited for some time before looking around, and around, and around, and around, and…
Seedkit cast a confused look all around the camp.
Where had Ravenkit gone?
He swished his tail back and forth, brows furrowing. A group of apprentices huddled nearby, and with a surge of courage Seedkit pranced toward them, eyes wide as he asked over and over if they had seen Ravenkit. No success, and from the sounds of it they were starting to get annoyed with him hanging around. Not wanting to cause a scene Seedkit backed off, once again scanning camp. Where had Ravenkit gone?
As if on cue his brother came marching toward him, snow stuck to his pelt. Seedkit stared at him. ”I thought you were gone!” He had almost started to wonder if he needed to get Mistleheart or see if Shadepatch had returned to camp, but luckily his brother was back and he was safe. That’s what mattered.
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Aug 17, 2024 17:34:29 GMT -5
Drizzlemimic- Training with Amberpaw and Pondspeckle/Gets woken up by Cinderdapple Gracefully running through YewClan’s forest, Drizzlemimic felt an excitement in the atmosphere. No worries, no weights in his life, just him being free in him home. The trees were green with leaves and the birds were happily singing a tune. As the wind blew on his pelt, he saw a butterfly in the air, practically asking him to chase it. Sure, he wasn’t a kit anymore, but there was no reason he couldn’t have fun. He ran and jumped, the butterfly always being slightly out of reach. It dodged and weaved, but Drizzlemimic saw his opportunity at the right moment and- Ow! he felt a sharp pain in his tail as the world quickly crumpled around him. “Wha-? What’s going on? Are the rogues invading?” He muttered upon waking up. He had been dreaming, but now he was back to the dreary world of leaf bare. He looked around the warriors den, getting weird looks from those around him, but he saw Cinderdapple slowly walking away from him. He thought he heard her say something, but he didn’t exactly catch it. Ah, she must have been the one to step on my tail. He wasn’t going to lie, he was a bit mad. He was having a pretty good dream, and dawn had barely cracked. But it’s not like we was going to sleep forever anyways. Maybe waking up earlier was going to be good. Drizzlemimic sighed as he left his den. He wished he had a better relationship with his sister, but the two haven’t really talked all that much. The last conversation they had was last new leaf when he broke the Warrior Code. He was very thankful she never told anyone, but they they mostly stopped patrolling together after that. Unfortunately, their personalities were just so… different, and Drizzlemimic was always with Hayfeather or Amberpaw nowadays, not to mention Cinderdapple had her own friends she hanged out with. Maybe one day.After waiting for some time to pass, not wanting to subject Amberpaw to the same fate of being abruptly awoken, Drizzlemimic took his apprentice for another training patrol. Amberpaw had gotten the basics of fighting down already, so he was going to teach him some advanced battle moves. As he left camp, he noticed Pondspeckle. He didn’t recall the warrior being on any patrols at the moment, so why not ask for his help. He was older and more experienced than Drizzlemimic, if only by a few moons, and he finished an apprentice’s training, so he was bound to be of assistance. Plus, he was Hayfeather’s brother, so Drizzlemimic doubted he would refuse to come along. “Pondspeckle! Do you wanna help me teach Amberpaw some battle moves?” Dawnpaw- Took extra prey from the pile/Watches Slatefoot closely/Leaves fresh kill for Dapplestar Dawnpaw returned to camp, exhausted from another training session. Unfortunately, He still hasn’t gotten along better with Frozenlaurel. All of his litter mates are close with their mentors! Foxclove and Petalpaw clearly get along well, Monarchpaw and Cinderdapple are both pretty similar in personality and Whisperingpaw personally told him how much she liked Hazelpelt. The only other exception to this rule was Amberpaw, who similarly seemed to not get along with his own mentor, Drizzlemimic. But even they started to become friendlier! Did the problem lie with him or Frozenlaurel? Maybe Dawnpaw was just naturally unskilled, and Frozenlaurel had nothing to work with. Am I going to become a warrior after my siblings? Foxclove also graduated late, but she seemed fine enough. After a few moments in camp, he quietly went back outside and approached a big clump of snow. He looked down at his left paw, the bright cream colored one. “ Half of you looks just like him you know, I know you're just as brave and kind.” His mother’s words from… many moons ago now still echoed in his head. Would my father be disappointed if he could see how I am? He did die for him, but maybe his siblings made up for Dawnpaw. I’m sure he would be proud of them. Suddenly, he scratched angrily at the snow below him. Why? Why can’t I do anything to make my mentor proud? Dawnpaw kept clawing at the snow, until he calmed down, not wanting to attract anymore attention to himself than he already had. Dad… please… if you can hear me… wherever you are… give me the strength to become a warrior…He moped over to the fresh kill pile, but on the way took a quick peek at the leaders den. Poor Dapplestar. She was still grieving the loss of Bubblingheart, the previous leader. Dawnpaw didn’t know him for long, but losing a guardian figure must have been rough for her. He knew he would be devastated if Hopbramble died. Most of the clan was worried about her not being able to furfill her duties, but Dawnpaw just felt bad for her. First she lost someone close to her, and then she gets pressure put on her. Maybe there was something he could do for her. Even if something small. Out of the fresh kill pile, he grabbed two mice. Both were pretty chubby. He walked into the den, only to find no one. She must be somewhere else in camp. I’ll just leave it here for her.He trotted out of Dapplestar’s den and ate the remaining mouse outside. In the corner of his eye, he noticed Slatefoot watching him. Mouse dung! She probably thinks I ate that mouse, and now I’m eating again! He considered giving this mouse to someone else too, but he wouldn’t have anything to eat anymore. Reluctantly, he awkwardly watched Slatefoot as he consumed his fresh kill, trying not to look guilty. Tagging tigersdoroar stormshade1 Feathertalon lazzylake
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 18, 2024 0:08:57 GMT -5
HAZELPELT Speaking with Heavy. - tended by Shadepatch - x Hazelpelt sniffled. The cinnamon molly groaned, raising a paw to rub at her wet nose. The stubborn thing hadn't stopped leaking since the night she'd gone hunting! She wasn't sick with a cough, and thank the Stars for that, but it was just bothersome enough to be absolutely miserable.
Shadepatch had been kind enough to treat her, but there was only so much the medicine cat could do; especially in leaf-bare. Hazelpelt sniffled again, eyeing the entrance to the warrior's den. No cat would blame her for taking a nap would they? She grimaced, glancing at the tiny fresh-kill pile. They did really need everyone hunting who could... especially after losing Coppersplash.
Movement caught the corner of Hazelpelt's eye. Heavy! She thought delighted, and then immediately chastised herself for the excitement. Heavy was being a responsible deputy-friend. The clan had just suffered a tragic loss. She had a running nose. None of those sobering facts helped calm the bouncing love-sick kit in her brain in the slightest.
Heavy brushed up against her side, tail touching her back in a friendly graze, "How are you faring?”
Golly. Hazelpelt swallowed, suddenly very warm and not quite sure what to do about it. Good- sad, she was sad! Of course she was sad, Coppersplash and her may not have been close, but Hazelpelt still cared for her! She dug her claws into the snow covered ground, forcing herself to focus past Heavy's (very pretty) blue eyes. What had she felt that night, after returning to camp with Hopbramble?
"I should've done more." She admitted quietly, heart slowing as she remembered how stiff Coppersplash's body had been. Hazelpelt's mouth quirked into a humorless smile. Had she been using her attraction to Heavy as a crutch? Maybe. It was much easier to think about pretty mollies, than dwell on that truth. And that truth was, "I was the most senior warrior- I should never had let her go off alone."
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Post by Brownie on Aug 19, 2024 13:36:42 GMT -5
x - Moon 71 - x
late winter; snowy Clan Events: Flax joins the Clan
Prey pile: low
Is giving Puddlepaw advice Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Doesn't think Petalpaw has been honest lately (-) - Checks up on the apprentices with . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Feels a burning desire to prove herself worthy of leadership Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Laughs at Hazelpelt's joke (++rom) - Purrs at something Foxclove does (+++) with Puddlepaw, Mistleheart Event : Mistakes Choice : Mice Outcome : Mistleheart suggests a sheltered gully. It's a little far from camp, but the hunting is good for mice. Ah, it doesn't work out. Snow covers the gully in drifts, making it impossible to stalk without crunching underpaw. It was a good idea, though. Flax STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is looking around YewClan's camp Major Events Event: Flax begs YewClan for shelter. A solid ginger tom with sage eyes. 59 moons. Adventurous, good hunter, interested in herbs.
Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - None with . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Is looking for herbs in the snow Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Checks up on Puddlepaw (+++) with Flashpaw Event : Sun Choice : Proceed Outcome : Late leaf-bare is the worst time for herb gathering. The best they can do is finish sorting what they have and preparing for the thaw. Shadepatch encourages Flashpaw to take a break in the sun and it's just what they need: the pair uncover a packet of mullein that had fallen behind the rest of the stock! Visits the nursery to give the kits checkups Patrol: Herb gathering Relationships - Is annoyed healers still have to follow Heavy's patrol schedule (--) with Shadepatch Event : Sun Choice : Proceed Outcome : Late leaf-bare is the worst time for herb gathering. The best they can do is finish sorting what they have and preparing for the thaw. Shadepatch encourages Flashpaw to take a break in the sun and it's just what they need: the pair uncover a packet of mullein that had fallen behind the rest of the stock! Tries to set a good example for the younger cats Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Visits Mistleheart - Finds a bit of fluff that smells like Cinderdapple and keeps it in her nest (+) with Drizzlemimic, Thrushfleck Event : Bird Choice : Proceed Outcome : Thrushfleck grabs the bird before it can fly away! Is doing his best to learn a new Clan custom Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Appreciates Ravenkit's kind words (+) - Heard an ugly rumor about Flashpaw's origins (---) with Foxclove Event : Snow Choice : Do Not Proceed Outcome : They can't risk injury, not two short-furred cats in this cold. They turn back and decide to wait until the snow settles before trying again. Is wondering if the rogues will be there in the spring Patrol: Border Relationships - Asks Frozenlaurel to compare the sharpness of their claws - Is amazed at how skilled Whisperingpaw is (+++) with Pondspeckle Event : Rogue Choice : Proceed Outcome : Hopbramble recognizes this cat... Flax begs for the Clan's protection and while the two hesitate, he does claim to have have skill with healing and Shadepatch has been feeling overworked, so they decide to bring him to Dapplestar. Spends a lot of time thinking about Slatefoot... Major Events Event: Recovers from kitting Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Gives Wrenkit her favorite prey (++) - Grooms Gustkit thoroughly (+++) - Wants to spend more time with Slatefoot (+++rom) with Heavy, Puddlepaw Event : Mice Choice : Proceed Outcome : Mistleheart suggests a sheltered gully. It's a little far from camp, but the hunting is good for mice. Ah, it doesn't work out. Snow covers the gully in drifts, making it impossible to stalk without crunching underpaw. It was a good idea, though. Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Nods politely at Monarchpaw - Calls out to Petalpaw when he sees her on the ridgeline (++) with Hazelpelt, Drizzlemimic Event : Bird Choice : Proceed Outcome : Thrushfleck grabs the bird before it can fly away! Thinks Heavy is overworking herself lately Major Events Event: Slatefoot will always miss Bubblingheart, that won't change, but time has softened it at least a little Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Gets along better with Amberpaw today (+) - Calls Ravenkit the wrong name (++) with Monarchpaw, Cinderdapple Event : Mouse scent Choice : Proceed Outcome : Monarchpaw locates the scent and begins to stalk forward, waggling her haunches before giving a powerful leap! Gotcha. That's one cat fed tonight. Patrol: Border Relationships - Surprises Scarletdrift with something nice (++) - Is upset when Mistleheart saved him prey... his least favorite. Surely she knows what he likes? (--) with Hopbramble Event : Rogue Choice : Proceed Outcome : Hopbramble recognizes this cat... Flax begs for the Clan's protection and while the two hesitate, he does claim to have have skill with healing and Shadepatch has been feeling overworked, so they decide to bring him to Dapplestar. Is thinking of all the moments he shared with Bubblingheart Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Finds a bit of fluff that smells of Frozenlaurel and adds it to his nest (+) with . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Gives Thrushfleck tracking tips Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Nods politely as Shadepatch passes by
with Thrushfleck, Hazelpelt Event : Bird Choice : Proceed Outcome : Thrushfleck grabs the bird before it can fly away! Was the first one awake this morning Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Saw Drizzlemimic on her walk but didn't show herself to him with Monarchpaw, Slatefoot Event : Mouse scent Choice : Proceed Outcome : Monarchpaw locates the scent and begins to stalk forward, waggling her haunches before giving a powerful leap! Gotcha. That's one cat fed tonight. Saw a pair of hawks circling Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Spends time playing with Ravenkit and is amazed by the kit's insight (++)
with Frozenlaurel Event : Snow Choice : Do Not Procced Outcome : They can't risk injury, not two short-furred cats in this cold. They turn back and decide to wait until the snow settles before trying again. Is playing a prank on Petalpaw Patrol: GRIEVING Relationships - Is jealous Pondspeckle got to patrol when he didn't (--) with . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Is lost in confusing dreams Major Events Event: Amberpaw wakes up with a splitting headache and can't get out of his nest Patrol: Training Relationships - Wishes his pelt could shine like Cinderdapple's (-)
with Drizzlemimic, Pondspeckle Event : Fighting Choice : Proceed Outcome : Drizzlemimic calls on Pondspeckle's experience to help teach Amberpaw some advanced battle moves. They don't get much practice in because the snow makes it slippery and dangerous, but Amberpaw learns some tactics. Wants to spend some time alone today Patrol: Training Relationships - Spent a long time talking with Flashpaw and is impressed by Flashpaw's new knowledge (+++) with Dawnpaw Event : Hunting Choice : Proceed Outcome : Their mentors send them out to assess their skills and the pair argue where they should hunt. Dawnpaw has a suggestion, but Petalpaw thinks his idea is risky. Uneasily the two split up. Petalpaw comes home empty pawed, only to notice Dawnpaw sitting smugly by the fresh-kill pile with a pair of squirrels. Thought he saw the glow of fire late one night Patrol: Training Relationships - Helps Hopbramble pick burrs from her fur (++) with Petalpaw Event : Hunting together Choice : Proceed Outcome : Their mentors send them out to assess their skills and the pair argue where they should hunt. Dawnpaw has a suggestion, but Petalpaw thinks his idea is risky. Uneasily the two split up. Petalpaw comes home empty pawed, only to notice Dawnpaw sitting smugly by the fresh-kill pile with a pair of squirrels. Is playing a prank on Puddlepaw Major Events Event: Is given Patrol: SICK Relationships - Admires Puddlepaw's confidence (++) with . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Winked cheekily at Dawnpaw Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Challenges Hayfeather to a spar with Cinderdapple, Slatefoot Event : Mouse scent Choice : Proceed Outcome : Monarchpaw locates the scent and begins to stalk forward, waggling her haunches before giving a powerful leap! Gotcha. That's one cat fed tonight. Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Spends most of the afternoon describing YewClan's territory to Icekit (++) with Heavy, Mistleheart Event : Mice Choice : Proceed Outcome : Mistleheart suggests a sheltered gully. It's a little far from camp, but the hunting is good for mice. Ah, it doesn't work out. Snow covers the gully in drifts, making it impossible to stalk without crunching underpaw. It was a good idea, though. Is grumbling about the cold weather Major Events Event: Will always love Stormmask, but she wouldn't want him to grieve forever. - Gives Pondspeckle a genuine compliment (+++) - Was noticeably distracted when Monarchpaw was trying to talk to him (---) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . - Complains about bitter herbs to Shadepatch - Helps Whisperingpaw pass the time while she's sick (+++) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Is asking the other cats who their mate is - Likes seeing Thrushfleck in the nursery--he's so much fun and knows so many games! (+++) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Is hiding from Shadepatch - Is given his favorite prey by Mistleheart (++) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . - Wants to snuggle with Shadepatch (++) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Wrenkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is pretending to be Dapplestar - Wants to play with Seedkit (+++) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Lightkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Is chasing her own tail - Is pretending to be Pondspeckle (+++) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Tries to sneak out of camp - Is pretending to be Hayfeather (++) . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : . Gustkit STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Tells the best stories - Saw Shadepatch the other day, but she was too busy to play . Event : . Choice : . Outcome : .
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 19, 2024 17:53:17 GMT -5
Heavy »
laughs at a joke hazelpelt made - jaybun! & purrs watching foxclove with ravenkit
Ever since being named as YewClan’s deputy, Heavy had not had much free time to simply hang around with her Clanmates and spend quality time with them. She especially had no extra time on her paws ever since Bubblingheart’s death, Dapplestar still grieving deeply for the former leader. Patrols and guiding her Clanmates consumed most of the time within her day, and by the time the calico had finished with her tasks she was already curling up inside her nest to sleep, not waking until she had to get up and repeat the process all over again.
However, today was a little different. Leaf-bare was in full swing, the days shorter than a badger’s temper, but it felt as if Heavy had more hours this day than she had had in a long, long while. For once she was able to actually sit down around the fresh-kill pile - that was noticeably low, which led to her thinking about how she needed to put more emphasis on hunting patrols - and spend some time with a good friend.
Heavy wasn’t sure how she had never noticed until now just how soft and shiny Hazelpelt’s fur appeared, how even in the middle of leaf-bare the former kittypet’s pelt seemed to settle so nicely upon her frame and pronounce her small stature. Had the cinnamon tabby always been this pretty, or was Heavy just now noticing it, truly noticing? She couldn’t help but stare at the warrior a moment too long, ears heating and skin prickling underneath her pelt as if an army of ants was crawling through.
Suddenly self conscious of how long she had been staring at Hazelpelt, Heavy pulled her gaze away from the other molly, soon noticing Foxclove out by the nursery ducking and dodging as she played a game with Ravenkit. Heavy’s heart swelled at the sight, pleased to see Foxclove so lively despite her father’s death being so recent, and she was beyond joyed to see one of her grandsons laughing and prancing about with all the youth a kit had to offer. Heavy couldn’t wait to see how her son’s kits grew up, but for now, she was thankful they could just play about and be happy, healthy kits. It was more than she could ever ask for.
It wasn’t long until her attention was drawn back to Hazelpelt, the cinnamon tabby speaking. Heavy swiveled her ears before turning completely back to the kittypet. Blue eyes widened and her ears warmed again almost immediately, the cold draft sweeping into camp a distant memory now. What was it about Hazelpelt that was making Heavy feel this way now? She had always thought of Hazelpelt as a hard working and loyal warrior, a close friend, but that had been all it was…until now.
Memories of Stormmask flooded into the deputy’s mind, how the gray tabby had stirred her heart so many seasons ago. It was hard to believe that Stormmask had been dead for some time now, buried amongst the rest of her Clanmates who had gone before her. Soon she was greeted with memories of Stemriver, how she had befriended the tom almost instantly all those seasons ago. He had been so supportive of her back when she had had a broken bone and then that infection that had coursed through her. He had looked at her so fondly, so gently. They had had kits together, three wonderful kits that had grown into fine warriors. Slatefoot, her ambitious but loving daughter, Thrushfleck, her dedicated son that was now a father himself, and Brightleaf, her big-hearted daughter who had joined her father in death much too soon. Even if they had only been mates for two short moons, they had made a life together. Heavy had never taken another mate since Stemriver’s death. She had declined Scarletdrift’s offer, had never asked Stormmask to be her mate, but now…
Well, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel the stirrings of affection toward Hazelpelt right now, and as the molly continued to speak, joking about in a carefree manner, Heavy couldn’t help but laugh, actually laugh with mirth and good spirits. And as she laughed, the more she felt those stirrings in her heart grow.
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Post by asrise on Aug 19, 2024 21:47:34 GMT -5
Gustkit with Wrenkit, Lightkit and Icekit Gustkit yawned. All of his littermates were busily playing pretend, strutting around and acting like warriors. Maybe that would be interesting, if they weren’t just plain old YewClan warriors… who wanted to pretend to be Pondspekle or Hayfeather anyway? And of course Wrenkit wanted to be Dapplestar, she’s always so bossy. He wandered out of the nursery, wondering if Shadepatch would come and play with him. But the medicine cat seemed to be busy. Sighing, he returned to the den. “You wanna hear a really cool story?” He meowed smugly. “I know one. Scarletdrift told me a while ago, but I’ll only tell you if you stay quiet and listen…”
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Post by stormshade1 on Aug 19, 2024 23:02:00 GMT -5
Pondspeckle Patrol, new accessory (LAST MOON) (tigersdoroar , chocolatemilk7 )
No. This couldn’t be happening. Coppersplash couldn’t be dead. Pondspeckle’s apprentice couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t... no. So many deaths. No time to recover. Why was StarClan so cruel?
Last moon, Hayfeather became mates with Drizzlemimic, and Pondspeckle couldn’t be more proud. But... somewhere inside of him, he was jealous. Pondspeckle longed to settle down with somebody, to care for kits of his own. It was something he dreamed of since he was a kit. Suddenly, Pondspeckle was distracted from his thoughts by Drizzlemimic, who had just asked Pondspeckle to go on a patrol with him and his apprentice, Amberpaw, to help teach the apprentice.
“Oh, uh, sure!” Pondspeckle replied, surprised. Since when did Pondspeckle know more than anyone else about anything? But... Pondspeckle was the older warrior. Now that he thought about it, there were lots of warriors younger than him. He felt old. Had his warrior ceremony really been that long ago?
And plus... this was Drizzlemimic. How could Pondspeckle refuse? He... he couldn’t. But gazing at Amberpaw, he felt another pang of sadness. Coppersplash. His first, and only apprentice. Taken too young. No. He couldn’t think about that now. He would have plenty of time to grieve in his nest in the warriors’ den tonight. Not now. He was supposed to be helping train Amberpaw – not, no, he wasn’t thinking about Coppersplash, no he wasn’t... he was. He didn’t think he would ever really be able to stop thinking about her. But for now... he should get on with the training. He owed it to Coppersplash to move on. That’s what she would have wanted, Pondspeckle was sure. But how could he move on? No, no. Coppersplash would want him to move on. He would do that. He could figure it out. He’d be fine. But he couldn’t – yes, he could. He would be fine. Yes. He would. It was one patrol. With Amberpaw. And Drizzlemimic. And... no. Amberpaw and Drizzlemimic. Training. Fighting. He ran those words through his mind. Amberpaw. Drizzlemimic. Training. Fighting. Yes. He'd be fine. He had to be fine. He couldn’t let Hayfeather’s mate see him like this. He was fine.
The bow tied around his neck dangled, a perfect height where it wasn’t too long that anything would catch on it, but not too short that it untied. It had taken Pondspeckle a while to tie that knot, using a stick sticking out of a fallen log to hook the string on while he twisted his neck and used his paws to tie it. He had found it by the Twolegplace. Was he supposed to have been there? No... but. But he was curious. He had been going on more solo patrols since Sunsplash... no. That was too long ago. Surely she had forgotten him. He should stop. Stick to his Clan. After all, it was only one Gathering... no, it wasn’t. Two, three, four Gatherings they had spent together. But no. He couldn’t be with her. She was in BurdockClan and he was in YewClan. He wouldn’t leave his Clan. Not for Sunsplash. Not for anyone.
Anyways, what was he doing by the Twolegplace? Looking for somebody he knew he wouldn’t find. But he just wanted to see her – but he couldn’t. She was probably dead by now. But he still wished he could see her again. And the ribbon... somehow it smelled like her. Or how he remembered her, anyways. That was why he wore it. That was why he chose it.
Icekit Tracks snow through Spottedfur’s nest (LAST MOON) (dewbranch , grimmreminder )
It’s so pretty... Icekit hadn’t been allowed to touch the snow last moon. But now, finally, she was allowed, as long as she came back to the nursery very soon. She was sure one of her parents was watching her from the nursery. After a few minutes of decision she decided that the best way to start is to jump right in! That's how you should do everything. So she got ready and did a half flop half jump into the snow, and immediately sunk right in and started scrambling to get out. It was cold. Why was it so cold? Snow wasn’t supposed to be cold! Right? It was supposed to be... warm? No, that couldn’t be right. Maybe it was supposed to be cold and Gustkit had lied. Hmph. Icekit would make sure to talk to him about it.
But... Icekit would look very silly if she just... got out. She would look like a fraidy cat. Nobody likes a fraidy cat. So she stood there in her hole of snow, fur puffed up and holding her breath so she would look like she was not cold or anything, because she wasn’t cold. Of course not. Why would she be cold? She wasn’t cold, not at all. How would she get out of here? Not that she wanted to get out of here, because she wasn’t cold, but because... because she was hungry. That’s why. She was supposed to go back into the nursery now anyways. So she made another half flop half leap and miraculously landed outside the snow! And then... She wanted a story! So she crawled through the warrior’s den where it wasn’t snowy, and then into the elders’ den, trodding right over Spottedfur’s nest! Oops...
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Post by polarized on Aug 20, 2024 10:14:33 GMT -5
Wrenkit Pretending to be Dapplestar {--} with Icekit, Lightkit & Gustkit Wrenkit loved playing pretend and being leader of her clan. Her littermates, Icekit and Lightkit joined in too but Gustkit didn’t. He was such a lousy kit! Wrenkit puffed out her fur, making herself look bigger and stuck her tail up high. “I’ll be Dapplestar!” She meowed proudly, and she climbed up a small rock in the clearing, “You will be my loyal warriors.” She purred, the tiny molly loved telling her littermates what to do and Wrenkit couldn’t wait to be leader one day. She addressed her loyal warriors to her rock, and called out; “We will find the rogues in our territory!” She pointed to a stick in the clearing with her tiny grey tail and wriggled her haunches. She would be the one to save her clanmates! She took a mighty leap, the great Dapplestar to fight off a rogue! She landed on the stick and kicked it between her paws, scratching at the bark. Once she was finished, Wrenkit dropped what remained of the stick onto the ground and raised her head high. “Be gone, you dirty rogues!” She let out a small kit growl. She perked her ears as she saw Gustkit enter the nursery again.
Wrenkit listened to Gustkit, who said he had an amazing story to tell them. Wrenkit jumped off the stick, and ran up to her brothers side. “A warrior story? Please tell me it’s a warrior story!” She paused, then sat down, wriggling her tail, “I’ll stay quiet, but only if it’s a good story!” She teased her brother, and plumped down onto the floor of the nursery, staring at Gustkit with her yellow-green eyes. [[ She’s such a crazy furball ]]
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Post by lemonshortbread on Aug 20, 2024 10:58:47 GMT -5
Cinderdapple YewClan Territory | w/ Slatefoot, Monachpaw Feathertalon Sand Hunting Patrol Was the first cat awake Didn't make herself known to Drizzlemimic
The orange and red early morning sun had barely pierced through the dense pines laden with snow. Long shadows were cast over the hunting patrol and a comfortable silence passed between the cats, broken by the soft crunch of snow beneath their careful paws. Cinderdapple's long, dense coat kept her warm during this time of the year, and even her coat pattern was advantageous to blend with the snowy forest backdrop. The sunshine made her excited to wake up this morning before any other cat. Her walks alone lately had been rather therapeutic, of course, she never strayed very far from camp. Oddly enough, Drizzlemimic was out too that morning. Was he also taking frequent walks? How had she not noticed before? But rather than disturb her brother's peaceful walk, Cinderdapple made her way back camp. She had woken up Monarchpaw shortly afterwards to ensure she got some breakfast before inevitably being sent on another long hunting patrol by Heavy.
Monarchpaw was a competent apprentice and picked up on lessons rather quickly, but both she and Cinderdapple seemed to excel the most in hunting. Part of the gray and white molly likes to think that she had something to do with it. She was determined that today would be no different. Hopefully Slatefoot would be back in her groove after so many moons of grieving. She had to admit, it was a little frustrating that Slatefoot, Whorldusk, even Dapplestar were allowed to miss hunting, patrolling, training, and every other part of working for their keep. Especially when it meant that everyone else had to pick up the slack. It was in the past now though. What mattered was that she was there now.
Cinderdapple had already told Monarchpaw that if she detected prey, she was welcome to take off after it. Every bit of food mattered while there was still snow on the ground. "dialogue" thoughts
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At least there was no windstorm this time. Hopbramble's thin coat couldn't stand the idea of one of those again. Less so could she stand the thought of patrolling the northern border again, but who better than the cat who knows what lay on the other side? Hopefully, Pondspeckle was a formidable opponent should there be another run-in. Those cats neither respected boundaries nor truces. Not knowing Pondspeckle well though also caused some uneasiness within the dark molly. Their commonality of YewClan should hopefully be enough for him to defend her if need be.
Against the blanket of white around them, her dark fur stuck out profusely. Normally it was to her advantage the rest of the year but something about leaf-bare left her feeling vulnerable. Pondspeckle would blend in more without that ridiculous bow. The lime green was practically a target for anyone who wished them harm or a choking hazard if it got caught on a branch. If it causes us any trouble I'll rip the stupid thing off of his neck myself. Hopbramble swore, her icy blue eyes glaring at the tom's accessory as she walked behind him, black paws stepping softly on the snow, two sets of pawprints being left behind them.
At the scent of a strong, hauntingly familiar smell, Hopbramble's dark hackles raised with unease, her eyes scanning the horizon to their right for any sign of movement. This scent was much stronger than these rogues' twisted idea of a patrol as if they had any real claims to land...they all hated the forest cats. A flash of orange on the YewClan side of the border made Hopbramble spin to face the intruder, lips pulled back in a snarl and eyes full of a blue fire. How dare Saffron show his face again! With a blood curdling screech, the dark molly launched herself at her victim. Her cruel claws extended as she threw her body weight into the orange tom. They rolled a few tail lengths, a colorful, screeching ball of fur. Once she had him pinned down though, her foreclaws digging into his shoulders as far as she could manage, her muzzle a whisker away from his. Only then did she realize this was not Saffron. Her grip loosened, but she did not release him. "...Flax?" No he was not Saffron, but he was close. Saffron's brother to be precise. Something about this situation didn't feel right, like an ambush. "You know you don't belong here." She growled.
Flax was panting, trying to catch his breath after having the wind knocked out of him, Hopbramble couldn't help but let her eyes show her satisfaction. "You...you don't understand..." the orange tom started, his eyes begging for some sympathy from Pondspeckle before turning them back to Hopbramble, "I know what this looks like but I promise I don't mean to cause trouble. I can't stay with Saffron, Hop. He's gone mad. He's always respected I just want to heal...but not anymore."
She couldn't help but panic slightly at his revealing of some details that she personally had yet to reveal to her clanmates. Her eyes shifted between Pondspeckle and Flax with some hesitation but she refused to let him up yet. Flax and Hopbramble had never butted heads, they had always kept their distance from one another given the nature of their roles in Saffron's group but Hopbramble had always respected Flax's desire to help. She was convinced he stayed in Saffron's group purely because Saffron was his brother. "...So what do you want from us?" He wouldn't have wandered over the border if he wasn't searching for anything.
Flax's green eyes flickered between the two YewClan warriors, "Please let me join your group! I've seen how you care for one another, I've seen how they train your kits, Hop. I want to be part of that, I can't help kill anymore. I want to heal, I just want to help cats get by." Hopbramble let Flax up onto his paws, taking a few paces back towards Pondspeckle.
She was hesitant, something about this felt like a trick, like she was letting in a badger into the nursery. Her icy gaze looked toward Pondspeckle for his input. This was not her clan, it was not her place to make such a decision, and to be quite honest, she wasn't sure what to do. Having another healer would be beneficial, but did it have to be Flax?
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Post by dewbranch on Aug 20, 2024 11:51:54 GMT -5
Foxclove Hunting patrol & Saw a pair of hawks circling || with Frozenlaurel Foxclove and Frozenlaurel had talked a few days prior, and they had decided to send Dawnpaw and Petalpaw out alone for a hunting assessment. She had been worried about the idea, since Petalpaw was blind and all, but she wasn't going to be there for Petalpaw every second of the young cats life. She had agreed, but that hadn't stopped her from worrying.
The snow battered the two at all sides, and she shivered under her short pelt. She knew that Frozenlaurel must be suffering too, his pelt was short too. She thought back toward Coppersplash, who had spent too much time out in the snow last moon, and had died. She didn't want her or Frozenlaurel to suffer the same fate.
Through the snow, Foxclove saw a pair of wings circling over the trees overhead. Her blood ran cold, and fear ran through her veins. Blizzardkit... All she saw now were the talons grabbing her sister and taking her away, so she would never see her again.
The wind battered her again, and her fur fluffed out. We're never going to find anything out here! "I think we should turn back, it's too cold and we're never going to find anything right now. Maybe the apprentices will have better luck?" Also the hawks. We need to get back to camp. [[ She needs a hug <3 ]]
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